Pregnant Teen in extreme gangbang

Title: “Disgraced Teen’s Pregnant Orgy”

The sinful scent of sex and sweat hung heavily in the air as the dimly lit basement party raged on. Amidst the writhing bodies and sloshing beverages, an unlikely spectacle was about to unfold, a forbidden fruit ripe for the picking.Observing from the shadows, tall, slim and sexy, Samantha, an 18-year-old high school junior, seemed almost refined. But appearances were deceiving. She was as wild as they come, and stifling in the confines of the ‘good girl’ reputation she’d carefully cultivated.

As ravenous eyes drank her in, Samantha knew she needed to make a splash, to shed the chastity that had grown so unbearable. With a mischievous glint in her blue eyes, she began to shed layers, her modesty melting away like a lonely winter to the delights of an illicit spring. Soon, only a pair of ripped stockings and a black lace thong remained – mere whisper of tulle and mesh, shielding nothing they had not helped reveal. Her full breasts, ripe and gravity-defying, ended in perky dusty-pink nipples, straining for attention, flaunting her arousal to any who would notice.

Mohawk-sporting Marcus, long-time crush and local legend, stumbled up to her, his artic blue eyes glazed with lust and liquor. “Damn girl, you look good enough to eat. Might I be so lucky?”
Before Samantha could respond, he lurched forward, capturing a pebbled nipple between his lips, his hands clumsily kneading the warm flesh. She bit her lip to stifle her moan, cheeks flushing. This was her chance, her moment to finally throw aside the shackles of propriety she’d let hold her back for so long.

Hooking a finger in his belt, Samantha led Marcus deeper into the den of debauchery. There, she took her place on a ratty futon, spread her Alaia-worthy legs wide and invitingly called out, “Who wants to worship me?”
Flushed, horny, and uninhibited, the gathered young men, tools of the trade straining against their pants, begun the veneration her supple body so richly deserved. Rough hands groped her, fingers feesing, mouths suckled as she writhed in the the glorious agony of her own anticipation and their limited technique.

Her thirsty pussy beckoned, dripping with arousal, aching to be drank from – and it soon was. Marcus knelt between her legs, lapping at her swollen lips like a man starved, while strangers worshiped her heaving, expectant bosom, pinching and tugging on the sensitive buds until she bucked with want.

Wet, swollen and ready, she cajoled Marcus, “Fill me with fat cock and creamy cum. All of you! Lay me, paint me until my fertile pussy is flooded and you’ve made me expectant again.”
Eagerly, six eager young men surrounded her: two lined up to fill both her god-given orifices, the others to worship breasts, lips, and earlobes. The one pleasuring her mouth claimed her young throat with all the urgency of depravity unleashed. The one at her rear breached the virgin entry to beastly cheers, his impressive girth demanding her hips adjust to overcome the pain, to surrender to the unforgiving measure of his length and girth. “Take it, you desperate slut,” his grunted with relish. “Take every glorious fucking inch of it until you’re screaming.”

Samantha felt herself stretch around his furious fucking against her tender asshole in ways no girl should, every nerve screaming, every cell ignited in the consuming contradiction of furiously uncomfortably deliciousness. Sweat glazed their bodies, slicking his jackhammering skin against her hers, the jarring movements sending her bouncing against the man pistoning in her vacuum-cleaner cunt, gliding effortlessly on her overflowing juices.

All around, a sea of hands roamed, gripping hips, tweaking nipples, cupping tits and globes with chaos, while white hot bliss coalesced like the ultimate fever, threatening to break her as stimulating as the godcock ravaging her rear, as the iron in her ass clenching his member trying and failing to keep up the pace. Her mind went slack, drowning in a tempest of pleasures, until a return of images, of noises like a sweaty beast at her neck triggered a her to a slight.
“Angus?” her voice pleaded as she looked up at her assailant. “Is that you?”
With a mighty thrust, Angus came, painting her cervical depths with seed in a deluge, triggering her own mind-fucking orgasm, even as hands pressed her nipples into penetrating lips until they too built to a perilous pressure, bursting, spurting her milk in a celestial fireworks. And then again, and again, writhing, undulating, explosions of light, heat and success floating far above any similar flesh into want.

At last the ritual began anew: her men, their cocks still direly dripping, eagerly awaited the next round as she lay agonized and exultant in their midst…