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Impregnation

By: Athena_e19



My partner and I had just broken up. It wasn't that big of a deal, but she had probably been the one I was most ready to settle down with. We'd been together for a year and I had thought that we were on a great track that had a promising future. And I was optimistic that within the coming years there would be equal rights and at least general acceptance of our lifestyle. But when I told her that I didn't think that I was truly a "lesbian", she took offense. It didn't matter that I was genuinely attracted to her, or that we had great chemistry. In the end, I wasn't "real". My bisexuality was a problem and it brought to an end what seemed so bright only days before. As a result I ended up back home over Valentine's Day weekend.

That's kind of how I got into the situation that I currently find myself in. I was thinking that I would just get some time away from the pressures of school and the break up and take a breather. My sisters, normally my support crew, were off enjoying their own lives in different parts of the world and were probably out working it with someone special for the big February 14th. Not me. I would just be home alone with my dad.

That's the other part of my situation, my dad. I love him to death, but sometimes he is a bit immature. That and he is a typical guy. Despite growing up with a coop full of hens, he never did learn much about us. Three daughters and our mother and still never quite got clued in. So when I asked to come over for the romance holiday he had promised me a fun care-free time.

And he had delivered. He managed to take my mind off my break up, my ex, and getting acclimated to a life of singleness all over again. Course, he managed to do that by getting us both smashed. I had driven the hour from campus to the house I had grown up in and had arrived to find a sizable amount of alcoholic beverages and liquors spread out across the counter tops. Typical dad. 

The plan for Valentine's Day was to drink. He had about a dozen dumb comedy movies to watch, ranging from the "Three Stooges" right up until the latest straight to DVD "National Lampoon". We had started drinking right away. At first it was cocktails and lighter beers. But by the time we had gotten to "Animal House" we were crashing back shots of the hard stuff in some random rhythm or game. I think the game was based on eighties catch phrases. We each were allowed to choose one cliché and every time a character used it, the other person had to take a shot. 

Needless to say, by the time midnight hit, we were both totally smashed. In fact, I don't really remember midnight at all. I just remember hitting the bed. When I woke four hours later, I had a splitting headache and extraordinarily parched throat. I was downstairs in the den bedroom and my role model father was past out beside me, snoring heavily. I tried waking him, but he didn't budge, so I went to the kitchen for several glasses of water. 

I was a little surprised by the intensity of the mess we had left and the amount of alcohol we had consumed. I am normally not a heavy drinker and never have really pushed the limits of my intake, but I figured out that I wasn't a light weight that night. Cans, bottles, glasses, and cartons all littered the rooms. Smatterings of snacks and wrappers joined the mix. After finding a somewhat clean glass, that I was pretty sure was mine (the lipstick on the edge kind of was a give away), I poured a glass of water. The filtered stuff was in the fridge, and I was a bit fearful that light would inflict a rise in the already devastating headache. 

I guzzled water for a good ten minutes, weakly supporting myself against the edge of the sink until I was sure my bladder was going to blow. I took what had to be a record pee and probably fell asleep sitting on the toilet for a bit too. When I finally made my grand and lady-like exit from the restroom I decided to change and head back to bed. My bag was right by the door where I left it, so I changed into my nightie (a XXL ACDC T-shirt that had been a gift from a friend) and managed to wobbly make my way back to the bedroom. 

My dad had managed to move a little farther into the center of the bed and was still snoring quite loudly. Still a little buzzed, I giggled listening to his deep nasally breaths. I had never known that he snored and wondered if this was something related to his drinking or aging. He wasn't really an old man by any means. In early fifties, he was still in what he called combat fitness, a silly term he had picked up from a brief kick in the Marines when he was a youth. His black hair was now laced with gray, which resulted in him having that refined regality that only older men can get. His sharp jaw line and broad shoulders finished the look perfectly. Pretty handsome. 

Me, and my sisters, all had gotten our mother's looks. The same long brunette hair, broad curls, coy dark eyes, and pouty lips. We also had gotten her figure- long legs, full chest and hips, and small waists. We could have been models if we had been born ten years earlier, before the advent of the bulimic/ anorexic super model. If we wanted, we probably could still model for plenty of publications. None of them reputable. 

But at the point in time, I wasn't thinking about myself, just how cute he looked. It was kind of one of those standing trance things that happens when you are tired and creatively inebriated. After waking from another doze off, I crawled back into bed and snuggled my way up close to him. One of his legs was kicked out, taking up the lower half of the bed so I pushed in, practically spooning. I tried going to sleep, but found myself a little caught off guard by a wave of emotional remembrance. It started with my ex, progressed its way to my mom, then back to my ex again. 

I was thinking about the time when I had brought up my bisexuality. We had just finished a regular good night round of love making and were chatting afterwards. She had brought up the possibility of us having a child together, either through adoption or in vitro. I had asked how she would feel if we had a mutual guy friend of ours do it. I had told her I preferred knowing who the dad was and would enjoy doing it the natural way. She had made some off the cuff remark about me being straight and I had just come out and told her that I wasn't entirely convinced that I was completely gay.

Then the fight had started and we had been split up by the time we woke up the next morning. A lot of stuff happens at night for me. And this would be no exception. 

By the time I had broken from my daydream I realized that I was a bit aroused. That wasn't unusual as I was almost always horny, but usually regularly satiated during the course of a day. Going one day, much less four days without sex, was a daunting task. And now I had the familiar glowing warmth beginning in the pit of my stomach and spreading downward. But what made it unusual was the fact that I was in bed with my dad. 

Only to complicate things, I could feel my dad's penis pushing against my backside, just between my upper thighs and behind the rear of my cleft. Like most guys, he had a perpetual hard on that was rising at the most inopportune of times.

With my labia just beginning to feel the swelling of desire, his mushroom shaped head was a curse. I had tried to ignore its contact at first, but found myself having a growing fascination with its point of contact and the movements it made when he breathed in and out in a deep sleep. 

I am sure that some of you are a little grossed out by this revelation. But as I have already said, I had been drinking and wasn't in possession of my full faculties. Considering this, I hope you can cut me some slack for this and for what comes next. 

Rather then take the natural daughter reaction and recoil, I lingered. And thought about it some more. And lingered some more. All the while, I got a little more curious, a little wetter, and a little more ready to do something else. 

The next move was a small one, cautious to be sure. I pushed back. The movement sent the tip of his penis a little farther in between my thighs and a little closer to the center of all my life's troubles. Now his angled length was just applying a firm presence to the rear lips of my vagina. 

And it felt good! Really quite good. I don't know how I managed to disconnect my conscience or common sense or whatever but I did. I had fantasized once or twice in my life about family members, father included, but usually it was just for a story I was writing or for a little role playing. When I was younger my sisters and I had experimented quite a bit, but had gone our separate ways without ever engaging in a truly intentional sexual encounter. Perhaps that all contributed to my disconnect and progression. 

My shirt was pulled tightly against my cleft, over my ass, and over my shoulders. It was kind of applying a bit too much pull to my neck, so I pulled it free from between us. The removal of the barrier, even one millimeter of it made it a significant difference. I felt the first of a series of powerful spasms that preempted a jump in lust within me.

I moved my torso a little farther forward on the bed, so that my ass could slight ever so farther back over the head of his penis. The movement enable the desired shift and soon I could feel the thick tip of his manhood pressing through his athletic shorts and into the camel toe that had formed in my panties. I waited for what seemed like an eternity, wondering whether or not he would wake and pondering what to do next. 

Of course, it was an obvious decision to make. At least it was for me. I rocked my hips. I was slow, deliberate, and intentional. Ever so quietly I pushed back and forth over his tenting shorts. It was like some sort of taboo masturbation. I could feel my nipples poking through the thin material of my tee as I grew more and more aroused by the sensation of my lips being pulled apart by the combined presence of panties, shorts, and cock. My strokes were slow enough that the warm liquid which quickly filled the gash had the chance to cool. 

The shift in temperature and contact was an exquisite torture and I found my own breathing growing heavier and heavier. My hands couldn't resist further temptation and pulled my shirt up over my breasts, so they could have direct access. One of them would support my head in the crook of my arm, while the other tugged and pulled on a turgid nipple or two. 

As my father's penis pushed farther and farther into the space of my pussy, my pleasure grew and grew. It seemed as if some itch lurked just out of reach of his penis' touch and the only way to satisfy it would be to ram it into my depths. Of course, that would probably wake him, and I couldn't allow that. So I contentedly rubbed myself off on his cock. 

Over and over again I would buck my hips onto the first inch of his penis. I could tell there was more there, if only I could access it. But did I dare?

With my own juices easily lubricating outward, covering my pussy, my panties, and his shorts in a thick coating of mess, I found myself thinking there was no other choice. I momentarily released my hold on my tit and reached between my legs and tugged my boy shorts down, until they were at my ankles. 

Then I went to work on his shorts. It was slow going. The first time I touched him, he lurched in his sleep. It startled me and I quickly pulled my own hand back and pretended to sleep for a few minutes, wondering whether or not he was awake. When I heard his snoring return to a regular rhythm, I assumed it was safe to resume my attempt. This time when I touched his penis, he twitched only a little, and I let my hand linger on the hot piece of flesh pressing angrily into is fabric prison. 

I didn't stroke him or anything like that. Just petted it a bit. Kind of brushed my fingers up and over it, rubbing the wet tip of his shorts with my thumb, until I was certain more could be attempted. Of course stroking a cock through clothing had its own element of eroticism and my snatch managed to retain its generous moisture level. 

After a little more mutual petting of his cock and my pussy, I shifted my attention to the hem of his shorts. It was another torturously slow process, with several near misses and risky moves. But when it was done, I had a well hung man throbbing in my hand. 

Once I managed to let go of the warm sizable length, I pressed my naked ass close once more. The cock, now free of its prison twitched and jumped of its own volition, its purple 'shroom shaped head brushing over my sensitive backside and scraping against my soft skin. I was toying with my clit, while I contemplated the contacts and encounters of our two naked regions. I got myself off for the first time like that. He had moved forward, his cock pushing its way between my ass cheeks. The sudden heat separating my two globes had gotten me there. With his cock throbbing against me, I had come, small gasps and shudders of pleasure breaking from my pussy's depths and spreading upwards and outwards until I squeaked to maintain control of my movements. Upon its settling, I found my fingers covered in my own juices and my body dissatisfied. 

A little disconcerted that I still wanted more I went to work again. After licking my fingers clean, savoring my taste (a habit an old lover had established), and returning them once more to my quivering lips, I decided to kick it up a gear. With my hand once again coated in natural lubricant, I reached between my thighs and pulled his dick forward once again. 

Once it was pressed in that sweet spot at the back of my cunny, I started to rock all over. My shifts and thrusts were gentle at first, but as his dick progress farther and farther over the length of labia and outer lips, I became a little more urgent in my need. 

The head of his cock was pasted with my pussy's output and glided easily between my lips and about a half inch in before it slipped out the backside. Course its exit was only temporary. I couldn't handle a second or two without feeling that firm piece of flesh filling me once more. 

As my desire built, and another orgasm approached, I became less and less in control of what I was doing. The smooth swipes of his cock through the entrance of my twat faded like a cloud in sunlight. Soon I was pushing his cock a little further inside of me. Each new half inch promised more and my familiar needy itch asked for a little more depth. And silly me, out of control and in heat, granted its wish. With gentle pressure from my hips, the direction of his cock changed a bit.

That bit was the difference between sliding along the outside and between thrusting into me. As soon as his large wedge shaped cock head pushed its way firmly into my pussy and I felt the lower portions of my twat walls falling in behind it, I knew I was a goner. I just had to have more. 

Of course, I was very well lubricated from the ongoing sex play that had now progressed a good thirty minutes non-stop. So with the swiftest and least disruptive thrusts I could manage, I penetrated myself on my father's cock. And how heavenly it was. 

I felt like I was riding some forbidden fruit, his broad spear shaped organ dividing my cunt temporarily, only to recede before renewing its assault. Like growing waves as the tide comes in, I found myself rushing my pussy farther and farther onto his cock. My hand still busily toyed with my explosive little clitoris, sending those waves out over my body. 

My thrusting joined with squirming, with spasming, with grinding to create some sensational auto-erotic experience. Fireworks began to go off in my head as my second orgasm crashed through me. That is probably when I was at the greatest risk of being caught and revealing my use of my father's manhood. 

But he didn't miss a beat, his only change a momentary cry of desire of pleasure for my mother, Marilyn in some wonderful wet dream he was experiencing. 

I had just completed my climax and was working his cock deeper and deeper into me, when I felt him go off. I thought I felt the gentle tapping of sperm shooting against an inner wall, but wasn't entirely sure, until I heard him groan and thrust up to meet me. I could feel the hot wetness spread deeper within me, filtering into every opening and un-spread fold. 

Aftershock orgasms went off in me as my struggled to comprehend the intense taboo and risk I had just taken. I had to stifle a cry with my pussy playing hand and I felt his cock throb and twitch in my tunnel. His balls were spasming against my thighs as they unloaded their burden into my womb. 

I would fall asleep, with my sex smelling hand against my mouth and my pussy still cradling my father's length. It would be a fantasy filled rest that lasted a few short hours before I once again woke. My father was rolled off of my back now, his cock limply folded over atop his shorts and a white coating of his sex and mine covering it. I studied him over my shoulder until I was certain that he was still asleep. In somewhat of a disbelief, I slipped my panties up over my own caked cunt and examined him some more.

He was resting more peacefully now, his snoring faded to a gentle roar rather then the foghorn that had sounded last night. I didn't want him to discover our activities before I had the chance to disguise them, so I went to work again. 

With an all too eager hand I began to beat him off. I lifted his soft length from his stomach and gently stroked its underside with my thumb. Almost immediately the thing leapt to attention, pointing towards the far off underside of his chin. Obviously he wasn't getting enough ass for his own good. I happily helped out. I spit into my palm and rubbed my fingers into my saliva until they were well lubricated. Then with a tight fist, I began to steadily pump his rod.

The familiar warmth of a hot cock emanated from within my grip as I gave him a furious hand job. A few times during the beat off I bent down and lightly tongued the underside of his cock head. It was on one such occasion that I felt a sudden random pulse on his length and I knew he was coming. I clamped down at the base of his cock, locking his semen inside temporarily and used my spare hand to pull his shorts up a ways. Once they were safely covering his cock's tip I released it. 

Another full load of semen sprayed into the cloth, catching my withdrawing hand and eliciting a groan from him. I quickly closed my eyes and rolled over, my cum stained fingers going to my lips. 

I had just sampled the goods and was savoring the salty taste of my dad's seed when I heard him wake.

"What the fuc....," he managed before realizing I was "asleep" beside him. With a whispered obscenity, I heard him waddle from the room, obviously put off by the physical manifestation of his dream world meeting with his lover. 

With a hardy grin I finished tasting his wares and rose from the bed. I managed to trip and fall as I tried to take my first step, having forgotten that my underwear were still wrapped tightly around my ankles. Giggling loudly I pulled them up, seeming to have gotten away with my night's adventures and molestations. 

My dad would behave strangely the rest of the following day and into the next. Eventually his concerns would fade and things would return largely to normal between us. 

Course, my life would change a lot eight weeks later. I had missed my period twice and was putting on some weight. After a few early warning tests I became very aware that I was pregnant. I had a Valentine's Day conception! A few months from then my daughter and sister would be born. Craziness. 

Alcohol, horniness, and family don't mix.

Impregnation



The male inserts his penis in between your lower lips. You gasp at his size, feeling him slowly molding your vagina to his shape. Stretching you to your limits, you moan as he finally seats his big bull like testicles on your vagina. The tip of his penis firmly planted on your soft playable cervix. His nostrils flair as testosterone pumps through his veins. You shiver in sheer terror and delight, knowing your dreams will soon become a reality. He begins to slowly pull out, your walls sticking to him like a second skin. He begins to moan as he pulls all the way out of your core. His penis head moves slowly back and forth across your engorged slit. He looks at you between your legs, giving an evil smirk. The emptiness begins to set in causing you to yearn for him. 

You try to move lower body to meet with his body but he grips your waist hard and asks what you want. Desperately, you begin to struggle but to no avail. Your pride forgotten and you beg him to plant himself deeply between your legs and fill up the emptiness inside. He has a sexy crazy grin plastered across his face and tells you that you're such a good girl. Aligning himself up with your vagina he forces his way inside. You give a startled yelp and tighten up considerably at the forced intrusion. Not giving yourself time to adjust like last time. He thrusts harshly against your cervix, almost like he is trying to force it open. His actions get harder and faster! You wrap your legs around his waist enjoying the ride. 

You gasp and moan when his penis hits your secret spots. Going at you at different angles you shutter with pleasure and excitement. His pace becomes faster as you feel his warm massive balls align perfectly with your vagina. In and out, IN and OUT he pistons inside you! You feel his manly body pressed against you as his penis is plunging deep inside you. He tells you that after he's done with you, your vagina will only know the shape of his penis, and his penis alone! You shiver and nod your head as thoughts have escaped you, enveloping you in a pleasurable white light. You begin to feel a strong warm sensation building in between your legs. 

He grunts and groans with effort as he continues to slam into you, almost ruthlessly. He loves feeling how tight your vagina is and this is because even though you have had children before you have never delivered naturally. You're vagina is so tight that you squeeze your Kegel muscle and lock his penis inside you. He roughly stabs his cock into your fertile cervix. You gasp and arch your back as pleasure takes hold. He tells you that he is not pulling out and that he is not wasting his seed! His male animal instinct is to pump his seed deep within you! 

His testicles begin to pull tight against your body. You can do nothing but feel excited about the idea of actually being bred by this male. You're right on the edge of oblivion when he uses his finger to diddle with your clit. You're vagina hits fast and hard and you're walls clench his balls for all it is worth. 

Suddenly you feel his penis somehow slip even further inside you if that was even possible. You don't have time to think when he stops his movements and tells you he is getting ready to explode! You moan deeply and wrap your legs around his hips nice and tight. He knows that you're not on birth control and you tell him if he cums and puts his seed inside you that you will definitely get pregnant! Knowing that he can't escape your massaging vagina as you lock him in even harder and tell him in an airy voice to cum inside you! He looks straight into your eyes and with a sparkle of desire and lust ignites the animalistic passion within him. He pumps into your tight vulnerable vagina with wild abandon. You begin to realize that this is your true dream and design in life, to carry this man's or any worthy male's offspring. He shoots his male seed up your uterus and into your Fallopian tubes to find your fertile eggs for pregnancy!

You are breeding just as nature intended. No chemicals or devices to stop you from creating a new glorious life deep within yourself. His thrusting is so rough and primal. You shudder and scream "Ahhhhh so good!" As a second wave of orgasm hits you hard your juices overflowing between your legs make you feel incredible, fulfilling your purpose as a woman!

After he successfully plants his seed he lays on top of you with his penis still inside you. You can feel his cum wanting to drip out but his penis has blocked the only exit out. Your cervix closed around his penis nice and tight ensuring your impregnation.



Impregnation at a Wedding Pt. 01



The bodice of her wedding gown was snug around Jilly's large, firm breasts. Her blonde hair was firmly encased in an updo. She was finally ready for her wedding. She couldn't wait to go down and find Lucas in the garden. Downstairs, the guests were beginning to mingle, as the waiters passed around hors d'oevres and the DJ was playing some of the first hits of the summer. 

She wandered out into the hall. One of the bridesmaids was fumbling with a door handle holding two glasses of champagne. 

"Hey," said Amy, smiling. "There you are! Can you help me fix my hair? I know I shouldn't ask you, since you're the bride and everything, but I think the back is coming loose." 

They stumbled into one of the guest rooms. 

"I can't believe you're getting married," said Amy, sitting back against the bedspread, letting Jilly sit behind her and letting her fan out her long black tresses. 

"Me neither," said Jilly, rolling a little of it in her hand. She started playing with it, braiding it. 

"This house reminds me of that one summer in..." 

"In North Carolina," said Jilly, finishing the sentence with a laugh. They both knew which summer the other meant. They had spent a lot of years in college together, doing odd jobs, chasing boys, and hanging out. 

But there had been a particular one, with a hot tub... where things between them had gotten interesting. 

"Are you nervous?" asked Amy. Her cheeks were flushed ever so slightly.

"I would be," said Jilly. "But it's almost like Lucas raised the stakes in our relationship, and I couldn't help but go along. He can be very adventurous."

"Adventurous?" said Amy. Her lips were parted in surprise. 

"Yeah," said Jilly, combing through Amy's hair. Her friend had really smooth shoulders. 

There was a brief pause. 

She wondered if she should say what she was thinking. That Lucas had given her free reign on their wedding day. 

"Adventurous how?" Amy said. 

"Well, he loves it when I touch myself in public," said Jilly. "It's like a joke between us. He said he knew he had to marry me when he heard my name was Jill."

"And he wouldn't mind it if I ate pussy on the morning of my wedding day." 

As for the marriage, Lucas had lured her into it. He was nothing if not persuasive. 

She pictured the night before. They were lying in bed. Lucas's huge hands caressing her thighs, lazily roaming between her legs. 

"Your friend Amy is pretty," he had said. 

"I've always thought so," she said mildly. 

"I bet she thinks the same about you," he said after a pause. 

What if he were here right now? His thumb would be travelling, roaming somewhere between her clit and ass. 

Jilly touched the strap of her dress thoughtfully. 

Amy turned around. Her pupils were dilated. 

"How does my hair look?" she said. 

"I missed a spot," Jilly said, reaching out to fix it, before Amy shut her up by kissing her. 

Amy caressed the bodice of her dress. 

"My mouth is practically watering right now, do you know that?" she said. "I've always wondered what it would be like to suck on these huge titties."

She pushed Jilly back onto the bed. She could feel Amy's weight on her, the lightness of her ribcage, the softness of her much smaller, but perky and delicious breasts, and the sleek promise of her thighs. 

Rolling Amy back, she pulled up the bridesmaid's dress and went to town. She licked and licked and licked that pussy, her own titties and pussy tingling. 

Amy's pussy tasted so good. Her pussy lips were soft and delicious and her juices were musky. Jilly enjoyed putting her tongue between the soft folds of the labia, and searching out the clit. She alternately sucked it into her mouth and licked it. Soon Amy was moaning hard. 

"What am I doing?" she thought. "I'm fucking my friend!" 

But then she was quickly overwhelmed by the rising heat of her own pussy. She lapped frantically and instinctively until Amy began to come. 

Amy couldn't wait to hold the big, heavy tits she had always been so curious about. They were soft, with small nipples that she sucked into her mouth and drew on eagerly. She fingered Jilly's soaking wet pussy.

Then she ate Jilly out, until her own little clit glowed red hot, and she came right in Amy's gorgeous, girl cum smeared face. 

Afterwards, Jilly fixed Amy's jet black hair, which was much, much messier than before. They drank the rest of the champagne, kissed, and cleaned up. Jilly went down the stairs on wobbly legs to find her husband to be.



Impregnation at a Wedding Pt. 02



Jilly was hungry for her fiancé. 

It would be sexy for him to fuck her now, right before the wedding, wouldn't it? She wasn't even wearing panties under the dress. Something about wearing such a tight fancy constraining dress just made her want to be bare for him. 

She texted him, "where are you?" 

"Downstairs," he said. 

"In kitchen. Cum quickly," she typed out. 

In the brief few moments, she thought about what she was doing. And then she decided to go ahead with it. 

He came quickly. He was six foot two, with his jacket slung casually over his shoulder. When he saw her in disarray, he eyed her in amusement, as if he could guess what had happened upstairs just a few minutes before. 

"Rough day?" he said. 

"Not nearly enough," she said with a smile. 

"I just talked to the priest. He is really enjoying the orchestra. Sweet man," he said.

"Good," she said. "Now take me upstairs and fuck me. Nice and slow. And nice and hard. And do it bareback."

"What?" he said. He stared at her, clearly aroused. She could see the wheels in his head turning. 

"Without a condom?" he said, smiling. 

They went upstairs to the guest bedroom dedicated to the bride. She pushed him on the bed. 

"Are you sure about this?" he said. 

"No," she said. "It's better this way."

"But you don't want me to get you pregnant, right?" 

"No. Although you could probably knock me up without trying," she said. 

"Maybe I will try," he said. 

Without much foreplay, she began to slip him into her pussy. He was hard and huge. She could feel him nudging past her entrance. Her breasts lit up like she was on fire. 

Lucas's cock was huge. And the thing about him was, he was built like a farmhand. His cock was huge, his shoulders were huge, his chest was huge, and his hips were huge. She held onto it all, riding him, driving that sweet, potent cock even further and deeper and more dangerously into her. 

"Mmm," he moaned into her mouth, uncontrollably. Then, seeming to take hold of his senses, he flipped her on her back. From that position, he drove even harder to her. At first, he'd held back, been hesitant, though every fiber of him wanted to drive his cock into her pussy and let loose. Now, he wasn't. In the rawest and most animalistic way, he was trying to mark her as his. 

He leaned back on his knees and used a pillow under her ass. From that angle, his cock felt even bigger. She could feel the whole length of it, engorged, and ready to fill her with a torrent of cum. 

Soon, she felt him driving slower, but more insistently. This was the sign he was about to come, but holding back. She urged him on, bucking at him with her hips. 

"Oh, god," he said, suddenly jerking forward. She felt a warm rope of semen inside her pussy. One, two, three, four... she'd lost count. There was a veritable ocean of cum inside her. 

He was fingering her clit frantically. Eventually he fell forward on her chest. 

"Oh, god," he said. "I can't believe I did that. You could get pregnant." She could. She could feel his hot cum starting to ooze out from between her pussy lips already. But he was staring at her with even more lust. And his cock was so hard. Slowly but surely, he ploughed into her again. Once, twice, three times. She began moaning uncontrollably, as if it was her mission in life to get him to come in her and knock her up. She humped him passionately and in another two minutes, he was filling her all over again with the hot, forbidden warmth, marking her and claiming her as his. 

He kissed her hard. 

"All right," she said, scampering up. 

"Where are you going?" he said, in confusion, smoothing back his long blond hair with his enormous hands. 

"Did you say something about a priest?" she said, making her way down the stairs.



Impregnation at a Wedding Pt. 03



The priest was in the garden. He was in his mid thirties, gentle, lanky, dark haired and dark eyed. He was currently engaged in conversation with Lucas's Aunt Frieda. She joined them and waited patiently until there was a lull in the conversation. 

"Father, I'd love to talk to you, if you have a moment," she said, leading him away.

"What is it - er, Jilly, was it?" he said, confusedly. "This has been a wonderful party. Thank you so much for inviting me." 

"Father," she said quietly. "I have sinned. I'd appreciate it if you had a moment to spare." 

"What do you mean?" he said in bafflement, pushing his glasses up his nose. The poor man. He had no idea what she was about to say. 

"Please, let's go in here," she said, pulling him into a small study lined with legal books. 

"I need you to hear me out, father." 

"I'm sure it's nothing too bad," he said gently but gravely. "But if you feel you must." 

"Oh, it is very bad," she said innocently. "Today is my wedding day. And I don't know what's coming over me. I ate one of my best friend's pussies, and seduced my fiancé into coming inside me unprotected." 

He looked at her, taken aback. Was there the slightest stirring in his trousers? There was clearly a split second as he thought about what to do. 

"Why?" he said. She couldn't help notice the sheer curiosity mingled with stern disapproval in his voice. 

"Why not?" she replied. 

"All of us have impure thoughts at times - even - even," he said with hesitation, "well, all of us do. But you should have waited until you were married," he said. 

"Oh, I know." 

"So then you won't do it again." 

"Oh, no - I will," Jilly said. "I'm very eager to do it again, and almost certainly will again. I've been thinking about which one of the groomsmen to fuck. I'm so hungry for cum right now." 

The priest's cheeks flushed. He was clearly almost about to stammer out some sort of apology and leave the room. But at the last second, she saw his resolve stiffen. 

"All right," he said. "Bend over the desk." 

"What are you going to do?" said Jilly. 

All traces of good nature had disappeared from his face. He looked firm, commanding, even disciplinarian.

"I said bend over," he said. 

He paced back and forth. Jilly put her face against the papers and waited with bated breath. "Look, father, I was only trying to confess," she said. Her heart was pounding in terror. She willed someone, anyone, to come in. 

"Line your legs up against the end of the desk. Put your face down against the desk. Don't move your hands." 

She hardly had a choice. He had gripped her and was forcing her, head down onto the desk. She felt her ass cheeks burning in anticipation. She was sure she was about to get the spanking of her life. 

Or, oh god. What was he going to do - fuck her?

"Please use a condom," she begged him. 

He only laughed. 

"I don't use condoms," he said cruelly. "If I fuck you, I'm going to make good and sure that you get knocked up."

The first blow on her ass was deceptively light. He'd spanked her. She sat up with a start, her tits quivering from the impact, breathing hard. He smacked her gently, then cupped the jiggling ass cheek, near the bottom, by the pussy. 

She felt him smack her again. Then he ran his finger gently down the cleft of her pussy. 

"So you'll do whatever you want, as long as it gets you off?" he said, with a little laugh, caressing her pussy. 

She only wriggled her ass a little in reply. 

"No matter how wrong or dirty?"

"Yes," she said. "Please don't fuck me!" She bit her lip to hold back a sob. 

"Good," he said. "You don't want me to fuck you? That just makes it better."

His fingers worked their way expertly between her inner folds. 

From one angle, she could see his trousers, his engorged cock. 

Then, slowly but surely, she felt the tip of his cock nestling gently against her folds. He pushed in, rocking his hips in a gentle, swaying motion. Her own priest was fucking her from behind. 

He moaned at the sight of her tits, encased in the gorgeous white silk. He loved the fact that she was just taking it, but if she struggled, that would make it even better. 

Her cellphone pinged. It was Lucas. He had written, "Where are you?"

"Oh," said the priest, slightly taken aback, with his cock still in her. It was pulsing lightly. She tried frantically to writhe off of it. 

"No," he said, putting a hand firmly on her back, so she didn't get off his cock. "Stay right where you are. Both of us might need access to your pussy." 

They waited in bated breath. 

"Hello," said Nathan as Lucas came in. 

"Lucas," said Jilly. "Lucas, please! I need you to stop this now." 

"I see you were recently spanking my fiancé," Lucas said, gesturing to Jilly's red, exposed ass. 

"Fucking her is even better. Her pussy feels amazing," said Father Nathan. Lucas laughed in delight. 

She felt the priest caress her ass once again. He landed a gentle slap on her behind. His cock was still inside her, even though Lucas was standing right there, seemingly enjoying her ravishment. 

Father Nathan gently ran his finger up and down her pussy and found her clit, then tasted her juices. Helpless, Jilly's pussy was absolutely sopping wet. It had seeped through seemingly several layers of her dress. Worse, his cock was so thick and delicious that with stroke that she started to gasp.

"Yeah, that's good," said Lucas. "She likes that; that keep going. Harder."

"Oh, god. Oh god. Oh god," said Jilly. 

Father Nathan was big. He gyrated his hips and grabbed her ass. She pushed back against him as he mauled her tits under her desk. 

He pumped harder and harder. She was about to come. I want him to come in me too, she thought suddenly and nonsensically. I hope he knocks me up. Then, what! No!

He started to hammer her frantically. He gripped her hips as if there were no tomorrow, rutting. Despite herself the idea of him coming a load inside her turned her on. She began to shake against the desk, first her legs, then her whole body, and then an incredible, almost out of body seizmic orgasm. Then came the unmistakable warmth as her insides were filled with his hot and sticky semen. He jetted once, twice, three times, four times... it seemed to go on forever and ever. She knew that the chances were good she was pregnant. 

He ran a hand under her body and squeezed her tits possessively. 

"Ok, it's my turn," said Lucas. He unzipped his pants. 

"Lucas, no!" she gasped, in shame. 

He held her down on the desk. The cock inside her felt big and thick, warm and engorged. His thighs were thick and powerful, as he thrust into her hungrily and greedily. 

Soon her heat started rising and she came, desperately, with him firmly inside her. There was no question of pulling out or turning back.

He came for the third time that day, planting even yet more sticky seed inside her used and abused cumhole. 

Father Nathan put his up-until-then virgin cock inside her up-until-then virgin ass. She felt Lucas stiffen and groan under her and miraculously, get hard again inside her pussy. Both men began pushing at her hard from both sides, as if trying frantically to be the one to fill her deeper, more fully satiate her needs. She was overwhelmed in warmth, maleness, and grunting. 

Father Nathan came first. "Oh," groaned Lucas. "Oh." As if involuntarily, she reached down and caressed his balls, sending yet another jet of hot spunk into her own pussy. 

She was now gushing with cum from every orifice. 

And she loved it. She wanted more, for them to paint her insides until she was knocked up. 

Then she followed them into the garden for the ceremony. As they went to the altar, nobody could guess that Jilly's pussy was heavily seeded and dripping. 

It hadn't been a pure wedding, or an innocent one, but it had certainly been a white one.