Crossed Lines

CROSSED LINES.

A Johnny Test Hentai Fanfic.

THIS IS AN UNOFFICIAL CONTINUATION OF "Johnny and the Limit", which was written by vic elor.  I recommend that your read his fanfic first.  I do not have exclusive rights to continue his story.  I think of this as A continuation, not THE continuation.

by Belfry.

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-SIX:

Up in his bedroom,  Bernice and Johnny were busy getting re-acquainted with each other.

Somehow,  while constantly kissing each other,  Johnny undressed her,  now finally pulling her panties off her.

"Do you like taking my clothes off of me?",  Bernice teasingly asked.

"Oh yes,"  he sighed as he stood beside her.  "Your turn...",  he sighed as he placed her hand on the drawstring.

Bernice pulled the drawstring,  popping the bow,  then took both hands to push the bottom  down over his erection.  His cock flipped back up against them both once the bottom cleared.  Just feeling his cock on her pussy sent shivers to her brain.

"Ooooh,"  she moaned as she laid down on the bed.  Johnny stepped out of his pajama bottoms,  and laid down beside her,  kissing her again and again,  holding her close.

"Just curious,"  Bernice asked between kisses,  as Johnny started caressing her breasts,  "How did you <kiss> get so good <kiss> at kissing?"

"Practice, <kiss> practice, <kiss> practice..."

Bernice broke out in laughter.  "Living with three women,  that doesn't surprise me,"  she commented as she repositioned herself,  taking his cock in her mouth.

"AhhhhHHHHHhhhh!",  Johnny exclaimed as she suckled his cock,  lovingly showing it the ultimate respect.  After a minute,  Johnny could sense he was going to cum!

Bernice came up for breath.  "You're not the only one with a magic tongue!",  she bragged.

-----

The General closed the laboratory door behind him as he faced the courier.  "Soldier,"  he said to the corporal who delivered the package,  "I want that sent back to the CDC,  now!"

"Sir,"  he said,  scanning the Tracpad,  "There is no form for a refusal of delivery."

'Of all the snafus I have seen in this man's Army...',  the General thought.  "Doesn't matter," he said,  then ordered,  "Take that abomination back to them,"  his anger growing.

"I cannot,  sir."  The MPs arrived.

"Sergeant!",  he ordered the MP,  "Your sidearm!"

Quickly,  the MP unsnapped his holster,  and handed the General his weapon.

Keeping his anger under control,  he pointed the business end at the courier's head.  It got his attention real quick.

"Get that damn shit off my base!",  as he cocked the gun.

"He's goddamn crazy!",  one of the other MPs whispered.

"No,"  the sergent whispered back,  "he's pissed!"

Slowly the courier entered the laboratory and retrieved the offending package,  and slowly walked out with it.

The General handed the sergeant his gun back.  "Sergeant,  escort this man and his vehicle off the base,"  he ordered,  then told the courier,  "Return that delivery to the CDC."

He then turned to the Test Sisters.  "Professors,"  calmly he said,  "please follow me to my office..."

-----

Johnny was loving it.  He was going to cum.  He knew it.

'She's so damn good!'  he thought.  Then again,  finger-fucking her with one hand,  and caressing her right buttcheek with the other was pushing his upcoming shot further along.

Bernice was loving it.  There was something about sucking her man off and him in her pussy,  even if its only a finger (or two,  or three,  or his whole fist) at the same time that made her heart aflutter.  She had always enjoyed sex,  taking multiple lovers over the years.

But she wasn't young anymore, and now she was somewhat envious of her nieces.  Johnny is an obviously fantastic lover,  but that wasn't the reason.

'Hugh was right!  He genuinely loves all three of them!'

Bernice moaned as his finger found her G-Spot.  At that moment she felt Johnny's cock twitch around her tongue.  She quickened her oral activity.

"Bernice,  oh Bernice,"  Johnny gasped as his hand quickly moved from her butt to her back of her head,  gently running it through her hair.   She kept on sucking fast,  appreciating the fact that he was gently stroking her hair,  not pushing or holding her head down.

Johnny couldn't stop from thrusting his pelvis.  Bernice saw his toes start to curl.  She prepared herself for a mouthful.

And did she get it!

His cock deluged her mouth,  causing her to swallow as fast as she could  to keep any of his load from eaking out of her lips.

"Délicieux!",  she cried.

"Honey,"  Johnny sighed as he withdrew his digit from her,  "you are so good to me!"

"You sound like you need to rest for a few minutes,"  she grinned and said.

'More like a hour!',  he thought.  But he decided,  he would make himself last.  He wanted to make the most of every minute he had with her,  even if it killed him!

-----

"Girls,  I have to file an offical report on what just happened,"  the General said,  sitting in his chair behing his desk.  Susan and Mary were sitting on the two chairs in front of him.  Susan still looked mad as hell,  but not as bad as before.  Mary was fidgiting in her chair.

The General then opened to lower left drawer in his desk.  In the time-honored military tradition.  he pulled out a bottle of whiskey.  After sitting the bottle on his desk (getting a shocked look from the girls) he pulled out three shot glasses and sat them alongside.

"We...don't...drink,"  Mary stuttered out.

Susan closed her eyes.  needing help to contain her anger.  "WE.  CAN'T.  DRINK."  Mary shot a look at him.

"Ladies,"  the General said as he poured into the three shot glasses,  "there are times when the only way to calm your nerves is a shot of liquid libation."  He started to hand one to Susan,  who held her hands forward,  pretending she didn't want the drink while she truly did.  He could see Mary's hand was still mildly twitching as she held the glass,  only to see half of its conents spill from her hand twitching.

The General then picked up his shot glass.  He proposed a toast.  "To the Test Sisters!  Bottoms up!".  After swallowing his firewater,  and observing the girls DIDN'T drink theirs,  he sat down in hihs chair.  He could tell something was wrong.   Mary was the first to notice his thinking-this-out look.

Finally,  he said,  "You must have a good reason not to drink.  Critical experiment?  Have a REALLY BAD hangover once?  Training for the Olympics?"

They both laughed at that,  remembering Johnny's comment that she was "Trying out for the Olympic sex team."  This thoroughly confused the General.

"In a way..."  Susan said.  This confused him even more.

"Believe me General,"  Mary spoke,  "I would down that drink in a heartbeat,  if I wasn't pregnant..."

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"We don't have much time left,"  Bernice whispered in his ear.  Johnny saw the clock and nodded.

"SO WE'RE GOING STRAIGHT TO ANAL!",  as she lighteningly fast.  reverse cowgirl,  poistioned her self above Johnny's cock.

Johnny couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Anal?!  My cock barely went in your pussy!"

"We'll start small,  use your finger first while I exercise to stretch it bigger.  At home,  I have three butt plugs.  Every night I exercise with them,  seeing how far I can stretch my bum.

Johnny reached down under her pussy,

"Is this the hand you used on my pussy?", she asked.

"Yes.  Why?"

"Use your other hand,  please.  I don't want any kind of infection in there."

-----

The General sat back in his chair and snickered.  "I shoudn't be surprised!  He pulled back the string on the bow and LET THE ARROW FLY!"

"She's not the only one who is pregnant,"  Susan said.

"Huh?  He got YOU pregnant too!!??"

"No-no-no.   Remember,  I married Sissy!  Artificial Insemination..."

"This changes things.  How far along are you?"

"We're both a month into it,"  Mary replied.

"No wonder you were scared to death about the package,"  The General said.  "As safe as the lab is now,  tomorrow we are starting to make it MUCH safer for you two."

Both Mary and Susan emitted a sigh of relief.

"Well,  since you're here,  I might as well tell you.  Next month I'm getting a fourth star,"  tapping his sholder.

"Congratulations!",  both of them said,  in not quite their usual harmony.

"But I won't get to wear them for long.  I filed my papers to retire in three months.  I'm retiring as a four-star general."

"But you can't!",  Mary said.  "We love working here,  except for today.  Everyone here WANTS to work for you!"

"It's not the age that gets you,  it's the mileage."

"Nonsense,"  Susan said.  "Just how long HAVE you been in the Army?"