that.
Or the day after that if they repeated tonight. I'd be perfectly fine with that schedule, really.
**
I waddled into our private home's kitchen. While all the other college kids would be having meaningless flings and fruitless relationships, little did they know the four happiest people on earth claimed a house only a few blocks from the school.
My hands on the table, I felt weird. "Urgh," I let out. Will being pregnant always feel like this?
"What's bugging you?" Colin asked as he followed me in.
"Nothing, just feeling off. Think it's just normal body stuff that comes with you know," I gestured to my body, and the core that was round, almost ready to pop. "this."
"I know just the cure," he said, approaching. My hands went firmly down on a table, holding myself up as he threw up my maternity dress. Things like panties I had given up on long ago. Colin knelt between, and licked my pussy from between my legs. It was just what the doctor ordered.
"Hey, if that doesn't help her, I got a nice thick tube of medicine for her right here," Joel commented as he approached, and kissed me. So sensual, just like all of them did.
"I do too," Alan came in from the other direction and was already stripping down. "Where would you like it applied, Holly? Throat? Face? Pussy? Maybe we can give your an ass a try for a change."
My eyes went wide at the suggestion. They were so focused on knocking me up, they had forgotten it was an option. I'd never experienced it, but if it was anything like anything else they did, I'd be screaming for more. "I'd think it'd be most effective as a suppository, Doctor Alan."
Joel smiled. "Oh, we're getting into that sort of stuff now. There's no coming back once we open that door - the back door."
Everyone shared a chuckle. There was something comforting about falling in love with your best friends. You always want to find the one you share so much with, one you can talk to about anything and make endless jokes with. When love enters into it, you hope the sex is as good as the rest of your relationship.
For some bizarre reason, I had lucked into three people who fit that role, who loved me so damn much that they were willing to share. They were going to wear me out with their insatiable teenage lust, but it was worth it.
Boy, it was fucking worth it.
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The feeling of a tongue against my pussy was so real though. It took me a moment to realize that was because it was real.
Bret. I giggled out loud about how romantic he was being. I relaxed and let him do all the work, spreading my legs further for him. He sucked on my nub and it caused my eyes to burst wide open in appreciation for what he was doing.
I reached down for his head, my way of keeping him going. To his hair, getting a good grip.
That was odd. I didn't recall Bret having long hair. He wasn't bald, but he had a decent amount - just enough to be stunningly handsome.
Another suck on my clit, and I grabbed his hair, to brace myself against the pleasure rising inside of me. His tongue thrust inside of my slit, penetrating me and keeping me riding that wave higher and higher.
I couldn't resist any longer. The intense orgasm swept over my body, just as wonderful as the night before. My moan was loud, again not caring if the other boys in the house would hear me.
The licking stopped, and I tried to regain my breath, so sweaty. I spoke when I had the energy to do