Subject: 

        "My Preggiful Days" Part 1c

  Date: 

        Thu, 27 Mar 1997 21:24:00 -0500 (EST)

  From: 

        Jackie <an338903@cris.com>

    To: 

        Will Bow <wbow@crl.com>





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 !!!!!



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                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 . . . . . 



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[End of Part 1c]