"It's only to be" expected," she said calmly. She concentrated on my prick. It was coming on nicely, stubby and starchy. "I wanted to talk to you about it personally, Mike," she said. "I didn't want to talk on the telephone. And… I was dying to see you!"
I felt faint. Are you sure?"
"It's six weeks," she said. "There's no doubt. I had a frog test."
It was all coming back to me. And- while cold shivers ran down my spine my big, fat bastard prick expanded and throbbed without a care in the world.
I remembered my last session with Carol. I'd already decided to give her the brush-off. But I was going easy and making this last session memorable. I wasn't happy. She'd sucked me off three times in a row, but rubbed me up again beautifully so I was ready to go again. She'd moistened her lips and opened her mouth.
"No," I'd panted. "Let me screw you!"
She'd looked up at me with big eyes. "But I've stopped taking the pill."
My prick was burning to probe her pussy. "There's no risk," I said.
"There's always risk. The way you screw, Mike, I'll have spunk so high up inside me it'll be running out of my mouth."
I want to fuck, stated my prick flatly.
"Don't you like screwing?" I asked Carol.
"Of course. But it's dangerous."
My artful fingers were steaming her up, and cunningly softening her resistance. "It's not dangerous. I'll pull out."
"But… will you?"
"Of course."
"Suppose you don't? Suppose I click?"
Let me get inside that cunt, screamed my bastard prick.
"You've nothing to worry about," I reassured her.
"I wouldn't have an abortion," she'd said firmly. "I just wouldn't! How would you take care of that?"
Don't play around, Stupid, screamed my prick. Get a move on. Let me get inside. This suspense is driving me mad!
"I'd take care of you," I said. I must have been out of my mind. "And the kid too."
Carol looked down and fluttered her eyelids. "You mean… you'd marry me, Mike?"
"Of course."
"I wouldn't take advantage of you, Mike. I wouldn't want you to feel trapped, or marry me because I was in the family way."
My prick was leaping in her hands like a wild thing. Her cunt, Man! it screamed at me. Inside her cunt!
"I wouldn't be trapped, Carol," I'd whispered. "It's what's been at the back of my mind for a long time."
She'd lain back then and spread her legs wide.
That was the scene I remembered and strangely, it was being repeated. My bastard prick was screaming. The cunt. Let me get inside her cunt!
"Don't feel trapped, Mike," she said. "I won't hold you to your promise if you don't want to marry me. But I do want the kid to have a name. That's the least you can do. Give it your name!"
The cunt, Man! screamed my prick. The cunt!
"We'll get married," I told Carol and my prick reared up triumphantly as she rolled over on her back and spread her legs wide.
It all seemed very different fifteen minutes later. I lay limply on her sweaty body with my limp prick squeezed tight between her clenched thighs.
"I knew I could rely on you, Mike," she said happily. She wrapped her arms around me in an affectionate embrace devoid of all sexy feelings.
My bastard prick had crept away leaving me to cope with all the trouble it had stirred up. The awfulness of everything swamped over me. Two girls I'd fixed to marry, a husband who was fixing to brand me in the newspapers as a Correspondent, and now the mother of my child! I made a tentative attempt to escape this new burden. I chuckled. "Did you think I wouldn't want to marry yon, Carol?"
Her arms around my neck squeezed me to her. "Not for a minute, darling. I know you meant what you said."
"But not all men are reliable," I pointed out. "I might have copped out."
"Not you, darling!"
"There was always the possibility."
"It never entered my mind, Mike."
"But just suppose…?" I licked my lips nervously. "Just suppose I'd changed my mind. Suppose I'd said I didn't want to get married?"
"You wouldn't, Mike. I know you."
"But… just suppose!"
"Why worry about something that will never happen F' "I'm curious. How would you have reacted?"
"It would never have arisen, darling. If you were that sort of man, I'd have known by instinct. Then there wouldn't have been anything between us."
"But suppose your intuition had been wrong? What would you have done?"
For the first time she considered my question carefully. "A man like that would be a louse," she said. Her voice was loaded with disgust.
"Lots of men are louses. What do you do about them?"
"If a man is a louse, and takes advantage of a girl, she has to pay him back. She owes it to herself, and all other girls."
"How would you do it?"
"There're a dozen ways, darling. A girl isn't helpless. There're paternity orders. That makes him economically responsible for the child. That's only the beginning. There's breach of contract. There're a dozen ways a girl can repay a louse. By the time he wants to call quits and marry her, it's too late."
"Too late?"
"Well, the girl gets a lump sum granted by a judge, she's got a paternity order for the child, and she's got her liberty. She'd be mad to pass up all that and marry a louse. She'd make him sweat it out, earn the money to keep her and the child. She doesn't have- to do a thing!"
"You'd go through all that, Carol?" I asked. "You'd throw a man to the legal eagles?"
She was melting in my arms. "I wouldn't dream of doing it to you, Mike. I'd never have to think about it. You're not that type!"
I pinched her cheek affectionately, "What time is it, Mike?"
I told her. She swung her legs around off the bed, abruptly all agitation. "I'm late. I promised to meet Mother. I must rush, Mike. I'll see you tomorrow to fix everything."
I watched her dress moodily. Tomorrow! Another marriage certificate!
"Shall I call you at the office?" She tucked her breasts into her bra.
"No!" I took a deep breath. "I don't know where I'll he," I said lamely. "I'll meet you somewhere."
"Meet me here," she suggested. "Say… seven o'clock? Then we can kiss and cuddle before we go to dinner and clinch our plans?"
"Fine," I said hollowly.
"Poor darling," she sympathized. "You're so tired. Don't walk me to the subway." She held my cheeks and kissed me on the forehead, starry-eyed and terribly happy. "You'll see, Mike. We'll be very happy!" She gave my limp pecker an affectionate farewell squeeze and hurried to the door.
"We'll get married later this month, Mike," she mentioned over her shoulder. "We don't want it to seem like a shotgun wedding, do we?"
Chapter 10
I lay back, stacked pillows under my head and glowered up at the ceiling. I thought first of Janet's pussy with its long, black hairs, then Lillian's vagina which could tighten up around my prick like a strait jacket, and then of Ruth's pussy, boiling and bubbling explosively around my simmering cock until it spurted magnificently. Then I thought of Carol, sucking like a maniac to dredge up the vitamins to feed the embryo growing in her belly. My prick could handle the screwing side of it all, with gusto.
But all these four pussies had more than prick on their minds. They had plans. Plans for me! And having learned about those plans I was shivering in my shoes. My mind scurried around like a rat in a maze, trying to find an escape route. But there was no escape! I knew it now. I must resign myself to the consequences of my innocent actions. There was no way of avoiding trouble. The axe was about to fall. And fall hard! I stared down at my big, fat traitorous prick. It curled on my belly, flabbily disinterested in my problems. Yet my future was intrinsically involved with my cock. It played a dominant role in everything I did. It was headstrong, obstinate and often blind to all reason. I wondered how the big bastard would react if I never again let it smell, or feel pussy.