Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
Virgin's Lesson in Breeding
We had just arrived at the hospital. Mrs. Foster and her daughter Darcy had just gone into labor at the same time. I was so eager to have my first two children born. I was beaming from head to toe as they were taken to the birthing rooms facing each other across the hallway.
Dr. Chandra came out, the Indian woman wearing only her white doctor's coat that she had left open to show off her naked and pregnant body. Her stomach swelled with the roundness of our son. I had bred her that day when I had permanently claimed Mrs. Foster as my sex slave and lover.
I had just believed that I would breed her, that as the Best Teacher, I could knock up any woman when I wanted to. So far, it worked. Dean Brown was also carrying my child.
Dr. Chandra rubbed her hands over her red-brown stomach, her large boobs jiggling. She wore the red
bindi dot on her forehead that many married Hindi women wore.
Her husband was thrilled that I had bred her. After all, I told him it was an honor for his wife to have my child.
He believed me.
That belt that had changed the world let me do whatever I wanted.
It was insane. So long as I claimed to be the best teacher, I could get away with murder.
Not that I would do
that.
I wanted to make the world a better place. Sure, I was satiating my own lusts--I was a weak man--but I had plans to end so much pain and suffering. I was doing it already at my college, and it needed to spread. To expand.
"Well, Mr. Miller, they're both hours away from delivering," she said. "Mrs. Foster will probably be first since it's her third child. But it could be a while on Darcy. My nurses are in there monitoring how far they're dilated.
"So we have some time to kill," I said, staring at Dr. Chandra as she walked down the hallway to me. I turned and fell in along with her as we headed down towards the maternity wing's waiting room, my hard cock thrusting out before me.
She glanced down at me, her large boobs bouncing. She was a mature woman. A MILF in truth now that she was pregnant. "Oh? Do you have something you need for me? Some sort of consult or something?"
"Or something," I said and put my hand on her ass through the doctor's coat. "As you know, a pregnant woman needs anal from time to time to help keep her body healthy," I said. "And since your husband isn't here, I'll just have to step up and take his place."
"Mmm, you're very good at doing that," she cooed. "I'm more than glad that you've now bred your little maid. I was afraid I wouldn't see you for a while."
I squeezed her rump through the doctor's coat. "You'll be seeing plenty of me, at least until you have to go on your own maternity leave."
"True." She laughed. "Your son is a feisty one. He'll be a handful. I can't wait."
She beamed as she rubbed her pregnant belly, her large tits jiggling. Her dark-brown nipples thrust out from large areolas. I pushed open the swinging doors to the waiting room. The rest of my harem was here. My fiancee Helen and her little sister Debbie; Cassandra, the pregnant maid who wouldn't be showing for a while, smiled at me; and Veronica and Mrs. Smythe, my two naughty porn stars.
Dr. Chandra shrugged out of her doctor's coat. I grabbed it and tossed it to Cassandra. My naughty, Hispanic maid folded it up and draped it across the arm of the chair as Dr. Chandra bent over a chair, gripping the wooden arms. She thrust out her rump.
My group wasn't the only ones in the waiting area. There was a man, a woman, and an eighteen-year-old girl. They all were staring in shock at what was happening. I just smiled at them like this was the most natural thing in the world.
"It's good for a pregnant woman to be fucked in the ass," I said. "Nothing to worry about. I'm the best teacher, so you can trust me."
The trio instantly relaxed. The older man and woman, who was a mature beauty, both relaxed. Someone they knew must be having a baby. Maybe the guy's wife was here. He looked nervous. The girl could be his daughter while the woman could be a sister or something.
Or just a friend of the wife.
The girl was cute, with brown hair and green eyes. The sort of small breasts that reminded me of the freshman girls I taught. The nubile and innocent things that made teaching such a rewarding profession.
I turned my attention to Dr. Chandra. The pregnant woman's thick, black bush dripped with her juices. She needed to be fucked by me, and I needed to lube my cock before pounding her in the ass, so... I pushed my dick into her curls.
I groaned as my cock pushed through her pubic hair, the silky caresses tickling my dick. I found the wet folds of her pussy soon. I grinned and thrust to the hilt in her cunt. I buried deep and hard, her pussy devouring my cock.
She groaned as I did that. She quivered there, her pussy squeezing down on my dick as I sank deeper and deeper into her cunt. She moaned as her pussy devoured my shaft. Her pregnant and juicy twat engulfed me.
"Mr. Miller," she groaned, her body quivering. My hands slid around her pregnant belly, feeling how she had swelled with the life
I
had planted in her womb. "Oh, Mr. Miller, I love you in me!"
"Mmm, just have to lube up," I said. I glanced at the eighteen-year-old girl watching with wide eyes beside her father. Louder, I told her, "You always want to make sure the guy has lubed up before fucking you in the ass."
She nodded, her cheeks burning.
"Good advice," the woman said, smiling at her. "I hope you always lubed up with my sister, Ryan."
"We don't do anal," Ryan, the father, said. "Why we have a surprise kid on the way."
The girl giggled while the aunt smirked.
I just pulled my dick out of Dr. Chandra's pussy and slid it up her taint. She was more than lubed now. My dick throbbed as I pushed my dick into her butt-crack, found her anal ring, and pushed against that puckered hole.
My hands massaged Dr. Chandra's pregnant belly as she moaned, her asshole stretching to take my dick. She groaned with delight as I pushed harder and harder. She whimpered there, her body quivering, then her anal ring widened.
I popped into her bowels and sank deeper and deeper into her anal sheath. She moaned, her pregnant belly quivering in my hands as I bottomed out in her asshole. She groaned, her back arching. The chair she gripped creaked.
"Mr. Miller," she moaned. "Ooh, you were right. That was just what I needed."
