atelophobeatelectasis

[atelophobeatelectasis]

A Moment of Weakness

She was so hot… He moved his hands along her back, rubbing her. She stirred from her slumber. He had needs and she was necessary in fulfilling them. As she awoke, she turned so his hands were caressing her front. 

“What are you thinking?” she asked, trying to sound innocent.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to her ear and breathed warm breath over her neck. It sent tingles down to her core. He pressed his lips again and again down her neck. His lips suckled here and there. His hands pressed along her belly, chest and thighs, caressing and stirring her further along. Eventually, she parted her thighs, allowing him access to her womanhood.

She had stopped taking the pill a few weeks ago. Her doctor had recommended taking a break after so many years of being on it. She was to use other birth control methods, however she had not decided on any so far. What he was doing felt so good. She pulled her legs up and peeled off her panties. Then, with a second motion she pulled off her shirt and tossed the things outside the bed sheets. She smiled and felt his hands exploring her bare flesh.

She turned to him and whispered, “Remember, I am not on birth control.”

“Just don’t get wet and I won’t want to be inside you,” he replied with a hint of frustration.

Already aroused, she knew her juices would be flowing soon to her entrance. He knew her so well. She tried to slow her breathing and press her thighs together. His fingers were only teasing her there occasionally, yet she could feel her warmth and wetness spreading. She tightened her thighs further. Instead of hiding her wetness, her actions drew his explorations to her entrance. 

She could feel his fingertips sliding through her slickness and spreading it around her labia and clit. He knew she was aroused and wet because of him. He was more attentive to her pussy now. He pressed his hand along her inner thighs signalling her to part them. She reached down and touched his thigh, caressing him, wondering if he was aroused, pressing further down she found his manhood, fully erect. She parted her thighs slightly. Now his hand moved between her sex, enticing her clit to the fore, and her thighs, encouraging them further and further apart. His other hand slid under her head and pulled and tugged at her hair. She arched her neck, loving the sensation, and opened her thighs further in submission. 

He leaned close and whispered, “You got wet, now I need to be in you.”

She felt him pull back the covers and position himself between her thighs. He knelt there, then lifted her and slid a pillow under her hips, angling her pelvis for a deeper entry. 

“Please don’t cum inside of me,” she begged.

He smiled at her and used one hand to press his cock along her entrance, not entering her just spreading her wetness along the underside of his shaft. He pressed his cock head to her clit, sliding it left and right, crushing, stimulating, causing her squirm in pleasure.

“Let’s wait and see what you think when the time comes,” he proposed.

He continued to slide his cock along her. Each time he would press the head of his cock to her clitoral nub and use it to squish her pleasurably left and right. Each time she could feel her pleasure building. She began to moan softly with joy, which encouraged him to continue doing what he was doing. She soon realized how much she wanted him inside. She grasped the top of the bed with tight fists, then lifted her hips trying to capture the tip of his cock within her tunnel. 

“Please…” she begged.

“With no protection?” he asked, feigning shock. “Are you sure?”

“It will be okay, just the tip…”

He paused and slid his cock across her clitoral nub a few more times. Then he pushed the tip inside, slightly opening her.

“I have no condom on,” he reminded her.

“It will be okay, just for a little while.” She lifted her hips, trying to get him in deeper. Thankfully, she no longer felt the pressure on her clit distracting her with pleasuring zings. But, she realised, her hunger was now further inside her belly. 

He pulled back, not allowing her to take him further than the tip. She was needy, wanting to feel him deep in her, in her core, stirring her there. 

She lifted her feet and pressed her heels to the back of his thighs, trying to press him into her. He withstood her efforts, fucking her with only the tip of his cock. 

“Please,” she begged, finding the teasing too much.

“Without a condom? Bareback?” he asked.

“Yes, please, just for a little while,” she said. “I don’t mind.”

He paused, then pulled out of her, leaving her empty.

“Face down, ass up,” he commanded.

She scrambled to comply with her favorite position, repositioning herself before him, her knees on the pillow, her face down on the bed. He moved forward and she could feel his cock at her entrance again. 

“Please!” she begged, trying to push her hips back to capture his cock. 

He pressed himself into her, just the tip again.

“Grab the headboard,” he instructed. “Don’t let go,”

She grabbed the rungs of the wooden headboard. Holding tight, she turned her face to the right so her left cheek was on the bed. She felt him lean low over her, his right arm around her waist, then his fingers were on her sex, caressing her clit. Left and right, crushing it under firm fingertips. Her moans became higher in pitch and louder. She pressed her hips back, trying to slide the whole of his cock into her. She needed him there.

“More, I need all of you,” she said.

“You realise my precum is leaking into you?”

“It’s okay.” she replied.

As his right hand stimulated her clit, she felt his left hand on her shoulder, then in her hair, entwining. He pulled her hair as his cock slide deep into her, to her core. His thickness spread her tight vaginal walls. She squeezed him and heard him grunt. He continued to use her like this again and again, not increasing in speed, but each rut thrusting hard into her depths. She led him to her pleasures with her vocalisations. She loved the feeling of being taken from behind like this. Like this she would orgasm for him. She could feel the knot of pleasure building deep her belly. Not trying to fight it, she let it fill and overwhelm her senses.

“Now, baby girl, do you want me to stop or should I cum inside you?” he asked, sensing her nearness.

“Don’t… cum… inside… me… don’t… inside… cum… me… cum… inside… me… cum inside me,” she begged as he drove her toward orgasm. “Please cum inside me.“ 

She felt every muscle tighten. Her body shook in the throes of orgasm, muscles contracting again and again, her pussy squeezing his cock. She lost herself for a long moment then came to her senses, feeling his cock deep inside but not thrusting. His hand, pressing hard on her clit, slowly pulled back. The hand in her hair tightened, making her crane her neck backwards.

“Are you ready to take my seed?” he asked.

“Yes!”

“Even though you are not on birth control and may get pregnant?”

“Yes,” she replied more meekly.

He began to rut in her again. No longer hunched over her, his hand in her hair jerked her back onto his cock each time he thrust deep. His other hand playfully spanked her each time he pulled his cock out. The swats became firmer as he built to his climax. She could feel his cock in her depths, knew it was seeping sperm into her. She squeezed around him, wanting him there, needing him like this.

“One last chance… where do you want me to cum?” he asked urgently.

“In me, in my pussy,” she replied. “Please.”

His cock spasmed and spurts of cum filled her. Again and again he ejaculated into her tight warmness. Slowly she regained her senses and began to realize what she had done. She had allowed him—no, begged him—to fuck her to completion in her unprotected cunt. Now she could only hope that nothing more would come from her momentary weakness…

[atelophobeatelectasis]

I knew I played a dangerous game.

It was all part of the turn-on, to seduce a man and make him believe he was the one owning me. But men can be so silly, at times. They always think they are the only ones with nasty perversions. So few of them think that someone like me, some delicate looking little tipsy woman, can be the one holding the reigns. You just have to do it right. You just have to make them believe they’re raping you.

I found him at one of my favorite prowling spots. A dive bar, on the other side of town. Low lights, loud music, packed to the brim with college kids and party goers. It’s always so easy to look vulnerable there, you just have to wear the right clothes and walk with a slight stumble. He swooped in on me right away, tall and strong, telling me he was going to get me home safe. I feigned drunkeness and tripped into the cab and pretended not to see the devious smirk on his face as he directed the driver to his apartment. He was all mine.

And now he was on top of me. It didn’t take long, of course. I was dripping wet and he was rock hard at the idea of fucking. He pushed me onto the bed and laughed about how naive I was for following him home. I struggled and begged for him to let me go but he covered my mouth with his hand and pushed my skirt up. Of course I had prepared for this, and he laughed when he found I wore no underwear. 

“Fucking drunk whore, you fucking want this cock,” He whispered in my ear. “I saw you take all those shots by yourself. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll regret ever leaving your house.” 

“Please don’t,” I pleaded. I did my best doe eyes and let a few tears slip, “Please sir, I can’t. Please don’t fuck me.”

He rubbed his cock along my slit and pushed in slightly. He was thick and I could already feel him throbbing with want. I gasped and he rutted against me again.

“So fucking tight, so good…” He whispered, “Fucking drunk slut. You fucking want my cock deep inside you.”

“No, don’t rape me. Please don’t rape me.” 

That was all it took. He pushed into me, splitting me open. I moaned loudly, pushing my face against a pillow so he wouldn’t see the look of pleasure on my face. He started fucking me, hard. His hands were on my wrists above my head and he was gripping me tighter and tighter. His cock felt so good thrusting in and out of me, my trembling body quivering with each stroke.

“Drunk little fucking whore. You’re so fucking tight.” He bit my neck over and over again, moaning loudly, “So fucking good. You like this? You like my cock in your pussy?”

I shook my head and cried no, no, please stop fucking me.

“I’m keeping you here all night so you can learn your fucking lesson.”

My body swelled with hot pleasure. My pussy was soaking wet and clamped down firmly on him, my walls tightening with every stroke. I let out the tiniest of moans and shook as he ground himself further into me. 

“You fucking like this. I fucking knew it.” He growled in my ear, “I knew you’d go crazy for this, baby.”

He slammed into me again and again and again. His mouth went from my ear to my lips, kissing me deeply. I loved it when they did that. They always thought they were violating me even more, making me more submissive to their little rape game. I held still until he demanded I kiss him back, and I did so, reluctantly at first. Then I kissed him deeper and deeper.

One hand went from my wrist to my tits, squeezing roughly. He bit my lip and then moved his mouth to my nipple, sucking hard. 

Then I felt him start to swell. His thrusts became deeper but irregular and his breathing was harder and harder.

“I’m going to fucking cum. I’m going to cum for you, baby. You milked it all out of me.”

“Please,” I whined, looking up into his eyes. “Please don’t cum in me, I’m not on birth control.”

His thrusts paused and he laughed. “Not on anything?”

“Please, my life would be ruined.” I squeezed on his cock and let a tear roll down my cheek, “Please don’t ruin me.”

He began thrusting again, laying himself flat against me. “Oh fuck, gonna ruin you. Gonna ruin your perfect body.”

“Please, don’t,” I whispered, barely able to keep the pleasure from my voice.

“Gonna cum in you. Gonna knock you up. Gonna punish you, you fucking whore.” His thrusts were lazy but deep, splitting me open with each push, “Gonna fucking ruin you. Gonna keep you here all night and rape you till you’re pregnant.” 

“Please, don’t. Pull out. Pull out!” I screamed. That was all it took. My body shuddered with heat and I cried out as I came. My fear and my fantasy all rolled together beneath this sweaty stranger and his thick cock. I was in his power, I was his toy.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Gonna fuck a baby into you. Gonna get you pregnant, take my fucking load!” He thrusted harder and harder and harder, “Cumming in youuuuuuuuuuu!”

Harder and faster and deeper and harder and faster and deeper. His balls slammed against me and I felt the telltale rush of heat in my cunt. He yelled out and pushed down against me, forcing himself as deep as he could into my tender body. Cum splashed in me, his cock twitching as he emptied himself into me.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Have my baby, bitch. Have my fucking baby.” He slapped me hard and bit my throat, “Fucking little plaything. Have my baby, worthless slut.”

He fucked me slowly until his cock was completely soft, laying on top of me and keeping inside of me. I was shaking from my own orgasm, my face against his shoulder. It took everything I had not to smile and laugh. He was going to fuck me to my hearts content and he had no idea I had planned it all along. 

“You loved it. You fucking slut. I’m going to rape you all night…” He whispered, “Knock you up, make you pregnant… nothing you can do to stop me.” 

I struggled in vain and faked trying to get away from him. He slapped me again and kissed me hard.

“All mine, little breeding bitch. You shouldn’t have left your house tonight…” 

[atelophobeatelectasis]

Happy Couple

I knew I was seeing him that day. I couldn’t wait. I wanted him so badly, I know it would be hard to hold back.

But it was dangerous. I was fertile…

The idea made me shiver. A baby… his baby… inside me. Growing… filling my womb…

But would he want it? I reached down, rubbed my flat, soft stomach. Thought how strange it would be to have it be round, firm… I decided not to tell him. I want it, even if he didn’t.

My lover came to the door. We talked. Laughed. Had dinner. Gazed longingly at each other. We both wanted what we knew would happen. Holding back, simply because the erotic tension was so delicious.

We sat on the couch next to each other. His hand found my thigh. He griped it… my whole body surged with lust. Need. I pulled him close. Kissed him deeply.

Our clothes came off, keeping a pretense of civility at first. My shirt, and his. My bra. He gazed with hunger at my breasts. Kissed the nipples, making them ache, needing more, forcing a lusty moan from me.

The man I cared for so much tried to get my pants unbuttoned, got frustrated. Tugged. The button broke, and I hissed, as my jeans were tugged off. My panties were left on, for now. I could feel my juices soaking into the fabric, my gender filling the room with an aroused, sexual musk. It drove us both to an even higher frenzy…

Should I tell him, of the danger? That this could lead to me straining, screaming, trying to bush our baby from my aching, dripping opening?

The thought only left me wanting more. NEEDING more. I pulled at his clothes, wrenching them down, kissing along his shaft. So potent, powerful, full of seed. It was already leaking… I shivered in anticipation. The sex. The impregnation. Gestating his baby, feeling it grow and move and kick… labor, birth… the whole thing, I needed it, wanted to relish every second.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. Stood, guided him to the floor. My lover gripped my underwear. I leaned back, let him pull harder, until a ripping sound filled the room. I gasped, purred, my panties a tattered shred of fabric, torn off. My feminine gash was leaking juices down my thighs, practically dripping. I’d never been this aroused in my life, I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to.

I wanted to ride him. Impregnate myself, without him even knowing. Make this beautiful man cum in me, force him to create a child in my body. I wanted to be in control. I pushed on his chest, straddled him. Pressed his tip against my gender, let my sex run it’s juices over it, down my lover’s shaft, let him feel how hot and wet and ready I was.

I began to lower myself, shuddering, moaning, forcing myself to go slow, relish every tiny bit that entered me. Feeling him leak pre-cum into my tunnel, laying his swimmers inside me. Just knowing that, knowing that I had a ripe, fertile egg inside that they wanted, that they would find…

His tip mashed against my cervix. I came. Felt my womanhood clamping down, milking his wonderful sex, forcing more of his beautiful, powerful cum to squirt inside me. I leaned down after, kissed him. Told him not to hold back.

I began to slide him in and out. If I hadn’t already conceived, I knew it was only a matter of time. That knowledge made me even hotter, and I picked up my pace as he began to tense. He didn’t even know what I was really doing, and that made it even more delicious. I pressed my face into his neck, feeling myself quickly reach the verge again, and moaned “cum for me baby…” in the softest, most sultry voice I could.

He did.

My lover gripped me tight, as jet after ropy jet of his seed thudded against my cervix. I immediately climaxed once more, as I felt my tunnel, my belly, fill with hot, sticky cum.

It was perfect.

We laid there after. Loving one another. I couldn’t stop rubbing my belly, smiling at the secret I’d made. Could almost feel the moment, as we laid nestled against one another, drifting to sleep, that faint fluttering inside. The egg, taking root.

Pregnant.

The very thought made me wet all over again.

I liked my secret. Took a test after a month, and cried in joy when it came out positive. I’d done it… I was carrying our baby. I grinned, wanted to hide it from him as long as possible. He had things to do, we only saw each other every once in a while. Just holding him made me overwhelmed with lust. But he had to go on a trip for three months, just as I entered my second trimester.

It was perfect.

I walked around naked all the time. Surrounded myself with mirrors. I loved every little change. My breasts, getting heavy, aching deliciously as I started getting milky. Our child slowly, inexorably grew inside, pressing my belly outward, the skin firm, tight, smooth.

I loved my secret, but I loved him more. Didn’t want him to feel like I was hiding it out of fear. So I made sure I took plenty of pictures every day, noting every little change. Giving him a sexy, fertile, beautiful timeline to easily follow. My middle became more gravid, I couldn’t keep my hands off myself. I was so excited, I’d sit naked for an entire weekend, enjoying the tight, round skin under my fingertips, imagining that I could feel myself growing oh so slowly.

Toward the start of my third trimester, I felt the first kick. God, I was so heavy, so full. My entire body screamed of fertility, motherhood. My back was bowed, chest bigger and fuller, my constantly-aroused womanhood puffy, like the pedals of a flower just about to open. I couldn’t wait for it to.

The doctors had been telling me it would be a nice, big, healthy baby. I was looking forward to meeting it, to going into labor, giving birth…

He came home. I was wearing heavy, baggy clothes. He sensed something was up. We started to play with each other, kissing, touching. Then, I started to slowly strip. And his eyes got wide. He began to smile, as I got the sweaters off, showing my massive, motherly swell. Began to bite his lip, get painfully erect as I didn’t stop taking clothes off.

It was the best sex we’d ever had. Tip mashing against my sealed cervix with every thrust. Suckling my breasts, relieving the ache, the weight. Rubbing my belly constantly. I’d never felt anything like it. Especially when the baby started to kick. The child we’d created.

Of course he was thrilled.

I could barely keep his hands off me. Not that I tried very hard. I’d tease him by pretending to go into labor. Go into the other room, start moaning, grunting, saying how heavy the head was, how much pressure I felt. He’d walk in, throbbing and stiff. I’d tell him I was about to crown, that I could feel my feminine lips bulging with his baby.

It was always amazing, always passionate.

Finally, it was time. I had been having contractions all day, feeling them get stronger, the pressure getting more powerful. But I wanted to keep this another secret. Wanted to help his fantasies come true. We were going to the mall, having a relaxing date. I laid out my clothes, and let him watch as I slowly, deliberately dressed. Sliding my panties up, covering my damp gender. Then my pants. Bra, and tee shirt. By the end, he was panting with lust, and he never even noticed the contractions, thought they were excited kicks. The t-shirt was from before I got pregnant, as were the pants. They barely fit, my gravid orb fully exposed.

We both loved it.

By noon, I could feel the head pressing firmly against my cervix, the spasms gripping my body were impossible to ignore. He started to suspect. The pressure was rising to a crescendo…

I pulled him close. “Don’t panic, I love you…” I whispered. Kissed him, while cupping his hand over my crotch. Shuddered, and heard a very quiet pop from inside me. Moaned as I felt my waters break, gushing down my birth canal, into my underwear, my pants, all over his hand, soaking everything between my legs, drenching my thighs.

His eyes went wide. Stunned, surprised. I loved it. I kept my hand over his, loosely. “It’s time hon… I won’t tell if you don’t…” I whispered in the ear of the man I loved. His breathing picked up, and I knew I was bringing his wildest dreams to life. A quick nod. I nibbled his earlobe, and focused on the once-more climbing pressure inside.

My baby was ready to be born.

Another potent contraction coursed through me, and I could tell I was fully dilated. I buried my face in my lover’s neck, whimpered, clutched tight t him as I bore down, started to give birth to the baby we’d made nine months ago. His strong hands roamed my hot, sweaty body. I didn’t mind at all, was comforted my his touches. My cervix was being spread by the head, aching, straining, burning.

It was the worst pain I’d ever been in.

I had never felt anything so amazing, so good.

Once more I pushed, biting down on the father of my child’s shoulder, easing the relentless force in my womb, while making the pressure a million times worse within it’s barrier, my feminine tunnel. Filling me, penetrating me from the inside out. Every spasm that crushed my gravid mound came with the need to force my offspring out from between my legs, and I gave in without question.

It was torture. It was heaven. My body was being pushed to it’s limits, and yet some part of me knew this is what my body was for, the point of being female. Some primal aspect of me was roaring in triumph, that I was becoming a mother, right here, in front of all these people. That they could see how fertile I was, how strong my child would be as I birthed it.

I wanted to scream, as I bore down desperately, the head slipping down the most delicate, sensitive parts of my body.

I was on the verge of orgasm, as I felt my lips starting to push out, bulging with my soon-to-be-born baby.

“Love you!” I gasped, as my opening began to press out further, and I could feel my damp underwear dragging pleasantly over the sensitive, swollen flesh. My first child was starting to crown, making my damp, delicate folds light up, burning so deliciously. Every second the worst and best of my life at the same time, and I felt like I was starting to go mad, utterly overwhelmed by the raw sensations caused by my labor.

I opened wider as I pushed. And wider. And wider. It was coming so fast, searing my poor flesh so deliciously, I couldn’t stop, needed to feel the hot, wet rush of my baby gushing out in a spray of juices! But my panties, my pants, were fighting my efforts. I could feel my lover’s hand rubbing my thighs, along my bulging clothes, running his finger up and down the fabric, to my hot, straining skin with agonizing gentleness.

I stopped for a bit, caught my breath. “Hon… are you sure you want to do this? It could be risky for you and the baby, and I don’t want…” I put a trembling finger on his lips, shushed him, and then kissed him deeply, as another contraction took me, and I bore down once more, making the bulge between my legs more significant. As my lips opened, little streams of amniotic fluid trickled from me, I was sitting in a steadily growing puddle. the air around me beginning to smell of sex, arousal, and childbirth.

I was opening so wide, and I bit my lip, resting my head on his chin as I strained. The skin seemed to be stretching so far, making the most wonderfully torturous sensations radiate from between my legs. I could feel my womanhood starting to near it’s limit, feeling tight, the baby almost fully crowned. I whimpered as I pushed, and nothing happened.

And again.

My pants… panties… they were holding the baby in place, keeping it from going further… I looked my lover in the eye, let out a groan of effort. The fingers I loved so much fumbled with my jeans button. The zipper. He slid a hand down my pants and underwear, tugged at the clothes, guided them away from my laboring opening.

He knew I didn’t want him to take them off. Just to give me enough room.

And he did.

A big push… and I couldn’t help it anymore. The head crowned fully, and then… it popped out of me! I screamed, the sudden surge of forward motion out of my body overwhelming my erotic desires. Everyone knew now. A brief examination exposed the smell, the puddle, the bulge, my lover’s hands down my pants, giving my room to deliver. Some gasped. Some watched in stunned silence. Some laughed.

But some, I could tell, were fascinated, aroused at this display of love, of the power of the female body. Those people, I wanted to watch. Wanted them to see how gloriously feminine I was right now. In the process of becoming a mother, bringing a life into this world from inside my body, out between my legs… nothing compared.

One more agonized, orgasmic scream. One more big push. One shoulder. The other. then, in a burning, hot, wet rush of movement, all the rest. Fluids pumped from between my legs, soaking everything down there once more, as the man I loved so very much withdrew our baby from my clothes, let me hold them for the first time.

It was a little girl. So beautiful. So perfect. She cried in shock, but quieted swiftly. Such a good little thing.

I was exhausted, thrilled. The ambulance showed up, and as they arrived, the need to push once more struck. I bore down carefully, and felt the placenta slipping down my body. Not nearly as large or firm as the amazing baby I held in my arms, drinking from my breast.

She was fine, the doctors told us. So was I. And this beautiful man. The three of us went home, after, and began to set about adapting to our new lives.

He proposed, that very night.

I told him only under one condition. He was never to let me have another period again.

He agreed.

[atelophobeatelectasis]

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