Just One Drink (30 page)

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So... Yeah... Maybe I should have expected from the get-go that Jonathan may not have been all that damn peachy keen about this whole cuckold thing... Suffice it to say, he was out of my life pretty promptly after the night of the affair, much to my dismay and unhappiness, particularly because I felt like kicking my own ass repeatedly for having sacrificed what was largely a perfect relationship for a night of fleeting, ephemeral passion with another man. There had really been no sense in it whatsoever in retrospect, and now I'd gone and lost both of the men who'd only so recently been smitten by me- Charles, for his part, had only been interested in that single roll in the hay, and had no particular interest in a relationship of any kind at that point in time.

And so, there I was, alone... And yet that was only a small, small fraction of my problems.

One fine evening, you see, I just so happened to take note of the fact that my period was late, which, in and of itself, I supposed, might not have been too much of a disaster. I was on birth control, and I was therefore very used to some degree of irregularity with it or another. I did my damnedest, then, to chalk it up to that and forget about it the best I could, but things began to grow difficult in that regard as I could no longer help but notice the gradual swelling of my belly, the morning sickness, the engorgement of my tits, etc., etc., etc...

Yes, ladies and gents- I was motherfucking preggers...

There were, of course a myriad of problems with this fact, not least of which was the fact that I didn't really have a solid idea as to which of my two most recent fuckers the baby's father happened to be. Both Jon and Charles had, after all, both filled me with their sperm within a twenty-four hour period of one another, and so it was tantamount to impossible to know which of the two fine gents' genetic material had happened to plant their feet into my uterus. To be honest, I think I actually tried, for as long as I possibly could, to put the thought of it out of my mind altogether, to pretend that things were fine and that I would somehow manage to figure things out one way or another, and that there wasn't really any need for me to tell either man about the fact that I was carrying one of their babies.

But... Well... I guess the real reason for this was simply fright on my part, or perhaps chickenshittedness if you want to be completely honest. I could easily imagine a fight breaking out between the two lovers, or else the two of them overloading me with so much excessive attention as a result of my pregnancy that I couldn't possibly stand it.

But at last, after several months rolling by and my stomach making it look as though I'd swallowed a gourd, I decided I could no longer put it off any longer, and risk having to birth this child in my belly alone.

I called both men over to my place and sat them down, prepared for a conversation that I knew from the get-go would be uncomfortable, but which somehow, much to my intense delight, took a far, far, far more agonizingly beautiful turn...

I can't remember how it all started, exactly, what was said or what led to what or whatever... I do remember that it was, in fact, quite a tense and awkward situation starting out, and that upon my mentioning of the fact of my pregnancy both men suddenly ceased to make eye contact with me, almost as though ashamed of the situation they were in and wanting to deny to the extent possible their involvement in impregnating me.

But somehow or another, and again I don't know how the hell it did, the situation grew from one of intense discomfort to one of an immense erotic charge. It was as though, I suppose, the two men felt some sort of sexual competition toward me, for the right to the baby inside me or the ability to lay claim that their sperm was the one somehow potent enough to wriggle its way past the defenses of my birth control. It might have also had something to do with the sight of my swollen, pregnant body, which surely emitted some sort of hormonal lure to the two of them, making them feel equally protective of and aroused by me. Indeed, even before things launched into full-on ballistic mode, I could see the two fine gentleman popping some pretty extensive boners through the fabric of their pants, their hard-ons pushing through the material and giving me quite the vivid picture of just what they would have liked to do to me right then and there.

And then, things just sort of escalated... I don't remember what the transition was, but suddenly the two men were pouncing upon me fervently, devouring my flesh with relish, destroying me beneath their kisses and clutching at my body as though neither of them could seem to possibly get enough. They groped and prodded and worked me up so fiercely beneath their fingers that it sent shivers up and down along my spine, making me cringe with delight and causing my head to spin as they pawed greedily at the fabric of my clothes, seeming to want desperately to get me as naked as possible in as timely a manner as they could, sliding their warm, loving palms across my heaving abdomen and getting me so worked up that I couldn't hardly stand it. The two of them seemed to relish the act of passing my trembling body back and forth between them, handling me with an immense sense of fragility given the state of my impregnated anatomy, and squeezing me so tightly between them that I thought I might collapse from the prodding of their fingers. The two of them surprised me a little bit, even, as the chain of smacking between our three sets of lips progressed, my lips on Jonathan's, a reunion that was so sweet as to be almost agonizing in its nature, then Charles' lips on mine, as though he somehow regretted having not locked me down, so to speak, following our initial encounter so many months ago. And then, astonishingly, mind-blowingly, even, Charles' lips planting squarely onto Jonathan's, the two of them making out feverishly as though their desire to swap spit with another man reached back distantly in time, their bisexuality an endlessly surprising fact to yours truly, but to them, apparently, as plain an act as you might hoped to have imagine.

The three of us continued on in this fashion for some time, closing in on one another and beginning to spin in our collective arms from the center of the living room, whence the origin of our conversation had begun. The two men were very careful as we ravished one another to keep me from bumping into anything in my ridiculous state of pregnancy, and after some time of this extreme care we managed to progress into the bedroom, closing the door shut behind us and melting into a sea of grabbing limbs quite promptly.

Jonathan, now stood before me, his hands on my sides and his lips against my own, as Charles closed in from behind and began to slather his kisses across the nape of my neck, sending goosebumps erupting across my skin and leaving me trembling so fiercely that I needed to close my eyes in order to get my bearings about me. Slowly I found myself dissolving from my clothes, their hands effortlessly sweeping the fabric away from my anatomy one article after the other, my maternity blouse vanishing up over my head and the shorts I was wearing being peeled from my ankles, followed by, in slow, sticky succession, the lacy black fabric of my bra and my tight, skimpy little panties. At this point, mind you, my pussy was so heated up with desire for the two of them that it nearly caused me to pass out, moisture accumulating fiercely at my twat and their hands coming so close to pushing inside my body that I grew increasingly frustrated and agonized every time they stopped just short of the mark.

At any rate, now the two of them were peeling out of their own clothes as well, and the sight of their naked, heaving torsos was perhaps as much incentive for granting them forgiveness as I might possibly have hoped to procure. I especially savored the moment when they at last slid torturously from their undies, their cocks bouncing up and down with the springing motion of a diving board as they revealed to me their nudity, my eyes delighting at the contrast in their styles of pubic hair when placed side by side- Jonathan, completely natural and bushy as hell, and Charles waxed so smooth and so clean that you might have cooked a fucking meal on that spotless surface. My eyes tumbled along their bodies with sheer, unabashed reverence, lusting over the intensity of their pecs, falling happily down the rungs of their six-pack abdominals, and getting absolutely lost in the deeply cut trenches of their Adonis muscles, each man with V-lines so agonizing that it nearly defied comprehension to behold.

I licked my lips at the sight of them, and was promptly closed in upon once again, sandwiched happily between the two men's aroused bodies, the three of us working up quite the sweat as we made out in an absolute glorious orgy of carnal satisfaction. Jonathan kissed me in such a manner that it seemed almost totally at odds with his past sexual squeamishness, his cock slapping occasionally against my swollen stomach and producing a noise that was unusually satisfying. And meanwhile, behind me, Charles was clutching the cheeks of my ass in his fingers and massaging them up fiercely, grinding his long veiny cock up and down between the cheeks of my buttocks, causing my anus to clench up with each passing sweep, as though somehow intuiting what would eventually take place back there once he ended up getting his way about things. And all the while, as this went on, he proceeded to ply my neck with such sweet, sticky kisses that it nearly boggled my fucking brain, sinking his teeth into my throat in a notably vampyric fashion. Between the two men's combined efforts it was as though I was absolute putty melting slowly, slowly into mush, and as I continued to heat up inbetween them and to moan with sheer, splendid delight, I had a very particular notion that aroused me so intensely that I could not help but indulge it in a manner that felt incredibly naughty yet, unmistakably, desirable.

I slid my body out from between the two of them, and took each man by the hand, roping them into one another, and pressing their bodies together in such a manner that the tips of their erect penises began to kiss, and the shafts collapsed upward against their heaving abdomens. Excited by what I was instructing them to do, they gladly followed my lead and took over from here, wrapping one another's naked bodies in their arms and squeezing one another's asses as they kissed, their tongues rolling and sloshing and twisting more passionately together than they had the entire evening up to the present point in time. I stepped back for a moment and decided to observe from afar, just out of reach of the splash zone, if you will, and began to play with my pussy as I watched the two men making out like newlyweds. I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed myself as their dicks crossed and grunts echoed from deep within their throats, manipulating not only my pussy but my enlarged nipples as well, pinching them tightly between my fingertips and getting so damn worked up that I could have continued to watch them entwined like this for hours. But as the moments ticked by, however, I began to gaze more intently at the two men's jousting penises, bouncing and dribbling and the strands of pre-ejaculate beginning to seep and band tantalizingly from one engorged tip to the other...

I thought maybe I could indulge myself and them in a bit more of a hands-on approach, if you catch my not-so-subtle drift...

Moving in a way that was almost excessively careful as I approached them, I began to stoop slowly, slowly down onto my knees inbetween their two bodies, reaching up, and taking hold of their erect shafts, slowly beginning to pump on the skin, and savoring the warm, delectable squelching as the flesh seeped back and forth, back and forth, back and forth in my grip. Each taut pull of the loose flesh, meanwhile, served to push their tips forward and kiss devilishly with one another, and after so much of this I decided that I simply could not take it.

Leaning into each man I then began to down their cocks entirely into my gullet, having some trouble swallowing them at first after so long a hiatus without sucking a single prick, but the act, I found, coming back around to me in terms of familiarity quite certainly enough. My tongue rolling wickedly across each man's shaft I bobbed and slurped and gouged my fucking windpipe, switching continually from one shaft to the other to the other, at certain times downing them so entirely that I was on the verge of throwing up, and at one particularly ambitious juncture swallowing both throbbing erections at one time, savoring the warmth as they squelched through my saliva and loving the challenge of attempting to wrap as much of them up as possible inside my tongue at any single given moment.

After some time of this, my brutal, dehumanizing slurping from engorged prick to the other to the other, the two men at last separated from one another, taking note of me, and apparently deciding that I was, at present, a far more pleasant sexual prospect than either of the two of them could possibly ever hope to be.

I felt myself picked up in their arms and carried to the bed with the reverence of a sacrificial lamb, my body being rolled over on top of Jonathan's and his heat radiating into mine, our lips locked together and his hands on my ass as though to steady himself with some support. Down beneath us, Charles wrapped his fingers around Jonathan's pulsing, veiny penis, and I started slightly as I felt the warm chill of his tip being pierced into me, cleaving my body apart, and the shaft of his erection following promptly behind it. Inch by inch by inch of his immensity came sinking so far into my gash that I thought I would go cross-eyed, the feeling of his cock up my pussy one that I hadn't truly realized I'd missed to the extent I genuinely had. But at long, long veiny last he did, in fact, eventually touch down, and he began to grind up inside my pregnant body with an agonizing slowness, pushing and pumping and stirring the pot at such a rate that I could scarcely get my bearings about me by the time he pulled out, only to have him push back inside me once again and send me reeling with sensations.

And, if that wasn't enough, I felt the heat of Charles mounting me additionally very shortly after, climbing onto my ass and causing my eyes to grow wide as his engorged tip peeked its throbbing little head through the tight, puckered sanctity of my anus. He then proceeded to push his way brutally inside, slicing into my rectum in a manner that made me scream with sheer agony, yet somehow filled me with such splendid bliss as he touched down inside my innermost reaches that I began to absolutely shake from head to toe with sensation.