kaitlyn_sun
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I watched her entire body rock under me as I held my cock deep within her, working my hips so she would feel the constant movement inside her tight, trembling little pussy. She way lying with her face against the pillow as she sobbed quietly, muttering her whispered mantra; ‘I’ll keep it, I’ll keep it…’, her hands clawing desperately at my hips. I wasn’t here for a long, sustained, pleasurable fuck. I wasn’t inside her so that we would both feel good. I was here for a very deliberate purpose, and I could feel it coming. I hadn’t cum in days, and I knew I was about to give her everything. I leaned forward, my hands tightening on her hips.
“Here it comes.” I whispered, burying myself tight inside her. My knuckles white as I gripped her hips. I could feel the firm little mound of her cervix nuzzled right into the head of my cock; it spasmed cutely, getting ready for the flood. I grinned. Every part of her knew what she was for.
I felt the tensing inside me, the deep, throbbing pulse start back behind by balls, and the swelling force as my cock pulsed inside her, pumping my fertile cum deep inside her. I groaned, watching her whole body tremble. The sensation of being completely inside her while my cum gushed into her was something I had never felt before; the creamy heat rushing over me. I didn’t want to lose any of my cum from inside her, so I pulled back, feeling just how soaked in our mingled arousal my shaft was, letting my second thick, forceful explosion of cum fill her. I held her thighs tightly, not wanting her to move, letting my cum flood her insides. I tensed again, and again… GOD I was cumming. The knowledge that, unlike every other time I had cum in my entire life, this one had PURPOSE. This was the orgasm that was producing the sperm that would impregnate this waiting girl, make her swell with a child that she would give birth too… each throbbing burst seemed to punctuate the sensation that she was MINE.
I slowly pushed myself into her again, wanting to feel was a thoroughly filled cunt was like, but careful, because as I pushed inside I could feel the thick, frothy soup of her cum trying to push it’s way past me to trickle out of her and down her thighs. Thankfully she was so very tight and my cock was thick enough that it didn’t really have anywhere to go, and I watched as she squirmed painfully as I stuffed that swollen pool of cum deeper inside her. My cock rubbed over her twitching little cervix again, and I could feel it involuntarily clenching, sucking the load deeper into her, flooding her womb. I carefully pulled back, wiping my cock over her gooey cuntlips, and leaned back. I watched her shaking, still repeating it over and over…
I reached for her, my hand on her naked bottom, and another on her leg, turning her to lie her on her side, watching her tear-streaked face look up at me. I rolled her onto her back, and lifted her legs up, so that her pussy aimed upward, pressing her knees up into her body. “Hold yourself like that.” I said. She nodded, doing as I asked. I stood up from the bed, and leaned over her, rubbing my hands over her hair affectionately. I leaned down, and gave her a long, sweet kiss.
“Say it one more time.” I said, smiling at her. Then I picked up my underwear and pulled it on, and slipped out of her room.
“Here it comes.” I whispered, burying myself tight inside her. My knuckles white as I gripped her hips. I could feel the firm little mound of her cervix nuzzled right into the head of my cock; it spasmed cutely, getting ready for the flood. I grinned. Every part of her knew what she was for.
I felt the tensing inside me, the deep, throbbing pulse start back behind by balls, and the swelling force as my cock pulsed inside her, pumping my fertile cum deep inside her. I groaned, watching her whole body tremble. The sensation of being completely inside her while my cum gushed into her was something I had never felt before; the creamy heat rushing over me. I didn’t want to lose any of my cum from inside her, so I pulled back, feeling just how soaked in our mingled arousal my shaft was, letting my second thick, forceful explosion of cum fill her. I held her thighs tightly, not wanting her to move, letting my cum flood her insides. I tensed again, and again… GOD I was cumming. The knowledge that, unlike every other time I had cum in my entire life, this one had PURPOSE. This was the orgasm that was producing the sperm that would impregnate this waiting girl, make her swell with a child that she would give birth too… each throbbing burst seemed to punctuate the sensation that she was MINE.
I slowly pushed myself into her again, wanting to feel was a thoroughly filled cunt was like, but careful, because as I pushed inside I could feel the thick, frothy soup of her cum trying to push it’s way past me to trickle out of her and down her thighs. Thankfully she was so very tight and my cock was thick enough that it didn’t really have anywhere to go, and I watched as she squirmed painfully as I stuffed that swollen pool of cum deeper inside her. My cock rubbed over her twitching little cervix again, and I could feel it involuntarily clenching, sucking the load deeper into her, flooding her womb. I carefully pulled back, wiping my cock over her gooey cuntlips, and leaned back. I watched her shaking, still repeating it over and over…
I reached for her, my hand on her naked bottom, and another on her leg, turning her to lie her on her side, watching her tear-streaked face look up at me. I rolled her onto her back, and lifted her legs up, so that her pussy aimed upward, pressing her knees up into her body. “Hold yourself like that.” I said. She nodded, doing as I asked. I stood up from the bed, and leaned over her, rubbing my hands over her hair affectionately. I leaned down, and gave her a long, sweet kiss.
“Say it one more time.” I said, smiling at her. Then I picked up my underwear and pulled it on, and slipped out of her room.
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“Here it comes.”
I’d never heard anything in my life that meant so much. He held himself so deep inside me, never pulling back, just rocking his hips into mine. I clung to him desperately, feeling him grim me so tightly it almost hurt… but of course, I was his to hurt. I was his to use, to fuck, to impregnate… just knowing how much I belonged to him made my cunt tremble around his cock. “I’ll keep it…” I mouthed almost wordlessly, my gasping breath barely giving the words sounds. “I’ll keep it…” I barely had enough in me to even THINK about the words, but they burned inside me. He was making me pregnant. When he said ‘here it comes’, he wasn’t just talking about his orgasm, or the cum he was putting into me… he meant his CHILD. He was deliberately breeding me, using my womb as it was meant be be used, to gestate his child until I gave birth… and I would keep it. I would keep the pregnancy, keep the baby, raise it… Could I stay in school? Could I have… anything? Or was this it? Was this moment THE moment when my whole future changed? And just like that, I felt it. I bit my tongue, buried my face in the pillow, taking every bit of me not to scream. UUUgh…. so… MUCH…. so much CUM…. he pulled back, and he burst in me again, but there was more room now, it wasn’t exploding right into my cervix… but I quickly felt my inside swell. I was just as full as I had been a moment ago, but now it wasn’t his cock. It was all semen. I felt like a balloon he was blowing up. My body was shaking. It was happening. I know, you’re not supposed to be able to feel it… but I COULD. I could feel his cum spurting into my womb, feel it flooding my waiting egg… Oh god… my EGG. I was… I was…
I was pregnant.
I couldn’t know it, but I did. He slid himself back into me, stirring the frothy soup of cum he had filled me with, and a groaned. Had I cum? I had no idea… nothing had ever felt as overwhelming as the sensation of the fertilized egg nuzzling itself into my uterine wall… a sensation I knew I was just imagining, but I couldn’t help it. I was pregnant. He had done it. He rolled me onto my back, and I flopped over limply, all my muscles barely responsive. My muscles were so spent and feeble, so totally overwhelmed by what had just happened, that I was almost drooling. He eased me onto my back, and I looked up at him. God, he was so perfect. I loved him. I felt so weak and pitiful knowing it, because I knew he didn’t love me. He wasn’t mine. I would do anything for him, give him anything. Everything. I HAD given him everything. He took it, because it was his to take. And he had given me a piece of himself. I cried softly, feeling him lift my legs up to my chest, the hot, frothy cum inside me churning as he lifted my hips.
“Hold yourself like that.”
I did as he told me, already knowing why. This would make sure we conceived. There was always a chance, I supposed, but I already knew we were beyond it. His cum had already done it’s job. I already had a tiny little dividing cell inside me that was going to become his little zygote. He caressed me hair, and it was everything. His kiss was perfect.
“Say it one more time.” he said.
I looked at him, barely finding the air in my lungs to speak. “I’ll keep it…” I whispered, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. He smiled at me, and left my room. I lay back, staring at the ceiling. I reached over my leg, rubbing my hand over my lower abdomen. I had him inside me.
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I stood at Lana and Adam’s doorstep, holding the foil covered tray in one hand, and little Jacob’s hand in the other. He squirmed with delight, eager to see his friends. He had known Lana and Adam from the day he was born. I had had to drop out of school and lived with my parents, who were incredibly disappointed in me for doing something so irresponsible, especially since I couldn’t tell them who the father was. Thankfully, Lana never wavered in her support of me, always treating me like a sister, embracing me and my little Jacob, treating him like he was her little nephew, always ready to help with whatever I needed. A few years later, when she married Adam and I was her maid of honor, little Jacob was there as a honorary ring bearer. Adam had gotten his master's degree, and then he had run for state senate. With Lana’s family’s money neither of them had to work, but Lana became a social worker anyway, at least until she was pregnant herself. She had two babies, both of them girls, and Jacob thought of them as his cousins. He loved visiting with auntie Lana and uncle Adam.
Lana answered the door, and hugged me hello, bringing me into the house. Jacob ran to play with little Juliette and Zoe. I followed Lana out through their gorgeous newly-renovated kitchen out to their new brick patio. I always loved it out here, with the elegant pool, and the forest surrounding them in every direction. It was so peaceful compared to the tiny apartment I shared with my son. It had taken years, some of which I had spent living in Lana and Adam’s basement, but I had finally gotten a place with two bedrooms so for the first time in almost a decade Jacob and I didn’t have to share a room. I was still taking online classes, but it was hard with my work schedule; I worked as a secretary in a dental office. It was actually a fairly recent thing; I had spent many years after I dropped out of school to have Jacob working as a cleaning girl, sleeping during the day and cleaning different offices at night.
Adam was outside, already working the grill. He was just wearing his swim trunks, and as he smiled at me, I felt part of myself melt. I wished my body had held up like Adam and Lana’s had. His abs weren’t a sharply defined, his sculpted neck and pectoral muscles not as thick, but they were all still there, his body looking as elegantly powerful as ever. Lana, of course, was gorgeous. She wore a find silk coverup, but still, her bikini body was evident, every perfect curve on display… even her taut tummy, still firm after two kids. My tummy had never completely gotten back its youthful firmness after I had been pregnant with Jacob. After several years I had managed to reclaim my the shape, but it was always soft to the touch. I didn’t wear bikinis anymore, I didn’t want anyone to notice it.
Adam set down his grilling tools, and came around the pool to hug me, and I melted into his arms, just like always. Lana was busy taking my offering of greek stuffed manicotti over to the food table, and so for just a moment, I could wrap my arms around her husband, and remember that I belonged to him.
I’d never heard anything in my life that meant so much. He held himself so deep inside me, never pulling back, just rocking his hips into mine. I clung to him desperately, feeling him grim me so tightly it almost hurt… but of course, I was his to hurt. I was his to use, to fuck, to impregnate… just knowing how much I belonged to him made my cunt tremble around his cock. “I’ll keep it…” I mouthed almost wordlessly, my gasping breath barely giving the words sounds. “I’ll keep it…” I barely had enough in me to even THINK about the words, but they burned inside me. He was making me pregnant. When he said ‘here it comes’, he wasn’t just talking about his orgasm, or the cum he was putting into me… he meant his CHILD. He was deliberately breeding me, using my womb as it was meant be be used, to gestate his child until I gave birth… and I would keep it. I would keep the pregnancy, keep the baby, raise it… Could I stay in school? Could I have… anything? Or was this it? Was this moment THE moment when my whole future changed? And just like that, I felt it. I bit my tongue, buried my face in the pillow, taking every bit of me not to scream. UUUgh…. so… MUCH…. so much CUM…. he pulled back, and he burst in me again, but there was more room now, it wasn’t exploding right into my cervix… but I quickly felt my inside swell. I was just as full as I had been a moment ago, but now it wasn’t his cock. It was all semen. I felt like a balloon he was blowing up. My body was shaking. It was happening. I know, you’re not supposed to be able to feel it… but I COULD. I could feel his cum spurting into my womb, feel it flooding my waiting egg… Oh god… my EGG. I was… I was…
I was pregnant.
I couldn’t know it, but I did. He slid himself back into me, stirring the frothy soup of cum he had filled me with, and a groaned. Had I cum? I had no idea… nothing had ever felt as overwhelming as the sensation of the fertilized egg nuzzling itself into my uterine wall… a sensation I knew I was just imagining, but I couldn’t help it. I was pregnant. He had done it. He rolled me onto my back, and I flopped over limply, all my muscles barely responsive. My muscles were so spent and feeble, so totally overwhelmed by what had just happened, that I was almost drooling. He eased me onto my back, and I looked up at him. God, he was so perfect. I loved him. I felt so weak and pitiful knowing it, because I knew he didn’t love me. He wasn’t mine. I would do anything for him, give him anything. Everything. I HAD given him everything. He took it, because it was his to take. And he had given me a piece of himself. I cried softly, feeling him lift my legs up to my chest, the hot, frothy cum inside me churning as he lifted my hips.
“Hold yourself like that.”
I did as he told me, already knowing why. This would make sure we conceived. There was always a chance, I supposed, but I already knew we were beyond it. His cum had already done it’s job. I already had a tiny little dividing cell inside me that was going to become his little zygote. He caressed me hair, and it was everything. His kiss was perfect.
“Say it one more time.” he said.
I looked at him, barely finding the air in my lungs to speak. “I’ll keep it…” I whispered, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. He smiled at me, and left my room. I lay back, staring at the ceiling. I reached over my leg, rubbing my hand over my lower abdomen. I had him inside me.
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YEARS
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I stood at Lana and Adam’s doorstep, holding the foil covered tray in one hand, and little Jacob’s hand in the other. He squirmed with delight, eager to see his friends. He had known Lana and Adam from the day he was born. I had had to drop out of school and lived with my parents, who were incredibly disappointed in me for doing something so irresponsible, especially since I couldn’t tell them who the father was. Thankfully, Lana never wavered in her support of me, always treating me like a sister, embracing me and my little Jacob, treating him like he was her little nephew, always ready to help with whatever I needed. A few years later, when she married Adam and I was her maid of honor, little Jacob was there as a honorary ring bearer. Adam had gotten his master's degree, and then he had run for state senate. With Lana’s family’s money neither of them had to work, but Lana became a social worker anyway, at least until she was pregnant herself. She had two babies, both of them girls, and Jacob thought of them as his cousins. He loved visiting with auntie Lana and uncle Adam.
Lana answered the door, and hugged me hello, bringing me into the house. Jacob ran to play with little Juliette and Zoe. I followed Lana out through their gorgeous newly-renovated kitchen out to their new brick patio. I always loved it out here, with the elegant pool, and the forest surrounding them in every direction. It was so peaceful compared to the tiny apartment I shared with my son. It had taken years, some of which I had spent living in Lana and Adam’s basement, but I had finally gotten a place with two bedrooms so for the first time in almost a decade Jacob and I didn’t have to share a room. I was still taking online classes, but it was hard with my work schedule; I worked as a secretary in a dental office. It was actually a fairly recent thing; I had spent many years after I dropped out of school to have Jacob working as a cleaning girl, sleeping during the day and cleaning different offices at night.
Adam was outside, already working the grill. He was just wearing his swim trunks, and as he smiled at me, I felt part of myself melt. I wished my body had held up like Adam and Lana’s had. His abs weren’t a sharply defined, his sculpted neck and pectoral muscles not as thick, but they were all still there, his body looking as elegantly powerful as ever. Lana, of course, was gorgeous. She wore a find silk coverup, but still, her bikini body was evident, every perfect curve on display… even her taut tummy, still firm after two kids. My tummy had never completely gotten back its youthful firmness after I had been pregnant with Jacob. After several years I had managed to reclaim my the shape, but it was always soft to the touch. I didn’t wear bikinis anymore, I didn’t want anyone to notice it.
Adam set down his grilling tools, and came around the pool to hug me, and I melted into his arms, just like always. Lana was busy taking my offering of greek stuffed manicotti over to the food table, and so for just a moment, I could wrap my arms around her husband, and remember that I belonged to him.
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