Irresistible Temptations
Sometimes I wondered just what the hell was wrong with me. It was like, in a lot of ways, I just did not allow myself to be content with life... I wouldn't allow myself to just accept how things were and be satisfied, even if what I had happened to be precisely what I'd wanted it to be at one point in time. Rather, it was like I just kept wanting more, more, more, craving things even if I knew them to be bad for me and my life on any number of levels.
Even when, in fact, the things I was craving, actually proved a threat to the life I'd once so desperately pined over, and worked so hard to ensure panned out in the precise manner I'd craved once upon a time. It was all so... So pointless, in a way, trying to satisfy myself, because I knew that one thing would just always lead to another.
At the end of the day I would either just keep on chasing my tail until the cows came home, so to speak, or else I would eventually cross the line and end up pushing everything I'd lived for up to that point in my life over the steep, steep edge of a cliff.
I felt as though I had porn to blame for a lot of this... It was, I suppose, giving me some unrealistic standards as to what normal sex could be like between average human beings. It was forming in me an impression that those extreme carnal acts that were caught on camera were little more than run of the mill activities that could be carried out by your average Joe and Jill without any fear of consequence.
After all, porn videos didn't generally come with the sort of “Don't try this at home” warning labels that you might expect upon watching something whose effects could be disastrous if duplicated by an amateur. Or, at the very least, I'd never come across such a warning, and if they did in fact exist they had so far to elude my detection.
But, I suppose, more than likely, the makers of such lascivious content must have had some expectation that the viewers of their smut would have enough good sense to know rather intuitively that you did not try to carry the actions of highly experienced porn stars into your average, everyday sex life, and it was, therefore, entirely upon myself for eschewing such good sense and thinking that I could go about trying to indulge my ridiculous sexual fantasies regardless.
I was in something of a peculiar relationship, I suppose, or at least peculiar in the sense of what I might have traditionally expected. In that I, the female of the couple, had a far higher sex drive than Jonathan did, the male of the couple, and could get turned on by just about any damn thing. Whereas he tended to need just a bit of prodding before he could get comfortable with my many lurid intentions for him.
This generally didn't pose a huge problem, but it did make me feel fairly limited in terms of just how wildly I could explore my deepest, seediest fantasies. There were a lot of damn things I fantasized about trying out with that thick veiny cock of his, yet inevitably I found myself restricted to only a very small fraction of those agonizing desires, given his general squeamishness about taboo sex compared to my own overwhelming drive for it.
The thing was, though, that aside from our differences in the bedroom, the two of us were, more or less, something of the ideal couple. I mean, we were in sync on a lot of awfully damn significant levels. Dedicated to making one another happy to the extent we could do so. Interested in a lot of the same subjects and hobbies, and with such a great romantic chemistry that it sometimes defied comprehension.
If only the two of us could get our sex drives leveled out to some reasonable degree that would work for the both of us, and quite honestly things would more or less be ideal. Either I needed to curb my enthusiasm just the teeniest bit (a notion that seemed absurd to such a fun, sexy girl as myself). Or else he needed to ramp things up just a notch or two or three, which I also, quite honestly, didn't see as all that much of a likelihood. But I did have an idea, however, a way to keep things spicy between in the bedroom for the two of us- something that would keep things interesting for yours truly without imposing any real inconvenience or anything on his part.
At present, he was lying in bed beside me, snoring slightly as I stared at his nearly naked body. His ripped physique and his heaving chest. His visage as he slumbered beside me getting me so worked up inside that I found myself scarcely able to contain myself from pouncing on him outright right then and there. Instead, though, I decided to ease him a tad more gently back into consciousness.
Slipping my hand into the fabric of his boxer shorts, and letting my finger sink down around the shaft of his presently flaccid cock- a challenge, to be sure, but one I was more than up for facing.
I began to stroke him in his sleep, and after some time of doing so to just a slight fraction of growth from his genitals, Jon stirred rather suddenly from sleep, looking momentarily confused as he gawked at the hand down his undies, but then looking over at me through his bleary eyes and smiling rather playfully. “Well, hello there...”
“Make love to me...” I whispered, burning for him even at this hour of night.
“Oh God...” he began to rub the sleep from his eyes, and to protest, rather feebly, might I add, “I'm pretty damn tired, you know... I was just sleeping, in case you hadn't noticed...”
But by this point I could feel the flaccid little noodle of his penis beginning to grow engorged with blood flow. The limp shaft beginning to thicken, the heat of its growth feeling remarkably satisfying in the clutches of my grip. He sighed heavily, and I could almost detect it the moment his resolve was shattered. This happened rather routinely, actually... Well, not this specifically, but me seducing him into craving sex when he might otherwise have been uninterested in the prospect for the most part.
My runway now clear, then, I promptly proceeded to whip the covers away from his crotch in order to clear myself up some space. Then I pulled his inflated cock out from beneath the fabric of his boxers, and continued to stroke his hot shaft more readily until it was nice and plump and ready to penetrate.
Then, just to ensure that he was as ready for my pussy as he could possibly get when the imminent moment arrived. I worked up a generous quantity of saliva in my mouth, spitting it forth onto his prick and proceeding to rub it up and down all over his shaft. God's lubricant as I liked to think of it, getting him so slick and so wet that it caused me to begin growing more aroused than I might possibly have intended to be.
I savored the squelching and grinding as my wrists began to grow tired pumping up and down all along the veiny course of his shaft, my body tensing up with desire for the male meat of my well-endowed boy toy, and my anatomy heating up so fully that I began to tremble from head to toe for him.
It took some degree of effort to work my body out of my panties in bed like this. Scooping my knees up to my chest and managing, with some degree of stupid fumbling, to pull the lacy things down along my ass to my knees. Pushing them down my shins and at last peeling them off down from around my ankles, and kicking them from the bed altogether.
I then promptly climbed up on top of my bewildered boyfriend, pressing my lips to his own and suckling on his sweet lips as though deriving some necessary nourishment from his hot, wet gullet. We suckled and squelched and made out for some time like newlyweds. Down below I savored gladly the pressing of his long hot cock up against my body.
Jizz beginning to seep readily from his tip, staining my waxed pubes and causing me to burn for him worse than ever. When at last I could take no more of such sweet, sweet torture I lifted my body up on top of his, straddling him, and lining my throbbing pussy up with the blade of his erection.
I lowered myself slowly, slowly down onto him, falling on his blade, as it were, and whimpering as I felt that sharp shaft of his sweetly cleaving apart the meat of my body. In, in, in, I inhaled that sweet cock of his, loving as I always did the penetration of its immensity into the deepest reaches of my anatomy. Feeling him hit an innermost sweet spot as I at last touched down fully upon him, and moaning wildly with pleasure as my eyelids fluttered gently shut.
I savored it for a moment, that unmatchable feeling of simply having a man inside me. His masculinity throbbing and my body settling into place on top of him. My nostrils flaring as I tried to steady my mind for the task at hand, my tits feeling heavily sensitized beneath the lacy cups of my bra, and my entire body feeling radiant with sexual energy.
Awake as I could be despite it being the middle of the night, looking forward with almost dreadful anticipation to the real commencement of our intercourse, and savoring the tense, outstretched moments as they ticked by in preparation to begin bouncing up and down on top of him.
And then- I began.
Slowly, at first, not wanting to fully traumatize poor Jon with my excess libido first thing out of the gates. I began to rock on top of him, grinding my pelvis back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, savoring the stretching and distorting and reshaping of the lips of my wet pussy. Moaning readily as the sweet sensations of being stretched out like this coursed pleasantly throughout my anatomy.
My spine tingling and my head seeming to float toward the ceiling as I rocked and ground and destroyed myself. Eventually needing to raise my hands up to my titties and squeeze readily in order to contain the sensations. My fingers nearly piercing my own flesh, and the look on Jonathan's face almost priceless as he gazed at me from beneath in sheer astonishment, quite overwhelmed.
I could tell, by this sudden inundation of pussy at three o'clock in the fucking morning. A regular practitioner of Kegel exercises I decided to clench upon him just a little bit harder in order to torment him to a satisfying degree. Certain that he was blown away by the tightness of my cunt as I ground it back and forth on top of him, myself, meanwhile aroused at so deviling him, and feeling compelled to ramp up my efforts just the tiniest bit.
From here, I really began to escalate. So turned on by this middle-of-the-night rendezvous that it was as though the floodgates had burst open, causing me to burn with a desire for escalation, and my need to indulge this desire entirely too much for me to withstand. Instead of just grinding, now, I began to lift my body up into the air, and then to let it come flying back down.
Smashing into his anatomy like a damn elevator with its breaks snipped clean off. My ass pounding against his thighs and his cock plowing me so deep up my cunt that it nearly made me go fucking cross-eyed. Again and again and again I repeated this motion, lifting and dropping and plummeting, smashing into him at a devastating speed, our wet genitals smacking wildly together, KLAP! KLAP! KLAP! KLAP! KLAP!, as I bounced up and down on his fat hard cock like a pogo stick. Sweat rolling down along my body in torrents, and my anatomy so devastated that I could barely stand it as I melted into a fucking puddle all over his beautiful body.
By this point, I was moaning so damn loudly that I’m surprised that the neighbors didn’t call the police to phone in a noise complaint. Collapsing so hard on my boyfriend’s cock that it seemed a marvel I didn’t split the damn thing clean in half with every violent crashing down; and burning so thoroughly to my core that I should reasonably have dissolved into a pulp right there on the spot.
My body so overwhelmed and so damn exhausted at this time of night that I should not reasonably have been capable of carrying out so violent a sex act as this to any degree whatsoever. But I carried on regardless of my exhaustion, bolstered by adrenaline as well as the sheer delight of being so agonizingly and thoroughly pummeled. My body on the verge of exploding, and my eyes practically rolling back up into my head as my sweet, sweet agony was brought to a glorious head.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
And with a final, brutal smash back onto that throbbing cock of his I collapsed my entire weight down onto him. Clenching my tits greedily for support and tilting my head back moaning. My spine arched, and the sensations mounting to an unbearable extent inside my body. I could feel Jonathan throbbing, throbbing, throbbing inside of me.
Then ejaculating out torrent upon torrent of his hot sticky cum up into my overwhelmed anatomy. Filling me up with his warm sticky sperm, coating my innermost reaches so thoroughly that the stuff began to spill back out of me in streams. Setting me over the edge with orgasm, and causing me to scream so wildly that I nearly pierced my own damn eardrums.
Climax shot through my body like a drug. Wave after wave of the stuff absolutely rocking me to my core. Making me shake and rattle so violently with pleasure that I could hardly stand it. By the time it had exhausted itself I was so damn weary that I collapsed beside my boyfriend’s sweaty body almost immediately.
For some time the two of us lay there in exhausted, perspiring silence, taking in that strange sensation of the afterglow and me, for my part, feeling so damn nervous that I could hardly stand it. The words I wanted to say to him seemed absolutely caught on the roof of my mouth, unable to pass into the open, until at last I decided to simply bite the bullet, and I said, without fully meaning to quite so abruptly: “I want to act out a cuckold fantasy with you and another man…”
You can bet your sweet ass that caught his attention pretty damn quickly…
******
Suffice it to say, my suggestion was not one that went over all that easily with Jonathan. I mean hell, I hadn't really expected the notion of sleeping with another man and having him watch me to be an easy one for him to swallow. Plus I'd gone in completely prepared for him to reject the notion, and for me to have to bite back tooth and nail in hope of making any slight degree of headway with him whatsoever.
And although I did not blame him one damn bit for resisting my suggestion, for me personally it seemed like the perfect solution. I absolutely wanted to stay in my relationship with Jonathan, but I regretted the fact that he didn't enjoy bumping uglies quite as frequently or as vigorously as I did. I mean, for fuck's sake, I got tired of having to climb on top of him in the middle of the night just to get any cock in this relationship.
Although I might have enjoyed the cowgirl position just perfectly fine, I sometimes wished that he would be the one to act as the dominant partner in our lovemaking. To climb on top of me and to absolutely brutalize me to within a hair's breadth of my fucking life. Leaving me moaning and shrieking and shaking from head to toe as he plowed me relentlessly with that long hot cock of his... Yet, if he was unable to fulfill me in this service, I saw no reason that either of us should have to suffer for it- I didn't have to go on unfulfilled, and he didn't have to feel obligated to please me when his interest in sex was somewhat displaced, to say the least.
And again, I think the notion of the cuckolding fantasy came almost entirely from rubbing myself to porn. If I had genuinely wanted this to work for nothing more than the purposes I've laid out, then there would have been no need to request that he watched while I and whomever I found to come bang with me did the nasty.
Quite frankly the prospect of having him monitor our fornication turned me on like you wouldn't fucking believe. It made things just a notch or two spicier. I thought, and made specifying a cuckold fantasy over an open relationship in which we simply slept with other people a far more attractive option.
Although I'm a little bit ashamed of the fact, I think he felt just the slightest bit pressured into giving into my request. Like, I don't think he was all that nuts about the idea, really, but it was more like he felt inadequate upon my making of the request. Like he felt bad about not having the genital means or capabilities of pleasing me, and therefore felt he had no right to withhold that which I so clearly desired when it came to fulfilling my sexual desires.
It took some degree of talking things through for him to agree with my point of view. Not to mention me reinforcing the notion that this was nothing about him, it was just me missing the feeling of having my body explored by someone new despite my immense love for him. And at last, during what were about the dimmest hours of morning, he decided to let me have my wish.
Clearly uncomfortable with the notion, and even more so when I admitted, somewhat sheepishly, that I'd already gotten into contact online with the guy about the prospect of cuckolding him, not committing to anything until I'd gotten his go-ahead, but getting things all lined up ahead of time just to be safe, so that I could jump straight into this strongly desired fuckbed almost the instant I had the go-ahead.
Charles was the guy’s name. In the looks department, he essentially tended to rival my boyfriend. A strong and masculine specimen with a body that was mouth-watering, dark eyes and a penetrating gaze. Not to mention a smile that could melt my damn pussy from a glance at his photograph alone. I gave him a call the following morning, and less than twenty-four hours after I'd had the discussion with Jonathan, the cuckolding of my boyfriend had officially begun.
It was, admittedly, as tense a situation at first as it was an erotically stimulating affair. I had to admit, I felt one hell of a bit guilty as I sat Jon down there in his chair in the corner of the room, in such a position that he was almost obligated to watch the two of us go at it like rabbits, and that even if he turned away, he would find himself largely unable to escape the pouring of our moans and our groans of pleasure as they emanated up through the room around us.
But the guilt, quickly enough, gave way to my intense desire for this new man. To have my body explored by a new man after so long being bound to a relationship, to make myself vulnerable and to give in to destruction as I was absolutely ravished by a stranger. Pleased in as many ways as I could possibly have hoped for, wrung to oblivion and then hung out to fucking dry by the time all of this was said and done.
Charles proved himself goddamn immaculate as a lover...
Wrapping me up in his arms, I felt my body immediately begin to sizzle and drip beneath his touch, and when his lips pressed down against my own I could feel a chill of intense desire wash over my anatomy. Causing me to cringe, my spine to arch and my toes to curl and my skin to crawl as adrenaline pumped through my veins like a drug.
The two of us made out like newlyweds. My every inhibition all but vanished as I fell prey to his sweet, sticky love, my desire for his flesh almost animalistic, and my craving for being ravished by a man whose sex drive either equaled or outpaced my own driving me wild. As his tongue pushed like a joust into my gullet I wanted to cry from the beauty of it all.
My skin feeling as though it was on fire anytime his palms happened to graze me. My head spinning so fiercely that it seemed liable to pop off altogether any minute now and go floating up, up, up into the stratosphere, gone forever without a hope in hell of finding its way back down again.
He began to run kisses all over the sweaty, heaving course of my flesh. Running his teeth and his tongue up and down along my neck, nibbling on me playfully, his nostrils flaring and grunts of pleasure issuing forth from his lungs. My head rolling as he plied me with hot, wet pecks, and my vision beginning to blur as I struggled not to allow myself to be overwhelmed by the ferocious, devastating force of his love.
Soon, his hands began to explore the course of my body, sliding the palms up and down around my abdomen as though trying to start a fire with the friction. My pussy burning readily as he kneaded me between his fingers like dough, and my nipples beginning to harden into sharp nubs as sensation poured through my titties in waves. Then, much to my desire, he peeled out of his shirt, giving me a view of his heaving, sweaty chest. Sealing the deal as to my arousal if it in fact still needed sealing, which I seriously tended to doubt at this particular juncture in time.
From here, he proceeded to denude me as well. Sliding me effortlessly from my blouse and tugging me out of my tight, ass-hugging jeans. Then taking a momentary break to ravish my body a bit more in my lacy little lingerie before proceeding to remove the few remaining scraps of fabric covering my oh-so-luscious naughty bits.
When these few sweet moments had lapsed, he then reached behind my back, fumbling between my shoulder blades to unhook the clasp of my bra, and sliding the straps down, down, down along my arms. I heard Jonathan clear his throat in discomfort as Charles leaned in, and put his face to my taut, razor-sharp nipples.
His tongue lapping around my titty as though the taste of my flesh was about the most glorious thing in the world he had ever before had the pleasure of consuming. I moaned with desire as he continued for some time to nurse upon me in this way. Suckling on my mammary as a newborn clings to his mother's breast for support, and then bringing his hands downward along my body. Much to my enjoyment as shivers ran up and down along my spine.
Slipping his fingers through the waistline of my panties, and sliding them from my waist, down to my thighs and my knees and at last my ankles, leaving me completely naked and sweaty beneath his grip, hot and heaving and ready to be annihilated by this hulking beast of a man.
Much to my gratification at that particular moment, I actually heard Jonathan moan with discomfort as my new lover pushed my thighs wide apart. Bringing his face down in between my legs with the hunger of a man who hasn't eaten a damn ounce of pussy for several consecutive days at a time.
He came in almost immediately, parting his lips and allowing his tongue to come seeping into me. His mouth conforming to the wet slick lips of my twat and his warm breath blowing into my body. Agonizing me beyond belief, and causing me to throw my head back and sigh as the sweat began to absolutely pour along my body. His oral skills were, believe you me, honed to an absolute fucking T.
His expertise so thorough that I'm certain this man could have gotten any pussy he wanted had the women he approached known this was in store for them by the end of the night. Jonathan would barely even put a finger into my pussy, much less go down on me. It was with some glorious agony that I took in this most delectable of treats. My entire upper half squirming around across the bedspread as Charles bobbed and lapped and licked. Suckling up my cunt and spitting globs of saliva deep into me, smothering himself in my womanhood. Gobbling me up so damn thoroughly that I thought I might pass out by the time he got around to finishing up his tormenting.
By the time this round of the evening was brought to a conclusion and I was absolutely fucking wheezing with orgasm, I proceeded to crawl on my belly down along the expanse of the bedspread. Eager to return the favor as I inhaled that massive, warm cock into the deepest, wettest recesses of my eager, hungry gullet.
I locked eyes with Jonathan in the corner as I pressed my lips onto Charles' engorged purple tip. Loving my boyfriend's discomfort as I sank my lips down, down, down along the stranger’s shaft. Loving the feeling as he came jabbing against the back of my neck, and Jonathan, I could tell, deriving a great amount of discomfort from the steady, perverse squelching noises being produced by my sucking and slurping and devouring of Charles' throbbing, veiny cock.
My nostrils flared and I closed my eyes as the mutual torment progressed. My cheeks compressed around my lover's boner and my efforts at pleasing him getting more and more brutal. Sucking and sucking and sucking and my throat burning from the agony, and my efforts stopping just short as I felt his cock beginning to pulse toward orgasm inside me, not wanting to waste his sperm just yet until I'd had a little bit more fun with him.
Sliding my lips away from Charles' pelvis, I leered for a moment at him with the most lurid of bedroom eyes. Then, in a manner that could not possibly defy comprehension. I stalked across the bed like a fucking beast of prey, thrusting my ass out toward him in a manner that caused my anus and pussy to flower mouthwateringly wide before his eyes. My buttocks spread and almost certainly driving him wild with lust for my prone, naked body.
I whimpered with pleasure as he mounted me, feeling his erection slide through the lips of my gash and then slip inside me. Crowning with his throbbing tip and then pushing deep into my interior. Crawling up into my wet pussy and overloading me, inch by inch by agonizing inch of that monstrosity filling me to the brink of destruction. Until at last he touched down inside, and proceeded to tear me apart like an absolute goddamn motherfucker.
My tits jiggled and my body shook violently as he plowed me to my fucking core. Pushing and grinding and pumping like mad. Ripping me to bits and leaving me shrieking with pleasure and agony. The world spinning around my head like a top and my body feeling prone to destruction as he humped and pumped and fucked. Smacking his body so hard against my ass that he nearly fucked me clean off the bed.
Again and again and again he smacked that hot wet cock of his into my pussy. Churning it into an abstract pink pulp and setting me the fuck over the edge with sensation. But just before I'd finished cumming, however, his hands were suddenly on me. Seizing a firm hold on my anatomy without even fully pulling out of me. Twisting me onto my back and slamming me roughly onto the bedspread.
Much to my arousal I can most definitely assure you. He grabbed my ankles and then proceeded to push them up around my ears, pinning them in place and then blasting me. Bouncing and slicing and carving through my anatomy like a wild man. Jackhammering my cunt until I could no longer stand it, my eyes crossing and sweat percolating up through my flesh. Every nerve in my body buzzing with sensation as his pelvis slammed repeatedly down into me like a fucking ax, ripping me to bits and leaving me so overwhelmed that I could scarcely contain myself.
He shot his hot, steaming load all over my insides, filling me up with so much of his hot sticky cum that it began to overflow from between my thighs. Dripping onto the bedspread and causing me to tremble from tit to toe. Just when I thought it was over, however, he then promptly pulled out of me with sperm still dripping from his tip, pushing my body to the floor on my knees in front of him.
He continued to masturbate wildly, jerking himself so taut that he managed to ejaculate once more. Several times in fact, pulse after pulse after pulse of his hot molten cum drenching my pretty little face almost entirely. The warm, gnarly stuff dripped abundantly onto my tongue, splashing across my cheeks and shooting up my nostrils, at last tangling up quite unpleasantly in my eyelashes.
My mask of sperm now complete, I turned, smiling, to look at Jonathan in my state of degradation, thinking, perhaps that he would be turned on by it as I was. Instead he just looked at me for a moment, horrified, and stormed rather abruptly from the room.
******
So... Yeah... Maybe I should have expected from the get-go that Jonathan may not have been all that damn peachy keen about this whole cuckold thing... Suffice it to say, he was out of my life pretty promptly after the night of the affair. Much to my dismay and unhappiness, particularly because I felt like kicking my own ass repeatedly for having sacrificed what was largely a perfect relationship.
All for a night of fleeting, ephemeral passion with another man. There had really been no sense in it whatsoever in retrospect, and now I'd gone and lost both of the men who'd only so recently been smitten by me- Charles, for his part, had only been interested in that single roll in the hay, and had no particular interest in a relationship of any kind at that point in time.
And so, there I was, alone... And yet that was only a small, small fraction of my problems.
One fine evening, you see, I just so happened to take note of the fact that my period was late. Which, in and of itself, I supposed, might not have been too much of a disaster. I was on birth control, and I was therefore very used to some degree of irregularity with it or another. I did my damnedest, then, to chalk it up to that and forget about it the best I could. Things began to grow difficult in that regard as I could no longer help but notice the gradual swelling of my belly, the morning sickness, the engorgement of my tits, etc., etc., etc...
Yes, ladies and gents- I was motherfucking preggers...
There were, of course a myriad of problems with this fact. Not least of which was the fact that I didn't really have a solid idea as to which of my two most recent fuckers the baby's father happened to be. Both Jon and Charles had, after all, both filled me with their sperm within a twenty-four hour period of one another. So it was tantamount to impossible to know which of the two fine gents' genetic material had happened to plant their feet into my uterus.
To be honest, I think I actually tried, for as long as I possibly could, to put the thought of it out of my mind altogether. To pretend that things were fine and that I would somehow manage to figure things out one way or another. That there wasn't really any need for me to tell either man about the fact that I was carrying one of their babies.
But... Well... I guess the real reason for this was simply fright on my part, or perhaps chickenshittedness if you want to be completely honest. I could easily imagine a fight breaking out between the two lovers. Or else the two of them overloading me with so much excessive attention as a result of my pregnancy that I couldn't possibly stand it.
But at last, after several months rolling by and my stomach making it look as though I'd swallowed a gourd, I decided I could no longer put it off any longer, and risk having to birth this child in my belly alone.
I called both men over to my place and sat them down, prepared for a conversation that I knew from the get-go would be uncomfortable, but which somehow, much to my intense delight, took a far, far, far more agonizingly beautiful turn...
I can't remember how it all started, exactly, what was said or what led to what or whatever... I do remember that it was, in fact, quite a tense and awkward situation starting out. Upon my mentioning of the fact of my pregnancy both men suddenly ceased to make eye contact with me, almost as though ashamed of the situation they were in and wanting to deny to the possibility their involvement in impregnating me.
But somehow or another, and again I don't know how the hell it did, the situation grew from one of intense discomfort to one of an immense erotic charge. It was as though, I suppose, the two men felt some sort of sexual competition toward me. For the right to the baby inside me or the ability to lay claim that their sperm was the one somehow potent enough to wriggle its way past the defenses of my birth control.
It might have also had something to do with the sight of my swollen, pregnant body, which surely emitted some sort of hormonal lure to the two of them. Making them feel equally protective of and aroused by me. Indeed, even before things launched into full-on ballistic mode, I could see the two fine gentleman popping some pretty extensive boners through the fabric of their pants. Their hard-ons pushing through the material and giving me quite the vivid picture of just what they would have liked to do to me right then and there.
And then, things just sort of escalated... I don't remember what the transition was, but suddenly the two men were pouncing upon me fervently. Devouring my flesh with relish, destroying me beneath their kisses and clutching at my body as though neither of them could seem to possibly get enough. They groped and prodded and worked me up so fiercely beneath their fingers that it sent shivers up and down along my spine. Making me cringe with delight and causing my head to spin as they pawed greedily at the fabric of my clothes.
Seeming to want desperately to get me as naked as possible in as timely a manner as they could. Sliding their warm, loving palms across my heaving abdomen and getting me so worked up that I couldn't hardly stand it. The two of them seemed to relish the act of passing my trembling body back and forth between them. Handling me with an immense sense of fragility given the state of my impregnated anatomy, and squeezing me so tightly between them that I thought I might collapse from the prodding of their fingers.
The two of them surprised me a little bit, even, as the chain of smacking between our three sets of lips progressed. My lips on Jonathan's, a reunion that was so sweet as to be almost agonizing in its nature. Then Charles' lips on mine, as though he somehow regretted having not locked me down, so to speak, following our initial encounter so many months ago. And then, astonishingly, mind-blowingly, even, Charles' lips planting squarely onto Jonathan's.
The two of them making out feverishly as though their desire to swap spit with another man reached back distantly in time, their bisexuality an endlessly surprising fact to yours truly, but to them, apparently, as plain an act as you might have hoped to have imagine.
The three of us continued on in this fashion for some time. Closing in on one another and beginning to spin in our collective arms from the center of the living room, whence the origin of our conversation had begun. The two men were very careful as we ravished one another to keep me from bumping into anything in my ridiculous state of pregnancy. After some time of this extreme care we managed to progress into the bedroom, closing the door shut behind us and melting into a sea of grabbing limbs quite promptly.
Jonathan, now stood before me. His hands on my sides and his lips against my own, as Charles closed in from behind and began to slather his kisses across the nape of my neck. Sending goosebumps erupting across my skin and leaving me trembling so fiercely that I needed to close my eyes in order to get my bearings about me. Slowly I found myself dissolving from my clothes, their hands effortlessly sweeping the fabric away from my anatomy.
One article after the other, my maternity blouse vanishing up over my head and the shorts I was wearing being peeled from my ankles. Followed by, in slow, sticky succession, the lacy black fabric of my bra and my tight, skimpy little panties. At this point, mind you, my pussy was so heated up with desire for the two of them that it nearly caused me to pass out. Moisture accumulating fiercely at my pussy and their hands coming so close to pushing inside my body that I grew increasingly frustrated and agonized every time they stopped just short of the mark.
At any rate, now the two of them were peeling out of their own clothes as well. The sight of their naked, heaving torsos was perhaps as much incentive for granting them forgiveness as I might possibly have hoped to procure. I especially savored the moment when they at last slid torturously from their undies. Their cocks bouncing up and down with the springing motion of a diving board as they revealed to me their nudity.
My eyes delighting at the contrast in their styles of pubic hair when placed side by side- Jonathan, completely natural and bushy as hell, and Charles waxed so smooth and so clean that you might have cooked a fucking meal on that spotless surface. My eyes tumbled along their bodies with sheer, unabashed reverence. Lusting over the intensity of their pecs, falling happily down the rungs of their six-pack abdominals, and getting absolutely lost in the deeply cut trenches of their Adonis muscles. Each man with V-lines so agonizing that it nearly defied comprehension to behold.
I licked my lips at the sight of them, and was promptly closed in upon once again. Sandwiched happily between the two men's aroused bodies. The three of us working up quite the sweat as we made out in an absolute glorious orgy of carnal satisfaction. Jonathan kissed me in such a manner that it seemed almost totally at odds with his past sexual squeamishness.
His cock slapping occasionally against my swollen stomach and producing a noise that was unusually satisfying. And meanwhile, behind me, Charles was clutching the cheeks of my ass in his fingers and massaging them up fiercely. Grinding his long veiny cock up and down between the cheeks of my buttocks. Causing my anus to clench up with each passing sweep, as though somehow intuiting what would eventually take place back there once he ended up getting his way about things.
And all the while, as this went on, he proceeded to ply my neck with such sweet, sticky kisses that it nearly boggled my fucking brain. Sinking his teeth into my throat in a notably vampire fashion. Between the two men's combined efforts it was as though I was absolute putty melting slowly, slowly into mush. As I continued to heat up in between them and to moan with sheer, splendid delight, I had a very particular notion that aroused me so intensely that I could not help but indulge it in a manner that felt incredibly naughty yet, unmistakably, desirable.
I slid my body out from between the two of them, and took each man by the hand. Roping them into one another, and pressing their bodies together in such a manner that the tips of their erect penises began to kiss. The shafts collapsed upward against their heaving abdomens. Excited by what I was instructing them to do, they gladly followed my lead and took over from here.
Wrapping one another's naked bodies in their arms and squeezing one another's asses as they kissed. Their tongues rolling and sloshing and twisting more passionately together than they had the entire evening up to the present point in time. I stepped back for a moment and decided to observe from afar, just out of reach of the splash zone, if you will. I began to play with my pussy as I watched the two men making out like newlyweds. I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed myself as their dicks crossed and grunts echoed from deep within their throats.
Manipulating not only my pussy but my enlarged nipples as well. Pinching them tightly between my fingertips and getting so damn worked up that I could have continued to watch them entwined like this for hours. But as the moments ticked by, however, I began to gaze more intently at the two men's jousting penises. Bouncing and dribbling and the strands of pre-ejaculate beginning to seep and band tantalizingly from one engorged tip to the other...
I thought maybe I could indulge myself and them in a bit more of a hands-on approach, if you catch my not-so-subtle drift...
Moving in a way that was almost excessively careful as I approached them. I began to stoop slowly, slowly down onto my knees in between their two bodies, reaching up, and taking hold of their erect shafts. Slowly beginning to pump on the skin, and savoring the warm, delectable squelching as the flesh seeped back and forth, back and forth, back and forth in my grip. Each taut pull of the loose flesh, meanwhile, served to push their tips forward and kiss devilishly with one another, and after so much of this I decided that I simply could not take it.
Leaning into each man I then began to down their cocks entirely into my gullet. Having some trouble swallowing them at first after so long a hiatus without sucking a single prick, but the act, I found, coming back around to me in terms of familiarity quite certainly enough. My tongue rolling wickedly across each man's shaft I bobbed and slurped and gouged my fucking windpipe.
Switching continually from one shaft to the other to the other, at certain times downing them so entirely that I was on the verge of throwing up. At one particularly ambitious juncture swallowing both throbbing erections at one time. Savoring the warmth as they squelched through my saliva and loving the challenge of attempting to wrap as much of them up as possible inside my tongue at any single given moment.
After some time of this, my brutal, dehumanizing slurping from engorged prick to the other to the other, the two men at last separated from one another. Taking note of me, and apparently deciding that I was, at present, a far more pleasant sexual prospect than either of the two of them could possibly ever hope to be.
I felt myself picked up in their arms and carried to the bed with the reverence of a sacrificial lamb. My body being rolled over on top of Jonathan's and his heat radiating into mine. Our lips locked together and his hands on my ass as though to steady himself with some support. Down beneath us, Charles wrapped his fingers around Jonathan's pulsing, veiny penis, and I started slightly as I felt the warm chill of his tip being pierced into me, cleaving my body apart, and the shaft of his erection following promptly behind it.
Inch by inch by inch of his immensity came sinking so far into my gash that I thought I would go cross-eyed. The feeling of his cock up my pussy one that I hadn't truly realized I'd missed to the extent I genuinely had. But at long, long veiny last he did, in fact, eventually touch down. He began to grind up inside my pregnant body with an agonizing slowness.
Pushing and pumping and stirring the pot at such a rate that I could scarcely get my bearings about me by the time he pulled out, only to have him push back inside me once again and send me reeling with sensations.
And, if that wasn't enough, I felt the heat of Charles mounting me very shortly after. Climbing onto my ass and causing my eyes to grow wide as his engorged tip peeked its throbbing little head through the tight, puckered sanctity of my anus. He then proceeded to push his way inside. Slicing into my rectum in a manner that made me scream with sheer agony, yet somehow filled me with such splendid bliss as he touched down inside my innermost reaches that I began to absolutely shake from head to toe with sensation.
And, well, what more can I possibly say?
The two of them promptly began fucking me from there on out. Their delicacy in the handling of their pregnant pussy seeming to fly out the window altogether. Their thrusting turning fierce as hell as they clapped and smacked and smashed into my respective orifices with brutalizing speed, screams pouring from my throat and the sensation of the two penises grinding together inside me turning me on like you wouldn't fucking believe.
Their cocks overflowed into the throbbing pink orifices of my body. Their sperm erupting with near simultaneity all over my inner anatomy. Drenching me with so much hot, sticky splooge that the accumulated stuff rolled back out of me. Dripping onto the mattress, and setting me over the edge. I came like hell with the combined fury of vaginal and anal orgasms. The sensations pumping through my body like a drug and causing me to scream so loud that my lungs nearly fucking burst from the effort.
And at long, long, long last, when it was all over, the three of us lay entwined in the sticky, sweaty haze of the afterglow. Making out wildly, our heads spinning, and my security renewed with the knowledge that, whichever of the two of them happened to be the father. The baby inside of me as well as its mother would almost definitely end up in good hands.
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THE END