Lisa Loud was not very old in the grand scheme of things - only in her early twenties - but she had lived, thus far, a full and interesting life. She had traveled the world, met with the foremost thinkers of her day, and experienced many things that the average person can only dream of. None of those things, however, could even begin to prepare her for pregnancy.
Since she was a child, Lisa had been fascinated with science and biology. She had read and studied hundreds of books and studies on the subject by the time she was five and had devoted vast swaths of her time to her own research. As a little girl, she carried out experiments that had already been done to reach conclusions that were already common knowledge; it was her way of exploring and understanding the world around her. Some toddlers touched things and put things into their mouths, she ran studies and experiments. She was different from her peers in many ways, but fundamentally the same: A curious and inquisitive child who wanted to comprehend her surroundings and the things which inhabited it.
Reading about something and actually experiencing it are two completely different things, Lisa had discovered. She was arrogant enough at one point to conflate knowledge with experience. She believed that knowing something was the same as understanding it. You can read about war, for instance, and know on an intellectual level that war is hell, but until you've actually expierenced an invasion or a bombing run, you will never truly understand. The same, Lisa found, held true for most everything else.
Especially pregnancy.
The biological processes of pregnancy - the very creation of life itself - endlessly intrigued her and even before she became pregnant herself, she had devoted much time and energy to researching the matter. She knew everything that the body went through from inception to delivery and knew, therefore, exactly what to expect. She knew that she would be hormonal, uncomfortable, but she had no idea how bad it would really be; despite all the reading she did over the years, despite all the preparation she had done once she found out that she was pregnant, the severity of her condition caught her completely off guard. Her body and mind both changed in unexpected ways and things seemed to get worse over time.
Now, she was eight months along and as big as a house. Her feet ached, her back hurt, and she was always tired. She could hardly move without breaking out in a sweat and climbing even a handful of steps left her winded and exhausted. She tried to carry on working but her body refused to allow it, so she reluctantly took maternity leave. Worst of all was the strange and frankly revolting discharge that her vagina sporadically emitted. The mood swings were almost as bad. Her whole life, she had been a calm and even keeled individual who rarely allowed herself to be carried away with emotions, either positive or negative. She felt the full range of human emotion, of course, but she was never one to let feelings control her. If she was happy, she would not jump for joy; if she was sad, she wouldn't make a show of weeping. She did her best to process every emotion and to overcome - or indulge - them in a mature and adult manner.
All of that went out the window when she became pregnant. Now her emotions fluctuated from one extreme to the other, sometimes going back and forth a dozen times in a single afternoon. She would find herself overreacting to minor stimuli, such as laughing hysterically at something that wasn't that amusing and sobbing inconsolably because couldn't find one beaker out of a dozen. Lisa despised those mood swings and her uncharacteristic reaction thereto. She was ashamed of her relative instability. She prided herself on being above base human emotions and on having mastered her own mind and body. Now she was in chaos and she hated it.
There were positive aspects, however, such as feeling her baby move. Hers and David's offspring was exceptionally active, especially at night when Lisa was trying to sleep. The baby kicked, thrashed, and swished about like a goldfish in a bowl; there were times when the baby would shift so suddenly while Lisa was walking that she would nearly fall over. Sometimes, it would feel as though the baby;s foot had become lodged in her ribs and she would have to shake herself like a dog to shift it. Sitting on the couch with her distended belly uncovered, she would watch in a mixture of wonder and horror as the baby's foot pressed against her skin, making little indents that were clearly visible to anyone and everyone.
It was strange, but amazing as well, and already she loved her baby and felt an unbreakable bond with it.
Luckily for her, she didn't have to go through this journey alone, as Darcy was pregnant as well. They both conceived around the same time - perhaps even on the same night - and had gone through every step of the way together. Darcy suffered mood swings as well, and Lisa knew more than a thing or two about the bizarre cravings that plagued her friend. In the early days of her pregnancy, Lisa craved pickle and peanut butter sandwiches. Darcy's cravings were a bit stronger than her own, and far more persistent. Darcy often drizzled chocolate syrup on her pizza and made whipped cream sandwiches. It was the most repulsive thing Lisa had ever seen but Lisa could sympathize with her. They understood one another in a way that no one else seemed to, and their mutual love of David had brought them even closer together. It was comforting to know that Dacy was experiencing the same thing and she loved being able to talk to someone who understood what she was going through.
Lisa and Darcy were due within a week of each other, but Lisa secretly hoped that they would deliver on the same day. Their children would already be close by virtue of proximity and by sharing the same father, so having the same birthday would, as they say, be the icing on the cake. She, David, and Darcy had discussed their future together and had decided to live as one family, with Lisa and Darcy both as, essentially, David's wives. The popular term for such an arrangement was a "throuple." It was unconventional but Lisa liked it; she had never been a stickler for convention anyway. Convention stifles growth and inhibits progress. They had not decided how exactly such a marriage would work, but Lisa preferred a model whereby she and Darcy alternated days being David's primary spouse, including sleeping in the same bed as him. Lisa, theoretically, would take Monday, Wednesday, and Friday while Darcy would have him on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. Lisa did not know who would have him on Sunday. Maybe both of them, maybe neither.
Lisa was new to the throuple concept, so there would definitely be bugs to work out. In fact, she was new to the concept of romantic relationships period. David was the first man she had ever been with. Before him, she had never seriously considered dating. She looked at the idea with a mixture of apathy and mild curiosity, and thought it beneath her. That was a pattern of hers; looking down on things and believing herself too good for them. Many people close to her said that she was "arrogant" and an "egotist." She dismissed those claims for years but had recently come to terms with the fact that they were right. She did have an ego. She was working on it, and one of the first steps she took was to reevaluate her views on dating and romance. She realized that she had always been "fond" of David. They had similar interests and understood one another on a special level that no one else did. They spoke the same language - that of the sciences - and were the proverbial perfect match.
She confessed her growing feelings to Darcy, and was surprised to find that Darcy had "a crush" on David as well. Though Lisa and David were so similar, Darcy was still Lisa's best friend and had been since they were in kindergarten. They had been inseparable for all those years and the thought of being upset with Darcy over liking the same boy, as it were, never once crossed Lisa's mind. They had shared everything over the years, so why couldn't they just share David as well? She and Darcy worked well as a team, and though she hadn't allowed herself to think too much about it, Lisa dreaded the day that they would have to part. No relationship lasts forever, and that was doubly true for friendships forged in childhood. Eventually, you grow up and drift apart in the natural course of things. Even if you and your best friend never fell out, life would inevitably take you in different directions and you would likely outgrow the friendship, no matter how strong it once was.
This way, she and Darcy never had to go through that. They could remain close always, their bond to each other made flesh through their children, just as their bond to David was made flesh. They would raise their children together and together, their family would grow and intertwine like two strands of DNA.
Lisa was very much looking forward to that.
She was not, however, looking forward to the many months of sleepless nights, late feedings, puke, and poop for which she was in store. She wanted very much for her baby to arrive, but there were some aspects of motherhood that she was not especially excited for. Once the baby arrived, it would become her top priority, to her own detriment. Gone would be the days of her, David, and Darcy spending hours in bed together. Would they have time for even a so-called "quickie"? She wasn't sure, but to be on the safe side, she assumed that every waking moment she had would belong to their child. That would leave precious little for her and David.
One Friday evening, while David was at the store picking up dinner, Lisa and Darcy were sitting side by side on the couch. Darcy rested her hand on her own stomach and rubbed a quick, firm circle in an attempt to rouse her baby from its slumber. "Come on," Darcy urged, "Mommy wants to play."
Her hand jumped and she smiled. "Hey, the baby heard and kicked me."
"One day soon you'll wish it would sleep," Lisa said.
Darcy waved her hand. "Nah. I can't wait to be a mom."
"But can you wait for overfull diapers, ceaseless shrieking, and waking up every hour for feedings when you have to be up for work at 6am?"
Darcy opened her mouth but closed it again when she realized that she could wait for those things. "Well…I mean…you have to take the bad with the good," she said at length.
"Of course," Lisa said, "but the fact remains that once we give birth, our time will be consumed by motherhood. We won't have very much time for ourselves, or for David, for that matter. Even if we do get a few minutes alone, we're likely to be too exhausted to make good use of them. Our lives are about to change drastically and the routine we have established thus far will be rendered completely and totally moot."
A slight frown touched Darcy's face and she flicked her eyes to her stomach. "You're a killjoy," Darcy said.
"I don't mean to be," Lisa said, "I'm just a realist. I've brought this topic up simply because I wanted to make you a proposition."
"What's that?" Darcy asked.
Lisa shifted her weight, and the baby shifted in the opposite direction, throwing off her balance and nearly sending her toppling over. "I was thinking that it would be nice to have one last hurrah with David before the babies are born. Sort of a sexy going away party, if you will. I doubt we'll have time to fully enjoy each other sexually for a long time to come, even when the kids are older, so this may be our last chance to really stretch out and indulge ourselves."
"Right," Darcy said and stroked her chin, "that makes sense. Do you have anything specific in mind?"
Shrugging, Lisa said, "I figure now is the time to do as much "freaky shit" quote unquote as possible. Once the kids are here, we'll probably only have time foir vanilla sex for quite a while."
To be perfectly honest, Lisa was not what you might call a sexual deviant (or a "freak" in modern parlance). At least, she did not think of herself as one, though to be fair, what pervert thought they were a pervert? To them, their sexuality proclivities are absolutely commonplace. Lisa did not enjoy the idea of BDSM, feet, scat, or any number of horrifying fetishes that you might find lurking on the fringes of sexual society, but she was adventerous, and there were many unconvention things that she wished to try. If she were completely honest with herself, someone, somewhere, would consider those interests just as depraved as she considered BDSM to be. It's all subjective, really, each one of us has a different viewpoint and an individualized set of values and principles informed by our upbringing and point of view. One thing that intrigued her was food play. That is, the introduction of foodstuffs into the bedroom. She had seen prographic videos on the subject and found them quite stimulating.
She had never shared her fascination with food play with anyone else before, not even Darcy. On some level, she was ashamed of it. Mostly, however, she wasn't sure that she actually wanted to try it. Some things, she had found, were better in theory than they were in practice. The time to decide, however, was now, and if she didn't try it soon, she likely wouldn't have the time or the energy to try it at all.
As if reading her mind, Darcy asked, "What kind of freaky shit do you want to do? You're not exactly into that kind of thing."
"I wouldn't say that," Lisa said. "I have my kinks."
Darcy laughed. "Oh, yeah? What kinks?"
Taking a deep breath, Lisa told her. Darcy listened intently, then grinned to herself. "That's kind of strange, I have to admit," she said, "but it's also kind of hot. Should we do it today? I don't think we have the stuff we need."
"I don't see any reason it shouldn't be today," Lisa said. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and texted David. "I'll have David pick up what we need at the store."
She sent the text, and David replied a minute later with, "Okay." Like Lisa, he never used abbreviations of internet shorthand like "LOL" or "IDK." They both spelled each and every word out as though she were composing a scientific paper and not a text message. What could Lisa say? They were both proud nerds.
"There," Lisa said, "he's getting everything we need now. We should probably prepare." She struggled to her feet and a spasm of pain wracked her lower back. Darcy rolled back and forth in an attempt to stand, then gave up, sweaty and winded. Lisa held out her hand, and Darcy took it. They both grunted and strained, and Lisa had to brace her feet against the floor to keep from tumbling over.
When they were both on their feet, they took a moment to catch their breaths. "This sucks," Darcy said.
"Tell me about it," Lisa said with an eye roll. "Come on, let's get showered. We need to be clean and fresh for David."
David arrived home half an hour later than he originally anticipated. When Lisa texted him, he was at the end of their street, and was forced to turn around and go back to the store to pick up her late requests. That was not out of the ordinary, as both girls experienced sudden onset cravings that he was responsible for fulfilling, nor were the items Lisa requested of him particularly strange. Therefore, he gave the matter nary a second thought as he pulled into the driveway. They were all in keeping with past requests, though he didn't see a way all of them could be combined.
Fortunately for him, he was about to find out.
Parking in the driveway, he got out, grabbed the bags from the back seat, and carried everything inside. The living room was empty and the TV was dark. He went into the kitchen, sat the things on the counter, and listened for any signs of life. Finally, Lisa called down the stairs. "Did you get what I asked?"
"Yes." David called back.
"Bring them upstairs."
Apparently she wanted honey, whipped cream, chocolate cake frosting, and chocolate sauce in bed. She was carrying his child, so as far as David was concerned, what Lisa wanted, Lisa got.
He put all of the sweet things - including sprinkles - into a bag and carried it upstairs. When he got to the room, he was taken aback to see both Darcy and Lisa on the bed in sexy poses, neither one wearing anything but for thin, silky negligee. "Hello, David," Lisa purred.
"What's this?" David asked.
Lisa smiled. "It's two horny girls who want to play a new game with you."
David's dick instantly stirred and twitched awake in its lair. "A game, huh?" he asked. "What kind of game?"
"Come find out," Darcy said.
At Lisa's direction, David unbagged all of the items and arranged them on the nightstand, then stripped down to his underwear. Lisa grabbed him by the front of his boxers and pulled him onto the bed, claiming his lips with her own. Darcy wrapped her arms around him from behind and kissed his neck while Lisa got the supplies. She rubbed honey and chocolate sauce on Darcy's breasts as David watched. Darcy laid back and Lisa stripped her friend naked, covering her in whipped cream, chocolate, and sprinkles. Some cream got on Darcy's lips and Lisa licked it off, making David sweat. Darcy did the same to Lisa, and soon, they were both laid out before David like a pair of ice cream sundaes. David lovingly licked the cream and sprinkles from Darcy's middle, not bothering to stop when he reached her pussy lips. She pressed her thighs against the sides of his head, smearing chocolate all over him, and David squirmed his tongue in her core, tasting the mixture of her juices and the sweet sugar from the whipped cream. He moved up, licking the chocolate and honey from her breasts. Next came Lisa. He kissed her deeply and then lapped the mounds of whipped cream and cake frosting from her tits. When she was clean, she rolled him onto his back and covered his dick with warm, melted chocolate. He knew in the back of his mind that it could possibly cause an infection, but it felt good, and he didn't care.
Darcy left and came back with a tub of ice cream. She spooned some into her mouth and then went down on David; the combination of the cold dessert and the warm chocolate knocked a gasp from David's lungs. She swirled her tongue around his shaft and bobbed her head up and down. Lisa took a bite of cake frosting and kissed David. They passed it back and forth between each other's mouths. Lisa poured honey on David's chest and licked it off, paying special attention to his nipples. She and Darcy traded places, and Lisa took David to the back of her throat. Darcy traced whipped cream around David's lips and then licked it off.
Lisa climbed onto David's lap and sank onto his dick, her body hot and wet, feeling just as tight as they had their first time. Darcy and David both painted Lisa's breasts with chocolate and whipped cream then licked it off. Once Lisa had cum, they had Darcy stretch out on her stomach and drizzled chocolate across her plump ass. "That feels funny," she giggled. David laid his hands on her lower back and gently licked the chocolate from her skin. Taking hold of her shoulders, he jerked into her from behind, and she let out a happy moan. She clutched the pillow and pushed back into his thrusts, her breathing came in sharp pants and the bed creaking beneath their weight.
When he was close, David pulled out, aimed his dick and Darcy's butt cheek, and let loose; silvery sperm mixed with brown chocolate and dribbled down the crack of Darcy's ass. Lisa bent over and lapped it greedily up like a thirsty dog at a water dish.
David still had some life left in him, so he pinned Lisa to the bed and fucked her as hard as he could. His dick slid in and out of her, producing a wet sound, and their fluids mingled with honey, chocolate, and whipped cream to form a sicky grue that oozed down their thighs and over David's slapping balls. She held her legs straight up in a V, then wrapped them around David's waist. David grabbed handfuls of the sheet and slammed harder, his face screwed up in mindless determination. He turned into a real animal when they had sex and Lisa loved it. There was something exciting about unleashing the beast within, the beast that only she (and Darcy) got to see.
Burying his face in the side of her throat, David kissed and nipped her flesh as his thrusts reached fever pitch. Finally, he gave one last thrust and froze; his dick expanded inside of her and his hot seed flooded her womb, making her breath catch. David shook and trembled as his orgasm coursed out of his depths and flowed into hers, and Lisa clung to him in a naked, sweaty embrace, tensing and relaxing her thighs to draw as much out of him as she possibly could.
"That was pretty fun," Darcy said, "but my ass is all sticky."
"I have chocolate in places chocolate should not be," David said.
"So do I," Lisa said and sat up, "in fact, your seminal fluid is mixed with chocolate." She looked down at her pussy; his cum indeed mixed with chocolate as it oozed out of her.
She didn't know if she would ever want to do this again, but she was glad that she got to try it at least once.
And not a moment too soon, for the next day, she went into labor.
Lisa and Darcy gave birth five minutes apart at Royal Woods General Hospital, Lisa at 2:53pm and Darcy at 2:58. They were in the same room so that David could be present for both deliveries. Lisa gave birth to a 6 pound 10 oz baby boy that she named David Jr. and Darcy had a 5 pound 3 ounce girl that she named Darla. Sitting in an uncomfortable hospital armchair between their beds, David held both of his children, David Jr. in one arm and Darla in the other. In all the photographs from that day, he looked scared and intimidated. Lisa and Darcy, for their parts, looked exhausted.
The days and months ahead found the three of them struggling to adapt to their new lives. They were tired and grumpy, but they were all in love with each other and with their children.
That more than made up for it all.
THE END
