The odds are high, and Nancy is envious.

"Oooh....oooh you really did it..." Bess cooed as you pulled yourself free of her tight teenage body.

With great care the blonde girl rolled over on the table and raised her hips lightly, her delicate hand reaching down to try and keep any of your precious cum from leaking out. Seems she was keen on making sure her belly got to start swelling. Of course, there would be know way to tell if you were successful just yet...not that you hated the thought of trying again.

"M...Mr. Doe," Nancy breathlessly calls from by the end of the table. Her hands are still working away, stimulating her petite body as she admires your vigour and Bess blissful afterglow. "What'll you do if Bess gets pregnant?"

"Hmmmm..." You stroke at your chin with one hand and Bess' thigh with the other. In truth, having a pair of tight, hot teenage girls rapidly submit to your advances and their own lust may have left you blindly following your fantasy of making some sweet young thing into a baby momma...But as you watch Bess fight to keep her wobbly legs up to give your sperm a better chance of reaching their goal, you realise that she's pretty committed to living out this 'little fantasy' too. "Who knows, maybe once this case is over I'll marry her," you grin wolfishly, your hand moving from Bess' thigh to take a good grip on her soft ass, her head rising and her eyes brightening at the suggestion. "Or maybe..." you lean down over Bess, your other hand seizing a plump breast and squeezing, causing the girl to moan. "Maybe I'll take her on as a live in maid...keep her like a pet and fuck her belly full while she wears little frilly French dresses."

Leaning in close you mash your lips to Bess' and she responds fervently, her arms reaching up to cling to your shirt and she revels in your affection. It seems both ideas excite her equally, and for your part you realise how serious you are about it. As your personal maid or as Mrs. Doe, you'd be very happy to have this delicious sex-pot barefoot and pregnant in your kitchen...and every other room of your home. A loud moan sounds from the end of the table and you look over to see Nancy's fingers sinking deeper into her ripe body, her face a mixture of excitement and longing as she stares at you and Bess. It seems that someone else is very excited about your suggestions.

"Nancy..." you grin, slowly and gently pulling away from Bess to approach the teen sleuth. "Is there something you want too?"

Nancy shakes her head in an unconvincing fashion, her gaze flickering between you, your exposed crotch, and the panting Bess on the table. Reaching down you seize the bare thigh she has propped up on the table while your other hand reaches out for her face.

"Could it be...that the smart, talented and much admired Nancy Drew wants to be bred?" you lean in, your fingers playing upon her thigh as you do. You can hear her breath quicken and her fingers frantically toying with her ever wetter snatch. She numbly tries to shake her head, but the evidence her body offers certainly shows her testimony as unreliable. "Could it be that Nancy Drew has just been waiting for the man strong enough to fill her up no matter what?" Your hold on her head tightens, preventing her from shaking it this time. Instead she can only gaze into your eyes, her lips quivering as she struggles to avoid sounding out a quiet 'yes'. "Now that would be quite the story to publish," you smile. Confident that she won't try and break your gaze you release her head and take hold of your cock and beginning guiding it towards Nancy's moist hole. Her fingers have now become paralysed by your words and they jump as they come into contact with the head of your dick. As soon as you feel the tip brush against her entrance you slam home violently, Nancy moaning in surprise and ecstasy as you do, your locked gazes giving you a good view as her eyes roll back in her head. "Headline! Teen detective's teen pregnancy!" you cheer as you continue to pound into Nancy who wraps her slender legs about your body as her delicate hands cling to your shoulders. She tries to speak but all she manages at first are 'ahs' and 'ohs', not helped by your lips clamping down and sucking and biting at her neck.

"Wh...what about Bess!" she squeaks, looking over at her friend who seems to be enjoying watching Nancy's breeding as much as Nancy enjoyed watching hers.

"We can make it a race!" you grin, kicking away the chair as you stride forward to pin Nancy against the nearest wall. "I'll marry whoever gets pregnant first, and the other one can be our maid!" As if you'd want to give up either of these girls.