Gangbang With The Beasts

By

Bree Bellucci

SMASHWORDS EDITION

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PUBLISHED BY:

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GANGBANG WITH THE BEASTS

Copyright © 2012 by Bree Bellucci

This book is a work of fiction and any
resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or
locales is purely coincidental.  The characters are
productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

Adult Reading Material

The material in this document contains
explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only
and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age.

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GANGBANG WITH THE BEASTS

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The exercise studio at Christiana Hospital
was full of panting sweaty women, with their bulging bellies
heaving up and down stressing the seams of their yoga pants. There
was soft music playing in the background, some satellite radio Top
40 station, the latest Katy Perry song was playing for the fifth
time that hour.

“All right ladies! That should do it for
today, I am so proud of all of you, especially the girls who look
ready to pop,” shouted the yoga instructor with a big grin across
her face. She was a fit energetic woman with bleached blonde hair
pulled back in a tight pony tail that accentuated her face lift.
Emily was put off by the instructor more often than not, perhaps it
was her blatantly fake boob job and the fact that she still wore
the same sized sports bra’s she wore before the surgery.
Personalities aside, Emily had to admit that the instructor was a
great motivator and fairly knowledgeable.

Emily and Claire had been coming to the
pregnant yoga classes for the past few weeks. Their doctor
suggested that they stay active and keep exercising to ensure that
their pregnancies go smoothly. He prescribed pregnant yoga three
times a week and pregnant massages at least once a week, Emily
looked forward to the massages much more.

“Hey Em what do you say we hit the Starbucks
and get a couple of Frappuccinos?” Claire asked, “I’m so fucking
thirsty.” She wiped the sweat from her brow and adjusted her sports
bra.

“Do you have to wear just that bra to class?
You look like such a skank with those tits popping out, you’re
giving the instructor a run for her money,” Emily jibbed.

“I suppose I should wear a big baggy t-shirt
to yoga like you? I’m sorry but just because I’m pregnant doesn’t
mean I can’t still be sexy. I need all the positive reinforcement I
can get right now and it’s nice to know that some men would still
want to fuck me even though I look like a cow,” she defended
herself. “Don’t tell me you hate when guys stare at your body
undressing you with their eyes, it makes you feel good too.”

“Yeah I get it but the funny thing is that
there are no men in this class! It’s a pregnant yoga class, how
many men do you know that are pregnant?” Emily laughed.

“Kiss my ass, besides Starbucks is a couple
of blocks away and I say we walk there to see how many glances we
can catch on the way.” Claire looked at Emily up and down, checking
out her best friends figure, “You still got it Em, you’re tits are
bigger than mine right now! And your ass looks great in those yoga
pants. I was talking to Jim last night and he said that most guys
find pregnant women even more attractive.”

“Funny you should mention that, I was talking
to Brandon last night and he told me that my breasts were getting
bigger because he thought they were filling with milk. What an
idiot.” She dwelled on the thought for a minute, “But I guess it is
nice that he still desires me, he certainly looks at me differently
lately but I like it.”

“See? Now take that horrible t-shirt off you
look like a trucker, and let’s go soak up some confidence,” Claire
said with an enthusiastic smile.

Emily gave in after murmuring a few choice
words under her breath. She grabbed her shirt tails and pulled up
struggling to get it over her head, Claire helped her get the shirt
the rest of the way. Her full breasts jiggled as she pulled the
shirt over her sports bra. Emily was self-conscious of having her
swollen belly bare for everyone to see. She knew that a pregnant
figure was beautiful and that no one would say anything to her but
she still wasn’t used to the transformation. She couldn’t wait to
be skinny again.

“Look at those puppies!” Claire said a little
too loudly, the instructor and a few other women looked over at
them. “Now what have you possibly got to be ashamed of? You need to
work what you got Em.” Claire did a little sha-sha-sha
mockingly.

Emily was visibly red, “Can we just get on
with it already?”

They walked over and grabbed their bags from
the bench against the wall. They exchanged good-byes with the
instructor and some of the other women and left the studio. They
hadn’t realized just how muggy and sweaty the studio was until they
opened the doors and the cool fresh air blew over their faces.

“Damn it’s a beautiful day out, we are
getting lucky this spring with such nice weather,” Claire
observed.

“It really is a nice day, good idea to walk
to Starbucks. Let’s drop this stuff off first and let me grab my
wallet and my phone.”

The two women tossed their bags in the car
and grabbed their clutches each with their phones and wallets
inside. They walked along the sidewalk and down the busy street,
noticing the blatant stares from men passing by. A couple of cars
actually honked their horns and a few men shouted out the window at
them. Emily was mortified and she wished she had kept her shirt on,
she felt increasingly exposed just wearing the sports bra and yoga
pants. Claire on the other hand loved every minute and she was
strutting confidently with a glowing smile on her face. Her head
was held high and she was making direct eye-contact with every man
that looked her way.

They were quite a sight walking to Starbucks
with their swollen breasts barely held back by the sports bras
cradling them and their round bellies looking ready to burst at any
minute. Emily heaved a sigh of relief as they entered the store and
ordered their drinks. At least she would have the Frappuccino to
focus on during the walk back to the car.

“I’m going to kill you for making me walk
around like this, I feel like a circus freak Claire.”

“Calm down you look great, there are about a
hundred guys that passed by already that would fuck you on this
very sidewalk if you offered it to them,” Claire smiled cheekily.
“Besides we’re almost back to the car.”

It felt like an eternity but they finally
reached Claire’s red Audi A4, she hit the widget and unlocked the
doors. Emily hurried to the passenger side, opened the door and
flung herself into the seat. Claire casually opened the driver’s
side door, winked at a guy passing by who was holding hands with
his wife, and slid into the driver’s seat.

“Ready to get out of here?” Claire said in a
coddling voice.

“Get me the fuck out of here,” Emily said,
she was visibly stressed.

They exchanged glances and both started
laughing uncontrollably as Claire pulled out of the parking
space.

The car had pep to it and Claire had a heavy
foot. Emily was too tired today to speak up about Claire’s
speeding. She turned the radio on to local Top 40 and the same Katy
Perry song was playing again.

“What, do they have a mix CD with the same
five songs on it and they just pop it in to the radio station
computer and just hit repeat? We heard this song six times in the
last hour during class,” Emily complained.

“I love this song. I don’t know what you are
talking about. What’s wrong with you?” Claire asked. “You seem
stressed out, like you need a good humping, are you making Brandon
keep it in his pants lately?”

“No, I don’t know, I just don’t feel very
sexy lately. I guess I haven’t really let the opportunity present
its self in a while.”

“Well that’s a mistake,” Claire scoffed. “You
need to have sex Em it’s the romantic glue of the relationship. And
you need to get over your insecurities too. Brandon loves your
pregnant body and would take you in a second if you let him.”

“I know, you’re right, maybe tonight I’ll
initiate by sucking his…” Emily stopped suddenly, bracing herself
after hearing a loud pop.

The car began to swerve and Claire slammed on
the breaks, pulling the Audi off on to the side of the road.

“Jesus Christ! Mother fucker!” Claire
screamed. “Are you okay?” She looked over at her friend; Emily was
white as a ghost.

“Yeah I’m fine,” she managed in a small
voice, “what happened to the car?”

“I’m sure it’s a flat tire but let’s get out
and take a look.”

The two women checked for oncoming traffic
and then carefully got out of the car to observe the damage. The
tire had blown on the passenger side and Emily noticed the shreds
of remaining rubber clinging to the rim.

“Christ fucker!” Claire screamed. “How did it
blow up like this? I wasn’t even going that fast.”

Emily looked unconvinced but held her tongue,
“Well this is a minor setback Claire but let’s take a deep breath
and formulate a plan here. Yelling and screaming like a wild person
isn’t going to help at all.”

“You’re right, I’m going to call Jim and yell
at him instead to get his ass over here and to bring a new tire
with him,” Claire said quickly.

“No Jim is at work, don’t bother him with
this, there is nothing he can do right now. I have a AAA Plus
membership let’s call them to send a tow truck guy over. Maybe they
can change the spare for us or tow the car to a place that can fix
it,” Emily said calmly. “But I want you to promise me you will calm
down Claire. It’s not good for the baby if your blood pressure goes
up too high.”

Claire said nothing but folded her arms under
her boobs and across her chest and leaned against the side of the
car in submission. Emily went into the car to get her purse and
pulled out her iPhone. She dialed the number for AAA and hit
send.

The two women looked around soberly, trying
to figure out where they were. They could see nothing but dense
forest on either side of the road. And since they had pulled over,
they realized not one other car had passed by.

“Hey Claire this is Route 50 right? What is
the last cross-street that we saw?” Emily was on the phone with the
dispatcher.

“Yeah this is definitely Route 50 but I’m
really bad with road names, can they go with landmarks? If so,
we’re right between a big fucking scary forest and another big
fucking scary forest. And both forests are probably full of
creatures and rapists and rats,” Claire said sarcastically.

Emily ignored her, “Yes ma’am I believe we
are between those two roads and driving northbound on Route 50. Let
me check for a mile marker, I see one up the road a little ways
away.”

Emily trotted over to the little green mile
marker, her big belly bouncing up and down encumbering her every
step.  “It’s mile marker 27. Yes, that’s it, thank you so
much. Thank you we will wait for him, 15-20 minutes?” Emily looked
up at Claire and smiled, “Okay we’ll sit tight thanks again!”

She hung up the phone and walked back toward
the car. Claire was less pleased with the estimated time of
arrival. Emily began to take in the scenery and she realized there
really wasn’t much around them except for trees. It was a bit
unnerving.

“Well I guess we’re fucked for 20 minutes,”
Claire sighed.

“Yeah but the wait won’t be so bad, and the
driver will be here before we know it,” Emily assured her.

“I know Em but I was planning on going to the
massage parlor, I set up two appointments for us, it was supposed
to be a surprise. I even made sure your main man was going to be
working today,” she smiled at Emily and raised her eyebrows
provocatively.

“Oh god, that man is heaven on Earth. And
those hands! He could make me do whatever he wants with those
hands,” Emily was beside herself daydreaming of the sexy young
masseuse Christoph. “And I love that accent of his.”

“Yeah that Romanian accent sure is charming
Em, I like his big muscular arms and the way he could literally
pick me up over his head allowing me to rest my legs on his
shoulders while he ate me out,” said Claire heavily.

Emily shot her a jealous glance, “First of
all he’s German, not Romanian. And secondly if he’s going to lift
anyone onto his shoulders and eat them out it’s going to be
me!”

They both started laughing loudly, relieved
for a little comedy to lighten the gravity of their current
situation.