What did I feel then? I can’t really explain it. I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared or angry in my entire life as I was there, with my crazy girlfriend filled up with my spunk, constantly wiggling her ass and sighing while she could be getting knocked up right then. Still, part of me loved the feeling, having my girlfriend lean down to sigh and whisper like that in my ear, petting my body, feeling her hot pussy drool all over my naked cock. And though I couldn’t explain it, the thought of having possibly just planted a baby inside Emma’s beautiful belly… Something snapped.
“Get off me.”
“What?” Emma asked.
“Get off me!” My voice was hardly my own. Emma even looked a little shaken. But meekly she complied, slowly lifting off my cock with another shiver and a moan.
“But-“
“I said OFF!” Emma did as I asked, and sat like a scolded child at the foot of the bed. I sat up and leered over her. My blood pounded in my ears. My whole body shook and burned with rage. Emma looked so small the way she looked up at me, her messy hair and big eyes making her look so innocent while her well-fucked pussy oozed over with my sperm.
“W-what’s wrong?” she said in a small voice, “I thought you’d like your present. I know I love yours… Are… are you mad?” She touched herself just below her belly button, maybe unconsciously, maybe not. But I saw it and it only enflamed me more.
“Am I mad? That you made me cum inside you? That I could have just knocked you up? Do you think I am mad!?” I yelled. I noticed the noises on the other side of the wall had stopped, but I didn’t care. I’d be damned if I didn’t give her roommates something to listen to. Emma blinked with a little innocent frown – she really was innocent after all, in her crazy way. And I was about to join her.
“Turn around.”
“Honey?”
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees, Emma!”
It took a moment for Emma to respond. But when she realized what I wanted, what I demanded, her eyes lit up. She was about to speak but I cut her off again.
“Hey! Mrs. Prinson has been a VERY naughty girl tonight, and she needs a good fucking to set her straight! Now on your knees and show me that ass!” Emma did as she was told and eagerly raised her rump high for me, shaking her perfect rear like a real slut.
“Oh please Mister, you just gave me one present. I think my stockings are totally stuffed…” Emma whined, and she was probably right – my creamy spunk made her pussy lips and thighs a glazed mess, and still more rushed out of her and down her quaking thighs.
“A good Christmas slut doesn’t say no,” I slapped my palms down hard onto her rump. She squealed and pushed back towards my raging cock. “And you’ve been a terribly slutty girl tonight, Mrs. Prinson.”
“Oh, oh,” Emma moaned when I drug my cockhead along her creamy slit, “Give me more presents, Mister! My little egg wants your presents all over it…” She shuddered under my hands, just as she did watching that documentary. For some reason all of it – her shivering, the way she said that, even what she had said about her egg – it turned me on.
“You want my presents, slut? I’ll give you something to unwrap in a few months,” I lined up with her shopping hole and started pushing in. I growled over her mewling cries, “Yeah Mrs. Prinson, you’re going to be such a naughty slut, going back to Santa with my baby stretching your little belly!”
“Oh fuck me!” I swear Emma came before I even got totally inside her! But I didn’t waste time. I pounded her poor little snatch from behind and pushed her face down into the pillows. Muffling her yelps just inspired me to fuck her harder, especially when I heard snatches of her hardly lucid wails for me to make her a Mommy right then and there. My anger mixed so far with my lust I couldn’t tell if I was mad anymore. All I knew was I loved fucking my spunk out of her tight cunt.
“You want a baby, Mrs. Prinson?” I pulled her up by her hair, forcing her back to arch. Her eyes were rolling back in her head as she howled.
“Yessss!”
“Say it!”
“Mister-!” She yelped as I tore the last strands of her corset away and exposed her sensitive tits to the cool air, “M-Mister, give me your baby. Make me your pregnant holiday whore. Knock up my naughty pussy! Make me a – AHH YES!” I grabbed her bare tits and squeezed them hard, pinching her tiny nipples with a twist, just as she couldn’t resist. Her arms gave out almost instantly and I pounded her shaking ass down into the bed. Laying prone with her ass tilted up just enough, she came screaming for my babies and made a mess of her bed with her orgasm gushing around my cock.
“Cum! Cum like a good Christmas slut!” Her skirt was thrown up over her hips and her bare ass was red from my relentless thrusts and spanking. I couldn’t stop, even as I felt my balls tightening again. I wasn’t going to. “Want me to fuck you till your belly swells, slut?”
“OH! Make my tummy swell!” Emma was jerking underneath me. Her orgasms hadn’t stopped since I’d begun talking so dirty. I yanked her up and back, my hand around her throat and my cock driving her into submission.
“You’re going to look like a real slut in your cheerleading outfit with a baby in your belly,” I ran my fingers over her stomach. Her cheerleading kept it always so firm and streamlined, but if I came inside her she’d have to watch her belly grow just a tiny bit rounder every day. “It’ll be obvious to everyone what you did when my present is busy kicking inside you.”
“Oh God!” Emma tried to push back on me, to fuck back against the man threatening to knock her up, but she only managed to squirm and cum again, “Show them what a slutty cheerleader I am. I’ll make all of them so jealous with your baby inside me! Aaahhh!” I threw her back down onto the bed and continued ramming into her, harder now that my whole body screamed for release.
“I’m going to cum again.” I fought to say through my teeth, “Going to plant another present deep inside you…”
“Please!” She wailed, “Please plant your presents deep inside me. Give me your baby!”
I grabbed her hips and felt myself going over the edge. “Oh fuck – Take it Emma! I’ll fucking knock you up!”
“I’m your Christmas slut! Knock me up! Make me a mommy! BREED ME!!”
There was no way her roommates weren’t listening to me breed Emma by then. The whole neighborhood must have heard her screams and my roaring as I shot my second load into her that night.
I had thought the first orgasm was the best I’d ever felt, but the second topped it easily, feeling Emma’s whole body writhing beneath me as I inseminated her deep, every pulse flooding her tight channel with a fresh load of sperm that bathed her cervix with my virile spunk.
We were kissing vigorously by the end, our sweat mingling between us and hands petting everywhere over each other while I pumped my girlfriend full of my dangerous load. I don’t even remember getting soft that night, or pulling out even when we were in each other’s arms, making out and fucking until we both passed out when the sun was coming up.
For the rest of the weekend Emma and I went at it nearly nonstop. In bed, in the shower, on the kitchen table, on the couch next to the kitchen table after her roommates wanted to eat breakfast… You get the picture. And not a single time was there anything between us save for slick skin and frothing cum. I knew I could never go back to condoms after that, and Emma couldn’t be happier that I’d finally become a little more insane myself.
The inevitable happened of course. Emma was pregnant – in her head. By Sunday she was convinced she was lactating, and rushed over to me every few minutes or so and lifted up her shirt to show me how her baby bump was already showing. A few days later she’d managed to get a bunch of pregnancy tests and draw “+” onto the results to show me I’d knocked her up – every time right after sex.
And honestly, it was starting to grow on me. At the very least it made me horny as hell, so I convinced her I had to make sure her belly grew nicely round with my babies by keeping her full of spunk from then on. She couldn’t have agreed more, and every time she’d beg me to knock her up with another baby before she’d even had the first.
So here we are, a few months after that fateful Christmas. Emma is still cheerleading as usual, and her peppiness is not a bit slower or less ferocious in bed. My studies have been going well and stress-free, maybe from me dumping all of it deep inside my hot girlfriend’s snatch nearly every night.
Emma is still on impregnation and pregnancy of course, and has already added bondage to the mix – that was an interesting day when I found my sweet Emma with a riding crop and a stern look telling me, “Mistress wants her slave’s baby. Now.” She didn’t quite get that she was supposed to be the dominant one though, since by the end she was telling me she’d be a good little cumdump slave for her Master. She’s been getting better at it though.
Yet I couldn’t help but notice, when I watch her prance about with the rest of the cheerleaders onto the field with her midriff all bare, or when she lays on me while we watch a movie with her t-shirt riding up just so, that her pretty little belly is perhaps, maybe, just a little rounder than a few months ago. I do know that she’s definitely been getting firmer where my hand has grazed…
Emma hasn’t noticed yet, but it could just be my imagination. After all, living with a girlfriend as insane as Emma, I could be just a little crazy myself, right?
My girlfriend is crazy.
Oh don’t get me wrong! She’s a great girl – She’s the kindest person I know, adorable beyond words, and horny as a minx in heat. But what I mean to say is: My Emma is crazy.
I know, I know, I shouldn’t say that the love of my life is missing a few screws. But maybe if I tell you about her you’ll understand that my lovely Emma is more than just a little weird.
I should start by how we met. I thought I met her in the middle of my first semester in college when she sat next to me in Intro to Economics, wearing that short green skirt and the t-shirt that had across her breasts, “Just Say You’re Reading This When I Catch You.” I’d know, because I did exactly that when she turned to me with her distinct wide-eyed grin. At least, that’s when I thought I met her.
Actually, she met me at the start of the semester. Well, ‘meet’ isn’t entirely correct. More like she stalked me since glimpsing me at orientation. Before the week was up she’d memorized my class schedule, learned my bus route, and found a nice clear view into my apartment just outside my bedroom window. When she told me months later she said she was, “Getting to know me,” which was more reasonable than saying hello or shaking hands.
Most days after cheerleading practice she’d ride the bus right behind me and find her spot outside my window with her binoculars after I went inside. She told me she liked to watch me change and come back from the shower, and only then I realized what a bad idea it was to leave the blinds open when strutting around with just a towel… And sometimes less than that.
After working her schedule around mine and getting into every class I had, she eventually caught my attention with that shirt and smile. Then she caught me at my doorstep around midnight that same day – in the rain, in her soaked skimpy cheerleading outfit, and asked to sleep over. I, being a proper gentleman, couldn’t let a damsel in distress suffer in the rain like that, so I took her in thinking we might get to be friends or maybe after a few dates something more. It took her throwing her more-than-soaked panties in my face and crawling into my bed for me to realize she didn’t want to be just friends, or have me take the couch that night.
She said her name was Emma between gasping and slurping around my cock. It was lucky she got that much out considering she was a natural deepthroater. With those bright doe eyes of hers looking up at me as her throat struggled to swallow me, she was even more lucky I didn’t drown her in cum right then. My roommate was out that weekend, thankfully – Emma has two volumes when she’s fucking: moaning loud and screaming louder.
Maybe that’s what made her such a good cheerleader, at least that’s what I thought when she told me all about her training while she laid on top of me with her back to my chest and posted her hips steadily and mercilessly on my cock. Turns out she absolutely loses it when I squeeze her tits from behind, and doesn’t mind when I push her head into the pillows to drown out her screams so the neighbors don’t complain. In fact, I think she kind of likes that too…
That girl stayed with me all weekend, unwrapping condoms like they were Hershey’s Kisses and testing out the structural integrity of just about every piece of furniture with me (rest in peace old bean bag chair…). On Sunday after another couple of post-shower fuck sessions, Emma turned to me and asked to be my girlfriend. I had thought it was somewhat implied after she begged me to cum in her hair the one time, but not in Emma’s strange mind.
Needless to say we were officially boyfriend and girlfriend after a weekend of raw and honestly random fucking, and when I said it Emma smiled ear to ear and dived under the covers to kiss her new boyfriend. It took awhile before she came up for air that time.
So that’s how we became girlfriend and boyfriend, Emma and I. Now normally you’d think we’d go out on a few dates before banging each other’s brains out, or at least know each other’s full names before fucking like bunnies on death row. But that just isn’t the way Emma does things, and I soon learned that my girlfriend was more than a little eccentric, especially from the story of this Christmas.
We’d been going steady for two years by then, and by steady I mean nearly every day Emma would surprise me with another bit of her… personality. It took awhile to get used to taking notes and fingering her at the same time in class and to keep up with homework while she was busy grinding on my lap, but somehow I managed. I don’t know how but she always kept her grades up and exuded her bubbly self at cheerleading despite having kept me up all night ‘studying anatomy’. She’s an art major after all.