"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.
Theatre Fun
The theatre was dark with a single spotlight centered on the two figures on the stage. It was the final act, and Jayne realized with a start, that she had missed most of the dialogue that had passed between the actors. Instead, her focus had been on the slow rhythmic sound of Steve's steady breathing and the warmth emanating from his closeness. The faint masculine scent of his body teased her and flooded her senses with intoxicating arousal.
She glanced surrept
itiously at him. Her deep green eyes swept over his face then drifted down the seat, admiring again the strong line of his jaw, his finely chiseled features and his hard body clad in a tuxedo.
"Stop it Jayne!" she chided herself. "You're acting like a school girl."
Looking back towards the stage her mind continued it's torturous debate. Yes, she was indeed behaving like a girl on her first date. This was so unlike her, not at all like the cool sophisticated woman she knew herself to be. It was not as though they hadn't been out before. Since being introduced to Steve at a dinner party, they had chatted on the phone, had been out for lunch and had met for drinks.
He was articulate, intelligent and had a wicked sense of humor. Jayne sensed though, that underneath his smooth polish and charm, there was a deeply sexual and perhaps even ruthless side to him. She had learned that he was in the film and television business, and she wondered idly how many hopeful starlets he had fucked in his life. There was no doubt in her mind that Steve was a worldly and sexually experienced stud. Truthfully though, he had always behaved in a proper and gentlemanly manner with her; even when he flirted openly and undressed her with his dark intense eyes.
Jayne kept feeling that there was something different about this evening. From the time she had slipped in next to him at the back of the chauffeur-driven stretch limousine, she had felt an undeniable sexual heat between them.
Her mind wandered back to the intermission when Steve had walked over to the bar to fetch drinks. She had noticed the way his body moved and how the tailored pants fit snugly over his tight ass. Her breath caught sharply at the memory of the long lingering look he had given her and the way his strong fingers casually caressed her hand as she took the drink from him.
Jayne moved slightly in the seat, aware suddenly that she was feeling decidedly warm in her short black stretch velvet evening dress. She had chosen it carefully for their date. It was sexy but understated, showing off her curves and some cleavage, while leaving enough to the imagination. She crossed her long tanned legs and shifted restlessly, trailing a finger up to her throat where she felt her pulse point throbbing steadily. Then she let her fingers slide down, convinced that she would find a trickle of perspiration nestled between her exposed cleavage. The silky smooth skin between her breasts was dry, and she breathed a small sigh of relief.
Steve looked towards her and smiled. "Are you okay," he whispered, his hand brushing lightly against her thigh.
"Yes," she nodded, her skin burning from his touch.
A shiver passed through her as she imagined Steve touching her body, using his tongue to pleasure her and to lick sweat and juice from her private crevices. A vivid image of his turgid cock fucking her seared into her brain. Jayne needed him to pound her deeply, to use her, to pleasure her and she wanted to be the most alluring, exciting and unforgettable fuck that he had ever had. Her pussy throbbed excitedly as she felt a deep stab of desire and the unmistakable sensation of spreading moisture. Oh God, she thought, my pussy is seeping already! A sudden burst of thundering applause jolted her out of her thoughts as the curtain dropped and the show ended.
"I need to freshen up in the ladies room," she said, as they stepped into the crowded foyer of the theatre. And regain my composure! She thought silently.
"Sure, meet me up front, I'll have the driver bring the car around," Steve replied, flashing her a slow sexy smile.
Cold water gushed over her hands and wrists as Jayne glanced at the reflection in the mirror. Her lustrous brown hair, flecked with natural red streaks cascaded around her shoulders. She barely noticed the wild fevered look in her green eyes and the deep red color that had flooded her full mouth. What was really difficult to ignore was the outline of her stiffened nipples poking obscenely through the sensuous texture of her dress. She ran her flattened palms over the top of the dress, straightening the fabric, but further arousing her already engorged nipples.
This gesture did not go unnoticed by an attractive blonde woman who was applying lipstick at the mirror across from her. Jayne snapped her purse shut, just as the restroom cleared and she walked towards the door.
"Excuse me, but can you help me?" the blonde woman called.
"Yes, what is it?" Jayne replied, mildly irritated at being delayed further.
"I can't seem to get this damn clasp closed!" she said, turning the open clasp of a pearl necklace to the front of her neck.
Jayne moved in towards the woman, took the clasp from her and concentrated on closing it. She could smell faint traces of a familiar fragrance drifting up from the blonde woman's neck.
"Ah, you're wearing the new Gaultier perfume, I love it," Jayne said, finally getting the clasp closed and locked into place.
"And I love your hard nipples, they look good enough to eat..." the blonde murmured against Jayne's ear.
Jayne stepped backward, momentarily stunned by the woman's words.
"Look, I saw you and your hot, handsome date together," the woman continued, " And the two of you look so utterly fuckable that I've become aroused. I'm sorry but I couldn't hold back confessing my feelings." She grabbed Jayne's hand and guided it under her own dress. "Here, feel!"
Without thinking, Jayne ran her hand over the damp crotch of the woman's panties and involuntarily slipped a finger under them. She felt the moist matted curls, the swollen slick pussy lips and the wetness seeping from them. The woman let out a low throaty groan as Jayne's finger probed.
"Why don't you and your date take me home with you tonight and fuck me. I'll pleasure you any way you wish. Please let me be your sex toy!" she begged, as Jayne removed her glistening finger from between the woman's thighs.
Jayne felt her own pussy contract violently. She couldn't believe how erotic it had been to feel the soft inside of another woman's hot wet cunt. The smell of pussy juice lingered in the air and Jayne had to suppress an overwhelming desire to taste and suck her juice-coated finger. Thoughts and questions crowded Jayne's fevered mind. Her body was responding to the brazen slut's suggestion, but could she go along with it? What would Steve think? And, what if this was some wannabe actress trying to get a couch audition?
"Who are you! What's your name?" Jayne demanded.
"Kim," the woman replied, suggestively running her hands over the swell of her breasts.
"Are you an actress Kim?"
"Hell no, honey this is no act. I'm very hot for you!" she laughed throatily, "But if you must know, I am in sales and marketing."
Jayne looked the woman over, appraising her closely. No, she definitely wasn't one of those hopeful starlets, but she was sexy. She looked to be in her thirties, medium height with short well-cut blonde hair and blue eyes. Her low cut dress showed full rounded breasts and a firm toned body.
Kim moved towards Jayne and boldly ran her fingertips over Jayne's engorged nipples. "Come on, you know you want this as much as I do," she whispered. "I'll make you feel good, as only a woman can, and we can fuck him together. Let's do it please!" she urged.
Jayne hesitated for a moment faced with a dilemma. She was unwilling to share Steve , but she was acutely aware of the pulsing wetness and the familiar twinges inside her pussy. God, she actually wanted this! She needed this new experience, and she was certain it would please Steve. After all, she mused; it was a favorite male fantasy to have two women together.
Her mind was made up. "Yes, we can do it!" Jayne said, her head spinning with wanton desire, "But, we "entertain" Steve, you don't get to fuck him. Do you understand that?"
"Mmm so we put on a show for him, and I get to fuck you, right?" Kim purred seductively.
"Yes," Jayne replied firmly, the heat rising from her cheeks. She consoled herself with the thought that Kim would merely be their fuck toy. "Now let's get out of here!"
Steve leaned casually against the polished exterior of the limo chatting to the driver. He smiled softly when he saw the two women approaching. Now this was going to be interesting, he thought, as he opened the car door.
"Stev
e, this is Kim. She is having car trouble, a leaking engine or something. Anyway, I offered her a ride home. I hope you don't mind," Jayne said.
"No, not at all," Steve replied, looking Kim over as they slid into the plush interior of the limo.
Jayne and Kim settled into the spacious leather seat with their backs facing the closed wooden panel, which separated the driver's cab from the rest of the car. Steve took the seat opposite them and removed his tie as he offered drinks.
"You may as well get comfortable, ladies, it's going to be a long ride home." He smiled and continued, "The driver mentioned that there's been a serious accident downtown and the traffic has backed up heavily."
Kim slipped off her high-heeled sandals and stretched her legs along the seat, lightly caressing Jayne's thigh with her toes. Jayne shivered slightly, took a deep breath and looked towards Steve.
"So, tonight was the opening Premiere. Do you think the show is going to be a hot item?" she asked expectantly.
Steve sipped his drink thoughtfully. His mind focused on the two women before him. His eyes glinted and he chuckled . "Well, one never knows, only time will tell," he said, his eyes locking with hers. "But it seems to show promise. It has an intriguing plot, great setting and an alluring leading lady."
Jayne slipped her hand slowly up Kim's creamy thigh, aware that Steve was watching her every move, his eyebrow slightly raised. "The leading lady is not very experienced though," she said softly, her heart thudding in her chest.
"Sometimes, the finest and most revealing performances come from the inexperienced..." Steve said, huskily, his eyes locking with hers.
The sexual tension in the car was electric as Jayne moved Kim's dress up to expose the blonde matted pussy hairs peeking through her black underwear. Overcome by the need to taste Kim's moist cunt, Jayne hooked her fingers into the flimsy panties and ripped them off. She traced the outline of Kim's wet swollen pussy lips nestling beneath a trimmed but full bush. Kim moaned deeply "Oh God, don't tease me please!"
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