"For Bearing" {Pendragon} (MF preg oral wl cons) 

                           FOR BEARING
                       by Uther Pendragon
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com

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     This material is Copyright, 1997, Uther Pendragon.  All 
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     All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as 
public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination 
and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly 
coincidental.

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                           FOR BEARING
                       by Uther Pendragon
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com


     "'... As clever as clever.  So I think I'll be six now for 
ever and ever.' The end.  There.  Can you reach the nightstand 
with the book?"

     "Sure.  Y'know, I still think this is silly, but I'm really 
beginning to enjoy the poems."

     "Milne wrote light verse.  Parenthood has a way of 
dominating your thoughts, ..."

     "I've noticed.  And I'm not really a parent yet."

     " ... so he wrote light verse about parenthood.  He didn't 
really write them for kids.  You'll notice that I didn't say 
anything about your being quite apparent."

     "And I'm extremely grateful.  I saw a 'wide load' sign on a 
truck yesterday and thought about stealing it."

     "Hush!  You are full and sleek and sexy and incredibly 
desirable.  I worry every time that you drive off that some 
stranger will see you and grab you away from me."

     "Bob, you have never seen a woman that you didn't desire."

     "... Less than you.  Speaking of which...."

     "Sure.  Who's first?"

     "I'm already down here."

     "Y'know, I can remember when I could see you like this.  
Oh!"

     "Sleep, little atom.  Sleep now, do.  Mommy and daddy both 
love you.   But daddy loves your mommy too.  Rest now; they have 
love things to do."

     "It's a good sort of chant, but it hasn't worked yet."

     "Maybe I'll have better luck with her mother."

     . . .  

     "Oh, yes, Bob....  Yes, Bob....  Yes!...  Oh.  Oh?  Oh?  Oh!   
Aaaaaaah!

     . . .

     "I do love you, gal."

     "And I love you.  Your turn."

     "You're sure?"

     "I'm sure.  I keep telling you that it wasn't putting your 
seed in *this* end which made me upchuck for nine months 
straight.  Besides, I feel it's kind of my fault; I wanted to be 
pregnant in the worst possible way, and...."

     "Hush!  Never say that!  You aren't pregnant in the worst 
possible way.  It doesn't put you in danger, and that is the most 
important.  It doesn't put the atom in danger, and that is the 
other important thing.  She is taking all sorts of room, and took 
some that we had other plans for, that's all."

     "Junior doesn't agree."

     "Junior doesn't get a vote."

     "He gets a kiss, though.  But you have to make the journey."

     "There.  Can you reach me?...  Oh yes.  Did I mention that I 
love you?"

     "Mmm mmm."

     "So sweet....  Oh, yes....  Oh love....  Oh damn!"

     "I'm sorry.  Some sort of crick in my back.  Do you want my 
hand?"

     "Please....  Yes.  Like that....  Tighter, you won't hurt 
me....   Just like that....  You are so good....  Love.  Love....  
Unh.  Unh!   Unh!  Unh.  

     ...  

     "Sorry.  I tried to get it all."

     "No problem.  You actually enjoyed that?"

     "Sure.  I won't lie, I prefer being in you.  But that will 
happen.  I waited years for you, once.  I can wait months....  
Indeed, I should have more patience these days....  It's funny, 
though."

     "What's funny?  Wanna feel?"

     "Always.  She's really keeping it up."

     "You take such pleasure in the simple things in life, like 
my pain."

     "Sorry!  Would you really prefer that she didn't move."

     "God no!  But there is such a thing as moderation."

     "Moderation?  Sorry darling, you're carrying a Brennan."

     "So, what's funny?"

     "Marriage, intercourse, blow jobs, hand jobs.  You really 
went at things backwards."

     "I don't think I want my daughter associating with someone 
with such a dirty mind."

     "That would be waste.  And a dirty mind is..."

     "... a terrible thing to waste."

     "Other women are pampered with pickles.  *You* get straight 
lines when you're pregnant."

     "Other women don't have husbands as weird as mine."

     "Nor as desperately in love.  Want a washcloth."

     "I've gotta go in there anyway.  She's playing soccer with 
my bladder."

     THE END
     Uther Pendragon
     nogardneprethu@gmail.com
     1997/07/14
     1997/10/28
     2000/06/11


This is one of a series of stories about the Brennans.

The next story in the series is:
     fortissi.txt 
"Fortissimo" 

The first story in the series is:
     forever.txt 
"Forever" 

The guide to the entire series is:
     brennan.txt 



For another story about another couple coping with another 
sort of dificulty, see:
     cooling.txt 
"Cooling Off" 

The Index to the entire FTP directory is:
     index.txt 



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