Preach to me Baby

by Hazel Parker

  Speaking of which, I began to seize at Mark's loins through the fabric of his jeans as the two of us made out. Feeling his bulge throbbing up against my fingertips and squeezing it tight in response. Honking on his horn, as it were, clamping my grip on that cock so fiercely that I thought I might rip straight through the denim. The agony of my efforts causing him to pull his lips away from me gasping, cringing, shivering all over, and his lips spreading wide into a vicious, hungry grin.

  The two of us peeled one another out of our clothes, and I savored the melting of the fabric from my flesh as he stripped me down to my (ahem) bare essentials, peeling me slowly, seductively from my bra and panties and then caressing every succulent inch of my nude, writhing body. My flesh covering his own like a blanket, my tits pooling up on his chest and my wet pussy grinding up against his crotch, dry humping him. My hands, all the while, going about the process of undressing him, in order to bring about a bit more intimate of a union.

  I stripped him rather forcefully to his boxers, and then whipped his cock out into the open. Satisfied immensely by its springing as it waved about readily before my eyes, fat and plump and so engorged that it stirred an immense hunger somewhere deep inside me. I crawled on top of his prone form, jutting my plump ass out toward him and mounting him in reverse, seizing a firm, almost painful grip around his erect penis to a chorus of grunts from above, and beginning to stroke him from tip to taint.

  He moaned with pleasure, and I increased my pace, working up the saliva from the back of my throat and then pouring it down onto his engorged tip through my teeth, lubricating him up a bit so that as I continued to wank him it produced a sweet, wet squelching sound. He moaned enthusiastically at this, and I opened my jaws wide, sinking down upon him and preparing my throat for the worst.

  My lips melted around his cock like a knife through warm butter, sinking to his base and then slurping promptly back up once again. My every movement brutish and uncivilized as I began to suck him into a rhythm, inhaling and regurgitating and twisting my tongue around his shaft and then occasionally pouring more spit onto his fat erection, the taste exquisite, and the sensations I knew I was putting in him making the humiliation of the effort more than worth the while.

  Even greater, then, was my feeling when he began to reciprocate my efforts, seizing a firm handful of my ass and then leaning forward, pulling my buttocks back toward him, and planting his hot wet lips firmly upon those of my pussy. I gasped loudly, momentarily pulling my mouth from his shaft as I accustomed myself to his oral exploration. My eyelids fluttering pleasantly shut as his tongue pierced up into me, drilling and sliding and lashing around through every wet surface, causing it to become even wetter between the arousal and the flowing of his saliva, and the overall effect. One that was incredibly pleasant, to say the very, very least.

  For some time the two of us locked ourselves in this sweet, agonizing unit, sucking up and inhaling one another's flesh with only the sweetest of kisses. Me deep throating him so hard that I nearly choked on the force of his erection, and him burying his face so deep inside my agonized, throbbing cunt that I thought he might go the whole nine yards and unbirth himself outright back up into my womb.

  Finally, after his tongue had lapped its way through the floral pink folds of my femininity six ways to Sunday and left me shaking like a fucking dog. Orgasm began to ring through my body like wildfire, and I found myself unable to continue with my oral efforts as my anatomy seized up with sensation.

  Every nerve ending seemed to light up exquisitely with the force of his immaculate pussy kisses, and I felt as though I might just become absorbed into the man. Dissolved as a part of him as my ears rang and my body shook and my ass clenched with the splendor of utmost climax. My heart beating like a drum and the ceiling seeming to spin around me with such perverse speed that it made me fucking dizzy.

  I collapsed, after God knows how long, and spit out his thick, slimy cock, resting for a moment, before turning my body around, and mounting him the proper way this time around...

  I climbed up on top of him, straddling his pelvis, and gave the sharp, curved blade of his cock a few last pumps of my fist in order to ensure that it was completely and totally ready for me. Then I lifted my ass up into the air over top of him, hovering for a bit as I aligned myself with his weapon, and then lowering myself, my eyes squinted tightly shut as I braced myself, and the sensation of being ripped apart by this new man even more wonderful than I could have imagined.

  I savored the stretching of my pussy as my body melted down onto him. Swallowing up inside me, and feeling him touch down so deep inside my pelvis that it was almost too immaculate to bear. I let out a tremendous, enthusiastic sigh, as though I'd somehow been deflated by the sharp blade of his erection, and for a moment I simply allowed myself to settle there, waiting, waiting, and biding my time as I leered into his eyes. My tits pounding and my nostrils flaring in a manner most predatory, the lips of my cunt throbbing around him as though tightening my body onto his own.

  Then slowly, very slowly, I began to rock on top of him, savoring the glorious feeling of my pussy lips being stretched out and distorted around the blunt obstacle of his erect penis. Loving the hot, wet squelching sound of the dank pink cunt meat being jostled into, and anticipating, with every agonized fiber of my being, the sweet, sweet escalation of our single night of unfettered passion.

  I began to pick up speed on top of him, gradually working myself into a steady, vicious thrashing, and eventually, as things progressed, bouncing up and down on top of that throbbing hard cock that it nearly made my fucking eyes crossed. Churning my pussy up into such a mess of pink pulp that the damage seemed unsalvageable as the sensation of friction coursed readily through my body. My jiggling tits feeling as though they were on fire as I absolutely destroyed myself on him.

  The nipples hardening perversely, and the wet, agonized clapping together of our sopping genitals turning me on like you wouldn't believe. A steady torrent of profanity came streaming forth from my lips like a liquid stream, “Oh God, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh shit, oh shit,” and as things intensified, climbing to a tremendous head, he began to grunt up at me in response. His hands on my ass and his fingers squeezing into my jiggling flesh for dear life, the raising and smacking down of my body onto his becoming unbearable.

  And with a few last, wet claps I smashed my pussy down onto him, driving his sharp tip so deep into my pussy that I thought it might just pierce something inside me. He began to throb, to pulse, and then to explode, ejaculation coursing through my tight wet femininity in sticky molten streams. Pulse after pulse after pulse of the gooey white stuff coating every tender bit of my flesh, sloshing back out of me in its thickness and abundance, and setting me over the edge.

  This time the orgasm was almost blinding as it rocked through my body like a virus, and I ended up screaming so loud that it made even my own ears hurt. Shortly after he pulled out of me a neighbor had called over to check and make sure things were alright, much to our delight and amusement.

  The two of us then proceeded to make out in the afterglow for some time and then went on to fuck one another twice more over the course of the night. My plan for reintroducing myself into the dating pool going off without a hitch, and my self-confidence restored in a manner far sweeter than I could have possibly hoped to imagine.

  3

  Mark had given me his phone number the morning after our long, sweaty night of sweet, sweet fucking, and I might reasonably have forgotten about him altogether if it wasn't for something that happened a few weeks later. Much to my surprise and astonishment, something that made me very, very glad I'd saved Mark's numbers despite my utter lack of intention to call him up again.

  For the most part, I'd managed to get my life back on track after the fallout of my relationship with Zach. I'd managed to find myself a new apartment, thanking my friend profusely for allowing me to live with her for a few weeks in the interim, and carrying on with my life in its new direction.
I started taking up yoga and, for at least a while, decided to swear off men and dating in general for the time being.

  Thinking that it would be better to work on myself in order to find better solutions to my problems, and not expecting some Prince Charming to swoop in and fix my life for me. If I met someone in the meantime and things seemed to take on a direction that seemed promising, then fine, we would see how it went. If I really felt a poignant enough craving for sexual release I could always wrangle up another one night stand sort of arrangement simply enough, quick and simple and without any serious implications for the overall course of my life.

  In the meantime, though, I had a bedside drawer full of dildos and vibrators that could easily get the job done for me in their place, sex toys that would expect even less of me than even these good time Charlies, and for the time being I was more than content to keep the poking of fingers into my existence out of my life altogether.

  And then I missed my period...

  Or, well, I thought I did... I wasn't all that concerned about the fact initially, caught up in my new mode of existence and distracted as I was, thinking that such occurrences had happened in the past, and on numerous occasions, as far as that went. I was on birth control pills, and one of their most desired effects was that I had my period less frequently, not to mention more lightly than I did when I was off the pill altogether. It was simple enough to chalk this one delayed cycle down to the fact of the pill's effects, and though I of course remained aware of the fact. I payed it as little heed as possible for some time until other signs began to gradually creep in.

  It became more difficult to ignore, for instance, as my stomach began to bulge into a little pot belly, in spite of my near draconian diet and exercise habits, and so obvious that it verged on being ridiculous for me to deny it any longer. My tits, too, began to grow engorged, swelling up like balloons with hormones and drooping slightly, the nipples becoming so dark and huge that they scarcely resembled their former selves any longer. Those slight, delicate pink little things there solely for decoration, now at last brought to swollen fruition and dripping with their more direct, reproductive purpose.

  I was, quite simply, rounding out...

  Understandably enough I panicked at first, not having a clue what in God's name I should do with myself, what steps I should take, or even, when I stepped back and thought about it, which of the two of my most recent lovers might have been responsible for impregnating me. Between the irregularity of my periods up to that point and the proximity in time of their pricks being inside me, I had no earthly way of calculating which of the two could possibly have been my baby daddy.

  At any rate, I was unsure which answer I would have honestly preferred- the complete stranger, about which I knew not a single fucking thing, or the man who I'd once loved but who had betrayed my trust and utterly sabotaged my life? Neither of them, of course, was an ideal candidate to assist in raising my firstborn child, and I struggled with indecision for some time as I struggled to make heads or tails of this most unpleasant situation.

  But I was swelling up so massive at this point that I looked as though I might reasonably have swallowed a blue ribbon award winning pumpkin at the county fair, and I knew that, whatever I decided to do about the situation, something had to be done as quickly as possible.

  Seeing no other option for myself at this point, I worked up every ounce of mettle in my engorged, overburdened body, and called up both Zach and Mark back to back, asking the two of them to come over to my place as soon as they could, that I had something important that I needed to say to them in person, stressing that it was very, very important.

  As each man stepped into my apartment, their jaws nearly hit the floor at sight of me, and comprehension seemed to dawn across their faces in a mere, sudden instant. Then the two of them looked at one another, and their eyes began to flash with mistrust, as though each of them was suddenly pissed at the other for having potentially gotten me pregnant. Even though, quite reasonably, neither of them any longer staked any claim whatsoever on my wet, pregnant vagina.

  Now, from this point onward I don't recall with any degree of precision the exact turn of events. I remember, quite vividly, that there was a very erotically charged atmosphere hanging over the room from the get-go. Even if it wasn't immediately clear why that should be the case. I suppose it was sort of a turn-on, having these two strapping men in the company of this fragile, inflated woman with one of their babies in the oven, not knowing which of them was responsible for planting his seed in me, and confronting my two most recent sex partners at once with the matter.

  And maybe it was something to do with the hormones pumping through my pregnant body as well, but for whatever reason I found myself stopping and shuddering every few minutes with arousal, closing my splayed thighs as though to ease up on my lurid want for these men's cocks in me. Knowing that I was running just a bit wild with my fantasizing and that things needed to be toned down a good notch or two for propriety's sake.

  And quite frankly, I don't know what precisely did the trick on the part of my two lovers, or what excuses they might later have cobbled together to go about explaining what soon unfolded. Maybe theirs was the same excuse as my own, a mix between the inherent eroticism of this most taboo scenario, and the chemical signals my swollen body was sending subtly out to them, Inviting them torturously in toward it, making them want me even as they shuddered with the prospect of a lifetime of responsibility wrapped up inside my womb.

  But whatever the reason, as I went about explaining what it was I had to say to the two of them. I could see them growing aroused like all hell at the melting and distorting of my lips around my own words, their nostrils flaring, and their anatomies actually trembling as I spotted the mutual inflation of their two hot, throbbing cocks through the crotches of their jeans.

  And the next thing I knew, largely without any warning, the two men were on me, my body inviting the two of them gladly into it as they devoured my pregnant flesh with splendid enthusiasm, the two men ravishing me at once, and the effect eclipsing anything in the world I might ever have imagined.

  Zach and Mark proceeded to positively ravish me, lapping me up with such astonishing hunger that I could scarcely sit still beneath their furious, insistent kisses, their lips pecking hot, wet, juicy against every exposed inch of my flesh, their tongues sliding along every contour, twirling through every nook and every crevice, coating me up with so much saliva that I thought I might slide straight out from in between the two of them.

  My own body's more natural lubrication keeping pace quite well as my arousal began to grow, my pussy burning for further penetration despite the fact of my body already being fully sated with sperm, as so readily evidenced by my immense pregnant stomach.

  With great care the men wrapped their arms around me, wanting to become violent with their enthusiasm, I could tell, but restraining themselves just barely on behalf of both myself and one of their buns in my oven. That precious little carrier of their genetics to which no harm could befall, and the vessel containing it whose flesh they treated with the absolute utmost of reverence.

  We twirled and pirouetted our collective with extreme care from the sitting room of my apartment directly into the bedroom, the door closed behind us so that our triadic love could proceed to become consummated in earnest from here on out.

  They ravished my trembling immensity with their kisses and caresses, the palms of their hands sliding across every sensitized surface of my pregnant flesh as they felt up every square inch of my anatomy. Their touches, even through the fabric of my clothes, causing me to positively burn with sensation, my jaw quaking as I anticipated the prospect of being taken by these two sexpots, and the two of them, as I grew more delicate and shrank away with fear, growing all the more adamant in their efforts. The scene getting hotter and hotter and hotter as the moments slipped by, and their cocks, I could see plainly, getting harder and harder and harder all the while...

  Before I
knew it the two sexpots were peeling out of their shirts, the fabric melting from their heaving, sweaty chests and crumpling silently to the floor, and for a moment they studied one another. Very cautiously placing their hands on one another and exploring the terrain, astonishing me, and making me wonder just how far I might possibly take this... I cleared my throat, and the two of them looked over at me, slightly embarrassed at being caught like this, but even more taken aback. I could tell, when I asked them, in full seriousness, to make out with one another while I touched myself to the sight of them doing so.

  They looked at one another in sheer stupefaction, and for a moment I thought they might be getting ready to tell me to go to hell for such an absolute absurd suggestion. But then, lo and behold, it turned out they would do just about anything they could to please their pregnant woman, and I gasped as they flung into one another's arms, each of them taking what I assumed to be their first ever taste of another man's lips.

  Their arms groping one another and their lips pecking on lips, chests, necks, their surprising bisexuality nearly causing me to pass out right there on the bed. Coming to my senses, then, I began to do as I had planned, squeezing hold of my own sensitized tit in response to the visual stimulus before me, and reaching between my splayed thighs, meanwhile, and playing with my pussy through the fabric of my stretch pants. Becoming so aroused by the sight of what was taking place before me that I could hardly stand it.