Shared by My Neighbors – Forbidden Fun Read Online Cassandra Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
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Carl gives me one last, long, lingering look before seating himself in a lawn chair as the other men do the same. I prance to the center of the grassy area, and do a small spin so that my blonde tresses fly out even as the filmy robe floats gently in the air.

“Thank you for participating in our birthing ceremony. I believe it was previously called an engorgement ritual, but I’ve tweaked a couple things and believe that the term “birthing” is more apropos. You’ll see why in a minute. But in the meantime, I want to show my appreciation for you being here, and make sure that it’s worth your while. After all, I’ve learned so much from all of you and it’s my turn to give back now.”

With that, I spin again in a circle, but this time, my fingers undo the tie of my robe, and the silvery material slips off my shoulders until I’m clad in nothing but moonlight. My curves glimmer ivory, my breasts large and round. The enormous sacks of cream jiggle a bit, and the men gasp as I lift one to my lips for a light kiss on the nipple.

“Yes, this is a religious ritual,” I hum. “But it’s going to be fun, okay? Meanwhile, our brother the red-tailed hawk is observing from his perch in the tree, and with this birthing ceremony, we will solidify our position as adherents of the Order of the Raptor.”

Some of the men murmur and shift in their chairs a bit because they haven’t decided that they absolutely want to be dues-paying members of our new religion. But I’m going to change their minds because I’ve already decided: this is my chance to be a real-life goddess worshipped by handsome men, and I’m going to seize the opportunity. I definitely am not going to pass this by.

With another soft smile, I lift my other tit to my lips for a kiss on that nipple too before suckling it a bit as the men moan.

“Take yourselves out,” I invite throatily. “I want to see your throbbing members.”

My audience obeys immediately and within seconds, I’m treated to the sight of six huge poles, pulsing with veins, and leaking from the tip. James, Carl, and Chris are overflowing with so much ejaculate that long strings of semen literally drip from their tips to hit the floor between their legs.

“Hurry,” Chris rasps, a begging note to his voice. “Show us what you have, baby.”

“Entertain us,” Herbert adds devilishly, his blue eyes eating me up. “I know you can, Goddess.”

“I can indeed,” I wink before backing up until my curvaceous bottom is pressed against the outdoor table. Then, I lift my legs so that my pussy and ass are facing the men, the holes gleaming in the moonlight. “This isn’t your average birthing session though. This is a real birthing session,” I coo before leaning back on my elbows and beginning to push with my vaginal walls. I’ve never given birth before but as a sexy woman, I’ve always used a lot of toys and before the ritual, I took the opportunity to slip six purple and pink eggs into my vaginal canal. No one had any idea, but now, as I strain, I see the men’s eyes go wide as they watch a sliver of hot pink begin to appear between my pussy lips.

“What the?” Carl rasps.

“The fuck?” Hoover grinds out, his eyes fixated to the slit between my legs. “What the hell is going on?”

I merely let my head fall back as a throaty moan escapes my lips. “I’m birthing,” I pant. “It’s coming, it’s coming …”

Then, with a loud pop, the first egg drops out of my vagina. The pink ovoid is about one inch long, and half an inch in diameter, and it’s coated with a combination of pussy fluids and lube.

“The hell?” Herbert gasps as he stares at the dirty sex toy. “Holy shit!”

But before anyone can say anything else, I push again and this time, I deliver a purple egg.

“I’m birthing,” I gasp. “And it feels so good!”

After all, there’s a fetish where men watch as women give birth to fake eggs. It’s generally found in the sci-fi/fantasy community, but as a woman in touch with my needs, I’ve dabbled before. When I found these eggs while going through my toy chest, I immediately had a good feeling and inserted them into my pussy during my evening shower. Now, the eggs are coming in handy because the men are awestruck as I continue birthing the pink and purple-colored ovoids, my pussy lips stretching again and again until six eggs wobble between my spread thighs.

“I’m done,” I gasp, deflating a bit. “Goodness, that was more difficult than I thought!”

“Holy shit,” Carl rasps, his eyes still fixed on the scene. “Baby, where’d you learn to do that?”


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