Father Goose - Sex Stories

Father Goose

... mother' was what I thought.

I looked at Leslie and then at Verina and Laurelle. All three of them were pregnant with my babies and here I was with Stephanie. I knew I wanted her to be pregnant too.

The two of us moaned and sighed as our fucking intensified.

I made myself slow down and then I latched my mouth onto her neck. I bit and sucked and bit some more. Stephanie responded by spreading her legs wider and holding me tighter as I made my love mark on her.

I couldn't hold back any more. I fucked her hard for a quick moment and then drove as deep as I could and started shooting my seed into her. She sighed with the feeling and I sighed with relief as my balls emptied.

Her feet rubbed at my legs in our aftermath. Her hands affectionately ran over my back and my sides. We stayed coupled together and every now and again I'd fuck her just a little and enjoy it as my cock would spasm and spit a little more seed into her pussy.

"That was beautiful!" said Cheryl.

The moment had been so intense that I had forgotten we had an audience. In the days after this it wasn't unusual for the candle to burn down while I made love to someone with an audience. Cheryl said it was like watching a romance movie.

I kissed Stephanie on the lips before I pulled myself away from her and got up to get some fresh air.

A bevy of naked women quickly surrounded her and I could hear bits and pieces of questions and congratulations.

When I came back to the room Stephanie was ...

... getting a victory kiss from Leslie. There was a bit more chatter before someone blew out the candle.

Stephanie stayed with me and Leslie sleeping between us.

I slept late again and found myself alone. Going outside there was some girlish laughter from the pool and that meant the diesel oil had cleared up.

All six of the women were in the pool so I jumped in too! There was some splashing and frolicking and I also noticed hands on me that hadn't touched me before.

One by one the ladies got out and got on with their day. Leslie was the last and we enjoyed a pleasant chat.

Stephanie, of course, went fishing for dinner.

I thought about going out to her fishing spot to see her but then figured she might want to be left alone.

The tempo of tropical life is a bit different from life back in the States. Because of the bright sun and mid-day and afternoon rains life in the tropics often comes to a halt starting around eleven in the morning until as late as four in the afternoon. People typically retreat to shelter to escape the sun or the rain. Our little kingdom ended up adopting this tradition for the same reasons the natives did. It was simply practical not to fight nature.

This particular day was hot and dry and when Stephanie came back to the barracks from her fishing spot I followed her.

It was cool and dark inside. Stephanie was fussing with something at her rack. Verina and Laurelle were snoozing on their racks.

I walked up to Stephanie and she smiled ...