Beginning of a long journey

Two months after the postpartum breeding ceremony, Meena’s second pregnancy was officially confirmed. At 48, she was glowing with fertility, her belly already showing a soft, rounded swell. Her breasts had grown even heavier with milk, and her hips seemed wider, more inviting. The entire family celebrated with a special pooja, during which I remained dressed in a red bridal saree, my massive DD-cup breasts spilling out of the tight blouse as Meena proudly rubbed her belly against my enormous chest.
From the moment the pregnancy was confirmed, Meena became insatiable. She wanted me almost daily — craving the feeling of her busty bride deep inside her while her belly grew.

The First Pregnant Breeding Session
It was a humid Saturday afternoon. Meena summoned me to the master bedroom while Priya, Anika, and Lakshmi rested.
I entered wearing a deep maroon silk saree with a low-cut blouse that barely restrained my heavy tits. The ornate gold nath with its long pearl-and-ruby chain swayed across my cheek. Meena lay on the bed in a loose maternity saree, her swollen belly prominently displayed.
“Come here, my beautiful Rani,” she purred, tugging on my nath chain and pulling me into a deep kiss. “Fuck your pregnant Mommy properly.”
I climbed onto the bed carefully. We undressed each other slowly. Meena opened my blouse, freeing my massive breasts. She latched onto one thick nipple, sucking greedily while I moaned, my cock already rock-hard and tenting the saree. I hiked up her maternity saree and petticoat, exposing her wet, pregnant pussy.
I positioned myself between her thick thighs and pushed my throbbing cock into her. Meena gasped loudly, her hands gripping my heavy breasts as I sank deep.
“Harder, dulhan… I can take it,” she moaned.
I started with long, deep strokes, my enormous tits bouncing and slapping against her swollen belly with every thrust. The exotic nath chain swung rhythmically, brushing her skin. Meena’s pregnant belly jiggled softly as I fucked her. I leaned down and sucked on her leaking nipples, drinking her warm milk while pounding deeper.
We changed positions. Meena got on all fours, her heavy belly hanging low. I entered her from behind, gripping her wide hips as I thrust hard. My massive DD breasts rested on her back, nipples dragging across her skin. The sound of my hips slapping against her ass filled the room, mixed with the constant tinkling of the bells on my nath.
Arjun joined us midway. He slid behind me and pushed his thick cock into my ass, matching my rhythm. Every powerful thrust from him drove me deeper into pregnant Meena. I stayed rock-hard the entire time, my cock buried inside her fertile, pregnant pussy.
Meena came first, crying out in ecstasy, her walls clenching tightly around me. I followed moments later, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her womb while moaning like a bride in heat. Arjun filled my ass right after.
We stayed locked together, my cock still inside her, gently grinding as cum leaked around us.

Regular Pregnant Sex Rituals
As Meena’s belly grew larger over the next months, our sessions became even more frequent and ritualistic:
• Morning Milk & Breeding: I would wake her by sucking her full, leaking breasts, then fuck her gently in spoon position, my huge tits pressed against her back and one hand rubbing her swollen belly.
• Afternoon Rough Sessions: Meena loved being taken hard while pregnant. She would ride me reverse cowgirl, her pregnant belly bouncing as she slammed down on my cock, my massive breasts jiggling wildly beneath her. She especially loved when Arjun fucked my ass at the same time, turning me into a moaning, thrusting bridge between them.
• Nath Chain Play: She developed an obsession with my nath. During sex she would tug on the chain, pull it into her mouth, or wrap it around my nipples while I fucked her. The constant pulling on my sensitive piercing kept me painfully hard.
One particularly intense night in her sixth month, Meena wanted everything. She lay on her back with pillows supporting her heavy belly. I fucked her pussy for nearly thirty minutes in deep missionary, my enormous breasts mashed against her own milk-filled tits. Then Arjun took my ass while I stayed buried inside her. All three of us moved together in long, sweaty strokes until I filled Meena with another huge load while she squirted around my cock.
Priya, Anika, and Lakshmi often watched or joined, rubbing their own pregnant bellies and sucking on my tits while I bred Meena.

By the time Meena was eight months pregnant with her second child, she was more radiant and horny than ever. She would waddle into my room at odd hours, lift her maternity saree, and demand I fuck her against the wall or on all fours, her big belly swinging as I thrust deep.
“You made me pregnant again, Rani,” she would moan, tugging my nath chain. “Now keep fucking your pregnant Mommy every single day.”
My life as the family’s busty, nath-wearing bride had reached a new peak — constantly traveling and working as an escort, yet always returning home to breed and pleasure my heavily pregnant lovers, especially Meena, whose second pregnancy only made her crave me more.