My boyfriend

Aaron, my longtime boyfriend, has a voice that's instantly recognizable to me. Even in a crowded room filled with other boys, I could effortlessly distinguish his moans and grunts, even with my eyes tightly shut, let alone his speaking voice.

I first learned about this skill when we were in school. One afternoon, a random student used my cunt as a stress reliever while I was walking down the hallway. After relieving himself, he tossed me aside, literally lifted me up and threw me like worthless trash, and went on with his day. I, however, ended up on some guy's foot, and he chose to use my throat. Same as the first guy, after cumming, he passed me off to someone else. I was helplessly being passed around like a toy, and at some point, one of them dragged my face to the dirt and even shoved some on my nostril and mouth. Which was hilarious, because it took me only one sneeze to spray everything out. I lost count of how many times I was shuffled around, but in the end, I found myself in a room filled with boys. And by sheer coincidence, Aaron was among them. I instantly recognized his voice even though I couldn't see anything. My eyes were blinded by cum and dirt, caked like a mask to my face; even my hair was ruined by the same dirt. Although I wasn't sure if it was really him, it was later confirmed when one of them addressed him by name. I'm not sure if he recognized me back then, but I guess that didn't matter. That was the only time I was tossed around and ended up in a gangbang; typically I'd end up in the toilet and spend the rest of the day being treated as a toilet whore, and of course, I would act like one too.

The second time was during his family gathering. This was also the moment I proved to myself that my voice detection of him is one hundred percent accurate. Aaron brought me along to his sister's celebration party for passing her exam. While we wait for the celebrant's return from the hospital after delivering her new set of twins, his parents decided we should play their family's favorite pastime game, "Cock, Shock, Knock, Lock." Even though I was new to the game, I quickly grasped the concept because of its straightforward rules, and I found it enjoyable to play too. All of us women were blindfolded: myself, his mother, his aunt, his two cousins, and his three other sisters. Our goal is to identify whose cock was being thrust in and out of our cunts, and if we make the correct guess, the women earn a point. Once we collected a total of one hundred points, the game concluded and the woman emerged victorious. Each turn allows for three incorrect guesses, with each wrong guess resulting in a distinct level of consequence. The first wrong guess, the "Shock," gets five slaps to the face; the second wrong guess, the "Shock and Knock," gets knocked up with an additional 10 face slaps. Basically, it means to disable our inhibitors, which I don't have; Dad never installed one in me. So for me, this only means 10 slaps. And for the last wrong guess, the "Shock, Knock, and Lock", gets 20 slaps, impregnated, and gets locked up in a cage for a whole week. If all women ended up in the cage, the men win. Very simple rules. As we play, I would consistently identify Aaron based on his moaning alone, boosting our score significantly. In the end, every female participant did manage to catch a child, except for those who were already pregnant. I, his mother, and one of his sisters found ourselves living in a cage for a week. However, the overall score still resulted in us winning.

Since Dad never installed an inhibitor on me and my sister. Pregnancy has become a hobby of ours. I was so used to being pregnant that I would feel weird whenever my womb was emptied after giving birth; thankfully, there were always cocks available walking around the hospital when that happened. Of course, I wouldn't get impregnated immediately by this random cock, since my egg cells were still recovering and rebuilding. But having some cum filling my still unripe womb was comforting enough for me.

"Aghgh, yes. Suck it good, babe." Aaron moaned, sending my thoughts back to the present moment.

I complied with his request and eased my throat a bit, allowing his cock to slide in and out smoothly. I began to move my head rhythmically, triggering a soft moan of pleasure from him. This also gave me the freedom to look at my surroundings, and I realized we were just in my room.

Something was oddly not right here. Did he bring me home after finding me **** on the street? Is he involved in my loss of consciousness? Those questions were obviously unimportant. The only significant questions that need to be answered here are these two whys. Why would he bother dragging my **** ass home? And why my own room? I guess I'll just wait for him to answer that later.

My brain continued to panic, urging me to pull my throat out as well as my gag reflex began to rise. But I **** myself to push through the discomfort and just resumed my head bobbing on his cock.

"Matilda?" A voice unexpectedly came from the open door of my room.