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I'd be watching and stroking
I woulda said sorry buddy but I wasn’t
That Ahhhhhh moment 😁
Ah what I need desperately right now….. Being that I’m so fertile
This is just to silly to pass up!
Cumming Balls Deep in her vagina…
1. This feeling when you are about to ejaculate, her pussy lips clamped down hard on your shaft as you slide in and out for those last few hits against her cervix.
2. The heavy breathing, her high pitch moaning as you race toward your goal knowing she isn’t on birth control and very fertile.
3. The extra lubrification of her pussy as she prepare for your impending delivery, when her hips begin rocking with your swing in perfect synch.
4. When you ejaculate, that last trust that ripples through her body as you pin your cockhead against the entrance of her cervix and watch her face as the first ropes of your sperm travels down your shaft directly inside her uterus.
5. When you have completely emptied your balls, as the twitching subsides and the breathing slows down, your cockhead disconnects from her cervix and you exit her vagina and see that nothing, not even a drop, is escaping her fertile vagina.
I love that feeling. ❤️
All. Of. This.
He was Kiera’s father. Kiera was my friend. I was her roommate.
Just a Story…
The first time I walked into my new apartment, he’d been there. He looked great; I took him for late 30s. I’d thought he was Kiera’s date, or maybe she’d hired movers. He watched my eyes, not my chest; he listened, like guys my age don’t. He laughed. He asked questions about my major. His name was Samuel.
Looking back, I started setting it up right away. I tossed my hair. I touched his bicep. I smiled, I laughed, I looked at him, then looked away, I couldn’t keep my hands of my neck. I know he caught it; he touched my arm, he stood legs apart, he touched my hands. His hands were rough, wonderfully rough. He saw my reaction; her commented that it was from years of working with them.
“I do like it when a man is good with his hands,” I said. I blushed immediately, but he chuckled.
“The problem is that boys your age lack experience.” He said, with a wink.
I looked him up on Facebook later that night. He was youthful - well, like, 30, not 50 - in all his photos. His eyes were green, and kind; his hair mostly pepper, with a light dusting of salt.
I masturbated thinking of him.
Three days later he messaged me. We chatted for a bit. He was suave; clever with his words. We danced around the topic for a few days, before he asked, “Would you like to go out for dinner? Is that still a thing young people do on dates?”
A date. With Kiera’s father. He was so much older, but that was so… Appealing. But Kiera would freak.
“Kiera would freak,” I answered.
“Does Kiera know everyone you have dinner with?” He countered.
Dinner was lovely. I dressed up a bit; a dress, instead of jeans; stockings instead of tights. And I caught myself putting on a matching corset.
I told myself it was absurd. He was a different generation. It wasn’t going to be like that.
But when he asked me if I’d like to come to his place for a nightcap … I knew what he meant. I licked my lips. “I think I’d like that very much.”
We fucked on his huge bed. He was good with his hands, but so much better with his cock. My whole body responded, in a way I was unused to; my pussy quivered, my lips begged, my legs shuddered. I wanted him to cum inside me so badly; I wanted him in a way I hadn’t wanted another man.
I wanted him to breed me. I wanted him to stud me, to fill my womb. Maybe it was his stability, his comparative wealth, his age, I don’t know, but in that moment, my body wanted his seed more than anything.
I pulled away from him, and tore the condom of his cock. He stammered. “Bare,” I panted. “Fuck me bare, if you’re going to fuck me at all. Fuck me raw,” I panted.
I don’t think he was used to our expecting my dirty mouth. He used his cock to make me pay for my impertinence. I begged him to stop - and not to stop. I begged him to cum.
And then it slipped; with him on top of me, my legs in the air, him panting, his cock rigid, I mewled, “Fuck your baby into my pussy, fuck me pregnant!”
We both froze.
Then he growled, and fucked harder. 💕
That’s how I gave birth to my best friends sister.
It has been an honor to make you cum 💦😢
Love you all! ❤️❤️
Reblog this. It may make a difference🤞🏼
If I can get an adult version of something kinda like Tumblr up and running, would you guys be interested?
Mostly same features but with extra features like…
No bullying.
No kids.
No one under 18.
Stronger blocking tools.
All the female associated nipples you can handle.
Please let me know and PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD!!!
All genders and orientations would be welcomed.
More like Tumblr and less like Fet.
Yeeeees!
Go on…
I’m interested
Go on …
Run with it! Sound idea
Yes please!!
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More like Tumblr and less like Fet? Sign me up!
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I’m in too
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Love it when sis rides me
This is kind of hot
Lynn
Lynn turned twenty last Sunday, and she was trying to keep it quiet. Her family was against the rule, but the rule was law. On her birthday the doctor had come around. He was a nice enough guy, just doing his job, he gave her the injection, and attached the bracelet to her wrist. She turned it over as she waited for the builder to come in and pay for his fuel.
Lynn knew she had to lay low this week: she had dreams, things she wanted to do in the future, become a politician, change this law, fight for equality.
She went to school with Stan the builder. She hoped that he didn’t remember that otherwise he might start asking questions. The bracelet, delicate and unbreakable, featured a charm engraved with the words “Breeding week”. Every girl had a breeding week now, it was established a few years ago as a way to encourage women embracing their biological destiny. On the first day of her turning 20 a girl was injected with a solution that caused her to rapidly gestate: 10 minutes after insemination, she would give birth. This occurred for a full week.
When the rule was introduced parents and women tried to think of ways to get around it: leave the country for a year, hide the birthday, have contraception fitted. But the government refined the laws, and the drug quickly. No girl, until she was 21 could leave the country, no contraception till 21, and you have to wear the band, denoting you as being in the breeding week.
Lynn pulled down her sleeve as Stan entered. He smelled of wood dust, it was nice. She felt her self grow wet as he approached the counter - another effect of the drug: the body wants to be bred. His arms were muscled, his chest looked strong and warm, his flannel shirt buttoned low enough for her to see the outline of his strong pectorals. Lynn had worn her normal uniform: blue pants and blouise.
“Hey Lynn, how’s the day?” Stan grinned, holding out a twenty for his gas.
“Yeah, good thanks” , Lynn responded, extending her hand for the note, while trying not to focus on how sexy he was, and how much she wanted his cock. He moved the note further from her reach, and she stretched further, her sleeve pulling back to reveal her glinting bracelet.
“Thought that might be the case little Mumma. Come round here, drop your panties and let me breed you.”
Another effect of the injection: utter obedience to male instruction.
Willingly, Lynn moved out from behind the counter, and followed his instruction, lowering her sopping underwear to the ground. He fucked her quickly, against the counter, his dick smoothly lubricated by her greedy cunt. In no time, Lynn was lined with his seed, which took root deep in her womb, and started growing instantly.
Lynn stood, pulled up her paints and headed back around the counter as her body quickly churned a baby in her belly.
“Thanks Lynn!” Stan called as he exited the store. Part of the law was that men had no legal responsibilities for babies created during breeding weeks. As Stan drove away and the service station was once again empty, the reality of Lynn’s predicament hit her.
Her bulge was growing at a rapid pace, she lifted her blouise to examine it. It was weirdly beautiful to watch as her stomach expanded with Stan’s child. She put a hand to it. It felt lovely, this special seed growing in side her. She felt full, but a good fullness. Knowing what was coming, she moved towards the office behind the counter, taking a seat on the boss’ computer chair: he was out today. Lynn hadn’t expected it, but euphoria rolled through her as her belly pulled away from her. She delighted in a growth she couldn’t control: in the fact that Stan had made her body do this; her body was in control of her and she was just along for the ride. Her breasts felt tight in her bra. She stripped in the back office, carefully preparing for the birth of her first. She had just unclasped her bra, letting her sensitive tits fall free, when her waters broke, and she groaned.
A contraction roiled through her, pulling her lips apart. She cried out. Beyond the office the door beeped as a customer entered. Lynn tried to stay quiet, but the next contraction had her crying loudly. A head popped around the door, it was a man, a good looking chap with a happy smile, who came to her aid, he pulled her legs up onto his shoulders. Another man entered the room: he saw her, looked her up at down and declared:
“Bags next bun”
Lynn groaned, her pussy dilating quickly, the contractions rolled, one after the other. She felt the baby shift in her, its head moving through her birth canal, she cried out in agony as it forced its way through her and pushed down visibly, her tits, with a final heavy push spurted milk. The man supporting her legs, guided the baby from her body, wiped it with her blouise, and handed it to her chest, where it happily cried, and then began to suckle.
Lynn was delighted as she felt her child draw the milk from her tender breasts, it was beautiful, it had Stan’s eyes. The man between her legs rubbed her clit with a hand, and she felt her body dampen. The next moment he held her by the hips and thrust into her, she felt his balls slapping against her as a total stranger took her pussy. It was bizarre. She loved it, she wanted to feel full of baby again, and here was her hero to do that for her.
He questioned her while he fucked her;
“What do you want to be when you grow up mama?”
“A politian”, she responded
“Oh, you’re gonna use your powers to change the world huh?”
“Yep”
He kept breeding her, eventually emptying his balls in her pussy. She started to grow straight away. He patted her on the belly; “they say that by your fifth, all you can think about is the emptiness in your womb, and the fullness of your tits. Might not be alot of politics for you girl.”
This time Lynn swelled quicker than the last, her belly growing bigger and bigger, the man who had bred her left, leaving the remaining man to assist her in this birth. He was young, probably 19, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and he was probably already a father thanks to this law. Some lucky girl in the world had one of his babies, Lynn thought, and soon she would too.
“Wow girl, you’re growing quick”, he massaged he entrance with on hand, her belly with the other. Lynn’s first still suckling at her tits, which she could feel producing more and more milk. Her belly expanded past what it had been last time.
“Just gonna check something, girl” the boy said, as he inserted his fist into Lynn’s used pussy. SHe felt his small hand move inside her, feeling in through her cervix. “Well done, Mumma, you got twins. Hope you’re that lucky with me”
Lynn already wanted his cock in her, ad she felt the first of the twins slip into position at her birth canal, she pushed this one out easily, it cried and was handed to her breasts, which over flowed with milk, spurting from blue veined tits. Fuck she wanted her dick, she wanted to be full of twins again. It had felt so good to have them. She needed more, to help drain her overworking tits. The third child of the morning left her body and she felt empty again, her womb demanding to be filled. The boy set the baby aside, and fucked her gently.
I swould have so many kids.
Breeding
Reblog if you would get a woman pregnant no strings attached if she asked.
Mmm fuck yes, everyday cum inside them.
Anyone ?
I aim to serve those in need.
If your lover is a real man, this is how he will react when you tell him you want his baby! He force your legs wide open and he’ll do everything in his power to pump you full of cum! This is when you know he’s a keeper!!!
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Can’t help it…
add me 2 the list
Wasn’t sure but now very much so
More than just ‘play’ -a way of life.
Nothing gets me wetter.
its my calling
We need more of it. Everywhere.
This is going to be a long list
Its who I am
It’s definitely a lifestyle
White is Right
White is God
Only race to serve are the Aryan Masters.
I have a thing for Asian women. I want to take my big white cock and floods their wombs with my strong swimmers.
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