"Unnnh!” I cry out. “Oh SHIT!”
The man above me goes totally still for a moment, and then I literally feel the underside of his cock pulse as he erupts in my behind, his penis jerking with each blast of hot semen.
“Oh shit!” he roars while dumping load after load into my sweet bottom. “Unnnh!”
There’s so much fluid that it escapes from my body and runs down one huge, white buttock. But I love having men lose it in my bottom and I clench happily on the massive rod even as it continues to pulse and spray.
“Yes, give it to me,” I coo. “I need that hot seed.”
After a few more minutes of frenetic pumping, the man shudders to a stop, collapsing on my nude form.
“Goddamn,” he growls, immediately backing up to prop himself up with those strong arms. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I forgot for a second that you were pregnant.”
“Oh no,” I coo. “My baby’s just fine, so don’t worry. But are you done? Just about?”
He shoots me an odd look.
“Yeah, I think so. But why?”
It’s then that I giggle slyly. “Well, because a friend of yours also wants to take a turn in my butt, and so I want to give him a chance. Is that okay?”
The man cranes his neck to look over one shoulder, and sure enough, there’s a second man standing there, huge and imposing with a massive shaft in his hand. This one is about ten inches, and he’s already dripping copiously from the tip, a long strand of seed dropping to soak the expensive carpet.
“I love used ass and pussy,” the second man rasps. “Especially if it’s just been well-fucked.”
With that the first man chuckles and then pulls out, but not before pushing his semen back into my asshole with one finger.
“She’s all yours,” he says in a throaty voice to the second man. “Enjoy.”
And with that, a new cock pushes into my bottom, making me moan and squeal with ecstasy. I know my behavior is slutty, all types of wrong, and incredibly raunchy because I’m enjoying back door sex with two men that I don’t even know. But the truth is that this is what helps with my pregnancy nausea … and I plan on doing it with even more men before the night is over.
3
Mark
Ilook out my window at the house next door, and sure enough, my pretty neighbor’s there, gardening in the little plot of land behind her home. She’s been around a lot, actually, which makes me think that she’s not working at the moment. What was her name again? Oh yes. Freya. We’ve chatted a few times, but never about anything of import. It was always just small talk about the weather, upcoming vacations, and the like.
But what Freya doesn’t know is that I’ve been surreptitiously watching her. Not like a stalker or anything, but I definitely notice when she comes and goes because she’s so gorgeous. The curvy girl has long, curly brown hair, big brown eyes, and the face of an angel. Not only that, but she has a body that won’t quit. The curvy girl has huge Double D breasts, a small waist, and a giant ass that’s useful when I’m alone with my hand and some lube. Yeah, I’m a pervert that way, but it’s not a crime to fantasize about an attractive neighbor.
But even more intriguing, Freya’s pregnant. I watch surreptitiously from behind the curtain in my kitchen. She’s got a floral top and shorts which are relatively loose, but nothing can contain those huge tits and round belly. There’s definitely a baby in there, and as I watch, she sits back on her knees, pulling the straw hat down while resting both hands on that bulging stomach. The look on her face is one of pure contentment, and the pretty woman sighs before leaning over once more to dig at something in the ground.
But the thing is that I haven’t seen a man coming and going from Freya’s home. Nor does a man live there full-time. In fact, it’s pretty much just Freya, with the exception of some friends and family on occasion, so my hunch is that she’s a single mother to be.
I stop to think for a moment. Shit, that must be a difficult position to be in. Everyone knows it’s hard to be a single parent, and I can’t imagine being ditched by the baby’s father before the child is even born. What did the pretty woman do to deserve that treatment? Probably nothing, to be honest, because no woman deserves that.
But then I watch again as Freya sets her spade in the dirt before taking off her straw hat. Long brown curls dangle down her back, and I imagine running my hands through those curls before nudging her lips with the tip of my shaft. She’d look so pretty nude and pregnant, kneeling before me with her mouth open while gazing into my eyes with an innocent look.
Shit, I’m such a dirty motherfucker. Freya’s expecting for crying out loud, so I should be more respectful with my thoughts.
But any guilt flies out of my mind at what my gorgeous neighbor does next. She whips off her loose shirt to reveal a bikini top underneath, and my mouth literally goes dry with need. Holy shit. The bikini top is just two tiny triangles of pink fabric, strung together by gossamer strands. The patches of fabric are smaller than a handprint, and those huge tits hang out the sides and bottom. In fact, as she leans forward, I can clearly see them dangling, and my cock twitches painfully. I need this woman desperately, but how would I start a conversation? Do I just stride out there with my stiffie and try to talk about the weather?
But then something weird happens. Freya’s hands clasp her belly again, and a look of agony crosses her face.
“Unnnh,” she groans, still kneeling in the dirt. I watch closely. What’s going on?
The pretty brunette reaches for her water and takes a quick sip before wiping at her sweating forehead. But she’s still breathing hard and she leans forward again, planting both hands in the dirt so that her belly and breasts hang forwards.
“Unnnh,” she grunts again. “Oh god.”