0 comments/ 232600 views/ 47 favorites Pregnant Pause By: preggo-fan It was about a half hour after my husband left for work that my best friend, Karen arrived. I was expecting her to show up, Jack and I'd just had our new pool filled for the first time, and Karen had been almost more excited about us getting it than we had been. You see she was 7 months pregnant, and had been told that being in a pool is very relaxing, because of the buoyant nature of the water. However she was a bit shy about her new appearance, so she didn't want to go to a public pool. We kept joking with her about it, but she was determined to wait until our pool was finished. When I opened the door there she was, wearing the same type of loose dress she had been wearing since she started to show, if you didn't know she was pregnant you would find it hard to tell. Karen almost knocked me down in her rush to get inside. "Come on, times wasting, let's get in the pool!" she said. I just laughed and said, "Good morning to you too." Karen blushed, "Sorry Cindy, I've just been so excited about using the pool, I couldn't wait." "That's alright, I've been sitting here in my bikini for the last hour waiting for you, we can go swimming as soon as you change." "What do you mean change, I'm wearing my suit under my dress." Laughing, we made our way out back to the pool area. When we there I just dived in. "Hey," Karen said, "the pool looks great, I can't wait to get in." I swam to the far end and turned to return, as I did I saw that Karen had removed her dress and was walking to the ladder. I couldn't believe my eyes. We had been friends since grade school, I had seen her in a bikini hundreds of times, and I'd never felt anything. Now, seeing her pregnant, for the first time I was definitely turned on. Karen is a green eyed redhead, with that perfect creamy white skin that redheads so often have. Now she also had that pregnant woman glow. She has, or should I say had, smallish breasts, now they had grown and looked wonderful, they were barely restrained by her bikini top. But it was her stomach that drew my attention. It looked so beautiful and rounded, I just wanted to run my hands over it, to caress it, to caress her, to… I didn't know what, I'd never felt this way before. By now she was entering the water and I resumed my swim, trying too calm down. After about half an hour I got out and lay in the sun, soaking up some rays, watching Karen. Finally even she'd had enough and got out. From where I was sitting I had a perfect view of her as she climbed out. As she did the water flowed down over her breasts and stomach, to me she looked like Venus rising from the sea, a pregnant Venus. I wanted her. For the first time in my life I wanted another woman. "That felt wonderful," Karen said gently stroking her stomach. " I love my son, but I'll love him more when he's out of here." She put her hands in the small of her back and arched her body. I was spellbound by the sight of her pregnant body, with her stomach even more prominent than before and almost missed what she said next. "At least after the swim my back feels a bit better." When I heard this I immediately saw my chance to get my hands on her body, at least partially, and offered to give her a massage. "Would you?" Karen asked smiling, "It could be just what I need." I said sure and led her upstairs to my bedroom. "Go and have a nice hot shower to help you loosen up. When you're ready come out and lie on the bed and I'll massage your back." Karen just laughed gently patting her stomach, "I haven't been able to lie on my stomach for several months, maybe we can't do this." I didn't want to miss my chance so I suggested that she kneel on the bed instead. She thought about it and agreed that it would probably work. Once that was settled I told her to go take her shower and we'd get started when she was done. After the shower started I got some fresh towels and laid them on the bed ready. Then, not being able to resist the impulse, I quietly opened the bathroom door and peeked in. Because the shower door wasn't totally transparent I couldn't see any details, but I could see her shape moving under the water. I found myself staring at her bulging belly, all of a sudden my lips felt dry, and I reached down and lightly rubbed my pussy through my bikini bottoms. God I wanted her. I didn't know why, I didn't know how, all I knew was that I wanted her, and if I got a chance I'd go for it. I quietly closed the door and went to get the massage oil from the bedside cabinet. When I reached for it I suddenly thought of the flavoured love oil my husband and I use occasionally. That would be a much better idea - just in case. By the time Karen finished her shower I was really on edge, I'd been thinking about her naked in the next room, the water from the shower running over her body. I was about to play with my pussy again when I heard the water stop and Karen get out of the shower. She came out of the bathroom smiling with a towel wrapped around her, secured just above her breasts. Got up on the bed, moved a pillow to help support her stomach, and looked over at me saying, "I'm ready, Cindy." I moved beside her, put some of the love oil on my hands and gently started to massage her shoulders, she almost purred as I worked at the knots I found there, her back really needed a massage. After a few minutes I started moving my hands further down her back, until I reached her towel. "If you want me to keep going you're going to have to undo this." I said, tugging lightly on the towel. Karen didn't say anything, she just unfastened the front of the towel so I could move it down. Now as I moved my hands over her back I pushed her towel lower and lower, until it was just above her butt. Then I really got into the massage, revelling in the touch of her skin, a couple of times, when I was running my hands down her sides, I let the tips of my fingers touch her breasts, and belly. I don't know if it and any effect on her, but it sure did on me. Each of those touches sent a shiver of excitement through me. All this time she never said a word, the only sounds from her were moans of pleasure, I found myself wishing they were being caused by another activity. All of a sudden Karen sat up and turned around, exposing the front of her body to me. She quickly grabbed my hand and put it on her stomach, "The baby kicked, here feel." It was torture, here I was looking at her naked breasts, and with my hand on her stomach, and she just wanted me to feel the baby kick. Then I felt it, and she said, "There, did you feel it?" I just nodded, and, not being able to resist the temptation, gently began to rub her stomach. When I realised what I was doing I stopped, but Karen told me to keep on doing it. So I oiled up my hands and started running them over her stomach. It was such a turn on, touching her like this. I would have loved to lick off the oil but didn't dare. Karen lay back with a smile on her face and shut her eyes. With her eyes shut I was able to feast my eyes on her beautiful body, I immediately noticed that her nipples were hard, she was turned on! At least subconsciously. I reached down and quickly rubbed my pussy, which now was at boiling point. It was after I returned my hand to her belly and resumed the massage that it happened. My right hand slipped on her slick stomach and slid down to her pussy! My hand was actually touching her pussy! I froze, and in that instant Karen's eyes flashed open. I quickly jerked my hand away saying "Sorry, I slipped." She didn't reply, she just looked deeply into my eyes, reached down took my hand in hers and guided it back to her pussy, opening her thighs wider as she did so. She wanted me to touch her! Now that I'd been given permission I unleashed my desires. First I lightly ran my fingers up and down her slit, gently stroking the lips, while my other hand moved from caressing her stomach to her breasts. I searched for her clit, Karen gasped when I found it, I gently massaged it between my fingers until she came, it didn't take long. When Karen recovered her breath she pulled my face to hers. We kissed for the first time, we kissed deeply, our tongues duelling. While we were kissing I transferred my full attention to her belly, I just loved to touch it. Finally Karen pulled her mouth from mine and sighing rested her head on my shoulder. "That was wonderful, Cindy." She said. "the massage made me so hot, I just couldn't resist." "That makes two of us baby." I replied. "When I saw you in that bikini I thought you were the sexiest thing I'd ever seen, I just wanted to get my hands on you." "Sexy? You think I sexy like this?" she asked, running a hand over her bulging belly. "God, yes. I don't know why, but it was the fact that you're pregnant that turned me on. I saw you standing there with your pregnant stomach and I just wanted to make love to you, to both of you." "Well you certainly succeeded, why don't you take off that bikini and I'll try and think of a way to thank you." Between us we got my suit off in record time. We lay naked in each others arms, breasts against breasts, stomach against stomach, kissing and running our hands over each others body. After a while I said, "You know, I haven't seen your pussy yet." "Of course you have," Karen laughed, "we've showered together at school and at the gym hundreds of times." "No, then I saw your pussy, and come to that other girls, but I've never seen your pussy, you know really looked at it. Could I do that now? I really want to see what I was touching." "Of course you can. But I have a little problem I'd like you to help me with first." She said as she guided my head down to her breasts. "Help yourself." Excitement filled me as I realised what she meant. My lips clamped down on a nipple and I started sucking. It took a little while, but eventually her milk started flowing. I was drinking my best friends milk! She was breastfeeding me! I redoubled my efforts, sucking harder, drawing a low moan from her as she held my head to her breast. I loved the taste, it was something I'd never dreamed of, drinking another woman's milk. I thought that this must be the most intimate act two women could do, Karen was feeding me from her body, feeding me the milk she was starting to produce for her baby. As I fed, I stroked her belly, silently thanking her son for the gift I was receiving. When I finished the first breast she guided my head to her other nipple and I continued my meal. At last however it was over, I moved up her body and rested my head on the pillow beside hers as I softly stroked her breasts. "That was delicious, Karen. It really hit the spot." Karen smiled, "I'm a bit peckish myself, why don't you lie back and we'll see what we can do." I lay back and Karen turned around swinging a leg over my body as she lowered her body onto mine, her belly resting on my breasts. There it was right in front of me, her beautiful pussy, the first pussy other than my own I'd ever seen, really seen. And it was mine to do with what I would. I felt Karen spread my thighs as she looked at my pussy, and then I felt the tentative touch of her fingers. Not wanting to be left out I moved my hand between her thighs and once again stroked her pussy lips, this time however I could see as well as touch, and I revelled in the sight. Her labia were already slightly parted because of her arousal, and as I gently ran a finger up and down between them they opened more. Then I added a second finger and finally opened the lips more fully with my other hand, exposing both the entrance to her vagina and her clit. I used my now well lubricated fingers to penetrate her vagina, moving them in and out like a cock. Karen's breathing was coming harder now and her lubrication was really flowing, but then, since she was copying my moves, so was mine. So I decided that now was the time for the final act. Nervously I licked my lips before extending my tongue and running it over her clit and pussy. I was tasting my best friends pussy! Her juices were flowing into my mouth just like her milk had, and I loved the taste. After a final moment of hesitation I felt her tongue on my pussy. It was heaven. There we were two best friends, heads between each others legs, eating each other for the first time, and loving every moment of it. We both moved gently towards climax, but what finally pushed me over the edge was Karen's baby, he kicked. As her belly was on my breasts I felt the kick, the knowledge that I was having sex with a pregnant woman, and that I'd felt her baby kick my breasts while I was eating her sent me into orgasm. When I came down from my high I moved my face back between Karen's thighs and finished eating her to her own orgasm. As we lay together afterwards we kissed, and we tasted each others juices on our lips, I caressed her stomach and asked her if she was more relaxed now. "Sure," she replied. "but I think I'm going to be tense again tomorrow." Pregnant Pause When Robert had just turned eighteen and just out of high school. He planned a two-week, backpacking trip in the north Idaho mountains. Robert's Mom's younger sister, his Aunt Sheila, was stationed in a fire watchtower along the route he planned to take. So he had to promised to stop in for a day to visit to make his Mom happy. Robert hadn't seen his Aunt for six years, that was when Aunt Sheila got married to a geologist, named Jack. Robert's Mom told him that Uncle Jack, had accepted an overseas position for three months. Aunt Sheila decided to sign up for the forest service job while Jack was gone. Robert had been on the trial for a couple of days when he got to the fire tower. Aunt Sheila met him as he came up the trail. And Robert was immediately aware of how beautiful she was. At the time, Aunt Sheila was thirty-two and her body was almost perfect. Nice tan legs and big boobs. She had long black hair in a braid and was wearing a very tight pair of cutoff jeans and a denim shirt tied under her breasts. Robert felt embarrassed as his cock got hard just looking at his Aunt. Aunt Sheila gave Robert a big kiss and invited him into the tower. She seemed really excited to see him, and indicated how lonely she had been. After lunch, she asked if Robert would like to do some sunbathing on the big deck surrounding the tower. "Sure would, Aunt Sheila, that would definitely feel good." Robert was really shocked when Aunt Sheila peeled off her shirt and shorts. She was totally nude and just beautiful. "come on, Robert, if you are going to get some sun, you might as well get it all over." Robert slipped out of his jeans and t-shirt, and his cock was rapidly inflating. Shelia had a couple of mats on the deck and they lay down, side by side. Sheila started talking a blue streak and told Robert how lonely she had been and how much she missed her husband, Jack. She commented that in the six years they had been married they had never been apart and that those six felt like the honeymoon never ended. Then right out of the blue, she said, "Robert, you really have a beautiful cock. That big thing must make your girlfriend very happy." Robert turned ten shades of red and mumbled something about not having a girlfriend. "You mean you haven't had a chance to use that monster?" Sheila asked, incredulously. " I can't believe that!" By now Robert cock was just like an iron bar. Aunt Sheila looked at him real hard and said, "Robert, if you can keep a secret and not say anything about this to your mom or uncle Jack, I'll show you how to really pleasure a girl with that big thing." Robert just nodded his head and Shelia reached over to wrap her hand around his shaft. Robert felt like he was going to shoot his load right then, but Sheila was real careful. Aunt Sheila rolled over on her back and spread her legs apart. "do you like the way my cunt looks, Robert? It's all hot and juicy for cock. Just kneel right between my legs and I'll help you come in." Robert moved into position and Aunt Sheila pulled the head of his cock down to her puss lips. Robert pushed forward and went right into her cunt. Robert had never felt anything so good in his life. Aunt Shelia wrapped her legs around me and pulled him deep into her. "Robert, I know you can't last very long, so I just want you to pump away and cum inside my hot cunt." She was right about that after seven or eight strokes, Robert began to cum. Robert just couldn't stop cuming as he shot five or six big shots of jizz right into his aunt cunt and she loved it and just held him tight. Sheila told her nephew how horny she was and how she never realized how much she miss her usual fucking. After about ten minutes, Robert began to get hard again. Robert started to fuck her and this time he kept at it until Aunt Sheila came. She was really noisy and was screaming and moaning. Robert was glad they were all alone on a mountaintop. Robert was really nervous about fucking his aunt without a rubber or anything and she said , "hey Robert, your uncle Jack has fucked me as much as three or four times a day over the five years we have been married and I guess I just wasn't made to get pregnant." After dinner and before they went to sleep they screwed again. The next morning Robert woke up with a real stiff prick and Aunt Sheila was right there to take care of it She got on top of that stiff cock and rode him hard until they both came together. They fucked again before lunch and again late in the afternoon. The weather was really hot and they just went naked all the time. Every time Robert got hard, Aunt Sheila was happy to take care of it. Robert thought he'd died and gone to heaven. Needless to say, he had no intention of leaving his aunt and continuing on the trail. Each day was pretty much a repeat of the first day. They typically fucked three times a day. Aunt Sheila taught her nephew all the good things to know about making love to a woman. A couple of times she gave Robert a great blow job, but most of the time she wanted her nephew balls-deep in her cunt when he was ready to cum. She also showed Robert how to eat pussy and lick her clit. After she got off from his lapping, she would let Robert screw her doggie-style. He really loved that. It seemed like he came harder and longer when he fucked his Aunt from behind. When they fuck doggie-style, Sheila wouldn't let her nephew pull out, she like for his cock to go soft and slip out of her cum filled pussy. Shelia commented more than once that Robert's cock was a lot bigger than his Uncle Jack. The two weeks went by like two days, and it was time for Robert to return home and Aunt Sheila had to close up the fire tower before support people would be arriving. They spent their final day fucking like minks, and then it was over. Three weeks later, Robert got ready to go to college when the phone rang, it was Aunt Sheila. What she had to say shocked Robert, "you naughty boy, you made your Aunt Sheila very pregnant!" at first Robert thought he was in real trouble, but then as his Aunt continued to talk, he realized how thrilled she was that she was going to have a baby. In fact, the more she talked about getting pregnant, the more Robert began to think that was what his Aunt Sheila wanted to happen. She told Robert not to worry about Uncle Jack because when he got home from overseas, she had him fuck her every day for a week every time he could get it up. Then she told him she was pregnant, and of course he thought it was his. So, both of them were very happy. Then they got around to talking about when Robert was leaving for college and did he know that uncle Jack had gone to that college. He told his Aunt he had not know that he was going to his Uncle old college and that he was leaving in a couple of days. "please stop here for an overnight visit before you leave. We can talk and Uncle Jack would like to see you and talk about his old college days." That made Robert nervous, not that he didn't want to see his Aunt, but he felt funny about seeing Uncle Jack. Especially after fucking his wife for two weeks straight and making her pregnant. Sheila sensed what was on his mind and said, "Robert, Uncle Jack doesn't know you were anywhere near the fire tower, and he really would like to see you. He's so proud that we are going to have a baby and proud your going to his college." After a little more convincing from Sheila, Robert agreed to stop. Robert arrived about two in the afternoon a few days later and Aunt Sheila greeted him at the door. she was wearing a real short, transparent gown, and Robert had a great view of her boobs that had grown from a "C" to a "D" cup and her pussy hair had grown thick. It was a different look from her trimmed pussy at the fire station and he thought it was a sexy look. She had on real nice perfume and looked beautiful! Robert kissed her and in two minutes he had his clothes off and they were fucking right on the living room couch. It felt so good to be back inside his Aunt, and in a couple of minutes of frantic fucking, Robert fired several good shots of seed deep inside his Aunt's hot cunt. Her moaning and little cries as she came made him feel so good. They sat and talked for awhile. Before Sheila informed her nephew that Uncle Jack wouldn't be home until six that evening. Robert took his Aunt hand and led her into the bedroom. As soon as she was on the bed Robert was between her thighs and licking his Aunt's cum-filled pussy. Sheila came quickly and rolled over into their favorite position, on her hands and knees so Robert could fuck her pussy from behind. Robert pushed his cock into his Aunt hot, hairy pussy making her moan as he slide inch after inch of his big cock into her. He took hold of his Aunt's big tits and rolled her nipples between his fingers, taking his time fucking her. After about five minutes of deep thrusting, he shot another big load into his Aunt's pussy. As normal Sheila didn't want her nephew to pull out but unlike times before Robert didn't grow soft instead he seemed to grow even harder inside her. Soon he started thrusting in and out of her again till he exploded for the third time inside. After he finally went soft and slip out of his Aunt hot cunt, they shower together and unbelievable as Sheila soapy hands slide over her nephew body he got hard again and soon she found herself pushed up against the tile being pumped full of cum for the fourth time. " what, you didn't believe me when I told you I was pregnant?" Sheila gasped as she slide down to her knees in the tub after Robert pulled out of her. "Just making sure." Robert grinned as he step out of the shower leave his aunt to sit under the water. There was no more time for fucking before Uncle Jack got home. As Aunt Sheila fixed a big dinner, Uncle Jack talked to Robert about his old days there on the campus and how happy he was that he was going to be a father. He joked about how many times he had to fuck Aunt Sheila to knock her up. After dinner Aunt Sheila joined Uncle Jack and Robert in their talk. They talked long in to the night. About five in the morning Robert woke up to the sounds of Uncle Jack screwing Aunt Sheila the next bedroom. He was grunting like a pig and obviously really shagging her. After five minutes Robert could hear him start to come and then everything got quiet. Robert noticed he didn't hear anything from Aunt Sheila and that was really strange. Every time he fucked her, she made so much noise it was embarrassing. Uncle Jack got up and took a shower, got dressed and left the house. Robert waited five minutes or so after Jack's car drove off. He got out of bed , his cock was so stiff, it hurt. He went to Aunt Sheila's room and looked in. "good morning, Robert. I wondered when you would be coming in." Aunt Sheila laid there naked her legs spread, her fingers in wet pussy. Robert slipped into bed and pushed his cock into her wet cunt. "I'm such a little slut, Robert. Jack just fucked me and now I want it again from you." Robert settled into a good rhythm and made sure his cock rubbed up against his Aunt clit just like she had taught him. After about five minutes, she got excited and was moaning, talking dirty. "fuck me, nephew, fuck me hard, fuck your horny Aunt, almost there, yes, that it. Fuccck Meee." Robert picked up the pace as Sheila went off like a firecracker. Robert pumped a few more strokes and began to shoot his jizz into his Aunt's hot cunt. It came in four or five long spurts. Her cunt overflowed as he pulled out of his Aunt he sat and watched as his and Jack cum rundown the crack of her ass. As soon as Sheila calmed down they showered again and again Sheila found herself pushed up against the tile as her nephew pumped a second load into her. After Aunt Sheila put on a robe and fixed breakfast, Robert didn't get dressed coming down naked after drying off. As Robert finished eating, he could see his aunt beautiful boobs peeking out of her robe. He pushed the robe off her shoulders and kissed her. Sheila hand traveled up his thigh to his cock as Robert fondled her tits. Robert wanted her again, right here. He pushed the breakfast dishes aside and lay her back on the kitchen table. The height was just right and she rested her feet on two chairs and put her cunt right at the table edge. Robert entered his Aunt again and once again they began to fuck. Robert massaged Sheila's clit with his thumb, and in a few minutes they both came together. Robert laid his head on his Aunt chest and made her promise to come and visit him when the their child was born. Pregnant Pause I was walking back to my flat; it was the summer of 1976 and I was 24 and it was hot and dry, so I was wearing short sleeved shirt with a tie on, of course, but no jacket. I was training to be an accountant and lived in a small flat, not far from where I worked in Kingston-upon-Thames. I came round a corner and there was this woman struggling to carry two plastic bags of groceries and her handbag. I ran up and said "let me help you." I grabbed the bags off her and she thanked me. "Oh how nice of you; I was really struggling there." I looked at her face for the first time, she was really beautiful, hot and sweaty but very beautiful. My face broke into a big smile, she smiled back. I was smitten. In that second, when our eyes met I fell in love. I couldn't speak as my senses were completely overwhelmed. I turned my head and started to walk forwards, still smiling like an idiot. We walked for some time happy at just being together. After a hundred or so yards she spoke. "Here is my house, can you bring them in?" "Yes, of course." She found her keys in her handbag and let me in. "You must excuse me, I am busting for a pee." She dropped her handbag on the floor and opened the door of the lavatory that was in the hall. I carried the bags into the kitchen which was straight ahead of me. It was quite a big house, a detached one with a small garden in the front and a bigger one in the back. I dropped the bags down and then returned to the hall. She had left the door open of the loo and I could see her there sitting down, with her big knickers down around her feet. Her thighs were apart and she was sitting back. I thought she looked sexy. I could see that she had a big pair of breasts under her loose fitting dress. My prick gave a twitch under my Y-fronts. I couldn't help myself; I walked quickly forward and in one movement I bent down to kiss her and put my left hand onto her left breast in her dress -- she wasn't wearing a bra. Her mouth opened as my lips met hers and our tongues met half way. I fondled her soft big breast and ran my hands over her nipple. I felt it become stiff against my palm. I then moved my hand down and pushed it between her thighs, as she pissed. I rubbed her slit and felt her clitoris come out from under its hood; I gently moved my finger tip around and around on it. We had stopped kissing and she spoke. "Oh that feels sooooo good. Don't ever stop." I didn't but carried on until she gasped as she came in a big orgasm, her head right, back her mouth open. I took my hand away and stood up. I tore down my trousers and pants in one movement. My cock leapt out and stood straight out in her face. She grabbed it with her hand and pulled it into her mouth. "Oh that's soo good." I said, looking at her head bobbing back and fore. Then she pulled my prick out and she licked the purple head with her pink tongue. Then she took it all into her mouth again, right up to my balls, then pulled it right out. I was nearly coming and said so. She then wanked me quickly, with a big smile. "Come on then, do it now." She let go, and my cock jerked upwards and sperm shot out over her lovely face and dress. "Wow, that's some load. Have you been saving it up for me?" "I don't get out much and I haven't had a girl friend for some time. I've been studying for my exams." We sorted ourselves out and went into the kitchen and she made us a pot of tea. While we drank it she told me her story. She had been seduced by a Film Producer when she had gone to get a part in a film. She had got the part and a baby at the same time. The film was of the `Adventures of a Window Cleaner` type where the size of your boobs was more important than your acting ability. She admitted that her bosom was so large because she had gone on the Pill at sixteen and they had balloned out, so she gave up the Pill. When she was being seduced she forgot that she wasn't on it and became pregnant as a result. The Film Producer was married, so he made her sign a confidentially agreement and paid her a sum of money big enough to enable her to buy the house. "I had beautiful long hair up till a month ago, but it was such a hassle to wash and brush it when I was being sick every morning so I had it cut." "I think you are still very beautiful and sexy." "Well, yes, that is why I became an actress, for my looks, but I was only cast to show my boobs and I was never given the chance to act. I'm 23 now and I shall decide what my career will be, after I have given birth. I'm six months gone now." We talked a lot and drank our tea. The time seemed to slip by. Eventually I stood up and said that I had to go home and study as my final exam was soon. "Would you like to come round on Saturday for lunch? It's so nice and hot we could eat out in my garden?" "Yes I would love to." So the next Saturday, I walked round to her house. She opened the door with a big smile and let me in. She was wearing a very lovely dress which was low cut front showing a magnificent cleavage. Her bump was prominent and the dress hung straight down from it but it didn't detract from her beautiful face, in fact I think it gave her an extra glow that comes from within a person. She was a good height, in her shoes she was the same height as myself, that is five foot nine. I was wearing a pair of buff coloured shorts that I had rolled up to keep cool, and a `Stones` T shirt. She took me out to her patio at the back of the house and showed me the garden. "I've had a gardener work on it over the last few months; the previous owner had let it get overgrown. It is pretty good now; I've planted a number of roses in place of the bushes that were there before. It needs watering frequently now in this drought but they've banned use of hoses so I have had to lug watering cans as often as I can." We walked around as she pointed out the beds of flowers. Then I saw a dead cherry tree, and I asked why it was still there. "The gardener was not strength enough to deal with it, would you like to try?" I pushed against it and it moved slightly, so then I rocked it forward and backwards until it fell over with a crash. I found a bow saw in the shed and sawed it into smaller pieces. It was hot work in the sunshine and I took my T-shirt off thus revealing my handsome hairy chest to her! By the time I finished I was all sweaty. I joined Sheila on the patio where she gave me cold lemonade. She must have caught a whiff of me as she then asked if I would like a shower. "I've only recently had it had it installed in the bathroom. I had actually had the whole room made bigger." Sheila walked with me upstairs to the bathroom and sat on the nursing chair that was in there and looked me as I undressed. "My father made this chair for me. His hobby is wood work. It's nice physical work for him, after his work as a Bank Manager." I showered in lukewarm water and soaped myself all over and then I was surprised to see Sheila come in with me. She had had undressed without me seeing and now ran her hands over my body. "I can't resist you any longer. You have lovely body and you are nice and young unlike the fat old slob who seduced me." She put her face close to mine and we kissed with the water running down our faces. Then she moved her hand down to my cock and grasped it tightly. "I couldn't resist you any longer. I must have your body; I must have your cock inside me." I became stiff under her ministrations. I tried to put it between her legs but the bump stopped me. "Get down onto your hands and knees; I'll do you from behind." I told her. Shelia turned off the water and turned around and got down onto the floor. I too got down onto my knees and moved up until I was in between her thighs. I pushed my prick forwards but couldn't put it in her cunt, so she reached down between her legs,grabbed me and placed it at her cunt's entrance. It was then easy to thrust into her wet slippery vagina. I thrust in and out holding her bum with both hands. She responded and moved back on to me. The whole of my penis went in and out. It felt wonderful, and she was squealing with delight. I was looking down and I had an idea. I moved my right hand off her bum and poked my middle finger into her arse hole. She immediately gave a loud cream and had a tremendous orgasm. I could feel her vagina tighten around my prick and I pulled in and out once more,until I was overcome with a big overall emotion and I thrust hard and unloaded all my spunk right inside her cunt. We were both out of breath and still dripping wet from the shower. We got up slowly, in fact I had to help her up. "That was some love making, Dickie." "Yes quite an experience. I've never done anything like that before." We quietly dried ourselves, smiling to each other all the time. We slowly dressed and went downstairs and had our salad lunch. We talked and lay quietly on sun beds all afternoon. At about six o'clock, I asked her if she would come out to the local Indian restaurant for a curry. She accepted, so I went home and changed etc. and I picked her up at seven thirty in my car. She also had changed into something smarter and wore a bra. In the car coming home, she asked me if I would like to spend the night and I accepted. She had a new double bed and there was just a sheet on the bed as it was a hot night. I slept in the nude but she wore a short nightie. I woke up slowly the next morning as I became conscious of a hand on my cock; it was gently wanking me. I enjoyed it for a few minutes until I felt it stiff, then I moved my left arm behind me and moved my hand over Sheila's bump to her pubes, then sought out her slit. I pushed my fingers in to it and felt it all wet. I slid passed her clitoris nub and slid my finger up into her vagina. I moved in and out and then slid it back up to her clitty. "Oh turn over Dickie, I want to fuck you!" So I turned onto my back and Sheila moved on top of me awkwardly with her stomach hitting mine. She straddled my legs and then grasped my cock as she sat upright, and rubbed it on her cunt to find her hole, then slid down it. "That feels good...... very good..... I've really missed sex in the last few months." She leant forward on her hands, raising her arse off me to pull up a bit then pushed down again. Slowly at first she began to fuck me. It felt great; we were doing it at her pace, no rush but steady movement up and down. Then she gained speed and I began to feel that wonderful feeling of orgasm. I wanted her to join with me, so I reached around her hips and found her arse hole. I thrust my longest finger in and she immediately gave a cry. "Ahhhhhhhh........ I'm cumming......." I held her hips and thrust upwards with all my might and shot my spunk load inside her wet cunt. We both stopped moving and were gasping for breath. Sheila spoke as she caught her breath. "Wow ...... that was so good. I feel satisfied at last. That was terrific." We slowly unscrambled ourselves and lay back on the bed, both exhausted. We spent the morning reading the Sunday newspaper, then I went home to study. I took my exams on the next Friday and thought I did well, so I called round to Olivia's house at about ten on Saturday. She was dressed again in a big loose dress and still looked fabulous. She invited me in and offered me a fresh coffee. I told her about my efforts and she congratulated me. "It was worth the pause then in our relationships?" she said with laughter in her voice. "Oh yes, definitely." I answered laughingly. We talked generally a bit more and then she said that she had a big job for me. I asked what it was. "Come upstairs and I show you." We went up to her bedroom which she had done out beautifully with new wallpaper, new cupboards and a lovely new bed with a big headboard -- all in the latest style. She pulled off her dress and knickers and laid down on the big double bed. "I want you to rub baby oil onto my bump so I don't get any unsightly stretch marks. You had better undress too so you don't get oil on your clothes." As I undressed, I looked at her body and smiled. Her breasts were firm round and big with her areolas flat, about two inches wide and pink. Her nipples stuck out. My prick started to become erect. I kicked off my pants and trousers and walked to the bed. "The oil is on the dressing table, pour some on my tummy and rub gently." I picked up the bottle and poured some out as directed. Then I moved my hand in a circular motion. The sensation was great and I kept looking at her bountiful breasts close at hand. I couldn't resist it. I moved my hand up and fondled each boob in turn and then I played with the nipple; it became stiff under my fingers and was an inch long pointing upwards. I had never seen or felt any breast so perfect in shape and size. I put my mouth down onto it and suckled the nipple. Sheila groaned with delight, but reached out with her hand and gently pushed my head downwards. "Now go lower down, I'll never get stretch marks up there!" I moved my hand down to her lower belly and rubbed some more oil on her. Then I was naughty again because I moved into her pubic hair and rubbed her slit. She opened her legs and let me masturbate her. She had her two hands behind her head and her eyes were shut as I rubbed her clitoris slowly then I gained speed until she was squirming with ecstasy. She raised her legs up as she squirmed and my face was so close to her crotch that I could count the hairs around her fanny, and also I could see her crinkled arse hole for the first time. I had a thought, I had oil on my hands with more available, I wondered what it would be like to have anal sex. "Turn over and I rub your back." "That's a good idea. Holding this baby in my tummy gives me a constant backache." Sheila turned over and was resting on her hands and knees. I poured some massage oil on to her back and gently rubbed it around on the muscles of her back where they were causing he pain. As I was doing so I looked down at her lovely white round bum, and stared at her soft crinkled arse hole. It had just a few light blond hairs around it. I was overcome with lust. I stopped the massage and picked up the bottle and poured some oil at the top of her arse crevice. It trickled down and when it got to her hole, I pushed my finger in. "Oh, ... I see you have designs on my arse now have you? Well some of my boyfriends used to do me that way when we ran out of contraceptives so go ahead, I might like it. Push your thingy in me." I rubbed my cock with my oily hand until it was stiff and then presented it at her arse hole and gently pushed it in. It went in quite smoothly to about half my seven inches of prick and then no further. Sheila seemed to have tensed up, so I put my right hand down and around until I could feel her slit and then I sought and found, the nub of her clitoris and rubbed that. She relaxed and I was able to pull back, thrust in further, pull out, and thrust in again. I was nice feeling; tight around the base and then a hot but dry, sensation around the rest of my penis. I gathered speed until I got that `old fashioned feeling` and thrust hard, forcing my foreskin right back,then I shot my load right inside her rectum with a cry of my pain and pleasure. I held it in there until I felt it go limp, then pulled it out. I saw spunk flowing out of her hole as it slowly closed inwards. I climbed off the bed and Sheila turned around and came off the bed. "Let's have a nice cold drink" We dressed and went down stairs and went out into the hot sunshine and sat on the sun beds. We talked generally and then she surprised me. "Would you like to move in with me? We're in love and are two lonely people, let's get together." I sat up and turned around and looked and her. I took hold of her hand and said "Yes, I'll give my landlord notice and move in this week end." So I moved in. I was living in a furnished flat previously so there was no furniture to move, only my clothes. Neither of us had a mortgage so there was no question of legal papers. I settled in really well, and our love for each other grew. After a few weeks had passed, I asked Sheila if she would marry me. We got married when she was seven months pregnant, in Norbiton Registry office, with her and my parents as witnesses. The baby was born at full term, a healthy seven and half pounds. We had a baby two years later and it was a boy. Sheila's mother had come to stay for the first month, to look after the little girl and Sheila, and then to bring up the boy, her father retired. They bought a house nearby and took the children to school etc.. Sheila went on a diet and exercised to lose weight and resumed her career as an actress -- though acting more and flashing her cleavage less!! Pregnant Pause and Free Delivery [©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE; STORIES HAVE A 'HARDER EDGE' THAN MOST; BE WARNED; HERE BE DRAGONS] [Elements of incest are touched upon but are not integral to the story plot.] * "You DO understand me, don't you, I? I am saying that you are a no account bum that will never amount to anything. You certainly won't have a family or be able to support one. Now get out of my office! There ARE some students that might be salvageable and you're stealing time from them!", so sayeth guidance counselor Bertha N. That warm, wonderful, encouraging speech was from my high school counselor, discussing my college prospects (none?), my job prospects (almost none), and the help I could expect from her and her office (definitely none!) With that ringing endorsement, who WOULDN'T be enthusiastic and confident? I was so charged up I didn't bother going to the pathetic job fair the high school arranged, during these recession years. What was the use? Deflated, I applied to be a pizza delivery boy. Pathetic? Sure! But at least I met their extensive requirements: 1-own your own car. 2-demonstrate an ability to inhale and exhale. End of requirements. My life was fully scripted now. My guidance counselor's 'pep talk' now seemed optimistic as I weathered traffic, barking dogs, bad neighborhoods, bad pizzas (i.e. prank orders or, worse, pizza orders leading to robbery), and always, crappy tips. All of this time, I lived at home with my divorced mother. She very much looked like and was as hot as, Doris Day (for those who can remember that far back). With me a stud boy toiling away in the weight room, you would think that we were going at it like hamsters. Alas, she was a 'good' mom and I was a good little boy (of 18) and never our twains did meet. Not that there wasn't a certain tension there, building up over the years. As to my problems with girls and life overall, mom thought my problem was that I was too shy, a home boy as they used to call them. She wanted grandchildren desperately, and wanted me to get off the dime about that. Many parents are like that, but very few take the steps that my mother did. Her divorce settlement was generous and she didn't have to work. When she did work, years back, it was as a therapist who included extensive use of hypnosis. She had already given me 7 treatments, some of which worked, others that hadn't. I had been on the road to being not only bad in school but out of shape too. Her post hypnotic suggestions got me off of junk food and into the tiny gym we had in the basement. So, I may have been a "C" student, but I was a damn healthy one. I developed an impressive physique, though only I and my mom knew about it. Job or no job, mom thought I should be 'out there' where women could experience the new (studly) me. So, she made another post hypnotic suggestion that, she was certain, would really yield grandchildren by the busload. Her hypnotic suggestion was: "When you hear the word pregnant you will become excited. If you are offered a chance to get a woman pregnant, you will become excited and will impregnate her. You will not be able to refuse. Just the sight of a pregnant woman will get you excited and make you seek out a woman to impregnate. These rules will apply whether you have made an impregnation five years ago or five minutes ago. When these conditions apply, nothing else in this world matters but these rules. When I awake I will only remember these rules and nothing else." So unknown to me, I was walking around with not only lectures on junk food and working out, but also in 'driving to the hoop to score' regarding women. All of these concepts were implanted in my dime store head by my mother. Looking back, I guess I was lucky she hadn't REALLY gone crazy and given me some really odd suggestions (You will wear only plaid? Vote for Perot? The AMC Pacer was a great car?) Well, all of these elements led up to the mistake that led to some 'changes' in my life. I was delivering pizzas, my proud profession, when we got an order from the new fertility clinic. Ironically, it was one mile outside of our area and within our company's other store's range. For reasons unknown, we took the order anyway. I zoomed there to make our delivery time promise. Our 'official' outfit is a blue company shirt and whatever pants that fit. I was wearing basketball shorts (completely against company rules) and a new pair of Nike's. I found the clinic using the archaic on-line Mapquest off my iPhone. I parked on the wrong side. The sign clearly pointed to the front (i.e. other side) as the official entrance. God, I hate those situations. I always say screw it and go right in. SO, I went right in. You can imagine the welcome I got from the OB GYN...or her patient having the exam! Thankfully, the patient was in white gown with her legs dangling over the exam table, modestly. No foul, I prayed. The obligatory "What the hell is this?!!" And then "God, I'm sorry, I used the wrong door." This was followed by the ever lilting "Get the hell out of here, and use the right door, moron." As I headed out, FATALISTICALLY, the doctor added: "And close that door quietly, this is a pregnancy clinic!" Uh, oh!! Sure enough, I closed my eyes, and that post-hypnotic suggestion overwhelmed me. I passed out, probably because this was the first time I had heard that word since the powerful hypnosis and I had built up a reaction. The doctor immediately stopped her verbal diatribe, of course, and ran to me. Putting those pizzas in the garbage, she gently laid me flat. Grabbing her scope, she could see pupil response was fine. I was just out for a moment. Then, the patient cleared her throat, telling the doctor to see something else. The OB GYN looked down and gasped. The hypnosis was intended to make me react with all my manhood if pregnancy was invoked in any form. Sure enough, the doctor noted that arising from my all too casual cotton shorts was perhaps my only real asset on this planet: a solid foot long cock. Within one minute, both patient and doctor were kneeling near me staring at my magical rod. As the patient lightly touched it, the doctor did a full body scan, noting that I might have been a barely employed moron, but I was fabulously well built nonetheless (not having a computer or anywhere to go, I did retreat to the gym in mom's basement, with good results it appeared.) I came to and they helped me up. The patient put my cock back in my cotton shorts. I said, "Not that I particularly mind, but what was with my Johnson being out?" The doctor: "It just grew out of your shorts, for some reason. I must note, professionally speaking of course, you have an extraordinarily large and handsome organ. I am not just saying that to be polite...remember, this is a pregnancy clinic (again, I tottered, sitting on a metal stool) dealing with problems like Mrs. S. here. Normally, as in her case, we would find a donor to impregnate her clinically, as her husband is sterile. While you were unconscious, she joked on how nice it would be to try a much simpler and cheaper 'old fashioned method'. What I'm asking you is: do you think that you could spare time from that other job and work here too, on a part-time basis?" This sounded pretty damn good, but what was the story about Greeks bearing gifts? I said: "Part-time basis? Doing what?" The doctor: "Geez, some imagination? What do you think...lord, show him." She nodded to the patient. The good patient climbed on the exam table, centered herself, let her gown fall open. The good doctor saw my ears prick up, so she gave the last impetus: "Come on, get over here and make her pregnant!" A little dizziness now as I got used to that overpowering word. I took off my cheap duds, flexed my muscles to show them a stud was present, and climbed on board. I couldn't believe that I had been invited, almost begged, to knock up this gorgeous MILF 45-ish blonde soccer mom. She moaned in pleasure as my 12 inch cock slithered its way into her fertile depths. My rough ended cockhead, uncut, was scraping and tingling the sensitive vaginal walls as it inexorably advanced. No force on earth would stop it from its quest to find the fertile fields. Her powerful cunt muscles gave me a titanic squeeze, almost cutting me in half. But, she was just trying to remind me that she was a part of this act, too. I continued my sawing, in and out, when finally I felt her quake. Without warning, this sexy soccer mom just couldn't take the excitement anymore and shouted out some bad words before moaning in orgasm. I joined her. I grabbed her matronly behind, holding it in a bear-like grip. Soon, I was spraying with firehose power a shower of potent sperm that went everywhere, leaving her fertile womb alive with vibrant, spawning spermatozoa. I was about to roll on my side to relax when I realized, there was no side. I stood up again. The patient got up groggily, thanked the doctor, thanked me by kissing me in a lewd, lascivious fashion unbecoming an older mature woman (in other words, I loved it), and left. As I caught my breath, the doctor petted me on the shoulder. She said that: "while you were out, the patient challenged me to convince you to service her. She said she'd pay $500 to the non-profit clinic if I could. Well, I got you to do her, here's her check, and here's my check TO YOU." I looked in amazement. A check for $250 just for doing it!! That was like a month's salary at the pizza place, before tips (or after tips too). I was obviously in the wrong business. I quit the lucrative field of Italian baked product transportation service and inquired about joining the clinic full-time. I waited a month, though, figuring if I worked 24/7 on weights they'd think they were getting Mr. Universe. At my interview, I was as pumped up as the former governor of California... I called that OB GYN who was nice enough to have me meet the physicians' general partner who made the big decisions. I wore a short sleeve polo shirt which hugged my broad shoulders and bulging biceps. My tanned cotton cargo pants, with nothing underneath, confirmed I was a man AND that something in there somewhere was uncut and large, almost monstrous. The general partner (GP), Esther, interviewed me. I had to present what was a pathetic dissertation of an undistinguished scholastic and professional resume. At the end, she said, "Well, I have hired pool boys with more impressive credentials than you; on the other hand, search as I may, I never found a pool boy with a giant Anaconda in his drawers. That thing is monstrous, almost scary. So, I'll be frank. We will pay you $1,000 per month to start, double that in six months if you get busy, with the one qualifier: you must do whatever we ask with no questions. Do we have a deal?" I felt like screaming, "You mean one bill a month just for doing a number on a line of babes...fuck YES!!" [Ok, actually I just smiled and nodded, shaking hands.] Right then and there, she had me fill out a confidentiality form for the patients, the usual tax forms, insurance card, and ID for me to get in at night. Then she said, "Well, we will test you right here and now." Esther, the 54 year old general partner, undid the big expensive wooden buttons on her tweed Givenchy ensemble and got down to matronly bra and panties. She unclicked the bra on what was up till then a mediocre old woman; but suddenly she looked like a hot mama. Her boobs were 35D and damn nice. I embarrassed myself as I closed in on those former dairy reservoirs, saying, "Oh, God, mommy, they're so beautiful!" As she was 54 and not 24, she understood and just smiled. She steered my head down, my hungry mouth seeking out those puckering nipples like radar. It must be from our original instinct, the magnetism between male (and female too) mouth and female nipple. The older woman was so turned on now she fell back onto her desk. The huge desk was a much better place than the much narrower exam table. As I closed in to 'seal the deal', yanking on the mature general partner's underthings, I was surprised when she stopped me. She said, "Get off me and look away." I did. I heard her fidget on the desk, then a squish. Finally, a clang as she discarded the item that she had pulled from her private depths. She said, "Ok, come back, sorry about that." I said: "I don't want to be nosy, but considering how intimate we are acting, I think I can ask: did you just pull out what I think you did? And does that mean you can still get in the family way? (I carefully avoided the loaded "pregnancy" term)" The old GP caressed my bulging biceps, straightened my hair, and smiled thinly, nodding. She said, "Don't think of me as a patient, but as a friend. I am not going to force you to do THIS job. As a favor, I ask that you love me, but this is not part of the job description. You can feel free to go." I knew an order when I heard one! I picked up that older but still very sexy woman and carried her to the expensive oak chair facing the desk. I sat himself down, and then lifted my sexy boss up and over my huge 12 inch erection. I slowly released this sexy mommy onto my long rod, letting her adapt or adjust herself to the Washington Monument. She was up on tiptoes until she wiggled herself firmly onto it and then sank herself down till she touched the floor and Mr. Johnson touched her backwalls. We fucked like demons, which is to say that my powerful arms worked her up and down like some industrial machine. When we got close, I let up looking for signs of her getting off. Because we were in the middle of the day and the clinic was buzzing, she locked her lips on mine to muffle her screams of delight. Taking that as my cue, I pumped my seed with all my fury, with all the almost super power that resided in my unit. Splash, splash, splash, the ongoing symphony of sound related to procreation, as the transfer was made yet again between my swollen testes (the size of small cantaloupes) and the receptive vaginas of those glorious, eager to bear life, supersexy mommies. Wow, that was quite an initial 24 hours as an employee! My job was to 'provide my personal services' to women, and I had done two so far. By the way, tests later showed that my first two tries were winners...both women would soon be very content and sexy mommies! Talk about finding your niche in life!! Thereafter, they charged for the 1st visit; any follow-ups were at my discretion. Unlike other clinics, if we failed to 'get it done' the 1st try, follow-ups were free. I only charged if the dowager was really rolling in dough or if it appeared the patient was not serious about getting pregnant. The next Monday I showed up at 10am, clinic opening time. One of the part-time OB GYN's was a beautiful 40 year old, an exile from what was South Vietnam. She had been one of those infants handed over the fence of our compound when Saigon fell, one of the last evacuees on that helicopter. She was only four at the time. Gwen: "I just wanted to welcome you to the clinic. My only concern is that you have not ever experienced Asian women...have you? [I looked down and shook my head] Well, my concern is that you might have lingering prejudice and would therefore avoid women from..." I stopped her dead in her tracks. I was many things (poor student, lousy driver, foolish investor, pathetic romantic) but I was NOT prejudiced. Not only did I not shun Asian women, I found many of them red hot. This woman was as cold and hard as an ingot of aluminum but I had to let her understand. In clumsy desperation, I grabbed her roughly and laid a powerful kiss on her cool, professional mouth. I braced myself for her response. Talk about defrosting! She went from doctor to Saigon stripper. She eased me back onto a chair, took her professional uniform off with flair, and then proceeded to sit atop my manly stiff rod. Using her powerful legs, she did all the work. I just waited till I felt her quake inside, then I joined her simultaneously with a powerful grab and a lengthy broadcast of my potent seed, geysers upwards by my foot long extension, called in slang a 'cock'. All of this had happened before and was no big deal. But then, that doctor uncovered something about me—those hypnotic suggestions. The pretty Asian doctor said, "Whew, I bet you just got me pregnant!" As she was still on top of me, she felt me lose some motor control, shake, and then my Johnson immediately restored itself, miraculously re-filling my huge testes in an incredible production. She staggered to her feet. Not only had she proven I would be open minded for all patients and doctors, but she had received a cuntful of potent seed, and for free. Also, she had discovered an anomaly, something in my make-up which might be of use. She would have to confer with her fellow physicians. The next day, my client was a 42 year old mom, stuck with an impotent husband, and her 18 year old daughter, who was gay but wanted a family. This 'double header' was fantastic. One of the exam rooms was now set up with a double bed. This basically was MY office. As the mom watched, I bedded her beautiful blonde, lesbian daughter. The two of them had been arguing the whole morning, the daughter saying that she was gay, it was not a crime, and that she didn't know why she couldn't just get a procedure done. Her mom: "Well, for one thing, you have absolutely no idea who that guy was and what his problems are. At least here, we can see this guy looks healthy and, God, he IS well endowed...." Daughter: "That's disgusting. This is yet another secret trick of yours to get me back on the 'right course'. It won't work mother! I'm just going to lie here and brace myself like I would for any other assault. And, if a pregnancy results, so be it." That word!! Going 'mildly' berserk, I pushed that lithe 18 year old lesbian back on her back on my new office bed, rolling her up till her slender ankles were against my shoulder blade, her lovely small feet just above my shoulders, my twelve inch long babymaker pressing forward, deeper and deeper into her feminine depths. Her mom, surprised at the rather rude, rough, treatment her daughter was getting, said: "My, you ARE a ruffian, aren't you? I won't blame you dear if you want to leave...dear? Are you still with us?" Her daughter: "Butt out of this, mother, he's doing just fine. Ummm, keep going, muscle man. That long thing of yours has converted me half-way. I still love my lesbian companion, but we might have room for one more in bed..." It was time to do my 'man thing'. I made a real impression on her, especially in her fertile womb. I must have pumped a pint of fresh warm sperm into that lesbian, hoping to not only knock her up but also to bring her back to 'our team'. Eight weeks later, it was clear that I had succeeded in the former (she was pregnant) but failed in the latter (she was as gay as ever.) What happened next was strange. The daughter said, "OK, mom, you're next!" Her mother: "You know sweetheart; I only really came here to coax YOU to get this done. I am perfectly happy with Myron your father." Her daughter got irate. She forced me to stand up. She said, "Myron? You said his nickname is 'Mr. Softee'. He can't outlift me—his daughter--on the bench. Look at THESE guns (she prompted me to flex my bulging biceps, which I did)...you think Myron has arms like these? And what about this tool? (she held up my foot long) when Myron gets hard, if he does, do you feel your inner walls tickle? Oh, the hell with it. Look, help me here." The prim, proper, society matron mom was well dressed and just sitting there. Then her daughter (still nude) dragged her to the bed. Her daughter was furious that her mother would have coerced her (the daughter, a lesbian) to come here to have a baby implanted inside of her, then chicken out on her share of the deal. Pregnant Pause and Free Delivery I had to decide if I was going along with the daughter, taking a giant risk that the mom would lodge a protest if not a warrant. Well, I gambled on the daughter. As she held her mildly struggling society mom, I gently disrobed her. The mother's arms, jangling from elaborate charm bracelets, were flailing away at me. My mouth found her mature pouting brown nipples. Once I mouthed those enticing things, her eyes closed, her protests ended, and her daughter could let go. I went up to her beautiful face and covered it in kisses. There actually were tears in her eyes. She REALLY wanted this, unlike her daughter ironically, but she was afraid to admit it to herself. The rest was anti-climactic. I dropped my heavy love log into her blonde nest of beaver fluff. I dragged it roughly back and forth until her daughter said, "Enough foreplay, studboy. Put my mother in the family way, if you're man enough!" Furious, I flexed my bulging biceps and wielded my powerful foot long sausage to the entrance. As her daughter watched in delight, I was going to do a heavy number on this conservative, prim and proper, society soccer mom. Garden clubs and debutante cotillions or not, she muttered in awe and ecstasy as I inched my way inside of her, just like the truck-stop waitresses. She grabbed her daughter, appealing to be let free. "I can feel his size, his power. He's much bigger than your dad, much harder, so much more man. He's TOO much man, dear. Please let's stop this while...oh, my God! His cockhead is like one of those July 4th sparklers, set off wonderment where it goes. Oh, I AM in heaven...I can't wait to feel the power of his seed...the volume...what wonders his seed could produce...oh, heavens, the hell with my sissy husband, seed me hard, muscle boy!" With that kind of encouragement, I grabbed her and pumped whatever seed I had left after the day's activities. My swollen testes did themselves proud again, and she left with her vagina absolutely bloated with babymaking love liquid. As she drove home, a thin stream was trickling down her creamy thighs and silky smooth legs. She did not even realize it. Her micro-dicked husband asked her about it. She said that he (her hubby) just turned her on so much. To her amusement, he pathetically rolled his shoulders in his cotton Polo by Ralph Lauren shirt and flexed his Mr. Olympia 11 inch arms. She cooed, stroked the flaccid 'guns' of her hubby, and then excused herself. She quietly ran out the back kitchen door where she could laugh undetected. Once out of her system, she thought of my bulging biceps, twice that diameter, shook with passion, and vowed to have a 'follow-up appointment' made. Eventually, with word of mouth about me and their advanced clinical techniques, the clinic grew and I got that princely $2,000/month wage. It was great, let me tell you. Gorgeous Asian women with soft flowing black hair (everywhere too, which was really nice), white women of course, and the occasional African-American. The first African-American woman was taller than me, looking like Whitney Houston. Her husband was a quiet university professor who, apparently, had just too low a sperm count. When any number of relatives were suggested by him as replacement/donors, she startled him by insisting upon him or a professional. He had no choice, then, but to spring for my services. She was certain that I would chicken out or 'get a headache', but I did a heavy number on her. I must say, the contrast of my thick white seed and the cave from which it oozed was a sexy sight; just to be professional, I put her in the waiting room for an hour, and did a free follow-up visit. The rules were, free follow-up, but only after 5 weeks and a pregnancy test. She called back, saying time was up and she was ready to get her free follow-up. I asked if she would come here and let us do a pregnancy test just to be sure that I 'missed' before. She mumbled some excuse and hung up. Caught you!! She seemed so intent; I later called her back and said I could do a 'check-up' on her, but only once and at the end of the day. She was ecstatic and it was a date. Her check-up went well, and she happily drove home, a thin stream of pale liquid dripping out of her and down to the carpet for the 90 minute drive home. I will tell you about two more patients that I ran into. The clinic did a novel thing. They offered to well-placed women who wanted anonymity a 'dark room' special, wherein they'd enter in disguise the side door, after hours, enter my office, but in the dark, and then have me service them. It was 100% guaranteed that I would never know who they were, nor would anyone but 1 or 2 clinic employees. My first such client happened seven months after my start there. I was blindfolded on the bed. The client came in. She tripped against the bed, said the single word "sh-t!" and then crawled onto the bed. Soon, an octopus was enveloping me, feeling and squeezing my powerful arms, my broad shoulders, and finally, my long cock. Her deft hand keyholed the cock; her other hand searching out my orange sized balls, hefting them. She forgot herself and was bringing me to a rapid climax, but a useless one for inseminations. I forcefully removed her hands, put both of them in a finger handcuff of my left hand, and flipped her onto her back on that bed in the pitch dark. I then mounted her. I got that rush I always got for a conquest, flexed my muscles proudly, and started feeding her my cock, one inch at a time. I finally got nine of my twelve inches inside her. I then used my rough uncut cockhead like a feather duster, tingling the sensitive vaginal walls of this mystery woman. She flailed in the air to find me, clutched me to her fiercely, mouth on mouth, and muffled her screams of orgasm. That was enough for me. I grabbed her soft, woman's behind, pressed very hard, and came with all the force, power, and volume I could muster. I did quite a number on her fertile depths, with enough seed to knock up the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders, all of them at once. I gasped for air. The matron gathered her things and left. Not even a thank you, a kind word, maybe asking me for my address for an informal follow-up. Nothing. Finally, she said: "That wasn't bad; I'll see you at home, sweetheart." Oh great, I just knocked up my own mom, at my own job... There was one last 'dark room' job before I said no more 'dark room' jobs or I'm walking. Again, blind fold, dark room, matron let in. Only, this one was different. My mother might have been soft, but she still looked great. I had never shown any interest in her (I was a good little boy), thus her use of the 'dark room'. This last matron seemed different. For one thing, she seemed soft but less Barbie like in her figure; more like Raggedy Ann (shapeless). For another thing, whereas the other dark room babe (mom) was slow, gentle, and loving, this last babe was pawing, clutching, almost desperate. It was like this was her first, last, and only shot at love, and she was hoping for all of her problems to be solved in one wild night of passion. One last footnote. We had two offers for my services. One had guarantees, with free follow-up and guaranteed performance. It was not cheap. For others, there was a very low entry fee. The problem was that there were no follow-ups covered and even the initial performance was strictly up to fate (i.e. me). The latter deal was great for, say, Lindsay Lohan. Performance would be pretty much guaranteed. However, we had a power surge, and the timer that kept off the dark room's light until late for security purposes re-set; the light came on. As you might have guessed, the mystery patient this time was none other than Bertha N., the guidance counselor who had given me such a glowing write-up and said, and I quote: "You DO understand me, don't you? I am saying that you are a no account bum that will never amount to anything. You certainly won't have a family or be able to support one. Now get out of my office! There ARE some students that might be salvageable and you're stealing time from them!" She remembered too, and having been exposed by that unexpected light, she actually got on her chubby knees, begging me. I stood up, spread my wings (flexed my muscles, looming over her like some low-level god), my huge penis waving in her chubby face. I said with all the enthusiasm I could muster: "You certainly won't have a family or be able to support one. Now get out of my office!" She rose to her stubby legs, gathered her sexy Lane Bryant size 22 clothes, and waddled out. Sure, it was cruel, but (to be childish) she did it first, and sort of undercut any other career paths. I was lucky and grateful she had not invoked the "p" word (pregnancy) which would have made me perform for her (ugh). Now that I thought about it, I should have stopped her and thanked her, for what could be a better, more fun career than the job I now had? So I did it, with taste and class. I said, "Wait, Bertha!" She stopped oozing out the doorway, turned and looked with hope back into the room at me. "Yes" she said. I said with all of my heart: "Go screw yourself, bitch..." It was my best impression of Clark Gable from "Gone with the Wind." No, I wasn't getting an Oscar for it, but overall, it was an Oscar-winning performance. As to what would become of her, frankly, "I didn't give a damn."