Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“She’s all yours,” he says in a throaty voice to the second man. “Enjoy.”
And with that, a new cock pushes into my bottom, making me moan and squeal with ecstasy. I know my behavior is slutty, all types of wrong, and incredibly raunchy because I’m enjoying back door sex with two men that I don’t even know. But the truth is that this is what helps with my pregnancy nausea … and I plan on doing it with even more men before the night is over.
3
Mark
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I look out my window at the house next door, and sure enough, my pretty neighbor’s there, gardening in the little plot of land behind her home. She’s been around a lot, actually, which makes me think that she’s not working at the moment. What was her name again? Oh yes. Freya. We’ve chatted a few times, but never about anything of import. It was always just small talk about the weather, upcoming vacations, and the like.
But what Freya doesn’t know is that I’ve been surreptitiously watching her. Not like a stalker or anything, but I definitely notice when she comes and goes because she’s so gorgeous. The curvy girl has long, curly brown hair, big brown eyes, and the face of an angel. Not only that, but she has a body that won’t quit. The curvy girl has huge Double D breasts, a small waist, and a giant ass that’s useful when I’m alone with my hand and some lube. Yeah, I’m a pervert that way, but it’s not a crime to fantasize about an attractive neighbor.
But even more intriguing, Freya’s pregnant. I watch surreptitiously from behind the curtain in my kitchen. She’s got a floral top and shorts which are relatively loose, but nothing can contain those huge tits and round belly. There’s definitely a baby in there, and as I watch, she sits back on her knees, pulling the straw hat down while resting both hands on that bulging stomach. The look on her face is one of pure contentment, and the pretty woman sighs before leaning over once more to dig at something in the ground.
But the thing is that I haven’t seen a man coming and going from Freya’s home. Nor does a man live there full-time. In fact, it’s pretty much just Freya, with the exception of some friends and family on occasion, so my hunch is that she’s a single mother to be.
I stop to think for a moment. Shit, that must be a difficult position to be in. Everyone knows it’s hard to be a single parent, and I can’t imagine being ditched by the baby’s father before the child is even born. What did the pretty woman do to deserve that treatment? Probably nothing, to be honest, because no woman deserves that.
But then I watch again as Freya sets her spade in the dirt before taking off her straw hat. Long brown curls dangle down her back, and I imagine running my hands through those curls before nudging her lips with the tip of my shaft. She’d look so pretty nude and pregnant, kneeling before me with her mouth open while gazing into my eyes with an innocent look.
Shit, I’m such a dirty motherfucker. Freya’s expecting for crying out loud, so I should be more respectful with my thoughts.
But any guilt flies out of my mind at what my gorgeous neighbor does next. She whips off her loose shirt to reveal a bikini top underneath, and my mouth literally goes dry with need. Holy shit. The bikini top is just two tiny triangles of pink fabric, strung together by gossamer strands. The patches of fabric are smaller than a handprint, and those huge tits hang out the sides and bottom. In fact, as she leans forward, I can clearly see them dangling, and my cock twitches painfully. I need this woman desperately, but how would I start a conversation? Do I just stride out there with my stiffie and try to talk about the weather?
But then something weird happens. Freya’s hands clasp her belly again, and a look of agony crosses her face.
“Unnnh,” she groans, still kneeling in the dirt. I watch closely. What’s going on?
The pretty brunette reaches for her water and takes a quick sip before wiping at her sweating forehead. But she’s still breathing hard and she leans forward again, planting both hands in the dirt so that her belly and breasts hang forwards.
“Unnnh,” she grunts again. “Oh god.”
I watch again. Holy shit, is this what I think it is? Is she about to give birth right here, in the flowerbed? I’m no doctor, but even I can see that she’s not far enough to be considered full-term. But then, another long moan of agony that sounds something like “Ohhhh,” escapes her lips, and this time, Freya falls to her side in a fetal position, clutching her tummy. Oh shit, oh shit! It’s an emergency!