#Babymachine (Baby Crazy 1)

Our unofficial president rapped a gavel and shouted for us to settle down. Was the gavel really necessary? This wasn’t exactly a meeting of the Supreme Court. But fine. Whatever. I just wanted this to be over.

“Ahem. All Hail!”

Again, I rolled my eyes. This was cheesy shit, real over the top, but again, fine. Time is of the essence.

And at last, the meeting started. Jonas took the floor first. He was cocky, swaggering up to the fireplace and fussing with a portable projector, humming and whirring. Then the image of a blonde flashed onto the blank white wall. A rich bitch type, wearing some kind of equestrian outfit. Tall, shiny brown boots. Tight camel pants. A white shirt over her mostly flat chest. She was pretty and her smile said she knew it.

“I took my virgin the day after we made the bet,” he announced. “I didn’t have to go through any fake bullshit. I just put an ad in the paper for a cherry to bust and it practically dropped into my lap.”

The image on his projector changed. Same girl. This time she was naked and had her ass up, legs spread for the camera. Wide enough to see her pink pussy, dripping and open, slutty smile coy as she preened for the photographer. But that hymen looked real enough. And the look on her face said she knew all about what was about to happen and wanted it bad.

Jonas laughed and pulled a pair of panties out of his pocket.

“After riding some horses, this chick spread them for me. Hell, I recommend equestriennes, gentlemen. The exercise gets them good and limber.”

Fuck. In a past life, I would have laughed with the other dudes, but now it was just uninteresting. I didn’t need this.

But Jonas was on a roll.

“So I fucked her good and took her out for lunch afterwards. Haven’t seen the woman since, though my phone’s been ringing off the hook,” he smirked. The boy threw the panties down in the middle of the floor with a flourish, like he was issuing a challenge. They were pale pink and blood stained. “If you want more pics, I got ‘em, plus video. She doesn’t know about the video part,” came that evil smirk.

The guys instantly clamored for live-action proof and Jonas chuckled, like he had been waiting for this moment. He pressed a button and the sound of two voices filled the room. Him and a girl with a surprisingly deep voice.

“You want to put it in my pussy now, Jonas?” the baritone female chanted. “Right here? Right in this hot hole? It’s all for you,” she crooned.

I didn’t bother looking at the screen.

Jesus. How long was this shit going to take? I barely hid my annoyance. It was like being at a board meeting. All these guys taking out their dicks and measuring them for no damn reason, save ego.

But finally it ended. Jonas crowed long and hard, pumping his hips forwards and back, miming the hot sex. Yeah, right. I bet she was as dry as a bone. Shit, loser. You paid a professional? No way was she a virgin, all that was an act. Get real.

But people were eager to move on, to tell their own stories. And the guys who went after him felt they had to do even more. One guy even wanted to go grab a hooker from downstairs to act out the shit, but there was no time.

And finally it was the billionaire before me. Reginald, of course. That loser could get girls to bend over for him just by opening his mouth. Chicks dig sexy English accents, you can milk that shit for money.

And Reggie didn’t let us down.

“I caught two for the price of one,” he lilted with a smarmy grin. “Twins who did absolutely everything together. And I mean everything.”

The room went wild. Guys jumped up to slap him on the back like he was the second coming of the Messiah. They begged to see his evidence, tumbling over one another like eager puppies.

“No fucking way!” Jonas whined. “I don’t believe you did any of that. I call bull.”

“Unlike most of you gentlemen, I’ve always been a bit of an overachiever,” he smirked, whipping out photos.

And sure enough, the images showed identical twins, dark haired and hot, blowing kisses at the camera. The next series of shots showed them tonguing each other down below, then Reginald’s dick punching into a tight and hairy hole. Which twin could have been anyone’s guess. But then the next shot was of the same dick, smeared in blood, dipping into a shaved snatch. Oh, I get it now. Two girls who are twins, one who shaved, and one who didn’t. That was the differentiating factor.

“I had them both, one after the other,” he boasted in that clipped accent, like he was better than everyone else. “I had my cock buried balls deep in two snatches. As soon as I fucked one and made her bleed, her sister was right there, begging for her turn. Can you believe it? Identical twins with identical twin snatches,” he smirked. “If any of you want to try, just let me know. They’re up for hire.”