Lonely No More

Imagine you’re a lonely college girl.

You’ve gone untouched for the last few years as you’d sworn off romance and sex to focus on your studies. You’d planned on getting fucked and fucked well by the end of the first few weeks, but alas, you hadn’t yet broken away from your studiousness.

Now it’s almost January and you’re so horny you’re always wet. You’ve got a bagful of free condoms, boring dating app results, and only a dildo for company.

Things start looking up on New Years when you see a beautiful man at a party. He sweeps you off your feet for the customary kiss and you melt in more ways than one. You wind up at his place, foggy with lust, panting and moaning as he fills your hungry, aching, dripping, hole. Your nails scrape his backside as you pull him into you further as you both come hard.

You wake up sticky and still joined. When slip his spent cock out of you and stand to walk to the bathroom you feel wetness. You look down and see a dribble of white fluid coming from your well-fucked opening and you dart your gaze to the cock you just pulled off of. No condom! 

Your handsome not-so-one-night-stand decides to stick around when the little stick shows a firm plus sign. You cry. He comforts you (with a nice fuck and some cuddles). You can’t handle the thought of abortion or giving the baby up so at 18 you’re going to be a parent. Oh shit!

Fast forward a few months, you’ve transferred to community college and you are taking summer courses. Turns out your new husband-cum-babydaddy has a good job in finance, so not everything from your future plans is ruined but you still wanted your degree. You look down at your taut belly and smile at the baby snuggled inside. It’s been about seven months and your belly is now super obvious and gets in the way constantly.

The professor announces that class is over and you wait for some space to waddle around in before you stand up to go pee for the millionth time. You heave yourself up out of the desk that had been pushing your bump into you. Hands now rubbing your round belly, you looked for your new friend. She was someone you knew from high school but she’d been super popular. Now she was just like you, thoroughly knocked up and not where she had been expecting to be in life. She came over, belly brushing you gently as you two walk out of the building.

The two of you leave and go back to your hubby’s apartment. Though you hadn’t gotten any crazy college hookups while living on campus, the two of you now got it on all of the time. Sometimes you and she would just massage one another. Other times you’d break out toys or either of your husbands would join and you’d have your own pregnant orgy. It’s not the life you’d pictured, but man is it a great life!

A few month after that, you both have labored and delivered big, healthy babies and are gleefully nursing both your babies and your lovers. The four of you have all moved into a spacious apartment together and are working towards being financially well-off. But, in the meantime, you’re watching your friend’s breasts swinging and leaking milk as your husband pounds his raw dick into her fertile womb. In the mirror behind your husband, you can see and feel her husband doing the same to you. With any luck, the two of you will be pregnant together again shortly and for a long tome to come.

-Uuuuu again. Btw, I read comments, so if you’ve got thoughts or suggestions definitely post them! It makes me so happy to see readers happy. (But i you’re rude, shove it.)

Biblical Fuckery

Imagine you, a priest, are reading the Bible and you come accoss the story of Lot and his daughters. The three people are the only survivors of the destruction of the sinful cities Sodom and Gomorrah and the daughters worry about human survival. They hatch a plot to ply Lot, their father, with wine and then breed with him, which they do, each birthing a powerful child. You doze off reading this and your traitorous member rises in your robes…

Suddenly you awaken in a dark, dry cave with merely a trickle of water for moisture and the howl of wind over hot sand for sound. You sit up and remember waking that morning with your two gentle daughters and discussing where you should go that would be safe. Your day was normal, eating and conversing, your daughters tending to your needs as required. They were happy to do so. Now that you remember where you were, it is time for supper. You rise from your woolen bedroll and find your pretty daughters cooking dinner. You eat and laugh but your daughters seem more restrained than usual. They look determined. You drink a flagon of dark wine with your meal but your daughters keep refilling and they only drink a half cup each. You shrug it off and enjoy being spoilt, drinking until you are thoroughly wasted. Yor eldest daughter gets up and grabs your hand to guide you back to your bedroll. She lays you down after pulling your constricting robes off. You lay willingly and rub yourself without the shame of sobriety. Your member stands proud and dripping precum onto your abdomen. Without you noticing, your daughter removes your clothing and your other daughter enters and kneels behind your head. Your vision suddenly darkens, startling you, as your younger daughter sits up with her knees beside your head and her robes cover you from the top of your head to your nipples. Your hand stills and leaves your confused cock to grip one of her legs surrounding your head as she sinks her womanhood onto your mouth. Your toungue flicks out of your mouth and into her slickening opening and she moans and rocks on you. Outside of her skirts, you feel your elder daughter’s legs moving up your thighs towards your hips. You are still devouring your younger daughter’s core as warm slick skin suddenly touches your engorged member. A second later, the warm inner folds of a woman envelop your cock. Your hand holding your squirming younger daughter on your mouth toghtens and your other right hand reaches to grab the woman fucking herself onto your greedy manhood. Your hips thrust into her and your thumb rubs her clitoris as you come directly against her low and open cervix, spend leaking into her eager womb that contacts as she comes. She pulls off and your younger daughter presses into your mouth to remind you of your work. Your member rises quickly as a hand strokes it and you eat the best tasting pussy you’ve had. You groan as it pulls away from your mouth but you slur approving words as she sits on your cock. She comes quickly and then once more as you nudge your member into her womb to fill it with warm semen. You then drunkenly pass out and dream of nothing… A few months later you watch your gravid daughters sit and rub oils onto themselves. Each one has a firm hard belly with a very active child inside. They’ve refused to tell you the fathers, merely thanking the Holy Father for their blessings. You enjoy watching them waddle around and struggle to tend to you around their massive bellies. Each one has a belly that indicates twins, but when your hands peruse their womb you only ever feel one child inside each…

The time for them to birth has come and passed by a week or so. They force themselves to walk but their bellies are large enough to require a hand or two under each at all times. Both have dropped from perfect spheres topped with round breasts to heavy teardrops with milky teats spilling liquid over the sides of their packed wombs. They’ve stopped wearing clothing in the cave as they are sensitive to the rough homespun. They both constantly rub their moving orbs, focusing on the hard pressure of the head at the base of their belly. You watch your elder daughter sit heavily on her bedroll, clutching her heavy load tenderly. Your other daughter paces slowly before lying on her back on her own bedroll. Her womb sticks up in the air above her and she wimpers pathetically at the weight of her child inside of her. You listen as they discuss ways to break the birth waters and begins the births they should have had over a week ago. You get an idea but swig wine before suggesting what you and their mother had done. She had also gone overdue and had needed a strong fucking to break her water. Your elder daughter flipped with effort onto her knees, belly swinging beneath her and begged you to break her water. Your younger daughter placed a few pillows under her behind and requested her turn after her sister. You swallowed some more wine and offered a prayer as you kneeled behind the elder and thrusted in hard. You reached around and gripped her hanging womb in your right hand and her teats in your left. As you came pressed deeply in her, water trickled down her legs and her labor began. Your younger daughter spread her legs in the air at your approach and you pushed yourself into her tight clench. She squealed as you pulled her to you by the womb and leaned over to suck on her milk-dripping nipples. She came and came as you slammed into her hips, balls slapping her ass and her belly shaking. Before you could even pull out the baby’s head was spreading her cervix. You went back to watching them both. They strained around the babies that had stuffed them so hugely. You tugged the baby out of your elder daughter after the shoulders forced themselves out. The baby must have been twenty pounds! Your daughter passed out with her babe on her breast and you went to do the same for the younger…

You startled yourself awake in your chair, the Bible still in your hand open to Lot’s story and a thick load of come in your crotch. Suddenly you had some inspiration to share with your favorite young nun…

-Uuuuu

I think about being bred all the time. My body knows what I don’t want to admit, I guess, which is that I’m a completely fertile woman ready to accept my biologically-preordained role to bear children. I’m absolutely terrified of the possibility that I might become really, truly pregnant, and would stop at nothing to prevent it, but at the same time it’s also all that I want, and I want it so, so badly. I can’t even orgasm unless I think about something, anything, impregnating me. I desperately want it for real – I want to be impregnated and restrained until I have absolutely no choice but to accept the reality of your baby growing inside me.

This is exactly what ive been feeling that i couldn’t describe until i found this post who wants to talk about this with me

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