Month 1

Chris was exhausted. Between the constant sex of two severely hormonal women, work and trying to sleep, being tired had just kind of become part of his personality. Bailey was in such need everyday, she would simply walk to him without a word, pull his cock out and begin blowing him.

Melinda had some kind of switch flipped ever since the changing room that she was constantly horny anywhere they went. So far they'd done it in all of their vehicles, 3 changing rooms, behind a tree on a hiking trail and on top of a park bench. His back was still sore from the last one.

At first, the amount of attention needed was amazing. His ego had never been stroked so much from it all. Although after the constant need, his stamina bar was quickly depleted. But in his mind, he kept chiding himself. "Oh no, the man with two sexy nymphomaniac women are constantly needing to suck him off before jumping onto his dick, how horrible. How do you stand such torment?!"

After inhaling some coffee and giving Bailey her morning dose of cum, he made his way to work. At this point, everyone in the office had seen the video and he was use to them staring at him. He honestly didn't care of the jealous men or the judgemental women, because in the end, they were happy.

Their family, on the other hand, had other concerns. They sat their parents down one night all together, and after talking them through how they got together, they didn't fully approve, but they respected it. Then came the death threats from the father's and brothers about breaking their hearts, but he took that with a grain of salt.

He loved them, and they loved him back. Which is why the ladies didn't tell him of the much more detailed death threats they received from his mother, should they ever break his heart. "That woman was... thorough when she described what she'd do with our bodies," Bailey muttered, still a little shaken by the conversation. "You think she really meant the part with the-"

"Nuh uh, those nightmares just stopped," Melinda said quickly, holding up her hand. "You bring up the part about the tire iron again, I'm going to lock you in a shipping container and send you somewhere, I swear to you."

They had the day off and were just sitting around the house. These days, it seemed like the only energy they really ever had was for Chris. They still cleaned and did chores, but their energy levels were shot at this point. They were also constantly reading about pregnancy symptoms and what to be aware of.

The morning sickness hit Melinda the hardest, the first 2 weeks having her bent over the toilet. And yet, she never complained or blamed the father. She knew that this was something he did for them, not to them.

Bailey, on the other hand, was going through ice like crazy. Their ice dispenser was constantly restocking to try to keep up, until Chris finally just bought a homemade Icee machine. So far, she'd destroyed 4 bottles of syrup in doing so of cherry red flavoring for it.

Getting home, Chris brought the grocery bag in to find his women already undressed and smiling wide. He knew this was going to happen, so on the car ride back he drank a red bull, ate a small energy bar and began his duties.

Sitting in his comfy chair that he'd brought from his home, the women took their favorite spots and began to hungrily kiss him. His hands traveled their bodies, kneading their breasts, caressing their thighs before finding their sex. Bailey ground against his fingers, taking her nails across his chest as he pushed within her.

She had been wanting rougher treatment lately, so when he slipped two fingers within, she closed her eyes in pleasure as he began to fuck her quickly. Melinda on the other hand, nearly purred as his digits worked her clit in slow, teasing circles.

The act of basically patting his head and rubbing his stomach took him a moment to master, but he learned soon how to do both. Bailey gripped his wrist, not to stop him, but more to leverage herself. Her legs spread wide as she moaned loudly against him, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Melinda groaned into his lips, her hands in his hair as her hips bucked against his fingers. Chris knew that they were close, Bailey's thighs were shaking as her grip grew tighter. Melinda was biting his shoulder and moaning into his skin.

He held on to Bailey as her entire body tensed and her hips left the couch, stiffening and shaking before calming down. Wave after wave of pleasure ran through her as Melinda hit a climax of her own.

Instead of muffling herself like she usually did, she curled against his chest and spasmed uncontrollably. Her words were mumbled and all Chris could do was hold her. As the women slowly calmed, they lay there on top of him, gasping deeply before starting their night of fun.

Month 3

"Touch my tits again and I will bite your fucking fingers off," growled Bailey as Melinda smirked mischeviously. Their bodies had just started changing, and despite their cups growing in size, Chris was able to look, but not touch.

Melinda, on the other hand, had no issue reaching over and fondling her wife when she had the chance. In response, as Bailey rode Chris, she had started wearing a bra to bed to keep them from being disturbed. Melinda, on the other hand, revelled in the sensitivity, forcing her tits into their mouths any chance she had.

"Fuuuuck that's good," moaned Melinda as he ran his tongue across her nipple and biting it softly. The piercings, sadly, were now gone as her breasts grew in size, but he didn't mind. Knowing Melinda, she'd get them redone as soon as she could.

"Your dick is so. Fucking. Good," Screamed Bailey, lifting herself and slamming down on to his cock over and over again. He quickly began to thrust upwards to meet her halfway and her expression changed dramatically. The silent scream never changed as she held on to Melinda for support, his cock ramming into her from below.

Her climax finally hit her as she leaned back and slipped off of his dick, shaking uncontrollably next to them. Her orgasms had been a lot more incredible since pregnancy hit her, the spasming lasting more than 2 or 3 minutes. Finally slowing down, she simply turned over as she watched them both.

Melinda pulled her breast out of his mouth, but her eyes seemed to stay down cast as her mind seemed to be elsewhere. "What's wrong?" Asked Chris, his brows furrowing lightly as she looked back in surprise.

"Nothing," she squeaked, looking away again before starting to straddle him.

"She wants you to fuck her ass," said Bailey bluntly in a slow, tired sigh. "She's been craving it for the past week now."

Melinda froze in place as she scowled at Bailey harshly. "For fuck sake Baby, I didn't want...you shouldn't have said it like that!" Melinda had gotten more bashful as her pregnancy continued, often times going hours without saying anything unless asked, while Bailey was growing bolder.

Chris laughed softly before pulling Melinda up to sit on his hips, his cock nestled between her ass cheeks. He could feel the wetness and heat coming from her sex, and she began to slowly grind on his body, though minutely. Taking her chin, he turned her head to look into his eyes before asking, "is that true?"

Her cheeks reddened brightly as she stared into his eyes before looking away and simply nodding instead. "Told you," Bailey smiled victoriously as she sat up and gripped her pillow tightly to her middle like she was about to watch her favorite show.

He leaned in and kissed his lover deeply, slipping his tongue within her mouth and embracing her passionately. Melinda melted under the touch before pulling away slowly, her breathing deep and shaking. "Please," she whispered quietly, "Please fuck my ass."

Chris smiled before pulling her onto all fours and raising her ass high into the air. Reaching over and gripping Bailey roughly by the hair, he pulled her into a deep, dominating kiss, keeping her firmly in place and leaving her breathless and needy.

He didn't say anything as he pulled her down and slid himself into her mouth. She didn't fight it either as she happily began to swirl her tongue around his shaft before quickly deep throating him.

He used her for about a minute before pulling her off by the hair and pushing her into her wife's ass. Melinda groaned in a satisfied way, putting her face down into the pillow as Chris applied lube to his cock. Bailey was working dutifully, drenching her wife's ass and sliding her tongue within her, stretching her slightly to prepare her.

Chris grabbed Bailey by the hair again and pulled her away, "get under her and give her attention," he growled, gripping Melinda's cheeks and spreading them before placing himself to her entrance. She happily moved and began to slide under her wife before the sounds of sucking and loud moaning came from both women.

Slowly, he pushed himself within, stretching her tight ass easily with the slickness of both spit and lube, making Melinda's groans slowly turn into soft screams. The sensitivity began to overload her as she shook from both of her lovers and before she could hold herself back, she shuddered harshly into the pillow.

He stopped for a moment, letting his lover calm down before beginning to fuck her, slowly and deeply. Bailey was now manhandling her wife and biting her nipples, sending the most intense of shockwaves through her body.

Soon his thrusting began to get rougher, turning from his hips patting against her to his hips slamming into her. She was focusing on the pleasure of her partners before she felt Chris's hand swatting her ass and shocking her. "Fuck, do it again, spank me again," she yelled as she began to slam herself back against him.

His hand connected again and again between thrusts, adding to the chorus of his lover. She then tensed in surprise as Bailey moved her hand down Melinda's body and slid two fingers deep into her wife's pussy. From there, it was over for them.

"FUCK, FUCK FUCK I'M CUMMING!!" She screamed, tensing so tightly that Chris hit his climax faster than he expected. Hunching over his lovers ass, he released his load deep into her. Shot after shot filled Melinda, keeping her orgasm continuous as Bailey continued to suck and finger her deeply.

It wasn't until Melinda reached down and stopped her wife before he pulled himself free of her. Laying on the bed, they both gasped for breath while Bailey sat there with a wide grin. "You do realize I'm next right?" She asked, pulling out a wipe and cleaning his still sensitive cock.

5 Months

Both women sat on the couch, surrounded by other women. Their bellies were extended out in maternal pants and they were honestly tired of these people constantly feeling up on them.

"Melinda is having a girl, Bailey is having a boy." Remarked Bailey's mother with a large smile. "We've been so excited for grandchildren for years!"

The women had painted on smiles as they nodded, but honestly, they were just ready for bed. These kids had zapped their energy almost completely to the point they weren't even horny anymore. Mostly anyway.

Bailey was unable to blow Chris anymore the way she wanted to in fear of crushing the baby when kneeling at his feet. Melinda had grown out of her bashful phase and was back to her normal blunt ways.

Chris walked out of the kitchen with a large pan of food, filled with fruit, cheese and snacks, before placing them in front of the ladies. Walking back in, he brought out Melinda's plate of cheesy bacon fries and Bailey's steamed broccoli and melted cheese.

Kissing them both, they practically pushed him away before wolfing down their meals. The women laughed loudly before he waved them off and made his way to the den. Male friends and fathers sat laughing and drinking before tossing him a beer.

"So, what's it like with-" started one man, clearly new to the group.

"Stop," started his father, pointing a finger at him sternly, "we don't ask things like that anymore. He's told everyone he's tired of them thinking he's just using them for sex, so don't treat him like he is."

The new guy nodded his head lightly before sinking back into his seat, a little dejected. "Thanks dad," Chris whispered, drinking his beer and looking around. "Over halfway there and I still have no idea what I'm doing"

The father's in the group all roared with laughter before his dad smacked him on the back, "get real use to that feeling son. It's not going away anytime soon."

Chris rolled his eyes before looking at his phone to a text message from Bailey. "Bathroom. Now."

"Hey guys, I'll be back in a bit. Just need to use the head." He says, drinking from his beer once more before standing and walking. Knocking on the door of the bathroom, he found it empty. Making his way to the bedroom, he opened the door to find Bailey in the half bath.

"Sorry, I just...I needed space from everything," she muttered, drinking the water from the sink faucet.

"Yeah, same here I guess," he says, closing the bedroom door and walking up behind her, rubbing her shoulders to her relief. She angled her head down and allowed him to work her knots out before looking into their reflection.

"All the touching from strangers and talking about how excited everyone is...it was nice at first but now I feel like..." started Bailey, the sound of guilt seeming to pour from her lips.

"Like you're under a microscope and you just want to tell everyone to fuck off?" Chris finished, kissing her shoulder softly and watching her smile in the mirror.

"Yeah." She admitted, leaning back against him and staring at her body. "Am I still sexy?" She asked, a grimace spreading across her face as she looked at her form.

"Absolutely not. You're hideous and disgusting and I'm thinking about taking your wife and just running." Chris started, rolling his eyes with a grin, but never letting her go as she whipped around and punched him in the shoulder.

"Fuck you too asshole," she laughed, the smile genuine and happy, if not a bit annoyed.

Laughing hard, he held her closer and kissed her lips softly. "You are just as beautiful as the day you two asked me to breed you. If not more. Don't you ever forget that."

Bailey stood there, nodding softly before looking into his eyes. "Prove it," she whispered, a mischevious glint in her eyes.

Cocking an eyebrow, Chris stared into her before saying, "we have an entire party down-"

"Then do it quickly then so no one knows we're gone." Before he could argue further, she lifted the dress over her head and pulled he panties to the side as she turned to the counter.

Chris sighed before shaking his head, but the way she seemed so determined for this, he knew it'd be bad if he turned her down. Not that he would of course.

Unzipping his pants, he placed his cock to her entrance and rubbed the head against her clit. Gasping, Bailey bent her neck and held in a soft groan. "Fuck yes babe, fuck me rough and quick."

Chris gripped her hips, which were much softer after the past few months, and began to thrust up into her. Her breasts bounced in her bra as her face turned into a mix of relief and lust. "Look at her," he whispered into her ear from behind, "the beautiful fucking woman. The way her slutty smile widens on her face as she gets fucked from behind."

Her eyes looked up into the mirror, her eyes finding their reflection and she couldn't help but blush further. Her cheeks reddened and her pussy gripped him tighter as she bounced back into him. "I will always find my cum addicted slut beautiful. I will always enjoy bending you over and taking you from behind."

Her eyes fluttered as she felt her climax rushing towards her, his dirty praises hitting her mind in the best ways as he moved faster within her. "Who's my good girl?" He asks, reaching around to her throat and gripping her firmly. Cutting off her breathing a little, he was able to keep her in subspace.

"I'm your good girl," she gasped, her grin turning mischevious as she revelled in their sex. "I'm your slutty cum whore. Fill me with everything you have. I want to feel your seed inside of me for the rest of the fucking day. Shoot your fucking load into my needy pussy!"

Their orgasm seemed to sync together as she tensed against him, leaning on his front as he held her from the back. She gasped for breath as she was allowed to breath again, savoring every drop he shot deep into her over and over.

"So you leave me down there with a ton of people to have a fucking quickie in the bath room," came Melinda's annoyed voice from behind, scaring them both half to death, "and you didn't invite me? Get your ass back down there and entertain them Bailey. Our man needs to give me my turn."

7 months

At this point, Chris was nothing but the cuddle pillow and errand boy. Running from convenience stores to baby stores everyday for everything the women wanted. He had perfected the art of cooking at this point, making them everything they wanted, which was usually always fat and greasy.

He worked on making the house a home, whether it was building cribs (which never came with a manual that made fucking sense) painting the room blue and pink (which took the women 2 weeks to decide on after a lot of unneeded screaming) and getting rid of a handful of personal items (he nearly cried when he sold off his personally forged broadsword).

But inevitably, he often found himself relaxing with them both, cuddling into him from either side. Feeling the kicks of the babies and reassuring them both that he loved them. He woke up one night to both of them staring at him in the darkness, smiling as they stroked his cheek.

"What's wrong?" He asked groggily, checking the time to find it was barely 3AM.

"Nothing, just...adoring you I guess?" Said Bailey, smiling lazily as she looked into his eyes.

"You've been there for us every step of the way, despite the fact that we agreed to only be together until Bailey got pregnant." Came Melinda from beside him, a smirk on her lips. "You really stepped up and kind of clung on to us."

"Clung on to you?" He asked, rubbing his eyes and laughing as he flipped onto his back and pulled them into a hug. "Last time I checked, you both were the ones who asked me to make this official."

After a soft smack to his side, Melinda cuddled into him, Bailey finding her place on the other. "We really do love you," Melinda whispered, kissing his lips intimately, before Bailey joined in. "We both do."

"Careful ladies," he whispered as they both climbed closer onto his chest. "Keep this up and I might have to fuck you both again. And I have work in 4 hours, so-"

"You talk too fucking much," breathed Bailey, reaching down and gripping his cock under the covers, "just because you have work has never stopped us from sex before."

"Exactly," chimed Melinda with a bright smile, joining her wife, "Now, are you going to fuck us, or are we going to have to entertain each other?"

Chris stopped for a moment, his expression turning into one of indecision as he pictured Melinda's round belly bumping into Bailey from behind with a strap on. "You better get up and take this seriously," chided Bailey, pulling Chris up.

Sitting up, he prepared the pillows on the bed to provide baby bumps for them both. Bending them both over in place, he stepped back to enjoy his work. Two beautiful asses, high in the air, waiting to be fucked.

"How the fuck did my life get to this moment?" He asked himself before placing his lips against Bailey's pussy. She instantly began to grind against his lips, her clit growing more sensitive throughout the months. "Fuck yes, fuck yes, just like that!"

His hand traveled to Melinda's body, rubbing her pussy lips before sliding two fingers deep within. He enjoyed the chorus of their moans, their high pitched squeals mixing and echoing throughout the room. Within moments, he felt Bailey tense, before shuddering lightly, her first orgasm achieved.

Pulling himself free, he moved to Melinda and finished the job, fucking her quickly while torturing her clit. She shook and spasmed as her climax hit her, which was much quieter than her spouses.

Pulling up, he watched both women laying there, their breathing labored and deep. "Do it," gasped Bailey, wiggling her ass at him in temptation with a large smile on her face.

Gripping her hips, he slid into her pussy from behind, placing one leg up to leverage himself before beginning his thrusts. He made sure to keep her in place, doing all the work to make sure she didn't add pressure to her bump. But he could feel her fighting him, trying to slam back against him in need.

Melinda had her fingers moving in and out of her sex, watching them enjoying each other and moaning loudly at the sight. "Fucking use her," she whispered, her voice dampened by low groans.

He began to move rougher within her, the sounds of their fucking bouncing off the walls of the bedroom, and within minutes, her orgasm shot through her like a crack of lightning. She slowly brought herself back down, shaking in bliss as Chris pulled himself free and moved over to a very eager Melinda.

She was soaked at this point, her hand doing most of the work and allowing him to slam into her with the first thrust. "Oh my God," she moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she gripped the sheets. "Fuck yeah, just like that. Fucking spank me, please," she begged, her subspace hitting her hard and fast as she felt her mind fog up.

Chris brought his hand back and slapped her cheek firmly at first, then constantly to leave a large red print. "Fuck. Yes. Fuck. Yes. FUCK! YES!" She screamed with each smack. He felt his climax coming to a peak, but he was determined not to let it end until she finished.

When her body tensed and her form shuddered, he savored the feel of her pussy milking his cock. Bailey had already seen what he was feeling, causing it many times before herself, and was already in front of him. "In my mouth Baby," she begged, opening her mouth invitingly and sticking out her tongue.

He quickly pulled himself free and pushed himself into her throat, thrusting his hips frantically before quickly firing his load. She sucked out the remnants from his dick, pooling his jizz on her tongue before gripping Melinda by the hair and forcing her kiss.

They locked lips and Chris watched with awe as they savored his seed. "Good girls," he whispered, laying down and letting them cuddle back up to him.

Epilogue

Chris held both of his children in his arms, a proud look on his face as the women he loved took more pictures than they honestly needed. They managed to go into labor a week apart and they knew it was no coincidence.

Chris stared into the face of both of these little creatures and took in their potential. They were the culmination of love, and he just couldn't help but feel the warmth of what they had brought him.

"I love you," he said to the little ones, before looking up at his women. "I love you all."

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