His Baby: A Babycrazy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “Good girl,” I rasped. “Good girl, show us what a butt slut you are.”

  And Joanie rose to the challenge. As my four brothers stroked her breasts and cunt, she took another deep breath and fucked her hips backwards. Aw shit, aw shit. I was balls to the wall in this ass, my entire length swallowed by a tiny female’s butthole. Aw shit. It had never felt this good.

  Because I’ve done anal with tons of females, it’s part of my arsenal. But the anal’s never been like this before. Joanie’s butthole squeezed me tight, as the girl moaned, eyes shut. And Tom and Aaron continued to work her puss down below, one finger in, the other out, in a syncopated rhythm. I could feel their digits through her thin vaginal wall, rubbing against my pole.

  “Fuck,” I gasped. “Aw fuck.”

  Because shit this was good. The underside of my cock tingled, balls already beginning to launch. Joanie moaned again, head dropping to the coverlet.

  “Take me Nick,” she whispered hoarsely. “Use my ass, it’s yours.”

  And with that, it was on. No more slow slides. No more inching in for her pleasure. I pummeled that ripe peach like it was World War Three. My shaft slid in and out, veiny and huge, skewering the girl again and again.

  “Unnnh!” she screamed, lifting her head, eyes squeezed shut. “Yes!”

  And that’s how we love our sluts. Screaming for it, begging even, as their holes get trashed. The nastiness threw me over the edge, and at that moment, her butt clamped down hard.

  “Fuck!” came my monstrous roar. “Fuck!”

  Because my seed spilled like a torrent. I sprayed that big bottom with my hot white, releasing DNA in rapid bursts.

  “Fuck fuck fuck!” came my murderous grunts. “Unnnh!”

  And oh shit, but her butt milked me like a pro. Joanie’s rectal walls squeezed and clamped all over my dick, begging me for more.

  “Yes!” she screamed again, perfect profile tipped upwards. “Yes!”

  But this wasn’t the Nick show. This was the Joanie show and there were five more alphas waiting their turn. Damien, that fuckwad, was already behind me.

  So with one last grunt, I pulled out, dick tip still spraying. And Damien was in in a second.

  “Ahhhh,” came the man’s groan. “Fuck this butt is tight.”

  Because Joanie was already beginning to milk him. She let out a slight scream when we switched places, a second cock making its entrance. But in no time, those anal muscles took over again.

  “Come in me,” she moaned. “Release your load, Mr. Dawson.”

  And Damien was too amped up to hold back. It was incredible, frankly. Because we’re guys who can pump for hours. We can go at a girl again and again, using her holes until they’re sore.

  But Joanie was different. There was something about this brunette that drove us over the edge, and in no time, Damien was unleashing in her sweet bottom.

  “FUCK!” he cried. “Fuck this shit!”

  Because he could feel it too. The hot, sweet clamps of her anal walls, the repeated spasms that ran through the girl’s frame. Not to mention Aaron and Tom’s fingers, still plugging away at that sweet puss.

  But those two fuckers had had enough as well. They couldn’t wait their turns, and as Damien released, they pulled their digits out with resounding pops.

  “Shit, need to be in her,” grunted Aaron, fuckpole massive, a string of pre-cum dripping all the way from his tip to the ground.

  “Absolutely,” agreed Tom, licking at his fingers before circling them around his dong. “It’s time.”

  And as Damien withdrew, they were on it. Aaron first. He thrust that massive fuckpole in and Joanie screamed, taking her third dick in five minutes.

  “Oh god!” came her squeal, rump trembling as it was violated. “Oh god, oh god!”

  Aaron grunted, gripping those fleshy hips with broad, strong fingers.

  “Shit she’s filled with cum,” he groaned. “I can feel it sloshing around inside.”

  But that’s the thing. We don’t mind dipping our fucksticks into the same well. In fact, I like it that way. I like knowing that a woman’s got a mix of sperm inside because she’s a nasty ho who’s doing guys one after another. It’s fucking amazing, the way they can stretch.

  And Aaron clearly enjoyed it as well. Eyes closed, harsh streaks decorating his cheekbones, he pushed into her a couple times, that big shaft gleaming on every backstroke.

  “Fuck,” he grunted. “Fuck fuck.”

  And within minutes, he’d burst as well, releasing the third deposit of sperm into her body.

  “Ohhhhh,” was Joanie’s breathless moan. “Oh god.”

  I didn’t blame her. She’d taken thirty inches already, that ass cherry popped so good. But there were still thirty to go.

  “Sweetheart,” I crooned. “Stay with it, we’re halfway there.”

  “Only halfway?” she murmured, eyes dazed, curves swaying. “Only halfway?”

  I chuckled hoarsely.

  “Only halfway,” was my soothing reply. “But you’ve done great, baby girl, abso-fucking-lutely wonderful.”

  And it was true. Because there aren’t many women who can handle this much man pipe in their ass. Some girls start crying or screaming for real. Some girls have to take a break and eat a sandwich or drink some water to get their strength back before round two.

  But this little filly wasn’t like that at all. Joanie was all about fucking and taking the anal deep. Because as we watched, she bumped that big butt up and down a bit while shooting a sly smile over one shoulder.

  “Who’s next?” she cooed sweetly. And oh shit, did the girl just bat her lashes? Aw fuck.

  Of course Tom was on it in an instant. But he didn’t push in right away. Instead, he crouched in back of her, pulling those big white cheeks apart and inspecting her anal gape. It was fucking disgusting for sure. A reddened rim surrounded the deep brown, a mix of sperm bubbling within.

  But that’s the way we like it, and Tom’s a dirty motherfucker. Because he bent down, pressing his lips to her ass. And if I wasn’t mistaken, the alpha snaked his tongue in, scooping up some of the goop.

  “Female ass tastes good when it’s got semen mixed in,” he chuckled nastily before pulling his face out. “Female ass is one of my faves,” he remarked before driving into that waiting hole.

  “Ahhhh!” Joanie screamed this time, head falling back, eyes closed. “Ahhh!”

  Because even in the few minutes when she’d been empty, her anal ring had closed somewhat. It’s just how back rims work. If you don’t keep them stretched out, then they bounce back to their original state, closed and tight.

  So Tom’s pummel was especially vicious. He ripped open that anus, driving his hard fuckshaft in.

  “That’s it,” he huffed, chest and abs straining, jaw tense. “That’s it.”

  And within a few seconds, my man burst as well with a low growl, unleashing blasts of male DNA inside. But there was so much in Joanie at this point that the sperm began oozing out between their bodies, coating his shaft and spilling down her big butt.

  “Unnnf!” she shrieked. “Unnf, unnf!”

  Good thing Andrew’s into it because his dick dipped into the creamy mess and disappeared within her butt cheeks in a flash.

  “Shit,” he moaned. “Shit the semen’s practically boiling inside her.”

  And we could see that it was true. Because when he pulled out, his cock looked like it’d been dipped in superglue, a mess of four men’s sperm.

  “Fuck,” he grunted. “Fuck she’s such a butt slut.”

  And with a few more pumps, it was done. Andrew burst within Joanie’s ass, adding his DNA to the mix.

  “Fuuuuuck,” was his low, strangled growl. “Aw shit, my balls are being pumped dry.”

  But there was one person left and I stroked Joanie’s breast as Charlie positioned himself in back of her.

  “You’ve done fifty inches sweetheart,” was my soothing praise. “You’ve done five us already, there’s ju
st one left.”

  Joanie made us proud. Head dropping to the mattress, her hands crept back, pulling those big white cheeks apart to show us the anal gape.

  “Please,” she moaned. “Please, give it to me. I need it.”

  And fuck, it was dirty. Her rim looked a little chafed now, reddened and horny. Plus, it wasn’t like there was semen boiling deep within. She’d been pumped so full that now the hot white was right there at the brim, threatening to spill over.

  And Charlie did it good.

  “Let’s make this little ass slosh,” he rasped. “I wanna see you overflow, baby girl.”

  With one smooth stroke, he did it. It’s like when you stick something into an overfilled bathtub, and the water comes surging out in a wave. But here, it wasn’t water. It was creamy white as Charlie went sliding in. The bubbly swelled from her asshole as he made entrance, dripping down her bottom in smooth white waves.

  “Oh,” Joanie moaned, burying her face in the mattress, big boobies swinging deliciously. “Oh god, my butt is so fucked.”

  “That it is,” agreed Charlie between heavy pants. “That it is, baby girl.”

  And to his credit, he didn’t explode immediately. Maybe it was the extra lube from all the sperm. Or maybe it’s because he’s a better man. Because Charlie actually lasted for a full five minutes, sawing away at her bottom before those balls rose high and tight, releasing deep inside.

  “Ummm,” moaned Joanie ecstatically, anal muscles contracting around him. “Yes, give it to me,” she panted.

  Charlie pumped and pumped like a man on a mission. If she was gonna get pregnant, it was gonna be from this dirty mofo because the guy had liters in his balls, the sticky substance endless.

  But finally, he finished, pulling out, shaft coated in a mix of six men’s sperm. But Charlie’s an asshole because he took it one step further. Not missing a moment, the man plunged his dick into her pussy, squeezing himself into that tight, clamping cunt.

  “Oh!” shrieked Joanie. “Not in my pussy! I’ll get pregnant. Pull out, pull out! Please Mr. Childs, pull out!”

  But do CEOs listen? Especially when their cum guns are pumping like automatic rifles? Hell no. So gripping her hips tight, Charlie thrust in once more, face strained, ab and chest muscles tight with ecstasy.

  “It’s all good,” he managed in a raspy voice. “It’s all good sweetheart. Because my fuck stick’s dipped in the semen of six men. So you’ll get pregnant from all six of us.”

  Yeah, that’s how we roll. We’re depraved motherfuckers, promising to use a girl’s ass as a form of contraception. But there’s always a kicker to our deals because upon seeing that creamy, heaving form, we lost it, and Charlie buried his cock deep into her fertile female form, unable to resist the temptation of teenage pussy.

  What can I say? If I’d been last I would have done the same thing. Joanie was just too good, a dream come true in every way, slutty like a whore. Better than a whore because she’d enjoyed every moment, moaning and juicing, baiting us with those tantalizing curves.

  And shit, after this session, we were blown away. Because the brunette’s sweet. Innocent. Slutty and appetizing, with a creamy body and a willingness to try it all. Smart as a whip, yet naïve too. But one thing was totally clear … the girl was six ways to screwed, and we were about to turn the dial to max.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Joanie

  I don’t know what to think, not really.

  Especially not after checking my bank account.

  Because a new deposit had been made. One hundred and twenty thousand dollars, marked as “bonus pay.”

  Oh my god.

  Just a week ago, I had only thirty bucks in there. No way to make next month’s rent. But it was okay because there was a plan. After my first paycheck, I’d throw myself at my landlord’s feet, begging for mercy while proffering the cash.

  But now, there’s a hundred and seventy thousand dollars staring back at me from my bank account. Fifty thousand from individual encounters, plus the new deposit from our group session in Tucson.

  Oh god.

  It’s enough to pay a year of rent upfront.

  Scratch that. I could easily fork over five or ten years of rent right now.

  I could even go back to school.

  I could get my degree, and start the path to becoming a chemist.

  But instead, here I am on the G6 again.

  But not as a stewardess. Instead, Nick and Charlie are treating me like I belong, a guest instead of the help.

  “Thank you,” I said sweetly as Mr. North brought me a glass of orange juice. He’s probably never served anyone in his life before.

  But the alpha didn’t blink an eye.

  “Of course,” he growled, blue gaze intense. “You must be dehydrated after that work out. We want you to be in tip top shape baby. Help yourself to the refrigerator onboard, there’s plenty of food. You feel tired, take a nap in back,” he rumbled, nodding to the closed door.

  I flushed. The twins and I had already used that mattress, so I was well aware of its presence.

  “Thank you,” I murmured, flashing him a smile over the rim of the glass. “I appreciate it.”

  “No, thank you,” interjected Mr. Childs. “We want to thank you for your hard work.”

  Because after the incredible session in the conference room, I accompanied the six men back to their house in the desert. It’d been surprising at first.

  “You have a house?” my voice quivered. “All six of you share a home in Tucson?”

  Andrew threw his head back with laughter, eyes quizzical and amused.

  “Yes. Why, is that weird, sweetheart?”

  I didn’t know what to say. It was strange for sure. First, because they could certainly afford six homes. So why buy just one? And second, why would six adult males share a home to begin with? Didn’t they want to live separately?

  But Aaron answered, reading my mind.

  “Think of it like a time share,” he remarked casually. “None of us are in Tucson very often, not even Tom,” he drawled. “Asshole is always in the air, flying here and there. So it made sense to share a home. Plunk down some cash, whoever’s in town uses it.”

  “I’ve only been in Tucson twice this year,” added Damien. “Makes no sense to have a huge house that’s empty.”

  I nodded slowly. Of course. Billionaires don’t waste, it’s how they got rich in the first place.

  “But is it awkward?” I managed on a whisper. “You know … when things get down?”

  Oh god, it was so embarrassing asking this question. But I should have known. Because the alphas weren’t embarrassed at all.

  “Awkward how, sweet thing?” teased Andrew, brows waggling. “You mean do our swords cross?”

  “No!” I gasped. “Well. Maybe, yes?”

  The six men burst out laughing then as we pulled up in front of the mansion. And I do mean mansion. The house was giant, with soaring ceilings and a fountain in front. Imagine that. In the middle of the desert was a burbling fountain, a graceful nymph dancing on one foot.

  “This place costs a fortune to maintain,” said Aaron, shaking his head. “But it’s worth it. We buy what makes us happy, and coming home to this,” he said, gesturing at the stone estate with a sweeping lawn. “Is what makes us happy.”

  But still, there was the question on the tip of my tongue as we made our way inside.

  “But do your swords cross?” I asked tentatively again, almost too embarrassed to look them in the eye. “I mean, it’s totally fine if they do, no judgment. I just wanted to ask.”

  The alphas were amused, tilting those dark heads back to reveal perfect white smiles.

  “Naw honey. We only get up to no good if there’s a woman around. It takes two X chromosomes to play, none of us are into that man on man shit. Although Aaron wants me, I’m sure,” cracked Nick.

  “Fuck you, asshole,” was Aaron’s retort. “Get that fucking fuck stick out of sight.”

 
I nodded. Okay, that was one thing cleared up. So the guys weren’t into any erotic play among themselves, it was all female-centric.

  “But what about the night time situation?” I asked, voice only slightly quavery. “Is there only one bed? Or do you guys have barracks?”

  That one made them dissolve into hearty gusts of laughter.

  “Like Madeline and her friends, twelve little girls with twelve little beds in the dorm? Naw, honey. How many bedrooms do you think this place has?”

  I flushed.

  “No, it’s not that there aren’t enough bedrooms. I mean, yes,” I said miserably, tongue-tied and confused. “I mean no.”

  Charlie took my hand, pressing a kiss to the palm.

  “Sweetheart, we’re not into each other. Trust me. The sperm mixes, but only inside a woman’s beautiful body. If there’s no female, then we’re not interested in seeing one another. At all,” he said with emphasis, looking at the other guys.

  I understood perfectly.

  “So six bedrooms,” I said finally. “There’s six different bedrooms.”