Fet Limericks 20: Impregnation

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An impregnation and pregnancy fantasy in limericks.
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Part 2 of the 3 part series

Updated 06/09/2023
Created 01/08/2020
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At 30, Louise got a shock
Suddenly mugged by her body clock
No husband or steady
Who could make a bun ready
She went on the quest for a cock

As one of her friends she told me
I didn’t take long to agree
She gave me a glance
Quickly dropping her pants
And I came in her torrential as pee

From then it was like Christmas Day
She wanted to get screwed every way
She’d tease and she’d flirt
To make sure I’d squirt
And spread her legs keen for my spray

She told me she’d never say no
Since she wanted her belly to grow
So whenever I was randy
If her pussy was handy
I should pull down her briefs and let go

If I woke while she was asleep
I’d give her big bottom a peep
Dragging her pants down her thighs
I would grow to huge size
And then come in her belly so deep

She dressed to ensure I stayed randy
I found her short dresses quite handy
Without panties or bra
She didn’t get far
Before my hands on her bum made her bandy

We both looked out for the clues
That I’d got her knocked up with my ooze
Were her boobs getting tender?
Did her piddle distend her?
Did she start off the day with huge spews?

The more times I came in her hole
The quicker we’d both reach our goal
I stopped coming in drips
And soon could have launched ships
With the flood squirting out of my pole

Because we were at It so much
She developed a very ripe crutch
That, grunting and cries
When she opened her thighs
I would usually come at her touch

She used to talk about being a mummy
How we’d screw when she had a big tummy
How her boobs would get vast
By her backside surpassed
I told her I thought she’d be scrummy

The day her next period was due
I woke as she dashed to the loo
She was burping and green
Like nothing I’d seen
And loosed a spectacular spew

I thought at that point I’d be spare
And she’d not want me thrusting up there
But as her belly expanded
Her sex drive demanded
My cock in her everywhichwhere

It was all just as good as I reckoned
I came every time that she beckoned
Now her kiddie is three
I can easily see
That she means it when wanting a second

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davebccanadadavebccanadaover 3 years ago
Very cute

I love it. You have a real knack for this type of rhyming, don't you? Thanks for sharing with us, it was a delight.

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