Be Careful What You Wish For Page 11

  I moved my hands down her thighs and lined everything up as I pushed inside her. Samantha whinnied out loud as my erection went in and she started pumping like crazy. I gasped, feeling a wave of electricity run down my body. I gripped onto her huge belly, riding it like a mechanical bull. As we moved together, I noticed I was still close to her belly button and sucked on it like it was her eager breast.

  “R-right, suck on my big belly,” Samantha panted. She was really into it.

  “You like being pregnant, huh?” I said.

  Samantha moaned. “Yes,” she said weakly.

  “Yes what?” I said, a little louder.

  “Yes I love being pregnant!” Samantha screamed. “I love how horny it makes me, I love feeling like a goddess creating life, and I love having a big belly!” She whimpered again and I could feel her belly tighten. “I love letting my belly hang out so everyone can see what a slut I am! I love showing off how I’m fertile and got fucked! And I love fucking the son of the man who put these babes inside me!”

  With that, her shrieks seemed to shatter and I couldn’t hear her anymore. I came instantly, her tight sex instantly becoming wetter. I clutched onto her belly as I rode out my own orgasm and her hands clutched my arms, squeezing hard as her own orgasm rocked her. We both fell to the bed, shaking in each other’s cuddling embrace.

  “Congratulations,” Samantha said, her face bright red as she reached out to stroke my hair. “You’re not a virgin anymore.”

  “No, he sure isn’t,” Tori said. I turned to see her, Lori, and Natasha all standing in the bedroom. Lori and Natasha looked pleasantly surprised while Tori had a big grin on her face, her fingers eagerly texting on her phone. “Looks like you have guts after all.”

  “He’s got something,” Neera panted, her dildo hanging out of her vagina as she was riding out her own orgasm, eyes fixated on me and Samantha. “You don’t mind sharing him, do you?”

  As I opened my mouth to try and respond, Natasha waddled over and cupped my cheeks, bending down to touch her lips to mine. She gently pecked me, slipping her tongue in to tickle mine before letting it retreat. “I couldn’t be your first fuck but at least I’m your first kiss,” Natasha giggled before turning to Samantha. “Unless you took that too.”

  “Nope, all yours Natty,” Samantha smiled.

  Natasha grinned and looked back at me. “Guess I had the wrong idea about you,” she purred.

  Lori looked almost as rattled as I was, chewing on her lip. The doorbell rang and she flinched. “I-I’ll get it,” she said, waddling quickly downstairs. I turned to look into Samantha’s eyes as we could hear Lori’s conversation. “Hello?”

  “Hi…is this Richard Watley’s house?” a woman’s voice said. Samantha sighed and rolled herself out of bed, putting on a robe to cover her breasts. I quickly dressed myself and headed toward the front door with Samantha, peeking downstairs as she waddled down.

  Standing on the front porch were two very curvy women with bellies as big as Samantha’s and Neera’s.

  “Richard doesn’t live here anymore. I’m his ex-wife,” Samantha said, greeting them.

  “Well Richard ‘paid’ us a visit a few times,” one of the women said, stroking her huge belly near her tattoos. “And we hadn’t seen him in a while.”

  Samantha smiled sweetly. “Do you both…have a place to stay?”

  They looked at each other. “Not a good place,” one of the women said.

  “Then why not stay here?” Samantha said, turning to me and winking. “After all, we’re friendly.”