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Tammy's Filling Experience
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GBV08 - Tiffany's Filling Experience
by The Warthog
Standard Disclaimer--This story is intended for the entertainment of
adults only!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The school bus pulled out of the church parking lot carrying a load of
kids to summer camp. My eight year old son Jeff was on the bus. I now
had a full week to myself. My husband John had been on a business trip
for two weeks and was not expected back for another two. I missed him
very much and was starting to miss Jeff.
I had been looking forward to the time alone. Now, I wasn't sure it
would be that much fun. I had planned to spend time with my best friend
Judy. I wanted to check out a new maternity store at the mall and Judy
said that she would tag along. I thought that afterward we could have
lunch and maybe see a movie. The Saturday crowds at the mall made
shopping a drag and we couldn't find a suitable movie. We settled on a
quick lunch then decided to try shopping on Monday.
The rest of the weekend went slowly. I watched a lot of TV and read a
little. The two weeks without my husband was causing a hunger between my
legs. I partially relieved myself by watching one of John's porno films
while fingering my starving pussy. The immediate tension was released
with an orgasm. It was not the same, however, as a good old fashion
screwing that my husband always gives me. I missed him more now.
Judy called Sunday afternoon to tell me that something came up and she
would not be able to go shopping on Monday. We rescheduled for
Wednesday. Now I had two more days alone. I decided to make the best of
it. Three weeks earlier, I had bought a mail-order dress pattern. I knew
John would like the dress. It had a plunging neckline and the skirt was
very short. The pattern called for a form fitting material that would
show off my figure. I originally planned to make the dress after the
baby was born, but now that I had time on my hands I decided to make the
dress. I couldn't wait for John to see me in the dress once I had
regained my figure. I decided to go to the sewing center first thing in
the morning. I fell asleep after another session of finger play. My
sexual frustrations were growing.
The next morning I showered and dressed casually. It was a warm July
morning. The kind that makes you wish you werent seven months pregnant.
I figured it was going to be a scorcher before too long. I drove to the
sewing center with the windows down. The breeze felt good, but it made a
mess of my hair. I pulled into the nearly full parking lot and finally
found a spot a few doors down from the sewing store. I made an attempt
to straighten my hair in the rear view mirror. I finally gave up and got
out of the car.
I was parked next to an automotive repair shop that specialized in oil
changes. It reminded me that John had ask me to have the oil changed in
my car. I thought that I might as well take care of it while I was here
so I entered the shop. At the counter a nice looking man ask if he could
help me. I asked, How long before I can get the oil changed in my car?
Sam replied (I looked at the patch on his shirt), We can have it done
in 45 minutes. He smiled at me and I returned the smile and said,
Fine, heres the key. Its the red Mustang.
Still smiling, Sam asked, Has anyone told you that you look like Pamela
Anderson? I felt the blood rush into my cheeks as I admitted, Yes. A
few people have told me that. I added, But, could you imagine me on
the beach in a swimsuit looking like this? I gestured to my swollen
belly. Sams look became mischievous as he said, I for one think that a
women becomes more sexy when shes pregnant. My face must have been
beet red at his forward comment.
Sam chuckled and said, Mam, you can have a seat in the waiting room.
Ill let you know when your car is ready. I regained my composure and
offered, Thats OK. Ill use the time to run down to the sewing store.
Ohh, Sam said. He added, Making something for the baby? I saw my
chance to get back at Sam. No, I replied evenly, Its something for
Daddy, a low cut tight mini-dress for me. It was Sams turn to blush.
I smiled mischievously as I left the shop, Sams handsome red face on my
mind. The rest of him wasnt bad either, tall and muscular. My thoughts
momentarily turned to my husband. I missed him terribly. I resolved to
attack him when he returned from his business trip.
My thoughts were interrupted by some hoots and whistles. I was passing
in front of the garage next to the repair shop office. The mechanics had
noticed me walking by and were rudely making their presence know. I
turned to look at them with a Go to Hell stare when I noticed how cute
they were. My expression dissolved into a smile. I walked on overhearing
their comments to each other, "Did you get an eyeful of those big
knockers." The other said, "I couldn't get past her angel face and those
big blue eyes."
Their crude comments shocked me, but deep down I was flattered. I work
hard to keep my 28 year old body in shape. I was a little puzzled that
they didnt notice my belly. I guess their view was blocked by the cars
in the garage. I had not intentionally dressed to draw stares this
morning. All I was wearing was a ribbed top with my overalls. I guess
the outfit was sort of hot. Rather than long pant legs these overalls
were cut short like short shorts with cuffs. Washing had made the
material fit me snug. The bib usually covered my breasts. While
pregnant, I had to loosen the shoulder straps. The bib now only covered
the bottom half of my breasts. My nipples were clearly visible through
the thin top.
Now I realize why my husband liked the overalls. Hes a dirty young man.
He likes bragging about my figure. I caught him telling one of his
buddies my measurements, 37C-23-35. I popped him on the shoulder for
embarrassing me like that, but secretly I beamed because I know hes
proud of my figure. But now those numbers dont apply. I have no idea
what I measure now and dont want to know. I do know that my breasts
have swelled over a cup size since getting pregnant. I wasnt wearing a
bra under my top.
I walked into the sewing store with a bright smile. It felt good to be
noticed. It also reminded me of how horny I was. I found exactly the
material I was looking for. I knew I was going to look hot for John in
this red skin tight mini-dress. I paid for the material and headed for
the shop to get my car. As I approached the garage stalls I braced for
the comments. I heard none. I confess I was a little disappointed. It
seemed that no one was in the garage.
I walked on to the shop office and entered. I heard conversation coming
from the waiting room. No one was at the counter. I was about to walk
into the waiting room when I heard Sams voice. He said, Boys, she is
definitely pregnant. Another said, I guess we didnt see all of her,
but what we did see was beautiful. A third said, Id like to see all
of her naked and I dont care if shes pregnant. Sams voice said, Now
lets not get carried away. Shes a married woman. A new voice said,
Does she know about the free BBQ tonight for our customers? Someone
else said, Maybe shell be there. Sam said, Ill make sure she
knows.
Sams last statement was made as he walked out of the waiting room. He
was startled to see me there. Judging by his reaction he knew that I had
overheard. He said, I guess you heard. I nodded with a smile. Sorry
about that, Mam, he said, the boys know a lovely lady when they see
one. I shifted my weight and found myself thrusting out my breasts as I
said, Please thank the Boys for me. My car was ready and I paid Sam.
As I was leaving Sam said, We WOULD like to see you tonight for BBQ.
He added, We do it for ALL the customers and it starts at six. I knew
his emphasis on ALL was an attempt to put me at ease. I said, "Well,
thank you for the offer, but I'm afraid I can't." He said, "I assure you
Mam that you would enjoy yourself." I returned, "I'm sure I would, but,
I just can't." His disappointment was obvious but he smiled and said,
"If you change your mind, Mam, we start serving at six." I said, Ill
keep that in mind.
My car was still in the stall. One of the mechanics came out of the
office to get my car for me. Several others followed. I smiled at them
as they passed by. The young man that got my car pulled it up next to me
and held the door open. I chuckled inwardly as I caught him steeling
glances at my breasts. I didnt realize until I was seated that my
nipples had grown and were making large points in my top. I thanked him
for my car and then drove off before he noticed how red my face had
become. All the comments from those cute mechanics had had an effect on
me. I realized that my pussy was damp. I hurried home to take a cold
shower. I was a happily married woman and I was loosing control.
After a shower and lunch I busied myself making the dress. I tried to
suppress my horny urges without luck. Sewing the dress helped a little
to forget Sams invitation. I kept wondering what that hunk had in mind.
He said, I assure you that you would enjoy yourself. Enjoy myself at a
BBQ? Those cute mechanics and me? No, I was letting my mind run wild. It
was for all the customers.
I finished the dress in just five hours. It was not that hard. I was
tempted to try the dress on. I knew that I would look silly with my
pregnant belly. For some reason I really wanted to put it on. The
material was flexible enough to fit my belly. What nagged me was the
comment one of the mechanics made, I dont care if shes pregnant. Sam
also made some comment about pregnant women being sexy. I always thought
that having a fat belly was unattractive. I was beginning to wonder.
That mechanic seemed to be interested in my body despite me being
pregnant. I figured, What the Hell.
I tried the dress on and it fit perfectly. It hugged every inch of my
body. The front flexed enough to be comfortable with my belly. The hem
was set about half way between my knees and my waist. I was going to
have to watch it if I bend over. My breasts looked like they might burst
out of the material. The dress pushed them together showing very nice
cleavage. I put on my 5 inch red pumps and pranced around in front of
the mirror. From the rear my ass and legs looked great. You couldnt
tell that I was pregnant.
My profile showed the gentle curve of my belly. My firm milk filled
breasts barely sagged at all without a bra. It occurred to me that Ive
seen women with plump tummies that didnt look that much different from
the way I looked right now. My bulge was a little higher. Another two
months would be a different story, however. I was beginning to feel sexy
with my pregnant body. The dress didnt look silly. It looked hot. My
nipples began to push against the stretchy fabric showing my arousal. I
caught myself thinking about what those mechanics would think of me
rather than what my husband would think.
I looked at the clock and it was six oclock. I noticed that I was
getting hungry. Was it hunger or was I looking for a reason to go to
that damn auto shop. As I stood in front of the mirror the devil in me
though about showing up at that shop dressed in this mini-dress. I bet
their jaws would hit the floor when they saw me. I dismissed the idea
quickly. I couldnt go out in public dressed like I was. Women just
didnt wear a sexy outfit like this when theyre pregnant. People would
think I was a tramp or something.
My curiosity continued to nag me. What would those handsome mechanics
think of me in this dress? My excitement at the thought continued to
grow. Finally, I decided that it wouldnt hurt just to go have BBQ. I
wouldnt stay long. I was just so curious to see peoples reaction to a
pregnant woman in a sexy dress. I had to finish getting ready. I bent
over in front of the mirror to see if my breasts would fall out of the
dress. The tight dress held. I turned around still bent over and noticed
that my white panties were visible from behind. I needed to change my
panties.
I looked for a red pair but remembered that I had thrown them out. I was
reluctant to go out without panties but my sexy mood finally drove away
my reluctance. I would have to avoid sitting down. My hair wasn't in bad
shape. I usually wore it long a strait. I teased it a little on top and
sprayed it giving it a full look. I quickly put my makeup on, a little
heavier than usual, and checked one last time in the mirror. I looked
hot. This just might be fun. Watch out, teasing pregnant woman on the
prowl.
I jumped into my car and headed for the auto shop. I pulled into the
same parking spot I had earlier at exactly 6:30. There werent that many
cars around. I got out and went inside. The activity seemed to be taking
place in the waiting room. I walked in and was surprised to see a big
screen TV against one wall. Quite a setup for a repair shop waiting
room. Against another wall was a buffet setup with about 12 people
standing around it. Half of the people were in shop uniforms. I
recognized Sam and three of the other mechanics. I saw two couples and
two other men. They must be customers. Not a big turn out. One of the
boys saw me and his expression was priceless. He was speechless as his
flailing arms tried to alert the others. I loved it.
Finally, others notice me and the conversations started. Sam came over
and made a big show of how glad he was that I came. He tried to act
nonchalant, but I could tell that I was getting to him. The bulge in his
pants betrayed him. I was now convinced that when it comes to men, a hot
looking woman is a hot looking woman regardless if shes pregnant. Sam
ushered me to the buffet and I made a plate for myself. Sam gestured to
a table but I refused. I was mindful of my lack of undergarments. I
didnt want to start a riot, or didnt I?
I began to wonder about my motivations. I realized I hadnt thought
about my husband or son in quite a while. Here I was, a married woman
strutting myself in front of all these strangers. The thought gave me a
tingle in my groin. My thoughts were interrupted by one of the
mechanics. He commented, Mam, I wanted to say how great it is to have
such a beautiful woman come and eat with us. His shy manner and corny
line touched my heart, or was it somewhere further south. I thanked him
and suggested he call me Tiffany. We continue to chat as we ate.
Others joined our conversation and finally I was introduced to all the
guys. I even met the two men who were customers of the shop. The two
couples seem to avoid me, no doubt at the urging of the wives. They both
left after twenty minutes or so. I couldnt think of leaving. I was
having a ball with all the attention. Every one of the men were
gentlemen. They wanted to know all about the baby. When was it due? What
were the chosen names? One of the men was married and he talked about
his experiences. He said jokingly, I dont remember my wife looking as
good as you when she was pregnant. We all laughed and I coyly thanked
him for the complement.
I got up the nerve to ask if they thought my outfit was inappropriate
for a pregnant woman. Everyone agreed that it was just fine. Not
surprising since they were all men. As time passed I was becoming more
and more aware of that fact. I could see that I was having an effect on
them. It was exactly the effect that I had hoped for. Now, however, I
was beginning to feel sorry for them. My teasing had gotten them worked
up and I knew they were frustrated. The irony was that seeing all these
horny frustrated men around me was making me more horny and frustrated.
I decided it was time to leave. I began to say my good-byes. Not
surprisingly, none of the guys wanted me to leave. One said, Its just
such a pleasure looking at such a beautiful woman. I smiled at his
sweetness and thank him with a peck on the cheek. He blushed immediately
and I noticed him squirming to contain a growing erection. I couldnt
believe the powerful effect I was having on these guys. It was
threatening to make me lose my control.
Sam suggested that we put on the TV. He said, Tiffany we have a nice
selection of movies to put on the VCR. I shook my head and gestured to
the door. Before I could say anything Sam said, Your choice. Come look
at our tapes. I thought it over and finally agreed. At least it might
distract me from my hormones. Sam unlocked a cabinet and pulled open the
door. It was filled with at least a hundred tapes. I walked over and
looked at the titles. I noticed that some of the guys were whispering to
each other and I wonder what was happening.
As I scanned the titles I noticed that about half of the tapes were
triple X rated. I looked at Sam with reddening cheeks and gestured to
the shelf of tapes. He knew what had caught my attention. He stuttered,
You dont have to pick the adult stuff unless you want to. His
invitation was plain. Thats what he wanted. I gave him a smirk and
returned my attention to the selections. I love porno movies. I was hot
enough to consider pulling one out. I was becoming hotter by the second.
I knew that with me in the room and a porno tape rolling these guys
would likely get excited beyond control.
Clearly flustered, I asked Sam, Wheres the ladies room? Sam pointed
the way and as I hurried away I said over my shoulder, Put in whatever
you want. I heard groans as I left the room. Only then did I realize
the double meaning. The guys were obviously hot and getting hotter. In
the bathroom I began to shamelessly think about the possibilities. I was
so horny that I began to think about cheating on my husband. I was
pregnant with his child for Gods sake. My passion overwhelmed my brain.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I squeezed my breasts, pushing them
together causing my cleavage to grow. My blood was boiling. I rubbed at
my crotch in frustration. I was beside myself.
I tried to calm myself down. I pulled the hem down to an acceptable
level for public. I knew that if I didnt control myself, the acceptable
level would probably be higher. I couldn't believe how I was thinking at
that moment. A pregnant married woman thinking the way I was. I tried to
concentrate on something besides sex. I began to think about the baby.
Inevitably, I thought about the night it was conceived. It was one of
the hottest nights my husband and I had ever had. We were both convinced
that that was the night that knocked me up. I ended up with four loads
of sperm in my pussy that night.
It was now with irony that I recalled what had inspired that evening.
John and I had begun the evening at a BBQ thrown by my husbands
company. I wore a short denim skirt and a sleeveless denim top. The
outfit pulled in the looks like a magnet. I got so horny that I insisted
that John take me home and fuck my brains out. I was more worked up than
I had ever been in my life. My nasty behavior that night inspired my
husband to fuck me over and over for three and a half hours. He filled
my pussy up so thoroughly that the spermacide that I had used was
overwhelmed. Two weeks later I found out that I was prego.
It was no use. I just couldnt get my mind off sex. I finally decided to
slip out the door and go home before things got out of hand. I headed
straight for the door and just as I reached it I heard the moans of a
woman obviously having sex. I froze. Despite my convictions to leave, I
found myself walking back to the waiting room. All twelve men were
staring holes through the TV. I walked around to get a look at the
screen and my eyes almost popped out of my head. A naked white woman was
straddling a black man who was pumping a rather large cock into her
pussy. As this was going on, she sucked on another large cock, this one
white. I felt my pussy start to drip. Suddenly a third man moved up
behind the woman a put his cock into her ass. She now had three cocks
buried in her body.
I moved closer to the screen to get a better look. I could now feel the
eyes shift from the TV to me as I moved into the room. The action on the
TV was hot. These three men were pounding the shit out of this petite
white woman. The man getting sucked started howling and pumped a thick
load into the woman's mouth. She swallowed most of it, however, some of
it dripped on the sofa. After she had licked him clean, she scooped up
the drops on the leather sofa with her fingers and licked them clean.
The third man was now showing signs of climax as he furiously pumped the
girl's ass. She was groaning loudly, now that her mouth was free of
cock. This didn't last long as man number three yanked out of her ass
and walked over to her face. Without hesitation, she swallowed the
soiled cock in time to take another load of goo. She finished by licking
him clean. I had never seen a display like that. Sucking on a cock that
had been buried in her ass. It seemed gross to me. Finally, the first
stud grunted and thrust his cock deep into the woman and unloaded. She
looked as though she were receiving an electrical shock.
After a few minutes, her orgasm subsided. She slid off the thick black
shaft now spent of its load. It plopped out of her and fell on the mans
belly followed by globs of sperm. The liquid leaked out of the woman for
a few moments and pooled on the man's stomach. She got off the sofa and
knelt down next to the man. She proceeded to lick his cock clean and
finished by lapping the substantial pool of cum off his stomach. She
smiled into the camera and said, "Cum tastes so good."
I was brought back to reality by the groans of the assembled men. I
could tell that the actresss nastiness had turned them on. Most of the
men were still looking at the TV. Some, however, were watching me for my
reaction. I realized at that moment the heat on my face. I knew I was
probably red from the blood pounding through my body. I suddenly
realized that something was touching my waist. I looked down to see a
pair of black hands gently holding me at the waist. I looked around to
see the owners face as he said, Are you all right, mam? He quickly
added, You looked a little unsteady, there.
I found myself leaning into the man slightly and realized that I had
almost keeled over. If not for the fact that the black man was sitting
there on a bar stool, I would have fallen flat on my back. I thanked him
for catching my fall. Funny, I hadnt noticed him when I entered the
room. I suddenly became aware of something else, a huge lump pressing
into the crack of my ass. I wondered how long I had been leaning against
the man. As I started to pull away, the man said, Stay here as long as
you want, mam. His smile and gentle manor were comforting. Before I
could decide what to do, the TV sound caught my attention.
I looked at the screen and saw a different woman getting pounded by a
cock in her pussy and another in her ass. She was screaming with
pleasure. I momentarily forgot about the man behind me until I noticed
that he was slowly grinding his bulge into my ass. I knew I should move
away but I couldnt. I loved the feeling of that big cock rubbing
against me. As I watched the woman on TV, I found myself pushing my ass
back against the thrusting black man. This had to stop. We were getting
carried away. The rest of the guys were watching our act with increasing
interest. It was making me hotter than hot.
I looked around to get a look at the monster teasing my bottom. The man
was wearing loose fitting trousers and the bulge was damn near taking up
all the slack. As I turned slightly to get a look at the mans hidden
tent pole, he slowly worked his zipper down. My heart started pounding
and my chest began heaving. The man looked at me with a devious smile as
he held his zipper. His unspoken question was, Should I take it out? I
kept staring at his hand, unable to say anything. I didnt know what to
do. I couldnt think straight. I knew that I should stop this act and
get away, but something held me in place. The man took my silence as
permission to continue.
Soon, I found myself looking at the largest cock that I had ever seen. I
stared in awe at the beast. The man began rubbing his cock against the
slick material of my dress. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the
large piece of flesh rubbing against me. I wanted to touch it but I
couldnt bring myself to make such a bold move. Things were heating up
on the TV, too. I turned back in time to see the woman having a
thunderous orgasm on the two cocks fucking her. I found myself meeting
the mans thrusts as his cock rubbed against me.
The action on the TV continued at a hot pace. The theme of the movie
seemed to be action with one woman and several men. The significance was
not lost on me. I alternated my attention between the TV and the rock-
hard cock rubbing against me. It must have been a foot long. I also
noticed that most of the other men had their cocks out and the sight
almost made me faint. I noticed another thing, as well. The black man
rubbing me had moved his hands up my waist and was teasing the underside
of my breasts. He seemed reluctant to cup them fully. I guessed that he
was afraid that I might move away. The fact is I wanted him to squeeze
my tits more than anything.
Slowly the black man eased his big hands around my tits and began to
gently squeeze. I closed my eyes and took in the sensations of the hands
on my tits and the cock rubbing my ass. I was in heaven. Suddenly, he
removed his hands and I was crushed. I wanted those hands back on my
tits, but he had another idea. My attention was drawn to the hem of my
dress which had ridden up. His hands were now pulling on the hem,
raising it slowly up my leg. Out of reflex I put my hands to the front
of my dress to keep my pussy from being revealed. He continued raising
my hem in the back until I felt the smooth skin of his cock on my
bottom. He then pulled the hem back down, trapping his hard cock inside
my dress.
The rubbing began again. His hands returned to my tits. Every eye in the
room was trained on me. The crack of my ass was getting slick from the
mans pre-cum. I still couldnt move away. I realized that moving away
was the last thing I wanted to do. His stokes against my ass were
getting longer. I felt another sticky wetness on my leg and I knew it
was from me. My body knew what was happening yet my brain was in
neutral. My body was making preparations and my brain was only now
realizing, The man is going to fuck me.
At that very moment I felt the mans cock stretching the opening of my
pussy. As he slowly impaled me, I came, flooding his cock with my
juices. Slowly he began to pump. I began to ride up and down on his
black fuck stick. I was surprised that it fit. Then again, I was very
wet. I felt his hands massage my breasts. I heard another man say, Look
at that, shes really fucking him. Another said, I cant believe that
shes letting him do that, with a bun in her oven.
After my second orgasm the man said, Lets go sit on the couch. I was
disappointed when he pulled his cock out of me and I was eager to put it
back where it belonged. The man sat on the couch and I quickly straddled
him. Again he stretched my cock hungry pussy as I settled down on his
pole. As I bottomed out, I leaned down to kiss the man whose cock was
embedded in my pussy. I realized that the man was very ugly. The man's
face was badly scared from acne and a couple of cuts probably received
in a knife fight. He was the type of man that would scare me under
normal circumstances, but now I just wanted him to fuck me hard.
We were now drawing a crowd. The long anticipation was over. I had
crossed a threshold. It was no longer a matter of whether I should be
here with all these men. I no longer needed to worry about cheating on
my husband. It was now a fact. I was so hot that I decided to completely
let go. I invited the other men to join in. Quickly, a second man began
to rub my tits as I pumped the black cock. The men avoided my belly at
first. Later they stroked it. A third man spit into his hand and used
the lubricant to grease up my ass. He then pushed his cock into my
asshole and began matching my strokes on cock number 1. I've never felt
so full. I had a third orgasm that must have lasted for 20 seconds. When
I finally opened my eyes, I notice the second man standing on the couch
offering me his cock. I swallowed it immediately and began sucking hard.
I realized now that this fuck session was a live performance of what had
happened on TV. I was being thoroughly fucked by three well-hung men. My
orgasms were almost continuous. As in the TV version, the man in my
mouth shot his load first. I'm proud to say that I didn't miss a drop of
his load. True to form the man in my ass started bucking and moaning. I
wondered if he would feed me his cock like on TV.
Man number three answered my silent query by pulling out and moving to
where man number two had stood a moment before. He wanted me to put my
mouth on his cock that had just been buried in my ass. At that moment I
wasn't sure what to do. I looked at the big tool and noted the remnants
of its journey into my bowels. Without thinking, I put my mouth over the
thing. He pumped several strings of sperm down my throat and into my
belly. I had to agree with the woman on TV. I liked the taste of cum. I
also detected a musky taste. In my heightened state of lust, I paid no
attention to the origin of the stuff. I simply licked off all that
remained on the mans cock.
The black man fucking my pussy was now ready to cum. He buried his cock
into me and blew out his load. I could feel the pressure of the surge.
It caused me to orgasm again. When he was done, I got off allowing the
load to drip out just like on TV. I knelt down and cleaned the mans
cock and licked up the cum from his belly. When finished, I stood up and
asked, "Whose next?"
Several men moved forward at once. I held up my hands and said, I cant
do you all at once. I pointed to the three closest guys and had the
first sit down on the couch. I decided it was time to remove my dress.
Man number 2 new what to do when I raised my arms. In one smooth move he
grabbed the hem of my dress and raised it over my head. I blushed at the
Oohs and Ahhs coming from the crowd of men. I was glad to see that
the man on the couch had a nice large hard-on. I gave a couple of
strokes to the cocks of the other two chosen studs. They responded
nicely.
With three more hard cocks ready for my body, I proceeded to straddle
the man on the couch. In no time he was pounding me pretty hard. It was
great. I motioned for the other two to assume their positions. Soon, I
was filled up with cock again. The guy in my pussy added to the already
mind blowing stimulation by sucking on my nipples. I though that I might
black out with the intense sensations. Through my fog I heard the man
under me saying something. I removed the cock from my mouth and croaked,
Did you say something? He repeated, You taste great.
I couldnt figure out what he was talking about. Suddenly, I noticed
that the mans face had streaks of a milky liquid on it. Finally, it
dawned on my sex overloaded mind that I was lactating all over the man
sucking my breasts. His sucking and my super hot body must have
triggered the response. Immediately, I had one of the most powerful
orgasms of my life. While climaxing I demanded, Suck my tits! The man
quickly did as he was told. I went back to sucking on the cock in front
of me.
The sight of me feeding the man my milk must have been too much for the
man in my mouth. I gave me a feeding of my own. I lapped up his milk
enthusiastically. He stepped off the sofa and another man took his
place. This went on and on as the guys filled me with their cum and then
were replaced by another. I had numerous orgasms as my body was pounded.
I should say that they fucked me good and hard, but they never got too
rough. They were mindful of the baby that was growing in my womb.
After taking on all twelve men at least twice, I began to get tired. I
suspect that some of the men wanted to fuck me again, but I was worn
out. I thanked them for the wonderful time and got dressed. I did relent
and gave each man a squirt of milk and kiss before I left. I drove home
knowing that my sexual needs had be filled. I was almost sure that I
would not require another cock until my husband returned home. Now I had
to figure out what to tell him. I knew that what happened tonight would
not be my last gangbang. I was hooked!
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The account you have just read contains acts that may not be appropriate
for everyone. In fact, some may be dangerous. The author does not
advocate the practice of these acts and in our times recommends that
care be taken when any sex act is performed. Protect Yourself!
Look for other stories in the GBV "Gang Bang Virgin" series.
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