Belle laid down next to her, parking her face beside Zofi's, until the brunette crawled directly atop the pint-sized pixie and started a brand new makeout session. Their arms went around each other, clutching and squeezing while I kept pounding away at Zofi's clenching cunt from behind. She came at least twice that way, her arousal amplified by

Belle's abrupt arrival. And her second climax came when Belle reached around and started spanking Zofi's ass in a way I could never bring myself to do while I stopped to rest.

Eventually though, Zofi found her voice again and picked her head up.

“Cum in me, Matty. Fill me with your fertile sperm! Cream me with your manly seed and claim me forever as your own! Fill me, Matty! Fill me with the only sperm that will EVER be inside me! Do you hear me? Fill me and claim me! FLOOD MY WOMB WITH YOUR LIQUID LOVE AND GIVE ME A

FUCKING BAAAAABBBBBBBYYYYY!!!! I'M CUMMMMIIIIIINNNNGGG! FILLLLL MEEEEE

MAAAAATTTTYYYYY! ! 1!"

“I'M FILLING YOU!!!!" I howled, slamming myself into her and opening the floodgates. Her ass had been reddened from both Belle's spanking and my hammering pelvic impacts, and I pinched down hard with my fingers, pinning Zofi's body as close to mine as it would possibly go while I evacuated every drop of spunk I'd stored overnight into her orgasmically-sucking snatch.

“FILLLLL MEEEEE!!!" she screamed again, with Belle sucking on her neck all the while. "IMPREGNATE MEEEEE!!! FILLLLL MEEEEE!!!"

I filled her.

And then I collapsed.

And all went silent.

Well, all remained silent until Belle, pinned below both of us, started tapping my shoulder as she wheezed, “Can't... breathe..."

"Oh, shit," I muttered, rolling off of Zofi's sweaty back. Zofi herself shifted with me so that we wound up spooned together, although I'd pulled my softening prick out of her flooded channel.

Belle chuckled between gasps for air.

“Holy crap that was a trip. I mean, Mari told me you had a fantasy about getting knocked up, but it was even crazier to hear up-close and personal. Please tell me you're on birth control, though."

"Yes," a new voice cut in from the doorway. All three of us whipped our heads around to stare at Mother standing two feet inside my bedroom with Sam just behind her, holding Mother back by hand to keep her from entering even further.

“PLEASE tell me you're on birth control."

Zofi blushed and stammered, still a little in shock, "Uh, yes, birth control, yes."

“It's just a fantasy, we promise," I added hurriedly.

Mother rolled her eyes and huffed. She glared at me for a full minute with a ‘Don't you EVER fucking give me a heart attack like this ever again’ expression on her face. But finally she sighed, turned, and walked away.

Sam and Zofi were on the couch talking when Belle, Mari, and I returned after lunch with Mari‘s parents. Sam was instantly on the edge of her seat, asking, "You guys are early. How'd it go?"

“No sweat," Belle replied with mixed relief and annoyance. "Matty's totally in the clear about this. Mari, on the other hand, didn't quite come out so unscathed.”

“What does that mean?" Zofi frowned, confused.

"I don't think I Like Mari‘s mom," I muttered, my right arm wrapped around Mari's waist, holding her close as we walked in together. Her eyes were still red from recent crying.

Zofi and Sam exchanged a look, and now both of them sat forward on the edge of their seats. Belle folded her arms and dropped heavily onto the armchair. I led Mari over to the loveseat.