EPILOGUE
Matt
Eight months later…
Macy’s three days past her due date, cranky and uncomfortable but beautiful and sensual still. She’s made every one of our kinky pregnancy sex fantasies come true over the past couple months. Her belly is huge, a swollen, round basketball that sometimes ripples as if an alien is inside.
And right now, that basketball-belly sits on my stomach as Macy bounces up and down like I’m a dime-store children’s ride. The woman vibrates, hungry cunt a vise on my cock, sloppy and wet. Shit, she’s got so much fluid these days, there’s literally a pool of female juice smeared on my groin as the brunette humps frantically.
“Unnnh,” she moans deliriously, big boobs swaying back and forth as my cock hits deep within. “Unnnh, fuck.”
“Come on, sweet girl,” I coax. “Give Daddy a good ride. Almost there.”
And tilting her head back, Macy explodes then. The orgasm is electrifying, her sweet puss clenching my dick, nipples tight and hard as I tweak the hard orbs.
“Fuck!” comes her helpless shriek, my hips going stiff as baby batter erupts. “Unnnh!” comes Macy’s sensual moan once more.
Because yeah, I just dumped a load inside that sweet cavern, painting the female with my man milk. Never mind that she doesn’t technically need it anymore. Macy always craves semen, every second of every day.
And now is no exception.
Panting heavily, the girl’s cunt explodes once more on my dick, juicing madly, clenching so fierce I’m afraid she’ll go into premature labor.
“Uhhhnnnn!” the female screams. “Unnh! Unnh! Unnh!”
There’s something indescribably sexy about a pregnant woman getting fucked. It’s partly that her tits are so huge now that she’d qualify for the Guinness Book of World Records. It’s partly that her cunt is so fucking wet all the time, the chick horny like never before. Oh and did I mention that ass? Yeah we drill it non-stop now, wary of disturbing the baby if we use her vag too many times.
But Macy’s a slut. She needs pussy sex, and what a pregnant woman wants, she gets. So here I am, fucking our sweet girl on the kitchen counter just like the first time, giving her the deep dicking she craves.
Our woman loves it. Throwing those brown curls back, the female moans once more.
“Unnh,” comes her pant, rocking back and forth on my joystick. “Oh oh oh yeah!”
A warm rush of cunt fluid slides over my stomach then, wet and nasty. Oh yeah, that juice is like Niagara Falls, there’s so much that I’m not sure what to do for a sec. Grab a towel? Open my mouth and let it flood inside, tasting her female nectar?
But suddenly, Macy’s eyes jerk open with a gasp.
“Oh god oh god!” she pants, scrambling to try and get up. “That’s my water! My water’s broken!”
Shit. Fuck. I wasn’t supposed to do it in her vag, the seven of us pledged on anal only so close to the due date. But she begged me for it, I swear. And now, oh shit, oh shit, the baby’s coming.
Macy’s frantic, trying to scramble up. But it’s impossible, she’s seated deep on my cock, huge and bulbous like a beach ball, slippery with fluid. Her hands and feet slide this way and that and on the marble countertop, unable to get any traction.
“Oh god!” comes her pant once more. “Oh god!” she cries again, both hands on her belly this time. It literally ripples as my eyes stare.
But I’m not worried. The baby knows his mother is loved, and this is the manifestation of that love. So slowly, I reach both arms around that ripe torso and gently lift that curvy form off me.
“Slow, baby girl,” comes my growl. “All in good time.”
And as my dick exits her warm vaginal passage, a hard contraction slams down on my cock. It’s literally the tightest squeeze ever, and a groan erupts from my chest reflexively.
But Macy’s eyes go wide.
“Matt,” she pants. “That wasn’t an orgasm squeeze. That was a LABOR CONTRACTION!”
Awww fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
I shouldn’t have let myself get carried away.
Our heir is being born.
This very second.
So calling upstairs, I let out a roar.
“Yo! Go time!”
And six sets of feet come pounding down, a herd of elephants if there ever was one.
“Aw shit!” rumbles Matt, his eyes taking in everything.
“Fuck!” snarls Smith, staring at Macy’s nude body, the semen dripping down her thighs.
“Let’s go,” says Trent tightly, bundling Macy into a robe. “Sit still, honey, we gotcha.”
And that’s how Casey Morgan came into the world. That’s right, she was born with her seven dads watching, almost swooning at the sight of the beautiful child. It was gorgeous for sure, Macy moaning and panting, the labor difficult. And yet, everything went off without a hitch. Our daughter. Our heir is here.
Because life has turned out okay. Against all odds, we’ve made it work for the eight of us. For sure, it wasn’t easy at first. Our sweet girl was filled with doubts, having seen the wreckage of the past.
“How do I know I won’t become like Heather?” came her soft voice once more.
I hated that name. Heather. It was enough to make my dick wither.
But my bros handled it better.
“You won’t,” rumbled Will, resting one hand on top of hers reassuringly. “We won’t let it.”
“Never again,” swore Tim. “We’ll never make that mistake with you.”
But balance had to be struck in the world, and Macy wanted us to do something for the poor thing. And what our girl wants, she gets. So yeah, we checked our ex into a facility that helps with mood disorders, and last we heard, the blonde’s put on weight and is going to therapy three times a week. She’s young still. She’ll be fine.
But more important is our relationship with Macy. Because the teen is the answer to our dreams, the mother of our child, and the lover of seven men. Yes, she takes us deep in her body all the time, screaming and crying to the heavens. Yes, she rides the dick wall with glee, humping each of our cocks one after another. Or she takes seven cocks simultaneously, opening her holes for an unbelievable pummel.
But psychologically, she’s okay too. Macy has accepted that we’ll always be the way we are, the good, the bad and the ugly for better or worse. And she’s realized that there’s more than one side when it comes to using someone. Because yes, we used her. We used that sweet female body as a vessel for our heir, as the receptacle for our desires.
But at the same time, Macy’s benefitted as well. The cookbook’s out now, published by Morgan Enterprises, and we’re in talks to buy a network. That’s right. Our girl wants to be on TV, and we’re gonna make it happen, even if it means owning the Food Channel to give her a platform.
So yeah. Benefits run both ways in this relationship, and although it sounds materialistic, that’s the hard reality of life. But underneath it all is something much more solid. Love. There’s real love, caring and adoration, and we never hesitate to reiterate how much she means to us.
“Sweet thing,” growls Ford, tracing a finger over her clit, watching as the girl moans and twists, spreading her legs even more. “Are you ready?”
She mewls a bit, titties heaving.
“I don’t know,” comes that whisper, eyes flickering as she gazes over her shoulder at Ford. “I don’t know because I’m already so stuffed.”
Because yeah, she’s seated on my thick rod already. I’m on my back, and Macy’s riding me, bent over with my pole stuffed deep inside. But this isn’t double penetration. Or it is, but not that type of deep dicking. This is double vaginal, two cocks in her puss.
Yeah, that’s right, Macy’s gonna take two dicks into that sweet cavern, two stiff, hot rods into that slutty cunt.
“You can do it,” I rasp, locking strong arms around the female’s torso so that she can’t move, those big tits squashed against my chest. “Try now,” is my low command.
And Ford does it then. His dick nudges at her hole, the tiny crevice that’s already plugged full. But sure enough, his glans finds a way in, Macy moaning breathily, writhing helplessly in my arms. And then it happens. Aw fuck! I feel my bro’s dick slide against my own, hot, heavy and hard, and our best girl lets out a shrill scream.
“Fuck! I’m so fucked!” she gasps, eyes squeezed shut, pussy stretched incredibly wide. “Oh god!”
And Ford and I chuckle in unison. Because yeah, this is how we like it. Dirty and deep, with the woman of our dreams … and we’ll never let go of Macy Jones now.
THE END
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