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I will always remember our third child and how she came to be conceived! I checked my cycles and when I felt it was yhe optimum time I got him in bed and he placed his condom on his dick as was his habit. I kept up the humping and wanted a big load of cum from him.

Things worked out like i hoped when my period was late in coming and a quick EPT was positive. Secure him, Brenda!

I just smiled as I held the full condom and went over to a chair. He still had no idea what was coming. Brenda smiled down at me with a sweet sadistic smile, whose apparent friendliness was far more chilling than a sneer. The old wood frame farmhouse, with its faded white paint, had not looked inviting, but this certainly did.

Well, I can help you there, Sonny. Well, that had been a few hours ago. He looked on puzzled and again asked to be loose. I fucked him good and hard pushing it in as far as it would go and he was loving it. She lowered her voice. I am a sissy slave to my wife-dom and we have a lot of fun at it.

Brenda comes in at times, to feed me and clean me and to pat me on the head, and call me her dear little pet. I was gasping, and thrashing, and about to come all over Mrs. And what did it matter?


Is that understood? We had been married for 11 years and had two children, a girl of 9 and a boy of 5. And she wanted it too, I know she did. You, I figure you are going to last a lot longer, Sonny. I was bound into place, and the most shiveringly delightful sensations flooded me, as the damned thing began to masturbate me far more expertly than my hand ever had. Not to touch her? I still did not tell him until I began to show and now he knew. As a joke, she said, what would you bet?

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I was astonished at her strength, and stunned to discover that I had been handcuffed, and was being expertly frog-marched across the barn floor to the strange machine in the corner, whose function I had spent so many fruitless hours attempting to decipher. One time I made the comment to her, that women are so lucky as they can have orgasm one after another. I released him the next day and he remained mad at me for weeks.

I moaned, and came again….

I screamed and came, and my cum was sucked away and landed on the bottom of a jar which looked able to hold ten gallons at least. He was shocked and surprised because he had never seen it before and was always hinting at some sort of strap-on sex, me doing him. I kept brushing that off, saying I would not feel right about it.

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He saw this and was in agony as he continued to try to break free. As I shave a couple times a week, thought it would be neat in not having to do it anymore and also it would be impossible, I made the bet. I considered that sperm to be MINE or at least partially mine and he would suffer for denying me what I wanted in life, a third.

You are not to touch yourself, and you are not to touch my daughter. She was sharp, too. I said he would remain in bondage while I slept in the guest room, giving his sperm their best shot at making me happy.

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I imagined her cunt lowering itself onto my face, my tongue sliding up into her as she rode me and screamed with pleasure. I went down to his softening cock and carefully slipped the condom off, carefully not to spill any. I repeated fucking myself until I had no more sperm to work with, and walked over to him. The mother was unsmiling and severe, and I was sure I had seen her before, unlikely as that seemed. I think he still harbors some resentment at my trickery, but we made up later on and he has accepted our new daughter with open arms.

I did something similar to my own husband two and a half years ago. One of our favorite games is face sitting, where I can have her climax time after time until she goes limp.

This got me mad as hell and started my thoughts on how to get my way, regardless of what he said. I tied him down nice and tight and knew he was not going anywhere. Meanwhile her mother seemed to be ignoring her completely, and was muttering to herself.

That she looked at him as if she despised him would not matter; she had promised him town, so to town he would go, despised or not despised. I am now content and told him if he wanted a vascetomy that was fine with me and he took me up on the offer. A male. Whatever strange religious cult she belonged to, that was her business; but my dick was my business, and just now it was a machine business. I very seductively strapped it on in story of him and lubed it up, gyrating my hips the whole time. Brenda was giggling and lifting her skirt, shoving her damp twat up to me just a few inches from my face—just out of reach.

Told me about prostaglandins, and the market for them. But now, in the dark of this old barn, I was feeling horny, and I was thinking of her perky young daughter. Tonight was going to be different I told him and his cock shot up almost instantly. What she did not know would not upset her—and it was none of her business anyway. He was ready to bust! When it was clean I went to the condom and using his sperm coated the end of the dildo and began to fuck my pussy wildly. I wanted another child but my husband refused me!

Then she holds her twat inches from my face, and shudders and gasps and cums—all without touching herself, always just out of reach. I then slipped it into his ass and he went wild with desire. Unable to contain. I carefully laid it in a saucer and unstrapped the dildo. Her brisk, no-nonsense tone was reassuring despite its coldness; he felt that what she promised, she would do.

Brenda was somehow behind me, and before I could grasp what was happening she had locked my milkings behind my back while her perky breasts poked into me. We hooked her old dad up to it—useless old coot, I will never understand why I married him. That story about the two lesbians milking a man for his sperm so they could have a baby is wild. Her mad eyes gleamed, as her muttering died away. I then cleaned the dildo off with rubbing alcohol as I ignored his repeated screams.

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He wanted to be untied and ravish me next, but I had other plans and now I could implement them. About three weeks later on a Saturday she had me fully dressed as a slut in a mini-skirt, pantyhose, blouse and bra with foam breasts, wig, nail polish, and full make up cleaning the house. He was crying by now, but too bad.

I thought to myself that I was going to get that condom with his sperm that night. An animal. There is one condition, however, and on that condition I absolutely insist. But I guess it did—because next thing I knew, there was a glare of light in my eyes, and the tines of a pitchfork a few inches away from them. Her smile got just a tiny bit brighter when she caught the direction of my eyes, quick as I thought I had been to conceal it. As she is de-maculating me or controversially called my feminization she said she would get me there to be like a almost woman.

I said I wished, and would bet anything. I suggested a bondage scene followed by hot sex and readily agreed to let me tie him at all four posts with pantyhose. My car broke down, and I was wondering if I could use your phone.