by Candy Quinn
That delightful V-shape chiselled into his lower torso just makes me squirm to see, as it ends in a short patch of dark pubic hair above his thick cock. His buddies hold my legs back, stroking my thighs too, leaving him free to manhandle my tits with his large, rough hands as he pumps into me.
It’s so insane! It feels beyond any pleasure I’d ever dreamt of, and I even appreciate the way one guy is petting my hair, my tits jiggling and bouncing from the sensation of being fucked by Brett at an increasingly rough, fast pace.
“You all gotta try her,” he pants out between moans, his dick throbbing inside me as he keeps me to himself still. He was the leader of the pack and he was gonna have his way first before he’d share me, I realized. But that’s okay, my tight, clenching pussy wasn’t gonna let him last long if Malcolm was any sign.
And I’m in no hurry. The longer I have a cock in me, the better I feel. Especially knowing how many cocks are still to come.
I go to speak, but then flesh silences me. For a brief moment, I think it’s someone come in for a kiss, but instead it’s a guy’s fingers, two of them, pressed between my lips.
Instinctively, I start licking and sucking them, looking into the face of a stranger, someone I can’t remember ever seeing before this night. But he seems happy at my sucking, stroking my cheek with his free hand and cooing at me, the sound nearly drowned out by the whooping and hollering of the other men surrounding me.
My sweet moans and pouty faces coaxed that guy on, my dainty digits walking their way out to his groin, rubbing over his rock solid cock. It was another delightful treat to enjoy as Brett bent back my legs and really pounded me, his balls slapping against my ass so loud I thought someone was getting smacked around for a moment.
Some people started chanting Brett’s name, but then I realized at least as many broke in with a chant for me. Though none seemed to know my name, they just knew me as ‘slut’, but the way they said it betrayed their admiring devotion.
It feels more like my real name now anyways. Like the one I was born to respond to, and a great deal of pride swells up in my chest. It makes me want to please them more, to do whatever they wanted, but I’m still so new to all this. I’ve never even seen a porno, and I’m just going on instinct alone.
The fingers in my mouth, though, are quickly replaced by something else. Something thicker, veneer... I don’t even know who it belongs to as my vision is blocked out by bodies, and before I can say anything, the cock thrusts further into my lips, silencing me utterly.
I’ve never thought about having a man’s privates in my mouth, and the fact that he isn’t in my pussy gives me pause, but the taste of his precum upon my tongue is finer than any dessert I’ve had.
The little voice at the back of my brain wants to scream out that sex is wrong unless it’s for procreation — which I’m diligently doing with Brett right now — but these chanting men are so sweet to me, cheering my new name. I want to reward them, so I suckle on that cock, lick and stroke it in my mouth as whoever it is begins to pump its length into my maw.
Brett though is taking over with harder and harder thrusts, and I can’t help but stare at him, admiring his masculine physique as he claims me. His hard muscles glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration, his whole body rippling as he throbs inside me, stretching me wider, making me give muffled, humming moans around that cock in my mouth.
And the sweetest part is when finally that big, beefy captain loses it. He finally hammers into me one last time, burying his dick deep as he lets loose a roar of satisfaction, the guys all burst into cheering, and I feel a thick load of virile spunk pour into me in thick long gouts.
I start sucking the cock in my mouth more feverishly as Brett cums in my over-fertile pussy, my entire body throbbing and moving against him, even though I’m still pinned. It feels good to be held, the hands restraining me, keeping me in place so that I can’t run away from all these cocks.
I know they’re afraid I might lose my nerve, that I might not be the girl they hope I am, and that’s why they’re keeping me here. But our goals are the same. They want me held in place so I can keep taking all their dicks, and I want that more than anything, so they can restrain me all they want.
So when Brett pulls out, I make sure they all know I’m not done. I help keep my legs spread, rock my hips so that my puffy, slightly-reddened pussy dribbles cum and begs for more. I reach one hand out to grasp another dick as I suckle upon the one in my mouth, and then they take the cue.
Another big, muscular football player strips off his top, revealing another chest rippling with muscle, before he pulls down his pants and lets his hard, needy cock spring out. It’s just what I need, and I give a lewd moan to let them know my excitement.
“Damn she is fuckin’ wild!” shouts one of the guys, as the next man takes hold of a tit in one hand, and my thigh in the other, sinking down into my wet, cum-filled cunt, moaning as fills me up so fully. He wants me so bad he doesn’t care that he’s sinking into the creamy spunk of another guy… well two, but I don’t think they noticed the first load the were so horny for me.
Turning them on is turning me on even more. Every time I moan against this stranger’s cock flesh, they all get hotter, and that makes me feel even sexier. It’s liberating, to give myself up to so many men, to feel their touch and breath and mouths working against my skin. I’m losing track of how many there are, and of who’s touching where, but it doesn’t matter. It’s perfect, just like this.
Just carnal pleasure, our bodies working together to bring each other mutual bliss.
This new guy starts off hard and rough, pounding into me, but it’s easier for him with the aid of all that slick honey and cum lubing his dick inside me. I love it, glancing around at the many hungry, horny faces, seeing more than a few of them now beating their cocks in their hands excitedly, unable to hold off until their turn with me.
I do my best to help out, using my two hands to take hold of two throbbing, hard shafts and pump them. It’s dizzying, being fucked, sucking dick and stroking two cocks all at once, but in a good way. Like riding a roller coaster up so high! I never want to come down, and I reward them with some extra special pumps.
The guy that’s hammering into me is making such a mess, wetness splattering on us both as he really pounds me hard. He’s so wild he doesn’t last as long as Brett, letting loose a choked moan as he blows his load in me, becoming third on the list of likely daddies to be.
I pop the cock out of my mouth, feeling it bulging and tense, oh so close to blowing.
“Your turn,” I say with sweet need, and he’s happy to oblige, getting between my legs as Brett comes back around to me, grinning as his still half-hard cock hangs from his pants.
“C’mon, I wanna do you again,” he husks, hefting his meaty prick and pointing it to my lips.
I can taste myself on him, mingled with the cum of him and Malcolm, and it’s like a sweet cocktail. Almost like a magical elixir!
I swipe my tongue along his head, feeling the blood start to return to him, making him bigger and fuller. I can’t get enough, and it distracts me for a moment from everything else, from the dicks in my hands, and the guy I was just giving a blowjob to pushing between my legs.
It’s all so sweet, but when the guy at my pussy puts his fingers on my clit, it all starts boiling over.
“Returning the favour,” he growls right before he thrusts into me, as deep as he can go. Already my world is exploded with colour, but when he starts rubbing that throbbing, wet little clit of mine, I’m totally losing my mind. I can’t scream, not with Brett’s dick between my lips, but a muffled moan of pleasure vibrates his sensitive flesh, making him shudder in delight.
I look at the handsome face of that football player rubbing my clit, for as long as I can anyhow. He’s so charming, and the way he pumps his cock into me while working my sensitive little bud just drives me crazy. He’s a keeper, and I try to remember his face extra hard, but my brain is a mess of sensatio
ns.
My legs twitch, but the helpful guys keep them spread wide as this handsome man fucks me so nice. He’s not gonna last long after my suckling, but neither am I. We both explode at about the same moment, me screaming into Brett’s cock as a flood of honey bursts out around the dick in me, coating the guy’s groin as he blows his load deep inside. It’s such a beautiful moment, and I suckle on Brett’s dick extra hard as the man in me leans down, gives me tits a kiss before pulling out, making room for the next hungry dick to push inside me.
“Fuck, she sucks a dick like a pro,” Brett moans aloud, stroking my hair. “Tight as a virgin, sucks like a whore,” he declares to such enthusiastic calls.
It fills me with such pride to hear him talk about me like this. I’ve never felt so happy in all my life, and I have those pills to thank. They were able to finally make me feel whole, and when another cock pushes into my messy pussy, I feel like if this is a dream, I never want to wake up.
7 Months Later…
Being pregnant is hard. A lot of my old clothes doesn’t fit well anymore, but then, since I started on the pill most of my tops no longer fit anyhow. That issue got all the worse though as my tits filled with milk, and to add, my ass filled out in back some too.
I got this round little belly to boot, and some guys really don’t dig the pregnant look. But thankfully there’s plenty of them that don’t care at all and are happy to stick it in me.
Like Malcolm.
I’m bent over on his bed, on my hands and knees, as his hard cock throbs inside me. He’s being gentle for fear of the baby, but I try and push him to go a little harder, rocking more and more with his thrusts.
“Oh fuck Tiffany,” he pants, and I can feel his dick pulse with excitement in me. “You’re so fucking hot like this, all full of my baby,” he growls possessively, reaching in under me to cup my heavy tits and squeeze them. They’re so tender it makes me moan aloud.
And yeah, Malcolm’s convinced it’s his baby, seeing as he was the first dick to blow inside me. And maybe he’s right, I have no idea. But he’s been super sweet about it all.
Besides, he still can’t get enough of me, and what more do I need in a man than a big, thick dick that’s almost always ready to go?
He’s even asked me to move in with him, and the thought is tempting. Being able to wake him up in the morning by riding his cock... it sounds actually really great. But after he cums, well, a girl still has her needs, and no matter how many times he makes me orgasm, there’s only one thing I have on my mind.
“Right there,” I gasp, already feeling that orgasm start to work its way through my limbs, “Oh baby, you feel so good!”
Mostly I just sleep around these days anyhow. Usually I pass out at the footballers’ dorm after a long round of pump-the-slut, their favourite after-game activity. That handsome guy who I first sucked the dick of, Nick, is so sweet and makes sure I cum a lot there, and Brett is always good for blowing a few loads in me, which is important to me even now that I’m pregnant.
Ohhh, just the thought of it…
It’s enough to do the trick, and I scream as Malcolm shudders, tenses, his dick throbbing as he busts a nut inside me. But he’s a little tricky, tugging out in time to jerk his dick and splatter his cum on my ass.
“Fuck Tiffany, take it!” he husks with excitement as he coats me in his cream.
I don’t know why he does that. I’m already knocked up, it’s not like he can double knock me up. And, I mean, I like the feeling of his cum on my skin, especially when he draws on me, letting that sticky fluid dry on my flesh in the shape of a heart or whatever.
But I have a desperate need to have cum filling my insides, so it’s still an annoyance.
I breathe heavily as I come down from my own high, my entire body tingling with sensation, feeling so over-sensitive.
He falls back on his haunches, huffing, and I slump down a moment, resting my head to my arms as I pant. I’m a sticky mess again, just after my shower, but that’s how I like being these days, in all honesty.
“I gotta get ready for class,” Malcolm says, and I whimper. I was hoping to coax another fuck out of him before he had to go. “Sorry Tiffany, exams this morning, I gotta be there,” he says, leaning in and giving me a kiss on my pouty lips. “You can hang out if you want though,” he offers.
Yeah right.
“I gotta go see a doc,” I say, though he’s not really a doctor, just a researcher.
“Oh, right yeah. You take care okay?” he says with a smile as he gets dressed, then tugs my top closed over my tits. I dunno how long it’ll stay like that though, my breasts have gotten so big even my new tops no longer contain them. He’s a fuddy duddy about me not walking around topless though.
But I don’t see what the issue is. The few times I got stopped by campus security for indecency, they just took me along for a few fucks and then sent me on my way with a smile.
I humour him, though, and don’t immediately undo his fix, and give him a beaming smile that I know will make him rush to get back to me. He always does.
The second he leaves, though, I get ready for my appointment. Well, more like an arrangement. See, after I got knocked up, it was pretty obvious to the researchers that I’d succumbed to one of the nasty side effects. It was impossible to hide that much from them after a while, and they refused to give me more of the pills.
Well... most of them refused.
In my skirt and high heels — which I’d gotten so good at walking in — I skipped my way on over to the Health Sciences department building. My jaunty little step making my tits bounce and drawing more than a few gazes as one button popped opened and some of my areolas showed.
I got to my destination, the lovely little office connected to a lab of the dashing silver-fox researcher that was hooking me up. Wearing his lab coat he looked up from his work, eyes going wide at the sight of me.
“Tiffany,” he says, and I love the way he looks blown away by my looks every time I stop by. “My god you’ve gotten so big,” he says, licking his lips with anticipation. Whatever way in which he meant I’d gotten big, he didn’t disapprove.
“Yuhhuh,” I say with a nod, my fingers laced behind my back so I could thrust my chest towards him. “I need my prenatal meds.” It’s not precisely true. But I need what he’s giving me, and he told me never to ask for it outright. Even though no one is here, he likes playing coy, like this is all some game.
He comes towards me, pushing the door shut and locking it before letting his hand go right for my ass, lifting my skirt to squeeze a cheek beneath, his other hand going for my chest to grab a tit. He doesn’t waste any time, I like that about him.
“I swear, every time you come here you’re more beautiful,” he remarks, guiding me into his lab towards a desk. “I’ve got your pills,” he says, and I see them there on the lab table before me, waiting and ready. “You ready to earn them?” he asks, wide-eyed with anticipation.
“Always,” I promise him, my fingers going to the buttons at the side of my skirt, undoing it and baring my shaved pussy to him. My belly pokes out above it, overshadowing it a little bit, but I know he likes this. He likes everything about what these pills do to me, and I wonder if there’s any other students who he’s doing this with.
The thought turns me on, but I haven’t seen anyone else like me. I feel like I’d be able to sense it if someone were...
“Holy fuck,” he says, staring in awe at my smooth body, his two hands roaming over me, stroking my curves, my hips, ass, belly, tits, all of it. He’s a hungry man for my flesh, and I do always enjoy our sessions together. He undoes the last of my top’s buttons and leans in, clamping his lips around my nipple and suckling. Hard.
He’s a ravenous pervert, and I feel him grinding his hard dick up against me.
My tits are so sensitive that his feverish sucking almost hurts, but it’s in a really, really good way. Besides, I figure it’s all prep for when I actually have this baby. I can’t wait for that
, because that means that someone else gets to knock me up again.
My fingers go to his grey hair, and I tug him in, craving the pain.
“Mmm, you like that?” I purr, my voice sultry and so filled with desire. “Can you taste me yet?”
He gives a low, lewd moan and I can feel him pull on my tit harder, drawing some faint trickle of milk into his hungry mouth. That’s a special feel all of its own, and I moan like he was tugging at my clit instead. Still so much for me to experience!
Getting down on his knees in front of me, he drinks from my tits, but then I notice something. In the corner is a camera light, and the camera itself moves to train on us. And I realize we’re being watched.
That little thrill makes me shiver with excitement, and I can’t help but curl my finger towards the lens in a come-hither gesture. I want more. More men to savour and enjoy me.
It’s only a few minutes before I hear the sound of a key at the door, and the hungry researcher doesn’t notice it. Not until it’s swinging open and two campus security guys, big and beefy, look in on us. Their uniforms looking hot I gotta admit.
There’s not an ounce of shame left in my body. I know that this is natural, it’s what men want, and I’m simply giving it to them. All the pussy they can handle, my body, so responsive, ready for them whenever they want me.
So having two men barge in on me and the researcher only thrills me more, and I groan louder. He’s still ignorant to the intrusion, still hungrily sucking at me, and I hold him to my tit greedily.
“Ohh, these pills make me so fucking horny. I wish I had all the dicks I could handle,” I purr, mainly for security’s benefit.
They step into the room, and it’s only once the door clicks back into place shut that the researcher is jarred away from my flesh to gasp in shock.
“What’s the meaning of this?!” He exclaims before seeing the security uniforms and freezing in shock. “Oh no… it’s, it’s not what it looks like!” He says defensively, but I know how to handle this. I can see the looks of interest in their eyes, the hunger for pussy.
