A few months have passed in domestic bliss, and the soft swell of my belly is just becoming noticeable. My breasts are just a little bit bigger. I can feel my body changing to accommodate the life my room- boyfriend put in my womb. Soon I wont be able to hide what's happened to me any longer. I'll have to tell my friends, my family. He's been pushing for it.
He's invited his own friends over, three men I'd thought I'd never have to be exposed to again. It's the first time I've seen them in over a year because... well, the first meeting didn't go so well. Let's just say they weren't exactly respectful, and he knows I don't like them. But he's my man now, and who am I to argue?
They've been leering at me all night, whenever I bring them food or beer. I shouldn’t like it, but something that would have disgusted me before makes me squirm in a new way now. Something inside me has truly changed, been broken forever.
My boyfriend pulls me into his lap the next time I stop by to refill his drink. He wraps one arm around my middle and gropes my chest with the other hand, right in front of everyone. For a moment, I think their eyes might pop right out of their skulls. And then they smile, that horrible sneer returning in full.
"Wow," says one, taking a sip of his beer, "you really did it."
"I thought you were bullshitting," says another.
"No bullshit," my man says proudly. His hand is still on my breast, squeezing and rubbing slowly. Putting on a show. His friends' eyes never leave me. I can see bulges rising in their pants. How much has he told them? Everything, it seems.
For a moment I feel betrayed. Then he pinches my nipple through my shirt, and the thought leaves my head along with a girlish whine. I shift in his lap, and I can feel him starting to harden, too.
My immediate reaction is to touch it, to feel the warmth and weight of his cock in my hand. It's like a primal urge now, and it takes real effort to tamp it down. Surely this isn't going where I think it is. Right?
Except, it's going exactly that way. I know it the second he takes my hand and places it over the strain in his pants. A familiar, heady wave of want washes over me when I feel the thing I've come to love under his jeans.
His friends are forgotten as I undo the button and push the waistband of his boxers down, his rapidly hardening cock springing free. My mouth is watering. My cunt is immediately slick at the sight of it. My body knows what this means, and it's always ready.
"On your knees, baby. Let's show them what a good girl I've made you," he coos. There's more condescension in his voice than usual - or maybe its just the embarrassment at being watched that makes me more perceptive to it. Either way, it sends a shudder through my whole body.
I obey without a word, and his head on my tongue feels like coming home after a long day.
"You trained her well," one of his friends comments. There's the sound of rustling behind me, belt buckles being undone.
"Why dont you show them how well? You want to be a good host, don't you?" He suggests to me, and its made clear my answer doesn't actually matter when he bucks further into my mouth. I nod around his cock anyway.
And then there are footsteps behind me, hands on my hips pulling me up to my knees, shoving my skirt and underwear aside, and I can see now why he suggested this outfit. Something hot and now-familiar drags along my dripping slit.
"Fuck, she's so wet already. I can't believe this is the same dyke that kicked me out last time." The head of his cock slips just barely inside me, and I whimper. "God, she's so tight."
"Should have felt her before," my boyfriend laughs, and something about being talked about as if I wasn't even there makes me melt.
The man behind me pushes in slowly, letting me feel every inch sink deeper. Its familiar, but different. His cock is shorter, but a little wider, a little more curved. The stretch is incredible. My throat is too full to moan, but my boyfriend seems to sense my appreciation anyway. He chuckles and pets my hair, like I'm a well behaved pet. Maybe I am.
The new cock bottoms out inside me, his warm, heavy balls pressed to my clit. I push back into him without thinking, and I'm rewarded with a loud, deep groan. Full on both ends, not a single thought in my head. Is this what heaven feels like?
"You can cum inside her," my boyfriend says, almost nonchalant, "she fucking loves it."
His friend barks a breathy laugh, and then he's fucking me in earnest. Long, deep strokes, all the way in and all the way out. I can feel my orgasm building embarrassingly quickly. The pleasure drives me to desperation on my boyfriend's cock, swallowing him down with a blind fervor. His friend's rapid thrusts push his cock even deeper down my throat.
My moan when I cum is choked. I rock back, grinding my absolutely dripping cunt down on this new cock as deep as I can take it. There's a reverent, "oh fuck," from behind me, and then his cock is twitching, throbbing, warmth painting my insides. I can feel my eyes rolling back in my head in utter bliss.
I'm not given a moment to recover before I'm full again, another one of his friends taking the reins. His cock is different, too, thinner than the last but much longer. It hits me so deep, I swear I can feel it in my womb. I might be screaming if I wasn't still impaled on my boyfriend's cock, too. Someone untangles my hand from where it's clenched in his jeans and places it on yet another hard dick - his third friend. I'm surrounded by men, full of men, and I've never felt so fulfilled in my life.
The new cock fucks me slow and deep. I can feel every ridge, the fat head rubbing me inside just right. The change in pace is welcome to my still pulsing cunt. Fuck, am I already going to cum again?
He fucks me through my writhing orgasm, my boyfriend pulling me off him to moan helplessly against his balls.
"You're being such a good girl for us, baby. You were always meant to be a cocksleeve, weren't you?" He says sweetly. I just look up at him blearily and nod, taking him back down my throat like it's the most natural thing in the world. He's grinning smugly down at me, and I can't even imagine the expressions of his friends. Was this always his plan?
The cock inside me spasms when he cums, pushing in deep and rough with a near-roar that makes me shiver. I can feel their combined seed dripping down my thighs, too much for my body to contain. And then my hand is empty, and a third cock pushes into me with absolutely no resistance.
It goes on like this for hours, the four of them using my mouth and cunt until I'm a cum-soaked mess. All I can think, in the end, is thank God I'm already pregnant.
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