Pregnant Pause

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

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I am heavy with child. My breasts are swollen with milk. My abdomen fully distended.

(PS for my audio version go to ripest cherry at literotica)

I am heavy with child. My breasts are swollen with milk. My abdomen fully distended. I slump on the wicker chair feeling my baby prod my stomach. He marvels at how I'll push myself to the limits of my endurance to birth my miracle. He treasures me, cherishes me, every pounding heartbeat, each sublime kiss. He lays his head in my lap.

We've found our way upstairs to the pink bedroom: my wedding cake bed with its nest of soft cuddly toys, snow-white cot, rocking horse, a cradle bedecked in pink. Soon as I fell pregnant, I instinctively knew my baby would be a girl.

We enjoy a perfect love, a love that's all-consuming, unselfish, respectful. I'm happy at last. He's all I want in a man: passionate, caring, considerate. My eyes mist over with tears. I take his hand, wrap my fingers round his palm, and hold him to my swollen belly. I am enormous. The skin on my bulge has stretched. A brown line runs the full length of my belly from my protruding navel to the swathe of teak hair which sprouts profusely, hiding my beige folds. Proudly, I rub his fingers over the round of my belly so he can feel my baby kick inside me.

He beams with pride as he feels the baby reach for her father. Her tiny fists, pummelling the lining of my womb, wanting to touch the man who seeded me with his sperm.

I lightly stroke the hairs on the back of his hand, seeking his intimacy. Exhausted, I close my eyes, savouring the smell of his skin as he moves closer to me. I feel his lips, kissing my eyes, the welts of tiredness that dwell beneath, my hollow cheeks. The subtle brush of his mouth over my pursed lips. His hot breath on my face. The tip of his tongue, licking my neck.

I stir, feeling a delicious tingle inside me, a glorious hardening I haven't felt for months. His tongue leaves a trail of saliva down my chest, licking the salt from the moist fjord that separates my heaving breasts. I become aroused, pushing his hand inside my panties, guiding his fingers through my matted hair, parting my folds, feeling me. I feel his leg slide up my thigh, alarmed by my daring, knowing I will gratify myself through his tender touch, he excites, arouses, me.

He brushes the shock of hair off my face, kissing me fully on the lips. I feel his eager tongue enter my mouth, his tip tickling the back of my throat. He rubs me. I gasp, struggling to control the intense thrill of my arousal,

'Strip for me.'

I admire my man's muscular physique: the hairy chest when he unbuttons his shirt, his pert bum when he drops his trousers, the rigid, rearing cock that crows so proudly for me. Still wearing my bra and briefs, I stand up, a little dizzied by my rampant lust,

'Think we should lie on the bed, don't you?'

Stretched with torsion, he hobbles to my tidy bed and lies at the centre, watching expectantly as I slip the bra straps off my shoulders, uncupping each of my breasts, leaving my bra hanging loose, teasing him. I push my heavy breast up to my mouth for him, tasting my complected nipple with the tip of my tongue, fighting to control myself,

'God, you're beautiful!' he cries, waiting for the tender moment of my intimate revelation.

My head is full of wild imaginings. I want to be his cow, imagining my breasts are udders, lust to feed his hungry mouth with my creamy milk, for him to be my suckling calf,

'Suck my tits! Want you to be my baby. Suck my tits!'

I draw his parched lips to my engorged breast, take my man's head in my hands, and thrust my milky teat inside his mouth, feeding him my creamy milk, loving the tickle of his tantric tongue on my stiff nipple.

Once I've fed my baby, I slip out of my briefs, my explicit act of reveal exposing the beauty of my twitching bulge, the impressive contour of my heavy breasts, the divine arch of my back, my fleshy buttocks. I am breathless, panting for him. A naughty expression creeps over my face,

'Would you like to lick my cunt?'

His heart nearly jumps out of his chest. Flustering, flushing scarlet, he nods, furiously, 'Yes.'

'Lie back then.'

He lies back in awe of me, as I clamber on top of him, sinking my belly comfortably onto his chest. I lower my head and suck his turgid cock inside my warm mouth. I'm run down. He rubs my furuncles, the nasty boils festering on the cusp of my buttocks. He caresses me, parting my soft labia to expose my dark beige folds, my raw red flesh, licking me in a way he never licked a girl before. I writhe on him, impaling myself, my stiff clit, my lubricious cunt, on his probing tongue. I squirm, pissing my warm jus, my girlie cum on his face, into his mouth.

I lift my arse and squirt...

Submitted: November 01, 2022

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Adam Felterbush

Great read! Keep it up

Wed, November 2nd, 2022 4:18pm


Thank you! Well, judging by the sound of it, if I don't you will, lol! See my profile for lots more stories in audio- visual format (

Wed, November 2nd, 2022 5:25pm

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