creative freedom: this fictional piece includes a little cum chamber right before the cervix that, if breached, holds the semen to secure insemination

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Practice makes perfect. I just never thought that we’d be practicing this… 

“Okay, I’m ready,” you say, propped up on a couple of pillows with your legs angled and spread open. I look at the inflatable toy at the end of the bed. I bought it as a surprise for you. A toy that inflates from 4 inches in circumference to 10; it’s the perfect toy to practice birth. 

Three months ago, you gave birth to our twin boys after having our firstborn last year. We’ve barely had time to sleep, let alone fuck… so having a bit of playtime (as well as the energy for it) has been something we’ve been looking forward to all week.

Tonight the stars seem to align.

Birthing our twins had been a unique experience for you, especially because you experienced your first birthgasm when birthing our last boy. When I saw the expression on your face at the hospital, I knew. This was your orgasm face. You were going to come from pushing him out.

It'd been the most intense orgasm ever, you'd said. Now, weeks later, you wanted to see whether you could replicate that type of orgasm. And I was more than happy to test that theory...

I kneel on the bed and pick up the toy. It's made out of velvety smooth silicone; I bet that will feel good inside you. You splay your folds with your fingers, showing me how creamy you are already. Your dark pink inside glistens.

“Here we go…” I whisper as I rub the toy between your folds and press it in. You hum with enjoyment. It’s six inches long… and not inflated yet.

It took your first birthgasm at the hospital for me to realize that you were made for this. While other women suffered during labor, you thrived. Craved it, even.

Your pussy sucks the toy in… inch by inch. Nice and slow. I love watching your folds spread open across it, welcoming it in. It makes my dick throb inside my briefs. 

"Little more..." With it halfway inside, I pump air into it for the first time. Each pump makes it thicken half an inch. Your eyes flick up at me. I know you love this. You love being spread open…

I push it in more… two more inches to go. One more pump. Another. You grin and clench your pussy around the new girth. “Almost as thick as my favorite Daddy dick…” you whisper, making me groan. Fuck.

I use my thumb to press against the underside of the toy… more, more, more... until you pant and… it gets sucked in all the way. There we go. 

I slide my finger in behind it, inching it up further. 

“Oh…” you whimper, eyes on me. “It feels so solid inside me.”

I smirk… “Good.”

Once it is settled against your chamber's seal, I pump one… two… three… times until... “Oh, fuck, that’s massive.”

That’s the point. You wanted to practice giving birth? Then that’s what we are gonna do. 

You're so stuffed full that your lower stomach is bulging from the stretch. Fuck yes. I reach over to get your favorite little vibrator from the bedside table. You whimper as you see me flick it on. Your pussy looks so innocent and unassuming. Like it’s not filled to the absolute brim… I slide the vibrator up and down, gently brushing along your soaked, closed folds, around your clit...

Your pussy gives me so much pleasure...but it also gives life. I lean in to slip your nipple between my lips, causing you to sigh. You are breastfeeding our boys… but there’s always some extra for me. So I suck. Hard. Draw that milk out of your tit. With one hand on the inflation pump and the other teasing your pussy with the vibrator, I listen to the sounds you make. Strained little whimpers.

Two more pumps. Eight. Inches. In. Circumference.

“OH!” You whine and clench your toes. “That's a lot. I need to push.”

“Not yet," I decide.

An elongated groan slides from your lips; it mixed with a you cannot be serious kind of chuckle. I rub the vibrator across your clit, around and around, making you quiver. “I want to birth,” you moan. 

“Yeah?” I tease your nipple with my tongue before glancing up at you. Before you can reply, I slide the vibrator inside you and turn the intensity up. The inflatable toy shakes inside your pussy. 

“Oh my God!” you cry and grab the sheets beside you. The vibrations radiate all the way up to your chamber's seal. One more pump… the toy swells, making you pant. 

“Fuck, I have to push. I have to birth your baby.”

That makes my brain melt.

I pop off your tit and look into your eyes. They are glazed with lust. Just like when you gave birth to my third son… and you stared at me with those wild eyes because you were about to come. In front of strangers. My son stretched your little pussy out so much that you couldn’t help it. 

I pull out the vibrator and tell you to push. You grab the backs of your knees and do just that. “It’s so big,” you whine as you gasp for air.

“Come on… push, baby.” 

I will make you my little birth machine…

“Push…” 

Every time you'll birth my babies, you'll orgasm from it.

“Push…” 

You start clenching with all your might. It’s the hottest fucking thing. Your tits leak milk from the pressure in your body. Little milky rivers trickle down the curve of your swollen boobs.

You’re birthing.

“Come on, you can do it. Birth my baby.”

Your eyes fly open as I say that. Toes pointed. When I look down, I can see your pussy swell with the impending stretch of the toy. You squeeze your eyes shut, jaw clenched, pushing as hard as you can. 

And then… your folds spread apart, revealing the toy inside you. Your hold your breath and then... “Oh my god, oh my God.”

“Hold it,” I say and use my thumb to press against the sleek surface of the toy to keep it inside you. You shake and moan, chest heaving with quick breaths. 

“I’m going to come, I’m going to come—“ you chant. Yet, you push again. I keep my thumb there so you can’t birth just yet. 

“Go on, come from birthing my baby…” I whisper in your ear as I cover your body with mine. “Come on…” 

You cry out so loudly that it might wake our babies. But I don't care at this point. Long, heaving pants follow suit. “I’m—“ I look down at you; your pussy is spreading open. Your insides contract around the toy; I can feel it on my thumb against the surface.

That familiar expression returns to your face. You’re having an orgasm. Eyes wide. Lips parted.

“Good girl…” I whisper encouragingly. Your orgasm continues… rolling from one into the next. Little whimpers escape your lips before your eyes squeeze shut.

“More babies,” you whine desperately. “I want more babies…” 

I chuckle darkly. "I’ll give you so many more… because you’re so damn good at birthing them."

When I remove my thumb from the toy, it inches out a little more. The sight reminds me of when I saw our second boy’s head.. dark hair all over.

I watch the toy between us, stretching your folds open. Fucking hell… it’s nearly 9 inches in circumference now. That’s insane. 

“You wanna birth?” I ask you sweetly. 

You nod with tears dripping down your cheeks. 

“Practice for birthing my next child, hm?”

“Yes,” you whisper breathlessly. 

“A perfect little daughter…a princess."

“Oh my God…” 

You grab onto the backs of your knees again and curl your toes. I sit back on my heels to watch you birth. Your body is made for this. Those child-bearing hips are so open now.

That toy inside you is huge… almost as big as our twin boys' heads. You push harder until it’s halfway out of you. Then you take a breath, eyes fluttering open. You're an absolute mess...milk running down your tits, sweat beading at your temple.

“I’m going to give you so many babies,” you mutter, delirious. I can’t help but reach into my briefs then. I’m rock-hard. For the final push, you grab onto your ankles, spreading your knees outward. 

Yet again, right before the final push, your eyes roll back and you shiver all over. Fuck. That orgasmic body shudder makes my dick pulse, shoving me to the brink of orgasm. I start stroking quickly, making the fabric of my briefs stretch across my knuckles.

Whining, you mutter, “more babies, more babies, more babies.” Like you’re obsessed. Like you’re in heat. 

One final push… and the toy pops out of you. As soon as it does, you squirt all over me, leaving a wet patch on the bedding. Holy fuck, that sight makes my brain short-circuit. “Fuck!” you cry and twist from side to side in pleasure. Your legs quiver. Oh my God...

Alright. Fuck it. I can't just watch this.

I move the toy aside, spread your legs open, and pull my dick out. This time it's not the toy that I'll push inside you, it's my cock. Your eyes widen in surprise. Those aftershocks cause your legs to tremble. In one smooth motion, I set my tip between your gaping folds and drive in. 

You’re so open, I bottom out immediately. Those sharp nails dig into my shoulders. “Are you gonna give me a baby?” you pant the words as I brace my feet against the mattress and start thrusting into you. 

“Yes,” I grunt out gruffly. With my hands on the headboard, I fuck into you, hitting your seal over and over again. 

You lift your legs to accommodate me further. If you got pregnant now… that would be fucking soon. Especially after having twins. 

The wet sound of your pussy on my dick is loud inside the room. God, I missed that pussy. So hot and slick. The bed starts to rock against the wall, hitting it with every downward thrust. I need to breach that little chamber. You spread your legs wide, so I can pound against it.

The sounds you make are unreal. Desperate moans and pants. 

“Give me a baby, please, please, please,” you whimper loudly. You frame my face with your hands to look me right in the eye. Your pupils are dilated. I can see that primal need in your gaze. That need to breed.

“More… babies…” you whine innocently. That does it. I groan, close my eyes, and thrust all the way forward. My cockhead breaches your chamber, spreading that delicate seal open with my thick dick. You cry out into my shoulder, shaking, contracting, clenching, milking my dick as I release my load inside you. My balls contract, clenching around the base of my shaft with every comeshot. 

You were made to have my babies...

I thrust forward.

Made

Again.

For

Again...

This.

Grunting into the pillow against your shoulder, I feel my hips shudder, giving you two more hard thrusts to really seal the deal. My cock...my pubes, everything is slippery with your juices.

“Oh..” you chuckle happily. “I’m gonna make you a Daddy… again.”

Even after three kids… we cannot stop. I’m addicted to breeding you. Just like you’re addicted to birthing my babies.