The Rougher Explicit Collection of Stories Box Set Compilation

by Amira Bradford

  Cassandra was next in her blue speedo. She fit into that a lot better than the wetsuit. It outlined her large 15 week belly nicely. She still looked slim, but her belly was a feature of her figure. Her breasts were still growing, but were losing the battle with the belly for which extended from her body more. I figured that her belly must be up to at least 43 inches, maybe more. Her athletic build was now definitely lost to a more rounded, maternal look.

  Samantha came down last, wearing a zippered speedo one­ piece. The zipper was half­way zipped, showing all her substantial cleavage. Her nipples and aureole were prominent, but her belly was the most striking feature. Her belly button was right out there in front, following by a large hemisphere of pregnant belly. The spandex of the suit was strained around her belly.

  "That suit's done for," Cassandra remarked.

  "And you were complaining about a wetsuit??" Deidre remarked.

  "Hey now, I've got twins to blame for that!" Cassandra retorted.

  "Do you like my new look?" Samantha asked. "Yes, I do indeed," I replied.

  "So who wins the contest?"

  "Well, you definitely win for biggest belly. Deidre, you win for the most rounded belly, Cassandra, you win for the best pregnant breasts. How's that?"

  "Hey, what's wrong with my boobs?", questioned Samantha.

  "And what's wrong with my belly?" asked Cassandra, wagging her prematurely large belly around.

  "Nothing, I think that you're all beautiful. How could I choose sides?"

  "You're just copping out," said Cassandra.

  "OK, ok. I'll need a closer examination of the facts..." With that, they all stripped, and tried to show me (and one another) their best assets.

  We measured: Samantha did have the biggest belly at 27 weeks and 46 inches, followed by Cassandra, at 14 weeks and 41 inches, and finally Deidre at 19 weeks and 38 inches.

  Chapter 10

  It was Christmas eve, and all three girls had visits with the obstetrician. I went with them. Samantha went first. It was her 32­week visit. From here on out, she'd be seen every other week. Her belly didn't look as though it could get a lot bigger! She laid down on the table, and the doctor examined her. He measured her fundal height. I asked "How big around is she?"

  "Are you the father?" he asked.

  "Yes, I am."

  "Well, it isn't something that we measure, but why not?" He measured the same way that we do. "Hmm, looks like 48 inches. Well, I'd say that things are coming along fine. Your dates still look good, so I'd expect to see you delivering in about eight weeks. Stay healthy." With that he left the room. Samantha got dressed quickly, as I went to the next door down to Deidre's room.

  Deidre had just gotten up onto the table, and pulled the top of her maternity jeans down a little for the impending exam. At 24 weeks, she was getting used to the whole thing. I closed the door behind me, and pulled the curtain closed. "I just saw how he does the exam, it's something like this." I slid my hand slowly down her panties and pleased her a little. She giggled. "Stop that, he'll be in any minute."

  "It'll be a little while, he just got done with Samantha! Don't doctors get coffee between patients or something?" I continued, moving Deidre a little closer to the stratosphere. She squirmed as she tried to be quiet so as not to draw attention to us. As she squirmed close to ecstasy, her belly wiggled in a way that by itself would have given me a stiffy. I'm sure that the baby liked the gentle ride. I stopped just in time as the door opened. I sat down to hide my excited appendage.

  The doctor's face showed it all. "Weren't you just..."

  "Yes, I was, this is my second child in this belly." The stunned look on his face was indescribable.

  "Well, umm, let's see, this is your 24th week. You haven't been gaining as much weight as we'd like, but the baby appears to be doing fine. I'm going to recommend that you try eating more regularly. Try more healthy snacks. And you..." He looked at me. "... try to take better care of her." He left the room slowly and deliberately, as though something were left unsaid.

  "Take care of me?" said Deidre.

  "Ya, I guess... maybe he means like this," I said as my hand went back down her panties. She did that wiggle thing again, her newly protruding bellybutton waving back and forth like a small flag on a round mountain. I used his measuring tape to keep score: 45 inches. She was enjoying all this, but I had another appointment...

  I went into Cassandra's room, where she, like Deidre, was nearly undressed on the table. Her huge twin belly, at 48 inches, matched that of Samantha, who was a full trimester ahead of her! "The doctor's going to love this, I said".

  "I'll bet," said Cassandra. "Anything that I should know about?"

  "Ya, you're as big around as a third­trimester pregnant woman!"

  "You're kidding! I won't be able to walk in my third trimester!"

  The doctor came in, then turned around and left. He came back a few seconds later, with a newly professional look on his face. "Well let's see, we're at 19 weeks with twins. How've you been feeling?"

  "Heavy. I feel heavy."

  "Well, you are, but only because of your children. This is normal. Many women carrying multiples don't make it to their 40th week, so you're likely more than half­way there already." He used the doppler to listen to both heartbeats. "Very good, the babies are doing fine, and there seems to be enough fluid. Fortunately, your body frame is well suited to twins. You may indeed make it until 40 weeks." With that he left the room. I helped her to her feet.

  We went home to a warm, very pregnant, Christmas.

  Chapter 11

  "Oooh!" she said, as Sam was experiencing strong Braxton­Hicks contractions.

  "Don't worry, they're practice contractions. They'll go away soon," I said. I'd been doing my reading. "Most women will have them in the last trimester. Samantha's at 36 weeks by my calculations, so this is normal. If they get too painful though, we should see a doctor."

  "Will we all get those?" Cassandra asked.

  "Probably. They get things in order for delivery," I said. I went back to reading my book on pregnancy and birth. I had to be ready. It was only four weeks away. I figured that after all of this, I'd be a pro. Perhaps it was time for a career change.

  Cassandra, who in her 23rd week, was just a little bigger around than Samantha, came up to my chair and sat in my lap. She nearly crushed me, but I wasn't going to complain too much. I put my hand under her blouse, followed the contour of her belly up to her breasts, and caressed them. They were well on their way to being able to feed two hungry children.

  "We were wondering, would you be willing to sleep with all of us tonight?"

  "Ya, sure, that'd be a lot of fun!" I didn't hesitate.

  "We'll make a bed out of the living room, you can put a fire in the fireplace, and we'll have a fun time together."

  It's not every day that you can have three pregnant women in the same bed with you.

  I built a fire in the fireplace, and as Cassandra had said, the girls made a bed of the entire room. Every pillow and blanket in the house was there. I felt as though I was in a harem ­­ and I suppose that to a certain extent, I was. Samantha came over to me, guided me to a soft spot on the floor, and undressed me. She was wearing a pair of pajamas that were clearly too small to cover her boobs, much less her belly. It was purely erotic.

  Deidre came into the room, lit a couple of candles, and turned out the lights. The warm glow of the fireplace with the candles accentuated her curves, which were covered with a stretch cotton body stocking. The stocking outlined every nuance of her body, but hid her skin from view. Her body was still skinny, but her breasts had grown to be nearly perfect, like perfectly rounded, but over­sized peaches. I knew exactly how they were going to feel in my hands, but couldn't touch just yet. This was just the kind of tease that got me going. She sat down next to me and started rubbing my cock.

  Down the stairs came Cassandra, her belly leading the way. She was wearing a fishnet body stocking that was clearly straining under
the pressure exerted by her belly. The openings in the net were like a lines on a contour map, showing how the curves of her breasts and belly went from flat to round. The stocking was open at her crotch ­­ a clear sign that she was expecting one of the rest of us to do something ­­ I was dearly hoping that she wanted a piece of me.

  The three of us didn't spend too much time dressed. I think that we all eventually made love in some way to each of the rest of us.

  Chapter 12

  She called early in the morning and told me that it was coming soon. I drove all the way thinking about Samantha. She was almost a week overdue now, and measuring in at a full 50 inches ­­ just plain huge. When I got there, she was on the couch surrounded by two women who were more than just helpers ­­ they were students.

  Her skin was almost translucent from all the stretching. What had once been a nice, normal belly, was distended into a huge sphere containing a human being. The changes that her body had undergone were mind boggling, and it was coming to an end.

  As I came in, Deidre and Cassandra left the room to afford us some privacy. "It's going to be just fine honey," I told here. "People do this every day, remember?"

  "Not me, I don't do this every day!"

  "You will today. It's going to be fine." "Do you know what I want?"

  "What's that," I asked.

  "I want to make love one more time before my belly goes away. Making love with a huge belly is challenging, but a lot of fun. I'm going to miss that more than anything."

  "I know what you mean. When I met you, I'd never made love to a pregnant woman before, although I was curious. Now that I've done so, making love to a women who's not pregnant will just never be the same." I kissed here. She moved her legs to the side of the couch so that I could penetrate her. As I did, she moaned. "Did that hurt?"

  "No, it feels awesome. Come on baby, make love to me," she pleaded tiredly. Afterward, I helped her up. When she stood, her belly was like a round shelf. Under her belly, you'd stay dry in a rainstorm. I moved my hands around her belly and under her belly. As she moved, her body seemed to rotate around the belly, as though the belly were moving her. She gently pushed me onto the floor, then carefully lowered her heavy belly down, with her body following. She mounted me slowly. Her belly touched my chest as she leaned to put my dick into her. Slowly, she moved up and down in a gentle yet deliberate manner of lovemaking. I couldn't reach her breasts, but her belly was so close that I could almost lick her belly button. We then got up, picked up her suitcase, and went to the hospital. Our daughter Christine was born late that night.

  Chapter 13

  Deidre and Cassandra were home taking care of Christine while Samantha and I went out for the afternoon and dinner. I took her to a nice place in San Francisco so that she could get some rest and relaxation.

  "My boobs are going to explode," she said over dessert.

  "Hmm?" I couldn't believe that she said that.

  "Ya, without Christine to drink the milk, it just stores up! They're going to explode. It's been 12 hours since she ate last!"

  "Does it hurt?"

  "Ya, it hurts. It's almost like having to pee, but there isn't a place to get rid of excess milk!"

  "Sure there is," I said playfully.

  "Well, I suppose...." She had caught on.

  We paid the bill, and went to the handicap restroom at the restaurant. It was private, and we definitely needed privacy for this. I locked the door, and when I turned toward her, she had already started to take off her leather jacket. The white cotton knit sweater that she was wearing was wet with milk. I helped her remove it, then the bra. Her bra, over­sized for just this sort of eventuality, was straining to contain her breasts. When I pulled the bra off, her breasts didn't drop the way normal breasts do, they stayed there like rocks! The pressure of the milk held them taught like overfilled balloons! Also, normally breasts point basically forward. Well, her breasts were so engorged that they pointed out to the sides a little, strictly following the contour of her chest. When viewed from the front, they had their own profile too, they were bloated on the sides too! I had never seen breasts like that before.

  "Careful, they're really tender."

  "OK," I said. I didn't want to make her mad doing what I desperately wanted to do. I put my hands on them. They were hard, solid, almost as though they were made of warm, soft marble. As soon as I touched them, milk began to drip from them. I couldn't keep up with the flow. She let one drip into a sink while I licked the warm milk from the other. As soon as I had one breast under control, I moved on to the other. I must have has about two pints of breast milk in that restaurant that night. As we left, she rubbed some milk out of my hair.

  "Thanks, I needed that!"

  "You're welcome, I needed that too.

  We got back late that night. Samantha got Christine and went to bed with her. I climbed into bed with Deidre and Cassandra, who were sleeping together. I put my arm around Cassandra. It wasn't possible to get my arm all the way around her in bed anymore, so I turned over and put my arm around Deidre, who was more reasonably sized. I lay there thinking that Deidre was only 4 weeks away, and Cassandra was nine weeks away. In nine weeks, it'd all be over. I was glad when Deidre woke up and asked me to tease her some. We made love quietly while Cassandra slept.

  In the morning, I got up and made breakfast. Samantha was already awake and feeding Christine. Deidre came down a few minutes later.

  "Cassandra is hungry, did you make any for her?"

  "Ya, tell her I'll be up in a few minutes." Cassandra had been asked by the doctor to take it easy. Her belly was colossal by any standard, 55 inches around at the largest point. Her skin was so tight that it looked more like a round drum head than a pregnant belly. She had to stop driving her jeep a few weeks prior because she couldn't reach the pedals with the seat back as far as it needed to be to fit her belly! I went up with breakfast. She ate fast, trying to keep her babies satisfied with nutrition. "Come here," she asked. I went to her bedside. She pulled me down and kissed me, while she put her hand on my sweatpant shorts. She pushed her hand into the leg hole and grabbed my cock gently but firmly. "I want to make love, right now. Go close the door." I complied. "Help me up."

  As she stood, the immense weight of her belly was apparent as it seemed to move on its own! In spite of being athletic, the belly was getting the best of her. She rubbed her belly up and down, and it seemed to respond by moving up and down a little. I lay down, and she got on top of me. When she leaned forward to let me suck on her boobs, her belly pushed on mine, making it nearly impossible to breathe! We made love, which she seemed to entirely enjoy.

  Chapter 14

  The thing that slowed us down most going to the hospital with Deidre was getting Cassandra and her 57 inch belly into the car. It was a good thing that my car had some space, since Samantha's Del Sol wasn't enough for 3, Deidre rode a motorcycle, and Cassandra's jeep wasn't running well. We thought that Deidre should probably not take the bike with a 51 inch girth.

  After a long delivery, I was the proud father of a second daughter.

  Later that night as Cassandra and I lay awake in bed, we wondered what her delivery would be like. I caressed her round, firm breasts, massaged her huge belly, and excited her with my fingers. She was loving it. She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and looked at me. I looked at her belly drooping nearly to the mattress as her luscious breasts hung like full water balloons downward. I cupped them in my hands as if to take some of the weight burden away. She crawled on top of me, sitting up so as to make enough room for her belly. Slowly she made love to me. I rubbed her belly with lotion as we made love. Her strokes were slow and deliberate, since it took her a lot of effort to move her heavy belly up and down.

  After we were done, she was still on top looking down at me. "Thank you so much for this," as she stroked her belly. This is what I've always wanted. I hope that after this, you'll stay with us. None of us can imaging not having you with us."

 
"I'd love to. I love you all so much, and I love my daughters too."

  "Oooohhh!" She was having a contraction. All she could do was to pant a little. As soon as it was over, she lay down. It was time. After 36 weeks, the twins had decided that they were ready.

  By noon on April 12th, I was the proud father of a new little girl and boy.

  I stayed with our extended family, and continue to enjoy watching our kids grow up together. I never married though, since that'd be unfair to two other women who I loved dearly. Later that year, we Deidre and Samantha both conceived again, and the year after that, Cassandra conceived once again. We now have 7 kids, which isn't too tough with four parents!

  The End.

  The Leonids

  I guess this starts out to be a quest, but turns into an adventure I had never thought would happen to me in million years. You see, something like this experience doesn't normally happen to a man who will be 40 years old in a few months.

  Leonids. A once a year event, if seen in clear skies, is a rare and unique experience. The streaks across the sky are more than the combined viewings of a lifetime of stargazing and happening to view the random meteors that enter the earth's atmosphere.

  The trek was on, I was encased in a light polluted urban sprawl, and absolutely had to try to find some dark skies in which to view something that won't come again in such intensity, until the year 2099. Just before dark, I escaped my cocoon of an apartment in search of remote airspace. The air was quite chilly and I brought some extra clothes and a warm jacket on the off-chance I were to get cold, and I included a small bottle of my favorite single-malt for some enhanced warmth perception, as well as my .45 and two loaded magazines. Since I was going out by myself I just wanted to be prepared for almost any situation.

  I stopped at the gas station/convenience store near the apartment complex to fill the tank on the rental car and went inside for some liquid refreshment of my own. As I was choosing and perusing the bottled refreshment selection, I overheard these two people talking about a viewing area, and that several large wide angle telescopes would be setup there for close-up observation. From their description of the area, it was north west of the city and was about 35 miles away from where I was, so I begged my pardon for eavesdropping, and asked directions to this site. The man and woman were very friendly and told me I could follow them, as they were to meet a few other people and were going to caravan to the site. The couple was approximately my age, obviously attached, and seemed to want me to join them. And damn it, it sounded like a good time to me; breaking out of my self imposed hermitage tonight was a must-do on my agenda. I just didn't realize at this time how much of a break-out I was about to experience over the next 24 hours.