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[push-baby-push]

Gymclass part 2

(By birthandsex)

After a couple of days the due date finally came. The girls went to their classes in the morning as usual. Even though some of them had a hard time to walk and felt som pressure on their cervix. Mona’s labor began during breakfast but she ignored it and the pain got worse during the first class. She had a hard time to sit still and be quiet. When class was over she told the other girls she thought the labor had begun. They waddled to the next class when Beth and Tanya felt a contraction and looked at Mona. Carol and Jessica gasp and rubbed their big bellies halfway through the class.

When it was time for lunch Lucy, Marielle and Susan gave the girls a look that they where in pain and the birth had started as well.

As the day went on, their contractions got stronger and closer. Classes came and went, and the girls continued the day. Mona was clearly struggling, her cheeks red, sweating profusely. When asked if the clearly hurting girl was ok, she puffed out “There’s so much pressure… the baby is pressing down… It hurts…” Susan and Carla helped her and massaged her back on the way to the final class.

In truth, all laboring girls felt something pressing on their straining cervix. As they sat down in the big lecture hall, they started to realize that they would be lucky to finish this class without birthing their children, let alone the day.

All girls were sitting at the back of the class. The room was mostly silent, when Susan and Carla moaned across the entire class. All their classmates now understood that the girls were in labor.

Half of them thought it was hilarious, and the sluts were getting what they deserved. The other half felt bad for them, and wished they could help. But all of them were stunned when Beth moaned loudly and rubbed her big belly. Everyone in the hall turned around and looked at her.

The girls massaged each other’s clit to ease the pain under the table. They moaned quietly and smiled at each other during the rest of the class. The girls panties was completely wet under the dress when they got up and headed home. The girls had to walk slowly home and rest a couple times. Finally Mona couldn’t stand the pain and leaned against a bench outside their home when she felt another hard contraction, fluids gushing from her opening and splashing onto the ground. All the girls looked surprised at Mona.

“What happened Mona? Are you alright?” Tanya asked her and rubbed her back.

“Ohhh...I think my water...just broke....ahhh.” Mona said and rubbed her enormous low hanging belly and tried to waddle towards the door. But the pain got worse and she had stop.

Tanya and Jessica helped Mona inside the house and helped her to the bathroom.

They took all of their clothes off and walked slowly to the shower and leaned against the wall when more contractions hit them. They rubbed each other’s back and big bellies. They even gave each other some massage on their sensitive clit to make it easier to cope with the unbearable pain and pressure. They sat down on the floor and let water stream down on their naked pregnant bodies. They leaned against each other and continued to rub each other’s clit.

The other girls throw their clothes on the floor and walked around just in their underwear or totally naked when contractions got even more intense and closer during the evening.

Carla sat on a chair and spread her legs and felt something big was resting on her cervix. Her big round belly rested on her thighs. She rubbed her big hard belly during the contractions.

She screamed out loud when a gush of amniotic fluids splashed out from her nether lips, making her panties wet and ran down to the floor.

Lucy and Susan sat on the couch and watched Carla shaking and shivering of fear.

Marielle and Carol was in the kitchen trying to make some sandwiches to everyone.

But it was hard when contractions came and forced them to focus on their birth.

Carol felt some birth fluid drip down her thigh and onto the floor. Marielle felt another contraction start and it was a big one. She sat down on the floor and rubbed her big belly, screamed and cried out loud. She thought she was going to explode thanks to the pressure. Carol sunk down next to her and tried to calm Marielle when a contraction hit her.

Linda and Beth laid face to face on the bed in the master bedroom and played with each other’s clits during the contractions. They moaned in pain and pleasure together and tried to focus on their birth. But the contractions got more intense and the laboring teens tried to ease it with vibrators on each other.

Mona felt her first baby forcing it’s way through her tight cervix, and bore down, pushing as much as possible. Jessica pushed aside her own pain and fear, reaching out for her friend’s hand. She reached between Mona’s legs and pushed two fingers deep inside.

She felt a big hard mass forcing its way out. Mona gasped by the surprise and looked at Jessica with big eyes.

“Your baby is coming soon Mona.” Jessica said but was interrupted by a hard contraction and was forced to rest her head against Mona’s huge belly.

Tanya watched them and yelled, spread her legs and fisted her hand, felt birth fluids squirt out from her pussy. She drops Mona’s hand and put both her hands on her big hard belly.

Carla was shaking, clearly terrified. She had a tiny little tunnel, and narrow hips. Carla knew she was so small, it seemed impossible for her to be this pregnant, and as the labor progressed and more contractions wrack her, and bore down. She felt her child’s head starting to enter her tight tunnel, she was exhausted already.

Lucy saw the face expression on Carla and tried to get to her. She was in so much pain now but she decided to crawl on all four to Carla. She had to stop and laid down on the floor a couple times when contractions hit her. Birth fluid squirted from her pussy.

Susan, in the meantime, was starting to panic. “Oh god, oh god, oh god the baby, my baby, it’s opening me, it’s opening me wiiiiiiiide….” Her hands clamped down on the hard belly, as Susan bore down desperately, eyes wild.

Lucy ignored the pain from inside, the hot, burning agony as her baby slid down another inch, the sweating girl leaned toward her shorter friend. “Carla… look at me…” The massively pregnant girl turned, clearly already tired. “It’s too big, Lucy. It’s too big, and I’m too tiny, it hurts so, so much…”

Unable to do anything, Marielle pushed down as her next crippling contraction started. Her big belly spills into her lap. Sweat poured down her body, as the child inched down her one tight, pristine tunnel. The baby moved down the dripping wet teenaged tunnel and she screamed, echoing her friends who began to cry out at the same time. As she felt her burning lips pushing out with her child, so close to crowning, she remembered she still had her panties on.

Another contraction, more burning agony, a cruel, burning fire between her legs as the impregnated teenagers big baby crowned, the fabric of her underwear stirring as the shape of her groin started to shift and warp with her emerging offspring. She had to release her friend’s hands, and try to slip her panties off.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door. Everyone went as quiet as possible.“Hello! Are you alright girls? Do you need help? Can someone open the door please?” Luke screamed and continued to knock. Luke was so horny and interested to see how the birth progressed.

Luke put the key in the lock and opened the door. He got in and saw the girls panting naked except for some wet panties and tight leggings.

Marielle was looking up at Luke, reached under her massive swollen belly and started to slowly move towards Luke. She tried to get her panties off, which were stained by her amniotic fluids, but was hit by a contraction and had to stop. She felt the baby stretch her tight panties more before it slipped back in a little bit.

Luke felt his cock grow inside his sweatpants and had to focus on the girl’s painful situation. He helped Marielle get her wet clothes off and watched as the big head stretched her swollen lips apart. He felt his erection grow even more and creating a big tent in his pants.

Susan was in shock now and refused to follow her instinct. She even changed to new clean panties and put some leggings on to hide her swollen pussy. But more birth fluids made her clothes wet again and she cried in pain.

Carla was screaming and panting “Too big… too big… baby is too big… can’t…”

Carla was starting to gasp, and Luke could hear her starting to panic, yelling “It’s crowning, it’s crowning, IT’S CROWNING INTO MY CLOTHES , I CAN’T GIVE BIRTH INTO MY SHORTS ! Please help me...Luke..Lucy?” Carla stood up and tried to rip her wet pink shorts with a little white cat on, but it was impossible. She felt the bulge in her clothes grow and she spread her legs unconsciously. She doubled up in pain and got down on her knees next to Lucy to endure the pain. She held onto her big cramping belly and saw Luke’s big tent pointing at her with big eyes. She watched him come closer to her between her contractions. Luke pulled his pants down to let his big pulsating cock out in the free. Then he forced one hand inside her shorts. He touched the baby’s head and massaged her clit with one finger. Carla screamed in surprise placed her hands on the floor and pushed. Luke felt more of the head emerge into his big palm and then disappear behind her lips. He stretched her shorts even more to make some more space for the baby. Soon more of the head was visible. Luke pulled out his hand and let the fabric adjust to the big head that spread Carla’s nether lips.

He took one step back and watched the girls work through their contractions.

Carla tried to stand up again so she could get her clothes off. Lucy reached for Carla’s shorts and begun to drag them down. More of the baby emerged, which made the bulge between her legs bigger and bigger.

Lucy lost the grip and Carla fell into a squat position. The fabric stretched hard on the baby’s head and made it impossible to move. Carla cried in pain and stood on all four next to Lucy. Her ass and the big wet bump between her legs inside her pants pointed straight at Luke. Lucy got up on her knees and tried to pull the wet shorts down. But the shorts didnt move an inch. So Lucy put one hand on Carla’s shorts to pull them out to make more room when she was hit by a hard contraction.

She screamed, pushed down, spread her legs and leaned her head against Carla's ass. She massaged her lower belly hard and looked at Carla.

Carla shook her head and pushed again. Lucy felt the baby’s head filled Carla’s shorts even more. It was a big head trying to get some space inside Carla’s tight shorts.

Luke watched in astonishment, staring at Lucy’s naked sexy pregnant body. Her beautiful shaved pussy was red and swollen. The lips were forced tight around the child on its way out, inch by agonizing inch, as more of the head emerged. Luke saw Lucy’s child starting to force it way out too. He felt some precum leaked from his big throbbing cock when he stroked it a few times.

He got behind the girl’s. He tried to rip Carla’s shorts into pieces and finally it worked.

Carla gave off a sigh of relief and stared at Luke's big cock that pointed at her.

She remembered the many hot and pleasurable moments that lead to this awful pain.

He started to massage the girl’s ass and massage their bulging lips. His big cock touched the girl’s legs and he grabbed it and stroked it until more precum leaked out.

“Luke please...help me...get the baby out...stretch my lips?” Both girl’s yelled at the same time as they tried to push the head out from their tight and tortured pussy.

Luke stared at the big head that was stuck behind the girl’s tight and bulging lips. Fluids continued to squirt out. Luke stretched both girls lips and pushed two finger inside to spread the lips even more. It looked liked they could tear at any second.

Lucy spread her legs and pushed with the little strength she had left.

The bulge between her legs became even bigger. The head of the baby was now more visible but the lips was tightly closed around the head. Held the baby in a locked position inside her vagina even if Lucy pushed as much as she could. They adapted very slowly to the big head that was trying to get out. Luke told the girl’s to stop push and try to breathe so the lips could adapt and that they should try help themselves so he could check on the other girl’s.

“Aghh..please help me get it out...get it out...I’m going to tear...ohh” Carla screamed and looked at Lucy.

“Ahhh ohh , It hurts so much... I will...try Carla...it’s so painful” Lucy screamed between the contractions, arched her back and switched position slowly until she was behind Carla.

Lucy tried to push her small fingers in between the baby and Carla’s overstretched lips. But she had a hard time to focus when her own body did everything to push her baby out that was stuck inside her pussy.

Luke continued to stretch her lips apart to make more room for the head to come out but was interrupted by a big amount of birth fluids that squirted out on him. He took his wet pants off, stroked his hard wet cock slowly and rubbed it on Lucy’s butt cheeks. Leaving some wet marks on her skin.

Half of the head was now sticking out off their swollen bulging pussies. They screamed loudly and tried to push harder and longer through the next contractions.

Soon squirted the head out of their pussies and Luke really had to finish. He got so turned on by the girl’s struggle and sexy moans. He told them to stop push and check for the cord. They struggled to check for the cord around the baby’s necks. They checked each other again but couldn’t find it. Carla grabbed Luke’s leg so he didn’t walked away. It was so painful and he told them to change into a standing position so gravity could help them. He help them up and checked for the cord. He told them he had to go and check the other girls in the house. They leaned against him and told him to stay but a hard contraction came and they screamed in pain.

He moved to the master bedroom to see who was in there. When he got there he found Linda on all four on the floor with Beth behind rubbing the lower back on Linda to ease the pain. “Please help us ease the pain Luke.” Beth mumbled and looked at Luke’s hard cock when a new contraction hit her.

Luke kneeled behind Beth and kissed her neck and massaged her back and let one hand slip in between her legs. He pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy to check her progress. He couldn’t feel a head but she was almost 3 inch opened.

“Do something to ease the pain Luke.” Linda screamed and rubbed her big hard belly.

Luke moved to Linda and pushed two fingers deep inside her too. She gasped in surprise and looked at Beth. He fingered both girls for a while before he grabbed his big cock and pulled up and down slowly on their wet swollen lips.

Beth smiled at him and told him it was not the right time for sex. He smiled back and told the girls that sex could ease the pain.

He put his cock on Beth wet swollen pussy and pushed it slowly inside. He rubbed the girl’s clits and started to switch between the girls. The girls moaned in pain and pleasure throughout the contractions. The feeling of having Luke's long thick cock inside their tight vaginas overcame the pain of giving birth.

In the meantime Mona screamed in panic. The baby’s head was stuck inside her tight birth canal. She tried to spread her legs more but was to exhausted. Jessica tried to spread Mona’s lips with two fingers but was interrupted by her own contractions.

Tanya squatted against the brick wall. Her big belly hang low between her legs. The baby’s head started to emerge slowly and her swollen lips stretched around the big head for a few seconds before it slipped back in.

“Please help me.. ahhh.” Tanya screamed when she tried to reach her pussy to check and more fluids dropped down on the floor.

Luke screamed in pleasure when he shoot his loads deep inside their contracting pussies.

He grabbed both asses and told the girls he really enjoyed it. They smiled, moaned and turned to Luke and gave him a kiss. He rubbed their pregnant curves and they leaned against him through a new contraction. They massaged his cock gently and gave him a blowjob until he shot big loads of cum in their mouths, at the same time as they felt Luke’s previous load streams out of their gaping holes. He buried his fingers deep inside their pussies again and started to pull in and out very fast and rough. Beth and Linda arched their backs and screamed in surprise. More birth fluids squirt out of their holes and a more intense contraction begun. They kissed each other gently while they leaned against Luke’s naked body and rubbed each other’s big bellies.

Marielle screamed for help. Her baby was sticking out from her pussy but the shoulders was stuck. She had tried to change position but it was to painful so she was still laying on the floor arching her back with every painful contraction.

She moved herself back and forth on each side and rubbed her belly.

Carol was on all four next to Marielle and tried to calm her but was in to much pain herself because the baby’s shoulders were stuck in her narrow hips. The big head was stuck inside her pussy and fluids squirted down to the floor. Carol had tried to pull on the baby’s head between Marielle’s legs but it was impossible to pull hard enough when her own painful contractions came over and over again.

Susan kneeled between the sofa and the table and felt her sore pussy was stretched to a maximum when the head was forcing its way out of her inch by inch. She screamed in pain that she didn’t want to give birth at the same time as she tried to close her legs so the baby couldn’t move.

Carla stood on her knees with a crying baby between her legs on the floor and she pulled hard on the baby’s head to get it out of Lucy’s pussy. With a huge gush of fluids the baby slide out of Lucy’s tortured vulva. The girls was to exhausted to take care of their babies and fell to the floor and cried.

Luke came back to the living room and saw the struggling girls. He got behind Susan and saw a bulge form in her tight blue leggings. He touched it, told Susan it was time to give birth and she needed to get her pants off now. He promised to help her and make it more painless for her. She doubled up in pain, shock her head and rubbed her big belly.

Luke saw how the large round lump in her pants became bigger during the contraction. He touched it again grabbed her legs and spread them to make room for the baby.

Susan screamed in pain, the head was stuck behind her tight pants impossible to move any further. Luke pulled in the fabric to make some space for the baby with two fingers. The big mass in her pants became bigger and the pants stretched to maximum to accompany the head. It looked like she had a big football between her legs.

It triggered him and he felt his cock begun to grow again. He moved the table a little bit and got even closer behind her. He massaged her sexy ass, then grabbed her pants and tried to pull them off.

She screamed and twisted herself in pain, moving her legs together again refusing to push. But her body made it for her but her tight pants made any progress impossible.

Beth and Linda came to the living room and tried to talk to Susan between their own contractions. Birth fluid squirted out and ran down their thighs. They leaned against each other, their big bellies collided and they moaned in pain.

Luke pushed his finger inside their pussies to check on their progress. Then he started to massage their clit. Linda grabbed his cock and smiled at him. Beth played with his balls and kissed his bare chest. Before a new contraction hit her and she grabbed the shaft of Luke’s hard throbbing cock.

Both girls got down on their knees and moaned through the contraction, more fluids ran out of their cunts, while stroking Lukes cock together. They continued to do it nice and slow. He moaned in pleasure and massaged their big contracting bellies and their firm well shaped asses. Soon he pushed one finger inside the girl’s tight assholes.

They screamed of surprise but smiled at Luke and shook their head. Luke smiled even more and pushed deeper and deeper.

He moved behind Beth, spread her buttocks, put his big cock on her tight asshole and started to push it in. She mumbled and leaned against Linda, both girl’s trying to endure the pain of childbirth. Beth felt something trying to force its way through her cervix and enter the birthcanal at the same as she felt Luke’s thick long member inch its way deeper inside her tight asshole. The urge to push was stronger then telling Luke to stop. So she started to push with every contraction. They got even stronger and closer now.

Luke started to move his hips nice and slow so Beth had a chance to adapt. He spread her legs even more and felt her inner walls stretch tight around his cock.

He changed position and got behind Linda, spread her buttocks and put his cock on her tight asshole. Linda moved forward by the pressure but Luke grabbed her hips and pushed her back on his big cock until it was buried deep inside her ass.

Luke felt something big and hard inside her pussy through the thin wall. It was the baby that was slowly being pushed into the birthcanal of Linda.

The girl’s placed their head on each other’s shoulders and pushed with every power they had. Luke switched between the girl’s until he finished deep inside their ass.

The girls pushed, semen poured out of their gaping assholes and the teardrop became bigger with each push but the head slipped back in when the contraction ended.

He enjoyed it so much and turned to Carol and saw her tight ass with the teardrop shaped pussy. He got behind her and begun to rub Carol’s tight ass. Carol tried to smile at him and saw the big semi-hard cock pointing at her.

Marielle screamed for anyone to pull the baby out. Carol took a grip on the head and pulled hard. She felt Luke pushed two finger inside her pussy and begun to stretch her even more and pull on his huge throbbing cock.

Carol pulled harder on the baby’s head and screamed to Marielle to push even harder.

She felt her own contraction started and moaned in pain.

Suddenly one shoulder popped out of Marielle’s pussy and more birth fluid squirted out on Carol. With the next push the baby slipped out of Marielle’s pussy.

Carol screamed in pain when the teardrop became bigger and bigger with each push.

Luke tried to push his big hard dick inside her tight ass. He got the big head inside but it was so tight when the baby was inside her pussy and totally filled her up. He had to push really hard to get the whole cock inside her tight ass, balls deep. Carol breathed deep and spread her legs more. She had to get this baby out now. She pushed hard with every contraction, wanted it to end now. Luke placed both his hands on her firm ass and spread her stretched lips with his fingers. He thrust in and out a couple of times before he pulled out his big cock and placed it on Carol’s well shaped ass. He continued to spread the sore lips while she pushed through more heavy contractions.

Finally the big head started to fully emerge between her swollen stretched lips and popped out with a gush of fluids. The fluids hit Luke’s crotch and ran slowly down on his legs. Carol laid her lead down and rested for a few seconds. Luke watched when the head turned before a new big contraction forced the baby out of her gaping pussy and fell down on the floor.

Lucy and Carla fed their babies when Carla suddenly screamed in surprise when she felt a big pain in her big belly again. She touched her lower belly and Lucy checked her belly too. Maybe it’s another baby inside your belly Lucy mumbled to Carla.

Carla looked at Lucy and saw that her belly was much bigger and harder then Lucy’s.

“No...no...I can’t do it again...Lucy..ahhh” Carla screamed and felt and overwhelming urge to push again. She definitely felt a big pressure on her cervix building up.

Lucy took the baby from Carla and walked away with them to her bed and came back.

Carla spread her legs and pushed hard when she felt something enter her birth canal and fluids gushed out of her pussy. Lucy got in front of her and pushed her legs apart even more.

“Come on Carla. Push! I know you can do it” Lucy said and massaged her lower belly before she ran away again to bring some towels.

In the meantime Mona had finally pushed the big head out of her pussy. She was standing on her knees together with Jessica and Tanya behind her. Trying to move out of the bathroom and to the master bedroom. Tanya tried to pull on the baby’s head between her own contractions as much as she could. The baby turned inside Mona’s pussy and slid out with the next push in Tanya’s hands.

Tanya felt more fluids runs out of her vagina with every new contraction. She fisted her hands and pushed. She felt the baby moved considerably lower in her tight pussy.

Jessica felt a strong contraction and an enormous pressure on her cervix. She screamed for it to stop and cried for help. This was the most painful thing she had ever experienced in her life. Suddenly the girl’s could hear a pop and birth fluids squirted out of Jessica’s pussy. The pressure inside her belly released for a few seconds and she breathed heavily.

Mona took her baby and waddled to the bed and laid down on it. She was sweaty, exhausted and her aching pussy felt empty.

“Please Jessica can you stretch my lips...it’s coming out?” Tanya mumbled before she pushed again. Jessica moved closer to Tanya and spread her friends pussy. Jessica felt the head behind the lips and touched her fingers on the head.

“The baby will born soon... Tanya” Jessica answered while she felt a contraction start. She arched her back, rubbed her big belly with her hand and screamed in pain. Birth fluids continued to drip out of her pussy.

Luke came into bedroom and found Mona feed one of her baby on the bed naked and rubbing her big cramping belly. The other girls where standing on their knees in the doorway and their big bellies pointed at Luke. He walked to them and pulled his hands between their legs. They screamed in pain and leaned against Luke’s naked muscular body.

He felt the big head in Tanya’s pussy and he pushed his big hand inside Jessica’s wet pussy to see if the baby was coming. They continued to scream and squirm on his hands.

Tanya pushed her baby down and it formed a teardrop between her legs. Luke kissed both girls and told them they did a great job. Jessica saw Luke’s semi hard cock and couldn’t resist it. She let her fingers tease his balls and long shaft for a few seconds before she had to push again. She really missed having his big cock in her pussy.

He felt his cock reacted to her gentle touch immediately and he massaged her ass and kissed her again. Tanya’s baby emerged slowly between her overstretched lips until the whole head popped out with a gush of fluids.

Tanya dugged her nails into Luke’s back and pushed hard and long. The baby slid out and fell down on the floor between her legs. She started to cry because it was finally over.

Jessica felt the baby completely filled her tight birth canal. The burning sensation made the pain even worse and she screamed for Luke to do something for the pain.

Linda and Beth had pushed half of the head out of their pussies and was coming to the bathroom to give birth to the rest of the baby in the shower. They could hardly walk because of the pain and they had to support each other. With one hand support the head so the baby didn’t slide out of their tight dripping pussies.

Luke grabbed Jessica’s arms and lifted her up so Beth and Linda could pass. She arched her back and screamed in pain as she felt the big head started to emerge from her pussy and a bit of the head was now visible between her overstretched lips.

He let her rest against his bare chest. She held her arms around him and moved her hips in circles. Jessica’s belly spills into her lap, hanging low against her thighs as she squats. Every time she bent down, she got the big cock in her face that caused her this pain. She really wanted to have that cock inside her again and she hated herself for it at the same time.

She whimpered and plead for someone pull the baby out of her pussy. She spread her legs and struggled to find a better position for the baby to come out. In a burst of desperation on the next contractions Jessica got down on her knees and rubbed her clit.

Luke starred at her and stroked his big cock with one hand.

“That’s it push push baby .” He said and continued to stroke his growing cock.

She cried out as the head slowly emerged from her pussy and fluids squirted out.

She moaned in pain and pleasure as one shoulder, then the other pops out of her aching canal.

Mona felt some pain in her belly and rubbed it with her hands. She got out of the bed and waddled to Jessica and grabbed the baby.

She heard desperate screaming inside the bathroom, but Mona could spare no energy, the task had to be finished. More pain, the urge to push, and Mona has to comply, her struggling body won’t allow any refusal. Luke got behind Mona and pushed his big aching dick inside her wet gaping pussy, trying to check her progress of her emerging baby. Mona screamed and turned to Luke as she held Jessica’s slimy baby in her hands.

“Aaaannhhh… Oh god,. I got so horny watching you give birth girls.” Luke said and moved his hips a couple of times before he pulled out.

Luke walked in to the bathroom and placed his hands on the big bulge between Beth and Linda legs.

A tiny bit at a time, one contraction after another, Beth and Linda pushed their babies out bit by bit from their overstretched pussies. Finally, the heads popped out, and the girl’s has a moment to catch their breath. They got down on their knees and leaned against the wall. Feeling the hot water streamed down on their back.

Both ready to catch their offsprings.

Tanya came in to the shower behind the girl’s and told them to breath and take it slow. The next push resulted in a painful rush, as the shoulders seemed to be stuck and the babies heads was now sticking out between the girls legs.

“Please help...take my pants...off me... ahhh” screamed Susan when she tried to push her baby out. The head strained against the wet fabric and she put both hands on her pants and pulled. But her leggings was already stretched to a maximum.

Lucy rushed to her side with a scissor and cut a hole in her pants. She threw the scissor and tore her pants in to pieces. Susan is relieved when she felt the baby turn and slipping half way out of her stretched pussy with a huge flood of birth fluids.

Lucy rushed back to Carla and saw a little tiny leg sticking out between her butt cheeks.

Carla tried to say something but the unbearable pain made it almost impossible to talk. Her round belly was visibly contracting, and she could do little more than try to hang in there, try to make it through the excrutiating pain. She felt more amniotic fluid drips out from her pussy around the baby, when the baby inched out of her pussy. Finally the whole leg was sticking out of between her thighs. Lucy and Marielle could see the tiny leg move with every pulse in Carla’s belly. They spread her legs more and rubbed Carla’s clit to ease the pain.

Carla could hardly register the statement. It was to painful as she pushed inch by inch of the big baby down her tight vagina. With each groaning push her labia stretched wider and wider. But the baby’s second leg was still stuck in her pussy.

“OOoooooohhhhhhhfffffff!!! ...” she groaned, the next contraction gripping her as she subsided into a deep squat, one hand underneath her to feel her baby’s leg. With a slight squirm of the hips she freed the other leg from her tortured vulva and it pops out from her. Suddenly she had almost half a baby hanging between her thighs. Lucy and Marielle tried to pull the baby out and fluids leaked from Carla’s pussy with every pulse and clench of her birth canal.

She felt the big head beginning it’s way down through her cervix and into her birth canal. Carla kept screaming in pain, for the baby to come out, barely aware of what was being torn from her throat. Tears were running down the struggling soon-to-be mother’s face, as she pushed in spite of the impossibility of the situation. The next push resulted in a painful rush, as her baby’s head emerged from her screaming opening and into Marielle’s hands.

Beth and Linda was in so much pain now and got so furious by the situation. They wanted to get their babies out now.

They let out quick gasps and cries as they felt their pussies burn and stretch more. Struggling to open far enough to let the rest of their babies to slide out. But it was futile. Nothing happened at the moment. Luke reached for their clits and started to rub. He stroked his hard dick furiously and moaned loudly.

They pushed, hard and long, and screamed in pain and pleasure as they started to feel their babies emerge inch by inch.

The next crushing spasm, and they managed to pass a shoulder. And then, with a final spear of pure agony, the last shoulder popped from the utterly defeated teenagers body, and the rest of their offsprings slid from their bodies while they felt loads of cum landed on their backs and ass.

[push-baby-push]

Gymclass, part 1

(By Birthandsex.tumblr.com)

Luke is a gym teacher and trainer for the women’s soccer team at a university. He is a tall hunky guy with a super athletic body, blue eyes, brownish short hair and 6’ and 175 pound. His thick arms and chest, wide shoulders, trim waist, firm ass, and a promising-looking package that bulged from the crotch of his tight briefs drew plenty of attention from most of the girls in the class.

He had a hard time not to stare at the girls perfect bodies. They teased him and flirted with him as much as they could. Luke loved it and flirted back. He used to offer the girls extra time after the class so he could show them one by one some techniques. As the weeks progressed, those accidental touches became more intentional between them.

He wasn't sure whether to let them proceed having sex with him. In spite of them being younger than he and their young athletic bodies made such wonders on his huge cock. Luke was a little bit concerned about losing his job but his dream had come true. Having sex with all this girls everyday was a perfect chance to impregnate the girls one by one and watch his children grow inside their tight teenage bodies.

In the beginning the girls rubbed their tight butt against his crotch and he loved the feeling. He always found a cause to touch the girls tight slim bodies. Push his throbbing member on their butts. Massage their clit through the fabric. The girl’s did what they could to make him hard during the class.

Almost every girl in the class talked about him or dreamed of him. He was the big subject of the girl’s conversations in class.

If someone failed to do some task he ordered them to stay and train after class.

After a few weeks nearly ten girl’s always stayed after class to train more.

Usually as he ordered them to suck his big cock before he penetrated them one by one in his locker room.

They didn’t resist at all when they came face to face with the big bulge in his pants. They tried to pull his pants down before they entered the locker room to stroke and suck his long thick throbbing cock.

They hooked their fingers around the elastic band and pulled it all the way down and had to dodge his thick, throbbing cock as it sprang out from its confines. Their eyes went wide at the size of it, twice the size of any of the boys in the class on a good day. They licked the shaft of his hard cock with their tongues and suck on his balls. The lack of experience they had, the girls more than made up for with enthusiasm.

They licked on the tip of the big head and pulled their hands up and down along the big cock and they switched place so all of them could get a good position to suck his cock. He gently massaged the girls, squeezed their breasts and moaned in pleasure.

"Oh Jesus," he gasped as the girls worked more of him into their mouths until they gagged. He looked down at them and saw them lick some precum of his cock.

"We can't do this," he said and started to put his dick back in the pants.

"What?" They screamed, "No, we want this Luke."

"Do you want me to get fucking fired? Are you insane?"

"NO!" They whined. Especially one girl named Mona.

"Little bitch!" He grabbed her ponytail and looked down into her eyes, she looked shocked, but also like she was turned on, one of her hands was buried in her shorts.

"Stand up all of you" He pulled her up and spun her around, pushing her down on the desk until her ass was pointed at him. He held her down with one hand and pulled her shorts down with the other. Her ass was gorgeous, tight and firm.

"Is this what you want?" he asked.

"Yes..Fuck us please” they howled.

"Tell me what you want?" he said.

"We want to play with your cock! We want your gorgeous dick inside of us now" They begged and bite their lips.

He pulled his dick out from his pants again , still wet. It sprang out and slapped the side of Monas ass cheek. He kicked both her feet wide and gazed down at her sopping pink slit, a bush of hair was mashed against the desk. He took his cock in his hand and aimed it for her pussy, parting the lips. He gently worked the head inside her, Jesus she was tight. He thought it would never get in, then suddenly the resistance stopped and the crown of his cock was inside her.

"Good," was all he said before he slammed the rest of his cock into her. She gripped the table hard, digging her nails into it as she felt herself being torn in half.

"Oh my God!" she screamed, his balls clapped against her skin as he slammed into her hard and fast. He pulled her up so her back was arched and reached around, pulling the front of her shirt up and ripping the sports bra up to her neck. Her small, pert tits fell out and slapped against his hand as she bounced on his cock. He took a breast in each hand, twisting her hardened dark pink nipples in his fingertips, sending a shock to her core. She bucked hard several times as she felt her pussy clench on his cock.

"Oh God, OH God, OH GOD!" She screamed as she came, harder than ever. She could feel every vein, every ridge on his cock as it slid in and out of her as her cunt seemed to gulp at him, as it spasmed and pulsed. She felt her muscles give out, but he jerked her back upright by her tits, and slammed back deep inside her again before he pulled out. He pulled her off the desk and grabbed the next girl’s ass hard. He dug his nails into the firm flesh, her skin sticking out from between his fingers, his balls clapped loudly as his pounding slapped them against her lips with every stroke.

"Oh no, you are not getting away that easy." He said, grabbing her hips and pulled her forcibly into his thrusts, driving deeper and deeper into her. She moaned loudly as she felt another orgasm, felt her pussy become freshly wet again, and a pain that felt so good with every thrust he hammered into her. His strong hands grasped her by the ass, hard. He dug his nails into the firm flesh, her skin sticking out from between his fingers, his balls clapped loudly as his pounding slapped them against her lips with every stroke.

The other girls rubbed their clit furiously while they watched Luke thrust his big cock inside the tight pussy, waiting for their turn.

They rubbed each other’s clit furiously while he came deep inside the pussy and he shoot load after load in each of the girl before they left the room.

He sat down all sweaty and rested when the last girl said goodbye and closed the door. Some semen continued to ran down her thighs when she walked out.

He promised to use condom the next time so the girls didn’t risked to get pregnant and loose there chances of winning the state championship. But after a few more classes none of them cared. The most important thing for the girls was to have all his length deep in their pussies. The boys at school could not compete against Luke.

He loved the feeling of their warm, tight and wet pussy stretch around his huge thick cock.

Pulling their clothes away and thrust his cock deep inside them was perfect teaching. To teach them new positions and to get more experience of sex was better then gym. Let them tease and please him and his throbbing member was heavenly.

After a few month the girls stomach started to grow. They told Luke about the pregnancies and that they had to quit the soccer team.

Luke smiled and massaged the stomach on each girls and answered that they could stop by his office and talk whenever they needed.

The most important thing they could do was to support each other through this new journey in life.

Carol, Jessica and Tanya took their pregnancy hardest, cursing Luke, their bodies and the fact that they still was longing for Luke’s cock.

Beth, Linda, Marielle and Carla went from being loud and boisterous to almost entirely withdrawn. They just went to the classes and then back to the dorm room. They just went out to party when Mona forced them.

Mona, Susan and Lucy tried to look at the bright side and looked forward to the new challenge. The three of them continued to meet Luke every week after class during the first months of the pregnancy.

Mona was the support in the group and held the group of friends together, make sure they all stayed sane. Forcing herself to see beyond her own problems. She forced them out to have fun and take everyone’s minds off the pregnancy.

After four month, they were all showing. Mona was already getting big and round and the doctor had told her she was carrying twins.

The other girls was teasing and pleasuring each other. Beth and Carol couldn’t keep their hands off the swelling womb. Whenever the girl’s had a chance they pleasured each other sexually. They could stand in front of the mirror and look at each other’s pregnant bodies when they touched each other and push the dildos in and out of their dripping pussies, at the same time imagine it was Luke’s big cock.

As the girls entered their third trimester, the sexual needs increased. They pleasured each other to sleep every night and let guys from the soccer team sleep overnight.

If they had a lucky day some of them could sneak in to Luke’s office and let him ease their pains. He was more then happy to do that. The guys on the other hand were a little more cautious and even afraid of the girls.

Many students asked why so many girls in the soccer team was pregnant and kept getting pregnant. The whole team was substituted already thanks to pregnancies.

The girls was a couple of days over their due date and Mona had invited Luke to the house to make the girls happy and forget about their problems.

The struggling pregnant girls had been agonizingly arousing themself and each other during the last few days to ease the pain. They were exhausted and their bodies ache and swollen.

But many of the girls missed having Luke’s big cock inside their mouth and pussy.

They’d been putting on their sexiest lingerie they owned and waited for Luke to knock on the door.

Many of the girls couldn’t wait and placed their hands inside their friends panties and massaged the clit and the swollen pussy lips.

They let out a gasp of surprise and kissed each other. Few of them sunk down to the floor, spreading their legs wide. Four of them continued in bed moaning of pleasure feeling fingers enter their tight pussy.

Few minutes later Luke arrives to the most amazing scene in his life. Mona was laying naked on the floor with her legs spread and pleasured herself with a dildo. Carla rubbed some oil on her and Mona’s enormous bellies.

He leans down and kissed the girls, passionately, as he let his fingertips touch their tender breasts. He massages them gently and then works his way down to kiss them as well. He licks some milk that runs down their breasts once his lips leave the nipples. He massages, sucks and licks their nipples until they almost couldn’t take it anymore. They are so immersed in pleasure and barely notice the contractions. He works his way down to their bellies and inserted a couple of fingers in Carla and Mona’s wet holes. He took his time pleasuring every nerve down there. Mona and Carla screamed as their bodies spasm and shakes. He got up and licked around his mouth and then kissed the girls. He let his hands touch all over their pregnant curves until he squeezed their breasts hard so milk squirted out on their bare bellies. Mona and Carla licked the milk of each other’s bodies and looked down on Luke’s blue pants that wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding his excitement. They grabbed his dick outside his sweatpants and led him into the master bedroom.

Lucy reaches for him and he went to bed and the girls pulled his pants down and his semi hard dick popped out from his boxers. He took his shirt off and kicked his pants off. Lucy sat on her knees and took his cock in her mouth and felt it grow. The other girls came to Luke and kissed him and let their fingers touch naked body and growing cock.

“You look amazing girls” Luke said and smiled. He rubbed their big overdue bellies, grabbed their asses and let two fingers slip in their wet pussies. They moaned in pleasure.

Luke was pushed down on the bed and one by one they sunk down over his hard cock and let Luke hold both his hands on their big round bellies.

They finished the session with Luke pushed their head down in the bed and penetrated them deep inside their tight wet pussies from behind. The look of their sweaty pregnant teenage bodies made it hard for Luke and he shoot loads of cum before he got to the last girl. Mona smiled at him but she really wanted his cum. He pulled out and placed himself behind Mona. He aimed for her asshole instead for her pussy.

When she felt the big head on her tight hole she gasped. She felt her babies painful kicks inside her uterus. But it was nothing comparing to the fat cock that was pushed inside her tight hole.

The other girls watched with big eyes when the big head disappeared in her ass and they fingered themself.

He grabbed her hips hard and pressed even harder until he pulled out and pushed in again. Mona screamed in pain and pleasure. Tanya and Carol kneeled and massaged her sweaty body.

Linda and Marielle kneeled and played with his balls.

Luke spanked her tight ass and pressed again and inch by inch went deeper inside her tight asshole until his balls touched her lips. Having anal sex with the girls was a dream come true for Luke. He start to thrust hard and fast and Mona felt like her ass was ripped apart. She panted and moaned while she fisted her hands on the sheet.

Soon Luke’s cock swelled and seconds later he shoot loads of hot sticky cum deep in her ass. He pulled out and laid down next to Mona and they kissed each other. He needed to rest before he took care of the others.

Susan grabbed his cum covered cock licked it clean.

The girls felt a lot of movements inside their uterus and Luke rubbed their bellies even harder. Their orgasm contracted around Luke’s offsprings with a mix of pain and pleasure during the night. For a few girls the pleasure changed in to painful contractions.

Luke got more turned on of the idea of having sex with them to start the labor.

That was the first truly good evening the girls had experienced in a few weeks. Feeling loved, wanted and needed. They had started to feel some pains the last few days. Even though they had kept in good shape all girls. Many of the guys refused to have sex with them when they entered the last trimester.

They really needed someone who could help them ease the false painful contractions and help them think of something else then pregnancy and childbirth. It was finally being fulfilled, over and over again.

Luke spend the whole night at the girls place and pleasured them until they fell asleep.

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Imagine you're trying to start labor

You were desperate to give birth. Overdue by nearly two weeks. Pride prevented you from asking for medical intervention, you saw it as a badge of honour to birth naturally. You would do so in a hospital just in case an emergency arose.

Your husband tried to help all that he could. Bringing you spicy food, which only granted heartburn, driving up and down the most beaten up dirt roads you could find. And yet, nothing. He was too afraid to have intercourse in order to start labour, saying he would hurt the baby. In frustration, you insulted the size of his manhood once.

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Sarah and Daniel

I don't post on tumblr, but my deviantart is FMTB

When professor Daniel James had entered the classroom on Sarah’s first semester in college she’d never imagined one day she’d be carrying his baby. The calculus teacher was a substitute to professor Green, an 80 year old annoying witch who refused to retire. People often joked that making students life a living hell was what kept her young. Struggling though her class was a rite of passage for every freshman.

So when the tall, dark haired, handsome man entered the door, everyone figured he was just another student. When he set his briefcase and perched one leg at the teacher’s desk, he got everyone’s attention. How lucky were they? The witch was taking a semester off due to a hip surgery and professor hot-as-hell would be their teacher through the entire semester.

She and her friends celebrated. Maybe their semester wasn’t going to be miserable after all and they could start their college life without failing at their first subject!

Two months later, Sarah realized she wasn’t so lucky. Even with a different teacher, her grades were low...she did study hard, but still came out short. Professor James asked to see her after class.

-Hey, Sarah, right? Is everything ok? I couldn’t help but notice your grades were pretty low at the exams so far. You’re usually so engaged in class...

-I’m sorry, professor James. I’ll try to do better.

-Is there anything I can do for you? You do understand me in class, right? You’re not just nodding your head when I ask if everybody understood what I just said?

-Yes...I do...I’m sorry...I guess I’m just dumb... Gosh, even without the Green Witch I can’t do good in this shit! - She whispered to herself, forgetting the teacher was still right there.

-Oh, they still call her that?

-Oh, my! I’m so sorry! - she turned beet red. She couldn’t believe she said that out loud. - I’ll just...I’ll just go.

-She failed me...twice…

-You….you were her student? - she turned around.

-You’re kidding? She taught the dean...but you didn’t hear that from me…

Sarah tried to hold her laugh, but it bubbled out of her. Professor James pointed at the chair in front of his desk and she sat down. They agreed she would get a few extra assignments and would look for him after class if she needed tutoring.

She took on the tutoring offerings. She also took that as an opportunity to learn a little more about him. She learned he was 40 years old, had recently divorced and moved back to town when he heard about the job at the university. He was a really nice man, nice to look at and to talk to. Despite that little voice in her head telling her that it was wrong, she tried flirting with him. He resisted her at first, but he was just a man and having a 22 year old dotting on him was nice.

Their meetings after class became more frequent and sometimes lasted for hours. Despite their age difference, Sarah was pretty mature and well versed in many subjects. He found out they had a lot of interests in common and talking to her was just as nice as talking to one of his friends.

-x-

Sarah kissed Daniel with passion, her body fully pressing on his. He sat at his office chair with her perched on his lap. She rocked her hips back and forth, her wetness noticeable through her lacy underwear. She could feel Daniel’s hardness encased on his dress pants. She tried reaching for his belt, but he stopped her. Her pussy was begging for his cock, she whimpered with every move.

-We can’t, this has gone too far already. - he had to be the voice of reason. This could be a permanent blemish on his career. Perhaps the end of it.

-Please! - she begged. She could feel how hard he was. Her panties were soaking wet and soon her juices were going to stain his pants.

Daniel was suffering. He was supposed to be the responsible one in this situation, but her cries were driving him wild. His penis was about to rip his pants open with the need to be inside of her, but she was his student and this was wrong in so many levels! His hand caressed her thigh all the way up to her butt. When it touched the lacy fabric, his fingers trailed it until they found her wet core. He slipped the fabric aside with one finger, then started rubbing the sweet spot he wanted so much to be in. She threw her head back, trying to hold back a loud moan. He coated one and then two fingers at her juices and slowing put them inside her. She followed the back and forth motions while he watched as her orgasm was building up. With a flick of his finger she fell over the edge of pleasure. He kissed her before she could scream. Her walls clamped around his fingers over and over until she laid flat, exhausted against his chest. He held her against him, rubbing her back until she found her voice.

-Thank you.

He pulled her panties back in place and helped her to her feet. One look at his pants showed he indeed got her juices all over him.

-This has to stop, Sarah. I’m serious.

-Let me just give you pleasure, like you’ve given me.

-No. We’re done here. I’m gonna have to ask you not to look for me anymore.

-No, please! Daniel…

-Professor James. - he stood up, hardening his features. It had to be done.

-Professor James, please. - she reached for him again. Having her body against his was pure torture. Her nipples were hard as pebbles and he could feel them even with the two layers of fabric between them. Her hand reached for his pants again and he hissed loudly when she cupped his erection through the fabric. It felt so big! She needed to feel it at least once. -Please! - she begged again, as she reached his belt. -Please! - she chanted, opening the button and then the zipper. It popped out of the restraining fabric. Now just his blue boxers were between the two. He closed his eyes. -Please! - she pleaded once again, as her hand conquered the final barrier. She wrapped her hand around his pulsing length and his breath became labored. - Sit back down and let me pleasure you.

He obliged. He was like a doll she controlled. He plopped down back on his chair. She knelt in front of him, her hand still holding his amazing length. She rubbed it up and down, taking all in. It was strong and proud, like the rest of him. Her tongue took a taste of his tip and he held the armrests trying to remain still. She put half of him in her mouth and she heard him groan unintelligibly. Her hand and mouth worked together until it was his time to orgasm chanting her name.

She swallowed hard and looked up at him. His eyes were still closed and he was having a hard time evening his breath. He pulled her up to his lap and kissed her swollen lips.

-x-

Not only he couldn’t end their affair, but as the semester was close to the end, she became more and more attached to him. They’d often meet at his office after class and she finally convinced him to have sex with her. Coming inside of her was glorious. She was always so ready and so eager for him!

So once the semester was indeed over and she was no longer his student, Daniel made the decision to keep seeing her. To hell with consequences. They were both adults and if the university found out and wanted to fire him, so be it.

-x-

It was her dad’s birthday when she noticed something was off. The smell of the food she usually loved made her so sick she almost couldn’t hide it from her family. She stepped out of the house many times as the smell seemed to take over every room. Her mom started giving her odd looks that lingered longer in her belly.

She managed to survive the weekend, but when she returned to college, her stomach still wasn’t settling. The little voice in the back of her head kept telling her to buy a pregnancy test, just in case. She kept pushing that thought aside, Daniel had told her he had a vasectomy years ago, as his wife never wanted children, but she could swear her pants were getting tighter and now, when Daniel played with her boobs, they were a lot more sensitive, so she eventually caved in.

If she was honest, she couldn’t really say the “positive” on the test screen was a surprise. Many signs were there. She just didn’t want to see them. After a quick search on google, she found out that vasectomies could indeed reverse naturally and it was important to do follow up tests every year.

A few days later, she walked to Daniel’s office with a gift in hand and another in her belly that would change both of their lives forever.

-Hey, Sarah, come in. Did you finish all your classes already?

-Hey, Professor James. - she closed the door behind her and stepped away- Yeah, Professor Reynolds was sick and we left early. So...I saw this at the mall the other day, and it made me think of you... -she gave him a cheeky grin and handed him the small package. She wrung her hands behind her back.

Daniel smiled as he started opening the bow. Inside the small box was a onesie that read “1+1=3”. His smile faltered. He looked at her with hurt in his eyes.

-I guess congratulations are in order. Who’s the lucky bastard?

-Babe...it’s yours...I would never…

-I told you, I had a vasectomy...I would never mislead you this way, Sarah...now if you please... -he pushed the box to the side and pointed towards the door.

-Dan, you have to believe me! Vasectomies can fail. I’ll do a DNA test if you want to...but don’t look at me like that! I love you, damn it!

That seemed to catch his attention and she realized it was the first time she said the “L” word for him. He stared at her for what felt like forever, his gaze hard as if trying to see through her. She held her head high, trying to hold back tears as he examined her.

He rose form his chair and closed the distance between them, still staring intently at her, before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her for a hard, desperate kiss.

-x-

One appointment with his urology later, Daniel did found out he wasn’t really shooting blanks. All the excitement he didn’t feel at first bubbled up in his chest. He was going to be a dad.

-x-

Over the next nine months Sarah’s life took a total turn. She and Daniel got married and now lived in his house off campus. She also decided to change to the night classes, as her former colleagues kept staring and talking behind her back every chance they got. Luckily the university decided to overlook the situation, as she was already 22 and no longer in his classes when she got pregnant.

-x-

Sarah waddled to her final class of the semester. After doing this final she would be free to start her maternity leave. Her baby seemed to feel how excited she was, since he simply wouldn’t stop kicking and flipping inside her. That, along with the practice contractions, almost made her stay at home, but she really wanted to finish this semester without any pending subjects.

It took all her willpower to leave the comfort of her home when all she wanted to do was curl up on her bed and try to sleep.

She wore a long dress that was one of the only pieces of clothing that still fitted comfortably around her gravid mound. The day had been a little cold and rainy, but she was always felling so hot nowadays that a little rain felt wonderful. She walked slowly to the department, always rubbing her belly to try and calm her unruly baby.

When she finally sat down, pressure wrapped around her belly, and her baby made his discontent known. She breathed the practice contraction out. Couldn’t this annoying pains give her a break just this once?

-x-

Three hours later she realized they wouldn’t. Pain had just got so much worse over the last hour. She didn’t know how she managed to concentrate on her test, but she was finally done. Focusing all her energy on getting up, she waddled to professor Walter’s table and handed him the piece of paper. Looking at her watch, she saw that Daniel’s class should also be over at this point and she decided to meet him at his office so they could go to the hospital.

It was late and there wasn’t too many people in the hallways, as most of them just left after finishing their own exams. She walked slowly, feeling the baby’s weight shifting in her pelvis, making her almost drag her feet through the floor. Daniel’s office never seemed that far. I was usually a ten minutes walk, even in her advanced stage of pregnancy, but she could swear she had walked ten minutes already and she was just half way. Pain wrapped around her belly and she grasped it with both hands, humming as she tried to breathe in and out like she was taught. Sweat was starting to bead in her forehead and as soon the pain was over, she resumed her walking.

After another ten minutes, she finally reached his office door. She breathed in relief as she held the doorknob. Another pain chose this moment to assault her, and she bent her knees as the intense feeling took over her body once again.

Whimpering softly, she took deep breaths through her gritted teeth. She was so close. Daniel would take her to the hospital in no time. She opened the door to find the room empty. Damn it! He wasn’t finished with his class yet! She had no other choice than to wait. She really didn’t feel like she could walk any further. Walking to his desk, she leaned forward on the table top, resting both arms on the surface, while her hips rocked from side to side, trying to ease the pain that was mounting again. This was happening so fast! Was this normal? She always heard labor could take hours, especially in the first time, so why was she in so much pain already?

Pain hit her again, and she bit her fist to hold her scream. It was so intense! She was sure she wouldn’t be able to stand this for hours on end. As soon as they made it to the hospital, she would ask for an epidural. She’d just have to endure a little longer, while Daniel got there. Where was he? What could be taking him so long?

She breathed out as the contraction was over. Should she call for help? Would anyone hear her? What would she do then? But she never got the chance to make that decision, as pain so intense traveled down her spine, she felt like she had no other choice than to push with it. She started pushing and felt as the massive weight of her baby slowly moved down her canal. Her whimpers had turned into groans and her legs fought to remain upright. She was so caught up in her impossible task, she failed to hear the door opening.

-Oh, finished your….baby what is it?!

-Nnnnngggghhhh, baby’s coming!

-Okay, okay, breathe, we’ll get to the hospital in no time!

-No! Can’t move! Uuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh! Coming NOW!

Daniel was as white as a sheet of paper, his hands shook as he tried to touch her but was too afraid to do so.

-I...I...pushing...Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhh! Ggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrr! - Sarah’s face was flushed red with effort, her stance widened, making room for the baby getting lower and lower on her pelvis- I can’t! I can’t! Uuuuuuggggggghhhhhhh!

- It’s okay, it’s okay! You can do this, love! -Daniel seemed to snap out of his shock, moving closer and finally touching her. One hand cradling her belly while the other rubbed at her back. - What can I do?

-I don’t know! It’s coming! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! It’s coming so fast!

Her hand looked for him, grabbing at his shirt. Her knuckles were white from her tight grip. She breathed heavily, desperately trying to regain some control in that situation. She looked at him once more before closing her eyes as another pain took hold of her. She pushed hard, her lips shaking with the effort. Her hand flew to her sex, cupping it through the fabric of her dress.

-Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh! I feel …. I feel... uuuuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhh! God!

-Ok, baby, listen to me. Breathe, ok, you gotta breathe...c’mon, with me….good girl...that’s it. - he mimicked the heavy breathing they learned at lamaze class. He could see the terror in her eyes as another contraction follow right after the last one. They really wouldn’t go anywhere.

-I...nnnnnggggggghhhh…Dan! - she felt something pop and liquid poured down her legs. -My water broke! Uuuuuuuhhhhhhh God!!!

Daniel looked around them, there really was no time. He threw everything on his table to the floor and helped Sarah to hop on it. He helped her to lay down. Her face was red and covered in sweat and she immediately pulled her legs back and pushed again. He pulled her dress up to reach her panties and was left speechless as he saw her pussy swollen with their son’s head. On her next push, he watched her lips part, revealing a patch of black hair between her folds.

The head retreated once she stopped. He looked back at her and noticed tears leaving wet streaks on her face.

-Hey, it’s ok, you’re doing so good, love! He’ll will be here soon. - he dried her tears with his hand.

-I can’t do this, I can’t, I want the hospital, I want the meds! Ggggggrrrrrrrrrr! - she barely finish talking and was already pushing again. This time, the head stayed in place. He admired the downy patch of dark hair, so similar to his own.

-I know, but we don’t have another choice, hun. We gotta do this now. The baby needs you. C’mon, mama. - he watched as she pulled her legs and pushed again, the small opening widening further. He couldn’t resist the urge to touch the first sign of their child emerging into the world, so he cupped his little head, who was still mostly inside his mama. - Good girl! Good mama! It’s coming, love!

-Nnnnngggggggghhhhhhh! Get out! Get out! - she shrieked.

-It’s coming, it’s coming, good job! - the head had widened the opening to a big teardrop. Daniel put both of his hands around his wife’s nether lips, framing the baby’s head between them.

-Ggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Uuuuggggghhhhhh! - her strong push brought the head into a full crown, widening her more than she ever thought possible. Her head fell back into the table, exhausted.

-Good job, love! You’re doing so good!!! - he pulled her hand down, guiding her to touch the head with him.

-Oh my God! Oh my God! Hi, baby! Hi! -she smiled through tears. She was so tired! She looked to Daniel’s face and watched as absolute bliss painted his features. He made it all worth it. Another contraction seized her belly. She barely had time to react as it expelled the baby’s head in one go. She felt like fire was pouring out of her and her scream filled the room as she lurched forward with the impulse. - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!

-That’s it! Head is out, love! You’re so close!

-I can’t! I can’t do this anymore! - she cried, no breathing exercise could help her now. She just wanted this to be over. She had no strength left. But as the baby turned and the shoulders pressed her walls, her body made her push again, against her will. - AaaaaAgggggggHHHHHHH!

She fell back. Emptiness finally blessing her. She closed her eyes, ready to sleep when she heard the faintest of cries. Adrenaline rushed through her and she opened them to find Daniel holding the most beautiful baby she’d ever seen. He was covered in white goo, but soon his cries made him turn a lovely shade of pink. Daniel’s smile was so big and his eyes were filled to the brim with tears. He put the baby on her chest and took his coat off to cover his little family.

-I knew you could do it, love! I’m so proud of you! Now let’s get you two to the hospital, shall we?

Finally on his arms, she hugged their son and hummed in approval. This time, she knew, the gossip about her would never stop.

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Can you write some girl is giving birth on her boyfriend. She is sitting in his lap chest to chest, but he’s ways rubbing her bud or caressing her belly. She goes through a long and painful labor. She finally gives birth and immediately bro he the baby to her nipple to drink and her and her boyfriend are still smashed together. Oddly specific and I sorry but I really love this kind of thing.

"I know, baby, I know, but you're doing so well..."

I could only nod, following my boyfriends lead as we breathed in sync, the contraction finally tapering off.

We'd been like this for what felt like the entire day, both of us naked and intertwined as my labor progressed. He'd been so attentive during my pregnancy that it didn't surprise me that he'd be even moreso when I gave birth. Still, I hadn't expected he'd be this hands on, not that it bothered me one bit.

As soon as my contractions started he was right there, talking me through it and gently massaging my belly. When they really started ramping up that was when he suggested our current position. He wanted to see and feel it all, no matter how messy it was or how loud I became.

I murmured gratefully as he massaged his way down my back, focusing lower where the pain mostly sat. "They're really close together...its just so much pressure..." I moaned, nestling my face between his neck and shoulder. I felt him nod before his hands moved to my front.

"What d'you say we distract you a little, hm?" he purred. Both hands moved to cradle the swell of my belly, his thumbs rubbing loving circles into the taut skin. He waited for me to nod before moving one hand further down, quickly finding my clit and rubbing gentle circles on it as well.

"Mnh...!!"

"Another one?"

"N-no...just really sensitive. Please don't stop..." I breathed, rocking my hips against him as he obeyed. Pressure mounted inside me, but I couldn't tell if it was a contraction, or if I was already close to cumming. I focused on chasing the pleasure, my fingertips pressing into his back as I moaned and begged for more, just a little more...!

Before I could even process it I practically screamed into his shoulder, the pressure cresting and pleasure washing over me as I came hard, all while he murmured his approval of what a good girl I was.

"Babe?"

"Mm?"

"Either you're still cumming, or..."

"Or what?" I lifted my head, worry starting to crease my features before he kissed me reassuringly, murmuring excitedly against my lips.

"Or, we just broke your water."

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"F-fuuuck...! Please, I just wanna push, baby, c'mon..." I pleaded, tears of frustration welling up as he checked me for what felt like the hundredth time. He rubbed a soothing hand on my back while he carefully moved his fingers inside me, the wetness so loud it would've been embarrassing if I wasn't so preoccupied.

"I know you do, I promise you will, but if you do too soon you could really get hurt," he replied softly, and while I knew he was right it didn't stop me from letting out an exhausted sob. "Just a little more, I won't make you wait any longer than you have to."

"Okay..." I breathed, already steeling myself for the next contraction. There were hardly any breaks between them now, and every time without fail I begged for him to let me do what my body was screaming for me to do. I was a mess of sweat and water and the baby wasn't even close to here yet. As the contraction gripped me part of me felt like giving up, just calling an ambulance, or--

"--next one."

"Wh-"

"You can push with the next contraction, baby, you're ready."

Relief washed over me, doing away with all the impending negative thought. Carefully, he helped to lift me just a bit, so that now I was in a deep squat right over his lap. The new position made me realize just how ready I was now, the pressure against my cervix like nothing I'd felt before. My belly hung low between my thighs, and I let out a soft sigh as he ran his hands over the curve once more, holding me reverently. We both felt the tightening of my swell, and my hands grasped his shoulders for support. When it fully came I didn't hesitate for a moment, a guttural moan escaping me as I pushed, hard.

"So good, you're doing amazing," he murmured praises as I dug my nails into his shoulders, only letting up once the contraction had ebbed. It felt so perfect, being this close to him, being held by him as I gave birth to our baby. With every push he encouraged me, syncing our breaths like before.

Eventually he moved his hands from my belly to between my legs, his breath hitching with excitement when he felt the slight teardrop between my lips. "Oh you're right there, babe, I need you to push hard with this next one."

I only nodded, not having the energy to quip that I'd been doing just that for hours now. A ragged moan tore from my throat as I gave the next push my all, turning into a sound of shock when I felt the head fully emerge. "Oh fuck, oh god please tell me I can keep pushing...!" I said hurriedly, adrenaline rushing through me like I'd never felt before. He pressed his forehead to mine, sounding nearly as breathless as I.

"Yes, yes, just a couple more, you're so perfect giving birth for me like this..."

The praise mixed with the adrenaline renewed my strength completely, and true to his word it was only two more hard pushes until I felt the hot rush of fluid and baby gushing out of me, making even more of a mess on both of us. He caught her instantly, waiting a moment until I was ready to take her from him.

Instinctively I brought her to my chest, wincing just a bit as she latched onto my sensitive, leaking nipple, but the pain left as soon as it'd come. All the while he held us both close, kissing the tears of effort from my face and saying how good I did, how perfect she was...

How he couldn't wait to have me do it again.

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Not so accidental

408.11. A classic trope I’ve not actually seen here, or at least haven’t for a long time. A single father hires a college aged girl to babysit his young child(ren). They start sleeping together and the babysitter swells with the father’s child.

Fulfilling the above request with a lot of fluff.

Long time lurker and writer but first time submitting here. Might write more on my blog, lemonlimesherbert, and you can credit me as Lime. Enjoy!

Janey’s budget had been tight. Normally she was financially safe between student loans, working as many hours as possible over the summer, and not spending too much money on frivolous things. However, this semester, the 20 year old college student was struggling a bit more. Fortunately there was a jobs board at her university where anyone could advertise if their place of business was hiring, or even looking for people to do odd jobs. A former biology professor of hers was looking for a babysitter for his 4-year-old son and seemed to be having trouble finding someone to meet his specific needs.

She would need to be CPR certified, first aid training, at least 20 years old, and have availability on all Tuesday and Friday nights and occasionally other nights or weekends. She was pre-med and met all the requirements so she reached out. Professor Michael Houser  was over the moon when she reached out and quickly set up a time to meet. Insisting she call him “Mike” as she was no longer his student and that it would be less awkward since she was working for him. They met over the weekend at his home, and she was surprised at how nice it was. It wasn’t huge but it was nicely decorated, comfortable, and his son Samuel was sweetie. She hit it off with the little one and she was hired! The pay was pretty good and she didn’t mind being around Mike who encouraged her to eat whatever in the house, feel free to do homework once Samuel was asleep, and to watch TV.

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Meant to be a Mother

8 months with as much bed rest as possible. The sentence went through my head over and over again and I couldn’t help but smile like the cat that caught the canary. I pulled the car into our driveway and stopped the engine. 8 months. As much bed rest as possible. That didn’t mean total bed rest. It didn’t mean you couldn’t do anything physical. Just a limited amount of activities. I got out of the car and stretched and noted how much you wish you could probably do the same. Even the simple pleasure of driving and then freely stretching your limbs and back after. I went around to the back of the car and started to unload the massive amount of groceries that had put a serious dent in my wallet. Not that I cared all that much. Growing a baby took a toll and you needed the calories. Even if your tastes shot around wildly at a moment’s notice. Savory. Sweet. Salty. Healthy. Loaded with fat. I didn’t mind the ridiculous amount or cost. If this was the price to keep you this way I would happily pay a thousand times over. “Daddies home” I thought and laughed to myself. It was almost impossible to dampen my spirits these days. 8 months. And AS much bed rest AS possible. I walked through the front door and cheerily called out “Babe I’m home!” The only answer was a low moan coming from the bedroom upstairs. I sauntered in and started to unload the food. I knew it was a bit cruel but I couldn’t help but ask “Hey are you here?” I was grinning ear to ear waiting for the answer.

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too old to birth

Ida was 39 when she met her much younger husband. Neither expected her to become pregnant easily so they used no birth control.

Ida had no idea she was pregnant. She found herself alone and in denial when the contractions rippled through her. It's just gas, she thought.

And she lay there in tears as the baby forced itself out of her, a bulge forming in her jeans. When would he be home? Hours seemed to tick by when she heard the door open.

"Ahh!" She said the get his attention.

"What's wrong?"

She sobbed as her husband peeled her jeans off, to find her bloody dripping panties. He ripped her panties off and stared. Tears came to his eyes.

She was birthing their baby.

He traced the teardrop of the head as his wife whimpered.

"Push, sweetheart."

She grunted and he felt himself harden watching her struggle to fully crown, the head slipping in and out .

After a few pushes the baby shot out and the couple wept together, kissing and holding their new miracle.

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Beach House Birth

Disclaimer: 18+, Sex during Labor and Birth, Birth,

The summer breeze trickled through the tall seagrass. Colors of pink, yellow, and blue filled the sky. Shay sat on the back porch, her eyes skimming over the horizon. The sun was setting over the ocean, the the day before was coming to a close.

Two days late. She thought to herself. Of course this baby will be stubborn like their father. She mused.

“Everything okay out here?” A soft voice whispered in her ear. She learned into the comfort of the voice, closing her eyes in pure bliss.

“Just thinking about how I made to the end of the day.” She murmured, rubbing a hand over her large, overdue belly. She let out a heavy sigh, “probably stubborn like daddy.” She said with pursed lips, shaking her beard with a grin on her face.

A wicked smile appeared on the man’s lips. “What can I say? I’ve got resilient swimmers.” He placed walked around the rocking chair his wife sat in and placed a large, firm over hers. He stood silently looking down where his child was resting. His face full of raw emotion. “Thank you. You have given me everything I’ve ever wanted. Hopefully I can be a decent father.” He laughed nervously offering her a hand to help her up. She took it, struggling to maneuver the rocking chair.

“You’ve been an amazing one so far. You worry too much, baby. Don’t think about it, let’s just take it day by day… It’s getting late.” Shay smiled looking at the clock. She secretly loved how nervous Aiden was to be a father. He was confident in every other aspect of life; yet when it came to fatherhood he nearly paled at the mention of it.

“You want me to help you wind down?” Her husband casually said, guiding her to the couch, easing her into it. He pushed the wooden coffee table further back so he could get on his knees in front of her and began to massage her body.

Shay knew what her husband wanted. He didn’t want to miss his nightly ritual of worshiping her pregnant body. He loved the belly, he was going to miss it, they both were.

She pulled him down with her, brining him into a kiss. “We made this baby.” She said her voice thick with emotion. “Now make love to me.” She said, her eyes filled with hunger and desire. They had a very healthy sex life up until this point, and she clearly had no plans of slowing down.

He silently rejoiced as he planted a long kiss on her forehead. He pulled up her sundress, exposing her swollen belly. He kissed and rubbed it, whispering sweet coos to his child and wife. His hand gravitated towards his wife’s warm opening. He took his time, rubbing around her opening and back down to her thighs before slipping a finger inside. She gasped, sliding deeper on the couch, welcoming him in her warmth. He began rubbing a thumb over he clit while using his other hand to rub the base of her belly.

“That’s right. Remember this feeling when you’re pushing my baby out…” he had come to her early on in her pregnancy and confessed he had wanted the delivery to be private and a sensual experience and was thrilled when she wholeheartedly agreed. “and you’ll feel it again when I put another baby in you…” he happily signed, inserting two fingers into her. His wife went feral, moaning and clenching down on his hand.

He felt himself begin to get hard, yearning for one or two more times inside her. “You like that, baby?” She nodded in silence. “You want me to -“ he abruptly stopped pulling out his hand as his wife suddenly gasped.

He stared down at her for what felt like hours. Could it be time? Or maybe just those Braxton hicks again. She was two days late though… he thought.

She had sat quietly before whispering softly, “that was a contraction, baby.” Her bright eyes looked up at him with a terrified look on them. She was scared and needed reassurance. With Aiden

His eyes shot open, placing both of his hands on his wife’s belly protectively. “Baby…” he looked deep into her eyes, waiting for some kind of indicator of what to do. She took a few deep breaths, rubbing her naked belly with her eyes clenched shut.

Aiden was amazed when Shay suddenly started batting her eyes at home. “Did I say I wanted you to stop?” She smiles sweetly, motioning her head in a way to tell him, his job wasn’t finished yet. His heart began to speed up, he turned his attention to his wife’s opening, and knew his time was limited. He quickly removed his pants and tossed them to the side. Shay chipped up, “help me take this off, please.” Indicating her sundress. “I want us naked for the whole birth.” She blushed looking away quickly. That’s my girl. He thought to himself.

He reverently removed her dress, watching her full breasts pop out, begging to be sucked. He took a step back to admire his heavily pregnant wife, naked and ready to birth his child. Their child. Her face suddenly began to scrunch again, this time she let out a quiet moan she looked up at him with urgent eyes and he knew she needed to be fucked. This primal connection between the two of them was sacred. Neither of them needed to speak.

He watched her body contract while he stroked his member that was growing harder every second.

He pulled his member out and looked her in the eyes, she grabbed his hand and gave it a quick squeeze before he slowly guided his head in. Shay leaned her head back with a slight “O” in her lips. He took that as the indicator to push the rest of himself into her as her moans filled his ears. He was going to miss watching her full breasts bounce with their movements.

She contracted once more and he once again stopped to check on her and she practically ordered him to go harder. He squeezed her milk-filled breast, pushing some of the liquid out. He almost came then, watching his pregnant wife take his cock, with her enormous breasts, wet pussy, while also battling the occasional contraction. God, I want put another one in her right after this. He thought to himself.

Her voice brought him back to reality. “Twist them baby, they’re so full with milk.” He did indeed tend to her breasts. Sucking the milk out, fondling them, twisting them until she cried out. He loved his wife, understanding those breasts no longer belonged to him, but the child she would soon be delivering. He wanted to remember them this way, before they became swollen and used as a food source. He would find them even sexier them, he knew that as much.

A few contractions later his wife began to shake under him, he felt her pulsating and smiled hearing her sexy moans. Her response triggered his and he released himself for one last time inside her. They sat quietly for a moment, both hands lazily stroking her belly.

They both wanted to enjoy their final moments as a family of two.

****

Throughout the labor he often touched his wife, her face, thighs, legs, breasts, belly. He touched it all, embracing the labor and admiring his wife’s amazing body. He verbally told her how sexy she was, how confident she was, how he had never loved her more than in this moment right now.

“Shhh… breathe.” He whispered in her ear as she cried out in pain. She was sitting on her back legs, her arms resting around his neck as she rocked her body back and fourth.

“Can you check me?” She pleaded, leaning back against the headboard for her to expose her dilated pussy. He slowly put a few fingers in her, she gasped at his touch.

“You’re about seven centimeters, baby. Close!” He said, rubbing her folds as she leaned back in distress. He put two fingers in, tracing her walls, feeling what labor was doing to her. She began to contract again and he inserted another finger as she battled her own body.

“More… more…” she pleaded as she gasped in pain. Her husband did not disappoint, he pushed his fingers deeper, almost as if he was looking for his child. She finished once more as he played with her clit and sucked her nipples.

He noticed as she transitioned to active labor she needed less of his support. She knew what she was doing and he found it so sexy. She told him where to rub her back, when she needed water, and then finally when she was ready to push.

What seemed like hours and hundreds of contractions later, Shay looked at her husband and whispered, “I want to push in the water.” Her water had not broken yet, so hearing this brought worry to his mind.

“Let’s get you there and then I’ll check you, okay?” They had a birthing tub ready for her in the corner, he slowly helped his wife up and she leaned into him as they stood in the dim lit room together, swaying back and fourth. He took in her smell, and thought about how in a few short hours, they’d be a family of three.

“Aiden-“ she gasped and stood back as they both watched a transparent liquid fall onto the floor. Relief flooded him before he soon realized his wife would soon be pushing. His wife doubled over in pain, grabbing his shoulder as she hunched over. “Oh.. it’s happening.” She took deep breaths. He didn’t even bother to check her, he knew the time was close.

They moved her into the tub where she leaned back with a slight smile on her face. Aiden was moving the tripod over from the bed, he was pleased with himself that he had captured most of the labor process for both of them to watch later. He watched his wonderful wife breathe through contractions, never screaming like he imagined she would be, almost as if she was born to do it.

“Baby…” she breathed out before scrunching up her face. “Come feel.” He had gotten into the tub with her and had been rubbing her thighs, waiting to stimulate her until she was ready to begin pushing. She guided his hand up to her body and into her opening when he felt something hard and soft. He yet out a yelp as he realizes his child was closer than he thought.

“Are you pushing?” He questioned.

“I’m just letting the baby move down with the contractions. I can feel it, though.” She said closing her eyes as another contraction came.

This continued on for a few more contractions before she let out a cry. She was beginning to bulge. “Baby… baby you’re doing great. Oh… there you go. Just like that.” He coached her, rubbing her thighs under the water. Aiden’s eyes were huge as he admired his wife’s opening, embracing the head that was trying to escape her. “You’re doing it babe, you’re having our baby!” He was so immensely proud of his wife.

“I need to be rubbed.” She said bringing her own hand down to her entrance, and began rubbing around the small dollop that was exciting her, he stopped her.

“Please… let me.” Their eyes met and she understood he had been waiting for this moment right here. She nodded, placing her hand to his cheek. “I… I want to do this part.”

“Bring your baby into this world.” And she began pushing, their eyes fixated on one another. He began rubbing her clit, with one hand with the other rubbing around the folds. She was pushing down, suddenly overwhelmed with sexual stimulation and adoration for her husband. “Aiden, I can feel it. It’s coming out of me!”

Aiden watched as his wife began to stretch, a dark mass protruding from her center. “Dark hair!” Was all he could make out before focusing in on the baby coming out of his wife. “Push baby!”

He looked up at his wife who looked completely exhausted. He suddenly felt bad for all of the orgasms he had given her, she should have been saving his energy. That is before she said, “Keep rubbing baby. I need it.” And he fell in love with her all over. He went to town, worshiping her clit as she continued to push his baby into his hand. “Ugh….” She leaned back in between a contraction. The head continued to stay where it was, despite her enormous efforts. She had sweat around her forehead, and sat with her eyes closed, leaning against the tub.

Aiden continued rubbing but thought of an idea.

“Give me your hand.” He whispered. She opened her eyes, weakly moving her hand down to meet his, he guided it to her entrance where their child’s head protruded out of her. “Now give little pushes.” Her eyes swelled with tears as she gasped in surprise. She moved her fingers around the head. She followed his instructions, grunting with every push, she felt with her hand and her body moving in sync. The tears began to fall from her eyes as she kept her hand in place, feeling the hair and skull exit her body.

“That’s right… just like that… everything is fine, we’re not in a rush. “ Aiden continued to work her folds, stretching around the head while simultaneously rubbing her sweet spot. Suddenly her moans turned into screams as the head continued pushing out of her, coming to a sudden full crown.

“Wait, wait, wait!” He protested, moving his hand to keep the head still. “Baby, slow. Remember, slow and steady wins the race.” And keeps us from the hospital, he thought to himself. She grunted, begged, and pleaded with him as he held his hand steady. He looked at her longingly, pushing her hair back with his free hand. “You have never been more beautiful than you are right now in this moment. Push my baby out of you. Remember when I was rubbing your clit like this earlier?” He began to furiously move his fingers around her clit as she began to push, her moans filling the room. He watched her face change from pleasure, pain, and happiness all within a few moments as she buckled under his touch.

Shays face was red and strained as she huffed and puffed. Her opening was stretched to the max as Aiden watched it move with every breathe. She had her hand cupped around the head and he had his hand placed on top of hers, they both felt it coming out of her inch by inch.

“Need… to… push!” She moaned as she bore down. She reached down with both hands, welcoming the head as it popped out of her. “Baby! I’m splitting open. Please, oh!” She began to panic.

Aiden gasped and checked for the cord while reassuring her she didn’t tear and to let the baby adjust and turn. He held the head in his hand for a moment, realizing just how fragile human life was. He stared at his wife, watching her strain and pant.

“You’re good baby.” He said, his voice full of emotion as she started panting. “Push our baby out!” He cheered.

“Aiden…” she grunted, she shifted trying to move towards him. “Help me up,” she gasped “I want to… get into all fours. Want to get out.” She began attempting to lift herself up out of the water. Aiden jumped up and grabbed a towel. He stared in awe at his child’s head hanging in between his wife’s legs. He saw it’s little features as it began to turn. He was so turned on sexually and emotionally seeing his wife strain with his son or daughter.

She was crouched low, the head hanging out of her. Shay’s hand was cupping the head, her fingers exploring just as he was as doing. He was amazed at her beauty and determination. He couldn’t want to watch her do it over and over again.

“Hurry babe. I need to push!” Her eyes urgently pleaded as she reached towards him for help. He hurried her up and she got down on all fours, grunting and moaning. He acted quickly, suctioning the baby’s mouth and checking to ensure he had grabbed the towels.

She had no idea what came over her, only that the urge to push was so primal, so raw, she couldn’t ignore it. She felt herself blossoming open, as if she would never close back up again. She chanted over and over in her heard, this is what my body was made for.

Aiden watched his wife spread wide open as the shoulders began to leave her body, he helped guide his child into the world as his wife gave one final push and moan, sliding his baby into his waiting hands.

“Oh…” he gasped, feeling the weight of the world suddenly in his hands. His wife turned over, urgently seeking her babe. He placed the baby into her arms as they both began to weep.

“It’s a boy.” His wife swooned. Aiden sprang into action, grabbing the towels and placing them over his son and wife. Sitting beside them looking down at the life they created.

Once they got done admiring the newest member of the family, Shay announced she wanted to birth the placenta in the water before showering off.

During this time he held his wailing son, watching and cheering on his wife as she strained one last final time. They chose to leave the placenta attached for a bit longer as they sat in the bed as a family of three.

“Look at what we made.” Aiden said in awe. Staring at the his wife as she looked down at their son. “I am so proud of you… I don’t deserve you.” He shook his head in disbelief.

“Oh god… that was the most amazing experience ever. Shay murmured as she kissed their newborn’s head. “Let’s do it again…. Just like how we did it now. I want to have as many as we can.” She said after a few moments, he had opened the windows to let the fresh air in, the sound of the ocean lingered in the background. The sun was rising and rays of sun kissed his wife’s head. He grinned in total disbelief.

“Oh, don’t tempt me for a good time.” He said, kissing his wife’s temple. “I’ll give you as many as you let me.”

“Deal.” She sighed happily.

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Maybourne Manor

Hi everyone! This was a fun one to write. As always, it's super self indulgent and written over several months. I would very much love to know what people think of it!

Written by @pregnancyismykink :)

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“Harder, please Master, harder.” You cry out as he snaps his hips, every part of your body singing with pleasure as he fucks you in the cramped space of the downstairs closet. The shelf rattles under your hands with every thrust and you can’t help the moans escaping your lips.

            “Yes yes yes…Sir please!”

            He makes a strangled noise behind you and the grip on your hips tightens, enough that you’re positive you’ll have bruises tomorrow.

            Your arms shake, your strength leaving you as your body gets closer and closer to release. He thrusts up harder, your feet almost lifting from the floor. His fingers dig deep into the dips of your hips and suddenly he’s buried deep, searing hot warmth flooding your insides.

            He stops moving, much to your dismay, but you don’t dare say anything against it. After all, you were just a house maid.

            He leaves soon after, leaving you to clean yourself up, and as you walk out of the closet, you can still feel his cum dripping down your thighs.

**

            Henry and Mary Maybourne were a wealthy couple living in the countryside. Maybourne Manor, a large three story mansion with over 100 acres of land, was the talk of the town on any given day.

            When the couple found out they couldn’t have kids, they graciously decided to open their doors to many of the children without families, orphaned by the combination of the plague as well as an ever raging war with the neighboring country.

            You happened to be one of the lucky ones who’d been welcomed with open arms. You had been 12 when your parents passed, as well as both of your brother’s and your younger sister. Mrs. Mary and Mr. Henry were so very kind to you, opening their house to you without hesitation. And you felt indebted to them.

            You learned from the servants in the house how to handle the duties around the manor: cooking, cleaning, gardening and even nighttime duties for Mrs. Mary. Mr. Henry had his own servants, and it was unseemly to have a female waiting on a man.

            But as you got older and you started filling out, Mr. Henry’s eyes seemed to wander a little more, and a little longer. Especially once you turned 18.

            At dinner, when you fill his goblet, his eyes wander over the breasts that had rounded out on your chest, barely contained. The corsets you were made to wear didn’t help that of course.

            And at night, when you’re busy helping Mrs. Mary undress, you can feel his eyes boring into you from the bed, undressing you with just his gaze.

            You were 19 when he first pulled you into that downstairs cupboard. He shushed you, caressing your face and promised to take such good care of you if you behaved. And behaved you did.

            You lost your virginity in that closet. Bled around him as he fucked you without remorse. And you’d enjoyed it.

            You very much still enjoy it, and it appears so does Mr. Henry.

**

            “Child, pay attention.”

            You feel a sharp slap to the back of your hand and jump, looking down at the now ruined dough. You smile sheepishly, setting the milk jug back onto the counter.

            “Sorry Miss Gerty. I’ll start a new batch.”

            Miss Gerty shakes her head but doesn’t say anything further as you move to grab the ingredients once more from around the room. The heat of the oven must be getting to you, as well as the early morning fog, for you’ve been feeling rather unwell the last couple of days.

            You put the flour and sugar on the table and try to adjust your corset, pulling at the strings to loosen it some with no luck.

“Cursed thing,” you mutter to yourself, yanking on the tight waist. You swear it didn’t used to be this tight.

You’re forearm deep into kneading the new dough when Mrs. Mary walks into the kitchen.

Miss Gerty straightens, plastering on a fake smile. “Mrs. Mary, what a pleasure it is! What can I do for you this morning?”

You straighten your back, watching the two converse, but you awkwardly smile and bow your head when Mrs. Mary makes eye contact with you.

“We will be throwing a ball at week’s end. I will be hiring some extra help to assist you in the kitchen. Mr. Lotty will discuss the menu with you.”

While Mrs. Mary is speaking with Miss Gerty, you can’t help but notice that her eyes never seem to leave you. They wander over your breasts, a longing sort of look in her eyes, but it’s gone in a flash and you ignore it, sure you must’ve seen it wrong.

She leaves after a few minutes, but you can’t help but feel like she has something on her mind.

**

That night, as you’re loosing the strings of Mrs. Mary’s corset, Mr. Henry is nowhere to be seen. You keep quiet, doing your duties, but as she finally steps out of the last layer of clothing, she sighs and turns to face you, a look of contemplation on her face.

“Is there something the matter Mrs. Mary?” you ask, keeping your voice soft.

She doesn’t answer, just steps closer and pulls the end of your braid, her fingers gentle.

You don’t know what’s happening, but if you’ve learned anything in all the years of working here, it was that silence was always the answer.

“You have grown into a fine young lady,” Mrs. Mary says finally, her voice quiet, her fingers brushing over the top of your breasts.

It’s a miracle you keep your soft moan from escaping your lips. Your breasts had been extra sensitive lately, especially your nipples.

She dropped a finger to the middle of your corset, pulling on the strings in the front.

“I’d like to see just how well you’ve grown in our care, if you don’t mind.”

It wasn’t a question and you knew it. You were caught, and as long as you never had to leave the Manor, you didn’t care what they did to you. You would enjoy whatever they gave.

You untie the laces on the front, pulling them out and loosening the corset, breathing easier as it falls to the floor. You were only wearing two layers under it, and you slide the shoulder straps off your shoulders and drop the fabric to the floor at your feet, revealing your naked body to your mistress.

“Hmmm, yes. A fine lady indeed.”

Her fingers trailed over the swell of your breasts, down over the curve of your waist, over the slight pudge of your lower belly, and around your hip and to your ass, cupping the heavy globe in her hand.

“It’s no wonder my husband has taken a liking to you.”

Your head shoots up before you can think, eyes wide in shock. Mr. Henry had made you swear to keep this secret…

Your heart raced. Would you be fired? Would they kick you out?

Mrs. Mary seems to sense your fear and raises a brow, scoffing. “You didn’t really think I had no idea what my husband was doing every night, did you?”

The blush that covers your cheeks is enough of an answer.

“It’s a shame of course,” she continues, pulling the tie from the end of your braid and undoing it so your thick brown locks fall over your shoulder. “He should’ve shared.”

Before you can process what’s happening, she leans down and wraps her lips around one of your oversensitive, perky nipples. It makes you jump and a soft moan falls from your lips, leaving you flushed and embarrassed.

“Mistress…”

Mrs. Mary shushes you, a thin pale finger to your lips.

“I want to enjoy you too. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

You don’t really have a choice, but even if you did, you would choose to go along. Feeling her fingers on your breasts as she pushes you back against the bed, her soft warm lips caressing your shoulder and then down your chest and stomach…it was incredible. So different than when you were with Mr. Henry.

The backs of your legs hit the bed and you stumbled, Mrs. Mary using a tight grip on your hips to keep you from tumbling to the floor.

“Careful now,” she whispers, pushing you more gently back towards the bed. You sit on the edge, heart racing, unsure of what exactly was going on, but Mrs. Mary’s fingers dipped between your legs, in the same area Mr. Henry liked to play with, and your jaw dropped on a gasp, your head falling back.

Warmth blossomed between your legs, something you hadn’t felt before, at least not this intensely. Your breath stutters as Mrs. Mary’s fingers leave you only to replaced with something even hotter, and wet.

“Mrs…” you whisper, but she shushes you again. You look down, your legs spreading on instinct, as Mrs. Mary’s tongue pushes between your folds. It sends fireworks through your body, making you tense up.

“Mrs. Mary…please,” you gasp out, not even sure what you’re begging for.

“Hush now child. I’m going to take care of you.”

And take care of you she did. She pushed you back onto the bed, letting your head fall back onto the plush mattress. You could hardly even focus on the exquisite linens underneath you as Mrs. Mary’s tongue and fingers did so many things to you. And it wasn’t long before you felt a burning warmth deep inside, something you’d only ever felt in pieces with Mr. Henry. It swells and burns in your stomach and hips, making your hips buck up into Mrs. Mary’s mouth, and she hums, pinching something between your folds that sends you over the edge.

Your entire body feels like it’s on fire and frozen all at once. The pleasure sparking on every inch of your skin, leaving you so incredibly sensitive as Mrs. Mary’s fingers run over your breasts and back between your legs. You whimper as her tongue presses against that spot again, legs trembling and body aching for more.

“Stay with me tonight. Henry won’t be back until morning.”

It wasn’t really a question and you knew it, but you still stuttered, sitting up slightly.

“Mrs. Mary I couldn’t. This…this is your bed. I couldn’t intrude.”

Mrs. Mary sighs and shakes her head, sitting up, her fingers still distractedly running over the soft skin of your inner thighs.

“Nonsense. Stay.”

You didn’t have a choice. And you didn’t really care.

“Yes, mistress.”

**

For two more months you handled your chores, pleasured Mr. Henry, and pleasured Mrs. Mary. Neither of them wanted you to tell the other, and you were pretty good at keeping your mouth shut. Though, you were sure both of them already knew.

However, a few weeks after your first time with Mrs. Mary, you started falling ill. Nothing life threatening, and it didn’t keep you from sharing the bed with both of your masters, but it was concerning, nonetheless.

You were in the kitchen one afternoon, setting the table for yet another of Mrs. Mary’s famous masquerade balls, when a sudden bout of nausea almost knocked you to your knees. Your stomach cramped and you cursed, putting your head on the counter, trying to breathe through the nausea, but the heat of the kitchen was just too much and you ran out the servant’s entrance, falling to your knees at the side of the chicken coop and lost all the contents of your stomach.

There wasn’t much to begin with, and the acid burned the back of your throat as you retched, holding your stomach in hopes that it would subside soon. The corset wrapped around your middle certainly didn’t help.

You pulled at it, loosening the laces. “It didn’t used to be this tight” you thought to yourself. Before, you could at least fit your fingers under the tight fabric, but now that was a fight. Despite not eating much, your stomach has been getting a slight pudge to it.

“Get it together.”

You took a few breaths, feeling better now that the nausea was gone, but the burn in the back of your throat grew worse. You needed some tea and some rest, but right now you didn’t have time for either.

You rinsed your mouth out with the well water, spitting out as much of the bad taste as you could, before heading back inside to the bustling kitchen to finish preparing the food for tonight’s banquet.

**

You dressed moderately for the occasion, a simple beige dress and dark brown corset. The laces were loosened much more than you usually allowed, but the nausea from earlier still hadn’t gone away.

A white mask adorned your face, matching that of all of the other servants’ masks as people wandered around the dance hall, chatting and laughing. You stood dutifully by the banquet table, in charge of making sure none of the plates went empty.

Maidens and young men waltz around the room as the music sways and you find yourself smiling softly at the sight. It’s beautiful, and one day you wanted to be the one dancing on the floor instead of standing by the tables, but you knew that was an impossible wish. Instead, you greeted the people as they approached, explaining every dish with care and an eloquence you’d only learned from being Mrs. Mary’s servant for so long.

Late into the night, with many of the patrons stumbling around drunk, you felt a hand on your waist.

You startled, turning to find a man much taller than you, a deep black mask covering most of his features except for his mouth, which was turned up in a slight smirk. The coat covering his chest was made of rich gold embroidery with a deep black fabric that seemed to shimmer in the candlelight.

The man smiled, his teeth gleaming in the light, and you felt yourself grow weak at the feeling of his arm around your waist.

“Would madam care to take a walk?”

Even dressed in your nicest gown, even with your hair done up the way it was, there was no way this man mistook you for one of the maidens attending the party. But his words, the soft lilt of his voice, the burning of hunger in his eyes…it was intoxicating.

“I’m to attend the dining table all night, sir. I must turn down your offer.”

Even as you said it, you regretted the words. Just for one night, you wanted to waltz, sing, and indulge in the revelry. Just once, you wanted to be a normal girl, not a willful servant of the most popular people in town.

The man frowned slightly, his hand still lingering on your waist, but then he looks around, his beautiful green eyes wandering the room before falling back on you.

“I think a few minutes won’t hurt. The attendees are all too drunk to notice your absence anyway.”

It was true. Most of the people attending the banquet had either left or made their way outside into the courtyard, leaving just a few stragglers and drunkards around the ballroom. Before you can even give your answer, he’s leading you away from the party and towards one of the many connecting hallways.

He picks one of the less well-lit ones, taking his time but keeping his hand firmly on your lower back, guiding you around like he’s been here for years. You follow along, enjoying the warmth of his hand on your back, the attention welcome.

With all of the banquet celebrations, you hadn’t been able to see to Mr. Henry or Mrs. Mary for a week, so you were craving that closeness. This stranger would do nicely. You liked his voice and the warmth he provided was inviting.

He turned another corner, stopping before a small wooden door, and you wanted to laugh. It was the same closet Mr. Henry liked to frequent.

He opened the door and hurried you into the small, cramped space, not wasting any time as his hands started to wander over your body.

“Been waiting too long for this,” he whispers, his lips playing with your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine.

His hands start fumbling with the laces of your corset, pulling them out roughly as his mouth moves deliciously over your neck and now bare shoulder. The corset comes loose, falling to the floor, and the shoulder straps of your gown soon fall too.

Your breasts fell out of the gown, bouncing slightly as he played with them. Even now it still surprised you how large they were. They’d always been round and heavy, but they sat a little lower these days, your nipples darker and much more sensitive than they’d used to be.

The stranger seemed to like that fact as his lips wrapped around your nipple, making you gasp and moan, hips moving forward into him. He hummed softly and his tongue brushed over the sensitive tip of your nipple and you jerked, fingers digging into the man’s shoulders.

You’re so lost in the feeling of his velvet tongue on your nipples, you don’t feel his hands under your skirt until the chill of the room brushes across your now bare legs. He makes quick work of your undergarments, tossing them to the floor in the same place as your corset, and his fingers start playing with the slick wet heat between your legs.

Your body jerks as he presses 2 fingers into you without warning, splitting you open. You clench around them, enjoying it all too much but also wanting something more. Something bigger.

A gasp falls from your lips as his bulge presses against you. Still clothed, he was still much larger than Mr. Henry, and the idea was exciting. Even Mrs. Mary’s makeshift toys hadn’t been this big.

He pulls his fingers out of you and you whine, fingers clenching and pulling at the dark velvet of his jacket, but he shushes you softly, capturing your lips with his own just as the tip of his bulge presses up against you.

Your mouth falls open and he pushes his tongue in, your head falling back as he starts pushing you hard against the wall. He starts pressing his hips up against you and it feels so good you almost beg him to never stop.

You wrap an arm around his shoulders, fingers digging into the nape of his neck and the other finds a grip on a nearby shelf, holding on tight as he presses his member deep inside you. It’s so tight, so incredibly hot, but you bounce on him, wanting all of it in you as fast as possible.

“Please sir,” you pull back, begging quietly, wrapping a leg around his waist and pulling him closer. He’s only buried halfway and you look down to see the deep veins throbbing inside you.

He groans, burying his face in your shoulder, one hand squeezing your breast and the other holding your leg around his waist. He starts moving faster, his thick and heavy member pressing so deep inside you, so much deeper than you’ve ever felt anything, and your body seizes too fast.

Your grip on the shelf and his nape tightens as your body tenses, mouth falling open as your head falls back against the wall, hips moving uncontrollably as he finally presses himself the rest of the way in. You clench and throb around him, feeling him twitching inside you, the warmth spreading through your whole body despite the chill of the room.

“Such a sensitive one, aren’t you,” he mutters, chuckling.

“Yes sir, please…keep going.”

He grins and moves in again, his teeth playing with the sensitive skin just behind your ear and your body curls in, too sensitive but also wanting more.

He takes his hand from your breast and puts both hands on your waist, holding you tight as he starts to forcefully fuck you. Your back hits the wall and your grip on the shelf grows weak, but you never once ask him to stop. He’s not Mr. Henry, you can make noise.

“Yes, yes, aaahhhhh please!”

The noise is honestly lewd, the squelching of your fluids mixing with that salty white cum that seems to only come out of men. He lifts your leg higher, putting it over his shoulder, practically making you do a split as he spears you, his member digging so very deep.

“Look so good like this,” he grunts out, his forehead shining with sweat. Your breasts bounce with every thrust, pushing you harder and harder against the wall, and it doesn’t take long at all before you feel that now familiar warmth starting to grow again.

His breathing grows heavier in your ear, exertion clear in the huffs he keeps letting out, and you can’t help but match his hurried breathing, your chest heaving as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to that delicious warmth.

“Close,” is all you can moan, your voice hoarse. He changes angles suddenly and you feel sparks shoot through your body, your nipples tingling from the attention.

His fingers drop between your legs to play with that sensitive spot between your legs that Mrs. Mary likes to play with so much and it takes all of two seconds for you to start crying out, your whole body reacting to the release of all that built up warmth.

He keeps going, fucking you hard, and your thighs ache from tensing so hard. Fluid squirts out of you on every thrust, soaking the floor and the deep black fabric of the man’s pants, but you didn’t care. It felt too good to care.

He didn’t seem to care either because he just kept going and going and going until finally he tensed up, pressing his body all the way up against you until you were trapped between him and the wall, and then you felt his member twitch and grow hotter.

His moans echo around you, his breath caressing your ear as his hips keep making small movements, thrusting up into you every few seconds. You dig your fingers into the back of his neck, feeling so amazingly content.

“Sir, please…”

He doesn’t bother moving, his face sweaty as he turns into your neck again, sucking on that sensitive skin again. He lets your leg fall back to the ground and you gasp at the change of angle, feeling even more full now that your legs were both on the floor. You didn’t even try to pull off of him.

He drops a hand between the both of you, playing with that too sensitive spot and you jerked away with a gasp, a whine following after when he didn’t stop.

“It’s too much. Please…”

“Come on,” he interrupts, his voice velvet in your ears. “Just a little bit more. You can do it.”

You shook your head but didn’t try to move away, letting him do what he wanted. Your hips moved of their own accord, moving with and away from his fingers, but you couldn’t get far. It was far too sensitive but it still felt good. Good enough to keep you from fighting it.

“Just a little bit longer,” he whispered, catching your lips in another wet kiss. Mr. Henry never did that. He preferred silence too. But this man…

“When can we do this again?”

The question was quiet, a whispered hope, but the man smiled beautifully, his eyes glittering. “I’ll be back next month for Mrs. Mary’s birthday. Find me then?”

You nodded, spent and exhausted but still aching for more. His fingers swirled around the little nub and you groaned, tensing again and again as his fingers never relented. His member twitched inside you again and that was all it took before you felt that rush of release again.

“Promise me you’ll find me,” he whispers, his voice husky and low. You swallow, throat dry and aching from your moans, but you look up at him and nod.

“I promise. I’ll find you.”

He grins and pulls you in for another kiss, this one softer than the rest, and then he pulls out, making you twitch and clench around the sudden emptiness.

“I must get back before I’m caught missing. I look forward to seeing you again,” he said, fixing his clothes up and readjusting himself. The deep black color of the fabric made it impossible to see any evidence of your nighttime activities, and he knew it.

He turned and left, closing the door behind him, leaving you aching and full.

It’s only after you pull your undergarments and gown back on that you realize you hadn’t even gotten his name. He’d left you with nothing but a steady stream of cum leaking between your legs.

**

 “Have you been stealing food from the pantry?”

Miss Gerty gives you a stern look, her arms crossed over her busty chest. You were running late this morning because you struggled with your corset. It was nearly impossible to get on now, barely reaching the bottom eyelets for lacing.

Your stomach had certainly rounded out in the month since the banquet. You weren’t sure what caused it, especially since you’d actually been eating less recently due to the nausea.

“No ma’am. I swear it!”

Miss Gerty only raised a brow in disbelief, clucking her tongue.

“I don’t believe you, but you’re too good to let go. Don’t let me catch you stealing or you’ll be out on your ass, understood?”

You nod frantically, hands tucked into the folds of your skirt, the corset digging uncomfortably into your ribs.

“Get back to work. We have a lot to prepare for Mrs. Mary’s birthday.”

You nod again, keeping your head low as you get back to work, fingers shaking as you grab the ingredients needed to make Mrs. Mary’s favorite pie.

**

The preparations go well enough, and the party starts early. Guests arrive from all over, donned in fancy clothing and jewelry shiny enough to blind you. You are once again dressed in your nicest gown, the same beige gown you’d worn that month ago.

The dark brown corset didn’t fit this time though so you went with a lighter off-white colored one, loosening the strings as far as they’d go and still feeling it was too tight.

You’re still in the kitchen prepping the last minute dessert requests when Mrs. Mary finds you.

“You’ll work yourself to death if you keep going like that child.”

You startle, catching yourself and giving her a small smile and a dip of your head in greeting.

“Why aren’t you at the celebration?” she asks as she moves closer, her gorgeous gown of midnight blue stark in the dirty kitchen, her beautiful brown hair tied up into an intricate knot on top of her head putting your own side braid to shame.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Mary. Gerty asked me to prepare the last few dessert changes before joining the party.”

Mrs. Mary is close enough now to touch but you keep your dirty hands to yourself, not wanting to stain her gown.

She doesn’t seem to have any hesitations though as she reaches forward, putting a hand on your belly.

“Enough work. Come, I have a gift for you.”

She grabs your hand before you can protest and she leads you out of the kitchen, leaving you confused and anxious but happy to be out of the heat of the kitchen.

She leads you upstairs and past several doors before landing on one you’ve never seen before at the end of the hallway. She smiles at you and you give her a small smile back, unsure of what is happening.

But then she opens the door to reveal a bedroom, well furnished with a window overlooking the back gardens. The wardrobe sits open, clothes filling it almost to the brim. You have no words, still unsure why you were here.

“Mrs. Mary?”

She smiles again, tugging you into the room.

“Surprise!”

Your heart is racing, making your fingers tremble a bit, but you manage to stutter out a few words. “This…this is for me?”

Mrs. Mary nods, a big grin on her beautiful face.

“You’re carrying my husband’s child, so I am making sure you are well taken care of.”

You startle again, brows furrowing.

“What?”

Mrs. Mary looks surprised, a chuckle coming out of her. “You weren’t aware? Look at how your belly has grown dear.”

She moves closer, putting her hands on your stomach, making your stomach clench at the touch. It had been two weeks since your last session with either one of them.

“I’m surprised you didn’t know. I had my suspicions early on, when your breasts were just so beautifully sensitive,” she says, pulling on the neckline of your gown until one of your breasts pops out. “And I’ve been sure of it since last month, when you grew ill and started loosening your corsets.”

She leaned in, wrapping her lips around your thick, dark nipple and you let out a small whimper, unable to hold it in. It was all too much. You didn’t know this would happen. Let alone this soon in your life. But…you didn’t mind.

She pulls off with a pop, licking her lips as she fondles your breast, squeezing and bouncing it in her hand.

“These have grown so much. I can’t wait to see how big you are when you are near your due date.”

You shudder at her touch, feeling yourself grow wet between your legs. Her fingers have always felt warm and amazing.

“And you should stop wearing these now,” she adds, pulling at the strings of your corset, letting it drop to the floor, much to your relief. “It’s not good for the baby.”

You can’t believe this is happening. You’re pregnant, with child, with Mr. Henry’s child no less. And Mrs. Mary is okay with it.

“Mrs. Mary…I—”

“Hush child,” she interrupts, a finger to your lips. “I can’t carry a child of my own, so this will have to do. And I will expect many children from you.”

You nod, wide-eyed but growing more and more excited by the second.

“Come now, let’s get you dressed in a proper gown."

**

By the time Mrs. Mary is done with you, you look radiant. She pulls a mirror over to show you how you look in the deep emerald green gown she put you in and you gawk at the image, amazed at how well your body has taken to the pregnancy.

Now that you know, you can see it all the more clearly. Your breasts have rounded out and sunk even lower, held up for now by the wide ribbon Mrs. Mary wrapped under them. Your stomach has begun to round out as well, and it’s especially visible in this gown. Almost like Mrs. Mary wants to flaunt your belly in front of everyone.

Your hips have thickened and widened as well, making the dress wrap perfectly around your curves like it was made specifically for your measurements. You weren’t entirely sure it wasn’t.

Mrs. Mary wraps an arm into yours, leading you out of the room and into the main hall, heading towards the bustling grand ballroom. Your stomach is alight with butterflies but Mrs. Mary soothes you with a few quiet promises to make you feel better tonight, and then you’re entering the room, immersed in the golden light of the room, living out a dream you never thought possible.

**

The night goes by too fast. You’re lost in the splendor of it all, dancing on the dance floor for the first time in your life. Mr. Henry steals several dances with you, seemingly aware of yours and Mrs. Mary’s conversation. You supposed they finally talked about the arrangements.

By the end of the night, you were flushed with exhaustion, aching from all the movement, and out of breath, but it was still the best night of your entire life. The lights, the people, the recognition in some of the other servants’ eyes…it was amazing.

You found a seat off to the side of the room, resting your aching feet until a familiar gentleman steps in front of you. Even though you hadn’t seen his face that night, his build was too perfect to forget.

“You look stunning tonight,” he says, his voice still dripping that warm enticing sound that goes straight between your legs. He’s not alone though.

Mr. Henry comes up behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder with a grin as Mrs. Mary comes up on the other side of the man.

“Doesn’t she? We chose well with this one,” she says, her hair still perfectly pinned up on her head.

Mr. Henry nods, a grin on his face and once again lost in how gorgeous he really is. The navy suit, dark and perfectly suited really brings out Mr. Henry’s eyes. And the stranger, his eyes glistening with knowledge of something you were unaware of, looked absolutely divine in his own dark brown suit, handsomely complimenting his eyes as well.

You stand from your spot, bowing your head to the three of them, just now realizing the once bustling room was now empty save for the remnants of the servants and the mess of the party.

“How can I help you?’ you ask timidly, unsure of yourself. You didn’t know they knew this man, the stranger who had pulled you into the closet and taught you how much fun it could actually be.

Mrs. Mary laughs, her eyes sparkling as she wraps a hand around your waist.

“Oh dear, tonight is going to be all about you. I promise.”

Your brow furrows but you don’t dare protest as she leads you from the ballroom and up the stairs, the men following close behind, to a very familiar room. The master bedroom suite, utilized by Mr. Henry and Mrs. Mary.

The door opens and closes, and then you’re alone in a room with all three of the people who have pleasured you in the last several months.

“I don’t…I don’t understand.” Your voice is quiet and shaky, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t intrigued.

Mr. Henry and the stranger take off their jackets and ties, warm smiles on their faces while Mrs. Mary grabs your hands and leads you to the edge of the bed.

“Dear, you have already given me the best birthday gift I could ever ask for. The child you’re carrying will be a legitimate heir to our estate. And Mr. Keely here would like for you to do the same for him and his wife. Once you have birthed this one, of course.”

She looks to both of the men, who are now stripped down to only their undergarments and you feel yourself grow warmer, now very much aware of what was about to happen.

Mrs. Mary continues. “You and Mr. Keely have already had the pleasure of meeting of course, and he is here to make you more comfortable with him. We thought it might be easier to accept his request if you were well acquainted with him first.”

She lets go of your hands to pull at the end of the ribbon, releasing it from where it was wrapped around your breasts all night. You feel them fall and don’t miss the way everyone’s eyes fall to them.

“You’ll be well rewarded of course,” she says, now untying the string at the back of your neck, loosening the tighter fabric there. You feel the fabric shift lower as she pulls it off your shoulders, revealing your naked upper body.

You’re practically dripping between your legs now, unable to keep from pressing them together to relieve some of the pressure there.

Mrs. Mary pulls you up so you’re standing and pulls your dress the rest of the way off, leaving you completely naked in front of her. Mr. Henry and Mr. Keely come up behind you now and you feel their bare chests press up against your back, making you tremble from the heat radiating off of them and the chill of the room on your bare skin.

“We’ll take care of you,” Mr. Keely whispers, his lips so close to your ear. Your body shudders and your eyes draw closed, lost to the way your body feels in the moment.

His lips caress the shell of your ear and you let out a small whine as Mr. Henry’s copies on the other side. Their lips, warm and wet on your ears, throat and shoulder are nothing compared to the feeling of Mrs. Mary between your legs.

Her breath is the only warning you get before her tongue presses into the folds of your dripping slit, and your legs go weak, but you don’t fall. There are hands on your breasts, squeezing and kneading, pinching and pulling at your nipples, leaving you gasping at all the stimulation.

“We’ll make sure you never want for anything,” Mr. Henry says now, his teeth brushing over your shoulder as his fingers pull roughly on your nipple. His hands are rougher, bigger, stronger, while Mr. Keely’s are softer, clearly well taken care of. A man who never had to do manual labor.

“And we’ll make sure you’re happy,” Mrs. Mary adds, her breath hot between your legs. You can’t see, can’t even open your eyes, but you don’t need to. These people could take everything from you and you would still drop to your knees for them.

The room is spinning, and you’re so incredibly warm. The feeling of cool sheets on your bare skin barely registers as they move you to the bed, situating themselves around you. Mr. Henry is underneath you, with you straddling his waist, his member poking your slick heat.

Mr. Keely moves behind you, his own member pressing against your ass, which you’ve never felt before. You don’t get a chance to focus on it though as Mrs. Mary appears in front of you, straddling Mr. Henry’s face. She smiles warmly at you, and then she draws you in for a kiss, distracting enough that you don’t scream when Mr. Henry finally presses inside you, his fingers reaching between your bodies to play with your entrance.

You feel fingers from behind playing in the slick dripping out of you and then they’re pressing to your ass. They press in carefully but insistently and you moan loud, clenching around Mr. Henry.

Everything is too much all at once, hands roaming all over your body, fingers in places you’ve never felt, and the feeling of being so incredibly full so new to you. Mrs. Mary’s fingers start to play with your nipples and you both let out gasps of pleasure. In a moment of lucidness, you see Mr. Henry using his tongue to pleasure Mrs. Mary, and her hips grind down against him much like your own are doing on his member.

Mr. Keely finally presses into you, and you cry out, the stretch something entirely new and near painful. But the pain gives way soon to pleasure, and then you’re even fuller. You take a little to get used to it but they both start moving in tandem inside you, sliding in and out, and you can’t take it anymore.

Your entire body tenses and you let out a gasping cry as you come, squirting fluids all over Mr. Henry every time he pulls out. It makes a mess but it only seems to spur them on more as Mrs. Mary moves in to pull one of your nipples into her mouth.

They don’t stop moving, making you shake hard from the pleasure continuously shooting through you. Mr. Keely and Mr. Henry find a rhythm soon enough, and as one pulls out, the other pushes in. It’s maddening but also incredible and you let your mouth fall open, not holding back your moans anymore.

Your nipples tingle, your whole body trembling and throbbing, and you lose yourself to the heat of it all. The hands on you, the members in you, the feeling of so much skin on your own. It doesn’t take long before you’re coming again, lost once more to the pleasure.

**

After that night, life gets much easier. You’re no longer required to work around the manor, instead now allowed to meander around the grounds with Mrs. Mary. She shows you around her gardens, the town, the market, and you even get to take a visit to the local lake. The feeling of that cold brisk water against your heated body was heavenly.

Months pass and you grow used to being so well taken care of. Mr. Keely visits every few weeks, and you’ve come to anticipate his visits, knowing it’ll lead to more nights with all three of them sharing your bed.

You’ve grown in the last 3 months as well. Your breasts and belly have rounded out spectacularly, and it drives Mr. Henry crazy every time he sees you. He likes to mess with you, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling your breasts out of their fastenings whenever he feels like it.

The first time he did it in public, you were embarrassed. People who had once been your equals, serving the table for dinner, watched as Mr. Henry groped and played with your breasts without a care in the world. But it felt so good and was so nice to be cared for in such a way, that you didn’t care. Mr. Henry could do whatever he wanted to you.

You’re asleep in bed one night, listening to the bugs chirping outside your window as the soft breeze carries into the room and caresses your bare upper half. You’ve taken to sleeping without clothes, for moments exactly like this and because it was far more comfortable than trying to force your growing body inside the tight fabrics inside your wardrobe.

Mr. Henry opens the door and you smile softly to yourself, keeping your eyes closed. He thinks you don’t know, thinks you’re asleep, and most of the time you really are, as he sneaks into your room and into your bed, using you.

He slips under the covers with barely a sound, already hard and naked, and slides himself right behind you, pressing his thick member into your slit and using you. You keep quiet as he does this, letting him do whatever he wants until he stiffens and comes, small grunts coming out of him as he makes his last few thrusts and pulls out.

He always leaves you dripping, a slick stream leaking out of you when he’s done, and while it means you always have to change your sheets, you don’t mind.

**

By the time you reach your ninth month, you’re glowing. Mrs. Mary parades you around town, showing off her surrogate, showing off the strong and healthy belly you have to all of the people wandering around.

Her friends gawk at you over tea, their hands always finding a way to your belly, touching you whenever they feel like it. It’s nice. To feel so loved. So appreciated.

It’s afternoon tea when you feel the first cramp around your middle. It’s nothing crazy, and it’s gone after a few moments, so you don’t think much of it. But they keep coming throughout the day, each one getting worse and closer together.

By the time you undress and get ready for bed, belly full from the day of feasting, your back is aching something fierce. You groan softly, leaning against the bed and swaying your hips side to side. It relieves some of the pressure and you keep doing it until the pain stops. You still don’t think much of it as you climb into bed, getting comfortable.

**

Mr. Henry visits you again in the night. He does his usual, climbing in behind you, pressing himself inside and reaching around to play with your heavy breasts. They’ve started to leak now, preparing for the babe in your belly, and he likes to make a mess of it.

He comes inside you and you sigh softly, unable to keep the moan from your lips. When he pulls out though, much more fluid escapes than usual and you stir awake.

“Mr. Henry? What’s happening?”

Your voice is hoarse and the lack of light in the room means you can’t see, but Mr. Henry smiles, his teeth gleaming in the bare light, and you groan as you feel another cramp clamp around your middle.

“It’s time."

**

Mrs. Mary finds you an hour later, laid up in bed and groaning through another contraction. Mr. Henry had called for her as well as a few other servants, candlelight now illuminating the room. Mrs. Mary looked just as overjoyed as Mr. Henry and you couldn’t help but feel excited.

“Oh, dear it’s time!” Mrs. Mary exclaims, climbing onto the bed to rub your belly.

It tightens under her hand and your face scrunches up as you breathe through it, taking deep breaths and letting them out.

The physician soon comes in with a small bag on his shoulder and you feel better seeing him here.

“The Maybourne heir is finally here,” he says, giving a small bow to Mr. and Mrs. Maybourne. You smile at him, nodding slightly back.

“Let me get a look at you,” he smiles warmly, moving closer to the bed. He climbs up onto it, between your legs, instructing you to spread your legs a little more and you do. He puts on a pair of gloves and you rest your head back on your pillows as two of his fingers press inside you.

It’s a weird feeling, but nothing new. You’ve had so many other things inside you this is nothing.

The pressure is intense though, especially when he presses down on your pelvis, palpating the area. You’re just about to ask him to stop when he pulls back.

“She’s doing great. 8 cm dilated already. It won’t be long now.”

**

For the second time in your life, you want to curse the world. The pain seizing your lower half is so intense and tight it steals your breath. Mrs. Mary has to remind your several times to breathe through the pain.

You’ve shifted now, on your hands and knees on the bed, belly brushing against the covers of the bed as you sway back and forth, little moans and whimpers escaping every few minutes. Mr. Henry rubs your back and wipes your hair out of your eyes, kissing your temple and calming you as much as he can.

It hurts so much, the baby’s head huge between your legs. The physician watches silently, only interfering to check on your progress. It took another 3 hours after his last check to dilate fully, and another hour on top of that to feel the baby slip out of your cervix and into your canal.

Mrs. Mary cups her hand over your swollen slit and you whimper, a tear escaping as another contraction comes.

“Push now, you can do it.”

You do what they say. You push with all your might, legs trembling when you finally stop pushing, the baby moving ever so slowly.

They say they can’t see the child yet and you feel exhausted already. But this is what you were meant for. You can do this.

With the next several contractions, you bare down hard, feeling the head slowly beginning to stretch you out. You feel the babe move lower and lower, your lips parting on a scream as the top of the baby’s head hits Mrs. Mary’s hand.

“Oh my,” she says, her voice soft. “Look at them. They’re so close. And a head full of hair.”

You hear the tremble in her words but you can’t focus on anything but the burn. It feels like the baby’s head is slicing you in half, stretching you so much more than you ever thought possible. You push and push and push, crying out as the baby’s head crowns more and more.

“You’re doing so good, love. Almost there.”

You heave, gasping for breath, but as the next contraction comes, you bare down again, screaming through it as finally, the head pops out with a jerk of your hips.

You almost collapse but Mr. Henry keeps you up, his hands warm and soothing on your sweaty skin. You can’t see what’s happening but the physician is checking the baby, his fingers pushing in past the baby’s head and you don’t even have the energy to complain.

The relief is short lived, another contraction seizing you all too soon, and you’re right back to pushing.

It takes another hour. Of pushing, screaming, crying, sobbing, and altogether misery, but the shoulders finally push past your tight lips and the rest of the baby follows easily in a rush of fluids.

You collapse forward, body spent and exhausted. Mrs. Mary exclaims it’s a boy and you feel your own tears matching hers.

“Henry, look. He’s absolutely perfect.”

Mr. Henry moves away from your side and you just breathe, burying your face in the pillow. But the physician doesn’t allow you to rest just yet.

“Turn over on your back dear. You need to deliver the afterbirth.”

You whimper but do as he asks, flipping over onto your back, your legs almost useless. He moves between your legs and presses on your stomach. Mrs. Mary thankfully moves up next to you with the baby boy in hand, and places him on your chest.

“It’s very important to get him latched early so he can be big and strong.”

You nod, so so tired, but the tiny chubby cheeks of your baby mesmerize you. He moves his little head, his hands balling into fists, but as soon as you push a nipple into his mouth, he takes to it immediately.

You jerk a little at the feeling, but he soon starts suckling and you lean back against the pillows, pushing whenever the physician instructs you to.

By the time you’re done, the baby is well fed, the bed has been cleaned, and you pass out from the exhaustion.

**

You stayed with Mr. Henry and Mrs. Mary for another year after Henry the 2nd was born. You breastfed him for the whole year, weaning him off more and more by the end of the year. He was the most adorable curly haired boy you’d ever seen, and Mrs. Mary doted on him so much.

Mr. Henry was already talking about how he was going to teach Little Henry how to ride, how to hunt, how to be a proper gentleman, and you couldn’t help but smile proudly at his words every time.

But now you’re standing outside the manor, dressed in traveling clothes, your bags packed around you on the steps leading out of the manor. Mr. Keely would be here soon to pick you up. For you weren’t done carrying, and you didn’t think you’d ever want to be. His wife was very much looking forward to a child of their own as well.

“Ba b aba!”

You turn around at the noise and grin as little Henry toddles over to you, his chubby cheeks rosy from the morning breeze.

Mrs. Mary follows close behind with a smile on her face, her eyes watery.

“I can’t believe you’re leaving. I don’t know what we’ll do without you.”

You smile, picking up little Henry and blowing a raspberry into his throat.

“I’ll be back. I would never leave Maybourne Manor for good.”

Mr. Henry comes out of the doors and you set little Henry down on the ground, watching him toddle towards his father.

“We’re going to miss you,” Mrs. Mary says, eyes watering even more now.

You grin and shake your head, moving in to pull her into a hug, squeezing tighter than necessary.

“Thank you…for everything you’ve done for me. And for giving me a life I never thought I could have.”

Mrs. Mary pulls back, sniffling and wiping her eyes as Mr. Henry gets closer, little Henry squirming in his arms.

“We’ll never be able to repay this kindness. Please do keep us in mind in a few years when Mr. Keely has a new heir.”

You nod, unable to speak through the knot in your throat. Your own eyes burn and you try to keep the tears from falling but you’re unsuccessful.

A carriage rumbles up to the stairs and Mr. Keely steps out, a grin of pure beauty on his face.

He waits for you at the door of the carriage, standing tall and proud. The driver starts loading your bags, and soon the only thing left to do is say your goodbyes.

“Thank you. Both of you. For taking care of me all these years.”

They both smile sadly, even Mr. Henry’s eyes seem to be glistening.

“No, thank you. For giving us everything we could’ve ever wanted.”

You hug them both, holding back your tears as you place a kiss on the top of little Henry’s head, and then you’re waving goodbye through the window of the carriage, the bumps of the driveway making your still swollen breasts bounce.

You stare as long as you can, until the Manor disappears from view, and then you turn to Mr. Keely, seeing him already looking at you.

“You’ve matured. And by God you are gorgeous.”

You blush, unable to hide your smile. His words always did things to you.

“I can’t wait to see you swollen with my own child this time,” he says warmly, leaning in to kiss at your throat. You shudder and sigh, leaning your head back so he can reach more of your skin.

He scoots a little closer on the bench, his lips doing magic to your throat as his hand pulls the hem of your gown up over your knees, his fingers brushing the bare skin of your legs, making you shake with anticipation.

It’s been a year since you’ve had this, and you wouldn’t refuse now.

“Mr. Keely~”

“Hmmm, I’ve got you,” he whispers, his fingers inching closer and closer before finally dipping past your undergarments and into your slick wet heat. You lift your hips a little as he pulls your panties off, his hands guiding you onto his lap.

His pants are tented and your mouth waters at the sight, knowing you’re finally getting what you want again.

“Fuck me.”

Mr. Keely laughs but does as he’s told, undoing his pants and holding himself up for you to sink down onto him.

This was your life now, and you would get as much out of it as you possibly could.

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Too Good to Call it Quits

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Raquel was 39 weeks pregnant and her body made certain to remind her of it every minute in an hour, every hour in a day and every day of the week. Her feet were sore and swollen, back ached from the bottom to her shoulders and if her hips flared her gait anymore she

All of this was why Raquel was quickly waddling to an appointment with a prenatal massage therapist. Her mother-in-law gifted her a free visit as one of her baby shower presents. She was certainly supposed to use it before she was anywhere close to her due date, but moving and nesting had filled up all of her time till now.

"Babe, are you sure this is alright? You were feeling contractions earlier," her husband, John, looked at her dropped and tight belly with concern.

"I'll be fine, they're just braxtons. I need something like this right now anyway," Raquel rolled her eyes.

She loved her husband, but he hovered over her like she was a fragile glass. It was cute at times and a bit aggravating at others.

The pair signed in and sat down. As Raquel waited, a slight pain went through her stomach. Only enough to make her wince a bit. It didn't worry her the least bit though. Not yet anyway.

"Raquel Johnson?" A young woman in purple scrubs asked from the doorway.

Raquel waved and rose slowly from her seat.

"Alright, babe, I'll be right here if you need anything." John said behind her.

Raquel waddled behind the young woman and into a room. The massage table sat at the very center while set of sheets, bottles of oils and a body pillow laid neatly on a separate table next to a music player.

"My name is Melanie, I'll be taking care of you today." Melanie smiled. "Is there anything I need to know before we get started?"

Raquel felt her stomach tighten once more. "Nope, not at all. I'm ready for the full body service!"

"Well, let's get started then. Take off your shirt and let me know if there is anything I can do to make you comfortable."

Raquel took off her shirt, revealing her engorged tits that were only dwarfed by her belly. At this stage, her belly had dropped low, Raquel was blessed not to have any marks with how big it was. She laid on the soft, cushioned table and got her self relaxed.

Melanie turned on some soft, ambient music and got her preferred oil.

"Alright, back first?" Melanie picked up the body pillow.

"Thats good with me, its been killing me all third trimester."

Melanie passed the pillow to Raquel and had her rotate on her side. She rubbed the oil into her hands and then gently pressed on Raquels back. It was cold at first, then warm, and then Raquel felt the therapists palms press firmly into her well worn back. Instantly, Raquel felt relief.

Melanie's fingers dug deeply into the muscles of Raquel's back. Each finger stretching and firmly moving her working muscles. Raquel moaned softly into the pillow. This was better than she could have imagined. She wanted this to last forever…

However, each contraction was hastening in pace. Raquel had a feeling these weren't just braxtons. But it was fine, this was her first time being pregnant and it could take another full day until she had to go to the hospital. This massage was far too good and needed to let a few early contractions scare her off the table.

Raquel continued to lay there purely relaxed, allowing Melanie to press her trained palms into her feet, calves, thighs, even around her chest that constantly throbbed with how heavy they had gotten. She was honestly lucky she decided to pump a bit before coming or else there would be an embarrassing mess.

The contractions increased in time with Melanie's work, but they were eased by her soothing hands. Raquel managed to keep her moaning hidden with Melanie's deep massaging. Though, slowly but surely, Raquel began to feel something bulge out of her cervix. Her waters haven't broken yet, she still has plenty of time to enjoy this.

Melanie then had Raquel shift to being on her back again. It was time for the belly massage. Melanie dripped a generous amount of oil onto the tight surface.

Raquel moaned lightly as the therapist's hands glossed her contracting stomach with oil.

Melanie's hands gently went across the sides of Raquel's belly. Each movement was intentional. The circular motions eased the ever increasing contractions she felt in her belly, but they didn't stop her from ever so slightly opening her legs. Raquel's baby inched slowly into her canal unbeknownst to her. Her water still hadn't broken yet, she could enjoy this massage for a bit longer.

"Your stomach is so tight," Marie looked at Raquel's swell with concern. "Are you having braxton hicks?"

"Oh! Y-yes! Don't worry, you're actually making them easier to get through," Raquel reassured her.

Then Marie pressed her hands a bit too deeply on the top of Raquel's belly. A sharp, and loud pop reverberated throughout her body. A large amount of fluid shot out of her pussy in a jet, soiling the covering towels and her shorts.

Raquel's eyes snapped open.

"Wha-what was tha-"

A severe contraction cut the heavily pregnant woman off. Raquel's mouth went wide. She could feel it now, the full weight and size of her baby driving through her canal. Her belly visibly flexed beneath the stunned palms of Marie.

"Ough, ow ow!" Raquel's hand sprung to her stomach.

The contraction shot the baby fully into her canal without the cushion of the sac. Her labor progressed rapidly in an instant. Her stomach contracted harder than before, sending her baby even further into her throbbing pussy.

"Oh, oh fuck! It's coming!" Raquel's stomach compressed in itself and spurt of fluid ejected from her puff pussy.

Marie jumped back from the wailing and thrashing woman. The sound of hard footsteps came down the hallway.

"Oh fuck," the head therapist looked at the scene in disbelief.

"Baby, im here, im here," John took hold of Raquel's hand.

"I-I thought I had more time! Why is it so fast! I thought the first babies were supposed to be- GAHHHHHH," Raquel's back arched on the table, her legs spread wide. The head of her baby pressed on her swollen pussy.

The head therapist stripped away the cover sheet and pulled down her soiled shorts. All of them witnessed the quickly growing teardrop of a crown bulging from the struggling woman's crotch.

"It's coming so fast! It's so big!" Raquel gripped her stomach tightly, it was still visibly seizing. She'd given in to her base instinct to push but the pain of the ring of fire

The lead therapist speedily sanitized his hands and got between Raquel's legs. The head had brought the teardrop to a wide circle in a matter of seconds.

"Head is almost out!"

"I can't! It's too big!" Raquel cried out.

"You can do this, babe. They're almost here, just one big push and it'll be over," John kissed Raquel on her sweaty forehead. "Can you do that for me? Just one more?"

Raquel looked into his eyes and nodded with a whimper. She brought her chin to her chest and pulled her legs back. Then she pushed. A determined string of grunts roared from her throat. Her entire body trembled and her stomach squeezed tightly until her womb was outlined. The head inched forward with a few spurts of fluid.

"That's it Raquel! You got this, just a little harder!" John said encouragingly.

Raquel threw her head back and screamed, face red, bearing down even harder. The head popped out, then the shoulder, then torso and legs. Raquel's shriek instantly shrank into an exhausted gasp of relief.

The therapist caught the baby and immediately went to rub its back. A sputter first, then a cry, the baby began wailing in earnest.

The therapist quickly wrapped the baby and brought it to the waiting mother and father. Tired as she was, she took a firm hold of her newborn.

Over the cries of the baby, a siren had just started blaring from outside with increasing volume. Someone must have called a ambulance when they heard her scream bloody murder.

"And you said you wanted three kids?" John joked.

"Still do, but maybe not on a massage table next time," Raquel panted out. "Actually…I need to ask if they do postpartum massages…"

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Ever since Jessica was a little girl, her earliest memories were of playing house, where she was the mother and she had a bunch of children to fill her home. Her love of children never ceased as she grew up but only became stronger as she matured into a young woman. Now 20 and easily of childbearing age, Jessica wanted to make her lifelong dream come true.

Jessica was always independent and never swayed from her true self. She had some friends over the years in school, but the cliques always seemed to shift around and Jessica found happiness in her solitude. She was aware of her attractive features and at five feet four inches, 110 lbs, Jessica had a beautiful hourglass figure and tight backside that made everyone stare as she walked down street. She liked being different, so she wasn’t seen with trendy clothes and perfect hair, but her band tees, tight jeans and flowing brunette hair didn’t need help making her look any more seductive.

Jessica had a healthy sexual appetite and while never hooking up with the boys she had gone to school with in past years, she got her needs met with the alternative crowd she had sometimes kept with from local concerts and house parties. She loved having sex, masturbating, anything sexual, nothing fiendish, but she definitely wasn’t shy with it. As do everyone’s, Jessica’s sexual fetishes evolved over the years except for one. Her appetite for motherhood strongly bonded with her libido until all she could do to get off was to imagine being heavily pregnant and giving birth. She wanted to be pregnant so badly and the fact that she could choose to at any point only turned her on more.

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Nikki was feeling as big as a house, even though somebody looking her from behind would think that she was in great shape. However, if Nikki turned around, that same person would realize that, in addition to her enlarged breasts, she was carrying an out of proportion gravid belly. That person could have thought that she was expecting twins, but it was in fact a single baby, a big one. That, combined with a large uterus and lots of amniotic fluid, would explain the spherical size of her torso. There was also the fact that she was six days past her due date. At this point, she was pretty sure that finally that belly couldn’t grow anymore.

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Seasons of Birth

Leo: The King’s Ball

Evelyn was worn out these days, what with the prince's upcoming coronation and subsequent celebrations; the entire palace was working overtime in preparation for feasts, banquets, and, above all, the coronation ball. She'd been busily cleaning and polishing with the rest of the maids for weeks, eagerly waiting for all these events to be over with so she could go on leave. See, Evelyn was heavily pregnant and nearing her time. With all the running around she was doing, she could only hope she'd make it to the end.

There was another reason she wanted to be present and for things to run smoothly: the man being crowned king at the end of the week was the father of her baby. She and the prince had been having a secret affair for a little over a year, ducking into closets and hallways for ravenous lovemaking when they could find the time to spare. When she'd realized nine months ago that she was with child, she'd panicked at first, mortified at having to tell not only her royal lover but her employer. But Prince Ari, smitten, didn't seem to even mind. In fact, he appeared delighted, setting aside time to see her whenever he could.

Perhaps it was only because she was carrying his first child, but he seemed to adore her new curves with a hunger she'd never seen in a man before. Whenever they were alone, his hands would immediately gravitate to her growing middle, touching and cupping and pressing until they were both throbbing with need. Then he'd pull her dress above her hips and fuck her until they were spent, trembling and sweating and trying to get back into their clothes before they could get caught. Sometimes, on the rare occasions they would hide in his room, Evelyn would leave her dress off in order to let his hands roam over her swollen belly, feeling their child kick and move. After enough of this, he'd be hard again and thrusting into her, nibbling at her aching breasts until they were both moaning with release once more.

On the day of Prince Ari's coronation, Evelyn was finally ready to go on leave. She waddled back to her sleeping quarters after her morning shift, satisfied with her work the last few weeks. Ari was being crowned king down the road at the cathedral, and she was off-duty as of this afternoon. Now for a bath and a long nap.

"Evelyn, wait!" called Miss Bea, the head housekeeper. "I need you to serve at the ball tonight."

Evelyn sagged, exhausted. "Isn't there anyone else…?"

Miss Bea shook her head, wringing her hands and looking at her sympathetically. "I'm afraid it's all hands on deck. We have a much bigger turnout than expected, and Lottie badly sprained her ankle this morning, not to mention the handful of servants sick with that flu going around…I know you're supposed to be on leave, but I promise it would just be until after the ball."

The maid sighed deeply, resting her palms on the small of her back, which caused her enormous belly to poke forward. She had really been looking forward to that nap.

"I want double pay," she haggled, rubbing her middle pointedly.

Miss Bea let out a small laugh. "I can do time and a half and two extra breaks."

Evelyn shrugged. "Deal. Let me wash up and I'll be right down for the uniform." She looked down at herself, just barely holding back a laugh. "Do you even have one that'll fit me?"

Her boss snorted and grinned. "Don't worry, I'll make one work. I'll get a snack together for you too. Thank you, Evie, you're the best. A lot of the other girls could learn a thing from your work ethic."

Evelyn smiled tiredly. "Sure thing. I'll see you later."

Later, the pregnant woman had emerged from her room in a simple dress she'd be able to change out of easily. On special occasions, formal uniforms were cleaned and pressed for pickup near the laundry room. Evelyn made her way there, waddling as she rubbed her aching back. She wondered if she'd get a chance to see Prince Ari again before she gave birth. With how many engagements she heard he had planned, she'd be lucky if she saw him by next week.

King Ari, now, Evelyn reminded herself as she reached the back of the uniform pickup line. She rubbed her distended belly, swaying in place to distract herself from her aching knees and stomach pains. She'd been told about these by her midwife, pains in the last few weeks of pregnancy to prepare the body for labor pains. She'd been feeling them for weeks now, but they'd become stronger as she'd been washing up earlier, causing cramps around her back and middle. She shuffled through the line and accepted a parcel of clothes, smiling stiffly before waddling along to get changed with the others.

Evelyn filed into the room set aside for the maids to change in, ignoring the stares as she pulled off her simple dress. Her globular breasts were bigger than they looked under her clothes, swollen and heavy with milk. Her womb was round and laced with stretch marks, hanging low as though to announce to everyone around her how close she was to bearing her child. She quickly pulled on the black dress and mustard yellow apron, thankful the clean lines made the uniform look less ridiculous on her than she'd hoped. Although it felt very snug around her chest and middle, and the hem came almost up to her knees, she could walk and move her arms just fine, and that's all she needed to do for the next 7 hours. She frowned and adjusted the apron to hide the way the buttons strained around her belly. It would have to do.

When Evelyn reached the kitchen with the rest of her squadron of serving girls, the party was already underway. As she fell into another line, this time to pick up trays of drinks and appetizers, her back twinged sharply. Letting out a helpless sigh, she glanced at the clock on the far wall. A little after 3 o'clock, already less than 7 hours to go. She just had to make it through this shift, then she could rest. She accepted a tray of appetizers, adjusted her apron one last time, and stepped out into the main ballroom.

Nobles in glittering regalia flocked to servers for refreshments, and within minutes Evelyn was retreating to the kitchen for another tray.

Walking at this stage in her pregnancy was uncomfortable at best, as her small frame struggled to carry the full-term baby. Usually these days she used her belly as a sort of shelf to rest the tray upon, but tonight her child was so active she feared something would get knocked over. She struggled to keep a straight face in front of the nobles as she held up her tray, as her baby was kicking her in the ribs and her back pains were getting more intense by the hour. She couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she was in labor, but the idea was too unsettling to entertain for long.

As she was carrying a tray of drinks to the floor, she caught sight of Ari and smiled at him sheepishly. He met her gaze and flushed pink when he saw her. She bit her lip, thinking she must look obscene the way her dress stretched tightly across her chest and distended stomach. Excusing himself from the group he'd been chatting with, he made his way to her and took his time selecting a drink.

"How are you feeling? I can't believe they made you work tonight," Ari said, looking down at her in concern. Evelyn tried not to let him see the discomfort she was in but it was impossible: her face was flushed with the effort of walking around all night, sweat dampening her uniform and making her hair stick to the sides of her head.

"Oh, I'm fine," she lied, her middle tightening again as it had been all night. "Really, you shouldn't hover around me too long, what if someone notices?"

He gave her a skeptical look, but before he could say anything else he was dragged away elsewhere by some friends of his. Evelyn sighed in relief. No need for the king to be hovering around a heavily pregnant serving girl.

"So the rumors are true: they're so short-staffed they even let you work tonight," came the voice of Princess Liona, Ari's younger sister.

Evelyn closed her eyes for a moment to compose herself before turning to face the princess with a pleasant look on her face.

"Would you like a drink, your highness?" she said in a practiced manner. Liona pursed her lips in disapproval as she took a champagne flute.

"You know you look ridiculous chasing after my brother in your state, don't you?" the princess continued. She'd suspected something going on between her brother and the maid for months now, although she seemed to entirely misread the situation. This suited Evelyn fine, as she didn't know what would happen if the father of her child was revealed to be King Ari.

"Pardon me, your highness, I need to go replenish my tray…" said Evelyn in an attempt to escape the uncomfortable situation. But then Liona did the unthinkable, taking one last sip of her champagne before letting the glass slip between her fingers. It fell to the floor with a noisy clatter, breaking in half at the stem. It wasn't loud enough to bring the party to a halt, but enough to cause a scene in the immediate area.

"Excuse me, could you pick that up?" Liona asked regally. Evelyn looked at the princess then down at the glass.

"Of course, your highness," she sighed before approaching the broken glass on the floor. Balancing the tray of remaining drinks on one arm, she bowed her knees and tried to squat to pick it up as gracefully as she could manage. In her condition, the entire display looked awkward and a little ridiculous. The serving girl's face was burning under the gaze of all the nearby nobles staring at her attempt to reach the glass without falling down.

Then another unthinkable thing happened: without warning, a gush of fluid burst from between Evelyn's legs, pooling at her feet with the spilled champagne. Shocked, the serving girl dropped the tray she was carrying, spilling the rest of the champagne glasses onto the floor. Liona failed to stifle a laugh; it seemed she hadn't noticed her waters breaking, only the spilled drinks. Taking steadying breaths, Evelyn squatted and placed the broken glasses on the tray as quickly as she could. She thought her time wasn't until the end of the week, now it seemed like she'd be a mother by the end of the night. She was so mortified that her ears were ringing, and she hoped no one else noticed her waters breaking. A young gentleman was kind enough to lend her an arm to help her up, as she would have struggled greatly without help.

As she made her way back to the kitchen, she felt her baby sinking deep into her hips, making her pregnant waddle even more pronounced. The laboring serving girl glanced at the clock again as she set the tray of broken glasses down on one the kitchen counters. It was only 7, she still had a few hours left.

Suddenly the embarrassment caught up to her, and Evelyn burst into tears, trying to ignore the concerned glances of the rest of the serving staff as they bustled past, busy with their own tasks.

"Oh Evie, I heard what happened," came the sympathetic voice of Miss Bea, who thrust a handkerchief into Evelyn's hands. "Spilling that tray…don't worry, I have someone else mopping up the champagne. These things happen."

"Thank you, Bea," the maid sniffled.

"I've moved you to washroom duty. Just hand out towels and direct the ladies back to the ballroom till the end of your shift, alright? Easy peasy."

Evelyn nodded, still tearful, but comforted by the easy task. Washroom duty was generally boring except for the chatter that could be overheard, but boring was precisely what Evelyn wanted right now. She might even be able to sit down. Then once her shift was over she could go back to her room and send someone out to fetch her midwife…

The maid pulled herself together, washed her face quickly, and made her way to the ladies washroom. Inside, there was a row of sinks across from the luxurious private stalls, and near the door was seating for ladies waiting for their companions. Evelyn gratefully pulled her favorite chair over by the table where the towels and sanitary napkins were arranged. The labor pains were becoming so painful that they gave her pause, and she struggled to keep a straight face. Not long now, she only had a few more hours.

Once she was able to sit down, she felt she might make it through the night. Wanting to look busy, she folded towels and rearranged the fancy toiletries on the table, silently focusing on her breathing as she labored. The ladies coming and going gossiped as they went about their business. She overheard the story of how the hugely pregnant maid spilled a tray of drinks repeated multiple times. A few ladies stopped to chat with her, many having had children themselves. The older ladies asked her when she was due and a few even asked if they could feel her belly, which swelled forward temptingly. Evelyn relished the attention on her unborn child, wondering what these noble ladies would think if they knew she was in labor at this moment, or that she was carrying the king's baby.

As the end of her shift neared, Evelyn could feel her body preparing to give birth. The sweat on her forehead and dampening of her dress could be explained by hormones and the warm room. But her pains were growing closer together, her back and hips aching. She could barely speak through the pains now, pressing her knees together and feeling her child press downward with every cramp. It was becoming obvious something was wrong to anyone passing by, but the maid merely made excuses and went about her business, thankful the ladies were sympathetic to her condition and insisted she stay sitting. The clock on the table nearby told her she only had to suffer for one more hour.

So she did, sitting as primly as possible, in actuality too afraid to move for fear of hastening her labor in any way. Sweat was soaking her hair and dress by now, her body trembling with the effort of holding in her child. By now Evelyn knew she'd be giving birth as soon as her shift ended, she just needed to think of a safe place fast enough. There was a guest room just down the hall that wasn't being used; it had been a favorite hiding place for her and the prince, maybe even where her baby had been conceived, come to think of it. It had clean linens and was spacious enough to dampen any noise…she just needed to last till 10 o'clock. When no one was looking, she panted through her labor pains like her midwife had told her, gripping the arms of the chair and pressing her legs together. The pain was becoming unbearable, and the minutes only seemed to tick by. Thankfully the night was wearing on and a large portion of the guests had gone home. Those that remained were getting too drunk to pay her any mind. Evelyn could feel her baby pressing against her opening, preparing to be born, and she desperately hoped she wouldn't have her baby here in the ladies' room while she was working. She passed the time planning her escape. As soon as her relief showed up at 10 she'd make a beeline down the hall to the guest room. She hoped she could waddle with her knees together in a way that wasn't too conspicuous.

Ten o'clock came and went. Evelyn stared at the clock, panting and using a towel to dab at her neck and forehead. She felt enormous, swollen, and soaked with sweat. Please, her relief had to show up soon. She couldn't give birth here, it was too embarrassing. The maid squirmed in her seat, feeling a strange sensation down there. It took her a moment to realize due to the way she was sitting that her body was trying to push, easing her baby into position to be born. Evelyn swallowed and took a sip of water from the cup another maid had brought her earlier. She couldn't give in yet, she had to get to the guest room.

Ten minutes late, the night shift maid appeared and shooed the pregnant woman away. Evelyn was near tears with relief, hastily waddling away as fast as she could manage. Moving was difficult now, her baby was sitting so low in her hips, but she somehow made it to the guest room unnoticed.

The moment the door clicked shut behind her she sank to the floor, whimpering in agony. Her baby was coming very soon, she wasn't sure she could even make it to the bed. Gasping for air, she quickly undid her apron and the buttons of her dress, relieving some of the pressure on her womb and breasts.

"Darling? Are you alright?" came Ari's voice. He approached her from where he'd been sitting on the extravagantly-made bed. It seemed like he'd been waiting for her.

"A-Ari," Evelyn cried. "The baby's coming." She winced where she knelt as a pain gripped her like a vice, and for the first time since her labor started she gave in, clutched her belly, and pushed. "Ohhh, help me, please!"

The new king wasted no time, crossing the room and scooping the laboring maid into his arms before carrying her to the bed. He set her down gently, helping her out of her uncomfortable dress while she labored.

"I can't believe they made you work tonight after you were supposed to be on maternity leave," he muttered as he grabbed a nearby article of clothing. It was a soft night dress, finer than anything she owned. "And I can't believe you kept working and didn't tell anyone you were in labor this whole time!"

Evelyn panted in between pains, pulling the comfortable garment over her head, and moved back onto the bed to get comfortable. She looked down at the night dress questioningly.

"I overheard some ladies talking about the pregnant girl in the washroom. I thought after work you might want to come here to rest so I was planning on going to find you…I had no idea you were planning on having our baby here tonight," explained Ari, removing his shoes and climbing onto the massive bed with her. He shifted to hide how much he enjoyed seeing her like this, huge with child and even experiencing labor pains. Even about to give birth, he found her irresistibly beautiful.

Evelyn was wholly focused on the pressure building behind her opening, her gravid belly heaving with every breath. Panting, she bore down and pushed, tears stinging the corners of her eyes at the burning sensation in her tenderest areas. Ari positioned himself between her legs as he had many times before, only instead of pleasure she was in unimaginable pain. He parted her sweaty thighs and stared in shock for a long moment. Between her legs a huge bulge was forming, the head of the baby pressing against her bottom. His love was gasping for air so he took her hand.

"You have to breathe," he soothed, pressing his other hand against her bottom to apply pressure, hoping to help her in some way. He smiled and reassured, "It's right there. We're going to meet our baby soon."

The maid was barely listening to him now, only aware of his hand in hers and the incredible urge to push and give birth to her baby. Biting onto a pillow to not scream, she pushed hard, feeling her body opening. Ari stared in wonder at the slit forming between her legs, bulging out towards him until his baby's head was fully emerged. The king cradled it in his hand, using the other to move his lover's hand towards it to feel their baby. The maid smiled, tears streaming from her eyes as she felt the baby's head between her legs. Then her face contorted as another contraction took over and she was pushing again, the baby rotating and slowly sliding out of her. The pain was excruciating now, but she knew it was almost over.

"Here are the shoulders…" coached Ari, holding onto the heavy child to keep it from slipping. Evelyn moaned into a pillow as her body pushed of its own accord, desperate to birth her huge baby. She could feel every inch sliding out of her, bit by bit, and she squeezed her lover's hand like a vice with every spasm and contraction.

"Ohh it hurts so much," Evelyn wept. "Please, get it out!"

"Almost here," he soothed breathlessly, focused entirely on the area between her legs now. "Keep going, he's almost here!" With one last groan she pushed with all her strength, expelling the rest of her baby in a torrent of fluid.

For a few moments the couple was silent, sitting in shock at what had just happened. Then the baby started crying, and as though a spell had been broken Evelyn began weeping and reaching for it.

"It's a girl, we have a daughter," Ari murmured, passing the baby to the new mother. She held the wriggling infant to her chest, tears of joy running down her face as she gazed at the king. "You were incredible, Evelyn, I…I love you."

"And I you!" Evelyn laughed exhaustedly. "I hope you know I'd carry a dozen more children for you if you asked."

Ari grinned, getting up and walking to the bedside table. He picked up a small box that had been sitting on it. Evelyn had obviously been too busy to notice.

"I'm so happy to hear you say that," said the king, delighted. "Because you're the only woman I want to bear my children. Evelyn Pine, will you marry me and be my queen?"

The maid stared at the modest ring in stunned silence for a moment before reaching out to kiss her lover's hand, smiling blissfully.

"Of course I will. Yes, yes I will."

[push-baby-push]

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13, overdue with twins all alone and in denial that they were in labor?

A Campers Procrastination

Marie sat outside her tent in front of her campfire. She took small bites of her homemade jerky in one hand and rubbed the elongated sides of her bump with the other. Any camper or hiker in the valley would have been astonished by the sight of her. A petite, young woman not even out of college camping alone? With a huge, red, strechmark and dark linea nigra patterned bump not even half covered by her tank top and breasts nearly spilling out of the sides? Surely an illusion or a prank.

But no, she was as real as her seemingly gigantic single baby thrashing about within her.

Marie came up to the mountain for some peace of mind. Her friends and family were always hovering over like she was going to burst any second. It was more annoying than her baby consistently beating the inside of her belly and her own muscles spasming against her which was constant.

It was a mistake to talk to her roommate about those. "You might be in labor!" She said. "You need to check in to the hospital right now!" She said. Marie scoffed to herself as she continued hold her uneven and tight bump. She knew her body better than anyone else, she'd know if she was in labor or not of course.

Plus, Marie wanted to actually enjoy the last couple...Days? Weeks?......Month? Whichever, before the baby came.

To be honest, Marie didn't really know how long it had been since she'd gotten pregnant, mostly because she wasn't sure which of her encounters had done the deed. Was it during her first time 10 months ago with the hiking club leader? Maybe it was the campus counselor's baby when she'd let him in raw 11 months ago. Then again, the lineman on the school football team came a lot and multiple times when they'd had sex 9 and a half months ago over the summer.

Either way it felt like she'd been pregnant for a good bit of time. Marie spent months denying she was even pregnant until the activity in her womb and increasingly growing stomach made it too hard to ignore or chalk up to bloating. Even then she didn't do much to prepare for the baby or dress like she was having one. All of her shirts barely covered down to the top of her knob belly button or contained her veiny breasts that were so big that the rim of her dark brown areolas would peak from top. The crib her parents bought her was still in her apartment in pieces. Several "baby shower" presents were stuffed in a corner unorganized; it was a mess. It wasn't like her baby was coming anytime soon though so it was fine. Marie was 100% sure of that much despite the repetitive pain she'd been feeling the past few days. And speaking of...

A huge spasm started to intensify through her bump and back. The shape of her stretched skin changed shape in her lap, the skin almost growing beat red by the second. The pressure in her pelvis started to radiate stronger in her bottom.

"Holy fuck..." Marie whispered. "Why do late stage aches gotta hurt like this."

Marie got up from the campfire. She'd been sitting there gritting her teeth through the "stomach aches" for the better part of an hour. Now she felt like she needed to move around.

The full weight of her load crashed down on her when she got up. Her stomach was so very low, reaching down to the middle of her thighs. The bottom of her shirt rode further up her belly, exposing more of her sensitive skin to humid air.

Marie didn't realize how much lower everything in her felt, even with her extremely widened gait of a walk. Marie had both hands supporting her huge fecund mound now while she waddled laps around her camp. The passenger inside her shifted lower and lower with each of her plodding steps.

As she paced, Marie heard dripping come from beneath her. She looked down and behind her to see splatters of liquid in the dirt and grass.

"Damn, I can't even keep my bladder in check anymore," Marie said, starting to waddle her way back to her tent.

The crotch of her ill-fitting cargo pants started discoloring when she was making camp hours ago due to the weight of her baby slightly shearing her waters, but she couldn't see that with her colossal bump in the way. Marie could only just now feel the droplets of liquid trail down her leg.

Walking just seemed to make things worse. The pressure was even greater in her pelvis.

Marie stopped in front of a tree as her belly started have more muscle spasms and The tree reminded her of her first time with the camping club leader. Her arms braced on a tree out in the woods trying not to make noise while he came inside her from behind. Maybe cumming would ease the spasms a bit? Pleasure was the key to everything right?

Marie lifted her belly as much as she could in its contracted state and moved her free hand to her already moist crotch. Her pants were already unbuttoned to make way for her stomach, but it was convenient for this as well. Her fingers quickly found her sensitive and throbbing button of a clit. She let out a sharp moan in response and her stomach contracted harder. Yet she still continued.

Marie held onto the trunk of the tree with one hand and started flicking at her clit with the other. It felt so good in the moment that Marie didn't even notice the sac starting to emerge out of her.

The more her body was assaulted with the feeling of cumming, the larger the fleshy bulge coming out of her vagina felt. Marie's legs started to tremble and bend at the knee as she moaned through her impending orgasm. She went faster and faster and her moans grew louder. Her fertile mound shrunk in her, outlining her huge womb as she indulged more. Then, like a damn being broken, Marie's body shook in violent spasms as she came, her belly sucking in even more with her gasping breaths.

The pressure released in her pelvis released with her orgasm. A pop resounded through her orgasm addled body and her water bag finally fully broke. Fluid splashed onto the dirt and Marie felt something hard seemingly drop into her cervix.

"Didn't think I could squirt that much," Marie said with a tremble in her voice and her fingers digging into the side of her belly. Her belly was spasming even after her orgasm had subsided and even harder this time. Her stomach even felt lower at its base. It felt like it was about to fall off.

The sun was nearly set and Marie felt exhausted from the abuse her own body was putting her through. Marie snuffed out the campfire and lumbered into her single person tent. Maybe some sleep would make the aches stop.

Marie was terribly mistaken. Four hours passed and the sun had completely sunken below the horizon. Along with the sounds of wildlife, Marie could be heard howling from her tent. She was completely nude now, body coated in sweat. Her large veiny breasts leaked and jiggled as she convulsed on her sleeping bag. She arched back constantly against the weight of her huge stomach and continuous spasms of her muscles. Contraction after contraction tore away at her ability to hold up the idea that they would stop. The instinct to push that every mother felt at this moment chipped away at her denial. The baby's head painfully pushed into her birth canal without her even baring down. Marie could feel the ball inside her throbbing canal.

She really was in labor. There was no way to turn from it now.

"Please don't come baby! Please wait!" Marie wanted to get up and waddle as fast as she could back to her apartment but it was too late.

Her legs were permanently spread to accommodate the child in her crotch.

Marie tried to press on her humongous belly every which way to gain relief through counter pressure, but it was no use. The baby wanted to come out and her body was sick of holding it in. Marie finally gave in and bore down with a red scrunched up face. She felt the body begin to cause her vagina to bulge.

The baby's head came to a full crown, causing her to shriek at the increasing burn. She could feel the lips of her vagina pulse with the strain of being stretched beyond their limit. This definitely had to be the lineman's baby. She threw her head back and pressed down on the top of her belly.

"Get out! Get out of meeeeeee!" Marie cried.

Her stomach heaved forward and then she felt the head rotate then pop out of her vagina. The shoulders didn't wait for her to rest. They pulled her back open and fluid sputtered from the edges.

"Gaaaaaaahhhhh, OOUUUUUUUT!"

Marie ravaged her throat with her screams. The big baby slid out onto her sleeping bag in a mess of blood and fluid. The baby immediately cried out for its mother. Marie could barely lean forward over her still swollen and spasming belly to pick up her baby.

It was a big girl that immediately latched to Marie's closest nipple when she was picked up. Marie silently pat herself on the back for remembering to bring a first aid kit up to the camp grounds.

Marie tied and snipped the baby's cord and let herself lie back on her ruined sleeping bag. Blood and amniotic mess aside. Marie held her baby and rested while she waited for the placenta.

Thirty minutes passed and the placenta still didn't come out. However the pain in Marie's stomach persisted. The pressure increases. The tightness in her lower back grows. She felt a familiar object engage into her cervix.

"Fuck! Hooo, hoo, hoooooooaaaagh, not again!" Marie screamed in her cramped tent.

There was a 2nd baby. And it felt larger than the first. Marie fumbled to place her daughter to the side so she could focus. Her stomach was already pushing her big headed surprise into her canal.

Marie pushed for what felt like hours. The baby moved painfully slow. She needed to switch positions. Marie carefully got up on her hands and knees, relieving the pressure off her back. Her pregnant girth swung off of her, grazing the base of the tent. Her stomach sucked in with each unified effort of a push, a contraction and gravity.

Marie gritted her teeth and hissed as she felt head begin to stretch her already worn pussy.

"So fucking big, ooooooh," Marie groaned as the head streched her more and more. Marie thought she was damn near about to tear but she pushed regardless. She was desperate to be free from this.

The head dragged her lips outward as she pushed. She could feel her pussy quivering around the head as it continued to push out. The first baby's head had already freed itself by this point, why the hell wouldn't this one?

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Marie pressed down hard on her sore abdomen. The sear in her crotch screamed at her to get the baby out. Marie wrapped her arms around her stomach and squeezed like she was giving someone a bear hug. The pressure and pain spiked making her eyes and mouth go wide, but it did the trick.

The head finally burst free from her, followed quickly by the baby's shoulders and then the rest of the body. Marie collapsed to her side and saw her baby, a huge boy, writhing and squealing on the tents floor.

"Finally...holy shit, finally." Marie tiredly gasped as she tended to her newborn.

After, she brought both twins up to her now milk leaking breasts. Marie silently swore off having sex as she fed her huge twins.

The swear didn't last for long though. Within the year she found herself bent over a lab table with a small pot belly jiggling beneath her with each of the TA's thrusts.

[push-baby-push]

Important meeting

Claire had always been a career focused woman; whenever she had to make a choice and the alternative was work related she wouldn't even think twice about it, that's how she lost her husband, he couldn't deal with her ignoring him in favour of another meeting or work event, so he left, but not before leaving Claire a little gift.

"Huuu will you two settle down" the woman scolded the twins in her belly as if they could actually hear her, Claire sighed as she rubbed it to help soothe the discomfort, it had been 8 months since her husband left and 7 since she realised she was pregnant.

Her due date was a week ago but unfortunately the babies decided they had to stay in a little longer, Claire was sick of being pregnant, she couldn't wait to have them out of her so that at work everything could go back to normal, she hated all the extra attention people gave her, always asking if she was fine or if she needed anything, god it was soo annoying.

When they gave her the opportunity for maternity leave she immediately shut that down, she wouldn't let something as trivial as babies growing in her from stopping her from pursuing her career, she intended to work till she had to push them out.

Claire grunted as she felt a tightening sensation over her belly "hnnng you fuckers better stay in there till tomorrow evening, huu I can't miss the meeting"; the board of directors had been considering various employees to join them, Claire was one of them, and tomorrow she would have to be there at all costs.

The brunette undressed and prepared for bed, she wanted to go to sleep early tonight so she could be in her best form, her massive belly kept feeling weird but she gave it no mind just attributing to the twins being active, as she laid in bed rubbing her belly she slowly began to feel herself drift off into sleep.

A strong feeling of tightness in her belly woke Claire up "hnnng fuuuck" she groaned as she sat up on her bed, that was definitely a contraction. As she rubbed her belly she saw that her alarm had already gone off "Shit!! Gotta get ready" she exclaimed as she got up as quickly as she could.

As Claire dressed herself she felt another contraction hit her, it had been less than ten minutes since the last one. There was no doubt about it, she was definitely in labour "hmmm you fuckers won't make me miss this meeting".

Claire rushed down the stairs clutching her labouring belly as she checked the time "alright mmnng should still be able to catch the last bus" she said to herself. As she exited her apartment complex she quickly ran towards the bus stop, just barely making it.

Thankfully her office was only two stops away so in about ten minutes she made it, and she had only two contractions during the ride. She rushed towards the elevator and pressed the button, and as soon as she reached her floor she bolted towards her desk.

Claire panted both from exhaustion and from the pain of her labour as she leaned over her desk. "Hooo hooo mnnnnng fuck, y-you little shits better stay in there" she whispered to her babies as she clutched her belly.

"Hey hey look who made it" Claire turned around to see Jane a colleague and professional annoyance. The pregnant lady scoffed as she sat down on her chair it barely holding her weight as the annoying woman leaned on the entrance to her cubicle.

"You were taking so long I thought you'd popped and had to skip the meeting" Jane said feigning disinterest, Claire waved her away as her other hand rubbed her belly "in your dreams Jane, I'm getting that position no matter what".

Jane chuckled "we'll see mama, we'll see, the meeting is in an hour, hope your baby can wait that long" "babies!" Claire corrected her as her colleague went back to her own cubicle. God she hated that woman, always trying to one up her and sucking up to the bosses, she was insufferable.

Claire tried to distract herself by working as she waited for the meeting to start, the hour felt endless as her contractions were getting stronger and closer together. It was now only fifteen minutes until the meeting, she decided to go to the bathroom so that she wouldn't need to leave the room later.

As Claire waddled towards the bathroom she felt a growing pressure inside of her, but she tried to ignore it. As she sat down on the toilet and unzipped her pencil skirt she felt her strongest contraction yet causing a pained whimper to escape her lips, immediately after she felt fluids gush out of her womanhood soaking her underwear "fuck! No no no not now" she cried out as she felt an increase in pressure.

Claire breathed deeply as she tried to calm herself "hooo hooo, I don't need to freak out, I might still have time" she whispered to herself before standing back up. Fortunately since she had removed her skirt it was dry and clean, but unfortunately her panties were drenched and smelled of birth fluids, so she quickly flushed them down the toilet before heading out of the bathroom.

As Claire went out into the hallway she saw Jane and some of her other colleagues head towards the meeting room, it was time. Everyone entered the room as their bosses pointed them towards their seats.

Claire sat down she heard Mr Smith their local manager start speaking "alright everyone seems to be here. So as you all know we will be reviewing your presentations on how to improve our company's earnings for our next fiscal year. We've decided to review them in alphabetical order."

Claire silently cursed, god of course, why did her last name have to be Zumperly. But before she could even finish her thought condemning the order of the alphabet a contraction hit her causing her to clench her teeth, she needed to push.

Maybe if she just gave a small push it would help relieve the pressure, so as soon as everyone was distracted she gave a small weak push "mnn" a small whimper escaped her lips as she tried her best to not scream from the pain.

As Claire let out small breaths to regain energy she noticed that the person sat in front of her was Jane, who was thankfully busy rereading her notes as her first colleague showed their presentation. She hoped Jane wouldn't be a problem as she was the one right before her, but at least for now she was too worried with her presentation.

"Typical, she has to reread everything at the last minute" Claire thought to herself right before another contraction caused her to wince. Her first baby's head was pressing against her cervix and the need to push was unbearable, but she bit her lip and tried her best not to push "hmm".

The small moan escaping the labouring woman's lips caused Jane to perk up her head to see her rival struggling "oh fuck is she in labour?" She thought to herself as Claire breathed out and went back to pretending to listen to her colleagues' presentation, she wouldn't be surprised if she'd give birth right here, she had always put work before everything else.

As Claire's boss called the next person she felt something poke at her shin, she looked in front of her to see Jane writing something on a piece of paper and sliding it towards her. It read "are you having your baby right now? You know I was joking earlier" Claire scoffed and wrote her answer on the piece of paper and slid it back to Jane.

The woman opened the piece of paper to read "none of your business". "Of course she'd say that if she was in labour" she thought to herself as she wrote on another piece of paper. As Jane wrote she heard a whimper coming from Claire who was clenching her fists as she shifted uncomfortably and bit her lip almost hard enough to draw blood.

Claire felt her baby's head enter her birth canal without her pushing as her body contracting made her want to scream, as the contraction ended she felt another piece of paper hit her hand, it read "you have to go to the hospital".

Claire began furiously writing her answer before throwing the piece of paper at Jane, some of their colleagues turned around for a second as they heard the sound of paper being thrown. Jane opened the ball of paper to read "you'd love that wouldn't you, so that you can steal my promotion, now stop bothering me!!"

As Jane gave up on trying to help Claire the labouring woman decided to distract herself from her woes by focusing on her colleagues' presentations "heh everyone is going for such banal and shortsighted plans, I've got this" she thought to herself doing her best to not think about the baby slowly descending her birth canal.

Claire wanted to scream, these presentations just wouldn't end and her contractions were getting unbearable, she had to push. Her boss called Jane which was a small relief as after her rival it'd be her turn finally.

As Jane began her presentation Claire's eyes went wide, she felt her lips begin to slowly bulge out "hmmmm fuck not now baby please" she whispered and groaned as she fought the urge to yell from pain. It definitely didn't help that her rival's presentation rivaled her own.

While Jane kept going with her presentation Claire started giving small pushes hoping to help with the pain, but while the pain of her contractions lessened a strong burning sensation was beginning to form on her puffy lips as her firstborn's head began to stretch them apart.

Claire bit down on her lip to not scream, the taste of blood filling her mouth as she heard Jane concluding her presentation.

"Excellent job miss Yang, so far without a doubt the best presentation yet. Miss Zumperly, it's your turn now, we've been looking forward to see what you have to say." Claire's boss said.

Claire nodded as she slowly stood up her thighs being forced apart by the head spreading her lips as she waddled towards the whiteboard. "S-so as you ah-all know our pr-hm-profits have been hnnn" she tried to talk through the pain before her boss interrupted her.

"Miss Zumperly are you alright" Mr Smith asked seeing Claire struggle "J-just peachy Mr Smiiiiiiioooooooooooh gooood" her answer was interrupted by the sudden need to push and her giving in as her baby's head painfully stretched her lips.

The executives in the room started to panic as Claire kept moaning in pain while leaning on the wall, before Jane intervened "She's in labour, does anyone know how to help?" The room shrugged collectively being full of middle aged men that had only ever heard their wives talk about it in retrospect.

Jane scoffed while Claire pushed again "haaaaaa mnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhh" she tried her best not to let out an ear piercing scream as her baby reached a full crown, tears streaming down her face as her lips felt like a rubber band close to snapping.

Jane quickly dialed 911 while the executives either went out of the meeting room or stayed with a shocked expression on their face "we are in need of an ambulance right now!! A colleague of mine just went into labour and-" she was interrupted by Claire screaming as she pushed again "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HAAAA haaa hooo hooo" the head popping out of her with fluids spraying all over her ruined pencil skirt making it visible in-between her fat thighs.

"Oh fuck she pushed the head out!! Please hurry up we're in the office building on 51st street on the 12th floor!" Jane concluded quickly throwing her phone aside and going to hold her colleague's baby as it's head dangled out of her sore womanhood.

Claire took deep breaths and held on to the filing cabinet as she prepared herself for the next contraction "P-please hooo catch them" she stuttered out to her rival. Jane nodded before Claire bore down to push with all her might.

"Hnnnggggggaaaaaaaaaaaah haaaaa" the woman yelled and groaned as she pushed her firstborn into her colleague's arms, birth fluids leaking out of her soaking the carpeted floor even more.

As Jane handed Claire her baby the now mother catched her breath while nursing her son "I gotta get to the reception, it'll take forever for them to get all the equipment on the elevator" she said referring to the ambulance crew that her colleague called.

Before Jane could rebut Claire started hurrying towards the elevator, already feeling her second baby pass through her cervix, with every step she took her baby slipped lower and lower as everyone looked at her as she held a baby in her arms with the umbilical cord still hanging out of her.

Claire found herself in the middle of the cubicles as she felt a really strong contraction, this time she immediately gave in to the urge almost involuntarily,she suddenly squatted causing a loud ripping sound to be heard, she looked down to see her tight pencil skirt ripped in half as it slipped off her legs exposing her puffy red womanhood to all her colleagues.

But she had no time to feel embarrassed as she had to push "nnnnnnnnggggghhh haaaa" she panted as her pussy bulged painfully once again, her hand slipping down towards her lips to try to help them stretch.

As people began to gather around Claire her rival reached her, making her way through the crowd she reached the labouring business woman "Do you need help to reach the elevator?" Jane asked as she lowered herself to the squatting mother's height.

Claire nodded and slowly pulled herself up holding on to her colleague as they both slowly walked towards the elevator "hmmm nnngghh" the labouring woman moaned as her lips began to slowly open up again.

As they entered the elevator Jane pushed the ground floor button while Claire bit her lip and kept breastfeeding her newborn "hooo th-thanks b-but why hnnng are you helping me?" She asked her rival, to which she responded "I mean I do want the same position that you do but I'm not heartless, even if you might think otherwise"

Claire grunted as she gave a small push causing her lips to open up more and more "hmmmm" Jane knelt in-between her colleague's legs and pressed on her perineum to help prevent tearing "and also I might find myself in the same situation in a few months" she said.

Claire looked at her once rival and said "oh! Well hooo congratulations I guess, it's n-not hnnng easy" Jane chuckled "yeah well I can see that", Claire smiled lightly before feeling a contraction and pushing with it "hooooooooooo mmnnnnnnggggAAAAAAH" she yelled as her baby crowned.

Jane's hands went to help her colleague's lips stretch as she pushed "this baby seems a bit bigger than its brother" she said as Claire leaned on the elevator door absentmindedly just before hearing a ding followed by a robotic voice saying "ground floor"

As the cold metal doors opened Claire fell backwards only to be quickly caught by Jane, the event caused most people at the reception to turn towards the awkward pair as the thick half naked office lady moaned.

"Huuuuuu goood it hurts so bad" she said as the baby's head came out about halfway, Jane tried her best to help Claire back up only for her to squat down, as the less pregnant of the two was about to rebut she heard sirens approaching the building.

Jane quickly stood up and said "wait right there" before sprinting towards the entrance, Claire didn't even process what was said as she had to focus on pushing "hoooooooooooaaaaaaaah" her moan turned into a yell that echoed through the reception as her second baby's head came out of her.

She was squatting so low that head almost touched the now wet floor. As Claire gathered strength for her next push she heard a commotion as Jane and two paramedics ran towards her, but before she could say anything the strongest contraction she ever felt hit her.

"HMMNMAAAAAAAAH OOOOH GOD FUUUCK" she yelled as the baby's shoulders stretched her beyond belief causing her to tear. A paramedic quickly grabbed her firstborn from her arms allowing them to go to her battered womanhood as she yelled, while the other quickly went to hold the second baby as it slipped out of her.

As Claire finally felt the relief of her birth canal finally emptying she laid on the ground panting, while the paramedics cut her babies' cords and cleaned them up, Jane approached her and jokingly asked "you ready for that presentation now?" To which Claire chuckled "of course just tell the board of directors to reach me in my hospital room."

Hey everyone sorry this took so long, I hope you all enjoy it

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Baby Making

Chapter 1

There comes a time in a young woman’s life when the love for her man becomes so true that she cannot imagine it ever changing. For some it proves to be an ethereal and elusive moment that is eventually lost in time, never to be rediscovered. For a lucky few, though, it is what it seems, a harbinger to a lifetime of wedded bliss…

Rachel felt the steamy air rise up through the bubbles covering the surface of the bath. It enveloped her in its warm embrace like a soft blanket and she sighed as she shut off the faucet, leaving the small room in momentary silence. She touched the water with her fingertip, tentatively at first, but then with more confidence as the warmth of the water pleasantly covered her skin like the supple cloth of a velvety glove.

Hmm, perfect, she quietly said to herself as she rose to remove the robe that covered her body. As she turned, she saw her reflection through the partially fogged over surface of the bathroom mirror. The excited smile that played across her face caught her by surprise, making her bite her lip slightly and causing a momentary blush to fill the smooth skin of her cheeks.

She was excited, her heart fluttered constantly and she had found that same smile appearing at the oddest times over the last few weeks. As she pinned her light brown hair up into a bun behind her head, a tiny giggle escaped her lips. Oh, I can hardly wait for Jeff to get home!

Rachel untied the sash at her waist and let the white robe flow off of her shoulders. After hanging it on the hook by the door, her gaze moved back to the mirror and she looked over her own body with, perhaps, a less critical eye then she had in the past. She had just celebrated her 24 th birthday and, as her husband kept telling her, she probably looked better then she had the day she first met him.

Then she distastefully pinched at her trim waist, pulling up a small bit of skin between her fingers, Well, almost as good anyway. Jeff my Daddy, and he’d say anything to make his Baby Girl happy!

Rachel cupped both of her breasts, lifting them slightly. They filled her hands nicely and were still quite firm, pert and perfectly petite. Her nipples were a rosy pink, and sat slightly upturned on the rise of her boob. And they’re all natural too the words came out playfully, but she had always been proud of her titties and considered them to be one of her best features.

She tweaked one of her distended nipples gently and a soft moan escaped her lips as the almost electrical sensation of arousal began softly pulsating from the stimulated bud. The sensation was delicious and she couldn’t help but pinch the other one before forcing herself back to her bath.

Lastly for effect, Rachel lit a number of scented candles that she had placed around the tub and slipped on the headphones from her phone before carefully relaxing into the wonderfully warm water.

As she ran the soapy sponge over belly, she let her mind drift to her life with Jeff. She’d been working hard since leaving University, he was talented and brilliant at his own job. Money was never an issue in their lives. Their age difference had been. Her parents had protested when, on her 18th birthday, he had proposed.

It had been a difficult time, she couldn’t keep everyone happy. He was her rock and made it all possible, he truly loved her, and she moved in with him shortly after. Soon after they married they had both decided that she should get a career first. They both knew that once she had a job then she would be independent.

She had known deep down that she was taking an awful risk. If he had not turned out to be the type of man she thought him to be, she would have lost precious time and may not have ever had a chance to finish her own scholastic career. She would have become a statistic. Nobody. He had empowered her and she was forever grateful to him. He was also hot!

Rachel lifted her right leg from the water and ran the wet sponge down over her calf and then back up to her inner thigh, content in the knowledge that she had made the right decision. During her time at University, Jeff had taken care of the majority of the household duties and had never complained once about any of it. He wasn’t the type of guy who went off drinking with his friends or staying out late without explanation.

He hadn’t had unexpected expenses and there had been no mysterious phone calls that might have indicated that he was seeing another woman. No, he was home every night with her, sharing whatever little event might have transpired or problem that might have developed during the day.

Raising the other leg, she repeated the sponging of her skin, enjoying the feeling of the soft material on her body. She had been touch deeply when, shortly after she had gotten the job they had both worked so hard for, and paid better than his job ever did, he simply asked what she wanted to do.

He made no demands on her and had no expectations of what her decision might be. If she still wanted to go to school, or if she had just rather taken some time off, he had made it clear that he would be okay with it.

She settled in the tub, relaxing into the water as she recalled the look on his face when she told him what she really wanted.

She told him that she wanted to be a mother.

The look on his face was one she would remember forever. It was one of shock and surprise to be sure. They had always been too busy to even think of having a baby, and she had dropped it on him from out of left field, but there was also an unmistakable feeling in him of excitement and joy at the prospect. He had taken her into his arms and kissed her so passionately that she would never have been able to doubt his sincerity.

They had made love that night with more passion and excitement than they had since the first months of their marriage, so it had been difficult for her to have to tell him that he would have to go buy condoms before she would let him have her again. He had looked like a puppy being scolded, and despite herself, Rachel still found the memory amusing.

Understanding his confusion, Rachel had taken his hand in hers and explained to him that she wanted to know exactly when she, when they, conceived their baby. She just wanted everything to be…perfect.

He’d kissed her with the same passion he had shown before and over the next few days he came to agree with her desire to have everything just so. Rachel had then gone off of the pill and waited for her cycle to reach a point when she would be absolutely sure she was fertile, and while Jeff didn’t yet know it, that time had finally arrived.

Still, she had been surprised at how powerfully the prospect of having a baby would affect her. She thought about it all the time now, and as far as sex went, well she couldn’t remember ever being in such a state. Her pussy was constantly wet and aching to be touched, so much so that Jeff had even said as much on several occasions. She laughed softly again at her husband’s plight. All that wetness and the poor guy had to wear a rubber…Ah, such a waste!

Rachel ran a single finger under the water and touched her pussy. Her labia opened easily and the slim digit slipped inside without resistance. Ahhhh…Get home soon my Love…Mommy is waiting!

She was not a girl who masturbated often because her upbringing had taught her that proper girls didn’t behave that way, but the feeling of her finger lazily moving inside her sent a pulsing wave of pleasure coursing through her that she lacked all will to resist.

She dragged her finger up over her clit and began lightly rolling it around under the hood covering it. Fresh lubrication flowed into the heated flesh of her sex and a steady rhythm of sensations began pouring into her body. Feeling herself respond so quickly to her own touch, Rachel gave up all resistance and embraced the inevitable cycle that she had started. Oh damn…I hope he doesn’t come home too early!

Without conscientious thought, her unused hand rose to her breast and cupped it gently, sending tingles rippling though her body. Her fingers found her nipple and she began rolling it between them, causing her to shudder slightly. Ohh my, that’s nice…

Raising her leg and resting it on the edge of the tub, she found that her petals opened nicely and she dipped her finger into her heated pussy. The feeling of her inflamed labia being caressed in the warm water mixed with the scents from the candles and the soft music playing in her headphones, creating an illicit eroticism in her mind that her body merged into a single sensation. She closed her eyes, imagining it was Jeff’s hands stoking the flames of her arousal and felt the uncontrollable urge to arch and bear down on her fingers.

Slipping a second finger into her sex, Rachel trapped her clit between the two and rubbed it over and over again, creating vibrations that coursed through her like liquid fire. Her legs flexed against the tub, causing her body to rise slightly out of the water in the ecstasy of the moment.

By now her clit was fully consumed in her need and she spread her pussy open, making it protrude slightly. She then brought her other hand down to flick against her button, sending shockwaves of pleasure pulsing in every direction.

She thought of her husband’s erection slicing into her, spreading her open and filing her with the hot iron of his manhood. Ohh my love…keep touching me there. Yes baby make me cum for you. Make me cum so hard… The words turned to barely audible murmurs that Rachel barely noticed as they issued unbidden from deep within her.

Many times her husband had asked her to masturbate in front of him and she had always refused, telling him that she would much rather have is hands or mouth on her pussy. But in truth, she had been far too self conscious to give him that pleasure. Now, in this heightened state of arousal she understood why he would want her too. Images of him watching and stroking his cock filled her mind and the thought of seeing his cum fly out and landing on his chest made her heart flutter with desire.

Her body responded to her touch and to the images in her mind and soon she felt the delightful stirrings in her belly that heralded her impending orgasm. She concentrated her awareness on those feelings, drawing them close to her heart and revelling in their overwhelming power. She struggled against her own fear as if she thought the moment would somehow slip away like a vaporous cloud, holding on to it and nurturing it until she was certain that it would not escape her.

Then a deeper feeling built. Hot and penetrating, it radiated outward into her thighs and up to her breasts while visions of brilliant colours danced before her closed eyes as she hung on the precipice of her release. The sensation of every touch on her mound became distinct in her mind, as if she could see each finger as it massaged a different part of her femininity.

Her hips rose of their own accord, rolling and flexing as she found the secret places that would bring the wave of pleasure crashing into her. A moment later her body trembled and spasmed as her peak hit with full force, causing her to shiver violently as the convulsions overcame her and despite her desire to the contrary, a loud moan of blissful pleasure, low in tone and powerful in intensity, issued from her lips and echoed off of porcelain like surface of the bathroom walls.

As the wonderful, rippling trembles subsided in the afterglow of her orgasm, Rachel relaxed back into the tub, temporarily sated but no less excited by what lay ahead for her. This was going to be a night she would remember for the rest of her life. Somehow she was sure of it.

While Rachel towelled the water droplets off of her body, she contemplated how she wanted to dress for the night. She wanted to wear something that would keep his blood up while still being understated. Let’s see, something sexy but not slutty. Well, maybe just a little slutty!

She had purchased some sexy new baby-blue satin undergarments that she had no doubt would catch Jeff’s attention, they certainly had caught hers. With a fresh blush on her cheeks, Rachel lifted the tiny thong style panty and held it balled up in her palm. There’s not enough here to cover anything she thought excitedly.

She spread it open by the waistband and marvelled that anyone would design such a thing. It amounted to not much more that a couple of elastic bands connected to a small piece of fabric that Rachel felt would barely cover her freshly shaved mound.

Rachel felt a rush of naughty titillation as she slid the satin thong up her thighs. Wiggling her hips slightly, she adjusted the waistband until it clung high on her hips and the thin back had slipped completely into the crevice of her ass. Smoothing her hands over the still bare skin of her butt, she actually giggled at how naked she still felt in the tiny thing. Oh yeah, Jeff is going to love this!

Happy with how sexy and comfortable the panties felt on her, Rachel next fitted the matching bra around her breasts and fastened it behind her back, and then adjusted the thin straps until they fit comfortably over her shoulders. As she adjusted her breasts in the lace lined cups, she was very satisfied with the way her already impressive cleavage was being displayed. This should get his blood up, she thought to herself with a smile.

While her lingerie was meant to arouse him, the dress she chose was just as deliberately understated. Dark blue, it fit tight at her waist but flowed out loosely down to her knees. It was cut fairly low at her bust, but she decided that teasing him a little wouldn’t spoil the little surprise of what lay underneath.

Rachel went over the last preparations in her mind as she pinned her hair up. The dinner she had prepared was all but ready and she still had a few minutes to get it on the table before he got home. So far, everything was going just as she had hoped.

Chapter 2

Jeff climbed onto the iron framed concrete stairway that led up the outside of his house feeling relieved that he and Rachel shared such a wonderful home. He didn’t mind the stairs so much, at least they gave him a little exercise as he came and went from home. It was the perfect size for a family. It was certainly a forever house and he was lucky to own it. He had toiled the years he had not spent with Rachel. He was a workaholic… Rachel had given him more than just love when he met her. She had given him a sense of purpose and a reason to live. Work to live do not live to work - it was a motto he never understood until he realised he was in his mid thirties and alone. Rachel was the missing piece of his life. In every way possible she fulfilled him and made him whole. He and Rachel had what was clearly a very healthy sex life, but their relationship was so much more than that. He was meant to find her… to love her.

Rachel was the fantasy perfect wife. Over a decade in years between their ages, petite, perfectly formed and such a tease. She would be loving, beautiful, caring, a nymphomaniac, great cook, a wonderful mother, a playboy pinup, and a porn star that would fulfil every one of wants and desires. She chose Jeff.

Jeff’s fantasy met reality when he met Rachel. Rachel is THE perfect woman, but most of all, his. She is the object of every fantasy and desire you could ever have or want. If I can think it up, she will gladly perform it, the epitome of the perfect wife. He had to fight hard to win her. He had to be patient. He had to let her choose her own way and that was fine. All he ever wanted was to love her and support her.

Does she have her flaws? Yes, he is sure she does, but he can’t see them. Here is an example. Our sun blasts out deadly radiation, correct? Next time it is a nice bright day, try going out and looking directly into the sun to see the sunspots. You know they are there, but you can’t see them because of the brightness of the sun’s rays. Just like Rachel, he knows she has some flaws, who doesn’t? But her perfection is so overwhelming that it overshadows any imperfections that might be there.

To start off on how they met, they were introduced through a chance meeting at his work, he noticed her… she noticed him. Nothing could happen between them and nothing did… she was in her teens at the time, it wouldn’t have been right. But, fate kept throwing them together, and they had known each other for quite some time before anything romantic started. Late one night when neither of them could sleep, they started talking on the computer and, one thing led to another, and the topic turned more to a sexual flirtatious nature.

Nothing overly sexual at first, but as time progressed, so did the talk of sex. Jeff began to sees her in a whole new light. She was no longer out of reach.

Jeff’s first sexual encounter with Rachel was forever etched in his mind. It is often the topic of thought when she isn’t around and he masturbates thinking of her. He had been sick and running a fever and she offered to come over and check up on him. He was in bed and she was so loving and nurturing to him while he was incapacitated.

Jeff had always had this desire for a mothering type woman in my life, and there she was taking care of him. Jeff was amazed she wanted to be with him, spend her precious time with him even though he looked terrible. As the fever broke he became more and more turned on by her being there, and in his mind she seduced him. If you were to ask her, her recollections would be a little more on the mutual side, but in Jeff’s mind, he liked to think that she seduced him.

It started with a peck on the forehead, then a hug, then a couple of kisses on the cheek, and before they knew it, they were locked in a passionate kiss that had both of them moaning with desire. She took his pants off, and proceeded to slowly tease and toy with him by caressing his inner thighs and stomach. She took Jeff’s cock in her hand and stroked it while kissing him with lustful abandon and their tongues dancing together like two snakes in a mating dance. Jeff’s hand had worked its way up her stomach and trying my best to feel her youthful tits that were hidden in her bra. Once he had undid her bra, she took her shirt and bra off while smiling at him and leaned over to put her tits in his face so he could lick and suck on her tits. It almost broke his heart that she took them away from him only to watch her kneel down in between his legs and looked him in my eyes with wanton desire. The line had been truly stepped over. There would be no turning back and Jeff didn’t care. He lay back as she took her mouth and tongue and proceeded to lick and suck him in a way that no woman had ever done.

Jeff found out that day what a perfect blow job was. Rachel moaned and sucked on his cock like she actually enjoyed and wanted to get him off. He held on, not wanting their first liaison to end with a bitter taste in her mouth. Jeff was already thinking of the future and how he was going to keep her close. Her head started bobbing and he couldn’t hold out much longer, her expert mouth and the moans and whimpering that she made, like she wanted and needed nothing more than Jeff cumming down her throat. As He began to buck his hips to meet her mouth, he tensed and shot his cream down her as she kept moaning like she was getting off just sucking his testicles dry. As his hard on was subsiding, she licked the base of his cock and his balls from any cum that might have accidentally escaped her mouth.

She sighed like she had just gone without water for 2 days and got her first refreshing drink. Later on, she told him that she loves nothing more than sucking his cock. Jeff sighed at the memory. It is horrible to have to endure one or two blowjobs on a daily basis, but what is a guy to do?

Jeff stopped at the door to their home. As the key slotted home into the lock he realised he had never fucked his wife. Yes, you heard me correctly, he had never fucked her. Now, making love to her is a totally different story. That is done between them more on an hourly basis than a daily basis. Yes, not only did he marry the most beautiful woman in the world but it turns out he married a nympho too.

Making love to Rachel is a totally different euphoria than fucking her. If you have only experienced the act of sex (fucking, if you will), you are only experiencing a one side of a multifaceted dimension of the sexual experience. Let me equate it to food. Next time you sit down to eat your favorite entrée, blind fold yourself and hold your nose. Try eating the whole meal that way with only your taste buds to be your determining factor on the satisfaction of the meal. There are so much more that goes into the mind process. Start with the visual presentation of the meal, including colour and texture that determines if it is first desirable. Then you have the aroma that goes along with the taste. It takes all the senses to make the perfect meal. Same goes with the act of lovemaking.

There is the love that is between Rachel and Jeff that they want nothing more than to fulfil every desire that each one of them has. It makes every sexual experience more fulfilling than the last time. Rachel is Jeff’s drug, his every want and desire.

Most guys fantasise about other women at every opportunity, but Jeff can’t seem to do it. Have you ever had your favourite brand of something only to try the knock-off brand? Yeah, it’s just not the same. His sweet beautiful Rachel, yeah, it’s hell having to come home to her every night after a hard day at work.

If you are thinking that Rachel is not into anything kinky, man, are you wrong. She has done things to me that would make a porn star blush. She is his little Princess and his Baby Girl. Anal, toys, DP with toys, sex stories, and they even enjoy some light BDSM. Jeff’s goal every time is to try to outdo how many times she cums from their previous record. It is quite the challenge.

Jeff is the perfect gentleman. Older does indeed mean wiser and he always leaves it up to her to which way she wants to him cum. Rachel says her favourite is sucking her pussy juices off of my cock and it mixing together with my sperm as I cum down her throat. He can’t quite understand what she loves about the taste of his cum, but he is past arguing.

Her favourite method of reaching her own orgasm is her climbing on top of Jeff with his erection in her pussy while she rides him and alternates between shoving her long nipples into his mouth. Or moaning how much she loves him and how much she loves his cock as she cums over and over while riding it. All Jeff has to do is lay back and enjoy the view of the most beautiful and loving woman riding him and tries his best not to cum too quickly.

After all this time, Rachel can still get Jeff hard by just looking at me and smiling. Nothing else, just smiling at him. It gets him hard just thinking about her. He feels his trousers tent and tighten as he reaches for the door handle and opens the door to their beautiful house.

His thoughts still run wild. His most favourite thing to do with her is let her control him. Rape him and make him do anything and everything that she wants with no thought of his wants or emotions. Only problem is, that’s what she wants too and he knows it. They are blessed. Meant to be together. If such a thing as a soul mate exists then that’s precisely what they are to each other.

Jeff loves it when Rachel gets controlling and tells him exactly what she wants and how she wants it. One of her favourite things for him to do, and no matter where, is to bend her over and move her panties to the side. Unzipping his fly he would then slide his erection into her hot wet pussy and have his way with her till he cums deep inside her. Jeff doesn’t even mind that she insists on condoms, though he is never really sure why.

Have you ever made love to your wife in every room in the house? How about every sex position in every room in the house? It’s harder than you think, no pun intended.

If you ever wondered what you get when you cross a nymphomaniac Princess, loving wife, Baby Girl and your best friend… Jeff knows. Her name is Rachel and she married him.

He smiled at the thought, but after five years of marriage he felt it unlikely that she would ever change. Anyway, there was definitely something about her Baby Girl innocence and shyness that he still found to be adorable. It was just one of those funny little quirks she had, like her insistence on calling him Daddy when everyone else in the world settled for Jeff. Somehow it all made him feel special and if that meant that she was never going to be a father as he might have liked, well it was a tradeoff he knew he could live with.

When Jeff entered the house he was immediately greeted by the pleasing odours of a fresh meal being prepared. The home seemed filled with the multilayered scents of herbs and spices mingling with the unmistakable aroma of chicken roasting in the oven. Damn, he thought as savoured the scents in the air. I’ve really missed her cooking.

As he came into the living room, he was greeted by the lilting tones of Rachel’s voice coming from out of the kitchen. “Hi Daddy, you’re just in time for dinner.”

“Wonderful, I’m starving! It smells absolutely delicious, Baby Girl.”

He set his briefcase on the half-round table against one of walls of the living room and felt Rachel’s hands slip around his shoulders from behind him. “Mmm we need do it right now Daddy.”

As he turned toward her, she laced her fingers together behind his neck and stood up on her toes to kiss him softly. Jeff’s arms found their way around her slim waist and he drew her close until her body was pressing against his.

Rachel bit her lower lip and idly straightened his tie as she became serious. “I married you because you are the most amazing man I’ve ever known and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.” She then rose up on her toes and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

“You were never going to lose me Rachel. Not even if I had to make a complete fool of myself to get you to take me.” He kissed her forehead and brushed a stray hair from her face. “I’ve loved you since the day we met, and nothing will ever change that.”

“What do you mean ‘if you had to’? You did make a complete fool of yourself, but I fell for you anyway.” Rachel saw the pained smile cross his face and couldn’t help but laugh. She loved to tease him, but knew that he meant everything he said and she sighed as he held her close.

The truth was she couldn’t imagine her life without Jeff in it, and she hugged him close and rested her head on his shoulder. He had been her first and only lover and she had never had cause to desire any other man. “Well, since you are my loving husband, I guess I should offer you dinner.”

Chapter 3

After they had eaten, Jeff sat on the couch and let his eyes roam over his wife as she crossed the room to put on some music. Through their years of marriage, he had never tired of looking at her, and of late, her natural grace seemed to have become even more enchanting to him. The last few years had been tough though and he was well aware of how it had worn on her. But now, free of the stress of holding two jobs, Rachel seem to glow with the same youthful beauty that had caught his glance when they had first met.

Rachel was very much aware of his attentions and enjoyed the effect she had on him. The night was going just as she hoped and her heart beat with excitement as she considered what was to come. She pressed ‘play’ on the stereo and the soft melodies of the love song she had chosen came alive and filled the small space of the room.

Rachel hummed with the music as the first song started and moved around the room, lighting several candles that she had place earlier. Then, with the small flames casting their glow, she turned off the electrical lighting, instantly transforming the mood in the room to something far more romantic.

As familiar bars of music rose and caressed her body with its delicate energy, Rachel began dancing slowly with the beat as if she could feel it coming from within her. She turned to toward Jeff and began singing along with the vocals, expressing herself through the impromptu harmonies of the duet that she had created.

“I live to feel your lips upon my neck, Your gentle touch upon my face. You make my heart throb in my chest, And it beats in time with your every breath. I feel you’re love for me, And it’s all I’m ever gonna need

So I’ll lay my head upon your breast. In your arms I’ll always be at rest You are the only one I want, You are my one So baby, tell me you love me”

She was singing the words written by another, but they were pure and from her heart. She motioned for Jeff to come to her, and when he took her into his arms, she settled against him and they danced as songs of love bound them together.

There, lost in a moment of time in the flickering candlelight, Jeff and Rachel danced together like they had on their first date during college. He immersed his senses in the soft curves of her body and the pleasant aroma of her perfume while she drew herself to the safety of his strength. They fed off of each other’s love as if it were the nectar of the gods, quietly revelling in the blissful harmony that they had created together.

They danced together in the candlelight for a time and somewhere there, lost in the music and intoxicated in the moment, the outside world seemed to slip away, leaving them alone and at peace with each other. They danced on in each other’s arms, weaving a symphony of their own until they recaptured the unique newness of love that always seems to drift away from couples as the pressures and reality of life intrude into their homes.

When the last song she had chosen ended, Rachel hit shuffle and then came back to Jeff, taking his hand in hers. For a brief moment, she kept her eyes cast down, as if she was afraid to speak, but then her gazed moved upward and fixated on his. Her eyes sparkled like jewels in the candlelight, and her expression was made of a complex mix of love and excitement that was brushed with a tinge of embarrassment. It was a look that spoke more clearly than anything she could have said and he followed willingly as she led him down the hallway toward their bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, Rachel stopped to light several more candles. The subdued light from the small flames created an almost supernatural warmth, and the music that drifted down the hall seemed to carry with it a thickness in the air that felt heavy on Jeff’s chest. No, it’s not the light or the music, it’s her. My lord she looks absolutely radiant tonight!

He walked up behind her as she lit the last of the candles and kissed her on the shoulder. As his lips tasted her supple skin, she moaned quietly in approval and softly pressed her rump into his crotch, rocking slowly in an unstated promise of what was to come.

He moved her hair from the nape of her neck and felt a small tremble pass through her as he let his kisses dance from one bare shoulder to the other. His arm circled her waist, holding her more tightly to him and she turned her body toward him, offering her full lips to him once again.

They kissed tenderly at first as Rachel slowly turned in his embrace, but the passion that she felt for him now rose within her like a rain swollen river and began washing away any trace of the hesitation or timidity that had once beset her

He was her husband and she, his wife. Tonight she would make love to him and for him, but also for herself and the child she would carry. Not even the deep, hidden voices of her morally correct upbringing could find any fault in that. She felt more than realised that she was finally and completely free to give every ounce of her sensuality to him, and with that freedom came her right to revel in his touch. There was no more need to be coy or innocent in their bed. She had no need to protect her virtue from him, he was the man that she had been saving it for all along, and this was moment to let him indulge himself in all that she had to offer.

With her conscience pacified, Rachel broke their embrace and took a half step away from him. She reached seductively behind her head and pulled away the barrette that had held her long hair so carefully in place. She then shook her head, allowing her thick mien of flaxen hair to pour down over her bare shoulders.

She turned away from him and placed her hands on hardwood top of the tall chest of drawers in front of her. Leaning forward slightly, she let her head move downwards, exposing the back of her neck. “Would you unzip my dress for me Jeff,” she asked in a meek and unmistakably submissive tone.

“I would love to.” His words may have sounded confident to her, but his hand was trembling as he drew the zipper down the back of her dress, and his mouth went dry as he excitedly watched the material part, exposing her bare back to him. The soft tones of her flawless skin were accentuated by the candlelight and after he had the dress completely open, he couldn’t help but smooth his hand over her back. Her body felt very warm to his touch and when she arched back towards him, he let his arms move under the dress as they circled around and pulled her against him.

He nuzzled her neck and cupped her breasts under the fabric of the dress, relishing the surprisingly erotic manor in which she offered herself to his touch. He found her protruding nipples under the thin material of her bra and rubbed his thumbs over them until her head lolled back against his shoulder. He squeezed her sensitive buds between his fingers and was rewarded by the quiet mewling she made as he fondled her.

“Mmm, gosh Jeff, that feels so good. I love how you touch me Daddy.” It had come out as barely a whisper, but the words echoed in Jeffs mind like a scream of passion. Rachel had never been a talker during sex, and even this little piece of encouragement had a profound effect on him. He began massaging her breasts more forcefully as his excitement grew and she writhed against him, guiding his hands as they plied her tender flesh.

Rachel was becoming extremely aroused as well and the moisture that was oozing into her sex only served to heighten her passion. She wasn’t exaggerating about how good his hands felt on her body and soon the desire to feel him against her bare skin became more than she could resist. With an effort, she moved a step away from him and let her arms fall slowly to her hips. She lowered her shoulders slightly in open invitation and Jeff responded by guiding her open dress down to her waist. With deliberate movements meant to arouse him, Rachel worked the garment over her hips and let it fall to the floor, and then turned to face her husband.

As she displayed her charms to him, Jeff was taken aback by how incredibly beautiful she looked. The baby blue colour of her new lingerie beautifully set off the natural colours of her hair and skin. The form of the bra she wore pushed up her breasts and created a wonderful valley of cleavage that made his mouth water in anticipation of kissing them.

The matching satin panties were cut high on her hips and as she turned in a slow circle in front of him he almost groaned when he saw the tiny bit of butt floss that dipped between the firm cheeks of her ass, almost disappearing completely from his view.

As she finished her pirouette, Rachel saw the look of lustful hunger in his eyes and leaned back with her elbows against the dresser with one leg bent behind her. The effect opened her body completely to his gaze and she let him feast his eyes on her for several long seconds.

“Rachel, I…Wow, you look incredible.” He came up to her and ran his fingers down her sides. “What I’m trying to say is that you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. It doesn’t matter if you’re wearing something as sexy as this…” he stopped and gently ran the back of his hand over the lace cup of her brassier before finishing his thought. “Or just an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I felt that way the first time I saw you, and you’ve only become more beautiful since that day. Marrying you was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Rachel put her small hand on his face and kissed him, knowing he truly felt that way. “I love you Daddy. You’ve been everything I’ve ever hoped or dreamed I’d find in a man. I’m so proud of you and I’m glad to have you as my husband.” She felt a small tear forming in her eye and she gave a short laugh as he wiped it away.

Looking down, she began to remove his neck tie as she thought about her next words. “I know you had some experience with other girls before you met me, and my lack of it must have been difficult for you. I want you to know that I’m aware of how patient you’ve been, and I also want you to know that I’m not going to hold back anymore.” She pulled his tie from his neck and began working the buttons open on his shirt as she continued.

“You’re my husband and I want to give you everything you need. I want to fulfil your desires baby, whatever they might be.” She kissed him again, savouring the feel of his lips on hers. Then she dropped slowly down to her knees in front of him and grazed her nails over his crotch until she felt the bulge of his erection. Her heart pounded in her chest as she traced the outline of his cock threw his slacks, feeling it lengthen and harden even more as she touched it.

She looked up at him and was very pleased at the look of amazed excitement on his face as she tenderly squeezed his cock through his pants. The sound of his zipper made as she drew it down was loud in her ears, as was the sharp intake of his breath as she pulled his length out of his boxers and into the open. She licked her lips seductively, wetting them for him. “Don’t cum yet Daddy, not this time okay?”

Jeff was mesmerised by what she was doing to him and it took a second for what she just said to sink in. He tried to say something, anything to let her know that he wasn’t unhappy with their sex life, but he was just too shocked for the words to come.

Rachel saw surprise in his face and didn’t want to wait for him to say anything before she brushed the head of his cock with her wet lips. She felt him stiffen a little bit at the contact and felt a new rush of wet excitement in her panties at his response to her touch. So emboldened, she flicked her tongue out and slowly encircled the head of his cock. The taste of his skin mixed with his musky, masculine scent, affected her much like a glass of strong Brandy. She opened her mouth and slid it completely over the bulbous knob until it completely filled her mouth.

She had always been pleased with the size and shape of his cock. It was several inches long, and thick enough that it stretched her pussy delightfully when he entered her but not so thick, she decided, that sucking him was a problem. She took him to the back of her wet mouth and closed her lips around his shaft, sealing it against the outside air. Using gentle suction, she drew her mouth back up his length, trailing a coating of shiny moisture on his skin.

When his crown lay comfortably on her tongue, she swirled it over the fleshy knob several times and was rewarded by the pleasant mutterings of approval that Jeff was giving her. She then pulled it out of her mouth and flicked the hot, wet tip of her tongue against the underside base of his cockhead.

She stroked his shaft as she did and Jeff rested his hands on her head, not quite guiding her, but gently encouraging her to once again take him deeply into her mouth. She cupped his balls in her hand and fondled them, separating them in his sack and massaging them until his cock felt like it was throbbing in her mouth.

Afraid that he might cum too soon, she pulled off and stroked him in her hand. She gazed up at Jeff and he touched her face tenderly. “Are you okay Daddy?” she asked, concerned that he might lose control before he ever had a chance to plant his seed in her.

“More than okay Baby Girl, you’re doing great. You look so sexy on your knees like that.” Jeff started taking his shirt off as he spoke and Rachel, satisfied that he was not to close, once again started to slide her lips up and down his shaft.

Rachel had always been willing to give him head, but she had never really tried to make a skill of it. As Jeff had never complained she had thought that it was a fairly easy thing to do. Over the last few weeks though, Rachel had found an adult internet site called Lush Stories and had been immediately fascinated by the tales of sex and love that she found there. What had surprised her even more were the number of women, skilled in the art of sex and incredibly open minded about talking about it.

She had read a number of the stories and had learned a great deal about how to please Jeff with fellatio, but even more enlightening were the numerous forum posts that discussed every aspect of sexuality that she could have imagined and more than a few that she would otherwise have never thought of. From these she had learned many things that she had never considered before and now, for the first time, she was putting these new skills to good use.

One of the things she learned was that by sucking him slowly, she could draw out the experience for him, torturing him with her mouth without driving him over the edge. She moved her head in long motions, turning it slightly this way and that as she rode up and down his length. Each time she found his head on her lips, she made sure to tickle and lather it with her tongue and lips.

She followed her mouth with her hand as well, squeezing and rotating it over him. Soon she tasted the telltale taste of his precum and she pulled her lips to the tip and sucked hard, drawing the fluid out of him.

She stopped to lick the flavour from her glistening lips just as he threw his shirt onto the dresser. “Mmm baby, you taste so sweet today. Can you take more or would you like to get in the bed now?”

Jeff laughed and unbuckled his belt, letting his slacks drop to the floor. He had never seen Rachel like this and was amazed at the job she was doing on his cock. Twice now she had gotten him close enough to cumming that he would have had to stop her, but both times she had paused long enough for him to regain control. She was driving him crazy with her mouth and he couldn’t bring himself to make her stop now. “Soon Baby Girl, but what you’re doing feels to damn good to stop now.”

Rachel gave him an evil, lustful look and kissed the end of his cock. “Okay, but you better not pop yet. I have other plans for you tonight.” She then pursed her lips and forced them over his head, letting him penetrate her mouth as if he were sliding into her pussy. Reaching up, she cocked her fingers and dragged her nails down his chest just as she plunged him to the back of her mouth.

Jeff gasped at the sudden mix of pleasure and pain and Rachel chose that very moment to try the one thing that she both desired and dreaded to do most. Descending down his shaft until she felt this cockhead bump the back of her mouth, she held him by his bare hips and tried to force him past her mouth and into the tightness of her throat. She was filled with fear as she did so, and her heart pounded as the urge to gage and vomit welled up in her. Remembering the things she read, she swallowed hard and was shocked to feel his thickness pass the point of no return and sink more deeply into her.

The thick head failed to pass easily though and Rachel gagged hard as it become lodged in the back of her throat. Her eyes watered from the effort and she almost panicked as she realised that she couldn’t breathe with him so deeply in her mouth. Quickly, she pulled off of his cock, leaving strings of thick saliva trailing from her lips.

Jeff had been caught off guard by her attempt and almost lost it as he felt his rod pressing so deeply into her. When she backed off, her face was beat red from the effort, and kicking his shoes and pants away, he sat down on the floor with her.

Rachel wiped the saliva from her chin and melted against him as he took her into his arms. She felt humiliated by her failure and almost sobbed as he stroked her hair. “I’m sorry Daddy. I just wanted to do that for you so badly.”

Jeff was stunned by how she felt and quickly let her know how happy he was with her. “Sorry? Oh no sweetheart, please don’t be. You were great, really. It’s a good thing you stopped when you did, believe me.”

“Really? You’re not disappointed? I…”

Jeff put a finger lightly on her lips. “Rachel, it was fantastic. It really was.” Taking her face in his hands, her brought her lips to his and kissed her deeply, his tongue tickling her lips until she granted him access to her own. They sat there on their knees for several long seconds as they feasted on each other, their tongues and lips sucking and sliding until they were out of breath.

Jeff reached behind her back, and with practiced skill, released the hooks holding her bra together. Once freed from their confinement, her breasts fell forward enticingly and Rachel pulled the bra away from her body.

Jeff cupped one of her globes in his hand, feeling the supple flesh and rubbed his palm over her nipple, causing her to arch toward him. He kissed his way down her neck and over the rise of her boob until he felt her thick nipple enter his mouth. Rachel moaned softly as his tongue lapped over the bud, and when his lips closed around it, she held his head tenderly to her bosom.

Rachel sighed as her husband suckled on her breast, enjoying the sensation of his moist lips on her skin. “That’s it Daddy, suck my titties… It feels so good to have your mouth on me like that” she cooed to him as she stroked his head. As he moved his mouth to its twin, Rachel snaked her hand down and gave his cock a reassuring squeeze.

Rachel’s breathing became deeper and more regular as he sucked and nibbled on her. Just the sight of him licking and biting at her nipples was enough to make her very wet, and the sensations that flowed through her almost had her panting with desire. Soon she was stroking his cock with slow, hard motions, wishing it was inside her enflamed pussy.

Jeff responded to her tense ministrations on his shaft, and kissed her once more as he rose. He gathered Rachel in his arms, easily lifting her small body and laid her gently on their bed. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of her thong and with a gentle tug, slid it down her thighs and cast it onto the floor.

Having her pussy licked was always something that Rachel felt self-conscience about, but when Jeff lifted her right leg and placed a wet kiss on her inner thigh, Rachel’s blood rushed in her ears and she spread her legs, opening herself to his desire.

With breathless anticipation, she shivered as he kissed his way closer to her sex, leaving a wet trail up her thigh. When she felt his tongue trace around her vulva, she moaned and squirmed in his grasp, trying desperately to mover her pussy onto his mouth. Finally, she felt him part her folds and arched her back as his tongue sank into her, travelling up and down her slit.

Any thoughts of trying to remain quiet were far from her mind and words of lustful encouragement issued out from her parted lips. “Oh fuck yes Jeff, lick my pussy Daddy, suck me like that. Oh shit that feels sooo good!”

Rachel felt like the liquid fire of her arousal was going to make her burst into flames as he pulled and licked on her engorged labia with his mouth. She spread her legs wide and locked her ankles around his back, pulling herself against the insidious motions of his tongue as he probed her relentlessly.

She dared look down between her breasts at him and saw that, though his mouth worked tirelessly on her moist flesh, his eyes were firmly on her face and they glowed with mirth and excitement at the way he was making her buck and thrash on the bed. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes, communicating in a way only lovers can, and she begged him to make her orgasm if he could.

Jeff took up the challenge and sealed his mouth around her clit. When his tongue began assaulting her over sensitised button, Rachel lifted her back off of the mattress and her hands flew to her breasts, pulling and twisting her nipples as waves of electric pleasure surged through her.

Watching her react so powerfully to what he was doing thrilled Jeff no end. That she could let go so completely and with such raw abandon, not only made him happy for her, but also turned him on to his core. He dug his tongue into her, tasting the sweet flavours of her juices and sucked hard on her flesh as if she were a ripe peach.

He ran his hands over her hips and pelvis, feeling her muscles rippling and contracting as her body writhed in pleasure. The entire experience was so hot that he could feel his cock throbbing against the sheets as he struggled to keep her from wriggling out of his grasp. Her whole body appeared flush with the stress of arousal, and her flat belly flexed and tensed with every breath she took. He didn’t think he’d ever seen anything so incredibly sexy in his life and he was dying to see what she would do when she finally reached orgasm.

Rachel’s body felt like it was being consumed though her sex and she pulled at the sheets in futile desperation as her body strained with the almost electrical shocks of pr-orgasmic energy that coursed through her. When he began focusing directly on her clit with what seemed like an evilly lustful intent, the slowly building pressure in her belly suddenly exploded within her, sending powerful waves of pleasure rolling through her body and crashing into her mind.

The breath she had been holding in her chest was expelled with the force of her orgasm, and Rachel screamed out with the force of her release. “Ahhh fuck yes Daddy, I’m gonna cumm! Ohh fuck!!”

Her words trailed into nonsensical moans and her body convulsed powerfully in Jeff’s grip. He pulled his mouth of off her pussy and laid his hand over her mound, applying gentle pressure until she finally stopped trembling.

Rachel was blown away by the force of her orgasm and couldn’t remember ever cumming that hard before. Her entire body felt like it was bathed in static electricity and her pussy purred in contentment. She lifted herself onto her elbows and smiled at Jeff. “Oh fuck Daddy that felt soo good!”

Jeff grinned back at her. “I can keep going if you want.” He moved down and gave her clit another gentle lick, causing her to jump violently in his grasp.

“Oh shit, ahh…No, please don’t. I can’t take any more!” Rachel laughed and rolled over on her side, drawing her knees up to protect her twitching pussy. Her clit was throbbing so hard that she was sure if he touched it again she would fly right off of the bed.

He laughed too and crawled up over her, rolling her onto her back again and kissing her hard on the mouth. Rachel succumbed to his probing tongue, sucking it into her mouth and savouring the taste of her residue on his lips.

Rachel had always loved having him on top of her like this and trailed her hands down his sides until she found his muscular hips. She never ceased to be turned on by his strength, and by how much bigger than her he actually was. Lying under his shadow like that gave her a sense of being protected and secure in ways that she could barely describe. Instinctively, her body relaxed beneath him as he settled himself into the comfort of her thighs.

She touched his chest with her fingertips, slowly drawing invisible circles on his skin. “No more waiting Jeff, I’m ready tonight. I want you to make love to me, just you and me with nothing between us.” She gazed into his eyes intently, making sure he understood what she was saying. “I want to have your baby, and I need you to give it to me, but I have to know for sure, are you really ready for that? I just need to hear you say it one more time, okay?”

Jeff had guessed that this was what she had been leading up to this evening, but hearing those words come from her struck him like a lightning bolt. He could feel how much she loved him, and his heart swelled in his chest, straining to go out to her. He touched her face and gently caressed her cheek. “Sweetheart, those were the most beautiful words I’ve ever heard. I love you, and I’ll always be there for you and our baby. Yes, I want this. I want this as much as I wanted to marry you when I proposed.

Rachel had never really doubted his love or commitment to her, but none the less, hearing him say it in such powerful terms overcame her with a glowing excitement that she could barely contain.

Cradling his cock in her hand, she guided him towards the moist centre of her sex. Taking a moment to rub his head up and down her pussy, she coated him with her juices until he was moving easily through her labia. Once she was satisfied that he was well lubricated, she drew the glistening head downwards and gasped as he suddenly parted her and began pressing forward, dipping into her velvet passage.

“Oh yes Daddy, do it to me. Fuck me with that big cock.” The words had an unnatural taste to her at first, but when Jeff responded by suddenly plunged into her, she began to understand the value of urging him on. From the beginning, she had wanted so much to cast off the shackles of her inhibitions, and to show him that she could match his passion in bed, and judging by his reaction, her efforts would likely be fully rewarded.

Before long, Jeff was stroking into her hard, with steady, regular thrusts that made her huff every time his cock sank into her. Her pussy was still throbbing in post orgasmic spasms and clenched tightly at his ridged shaft, rippling with sensation each time he pulled back, only to be forced open again by another hard thrust, until her channel finally conformed to his shape.

The warm sensation of fullness spread quickly into her belly, and like a moth to a flame, Rachel tilted her pelvis upwards until his long shaft was easily slicing into her. Her body began to quake and tremble as they found their rhythm, and her hands clawed at the bed sheets in vain desperation as he drove his cock into her with fevered abandon.

Her quiet huffs and moans grew in volume as her body was relentlessly plundered, and Jeff grinned lustfully at her eagerness to be taken. The louder she became, the more she summoned the most base of his animal passions. His body felt to her like he was made of iron, freshly forged and glowing hot with the intensity of his need.

His hands moved under her and gripped her ass tightly, causing Rachel to cry out as he lifted her hips high above the bed. Rising to his knees with her, he held her body against him and slammed into her with all his strength, rocking her hard with ferocity of his intimate assault.

Rachel had desperately wanted him to be as excited as she was about their baby making sex, and the reality of finding herself at the centre of his unbridled passion connected with her on a level far deeper than she ever thought possible. Even as he used her so roughly, she felt a wave of ecstatic joy crest and wash over her, setting off a cascade of sensations pouring over. Every nerve in her body suddenly fired, merging together in a torrential rain of pleasure that flooded her mind. This connection flashed in her mind like lightning and she embraced it totally, knowing that her coming orgasm was caused more by her love for the man than by the pleasure he was giving her.

In a single, thunderous burst, her body exploded in orgasm and brightly lit colours of light danced in front of her eyes as if the entire room were being consumed by fireworks. The pressure gripped and rolled in her belly and she cried out in the pure elation of her release.

Jeff was already close when she came and the incredibly erotic sight of seeing her so consumed by the throes of her orgasm tore away what little control he had left. He lifted her legs to his shoulders and added his own voice to the music she had made as he buried his cock one last time and erupted into her. His pulsing cock head nuzzled up against her hungry cervix and his thick, potent seed flooded her womb.

“Oh yeah Daddy, cum inside me like that, cum inside me and fill my pussy with it. Oh god don’t pull it out, leave it inside me…” Rachel’s plaintive whimpers drifted into unintelligible murmurs as Jeff’s throbbing cock slowly softened inside her.

When he finally slid out of her, she succumbed to the urge to close her legs tightly, trapping his live seed where he had left it. As he lay down next to her and pulled the covers over them, she melted into his arms, feeling an indescribable contentment creep over her.

Later, Rachel lay spooned against her husband, listening to the deep and regular breathing that signalled his repose. She didn’t begrudge him his sleep after their lovemaking, if anything she was a little surprised that she didn’t share his exhaustion.

Despite the fatigue of her body though, her mind was racing as she thought about what was transpiring in her womb. Countless millions of sperm… one defenceless egg. She smiled secretly, and her eyes sparkled in the darkness as she thought about it and the warm glow she had been feeling continued to pulsate through her.

She would use a pregnancy test soon, but she was certain it would only confirm what she already instinctively knew. Jeff had planted a seed and she had no doubt at all that it was already beginning to take hold.

She placed her hand on her belly as if she could touch the magic that was creating a new spark of life within her. Her best guess was that it would be a boy because Jeff’s family seemed to lean strongly in that direction. He had a sister but all his cousins had been boys and of those only his sister didn’t already had a boy of their own. Still though, part of her hoped for a daughter to teach and share things with. In the end though, it didn’t matter, the sex of Jeff’s child that she carried inside her. Whether she bore a boy or a girl, she and Jeff would shower the baby, and whatever brothers and sisters that followed, with all of their love.

She and Jeff had taken a fateful step in life. They were no longer just a couple. No, now they were a family.