textfiles/sex/EROTICA/P/preggie.txt

************Preggie Sarah******************

The stuck-up lttle bitch deserved what I did to her....

        Sarah... sweet little Sarah, just seventeen and now
expecting her first baby by....well, by ME. She doesn't
know who the father is, though! That's my little secret.

Do you want to know another secret?

        Little stuck-up Sarah is a virgin! I promise that this
is true! She has never had a man's stiff prick pushed into
her virgin slit, and yet she now has a nicely rounded belly
with my baby kicking inside her. Justifiable revenge, I call it.

        I see her everyday from my window.

        She used to wear short black mini-skirts and dark 
tights, but now that her belly has swollen so much, she can't 
get into these. Serves the slut right. She tried for several 
months to wear normal clothes. I used to get an enormous 
erection seeing those skirts become tighter and
tighter around her expanding waist, but she doesn't bother
any more. Now, she staggers down the road, dressed in loose 
trousers with her fertile, swollen tart's belly pushed out 
in front of her. I love to watch. She's going to give birth
to our baby any day, and it is my greatest wish that I could 
be there to watch her strain to push it out from between
her legs.

        How did this happen?

        It's all my own work - and I'm proud of it. Well,
I suppose I can't take all the credit. Judy (Sarah's ex room-
mate) played a big part. You see, Judy hates Sarah too. She was
more than willing to help me in my fiendish plan. We plotted
together, and the fruits of our revenge are kicking in Sarah's
belly right now!

        I'd been after Sarah for ages. She was utterly gorgeous!
Just turned seventeen with an impish, school-girl face and 
little up-turned nose. She was a snob - a shocking, stuck-up
school-girl tart who needed to be taught a lesson.

        On many occasions I would wank myself silly thinking
of what I would like to do to teach Sarah a lesson! I would 
make her bend over my knee, slowly lift her little schoolgirl
skirt, slip down her white cotton knickers and spank and spank
and spank. Sometimes I would spank her so hard and so 
mercilessly that she would wet herself, and her warm urine
would cascade from her slit, soak into my trousers and onto
my throbbing erection. All the time I would be mumbling
incoherently....

        "Naughty bitch, Sarah. Stuck up little tart, aren't
you? Time to teach you a lesson my girl (smack...smack).
What's this? Can't hold your wee? That deserves an extra hard
smacking (slap...slap). Come on you little tart, let that piss
go...come on.. all over me Sarah, all over my erection...little
slut...."

        I'd gasp and spurt a heavy load of sticky white 
come into my pants. This was, of course, pure fantasy. Sarah
wouldn't give me the time of day in real life.

        Finally, one day, I plucked up enough courage to ask
her out. Believe me, that was quite a task for me as I'm a shy
person by nature. Anyway, it took me all day to work up the
courage until I was finally able to go to her and say:-

        "Sarah, do you fancy a drink one night?"

        She could have said "No", I might have been able to 
handle that. She could have told me that she was washing her 
hair, powdering her nose, or doing whatever girls do when they
don't want to go out with someone. Perhaps I could have handled
that, too.

        But no. Sarah's not like that. She just looked me up and
down in the way normally reserved for examining large, smelly
turds and said (*laughing*): "Go out with _you_! With a ridiculous
horrid little creep like...like..._YOU_! Go away you disgusting
little man."

        With that, she turned and strode off down the road, her
tight little tart's ass wiggling in her short mini-skirt.

        Something in me snapped.

        I'd had YEARS of rejection from girls. O.K., I'm not
great to look at, and I am kind of creepy I guess, but gee, you
know EVEN CREEPS HAVE HEARTS. 

        Anyway, some people run amock with an axe, some people
reach for an arsenal of deadly assault weapons and spray bullets 
in shopping precincts. Not me. I just went cold inside. But I 
vowed that I would make her PAY for that remark...and she has. 

        I made the little bitch pregnant with my sperm, and 
she doesn't even know how it happened, or who the father is!!!

        That, as I say, is my secret.


        Judy used to share a room with Sarah, and we
became quite good friends through work. I didn't fancy 
Judy, though, I only had eyes for her room-mate!

        Judy was a sly, sensual and rather dumpy eighteen
year old. She was also (I found out) a lesbian who had the 
hots for Sarah too! I never heard the full details, but
it seems Judy made a pass at Sarah one night and this caused
a horrendous row between them. The result was that Sarah
called Judy the most unspeakable names (!) and insisted that
she leave the flat they shared.

        It was the very next day that Sarah turned me down.
Trust me to pick _that_ day of all days.

        The result? TWO people hating Sarah's guts!

        They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but
Judy and I were hot, hot, hot. We confided in each other
after work.

        'Someone should teach that stuck-up little tart a
lesson,' Judy said. 'Who the hell does she think she is?'

        I guessed something was wrong but I didn't enquire.
I was too busy seething from the put-down I had received 
that very afternoon at Sarah's hands.

        I looked at Judy and said, 'I want to get that
bitch.'

        'What do you mean?'

        'I mean I want to hurt her as badly or worse than
she's hurt me.'

        Judy was somewhat taken aback, and so I explained
what had happened.

        'The fucking little cow!' was her elegant response.

        And so, we plotted.... Two conspirators, bent on
revenge. I will not pollute your mind with some of the
darker thoughts which came into our heads. They involved 
dungeons, kidnap, rape and torture with one of those bent 
pieces of thingy connected to straps which looks a bit 
like...um...oh, what the hell are they called? Begins 
with a 'G'.... Anyway, no matter, I'm told it fucking hurts 
A LOT, and that was good enough for me, until......

        'I've got it!' 
        
        Judy actually snapped her fingers, which I thought was 
the sort of thing people only do in movies.

        'What?'

        'Can't tell.'

        'Whadya mean, can't tell? Give, give, give!'

        'Nope, you'll have to come around to the flat 
later, and I'll show you. But it's a good one.'

        Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she spoke.

        'I'm not coming round there!' I protested, 
'I couldn't face her.'

        'Come later, when she's asleep. Knock quietly
and I'll let you in.'

        And so it came to pass. Midnight saw me creeping
over the grass which led to their flat. The moon had gone
to beddy-byes for the night, allowing for some serious
lurking. I arrived at the flat and tapped lightly on the
door. Judy opened it instantly.

        'Shhh! She's asleep,' she whispered, 'Come in'.

        I crept in.

        'O.K., what's the plan?' I asked.

        She thrust a diary into my hand, together with a
large syringe (no needle). It was a serious syringe. The 
sort reserved for giving horses injections, dispensing
adhesive and frightening people in B-movies.

        'You want me to give the diary a tetanus shot?'
I asked, incredulously.

        'No, you nerd. Look at the diary!'

        I opened it at todays date. Nothing. In fact there
was very little in the diary at all.

        'Look at the entry for a week next Tuesday.'

        I obliged. Ahhh. There WAS an entry on that date.
A short entry. A VERY short entry, in fact.... just two
letter. It read 'D. O.'.

        My mind reeled at the possibilities.

        'Des O'Connor is giving a show? Nah... er... Drink
Ovaltine? Nope, that can't be it. Um... I give up.'

        'Every woman knows what D.O. means, you nerd, it
mean Due On.'

        'Great, terrific. You've invited me round to wait ten
days for her period! Wow! Hey, let me get a deck-chair out,
this could be a GOOD one.'

        'Shut up!' she commanded. I did. She became serious.

        'Look. She's due on in ten days. That means she's
either ovulated or is going to any day now.'

        'Yeah. So what?' I was getting interested.

        'I know the little bitch is a virgin, because she
told me so a few weeks ago. So.... we, that is, you, are
going to make her pregnant, IF you've got the ability, which
I'm starting to doubt.'

        I reeled back in amazement. Judy had cracked! What
the hell was she blathering about?

        'Oh yeah. Sure Jude. I'll just march right in there
now shall I, wake her up and say: "Get your virgin cunt open
you slag 'coz here comes my whopper chopper. You and I is gonna
make BABIES together", no problem Jude, you open the door and
I'll whip my wanger out!' I was becoming hysterical.

        'QUIET YOU MORON!' She had a way with words. 'You're
not going to get your prick anywhere near her slit. Just listen
to what I have in mind'.

        'See this?' she held the large plastic syringe in
front of my face. I nodded. 

        'And see this?' Ditto for a jar of vaseline.
        
        I nodded again. Sure, I'd seen syringes and vaseline 
before. I'm a hip sort of dude.
        
        'Now imagine that this syringe is full of sperm. We 
slip the greased syringe into her slit whilst the tart is 
sleeping, and press down on the plunger....like this 
(she demonstrated) and VOILA! One preggie little slut.'

        I thought. 
        
        I opened my mouth to protest, then shut it again 
whilst I thought some more. It was good. It was damned good. 

        In fact, it was really, REALLY..er.. good.

        In short, I liked it. Make the little slut pregnant! 
My prick came to life immediately at the thought. Wow! What 
an incredible way to extract revenge. Give the slut a baby
so that she doesn't even know who the father is! And have her
remain a virgin! It was diabolical. It was evil. It was.....
Oh God, I just HAD to do it.

        'I love it! Let's do it!'

        'Right,' Judy said, 'She's fast asleep, so take
this syringe into the bog and get wanking!'

        I went into the bathroom and unzipped my fly.
With one bound, it was free and I soon held my magnificent
four inch cock in hand. I started to wank like crazy, thinking
about swelling the little tart's belly. Within a very short time,
my sperm was welling up inside my cock and starting to spurt 
out of the end. Too late I remembered the syringe! I let go of 
my spurting prick which started to spray cum everywhere like a 
demented firehose. I ripped the plunger out of the syringe and 
tried to direct the final weak spurts into the body of the device. 

        Missed. 
        
        DAMN!

        'Er... Jude?'

        'What is it, idiot?'

        I staggered from the bathroom with my trousers flapping
uselessly around my ankles. My softening cock was still leaking
a dribble of cum as I held the empty syringe up for her
inspection.

        'You fucking idiot!' she hissed, 'What the hell are
we going to do now?'

        'Er... you couldn't give me a hand, I suppose?'

        I thought she was going to murder me, but then she 
relaxed and became very business-like.

        'Come over here!' she commanded. I obeyed.

        'Pass me that glass!' I acquiesced.

        She knelt down in front of me, and with evident disgust,
took my limp, sperm-soaked penis into her mouth. She didn't
suck it, as it was obvious she had never even touched a man's 
prick before, let alone sucked one.

        'Fuck my mouth.' she invited.

        It was weird, but VERY sexy. She just sort of knelt
there with her lips formed into a losse 'O', offering her
mouth to be used as a cunt. I started fucking my limp prick
into the shiny red lipstick-coated ring offered by her 
teenage mouth. My cock started swelling, but not enough.
After all, I had come an enormous load just a few minutes 
earlier. I needed something more.

        'Talk to me.'

        'What?,' she grunted through a mouth full of cock.

        'Talk to me.'

        She sighed and removed my now hard prick from
between her moist red lips. She started to wank me. One 
hand moving up and down the length of my prick with a steady
rhythmic motion (where had she learnt to do THAT?) whilst
the other cradled my balls, gently urging the cum from
them. She kept the tip of my cock a fraction of an inch 
from her teen-lips, sometimes allowing the head to slip inside 
her warm, wet young mouth.

        'Come on. Let Mommy wank all that baby-making
sperm from your cock,' she sighed. 'Think of Sarah, 
sweetheart. Think of what you're going to do to that 
little bitch. Imagine your sperm swimming inside her, meeting 
the egg, getting that little bitch pregnant. Come one, screw the 
slut, give her your baby. You know she deserves it. All tarts 
deserve to be impregnated for being such teases. Come on big 
boy, let it go, let it go. Pour your baby-making cream into
Mama's wet mouth.'

        During this insane babble, she was wanking me in 
the most delicious way, sometimes allowing the very tip of
my cock to enter her mouth. She hated this, I could tell,
but she needed that baby-making sperm badly.

        Suddenly I could hold it back no longer. She sensed
my urgent problem and whipped my cock out of her mouth.
Still wanking, she directed the end into a clean glass to
catch the spurts.

        I came a LOT. Considering I had just come, it
was a REALLY impressive amount.

        'Good boy!' Judy cooed. 'Now let's see how many
babies you made.'

        She carefully poured the contents of the glass into
the syringe. Hmm. Disappointing - but enough. She fitted the
plunger.

        'Vaselene!'

        'Vaselene.' I slapped it into her hand.

        'Top!'

        'Top.' I removed same.

        She liberally coated the outside of that giant six
inch long syringe with vaselene.

        'Now to work....daddy!' she giggled.

        Carefully we pushed open the door to Sarah's bedroom
and crept inside. The room was perfectly lit by a bright full
moon - which was really weird, because I could have sworn it
went to beddy-byes earlier. Hmm. I shrugged.


        Sarah. Little seventeen year old Sarah! There she was,
caught in the moonlight, fast asleep on the top of the bed. 
She wore a T-shirt which just covered her bottom. She lay 
on her tummy with her legs slightly parted. Between her legs 
I could plainly see a pair of skimpy black knickers. 

        Real tart-wear.

        I held my breath at the picture of her virginal
loveliness. Long blonde hair cascading down her back; rhythmic
sensual breathing; a glimpse of hair whisping out from
underneath her slightly damp panties. Amazingly I was starting 
to get hard again!

        Judy crept forward, with the syringe poised. 

        I suppressed a giggle. It was too bizarre.

        Judy was like a feline shadow. She floated over to
the bed and knelt down on the floor beside the sleeping
mother-to-be. Gently, oh so gently, Judy pulled the skimpy
damp knickers to one side and carefully inserted just the tip 
of the nozzle into Sarah's virgin cunt.

        Sarah stirred. We froze. 
        
        Sarah breathed regularly again. We joined her.

        Judy inched the syringe into Sarah's cunt in 
unbelievable slo-mo. Sarah sighed, and though asleep, opened 
her legs a little wider to accomodate her first 'prick'. 

        What a natural slut!

        Then, I heard something. At first, I thought it
was the wind, and then I realised that it was Judy, whispering
ever so quietly into Sarah's ear as she gently fucked the
syringe in and out of Sarah's cunt. Her thumb was poised on
the plunger as she slid the whole six inches of the plastic
syringe in and out of Sarah's tight little virgin slit.

        'Right little tart, aren't you?' Judy whispered, almost
inaudible. 'You can really take the prick, can't you, you little
slag. Like a nice hard cock, do you? I hope you're protected
you sad tart because this prick isn't wearing a condom. What?
Not on the pill? You ARE a naughty girl; and you KNOW what
happens to naughty girls who let sperm-filled pricks go into
their slits? You don't? Well let me tell you, you little teenage
bitch. The pricks slide in and out of your unprotected cunt
trying to reach your cervix.'

        Here, Judy pushed the syringe in to full depth so that
the nozzle actually entered Sarah's unprotected womb.

        'Then, those pricks cum and cum and SHOOT their baby-
making juice into your ferile little slut's womb. Take it,
you CUNT!!!'

        Judy thrust the syringe even deeper into Sarah's fertile
womb, and depressed the plunger - hard. I swear I heard the 
muffled squirting as my sperm blasted into the teenager's 
virgin womb. Judy held the syringe in deep, allowing the 
sperm to swim up into Sarah's belly, hopefully making 
her pregnant.

        I exploded into my pants at the thought of what we
had done. Cum dripped down into my trousers and ran down my leg.

        This sounds crazy, but the biggest thrill was in
RUINING that little tart's life. Banging her up, making her
have a baby she didn't want, at too young an age, from an
unknown man. THAT was the thrill. Destroying her innocence.

        Judy was fucking the syringe in and out of Sarah's
sperm-soaked slit, trying to push the sperm back inside her.
This was a losing battle, and a sticky white dribble of my
cum ran out of Sarah's slit, and soaked into her black panties.

        Judy gently slid the syringe out from Sarah's 
pouting pussy lips. Another dribble of sperm escaped as she 
removed the syringe. I smiled in satisfaction.

        Incredibly, Judy was still whispering in Sarah's ear.

        'Paid the price now, haven't you, bitch? That's what
happens to naughty girls who tease but don't deliver. Girls like 
you who wiggle their bottoms and wear tight short skirts and 
black stockings. Those girls are made to have babies for 
being so provocative. I hope you're pregnant you little slut. 
I hope we banged you up good and proper, but if not, we'll be 
back tomorrow and the next night and the next night until I 
see your belly swelling.'

        Judy was raving. I quietly took her by the hand
and led her out of the room.

        In the sitting room, I said 'What do you mean, tomorrow
and the next night?'

        She just smiled, put the syringe in my hand and said:-

        'See you tomorrow, same time,....daddy.'

        I stiffened at the thought..........


        After that first heady night, my mind was alive
with thoughts and feelings. Judy and I had (hopefully) made
that stuck-up little cow pregnant whilst she slept! It was 
the most delicious, sexy turn-on! 

        That night, I lay in my bed, unable to sleep. My 
thoughts lingered on teenie Sarah, still asleep on her bed 
in the moonlight, a dribble of my cum escaping from her 
virginal slit to soak into her already damp little-girl panties.

        I thought of my seed. I thought of it swimming high
up inside her cervix, searching her fertile belly for an egg. 

        I thought of it meeting that egg and fertilising it.

        I thought of the baby I had started, this very night,
in Sarah's receptive womb.

        These thoughts caused a heady intoxication of sweet
power. It wasn't SEX, it was utter control. It was pure, blissful
POWER over her life. Power to cause her belly to swell with my
child. Power to make her spend the next ten, fifteen, twenty
years of her sweet, innocent life looking after a child she
didn't want.

        Whilst I...... What was I? It didn't matter. Whatever
I was, I wanted MORE of the same. These feelings, these crazy
swirling thoughts of control were like a sensual tide of desire
corsing through my brain. I loved it. I worshipped this
wonderful feeling of utter desire to control, yes, to violate.

        I drifted into a fitful sleep, haunted by phantasmal
images of Sarah.


        Sarah, on the delivery table, legs apart, held
by straps. Straining.

        Me assisting.

        'Come on Sarah,' I say, 'push our baby out from
between your teenage legs.'

        Sarah groans in pain. 'Can't. Won't. Who ARE you?'

        'Come on you little tart,' the midwife intervenes, 'sluts
like you who get themselves pregnant don't deserve our help. Push,
push!'

        Sarah screams in agony, her hugely distended belly
swelling out for all to see. She is totally naked on the bed,
her full and rounded breasts leaking baby milk as she thrashes
around in agony.

        A doctor steps forward.

        'Let me help,' he says.

        Firmly he grasps her breasts. One in each hand. He
begins to milk them! Professional little squeezes. Clinical.
Like milking a cow.

        Sarah thrashes. 'Stop it! Ow! P.P.Please, leave my
breasts alone.'

        All the time, she is trying to push the baby out.

        The doctor carries on milking. Fine spurts of thin
baby milk shoot out from each breast in synchronisation with
his rhythmic pumping. The milk rains down onto Sarah's huge
preggie-tart's belly. He pumps, and pumps and pumps.

        This isn't working.

        I step forward, naked, with a huge hard-on.

        'Perhaps I can help?'

        I position myself between her school-girl legs, the
end of my swollen member aiming directly at her slit. I see
her vagina open and close in slow, sensual pulsations as she
tries to squeeze the baby out.

        Sarah sees what I have in mind, and lets out a
piercing scream.

        'Nooooooooo! Don't! Oh god, please, HELP me someone.'

        She turns to the midwife, her eyes filled with tears
and silently pleading.

        The midwife turns to me, smiles in satisfaction and
nods her agreement for me to proceed.

        I nudge the head of my erect penis up against her 
vagina. It obligingly opens - WIDE. I plunge my erect penis 
into her pregnant cunt, the complete full length in one go. 

        Sarah screams again.

        I actually FEEL her contractions around my prick 
as I slowly fuck in and out of her. With each up-stroke, 
I bump into something hard. The baby's head! I start to babble.

        'Good girl Sarah! Come on, squeeze the baby out.
A good hard fucking is all you needed, isn't it you tart? In a
moment, I'm going to come up inside your belly. I'm going to 
make you pregnant again, within five minutes of you having
this baby. That's what happens to teases. They're MADE to have
baby after baby after baby after....'

        This was too much for me. I spurted jet after jet of 
thick white sperm into Sarah's pregnant cunt. I felt her
contractions quicken and suddenly my penis was forcefully
ejected by the sudden arrival of our baby girl! 

        An alarm bell rang.

        'Nurse, that's the IV alarm... blood pressure's
dropping.....'

        The scene faded and I awoke to the sound of the 
telephone ringing in my ear. It was Judy.

        'Ung, gumph, brgh?' I enquired, drowsily.

        'Wake up, Moron! We have to discuss tonight.'

        'Hmm? Hey, w.w.what?'

        'For fuck's sake, WAKE UP!'

        'Oh. Yeah. Right.... Hey Jude..er, Hi Jude.'

        'Listen. We can't risk injecting her again. She might
wake up and we could be in big trouble,' She sounded worried.

        'Surely last night was enough?'

        'Don't be a moron. God, you know NOTHING about women,
do you? Listen. I won't be satisfied until I see that little
tart's belly actually beginning to swell. Once is not enough.
We have to get her on exactly the right day. I want that slut's
womb to be swimming with spunk for the next five days. THEN we'll
be certain.'

        'So what do we do?'

        'ACME Dozo-gaz.' She expanded.

        'Say what?'

        'It's a knock-out gas, moron. I picked up a cannister
at one of those survivalist shops. You know, sad guys in flak
jackets laying down arms caches in the local woods and bragging
about the filtration powers of their portable water purifiers?'

        'Oh... yeah.'

        'One long blast from the can, and she's guaranteed
to be out like a light for at least two hours. Safe, effective,
and......far, far more FUN!'

        I could see the way her mind was working. With Sarah
knocked out, we could....well, we could.....

        'Hey, moron!'

        'Er... yeah?'

        'The flat, tonight at midnight. Don't be late!'

        She put the 'phone down.

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        Midnight saw me tap, tap tapping on the flat door -
quietly!

        Judy opened the door a crack.

        'In!' She commanded.

        I entered.

        'I've just given her a good blast from the can, and 
she's sleeping like the baby she'll have in about nine
months from now. We've got two hours, no more. Hopefully 
we knocked her up last night, but we can't be sure so we 
have to keep doing it to her, over and over again until her 
belly starts to swell. And I've had a VERY wicked idea.'

        She knelt in front of me, and with a single motion, 
unzipped my flies and pulled my trousers and pants down. She
formed her lips into a loose 'O' and closed her eyes. After
twenty seconds of this, her eyes snapped open.

        'Come on, Moron! What are you waiting for? Fuck my
mouth!'

        'Oh,...yeah, O.K.,....right.' I shuffled forward and
placed my limp prick against her lips. Slowly I started to
fuck her eighteen year old lips. It was an incredible turn-on.
Something about the way she just knelt there, innactive, probably
hating every second, but just puckering her lips and allowing
her mouth to be used as a cunt. Unbelievable!

        Within seconds I was very hard and ready to spurt my
load. Too late, I realised she didn't have the glass for me
to spurt into! I started to pull out of her mouth.

        'Jude. The glass. Christ, I'm gonna cum!'

        To my surprise, she grabbed my prick firmly and pulled
it deeper into her wet mouth. Then she started to wank me 
furiously. This was just too much. Glass, or no glass I just
had to cum. 

        I spurted thickly into her unwilling mouth. Thick
white ropes of sticky cum, spurting and spunking into Judy's
lesbian mouth. She didn't swallow.

        'Jude...I.I.I'm sorry. I couldn't help...'

        She silenced me with a gesture. Then, with mouth
closed and full of cum, she beckoned me to follow her into
Sarah's bedroom.

        I could almost have believed that Sarah hadn't moved
from the previous night. She lay, belly down on the top of the
bed, legs apart, wearing a baby-doll nightie and white
school-girl type knickers. Only her very heavy breathing
indicated the depths of her drugged sleep.

        'What about the syringe?' I asked.

         Judy put her fingers to her lips. Sshh.

         Silently she crept forward and knelt at the foot
of the bed between Sarah's legs. For a while, she gazed
lovingly at the small damp patch where Sarah's knickers 
rested against her sex, before reaching forward and slipping 
them slowly and sensually down Sarah's thighs. Still, Judy
had not said a word.

        Still, her mouth was swimming with my cum.

        At that point, I suddenly knew what she was going to do.

        Judy reached for a pillow and pushed it under Sarah's
belly, raising her hips, exposing the outer lips of her
vagina, and making Sarah's bottom swell further upward and
outward in an extremely lewd and suggestive manner.

        I felt my prick stir at the sight of Sarah's
seventeen year old unprotected bottom. But this was not
Judy's target.

        Satisfied, Judy lay forward on the bed until her
closed lips nuzzled against the entrance of Sarah's vagina. 
Then, with one quick motion, Judy opened her mouth and pressed 
her lips hard against Sarah's damp little cunt, forming a seal.

        I knew what would happen next.

        Judy opened her mouth wide, and thrust her spunk-
coated tongue as hard and as deep as she could into Sarah's
vulnerable slit! I could imagine her feeding the cum deep
into the tart's womb with her tongue. Judy was actually
trying to make Sarah pregnant by using her tongue as a prick! 
And probably succeeding too.

        Judy's sperm-filled saliva was pushed ever deeper into
Sarah's vulnerable belly by Judy's long tongue. I knew she was
enjoying it. This is what she had wanted to do to Sarah all
along! Giving her a baby was an added bonus.

        When Jude had emptied every last drop of my fertile
seed into Sarah's womb, she took her wet and shiny mouth
away and examined her handiwork.

        Sarah's cunt was a mess! Her soft outer-lips gaped
open. The smooth, child-like skin of her almost hairless 
mound was coated with a thick, creamy mixture of cum and 
spit. White baby-sperm leaked from Sarah's open slit, whilst 
even more sperm wriggled and swam within the depths of her womb.

        Judy added another pillow under Sarah's tummy. This
'face down' attitude meant the the sperm would gradually run
deep into Sarah's body, making a baby inside her.

        Unfortunately, this also presented her full, naked 
bottom in a most suggestive and vulnerable position. I leaned
forward.

        Little seventeen year old Sarah! What a naughty girl.
Lying naked over two pillows with her bottom relaxed and open.
Sperm swimming in the depths of her womb, her belly hopefully
starting to swell.

        Judy wiped the sperm from her mouth.

        'Go ahead,' she invited, indicating Sarah's virgin
bottom, 'I'll get the vaseline'.

        I knelt on the bed behind Sarah's pert, tart's
bottom and stroked my incredible hard-on. Whilst Judy was
fetching the vaseline, I thought about what I was going to do
to Sarah's bottom.....


        Sarah's school-girl bottom was presented to my gaze 
in a most naughty and suggestive manner. Lying in a drugged
sleep, face down on the bed, her tight virgin cunt swimming 
with my sticky baby-making cum, knickers around her ankles -
what a complete little slut she looked.

        Judy had placed two pillows under Sarah's belly in 
order to force a face-down attitude to her ripe young body. 
This would allow my sperm to run deeper into her womb and
fertilise this little tart's belly. Sarah was being forced
to have a baby as a punishment for her insolence to Judy and me.

        Meanhwile........

        We had time to kill whilst the sperm did its work in
impregnating the slut. Sarah's bottom was presented plump, full, 
and as unprotected as her womb. I couldn't resist it........

        "Go ahead." Judy invited, handing me the vaseline.

        It was too much to resist. I wanted to dominate Sarah
utterly. I knew it was insane, just as I knew it was evil; yet
I was unable to stop. At that moment I was lost; stumbling
blindly down the path of further wickedness.

        I had to have Sarah in every way.

        I wanted her belly heavy with my child. I wanted to
fuck her sweet young mouth whilst she slept. I wanted to spurt
hot, white spunk into her virgin school-girl bottom. I wanted...
god, there were so MANY things I wanted to do to her at that
moment. But right now, I just had to rape her bottom with my 
very hard and virile prick.

        I coated my stiff penis with vaseline, and rubbed some
lightly onto the sleeping Sarah's young bottom. gently I pushed
a finger a little way into her puckered hole. Because she was
sleeping, she was perfectly relaxed and didn't resist in any
way.

        I knelt on the bed, the tip of my prick nestling 
between the heavy globes of her bottom. To my surprise, Judy
reached forward and guided my prick firmly towards Sarah's
puckered anus.

        "Give the tart something to remember you by," she said,
"Slip that nasty baby-making prick into her bum. Go on big boy,
see if you can make a baby in her bottom too."

        Now I don't know why, but the illogical and biologically
impossible idea of making Sarah's BUM pregnant too, turned me on
immensely. I pushed hard against the drugged teenager's bottom
and felt the delightful sensation of my prick-head slipping
smoothly past her sphincter. She really was totally relaxed.

        There was no resistance as I raped Sarah's virgin
bottom with my prick. The sensations were unbelievable. Imagine
a sleeping blonde seventeen year old girl, bottom upwards on the
pillows, completely unprotected whilst you gently but firmly
slip your hard prick into the depths of her bowels.

        Judy was smiling at Sarah's further downfall. Doubtless
she was wondering what Sarah would make of the dried white
stains on her knickers, and the sore feeling in her bottom
when she awoke.

        I was pressed deep into Sarah's bowels - a daring
full length. I was babbling again.....

        "That's a good girl Sarah. Lie more fully over the
pillows. Naughty little slut aren't you? Not content with
having a baby raped into you? No? We'd better try your bottom
too then, hadn't we. Push your school-girl bottom back
towards me. There's a good girl. You'll feel my sperm squirting
into your bowels in a minute. Can you feel my cum making a
baby in your womb? Soon your belly will be swelling and everyone
will be able to see what a little tart you've been. Right
little tart, aren't you Sarah Jones? Soon be pregnant Sarah,
don't worry...."

        This was too much for me, and I leant hard against
the drugged Sarah's body, pushing my prick as deep into her
virgin bum as I possibly could, outraging modesty and decency.

        I erupted into the depths of that sluttish bum.
Squirting spurt after heavy spurt of baby-making semen into
the hot infertile depths of that young bottom. I held myself
deeply inside her as the last jets shot to the very depths
of her bowels, smug in the knowledge that I was giving the
young tart something to remember me by.

        Judy was delirious. 

        She had one hand underneath Sarah, feeling her
belly; rubbing it in the way she would if there had been
a definite swell there. All the time she had her lips close
to Sarah's ear, and she was singing softly in a childish
way: "Sarah's got a baby, Sarah's got a baby."

        I withdrew, and looked down at the sleeping girl.

        Her long blonde hair floated gracefully across her
shapely back. Because we had raised her bottom with pillows,
her bum cheeks were spread wide, and I could quite plainly see
her puckered brown hole, winking open from its recent invasion -
a trickle of white sperm leaking out and running down to her
cunt.

        Meanwhile.... Inside Sarah's young and fertile womb,
a baby had started. Was it the sperm we injected last night,
or the baby-making spunk which Judy had passed from her mouth
into Sarah's slit this very night? Who could tell. Either way,
unknown to Judy and I, Sarah had conceived. It was only a question 
of time before the bulge started to show.

        After an hour (during which the sperm obviously did its
work, judging by the size of Sarah's belly today, nine months
later), we removed the pillows, pulled up her tarty knickers,
and put Sarah back to bed.

        She was already starting to come out of her drugged 
sleep, and we dare not be discovered. We crept quietly out,
leaving Sarah with a bum-full of creamy spunk, and a baby on 
the way.

        Judy's eyes were glistening. She was buzzing; almost
like she was on drugs.

        "God...that was BRILLIANT!" she exclaimed, "I've
got to do more and worse. I feel really wicked...it's GREAT!"

        I felt the same. I also felt lost, drugged, on an
ecstatic high - drunk with power and possibilities. Sarah was
becoming my life work. I wanted to take her, to use her. 
I fantasised about screwing baby after baby into her, keeping
her pregnant all the time. I longed for her to be ALWAYS pregnant
by me, for year after year after year until she was worn out
through having babies and could have no more. All the time, she
wouldn't know HOW she was getting pregnant...........

        My mind reeled off snap-shots of the future....

        CLICK. Sarah standing sideways in front of a full
length mirror, looking puzzled at the slight bulge in her
tummy.

        CLICK. Sarah going on a diet to try and lose the
weight she thought she was gaining.

        CLICK. Sarah trying desperately to struggle into
a short black mini-skirt. Trying to do the buttons up around
her six-month swollen tart's belly.

        CLICK. Sarah in hospital, screaming as she squeezes
her FIRST baby out from between her legs.

        CLICK. Sarah lying flat on the bed, a three month
old baby daughter sucking milk from her full breasts. 
Already Sarah's belly looks a little bit swollen. She thinks
this is just the result of having a baby. I know differently.

        CLICK. Three months later, Sarah again standing in
front of the mirror, holding her huge, distended belly with
both hands, and staring in disbelief. Her six month old
daughter is asleep in the crib.

        FAST FORWARD FIFTEEN YEARS.

        CLICK. Sarah with her family, looking a lot older
a more tired. There are ten children ranging from fifteen to
baby. Sarah's belly is greatly swollen as though she were
expecting another child.....

        In the picture is Sarah's beautiful fifteen year old
daughter. It could be a trick of the light, but HER belly is
looking a little swollen too.......

        CLICK. Mother and fifteen year old comparing the sizes
of their hugely swollen bellies.......

        Fantasy? It depends how far I let this insanity go....