Hummmm.

The sound of the microwave lulled me into a trance as I found myself looking into oblivion. Though it was late in the afternoon, this was my first meal of the day. Sometimes the video games that I play took more of my time than I realized. With the timer still counting down, I huffed and sighed, impatiently waiting for my simple frozen dinner of chicken alfredo warmed before me.

Unable to contain my impatience, I walked into the living room and towards the front door. Near the door stood a mirror. I hated mirrors. The irony was that I considered myself to be a mirror of other people – a true reflection of energy given. I’d been losing weight lately, yet still couldn’t bear to look at myself. This time, however, I chose to step in front of the mirror.

Before me was my own reflection. Black frame glasses, hair that glittered with blonde, brown, and red strands. Eyes as blue as the waters in Bermuda, with an even darker halo around the outside circle. My gaze lowered, and I looked towards my midsection with a sigh. I’d always been bullied for my stomach.

My sisters and people in a group home would tease me for having hips and curves. I couldn’t tell them that my stomach is shaped the way it is because of a birth defect. They wouldn’t understand that, at age three, I was cut from hip to hip, causing my skin belly to hang and sag a little. Despite the bullying, recently, I’d had been feeling like I’ve been more accepting of my body. Still, there was a nagging feeling that it wasn’t a perfect body by societal standards.

I looked away. One hundred and sixty-five pounds was not heavy, by any means. Yet, in my mind, I wasn’t small enough. Even at five feet tall. My husband, Arnold, kept reminding me of how much he loved my figure, citing that as his reason for not being able to last more than a few minutes. Most of my nights were spent pleasing myself before bed while he sat on his phone.

The sound of the garage door opening snapped me back into reality from the grey sweatpants I was wearing, I pulled my phone from a pocket. There it was. A message from R. My heart fluttered, and I suddenly felt my face go flush. It had been almost a month since I’d seen him. Oh, how my pussy ached for his seed to fill it once again. The three months leading up to our meeting were the most painstaking of all. Until then, no man had made my body heat with lust. Wave after wave of desire panged my body every time he said my name.

Gabryelle.

His voice echoed through my ears, and I felt my heart beating faster and faster at the thought of R walking around the corner instead of Arnold. I sighed and turned to my side. My stomach had always been my biggest insecurity, yet I couldn’t help but think it would make the perfect home for a child or two.

“There you are!” greeted Arnold with a smile and a kiss to my cheek.

He could see that I was saddened that we did not have children. Being a mother was all I wanted since I could remember. Motherhood just hadn’t happened for me yet, despite three rounds of medicine that induced ovulation.

Then again... there’s only one way to get pregnant.

“I’ll be downstairs in a minute,” I said, quickly putting my phone away.

It would take him a few minutes to put away his work items and come downstairs, so I had just enough time to read and reply to his message. I gathered myself, giving my face one last glance at my reflection in the mirror before I crossed the living room into the kitchen and headed down the stairs that headed to the garage or basement.

Once in the basement, I circled around to my side of the bed and lay down. From my pocket, I pulled my phone from my pocket once more. Waiting for me was a message from R. Without a second more of hesitation, I unlocked my Samsung Galaxy S25 and opened the messaging app that we used to contact each other.

Tits. Now. It read.

With a quick glance to the door, I flared my nostrils and set my phone down. Within a couple of minutes, I had my breasts out and was snapping a photo. It didn’t take long to send it and quickly dress myself again. Barely ten seconds later, Arnold walked in. Like R, he stood at 6’2” with broad shoulders. Though he was much older than R. While R was 44, Arnold was 56.

“How was work?” I asked.

“You know I don’t like talking about work,” was his response.

“Fine, fine. Dinner is on the coffee table when you’re hungry.” I sighed, shrugging.

“The only thing I want right now is you,” were his next words, though they sounded more like a demand.

“But I—“

“Now,” he commanded as he began to undress himself.

I shrugged off my beloved grey knit cardigan that covered my grey camisole. In a few short movements, I had unclasped my bra and pulled it off my shoulders. My top was the next to come off, followed by my pants. The last thing to come off were my white panties with small strawberries dotting the fabric. Tossing my clothes aside, I moved from the couch beside the bed to the bed, nestling myself among my U-shaped pillow.

“How is my little slut today? he asked, climbing into bed and on top of me.  

His body towered over my petite frame. My legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer. I pulled his neck down to my lips, kissing down his collarbone. His groin pressed into mine while my lips explored his neck and cheek before finding their way to her soft, pink lips. My tongue slid across the opening to his lips before parting them with my tongue. He was receptive, opening his mouth for his tongue to dance with mine as we kissed with a deep passion.

Before I could release myself from his lips, I felt his hands under my ass, lifting my ass so he could better access my little fuck hole. His tip slid along my slit, gliding along its slick walls before he found my entrance. With ease, he slid in, pushing into my tight walls. He started out slowly, gradually quickening his pace.

“You’re going to take all my cum, you little bitch.” he grunted, thrusting his hips forward so that his entire shaft was inside me.

As he thrust away, my mind wandered to conversations with R. There would come a time when I would enjoy R once more; however, in the meantime, all I had were thoughts and memories to cling on and savour.

I’m going to hurt you, Gabryelle... In the best way possible.

His words made my heart flutter. They replayed in my head like a repeating echo or a song that would never end. My face felt flush through mechanical moans. Without any indication, I pulled my hips back from his, feeling his cock come out with a slurp. Sensing what I was doing, he backed up and watched as I flipped onto all fours. His hands grabbed my hips, pulling them into his. Once he positioned himself, I lifted my hips and pressed back into him, my slit pressing against his cock.

Instead of his cock, I felt his fingers probe around my drenched slit. After a few seconds, he slid his fingers along my labia, heading upwards towards my bum. One thick finger traced the outline of my tight pucker before he inserted his finger. I winced and flexed, surprised by the sudden penetration. He worked his finger in deeper and deeper, his cock sliding back into my slick warmth. While he fucked me, he worked another finger into my ass, roughly fingering the dry, tight hole.

  With both holes being used, I couldn’t help but cry out in pain, yet felt my body shiver with pleasure. Suddenly, he popped out of my pussy and pulled his fingers from my ass. Before I could protest, the tip of his member was already shoved inside my hole. I screamed into the pillow and clutched it to my chest, my elbows digging into the bed as he took my ass. Tears welled in my eyes as I felt him stretch the walls that were even tighter than my pussy.

For a few moments, he roughly thrust into my ass, his balls slapping against my cunt’s lips, his cock buried balls deep inside me. I braced myself, listening to him, reacting to his body. My hips moved in tandem with his. Sweat started to bead up on my back and forehead, soaking the pillow I had buried my face in. He’s too big! I thought. And he was. I knew he had ripped me some but didn’t care. As long as he doesn’t cum in my pussy, I mused, I’ll be just fine.

“Unnnggg... ahhhh... Fuck!”

Never does take long, I chuckled to myself. I took a deep breath in and raised my head from the pillow.

“Well, that was fun.” I smiled, clenching around him, his cock throbbing as it still released inside her ass.

“Always,” he laughed.

When he pulled out, I headed to the washroom and cleaned up. Before I sat down to pee, I spotted a spare pregnancy test on the back seat of the toilet. It had been about a month since R had bred me, and I hadn’t had my period yet. I shrugged and took the test.

A few short minutes later, I turned the test upside right and felt my heart sink.

Not pregnant.