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Being seven months pregnant is something that earns you plenty of attention, whether it’s the old lady behind the counter at the drug store, or whether it’s the overly careful bus driver. And it’s lovely to have all that, but what isn’t is the back pains, the sore (and leaky) breasts, and the fact that you can’t do half of what you used to be able to do without aching like a bitch.

A simple walk around the corner makes you feel as though you’ve ran a marathon, so you can imagine my ire when having to call out a tow truck to take in my car. My boyfriend had been telling me for weeks that he was going to change the valve. I couldn’t even tell you what valve, and I’m willing to bet that he couldn’t either, he just wanted to appear to know what he was talking about.

Two days I had been with out a car, two days I had been riding buses or spending a fortune on cabs. Every single time I did, I was told that I shouldn’t be doing it in my condition. Well, thanks, captain fucking obvious.

I guess my hormones were going crazier than I thought, I was snapping at everyone, but mostly my boyfriend who sought solace at work with over-time. He told me that we needed all the money would get our hands on, but in my opinion, it was his way of justifying his absence from my craziness.

I refused to buy a new wardrobe of clothes simply because I knew that in a few months I’d be able to fit back into everything, the only thing I had to get was breast feeding bra’s. You know, the kind of bra your grandma would wear.

It was a hot day and I was again sweating amongst the masses on the public bus, a good looking guy had given up his seat and was stood next to where I was sitting. I couldn’t help but look him up and down, he must have been around six feet tall. Messy brown hair, tight pants and a long sleeved shirt rolled up to his elbows. He’d unbuttoned a few buttons and I caught a glimpse of a chest tattoo, it was then that I noticed he was returning my stare.

My legs were on full display under a loose skirt, the waistband was comfortable underneath my bump and as far as I was concerned, if it didn’t have buttons I was going to wear it. My vest top had straps that cut into my shoulders, so I hadn’t put my arms through them. Instead I just bunched them up and tucked them underneath my arms, my bra was slightly visible both through the top and over it, as well as a seven month bump I had breasts that had gone from a 32c to a 33d. I didn’t need to think too hard on what he was looking at.

The bus rolled on and jolted, causing him to lurch forward. He managed to steady himself but not before his bulge bumped into my shoulder. I had a sudden rush of hormones come over me, it wasn’t the first time this had happened either. With my pregnancy, and I guess with every pregnancy, I could become crazy horny at the flick of a switch. I had no control over it, and it made me do things I would never do.

Two months ago I was staying at my parents, and I caught my little brother downstairs in the lounge late at night watching porn. I watched from the gap in the doorway for a few minutes deciding what to do, since moving in with my boyfriend I hadn’t seem him much. And you can always tell when someone has changed when you haven’t seem them for a while.
My brother had grown up a lot in the few months I hadn’t seen him, and this was also evident by the beer cans that were led next to him. So I crept into the room and in a few short steps, I was at the edge of the sofa he was laid on. I had a birds eye view of his hard cock as he stroked it. I glanced over to the TV screen and saw the blonde bombshell riding one guy, while another pounded her ass from behind. A third guy was balls deep down her throat, and my brother was obviously loving what he saw.

And I was beginning to too. I could feel myself getting wet, the cream was forming inside of me and I knew that it wasn’t going to be long until my skimpy pyjama shorts were going to get damp. So I moved slowly around to the back of the sofa and started slowly reaching out towards his long, throbbing penis.
And then he let go and picked up the remote for the TV, he was about to press something when my hand closed in around him. He almost smashed into the ceiling that scare I gave him, but I had a firm grip around his shaft and all he could do as I slowly began jerking him was ask me, ”What the fuck?”

I didn’t give him a reply, I just built up my rhythm. Looking back I have no idea what was going through my head at the time, all I could think about was his long cock. It didn’t even matter to me that it was my brothers. I moved around to the other side of the sofa and sat on the edge, I had my back to him but he could see what I was doing. I opened my legs and slid my free hand down the front of my shorts, my middle finger slipped inside of me easily. I was in a state of bliss, and was too, forgetting what was actually going on he slipped his hand underneath my arm and squeezed my breast. I felt a drop of milk leak out, as my hard nipple rubbed against the fabric of my t-shirt.

For a few minutes I continued to jerk him off while bringing myself closer to my orgasm, and when I was about to climax he took his cock back into his own hand and furiously jerked himself off as I moaned and leaned against him, he fired semen all over me whilst still squeezing the milk out of my nipple, I was sure my breast would be bruised but I didn’t care. My brother fired his cum over me and my legs were shaking as my own fluid trickled down them.

In the time since then my brother and I hadn’t spoken much, but as I sat on the bus and remembered in vivid detail his long penis in my hand, I wanted nothing else but to unfasten the zipper on this guys pants and pull out his cock.
My sex drive right now was in the top gear, it was chronic. On a crowded public bus I had no problem with sticking his cock in my mouth. I looked up at him and our eyes met, it was almost as if he knew what was going through my mind. He looked down at my cleavage and then back to my eyes. A wicked smile appeared on his face, as he pressed the bell.

A moment later the bus stopped and he started to get off the bus, with images of a bus stop bang floating through my head I started to get to my feet. And then I saw him greet a woman at the bus stop, they shared a kiss and began walking away together.
‘Fuck,’ I thought to myself, sitting back down. I looked at the woman I was sitting next to and told her, ”Wrong stop.” as she smiled and nodded her head.

Was I projecting my hormones onto others? Seeing things that weren’t there? I had to sort myself out and soon, otherwise at this rate I’d probably end up being convicted for raping the first male that presented himself.
I was starting to wish that I was back at college, one of the last times I was there I remember the class turning into a minor orgy. It wasn’t the traditional kind of college, it was a community centre for college drop outs. A way to get us all doing something with our lives, I had been heavily involved in a sexual relationship with a guy call Kenny, unknown of course to my boyfriends, I had met him at the centre. The class was full of others like him. And on the final day of me being there, Chad was being his usual self. Showing off pictures of me on his phone that he had taken, some were pictures of me and the others were other girls. He was showing them to the new teacher, Miss Chapman.
Before too long he had her on her knees and his balls were slapping against her chin as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, he fucked her, while Kenny fucked me. It was one hell of a crazy morning and before the afternoon even started my boyfriend had already come and gotten me.

It had caused me to add her on social media, we talked a few times but nothing else. In my state I would gladly see her again. And Kenny, and maybe Chad, and… I was well aware of how much of a slut I had become.

As I watched the bus drive off into the distance I silently prayed that I would be driving my car home, I’m not sure I could take another hot bus ride crammed with people. I could see the garage across the road as I made my way across.
It was a lot cooler inside, the air conditioning must’ve been on full throughout. I made my way further in and came across a guy in overalls.
”Hello, can I help you?” he asked, ”Hi, I’m Carly, here to pick up my car?” I replied. ”Oh I see, right this way.” he instructed, I followed him passed another mechanic who was buried in the engine of another car. He popped his head up for a moment and flashed me a smile, before his bald head disappeared again into the car.

I followed this guy around to my car where the mechanic I left it with, Mark, was standing reading off of a clipboard.
”hey again, Carly right?” he asked, I smiled and nodded my head, ”Yeah, how my car doing?” I asked. He returned the smile as the guy who escorted me took a seat at the table. Mark picked up the keys and opened the door, a few moments later the engine was running and sounding perfect. ”Yep, got her going this morning. I called the number you left and the guy said that you’d be down later to get it. Your boyfriend?” he asked.
”Yeah, that was him.” I answered as his eyes fell on my stomach. The guy sat at the table began tutting, ”Sending a pregnant woman out in this weather to get a car.” he said, I smiled and shrugged my shoulders.
”It’s okay, I need the exercise.” I said. I was starting become very aware of where their eyes were. Mark began at the bottom and brought his gaze up my legs, I smiled awkwardly for a moment before stepping toward my car.
”Can I touch your bump?” the other guy asked, I wasn’t sure how to respond, ”I’m sorry, I’m Brad by the way, I realised that you probably wouldn’t want a stranger touching your bump.” he said, ”It’s okay.” I quickly replied. He got up from the chair and came over, ”And the bald guy you saw, that’s Darren, just in case he wants to touch too.” he told me smiling.

He came up from behind me and slid his hand over my stomach, I felt that rush again, the same insane rush that swept over me on the bus. Mark stepped toward me and pulled my top up over my bump, exposing it. ”That’s a little better.” he said running a hand over it.
”Can I feel too?” came the voice, it was the bald guy, Darren. He then came over and reached around from behind to hold my ribs, his hands came around and then went up to my breasts. ”I like this bumps better.” he said into my ear. I stood there as he cupped and kneaded my breasts. Mark watched for a moment before going around to my side and slipping a hand up my skirt and to my ass. ”You’ve got great bumps everywhere.” he said.
”I think this might be a three man job,” Brad said running his hand up my thigh. I was beginning to drown in the fever, the sexual frustration that had built up inside of me from a simple bus ride was consuming me. I unzipped his overalls and then pulled him toward me by the waistband of his boxers, our mouths were open as we smashed into each other, our tongues cushioned the blow.

The straps on my top came down, allowing Darren the chance to unhook my bra. My breasts were free and aching, it felt good to release them. And no sooner were they free Mark hand taken one in his hand and shoved it into his mouth. Darren had reached around me and was now rubbing my pussy, giving me the exact stimulation I was craving. Brad had dropped his overalls and produced his erection, I grabbed hold of it and began tugging as his tongue wrestled mine.

I was taken down to my knees as three hard pricks bounced and bobbed in front of my face, I didn’t know which one to go for so I went with the traditional approach. Grab hold of two of them and take as much of the third as my mouth would allow me to. I didn’t need to worry about being unable to control it, my head was held in place while my mouth received the shafting.
I lost my grip on one of them and I was soon brought back up to my feet, to then get bent over. The saliva coated cock was shoved back into my mouth as another pushed its way inside of me. I moaned in pleasure as it slammed against my cervix. My top was pulled up and my breasts were squeezed, my nipples were slapped as my gag reflex was put to the test.
Who ever was pounding me from behind slapped my ass hard, the cock slid from my mouth in time for me to cry out. It was then replaced by a dry one, I looked up into the bald Brad’s eyes as he slapped me in the face with it. I took his balls in my mouth as he looked down at me, ”Suck them you little slut.”

I was taken over to the table and propped onto it like a doll, Mark spat on my nipple and slapped it before laying me down and sliding his cock into me. My head hung off the table and was soon confronted by Brad, who slid his cock into my mouth and while using my milk filled jugs as handles, pushed himself up against my tonsils.
I had already reached orgasm, but was getting close to a second time. Mark rubbed my clitoris with his thumb while pounding the shit out of me. My pregnant bulge felt like I had a cinder block resting on top of me. I jerked Darren’s cock as my nose was temporarily blocked by Brad’s scrotum, I had no air and began choking. My own spit and saliva was running out of the sides of my mouth, his cock pulled out and left a stream across my face.

Mark pulled out too and was poking at my ass, I tried to raise my head to protest but it was already being pushed into me. His helmet went into my ass as I came again, whatever fluid escaped me only added to the spit that was covering his cock. He pushed in deeper and quickly began fucking my ass. I moaned and cried out as my knees instantly came up to try and compensate.

It wasn’t long before I was pulled off the table and down to the floor, I straddled Brad as he slipped inside me with ease. Marks cock was now in my face and a moment later hitting my tonsils while he held the back of my head firmly in place. For a moment I was wondering where Darren was, and I didn’t have long to wait and find out.
He pushed his way into my ass and all I could do was gasp for air as all three cocks were inside of me. This was the first time in my life I had been in this situation, and after losing count of my orgasms I knew it wasn’t going to be the last.

Both Brad and Darren thrust in and out of me, while Mark continued to bounce between choking me with his cock and slapping me in the face with it.
”Oh my fucking god, I’m guna shoot.” I heard one of them say, I found out that it was Brad. I could only figure it out because I felt the wave of semen erupt inside of my vagina. A moment later I heard a moan from behind me as I felt the sensation of hot salty cum fill my ass. I had lost the feeling in my legs as I came again, just in time to have my throat filled. I choked violently, coughing and spluttering as Mark held his cock firmly in my mouth. I felt it trickle out of my nostril, some dripped from my mouth and what didn’t escape from choking I managed to swallow.

We all stayed there for a few minutes sweating and panting, I had been fucked like a dog and had loved every second of it. I didn’t know how long it was going to keep my fever at bay, but I knew I ready for a shower and an ice pack.
As the adrenaline began to fade it was replaced by aches and pains. My ass hurt like hell, my pussy was swollen, my breasts were red raw with some minor bruising around the nipples, and my face was caked in saliva, sweat, semen and make up.

”It would be a shame if you were to have car problems again, but if you do, you know who to call.” Mark told me. I nodded my head slowly as I reached for my bra, ”No, I think that should stay. There’s a nice spot for it in the trophy cabinet.” Darren told me tossing me my shirt. All I could do was smile weakly. There were no words that I could get out, other than a simple ”Thank you, for your service.”
Darren helped me to my feet and slapped my ass, ”Don’t forget to leave a review on Google.” he told me.

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