From: an233979@anon.penet.fi (The Warthog)
Reply-To: an233979@anon.penet.fi
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: GBV08A - M+/F - WIFE - PREG - Tiffany's Filling Experience - Part 1
Date: Mon, 18 Sep 1995 06:15:07 UTC
Organization: Anonymous forwarding service
Message-ID: <062317Z18091995@anon.penet.fi>



GBV08A - M+/F - WIFE - PREG - Tiffany's Filling Experience - Part 1



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 weren't 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, here's 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. Sam's look became mischievous as he said, "I for one think that a 

women becomes more sexy when she's 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. 

I'll let you know when your car is ready." I regained my composure and 

offered, "That's OK. I'll 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 Sam's turn to blush.



I smiled mischievously as I left the shop, Sam's handsome red face on my 

mind. The rest of him wasn't 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 didn't 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. He's 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 he's 

proud of my figure. But now those numbers don't apply. I have no idea 

what I measure now and don't want to know. I do know that my breasts 

have swelled over a cup size since getting pregnant. I wasn't 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 Sam's voice. He said, "Boys, she is 

definitely pregnant." Another said, "I guess we didn't see all of her, 

but what we did see was beautiful." A third said, "I'd like to see all 

of her naked and I don't care if she's pregnant." Sam's voice said, "Now 

lets not get carried away. She's a married woman." A new voice said, 

"Does she know about the free BBQ tonight for our customers?" Someone 

else said, "Maybe she'll be there." Sam said, "I'll make sure she 

knows."



Sam's 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, "I'll 

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 didn't 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 Sam's 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.





GBV08B - M+/F - WIFE - PREG - Tiffany's Filling Experience - Part 2





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 don't care if she's 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 couldn't 

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 I've 

seen women with plump tummies that didn't 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 didn't 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 o'clock. 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 couldn't go out in public dressed like I was. Women just 

didn't wear a sexy outfit like this when they're 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 wouldn't hurt just to go have BBQ. I 

wouldn't stay long. I was just so curious to see people's 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 weren't 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 she's 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 

didn't want to start a riot, or didn't I?



I began to wonder about my motivations. I realized I hadn't 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 couldn't 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 don't 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 couldn't 

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 don't have to pick the adult stuff unless you want to." His 

invitation was plain. That's 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, "Where's 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 God's 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 didn't 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 husband's 

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.





GBV08C - M+/F - WIFE - PREG - Tiffany's Filling Experience - Part 3





It was no use. I just couldn't 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 man's 

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 actress's 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 owner's 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 hadn't 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 couldn't. 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 man's 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 didn't know what to 

do. I couldn't 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 

couldn't 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 man's 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 

man's pre-cum. I still couldn't 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 man's 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, she's really fucking him." Another said, "I can't believe that 

she's letting him do that, with a bun in her oven."



After my second orgasm the man said, "Let's 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 man's 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 man's 

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 can't 

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 couldn't 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!





OOO



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.



Look for new stories in the SHW "Slut HouseWives" series.



Comments welcome.