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It had been several months since my sister Elizabeth and I quit school. We were hired to work at Mom’s office as ‘data intake specialists’, which meant entering names and numbers into a computer all day long. It could be menial and boring at times, but we made the most of it. Elizabeth and I would race to see who could file the most forms in a set amount of time, or who could do a form the fastest with only one hand. A downside was the team we were on was supposed to have four people, but only the two of us got hired, so for the last few months it’s been the two of us doing as much work as four people. We managed though, mostly because we turned out to be really good at it. Our games made us fast and efficient, so we could handle the workload with little difficulty. The only problem was Elizabeth was due for maternity leave in about a month, and I couldn’t handle all of the work by myself. That’s why they finally hired two more members to complete our team. That’s about all I wanted to skip through, but before you ask, I’ll tell you: yes, I’m still staying close to my sister (and mom).
“Oh god yes!” Mom cried as I drilled into her tight wet twat. “Give it to me baby! Shoot your dirty seed on our precious children!” She rubbed her enormous white belly, which contained our two new babies. “I want them to bathe in it!”
It took a while since it was my second load that morning, but staring at her giant jiggling tits, which had gotten even bigger after she got pregnant, gave me all the encouragement I needed. I felt the blissful twinge in my balls signaling my massive ejaculation was on the verge of blowing out into Mom’s gorgeous cunt. I pressed my large purple head right up to her cervix and gave her exactly what she asked for.
“OH GOD! IT’S FINALLY HERE! TAKE IT KIDS; TAKE YOUR FATHER’S THICK GOO! DROWN IN HIS MAN MILK!” Mom screamed with reckless abandon.
“It’s about time.” Elizabeth chided. “You finished with me twice as fast.” She rubbed her large round belly, which contained a child of her own. It perfectly complemented her large round tits, which seemed to have doubled in size. As she moved her hands down her plump midsection, some of my thick cum oozed from her tight slit and onto the bed. “We’re gonna be late for work if we don’t hurry.” She tried to seem annoyed, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off my still invigorated member.
I wanted to go for another round, but just as Elizabeth started scooting closer to me I caught a glimpse of the clock behind her. “Oh shit,” I cursed, “it’s eight-thirty. We need to get going!”
Both girls went from content arousal to full sprint in less than a second. We rushed to get washed, dressed, and ready to go with barely a word between us. In only a few minutes we were ready, and we dashed to the car to be at work by nine. The drive was about twenty minutes, so we figured we wouldn’t be more than a couple minutes late.
“So Ray,” Elizabeth asked, “what do you think the new workers will be like?”
“I can’t say until we’ve met them; they could be a lot of things. I just hope we get along.”
“Get along, eh?” Mom joined in. “If they’re girls, do you think you might get along as well as you get along with us?” My face flashed red with embarrassment.
I finally choked out, “Unless they’re as horny as you two are all the time, I doubt that will be an issue.”
“Do you have a problem with us being horny?” Elizabeth teased.
“Well, we used to only fuck at night, but now you’ve been getting me up in the morning to fuck before work. I’m not a morning person!”
“Sorry baby,” Mom said, “but all the pregnancy hormones are making us super horny.”
“Yep,” Elizabeth added, “and we’ve been getting even hornier as the delivery date gets closer. I can’t stand having to wait all day at work without having you inside me. I have to get it once in the morning or else I can’t function.”
“It’s not like we can do it at work.” Mom said. “Let’s just think about other things until we get home. Then we can fuck to our heart’s content.” I sounded annoyed by their constant begging for my cock, but honestly I was loving every second of it.
We arrived at the tall pale-white office building and bid farewell to Mom, who’s office was a floor up from ours. Elizabeth and I followed the familiar corridor to our office, which was a moderately sized room with a large square table in the center and a small brown desk in the back. The large table had four chairs pulled up to it with two on one side and two on the opposite side, so that two team members could sit next to each other and the other two would sit across from them. A computer sat in front of each chair to complete our work station. The desk in the back also had a computer, thought it was newer and had a larger monitor. Usually, Elizabeth and I sat on the right side of the table and left the other side vacant, since we weren’t working as a full team. Now however, the chairs on the left were occupied, and I finally got to see what my new co-workers were like. I was fucked. canlı bahis
Both looked about our age, and both were very attractive women. The one closer to us had bright red hair which went down to her shoulders. Her skin was fairly tanned, so I assumed the red hair wasn’t natural. She wore a nervous expression on her soft toned face. The other girl had wavy blonde hair that was pulled back into a long ponytail that easily reached her ass, which unfortunately I couldn’t see from where I was standing. She had bigger breasts than the first girl, but neither could compare to my sister’s: even before she was pregnant. She seemed nervous too, but both jumped from their seats once they noticed our entrance.
“Hi!” They said in unison.
“My name is Karen,” The red-head took the lead. “And this is Trisha. We just finished training and were assigned to work with the two of you.”
“Awesome!” Elizabeth greeted them first, since she was always more social than me. “You can call me Lizzy, short for Elizabeth, and this is my brother Ray. We’ve been working here for a few months, so if you have any questions feel free to ask either of us.”
“Great,” this time the blonde girl, Trisha, spoke, “I’m sure I’ll have plenty of questions. You can call me Trish by the way.”
I figured I should speak too, so I said, “Sure thing, and don’t worry about the job; It’s not that hard. And like Lizzy said, you have us here to help.”
I noticed the two glance at Elizabeth’s enormous belly, but neither one brought it up. I guess they probably wanted to get to know us better before asking personal questions. We hadn’t had to answer the ‘who’s the father’ question since our first week on the job, but I didn’t think it would be hard to lie about Elizabeth’s ‘boyfriend’ again. I’m sure it was way harder for Mom to explain her pregnancy to co-workers, but she managed it somehow.
“Get to work people,” a voice from the back of the room ordered us. “You’re not getting paid to chit-chat.” Martha, our ever bitchy boss sat behind her small desk with her arms crossed, giving us all a cold stare. She had light brown hair that was tied up in a neat bun, and it was unfortunate that she had her arms crossed, since her tits were amazingly perky for how large they were. At twenty-nine, she would be a fairly attractive woman, except her face was always contorted into a fierce penetrating scowl. Honestly, I suspected she might be the secret Queen of Bitch-Land.
“Fine.” I muttered as I ambled slowly to my seat. I didn’t take her orders too seriously, since she barely had any real authority. I wasn’t trying to be a rebel mind you, I just didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of feeling superior. Elizabeth took the complete opposite approach.
“You got it!” she almost sang as she strode gracefully to her seat. She sat down and logged-in immediately. Whenever someone was bad-natured or ill-tempered she would always ‘kill them with kindness’. That was just her way. She asked Martha how her day was going and how the drive to work was, as well as all the other usual things. Martha would always give extremely frank answers, like ‘good’ and ‘slow’. She clearly didn’t give two shits about being outgoing and friendly.
The other two girls darted to their seats and logged in, both giving Martha nervous glances. We all got settled in and started typing away, filling out data sheets and other boring stuff. I sat across from Karen, the red-head, and every once in a while, our feet would meet under the table. She would say, “Sorry!” and pull her leg back as quick as she could. She acted really nervous around me, and I had no idea why.
Both girls asked lots of questions, and we were able to help them out a fair bit. Finally, Martha decided to do her job and started reading through the files we submitted on her own computer.
“Good job Ray.” She said. Apparently I hadn’t made any mistakes. “Good job Elizabeth.” I knew for sure Elizabeth hadn’t made any mistakes. “What is this?” she mumbled.
“Karen, Trisha, come over here for a moment.” She ordered with a deathly cold voice. The two girls anxiously approached her desk. “Look here, this page is littered with so many errors I can’t even believe it. Being new isn’t an excuse for being dumb.” Yep, the bitch was at it again. Anything that could be bitched about, she was gonna bitch about it. “I want you to re-do these, and this time try to get at least one thing right.” I really wanted to slap her. I could deal with her making fun of me, which she would do whenever I messed up. I couldn’t, however, deal with her calling the new girls dumb on their first real day on the job. Fortunately, the two seemed to take her insults lightly, and went right back to work with no apparent hurt feelings.
Later on, Trisha asked a question that was difficult to answer in words alone, so I got up and walked around the table to show her how to do what she asked about. She was still having trouble, so I put my right hand over hers and moved the mouse so she could see what bahis siteleri to do. A moment later I had to type something, so I brought my left arm around her and started typing on the keyboard. I had my arms around her with our faces right next to each other, and our hands touching. As I looked up from the computer I saw Elizabeth give me a knowing smile. She winked and went back to her own work. I felt slightly embarrassed, but it’s not like I was trying to get close to Trisha; I was just showing her how to finish up this type of file.
Whatever, I pushed the weird thoughts from my mind and said, “See, it’s not that hard. You got it now Trish?”
I looked down to see her face as red as a caboose. “Y-y-yeah, th-thanks Ray.” She stammered, “I think I can do it.” Her hand started twitching under mine, and I realized that I should probably let go before this gets too creepy.
As I started to walk back to my seat, Karen spoke up. “Um, do you think you can show me too?” I looked to see her face was the same bright red as Trisha’s.
“Sure, no problem.” I walked back around and started giving instructions while pointing at the screen.
“No, I don’t think that will work.” She said in a timid tone. “I can’t keep up with you that way. Can you show me the same way you showed Trish?”
“Uh, yeah. No problem.” I curled my fingers around hers on the mouse and wrapped my other arm around her body, with my head next to hers over her right shoulder. I gave her all the same instructions as I filed the form for her.
“So any other questions about this type of form?” I asked. Both girls shook their heads. “Okay, then just ask if you need anything else.” I sat back in my chair, ignoring Elizabeth’s shit-eating grin. I just wanted the girls to be proficient so Martha would leave them alone.
Unfortunately, Martha called them over a few more times to take jabs at them. With great effort, I was able to keep my composure and not bitch-slap the bitch-queen. Finally, the moment I had been waiting for arrived. Everyday around eleven o-clock, she would announce that she was going to lunch. Technically, we were allowed to take our lunch hour at eleven, twelve, or one. However, she left at eleven and returned at two, taking all three lunch hours every day. We could have reported her, then management would probably send someone to make sure she only took one hour per day, but we never did since we preferred to work without her around. As soon as the door closed, the tension in the room relaxed. We explained to the new girls about how she would be gone for at least three hours (she was often late), and they were rather relieved to hear it.
“So tell us about yourselves.” Elizabeth said. “It seems like you two know each other.”
“Yep,” Karen responded, “We went to high school together.”
“We tried going to college, but it just wasn’t for us.” Trisha chimed in. “We really wanted to work together, so this job seemed like the perfect fit for us. We can work together all day now.”
“Awesome, it’s great to see high school friends stick together like that.” I added just so I didn’t seem anti-social and creepy. Unfortunately, at ‘high school friends’ both girls cringed. I looked at Elizabeth and whispered, “Did I say something wrong?”
“No, no! Sorry about that.” Karen answered first. “It’s just, well… We’re actually in a relationship.” Holy shit!
“That’s awesome!” Elizabeth exclaimed, “How long have you been going out? Since high school, or after?” Both girls sat in silence and stared at her for a moment. Finally, Trisha spoke up again.
“Sorry about that, it’s just we weren’t expecting you to accept it so quickly. We started dating junior year of high school, and most people looked at us like we were freaks.”
“That’s awful, you can’t help who you’re attracted to.” I said, “If you like girls, then that’s just how you are. Why don’t people understand that?”
“Well, it’s not that we like girls per say,” Karen explained, “it’s that we’re in love with each other. I don’t love Trisha because of her body, or what parts she has. I love her because she’s kind and hardworking.”
“And I love Karen because she’s vibrant and interesting. She makes me feel alive.” Trisha finished.
“Wow,” Elizabeth fought back tears, “that’s so beautiful. I know how you feel. True love doesn’t care about race, or gender, or anything.” She grabbed my hand beneath the table. “True love can happen between anyone.”
“That’s so true.” Karen said, “I wish everyone understood that.”
Apparently, Trisha decided it was time to ask the big question. “Speaking of true love, I noticed you’re carrying a child.”
“Sure am,” Elizabeth mused, “only about a month until she’s ready to come out!”
“That’s awesome!” Karen said, “And you look great for being eight months in! I hope your sex drive hasn’t dropped.” Since they weren’t really talking to me anymore, I figured I should butt out. I slipped some headphones on to give the girls a bit of privacy, since their bahis şirketleri conversation was taking a turn towards sex. Of course I didn’t turn on any music, so I could still hear every word. Did you really think I wouldn’t listen in?
“Quite the opposite! I keep my boyfriend very busy. We do it at least twice a day.” Elizabeth was technically being truthful by saying ‘at least’, but five times a day would have been more accurate. She had let go of my hand, and was now sliding her nimble fingers gently up my leg towards my crotch.
“Incredible!” Trisha’s face flashed with excitement. “You must have a very lucky boyfriend.”
“I guess you could say he’s lucky, but I’m just as lucky as he is.” Her hand met my hardening cock, and I was very grateful we had a large table separating us from the girls. She started to stroke her hand along my bulge, so I tried to act natural and pretended to type like I was filling out reports.
“What do you mean?” Karen asked.
“How are you lucky?” Trisha asked at the same time.
“Well, the reason I love my boyfriend is because he’s nice, and caring, and has been with me for as long as I can remember. But the reason I lust after him is because he’s a monster when it comes to sex.” Both of the new girls leaned in excitedly. “He has the biggest cock you’ve ever seen. Even after we finish and he goes soft, he still fills me up.” My cock was at full mast now, and she picked up the pace with her stroking. “His balls are enormous too, each one the size of an orange when they’re full.” Both girls had completely red faces now, but they didn’t seem embarrassed. Rather, they seemed turned-on. But why would lesbians be interested in a man’s phallus? “And with balls like that, you can only guess how big his loads are. I’ve never measured it, but when he’s really into it, I think he cums a gallon.” Karen let out a little moan like she was craving it. “And it’s not for show either. He knocked me up the first time we fucked.” Now Trisha let out a little whimper. “And I’m not even enough for him, he has another lover as well.” Both girls paused now, confused. “No, he’s not cheating on me. We all live together and he fucks us several times each day.” The girls’ confusion switched to intense interest and they both leaned in even further. “He not only cums a lot in one load, he can go several rounds in one sitting. Hell, I think he’s cum more than twelve times in one day.” She was stroking me at full force now, her hand quickly grazing against the iron rod running down the right leg of my pants, which were stretching to accommodate the immense girth. “It gets me wet just thinking about it.” She finished.
She reached her other hand down into her purse and pulled out a little mirror she used to apply her makeup on the go. Holding it under the table, she angled it so that I could peek down and see the girls’ feet beneath the table. Then she began angling it upwards so I could see their knees, then their thighs, then their pussies?! Yep, it wasn’t very clear, but I could faintly see that the girls had folded their skirts upwards and moved their panties aside. Karen fingered Trisha, and Trisha fingered Karen. Both girls had intense looks on their faces, and let out little whimpers signaling they were ready to cum any second.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I was about to cum, and if I came here then I’d be caught for sure. The mess would be horrible, and I could never look Karen nor Trisha in the eyes again. I pulled off my headphones and announced, “Alright ladies, I’m going to the restroom. I’ll be back in a few minutes, but I have to check on something in my car too, so it’s going to take a while.” I took a few seconds to stand so the girls would have time to cover up. Fortunately, they were too busy trying to hide themselves that they didn’t seem to notice my throbbing bulge. As I strode into the hall I quickened my pace; I needed to cool off for a few minutes. I lied and said that I needed to go to my car too, so that would buy me even more time.
As I approached the restroom, I noticed an ‘out of order’ sign on the door. “Fuck.” I mumbled under my breath. I only knew of one other restroom’s location, the one on Mom’s floor. I hurried to the elevator and was relieved to find no one inside. Luckily, most employees took the eleven o’clock lunch hour, so the building was relatively empty. The elevator opened into an abandoned hallway, which I quickly ran down to find an operational bathroom at the end. As I opened the door to the men’s room, the door to the lady’s room opened behind me. I turned to see Mom standing there with a brick red face. She was wearing a white skirt, and it was easy to see a massive wet patch right on her crotch. Mine wasn’t much better; my massive cock was outlined by the tight pants. She could see almost every vein along the shaft, and the head was clearly outlined by the light material.
“I can explain!” We said in unison. We looked each other with fire in our eyes, and I made the decision to relieve our tension here and now. I pushed Mom back into the women’s restroom, careful to keep her giant pregnant belly safe as I pushed her against a wall and slipped my tongue in her mouth. Her tongue danced with mine for a moment, then we pulled apart.
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