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It certainly wasn't what I had expected at the beginning. If anybody had told me that tonight, after about three bottles of wine, I would be getting my cock sucked while the woman's husband and my girlfriend were asleep, I would have been very surprised. On the other hand, if they had said that I would be blackmailed in a plan to knock up my girlfriend and two of her friends, you could have blown me down with a feather, so to speak.

Five of us, who had met at university and remained good friends, had decided to go for a week away in the country. It had been at Liv's suggestion, the rather short but well proportioned pharmacist and wife of Steven, a man who turned more into the stereotype of a lawyer every day. They had married just after university with a horse and cart, a large reception and a rather meringue-like wedding dress. That was about two years ago. Liv had mentioned the pitter-patter of small feet once or twice, but Steve's response had been “hmph”.

My girlfriend, Kelly, and I had gotten together about the same time. I had spent the best part of a year staring into the back of her head during lectures, watching her long red hair sway in time with her long skirts, which always went with her bright green eyes. It took two months of sitting in the same tutorial room as far away from her as possible before I got the courage to say something to her. Although “I'm really sorry about spilling coffee on you” doesn't usually work as a pick up line, things thankfully went from there. We started by making polite conversation whether mustard jackets were exclusive to university professors. I convinced her that a coffee would be a good idea after class and I really would try hard not to spill it this time. A few days later, a drink and dinner at a little Italian place was followed by the proposition “would you like to come back to my place so I can screw you senseless until we both can't walk”. It accepted by both parties with a resounding “Yes, yes, oh my god YES”. We had been living together for three months and hadn't killed each other yet. Hell, she actually liked my cooking. .

The fifth member of the party was the only one who had come unaccompanied. I was't entirely sure about how we knew Cynthia, but she'd always been around at university. She has always had a fashion problem: her clothes never met in the middle. Of course, her boyfriends had rarely objected to this, especially those that were somebody else's. Cynthia had unfortunately broken up with her latest attachment at just about the same time as the weekend had been organised, turning a weekend for three happy couples into one for two slightly less happy couples and one rather depressed, slightly overweight but still very attractive blonde. She had really been dragged kicking and screaming up here by Liv. I hadn't been entirely sure why.

We all arrived on a Friday after work in Steven's Audi. My uncle had a holiday house about two hours north of town just on a little cove. Not quite a water view, but about five minutes walk from the beach. It was still spring, and the weather was still fresh enough to stop the summer hordes of tourists from invading. The quick run to the local fish and chip had filled our bellies, and the nice log fire in the lounge room had really relaxed us. So had the four (or was it five) bottles of good red wine, followed by the bourbon and coke. By midnight, we were all well and truly plastered. Kelly had decided to go to bed when consciousness became a little to much to bear. Watching her well-filled jeans sway across the room, she came over to kiss me goodnight.

“I think,” she slurred, “I'm a little bit tipsy”. She lurched, about to fall down, but I caught her by her rather nice backside (accidentally, I swear).
“You should really go to bed, before I have to pick you up and carry you there myself,” I said, then gave her a peck on the cheek.
“Ohhh, OK, squeeze you later” she replied. At this point, Cynthia and Steven also decided that horizontal safety was a good idea, and staggered off their respective bedrooms, leaving me and Liv in the lounge, in separate leather armchairs facing each other across the room.

Liv toyed with her glass of wine. “So how long have you two been going out?” she asked.
“Coming up for three years, anniversary in June, or July. Something like that”. The alcohol had significantly affected my brain and thinking was becoming a real chore. Taking another swig of bourbon and coke was much easier.

“So, when are you going to knock Kelly up.”
It wasn't just the turn of phrase that made my drink come out of my nose, it was Liv's worryingly evil grin as well.
“Oh come on,” I replied, cleaning myself up, “what about you guys. A year after marriage and still no kids. Unless there's something you're not telling me. In which case alcohol is bad, you know.”

'Don't worry, I'm still not pregnant, alas,” she sighed, taking a large gulp and relaxing back in the plus armchair. Her black miniskirt had ridden up her thighs. If I just wiggled further down in the chair a little more, I might be able to see what colour her panties were. Ah, the stupid things you do when you're drunk.
“Steven says it's still not the right time. He's not ready. Well, he's certainly ready enough to fuck me three times a week. Four, if I wear the red lacy under wear and these stiletto boots”, she said, raising her leg. I could now see that she was indeed wearing red panties that went very well with a pair of knee high black leather kitten heeled boots. My mind wandered to what exactly the rest of the outfit looked like. Certainly her ample breasts would be very on-display in a revealing lacy bra. A truly spectacular sight. I crossed my legs to avoid my hard-on being to obvious.
“So they work on you too, huh.” That wicked grin made its return. I went even redder than the alcohol had made me. She continued.
“Really, I've half a mind to get off the pill, get Steve drunk, put on the underwear and the boots and fuck him senseless. I just haven't figured out whether to tell him I'm fertile before or after he comes in me. Fucking him and making him get me pregnant without him wanting to. Almost like rape. That'd be so cool!” she squealed, like she was talking about a new pair of shoes or something.

I was getting rather turned on here, with the frank discussion and the mental images of a very hot Liv trying to get pregnant. The image and the booze prevented my brain from functioning. I remained silent, but involuntarily licked my lips.

Liv's expression changed somewhat, taking on an air of satisfaction. She put her drink down and walked over to sit on the sofa beside me.

“Now, suppose I should really tell you why I organised this weekend away.” She put her hand on my thigh, slightly higher than you might expect from a friend. “You see, I figured after about almost a year, it probably was time for me and Steve to have a baby. And a could have just gotten him all hot and bothered, worn really skimpy clothing and invited him to fuck me until he let a good dose of baby batter loose in my pussy, but I thought something else would be more fun”.

“And that, um, would, um.” My reply was somewhat inarticulate, owing to the alcohol, her incredibly sexy tone and the fact that there was a woman who was not my girlfriend with her hand rather close to my package. Add to that the fact that I was rather horny, and speech was virtually impossible.

Her hand shifted until it was just about on my cock. My erection was bleedingly obvious through my pants and she definitely knew about it. “You see, you guys are all my best friends. And really, It'd be no fun if only we had kids. So really, what I want to do this week is get Kelly, Cynthia and me pregnant,”

My brain finally registered the absurdity. “You want what? But Kelly's on the pill and Cynthia doesn't even have a boyfriend any more, let alone the fact that the two of them don't want to get knocked up.”

Liv's hand squeezed my cock. It jerked involuntarily. “That's right. When I planned this holiday, I had thought it would be six of us. Still, needs must. I knew I was going to need some help for this. I haven't even told Steven”.
Her hand was now slowly rubbing my cock through my pants. Her skirt had ridden up even higher, and the band of her red panties was obvious. “You see, what I need now is someone to help me with that plan. And that someone is you.”

Liv stood up and shucked her dress, revealing a matching red lace panty and bra set, along with a large, white, jiggling set of breasts almost overflowing her bra. Her slightly round tummy just stuck out over her panties.

She pirouetted. “You like?” I grunted, all fear of being caught by our respective partners gone in my arousal. She sat back down and unzipped my fly, reached into my boxers and pulled out my cock, admiring it. “Oh, my how beautiful. Not quite as big as Steven's, but still I'm sure Kelly has a nice time with it.”

I was now incredibly aroused, and very worried. I wasn't sure where things were going to go from here, but if they got much hotter I was going to come all over my clothes and Liv's wobbling tits. My dick gave another involuntary lurch at the thought. Liv stopped for a moment and placed both my hands on her backside, then resumed playing with my cock. She closed her hand around it, her encircled index finger and thumb just underneath the ring of my glans, and started some infinetesimally small movements.

“You see, I've got a plan to knock up Kelly, Cynthia and me, whether anybody else likes it or not.” She started going a little bit faster.
“Now, I want you to help me”
A little bit faster again.
“You see, on the mantlepiece, I've set up the camcorder, and its going now. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to blackmail you a bit”
“Wha, what?” My eyes flew open, but my hands didn't move from their place on her ass. There was indeed a video camera pointing towards us.
Liv's teasing jerking on my erection slowed down, and she started to use her left hand to play with my balls. “So, I'm going to get a film of me giving you a hand job, and a blow job, and I'm going to use it to force you to help me get Cynthia and Kelly knocked up this week. And there's absolutely nothing you can do about it, unless you can get me to stop.”

The conscious part of my mind understood the danger and wanted to flee back to the safety of Kelly. My unconscious just wanted to come, and the rather sexy woman with her hand on my penis bringing me inexorably close to climax wasn't helping.
“So, look.” Liv stopped playing with my dick and got up on the couch next to me, very close. “The deal is I make you come now,” she whispered, “and you help me get them pregnant this week, whether they like it or not. No actual rape as such, just good, old fashioned fucking without protection.
“But, but, ooooh, I really, oh my God,” She started again before I could reply, this time a little faster, and longer strokes. The evil grin was even wider and her intentions were clear.
“Oh, come on, you'd really like to see Kelly knocked up. Her pants getting just a little bit tighter, a bit of tummy poking out over the top, her tits growing.”
To emphasise the point, Liv stopped jerking me off and pulled her bra down, exposing her voluminous, quivering breasts. The nipples were about half an inch long, and well and truly pointed, her pale skin contrasting with the vivid pink of her aureolae. I moaned involuntarily.

“I thought you'd like my girls. Steve loves them, just can't take his hands off them”, she said, cupping them in her hands, “and sometimes, I even let him fuck them. It never takes him long to shoot off doing that. Just a few seconds between these babies, and there's a big load of cum all over my face and tits”. All this talk was going to make me cum in a very short period of time. I was going to have to make a stand now or not at all.

“But how exactly do you plan to do this. Kelly and I don't want kids yet, and she's on the pill. And so's Cynthia, from what I remember.” It sounded more like an enquiry than a protest. Not what I had originally intended to say. The evil grin returned, this time showing teeth.

Liv's hands went to my belt, simultaneously thrusting her breasts in my face, brushing one against my cheek. Like a baby, I took it into my mouth and started sucking. She quickly undid the buckle, pulled her breast out of my mouth, and gave my trousers and boxers a short sharp tug, pulling them about halfway down my thigh. She smiled again, and started to lick my cock, running all the way from my ball sac up to the head. It jerked again, and it took a self control not to come then and there. Liv took my hands in hers and placed them on her breasts, then placed one hand on my cock and the other on the inside of my thigh, but she wasn't moving. Neither was I.
“Kevin, I've replaced both the girls' pills with placebos about a week ago. Nothing dangerous, but they should both be extremely fertile and in a baby-making way in a couple of days. So, I figured you just keep fucking Kelly not telling her that she's fertile. Cynthia, I think we get her really drunk and I get Steve to fuck her. He's due a present, and he's always liked blondes.”
I took a sharp intake of breath. Liv took this opportunity to start masturbating me again. My hands didn't move from her tits, but started squeezing them.
“Unless, of course, you want to preg Cynthia too.”
My eyes closes momentarily, and I gave a small grunt. Liv's jaw opened in a wide-mouthed grin.
“You dirty fucker, you want to get Kelly AND Cynthia pregnant too.” She started going faster. I wasn't going to be able to take much more of this.
“I'll see what I can do. Maybe you can both fuck her. In the meantime, to complete this little video, if you remember what's going on, I need to make you cum. And I suspect you're so horny now that you're about to cum and shoot a big load all over yourself.” I gasped and nodded. Her hands has brought me to the brink or orgasm. My gaze fixed on her wobbling tits, being gripped firmly by my hands.
.“So, to save cleaning up the mess, I figure I'll let you come in my mouth.” With that statement my orgasm was only seconds away, and Liv knew it.

She stopped everything and took my hands off her tits. I gave a soft moan. “So, do you agree? We get all three of us knocked up, and you're going to help me get three big fat pregnant bellies in this house? I'll even let you see us all get knocked up. You'd love to see me taking a load in my dripping pussy. And what about Cynthia? I know you've always fancied her. You really want to see her legs in the air. Of course, if you could stop me making you cum, I'd let you off the hook. If you don't want to release your seed in my mouth, you could just tell me to stop, and I would. Even though I'd love to get a taste. And I know it wouldn't take long. I think you're almost ready to shoot off”. I nodded, and she continued.

“Well, Kevin. Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to wrap my lips around your hard cock and suck it until your cum flies everywhere.” She looked up at me, licking her red lips. The lips that I was going to cum all over, and the tongue that was going to tickle my head until I came. There was no way I could possibly resist. I did the only thing I could. I had been beaten sexually by the charms of this evil vamp. I closed my eyes and nodded.

“You won't regret it.” With, her mouth went onto my throbbing cock and rapidly started bobbing up and down. She took my hands back to her tits, and then placed hers on the inside of my thighs. It was all too much.. My breathing started coming in short, sharp gasps. I looked down at Liv and our eyes met. The total picture of a slutty but powerful woman, with a red lacy brassiere messily pulled down under her great wobbling breasts, her mouth wrapped around my cock and her brown eyes was incredible. I was getting ready to shoot a huge load. Then, she took her mouth off. “Come on,”. She said, “just let it go like you were making a baby in my belly.” She stuck out her slightly plump belly and went back to my with my dick in her mouth she smiled. I came, hard, stars flashing before my eyes. I heard her say, “That's it, good boy,”, like I was a well behaved child. I fired two, three blasts then felt her mouth sliding over my head. The rest of my load went over her mouth, then dripped onto her tits.

“Kevin, naughty. I told you I didn't want a mess,” she said. “Now, look at this. Still., I suppose its worth its weight in blackmail. She got up, slightly unsteadily, and switched off the camera. I fumbled to rebutton my pants, trying to get my head around exactly why my cum was all over Liv, and what I was going to have to pay for it.

“I think the day after tomorrow would be an excellent day for pregging, don't you. And remember, any word of this to anyone, and Kelly sees the tape” I had forgotten about Kelly and the plan for three pregnant women, two of whom didn't know anything about this yet. I watched Liv wander off to bed without a further word, then retired myself, hoping Kelly wouldn't notice anything amiss.