Breed me...

Getting railed by Brian's little brother in their bed was erotic, profoundly transgressive, and deeply perverted. Beth found herself yearning to feel his cum penetrate deep inside her, for his sperm to swim their way to their intended destination. Fuck... where's that coming from? She was on the pill, of course. And even so, Brian still pulled out whenever he could, so paranoid about knocking her up before the wedding. She hadn't realized until just now how much the thought of being bred, having a baby put in her slutty belly... by someone other than Brian....she moaned at the taboo idea.
"Jesus, Beth... you're soaking wet all of a sudden..."
"Mmhmmm... Kyle...I need your cum... I want you to breed me...." she stared into his eyes.
"What!?" he was incredulous, but he didn't stop pounding her.
"I want you to get me pregnant..." she was delirious with arousal, and it was amazing that Kyle hadn't bolted.
"That's fucked....up...." he kept on pumping, though.
"I know. And the best part is..." she cupped his face. "You're his brother... no one would ever know. The baby would look like him...." she smiled wickedly and he shook his head.
"You're an evil bitch..."
"Shut up and put a baby in me, Kyle." She locked her ankles around his waist.

"Oh, fuck, why is that so hot.... SHIIIIIIIIITTTTT!!!!!!!!!" Beth swooned as hot cum jetted inside her. She knew it was impossible, but she thought she could feel it push its way past her cervix, and into her womb. She moaned loudly in his ear. "Breed me, babyyyyyyy......!"
Kyle was shaking as he pulled out, while a river of cum leaked out of her. "Fuck...I really fucked up now."
"No... you didn't baby. I'm on the pill...." she said.
"What?! But...."
"It was just filthy talk, baby.... Hot though..." Beth reached down to scoop her fingers into the dripping load and then lick them clean."I can't help but notice that you didn't stop, even when you didn't know it was just a fantasy..." she smiled.
"Yeah... your pussy is amazing. I guess I couldn't help it." He was idly stroking his cock, which was getting hard again. "And the talk.... I guess I thought it was pretty hot."
"Oh, yeah...?" she reached out with her legs and pulled him closer. "You like the idea of putting a baby in me, huh? Letting your brother raise it..." Christ, that's fucked up... and it's getting me hot all over again. "...do you?"
Kyle fucked her doggystyle, and filled her up with another hot load in a relatively short time. She kept up a constant stream of dirty talk the whole time, begging him to breed her cheating hole, make her his breeding slut, cuck his own brother. Really vile stuff that made it all the sweeter when the second load joined the first. Sticky strands of congealing cum stretched between her pussy and his crotch. They jumped in the shower {if MeetAtPlanner = 1
} to clean each other up. "I need to wash you off me before the wedding planner." She chuckled. After the shower, she got dressed while Kyle tossed the bedding into the wash. {else
} quickly to clean up, and managed to get rid of the thoroughly spunked sheet before Brian got home from the gym. {endif
}

{if MeetAtPlanner = 1
}Beth got dressed in khaki shorts that hugged her round ass, along with a modest crop to show off her flat stomach. I'm working hard on it, and I'm going to flaunt it. {else
}
Beth and Kyle passed the rest of the time waiting for Brian to get home watching TV, though Kyle insisted on doing reps of situps and pushups while she watched in admiration. When Brian returned home with breakfast, neither of them gave anything away regarding their morning tryst. Beth even shared a few naughty glances with Kyle when Brian wasn't looking. It felt good to be bad; she was starting to {if Formation = 5
} remember. {else
}realize.{endif
}
After breakfast, Beth got dressed in some khaki shorts that hugged her round ass and a modest crop top for their appointment with the wedding planner. I'm working hard on this flat stomach and I'm going to flaunt it. {endif
}{if TomHappy = 1
}
While she was getting dressed, a text came in from Mr. Harden.

Tom: just wondering if you had a chance to think about that session today
Tom: lmk

The memory of... what she had done came rushing back. Jesus... when did I {if Formation = 5

}turn back into {else
}become {endif
}such a slut? She mulled over how to respond. {endif
}