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Authors name: Frank McCoy (mccoyf@millcomm.com)
Story title : Pregos
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Pregos (MF, cons, preg)
by Frank McCoy (mccoyf@millcomm.com)
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Mmmm... The bathtub called to me, inviting me to sink
into the warm water and give my aching back a break.
"One day, when I am rich and famous, I will design my
own bathtub," I muttered, wishing the tub to be twice as
large as it actually was. Oh, to have the warm water
completely cover me! To be able to get my legs and body
in the water all at one time! To float, with no weight
at all.
Well, Daryl couldn't understand why I wanted to spend
all my time in the tub. Being eight months pregnant, the
tub was one of the few places I felt comfortable.
Besides, being naked felt wonderful. My clothing always
felt tight, and everything rubbed against my
hypersensitive nipples. The constant abrasiveness of my
clothing drove me crazy. Maybe I should walk around the
house topless, I thought longingly.
Laughing at the crazy thought, I picked up the soap,
working up a good lather in my hands. Oh, how slick my
hands felt, running across my swollen breasts, down the
hard lump in my belly. As miserable as I felt, I also
felt incredibly wonderful. What a paradox! Every nerve
in my body seemed alive, and I was hornier than I'd ever
been. My soapy hands reached the burning spot between my
legs, and I sighed, rubbing my clit gently, stroking my
desire.
The whole idea of being pregnant was exciting to me.
Daryl liked to stroke my stomach, feeling the baby kick
against his hand. He felt it, our baby, growing inside
me. When we made love, he fancied that made him closer
to the baby, his sperm spreading into my womb where the
baby was. I loved it when he stiffened against me,
pouring his seed deep into my belly. It was yet another
way he told me he loved me, and I welcomed it.
I felt it, the baby growing inside me. That our love had
led to this little life, this little person who was part
of me and part of him, made me want to couple with Daryl
again and again. I rubbed my clit harder, feeling the
build up, knowing I would climax soon. But I didn't want
this empty climax. I wanted to feel Daryl inside me.
Rinsing off quickly, I let the water out, and managed to
work my way out of the tub. Ordinarily, I would have put
on something slinky and danced my way into his pants,
but I wasn't exactly made for slinky right now. I
laughed, resting my hand on my belly. None of my
lingerie would fit over this bump. My maternity clothes
were NOT sexy.
I came upon an idea while drying my hair. Soon I was
ready, feeling very glamorous and beautiful. And Horny!
"Hey big boy!" I said, leaning in the doorway to the
den. "Wanna get lucky?"
"Hello, Honey!" he said, jumping up. Excitement
glittered in his eyes. Well, it wasn't every day his
very pregnant wife adopted a sexy pose in his doorway,
completely nude. I reached a hand up to cup my breast,
feeling very wanton and very sexy. The growing bulge in
his pants made it obvious that my chosen outfit had the
effect I wanted.
"Am I a lucky man or what?" he asked, pulling me into
his arms. Our baby disliked such tight embraces,
apparently doing its best to push Daddy away by kicking
him, but that only strengthened my desire. Of course,
Daryl's hands squeezing my ass had a lot to do with my
increasing desire.
I steered him back to the couch, surprising him with
this initiative. Not that I was inclined to be shy, but
of late, I felt too tired to cook, much less seduce him.
Given my great girth, I couldn't fall gracefully onto
the cushions. He had to help lower me down, which made
us both laugh hysterically. "I guess my Mata Hari days
are over," I joked.
"Oh no!" He buried his face between my breasts, growling
deep in his throat. I jerked as he began to rub my
nipples between his fingers, waves of almost unbearable
pleasure spiraling from his touch. Where the rubbing of
the clothing was annoying, his manipulation only flamed
my desire. When his mouth closed around my nipple, I
almost fainted. My body responded, the first waves of an
orgasm spreading through my body.
"Wow," I said, when I could breathe again. I had heard
that some women could orgasm from nursing. I never
thought it would be me.
Daryl seemed awfully impressed, spreading my legs to
check this out first hand. Forcing his face between my
thighs, he began licking at my pussy, doing his puppy
dog routine. Long licks, loud licks, the kind that made
me squirm. His stubbly cheeks scraped the insides of my
thighs, driving me even crazier.
"Oh, Daryl!"
He pulled my legs over his shoulder, driving his tongue
up in my pussy as far as he could. The orgasm this time
was stronger, longer lasting. I had to hold my stomach
while I rode out each wave, the baby not liking to be
disturbed by Mommy like this.
"Aren't you ready yet?" I asked, moving my legs off his
shoulder so he could stand. I left my legs spread wide;
if I was going to be wanton, I may as well do a good job
of it. "I need you to fuck me."
"Yes Ma'am." He dropped his pants, his erection sticking
straight out. While the sight of a man's penis
ordinarily didn't excite me, I did love to see Daryl's
erection, knowing that I was the cause of it. "Maybe you
should lie on the coffee table," he said, eying my big
belly. "I think that will work better."
I blushed, but I was used to having to make concessions
to my stomach. Of course, lying down made the baby more
active, but I didn't care. Right now I needed to feel
Daryl's hard shaft inside me, and would do what I needed
to do to get it. He helped me lie back on the table,
kneeling at the end of the table between my legs.
Planting a big kiss on my belly, he slid inside me.
I can never describe the delight I feel when my man
enters me. The need, the itch, if you will, deep inside,
is finally scratched, stroked, but as satisfying as it
is, it makes you burn for more. Each stroke made me
crazier; squirming with delight. Anywhere he touched, my
skin burned; the pleasure and desire spiraling back to
where our bodies joined. And when the climax comes, the
satisfaction of having his hardness inside kills the
itch and quenches the need. I feel my body clenching
him, pulling him deep, milking his cock to complete the
whole process.
Groaning, calling my name, he collapsed on me, resting
his head on my belly. As though on cue, the baby pushed
at his head, my stomach suddenly distorting before my
eyes. "You are some kind of woman," he whispered,
ignoring the baby.
I smiled, my body finally relaxing. Twisting my hands
into his hair, we lay together; enjoying the way our
bodies felt against one another, the delight of flesh
against flesh. The baby even seemed to quiet down,
accepting finally that Mommy had a life, too. My back
even felt good, lying against the hard table. Closing my
eyes I drifted off to sleep, feeling content.
**
Other stories by Frank:
http://www.young-stuff.com/frank/
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
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