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Archive name: pregos.txt (MF, cons, preg)
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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