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I asked. I was pouty now, sulky. My bottom jerked as Cybil touched my sore spots. Not yet, Cybil sighed. But I will soon. I want to feel it, you know. I want to feel my belly swell with some man's seed. The perfect father, of course. He has to be Mr. Right, not just some boytoy. But when I find him I'll let him rut in me until I'm quite well pregnant, I assure you. We will do it every night. And when I'm pregnant too, to make sure I stay that way. I've never given birth, I said moodily.

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I knew I was. I was trembling with my excitement. There was an ache in my belly now, not butterflies. My dress hiked up, my cheeks huddled, cleft and softly naked, Alex unzipped his trousers and pulled himself out. I emitted a little scream. It was of fear, but of admiration too. He was massive! His thing pronged out at me, manly, eager, throbbing with lifeblood and dripping already at the tip. Put yourself away, sir! Kali scolded. She'd let him take it out, though, perhaps to size him up, to see what we were in for. I did not like at all what I was in for. She'd told me I'd have to lose my cherry on this trip, my butthole cherry. Not with him, I whispered to Kali. My eyes were pleading. She smiled.