Tag: Impregnation

[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.” Read more »

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. Read more »

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. Read more »

Pregnant Sex Erotica?

I’m not 100% sure this is the best place for this, but anyways, what erotica involving pregnancy would you recommend? That is, sex involving pregnant individuals, not just impregnation (though that’s good as well).

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. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin, Ch. 4 [slow] [F/M] [M/S] [inc] [preg] [Mdom] [sm] [history-ish]

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin

by DiscipleN

Chapter 4

Baptists refute canonical sainthood, but their stories survive. Many are regarded as important thinkers or heroes of the faith. Pastors de-emphasize their supposed miracles but quote their works.

The folk of Danlick believed in Saint Dunlop. I would need time to prepare myself to reach her. A month was not enough time. Fortified by Mrs. Orchard’s community, though her christian name came difficult to my tongue, I suffered Hory’s forcefulness without lapsing into despair. I neither felt nor sought pleasure from his manhood. Working farm and sty centered my emotions, lifted me above the darkness that tugged at my soul. My love for Luke increased every day. He was a blessing, if not in the way my neighbors imagined. A month after returning from Danlick, I was gathering eggs from our small hen house. Turning I shook feathers and dung from my apron. I looked up. Hortense had been enlarging one of the pens. His tools stood against a rail. I saw John Tuttle leading my son away. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin, Ch. 3 [slow] [F/M] [M/S] [inc] [preg] [Mdom] [sm] [history-ish]

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin

by DiscipleN

Chapter 3

Our first child was born two months after Grandfather passed away. Hortence was twenty and unmarried. Twice, women in the township had met him with obvious intent. One was nearly my age and reeked of desperation, for alcohol not a husband. The other was a cute fireball who expected men to jump when she snapped her fingers. I can’t say who disappointed my son more. He rejected both, simply by not inviting them again.

I had kept my pregnancy a secret. A backwoods church is the center of community events and religious services. I received comments about gaining weight, but I never encouraged that falsehood. My past lies weighed heavily. About the time of my third month, incredible rumors crisscrossed communities for fifty miles. Every third week or so, news came of a miracle baby. Folk assumed the nonsense regarded a particular baby, born to an unwed mother. With successive tales giving details of births to different mothers who were solid members of society, a pattern formed, a pattern who’s familiarity terrified me. The women, their husbands all casualties in the war, had born sons in recent months. My peers suggested the reality of lonely women succumbing to temptation. Consistent rumors over the next three months, from different communities, inspired a truth of faith, especially when the rumors claimed the miracle sons resembled the lost fathers! Pastors began to laud the “Danlick Blessings.” God was giving sons to devout Christian widows. Locals attending church nearly doubled. Hope and pride, devastated by the war, swelled in their hearts. Read more »

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin, Ch. 2 [slow] [F/M] [M/S] [inc] [preg] [Mdom] [sm] [history-ish]

Chapter 2

Hortense found me rewrapping my foot with a dish cloth. I had cleaned his shirt with soap and full boiling water. Sensing the emergency was over, my son reverted to practical matters. “I’m hungry, Ma. Did Greatgran eat yet?”

I sliced headcheese and tore chunks of bread for both of them. I skipped eating. How my body was sore from a foot wound, I could not explain it. My foot felt somewhat better by supper. I made a stew. Hory helped to wash the dishes. I cleaned up Grandpa after dinner. He grabbed my breasts. Hory caught him at it.

“Don’t touch her, Gramps!”

Regis took his hand off my dress and sulked. Hory put his great-grandfather in his room early. He latched it shut and came to me.

“You will sleep with me, tonight.”

Blood rushed to my face. “I’m sorry I couldn’t go into town.”

“You will give me a fuck every night until you can.” My son whispered. Had he learned what Regis knew?

The words he used last night had been reserved. A day later they had turned foul. “Son, you mustn’t put your seed in me. Let me-” Read more »

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin, Ch.1 [slow] [F/M] [M/S] [inc] [preg] [Mdom] [sm] [history-ish]

S.M.O.M.S. – The Origin

by DiscipleN

– all characters herein, who act explicitly, are 18 or older. –
– For extra context, please read my first SMOMS (submissive mothers organized for mutual support) story, set in modern times. Go to my profile and click on the POSTS tab.
– I’ll claim, the difference between porn and erotica is, porn is ridiculous, erotica less so. This here be some crazy shit.

Chapter 1

I cannot blame my downfall on the lie I told, just as spring is not at fault for melting frozen rivers. I would have died, from despair’s noose, if my last son had been taken to avenge the Yankee villains who killed his father and brother. So I lied to the man who wore gray rags proudly. I lied to his brave recruits who had lied about their ages, to avenge their families. I told them my boy was twelve. He was sixteen at the time. Neighbors did not betray us. All had lost sons and husbands. It helped that Hortense’s stature is slight, hardly taller than myself. When my boy eventually chose to grasp me, two years later, my diminutive build was as much at fault for casting me into mortal sin as was the lie. Read more »

Playing at impregnation [MF]

So after reading several reddit comments/insights yesterday, I decided to try and get over my sexual hang-ups by immersing myself in them wholeheartedly. It’s definitely going to be a slow process, but I wanted to get started right away before I chickened out, so I asked Sam whether we could meet again that night. He was surprised since we usually take a day or two’s break after each session, but agreed quickly when I said I wanted to explore the impregnation kink he’d teased me about having after fucking me bare the day before. After exchanging ideas from our favorite porn videos (and NSFW subreddits!), we were ready to start.

Sam first fucked me with a condom to a light orgasm on his couch. That in itself was a lot of fun, as he turned the TV on and we both watched The Office as he took me doggystyle. Then Sam led me naked to his bedroom, where I sprawled between his legs as he reached between mine and worked my vulva over with our Hitachi.

“I want you craving my bare cock,” he said as I counted out three intense, white-out orgasms in quick succession. “This is just gonna make you nice and tight for me. You’re not satisfied yet, are you?” Read more »