Pregnant With The Douchebag Jock Novels & Stories

Load after load flooded me until my belly looked bloated from the sheer volume of cum. Maddox stepped back and nodded to the biggest man there — a monster with a forearm-thick cock. “Double anal. Stretch my pregnant slut’s shithole.” I screamed as two enormous cocks forced their way into my ass at once. The burn was white-hot. Tears poured down my face while my pussy clenched and squirted around the two cocks still destroying it. “Fuuuuck yes — look at that gape!” someone shouted. They pulled out and one man shoved his entire fist into my wrecked asshole. Then another fist into my cum-filled pussy. Double fisting while pregnant. I convulsed in nonstop orgasms, squirting violently around his

Mom got used beside me, bent over on all fours while guys took turns in her holes. Victor turned the vibes even higher. I came violently, squirting around a stranger’s cock, the sharp sweet smell of my juices hitting the sea breeze. My pregnant belly jiggled hard with every thrust. “It’s my Daddy’s baby!” I gasped when they let me breathe. “He bred his own stepdaughter… I’m his pregnant family cumdump… use me please… fuck this knocked-up whore on the beach!”

Jack yells at me once more. And I swallow hard because this is going utterly bad for me. Maybe I should never have told him I was pregnant. But then he could have quickly had his way with me. I feel sick from having all of these thoughts that I feel like gagging for the umpteenth time. Even my body is trembling as if I caught a cold. "You're one skinny little bitch!" Jack insults. "I never saw it coming, I swear." I try to defend myself when there's absolutely no use because it's Jack and he accepts things the way they fit his mood.

"I want to go to the bathroom." The people who accompanied her were men. They were embarrassed. "Can't you wait?" Jacqueline shook her head in pain. "I'm pregnant. I can't help it..." One of them went to check the bathroom first. "Let her in! There is only one door, no back door." The other one let go of her and shouted fiercely, "Hurry up! You're wasting your child's time. If there's anything wrong with it, you won't have a good end!"

She said coquettishly, "Jack, you're the best! But are you sure Whitney won't be mad that you took this from her? The baby hasn't even come to full-term yet." Jack was stunned, but he hid it well. He replied, "She won't. What right does she have to be mad? She played dirty to get pregnant. It's only right that she helps me with this. Besides, there are so many premature babies in the hospital, and all of them are still doing well. Why is her baby so precious?" However, Jack had forgotten that I was not in the hospital. I was only seven months pregnant. How could the baby withstand the violence of a grown-up man?

I thought we were an item. Johnson ➡😂😂 item? You and I? Bitch pls, you're dreaming 💭 that can never happen. BigBam ➡ You think its funny? Keep on laughing, youll soon take responsibility of what you've done? Johnson ➡ Bitch what are you talking about? BigBam ➡ I'm pregnant and its urs! So you better come and claim it. Johnson ➡ Jesus!!! How? When? Impossible! BigBam ➡ Ohh, impossible abi? Come take responsibility oo

Ciara's POV Everything was miserable. I couldn’t breathe. My chest was tight, my palms sweaty, and every step I took felt like I was walking through a nightmare. I just got the call. Rhys had found out. The pregnancy lies, the fake documents, the doctor’s forged report, all of it. Exposed and this is not perfect, something needs to be done as soon as possible…

At every step he took, I felt my heart racing, knowing how deadly and dangerous Jack had become over the few months, realising that I was going to give birth to a deformed baby. I pray every little second I get , never to be a punching bag for Jack and although he yells at me, he never gets to lay his hands on me. But that doesn't mean he wouldn't be able to do that though. Who knows what he was thinking about as he approached me. "Last I checked Abby, you don't have a baby in your womb" he revealed, making me feel less of myself. " You have a thing, a nonliving thing in your belly, that wouldn't even look like a human being. Don't give yourself high hopes Abby!!" He Clearfield, with a smirk

"I'm not a jerk" "You're and don't argue with me. I have three brains and you have one" she said leaving no room for argument. I opened my mouth to say something in my defence but not a word came out of my mouth. she left me speechless to say anything. Now, I realise why people say it's hard to handle their women during pregnancy because they have extra brains which work faster in shutting any dumb male's mouth.

she said with a smile. “I have to be the luckiest man on earth.” Mark, without the ability to give birth anymore, has been locked in a cell for the rest of his life. The dog was in memory of Jack, Jack always wanted an Apso. Danielle and I, now living our best lives, have nothing to fear anymore. We have conquered a lot of things, even death. THE END.