It had been crazy at the start, meeting each other for the first time but already knowing that we were going to be having kids together. It’d felt strangely liberating when I picked you up at the airport and knowing upon getting home we’d be working together to get as much cum inside you as we could. The casual chatting made the drive home seem short. The lack of hesitation between us as soon as we’d closed the front door to my house was a sign of all to come. The needy hands pulling off clothes, lips leaving trails of kisses as skin was exposed, and the gasps when I entered you for the first time. Your legs had naturally wrapped around my hips and drawn me in tight. Soft exclamations growing louder with each thrust until I had unreservedly came inside you. The following weeks had more risky sex with the intention of getting you pregnant in them than should have been possible. We’d lost count how many times my cum had shot against the walls of your pussy. You’d stopped wearing bottoms for faster access knowing that when home I’d be all over you and we’d be a sweaty tangle for hours. The sparkle in your eye that we’d finally started this path together only grew with each time I finished inside you and the eagerness we shared was more than enough to keep us locked together making sure your womb was flooded. Weeks went by and your period never came, we’d celebrated together passionately for months and only kept at it as you started to show. You’d always been irresistible to me but as your body changed my hunger for you grew as it eclipsed my thoughts. Before our first was born my house had become our home and the grand adventure ahead of us was just starting.

That was years ago and in the beginning we’d agreed to stop at four kids but life had been good to us and we’d been truly blessed. It seemed like I couldn’t even look at you without you getting pregnant, a fact we both loved as it kept you gloriously pregnant for years on end. Admittedly the twins had been a welcome surprise bringing us up to five but you getting pregnant again shortly after had been also been a treat. The stampede of feet running around the house and outside always causing us to smile even if keeping up with so many kids was nearly impossible and our schedules were always full running them around to swimming lessons or soccer and such. The questions is how many times will we be blessed since obviously we’re far better at breeding than we’d ever imagined?