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This is the last pre-written chapter in the series about the sexual development of my wife Heather; the series so far takes her from her first sexual experience at thirteen to just short of motherhood at eighteen (in this chapter she is heavily pregnant!). It involves, amongst other topics, under-age sex, group sex, gangbangs, porn production and a little girl-on girl action. There is plenty of material for further chapters taking Heather into her early twenties, but whether I write them will depend on inclination and availability of time (plus, I suppose, whether I get any feeling that they would be welcomed).

Author niceneasy. If desired, feedback/comments/suggestions to the author at chjp1874@gmail.com

I have lightly and tastefully photographically illustrated versions (compliant with asstr guidelines) of a few chapters in the ‘Heather’ series, on Microsoft Word and Adobe PDF files. May post these later if I can ever work out how to do it!

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Chapter 24. PAUL AGAIN. Heather aged 18 and 8 months.
Heather eight months pregnant - We get a visit from Paul – Heather unable to resist temptation – new experience; vaginally fucked by two cocks at once!

You’ll remember Paul, who was the first other man to get his cock into my lovely wife when she was only sixteen and who introduced her to dogging. He called by when Heather was eight months pregnant and hugely swollen. By now Elaine, his wife, was also pregnant, and being the Miss Prissy-knickers that she is, had banned intercourse as soon as she discovered she was pregnant. So he was mightily frustrated and horny!

We sat on the sofa drinking tea, with Heather sitting between us and complaining about how uncomfortable she felt, with such a big belly and rock-hard breasts full of milk that she needed to express out every day. Suddenly she exclaimed “Oh! It’s kicking - do you want to feel?” Paul put his hand on her bulge. “You probably won’t feel through that” said Heather, and pulled her billowy dress up to just below her breasts. He moved his hand around her belly – “There!” she said triumphantly. “Did you fell that?” “I certainly did” he replied, as he continued to trace his fingers lightly across her taut skin. “Oooh, that’s nice” she murmured. “While you’re doing that, I don’t suppose you’d rub some of this oil in, to stop me getting stretch-marks?”

“Anything to please a lady, especially this one” replied Paul, taking the bottle of oil from the basket on the coffee-table and dripping some on to Heather’s tightly-stretched skin. He started to gently massage the oil all over her belly. “Ooooh, that’s nice” she murmured dreamily, with her eyes almost closed. After a few minutes she said “My breasts are really stretched, too – the midwife said oiling them will help to get rid of stretch-marks there, too.” I don’t think Paul could believe his luck – “Your wish is my command, O Exalted One” he enthused. “Let’s get those monsters of yours out for some nice oily massage!”

My wife undid the buttons at the front of her dress while Paul eased the straps down and off her arms, exposing her bulging pregnancy bra. I reached behind her and unclipped it – she eased it off her swollen mammaries. “Bloody hell, Heather” said Paul. “You were well to the front of the queue when they were handed out, weren’t you? They’re even bigger than I remember them.” She laughed. “Well, that’s what pregnancy does to breasts, as if you didn’t know. Now rub some of that nice oil into them.”

Paul dribbled some oil onto each breast. “Shall we do one each?” I ventured. “Each one’s big enough to need a pair of man’s hands rather than just one!” “Mmmm, that’d be nice” husked Heather sexily. “Four hands massaging my breasts - who knows what that might lead to?” I started to work on the one engorged breast while Paul got both hands on the other. “Wherever you lead, you horny little sexpot” I replied, “I think you’ll find two hard cocks not far behind!” 

My wife’s breathing quickened as we gently massaged the oil into her voluptuous breasts. Her nipples were big from all the expressing of milk she had been doing, and I could feel her excitement mounting as we paid special attention to them. They stiffened noticeably! Very soon, though, they began to leak milk copiously with all the stimulation that they were getting. “I think you boys might need to help me out here before everything gets drowned in breast-milk” said Heather smilingly. “Erm – how about you maybe drinking some of it for me?” I’d done this once before, and found it quite tasty (and very erotic!), but this was clearly a new concept for Paul. “Are you serious?” he gulped. “Of course she is” I responded. “Haven’t you ever done this before?” “Well, actually, no” he said. “Come on, then” I urged. “Let’s give it a go and help the poor girl out. One breast each!”

We knelt each side of my wife and moved to take a wet nipple into each mouth, “Mmmm” she murmured - “I think I’m going to enjoy this!” She held a hand under each huge breast for support as we both began to suck and greedily (and noisily!) drink her sweet breast-milk. It came out really easily, and Heather moaned softly as she enjoyed our attention to her breasts. “This is so sexy” she breathed – “it’s really turning me on!” I slipped my hand into her knickers and opened her up with my finger. “It certainly is, my love” I replied as best I could with a mouth full of distended nipple. “You’re really slippery and wet down there!” I pulled my hand out, and Paul immediately replaced it with his, all the while still slurping down breastmilk. I noticed that my wife’s hand had moved to rub his erection that was bulging in his trousers. “Diddle me, Paul!” she pleaded – “I love my button being diddled!” Paul did just as he was told, and I could see his hand working on her clitoris inside her silky knickers.

“I suppose I’m going to get fucked now, am I?” she murmured, as her legs opened wider under Paul’s ministrations. “Oh, I don’t know as we can be bothered, Paul, can we?” I replied with a straight face. “No, not really” he ventured. “Too much like hard work.” Heather’s face fell. “Only joking!” I laughed. “You don’t really think you’d get away without being knobbed after getting us to this point, do you?” She beamed at us. “Take my knickers off for me” she instructed. “I can hardly reach them over this big lump!”

Paul peeled her knickers off as she lifted her bottom up, then pushed her warm thighs apart, exposing her bare cunt, which gazed pinkly and moistly out of her dark bush. He quickly unzipped his trousers and pulled out his hard cock. My wife reached forward and encircled it with her hand. “Ooooh, you’re so hard!” she exclaimed as she rubbed it up and down. Paul groaned. “You know I only have to look at you, Heather, even fully dressed, and I get a hard-on for you. Seeing you pregnant like this is even more mind-blowing!”

Heather giggled. “You men are so funny! I think I look quite revolting with such an enormous belly.” “If it was just through over-eating you would” I responded. “But it’s knowing what the cause of it is that’s the big turn-on for men – you’ve let yourself be fucked and given a baby inside you. And you still want to be fucked some more, almost right up to the point of giving birth!” She was rubbing the head of Paul’s cock up and down her pink cunt-lips by now. “Oh, yes!” she gasped. “I do, I do! Do it to me now!”

“Oooh, you’re such a slut!” teased Paul as he eased his cock in to the hilt in just a couple of strokes. As he started to fuck her in earnest he gently rubbed and massaged her gleaming enormous belly, still slippery from the aromatic oil. “Go on, Paul” I encouraged. “Shag my slut senseless - she loves it! She’ll do anything for cock!” “Mmmmm – Unh – Unh – Unh – Unh…” gurgled Heather rhythmically with her eyes closed and mouth wide open, in time with each in-stroke. “I’m – I’m such a slut! Use my slut body! Unh – Unh – Unh! I just wanna be used for sex – Unh - all the time!”

Now, readers, don’t think I’m denigrating my wife by calling her a slut at times like this. I know perfectly well that she’s no such thing. However, experience has shown me that once she gets past a certain point of sexual arousal it excites her even more to play the slut, to be called a slut, to talk as though she’s a slut, and to invite the man or men having sex with her to use her like a slut. It’s almost as though once her glands release a certain amount of sex hormones, this completely removes any barrier to her acting out her secret desires and temporarily becoming something that she would never be normally. It’s really stimulating for her and very arousing and exciting for the man or boy (or men or boys!) using her at that moment. Fortunately, once she gets to that point, it seems to give her cunt an almost unlimited capacity for taking cock and being repeatedly fucked! She also loses control of what she says, and can talk wonderfully dirty at such times!

Paul was going in and out like a smooth piston. “She’s so open!” he gasped, looking at me. “I’m hardly touching the sides – I reckon she could take another cock in there!” It was as though a light suddenly flashed on in my head. “Now you mention it” I said, “I saw that done in a porn film once. Shall we give it a try, Heather?”

My wife opened her eyes and looked up at me, her head still moving up and down as her body was pushed with each in-stroke. “Ooh – I don’t – is it possible?” she gasped. “We’ll soon find out, my dirty darling!” I retorted, rapidly getting my stiff prick out. “Lie on your side and pull your knees up, so Paul can get back into you like that.” Heather did as she was told, and Paul got straight back up her, kneeling on the floor. I got on the sofa beside her and spooned myself into her back and bottom. “OK, let’s see how this goes” I said as I pushed the head of my knob into her opening, to join Paul’s embedded cock in her hot slippery cunt. It wasn’t easy, but as I moved my cock around to find a way in it suddenly slid up her. It was fairly tight but by no means uncomfortable. We both started to work our pricks in and out of her, tentatively at first but soon both going right in and out, well-lubricated by a combination of my wife’s love-juice and all our perspiration.

“This is fantastic!” moaned Paul, sweating profusely (it was mid-summer!). I wouldn’t have thought it possible!” Heather lay like a beached whale, panting and gasping as her heavily pregnant body was fucked by two cocks at once. “Ooooh – Unh – Unh – Unh – I – I can’t believe – Unh - I’m taking two at once – Unh – Unh – only a real slut – Unh – Unh - could take two cocks – Unh – like this – Unh – couldn’t she – Unh – couldn’t she?”

“Oh, yes, my darling” I panted as I worked my cock in and out in tandem with Paul doing the same thing. “You are a true slut – a delectable whore just made for being fucked – you exist for men to enjoy – your body’s sole purpose is to give pleasure to men, and you love to, don’t you? Don’t you?”

My wife moaned. “Oh, don’t make me say it!” “Go on!” I hissed at her. “Let me hear you tell us what a cock- and spunk-loving whore you are, letting two men fuck your slut cunt at the same time!”

“Oh, yes! I’m a slut and a whore! Oh, God, just here to be fucked! I love men’s cocks fucking me all the time! Yes – YES!” she gurgled, just at the point of Paul letting out a long cry as he shot his spunk deep into her. He quickly slipped out, and the resulting gap made her cunt seem cavernous for a few strokes until her cunt-walls contracted and closed around my pounding cock. A minute or so later I squirted my sperm up her to mix with Paul’s, and we all sank down exhausted as we came down from our lust-filled heights. Half-an-hour later she wanted us to fuck her again, and as we had got our erections back by then we obliged, but this time one after the other. Well, it would have been impolite to refuse a lady’s request, wouldn’t it?!
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