Simple country couple working out baby making in the 1950s [FM,preg][OC]

We had waited til marriage, it’s our way.

I love Billy, not too bright and plain looking but kind of heart, a hard worker from an honourable family. Many had sought to court me, I don’t mind saying I’m quite fortunate to have the features God blessed me with. Long chestnut hair, pale skin with blue eyes and heavy lips.
I could’ve chosen any of them, but I chose Billy to the delight of his dear mother. A simple woman with great love. Many mocked me for “marrying low” they called it. None of them know what a good father and husband is, I know, my father was a good man and together I can be the mind for the things Billy lacks.

There’s a problem. We’ve been married six months and I’m still not with child. He’s held me every night and still no baby. We’re doing something wrong, either nobody ever thought, or were too embarrassed to teach us how it works.
Every night he holds me in his arms, he’s so strong. My world is reassured when Billy holds me. He kisses me tenderly and waves of excitement roll over my entire body, especially in my breasts and deep in my bowels. I wet my undergarments, it’s not wee, it’s something else. I ban barely sleep with the excitement but I don’t know what we’re supposed to do.

My pregant wifes best friend from school flew in to spend some time with us. On the last day of her stay things got messy. [OC][Str8, FMF, preg, mast, oral]

I’d had a bad day.

My boss is an asshole, why do I work my ass off for that idiot? As soon as I get some money saved up I’m gonna open my own Truck service. My pregnant wife Rachel has been extremely supportive through the long hours but I’ve barely seen her I’ve been working so hard.

Her best friend from school Sophie flew in from Ohio for a visit which is great because I’d hate Rachel to be home alone all the time. It’s been tense all week though. Sophie’s hot, extremely hot and I can’t get her out of my head.
She flies out tomorrow thank goodness but I’ll need a cold shower and if that isn’t enough I’ll blow my load in my wife just to get her out of my head. Damn pregnant women are horny, which is great I ride Rachel almost every night. I love the feel of her fat belly against my abs and her swollen tits leaking from the excitement. I cum so much in Rachels pussy at some point she’s going to start pulling bone marrow.

Beyond the Rim, part 2 [MF] [sci-fi] [tentacle] [preg] [eggs] [MC]

Nerys woke up only slowly, and it was long before she could separate the dreams from reality. Wherever she was now, it was wet, dark and warm. The tentacles were all still inside her, and no part of her was free of contact with the creature. Her hands and legs, forced away from her body, were fixed by the strong, alien limbs. On her skin they felt like strand-woven flesh, soft, but with an unnerving unlike any humanoid she had ever known.

Her breasts had swollen, how large she didn’t dare imagine, and from the feeling of it were now being milked, slowly and surely, by the wet, hungry mouths of her violator.

She was aware that she wasn’t breathing, that there was nothing to breathe at all, and also, that this didn’t bother her anymore. Whatever oxygen she needed, it was finding its way into her system. Her dreams had been dark and intense, full of hungry, violent sex, and wet, squirming things, forcing themselves inside her, filling her up one by one. Most of it was a dream, and still, all of it had been real.

Beyond the Rim, part 1 [MF] [sci-fi] [reluc] [preg] [alien sex] [oviposition]

Nerys was further beyond explored space than she had ever gone before, in the fraying regions of known as The Rim. The silence of the voids roared around the Crested Hawk, her Mark-7-7-5 explorer-cruiser. Most genuine economic activity, these cycles, was done by the drones, and there was too much excess to bother with competition or the pretense of scarcity.

All activity, of course, except for the collection of Durionite, which was used in making the best sort of starship engines. There was an extremely limited supply to go around, and for that reason, Durionite engines were normally only available to members of those fancy, hereditary guilds her ancestors hadn’t belonged to. Well, they could stuff it, as far as she was concerned. When she finally hit the mother-lode, anyone who wanted share of her excess had better have an excellent forgery, and a team of expert engineers, to repay her. Until she had a large enough haul, in fact, she was planning to keep going outwards, even if it would take years.

Shannon’s Baby [Mf][Mdom][Fsub][preg]

“Shit…” Shannon muttered under her breath as she jumped in the car. She was late to work for the second time this week. Her boss was going to be furious if she didn’t get in on time. She sped off down the road, skipping her normal stop for coffee at Starbucks. Caffeine would just have to wait until after she got checked in at work.

As she made the turn out of her little neighborhood, she got lucky and hit the next three lights on green. Things were looking up; maybe she would make it on time after all! She zipped across town and made it into the parking lot at 8:57. “Three minutes, I can’t believe I made it!” she thought as she slid out of the car and strutted across the parking lot hurriedly.

She popped into the office and beamed a smile at her boss in his office. “Good morning, sir!” she said cheerfully, thankful that she hadn’t gotten off on the wrong foot by being late.

[MF] Close Encounters of the Target Kind, pt. II

So after finishing my [Target shopping experience](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/84dh34/close_encounters_of_the_target_kind_mf/), I realized that I did not have Neesa’s number or anyway to contact her. She never reached out to me and a year or so had passed since the original meeting. I had thought of the encounter often but didn’t dwell on it. There were other hook ups to be had!

My old business card, which I had handed out, had my personal cell number on it as I used one card for two jobs because I was lazy and a wallet can only carry so many items. No one ever utilized my personal cell phone so I ended up removing it from the card and eventually got a corporate phone to boot so it was a surprise to receive a text from an unknown number late at night.

I was sitting in the graduate library of the college I was getting my Masters degree from, studying for some business accounting class that was much more difficult than it should have been when my phone went off.

“Is this JH3JH3?”

I assumed it was a classmate, looking for us to join in so I fired back an assertive “Yup.”

Knocking Up A Lesbian [MFF] [preg] [squirt] [oral] [mast]

Kara and her wife, Lexi, were planning on having a child. But Lexi wanted more than anything to carry a baby, so they started looking into options. One night, over too many drinks, Lexi put her hand on my thigh and in a sultry whisper, leaned in and said, “Unless you wanna pump me full of cum.”

Lexi always had a thing for me. And she hadn’t always been a lesbian. But when she met Kara, she just knew she had to spend the rest of her life with her.

I woke up the following morning replaying Lexi’s sultry whisper in my ear over and over. Ultimately, though, I chalked it up to her being drunk. But when my phone buzzed an hour later, I knew otherwise.

“Didja think about last night?” Lexi asked.

“Wait,” I responded. “I wasn’t sure if you were serious or not, so I didn’t want to bring it up again … but …”

“But …” she typed.

“Let’s discuss.”

20 minutes later, Kara and Lexi were sitting in my living room. Kara did most of the talking.

Close encounters of the Target kind [MF]

I visited a Target in a county of Maryland, picking up some travel-sized items for an upcoming trip. I was not dressed to impress. I was looking borderline homeless. Unkempt beard. Ahhh Real Monsters t-shirt. Plaid shorts with stains on them. Old sneakers. Literally from lounging to Target. I probably would have fit in better at a Wal-Mart but as someone who wears suits all the time, dressing way down is just as nice as dressing up.

Anyways, some second-rate holiday was coming up. Maybe St. Patrick’s Day? Easter? Not terribly important but people were crowding around the card section, trying to find one for whoever you give cards to nowadays. I was fumbling around, looking for an unattended basket or cart as I balanced my thirteen items between my hands, elbows, and armpits when I saw the first, and only, woman to make me stop in my tracks. I have seen pretty, beautiful, and sexy women and will again but she would have made my jaw drop to the floor if I wasn’t frozen in place.

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin, END [slow] [F/M] [M/S] [inc] [preg] [Mdom] [sm] [history-ish]

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin

by DiscipleN

Chapter 5

The town of Danlick stayed out of reach for many days. The roads were too muddy, the weather too inclement. We huddled in the loft with Luke and kept to ourselves. Outside, downpours could not slow rumors of my miraculous recovery. Hory’s manhood found strength again. He used me gently, but spilled his seed outside of my puss. Milk returned to my breasts. He told me, it was all his sucking that made them spring back to life. Laughter came easily between us during those rains.

We did not work. Leaks sprang from the roof. The pigs fouled themselves. Some starved. When we heard their desperate cries, we sprang to rescue them. Five days and nights in the rain flushed our sweat from us. We managed to save most of them.

I had two visitors in the eight days of rain that followed. Reverend Hannity pulled off his muddy boots at the door before entering. I held it open. Hory invited him in. We lunched and prayed together, thanking the lord for another miracle and future good health.