Picture Perfect

You, Georgie, and Lucy had moved in with the Grays (you finally learned Tyrone's last name) in early June, right after high-school graduation. Two weeks later, all three of you giggle and hugged with positive pregnancy tests. Those results didn't stop any of the Grays though. Each of your were fucked like they were trying to get you pregnant every night, up until the boys left for college.

You were two months pregnant now, saying goodbye to Tyrone as he left for fall football camp, and then school. He was only 30 minutes away, and promised to come back and "remind you whose bitch you were" as often as possible. You assume Alfie said something similar to Lucy, but his tongue was so far down her throat that you weren't entirely sure.

As the boys drove away, you placed your hand on your small bump, already missing your lover, but excited for his future, your future, and your baby's.

You looked over at Lucy, who was sobbing. You hugged and cradled her, and looked around for Georgie and Marlan, but they were gone. You heard a down slam from inside the house, and felt a pang of jealousy towards her, knowing she was getting filled like the bitch she was.

You spend your pregnancy visiting Tyrone, getting fucked, and completing classes online alongside Lucy and Georgie. It was nice to have "sisters" going through the same situations.

March came along, and as you were getting railed by Tyrone in a wonderful late-stage pregnancy fuck, you felt your water break. Tyrone pulled out and finished on your face, and then you both got cleaned up and headed to the hospital, ready for the next chapter to begin.