Brod: Nice Young Man, Part 2

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Sarkopheros Says:

Not much to say about this one. I did not expect it to become so enormous as it is. This one has taken the record of the longest Brod story at 9,510 words. And almost all of them are a messy fuckfest. I’m pretty happy with myself for it. It also marks the first occasion of an FFM threesome I’ve written for Brod.

Anyway, if you read the last story, you know what to expect. Lots of ludicrous, messy sex, and a whole lot of cum inflation. There are also themes of interracial sex and age difference.

Strictly speaking, you don’t have to read Nice Young Man, Part 1 before this, but it helps. Enjoy!

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Click-clack. I heard the front door opening.

I sighed and relaxed, lying back against the couch. Estelle was still slumped against her belly, groaning as she kneaded at it. It was so swollen that I could easily see it bulging out to the sides. The remains of her dress laid in tatters under her stomach.

I heard footsteps approach. Then Jessica called out, “Brod? Ms. Borgelin?”

“In here,” I hollered.

She jiggled around the corner, her enormous hips wobbling, heavy tits bouncing. Her top exposed her soft, caramel-colored tummy. “Brod, I didn’t understand — oh my god!” she gasped, putting her hands on her cheeks. “What did you do?!”

“The same thing I did to you,” I chuckled. I rubbed my hand over Estelle’s back, enjoying the sensation of the heat and silkiness engulfing my still-pulsing organ. I could feel my own thick sperm flowing and shifting around my glans every time the teacher breathed. Slick sexual slush oozed out around my cock and over my balls into the puddle under us. Pumping liter after liter of cum into a womb is an indescribable feeling, but feeling your own raging sperm swirling and flowing around your cock feels incredible, as well. I ran my hands over the dark expanse of Estelle’s belly.

“I. Mmm. I asked him to invite you,” said the teacher as she gazed blearily at her student. “For extra credit, you see….”

“Extra credit,” repeated Jessica.

“I treated her the way I treated you,” I explained. “And now she wants to watch what it looks like when it happens to someone else,” I chuckled.

“Oh, uh….” Jessica bit her lower lip. “Wow.” She giggled nervously.

“Ms. Diaz, there’s no need to be shy,” said Estelle.

“You have to admit that this is pretty weird,” said Jessica. “You’re so big!”

“And. Mmh. I’m going to watch you get every bit as big, young lady. You’re looking overdressed,” she chuckled.

“Y-you want me to take my clothes off?” she asked incredulously.

“No, I want both of you to take your clothes off,” Estelle purred, looking back over her shoulder at me. It seems that while we waited for Jessica, she’d recovered enough energy to start giving orders.

“Hell, I’ll go first, if it makes you feel better,” I chuckled to Jessica. I was still wearing most of my clothes.

She rolled her eyes and put her hands on those wide, wide hips. Estelle looked over at our reflection in the window and said, “Well, get to it, Brod.”

I unbuttoned my vest and shrugged my broad shoulders as I pulled it off. My fingers moved down my chest as I undid my buttons, exposing the undershirt beneath. I pulled my shirt away, then the undershirt, the white cloth slipping free of my pants. My soft stomach was now exposed, up against Estelle’s back, my honeyed complexion stark against her darkness.

I saw Jessica licking her lips and taking a deep breath as she watched. I don’t think it was so much the actual sight of my body as her association with the pleasure that it brought. Then again, the air in the room was thick … if the sight wasn’t enough, the evidence of the thorough fucking I’d given her teacher hung in the air like a fog. I saw the front of Jessica’s shorts darkening.

Estelle herself moaned in front of me as I stripped. “I can feel your heartbeat inside me,” she purred. “You know, Jessica, it wasn’t just you,” she chuckled.

“Wasn’t just me, what?” she asked, sitting next to me on the couch. Her caramel-colored hand settled on my cock. She bit her lower lip as she felt the thick, slick coating. Jess began to rub over what length wasn’t buried in her teacher.

“You know him. He’s slept with how many girls at UTB?” asked the teacher.

“I have no idea,” answered Jessica. “He doesn’t keep count.”

“Other students have told me all about him. Hngh. Isn’t there something deliciously … just mmmh instinctively right. Having yourself stretched around the … biological siege engine … responsible for wrecking how many thousands before us? Mm. Submitting to a stud who’s proven himself time and time again,” groaned the teacher. Fuck, was her voice sexy … like warm molasses being drizzled on the tongue. Dark, sultry, sweet.

But I had to something to say to that voice. “Ladies, I’m right here,” I chuckled. “And I’m not sure if I can get my pants off right now,” I grumbled.

Jessica smiled and said, “Well, maybe we can get those shoes off.” She stood up and began to undo my shoelaces. With Estelle sitting on my cock, it would have been tremendously awkward to get them myself. I relaxed again, rubbing my hands over the teacher’s nice hips, watching as Jessica smiled up at both of us, perhaps a bit bashfully. She pulled the socks from my feet. I knew she wasn’t usually quite this shy, but I think that her teacher’s presence was throwing her off. Jessica was no stranger to what I did.

“I’m as naked as I can get right now,” I said, rubbing my hands up Estelle’s belly once more. I loved the feeling of my jizz sloshing inside her, the sight and sensation of my hands and fingers sinking into that flesh. “So why don’t you take it off, Jess?”

Jessica looked at Estelle. Estelle said, “You heard him.”

She nodded and smiled. “Sorry, it’s just weird, because, you know, you’re my teacher,” she explained.

“And we’re all going to learn something today,” quipped Estelle. “And look at it this way. This is weird for you? You’ve seen Brod’s aftermath before. I haven’t fucked anyone in about a year. How do you think I feel? About you coming in here, seeing your dear old professor turned into a blimp?”

“Huh. Guess that is true,” Jessica chuckled and turned away from us, bending down, perking up the enormous ass she knew I loved so much. “This is still weird, though.”

“I agree,” said Estelle.

Each of Jessica’s cheeks was easily bigger than her head, and so very round. They gently quivered as she pulled her little shorts down, exposing a g-string that concealed nothing. I was already rock-hard with my cock buried inside a hot pussy, but fuck if that sight didn’t make me just a little hornier. My monolithic member pulsed harder, my precum pumping into Estelle faster, keeping her belly nice and swollen.

The student licked her lips, slipping out of her sneakers before straightening up, kicking her shorts aside. The motion sent ripples through her thick thighs and juicy rump.

Jessica wiggled back and forth, slipping her thumbs under her g-string as she stretched it down around her wide hips. It fell to the ground. She turned around, licking her lips as she stood in front of us, slipping her top up, her heavy tits bouncing free.

Her incredible body was bared, every luscious, caramel-complected curve. She licked her lips. “Now what should I do?”

“I think we should put on a little show for your teacher, call it a group assignment,” I suggested.

“That is a fine idea,” agreed Estelle.

“Unfortunately, that means I have to pull my cock out of you,” I lamented.

“A sacrifice I’ll have to make.”

I slipped my meaty hands up under her knees and shifted until I could stand. As her weight moved atop my cock, it shifted inside her, pushing up into her womb hard. Slorsch-slorsch. I could hear all those gallons of jizz I’d shot into her sloshing in her belly, a hot shifting slurry of sperm that swirled around my shaft.

“Fuck!” cried Estelle. I felt her pussy twitch and squeeze my cock. She slipped slightly lower as I turned around, organ throbbing with vigor inside her.

“Get ready, I’m gonna put you down,” I said as I turned so she was facing the couch. As I turned, I felt hot jets of goo hitting my legs. The shift and increase in pressure caused my seed to spray out around my ludicrous girth. It rolled down my slacks, soaking them. And then, of course, as I moved, my slacks fell down around my ankles. I stumbled and fell forward, dropping Estelle on her belly.

Augh!” She threw her arms forward to catch herself. I lurched forward. My cock buried another couple of inches in her. Her belly stretched out. Pints of jizz shot out onto my belly and legs. Splisch! Estelle shuddered as her pussy gripped me tightly and her orgasm began spraying out around me.

Jessica bit her lower lip. I felt her hands on my shoulders as I gripped her teacher’s hips, riding out the orgasm with her. She reached around me and wrapped her hands around the substantial portion of cock not inside of Estelle. I felt her lips at my neck as she stroked me. Mixed juices poured out around my organ. The hot silk gripped and loosened and pulsed as Estelle came. It took almost a minute for her to stop.

O-ooh…,” she cooed.

I put my hands on her ass and began to pull out of her. She absently pawed at the leather of the chaise, gripping handfuls as I pulled backwards. Schlllrrrp. My cock kept slipping out, out … so much of it was buried in her. Thick layers of white were painted on its surface, stopping abruptly two thirds down my shaft, showing exactly how much of my gigantic organ she’d taken.

I looked over my shoulder at Jessica and grinned. “Do you see a big bottle somewhere?”

“I don’t know.” Her hands released me and she turned to look in the nearby kitchen. I heard clinking. She held up a wine bottle.

I shook my head. “Bigger,” I said.

She tapped her chin before holding up a two-liter bottle of pineapple soda.

I nodded. “Bring it here.”

Jessica came over and handed me the plastic bottle. If Estelle was aware of what we were doing, she gave no indication. I pulled the rest of the way out. Pop! My softball-sized glans popped free, dripping with torrid seed. GLURSCH! Jizz gushed from her gaping, ruined pussy like a water main. At least until I shoved the base of the soda bottle into her. I grabbed a handful of ass for leverage as I worked it inside. It fit easily. Schliiiip. Soon, only the white cap poked from her entrance. My jizz was secure inside.

Estelle moaned as I rolled her over and pulled her backward so she was sitting up against the back of the chase, her legs splayed out in the pool of spunk leaking over the sides. I grabbed the remains of her dress and literally tore them off her body. Schriip! Every inch of her gorgeous, dark-mahogany skin was now exposed. Her belly shined with sweat, a great dome like an exercise ball, spilling over most of her thighs, concealing the white cap of the bottle between her legs. It must have been poking into the pool of jizz.

I licked my lips and looked at Jessica. My organ pumped with hunger. She bit her lip and looked down at it.

I kicked my pants aside and said, “Clean it up. It would be rude to give you sloppy seconds,” I chuckled. I grabbed my boxers about the waist band and pulled. Schrriiip! I tore the underwear in half above the slit through which my cock was jutting, preventing normal removal. They fell to the floor, and now I was completely naked. I always kept spare underwear in the car. I was constantly losing pairs at random girls’ houses—I didn’t care about an individual pair.

“Yeah, because this is the first time you gave me ‘sloppy seconds’ ,” she said with a roll of her dark eyes. Jessica knelt and brushed some of her jet-black mane out of her face. She ran her tongue over her full, maroon lips and grinned up at me.

“Ooh, yes, clean him up,” grumbled Estelle. She groaned and ran her hands over her enormously swollen belly.

Jessica glanced over and winked at the teacher before wrapping both hands around my titanic cock, fatter than her arms and longer than my thigh. She lifted the head. “So heavy,” she groaned. Her hot little tongue slipped free as she began to run it up my erection’s belly. I sighed in pleasure as I felt her scooping the thickly layered spunk into her throat. I could feel the shift of her lips, hear the gluck-gluck as she gulped down mouthful after mouthful of spent, still-steaming jizz. I looked down. I saw the glistening rivulets of clear nectar rolling down her thick thighs from her entrance.

Her hair brushed my cock as she moved back down to the base, slipping the tongue under the first wrinkle in my sack and drawing it up once more, slurping sloppily, whiteness rubbing off, sticky spunk painting her cheeks. She moaned as she swallowed more of my seed. I remained standing to give Estelle a good view of the spectacle. Thick, yogurt-like globs of goop splatted all over Jessica’s luscious skin. She was lighter than Estelle, but a fair bit darker than me. The white rolled as she slurped it up, moaning. “There’s so much,” she panted. Jessica’s hands were entirely insufficient for the gargantuan organ she was working. She had to stretch her arms out almost all the way just to stroke me.

Estelle noticed, because she said, “Dear god, that thing is! Mmmmh. Absolutely gigantic! I can’t believe I took so much cock!”

“That’s how we all feel,” purred Jessica.

“And no other cock feels the same after mine,” I chuckled.

I ran my fingers through her thick, soft hair. Jessica moaned and looked up at me . Then she pulled the head of my cock down so that she could clean the top of it. Full maroon lips left shining, honey-tanned skin glistening in the light. The white layers of gunk disappeared. Once more, I could feel the cool air against my moist skin, as well as the heat of her breath. Dainty fingers rubbed over the skin as she complained, “Your cock smells funny.”

“You love it.”

“I know this smell way too well,” she admitted.

I looked at Ms. Borgelin. She grinned at me, straightening her glasses, and licked her lips. For how long had her hand been between her thighs, teasing her clit? I wasn’t sure. But it was a wonderful sight. Her other hand was on the neck of the soda bottle, and she was actually pumping it in and out … as well as she could, anyway. Her belly completely engulfed her forearm and hid it from view, her hand re-emerging from underneath to pump the two-liter in and out by a couple inches.

Jessica hefted my melon-sized balls. She needed a hand for each—though really, two hands for each nut would have been preferable. Four or six would have been nice, too. My nuts were so enormous that her fingers actually sunk into their surfaces, the titanic spheres molding slightly to her grip.

“They’re as large as your head!” gasped the teacher.

Jessica moaned  as she ran her tongue slowly through a fold in my sack. “If he fucked you missionary, you’d feel like you were being spanked,” she told her instructor. The puddle of her nectar spread out under her, creeping towards my feet.

“I don’t doubt it,” groaned Estelle, her fingers accelerating. “It’s just so different. Watching versus feeling. Seeing that ungodly thing I took! It’s enough to. It’s just so. Knowing. The seeing. Ugh!” She shuddered and gasped, hot juices squirting out around the soda bottle.

Schlooorp,” was Jessica’s reply. She sucked spunk out of the folds in my sack, moaning and grunting as she lifted my sack up, licking up the back side. Jessica bit gently, pulling at mouthfuls of the thick skin. I felt her hard teeth digging into the flesh—enough to grip, not enough to hurt.  My cock was now shining and clean, except for the constant stream of precum I was pouring. It sluiced from the tip of my cock, adding to the puddle under Jess.

“Missionary, there’s an idea,” I rumbled. I pointed at the chaise and told Jessica, “Lay down … as much as I wanna watch that fat ass wobble, Ms. Borgelin won’t be able to see much if I fuck you doggy on the floor.”

Jessica’s eyes darted to her teacher. “I guess you’re right. Where’s the fun without showing off?”

Ms. Borgelin chuckled deeply at this, making her bodacious belly jiggle. She bit her lower lip and watched.

Jessica turned around and sat down on the edge of the chaise before leaning back. She looked over her shoulder before lying down with a long purr. The hot jizz on the chaise stuck to her back and soaked into her hair. She inhaled the sexual scent deeply, licking her lips as she looked up at me, spreading her thick thighs apart. Jessica scooped up handfuls of spunk and slathered them all over her soft belly and fat tits. She rested her head against Estelle’s gigantic belly. It sunk into the chocolatey dome, making it quiver. Estelle licked her lips and rubbed her hands over Jessica’s shoulders.

Jess bit her lip as I stood between her legs. I hefted my giant cock with both hands and slapped it down on her stomach. Smack! Generous jugs jiggled and she moaned. The glans was gushing boiling-hot pre all over her chest and between her tits. It rolled over her neck. The base of my cock was at her slit.

She grabbed my member with both hands and began to stroke its length, slathering jizz and precum all over it. Estelle’s hands joined her, though all she could reach was the glans, which she dutifully polished using handfuls of my pouring pre.

 I leaned my head back and groaned loudly at the ceiling. I was so hard, my cock practically bouncing up and down with need atop Jessica. “I can’t handle this,” I rumbled at her. She panted as she watched what I did.

I pulled my cock back and gripped it just behind the glans. The grapefruit-sized crown kissed her slit. I grabbed her meaty hips, my fingers sinking into her pliable flesh. She moaned and leaned forward to grab my shaft. I grunted and shoved forward. Gliiisch. The heated flesh spread around my cock and caressed the glans, silkiness slickly accepting me. She’d taken my cock several times now, so getting it into her wasn’t as much of a task as it once was.

But it was still very slow. Both of her fists didn’t add up to my cock’s head. The dark lips stretched and stretched as they struggled with my girth, their pink edges forming a thin circle around me. I felt my steaming syrup pouring into her. We all saw it as the bulge appeared in her lower belly. Ms. Borgelin gasped as she saw exactly how deep I was.

“B-Brod! Oh, god!” Jessica cried and closed her eyes tightly. She arched her back and spread her legs further. My powerful hands slipped down and gripped up under her ass, my fingertips digging in and seizing handfuls of flesh as leverage. I began to pump my hips to drive my organ deeper into her body, her head-sized tits bouncing and jiggling, slapping her body audibly, her soft belly quivering.

More and more of my monstrous manhood stretched her insides out, rudely pushing organs aside as it made a fleshy tent in her belly, her navel rising into the air atop my glans.

“Almost horrifying, but so sexy…,” muttered Estelle.

Jessica gave the eloquent response of, “Oh my fuck!” Her body began to bounce as I began to pump more rapidly into her, my glans already shoving up against the barrier to her womb, demanding entry to her sacred depths.

“I was barely cognizant when you showed me that nasty bulge in my own stomach,” continued the teacher. “It’s amazing!”

“Feels better than it looks....,” grunted Jessica.

I rumbled with a throaty growl as I pounded her cervix, my fleshy battering ram slowly stretching it and forcing it to dilate. Jessica moaned as my thrusts scooted her up the semen-slicked couch and deeper into Estelle’s bloated belly. Both of them jiggled madly. Glusch-glusch-glusch.

I lurched forward, almost falling on Jess. Her belly tented wildly upward, the bulge well above her navel, a miniature mocha mountain frosted with spunk. I felt myself sinking several more inches of cock into Jess, over half of my of the organ disappearing into her body. I felt the silky chamber of her womb stretch out around my crown. I felt my tip slam into its deepest wall. And I felt it as Jessica shuddered, her pussy clenching, her legs flexing, her body arching.

Sploosch! Clear nectar erupted around my cock, splashing my lower belly and rolling down around my base, coating the rest of my fuckrod not inside her. “Ooh! Ooh! Ooooh!” With every sound she made, another gush of juice came from her body.

I sighed. “Mmmm,” I rumbled, pausing to enjoy the delicious sensation of her pussy clenching me, squeezing more and more of my pouring precum into her body, her belly already swelling gently.

“Jesus! Broood!” she howled. “God!”

“Make up your mind!” I grunted.

I began to fuck her once more, the distended bulge of my cock sliding up and down her belly, each time drawing a hand-width or two of glistening, fat erection from her, shining with our combined juices. I felt her hot silkiness stretch out … well trained, but still resistant. It slipped up and down over my heated skin, rubbing me in a wonderful way.

Jessica’s legs bent, her feet now up on the edge of the chaise, her thick thighs spread wide. Her hands grasped at her own tits, kneading handfuls of the generous things, too small for them. But so too were my hands far too small for the enormous brown rump she had, my fingers sinking deep into the sweaty skin, slipping over it. Her legs and belly glistened with perspiration. I could feel the moisture rolling down my own face, nose, and chest.

As Estelle watched me ravage Jessica, her own body shined as ours did. But since she was the darkest one there, it showed the most on her. We were a delicious spectrum—honey, caramel, chocolate.

That was when Estelle began, amazingly, to shift position. I had to give her credit—the petite teacher was pretty resilient. She groaned, gritting her teeth and grabbing handfuls of leather upholstery as she struggled to stand. “Oh, fuck, I’m heavy!” she half-yelled. “Mezanmi, it’s like you pumped a whole bathtub into me!” That belly looked absolutely ludicrous on her, nearly as big as she was. It jiggled and bounced and hung much of the way down her thighs, completely concealing her sex. It was all she could do not to fall forward onto Jess and me. Estelle half-fell backward. Without her pillow, Jessica’s head fell to the chaise below, not that I think she noticed.

You are about to read something which may strike you as odd—I’m about to describe things that I could not possibly see through all that flesh. I pieced these together from conversations we all had after that night.

Ms. Borgelin was now standing on the lounge, her ass planted against the top of the back, her shoulders against the wall. Her hands disappeared under her belly. Her fingertips gripped the hidden cap of the two-liter bottle which maintained her blimp status. I licked my lips, looking up at her. I didn’t know what she was doing. She let out a guttural moan.

Jessica let out a shrill cry, “Uwwaauugh!

My heavy nuts swung, smacking her ass. I could feel it as she shuddered, squeezing, shaking, squirting and gushing her way through another sloppy orgasm.

“Oh, oh, there we go!” panted Estelle. I heard a moist noise. Schlloooop.Mmmm! Aaaahh!

Schloop? What was “Schloop?”

Underneath her, she’d begun to loosen the bottle, slowly pulling, working, inching it out, the plastic warmed by her own body heat rubbing her silky insides.

Me? I didn’t know what the noise was until, abruptly, I saw Ms. Borgelin half-squat and pull her arm out from under her belly. She was holding the soda bottle.

Blooorsch! A deluge of white gushed from under her belly. She hefted her stomach with both hands, arched her back, and howled at the ceiling. “Ooowaaahh! Yeah! There we go!”

Without the plug, her gaping pussy gushed like a waterfall. My goopy white seed blasted from her, splashing all over Jessica’s face, soaking her hair through, pouring over her ample tits, into her cleavage, rolling over her belly, painting the brown white.

Jessica gurgled and opened her mouth, impressively gulping down as much of my hot spunk as she could instead of choking.

Estelle squatted, then knelt, panting loudly. As I fucked Jessica, she planted her gaping cunt directly over her student’s face. The dark lips that I’d stretched mercilessly extended and engulfed Jess’s chin and lips. She reached up and grabbed her teacher’s thighs tightly, burbling as Estelle began to grind against her face. All Jessica could smell was the sweat and the raw, torrid, musky scent of our sex. Droplets of perspiration rolled down Estelle’s ass, adding to the mess.

I could hear Jessica gulping audibly. “Glurk. Glurk. Glurk.” My jizz poured into her mouth as a constant, pearly tide, filling it with my gooey white spunk. It poured out over her cheeks, and I was amazed she was able to breathe.

Estelle’s gigantic belly sat atop Jessica’s body, engulfing her tits. My bulging cock thrust upward and actually rammed into that distended stomach each time I slammed Jessica’s womb, sending a rippling wave across its surface and a fresh gushing pulse of spunk into Jess’s gullet.

Jessica reached up and grabbed Estelle’s belly, squeezing it, her hands disappearing as they sunk into the flesh. Estelle reached up under her legs and bit her lower lip, her fingertips teasing her clit.

Gluck. Gluck.” Jessica kept gulping down the spunk gushing from Estelle’s womb. There was a pool around her head, the cum covering her ears, muffling all sound.

I put my hands under Jessica’s thighs and lifted them, putting her ankles on my shoulders. Her thighs were so luxuriously thick and juicy … holding them closed in this position meant that even more of that delicious, cushy flesh ensconced my thrusting fuckrod, stimulating even more of its ludicrous length.

Estelle panted. I could see her wrists moving faster and faster until— “Ooohhh! Mmmmhh!” She shuddered and put her hands on either side of Jessica, resting against her belly as she began to vibrate in orgasm. Glooorsch! I could hear it as the muscular contractions sent a high-pressure pulse of jizz into Jessica’s face. I saw marble-sized droplets of white spraying out from under Estelle’s shrinking belly and out behind her. Then Jessica’s own body began to shudder around my cock. Sploosch! She came once more, mixed juices gushing and splattering me, adding to the thick white already on my skin.

Jessica’s belly was swelling larger before my eyes. She already looked eight months pregnant, and the calendar piled up as she endlessly guzzled my torrid seed. Her bloated belly bounced with my bulging behemoth. I could actually feel the pressure of her expanding stomach against my sensitive glans, and it felt wonderful.

Then, to add icing to this cake, Estelle leaned forward and rubbed her hands over my cock’s bulge, licking her lips and looking up at me with dark eyes as she stroked me through her pupil’s flesh.

I closed my eyes halfway. Estelle grinned demonically and began to knead harder. That was all I needed.

Mmph! Fuck!” I moaned as I felt my balls tightening up, the massive spheres starting to compress all those liters of spunk inside. I felt my cock swelling, its throat filling with a rushing torrent.

BLOOORCH! My cock exploded audibly. Cupfuls of gooey heat blasted into Jessica’s womb, thick spunk gushing and rushing around my crown as I began to pump it up. Grrgll. Her belly rumbled and churned audibly as both her stomach and her womb were filled at the same time, swelling with great speed, going from eight months to ready-to-pop-out-twins.

SPLURT. SPLURT. I shot over and over. I let Jess’s legs fall, her feet touching the tiles as I planted my hands on either side of her body, my soft belly against her growing bronze dome. I could hear her crying out, a muffled, gurgling noise under Estelle’s pussy. The teacher refused to move, licking her lips as she rubbed her hands over Jessica’s growing belly. It smushed up against hers.

GLUUUURCH. Both of them jiggled like jello as I pumped my load into Jessica. Her rippling belly spilled out to the sides.

That was when when the doorbell rang. Understandably, not one of us moved. Estelle had a goofy look on her face, eyes rolled back, lower lip locked between her teeth, her hips rolling as she ground against Jessica’s face.

SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT! I sighed in pleasure as my nut emptied, my jizz squirting out around my girth. Soon, Jessica’s belly had surpassed even yoga-ball-sized.

“Oh, yeah, fuck!” cried Estelle as she shuddered.

There was a muffled scream from Jessica as her pussy clutched my cock tightly, her womb spitting more of that pearly seed out onto me as she came once more.

“Oh my god!” hollered a new voice.

Estelle and I looked up through half-closed eyes to see her neighbor, Betty, standing there. In one hand, she held a revolver.

SPLORT. SPLORT. SPLORT. My own weapon kept firing. I stared blearily at the new arrival.

She looked down to see the spectacle. I have to admit, the spectacle in question was probably confusing.

A voluptuous girl with her thighs spread around me, sporting a gigantic belly fit to birth a whole litter. Sitting on her face was her neighbor, whose own belly was large enough to use as a backrest. Connecting me to Jessica was a good ten inches of leg-thick cock, its belly pulsing and rippling as I shot my load. Its finger-thick veins rippled with power. I knelt in a large pool of jizz, the spunk rolling down Jessica’s legs  and my own.

“H-hi, Betty,” groaned Estelle. “What are you doing here?”

Betty was older than Estelle, with small wrinkles about her mouth and at the corners of her eyes. She had long legs and a pear-ish build. I could see sharp tan lines where sun-licked maple met cream. Her hips were very wide under those frumpy jeans, her modest tits concealed under a plain tank top.

She said, “Um. Well, I heard a lot of yelling, and we saw you come home with this. Uh. Fellow.” Betty stared at me for a long moment, her hazel eyes focusing particularly on Jessica’s stretched-out pussy. “I thought he was … well, this isn’t what I thought. So I came to make sure you were alright. The door was open. I heard screaming….”

My eyes traced down her body slowly. I sighed in relief as my cock stopped pumping the last few ounces of seed into Jessica. Her belly wobbled and jiggled, rising high in the air and pinning her down, squashing against Estelle’s. The teacher said, “Well, as you can plainly see, my dear Betty, I am more than alright. But I’d feel quite a bit more relaxed if you put the gun down.”

You know, as many cool things happen because of my genetic gifts, a lot of weird and bad shit has happened, too—such as having a gun pulled on me more than once. I didn’t feel threatened, because Betty didn’t give off a hostile vibe. She nodded and looked around before bending over and putting her pistol on the nearby counter. When she turned around, I got a nice look at that big white booty of hers. She didn’t have the epic rump that Jessica did, but damn, that was pretty nice. Her hips were easily wider than her shoulders.

“Damn,” I grunted.

“Huh?” she asked as she stood.

“That big ass of yours, mmm. Your husband’s lucky,” I explained.

Betty stared at me for a long moment, plainly unsure how to reply to that. I saw her chest rising and falling deeply, her breathing becoming heavier until we could all hear it. The raw, almost palpable fog of fuck was invading her lungs, the sordid smell of sex cloying at her. Betty rubbed her knees together and nervously played with a lock of her golden hair. Finally, she blurted out, “But. I uh…. How? I can’t even. Is that a strap-on? How can you be so big?”

“Mr. Kanayama is gifted, and his flesh is authentic, I assure you,” said Betty. She slapped her belly, sending a wave rolling across its surface. “And here are the contents of his bottomless balls.”

“Who is that girl?”

“One of my students.”

“Oh, of course,” said Betty. If she was being sarcastic, I couldn’t tell.

“How is Clark?” asked Ms. Borgelin.

“He’s gone out night fishing,” said Betty.

“How droll. I believe I caught the biggest one,” chuckled Estelle.

“I still can’t believe anyone can be so big,” said Betty. “I mean. How much of it is even inside her that I’m not seeing?!”

“You know, if you don’t believe me, you could touch it,” I said. “You’ll feel that my cock is very, very real.” I rumbled at her.

“I … what?” Betty put her hand on her chest, her cheeks filling with red. She turned around and squirmed like a teenage girl, shuffling her knees back and forth. Finally, she grabbed her gun and walked back around the corner to the front door.

I looked at Estelle. We both shrugged.

A moment later there were more footsteps. Betty came back into the room. “Just … just with my fingertips. Is that okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, sure,” I said.

Jessica greeted our new companion by saying, “Mmmrprphhh! Mrghl!

Betty put her gun on the kitchen counter and approached, cautiously reaching a hand out. It hovered tentatively over my exposed organ. “J-Jesus! I can feel the heat coming off of it,” she gasped. Then she dragged a finger along its surface, collecting a thick glob of spunk and cunt-juice. “Oh my god. Estelle, is this sperm?! It’s like yogurt, it’s so thick!

“That’s what they’re both full of,” I chortled, grinning up at her as she bit her lower lip. “You know, I could do the same thing to you,” I offered.

“Mm. No…,” mewled the housewife.

“I could grab those big hips and that plump ass and ram my cock into your womb.”

“No….”

“Pump gallon after gallon into you.”

“Please, no.”

“Stretch out that pink pussy and make you cum your head off.”

She pinched her ring between her fingertips and twisted it about her finger. “I can’t!”

Jessica picked this moment to reach up and shove Estelle’s belly, bouncing it against hers. The teacher grunted and began shifting her weight. Reaching her hands backwards, she once again grabbed handfuls of the chaise’s back, raising her body, and—

Glooorsch!Augh! Yeah!” she cried as her stretched-out pussy once again transformed into a gushing waterfall, liters of seed spilling out, no longer blocked in by Jessica’s face.

Jessica gurgled under the deluge before sitting up, gasping for air. “Haahhh! Oh God! Mmmph!” My jizz coursed down her back and into the pool atop the chaise, streams rolling off the edges.

Behind her, Estelle moaned as she eased the soda bottle back into her pussy with a lewd squishing … apparently, she wanted to remain hugely pregnant. My jizz gushed out by the pint, spilling over the bottle and her hand up into the plastic kissed her lips and slipped in. “Oh, this feels incredible!”

“Oh, fuck!” cried Betty. I gave her a sidelong grin. Her jeans were darkly stained in the front.

Jessica tried to sit up, but just barely got into a half-laying position with her head against Estelle’s belly once again. “Oh! Aaaugh! Mnnphhhrh! I’m! I’ve never been so full!” she tried to move. It looked like she’d swallowed a bean bag chair. Glurch. Jizz blasted out around my cock as she shifted.

Betty literally fell to her knees in the deep puddle around us. Her hand had migrated into her pants and I could see it bobbing up and down as her fingers worked. I could smell her wetness. Dark blue radiated out into the pale denim, spreading and spreading. Was she cumming? Was she just really fucking horny? I wasn’t sure.

“What happens here stays with us,” I rumbled.

Jessica arched her back, dug her fists into her belly, and cried out at the ceiling. “Aaah!” She began to shudder and jiggle her way through another orgasm. I put my hand on her belly and begin pulling backward.

Schlluuurk. My cock began to slip out. Inch after leg-thick inch of pulsing meat, slathered in thick layers of my own hot, white frosting. The jizz dripped and rolled down its surface. Five inches, six, seven, eight. It kept pulling out and out. And as it did, Betty’s eyes got bigger and bigger.

“H-how big can your cock possibly be?!” she cried.

“There’s still more,” I chuckled.

Jessica gave a goofy little smile, her eyes half-lidded. “He has all the cock. Nngh.

“You’ll both keep this secret?” she mewled. “P-please?!”

“I’ll even help you back to your house after,” I said. “But you’re gonna have to clean yourself up.”

“I gotta. Hmmh. Warn you. His cock is addictive,” purred Jessica.

“Th-that’s okay! I quit smoking!” insisted Betty. This woman had to be in her late 40’s—yet here she was acting almost the same as the fresh, virginal young college freshmen I fucked regularly.

“Take off those clothes. Show me that ass,” I ordered.

“Huh?” she asked. “Oh. Okay.” She stood back up and unceremoniously slipped out of her shirt, tossing it on the couch. Modest breasts bounced freely, freckled by the sun.

“You should take off your pants more slowly than that,” I chuckled.

“O-oh, yes. Sorry,” she stuttered. “I haven’t tried to act sexy in years! Oh gosh, hehe,” she giggled.

“Hah. Don’t worry,” I told her. “I just want to give that big white ass the unveiling it deserves. A lot of women your age forget they can even be sexy. Just relax. We’re here to fuck and feel good,” I reassured her.

“I. H-have you fucked many women my age?” she asked. Fortunately, her sanity was beginning to stabilize, but she was still squirming and wet as hell. Her pants were so soaked with her nectar that I could see the stain in the back as she turned. I could see the lines on her shoulders demarcating where her swimsuit had been.

“A month ago, I entertained a yacht filled with fifty-nine bored housewives with more money than cock in their lives,” I answered, rubbing my hands over the vast dome of Jessica’s belly. She groaned and licked her lips, smiling up at me. Her hands gently brushed over mine, joining me in massaging her absurd stomach.

Betty gaped at me for a long moment before asking, “Wait, you’re a gigolo? You paid him, Estelle?”

“No, the opposite. He bought me dinner,” she answered.

“It’s honestly sometimes a fuzzy line, but usually, I don’t charge for sex,” I answered. “But if someone offers me money for cock? Let alone organizes a whole event? Hell yes I’m going to take it,” I laughed. “The cruise was based off my house parties. It takes that many pussies just to leave my cock feeling satisfied.”

Betty shook her head and opened her mouth, but after a long moment, she hadn’t found anything to say. The woman bent slowly instead, looking over her shoulder as she perked that soft ass up in the air. She slowly slipped her pants down, exposing the tops of the twin mounds. What she was doing wasn’t really showing off—it was more just taking her pants off slowly.

“Bounce and jiggle that ass a little,” I advised her.

Mmm. Rock your hips,” added Jessica.

“Oh,” she said, before straightening up and swiveling her hips around, waving her fists above her heads, and generally doing a pretty good white mom dance. I smiled. She was trying, and that was nice. She even gave me an awkward smile.

“Very nice,” I complimented her. If we did this again, I’d ask Jessica to show her some moves.

“You like my ass? But it’s so chunky!” she said.

“I don’t care, I like big butts. Big hips. You can’t see it right now, but Jess has got a way fatter ass than you do,” I said. “But yours is nice and thick, especially on a white girl.”

Betty licked her lips and dropped her pants, fully exposing her modest underwear and her quivering ass. Her thighs forced the thick pad into ripples, exaggerating the dimples. This wasn’t a woman who worked out, but I certainly didn’t care. Bitching about a little cellulite would be asinine and hypocritical.

“Yeah, but she’s black,” Betty replied.

“I’m a Latina,” Jessica corrected her—though right now, her face and most of her body were more white than brown. “Mmm. My family’s mostly. Hnnnh. Dominican.”

“I’m sorry,” apologized the older woman. “You just, I thought….”

“Our families are neighbors,” chuckled Estelle.

Betty finally dropped her jeans into the puddle and then began to bounce and wiggle out of her underwear, stumbling and almost tripping over her jeans. She kicked them aside and continued. Slowly, the white panties slipped down about her hips. They were absolutely drenched. Her juices ran down her inner thighs, and a mewling noise came from her throat. The panties fell about her ankles. Her cheeks were bright red. “I’ve never been so horny,” she said.

“Good,” I chuckled. “Now lay on that coffee table.”

She swallowed and did as I asked, laying on the coffee table situated in the crook of the sectional. I put my hand on Jessica’s belly and pulled my cock the rest of the way out. Schlur-pop! My crown bounced free. Blooorch! Jessica’s tortured cunt gushed jizz all over my legs and the floor.

“Shit!” she said, clamping both hands over her pussy and just barely managing to stifle the flow. It kept leaking between her fingers.

As I moved to her and loomed over her body, Betty’s eyes grew enormous. My cock hung in the air above her like a fleshy blimp, near twenty inches of flesh thicker than her calf. Splat. Splat. She looked down as enormous dollops of boiling-hot jizz splattered on her stomach, leaving circles of seed the size of coasters. “Oh my god!” she gasped. My cock was covered in spunk and its skin was hardly visible, but she could see how big I really was now.

I looked down at her dripping pussy. The bush told me she didn’t shave often, probably because sexuality wasn’t a big part of her life anymore. But I’d correct that. I knelt down in front of her, and she looked down her belly at me, looking almost frightened. I pushed my pulsing tip up against her, the hot slickness kissing her dripping lips. I felt her silkiness beginning to spread wider and wider, and—

“Fuck! Haaaaugh!” she howled. She bounced on the coffee table and her belly almost undulated. Skllrt! Hot juices blasted around my crown, splattering all over my belly, chest, and face. “Oh god!”

“Calm down, I’m not even in,” I laughed.

“It’s been so long! I never get attention!” she cried.

“You’re getting nineteen-and-a-half inches of attention now,” I chuckled. I grabbed her hips and pushed forward, groaning as I felt her tight lips resisting, but stretching slowly, like rubber, pink lips flushing bright red. “Have you had kids?”

“Three!”

“Good. I’ll do the same thing I did to Estelle and make you feel like a virgin,” I said.

“It’s too big!” she cried out.

“It’ll fit,” I reassured her, looking at Jessica and Estelle. They both grinned, though Jessica looked almost drunk in her bleary gaze.

I leaned forward, my hands slipping up under her knees and spreading her thighs further. She gripped the edges of the table as I shoved in, and felt my glans pop all the way in. “Oohhm!” she moaned. The thick layer of slippery spunk on my cock was proving useful.

I rolled my hips, pushing even more in, sighing as I began to make small, rapid thrusts. Her pussy was hot and clung to me like a glove—a glove many sizes too small. I felt the silky tunnel stretching and pulling and molding around my organ as I forced it deeper, the bulge appearing in her lower stomach.

Ooh! Ooohh!” I felt her pussy clutch and grip. Her toes curled. More of her hot juices sprayed around my girth.

Her fair skin contrasted mine deliciously. The table creaked as I pumped my hips, forcing my cock even deeper. I sighed in pleasure, loving the hot, wet embrace around my organ. My cock was where it belonged—in the pussy of a needy, horny woman. Granted, I often created the need and horniness myself. “It’s so big!” she cried.

My heavy balls swung underneath, but I wasn’t deep enough yet for them to slap her ass. I heard Jessica behind me saying, “Push me!”

I looked back to see Estelle using her feet to shove Jessica’s back. The girl lurched unsteadily to her feet, almost falling over due to her enormously swollen belly. She still clutched her pussy with both hands and waddled over, breathing heavily in exertion. My jizz still squirted out between her fingers despite her efforts. Estelle and I looked at each other. She shrugged.

Betty looked up at Jess in confusion, and to be honest, I didn’t know what Jessica was up to, either. I should have. Regardless, I did appreciate seeing that huge ass jiggling as she moved.

However, Betty and I were both distracted when I struck her cervix. My cock rammed her womb’s gate, and I growled.

“F-fuck!” she howled before shuddering and orgasming once more, clear streams spraying once more.

Jessica jiggled over and sighed, almost collapsing onto Betty.

Augh!” cried the woman as I tried to penetrate her womb. I could feel her cervix bowing and giving. Glusch. Glusch. Glusch. Her whole body rocked up and down the table.

Jessica grinned at Estelle as she stood over Betty’s head. “You gave me an idea.” Then she took her hands from her entrance, lifted her belly with her hands, and SPLOOOORT! She unleashed a white waterfall that gushed all over Betty’s face.

Huurkh! Glurk! Glurk! Glurk!” Betty tried desperately to drink the deluge down, but to no avail—her whole face and neck disappeared in a white waterfall, gooey cascades rolling over her head, onto the table, and into a growing pool. Her hair was completely saturated, and it gushed over her breasts as well.

Jessica bit her lower lip and looked up at the ceiling, making a low moaning sound in her throat. “Oh, my god, this feels great,” she moaned.

As my fuckrod slammed into Betty, a bulge began swelling up above its tip. This one, however, wasn’t my work. Her belly was swelling as she gulped down pint after pint of steaming seed. “Gluck-gluck-gluck.” I saw her throat working. That growing pudge bounced and jiggled until I felt myself shift forward, the barrier giving in, my cock visible as it shoved deeper and tented her stomach higher. She let out a muffled cry into the stream of jizz and began to shake as she came once more. I was now in her womb.

The table continued to groan and protest, but I never stopped thrusting into her poor little pussy. I had at least ten inches of my gargantuan member in her body, bouncing her up and down as I made her toes curl. It was ridiculous … she was cumming again on top of the last orgasm.

I heard movement and looked over to see Estelle moving. She let out a throaty moan, leaning forward. She tried to get up, but her belly was still the size of a beach ball. Finally, she began rocking back and forth and managed to roll off the chaise and onto her feet, but not without a lot of very loud sloshing and jiggling.

She waddled towards us as I slammed my cock into Betty’s body. “Maybe we can put all this extra cock of yours to use,” she said to me.

“What? Mgh! Do you mean?” I grunted.

Without saying anything more, Estelle half-squatted and reached down, grabbing the neck of the bottle and moaning loudly as she began to pull it free once more. I suppose it would have been strange had I not seen it before—the spectacle of her pulling a spunk-slathered soda bottle from her distended pussy, the lips stretching around it, pulling out slightly about it, the words on the label becoming visible one by one.

It came free, and she began to gush … at least until she quickly threw one leg over my cock, straddling it. Then, she planted her hands on the table above Betty’s hips, and mushed her pussy against the top of my exposed cock. I could feel her lips stretching as she ground against it, jizz dribbling around it, but mostly held in place. Her ass rippled. She grinned over her shoulder at me. “Now you can fuck both of us at once,” she chuckled, before biting her lip and looking forward, sighing in pleasure.

Her belly was rubbing against my cock, her ass against my pubes when I thrust forward. She closed her thighs so that they’d rub my fat organ. “Ooh yeah,” she moaned. “Mmmm.”

Betty looked ready to give birth, she’d swallowed so much cum … and yet Jessica’s belly was still gigantic, outclassing both of them. A fog rose off the pools of seed that were all over the floor. I was used to the scent, but I was sure the whole house reeked of my seed.

It was then that I realized Betty was still convulsing and twitching … had she ever stopped orgasming?  I wasn’t sure she had. With Estelle’s help, though, it wouldn’t be long before I did so myself.

It was several more minutes of sloppy thrusting. Jessica finally moved away, grabbing up the soda bottle. She licked her lips and moaned as she pushed it into her own stretched-out pussy, trapping my jizz in her womb. The student collapsed backward under her own weight onto the couch. Floomf. She watched us blearily.

Estelle keened, “Oooh! Oh yeah, that’s it!” she sighed as she closed her eyes. I felt her twitching, her inner thighs contracting, compressing, tightening around my slick erection. I felt and saw it as hot juice squirted out against my cock’s upper surface, glistening drops spraying me.

That was all I needed. I sighed, feeling the delicious sensation of a tight pussy enveloping my cock, heat and wetness caressing its every surface, its tip slamming the back of a freshly-ravaged womb, that inner sanctum squeezing my glans. Betty kept cumming and cumming.

I felt my enormous balls tighten. The pressure inside. I felt my spunk flowing, stretching out its throat, the delicious release as all the building inside was finally put to use.

SPLOOORT. SPLOOORT. SPLOOORT. My cock blasted the back of her womb with a geyser of jizz, the fresh, steaming-hot goo filling her immediately, her belly resuming its growth and rising up and up in the air like dough.

BLUUUURCH. White blasted out around my width. “Ooohmm. I can feel all that power flowing through your cock,” Estelle moaned, reaching under herself to rub my organ’s belly.

Aaaugh!” Betty screamed at the ceiling. I couldn’t believe it, but her womb actually spasmed even more violently, spraying seed out around me as she somehow orgasmed harder in lieu of orgasming again. Betty gushed like a fountain, our combined juices rolling down my arms, chest, and thighs.

As I kept thrusting, the coffee table began to rock violently back and forth, creaking more and more. Betty kept growing, her belly expanding laterally till it spilled over each side of the table.

KRAK! The table buckled, the legs breaking as it fell to the ground. Betty’s belly bounced wildly. Estelle’s feet were on the ground, so she didn’t fall, but my cock was so thoroughly lodged in her neighbor that the white woman’s lower half was suspended in the air at an angle. Her belly rolled up and engulfed her tits.

“Sorry,” I grunted.

“Worth it,” answered Estelle.

Finally, my nuts emptied. I sighed and looked down at Betty. She twitched around my cock. All I saw were the whites of her eyes. Her mouth hung open, her chest heaved, her pussy twitched and gripped me.

I put my hand on her belly and began to pull back. Schllllrp. My cock came free with a vulgar squishing. Then the head popped out, bouncing as her pussy became a fountain and her ass collapsed to the wood of the broken table. Her belly wobbled and rolled absurdly as my sperm gushed from her in a coke-can-thick arch that fed the pool under our feet.

My member bounced up and down in front of me, dripping huge globs of jizz that were lost in the mire. “I think I’m gonna need to plug her before I take her there. Don’t wanna drip evidence on the floor.”

Estelle was standing there, clenching her knees, her hands holding my cum in. “Yeah. You’re both covered in ‘evidence.’ Mmm.

I went to the kitchen and got two more soda bottles. I grinned and looked at Estelle. She smirked and laid back on the chaise, spreading her thighs as I pushed the bottle up against her. Silently, she held her hands there until the bottle touched them. Then, when they were gone, I shoved it forward. Squiiilsch! It was in, and my cum was plugged inside her.

Then I put a hand on Betty’s belly and eased the bottle into her. It fit quite easily, slipping in with no real struggle. The flow of cum stopped, leaving her with a belly to match Jessica’s.

I looked at Estelle and said, “Where’s the bathroom? I want to clean her up some.”

She nodded down the hall. “To your left.”

I slipped my arms up under Betty and grunted as I hefted her. Her belly added a lot of weight to her limp body. I carried her to the bathroom and eased her into the tub. With that gargantuan stomach, there was no room for me in there. I rinsed her down with the shower hose.

I carried her back out to the living room and laid her on a relatively clean part of the sectional. I winked at Estelle before walking to the front door and easing it open. The street was dark and still, and a tree occluded the nearest lamp. I strolled outside into the warm air completely naked, cock bouncing and leaving a white trail as I went behind the Caddy and opened the tailgate. I removed the bag I kept there and brought it inside.

The duffel bag had become a necessity—I found myself in these situations often, with ruined clothes, covered in jizz. I kept a change of clothes and shower stuff in the bag, and it was the latter that I needed. I took a hot shower and dried myself before shoving all of my toiletries back into the bag. I reemerged clean and damp.

I looked at Estelle. “Think she left her door unlocked?”

“I doubt it, but I have a spare key under the microwave,” she answered. I walked into the kitchen and found the key in question.

Betty groaned catatonically as I carried her from the house to her own, walking across the grass. I set her in a chair on the front porch so I could unlock the door.

I managed to get her inside and set her in the bathtub. It was the most practical place. I was curious about what would happen when she woke up, but I didn’t stick around. I took one last look at the woman, passed out in the bathtub, her gigantic belly big enough to rest against both sides, and I closed the bathroom door.

Back at Estelle’s, I helped the ladies to the shower, then to the bedroom. Neither wanted to be unplugged. So I fell asleep nestled between their gigantically swollen bellies.

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