Troubles and Treats (Chocolate Lovers #3)(30)

“Here, wrap both legs around me,” I told her as I lift her up, pushing her back against the wall of the stall.

Her long, smooth legs locked around my waist, and I got back to the task at hand. Pretty soon, Jenny was clawing at my back and groaning loudly, and I knew she was close to coming. I sped up my movements until the stall was rattling and slamming against the wall of the bathroom.

“OW! Son of a bitch! This is killing my back,” Jenny complained suddenly.

I pulled out of her as I let go of her legs and set her back down on the floor.

She stood there for a minute with her hands on her hips, looking at our surroundings.

“I’ve got it! I’ll kneel on top of the toilet and you can rail me from behind,” she said with a smile as she moved past me and put her knees on the seat of the toilet and faced the wall.

“Oh my God, I love you so much right now,” I told her as I watch her get situated.

I had a clear view of her naked ass, and I was pretty sure if I didn’t hurry up and get back inside her, I was going to shoot these baby bullets all over the floor.

She looked back at me over one shoulder and smiled.

“Saddle up, cowboy. Give me your baby juice.”

I closed the gap between us, and she leaned forward awkwardly, resting her forehead against the wall behind the toilet, wrapping her hands around the flusher to keep her steady.

Grabbing onto her hips, I slid back home again, letting out a loud groan when I was deep inside her again.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh f*ck,” I moaned as I got my rhythm back.

I thought I heard a noise in the bathroom but nothing was going to stop me right now. I was in heaven and I wasn't ready to come out yet.

“Jeeeeeeesus!” I exclaimed loudly, thrusting into Jenny with all my might.

At this point we were both grunting and panting and oblivious to everything else around us.

“Fuck this is good. So good. Uuuuuuunnnnggggghhhh,” I moaned.

“I’m sorry, but are you okay in there?”

The sound of another man’s voice in the next stall forced us to halt our movements immediately. I was clutching onto Jenny’s hips, and she whipped her head around to stare at me with wide eyes.

“Um, ha, ha, yes! I’m super, thanks for asking!” I replied back to the guy.

Jenny gave me a “what the f*ck” look and I just shrugged. As she turned back around, she shifted on my dick a little and did that awesome thing with her vagina where it squeezes me.

“Oh my goat milk, that’s hot!” I cried out.

“Ooooh, yeah. Goat milk has that reaction with me too. I always get the fire shits from goat milk,” the guy in the next stall told me.

This guy needed to shut the f*ck up already! I didn’t need to hear about his burning * while I was trying to make a baby! It was like this guy had no class.

I did my best to ignore the rude guy next door so I could finish this thing before Jenny decided it was a bad idea. She turned her head again and looked me in the eye, mouthing the words, “Hurry the f*ck up!”

Don’t mind if I do!

Without a second thought, I started banging the hell out of her again.

“Fuck yeah. Oh f*ck, I’m so close!” I muttered.

“You’re doing great, buddy. Keep pushing!” my bathroom friend encouraged me.





“Oh hell yes! I’m pushing, f*ck yeah!” I shouted back, bolstered by his enthusiasm.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe this is happening,” Jenny whispered.

“Oh, it’s happening! It’s totally happening, baby!” I told her.

I could feel my orgasm and it was right there, just a few more thrusts and I could send those little sperm f*ckers to their home!

Mid-thrust, Jenny lost her grip and her hand slipped, causing the toilet handle to push down, making the toilet flush.

“Well that was awkward,” I said as I continued what I was doing.

“Nope, not awkward at all,” bathroom man yelled back. “A courtesy flush is always a good idea.”

Even with this guy talking my ear off, Jenny felt so good that it was impossible to stop my orgasm from rushing up through my balls.

“YES! YES! YES!” I shouted with my head thrown back.

With one last thrust—that I will argue until my dying day wasn’t that hard— Jenny lost her balance on the toilet seat while I came, and one of her knees slipped down into the toilet with a loud splash. Water flew out of the bowl and all over the floor.

“Oops,” I said sheepishly as I shivered through the final seconds of my orgasm. I had pulled out of Jenny and backed away from her while she struggled and tried to get her knee out of the toilet, forcing more water all over the place.

“It’s okay, man, happens to the best of us,” the guy next door had admitted.

“Ain’t that the truth?!” I answered.



So, yeah. That’s the story of Veronica’s conception and now Jenny and I have to figure out how to break that news to her when she’s older. Maybe we can leave out the part of the spectator in the next stall over. And the part about never finding Mommy’s underwear when we had got back to the table. And how

Mommy fell in the toilet. You know what? I think we’ll just make something up.

Fuck, now I’m horny.