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Subject: {ASSM} Bred (MC, Mdom, wife, preg)
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Author: Homer Vargas, Jenny, Sakka
Title: Bred
Part:
Universe
Summary: A snooty, childless career woman, her
frustrated husband, his resentful brother and his
ever-pregnant wife.  Everyone lives happily ever after
<evil chuckle>
Keywords: MC, Mdom, wife, preg 
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
First Posted 10/14/01
Last Edited 12/17/01

Bred (MC, Mdom, wife, preg)
By Jenny
jdsjett@webtv.net

re-scripted by
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com

with additions by
Sakka
Sakka66@aol.com

This is an expanded and (we hope improved) version of
the story "Bred by My Brother-In-Law" posted to Dark
Wanderer by Jenny.  A comparison will show this is
still Jenny's story.  HV has inserted some explanatory
details and added dialogue.  After posting of the
expanded story, Sakka made some additional suggestions
and added text that make the story even better, we
think.

*****
It all started out harmlessly enough.  Ken and Suzie
were over at our house having dinner -- again!  I
never particularly liked these occasions.  Ken was
resentful of my husband's success in business while he
had remained strictly blue collar and he tried to hide
his envy by constantly making off-color jokes and
little references to their working class origins.  My
husband Jack, on the other hand, just liked his older
brother, no matter, and paid no attention to the
jibes.  I, however, couldn't help but bristle.  Ken
was aware of, and reciprocated my dislike for him by
making jokes at my expense.  Tonight he was on one of
his favorite subjects.

"So, Jack-boy, when are you going to be puttin' a bun
in the cute little oven of that prissy little girl you
married?  I'll guarantee you, the lovin' gets a whole
lot better when a girl's got your baby in her, making
her belly swell!  They just can't get enough of the
cock that put a baby in 'em, idn't that right, honey?"
 He grinned and reached over to pat the prominent
bulge in Suzie's tummy.  Suzie just giggled and
snuggled closer to Ken.  "Guess that's one reason I'll
be going for number four as soon as Suzie pops this
one for me!"

Jack just laughed.  "Katherine is up for junior
partner this year, Ken.  Not a good time to be
starting a family.  Besides she's is not really the
'mommy type.'"

I was grateful that Jack was sticking up for me,
although I knew that part of him DID wish I stayed
home cooking, cleaning and taking care of a houseful
of babies, as his mother had done for his father and
his seven brothers and sisters.  I knew, too, he
wished I'd meet him at the door each night eager for
him to fuck my brains out.  If I did, though, the same
could happen to me as to MY mother.  She had trained
for years as an architect, delaying her career "for a
year or two" after shemarried, only to see the arrival
of one baby after another - six more after me --
ultimately derail her plans for a career.

I had inherited her wide hips and ample bosom and I
was probably just as fertile.  I was afraid even one a
drop of semen at the wrong time would knock me up.  I
loved to fuck, as Mom must have, but worrying so much
about getting pregnant ruined Jack's and my
lovemaking.  Not being able to take the Pill was
another inheritance from Mom.

In fact, the more success I had as a lawyer, the more
cautious I became.  Even with rubbers, I seldom let
Jack fuck me within a week of my "danger zone." 
Subtracting out my menses (Jack's problem not mine
<sigh>) and the uncertainties of a rather irregular
period, there weren't many nights I could relax and
just get fucked.  Nor -- knowing how easily I get
turned on -- could I risk giving Jack head or letting
him eat me in between times.

Of course, I didn't want to be a tease; I tried to
keep Jack from getting too wound up when I wasn't
going to be able to satisfy him.  I started dressing
more conservatively, seldom showing off my long legs
and nice boobs in the frilly blouses, miniskirts, and
strappy heels he loved.  Fearing my own romantic
reactions, I steered us away from candlelight dinners,
wild parties, and going out dancing.  I avoided
wearing the sexy lingerie and sleepwear that Jack kept
gaving me for our anniversary and Valentine's Day and
I had to be pretty careful about snuggling up close at
night; it would have been too cruel.  In a word, I
steered clear of all those things that the women's
magazines advise for putting the "spark" into your
marriage.  I didn't want any sparks starting a fire I
could not control.

Ken roared in laughter at Jack's comment.  "Katie not
the 'mommy type?'  ANY woman is the 'mommy type'
Jack-boy, once she's getin' fucked properly."  Jack
rolled his eyes; at least he got that insult.  "Maybe
you're not be doin' a good enough job on Miss Society
Girl.  I'd say ole Katie'd be a regular baby factory
once you go her going.  Look at those hips!  Plenty of
room in there for twins or even triplets.  And those
hooters, man, that girl could produce enough milk to
feed quadruplets.  How about it, Sis?"  He leered at
me, knowing how I hated for him to call me "Sis" or
"Katie."  "Doesn't my caveman brother throw you down
and fuck you 'til you don't know or care whether he's
knockin' you up or not?"

"Now look here, Ken," Jack said; "that's out of line."

"Sorry.  Just my honest opinion."

I was fuming, meanwhile, feeling my hatred for Ken
burning in my chest.  I was actually glad Jack was
mad, too, but -- unfortunately -- he calmed down later
when Ken apologized and promised to come around --
while Jack was gone on a business trip -- and help me
clean up the garage.  I tried to wave off that
suggestion -- furtively raising my hands in an "X"
behind Ken's back -- but Jack didn't seem to notice.

When Ken and Suzie finally left that night, I helped
Jack pack and the next morning I kissed him good bye
for two weeks.  Knowing we might miss the next "safe"
window I decided to risk getting a couple of condoms
ready, hoping to get a nice "good-bye" fuck that
morning, but Jack was in a hurry and left me feeling
pretty horny.  Of course, I knew that wasn't the only
reason; I was always horny in the middle of my cycle.

//Damn that Ken,// I thought, remembering what he'd
said about me; //I feel so fucking horny...!// It
annoyed me that Ken had my number; Mother Nature had
given me a body made for making babies and a libido to
make sure I had lots of opportunities.  I got out the
vibrator once I was alone, but it just made me
hornier; I felt like I had an itch I couldn't scratch.
 Obviously, Mother Nature didn't agree with my brain's
decision to wait about making babies.

Later that day, Ken came over.  He was actually well
behaved at first.  Together, we cleaned out the
garage, and he carried a lot of our junk up to the
attic.  It was kind of weird; although I didn't really
like Ken, I wore a tight T-shirt, shorts, and strappy
white high-heeled sandals -- exactly the kind of thing
I never wore for Jack.  I don't think I was actively
trying to be a tease -- it was probably just my cycle,
making me a little crazy -- but I sure got Ken's
attention.  Several times, I caught him glancing at my
breasts, and nice long legs.

"How about a drink?" Ken suggested around lunchtime 
"I brought some sherry."

"Hmm.  I like sherry," I admitted; "how old is it?"

"Ten years."

"Must be expensive."

"Aren't you worth it," Ken grinned, feigning to put
the bottle back in its bag.

"I'm worth it," I said -- with a whine that actually
surprised me.  Wound up tight as I was, I enjoyed a
nice sherry or cognac now and then.  Obviously, it was
something Jack had let slip.

"I guess we'll see," Ken said, taking the bottle out
again.  While Ken poured some glasses, I put out some
chips and sandwiches, and both of us sat down on
opposite sides of the bar in the middle of the
kitchen.  We were talking about nothing at all, but I
got a tingle seeing him glancing at my chest as we
ate.  The fortified wine went right to my head; I
actually felt pretty good, knowing I was turning him
on.  The sherry must have been older, than he said --
probably as old as I was -- perfectly blended with
aromatic gushes of fruitiness.  I drank two or was it
four glasses, and felt the numb happiness of
intoxication slowly come over me.  I no longer knew
what Ken was talking about.  Down between my thighs, I
could feel my pussy getting wet.

"You okay, Sis?"  Ken asked.

I tried to concentrate -- but I just ended up laughing
when I tried to keep a straight face.  I twisted my
feet in my sandals -- the high heels hooked over the
rungs of my barstool -- and felt completely silly. 
"Tha's...good sherry," I admitted, drunkenly,
"but...it mus' be more 'n than ten years old."

"Yes; it cost me more than you probably make in an
hour."

"Tha's...a lot."

"Yes, I'm sure it is, but then as you said, you are
'worth it!'"  Ken said ominously, suddenly standing up
and walking around the bar.  Although I hadn't
realized it, he hadn't been drinking nearly as much as
I.

"I can't stand up," I said, trying to lift my heels
over the rung of the barstool.  Ken just smiled,
kneeling down to unbuckle my sandals.  Coming loose
from my feet, they hit the floor -- 'clunk...clunk'. 
Then Ken stood to face me, reaching right out to cup
and squeeze my boobs.

"Boy that stuff works fast."

"Wha' are you talking 'bout," I asked sluggishly.

"Just the drug I put in your drink, Sis," he grinned. 
"They said it might take another half hour to hit you.
 I should have known a hottie like you would react
faster." he replied pulling me closer and nuzzling my
neck.

"Drug?"  I asked stupidly.

"Yes, just a little something to loosen up my
in-control sister-in-law and let out the sleepy, horny
little girl," he replied taking firmer control of the
breast he was molesting.

"What do you think you're doing...?"  I asked.

"I think I'm going to fuck my horny little
sister-in-law," he said, leaning in close to nuzzle my
neck.

"No, no!"  I tried to protest, but Ken just laughed.

"If you're not horny, Katie, why are your big boobs so
hard?"  I hadn't even realized when he put his hands
inside my blouse.  "Do you always get turned on so
easily?" he taunted.

"No, it's just that ..."  I gasped as he continued his
attack.  I wanted to stop him -- to scream, and cry
out "No!"  -- but my arms were lead-heavy, and offered
no resistance.  Shocked, inside my own skull, I
watched him reach around to unfasten my D-cup bra,
then felt my breasts fall loose and heavy on my chest.

"Those are some nice tits," Ken said, cupping them
both in his hands, then pausing to bend down and suck
on my nipples; "Made for sucking."

"What...?  No...!"

"Do you want me to stop?"  Ken asked, rubbing my
nipples with his thumbs; "If you want me to stop, why
are your nipples so hard?"  By then, I was pretty well
creaming my shorts; I was horny as hell, and desperate
to get fucked.  //But, no -- !// I thought; //not with
HIM...!//

"Why do you keep fighting it, Katie?"  Ken said.  "You
must be really horny to let your own brother-in-law
feel you up like this.  It does feel good, though,
doesn't it, Sis?"

"Oh, yes...!"  I gasped, grabbing his arms.

"I thought so.  But maybe we should really make sure."

"Make sure?"

"Yeah, Katie baby!  Let's see how wet you are," Ken
just grinned.  Reaching down he grabbed my shorts and
started to slide them slowly off my hips.  Despite
myself, I helped him -- lifting my butt off the
barstool.  But he didn't stop with my shorts; as those
fell down around my ankles, he slid off my panties as
well, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable
before him.  "Oh, you're a drippy little thing," Ken
said, rubbing my pussy with his fingers, then slipping
his middle finger into my hole.  "You're all gooey
inside, like a pussy that needs a prick."  I gasped
with pleasure, looking helplessly into his eyes. 
"Fuckin' A, girl -- you're leaking like a sieve!  I
guess ole Jackie-boy didn't give you any cock this
morning, did he?  This poor pussy must need some help,
eh?"

"Uuu No!"  I was trying to fight the feelings, but
Ken's hand on my nipple and the other in my pussy was
driving me crazy.  

"If he knew what a hot little piece of ass you are,
he'd have you knocked up higher than a kite!"

"Please, please stop!  Why are you doing this to me?" 
I cried.

"Well, it might be that I'm a nice guy who knows
you're a horny little slut who isn't getting the hard
dirty sex you need from my respectful little brother."
 His fingers in my cunt had me on the verge of orgasm.
 I could hardly think.  "I mean, that's what you are,
right Katie?  A slut?  Would a cool career woman and
proper wife be just about to come on a thick finger in
her hot fuck hole?"

"Noooo!"  I moaned, needing him to push me just a
little further.

"Would a nice society girl beg someone besides her
husband to make her come with his hand?"

"Noooooooo" I moaned longer and louder.

I tried to focus -- to think of something that would
scare him off.  "Don't do this, Ken," I said -- even
as he rubbed my creaming pussy, "I could swear out a
complaint against you so fast, it would make your head
spin..."

"Oh, the feisty lawyer!"

"I'm-(unph!) -- not kidding!  This is battery...  Ah!"
 His hand hadn't left my pussy as I spoke

"So you want me to stop?"  Ken asked, slowing his
caress of my clit.  "You don't need this?"  Suddenly
his finger was still.  I felt my heart racing, and
blood draining from my face; he had me, and he knew
it.

"Oh...please...!"

"You know you're a slut, Katie.  Beg me for it!"

I was crazy with lust; I would have said anything,
just to keep him going.  "Oh God, Ken...please, please
...!"

"'Please' what, Katie?"

"Please let me come!"  I begged.  "I didn't mean it --
I won't tell anyone...!"

"I know you won't!  Now, show me what a slut you are. 
Do it!"  he barked.  "You see, I'm not a 'nice guy!'! 
I am sick of you looking down your nose at me and my
wife 'cause she is a hot, stay-at-home mommy for our
two and a half kids while you think you're too good to
give my wimpy ass brother even one baby.  So, if you
want to come as bad as I think you do, that's gonna
change."

Then -- to my utter surprise -- he scooped me up off
the barstool, and lifted me into his arms.  I was
terrified but aroused- he was obviously bent on some
kind of payback -- and I was still too high from the
drugged liquor to resist whatever he might have
planned.

Carrying me up to my bed, he settled me on top of the
bedspread, then leaned over me to handcuff my wrists
to the bedposts.  I was quaking.  Ken left me for a
moment to strip off his clothes -- but worry gave way
to embarrassment when I noticed a video camera,
already set up and running on its tripod. 
Triumphantly, Ken returned to the bed, hovering over
my naked body.  "Before I finish, you little slut," he
said, "you're going to beg me to make a baby in you. 
I'm going to make a tape of this afternoon, and an
edited version will make sure you keep as many babies
as I put in your belly."  Incomprehension must have
passed over my face.  "Yes, 'as many;'" he grinned. 
"What I put in your drink was a fertility drug. 
Getting cool little lawyers hot is just a pleasant
side effect."

Finishing removing my blouse he said, "Let's see those
tits you always are hiding form Jack."

"No...!"  I cried, twisting against my restraint.  My
brain, meanwhile, was only just grasping the magnitude
of his plan.  //My God,// I thought, //he's going to
knock me up, then blackmail me into keeping his
baby!// "Oh God, Ken," I screamed, "please don't make
me do this!  I'll suck you off -- I'll make it good --
I'll make you come!"

"Indeed you will, Sis, in due time.  Now just shut
up," Ken said, pushing my knees apart.  Practically
feeling the bulls-eye on my womb, I watched him bend
over me again, then start to kiss my tits and belly. 
I went wild, well aware that my cunt was drooling with
hunger.  He rubbed my pussy again, then lowered his
head between my legs to suck and lap at my
juice-slathered hole.  I'd never allowed Jack to eat
me, fearing the loss of control, but now I had no
choice.  "Ah, fuck!"  I cried, helplessly feeling his
tongue take me over the edge to a climax.  Like a
raging fire, pleasure swept through my pelvis and
abdomen, and I tried to thrust my hips against his
face, even as he ate me to orgasm after orgasm. 
Finally -- thankfully -- he let me rest.

With his face wet with my cum, he looked up at me
triumphantly.  "Wound up enough, little girl?"  he
taunted.  "I think I can lose the handcuffs ... 
you're not going anywhere."  A moment later, he
unfastened the cuffs, then returned to my pussy.  I
was startled -- I didn't think he'd go at it again. 
Involuntarily I wrapped my legs around his head,
clawing at his hair with my fingers.  "Oh, fuck!"  I
said; "you're making me come...!"  My climax was all
the harder knowing a camera was watching us --
watching a young lawyer being reduced to a rutting
woman getting just what she had denied so long she
needed.  I wailed as his tongue stabbed into my
overheated pussy, and nearly passed out from one long
continuous orgasm.

While I was still recovering from my fourth (?)
orgasm, Ken slid around so his hips were over my head,
and I soon found his cock in my mouth.  It was nice --
a seven-inch baby-maker, bigger than Jack's, and
oozing pre-cum.  I could feel its warmth when I
started to suck it, something I hadn't done for a man
since Jack and I were dating.  Feeling my lips and
tongue on his shaft, Ken humped his hips to fuck my
mouth.  I wondered if I could sate him or make him
incapable of knocking me up.  I hoped so and gave him
all I had, bobbing my head up and down beneath his
dangling shaft, and trying to pull all the dangerous
sperm from his heavy-hanging nut-sack.  He gave me as
good as he got in the meantime -- licking and sucking
at my puss -- but soon I could tell he was going to
come.  "Oh, fuck," he said, stiffening; "swallow it,
bitch -- if you don't want Hubby to find out."

Suddenly, I felt him start to come -- squirting across
my tongue --  and I winced as I tried to keep sucking
him.  I really did feel like a slut now -- rivers of
spunk poured into my mouth, creamy-thick and bitter --
and I finally had to take his cock out of my mouth so
I could swallow his load.  It felt slimy, sliding down
my throat, but I swallowed every drop, holding his
still-oozing cock off to one side.  "Not bad, for an
amateur cocksucker" Ken commented cruelly, looking
down at me.  "Once we've got that little tummy of
yours nice and round, we'll have to make this a
regular thing."  Spent -- for the moment -- he went
back to sucking my pussy.  My hopes rose, but his
mouth on my sex was so arousing I hardly realized I
was playing with his cock, making him hard again.

Yet another orgasm flooded over me and when I opened
my eyes Ken had turned around to lie down beside me. 
"Like this," he said and pulled me over on top of him.
 "So there'll be no doubt you wanted me to make you a
mommy," he laughed, helping to lift me up on my knees.
 I was still giddy from the drugged sherry and my
orgasms, but I managed to guide his cock-head into the
mouth of my pussy before I sank down on top of him,
letting the shaft sink suddenly deep inside me.  "Oh,
Ken, you're so big, so hard!"  I whimpered, starting
to hump him.

"And you're tight," Ken replied; "you really don't
fuck often enough, Sis."  I blushed, embarrassed.  My
big boobs were bouncing on my chest now, but I still
felt numb and drunkenly stupid -- a poor slut aching
for cock.

"Ugg!"  I gasped, feeling him push in especially deep;
"I felt that!"

"That's your womb," Ken said, pushing his helmet up
against my cervix, and playing with my clitoris.  "It
wants a baby."  I felt dizzy; I didn't want a baby,
but I wanted that that cock -- it felt heavenly!  I
leaned forward slightly, and let him start to suck on
my tits.  "And my baby's gonna love these, too."

"Oh, Ken," I said, grinding my cunt into his crotch;
"you're making me come...!"

"Yeah, bitch -- being a mommy will calm your lawyer
ass down.  Now beg for it -- beg for me to make you a
mommy."

"Oh, God," I moaned, "Ken, you can do it, squirt your
sperm in me!"

"I don't know," Ken said, teasingly stopping his own
thrusting; "show me you want it."

"Oh, you bastard," I cried, feeling tears rolling down
my face.  "I've got to have it!  I'm coming...!  Can't
you feel it?  Oh, fuck...!!!"  He couldn't help but
feel it; my pussy going into spasms -- clutching and
sucking at his cock.  Arching my back, I pushed down
hard against him, feeling his thickness pulsing inside
me.  Afterward, I still ground my hips against his,
but I looked away shyly.  I felt ashamed, having come
for him like that.

"Good girl," he said, grabbing my hips; "now here's
your BABY!"  He groaned -- tensing every muscle in his
body -- and suddenly I felt a rush of wetness between
my thighs.  I could feel his penis throbbing inside
me, and suddenly I came again, realizing I was
actually letting him fill me with sperm -- pulsing
jets of warm, thick, baby-making seed -- directly into
my belly.  He came pretty hard himself -- I felt the
overflow spilling down my thighs -- and I murmured
with pleasure, knowing my fertile womb was soaked with
sperm.  Leaning forward, I kissed him.  But even as I
sat there impaled on his weapon, I cried, too, knowing
of the terrible thing he had done to me, the terrible,
wonderful thing I had let him do.

It had been good -- maybe the best fuck I'd ever had
-- but now guilt washed over me as we broke our kiss,
and I lay my head against his chest.  //Poor Jack,// I
thought, slipping into unconsciousness, //poor
Jack...!//

When I woke up later, I felt Jack on me, inside me,
pumping me hard and deep.  It was wonderful!  How
could I have denied this to him, and to myself, for so
long?  But then -- my head began to clear -- I
realized it wasn't Jack, but Ken, who was fucking me,
rock-hard and up to his balls inside me again. 
Already on the edge of a climax, I was too far gone to
resist him.  I simply looked up --  stunned at my own
helplessness -- and watched him use me for his
grinding, humping pleasure.  His balls were slapping
my ass -- his testicles swollen with sperm, eager to
soak my womb and fertilize my eggs -- and I came
despite myself, wrapping my legs around his back.

He seemed to like that; thrusting especially hard, he
ground his cock into my cunt until his own climax
broke, then pressed in deep to squirt his sperm
directly into my clutching, wet, unprotected pussy.

Afterward, I lay there lazily in bed with Ken's come
oozing out of my pussy as my brother-in-law dressed
and folded up his camera.  When he bent down to kiss
me goodbye, I accepted it, but I felt incredible
shame, too.

Three weeks later my period hadn't come and I realized
I was pregnant.  Jack was a little confused about the
calendar manipulation I used to persuade him that,
"accidentally," he was going to be a father, but he
was too overjoyed to think critically.  Unfortunately,
he was only going to be a daddy - I knew Ken was the
father.

I wish I could say that letting Ken fuck me was a
one-time thing, but it wasn't.  The day I called him
to tell him the news, I didn't need to be high or
drugged to want him again.  As he had said, I couldn't
get enough of that king-sized cock that had made me
pregnant.  I found myself dressing like a slut to turn
him on.  Once, I went over to his house wearing my
strappy sandals, a short skirt -- and no panties. 
When he saw how hot I was, he took the first
opportunity to bend me over the back of his couch and
slam-fuck my tight little pussy (while Suzie was
downstairs doing the laundry).

Ken was unemployed during the early part of my
pregnancy, so he had plenty of time to screw me almost
every day, often more than once.  At my second
appointment with my gynecologist, I learned I was
carrying twins. Ken was overjoyed the fertility drug
had been so effective. I was stunned but that didn't
keep me from letting him screw me silly that day. 
Usually Ken would come to the house soon after Jack
left early for work, and he'd send me to my law office
with a pussy full of spunk, even when I started
wearing the mini maternity dresses that Ken liked and
that made the other women in the office so jealous. 
Once we even fucked him in the courthouse, during a
recess in a misdemeanor libel trial.

For a pregnant defense attorney (four months along, I
looked more like six months), I dressed pretty raunchy
-- with a short dress, high-heeled sandals and white
stockings.  But it was actually a pretty good choice;
the male jurors couldn't help but stare at my legs. 
Ken, watching from the back of the courtroom, made
hand signals.  I couldn't wait for the judge to bang a
recess so we could slip into an unused office and he
could bang my tight, pregnant pussy.  It was certainly
exciting to feel his wetness trickle out of my pussy
and down my leg as I made the closing argument.  I
wonder if the jury noticed?

The prospect of Ken's cock inside me, made me do
things for him I'd never do for Jack.  He showed me a
dozen positions I'd never imagined, and I giggled as
he got me out of all those sexy things I'd never wore
for Jack.  I came to love swallowing his come, and I
let him eat me for hours on end.  Sometimes he caught
our fucking on camera and we watched the tapes
together -- giggling at our antics -- before fucking
all over again.

With Jack, on the other hand, I felt no desire; maybe
it was guilt, or maybe Ken was just fulfilling all my
sexual needs.  Fortunately, Jack seemed very
understanding of his pregnant wife's quirks, and soon
stopped pestering me for sex.

******

Almost 9 months later -- with my belly swollen huge
and round with the twins -- I was on top of the world.
 My dangerous, embarrassing affair with Ken had ended
when he got a construction job out of town.  First in
desperation -- then with real feeling -- I'd started
letting then demanding that Jack fuck me two or three
times daily.  He was surprised, but pleased with his
newly horny wife, and I was enjoying sex with Jack as
never before, practicing with him all the nasty things
I'd learned with Ken.  With my babies due in a week,
and a junior partnership waiting for me once I went
back to work, I would have the best of both worlds --
motherhood and a career.

Some of my friends from work (plus Jack, Ken and
Suzie) gave me a baby shower at our home.  Ken and
Suzie stayed behind after the other guests left, and
Ken was clearly pleased with both of us sporting big
bellies that he was responsible for.  Although Suzie
was now pregnant with number four, I was amazed myself
at how much bigger I looked than she.  Even seven
months along, she was almost trim beside my ponderous
bulk.  "Looks like you two have a lot in common," Ken
said, playfully rubbing my belly.  The babies reacted
by kicking -- perhaps sensing their father's presence.

"So," Ken said to Jack, "You must be happy with Katie
going to be a mommy of twins.  That going to keep her
at home long enough for you to start her on the next
one?"

Jack sighed.  "I tried to talk her into it; the way my
business is going, she doesn't have to work.  But ...
she's hiring a nanny, and plans to stay with the law
firm."

"Well," Ken said, "Maybe she'll change her mind, once
the baby's born.  Motherhood does things to women," he
added, ominously.

A week later, I went into labor suddenly, and my water
broke while Jack was driving me to the hospital; by
the time we got there, I had already pushed out two
beautiful daughters -- Jacqueline (6 lb., 8 oz) and
Jocelyn (6 lb., 10 oz).  The nurses and my doctor were
amazed how easy the delivery had been.  I supposed it
was because of the frequent, hard orgasms I had from
Jack fucking me the last few weeks, but I just smiled
and said I guessed I took after my mother.

Several weeks after that, I was home puttering around
the nursery, preparing to go back to work, when Ken,
who had been out of town again, showed up at the
house.  He picked Jocelyn right up out of the crib she
was sharing with Jacqueline, and handed her to me. 
"Okay, Miss High and Mighty, you listen to me; get
your cow tits out and start feeding my baby like a
real mommy!"

I was shocked; I didn't know what had brought this on.
 "Now look ..." I stammered, "the babies are on
formula."

Ken, sensing my confusion, bore on.  "My babies
deserve real tit milk!  I've had enough of this
'career-woman' shit from you, Katie.  If you don't
want Jack to find out what an adulterous slut you are,
you're going to leave your job and start being a
stay-at-home mommy!  And I want to hear you're going
to give him the hot sex a man needs, too."

Suddenly, I was trembling with fear -- especially
considering how intimate we'd been.  Hadn't he done
enough to me?  "No, Ken," I said, summoning my
courage; "Your dirty game is over.  If you want to
tell Jack, do it.  And ... maybe it wouldn't hurt to
tell Suzie, too."

Suddenly, I heard a laugh in the hallway.  "Stuck-up
bitch!" Suzie said, coming into view; "Whose idea do
you think it was to knock you up with these babies and
knock you off your high horse in the first place?"

Again, Ken pushed my daughter toward me, and whispered
in my ear.  "Come on, Mommy, do it; you've got the
tits for it."

"Yeah," said Suzie, "get some practice.  I'm busy with
three already, so you can help me out with this one." 
She smiled as she rubbed her eight-months-pregnant
belly.  "It's only fair."

"Fair?"  I asked, shaking my head with confusion.

"Sweetheart," Suzie said with a cold smile, "Maybe you
were too busy letting my husband fuck your little
brains out to remember, but right after Ken got you
pregnant you weren't taking very good care of your
husband.  Seeing your protruding tummy every day, poor
Jack was even hornier than you usually left him!  One
day, he 'accidentally' saw me with my blouse open
breastfeeding little Jennifer.  Of course I had
'forgotten' to wear panties and only had on a little
smock, so he might have seen some hot wet pussy, too,"
she smirked  "Before he knew it, I had him nursing
from my other tit.  Then I let him suck my pussy until
he was drunk on my cum, put his neglected prick in my
well used cunt, and fucked him like you hadn't fucked
him in years!"

I was stunned -- which Suzie seemed to appreciate. 
"See, I don't think it's right for a man to go without
when there's a fine piece of tail right there in front
of him.  I gave Jack what he needed, let him empty his
balls in me every morning -- while Ken was over at
your place, fucking his mommy-slut silly!"  She paused
to look lovingly at her swollen belly.  "Of course 
*I* don't make a man use a condom, so that's why this
one is probably Jack's."

"You...bitch!"  I spat.

"No, darling, I'm not a bitch.  I'm just a normal,
sexy young mommy -- like you're going to be from now
on."

"The hell I will!"

"Suzie's right," Jack said, suddenly walking in as
well, "Things have changed and I think you will make a
wonderful mommy."

"Jack...?  What the hell...?"

Jack looked smug -- an odd look for him.  But it was
Ken who explained the situation.

"You can't really blame Jack," he said.  "After Suzie
seduced him, we arranged it so I would 'catch' him
fucking her.  That was our opening for showing him the
tapes.  Honestly, he couldn't believe his luck when he
saw what a slut you were..."  I blushed red with
embarrassment.  "... but I told him to play it cool,
and he could have a horny little stay-at-home mommy
just like I do."

"This is ridiculous," I said, looking at the trio in
disbelief; "Do you have any idea how many laws you
people have broken?"

"I don't care, Miss EX lawyer," Jack leered.  "But do
I have an idea how many people you might not want
seeing those tapes -- your old friends, your boss,
your family.  Believe me, honey not one of them looks
like rape!"

I looked from one to the other of their faces, seeking
escape, but there was none.  My career-girl world was
collapsing.  Reeling, I dropped into the nearest chair
in resignation, my milk-heavy boobs seeming even
heavier with the weight of my surrender. 
Ever-determined, Ken stayed close to me to lift my
top, and lowered Jocelyn into my lap to place her
little lips on my left tit.  Then a smiling Jack
handed me Jacqueline as well, and I felt a second
hungry little mouth clamp onto my other nipple.  I
wanted to feel mad -- to lash out for what they had
done to me, but somehow, looking down at my two little
babies drinking happily from my breasts, my anger
dissolved.  Nursing them both, I started rocking and
cooing as abundant, fat-rich milk squirted from my
boobs, and the girls drank it down contentedly.

"It looks like it's working!  Jack exclaimed, looking
at Ken.

"Didn't I tell you?"  Ken said; "You can count on your
big brother!"

*****

It's been a few months now, and Suzie and I are
nursing three newborns; she had a hungry boy.  The
constant stimulation of three sucking mouths on our
breasts keeps us quite horny and ready for Ken and
Jack to fuck us all the time.  Since two guys can only
do so much (and they do have to work, sometime <g>),
Suzie and I also like to get together for girl/girl
fun.  Sometimes we have foursomes with our men -- when
Suzie's older kids are asleep; we keep the babies
around for inspiration.  Of course our horny husbands
never use condoms, so with all the sperm they've
pumped into our tummies, we'll probably BOTH have
twins next time!

Sometimes I still think about my old life and plans,
but I know that life is gone forever.  I love playing
with and nursing my little girls and could never give
up the hard, frequent sex I'm getting now.  The other
day, Jack told us he and Ken intend to keep Suzie and
me pregnant, horny mommies for years to come.

We giggled and nodded in agreement.

The End

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or
Sakka
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