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Big Lincoln, Little Lincoln
by George Glass
Summary: In an alternate universe that is relentlessly sex-positive, Lincoln and Ronnie Anne’s families arrange a very special liaison between the two of them.
Dedication: For Theian, winner of my 500-Watcher Raffle on Inkbunny.
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Wednesday, March 4, 3:15 p.m.
The Loud residence
1216 Franklin Avenue
Royal Woods, Michigan, USA
Earth 17.2
Lincoln Loud reached the front door of his house at the usual time. It was “new comic Wednesday,” and the white-haired eleven-year-old was looking forward to reading the latest issue of Cowboy Trails. In the previous issue, Pecos Phil and Catastrophe Elaine had just escaped from the Sheriff of Hangman’s Gulch and found a cave to hide in, where they were finally going to have their first fuck.
“At least I hope they are,” Lincoln said to himself. “They’ve been blue-balling me for three issues now.”
He opened the front door to a side view of Lori, her top off and her khaki shorts around her knees, with her hands braced on the back of the living room sofa as a boy fucked her from behind. Lori had her eyes closed and was panting and moaning, so she didn’t see or hear Lincoln come in.
It didn’t surprise Lincoln to find Lori having sex in the living room; Leni, who had the reputation of having the tightest pussy in the eleventh grade, often called dibs on the bedroom as soon as she arrived home with some horny boy or other in tow. What did surprise Lincoln was who the boy fucking Lori was.
“Bobby?” Lincoln exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”
“Right now,” Bobby grunted, “I’m doing…your sister…”
Lincoln’s little sister Lana appeared on the stairs and said, “You guys were supposed to finish before Lincoln got home! You’re gonna ruin the surprise!”
Lincoln turned to her. “What surprise?”
“Aw, great,” Lana pouted, “now I’m ruining it.”
Lola, too, appeared on the stairs, slowly descending them as she talked on the phone.
“Winston, sweetie, you know I love that uncut dick of yours, but I’m completely booked up for Saturday. I’m doing the entire peewee football team—yes, I know, it’s a long story. What does your Tuesday afternoon look like?”
“Lincoln,” Lucy said, her upside-down head suddenly appearing from the fireplace flue.
“Yaaah!” the startled Lincoln cried, flailing his arms.
He quickly composed himself and said, “What’s going on today? Why is Bobby here? And what’s this surprise Lana’s talking about?”
“I don’t know,” Lucy replied. “I’ve been in the chimney since I got home from school, lamenting my lack of a sex partner without body heat. Rocky doesn’t seem to like bathing in ice water before we fuck.”
Four-year-old prodigy Lisa, who was leafing through a physics journal on the sofa and completely ignoring the humping couple directly behind her, replied, “At least you have consistent accessh to male genitalia. With my busy schedule of scientific dishcovery, I find it difficult to engage in coitus on any regular basis, at least with any male with whom copulation is likely to be satisfactory.”
Lana replied, “You gotta quit bein’ so picky, Leese! Whenever I need to get laid in a hurry, Charles is always up for it.” The dog appeared next to Lana and looked up at her with interest.
“You could pretend he’s a werewolf,” Lucy added. Lisa just rolled her eyes.
Luan popped out the kitchen door and said, “You’re supposed to give the dog a bone, not the other way around! Hahahahaha!”
“Ugh,” Lynn Junior said, also emerging from the kitchen. “You don’t have to do it with a dog. Just find some hot, hard jock like I always do.”
“I would,” Lana griped, “but Lola took them all.”
Lynn turned her head toward the kitchen and shouted, “Mom, can we do the thing already?”
“Ngggh!” Bobby grunted, squeezing his eyes shut and Lori’s ass firmly as he came inside her.
“AH!” Lori cried, cumming along with him.
After a few moments of panting, Bobby pulled out of Lori’s pussy and grabbed a couple of paper towels from a roll on the side table to wipe himself and Lori off.
“That was great, babe,” he said. “No matter how many girls I bang in Great Lakes City, none of them are as good a fuck as you.”
“You always do me so nice, Boo-Boo Bear,” she replied dreamily. “Even getting gangbanged by all the guys on the golf team last Friday doesn’t hold a candle to the way you make me feel when you fuck me.”
“Blech,” Lana said, pretending to stick a finger down her throat. “Can’t you guys just swap fluids without getting all mushy?” Lori gave Lana a sharp look, and the overalled girl went silent.
Lincoln, having considerable experience in holding a steady course despite the storm of sister-related chaos around him, said, “Okay, so is somebody going to tell me what this big surprise is?”
“I guess I will,” Ronnie Anne said, emerging from the kitchen with what looked like the entire Casagrande clan behind her.
“Ronnie Anne!” Lincoln said, dropping his comic. “And…everybody. What’s going on?”
“Well,” Ronnie Anne’s mom, Maria, said in a rising tone of excitement, “Ronnie Anne’s pediatrician says my little girl is ready for her first pregnancy.”
“Yup!” Ronnie Anne added. Looking at Lincoln with a glint in her eye, she went on, “I wanna get knocked up, and I’ve decided I want ‘Big Lincoln’ to be the daddy.”
Lincoln was flabbergasted. If the plan had been to surprise him, it had definitely worked.
“Wow,” Lincoln said a bit nervously.
He’d had sex with Ronnie Anne a few times before she moved with her mom and Bobby to Great Lakes City, and he’d done it with plenty of other girls since then. But he’d never tried to get a girl pregnant before, and he’d certainly never tried it with two dozen family members watching.
“But…” Lincoln said feebly, “I don’t even know if I can, you know, do that yet.”
“Oh, you’re definitely shooting live ammo,” Lynn said. “After Stella came over and fucked you unconscious in your room last week, I grabbed a sperm sample for Lisa.”
Lisa added, “Assessing your fertility shimply required a moment of observation under a microscope. When I determined that your ejaculate was rife with motile spermatozoa, I informed our parental units immediately.”
“Mrs. Santiago told us months ago that Ronnie Anne wanted you to be her first baby-daddy,” Lynn Senior added as he leaned out the kitchen doorway with a mixing bowl and spatula in hand. “So when Lisa gave us the news that you were ready, we let the Casagrandes know.”
“And we all decided to set up this special surprise visit,” Rita added. “We didn’t want your first impregnation to be with some random girl on a park swing set.”
“Ay, no!” Ronnie Anne’s grandmother, Rosa, agreed. Her fists shaking with excitement, she added, “We all want to watch our Ronnicita get pregnant.”
“Just one more way for us cousins to bond!” Ronnie Anne’s cousin Carlota said, rubbing her own belly with one hand and a frowning Ronnie Anne’s head with the other. Carlota’s abdomen protruded noticeably, and Lincoln guessed she was about five months along.
Carlota and Rita unplugged the TV and rolled the TV cart into the corner of the room. Then, after Bobby, Ronnie Anne’s Uncle Carlos, and Lynn Loud Senior moved the sofa back to make room, Rita pulled down the Murphy bed that was hidden in the wall behind the sofa. Almost every home had such a bed in its common room for special occasions like this one. Lincoln saw that the bed appeared to be made up with Egyptian-cotton sheets from what were probably the most expensive shelves at Bathroom, Bedroom, & More Besides. Apparently, this really was a special occasion.
“So,” Ronnie Anne said suggestively as she approached him, “is Big Lincoln ready to put a baby in my tummy?”
“Well,” Lincoln answered slowly, “I…I…”
“Lincoln!” Lori hissed. “This is our chance to have a deeper bond with the Casagrandes, so do not mess it up for me! I mean, for us.”
“Yeah, don’t be rude, Linky,” Leni added. “You can’t say no to a girl who wants you to give her her first preggie.”
Unlike the others, Ronnie Anne wasn’t surprised by Lincoln’s hesitancy. In fact, half the reason why she wanted this event to be a surprise was to throw the boy off balance. Having Lincoln at a disadvantage was always a big turn-on for her, and she knew that ultimately, the hornier she was, the more Lincoln would enjoy this whole affair.
Lincoln was more fun to dominate than any boy Ronnie Anne had ever been with, and she had long looked forward to making him her sweet little bitch-boy again. So now, it was time to take control.
“All right, Little Lincoln,” she said firmly. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
Ronnie Anne was wearing her normal clothes—but only on the outside. When she pulled off her purple hoodie, she revealed not her usual t-shirt but only a lacy purple corset that matched her knee socks and that pushed her small breasts upward, turning their upper halves into a pair of lovely little mounds. And when Ronnie Anne pushed down her black shorts, everyone saw that she was wearing skimpy, lacy black panties underneath.
“Ah, our putita bonita,” Ronnie Anne’s grandfather, Hector, said. “Pretty little whore” was a traditional term of endearment in the Casagrande family.
“I helped her choose her outfit,” Carlota noted proudly.
Lincoln goggled at the sight of Ronnie Anne in her boudoir attire. Yes, he’d seen her naked, but she’d never dressed up for him like this before.
“Your turn, Little Lincoln,” Ronnie Anne said smugly. “Strip, and do it nice and slow.”
Half in a trance, Lincoln slowly unbuttoned his orange polo shirt. As soon as he shrugged the garment off, Ronnie Anne snatched it out of his hands and flung it away, over the heads of the onlookers, as if to ensure that Lincoln wouldn’t get it back until she was finished with him.
“Good boy,” she said. “Keep going.”
Still in a daze, Lincoln was about to undo his belt when he remembered that he wouldn’t be able to take his pants off without removing his shoes first. He started to bend over when Ronnie Anne held up her palm.
“Turn the other way,” she commanded. “If I have to watch you do something as boring as taking your shoes off, I should at least be able to look at your ass while you do it.”
Lincoln turned his back to Ronnie Anne, then bent forward and untied his shoes before straightening up to kick them off.
“Same goes for the socks,” Ronnie Anne said.
As Lincoln bent over again, Ronnie Anne’s Aunt Frida commented, “I like fucking men with their socks on. It feels so naughty and…Canadian.”
“Yeah,” Luna added, “I like it when Sam wears her soft little footie socks and rubs my cooch with them. It’s our favorite foreplay when the weather outside is frightful.”
Lincoln straightened up and turned back around. Ronnie Anne smiled and took a step closer to him.
“Now that we’ve got ‘barefoot’ covered,” Ronnie Anne said, “Let’s get to work on ‘pregnant.’ So take down that zipper. I’ll bet my left tit that you’re already hard, and I wanna see the bulge in those jockeys.”
Lincoln now realized why Luna, seemingly out of the blue, had suggested that morning that Lincoln wear his tight red “victory undies’’ to school. He was so used to his sisters giving him unsolicited guidance on pretty much everything that he hadn’t suspected that anything unusual was afoot.
And Ronnie Anne was right, as she usually was about these things: Despite the awkwardness of the situation and the pressure Lincoln was under, his cock was getting harder by the moment. So when he slowly pulled down the copper-colored tab on his fly, the bulge in his red underpants became plain to see.
“There he is,” Ronnie Anne said, rubbing her hands together. “Now, Little Lincoln, lose the pants and take Big Lincoln out for me. He’s the one I’m here for.”
Remembering to go slow, Lincoln pushed down his jeans and stepped out of them. Then he grasped the waistband of his red jockeys and pulled them down until his hard cock sprang out, making Ronnie Anne squeal with uncharacteristically girlish delight. Lincoln’s erect member looked very large on the skinny, barely adolescent boy, making the reason for Ronnie Anne’s use of “Little Lincoln” and “Big Lincoln” readily obvious.
“Yes!” Ronnie Anne shouted, dropping to her knees so that she was at eye level with Lincoln’s cock. “Here’s my lover. C’mere, Big Lincoln, Mama wants to give you a kiss.”
As Ronnie Anne leaned forward and kissed the crown of Lincoln’s cock, Aunt Frida gawked as she murmured, “I think Tía wants to kiss it, too.” Then, taking a bare moment to glance at the other Casagrandes before affixing her gaze on Lincoln’s substantial member again, she asked, “Did you all know he was hung like that?”
“No!” Carlota replied. “Honestly, I thought Ronnie Anne was exaggerating to impress me.”
“Oh, she certainly wasn’t,” Maria said. “I fucked Lincoln a couple of times when we were living in Royal Woods, and afterwards I could barely walk.” She smiled dreamily as she added, “Those were good times.”
Ronnie Anne’s young cousin Carl looked up at Lori, smoothed back his hair, and indicated Lincoln’s cock as he said, “You know, in a couple years, mine’s gonna be just like that.” Both Lori and Carlota burst into laughter, and the boy frowned.
“Oh, Big Lincoln,” Ronnie Anne sighed, still speaking directly to Lincoln’s cock as she wrapped her hand around its base. “I’ve really missed you.”
She kissed the head again, passionately, then took it into her mouth. When Lincoln moaned, Ronnie Anne stopped sucking and glared up at him.
“Not a word out of you, Little Lincoln!” she barked, making the boy flinch. Then, when he looked at her contritely, she returned her attention to his cock.
“Mmmm,” she said, moving her lips slowly up and down the first few inches of Lincoln’s length. “Nh llll nnn snn mnnn, Bnn Lnnnnn…”
“Did she just say something?” the white-mustached Hector asked.
Luan, who was holding Lily, replied, “She said, ‘I love you so much, Big Lincoln.’” When Hector looked at her quizzically, Luan added, “I speak cocksucker. It’s not that different from speaking Lily. Is it, Lils?” She ruffled Lily’s tuft of blonde hair, and the toddler giggled.
As Ronnie Anne continued slowly massaging Lincoln’s cock with her mouth, she pulled the boy’s “victory undies” down to his knees, but no farther. This made it clear to Lincoln that he wasn’t going anywhere until Ronnie Anne wanted him to.
Ronnie Anne sucked Big Lincoln for a couple more minutes as Lincoln stood still and stifled his gasps and moans of pleasure. But while Ronnie Anne might have liked to bring Big Lincoln to a climax and receive one of his delicious loads in her mouth, she had a far more important use for his sperm today. So she released him from between her lips and gave his head one more loving kiss before she grabbed Lincoln’s red jockeys and yanked them down from his knees to his ankles. Then she stood up.
“Now, Little Lincoln,” she said, “make yourself useful and undress me.”
Although he knew it would be bad form to show it, Lincoln was happy when Ronnie Anne turned around and let him unlace her corset to reveal her bare back—and even happier when she turned around again and brought her small, perky breasts into view. The girl’s masterful blowjob had made him horny as hell, so he was very anxious to see her naked body—and fuck it.
He dropped to his knees, making Ronnie Anne smile as he knew this act of submissiveness would. She picked up one foot and then the other to allow him to take off her black slip-on sneakers; then she raised each leg again, higher this time, so he could peel off her purple knee socks.
Finally, Lincoln slowly pulled down Ronnie Anne’s lacy black panties. They looked positively tiny as they rolled up on themselves on their way down Ronnie Anne’s well-toned legs. Now, Lincoln was at eye level with Ronnie Anne’s bare pussy.
Ronnie Anne had acquired a few pubic hairs in recent months, but she had decided that until she could grow a respectable bush, she’d rather her pussy remain hairless. She’d shaved it that very morning to ensure that it would be baby-bald the moment when she took hold of Lincoln’s head and made the boy lean over backwards a bit where he knelt. Then Ronnie Anne straddled Lincoln’s face and forced his mouth against and then between her cuntlips.
“Eat, Little Lincoln!” she commanded. “My pussy needs to be one hundred percent ready for Big Lincoln, so you’d better make sure I’m wet inside and out.”
Lincoln licked Ronnie Anne’s pussy from her clit down to her entrance, then back up again. After he repeated this act several times, he pushed his tongue up into Ronnie Anne’s hole and began bobbing his head, tongue-fucking her as deeply as he could.
“Your tongue is no Big Lincoln,” Ronnie Anne said a bit breathily, “but I guess it’s good enough for a warmup.”
She dismounted Lincoln’s face and said, “Now get your skinny ass on the bed and lie down on your back, with your head at the foot of the bed. You and everyone else are gonna get to watch Big Lincoln knock me up.”
Lincoln tried not to look too eager as he went over to the bed and lay down as instructed. His erect cock lay heavily on his stomach, extending well past his navel and reaching almost to the bottom of his sternum. Its girth made Lincoln’s torso seem pitifully skinny by comparison. Ronnie Anne took hold of it with both hands.
“Ohhhh, Big Lincoln,” she said, gazing down at Lincoln’s cock, eyes full of both fondness and lust, “you are gonna feel so good inside me. Now let’s make a baby together.”
She stood up on the bed, placing her bare feet on either side of Lincoln’s hips and facing both him and their two dozen onlookers.
“I can’t wait to watch her put it in,” Lana said. “It’s gonna be like a giraffe swallowing a python.”
Lynn Senior, who had emerged from the kitchen a few minutes after the Casagrandes, asked, “How does an eleven-year-old girl even take something like that? My cock didn’t get that big until I was seventeen!”
“We’re gonna find out,” Lynn Junior replied eagerly. “The only thing I’d rather watch than extreme sports is extreme sex!”
Ronnie Anne looked down at the white-haired boy she was straddling and said, “Hold Big Lincoln up for me. Don’t forget: You’re his bitch and mine.”
Lincoln grasped his cock by the base and held it upright. Ronnie Anne took hold of the business end of Lincoln’s member, then squatted down just an inch or so to put his cockhead between the folds of her pussy.
“Here we go,” she said.
She started to sink down. The Louds and Casagrandes watched with a mix of excitement, anxiety, and disbelief as Big Lincoln’s thick head pushed Ronnie Anne’s cuntlips wide apart and then began to enter her.
“Oooh, I can’t watch!” Maria said, slapping a hand over her eyes so as not to witness her daughter’s self-impalement. Then she split her fingers and looked through them as she said, “But I can’t not watch, either!”
“Ohhhh, Big Lincoln…” Ronnie Anne moaned, closing her eyes as she sank slowly downward. “You big fucking stud…Fill me up…Fill my whole pussy…”
“Mmmmhhh,” Lincoln moaned.
Ronnie Anne abruptly stopped her descent, and her eyes shot open to look sternly at Lincoln’s face.
“Keep your mouth shut, Little Lincoln! You’re lucky I’m even letting you watch! One more sound out of you, and you get the mask.”
Her eyes flicked to the opposite side of the room. When Lincoln leaned his head back to follow her gaze, he saw in the far corner by the stairs the little black duffel bag in which Ronnie Anne kept her bondage gear. So he knew she was not making an idle threat—not that she ever did.
The mask, as Lincoln remembered vividly from previous liaisons with Ronnie Anne, was a modified Mexican wrestling mask that had white eyes but no actual eye-holes, and that could be tightened around the wearer’s mouth such that the mask served as both a blindfold and a gag. Much as Lincoln sometimes enjoyed wearing it (because it could be fun not to be able to see what Ronnie Anne was going to do next), today he didn’t want to miss looking at Ronnie Anne’s naked body. So he clenched his teeth to stifle any more involuntary sounds he might make.
Ronnie Anne resumed her descent, delighting in every little sensation as Big Lincoln stretched and filled inch after inch of her love-tunnel.
“Wow,” Ronnie Anne’s thirteen-year-old cousin CJ said in his husky, low-pitched voice. “I can see it in her tummy! Go Ronnie Anne!”
Finally, Ronnie Anne’s thighs came down to rest on Lincoln’s hips. Big Lincoln had surely grown since the last time they had fucked, because Ronnie Anne’s pussy had never felt this full in her life.
But she only paused for a moment to savor the sensation. Because while being impaled to the hilt on Big Lincoln was as exciting as hell, the prospect of being filled with Big Lincoln’s baby-making seed was even more thrilling.
So she started moving up and down on top of Lincoln, keeping her eyes closed so she could focus on every sensation Big Lincoln made inside her as he moved in and out of her tight cunt.
“Yeahhhh,” she sighed. “That’s my big boy…Own my cunt, Big Lincoln…”
Every twinge of pleasure elicited by the movement of Big Lincoln inside Ronnie Anne added to her excitement. So it wasn’t long before she gave in to the urge to fuck him faster. And the faster she moved, the better it felt, and the better it felt, the stronger her desire to move even faster became. Thus, it only took a few minutes for the speed of her movements to increase from slow rising and falling to steady pumping to energetic riding to bouncing madly on top of Lincoln.
“Nnngh,” Lincoln groaned; it was taking every ounce of his self-control not to make a louder sound than that.
“Cum…inside me…Big Lincoln,” Ronnie Anne gasped. “Cum…in…-side me! AAAAAAAH!”
She felt her whole body seize around that great column of cock inside her, squeezing and bucking and pumping as she thrashed wildly in the throes of the most powerful orgasm of her life to date.
“NNNGH!” Lincoln grunted, and then his precociously large balls fired their load straight up into Ronnie Anne’s womb. He gripped her hips and pulled her hard against him because his every instinct demanded that he shoot his load as deep as possible into this sexy, fertile girl.
When her climax finally ended and she felt Big Lincoln’s spurts of seed come to a stop, Ronnie Anne leaned back, planted her hands on the bed on either side of Lincoln’s legs, and lifted her hips into the air. Lincoln’s cock slid out of her pussy and landed on the boy’s stomach with a wet *slap*, and all the onlookers could see the massive amount of cum that was oozing slowly out of Ronnie Anne’s pussy, which gaped obscenely.
“Madre de dios,” Carlota breathed. “I’ve never seen a boy shoot so much cum. Ronnie Anne must be pregnant with triplets!”
“She might be,” Maria replied. “But my girl doesn’t usually leave things to chance.”
Ronnie Anne lowered her hips again, sitting back down on Lincoln’s pelvis. Then she rose up onto her knees, scooched backward, and sat down squarely on Lincoln’s face. Lincoln half expected her to command him to eat his own cum out of her pussy, as she had done a few times before, but this time, she seemed simply to be pointedly ignoring him and letting her pussy smear the boy’s face with his own jizz as she talked to his semi-erect cock.
“That was amazing, Big Lincoln,” she said fondly. “Can we do it again?”
She took a long lick from the base of Lincoln’s cock to the tip, then audibly swallowed all the cum she had collected with her tongue. She did this several more times until she had gulped down all the residual cum on Lincoln’s member, by which time it had grown fully hard again.
Uncle Carlos glanced down at his watch, then looked up at the others, as he said, “My goodness—returning from ejaculation to full tumescence in less than three minutes? Very impressive.”
“Indeed,” Lisa replied. “My male shibling’s coital capacity has created much demand for his sexual attentions among his female peers.”
Ronnie Anne now stood up on the bed, then looked down at Lincoln’s messy face.
“All right, Little Lincoln,” she said, “I want Big Lincoln to fuck my pussy from behind, so it’s time for you to get to work. And you’d better work hard, because if I don’t cum, and if I don’t feel a nice big cumload shooting right up my womb, your scrawny ass is gonna have more whip-marks than the last-place finisher at the Hazeltucky Derby.”
Of course, Lincoln thought. If she brought the mask, then she would have brought the riding crop, too.
Ronnie Anne got down on all fours next to Lincoln, facing the group. Lincoln obediently got up on his knees behind her. Lincoln didn’t mind this at all: He loved looking at Ronnie Anne’s cute, well-toned, tan-skinned, lightly freckled ass. Although he was forced to divert his attention to her face when she turned around and looked at him sharply.
“Put him inside me,” she said in the half-growl she tended to use when she was particularly horny.
Lincoln knew Ronnie Anne wouldn’t tolerate any delay, and her pussy was already warmed up and well lubricated by his cum, so he didn’t need to enter her slowly. Instead, he put his cockhead at her half-open entrance and shoved most of his length into her with one thrust.
“Yaaaaaah!” Ronnie Anne shouted.
Lincoln knew it was not a sound of pain but of triumph and lustful eagerness. So right away, he started fucking Ronnie Anne at a solid pace, driving his cock into her deep enough and hard enough to make her body move forward and back on every stroke, her little breasts jiggling beneath her.
“I suppose Ronnie Anne must be fertile,” Luan said, “if Farmer Lincoln’s plowing her like that! Hahahahaha!”
“See that, Charles?” Lana said to the little bulldog. “Next time you do me doggy style, do it good and hard like that.”
“Um,” CJ said, “wouldn’t sex with your dog always be doggy style?” Lana chuckled and gave the older boy a sidearm hug.
As Lincoln fucked Ronnie Anne harder and harder, sweating and panting with the effort, his and Ronnie Anne’s excitement seemed to infect everyone in the room. They were all on the edge of their seats—figuratively or literally—as Ronnie Anne bucked forward and back like mad, her eyes screwed shut with both great effort and intense concentration.
Lincoln was grunting loudly and pounding Ronnie Anne’s pussy as hard as he possibly could. She was making tiny little whimpers as she panted, which Lincoln knew meant she was about to hit a big climax. So he felt no need to hold back as he felt his own orgasm seize him in its intensely pleasurable grip.
“AaaaaaAAAAAAAH!” he shouted, firing a load of cum into Ronnie Anne that felt every bit as voluminous as the first.
“AaaaaAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIII!” Ronnie Anne shrieked. The pitch and volume of her climactic scream rattled the windows.
“Wow,” Lynn Senior exclaimed. “I haven’t heard a scream like that since Rita was in labor. And only the first two times.”
When Ronnie Anne and Lincoln finished cumming, Ronnie Anne collapsed forward onto the bed, while Lincoln fell onto his back. After taking several moments to get her breath back, Ronnie Anne turned herself around so that she was lying on her side, looking directly at Lincoln’s cock.
“Big Lincoln,” she said lovingly, “I think we made a baby today.”
Lincoln hoped that this wasn’t going to be the end of the event. There was a reason why he’d allowed himself to shout when he reached his second climax. So it gladdened his heart when Ronnie Anne looked up sharply at his face, and the tone of her voice changed from honey to steel.
“But you, Little Lincoln, disappointed me…again. You’re supposed to keep your mouth shut when I’m cucking you with Big Lincoln. So stand up and bend over so everyone can see your scrawny ass.”
Lincoln got off the bed and walked around to the foot of it. Then he bent over and braced himself with his hands against the foot of the bed. Because he was facing away from everyone, most especially Ronnie Anne, he allowed himself to smile when he heard her unzip the duffel bag.
Ronnie Anne reached into the bag and took out her trusty riding crop. It was one of her favorite toys, and there was no ass she liked to smack with it as much as Lincoln’s.
She strutted over to stand by Lincoln’s bare backside. Then, with a flourish, she raised the crop in the air and brought it down fast. It made a smacking sound against Lincoln’s ass and left a red welt that seemed especially bright on the boy’s pale skin. Lincoln yelped, which was okay with Ronnie Anne; she liked to know for sure that she was causing him pain.
Ronnie Anne whipped Lincoln’s ass again and again, going back and forth between his asscheeks so as to leave a pattern of red marks on each of them. It amused her when she noticed out of the corner of her eye that many of the women and girls in the group were watching this action avidly, while some of the boys—Carl and CJ in particular—averted their eyes.
Spanking was already one of Ronnie Anne’s favorite parts of dominating Lincoln. But today, she wanted to make it extra-special.
“Two more for luck,” she said.
She landed an extra-hard blow on Lincoln’s right asscheek, making a big red welt and eliciting a yelp from Lincoln. Then, smiling, Ronnie Anne landed an equally hard blow on his left cheek. She looked at the matching deep-red welts and smiled; within the hour, both would darken into bruises.
“There,” she said with satisfaction. “Now we’ll both have something to remember this day by.”
She dropped the riding crop and turned the naked, sweaty, messy Lincoln around to face the group. Then she grabbed his hand and gave their two families a theatrical bow. Lincoln took the cue and bowed along with her. Everyone clapped, whistled, and cheered.
When the applause died down, Lynn Senior announced, “All right, everyone, dinner’s in fifteen minutes!”
While the others cleaned up the living room and started setting up the extra tables that a dinner for two dozen would require, Lori took charge of hustling the naked Lincoln and Ronnie Anne upstairs so they could get cleaned up. She left them by the bathroom door, then rushed back downstairs in the hope of getting in one more quickie with Bobby before dinner.
They were naked and messy, and finally alone. Ronnie Anne looked at Lincoln and smiled.
“That was amazing, you know,” she said. “Everything I wanted.”
“Me too,” Lincoln replied.
“I wasn’t too rough on you? Even with everybody watching, I wouldn’t have cared if you used your safe word.”
“Didn’t need to.”
He leaned forward and kissed her. Then he said, “You can have the bathroom first. I’m gonna go get out some clean clothes.”
“Thanks.”
In his room, Lincoln looked back over his shoulder at the reflection of his ass in the mirror. Already, the darkest of the red welts were beginning to fade, and bruises were arising in their place. It seemed likely that Lincoln would be thinking of Ronnie Anne every time he sat down for at least the next week.
He smiled at himself in the mirror and said, “I love that girl.”
***
Thursday, November 23, 4:32 p. m.
The Casagrande residence
148 Ford Avenue, Apts 2A & 2B
Great Lakes City, Michigan, USA
Earth 17.2
It was Thanksgiving, and the Casagrandes were hosting the Louds for this year’s festivities. The adults and older teenagers were prepping food in the kitchens of the two apartments, and Hector was out on the fire escape tending the turkey he’d been smoking since sunrise.
But Lori and Ronnie Anne, both eight months pregnant, had effectively been banned from the kitchens, and from doing work of any kind. Instead, they sat in the living room, sipping tea and watching the younger kids play while Bobby waited on them both hand and foot.
“Do you two need anything else for your tea?” the young man was asking. “We’ve got milk, soy milk, real sugar, three kinds of fake sugar, lemon, lime-”
“For the millionth time, Bobby,” Ronnie Anne replied, “we’re fine.”
“Boo-Boo Bear,” Lori added, “why don’t you go help my dad in the kitchen?”
“I think he’s got it handled,” Bobby replied.
Just then, they heard Lynn Senior shout, “Ha-ha, I’ve done it! The perfect green bean casserole!”
Ronnie Anne chuckled. “I guess now we know where Lisa got the ‘mad scientist’ gene.”
Lynn Jr, who was throwing a foam football back and forth with CJ in the living room, caught the ball and gave the boy a wink. “Hey Ceege, think we’ve got time for a quickie before dinner?”
CJ looked at the wall clock and replied, “Let’s see, the little hand is- Yes!” Then the two trotted off to CJ’s room.
Lana, who was on the floor with Carl playing with toy trucks, waggled her blonde eyebrows at him and asked, “So, do you like anal?”
Carl smoothed his hair back with his hand as he replied, “You bet I do, chiquita.”
“Great!” Lana replied, taking the boy’s hand. “C’mon—my strap-on’s in my backpack!”
“Wait, what?” Carl exclaimed as Lana let him away.
Lucy, meanwhile, was in the corner, using Carlota’s tablet to video chat with Rocky. Carlota herself was sitting in a rocking chair, fawning over her cooing baby boy.
“Check it out, Luce,” Rocky was saying as he showed the girl his abnormally pale torso. “I found white body makeup at the goth store. What do you think?”
“Oh, Rocky,” Lucy murmured with a trace of a smile. “When I get back, I’m going to suck your cock for all eternity.”
A breeze came through the open window, carrying a hint of smoked turkey. Ronnie Anne breathed it in and made a sigh of anticipation.
“I don’t know what I’m looking forward to more,” she said, “Abuelo’s turkey, or the turkey taquitos that Abuela will be making tomorrow.”
Just then, Lincoln came in and approached the two gravid girls.
“Do you guys think the potatoes should be boiled, mashed, smashed, or scalloped?” the boy asked. “Because if I don’t give Grandma Rosita your opinion, she’s probably gonna make all four.”
“And then she’ll be upset if we don’t try them all,” Ronnie Anne said. She patted her tummy and smiled at Lincoln as she added, “I’m not going to have enough room in my stomach as it is.”
“In that case, I vote for classic mashed,” Lori replied.
“Me too,” Ronnie Anne said. Then she pulled Lincoln’s head down to hers and murmured, “Oh, and you’d better bring Big Lincoln by to see me later.”
“Noted and noted!” Lincoln replied with a smile, then hurried back to the kitchen.
Ronnie Anne sat back and sighed, “I love that boy.”
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Many thanks to Jomahawk for beta reading!
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