Savage Urges

by Poppy Deveaux

  What was a big deal was the fact that, apparently, a shootout had erupted between my two jealous lovers over the fate of my unborn child, and if I didn't get my unsteady ass down there in a hop skip and a jump that meddlesome little baby inside me would quite likely end up without any father at all.

  I hurried into town as fast as a jiggling ball of womanhood as myself could go, and flung myself inbetween the two men, whose pistols were drawn and their hats comically filled with the numerous bullet holes of several missed shots. I pleaded with them, saying that if they kept this up it I wouldn't have a single goddamn thing to do with either of their asses.

  I begged them both to holster their weapons and come discuss this with me in the safety of the sheriff's office, where no innocent bystanders could get hurt if negotiations ended up going south.

  And well... Things ended up escalating, pretty damn fast, in a direction that none of us at all had remotely foreseen...

  I don't know if it was a matter of me so openly discussing my problems in the bedroom that had led me into Billy's arms that did the trick, or whether it was something inherently erotic about the nature of these two well-endowed men trying to dish out whose cock had fertilized my pussy that ended up creating a rather sexually tense atmosphere. Hell, I don't even remember the chronological chain of events that directly led up to the events in question that formed such an impression in my memory, as abstract and hazy as the sequence of happenings so quickly became.

  But the next thing any of us knew, things had gotten very, very personal between the three of us, and our tense meeting had devolved into an outright western orgy...

  It was, in many ways, shocking, given how adhesive to standards of propriety my husband had always so vehemently proclaimed himself, so unaccepting of sexual funny business. And Billy the Boy, too, I would not have pegged for a man all that interested in threesomes unless it was with a double helping of pussy involved.

  But lo and behold, here the two of them were, closing in on me with an unmistakable sexual fury in their eyes, the mutual desire to consume me clearly too much for either of them to handle, and me, shaking from head to toe with the anticipation of having multiple men inside me, ready and willing and wet-lipped despite my incredible astonishment at this most unexpected turn of events.

  The two men passed me around with a reverence that I'm sure bespoke, to some degree or another, at least, of the fact that I was with child, the way they touched me almost like I was some holy being in their presence, my body a temple, fragile, delicate, to be treated with the utmost care even as they brutalized it in so many ways.

  I nearly drowned beneath the sweaty, sticky heat of their collective kisses, the two of them pushing their powerful bodies up against me, and passing me between themselves in a slow, agonizing circuit. My lips on my husband's, being kissed more passionately by the man than I had ever experienced at any prior point in my marriage- I've heard it said that men are capable of working up a bit of extra juice in the presence of sexual competition, and so it's hard to imagine that this had nothing to do with this new, unexpected ferocity...

  Then, Billy's lips took the place of Wayne's, suckling on my hot mouth as though with the ultimate aim of detaching my soul from my flesh and sucking it clean out of me, a goal which, as I whimpered and swooned and sweated into him, I thought he might reasonably have achieved with any extended period of effort.

  And then... Oh Christ... What happened next was really fucking staggering to me.

  This was, admittedly, completely beyond the realm of the perceived character of either man a far as I could tell, my husband in particular, although I suppose Billy the Boy's gaze might have been so hypnotic that he could have put the fear of God in an atheist if he'd stared at him for long enough.

  But whatever the cause may have been, Billy the Boy's lips were now on those of my husband, the two of them making out, rubbing their hot bodies together as though it was the most natural thing in the world, good and evil getting nice and cozy with one another, I suppose is one way you could think about it... At this point in my viewing of the spectacle, I thought I might fucking pass out clean on the spot, my thighs quivering so expectantly and my heart beating so fiercely that it's remarkable how well I was able to keep my self upright. I absolutely savored the popping and squelching and sucking of their lips on one another, the two potential fathers of my child making out like goddamn newlyweds right there before me in the middle of the Sheriff's Office, and I placed the palm of my hand on my distended pregnant belly as though in honor of this fact, feeling so swollen and so wet at the pussy in that moment that it was almost agonizing to stand there without participating for so long.

  At last, I was brought back into the fold, and we kissed in this circuitous nature for some time, hands groping my body regularly as I spun around between the two men like a top, Wayne's lips on mine, my lips on those of Billy the Boy, and Billy the Boy's lips coming back around to my husbands, their kisses never failing to shock me with their almost violent passion, and my pussy never seeming to throb at the sheer splendor of their efforts every time things came back around to them.

  On one of these occasions, finally, of the two men grinding and bumping up against one another, the pushing of their erect penises through the fabric of their trousers became entirely too much for me to withstand for much longer, and I found myself carefully lowering my pregnant body down onto the floor, squatting onto my knees, and getting to indulge myself just a bit further in terms of fantasy fulfillment...

  I unbuttoned and unzipped each man, and simultaneously plunged my grasping fingers into the dank confines of their underwear. I pulled both of them out into the open, savoring the heat of their immense, veiny shafts in my grip, and gazing astonished as each of their fat, fully loaded cocks swayed and dangled like the limbs of a tree in a storm. Then I seized a firm hold of each man, closing my fist around each cock as though to somehow murder both men through the force of penile strangulation.

  I began to work my wrists up against each throbbing prick, grinding fiercely as I pumped the warm, loose skin of their shafts back, forth, back, forth, back, forth, stretching the skin up to around their engorged purple tips, and then yanking it taut back down to around their bases, picking up speed as I slapped and pounded my grip against their pelvises, and sticky, streaming currents of jizz beginning to flow along their boners in tandem, so that my masturbatory efforts began to produce a steady, sexy squelching sound as I pumped and pumped and pumped. What was more, on frequent occasions when I yanked the skin back all the way to their bases, the men's erect cocks happened to touch tips from the force of my thrust, their pre-ejaculate mingling and banding out pleasantly from tip to tip, a sight which turned me on beyond the limits of what you can even begin to fathom.

  Unable to contain myself for much longer, I opened my jaws wide, doing my damnedest to suppress my gag reflex as I downed the cock of Billy the Boy whole, feeling it touch down against the back of my throat before pulling back off of him again, and switching over to my husband. Mind you, I'd never gone about sucking Wayne's penis before, thinking in the past that this would be way too sexy of a trick to indulge upon him, but I guess being in Billy the Boy's presence loosened up something in him, because I gobbled him up just as readily, my lips stretching a bit further to compensate for his incredible girth, without even a hint of protest on the behalf of my heretofore prudish and unsexual husband...

  I was experiencing none of the awkwardness or difficulty I had faced during the giving of my first head, and presently I went about sucking the two men's cocks like an absolute fucking boss, working my head into an intense, rhythmic bob up against the two men's receptive, distracted bodies, slamming my head into them with such force that I thought I might give myself a concussion. Back and forth and back and forth I swapped between the two of them, grunting and squealing like a fucking pig as I proceeded to drench my face with my own oral fluids, surely humiliating myself, and this same shame, this willing to be these tw
o men's collective cumdumpster going a long, long way in turning me on even further.

  At last, after some time of this and a final swallow of each man's cock, I pulled them out of me, and continued on with masturbating them both furiously, both men occasionally taking control of their own weaponry and smacking their wet hard cocks up against the sides of my face, playing my hollow cheeks like a fucking bongo drum.

  And finally, each man held taut the skin of his shaft, mutually arriving at climax and nearly the precise same instant. Their cocks throbbed and bounced and exploded, and I, with my mouth wide open, received their loads readily. Their cum pulsed all over me, flashing across my cheeks, splooging up into my nostrils, tangling into my eyelashes and my hair, and a considerable percentage of the hot, tangy, nasty stuff landing squarely in the center of my tongue.

  Christ, how I loved it, smacking my lips as though I'd just had the pleasure of eating the tastiest meal of my life, and dabbing just enough of the gnarly stuff from my eyes with my hand to be able to see straight.

  I was proving myself a very, very naughty pregnant cowgirl, and the next thing I knew I was being treated in perfect accordance with the extent of my misdeeds.

  The two of them swept me into the office's vacant jail cell, and the door was slammed shut behind the three of us, locking us in, in a most erotic turn of events if I do say so myself.

  The two men melted from the fabric of the remainder of their clothes, peeling it from their bodies and tossing the articles heedlessly to the floor, kicking them to the side and leaving me in sheer awe of their glorious naked bodies when paired side by side- mind you, I had never fully seen my husband all the way undressed... They were absolutely immaculate, like gods standing their with their agonizing muscles and their long, veiny cocks, which were, mind you, instantly erect and ready for more, and more I was certainly prepared to give them.

  The two men proceeded to touch one another for a few moments, seizing one another's penises and turning me on like hell as they explored the previously untrodden grounds of male on male sexuality. This turned me on like all hell, mind you, but promptly enough their attentions had returned to yours truly, and I was about to find myself granted the fullest and most thorough gratification of my fucking life...

  The two men undressed me, effortlessly stripping me down to my tight white panties, and then pulling these down to around my ankles, at which point I stepped out of them, and allowed them to gaze in awe at my naked, pregnant body. The two men seemed positively enamored by my swollen, child-filled stomach, mesmerized by enormous, milk-flushed titties, my nipples perverse, dark brown parodies of their usual selves, so large, so pointed, and so damn sharp that one of them might have poked their eyes out on the thing if they weren't being careful and ended up getting too close.

  They closed in on me, positively ravishing my nude form, their hot, sweaty bodies conforming to the contours of my own to the extent that such an action was possible, their hands on my titties, squeezing hard on the immense nipples, liquid, molten kisses oozing along my body from both the front and the back, Billy the Boy grinding his cock against the sweaty crack of my ass behind me, squeezing my buttock tightly, and letting me know just precisely what it was he had in mind for me...

  Suddenly, I found myself being handcuffed to the bars of the jail cell, my body facing the bars and my spine arching to compensate for the odd angle. My swollen tits hung low from the force of gravity and my back hurt from the strenuous position, and pain surged through my scalp as my husband seized a brusque handful of my hair, and stuck his throbbing, aroused cock as far into my pussy as he could manage it.

  I moaned, and he began to fuck me hard, harder than he had ever done, I soon realized, my arms buckling repeatedly against the bars of the cell as his body sprang in and out, in and out, in and out of me. I turned around to face him, then, hoping to acknowledge this fact with a lusty smile, and let me tell you that what I saw next nearly knocked the wind out of me.

  Standing behind him, Billy the Boy was anally fucking my husband while Wayne himself fucked me, the force of Billy's thrusts smashing Wayne's own cock at the rate at which it was currently stuttering into my body. Wayne's face looked as though it was about to implode upon itself, the look of agony in his expression quite the thing to behold, and the confident motion of Billy as he butt-fucked him, hand on his head and fingers curled into his waist, turning me on like a motherfucker as my pregnant pussy continued to be pounded relentlessly.

  Finally, my body was lowered, face down, toward the floor of the cell, and after pooping out Billy's cock Wayne crept in beneath me, his cock still blazing fiercely, and ready to slice me in two up the gash. With tender care, I squatted down on top of him, lowering my body onto him and moaning as he curved even deeper into my pussy than before, the slight torment of my handcuffed arms held strenuously over my head filling me with incredible pleasure. And then, amplifying matters even further, Billy, at last, climbed on top of the pile, mounting me, and penetrating me anally. I struggled to breathe, to see straight as Billy's long blade pierced its way into my rectum, grinding up against Wayne's cock through the layers of my body, and turning me on like hell.

  And the two men then proceeded to screw my fucking lights out...

  Pushing, pumping, writhing atop and beneath me, they wriggled and gyrated and fucked their naked bodies into my own, our genitals a spectacular triad of wet, squelching bliss, clapping wildly together with the repeated force of their blows, and the sweet, liquid motion almost unbearable as they fucked and fucked and fucked me... Their penises kept accidentally popping out of my pregnant body, making me feel as though my body was just so damn full that it could scarcely contain even another additional ounce of flesh. But the instant they put themselves back inside me they then proceeded to redouble the force of their pounding, and before long I was absolute fucking putty in their hands.

  It had, thank God, turned out to be a shootout of quite a different nature than the violent affair that had almost unfolded before the public in the town square, as each fully loaded penis began to ejaculate fiercely into my body, pulse after pulse of their hot sticky ammo coursing through my wet, overloaded orifices in such thickness and abundance that it began to spill back out of me almost instantly, dripping onto each man's still-grinding, throbbing cock.

  Crippling orgasm began to rage through my body, of a more intense variety than I had ever before experienced given that my pregnancy had engorged all of the appropriate sensitive bits, and I found myself screaming like a goddamn banshee with pleasure, my nude, handcuffed body shaking so hard that the restraints began to dig into my wrists, and the dual penetration of these two sexy studs suddenly feeling like the most wonderful thing in the world.

  No matter whose baby it turned out to be, I knew I could rest assured that, either way, I was in very competent hands in terms of having someone to help me raise it. This triadic, unconventional solution might just prove itself the most durable family unit in the entire wild wet west...

  THE END

  Caribbean Menage

  Chapter One

  “I can't handle this kind of pressure!” Milla thought to herself. She sat in the middle of her living room, head between her knees and doing her best to remember what her medical school training had taught her about handling panic attacks. Unfortunately, her panic seemed to be superseding her training at the moment.

  “Great, years of studying, tens of thousands of dollars in tuition, and I'm going to hyperventilate to death,” she thought to herself wryly. But, her own dark humor seemed to snap her out of her panicked stupor.

  “Right, deep breaths, OK,” and she began to count, inhaling slowly and then exhaling.

  She was two Mississippi's through her second exhale when a knock sounded at the door. She wasn't certain her legs would hold her upright at the moment, so she called out loudly to the visitor instead. “Come on in. It's open.”

  Ethan walked through the door and couldn't believe the sight before him. Milla
wasn't the kind of woman to break easily—he'd seen her run a code entirely on her own without flinching—so he couldn't fathom what could have possibly taken place to make her fall to pieces.

  “I just can't do it, Ethan. I'm just not ready.” She looked up at him with an endearing look that pulled at his heartstrings.

  “Can't do what?” he queried softly.

  “My passport just arrived today, I haven't packed a thing, and I'm just not convinced that Mr. Wilson next door is capable of taking care of Bob for so long,” she blurted out.

  Of course. Life and death situations were nothing for Milla to handle, but a week of rest and relaxation in the Caribbean, now there was a reason to panic. He tried to keep a straight face, but Milla's concern for “Bob,” the stray cat she'd taken in last year was just too much. She was worried that the veterinary technician two doors down couldn't handle feeding her cat during the week she was away.

  Trying to stifle a grin, Ethan responded gently. “I'm sure it's all going to be just fine, Milla. Your passport is in, we'll get your luggage packed, and I'm sure Bob will be just fine with Mr. Wilson.” Ethan almost made it through his soothing speech, but at the very same moment, Bob sauntered across the living room to the front door, as if to weigh in on the matter, and Ethan burst out laughing.

  Fortunately, Milla was a good sport, and she was beginning to see how she may have overreacted. She joined in Ethan's laughter and stood carefully, making sure her knees wouldn't buckle. Ethan offered his hand and helped her to her feet, and Milla threw her arms around him briefly in gratitude.