The Donor
Copyright© 2026 by Eros Alban
Chapter 12: First Meetup
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12: First Meetup - In Kidridge the latest trend is chosing sperm donor #347 to get pregnant. Most women go to the clinic for their top donor while some have found out who he is and get their baby from the source.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wimp Husband Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Aunt Nephew Grand Parent BDSM MaleDom Light Bond Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Public Sex Size
Early morning golden sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the barn loft, bathing Ethan’s large, rumpled bed in a warm, honeyed glow. The air was still thick with the scent of sex — sweat, cum, and the sweet musk of two very satisfied women. Isabella stirred first, her body deliciously sore in the best possible way. Ethan had woken them both hours earlier with his usual morning hunger, fucking them hard and deep until they were trembling, dripping messes. He’d left them tangled together in a heap of limbs and sheets before heading out to the fields, his parting kiss still lingering on their skin.
Beside her, Kaylee murmured softly, her athletic body pressing closer. Kaylee was a stunning early-twenties beauty with sun-kissed skin, toned legs from years of farm work and sports, and a lithe frame that was just beginning to show the very first hints of pregnancy. Her belly had the softest, tiniest swell — barely noticeable unless you knew to look — the result of a passionate night several weeks ago when she had finally joined the Thompson family’s secret.
Kaylee had come over last night specifically to share the news of her positive test, but Ethan’s insatiable appetite had turned the evening into a long, sweaty celebration before anyone could talk.
Isabella smiled sleepily and rolled toward her best friend and secret lover. Their lips met in a slow, deep kiss that quickly grew heated. Tongues danced lazily, tasting each other with familiar affection. Isabella’s hand slid down to rest gently on Kaylee’s tiny five-week bump, stroking the warm, smooth skin with tender reverence.
“Mmm ... you’re already glowing,” Isabella whispered against Kaylee’s mouth.
Kaylee shivered, her own hand moving to cup Isabella’s more pronounced sixteen-week belly. She kissed the swell softly, then higher, capturing one of Isabella’s fuller, sensitive breasts and sucking gently on a darkened nipple.
“You’re the one who’s glowing, Bella,” Kaylee murmured, voice husky. “Carrying his baby looks so fucking good on you.”
Their kisses deepened, hands roaming with growing need. Isabella rolled on top, straddling Kaylee’s hips for a moment so their pregnant bellies pressed together — one small and new, the other beautifully rounded and firm. The sensation sent a fresh wave of arousal through both of them.
Unable to wait any longer, Isabella shifted, turning around and lowering herself into a perfect sixty-nine. She settled her dripping pussy over Kaylee’s eager mouth while leaning down to bury her face between Kaylee’s toned thighs.
Both women moaned loudly into each other’s cunts as their tongues made contact.
Isabella licked slow and broad at first, savoring the sweet, creamy taste of her lover’s arousal. She swirled her tongue around Kaylee’s swollen clit, then sucked it gently between her lips while sliding two fingers into her tight, soaking hole. Kaylee gasped and bucked, returning the favor with hungry devotion — long licks through Isabella’s puffy folds, tongue-fucking her pregnant pussy while moaning vibrations traveled straight to her core.
“God, Bella— your pussy tastes even better when you’re pregnant,” Kaylee panted between licks. “So wet ... so sweet...”
Isabella whimpered, grinding down against Kaylee’s face as she worked her tongue faster. “The group chat ... it’s exploding,” she gasped, voice muffled against Kaylee’s sex. “Over two hundred women now ... all talking about how fertile he is ... how they can’t stop using the replica while fantasizing about the real thing...”
Kaylee moaned loudly, sucking harder on Isabella’s clit. “It’s so fucking hot,” she breathed, fingers curling inside Isabella. “All those women carrying his babies ... and none of them know it’s Ethan. Fuck— I get wet every time I read the new messages.”
Their pace grew more frantic. Isabella fucked Kaylee’s face with shallow rolls of her hips while devouring her in return — licking, sucking, and plunging her tongue deep. Their moans and wet, obscene sounds filled the sunlit loft. Kaylee’s thighs began to tremble around Isabella’s head as her own tiny pregnant belly quivered with building pleasure.
“W-we should ... host a small meetup,” Kaylee gasped mid-lick, voice breaking with pleasure. “Right here ... at the big house. Private ... beautiful ... no one would ever suspect. Just a girls’ day for pregnant friends ... Oh fuck, Bella— right there—!”
Isabella’s eyes fluttered as the idea sent a thrill of nervous, wicked excitement through her. Hosting the Legacy Circle right under Ethan’s nose? The risk made her clit throb against Kaylee’s tongue.
“Yes— fuck yes,” Isabella moaned, sucking harder. “Let’s do it ... I want them here...”
The confession pushed them both over the edge. Kaylee came first with a muffled cry, her thighs clamping around Isabella’s head as her pussy gushed against her lover’s tongue. Isabella followed seconds later, grinding down hard as a powerful orgasm ripped through her pregnant body, flooding Kaylee’s mouth with her release.
They stayed locked together through the aftershocks, licking each other clean with soft, loving strokes until the pleasure finally ebbed.
Isabella carefully turned around and collapsed beside Kaylee, both of them breathing hard and glowing. They curled into each other, hands resting protectively on one another’s bellies — the tiny new swell and the beautifully rounded one.
“We’re really doing this,” Isabella whispered, a mix of arousal and anxious excitement in her voice. “The whole sisterhood ... here at the farmhouse.”
Kaylee kissed her deeply, tasting herself on Isabella’s lips. “It’s perfect. And incredibly dangerous.” She smiled, eyes sparkling. “I can’t wait.”
Two days after her heated morning with Kaylee, Isabella sat on the edge of the bed in the barn loft, heart racing as her thumbs flew across her phone screen. The Legacy Circle group chat was already buzzing with good-morning messages and bump updates. Taking a steadying breath, she typed the invitation she and Kaylee had finalized:
Isabella T.:
Hey sisters 💕 The energy in this group has been so beautiful and supportive. I was thinking ... what if we did a small, private in-person “Bump Support & Relaxation Day”? My family’s farmhouse has tons of space, shaded porches, and river views. It would be completely private and comfortable. Just us, good food, and real talk. Who’s in? Early next week?
She hit send before she could overthink it.
The responses came flooding in almost instantly.
Lauren M.: YES!! I’m in. Bringing Elias with me 🥰
Livia O.: Count me in! This is exactly what we need.
Jenna C.: Omgggg I’m already packing my favorite sundress.
Tessa R.: Twins and I will be there! Can’t wait to meet everyone IRL.
Marie K.: Absolutely. Thank you for hosting, Isabella!
Claire B.: I’m there. This group is changing my life.
By the end of the hour, eleven women had confirmed, with two more tentatively saying they’d try to make it. Kaylee, of course, replied with a string of heart emojis and a private message full of filthy encouragement.
The morning of the meetup dawned warm and golden. Late-summer air hung heavy and fragrant over the Thompson farmhouse, carrying the sweet scent of ripening peaches and apples from the orchards. Cicadas buzzed in a constant, rhythmic chorus while a gentle breeze drifted in from the Kin River, rustling the leaves and stirring the sheer curtains on the wraparound porch.
Isabella, Sophia, and Kaylee spent the morning transforming the space. They arranged oversized cushioned chairs and outdoor sofas under the shaded porch and beneath the ancient oak trees near the river path. Soft blankets were draped over seating areas, portable fans hummed quietly, and a long table was laden with fresh orchard fruit, sliced melons, berries, homemade herbal teas, pregnancy-safe snacks, and chilled infused water. The whole area felt welcoming, luxurious, and deeply private.
Isabella’s nerves were electric. Every few minutes she caught herself glancing toward the fields or the barn loft, half expecting Ethan to appear. The thrill of hosting the entire Legacy Circle — the secret sisterhood created by her little brother’s potent seed — right here on their family land made her thighs press together with secret arousal.
The first cars began pulling up the long gravel drive around 10 a.m.
Lauren arrived first, pushing a stroller with a bright-eyed Elias. She stepped out in a flowing sundress that hugged her post-pregnancy curves, pulling Isabella into a warm, lingering hug. “This place is gorgeous,” she breathed. “You’re an angel for hosting.”
Livia followed close behind, then Jenna, whose four-month bump was proudly displayed in a tight tank top. Tessa arrived with her noticeable twin bump, moving with careful grace. Marie, Claire, Kaylee, and the others trickled in one by one. Each new arrival brought enthusiastic hugs, compliments on growing bellies, and immediate pregnancy chatter.
“Oh my god, your bump is so perfect,” Jenna gushed to Isabella, gently resting both hands on her sixteen-week swell. “So round and cute already.”
“You should see yours,” Isabella replied with a genuine smile, even as heat flushed through her body. “That glow is unreal.”
The women cooed over Elias, who babbled happily in his stroller. Sophia moved easily among the group, playing the perfect gracious hostess while remaining blissfully unaware of the deeper truth binding them all. Kaylee caught Isabella’s eye more than once, offering a small, knowing smirk that sent fresh butterflies through Isabella’s stomach.
As the group settled into the shaded seating with drinks and snacks, the conversation flowed effortlessly — bump sizes, cravings, how their breasts had grown tender and heavy, the wild spikes in libido. Laughter rang out across the porch, mixing with the distant hum of a Hoover Tractor working the far orchard blocks and the soft murmur of the river.
Isabella smiled and nodded along, playing the perfect host, but inside her pulse thundered. Every glowing pregnant woman here carried Ethan’s child. And none of them — except Kaylee — had any idea that the handsome, hardworking young man who lived and worked on this very farm was the mysterious, potent Donor #347 they all fantasized about.
The danger and the thrill of it all made her nipples tighten beneath her light sundress.
After the gentle orchard walk, the group returned to their shaded sanctuary beneath the ancient oaks. The late-summer sun had climbed higher, wrapping the farm in a warm, humid embrace. Several women loosened their clothing for comfort — light sundresses slipped off shoulders, tops were removed entirely, leaving many of them in just bras or completely topless, their fuller, heavier breasts and rounded pregnant bellies on full display in the dappled sunlight.
The conversation, which had started sweet and supportive, gradually deepened into something far more explicit.
Tessa leaned back against a pile of cushions, her twin bump glistening with a light sheen of sweat. “I can’t even tell you how horny I’ve been. I used the replica last night for almost an hour straight. I just kept imagining it was the real #347 stretching me open, filling me up properly.”
Jenna nodded eagerly, one hand idly circling her own belly. “Same. I had the wildest wet dream two nights ago. He had me bent over, breeding me so deep while I begged for another baby. Woke up humping my pillow and soaked. Pregnancy has turned me into such a slut for his seed.”
The women laughed, but the laughter was husky, charged with shared arousal. More stories spilled out — detailed descriptions of riding the realistic dildo while moaning the donor’s number, fantasies of being taken hard and knocked up the old-fashioned way, how their bodies craved that potent cock they’d never actually felt.
Isabella guided the discussion with a calm, encouraging smile, asking gentle questions that drew even the shyer women out. Inside, however, she was burning alive. Every filthy word about Donor #347 was a direct tribute to her little brother — the same man who had fucked her senseless that very morning before leaving for the fields. Her pussy throbbed constantly, her sixteen-week belly tight with nervous, delicious tension.
Kaylee caught her eye from across the circle and gave her a wicked little smirk.
While the group was distracted by a particularly graphic story from Marie about riding her replica in front of a mirror, pretending #347 was watching her, Kaylee silently slipped behind Isabella. No one noticed.
Isabella felt warm hands on her hips, then the unmistakable thick, blunt head of the full-size replica of Ethan’s cock pressing against her soaked entrance beneath her sundress. She barely had time to stifle a gasp before Kaylee pushed it deep inside her in one smooth, relentless motion.
“Fuck—!” Isabella whispered sharply, eyes fluttering as the massive 10-inch dildo stretched her pregnant cunt wide. It was still warm — Kaylee must have been carrying it hidden, slick with lube or her own arousal. The realistic veins and fat head dragged perfectly against her sensitive walls, filling her completely.
Kaylee leaned in close, lips brushing Isabella’s ear as she gave the toy a firm twist, seating it fully inside her. “Stay quiet, Bella,” she breathed. “Let them keep talking about your little brother’s cock while you’re stuffed full of it.”
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