Bayou Bliss - Breeding and Birth

Mama taught me the secret bliss only found deep in the bayou. Like her mama taught her, like all the women in our village teach their daughters. This has gone on for over two hundred years.

For my first time I only sat and watched mama strip naked and slip into the dark waters and cry out for a long time as it happened to her. Then full and exhausted, she climbed up onto the dock of our little fishing shack careful of her swollen belly. Then shivered and moaned under her blankets until she birthed the critters. The birthing shocked me until I realized mama was cumming hard birthing, same as she was cumming hard when her belly got filled tight.

She came harder than I ever did with my fingers, harder than I did when I let boys fuck me.

"It's our little secret, Carrie-Jo." she told me then, lying so peaceful and happy and so sleepy when it was done, "You'll teach your daughter and she'll teach hers."

"Will you teach Bethany?" I asked her about my little sister.

"When her time comes." mama said, "When she's ripe like you are."

But mama passed before she could teach Bethany, so that fell to me.

Tonight I bring my little sister with me to the bayou, poling our little boat to our fishing shack. She's old enough now to learn; her tits came in a couple years ago and I can hear her frigging herself in the room we share back home. Even though she muffles herself with her pillow I can hear her cumming and she does it every night, so she's a horny little thing and ready to learn about the bayou.

I told her that no matter what, this time she's not to go in the dark water and she's only to watch me from the shack's doorway. I told her not to be afraid no matter what she sees or hears.

"Is it sex?" Bethany asked.

"Yes. It's sex. But nothing you've ever imagined." I told her, "It's the best sex you'll ever have, and you'll know why when it's your turn."

"When will that be?"

"Next time we come here in the night."

Then I stripped down and put my clothes inside the shack, bringing out the blankets I'll need when I come back out of the water.

"The blankets stink." she said, "They stink like the bayou and like sex."

"Yes, they stink. And I'll stink too." I told her, "You'll come to love that stink." And I have; the raw hormonal smell of the blankets awakens the hunger in my core.

"Why's your belly pooched out like that?" she asked me, looking at my little pot on the bottom of my belly; an outward curve from my belly button to my crotch.

"You'll see." I told her, "And you'll get your own when you start taking your turn."

And I slipped into the cold water, holding to the edge of the dock, relishing the coolness of the bayou against my skin; my body overheated from poling our little boat so far to our shack.

"Now watch and listen," I tell Bethany, "and don't be scared."

I'd been holding my bladder all the way from home and now in the cool water I let it go, sighing from the relief as the cold water turns warm around my inner thighs, aroused as my piss flaps vibrate my clit as I stream.

It's how we call the critters; the hormones in our pee telling them there's a fertile female awaiting attention.

It only takes a couple minutes before I felt the critter's big snakelike arms slithering up my legs and around my belly to hold me. I love being held by them, it feels like I'm being gently forced like I'm held in the arms of a powerful lover. Then comes the two arms that are going to give me so much pleasure; one filling my puss and the other stretching open my bumhole, sliding and squirming deep in my large intestine, slick and playful as it coils and moves in my belly.

And when it begins I cry out and when I start cumming I scream like a desperate slut.

I always scream, not because I'm afraid or in pain but because what they make me feel is overwhelming.

Both arms are inside me; thick and slick and squishy. The one in my puss is grinding firm against my cervix, squirting its cum into my womb, plumping it and making me feel pregnant with a rush of hormones. Shiver bumps spread over my belly and chest, my tits swelling and my nipples buzzing electric as they pucker. But it's the one in my bumhole that delivers the incredible sexual craziness that drives me wild and makes me scream.

I feel the sputtering of the eggs filling my empty bowels carried deep by gushing waves of cum. My belly bloats large as the creature's cum fills me tight with its eggs. Eggs that will become fertile inside my belly and grow fat until they hatch and I birth them.

And the birth ... how I crave the birth more than anything

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I'm barely conscious when the creatures long sinuous arms slither out of my belly and puss and it's all I can do to pull myself up onto the dock.

My bloated belly's buoyancy helps.

Flopping onto my back, feeling the weight of my bloated bowels and shivering now from the cold, I gasp; "... blankets ... Bethany, please ... blankets ..."

I relish the care Bethany gives me; covering my body with the blankets, tucking them under and over me except for my swollen belly; a belly that now holds a growing inner heat as the eggs are fertilized.

Bethany slides her hand over the large lump of my belly, feeling the lumpy eggs that fill me as my bowels gurgle and undulate.

"What are they?" she asks.

"... eggs ..." I whisper, lost in the fog of arousal as the warmth builds inside me, "... just watch and don't be afraid ... it all feels so good."

"Are you going to push them out like a baby?"

"... no, baby girl ..." I murmur as the fertilized eggs begin to grow, "... just watch and know the birthing is ecstasy ..."

I am lost in a sexual delirium as each egg is invaded by the cum in my belly and in turn each egg swells, making my belly stretch more, pleasure flowing through me. I feel cum flowing upward, gurgling through my bowels, finding and filling my stomach. I regurgitate a mouthful of cum and spit it in the water, savouring the musky taste.

I love the critters that do this to me with all of my heart.

In the distance we hear splashing and a woman's voice crying out in orgasm.

"There's other girls?" Bethany asks, surprised.

"... many ..." I whisper as my fugue pulls me deep inside myself so aware of the new life growing in my belly and the slow throb of my g-spot and my swollen clit brushing against the blanket. I enjoy this gestation knowing my reward when my quickening comes.

When mama showed me, she only lasted an hour on the dock before her violent birthing began, and watching her begin I felt sick to my stomach until I understood her ecstasy.

For me the gestation feels like an endless erotic dream and I only begin to awaken when I feel the fertilized eggs begin to vibrate in my belly. I think of them as guppies wriggling inside their thin eggshells longing to seek their destiny in the cold bayou waters.

I reach up and cup my full tits, twirling my nipples between my fingertips. After a minute my right hand is gentled away and I feel Bethany's lips close over the nipple and suck. I feel the buzzing and love her for nursing from me.

"Milk." she whispers as she lifts off then resumes sucking.

"Yes, baby girl." I whisper back.

My belly is gurgling with their frantic activity as I feel their eggs begin to pop open one by one to be released inside my belly and my orgasms start coming in waves again. Though a few will wriggle downward through my loose bumhole, most swim upward through the twists and turns of my small intestine to gather in my stomach for their birth.

I feel Bethany grip my hand as she stares at my rolling bloated belly.

"... don't ... be ... afraid of the birth ..." I grunt between desperate swallows, "... it's ecstasy ..."

And it is ecstasy as I feel more and more guppies crowd into my stomach from below, making my mouth water in anticipation, my entire belly a riot of motion from bumhole to gullet.

It's coming ... oh god, it's coming

I lay my head back and lift my chin, straightening my throat and opening my mouth wide preparing for the birth as the pressure builds. My stomach begins to squirm and I feel guppies wriggling at the bottom of my gullet. I take a deep shuddering breath and release all control.

I gag and heave then feel my gullet grow loose and open as the desperate guppies slither upward and my stomach convulses hard. Their soft bodies wriggle soft and slick up my throat out of my belly, regurgitated into the cold bayou water, their fat little bodies playing havoc with the root of my tongue. With each guttural heave, more wriggle into my stomach from below.

Bethany is clutching my hand as she retches in sympathy and I squeeze it to let her know I am lost in a total body orgasm that flows from my belly past my lips. For long minutes I vomit wave after wave of the slimy critters, emptying my belly until I've birthed this brood of hundreds. My body is still singing as I grow still, my tits still swollen, my nipples still puckered and electric from the hormones still in my body.

My stomach fees hollow after the explosive birthing, and I slump limp and spent, gagging on a guppy wriggling up my gullet until I spit it out and feeling the last few wriggle out of my bumhole to splash into the water below.

Bethany snuggles against my flaccid body, pressing her mound against my hip.

"I want this." she whispers.

"I know, baby." I answer back, holding her tight to me, "I know."

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