The following morning, I woke up in bed next to Becca. It felt like the ultimate betrayal. She was married! And here, the night before, she jerked me off while I breastfed and fingered her. We made a mess, showered, and went to bed. But in the middle of the night, I woke up to pee. I guess my stirring around woke her up, so she asked if I was okay.
“Fine,” I said. “Just need to pee.”
She smiled. When I came out of the bathroom, Becca was spotting my erection. She winked. I smirked. We fucked. We fucked hard. For almost an hour. Every position you can imagine. I ate her pussy. She sucked my cock. I flipped her over. I fingered her ass. She rode me. I sucked her nipples again, gulping down everything that filled my mouth.
Eventually, I ejaculated inside of her, snuggled up and fell asleep again.
So, when I woke up, I politely told her it wasn’t necessary for her to drive me home. I needed to clear my head. I felt … *weird.* And not because of the kinky shit. I felt weird because she was married, and even though they once discussed an open marriage, they never followed up.
She offered me coffee and breakfast, but I said it was best if I left.
A few days later, she texted. She said she’d been feeling just awful about how things went down and couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“I told Jack what happened,” she said.
I imagined she was typing this through tears. I imagined he asked her to leave. I imagined she had nowhere to go and was staying in a motel somewhere off the interstate.
“I’m so sorry,” I said. My stomach was going into knots.
“Please don’t feel sad!” Becca typed. “He. LOVED. It.”
“He did?!” I asked, relieved.
“He wanted EVERY detail. And when I was finished, he bent me over and fucked me!”
“Hot,” I said with a laughing face emoji.
“Anyway. I just had to update you.”
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…
Six months passed. Life went on. And then, one day, Becca updated her Facebook photo. It was one of those generic pregnancy pics. Her shoes. Her husband’s shoes. Her baby’s shoes. And! An extra pair of shoes. They were expecting.
At first, I was excited for her. And then … I started to wonder. I’d ejaculated inside of her months earlier. Could it be? Was it possible? My stomach, again, went into knots.
I sat on this for four days, losing sleep. Tossing and turning. Fidgeting at work. I couldn’t contain it anymore. I had to text her.
“Congrats,” I said. “A second baby! Excited?”
“I am!” She said. “Total shock, though. A real oops baby LOL. But we wanted a second anyway, so … hey, we’ll take it.”
“Haha,” I wrote. “Cool. Cool. So … the timing and all …”
“Oh! I’m six months. Three more to go!”
“No,” I wrote. “I mean like … from when we hooked up. It was six months ago.”
There was no response. Her lack of an immediate response send me into a whirlwind of a panic attack. Maybe she just put her phone down. Maybe she had to pee. Maybe she was making lunch. Or taking a work call! Or. OR! OR! But she didn’t respond. And the longer I looked at my phone waiting for those three fucking dots, the more my heart raced.
“Can I call you?” She texted an hour later.
“Yes,” I wrote.
My phone rang.
“SHIT!” Becca screamed into the phone. “OH SHIT! I mean. Jack came home. I told him we fucked. And then Jack and I FUCKED. I mean. Ok. All right. Relax. He didn’t wear a condom. But he pulled out. He liked cumming on my tits. And I know he pulled out that time. Oh my GOD, YOU. I. Oh my god. I have to get a paternity test. How embarrassing. Oh god. Oh god. If I had remembered, I would have gotten tested sooner. Now?! NOW?! Oh FUCK.”
“I should come with you,” I said.
“All right,” she said.
A few days later, when Jack was out of town, Becca and I went to the doctor. She was beside herself the entire time. Her doctor said he understood and that people make mistakes and, naturally, this will be confidential. And we’d get results in 2-5 days. Maybe sooner.
Sure enough, two days later, Becca called with fantastic news. I wasn’t the father.
I collapsed into my seat and exhaled. I hadn’t realized I’d been shaking nonstop until she gave me the news.
“Anyway,” she said. “I appreciate you. I appreciate you for coming with me. That was sweet. And naturally, this has to stay between us … but … while I have you. You know, since I can’t get pregnant NOW, haha — well, Jack … he’s been talking about this idea he’s been having.”
“Okay …”
“I have an odd question …”
“Ask away,” I said.
“Do you have three friends who would want to gangbang me?”
“… what?”
“I mean, I’m pregnant. So … now’s the best time to let a bunch of guys cum inside of me all at once. And that’s Jack’s kink. And, I mean … who knows when we’ll get this chance again …”
“I mean, sign me up, but … I don’t know … I’d have to ask around and that might be … weird?”
“I understand but also … time is of the essence here, you know. I’m not uncomfortable and swollen yet.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Lemme call around.”
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…
A few weeks later, I drove to Becca’s house. By the time I got there, my other two friends had arrived. Jack had a friend of his own who wanted to participate. There were five guys in total to one very pregnant and very sexy Becca.
We stood around awkwardly in her foyer, talking, chitchatting … standing around … waiting … watching. And then, Jack spoke.
“Isn’t Becca looking amazing?” Jack said.
We all agreed and complimented her beauty. As we spoke, her nipples got hard and poked through her blouse.
“Wow,” Jack’s friend said. “You look amazing … can I?”
Becca nodded as the friend approached. He stroked her arm. Becca closed her eyes and chewed on her bottom lip. The friend leaned in and kissed her neck. We all sort of watched Jack. His cock was throbbing through his pants.
Excellent sign.
One of my friend’s made a second move and kissed Becca on the lips. They made out while the rest of us began to undress.
Soon, we were all naked, except for Becca, who was wearing a form fitting blue dress. She got to her knees and we crowded around her. She took one cock in her mouth. And then another. And then another. She jerked everyone off. Spat. Jerked. Sucked.
We were all groaning, stroking her hair. Twisting her nipples. Jack stepped back and watched in awe as four virtual strangers surrounded his wife and touched her, forced our cocks down her throat, grabbed her hair, twisted her nipples. Slapped her ass. Face fucked her until she gagged. Her mascara ran down her cheeks as we passed her from guy to guy.
Her light blue dress was slathered in saliva from the facefucking. She yanked the dress down, exposing her large breasts. We helped Becca stand and she took us into the living room where she sat down on the sofa and spread her legs. One by one, we lowered ourselves before her and sucked and licked her pussy. Someone fingered her.
She gushed, squirting all over his face. Her eyes popped.
“Oh my GOD!” Becca howled. “I’ve never done that before! Can you do that again?”
He nodded and stuck two fingers inside of her cunt and fingered her with a come hither motion while he sucked her clit. She arched backwards. She twisted her own nipples.
“Come choke me,” she begged.
Jack stepped forward and choked her softly as she was finger fucked into oblivion.
“Oh god! DO IT! DO IT AGAIN! MAKE ME FUCKING SSSSQUIRTTTT!!”
A second puddle gushed from her cunt all over the carpet. She howled.
“YESSS Oh my god keep your tongue on my clit I’m cumming I’m cumming oh fuck I’m cummmmiiiiinngggg!”
Her pussy dripped all over her inner thighs as the rest of us lowered ourselves down and began to slurp up her juices, suck on her nipples, or jam our cocks down her throat. Her eyes bulged as she gagged and drooled.
Jack scooped up her saliva and smeared it all over her face as she giggled with delight.
“I need to fuck,” Becca purred.
One by one, we lined up, eager to feel her sopping wet cunt wrap around our cocks. We fucked her missionary and then doggy style. Harder and harder, relentlessly pounding into her while we slapped her ass, fingered her asshole, fishhooked her whore mouth, yanked her hair, jammed our cocks down her throat and fucked some more!
She was as wet as you could imagine. Our cocks were slathered in her juices.
“Let me taste my cunt,” she grunted.
And so, one by one, we lined up and put our cocks into her mouth. She sucked until each shaft was thoroughly cleaned.
“Now,” she said. “Who wants to cum inside of me?”
We all cheered.
“Babe?”
“On it,” Jack said. “She has a special request … I’ll be right back.”
Jack retreated to the kitchen. And when he returned, he had a funnel with him. Our eyes grew wide.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
We followed Becca and Jack upstairs, our eyes fixed on her perfect thick thighs and big round ass. Once in the bedroom, Becca got on top of a pillow, leaned backwards and spread her legs. Jack inserted the funnel into his wife’s pussy and we all began feverishly jerking off.
“Do it, cum inside of my cunt!”
One by one, we stepped forward. I knew Jack would want to be last. But I wanted to be second to last. That’s when I noticed the clean, empty drinking glass on the nightstand. My eyes popped. Becca noticed and winked at me. She nodded. Fuckkkk.
A first load was emptied into the funnel and flowed, thick and heavy, inside of Becca’s pussy.
“I can feeeeeel ittttt,” Becca groaned. “Mmm, thank you baby.”
A second load was jerked into the funnel.
“Oh god, shoot it! SHOOT IT!!” Becca howled. “Mmm, good boy. Thank you.”
A third load was blown into the funnel. Becca closed her eyes and exhaled with delight. Her pussy was jam packed with thick, flowing cum.
It was my turn.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hi,” Becca said with a giggle.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Yes, please,” Becca whispered.
I stepped forward, jerking off. She watched intently as I stepped closer and closer until I was shooting rope after rope of thick white cum into the yellow kitchen funnel. The thick sperm oozed down inside of her. She groaned with delight.
“Ohhhhh,” she purred. “Yesss. YESSS.”
“My turn,” Jack said.
Her husband stepped forward. We all watched as Jack jerked himself into his wife’s pussy. His load shot into the funnel and inside of his wife.
“Wowww,” Becca moaned. “Five loads. Wow. Five! Loads! And they’re all inside of me oh my god.”
Becca reached between her legs and pulled out the funnel from her cunt. She put it in her mouth and slurped and then tossed the funnel aside. Jack handed her the drinking glass.
“Thank you,” she said, pushing her sweat soaked her out of her hair. She was exhausted. She inched forward, holding the glass between her legs until she was at the edge of the bed. And then she leaned forward and five thick loads of sperm gushed out of her pussy and into the glass.
We watched. It was thick. White. Heavy. She swirled the glass around and fingered herself, licking them clean.
“Ever since I’ve gotten pregnant I’ve been craving cum. Just … all of it,” Becca said.
She held the glass to her mouth and without even batting and eye, she gulped it all down, swallowing all five loads and wiping her chin afterwards.
“Mm,” she gulped. “Thank you. We … might have to do that again.”
We all agreed.
“Thank you all for coming,” Becca said. “And cumming!”
We all thanked her for the amazing experience and got dressed. But Jack asked me to stay behind, since I’d arranged the whole thing.
After everyone else had left, Becca and Jack sat me down in the living room. The carpet was still soaked with her squirt.
“We like you,” Jack said. “And … we trust you. Can this … the three of us … can this become a regular thing?”
I looked at Becca. She smiled.
“It sure can,” I said.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/gv0n1u/she_had_an_odd_question_pt_2_mmmmmf_pregnant
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