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Archive name: fun1.txt (mf,voy,preg)
Authors name: rodsti@hotmail.com (Rod Stiffener)
Story title : PUTTING THE "FUN" INTO "DYSFUNCTIONAL"
PART ONE OF TWO
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PUTTING THE "FUN" INTO "DYSFUNCTIONAL"
PART ONE
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Jake had only been in town for a couple of months. A
bit of a loner, he had been drifting around picking
up work where he could get it. But now that he was
on trial at the machine shop, he had some steady
income and could think about putting down a few
roots again. Very different from working in
trucking. And he could start accumulating the
wherewithall to get another Harley, to replace the
one lost to bike thieves the previous year. No more
Sidewalk Commando status for him.
Through the machine shop he had met a few kindred
spirits. Customers who had brought in heads for
porting work, cylinders for re-boring, and when he
saw Harley parts come across the counter it was like
the memory of his own lost cycle was haunting him.
He would go the extra mile for those customers, and
soon it was being suggested that he should come
and hang out, roll some numbers, blast the cobwebs
out of the stereo system.
They went on runs, too. Not wearing colors, nothing
like that. Too much aggravation, you have to be
prepared to put your life on the line if you start
wearing colors. But they got a buzz out of going
places in groups, just for the sheer thrill of riding.
Jake would excuse himself from going on any runs,
though. He wasn't going to pack double behind
anyone. Getting back on his own two wheels was a
matter of pride to him. Sometimes, though, he
would follow along later in his tintop, to bring a
keg of beer and pick up any parts that might have
vibrated loose on the way.
He was a man of few words, and difficult to get to
know. But his machining skills made him worth
knowing, to people who rode the older iron and who
thought the newer Harleys were fit only for effeminate
stock-brokers.
Soon he was part of a circle of down-to-earth people,
the kind who wouldn't hesitate to call a spade a fucking
spade. Educated mainly in the University of Hard Knocks,
they looked forward to Saturday morning rides and
Saturday night rages, taking pride in an ability to party
all night and still be able to function at work the next
day. Monica-gate did not bother them at all; to their
mind, frequent blowjobs should be an integral part of any
Presidency.
Jake ended up on best terms with Steve, Frank, John,
Paul, and their ladies who they changed like library
books. Except that Paul and Sharon were now an item.
In fact Sharon was about six months pregnant, and
quite large with it. She was quite large anyway, being
very broad across the hips with big buttocks and upper
legs. Real thunderthighs, complete with cellulite. He
wouldn't call her obese though, in the sense of fat all
over. More like "pear-shaped", since her upper half was
of normal proportions. If she were to be described as
having an hourglass figure, then you needed to imagine
a pretty bottom-heavy glass. She also had magnificent
boobs that hung fairly low.
Jake had made these observations during some
riverside barbecues they'd held when the weather was
fine. Her bathing costume struggled to keep everything
in. Especially now that her belly was distended, and
her breasts had become larger than normal. She had a
lovely complexion; pale, white and generally pretty
flawless skin. She had a nose a bit too big for her face,
and full, pouty lips. The type of lips that someone once
referred to as "cock-sucking lips". He often found
himself attracted to women who were not the usual
fashion stereotype, especially if they had nice a
complexion and nice breasts. On the other hand,
Barbie-dolls and Miss Universe types didn't do a lot for
him. Too unreal, he thought. He liked "real" women.
Or did he just lack ambition?
Her partner Paul was a little shrimp of a guy who acted
big, probably because he had a complex about being
small. He maintained a tough-guy image, with black leather
waist-coat and long beard trimmed to make him look like a
chip off the ZZ Topp. An okay guy, but with a harder edge
to him than others with less to prove.
And Sharon needed a bit of watching, as she didn't
mind attention from other men. Not just flashing her
tits at truckers while on the highway either. That was
just par for the course. In all her interactions with
men, she always seemed conscious of the fact that they
were MEN. Flirty remarks, sexual innuendo, saying
things like "Thank you hairy crutch" if a door were
opened for her. If no one were paying her any
attention, then she would encourage some attention. It
was as if she didn't feel valid as a woman unless there
were always some bees buzzing around her honeypot.
Being the new boy in town and conscious that he
should mind his manners, Jake would normally have
just noted in passing that Sharon was attractive and
left it at that. But she had this air of sweetness and
vulnerability that tugged at him somehow. And she
always managed to convey the impression to all men
that she was one women with a very positive attitude
toward fucking. Just how positive could she get, Jake
couldn't help wondering?
And Paul was not around for some reason, on the day
that Steve celebrated his birthday. The others all
decided to have a night on the town. Sharon was
especially looking forward to it because she had not
been out on her own for a while, and Paul was strict
on her about not drinking or smoking marijuana while
pregnant.
Which makes sense, and she would probably have been
all for it if he would only support her by abstaining
himself. But why should she be a martyr while he was
still having a good time? At times the rights of her
unborn child would take second place to her one-up-
manship with Paul.
Jake's beat-up Chevy V-8 was having triple bypass
surgery that week, so Sharon gave him a lift in her VW
Beetle, painted a delicate shade of "nipple pink". The
others all piled into Steve's car, so as to keep the
amount of drink-drive convictions to a minimum. They
started at a bar, drinking bourbon except Sharon who
stayed on orange juice. She couldn't help joining in,
though, when they went out to the alley to roll up a
couple of numbers. She was as keen as anyone to
dangle off the end of a spliff or three while planning
the next move.
After an hour or two spent "warming up" at the bar,
they went on to a night club. Sharon turned a few
heads when she got onto the dance floor with Jake,
wearing a dark red velvet dress and carrying a stomach
that announced her arrival about three yards before
she got there. But she loved dancing and wanted to
enjoy herself, so he thought, why not? The others
stayed at the bar, while Steve found someone he fancied
and started navigating her around the dancefloor. So
Jake mostly danced with Sharon but not always.
Another guy parked himself on the barstool next to hers
and started chatting away with her.
He was a travelling business type from out of town and
didn't know anyone, so was willing to strike up a
conversation with anybody. It was clear they were
getting on like a house on fire, animated conversation
followed by the odd slow dance out on the floor. It was
just in Sharon's line, to have two guys fluttering around
her like moths. The business type and Jake alternated
the dancing duties, and next thing they all knew, she
had a glass of bourbon in her hand. This guy was
buying her drinks for her, and at those expensive
nightclub prices, she was too flattered to refuse. Paul's
strictures about abstinence were going out the window
tonight, as she was already a bit stoned from the joints
smoked earlier.
The guy seemed to fancy her a bit, despite her obvious
condition, and they were dancing kind of close. At
least, as close as her huge belly would allow. His groin
was bumping right up against it as they danced. Her
belly had been bumping up against Jake's groin as well,
especially on the slower numbers when couples get to
go into a clinch. If he had looked down, he would have
seen a milky-white cleavage thrust up by a bra that was
now a size too small, framed by the red velvet v-neck of
her dress.
Friend's wife or not, that kind of thing is instant hard-
on material, and in her condition any hard-on would be
unavoidably pressed against her navel. So Jake kept his
gaze fixed over her shoulder and silently said "Down,
boy!" to his stirring dick. When this other chap danced
with her, he took no such precautions. Jake could see
him glancing down at her boobs from time to time, and
she knew it but was enjoying the attention. Jake saw
no harm in it. He supposed that she liked to feel
attractive, and not just be treated like the Goodyear
blimp.
After they'd been there about two hours Steve decided
he was going to leave with his new-found friend, so
that they could get to know each other better. This
broke up the party somewhat, as he was the reason for
coming out in the first place. The others went and
caught a cab, to go home and give the stereo some
exercise while they mellowed out. But Sharon told Jake
that she wanted to stay and dance a bit longer. So the
two of them went back out onto the floor. The friendly
stranger had also gone, so it was now a party of two.
They were both on a high by now, from the bourbon
and the dope. Her hand went around his back to pull
him closer, so his crutch was constantly rubbing
against her taut, distended belly. It felt good to be
gliding over the dancefloor to those smoochy numbers
the DJ's always put on in the later part of the evening.
Jake had one of her hands held in his, and every so
often she would give it a squeeze.
His other hand was resting on her hip. Any time that
it moved slightly, it would slide the velvet of her
dress up and down over her bare skin. Looking down,
he could see her eyes were closed, and she was just
going with the flow of wherever he steered her. Her
ample cleavage was truly a vision of loveliness, and
his half-erect cock would twitch every so often at
the sight. Pressed hard against her, there was no way
that she couldn't have felt it stirring into life.
They hadn't yet really crossed the line of improper
behaviour. Sure, his semi-hardon was jammed up
against her, but what could he do? It was unavoidable,
really. He was sure she would understand his
predicament. Don't know if Paul would be so
understanding, though ... .
The line began to be crossed at the moment when she
started to swing her hips in time to the music, so that
her belly was brushing back and forth against his cock.
This got it to almost full hardness. If he moved away,
she pulled him back again. It appeared that she was
deliberately trying to give him a hard-on. She had also
leaned forward so that her head was almost resting on
his shoulder, and the change in body angle meant that
his hand had now slid around onto one of her massive
buttocks. The rotation of her hips meant that his palm
was slipping the velvet material back and forth across
her backside, in little motions on a bodypart which
experience taught him was definitely an erogenous
zone.
They were now about as closely intertwined as it is
possible to be with a heavily pregnant woman in a
public place. It looked like she intended to break some
vows that no man is supposed to put asunder. But it
felt so good to be holding her that he did not want to
pull away. The fact that she was pregnant was neither
a turn-on nor a turn-off, in fact it was pretty irrelevant
at that stage. She just wanted to be held, and he was
happy to hold her.
Jake was a fellow who always cultivated a gruff
exterior, as did most of the males of his social
background. It made him a better poker player, but
didn't mean that he was a totally unfeeling swine. Her
air of innocence and vulnerability was getting to him,
and from what he knew of their relationship he tended
to side with her over Paul. A stupid, dangerous thing
to do, but he felt drawn to her and was starting to get
protective of her. Not to mention aroused. Down boy,
dammit!
Finally he said. "It's time we went." Well, if he hadn't
said that, the sweep-up people would have found them
still there in the morning!
She said "Okay," and hand-in-hand they headed for the
exit.
There was no conversation between them as she drove
the VW Beetle homewards, except once when suddenly,
out of nowhere, she said, "I've always liked big guys."
He knew at once that this was an invitation to go and
view her etchings. It was a clear reference to the fact
that he stood at 6'1" and 220 lb, while Paul was a runty
5'5" and 130 lb.
But apart from that one simple statement about
preferred male physique, she said nothing else and
neither did he. It was just assumed by both of them
that they were headed back to her place.
They pulled up in the drive and headed toward the
darkened house. She waddled in front of him up the
steps, pulling her housekey out of her bag. Inside, she
turned on a single light for the hall and went straight
down to the bedroom. Her bedroom ... and Paul's too.
Jake could see a wedding photo in a frame, and a photo
of the two of them seated on Paul's Harley.
She stopped and turned, lit up only by the light from
the hallway, and stood waiting. He walked slowly in,
head spinning with thoughts of guilt, tenderness ... and
horniness. If there is one thing he can't seem to resist,
it is being wanted. It seems so ungentlemanly to refuse
a lady. Despite the danger of big time consequences if
Paul ever found out, he knew that the moment they
kissed he would be lost.
And so it proved. Those "cock-sucking" lips were warm
and full, and swiftly enveloped his protruding tongue.
Her belly was once more rubbing on his crutch, while
he put one hand on her bum again and brought the
other up onto her breasts. They were big and heavy,
and even with the support of a bra they hung very low.
The nipples were huge, and could be easily felt through
the layers of material. He glided his thumb back and
forth over one, and after a few moments felt it stiffen
even more.
Her mouth was open to his, soft lips crushed against
him and tongues swirling around each other. One of
her hands came up and she brushed a fingernail over
his nipple through the shirt material. God, he loved it
when his nipples were being played with! There must
be nerves running from each one straight down to his
cock.
His hand on her backside tugged at the velvet material
until the hem had come up and he could reach into the
waistband of her panties. Her wobbly arse cheeks were
colossal, and soft like grabbing a handful of
featherdown pillow. He stroked the bare skin around
her butt-crack, in the sensitive area by her anus.
Time to see her naked. He always enjoyed undressing a
women, and liked to take his time to reveal everything
bit by bit. First he stood behind her and unzipped her
at the back, then slid that dress up over her head. This
brought into view sensible cotton panties that were
dwarfed by the size of her arse into looking more like a
g-string. There was seemingly acres of milky white
cellulite-dimpled flesh around her bum and thighs.
Then he revealed her sturdy bra with its row of hooks,
straps cutting into her sides under the weight they
bore. He left her there in her underwear while he
dropped his pants and shirt, and freed his cock from
his briefs.
He stood against her bum, with her buttocks pushed
into his thighs and cock against the small of her back.
Reaching around, he played with a breast through the
bra, running his hand over the thick material and
feeling the heavy sponginess within. The other hand
made widening circles over the tight skin of her swollen
stomach, round and tight as a drum. He tried to reach
around to her crotch but the stomach was too big and
he could only reach the pussy hair at the top of her
mound under the waistband of her panties. Jake's hips
were thrusting his cock in little fucking movements
against the billowy flesh of her buttocks. She was
leaning back into him with her eyes closed, savouring
the sensation of the little touches he was giving her
here and there.
Jake unhooked the bra and slid it forward until it fell
away from her breasts. He took their weight in his
cupped hands and looked down at them over her
shoulder. The hormonal changes of pregnancy had
made the nipples enormous, almost twice the normal
size. The areolae had darkened into a deep reddish
brown instead of the more usual pink. Blue veins could
be seen criss-crossing the pale white surface of the
breasts themselves. Absolutely delicious. He just had
to get his lips onto those!
But next, the panties. He knelt behind her and eased
them down, having to tug them out from where they
had ridden up into her arse crack. He leaned forward
and bit gently into the quaking arse flesh. There was
just so much of it! He rubbed the palms of his hands
excitedly over the huge buttocks, trying to cover as
much of it as he could.
Still kneeling, Jake turned her around. In the shadow
of her over-hanging belly was soft brown pussy hair,
but it was hard to see much. He said "Lie on the bed"
and she slowly made herself comfortable, packing a
pillow behind her and putting her legs up into a wide-
apart "childbirth" position. This exposed her
completely to his view. The same hormonal changes
had darkened her inner thigh area, and made the pussy
lips very thick and rubbery-looking. He had never seen
a pussy quite like it. The lips seemed to pout outwards
and hold her vagina open. So open, in fact, that it was
possible to look partway up it. Everything looked
bigger than what he considered to be "normal".
Continued in part 2...
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