A fountain of future life

Many things flashed through Jesse’s head as his best friend swung over and straddled him. He was still reeling from the fact that she had just casually mentioned having past interactions with both Daniel and Whitney. Somehow, in his head, he had fully believed that these little night-time connections between him and her had been unique. Special. Isolated from the roaring excesses of the world outside and far more pure and innocent because of it. She had come upon him in the darkness and made claim to what was hers. They each were all the other had, really… so he had just assumed his body was part and parcel with that. Two warm hearts beating together against what the rest of the world seemed to expect of them. It had never even occurred to him that itself might all be part of what that world had planned for him.

He felt the dripping softness of what was between her thighs press up against that which she had aroused from him. The sensitivities which she had set alight with lips and tongue now felt the tingling prickle of recently-shaved pubic hair. Betsy was grinding herself down upon him, sighing with the joy of it. In the dim neon lights leaking through from outside, he could see her face: contorted into a warm smile of self-fulfilling pleasure. He was her throne to rise upon. Her steed to ride upon. And some small part of him quailed with nervous wonder that he could be of such use to her.

Then the girl opened her eyes… and grinned wickedly down at him. Lifting her hips and reaching down a hand to take hold of his meagre shaft. She took command of his flesh and directed it toward the very centre of herself. Jesse felt the wet and waiting entrance he was being introduced to take hold and possession of him. It gushed in readiness… and he could do nothing but clench at the bed-sheets with his fists as anticipation ached through the stifling air. Then the moment was broken as she sat down onto him; Smoothly. Easily. Taking all the length he could offer with the sigh of a goddess. Her inner embrace was a gushing torrent of squeezing comfort. Jesse felt like he’d finally found somewhere he truly belonged… but was nearly overwhelmed by the rush of sensations that brought. With a gasp, he realised it was all already too much. Betsy had toyed with him between nimble fingers, enraptured him with a playful tongue… and now devoured him wholly with her not-so-virginal womanhood. The small and slight teen she sat upon had no chance at all to hesitate. His body betrayed him with spurt after spurt of humiliating immediacy. He felt the slimy fountain of his shame spill out to surround the part of him trapped inside of her. The awful failing of a man about his most sacred of duties already beginning to deflate in proof of its own inadequacy.

“Betsy, I’m sorry… I-I couldn’t… I-” Tears welled up in his eyes as the crushing reality of failing her pressed down on him.

But… Betsy only giggled. That same, light, teasing sound which had soothed so many of his deepest wounds. The naked young woman leaned down to plant a kiss upon his nose, not letting his cock slip out of her for a moment.

“That’s one” She whispered. “Tomorrow I’m probably going to spend the whole day being ploughed into by one old man after another… I hear there’s a huge rush whenever a new batch of us come in. Everyone trying to put their juice in to be the one who gets me pregnant first…”

The girl ran a tongue up Jesse’s cheek, lapping up the single tear which had trickled there. Keeping her breasts and presence pressed as close to him as could be.

“So if I want to make absolutely sure the one who does give me my first baby is you… I’m gonna need to squeeze every. drop. I can out of you… tonight…”

Jesse gulped. Already beginning to feel the vigour of his youth rising again inside of her… but now aware of just what he had been singled out for. He also almost certainly had a tumultuous day ahead of him. The idea that he might not be getting any sleep at all beforehand… was just another layer of anxiety he didn’t need.