Stone Valley 1- Spring Break
Part 3
We ordered pizza and ate some dinner. After a movie, It was finally time for bed. I looked in the guest room where Jane had put our stuff.
“Hey,” I said. “There’s only one bed in here. Am I sleeping on the couch?”
Gina stepped out of her room. She was wearing a light blue nightgown and brushing her hair. “Don’t be silly, cutie,” she said. “You’re my seeded girl. You’re in here with me. I have a king-sized bed.”
Jane gave me a quick hug. “Good luck.”
I grumbled and walked into Gina’s room. I looked around. It was actually very nice.
“Do you like it?” asked Gina. “I hope so, since it’s your room now too.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Great feng shui.”
“You can take that off now, cutie,” said Gina, pointing to my mini-skirt and tube top. She giggled. “It shouldn’t take long.”
“Cool,” I said. “What am I sleeping in? PJs?”
“Nothing.”
I blinked. “Seriously? I’m sleeping naked?”
“Yes, seriously,” said Gina. “Now strip, cutie.”
I was beginning to realize that Gina’s voice took on a certain pitch when she was giving me an order that couldn’t be disobeyed. When she had said I could take off my clothes, there had been no reaction on my part. Now that she had ordered me to strip, however, my hands were already removing the mini-skirt and tube top. I tossed them on a chair.
Gina looked me over and nodded. “Oh, you’ve definitely got a futa pregnancy coming on,” she said. “You were too skinny anyway. It’ll be good for you.”
I decided not to answer that.
"“Now,” continued Gina, “get on the bed and lay on your back.”
I did so, laying my head on a pillow. The pillow was soft and had just the right amount of give.
“Now, touch yourself, cutie,” said Gina.
I opened my mouth to protest, but found my hand sliding over my belly down to my pussy.
“Good girl,” said Gina. “Now, take two fingers...just two...and rub your clit.”
I slid two fingers over my clit. Embarrassingly, I lubricated instantly.
“Good,” said Gina. “Now spread your legs more and continue rubbing your clit with those two fingers. Don’t stop unless I tell you to.”
My fingers started working my clit with more heat then, sliding over my hard nub repeatedly, hitting every sensitive spot instinctively.
Gawd, this was embarrassing. I was laying in front of Gina, legs spread, jilling myself in front of her. Unfortunately, it was working. My increased hormones surged and my heat escalated rapidly.
“Keep going,” said Gina. “Work that clit, girl. Now use a third finger.”
Oh, Gawd. My legs parted more. My hips began undulating. My belly muscles were jumping already. My whole body was racing towards complete ecstasy.
Gina stepped closer to the bed, standing over me. “Keep doing that until you are seconds away from release,” she said. “Once you hit that point, you will completely stop. You will say, ‘I’m a wet slut,’ and completely remove your fingers from your clit at that moment.”
There was no way I was doing that. I was too close at this point. Way too close. I wasn’t going to stop now even if the bed was on fire. My back was arching, my belly muscles jumping, and I was just about to-
-and then my fingers froze and lifted from my clit, and I heard my voice- an octave higher than normal- say, “I’m a wet slut.”
“Good,” said Gina. Then she leaned down and began whispering into my ear, although still somehow projecting her dominant instruction tone. “You are going to work your little seeded clit like this at least three times a day from now on,” she said. “You will do it right after you wake up in the mornings, you will do it again in mid-afternoon and you will do it again in the early evening. You will do it until you feel exactly this way and then you will stop just before release and say, ‘I’m a wet slut!’ You can do it more than three times a day if you need to, but you can’t do it less. You will not finish yourself unless I have given you permission.”
My eyes widened. “No!” I said, my pussy ridiculously wet and aching. “Don’t you dare! I [i]have[/i] to come! I have to!”
Gina kissed my cheek and stood. “What you [i]have[/i] to do,” she said, “is what I tell you to do. The sooner you learn that, the better off you’ll be. Good night.”
Gina then walked around to the other side of the bed, got under the covers and turned out the light.
I tried. I tried so hard to reach my clit. It was so close. But it might as well have been a mile away. The only thing I achieved was three more instances of me announcing “I’m a wet slut!” to the dark room before I gave up and went to sleep.
*****
I woke the next morning a wet mess.
I could actually feel the hormones surging through me. My nipples were rock hard and every move caused a spike of arousal in my belly. I tentatively touched my clit with two fingers and my legs practically popped apart on their own. I decided to give it a shot.
I lubricated instantly and my fingers assaulted my clit. My heat rose quickly as I worked my pussy and clit relentlessly. My hips even bucked.
Oh, yeah. I needed this. This one was going to be explosive. Gina must have fixed me while I was sleeping, because I suddenly realized it was going to work. I was a hot, writhing mess, sloppy wet and wriggling like crazy. It was going to happen. It was going to happen! I was going to peak-
-and then my fingers lifted as I announced, “I’m a wet slut!”
My eyes widened in horror. I strained to press my fingers back onto my clit, but my traitor hands refused to respond to my desperate mental instructions. I could only lay there, panting and gasping.
This really, really sucked.
I got up and stomped my way toward the bathroom. Then I stopped stomping, as I was still naked and my boobs had gotten too big and heavy for me to be stomping around without a bra.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My boobs were getting bigger by the day. The night I met Gina, I wore a 34b bra. Now I would have trouble packing these into a c-cup bra. With my highlighted hair, bright bimbo nails and big, jiggling boobs, I looked like a vapid sex kitten. Grrrrrrr.
And my belly looked like it was bigger as well. It wasn’t as obvious as my tits, but my pregnancy was beginning to announce itself even to strangers.
I leaned into the shower and turned on the water. Maybe Gina’s orders wouldn’t work while I was in the shower.
*****
I walked into the living room wearing my mini-skirt and tube top.
“Good morning, cutie,” said Gina, sitting on the couch. Jane waved at me from the kitchen.
I grunted at them.
“Oh, c’mon, now, cutie,” said Gina. “It’s not that bad.”
I considered ignoring her, but memories of my previous failed attempt to ignore persuaded me otherwise. I settled for “Easy for you to say.”
“True,” said Gina. “Poor cutie must be so worked up. We heard you in the shower.”
“Very funny,” I said.
“Bathrooms echo,” said Gina, “and you were a bit loud.”
I looked at Jane, who shrugged and nodded.
Wonderful.
“Fine. You heard me,” I said. “Moving on...do I [i]have[/i] to wear this outfit again?”
“Hmm,” said Gina, looking me over. “No. Not the skirt, anyway. There’s a pair of Daisy Dukes in the bottom drawer of my dresser. Put those on.”
I went to the bedroom and went through her dresser until I found the denim shorts. I pulled them on and buttoned them. Then I walked back to the living room.
“Perfect!” said Gina. “Those shorts [i]really[/i] show off your ass.”
“Tight denim cut-offs that barely cover my ass, a tube top that barely contains my tits and a baby belly protruding over the waistband of the shorts,” I said.
“And highlights and bare feet,” said Jane.
“You’re not helping,” I said to Jane. I turned back to Gina. “This whole outfit screams ‘trailer park bimbo,’ you know.”
“You’re in Stone Valley,” said Gina. “There’re several trailer parks around. You’ll fit right in.”
I stamped my foot. “You’re not funny.”
“I’ve got plenty of lipstick,” said Gina. “Perhaps we should just mark your belly for you so that everyone knows what you are.”
I opened my mouth to retort, then thought better of it. “On second thought,” I said, “this outfit brings out my eyes.”
Gina giggled. “I thought you might see it that way.”
I loftily ignored that.
“Now, cutie,” said Gina, “it’s time for some breakfast. Check the fridge...you’ll see some bacon and eggs and I’m sure you know how to make coffee.”
I turned and padded to the kitchen on bare feet. I set up the coffee maker and started it. Then I got the supplies from the fridge and soon the bacon was sizzling in the pan, with the eggs cooking on the next burner.
I heard Jane talking to Gina.
“Wow,” said Jane. “You’ve actually got Kelly cooking.”
“I can be very convincing,” said Gina.
A short time later, we sat down to breakfast.
“Not bad, cutie,” said Gina. “You’ll get better with practice.”
“Umm...Kelly?” said Jane. “You’ve got bacon and eggs and toast right on the table in front of you. Why are you eating dry cereal?”
I couldn’t answer. I was scooping Cheerios out of the box and putting handfuls of the cereal into my mouth.
“Cravings during a futa pregnancy can be intense,” said Gina. “She really can’t help that.”
“Oh,” said Jane.
Breakfast finally ended. I had eaten half the box.
“Wow,” said Gina. “Make sure you get more when you do the shopping.”
I hiccupped. “Fine,” I said.
Gina stood. “Now take care of the dishes, cutie,” she said, “and make sure the kitchen is nice and clean, ‘kay?”
I stood and began collecting the dirty plates.
*****
So close...so close...almost there...almost thereeeee...
“I’m a wet slut!”
I slapped the bedspread in pure frustration. I was too close! It wasn’t fair!
For three days now, I had tried desperately to work around Gina’s restriction. I was so fucking horny, I couldn’t see straight. My clit was rock solid and I was prepared to swear that a wind blowing over my labia would set me off.
I stomped through the living room, ignoring Gina’s look as I bounced and jiggled my way to the kitchen. I grabbed a box of dry cereal and stomped out to the living room.
“Didn’t we just have dinner an hour or two ago?” said Jane.
“Yep,” giggled Gina, “but Kelly’s eating for two now.”
“True,” said Jane. “I bet the baby’s gonna love Cheerios.”
“And ice cream,” said Gina.
“And definitely pickles,” said Jane.
“You guys are not funny!” I screamed. My frustration boiled over and I grabbed a handful of cereal out of the box and flung it over Gina and Jane.
Several seconds of incredulous silence passed. Then Jane said, “Oh, Kelly,” and shook her head.
Gina stood. “All right, cutie,” she said. “I know what you need. Go to the bedroom. Now.”
Jane looked worried. “Umm...she’s just frustrated, Gina. Try not to be too hard on her.”
I turned and flounced to the bedroom. Just as I turned, however, I saw Gina give Jane a wink. I had no idea what it was about, however, as I headed into the bedroom.
Gina entered the room a moment later. “Strip, cutie,” she said. “Now.”
I pulled off the tube top I wore everyday now, releasing my full, firm tits. Then I slipped off the tight black shorts I was wearing.
“Very good,” said Gina. “Now, get on the bed. Get on all fours, with your knees near the edge of the bed. Put the side of your face to the mattress.”
I found myself getting onto the bed and getting on all fours. I put my cheek to the mattress, leaving my ass sticking up.
“Very good, cutie,” said Gina.
I tried to look behind me. It appeared Gina had stripped as well and was stroking herself to hardness.
“You need something to shift your perspective a bit, Kelly,” said Gina, who was now standing directly behind me. “Something to shift your outlook and maybe change your attitude.”
“Whatever,” I said, not willing to give an inch.
“All right, brat,” said Gina. “Put your thumb in your mouth. Suck on it like a baby. Don’t take it out until I tell you to.”
I tried to protest- I wasn’t a baby, after all- but as soon as I did, my left thumb slid inside my mouth. My lips wrapped around the base of my thumb.
“Mmmmmppphhh!” I said.
“Shush, girl,” said Gina. “You should be used to having something in your mouth by now.”
Grrrrrrrrr.
“Now,” continued Gina, “it’s time for your attitude adjustment.”
That’s when I felt a sudden pressure against my tight rear entry.
My eyes widened. “Mmmmmpppphhh!” I said, hips wriggling.
Gina’s hands steadied my hips. “Stay right there, cutie,” she said. “You need this and you’re not getting out of it.”
I felt her spreading warm lube generously around my tight pucker. Then I squealed as a lubed finger slipped inside my ass.
Gina giggled. “I know, I know...you haven’t had it back there before,” she said. “Well, good news, cutie...you won’t be able to say that anymore after tonight.”
My mind whirled, but I couldn’t think of anyway out of it. Her words had removed any chance I had of getting away from that futa cock of hers, and with my thumb stuck in my mouth, I couldn’t even try to talk her out of it.
“We’re all set now, cutie,” said Gina. “Get ready.”
Gina shifted slightly and suddenly there was pressure against my generously lubed back door. I tried to wriggle, but it wasn’t working. Gina pushed slowly, but inexorably. Despite my resistance, I felt my sphincter slowly relaxing as Gina’s futa cockhead slowly penetrating my ass.
“Oh, yes, cutie,” said Gina. “This is going to be awesome. Don’t forget to breathe.”
“Mmmmppphh!” I said.
I didn’t hear Gina’s reply, though, because her cockhead suddenly popped inside my sphincter. I gasped around my thumb.
Gina giggled and paused, giving me a moment to get used to the sensations. Then she slowly slid her cock inch-by-inch into my ass, not stopping until her entire shaft was buried in my ass.
I breathed carefully around my thumb, trying to adjust to having an entire cock in my ass. My heart was pounding.
Gina giggled again. “Feel a change in attitude coming yet, cutie? If not, you will soon.”
Then she held my hips firmly as she began stroking her cock back and forth inside my ass.
The pressure was incredible. My heart was racing as she banged my ass silly. After a minute, I could even feel my sore sphincter relaxing.
Then Gina paused, her cock buried fully inside my ass.
“Now, cutie,” said the futa girl, “touch your clitty with your free hand.”
My left thumb was planted in my mouth, but my right hand slid past my belly. Two fingers rested against my still hard clit.
“Very good,” said Gina. “Now play with your clitty while I fuck your seeded ass good.”
My eyes widened, but it was too late to protest. Gina resumed stroking her cock into my ass while my fingers immediately started working my clit.
I knew what was coming, but there was no way to stop it. My hormones surged as I played with my clit. After three days of being on the verge of release, my body responded instantly to my clit’s stimulation. What I hadn’t realized, however, was the fact that my ass being full of cock would amplify the sensations to intensities I couldn’t even begin to imagine. My whole body became a seething, writhing explosion waiting to happen.
And then Gina said, “You have my permission to come.”
My eyes widened as my fingers suddenly hit all the right spots inside my pussy. Then my whole body ignited into the most explosive orgasm I had ever had. I squealed around my thumb as Gina continued banging my ass silly, but waves of pleasure washed over me again and again. Lights exploded in front of my eyes and my hips bucked against Gina’s stroking cock over and over again. I felt Gina grab my hips then and bury her cock fully inside me and a small part of my brain registered that the futa girl was shooting a huge load inside my ass, but that didn’t matter as I continued screaming around my thumb. My hips wriggled in the futa girl’s hands, but she remained firmly seated inside my tight back passage.
My orgasm finally tailed off, but my heart was still racing. My lips were still firmly wrapped around my thumb, but my lower lip and the sheet beneath my cheek were wet with drool.
Gina waited several heartbeats before finally sliding her softening cock out of my sore bottom. Then she patted my rounded butt cheeks.
“You have a really tight ass, brat,” she said. “You can come out when you’re ready to apologize. You’ll be able to take your thumb out of your mouth then.”
Gina slipped back into her clothing then and walked out the door.
*****
I remained on the bed for another minute. My explosive release had left me so weak, I wasn’t even sure I could stand. Finally, though, I got to my feet and dressed. I did, after all, have apologies to make.
Walking into the living room was an embarrassing affair. As good as I felt, there was no way I could walk in a way that didn’t announce I had just been fucked up the ass. Also, I still had my thumb in my mouth.
I walked over to Jane and my thumb slid right out, however, allowing me to give her a hug. “I’m really, really sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have done that. I won’t do it again, I promise.”
Jane hugged me back. “It’s okay, Kelly,” she said. “I take it Gina was very convincing in there.”
“Gina butt-fucked me and I deserved it,” I said. Then my eyes widened and I clapped a hand over my mouth as I realized what I had just said. Gina had apparently managed to program that into me at some point while I was sleeping. Apparently the butt-fucking wasn’t as spontaneous as it had appeared.
Gina and Jane laughed.
I blushed brightly for a moment. Then I laughed as well.
“Okay,” I said. “I deserved that.”
“Oh, yes,” said Gina and Jane in unison.
I giggled, then looked at Gina.
“I’m really, really sorry for what I did and my attitude,” I said. “I’ll try to be better.”
Gina nodded. “All right. We can work with that.”
My apologies done, I turned and walked to the kitchen. I came back with the broom and dustpan and got busy cleaning the mess I had made when I threw the cereal at Gina and Jane. I hummed songs as I did so.
“Wow,” said Jane. “That’s quite an attitude adjustment you did.”
Gina nodded. “Yep,” she said. “A futa cock up the ass can do wonders for a girl’s outlook. Wanna try it?”
Jane laughed. “I’ll pass, thanks,” she said. “Futa cocks come with a high price tag.”
“It’s not seeding season,” said Gina, smiling. “Your belly is safe.” She glanced at Jane’s tummy. “For now, anyway.”
Jane laughed again. “Good luck with that,” she said. “I’m not coming anywhere [i]near[/i] you come seeding season.”
Gina giggled. “Smart move,” she said. “I like you, and I think I’d like you even more with a swelled belly. You’d be adorable.”
“Upsie daisy,” I said, indicating they had to get off the couch. Once they were out of the way, I got all the cereal off the couch.
“Upsie daisy?” said Jane. She turned to Gina. “You know, I think you should be a little quicker with that back door approach to working on her attitude. It seems to be really effective.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
*****
My ass was sore the next morning and my walk had a definitive waddle to it. I told Gina and Jane that it was from being pregnant, but the look on their faces indicated they weren’t buying it. I was in much too good a mood to let that bother me, however.
I flitted about the kitchen humming, preparing breakfast for everybody and taking care of my morning chores. After breakfast, I took care of the dishes in record time and prepared a shopping list. Then I made my way out to the living room.
“We need some stuff from the store,” I said to Gina. “Do you want your morning blowjob before I go or when I come back?”
“Right now is fine,” said Gina.
Jane was sitting right there, but I was used to her watching by now. I dropped to my knees between Gina’s legs and took her cock into my mouth. Moments later my tightly-wrapped lips were stroking up and down her shaft.
“Did Kelly just start giving you a blowjob voluntarily?” said Jane, her voice incredulous.
“Well, not necessarily voluntarily,” Gina said as my head bobbed over her lap. “But her body is getting attuned to the hormone surge she’s experiencing every day.” Then she leaned forward, reached around and patted my ass. “And I’m sure getting fucked in the ass until she came like a slut didn’t hurt any, either.”
I generously pretended like I didn’t hear that. A moment later, her cock hardened and exploded in my mouth and I was far too busy swallowing her load to worry about her observations.
*****
Three days later, I had to admit that Gina was right. My moods were all over the place.
I could wake up in a nasty, snarling mood. Then after breakfast, I’d be cooing as I made the coffee. By lunch, I’d be ready to snap the mailman’s neck and cook a puppy for an entree. By mid-afternoon, I’d be humming songs. I was unpredictable, to say the least.
The constant arousal, of course, certainly didn’t help. I was on an erotic razor’s edge all day, ready to orgasm at the drop of a hat. I couldn’t get the fucking hat to drop, though, and it was enough to make me dangerous.
To keep busy, I began cleaning the house within an inch of its life. Gina had already assigned me the housework, so I attacked it with a vengeance. Dust flew and no speck of dirt dared show its face.
Today I was the only one home. I was dressed in tight denim shorts and a white sleeveless tee-shirt knotted just below my breasts. I was barefoot, of course, and as usual, my belly was bared. Gina hadn’t been kidding when she said she was going to show off my belly.
I was six weeks pregnant now, which was still early for a typical pregnancy. This, however, was a futa pregnancy, and because of this, my baby bump had already formed and was growing by the day. My boobs, it seemed, were growing even faster. My body was going through multiple changes and I had no control of anything.
So I cleaned house.
The dishes were washed, dried and put away. Everything had been dusted twice. The furniture was polished. The floor had been swept, mopped, swept again and then re-mopped. The windows sparkled. The bathroom dazzled. The sliding glass door looked transparent. There wasn’t a speck of dirt to be found anywhere.
Then I realized I had only vacuumed the area rugs once today. I rushed to get the vacuum cleaner.
The front door opened as I ran the vacuum hose over the rugs. I turned off the machine.
Gina stood in the doorway, with Anabell standing right behind her. My baby-daddy looked at me with an air of bemusement.
“I don’t think that rug can get much cleaner, cutie,” she said, entering the townhouse.
“You don’t know that,” I muttered.
“Wow,” said Anabell, closing the door behind her. “Aren’t you the moody one.”
“Harmones,” said Gina.
Anabell nodded. “Oh, yeah.”
Gina giggled. “Okay, cutie,” she said. “I think you need a diversion.”
“Maybe I don’t want a diversion,” I said, still muttering.
“True,” said Gina, “but I do. So take off your top.”
And just like that, I was suddenly standing in the living room topless in front of Gina and Anabell.
“Do you mind?” I said, crossing my arms over my tits. “They don’t need to be put on display in front of Anabell and the world, you know.”
“Actually,” said Gina, “Yes, they do. You’ve got incredible pregnancy boobs and they’re still getting bigger. They should definitely be put on display.”
I lifted my chin and kept my arms crossed firmly over my lush chest.
“So you wanna be difficult, eh?” said Gina. “No problem. Put your hands behind your head.”
Suddenly my hands were behind my head, lifting my heavy tits and leaving me no way to cover them.
“Hey!” I said.
“Wow,” said Anabell. “That’s a sweet, full rack your girl has there, Gina.”
“Heh,” said Gina, running a finger between my swelled mammaries and down over my tummy. “Your adorable little bump isn’t so little now. It’s getting bigger every day.”
“That’s your fault!” I said. “You made me fat!”
“Yes, I did,” she said, patting my belly. “I put a bun in your oven and I’m watching it grow.”
“Hmmmpphh,” I said. “You got lucky.”
Gina undid the button on my denim shorts. “Nope, I played you,” she said, pulling down my zipper. “You were easy.” Then she slid my denim shorts and panties down to the ground. “Now step out of those, cutie.”
Grumbling, I stepped out of the last bit of clothing I had been wearing. I was now naked.
“You know,” I said, “I’m going to find a futa girl to knock you up during the next seeding season. I’m going to make sure you have a belly by the time I’m giving birth!” I looked over at Anabell. “Hey, Anabell...want a trophy next seeding season? A futa trophy?”
Anabell perked up. “Ohhhh, that sounds fun!”
Gina giggled. “Oh, gooood idea!” she said, running her hands over my belly. “Anabell’s been trying for several seasons now to knock me up.”
“I’ll have to remember that,” I said.
“Yep,” said Gina. “Now get on your knees, cutie. Keep your hands behind your head.”
I dropped to my knees, my hands still holding the back of my head.
“Very good,” she said, reaching under her skirt to pull down her panties. “You know what to do now. And if I have to tell you, then you’ll be going to the store topless tomorrow.”
I knew she wasn’t kidding. I leaned forward and licked her cock. It shifted and jumped immediately.
“There you go, cutie,” she said. “Keep working on it.”
Sucking a cock with my hands behind my head wasn’t going to be easy. I took her cock in my mouth, though, and it hardened quickly. Then it was a matter of stroking my wet mouth along the shaft.
“Mmmmmm,” she said. “Nice.”
My head bobbed back and forth as I pumped my mouth over her cock. I inadvertently slurped several times, but it couldn’t be helped. Despite the embarrassment of being naked and sucking cock in front of an audience, my constant burning arousal was still present and Gina’s close proximity and smell was making me wriggle and writhe. Embarrassingly, the taste of Gina’s cock was now enough to make me helplessly wet.
“All right, cutie,” said Gina. “Now stand up.”
I blinked, but did as I was told.
“Turn that dining room table chair around,” she said, “then bend over and put your hands on the seat of the chair.”
I turned the chair around and put my hands on the seat as she instructed. I parted my ankles a little over shoulder-width apart.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” said Gina, standing behind me. “I think my brat knows what’s coming.”
“Literally,” said Anabell.
Gina gripped my hips with her hands. She then pressed the head of her cock against my wet pussy and penetrated, but only slightly. I wriggled my hips, trying to slide back onto that cock, but Gina deftly kept her shaft from sliding inside me any deeper.
“Well, well,” she said. “It looks like someone wants a little something something.”
I tried to act casual, but her cock was so close, I had trouble controlling my hips. I could feel her cock just transmitting heat into my pussy. Gina slid inside me a little deeper. I remained still, but I was biting my lower lip.
Then Gina took mercy on me and shoved her futa cock deep inside me.
I arched my back and moaned as that cock hit every hot spot inside me on it’s way inside my pussy. She remained motionless for a moment, her shaft buried in me. Then she proceeded to fuck me silly.
She pounded me without pause for several minutes and I moaned like a slut the entire time. Gina’s cock felt like it was a foot thick as she drove it into my wet pussy. Her lower belly slapped against my ass, echoing through the apartment and punctuating my squeals.
My belly muscles flickered and jumped like crazy. Maybe it was a result of pure heat or maybe the baby in my belly recognised her maker. Either way, I was wriggling and writhing helplessly as Gina plowed me dumb.
I thrust my hips back, meeting her thrusts. I couldn’t help it. My body was responding to her ministrations and she was playing me without effort. Her cock in my pussy was the most natural thing in the world. She had knocked me up, put her baby in my belly, took away my shoes, made me clean her house and was now fucking me like a slut...and making me explode with heat and crazy release.
That fat cockhead driving into me wasn’t [i]that[/i] long, but it felt like it was practically tapping against my cervix. I had an orgasm, then another, then a string of mini-orgasms that left me drooling. Than I had a complete meltdown of a release.
For nearly a full minute, I had no idea where I was. Waves of pleasure swept over me as my body tried to turn itself inside out. I had no motor control, although I somehow managed to stay on my feet. I was barely conscious of Gina’s cock stroking into me, filling my pussy, and a small piece of my mind informed me that Gina was filling me with a huge load, but my body was far beyond my control. All I could do was go along for the ride.
It was several days later- my time perception may have been a bit skewed- when I finally came down to earth. I was still somehow in the same position as when we started, bent over with my hands on the chair in front of me. Gina’s hands were still on my bare hips and her still-hard cock was fully buried inside my pussy.
Gina unsheathed her cock from my pussy. I dropped like a rock to my knees, panting, trying to catch my breath.
“Oh...my...gawd...” I said, still waiting for my heartrate to return to normal.
Gina giggled and ruffled my hair. “I hear ya, cutie,” she said. “The place looks great, by the way.”
I had never felt so relaxed. Every muscle in my body was completely at rest. I couldn’t have moved even if there was a pile of pickles just two feet away. I had never felt so complete.
“Wow, Gina,” said Anabell. “That was pretty fucking hot. You just fucked Kelly into oblivion.”
“Well, I did have a little help,” said Gina. “She’s completely hopped up on hormones right now, plus her body reacts helplessly to my scent because I’m the futa that swelled her little belly.”
I tried to stand, but it just wasn’t happening yet. I stayed on my knees and lay my head on the seat of the chair in front of me, just wallowing in the serenity of the moment.
“Well,” said Gina, “I sure could go for some coffee right now. C’mon, Anabell...let’s hit the coffee shop.”
“Good idea,” said Anabell.
Gina turned to me. “You coming, cutie?”
I waved a negative. I still couldn’t move and had no wish to put on clothes at the moment.
Gina giggled and kissed me on the forehead. Then she and Anabell left.
It was several minutes before I could move again. Then I realized I had another load of laundry waiting to go in and that it was time to start getting dinner ready.
I leaped to my feet. I had work to do. There was no way my baby-daddy was going to be eating something from the microwave tonight.
Next: Part 4- The Conclusion
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We ordered pizza and ate some dinner. After a movie, It was finally time for bed. I looked in the guest room where Jane had put our stuff.
“Hey,” I said. “There’s only one bed in here. Am I sleeping on the couch?”
Gina stepped out of her room. She was wearing a light blue nightgown and brushing her hair. “Don’t be silly, cutie,” she said. “You’re my seeded girl. You’re in here with me. I have a king-sized bed.”
Jane gave me a quick hug. “Good luck.”
I grumbled and walked into Gina’s room. I looked around. It was actually very nice.
“Do you like it?” asked Gina. “I hope so, since it’s your room now too.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Great feng shui.”
“You can take that off now, cutie,” said Gina, pointing to my mini-skirt and tube top. She giggled. “It shouldn’t take long.”
“Cool,” I said. “What am I sleeping in? PJs?”
“Nothing.”
I blinked. “Seriously? I’m sleeping naked?”
“Yes, seriously,” said Gina. “Now strip, cutie.”
I was beginning to realize that Gina’s voice took on a certain pitch when she was giving me an order that couldn’t be disobeyed. When she had said I could take off my clothes, there had been no reaction on my part. Now that she had ordered me to strip, however, my hands were already removing the mini-skirt and tube top. I tossed them on a chair.
Gina looked me over and nodded. “Oh, you’ve definitely got a futa pregnancy coming on,” she said. “You were too skinny anyway. It’ll be good for you.”
I decided not to answer that.
"“Now,” continued Gina, “get on the bed and lay on your back.”
I did so, laying my head on a pillow. The pillow was soft and had just the right amount of give.
“Now, touch yourself, cutie,” said Gina.
I opened my mouth to protest, but found my hand sliding over my belly down to my pussy.
“Good girl,” said Gina. “Now, take two fingers...just two...and rub your clit.”
I slid two fingers over my clit. Embarrassingly, I lubricated instantly.
“Good,” said Gina. “Now spread your legs more and continue rubbing your clit with those two fingers. Don’t stop unless I tell you to.”
My fingers started working my clit with more heat then, sliding over my hard nub repeatedly, hitting every sensitive spot instinctively.
Gawd, this was embarrassing. I was laying in front of Gina, legs spread, jilling myself in front of her. Unfortunately, it was working. My increased hormones surged and my heat escalated rapidly.
“Keep going,” said Gina. “Work that clit, girl. Now use a third finger.”
Oh, Gawd. My legs parted more. My hips began undulating. My belly muscles were jumping already. My whole body was racing towards complete ecstasy.
Gina stepped closer to the bed, standing over me. “Keep doing that until you are seconds away from release,” she said. “Once you hit that point, you will completely stop. You will say, ‘I’m a wet slut,’ and completely remove your fingers from your clit at that moment.”
There was no way I was doing that. I was too close at this point. Way too close. I wasn’t going to stop now even if the bed was on fire. My back was arching, my belly muscles jumping, and I was just about to-
-and then my fingers froze and lifted from my clit, and I heard my voice- an octave higher than normal- say, “I’m a wet slut.”
“Good,” said Gina. Then she leaned down and began whispering into my ear, although still somehow projecting her dominant instruction tone. “You are going to work your little seeded clit like this at least three times a day from now on,” she said. “You will do it right after you wake up in the mornings, you will do it again in mid-afternoon and you will do it again in the early evening. You will do it until you feel exactly this way and then you will stop just before release and say, ‘I’m a wet slut!’ You can do it more than three times a day if you need to, but you can’t do it less. You will not finish yourself unless I have given you permission.”
My eyes widened. “No!” I said, my pussy ridiculously wet and aching. “Don’t you dare! I [i]have[/i] to come! I have to!”
Gina kissed my cheek and stood. “What you [i]have[/i] to do,” she said, “is what I tell you to do. The sooner you learn that, the better off you’ll be. Good night.”
Gina then walked around to the other side of the bed, got under the covers and turned out the light.
I tried. I tried so hard to reach my clit. It was so close. But it might as well have been a mile away. The only thing I achieved was three more instances of me announcing “I’m a wet slut!” to the dark room before I gave up and went to sleep.
*****
I woke the next morning a wet mess.
I could actually feel the hormones surging through me. My nipples were rock hard and every move caused a spike of arousal in my belly. I tentatively touched my clit with two fingers and my legs practically popped apart on their own. I decided to give it a shot.
I lubricated instantly and my fingers assaulted my clit. My heat rose quickly as I worked my pussy and clit relentlessly. My hips even bucked.
Oh, yeah. I needed this. This one was going to be explosive. Gina must have fixed me while I was sleeping, because I suddenly realized it was going to work. I was a hot, writhing mess, sloppy wet and wriggling like crazy. It was going to happen. It was going to happen! I was going to peak-
-and then my fingers lifted as I announced, “I’m a wet slut!”
My eyes widened in horror. I strained to press my fingers back onto my clit, but my traitor hands refused to respond to my desperate mental instructions. I could only lay there, panting and gasping.
This really, really sucked.
I got up and stomped my way toward the bathroom. Then I stopped stomping, as I was still naked and my boobs had gotten too big and heavy for me to be stomping around without a bra.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My boobs were getting bigger by the day. The night I met Gina, I wore a 34b bra. Now I would have trouble packing these into a c-cup bra. With my highlighted hair, bright bimbo nails and big, jiggling boobs, I looked like a vapid sex kitten. Grrrrrrr.
And my belly looked like it was bigger as well. It wasn’t as obvious as my tits, but my pregnancy was beginning to announce itself even to strangers.
I leaned into the shower and turned on the water. Maybe Gina’s orders wouldn’t work while I was in the shower.
*****
I walked into the living room wearing my mini-skirt and tube top.
“Good morning, cutie,” said Gina, sitting on the couch. Jane waved at me from the kitchen.
I grunted at them.
“Oh, c’mon, now, cutie,” said Gina. “It’s not that bad.”
I considered ignoring her, but memories of my previous failed attempt to ignore persuaded me otherwise. I settled for “Easy for you to say.”
“True,” said Gina. “Poor cutie must be so worked up. We heard you in the shower.”
“Very funny,” I said.
“Bathrooms echo,” said Gina, “and you were a bit loud.”
I looked at Jane, who shrugged and nodded.
Wonderful.
“Fine. You heard me,” I said. “Moving on...do I [i]have[/i] to wear this outfit again?”
“Hmm,” said Gina, looking me over. “No. Not the skirt, anyway. There’s a pair of Daisy Dukes in the bottom drawer of my dresser. Put those on.”
I went to the bedroom and went through her dresser until I found the denim shorts. I pulled them on and buttoned them. Then I walked back to the living room.
“Perfect!” said Gina. “Those shorts [i]really[/i] show off your ass.”
“Tight denim cut-offs that barely cover my ass, a tube top that barely contains my tits and a baby belly protruding over the waistband of the shorts,” I said.
“And highlights and bare feet,” said Jane.
“You’re not helping,” I said to Jane. I turned back to Gina. “This whole outfit screams ‘trailer park bimbo,’ you know.”
“You’re in Stone Valley,” said Gina. “There’re several trailer parks around. You’ll fit right in.”
I stamped my foot. “You’re not funny.”
“I’ve got plenty of lipstick,” said Gina. “Perhaps we should just mark your belly for you so that everyone knows what you are.”
I opened my mouth to retort, then thought better of it. “On second thought,” I said, “this outfit brings out my eyes.”
Gina giggled. “I thought you might see it that way.”
I loftily ignored that.
“Now, cutie,” said Gina, “it’s time for some breakfast. Check the fridge...you’ll see some bacon and eggs and I’m sure you know how to make coffee.”
I turned and padded to the kitchen on bare feet. I set up the coffee maker and started it. Then I got the supplies from the fridge and soon the bacon was sizzling in the pan, with the eggs cooking on the next burner.
I heard Jane talking to Gina.
“Wow,” said Jane. “You’ve actually got Kelly cooking.”
“I can be very convincing,” said Gina.
A short time later, we sat down to breakfast.
“Not bad, cutie,” said Gina. “You’ll get better with practice.”
“Umm...Kelly?” said Jane. “You’ve got bacon and eggs and toast right on the table in front of you. Why are you eating dry cereal?”
I couldn’t answer. I was scooping Cheerios out of the box and putting handfuls of the cereal into my mouth.
“Cravings during a futa pregnancy can be intense,” said Gina. “She really can’t help that.”
“Oh,” said Jane.
Breakfast finally ended. I had eaten half the box.
“Wow,” said Gina. “Make sure you get more when you do the shopping.”
I hiccupped. “Fine,” I said.
Gina stood. “Now take care of the dishes, cutie,” she said, “and make sure the kitchen is nice and clean, ‘kay?”
I stood and began collecting the dirty plates.
*****
So close...so close...almost there...almost thereeeee...
“I’m a wet slut!”
I slapped the bedspread in pure frustration. I was too close! It wasn’t fair!
For three days now, I had tried desperately to work around Gina’s restriction. I was so fucking horny, I couldn’t see straight. My clit was rock solid and I was prepared to swear that a wind blowing over my labia would set me off.
I stomped through the living room, ignoring Gina’s look as I bounced and jiggled my way to the kitchen. I grabbed a box of dry cereal and stomped out to the living room.
“Didn’t we just have dinner an hour or two ago?” said Jane.
“Yep,” giggled Gina, “but Kelly’s eating for two now.”
“True,” said Jane. “I bet the baby’s gonna love Cheerios.”
“And ice cream,” said Gina.
“And definitely pickles,” said Jane.
“You guys are not funny!” I screamed. My frustration boiled over and I grabbed a handful of cereal out of the box and flung it over Gina and Jane.
Several seconds of incredulous silence passed. Then Jane said, “Oh, Kelly,” and shook her head.
Gina stood. “All right, cutie,” she said. “I know what you need. Go to the bedroom. Now.”
Jane looked worried. “Umm...she’s just frustrated, Gina. Try not to be too hard on her.”
I turned and flounced to the bedroom. Just as I turned, however, I saw Gina give Jane a wink. I had no idea what it was about, however, as I headed into the bedroom.
Gina entered the room a moment later. “Strip, cutie,” she said. “Now.”
I pulled off the tube top I wore everyday now, releasing my full, firm tits. Then I slipped off the tight black shorts I was wearing.
“Very good,” said Gina. “Now, get on the bed. Get on all fours, with your knees near the edge of the bed. Put the side of your face to the mattress.”
I found myself getting onto the bed and getting on all fours. I put my cheek to the mattress, leaving my ass sticking up.
“Very good, cutie,” said Gina.
I tried to look behind me. It appeared Gina had stripped as well and was stroking herself to hardness.
“You need something to shift your perspective a bit, Kelly,” said Gina, who was now standing directly behind me. “Something to shift your outlook and maybe change your attitude.”
“Whatever,” I said, not willing to give an inch.
“All right, brat,” said Gina. “Put your thumb in your mouth. Suck on it like a baby. Don’t take it out until I tell you to.”
I tried to protest- I wasn’t a baby, after all- but as soon as I did, my left thumb slid inside my mouth. My lips wrapped around the base of my thumb.
“Mmmmmppphhh!” I said.
“Shush, girl,” said Gina. “You should be used to having something in your mouth by now.”
Grrrrrrrrr.
“Now,” continued Gina, “it’s time for your attitude adjustment.”
That’s when I felt a sudden pressure against my tight rear entry.
My eyes widened. “Mmmmmpppphhh!” I said, hips wriggling.
Gina’s hands steadied my hips. “Stay right there, cutie,” she said. “You need this and you’re not getting out of it.”
I felt her spreading warm lube generously around my tight pucker. Then I squealed as a lubed finger slipped inside my ass.
Gina giggled. “I know, I know...you haven’t had it back there before,” she said. “Well, good news, cutie...you won’t be able to say that anymore after tonight.”
My mind whirled, but I couldn’t think of anyway out of it. Her words had removed any chance I had of getting away from that futa cock of hers, and with my thumb stuck in my mouth, I couldn’t even try to talk her out of it.
“We’re all set now, cutie,” said Gina. “Get ready.”
Gina shifted slightly and suddenly there was pressure against my generously lubed back door. I tried to wriggle, but it wasn’t working. Gina pushed slowly, but inexorably. Despite my resistance, I felt my sphincter slowly relaxing as Gina’s futa cockhead slowly penetrating my ass.
“Oh, yes, cutie,” said Gina. “This is going to be awesome. Don’t forget to breathe.”
“Mmmmppphh!” I said.
I didn’t hear Gina’s reply, though, because her cockhead suddenly popped inside my sphincter. I gasped around my thumb.
Gina giggled and paused, giving me a moment to get used to the sensations. Then she slowly slid her cock inch-by-inch into my ass, not stopping until her entire shaft was buried in my ass.
I breathed carefully around my thumb, trying to adjust to having an entire cock in my ass. My heart was pounding.
Gina giggled again. “Feel a change in attitude coming yet, cutie? If not, you will soon.”
Then she held my hips firmly as she began stroking her cock back and forth inside my ass.
The pressure was incredible. My heart was racing as she banged my ass silly. After a minute, I could even feel my sore sphincter relaxing.
Then Gina paused, her cock buried fully inside my ass.
“Now, cutie,” said the futa girl, “touch your clitty with your free hand.”
My left thumb was planted in my mouth, but my right hand slid past my belly. Two fingers rested against my still hard clit.
“Very good,” said Gina. “Now play with your clitty while I fuck your seeded ass good.”
My eyes widened, but it was too late to protest. Gina resumed stroking her cock into my ass while my fingers immediately started working my clit.
I knew what was coming, but there was no way to stop it. My hormones surged as I played with my clit. After three days of being on the verge of release, my body responded instantly to my clit’s stimulation. What I hadn’t realized, however, was the fact that my ass being full of cock would amplify the sensations to intensities I couldn’t even begin to imagine. My whole body became a seething, writhing explosion waiting to happen.
And then Gina said, “You have my permission to come.”
My eyes widened as my fingers suddenly hit all the right spots inside my pussy. Then my whole body ignited into the most explosive orgasm I had ever had. I squealed around my thumb as Gina continued banging my ass silly, but waves of pleasure washed over me again and again. Lights exploded in front of my eyes and my hips bucked against Gina’s stroking cock over and over again. I felt Gina grab my hips then and bury her cock fully inside me and a small part of my brain registered that the futa girl was shooting a huge load inside my ass, but that didn’t matter as I continued screaming around my thumb. My hips wriggled in the futa girl’s hands, but she remained firmly seated inside my tight back passage.
My orgasm finally tailed off, but my heart was still racing. My lips were still firmly wrapped around my thumb, but my lower lip and the sheet beneath my cheek were wet with drool.
Gina waited several heartbeats before finally sliding her softening cock out of my sore bottom. Then she patted my rounded butt cheeks.
“You have a really tight ass, brat,” she said. “You can come out when you’re ready to apologize. You’ll be able to take your thumb out of your mouth then.”
Gina slipped back into her clothing then and walked out the door.
*****
I remained on the bed for another minute. My explosive release had left me so weak, I wasn’t even sure I could stand. Finally, though, I got to my feet and dressed. I did, after all, have apologies to make.
Walking into the living room was an embarrassing affair. As good as I felt, there was no way I could walk in a way that didn’t announce I had just been fucked up the ass. Also, I still had my thumb in my mouth.
I walked over to Jane and my thumb slid right out, however, allowing me to give her a hug. “I’m really, really sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have done that. I won’t do it again, I promise.”
Jane hugged me back. “It’s okay, Kelly,” she said. “I take it Gina was very convincing in there.”
“Gina butt-fucked me and I deserved it,” I said. Then my eyes widened and I clapped a hand over my mouth as I realized what I had just said. Gina had apparently managed to program that into me at some point while I was sleeping. Apparently the butt-fucking wasn’t as spontaneous as it had appeared.
Gina and Jane laughed.
I blushed brightly for a moment. Then I laughed as well.
“Okay,” I said. “I deserved that.”
“Oh, yes,” said Gina and Jane in unison.
I giggled, then looked at Gina.
“I’m really, really sorry for what I did and my attitude,” I said. “I’ll try to be better.”
Gina nodded. “All right. We can work with that.”
My apologies done, I turned and walked to the kitchen. I came back with the broom and dustpan and got busy cleaning the mess I had made when I threw the cereal at Gina and Jane. I hummed songs as I did so.
“Wow,” said Jane. “That’s quite an attitude adjustment you did.”
Gina nodded. “Yep,” she said. “A futa cock up the ass can do wonders for a girl’s outlook. Wanna try it?”
Jane laughed. “I’ll pass, thanks,” she said. “Futa cocks come with a high price tag.”
“It’s not seeding season,” said Gina, smiling. “Your belly is safe.” She glanced at Jane’s tummy. “For now, anyway.”
Jane laughed again. “Good luck with that,” she said. “I’m not coming anywhere [i]near[/i] you come seeding season.”
Gina giggled. “Smart move,” she said. “I like you, and I think I’d like you even more with a swelled belly. You’d be adorable.”
“Upsie daisy,” I said, indicating they had to get off the couch. Once they were out of the way, I got all the cereal off the couch.
“Upsie daisy?” said Jane. She turned to Gina. “You know, I think you should be a little quicker with that back door approach to working on her attitude. It seems to be really effective.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
*****
My ass was sore the next morning and my walk had a definitive waddle to it. I told Gina and Jane that it was from being pregnant, but the look on their faces indicated they weren’t buying it. I was in much too good a mood to let that bother me, however.
I flitted about the kitchen humming, preparing breakfast for everybody and taking care of my morning chores. After breakfast, I took care of the dishes in record time and prepared a shopping list. Then I made my way out to the living room.
“We need some stuff from the store,” I said to Gina. “Do you want your morning blowjob before I go or when I come back?”
“Right now is fine,” said Gina.
Jane was sitting right there, but I was used to her watching by now. I dropped to my knees between Gina’s legs and took her cock into my mouth. Moments later my tightly-wrapped lips were stroking up and down her shaft.
“Did Kelly just start giving you a blowjob voluntarily?” said Jane, her voice incredulous.
“Well, not necessarily voluntarily,” Gina said as my head bobbed over her lap. “But her body is getting attuned to the hormone surge she’s experiencing every day.” Then she leaned forward, reached around and patted my ass. “And I’m sure getting fucked in the ass until she came like a slut didn’t hurt any, either.”
I generously pretended like I didn’t hear that. A moment later, her cock hardened and exploded in my mouth and I was far too busy swallowing her load to worry about her observations.
*****
Three days later, I had to admit that Gina was right. My moods were all over the place.
I could wake up in a nasty, snarling mood. Then after breakfast, I’d be cooing as I made the coffee. By lunch, I’d be ready to snap the mailman’s neck and cook a puppy for an entree. By mid-afternoon, I’d be humming songs. I was unpredictable, to say the least.
The constant arousal, of course, certainly didn’t help. I was on an erotic razor’s edge all day, ready to orgasm at the drop of a hat. I couldn’t get the fucking hat to drop, though, and it was enough to make me dangerous.
To keep busy, I began cleaning the house within an inch of its life. Gina had already assigned me the housework, so I attacked it with a vengeance. Dust flew and no speck of dirt dared show its face.
Today I was the only one home. I was dressed in tight denim shorts and a white sleeveless tee-shirt knotted just below my breasts. I was barefoot, of course, and as usual, my belly was bared. Gina hadn’t been kidding when she said she was going to show off my belly.
I was six weeks pregnant now, which was still early for a typical pregnancy. This, however, was a futa pregnancy, and because of this, my baby bump had already formed and was growing by the day. My boobs, it seemed, were growing even faster. My body was going through multiple changes and I had no control of anything.
So I cleaned house.
The dishes were washed, dried and put away. Everything had been dusted twice. The furniture was polished. The floor had been swept, mopped, swept again and then re-mopped. The windows sparkled. The bathroom dazzled. The sliding glass door looked transparent. There wasn’t a speck of dirt to be found anywhere.
Then I realized I had only vacuumed the area rugs once today. I rushed to get the vacuum cleaner.
The front door opened as I ran the vacuum hose over the rugs. I turned off the machine.
Gina stood in the doorway, with Anabell standing right behind her. My baby-daddy looked at me with an air of bemusement.
“I don’t think that rug can get much cleaner, cutie,” she said, entering the townhouse.
“You don’t know that,” I muttered.
“Wow,” said Anabell, closing the door behind her. “Aren’t you the moody one.”
“Harmones,” said Gina.
Anabell nodded. “Oh, yeah.”
Gina giggled. “Okay, cutie,” she said. “I think you need a diversion.”
“Maybe I don’t want a diversion,” I said, still muttering.
“True,” said Gina, “but I do. So take off your top.”
And just like that, I was suddenly standing in the living room topless in front of Gina and Anabell.
“Do you mind?” I said, crossing my arms over my tits. “They don’t need to be put on display in front of Anabell and the world, you know.”
“Actually,” said Gina, “Yes, they do. You’ve got incredible pregnancy boobs and they’re still getting bigger. They should definitely be put on display.”
I lifted my chin and kept my arms crossed firmly over my lush chest.
“So you wanna be difficult, eh?” said Gina. “No problem. Put your hands behind your head.”
Suddenly my hands were behind my head, lifting my heavy tits and leaving me no way to cover them.
“Hey!” I said.
“Wow,” said Anabell. “That’s a sweet, full rack your girl has there, Gina.”
“Heh,” said Gina, running a finger between my swelled mammaries and down over my tummy. “Your adorable little bump isn’t so little now. It’s getting bigger every day.”
“That’s your fault!” I said. “You made me fat!”
“Yes, I did,” she said, patting my belly. “I put a bun in your oven and I’m watching it grow.”
“Hmmmpphh,” I said. “You got lucky.”
Gina undid the button on my denim shorts. “Nope, I played you,” she said, pulling down my zipper. “You were easy.” Then she slid my denim shorts and panties down to the ground. “Now step out of those, cutie.”
Grumbling, I stepped out of the last bit of clothing I had been wearing. I was now naked.
“You know,” I said, “I’m going to find a futa girl to knock you up during the next seeding season. I’m going to make sure you have a belly by the time I’m giving birth!” I looked over at Anabell. “Hey, Anabell...want a trophy next seeding season? A futa trophy?”
Anabell perked up. “Ohhhh, that sounds fun!”
Gina giggled. “Oh, gooood idea!” she said, running her hands over my belly. “Anabell’s been trying for several seasons now to knock me up.”
“I’ll have to remember that,” I said.
“Yep,” said Gina. “Now get on your knees, cutie. Keep your hands behind your head.”
I dropped to my knees, my hands still holding the back of my head.
“Very good,” she said, reaching under her skirt to pull down her panties. “You know what to do now. And if I have to tell you, then you’ll be going to the store topless tomorrow.”
I knew she wasn’t kidding. I leaned forward and licked her cock. It shifted and jumped immediately.
“There you go, cutie,” she said. “Keep working on it.”
Sucking a cock with my hands behind my head wasn’t going to be easy. I took her cock in my mouth, though, and it hardened quickly. Then it was a matter of stroking my wet mouth along the shaft.
“Mmmmmm,” she said. “Nice.”
My head bobbed back and forth as I pumped my mouth over her cock. I inadvertently slurped several times, but it couldn’t be helped. Despite the embarrassment of being naked and sucking cock in front of an audience, my constant burning arousal was still present and Gina’s close proximity and smell was making me wriggle and writhe. Embarrassingly, the taste of Gina’s cock was now enough to make me helplessly wet.
“All right, cutie,” said Gina. “Now stand up.”
I blinked, but did as I was told.
“Turn that dining room table chair around,” she said, “then bend over and put your hands on the seat of the chair.”
I turned the chair around and put my hands on the seat as she instructed. I parted my ankles a little over shoulder-width apart.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” said Gina, standing behind me. “I think my brat knows what’s coming.”
“Literally,” said Anabell.
Gina gripped my hips with her hands. She then pressed the head of her cock against my wet pussy and penetrated, but only slightly. I wriggled my hips, trying to slide back onto that cock, but Gina deftly kept her shaft from sliding inside me any deeper.
“Well, well,” she said. “It looks like someone wants a little something something.”
I tried to act casual, but her cock was so close, I had trouble controlling my hips. I could feel her cock just transmitting heat into my pussy. Gina slid inside me a little deeper. I remained still, but I was biting my lower lip.
Then Gina took mercy on me and shoved her futa cock deep inside me.
I arched my back and moaned as that cock hit every hot spot inside me on it’s way inside my pussy. She remained motionless for a moment, her shaft buried in me. Then she proceeded to fuck me silly.
She pounded me without pause for several minutes and I moaned like a slut the entire time. Gina’s cock felt like it was a foot thick as she drove it into my wet pussy. Her lower belly slapped against my ass, echoing through the apartment and punctuating my squeals.
My belly muscles flickered and jumped like crazy. Maybe it was a result of pure heat or maybe the baby in my belly recognised her maker. Either way, I was wriggling and writhing helplessly as Gina plowed me dumb.
I thrust my hips back, meeting her thrusts. I couldn’t help it. My body was responding to her ministrations and she was playing me without effort. Her cock in my pussy was the most natural thing in the world. She had knocked me up, put her baby in my belly, took away my shoes, made me clean her house and was now fucking me like a slut...and making me explode with heat and crazy release.
That fat cockhead driving into me wasn’t [i]that[/i] long, but it felt like it was practically tapping against my cervix. I had an orgasm, then another, then a string of mini-orgasms that left me drooling. Than I had a complete meltdown of a release.
For nearly a full minute, I had no idea where I was. Waves of pleasure swept over me as my body tried to turn itself inside out. I had no motor control, although I somehow managed to stay on my feet. I was barely conscious of Gina’s cock stroking into me, filling my pussy, and a small piece of my mind informed me that Gina was filling me with a huge load, but my body was far beyond my control. All I could do was go along for the ride.
It was several days later- my time perception may have been a bit skewed- when I finally came down to earth. I was still somehow in the same position as when we started, bent over with my hands on the chair in front of me. Gina’s hands were still on my bare hips and her still-hard cock was fully buried inside my pussy.
Gina unsheathed her cock from my pussy. I dropped like a rock to my knees, panting, trying to catch my breath.
“Oh...my...gawd...” I said, still waiting for my heartrate to return to normal.
Gina giggled and ruffled my hair. “I hear ya, cutie,” she said. “The place looks great, by the way.”
I had never felt so relaxed. Every muscle in my body was completely at rest. I couldn’t have moved even if there was a pile of pickles just two feet away. I had never felt so complete.
“Wow, Gina,” said Anabell. “That was pretty fucking hot. You just fucked Kelly into oblivion.”
“Well, I did have a little help,” said Gina. “She’s completely hopped up on hormones right now, plus her body reacts helplessly to my scent because I’m the futa that swelled her little belly.”
I tried to stand, but it just wasn’t happening yet. I stayed on my knees and lay my head on the seat of the chair in front of me, just wallowing in the serenity of the moment.
“Well,” said Gina, “I sure could go for some coffee right now. C’mon, Anabell...let’s hit the coffee shop.”
“Good idea,” said Anabell.
Gina turned to me. “You coming, cutie?”
I waved a negative. I still couldn’t move and had no wish to put on clothes at the moment.
Gina giggled and kissed me on the forehead. Then she and Anabell left.
It was several minutes before I could move again. Then I realized I had another load of laundry waiting to go in and that it was time to start getting dinner ready.
I leaped to my feet. I had work to do. There was no way my baby-daddy was going to be eating something from the microwave tonight.
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