I was fuller than I had ever felt.
"Go on Larry, fuck me. Fuck your baby girl. I know you've wanted to ever since that night at the wedding rehearsal when you tried to back me into the crying room at the church."
With that I started to hunch my ass up and down. Up until now he's been trying to put on this macho uncaring facade. He starts to groan and thrust into me and the facade begins to crumble. "Gods, your husband must be a pencil dick for real! You are tighter than some virgins I've had."
"Impregnated a few have we Larry?"
A wicked look came over his face.
"Well not all have been virgins, but at last count I have thirty two kids."
"Uhhggg, make that thirty three. Your wife gave birth tonight."
Grabbing my ass and lower back, he rose up and bent me over the arm of the couch.
"I already counted that one as thirty one. The one we make tonight will make thirty two... baby girl."
I could feel his full weight on me as he drove me into the arm of the couch. He started kissing my neck in an oddly tender way.
"Can you feel it swelling?" He whispered in my ear. "I'm getting ready to shoot. That's a baby in ya any way you look at it. I'll pull out if you want. You might not caught yet. It'll cost you, but I'm not unreasonable. Better still just groan and thrust back on little Larry Senior down there and he'll fill ya full of what you need."
I could feel him swelling and opening me further than I ever had been before. I thrust back as hard as I could given my limited maneuverability, and I moaned because I was so close. Even if I didn't want a baby, I don't think I could have stopped him or myself, even if I had wanted to.
And I didn't.
I could feel the flutter of my impending orgasm start deep inside me. Larry could too as he stepped up the pounding I was getting. Then suddenly he forced himself fully inside me and started to unload inside me.
He didn't say a word, just let out a very long hiss. I can feel him pulse in me and it puts me over the edge. "Knock me up you bastard, you no good worthless piece of shit. Make me your bred bitch"
With a last groan he sits back down on the couch. Moments later, I follow. We're both spent.
After my sister's baby came home, things were a little awkward around the trailer between Larry and me. He never pressured me, but I knew that he'd give me another taste if I let him. I didn't need to.
True to his word, I was indeed pregnant, and the fertility drugs kicked in with a vengeance. Nine months later Larry was the proud father of numbers thirty two, thirty three, and thirty four; all boys.
My husband never suspected anything, or if he did, he never mentioned it. He's a wonderful father to our children and we still love the kids and each other very much.
Still I might have to visit my sister's trailer when she's out at her Bingo night. Lately I've thinking about wanting a girl....
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