Chapter Twenty Three #2
I open my mouth and happily take him down. He works in sync with the others to thrust into my body. They quickly find an unrelenting pace, and it pulls me into a string of orgasms as they use my body.
When one finishes, another takes their spot. Billy, Ben, and Del keep me in my orgasmic state as they fuck me hard and fast. My body is relaxed as they use me. To have my men fuck me relentlessly is the definition of bliss.
Todd pulls me into his lap, and I whimper when I sink down on his cock. He reaches so much deeper this way. The combination of his massive girth and length is overwhelming. Jake quickly finds his place in my ass with one thrust, making me scream out and tense my body.
“Fuck, you two might actually kill me,” I groan as they slowly start to move.
“You sound so pretty when you scream for us, Sadie,” Todd says with a hint of a warning in his voice, telling me he and Jake are about to destroy me.
Without warning or a lead-in, they both draw out and slam into me simultaneously.
“Oh fuck!” I scream. My voice breaks when they instantly find a punishing speed as they continue to repeatedly surge into me.
Their thrusts are hard, and they push as deep as my body allows.
I tighten around them as I am quickly dragged into a release.
Jake pulls me up so he can wrap his hand around my throat as they fuck me.
His grip is just tight enough on the sides of my neck that stars flood my vision and fire courses through my veins.
Todd and Jake are both pinching and pulling at my nipples.
Todd starts to rub my clit, and all I can do is scream through my orgasms. My body is shaking violently, and I never want this to end.
I never want any of them to stop using my body for all of our pleasure.
These eight men have fucking superpowers because they can force worries from my mind with seemingly little effort.
When they fall, I fall once more. A familiar haze blankets my mind, and I slip into a blissful dissociation as they moan through their climaxes.
One Week Later
It took us a bit to get me in to see an obstetrician who would allow all of the guys to be present for the scan.
This doctor, Dr. Richard Hamilton, went ahead and sent me for bloodwork before I was scheduled to come in for a scan.
The guys came for their DNA as well, but it will take a while to get those results. Today, we will find out the gender.
Dr. Hamilton believes I am around twenty weeks pregnant, but it’s hard to know for sure.
I know that it was irresponsible to not receive any sort of prenatal care, but I was praised for the fact that I still took steps to get on prenatal vitamins and come off of my birth control so that I didn’t cause any issues with the baby.
I am pacing the waiting room, nervous as hell.
I’m afraid that something is wrong with the baby, and I would have known sooner if I hadn’t been so stubborn and had just accepted my pregnancy.
Dr. Hamilton let us come in outside of normal hours so we can all be here.
It won’t always be like this, but the big appointments need an area to accommodate everyone.
I’ve already decided that I want to give birth at home, so long as the baby and I are healthy. I cannot bear the thought of all of the guys not being able to be with me. There is no guarantee that the hospital will be cooperative and let all of the guys in.
“Ms. Graves,” Dr. Hamilton says with a smile as he opens the door to the back part of the office. Dr. Hamilton is around our age, so he is far more accepting of our dynamic.
“Please, call me Sadie,” I say sweetly.
“Okay, Sadie. You ready to see this baby?” he asks as he waves us back. Everyone files past the doorway, and Dr. Hamilton leads us to a room.
“Uhm. I’m afraid that I fucked the kid up by choosing to be oblivious,” I say.
“Some people do not realize that they are pregnant until they are giving birth to a full-term baby. Simply put, shit happens. We move forward and handle what we need to handle,” he says as we walk into a larger room.
There is a screen on one wall and a complete setup for an ultrasound on the other, facing the screen.
“I’m sorry there are so many of us,” I laugh.
“That’s alright,” he says with a smile. “As long as you and this baby are not in harm’s way, I am accepting of most dynamics.”
“If you are accepting of eight men and one woman, I’d hate to see the dynamic of what you won’t accept,” Mason laughs.
“The way I see it is simple,” the doctor says as he points for me to sit. “She has absolutely no reason to not be able to relax. She has eight people helping her with this baby, so she has eight reasons why she should be resting and healing when the baby comes.”
“Oh, she will be relaxing,” Todd says matter-of-factly.
“Yeah, you have nothing to worry about there,” Lance adds.
“I’ll probably get tied up somewhere if I even think about doing something other than relaxing,” I laugh.
“Good,” he says. “Do you guys want to know the sex of the baby?”
“Yes,” I say quickly, and he chuckles.
“Alright. I don’t usually do scans, so be patient with me. I’m just going to do some measurements and see how they’re doing. I’ll tell you the sex when I get there.”
“Okay,” I smile.
“Lay back for me,” he says as he moves his chair to the computer beside me. I lie back and pull my shirt up so he can tuck a towel in the waistband of my leggings. He squeezes out warm jelly on my abdomen before spreading it around with the wand. “Take a deep breath, Sadie.”
“Sorry,” I say when I realize I’m nearly hyperventilating. The guys are surrounding me to my left so they can be close but not get in the way. Lance is holding my hand, and I am squeezing him to keep myself calm.
“Here is the heartbeat,” he says before a beautiful thumping sound plays through the room. Tears burn my eyes, and I smile brightly as I hear how strong it is.
He moves around on my belly and takes various measurements as we watch. We are all looking at the screen in front of me, and nearly all of the guys have tears in their eyes as we look at our child. Billy wipes my fallen tears and kisses my forehead when the baby’s face comes into view.
“They’re so cute,” Ben says. “I didn’t realize how adorable they can be like this.”
“They’re still tiny, but technically viable,” Dr. Hamilton says. “You are measuring right at twenty-two weeks.”
I do the mental math, counting back to the date of conception. Everyone snaps their head to me when I suddenly burst into tears. “I’m sorry,” I cry, trying to calm myself down.
“What is it?” Dr. Hamilton asks.
“The date of conception. It would be twenty weeks ago, right? It would be to the first day of my last period, so it’s two weeks difference?” I ask.
“Yeah, the date of conception would be…” he says as he clicks around. “Roughly July fifteenth.”
“It’s not Leo’s,” I say tearfully, looking at the guys. “It’s not his. That’s when Stacy was still alive.”
Todd cups my cheek and leans down to kiss me. “It’s not his,” he says softly, reminding me. I nod and wipe my face.
“I assume Leo is none of you?” Dr. Hamilton asks. “Maybe I shouldn’t ask that, but I’m morbidly curious.”
“It’s not,” I laugh at his bluntness as he continues the scan. “Leo is someone we all used to be friends with. He is cousins with a man who sexually assaulted me when I was eleven. Leo kidnapped and raped me before murdering our best friend Stacy about eighteen weeks ago.”
“It’s not his,” Dr Hamilton stops and smiles at me. “Genetics will confirm, but I’m confident on the date within a week.”
“But they’re healthy?” I ask.
“Yes. They’re healthy and wiggling around perfectly,” he says. “Was a little difficult to get the measurements because they were wiggling at all the wrong times. Just happy and active.”
“And the sex?” I ask.
“You are having a girl,” he says with a smile.