by Freya Kane
Getting caught was more of a turn-on than either of us expected. Duncan barely made it inside me before I was coming all over his cock, squeezing that thick erection and moaning “Duncan Duncan Duncan.”
Duncan slammed into me, rocking the couch with the force of his thrusts. “Do you like getting caught on a married man’s cock?” he growled, and I nodded, my voice lost as my pleasure redoubled at his filthy words.
A few thrusts more and Duncan spilled into me, his come coating my unprotected womb. On shaky legs I stood up, tugging my panties up and straightening my clothes as best as I could, though there was no hiding that I’d just been fucked.
Off to face the music.
***
In the end, everything turned out far better than expected. Lucy wasn’t even a little angry. “Duncan and I haven’t been like that for ages,” she said, hugging me tightly. “The only reason I even got married was to try something new, but monogamy just isn’t for me. I’ve just been too lazy to file the paperwork, but I’ll get everything filed tomorrow. He’s all yours with my blessing, sweetie.”
I hugged her back, murmuring thanks for not being angry since I did technically steal her husband. Laughing as Duncan sheepishly entered the room, she added, “I have three Tinder dates set up this week, and one of them does yoga. He’s bendy! I’ll be more than fine. You two are more suited to each other anyway. Though maybe next time hang a tie on the door so I know to knock first.”
So that's how my taboo fantasy turned into a reality. Since the divorce, he wasn't actually married anymore but we still loved to pretend. And we both made sure to hang a tie on the door to avoid giving anyone else an eyeful!
***
Duncan was right about one thing, we never did know exactly which time I ended up getting pregnant, but it definitely happened that very first day. I liked to imagine that Duncan jerking himself off into my pussy was the time that I got knocked up. For some reason, the idea of getting pregnant before I even had a cock inside me the first time made me even hornier.
And I was horny ALL the time now!
Eight months had passed since Duncan took my cherry and bred me in the same day. My belly was a huge mound, swollen and hard with Duncan’s baby. My breasts had never been that big compared to other girls, but I was certainly making up for my time in the itty bitty titty club now. Already filled with milk, they overflowed out of the DD maternity bras I’d bought.
Duncan couldn’t stop staring at them, and neither could Lucy.
Once the divorce was finalized we had offered to move out, but Lucy waved her hand like it was a silly idea and refused to allow it.
“This place is huge, and as long as you two aren’t bothered by who I’m fucking, I don’t have a problem with you two fucking. We’re all adults, after all,” she had said.
Lucy definitely seemed to prefer men, but I had seen her hook up with the occasional girl, and even though Duncan and I were monogamous, I was a bit curious. Maybe it was just the pregnancy hormones that made me want to fuck everything, but I knew Lucy had been checking me out.
So this former good girl decided to make things happen.
Duncan loved my pregnant body, and once he realized that my milk had come in, he loved drinking from me. I knew Lucy would be home any minute, but once I got my tits out, Duncan lost all track of time.
While sitting on the couch in the living room, I pulled my dress over my head, leaving my body totally nude except for a pair of pink panties. “Thirsty Duncan?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
A moment later, Duncan was on his knees in front of me, wrapping his lips around one of my aching nipples and sucking my milk. The release of pressure as Duncan nursed from me always felt incredible, and I was already soaking my panties.
“Touch my pussy, Duncan,” I demanded, idly wondering what had happened to that shy girl who had been too afraid to go after what she wanted for so long.
Duncan hooked his fingers around my panties and pulled them down, letting the pink fabric pool at my feet. I heard the front door open as I spread my legs wide.
“Fuck, that’s hot!”
Lucy was standing in the doorway, looking at me with a hunger I’d never seen before. Instead of running out of the room like she had the first time she caught us, she sat down on the chair across from the couch.
Duncan looked up, surprise on his face. His lips were smeared with my milk. “We can go to our room if you want us to,” he trailed off.
“Or I could watch,” Lucy added.
I moaned, nodding wildly.
"I'm not going to join in," Lucy continued. "You're not bi, Marion. You're just hormonal. You are 100% all about the dick, and I don't want things to get weird. Plus I had my time with Duncan." She giggled. "Your cock is nice, but been there, done that." Her face grew a little more serious. "But I'm not going to lie that seeing you looking so fucking sexy pregnant hasn't been making me wet. And I think you both enjoy the idea of someone watching you. So why don't you two fuck and play? I'm going to sit here and watch. . . and, let's be honest, I'm going to touch myself."
“Yes,” I groaned. Duncan had turned back to my breasts, sucking my other nipple into his mouth to nurse from me.
“I knew there was a bit of a freak under that uptight virgin you used to be,” Lucy said, unzipping her jeans and pushing them down to her knees. She parted her legs a bit, and I could see the wetness already soaking into the crotch of her panties. “It turns you on that you’re so fucking hot pregnant that even another girl is about to masturbate over you.” Lucy brought her hand between her legs, cupping her pussy over her panties. “And I’m going to play with my pussy. I’m dripping wet already from watching Duncan suck your milk.”
Duncan shifted, moving aside so Lucy got a good view of my pussy. Already pulsing with desire, he eased two fingers inside that slick opening, fucking me slowly on them. My eyes slipped shut from the pleasurable sensations, and when I opened them again, Lucy had pushed her panties down to her knees.
Lucy had a neatly trimmed brown bush between her legs, preferring a more natural look to the shaved look that I favored. I watched as she spread apart her lips and sank two fingers inside her wet hole, fucking herself on them while Duncan fingered me.
"I need to fuck you," Duncan groaned, standing up. I whined as he removed those wonderful fingers from my pussy, but then Duncan was unzipping his pants and pulling out that glorious nine-inch cock.
“Come closer, Lucy,” Duncan added, taking his cock in his hand and lining it up against my hungry pussy. “I know I’m blocking your view and you don’t want to miss this.”
Lucy kicked off her pants and panties and walked over, sitting on the arm of the couch to watch, her fingers still busy between her legs.
I cried out in bliss as Duncan’s cock pushed inside me, his thick girth stretching my aching walls. “Fuck me, Duncan!” I growled, my fingers digging into the couch cushions for leverage as Duncan started pounding into me.
My big pregnant belly jutted out in front of me, making a lot of positions impossible, but standing up with me on the couch was perfect. Duncan’s fingers were free to slide between my pussy lips, seeking out the button of my clit.
I brought my hands up to my large breasts, squeezing the round globes that Duncan had just finished draining of my milk. I could feel my orgasm growing closer and closer as Duncan rubbed my clit and his cock filled me.
I glanced over at Lucy to see her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. I could see the pink button of her clit peeking out between her lips, the soft down of brown hair not hiding it, and I wanted to touch her, just this one time.
I reached over between her legs, feeling soft hair and slick flesh. Lucy’s fingers stilled and then slipped from her body. Eagerly, I replaced them with my own, marveling a bit at the sensation of her wet walls squeezing around my fingers.
“Marion,” she moaned, and Duncan looked over at her, his lips curling into a smile as he saw just who’s fingers were in Lucy�
�s pussy.
“I’m close, Marion,” he groaned. “Fuck, seeing you fingering her pussy is so fucking hot.”
Lucy squeaked as my fingers hit a particularly good spot inside her, and she added, her voice breathy and blown out, "Pull out Duncan. I want you to paint that belly with come."
“Yes,” I hissed, loving it when Duncan marked me that way.
Duncan pulled out and took a step back, jacking his cock furiously. An instant later the first creamy white stripe of his come landed across my round belly. Quivering on the edge of orgasm, I went to bright my free hand between my legs, but Lucy beat me to it.
Her fingers sank inside me, soft and slender compared to Duncan, and that was all it took. I arched against her, my pussy squeezing her fingers while Duncan stroked himself off, covering my belly with the white stripes of his come.
My fingers faltered inside Lucy’s pussy as my orgasm distracted me, but when I came back to my senses I parted her lower lips with my thumb and pressed it against her clit. Lucy came with a yell, her pussy soaking my fingers even more as it squeezed around me.
The three of us were slumped back on the couch, sticky and satisfied. Lucy was right, I was still all about the dick, but it had been a fun experiment. We’d all had a chance to satisfy our curiosity, and I wouldn’t mind trying it again. After all, these horny pregnancy hormones would only last for so long!
Twice As Fertile
by
Freya Kane
I never thought of myself as a dirty girl.
I was pretty normal all through high school. I went on dates, had boyfriends, and lost my virginity at the perfectly acceptable age of 16. I had my share of college hookups. I wasn't the girl who let the football team run a train on her, but I wasn't a 22-year-old virgin hiding in the chem lab either.
I was average. At least until now.
For as long as I’ve known him, I’ve had a massive crush on one of my professors. Brooks taught my freshman English class, and I was so enchanted with him and the way he taught that I actually changed my major. He was the head of the department so after that we ended up spending a lot of time together.
Brooks was tall and built. From his perfect six-pack abs to his toned arms, his body was sculpted like an action movie star’s. I couldn’t stop myself from drooling every time I saw him, so I tried calling him Mr. Lenox to remind myself that he was off limits.
It didn’t work. Brooks hated formality and insisted that all of his students call him by his first name. So any chance of using his title to distance us was out.
Brooks was far from a typical college professor in terms of how he lived. He was pretty loaded from making a killing in the stock market, and he owned the amazing house on the edge of town. We had grown closer and closer over the years, long since having crossed the line from teacher and student into friends.
A few weeks before graduation, I asked Brooks if he had any idea where I should look to find a cheap apartment that was at least marginally nicer than the dorms. He looked shocked and more than a little offended. "Paige, you know you don't have to move into some hovel if you don't want to, right?" he said. At the surprised look on my own face, he continued. "Look, I have this massive house with just me in it. I can rent you a room for as long as you need until you get a job and are ready to move out. What am I going to do in this huge house by myself," he added, twirling a strand of my blonde hair around his finger playfully.
“I’d love to stay, Brooks!” I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around his neck, trying to ignore the spark of desire that was already growing in me.
***
I was stuck living with my incredibly sexy teacher, trying to ignore how much I wanted him and failing miserably. I knew technically he wasn’t my teacher anymore, but our university had some pretty crazy rules about teachers dating students and even former students. Since I had just graduated and I had been working so closely with Brooks for the past few years, it would have raised a lot of eyebrows. With me looking at grad schools, I just knew I shouldn’t risk it.
It didn’t make me want him any less though.
Somehow Brooks was oblivious to it all. He went to work and the gym like normal, and we ate dinner together every night. I had almost gotten used to constantly having soaking wet panties around him.
But then Kellen started coming over too, and my poor brain just couldn’t handle it.
Kellen was Brooks’ best friend, and when the two of them were in a room together every woman’s eyes went right to them. While Brooks had dark hair and soulful chocolate brown eyes, Kellen had sandy blond waves and bright blue eyes that seemed to always be sparkling with some secret joke.
They looked like complete opposites but they’d been best friends for longer than I’d been alive. They always worked out together, something that definitely showed in the hard muscles they both shared. The only man who could even begin to distract me from how badly I wanted Brooks was Kellen.
My phone buzzed and I saw the text message for Brooks pop up on the screen.
Paige, stuck late and can’t get ahold of Kellen to let him know I have to skip our run. He should be coming by at 6, let him know I owe him a beer.
I smiled to myself. One way to get over Brooks would be to get under Kellen.
I glanced at the clock and saw that it was 5:30. Only half an hour until Kellen was due to arrive, and I was wearing a baggy t-shirt and yoga pants and my hair was in a messy ponytail. I looked okay, but I didn't want okay. If I was going to have a chance to seduce Kellen I needed to be drop-dead gorgeous.
I raced upstairs and spent the next thirty minutes primping. I had swapped my casual clothes for a slinky red dress that clung to every curve. Underneath it, I had on the skimpiest black thong I owned, and I had skipped a bra altogether. I lined my eyes with dark eyeliner and mascara and brushed my hair out into sleek waves. I slipped my feet into a pair of strappy silver heels before heading downstairs.
I heard the door open and I knew it was Kellen. Brooks had given him his own key since he came over so much. Composing my full lips into a sad pout I lowered my head, trying to look as downcast as possible even though I was already grinning inside.
"Why so glum, Paige?" Kellen asked, his eyes roving over my body hungrily. This would never have worked if Kellen wasn't attracted to me, but I'd caught him checking me out tons of times over the past few months.
“I thought you were my date,” I said, trying to sound as distraught as possible over the absence of my imaginary date. “He stood me up! I got all dressed up and he just texted me saying he couldn’t make it. No reason, just ‘can’t make it.’”
I slumped down on the couch, hoping I looked adequately dejected so that Kellen would comfort me.
Kellen sat down next to me, his hand resting on my bare knee. Score. “I don’t know who this guy is, but he’s obviously insane if he stood you up. Especially looking like that.”
I smiled shyly, lifting my head from my hands and meeting Kellen’s blue eyes. “You like it?” He nodded earnestly. “Do you think it’s not too tight?” Deciding that boldness was the way to go tonight, I stood up and twirled around, letting Kellen check out my dress from all angles, especially where the fabric clung to my round ass.
When Kellen spoke up a bit his voice sounded choked, "No, not too tight at all." I glanced down at his lap and saw that his running shorts were looking a bit tight. He bit his lip and looked around as if expecting Brooks to pop up from behind the couch. “Where’s Brooks? I’m supposed to meet him for a run.”
“Brooks texted me and said he has to work late,” I said, my voice sounding low and sultry, even to my own ears. “We have the whole place to ourselves.” I stood in between Kellen’s legs and leaned over until I was just in front of his face, my lips inches from his. “What do you think we should do?”
“We shouldn’t,” Kellen said without conviction.
“I think we should.” I stood up and took a step back. I slid my hand up my thigh and underneath my skirt unt
il caught the edge of my panties. I tugged them down slowly, easing them past my knees until they fell on the floor around my feet. I bent down and grabbed them, tossing them to Kellen.
He caught them easily and brought them to his nose, inhaling my musk deeply. “You smell delicious,” he murmured, his protests forgotten.
“I think this dress really is too tight,” I continued. “I should take it off.”
Kellen’s eyes were riveted to me as I peeled my dress up and over my head. I dropped it on the floor, the puddle of red fabric forgotten as soon as it touched the ground. I stood in front of Kellen, completely naked except for my high heels. I knew I looked good. My breasts were round and perky and my nipples were hard little peaks. I had shaved my pussy bare, and my wetness was already glistening on my soft pink lips.
