Slut Wife Has a Breeding Party

I wasn’t completely shocked when my husband suggested a breeding party. For starters, we had had an open relationship almost as soon as we were dating, and in three years of marriage, it hadn’t slowed down a bit. I loved showing off my sexy body, and loved fucking in front of an audience—especially if my Park was that audience. I enjoyed watching him fuck other girls too. I knew that whenever either one of us got laid, we’d have hot sex with each other the next night, reliving the experience.

I also knew, from the first week I met him, that Park couldn’t have kids. He tried to donate sperm for extra money freshman year of college, and found out to his shock that he wasn’t producing any. Who knows why, but when he went to the doctor, she said he had better get used to the idea of adoption.

And we could have gone that route, happily. But every time I’d fuck somebody else, it was in the back of both of our minds that some other guy’s cum could do what his couldn’t. Park had even told me that, if I did get knocked up, he’d be there for me no matter what. But I had an IUD, so the chances of that were virtually nil.

Still, it had been on both our minds for a while. And we both wanted kids. I think we both assumed when I was ready to have a baby, another guy’s sperm would be doing the honors, but we had never talked about it. So one day I decided to force the issue, and see exactly what my husband was open to.

He came home from work one day to find me lounging on the couch in his favorite outfit — the shortest pair of cutoffs I own, and nothing else.

“Park, I think I’m ready to have a baby.”

I tried not to sound nervous, but I really didn’t know how he was going to react. We had talked about it in the abstract, but the reality of it meant our lives would change forever. But more than that, I was nervous about how I wanted to do it.

“I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and I don’t want to adopt. I want to be pregnant. I want to feel my baby kicking inside me.”

I involuntarily ran my hand across my toned stomach. I imagined it swelling, ripe with life. I hoped my husband was as aroused as I was at the thought of that. Fortunately, he broke into a warm smile and took my hands.

“Of course. I don’t want you to miss out on that experience.”

“There’s more.” I paused, still nervous about what I was building up to ask him. “I don’t want our baby’s life to start in a doctor’s office, with a syringe putting some unknown man’s sperm into me. I want to do this for real. Like nature intended.”

He smiled and put my hand against the bulge in his pants. At least part of him was on board with the idea. He kissed me, running his hands across my bare breasts, and leaving them to rest on my stomach.

“I don’t want you to miss out on that experience either. In fact, I would love to be there while some guy puts a baby in my sexy wife.”

I smiled nervously. “So… I can find a guy? And start trying? I can let another man get me pregnant?”

Park gave me a sly smile. “Does it have to be just one guy?”

I burst into a grin. “You dirty old man!” That was our joke — he’s three months older than I am.

“You could have a breeding party. We could find a couple of guys who look somewhat like me, and give them all a shot. May the best man win!”

“To be honest? I was kind of hoping you’d be on board with that.”

I kissed him passionately. That idea—fucking multiple men and getting knocked up—had been a fantasy since before we were married, and I could hardly believe that my husband had no qualms with it so far. Not that he had a choice—if I had a baby, it was always going to be some other man’s sperm doing the work, so I guess it wasn’t that much of a stretch to use a few different donors.

Still, Park was being incredibly supportive. But I had another question to ask him, and it was a big one.

“There’s one more thing.” I swallowed hard. “You don’t have to say yes to this one.”

I felt myself trembling. I wasn’t sure I even wanted to ask for this, wasn’t sure I even wanted it as more than a fantasy. But we had always been open about sharing our fantasies, and I had to at least talk it over with him.

“I’ve had this fantasy. Since I was a teenager.”

He looked at me expectantly, and I forced myself to go on.

“I always thought that… if a guy got me pregnant, I wanted it to be whoever I had the best sex of my life with. I know a lot of women keep sex for pleasure and babies separate, but I can’t do that. The idea of getting pregnant is incredibly sexual for me. When it happens, I don’t want it to be some clumsy, drunken, two-minutes-and-done. When I conceive a baby, I want it to be a moment I never forget. Now, the best sex of my life had been with you, I promise. But if you’re off the menu… there’s really only one day… that qualifies… I’m sorry. But it was one of the best experiences of my life. I can’t stop thinking about reliving that day… except… unprotected… fertile… knowing that any one of those guys… Park… I’m sorry… I know I shouldn’t…”

“Oh, Lucy…” A tear ran down my cheek. He kissed it away. He held me tight. I hoped he understood.

A year earlier, when he turned 25, I gave Park a present I knew he’d never forget: my sister’s virginity. He had hooked me up with other guys in the past, and I was always happy to return the favor—a few of my friends, a few girls we brought home for a threesome. But this was different. My sister Molly had just turned 18 and still hadn’t been with a guy. I knew she had had a crush on Park for a long time. It was still tough to approach my sister about fucking my husband, but I knew they’d both enjoy it. So when Park opened our bedroom door on his birthday, Molly was standing there in nothing but a see-through nightie. The younger Yang sister walked into our bedroom a trembling virgin, and nine days later, she was a pro. They had fucked about 40 times, and no part of her body was neglected. She told me later he came in her mouth, her pussy, and her ass. He licked his own cum off her breasts, her belly, her ass, her thighs, her face, out of her pussy and even her little pink asshole. They hardly left the bedroom, and I ended up getting so horny listening to them smashing the headboard into the wall that I invited six different guys over the course of the week to keep my pussy occupied.

But, I did insist it was a one time thing. I didn’t want sibling jealousy to come between us, so we made a deal that Molly could fuck Park for a week and a weekend, and that was it. Still, I knew it was an unforgettable experience for both of them.

So I was secretly hoping Park would pay me back when I turned 25 a few months later. And boy did he. A friend of his coached a high school basketball team, and he wanted to reward them for going to states. After making Park swear up and down this would never be traced back to him, they arranged for the players to fuck me in a gangbang. Not the whole team; only the 18-year-olds (at coach’s insistence — he was very worried about one of us going to jail). But that was still seven guys. All seven of these kids were extremely tall, pure muscle, and sweaty and energetic as only teenage boys can be. The shortest guy was 6’6”, and the thing about really tall guys? If a guy’s got long arms and long legs, don’t bet on him having a short dick. Of the seven guys, four of them were bigger than 8”. One was a full 10 and a half. As soon as they got their clothes off, I knew I was in for a hell of a good time.

Park invited those guys over for a night, and they stayed for a weekend. Friday night, the guys were eager to fuck, and none of them lasted very long. When the first guy started to slide his dick into me, I was ready to savor that delicious feeling of being stretched out by a big cock. He’d plunge a little deeper with each stroke, but by the time he was balls deep, he had already lost control and was spurting his seed into my pussy. But it didn’t matter, since as soon as he pulled out, another guy was there to take his place. After an hour, I had been fucked by all seven guys, and two had come back for seconds. My pussy was a spermy mess, and there was a white sticky puddle on the sheets under my ass. I had to take a break just to hydrate and catch my breath.

The second round, they all lasted longer. Long enough that I started having orgasm after orgasm, until they all just blended together and I was on a sexual high for the next few hours. Yes, hours. I figured each guy would fuck me two or three times, and they’d be there until midnight or so. I was a little nervous about whether my body could take 15 or 20 fucks in a row, but I figured if I wanted to stop, I could just say so and Park would send them home. But I underestimated my own stamina. And our nation’s high school athletics. The sun came up at 6, and I still had a cock sawing in and out of my red, raw gash. Every one of those seven guys fucked me at least four times. One of them put seven loads in my pussy in eight hours. I counted thirty-six loads of sperm, all of them going deep inside of me. I sucked every cock too, but just to get them warmed up to start fucking again. Park came a few times just watching all the action, but he never took his turn. He told me later it was my show, and he didn’t want to insert himself into the action, no pun intended.

Finally, just as the sun was coming up, I collapsed in a deep sleep. I woke up a complete mess — hair matted to my face with sweat, pubes practically glued together with dried sperm, and my ass and thighs still sticky from the dozens of loads I had taken the night before. I figured the guys would all be long gone, but it turned out none of them wanted the party to stop. I only had time to get up to use the bathroom; I had only just finished peeing when one of the guys appeared in the bathroom, dragged me off the toilet, bent me over the foot of the bed, and stuck his 5pm morning wood somewhere where it would do some good. The other six guys followed suit. I should have been exhausted and sore, but instead my pussy was soaking wet, and I welcomed some more good fucking to start the day.

Finally, we took a break, and my grinning husband laid out dinner for my gang of teenage lovers. I managed to get him alone for a minute, just to press my naked body against him and whispered in his ear, “Best. Birthday. Ever.” When we rejoined the guys, we all joked around, had some drinks (I found it hard to tell the guys who had just been marathon-fucking me they were too young for beers), and for an hour or two, it was like a regular party, except none of the guests were wearing more than boxers and the hostess was naked, sweaty, and covered in everyone’s sperm. I suggested a shower, but the guys had their own ideas about that. Each one of them took a turn fucking me as usual, but each guy pulled out and shot their load across my sweaty body. Three of the guys didn’t have enough control to make it farther north than my abdomen, but one guy shot a massive load across both of my breasts, and the other three coated my face. I sat up in time for my husband to take a picture of me, thick white ropes of sperm crisscrossing across my face, running down my neck, dripping off my breasts, running down my belly, soaking into my pubes and all the way to my red, raw pussy. Park calls it his favorite picture of all time, and to be honest, it’s mine too.

The second night, still covered from forehead to thighs in dried sperm, I pulled the train all over again. The guys were tired from the first day’s exertions, so I didn’t get nearly as many fucks out of them. But because they were tired, the guys all lasted a lot longer. One of the guys lasted nearly forty minutes, while his friends all gave him shit and mockingly demanded he finish up and let them have their turns. But we all knew they’d all get theirs. They only fucked me about 16 times in total that night, but given each guy had fucked me that morning and cum on me to start the night, those boys still put in a hard day’s work.

I was out cold for another twelve hours Sunday morning, but the guys stayed around again. This time they each fucked me three times before I thanked them all for “the fuck of a lifetime” and sent them home. My battered pussy had taken 79 loads of sperm over the course of the weekend, plus the seven that ended up all over my body, and I hadn’t showered or cleaned up at all, so every drop of those guys’ sperm was on me, in me, or soaking into our bedsheets.

At long last, I figured it was past time to give my gracious, sexy husband his turn. Far from being jealous, he told me had never been so attracted to me.

“There’s just one thing… My pussy’s so stretched out and sore, I don’t think I’d even feel you.” Park was a bit above average, but he certainly didn’t have a monster like each of the basketball players did. He started to protest — which was fair enough, I could hardly deny him after he watched me fuck seven guys all weekend — so I rolled over onto my hands and knees. “You’d better fuck my ass.”

We had never done that before, but I was so lubricated with the sperm that had been leaking steadily out of my pussy that he practically slid right in. As worn out as his dick must have been from jerking it while the guys fucked me, he still managed to spray two loads into my bowels. I stayed in bed for two solid days recovering after that, Park waiting on me hand and foot, and was tired and sore for another week afterwards. It took at least a month before my stretched-out pussy was back to normal. But I made sure to thank Park every chance I got, usually in the form of a blowjob. It was a life-changing experience, and I hadn’t stopped thinking about it since.

So Park knew, without me saying so, that that was the sex I wanted to relive when I conceived our baby. And I can’t imagine he’d object to me fucking that many guys, since he had set me up with them in the first place. But there was a big reason for him to object, the reason I hesitated to bring the idea up, the reason I was ashamed for even fantasizing about it as much as I had. I’m Chinese, he’s Korean, and none of those guys were Asian. Three of them were white. Four of them were black. No matter who knocked me up, we’d have some explaining to do.

How could my husband really let me have a baby the whole world would know wasn’t his? With a sperm donor who looked like him, we could pass the baby off as his, or at least avoid a lot of questions. But if our baby was half white, or half black, for the rest of our lives, everyone who saw that kid would know I had fucked around.

I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t want to do that to him, to myself, to our kids. But I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. I kept imagining myself fucking those athletic, well-hung teenagers, but this time with no protection. I imagined my belly swelling up with a baby, not knowing who the father was or even the race until we got to the delivery room. I imagined myself nursing a pink-skinned baby at my breast. Or a brown-skinned one. There were serious consequences to following through with that fantasy. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I couldn’t stop myself from wanting it. I figured if I at least talked about it with Park, he’d talk me out of wanting to go through with it, but we could keep it as a shared fantasy. And maybe that would be enough.

“I’m sorry… I know I shouldn’t…”

My husband held me close, and I could feel his rock-hard erection pressing into my belly. Maybe he was more into the idea than I realized.

“The idea of it is incredibly hot. I can understand why you’d fantasize about it.”

“But the reality…”

“The reality will be different. But I’m not saying no. Let’s take some time and think this through.”

I collapsed in his arms, both of us a mess of conflicting emotions. Relieved that he hadn’t been mad at the suggestion, thrilled by the idea of going through with it, scared of what the ramifications might be. But the fantasy had clearly taken hold of both of us. Park tore my shorts off and we ended up fucking three times in a row, fell asleep in each other’s arms, and then fucked again in the morning.

It was like that for a couple months. In between serious talks about the consequences of having a biracial child, we would relive that gangbang with the basketball players, and talk endlessly about my getting knocked up by one of them. Did I want a black baby? A white baby? We agreed the sexiest thing was not knowing.

All that time, I never pushed him to let me go through with it, we just teased each other with the fantasy, got us both worked up, and let the idea sit there, until it seemed normal, even inevitable. But I still didn’t seriously think we’d go through with it, until Park handed me an envelope one day. Cream colored stationery, with a pattern in gold leaf, like a wedding invitation. As it turned out, this invitation would be at least as life-changing.

“I got you an early anniversary present.”

“Wow, I guess not all husbands forget. It’s still two months away!”

“I know. This present will take a little planning ahead.”

I opened the envelope. First, was a picture of a cabin. He had rented us a place in the Poconos, the week of our anniversary, small and very secluded. But the second piece of paper was more puzzling. It was a reminder card from my doctor.

“What’s this for?”

“I made an appointment for you. To take your IUD out. You’re going to get pregnant in that cabin. We’re having a breeding party.”

I couldn’t help but gasp. My eyes went wide. I trembled with excitement, lust, and a little fear.

“You mean…”

“I invited all the guys. In fact, a few of their teammates have turned 18 in the last six months, so I invited them too. Think you can take on ten guys? All trying to put a baby in you?”

I had tears in my eyes as I hugged him. “Thank you…” I murmured in his ear. “I’ve wanted this so badly… needed this.”

He kissed me gently. “I know. I want it too.”

For the next two months, neither of us fucked anyone else — we didn’t want to risk me getting pregnant ahead of schedule — but Park made it his mission to shoot as much of his ineffectual semen into me as possible. Every time we both fantasized I was fucking some other man, taking his sperm, being bred.

Finally, the big day had come. We weren’t due to leave until the afternoon, but Park got me up bright and early, saying we had some getting ready to do. We had packed the night before, so I wasn’t sure what he had in mind. When I got out of the shower, Park had taken away my clothes. He had also locked the bedroom door so I couldn’t get to my dresser or closet. I figured that was part of whatever he was planning. So I went into the living room looking for him, and nearly jumped out of my skin when she saw one of my best friends sitting with him on the couch.

Ahbirathi was a gorgeous Indian girl, who had fucked Park a few times while I was busy fucking her boyfriend. Even so, I was embarrassed to be standing there naked in front of her. But I found myself rooted to the spot, unable to bolt from the room or even cover myself up.

“What’s going on? Why is she here?”

“Ahbi knows about your breeding party, and she’s very supportive of the idea.” The girl sitting beside my husband gave me a mischievous smirk. “She’s here to help prepare you.”

“Prepare me? How? Should I get dressed?”

“No. In fact, you’re going to be naked from now until we get home next week. The next time you put on clothes, they’ll technically be maternity clothes.” I took a deep breath. I was starting to get aroused at the thought of it. This thing we had been fantasizing about for so long was starting to become a reality.

“As for your preparation, we want these guys to be as enthusiastic as possible about breeding you. So Abhi’s going to give them some encouragement.” Our friend gestured to an array of pens and inks on the coffee table.

“You know I do henna tattooing. Now, I usually do abstract designs, but we have something different in mind for you. It’ll fade after a couple of days, but when you get to that cabin, with all those guys, there’s not going to be any mistake what you’re there for.”

They laid me out on the kitchen table, flat on my back, and I lay there, patient and motionless, as Abhi delicately painted all over my body. I couldn’t see any of it, all I could do was stare at the ceiling. Finally, Park walked me over to a full-length mirror so I could see my friend’s handiwork.

She had covered my body with ornate, beautiful writing. The largest words were across my stomach: “make my belly swell.” I had shaved my pussy for the occasion, at Park’s request, so on my lower abdomen went the word “fertile.” Abhi wrote “put a baby in me” across the top of my breasts. Along one arm, she wrote “fill me with your seed,” and across the other wrote, “please knock me up.” One of my thighs read, “who’s the father?”, and the other read, “not my husband!” Finally, across my right cheek she painted, “fuck me,” and across my right cheek, “breed me.”

“The words will fade in a few days, but in the meantime, there’s no washing them off. So there’ll be no mistaking what you’re there for.” She smiled sweetly.

I couldn’t stop looking at myself in the mirror, my eyes traveling from one phrase to another. I had been trying to hide this breeding fantasy for so long, and now I was a walking billboard for it. I couldn’t believe Park had gotten one of my friends this involved, and I didn’t know how I was going to go through the next few days with everyone who looked at me seeing in plain English that I was desperate to get fucked and get pregnant. At the same time, the more I looked at the words written on me, the sexier I felt.

“Abhi, I can’t believe he got you to do all this. You must think I’m a dirty slut for wanting to get pregnant this way.”

“Like I didn’t know you were a dirty slut before.” She smiled, admiring her handiwork. “To be honest, I’m more than a little jealous. I’m starting to think I should do the same thing one day. So give me every detail when you get back.”

I thought that was it, but once my front dried, Abhi had me lay on my stomach on the table, and went to work on my back. I felt her brush against my shoulders, my ass, the small of my back, but I didn’t get to see what she wrote. Park just smiled and said I’d see it all eventually.

He led me into the car, which he had been loading up while Abhi was working. He didn’t pack any clothes for us, just food and a phone charger. Usually, we keep the car in the driveway. He could have made space in the garage if he had wanted to. But instead, he parked on the street. He and Abhi led me, stark naked, across our front lawn. There was no one on the street for the moment, but anyone looking out the window could see me. My husband and my friend were each holding my hands, so there was no way to cover up. My breasts, my ass, my pussy — all exposed to the world.

I tried to focus on the distance to the car, the feeling of grass on my bare feet, and not think about how exposed I was. Could anyone see? Were they taking pictures? Could they see what was written on me? I felt my cheeks flush, and then remembered “fuck me” and “breed me” were written on them and I blushed even harder. I was shaking like a leaf by the time we got to the car. Shaking from fear and embarrassment, sure, but undeniably from lust too. In fact, the fear and embarrassment were fanning the flames.

Abhi hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. “Have a great time getting fucked.” Then she leaned closer and whispered in my ear. “I’m so fucking jealous. Tell those guys when they’re through with you, I want a turn.” She stepped back and admired her handiwork one last time, and then got into her car and drove off.

It wasn’t until she turned the corner that Park finally let me into our car. As soon as we were seated, the vinyl sticky against my already-sweaty body, I took Park’s hand and guided it between my legs. I was already soaking wet. He finger-fucked me as the car pulled away from the curb, and his hand stayed between my legs for most of the trip.

The cabin was an honest-to-goodness cabin in the woods, no one else nearby. Even the path you drove up was a few hundred feet away, so we had to walk a ways through the woods, my husband fully dressed, and me completely nude. We didn’t carry suitcases—neither of us were planning on wearing much this week. Even though the woods were quiet and I knew no one was around, walking through the trees, feeling the breeze blowing against my skin, dried leaves crunching under my bare feet, I felt more exposed than I ever had in my life, like there were dozens of eyes watching me from every direction. That thought scared me a little, but it aroused me a lot.

Park pulled the screen door back, and in my head, I imagined a quiet, empty little cabin, where we’d have some time to lounge around, and maybe have a quick warm-up fuck before the main event. But the second he pushed the second door open a crack, a cheer went out from inside the house. Ten teenage boys, all tall, all athletic, about half of them shirtless, and every one of them dying for a chance to put a baby in me.

“Which one of you guys wants to knock up my wife?!?”, my husband exclaimed as a greeting, and another cheer went up from the room. I stepped in behind him, and the boys’ jaws dropped. They stared at me, gawking, and I didn’t realize they were reading the writing on my body until they started reading aloud. “Fuck me.” “Breed me.” “Knock me up.” “Fertile.” “You’re damn right I’m gonna make that belly swell.” “My dick’s gonna fill you with so much seed it’ll be leaking out of you until Christmas!”

Finally, Park reached from behind me and held up my breasts for their inspection, reading the inscription across them: “put a baby in me. Think any of you can help her out?” More cheers from the crowd. “Then let’s not waste any time!”

Two of the guys lifted me off the ground, carried me into the bedroom, and tossed me lightly onto the bed. I had barely hit the mattress when there was already a cock rubbing up against my pussy. I didn’t recognize the guy, who immediately bent down to suck on one of my titties. I guess they were letting the new guys go first. He was black, light skinned, tall and skinny, with a shaggy afro. He was cute, and I started fantasizing about what my baby would look like if he was the one who got me. I had an image in my head of my slender body interrupted by a round, swollen belly.

As this stranger’s cock slid into me, I imagined his baby growing inside of me, transforming my body, upending my entire life. Something I had wanted so badly, for so long. Spending so long afraid to admit my deepest desires to my husband, even to myself. And now it was finally happening. He was going to plant his seed deep inside me, with no barrier between millions of sperm and a waiting, fertile egg. Then every man in the room was going to do the same thing, all of their sperm competing for that egg, all trying to do what nature intended: inseminate me, impregnate me, mark me forever as theirs by giving me a baby. Every man here was going to have a chance to give me his baby. Every man but one: the one who was going to help me raise the child, knowing it wasn’t his, knowing we would never know who the real father was.

The thought of that was so intense, my desire for it so strong, he had hardly started thrusting into me when I was hit by the most powerful orgasm of my life. Every muscle tensed, my heart pounded in my chest, and I felt my pussy clamping around the long, thick cock inside of it. This had been building for so long — the weeks we had been planning, the months we had been turning each other on with the idea, the lifetime of secret, shameful, private fantasies, now finally coming true. I screamed out, as every nerve ending in my body caught fire. I screamed until my breath was ragged. The breeding session I needed so badly was finally happening, and it was far more intense than even my wildest fantasies had been.

The unknown teenager breeding me waited for me to come back down to earth. Holding my hips tightly, holding his cock deep inside of me. We stayed like that for a minute, unmoving, his cock filling my pussy, my pussy clamped tight around his cock, staring into each others’ eyes. Nothing else existed. Not my husband, not my ******, not our friends, just the powerful, beautiful phallus ready to release its precious cargo into my desperate, hungry womb.

The teen smiled down at me, his curls falling in his face.

“You want some more?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

“Tell me what you want.”

My voice was a hoarse whisper. “I want more fucking.”

“Tell me so everyone can hear.”

I rose above a whisper, but I could hear my voice trembling. “I want you to fill me with your seed. I want you to put a baby in me.”

“Tell your husband what you need.”

I looked over at Park. He was naked, and as he walked closer to me, his dick was right at my eye level. It looked painfully erect. I knew he was enjoying every moment of this. I looked into his eyes and saw him trembling with lust. He nodded his approval, and I spoke directly to him.

“I need his sperm deep inside of me. I need all of these guys fucking me hard, with their big, long cocks, cumming deeper inside me than you’ll ever go. I need every one of them to shoot their sperm right into my womb, so it can fertilize my egg. So it can make a baby inside me.”

Park took a deep breath. I saw him squeeze his dick. I took a second, just to savor the even bigger one that was still lodged deep in my abdomen. I smiled sweetly at my husband.

“My belly’s going to swell up with a baby. We’ll never know which one of these guys is the father. But everyone is going to know that it’s not you. Everyone’s going to know your wife is a dirty slut, who got knocked up by a bunch of strangers. That you stood there and watched, while all of these guys took turns fucking a baby into me.”

That was too much for Park. He groaned, and a thick rope of sperm shot out of his dick and made a line across the bridge of my nose. A second shot ran down my cheek. A third went into both my eyes, and I felt whatever he had left dribble across my forehead. There was no question I had my husband’s approval for what I was about to do. I turned my sticky, cum-covered face towards the guy who was still holding his cock deep inside my pussy, my eyes still glued shut by the sticky mess my husband had just painted my face with.

“I’m ready now. Ready for you to breed me. This fertile little slut needs to be fucked hard. I need all your cum deep inside me. Make a baby in my belly.”

The guy needed no encouragement. I still didn’t know his name. I never asked. I didn’t want to know. All I needed to know about any of these guys was that their cocks were big, and could flood my fertile womb with lots of potent sperm. His cock resumed thrusting into my pussy with one measured, forceful stroke after another. I felt his firm, athletic body against mine, and I grabbed his ass with both hands, trying to pull him even deeper inside me. I cried out again and again as each thrust bottomed out, knowing a room full of people were watching me get fucked senseless and not caring. Time seemed to stand still, as that beautiful hard shaft slid into my silky gash again and again, in an unbreaking rhythm. My heart beat faster and faster, and my clit was buzzing as his thrusting steadily continued. I felt his balls slapping against my ass cheeks, and I thought about all the sperm they were carrying. The sperm that would soon be inside my womb, inseminating, fertilizing, impregnating. Finally he broke the rhythm and started pounding me with abandon, fucking me harder and faster. This was it. He was about to plant his seed. At long last, I was being bred.

The thought of it, not to mention the intense fucking I was getting, pushed me over the edge. I screamed out as an orgasm hit me, and through the haze I heard him grunting, cursing, holding himself deep inside of me as his cock spurted jet after jet of potent sperm right where nature intended.

He held himself inside me for a minute, gently squeezing my ass with one hand, and massaging one of my breasts with the other. Then he slowly pulled his shrinking member out of my well-fucked cunt. Eyes still closed, I heard another guy step up and take his place. I expected him to start fucking me immediately; that’s how it went last time. But instead I felt his long, hard shaft running the length of my pussy lips, rubbing my clit with every stroke. What was he waiting for? I wanted him inside me in the worst way. I was about to say something, when I heard a voice in front of me.

“What do you want?”

I let out a little moan as he continued to rub against my clit.

“I want you to shoot a gallon of cum into my womb. I want your sperm to find my egg and make me pregnant. I wanna be a knocked up slut.”

I rolled over onto my hands and knees. I knew I had the best chance of conceiving lying on my back, letting the sperm soak into my womb, but I figured I wasn’t going to have any shortage of sperm, and I wanted to be fucked every which way. I heard excited cries go up when I turned over. It took a second to realize there was more writing on my back. They hadn’t seen it yet. I’d have to find out what it said at some point.

But first, there was babymaking to be done. This second guy grabbed me by the hips and pounded into me for five minutes or so, occasionally reaching up to squeeze one of my breasts, or to pull my hair, so I’d throw back my head and arch my back against his cock. Before too long, he was spurting his hot seed against my cervix, and again, this guy held his cock inside me. I just murmured, “thank you,” truly grateful for the fucking I had just gotten.

By this time, I had blinked the sperm out of my eyes, so I got a good look at the third guy. I remembered him from last time — white guy, skinny but pure muscle, and maybe the biggest cock of the bunch. He lay down on the bed, and it stuck up like a tree trunk, veiny and powerful, 10 inches long at the very least, and thicker than my wrist. I hovered over him, ready to impale myself on that monster. But again, he stopped me. Before he could even ask, I told him what I wanted.

“Please let me take your big cock inside me. Stretch out my pussy. Fill me with your sperm. Fuck me. Breed me. Put your baby in me.”

Normally, it’d take ages to lower my slender body onto such a massive cock. But I was so wet and stretched out from the fucking I had already had, I barely felt any resistance. My pussy wrapped around his cock like a glove, as inch by inch, I pushed him deeper inside me. I rolled my hips, feeling that tree trunk rubbing against my insides, stretching me this way and that. I rubbed my clit as I rode him like that for ten minutes at least, building and building to an orgasm that had me screaming my head off. While I was in the middle of it, I felt his cock spasm inside my belly, and I knew I was getting another load of sperm to mix with the first two.

Again and again the process was repeated. A new man would approach, and I was expected to tell him how badly I wanted to be fucked. Which I had no trouble doing — I begged those guys to fill me up with their cocks, and I meant every word. I took load after load of sperm, each time dreaming about my soon-to-be bulging tummy, my pussy never tiring of taking one big cock after another. Occasionally, Park would come closer and paint my face or my breasts with another load of his own cum. Sometimes he’d just kiss me and tell me how much he loved me. Usually while I was being pounded by an anonymous teenager’s oversized cock.

All day this went on, one guy after another, each of them coming back for seconds or thirds. I’d take breaks to rehydrate and catch my breath, but I rarely went very long without a dick inside me. I spent as much of those breaks as I could lying on my back, hips elevated, giving all that sperm a chance to do its work. Of course, there was a white, sticky river flowing out from between my legs pretty much any time my hole wasn’t plugged with a dick. But I knew that for every spoonful that leaked out, there was a cupful still inside of me.

We took a break for dinner — Park had made sure the guys stocked the cabin with plenty of food and drink. It’s funny, a lot of guys put boxers or even pants back on. Guys love showing you their hard-on, but a lot of them are shy about letting you see it when it’s soft. They ate and joked and talked, but I didn’t join them around the table. Rather than have me sit up and let precious sperm leak out of my slit, Park had me stay in the bed, hips elevated, while he hand fed me. Which was fine for the burgers the boys had grilled up, but it got to be messy when it came to the ice cream for dessert! But Park told me I wasn’t allowed to clean myself up all weekend, not cum, not food, not anything. Given the amount of sperm coating my face, boobs, belly, and thighs, not to mention the puddle that had been forming under my ass all afternoon, I was going to be a messy girl by the end of this. What the hell, I figured. I sat up, grabbed the bowl of ice cream and poured whatever was left over my head, smiling lewdly at Park the whole time.

Apparently the boys thought that was sexy, because a minute later I was on my back for a second round of fucking that lasted into the night. As the sky got dark in the window, the sex slowed down from the frantic pounding of the beginning of the day. Each guy had come two or three times at this point, so they all had plenty of staying power. I was too tired for any more orgasms, but I still savored every inch of every cock that penetrated me, and gave a very vocal thanks for every load of sperm they added to the mess in my womb. I lay there for a long stretch, fantasizing about the new life that would soon be growing inside of me, about the firm, round belly I’d soon have, about breasts swollen with milk, and about the birth, when my loving husband welcomed a baby that the world would know wasn’t his.

After a while, I even drifted in and out of sleep, opening my eyes to a new face, feeling a new cock lazily sawing in and out of my battered cunt. At this point there was a relaxing, even calming rhythm to it, as my body and my mind were both absolutely satisfied. My body was doing precisely what nature had designed it for, taking as much sperm as possible into my womb, so the strongest would find my egg and give me a strong, healthy baby. Eventually I opened my eyes to find all the teenagers gone, and my husband curled up next to me in bed, an arm draped over my belly, just gazing at me.

I whispered to him, “we’re going to have a baby.” He just smiled and kissed me.

“I love you so goddamn much.”

“Even though I’m a dirty slut?”

He kissed me again. “Especially because you’re a dirty slut.”

“So you liked watching these guys breed me? No regrets?”

“None at all. I’d do it all over again. In fact, I plan on us doing it over again. How many kids do you want?”

I stifled a laugh. “You better be careful what you wish for. Because I might get hooked on these breeding parties. You could end up with a dozen little bastards running around.”

He patted my still-taut tummy. “You’re only fertile another fifteen more years or so. You think you can pop out twelve kids in that much time?”

“Is that a challenge?”

We both laughed. We kissed. We held each other. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, content and completely in love.

I slept for about 14 hours. My body had to recover from the previous day’s exertions. Every muscle was sore, and I was still sticky with sweat and cum and French vanilla. I’m sure I looked like hell, but Park was there kissing me sweetly. I wanted to stay in bed with him all morning (or afternoon, by that point), but my bladder was ready to burst. Once I had finished in the bathroom, I burst through the door, thrusting my tits out towards the room.

“Okay, who’s going to fuck me first!” As red and raw and swollen as my gash still was from the day before, I still wanted more dick.

“Oh, there’s plenty of time for that,” reassured my husband. “But we’ve got a few things to do first. For starters, breakfast.” For a bunch of teenagers, those guys knew how to put a spread together. Bacon, sausage, eggs, pancakes, biscuits, the works. Park fed me again, but instead of lying on my back, I spent the meal sitting on one of the guys’ laps, his cock eight inches deep while I ate.

It was a strange sensation, not really fucking, not really moving, just being impaled on his cock while I greedily licked handfuls of scrambled eggs from Park’s fingers. Once I started eating, I nearly forgot about the guy inside me. But after a few strips of bacon and a biscuit, my awareness of the phallus lodged in my abdomen slowly increased. I started to squeeze my pussy around his cock, clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing. While I did it, I picked up the biggest sausage on the table and started licking and sucking it like I was giving head. The guys murmured appreciatively. I started frigging my clit with one hand, and slowly lifted my hips off of him and started sliding up and down on his dick.

I looked up and realized that all eyes were on me. I made eye contact with one guy after another, watching them watch me, while the feeling inside me got more and more intense.

“I’m really… enjoying… breakfast!” I grunted out between thrusts. The guys all laughed, but I barely heard them, as an orgasm hit me like a truck.

I came to my senses and realized I was bent over the table, my head lying sideways in someone’s half-eaten scrambled eggs, and my breasts mashed into my plate of pancakes. “I think you need some syrup for those,” said Park, but instead of pouring syrup over the pancakes, he poured them over my tits. As he licked and sucked the sticky mess from my nipples, I felt the guy behind me lift me up off of his cock, as a river of sperm leaked out from between my legs. He put his hands around my waist, and passed me sideways to the guy to his left, and a second later I was impaled on his cock. Park never stopped licking the syrup off my titties while I bounced up and down on ten inches of rock hard flesh, and within five minutes, my breasts were clean and my cunt was a sticky mess.

I expected the guys to keep passing me all around the table, so all ten guys could take their turns filling up my womb. But the next guy scooped me up in his arms and carried me right out the front door! I panicked for a second, worried someone could see me, before I remembered we were in the middle of the woods. As we walked along, Park was at my ear.

“I’ve always fantasized about you fucking outside, completely exposed, on display to whoever walks by. And Jake here found the perfect spot.”

I couldn’t really see where we were going, just a canopy of leaves overhead, and trees on all sides. But after a few minutes of walking, Jake, whose strong arms were still holding me tight, suddenly dropped me on the ground at his feet. I braced myself for impact, but instead landed on something soft with a wet splat. I got my bearings and saw I was in the middle of a giant mud puddle! Black, sticky mud was already coating my ass, my legs, and my lower back. I looked up at my husband, a crowd of half-naked teenagers behind him.

“You really like me dirty, don’t you?”

He smiled at me lewdly. “The dirtier the better.”

I reached up for the nearest hard cock and gently pulled it towards me. “All right, Jake. Make me as filthy as you can. I wanna be a dirty, pregnant slut.” I rolled over onto my stomach, savoring the feeling of cool mud covering my naked body. I got up onto my hands and knees, and felt Jake’s cock stretching me out yet again. As he pounded me from behind, the athletic teen pushed me forward, first onto my elbows, then so my shoulders were touching the ground, and then flat on my belly, the mud squishing underneath me every time he thrust his cock into me. I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing my face down towards the sticky, wet ground. I didn’t resist at all. In fact, I let him rub my face in it, turning my head from side to side so that every part of my face was covered.

I felt the cock in me spurting, and once it withdrew, I turned back in the direction of the boys. I couldn’t really see much, as my whole face was caked with mud, but I looked in what I thought was Park’s direction. “Am I dirty enough for you now?” The guys cheered, but I wasn’t finished. “...because I can get dirtier.”

The cheering was out of control, as I grabbed another boy from the crowd, and pushed him onto his back into the mud. I straddled his cock, and then looked over my shoulder at Park.

“You haven’t touched me all weekend. Why don’t you put that cock of yours to good use. I haven’t done double penetration in a long time.” I actually never had, but the teenagers didn’t need to know that. In no time flat, one of my boys was flat on his back in the mud, as I lowered myself onto his hard, thick cock. I leaned forward as far as I could to give Park access to my little brown asshole. Before I knew it, he was sliding his dick into my bowels. It was kind of a shock to have an average-sized cock after being fucked all weekend by these monsters, but it was nice, too. I didn’t relish having my ass torn up by somebody’s nine inches.

Instead, I just savored that full feeling of having two dicks inside me at once. It was incredible, feeling them both moving around inside me at different speeds, leaving me feeling stretched to the fullest and utterly satisfied. Park held my hips and the other guy kneaded my muddy breasts, and I decided I had to do this more often. To my surprise, the teenager came first, coating my insides while Park continued to stretch out my tight little asshole. I clamped my pussy around his softening cock and didn’t let him go until Park shot his load into my ass.

To my shock, by that time, the dick in my pussy was hard again. So I just kept on riding it as Park’s soft cock slid out of my asshole. I enjoyed the difference in sensation — having a full pussy and an empty ass — for a minute or two, until I felt another cockhead press up against my asshole, starting to push its way in.

“No! Wait! You’re too big!” But whichever guy it was gently pushed his way in, and I stopped protesting. Sweat, and mud, and my husband’s sperm had me pretty well lubricated by that point, so it wasn’t painful like I thought it would be. Just a lot of pressure, as he slid in deeper and deeper, pressing against the cock in my cunt, the two of them rubbing together inside my body, just a thin membrane separating them both.

After enjoying the stretched-out feeling even longer, I remembered something else. “You’re supposed to come in my pussy! You’re supposed to be getting me pregnant!!!”

Everyone laughed. Park squeezed my hand. “Sweetie, if you’re not knocked up by now, you’re never going to be!” He was right, of course. By my count I had taken around fifty loads of hot seed in the past 36 hours, and I knew there was a lot more where that came from. When my egg dropped in a day or two, it was going to splash down in an ocean of sperm, each one of several million trying desperately to create a new life inside me. I suppose I could spare a few loads for my ass.

Which is exactly what I got. Because the guy in my pussy had only just come, he lasted for-fucking ever, so by the time he shot into me again, I had four loads dripping down my ass crack. I spent the rest of the afternoon that way, stuffed full of two big cocks, Park occasionally getting a turn with my ass. My only rule was, no cocks in my pussy that had been in my ass. The last thing I wanted was to get an infection.

By the time the last guy was spent, my pussy and ass were both numb, and I was covered from head to toe in sticky, brown mud. One of the teenagers scooped me up in his arms and carried me back to the cabin, keeping my ass elevated so the gallon or so of sperm in my pussy would have a chance to soak into my womb. The cabin had an outdoor shower, so when we got back, Park made me wait outside and watch as every guy took a turn getting clean, while I felt mud drying on my skin and cum slowly leaking from my ass. I didn’t take a turn. My husband wanted me dirty, so I was going to stay dirty.

Finally, I went inside and slept off the latest round of fucking. We had dinner when I woke up, and then each guy took another turn or two putting a load of his sperm as deep inside of me as possible. It was getting to be routine, getting fucked by all these guys. I wasn’t sure I could go back to just fucking one guy at a time after this.

But Sunday morning was my last chance, at least for now. I tried to savor every orgasm, every inch of every cock, every drop of seed my pussy greedily milked from every pair of balls that had slapped against my ass while I was bred again and again. But finally, it was over. While Park packed a few things up and the guys started to get dressed, I just lay in bed, hips elevated, savoring my sore pussy and the trickle of sperm still dripping from between my swollen lips. Every one of my boys kissed me goodbye passionately, most of them sucking on my nipples, or rubbing my pussy one last time. They gave me hickies on both sides of my neck, and love bites all around both breasts. Then the few guys who weren’t completely fucked out shot their last loads of white, sticky seed across my tits and my face. I didn’t make a move to clean it up, I just lay there, smiling, enjoying that feeling of cum coating my skin.

Finally, it was time to get up. I felt warm, slick cum sliding down my chin, my neck, between my breasts, down my belly. And of course there was a small river of the stuff running down my thighs. When I sat down in the car, I put one hand under my pussy just to catch the mess. Every so often when my hand would fill up, I’d rub the sticky mess all over my face and let it run down my front again.

I did that the whole ride home, while Park and I talked about how we felt. About me fucking so many guys. About how he felt watching, and participating. And about the baby we were going to have in nine months. The baby that was probably growing inside of me already. The baby who would never know who her father was. The baby who we’d be answering questions about for the rest of our lives. No, she isn’t adopted. Yes, another man got me pregnant. Yes, he was okay with it. Encouraged it. Watched it. I was overcome with feelings of guilt and excitement and shame and lust. I was going to feel that powerful cocktail of emotions for the next nine months, probably for the rest of my life, and to be honest, that’s why I went through with it. That and living out a fantasy most women would be scared to even admit having.

But I had lived it out. I was almost certainly pregnant, from a gangbang, and now we’d have to live with the consequences. But by the time we got to the house, we were both confident that neither of us had any regrets. We both wanted this. Every part of it.

Park left the car on the street again, and I was most of the way across the lawn before I realized I was walking around our suburban neighborhood in broad daylight, naked and cum-covered. I was so used to being both of those things it didn’t even occur to me to be embarrassed. It was going to be a big adjustment getting back into my normal life.

I guessed would start with going inside and taking a long, hot shower, and cleaning a weekend’s worth of mud, sweat, and sperm off my sore and spent body. But after Park swung the door open for me and I stepped into the living room, I got one more shock. There were people in my house. Lots of people.

“Surprise!” I saw Abhi’s smiling face, as her eyes ran up and down my body. My head swam, as I looked around the room and realized that most of my friends were here. Guys I’d fucked, girls Park had fucked, college friends, even some of my co-workers. And I was standing in front of them all naked, with mud and dried sperm caking my skin and obscene messages written all over me. I felt a knot form in my gut as my cheeks turned red. It was one thing to be naked in front of a bunch of teenagers I was only interested in for one reason. But these were people I knew!

Abhi looked like she was trying to decide if I was too sticky to hug. After a second, she said fuck it, and put her arms around me, my boobs rubbing against hers and getting mud—and probably worse—on her dress. “So how many times did you fuck? How big were their cocks? Do you know if you’re pregnant yet? Do you have a bunch of sperm in you right now?” Without any self-consciousness, she knelt down to inspect my pussy. “Oh my God, you’re still wide open!” She was right—my sex was sore, red, and still gaping a bit. She probably could have slid two of her fingers right into me, and the way things were going, I half expected her to. “You must have been so stretched out! I bet it felt amaaaaaazing.” I could see the sparkle in her eyes, like she was getting wet just thinking about it. But how excited Abhi was wasn’t the first thing on my mind.

I grabbed Park’s arm. “All these people… why… what were you thinking?”

He just smiled. “In a few months, your belly’s going to be swelling up and every one of these people are going to know you’re pregnant, so no point in hiding that. And let’s face it, how you got that way wasn’t going to stay a secret forever. I know how much you like to brag about your conquests…” He took one of my nipples between his fingers and twisted it gently. “And being naked in front of everybody? Well, I figured why not have some more fun?”

“You fucking asshole.” But I was smiling at him. I couldn’t help myself. My husband loved me, and sometimes he knew what I wanted better than I did. He turned me around to face the room, held both of my wrists and spread my arms so there was no covering up my muddy, spermy, bruised tits.

“So. Who wants to hear how my slutty, sexy, beautiful wife fucked a whole roomful of guys and got pregnant?” A cheer went up from the crowd, and I realized I had no choice but to go along with it. I recounted every scandalous detail, and I realized what Park had known in advance. It was humiliating being naked and dirty in front of my closest friends, admitting to every slutty, deviant thing I had done. And I loved every second of it.

And so did my friends! Sure, a lot of people there were shocked, but for most of them, the shock wore off and they were excited to hear the details. More than a few of the girls couldn’t hide their jealousy, and two even asked me if I could set them up with the same guys! I ended up spending a few hours drinking, eating, telling stories, answering some very, very personal questions, still naked the whole time. Finally, one of my co-workers mentioned he had to be up for work in the morning. I had almost forgotten about work. I felt momentary panic rising in my throat.

“Abhi…?” I grabbed her arm. “Wasn’t all the henna supposed to wear off after a couple of days? I have to go back to work!” I held up my arm, where it read, ‘fill me with your seed.’

Abhi gave me a mischievous smile. “Did I say one to three days? I meant one to three weeks. Oopsie!”

I wanted to punch her, but I was too shocked to move. “I can’t go into work like this! I can’t go out of the house like this! What the fuck am I supposed to do?!?”

Abhi couldn’t wipe the shiteating grin off her face. Behind her, I saw my husband smirking at my predicament. I didn’t know which one of them to be madder at. But my co-worker Jason interrupted.

“You know, Lucy, like a third of the office is here now. This party’s not going to be a big secret. And it’s not like we’re a law firm. Who’s going to object?” He had a point. I worked for a tech startup; it was the least uptight office you could imagine. Tattoos and piercings and multicolored hair and all that kind of shit. The owner of the company was only 28, so there weren’t any old people who would have a heart attack at the sight of me. Still, I’d never, ever live this down.

Then again, I’d be popping out a little bastard that didn’t look like my husband in nine months, so there’d be a lot of things I’d never live down. Jason saw I was at least thinking things over.

“Just own it. Act like it’s a statement—like you did the Slut Walk or something, just to make a point about owning your sexuality or whatever. If you don’t act ashamed, I don’t think people are going to shame you. Not our people, anyway. You obviously had a good time fucking all those guys. You two are obviously excited about getting a baby out of the experience. Just be out and proud about it.”

So I was. I figured if I was in it this far, I may as well go the whole nine. So I wore short shorts, and a midriff-baring tank top. Plenty of girls went into our office showing that much skin. Pretty much none of them had “put a baby in me” written across her cleavage. And Park insisted that if I was showing off my henna slogans, I should leave my back almost completely uncovered. I didn’t see it until we got home, but all weekend, my back had read, “this dirty slut needs to be filled with so much cum she has triplets.” The back of my shirt only covered the last three words. Park liked that even better.

So, nervous as all hell, I went into work with a big smile on my face, announcing, “I’m pregnant!” I waited a beat, and added, “And I have no idea who the father is!” That got everyone’s attention. But as people gathered around and I told everyone the story, I realized Jason was right. If I was confident enough about it, people were actually kind of impressed. Of course, it didn’t hurt that I told the story as if getting knocked up in a gangbang with a bunch of strangers was what every little girl dreamed of growing up. I mean, isn’t it?

Based on my friends’ reactions, I started to realize that plenty of women harbor some pretty wild fantasies, but hold back because they’re worried about what people will think, or about what the consequences might be. So seeing me not give a fuck what people think, and seeing Park and I embrace the consequences, must have been emboldening to a lot of those fantasies.

My girlfriends’ fascination — and even outright jealousy — only increased as my belly started to swell with an unknown teenage boy’s baby. More than one girl asked me to set her up with her own gangbang. But some stubborn, perverse part of me refused to do it unless they were willing to take things as far as I did, and fuck all of those guys unprotected. Why should they get all the thrills I got without any consequences? Besides, knowing I was being bred by those guys was the biggest thrill of all. I wasn’t going to let any other girl half-ass it. And to be honest, it was fun watching Abhi, a few of my co-workers, even my own sister wrestle with their fears and desires. A surprising number of women I knew wanted to go through with it, and didn’t at the same time. I used to rub my bare, swollen belly, while telling one girl or another how much she’d love taking on all those guys, and how magical being pregnant was. There was nothing better than seeing the conflicted emotions on another girl’s face, when it was clear she wanted what I had so badly, but couldn’t bring herself to admit it. I’d just rub my belly and smile, and watch them squirm.

Of course, mine weren’t the only hands on my belly. Park couldn’t tear himself away. He couldn’t keep his hands off my round, ripe stomach, he couldn’t keep his mouth off of my firm, swollen titties, and he couldn’t keep his dick out of my slutty, adulterous, pregnant pussy. I loved it. I had fucked a roomful of guys in front of my husband, let them knock me up while he watched, and he was more in love with me than ever. The sex we were having was so good, I barely fucked any other guys the whole nine months. And he didn’t so much as look at another girl. He was obsessed. I loved flaunting my pregnant body, parading around the house naked, taunting my husband about the fact that he couldn’t get me pregnant and that we have no idea who did. Teasing him about how much he had enjoyed watching other men breed his wife. Promising that he was going to get to watch me do it again and again, and that our house was going to be full of babies that looked nothing like him. It became a game, to see how long I could torment him until he pinned me down and slammed his cock into me.

I flaunted my body to the rest of the world too, of course. Even after the writing had faded from my body, I found myself wearing short maternity skirts to work and tank tops that barely covered my boobs, let alone my belly. And I absolutely loved rubbing in other people’s faces that I had no idea who the father was, that there were ten candidates, and I didn’t know the names of a single one. That I didn’t know whether the baby would be half-black or -white was just the icing on the cake.

Park took so many naked pictures of me while I was pregnant. And not those ones where the woman’s coyly covering up her breasts, or hiding behind some gauzy number so you can’t see anything. All of them featured my firm, milk-swollen tits. Most of them showed my puffy, pink pussy. In some, I’m arching my back, to better show off my sexy baby bump. In some, I’m on all fours, oversized pregnancy boobs hanging down along with my round belly. In some, I’m on all fours while Park fucks me from behind. And in others, I’m in basically every position imaginable while Park fucks me. Did I mention how much my husband loved fucking me while I was pregnant with another man’s baby?

I sent every single picture to Abhi. Usually with a caption along the lines of, “this could be you! All you have to do is say the word!” So finally, she said the word. I think I was more excited than she was. I was going to watch my best friend be impregnated by the same guys who put me in the club! How many girls can say that?

We rented the same cabin, got the same group of guys. The stuff she wrote on my body was practically PG compared to the stuff I wrote on her. I took so many pictures of her getting fucked. I took so much video. I sucked so many dicks, getting them hard so they could fuck a baby into my friend. I didn’t fuck even one of those guys, but it was still one of the sexiest weekends of my life. And there was something about being there, eight months pregnant, as proof of what was going to happen. The whole time she was being gangbanged, Abhi could see my full, gravid belly, and know without a doubt she’d be the same shape by springtime. We shared a bond that I can’t imagine too many women out there have ever shared.

We had the same kind of party when we came back. Her naked and covered in cum, me naked with “Abhi in eight months” written across my belly. (With a Sharpie. Her writing was going to last two weeks, but I didn’t have to do that shit again) This time both of us told our friends how wonderful the experience was. This time our friends were just a bit less able to hide their eagerness. I knew it wouldn’t be long before someone else took a turn.

A week after a pregnancy test confirmed that Abhi was in the club, I went into labor. We decided not to tell the hospital staff in advance, so we could savor the shocked expressions when Park handed me a beautiful, healthy girl with pinkish skin and light brown hair. And then his embarrassment when he told them all he knew he wasn’t the father, and that we had no idea what name to put on the birth certificate, just that it was one of half a dozen white teenagers. The black guys didn’t feel bad for long, though, as a few months later it turned out one of them got Abhi. And by that point, one of her friends was three months along. We actually had an unbroken chain of pregnancies going for years. Not every girl caught the first time, but no one complained if they had to go back for seconds or thirds! Even the breeding parties I didn’t get to watch in person gave me a thrill, knowing I had started this trend, and in some way, I was responsible for those babies coming into this world. Or at least, for them not knowing who their fathers were.

We had a lot to explain to a lot of people in the coming years, especially when, two years later, we decided to do it again. I decided, since I already had a reputation for being a fearlessly dirty slut, I should do the sluttiest thing I could, and make sure the second baby looked nothing like the first one. Park suggested we only invite the black guys from the first gangbang, but I loved the idea of not even knowing the baby’s race beforehand. So we did invite them, but we also got a Latin guy who had worked his way into my regular rotation of lovers, and he brought a bunch of friends.

The black guys were outraged when the baby was born with straight hair and was clearly half-Latino. But I was secretly pleased. I liked fucking those guys, and I was eager to give them another chance. In the meantime, they bred Abhi again — she decided she wanted her second baby to look like the first, even if the odds were overwhelming they’d have different fathers.

And those black guys finally got me three years later, when Park told me I was going to be bred for a third time. I loved that he put it that way — he didn’t ask if I was ready for another baby. He just handed me a giftwrapped card, like he had the first time, and firmly stated, “you’re going to be bred again.” He knew I wasn’t going to say no.

By that point, everyone who knew me knew me as a shameless dirty slut, so it was no surprise when the baby didn’t look like my first two. The only surprise was black or Indian, as we got Abhi’s cousin to get a bunch of guys together so we’d still have some suspense with this pregnancy. The black guys finally got me, and we had a celebratory gangbang when I was six months along, just those guys, and Park watching and filming, of course.

We spent a few years debating whether to have one more kid, and four years after our third was born, we set up one last breeding party. I was 37, and felt like I didn’t have much time left if I did want to get pregnant again. Plus, it was the tenth anniversary of the first breeding party. So we made an occasion of it. We brought Abhi, and every other friend of ours who had been bred in the cabin, to watch it happen. Most of the other women had only gone through with it once, then had babies with their husbands (or went back to having babies with their husbands). Abhi was one of the few repeat customers, but after getting knocked up twice by black teenagers, she married an older white guy and had two babies for him. So I realized that, having my fourth breeding party, deliberately trying for very different fathers for all of my children — I was somewhat of a hero to the girls who had only done it once.

We brought the Indian guys back, and this time the other half of the room were Korean. For my first few breeding sessions, we had consciously avoided any potential father who looked like Park. But I started to like the idea of people seeing our youngest child, saying, “you finally let your husband get you pregnant?” and me saying, “nope. It’s some other guy.” As always, Park was just happy to have such a sexy wife, and he was willing to go along with anything.

So I fucked another group of guys, this time with other women cheering me on. Two of the women were pregnant — one by her husband (sadly), but the other was the previous woman to be bred in the cabin. She was about seven months along, really starting to swell, and every guy touched her belly for luck before they tried to put me in the same condition. By the time the first guy came in my fertile pussy, the women had all stripped one by one. All of the guys who weren’t on duty fondled pussies, asses, breasts, and pregnant bellies while they waited their turn to plant their seed in my unprotected womb.

The second morning, as I was getting fucked by one of the guys, I saw Abhi watching us, and she was practically drooling with lust. I realized I was being selfish, having all of this cock to myself. I reached out and squeezed her hand. “You want a turn?”

I expected her to be demure, say “no, it’s your big day,” something like that. Instead her eyes lit up. “Oh my God, yes!” 30 seconds later she was naked, on her back, right next to me in the bed, as the nearest guy slid his cock into her as she squealed with delight. The bed shook as our two guys fucked us in rhythm. I found myself watching Abhi intently, watching the intense look of lust and satisfaction on her face as her pussy was stretched out. She looked back at me, and we just stared into each other’s eyes, gasping with pleasure, knowing each one knew exactly what the other one was feeling at that moment. Both of us had a stranger’s cock in our deepest recesses. As the fucking intensified, and the feelings of lust and emotion became ever more powerful, something else struck me. We had both been impregnated in this bed in turn. And right now, she was just as fertile as I was. We were both being bred, side by side. I held her hand.

“Knock me up,” I said breathlessly. “I want a baby inside me. Make me pregnant.” I said it to the guy fucking me, but I never broke eye contact with my best friend. She understood.

In between gasps, Abhi started moaning loudly. “Breed me. Breed me. Give me your baby. Make my belly swell.”

I squeezed her hand harder. “Knock us both up. Fill our fertile wombs with your cum. Breed these two dirty sluts. Breed us both.”

I barely got the last few words out as my body was wracked by a powerful orgasm. As I came down, Abhi kissed me. She slowly withdrew her tongue from my mouth, and whispered in a trembling voice, “I want to be bred like an animal. I want to go home to my husband with a baby growing in me. I want to be a knocked up slut again.”

This time I kissed her. “I know,” I said. I kissed her some more. We were experiencing this together. We were both dirty sluts together. Our bellies were going to swell in unison. We were going to raise two children together knowing they had been conceived at the same time, in the same bed, by the same group of strangers.

The two of us continued to make out and play with each other’s breasts until finally, I felt the cock inside me stiffen, and heard the man fucking Abhi start moaning a minute later, as we both got filled with potent sperm. The guys withdrew and we both caught our breath. I smiled at my friend.

“Looks like you’re having another baby too! What’s your husband going to say?”

She had a shit-eating grin on her face. “Oh, he’s going to fucking kill me!” She lifted her head, and her smile got even wider. “Looks like I won’t be the only one!”

I had been so wrapped up in fucking I hadn’t looked around the room. Things had turned into a full-fledged orgy. Seven other women had turned up to watch my final breeding, and now every one of them had a cock inside of her. One woman was lying on the couch, while another was bent over the side of it. One was flat on her back on the kitchen table, one was fucking a guy in a chair. One of the pregnant women was riding her young stud cowgirl style, the other was taking it doggy style right on the wood floor. And the smallest, lightest girl was being lifted up by one of the more athletic Indian guys, who stayed standing, her legs wrapped around his back as he slid her up and down on his cock.

That gave me a special thrill, as that petite girl was my sister. Every other woman in the room had been bred in this same cabin at some point in the past. But while Molly loved hearing my stories, and loved fantasizing, she had stayed respectable, marrying in her mid-20s, having two kids, and staying faithful. She told me she thought about my breeding parties a lot, but could never go through with it. I guess something changed her mind.

Even as another cock slid into me, and I felt the bed shake next to me as Abhi took on another man, I couldn’t keep my eyes off my little sister. I knew she wasn’t on the pill, her husband had had a vasectomy. And he was black, so who knows how he’d react to a half-Indian baby. Or a fully Asian one. But Molly was lost in the moment. I knew that feeling well. I watched her lithe, slender body tense as she slid up and down on a stranger’s cock, feeling her pussy stretch to accommodate him, knowing she was completely fertile and unprotected. She orgasmed just as the guy holding her up pulled her close and started filling up her womb with his sperm. There was no going back now. I glanced over and saw Park staring at her as intently as I had, erection in his hand. I knew at a glance he was painfully hard watching his little sister-in-law getting bred.

I didn’t get to talk to her until much later, after every guy was too exhausted to get it up, and we girls all ended up on the bed together in a pile of sweaty, spermy naked bodies. My sister ended up right next to me.

“So, I thought you couldn’t go through with it! And I thought you were done having babies!”

She gave me the same answer all of the women eventually did. “Fuck it. Why should you have all the fun?” Once they saw Abhi throw caution to the wind, it was impossible not to do the same. Everyone was just too turned on, and no one wanted to be left out. For the next two days, it was a free-for-all. Even Park joined in for the first time, although he only fucked the two women who were already pregnant, saying the rest of us needed only fertile sperm. If any of the women was having second thoughts, she kept it to herself. Or was too busy fucking to stop and think about it. We fucked in the cabin, on the front porch, in the woods, in the big mud pit (which was still there and was a staple of breeding parties), and all of it being filmed by whichever guys weren’t fucking at the moment. We have a photo I blew up and framed and put on my bedroom wall, of all nine of us, naked, covered in mud to varying degrees, lined up arm in arm against the cabin wall. A rainbow of skin tones, hairstyles, shape and sizes. Two round pregnant bellies, reminding us what was in store for the rest of us. It was a bonding moment I’ll never forget.

But after two days, everyone was fucked out and we had to leave the cabin, maybe for the last time. I was emotional at never doing this again, at never having any more kids after the one I was sure was already growing in my womb. But my friends and my sister were all there, going through the same emotions with me. That meant a lot.

And, of course, we had the after-party to go to. I’m not sure any of the guests were expecting nine filthy, naked women to stroll in. There were some angry husbands, and some excited husbands, and some husbands who were both at once. But for each woman, the fact remained, there was no going back. Every couple would have to work it out one way or another.

For the two women who were already pregnant, it ended up not being that big a deal — one last fling before they were back to sleepless nights and dirty diapers. And for three more, it wasn’t a big deal because their periods came within the next two weeks. But I was knocked up again. So was my best friend. So was my sister. I couldn’t have been happier. A fourth woman, Aisha, was in the club as well. Her first and third kids were her husband’s, and her second was from a gangbang. She got lucky that time, as one of the white guys got her, and she could pass off the kid as her husband’s. But not this time.

In the end, all of the husbands could deal. Abhi’s knew what she was like when they got married, so he hardly registered surprised when she told him she got knocked up at the party. Molly’s was outraged at first, but with some coaxing, he admitted he had fantasized about her getting pregnant the way I always did, and they had nine months of wild sex reliving the experience. Aisha’s husband wanted a big ****** but she had insisted on stopping at three before lust got the best of her in the cabin. So he agreed to forgive her if he could get her pregnant one or two more times himself. Everyone wound up happy.

In fact, the only couple who had problems was me and Park! We had gone back and forth for so long about whether to have a fourth kid, and now we were going to have a fifth! I was pregnant with twins! Although I knew raising two babies with three elementary-school-age kids already in the house was going to be an ordeal for everyone involved, I was determined to enjoy my pregnancy to the fullest. And “fullest” was the operative word, as my belly was enormous. I swear my tummy was starting to bulge by the second month. And by six months, I looked like I was already ready to give birth. By eight, I could barely stand up. My swollen stomach was ready to overwhelm my usually-slender frame. And my usually pert boobs were like cantaloupes, spilling out of every shirt I owned. My hips were wider, my ass was rounder—I had curves for miles in every direction. I had never felt so sexy. Which worked out, as Park was wild with lust at the sight of me, and managed to get his dick into me every time we had ten minutes away from the kids.

Finally, I was ready to push out two more babies. My last two. As usual, I had spent the whole pregnancy wondering the race of the father. I thought Indian; Park was leaning towards Asian. Turns out, we were both right! I got one of each! I had so much sperm inside me that two different guys fertilized my eggs. Deep in my slutty little heart I couldn’t have asked for a better surprise!