Josh sank his c*ck further into me, and it felt like he was splitting me in two. I had never felt so filled. I cringed a bit in pain, but then Josh began stroking my cl*t again and soon the pain was gone. He was about halfway in when he pulled out and I moaned, missing the hardness of him. Another orgasm was quickly building, and just as I came, Josh shoved himself completely inside of me. "Ahh!" I cried out in pleasure and pain, and gripped Josh. "There, there, my dear," he said as he held himself inside of me. "We've got to give your tiny p*ssy time to get used to me." He bent down and began kissing my breasts, the feel of his soft lips making me tremble. My whole body was electrified. Every part of me seemed to be wired to my p*ssy, and wherever Josh touched me gave me a sexual shock—my ribs, my stomach, the sides of my breasts. Before I knew it I was moaning with desire and Josh was slipping easily in and out of my p*ssy. He wrapped my legs around him and pushed in deeper.
"Soon, my darling, very soon." Josh reached down and pulled on my nipples. "Just thinking about milking these makes me so hard." I was shaking, my body tensing up in pleasure. "Oh, Josh, don't stop! Make me c*m, oh, I'm so close!" "That's it, my little slut, beg me. Beg for your father-in-law's sperm." "I want it so bad," I panted. "Please, Josh, give me your sperm." Still inside me, Josh wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up to him. He kissed my neck and cupped and twisted my nipples, then began rhythmically tapping my cl*t. "Come with me, Miranda," he said. "Come with me and the same seed that made your husband will make you a baby. I know you're close. I can feel your p*ssy sucking at me. That's it, suck a little harder and you'll suck the sperm into you." My body tightened even more, and then I exploded in pleasure as I felt Josh go rigid and grip my hips so tightly that I was certain he had bruised the skin. He cried out and again I felt the pressure of him spraying
"Watch me put a baby in you," you say to me as you kiss my neck and caress my tits. This is your latest obsession, your mission that must be accomplished. Most men can't stand pregnant women; they think they're fat and ugly, but not you. Every time you see a pregnant belly, your c*ck stands at attention, as if to salute. You're all for breastfeeding in public, as long as you can watch with that bulge in your shorts. Our pornography collection seems more like the videos you would find at the obstetrician. You're always bringing home some new movie where a sexy woman with a bulging belly is getting satisfied by one or two young studs or other pregnant women. You love to watch as a woman gets her tits milked and p*ssy eaten as though she were a cow, spraying forth her life-giving nectar from dark brown nipples. You especially love if that woman is pregnant. You've dreamt of the day when you would be able to bury yourself deep within a womb and coat it with your hot, potent seed. You'd gi
"Authorities are urging people to lock their doors and windows and to remain in place until further notice. Residents are not to leave their homes or places of work until further notice. The escaped creature is said to be aggressive and high dan-" Lorie turned off her T.V. and sat back on the couch. What the hell was going on? An escaped experiment? Like a mutant or something? It sounded unreal but made sure her apartment was secure anyway. Not like anything could hide in the tiny one-room studio apartment. There wasn't anything she could do now except wait for the whole thing to blow over. She had enough food to last for a few days; Classes had been canceled due to the alert, so there wasn't anywhere she needed to be. However, just in case classes did start up again, she pulled down her murphy bed and stretched out with her laptop and books. Not even an escaped mutant would save her GPA, and she wasn't about to fall behind. She worked until late in the evening, only taking breaks to
Before she could begin to wonder what was happening, he pushed forward and something large moved through his member and into her womb. The egg entered her with a *pop* and Lorie's back arched as the foreign sensation. He thrust again and another egg was transferred, then another, and another. The slow, almost gentle thrust of his hips coupled with the feeling of being stuffed made her eyes roll back in ecstasy. She felt so close; The continuous stream of eggs was massaging the most sensitive parts of her while the tendrils at the base of his c*ck played with her cl*t. Her body writhed as her belly was stretched. "I- can't take it anymore," the first words she had been able to get out since the whole thing began, and her last before she arched in climax. Above her, the creature trilled. His hands and tendrils caressing her body all over. The ones at her mouth slid down her throat and back out. At some point, he stopped pumping in the eggs, and his body gave a grassy shudder. A differen
It was a dark and stormy night. No kidding. When the weather turned nasty I pulled off the highway and sought shelter in a motel. I unloaded a new toy I had made and set it up in my room for the night. I was in the process of delivering this equipment, but I decided to take a good look at it that night. It was a full sheet of 8x4 plywood, painted and upholstered on one side. There were various attachments and such, and it took a while to put it all together. When I was done, there in my motel room was quite a nifty wife-pleasing contraption. It was, quite simply, a fucking machine. The "Penetron." Near the bottom were two blocks to stand on. There were handholds and a comfy headrest. The whole thing leaned back at an adjustable angle. At the center was a motorized device, and in a separate plastic bag were several dildos of different lengths, widths, shapes and colors. I noticed that they were of very good quality, firmly soft and flesh-like to the touch. One even had peel-back foresk
Robert's eyes were almost closed but still he struggled, hanging on to that last sliver of consciousness like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a bit of flotsam. But she was making it hard, almost impossible to stay awake. The vision of the large soft breasts that first ensnared him now danced inside his drooping eyelids. Her musky perfume filled his nostrils, tranquilizing him when he should be terrified. Her voice was cooing and inviting, promising him repose ... and relief. He could no longer push away the soft hand on his cock, massaging him, stroking him, making him want to come so bad. Still he resisted. He knew, somehow, that as long as he did not orgasm he was not lost. That was her teasing almost irresistibly tempting offer: let her make him come, give in to her touch; give in to the terrible sweet drowsiness that would melt his will into hers.How did this happen? How could he have blundered from a difficult relation with his pushy girlfriend into this nightmare? If he had on
My wife Jane worked for what we thought was a substantial company but this was nothing compared to the multi national corporation that had taken over. In the couple of months since this had happened much of her company had been sold off leaving only the small research division she worked in. More worrying, she had been the secretary to the divisional director. A kind man in his early 60's, with all the changes her boss had taken the opportunity to take early retirement. In view of all the staff redundancies that had been happening we were not optimistic for her on going employment.Today Jane was to learn her fate. The new divisional director was flying in from New York and had summoned Jane for a meeting. Jane was in for a surprise, not only was her job safe but it would involve travelling a lot with Jake her new boss. Jake asked lots of questions some, which seemed very personal but Jane could not help but reply fully and honestly. She told Jake that she was 29, had been married to
"I tell you that love has nothing to do with the conception of a child or the formation of a family," Dr Steven Myers told his wife Dr Elizabeth Myers one night over dinner."Of course all you need for conception is an egg and a sperm, coupled with a 9 month gestation period and there you have your child," Steven continued."Steven of course. But I think love is required to have a family," Elizabeth replied."Love? Will you please use your brain," he retorted snobbishly."How many orphans are there in the world? Millions," he continued."Are we to assume that if there was love they would not be orphans? Of course not. Pregnancy is a biological response of the human beings desire to breed. It is the only thing that man is trained for," he continued."But would you not concede that love is the foundation of the happy family," she countered.