Carrie

It feels like I’ve been waiting for this baby forever. Days past my due date and still no sign of the little one being out here in the big wide world.

The check-ups say everything is normal, though they’ve offered me all sorts of crazy medical shit to bring on labour.

Fuck that.

My blood is of the land. My heart is in nature, just like all my people before me. There’s no way I’m gonna be jumping the natural cycle of things and getting all trussed up to some bleeping machine in some hospital somewhere.

I can see Jack eyeing me as I drop my bloated body down on the sofa beside him. He wants me checked into some posh clinic in Cheltenham almost as much as Michael does.

They can both get stuffed. Our baby will be born at home, with both daddies right by my side and the Christmas lights twinkling on the tree. I’ve been clear on that from the moment the little blue line showed up on the test all those months ago.

“Don’t even say it,” I warn Jack as I prop a cushion behind me.

“I wasn’t going to,” he replies. “I’m done wasting my breath.”

His raised eyebrow makes me smile, and I’m still smiling when Michael comes through with a fresh round of honey tea. These guys take the best care of me, they really do.

I’ve still got my boots on from outdoors, not because I haven’t long since grown out of my bratty ways, but because the laces are an absolute pain in the fucking ass to untie when you’ve got a beach ball belly under huge swollen tits.

Michael is down on his knees before he’s even taken a swig of his drink, loosening my laces so sweetly and tugging my boots off my sore feet. Even my fucking ankles are swollen.

“You can stay down there if you like,” I tell him with a giggle, taking a handful of his hair while he’s still positioned nice and low on the floor. He kisses my knee, then gives it a squeeze and I wonder what I’m gonna have to do around these parts to get a good fucking before the baby puts an end to all-nighters of the filthy kind and replaces them with all-nighters of feeding, dirty nappies and lullabies.

The guys have been more cautious these past few weeks. Especially Michael. Always so cautious. Like I’m made of glass, not of flesh and bone and muscle and the same needs I’ve had from the very beginning.

Ok, so maybe I am still a little bit bratty. Old habits die hard. It’s just a shame I’m not in line for a spanking anytime soon.

I can live with going without on that score, but the pounding by two solid dicks thing, not so much.

“What’s with the attitude?” Michael asks, and I widen my eyes since I haven’t even said anything.

I swear, these guys are getting to be mind readers.

He gestures to my hands and Jack shifts position to read his meaning. My fingers are curled into tight fists on my lap, giving away my frustration without me having to say a word.

“Tense?” he asks, and there’s that caring concern on his face again. “Are you feeling okay? No pain? No signs?”

I groan as I slouch back against the cushions. “For fuck’s sake, no. I’m not tense. I’m not on the edge of some medical emergency, or needing to be bundled up in bubble wrap.” I let out a sigh aimed at both of them, hating how goddamn gorgeous they both are when they’re being so bothered for my wellbeing. “I’m horny,” I tell them, just like that. “I’m so horny that all I can think about is being pounded hard by two at once. Same as I’ve been every day since I’ve known you. I’m pregnant, guys, not a fucking nun.”

It’s Jack who laughs first, in that low way he does when I’ve said something that tickles him.

“I’ve always loved your bluntness, Carrie Wells.”

Michael flashes him the kind of wary look I’ve come to know so bloody well over the past couple of years. He’s always the considered one. The sensible one.

The one who holds back and thinks for a decade before jumping into things.

That’s not entirely fair. After all, he did jump into this craziness with Jack and me.

Jack clears his throat before he speaks, in that way he does when he’s got something smart and educated to add to the conversation.

“Having sex can trigger the release of oxytocin,” he says for Michael’s benefit. “It’s a hormone that helps with contractions.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Michael replies. “I’ve heard this before, the last time we gave that sweet little pussy a decent night of it. But she’s almost forty weeks, Jack. Forty weeks and determined to do all this the holistic way. I think we should be careful.”

“I am right here,” I announce and shift a little forward in my seat. “And sex to bring on labour is really common. It’s one of those natural remedy things, perfect for a girl like me.”

Michael raises an eyebrow. “Yes, but there’s sex and there’s sex, Carrie. The sex you’re thinking of may not be the kind they recommend in any holistic pregnancy magazine.”

Jack shrugs. “Semen can often soften the cervix. A double helping might do quite nicely. I vote we give it a go. If it brings on labour all the better. The midwife is on standby.”

“I also vote we give it go,” I add, and Michael sighs at both of us.

“You two would use any little scrap of evidence in favour of giving it a go,” he comments, but there’s no malice in it.

“Good job we’ve got the majority vote then.” I laugh and poke my tongue out. “Now drop your pants, Daddy Michael, and get ready to soften my cervix.”

“So demanding,” Jack growls. “I think she deserves to have that snarky little mouth choked up with a nice fat dick, Mike. You can do the honours.”

Michael doesn’t say a word, his eyes fixed on mine as he stays put on the floor before me.

“Come on, Daddy,” I whisper and love how his jaw tightens. “Fuck me hard and hope it brings Michael Junior out to say hello.”

“You’re a dirty little minx, Carrie Wells,” he says, and I know we’ve got him.

I hitch myself forward until my breath tickles his lips. “You love me that way,” I whisper. “Come on, Daddy. Fuck me. I want you both. Hard.”

“Come on, Mike,” Jack prompts, and I don’t need to look across at him to know his cock is already straining in his jeans. I know his strong shoulders will be angled toward me, his thick fingers itching to wrap around his dick and guide it right to my filthy mouth. “Give the girl what she wants.”

“Needs,” I insist, and I’m not fucking joking.

My hormones are zipping like crazy, my pussy clenching tight at the thought of taking them both in deep. My belly is swollen huge, but my arms are still strong from working the farm. Strong enough to support me bouncing on big thick dicks. My legs too.

I can’t stop the filthy thoughts that come piling in when I know I’m onto a winner. It’s been a few days but feels like a lifetime, and last time was… steady… slow…

Sweet.

Considerate.

Caring.

Tonight, I want anything but.

I want to feel like their dirty little bitch again, like I’m still the naughty girl who drives them both crazy.

And I want to push their buttons for my own thrill.

I couldn’t hold back the devil in me if I tried.

“If you really want to save me the exertion,” I say pointedly at Michael. “You could give me a show. Work each other up nice and ready so I only have the exertion of taking the main event.”

Jack laughs, and he’s already unzipping his jeans when I flick him a smirk. “Hear that, Mike? She’s playing her dirty games again, wrapping us around her filthy little fingers.” His eyes burn into mine. “You’re due a spanking when you’re up to taking one, young lady.”

His dick is in his palm when I flutter my eyelashes. “You can chalk it up on the IOU board. Our little baby will be at college by the time I’ve worked off all my spankings at this rate.”

“Maybe you should stop being such a naughty little brat then,” Michael says, but I can see his dick is straining tight too.

I love seeing the guys together. We still don’t talk about it that much, not in the daytimes when work is busy and conversation is light. We don’t talk about how hard they get these days in each other’s grip, and how good they’re getting at making each other shoot their load before I’ve even had a chance to take them.

We only ever talk about how much I like it. How much I want to see it.

How horny it makes me to see them play together.

It’s Jack that drops to his knees alongside Michael to give me prime viewing position.

I wrestle my maternity leggings and frilly knickers down part way and they are happy to tug them loose. I feel so exposed before them with my thighs spread wide, my slick pussy surely pouting under the overhang of my bump.

“You guys drive me crazy,” I whisper and stretch to graze my clit with my fingers as Jack reaches for Michael’s cock.

I love the way it sounds when they work each other with short, sharp thrusts, but it’s the way they look at me as they do it that has my pulse on fire.

I thought maybe I’d feel self-conscious as my body grew big for this baby, but I don’t.

They don’t let me.

Their eyes shine with just as much lust as they ever did before. Maybe even more.

They tell me, both of them, that they like my stretch-marked belly and swollen nipples. They tell me they like the way my body changes every few days on the road to motherhood. They tell me they like the way my tits have darkened and grown so big. That they like the way my pussy hides in shadow, like a slinky little trap lying in wait for their cocks.

They tell me nothing will ever change how much they want me, and right here as they work those dicks and grunt for me, I’d stake a lottery win on that simple truth.

They love me, and I love them.

I know they’ll love our baby even more. I’m as excited for them to meet him or her as I am to meet the little newcomer myself.

But now’s not all about the baby, it’s about the cocks.

Michael shuffles forward, cursing as Jack grips him tighter. I love the noises those two dicks make as they tense and thrust between strong fingers. I stare at the gorgeous sight of the pair of them, congratulating myself on still being able to play the dirty little bitch card so well.

“Show us that pretty cunt,” Jack growls, and I splay my legs as wide as I dare. I feel so different down there these past few weeks. Tender. Puffy.

Plump.

It’s Michael that dips forward and nuzzles his face between my thighs. The graze of his jaw feels amazing as he laps at my soaking slit, making such filthy noises to go along with their jerking hands.

“Fuck this,” Jack grunts. “You’re too fucking beautiful with that body so fucking ripe for us.”

I’m whimpering even as he rises to the sofa and tugs my top down low. My tits hang heavy, my nipples long and dark and hard. Ready for his mouth as he sucks one in deep.

“Yes!” I groan. “Like that! Fuck yes, like that!”

Two mouths eat at me. Two tongues drive me crazy. I can barely hold myself steady as I rock my poor strained hips to the motions.

I’m out of my mind for them to fill me up before I’m even close to orgasm, urging them on faster, harder. Begging for more, more, more, fucking more.

“Greedy little girl,” Jack whispers, and his mouth meets mine.

I kiss him as desperately as I feel inside. I kiss him with everything, holding Michael’s face tight to my pussy as he wriggles his tongue around my pulsing clit.

The angle is a killer on my arms, but I don’t care, stretching out to give him access, my belly heavy on my spine as I struggle to keep calm.

Jack breaks the kiss with a smile. “Gonna fuck that pussy nice and fucking deep,” he tells me. “Gonna shoot our cum so fucking hard your cervix won’t stand a fucking chance.”

“Promises,” I whisper. “Just fucking do it. Fuck me.”

Jack drops his jeans all the way as I watch him, kicking them free and tugging his shirt off until he’s gloriously fucking naked and burning my eyes.

He’s as toned as he’s ever been, ripped and stocky and all fucking man. He reclines back on the sofa and gestures me forward, licking his lips as Michael comes up for breath with his chin glistening with wetness, all from me.

“Come here, dirty girl,” Jack says, and I ease myself up with a grunt. Two pairs of strong arms guide me onto him, Michael positioning himself behind me just to keep me steady.

My thighs protest at taking my weight at a squat, but it’s not long before Jack’s dick is pressing tight to my pussy and forcing its way inside.

Fuck, how good it fucking feels to swallow him up. I grit my teeth as his thick cock stretches me, wondering for the millionth time just how I’m going to push a whole new person out of that same hole.

“Good girl,” Jack praises and I feel incredible.

I feel like a goddess, pregnant and powerful and all woman, even if I am still a girl barely half their age.

Michael’s dick presses to the small of my back, and I thank my lucky stars all over again that I have two hot men to call my own.

Two hot daddies to keep me warm at night. Two hot daddies to fill me up over and over again.

I ride Jack’s cock slow but deep, tweaking my tender tits as I grunt and heave for him.

Michael sweeps the hair from my shoulder and lands a kiss on my neck, and it’s so loving my heart soars.

“You’re beautiful, Carrie,” he whispers, and I lean back against him.

He takes the weight of my shoulders easily and moves with me, urging me on as Jack bucks up from underneath and drives in hard.

I feel the thrusts right through me. Feel them in my jiggling tits and my tight belly. Feel them everywhere.

Want them everywhere.

“More, please,” I whimper, and Jack grips my thighs.

“Gonna fill you up, sweet girl,” he barks, and I’d smile if I wasn’t already open-mouthed.

I’m ready for it.

When Jack comes he doesn’t hold back. His grunts are low and dark, primal in just the way I love them.

I’m heaving with the strain as I feel his dick unload and twitch inside me. I’m slick and dribbling with his cum when both guys work together to shift me from Jack onto Michael.

My pussy is slippery and takes him in one, my body already grinding as he settles into rhythm.

“Please fuck me, Daddy Michael,” I beg, and his eyes darken as he stares up at me.

Jack’s hands slide around to squeeze my tits, and it makes me mewl like a hungry cat as he tugs on my nipples.

“I hope those sweet tits are gonna milk enough for three hungry mouths,” he growls. “I can’t wait to suck a taste all of my own.”

I don’t even have words, just a rush of breath as my fingers dip down to my clit and strain to rub smooth circles.

“How about you, Mike?” Jack continues. “You wanting a nice mouthful of milk just as much as I am?”

Michael closes his eyes and that says more than words.

I really do have two very dirty daddies indeed. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I’m whimpering in Jack’s grip as my fingers tip me over the edge into orgasm, Mike’s dick pounding deep as I bounce, lost to everything but how fucking good it feels to be fucked by these two wonderful fucking men.

“Fill her fucking up,” Jack grunts. “I’m ready for another fucking turn.”

Michael hisses when he comes, teeth gritted and eyes wild as he shoots his cum nice and deep.

“I hope this works,” I whimper. “The perfect end to a perfect fuck.”

I squeak as Jack lifts me clean off Michael’s dick, barely having the chance to catch my breath before he guides me onto all fours with my belly hanging low.

It squelches so fucking loud as he thrusts inside, his balls slapping my ass as I bounce right back at him.

“Harder!” I squeal. “Harder, Jack! Fuck me!”

And he does.

Harder. Deeper. With a voice that’s straining as he grunts out his pleasure with every single slam of his hips.

“My fucking turn,” Michael barks, and I feel them jostle behind me.

One dick, then another, in turns that leave me ragged. Open wide then filled right up, my pussy squelching and spluttering as my two gorgeous guys claim me over and over.

If this doesn’t work to fuck me into labour, I have no idea what will.

It’s brutal. Messy. Loud.

Amazing.

I’m hissing and whimpering and coming with a desperate cry as those two fat cocks take me all the way.

And then I feel it.

The contraction.

Enough to take my breath in a whole other fucking way.

They freeze like statues as I tense up, their hands on my clammy skin as I gesture for them to hold back.

“Fuck, ow!” I cry, and their hands circle my shoulders.

“Fuck,” Jack comments. “I didn’t think this was actually going to fucking work.”

And neither did I.

“It could be another trial run,” Michael says, but I don’t think so. Not this time.

I’m going to end up delivering this baby with two daddies’ cum still fresh inside me.

That’ll be a treat for the midwife.

When the wetness comes it comes hard, a flood so fast it sounds like a gush as it lands on the fabric between my legs.

“Fuck,” all three of us say in unison, and this is really it.

Really, really it.

Michael’s pulling on his jeans even as his hand rubs the small of my back. Jack’s diving in his pocket for his phone even as I flick a glance over my shoulder.

“I’m gonna have this baby in time for Christmas,” I tell them, like they don’t know already.

Michael’s smile lights up the night.

“Every Christmas present we could have ever wished for,” he tells me, and he’s right. It is.

“Better call the midwife,” I say to Jack, but it’s pointless. He’s one step ahead, as always.

There’s a strange moment of calm as I settle back down onto the sofa between my two men. I’m sure it will be short-lived, but for now I’ll take it.

I take their hands along with it.

“I know you’re gonna be the best daddies ever,” I tell them for the thousandth time.

And I know they will be.

They’ve already been the very best daddies for me.