Cindy's Biini - Reindled Love

I had let three men cum inside me while not on any birth control at all. I could already be pregnant. Pregnant for the fourth time this year. I'm 23-years-old attending college. I shouldn't have been impregnated at all, let alone that many times. But here I was, actively agreeing to have eight men take their best shot at impregnating me. Even if they don't succeed the first time, my deal with Shawn is for them to keep trying until one of them succeeds. I could be facing months of continuously getting fucked by these eight guys. But was that any less scary than having been already impregnated?

My time to ponder on this was limited as I arrived at Shawn's house to meet the fourth potential father to my child. Entering the bedroom, I found the man to be no stranger. Rather, it was Jerry, my ex-friend from college. "Fancy seeing you here slut. Couldn't wait to get impregnated by me again?"

My initial instinct was to protest, but my experience with Shawn told me that it was fruitless. Once again, he had chosen someone who brought a new level of deviancy with it. Previously, Jerry and a few other guys were close male friends of mine. I discovered, though, that they were only friends with me in an effort to get into my pants. Shamefully, on my part, I took advantage of this fact later and invited them to have sex with me for money.

Through poor planning on my part, they ended up getting me pregnant and, upon discovering this, made plans to reveal this to my parents. This is what prompted me to make this slutty deal with Shawn and his friends. He prevented them from talking with my parents. Now I'm right back to accepting Jerry into my bed and trying to impregnate me again. I now understand how Shawn was able to convince Jerry to hold off on revealing my secret to my parents.

"Strip off those clothes. It's not like I and everyone here hasn't seen you naked numerous times," my ex-friend commanded. I still hadn't said a word but obeyed, and soon, my nude body was on display for him to enjoy. He guided me to the bed on the floor as Shawn and his friends watched. They, of course, were also recording this whole interaction as they had the previous ones.

Jerry climbed on top of me and kissed all over my body. "I learned something else from our mutual friend here. That masked hooker we all fucked was you! I thought you pussy felt familiar. If you wanted to get inseminated by us back then, you didn't have to be all sneaky about it. You could have just asked," he said between kisses on my naked flesh. We both knew that's not why I did that, but I elected to continue being silent.

"Well, I have plans today, so I should probably go ahead and get this over with." He directed his dick to penetrate me, and once again, I was allowing this jerk to enjoy the feeling of fucking me. As he thrust deeper into me, he continued to speak. "All joking aside, you are a fantastic fuck. After I get you pregnant, we should keep doing this. I don't mind sharing you with the other guys, either. I know how much you like having a variety of dicks cum inside you."

After a few minutes of missionary sex, he had me get on all fours with the camera pointed right at my face. He soon filled the room with the sounds of his hips slapping against my ass. "I know I promised Shawn that I wouldn't tell your parents, but I promise you that one day you will give me permission to. No, you'll beg me to. When you're pregnant with your fourth kid in as many years, you'll want your parents to meet the father of their grandkids. Some of them might end up being fathered by some strangers due to me whoring you out for money, but I'll accept them as my own. Especially if it ensures I get to keep... doing... this!"

At the end of his pathetic taunt, he unloaded his dick into me. Sending millions of his sperm to try and reach my egg. I would never accept that he would be the one to get me pregnant. But who would I? None of the guys thus far had been anyone close to someone I would want to birth the child of. But I think that was the point. I tried to not let the situation he was teasing get to me, but in truth, it was. Who was to say that my life wasn't careening toward a state of constantly getting impregnated by men that I had no say in. It was happening right now, after all.

I got dressed and left, having not uttered a single word the entire time. Nobody in attendance cared, though. I was needed to do one thing, which I accomplished. I had accepted yet another man cumming inside my unprotected womb.

My agreement had me accepting a lover every day. Thus, the next day, I was back at Shawn's house and ready to meet the fifth man to treat me as their personal babymaker. My choice to stay silent yesterday proved prophetic, as my lover for today was Silent Joe. Joe was a mute homeless man who helped me hide from the police after I was caught selling my body on the street. This kindness was not free, I learned, as I fucked him extensively afterward. Additionally, he whored me out to his other homeless friends twice.

Despite this history and the fact that he lived on the street, he was probably the least offensive pick Shawn had made thus far. I had no desire to carry his baby, but I couldn't say I hated the man.

"Hello, Joe," I said, wanting to at least show the tiniest bit of politeness to him. He smiled and waved. "Did they tell you why you are here? That being to try and get me pregnant," I asked. At a minimum, I wanted to make sure he wasn't also being taken advantage of. He nodded enthusiastically. "Fantastic," I said sarcastically.

We both got undressed without much fanfare or intimacy. However, this changed once he was on top of me in the bed. Silent Joe didn't elect to start pumping my pussy with his cock right off of the bat. He kissed my neck lightly and caressed the sides of my torso gently. As I let out a small moan from the lovely feelings this was giving me, I remembered my earlier sexual interactions with this man. He had gotten me to orgasm in his homeless encampment. As embarrassing as it was being filmed getting impregnated by a homeless man, getting filmed cumming and then impregnated by a homeless man was far worse. Despite everything, I was still holding onto some amount of pride.

His fingers worked their way to my crotch, and he was soon fingering me. God damn, why was this guy so versed in pleasing a woman. Already my toes were curling, and I hadn't even felt his dick in me. "Should we get on with things," I asked, inviting this man to fuck me.

Hearing this stirred a reaction from the audience of high-school seniors watching us. "Someone is anxious for that homeless cock," Don teased.

"He's like older than your dad, and you are that excited to get his dick in you," Richie added. I endured and ignored these comments, but the worst of it was my invitation didn't work. Joe continued to hold off on penetrating me.

I continued to feel his skillful finger wiggle inside me and rub all the right places. "Fuck!" I yelled out as he prompted a wave of pleasure to come crashing through my body. I began to panic as I was in danger of cumming even before we started having actual sex. Do I attempt again to convince him to start fucking me? My ass spasmed as his fingers penetrated further into me and found yet even more pleasurable spots. I had to risk the shame.

"Joe. It's time. I need you inside me and now." Shawn and the others laughed. Joe responded by lifting up his head from my neck, and I thought I might have convinced him. But his fingers continued to work their magic, and his bearded face met mine as he kissed me passionately. Moments later, his tongue pushed into my mouth, and I was moaning constantly as I was getting overwhelmed by the multiple sensations he was evoking in me.

I felt my pussy wrapping itself tighter around his finger, but he didn't let up. Despite me having no feelings or initial attraction to this homeless man, the kissing was so intimate and hot. I kissed him back with more vigor than I had ever before with any real boyfriend I had. My college-aged pussy was drenched by the actions of this fifty-year-old man's fingers. Despite being filmed and watched, I gave in to my lust finally. Once I accepted everything and embraced the feelings, my body immediately broke out into a full-body orgasm. I released myself from his lips and cried out, "Finger fuck me, Joe! Take me in whatever way you want! I'm your slut!" My world went white, and my skin felt so tingly. I was half aware of him moving my body, and his dick replaced his fingers inside me.

The familiar feeling of a dick stretching out my pussy brought me back to full awareness. A homeless man had made me cum for the second time in my life, and he was now attempting to knock me up. That is a sentence no one should ever think of, let alone an attractive college girl like myself. But that was my reality.

Joe once again reminded me of his sexual abilities. He wasn't treating me like a sex toy. He was treating me like a woman. His thrusts were slow at first and increased in intensity as my own lust climbed. My hips humped in unison with his, and my mouth was fully agape as I yearned for this man to take me over the edge. My mind flipped back and forth between seeking out as much pleasure as possible to remembering I'm fucking a homeless man for the purposes of impregnation. But soon, the shame of the situation was totally forgotten by me, and I was groaning like a porn actress. Considering I was being filmed, maybe that was the actual truth.

I wrapped my legs around him and encouraged him to grope my tits extensively. The thought of him filling me with cum was no longer a fear but something I yearned for. My whole body shuddered with sexual satisfaction with every pump of his cock inside me. In an instant, the shuddering overwhelmed me, and my back arched as my muscles tensed up from the pleasure flowing through me. "I want your cum! I want your child! I want to be your slut forever!" My words provoked him to do just that, and I felt the sensation of his seed spread inside me, which only seemed to extend my own orgasm.

Finally, my body collapsed, and I lay on the bed with Joe still on top of me. We continued to kiss for longer than I like to admit before I came to my senses. I lightly pushed him away and got dressed. All the while, Shawn and the boys made endless comments about my sexual preferences and how much of a deviant I had become. I had no words to offer in retort and left, believing what they were telling me was the truth. Even more shameful was the fact that I couldn't help but masturbate that night, thinking about what I was so freely doing with my body these days. Joe's cum was still inside me as I came thinking about giving birth to his child.

But despite all of the shame I felt, I endured and showed up, yet again, ready to meet and fuck yet another man who wanted to father my child. I kept trying to get myself to be less taken aback by the reveal of these men, but Shawn managed to find another one that I was not prepared to see.

"Hello Cindy," Mike greeted me shyly. Mike was my ex-boyfriend. Technically, I cheated on him when Shawn and the gang pulled me into their sexual deviancy. At first, I tried to keep up my relationship with him even as multiple 18-year-olds were using my pussy for their sexual satisfaction. Eventually, though, I felt too guilty and broke up with him. I had hoped to spare him from finding out his girlfriend was acting like such a slut, but Shawn had now made that hope impossible.

"How much did they tell you," I asked him.

"Not much. They just showed me a small tape of you, that's all," he said coldly. That small tape was a confessional video of me admitting to all of the sexual acts I had been engaging in. While the guys had me lie about my motivations for doing these things, the actual sex I described participating in was accurate.

"Jesus Cindy, who didn't you fuck? My mom left my dad after finding out he participated in that fifty-person orgy you hosted. You fucked my dad, Cindy," he revealed to me. While it was mostly 18-year-olds from the high school at that event, there were older men as well. I didn't know who they were, but apparently, one of them was the father of my ex.

"I didn't do any of this to hurt you or anyone. Things got... complicated," I tried to explain.

"I'll make sure to tell all of the people whose lives you destroyed that things were complicated. That will make them all feel better," he said mockingly.

I was getting tired of this. "Is that why you agreed to this? Is impregnating me revenge? Justice? Or are you a hypocrite and just doing this for fun?"

He didn't answer me but rather just commanded me to "Strip naked and get on the bed." That told me everything I needed to know.

As I laid on the bed naked while I watched Mike finish undressing, I tried to remember a time when I did this willingly with him. Back when he was my first lover, and we had sex out of love. Not because he made a deal to impregnate me for a number of complex reasons. Whether Mike remembered these times either was a mystery and he plunged his cock into my womanhood.

"You made me use a condom every time we fucked, yet you let these high-school losers pour cum into you. How fucked up is that," he asked.

"It's pretty fucked up. Almost as fucked up as a guy in his twenties getting convinced by those high-school losers to show up to their house and attempt to impregnate a woman," I rebuked. He was going at me fast and hard. Unlike my previous homeless lover, Mike was hyper-focused on getting his sperm into me as fast as possible.

"You can try and shame me as much as you want, Cindy, but we both know what you've done. How many cocks you've had an orgasm on, and how many times you let yourself get impregnated. I'm no saint, but you have reached a level of slut no woman has ever imagined was possible," he said as I felt the friction of his dick warm up my pussy. I got quiet after hearing that. Insulting each other while we fucked and possibly creating a baby together was such an odd thing to be engaging in.

But as I lay there in silence, my eyes met his gaze. He didn't look away but simply returned my stare as he approached his limit. A limit that, once crossed, would add his name to the list of men whose sperm had made an attempt on my eggs. But watching his face, I remembered what it was like to do this with him while feeling love and not whatever it was I felt now. His own face faded from one of disdain to longing as I think he, too, remembered what we lost. But just as I felt us silently reconnecting, his face contorted, and he grunted as cum flowed out of his cock. My latest creampie gave me a dose of reality, and I knew Mike and I could never be.

As Mike got dressed, he refrained from any additional comments, even as Shawn and his friends tried to encourage him to further slut shame me. But he didn't and went on his way. I followed and headed home myself.

It was so weird, but this event had given us closure that we hadn't appreciated we needed. My situation was still fucked, but at least Mike didn't totally hate me. And at this point, small victories like that are all I could hope for.