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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.

END

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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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