goldjunge

34M. Queer. Feminist. Breeding/Pregnancy/Birthing kink writer.

[goldjungexx]

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[goldjungexx]

Oiling your twin belly

Aw, sweetheart. Are my twins already too much for you to carry? You poor, tired thing—your waddle is adorable, you know. I love how you clutch your lower back with both hands and shoot me a death glare every time you struggle off the couch. You can’t fool me: you like it almost as much as I do.

Especially how you let out that little moan, thinking I can’t hear you over my laptop speakers. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how often you “accidentally” knock something off with your belly just so you can grunt and display your massive bump while you try to reach for it.

And that bump. I can’t believe how fast you’re growing. At twenty-four weeks, you’re measuring bigger than most women at full term. The way your skin shines, so tight and transparent I can almost make out the veins beneath—it’s mesmerizing. It’s obscene how much you’re showing. I can’t help but run my hands over the belly every time you sidle up next to me, like it’s a magic lamp, and I’m trying to summon my favorite wish.

Today your belly button is really trying to escape. Last night it was a little swollen nubbin, but now it’s a proud, pink, perfect circle jutting through your shirt. I can’t stop flicking it. You try to squirm away, but I grip you by the hips and recapture you, greedy for more. My thumb presses into the tight, overstretched skin and you gasp, hips arching into my lap. 

I like to tease you that it’s my fault you’re so big, that I must be exceptionally potent, a world-class breeder. You always tell me to shut up, but you’re secretly proud. I can see it in your eyes when I rub your belly and talk to my “brats.” You want this; you need it.

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[heavywithourbabies]

I want to claim you and mark you as mine. To impregnate you so throughly that everyone can see your claimed by the heavy fecund belly I put on you. Parade you around so everyone can see how obscenely pregnant you are and instantly know you’re a walking billboard screaming “He came in me.” Or maybe they’ll just know how much you liked to get fucked and you must have taken massive loads to get you heavy with child. I want to watch as my seed dominates and overwhelms your body. To make sure you’re mine and that I’ve ruined you for anyone else. I want you huge and gravid carrying my babies in your poor distended uterus. So pregnant you ache with it and I’m still treating you like my personal sex kitten.

[goldjungexx]

Reshaped by my seed

It’s okay, darling…I know you feel stretched out to the brim. It’s alright, I know you think you cannot bear it anymore, that you’re too full. Don’t look at me like that, don’t pout. Aw, my sweet darling.

You asked for this, remember? No? But I remember it. You were on your back, legs spread, pussy slick and open and you begged me to breed you. And now here we are, nine months and a week later.

You just want the baby out? Yeah? But I like you like this…barely able to move. I turned you into good breeding stock, didn’t I? Those tits are now twice their size, dripping with milk, all those blue and purple veins shining through your skin…I bet you cannot wait to nurse the baby.

And that belly…mmm fuck, look at it. Perfectly round.

Shhh…don’t whine, let me rub your belly…that’s nice, isn’t it? Let me feel how tight your skin is, all stretched….and that cute belly button, pushed out from the sheer size of my baby. You’re such a good girl for growing it this big.

I like you overdue, darling.

I’ll keep you like this. Round and ripe.

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[thegravidplace]

Checking to see how my newest cow is coming along. I love checking my handiwork.

[goldjungexx]

What good breeding stock you are. Sweet darling… you like to make me happy by how massive you grow, hm?

That’s my girl. Keep growing, sweetheart. Make your baby daddy proud.

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[shades-cobalt]

[porndogwater]

Ripening.

[goldjungexx]

Overdue.

I know this isn’t what you imagined when those two lines appeared on your pregnancy test. You were excited, sure, because all it took was one ovulation cycle for you to get knocked up. Again. Ten and a half months after popping out my 9 pound son.

And now?

Now you’re pregnant with my triplets.

And you’re massive. Grotesquely so.

At four months your belly was already as big as some at full term. Nine months and one week later, your body is pushing past its natural limits.

Your fertile little body couldn’t help but release three eggs instead of one, hm? And you’re saying it’s my fault three of my seeds took? Haha, I don’t think so, darling. Your body is one big baby trap. So prolific. And desperate not to make one Irish twin, no, three.

I’m sorry you’re so overdue, darling. But this is what you wanted. This is what you asked for when you climbed on top of me only six weeks after giving birth, tits still leaking with milk, riding out another load of my seed. Like you were in heat. Remember that? No? Ah…but I remember it for you.

Now here we are. I know I shouldn’t tell you this…but I love that you need my help to get up from the bed, the chair, the couch…and fuck, I love watching you waddle out the door. An obscene display of what I did to you. Our neighbors can see it. Proof of how I filled your greedy little pussy up and turned your petite little frame into this. Everything about you is heavy, and ripe; soft and swollen. Even your maternity dresses are drum tight, showing off that belly button that pushed out into an outie from the sheer pressure of your belly bulging outward.

Three.

Babies.

Two boys and one girl.

You are stuffed. Utterly stuffed. And those babies are taking their sweet time.

I know you want to push them out. I know. You can barely move because they keep growing. They don’t want to come out, can’t you see? Your body is so perfect for growing my strong, big babies… my little baby factory.

Yes. I know you were due ten days ago. Don’t make it my fault.

What? You think I like seeing you this way?

C’mon…that’s not fair. I don’t like seeing you struggle—uncomfortable, needy, desperate for your water to break.

Really, I don’t like it.

I love it.

And it’s going to happen again, isn’t it darling?

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[heavywithourbabies]

Fecund

[goldjungexx]

You’re about to pop.

And you’re ready for another. You say you always want to stay pregnant. It’s not even about having more children, it is about the proof of your fertility. And how easily you can turn my sperm into pure life. You love it when others are shocked by the size of your huge belly. Not only do you love it….it turns you on too. The weight of my baby presses down between your legs, keeping you incredibly horny. All that helps is when you grind on me. When I lie in bed, and you move yourself on top of me—sighing and moaning—before you start to rub your clit against my cock, over and over again. Your pussy is so wet and open you joke that you’ll barely have to push when labor sets in.

This is not your first rodeo. You’ve given birth to six babies so far…and last time, you even orgasmed from the sheer stretch of your pussy when you pushed it out. Watching your eyes roll back in pleasure as you gave birth…it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And then, immediately after, you begged me for another. You felt empty, you said, you had to be filled again.

My perfect baby maker, always ready to be bred.

That’s all you want: your womb constantly filled with more babies. One…two…three..or four at the same time.

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[mumupreggo]

[goldjungexx]

Aw, darling. Are my babies too heavy already? Wait until you hit the third trimester.

What a lovely, smooth… and taut belly you have. So stretched out, ripening day by day. And that cute little belly button is really popping, isn’t it? Let me play with it a little while I wait for my online meeting to start…

Gosh, it’s so cute. You like getting it rubbed, don’t you? Oh… it turns you on? I had no idea. I could also rub your nipples… how’s that… around and around… little pinch.

Looks like you’re getting ready to lactate already. Don’t whine. Shhh. Be a good girl. Now those nips are nice and stiff. I like that sight. Why don’t you sit over there while I attend this meeting and oil up your belly, hm? That’ll make good use of your time. Watch me work while you grow my babies in your stuffed womb.

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[talaser-blog]

[goldjungexx]

It’s okay, darling…I know you feel stretched out to the brim. It’s alright, I know you think you cannot bear it anymore, that you’re too full. Don’t look at me like that, don’t pout. Aw, my sweet darling. You asked for this, remember? No? But I remember it. You were on your back, legs spread, pussy slick and open and you begged me to breed you. And now here we are, nine months and a week later.

You just want the baby out? Yeah? But I like you like this…barely able to move. I turned you into good breeding stock, didn’t I? Those tits are now twice their size, dripping with milk, all those blue and purple veins shining through your skin…I bet you cannot wait to nurse the baby. And that belly…mmm fuck, look at it. Perfectly round.

Shhh…don’t whine, let me rub your belly…that’s nice, isn’t it? Let me feel how tight your skin is, all stretched….and that cute belly button, pushed out from the sheer size of my baby. You’re such a good girl for growing it this big.

I like you overdue, darling.

I’ll keep you like this. Round and ripe.

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[goldjungexx]

Baby too big...

When we exit the doctor's office, I cannot help but look at your profile again. Your belly is huge, so big that you have to waddle toward the car. Your hips are broader too, nice and wide to support the extra weight. The fabric of the dress is soft enough to reveal your belly button outie, so cute and round, pushing outward from the sheer size of my son growing inside your womb.

I open the door to the car so you can get in. I had to push the seat all the way back so you have enough room. I listen to you sigh and groan ever so slightly as you sit. Then, you breathe with your hands on your belly, eyes closed. I get into the driver's seat.

You opened your thighs just slightly to let your belly rest a little lower. Your boobs are nearly twice the size they were when you got pregnant. Ready to nurse and produce milk. I look at your profile, the fabric hugging your beach ball belly. It's gotten so big it's pushing out at the front, not round, but now oval-shaped.

My Godness, look at you...

When you notice that I haven't started the car, you glance over. You know that look in my eyes. Your gaze drops to my crotch. Yep...

Your hands start sliding over your bump, small circles, then larger ones. "You did this to me..." you whisper. My eyes close with the mere overstimulation of that sentence. All I had to do is come inside you. And now here we are. I've changed your body with my seed.

You slide your finger to your belly button, circling it, and then you lift your belly. So. Heavy. Who would have thought you'd look like this when you were on your hands and knees, desperate for my seed. Desperate to be knocked up.

"I'm already ready to pop," you say softly, pushing your bottom lip forward. "And I still have four weeks to go..."

Ngh...

My cock throbs at the image of you fondling your belly, sizing it up, weighing it. You tap your bump. "All it took was one load..."

I reach down to squeeze my aching cock. You see it and smirk.

"And now look at the state of me," you sigh and grab your tits. "They've never been this big... my ass is huge, my thighs so thick, and my hips get ready to push this baby out. That's what my body was made for, wasn't it?" you ask; I nod. "And you were made to make me look like this..."

Oh, fuck. "Baby daddy making big babies, hm?" You slip up your dress to show me your belly in its full glory. I love how your belly button popped out so noticeably. You trace a couple of blueish veins that show underneath your skin.

Stretched to the limit. Already.

"So full..." you mutter and push in your belly button. Again.. again... and then you start rubbing it. My lips part at what is unfolding in front of me. You slide your free hand underneath your belly, placing it against your panties. And then...you grind. Right here, in the parking lot, you grind...

You push in your belly button, rubbing it quicker while bucking back and forth. Just gently. My eyes are transfixed on you. You're getting off on this. On me being so obsessed with your huge pregnant form. With one finger on your belly button and the other helping your clit along, you move faster and faster and faster.

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[superdeepsharkcollection2]

[goldjungexx]

Look at you with that perfect belly. You look ready to burst, but you love that, don’t you? You are obsessed with how much your body has changed, big ass, thick thighs, huge tits, wide hips, and absolutely massive belly. How I love when others look at you and they immediately know… they know that it was my seed that made you look like that. That changed your body. Forever. Your body morphed into this to grow and carry my seed, and now here we are… almost at full term. Your belly has dropped and the way you waddle around the house has become iconic. Slightly leaned back, belly forward, bumping into everything.

I fucking love it.

All it took was one creampie, full of my swimmers, to change your life. The way you move, the way you sleep, the way you look at me.

Your baby daddy.

You want another one, right after this one, you say. And who am I to tell you no? You were gonna get pregnant right after this one pops out of you anyway. Because you’re my fertile little baby trap… ready to get knocked up again and again and again…

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[goldjungexx]

Triplet momma...

It's almost 3PM, about three hours before I stop working, when you knock on my door. "Yes," I reply absentmindedly, typing away. I feel your hand touch my shoulder, stopping me mid-sentence. I look to my side; the first thing I see is your perfect belly. Then I look up.

"How's it going?" you ask me sweetly, squeezing my shoulder.

"Good...good.." I reply, giving your belly a quick kiss. You brush your fingers through my hair. I turn in my chair and frame your beach-ball-belly with my hands. "Damn..." I murmur, gently lifting the underside. You sigh loudly until the sound turns into a moan; it sets my nerves on fire. "Heavy..." I say and then, with a couple of tugs, pull your dress up to reveal your bare skin.

The first thing that greets me is your pushed out belly button. I circle it with my finger and then gently push it in. You hiss; I bite my bottom lip.

"This is all your doing..." you whine.

I chuckle in reply. "Yeah..." All it took was one creampie, and then here we are. You're due soon. Really soon. "You love it."

"I do," you reply. Although I know that your entire body aches. Your back, your hips, your rips, your feet. It's difficult to get up, difficult to walk... I lean in to kiss your little outie. Eyes up. I circle my tongue around and around... for some reason I find it so fucking sexy that you're so stretched that your belly button cannot help but pop out from the sheer pressure of my babies growing inside you.

You sigh again.

I rub the underside of your belly with both hands, keeping the pressure off you. You try to reach my shoulders, but you cannot reach me. I laugh, somewhat deviously. You're too big to hold on to me.

"Don't turn me on.." you whine as I give your belly nice, long strokes.

"Why?" I ask mischievously.

"Because we don't have enough time for me to sit on your cock," you reply. This...turns me on like a switch. I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. I wish you'd stay like this forever: proof of your fertility, and proof my virility. The perfect show-off.

Images of you riding me flash across my inner eye. Hands on my chest, pussy absolutely soaked and open, in preparation to give birth soon. Your boobs trickling with milk, streams flowing over your ready-to-pop belly.

My eyes must have glazed over with lust because you brush your fingers through my hair again, but this time, you grab a handful and make me look up at you. "This is not the last time..." you promise me. Not the last time you'll get knocked up with my babies. Nine babies and counting.

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[goldjungexx]

You were born to birth our babies

“I want more,” you told me in your 42nd week. Our twin boys were heavily overdue. I looked at you, awestruck and yet, exhilarated. Being pregnant was your natural state, it was an unspoken truth. You were the best, most loving mother I’d ever seen. You took to being a mother like a fish took to water.

Now your massive twin belly is so heavy that it’s been a struggle for you to get up, and if you manage to do so, you’ve just been slowly waddling around the house. Belly out, shoulders back. Sitting down precedes an internal discussion on when you need to get back up. But standing up is also not a long term solution.

That huge belly is slowly dropping, and your belly button is pushed out from the sheer volume of the sons you’re carrying. Our kids have been taking turns on trying to push it back in.

You’ve been teasing me about being my little baby factory. That’s exactly what you are.

My little baby factory.

You’ve even gone so far as to tell me that you look forward to birthing the twins. With each of the five births, you’ve become better and better at it. It’s a skill and you’re such a natural at it. The last time I watched you birth our twins in a deep squat. It was the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen. You’d grabbed on furniture on either side, towel beneath you, and then breathed through every contraction. I watched your folds part more-more-more, revealing the top of the head of the first baby. Then, you paused, breathed, and beamed with joy. For a moment you let your head fall back before you pushed again. The wail that escaped your lips was one of pain mixed with pleasure. I watched your eyes roll back. Your folds stretched so widely, so effortlessly, as the baby’s head and shoulders emerged. There, you took another breath and looked down. Halfway there, pussy stretched to the max… and then, with a final push, our baby slipped onto the towel beneath. You’d made her with your body. And you were born to birth her like this.

Now, with the bigger twin boys coming, you are looking forward to the challenge. An unassisted twin birth. One of these days, your water would break, and in the midst of our family, you’d just birth our boys… just like that. Because it was the most natural thing to do.

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[fillingyourighttothebrim]

It really turns me on the power that my cum has to affect your body. It’s like a serum I can inject you with to turn you into my own version of perfection. You crave it, I crave giving it to you and with the right timing it’s going to make you’re belly swell with my child and I’m going to want to fill you with it even more. I want to fill you with cum yes and know that you’re carrying it around and it’s running down your leg through the day but I really want you carrying my dna in your body for a lot longer. I want to be the reason you missed your period. The reason your titties are getting sore and swollen and leaking. I want to be the reason your belly swells so that everyone that sees you knows that I came in you and claimed your womb with my child. When we go out in public I want them to see how swollen I’ve made you. I want them not to wonder but to have concrete proof in front of their face and have to imagine what it must have been like when I filled you up.

I love the fact that I’m just filling you up more at that point than you’ve ever been filled. Every day that goes by my child my dna is filling your womb more and more as they grow. I want to feel how your pussy changed as your womb swells from my seed. I want to fuck you with my big hand rubbing your belly and feeling how big and stretched you are in the front while I stretch your pussy from behind. I want to fill your pussy, your mouth your ass with my cum. I want to cum on your belly and rub it into your skin. I want my cum in or on every part of you invading your body and claiming every bit as mine.

[goldjungexx]

Seven babies and counting.

There’s nothing sexier than watching you be heavy and round with my babies. Perfect, round, gravid belly. I love how shiny and tight it is. Like a massive beach ball or watermelon attached to your slight frame. You love fondling it, holding it, weighing it.

Your womb is full. Your brain is hazy. You’re growing two new lives, it’s okay to be slow. It’s okay to be content like this. Rubbing your bump while you drink your cup of tea. Smiling as I pick up our children, fool around with them, make them laugh, play with them.

This is why you want more. Always more.

Seeing me with the babies you pop out, how much I care for them, love them, make sure they are taken care of, it’s your own aphrodisiac. I spend every free minute of my day helping you with the five kids we already have. I hired a nanny too, for the twins you had a year ago. Now you’re almost ready to pop again. Seven months and counting.

Insatiable. Little. Breeder.

You’re so proud of how large you get when you’re pregnant. You’re carrying twin boys this time, and they are large and healthy. I can tell that this will be your biggest pregnancy yet. The weight of the babies pushes down between your legs, and sometimes, when you think no one is watching (but I am), you sit down, open your legs, hold your belly and grind against a pillow.

The sight of it drives me wild. The way your lips part, eyes close, grinding-grinding-grinding. You love being pregnant. When we met, I didn’t think we’d have seven kids by the age of 32. But here we are. Young, fertile, healthy, giving in to our most natural urge: procreation.

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[goldjungexx]

[M4F] Roleplay inside: The more babies, the more decisions we can make in our family-oriented community

I am looking for a (literate) role play partner who is into a community-style, slice of life breeding/pregnancy/birthing role play.

Roleplay idea:

Our union was arranged. We’ve known each other as long as I can remember. You went to the girl’s school and I went to the boy’s school in town. Sometimes, during hot summer afternoons, we snuck out to run into the forest. There we played hide and seek, laughed, and sometimes even talked.

It was uncommon for a boy and a girl to be friends; my family didn’t encourage it, neither did yours. But they didn’t stop us either. I have eight siblings, you have eleven. We live in a community in which a couple’s status is tied to how many offsprings they have. Pregnancy is common and a joyful occasion. Since all fertile women are expected to have as many pregnancies as her body will allow, traditional gender rolls are set in stone. Men are the breadwinners and women take care of the household. The more children a family has, the more say they have when decisions are made for the community. After all, those children will be the future of said community.

It’s always been clear to me that if I didn’t want to become a father, it’d be frowned upon. I did have a choice, as did the girls, but it was just…natural.

The natural thing to do was to unite, and have babies. Everyone who decides against starting their own family helps caring for the dozens of kids in the community. With so many kids, there was no other way but to use an authoritative and yet kind parenting style in which to raise them. I sure knew what that felt like, having grown up with eight siblings.

I started my trade as a carpenter two years ago, at eighteen, and in about a year from now I want to learn from the communities’ masters to become a teacher at the local school. You, on the other hand, didn’t follow the path that was laid out for you.

In fact, one might call you a little bit of a rebel.

The other men in the community assured me that you’d change when you had your first child. Pregnancy brain will rein her in they said. I am not sure if I believe that.

Instead of starting the traditional female education of how to raise children and do household chores, you left the community. Even though our union had been decided when we turned eighteen, you were given the choice to leave. Everyone is given that choice. When I heard that you’d decided against our union at eighteen, I was crushed. I’d always known we were destined for one another. I wanted you to be the mother of my children. I had frequent dreams of having fifteen kids while you were pregnant with another set of twins. You’d be radiant, beautiful, content, even blissful with your womb full of my babies.

And yet, you left.

And now, two years later, you’ve returned. You’ve seen the world out there, you said, and you decided you were now ready to start your real life. You’d become a mother and, finally, you’d make me a father. —

This role-play has many possibilities going forward.

My character is quite smitten with her, and as he ages, he’ll become hardened in his ways. Early on it will be clear that our characters are the perfect genetic match, which means that she always gets pregnant with multiples. The men in the community will be in awe of his virility and, most of all, her fertility.

There’s a lot that could be done with the female character too. Will she be reined in by pregnancy brain and become absolutely obsessed with being pregnant? Will she become more submissive? Or will she develop a sort of edge? More babies, more power. Will she use her own power to manipulate her husband into voting for certain decisions in the community? Will she use her fertility to wrap him around her finger to get her what she wants?

One thing is for certain, she was meant to grow children and birth them.

I’d love to chat about where this could go!

Some info about me: • 33, male, queer, feminist kink writer loves to indulge in slice of life, massive family building, breeding/pregnancy/birthing role plays • I can play kind & funny or misogynistic & dark characters • Preferably on Discord so we can build our own little world • I only play as the male character. • I write in first person, present tense

Main Kinks:

Pregnancy, breastfeeding, breeding, birthing, multiples

[goldjungexx]

Lazy morning breeding…

When I wake up around seven, my morning wood is already stiff and aching, more than usual. Probably from your proximity and the knowledge that right now…your body is making babies. My babies. You told me four weeks ago that you were, in fact, pregnant. You’re on your side, curled up, facing away from me. I move a little closer, lift your top leg and angle it up to give me access. You’re my fucktoy. Your pussy has been broken in last night..so this shouldn’t be too difficult. 

I reach around and between your legs, testing… fingers slipping between your folds. Moist, but not wet.

With my front to your back, I rest my cockhead between your folds. There. That thick tip at your entrance. You’re half awake when I rub between your folds. Silky…just playing. Up and down. My eyes close at the sensation. I am so hard again. Straining. I stroke your thigh, your hip, waist… you’re slowly waking up to my dick resting against your pussy, almost threateningly so. 

You instinctively lift your leg a little higher. And that drives me crazy. The submission. No interaction…just, this. I cup your tit and play with the size of it. It barely fits in my hand it’s so big. Heavy. Soft. You can feel my cock flex against you as I touch your body. Examine how perfect it is for growing my young. 

My lips brush across the side of your neck. You whimper. Like you know what’s coming. It’s going to be a lot. Again. Slowly, your folds spread apart at the pressure I add. Opening up like a flower. Slick petals against my hard tip. More and more and more until I pop in. You suck in a breath and moan. I bet your pussy is sensitive from last night. I don’t want to break my toy. So I go slow…inch by inch. Your pussy is hot. And tight. Silky smooth.

I tense my fingers around your hip and start to roll my hips to slide in and out. Oh, that’s good.

I get to the tight point inside you, midway, the one that has to open up to let me in…I roll my hips. Nice and slow. You whimper into your pillow. I rub the side of your hip. Your pussy is stretched again, folds clinging to the girth of my shaft. It’s a fat cock…you’ll be gaping afterwards. 

I add pressure. Right to that tight bit. And again. Again. I slide my hand down the back of your thigh to your bum, lifting it a little to push in more. Almost there. I can feel my cock throb against your walls. Man it feels good…tight little pussy around my dick. I reach down between your legs and find your clit, gentle little circles. I see your lips part in the dim light. Another whimper. That’s it. 

“Just want to touch your chamber…” I lie, whispering in your ear. I know subconsciously your body wants to protect the process of making babies. No penetration allowed after your first insemination. But with that little white lie, your pussy opens up and I slide in right to the entrance of your chamber. Oh fuck. Slotted in place. It’s semi soft, not penetrate-able yet. But it will be. My tip throbs right against it. What a good breeding toy you are, protecting your chamber from intrusion.

I begin to thrust…lips parting at the feeling of your chamber’s entrance against my tip. It’s tight, but soft. Whenever I touch it, it feels like a kiss. Lingering on. Holding on for just a second before letting go.

I’m not going to take long; it never takes long in the morning. I groan, push your hip down so you’re rolling on your stomach and then thrust in harder. You grip the pillow and moan into it. Little gasps, head up, eyes wide, just as I try to breach your chamber for the first time. 

That high pitched mewl that you give out only makes me more determined. Hard, quick thrusts. Hands beside your body. What started off lazy and casual is now a proper pounding. With my forearms next to your shoulders and my weight on you, I fuck into you over and over again. Until finally…your chamber gives up. It happens slowly, gradually. You bite down on your pillow right before it surrenders; I breach it. Force it open. All in. Chamber popped. My cock head hits your cervix right away, sliding in deep. 

Fuck, that feels good. Jesus Christ. I shudder hard. Your chamber is still creamy, full with my seed, from last night. It’s an unbelievable feeling. That suction mixed with my creamy load, rubbing against my tip takes me over the edge. Immediately, my balls clench up, releasing powerful, thick strands of fresh morning come to fill you up again. I can’t stop it. New load, new swimmers…

I shudder all over you, moaning as my hips snap forward a couple of times, giving you the last bits of my load. Your thighs and hips shake from the impact. Pussy clenching. You are coming from it. From the pleasure and the pain. What a good toy you are. Milking me for more, closing and releasing around my dick.

When I pull out, your pussy is so wet that the sound is loud between us. Starting to gape again too. Dark pink, folds stretched open from my girth. I roll onto my side of the bed, stretch, yawn. What a good way to start the day.