“Because we can give you more. So much more.”
They fucked me with their fully formed knots, plowing the channel to my womb, using my body like a cock sleeve.
I lost count of how many times they switched places. From what I could tell, they both came twice.
I was so full of cum, it bubbled out around their knots when they fucked me. My hole made smacking noises every time they switched places, and the sensation of a bulging knot forcing its way through my stretched rim in and out made me scream everytime. I was hoarse, drooling into the bedding, and in my head, there was just a single thought.
Knock me up. Stuff me with cum. Breed me. Breed me.
I must have been saying some of it out loud. The next thrust felt like a punch into my very core, and fireworks exploded in my brain.
“We’ll fuck so much cum into your ass it’ll come out of your throat.”
I didn’t know who said that.
But oh Lord, I got lost in that image. It sounded like paradise.
I’d stay ass up, spread out, my hole like a bottomless cup, and they’d fuck me over and over, coming inside me until my stomach would be bloated, my womb like a damned water balloon, stretched around their seed, but they’d keep going until every cavity of my body would be filled with white cream.
Could I taste it in the back of my throat already?
Later, I lay snuggled between them, drunk on their combined scent. With my hand on my underbelly, covering my full womb, I kept thinking of their cum in me. Nothing else mattered.
25
JORDY
Laurel lay on his stomach, legs spread out wide, his hips supported by a mountain of pillows. My knot had already gone down, and it looked like Monty’s dick was softening too. He pulled gently out of Laurel’s hole, and Laurel let out a long sigh.
Monty spread Laurel’s ass cheeks wider, and I ran my fingers along the stretched rim of Laurel’s hole. I told myself I did it to check for injuries, but that was bullshit. I knew Laurel was fine.
I just loved this. Seeing it, touching it… Fucking hell.
It looked like a huge, glazed donut. A dollop of our mixed cum trickled out, so I stuffed it back with two fingers.
“Mmhmm.” Laurel sounded happy, so I rotated my fingers and stroked his inner walls, just shallowly, rubbing his supple flesh.
Monty gave me a deep kiss, and then he watched me play with Laurel’s hole.
When Laurel’s breathing calmed down, I very carefully withdrew my fingers and patted his still-open hole. Would he be okay like this? His ass was still gaping.
I removed the pillows from underneath him so he could lie comfortably on his back. We flanked him on the bed, and he reached for our groins. He palmed our cocks and closed his eyes.
It made me smile. “Greedy boy.”
“Stay here,” he mumbled.
“How do you feel?” Monty asked.
“Mmm. Like I would really really like to skip the pill in the morning and have you knock me up for real.”
Monty exchanged a worried look with me before Laurel continued. “But I won’t. I’m still rational enough to know that wanting to get impregnated because it sounds like the hottest thing in the world isn’t the same as being ready to have an actual kid.” He was slurring some words, but I could tell he knew exactly what he was saying.
“The pretending helps,” he murmured. “Want to keep doing that.”
“We will,” I said.
I stroked his swollen belly, and Laurel’s lips quirked up. But then he shifted a little, grimacing.
