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@lovemesomepushing
Your baby’s got a big head, I’m going to need you to push harder. Bulging nicely, but still a ways to go to reach a full crown. Pull your legs back, just like that, open up those hips nice and wide. And—push! Give it everything you’ve got this time, let’s get this baby moving!
Giving head to a girl while she’s crowning
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Crowning is OUT. That stage where the head is aalllmost crowning but not quite, rocking out and in, out and in, stuck inside is IN!
"That's it sweetheart. Open your legs nice and wide, and give me a BIG PUSH! Show me my baby!"
"Nnnnnnghhh!"
If he's right there keep pushing as hard as you can, maybe spreading your legs wider would help, or changing positions to squatting to let gravity help.
I don’t thin-ink I can move, he’s about to be-o-oUuuuUuTtTt?!
Reblog if you want a DM of how long i think you’d have to push during childbirth 🙂↕️
"I really think it's coming now!"
It was the fourth time she'd panted that between contractions and orgasms. I ignored her just like before,catching my breath before I returned to pleasuring her.
This time was different. I felt her vaginal lips bulging into my chin, pushing as I sucked her clit. She'd wanted a hospital birth, wanted me to take her there over an hour ago. But she was still naked from the waist down, legs spread, and I wanted her to cum my little brat out of her body, just her and me.
I felt my wish coming true. Her body stained in an involuntary push. Then locked in an orgasm that forced her to buck against my face. I felt her lips part. Felt the head crowning as she came.
Her pussy had never tasted as sweet as in that moment. I needed more. I kept going, not planning to stop until my little burden was in my hands...
"I wish everyone would just calm down." She sighed, clearly exasperated. "It's not that big a deal."
She adjusted position as I rubbed her thigh. "I know, love. You can't blame them, though. Most people aren't prepared for such things. Now, you're doing great."
She smiled down at me, as I caressed her thighs. "It feels great. I didn't know it would be this intense to... Ohhhh... Mnph... It's coming..." My breathing picked up. I lifted the skirt of her dress again. I watched, savoring every moment, as her underwear began to bulge, her vaginal lips slowly spreading around the head. "It is, honey... It is... Just give in... Let it happen."
She did. So brave, so beautiful. Of course she would play the act of bringing life into the world off like it was nothing. The entire mall around us was freaking out, calling ambulances, some fools even falling unconscious. But to her and I, none of it mattered.
She pushed.
The baby continued to crown as she moaned, the sound half of agony and half profoundly sexual.
I continued to watch and guide her, as the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life unfolded in front of me...
The best scene from the 1983 film Brandende Liefde. Enjoy!
Lovely crowning!
Total turn on!
Mmmm love it.
I have watched more of this scene. Now that I know the name of the film, I was able to find it.
My. Gods.
Her partner just runs his hand down, over her breast, her belly, between her legs where he feels her waters have broken on her thigh. She lays down, opens her legs. Lets out these cute grunts that get harder and harder, this great expression. She lets out this pained cry as the above scene happens. But it’s not the last one! You get to see the head come, the body be born. It’s so sexy. 😵💫
On a plane heading to Japan. This will take hours so I take a nap. Suddenly I am awaken by the urge needing to push. I look around and all the passengers are sleeping. “What’s going on” I whisper to myself looking down. I walk to the small restroom because something does not feel right. I close the door and sit down. The feeling of needing to push comes back. The bathroom is so small I put both legs up on the wall. With my pants on I bear down. “Ooooo….why is my body puuuuushing” I moan. Suddenly a flight attendant opens the door. I look up at her and say “pleeease help” I lean in and push. She walks in, closes the door behind her and says “omgosh, are you pushing!” She stands in between my legs and grabs them, she pushes them to my chest. “Push, push it out” she yells at me. She then walks out and comes back in. “Follow me” she says. Confused, I follow her and we walk in between the aisles and she stops in the middle. The Pilot makes an announcement and says “Wake up everyone, we have a passenger that will be pushing for us” and everyone looks at me.
Got back home. Baby is fully crowning after I finished showering… seriously my belly is flat as fuck and I’m having a baby. Guess this is what cryptic pregnancy feels like.
I’m just lounging in my place, no pants, legs spread and slowly pushing this baby out. Maybe I’ll get this baby out tonight.
Ever had a pregnancy happen on a transport? Plane, boat, Train for example?
I do! Well, never on a boat or plane... yet, as I don't travel much nor go on cruises.
But, on a train, it happened before.
I was using the train to go to the neighboring city to meet up with a friend. 30 minutes after I sat down, my belly began growing quickly and I was full term in several minutes. It was so sudden, but no one saw me. I waddled quickly to the bathroom and stayed there, knowing that my water would broke soon. After it popped, I got out of the bathroom and went back to my seat. I could feel the contractions hitting and my body was pushing the baby inside me.
I was wearing a flowy dress and shorts underneath, so the people around me couldn't see that I was laboring in the train. The baby's head was crowning by the time I arrive. I simply waddled along with the crowning head between my legs and met with my friend (she knew about my condition). Since I was pregnant, we only had lunch together while my pants were bulging with the baby.
We finished lunch and we parted ways. When I arrived back at the station and hopped onto the train, the baby was fully crowning, on the verge of coming out. I sat down on the corner and pushed a bit to get the head out. The bulge was clearly visible when inspected closely.
I held on until I returned back to my city and then popped the baby out in my car.
I'm sorry, did I tell you to stop?!
Oh, no, I'm aware. You think I can't feel how low the head is? Fuck... It's right there... I'm so close to finally being done...
Excuse me, you're not done either! I know I'm bulging. It's about to crown on the next push. But your mouth on my clit was helping, and you're going to keep going until I tell you it's not anymore!
If you have a problem with it, I'll let your wife know that you aren't properly supporting your mistress through the birth of your affair baby! That's right. Get your lips wrapped around it... Fuck... Oh god, I gotta push-
NGGGGHHHH don't stop don't stop don't STOOOOPPPP!
God it burns, burns, I'm opening uuuupppp!
Ok... Ok... Fuck... Please, kiss my lips...
No, idiot... The ones down there... I don't care how tight around the head they are. Let little birth strains trail from them to your lips... How do I taste, having your secret, shameful baby? Becoming a single mom for you?
You're damn right, "amazing". Mngh... Oh, oh god it wants to come! Get down there, now! Take me in your mouth! Fuck! Pushing!!!
Your baby is coming out! Can't stop!
Standing in line for an expensive theatre performance, her hand clasping mine tightly. She’s elegant in her black dress, her makeup flawless. Her thighs tense and widen. She presses her trembling lips together to avoid a moan.
“It’s like I can’t not push,” she hisses.
“Oh, darling, I’m so sorry but the tickets were just so expensive. It would feel like a waste.”
She grunts. Her knees dip, tenting her dress slightly. “Wanna squat.”
“Not in those heels!”
The line flows like molasses. She gasps suddenly, eyes blown wide.
“I just… pushed.”
Subtly, without even looking, I slip my hand under her dress to feel the wet bulge of her distended crotch against her tights. She shudders.
“It’s okay, love. Just… hold it until intermission, ‘kay?”
Stairs… why were there so many damn stairs in this theatre. Every time I lifted my heeled foot, trembling slightly, to climb up onto the next step it felt like the baby was about to fall out of me!
Our fancy expensive seats were in a box, which meant we had to climb up three flights of stairs to get there.
“Oooooh— babe it’s gonna come out—” I whimpered under my breath, one hand gripping the railing while the other clinging on to you tight. Panting so fast so as not to push was making me lightheaded.
I don’t even remember how we reached our private box, all I could think about was the feeling of the baby rammed between my hips, their head pressing down. Urgently, eagerly. The heavy pressure of that large and rounded skull right against my lips, desperate to be born.
“Mmmghh… I don’t think I can h-hold it for m-much longer.” I admitted as you lowered me into my seat, my legs instinctively spreading as far as my black dress allowed.
“Shhhh… you can do this. I know you can.” Your voice was calm and confident and smooth as silk.
Sitting beside me your hand went under my dress, cradling the round evidence of the progress I’d already made, lightly touching as you looked casually towards the stage. As if you were simply holding my hand. My belly tightened, hard as a rock beneath my dress, and my legs spread wider and I gulped a deep breath.
I pushed again. I couldn’t help it.
You simply tutted and increased the pressure of your palm against the partial crown inside my underwear.
I tried to enjoy the show, I really did. The lines muffled and faded with every contraction, my vision narrowing as I felt deep, primal, ugly grunts of effort bubbling up my throat. I had to fight to not interrupt, make noise and draw attention to the fact a baby was coming out of my body, right here and now.
It wasn't long before my dress was soaked, my hair a mess, my muscles in my arms and legs and belly aching from straining so hard. All of my being was begging me to get this baby out of me, to birth this child into the world, not caring at all who knew.
Worst of all? You were letting it happen. But at your pace. In your time. I looked over and saw the telltale bulge, the member that put me in this predicament at attention as you watched the ordeal I was being out through, all because of your few moments of pleasure.
Every push, you'd release the tiniest bit of pressure. Let my lips part just a little more under my panties. You'd feel around as I caught my breath, trying to pant quietly, eyes unfocused as I tried to re-center myself. It would almost be more merciful if you just stopped me fully. No, instead I was blessed with these little shivers of progress, my body reassured all the effort it worth it. Your murmurs telling me how brave I am, or letting me know how fantastic this show is, how worth it it was to not miss it.
Your fingers would drag along my nether lips as you'd say that. Circle our baby's head. Feel every bit of progress you'd allowed, only to palm the head once more as I locked up in another desperate, agonized push.
You started caressing my clit through my ruined underwear. Sending spikes of pleasure into my belly even with the burning of the head crowning consuming me. After the first hour, I had gone from a bulging sliver, to a wide teardrop, to a growing O between my legs.
I knew we had so long to go. I honestly wasn't sure how far you would take this. If you would put me in danger just to indulge your fetish, or let me humiliate us both by letting this baby splash out of me in the middle of the performance...
Frankly, the real show was you at my side -- squirming under the pleasure of my finger on your clit and stifling whimpers at the ring of fire that is your crotch. The several irritated hushes that came from the private boxes next to us kept you down to the slightest of mousey noises. One hand was kept clasped to your mouth and your other darts from your spasming belly, my arm holding the head and the armrest of your chair in a cycle. It's so hard to not find the very sight of you arousing that it's even more difficult to contain myself.
You're so rapt by your struggle that you don't even realize that the intermission, our chance at a quick exit, has already passed us by.
The show is about to reach its end and so are you. Your ruined panties are bowled out around the head that would barely be a push away from bursting out of your tight lips if it weren't for me. I get closer and closer to ruining the inside of my own pants just looking at the sight of your pushes only forcing spurts of fluid around the crowning head.
The music of the performances climax swells as I slowly ease my hand back from your stretched thin folds. Your movements become erratic from the slight release in restraint. Your taut belly constricts and your back arches off the chair. A whispered "please" leaves your lips in rapid repetition.
This was just the sight I was waiting for, the one I wanted to commit to memory and replay in my head until I was able to see you grow full with my child again. It is only when I'm sure I'll remember every detail of this moment that I move my hand.
The music explodes into a crescendo and your voice rises into a choked cry as our baby's head bursts out of you. Your body flops back in the chair, your damp chest rising and falling as you finally feel escape from the pressure. But the show isn't over and I put my hand back on your throbbing sex before the shoulders get a chance to open you.
Two semesters ago I’d had her pressed to her dorm bed, her thighs curling as I squeezed into her. Put a baby in me, she’d begged. Then shuddered, groaning into the pillow as hot spurts gushed into her.
Now she’s pacing our dormitory. A portable fan creaks and rotates on the night stand. She’s soaked in sweat, having already shed her undershorts. Even now and then she pauses and squats down, placing her hands on her knees, and bellows as she bears down deeply into her bottom.
“It’s not coming,” she gasps. “Why isn’t it coming?”
I don’t tell her to call someone, a campus doctor, maybe. I’m content to just watch as her body slowly expels her tremendous load.
An hour later she’s screaming into the pillow, back arched, belly hanging low between her spread thighs. And between them, a huge head fills her opening, stretching it into a taut circle.
“It needs to come out,” she sobs. “I need to push so fucking badly.”
I tell her the only thing I can tell her.
“Babe, you need to hurry. Dorm inspections are in the morning.”
Here comes the head! I can see it! That's it, just spread your legs a little wider to make room and give me a big push! Oh honey I know it hurts, you're almost done! Push for me, push push push! That's it, you're crowning, just keep going, let it stretchhhh.. oh, honey, she has so much hair!
It slipped back in, that's okay.. You're doing such a good job of giving birth, she'll be born in no time!
Alright, hands on your belly, this next contraction is a big one.. ready? And 3, 2, 1, PUSH! Hard, baby, hard! Ohhh, that's it! Let's get that baby out of your belly!
That's it that's it, your birth canal is opening up! Here she comes! Keep pushing, keep pushing, sweet thing! Oh my god.. oh my god, it just keeps stretching wider!
Keep pushing baby keep pushing.. I promise it's almost here! Legs a little wider, let's make a little more room.. oh my god, the baby is huge..
You're starting to stretch around the widest part, just keep pushing into my palm; I've got her..
Ohhhhh, that's it! Another big push just like that! Ready? PUSH! Push your baby out! It's time to deliver!
She's crowning! That's it, scream if you need to! Your birth canal is stretched around the whole baby as she squeezes out of your womb! One more push and - There's the head! Oh my god you did it! The baby's head is out!
That's it, take a deep breath.. oh wow, you came really hard when you birthed that, didn't you? I bet that felt amazing..!
Okay honey, you're gonna have to keep pushing though because.. I think the shoulders are stuck.
