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Partners
by The Stork (address withheld)

***

John lives with his wife, his sister, and his teenage 
daughter. When his suave business partner Calvin moves 
in, will John be able to keep the women in his life out 
of Calvin's bed? And out of the maternity ward? (FFM, 
voy, swing, intr, cuck, preg)

***

When Calvin and I went into business together, everyone 
joked about how we were opposites. I'm the brainy 
programmer who could hack into NASA; he's the slick 
marketing guy who could sell ice to Eskimos. I'm 
average height and average looking; he's very tall and 
very good looking. I'm white and very pale-skinned 
thanks to my mostly-Irish background; he's black, and 
very dark. I was a track star in high school but I've 
gotten totally out of shape; he did a 4-year stint in 
the Army after high school and five years later looks 
like he could still run six miles without breaking a 
sweat. 

I hesitate to mention this, but I think it'll be 
important to the story later: I have a smallish cock, 
barely over 4 inches when I'm hard; I caught a glimpse 
of his in the locker room once, and had to stop myself 
from staring - it was at least six inches totally soft. 
He later bragged it was 11 hard.

But our dicks don't come into the story just yet. We 
met working for a mismanaged software company, and soon 
realized with my programming skills and his 
persuasiveness, we could do much better on our own. And 
we did. In three years, we went from a 2-man operation 
working out of my garage with my sister Maggie doing 
the books, to a staff of 12 and a downtown office. And 
as different as we were, Calvin always stressed how 
alike we were - we both knew the software business 
inside and out. We were both smart with our money. And 
then there's our love lives - we both got married 
because of unplanned pregnancy, and both got divorced 
because of it.

I got Maria pregnant when we were both 17. I called her 
my high school sweetheart, but the truth is we were 
high school fuckbuddies, both blowing off steam until 
we could graduate and move on. A broken condom changed 
those plans - her strict Catholic upbringing meant she 
wouldn't consider abortion, so I popped the question 
and walked her down the altar with a huge swollen belly 
bursting out of her wedding dress. 

Her conservative Puerto Rican family were furious that 
I had knocked her up, but warmed up to me once I made 
an honest woman of her. I used to joke that her parents 
brought it on themselves - they gave her the middle 
name Concepción, and boy did that end up being 
prophetic. A year after the wedding, she was pregnant 
again despite our best efforts (okay, we obviously 
didn't try too hard).

That's when I made the biggest mistake of my life - I 
got my nuts clipped. 19 seems like an insanely young 
age to get the snip, but you know how teenagers are - 
no perspective. I just knew two kids was more than 
enough. But we never made it that far. 

Three weeks after I healed up, she miscarried - we had 
one kid and no prospects for more. I thought she'd be 
fine with that, as freaked out as she was by having two 
so young, and as much as she loved Carmen, our little 
girl. But the more time passed, the more she talked 
about wanting a big family, and how upset she was that 
she'd never have that.

So I guess I shouldn't be that surprised when, after 
six years of marriage, I caught her cheating. And I 
caught her in the worst way possible. Worse than her 
calling out another guy's name. Worse than walking in 
on her in bed with another man. I found a pregnancy 
test in the garbage. Two lines. Not only had another 
man fucked her, he did the one thing I couldn't - he 
shot his sperm deep into her womb and made her 
pregnant. I couldn't get the image out of my head of 
her fucking this guy - Ramón, from the old 
neighborhood, as it turns out. And I couldn't stop 
picturing her belly swelling up with another man's 
child.

So I did the only thing I could - I divorced her. I 
hated splitting custody of Carmen, but things were 
surprisingly amicable once the divorce was final - we 
tried to be the best parents we could, she married 
Ramón - the maternity wedding dress still fit - gave 
birth to a boy, then a year after that a girl. Then 
things went South for them - Ramón started working late 
and taking trips out of town and she suspected him of 
an affair.

But he should have been the suspicious one - three 
years after their second kid, she gave birth to a baby 
boy - this one half-Asian. She had been seeing a co-
worker for over a year, and claims she finally slipped 
up. But knowing her, I think she just missed being 
pregnant, and if Ramón wouldn't do the job, she found 
someone who could. Problem was, this guy was married, 
so when Ramón stormed out of the delivery room and was 
never heard from again, she was left on her own with 
four kids - two preschoolers and a newborn. 

Carmen was 9 at that point, and I took full custody 
just to give Maria a break. Of course, she was still 
Señorita Concepción - three years later she got knocked 
up by a one-night stand who she never saw again. This 
guy was half-black, half-white, so the little girl 
looks kind of like her kids by Ramón with curlier hair.

Meanwhile, Calvin's story started out the same - after 
he got out of the army, he quickly got his girlfriend 
Jennifer pregnant and they did the shotgun wedding 
thing at 22 (him) and 18 (her). He's younger than I am, 
so this was only three years before we started the 
business - by the time we opened our doors, they had 
two kids, 1 and 2, and things seemed to be going fine. 
That same year I married Yuki, a programmer from our 
old company I had been dating for a few years. So the 
four of us were close as can be.

But a year into entrepreneurship, Calvin got abruptly 
divorced too. He says our stories are the same here; I 
say they're the opposite. He was the one doing the 
cheating - poor Jen found out within the span of six 
weeks that Calvin had not only gotten her pregnant 
again, he also got her sister (Megan) and her best 
friend (Aisha) pregnant as well. I still don't know how 
the hell he managed that - he just grins and says it 
was a busy month. I had always joked that he could 
charm the panties off Mother Teresa - I had no idea how 
close to the mark I was.

Of course, Jen was furious, but mostly with Calvin, not 
with the two women who had fucked her husband. In fact, 
they became closer than ever, and they're apparently 
all living together raising his kids. He once showed me 
a picture of the three of them - Lord knows how he got 
it - all at the beach, eight months pregnant, milk-
filled boobs bursting out of bikini tops, and three 
hugely pregnant bellies ready to burst with his third, 
fourth, fifth, and sixth kids (Megan had twins!). 

Whoever took the photo got the three women to pose, 
arching their backs to thrust their bulging tummies out 
obscenely, and pulling their wet bikini tops tight 
against their massive mammaries. Jen was a vision, her 
light skin gently browned by the sun, blonde hair 
cascading down her back, and a tall, trim body that 
barely put on any weight besides the big round bump 
right in the middle. Best of all, her sheer white 
bikini top showed off two big fat nipples - a ring 
through the left one clearly visible through the fabric 
- and around them faint hints of her dark brown 
aureoles, which pregnancy had stretched to nearly 4 
inches across. 

Next to her was Aisha, jet-black skin glistening in the 
sun; straightened hair pulled into two thick pigtails, 
making her look a very girlish 25. But the real sight 
was Megan, her stomach so enormous she could barely 
stand, her red curls spilling forward over her breasts, 
making it look like she was topless. But no amount of 
hair could cover those tits, made massive by eight 
months of a double dose or hormones and enough milk to 
feed a family of four. Years later, I still have that 
photo burned onto my brain. At the time, it was the 
most erotic thing I had ever seen.

So that's where things stood when I bought the big 
house. Business was good, so I bought a big old 
farmhouse well outside the city on the cheap. 
Carmencita had just turned 17 and was still living with 
me; Yuki was 27 and more beautiful than she was when I 
married her. I still count my lucky stars that a 
beautiful woman 7 years my junior fell for me - she 
says we just clicked, and the fact that I was quickly 
getting rich didn't hurt. She didn't even mind the 
vasectomy - at the time, she said she didn't want any 
kids, joking that with 2 billion Asians, the world 
didn't really need her to make any more.

We had only just gotten the house fixed up when my 
little sister Maggie moved in - she had had a big fight 
with her roommate, we had several spare bedrooms, and 
she was already working for/with me, was close with 
Yuki, and even closer with Carmen, so the arrangement 
worked for everybody.

But things really got interesting when Calvin moved in. 
Everyone involved meant for it to be temporary - he was 
selling his apartment and buying a bigger one - the 
sale went through, but the buy fell apart. So while he 
looked for a new place, I offered one of our spare 
rooms. He was practically part of the family anyway, 
and we could talk work in private before heading into 
the office. He even drove Carmen over to her mothers 
every other weekends. So after a few months, we forgot 
all about him buying a new place.

By that point, my relationship with Maria had taken 
another strange turn - we got along. She'd bring her 
kids over to spend time with their big sister, and she 
and Maggie became fast friends, gossiping over 
boyfriends and planning girls' nights out when someone 
(often me) could watch the kids.

She also flirted shamelessly with Calvin. After five 
kids by four different men, Maria pretty much gave up 
on pretending to be unlucky in love, and proudly called 
herself a slut. I knew better than to get involved, and 
warned Calvin to stay away, especially since her 
youngest kid was 4, and it was the longest she'd ever 
gone without a bun in the oven. He obviously didn't 
listen - before long man #5 had given her baby #6.

I thought they'd get married, but since neither of them 
had been faithful to anyone in their lives, they stayed 
on good terms but never made any commitment. Maggie 
told me that Maria figured, after raising four of her 
kids on her own, she could manage one more. She also 
told me that once Maria had told her Calvin was the 
best fuck of her life, and once she had gotten a taste 
of his cock, it wasn't long before she was begging him 
to make her pregnant. I wasn't sure why my sister felt 
the need to tell me the hot and heavy details of my ex-
wife's sex life, or even how she knew all the dirty 
details. But it soon became clear - a few months later, 
Maggie and Calvin came to me and said that they were 
having a baby.

At first, I was furious with Calvin. Fucking over my 
ex-wife was one thing, but this was my little sister. 
But once my not-so-innocent little sister told me the 
details I rethought the situation.

'John, you should know it's my fault as much as his. I 
knew about Calvin and Maria - she tells me all the 
details about who she fucks, and she told me in great 
detail that Calvin was the best she ever had. I didn't 
want to come between you guys, but I just had to find 
out for myself what fucking him was like. One night 
after a few drinks, the two of them talked me into a 
threesome, and I didn't need much persuading. 

After watching him stretch out Maria's cunt with that 
gigantic baby-maker of his, I was dripping wet, and 
truth be told, I probably should have set up the baby 
registry right then and there - there was no way I 
wasn't going to feel his cum shooting into my snatch. 
And God damn did he fill me up with a lot of cum. I 
swear he can fill a double shot glass, and every time I 
was over there, he'd fuck me and Maria three times each 
and still get it up for a blowjob for dessert. We 
didn't do anything in the house, because we didn't want 
you to be mad. But outside of the house, we couldn't 
keep our hands off each other.'

'But... he got you pregnant! Couldn't you have gone on 
the pill first?'

'Shit, John, I was on the pill for ten years - I needed 
a break. Besides that, I'm 30 - I always wanted a 
couple of kids, and I can't wait another five years to 
start. If Maria can manage her brood, I can certainly 
handle one. Or maybe two,' she said with a grin.

'Well, are you two going to get married? Or is he going 
to leave you in the lurch like Maria?'

'Hey, Maria wanted it that way. I think I do too - I 
like the idea of being pregnant and having a kid more 
than settling down and being a housewife just yet. 
Besides, as good a fuck as Calvin is, I'm not sure I 
want to be tied down to one man for the rest of my 
life.'

'Why would you be? I'm sure you won't be the only one 
Calvin will be fucking.'

I was still pissed, but now I was equally pissed at 
both of them. Then Calvin the smooth-talking salesman 
took over. He said he loved Maggie, and wanted another 
shot at the relationship he had thrown away with Jen. 
He said he had talked her into marrying him, and 
invoked the 'we're all family anyway' line a few times. 
Eventually, I cooled off, and gave them my blessing.

Now that they didn't have to hide their relationship, 
they pretty much took things in the opposite direction. 
Everywhere I turned in the house, I'd see Calvin 
grabbing Maggie's ass; Maggie shoving her tongue down 
Calvin's throat while she grabbed the sizeable bulge in 
his pants. Calvin hugging Maggie from behind, cupping 
her breasts while he kissed the side of her neck. The 
worst part was, it was turning me on! I found myself 
walking around the house with a hard-on straining my 
trousers, and from watching my sister! It was sick, it 
was wrong, but I sure as hell didn't want it to stop.

As it turns out, Yuki didn't either. Relationship-wise, 
she was happy they had found each other. And when it 
came to sex, I quickly learned she approved of that 
too. Our house was a drafty old structure, and at night 
it was impossible not to hear Calvin and Maggie's 
exertions in the next room. Not that they made any 
effort to be quiet - once they got going, Maggie often 
screamed her head off:

'Oh fuck! Fuck me harder with that monster! Give me 
every inch!'

'Unggh. Feel that?'

'Aaah!'

'That's your cervix. Want me to hit it again?'

'Fuck! Hit me harder! Make it hurt! Just don't stop!'

She usually came first, and screamed bloody murder 
doing it. Sometimes he'd give her two or three orgasms 
before it was his turn, but it was only a matter of 
time before she was begging for his sperm.

'Cum for me. I want to feel you shooting inside me.'

'Are you sure?' he'd tease her.

'God yes! Drown my womb in your sperm, like you did 
when you gave me a baby.'

'Remember how you begged for it, baby?'

'Oh fuck yes. I needed you so badly.'

'You still need it bad, don't you?'

'Yes! Yes! Please! I'd do whatever you want! I'll be 
your slut! I'll be your slave!'

'You're already my slut, baby. I'm gonna fill you with 
so much cum, when this baby's born, you'll be workin' 
on the next one.'

That would degenerate into screams, grunts, and 
unhinged wailing. Then it would start all over. And 
then start again. And often again.

Now, a dead man couldn't listen to that, set to the 
beat of a battered headboard hitting the wall, without 
getting turned on. By that time Yuki and I had a 
boring, twice-a-week sex life, so I'd try to 
surreptitiously masturbate to the sounds of my best 
friend fucking the shit out of my pregnant sister, and 
hope she didn't notice. Until once night when I reached 
for her and realized she had three fingers buried in 
her cunt, madly thumbing her clit as she listened in as 
well. 

Once we admitted how turned on we both were, our sex 
life took off, as we found ourselves fucking every 
night while listening to them. I'd watch Yuki riding my 
cock, her bronze skin glistening with sweat, her black 
hair plastered to her, her beautiful titties bouncing 
up and down in time to her fucking me. She often 
managed to climax just as Maggie was hitting her peak 
as well. She wasn't nearly as vocal, but after a few 
nights, Calvin gave me a wink and a nudge, 
congratulating me on getting my wife back in the mood.

Again, in his mind, our stories were the same. But in 
mind, we were still on opposite ends of the spectrum. 
He was fucking his girl four times a night - mine was 
tired out after one. And his had begged for his baby; 
mine didn't care that she was never going to get mine.

Once it was out in the open that we could hear each 
other go at it, the two of them became even more 
brazen. If Carmen was at her mother's, we'd wake up to 
find Maggie lying on the kitchen table, legs in the 
air, as Calvin's big prick hammered into her. Or we'd 
be watching a movie, and glance over to see Maggie 
slobbering over her boyfriend's big black tool. As 
wrong as I felt watching my sister acting like a dirty 
slut, I also couldn't take my eyes off of Calvin's 
gigantic member - it had to be nearly three times as 
long as mine, and twice as thick. No wonder he had 
Maggie begging for it every night.

Fortunately, it didn't take too much of this before 
Yuki joined in on the action, and I could concentrate 
on her. Before long, the two girls got competitive, 
seeing who could bring her man off the fastest (much to 
my shame, Yuki usually won that one), or who could be 
the most brazen. At our peak, we ran stark naked, half 
a mile from the house, and fucked like animals out in 
the fields, in full view of our neighbors. 

Fortunately, the houses were about a mile apart, so I 
doubt anyone got much of a view. But the idea of it was 
a thrill. As close as the four of us were during all 
this, I couldn't get the idea out of my head that we 
would have swapped partners if Calvin's partner wasn't 
my sister. Yuki and Calvin would flirt - jokingly, 
mostly - and my wife even suggested strip poker one 
night, although I shot that down, saying I didn't need 
to see my sister strip. (watching her buck naked and 
begging for cock, however, I didn't seem to have a 
problem with) 

Every time I saw Calvin's huge cock sliding in and out 
of Maggie's well-lubricated snatch, glistening with her 
juices, then plunging deep into her bulging tummy as 
his massive balls slapped against her ass, I couldn't 
help picturing him doing the same thing to Yuki - I 
could see his lips on her taut, pink nipples; his 
strong hands squeezing her firm little ass; his tongue 
probing her gasping mouth; her pert breasts mashed up 
against his muscular, hairy chest; her golden 
complexion in contrast to his coal-black skin; and most 
of all, his massive tool, forcing its way inside of 
her, stretching out her tight pussy, going places my 
little dick never would, making her feel things I never 
could, and finally spurting ropes of thick white cum 11 
inches deep into her willing cunt.

It was just like the visions I had of Ramón fucking my 
first wife, but instead of being repulsed, I was more 
aroused than I had ever been. And unlike the first time 
around, it was just a fantasy - it hadn't actually 
happen, and wasn't going to. It was just one more 
fantasy to spice up our sex life, which was better than 
it had been in my wildest dreams. A typical week at 
home put our honeymoon to shame. And Yuki was loving it 
as much as I was. She was more into me than she was 
even when he were first dating. That's a great feeling 
for a married man in his mid 30s.

There was one down side to all this, which was that as 
my sister started to glow with her pregnancy, and her 
tummy started to bulge (and as often as we saw her 
naked, the bulge was hard to miss), my wife would 
occasionally show signs of jealousy. She casually asked 
if it was possible to get the vasectomy reversed - I 
had looked into it years ago, and it wasn't going to 
happen. I mentioned adoption, but she didn't seem that 
excited. Instead, she'd look longingly at Maggie's 
expanding belly when she thought I wasn't looking.

Still, she knew what she was getting into when she 
married me. And by that point, I had a bigger problem 
to worry about - Carmen. No father wants to think of 
his teenage daughter as at all sexual, but at 17, 
Carmen's womanhood was tough to ignore. In two years, 
she had gone from being a skinny tomboy to a walking 
wet dream - her boobs came in with a vengeance, her 
perfect honey-brown skin was the envy of every pimply, 
pink-faced girl in her school, and she already had an 
ass to stop traffic. 

Maybe it sounds wrong to notice this about my daughter, 
but, damn, I wasn't blind. Besides, I felt it was my 
duty to protect her from the boys I knew would be 
following her around everywhere. Especially when her 
mother encouraged her to show off her assets - short 
skirts and low-cut tank tops were favorites, and once 
her mother let her get her bellybutton pierced, over my 
objection, I don't think a scrap of cloth touched her 
midriff from that day forward.

I know I should have realized this right away, but for 
some stupid reason, it took me months to catch on - if 
we could hear the sexual escapades in the next room, so 
could she. Carmen's room was just across the hall from 
theirs, and she surely got an earful. If hearing a live 
porno broadcast down the hall every night made my wife 
horny as all hell, I can't imagine the effect it was 
having my teenage daughter.

Actually, I could imagine. And as a father, that scared 
the shit out of me. I found myself hacking into servers 
just to dig up dirt on whatever classmate she was seen 
talking to after school. I forbid her to go out unless 
it was with at least three other girls. And I did my 
best to scare off every teenage boy in town.

Turns out, I was worried about the wrong group of guys. 
I came home one day to see the now-familiar sight of my 
best friend fucking the shit out of my willing sister. 
I couldn't help but slow down to take a closer look. 
But when I did, I heard an unfamiliar voice.

'Oh shit, it's so big!'
'You'll get used to it. Just relax and let it stretch 
out your pussy a little.'
'Oh no. I'll never get used to this. It's so good. So 
fucking good.'

Calvin straightened up a bit, I caught a glimpse of a 
navel ring, and I was suddenly able to place the voice. 
It was my daughter.

I went through the roof. Fucking my ex-wife and my 
sister were one thing. But my teenage daughter? That 
was a betrayal to end all betrayals. I threw Calvin out 
of the house, fired him, threatened his life, and 
called him every curse word in the book before I had 
even paused for breath. His strong hand grabbed my arm 
to calm me down, and Carmen addressed me. 

Like I said, I still thought of her as my little girl. 
But here she was, standing before me as a full-grown 
woman, bare-breasted; shaved cunt spread wide open and 
leaking a stream of thick, white cum; with love bites 
blossoming on her neck and both breasts; and dried 
sperm running down her chin, in a line across her right 
breast, and coating the silver chain dripping from her 
bellybutton. I may not have wanted to think of my 
daughter as sexual, but she wasn't giving me any 
choice.

'Dad, I wanted him to.'

'What?!? It doesn't matter! You're seventeen! He's 
marrying your aunt! And shit, he got your mother 
pregnant! How fucked up is this?'

'How do you think all this got started? All I've been 
hearing, every day for months, is how good he fucks. 
How good he fucks mom. How good he fucks Aunt Maggie. 
How good he fucks Maggie's friend Parvati. How good he 
fucks mom's next-door neighbors - the mother and the 
daughter both. How much Mom and Maggie both love being 
pregnant with his babies. How mom wants another one as 
soon as this one's out. 

Shit, Maggie told me how every day she begs Calvin to 
keep her barefoot and pregnant from now until her eggs 
dry up. And I can hear her every night and most 
mornings, begging for his big cock. She and Mom are 
enjoying fucking this guy more than anything they've 
ever done in their lives. Riding this big cock,' she 
grabbed his massive erection and stroked it for 
emphasis, her slender fingers barely able to close 
around his girth, 'is clearly a life-changing 
experience. Why would I deny myself that?'

I was at a loss for words. I was furious with him; 
furious with her; furious with myself for letting this 
happen right under my nose. But at the same time, part 
of me admitted she had a point - she was obviously a 
full-grown woman, and if she wasn't fucking Calvin, 
she'd be with some inexperienced teenager, or worse, 
some date-rapist college guy. 

But it was clear to me that, no matter what Calvin did, 
she wasn't going to spend her nights at home knitting, 
that was for damn sure. Worst of all, I was incredibly 
turned on despite myself. Seeing this teenager in the 
flush of youth, oozing raw sexuality, and looking more 
well-fucked than a hooker at the end of Fleet Week, 
clinging for dear life to the ebony Adonis that had 
been driving her over the edge, was the most erotic 
experience of my life - and that's including the photo 
of Calvin's three pregnant conquests.

I couldn't deal with any of this, so I ran out of the 
house. I got in the car and drove like a madman until I 
was hopelessly lost, then I went to a bar and drunk 
myself blind. I woke up passed out in the back of my 
car in a strange neighborhood. I went into the office 
to clean up and compose myself (it was a Saturday, so 
no one was around), before I returned home the next 
evening.

The whole family was waiting for me, and in turn they 
tried to calm me down, told me not to be mad, etc. 
Maria told me Carmen had her blessing - I called her a 
worthless slut, and said she just wanted her daughter 
to be the same. I asked Maggie if this was really the 
guy she wanted to marry, fucking every girl he meets up 
to and including her niece. She just squeezed Calvin's 
hand and said, 'Yes. I love him. And I love Carmen. And 
if they can make each other happy, that makes me 
happy.' 

Even my wife turned against me. 'I understand that 
you're protective of your daughter, but she's old 
enough to make her own decisions. It's perfectly normal 
for a girl her age to have a healthy sex drive. And 
better she explores that with someone she knows and 
trusts than some guy from school she barely knows.' 

I felt like my world had gone crazy - the whole family 
telling me I should let my teenage daughter fuck a man 
who's a few months shy of becoming her uncle. Then 
Calvin, the smooth-talker started in. He started off by 
apologizing, and saying he didn't want to hurt me by 
doing this. Then he reminded me that it was Carmen's 
idea, and that my little girl didn't take no for an 
answer. He went back over everyone else's arguments, 
and by the end of it, I was just worn down by all of 
it.

'Fine,' I finally relented. 'But if you fuck her over, 
I swear to God...'

He smiled warmly before I could finish the threat. 
'She's your daughter. How could I?'

'Well, for starters, you'd better use birth control for 
a change.'
'I don't want him to.'

Finally, Carmen spoke up. My jaw dropped.

'You want him to get you pregnant? You're 17!'

'I'm six months older than mom was when you knocked her 
up.'

'And look how that turned out! We got divorced when you 
were five! She cheated on me! And at least I tried to 
do the right thing by her - you think this guy's going 
to marry you? He's already marrying your aunt! And who 
knows how many other girls he's gotten pregnant.'

'I don't care. I'm way too young to get married 
anyway.'

'But not too young to raise a kid on your own?'

'I won't be on my own. He'll still help. Maggie will. 
Yuki will.'

The women nodded their assent - they had pretty solidly 
closed ranks while I had been out getting drunk. I gave 
up trying to argue. 'This is insane,' I insisted, and 
walked into the kitchen for some air.

Yuki followed me. 'Look, I don't expect you to be happy 
about any of this, but it's her life. It's perfectly 
normal for her to have that breeding urge - all women 
get that. Some early, some late.' 

I suddenly had this flash that she wasn't just talking 
about Carmen - she was talking about herself, but I 
didn't have time to think about it as she continued. 
'And plenty of girls get pregnant in worse situations 
than hers - at least she has her whole family around 
her. She seems pretty hell-bent on doing this - it's up 
to you to either support her or let her do it on her 
own.'

I realized my wife was right. Carmen was every bit as 
hot for Calvin as Maggie was, and odds were, she was 
going to have his baby whether I liked it or not. And 
if I managed to stop her from seeing him, she'd just 
find another guy - I'd seen her libido unleashed; there 
was no way she was putting that back in the box.

Eventually, I told my daughter, 'I guess I can't stop 
you. Just make sure you know what you're getting 
yourself into.' She squealed and literally jumped for 
joy. She kissed Calvin passionately, and I think she 
had to restrain herself from tearing off her clothes 
and giving herself to him right then and there.

That night, instead of my sister's screams of ecstasy, 
the whole house was treated to my daughter's. And while 
Maggie usually tired out around 2am, Carmen was still 
begging for more when the sun came up. And naturally, I 
was awake listening to every word. As disturbing as it 
was to hear my daughter getting fucked senseless, 
screaming her head off about how much she loved my best 
friend's cock, and begging him to impregnate her like 
her life depended on it, it was also hot as hell. 

I was ashamed that her cries had given me a rock-hard 
erection, but the moment Yuki jumped on top of me, I 
said 'fuck it,' literally and figuratively. As I 
listened to my teenage daughter scream her way through 
orgasm after orgasm, as my best friend sent billions of 
sperm in search of one of her young, fertile eggs, my 
wife and I fucked like there was no tomorrow. 

I pounded her ass into the mattress like I never had 
before; when she came, Yuki screamed to rival Maggie on 
her best night. After we had fucked three times, she 
swallowed my sticky cock like it was made of strawberry 
ice cream, and sucked me until I was hard again.

'My pussy's too sore. You'll have to fuck my ass this 
time.'

This was two firsts. I always thought my dick was too 
small to make her sore. And she had never offered me 
her ass. So much of our combined juices had spilled out 
of her pussy and down her ass crack, than when I spread 
her cheeks, I was able to slide two fingers right in. 
She moaned, and I took that as a nod to put three, and 
then four fingers. After that, she had no trouble 
taking my cock, and as worn out as I was from the first 
three fucks.

I pounded away at her tight asshole for what must have 
been a full hour, as Yuki madly frigged her clit with 
one hand, alternately burying her face in the pillow, 
and cursing in Japanese as she orgasmed every few 
minutes. All the while, we could hear Calvin telling 
his latest conquest how much he loved fucking her, and 
how much he loved making babies in her. In between 
begging for his cock, tongue, cum, a womb full of 
sperm, a big swollen belly, and enough babies to 
repopulate the earth.

Carmen promised to be his slut, to fuck only him, to 
fuck anyone he wanted her to, to let him pierce her 
nipples, to tattoo his name on several parts of her 
body, to tattoo 'Slut' just above her pussy, and too 
many other things to remember. I had the suspicion no 
one had ever enjoyed sex as much as my little girl was 
enjoying it that night. Although, as I finally unloaded 
into my wife's newly opened back channel, I realized I 
was enjoying things as much as I ever had as well.

Which is why I gave up being shocked or angry when Yuki 
wanted her turn. After listening to Calvin fuck my 
daughter senseless night after night, I realized that 
she got the most turned on when Carmen talked about 
getting pregnant. Once, I heard the phrase, 'I need it! 
Put a baby in my belly,' and I wasn't sure whether it 
was my daughter's voice or my wife's. I started to 
fantasize about her fucking Calvin again, only this 
time he wasn't just fucking her, he was using his 
monster cock to impregnate her. 

I pictured her belly swelling up with a baby, like 
Maggie's was, like his ex-wife's had, and like my 
little girl's was about to. The more I thought about 
it, the more I couldn't stop thinking about it. And the 
more I looked around my life, with my ex-wife, my 
sister, and my daughter all pregnant by the same man, 
it started to seem not only inevitable, but perfectly 
natural that my wife should join in.

Sure enough, a few weeks later, we were talking about 
the other two pregnancies in the house, and she 
admitted that she wished we could have a baby. I caught 
her off guard by saying, 'you want Calvin's, don't 
you?' She wasn't expecting me to cut right to the 
chase, so not knowing what else to say, she lowered her 
eyes, and said yes. 'I'm sorry. I wish I could have 
yours. But I can't go my whole life without a baby of 
my own. And he's...'

'You want to fuck him as much as you want to have a 
baby, admit it.'

'I just meant he's right here...'

'It's all right. After everything we've seen and heard, 
I can't say I blame you.'

'You... really?'

'If you really want a baby, he might as well be the 
sperm donor.'

'Seriously? And you'd be okay with it? After everything 
that's happened?'

'You don't think I've ever wished I could have more 
kids?'

'But... it wouldn't be your kid, really. And it won't 
look anything like you.'

'That doesn't matter. If it's yours, then it'll be 
mine, too.'

She threw her arms around me and kissed me. Was I 
crazy, for letting my wife get pregnant by another man? 
Did I really want to let her have a baby the whole 
world would know wasn't mine? Shit, as fucked up as our 
whole situation was already, was this any worse? My 
wife wanted a baby; I wanted a baby; so what if people 
talked. People had been talking since my first wife got 
knocked up by another man - I was long past the point 
of being respectable, and with a pregnant teenager in 
the house, things were only going to get worse on that 
score.

When my ex-wife lost her second husband the same way 
she lost me, she finally just embraced her sluttiness 
and didn't look back, and from what I can tell, is 
happier for it. I decided it was high time I started 
being honest about myself as well. I was in awe of 
Calvin's sexual prowess, and I loved watching him fuck 
every woman in my life better than I ever could. I was 
going to have a brown-skinned nephew and grandchild in 
my future - truth be told, I was eager to throw a child 
of our own into the mix. I was dying to see Yuki's 
belly swelling up with his child, and dying to see 
Calvin's baby sucking on her breasts.

I finally admitted all that to Yuki, and that I had 
been fantasizing about her with Calvin since he moved 
in, and that I had been fantasizing about her having 
his baby since Maggie got pregnant. Maybe longer than 
that. And that when she gives birth to a beautiful 
dark-skinned baby, I'll be happy to show off to the 
world that another man fucked my wife and I encouraged 
him to get her pregnant. I won't just be a proud papa - 
I'll be an out and proud cuckold. I'll gladly tell the 
world what a stud knocked up my wife, and how happy I 
am about it.

That all came pouring out of me, as my wife looked on, 
mouth agape. But as I said it, I realized I meant every 
word. As did she.

'Wow. You're really serious about this. I didn't 
realize you were so into the idea - I thought you'd 
hate me for wanting his baby.'
'I do have one condition. I want to watch. I want to 
watch you spread your legs for him, and get fucked like 
you've never been fucked by anyone. I want to watch 
another man put a baby in your belly. I want you to beg 
for it, just like Maggie, just like Carmen - tell him 
how much you need him, and how much you need his baby 
inside you.'

Yuki was flushed and excited hearing me say all this. I 
half expected her to run out of the room and pounce on 
Calvin, but instead she had a condition of her own.

'If you want this so badly, you can tell him. Tell him 
you want him to fuck your wife. Tell him you want to 
watch. Tell him you want me pregnant with his baby. I 
want you to beg for it.'

By this point, the sexual tension in the room was 
electric. Talking about it this way, made us both 
realize that we both wanted it more than we were 
willing to admit to ourselves. Finally, I couldn't take 
any more. I lunged at her, pushing my tongue into her 
mouth, as one hand grabbed her ass and the other one of 
her tits. She clawed at my belt trying to get my pants 
off, and I actually tore her shirt in half in my haste 
to get it off of her. We fucked each other to 
exhaustion, both turned on immensely knowing that all 
the fucking we were doing was just a warm-up for the 
real fucking she was going to get soon.

I already knew when I wanted to ask. The following 
week, Carmen's period was due. Of course, it didn't 
come - she had taken well over a hundred loads of sperm 
in the past three weeks - I'm surprised half the girls 
in her class weren't pregnant from the contact high. 
But she took the test to make it official. Maggie 
cooked a big dinner, and we toasted her impending new 
life - with ginger ale, since counting Maria we had 
three pregnant women and one who, little did everyone 
know, was about to be.

I stood up to make a speech. 'Calvin's been my best 
friend and trusted partner for many years, and I've 
long felt like he's been part of the family. I have to 
admit I was upset when he got Maria pregnant. And then 
when he got Maggie pregnant. (this got a few nervous 
laughs) And then when he got Carmen pregnant. (more 
laughter) But I've come to realize how happy I am about 
all the new lives coming into our home. And there's 
something I need to say.'

Everyone paused in anticipation, not knowing what was 
coming next. 'There's one more womb here that needs to 
be filled.' All eyes turned to Yuki, who blushed and 
tried her best to look coy. 'And I think we all know 
you're the man to do it.'

Calvin looked surprised. 'Are you kidding? You're 
serious?'
'Calvin, I want you to fuck my wife. I want you to fuck 
her like you fucked my sister, and my daughter. And I 
want you to put a baby in her. She's fertile right now, 
she hasn't used any protection in years. I want you to 
stick your big cock deeper inside her than any man's 
ever been, and I want you to fill her womb with so much 
sperm it'll leak out of her all week. I want you to 
knock her up, and I want to raise your baby as my own.'

Before anyone could react, Yuki stood up. She was 
wearing a long, sexy red dress, and without a word, she 
undid the clasp at the back of her neck, letting it 
slide across her breasts, revealing nipples that were 
sticking out like pencil erasers. As the dress slid 
past her hips, the family gasped as we all saw her 
belly: in thick black Sharpie, she had written across 
her stomach, 'PUT A BABY IN ME,' with an arrow pointing 
down through her straight, close-cropped pubic hair and 
to the edge of her slit. 

She wasn't wearing anything under the dress, and as she 
turned around to step out of it, we could see 'FUCK ME 
TILL IT HURTS' written across her lower back and he 
ass.' I pulled the Sharpie out of my pocket, and on her 
left breast wrote 'FUCK MY WIFE,' and on the right, 
'KNOCK HER UP.' I cleared my throat. 'Just so there's 
no confusion.' Calvin looked from her to me as a shit-
eating grin spread across his face.

'Damn, John, I guess you are serious. You sure you want 
to have my baby?' he asked Yuki. She held up her tits 
for his inspection.

'Do I look sure to you?' Everyone laughed. She walked 
around the table to him, unzipped his pants, and pulled 
his by-now-hard member out into the open. 'I've been 
listening to this monster in action for too long. Now 
it's my turn. Enough of John's little dick—' Maggie and 
Carmen flinched at the reference, but I didn't mind. It 
was true, after all. 'I want you to stretch me out, and 
split my pussy wide open.' 

As she said that, she sat down on the dining room 
table, and spread her legs wide, so her cunt was spread 
out, and from the looks of it, wetter than Lake Erie in 
a thunderstorm. 'And most of all, I want to feel your 
sweet, baby-making sperm, filling up my womb.' 

She caressed his balls, saying, 'I want every drop 
those balls can produce deep inside me, drowning my 
eggs and making me pregnant. I want to watch my tummy 
bulging with your baby; I want to feel your seed 
growing inside me; I want to push your child through my 
cunt, just so I can remember how good it feels having 
your cock there. I want your child to suck the milk 
from my tits. And most of all, I want the world to look 
at my black baby and know that a real man got me 
pregnant because my husband couldn't.'

Again, a few eyes turned to me for my reaction, but I 
was as excited as I had ever been. I was stroking my 
little cock through my pants, and close to cumming 
right then and there. He hadn't even touched her, and 
it was already hotter than I imagined.

After hearing that speech, Calvin didn't waste any 
time. He slid his eleven inches up and down my wife's 
tiny slit. 'Don't make me wait!' she cried. But he knew 
she was his no matter what, and he was content to tease 
her. Slowly, his massive cockhead nudged her opening, 
then kept moving as eleven inches of cock slowly slid 
across her clit, driving her wild. 'Please! I need it! 
Put it in me! Fuck me!'

'You want my baby?'

'Yes! I need it!'

'Who does your womb belong to now?'

'You! I need you to fill my womb!'

'Who does your cunt belong to now?'

'You! Only you!'

'You won't fuck anybody but me?'

'I don't want anybody but you!'

'Not your husband?'

'Fuck no, I just need your great big cock.'

'He can't satisfy you?'

'He never has. You're the only man I want.'

Neither of them looked at me during this exchange, and 
even as my face went red, I felt even more excited. 
This was going even further than I thought.

'You'll fuck me in front of him?'

'I'll fuck you in front of anyone. I'll fuck in front 
of the whole company. In front of my parents. I want 
the whole world to know I belong to you. I want you to 
own me. I want to show off my pregnant belly so 
everyone knows I begged for your baby. I want to have 
lots of your babies so everyone knows I belong to you 
and not my husband. Please - don't make me wait 
anymore. I need you right now.'

With that, he finally relented, and slowly slid his 
huge prick into my wife's waiting pussy. She alternated 
crying out in pain and moaning in pleasure as he went 
deeper inside of her than any man had ever gone. And 
the rest of the family stood there watching the whole 
thing. 

After three hours, we finally started to tire and left 
them to it, but in that three hours, I don't think his 
cock left her pussy for more than a minute. And I lost 
track of how many times each of them came, but if she 
wasn't pregnant by the end of that night, she never 
would be. Two weeks later, the test confirmed what we 
already knew - she had been well and truly knocked up.

After that, we dropped all pretenses, and Calvin took 
turns fucking the three pregnant women (four, as Maria 
sometimes dropped by), regardless of who else was in 
the room. I walked around with a constant hard-on, 
watching my wife, sister and daughter getting 
constantly fucked by this stud. 

Despite what my wife said their first time together, 
she did keep fucking me - nearly every day, although I 
was pretty much always getting sloppy seconds. Calvin 
told me later he had no intention of keeping her from 
me, he just wanted to see how badly she wanted him. I 
don't think there was any mistaking it after that 
night.

By the time Calvin and Maggie's wedding came around, 
our house looked like a maternity ward. Maria was late 
in her eighth month when she walked down the aisle, and 
while her slender frame didn't put on much weight, her 
baby bump bulged out obscenely. Like plenty of pregnant 
women, she loved nothing more than showing it off. 

The wedding was in August, so they had a casual 
ceremony on the beach - Maggie wore a flowing skirt and 
a bikini top, just so she could show off her huge 
stretched-out tummy. The bridesmaids - Yuki, Carmen and 
Maria - all wore sheer white tops that were practically 
see-through, all the better to see their once-flat 
stomachs. 

At three months, Yuki was just starting to show a cute 
little bump. At four months, Carmen already looked 
ready to drop, as Calvin had knocked her up with twin 
girls. And her mother actually was ready to drop - she 
ended up giving birth to her sixth child two days 
later. It was probably the only wedding in history 
where the bride and all of the bridesmaids were 
carrying the groom's babies. 

I'm sure everyone in attendance noticed the best man's 
cock trying to bust out of his pants through the 
ceremony, but I was past caring. The few friends and 
family who showed up already knew the deal - that 
Calvin had gotten them all pregnant, with my blessing. 
If they could accept that, I'm sure they weren't 
shocked that seeing these pregnant beauties turned me 
in immensely.

Of course, Maggie told me every detail about the 
honeymoon - they took an early flight to the Bahamas, 
and got to their hotel room at noon. The hotel was 
adjacent to a nude beach, so they figured they wouldn't 
need much in the way of clothes. 

As soon as they got in the door, Calvin tore my 
sister's maternity dress into pieces, and she ripped 
the t-shirt off his back, leaving them with only the 
clothes they had packed - swim trunks for Calvin, and 
bikini bottoms only for Maggie. Even those didn't get 
much use - they spent the first 36 hours in bed, doing 
nothing but fuck, sleep, fuck some more, and order room 
service. 

By the third or fourth call, the bellboy was no longer 
shocked to see the door answered by a hugely pregnant 
woman, bare-ass naked, with hickeys running down her 
neck, breasts and belly, and her whole body shining 
with a sheen of sweat, sperm and arousal.

Finally, they went down to the beach and cleaned off in 
the ocean. They ran around the beach in the moonlight, 
fucked two or three times in the sand, then fell asleep 
in each other's arms. In the morning, they went back to 
fucking, this time with an ever-growing and ever-
appreciative audience. It was three hours and countless 
orgasms before a lifeguard showed up and asked them to 
go back to the hotel.

They took it easy that evening, and saved up some 
energy for their third night. Even after the past two 
days, the newlyweds couldn't get enough of each other. 
They got too much of each other, in fact - Calvin 
finally fucked Maggie so hard she went into labor 
early. 

The hospital was on the other side of the island, so 
they didn't bother to clean up. The nurses were shocked 
when Maggie came in covered in sand, sweat, and semen, 
wearing nothing but bikini bottoms, grunting through 
contractions. But it didn't stop them delivering a 
beautiful baby girl. And the proud parents got to 
extend their vacation for two months, since they didn't 
think it was safe to fly back with a newborn.

By the time they got back, more babies started 
arriving. Carmen had her twins right on schedule, and 
Yuki gave me a son two weeks after that. I wasn't 
surprised when that turned out to be just the 
beginning. Maria went back to Calvin twice more before 
age caught up to her, and Yuki and Maggie have spent 
the past six years in a race to see who can get 
pregnant more - they've both got number five in the 
oven, and as we're making enough money to support them 
all, and they each have at least 7 good baby-making 
years ahead of them, I doubt either of them are ready 
to quit any time soon. 

At my urging, Carmen went on the pill after the twins 
were born, and once they turned two started college 
nearby. But she's nearly done, and has been talking 
nonstop about Calvin giving her another baby or two as 
a graduation present. As for me, I just turned 40, the 
age when most people are finished having kids, and I've 
got ten rugrats under the age of six in the house, and 
two more on the way. Some of them call me daddy, but 
none of them look a thing like me. I wouldn't have it 
any other way.

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