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Birth Fetish Blogs

I know there’s a post going around about pregnancy fetish blogs and there’s probably already one for a birth fetish as well. However, if you have a birth fetish blog please reblog this post. I’m looking for new blogs to follow.

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The ending (starting around 7:00) is amazing. I love how at the very end she is struggling for a long time to get the rest of the body out. Everyone cheering her on and coaching her is also such a turn on. 

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I wanna see who else out there is like this too.

You see, for me, it’s more than just the thrill of cumming inside a woman bare.  It’s more than filling her womb with my seed.  It’s more than the risk.  It’s more than the conception.  

I like to see her body change because of our actions.  I want to see her slowly swell up for nine months.  Her body aglow as I care for her and build an environment for our soon-to-be child.  I want to dote on her and spoil her as she nurtures the little life I put in her.

Please, reblog if this is what you want as well.

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(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjrX7oI5TBU)

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Another instant fave

Sex during labor

I noticed the first few contractions at around 3am. They weren’t painful, just annoying so I decided to sleep through them. I woke up at 7am with my husband, we ate breakfast, he left for work, and I left to run errands. I had a handful of contractions in the car but nothing to intense. I grocey shopped, bought a blanket for the birth, a medical kit, and lingerie. I had about 25 contractions upon my arrival home. I decided to time them and they weren’t regular and they lasted only seconds. So I put everything up, ate lunch, and bathed. The water felt nice and I masturbated. I fingered myself hard, giving myself orgasm after orgasm. I moaned in pleasure loudly with each peek. I got out right as a contraction came. I rubbed my belly and timed them again. They were now regular at 15 minutes apart but they lasted only a few seconds. It was 3pm and my husband would be home in two hours. I put my bikini on and drove to the nearby beach to swim. Once there I found my own private area on the nude side of the beach, stripped nude, and swam. I stopped as the first painful one hit. I was still 15 minutes apart but it lasted a whole minute. I examined myself to see that I was a centimeter dilated. I rubbed my gravid belly and decided to go home. I got home right as my husband did. I told him it was time, which excited him, and packed up a left. We drove to my family’s cabin that was ten miles out of town. It was completely secluded and surrounded by trees. Once there we immediately set things up as labor was progressing. When we got the chance we timed the contractions which were 7 minutes apart and lasting a minute. I got in the hot tub outside and labored there for several minutes. My husband crawled in with me (we were both nude) and messaged my back. I guided his hands to my vagina and demanded he finger me. That eased the pain so much and I orgasmed with each contraction.

“I need more..” I whispered

“I understand.” He replied

We got out and walked inside. It was a one room cabin and the bed was in the center. He lied down, his hard cock sticking straight into the air, and I began riding him. Pounding down hard with the contractions.

“I’m..I’m in bliss! I..I’m cumming!”

I came and my waters broke at the same time. Making me scream. I got off of him and he checked me. I was 8 centimeters along but sex was now impossible. The contractions were only two minutes apart and it was now 3am. I had been in labor for 24 hours now. I had my husband create a birthing area by the fireplace as I walked around. I dropped to my knees as a hardness slammed into the birthing canal.

“I have to push!” I screamed as he finished.

He pulled me onto the birthing area where I got on all fours and began pushing. I grunted, screamed, snarled, gasped, groaned, and moaned. My husband messaged my expanding lips. After ten minutes of pushing I crowned. I was crying and feeling weak. I leaned my back against my husbands chest, my legs tucked under me, as the head finally popped out. I groaned as another contraction hit and the urge to push took over. I pushed down, sweat covering me, as one shoulder came out, and then another. Half of the baby was out and so I reached down, tucked my thumbs under its shoulders, and while pushing pulled him out. He cried and so did we.

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This is serious birth porn for me!!  Not only is it 12 minutes of birth after birth - including twins and breeches - but it is all filmed in black and white, the music is fantastic and it is all from FRANCE!! (A little secret about me, I dream of moving to Paris full time :)  This is a work of art!!!  May you all feel inspired to birth and/or support other women after watching this! 

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Very sexy pushing!

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Instant favorite

Struggling bless her

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Imagine yourself lying in bed at night with your hand on your belly. Two babies are shifting around inside, keeping you and your spouse awake. You snuggle together tighter and lightly follow the kicks with one hand from each of you. Feeling them move around is turning you on but you're both tired and content to watch and feel your children settling into sleep as you do the same. -uuuuu

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😍 one day

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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.

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Ooooh drive! Hurry, it’s coming! 💕💕

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unassisted home birth, she has such a nice ass ;)

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I Get By With A little Help

Anna grunts and sighs loudly as the contraction ends, leaning into Tom for support. He doesn’t say anything, just rubs her bare back and holds her as she cries through another contraction. He can tell they’re getting intense now, and he’s starting to worry about this home birth.

“That’s it, deep breaths. Good girl,” he whispers to his wife and she leans back when the contraction finally ends, her face contorted with discomfort.

“There’s so much pressure,” she pants and Tom nods, his hands feeling around the circumference of her over-stretched belly.

“Lean back against the headboard, love. I’ll check how things are going.”

Anna accepts his help, shifting back and opening her legs wide for him. He knows this will hurt, so he gently kisses her belly and inserts two fingers, frowning when she clenches around him.

“I know it hurts, sweetie. But you need to relax so I can feel.”

She takes a deep breath, relaxing her muscles a little as he works his way in. Tom feels around, his fingers measuring. When he pulls out, he smiled at her tired face.

“9 centimetres, baby. Almost there.”

She just nods, gasping as the baby starts to move down, opening her insides more than she wanted to be opened.

“Let’s stand up, let gravity do the work.”

Anna moans loudly as her husband pulls her to her feet. She can feel her heavy baby pushing down on her, working her way into her birth canal. When the next contraction hits, Anna wraps her arms around his neck, letting Tom hold her body weight as she calls out, crying in pain, her belly pressing hard into his torso. Tom frowns when she tries parting her legs. She needs to be upright to let baby move down, but standing isn’t working.

When the contraction ends, he kisses her sweaty forehead and slowly leads her to the bathroom. She doesn’t need any instruction, just collapses on the toilet and cries out in pain as another contraction moves her baby down, her birth canal stretching too far.

“Oh god!”

Tom just crouches down and caresses her belly, tracing lines in the stretch marks. She was huge, but she didn’t need to be told that. At her last checkup the doctor had estimated over 10lbs, but 2 weeks had passed, growing bigger each day. He had tried to convince her to do this in the hospital. He wanted people there to help her when she inevitably needed it, but Anna had been so insistent that her body would know what to do when the time came.

As another contraction started, Anna yelled out, this one different. The pressure was unbearable and she parted her legs on either side of the bowl, reaching out to grab the air as liquid exploded from her groin. She cried out and Tom quickly rubbed her thighs to sooth her, watching the last of the liquid drain.

“Almost there now,” he says gently, but Anna just grunts, feeling the baby press deep down inside her.

“She’s so heavy,” she complains quietly, leaning back and closing her eyes to try and get a moments rest. She can feel herself opening with every contraction. She knows it won’t be long. Tom just nods and kisses her thigh, unable to offer any comfort.

The next few contractions are more intense, and Anna can barely handle it, calling out as she tries to resist the urge to push. She doesn’t want to tear. She’s determined not to, but it’s so hard to resist. Tom watches her body push without even realising. She opens up a little with each contraction, her lips already pink and sore.

“Ugh. Oh god. The pressure!”

Tom tried to centre her, bracing her thighs to try and keep her from freaking out.

“Breathe. You got this. I’ll check you and make sure.”

Anna moans at the thought, but opens her legs a little wider to give him better access. When his two fingers slip inside, she starts to cry, unable to take both his hand and her unborn baby at the same time. Tom tries to drown out her cries and pushes in further, using his fingers to try and measure. When the next contraction hits earlier than expected, Anna yells, pushing down and smacking him to try and get him out. Tom persists, but his eyes open when something round and hard rams into his fingers. He can feel wet curls. He pulls out slowly, letting her finish the contraction before he breaks it to her.

“She’s right there now, babe. Keep pushing. You’re doing so good.”

Tom reaches up to tuck a loose strand of sweaty blonde hair behind her ear, frowning at how miserable she looks. He feels around her belly, the hard surface now softening as their child prepares to make her way into the world. When the next contraction comes, her whole body tenses and Anna holds her breath, pushing deep into her bottom. He can see how hard she is straining, and she can feel that head ramming its way down, past her cervix now and ready to start showing. When it ends, another contraction is right on top of it and Tom encourages her to push again.

“Shit. Fuck. God. this. hurts,” she pants, unable to stay quiet any longer. Tom frowns and kisses her low hanging belly, unable to help. When the next contraction comes, she pushed again, before reaching out to grab him and crying out, a bulge forming in the depth of her vagina.

“Ughh,” she grunts, struggling to keep herself sane. It feels like a bowling ball is pressing into her sensitive skin, the pressure immense.

“Breathe and take it slow,” he coaches, reaching in to cup the fleshy mound gently. It feels hot and heavy. Her lips are only slightly parted, but as she ignores his advice and pushes, she opens wider.

He keeps his hand supporting her, watching as she parts and dark curly hair pokes through the slit, before retreating with the end of the contraction.

“I can’t do it!” She pants, barely able to speak in between blowing the pressure away.

“Yes you can sweetheart. She just needs time to stretch you. Push again and see what happens.”

Tom watches her as she pushes, cries, pants and moans her way through a few more contractions. With each painful push, Anna’s pink lips part, giving Tom a clear view of the top of the baby’s scalp, before the head retreats at the end of each push, leaving her slightly ajar.

“It’s not coming!” Anna cries at the end of a particularly intense contraction. Tom presses down on her belly and tells her to push as hard as she can. He can’t stand the sounds of protest as she pushes and he presses, but it’s working. He stops pressing and watches her lips part, the baby shifting down with unbelievable volume. This time, Tom keeps his fingers on her as the contraction ends and she stays open, her vagina parting an inch now, the head poking out.

“Pant, baby, let it stretch!”

Anna starts blowing with intensity, her breath heavy and her hands gripping Tom’s shoulders to try and cope.

“It’s burning!”

“I know sweetie. It’s stretching.”

Anna moans as the next contraction starts. She takes a deep breath and pushes, her lips gaping further with painful force. Another inch later and she gives up, the pressure and the burning too much. When she starts crying, Tom does his best to console her.

“You’re doing so good, honey. She’s nearly here. Just a little longer.”

“She’s too big!”

Tom rubs his fingers around the delicate half-crown and knows she’s right. Two inches of the head are visible, but the bulge in her vagina shows him there’s still so far to go. He’s not too sure how this is going to work. During the next contraction he uses his fingers to try and stretch her, but she’s resisting, trying to push her legs together to escape the burn. He knows she needs her legs back, which isn’t going to happen on the toilet.

“Sweetheart,” he starts slowly, knowing she wasn’t going to like this. “We need to get you on the bed.”

Anna’s eyes widen, still panting to try and control her urges.

“I can’t walk!” She protests, and Tom looks at the baby parting her. “There’s a head coming out of me!”

He doesn’t give in to the argument. Getting his baby out safely is more important, but as he pulls her to her feet, he cringes as she screams, her legs parting in a slight squat.

“Ahhh!” He holds her and slowly walks her out of the bathroom, Anna crying and heaving with each step. The pressure is insane now, her tight lips fighting the force of gravity.

“Please!” She cries desperately, feeling her baby pushing down into her burning opening. Tom keeps walking her, his hand gripping the slow crown to try and stop any sudden movements.

When they finally get to the bed, Tom lowers her onto her back and climbs up to sit between her legs.

“Well done, sweetie. I know that was hard.”

Anna just grunts, instinctively holding her legs back as the contraction hits.

“Gahhh!”

She pushes hard, the stretch unbearable. Tom stretches her with his fingers as she pushes the head out a little further, making her so much tighter.

“Oh god! Shit!”

Tom keeps his fingers tracing her crown as she pants and grunts, feeling as though she’s about to rip open. When it inches forward to a full crown, Anna screams and Tom applies pressure, hoping it’s enough to keep her from tearing. Anna tries so hard to pant, knowing this is a crucial moment. She is on fire. It feels like someone is holding a flame to her vagina.

“Breathe, baby. Pant her out now, you’re so close.”

She screams again as a little of the forehead slips out, stretching her even further, something she didn’t think possible.

“Pant. Come on, honey. Nice and slow.”

She cries out as more of the head inches out and does her best to pant, in and out, one of her husbands hands applying pressure to her perineum, the other pressing the skin that is threatening to pull her clitoris apart.

“Hooo hoooo hooo” she pants loudly, a blood curdling scream filling the room when her skin finally gives way and the head barges out, followed by a gush of fluid.

“Fuck!” She exclaims loudly, struggling to catch her breath as Tom holds the giant head in his hands. It looks massive. He doesn’t understand how she got it out. He didn’t have time to check, but he was sure she had torn as the baby’s cheeks emerged. He keeps that information to himself.

“Good job, baby. Deep breaths, now. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

Anna pants and moans as Tom feels to make sure the cord isn’t around the baby’s neck. When it is clear, he helps the baby’s head turn towards his wife’s inner thigh and looks up at her exhausted face.

“Big, hard pushes now. Let’s get her shoulders out.”

Anna doesn’t need to be told twice. She holds her legs back and pushes with all her might, hollering as the shoulders ram into her bruised and worn vagina. Despite the incredible burn, she persists in pushing, as hard as she can. During the third push Tom pulls a little, the shoulder stretching her opening once more.

“Gahhhh! Ooooooh! Ahhhhhh!”

She grunts and yells and swears as Tom pulls again, the second shoulder widening her entrance one last time, before there’s a tug, a scream and a gush of fluids. It’s over.

- This is my first one, so let me know what you think :)

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Some days....

Some days I desire the act of becoming pregnant. The intense, passionate sex, the loving tender affection for each other. Just giving in to our urges and letting nature take its course knowing that we both want the same outcome.

Some days I desire the thrill and excitement of an early pregnancy. The slight, soft changes to my body not overly apparent to anyone but you and I and it’s still our exciting little secret that we keep from the rest of the world.

And some days I desire being heavily pregnant. My body full and tight, a large round belly getting in the way of anything I try to do, my breast full and heavy with milk and my already wide hips a little wider and fuller. And you… You being so turned on by the sight of me SO very pregnant with your baby, knowing that you are the one who did this to me, can’t keep your hands off of me and we spend the day filling me with your seed again and again.

And today… today is one of the very heavily pregnant days.

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Can’t wait for this moment but I want my husband to deliver our baby