Promiscuous

You were very promiscuous, a regular slut.

"Ugh, fuck! Take my nut you nasty bitch!" Your PE Teacher grunted as he jerked his cock, spewing his thick cum on your naked back while you did push-ups.

No, that would be an insult to the name slut.

"Glughk! Gaghk!" Your neighbour, old enough to be your Grandfather, sneered down at you as he used your throat as a cocksleeve. You were blacking out a bit before he slapped you. Hard.

You were a super slut. The fact that you are pregnant, is not only not a surprise, it was inevitable given the amount of sex you have.

"Oh God! Sis! Could you not? I need to sleep in here too!" Your younger sister complained as you fingered your wet cunt in the bedroom you shared.

In fact, this isn’t even the first one you’ve had, Or the second. You don’t care. You wear this belly the same as the one before, as a badge of pride. You don't care that you are repeating your last year of high school, and it's not likely you'll make it through this time either, because you have spent your days and nights fucking anyone who even hinted at wanting to.

"C'mon! Moo like a Cow! We bought you the outfit and everything!" The group looked at you expectantly and so, in the cowprint bikini they got you, you milked your fat milkbags and made mooing sounds to their delight.

All the while your belly expanded, and your outfits seemed to shrink until your outfits either expose your melons, your ass, your pussy, or all three. Your first pregnancy had you so scared you fled to the Hospital, but after the second one slid out on a night you were by yourself, you aren't sure you'll bother with a Doctor with this one.

You’ve made jokes about giving the class a birthing-show, and somewhere in your mind... you wonder how far you really might take it... that the tight feeling in your belly you’ve been feeling all night might mean today is the day.

You are Amanda, a pale teen with red hair and green eyes. You have freckles all over your face and chest. Prior to your third pregnancy, you had milkbags that fit a JJ Cup Bra. They've been getting bigger. Your dumptruck ass makes trousers or shorts impossible. Which is fine with you. You prefer short skirts and dresses so you can flash people.

Friday, the last day before the weekend. You felt the rounded shape protruding from your belly and weren't sure of you'd make it to the weekend. Alone at home, you made your breakfast and ate without a stitch of clothing on, enjoying yourself before, barely, dressing for school.

You had always been a slut, painfully **** for male attention, craving jizz enough that you hated being in groups of the chaste and the pure for any reason other than to corrupt them. Maybe it was because you were the first girl in your class to develop breasts, which other boys and girls teased you.

Maybe it was because once every girl had tits, yours were still the biggest.

Maybe it was because you fucked every boy in your class, every teacher in your school, and every dick you could get hard.

Possibly it was the fact that little your sister was in the same grade as you because after two previous pregnancies, you were repeating your final year.

Maybe... it was the fact that you never seemed to be able to say no to a cock. Even before you became a semen-slurping cum-junkie, you gravitated towards the boys amd sought male attention and validation. You wore clothing that didn’t make you look smart, pinks and whites mostly, tight enough to expose and display your whorish melons and slutty curves, until you managed to become someone nobody respected, and everybody desired. Slipping from class to class, camping under the desks of the teachers instead of paying attention to lessons.

Your sister, Katie, was a party girl. A needy standout, with a social schedule to match. Between cheer and dance, where she was an underling instead of a Queen, she was often in outfits that accentuated her curves or showed them off in subtle detail. She was a hanger-on, just popular enough to be above a good portion of their peers, but nowhere close to the leadership. For this reason, she was popular and often invited out to parties with her friends, trusted to be too obedient to try stealing anyone's man. Your parents, wary of your sister’s trajectory towards being just like you, decided that she should get a Counsellor that would impress on her the importance of chastityand abstinence.

Your sister at first argued about it, but when presented with the alternative of one of them acting as a chaperone to her social events, she relented.

At first, most of those parties Katie proved to be just what thenother girls wanted, and her standing rose from her being a trusted friend. But in the office of her Counsellor, Katie admitted she found it all boring as they mostly consisted of her herding boys back to their girlfriends and her "friends" drunkenly getting her name wrong.

Then a funny thing happened last year, the parties took on a more sexified tone, and the parents never returned home until well after it was over and cleaned up.

Seducing the Counsellor, you had used the horny old man to get all the girls to get more risque and the boys to stop bringing condoms. Suddenly, you found yourself attending the same parties as your sister, seeing couples who would actually get half naked or fully nude in games of spin the bottle or truth or dare, with dares that caused them to disappear into a room somewhere.

And while you often ended those nights by yourself, alone, while your sister cleaned and tidied, you weren't alone all night, as girls begrudgingly recruited you for threesomes in bids to avoid getting knocked up during raw sex with their boyfriends.

It was at one such party, about forty weeks ago when you had just sat down in a corner after getting double-stuffed by twins, when you heard a voice.

“Must you do that?” You sister said, annoyed. The party had just gotten going, and you had already stopped you sister from getting a guy by offering to suck on his rather large dong.

“Yes, I find cocks too wonderful to share with frigid bitches.” You respond.

“Not that,” Your sister spat venomously, she hated when you teased her for still neing a virgin. “Why can’t you be a normal girl and go date someone?”

“Because I don’t want my life judged by someone else daily? Constantly trying to be perfect for one guy is ridiculous and tiring. So much better to just fuck.” You respond.

“Why do you have to act so smart about being a dumb slut!?” She screamed at you. “Why can’t you just let me have one guy?”

“Because you belong with me, not some guy.”

“I am not like you. I will be safe, I have protection, I'm on the pill. A nice guy will date me, I’ll have him wear a condom. Just stop trying to drag me down to your level.”

“Not going to happen.” You chuckle, “Besides, you're lucky I want the best for you. Our parents wouldn’t get you those nice outfits I gave you. Your tits look amazing by the way, so exposed, perfect for guys to drool over.” your sister preened under the praise, jiggling her big melons, before remembering why she didn't get along with you.

“That’s the point.” She said through gritted teeth. “You don't want what is best for me,  you want what is best for you. And I refuse to be a slut with you.”

“Well maybe if you stop acting like a frigid bitch, you won’t have to worry about getting roped into every fucking party to chaperone other girls' boys?" You smirk at how much your sister reacts to the dig at her overstuffed social calendar. "If you keep on as you are, God knows I won't ever see your wedding, but I will see you have a whole house full of Bridesmaid Dresses." She huffs at your jab. It's not a new one, but it breaks her heart all the same.

That night was special. It was the night you stopped half-assed entreaties to your sister. You spiked the punch with something off the Internet that nullified the pill. You snuck a pin in your bracelet and pricked holes in any and every condom you could find. You paid the drinks guy to make sure all your sister’s "virgin" drinks were the opposite. And you gave out cheat sheets for getting your sister swooning.

You missed the first guy, and the second and third. You arrived just on time to clean the fourth's dick after he'd cum in Katie's pussy. You got to see jer naked tits bounce while you played with the same guy. You got to swallow jizz leaking out of all three of your sister’s holes.

Waking up the next morning, you found your sister still sucking dick, but the guys she was with weren't the ones you'd helped. They were the guys all her BFFs were dating.

It was a great month after. You still spiked drinks and handed out notes on your sister for the next few parties, but it was quicklynclear that once your sister fell off the wagon, there was no getting back on.

Sharing cocks through the day and scissoring at home, you finally had your ideal situation. And then your sister told Mum and Dad she was pregnant, with no idea who the father was.

Dad was livid, and later you learned your parents were going to try for another baby, hoping to have a more level-headed, chaste kid next.

Baby things began showing up at the house as your sister began getting bigger and showing off her bump. You soon found out you were pregnant again, and the whole entire cheer squad and most of the girls who went to the parties too.

You noticed most of the girls were getting hornier as they got bigger, and most were having to rely on the helping hand of a friend in order to stay mostly faithful to their boyfriends.

You and Katie were both showing, and you had switched to even sluttier clothes, when you caught your Mum. Sucking and fucking guys from her work. Dad was firing blanks and didn't know.

It felt good to push your Mum towards other cocks. Guys from school, the teachers, guys from your part-time job.

Hottest of all was the times you got her to bounce on cocks belonging to men that a child with would expose your Mum's infidelity.

Then, yesterday you noticed your sister wasn’t on the bus home, and when you got there, you found your parents were missing as well. After a few moments of looking you found a note.

“Katie has gone into labour. You're on your own for dinner. Do not invite boys over, we will call and let you know as soon as we know more. Love, Mum and Dad.”

Reading the note, you got a familiar pain in the small of your back as you suddenly realised that if Katie was having her baby, yours shouldn't be far off. All through the night, between brief naps, you waited for news of your sister, while you felt your baby stretch and kick. You milked yourself, your tits having not stopped producing since your first pregnancy. Finally, just after your alarm went off the next morning, you received word. Katie was about ready to deliver and by the end of the day you would be an Auntie.

Your mother had also been able to get herself looked at, and the Doctor confirmed it was another girl. You chuckle, already picturing the talk between your parents when your half-sister is born.

You tried to waddle on to school, hungry for some dick, but by the time you reached the bus stop, you couldn’t help but notice a gentle but rhythmic familiar cramping around your swollen middle. Your baby was coming and you weren't sure you'd finish the school day before it was time to push.

WHAT NEXT?

• OPTION 1- Go visit Katie and give birth in the Hospital
• OPTION 2- Take a Taxi to School for a more comfortable ride
• OPTION 3- "Get on the Bus you dumb pregnant bitch!"
• OPTION X- Open to Suggestions