Summer of Love (Week 10, part 1) by MikeB1013

Monday, August 1. The beginning of a new month. J.J. and Aaron are tanned a deep bronze from long hours spent working in the summer sun. Their parents have allowed them to go without haircuts now that school is out; their hair is longer and starting to curl under their backwards baseball caps, and it’s also started to bleach from the sun; the streaks of blonde in their dark hair, together with their sparkling blue eyes, contrast strikingly with their deep tanned skin, making them both even more boyishly handsome than ever before. Both studs have always been chick magnets, but they’ve never received as much attention from girls as they have this summer. With the exception of Megan and Emma, and their weekly blowjob from Destiny, they’ve both passed up multiple opportunities to score with teenage chicks; Aaron is now as equally dedicated as J.J. to the cause of servicing married pussy, and girls their own age are only a distraction. Their shoulders, chests and rock-hard biceps are well toned from their regular morning workouts; both of them now also boast sets of well sculpted six pack abs. As J.J. has promised, the studs have seen noticeable and steady improvement in their endurance and stamina in the bedroom, hammering married pussy with machine like precision. Both of their adolescent wangs are still growing; with continuous use, J.J.’s dick has grown another quarter of an inch since the beginning of summer and he now boasts a tool that’s 8 and a quarter inches long while Aaron’s love worm has also lengthened to 7 and a half inches. The bananas that they’re eating every day at Kerri’s insistence are enhancing the quantity and quality of their sperm, just as the hippie promised; the daily doses of fructose provide fuel for their twin DNA factories which are working overtime to keep producing load in massive volumes. This sea of ball slime is being constantly depleted; both studs are spewing their seed with adolescent prodigality as they relentlessly pursue J.J.’s goal of maximizing ejaculations. Best of all, neither one of them has masturbated in weeks; they’re both getting such a steady supply of pussy that they don’t need to pleasure themselves. The stud cousins are living the dream of teenage boys everywhere and August promises to be the best month yet for both of them…

The beginning of August coincides with the Valley Vista region’s first real heatwave of the summer. Until now, the weather has been warm, but pleasant, with low humidity and rarely getting above the eighties for daytime high temperatures. This week a sultry weather system is settling over the area; today, the daytime temperature will reach 90 degrees, coupled with high humidity and it’s only going to get hotter and muggier later in the week. J.J. and Aaron both know that work this week, as well as sex, are going to be extra sweaty experiences…

“Okay, dude, this is the big week,” J.J. announces as he and Aaron eat their pre work out snack; two bananas for each of them. “Big week? How so, dude?” Aaron asks. “Dude, we’re going to set a goal for this week…let’s shoot 100 loads!” J.J. proposes. “Dude, you want me to shoot 100 loads…in one week? That’s not even humanly possible!” Aaron exclaims in disbelief. “No, dude, it’s a team goal…you shoot 50 and I shoot 50. That averages out to 7 loads a day for each of us; we can definitely do that!” J.J. explains. “Does getting head count?” Aaron asks. “Getting head counts…getting jacked off by a chick counts…jacking yourself off does NOT count…so you better keep your hands away from your dick this week!” J.J. replies. “Okay, cool! I’m in!” the younger stud agrees readily, discarding his banana peels in the trash can and getting ready to bench press. “Okay dude, spot me,” Aaron now requests his cousin. “You were benching 110 last week, dude…add another 10 this week? Make it 120?” J.J. asks, checking the progress charts that both studs have taped to the wall of the rec room. “No dude, I’m going for 130 this week…I really need to work out if you want me to go around shooting all that cum!” Aaron replies. “Way to go, dude!” J.J. congratulates his cousin, adding an extra 20 pounds to the bar for him…

Allison checks herself in the mirror one last time before heading out to work. With her low-cut white blouse, short, ultra-tight red skirt and matching red stiletto pumps, she is a visual feast for hungry male eyes; she also can’t help but feeling self-consciously slutty as she steps outside her house to begin the work week. Her hips are still slightly sore from the merciless pounding that Aaron subjected her to on Friday night and she hopes that no one notices that she’s still walking funny; she’s also extremely conscious that in spite of her skillful application of makeup, the massive hickey that the teen stud gave her is still glaringly visible on her neck. She’s excited about today; following J.J.’s texted instructions, she’s going to ask the good looking 19 year old college intern to go to lunch with her. She’s never asked a guy to go out with her before and she’s sure that he’ll be startled by her invitation since she turned him down when he asked her just about a month ago. He’s going to wonder why I’ve changed my mind…but, he’s not going to say no! the nerdy wife assures herself, pausing to loosen another one of the buttons on her blouse…

“Oh, yeah! Fuck me!” Jo Anne gasps, looking up into Aaron’s eyes as her teen stud hammers her pussy. They had started off in the kitchen with Jo Anne down on her knees giving the stud his usual Monday blowjob; the MILF had readily agreed with Aaron’s suggestion that they take the action to her bedroom. The stud is enjoying the pussy pounding; he can feel the pressure steadily building in his balls as he makes another suggestion. “I wanna…fuck you doggy…” Aaron declares breathlessly, as he slams home another thrust. “We can do that,” the MILF agrees. The stud pulls out his tool, coated with Jo Anne’s love honey, and the MILF gets into position on all fours. “Fuck me any way you want…” she invites him, as he slides his pecker into her and starts pounding her from behind. Gripping her hips tightly, he soon has her screaming loudly in ecstasy; unfortunately, it’s not very long before he blows his load deep into her love slot, letting out a loud groan as his nuts spasm violently. He’s disappointed that he didn’t last longer, but he’s first on the scoreboard in his contest with J.J.; one load down, 49 to go…

With a little yelp of excitement, Donna eagerly rushes to the back door of her house like an excited teenager. She’s already caught a glimpse through the window of her caller; it’s a dark-haired teenage boy wearing a backwards baseball cap. Finally back from vacation and rid of her mother-in-law, the blonde MILF can’t wait to go back to her steamy, sweaty recreational sex sessions with J.J. She opens the door with a beaming smile. “Hi! Jay…Jay…?…Wait…you’re not J.J….” the blonde says, her smile dissolving into a puzzled look; the teen standing in front of her looks so much like her 16 year old lover, but it’s not him, after all. “No, I’m Aaron…I’m J.J.’s cousin,” the good looking, tanned boy replies, flashing her a winning grin with his braces. “Oh, hi Aaron! I don’t think I’ve ever met you! Come in!” the MILF greets him cheerfully, a friendly smile lighting up her face again. The stud steps inside Donna’s kitchen; the MILF is taken by how cute he is and can’t get over how much he looks like J.J.! For his part, the stud is pleased; the friendly, big titted blonde is 37, but her bubbly airheadedness makes her seem almost like a teenager and Aaron’s dick immediately begins to stiffen. “Yo, J.J. said you might need some help…with stuff…” Aaron offers in his strange but appealing way, half bold and half bashful, his voice trailing off as he leaves it open ended as to what kind of “stuff” he can help her with. It’s the most tentative kind of proposition imaginable; Aaron is playing it cool and Donna is much too slow witted to see his approach for what it really is. “Thanks for the offer, Aaron, but I don’t know if I really need anything else done around here!” the blonde replies good naturedly. “Oh…okay…” the stud replies, already starting to flub his opportunity; based upon what J.J. had told him, he expected the ditzy blonde to get down on her knees and blow him as soon as he walked through the door. “But hopefully I’ll see you around! It was nice meeting you!” Donna now exclaims, flashing another big, friendly smile and holding out her hand to the teen. Murmuring something under his breath in disappointment, the stud shakes hands with the MILF and leaves. Donna closes the door behind him and giggles. He’s SO adorable! she thinks to herself…

“Oh shit!” J.J. groans as his balls spasm, hurling thick globs of his genetic sludge deep into Kerri’s love slot. “Right on, baby! Right on!” the hippie exclaims happily. As usual, she’s loud and vocal in her enjoyment of the sex, and the two snuggle together after copulation, the hippie cradled in the stud’s sweaty embrace. She seems more pensive than usual, though; instead of her customary loquacious pillow talk with the stud, she stares up at the ceiling, her eyes darting uneasily as she hums softly to herself. Suddenly, J.J. is startled to hear her murmur “Such a bummer…!” “What’s wrong?” the stud asks. “Oh, it was, like, my period was late and I was getting so excited, I was, like, really getting my hopes up, but then I got it and it was such a bummer!” she confides to him, still looking up at the ceiling and speaking as if she were thinking out loud and not really talking to him directly. J.J. is understandably startled; he can barely believe what he’s hearing. “Wait…you were bummed…that you got your period? So, you mean…?” he starts to ask, looking at the hippie in amazement. “Oh, J.J., baby, please don’t be mad at me, please!” the hippie exclaims imploringly, finally turning her head to look at the stud directly and reaching out to tenderly caress his face with her hand. “You mean, you want to get pregnant?” the stud finishes his thought, looking at her in amazement. “Oh, baby, I should have told you! Please, please, don’t be mad!” she repeats. Taking a deep breath as she tries to compose herself, and with J.J. temporarily speechless, the hippie proceeds to drop a bombshell on her teenage lover. “So…Milo and I have been, like, trying to have a baby for the longest time…we just kept trying and trying, we were trying, like, herbs and all kinds of, like, fertility rituals, but no luck,” she explains. “That’s why Milo went to Central America to find himself…he was, like, so devastated…” she continues. “But then I met you and, like, I instantly knew that everything aligned…that you were the one!” she explains happily. “But what about Aaron?” the puzzled stud asks. “So, we decided, me and Milo, that we really don’t want to know for sure who the baby’s dad is…we, like, think it’ll just be better that way, so I was looking around for somebody else and then you brought Aaron over here to meet me!” the hippie gushes enthusiastically. “It’s SO groovy! Even if it ends up not actually being yours, the baby will still kinda like have your genes, because it’ll be Aaron’s! You guys look like twins…I’ll never know for sure which one of you actually planted the seed!” “Wow!” J.J. murmurs, caught completely by surprise. “And that’s why I can’t, like, make the scene with Steve…If I have a redheaded baby, then we’ll know for sure who the dad is!” the hippie now adds, with a giggle. “And so, Milo is cool with this? I mean, me and Aaron knocking you up?” J.J. now asks, still trying to grasp the reality of the situation. “Milo is SO cool with this!” the hippie replies. “I showed him pictures of you and Aaron and he just thinks it’s, like, so groovy how young and handsome and strong you both are! Our baby is going to have such groovy genes!” “Wow!” the stud murmurs again. “Oh, J.J., baby, you’re not mad at me, are you? Please don’t be mad! I’m, like, so sorry I didn’t tell you! It’s like I’ve been using you for your sperm or something!” the hippie exclaims, now starting to feel wracked with guilt. “No, I’m not mad. I really want to help you…and Milo,” J.J. replies in a thoughtful tone, trying to hide his excitement. “Groovy! So, we can keep making the scene?” the hippie exclaims happily. “Yeah, we started working on it, so might as well get the job done,” the stud replies nonchalantly. “But…we really need to tell Aaron about this,” he adds quickly. “Yeah, you’re right…it’s not fair to Aaron…do you want to tell him, or should I?” the hippie asks. “We can both tell him. I’m just not sure how he’s gonna react. He’s still young…he’s still got a lot to learn,” the stud replies. While trying to sound cool and detached, J.J. is secretly thrilled by the hippie’s revelation; he and Aaron are being offered a golden opportunity to spread their teenage seed! He just doesn’t know how his cousin is going to react when he’s told that he’s been used for the past two months as a sperm donor…

“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” J.J. gasps as his balls spasm, flinging more of his slimy DNA into Kerri’s pussy. The stud has dumped 8 loads into the hippie and he’s now ready to go home for the night. “Thank you, J.J., baby!” the hippie exclaims, giving him an appreciative peck on the cheek as they cuddle after sex. “Hopefully I did the job!” the sweaty stud replies, his well-developed chest still heaving. “Don’t worry, baby! I KNOW it’s going to happen this month! I’m getting all these vibes! Either you or Aaron are going to get the job done! Just keep giving me this!” she says, giving the stud’s sweaty, now well drained balls an affectionate squeeze. “And keep eating those bananas!” she adds with a giggle…

Tuesday, August 2. “Yeah, you can count on me…I couldn’t just leave you dudes hanging like that…” Aaron declares, readily agreeing to act as one of Kerri’s sperm donors. Having lunch at QwikBurger with J.J. and the hippie, he’s just been told about the baby making project and doesn’t hesitate to commit his ball sludge to the cause. “Groovy! Far out!” the hippie exclaims, a big smile lighting up her face. “Dude, I’m proud of you!” J.J. congratulates his cousin. The older stud had been worried about how Aaron would react; not only is the younger stud agreeing to potentially knock up the hippie, he’s also not showing the slightest resentment about being told, only now, that she’s been doing her best over the past two months to make him a teenage father. “But…you really need to do something for our dude, Steve,” Aaron now speaks up on behalf of their friend, the redheaded football stud. “Yeah, the dude really wants to fuck you! His balls are getting heavy!” J.J. agrees. “Like, I know…you guys are right! Don’t worry, I’ll do something to make Steve happy!” the hippie readily agrees. “Yo, you better wipe your chin,” Aaron now advises her, pointing to the glob of creamy white sauce from her veggie burger. “Oh, yeah! Like, wow! We know what that looks like!” the hippie agrees with a giggle, reaching for a napkin…

“I know you want the pussy, but you’re not getting it!” Rachel exclaims tauntingly, taking J.J.’s sweaty dick out of her mouth and looking up at him with a mischievous smirk on her face. “I’ll do a better job on your lawn next time! I promise!” the stud replies cheerfully, gently trying to coax the MILF into spreading her legs for him. “Oh, you did a great job! But I can’t sleep with you today…it’s that time of the month…” Rachel now explains, putting J.J.’s stiffened tool back in her mouth. “Oh, shit!” the stud groans as she slowly takes him all the way down to the balls, savoring every swollen inch of his pecker. Rachel, 32, stands 5’6, with shoulder length, light brown hair and c-cup tits. She’s dressed in a red dress and sexy red stiletto heels, which add an extra 5 inches to her height; before she dropped to her knees and took his dick in her mouth, she was towering over the stud in her high heeled pumps. Best of all, she wears glasses; another chick with glasses! J.J. thinks to himself, unable to resist bespectacled women. He can’t decide if Rachel is an older, more sexually experienced version of Allison, or a younger, prettier version of Liz, but she’s been flirting with him shamelessly all summer and now things have finally reached a climax. Just his luck, though; her husband is finally out of town on business for the week…and she’s having her period! It’s J.J.’s first sexual activity of the day and Rachel gets him off quickly; he orgasms explosively, spewing most of his load in the MILF’s wide open, sperm craving mouth. As is always the case, stray cum ends up flying everywhere; some of J.J.’s ball sludge ends up on Rachel’s chin, while a thick glob of it splatters her glasses. She eagerly scoops up and swallows every last drop of the teen’s salty genetic treat…

“Oh my god!” Liz screams at the top of her lungs as J.J. hammers her mercilessly from behind. Just as the stud had fantasized about, he has her naked, except for a pair of ankle socks, bent over the kitchen counter as he grips her hips tightly and gives her pussy a ferocious pounding, her fleshy ass cheeks rippling with every thrust. “That fucking ass!” he grunts, giving the MILF’s well developed bottom a thorough working over, smacking both cheeks in turn until they turn bright red. “Ouch! I’m not gonna be able to sit down!” the MILF cries out. “You won’t…be able to…fucking walk!” J.J. grunts in reply, gritting his teeth as he puts progressively more force into each thrust. The blow job from Rachel has enhanced his endurance; with the MILF’s orgasmic screams ringing in his ears, he punishes her saturated love slot for almost 15 sweat soaked minutes, before letting out a deep groan as he finally blasts a slimy load of nut scum deep into her pussy…

“I’m glad that you came prepared!” Melissa purrs approvingly, looking up at Aaron as he looms over her, positioning himself to slide his stiffened, condom encased pecker into her sopping wet pussy. “Yeah, I won’t have to pull out now!” the stud agrees as his latex wrapped tool pushes past the gorgeous blonde’s vertical lips, sliding into her thoroughly saturated love slot. “Oh, baby! You’ve really been working out!” Melissa purrs lustfully, running her hands eagerly all over Aaron’s shoulders and chest and giving his biceps a squeeze as he begins his thrusting. It’s been just a month since the first time that they fucked, but the young stud’s daily morning workouts with his cousin are already showing noticeable results. “Gotta keep in shape for the chicks!” Aaron replies as he starts his pelvic thrusts. “You should try out for the football team!” the gorgeous blonde gushes. “You like football players?” the stud asks as he finds his carnal rhythm and starts hitting the pussy with steady, forceful thrusts. “I LOVE football players! My first time was with the quarterback when I was 15…and I did the whole offensive line!” the former cheerleader replies, reminiscing about her sexual exploits in high school. “All in one night…?” the stud asks hopefully, letting out a grunt as he slams home another thrust. “I wish! That would have been fun!” the blonde replies. “I was a cheerleader in college, too…four years at State! SO many football players!” she now gushes, as the memories of her even more frenzied sex life in college come flooding back. Aaron grunts his approval as he accelerates the tempo of his thrusts; he’s getting more and more aroused by the stunningly beautiful blonde’s confession of her youthful promiscuity. “I sang the school fight song while I was having sex!” she now announces happily, tightening her grip on Aaron’s biceps as he puts steadily more force and speed into his thrusts. Melissa has the house all to herself this afternoon and Aaron has 3 condoms with him; he fully realizes the potential consequences of what he’s doing and he hopes that his plan works. He had hesitated about going through with it, but his lunchtime conversation with J.J. and the hippie finally decided him. He has to admit that it was kind of hot shooting his load all over Melissa’s sexy feet the first time that they fucked, but he has other plans for his sperm today…

“What’s up with the socks?” J.J. asks Liz, her feet bobbing in the air on either side of him as he thrusts into her. The two have now taken their fuck session to the sofa, with the MILF lying on her back, legs spread, feet pointed at the ceiling. “My feet are cold!” she replies; she does have the air conditioning cranked, but J.J., soaked in sweat from his carnal exertions, feels like he’s in a sauna. “You’re so sweaty! Working hard?” the MILF asks with a giggle, looking up at her stud through her nerdy round glasses. “I’m working this pussy!” the stud grunts in reply, forcefully smashing his hips into hers. The nerdy MILF brings out the beast in the teenage stud; soon, he has her crying out in ecstasy as he pounds her into a fresh string of orgasms…

“Did you really sing…while you were fucking…?” a profusely sweating Aaron manages to gasp as he hits Melissa’s pussy with deep, powerful thrusts. One used condom is already is lying in the wastebasket next to the bed; the second condom now encases Aaron’s forcefully thrusting penis as he smashes the delectable blonde’s love box. “Yes! I was doing a linebacker and he told me to shut up, but I kept singing and he stuffed his underwear in my mouth!” the blonde replies as she absorbs the relentless pussy pounding. “Want me to sing?” she now asks, looking up at her stud with a big smile. “No…NO!” the stud replies emphatically, prompting a giggle from the gorgeous blonde; suddenly her giggle dissolves into a long, deep moan. “Oh my god! I’m cumming!” Melissa moans as Aaron systematically smashes her into one climax after another…

“Oh yeah! Harder! Harder!” Liz moans, calling out encouragement to her teen lover as he hammers her doggy style. After getting J.J.’s second load blasted into her on the sofa, the MILF grabbed him by the hand and led him to her bedroom, apparently determined to fuck her adolescent stud in every room in the house. Now in bed, they’ve switched from doggy to mish and now back to doggy again. Like a machine, his penis hard as a steel rod, J.J. keeps pumping his hips, driving his fuck stick in and out of Liz’s juicy love slot like a well lubricated piston. Grunting loudly, with sweat cascading from his body, the stud bludgeons his way towards ejaculation again; he throws back his head and lets out a deep groan as his balls release a third and final load into the 43 year old MILF’s well pounded pussy. “Oh, shit!” he gasps, feeling the powerful orgasmic spasms deep within his nuts, his tool spurting again and again…

“Oh shit! I’m gonna cum!” Aaron groans, feeling himself hurtling towards ejaculation as he hammers away at Melissa doggy style. The stud is now down to his third and last condom and he pounds his amazingly beautiful partner with a vengeance. “Oh, shit! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” the sweat drenched stud finally gasps as he feels his tool spurting, the forceful spasms emptying his balls of their genetic slime; Melissa moans loudly as she joins him in climax. As the stud orgasms, he has the satisfaction of knowing that at least some of his sperm cells are escaping through the pinholes that he poked in the condom; gyrating and wriggling, these swimmers, imprinted with the teen stud’s DNA, begin their journey, thrashing to join their brethren who have managed to escape the first two condoms. “You’re better than any of those football players that I did…high school or college!” an unsuspecting Melissa gushes as she cuddles with her sweaty teen stud after sex. “Even that dude who stuffed his underwear in your mouth?” Aaron asks. “He was rough, but he wasn’t really that good…and you’re bigger than he was!” the blonde assures him with a giggle. The stud doesn’t feel a trace of guilt; just a secret thrill of excitement and a hope that one, just one, of his little wriggling genetic messengers gets through…

Aaron looks up at the imposing house at the very top of the hill on Rosewood Circle. At the beginning of the summer, he had briefly considered coming to this neighborhood to offer his services, but J.J. had told him to forget it; all the rich people around here hire professional landscapers. But now he’s here at this mansion after all, on the basis of a personal reference, so let’s see what happens, he thinks to himself. His repeated knocking on the door brings no answer and he’s just about to give up and leave when it occurs to him to ring the doorbell. The loud, deep throated chime barely stops reverberating when the door opens. In front of Aaron is a girl about his own age, pretty, with light brown hair, but with an insufferably smug look on her face. “Oh…if you’re collecting for something, my mother takes care of that at the office…” she states in a disdainful tone and starts to close the door. “Yo…I’m not here to collect anything…I came about the job…” the stud replies, determined not to be thwarted. “Well, you’ll just have to come back…my mother just got home from work and I’m sure…” the girl replies, starting to close the door in Aaron’s face again, when suddenly comes the sound of a more mature female voice, accompanied by the purposeful clicking of high heels. “Erika…!” the voice calls out. “Yes, mother…” the girl replies, even as her parent joins her in the doorway. “Who is this?” the tall brunette asks her daughter. “Yo, Jo Anne said that you might need somebody to take care of your pool,” Aaron immediately interjects, not giving Erika a chance to preempt him. “Yes, that’s right…and your name is…?” the lady of the house asks him. “Aaron…I’m Aaron,” the stud replies. “Aaron, please come in,” the statuesque brunette now invites him; she’s just as much of a snob as her daughter, but far more polite. Aaron steps inside the entryway and can’t help but be impressed by the sheer scale of the house; his parents’ living room would be swallowed up in the entryway with room to spare. And the floor…is it real marble…? “You’ll probably have to get rid of him, just like the last one,” Erika declares dismissively, eyeing the sweaty teenage boy with undisguised contempt. “Erika, that’s quite enough…you may go…” the tall brunette dismisses her daughter. Erika turns on her heel and casting a final disapproving glance over her shoulder at Aaron, disappears into the vastness of the house. “You’ll have to forgive Erika…she sometimes forgets her manners,” the brunette apologizes to the teen. “Yo, that’s okay, Mrs….” Aaron starts to reply, but she preempts him. “You can just call me Jodi,” the tall, prim brunette replies with just a hint of a smile, magnanimously deigning to put herself on a first name basis with the sweaty teen wearing the backwards baseball cap. Aaron realizes that he has a major challenge in front of him. Jodi, 37, is 5’8; her obviously expensive black patent leather stilettos add an extra 5 inches to her height, so that she is literally, as well as figuratively, looking down her long, aristocratic nose at him. Her long, dark hair is tied back in a severe looking bun; it’s the same hairstyle that Catie wears, but Jodi’s prim trace of a smile lacks the warmth of the petite librarian. Her blue eyes and refined facial features are attractive, but in a very cold, standoffish sort of way. With his now well practiced eye, the stud quickly takes in his quarry’s body; dressed in a dark, tight fitting, skirted business suit, he approvingly notes that her c-cup tits and long legs are her best assets. With his sweat soaked t-shirt clinging to him, the normally confident Aaron can’t help but feel more than a bit self-conscious; the name of the European designer of Jodi’s suit would mean nothing to him, but even he can tell that it carries a hefty price tag. “Yo, so I’m interested in that job that Jo Anne told me about…” the stud now says, returning to the point of his visit. “Yes, I had to let our pool boy go…he didn’t quite measure up. Do you have experience?” Jodi asks him. “Oh, I have lots of experience!” Aaron replies, flashing his braces in his usual, eager, boyish smile. His winning grin almost always melts female hearts, but here it seems to fall flat; “Well, Jo Anne speaks very highly of your skills, so I’ll give you a try. You can start next Tuesday,” the unsmiling brunette answers in a brisk tone; the interview is over and before he knows it, Aaron has been shown the door. I’m getting a piece of that, the stud decides as he walks out into the brutal August sun. I don’t know how, but I’m getting a piece of that…

“Shut up! I don’t want to hear you making any more excuses for him!” Megan silences J.J. as he tries to defend Aaron. Sitting on the sofa next to her 16 year old boyfriend, staring straight ahead with her arms folded angrily across her chest, the temperamental redhead is in a blind rage directed against her absent 15 year old boyfriend. “I haven’t had sex with him in over a week! I didn’t call you on Saturday night, I didn’t hook up with anybody else…I stayed home and waited for him…and nothing! Not even a text!” the infuriated Megan exclaims, indignant that she endured a celibate Saturday night because of Aaron’s waywardness. “Dude is working on his science fair project,” a bewildered J.J. blurts out the first thing that comes into his mind; the look on Megan’s face tells him that he should have kept his mouth shut. “Science fair? School hasn’t even started yet and he’s working on a science fair project?” a visibly bewildered Megan asks, turning to face J.J., her mouth wide open in disbelief, an angry glint in her eye. “He wanted to get a head start…” the stud replies lamely, shrugging his shoulders. “Valley Vista’s science fair isn’t until March…that’s some head start he’s getting!” the indignant redhead replies, drilling J.J. with her eyes. “Yeah, and you know, I told him he’s working way too hard…he needs to give himself a break, but you know what? He wants it to be perfect…he wants everybody to be proud of him…especially you…” the stud replies, thinking quickly as he skillfully engineers his escape from the trap that he’s fallen into. “Really…?” Megan asks, her look almost instantly softening as her anger melts. “That’s all he keeps saying is, ‘I just want Megan to be proud of me…that’s all I care about’…” the stud continues, bringing all of his powers of persuasion to bear, looking deeply and earnestly into Megan’s eyes as he pleads his cousin’s case. “That is SO sweet! That’s why I love him! He’s always thinking of other people!” Megan gushes, flashing her braces in a wide smile. “And that’s why I love you! You’re always sticking up for him!” the redhead adds, throwing herself into J.J.’s arms. All of her anger has dissolved in a radiant burst of love for both of her boyfriends. After a passionate make out session on the sofa, the couple take the action to the bedroom, where a grateful Megan rewards J.J. with a loudly enthusiastic night of fucking. The stud drains his balls into the redhead’s pussy, blasting 8 loads of his nut scum into her by the end of the night…

“Oh, right on, baby! Right there!” Kerri exclaims, as Aaron hits just the right spot. Even as J.J. is pounding Megan into one orgasm after another, Aaron is hammering the hippie on her sofa in the living room, achieving equal success in making his partner cum repeatedly. The force and intensity of his thrusts are even more powerful now that he knows that he and the hippie are trying to make a baby together and his excitement is further enhanced by the knowledge that his sperm is on the loose deep inside Melissa; with any luck he’ll knock up both the gorgeous blonde and the hippie in the same day! Finally, after intense, prolonged pussy pounding the stud’s nuts explode. Aaron lets out a deep, visceral groan as he releases a thick load of his baby making slime deep into the hippie’s love box. “Oh, yeah! Right on, baby! Right on! Put that baby in me!” Kerri exclaims happily as her stud’s tool continues to spurt deep inside her. She reaches down and squeezes the stud’s nut pouch, determined to milk every last drop of his ball sludge into her. “Holy shit!” Aaron groans; his orgasm is intense, his tool spurting 12 times before his ejaculation finally expends itself. After he pulls out, the hippie wraps the sweaty stud in her arms and they snuggle tightly together on the narrow, reeking, sweat saturated sofa. “It’s hard work, making a baby!” Aaron exclaims in a breathless voice. “My baby is going to have such groovy genes! You and J.J. really know how to take me there!” the hippie purrs enthusiastically. Kerri and her teenage sperm donor soon move the action to the bedroom and Aaron ends up blasting a total of 6 loads into her babymaker tonight, adding his thrashing, wriggling DNA tickets to those of J.J. in the genetic lottery that’s being played out deep inside her…

Wednesday, August 3. “Fifty-six…fifty-seven…” Aaron gasps, his arms starting to quiver, reaching the very end of his endurance as he counts out the pushups that he’s doing. “Come on, dude! You can do it!” J.J. cheers him on, proud of his cousin and his determined effort. “Fifty-eight…fifty…nine…” Aaron is reaching the very limit of what he can take. “You’re almost there, dude!” “Sixty!” Aaron collapses in a heap at J.J.’s feet, breathing heavily, his arms quivering. “Dude, I’m proud of you! Last week you only did 40 and now this week, you made it to sixty! That’s gonna mean extra time in somebody’s pussy!” J.J. congratulates his younger cousin. “Dude, I suck so bad! Steve can do 100 pushups and I’m struggling to do 60!” Aaron gasps in reply. “Dude, you gotta quit using Steve as your benchmark…he’s on the football team,” J.J. replies, trying to reassure his cousin; he knows that Aaron is his own worst critic. “You’ve come a long way, dude! When we started working out, you could barely do 20 pushups and now you’re doing 60! I’m so fucking proud of you!” he reassures him, as the younger stud gets back on his feet. “And it really does pay off when you’re balls deep in a chick! But dude, I’m tellin’ you, forget about that Jodi chick…dude, rich pussy like that…you won’t be able to get into that with a crowbar…” J.J. now advises the younger stud, downplaying his enthusiasm for his latest prospect. “We’ll see, dude,” Aaron replies with quiet confidence; the 15 year old stud is becoming more and more convinced that he can get any pussy that he wants…

“Dude, this’ll be 21 for me…almost halfway there!” J.J. informs his cousin as Destiny’s lips kiss the base of his swollen shaft. “This’ll make 11 for me so far, dude,” Aaron responds as the 17 year old slut pulls herself off of J.J.’s pecker and prepares to turn her attention to him. “Eleven, dude? It’s Wednesday already…you’re slacking!” J.J. admonishes the younger stud. “Dude, I start slow, but finish strong!” Aaron replies in a confident tone. “What are you guys talking about?” the puzzled Destiny asks, looking quizzically up at them, each of her hands massaging a pair of sperm heavy balls. “We set a challenge for ourselves,” J.J. replies. “Yeah, we’re both gonna cum 50 times this week,” Aaron explains. “That’s cool! Glad I can help!” Destiny replies with a little giggle as she now takes Aaron’s dick in her mouth. Soon, she will have both of them groaning with pleasure as their tools spurt explosively, bringing them just a little bit closer to their goal for the week…

“Holy fucking shit!” Steve groans as Kerri holds the full length of his stiffened shaft in her mouth, her lips sealed around the base of his engorged manhood. The hippie lets out a naughty, muffled little giggle as she works the redheaded football stud’s tool with her tongue. Steve continues to groan with pleasure as the hippie inflicts prolonged deepthroat oral torment on him; finally, gasping, she comes up for breath. “You’re, like, so stiff, baby! You have such a groovy dick!” she enthuses, the stud’s spit slathered tool throbbing in her face. “And you’re working up a real big load for me! I can tell!” she adds, giving the stud’s sperm bloated balls a loving little squeeze. “Holy shit! You really know how to suck cock!” the stud gasps. The hippie giggles in response; “It’s all part of being a chick!” she replies happily, before putting her mouth back to work on the freckle faced stud’s pulsating pecker…

“Is Aaron getting some love tonight?” the hippie asks J.J. as he thrusts into her on her sofa. “Yeah…he’s fucking…his girlfriend…” the stud replies between thrusts. “I fucked her…last night…” he adds proudly, knowing that the hippie approves of her two teen studs spreading their seed. “Right on!” the hippie responds approvingly; even though she’s never met Megan, she’s happy, as a fellow woman, that the redhead is enjoying back to back nights of sex with both stud cousins, just as she is. “Did you see Steve?” J.J. now asks as he continues his thrusting. “Yeah, he was here today! He’s, like, so sexy!” the hippie responds cheerfully, letting out a little gasp as she absorbs a particularly forceful pelvic thrust. “Did you fuck him?” J.J. now asks breathlessly. “No, but, like, I really, REALLY, wanted to! I just gave him a mouth hug!” the hippie replies with a giggle. “Cool!” J.J. grunts as he forcefully slams home another thrust, satisfied that his redheaded friend at least got to experience the hippie’s oral skills. “He had, like, such a big load! It was, like, flying everywhere! That’s what all these wet spots are!” the hippie now giggles. J.J. had been wondering if the wet spots he had felt on the sofa were cum and now the hippie has just confirmed that they are; hours earlier, fresh from Steve’s balls, his nut scum had been warm as it splattered the sofa, but now as J.J. comes into contact with it, it’s unpleasantly cold. The stud is much too focused on his carnal task to be grossed out by the idea of brushing up against his redheaded friend’s stale genetic slime; he just keeps thrusting his way to ejaculation. “It did seem, like, such a waste of all those little swimmers, though…they could’ve helped get the job done!” the hippie now confesses, eyeing her stud as he continues to slam into her. “Depends if you…wanna take…a chance on…a redhead…baby…” J.J. gasps out as he continues to hammer the hippie; he can feel the pressure building in his balls and knows that he won’t be able to hold back his load much longer. As much as he’d like to be the one to father the hippie’s baby the thought of competing against both Aaron and Steve is hot; he’s going to do everything he can to encourage the hippie to spread her legs for the redheaded football stud. J.J.’s spurting tool will hurl 8 loads of his man slime into the hippie’s pussy tonight…

Aaron and Megan snuggle after sex; all is forgiven between them, thanks to J.J.’s quick thinking. “You were so good!” the redhead purrs, running her hand over her teen stud’s sweaty chest. “You really needed this…don’t work so hard!” she murmurs tenderly, pleased with the loud groan of pleasure that her 15 year old boyfriend let out as he ejaculated into her. “Yeah, you’re right…I have been working pretty hard,” the stud agrees; he’s playing along with J.J.’s science fair cover story because he can’t tell her that most of his hard work has been fucking other chicks. Even though she’s forgiven Aaron and she’s now equally in love with both cousins, the demon of jealousy is never far from the redhead’s side; lacking the hippie’s generosity, she wants exclusive control over the dicks of both of her teen boyfriends. “And what about J.J.? He’s not still seeing that hippie, is he? He better not be seeing her!” she suddenly exclaims to Aaron, giving him a shove on the shoulder. “No way! Dude broke up with her…he dumped her!” Aaron replies, trying to cover for his cousin; he can only imagine the volcanic reaction if he admitted to the redhead that both he and J.J. are working overtime to impregnate the hippie that she’s so jealous of. Making up for his absence last Saturday night, the stud pounds Megan into innumerable orgasms and dumps 6 loads into her by the end of the night…

(to be continued…)

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