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"You sure about this, Kate?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm sure. I found out Sam's been cheating on me almost since we first started going out. I won't miss him, at all. And I've still got the key to his place." Kate digs into her pockets, pulling out the key. "It's only a few blocks away. Come on."
The two of you hurry out the door, walking quickly along the streets. Your stomach rumbles as you near Sam's dingy ground floor apartment. God, you hope he's in. You might not be able to help yourself around Kate soon.
Kate walks up the short drive and quietly unlocks the door, gently pushing it open. Inside, the house is dark, the curtains drawn, and quiet. Kate presses her finger to her lips for quiet and creeps along the hall. She pushes open one door.
Lying on the bed, which you can just about see amid all the old clothes and pizza boxes, you can see Sam, his black hair falling over his forehead, his body muscular. Beside him is a mass of blond hair, but you can't see whose, her back is to you. Kate backs into the hall. "He's all yours, Mary. Hope he doesn't leave a bad taste." You give her a quick peck on the cheek and step into the room. You stand over Sam and recognise the other figure in the bed: Tammy, a bottle blond cheerleader who thinks she's God's gift to everyone. But she looks sound asleep, so you turn your attention back to Sam. Your stomach rumbles, louder this time. Sam mumbles, turning over in his sleep. You hold your breath, but he doesn't wake up.
You bend down, gently lifting Sam's head off the pillow. He starts mumbling, getting close to waking. You push your lips around the top of his head, tasting his hair, slick with gel. Your mouth opens wider than should be possible as you slowly, softly work his head into it. You can taste him, all salty sweat and testosterone as you pull in his chin. Taking a firm grip on his arms your mouth stretches even wider as his shoulders move slowly between your lips. His hair starts tickling your throat. You swallow, pulling his head into your throat. You continue to swallow, pulling more and more of Sam into you.
As you reach his waist, swallowing the washboard stomach he's so proud of, Sam starts to stir. You quickly step back from the bed, easily lifting Sam's struggling legs with no effort at all, his shouts muffled by your body. You take another gulp and pull his manhood into your mouth as it hardens, pressing into the top of your mouth. You continue to swallow until only his feet remain outside you and then, with a final swallow, they're gone.
You pat your swollen stomach, enjoying the feeling as Sam squirms inside you. You look at Kate, to find her staring at you with her mouth hanging open. You move quietly toward her. Her wide eyes never leave you, staring down at your bulging belly.
"You, you, God, I didn't really think, I mean, how is this possible?" she presses her hands on your stomach and jumps back as Sam squirms inside you. "Oh, God, he's really in there." You nod. "How, how can you do this? I mean, it's not possible."
"I don't know. I just knew that I could when I woke up this morning. I don't know how I know or how I can do this, I just know that I can. I don't even know if its just me, or if anyone else can do this." Kate looks up at you, tearing her eyes from the sight of your squirming stomach.
"You mean, I might be able to do this, too?"
"I don't know. Really." Kate looks into the bedroom, to where Tammy is still sleeping peacefully, unaware what's happened to her latest boyfriend.
"If it doesn't work, do you think you could manage another?"
You look at Kate, then you look at Tammy with her long tanned legs and luscious D-cup breasts. You salivate at the thought of what she'll taste like. "I'm sure I can manage." you reply, licking your lips. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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