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Date: Sat, 27 Apr 1996 01:20:50 UTC
Subject: Knocking-up Karen (mf, nc, PREG) A BLUE MAX STORY
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        Knocking-up Karen. A BLUE MAX story.

My sister-in-law despises me. Hates me - always has. She
hates me even more now that her skirts don't fit round
her bulging tummy. Yes, I reckon I knocked her up good
and proper and I now have another bastard to my credit.
That makes twenty-seven!

My mission in life is to knock-up as many tarts as possible
and put babies into their tummies. The more they hate me and
the less they want my baby, the more I enjoy banging them
up and giving them something to remember me by. I love
the thought of hurting them months and years after I have
left the scene. I enjoy the thought of their agony and
anguish as they bring up the child they never wanted. The
child that was planted in them by a man they despise and
loathe.

That really turns me on.

I'm not fussy what method I use. Deception, blackmail,
promises (which I never keep) - just as long as the job
gets done. Once they're banged-up, I hang around long
enough to ensure they pass their 'abort-by date' and
then I ditch them. They spend the next six months with
their bellies getting gradually larger. Eventually they
squeeze my baby out from between their legs.

Sometimes, if I'm lucky, I get another shot up the tube
and give them a second (or even a third) baby to
remember me by. They hate it, but they don't get any
choice. These little tarts were made for breeding.

Take my sister-in-law, Karen. A right little tart, if ever there
was one. She used to dress in short black mini-skirts
and black tights. A right tease. When she bent over, the skirt
would ride up over her bottom and she'd flash her shapely ass
and knickers at me. She used to love to tease me in this
way and never missed a chance to give me a hard-on whenever
I visited. She also wore loose blouses and I could often see
her tits when she bent forward.

She's twenty-three, with long blonde hair and lovely green
eyes. She's been been married to my brother Dave for
five years now, but for some reason, she took an instant dislike to
me and has always despised and even hated me. I heard this via
a mutual friend. It's probably because I'm always mentally
undressing her whenever I see her. Women don't like this, but
it serves the little bitches right for dressing so provocatively.

As soon as I saw her all those years ago I had her ear-marked
for my breeding squad. I had already banged-up ten tarts, and
I vowed she would give me a baby one day and the more she
grew to hate me, the more I knew I just had to knock her up.
It took five years but I finally made it and she is now six
months pregnant with our first child. Of course Dave (my brother)
thinks it's his and I plan to give Karen a couple more kids in
the coming years - particularly now that she hates my guts for
forcing her to get knocked up by me.

Here's how it happened...

Dave has got a few problems. He drinks a lot, and also
gambles. He's a member of a local casino, and despite
everyone (including me) telling him it's a mug's game, he
gradually became addicted. I knew he was in trouble because
he never had any money. He had to sell his car, and he and
Karen were forced to leave their house and move to a much
smaller one due to debt. I make loads of money and that's
probably another reason why Karen hates me. The contrast.

So one day the telephone rings and it's Karen. Now she
hardly EVER calls me. If she does. it's just to speak to
Dave when he's round my place. So I'm quite surprised to
hear her voice on the end of the telephone.

"Er.. hi Brian, it's Karen."

"Karen! It must be Thursday and you're calling for our
regular little chit-chat!"

"Ha ha. O.K., cut the crap Brian. I need your help."

"What's up?"

"It's David. He's really done it this time. He lost
10K at Alberto's last night. We're stuffed. They want
to reclaim the house and we'll be on the streets. Not that
you fucking care you pig."

"Karen, Karen, is this any way to ask your favourite
brother-in-law for a loan?"

She took a deep breath.

"O.k., o.k., sorry. Look....we're in the shit. Can you
help us out?"

Suddenly I knew I had her.

"I'm not sure. Come round at eight tonight and we'll
talk about it."

"Umm.. o.k., I'll see you at eight..."

"Oh Karen...?"

"Yes?"

"Wear your short mini-skirt and black tights. No knickers
under your tights. The loose fitting blouse and no bra."

"Fuck right off you pervert! Who the hell do you think
you're talking too?"

"O.K. Bye Karen..."

"No. No. Wait... don't hang up...."

She breathed quickly and there was panic in her voice.
They must be in real trouble.

There was a long pause.

"O.k. But don't get any funny ideas. I wouldn't bed you
if you were the last man alive."

"Karen, darling. Don't try to win my cooperation by
flattery."

"Piss off you moron. I'll see you at eight. Have
the money ready, and no funny ideas."

With that, she hung up. Such a charmer.

My heart was racing. Here was my long-awaited chance
to bang her sexy little cunt until she conceived. I would
have a little bit of trouble persuading her, but by the tone of
her voice I knew that she was really desperate for the money.

The bell rang at 8p.m. on the dot. I opened the door and
looked at the picture of lust which greeted me. Karen had
taken care with her make-up and hair. Her long blonde
tresses hung over her shoulders and a single wisp fell
down over her forehead giving her a little girl look.
She wore a short, skimpy black mini-skirt and black tights.
Her pure white silk blouse was open at the top two buttons
and I could see her bare breasts jiggling through the fabric.

She had been a good tart and followed my instructions exactly.

I savoured her as she stood in the doorway. I visualised the
little egg in her womb just waiting to be mated by a torrent
of my sperm. Somehow I knew that she would leave my flat as
a mummy - a baby planted firmly in her young belly.

"Come in Karen. You look lovely."

"Fuck off. Have you got the money?"

"Yes."

"Right then. Let's get this over with. What do you
want? A quick feel of my tits? Go ahead you disgusting
pervert. Get on with it and I can go home."

"Sorry Karen. For 10k you're going to have to do a lot
more than that."

She paused and looked at me with pure hatred.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Come into the bedroom and I'll show you."

"You bastard!" She spat, eyes flashing.

"There's the front door, if you want to go." I said, pointing.

She hesitated, then said "O.k., let's get this over with."

She walked quickly ahead of me and into the bedroom where
she lay back on the bed, legs together and arms rigidly
down by her side. Her tiny skirt had ridden up over her
thighs and I could just see her crotch as I walked into
the room. The tights were stretched over her school-girl
like pubes which I could clearly see through the material.

No knickers. Just like I asked.

Without cermony I lay on top of her, still fully clothed.
I went to kiss her, but she kept her lips firmly pressed
together. Good. I love it when they do this. In fact my
favourite game is 'rape the tart until she's pregnant'.

As I lay on top of her, she instinctively clasped her
legs together. I put my crotch over hers and began
little fucking motions. We were both still clothed.

I pressed on with the kissing. In return, she spat at
me. "Hurry up you bastard. Come in your pants if you
must, but get it over with."

I continued to dry-hump her, knowing that I had no
intention of coming in my pants. Instead, I fully
intended to cream her young womb for her.

After five minutes of kissing and humping, her female
instincts took over and she opened her mouth and legs
slightly. That was more like it.

I continued to fuck up and down on top of her and I
could tell that she was slowly getting a little bit
turned on by the sexy little return thrusts she made
now and then.

I reached down between us and unzipped myself. My large
erect cock sprang free at once and jutted straight up
against her crotch. Her eyes opened.

"W..what are you doing?"

"Getting my cock out; what do you think?"

"Surely you're not...you're not...I mean.. I
didn't say we could do...that."

"What you say doesn't count, Karen. I'm the one with
the money, and if you want the loan, you'll do exactly
as I say."

She realised her situation and she stared at me with a
look of complete loathing. She closed her eyes again.

"O.k., but you're not allowed inside me. I'm not on
the pill and in any case I don't want your stinking
cock in my cunt."

Poor tart. She still hadn't realised.

I positioned the head of my prick against the gusset
of her tights where it was stretched around her pubes -
and pushed hard. A full inch of my prick vanished into
her vagina, fully ensheathed with the material of her
tights. Her eyes popped open again in astonishment.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? I'm not
protected! Get that cock out of my slit you moron!"

"I'm using your tights as a condom, Karen. That
should be enough protection."

With that, I started to fuck her relentlessly. Due to
the give in her tights, I managed to get about two inches
of tight-covered cock into her with each stroke. It was
an incredible sensation! Of course, I knew that tights
were porous, and so did she.

"Get off me now, you bastard!" She yelled, and bucked
against me to try and shake me off. "Don't come in my
tights! It'll seep through and make me pregnant!"

"You're right Karen. It would be a shame to mess up
these tights."

With that, I treached down to her crotch, up under her
little skirt, and ripped a small hole in her tights,
right at the crotch. Then with one quick push, I buried
my prick right into her, pulled her close to me and lay
absolutely still.

She howled.

"G..get off me! Brian, I'm not joking! For fuck's sake
get your prick out of me! If you come in me now I'll
end up having your bastard."

I lay perfectly still as she thrashed around under me on the
bed. The sensation was delicious. Suddenly, I grabbed her
hair and pulled it sharply back. Her eyes opened in fear
and pain as she looked at me.

"Listen Karen, you stupid cunt. Do you think you can come
here and get ten grand off me for a quick feel of your
pathetic tits? No chance. I want something really worthhile
for my money. And I want to pay you back for all the times
you've been nasty to me. Believe me KAren, you're going to
pay for the rest of your life."

She looked really frightened at this sudden change.

"What do you want?"

I paused to savour the moment.

"In a minute Karen, I'm going to fuck you really slowly.
My cock is going to bang into the entrance of your womb,
time after time after time. You'll probably get a little
bit turned on, even though you'll hate what is going to
happen to you. Then, when I'm ready, I'm going to pull
your tarty body really close to me, push right into the
depths of your cunt, kiss you and spunk straight into
your womb. The object is to make you pregnant, Karen.
You're going to have my baby, whether you like it or not.
I'm going to fuck you tonight, tomorrow night and for the
next two weeks until you're a good little slut and
conceive for me."

She started to cry.

"Please Brian. Don't. Please don't make me have a baby.
What will David say? I'll do anything you want.
Do you want me to suck you? I'll do that for you Brian.
It'll be good. Honest. But don't knock me up. It's the
worst possible time in my cycle. Even one small squirt of
sperm will knock me up. I'm not protected Brian. Please take
your baby-maker out of me. Please?"

She had developed a 'little-girl' voice in the hope of getting
around me. No chance. I started my slow fucking.

"Take it out of me NOW you bastard!" She spat in my face, suddenly
changing her tune.

I stopped.

"Karen; if you want me to stop, all you have to do is
say 'ENOUGH' and I'll stop immediately and let you
go. You don't get the loan though. If I don't hear you say
that word, I'll assume you want me to go ahead and
impregnate you."

"You...you...absolute piece of SCUM!!" She screamed.

I was still embedded deep in her cunt with the end of my
cock nudging against her womb entrance.

"Sorry? Did I hear you say 'enough'?"

"You utter, utter BASTARD. I'll never forgive you. I'll
have an abortion!"

"Oh, sorry Karen, I forgot to mention three more rules.
Firstly, no abortions. You get half the money when I confirm
that you're knocked-up, and the other half in four months,
when it's too late for a termination."

She sputtered..."And the third rule?"

"Oh yes. The most important one. You're going to beg
me to put a baby in your tummy. Now, and for the next
two weeks until you miss your period. You're coming
here every night and we're going to do this every
night for two weeks. You're going to beg me, Karen,
so you may as well start now."

I began to slowly fuck in and out of the hole in her
tights.

"Never! Never you bastard! Get it over with if you must,
but I'll never beg you."

Suddenly I withdrew my cock and stood up. I quickly
zipped myself up. The speed with which I did this
caught her by surprise. She remained lying on the
bed, legs apart, min-skirt pulled up and her naked
cunt clearly showing through the hole I had ripped in
her tights.

"O.K.," I said, "Off you go then. If you can't abide
by my rules, then the game's over. No loan. I hope you
and Dave can raise the money elsewhere.

She sat up on the edge of the bed and stared at me
in panic. A couple of minutes passed.

"Er..., o.k., you can...um...do it to me."

"Sorry. Too late. I've gone off the idea anyway. See
you around, Karen."

"Look. I've said you can do me. Fuck me 'till I'm
pregnant. Isn't that enough for you?" She said, sulkily.

I walked to the flat door and opened it. "Goodbye, Karen."

She stood up slowly; thinking all the time. She was in
a real panic and I knew she desperately needed that money.
She walked slowly towards me. When she reached me she slowly
shut the flat door and put her arms around me. She rested
her lovely head against my shoulder and wriggled her crotch
against mine, hating every second. I could tell she was crying,
but she kept her face hidden. Eventually, she controlled
her tears enough to whisper into my ear.

"Brian...(sniff)... there's something very special I want
you to give me.. (sniff) something which will last and last."

"What is it Karen? Tell me?"

She paused and gathered all her courage. She pulled me a little
closer and whispered into my ear again.

"I...I want you to..g.give me your baby, Brian."

"How would you like me to do that, Karen?"

"W.well (sniff)..I..I'd like you to take out your baby-maker,
lie me down on the bed, and slip your thing into this hole
in my tights." Here, she guided my hand between her legs and
made me stick a finger through the hole and into her slightly
moist cunt. "Then, I'd really like you to f.fuck my cunt until
your baby-maker gets ready to squirt."

"What then, Karen?"

"Then (gulp) I.I'd like you to f.fuck me hard until your
baby-maker goes into my womb, and shoots me full of your
virile seed. I want you to make me pregnant, Brian. Knock
me up with your baby girl." She put my hand flat onto her tummy.
"Here, Brian. Make my tummy big for me. Make a baby girl
inside me. I want your baby."

This was too much for me. To have this beautiful blonde tart
whispering filth like this into my ear was altogether too
much. I grabbed her hand and led her back to the bedroom.
I threw her onto the bed and as she landed, her skirt rucked
all the way up exposing her crotch.

"Unzip me Karen!"

She reached forward and slowly unzipped my pants. My seven
inch cock sprang free immediately.

"What do you call that, Karen?"

"Y..your baby-maker."

"And where's it going to go?"

"In m.my c.cunt?"

"Correct. And what's it going to do there?"

"M.make a b.baby in my womb..." She started crying again so
I took this opportunity to position my knob-end at the hole
in her tights and then rammed my cock straight home to
the hilt in one sudden motion.

Then I started a slow, fucking motion in which I
withdrem my cock right to the end, and then slowly
fed it back to her, inch after inch, only stopping
when I felt the end knocking at the door of her
womb.

"Now Karen. Start begging - and make it good."

She took a deep breath and resigned herself to her
fate.

"Please give me your baby, Brian. Bang that nasty old
baby-maker into my tarty cunt and spray a baby girl
into my belly." She even started humping back against
me at this point. "Please Brian. Please. I'm totally
vulnerable at the moment. I'm not protected. Spunk
inside me and plant your seed into my womb. There's
a little egg just waiting for your spunk. Come on.
Do it. Knock me up good. Make my skirts tight. Do it!"

Suddenly I grabbed her and held her close, my
cock embedded to the hilt and banging against
the small opening to her womb. I kissed her full
on the lips and forced my tongue into her mouht. Her
eyes flew open at the pain of me forcing my cock
into her womb.

Then I erupted.

Stream after stream of virlile living sperm shot
out of the end of my cock and straight into her
womb. I just came and came and came, encouraged
by the thought that she was conceiving right at
that moment. I shot it so far up her that no amount
of douching would get rid of it, and in any case,
I had a further surprise for her...

"Have a baby, Karen. There you go....little tart.
Feel it squirting in your womb? Thats's a male cock
raping a child into you. I'll give you something to
remember me by. Something which will last and last.
Your belly is going to swell right up you little cunt.
Take it!"

She felt every single spurt in the beck of her cunt
and I knew that she realised that she had been
knocked-up by a man she hated. Now that the deed
was done, the look in her eyes was one of murder.

"Alright. You've done it. Now get off me and let
me go to the bathroom. I'm dying for a pee."

I knew what she was up to. She still hoped to be
able to wash the sperm away.

"Sorry Karen. I forgot the last rule. You lie
here for ten minutes with my cock inside you.
Just to let the sperm do its work."

She closed her eyes and groaned, knowing that
she had truly been caught. We lay there in
silence for five minutes, with my sperm swimming
strongly towards her waiting egg.

"Look Brian, I really do have to pee badly. I'm
bursting."

I pressed my weight harder onto her bladder.

"Go ahead. I don't mind you wetting my bed. In fact,
you're not going anywhere until you do."

"W.what? Haven't you had enough?"

I fell silent. Ten more minutes went by during which
one lucky sperm found her egg and buried its way inside.
As we lay there, she fell pregnant with a baby girl.

She started to wriggle under me. I knew she was desperate.
After a short while, she went very quiet. Then I felt her
relax and was rewarded by the sound of hissing and a rapidly
forming damp patch on the bed underneath us. She went red, but
kept on pissing and pissing. Eventually the flood subsided.

"Now please let me get up and douche. It might not be too late."

"You want to douche? Allow me!" I held her close to me again
and kissed her full on the mouth. I think she was taken by
surprise as she thought it must surely be all over. She was
even more surprised when I started pissing inside her cunt.
She struggled like mad, But I held onto her really tight and
pissed and pissed up her cunt until her slit was full of
smelly urine. It overflowed and made the bed even wetter.

Eventually I let her go. She screamed and leapt off the bed.
All the urine I had pumped into her cunt came gushing out
into her tights and ran down her legs. She grabbed her skirt
amd made for the door, spitting with rage. A well knocked-up
little piss-filled slut. Just the way I like 'em.

"Same time tomorrow!" I yelled, as she slammed the door.

A BLUE MAX STORY.



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