The Family Way

I was naked and resting in the morning sunlight. The sun was starting to pump its warmth into the world and I was alone for the first time in the last 24 hours. My head was a tad fuzzy while my entire body felt buzzing and alive yet so very tired. I also felt beautiful… wanted… claimed… And sexy. In fact, I felt like a bona-fide sex goddess. I couldn’t help but caress myself in vanity; twirling my long seductive hair, fondling my spectacular breasts, sliding my fingers down my flat stomach, up my hourglass hips and round, firm ass. I felt so insanely fuckable.

Speaking of which… as my hand found its way to my vagina, my fingertips picked up the heat that was radiating from my womanhood. It was a heat from my special area unlike any I’d experienced before as I knew without question that it had just completed its first marathon after a lifetime of 5k’s. It was clear that the blood meant for my head was still down there. The blood pressure making my little pussy puffy and ever so sensitive. Simply touching it sent a jolt through my limbs and I honestly couldn’t tell if I was sore or ready for another pillow biting orgasm.

In the moment following my introspective question of “did the last 24 hours really happen?” I got my answer in the form of hot, sticky mass of white love goop that now coated my fingers. Not just semen but the combined love potion of a man and a woman’s countless mutual orgasms whisked together in an honest night’s worth of passionate insertion and withdrawal. “This is what happens when a woman sleeps with a man.” I thought to myself, smiling. I grabbed the nearest pillow and squeezed it tight wishing it was Jeff, my new boyfriend, lying next to me, his new girlfriend. I squeezed the pillow again, this time harder, tightening every sexy muscle in my little sexy body when I heard it. The cutest little queef accompanied by what felt like a warm yet raw egg escaped from my now drooling sex. I carefully reached down between my legs to find more spunk that I’ve ever received in my life. I marveled at it. Physical proof of my boyfriend’s attraction to me… To my young, ripe body.

’“Fuck” I thought. “No protection! Oh fuck”.

The last 24 hours were so incredible and so intense that I didn’t have the time to actually think. “Was he married? Does he even remember me? Why would he be with me? He’s got everything. I’m nothing more than a one night stand.”, I reminded myself, “You just met him and he’s at least ten years older than me! I might be carrying his baby!! I’m insane!!!” I tried to control my breathing but I was starting to panic. I had just experienced far and away the best sex of my life and of course it had to be him. I first met Jeff years ago, mature and kind, hot but well out of my reach. He was affluent and independent. He was successful and well educated. His family always lived next door and as I grew up I always remember his kindness. 

But I also remembered his strict parents and his bad boy little brother. I remembered gazing at his younger brother in my teens with naughty thoughts in my head. He was my first real crush… maybe even my first boyfriend. Joseph was closer to my own age but just as I had matured… life tore us apart. Now he didn’t even see me at all.

“Fuck! I’ve just slept with Jeff!” The thoughts continued to echo through my mind as the memories of our intercourse made a satisfied smile appear upon my lips. He was good… we were great together… maybe it was a one night stand… maybe we could just have a fling – that would be fun, right? That boy though… sorry, man!… one look at his gorgeous naked body and I knew that I’d want to make love with him every morning, noon and night for the rest of my life. Fine. I’d fallen for him. It would be awkward but that didn’t mean it was inappropriate. I put my fingers to the oozing mess between my gaping labia. “Fuck!” I never wanted kids. Now Jeff comes along and I want his babies all up inside me like yesterday by the time his underwear hit the floor.

Maybe it’s instinctual. Or maybe the opposite? I mean, does the young alpha lion ever pick the mature lioness to pass along his gene pool? Does the lioness ever put on the boots and gleefully take her chosen mate to breed with? 

Either way, it seemed like a good idea at the time… and it was mutual too. He bred me as fearlessly as I could have ever dreamed. Start to finish, rinse and repeat. Each time as if he didn’t think the last one got the job done. Backing up his words with that super star cock of his over and over and over again. Deeply inserting himself into the fertile vagina of a woman he first met as a baby.

And where was I mentally during all of this? I was thinking about all of that. Wondering if perhaps his mother knew. Sitting across the dinner table from her in her own home, my dazzling tits displayed under my sexy sundress one hand on her son and the other on her grandchild protruding beautifully from my tummy. The glow of fresh love making on both of our faces and the look in my eyes that says “I swallowed your son’s cum on the drive over here.” And, of course, the look of shame on her face as she tried and failed to get the image of us breeding out of her mind’s eye. It all went through my head at one point or another while the biggest, oldest cock in my sexual life pumped into my receptive young body.

Upon remembering those thoughts, I sprung to action in the biggest “oh shit!” moment in life to date. “That’s so fucked up, Rachel, oh my fucking God!” I screamed in my head as I rose from the bed, realisation drawing. “This is not my bed! This is not even my house!”. I was so preoccupied that I hadn’t realised I was next door… in the childhood bed of my lover who had long since left his childhood home. I was alone in his old bed and the room still carried the faint aroma of our sex.

I needed to get up, find my clothes and somehow get home without being seen. I climbed out of his cramped double bed but having spent the last six or more hours on my back, my legs were weak and I stumbled stepping into my panties backwards. As I attempted to fix them, the true scale of our recent deeds came into the light. Gravity had been waiting to begin the purge from loins and, after all Jeff did to me, my vagina was now rapidly seeping my lovers seed. “Fuck.” I said aloud as I dropped my panties once again and darted into the adjoining bathroom. The first washcloth got a lot but soon saturated and was just spreading it around my inner thighs. Reaching for a second one, my phone dinged. I picked it up to see it was Jeff.

The text read: “You’re incredible” along with a selfie of him smiling and looking remarkably handsome.

I read and re-read the text several times while standing naked in his bathroom. I looked up into the vanity mirror to see my reflection. Even under stress I still looked quite sexy. I looked back at my phone, maximized his photo and quickly transitioned from hastily cleaning myself to furiously masturbating. Legs parted with my back pressed against the wall, my fingertips sloshed around through the collection of cum and gave my clitoris the stimulation it was suddenly demanding to go along with the oral sex I was receiving in my active imagination. Completely forgetting why I had gotten out of bed in the first place, I soon found myself groaning into my reflection trying to kid myself into thinking Jeff was between my thighs. “No! Someone might hear you!” I scolded my horny alter ego and chose to turn on the shower. After a few minutes of washing the sticky ejaculate from my flesh I emerged from the hot cubicle and grabbed one of his towels to dry off. I wiped the condensation from the bathroom mirror and leaned close, checking my face in the small window I’d made on the glass. The tiny room was full of steam and the smell of shampoo and soap.

“Ok Rachel, you now at the very least look presentable… but naked.” I said leaning in even closer, scrutinizing my face. I could already feel a thin film of sweat on my back; it was going to be another boiling hot day and I had just made it incredibly awkward.

“I didn’t think you’d still be here.”

I blushed. Jeff was standing at the bathroom door, staring intently at my burning face.

“I - I want to be here, Jeff. With you…”

“Then stay.” He said, his eyes smouldering. “Last night was unexpected-”

“That’s the problem isn’t it? I’m too young. I’m not what you want-”

“You are exactly what I want, Rachel!” He interrupted, “It’s like I was always meant to be with you.”

“My parents wouldn’t be happy. Your parents wouldn’t be happy.” I said as if trying to convince myself that what other people think would be enough to make him turn and walk away.

“There’s more, isn’t there?” he said. “I can tell." 

"Your brother…” I sighed, “When I was younger… we nearly…”

“You didn’t, and what if you did? I want you, Rachel. Stop fighting this. Stop looking for excuses.” He moved in close so I could feel his breath on my cheek. I could smell his aftershave, and sweat, and damn – I suddenly wanted to lick his bare chest. I wanted him to –

“I bet that if I touched you now you’d be wet,” he said.

I bit my lip.

“That’s one thing you’ll never find out,” I whispered.

Without a word he picked me up, hands around my waist, and sat me down on the sink and gently, firmly, opened my legs. He started to stroke my thighs with his thumbs. I’m so in shock I forgot where I was once more.

“Mmm, lovely,” he breathed, his thumbs roaming higher. They reached my vulva, and began to stroke my sensitive lips.

“Stop it,” I murmured. Yeah, I really sounded like I meant it.

He didn’t hear me, as his thumbs slid between my labia and pressed into my cunt.

“Told you,” he said horsley. “I could slip in there right now – you’re lovely and wet, Rachel. I bet you taste nice too.”

He stopped stroking me and licked one of his thumbs. He then knelt down in front of me and forced my thighs wider.

“No, please don’t.” I’m beginning to panic through my haze of longing and struggle against his grip. “What if someone comes?”

“Isn’t that the idea?”

I closed my eyes as I felt his breath on my pouting lips labia. His tongue slowly snaked up and down my lips, dipping in and out, flicking over my clit. I felt his mouth kiss me, then – jeez, he was sucking me. No-one had ever done that to me before, and it hurt, and it ached, and I tried to stop myself begging him to just fuck me. He was sliding his fingers into my cunt, two, three, I don’t know, and I could feel the goose bumps on my thighs starting to prickle.

“Oh Jeff!” My nipples were tingling along with my clit, and I needed him to do something, anything. I wanted him to bite my nipples, to suck them so that the blood rushed and burned, I wanted to feel his cock filling me, hurting me.

Jeff stopped, and rose up from his knees.

“Do you want to taste yourself?”

I nodded, dumb with wanting so much.

He kissed me firmly, then opened my mouth with his tongue. I could taste myself, tangy and musky, and my clit throbbed again. I sucked on his tongue and lips and felt him groan.

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in close. His hard-on rubbed my pussy through his jeans and I nearly exploded with lust.

“Please,” I begged.

One hand squeezed my breast, catching my nipple between thumb and finger, sending fire through my body. With the other he unzipped his jeans, and hitched them down. I couldn’t see anything, but oh boy, I could feel it. He rubbed his prick up and down, following the path his tongue had taken, massaging my clit with its head.

He kissed me again, then slid his cock oh so slowly into my needy cunt.

His was not the longest cock in the world but it was thick, and the way he teased me, pulling almost all the way out, then sliding in hard, I knew I was going to cum very soon.

“How does that feel, Rachel?” His lips were on my neck as he pinched my nipples harder.

My pussy was starting to twitch and jump. As he bit my neck I couldn’t keep it in and cried out as I climaxed, my vagina squeezing his gorgeous cock.

I held on tightly as my orgasm burned through my body.

“Fuck me,” I gaspped.

“Thought I just did,” he smiled. He was still inside me, still hard. He kissed me – god, I was starting to love his kisses – then fucked me until he shuddered and groaned into my shoulder.

We clung together for a moment, then he leaned back and grinned.

“And I thought you didn’t like me,” he said.

“I was just a girl.” I grinned back. “Now I am a woman.” I stroked his face. He kissed my palm, then gently sucked my fingers.

“I can be anything you like, anything for you,” he said happily.

“Jeff… do you love me?” I crooned as I held onto him tightly, his sperm once again inseminating my young body. I awaited his response until we were both startled by a shrill female voice.

“Jeff, are you done in the shower?” His mum called from beyond the bedroom door. We both froze in position. His member softening inside me.

“Er, yes mum,” he replied, “Rachel and I will be down in a minute.”

“Oh, Rachel’s here? That’s nice. I’ll make you both some breakfast.”

“I need to get dressed!” I hissed as his cock slipped out of its new home.

“I guess it’s serious, Rachel, I’m introducing you to my parents.” He laughed.

“They already know me. They are going to think I’m even more of a slut.”

“They will love you… because I already do.”

“Really?" 

"Really.”

“Maybe we should meet up tonight,” I said, “then maybe I can repay some of the attention you’ve paid me.”

“Can’t wait,” he smiled and handed me my clothes. He zipped up his jeans, and I slipped off the table and dressed myself quickly. Fixing my top and smoothing down my skirt. When we were sure we looked decent, we headed downstairs to face his parents.

——–

“It is lovely to see you Mr and Mrs Richards” I said, “it has been ages.”

“We didn’t realise you had spent the night.” Mrs Richards replied disapprovingly. Her gaze fell on me then her oldest son who just brushed her off.

“Yes it has been far too long since we last saw you.” Then he paused as he looked directly into my eyes and held my gaze for a few moments. “Far too long indeed.”

I smiled in return and quickly flicked my eyes over him. He was definitely my type, older and self sufficient, handsome and looked as though he was visiting a gym. His well-defined arm muscles were obvious as he was wearing a short sleeved shirt which hugged his torso well enough to hint at the work he was obviously putting in. He was not muscle bound, but nicely toned.

I watched his eyes as they darted across my chest, he was obviously inspecting me in the same way that I had done with him a second before. What a shame his view would not be a patch on mine. I was brought round from my musings as Jeff’s parents looked at each other. They went about their breakfast routine and someone asked if I wanted another drink and I declined. 

I felt so uncomfortable. Growing up next door to the Richards wasn’t easy. Our families couldn’t be more unalike. My parents had girls, they had older boys, we all took jobs and struggled through college, they were intellectual and in well paid jobs. I still lived with my parents but Jeff had moved away years ago… I hadn’t seen him for the best part of a decade… before last night. To make matters worse, when I was a teen… I had my first kiss with Joseph, Jeff’s brother. I was innocent and he was hot, my preteen years were spent dreaming of him and I must have pestered him incessantly before he agreed to kiss me. He dragged me to his bedroom and that kiss was wet and sloppy but made me feel desirable when he could have any one of the girls who seemed to flock to him. It ended in disaster as just as things were getting interesting, Mr and Mrs Richards burst into his room and I was dragged from the house, labeled as a slut and worse as I was thrown through my own front door. I was devastated and I never really spent any more time with Joseph. My mum understood and helped me recover from my first broken heart. Things were always frosty between our families. Mr and Mrs Richards looked down on us… and now I was in their kitchen, sharing breakfast with them carrying their oldest son’s seed in my womb. 

We sat in silence for a few moments before Jeff spoke again. “Rachel was locked out of her house last night so I gave her my old bed. I slept on the sofa. By the way you look great Rachel, I love the way you have done your hair and that dress is perfect for you.” 

“Jeff, you’re such a gentleman,” Mrs Richards smiled adoringly at her son.

“Yes, I must admit I was surprised to find you snoring on the sofa this morning when I came downstairs.” Mr Richards said, frowning. Ah! That makes sense! That’s why I woke up alone. He sneaked downstairs anticipating this meeting. Clever boy - I mean man! “I hope you slept well, Rachel,” he continued, “I understand the boys threw a bit of a party last night. I’m sorry they got you involved.”

His words were said without feeling, as if he were reading from a script. I understood, he was trying to be polite but there was still bad blood between our families.

“Thanks Mr Richards, I appreciate that a lot. Yes, I think your boys had fun last night.” I saw Mrs Richards eyes widen and she smiled as Jeff chuckled under his breath. Mr Richards scowled.

“You look radiant, Rachel,” Jeff made the compliment but glanced at his mother seeing if she could read into his words, “Everyone thinks you are lovely, we always have. Coffee?”

I blushed and was grateful for his presence “Yes please. You look as though you have been taking good care of yourself too Jeff. You have certainly grown up a lot since I last saw you.”

Jeff made no reply for a moment, but I could see he was looking directly at my cleavage which my dress was highlighting with its black lace vee neckline. His eyes wandered down my body and settled on my thigh which was slightly exposed as the skirt had ridden up when I sat down. The top band of my stocking was just visible. I adjusted my hem to pull it down and maintain my dignity.

Realising I had spotted where he was looking; he hurriedly looked up and said simply “Yeah, errr… Thanks.” His mother was shooting daggers at him with her eyes. This time his father was the one who was smiling.

We sat in silence for a few moments, sipping on our respective drinks before Jeff spoke again. “Let me walk you home.”

Without thinking I stood up rather awkwardly, eager to escape his family’s scrutiny and Jeff caught my arm as I struggled to extricate myself from the seat whilst maintaining my dignity. Once I was safely up, he moved his hand to my back and encouraged me to walk towards the back door and into the garden. The sounds of a suburb Saturday morning filled the air as we slowly placed one foot in front of the other walking side by side in silence. Jeff was the first to break the silence.

“I am glad we got that out of the way. Mum and Dad are going to see a lot more of you. They need to get used to that.” He held my hand and looked into my eyes, “I meant what I said just now, it doesn’t matter what they think. I have always thought you are very lovely. You are beautiful and intelligent and fun to be with, I’ve been away too long and I have missed you growing up… into this.” He stood before me, palms open, his eyes following the curves of my body.

I didn’t know what to say and was turned away from him as I felt my face burn, partly due to embarrassment, partly due to an excess of hormones coursing through my veins. I would have jumped on him then and there if I could. When I eventually found some words I struggled to get them out and stammered the first two. “Ahhh emmml, err, I mean, I am flattered Jeff. Thanks, but… you should be saying that to some of the beautiful women your own age. I am sure you must have a girlfriend… a wife?”

“I’m not married,” he laughed, “but I have been in a serious relationship over the last few years. It ended.” He looked distant. “Can you believe that I came back home to get away from women?” The words sounded sincere, but I thought I had put the right amount of force into them, but not enough to cause offence. He decided to change the subject. “How are your parents, Rachel?”

As he finished speaking, I swung around and stood directly in front of him. “They are well thanks, mum had a scare a few months ago when she found a lump, but she got the all clear last week. But you are changing the subject, which is you. Us.”

“I want you, Rachel.” He said and his words spoke to something directly in my soul. I wanted to melt into his arms, kiss him and be with him forever. But I needed to be sensible about this. This was all too much too soon.

“Jeff, you can’t say things like that, you have been away making a success of life, you are literally old enough to be my father! I am just me, trying to make ends meet. We come from very different… worlds.”

He started to object, but I cut him off in mid-sentence, insisting he walk me to my front door. To my great relief, he only hesitated for a moment before nodding and leading me back the way we came then into the street.

“I would say the same thing every day, Rachel,” he said as we carefully made our way over the grass. “I know I can’t let you slip through my fingers, I’m not crazy, I know what I am saying.”

It was time to pull out the big guns. “Jeff, it is lovely that you think that way, but I am a young woman looking for a purpose in life and the ex-girlfriend of your brother! Your parents hate me and always have. You can do so much better than me.”

“I don’t suppose you realise this, but I wanted you back then. I was jealous that you only seemed to have eyes for my brother. I think last night was more than just a one night stand. It was a taste of what could be… every day of my life. Everything felt so right with you. Give me a chance?”

I was once again struck dumb as I struggled to make sense of what he was saying and, if I was honest, my very real ego boost from his words, even if I did suspect lust for a younger woman was doing most of the talking. I decided to continue on a firm track.

“Look,” I said with not nearly as much conviction as I felt might be appropriate, “you are treading very thin ice approaching a girl who is almost half your age like this, I think maybe we should drop the whole subject now.’

Jeff simply nodded and we increased pace slightly as we entered the pool of light from my front porch. We parted without words as I entered the house. I made my way to the drinks cabinet as I realised I was now shaking with the shock and, yes, to be honest, the excitement of what had just happened. Did I lead him on? Did he really want me as much as I wanted him?

I felt the sticky mess in my panties and knew that it could already be too late. I drank an entire glass of wine in short order before grabbing another and began to plan my weekend. This certainly had not been part of my plans.

Sometime later in the day, after cleaning the house and completing my chores, I once again made my way outside and walked into the garden to try and stop the whirling maelstrom of emotions rampaging in my head. I stopped at the garden seat. I didn’t sit down, but continued walking slowly as I thought. Eventually I was as far as I could go and sat down on a tree stump that had been cut down and shaped into a sort of high backed throne.

I was still wrapped in my own thoughts as I spotted a shape moving and approaching. I sat dead still Jeff’s voice cut through the cool evening air.

“I saw you sneaking out and decided to follow, look, I am sorry if I upset you earlier, it was the last thing I wanted to do.”

“There is no need to apologise Jeff, I am sure you didn’t want to cause any offence, but you need to remember what I said.” I was certain that my words sounded decisive, even if I wasn’t. The truth was that I was very flattered by his attention and it had been a long time since anyone had said anything like it to me. I hoped it didn’t show.

Jeff stood in front of me, breathing deeply I noticed as I observed his chest rising and falling. He really was very handsome and I couldn’t help my mind wandering off and imagining him naked once more. I remained in this mode of thought for quite some moments as we faced each other in the growing darkness, features just visible in the tiny glimmer of light emanating from the setting sun. Suddenly I realised what I was thinking and snapped out of my daydreaming. I started to rise.

Whoever had cut the tree into a chair had taken the seat a bit low. This was a fact that I realised as I tried to rise from my sitting position. Realising my difficulty, Jeff offered both hands to assist which I gladly accepted. As I rose, propelled by those strong arms, I realised that he was standing very close to me. As I straightened my legs, those same strong arms pulled me into an embrace and held firm against his body. I could feel him, lithe, muscular and toned, solid in comparison to my softer body so that I moulded to him as he pulled me close.

His lips met mine and all of my defences fell away instantly. Eagerly I accepted his probing tongue and pushed back with my own. His hands, still firm against my back, began to slowly caress and run over it. I melted and submitted to him totally, trusting him to hold me and not to let me fall. His hands slipped down the small of my back and ran down over my buttocks. Again he applied pressure pulling my lower body into him applying force to my behind. Such was the pressure that I became aware of his hardness pressing into my stomach. He was very hard indeed and I felt a sudden flood of excitement in my own loins.

More urgently now, he pressed his lips, his tongue flicking and darting into my eager mouth, my own tongue responding in kind, probing, testing, tasting. His grip slackened as he ran his right hand around my side, under my arm and directly onto my left breasts. My nipples sprang hard, pushing against the thin fabric of my bra. His fingers sliding, testing, before finally locating my hard nipple and squeezing gently, sending waves of pleasure through the core of my being. His left hand joined his right on my other breast before rapidly slipping down my body, under my skirt hem and up the inside of my thigh. I felt him tremble as his hand ran over the top of my stocking and onto bare flesh.

In seconds his probing fingers had found my crotch and I willingly thrust my hips forward allowing him better access. His fingers ran around the leg of my panties and effortlessly parted the material from my inner leg and made their way to the slick excited wetness that lay below. He ran a finger over the outside of my pussy lips, spreading my juices around their outer edge. I felt another thrill of excitement as first one, then another finger entered me, easily sliding up into my most sacred place, spreading me and making me ready for what must surely follow.

Suddenly my head sprang back into action. I wanted this, I wanted it very badly indeed, but to be caught out in the open was bad enough, but to add regret at hasty actions was a step too far. Roughly I pulled away from him, causing him to groan.

“No… We can’t do this, Jeff,” I said, sounding as though I was about to burst into tears. “We can’t because… we aren’t being sensible… and it’s just wrong.”

“How can it be wrong, we both want this?” he whispered. He looked like a little boy who was lost and I nearly gave in on the spot. I held my resolve and set off back to my house vowing not to come out again until then next day. I would not look back. This was far too sudden… too fast… it wasn’t appropriate! He was older, I needed to think about the morning after pill, and our parents would kill us then each other. I think he was initially startled by the suddenness of my departure and it took him a few paces to catch up. He took me by the arm and begged me to stop.

“Rachel, I need you,” he said, “I have needed you since forever and I want to have you, urgently, here and now. I want this and everything that follows. I want you.”

I had to think of something to say and I was struggling against the fog of confusion and my own urgent desires. “OK, here’s the deal. You say that to me again when you and I have been on a date… just one date, no sex! Then we will see what happens from there.”

I could tell he was almost as confused as me as it took a while for my words to sink in. Eventually he nodded his agreement and we continued our journey towards the house. I have never been so glad of a decision as I was at that moment as I spotted my Mother approaching.

“Oh, there you are, I have been looking all over for you, it is nearly time for dinner.” I was sure that my face was about to give the whole game away, but just about held it together to make an excuse. “You remember Jeff from next door, don’t you?”

“Yes of course, hello Jeff, how are you? It has been years! I am glad to see you are getting reacquainted with the neighborhood. Are you staying long?”

“Until I get my own place. Rachel and I were just having a catch up, I didn’t realise the time.”

“Oh that’s nice, but I am afraid I really must tear her away as I need a little help in the kitchen.”

With that we set off along the path to the house and I was glad of the darkness inside for hiding the redness of my face. I worked almost mechanically as I fought my conflicting feelings again. Feeling quite sensible and calm now, I knew that my feelings for him were wrong. I had never been tempted so badly before and I vowed I never would again. As I climbed into bed that night, I thanked my good sense for stopping things before they went past the point of no return. It was a close call and I genuinely felt sorry for Jeff, I had undoubtedly let things go too far. I caressed my tummy and wondered if it was already too late.

——–

The next morning, a Sunday, I was spared the need to further cover my embarrassment with my parents as I got up late, just in time to say goodbye to them as they departed to spend time with friends. They did this every Sunday. I smiled at how much of a habitual creatures they were. I would at least have some time to further distance myself from my guilt trip from the previous night’s events and make plans that didn’t involve carrying Jeff’s baby.

That was a mistake. My mind immediately filled with thoughts of Jeff and the pleasures we had shared. I did allow myself a smile recalling how desperate my new boyfriend had been, how aroused he was and how quickly he had found his way into my underwear. I made a coffee and sat in the kitchen slowly recovering before wandering to the shower room for a long, hot, soapy drenching, just what the doctor ordered. That afternoon I would make a visit to the pharmacy for a pill to ensure I didn’t complicate things further. I wasn’t on birth control and a baby with a man I had only just met shouldn’t be on my agenda… but how I wish it was. I imagined our little family… our perfect lives. He was an amazing lover and was an eligible and self made man.

Some considerable time later, as I was drying my hair with a towel, I became aware of the doorbell. I decided at first it was probably some religious nutcases trying to drum up members of their community. The ringing persisted and I felt obliged to answer thinking that my parents had forgotten something and their door keys. I quickly threw a robe on and ran to the door. There, standing with a bunch of flowers in his hand, grinning from ear to ear, was Jeff. My mouth hung open, I had been certain that he would never come to the house again. My mind was racing, I had better not let the neighbours see, gossip from them would be the undoing of me. Quickly, I beckoned Jeff inside the house. I was still standing slack jawed when he spoke.

“You said you wanted to go on a date. Well, here I am and I want to do this properly, Rachel. Will you go out with me? My brother knew your folks would be going out as they always do on Sundays. I checked for the car as I passed the house, went to the florist and bought these flowers, then came straight here. Are you free?”

I could only meet his words with silence. He continued.

“Anyway, I was serious last night, you make me tremble all over when I think of you, I have always wanted you and I want you desperately now and forever. I wanted you desperately last night too. Every sinew of my body aches for you. I would like to date you… I want to find my happily ever after… I don’t want to lose something so special. Please… say yes.”

He exhaled deeply and whispered, “Wow. I forgot how good you are with words.” He didn’t blink, or turn away, he just stood there, taking me in. It made me blush, the way he was staring at me. No one had ever looked at me like that.

“Oh,” he exclaimed, abruptly remembering the flowers he had brought. He handed me the bouquet, smiling.

“These are gorgeous,” I murmured, surprised. “Are they some kind of rose?”

“Lisianthus!” He announced to me proudly, grinning. “They’re pretty, right? I had to write down what they were called because I knew I’d forget. I know it’s kind of a cliche but I wanted to get you something beautiful, and it’s also sort of a hint.”

“A hint?” I asked, perplexed, waving him inside so I coulf set the flowers in water.

“For our date, if you’re interested?” he responded.

“Really?” I asked, wheels turning. Where was he going with flowers? Or was the name a hint?

“Shit, I shouldn’t have said anything,” he laughed immediately. “Don’t guess! It will take all the fun out of it! Do you want to give this relationship a chance? Please, say yes?” He begged.

“Ok, ok,” I giggled, arranging the fragrant blossoms into a jar. Then, without thinking, I hugged him tightly.

“Thank you. I was hoping to see you again and have this… romance… play out properly,” I told him softly in his ear.

He pressed his temple against mine and I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Or maybe it was mine, the beats indistinguishable between us, our bodies practically one.

“I would happily skip to the end and declare my undying love for you, Rachel. I really want to do things right,” he sighed. “I’ve been frantic all day. I wanted to call but I didn’t want to harass you if you were just being kind. I thought that what you did for me, maybe you did it because you’re a good person, not because you were attracted to me. I was afraid to overstep.”

“I was attracted to you!” I pulled away, lifting my head to meet his gaze. I corrected myself.

“I am attracted to you.”

I could feel the heat spread across my cheeks when I said it, freckles hidden beneath the sudden flush.

Jeff hugged me again, then lifted his hand to my jaw. He lowered his face towards mine, our lips meeting softly. We shared one single kiss, sweet and gentle.

“I could do that all night,” he whispered. “But I want to take you out first. You deserve a great date, I hope I can give you one.”

He looked down at my feet, “I was going to make sure you wore comfortable shoes. Are those ok to walk in?”

“Yep,” I smiled. “I’m good.”

I was practically floating anyway.

He walked me out to his car, a Porsche, and like a true gentleman he opened the passenger door and saw me inside. He then joined me and we set out on our magical mystery tour. He pulled in at the botanical gardens just before sunset, stretches of its lush foliage awash in a warm, inviting glow. There was something magical about being here in the evening, as though we had accidentally stumbled into the backyard of a god, each shrub and tree and flower bathed in gold, beckoning us with light.

“I didn’t know you could come here this late,” I murmured, momentarily paralysed by the gardens’ beauty.

“It’s usually closed, but they have it open this week for nighttime walks,” Jeff grinned, clearly excited. “I don’t know much about plants but it looked pretty romantic to me. I hope it’s ok.”

I squeezed his hand, still shocked by the bounty surrounding us. “It’s more than ok. This is incredible!”

“Wait until the sun goes down,” he laughed. “They have lights everywhere. It’s going to be like a fairytale out here.”

For a moment he looked shy, embarrassed about his own enjoyment, so I kissed his cheek and thanked him. This was perfect.

We wandered inside one of the buildings, a tall glass conservatory filled with tropical plants. Vines cascaded down from the ceiling, dense and sumptuous greenery arched over the concrete paths. I held his hand as we walked through it, pointing out plants or flowers as they stirred our curiosity, when suddenly, I let out a small squeal and jumped.

“What was that?” Jeff asked with concern.

“A butterfly,” I admitted, giggling. “Oh, crap!” I flinched again, squeezing tightly onto his arm.

“Oh,” he said with adoration and love in his eyes, “you’re afraid of butterflies?”

I hit him tightly, pretending to be offended. “Flappy giant bugs!” I cried in self-defense.

“But if you watch closely you can see the beauty in them,” he smiled, “just like you”.

“I know they’re beautiful,” I ducked as another one made a drunken beeline for my head. “But they’re still bugs. Big ones!” I buried my face against his neck.

“Oh my god,” he looked crestfallen, “I’m so sorry Rachel, I had no idea. It’s like you’re afraid of tiny horses and I took you to a petting zoo.”

“I can be brave,” I assured him. Proud of myself for soldiering on. Shaking only a tiny bit but he held onto me protectively.

“We can go back outside anyway,” he smiled, kissing my shoulder. He pointed out beyond the glass walls, “The sun is almost down, let’s watch the rest out there.”

I followed him to a small bench and we rested for a moment, watching the sun sink below the horizon as the garden lights came on, surrounding us with the pale flickering glow of fairy lights. Lost in a sea of electric fireflies, hovering, humming. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, memorising this moment. He was so protective of me. Yes he was older but he looked at me like I was fragile and precious to him. I liked that a lot.

We walked through the gardens afterwards, wandering through the trees and their lanterns, strings of glass orbs softly illuminating verdant branches. I filled my lungs with the aroma of the plants and the scent of Jeff, absorbed by the beauty of this place and dizzy with attraction. I had never felt so close to someone I barely knew, but I guess our connection was far from typical.

“Time for me to take you to dinner,” he announced when we neared the end of the trail. “I didn’t know what you liked so I made reservations at a couple different places, I’ll cancel whatever you don’t want. There’s sushi, Italian, and some super old-school steakhouse. The kind of place where they will definitely call you honey or sweetheart.”

“As long as nobody calls me sugartits,” I giggled.

Jeff laughed, but I caught his eyes briefly scanning my chest. Probably wondering where they were. He looked away quickly.

“I promise not to call you sugartits.” He said, raising his eyebrows mischievously.

I returned a sly smile. “Maybe later,” I shrugged, knowing he would never call me anything that ridiculous. I immediately started to formulate some pet names for him in my head.

We held eye contact for a moment, and it was like nothing else existed. The entire world contained in a single moment, the rest not yet breathed into existence.

“Italian please.” I whispered.

“Your wish is my command,” he breathed, “your carriage awaits.” With that we linked arms and made our way back to his car then onwards to the restaurant.

——–

“Good choice, Rachel,” Jeff nodded as we finished our meals, “This is a top class restaurant and the food was amazing.” Jeff said happily, paying his respect as I popped the last of my pasta into my mouth.

“I know,” I swallowed and grinned. “It’s not cheap either. I wish I could eat like this every day without gaining any weight.”

“You look perfect as you are, Rachel." 

"Trust me, I could get used to this,” I added, reaching for my napkin.

“Well, I could arrange that,” he replied, taking a swig of his beer. “I love spending time with you. You are fascinating.”

I clinked my glass against his and smiled. He wasn’t kidding, it was written all over his handsome face. I loved it.

“So,” he continued, taking a deep breath and lifting an eyebrow.

“My brother… How far did things go with Joseph?”

I almost choked. I didn’t need a mirror to know how red my face was at that moment.

“That seems like such a long time ago now.”

“He used to talk about you all the time. I just…” he carefully chose his words,“…didn’t want to… make things awkward… between you both.”

“I was young, and I was besotted with him… but your parents ended it before…” Now it was my turn to stumble on my words.

“Did you have sex?” He asked, curious. His eyes searched mine.

“I wanted to,” I confessed. “I think I was ready. But we only did… a few things together." 

"I see.” He said. I tried to read his thoughts and could see that he was trying to come to terms with what might or might not have happened. I decided to put him out of his misery.

“We fooled around. He made me cum with his fingers. I gave him a hand job. The night your parents found us we were going to have oral sex for the first time.”

“Oral sex?” He smiled, leaning in.

I set down my napkin. I was embarrassed now, and a little afraid. I didn’t want him to look at me any differently than he had tonight.

“Does it bother you, if we did things?”

I held my breath.

“Oh! No no,” he laughed. “Honestly, it’s kind of hot. Ok, it’s really hot. But mostly, yeah, maybe it’s a little untraditional that you were with him but I can see why he was into you. Rachel, I just want you to be completely at ease with… me.”

“I am, Jeff. Joseph and I were looking to conquer a few firsts. We were young and he made me feel like I was becoming a woman. It was years ago. I’ve barely seen him since.”

“Then I’m glad that you both found a way to make each other’s life a tiny bit better. I would never hold that against you, Rachel.”

He reached for my hand.

“I’m pretty open,” he told me, his voice thoughtful, “even if you were, you know, a thing back then, I don’t think I mind. You care about people. I would never want to change that or hold you back from being who you want to be. Or being with who you want to be with.”

I can’t believe how understanding he was. His brother and I were never more than friends. Yes, we shared a clumsy fondle and an orgasm or two, but Jeff was keen to let me know he didn’t care.

Actually, he seemed grateful.

I squeezed his hand, relieved. There was nothing sweeter he could have given me, nothing more important he could have said, than simply encouraging me to be myself.

I’d spent years wishing I was someone else, and I didn’t want to go back.

He didn’t want me to either.

“Do you think we should grab a drink?” He asked once he had polished off our meals and paid the tab. “There’s a really cute bar a few blocks down.”

“Sure!” I smiled. I didn’t care where we went, I just didn’t want this night to end.

I grabbed my jacket and purse from the booth and slid out to stand beside him. He held the door open for me as we left, exiting into the fading heat of a summer night.

We only made it a block when it happened. A flash of light, then the world abruptly cracked open, unable to hold the flood back any longer. I gasped as torrential rain hit the pavement, water soaking through my dress and hair. It was so sudden, so unexpected. Our bodies were drenched and dripping.

Jeff grabbed my hand and we darted into an alley, hiding against the wall beneath an overhang. Deaf to any sound but the rain pounding the cement and pouring onto the cars around us.

He was leaning with his palms against his knees, laughing. Both of us cracking up at this immediate pivot in our night. I was still giggling when I saw that he stopped, that he was watching me intently… Staring at the way my dress now clung to my wet body, my nipples obviously hard and visible through the soaked fabric. As if caught in a spell he reached for my face and kissed me.

He wasn’t slow or gentle this time, his restraint washed away by the summer storm.

He kissed me harder, pressing me against the wall. I moaned, grabbing onto his back. I wrapped my fingers around his arm, lean but muscular. His hand moved to my collarbone and his bicep tensed, I pressed my hips against him in response.

He moved his mouth along my neck, gently sucking and biting as he slipped the straps of my dress and bra off my shoulder, pulling them lower, exposing a single breast. My flesh was cool and wet, my nipples thick and stiff when he drew one into his mouth.

I shivered as he flicked his warm tongue against it, circling and caressing. Pulling the nub even tighter.

I ran my hands through his thick hair and tilted my head back. The rain was still streaming down around us, there was nobody else out there, but I didn’t think I would even have minded if there was. I didn’t care who saw me like this, pinned against a wall, dress partially pulled down with Jeff’s lips searching my chest. The scent of the rain on the warm pavement was filling the air, filling our future with nostalgia for that moment. A story to tell our grandchildren.

His hand reached up to cup me as his mouth met mine again.

“Can I take you back home?” He whispered.

“Yes,” I responded.

Yes, I begged.

Pleading.

Let’s go.

——–

We barely made it through his parents’ front door when Jeff kissed me again. I dropped my purse and coat on the ground, backing up against the wall, feeling his body pressed against mine as we made out. His erection jutted hopefully against his pants. I wanted to touch it again, to feel it through the fabric, brushing my fingers against his head, searching along his shaft.

He didn’t give me the chance.

He knelt down on the ground, his hands running along my thighs. He peeled my damp panties away from my skin, pulling them all the way down my legs, parting them slightly. His fingers teased between my lips, finding a different kind of moisture than the rainwater permeating our clothes. Uncovering a small flood of my own.

“Are we alone?” I gasped.

“Yes.” He replied before letting out a slight sigh of approval when he sensed how aroused I was, gently plunging a finger deep into my body. This wasn’t the first time I had been fingered in this house. Jeff wasn’t the first Richards to have his fingertips on my most sensitive and private parts. But his touch was more experienced and pleasure inducing. He removed his probing finger, now coated with my wetness, before plunging in once more, adding another finger and doubling my pleasure. I closed my eyes and moaned when he lifted my dress and brought his head between my legs. The tip of his tongue flirted with my clit while his fingers moved softly and deliberately inside of my pussy, rubbing along the inner wall, making me tremble with desire.

“Jeff,” I whispered, bracing myself. Running my fingertips down through his hair as he continued working his hands and mouth against me, licking and sucking my clit in rhythm with his fingers.

I moved my hips back against him, breathing faster. He increased his pace to match mine, every sensation in my body distilled to a single spot between my legs. Each flick of his tongue against my clit sending waves of pleasure up my spine.

I was getting so close.

“Oh, Jeff. Don’t stop,” I murmured. “Please don’t stop.”

He increased his pressure and my entire body began to shake uncontrollably.

“Fuck,” I exhaled. “Right there.” I tilted my head back against the wall, wet hair tumbling down my back.

His hand on my hip, pulling me harder against his mouth.

“Cum for me, Rachel,” he whispered.

I was over the edge as soon as he said the words, softly bucking against his mouth, cumming around his fingers as they gently pumped inside of me.

“Ahhh…You taste amazing…” he said in a hushed voice against my thigh, his hand moving slower, carefully pressing into my pussy. Responding to each contraction. His tongue probed gingerly between my slick folds then he replaced his fingers back inside of me, drawing the juices from my body into his.

I wanted to sink onto the floor. To melt, my body as no more than a puddle. It was taking every ounce of energy I had to remain upright.

Jeff looked up at me and smiled, and I covered my face shyly. I didn’t expect to orgasm so quickly. I had no idea he could do that to me. I was in awe of this man.

“Oh, you’re not done,” he laughed, standing back up and trailing his hand down my arm and my wrist, pressing into my palm. “At least, I hope not,” he added.

I don’t know what to say so I kissed him, exploring his tongue with my own, tasting myself in his mouth. Sweet, salty. His saliva mixed with my nectar.

I continued kissing him as we held onto each other, leading him to his old bedroom.

I lifted my wet dress and bra over my head, shivering. He paused to look at me again, to take my body in now that I was fully nude. I could see his penis begging to escape his pants and I ached for it. I was throbbing, seeing how badly he wanted me. Knowing how badly I wanted him. I unbuttoned his damp shirt, slipping him out of it. Kissing the muscles of his shoulders and chest as my hands worked their way down to his zipper.

We pulled his pants off of him, following with his wet boxer briefs. He held me tightly against his body, offering me his warmth, his lean and toned figure pressing against my slender one while his hands grazed my hips, my ass, my breasts.

Oh how I needed him. I briefly considered contraception but I knew I wanted to take his sperm and cherish it. I wanted my eggs to be bathed in his potent seed. I wanted to be his, joined to him forever and a day. I needed to be his woman, inseminated with his babies. Fuck! What was I thinking! But I smiled secretly to myself - we would create beautiful children together.

I lowered my hand to wrap it around his erection, testing the smooth flesh with my fingers. Running them lightly up and down his magnificent cock. Listening to him sigh.

I guided him to his small bed and let him lie back as I kissed my way down his abdomen, lips brushing and tasting along his tight core, following the subtle trail of hair down his flat stomach. The arrow of muscle between his hips.

My face was now level with his pelvis, and I brought my mouth down to his gently throbbing. Kissing it softly. Licking it slowly.

I moved my lips down his shaft, worshipping his erection with my tongue. Fitting him easily into my mouth.

He moaned as I swirled my tongue around him, massaging it against his underside. I moved up and down his sweet cock, wrapping my lips more firmly around him.

“Oh, wow. Shit. Wait, slow down,” Jeff gasped and struggled as I began to suck. I released his manhood with a pop and looked directly up into his dreamy eyes.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, knowing the sight of me worshiping his erection, wide eyed and innocent looking, would drive him insane… making him putty in my hands.

“Oh quite the opposite,” he sighed. “You are incredible, Rachel. I just got too close. I don’t want to let go yet.”

“Oh, ok,” I murmured, my fingers still absentmindedly exploring his penis.

“Watching you suck me, looking into your eyes,” he began, “it was so hot. So dirty!” He blushed.

“Oh, I know how to be a dirty girl, Jeff.” His eyes lit up.

“You do?”

“Of course,” I responded.

“I was wondering if you could do that for me.”

His penis bobbed as he said the words. He was ready.

So was I.

I wanted to watch him touch it.

“Play with your dick for me, Jeff,” I instructed him, softly.

I looked to him for approval and he smiled then closed his eyes, his breath quickening as he wrapped his finger and his thumb around his shaft.

“Use your fist,” I demanded.

He covered his cock with his hand and I sigh. He moaned almost imperceptibly, and returned to slowly stroking his cock. Gliding his fingers down his length and over his head.

I loved watching him like this, imagining how he looked when he was alone. His manhood looked beautiful, no more than average in size, but I knew it fit me perfectly. It turned me on that he was pleasuring himself for me, that he was embracing that feeling. His eyes were still shut and I wondered, would he notice if I touched myself too? And if he did, would he mind?

I decided to find out, lowering my hand between my legs as he continued jerking himself off for both of our enjoyment.

“I’ve never sucked such a beautiful cock before,” I whispered to him, cautiously massaging my clit. His eyes were still closed but I was going to become the dirty girlfriend of his dreams.

“You’re lucky I even let something that wide into my mouth,” I said huskily, “I nearly choked on it.”

He pulled himself faster, then slower again. I missed feeling his purple head against my tongue and the salty tang of his manhood.

“I wanted you the first time I saw you,” I whispered confessionally, even though it was lie… Jeff was always out of reach… older, sexy and desirable yes, but to a preteen I only had eyes for his brother, Joseph. “I wanted to tell everyone I was fucking you. I couldn’t believe such an attractive older guy could want a little slut like me.” I watched his cock jump in his hand and smiled.

“I am so much younger than you, I’ve never given myself to a man so willingly. I want you Jeff. I want to fuck you every day for the rest of my life. I want to scream your name in ecstasy as your parents bang on the bedroom door. I want to have your babies!”

He let out a small cry of pleasure, his cheeks flushed. I rubbed my clit faster, hands trying to calm the throbbing elicited by this new experience.  My breathing was now as fast as his own.

“I always had a thing for older men, I guess,” I offered honestly, “You know just how to treat a woman. My pussy has ached for you all day, Jeff. You’re not like the other boys… you’re nothing like your brother. I want you,” I gasped, “I want you inside me!”

“I want you… you’re incredible… I’ve never met anyone like you…”

“Is there anyone else in your life, Jeff?” I questioned. “Can we really be together?” In that moment he would have agreed to anything but it made my nipples tingle and my womb throb to ask. I paused, wondering if I had said too much.

“Rachel, I belong to you,” he murmured. “There is only you.”

Ok, then, on we go.

I continued moving my hand between my legs, shocked at how wet I was. I know he wouldn’t care if he saw but I felt a little guilty that he didn’t know I was touching myself too. That I was enjoying it as much as he was. My finger tip was flicking my exposed clitty when I noticed he had stopped masturbating. His eyes were open, locked on my vulva as my fingers strummed incessantly.

I stopped and looked up at him, my full, pink lips contorting into a pout again. “Jeff, doyou want to fuck me?”

“Of course I do, baby,” he reassured me. “But… mmm…” he was silenced as I quickly found his cock and wrapped my hand around it, giving it a few slow strokes. He loved my attention on his cock, but he wasn’t ready to give in and do me yet, and I knew it. It was time to play dirty.

“Do you want my hot little mouth back on your cock, Jeff?” he groaned uncomfortably as I slid down until my face was level with his cock. “Don’t you want me to suck your cock and play with your balls?” I looked him directly in the eye, “I think my older lover wants to fuck my little throat and cum in my mouth?” I inched closer to my prize as I spoke, breathing on his  semi-erect cock. He couldn’t help but let out a moan, knowing that all he wanted was to fuck my mouth until my jaw was worn out. “Jeff?” My soft lips barely grazed his cock in a teasing kiss and he jerked from the gentle but effective sexual torture.

He clenched his jaw as his resolve quickly melted away and his hand moved to the back of my head to guide me closer to his cock. “Go ahead, sweetie.”

I gave him a wicked smile before sliding down from him and onto my knees on the bedroom carpet, licking my lips as I looked down at his delicious cock. He groaned in anticipation as I kissed the head of his swollen member so lightly and innocently that he was ready to grab me by my hair and force his cock down my throat, but somehow he managed to hold back and his patience paid off. I opened my mouth and suckled on the head of his cock like it was a lollipop, my tongue slipping on the underside and working it a bit, getting him harder by the second. I grinned as I let the rest of his cock slowly eased into my hot, wet mouth, sucking harder as I went along to let it all in. He felt the restrain of my throat’s natural gag reflex for a moment before penetrating deeply and immediately he was in heaven. He let out something like a cross between a groan and a moan of ecstasy, bucking his hips up so that my lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. I sucked hard, moaning a bit to cause vibrations to filter up along his member before I pulled my head back, tossing my hair to one side before I slid back down so that he could watch every inch of his hard cock disappearing into my young mouth. His moans were coming more frequently as I started to bob my head up and down his shaft, making sucking and smacking sounds as he thrusted gently.

With his cock nice and hard, I pulled away and let his cock pop out of my mouth. He almost growled in frustration as I smiled impishly up at him. I looked back at his cock and noted the smallest bit of pre-cum at the tip. I was quick to lick it up greedily. “Yum… does my baby want to cum in my mouth?”

“Yes,” he grumbled, again fighting the urge to savagely fuck my face.

“Then stand up and fuck my mouth,” I said, crawling backwards. He did a double take, as if he might have misheard, but a moment later he didn’t waste his time. He was on his feet, hands behind my head, guiding me to his cock. I grinned and opened my mouth up for him and slipped his throbbing penis between my voluptuous lips. Jeff moaned again as his cock slid into my throat and began to slide in and out as he fucked my mouth like a pussy.

I closed my eyes and sighed as he had his way with my face, though I was instantly brought to attention when his hand slipped down and found a breast, roughly mashing it in his hand, his thumb flickering over my nipples. I whimpered at first at the unusual attention while I was giving him oral pleasure, but I didn’t pull away. In fact, I let out a low moan as he continued to drive his sex in and out of my mouth.

My tongue started to twirl around the very tip of his cock, working it and sucking harder and harder. I gave the lightest, playful nibbles on his rock hard shaft, which sent him over the edge. He was now panting hard. “Aww, fuck, Rachel. Nngh. I’m gonna cum in your sweet little mouth. Ah…” he slammed into my throat one last time and let out a deep moan as the first spurt of his ejaculate coated my throat. His cock twitched as a few more streams of his salty cum drained out into my eager mouth and I swallowed it all up, working my mouth lazily down his shaft to clean it up of any stray cum before letting it pop back out.

He worked his fingers through my hair as I licked my lips and smiled, looking up at him. “Oh Rachel, you are perfection. You know just how to get me off.”

I began to stand and shrugged it off. “Practice makes perfect and I’m eager to learn from my more experienced lover.”

“Haha, I’m just sorry I didn’t have a bigger load for you to take,” he said in a mock apology.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and grinned. “Maybe next time?”

“For all time. Right,” he replied, nodding. “Now,” he started, his hands sliding down to the back of my thighs, “time for me to take care of you.” He gathered my little body up in his arms effortlessly, laying me gently down on his old bed. He climbed on top of me and instantly devoured my breasts, making me sigh and smile. I rubbed his shoulders as his tongue slid over an already se

My blog got shut down a few months ago but I decided to come back again because I just can’t stop supplying the world with beautiful big bellies. 

TL;DR: I’m back bitches

Oh look I’m not dead!! So my roommates and I have started a Hentai Discord that we’re totally down to share it! It would be subscription based and there would be tiers depending on how much or how little access you wanted. I’m still working on specifics so message me with any questions :)

I’m pregnant so I can’t take the medication I used to take to keep from waking up at night when Hubby fucked me in my sleep. He still does it but I wake up more often now.

Sometimes that’s even better. He uses me enough so by the time I wake up he’s almost ready to cum and can finish himself off in my pussy roughly like he likes to do or even turn me over to finish in my ass. He cums in my pussy a lot less now that I’m pregnant.

I’m pregnant and always horny. Hubby has had his fill tonight and is sleeping. Ask me questions. -W

It’s official… There’s a baby in this incubator. -W

I am SO HORNY! Anyone want to role play a pregnant sex and birth scene with me?! Please! This quarantine is making me stir crazy! DM me, please!

Request 381.10: aImagine you’re bred while breastfeeding (or pumping) and you continue to do both while pregnant. Breeding and stimulation is your kink and so is your husband’s, so you both let hormones and pheromones take control. You see, getting bred stimulates fertility while getting milked stimulates milk. So this endless cycle could go on throughout your fertile years. Oh, and don’t forget your diet for your unborn and born babies, preferably multiples and hyper-pregnancies.

Breeding, part 1

Pregnancy had been quite simple for me. I was made for this and it was what we both wanted, to grow our family from love and pleasure. Even right before the end, belly heavy and low, I took my partner, and we started my labor in the natural way. Mouth on a breast, stimulating the other, and preparing the body for birth.

It did not take long to find our routine as a new family, the small baby forever borrowed into my great breasts, asleep or feeding. They rarely cried, slept well, and the pattern emerged with a few months. The only problem we had was my over production of milk. No matter what we tried I just produced too much, and rather than pumping, my partner fulfilled my need to release more milk. With the smooth transition into parenthood, I was ready for more release than just from the milk in my breasts.

Hands rubbed and massaged my still swollen womb, softer and malleable after birth. As they sheathed themselves inside, they took one of my dark thick nipples in their mouth, and I shuddered as I felt my milk rush out. Running my hands over their belly swelling from the volume of milk being released. Once both emptied, their belly full and round with my milk, and my belly tight from them, it became our nightly routine.

Our child was barely 6 months old when we confirmed our second and third. My belly never quite going back down after birth, already round and full. We knew breastfeeding would keep me fertile, but we didn’t realize just how fertile I would be. However, my partner drank in the sight of me breastfeeding our almost 11month old child, the round full dome of our twins taking over my lap.

Once again, we prepared for birth in our home, his cock bringing me to the edge and bringing on labor with the breaking of my waters. We sent for the midwife, as we prepared for the two newest members of our family to join us. I was not as prepared for the intensity of this birth, my belly bigger and heavier than the first time, but I progressed faster. By the time the midwife made it to our home, our second child was resting on my belly suckling happily. Her suckling helping the labor for my third child to continue their way into the world. As the midwife takes the place of my partner, he comes and helps with my other breast, rubbing the top of the tight dome of my belly. Helping the contractions push our child further into my pelvis.

Keening into the next contraction, sweating dripping down my face, I can feel my third child crown. My midwife raises my leg up, and helps guide my child out with the next contraction. Crying and wailing from the pain and intensity, my third second son is placed next to his sister, crying loudly before latching. Both eyes watching me and my partner.

***3 years later***

My partner and I usually spend our evening outside, our motley crew of 7 crawling and playing in the lawn. Usually my partner chasing after the older three, and our nanny helping me with the others usually being fed before playing too. I knew breastfeeding as I did would increase my fertility, but we were surprised with how quickly I would start swelling with more children. In the few years we added four more children to our growing family, and I am currently carrying four within me. I only have a month left, but my ability to move is limited with four active babies inside me. There is rarely a moment other than when I am asleep that I do not have a child latched to my breast. But I fall asleep with my partner finishing off what the children could not finish.

My breasts have grown several cup sizes with the volume they make for my growing family, but not as much as my belly swells with life, never smaller than it was right after my first 4 years ago. And I have a lot of time left to keep having children, we are not ready for the conversation about when to stop, but how to keep up with how fertile I am.

My partner and his family are building us a large home, where we can have over 20 children. We might need a bigger one later, but we have time. Coming back to the image in front of me, I kiss the head of the six month old baby suckling on my breast. Their belly full of my milk, eyes slowly closing from the milk drunk as it’s called. I love these moments, removing my nipple from their slack out, swiftly placing back into my bra. I hand my daughter back to the nanny, who places her in a bassinet with her twin sister, also fast asleep after her own milk drunk. Rubbing my full belly, I feel my unborn babies move with my attentions, their movements getting stronger and less big as they take up more space in my womb. I’m already much bigger than I was even when I gave birth to my last set of twins, who were 10 and 11lbs respectively.

“You look so beautiful when you do that,” my partner states from beside me, “our babies are getting so big already, you ready for them?” His hands rubbed the big heavy globe in my lap, pushing where one of our children pushed back into him.

Sighing I nodded, giving him a small smile, “I’m more sad we will have to go to hospital for this birth. I know I could do it just fine at home. I’ve had 4 births safely at home, three were twins. But I don’t want to risk them, or myself either. I love them so much, and I know I’ll be ready for you to fill me back up after them. I’ve never felt so full and feminine all at the same time.”

His eyes crinkled with a smile, kissing my belly, along the ripple of stretch marks that came everywhere with this pregnancy, my belly stretching and growing bigger faster than ever.

“You’re so full, is this how full you need to be now?” He asked huskily, nodding to the nanny as she took the children inside.

“Maybe,” I smirked, “you think you can handle us growing exponentially?”

Taking my mouth with his, he showed just how much that’s exactly what he wanted, to keep me round and full with out growing family.

**2mos later**

Making it to a safe 35 weeks with 4 babies is hard, and once we were in the hospital, I was ready for the birth of my children. My belly was huge, pointed and bulging at the sides with our four children, somewhat misshapen from the life growing within. I had actually started going into labor naturally, and my midwife wanted to let my body do what it needed with support should things change with so many babies being born from one womb.

My body was made for this, and it was only an hour after arriving that I was ready to push baby one. Two hard pushes and our son was born, a nice 7lbs, big for a multiple, and within five minutes his brother joined him. Standing with my legs crouched, belly low as my third child filled my birth canal, I screamed as they stretched me further. My sons may have been big for quadruplets, which my midwife knew my children would be big, my daughters were bigger. Nine pounds, little rolls of fat all over her small body, and I could feel her sister coming down and I knew she was bigger.

“You keep giving me huge babies!” I wailed breathlessly. Moaning lowly as my fourth and last child filled my birth canal and then moved back up. My surprise must have been all over my face, because my partner then brought my sons to me, letting them latch onto my full breasts. Tears and sweat dripped down my face as he wiped my face with a towel tenderly.

Lips against my forehead, “You’re doing beautifully. There is no one who could carry so many large babies at one time. We both know you can do this, because we both want it,” and then he kissed me deeply. Our sons swaddled on the bed in position with their mouths full of boob suckled heartily. A contraction rippled through my still heavy middle, even if it was smaller than when I stated, it was heavy and deep in my pelvis.

As our sons suckled, their sister slowly made her way down with the contractions that came from their stimulations of my breasts. As she finally crowned my partner moved them back into the small bed for them, and placed their sister there. Her round chubby cheeks working hard as she latched immediately.

My partner positioned himself behind me, rubbing my firm heavy womb expertly. Helping my body finish bringing our last child into the world. Moaning she came out with three pushes and the deep burning like I had not felt before, my partner platting my belly to make sure the afterbirth came out with no difficulties and help with the immense swollen womb inside squeeze and settle.

The midwife places my fourth child, or eleventh overall, to my breast and states, “She’s a big one like her sibling, 12lbs!”

I chuckle, and kissed both their heads, chubby cheeks working furiously at filling their bellies with milk. They’d be milk drunk very soon.

After thirty minutes everything is done, and my partner and I are cuddled in bed with our newest members of our family, two girls and two boys.

In the month following their birth, we fall into the routine of a family with 11 children. Never stopping, I was constantly feeding someone, or two with them resting in my wrappings so I could carry and feed at the same time. My belly helping with holding more than one too. It was still very round and almost as big as a full term pregnancy, which was much smaller than it was before I had the quads. Every night my partner would rub and massage my still swollen belly as he suckled from my boobs, helping my womb contract back down.

Tonight he was rubbing with a bit more force than usual, and I was very aroused in a way I hadn’t since before giving birth.

“Your belly isn’t going down like it has before,” he said, rubbing the softened round belly in my lap. “Like it knows it needs to stay ready for the next litter I put in you.”

He almost growled the last bit, and I mewled, pushing my swollen middle more into his hands. “You want more don’t you,” I whisper, hands rubbing down his body to where he is aroused and throbbing.

“Is it safe?” He asks, hands holding my boobs in his hands as they overflow his palms.

“Yes, I want, no, I need you,” I whisper into his chest. Before long he is inside, and I don’t last long before I lose what control I had, his penetration and suckling on my nipple was another bring me over the edge. We brought each other to completion a few times that night. And our sex life began again only a month after the quads were born.

No surprise that a few months later my belly never shrank but began firming back up as it filled with life again. Mornings when there was no one in bed but the two of us, we would feel the firming change of my body with early pregnancy, guessing how many this time.

When we the midwife came for a checkup of the children and me, she smiled knowingly when she felt the firmness of my middle. And began feeling my firm mound and listened to the heartbeats. “I don’t know how many, but I’d day 3 or 4 but let’s check you via sonogram next month.”

We were only just beginning….

TBC

Hey! It’s Charlie again! Back at it with something that’s been floating in my brain for a while.

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Chris was convinced that he was part fairy. No, he wasn’t 3 inches tall, but he was only 4'10". But compared to his 7'8" boyfriend James, he was practically 3 inches tall.

He had always questioned why James was so tall, but he never asked, and just joked that the abnormally tall male was an alien or half giraffe.

It was his last night of college, and he had just finished his last final as he unlocked their apartment, dropping his bag and jacket on the floor with a mumbled “I’ll get it later..” as he continued walking to the bedroom.

James was on his laptop, which he quickly abandoned as Chris flopped on the bed, wiggling his way up until he had his head on James’ lap.

“Fuck me, that was hard and definitely not worth it for a dumb degree with my name on it.”, Chris said, and James moved them so that he was on top of Chris, with the smaller boy being pinned below him.

“Fuck you? Alright.”, James said, taking no time in pressing his lips on Chris’. Chris gave a throaty chuckle, letting James take full control like always. Their clothes were off in barely a second, and Chris moaned as James wrapped his hand around his cock, making it hard in an instant.

James started to pump his hand, making the pleasure build up in Chris, his back arching off the sheets as James led him to the edge of release before letting go and flipping Chris, which also let their lips break.

Chris whined, pushing his ass into James crotch, where his large cock was rock hard. James pushed Chris’ hips into the bed harshly, leaving angry red marks.

James shoved a finger into Chris’ asshole with a rough energy, eliciting a scream from Chris, as he threw his head back, his spine arching as he experienced the pleasureful pain that always came with getting fucked by James.

There was another finger added, then another, until James’ fist (and not a small one at that) was fucking into Chris’ hole, building up the pleasure again. James suddenly roughly pulled out and Chris felt the muscles in his ass pucker around something that wasn’t there anymore.

“James… why’d you AH!”, Chris screamed as James thrust his whole cock into Chris’ ass, the bigger male’s hips slamming into Chris. It drove Chris to the edge again, and Chris finally went over, another scream coming from his mouth as he came over the bed sheets.

James’ pace was simply brutal as he slammed into Chris, and there was that familiar buildup of pleasure before both of them came. There was a hesitation before Chris felt something else pushing at his ass.

“James? What is that?” James?“, Chris yelled, his voice climbing octaves as the thing pressing into his ass widened, threatening to rip him in half.

"I’m-I’m sorry Chris.. I’m sorry!”, James yelled, and something squelched into Chris with a heavy thud, and Chris was lifted off the bed as his stomach expanded into what could only be called a pregnancy bump, at least 3 months at that.

Before Chris could even process it, there was another hard thing pressing against his entrance. Chris’ eyes rolled back in his head as the pain stretched him in a familiar way that was quickly becoming pleasureable.

It landed with another thud and a sharp clack as it hit the one already in his stomach. This continued 8 more times, with more object eliciting more screams from Chris every time. It seemed as if the objects were getting bigger, stretching Chris more and more and threatening to rip him in half.

James had to be on his knees to even keep his dick in Chris’ hole and Chris was just balancing on his stomach, not even his feet touching the ground at the end of it. James pulled out with a squelching pop, and Chris was breathing heavily, his chest expanding and falling quickly.

“Chris? Chris are you alright?”, James said, walking around so that he could see the smaller boy’s eyes. Chris’ head was hanging, his hair drenched with sweat, and when he looked up at James, his eyes were half-closed, and his pupils were blown.

He looked drugged, or possibly still riding the wave of pleasure. James got him to a sitting position, where Chris’ stomach clacked with every move and extended past his knees, but was somehow still perky, with his belly button angry and red, popped out and looking like the size of a baseball.

It took about 10 minutes before Chris was clear headed enough to have a conversation with James.

“What the fuck was that?”, Chris said, still breathless and leaning heavily into James.

“I didn’t think it would happen till later, most of my family had it happen at 25, not 22! I’m really sorry, Chris. I didn’t mean for it to happen. However, there is the small chance they were fertilized, cause I did come several times…”, James said, all of his words tumbling out of his mouth in a rushed fashion.

“Didn’t expect what to happen?”

“Egg delivery…” James whispered, and Chris leaned against James with a sigh as his eyes fluttered closed. James tapped his cheek lightly and Chris sighed again.

“I’m tired, James… Tired… and-and heavy, and… and oh my god there are eggs, James!”, Chris yelled, his eyes popping open. “James, what the fuck! Eggs? Eggs and you didn’t think to tell me?”

~~

After a few months of freaking out, Chris was walking into the living room, watching James’ mother freak out around the apartment. Chris was walking slowly, waddling as his stomach bounced around, seeming to hit every wall and object in his way.

James’ mother had come in the first week and explained the whole thing to Chris, which had caused more confusion until Chris had eventually just stopped caring.

According to James’ mom, he was going to be an incubator of sorts for the eggs for 6 months. If they were fertilized, then they would be pushed out of Chris’ body in a very similar way to how they came in. If they weren’t fertilized, then they would sort of dissolve inside Chris.

His bellybutton rubbed against the couch, and the furniture moved a good foot towards the TV, but Chris was more focused on the deep breaths he was taking to try and stop his cock from getting harder in his sweatpants.

That was his newest problem, he was constantly horny. James had refused to fuck him since the incident, and Chris was now going on almost 6 months without any sexual action, and he could swear he was on the brink of death.

He finally decided that he would not take it anymore. He called out in the apartment “JAMES!”, he yelled, and the tall guy was right there, without hesitation.

“Yes, Chris?”, James said, and Chris backed him into a wall, not even attempting to hide his erection through his pants.

“You will get your mother out of here and you will fuck me senseless, right now, I demand it.”, Chris said, and James’ eyes widened.

“Chris… I can’t. There could be the risk of more of them coming and I can’t take that.”

“James. I want to be fucked. If that means more eggs, then that’s more eggs. Just please… please.”, Chris said, pulling the oldest trick in the book. His puppydog eyes.

“Chris.. more eggs means more strain on what you’re already going through.”

“James… maybe I like being full of your eggs, being heavy and full, pushing out and expanding everywhere…”, Chris whispered, walking his fingers across his stomach, his other hands rubbing little circles where James could definitely see them as Chris bit his lip.

“Mom! I think you should go! We’ve got it covered!”, James yelled out, and Chris gave a sickly sweet smile.

James took control, walking Chris backward into the bedroom as he heard his mom leave.

He pushed Chris so that his stomach was balancing on the bed, the small male’s feet touching the ground as James lined up with his hole, which was already practically dripping.

“Chris, are you sure?”, James said, and a rushed nod came from him, accompanied with a whine of wanting.

It continued in much that same fashion as before, except James let Chris get to the edge immediately, his cum splattering over the bed sheets and the floor.

Then there was a familiar push and a familiar stretching as James yelled out and Chris screamed, his eyes rolling back in his head and only the whites showing as he drooled onto his stomach, which was expanding with each egg that James added into him.

He added 10 more, and Chris’ bellybutton was almost at the other side of the bed when James was done. His head was covered in sweat, his eyes were hooded, and his pupils were blown. James pulled out, and Chris let out a small moan.

Chris kept moaning, even as James moved away from his ass, and James walked around to the side of the bed, crawling across and kneeling so that his head was next to Chris’.

“Chris, what’s wrong? Chris, talk to me.”, James asked, his voice spiking.

“James… James… ooh.. that burns…. James… James… James something’s coming.. JAMES!”, Chris yelled, his voice reaching a peak as he yelled, his eyes blowing open and his face contorting in agony.

“Chris… Chris… how can I help?”, James said, his mouth gaping open and closed.

Chris didn’t answer, just screaming as something continued to slowly make it’s way down his body, pushing and brushing things that ought not to be pushed and brushed.

Then it was pushing at his entrance, stretching him in the same way that it was when it came in. It inched out  until it was at the widest part, and it got stuck.

“James! James, help me, James it’s stuck, James! James help me!”, Chris yelled, screaming out to his helpless boyfriend, who flitted his hands around, not knowing what to do.

He touched Chris’ stomach and he pressed on it, trying to turn around so that he could get off the bed.

There was a squelching pop, and a cracking thud as the egg hit their wooden floors. Chris’ stomach shrunk, but was still massive as it dwarfed the bed.

Chris moaned, his eyes looking at James with tears in them. “9 more, right?”

“If they are all fertilized, then yes.”, James said, and Chris whined, his whine turning into a moan as another egg traveled down the path, faster than the first one. It was also bigger, and it stretched out the path, inching out of his hole and threatening to rip him in half.

Tears leaked out of his eyes, and he started sobbing as the biggest point was reached. He involuntarily pushed, and the egg fell out with a squelch and another cracking thud as Chris’ stomach shrunk once more.

He opened his eyes, his face blotchy and red as his chest heaved with rapid breaths. “… the… the new ones?”, Chris whined, and James nodded.

“They’ll know not to come out yet, they’ll stay in for the next six months. You’re doing great, Chris. You’re doing great.”, James said, holding Chris’ hand as he started to moan again as another egg pressed against his insides.

The process continued again and again, 6 more times to be exact.

Chris was entirely drenched in sweat, and the sheets were soaked with sweat as well. Chris’ stomach was shrunken down, almost to what it was when he first got implanted with the eggs, but it was obvious there was going to be some more effort on Chris’ part before it was over.

There was something humongous pushing at his ass in no time, and Chris let out another sob, squeezing James’ hand.

“It’s too big… I can’t do it! James, James it’s stuck! James! James I can’t do it.. I can’t.. I can’t do it.. James..”, Chris whined, his moans turning into small whines.

James brushed his hair out of his face, looking right into Chris’ eyes. “Chris, you can do this! You’re this close to being done. You’re almost done. I promise you’re almost done.”, he said, and Chris looked at him before pushing with all his might.

He screamed as the object stretched him to the point of breaking before 2 eggs fell out of his ass, clacking down onto the pile that was already on the floor. His stomach was now at the same size it was on that fateful night 6 months ago.

“James…. James… Oh god… James…”, Chris whined, reduced to a sobbing, moaning mess as James wiped the tears from his face and kissed him softly.

Chris, are you okay? God, that was amazing…“, James said, kissing the small male again.

"James… James that was so… so… so… so… so fucking hot. The way they just pushed out of me… God did you see that..? Did you see it?”, Chris said, tiredly looking up at James.

“God baby, I did… I saw it all. You were amazing.”, James said, kissing Chris’ forehead.

“I can’t wait to do this again…”

bros before hoes, dude.

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Hey, it’s Charlie here! This kinda just… popped into my head! Hope you like it!

Daniel, Nick, and Austin were gym bros. They worked out 12 hours a week together, went snowboarding on the weekends, they were inseparable. Daniel was by far the youngest of the group, having just turned 18 last weekend, while Nick and Austin were both 27.

None of the guys were small, with Daniel being 6'1" and the other two being at least 5 inches taller than him. Nick and Austin were more built however, with Daniel being as tall and lanky as the other guys were thick and muscular.

Daniel doesn’t remember what happened after the gym on Monday morning, but he woke up naked on a bed, obviously still struggling against some sort of drug. Was his protein powder switched out?

Wait, he got some from Nick, because he had run out on Friday and hadn’t been to the store. Was Nick okay?

“Nick? Nick, are you alright? Are you there?”, Daniel groggily called out, sitting up on the bed. Nick walked up to the end of the bed, also completely naked. As he came out from around the end, kneeling on the bed, Daniel struggled to keep his mouth shut.

Nick’s cock was bigger than anything he had ever seen before, it had to be at least 10 inches long, and as thick as Daniel’s wrist. “Oh I’m fine Daniel.”, Nick said, before lunging at him and having him pinned, face down onto the bed.

“Nick, what’s going- AH!”, Daniel said, cutting himself off with a scream as Nick slammed his cock into his ass. It was so big he was sure it was going to rip him in half. Nick, while still shoving a cock up Daniel’s ass that definitely should not be there, turned Daniel so that he was on his back, and he could see Nick’s face. Nick pulled back before slamming into Daniel again, eliciting another scream from the 18 year old.

“God, you’re fucking tight!”, Nick moaned, pulling back and slamming into him again.

Nick developed a fast rhythm, repeatedly slamming his cock into Daniel until Daniel was just a sobbing mess, his pleas reduced to nothing. Nick reached his high, and Daniel could feel the cum splattering against his insides with such strength, it drove him to his own climax. There was an impossible amount of pressure in Daniel’s stomach, and he watched in horror as his stomach ballooned out.

The pressure continued to build until his belly button audibly popped out, the skin angry and red with stretch marks marring what used to be a six pack. When his stomach stopped growing, he felt kicks slamming into the sides of what he assumed was now a womb. Daniel also noticed that he now had breasts, B’s that leaked milk as they started to bounce when Nick picked up his rhythm again.

He was impossibly pregnant.

Daniel screamed again as Nick slammed his cock into him over and over, going faster than he had before. His last scream was choked off as he felt another cock, as big as or maybe even bigger than Nick’s, slam into his throat. Daniel gagged, but he couldn’t do anything against Austin’s cock as the man used Daniel’s mouth to reach a high.

Both Nick and Austin climaxed at the same time, and the pressure behind Daniel’s stomach made him sob, and would have made him scream if Austin’s cock wasn’t in the way. His stomach ballooned out so that he could barely see Nick’s face, kicks constantly slamming into the sides of his massively pregnant belly. His breasts grew as well, becoming Double D’s as they continued to leak milk.

The sight of him alone must have been enough for Austin, because Daniel felt more and more cum slide down his throat, adding more pressure to his stomach and making it balloon out at least 6 more inches, blocking Nick’s face completely.

Nick and Austin repeated the steps, pounding into Daniel and climaxing over and over again. Both men probably came at least 7 more times, but Daniel lost count after 2, when they had to turn him on his side so his stomach and boobs wouldn’t suffocate him. Each bucket of cum from one of the men pushed his stomach out a good 6 or 7 inches more, and stretched his boobs a good 3 sizes.

By the end of it, Daniel’s stomach protruded at least 10 feet in front of him, the skin constantly rippling and almost bruising with kicks and punches. His breasts were constant fountains of milk, and his brain was reduced to nothing. His face had a blank look, and he drooled as Nick thrust his cock back into his ass, only needing 1 thrust to release another bucket of cum into him, swelling his stomach and boobs again.

As Nick pulled his cock out, Austin shoved his in, thrusting until he had reached his climax, coming inside Daniel. Except this time something was different. Daniel’s stomach swelled, as well as his breasts, but also a release of fluid gushed from his ass, and his muscles clenched around Austin’s cock, trapping the member there.

His giant belly shifted, and something was pressing hard down into him. His brain was screaming that he should push against the pressure, and he weakly responded, his muscles contracting and pushing the mass of pressure down until it was pressed against Austin’s cock. Austin moaned at the contact, his cock growing harder and harder as Daniel’s brain kept him pushing.

Daniel pushed Austin’s cock out of him just as Austin came, and then there was a baby’s head pressing against his tight rim. The head had to be as big as a grapefruit, and Daniel screamed as it pushed against the tight ring of muscle. Daniel’s face turned into a grimace as he pushed the baby’s head out. He felt Nick’s hands check something around his ass, but his brain just kept him pushing, intent on getting this baby out.

After around a minute, the baby popped out, a gush of fluid coming with it. The baby starts wailing, and Daniel can barely feel it as Nick holds it to his breast, overcome by the feeling of another baby pressing against him.

It takes 20 minutes before Daniel’s stomach is back to normal, his six pack glistening with sweat, Nick and Austin ever rotating the screaming babies and slowly draining his boobs. When they’re done, the 20 kids are the size of 2 year old toddlers, and are all in various stages of sleeping, some just laying there and rocking back and forth while giggling. Others are saying various words, just non-coherently saying random words.

Nick and Austin disappear for a few minutes, carrying the kids away. Daniel doesn’t remember them coming back as he passes out, exhausted from everything that happened.

When Daniel wakes up to his alarm, his phone says that it’s Tuesday morning, and his alarm title is “GYM WITH THE BROS!”. Daniel gets up, getting dressed and brushing off his memories as a really, really strange dream.

There’s protein powder in his cupboard, so he must have gone shopping. He gets to the gym and everything is normal, with his “dream” falling to the back of his mind, but whenever Nick stands a little too close behind him on a squat or Austin’s just a little to close to his head while he’s benching, Daniel knows.

He doesn’t say anything though, even when he wakes up on the same bed a month later.

because bros before hoes, dude.

What The Boss Offered Part 2

Mr. Boone walked into his office at 9am sharp and grinned at the sight before him. Beside his desk stood Sabine, holding a steaming cup of coffee, and sporting two wet spots on the front of her uniform. Well, Boone insisted it was a uniform, but it wasn’t exactly within company policy. It was a white bikini bathing suit that was nowhere near large enough to cover Sabine’s enormous breasts. She was still pregnant; he had made sure of that—now nearly fifteen months along and looking rounder and juicier than ever. He strode over to her, pulled her bikini top to one side, and squeezed to express the first milky stream of the day. She gave a small, stifled sound as a surprisingly strong jet of milk spurted out, splattering Boone’s suit jacket. She looked horrified and began to apologize, but he waved a dismissive hand, chuckling.

“No need to worry, honey, you’re just more full than usual today. How about we go take care of that?”

She nodded hesitantly, unsure of what he meant. Almost all her time was now spent in Boone’s office, getting milked and fucked and occasionally also doing the job she was hired for. She hadn’t seen most of her coworkers in a while. Boone walked past her, behind his desk, and opened a drawer, pulling out a rhinestone collar and a lead. He lifted them up to show her.

“I’m going to walk you around the office so you can help everyone out with their morning coffee, and then we can really get down to business. If you’re quiet and you don’t spill, then maybe I’ll give you a treat later.” She nodded again. Mr. Boone’s “treats” were usually orgasm-based, but she was hoping that maybe this time, he would allow her to finally give birth. She was exhausted from lugging her gargantuan, overdue belly around all the time.

He fastened the collar around her neck and walked her out, keeping ahead by a few steps and tugging on the lead. She felt so overwhelmed by the intense fullness in her breasts and belly that she hardly noticed any embarrassment about her colleagues seeing her in her skimpy “uniform.” Mr. Boone walked her around the office, starting with the executives. He greeted each person and asked if they’d like any milk. For those that did, he instructed Sabine to express it by squeezing her nipple directly into the person’s cup. The company’s CFO asked if he could have some from the source, and Mr. Boone agreed. The CFO stood up and attacked her breast with his mouth, sucking and lapping at her with his tongue so forcefully that she began to gasp and moan. Boone tugged sharply on her lead, and she fell silent again. He continued to pull her around, addressing each worker at their desk and letting Sabine empty her breasts for anyone who wanted milk. Finally, they returned to Boone’s office, and he removed the lead but not the collar.

“It looks nice on you,” he said, and handed her a glass of cold water, which she accepted gratefully. “You were pretty good out there, so you can have your treat.” He saw her eyes widen. “Not right now, you have work to do. Later.”

The work she had to do, it turned out, was to kneel underneath his desk and suck his cock while he checked his email. Being so cramped when she was so round was hell on her back, but the promise of a treat later that day kept her mind off the discomfort for the most part.

She went about her normal duties for the rest of the day—making copies, letting Mr. Boone fuck her cleavage, answering the phone, and massaging Mr. Boone’s shoulders while he ate lunch. At 5pm, he got up from his desk and picked up the lead again.

“Are you ready for your treat, pet?”

She felt so excited. Finally, after months of serving him, she felt sure that he would finally let her give birth. She had always thought that it would be in his en suite bathroom, but it made sense when he led her to the packed conference room and helped her up onto the table. Almost everyone was there, and they looked ravenous. Boone unclipped the lead and whispered in her ear, “be a good girl,” then took a step back and addressed the room at large. “Sabine’s about ready to pop, so have at her!”

Sabine didn’t have time to respond at all before they fell on her. Men’s hands were grabbing her from every direction, tearing off her uniform and pushing into her holes with reckless abandon. She felt a contraction hit her hard at the same time as a wave of relief when the CFO latched onto her refilled breast again and started eagerly sucking away. Someone else grabbed her other breast and another tongue began to lap at her clit as hands pulled her legs apart. Her muscles contracted again, and she began to pant heavily, but was interrupted by three men trying to shove their cocks into her mouth simultaneously. She opened wide to accommodate them as she felt more men try to enter her ass and pussy. Even more cocks rubbed up and down her sides, under her arms, against her feet and hands, and soon enough her colleagues were spurting cum all over her bulging, writhing body. Her waters gushed out of her, and she contracted again, her moans muffled by her mouthful of cocks, and mercifully the men trying to fuck her pussy made way for her baby as she started to crown. The baby, over five months overdue, was enormous, but Sabine strained and pushed and finally she was born. Someone placed the baby on her chest to feed. Once her colleagues were finished, Sabine lay on the conference table, utterly exhausted and covered with cum, and opened her eyes to see Mr. Boone above her.

“Well, Sabine,” he said to her, offering the lead again. “Your performance this quarter has been really spectacular. So much so that I’d love to have you assist me on a personal project.”

Before she had time to process what he meant, he had reattached the lead and shoved his cock deep into her pussy, coming almost immediately. He patted her still-round belly affectionately. “I’m glad you’re on board. Let’s get a coffee soon and go over the details.”

What The Boss Offered part 1

Sabine was a month overdue in her pregnancy and she had swollen to gigantic proportions, but her boss, Mr. Boone, was still making her come in to work until she gave birth.

The truth was, he was risking getting in trouble for it because he couldn’t take his eyes off her, and he was enjoying having her to look at as he worked. Her thighs and ass had become deliciously plump, and when he copped a feel in passing, he relished the feeling of a few extra handfuls of flesh on her. Her belly had dropped low, curving out far in front of her and visible from behind as well. Boone had thought she was attractive before she got knocked up, sure—that was part of why he hired her. But now that she was fertile and ripe like this, he could hardly stand to be around her.

One day, she bent over to pick up some papers she had dropped on the ground, and Boone glimpsed her veiny, engorged breasts below the soft sweater she wore. He had to rush into his executive bathroom to take care of himself after that, imagining what it would feel like to fuck her cleavage. He came with a quiet gasp when he heard her voice calling his name. He hastily cleaned himself up, straightened his tie, and tried to walk calmly back into his office.

There she was, standing uncertainly at his door. Her body had grown so round that she filled almost the entirety of the doorway. She was holding a cardigan in front of her chest and her cheeks were flushed pink. Boone took his time walking over to his desk, making no effort to hide that his eyes were raking over her body, mentally undressing her. Finally, as he sat down, he looked intently into her eyes, and saw her face flush deeper.

“What can I do for you, Sabine?”

“Uh, well, Mr. Boone, sir, I was just wondering… about some office space…” she trailed off, looking down at her shoes.

“Office space?”, Boone replied. She had to be joking. She’d only started working for him about a year ago, and in an entry-level position. She was fine at her job, but office space was reserved for far more senior employees.

“Well, it’s not for working, exactly, sir, I need it for, um, something else?” She met his gaze again, cheeks burning even redder. She shifted the cardigan a bit and he finally saw what she was so embarrassed about. Her breasts had leaked milk and formed two big, round wet spots on her blouse. He could see her nipples straining against the soaked fabric and felt his cock twitch between his legs.

“Why don’t you close the door, Sabine?”

She immediately obeyed. Good, he thought. She follows directions. He gestured to the chair opposite him. “Take a seat.”

Again, she complied, settling her massive girth into the chair. It creaked under her weight. He grinned at her, and he saw her eyes widen.

“I think, Sabine, that I have just the space for you. Clean, comfortable, centrally located… everything you could need.”
“Private?”, she asked.

Boone’s grin widened.

“Not quite.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that we can share this office, provided I can watch you while you pump. If you agree, I can make it worth your while.” He jotted down a sum on a spare piece of paper and slid it over to her. She gasped when she saw the sum.

“That could be yours every day you use this room. And all you have to do is what I ask of you… is that such a burden?”

She looked more flustered than ever, stammering and bouncing her leg up and down.

“I… we could… I don’t… what…”

Boone stood and strode over to her. He pushed her chair away from the desk and firmly took hold of her shoulders.

“Take my offer, Sabine, if you know that’s good for you.”

Her eyes were huge, and he could see she was starting to sweat. She managed to nod.

That was all he needed. He took control right away.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

She sank down in front of him. He grabbed two fistfuls of her shirt and tugged, ripping it down its front and letting her tits fall free. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and Boone could see beads of milk dripping off her nipples. Her bare breasts looked even more tempting than they did underneath her clothes, and he noticed how large and puffy her nipples had become. They were gigantic, sticking out at least two inches from her breasts. Her areolae were stretched wide and dark.

“Touch them.”

She began to massage her breasts and roll the nipples in between her fingers. Soon, a thin stream of milk spurted out, and Boone put his thumb over the source.

“Don’t make a mess,” he warned her. “At least, not yet.”

He unbuckled his belt and unzipped the fly of his dress pants, letting his rock-hard cock bounce free. With his hand, he guided his cock to her breast, rubbing the tip over her nipple. Slowly, he pushed it into her breast, the astonishingly large nipple stretching tight over the head of his cock. He could feel the pressure of her flesh surrounding him and began to pump steadily in and out of her, grunting in pleasure. She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed. He felt the pressure build in his cock until finally he let loose and came ropes into her breast. He watched it swell up with his seed momentarily until a hot wave of mixed hot milk and cum burst out of her nipple, pushing his spent cock out and showering him with fluid. He slapped her breast and grasped the other one with both hands. He dropped to his knees in front of her and put his mouth around her other nipple, causing Sabine to sob in pleasure. He began to knead the flesh of her breast with his hands as he sucked harder and harder on her throbbing nipple, so hard he was sure it would bruise. Milk began to flow out of her, filling his mouth faster than he could gulp it down. It ran over his mouth and down his chin, dripping onto her round belly and pooling onto his good carpet. He continued to suck and squeeze until the flow ebbed to a trickle and sat back on his heels to admire how he had turned Sabine into a wet, heaving mess on the floor of his office. He exhaled, content—and then he felt his cock grow hard again when Sabine began to rub her legs together. She hadn’t been satisfied, and he was ready for another round. He smiled.

“Let’s get ourselves cleaned up. I bet you didn’t know that the executive office had its own shower.”

The Satellite Campus

Brax Town University was one of the most prestigious schools in the entire country. Excellent staff, some of the best professors in academia, and the most technologically high end campuses in the world. It was natural that it was one of the big universities that people turned to for a groundbreaking solution when the birth rate crisis got worse. The expense of having a child and the infertility age becoming younger every day was no laughing matter.

Brax Town University delivered on the expectations people had but not in the way they expected. They constructed a satellite campus a mere 3 miles away from main that would be wholly focused on its “special” program.

Essentially, anyone 18 or older capable of bearing children would be able to attend, only having to pay for rent and those unable to give birth could take on campus jobs to support the pregnant students for the same benefits. Over the course of the 16 week semesters, students will go through a single pregnancy while they attend classes like normal. Applications and transfer requests for the campus skyrocketed in an instant, thousands itching to get in just for the free tuition.

Ilyana was in awe at the amount of people on the campus after orientation ended. Ilyana was a first year student fresh out of highschool and extremely excited to get accepted by the campus. The pregnancy part awas weird to her and not preferred by her parents, but free tuition was way too appealing to pass up. She’d heard several students remark about their excitement to get pregnant and she couldn’t lie, she was too.

Orientation was fairly standard for the most part until they started getting to the details about our pregnancies. The day after orientation, everyone on campus would have until next week to get pregnant and for that week only, campus attendance could have sex wherever they wanted. Students and adults from nearby campuses and towns were invited to come and fuck the styThey’d offer IVF at health services if people didn’t want to do that but the room of students seemed to shut out that idea immediately.

Ilyana fiddled with the wrist watch. These were supposed to monitor everything pregnancy and health related. It also contained the brax town patented pregnancy acceleration, fertility and inducer drugs. Supposedly, there were certain other functions of the watch that wouldn’t be relevant until it was time to give birth though.

Ilyana shifted through the mingling crowds to the dormitories. Each dorm space would have four people total throughout the entirety of the year. She hadn’t met any of her roommates in person, just on the campus messenger app.

She finally approached her dorm door and opened it to see 3 other students standing in what she assumed was the living room. One was a petite, brown skinned girl with short curly hair wearing narrow glasses. To her left was a red headed girl with freckles spattered across her face. Most noticeable about her, was the extremely low cut chest of her shirt that showed off a good amount of cleavage. Then, sitting on the couch in simple jeans and a shirt was a young man.

“Hello new roomie! My name is Olive,” the red headed girl rushed over and hugged Ilyana tightly.

The young man gave a small saluting gesture. “My name is Lex, nice to meet you.”

Olive released the hug and pointed to the other, timid looking girl with the curls. “That’s Aisha, she just got here before you.”

Aisha gave a small wave. “The other two called the first room, so I guess roomies too.”

“I’m Ilyana, it’s nice to meet you all,” Ilyana said.

The group spent the rest of the night getting to know each other before they would spend the next few months together studying and growing babies.

Olive was here mostly because she always wanted to have a baby. Her highschool boyfriend had broken up with her when they were about to have their first time when she mentioned something along the lines of “put a baby in her”. Even though she assured him it was just a kink thing, it turned into an argument about future kids.

Lex was here because of the free tuition. With the money he would save not paying for college, he planned on completing his transition once he graduated. He said these next 4 years would be the last time his pussy would get any use.

Aisha was here because of her parents. They were pretty rich entrepreneurs that saw opportunities in everything. Brax Town’s prestige and the fact that they could broadcast that their daughter was doing something for the good of humanity was appealing to them and their public image.

The next morning was the start of impregnation week. By the time Ilyana and the other three woke up, they could hear a huge amount of moaning from outside and through the walls of the dorm.

Lex looked out the dorm window to see a couple doing it behind the bushes.

“People just couldn’t wait huh…” he muttered.

“Well maybe we should get an early start too,” Ilyana said, taking a sip from her coffee. The sooner they all got pregnant, the better.

Everyone agreed and went about their ways to find a good person to get them pregnant for the semester.

It had been a few hours since her dorm group split up, and the main campus was still an orchestra of sensual noises and all kinds of orgasms. Ilyana was just going to call it a day and return to the dorm. Doing it in public? Possibly with multiple people? She much preferred to have some privacy. Maybe the library would be best.

Ilyana was walking up the stairs to the library when she heard a familiar voice pitched up into a moan coming from foliage to the side of the stairs. Curious, Ilyana sneakily tiptoed through the brush to see if it was one of her roommates. The moaning and what sounded like wet smacking grew louder as Ilyana snuck closer. Ilyana got behind a tree and looked out to see where the pair was. Her eyes were greeted by a short young woman with brown skin and short black curly hair - Aisha - getting pounded doggy style by some titan of a man wearing a foreign school letterman. Probably one of the off campus boys who were allowed on canvas.

“Oh fuck, babe, I can’t hold out much longer,” the man said, gripping Aisha’s hips harder.

“Oh oh oh oh, cum inside me, CUM INSIDE THIS PUSSY,” she threw her head back as the man thrusted deep into her pelvis. He let out a grunt and Aisha answered with a whimpering cry. Milky white liquid started to drip from between them as they gasped for breath to recover from their endeavor.

With that, Ilyana retreated and snuck back out onto the main stairwell, feeling just the least bit jealous. She thought for a moment that she should go back and maybe join them but thought better of it as soon as she heard them starting to moan rhythmically again.

She continued to the library and found it surprisingly devoid of sexual activity. There were a few campus workers loading the library shelves with new books and stocking the book store with anything a student could need.

She walked up each flight of stairs to the top level, where silent study was contained. There was only one campus worker on the level. He looked like he was taking a break from loading up articles on the shelves. Then their eyes met.

Ilyana didn’t remember the conversation that had got them to the point or how long the two had been up there, but before she knew it, She had tossed her flats off her feet and began shimmying her panties off and the worker was deep inside her.

He pumped into her yearning pussy faster. Ilyana felt his dick tremble with anticipation and started to imagine the next few weeks. She imagined the small yet firm bump that would be at the base of her middle and how its skin would steadily balloon into a fertile, life filled mound. She imagined the baby’s kicks within her and the weight making her belly drop. She thought about her belly button popping out and her skin becoming peppered with stretch marks.

Ilyana felt her once virgin walls clench around the cock as her mind continued to wander. She thought about how big and full of milk her tits would get. The idea of her having to squeeze milk out of them to relieve the pressure inside made her squeeze her currently modest breasts and moan. She imagined the same worker 16 weeks from now bending her over a study table and fucking her as her milk filled tiddies and huge belly hung and jjiggled. She even imagined the intense pressure of the baby coming out of her. The mere thought made her crazed to actually make it a reality.

“Cum inside me! GET ME PREGNANT! FUCK ME PREGNANT,” She screamed in an orgasmic frenzy, her awkwardness escaping with her words.

The student worker grunted and sped up his thrusts. She felt the growing head of his cock impact her cervix in one final stab. A load of warm cum flowed into her like a running faucet and Ilyana’s mouth was agape with the feeling of orgasm washing over her. She drank in what air she could. Their bodies came down from the high and they laid there amidst the books as his thick cum began to seep from her still dick filled vagina.

“Wanna go again?” He whispered in her ear.

Still panting, she nodded and felt a serene sense of ecstasy.

Ilyana finally returned to the dorm after an hour more alone with the employee, stumbling past a few couples doing it in the lobby. She was greeted to the sight of Lex reading a book on the couch with a frustrated look on his face and what sounded like Olive singing gleefully in the shower.

“No luck?” Ilyana asked as she headed for her and Aisha’s room.

“Yes and no,” Lex said, flipping aimlessly through the comic pages. “Only guy I could get to do it with me was just…terrible.”

“Told you, you should have joined an orgy like me,” Olive suddenly came out of the shower in a towel. “Where one disappoints, others can pick up the slack.”

Lex scoffed and returned to reading his book. The door to the dorm opened up slowly, and Aisha came stumbling in. Each step she took looked pained, but she had a look of thorough satisfaction on his face. That guy from earlier must have done a number on her.

“Well, well at least I’m not the only one who got something good today,” Olive said, looking Aisha up and down.

The four spent their evening resting from the day’s events. Played a few games, watched some movies, and gossiped about the people they had ‘fun’ with during the day.

The next morning, Ilyana was awoken by joyous shouting from the bed across from her. She opened her eyes to see Aisha staring at her watch with a big smile on her face.

“I’m pregnant! I did it!” Aisha yelled. Ilyana had completely forgotten how rapid the confirmation would be. She rubbed her eyes and looked at her watch’s health monitor. The words she needed and wanted were there.

“Pregnant”

~

By the end of the week, 100% of the campus student body was pregnant. It started out as a joyous occasion until classes started and everyone started feeling the effects of morning sickness. Surprisingly, even some of the professors were seen running out to the bathroom or throwing up in a bucket mid class.

However, after that first week everything went back to being up beat. Mostly because everyone by the end of week 2 could feel the subtle firmness in their belly. Students were already doing comparisons of their tiny bumps.

Real excitement didn’t hit until around midterms. This week most students would get their ultrasounds of the midpoint of their pregnancy. Ilyana and Olive were the only ones in their dorm who had to stay behind. The campus thought it would be exciting for half the students to go about the rest of their pregnancies with surprise. This made Ilyana nervous as can be though. Her belly was already measuring larger than normal according to the books she read. She had to rely on comfort from Aisha, who was about as big as she was, to ease her worries.

Olive and Lex took being pregnant in stride though. Olive always wore crop tops to show off her growing belly and deep cut collared shirts to present her milk filling breasts. Ilyana was envious of how well and sexy she looked. Lex had the smallest belly out of everyone, so he walked around like it was nothing.

She couldn’t help being just a bit jealous of his easy time of it, but she liked feeling big too. Aisha was the same but she openly complained a lot more than Ilyana, which is exactly what she started doing when the door swung open.

“This baby is going to be huge!” Aisha wailed, holding her pronounced bump.

“Told you it wasn’t gonna all be fluid,” lex said, flipping through the ultrasound photos.

“What about you lex?” Ilyana asked.

“Oh, baby is doing great, just a little small of course”

Aisha plopped on the couch and laid her head on Ilyana’s lap.

“Pushing our babies out in a few weeks is gonna hurt isn’t it,” Aisha said. “Hope yours is at least smaller than mine.

The statement didn’t do much for Ilyana’s nerves. But a part of her hoped Aisha was wrong.

Another chunk of weeks passed and it was finally time. Finals had just ended with much excitement besides a professor having her water break mid testing. It was a sight seeing her deny she’d been in labor and walk out of the test with a large head crowning, but at least that meant they’d get more lenient grades on their finals. Now, Ilyana could just relax and wait for the birth of her baby.

Ilyana’s belly gurgled with the movement of her baby as she laid on the couch. She tried her best to soothe the rolling, taut skin of her overtaxed stomach but it was no use. Ilyana looked twice the size of the others. Her stomach was veiny and had stretch marks sprouting from where her now flat

"I love you, but I wish you wouldn’t make such a fuss,” she whispered close to her womb. A slight contraction tightened her back and bump in retort. Now that finals were over for her, it was only a matter of time before she was pushing out her little one. All of them for that matter were close.

Aisha laid uncomfortably on the couch next to her. Her large baby bump almost dwarfed her diminutive figure in size, her shirt not even able to cover the stretch mark littered underside of her dropped belly. Aisha was a good bit shorter than Ilyana and that made her equally larged sized belly all the heavier on her frame.

“I can’t believe the time is finally here,” Ilyana said as she rubbed her active bump.

“Yeah, finally, time to get this not so little asshole out of me,” Aisha said, holding the stretched out underside of her belly. “I feel like I’m almost 2 weeks overdue here!”

Lex snickered. “You only have your gene’s and your new boyfriend to blame for that.”

Aisha groaned. By tomorrow some or all of them will be in labor with their babies.

The next morning, the start of birth week began. Ilyana woke up to a tense feeling in her abdomen and groaned with the pain. The week prior most of the student body had experienced Braxton’s hicks contractions, but this contraction Ilyana felt was so much more intense. She laid in her bed for a second longer in order to let it pass.

Ilyana looked over to the bed across the room and saw Aisha still sound asleep with her bump protruding from the covers.

Ilyana heaved her swollen form out of bed and put on some sweatpants and a hoodie, the only thing that would cover her belly from the winter air.

She walked out of the bedroom into the dorm living room. It was quiet. Lex usually goes on a morning run around this time so his absence was expected even though he could go into labor at any moment. Olive must’ve made some plans last night for today.

After eating a small breakfast of fruit and toast, Ilyana decided to go out too. As soon as she opened the door she was greeted with a cacophony of moaning and screaming in the hallway. There were two girls at the end of the hall, one sat on a bench with her legs spread wide and another knelt between her legs. The bench girl’s face was red and her super smooth bump was shaded similarly. The other girl grimaced as her pants wetted and started to drip with fluid.

Ilyana would have been worried if the campus didn’t keep such close tabs on the students and babies safety. Medics were probably scattered across the campus and the watches that told them their pregnancy status had early warning systems in place to make sure birth was optimal for both parent and child.

Ilyana felt another contraction course through her belly as she watched the girls. It was almost 30 minutes since she woke up to the first one, but her own watch beeped to confirm in bold text that she was in labor. She rubbed the side of her contracting dome. Ilyana continued to walk away from the two girls and left the dorm.

There seemed to be a bit more commotion outside of the dorms than in. Off to one side of the dorm area, Ilyana saw a girl completely nude, gripping her squatted thighs with a huge head spreading her open. Another girl already had a baby latched to her nipple, but looked like she was trying to push out another. Ilyana heard a guttural shriek as one girl on a gurney was rushed away by the campus medic team with her belly tight and contorted in the air. The next few days would probably be much of the same sights.

Ilyana continued her morning exploration across campus that lasted only an hour or 2 contractions worth of time. She’d almost run into a group of girls and boys having an orgy. If there was one thing Ilyana didn’t feel like doing with a huge baby resting on her cervix, it was have sex. Yet a lot of students seemed to be doing to stave off their labor pains. She wondered if that was what Olive was doing.

When Ilyana waddled near the cross country run path, she saw a young man bent over the railing. Just one look at his form and she recognized him as Lex.

“Hey, Lex!” Ilyana shouted as she made her way awkwardly towards him.

He didn’t answer her. All Ilyana heard as she got closer was a low growl coming from his throat. Lex still had the smallest belly of the 4 girls, but it was both large enough and only covered by a dri-fit shirt tight enough that she could see it change shape with a contraction.

“H-hey, Lex, are you in labor-”

Suddenly a splash of fluid filled Lex’s shorts and trickled down his legs.

“Fuck! Yes, I’m in labor!” He cried out.

“Ok, hold on, let’s get you back to the field area where it’s more comfortable,” Ilyana waddled over and put his arm around her shoulders.

“How long have you been in labor like this?” Ilyana asked.

“It -oooooohhh- it just started suddenly, it feels too fast, I swear I can feel it coming down,” Lex said through gritted teeth while holding his bump.

The pair crossed out of the running path and into the main track and field area. Several girls were on their hands and knees or squatting babies out of their pussies. A medic staff tent across the way was also bustling with activity.

Lex grabbed Ilyana’s shoulder harder as another contraction tore through him. His small belly visibly shrinking under the fabric of his shirt. Lex gritted his teeth under the strain. An on campus medic stationed at the field rushed toward the pair.

“Something doesn’t feel right!” Lex shouted as he collapsed to his knees on the dirt. Ilyana, doing the same, was at a loss at what to do for him other than rub his back in a comforting manner. A contraction of her own started to grip her abdomen. She stifled her reaction as best she could for her friends sake, but a hum of pain still came from her lips.

One of the medics got right to getting Lex’s shorts and underwear off. Lex suffered through another contraction as the medic forced two of his fingers into his squeezing canal.

The medic grimaced. “You’re fully dilated, but your baby is in breech, bum and legs are coming first.”

“AHHHHHHH, FUCK!” Lex screamed holding his stomach.

“Don’t worry, you and your baby will be fine, just nice slow pushes,” said the Medic.

Lex got in his hands and knees then bore down slightly. The medic angled themselves behind Lex and Ilyana continued to rub his back through the contraction. The contraction stopped and Lex stopped pushing while muttering several curses. He remained in this position for 15 minutes until the bottom of his baby reached the opening of his slit.

“I can feel it going through already,” Lex said, rocking his hips. The medic gave Ilyana their water canteen to give to Lex a while ago. He barely got a sip before his stomach became hard as a rock.

Lex bore down again and suddenly yelped. “Shit. It burns!”

“The prosterior and legs are coming at the same time,” The medic spread his already stretching pussy. “Keep pushing, I’ll support the baby.”

From her position, Ilyana could see the beginnings of feet edge out of his pussy.  Lex gritted his teeth and hissed out a breath as the baby spread out his stinging canal. The legs popped out and then the rest of the body slid out to the baby’s elbows that were now stretching him wider than the bum and legs.

“Ahhh fuck, it hurts too much, just pull it out of me,” Lex said weakly.

The medic was already gently pulling while holding the baby up by its torso. Lex felt the contraction start to ebb away and gave one big push to free the arms and shoulders. Now only the head was left.

“You’re doing great Lex,” Ilyana encouraged despite her own contractions getting closer together. Lex answered with a weak thumbs up that was interrupted by what would be the last contraction.

The medic checked the knock of the baby and gave Lex the all clear. Lex screamed out as he pushed the head out of him, fluid and blood started to drip onto the ground. Lex’s belly outlined the shape of his womb as the contraction peaked. The head inched out until Lex gasped in relief and a splatter of fluid hit the ground.

The baby started to wail after the medic gave it a few back rubs. The medic waved down two other medics and they brought over a gurney. Lex had already fallen to his side, panting steadily.

Then the medics loaded up Lex and put his baby on his chest. The pudge of his belly still contracted slightly trying to get the placenta out.

Ilyana didn’t get the chance to say much else to him in the medics rush to get him to the med facility for care.

Ilyana got up awkwardly off the ground and rubbed the underside of her bump, her baby felt so much lower than when she first happened on Lex. The last contraction she had was also a lot longer and more painful.

“Won’t be long now I guess…” she thought looking at some of the other girls on the track nursing their newborns.

Ilyana decided to continue walking around campus in order to progress a bit faster. Girls were laboring everywhere on campus in any position possible. Trying to waddle to the medical center with babies crowning in their pants, cradling their bumps as if it would fall off. An hour or four contractions passed before Ilyana felt tired of walking and decided to rest.

She went to the campus science lecture hall where it was a bit quieter. The seats in the hall were made specifically for pregnant people like her. Ilyana immediately reclined in the seat and rubbed her stomach, the pressure was steadily increasing in her pelvis.

Just as she went to check her dilation, she heard a loud, familiar scream come from one of the nearby lecture halls. Ilyana, curious, heaved herself up to investigate.

The moaning, screaming and the additional oddly placed laughing grew in volume as she got close to a lab hall. She looked through the door window and saw an unsurprising sight.

Olive was bent over one of the lab tables with one of the building custodians deep inside her pussy. Her belly and oversized tits swung with each thrust of his cock. It almost made Ilyana’s pussy ache for that feeling.

Ilyana saw Olive’s belly quiver with a contraction but she didn’t react in pain. It looked like it was turning her on. She started backing on to the man’s dick to force him deeper. He started moving faster and then, a gush of fluid and cum spilled out onto the floor and the man’s crotch.

“Oh my God, you popped me,” Olive said with a quiver in her voice.

“Shit, we should sto-”

“No! You make labor feel so good, put your dick in my ass,” Olive moaned, rubbing her hanging belly and leaking tits. “Fuck me while I push.”

The man looked hesitant, but couldn’t seem to resist the red head’s proposal. He stuck his dick into her plump ass and started thrusting. Ilyana could see Olive’s hanging belly contract further as she started to massage her big breasts and her face cried out in ecstasy.

“She should be just fine,” Ilyana whispered as she walked past the room. Ilyana then decided to go back to the dorm.

Ilyana hadn’t realized how long she’d been out until she got outside, the sun was already starting to set on the campus grounds. The amount of girls on the grounds had decreased a bit.

The walk to the dorm was made more difficult by Ilyana’s hastening contractions and the increased weight on her pelvis. She waddled heavily with one hand on the small of her back out of breath. She opened the door to the dorm to hear someone howl in pain.

Ilyana waddled toward the sound of the screaming. It was coming from the same place as the running shower water. Ilyana opened the bathroom door and saw Aisha in the corner of the shower, legs pulled back to their limit and gigantic orb of her belly squeezed between them. Aisha’s pussy was pushing out into an enormous bulge, yet her opening was still a slim slit.

“Holy shit, Aisha,” Ilyana said in disbelief. Her baby looked humongous trying to crown.

“Oh, Ilyana, it hurts so bad! It’s stuck, it’s stuck!” Aisha howled as her belly visibly contracted. The head came forward ever so slightly and then receded. Tears streamed Aisha’s face along with the shower water. Ilyana waddled over to Aisha and got on her knees awkwardly between her legs. The pressure and seizing of her own stomach made it difficult.

“Aisha, you have to use small pushes,” Ilyana said as she cupped the huge head. “You aren’t wide enough!”

Aisha’s biowatch shifted to yellow. If it went to red, campus EMT’s would be alerted and rush over.

“I can’t wait! I have to push! I HAVE TO PUSH!” Aisha bore down against Ilyana’s palm and the baby’s head started to spread her wide. Ilyana kept her hand firm on the baby’s head, she couldn’t let Aisha tear.

Then suddenly, a contraction stronger than previous ones seized Ilyana’s stretched belly. Something felt different though, there was a lot of pressure building in her canal like a dam ready to burst. Ilyana unconsciously pushed Aisha’s baby back into her in an attempt to brace against her own contraction.

Aisha shrieked and arched her back as she felt her baby recede. “AHHHHHH, STOP ILYA!”

Ilyana snapped back to reality and stopped applying pressure, seeing her friend in pain made the growing puddle in her pants go unnoticed. “I’m so sorry, Aisha,” she said in alarm.

The head started moving forward again and the small slit of her pussy started opening up into a wide ring.

The burn made Aisha grit her teeth and groan. Ilyana’s persisting contraction and seeing her friend in such pain made her anxiety shoot up. “What if her baby was this big,” she thought.

Ilyana couldn’t tell whether or not Aisha’s contraction had stopped at all. Her stomach looked like it was constantly compressing on her.

“FUCK ITS GONNA RIP ME APART,” She screamed as her pussy kept spreading. Ilyana was amazed that it could even contain the head. The flesh around it was quickly losing its color. The head slid forward as Aisha kept desperately bearing down.

The lips pulled outward, gripping the features of the baby’s face. The head slowly but steadily popped out, rubberbanding Aisha’s small lips around its neck.

“You’re doing so good, Aisha!” Ilyana proclaimed, trying to encourage her.

Aisha didn’t seem to register what she’d said at all even if the contraction finally eased off. Her still full stomach heaved with each deep breath she took. Ilyana rubbed her belly soothingly and after a few minutes it started growing hard again. Aisha’s breathing took a faster pace as she prepared to push the shoulders out.

They proved to be just as big as the head. When Aisha bored down her stomach compressed to show the outline of her womb and the lips of her already stretched pussy. She pushed on the top side of her belly to add more pressure on the baby.

Ilyana was in awe at the small girl pushing out such huge shoulders. The body kept moving forward and then finally released with a huge gush of fluid and blood filling the shower floor. Aisha’s belly deflated and she fell back into the shower wall.

Ilyana caught the baby and brought it up to lay on Aisha’s stomach. Aisha vacantly rubbed the baby’s back until it started wailing. Ilyana brought herself to her feet to turn off the showerhead and get something to sever the umbilical cord with.

Getting Aisha and her baby cleaned up wasn’t an ordeal Ilyana should’ve been doing with the pain from her stomach down to her pelvis increasing, but it was the least she could do, she thought. She’d found a first aid kit in the dorm with the needed supplies and went to work.

After getting her to bed and making sure she and the baby were fine, Ilyana left Aisha to tend to her baby and went to the living room to lay down. Just then did she notice the huge wet patch on the crotch of her sweatpants. The dorm was quiet with Lex still at campus med and Olive probably dealing with a crowning baby and dick going in and out of her ass. Night had fallen and it had been at least 8 hours since her contractions started. She reached a finger into her puffy hole to find that she was 9 centimeters dilated. No wonder the pressure felt so great.

Ilyana waddled out to the dormitory’s open area garden with a large blanket and the first aid kit. There weren’t any windows that looked into it so it was fairly private aside from the possibility of people walking in through the doors. She sat down on one of the cushioned benches and groaned as she angled herself to take off her drenched pants.

She pulled her hoodie over head. Her stomach reddened and was slightly lopsided with the downward shift of her baby and the increasing intensity of her contractions. Ilyana let out a yelp when she suddenly felt another contraction build on her and something hard pressed onto her cervix. The intense urge to push came with it.

Ilyana gave in immediately to the urge and tucked her chin into her chest, giving an all mighty push, her enlarged dome squeezing even tighter. The head of her baby slowly pressed in and out of her cervix, Ilyana let out a pained grunt as the head entered her birth canal. Once the contraction eased, Ilyana could feel the top of the baby’s head at the exit of her vagina.

Ilyana leant back fully on the bench while she tried to catch her breath. She felt so full with the baby now that the body was in her canal. This was exactly what she thought it would feel like weeks ago during impregnation week. Ilyana gripped the underside of her bump, massaging at the pressure heavy surface. Right now she knew exactly how Olive felt when she was giving birth, that subtle feeling of pleasure.

A band of steel seized her round, sweaty gut yet again. Ilyana took a deep breath and pushed downward with all her might. The lips of her swollen opening began to bulge and a sharp burn started to course through it. The stinging pain made Ilyana recoil.

She could feel the head spread apart her lips and begin to rotate inside her. Ilyana expected her baby to feel a lot bigger, but she dared not to wish for that after seeing Aisha birth. She was still in a lot of pain despite feeling just a bit horny from it all. She slid her hand past her bump and felt the beginnings of the head open her up as she pushed, fluid squirting out as she did so.

“Ooohhh, c'mon baby, that’s right,” she moaned. The head kept spreading and spreading until it slid out with a healthy bit of fluid. Ilyana gasped as a bit of the pressure released. The contraction still persisted though. Ilyana curled forward as best she could in order to see her baby’s head.

There was no cord around it so she curled further around her stomach and pushed down on the baby while holding the head. The shoulders slid out with surprising ease. Ilyana breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure released and her large belly shrunk slightly.

The baby started crying healthily while she did her best to drape the blanket over it. She tied and cut the umbilical cord and tried her best to stand on her feet and get back to the dorm before the placenta fell out of her.

Suddenly, another vice pressed itself on her as she walked out of the open area. Ilyana thought it was just her body trying to expel the placenta, but something hard opened her already spread cervix. The pressure, the pain, and the need to push all came rushing back as the contraction peaked.

“No way,” she looked down at the baby she was holding as she gripped the underside of her belly. “It looks like - ahhhhhh - you have a twin - ooooooooh!”

She put her first baby down and a loud moan erupted from her throat as the huge mass bore down through your canal. Her hand clutched the hard surface of her fecund mound and she collapsed to her knees as the pressure and exhaustion from the first birth made itself known. Ilyana instinctively pushed the child down her canal. It already being stretched and worn made it find its way through her vaginal opening quite fast. She soon felt the familiar feeling of the baby’s head spread her open and the burn of the ring of fire made her face scrunch up, turning red.

“Ooooooh, please, ahhhhhhh come out,” the head felt slightly bigger than the first and it made her under stretched pussy feel like it was going to split. She kept bearing down until the head came shooting out and then the shoulders quickly to their place. The contraction ceased torturing Ilyana’s belly and swollen canal.

She gasped for air and checked the baby’s neck. Clear. She bore down hard, and the larger baby’s shoulders started sliding out of her. Fluid and blood leaked from her wide pussy as the rest of the body slid out.

Ilyana fell back on her ass as she held her surprise 2nd baby. It started crying just like its sibling as she placed it next to them. Ilyana tilted to the side and laid on the ground with them. She was exhausted from today. She really just wanted to sleep.

But even more so after today, Ilyana couldn’t wait to have 7 more semesters of this.