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From: Al Steiner <steiner_al@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} NEW: Aftermath by Al Steiner-Ch 5 (Fm, preg) 5/5
Date: Mon, 20 Nov 2000 09:10:04 -0500
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AFTERMATH
By Al Steiner
CHAPTER 5 - PART 5/5
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Missing parts can be found at www.storiesonline.net




"Would you care to see a lady safely home?" Stacy asked Jason after the
kitchen was finally shut down for the night.  "I hear that there was
bogeymen out there today."

"Uh... sure," he said doubtfully, opening the back door of the
community center for her.  She waddled out into the darkness and the
rain.  He let the door swing shut behind him and then he quickly
trotted after her to catch up.

"Thanks a lot for helping out tonight Jase," she said once he fell in
step with her.  "That was really sweet.  We got done almost twenty
minutes early because of you."

"I'm glad I could help," he said.  "It gave me something to do.  And I
mean what I said.  I'll talk to Brett about talking to Jessica about
getting some more people assigned to you."

"Well," she said, "I won't hold my breath or anything.  I've heard
Jessica routinely turns down anything that Brett asks for."

"Maybe I'll have him ask to keep the kitchen staff just the way it is,"
he suggested.  "You know?  Reverse psychology."

She laughed, slapping playfully at his arm.  "It just might work," she
told him.

They walked on through the rain, their feet splashing through puddles
of backed up rainwater on the sidewalks, navigating along by using the
ambient lighting of the houses they passed.  They went up three blocks
and then turned right, onto a street that backed up to the western
wall.  Most of the houses out this far were uninhabited and dark.
Finally they came to a single story house, the same model that Jason,
Brett, and Chrissie lived in.

"Well, here it is," Stacy said, digging in her pocket for a key.  "Home
sweet home.  You wanna come in for a little bit?"

"Come in?" he said nervously.

"Yeah," she told him.  "I don't get company very often.  And we won't
have a chance to have our little talk in the morning since you're not
on guard duty tonight."

"Well... uh..." he stammered, suddenly nervous for no good reason.

"Come on," she prodded.  "I'm not gonna bite you.  It's me, Stacy,
remember?"

"All right," he finally agreed, following her as she waddled up to the
front door.

She lit two oil lamps and two candles, bathing the room in soft, orange
light.  In the formal living room portion of the house, her laundry was
hanging by a line, drying in the air.  He saw several pairs of the
stretch pants and stretch jeans she habitually wore as well as a
variety of flannel maternity shirts, bras, and even some cotton
panties.  He blushed when he saw this, quickly turning his head away.

Pretending not to notice his embarrassment she hung up his rain jacket
for him and then led him into the family room of the house, which was
just adjacent to the kitchen area.  "Grab a seat," she told him.  "I'm
gonna go change into my jammies and get comfortable."

"Uh... okay," he said, walking over to a couch and planting himself on
it.

"Don't I have a nice TV?" she asked as she disappeared down the hall
with a candle.  "It came with the house.  Turn it on why don't you?
Find us something to watch."

Jason dutifully laughed at her joke although inside his stomach he
almost felt as if he was going to throw up.  What was going on here?
Why had Stacy invited him into her house?  Was it really just for
company, as she had said?  Or was it... something else that she
wanted?  Surely it couldn't be THAT could it?  He was just a kid!  And
she was pregnant!  Pregnant women didn't do things like... like... sex
did they?  He didn't know but suspected that they didn't.  After all,
they were already pregnant.  What would be the point of their body
making them horny?

In the five minutes that it took for Stacy to change her clothes, Jason
went through several cycles in which he first convinced himself that
she was definitely trying to seduce him and then convinced himself that
she just wanted to talk like they always did.  He would first envision
her emerging from the bedroom wearing a see-through negligee straight
out of a Frederick's of Hollywood catalogue and then the vision would
degenerate to a baggy sweater and a pair of sweats.  He would talk
himself into believing that she wanted him and then, just as quickly
talk himself right back out of it.  He was a kid for Christ sakes and
she was a full-grown woman!  Sure, she liked to talk to him, like to
hug him, and had even pecked his cheeks a few times when she was
feeling particularly affectionate.  But desire?  Need?  He thought
not.  But still, maybe if she...

"Much better," she said at last, walking out of the bedroom.

He looked up at her with a little jump, seeing neither the negligee nor
the baggy sweater.  Instead, she was wearing a matching set of very
proper, non-revealing silk pajamas.  They were gold in color and
appeared to have been specifically designed for pregnant women to wear
since the hem of the top did not ride up and show her belly.

"You like them?" she said, noting his interest in her attire.  She gave
a quick spin around, modeling them for him.  "Pretty high class, huh?"

"They're uh... nice," he almost croaked, not failing to notice the
jiggle in her chest as she spun.  He knew from living with Chrissie
that that jiggle meant she was not wearing a bra.  When he saw such a
thing in his sister it always made him mildly disgusted for having
noticed it.  Seeing it in Stacy however, he felt a wave of desire wash
over him.  Blood began to rush to his penis.

"They were probably about a week's salary for me before the comet," she
said, setting her candle down on the table and plopping herself into
the couch next to him.  "But there's tons of shit like this in the
supply room at the community center.  Maternity wear for every
occasion.  I guess those rich bitches were good for something, weren't
they?"

"I guess so," he said, seeing that she had a bottle of something in her
right hand.  She tucked it in one of the cushions before he could see
what it was.

She put her bare feet up on the coffee table in front of her and leaned
back into the couch.  "Ahhhh, relaxation," she said.  "This is my
favorite time of the day.  I can just kick it for a few hours until
it's bedtime.  Usually I just read or something but now I have some
company."  She smiled, her hand reaching out to touch his arm.  "Did
you know that you're my very first guest here?  Not even Tina has been
over to my pad."

"I'm uh... honored," he said.

"Well you should be," she said, keeping her hand where it was.  "It's
not everyone who gets invited over to the pregnant hussy's house you
know.  I do have an image to maintain in this community."

That broke the tension a little bit and they shared a laugh.  A moment
later they were talking naturally together, as they did in the mornings
at breakfast.  Jason hardly noticed when she scooted closer to him,
edging her bottom across the cushion inch by inch.  It was only when
their hips came into contact, when he felt the warmth of her touching
him, that he became cognizant.  His penis, which had softened back up
during the talk period once again became interested in the goings-on.

"Can you do me a favor?" she asked him, turning towards him a little.

"Uh... sure," he said.

She reached into the couch and held up the bottle that she'd had in her
hand earlier.  He saw that it was Johnson's Baby Oil.  "I have to put
this stuff on my stomach every night to keep stretch marks from
forming.  Would you mind doing it for me?"

"You want me to... put oil on your stomach?" he asked slowly, his penis
taking a huge lurch in his pants at the very thought.

"If you don't mind," she said.  "I usually do it myself but it kind of
hurts my shoulders to reach forward like that now that I'm as big as a
whale.  And since you just happen to be here..." She gave him a
pleading smile.

"Uhhh, well..." he stammered, wanting desperately to do what she asked
but not wanting to seem TOO eager.  After all, she might think he was a
pervert or something.

"If it grosses you out, I understand," she said.  "Really.  I'll just
go in the bathroom and do it."

"No no!" he nearly shouted, sensing his opportunity slipping away from
him.  "I'll do it."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes," he said.  "What are friends for?"

She smiled and handed him the clear plastic bottle.  Its surface was
already slightly oily from many previous handlings with greasy
fingers.  His hand trembled as he took it and it almost slipped from
his grasp.  Stacy pretended not to notice this.  Instead, she grabbed
the hem of her pajama shirt and pulled it up, uncovering her bulging
belly to his gaze.  Her skin was smooth and tight, very pale from the
lack of any recent sunlight upon it.  Her belly button was small and
protruding slightly outward from the pressure behind it.  She ran her
fingers over the bottom third of her stomach and the sides.  "Here's
where you get stretch marks," she told him.  "Be sure to rub it in
really good down there."

He nodded, his mouth too dry for him to speak.  He opened the bottle
up, flipping the lid back on its plastic hinge by pushing upward with
his thumb.  This revealed a small hole through which the oil could be
squirted.  He upended the bottle over her stomach, right above the
belly button, and gave a squeeze.  This propelled a generous amount of
the mineral oil onto her flesh.  It puddled up and began to run quickly
down the sides of her tummy, towards the couch.  She giggled a little
at the contact.

He moved his shaking hand to her stomach and put it right in the middle
of the oil puddle he had created.  He began to rub in circles, sliding
his digits over her skin, smearing the oil all over her.  The oil
quickly heated up from the radiant warmth of his hand and her stomach
and she sighed a little, closing her eyes and leaning backwards against
the couch.  The feel of that slippery, oily flesh against his hand was
perhaps the most erotic sensation that he had ever experienced.  Her
stomach was very tight and hot, almost frictionless as his circles
became wider and wider.

"Ohhhh," Stacy moaned with a pleased giggle.  "This feels soooo much
better when you do it."

"Does it?" he croaked.

"It's the bomb," she assured him.  "Be sure to get the sides."

He continued to rub and caress her skin, even going so far as to dump
some of the oil into his other hand so he could use both of them.  Soon
the entire mass of her pregnant stomach was coated and glistening in
the candlelight.  His penis was, by then, so turgid within his pants
that he was forced to shift back and forth uncomfortably trying to
adjust it.

"How's that?" he asked her after about five minutes.  Though he did not
want to stop what he was doing he figured that her tummy was now very
well oiled up.

She opened her eyes for a moment and looked at him.  "A little bit
more," she told him with a contented smile.  "Be sure to get the tops
and the bottom."  With that she reached up and pulled her pajama top
even higher.  He gasped a little as he realized that he could see the
bottom of her breasts protruding from beneath the silk.  It was just a
hint of swelling, pale flesh but it was undoubtedly her tits; her TITS,
that he was seeing.  And then she moved her hands lower, grasping the
waist of her bottoms.  These she pushed downward, just a hint,
revealing even more of her lower stomach far below where the bulge of
her uterus stopped.  Peeking from just above the waistband he was now
able to see a narrow strip of bright red hair, very curly and very
sparse, peeking out.  That was her pubic hair, he realized.  He was
seeing the top of her bush!

He hesitated for a second, his mind whirring in confusion as it tried
to process what she was doing.  Did she realize that she was showing
him the bottom of her tits?  The top of her bush?  Did she have any
idea at all?  And if she did, why was she doing it?  Was she trying to
tease him?  Or was she trying to seduce him?

"What's the hold-up?" she asked softly, picking up the bottle of oil
and handing it to him.  "I can feel stretch marks forming as we speak."

"Sorry," he said, taking the bottle.  He squirted a little bit on her
lower stomach and a little bit more on her upper.  He began to rub
again, spreading the slippery warmth towards her most private regions.

She closed her eyes again, leaning back against the couch as he worked
on her.  His own eyes kept darting between that small patch of fiery
red fuzz poking out of her bottoms and those two bits of pale pink
swelling peeking out from the tops.  His hands moved in wider and wider
circles, his right hand moving upward with each rotation, his left hand
moving downward.  His erection was now throbbing almost painfully in
his pants, bulging outward with enough pressure to make a noticeable
lump beneath the button-fly.  He noticed that her nipples were hard,
their shapes pushing against the material of her top.  Her breathing
was also quicker than it had been a few minutes before.  Did that mean
anything?  Or was it just a coincidence?

Soon, the arcs of the circles he was making as he rubbed in the oil
increased to the point that he was almost brushing against her
clothing.  His left hand began to slide along the patch of hair at the
downward limit of its exploration and his right hand began to slide
along the soft swelling of her tits.  He watched her face as he made
the first few contacts, expecting her eyes to fly open and her hands to
slap his away from her.  Instead, she only sighed and sank deeper into
the couch, her body squirming back and forth a little bit under his
touch.

Suddenly, her hands were in motion, moving almost before he registered
it.  They grabbed at the buttons on her top, undoing them one by one.
Her eyes opened up and looked at him.  When the last button was
released she pulled open the top, baring her breasts to his view.  They
were swollen and tight, about the size of softballs, the nipples huge
and engorged with blood.  This was Jason's first view of bare female
breasts that did not belong to either Chrissie or his mother (he had
once accidentally walked in on his mom in the bathroom about a year
before the comet).  He thought that they were, hands down, the most
beautiful, feminine things that he had ever had the privilege of
casting his eyes upon.

"Put some oil on them," Stacy said breathlessly.

"You mean..." he croaked, almost shooting off in his pants.

"Touch them," she said.  "Squeeze them.  Rub it in!"

With a hand that was now shaking like a paint-mixer, he squirted oil
onto both of her mammaries, drenching them.  He let the bottle drop to
the couch between them and then reached out for her, each hand grabbing
a slippery tit.  He began to rub all over their surface, spreading the
oil around and coating them until they were as glistening as her tummy.
He then began to squeeze and feel them, touching everywhere at once,
squishing them and feeling the soft skin give under his caress.  Her
nipples pushed insistently into his palms, slipped through his fingers,
and begged for further touch.  They swoll up even larger than they had
been, becoming virtual rocks of pink flesh.

"I like your hands on me," Stacy whispered to him, her eyes watching
his exhalted face.  "Do you like touching me?"

Speechless, he could only nod as he pushed the two boobs together and
then pulled them apart, as he fondled and squeezed and palpated.

"Why don't you suck them?" she breathed, her hand reaching out to touch
the back of his neck.  She pulled him gently towards her chest.

A little groan escaped from his mouth as he lowered his head and put
his lips to the nearer breast, capturing the slippery nipple and
slurping it into his mouth.  He tasted the bitter tang of the mineral
oil on his tongue and felt it coating his lips but this did not detract
from the pleasure of the moment in the least.  He swirled his tongue
around the nubbin and sucked on it like a baby.

"Mmmmm," Stacy moaned, her hand continuing to caress the back of his
neck.  "I just love having my nipples sucked.  That feels so good
Jason.  Soooo good."

Encouraged by her responses, Jason switched to the other breast,
attacking that nipple and sucking all the oil off it.  This forced him
to lean over her body just a little bit more, bringing more of her
flesh into contact with him.  He could feel that big, pregnant belly
pushing into his chest and he liked it.

She grabbed one of his hands in hers and pushed it downward, sliding it
over her stomach and down, until his fingers were touching the oily
strip of hair at the edge of her bottoms.  She continued to push and
his hand slid beneath the silk and into the forest of pubic hair.  Her
legs opened up, giving him room and soon his fingers were touching the
wet lips of her sex.  He could not believe that this was happening to
him.  How many times had he imagined touching a girl's pussy?  A
thousand?  A million?  And now it was really happening to him.  Not
only was he touching it but Stacy was encouraging him, with the way she
raised her hips up and down, to explore it thoroughly.

"Mmmmm," she moaned as he felt all around the swollen lips.  They were
hot and very slick, made even slicker by the oil clinging to his
fingers.  He slipped his middle finger inside of her, having to
reposition his arm to do so, and felt a wonderful tightness clenching
at him.  It felt even better than he had imagined it would in his
fantasies.

He fingered her for perhaps ten minutes, gradually adding a second
digit to her chasm.  The wetness continued to pour out of her,
saturating his hand in fragrant juices.  When the musky odor of her
vaginal secretions reached his nose for the first time it gave him
pause.  It was strikingly similar to the odor that Chrissie had given
off in the lean-to during those black nights when she and Brett would
have sex next to him, thinking that he wasn't awake.  An odor
associated with one's sister is not generally the best aphrodisiac in
the world.  But gradually, as nature intended, the subtle differences
between Stacy's scent and Chrissie's asserted themselves in his mind.
Stacy's smell was cleaner, fresher, not quite as strong (undoubtedly
because Stacy was relatively clean as compared to how Chrissie had been
on the occasions he had smelled her).  Soon, instead of reminding him
of Chrissie grunting and groaning and occasionally whacking him with
her elbow, he began to associate the smell with the pleasure he was now
feeling with his hands and his lips.  He began to associate the odor
with Stacy's body instead of Chrissie's, with the slippery feel of
mineral oil on flesh, of hot nipple in mouth, of moist, inviting lips
grasping his finger.

He continued to suckle on her breasts as his fingers did their work,
switching from one to the other with frequency.  Stacy only moaned in
pleasure, her fingers running through his hair, her hips slowly rising
and falling upon his hand.

And then suddenly, she pushed him off her, squirming out from beneath
his body and standing up.  He looked up at her guiltily, thinking that
he had done something wrong or that she had suddenly realized what she
was doing and was calling a halt to it.  But she was doing no such
thing.  She shrugged her shoulders and the pajama tops fell to the
ground.  She gave a little push with her hands and the bottoms dropped
as well, allowing him to finally see that wonderful pussy that he had
just been groping.  It was swollen and pouting almost angrily with
arousal, the red hair matted with her secretions.  He saw a swollen red
bump near the top of it that looked almost like a small nipple.  Was
that her clitoris?  He had read about such a thing in magazines but had
never seen one in the wild before.

"Lay down on the couch," she told him lustily, her eyes tracking up and
down his body.

Wordlessly he did as he was told, lying on his back before her with his
feet up.  Strangely enough he instinctively tried to hide the fact that
he had an erection from her.  Never before had such a thing been a
source of pride to him in an encounter with a female and old habits
died hard.  He turned his hips slightly away from her but she reached
down and turned them right back, her eyes glued to the bulge in his
jeans.

"Should we let him out to play a little?"  Stacy giggled, running her
hand over the denim of his crotch.

He jumped uncontrollably at the contact, nearly falling off the couch.
"Umm, sure..." he panted.

She smiled down at him, her fingers going to the button of his pants.
"Its okay that you've never done it before," she told him gently, her
fingers popping the first button open.  "It's kind of sexy actually.  I
get to be your first."

Of course he had never told her that he was a virgin but it seemed that
his secret was apparent.  "I don't really know... uh... what to do," he
said.

"It's okay," she said, giving her belly a rub.  "I do."

She undressed him slowly, pulling off his pants first and then his
shirt.  His cock, once freed from its confines, stood up as rigid as a
flagpole, pre-cum dripping from the end like a leaky faucet.  He had
not quite finished growing yet and, as such, he was only about five
inches long.  But Stacy did not seem to mind.  Her eyes drank in the
sight of his manhood, her tongue licking over her lips.

But she did not touch it yet, did not even get close to it.  Instead,
she picked up the bottle of baby oil that he had recently used on her
and sprayed it all over his chest and stomach.

"Jesus," he cried, jumping at the feel of the cold liquid upon his skin.

"It'll get hotter in a minute," Stacy promised, sitting on the edge of
the couch near his hip.  "Believe me, it'll get a lot hotter."

She began to rub the oil into his skin, her hands spreading it all over
his torso, turning his body into the same glistening mass of flesh that
hers was.  She squirted some more on his legs and rubbed each one, her
hands massaging the muscles, driving his arousal to the brink.
Throughout this massage she did not touch his penis at all, coming no
closer to it than the top of his pubic hair despite his many attempts
to lift his hips into her hands and force the contact.

"The time will come for that," she said, kissing his cheek softly as
she continued to rub up and down his stomach.

Just when he thought he couldn't stand it any further, just as his
balls were aching like a rotten tooth from pent-up sperm and his dick
felt like it was going to snap under the pressure, she leaned over the
top of him, so that her breasts were dangling over his cock.  Her boobs
were still quite oily from the treatment he had given them earlier,
everywhere except the nipples.  She took a breast in each hand and
leaned down even further, capturing his cock between them.  She then
pushed them together and began to move them back and forth, sliding
that smooth flesh all over the shaft of his erection.

"Ohhhh," Jason grunted, his hands clenching into fists at the contact.
Never had he felt anything even remotely like this.  And then it got
even better.  Continuing to rub him between her tits, she craned her
head forward and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth.  He
suddenly felt himself enclosed in a pleasing warmth, felt the tip of
her tongue swirling around him, felt the teasing suction.  "Gawwwwww!"
he cried, his body spasming.  He began to come, blasting a huge load of
hot sperm into her sucking mouth.  She swallowed frantically,
continuing to rub at him with her tits, as he shot spurt after spurt
between her lips.

He was horrified to have come so quickly, almost at the first touch,
but Stacy didn't seem to mind at all.  On the contrary, she smiled at
him while she continued to lick and suck at him.  She released her
breasts but continued her mouth action, licking up and down, gathering
every last drop of his seed as it oozed out of him.  She even dipped
down and took his balls into her mouth, sucking them one by one while
her hand took over the job of manipulating his penis.

"You have such a beautiful dick," she said, lapping up the sides of it
like a little girl with an ice cream cone.  "And it's already getting
hard again.  Isn't that something?"

Sure enough, she was right.  Less than two minutes after firing off
into her gulping mouth, he was once again becoming rigid as steel, his
hips rising and falling in a gentle rhythm.  She took the entire thing
in her mouth now, deep throating him slowly and then rising back up to
do it again.  Jason groaned as he felt this, never having thought that
a simple blowjob could feel so good.

When he was nice and hard again she removed her mouth from him and
slowly slid up his body, kissing her way over his stomach and chest
until she got to his face.  She began to kiss his lips, her wet tongue
probing outward, licking his lips, trying to force its way in.  Though
he was very cognizant of the fact that he had just come in that mouth
and though he had no desire to taste his own sperm, he nevertheless
could not resist the insistent probing of that tongue.  His lips parted
and her tongue shot into his mouth, swirling together with his, tasting
him, sucking on him.

As they shared their first kiss she pulled her body off of the floor
where she had been kneeling and onto the couch, climbing atop him,
pressing her nakedness into his.  Their chests slid together on a film
of baby oil, her large nipples tracing racetrack patterns around his
smaller ones.  His hands came up and began to run up and down her back
while hers slid up and down his flanks.  Her legs slid sensuously over
the tops of his, letting him feel the softness of feminine thighs
against his own for the first time.

She broke the kiss some time later, giving one last lick at his lips,
and then she pulled herself upward, into a sitting position.  His cock
was pushing gently against the cheeks of her ass, the head nestled
slightly between them.  She raised herself up and little more and
reached beneath her, taking his hardness into her hand.

"I want you in me," she said, looking down at him, lust in her eyes.

"Okay," he managed to say with a broken voice.

She eased back a little and soon he found himself being rubbed through
a delicious wetness.  She moved the head back and forth a few times and
then lowered her body, taking him inside of her.  He slipped between
her wet lips and into the tightness of her cavern.  He felt himself
being gripped from everywhere at once as she sank down upon him and
buried his cock in her warmth.

"Ohhh, sooo good," she sighed, twirling her hips around gently, her
hands resting on his shoulders.  She began to raise herself up and
down, pushing and pulling, driving him in and out of her.

Jason was in complete and total awe as he felt her gripping him and
moving up and down upon him.  He was actually FUCKING a woman.
Fucking!  And not a girl either, but a full-grown woman!  And it felt
so much better than he had ever thought that it would.  It was not just
the experience of her pussy sliding up and down on his cock, although
that was the centerpiece of the tactile sensations.  He could feel her
entire body moving against his.  He could feel her swollen, pregnant
stomach pressing into his.  He could feel her soft thighs straddling
his oily legs.  He could smell that rich odor rising into the air
around him.  And he could touch her anywhere that he wanted!  He could
reach up and take her tits into his hand, even suck on them, and she
didn't mind!  He could touch her ass as it bounced atop him and she
didn't mind!  She was his and he was hers.  Finally, at long last, he
understood what all of the fuss was about.

Unfortunately, despite the fact that he had already come once, he did
not last very long within her.  Less than two minutes after she took
him into her body he felt the familiar spasms beginning in his lower
regions.  He tried to concentrate on something else, tried to think
about anything but what he was doing, but it was to no avail.  He was
going to come and he was going to come hard.

"It's okay," she told him, picking up the pace of her ministrations as
she felt him start to buck uncontrollably beneath her.  "Come in me
Jason.  I want it.  Come in me."  She leaned down and began kissing him
again, driving her tongue into his mouth.

That pushed him completely over the edge.  With another grunt and
another explosion of pleasure, he shot his second load upward, into her
clenching pussy.  She moaned deeply as she felt his seed splashing her
insides.

Again he felt mortified that he had blasted off so quickly and again,
she calmed his concerns, this time with gentle kisses and playful
strokes.  "It's okay," she whispered to him, licking at his lips
between words.  "Really, it is.  I understand."

"But you didn't... you know?"

"I didn't come?" she asked.  "Is that what you were trying to say."

"Yes," he said.

"No," she agreed.  "I didn't.  But I will.  Would you like to help me?"

"Help you?"

"Help me," she said.  "There's something you can do for me that will
help me come."

"What?" he asked, somewhat naively.

She smiled and pulled herself off of him, his wilting dick popping free
of her with a rush of juices.  She pulled herself into a sitting
position, so that her pussy was resting upon his abdomen.  She then
began to slide forward, towards his face.

Jason looked at her swollen sex doubtfully.  The lips were bulging
outward and filled with blood, her clit pushing out of its hood and
rigid.  A mixture of white and clear juice ran out of her, dripping
down her crotch onto his chest.

"I'll understand if you don't want to do it," she told him
breathlessly.  "But if you just suck my clit for a few minutes, I'll
come all over your face.  Oh Jason, please."  She scooted closer,
bringing herself to within a few inches.  The odor of sex was now
overpowering.  "I neeeeed it!"

Though he had not signed on for this kind of thing when he had agreed
to walk her home, he rose to the challenge.  He grabbed her thighs with
his hands and pulled her forward, locking his lips onto the bump of her
clitoris.  He stabbed at it with his tongue and began to suck on it
gently, as if it were a nipple.

"Ohhh, god yessss!" Stacy cried, her hips grinding her into his face.
"Just like that!"

He knew he was getting some of his own sperm in his mouth but he didn't
mind.  He concentrated all of his energies upon giving Stacy the same
kind of pleasure that she had given him.  He pulled her tighter against
him and sucked harder, feeling her hard clit against his tongue.  As
she had predicted, it took only a few minutes before she began to slam
herself uncontrollably into him.  Her hands squeezed painfully upon his
legs, which they were holding for support, and the bulge of her belly
bounced up and down atop his head.  She screamed loudly as her orgasm
overtook her.

Afterward, they cuddled together on the couch, their hands gently
stroking each other's body.

"Jason?" she said, her face nestled in his neck.

"What?" he asked, trailing his hand over the rise of her stomach.  That
pregnant tummy fascinated him.

"Will you move in with me?"




Al Steiner - 11-18-2000
Chapter 6 to follow

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