Fivesome Part 5: Creampie for the Breeder Kink

“I’m gonna fill your womb with this huge fucking load,” you grunted.

Things had been going well. Not exactly how you’d pictured it, before the event or during, but good nonetheless.

The physical act of fucking Amanda was everything you could have hoped for. She wasn’t a pillow princess and put in effort to fuck back at you, which meant that her tits became a mesmerizing display of wobbling, jiggling sexiness. Lifting up her ass to get a good angle to fuck her with fast, hard thrusts was particularly fun because as humped her hips at you it made her breasts actually clap together.

You were both covered in sweat after ten hard minutes of fucking. There had been very little let-up other than the occasional shifting of position. She’d laughed as you lifted one of her legs up to press her knee to her big tit, telling you she couldn’t put her legs behind her head, but that hadn’t been your goal. You just wanted an angle to get even deeper into her, and it had worked.

Her first two orgasms had been small things, like when she’d been riding you and what the girls had milked out of her. The next one, as you fucked her with one hand on her throat and the other spreading her leg high and wide, wasn’t. She groaned, clenched her pretty eyes shut, and then started shaking as she mumbled about how good she felt.

Then the dirty talking started.

Somewhere behind you, Gemma and Maeve were fucking Sabrina. You could hear your girlfriend's familiar sex noises in the back of your mind as Gemma showed off what a kinky little woman she was. But all your attention was on Amanda because she loved it.

“Do it, John,” Amanda gasped. “Fill my fucking belly. Make it ooze out of me. Fuck, my pussy is all fuckin’ yours, Daddy. All fucking yours. Feels so good, stretches me so nice. Oh my-” she paused, squeezing her eyes shut again as another of those little shockwaves of orgasm washed over her. You barely even considered them ‘orgasms’ because they came and went so quickly. “Breed me like a fucking whore,” Amanda grunted. “Turn me into a fucking pregnant slut.”

The ‘breeding’ kink was hot, and completely new and unexplored territory for you. Sabrina wasn’t into it, and Gemma had her mild fear of getting pregnant so it was really off the table with her - you were still kind of in awe that she trusted and loved you enough to keep getting creampied by you on a very regular basis even with the assurance of her IUD. Amanda, on the other hand, and now that you knew that it was more of a verbal dirty kink than an actual desire for pregnancy, seemed to be finding out in real-time how hot she found it.

“Yeah?” you grunted. “You want me to breed you, huh, Amanda? Fill up your cunt and let Sabrina lick it out of you even though she’ll never get all of it? You’d be carrying around my baby all through senior year, your tits getting even bigger as your belly started to grow.”

“Oh my fuck,” Amanda moaned. “Oh, my fuck.”

“Everyone wondering who the lucky father was,” you continued. “Who got to turn you into their cute little breeder slut. And I’d come to visit every couple of weeks to check in and make sure my horny little breeding whore had all her needs fulfilled. I hear pregnant women can get extra horny - I’m sure you’d be one of them.”

“I’m… I’m…” she was gasping.

“What do you want, Amanda?” you asked. You still had one hand on her throat, not **** but pinning her to the bed as you savagely fucked into her, on the downward slope to your climax. You groped her fat fucking titty with your other hand roughly, squeezing it hard.

“Breed me, you big dicked stud,” Amanda gasped. “I’m COMING.”

You were pretty sure she blacked out as her eyes rolled up and her whole body started shaking. If you’d been in your own right mind you might have been worried she was having a seizure or something, but you definitely weren’t thinking clearly. The haze and fog of your impending orgasm crashed down on you fully as you thrust hard into her three more times, feeling her clit grinding against your pelvic bone as you bottomed out in her.

The next five thrusts were accompanied by your throaty growl as you pumped five big spurts of cum into her swampy, squishy pussy. Each one felt like pure relief as the pressure emptied out of you. The two thrusts after that, slower and languid, were done on pure autopilot as your orgasm slowed and you emptied what felt like the last dregs of your balls into her.

You let go of her neck and her tit, your hands managing to find the mattress on either side of her as you fell forward. A couple speckles of your sweat fell onto her chin and lip and even with her eyes closed and her mouth hanging agape in a silent scream of pleasure she licked the salty taste. She grabbed you with both arms, pulling you down, still riding her orgasm, so that you were pressed down to her bodily. You kissed her, since her mouth was right next to yours, and she met it feverishly as she continued to quake under you.

Finally, after nearly two minutes, she exhaled heavily against your lips and her body relaxed.

The three other women in the room started clapping.

Amanda blinked her eyes open, tears falling down as she tried to see straight. “Oh my gawd,” she whispered.

“That was a pretty big one,” you said, shifting so that you could gently move the strands of hair stuck to her forehead. “You OK?”

Her mouth worked a couple of times, tears still leaking from the outer corners of her eyes as she looked up at you with an incorrigible smile, and then her peace broke as she started to cry.

“Yeah, that’ll happen after that,” Gemma said, shuffling back over and stroking Amanda’s leg. “Just hold onto John and let it out, hon.”

“I’ve heard about reactions like that, but haven’t seen it or felt it,” you heard Maeve mumbling in the background. “Is that… normal for you guys?”

“I mean, ‘normal’ is kind of subjective,” Sabrina replied. “It’s probably not for everyone, even if he does give you an earth-shattering orgasm like that, which is kind of his speciality. I think he’s done it to me, Gemma and one of our other friends so far. It’s very cathartic.”

“Hmm,” Maeve hummed thoughtfully. “Interesting.”

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