Chapter 12.

Armad taxi became a regular feature outside our house, either Armad alone, or more often one or two of his many friends accompanied him, all in need of sexual release, the stained bed sheets were in the wash most days as Wendy's cunt couldn't cope with the amount of cum that was produced, she would often have a stiff cock in all three holes.

Armad was confident confided he had knocked Wendy up the first time he visited her, he had felt his cock head pressing against the hole in Wendy's cervix, about a inch had wedged in it, so when he released his cum it went straight into her womb, that if it was the right time of the month a little brown baby would be growing inside of her belly.

A few months later Wendy's belly began to swell as Armads baby began to grow, sadly with all the cock Wendy had to endure she had a miscarriage at three months, that was a wake up call that things were getting out of hand, (two many cooks spoil the broth) is what they say, well two many cocks had spoilt Wendy, a week after her miscarriage Armad called with flowers and other offerings of support, but that cock in his shalwar kameez smock was raising.

Unable to constrain his lust he released his monstrous penis and bade Wendy to suck him dry, Wendy was not feeling her best and refused, Armad slapped her face and demanded she open her mouth and take him, reluctantly Wendy did as he commanded, Armrad thrust his hard cock until it wedged in her throat then began to throat fuck her, after a dozen thrusts Spurt after spurt of his baby batter flooded Wendy's throat and slithered into her stomach.

Armrad left Wendy's his balls drained, he told her he would be back the next day to empty his sac again, Wendy was distraught and that night we decided to move, she couldn't stand the thought of being impregnated by Armrad again, reluctantly Gran helped us move, firstly to a friends then we bought a cottage in a small village where nobody knew us.

Gran kept us informed how Armad had questioned her as to our whereabouts, she had done as we asked and told Armrad we had upped and left without a word, the one compromise was that Peter had volunteered to drive Wendy's Gran to visit us, we knew what that would lead to.

A few weeks after settling in our cottage Gran and Peter visited while I was at work, they didn't want me spoiling what Peter had obviously come for, £50 changed hands and Wendy laid on bed, legs wide apart as 72yr old Peter rammed his cock up Wendy's love tunnel, Gran smiled to herself, Wendy might have moved fifty miles away but she still had control over her young cunt, Gran was determined to get her money's worth out of it.

When I came home from my knew job of working on a farm Wendy told me about her visitors, she said that it was worth letting Peter have his way to keep Gran on her side, she didn't want Armrad and his many friends finding out where we lived.

As the weeks and months went by I was becoming restless at the lack of action between Wendy's thighs, we visited the local pub and made a few friends, but it was bulls I was looking for, there were plenty of four legged ones in the fields, I couldn't see Wendy taking a Aberdeen Angus bull, but a guy I worked with told me about a dogging site a few miles away, a petition was being raised to close a picnic site and our employer was after buying it, to continue.