I came home from my studio and immediately settled into a nice hot bath with a glass of wine. Then I put on my comfy sweats and an old T-shirt of Joshua's that I loved and ordered the pizza. I was on my third glass of wine when I spread myself out on the couch in front of my drawing pencils and sketch book and pressed play on the DVD, hoping that the god-awful fashions of the eighties would inspire me to come up with some great designs. I was all set to work when the doorbell rang. "Damn," I muttered, and went to answer it. Thinking it was the pizza guy, I grabbed my purse, hoping I had enough cash for a good tip, since it was a whole fifteen minutes sooner than they'd told me on the phone. I swung open the door and was shocked to see my father-in-law. "Josh!" I cried. "T-this is a surprise." That was an understatement. I could literally count on one hand the number of times Josh had come to our townhouse in the six years Joshua and I had been married, and it occurred to me that in
Josh walked over to our bookcase, where he picked up a picture of Joshua and me on our wedding day. He traced the designs on the silver frame as he said, "Besides, it would put a kink in the plans I have for you. Oh yes, kink indeed." He looked at me again, and if I didn't know better, I could swear he had lust in his eyes. "You see, Miranda," he continued, turning back to me. "The other thing that would make my wife happy is to have grandchildren." Grandchildren? I thought. That's what this was about? Joshua and I had agreed to hold off on having children until after I had finished college, but then the store took off, and we really hadn't broached the subject again. "Reeve always wanted to have a big family, you know, but unfortunately there was a complication with a miscarriage and she had to have a hysterectomy. And how she has eagerly awaited the day when her only son would present her with a grandchild, a legacy. But you have yet to provide a Smith heir. You have been far too
I couldn't help but moan as waves of pleasure washed over me and I felt my stomach tighten up. My knees felt as if they were going to give out and I gripped Josh's shoulders for support. My breathing became labored as he continued licking me, and when he stuck his tongue inside of me, I came hard and fast, trembling and moaning. "You liked that, little girl," Josh said standing up in front of me. "I must say you taste even better than I imagined, ripe and ready for a baby. Just exquisite. And looking at you naked, I can see why my son insists on staying married to you. I bet you are just a terrific fuck." With that Josh scooped me up in his powerful arms and carried me up the stairs. This was it, I was really going to be bred by my father-in-law. "In here," I said, pointing to the guest room. "Oh no," Josh said, walking past the door. "I can't think of a better place to conceive this child in your marital bed." He walked down the hall to the master bedroom and kicked the door wide o
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