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Being 18 #4

Betty's New Normal


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DEDICATION


My deepest thanks to all the perverts, twisted souls, and mad people who love silly, sensual, and twisted stories. Without you, I'd have no readers and without readers, there'd be no reason to write. This is for all the perverts and the mad-minded.



DISCLAIMER


This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, places, things, or events (real or imagined) is completely in your own head and not intentional on the part of the author. Do not expect real life to work the way life in this novel works. That would be a silly expectation.


Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Being 18 #4: Betty's New Normal

Summary: It's been a few months since Betty's 18th birthday and she's adjusting well to being a woman that any older man can fuck at any time. Mr. Addams also managed to knock her up on her birthday, so her belly and breasts have started to swell.

Her boyfriend loves to play with her swollen, milky breasts and fucks her lovingly. Mr. Addams of course still has his cock in the mix, whenever and however he likes.

Join her in this world where every woman from the age of 18 on up serves the sexual desires of the men in her community. It's just the new normal for her, but it's a great time for us.


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Betty spread her slender fingers out across the small bump of her belly and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Her blonde hair fell over her petite shoulders and barely covered her swelling breasts. Her clothes were starting to get a little too tight, but she hadn't gone to buy anything larger.

It had been four months since Mr. Addams had decided to knock her up on her eighteenth birthday. She'd noticed her little baby-bump growing for a few weeks, but other people had finally started to notice as well.

"I don't think I've ever looked prettier," she thought, bringing a hand up to one breast while running the other over her rounding belly.

Her breasts were getting more sensitive every day and her boyfriend, Andy, took advantage of that sensitivity every chance he got. She was sure she'd be breast feeding him as well as her new baby once she finally gave birth.

Her phone rang and she dived onto the bed to answer it. "Hi! This is Betty."

"Hey, Bets, you comin' over today?" her boyfriend asked.

"I don't know. Are you going to torture my poor little tits again?" she teased.

"You better fuckin' believe it, babe! I'm going to twist those nipples and suck them dry," he said.

"I don't then. I mean, you get to fuck me and play with my tits until I cry and pass out, but what do I get?" she asked.

"Well, you better do it while you can. Once the baby comes, that'll be his milk," she said, rubbing one of her hardening nipples before letting her hand fall between her legs.

"That kid's gonna have to share. No way I'm givin' up your tits now that they're gettin' big. So, you gonna get that hot, little ass and big tits over here or what?" he asked.

"Well, Mr. Addams said he wants me over at his place tonight. He wants to fuck my ass. Since he's the one that knocked me up, I kinda have to be at his beck and call until the baby comes."

"Awe, c'mon! If you come over right now, you'll still have time to suck my cock and get that hot, little pussy fucked hard."

"Well... Promise me you'll be quick? If you promise you'll be quick, then I'll come over right now. Mr. Addams will be really rough with me if I'm late, you know," she said, adding a little tease to her voice.

"Yeah. Fuck yeah! I'll fuck you fast and hard, you slut. Just get your ass over here already," he said.

She blushed and bit her lower lip. "He's such a romantic boyfriend," she thought.

"Okay. I'll be there in ten minutes. Love you!"

"Love you too, slut," he said before hanging up.

Betty threw on her sandals, grabbed her purse, and bolted out the front door to her pink sedan. She knew Andy had a hard time waiting when he was horny and she didn't want to make him wait too long.

Betty unbuttoned her pants and slid one hand down, thankful that she drove an automatic instead of having to use a stick shift.

"I'll be wet and ready by the time I get to Andy's, so he won't even have to worry about warming me up. Oh, fuck! I'm gonna be so tired by the end of today. First Andy and then Mr. Addams. I'll be lucky if I can walk straight tomorrow," she said to herself while driving and flicking her middle finger over her sensitive clit.

She almost drove past Andy's house, but with a sharp turn, some squealing brakes, and her own little moan as she climaxed, she just managed to slip her car into his driveway.

She hopped out of her car, clicked the button to lock all the doors and walked as fast as she could to the front door. Andy was already there, opening the wooden door, completely naked with his rock-solid cock in his left hand.

"Finally! I've been waiting forever!" he said, but a wink and a nod made it clear he was teasing her.

He pulled her inside, closed the door, shoved her down to her knees, and had his cock pistoning in and out of her sucking mouth, knocking into the back of her throat with each stroke, before she could even say hello. Every few strokes her nose twitched, tickled by the rough hair at the base of his cock. She wondered if he'd ever shave it. "It might be interesting to suck his cock without all the hair around it."

Betty shifted out of her sandals, unzipped her pants, and shimmied out of them without missing a stroke of Andy's cock down her throat. She only pulled herself free of his cock long enough to peel away her shirt, exposing her swelling breasts, so Andy would have a better show while he fucked her mouth.

"Ah! Fuck yeah! April's dad has been fuckin' greedy with you! I've needed to fuck the shit out of you for days!"

"I know, but it's just for a few more mon-mffs," she tried to explain, but Andy just shoved his cock back into her mouth.

"Yeah, I know. Old guys always get first dibs. I can't wait until I'm one of the old guys," he said, daydreaming while he fucked Betty's suckling mouth.

"Mm-hmm," Betty moaned around his cock, trying to keep up her side of the conversation with a cock in her mouth was a skill she'd worked on ever since she'd started dating Andy.

Andy grabbed hold of her head and pulled her back and forth along his, drawing her forward while thrusting, to make each stroke harder, deeper, and faster. After a couple minutes of her gagging, choking, and moaning around his cock, he pulled her free, picked her up in his arms, and carried her into the living room.

She was amazed at how romantic he could be sometimes. Here he was, having to settle for a quick fuck, because Mr. Addams wanted her, and he was still willing to carry her around like a princess!

"It'll be more comfortable on the couch," he said, laying her down and climbing onto the couch between her open legs. "One good thing about April's dad knocking you up is that you finally let me fuck your pussy."

"Yeah, I mean I don't know why I held out for so long, but now that I'm already pregnant, I figure I should at least let my boyfriend fuck me like Mr. Addams does, you know?"

"Ha! I'll fuck you way harder than that old man!" he said, slipping his cock into her slick cunt and starting to work it back and forth.

Betty always told him that he fucked her harder and better than Mr. Addams. It was a little true. The way Andy fucked her was easier on her and left her a lot less sore the next day, but she had to admit that Mr. Addams was a lot rougher and that she only really felt like a woman when she was being fucked into a mindless stupor by him.

Andy's thrusts became harder and drove into her, shaking her body with each thrust. His rough lips found one of her soft, sensitive nipples and he started to suck, taking moments to twirl his tongue around before drinking down the bitter milk she'd started making. When he got one nipple hard, he'd switch to the other and play with the still wet, sensitized one with his fingertips.

"He's getting better at really pounding the shit out of me. Maybe he want's to show up Mr. Addams," she thought.


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