Amateur pregnant couple having sex in the garden

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Amateur pregnant couple having sex in the garden. “Eric, please, stop. I’ll suck you off. Please.” I begged once more, as my orgasm gave way. But his cock was already hard. And already perfectly aligned. “Please I am a virgin please don’t” I begged. And as I felt him push into me, as I felt my virginity taken from me, I cried and sobbed. “A condom” I said between the tears. “A condom please”.

He laughed. “Oh no no. I will make a beautiful mommy out of you. This belly will swell with life after tonight” he said as he started thrusting into me. He caressed my belly and described how it would become big. He caressed my tits and squeezed them, he talked about how’d milk me before the baby was even born. “You will be a storm of hormones. You will be so intensely horny. I will fuck you every night. I will cum in your pregnant belly until you’re dripping cum” he added.

I hated myself for it, and I still do, but his every word aroused me more. As my wisdom and reason fought against him, my animal side worked with him. I felt a cheap whore, a bitch in heat, a dumpster willing to do everything for a quick orgasm and a load of cum. The feeling was as horrible as it was liberating. I had no control. My virginity was gone. And if this man was to be believed, I’d soon be pregnant.

“I am so close” he told me. “I am so close. Oh fuck Amy make a baby with me. Fuck fuck please let’s make a baby” he begged me, as if my conscious mind had any say in the matter, as if I could somehow control it.
“Fuck you” is all I told him, as I felt his cock push deeper in me, and contract once more. I felt the first spurt. It felt thick. Heavy. Creamy. I felt it deep inside of me. And, I came. I came as he did. As he finished inside of me, I came. Everything was so intense. I like to believe I didn’t, but he later told me I said “yes I’ll give you a baby”. Is it true? Is it not? Does it even matter?

We laid there, spent, for what must have been an hour. I woke up from what felt like sleep, and I ran off, crying, half naked, until I found my bunk. I closed the door. Locked it. And cried. Cried for a day.

I couldn’t go home. There was no boat back for months. I was stuck there. With him. I refused to work for days. I claimed sickness. I tried to find somebody else to help with my research. But I was stuck with Eric. And yet, he didn’t touch me. For weeks. He didn’t talk about it. And neither did I.

Until I had to face the reality. I was late. Weeks late. I was pregnant. The bastard had truly done it. One shot, and pregnant.

I told him. He laughed. Smirked. “I told you so” is all he said. “You’ll make a beautiful mom” he added, as he pushed me against him, and started kissing me.

It’s as if he had wanted to prove himself to me, that he would fuck me once and breed me. And now that he had, he could finally unleash his desire. He fucked me that night. And the next one. It was always night. And he was always fucking me. And every time, I fought him back, and them I came for him. I told him words of hate, while my body sang a song of lust. I was his. I was the mother of his child, our child, Antarctica’s 12th baby.

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