1 comments/ 54734 views/ 8 favorites Pregnant in Panties By: Lauries Husband (This multi-chapter story could be listed in several different groups. It contains group sex, bisexual and gay contact, incest, BDSM and other fetishes. If this offends you, please stop now. If it doesn't, I hope you enjoy. ) * "Christ It's hot." Suzanne stood under the shower watching the dust and the dirt from their dry and fallow farmland sluice off her soft shoulders and follow the streaming water in sandy brown streams over her engorged breasts and large, sensitive nipples. Her daily walk, the exercise her husband and Master insisted on, took her almost a mile and a half around one of the barren fields. The lukewarm streams flowed together over the curved mass of her late seventh-month baby bump and converged on the bare naked mound of her shaved and swollen vulva. Her right hand found her heavy left tit and started to palm her swelling nipple with a soft circular motion. Her left hand seemed to move on its own, fingertips touching and exploring each curve as it moved downwards over her big rounded belly and then even lower to her always hungry, never satisfied cunt. The beautiful 5'2", twenty-eight year-old streaked blonde, her curled hair falling past her shoulders, closed her dark blue eyes and turned her face to the spray. The action on her breast moved from palm to fingertips as she unconsciously pinched and pulled the tender nub up and away from her chest. The middle finger of her right hand was slipping and sliding in her little peach slit and the two fingers on either side were lightly grazing the outsides of her fat, juicy pussy lips. "Oh, God!" she cursed to herself, "Where is Daddy Louis when I really need him?" As her fingers moved in more and more seductive motion, she thought back to that short visit seven months ago. She and Steven, then her fiancé, had driven cross country to meet his family before their wedding and moving to the country to pursue their careers. He was a writer who believed firmly in the credo about writing what you know. She was a post-graduate fellow in Psychology who had just received permission to write her thesis on what was sure to be a very volatile subject. The farm seemed a great place for them to combine their work. Suzanne grew up cute and spoiled with all-American looks and a cheerleader's body. She was daddy's little girl and if asked today, she would still say he's is the closest thing to a perfect father ever. She never told him, but she never really fell out-of-love with him when she 'should' have after puberty. And her dreams and thoughts turned sexier and hotter and she found herself willingly growing more and more submissive with each new dream. They arrived at his parents' home late at night. His mother had already gone to bed, but Louis, Steven's dad, stayed up to meet them. She was dressed for comfort -- a pale blue sundress, very lightweight and sheer, a pair of white cotton thong panties and a pair of sandals. Even though Steven accused her later of doing it deliberately, she didn't really think so. Standing with the bright TV at her back and Louis in front of her, she gave her soon-to-be father an almost perfect view of her virtually naked body. When he stood up to greet her, she almost gasped. Very handsome, his face covered with the character lines she loved, his perpetual Florida tan contrasted beautifully with his silver hair. He just seemed to dominate everything and everyone around him and she felt that power as immediate submissive attraction. She almost melted into his strong, bronzed arms as he welcomed her into the family with a kiss that turned un-paternal very quickly. Under the shower, Suzanne's little lefty pinky was dipping into her slick, wet vagina as she remembered the way he kissed her. Her sharp fingernails started to pinch her ultra-sensitive nipple. She moaned almost silently as she opened her mouth to his probing tongue -- shocked that he would be so bold in front of his son...and shocked again that Steven, her strong, dominant Master, had not said a word to stop them. When his hands moved under the sundress and he started massaging her firm, toned ass- cheeks, she felt a strong need to stop and took her husband to bed. The next day, after sleeping in, they followed her new's suggestion; they relaxed by the backyard pool and Suzanne, thinking that both of Steven's parents would be at their store all day, worked on her tan in only a thong bikini bottom. Louis returned rather unexpectedly, having taken the afternoon off and leaving his wife to tend the store, and went directly to the chaise lounge where his adorable and perhaps submissive (he hoped fervently) future daughter was laying on her flat tummy, her firm, large tits swelling out the sides, and her ass virtually uncovered by the thong. Again, without hesitation and in front of his son, the silver haired older man kissed her again like he had the night before. She had to twist up to receive him and she heard her fiancé gasp when she felt her breast lift off the cushion. Again, not saying a word. And Suzanne was too turned on, too submissive and too easily led to resist anything at that point. Within three minutes of his arrival, he was spreading sun-block on her ass. Two minutes later he sent his son on a quick errand and a few minutes after that, Steven returned to see his fiancée sitting up bare-breasted on her lounge chair and his father naked, his hard, stiff cock sliding between her sweet lips and in and out of her warm, sucking mouth. Suzanne let her tortured nipple go and squatted under the now cool spray. Her right thumb was now circling her clit and her middle finger was plunging in and out of her hungry cunt. Squatting down opened her dusky rose colored sphincter and she forced her middle left finger as far up her anus as it could go before she started a finger-fuck DP on herself. She started groaning as she remembered the rest. He must have known, she thought, that his son wouldn't do or say anything after he returned only to sit on the other lounger and stare at them. She was, impossibly, even more drawn to the father's power than the son's -- and she loved Steven like no other. Yet she had no ability to refuse the father anything he might demand. The thought made her sexy, rose-colored nipples elongate even more and she showed them to her fiancée with pride and lust on her face. Then she let her almost father lay her back on the chaise, spread her golden cheerleader thighs over the sides of the cushion, and pull her up towards him with his strong hands under her ass. When he knew he their complete attention, Louis made her beg for his cock, humiliate herself by pleading for an almost incestuous fuck while his son, her fiancé, sat four feet away. And she did. And she felt like such a total whore. He left her tight, young pussy with three loads of cum that day before Suzanne's future mother returned home from work. With the last one still fresh in her tight, young pussy, he said "Just so you know, I don't do sloppy seconds. Maybe my son likes it, but I don't. I will be your first every day you are here." She nodded almost imperceptibly. There was nothing he could ask for that she would refuse him. And he asked for new, wickedly pleasurable sex acts every day. She quickly grew to look forward to the way his hands felt -- one behind her head and the other holding the soft bottom of her chin in his palm -- when drove his thick, powerful tool deep into her throat. But in her heart, she knew it was their first time, that wonderfully deep, strong and demanding fuck in front of her fiancée, his son, that sent virile sperm on a successful trip to find and penetrate her fertile egg. That's when he became Daddy Louis. "OH FUCK!!! OH...OH... CUMMMMMMMIINNNNNNNNNNNNGG" With her fingers working her fun parts just the way she likes, just thinking the name Daddy Louis puts the beautiful pregnant blonde over the top. Now on her back, she rides the waves of her orgasm under the cool waterfall until she is calm enough to remove her fingers and carefully stand up in the slippery porcelain tub. (to be continued.) Pregnant in Panties Ch. 02 (Please read Chapter 1 if you haven't already. This multi-chapter story could be listed in several different groups. It contains group sex, bisexual and gay contact, incest, BDSM and other fetishes. If this offends you, please stop now. If it doesn't, I hope you enjoy.) The sweat started as soon as Suzanne left the shower and tried to dry off. By the time she reached her bedroom and the welcome relief of the window air conditioner, salty drops fell from her large, dark nipples. She sat heavily on the bed, the duvet cool under her as she toweled her shoulder-length hair dry. Starting to feel almost human again, the twenty-eight year-old, seven-month pregnant blonde reached into her drawer and extracted a fresh pair of white cotton string bikini panties. She giggled in the cool breeze that blew across her naked, engorged nipples as she pulled them on. She loved her lingerie. She loved the effect her wearing it had on Steven, her husband and Master, even more. Before they had left his parents' home, they shopped in all the new boutiques in Boca Raton. It was in a French designer shop where Suzanne had seen a new style of panty for the first time. It was like a thong, but instead of a plain string across her hips and the back of her waist, these had a three inch wide piece of stretch lace. In the front, it covered little more than a regular g-string, but in back, the lace hid the top of her cheeks in the cutest, sexiest way. She bought every color they had. Steven was not the only one who appreciated her newest acquisitions. She wore a different color for Daddy Louis every day before they left. But now, all she wanted was the plain white cotton. It was all she wore. She pulled them up her tanned, fit legs until they cupped the bare naked mound of her sex. She lowered herself onto the foot of the bed, pulled her heels up to the mattress, and spread her knees wide. Leaning back on her left elbow, she gazed into the mirror over her dresser and watched the slender middle finger of her right hand trace her magic slit through the thin layer of soft white cotton. Suzanne moaned when her fingertip found the hood of her clit, her eyes focused on the growing wet spot reflected in the mirror. She let her hand move slowly upwards, caressing her swollen tummy until her fingers found her heavy, rounded breasts. The otherwise petite pregnant beauty groaned as her fingers closed over a dark distended nipple. She closed her eyes, let her head hang back and mumbled as she pinched and pulled the super-sensitive flesh. "Oh, fuck...unhhhhh...please, Daddy Louis, bite me again...hurt your slut, Daddy." Her moaning and groaning and the noisy window a/c unit combined to hide Steven's entrance into the bedroom, but did nothing to shield him from her hurtful wishes. He picked a thin black leather crop off the top of the dresser as he approached his wife, her eyes still closed, writhing in wanton lust. WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! "AOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!! WHO..." In less than a second, Steven's educated and experienced wrist delivered three sharp blows bringing the flat leather tip flush against the dark wet spot on her panties and just clipping her clitoral hood. "You are a slut, you fucking bitch!" Steven snarled at his surprised pregnant wife. Moving quickly he grabbed her wrists and cuffed them together behind her back. "You're my fucking slut, Suzanne, not his!" It was only because of her 'delicate condition' that he didn't push her off the bed. "Get on your knees, bitch. Now!" The psychologist in her briefly wondered why such a brilliant man would put himself into the same humiliating, self-loathing and frustrating position time after time. Kneeling without the use of her hands was a slow and clumsy task and she felt the crop, expertly wielded, make her nipples explode to hurry her up. The sensuous, wanton libertine in her had made peace some time ago with the devoted, loving, sex-slave wife. This was an area where she ruled. Although the restraints and her submissive position may have created a somewhat different feeling, there was no mistaking the way this would play out...the way it always did since their visit to Boca seven months before. After her ego and her libido finished their negotiations, Suzanne felt empowered enough to not only take control but also take pleasure in the process. She learned quickly and well. Steven dropped his pants and his briefs to his ankles, worked them off with his feet and then kicked them away. He moved in front of her, letting the cool breeze from the window unit wash over him. His left hand moved behind her neck and his fingers crawled into her streaked blonde curls. He grabbed a handful and pulled back hard, bringing tears to his pain-slut wife's dark blues eyes. He picked up his stiffening six-inch prick and slapped her cheeks repeatedly, punctuating everything that came out of his mouth. "Don't I give you want you need, slut?" "Don't I let you play your games whenever you want?" "You can fuck anyone you want, baby. Why do you always want him?" "Don't you love me, baby?" With the last question, Steven gave her hair a sharp tug and her mouth opened wide to cry out her pain. Before she could, her mouth was full of her husband's hot, stiff, slightly curved cock. "Gruhch... aaargh...gorpf...gorpf..." She loved his cock. It was beautiful, hot and hard. If she never experienced another it wouldn't have been the end of her world. Suzanne loved her husband more than anyone on earth – loved him enough to give him what she knew deep down he wanted and needed. She pulled herself off of his cock and turned her face up to his. "Master, you are the kindest and most caring Master a girl could hope to love." She looked down for a moment and stuck her tongue out to lick his sac. "The most generous as well, Master." Her dark blue eyes fixed on his. "I love you, my husband, more than anything, but..." Her voice grew strangely flat before getting excited again. "I don't know why, baby...Master...I've had bigger cocks and better looking young studs...but nobody, baby, and I mean nobody, has ever fucked your wife as magnificently and completely as your daddy." She alternated stroking his burning shaft and softly nipping at the spongy head, keeping him on the thin edge they both loved so much. Steven moaned as his wife confirmed once again what he had always suspected. "Of course, his daddy-cock fills me up so much more than your boy-cock, baby, but that's not what makes me his slut." Steven was slapping her tits as her words burned across his mind. "You remember, don't you? From the first time at the pool, and then every time after that, your daddy just took me...like a man...he never asked like a scared little boy." Steven heard only the humiliation his whore/slut wife heaped upon him and the rapidly growing sexual heat and excitement in her voice. He was her strength and her rock, her teacher and her guide. He was her Master in all things – except this. They both knew it and accepted the temporary switch it brought about. He pulled her hair again, this time bringing her up to her feet. "Seems you get your wish after all, darling." Steven turned her around and released the cuffs and she spun back to his face. "What are you talking about, baby? Why did you take your little boy-cock away from me?" Her laugh was slightly more cruel than kind. She pushed her round belly into her husband. Her eyes were glaring at him as he tried to back away, his face red from his shame and embarrassment. "Oh my God!" A huge smile opened her face to him. "He's coming, isn't he?" The utter joy in her voice only served to magnify his dark feelings about the impending visit. "When, baby?" She looked at him expectantly while he swallowed to delay his response. Then it all came together for her and she embraced her husband and looked up into his eyes. "What a good boy you are, baby. You remembered your daddy doesn't take sloppy seconds. He will be so proud of you," she smirked, "when I tell him all about it." She felt his cock twitch against her tummy and expel some pre-cum. "He must be on his way, huh?" She felt her pulse racing in anticipation and her vaginal walls starting to lubricate in preparation. Steven was looking away from his wife's scrutiny trying to hide all of the contradictory emotions swirling around and through his mind and body. "He should be here, I don't know," he glanced at his watch, "maybe thirty minutes." He turned back towards his panty-clad pregnant wife. "Listen, I think you should get dressed, honey." She looked at him like he had lost his mind. "Haven't you heard a word I've said, Steven? If anything I should be taking these off!" Her fingers snapped the side strings of her panties against her hip. "God, no...please, darling." He was looking desperate and it only increased the throbbing heat in the adorable blonde's shaved pink pussy. "He's, uhm...he's got...Gerald...he's got Gerald with him and remember, Suzanne, you promised me..." Gerald was Steven's younger brother by about five years and his father's junior partner in the store they owned. Suzanne had yet to meet him as he was away for their wedding; and in truth, the brothers rarely communicated at all anymore. Steven had told her of their mutual dislike and made her promise that she would stay clear of him as much as possible, never allowing him the pleasure of any of her charms. But Steven's obvious unease and displeasure caused his wife to re-assess her past promise. And looking at her sly expression now, he felt no better at all. "Honey, you know I always keep my promises when I can. But you know if Daddy Louis tells me to do something, well baby, you know I'm just gonna have to do it, right?" Her husband groaned as she smiled at him. "C'mon, my husband, you know you love it." She giggled again as she reached into a dresser drawer and pulled out an old, soft stretchy red and white striped tube top. She pulled it on and it just barely covered her big, firm breasts; her swollen nipples poked almost all the way through the threadbare cotton reminder of her teenage years. She spun around and pointed her heart-shaped ass at her husband. Her hands arranged the back of her bikini panties to resemble a thong – all the material pushed into her ass crack and baring her cheeks. "Think your brother will like this look, Stevie?" All her stricken husband could do was choke on the thought that his younger brother was even meeting his new wife let alone maybe seeing her on display like that. Suzanne giggled again as she went to get a cold drink and wait for their arrival. The dust devil a quarter-mile away signaled a car turning onto the long dirt driveway that ended right in front of the farmhouse. Suzanne and her husband moved to the porch as the car approached. When it stopped and the dust settled, the handsome, silver-haired and South Florida-tanned man exited the driver's side. His eyes immediately found his daughter, the mother of his newest child, without ever landing on his son. He held out his arms and smiled at the beautiful pregnant girl. Suzanne skipped off the porch and ran into her father's arms, so anxious to feel his lips on hers, giving her the kind of kiss that only a girl's baby-daddy and Master can bestow on her lush fertile body. Her large heavy tits swung back and forth getting no support from the tube top at all – Steven and his wife both noticed his father's smile at the sight. After pulling her into his arms and giving her the kiss she craved, he held her at arm's length and scanned her newly-shaped body from head to toe. He spoke to both of his sons, but her never took his ice-blue eyes off of his newest daughter. "Whatever you're doing to keep her looking this good...well, Steven, you just keep doing it. I've never seen an expectant mommy look anywhere near this hot and horny before. For sure, your momma never did." He twirled his finger in front of him and Suzanne turned in a tight circle letting her new in-laws admire all of her abundant and extremely sexy curves. Steven leaned against the porch railing trying to appear as casual as he could, but the more he thought about his temporary loss of control over his wife, the faster the deep flush of shame and humiliation spread across his face and exposed his true condition; he could only hope that his shorts were hiding his hard-on. When he heard the passenger-side door open, his heart seemed to fall out of his chest. The beautiful blonde was finishing her slow twirl; the heat from her father's staring eyes burned her flesh and moistened her steaming cunt. She stopped right in front of him as Gerald exited the car. Her eyes shifted to the man she'd never met and it was all she could do not to laugh out loud. "Oh my God!" she thought to herself, "this is what my husband was worried about?" There was no doubt that Louis and Steven were father and son. Gerald didn't even look like a distant cousin. He was well over six feet tall and easily weighed at least 250 pounds – none of it very attractive at all. Big, fat, and sloppy seemed to describe him fairly accurately and he had none of his father's or brother's good looks. When he opened his mouth, she learned that he lacked any of their 'sharpness' and sophistication as well. "God, Dad...you fucked this?" The admiration was as evident as his eyes got wide. "Nice job! Great tits." They had never met before – never even spoken to each other. "And these are the first words out of his mouth? Is he fucking kidding?" Suzanne was stunned and glanced quickly at her father and then her husband. Somehow she wasn't surprised when they both shrugged their shoulders and raised their eyebrows. She decided to ignore him until she could speak to Louis or Steven alone. "Show me how you've grown, little momma." Daddy Louis' deep, sexy voice shattered the silence that greeted Gerald's comments and the swollen, rounded blonde felt her girl-juice start to drip into her cotton panties. Standing about five feet in front of her silver-haired, domineering father, Suzanne glanced to her left only long enough to see Gerald drooling in anticipation and then to her right where her husband's eyes were silently pleading with her. She mocked her husband's earlier 'what can I do about it?' gesture and ended it with a little smirk when she saw the tent in his shorts twitch. "Well? What are you waiting for, fuck-toy? That wasn't an optional request." The cheer and warmth were gone from his voice yet the slight indication of impatience and annoyance was enough to give her a sudden cold flush; under the hot Florida sun her golden flesh was covered in goosebumps and her nipples tented the tube top like little erections. Her eyes locked on Louis' and her hands moved from her hips to her chest. Fingertips grabbed the bottom hem of the striped top and started to move slowly upwards drawing the material higher and higher. When she felt the stretchy cotton weave clear the large, rounded curves of the bottoms of her breasts she heard her husband gasp and her brother snort. But her dark blue eyes never left Daddy Louis' and a moment later her dark, elongated nipples were bared to everyone's view. She felt the pull of submission and desire deep in the core of her sex – she was no longer in control. She felt like such a bad little girl waiting for her father's inevitable punishment. "God, what a fuckin' whore!" Gerald was shaking his head in disbelief. "Standing outside and stripping down to just a pair of panties? Christ, Pop, she's even sluttier than what you told Marv and Stan." Steven groaned as his stomach fell even further. Along with his father and brother, Marv and Stan, both well-to-do retirees and neighbors of his parents, made up their weekly golf foursome. Steven had played with both of them during previous visits to Boca. What could Louis have told them? He wanted to die...but his cock was harder than ever. Suzanne, on the other hand, groaned for a whole different set of reasons. She lifted the top over her head and tossed it to her humiliated husband. He stared at her until she looked down and saw her nipples had grown even longer and harder – and she knew the cause. At their wedding, only a couple months before, Steven's mother had taken the new bride aside for a few minutes to apologize because she hadn't really been prepared to do everything she wanted for her new daughter. To begin to make up for it, her new mother-in-law ("Call me Mom, dear")told her about her plans to throw Suzanne a combination wedding reception and baby shower back in Boca. Standing barefoot and dressed only in her white cotton panties, Suzanne just realized several things simultaneously: First, the date of the party was only a few weeks away; and second, her mother mentioned specifically that Louis' golfing buddies and their wives would be there to meet her. The chills that froze her flesh in the ninety-degree heat couldn't be ignored. She moaned as she stood in the dust, seven months pregnant and all but naked in front of her father-in-law, her husband, and the horrible brother-in-law she'd just met. She felt like such a cheap, dirty whore. She felt like some eighth-grade drop-out slut, an incestuous loser in a Faulkner novel about sex and sin in the South, not a respected and published doctoral candidate. She was floating away on a sexual high and didn't want to ever come down. She brought one hand to her full, heavy breast and pinched her hard, dark nipple so hard she moaned and her knees almost buckled. "You want a little pain, darlin'? Daddy can give you that." Steven had never heard his father's voice sound so terribly remote and distant. He was afraid of what might be developing and started to say something when SLAP!!! The sound of Louis' flat palm when it hit flush against the side of her huge tit made both wife and husband groan. "Now, sweetheart, why don't you give daddy a real welcome – I've been waiting for it, you know. Right here, lil momma," he scratched a line in the dust with the toe of his shoe, "right here should be good. On your knees now, bitch – you know what to do." Without a word, the adorable blonde submissive, her tits and belly so round and large, moved to the line Daddy had drawn and sank down to her knees. She whimpered as tiny pebbles and sharp little stones bit into her flesh but before her full weight was lowered, Louis took her hands and lifted her up to her feet. "Sorry, child," he said almost apologetically, "you shouldn't have to feel those sharp little things." He looked around like he was thinking hard. "I know..." and his voice dropped flat like before, "take off your fucking panties and kneel on them. Now, Goddammit, you worthless whore!" Suzanne was shaking with lust and unharnessed desire. She knew her husband would be truly hurt when she exposed herself to his caveman brother...and she was almost positive that she saw Louis look from one son to the other and smirk just the tiniest bit in Steven's direction. "He knows," she thought to herself, "he knows exactly how much this will hurt Steven...and he's telling me to do it anyway." And as soon as that thought passed through her, for some unfathomable reason, she realized that she truly wanted to hurt her loving husband exactly the way Daddy Louis wanted – the way it would hurt him the most. She moved close enough to Louis that her belly pressed against his groin and her diamond-hard nipples ground into his chest and looked up into his eyes. "Daddy, I would love to do that for you but all this up and down and bending is hard on your slut and your baby. Please, Daddy, can you ask Gerald to help me?" Her heart was pounding so hard and so fast she didn't even hear Daddy Louis tell his youngest son to move around to the driver's side of the car and help his pretty new sister out. She did chance a look at her husband and saw him more on edge than either of them had been in a long time. They exchanged the briefest of looks before her head was snapped back around towards her silver-haired Master. Pregnant in Panties Ch. 02 "Say hello to Gerald, like a naked little slut should." Before she knew it, the big slob was all over her, trying to hug her and feel her up while fighting to get his tongue down her throat. He was only struggling because he was too stupid to follow her lead. But it didn't really matter – Steven was groaning behind them like the wounded left on ancient battlefields to die ashamed and alone. "Fuck, bro," Gerald smirked at his older brother, "she's way cuter than all those other pigs you used to fuck." He dropped to his knees beside her and slid his pudgy fingers under the sides of her panties and started to pull them down her smooth, firm legs. When he had them just three inches below her pussy, he stopped and half-turned her towards her husband. "What have we got here, big-shot writer?" He pulled one hand out of her panties and started to rub his fingers over her bare naked mound. "Oh man, you know how much I love shaved cunt. Holy fuck," he shouted when his finger slid between her swollen lips, "this bitch is totally fucking wet, dude. You already tell her about the surprise in my pants?" When Steven groaned again he drew the attention of his father, his brother, and his wife. They all saw the dark wet-spot expand rapidly on the front of his shorts – he felt more humiliated than he ever had before. Evidently that's what Louis had in mind because right after that he turned the girl back towards himself and told Gerald to put her panties on the ground for her. Copping every little feel and touch of her fabulous golden skin that he could, Gerald helped his new sister kneel down on the tiny white cotton scrap, her face only inches away from Daddy Louis' angry, dripping cock-head. Suzanne pulled his hot, stiff cock to her lips and anointed it with her spit-covered tongue before taking it all in and stuffing it down her throat. She almost came just from tasting him; his unique musky taste brought back memories of the way he used her day after day in Boca. He'd kept her constantly under his spell whenever he was around. But she was getting light-headed from too much time in the sun and knew she had to end this first encounter quickly and get back inside. With all of his cock inside her mouth, she slid her tongue past her lips and worked his balls for a minute. Then she pulled herself up his hard, meaty shaft until just his cock-head and an inch more remained in her mouth. While the tip of her tongue found that ultra-sensitive spot right under the crown ridge, she delicately scraped her small white teeth over his corona until he shot rope after rope of thick, potent semen into her mouth and down his daughter's throat. The thick, pungent cream coated her mouth and her tongue with his very essence and the earthy, incredibly sexy pregnant woman kneeling in the dust outside a southern Florida farmhouse closed her eyes as her body started to shake. Vibrations started deep in the core of her sex and began radiating through millions of synaptic connections until her entire body was on fire. An electric light show started on the backs of her eyelids and she thought she heard screams in the background before everything went black. (to be continued) Pregnant in Panties Ch. 03 (Please read Chapters 1 and 2 if you haven't already. This multi-chapter story could be listed in several different groups. It contains group sex, bisexual and gay contact, incest, BDSM and other fetishes. If this offends you, please stop now. If it doesn't, I hope you enjoy.) * Steven was kneeling beside his wife before the first high-pitched moan finished in her throat. He hadn't moved that quickly in years and his effort only yielded a pulled muscle in his back. Suzanne had fallen backwards -- right into Gerald -- and he kept her close as he rose easily to his feet with his naked, pregnant sister passed out in his arms. He stood over his older brother, her weight of no concern, making sure Steven saw his strong, thick fingers spread her ass her cheeks wide. The emotionally immature but physically imposing twenty-seven year-old held Steven's wife in such a way as both husband and father-in-law could see everything. Steven gasped and Louis laughed along with his youngest son as Gerald slid his stiff middle finger right through the tight, dusky ring of her sphincter and into her anus. At the same time, he put his thumb in her pussy. "Well," he was laughing so hard he barely got the words out, "she's round as a fuckin bowling ball...all she needs down here is one more hole." Steven groaned again. He had one hand on the back of his hip and he reached the other out to his father for a hand up. "Get your fucking fingers out of my wife, asshole!" Louis was just chuckling as he helped his son to his feet. "Take her in the house, Ger...c'mon, out of the sun -- now." A few minutes later, Suzanne was starting to regain awareness as cool water refreshed and rehydrated her round, sexy body. She was surprised to find herself in her bathtub, but delighted to feel the relief as the water rose higher. Looking around she saw the concern in her husband's eyes and the relief in her father's face. Gerald's eyes just moved over her body, scanning every inch of her smooth flesh and then concentrating on her large breasts and her darkening nipples. They established she had passed out for a minute because of the heat and the stress and excitement of the moment, but she assured them that she felt better than ever cooling off in the tub. In fact, she told Daddy Louis, between the bath and the aftertaste of his cum in her mouth, she was starting to feel really good. He bent over the tub and kissed his daughter until their tongues were dueling in each other's mouths. He rolled a thick, elongated nipple between his fingers until the deep burn forced her to break their embrace and he stood up. "Steven," he said while still looking at Suzanne, "give your wife a nice little bath -- get her cleaned up real good." His voice softened just a little. "You remember what happened, little girl?" She looked a little confused and shook her head. "Let's just say you and your weak-backed husband owe your brother-in-law a pretty big debt of gratitude." He started out of the small, tiled room pushing Gerald ahead of him When he reached the door he turned around one last time. His voice was so flat it frightened the pregnant girl when he questioned her. "Who are you, little girl?" She blanked, trying to find some clue as to what he wanted. "Right now -- right here...who are you?" Then she saw the glare in her Master's eyes. Suddenly it wasn't just the cool water that was keeping her slick and wet between her fat, swollen pussy lips. She knew what he wanted -- and she knew what the correct answer would do to her husband. She looked at Steven and saw the pain of his understanding. She let her lips curl up ever so slightly and felt the sweet, seductive rush move through her as his eyes portrayed the fresh, sharp pain of her imminent betrayal. "I am your slut, Daddy Louis. You are my Master." Her voice was soft and smoky and she sounded like she was born in an old jazz piano bar. She felt the heat of their eyes on her engorged nipples and it only made them grow even longer. The silver-haired old man looked directly at her. He thought she was a miracle the way his cock got hard every time he was near her. And, he laughed to himself, maybe his older son would start taking himself a little less seriously. "Tell your husband to clean you up and get you ready to repay your brother's kindness, slut. Ten minutes -- your bedroom." The door closed behind him as he left. "What did your father mean, Steven?" The soft volume of her whisper did nothing to hide her anxiety and displeasure as she pictured Gerald in her mind's eye. "What happened to your back? Why do we owe your brother anything?" Suzanne looked towards the bathroom door and shuddered picturing her lecherous brother only a few feet away. "I don't like him, Steven...he's just a fat slob with no manners at all. And now, 'cause somehow you fucked up," she fought with herself to keep the smirky smile off her face, "Daddy Louis is gonna make me do something with your disgusting brother." With just a few minutes to go before they would be summoned from the bathroom, Steven squirted his wife's favorite body soap onto one of her bath sponges and foamed the dust and dirt from her driveway adventure off her smooth, taught flesh. The cool water felt wonderful but it didn't erase the resentment she felt towards her husband. "I didn't exactly fuck up, you know? You were passing out and I jumped up to help you, baby...but after a step and a half, something pulled across my back and I couldn't move. Gerald was still kneeling next to you (she smiled inwardly recalling the rush she'd felt when he pulled down her tiny white cotton bikini panties -- she felt his hot breath on her naked pussy and almost came right then) and you fell into his arms." Steven looked away and he was blushing a deep crimson. "He was the one who got you out of the sun and brought you into the house...laid you down here in the tub." "I don't care about any of that right now, Steven. All I want to know is if you're gonna stand up to your father for once and tell him you don't want your brother's dick -- or his either, for that matter -- in your wife. You gonna do that, little cucky-boy?" As much as he wanted to do exactly that, he knew he didn't have that in him. He finished bathing her in a very strained silence. As he helped her out of the tub and started drying her lush, pregnant belly and her round, heavy tits, he said he had just one request. "Please, my darling, just don't ask me...ask me to, uhmmm, eat you -- I mean clean you -- when he is finished. I don't think I could take that, Babygirl." But then he saw his new bride break into the tiniest, smarmiest smile and her nipples crinkled all up. He felt utterly humiliated as he realized what would be happening in just a little while. Steven flushed a deep crimson as he watched his naked, pregnant wife walk out of the bathroom and down the hall before opening their bedroom door and walking inside. The cuckold husband thought he might have a heart attack right on the spot as he heard his repulsive younger brother shout, "Now that's what I'm talking about...that is some primo slut fuckmeat...with my name written all over it!" "Oh my God!" Suzanne clamped her hand over her mouth after taking very hesitant step into her own bedroom and seeing her brother on her bed. She had to rip her eyes away to check with her Master. Daddy Louis was sitting in a chair to her right with a complete view of everything in the room. He winked at his beautifully rounded slut over a genuinely proud smile. She did everything possible to keep her gaze away from the obscenity growing up and out of his groin, but that was perhaps even more difficult with each passing moment. He looked like the love child of Rosanne Barr and Randy Quaid -- it wasn't an attractive result. Aside from his arms (starting about two inches above his elbows) and a triangle below his neck pointing down three inches, Gerald managed to keep his entire body out of the Florida sun. He was white, pasty and full of dark, tangled masses of course body hair. Thin arms and skinny legs only made his torso seem more gross and fat. There was absolutely nothing attractive about her brother at all. Well...except... The hormone-driven young woman resisted all she could before her curious gaze was drawn back to his center. Her lips moved -- it looked like Oh my God again -- but no sound emerged. Her deep, dark blue eyes were wide open as the terrifying sight was burned forever into her memory. Her breathing was getting faster and shallower as her pupils narrowed their focus on his unworldly genitals. Her mind was spinning as she tried to put him in perspective. Standing naked, dripping wet and hugely round, to the two men in the room she became their own private vision of Earth Mother and Primal Sex combined. The young wife neither knew nor cared what was on their minds -- it was all she could do to try to identify and comprehend what she was looking at. Between the last roll of hairy, pasty white belly fat and his skinny, pale, bruised thighs stood a dark pink, nine-inch column of the ugliest cock she had ever seen. Right behind it was a huge, hairy scrotum that appeared swollen and full of his baby-batter. The beautiful young girl was no virgin when she came to her wedding bed. Suzanne had been an active and willing sex partner for more than a dozen men before she'd ever met her husband, and that number had probably doubled before their marriage with Steven's happy consent and participation. Her adventures were, in fact, going to provide the basis for both her post-grad research and his newest novel. But her brother was something completely outside of her previous experience. She inched closer to the bed, to him...to it...and she couldn't help but shudder. In the Florida heat, Suzanne had a case of the chills and it covered her flesh with goose bumps. She couldn't help herself as she saw her hand extend towards it, her curiosity overriding her initial repulsion. "Say hello to the PIMP, fuckmeat," Gerald's voice finally broke a most uncomfortable silence. She looked at him with upturned eyebrows. "Jesus Christ, bro! She's cute, but fuckin dumb as hell!" He turned his gaze back on his new sister. "I told you before, slut...Party In My Pants...PIMP...get it?" He just couldn't understand why she didn't laugh. "Fuck you, bitch -- it's funny! Now get your ass up here like your Daddy Louis said." Under any other circumstances, she wouldn't have put up with either his repulsive attitude or his repulsive body. But this was different. Silently she ignored the person while obeying the voice and moved up onto the mattress, closer to the root of her fascination. Having stopped for a minute between the bathroom and the bedroom, Steven had switched on the recording system that would capture everything that happened anywhere inside the house. When he entered his own bedroom, his wife was climbing up onto their bed -- directly towards his brother's freak dick. He couldn't stop the low moan that escaped his mouth as he recognized exactly what was going on. He knew his father -- knew his games -- and resigned himself to the fact that he'd lost this one as soon as it started. His father had told him several times to 'lighten up' and enjoy himself more. Maybe, he thought to himself, this might be a good time to try. Ultimately, he realized, it was his own fault for falling in love with her and bringing her back home. His wife was exactly what she'd led him to believe -- a true submissive with a need to be dominated by the nearest alpha-male around. While most of the time that alpha was Steven himself, his father always seemed to take that spot if he was nearby. And for pure cock-dominance, his brother was in a class by himself. All he could do was sigh once again and watch his soul-mate move like a hypnotized zombie towards Gerald's horrifying organ. Suzanne crawled across the sheet and instinctively she spread her legs enough to let her beloved husband, that day her pathetic little cucky-boy, see the moisture that was collecting on her slick pussy lips. She moved like a pregnant cat, her smells marking the area she touched. She moved around, almost in a circle, until she found her spot and laid down on her left side next to her brother. Her left arm was over his left hip, her hand on the mattress, and her left breast lay across the bottom of his hairy, white gut. Her left leg stretched out behind her, towards Gerald's head and she raised her right knee so she could rest her right foot in front of her left knee. This left her right hand free to explore her brother-in-law while leaving her ass and cunt open to his hands and fingers. She couldn't begin to wrap her fingers around the base of his thick, vein-covered shaft. It had to be at least eight inches around where it erupted from beneath his flesh. And using her palm as a guide, she figured him to be well over nine inches long. She kept moving her fingers over him and as he grew even more firm and hard it inflamed her pussy even more. She had never seen anything like what was in her hand before. From the eight-inch circumference at the base it narrowed to a head that was hardly as big around as her thumb! And instead of the graceful upward curve she was so used to, this gnarly, bumpy-veined organ curved downward from about two inches behind the slim head. Stroking it over and over, she thought it was like the kind of disaster you just couldn't take your eyes off. She took the tiny head between her lips and started sucking as she let her fingers trail down the hair-covered, misshapen shaft until they were prodding his fat, swollen ball sack and getting tangled in the unruly hair sprouting all over his groin. In fact, she found it even more fascinating than that. She licked at the column of pale flesh, her tongue circling the small ridge of his crown as she thought about the men in the room. Gerald, she knew, was both dumb and egotistical enough to believe anything she told him. Daddy Louis, on the other hand, knew immediately the effect he had on her and how willing she was to be his slut on command. It was her husband, the true love of her life, who she was concerned with. It had been easy for her to play at his fantasies -- it was what brought them together to begin with -- but now she had the opportunity to take it to a higher, more intense level. She could force her husband to finally and fully embrace his darker desires and let them compliment and enhance the Dominance that she adored in him. Together, she knew, he would be stronger and more complete -- someone she would love forever. Strong, confidant, and empowered by her husband's love and support, Suzanne made the decision for both of them -- for their future together. The beautiful blonde wife slurped and sucked her brother's ugly nuts into her experienced mouth. By the time she rolled her tongue around the swollen bag Gerald was moaning her praises. She looked up at his simple grin and spat on his freakish erection. Without looking at him, she started quietly speaking to her husband while she lubricated his brother's unholy stalk. "Mmmm, baby...I knew all about you after the first time your daddy stripped me and fucked me at the pool..." she giggled and crinkled her dark blue eyes at her brother. "Gerald, did Daddy Louis tell you about all the different ways and times he fucked your brother's fiancée -- and then his wife?" She looked at her father-in-law and gave the handsome, silver-haired man her most submissive smile before she addressed both brothers. "Did he tell both his sons..." the girl's nipples were so hard they ached with her heavy need and her cunt was juicing without being touched, "that he absolutely owns this twenty-eight year old pussy?" Suzanne reached behind her and took Gerald's hand in hers. She guided his forefinger to her cunt-hole and his thumb to her ass. When his fingers were pushing against both entrances, she slapped the top of his hand and sent his stiff digits into her dark, warm places. All she could think about was her husband's view of her violation and Gerald found his fingers awash in her girl-cum. "Baby," she spoke in the smoky, sexy drawl Steven found impossible to resist, "how come you never told me about your brother's GREAT BIG DICK?" She pulled the strange-looking appendage to her mouth and lovingly sucked the tiny, tapered head between her lips, her tongue exploring the strange reverse-bend behind the head before pulling him out with her fingers. "Oh, fuck, Steven! Were you so afraid I would fall in love with this cock that you never even told me about it?" The pregnant blonde wife, looking more like a naughty cheerleader than a doctoral candidate in Psychology, shook her head at her husband like she was dismissing the latest loser on a reality TV show. "Sometimes," her eyes cut through her husband's like daggers, "your jealousy and paranoia get in the way of you being a good little cuckold slave, you know? And I'm really getting tired of it, understand, bitch-boy?" Gerald only heard what she wanted him to hear -- and he was falling hook, line and sinker. Daddy Louis was sitting back and smiling, slowly stroking his own hard-on as he watched his daughter play his sons to perfection. The only one she really cared about was her husband, and she gasped when she saw the effect her "un-masking" of him had on his usually handsome and confidant face. She told herself she was breaking him down in order to rebuild him -- making him a stronger, more intuitive and complete version of his former self. She was flooded, her senses overwhelmed as the thrill of causing real pain coursed through her flesh. And she felt the most exquisite pain within herself at the same time, understanding and acknowledging that she would put her lover through this torture. Turning back to Gerald, she dragged her huge, heavy tits and hard nipples over his flesh as she moved towards the end of the bed, kneeling between Gerald's legs. When she bent her head over his crotch, her ass was raised directly in front of her father's face. This time, she reached behind herself and scooped her girl-juice from her wet hole and rubbed it over Gerald's shaft. "Do you know what a cuckold is, Gerald? What kind of man your brother is?" Without turning around she felt the heat roll off of him as he heard the scorn and betrayal in her raspy, bluesy voice. Looking and feeling like the biggest, hottest high-school teenage slut who missed graduation because her baby was due, Suzanne licked up the full length of Gerald's hard cock before she nipped at the tiny head and smiled at him. Her left hand stretched halfway around the base of his cock and her right hand caressed his balls. "Do you know, honey?" He shook his head, not really sure what she was even asking him. Her fingers moved so that her left thumb found the thick channel running up the underside of his cock and followed it up, pushing a clear, thick drop of pre-cum out his tiny piss-slit. It was her voice, Steven admitted later, that crumbled any possible resistance and seduced him into the role he was meant to explore. He knew, even then, that on a much deeper level, his strength and dominance over his wife would only grow because of his new understanding of her experiences as well as his own. "Your smart, handsome, and sexy brother is one of..." she giggled mercilessly "those men...you know, the ones that like their wives to, you know, uhm, fool around. They get all excited and stuff, you know, when their wives flirt and fool around with, uhm...other guys." She sounded exactly like the slutty teen she wanted Gerald to picture when he thought of her. Pregnant in Panties Ch. 03 "Oh," her brother replied, "yeah, when Pops said he fucked you and Steven knew -- I figured you were like swingers or something." "Oh no, honey," she giggled again. "Not like that. That would mean like, uhm.. .you know, he could be with other wives and we swapped or something. No, this isn't like that at all." Gerald looked puzzled and Daddy Louis laughed as he pulled his cock. "Honey, just like I'm Daddy Louis' slut...your brother is my, you know, like slave." She turned her head to the side to see the burning red color mark Steven's flesh. "It really turns him on seeing his wife sucking and fucking friends and strangers, men and women, either separately or together." Gerald started laughing, not really knowing what to make of his brother. "No shit? How do you know it turns him on so much?" "You should have seen how hard he got when your daddy fucked me in front of him." She turned to the side to look at Steven's reaction and smiled. "Can't you see how hard his tiny little dick is getting as he watches me playing with your GREAT BIG COCK?" Her voice changed immediately and sent a chill through both of Daddy Louis' sons. "Why are you the only one dressed, cucky-boy? Get your clothes off now -- show your little brother what I mean, bitch!" The three youngest people in the bedroom almost came simultaneously as the "B" word slid off her tongue. Daddy Louis just smiled in relaxed enjoyment as his oldest son flushed a bright cherry red and pulled his shorts down and off. No matter how hard and thick his beautiful seven-inch curved erection was, it paled in comparison to his brother's sheer mass and presence. Suzanne felt the moisture ooze from the walls of her cunt as she thought about her next revelation -- the next step in the humiliation of the man she loved. The round sexpot softened her voice again as she flirted with her brother. "But Gerald, you should have seen the load your brother shot into our sheets -- he was laying down on his belly between my legs when I made him eat Daddy Louis' cum right out of my freshly-fucked pussy!" "No fuckin' way!" Gerald's strange genitals were buzzing with the revelation as the obvious dawned quite slowly in his mind. His eyes opened wide and flicked between his brother and the gorgeous, pregnant slut sister between his legs. "Uhm...are you, you know," Gerald almost couldn't get the words out of his dry mouth, "uhm, gonna make him do it...uhm...now?" All eyes were drawn to the large, clear drop of fluid bubbling out of his little slit -- the biggest groan seemed to come from Steven. His wife was not surprised; neither was his father. What did surprise them was what came out of Gerald's mouth. "Been waiting a long fuckin' time for this, pussy-boy. No more teasing like when we were kids. You are gonna eat my cum now, big brother!" Suzanne ran her thumb up his thick, bumpy stalk and pushed a small trickle of pre-cum out of the small head. Instead of licking it off she wiped it up with her fingertip and then held her hand back towards her husband. "Go ahead, bitch-boy...your hard little-boy peeny says you really want to." Steven's groan was enough to make his wife climax with just the slightest squeeze of her thighs. When she felt the tip of his tongue glide along her finger, she came again. "Hmmmph!" The dismissive snort came from Daddy Louis. "I always knew you were as big a slut as any of us, boy. Just ask your mom -- I've been telling her that for years." Suzanne couldn't wait a moment longer and she lowered her head over Gerald's misshapen organ. With her lips holding fast just a few inches behind the small cock-head, she felt the strangest sensation. She pulled back and spit on his gross shaft again. As she rubbed the slick lubrication over him, she looked back into Gerald's eyes. "Even your daddy doesn't really know," she giggled. "One night we went to a dance club in Miami and..." "Suzanne? What are you...promised me...never tell..." Steven really couldn't get the words out but it didn't matter. His wife knew what he was saying -- but it wasn't going to change anything. She had made her decision and she couldn't back down. While her husband mumbled his objections, the slutty pregnant married woman took even more of Gerald's cock into her mouth. She was right! The strange downward curve was perfectly placed to allow his cock to slip down her throat without ramming the back. Two bobs and she had half of him inside her, her lips stretched so wide they felt like they would rip in half! This cock was perfect! She pulled back up, reluctant to let him go. "Oh fuck, Gerry," she gushed at the embarrassed younger brother, "your cock is just perfect for sucking! I can't wait for more." She rubbed him lightly while scratching his balls and keeping him completely on edge. "So your brother makes me wear a little white lacy dress to this club. You didn't see me when we were in Boca, but I was really tan, you know? And my little bikini left little white triangles over my tits and my pussy." She swiveled her head to her father. "You liked that, didn't you? You said it was so sexy when I got naked for you, remember?" Louis nodded his silver head and smiled at the thought. "So he tells me to wear it WITHOUT UNDERWEAR. He says it will look like the white triangles are a bra and panties. I can tell you -- it sure didn't fool the two big, handsome black guys who were dancing with me." She bobbed her head a few more times. Her lips were gradually stretching and accommodating more of his ungodly girth and her throat was easing around the increasing girth as well. It was like nothing she had felt before and could hardly wait for him to fill her other hungry holes. Gerald snorted -- he was loving this slut's mouth on him -- if she would only quit fuckin' talking! He was thinking about what a lucky fuck his brother was when he started listening to her again. "By the time he got out to the dance floor, they were making an Oreo with me in the middle," she giggled again. "Their big black hands looked so sexy on my white lace dress." Suzanne took Gerald's hands and put them on her swollen, milk-filled breasts. "They kept squeezing my tits and pulling my nipples and the black-lights made my dress look like electric blue -- it was so cool, lover." Gerald couldn't believe she was talking to him this way -- it was like she was really into him. No one had ever called him lover! He started to pull her up towards his cock but she was quick to latch back on to his unfortunate-looking prick. "Your brother finally had the balls to say Excuse Me like a little girl, but by that time, they had rolled my little dress up to my waist and I had long, thick fingers in both my holes. Those big, bald black men laughed at your brother when he asked them to leave me alone, didn't they, Bitch-boy?" Wife, father, and brother all laughed when Steven groaned in abject embarrassment. "Finally they took me to a motel across the road from the dance club. They knew it would make all of us so hot so they let your brother watch -- as long as he promised to behave and do what they told him." Again the low groan caused them to laugh and she turned around to face her husband for her final revelation. "Daddy, did you know that your son would do about anything to watch his sweet wife get fucked -- and then get permission to suck her freshly-filled pussy? I know for a fact he will suck big, black cocks into his mouth and down his throat..." The groans had turned into one long, low, animal moan, more a vibration than a real sound. As Steven's cock started jerking on its own and his cum was dribbling down his untouched shaft and falling on the floor, he heard what he thought would be the final nail in his coffin of shame. "Why look at that, Daddy Louis...your dirty little boy got so excited about sucking big black cocks that his boy-dick started to spit." She swiveled her head and caught everyone's eye before turning to her husband once again. "I wonder what he would have done if I told you about the way those boys fucked your son's ass that night, too. He really loved that!" Gerald couldn't take the heat from her story anymore -- the thought that he might literally fuck his brother over was too much to contemplate. He had more urgent things to do. Louis listened to his daughter confess her husband's sins and felt years of tension drift away from his chest and gut while he smiled and thought of his wife. He really couldn't wait to tell her that their concern for their son was unnecessary -- he was as big a perve (his thoughts were loving even if his vocabulary was not) as his parents. And not surprisingly, much more than his younger brother. Steven didn't see the beatific smile on his father's face. He could barely breathe let alone try to focus on an image in the room. He did notice movement as his brother lifted his very round, curvy, pregnant wife over the one-inch tip of his hard shaft. And he heard his loving wife scream as her body dropped down and took almost all of her brother's freakish cock into her smooth, tight cunt. Then he passed out. (to be continued)