I felt like I'd just dozed off when a gentle hand on my shoulder joint began to shake me."Brad - this is our stop,"said a female voice.
I started to say I wasn't Brad, but then I remembered I'd told that name to the two gorgeous young woman I'd boarded the bus with. One thing had led to the next, and they ultimately asked me to"chill"with them at their sorority house. My pheromones guaranteed what they meant by"chill ”, and it sounded like a good way to lay low for a few hours until I could find out if my legal action at the plaza had resulted in a manhunt. Right now I wasn't certain what the fallout would be, but my reply was leaning towards"run like hell ”.
I stood up in the aisle to let them register out, and erica went first. She was the taller of the two. and when she bent over to pick up her shopping bags she"accidentally"ground her ass against my crotch. That constituted control, since inhaling my pheromones for about a half hour had probably left her spending the last ten minutes trying to conceive of a way to fuck me in the bus seat. Amita, her sorority babe and roommate, hip-bumped Erica off of me and said,"Save it for the dance tonight."
true heath was a slender snowy brunette with mischievous green eyes and Amita was East Red Indian, with medium-dark pelt and a professional dancer's toned torso. erica's blue jean shorts just barely covered the curved shape of her ass, while her transparent blouse did Thomas More to bear witness off her yellow-bellied cross-hatched bowed stringed instrument two-piece than cover it. While erica looked like she'd just left the beach, Amita's baggy electric blue running shorts and sports bra were straight out of a gym's"reasons to go here"ad. Her top was just thin out enough to leave no doubt where her nipples were, and tight enough to maintain her cocoa-brown cleavage in view.
As we worked our way off the bus, I felt a few female hands fondle my ass as I went by. I really wished that my alien resurrectors had given me an off switch for my pheromones, but I guess that would've gone against their goal of spreading their evolved genes as widely and as quickly as possible.
As the bus drove away, true heath and Amita led me down the street towards their sorority house. Their well-formed asses oscillated in front of me with a conscious, practiced strut as we walked a mile or so yesteryear gravid multi-story home with Greek letters.
The weight unit of both girls'shopping bags in my hands was actually refreshing. It'd been decades since I'd been this stiff, and my 1940s sensibility demanded that I demonstrate a footling bit of old-hat chivalry to the girls - at least, until their inevitable impregnations. That event was a antedate termination today, but I hoped to get some rest before I had to get back on the run.
The figurehead threshold to their sorority house was unlock, and Erica swung it open and waved me in."Entres vous,"she said in a mock Daniel Chester French accent. The sign was a bit small compared to to the highest degree of the others, but Amita contributed that this was the minuscule of their sorority's two houses.
The first thing I noticed was a fragrance of potpourri candles, and the bit was a cozy assembly field in their front room. The story was faux woodwind instrument paneling, accented in a few stead by lowly rugs.
"Our room is upstairs,"true heath said as she checked a mail cubby by the door."And sign of the zodiac regulation say that virile visitors must forget by 8 - but that doesn't topic if no one knows you're here."She winked and added,"It's not like they'll impediment, unless we're really loud."
I nodded."And I officially accept your invite. What're the plans for tonight ?"
She grinned."Costume rave, actually. Our sorority's going as faeries - that mean fake wings, sheer garb, and eubstance scintillation. Others are doing Catholic schoolgirls, nanny, you name it."
She paused for a indorsement before she added,"You can derive with us. Each of us is allowed to make for one non-Greek along, and neither of us had particular date picked out."
I grinned and said,"Sounds fun ! What're we doing until then ?"
Amita nudged me in the shoulder and said quietly,"Let's go physical body that out. C'mon, before sign of the zodiac mom sees us and makes you foretoken in."She turned and walked up the stairs in front of me, and erica and I followed. Her shorts were a oeuvre of art which revealed every curve ball of her early-20s ass. It was insufferable not to enjoy the view, and my dick hardened a little in spite of myself.
In my position, a formula college guy would nervously micro-analyze his every motility in a desperate, often counter-productive attempt to head off messing up his chance to get laid. But my pheromones meant that sex was a foregone conclusion at this point, and all I really wanted right now was a nap before Amita and Erica inevitably took things to the next level.
Erica shouldered open their chamber room access and sat down at a desk across the room, and I selected a beanbag chair near the close-fitting bed. The room access clicked shut behind us as Amita locked it, then sat down at a bed right inside the door.
Amita plucked a t-shirt off her bureau, then slipped it over her sports bra and fumbled around underneath until she sighed with stand-in and pulled her bra out from under the shirtin an telling effort of lightness. Her shirt was plain and white, and far from loose-fitting. I'm sure she intended for me to notice her pap poking through the shirt, but I avoided making any comments. I still had hopes of taking a nap before getting her pregnant.
Erica's sleeve were up, her hands resting on the vertebral column of her neck as her expression begged for my attention. As soon as I made eye contact she asked,"You're not a puritan, are you ?"
I shook my header, and true heath grinned widely."Good,"she said - and pulled the twine on her Bikini top. She smirked saucily as she stretched and arched her back, effectively topless.
"true heath !"Amita gasped out as her friend's bikini top hit the floor.
"Oh Amita, lighten up. You took yours off too,"she pointed out.
I smirked, leaned further back into the beanbag hot seat, and folded my hands behind my head."Not like I object,"I contributed.
That was an understatement on my component part. In venom of myself, there was a hard-on sticking up from my pant like a ranging pole, and Erica definitely noticed it.
"I bet he doesn't object,"sighed Amita. She arched her back a little, her nipples straining at her shirt as it rode up and exposed a few inches of business firm, savorless midriff.
true heath sauntered over to the beanbag president, taking effort to guarantee I noticed her boob through her see-thru top.
"You don't mind sharing, do you ? This is my front-runner spot,"she said. The warmth of her skin seeped into my position as the bender of her left-hand breast pressed gently into my side.
I shrugged and slipped my arm around behind her back."Sharing makes the humans go bout,"I said resignedly. Inwardly I sighed, realizing my nap wasn't going to pass off. And after the yelling and the screaming started, who knows how many more girls would come to investigate and last out for the orgy ?
"Now Erica, that chair looks too humble for the two of you,"Amita chided.
erica giggled."It's ticket - unless of track you were planning to get together us ?"she asked.
Amita's brass flushed so red that I could see it through her cocoa-brown peel as she stammered out,"Well… yes, I'd like to."
Amita's bed was a typical girl-nest piled heights with pillows, and she almost looked small when framed by them all. But I didn't want to see the girls start fighting over me, so I interjected,"How about we move it to the bed, ladies ?"
Erica cracked a half-smile and playfully punched me in the side."Think you're getting prosperous or something ?"she asked.
I wistfully replied,"I know I'm getting lucky. I'd really rather have a nap first, though."
"Excuse you ?"erica yelped.
My only response was to stand up, stretch, then hop over onto the bed. I landed right in the center and bounced satisfyingly, leaving true heath alone in the chair staring at me in disbelief as I came to rest against Amita's bare knees. I met her oculus and retorted,"I'm taking a nap starting right now - unless you stop me."
Erica clenched her jaw and half-grinned at the Same time, catlike and graceful. Her bare breasts swayed seductively as she shrugged out of her vapourous top, leaving her truly topless. She shook her head in disbelief."If you weren't so damn hot,"she muttered under her breath.
Standing by the infantry of the bed, Amita giggled nervously as her topless roomy snuggled up to me. Erica possessively laid her arm over my torso, and then the bed sank down a footling as Amita laid down on my former position. I was suddenly grateful both girls were petite, because the full-size bed would've been a tight fit otherwise.
I was lying on my incline facing erica when Amita snaked her arm around my waist from behind. Erica curled up to me and ran her fingers down my chest, making me the centerfield of a girl sandwich as two sets of fingers explored my chest. Amita felt through the framework of my shirt as erica picked idly at the buttons. next, I felt air on my thorax as Erica began to unbutton them, exposing the chiseled physique I'd never dieted or exercised for.
I scooted off the bed, jostling both girls in the process."Hey !"true heath exclaimed as she regained her balance, just before my shirt dropped to the floor by my feet.
I turned around and faced them, shirtless. true heath catcalled as she reached behind herself and pressed a clit on her cellphone. Some sort of pop music began blaring out of a bluetooth speaker mounted on her headboard.
"Just in grammatical case it gets loud,"she grinned. erica leaned back in the bed, both girl watching me intently.
I wasn't the type to reject them a appearance. My shirt was already off, and my work force were on my swath. Since I wasn't some master striptease, I stepped out of my trouser one foot at a fourth dimension, smiling at both of the miss in turn. At first I was disappointed that they weren't encounter my eyes - then I noticed they were looking lower.
They were staring at the tent being pitched in my boxers. My dick was making its best exertion to head for the hills through my fly, and Erica and Amita both licked their lips nervously.
The music played on as I slipped off my underwear, escalating their expressions to open lust. My erecting bounced with each measure as I walked to the bed, then crawled up between the two girls again. Amita looked away for a brief second before her center were drawn back to mine. Erica pressed herself up against me eagerly, while Amita seemed a little more reserved, hovering just a few inches away from me. I wrapped one arm around each female child and pulled them closer.
I turned to my right and met true heath's optic. I was still looking at her boldness when a hand wrapped around my light beam, stroking it slowly. true heath was either a master poker player, or her bridge player wasn't the one in doubt. When I looked down, I was surprised to discover that the paw gripping my cock was actually a smooth brown.
"Amita !"erica exclaimed in astonishment as she followed my eyes.
"I couldn't let you lead the completely time, could I ?"Amita jibe back.
I glanced over at Amita, and then back to true heath. The Theodore Harold White girlfriend was staring daggers at her roomie."I was about to blow him,"she protested. She looked into my eyes and pleaded,"You'd rather have that than her hand, right ?"
Amita blushed but didn't let go."I'm taking him inside me,"she countered.
erica's eyebrows went up."You ? Amita, you're practically a virgin !"
Amita said nothing, just rolled onto her back and started pushing down her shorts. true heath's mouth dived for my phallus, but was deflected by Amita's insistent open up palm.
"Oh no, you don't !"Amita cried out, shoving hard.
erica tottered off balance on the side of the bed as Amita straddled me cowgirl style. She hadn't had adequate time to pull her boxers down the rest of the way, but pushing the privates to the English was enough. She was almost perfectly lined up over my shaft when she ground down, impaling herself on my erecting with a contented gasp.
"Practically a Virgo, huh ?"Amita said as she shifted her free weight so I'd bottom out inside her, my steel-hard cock completely enveloped by her hot, pulsing sex. Amita let out a victorious groan as her kitty-cat lips ground against my pelvis, completing our connection.
I wrapped my coat of arms around her hip and hurtle back hard, lifting her off the bed as Erica pouted at us from the slope. Amita rode me tightly, not pulling back long enough for her shorts to rub. My finger's breadth teased at her shirt, tickling the skin just beneath it. Amita shivered for a moment, then flung her shirt off. I saw her bare boob for the start time, mid-range C cup or so that looked huge on her slim, toned frame.
erica rolled off of the bed in fall, standing up so she could slip her own underdrawers off. Her hair flowed airily, dark and shoulder-length, as she tossed her head back."Me future, ok ?"she asked.
Amita didn't say a word, just closed her eyes and flattened out her decoration against my dresser as she thrust in tune to the music. Our wooden leg intertwined as I rolled over, pinning her beneath me as I strove inside her. Every inch of my tegument hungered for more impinging with her as I ran my finger's breadth up and down her dorsum. Muscles danced beneath her skin as she gasped in joy, every motion a deepening of the connection we felt.
I felt a tactual sensation on my back and noticed Erica had climbed into the bed beside me again."Save some for me,"Erica whispered - just as I arched my rear as my sexual climax built up, starting as a specter of a feeling and then erupting into a conflagration of lecherousness and inherent aptitude within seconds. I clenched my jaw as the sensation built and built, peaking over me like ocean wafture until I ground myself against Amita and exploded, cumming into her so severely she let out a surprise gasp. Erica succeeding to us on her back, her legs slightly parted as she fingered herself and waited for her bout. Amita gasped and panted as I held her tight, finishing inside her as pulse after heart rate of my seed entered her vagina. It'd only been a few hours since the plaza, but I felt like a teenage boy who hadn't cum in a week. I didn't even want to imagine what Amita's vagina must await like at this stage as I gave her those last few mini-thrusts that would milk the rest of my cum out of my erupting cock. I looked down at Amita's human face, beaded with effort, with her eyes rolled upwards in orgasm after orgasm - all of which my cock could verify as her vagina twitched, clutching my cock as it spent its last few drops of spermatozoan and began to shrink.
Amita's orgasm began to sharpen off, and my dick finally shrank out of her, so I rolled back into my position between the girls and waited for the inevitable freak-out.
Amita rolled over and cuddled up to my side, pressing her lithe body up against me the slope. Her tegument still tingled from my touch, even as my spermatozoan worked its magic within her.
Erica reached across me to slap her roommate's thigh and pout-barked out,"No ! My turn ! regain your own !"
I snickered and kissed her."You'll be succeeding if you want to be."
true heath nodded enthusiastically, then looked down at my dick and asked,"How foresighted'll that be ? Normally I'm not into sharing, but no way are you leaving this bed without satisfying me too."
My arms were wrapped comfortably around the two daughter'shoulders, relishing the sensations of their bare peel against mine. Amita shifted her hips back and Forth, wrinkling her nose a little as she felt her twat lips gliding against each early, lubricated by my sperm."Ok, so - I've just got ta ask. Brad, why'd you cum inside me ?"
erica chimed in with,"bastard, Amita ! Paranoid as you are, why'd you just jump on him like that anyway ?"
Amita smiled nervously."No mind ! I just had to have him, but now I'm really thinking I don't want to go through the succeeding few workweek wondering if I'm pregnant or not."
I pulled her foreland close to me and kissed the top of her forehead."Then I'll tell you right now : you're pregnant."
Erica slapped me on the leg."Don't even joke about that !"she snapped.
I just half-smiled, closed my eyes, and mentally counted the moment. The two female child settled back into snuggling up to me, their hands idly exploring my chest. I reached forty before I could sense Amita's growing belly pressing up against me - and her get-go scream of shock came seconds later.
"Oh my GOD !"Amita shrieked. She rolled away from me and onto her back, her neck craning incredulously to stare at the protuberance now protruding insistently from her midriff.
Erica stared in daze at her roomie's bulge, scooting backwards as if it were about to explode."What the fuck ?"she yelled.
I opened my eyes and looked from one girl to the other - both girls were standing now, their expressions flickering between disbelief and horror."What did you do to me ?"Amita demanded with her hands cradling the expanding excrescence in her midriff.
I shrugged."Already told you - you're pregnant."
Amita spluttered for a minute, unable to hail up with words for a moment as she stared down at her belly, then at me, then back to the growing protrusion in her midriff.
"You know what ? roll in the hay you,"she swore under her breathing space and reached behind her headboard.
There was a clop haphazardness, and the light-framed, soft-spoken Indian woman's hand came into view, clutching a shortly black six-shooter. She leveled it at me with a practiced two-handed grip. And most importantly, she backed away out of my orbit and kept the gun aimed at my chest. I doubted that I could move before she could rive the trigger, and I hoped she'd be capable to baulk the urge to pull out whether I moved or not.
When she snarled out,"What the screw is happening to me ?"her vocalisation was American language, every ghost of an Indian accent long gone.
Erica had grabbed her cellphone and was fiddling with it, her shaking fingers unable to unlock her home silver screen."I need to holler the hospital, Amita !"
"infirmary ?"the new phonation of Amita barked,"I'm sending this arsehole to the morgue unless he starts talking !"
true heath looked up from her cellphone and saw her roommate's revolver for the first meter."What the piece of tail ? Why didn't you ever tell me you had a gun ?"
Amita didn't take her center off of me for a second."Why Tell you,"she snapped,"when you've got no hint how to use it and didn't want to learn ? Where's the upside in telling you ?"
My eyes were focused quite intently on the small, dim revolver. I began to verbalise calmly, trying hard to take her idea off of killing me."First off, kudos for being organise - but I promise it's unnecessary. 38 extra, right ? I'm a 45 guy myself ; it served me well in the Army."
Amita shook her head."The Army switched to 9mm in the mid-80s, arse - my dad bitched about it after it happened. Now recount me what's happening to me, or I'm parking a 357 magnum hollow point in your chest !"
My hands slowly raised up to either side of my head, palms out. She was stressed, but she kept the gun becalm even as her belly continued to grow."I'm getting there, Amita. When I signed up, the US Army issued me an M1911. I took it to war with me, and killed a few nazis with it - but I killed more with my M1 Garand."
She scowled in disbelief, but I continued."I was born in 1928, and died two days ago in my original eubstance. They sent me back, Amita - I've got a endorsement chance, and I'm here to spread the next wave of human phylogeny. That's what's happening to you - the futurity of our species."Amita looked about 4 months pregnant at this point, and some of the initial blow was beginning to blow over. She'd backed up until her rear end rested on a dresser, and the unforgiving expansion of her uterus was getting harder for her to ignore.
Amita looked down, then back up."Tell me the the true, asshole,"she growled.
On the former position of the room, Erica looked up from her phone and froze when she saw how big Amita's belly was already."Shit, Amita - there's no way they'll get here in time."
I pressed my point."Do you have a better reason why you're this far along just minute of arc after we had sex ? I told you you were pregnant, and I wasn't lying. You can see that. And now I'm telling you that after some initial discomfort, you'll enjoy what comes next."
Amita looked down again at her taut belly, which now looked about 6 calendar month along."I'm pre-med, studying to go OB/GYN. I know this isn't potential !"
I shook my head."Not humanly possible, no."
Amita ran her finger over the swollen surface of her belly, her surprise only deepening as she felt the outline of one of the eggs growing inside her."Growing this fasting should hurt like pit,"she marveled - but kept the gun on me. She pressed her handwriting against her belly experimentally, as if to assure herself it wasn't a hallucination.
And then an unexpected, sudden contraction struck. She gasped and bent over forward, letting out a groan as fluid started cascading down her legs. Her hands went to rest on her knees reflexively, the gun pointing away from me for just a moment.
That was all I needed to strike just how scarily fast my new body was. Before I'd really thought it over, my hand shot out and snatched her revolver out of her medallion in a blur of movement, like a affect snake. Amita gasped and jerked her trigger fingerbreadth, pulling through empty air as the gun was no longer in her hand.
I brought her revolver up to my chest to sustain it out of orbit, swung out its cylinder, ejected its rounds with a slap of my palm, then threw the void gun into a tidy sum of clothes in their shared closet. Amita's case registered disappointment for a brief moment before the condensation peaked, distracting her as she she gritted her teeth and groaned. She gave up on the gun, as she gripped the actor's assistant's edge for livelihood, gasping in as a good deal pain as she'd previously had pleasure.
As Amita's belly hardened like a clenching clenched fist, Erica just shrank up against the wall in a mix of surprise and terror, her sound completely forgotten. Amita let out a grunt and pitched forward, and I caught her by her shoulders and steered her towards the bed. She bounced lightly, curling around her swollen belly in what was almost a fetal position.
All that motion moved one of Amita's testicle into position just above her birth duct, and her eye widened in surprise as she felt its tip begin to component part its uterine cervix, even more surprised than by her sudden labor as the egg began opening her from within. erica stood up and took a couple steps towards the bed, still naked but staring in a mixture of horror and curio as her friend thrashed on the bed.
Amita rolled onto her back as the succeeding condensation hit, relentlessly hammering the egg's tip into her cervix and forcing her open from inside. She let out a shriek as her cervix was forced assailable despite her physical structure's well efforts, tapering off into a groan as her torso surrendered, letting the egg's consistence through her neck the respite of the way and down into the top of her vagina.
Once the egg entered her parturition canal, Amita's eyes widened in shock as her painful sensation was instantly replaced by pleasure, the muscle contraction making her writhe in electrifying sexual climax as her confinement pushed the egg farther down into her birth duct. It took only seconds before her dark brown vulva began to flesh out, turning first into a drab tunnel and then swelling as the pearly Andrew D. White egg slid down into a top view. Up until the egg was visible, Erica's attending was on her friend's expression, but as Amita's first egg emerged from her vulva, the bare college girl stepped tight, her trembling hands reaching out the egg before Amita even finished birthing.
Amita's last push button left the egg to set down free of her vagina, and Erica grabbed it the second it hit the sheets.
"That came out of me ?"Amita asked incredulously - but then she was even more surprise when true heath turned her back on her and practically jumped into the early bed, cradling the egg she'd just laid.
"true heath ? Erica, what the fucking ?"she asked.
Her next compression only hurt halfway through, when her following egg slipped into station and rewarded her with the invariant orgasm of delivery. The egg slid through her birth epithelial duct rapidly, then she struggled to raise her caput and look at Erica. Her friend had stopped fondling the egg and was now stroking her snatch with it, lining up the prospicient end and using it to contribution her slit.
"Erica ? This is regretful than the clip I caught you playing with my - unnngh !"
Amita's side by side egg had taken her focusing, and by the time she finished delivering that, Erica had escalated to fucking herself with the egg, moaning in pleasance as she insistently attacked her own vagina over and over, pushing the egg's tip deeper and deeper with each thrust.
"It's not worth talking,"I told Amita,"she can't hear you. The just thing she cares about in this humans now is that egg."
Amita looked at me in disbelief for a moment, before pain and delight resumed their alternating terpsichore across her cheek. By the time the Indian girl had laid her end egg, true heath had managed to fully bang up herself, the egg shoved well past the peak where she could reach it with her fingers. Now the brunette was lying back in the bed, her legs closed as she bucked her pelvic arch in the air, continuing to express orgasm after orgasm from the sensations as her vagina kept contracting, drawing the egg farther and farther up inside her.
Amita panted in debilitation, beads of lather running down the curved shape of her nude body as she watched her champion's impregnation nail down itself, a tiny gibbousness showing just under Erica's belly button as her womb expanded to adapt the egg.
My own attention was on Amita - I'd never really taken the fourth dimension to check the aftermath of egg laying, and Amita's belly was slowly flattening back out to its original shape even before she'd ruined catching her breath.
Amita turned to me."Level with me, Brad. Did you drug us ? Am I tripping ? Because that didn't just happen."
I sighed."The sole drugs here are my pheromones, and your pre-programmed responses to them. What did just happen, is that you and I made about six babies, and your roomy's instincts made her tincture herself with one of them. Technically, Erica's going to have your baby in nine months."
Amita's mouth creased into a smirk as she said,"This is sounding like a pervy internet news report. The kind I like."
I furrowed my brow a minuscule, hoping that I wouldn't get much more into that, as I continued."cleaning woman are driven to fuck me. Then they get fraught with eggs like you did, and any other women who smell the egg phermones are just as driven to impregnate themselves with the eggs."I paused for a moment, then pointed at the neat flock of egg I'd made at the ft of the bed."You can carry one too if you want - you're immune from the scent pheromones, but if you start pushing it in, you'll have the same orgasm she did."
Amita sat up a bit, wrinkling her nuzzle just slightly as some leftover fluid drained from her vagina."You must pay a fortune in child support."
I smiled wryly, my vocalization was tinged with regret as I replied,"Actually, no one remembers. They'll all assume this happened the old fashioned way. This all ‘ forget the Progenitor'instinct is why there's no diachronic record of a primogenitor, even though I'm the 20th one so far."
Amita leaned forward and picked up one of her eggs, peering at its firm but plastic leathery shell."Pregnant ?"she asked."Nine months, morning nausea, ends in screaming, pushing, and a baby ?"
I nodded.
She smirked wickedly and looked up at me."Then fuck me again,"she said."I want more testis. sufficiency for all my house sisters."
I raised an eyebrow."You want to infuse your entire sorority ?"
"Well… I hate to mention it, but - this is my kink, no shucks. Pregnancy and birth have made me wet since before I even really empathize what that meant. I thought I'd get it out of my system by studying to be an OB/GYN, but it just makes me think about being in the chairperson myself, pushing. Knowing that every push makes it worse, but still not being able-bodied to kibosh it,"she explained."There's just something about that that gets me."
"Interesting option of twirl,"I contributed carefully.
Amita sighed."I didn't choose it, and sure as snake pit don't recommend it,"she opined."My big turn-on is the thought of getting pregnant, and then the birth - and there are serious demarcation on how many times I can do that in one lifetime. I don't even know what'll occur to my sex drive once I hit menopause and I can't pic getting pregnant every time I have sex. God, something like spanking would be so much loose to live with - but this is how I'm wired,"she complained.
"And then watching that,"she said, pointing at erica,"is the self-aggrandising turn-on ever. Not only did she get pregnant in figurehead of me, but with my baby - while I was pushing ! There's nix I want now more than to get all my sisters pregnant and then necessitate the last egg myself. Whether I remember how or why won't matter - I'll be pregnant, in a house full of pregnant women, and we'll all be at the Saame stage… then, one after another, it'll be fourth dimension. In the end, it'll be one a day, maybe more. Maybe…"
Amita's words trailed off and she closed her eye, shuddering in arousal. Her mammilla had hardened, and her breasts had turned to gooseflesh from arousal. She clenched her center shut, turning her head from side to side in an signally erotic gesture. When her middle opened, they were good of determination.
"Yeah. This is happening,"she affirmed.
I had some grave reservations at this detail."You want to knock up all your sisters for basic intimate gratification ?"I asked.
Amita's face darkened a bit."There's that, yes. But I'm also thinking that if each sister pops out a half-Indian baby, they'll finally stop pretense I'm a Muslim suicide zep when they're drunk, or sacrifice me a unvoiced meter about cheeseburgers because they think all Indian are Hindustani. I'm getting so sickish of them treating me as less American than they are. Fuck, having youngster might pull them to recrudesce some critical thought accomplishment. I'm doing them all a favor."
I shrugged."well, right wing or amiss, just with the ballock here, there's no way we could get ‘ em out without at least some of your babe getting pregnant anyway. Nailing them all does speech sound fairer, I suppose."
Amita turned to me and matter-of-factly put both hands on her hips."Now, about that next nooky of ours… ?"she asked
Amita looked down again at her taut belly, which now looked about 6 months along .