Gangbang With The Beasts by Bree Bellucci

GANGBANG WITH THE BEASTS
     
     
    By
    Bree Bellucci
     
     
     
    SMASHWORDS EDITION
     
     
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    PUBLISHED BY:
    Bree Bellucci on Smashwords
     
     
    GANGBANG WITH THE BEASTS
    Copyright © 2012 by Bree Bellucci
     
     
    This book is a work of fiction and any
resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or
locales is purely coincidental.  The characters are
productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
     
     
    Adult Reading Material
    The material in this document contains
explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only
and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age.
     
     
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    GANGBANG WITH THE BEASTS
     
     
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    The exercise studio at Christiana Hospital
was full of panting sweaty women, with their bulging bellies
heaving up and down stressing the seams of their yoga pants. There
was soft music playing in the background, some satellite radio Top
40 station, the latest Katy Perry song was playing for the fifth
time that hour.
    “All right ladies! That should do it for
today, I am so proud of all of you, especially the girls who look
ready to pop,” shouted the yoga instructor with a big grin across
her face. She was a fit energetic woman with bleached blonde hair
pulled back in a tight pony tail that accentuated her face lift.
Emily was put off by the instructor more often than not, perhaps it
was her blatantly fake boob job and the fact that she still wore
the same sized sports bra’s she wore before the surgery.
Personalities aside, Emily had to admit that the instructor was a
great motivator and fairly knowledgeable.
    Emily and Claire had been coming to the
pregnant yoga classes for the past few weeks. Their doctor
suggested that they stay active and keep exercising to ensure that
their pregnancies go smoothly. He prescribed pregnant yoga three
times a week and pregnant massages at least once a week, Emily
looked forward to the massages much more.
    “Hey Em what do you say we hit the Starbucks
and get a couple of Frappuccinos?” Claire asked, “I’m so fucking
thirsty.” She wiped the sweat from her brow and adjusted her sports
bra.
    “Do you have to wear just that bra to class?
You look like such a skank with those tits popping out, you’re
giving the instructor a run for her money,” Emily jibbed.
    “I suppose I should wear a big baggy t-shirt
to yoga like you? I’m sorry but just because I’m pregnant doesn’t
mean I can’t still be sexy. I need all the positive reinforcement I
can get right now and it’s nice to know that some men would still
want to fuck me even though I look like a cow,” she defended
herself. “Don’t tell me you hate when guys stare at your body
undressing you with their eyes, it makes you feel good too.”
    “Yeah I get it but the funny thing is that
there are no men in this class! It’s a pregnant yoga class, how
many men do you know that are pregnant?” Emily laughed.
    “Kiss my ass, besides Starbucks is a couple
of blocks away and I say we walk there to see how many glances we
can catch on the way.” Claire looked at Emily up and down, checking
out her best friends figure, “You still got it Em, you’re tits are
bigger than mine right now! And your ass looks great in those yoga
pants. I was talking to Jim last night and he said that most guys
find pregnant women even more attractive.”
    “Funny you should mention that, I was talking
to Brandon last night and he told me that my breasts were getting
bigger because he thought they were filling with milk. What an
idiot.” She dwelled on the thought for a minute, “But I guess it is
nice that he still desires me, he certainly looks at me differently
lately but I like it.”
    “See? Now take that horrible t-shirt off you
look like a trucker, and let’s go soak up some confidence,” Claire
said with an enthusiastic smile.
    Emily gave in after murmuring a few choice
words under her breath. She grabbed her shirt