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While laying in bed in the overnight hours, my mind started to wander to some naughty places. Not unusual, and as one of my bigger kinks (though not THE biggest), the concept of labor/birth often helps the fantasy take a very specific shape. This time?

I imagined I was laying in my bed with my partner, heavily pregnant, though not for much longer. We're both nude, and it feels so nice laying in the warm bed with him. He's leaning back against the pillows and I'm laying between his legs. In my imagination, we're watching naughty videos, his hands are on my breasts, pinching and playing with the nipples to help speed along labor and help weave some pleasure into all the pain. Milk droplets leak out, and his thumbs dance over the liquid, spreading it around my sensitive skin. The porno we're watching, just a regular run-of-the-mill couple having hot sex, plays on the screen, their moans and whimpers mixing with mine.

As the contractions come, his hands move to my belly, gently stroking it, supporting it through the pain. He whispers encouraging things in my ear, the kinds of things I like to hear, and exactly what I need to keep going. He tells me how good I'm doing, that he knows how bad it hurts, and how each contraction brings me closer to the end. He can tell I'm afraid of what is to come, and he's doing everything he can to try to make the minutes and hours leading up to it as nice as possible.

In my vision, the room is dark except for the glow of the TV. I can feel his erection poking into my rear, a product of both the sexy vid we're watching and the fact that his laboring girlfriend is in his arms. My hand is between my legs, trying my best to play with my vagina - it's so wet, so needy and so *normal* feeling. It's hard to imagine that soon it'll be stretching, spreading, crowning, burning, aching...

Sometimes his hand reaches down and finds mine, and together we work my clit, the little button tingly and unaware that the pleasure it's giving me is one of the few things keeping me sane and grounded right now. My partner's hands trace my thighs, back to my labia, enjoying the feeling of how clean and small my pussy still is. His cock twitches and I know he's imagining me, future me, holding my legs back and pushing in his arms as we watch my most sensitive, private place flourish and blossom open.

Real life got in the way of my fantasy and so it ended here, but if I were to continue? I'd love to lean forward during some contractions, letting him rub my aching back, and reaching behind me to stroke his erection while he did. I'd love to settle back into position when it's time to push, my whining, needing voice pleading with him, with god, with fate, to give me just a few more minutes because I'm just not ready for this. I'm so scared, but he grounds me. I imagine him cupping my vagina and tell me, firmly but kindly, to push into his hand.

I imagine his hand down there, stroking my soft skin, toying with my clit, reaching a finger inside my burning hole, checking my progress. I want him to coax me, encourage me to keep pushing through the pain, encouraging me to orgasm from his touch. I want to hold my knees back and push, letting him watch in the mirror, not caring how exposed and embarrassed I am to be so vulnerable, so open. I want his cock hard and leaking as I gasp and whine, my soft screams filling the room as I stretch beyond belief. I want to feel impossible pressure between my hips as he takes over holding my legs open for me, my exhaustion too much to bear. I want to be unable to do anything other than tremble and push and whimper and to cum. I want the sounds of my birthing to fill his ears for the rest of his life, for him to forever remember the noises his girlfriend made as she gave birth on the same bed he impregnated her, the sight of my swollen, dark pink pussy stretched to the max as my thighs trembled and tears ran down my face.

I was just a teenager, legal to be clear but still a teenager, and I’ve always been very petite. I looked so obscene with a big pregnant belly, all tight and obviously contracting. I was completely naked while pushing, my swollen titties and my sensitive pink nipples exposed to the room. I did nipple stimulation at the advice of my midwife from time to time, I remember how intense it made the contractions and how hard it made my nipples. I remember the stimulation making little milk droplets leak out.

But you’re probably more interested in knowing about how my tight teenage pussy pushed out the baby. My pussy was so pink and swollen as I bore down, I love thinking about you playing with yourself while watching it. You’d see everything, I was completely shaved and exposed…I started off on my hands and knees, funnily enough there’s a good chance that’s the position I got pregnant in. My belly and tits hanging down, my little asshole exposed, pushing, pushing, trying to give birth. I pushed so hard but…not much progress. Just a little sliver of head.

My midwife had me move to a squatting position. Is this the position you like the most? My clit was poking out, but I had nobody there to play with it, to caress it, to give it kisses…it would’ve helped so much. I pushed so hard in this position, I screamed a few times as I felt the baby move down into a crowning position, panting (or trying to) to prevent myself from crowning too fast. I couldn’t stop pushing even when my midwife was yelling at me to pant…it was too much. Do you like that? The loss of control, my frantic need to just bear down, even at 18 the primal maternal need so obvious to my body? I cried through a lot of this position, to be honest, and when I couldn’t stop pushing my midwife moved me to my back.

The final position had me like this, with my legs held wide apart. The classic position. Knees to chest, framing my tummy, I pushed and pushed until I reached a full crown. Another scream, more begging for it to be over. Lots of panting at her request, trying to let myself stretch. She put oil on my skin down there, I remember it felt so soothing between that and the cool washcloth. That could’ve been you instead, between my legs, supporting me, oiling my crowning vagina, telling me how good I was doing. How brave I was. How hard you were watching it.

Is anyone else's favorite part of watching a birth seeing the mom's clit poking out? I love when it's so plainly visible as she pushes, especially if baby isn't even crowning yet and she's just laying there with her legs open and the camera on her for no reason other than to show everyone how pretty her pussy looks as she labors.

One of my most vivid image memories of my own birth experience is how good my clit looked as I squatted while pushing. All hard and poking out of it's hood, just wishing it could've had even a little bit of attention paid to it...daddy's tongue, a finger rubbing it, just something. Looking back it's kind of embarassing to know how exposed my pussy was and how the midwife and her team was just staring at my sensitive little button, and it turns me on to think about it. Sometimes in my fantasies I imagine one of them reaching between my legs to help me feel just a little bit of pleasure.

constantly thinking about this because its so good in so many different situations

a car birth where she sits curled over her belly, ankles crossed and trembling thighs pressed tightly together, teeth sunk deep into her bottom lip as she fights the urge to cry out, too scared to do anything that might ease the head down any further; one little moan, one gasp, and the crown begins to part her lips, forcing her to bring her hands down to hold her thighs together as her partner reassures her that they're nearly to the hospital ("just breathe, baby, breathe")

a public birth where she sits in a café or a restaurant with one leg crossed tightly over the other, the hem of her fluid soaked skirt bunched up around her thighs as she rocks back and forth in her chair, moaning loudly as one contraction bleeds into the next and her partner frantically tells her to breathe and that help is coming

(but not nearly as quickly as the head, which has fully crowned into her underwear, and certainly not in time: "too- hnnnng- late, its almost out!")

an extremely rapid unassisted home birth where she lays on her side, sobbing into a pillow as she clenches her thighs together, wailing that she has to push and that the head is coming but that she can't do it alone and that she needs her midwife—she never ends up having to push or even move; the head barrels through her birth canal and emerges to a full crown in under a minute, and she screams as her thighs part just enough for the rest of the head and the body to slither out in a gush of fluid

“Another?”

“Mmhmmmmph,” I groan, bracing myself on the rim of the tub as I bear down against the heavy mass shoving through the stretched tissue of my cervix. “God, it feels like it's right there.”

I recline on the bathroom floor, one hand wrapped around my knee to pull it up towards my chest as I lean against the cool porcelain of the tub. Riding out the tail end of a contraction, I curl over my taut, overdue belly, and grit my teeth as I strain, working to move the massive head into my birth canal. “fffffuck, there's so much pressureeee.” 

“You're doing so good, baby,” you assure me, leaning in to press a kiss to my sweaty forehead. “You're making so much progress.”

I simply moan, rolling my head to the side as I take several deep breaths. After nearly an hour of pushing, I'm halfway inclined to assume that the baby is simply never coming out, and equally as terrified by the notion that it will. That it is. The next contraction steadily begins to build, turning my belly into a white hot vice grip as it cramps down around my spasming womb. “It's comingggg!” I shriek, feeling my cervix finally stretch around the head.

“It is!” you exclaim, reaching between my spread thighs to cup your hands around my bulging sex. “Keep pushing, baby. You're really opening up.”

“The pressure!”

You gently shush me, quietly commanding me to look at you as you brush the pad of your index finger over the hard nub of my throbbing clit. “I've got you,” you coo. “Keep focusing on me. There you go. Thaaaaat's it.”

I pant the end of the push away before immediately bearing down into another one, staring up at you with widened eyes as my hips instinctively roll forward to meet your touch. “Ohhhhh. Oh, God.”

“Better?”

“Much,” I gasp. “But there's still—hnnng, still s-so much pressure. Ooooh.” 

"Use it, baby. Push for me. Let me worry about everything else.” You add a bit more pressure as you circle my clit, and my eyes flutter closed as I push down towards your touch, grinding my cunt against the palm of your hand. “You're getting so close.”

"Ohgodohgodoh—.” I cum with a choked off cry, and a significant portion of the pressure I'd been experiencing suddenly releases as my water breaks, fluid gushing out onto the floor between us. “Mmmm, there's the waters. It's coming! Holy fuck, its COMING.”

The lips of my slit begin to part, gaping open into a small ‘O’ as the head shoves its way down. My thighs shake and tremble violently as I push, throwing my head back with a shrill scream. “It's right thereeeee. Fuck, its gonna fall out of meee!”

“Breathe, baby,” you say sternly. “You need to slow down.”

I thrash my head from side to side in a steadfast, hard NO. “It BURNS.” My tissues are beginning to stretch, thin and red-hot to the touch. “Ohhh, get it out. Please get it out. The PRESSUREEEE.”

You press your fingertips into my clit, providing steady counter-pressure as the first glimpse of the baby's head begins to peak out from behind my slit. “I can see it,” you tell me, emotion shining in your voice. “You're doing such a good job, baby. Just keep using that pressure.”

My nails dig into the meat of my thigh as I pull it back, leaving crescent shaped marks embedded in the skin as I bear down hard. My other hand slips from the tub and flies down between my legs, guiding your fingers to a better spot on my clit as you hum approvingly. “Coming,” I mumble deliriously. “Coming. It's comin-oh, I'm gonna cum!”

And I do just that, pleasure washing over me from my head down to the tips of my toes. "Oh, God," I rasp, heaving to catch my breath. "It- ughhh- it's so low."

"I can see the top of the head." You beam as you press another kiss to my forehead, gently cradling my stretched out opening. "You're so close."

"But how close?" I ask, inhaling sharply as I gear up to push again.

You hesitate for a beat, eyeing the small, dime-sized patch of slimy wet hair visible between my parted lips and comparing it to the sheer mass of the head itself, bulging outwards from between my thighs. My outer labia are stretched from crease to crease, and my sex is swollen and inflamed. "Close," you finally say. "Ready to push again?"

I nod frantically as I bear down, a roar building up in my chest and throat. "Uuuuuurrrghhhhhh!" I push with every bit of my strength, skin burning bright red, and an unstoppable force (the pressure) meets a seemingly literal immovable object (the baby's head). "HHHHNNNNNGGGGGGG."

"Good! So good, baby."

"GET IT OUTTTT."

"It's coming out!"

"ffffFFFFUCKKKK!"

She’s so torpedoed

1640 words - Birth Denial

I sat in bed rubbing my stomach, the cramps ripping through me.

"Daddy.." I whispered as I shook his arm trying to gently wake him.

Contractions had been running through my stomach for the last 3 hours but recently they were lasting longer and happening quicker.

He groaned and shook off my hand, lifting his head from his pillow just a little.

"Baby girl it's late, go back to sleep." He mumbled, sleep making his voice thick and deep, the sound made me rub my thighs together.

"No Daddy. I can't." I whispered.

"I will spank you if you don't go back to sleep." He warned, "And I won't play nice and let you cum after it either." He lay his head back down on his pillow. I whined softly at his threat

"My stomach hurts." As soon as I said this his breath hitched and he shot up into a sitting position.

"Are you ok? Lay back sweetie and let me feel what's going on, how long have you felt the pains? Did your water break?." He pushed me back slowly and pulled my shorts and pants down as he threw 100 questions at me.

"Daddy," I whined "the pain started a few hours ago, I've been trying to nap in between them. And no, I think I'm just a little wet from thinking about what's to come..." I quietly admitted to him, looking anywhere but at him.

I let out a little groan as I felt the baby shifting around in my stomach as my arousal grew.

Daddy smirked at my answers, he dipped 2 fingers inside me and smirked as I moaned out a little.

"Mmm you're doing really good babygirl. About 7cm. He's sitting really low in there." He slowly moved his fingers around in a summoning motion inside me.

"Ahhh~!" He chucked at my reaction and kept his fingers deep inside me.

"You know what I want to do sweetie. I want you to have to beg me to let you push, is that still ok?" He asked as I got closer to my release.

"Yes!" I moaned out and his fingers thrust into me hard making me lose my breath.

"Yes what?" His voice was on the edge of warning, his fingers inside me freezing until I corrected myself.

"Yes Daddy!" I was just on the edge when he pulled away leaving me as a contraction started.

I groaned through it, Daddy placed his large hands on my hips and massaged deeply as I did, the counter pressure feeling absolutely amazing.

"Good girl. You don't push without permission." He pulled my top off once the contraction was done and grabbed my breasts he started sucking on my nipple as he played with the other.

So much pressure was building in my stomach as the baby sitting low was making it lower. Daddy rubbed circles around my clit until I arched my back then he slid his fingers back through my arousal and pushed 2 inside of me.

He sucked on my nipple until I felt milk flow into his mouth, "Daddy-!" I raised my hips, searching for pressure but he pushed me back down, using his thumb to trace around my clit in slow circles.

He used his fingers to press on the sensitive spot inside me, applying pressure as he moved around it. I moaned out and gripped his hair pulling him closer demanding more.

The nipple stimulation felt incredible, but the ache in the pit of my stomach was growing, the pressure building making me whine.

"There's so much pressure." I panted out.

He nodded and raised his head from my breast to look at me, "I can break your water sweet girl, but it will make things move along a lot faster. The pain will be much worse."

"Will you fuck me first Daddy? Please!" I begged like my life depended on cumming in this moment.

Daddy chuckled, the sound made my thighs clench. "Ride me baby." He kissed my neck and sat back on the bed, his back against the headboard.

I moved to straddle his hips but as soon as I lifted my leg to throw it over him gravity worked against me, the baby throwing his head down pushing into my cervix. The sudden pain doubled me over on the bed, but daddy caught me and guided my knee onto the bed the other side of him.

I breathed through the pain, Daddy latched onto my breast and worked on lining up.

I felt the tip press to my opening, his grip on my nipples increasing as I sank onto him.

Daddy groaned against me, encouraging me to take more and more of him. The stretch of him was exactly what I needed.

He gave me a bit of time to get comfortable before his hands on my hips started to rock me slowly.

“That’s it. Good girl.” He groaned out pushing me down further until I took him fully inside me.

The praise flooded my mind, an intense urge to please him took over me and I started to ride, grinding him deep inside me feeling him nudging my dilating cervix.

“Oh Daddy!” I threw my head back as I clenched around him, “I’m gonna cum!”

As I said this I felt his fingers reach my clit and his mouth latch on to my nipple. This was enough to send me over the edge, my grinding slowing down as I rode out the high.

As soon as I came down my hands shot to Daddy’s shoulders as the contraction shot though my stomach.

“Argh!” I hissed and held my breath and shit my eyes, waiting for the pain to cease.

I felt Daddy tap my leg, “You need to breathe through them. Don’t hold your breath.” He rubbed up and down my thighs, soothing me through the pain.

I finally released a breath and panted.

“Let’s change position sweet girl.” Daddy moved to the edge of the bed, pulling out of me to stand up, “Bend over the bed, put the pressure on your elbows.” He instructed and I did exactly that.

He lifted my left leg, holding it at hip height, and pushed into me. This was always my favourite before I got pregnant.

The sudden spread of my hips created more pressure.

“Daddy… I think I need to push..!” I said breathlessly.

“No you don’t. Not yet.” He warned as he thrust deep inside me at a steady pace.

I groaned and rocked back into him, meeting his thrusts.

“Harder Daddy please!”

A deep groan left him as he dropped my leg and gripped my hips tightly, pulling me back roughly to meet his hard thrusts. His pace picked up as he felt me getting close, his moans pushing me closer.

“God you’re such a good fucking girl!” He moaned and threw his head back.

His praise pushing me off the edge once again as I came, the feeling spurring him on as his thrusts became irregular, holding himself in me deeply as he came too.

Our panting was the only thing we could hear for the next few minutes until he pulled out of me, my back was screaming from being in this position for so long. He offered me his hand to help me up.

I giggled softly and took it, he pulled me up to standing slowly but a gasp left my mouth when I felt my water pop inside me, he grabbed my arms to keep me steady as my legs shook.

“Deep breaths baby girl, let me check your progress now.” He reached down between my legs and pushed his fingers in. “I can feel the head baby, do you need to push?”

I groaned and nodded as a contraction hit me.

“Not yet. I’m keeping my fingers in, if I feel you pushing you’ll be punished, do you understand?”

I whined and nodded. My body naturally pushing the baby out.

“The gravity is helping you a lot, let’s keep moving around.” We walked to the bedroom door. “Want to try the stairs?”

Before I could answer a contraction doubled me up, the baby moving of its own free will.

“Fuck that’s so hot, the heads at your opening already baby!” He pulled his fingers out and they were replaced by a burning fullness.

I cried out as me knees shook with the pressure. I gripped the banister at the top of the stairs to keep upright as the next contraction didn’t give me any time to recover.

“I need to push so badly please!” I cried feeling the baby love inside me.

“Push the head out baby, nice and slowly.” He cupped his hand around the head, making my progress slow.

I screamed out as I pushed the head out, the pop releasing fluid.

The contractions were on top of each other at this point, but we heard a car alarm from outside. Daddy rubbed my back as he looked out the window.

“Don’t push, I need to go and check that.” He walked down the stairs and left me.

“No..!” My body beared down the baby’s shoulders pushing through. I cupped the head and pushed the little progress made back inside me.

I fell to my knees as I cried out.

“Daddy I can’t hold on!” I screamed as he ran back up the stairs. He saw my position and nodded.

“You’ve been a good girl, push baby.” He reached underneath me and held the baby as in one strong push, I birthed our little boy into his hands.

“I’m so proud of you baby.” He kissed my head and held the baby between us, hugging me close.

“Daddy… can we do this again?” I looked up at him sweetly.

"Come on, push! The hole is empty, baby has room!" But their dick makes the laboring person's vagina so much smaller.

As they struggle to push the baby out, the person fucking the laborer can feel the pressure on their dick, both from their partner bearing down and from the baby trying to come out.

the situation becomes more apparent the closer you get to the abandoned car— the engine is still running, keys still in it, and deep, throaty groans and frantic screams are drowning out the sounds of the beeping ignition

"hhhhhnnnnngggghhhh- hoo, hoo, gotta p-pushhhhhh!"

you run the rest of the way, reaching the car just as the passenger slide door slams open. the occupant of the seat has their arm draped over the headrest, nails digging into the upholstery as their other hand struggles to pull their shorts down past their hips and thighs. their head is thrown back as they roar with effort, the bulge of the emerging head making a distinct tent in the crotch of the spandex. "mmmmph, burning! o-ohhh, hooo." they inhale deeply as their belly visibly spasms. "o-ohmygod!"

"imgonnahelp," you explain in a rush, words jumbled by a mix of adrenaline and arousal. they dont acknowledge you beyond a simple nod, too busy grunting as the head begins to stretch out the area between their legs more and more.

together, the two of you manage to get their shorts down just far enough for you to see what's going on, and your eyes grow wide as you watch their lips begin to gape in earnest, turning white and bloodless around the width of the skull. "it's coming!" you announce, giving them a shaky smile as they grab behind their thigh and shove down hard.

"crowning!" they yell through gritted teeth. "hoo, hoo, h-holy fuckkk. hnnnnnng!"

"head's almost out!"

between their legs, the skull had crowned to the widest point, stretching them beyond what you had ever thought possible. you could hear the voices of help in the distance, but you werent going anywhere. fluid trickles out around the head and down the birther's legs, and you lick your lips in anticipation, eager to see what would happen next.