Subject: "My Preggiful Days" Part 1c Date: Thu, 27 Mar 1997 21:24:00 -0500 (EST) From: Jackie To: Will Bow This fictional story contains graphic descriptions of *all* types of vanilla and kinky sexual acts between a *very* pregnant female and a non-related male or female. If you: a) Are under 18 years old b) Are offended by any graphic actions c) Feel these are against your Community Standards d) Feel that a pregnant woman should stay home in a rocking chair, looking motherly Please STOP reading and IMMEDIATELY LEAVE and CLOSE this file !!!!! ================================================ My Preggiful Days Part 1c of 4 (version 1.0) (Copyright 1996, 1997) by Jackie (an338903@cris.com) Quickly, Maria was back. Without any hesitation, she again unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her soggy white bra. My head moved closer, first gently nuzzling that oozing rigid rubbery nipple against my cheek, then slightly pressing her super-hard orb, letting just a little warm sweet milk run down my cheek and drip from my chin. It is hard to put in words how overpoweringly sensuous that hard bloated dripping breast felt against my cheek. There is just a look and feel about an engorged-to-bursting mother's breast, that cannot be duplicated by all the silicon implants in the world. I could remain cuddled like this forever. I day-dreamed about how I could entice Maria to squirt her warm sweet mother's milk all over my naked bloated body. Those warm milk sprays feeling like hot stinging bullets as they beat upon: my rosy cheeks, forcing my wide pink tongue to valiantly stretch trying to catch every last droplet; my breasts, drops running together, racing over their bloated contours, then dribbling down from my long fat nipples. They would also hotly pelt: my bulging belly, sounding like a loud rainstorm to that poor gentle babe hiding inside; and finally, my pouting pussy, those hot clinging drops hiding in my fiery-red curls, waiting yearningly for a warm tongue to come and lick them off, while others mixed with my musky female nectar, forming an irresistible concoction to be savored. All this, though, would be such a terrible waste of that sweet golden nectar. "Aaaah, but it would make my body and soul feel sooo good," I thought. Maria's passionate plea, "Jackie, suck, pleeese," snapped me out of my world of huge squirting milky boobies, bringing me quickly back to the present. "See *how* full and hard it is," she teasingly announced, reaching down and lightly squeezing it. Immediately, four or five strong jets of warm sweet mother's milk squirted out right at me. Maria *must* have been reading my mind, the little minx. Luckily, four zipped into my open mouth, the other landed directly in the middle of my forehead. Watching that white drop running down between my eyes, sliding down the curve of my nose, then hanging from the tip, like a pearl of dew, Maria began giggling. "I'll show her," I thought as I quickly lowered my moist red lips to that dripping erect blackish-brown nipple. I gently suckled, holding back my wanton greediness. No longer giggling, Maria pushed my long red hair out of the way, over my shoulders, then began softly "moaning." With only a couple gentle sucks, my mouth became flooded, almost overflowing, with her warm sweet mother's milk. There must have been gallons hidden away as that bloated breast squirted and squirted into my mouth, like an open hose, without my even having to suckle anymore. "Ummmm. It tasted sooo good. Oh, to be a baby again," I thought as that warm sweetness flowed down my throat, a little dripping from my suckling lips. Pausing for only a second, my milky lips released their grip on that engorged globe, letting that elongated nipple "pop" from my mouth. My glazed eyes closely stared at that engorged heaving breast, milk droplets still oozing from the half-dozen flared ducts. I chuckled softly when I noticed that my lips had left a bright distinct red lipstick print on both sides of her stiff fat nipple and all across that puckered areola. "I'll have to remember to wipe those off," I thought, now feeling like a burglar eyeing his stolen goods. I don't want to tip Hector off that someone else has invaded his larder and savored his prime poultry. Maria again screamed, "Pleeeezzzzzeee, Jackie," while pulling my head back to her still-bursting yearning breast. As I now strongly suckled on her engorged pink breast, Maria began "moaning" louder, wiggling her body around a bit. I could feel her warm hand begin caressing my wobbling bulging belly, first through my baby- doll top, then slipping up underneath warmly rubbing against my taut bloated flesh. Her warm tender caresses on my beachball belly felt sooo good. My "sighs" were only muffled by that fat oozing rubbery nipple in my greedy mouth. Without interrupting my suckling, I slid my hand down along the front of her taut slacks and began gently rubbing between her firm legs exactly where she had been before. My strong hot fingers could easily feel her excited nub straining out through both her panties and slacks, making its own little tent. Those naughty fingers scratched at that twitching nub like an itch, but it didn't go away, only sprouted longer, fatter, and so much more rigid. Maria's reaction to my "scratches" was immediate ~~ loudly "sighing," throwing her head back and spreading her legs wider, allowing my hot naughty fingers complete access. That damp spot blossomed wider and wider on those taut wiggling slacks. Soon, she was thrusting her proud undulating crotch out even further, my circling fingers feeling that bump growing and expanding into a firm thick stem. It now reminded me of the penis on a very young boy, and wiggled around just as playfully now that it was uncontrollably excited. "If only I could suck on that fat pink nub *and* her squirting breast at the same time," my greedy mind thought. That stiff sprouting nub twitching against my fingers, plus the warm sweet mother's milk streaming down my throat, soothing my tummy, excited my body to even greater heights. I suckled harder, keeping that breast firmly under control, while the rest of her body wiggled, jerked, and gyrated. I pressed my lips deeper into her moist unyielding breast-flesh, forcing that poor engorged breast to deliver more and more of Maria's warm sweet milk into my greedy mouth. All these swirling sensations forced me to stimulate Maria even more, maybe, just maybe, enticing her turned-on body to produce extra ounces of warm sweet milk ~~ just for me. After only a few minutes of teasingly stroking her wet twitching crotch, I slid my hand back up, hearing her "whimper" loudly in frustration. I unbuttoned that waist button, then very slowly lowered down the zipper, tooth "click" by tooth "click," pausing after each "click" to let her anticipation increase. The palm of my hand could feel her warm bare stomach balloon further through that ever increasing gap with every "click." (She still did have some "baby" fat from her pregnancy.) In utter exasperation, Maria wiggled a little too much tugging that zipper- pull from my hand. She "groaned" in disappointment, then frantically whispered only *one* word forcibly in my ear, "Hurry !!" Now, even her slacks were helping me by automatically peeling forward in a "V." As soon as that zipper was finally low enough, Maria wriggled them down a little, her actions begging my naughty hand to enter. Her increasingly-halting passionate breathing was continuously exciting all the nerves of my left ear and sending tingles zipping directly to my drooling pussy. Finally, my naughty hand slid underneath her white cotton bikini panties, getting almost scalded from the intense heat of her yearning young pussy. Maria just "sighed," humping her pussy forward to greet that truant hand. That malingering hand briefly paused to play with Maria's black curls, twirling, then flattening them, feeling her twitch and buck with each rough twist. That heated inferno jumped up, again humping that hand, trying to force it lower. Having teased enough, it slid lower directly feeling the upper juncture of her hot wet gyrating slit, but avoiding her fat hard sprouted clitty. Those lined cotton panties were sopping, that inferno of a puss must have been juicing the whole time she had been breast-feeding Anita. Maria may have seemed "shy and reserved," but her pussy surely wasn't ~~ it was an honest-to-God "hot-box" !! Throughout all this play, I never missing a beat with my suckling, so enjoying the feeling of that sweet warm milk squirting in my mouth, then trickling down my throat. I could feel her fat rubbery nipple twitch in time with her pussy as if they were directly connected. Sometimes my lips could also feel the heartbeat in her breast-flesh, rhythmically pumping that engorged flesh even tighter against my pursed demanding lips. I finally slipped that probing hand even further underneath, surprised to find those hot humping pussy lips completely bare, not a single curly hair. The only hair on her plump mound was that curly tuft at the top. "Mmmmmm," I thought, "that tuft must look *really* sexy when Maria was completely naked." I adored how her puffy pouting lips so naturally spread, allowing my probing fingers total access to their heated dripping interior. Luckily, those muscles had not toned up again since the delivery of her baby. My stroking gooey fingers could feel every tiny bump on her slick shaved pussy lips, making them tingle, then blossom even further, wantonly begging those stiff digits to plunge deeply inside. The fingers of Maria's hot hand tried to sneak lower to rub me in the same hot spot as I was rubbing her. Strain as she might, my bulging belly was always ballooning in her way. In surrender, since she couldn't reach my wet pouting puss, she settled on just firmly massaging my wobbling beachball and playing with my long fat protruding belly-button. Tweaking that stem sent tingles to my dribbling puss, just like playing with my long fat nipples. My naughty fingers vigorously rubbed up and down each wet bare pussy lip, pressing harder to separated them even further. Her thick nectar oozed and drooled out her love-tunnel, completely coating each stiff finger. Each would have made a very tasty treat, except I didn't know how Maria would react ~~ maybe some other time. Each stroke brought a loud "ooooooh" or a long resounding "sigh" from Maria as she got closer and closer to her so-needed climax. Every once in a while, I would slip one gooey finger inside that hot love-tunnel just a little, wiggling it around or quickly pump it in and out. I enjoyed feeling Maria shake and shiver as she valiantly pushed down further on that long stiff digit, trying to suck as much as possible into her hot rippling love- tunnel. My finger could feel her love-tunnel muscles contract on it, vainly trying keep it prisoner inside, never wanting to let it escape. Even with her milk output greatly decreasing, I kept on suckling but began tweaking and teasing her hard wet nipple more and more with my stiff wide tongue. I also intensified my caresses, now concentrating on her rigid sprouted clitty. In only a couple minutes, her pussy began violently contracting, her whole body bucking against that wobbling counter supporting us. "Oh, yessssssssss" was all I heard as she continued thrashing and bucking even harder against that counter and *me*, "gasping" for breath. After her first two ferocious spasms, I had to release that hard dark nipple. I gleefully watched it jiggle and bounce, glistening and sparkling in the light from both her milk and my saliva. At the same time, her proud bare pussy began gushing on my still-wiggling hand as she violently jerked and thrashed once or twice more. Finally in emotional exhaustion, she collapsed, still shaking, in my arms, leaning against the counter. Once she had settled back down, my greedy lips so wanted to again grab that warm wet nipple but knowing that her breast was probably a little sore, I resisted and didn't. I contented myself with quietly sucking on my naughty fingers, one by one, that had been roaming around her hot erupting volcano. "Ummmm," I thought, "She tastes sooo good. Now there is one more thing I liked about Maria." Maria finally half-opened her still-glazed eyes and grinned at me from ear to ear. "Ooooo, Jackie, that felt sooo great," she chirped with a breathless sigh, "I've felt this good only *once* with Hector." "Don't worry," I consoled her, "You're both young and have plenty of time to learn about each other's bodies. At least now, you know what you're looking for and can help Hector to find it for you." "Does doing this with another woman always feel this good ?" Maria asked as she again began caressing my bloated belly with both warm still- shaking hands. "Usually, but a man can make you feel this good also. He just has to be taught how to do it. Most men are trainable." I told Maria ~~ a little bit of a fib. "*Now*, what about you ?" Maria asked with a wicked smile as she intensified her caressing, now tweaking my long wiggling belly-button stem. "I want to make *you* feel just as good as you've made me feel." "I'm ok for now." I told Maria ~~ another much less accurate fib, "and we really don't have time. We've been in here 45 minutes already. If we stay in here much longer *even* Hector will get suspicious." Maria pouted, then frowned, but nodded in agreement. "Before you leave today, I want your address *and* your phone number. We *definitely* need to talk' some more." Taking five minutes to compose ourselves, we both walked outside, our bodies very close together. Smiling, Maria yelled to Hector, "Everything is ok now." Hector just shrugged and didn't say a word. The rest of that afternoon with Hector and Maria was just great. Maria and I would tease each other, exchanging covert winks or running our tongues across our moist parted lips. Once, maybe twice, Maria's warm fingers pinched my firm buns when Hector wasn't looking, as I wiggled back a very hot reply Before I left that day, I gave Maria my address and phone number and she gave me hers. Next week while Hector is at work and Anita is napping, we hope to get together for a more in-depth "talk." I sure hope Anita is fussy that day and leaves gallons of warm sweet mother's milk for *me* !! * * * * * One of the best "total-loving" sessions I have *ever* had while I was pregnant came from Johnny Wo, a disabled oriental guy. At first, he was sooo entranced with my breasts that I thought those would be his only interest. In the end, it turned out that he was interested in the "whole" me. I met him at a girl friend's cocktail party. With my huge size at that time, I wasn't sure whether I was invited to her party to be the center-piece or just a conversation-piece. In her small apartment, I could have easily been the center of attraction ~~ nobody could be anywhere but around me !! Ultimately, I decided to go anyway and I am soooo glad I did. I decided to wear a black maternity cocktail dress. It had an empire waist, pearl buttons down the front, and a low-cut "V" neckline. This showed off my engorged breasts beautifully ~~ their fullness kind-of oozed and rippled out that deep "V". My black demi-bra had the job of keeping them from flopping out if I bent over. This wasn't a major concern since my bulging belly kept me from bending over very far. It also kept me from seeing my feet, so I had trouble making sure my black dress pumps were on properly. That dress was hemmed so it only fell to about mid-thigh. I remember reading somewhere that a "sexy woman" looks sexy whether she is pregnant or not. I was going to try and prove that true. With my bulging beach-ball belly, I needed all the help I could get at looking sexy. Maybe a little overt sexiness would keep people's minds off my ballooning pregnancy. Underneath, I decided on a black thong-style panty that in the front only covered my curly red puss (ok, a few curls escaped but who'd notice) and none of my bulging belly, and absolutely *nothing* in the back ~~ the strap even slipped in my bun-crack. On top, I wore a black low-cut nursing bra. (I had to dye that bra black myself, since nobody carried "black" in *my* super-whopper size.) I added to that a black garter belt with sheer black stockings. You should have seen the trouble I had rolling those up ~~ my stomach was *never* in the right position. That bulging belly swayed, wiggled, and bounced more than a pink beach-ball in a gale force wind as I stretched and strained, moaned and groaned, trying to get those up and keep them looking presentable. No black slip for me tonight. Finally, a simple gold necklace, a black velvet watchband, a black velvet hair-band around my fiery red hair, and a pair of black pumps. A couple dabs of "Obsession" perfume (in the correct spots !!) and a coating of red lipstick, I was now ready to go. Now, back to the party. I will honestly admit that I hadn't had much prior contact with any disabled people, so I wasn't sure what to expect. Johnny was sooo handsome with very short black hair and sparkling green eyes. His face had very strong chiseled features ~~ I wouldn't have been surprised if it had been sculpted by Leonardo Di Vinci. His radiant smile would have melted the buffet table ice sculpture if he had gotten too close. Johnny's high-collar white shirt, sort-of a Nehru-style, black pants and jacket seemed to perfectly fit him. Although I'm sure he could have afforded it, he didn't wear any of the flashy gold jewelry that one sees on many of the other single guys. His style was simple, but very powerful. He quickly swept me off my feet with both his wit and his charm, almost literally, as he bumped into me once with his wheel chair while fooling around. Johnny loved to joke and play. He even offered me a two-wheel ride to the maternity ward on his lap when I needed it. (His wheel-chair was a "convertible," both sides came off so I would fit, although we might have to hang red-flags on both sides of me.) Johnny could also be "naughty" ~~ I liked that too. He made me giggle, my over-inflated beach-ball bounce , and my bulging milk-machines jiggle when he whispered that on that ride he "would even let me shift gears' with his hand-rubbed stick shift" ~~ a part of him that I found out later still worked very well. Obviously, rolling around in a wheel chair makes it hard to hide your disability, but Johnny never would have tried, even if he could have. He was always up-front and honest, completely changing my outlook of disabled people. It's surprising the effect only *one* person can have. I found out afterwards over coffee that he had lost the use of his legs five years before in an automobile accident. His speeding car skidded on a wet road and hit a tree, head on. Johnny feels that he was blessed that he even lived. After a very tough year and one-half, during which he almost committed suicide, he finally came to terms with both himself and his disability, trying to turn it into a "positive" whenever possible. I guess that was one of the reasons I was attracted to him, I've been trying to turn my pregnancy into a "positive" also. In our cases though, I fully understand that is where the similarity ends. In a couple months, I can leave my "disability" ~~ my bloated body ~~ behind while he has to live with his for the rest of his life. Some people might criticize me for even thinking of "my pregnancy" as a "disability," but after you go through nine or more months of carrying this massive bulging belly and hugely swollen breasts around, with all the problems that entails, it sure feels like one !! Anyway, for most of the evening, he had quite a view of my bulging breasts and bloated belly from down there in my well-rounded black maternity dress. Once, when I squatted down so he could whisper in my ear, he almost nibbled it off with hot wet nips, sending tingles right down to my warm moist pussy. We chatted, kidded, and teased each other for most of the evening. From our actions, nobody would have guessed that we had just met that night. Needless to say, by the time people started leaving, both of us were very turned-on to each other. It was almost expected when he invited me home. I wasn't sure what to expect, but he quietly and forcefully calmed my fears, and I told him "Yes." Upon entering his dark ground-floor apartment, Johnny's first words to me were, "Kneel down next to me on the rug and close your eyes." When I asked, "Why ?" he just replied, "You'll see. Trust me. I will be closing mine also." Around my head, Johnny wrapped a black silk scarf for a blind-fold. "At least the color matches my dress," I thought, adding, "I wonder if he has any other kinkiness ?" Soon, I could feel his warm firm hands gently touching my red hair, then moving down my face, sending tingles throughout my body. While still touching my face and neck, Johnny whispered, "I had to learn Braille to help a blind friend learn how to read. I learned that by slowly using *only* touch, a person actually "sees" more than they would quickly using their eyes." His touches made me only softly "sigh." After a few moments, I had to add, "Johnny, my body really likes how you've learned to see'." When his finger trailed across my moist parted lips, I had to greatly resist just sucking it in, like a hard stiff mini-penis. Finished with my face, his warm fingers were now gently cupping and squeezing my bulging breasts through my dress and nursing bra. He then lifted each one slightly, hefting their full weight like a shopper checking out a plump over-ripe melon. That made each long fat nipple jut straight out, trying to gather as much of his attention as possible. My panting bosom was delighted when Johnny unbuttoned the pearl buttons down to my dress's empire waist, then slipped one hot naughty hand underneath. His squeezing felt sooo good that my nipples hardened even further into long fat bullets and my pussy began aching with an ever growing desire. Each squeeze sent electrifying tingles through every cell in my body, making me breath come in gasps. Keeping my eyes closed, I decided to practice some Braille myself and began running my hand up his unmoving legs. I quickly found that his curled middle leg was no longer passive, but jumping around in his pants with each of my touches. It felt overly thick, but not as long as others I've massaged. Each gentle squeeze now brought a "moan" from Johnny. Adeptly with only a single hand, Johnny unclasped both nursing flaps (I couldn't even have done that!), exposing those wobbling twin peaks in all their glory, hanging loose under my black dress. He just watched them quickly rise and fall for a moment as my body became more and more excited. Tweaking each nipple once or twice, he then quickly removed his warm hand. Just those couple tweaks were enough to send a flood of thrills throughout my bloated body, turning up the flame within my heating puss even higher. Both naughty hands now gently attacked my bloated belly through my dress, caressing and stroking. Johnny even began tweaking my pop'd coiled belly button under that material, trying to strum it like one of my long fat nipples. Slowly, he slid up the skirt of my black dress until it was bunched under my bloated hanging breasts. Without a slip, that completely bared my huge bloated beach-ball, stretch-marks and all. I arched my back, making it stick out even further and my wiggly stem of a belly-button almost erect itself straight out. If his eyes were open, that wiggling stem would have looked like a mini-penis, or the tube to blow that beach-ball up even further. His hot hands felt even more exciting against the taut naked flesh of my heaving beach-ball belly. Those caresses were causing my poor neglected pussy to juice even more, making an even darker vertical wet spot on my black panties. I'm sure Johnny could also smell the musky scent of my ever increasing arousal. Pretty soon, those hot hands were replaced by his hot wet lips as he kissed the whole upper two-thirds of that beach-ball. Johnny didn't leave a single square inch of taut flesh that wasn't wet and tingling from his kisses. Reaching the top, he lifted my dress up even further to my armpits and began kissing my hanging breasts all over. One more upward push and that dress was completely off, lying in a black puddle on the floor. Finally, I had to stop him for a moment to catch my breath ~~ everything was going a lot faster than I had ever expected. Only a half hour after arriving at his place, here I was in only my lingerie, my bloated belly almost bare and both udders hanging out. Even though his tact was unique, I had quickly found, to my utter delight, that he acted no differently than any other red-blooded male when presented with my huge udders on a platter. Johnny stared at me with his smoldering green eyes, then asked, "Have you ever made it with a guy still on his wheel chair ?" Surprised, I replied, "I've never even met another guy in a wheel chair . . . . . . . besides, I'll never fit with this whale of a belly." Johnny only smiled, then said, "Watch. Remember, I told you that the arms come right off. This is the *deluxe* model. Also, the back reclines down to about 30 degrees, so there is plenty of room for both you *and* your huge bulging belly." From his confidence, I didn't think that this was the first time he'd done this! I was simply astounded. The back of his wheel chair reclined far enough to almost make it a stretcher. With it reclined and the sides off, I could even pounce on his lap facing him without any problems with even *my* huge beach-ball belly. That done, he looked at me through glazed eyes whispering, "Come to papa, you beautiful sexy preggo." I waddled toward him, pausing only long enough to struggle out of my sopping wet panties. Even almost naked, I was heavily sweating ~~ partly from the effort, partly from the anticipation. With my bulging milk-jugs still hanging, fully exposed, in my black nursing bra, there was no need to take that off also. Johnny seemed to fully enjoy watching them sway, over-stuffed globes of creamy-white flesh high-lighted against that black material. His smoldering eyes intently watched my every movement. They again noticed me eyeing the fat wiggling bulge in his pants. Staring directly at my wet juicy puss, he spoke to it, "Don't worry, my legs may not work, but my stiff pleaser' is fully functional. I keep it in shape through exercise almost daily." He added a "wink" for emphasis, while my wet puss only "squished" in reply. He had silently unbuttoned his shirt, and unbuckled, unzipped, then parted his black pants. It was obvious through the "V" that he wasn't wearing any briefs. He had a forest of long black hair from just below his flat navel to the huge furry tuft sprouting out around the base of his tan fat cock. That very fat stake was proudly standing straight up at attention. It was only 4 to 5 inches long, but looked as fat around as a beer-can, but instead of the pull-tab, there was a spurting flared piss-slit at the top. I suspected that all the muscles he had lost in his legs *must* have migrated to that wide tan sausage. I could vividly see those muscles rippling, veins almost popping within that taut tan casing. Stopping next to Johnny, I slipped those sopping wet black panties over his face. I made doubly sure the still-hot soaked crotch was directly over his nose and mouth, letting him deeply inhale all my musky womanly aroma. "I want him as hot as possible," I thought. He "moaned" softly as his whole face was engulfed in the foggy scent of my pregnant passion for him. His huge "Washington Monument" seemed to jut up another couple inches, getting fatter and harder. It's deep purple head bloated and flaring, his piss slit spitting, like a cobra waiting to strike. I could now see him chew and suck, again and again, that wet gooey crotch as he strained to taste, no savor, as much of my preggy female nectar as possible. In between breaths, chews, and sucks, all Johnny could mumble was, "Sit on me, Baby. Pleeeease sit on me. My body needs you sooo badly." Johnny was still lovingly stroking that stake with both hands, getting it harder than a huge iron railroad spike. With more than just a little fear, I watched, mesmerized by his rising and falling slick hands, pearls and pools of hot sticky precum bubbling out that flared piss-slit. Right now, I didn't need his lubrication as my pouting pussy was hotly juicing enough for both of us ~~ I just needed that plump pouting puss to stretch wider a *bunch* more inches. More than ready, he slowly rolled down an extra-large lubricated condom over that wide monster. (I would have sooo loved for those red-hot squigglies to squirt throughout my body, but so close to birth I didn't want to take any chance, even remote, of an infection.) Gingerly straddling his lap, I positioned my pink dripping bulls-eye over his fat firm spear. Those cool chrome bars on his convertible "wheels" pressed tightly against my smooth bare legs, sparking a myriad of goose- bumps. These cold shivers were directly opposing the heated thrills the rest of my bloated body was feeling. I didn't know whether to "yelp" or to "sigh." My tottering body finally compromised on a loud "OHHHHhhhhhhh" as I could feel his bloated cock head lightly rub between my slick pouting lips. Slowly, I lowered my almost-naked bloated body onto the puffed-up purple tip of that fat iron spike. Johnny's strong hot hands pressed against my wide sides both helped steady me, and encourage me to drop further at the same time. They also kept this heavy lump from plummeting too fast and spearing my poor babies ~~ my body wasn't a lightweight spring chicken anymore, now more like a bloated corn-fed Butterball turkey. Suddenly, I loudly "gasped," feeling a searing pain, as his fat purple crown finally stretched my well-lubricated love-canal wide enough to plow inside. My teetering body felt like the breath was knocked out of it, but I couldn't topple, I was firmly skewered with nowhere to go, but down !! My brain kept repeating, "Maybe, I shouldn't be doing this. What about the babies ?? Maybe his awesome cock is too wide; too long," as I momentarily swayed there completely impaled on the fat solid pole. On my next solid downward plunge, another fat inch jammed inside, spreading my love-canal almost to its maximum. This time, I couldn't even "gasp." While my sweating bloated body was wracked with both pain and pleasure, I wondered to myself, "If I can't handle his super-fat spear, how were the babies going to get out ? Take a plane ?" Two more gigantic kamikaze-type plunges and two-thirds of his beer-can- sized cock was finally stuffed inside, filling and stretching my twitching love-tunnel to the splitting point. Now, I truly felt like I was impaled on an ever widening redwood stake. Finally, the initial pain had now turned to pure pleasure. Even with gallons of my wet lubrication streaming down my love-tunnel, then dripping out, I could vividly feel the rough friction from his fat purple crown scraping up and down those spasming walls. Believe me, it felt magnificent, pushing me closer and closer to an earth-shattering mind-boggling climax. Up and down I went, more and more frenzied, my increasing passion trying to coax this bloated sweating body into an ever quickening pace. I could clearly hear the loud "squishing" along with my "gasp" every time that fat spike so thoroughly invaded me, and the loud "sucking"on its withdrawal, taking most of my taut love canal along with it. Those very erotic sounds alone forced louder and louder guttural moans from the gasping throat of my up-thrust head. Even though Johnny had limited feelings in his legs, I was sure he could feel the soft sensuous rubbing of my black stockings against his bare flesh as I moved up and down. Once or twice, I heard him "gasp" as my garter straps roughly rubbed against his abdomen and upper thighs. I hope it felt sensuous to him, it surely did to me. Along with his own loud "moans," Johnny had reached up, feverously tweaking both of my long fat reddish-brown nipples, then squashing those hanging milk-jugs tightly together. ("If *only* they could squirt, Johnny would have surely gotten drenched in hot liquid white," I thought with a giggle.) I bent forward a little to give his hot hands better access, cause even with the twinges of soreness, my pussy devoured the sensations his harsh squeezes were creating. My yearning jugs so wished his warm wet lips could vigorously nibble and bite on those distended nipples, but my bloated beach-ball wouldn't let me lean far enough forward and they didn't hang down *that* far. Almost reaching my glorious crest, Johnny breathlessly yelled, "OHHHHhhhhh yessssssss, yesssssss" and his upper body began violently twitching and jerking. My pounding pussy could vividly feel that fat stake tremble and quiver, then finally engorge even wider. His hot cum exploded inside me, almost singeing my love-tunnel, even through that all- encompassing latex. The super-charged atmosphere created by his intense climax was enough to push this poor panting body quickly over the edge. My poor puss was stuffed and stretched sooo tight that it couldn't even contract, it just slightly rippled up and down. The rest of my bloated body, though, began bucking and thrashing. Screaming a loud, "Soooooo aaaammmm IIIIIIIIII." I had to use all my strength and will-power to remain upright and not topple over like a duck bowling pin after a direct strike. My whole body began gyrating in so many different directions at once ~~ my head was thrashing from side to side; my engorged jugs vigorously flailing and jiggling; my bloated belly wobbling and bouncing; and my pulsating puss spasming and gushing out gallons of my musky female nectar. Johnny could surely feel my hot gooey juices gushing down that thick still-inserted stake ~~ that firm "pussy-plug" had softened just a little since his earth-shattering climax. My hot juice flowed among his curly black hairs, then cascading over his large pulsating ball sack. I can hear him softly moaning as my super-heated womanly fluid both soothed and excited him, making those fat plums tingle and jerk. Too quickly my wonderful climax was over. I sagged forward as far as my bulging belly would allow. I would have loved to snuggle on Johnny's chest, but there was absolutely no way. Johnny craned his neck up enough to hotly kiss me on the lips. Even basking in the warm contentment of my after-glow, his firm probing tongue and hot wet kisses still felt heavenly. Many more would soon have had my bloated body swooning and my pouting pussy juicing again. I reluctantly broke his passionate kiss and pushed him away. With that fat stake slowly wilting inside me in its latex home, I smiled down sexily whispering, "Hold those hot thoughts for later, right now this beached whale badly needs a little rest." Johnny reached down and scooped up a little of my hot thick female nectar mixed with my sweat. Slipping those two gooey fingers in his mouth, he contently suckled on them for a couple minutes, broadly grinning. Then, looking at me with still-lust-clouded eyes, he replied, "but you taste and feel sooo good, my cute round preggy." Finally rising up, I could see the broad wet stripe across the lap of Johnny's pants made by my huge dripping thighs. "I wonder if he'll ever invite another whopper of a whale to bounce up and down on him again," I thought with a chuckle. Switching to the bed, we quietly cuddled against each other, my bloated body still feeling Johnny's hot tingling flesh. As Johnny gently caressed my bloated belly from behind, my *only* thought was, "There is no way you are getting away with giving me only *one* climax. I definitely want and need *more*, many more like the last one !!" Those, though, are tales for another time . . . . . * * * * * [End of Part 1c]