“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?