Death by Fucking    © 2003 by Andrew Wiggin


Chapter 16          Sharing the Wealth

THE YEAR THREE

Andrew’s Story
     I’ve got so many balls in the air I wonder when they
are all going to fall on my head.  My business is going
great guns.  It’s unbelievable what some simple little
programming can bring in when applied in the right places.
     IAM has finally gotten off of the ground.  I’ve built
several websites for various people to access: different
strokes for different folks.  We are getting regular hits
from twins all over the country, as well as more than a few
male geniuses who are interested in getting their rocks off.
Hey, you’ve got to start somewhere.
     We’ve done several mailings to the twins’ database.
That was a chore – loading forty thousand names, addresses,
and family histories from the records Doris was maintaining.
And Doris is no prize in the handwriting department.  Maybe
when she was young, say seventy, one could read her writing.
But now her writing looks like the marks made by a lie
detector.  Try figuring that out.
     So I created a SQL Server 2000 database added on a
visual basic front end and away we went!  I created some
nice websites that interfaced with the same SQL database we
were using locally and we were ready for business.
     Do you know what it costs to mail things to forty
thousand people?  You do the math.  We aren’t a charitable
organization, you know.  The IRS might not look kindly at
some of my websites if we claimed to be a non-profit.
     We’ve got to pay for all of this.  I let Donnie and
Deirdre take care of the money end of things.  They arrange
for whatever dirty tricks they can come up with to minimize
our costs and maximize our profits.  What the hell do I
know?  I’m a lowly computer geek.  I do my job and that’s
it.  Let the big brains do the heavy lifting, business-wise.
     My computer room is state of the art, or at least as
close as we can afford it to be, out here in the boondocks
of east Georgia.  We’ve got redundancy built within
redundancy.  We backup like there is no tomorrow.  Actually
it isn’t mission critical that we stay on-line all of the
time.  If our T3 line goes down for a while we can live with
that.
     We had our second batch of kids last year.  This really
was a ‘biological clock’ kind of decision.  Donnie and
Deirdre were thirty-seven at the time and we just didn’t
want to push our luck by waiting any longer.
     Besides which, it may be a bit crass of me, but I
really did want to see if we could get pregnant a second
time as a kind of experiment.  None of the twins of any
family had ever gotten pregnant twice, to the best of our
knowledge. And our knowledge is the knowledge of the entire
institute, such as it is.
     It’s kind of a key to the next generation’s future that
our match-ups are able to procreate without the restraint of
a single birthing per female after long attempts at
pregnancy.
     I don’t want to brag, but I am one potent guy.  We’ve
only tried to get pregnant four times (two times per girl,
after all) and I’m batting four for four.  No blanks being
shot here.
     The big news, the really big news, is that our second
batch wasn’t twins and it wasn’t girls either.  I knew by
the seventh month.  The twerps knew too, I might add.  I
made them promise on pain of death to keep their pretty
little mouths shut.
     Emma keeping her mouth shut is a physical
impossibility.  I detailed Elle with the task of watching
over Emma.  Her job (and she was glad to accept it) was to
make sure that Emma didn’t spill the beans to Donnie or Dee
Dee.
     I threatened physical violence, though they never take
me seriously about those threats for some reason.  But Elle
was more than happy to tackle Emma, and then sit on her
until she agreed to keep quiet.  That’s what it took on more
than one occasion.
     So when we made our trek down to the hospital in
Savannah this time, the girls were expecting the same old
thing:  four adorable little girl babies.  Instead they got
two little boys.  I didn’t tell them because I wanted it to
be a surprise.
     Was it ever!  I thought they would never stop crying!
Not the babies, they didn’t cry at all.  Donnie and Deirdre
were beside themselves.  They wanted to hold those little
boys and never let them go.
     And we didn’t have any boy names chosen.  I thought I
might have given it away when I insisted that our next batch
of girls would include Edith and Ethel, two names that I
totally despise.
     I actually scored some points with Deirdre early on.
She wanted a girl named ‘Eve’ but I told her we couldn’t
have an ‘Eve’ since she was already Eve to my Adam.  I can
be romantic sometimes, given the proper incentive.
     So that’s how Eric and Ethan came to be.  I wanted
‘Elvis’ but Deirdre decided to be stubborn.  Same story,
different sex.  The eBoys have the self-same capabilities as
the eGirls.  Trouble waiting to happen is six kids who can
communicate with each other without words.
     The twerps love the babies.  Em can make the boys laugh
just by looking at them.  My theory is she is telling them
things a one year will find obscenely funny; toilet humor
probably.  She’s good at that.  She can come up with a
hundred different uses for the word ‘fart’.   I mean, the
boys aren’t one yet.  If Deirdre thinks I was a bad
influence she hasn’t seen nothing yet.  Em will take the
cake.
     I am not looking forward to them trying to keep a
straight face during a solemn event when there are other
people present.  Em just won’t let it happen.
     But now they are only eleven months, just toddling a
little bit, learning to walk, laughing all of the time.
It’s the best time for babies as far as I’m concerned.

Donnie’s Story
     It’s a well known fact that the early years of
childhood are the best for learning language.  Until the
fifth year or so the brain is very receptive to languages of
all kinds.  Dee Dee and I decided to take advantage of that
fact.
     Well, we have a little money (Andrew is doing quite
well in his business ventures), we have the time and the
little ones are very intelligent.  We decided to see how far
we could push the envelope.
     A language teacher comes each day to the house and
teaches our girls a language.  To rephrase that, each day of
the week, a different teacher arrives to teach the girls a
different language.  Monday is French, Tuesday is Japanese,
Wednesday is German, Thursday is Chinese, and Friday is
Swahili.  We want to see if language does come easily
especially to our precocious little girls.  Andrew insisted
on French.  He wanted someone to help him with the menu when
we go out to eat.
     I feel confident when I say that Emma is the only three-
year old in the world who can say ‘fuck you’ in six
different languages. How she got that information out of
these very conservative teachers is beyond me.  Andrew isn’t
a bit surprised.
     Andrew agrees that languages come easily in the early
years.  I don’t think he quite gets the point.  Human
languages are what are supposed to come easily.  He is
teaching the girls computer languages.  Each day it is
Pascal, then Visual Basic, then C, then HTML, then Java and
who knows what else.  Andrew claims that they are better
than most programmers he knows already.
     I worry about overworking them, but Andrew has a strict
rule that the girls abide by.  When they begin to get bored,
they quit.  Not one second of boredom is allowed.  They go
and play, or whatever they want to do.
     Andrew had a crew come in and put a HarTru tennis court
out back.  Then he had a swimming pool put in.  As often as
they want, the little ones get tennis lessons or swimming
lessons, or just play on the court or splash in the pool.
Or play on the monkey bars and swing set.  Or play on the
computer.  Andrew has all adult access blocked, but is
pessimistic about the efficacy of the blocking in the face
of Em’s counter programming.  He just hopes she isn’t
interested.  It’s the blocking that challenges her.  Once
she is past it, she will move on to something else to get in
trouble about.
     Andrew gives them the lessons himself.  He spends every
waking moment either programming or being with the girls.
Well, I will admit, he does spend a significant amount of
time making love to Dee Dee and me.  Add in eating and
Andrew’s day is pretty well taken care of.  He doesn’t seem
to mind.  His needs are quite simple.
     Last year we got a letter from our cousin Danielle.
She said that she had received our wedding announcement
(well let’s be honest, Deirdre’s and Andrew’s announcement).
Later (but not much later) she had received our birth
announcements.
     It didn’t take much for her to put two and two
together.  She realized that we had to get married.  And the
fact that both of us gave birth at the same time made her
realize that we shared the same man, and that he was
obviously potent.
     We’ve known Danny and her sister Dory since we were
small children.  They are only a couple of years younger
than us.  Both have been married for years.  Dory has twins,
but Danny is childless.  I suppose I wasn’t surprised by
what she wanted.
     Danny wanted a shot at Andrew.  How else does one put
it?  She wants her babies.  They may never come, even though
she tries and tries with Artie.
     Yes we know about modern methods to help induce
pregnancy, but they just don’t appear to work for Danny (or
any of the other twins from what we’ve been able to gather).
Danny may remain childless without the right kind of help:
Andrew’s kind of help.
     I showed Dee Dee the letter.  Our cousin was asking us
to let our husband make love to another woman, namely her.
She knew nothing of Andrew other than his name, and yet she
wanted him as a bed partner.  His only qualifications from
her point of view:  he can make the twins pregnant.
     We should have seen this coming.  I remember that
Andrew had jokingly referred to this very fact when we first
told him about all of the twins.  The boy is so smart he
even foresaw that probability with only a cursory knowledge
of the facts.
     Deirdre and I are not saints.  The concept of sharing
our husband’s sexual favors with other women is not a
pleasant one to us.  But we are the Institute for the
Advancement of Mankind, after all.  It is our goal to create
the next generation.  Right now, Andrew is the only man we
are aware of who may be able to do just that.
     I feel like Shylock: my daughter or my ducats.  How
will our dear Andrew react to such a mission, eagerly or
reluctantly?  My theory, to paraphrase Andrew, is that he
will refuse.  But if Dee Dee and I are adamant, he can
refuse us nothing.  He loves us.  It is time, I think, to
trust in that love.
     
Andrew’s Story
     Well this takes the cake.  We were having lunch on the
patio.  I was downing a PB and J, while the girls were
eating something green.  The munchkins were playing on the
tennis court, trying to hit the ball over the net,
occasionally succeeding.
     Doris is away on one of her little excursions.  There
is this little old lady from town who Doris has known for
like fifty years or something.  She is a widow and Doris
considers her a friend.  We just didn’t feel right sending
Doris on these trips all by herself.  So when we found out
about Janice Edwards, we offered to pay her way if she would
agree to accompany Doris.  So these two old chicks fly
around the country, having a ball.  They are in Arizona this
time.
     
     Just as I was taking a sip of my chocolate milk, Donnie
springs the question.
     
     “Andrew, would you consider fathering a child for one
of our cousins?”
     
     Did you ever get chocolate milk up your nose?  It isn’t
a pleasant experience, let me assure you.
     
     When I had recovered from the result of her question I
tried to respond.  “Donnie, please don’t say things like
that when I’m drinking.  Now what the hell are you talking
about?”
     
     So she gave me this involved explanation about her
cousin Danny, something like that.  Then she repeated the
question.  “Will you do it, Andrew?”
     
     Why do these girls keep throwing staggeringly difficult
information in my direction?  I’m this simple guy with
simple needs.  My simple needs are amply satisfied by my
gloriously beautiful and sexy wives.  I told them so.
     
     “I have never looked at another woman since I met Dee
Dee.  You don’t count, Donnie.  Of course I’ve looked at
you.  I have no interest in another woman.  How can I have
more sex?  I’m maxed out on sex as it is.  There isn’t time
in my schedule for more sex.”
     
     Deirdre joined the discussion. “This isn’t sex for
sex’s sake, Andrew.  This is sex for impregnation.  Well we
are proud of you.  We would expect you to give a good
accounting of yourself.  But Danny needs her babies.  You
know it isn’t easy for us to think of sharing you with
others.  But what is the alternative?  Until we find another
man like you, who else can we turn to?”
     
     Donnie actually looked like she might laugh.  “’Give a
good accounting of yourself?’  Dee Dee wants to make sure
that by the time Danny is pregnant, she is also jealous of
us.  Andrew, when she takes her first look at you she will
be jealous of us.”
     
     I was like “But…  But…”  What do you say to a thing
like that?  “But I don’t want to have sex with another
woman.  I’ve got the world’s greatest sex life.  The only
possible direction it can go is down.”
     
     Donnie said “But Andrew, I thought you liked going
down!”
     
     “Donnie you’re actually enjoying this.  You love to
make me squirm.  How would this work?  Where would it work?
I’m not going anywhere for the purposes of having sex with
some woman.  I mean it.  If it isn’t here, if you two aren’t
here, then there is absolutely no deal.”
     
     Damn it, they had made me agree against my agreement.
When I said ‘forsaking all others’ I meant it.  I wasn’t the
least bit interested in this thing.  Not even in the deepest
most secret parts of my mind did I contemplate other women.
I get laid twice a day every day of my life, pretty much,
allowing for periods and the occasional headache (on my
part).  Who could ask for more than that?
     
     Deirdre said “We’ll bring her here, of course,
sweetheart.  We wouldn’t make you leave us.  We’ll have to
do it while Danny is at her most fertile.  If we’re lucky,
it will be while Donnie and I are on our period.  Had you
thought of that?  You wouldn’t have to give up sex during
our period, if it works out.”
     
     To be perfectly frank, I sometimes liked their period
time.  It relieved a little of the pressure, if you know
what I mean.  That’s one bit of information my beautiful
wives will never know.
     I am almost always an eager participant in our sex
life.  Actually especially on weekends I often go for three
or four times a day.  I love half times at football games.
I don’t have to watch the forced camaraderie between the
talking heads.  I leave the room, get laid, and am back just
in time for the second half kick-off.  My life is good.
     So now the girls are proposing more sex, this time with
a total stranger.  Well at least she is a cousin.  I wonder
if she looks like Joanne Woodward.  What if I have the same
chemical attraction to her as I do to my wives?  That would
be awful.
     This might be a disaster waiting to happen.  I’ve got
to wiggle out of this if I can.

Dee Dee’s Story
     Andrew isn’t eager to be with Danny.  I think there is
even more to it than his commitment to us.  Andrew lives by
his commitments.  I’ve never seen him break a promise.  But
I think this whole idea about Danny scares him.
     We arranged for Danny to come to meet us.  When she
arrived, we sat her down in the living room, Donnie and me.
Andrew was in the computer room working.  Danny didn’t bring
her husband.  We asked her why.
     
     “Artie knows about this, of course.  I tell him
everything.  He even wants it to happen.  We both want
children so badly.  But the theory is much different than
the reality.  He wants to pretend it isn’t happening, and
I’m going to help him to pretend. We love each other.  I
don’t wish to cuckold him.  But we need our babies.”
     
     By this time the poor thing was crying.  Of course she
was.  She was willing to give up her most precious gift,
even to the extent of creating this difficulty in her
marriage, in order to get pregnant.  I hope Andrew is up to
the task.
     
     I told her “Danny, Andrew is also very reluctant to do
this, as are we all.  But we are committed to the goals of
the institute.  And we know what you are going through.
Until a few years ago, neither of us thought we would ever
give birth.  We were so fortunate to find Andrew.”
     
     Through her tears she asked, “Do you really think he
might be able to impregnate me?”
     
     Donnie only shook her head.  “We don’t know.
Theoretically Andrew is capable of anything.  He got us both
pregnant the first time he was with us.  But who knows the
reality?  Maybe he only works for us.  But we are willing to
have him try.  Please be patient with him, because this will
be very difficult for him.”
     
     She looked surprised.  “He doesn’t want me?”
     
     I said, “Danny, Andrew loves us.  He will do anything
we ask, but asking him to be unfaithful is almost too much
for him.  It has nothing to do with you.  It has everything
to do with our relationship.”
     
     Danny said, “I don’t want to hurt you.  If you want,
I’ll leave.”
     
     Donnie laughed.  “Actually we’re looking forward to it.
It’s always best to keep Andrew off balance.  He can get set
in his ways.  He has these habits he falls into.  I like it
when he is uncomfortable.  Don’t worry.  Why don’t we have
some wine?  It’s time you started getting into the mood.
I’ll get Andrew.”
     
     I brought in the champagne we had chilled for the
occasion.  Andrew is a sucker for Mum’s Cordon Rouge.  He is
always horny after a few glasses.  Well actually Andrew is
always horny.
     Andrew reluctantly left his work and joined us in the
living room.  I was surreptitiously watching Danny as he
walked into the room.  Her eyes widened as she saw this
handsome young man, obviously seven or eight years younger
than herself.  He is tall and lean.  He has deep dark eyes
that see right through a person.  I’ve never seen a woman
look at him just once.  He’s beautiful.
     Donnie introduced the happy couple.  I could see Andrew
slowly reach out to take Danny’s hand, as if it might be
poison to him.  But she took his gladly.  I could see his
eyes light up.  It was a look of relief.
     I knew it!  He was afraid of his own reaction.  Our
sweet boy is so transparent to us.  He was afraid of his
reaction when he touched Danny, and he had no reaction.  He
was relieved.  I was relieved too.  He’s ours alone.  In his
heart he belongs to us.  Anything else is just housekeeping.
     
Andrew’s Story
     So I’ve got myself into this damn thing.  And there’s
only one way out of it.  The girls were kind enough to
grease the wheels a little bit by shoving some champagne
down my throat.  That’s a sure-fire way to relax me.  But
now I’ve got to perform like some hired gigolo.  And I don’t
even want to, much.
     This woman, Danny, isn’t bad looking.  I can see the
family resemblance with my sweethearts, and that will make
it easier.  Whew, I was glad when I shook her hand.  Nothing
happened.  No sparks flew between our fingertips.  No lights
went off in her eyes.  She was just another chick: pretty,
but not much of Joanne Woodward in her.
     This was very awkward.  We were sitting there drinking
champagne, my wives, myself, and this woman that in a few
minutes I was going to screw.  I started to understand how a
prostitute feels in a bordello.
     My wives’ reaction was interesting.  Dee Dee was merely
concerned, hoping that everything would come out all right,
wanting the experience to be pleasant for Danny and me.
Donnie, on the other hand, seemed actually eager.  I think
the whole concept was turning her on.  I wonder if she’s
looking for sloppy seconds.
     We have a guest bedroom that we use whenever I convince
my mother to visit.  It gets used maybe once a year.  The
girls’ parents live about half an hour away and have never
needed to stay overnight.
     This is going to become the official ‘get Andrew laid’
bedroom.  After the wine was gone, we talked a few minutes
more, just getting acquainted.  Finally I could see no point
in further delays.  Besides which, against my better
judgment I was getting horny.
     Now, just because I was uncomfortable with the
situation, and just because I sincerely wanted only my wives
for bed partners doesn’t mean that my body can’t react to
the inevitable.  It knew it was going to get laid.  Before
long, it was eager to get laid.  I guess the repetitive
nature of my sex life had trained my dick to respond to the
obvious.
     The previous night, the girls had told me they didn’t
want me to give this woman Danny a ‘wham-bam thank you
ma’am’ fuck.  They wanted me to take care of her properly.
Well okay, I always try to comply with my wives’ requests.
I am probably the most pussy whipped man on the planet.
     
Danny’s Story
     I was so embarrassed. I just knew that when I got the
birth announcements from Donnie and Deirdre that they were
with the same man.  Deirdre had a different last name:
Adkins.  Donnie still was Martin.  What else could have
happened?
     Artie and I just aren’t able to conceive.  We’ve tried
everything.  We even tried sperm donors. It wasn’t him it
was me.  I’m like all the other twins.  I just have so much
trouble getting pregnant.  Our doctor found nothing wrong
with either of us.  He suggested relaxing.
     Relaxing is the last thing I’m able to do.  I wrote to
my cousins and frankly asked them to lend me their husband.
It must be him.  He must have something special to be able
to impregnate two twins at the same time.  I’ve never heard
of that happening before.
     So here I was, sitting in their living room.  They live
on a plantation!  It is old and beautiful.  They told me it
has taken them three years to make it livable.
     They are going to let their husband Andrew try to make
me pregnant.  Artie has taken it so well.  I promised him,
swore to him that it was me, not him.  He knows about the
institute.  He knows about the twins.  We live next door to
my sister, Dory.  We just have to be together.  He knows how
long she took to get pregnant.  But it’s starting to look
like I’ll never be.
     So here I am, about to meet the man who may father my
children.  I’ve just got to take the chance, no matter how
humiliating it is for me and for Artie.
     Donnie went to get Andrew.  I was nervous.  I was
scared.  I’m about to go to bed with a man I’ve never met.
I feel like some sort of harlot.
     And then he walked into the room.  My God he is
handsome.  He’s tall and dark and slender and gorgeous!
Artie better never meet him.  I was afraid that I wouldn’t
even be able to respond, you know, sexually when I met this
man.  But I was wrong.  He’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever
seen.  He’s so young!  Lord, how old is he?  How did Donnie
and Deirdre land this hunk?
     He seemed nervous when they introduced us, but then he
smiled.  I thought my knees were going to give out.  His
eyes are so deep and beautiful.  His touch is so warm and
strong. I felt myself getting wet down there and he has only
touched my hand.
     If it doesn’t work the first time, I want to keep
trying until it does work.  That’s what I’ll tell Artie.  I
must be losing my mind.
     Andrew gave both of his wives a kiss, then he took my
arm and led me into the bedroom.  Closing the door, he tried
to defuse any anxiety he thought I was feeling.
     
     He said, “Danny, let’s just relax and have fun.  I know
this is hard for you.  But Dee Dee and Donnie don’t want you
to feel embarrassed.  And they don’t want us to just roll on
and roll off.  They feel that if you do get pregnant, it
should be memorable for you.  I don’t know if I can make it
memorable, but at least we should try to make it enjoyable.”
     
     He seemed so sincere.  I just wanted him to rip my
clothes off and take me.  Something happened when he walked
into the room, and now I feel like a shameless hussy.  He
pulled me to him and kissed me.  His lips are soft; his
tongue just barely pushed its way into my mouth, barely
touching my tongue, sparring with it a little bit.  Wow! He
is hot!  I felt that kiss down to my toes.
     My heart was already pounding, my breath becoming
ragged.  I could feel myself starting to flush red.
     His hands held my cheeks as he kissed me.  They slowly
dropped down to my blouse and began unbuttoning.  I thought
I would swoon!
     He removed my blouse so easily, and then his hands were
behind my back as he deftly unsnapped my bra.  I had known
this man ten minutes and he already had me topless and
panting.  His hands were magical on my breasts.  He caressed
them, cupped them, kneaded them.  And then he began to work
on my nipples.
     They were already extended, agonizingly erect.  He
gently touched them.  I moaned from the passion.  He took
each nipple in his fingers, squeezing and tweaking them.  I
leaned into his hands, but his lips never left mine.
     I finally was able to pull back from him.  I wanted to
see him naked.  I slipped off my skirt and there I was
before him in just my bikini panties.  He reached down and
clutched his pull-over shirt, taking it off in a single
stroke.  His chest was smooth and nearly hairless, but oh so
manly.  His arms are sleek and muscular.
     He stepped up to me again, put his arms around me and
grabbed two handfuls of my bottom, pulling him to me.
     I kissed him again, willing him to hurry.  Suddenly he
lifted me effortlessly and he was carrying me to the bed.  I
felt light as a feather.  He laid me on the bed, then
dropped his pants and boxers in one motion.
     Oh my God!  He has a monster!  It’s easy to see how he
can keep two women satisfied.  His tool is huge.  I wonder
if he can use it.  It was already erect, wide and very, very
long.  I was gushing down there.
     He climbed into bed with me and took me in his arms.
He enveloped me.  I felt so tiny and helpless.  One hand
attacked my breasts, the other went for my panties.  They
seemed to disappear and I was nude in front of him.
     I didn’t care about foreplay, I just wanted him inside
me.  My conscience had gone on vacation.
     Andrew kissed me deeply, and then his lips kissed a
path down my cheek.  They latched onto my neck.  God I love
that.  He was nibbling and sucking on my neck.  My head was
moving back and forth, my eyes closed, my breathing fast and
shallow.  God I wanted this man to fuck me!
     Suddenly he was suckling on my breasts.  I had a small
orgasm and he hadn’t even touched my pussy!  I was in
heaven.  He could suckle forever as far as I was concerned.
     His mouth left my breasts and headed toward my middle.
I couldn’t believe it.  Artie just doesn’t go there.  And
here was Andrew, just there to impregnate me.  I nearly
fainted.  His lips were there!  I felt his tongue slip
inside me.  I think I screamed.
     My hips were frantically humping on his beautiful face.
His lips were kissing mine (my pussy lips!) and nibbling
them, licking them.  Well, damn!  He sucked on my clit and
suddenly I was cumming.  I had a major orgasm, my thighs
clamped around his head, my hands in his hair pulling him
tighter to me.
     I felt myself begin to relax, but Andrew wasn’t
through.  He continued to work over my soaking wet pussy and
suddenly I was ready to cum again!  But I wanted him inside
me.  I had no choice.  I had to beg.
     
     “Please, Andrew.  No more.  I want you inside me.
Please.  Fuck me now.  I can’t wait any longer.  I need you
to fuck me.  PLEASE ANDREW.  FUCK ME!”
     
     Was I too loud?  Could his wives hear me?  I didn’t
care.  I needed him now.  He slid up my body and I tasted
myself on his lips.  It was the sexiest taste I’ve ever
experienced.
     God, I felt that huge member sliding along my pussy
lips.  How could it possibly fit?  I wanted him to try to
fit it right NOW! He just kept sliding it back and forth,
never quite entering my tunnel.  I couldn’t take it anymore.
     
     “Don’t tease me, Andrew.  Please stick it in.”
     
     Andrew smiled.  He seemed to be perfectly relaxed while
I was a complete wreck.  “Don’t worry honey.  You’ll get it
for as long as you want it.”  I was so happy.
     
     And then it slid in.  I screamed again.  He was huge!
Only an inch or two made it in the first time.  He wiggled
it around a bit and pulled back out, till just the tip was
inside me.  I groaned in frustration.
     Then he slid in again, deeper, much deeper.  I couldn’t
be wetter.  He pulled out and attacked again.  I felt him
lift behind my legs, and suddenly my knees were practically
touching my breasts.  And then he slid in so deep!  He was
much deeper than any man before.
     He began to move, in and out, fucking me deeply with
slow easy strokes.  But with every stroke he seemed to
increase his speed, increase his power.  I came again.  He
didn’t slow down.
     He was bringing me to a peak I never knew existed.  I
felt his member grow in me, even bigger than before.
Somehow it hit my clit on almost every stroke.  I was crazed
with ecstasy.
     I felt him start to spurt.  It felt like it was
entering my womb directly.  It was too much!  My body
clenched in passion, my oxygen supply was gone.  I couldn’t’
breath, I couldn’t think.  I screamed again but no sound
came out.  And then everything went black.
     
     How long was I out?  I have no idea.  When my eyes
opened, Deirdre and Donnie were in the bedroom and Andrew
was gone.  I was naked in front of my second cousins!  I
should have been embarrassed again, but I could barely move.
I felt like I could sleep for a week.
     
     I found the strength to ask, “Where’s Andrew?  What
happened?”
     
     One of them – I don’t know which - smiled.
     
     She said “Death by fucking.”