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Surrogate
by TheStork (storkxxxstories@gmail.com)
***
A teenage girl fantasizes about getting knocked up,
but fear of taking care of a baby keeps her libido in
check. That is until she finds a way to indulge her
fetish and skip the consequences. (MM/f-teen,
underage, intr, swinger, preg-fetish)
***
When I was fifteen, my boyfriend was obsessed with
giving me facials. And I don't mean the spa treatment.
The first time I gave him a handjob, as soon as his
dick started to jerk, he pointed it at my face, and a
few seconds later I had globs of sticky, white sperm
running coating my forehead, getting in my eye, and
running down my cheek. I didn't realize this until
later, when I had something to compare him to, but he
produced a lot of cum. And after that first time, when
I didn't object, that's all he wanted to do.
I figured, if it made him happy, where was the harm?
He'd fingerbang me until I came, so I was perfectly
happy to get him off however he wanted me to. So after
a few weeks of stroking his cock until he painted my
face with jizz, I graduated to sucking him off. But he
never liked for me to swallow his load. On those rare
occasions he didn't pull out in time to hose me down,
he wanted to see me spit all his cum out so he could
see it. I got pretty good at sending a wave of sperm
dribbling down my chin and onto my boobs, and that
always got him excited.
Virtually every load he shot onto my face, he took a
photo. Or video. Or both. Nearly all of that ended up
on the internet — to this day there are dozens of
photos of my smiling, sperm-drenched teenage face
floating around out there. Now, a lot of you might say
he was totally demeaning me. And I say, if you think
it's demeaning, don't do it. Personally, I thought it
was pretty hot, so I was happy to play along.
It was his fantasy and all, but I really got into it.
I loved being able to make a guy cum, and I still do
to this day. It's a powerful feeling. And I really
started to get turned on my his thick, white sperm —
the way it feels, sticky but also slippery; the
contrast of pearly white against my dark skin; the
pungent scent that's a bigger turn-on than any
cologne; and most of all, how dangerous it is.
You see, while he had his fantasy, I was starting to
develop my own. I knew if that thick, creamy mess got
inside of me, I'd be swelling up with a baby in no
time flat. I was terrified of the idea, and yet I
found it thrilling at the same time. Thick ropes of
his sperm, shooting deep inside my body, right into my
womb, finding and fertilizing an egg. Transforming my
body, as my breasts got full with milk, and my belly
stretching out as a baby grew inside of me. From a
very young age, that was my biggest fear, and my
biggest fantasy.
Of course, I was too responsible, not to mention
fearful, to act on it. I mostly just thought about it
when I masturbated. The few times we had sex, my
boyfriend wore a condom. But it was only a few times —
he was mostly interested in me from the neck up.
Eventually, I broke it off with him and found a new
guy, and we quickly got down to business.
The new guy was more than happy to fuck me, and I was
more than happy to spread my legs. Both of our parents
worked late, so we had a standing date after school to
go to my house or his and screw each other senseless
until about 15 minutes before either of our moms got
home. I was spending all my money on condoms, happily,
but every time he filled one, I imagined feeling his
cock in me for real, skin against skin, and wondered
what it would be like to take his sperm inside of me.
Eventually, I couldn't just fantasize. I had to know
what it felt like, fucking for real, with no barriers
between us. So I came up with a plan. I knew from
researching online that a woman is least fertile at
the end of her cycle. If you're regular, as I was, the
egg drops two weeks in, then after a few days, it
dies, and you're free and clear until next month.
So I carefully timed my cycle, picked what was sure to
be the last day before my period, and then I fulfilled
the greatest desire of my short teenage life — I took
a bare cock into my pussy, fucked a boy completely
unprotected, and took a thick load of hot, fertile
sperm deep inside my belly. Five loads, actually.
After fucking twice after school, we ran out of time,
so I got him to sneak out that night, sneak into my
room, and get back to work.
I don't think it's an exaggeration to say that
afternoon of fucking changed my life. The sex itself
was incredible. His bare cock felt so good sliding
into my pussy — it was like all the condom-clad
fucking we had been doing didn't even count. I was
losing my virginity for real, feeling the warmth of
his naked shaft sliding inside of me. And then when he
came, I thought about his seed flooding my womb, about
the sticky, white mess that was coating my insides,
about the possibility, no matter how small, that my
belly would be swelling up with his child. All of that
went through my head, as I had my first ever orgasm
from fucking a guy.
Afterwards was really hot, too. He ran home to get
there before his mom, and I just lay on the bed,
feeling a trickle of sperm run out from between my
legs, down my ass crack, and onto the towel under my
ass. I savored that feeling, of being full of cum, of
feeling the evidence of our lovemaking leaking out of
me. I stood up to take a shower, and his slick semen
started running down my legs. I was paralyzed with
lust. I couldn't take a step towards the shower, I
just stood there, legs spread slightly apart, hand
gravitating toward my clit, feeling two loads of sperm
slowly running down my thigh, down my calf, and
eventually dripping off my ankle onto the floor.
I never did take that shower. I told my mom I wanted
to stay in my room to work on a school project, and I
just lay in bed, still naked, luxuriating in the
feeling of finally having a man's seed inside of me.
Of finally being fucked for real. I lazily fingered my
pussy, trying to coax another drop of semen out from
between my labia, and another. I ran my fingers along
my leg where the sperm had dripped down, and rubbed it
on my lips, my breasts, my belly. I felt sexy, I felt
dirty, I felt unashamed, and for the first time, I
felt like a real woman.
I played with my boyfriend's sperm while I texted him
and told him I needed him inside of me again. We met
up that night and fucked three more times, three more
times he shot thick ropes of gooey baby batter into my
inner recesses, and twice more I had some of the most
powerful orgasms of my life. After he left, I repeated
my earlier exercise, standing up and feeling his seed
leaking out of me, and then coaxing as much as I could
out of my pussy and onto my hand, so I could feel it
all over my body. I went to sleep with my lover's
sperm and sweat drying on my lithe, teenage body, and
for the first time in my life, I felt completely and
utterly happy.
I realized a few things, lying there revelling in
feeling well and truly fucked. One was that I could
never go back to condoms, at least not full-time. I
had intended this to be a one-time thing, just so I
could have the experience. But the experience was too
good not to have again at every opportunity. From that
point on, when I was fertile, we'd use a condom, or
the withdrawl method, or I'd suck him off and take his
load on my face or my breasts, just for old times'
sake. But the last week of every month, every drop of
sperm his balls could produce went inside my belly,
and that was far and away the best sex we had.
The second thing I realized was that, if we kept on
like this, eventually he was going to knock me up. And
we were definitely going to keep on like this. That
was the first thing, remember? So sooner or later, I
was having a baby. If it wasn't this guy, it'd be the
next guy, or the next one. You can only play with fire
so many times before you get burned. You know why they
call the withdrawl method that? Because if that's your
method, you have to withdrawl some money from the bank
and buy a crib.
The worst part was, I didn't care. I just accepted it,
the way you accept it was going to get cold in the
wintertime. I was going to keep fucking, he was going
to keep me full of his sperm, and one day one of those
sperm would catch. It was as if it was fate, and I had
no control over it. The truth is, deep down, I didn't
want any control. I could have gone on the pill,
easily, and eliminated the risk. But I wanted the
risk. That was what turned me on the most. In fact, I
didn't just want the risk. I wanted to get burned. I
wanted to get pregnant. I wanted my body to transform
with that pregnancy, for my flat stomach to grow
round, for my breasts to grow heavy with milk. I
wanted to feel people's stares, gawking at the slutty
knocked-up teenager. I wanted to show off my huge,
bulging tummy, to show the whole world that this
sixteen-year-old loved being filled up with sperm and
didn't care about the consequences. The problem was, I
did care about the consequences. I fantasized
consequently about getting pregnant. I just didn't
want to take care of a baby.
That's what killed the fantasy. The depressing thought
of being another 16 and Pregnant episode, pushing a
stroller around when my friends are all going to
college? Being another black girl on food stamps
because she was too stupid to use condoms? That was my
nightmare. And that nightmare was the only thing that
kept my libido in check. All I wanted was to have
bareback sex, take lots of sperm into my fertile womb,
get knocked up, spend nine months swelling up with a
baby, and then have the baby magically go away. Was
that so wrong?
Then, miraculously, I found a way to make that happen.
It's a sad story, really. My sister Angie, who's 11
years older than me, had been trying to get pregnant
by her husband Mark for years. They really wanted
kids, and even just seeing her once in a while, I saw
the toll it took on her. They were over one time, and
I heard them telling our mom about their problems.
Angie was infertile, and any option she had to get
pregnant was expensive and risky. They could spend
tens of thousands of dollars — which they didn't have
— on en vitro and have nothing to show for it.
Adoption was just as expensive, and they could get
turned down at the last minute, or be stuck waiting
for years. She was in tears by the end of it, and as
much as I felt awful for her, I also felt the wheels
turning in my head. I had an idea.
After she and Mom were done talking, I took her aside.
"What about a surrogate?"
"A surrogate? That would be expensive too, and where
would we find somebody?"
"What if you found somebody who would do it for free?
Because she loves her sister so much?"
It took a second for her to figure out what I was
after, but I saw the look of realization spread across
her face, followed by shock.
"You? No way! You're way too young! Mom would kill
both of us!"
"Plenty of girls in my school are pregnant for way
worse reasons. Girls younger than me, too."
It was true. There was one white girl in eighth grade
whose belly was so big she just stopped trying to fit
it under a shirt and let it hang out all day. Her
boobs were like cantaloupes, and those could barely
fit under her shirt either. I was soooo totally
jealous. Over the next few weeks, I kept making the
case to Angie, always playing the concerned, selfless,
loving sister, and eventually I started to wear her
down.
"Now, if we're going to do this, hypothetically, you'd
come with us to the fertility clinic, and they'd
inject a sample of Mark's sperm into your womb."
"Wow. That seems so cold and sterile. Is that really
how you want your baby conceived?"
"Well, that's how it's usually done. Wait, what are
you getting at?"
She looked at me quizzically, but I think she knew
exactly where I was going with this.
"Well, you know, there's another way Mark's sperm
could get me pregnant, that wouldn't cost us
anything..."
I tried on my most innocent smile, but she wasn't
buying it for a second.
"No way! You're way too young for that. And he's my
husband! I can't let him cheat on me with my own
sister!"
"But it's not cheating. We'd be doing it for the sake
of your baby. It wouldn't be behind your back or
anything — you could even be there if you wanted to.
And don't think I'm too young to have sex — I've
already done it twice just today!"
I told her about my boyfriend, and how we had been
going at it like rabbits for months. And that led to
me telling her about my pregnancy fetish, that as much
as she wanted a baby, I wanted to get pregnant, and if
we did this together, everyone would get what they
wanted. It took a lot of coaxing, but I got her to
open up to the idea. I'm pretty sure as soon as she
mentioned it to Mark, he started wearing her down too.
It's not every day your wife asks you to knock up a
teenage girl for her!
Eventually, I got her to agree. I think she thought it
was pretty fucked-up, but at that point she wanted a
baby so bad she didn't care what she had to do to get
it. Plus, as I told her many times, if I was the
mother, the baby would be her flesh and blood. And of
course her husband would be the one knocking me up, so
it was as close as they'd come to having one of their
own.
Words cannot describe how much I was looking forward
to Mark putting a baby in me. I mean, obviously it was
my biggest fantasy and everything. But even on top of
that, my sister had married well. Mark was one of
those Asian guys who deals with the stereotype about
guys like him being small and weak, by going to the
gym and getting super-buff. He was still skinny — he
hadn't turned into some meathead jock or anything like
that — but he had abs you could bounce a quarter off
of, and wore tight t-shirts to accentuate his biceps.
Not that I noticed or anything. Oh, and he had
cheekbones you could cut glass with. You might say I
was knocking off my two biggest fantasies at once.
While we waited for my cycle to line up, I spent three
weeks pretty much masturbating constantly, thinking
about Mark shooting his sperm deep into my womb and
making a baby in me. I fucked my boyfriend with even
more enthusiasm than before, because I was fantasizing
about Mark. He thought it was just because I was into
him. Eventually I had to break the news. Of course, I
played the selfless little sister card again, but I
told him we had to take a break from sex so I didn't
risk getting pregnant by the wrong guy.
The truth was, I wanted a break so I could build up
some sexual frustration. I wanted to spend a few weeks
climbing the walls, so that by the time I hit my peak
fertility, I'd be begging Mark to breed me. I guess
I'd be doing that anyway, but I savored those few
weeks, constantly horny, fantasizing about my hot
brother-in-law's sperm flooding my womb and finding an
egg, making my belly swell up with a blackanese baby.
This could be the last month of my life before I truly
knew what it was like to be pregnant.
The week before the big day, I had sex on the brain
pretty much 24/7. I'd spend all day fantasizing about
Mark fucking a baby into me, then have dreams at night
about my belly swelling up. By the time I knocked on
Angie's door, my panties were soaked through with
anticipation.
My sister was visibly nervous as she ushered me into
the house, but it was nothing compared to me — I was
shaking like a leaf!
"A-are you still sure you want to do this?" Her voice
broke as she asked me. I couldn't speak, I just nodded
eagerly, a big smile creeping across my face. She took
me by the hand as she led me into the kitchen, and I
squeezed her hand, both of us trying to reassure the
other that what we were about to do was okay.
Only Mark was calm and confident. He was waiting for
us in the kitchen, and he smiled at the two of us,
hand in hand. "Hey, kiddo," — that's what he had
always called me, I was 15 years younger than him,
after all — "you ready?" The twinkle in his eye said
everything his words didn't. Are you ready to fuck me?
Are you ready to have my cock inside of you,
stretching out your pussy, pushing against your
cervix, flooding your innermost recesses with thick,
potent sperm? Are you ready for my sperm to seek out
one of your eggs, fertilizing it, making your belly
swell up with my child?
In that moment, I knew where the term "blushing bride"
came from, as I felt myself flush. In the old days,
when most brides were still virgins, they had to stand
at the altar knowing that, in a few hours, they were
going to get deflowered, fucked, and probably
impregnated, and everyone in the room knew it. It was
one step away from being fucked in public, as everyone
in the church must have surely been picturing the
bride on her back, taking her first cock and her first
load of sweet, impregnating sperm. Apart from the
deflowering, I was in exactly the same position. I'm
sure Angie told Mark about my pregnancy fetish, so I'm
sure he knew how badly I wanted him to impregnate me.
I imagine that's a pretty good feeling for a guy.
Mark certainly seemed to be enjoying himself. "Should
we eat, hang out, talk about this?" He let the word
"this" hang in the air, as we all thought about the
implications. "Or should we just get to it?"
Angie answered for me. She reached behind me and
unzipped the back of my dress. I was wearing a yellow
sundress, and as soon as she let go, it slid to the
floor in a puddle at my feet. I didn't wear a bra —
what was the point, if I was just coming over to be
fucked? So my full, teenage breasts were on display,
and Mark wasn't shy about enjoying the view. I heard
the rustling of my sister's skirt falling to the
floor, and I looked over to see her pulling her t-
shirt over her own breasts.
I could see a bulge start to grow in Mark's pants as
he drank in the sight of his sexy wife and her teenage
sister, the woman he spent every night with alongside
a younger, curvier version of her. Both of us wearing
nothing but a pair of panties each. We didn't look
like twins or anything, but the similarities were
there. We have the same dark-chocolate-colored skin,
the same big, brown eyes, the same loose curls,
although mine are in a wild afro, and hers are cut
short and conservative. Angie started eating healthy
and working out, as part of her efforts to get
pregnant, so she was lean and muscular, her ribs and
hips poking out to frame a 6-pack of abs. Her boobs
were smaller than mine but still firm, and I could see
why Mark was still wild about her after five years of
marriage.
I still had my share of baby fat, but lucky for me,
almost all of it was in my boobs and my ass. I could
see Mark glancing between the two of us, his gaze
lingering over my body. I wondered whether he could
see the wet spot in my panties growing. Finally, he
did more than look. He stepped up and took my hands,
and pulled me closer to him until we were kissing. His
tongue probed my mouth, as one hand grabbed a handful
of my hair, and the other ran down the small of my
back to rest on my ass. I got chills down my spine as
he kissed me, and if I had any doubts about what we
were about to do, they were long gone. Every fibre of
my being wanted this man to put a baby in my belly.
I felt my sister's hand on my arm, as her husband
turned to kiss her. I watched them kiss passionately,
and realized that Angie was as excited by all of this
as I was. As Mark's eyes focused on his wife, however,
his hand released its grip on my ass, slid across my
hip, and rested on my soft belly. My belly which was
flat now, but would soon swell and stretch out, once
his cock entered me, and he shot a load of fertile
sperm towards the willing target deep within my womb.
I quivered as he slowly slid his hand down, watching
him still making out with my sister intensely.
By the time his fingers reached my pussy lips, I was
dripping wet. My clit was standing at attention,
waiting for his touch. He gently brushed it at first,
then started rubbing, slowly at first, and then
picking up the pace, rubbing a bit harder, never
taking his eyes — or his mouth — off of his wife while
he did it. Finally, they broke their kiss, and he
looked me in the eyes.
"Are you ready for a baby?" Oh, dear God, yes I was. I
went weak in the knees. It was all I could do to stay
standing, as I ground my dripping wet snatch against
his hand, until an orgasm shook my body. If he hadn't
put his other arm around my waist, I probably would
have collapsed in a heap, it hit me so hard.
I had barely recovered when I heard my sister's voice
in my ear, asking her husband, "are you ready to breed
this one?" I let out a little whimper as she took me
by the shoulders from behind, and pushed me down the
hallway to the bedroom. By the time we got there, Mark
had his clothes off and I was pleased to see his cock
standing at attention.
Mark lay down, and I knelt down at the foot of the
bed, eager to suck his hard cock. But Angie had other
ideas. She grabbed me by the hips, and positioned me
over his head. I lowered my pussy down, closer and
closer to his mouth, and the first moment his tongue
touched my slit, it was like an electric shock. He ran
his tongue up and down my slit, getting me wetter and
wetter. I had shaved off my pubes for the first time
just for the occasion, and Mark took full advantage,
licking every inch of me between my thighs, from my
asshole halfway to my belly button. He finally
focussed in on my clit, nibbling and teasing it and
driving me wild. From behind me, I could hear the
sounds of my sister giving her husband a blowjob as he
ate me. Occasionally, he'd moan into my pussy,
reminding me that Angie was still going to work on
him.
Eventually, I felt another orgasm building. I rolled
my hips, griding my whole pussy against his tongue,
until I was screaming with another orgasm and he was
left drinking the arousal that was just pouring out of
me. Once I caught my breath, I raised up my hips and
let him breathe.
"Sorry, hope I didn't suffocate you."
"If you had, I would have died happy." He gave me a
sly smile, as my sister grabbed my legs and dragged my
backwards across the bed, until I was lying on my back
with my legs spread. As much as I had enjoyed
everything that had happened so far, it was just a
warm-up. The real fucking was about to begin. For the
first time, I was going to take a man's cock
completely unprotected, deep inside my fertile pussy.
I was going to feel his sperm shooting deep into my
womb, searching for a waiting egg, ready to be
fertilized, making my belly swell up with a child.
But first, Mark wanted to tease me. He kissed me, and
as he did, he lay on top of me, his cock grinding
against my slit. I raised my hips up to let him enter
me, but he just held his dick flat against my clit. I
tried to grab his ass to pull me inside of him, but he
pinned me down with his muscular arms, all the while,
rubbing his rock-hard member up and down the length of
my hairless slit, as his tongue wrestled with mine. I
could taste sex on his lips, and I began licking my
own juices off his face as we made out. Still, he
rubbed his cock against me and didn't push it in. It
was driving me crazy.
"Come on. Do it."
He gave me that sly smile again. "Do what?"
"You know. Put it in me."
He slid two fingers into me. My pussy was so wet,
there was no resistance at all.
"Not that. Come on, don't tease. You know what I
need."
"Tell me."
"I need your cock inside me. Fucking me. Filling me up
with sperm. Putting your baby inside me. Oh God, I
need you inside me right now. I need you to fuck me. I
need you to make me pregnant. Knock me up. Don't make
me wait for it."
My breathing was ragged and by the end of that little
speech could barely get the words out.
"Please." I was begging now. "Just fuck me. Fill me up
with your sperm. Put a baby in my belly. I need it. I
need your cum inside me. Just fu—"
I didn't get the word out. I practically screamed as
he cock plunged into my wet snatch, and I was so wet
he slid in all the way up to his balls. I cried out,
as I savored the feeling of fullness in my pussy. His
dick was a bit longer than my boyfriend's, and I
silently enjoyed knowing that he was touching a part
of me no man ever had before. The deepest, most
intimate part of me was reserved just for him. And
deeper still, waiting inside my womb, was a fresh,
fertile egg that was reserved just for him. The rock-
hard phallus that had just entered me for the first
time would soon be drowning that egg in sticky, white
sperm, making it grow, making me belly grow to
accommodate the new life inside of me.
But before all that, we had some fucking to do. And I
was determined to enjoy every second of it. After his
first thrust into me, Mark just held himself deep
within me, no doubt savoring my slick, fertile pussy
as much as I was savoring being stretched out by his
bare cock. He slid nearly his whole length out of me,
slowly, and then slowly, firmly, pushed it back into
me. Then he did it again. And again. I started bucking
my hips against him, wanting more, but he kept my arms
pinned down, and refused to increase his pace. Mark
wanted this to last.
It felt like an hour, as he held me down, his cock
slowly sliding in and out of my pussy. This was real
fucking, the way nature intended — skin to skin, no
protection, with a wet, fertile pussy awaiting a load
of potent sperm, male and female bodies coming
together to fulfill their ultimate purpose — to create
new life.
I bucked my hips against his, trying to get Mark to
pick up the pace, wanting to feel his cock pounding
into me. But again, he wanted to tease me, fucking me
nice and slow as I writhed on the bed underneath him,
half-crazed with lust and anticipation. His strong
arms pinned me down as his cock lazily sawed in and
out of my dripping wet cunt. I wanted more, but I was
going to get it on his terms — he was completely in
control. I couldn't move. I could barely speak. And I
was more aroused than I had ever been. I was
completely Mark's to do with as he pleased. I wanted
to tell him that, but all that came out were moans. I
think he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
He brought both my wrists together and held them with
one hand, as his other hand slid down my sweaty body,
squeezing my breast as he toyed with a nipple, running
down my side to my hip, and finally cupping one of my
ass cheeks. He squeezed my ass and thrust his cock as
deep into me as it would go. I cried out, expecting
the real fucking to start. But Mark had other ideas.
He held his cock there, deep inside me, and his hand
continued to slide under me, until I felt his finger
probing my asshole. No man had ever touched me there,
but I was so wet from sweat and the copious fluid
leaking in a steady stream from my pussy, that his
finger slid right in with no resistance. I gasped as
he pulled it out and then slid in two fingers. I cried
out as he slid in three. It hurt for a second, but I
loved the wonderful feeling of fullness, of having
both my pussy and my ass penetrated. I made a mental
note to have a threesome sometime.
He left his three fingers inside me, and he quietly
said, "you okay?" When I nodded yes, he slid in a
fourth finger. It hurt, being stretched out to the
limit, but it felt so good at the same time. He fucked
my pussy with a few more powerful, deliberate strokes,
as his fingers stayed buried in my ass. "God, I feel
so full," I finally managed to moan. "So... good..." I
wrapped my legs around him and tried to pull him
deeper inside of me. "Come on. Fuck me for real. Breed
me. I want your cum inside me."
With that, he let go of my hands, which I immediately
used to grab his ass and pull him as close to me as
possible. At long last, he started thrusting into me
with real force, faster, harder, as my fingers dug
into his ass cheeks and sweat poured off our bodies,
mingling together in a pool on my stomach. He kissed
my neck, and I yelped as he bit me there, but I never
stopped thrusting my hips into his. My pussy was on
fire as his rock-hard phallus pounded away at my
innermost depths, and my brain was on fire with the
knowledge that the beautiful cock buried deep in my
belly was soon going to deliver its payload of hot,
fertile sperm deep into my womb. An egg would be
waiting there, and that thick, white sperm would
surround it, coating it, until one sperm penetrated
it, just as my body was being penetrated, joining
together, just as Mark's body and mine were joining
together, and creating a new life. My body would
transform, as I fulfilled my ultimate purpose in this
life, being bred by a man, accepting his seed into my
body, and making a new life, watching that new life
grow inside my belly, and eventually pushing it out
between my thighs and into the world.
Far from distracting me from the act at hand, those
thoughts only intensified the feelings running from my
pussy to every inch of my body. Every single cell of
my body cried out for me to be bred, and it was my
whole body that convulsed in ecstasy as the most
powerful orgasm of my life racked through me.
Mark stopped fucking me and let me come down from my
climax. His beautiful, life-giving cock was still
balls deep inside my pussy, and most of his right hand
was still stretching out my asshole, but he stopped
his thrusting and just held me, as I screamed and
sobbed through the most intense thirty seconds of my
young life.
"Do you need a break?" he said. I whimpered, and it
took all my strength just to shake my head no.
"Keep fucking me. Put a baby in me," I said weakly.
"Turn over." He wasn't asking, he was telling. Mark
pulled his cock out of me, and I had a second to feel
the emptiness in my pussy before, with one hand on my
shoulder and the other still lodged in my ass, he
rolled me onto my stomach. Instinctively, I pulled my
knees up under myself, sticking my ass in the air, as
he slid his fingers out of my now well-lubricated and
well-stretched asshole.
With his clean hand, he smacked my upturned ass. I
cried out, but I didn't ask him to stop. I didn't want
him to stop. After the fucking he had just given me, I
was more than willing to submit to anything this man
wanted to do to me.
SMACK!
I tried to stifle a scream.
SMACK!
Harder this time. I buried my face in the pillow as I
cried out in pain.
SMACK!
"What are you?"
SMACK!
I didn't understand the question, and I didn't
understand why the stinging pain in my ass was
arousing me so much.
SMACK!
"Are you a dirty little slut?"
SMACK!
I wanted to cry out, yes, yes, I'm a dirty little
slut! But all I managed was a muffled, "Fuuuuuck!"
into the pillow.
SMACK!
"A little slut who wants to get knocked up?"
SMACK!
"YES!!!"
SMACK!
"Yes what?"
SMACK!
"I'm a dirty little slut!"
SMACK!
"I want you to knock me up!"
SMACK!
"Keep fucking me!"
SMACK!
"Make me your pregnant little slut!"
SMACK!
"I wanna be your..."
SMACK!
"...your dirty little bitch..."
SMACK!
"...your bitch in heat..."
SMACK!
I felt his body over mine, his hard cock against my
ass crack, his hairless chest pressing into me from
behind, as he whispered in my ear. "Tell me what you
need."
"I need you."
SMACK!
He ran his tongue along my earlobe, but he didn't stop
slapping my ass.
"I need your cock..."
SMACK!
"...inside of me..."
SMACK!
"...fucking me..."
SMACK!
"...fillling me..."
SMACK!
"...with your sperm."
I cried out as he bit my earlobe, but I didn't care. I
was too far gone to care about anything except getting
his cock back inside me.
"I need you fucking me."
SMACK!
"Breeding me."
SMACK!
"Knocking me up."
SMACK!
"I want your baby inside me."
SMACK!
"I need it!"
SMACK!
"Fuck me pregnant!"
SMACK!
"Knock me up!"
SMACK!
"Put a baby in me!"
SMACK!
"Knock up your dirty little slut!"
I felt both his hands on my bruised buttocks, but this
time he held my ass steady, as his cock finally,
mercifully, penetrated my throbbing, soaking wet cunt.
I screamed into the pillow as he thrust deeper into me
than he had before — the angle of penetration let his
cockhead bump up against my cervix. My whole body
shuddered, knowing that cock was soon going to be
shooting a huge load of sperm directly into that
cervix, knocking me up.
By that point, I was so crazed with lust I just
screamed into the pillow as his cock pounded into me.
I turned my head to one side, and that's when I
remembered Angie. I had just let her husband double
penetrate me, fuck me hard, and smack my ass raw,
while I begged him for more. And my sister had just
watched the whole thing. I was horrified and turned on
at the same time. As I watched her watching me getting
the fucking of a lifetime, sitting a few feet away in
a chair, frigging her pussy in time to the pounding
mine was getting, I stopped worrying. Clearly she was
enjoying watching her husband at work — why shouldn't
I enjoy being worked on?
I looked at her, watching us with obvious lust in her
eyes, and I wondered if he fucked her like this. Did
he slap her ass? Did he call her a dirty slut? She
smiled at me. "All this and more," her smile seemed to
say.
I thrust my hips backwards to meet Mark's with renewed
vigor. His hands were planted on the bed in front of
me, and I covered them with my own, gripping them
tight as he fucked me hard. For an eternity, nothing
in the world existed but his cock pounding into my
cunt, my hands holding his, and the fertile egg
waiting eagerly for the moment of conception. Finally,
Mark's breathing grew ragged, and he grabbed my hips,
pulling himself deeper into me, as he grunted and
unloaded wave after wave of hot seed deep inside my
belly.
I didn't orgasm — I think my body was just too fucked
out for one more. But a warm feeling spread through my
whole body, as he held his still-hard cock inside me,
and his sperm soaked into my womb. Everything felt
right, like I had done exactly what I was meant to do
in this life. That feeling of contentment the first
time I took a load of sperm inside me paled in
comparison to what I was feeling at that moment. I was
utterly fulfilled, I would look back on this as one of
the happiest moments of my life, and I knew it, and
just lie there, with his cock inside me, savoring that
feeling.
Naturally, we did it three more times that night.
After the first time, Mark slid out of me, and I lay
back on the bed with a pillow under my ass to let his
sperm do its good work. For the first time since I got
into bed, he addressed his wife.
"Was that okay?"
She made a show of rubbing her pussy. "Oh, fuck yes."
Mark got between her knees and licked Angie's pussy
until she cried out with an orgasm. By that point, his
dick was getting hard again, so he sat in the chair,
sucking him while she stroked his balls, coaxing them
to make more potent sperm. When she judged him to be
hard enough, she squeezed his cock and said, "now, go
give that dirty little slut another load."
As perverse as it was, I thrilled at my sister calling
me a dirty slut. And I was even more thrilled when
Mark fucked me again, and shot another load deep into
my pussy. We were all gasping for breath at that
point, so we took a break and Mark brought us some
beers. They had never let me drink at their place
before — Mark in particular insisted I was too young.
But I guess if I wasn't too young to have his cock
inside of me for the past hour, I wasn't too young for
a little drink.
Angie also made us all some ice cream with chocolate
sauce on top. We talked — about fucking, about
pregnancy, about babies — as we ate, and as Mark told
me yet again how good my pussy felt on his cock, Angie
grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup and squirted
some onto the head of his dick. Mark cried out at the
coldness, but she kept going, coating his cock and
balls in sticky, sweet syrup, and then spraying his
chest for good measure. He finally wrestled away the
bottle, and she didn't put up much of a fight as he
coated her breasts, her belly, and finally her pussy
in liquid chocolate. I knew my turn was next, but I
still screamed and tried to run away when Angie
grabbed the bottle back and pointed it at me. But Mark
held me down, and I felt cold chocolate syrup against
my pussy, and then my belly, my breasts, and even all
over my face.
The moment Angie was done, Mark was there, licking my
face, licking his way down my neck, and then spending
a long time sucking on my chocolate-covered titties. I
looked down and saw my sister licking chocolate off of
his dick, which was getting harder by the second.
Eventually, I got pushed aside, and the two of them
got into a 69, their syrupy bellies rubbing together.
I sat down on the chair to watch, and when my sister
came down from her orgasm, her husband got between my
legs and licked my pussy clean before he picked me up,
threw me down on the bed, and got back to work putting
a baby in my belly.
The fourth time, I don't think Mark even had any sperm
left. But he still had enough of an erection that I
jumped on top of him, and rode him to one more orgasm.
I woke up well past noon, covered in sweat and sperm
and saliva and chocolate sauce, my muscles aching, my
ass bruised, and my pussy as sore as it had ever been.
Naturally, I had never been happier in my life.
We took the next night off, and I went back to my own
bed and recovered. But after that, I moved into
Angie's house and Mark fucked me every night. Things
were a bit more leisurely, as we'd fuck once or twice
at nighttime and then again in the morning before he
drove me to school. I guarantee you there wasn't
another 11th grader in America looking as well-fucked
sauntering into first period English every morning.
Of course, I got my ass smacked again. I got covered
in various foodstuffs. I called myself a dirty slut
and worse. Over the next month I was tied up,
handcuffed, covered in hot wax, fucked in the
backyard, fucked in the woods, fucked on the beach,
fucked on camera, and I loved every fucking minute of
it. Every sexual fantasy and kick Angie and Mark had
built up over their relationship got tried out on me,
and I enjoyed every single one.
This went on well past the date my period was due, and
of course it never came. I was disappointed that the
fun had to stop, but Angie quickly cheered me up.
"Since Mark knocked you up, he might as well keep
fucking you."
So, we kept going. But this time, Angie got her turn.
Some nights, I'd suck off Mark to get him hard enough
to fuck my sister for a second or third time.
Sometimes she slapped my pregnant ass as he pounded my
pussy. Sometimes Mark took turns fucking us, just for
a few minutes at a time, as we each tried to be the
one to milk the cum from his balls.
Whatever new things we tried, the sex only got hotter
as my belly started to bulge. Mark loved fucking me
from behind so he could cup my swollen tummy in both
hands. And he paid even more attention to my breasts,
if that was even possible, now that they were starting
to fill up with milk.
I know pregnancy is a drag for a lot of women, but my
body took to it just as easily as I had taken to
getting bred in the first place. The morning sickness
was mild, and only lasted two weeks. And apart from
having to pee all the time, I felt healthy and
energetic through the whole thing. My second trimester
was springtime, so I started wearing tank tops
whenever possible just to show off my newfound
cleavage. I loved letting my baby bump peek out from
under my shirt whenever possible. The school wasn't
happy with me parading around like a knocked-up slut,
but unlike the other knocked-up sluts in the school, I
was selflessly helping my big sister. So once I
explained that to my teachers, they couldn't say shit,
as much as they wanted to disapprove.
But summertime was the best. My belly was huge by the
time it got hot, and I refused to wear any bulky
maternity tops. I either wore what used to be a navel-
baring top, and was now a huge-knocked-up-belly-baring
top, or a bikini that barely constrained my huge,
swollen boobs. When I wasn't wearing a skimpy outfit
that showed off my pregnant body, it was usually
because I was sunbathing nude in Angie's backyard, or
at the beach, or in the park, where it's legal to go
topless, if you can stand dirty looks from some of the
more uptight women. I loved how my body looked and
felt pregnant, and I was going to be sad when it was
all over.
But it was all over soon enough. We had to stop
fucking once I had a few weeks to go, and after a
delivery aided by "a fuckload of drugs," as I asked
the doctor for, Angie and Mark had a healthy baby boy.
I had almost forgot that he was what all the fucking
was for in the first place.
We had talked about having another one, and they
definitely wanted at least one more, maybe two. But
not for a few years. Which was fine for them - you
don't want to be changing three sets of diapers all at
once. But I didn't want to wait that long to feel
another baby growing inside me.
Thank God for the internet. It turns out, Angie and
Mark weren't the only infertile couple out there who
were open to a more "natural" option. Three months
after giving birth, I was spending two hours after
school every night being fucked by a tall blonde
construction worker while his Jamaican wife looked on.
Because she wasn't my sister, there was nothing
stopping her from joining in, so it quickly became a
proper threesome, with her licking my pussy to get me
ready for her husband's cock, or me eating her while
he fucked me. The best part was, for living out my
biggest fantasy and getting all the fucking I could
handle, they actually paid me! I arranged a $20,000
surrogate fee, for something I would have done for
free!
The reaction in school was priceless. We had had our
share of knocked-up girls, but I don't think even the
sluttiest degenerate had ever gotten in the club two
years in a row. The straight-laced girls (and the
teachers) were horrified, and I think the slutty girls
were secretly in awe. I walked down the aisle at
graduation with a shit-eating grin on my face, as my
pregnant belly bulged out from under my gown. All the
other knocked-up girls were going be stuck at home
with their babies, but I already had my first year of
college paid for with my surrogacy fee.
My parents thought I was insane, of course, especially
when I spent every year of college pregnant. Sophomore
year was Mark and Angie again, so I spent as much time
as I could driving back to my hometown to fuck Mark
some more. But the other years, I'd usually put in a
solid month or two of fucking, and once the rabbit
died, the wife usually wanted her husband back.
Fortunately, I rarely had trouble finding a boyfriend
who wanted to fuck a pregnant chick. For one, they
couldn't get me pregnant. And for two, they weren't
going to be stuck helping me take care of the kid,
since it was for somebody else.
I had a great time in college, and fully enjoyed my
reputation as the slutty pregnant girl. After
graduation, I took a few months off so Mark could
knock me up for the third and last time. And then I
did what everyone does after college, moving from one
job to another, but every year, I'd find another
couple in need, my belly would swell, and my bank
account would get bigger.
I had boyfriends while I was pregnant, but I usually
dumped them by the time it was time to get back to
work conceiving the next one. That's until I met René.
He was everything I could possibly want in a man —
handsome, athletic, rich, cultured (he was French, if
the name didn't give it away) with a pregnancy fetish
to match my own. He had a hobby taking artistic nudes
of pregnant females, and when I answered an ad on one
of the pregnancy sites I usually cruised, it was lust
at first sight. He delighted in my pregnant body, and
I loved the attention.
I had loved showing off my pregnant body ever since
that first time when I was a teenager. But now my
round, naked belly and breasts were on web sites, in
art galleries, and hanging up in people's homes. I
thrilled at the idea that somewhere, my knocked-up
body was turning somebody on.
René never got tired of fucking me when I was
pregnant, and respectfully backed off when it was time
for me to make another baby. We still fucked,
obviously, but I'd take him in my mouth or my ass
until I was good and knocked up and my pussy was
available to him again. I have to say, there's nothing
like driving to a stranger's house with my boyfriend's
sperm leaking out of my ass, fucking him in front of
his wife, then coming back home and sucking my
boyfriend's cock while another man's sperm soaks into
my womb. I was a dirty, dirty slut, and everyone
involved loved me for it.
After two years and two more pregnancies, René
proposed, and of course I said yes. He popped the
question the night we celebrated my falling pregnant
yet again, so we were engaged for a year while we
planned the wedding, and more importantly, the
honeymoon. Everyone's honeymoon is supposed to be
special, but ours was for both of us, because at age
28, after twelve solid years barefoot and pregnant,
after having twelve babies by eight different men,
black, white and brown, I was finally going to have a
baby of my own.
René booked us a gorgeous honeymoon, in a chateau in
the South of France with its own private beach. As
beautiful as the sights were, we were both there for
one reason above all else — to put his baby in my
belly. So I didn't even pack a suitcase. I wore a
sundress and a pair of sandals on the plane, which I
wore to dinner and as infrequently as possible beyond
that. René packed one change of clothes and a bottle
of Viagra.
But first, the wedding. At last, I got to be the
blushing bride, and I made no secret among my friends
that my husband was going to be knocking me up shortly
after the rice was thrown. Everybody knew about my
lifestyle, if that's the right word for it. Hell,
three different men at the wedding had gotten me
pregnant already! Mark and Angie were there, of
course, but I also invited two of my surrogacy couples
I had stayed friends with. So my husband-to-be was
going to join a not-very-exclusive club.
As exciting as all my pregnancies had been, there was
something special about being fucked in my wedding
dress. More than once, actually — I know it's bad luck
to see the bride before the wedding, but I insisted
René fuck me before I walked down the aisle. It was a
thrill feeling his sperm trickle down my leg as I
paraded down the aisle in a virginal white dress in
front of my friends and family. And as I took my vows,
I savored the knowledge that my husband's sperm was
already going to work creating a new life inside his
new bride.
We intentionally scheduled the reception so we'd have
time for another fuck before it started. I wanted my
first act as a married woman to be taking my husband's
sperm into my fertile womb. By the time we started
dancing, my pussy was a sloppy mess, and I could feel
René's seed running down my thighs for the rest of the
night. Part of me hoped nobody saw, but mostly I
didn't care. I would have fucked him in front of the
whole wedding party and the band. As it is, I had to
settle for fucking him one last time in the honeymoon
suite, still wearing the dress, until I fell asleep in
my husband's arms.
The next morning, we woke up, fucked again, showered,
and then René got his camera out. He shot me in my
wedding dress, which was pretty trashed at that point.
He shot me with the dress bunched up around my waist,
flashing my shaved pussy, still leaking his gooey
white sperm. He shot me halfway out of my dress, with
my breasts exposed. He shot me nude, in the bed where
we had probably just conceived our first child; nude
on the hotel balcony overlooking the city; we even
snuck into the church, and he photographed me walking
down the aisle in nothing but a veil.
Like I said before, we packed light for the honeymoon,
and I spent about 20 hours a day in the nude, as René
fucked me and photographed me, sometimes at the same
time. We fucked in every room of the chateau, we
fucked on the beach, we fucked in the ocean. We drove
out to a field of lilies and fucked in the grass, and
then he photographed my freshly-fucked body, glowing
with sweat, covered in flowers.
It was the happiest time in my life. And it was no
surprise that, by the time I got back to the states, I
was with child. My thirteenth, but the first one that
was really mine. I gave birth to a beautiful, light-
skinned girl, and after that I assumed I'd settle down
to be a sweet housewife and have lots of babies for
René. But he had other ideas. We had agreed we didn't
want to have two babies in a row, but instead of
giving my well-used womb a year off, René had already
found another infertile couple. So as I nursed my
husband's baby, another man's — the 10th man to get me
pregnant — grew inside my belly. My favorite photos
in the world are of me breastfeeding René's baby, 9
months pregnant with someone else's.
Seven years have come and gone since then. Our plan
was for me to spend every other year having René's
baby, and every other year having someone else's. When
I was 32, fresh off having my 16th child, another
surrogate, I was all ready for René to knock me up
again, and for the first time in my life, I didn't
catch. My period came for the first time since I was
16. And then it came again. We kept on fucking, and
after 7 months he finally got me. But it was clear age
was catching up.
Still, I had no trouble having another man's baby the
next year, but I wonder how long I can keep going. My
womb hasn't given out yet though. As I write this, I
can feel a little kick against my taut, swollen belly.
It's my 19th baby. Either that or my 20th. That's
right, René got me with twins! We're both a little
scared at the idea of having our fourth and fifth
babies at the same time. But we're also both thrilled
at the prospect of my belly swelling up twice as big
as usual. René's taking the last three months of my
pregnancy off, so he can spend all his time taking
care of the kids and photographing my extra-swollen
belly. He's forbidden me from wearing clothes of any
kind during those three months. The kids are still
little, and they're as used to seeing me naked as they
are seeing me pregnant, as are the nanny, and the
housekeeper.
He's calling this our last hurrah — he thinks five
kids is plenty, and I'm retiring from the surrogate
game. At 35, he thinks it's time for my womb to take a
rest. But I'm not so sure. As erotic as swelling up
with twins is going to be, there's no way I'm going to
do it only once. After 35, the odds of twins go way
up. And I've still got a few fertile years left. After
all, I've only been pregnant 19 times. I bet I can get
him to fuck two or three more sets of twins into me
before my eggs run out. Maybe even triplets! I'm
getting wet just thinking about it.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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