Calling in assistance

Just as you resign yourself to burying your face in the couch cushions, you feel someone new grab your arms and begin supporting your weight. In the brief moments of clarity between thrusts you see ome of the other pregnant ladies in the room on each side of you, holding you by the upper arms to keep you in place. You give each of them a brief, thanking smile in the fleeting moments you have your full faculties. Again with your upper body held steady, The Boss's cock keeps pummeling you as hard as ever.

Just when you think you've started getting used to the fucking, something else makes you shriek in pleasure. A coordinated pull on both nipples timed perfectly with a poke against your cervix overwhelms your senses yet again. The two of them continue attacking your breasts, each exploring your heavy globes on her own pace. With each of them taking their own time to explore your massive chest, you're not left with any valleys in your journey to your next peak.

It only takes a few more forceful strokes against your womb to push you to your next climax. This time the three women holding you in place are a godsend as your orgasm makes you lose all the strength you had left. Your body slumps against their combined support. You're glad now that you set your knees up on the couch as if you were still standing you would have collapsed to the floor. Your shallow breathing makes your chest shudder as both of your nipples are pinched, pulled and twisted to extract the most out of your body. Your fuck tunnel's walls squeeze harder than ever against The Boss's monster cock every time it fully fills you, though he is **** to grab your hips with both hands to continue his rhythm. The otherwise quiet room fills with noise as every single sensation makes you shriek in ecstacy.

The pleasures continue uninterrupted through the height of your climax and long after it fades. The continued stimulation keeps you on a steady plateau, though the energy expended during the fuck session has left you tired and delirious. Unable to fully recover your posture, you simply let The Boss use you as a cock sleeve, holding your torso in place and stretching your quivering cunt to its limit.

Ivy squeezes your hand again just as another novel sensation washes over you. For one of his thrusts, The Boss holds himself against your womb and you feel a sudden warmth. When he pulls back and thrusts again he holds it for even longer. This time you feel the pressure of his hot seed spraying directly against your baby room. Again and again with each thrust he deposits more seed, forcing it to fill any fold or pocket it can find. After over a dozen such bursts he finally pulls all the way out of you, making you groan at the sudden emptiness and the satisfaction of it being over.

As if to congratulate you for a job well done, Ivy pulls your face up to hers and plants a sloppy kiss onto your lips, holding both sides of your jaw in her hands to keep you locked in place with her. Her tongue dances with yours and you return in kind as much as you can manage, though she commands most of the action in this closing demonstration.

When she finally releases you, several other sets of soft hands gently guide you down to the couch. They turn your torso to your left to let you lay down on your right side. When you sink into the embrace of the couch cushions, a fluffy pillow is already waiting for you and you almost immediately fall into a very restful sleep.