Cassandra and Flynn - Heaven and Hell

As they approached the door Flynn saw that the doorknocker was a set of brass balls. Cassandra knocked three times. Two seconds later the door opened and they were greeted by a cacophony of screaming, squeals, roaring howls and wails, whimpers and pleas, quite evenly mixed between pain and pleasure. Then a wave of fuck fumes came billowing out, along with the garlicky feet stench of weed, and smoky barbecue aromas. Music was playing but it was too distant for him to place it. Maybe the 1970s or '80s.

The woman who opened the door was wearing the dress blues of a police officer, with a full utility belt, handgun, taser, cuffs, pepper spray, and she had an AR-15 slung across her front. She was 5'9," with C-cups under her shirt, and grinned her ice blue eyes at them. "Cass! Sam! Sarah! C'mon in!"

They walked in and Flynn looked ahead at the concierge counter. Two women stood behind it, both brunettes with hair in the same style as his, short in the back, with high, fluffy bangs parted in the center. They were topless and both sported heavy, swaying D-cup breasts, gorgeously pert with juicy, hard nipples and areolas the size of quarters. They were wearing jeans and both bit their lips as they eyed him up and down. They were in their early 20s. The lighting in this opening foyer was fluorescent. One staircase to the left of the counter spiraled up out of sight. There were double wood doors past it, and double wood doors close on his right. Most of the voices came from there.

"Holy fuck, Cass!" the officer purred and he looked to her, sizing him up like a piece of meat.

"Take my word for it," she said. "He's gonna make you cum harder than you ever thought humanly possible! Over and fucking over!"

"I dunno! I can imagine cumming pretty fucking hard!" She had a pretty soprano voice, short blonde hair parted in the center.

He bowed and offered his hand. "Flynn Fitzherbert." She shook it and he was immediately impressed by her grip and squeezed back.

"Madeleine. You can call me Mattie." She also looked to be in her 20s.

"Rose!" squealed the lady on the left behind the counter, then gasped and put her hands over her mouth. She was blushing deeply.

The lady next to her chuckled and said, "Caroline. Call me Charly! With a Y."

"I'm honored to meet you!" he said in his best bass voice.

Rose gasped again and said, "Holy fuck, I'm number two!" She waved her hands at her face and snorted.

"Huh?" he asked.

"Yeah," Cassandra said, "they already drew lots. She's second. After Debbie."

"I'm five hundred and seventeenth," Mattie said. "That's why I'm guarding the door. Sucks to be me, right?"

"Well, don't worry. When he gets to you, he'll have PLENTY of cum ready!" Then she said to Rose, "And, babe? He is gonna make you cum so hard you pass out! And right before you do, he is gonna fill you the fuck up!"

Rose moaned up a grin and wiped her eyes.

"Well, Debbie's right past those doors!" Mattie said and pointed to Flynn's right. "Getting warmed up for you!"

"Alright!" Cassandra moaned and rubbed her hands together fast, then strode past Flynn, turned the knob and pushed it open. She walked in ahead of him and all the women in the foyer followed. This next room was about the size of a basketball court. Sofas, loveseats, recliners, futons, and full beds lay everywhere and it was something of a labyrinth to walk between them. Nightstands and small desks sat beside most of them. This front half of the room was carpeted in dark blue. The rear half was a hardwood floor. There was a full bar with two topless bartenders wearing light blue dresses in the back on the left side. Black curtains blocked his view of what was behind that.

Potted plants, mostly ferns, hung at every window and all the drapes were dark-colored, most open slightly. He counted twelve men in front of the bar, sitting naked in iron cages, their knees spread apart in separate canvas slings, their arms and feet shackled to the sides of the cages. Four naked women, three white, one black strode back and forth among them, in front and behind. He watched one of them unleash a kick up between a man's thighs as hard as she could from behind and he barked up a weak howl at the ceiling, writhing and swinging in his slings. He coughed and spat dribbling in front of him, then gagged hard, flexed and one of the other women spun like she was dancing, whirled a black, plastic trash can before him and he puked hard into it. The four women laughed merrily.

The lighting throughout the room came mostly from desk lamps and was fairly dim but he could see well enough to count over a hundred women, almost all of them completely naked, and many fucking each other. Sixty-nines galore, one-sixty-nine threeways with strap-ons, two-sixty-nine fourways. Black, white, Hispanic, Asian, women from all over the world, no one younger than eighteen, no one older than Debbie, who had turned forty today. The music was "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun."

The instant they walked in, all movement in the room stopped except for the dozen or so women shuddering and writhing from orgasms. Once those had died down everyone was looking at him. The black drapes past the bar parted and a woman appeared carrying a tray of steaming food. She stopped dead in her tracks over a hundred feet away when she what everyone else was looking at. The most impossibly beautiful man on Earth had just walked in with Cassandra and a few others. They had all seen the video of Cassandra jerking him off so they knew he was packing, but none of them had ever seen his face until now. And one by one, jaws started dropping.

"Holy shit!" a black woman relaxing in a recliner said, about twenty feet away in the middle of the room. She was holding a tumbler full of iced whiskey and a naked black man was on his knees with his face in her lap clearly eating her out. Flynn began to notice then as he surveyed the room that every single woman in there lifted weights. They all had washboard abs and huge muscles, but they all still looked gorgeously feminine. Mammoth, muscular thighs and butts, wide shoulders and ripped upper arms. Some had neatly trimmed pubes but most were clean shaven. Breasts of all sizes but none of them sagged.

"He looks like he just walked out of a fucking Disney cartoon! Jesus!" an Asian woman said on a futon about ten feet from him on the right. She was the bottom of a sixty-nine. The top was a Latina. Both had long straight black hair and C-cup tits and the Latina's pussy was dripping into the Asian's face.

Flynn smiled warmly at them. Then the black woman stood and the man eating her out sat back on his knees. "Oh, yeah," Cassandra said, "I forgot to tell you. The condition that causes her to produce only two or three eggs per ovulation also made her grow to seven feet!" Flynn's eyes widened as his face followed her higher and higher. She was every bit of seven feet tall, probably two hundred and twenty pounds of beautifully voluptuous muscle, skin a luscious mocha, legs that looked like they could crush a man's ribcage, upper arms almost as big as his, an eight-pack of abs flexing with each breath. Her long black hair fell wavy and full. Her tits were at least double Es, with wide, brown areolas, and they swayed heavy with fat.

She looked down at the man on his knees and said, "Spread 'em!" The man looked up and moaned a little shake of his head. Flynn couldn't see his face. "Spread 'em!" she sang into a bright white grin. He took a deep, shaky breath, spread his knees wider and rose off his calves. She drew her right leg back and snapped it forward as hard as she could into a loud meaty smack between his thighs. He popped a foot off the floor and curled with a heaving growl through his teeth into the fetal position before he landed, writhing and coughing, gasping in ragged gulps of air as he flopped over and over on the carpet.

She laughed and stepped barefoot over him and walked between four beds and two sofas up to Flynn, stood before him and her tits swayed right in his face. "Holy fucking shit! You are so fucking good-looking!" she moaned in a sonorous mezzo-soprano.

He smiled and blushed. "Thank you, mistress! So are you!"

"You can call me Deb! I saw the video! Please tell me you can fucking get me pregnant today!"

"I'm absolutely sure of it! But it's been two months of orgasm denial, so I might not last too long the first time."

"I totally understand! If you cum as much as you did in the video, that alone will make me have a rocking fucking orgasm! Holy fuck! I can't wait!"

"Well, then!" Cassandra said, "Let's go ahead and get to it, shall we?" And she announced to the whole room, "Show 'em the goods!" Deborah stepped out of the way.

Flynn smiled a little and kicked his boots off, unfastened his green vest and slipped it off. Cassandra took it and his shoes while he threw his shirt over his head and pulled it off. A moan went up around the room. His muscles were gargantuan and cut sharper than he had ever managed, veins bulging down his biceps, a perfect V-shaped torso. "Fuck yes!" a black woman purred from a sofa five feet away. She had short, curly black hair and hadn't been fucking anyone when he walked in. She held a pina colada in her left hand and brought her right fingers to her pussy.

He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his khakis and slid them to his ankles. The moan around the room got louder. His legs, even his calves, were colossal. He had his dick stuffed down the right leg of his blue boxer briefs. He slowly slid them down and kicked them off, stood up and the moan rose with chuckles of pure lust. Deborah stepped up to him and gently lifted his flaccid cock straight up.

"Holy fuck!" someone muttered. "Those are bigger than a fucking Clydesdale's nuts!" She kneaded the underside of his cock and it plumped right up in less than ten seconds to its full sixteen inches, a throbbing four and a half inches thick. The moan around the room became squeals and clapping and whispers of "what number are you?"

He stooped and pulled his socks off and Cassandra threw everything into a chair by the front window. Deborah grinned, winked, and motioned him over to a vacant, red futon, drank the rest of her whiskey with one snort and set the glass of ice on a nightstand. Then she turned and said, "Hey! What's the best position for procreation?"

Madeleine left the room, with one last gaze at Flynn before she closed the double doors.

"Uh, doggy, I think," Cassandra said, "But with as much cum as he's gonna pump inside you, it really doesn't matter!"

"Mmmm!" she moaned at him. "Then it's gonna be my favorite! Reverse cowgirl! And when you cum, I'm gonna give your balls a nice yanking massage! I'm gonna make you cum as hard as fucking possible for as long as possible!"

"And I'm gonna do exactly the same thing to you!" he purred and eased onto the futon, adjusted the pillow behind him and lay in a sitting-up position as she strode her long right leg over him and set her beautiful foot on the floor. She probably wore a man's size 15 and she was so tall she was able to stand over the tip of his glans as he pushed it down from his abs. She grabbed it, squatted, and eased it in. They both sighed as he stretched her from clenched shut to four and a half inches wide and her puffy labia sang with delight. "Holy Jesus, you're tight!" he growled.

"No, I'm not!" she purred and gasped a wide grin back at him and he groaned up high at the ceiling as she squeezed her pussy shut tight with every ounce of strength she had in it and kept descending. "Now I am!" And she giggled as his whimpers rose higher, higher, and he started shuddering hard under her as she quickly rode him down to her cervix, bit her lip and closed her eyes with a shivering moan as he spread it open slowly, slowly wider and his whimpers shot up into falsetto as he clenched his beautiful teeth and felt his glans plop through all the way back to his flare. She ground her hips against him and settled her massive, juicy ass in his lap.

"Holy fuck! You are a boiling hot vise in there!" he snarled. She sighed and lay back warm against him and he hugged her around, crossed his arms in front of her and kneaded his hands into her breasts.

"Fuck yeah! I love a nice boob massage! Keep going!" He rubbed his thumbs over and over her nipples, teasing her areolas and giving her tits some nice rolling squeezes.

"Now, let's go over the ground rules!" Cassandra called out to the room. No one had resumed fucking. They were all watching Deborah and Flynn and most were fingering themselves or using vibrators. "Everyone in here wants to get pregnant! And everyone wants Flynn to do the honors! So absolutely no ball torture inflicted on him! We need his sperm swimming hot, straight, and normal! There's plenty of fresh meat around the Guild to unleash all your sadism on! Flynn will do absolutely anything you tell him! So you decide what position! If you want to peg him, fine! But! Be gentle! He loves it! It'll make him cum harder! But only go rough and hard if he says it's okay! He will only cum in your pussies!! If you wanna give him a quick suck, fine! But there's five hundred and seventeen of you! So we need every cumshot to do its job! Understood!?"

Several women said, "Yeah!" Most just nodded their heads and grinned at each other. None of them went back to fucking. The ones in the back who couldn't see came closer. Everyone stood or sat around and watched Flynn pounding the last four inches of that gigantic cock up with hard, grunting bucks, fucking Deborah's cervix in and out three strokes a second and she was yelping with each thrust, her head lolled back against his shoulder, smiling wide open at the ceiling. Her pussy was much tighter than Cassandra's and Flynn couldn't comprehend how that was possible. Then he heard Cassandra's voice purr in his ear, "Remember how I said I can lift a fifty-pound dumbbell with my pussy?"

He couldn't answer. He was too focused on making Deborah's wailing yelps go higher. "Well, she can lift an eighty-pounder! Enjoy, babe! I'll be around!" And she sauntered off. He picked up the pace, six thrusts a second, kneading Deborah's tits and sucking her trapezius, and she finally crested over her plateau, raised her feet from the floor and her knees shivered together up to her chest, feet rubbing over each other. She grabbed the sides of his butt and dug her nails in and Deborah Walters, estate lawyer turned Captain in the U. S. Marine Corps, gripped Flynn's dick balls-deep so tight that he was legitimately afraid her cervix was going to pinch his glans off right behind his flare.

A meaty smack rang from the back of the room and someone wailed. Laughter.

He kept fucking as hard as he could but his dick would no longer move. Her pussy held it completely immobile and the squeezing, churning boil of her orgasm was more than enough to send him over the brink. In that instant the ecstatic bliss was so intolerable that his eyes crossed but didn't roll up white. Hers did and she thrashed a rocking, gaping moan up at the ceiling as he hugged her tight around her waist with both arms, forearms, biceps and shoulders flexed enormous and pussy juice sprayed out of her in a three-hundred and sixty degree glistening sheet from around his shaft. The women watching all cheered and laughed and clapped, and those closest opened their mouths wide, tongues out, and stood in it for a hot bath.

Flynn's orgasm began three seconds after hers and his voice gave it away as it erupted from bass grunts up into a frantic, desperate falsetto fluttering laughter. Then rapid falsetto grunts as his whole body flexed stiff as a board with each spurt. He thrashed his legs off the futon and set his feet to the floor to steady them both.

"Holy shit!!" someone yelled, "I have never seen pussy lips stretched that fucking tight!!"

"Jesus!! He is rocking her fucking world!!"

Deborah was cumming so hard she was heaving hard over forward and her abs were cut massive as she was forced to do crunches. He held her to him and grunted at the ceiling, spitting from his clenched teeth, eyes crossed adorably, four times per second each grunt matching a great heaving splash of scalding cum jetting into her uterus. She wasn't cumming just because his was the thickest, the best dick she'd ever had. She was cumming with more savage, exploding intensity than she had ever thought possible because she felt his cum spraying inside her uterus and she knew exactly what he was doing. Flynn Fitzherbert couldn't pull out and fill up her vagina because her cervix wouldn't release him.

So she knew certainly that he was about to pump two months' worth of thick, milky rich cum into her uterus and only her uterus. What she didn't know was that he had already completely filled her uterus and his cum was welling up into her fallopian tubes. Flynn had been pumping cum inside her for forty seconds. By the time the first minute was up he would pump cum all the way to the tops of her ovaries. Then it would have nowhere else to go except back down to keep filling her uterus. Flynn Fitzherbert was about to cum non-stop inside Deborah's uterus for ten minutes and fifty-eight seconds of the most furiously, white-hot, deliriously sublime euphoria he had ever experienced. This orgasm had already quadrupled the intensity of the one he'd had two months before.

On and on he bucked her hard upward, bouncing on him, knees drawn up and mashing her tits and she lay her head on his right shoulder and warbled weakly with utterly overwhelmed ecstasy, eyes rolled up white and drooling from a slack grin.

Then the women watching all gasped up a moan. They bore witness to something they all had only fantasized about, but had never thought could be done. Now Flynn was doing it. Deborah's belly was visibly swelling. Cassandra, Lisa, and Samantha had all seen him do this to Sarah two months ago, but not this much. Sarah and Samantha were watching with the rest of them, and since they were already two months' pregnant, they wouldn't get to enjoy Flynn for another seven. But they both sported noticeable baby bumps, and now Deborah's belly was starting to swell outward even larger than theirs.

"Holy shit!" Sarah murmured, and then quickly took her shirt off and said, "Look!! Look!!" Several of the women turned to her and she turned her profile to them. "This is two months of growth!! Look!!" She pointed at Deborah and they turned back. "Hers is even bigger!!

One of them snarled, "Thats fucking hot! That's fucking sexy as fucking shit!! Holy fuck!!"

Another said, "He's fucking inflating her with cum!! Are you guys fucking seeing this!?!?"

Several of them couldn't take it anymore. They rushed back into various sixty-nines on the beds, the sofas, and everyone started eating each other out while they watched the base of Flynn's magnificently monstrous cock stretching wider four times a second. Each stretch was a giant glob of cum flexing into her and her belly swelled wider, rounder as she heaved hard against him and wailed soprano arpeggios, irregular and laughing. Flynn had conquered her. She was overwhelmed and at five minutes in he showed no sign of slowing down.

Then the double doors burst open and everyone but Flynn and Deborah turned with a start as Madeleine the door guard and Lisa Masters, also two months' pregnant, dragged a sobbing man in a black tuxedo into the room. "Nnnnoo!!! Nnnnnooooo!!!" he wept and tried to fight but his hands were cuffed behind him and Madeleine bear-hugged his knees together. Another woman, wearing a pink, satin dress to her ankles walked in behind them, hugging herself and crying. She put her hands over her face when she saw so many people in the room. Sarah and Samantha rushed to her as Madeleine and Lisa dragged the squirming man between all the beds and furniture to the back.

He was blond, close to six feet some of them reckoned, and probably no older than 20. Lisa announced to whomever wanted to hear, "Caught this son of a bitch trying to rape that nice, young girl in his car at their high school!! Guess what's gonna happen to you, you piece of shit!!"

"NNNNNOOOO!!! Nnnoooo!!!"

"Hell fucking yeah!!" she snarled through her teeth and Cassandra appeared through the black curtains past the bar, holding a slice of pizza.

"What did he do?" Lisa told her. Cassandra took a bite and walked over. "Fuck yeah! I'm gonna enjoy this!" The man kicked desperately until two other women stopped sixty-nining, came over and grabbed his knees, pulled them open wide and Lisa drew a ka-bar bowie knife from her right ankle. The man screamed up high just like a girl, eyes like dinner plates, and thrashed wildly but Madeleine had her left arm wrapped around his neck and held him still.

At the front of the room, Samantha and Sarah consoled the young woman and Samantha asked her, "Do you want them to do this?"

She drew in a long breath, trying to calm herself, and said, "I don't really know him. I thought he was a nice guy. One of my classmates. He asked me to the prom and I said yes. I never thought he would try to rape me!"

"Do you want them to do this?"

The woman paused. Then nodded.

Samantha called from the front of the room, "She says she's okay with you doing it!!"

Lisa glanced up to them, then grinned her snarling teeth back at him and chuckled. He wailed fast, frantic pants until Madeleine shoved his mouth shut. Now he wept up with wide eyes and whined out through his nose as Lisa sliced his tuxedo pants open at his crotch. He couldn't see what she was doing, but next he felt his underwear slashed away.

"Damn, kid!" Cassandra said. "Nice package! Those are some big fucking nuts for an ordinary guy!"

"Fuck! They are gonna taste so good!" Lisa growled.

"Actually, why don't you fry them up and then force him to eat them?"

She turned up to Cassandra and grinned her clenched teeth, chuckled a ferocious moan, and said, "Fuck yes!" Then growled through her teeth at the man, "Eighteen years old! Never had sex! And now you never will! We're gonna make you eat your own balls, fucker!"

She cupped his balls up in her left hand and the woman holding his right, thrashing leg shuddered and cackled up a feathery laugh as pussy juice streamed down her thighs. Her teeth chattered as she watched Lisa slowly slice his sack open along his left ball, top to bottom. Madeline let his mouth go and he screamed like a banshee, fast, desperate. "PLEEEEASE!!!! PLEEEEEASE!!! NOOOO!!!! NOOOOO!!!!"

"I'll bet when you woke up this morning," Madeleine said, "you didn't think about nine o'clock tonight, a woman would be fileting your balls out of your scrotum, did you?"

Lisa opened her smile wide and drooled just like a starving wolf about to eat, sliced slowly down along his right ball, and then squeezed and they both popped out of his sack. He screamed one final word before the most horrendous torture he had ever felt began. "HEEEELLLLLP!!!!"

Then he felt the blade go down his left tunica albuginea. He didn't know the anatomy of a testicle, but he certainly knew how it felt to be kicked in the balls, and this was the same pain multiplied by ten. His thrashing erupted much more wildly but they held him steady and she drew the blade down his right exposed ball. He screeched like a banshee, eyes gaping wide at the ceiling, tears pearling down his temples into his ears.

She dropped the knife and shoved her thumbs under his tunicas and began peeling them off the inner guts of his balls. His eyes rolled up white and his screaming halted in an instant, his body flexed like a board and Madeleine turned his head to the left. He retched hard in burbly, yowling heaves and puked across the floor, pissed himself, and the women who had been torturing the twelve caged prisoners laughed brightly, bent over holding their knees as they watched. The bartenders leaned against the bar shaking with laughter.

Lisa fished the guts of his balls out of his tunicas, soft and warm, almost like a jelly. Madeleine shoved his mouth shut again and turned his face up as Lisa held the bloody insides of his balls before his face. "When we cook rocky mountain oysters? These are the parts we cook! These are the guts of your balls, bitch! I'm gonna go throw them in the fryer, bring them back and shove them into your fucking mouth and you're going to chew them up and eat them! How does that sound?!" He wept like a little child about to be spanked. The pain had already died down to a mild ache. "But first!"

She stood and handed them to Cassandra who took them in her left hand while she finished her pizza. Then Lisa kicked her right shoe off, peeled off her sock and raised her foot over him. He beheld her with mortal terror in his eyes, and she stomped her heel as hard as she could down onto his tunicas, lying bloody on the floor. He gasped and then his breath shut off and he erupted into flopping, shivering kicks. Madeleine let him go and purred, "Fuck yeah! How does that feel, you fuck?!"

Lisa stomped again and again as hard as she could, slamming her heel perfectly into one, then the other of his tunicas and gut-churning agony blasted up in his belly. His grimace spread wide across his face and she would not have stopped at twenty stomps if she hadn't gotten what she wanted. Twenty was the number it took. He flexed stiff, rolled to his left and puked hard, growling ragged dry heaves again, again, loud and choking, and then shit blasted across the floor and the women all let him go. Lisa stepped away and crossed her arms with a beaming smile.

He dry heaved thirty times and they steadily became weaker and quieter, until his writhing calmed to a voiceless rocking squirm in the fetal position, and then his head lolled to the floor.

"Wake him the fuck up!" Lisa said. "I've got to crush his cords!" The woman who had held his right leg padded over to a shelf behind the twelve men in cages and returned with a burdizzo. Those men just watched with distilled horror in their eyes. The woman cracked an ammonia ampule and held it under his nose. He winced, shook his head and sneezed, slowly coming back to his senses. Lisa knelt with the burdizzo, set it to his right spermatic cord, just above his sliced-open tunica and Madeleine slapped him a couple times. His eyes rolled down from white and wandered around until they found Lisa's, glaring with ravenous sadism at his. "How does four crunches per cord sound, fucker?"

She closed the burdizzo and he heard a crackling, celery crunch and his eyes and mouth flew wide, his whole body burst into fresh, bucking thrashes but the women held his knees open. Lisa moved up his cord about half an inch. Crunch. He kicked and squirmed with vehement despair and let out a weak, whining mewl, eyes walling up white and back down. Madeleine kept the ammonia ampule under his nose and growled, "No mercy for you, bitch! How's it fucking feel?!"

At the front of the room, Sarah and Samantha had calmed the young woman down enough to have her sit on a sofa in her torn dress. "What's your name?" Sarah asked.

"Mary."

"Well, Mary, you're safe now," Samantha said. "I'm Samantha. You can call me Sam. She's Sarah. This Guild will not let any harm come to you."

Mary turned her face up to the spectacle of Flynn still pumping cum into Deborah's pussy. "Is she pregnant?"

"No! That's cum!" Sarah said. Mary's mouth fell open wide, wider, wider.

"Well, actually!" Samantha said. "She's gotta be! There's no fucking way he's not getting her pregnant with all that!" Sarah moaned and bit her lip, then rubbed her belly.

"He did this to me!" she said to Mary, and she turned. "Two months ago!" Mary turned back to Flynn and Deborah. Deborah's orgasm had descended from peak empyrean bliss to a deliciously ecstatic plateau. She'd regained her senses and was yanking Flynn's balls up, one in each hand, in time to his grunts, looking back with a ravenous open grin. He had now been cumming for nine and a half minutes and would have finished there, but her yanking, kneading ball massage kept him going. She was working every drop out. She rolled her fingertips around in his taint and his grunts shot back up into falsetto, eyes and teeth clenched tight at the ceiling.

"If it's a girl, I'll name her Cassandra," Sarah said. "If it's a boy, Flynn."

Samantha took her shirt off and proudly displayed her belly to Mary. "Me, too! He's gonna be the Father of the Next Generation. There's five hundred and seventeen women in here he's gonna impregnate! Then we'll take him around the world! Did your school teach you about the Repopulation Thesis?"

Mary nodded. She smiled a little as she watched Flynn fucking Deborah.

"Well, take a look at a Breeder! If you want to be a mama, and you want him to do the honors, he'll be happy to! You absolutely don't have to, of course!"

She shook her head and said, "He's unbelievably gorgeous."

"And the most impossibly delicious fuck you will ever have! Take our word for it!" Samantha said.

"I'm a virgin," she said.

"Well, in that case, maybe not him for your first time. That would really hurt. But look, we've got tons of food! Anything you want! You're welcome to stay, or if you want, someone will take you home!"

"I think I'd just like to go home."

"You got it, honey!" She stood and said to Sarah, "Cassandra will give her a ride." And she walked off through the beds to the back. Lisa, Madeleine and the other two women were dragging Mary's limp prom date, still in his tuxedo, to a spare cage. One of the bartenders brought out a hose from the right wall behind the caged prisoners and rinsed the floor into a drain beneath them.

Mary couldn't take her eyes off Flynn as he bucked and hitched in his breath with each spurt of cum. He would be done in ten seconds. Not a drop of sweat. Not a hair out of place. Deborah leaned back and they French kissed for a solid minute, moaning down each other's throat. He squeezed and rolled his fingers around in her tits. Then she broke their kiss and purred, "That was the best fuck I've ever had, honey!"

"Fuck yes, it was!" he panted. He was done cumming but his orgasm still flurried all over him and he shivered under her as she sat up and set her feet to the floor.

"Ready for that last kiss?" she asked, grinned, and slowly stood. He whimpered with uncontrollable shudders as her cervix finally let him go and she squeezed her pussy as tight as she could, giving him one last, sixteen-inch-long sucking thank-you kiss. He leaned forward and licked her asscheeks until they were out of reach and Mary's mouth fell open again as she beheld the most gigantic dick she'd ever seen slowly slurping out of a pussy. Deborah locked her knees and his glans popped out, his cock flopped back to his belly, hiccupping so hard Mary could count the veins. His balls were bigger than oranges and slowly descended to the mattress.

The Asian woman with long black hair quickly slid a strap-on vibrator up Deborah's legs, slipped it into her pussy and flicked it on. Deborah gasped up a smile and adjusted the straps. "Ten minutes!" the Asian said with a grin.

"No, no!" Cassandra said, walking back through the beds to them. "Make it thirty! We need to be absolutely certain!" She smiled up at Deborah, quivering all over as the vibrator brought her orgasm back to life. Cassandra massaged her tits, leaned down and kissed her giant belly. Then she looked up and said, "There's no fucking way you're not pregnant, babe! Happy birthday!" Deborah burst into tears, leaned down and they sucked their tongues to their throats.

Flynn's cock didn't have a drop of man cum on it, just glistening pussy juice. Rose, who had stood nearby the whole time, kicked off her tennis shoes, unfastened her jeans and slid them down and Flynn saw she wasn't wearing panties. She walked up to the futon in her socks and said, "Missionary!"

He smiled and stood off the bed, she climbed on and spread her knees to her massive boobs. "You ready to be a mom?" he asked.

She wept up a snarling moan. "Holy fuck, yes!" He winked and knelt, his face between her thighs, his hands to her hips, and she gaped up in surprise at the ceiling, her eyes crossed, then slowly closed and she lay back on the futon as her first orgasm bloomed up warm and furious all over her.