At the end of May this year, I went to the doctor because I was not feeling well, and the examination confirmed that I was eight weeks pregnant, and I calculated that my due date would be around January next year. I wanted to take a leave of absence at the end of this semester to wait for the birth, but the school’s manpower constraints didn’t allow me to realize my idea, so I had to reluctantly teach until the eve of the birth next semester. However, I only had to attend classes three days a week, two periods each time, and the rest of the time I was able to rest at home. This was a special favor from the principal and director, and I agreed to this arrangement.
As a first time pregnant woman, I experienced the same symptoms of pregnancy sickness, dizziness, and loss of appetite. Luckily, the worst of the symptoms were during the summer vacation, so they didn’t affect my classes at all. By the time the summer vacation ended and school started, I was already five months pregnant; I had reached a plateau and my symptoms had subsided. However, compared to the average five-month pregnant woman, my abdomen was only slightly bulging. When I consulted my doctor about this, he said, “It’s normal, don’t worry about it.”
I thought it would be good, being a woman who loves beauty, I always found it a little hard to look at my body with a big belly. So I went to school and either wore a black pleated skirt with an embellished waist or a loose jacket with an elastic waist to cover it up. When I walked lightly into the classroom and saw the reaction of the students at the podium, I knew I had successfully fooled them. They didn’t realize that underneath the wide clothes was a bulging belly, and thought I was just a little overweight from the summer vacation.
But it didn’t last long. Recently, the speed of my belly bulge accelerated significantly and I couldn’t hide it any longer; I also found that my steps were not as light as in the past, and I started to feel heavier and heavier. Seeing my rounded belly in front of my body, I felt so ugly that I couldn’t wear the clothes I had before. Now, I can only reluctantly put on a maternity dress, covered with a light woolen jacket, and walked into the school with trepidation. As soon as I reached the podium in the classroom, the students underneath were whispering. A male student in the front row said to the female student next to him: “Look at it! You didn’t believe me when I told you that your teacher had a big belly! Now she can’t cover it up, it’s so big!” Another male student chimed in, “I think she’s sexier now! Her boobs have gotten bigger too…” I could see dozens of eyes staring at me, and the boys were looking at me with a lustful look on their faces.
I forced myself to calm down and began to lecture. But with a big belly, it was a real pain to stand and lecture; not only did my back and legs hurt, but my stomach often tightened, which made it very difficult to bear. I had to cross my back with one hand, write on the board with the other, and rub my stomach from time to time to relieve it. I used to be able to teach a class from the beginning to the end without getting tired, but now my physical strength is not able to load, and I can only stand and sit sometimes, and even have to stop for a while. The students don’t mind, but every now and then they focus on my protruding belly.
In the blink of an eye, I became a woman who was seven months pregnant. As my belly got bigger and bigger, I became lazier and lazier. I wanted to lie comfortably at home all day long, not even wanting to move. But I still had to go to school, and now getting from home to school became the most troublesome problem. Since my husband has been out of the country for a long time, I have to fend for myself and repeat the process of taking the bus and then transferring to the MRT every day. Although the distance is not too far, for a pregnant woman, I am out of breath after a few steps, so the commute is too painful. Sometimes there are too many people on the bus and there are no empty seats, but few people are willing to give up their seats for me. I can only grip the railing with one hand, hold my stomach with the other, endure the collision of others, and stand carefully, with beads of sweat constantly sliding down my forehead. It was hard to get off the bus, my whole body was almost deflated, and only then was the ordeal over.
After another month, my abdomen got bigger, and I found it hard to even walk, and it was killing me to go to school. Before class, I always had to ask the class monitor to help me walk to the classroom; when I arrived at the classroom, I could only sit for the whole class. Because of the pressure on my bladder from my dilated uterus, I often had to run to the restroom, which has now become a chore as well. Because of the squatting toilet, I have to lift up my skirt, take off my underwear, and then squat down slowly by holding the door handle. If I squatted for a little longer, my legs would go numb, and once I sat on the floor with my butt like this, and it was only after a long time that I could barely stand up. I wanted to cry at that time. I thought, “What’s the point of putting myself through this? But luckily, my delivery date is approaching and I will be able to take my maternity leave in a few days.
On the eve of my vacation, the school called a meeting with the teachers one day, and the meeting ended only at six o’clock in the evening. My husband was on a business trip and couldn’t pick me up, so I had to go home by myself. When I got off the MRT and took the bus, it started to rain, and the rain became heavier and heavier. The bus became more and more crowded, and the air inside became more stuffy. Although I felt slightly uncomfortable, I just bit my lower lip, closed my eyes, and gripped the suspension ring to support my body from falling due to the weakness of my legs.
I quietly put my hands in the pockets of my brown jacket, feeling the roundness that rumbled under my palms, and couldn’t help but smile slightly. The fetus in my belly was tossing and turning in irritation from the gas, so I had to keep soothing it. After standing for a long time, I started to get weak legs and a sore back. However, looking around, the passengers in the car, whether standing or sitting, all drowsy, no one noticed my abnormalities, it seems that there is no need to hope that someone will give up their seats. In the face of the lack of public morality and indifference, I have no choice but to smile bitterly, with a hand to support the heavy stomach, straighten the sore and weak waist, continue to hold on.
Because of the rain, the traveling speed is slowed down and the time is invariably longer. There were too many people in the car, and from time to time someone touched my belly. I had no choice but to try to protect my abdomen, and I did not dare to free my hands to rub my waist. The child probably can not stand the stifling air, stomach gusts sinking up, the whole body sweating non-stop, their legs began to tremble.
Suddenly, a warm body pressed against my back, and my body couldn’t help but stiffen. But in a crowded car, shoulder-to-shoulder is unavoidable. Besides, that person just happened to be propping me up, relieving the pain in my tired and aching back, and my stomach didn’t sink as hard for a while.
Unexpectedly, pasted on the back of the body actually slightly twisted up, shallow but frequent rubbing my buttocks through the blue background white flower one-piece dress. My sensitive body immediately reacted, a stream of heat in my body spread upward, the child in my abdomen
Zi followed the excitement, and even began to dance around. “Mmm…” a low hum escaped from my lips, and the man intensified his friction, taking advantage of the bumpy ride of the bus to deepen his friction. When this small stimulation was not enough, he began to push against my waist and hips in deeper and shallower strokes.
That’s when the bus made a turn and the man’s entire body rushed onto mine leaning forward, his stomach pressing hard against the armrest of the seat. “Ah!” I screamed out in pain.
“Ah! Sorry, sorry!” A low, husky voice came from behind him, a male.
“No… It doesn’t matter…” The impact made my abdomen throb with pain. I took a deep breath and tried to endure it, but the baby in my belly was making a lot of noise, indicating that it was suffering. After half a day of fussing, the child seemed to get tired and quieted down, and my stomach sank downward. My aching waist could no longer hold up, so I bent over slightly to relieve the discomfort caused by the back pain and abdominal pain. In an instant, I jerked my head back, my eyes rounded, clenched my legs, and my whole body stiffened. It turns out that this bent over, the upturned buttocks just to the top of the man behind me. Unexpectedly hit the target, a strange hand in my buttocks big caress, but also along the groin slipped into between the legs. I ran into a pervert.
I twisted my body and pushed away that nasty hand; however, the hand did not give up, and after blocking it, it regrouped and continued to invade the same place. I was being touched all wrong, desperately trying to protect myself, but the man’s feet hard pushed my legs apart, and grabbed my hands and clasped them on my back, my whole body was powerless, only to be slaughtered. I was about to shout out, a big hairy hand tightly covered the mouth; fixed eyes to see, it turned out to be a lewd-looking bald man. He made a look to the man behind me, I realized that the big thing is not good: these two are actually accomplices, they have been difficult to fly, difficult to escape the claws.
The man behind me continued to rub his hands on my hips and between my legs, and then, when he thought the skirt was in the way, he grabbed it and lifted it up. All I felt was a cold chill on my calves and the back of my thighs, and the next moment his hands were roaming over my smooth thighs and my buttocks, which were covered in white maternity panties. “Mmmm…” A low grunt of satisfaction escaped his mouth as his hand explored all the way from the back over the forbidden area between his legs, circling around to the bulging pubic mound in front of him before teasing and stimulating back and forth between the two. The bald man was also not idle: he covered my mouth with one hand, while the other hand was kneading and caressing my plump breasts, with an impish, lewd smile on his face.
“Oooh… Oooh…” I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t resist, and I let the two men do what they wanted. I was trying to put up a last ditch fight, but I realized that my body was becoming more sensitive to the men’s advances. I was so hot and flushed that I actually felt the pleasure of being violated, and I was looking forward to what the men were going to do next.
“Hey, hey! I’m so lucky today, I’ve picked up some “fresh meat”.” The man behind him laughed softly, and his hands moved around his lower body to increase the intensity of his attacks. He pressed his fingertips against the petals, clitoris, and opening of the nectar through the panties, vibrating and stimulating them, picking at them, and finally inserting his fingers, along with the panties, into the moist pussy. “Oooh…” I let out a moan in my throat, realizing that the nectar was already flowing from my lower body.
Feeling the fabric in his hand slowly wet, the man laughed again: “Oh! I did not realize that our pregnant woman is a slut, so quickly wet it!” Voice just fell, without saying a word, he will invade the hand between the shares out, turned to my body, a brain will be lifted to the skirt above the abdomen: below the abdomen is completely exposed, only maternity panties as the last bastion of cover up shame.
Behind the man’s hands quietly slipped through the waist side, and finally stopped on the bulging belly. He circled and pressed and stroked, and leaned close to my ear and said, “Ma’am, your belly is so big, you should be giving birth soon, right?”
I looked away, unwilling to show my blushing face, and in the process avoided the awkward question. He didn’t think so, and slowly caressed every inch of my skin, and finally his hand quickly reached into my panties and brushed over the thick water plants, and went straight for the jugular. At this point he switched to an extremely stormy attack, greedily rubbing the sensitive nub, the plump pussy lips, and then shoving his fingers back and forth into the moist pussy.
“Oooh… Oooooh…” I was tingling all over from this violent attack, my breathing became more and more rapid, and my moans became more and more shrill. Without realizing it, the bald man had already lifted his skirt up to his chest, and his hands were wrapped around his bra, constantly kneading and shaking his firm breasts.
“Look at that! Your big tits are blowing, let me play with them.” The bald man said, while burying his head between my breasts sniffing, kissing, teasing the buds through the bra. In a moment, I heard him say: “Hard, hard!” The next chest a cool: bra instantly upward was uncovered, two balls of meat popped out.
Without saying a word, the bald man gripped the peak of my breast with reckless abandon, stroking it gently at times. His thumb drew a circle around the areola of my left breast, tweaking the swollen, hardened bud, then deftly grasping and gently plucking it with two fingers. On the other hand, he took the bud of my right breast in his mouth, gently caressing it with the tip of his tongue, sucking it with his lips, and gently picking it up with his teeth and nibbling it. Before long, both buds were already red and swollen.
“Oooh… Uh-huh. Uhh…” The hairs on my body were standing on end, and waves of pleasure were hitting my body. The swelling of my breasts is gradually concentrating towards the tips of my nipples, and I’m on the verge of eruption. “Woo-hm▔” a cry, two white milk slowly flowed from the buds, sliding straight down to the abdomen. The bald man opened his mouth to receive, and muttered: “Mmmm… So sweet… Yummy…” At the same time, I couldn’t help but let go: a large amount of love juice gushed out like a spring, not only wetting my panties and the man’s teasing hand behind me, but also flowing down my legs to the floor.
After this ravaging, I almost couldn’t breathe, gurgling sweat soaked my whole body, my body is still shaking because of the orgasm soon after. My legs were weak and I leaned on the man behind me, slowly turning my head sideways and saying weakly, “Please… please… Please… Please… Let go… Let go… I… Let me go…” My pale cheeks were covered with beads of crystal sweat, my long eyelashes were weak and lowered, my helplessness hung on my face, and my gasping breaths were mixed with pleading sounds.
The two men started whispering, and I was so blank and weak that I didn’t hear what they were plotting. The two men looked at each other and nodded, then the man behind me held me up, and the bald man returned my disheveled clothes to their original state, as if nothing had happened. Then he pressed the car bell and shouted: “Mr. Driver, get out of the car.”
The two of them sandwiched me in the middle, through the crowded crowd, shouting: “Careful, careful! There is a pregnant woman to pass!” I was half-pushed, half-pulled, and got off the bus with the two men, in a completely new street.
The bald man said, “Come with us!” I tried to run, but the man behind me grabbed me, and an unknown sharp object was pressed against my back. He whispered, “Behave yourself if you want to live! Or I’ll kill you.”
I was scared out of my wits, my whole body shivering, no longer dare to harbor the slightest bit of disobedience, so I had to drag my heavy body, half-push, half-obey and follow them. About fifteen minutes later, I was taken to an abandoned warehouse. To a corner of the warehouse, the bald man said: “I have not touched a woman for a long time, this time I actually found a pregnant woman I have never seen. I didn’t have enough fun in the car just now, but now it’s time for me to have a good Úa Qu!”
When I heard those words, I was scared out of my wits and tears came to my eyes. Kneeling on both legs, and begged: “No…don’t…please…” My thoughts were chaotic, but one thing I did not forget: to take into account the safety of the fetus in the womb. For the sake of the child’s safety, I don’t care that I have a big belly, kowtowed to death, and even begged with tears and mucus, “Please…let me go for today…I’m really not in a very convenient state of health…after I give birth to the child…then I will definitely satisfy you!”
However, the lust of the two men who care so much, without saying grabbed my hand. Seeing that both of their lower bodies had long been bulging and ready to explode, I knew in my heart that all was lost, and collapsed to the ground in a heap. They bent my knees up, wrenched my legs outward, and pulled my hands to my feet. They picked up the wires left on the ground and tied my right hand to my right ankle, and did the same to my left side; so not only were my hands and feet bound, but I couldn’t even get up.
Immediately afterward, only to see the two wickedly lifted up their skirts, took out the scissors and made some gestures at the scared body, “Kaboom!” A sound, panties should be cut, between the legs of the forbidden place nakedly displayed in front of strange men. I felt humiliated and cried loudly, but the man laughed. My large round belly was exposed, and the two men carefully touched it as if they were playing with a rare and precious treasure, saying, “Great, really great. When my family was pregnant, her belly was not as big as it is now.”
As soon as I finished speaking, their hands moved to touch my breasts. I desperately twisted my body, crying out: “No…don’t…don’t…don’t touch…oooh…” The two men were in the throes of excitement, which would not easily let go. All of a sudden, the skirt lifted upwards, the scissors quickly moved over a move, the bra was also cut. Just as the bald man was enjoying playing with my plump breasts, the man behind me was using his hands to massage the thick jungle, knead the extremely sensitive pussy nucleus, press the slightly open pussy lips, and visit the warm entrance of the honey hole.
“Oooh…ah…no…I can’t…oooh…mmm…” my mouth moaned, my body still resisting. Unable to do anything about it, the restraints were too tight and I couldn’t exert any force at all, all I could see in my vision was my bulging stomach swaying uncontrollably. At this moment, both of their hands moved to my lower body and rubbed, and even reached into my pussy to stimulate the deeper part.
“Oo… .ah… .ha.. .stop… .stop… .ah…” My whole body’s strength was already exhausted, I was no longer able to struggle, and I could only I could only resign myself to lying on the ground and shedding two lines of tears. They didn’t let up and continued to rub and play with my breasts and lower body. I was in a trance, my mouth was incoherent, and I could only moan and groan: “A. cans a. cans and milk cans… No… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oooh… No… Can’t get a carriages milk cans” Finally, she collapsed completely and her pussy spewed out a lot of liquid again.
They laughed out loud at the sight. The bald man approached me and asked, “Ma’am, it looks like you haven’t had sex with your husband for a long time! How long has it been?” This revealing question made my face turn red, how can such a private topic be revealed in front of others. I closed my lips tightly, and absolutely refused to answer.
When he saw me shutting up, he directly inserted his finger into his pussy, wriggling hard, and said, “It’s okay, I’ll see how long you can hold it in.”
“Yikes . . AH. (GROANS) No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. No,” I cried out in shock. But the pleasure that had been fading was reawakened, and my mouth once again cried out, “Mmm… Ahhhh… Oooh… Uhh… Ahh… Ahh.”
“How long exactly? Say it or not?” The bald man asked, while speeding up his hands.
I couldn’t stand it any longer, and I sputtered out a few words: “Uh-huh, milk cans. Already… Uh-huh. One… A month… And the carriages didn’t have… Uh-huh. No. Uh-huh. Do.. Uh-huh. It’s done. Ah.”
“So! So do you want it now?” The bald man asked again, his hand movements still showing no signs of relaxing.
“Uh… Uh… I want to… Mmm…” I replied, panting.
“What? What did you say? I can’t hear you clearly, speak louder!”
I abandoned the last vestiges of my reserve and spoke the real answer from the depths of my heart: “I… I want to…”
Both men immediately pulled down their pants, and I could see that both rods were already erect. The bald man was the first to open the slightly open petals and pushed his huge rod into his pussy. “Oooh… Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhh… Gently… Gently… Ah…” I felt so ashamed that I was raped out of pleasure and let out obscene cries.
The man behind me was nearby, probably seeing the itching, he brought his thick rod to my face and said, “Lick it for me!” I obediently took hold of the huge rod in front of me, and gently took it in my mouth. Thus, I was pummeled from top to bottom, vibrating my body to the rhythm of the attack, and moaning through my mouth, “Mmmmmm… “Uhhhh… “Mmm… Mmm…”
I don’t know how long later, the bald man’s body stuttered several times: he ejaculated, and a hot stream spread in his pussy. At this moment, the man behind him said: “Hey! Brother, you have finished should be my turn, right?” As a result, the attack continued, but the two men switched places.
As for the moment I do not know what I was doing, only vaguely remember a moment to sit on them swinging; a moment to kneel on the ground, the men from behind the invasion; a moment to hold the wall with both hands, feet barely stand up, they hold my waist will be on top of the top of the … … Later, my whole body was soft, fuzzy consciousness, and then I did not wake up.
By the time I opened my eyes from the haze, bright sunlight shone into the warehouse. I struggled to sit up and realized that I was alone and the two men were long gone. My legs felt weak and I had a splitting headache, so I quickly put my clothes back together, struggled to get out of the warehouse, and hailed a cab to go home.
When I got home, I immediately called the school to ask for official maternity leave, which was granted. After this important task, I felt even more exhausted and weak. With my last bit of strength, I washed my dirty body and collapsed on the bed. For a whole week afterward, I lay at home, unable to leave the house. I don’t know if it was really sickness or if it was caused by psychological factors, but during this period I would always dream of that day. I just felt so shameful that I actually felt attached to the assault of two men and let them deflower me many times. Thinking about it again brings tears and inability to myself . . .
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