Kay answers so swiftly that you're almost unsure your knock came first. Your hair flutters in the wake that the opening front door creates. She stands at the threshold of her apartment with one hand on her hip and the other on the doorframe, her weight slightly shifted to one foot. Playing at nonchalant, you guess. The living room beyond is only dimly lit -- candles. Kay herself is clad in a silky robe that stops just above her knees, under which (you assume) is nothing at all.
"Great," Kay says, "the bull is here."
"Could you not?"
"What's the matter?" She says, acting hurt. "Look... if you don't want to be our bull, that's all right. I'm sure I could go online and find another bull who'd be more than happy to knock Noe--"
"Could you seriously fucking not?" You say through gritted teeth.
Kay titters, but doesn't make way for you.
"Well? Are you gonna let me come in?" You ask.
"Oh, I am definitely going to let you come in," Kay says. "That's the entire point. Isn't it?"
"You've got jokes, huh," you say dryly, as Kay steps aside at last. You enter the apartment. You sniff, and pull a face. "God, it stinks in here... what is that?"
"Sex on the beach," Kay tells you.
You regard her quizzically over your shoulder while she closes the door and latches the deadbolt.
"Incense," she clarifies. "Sets the mood. I thought you really liked incense?" Passing you, she steps out of her robe in a single fluid motion, leaving the lightweight garment draped over the back of the sofa. You were right -- she was nude underneath. In the candlelight, her olive skin is even darker than you're used to. Her cunt is wet.
"Uh huh," you say flatly. "Is 'setting the mood' also why you have 100 candles lit like I just walked in on a fucking seance?"
"Uh huh," Kay repeats, her tone equally flat. "Christ, Alabaster. Do you want to fuck or not? It's like you're trying to talk me out of letting you fuck my wife."
"Letting me? Oh, I'm gonna fuck Noelle whether you want me to or not, trust me. She's the one who wants it -- and she's a consenting adult, last time I checked. Not your pet bitch to breed out."
"Says you. But if I say no... then she'll say no." She pats her crotch. "Noelle wants this pussy more than she wants that dick."
"Wanna bet?" You say.
Kay doesn't answer. She steps past you, toward the master bedroom. You follow swiftly.
"How's Ophie?" Kay asks, dropping the harshness from her voice.
"Better now," you say. "No more quarantine." (Ophelia, now only a few months old, had a scare with chicken pox recently. She was touch-and-go for a little while, but now she's on the mend.)
Kay stops just outside the bedroom door. "That's good. I don't want offspring with a weak immune system." After a beat, she adds: "Does that mean we can come over again sometime soon?"
"Sure. We'll make spaghetti."
Kay smiles. You're not smiling, though -- more like inwardly cursing yourself for volunteering you and Rose to make homemade spaghetti for guests. Well, Whitney will be happy.
Kay puts a hand on the dooknob, behind her back, but she doesn't open up. Instead she stands there between you and the door, and holds an index finger up to your face. "Now listen," she says. "I want a boy."
"...Okay?" You reply, befuddled. "I can't help it if it's a girl. That's the risk you take for not going the in vitro route here."
"Don't give me that shit," Kay says. "I want a boy. So don't let me down."
You huff. "Fine," you say. "I'll make sure to only shoot boy sperm tonight. I'll keep the girl sperm in my nuts."
Kay stomps.
"Is there some better answer you'd like me to give?" You say. "I'm seriously at a fucking loss."
But she doesn't press the matter any further. Instead, she finally opens the door.
Inside the bedroom Kay shares with Noelle, is the girl in question herself: lying on her back on top of the covers, nude, and a little sweaty, but shivering despite that. As with the apartment's living area, the bedroom's lights are out. Candles provide the only illumination, and in contrast to Kay, the weird light makes Noelle paler than normal. The reek of incense is stronger still. "Here too, huh," you say. "Gonna put on some Enya next?"
"Do you want me to?" Kay asks. "I've got her greatest hits."
"Could you fucking not?" Noelle snarls. You're glad the vote is two against one here. Noelle's on your wavelength, as usual.
You lock eyes with her. A beat passes. "Hi," you say tenderly, by way of breaking the somewhat awkward silence that precedes an act of deliberately babymaking sex.
"Hi," she says back. "...Spaghetti Friday?"
"Uh, sure. You heard me talking out there with Kay?"
"If you're offering... sounds good. I'd love to come see Whitney and your other wife."
"Already trying to set up a baby shower?" Kay says.
Noelle rolls her eyes.
Kay, shrugging, takes a remote from the nightstand and clicks a button. "All right. So Enya's out. Music is still a good idea, though." A bluetooth speaker on the dresser comes to life, its gentle turquoise glow adding to the ambiance. It begins to play soothingly plinking string music, backed by a continuous ethereal acoustic thrumming. It's the kind of stuff she does yoga to, you know -- and know all too well.
Satisfied with the background music, Kay climbs into bed with her wife and resumes the spot you suppose she was occupying before your arrival. She sits on the pillows, with Noelle's head resting in her lap. From this position, her arms are long enough to reach across Noelle's body and freely molest Noelle's pussy. When Kay stuffs Noelle's twat with her fore, middle, and ring fingers -- your eyes, adjusting to the darkness, notice how wet Noelle is already. Her pussy, her inner thighs, her crotch, her butt -- even up to her belly -- and even the sheets below -- are glistening with female arousal. And Noelle's almost pained cooing sigh, contrasting with how easily Kay's fingers slip right inside her body, tell you that Kay has been working her over for quite some time indeed. Your dick lurches in your pants.
"Keeping her warm for me?" You ask.
"Oh yes," Kay says as she sensually works her fingers in and out. "Two birds with one stone... gets her ready for some cock... and gets your cock ready for her..." She nods at you. "Are we making you hard, Alabaster?"
You answer by beginning to disrobe.
Kay watches with a suitably smug grin -- satisfied that all her preparation is coming to its fruition. Noelle is a little more trepidatious. She's still all ashiver, and her eyes dart from you, down to her own soppingly wet genitals, and then up, at her wife. Her breaths are coming fast and shallow. They go faster and shallower when you ditch the last of your clothes -- your boxers -- to stand before her totally naked now yourself, and fully erect.
"So horny," Kay says with a tut. "Don't your wives take care of you?"
"I need a little something extra from time to time," you say.
Kay pulls her dripping fingers from Noelle. Slowly then, Kay parts the labia with a hand on either side of Noelle's thighs, so you can peer directly at Noelle's most intimate parts. "Do you wanna use my wife's pussy, then?" Kay asks you.
You get up on the bed on your knees, crawling between Noelle's legs. Both women watch you intently. As you take your rigid dick in hand by the base, Kay pulls her own hands away to give you clear access. Yet, as badly as you'd like to, you don't just shove it in and bang away. You want to draw this out. It's more fun that way.
"You're fertile today?" You ask.
Noelle nods. "I went off the pill a few weeks ago... I should be right in the middle of my cycle right now... so... yes."
"Kay's such a talker," you tell her. "But this is your body, after all... so here's your last chance." You begin to lightly, but unmistakably, buck your hips -- grinding the underside of your penis against the very swollen, very tender, and very wet outer lips of Noelle's vulva. "If today is your fertile day, and I do this... if you let me cum inside you... you're gonna have a baby. You're gonna get for-real pregnant. We'll have a child together -- we'll have to raise it. Are you 100%, for sure, okay with that?"
Noelle chews her lip as you rut against the folds of her vagina. Her mind is just about ready to break apart from this new lewd stimulus, the sensation of your velvety hard cockshaft rubbing her already overstimulated clit and twat. She didn't need the hard sell. You've all discussed the logistics of this, at exhausting length. You just want to hear her say it again, right here, right now -- before you give her what you know she wants.
"God, yes!" Is Noelle's plea. "I want it. I want it so bad! Make me pregnant... please!"
"Let's see," you say with a sigh. You're acting unhurried and vaguely disinterested. You jut your hips all the way forward so that your nuts press hard against Noelle's pussy and your prick lies over her belly. In this way, you indicate to her exactly how far inside of her your cock will go whenever you pump her balls-deep. The answer is pretty far. Your cockhead reaches well past her navel, covering it. And your girth makes her slender frame seem impossibly small to fit you. You'll be rearranging her insides, just to inseminate her.
But one thing you love about Noelle's body is that as small as she is, and as almost-frail as she may look when dressed -- she's far from out of shape. She's a well-toned girl, a real gym bunny, Noelle. Her tummy is taut and tight, and while she doesn't have a six pack, she does have defined abs. Her body can take your cock's most vicious pounding. It'll have to, too, because once you get going inside her pussy, you won't be able to stop until you've sated yourself.
With an index finger, you press down on that deliciously springy stomach of hers -- pushing on a spot just in front of your now leaky dick. "I'll be all the way up here," you say. "This should be about where your uterus is, right? I'm gonna cum inside your uterus." You press down over and again like testing the firmness of ripe fruit, and wryly add: "Squirt, squirt. I'll make a real mess in there. Sound good?"
Noelle exhales hard, and nods vehemently.
"Do you have a marker?" You ask Kay.
"Sure thing," Kay replies, leans way off to her left and fishes through her nightstand, conveniently at arms' length. She produces a little sharpie, green, which she hands to you. You uncap it. With the exactitude of a surgeon, you draw a dashed line across Noelle's belly. It's a visual reminder of how deep inside her body you'll be -- an indicator showing her where she's about to get fertilized. Noelle, chin pressing against her collarbone to watch, goes misty-eyed and slack-jawed as if this thought alone has hypnotized her. Meanwhile, her tummy, already a little sweaty, is becoming slimy from the fluid dripping out of you. The room is beginning to reek like your dick, the scent merging with the flowery musk of Kay and Noelle's cream. When you pull back just a bit to reveal Noelle's belly button, the little innie she has is full of precum that glints in the candlelight.
Kay idly runs her palms up and down Noelle's body, fingertips playing across Noelle's outer thighs, her sides, and her chest -- her nipples (which Kay squeezes a little between her fingernails), her ribs (which Kay tickles), and up to her face (which Kay lovingly pets). Kay, like Noelle, is focused on the lurid sight of your cock, but she has enough bandwidth left in her attention to titillate Noelle with this sensual touching. To tease her pussy. To amp up her loving wife's need for a hot cock. This combination of teasing, yours and Kay's, has exactly the intended effect. It has reduced Noelle to a shivery, impatient, trembling mess.
When her need and impatience is at its maximum, only then do you relent and push your cock into her waiting cunt. But you act with the same unhurried pace you've kept the whole time, forcing your shaft into her over the course of a cruelly long eight or nine seconds. Gripping her thighs for purchase, and also to keep her legs widely spread, you savor the slimy texture and ridged interior of her pussy half a centimeter at a time. Her insides peel apart so easily to make way for your invading member, dribbling their love juices down your length the whole way. Her body is lubricating you, so that you can go deeper and deeper, and deeper and deeper. This slow-burn penetration is one of the most blissful sensations on the planet -- a sexual agony that feels so sweet and itches so hot. Noelle's breath catches, caught between a sigh of relief and a moan of need. It comes out as a desperate "ahh-hhh-hhh~~" -- this proud cop now reduced to incoherent animal noises. She's itchy, too. Her nasty hole is itching so much, and screaming at her because of it, crying out for her to get herself properly fucked -- begging for you to plunge yourself in all at once and slam-fuck her pregnant.
But you keep your tortuously slow rhythm. You squeeze the supple flesh of her legs so hard that the dimples your thumbs create begin to bruise. She doesn't even feel it. All she feels is that intensifying itch inside her womb, the one that only the the balm of a hot wad of sperm can scratch. Her egg is primed and waiting, and her pussy is doing its best to milk out the baby batter that will overwhelm it.
As addicted as you are to sex of any kind... this impossible ecstasy, of deliberately knocking a girl up, takes your pleasure to a realm beyond imagining. It's the ultimate freedom, because that last insistent worry of sex evaporates. That perennial worry of, "what if she gets pregnant?" -- is not the worry anymore at all, but the express purpose. So your head can be truly empty of all thought save how good the fuck feels for your dick.
You hear buzzing, and glance up to see that Kay is sitting way back on the pillow, pressing an aquamarine vibrator against her dark pussy. Her jaw is hanging open and she's staring transfixed at how you fuck her wife. Noelle notices the sound too, and rolls her eyes back, tilts her head up, to gaze at Kay. Kay smiles down at her. In unison, then, suddenly: Noelle partially raises her head, and Kay hunches over, their faces meet -- Kay gripping both sides of Noelle's face -- so they can kiss. Kay keeps the vibrator between her legs and cums wetly against both the pillow and the top of Noelle's head, while the two of them make out.
Kay's cumming, and her adorable kissing, make Noelle's swampy pussy even wetter. She's really juicing now. And your leaky dick only adds to the growing mess of sticky fuckslop inside Noelle's cunt. As much as you wanted to draw this out, to make this fuck last for hours, your animal instincts are gripping you. Your mind is going blank and your motions become essentially automatic. No conscious input necessary. No higher thought required. No reason, no speech, no trace of what separates the human from the ape are needed any longer. All you need is to thrust your hips back and forth, as fast, and as hard, and as far as your can. All you need is to plunge your achingly horny dick in and out of this lovely, squishy, juicy little hole, until you cum and make it pregnant.
So that's what you do. You get into an easier position, one that's further forward, so that you lie almost entirely over Noelle's vulnerable body. Propped on your forearms, you can really pound her fertile womb. Your butt and hips are moving back and forth in an almost circular motion as you relentlessly push in and out of her, each pump coming faster than the last. The sound of your mating is nearly deafening. It drowns out Kay's stupid ambient music, and her vibrator too -- even though she has it on its highest setting.
You're a greedy man, so you pull Noelle's face away from Kay's and plant a hungry kiss on Noelle's lips, your tongue snaking into her mouth. Noelle gladly acquiesces, and lets her drooly tongue entwine with yours. Kay lets it happen. She even tenderly pets Noelle's cum-matted hair while Noelle drinks down your kisses. Soon enough though, gently but insistently, Kay pulls Noelle's face back towards her own, and resumes kissing her right where you left off.
For the next few minutes, you and Kay trade frequently, sharing Noelle's mouth. Passing her between you like a shared possession. Noelle's eyes, in the brief intervals you glimpse them, are glassy, vacant, and full of love. You're really spoiling her, you and Kay are.
It's too much to endure. The delirious heat and tightness of Noelle's soon-to-be-fertilized womb are driving you to sexual insanity. You're about to lose your nut. You're about to blow your load and make a creamy, drippy, gooey mess inside her -- exactly as promised. She wants to make sure you do, and locks her ankles around your tailbone to prevent any possible last-second cold feet. But you wouldn't pull out for anything. You're going to cum in her if it's the last thing you do.
You let Kay fully take over kissing duty as you press your chin to your chest, grit your teeth, and focus on giving her the most forceful fuck you ever have. You're grunting like a fucking caveman, and drooling. You're so hot you're shivering, and your cock feels so good it's shuddering as if it's orgasming even before it actually erupts. You try to make the plateau last as long as you can, but it's no use forestalling the inevitable, and at last you have to let it go. You roar, literally like an animal, and collapse against Noelle as your cock spurts a depth charge of semen into her. It is now truly and completely irrevocable, this decision you've made. You couldn't be happier. You hug her, still shivering -- she's shivering, too, as she hugs you back -- and you inseminate her.
Your orgasm is relentless, so good it's almost painful. It lasts for ten, twenty seconds or more. Whoever says men can't have rolling orgasms hasn't fucked like this before. Just as you think your cock is done burping up its cum, it shudders again and starts to cum anew. Your mind's eye swims with visions of your cockhead completely filling Noelle's tiny little baby room with thick white spunk. It really feels like you are. You're inundating her body with gallons of cum from your horsecock. Noelle is screaming her own climax into her wife's mouth, who's cumming equally as hard against the vibe. You all have a glorious, thundering cum, the three of you, together, as you make a baby.
When, three or four minutes later, you at last pull out -- Noelle's cunt grips you so tightly that it's hard to do -- the veritable waterfall of jism that oozes out of her reddened pussy is a sight to behold. Quickly, Kay grabs a pillow, and props it under Noelle's butt so she doesn't lose the lion's share of it. Even at that, Noelle's twat lips, butt, and asshole -- and the beddings below -- are creamy, smeared with globs of your seed. Well, in simple terms, you came a whole lot inside her. She's definitely pregnant now. You, and Noelle, and Kay, all admire the sight of the bubbly cumload percolating inside of her and overflowing from out of her.
"Wonderful," Kay says, clapping her hands together. She scooches aside and lies down beside her wife.
"--Kay?" Noelle says.
"Now me," Kay tells you. She gets a pillow below her butt, too, and spreads her legs for you. Her pussy is coated with her cream, just raring to go.
"You have got to be kidding," you say, still woozy from how hard you came the first time.
"Not at all," Kay says. "You couldn't promise me a boy, so we'll just have to play the odds."
You glance Noelle's way for guidance.
"You heard the woman," Noelle tells you. "Get to work."