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Forbidden Desires of a New Kind

I walked through the door to my apartment to find my wife laying topless on the couch. "It's too hot in here, we need to get them to fix that damn air conditioner," she whined, "the heat is not good for the baby." She massaged the bulge in her belly and looked up at me smiling.

I explained, "I already called the maintenance guys... They said they'd be out later today. We just gotta hold tight until then.” I didn't expect a reaction from her. Neither did I expect to see her still massaging her belly whilst smiling at me.

"What?" I said.

"You know what..." she replied.

To my astonishment she stood upright and waltzed off into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Surely I was curious and followed her. I twisted the bedroom doorknob only to find that she had locked it from the inside. I questioned whether she was playing games or she was upset with me. Normally, I would have just stood there, but because of the awkwardness of this moment I just had to barge in.

I grabbed the skeleton key from the top of the threshold and unlocked the bedroom door. There she lay naked inside, on the bed. She had her left hand slightly covering her half open mouth while her other hand rubbed her dripping cunt. I was without words and so I cleared my throat softly as if to get her attention. Her right hand stopped moving and she looked up at me with a seductive gaze. Her left hand lifted from her mouth and waved me over.

I knew in my heart this was wrong, but at the same time I had always desired the sexual experience with a woman 7 months pregnant. I slid over to her and gently placed my right hand on her left palm. She dragged it away and brought it down upon the waistband of my jeans, slipping her fingers inside to feel my hardening cock with her fingertips.

My hands pressed against the back of hers in attempt to push her hand further onto my cock. Realizing this was a bit difficult, I undid the button to my jeans. She removed her hand from inside my jeans and instead placed her fingers on my fly. By this time my cock was pressed up against the inside of the zipper just begging for air. She pulled slowly on the zipper, staring up into my eyes and whispered, "the baby would want this."

Her reminder of our dirty deed made me feel ashamed, however, it did not stop my penis from bursting out of my jeans once the zipper reached below it's head. My wife lubricated her fingers with the wetness of her pussy and began to slide her hand up and down my cock. Still staring up into my eyes she pressed my dick in her palm and rubbed away.

For about five minutes her hands massaged my throbbing cock while her glittering eyes latched onto mine. She decided to change up the pattern and leaned her head over to kiss the head of my penis. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and began to press against the head, as if trying to gain entry into my urethra. I closed my eyes and put my head back, as the pleasure from her warm tongue against my dick was unimaginable.

Without any warning, I felt my cock glide across her upper and lower lips, wetted by her saliva. She bobbed her head back and forth, going a little more forth each time. After not too long I could feel the tip of my penis hit the back of her mouth, and then soon enough I felt it move farther down her throat. She gagged a little and the warmth of a small bit of stomach acid blanketed my cock.
With her eye makeup dripping down the sides of her face she pulled her mouth off. Her face remained a little pale and it looked as if she was going to be sick. Despite the feeling of unease, she forced a smile once again.

I walked a couple steps backwards and let my jeans drop to the floor. I pulled my feet out of them and pushed them aside. Once again, I moved in close to her, but she stopped me in my tracks. My wife stood up and grabbed a hold of my shirt. She managed to pull my shirt off just by tugging at it, though I did give her a bit of assistance by moving my arms around whenever necessary. Her hands took mine and I felt myself being pulled onto the bed.

I pressed my body against hers, being ever-so-careful not to crush the unborn child. Her arm reached under me to guide my penis into her moist pussy. I began to thrust my pelvis into her. I could hear her moaning silently at first, but her cries grew louder. After a couple minutes I wasn’t able to tell if she was crying in pleasure or in pain.

Ignoring the cries for the moment I began thrusting harder and faster. She threw her arms upon my shoulders, swung her head around to face me and lustfully looked at me. Her nails dug into my back and I could have sworn that I felt a drop of blood roll down my shoulder blade. I squeezed her ass cheeks once and then moved them up to fondle her 34C breasts. I pressed hard, but she rejected as her breasts were very tender.

“I don’t want this to end,” she whispered in my ear, “let’s keep our pleasures strong.”

I couldn’t figure out what she was trying to say at first, but I soon came to reality when she shoved me off of her and got up for the closet. I could hear her rummaging around for a couple seconds and then she came walking out holding one of my old business shirts. “That shirt doesn’t fit me anymore,” I laughed.

A grin spread across her entire face. She ripped the shirt off the wire hanger and threw it aside, still bracing the hanger. She slowly crept over to me, holding that petrifying grin. As she stepped, she unwound the hanger still leaving the hooked end in tact.

Though normally in a circumstance such as this, I would have become horrified and jetted out the door. In this circumstance I felt more at ease, I knew this would be for the better as my wife and I would be able to maintain a pleasurable relationship, with nothing to stand in our way. (What am I saying??? Is this me???)

She handed me the hanger as she walked past. I looked down at the flimsy piece of metal wire I held. I turned to her and asked, “Are you sure you want to do this? We could get a professional if you really want to…”

“I want you to do it,” she replied.

“But I really don’t want to hurt you…”

“I don’t care; I want you to do it.” She grinned once again. This grin could send shivers down the spine of a dead man. However, I was still in the ecstasy of the moment and remained unphased. (Where have my feelings gone???)

She laid back and spread her legs with her feet on the ground and her knees in the air. I held the hanger by the unwound end and placed the hooked end up to the lips of her vagina. I pushed the wire hanger inch by inch into her still wet pussy until I could feel the unborn fetus. Once there, I swirled the hanger around in order to loosen it from the walls of the uterus. I latched the hook of the hanger onto the fetus and tugged lightly to avoid hurting my wife. She smiled at me, I smiled back.

A few drops of blood dripped down her legs before I could fully get the fetus out. A feeling of success overcame both of us when the mixed up unborn showed it’s caved in head. I pulled it out completely and was surprised to see it remained in one piece. I held the bloody thing in my hands before handing it to my wife for her to cradle. We both were overjoyed to see what we had created.

By this point her vagina was bleeding quite seriously, but we both figured that this was just a result of the dead babies supply breaking. Pushing this aside, my wife gestured me by swirling her index finger. She was telling me to turn around and face the other way. Obediently I did so.

She stood up with the baby in her arm still and placed her left hand on the top of my back. I felt a slight push, implying that I bend over. Once again, I did so. I watched her as she used her hands to compact the fetus into a pulp and then press it against my backside. Her fingers, covered in the juices of dead baby, slid into my rectum. I jumped for a second, but she eased me and I was able to relax.

Little by little, I felt tiny, mangled body parts slide into my anus. The pressure gave my intestines a sickly feeling and I began to wish that I had evacuated my bowels beforehand. The feeling became unbearable and I signaled my wife to stop. Despite my complaints, she proceeded to insert the fetus into my rectum. After what felt like hours I finally could feel my sphincter muscles close.

Still uneasy and needing to release, I wobbled around the bedroom. She giggled at my pain a little bit and blocked off the bathroom so I could not get through. Finally she agreed to let me let go of my load, but just not in the bathroom. She knelt on the ground and looked up at me with her sickly looking pale face.

I turned around and rested my backside upon her nose. Her mouth opened wide. Without haste I relaxed my anus and let the mixture of fetus and feces enter her gaping lips. She coughed a little bit, but continued to lap up the steaming concoction attempting not to miss a drop.

I finished letting go of my load and turned around to see my wife on her knees attempting to swallow every last drop of fecal-fetus stew, though most of it ended up dripping down her chin and onto her breasts. I pulled her head back by her hair and being pushing some of the dripping substance back into her mouth. She moaned, almost sounding like a ghost.

I then shoved my penis into her throat, forcing down whatever parts might not have made it. She gagged and vomited. Several chunks of the stew as well as stomach acid and the pasta she ate for lunch poured out onto my pubic region. I made sure that these bits made it back inside her.

I pulled my cock out of her mouth and looked down at her. She looked up at me with a twinkle in her eye and that bone-chilling grin on her face. Her knees rest in a pool of blood, a result from internal bleeding. She remained silent, a blank stare now in her eyes, gazing up at me. A loud thud shook the room as her body hit the floor, dead. She had finally reached heaven.

For days I sat, contemplating what it was like to be in heaven. I decided I needed a piece for myself. I lay down next to her rotting corpse and began to feel inside her. I began to feel the ecstasy of the days earlier when we had our share of heaven. I moved my tongue over every inch of her body to try to taste what she felt. I wanted to share in her joy, understand what she knew. I placed my cock back into her mouth, the same way it had been moments before she left this world. I grabbed my gun from its holster on my underwear and pulled the trigger. We were finally together again.

I love you too Elements

In West Philadelphia, born and raised...

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Once upon a time there was a man called ElementsClock


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The End

then everyone died

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