“More! MORE!” She begged, her body bouncing as he thrust into her. Her tight cunt gripped him in such a heavenly way, almost conformed perfectly to his veined shaft.
He obliged her and kept going, his hips moving faster than before.
“Please! Oh gods, please!” She continued to cry out, strangled noises sounding from her throat as he turned up the vibrations on the clit vibrator between her legs.
“You little whore,” he chuckled, low in my throat. “You’re so wet!”
She shivered, her hole tightening up around him as he yanked on her hair. Gods, he loved this. He loved her. The curves of her body were smooth and gentle, soft and erotic. It drove him crazy; her boobs bouncing forward each time his hips slapped her ass, taking her on from behind like the slut she wanted to be in this instance.
He watched as my cock pushed into her, her lips stretching open to receive his endowment, and then watched as he pulled his hips back, her cunt trying to keep him inside her, suction cupping a bit around his shaft as he glided out of her wet walls.
He bent over her, enjoying the dominance he had over her. “I’m going to impregnate you with my seed,” he whispered in her ear. “You hear me, bitch, I’m going to force your cunt to quicken up.”
She moaned and shivered, bobbing her head. “Yes…”
“You’re going to carry that babe for me, for my pleasure and amusement, understand?”
He moaned, the sound resonating in my chest. He loved dominating her as his dick split her open, pressing into her womb as he ran my nails across the skin of her belly.
Her cunt tightened around me again andheI could feel her starting to come undone. She squirted onto him, wetting his balls.
“You fucking whore!” he cried, his cock twitching. “My balls are soaked!” He was just gliding in and out of her now. His foreskin was rolling and becoming ribbing inside her, driving him wild as it slid over his head with such wetness that pre-cum was just shooting into her.
She liked it, moaning with her legs shivering as her cunt dripped over her clit.
Oh! It was fucking gorgeous!
He stopped, making her whine and whimper, begging him to keep going. But he wanted her to beg and he turned her over, pressing her legs open, as far they would go to take in the sight of her vulva and the hole that he loved to stuff.
Her honey hole flexed and moved, forcing itself open as the rest of the vulva was glistening and wet. Everything was streaked with her cunt’s juices, and more was pooling, white and thick, before pouring out to fall to her anus.
He bit his lip and stuck two of his long fingers into her, scissoring them as he pumped them in and out of her.
She moaned, throwing her head back and arching up. “P–please…” she plead, her face twisted in sweet agony. “S–stick me again! Fuck me!”
“Such a whore, aren’t you, you cunt?” He laughed, sinking balls deep into her, pressing his hilt into her with such force.
He was going make her cum. He was going to get her pregnant.
He stared down at the white stick with apprehension, fear and excitement. Two little pink lines stared up at him, glaring and permanent, despite his shaking and forcing her to take a second test.
She smiled at him, biting her lip and waiting for him to say something. But what could he say? He was excited. He wanted to have kids. He had pegged her on numerous occasions, role-playing and promising to stuff her with his sticky seed, to get her womb to accept the substance and quicken, to put a baby in there, to get her pregnant.
Well, she was pregnant. And in a few months, she would swell with child, rounded out and firm. So sensual and beautiful, he would love it, the way her belly would swell up and protrude from her hips.
He moaned, biting his lip, his dick going really stiff. Imagining the huge, round expanse of skin that would because his wife’s belly, full and heavy in his cupped hands.
“God, baby,” he murmured, his voice low. “This is perfect!”
She beamed at him, wrapping her arms around his toned neck. She giggled, holding him close, bringing her lips to his ear.
“Now, we can talk about how you want me to give birth.”
He chuckled. “Me?” he questioned. “What about you?”
“I want you to enjoy it as much as I will,” she breathed, her voice heavy with thick desire. “You know, as I moan and mewl, the head opening me up and forcing me stretch wide. The feeling of the it slipping down into me, crowning and burning until I finally push him out with a gush of fluid.”
He groaned with lush. “Love, I want to watch, your legs spread wide, while I taunt you and tease you.”
“I love that idea,” she told him, playing with his short hair, twisting it in her fingers. “I’m so excited for this.”
“I am too,” he admitted, kissing her mouth, his fingers in her short, mouse brown hair. “I can’t wait to watch.”
She giggled musically, pulling herself closer to him. “It’ll be a show that’s for sure.”
Months when by, and month by month, week by week, she got bigger, her stomach rounding out, pushing out from her hips. The baby inside her stretched out her womb, bloating her out, making her look so big and sensual, sexy and fertile.
Her husband loved it, unable to keep his hands off of her, touching the tight skin of her swell all the time, showering her it with gentle kisses, watching as her face twisted up with the delightful sensations.
She was so close, about to pop. Her pregnant belly was huge; the skin stretched thin and tight, her white skin smooth and creamy as it held in her over-taxed womb. She looked like she could have been holding twins inside; her pregnant belly so big and beautiful, reaching out passed the confines of her body. But only one resided inside, large and healthy, ready to stretch her pussy wide open.
Her husband was so excited to see it happen, to watch the head crown, her feminine lips stretched out, an angry red colour and thin as they dragged across the baby’s scalp. It was all he could think about as he drove his member into her tight, puffy hole, grunting and moaning as she kept panting, her body covered in a thin sheet of sweat.
They had been fucking for hours now, his hips slapping into hers repeatedly, emptying load after heavy load into her. Each time, her womb spasmed; each time, she was brought closer to breaking her waters.
“One more time,” she mewled, rocking her hips. “I’m so close to breaking.”
He bit his lip and stifled his groaned low in his throat.
She smiled, stroking her belly. The pressure inside her was so wonderfully immense, pressing hard against her shut cervix, and it hand been growing stronger and stronger with each cumming she was delivered, and each dump of cum he unloaded into her puffy vag.
He sighed through his nose, standing up. “Come on then, time to get into position.” He held out his hand for her, beckoning her forward.
She got to her feet, waddling behind him, holding the lower end of her pregnant swell, mewling softly each time her pussy lips leaked a bit of his cum. It streaked down her thighs as she walked, white and sticky, her chin length hair swaying with each step.
He smiled at her, licking his thin lips as she came over to him, seeing the amount of his seed dripping from her delicate slit, belly looking so heavy and full, ready to break open and spill forth a gush of fluid.
“Come, love,” he beckoned, leading her over to an old, rounded back armchair. “Sit in this chair.”
The white chair stood in front of him, low to the ground, and comfy. He knew it had to be stark white if he wanted to really enjoy this experience. This way he could watch and see as the birthing fluids stain the white fabric pink-ish red as the baby slide out of her gender. He got her to sit flat on her bottom, before hooking her legs over the sides, splaying her legs wide, her vulva completely on display. More of his thick seed poured out, falling in a dollop on the cushion of the seat.
He bit his tongue and looked down on her with hunger and need, his eyes filled with aching lust.
She lifted herself up, making it easier for him to line up with her tight hole, resting on her strong, outstretched arms, her cunt on full display for her husband to stuff.
His member was already hard, bobbing and stiff between his thighs.
He was immediately on her, his shaft buried deep within her wet, dirty walls, filling them up with his thick, hard cock. He wasted no time, his dark eyes rolling up, his dick already throbbing within her. He immediately began to thrust his hips, and he moved with vigour, his foreskin rolling deliciously inside her tight, puffy pussy walls. He smashed his spongy head into her deepest depths, making her cry out and scream his name.
She arched her back, forcing her rounded, swollen belly up into the air, her hips rolling with his, her feet up on the armrests, her toes slayed open before curling tight. She was on the edge, ready to burst with ecstatic pleasure, his hard rod mashing into all the right places.
“That’s it, slut!” he groaned, “Cum for me!”
She bit her lip, trembling, her eyes rolled up as he dragged his hand up the center of her bulging swell. Her baby’s head was assaulting the entrance to her womb, ready to be born as her womb contracted with the immense delight running up her spine. She shifted her hips, squirming, trying to ease the pressure, panting and mewling as it grew and grew.
“Oh! Oh! OH!” She screamed, arching her back high. Her pussy gushed with wet fluid. A meaty pop sounded from within and her water burst forth, soaking her lover’s cock with birth.
He grunted, cumming on the spot, pressing his hips into her with overwhelming ecstasy and pleasure.
Red-ish Fluid dripped from her freshly sexed pussy, wetting the cushion below her, staining it almost immediately. It gushed over the edge of the chair, dripping to the floor softly as the baby’s head assaulted her from the inside out.
He knelt in front of her, chuckling and crossing his legs. “Now time for the show,” he smirked up at her, his eyes dark and mischievous, full of lust.
“N-no…” She moaned, squirming a bit as she sat in her birthing seat, falling into her agreed upon role of helpless victim. “Please…”
He stroked her swollen middle with his fingers, caressing the sensual flesh, fulfilling his role of master. “Oh, sweety, it’s too late. You have to.” He mimicked that sweet, caring voice, adding an edge to it, mocking her with it.
She whimpered, shivering as another cramp rolled through her belly. “I don’t want this…”
“You have no choice,” he grinned. “Come on now, mommy, push for me.”
She groaned, bitting her lip, her eyes looking down in shame. Her large stomach covered in sweat already, her belly button stretched tight. Her legs quivered as her belly rippled and shrank a bit, the baby’s head parting her tight cervix slowly as she grunted. Each moment was more intense, the pain and pressure increasing as she was forced open, her insides opening up a bit more with each passing second.
“That’s it, babe,” her husband cooed, leaning back, his legs spread and his hand stroking his hard cock. “Push mommy, push.”
She sobbed, tears welling in her wide, her cervix openning wide, the baby’s head stuck at the widest point. The pain was immense and exquisite, her toes curling and her thighs quivering. She pulled her knees further back, her hands clasping them tight. Her baby was big, its head opening her up so much, so wide that her mind was going crazy. “OH GOD! IT’S SO BIG!” she screamed, thrusting her hips forward, brows furrowing.
Her husband laughed, mocking her pain, his strokes a bit faster. “Keep going, slut,” he whispered. “Push that baby out for me.”
“OH GOD NO!” She cried, her eyes looking up, the urge to push gripping her entire being. She bore down, the child’s head surging into her love tunnel, pressing against her pleasure centers and making her blush. She moaned, tilting her hips and arching her back as she felt the ecstasy crawl through her body. “Oh no. NO!”
“Keep pushing,” he encouraged, moaning as his manhood swelled up even more and turned bright red.
She bit her lip and looked away, ashamed at how good birthing was feeling, ashamed that he was taking pleasure in the destruction of her feminine parts. She grunted, looking over his head, shivering as her baby slid along her walls. Her hips began to squirm, rocking back and forth as her lips began to bulge out. Her lips teardropped, stretching slowly as her child emerged.
“Yes!” Her lover cried. “Push, bitch, push! PUSH! BECOME A MOMMY FOR ME!” His hand was flying, the fapping sound of his rubbing filling the air with his please grunts and her strangled groans.
She bore down again, her mouth opening in a silent scream, her eyes open wide and forward as her cunt stretched, being filled out by the huge head. Her gender burned, as choked sounds came from her throat. The dragging and opening of her most intimate parts sending intense sensations to her core, her belly tightening as she forced her child from her tender petals.
“PUSH MOMMY!” Her lover demanded, growling as he picked up his attentions.
“No. No! NO!” She pushed, harder than before, her baby’s head surging forward. She cried out, cumming, a gush of fluids coating her thighs and the floor under her seat. Her orgasm continued and hit a higher peak, making her scream, her back arching, as the shoulders pushed forward, the rest of the body sliding out with a wet slurp!
“Fuck,” her husband moaned, semen covering his stomach as he held their child. “We got to do that again.”
She couldn’t help but agree.
