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Subject: {ASSM} Judith and Me 4 (Fdom, Mdom, FF, preg)
Date: Thu,  5 Dec 2002 17:10:04 -0500
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Author: Homer Vargas
Title: Judith and Me
Part 4 Our New Home
Universe:
Summary: One of Judith's new colleagues joins her
lifestyle.
Keywords: Fdom, Mdom, FF, preg
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
First Posted 5/22/00
Last Edited 11/26/02

Judith and Me 4 (Fdom, Mdom, FF, preg)
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahool.com

Chapter 4: Our New Home 

As Judith predicted, it was easy for her to start her
practice over in the new city.  I had never realized
how much money she had until I saw the huge
condominium by the bay she bought us.  It was
beautiful and I was getting quite a bit of writing
done and posted to ASSM.  It was fun decorating the
nursery, starting to by baby clothes and playthings. 
I didn't mind taking care of the house all day,
knowing that Judith would come home to fuck me to
heaven every night.  And she lived up to the other
promises she made, too; it seemed the bigger she got
the more she wanted to play with me.  The pregnancy
was passing in a delightful blur of sex.

Judith was so gorgeous!  I had always thought pregnant
women were beautiful, but to see this smart, sexy,
powerful woman filling up with my baby made my heart
overflow with pride.  I had loved Judith's breasts
since she used them on me in her office.  Now I was
insane with lust to see how the increased blood flow
and production made the nipples of those marvelous
poonts darker and erect much more often and to know
they were growing rounder and fuller to nourish the
baby I had put in her belly.

Ah, that belly!  Daily I watched it grow rounder and
smoother.  Judith's large body was not being stretched
out of shape to accommodate our child -- stretched
INTO shape was more like it.  And how I loved lying
between her legs, looking at her vagina and all the
little folds around it, most often engorged and
seemingly ready for sex at any moment.  She said the
pregnancy made her feel wonderful; I knew it made her
taste wonderful!  Judith was designed for making
babies and she was enjoying the task immensely. 
Sometimes during long lazy fucks, she would tease me
about filling her so full of sperm she could store it
and as soon as this baby was born she would
immediately start on another.

Not only was Judith beautiful, but unlike many
pregnant women, she knew she was beautiful and didn't
mind flaunting it.  She began wearing maternity
clothes as soon as she had anything to show and she
chose the clothes to exaggerate her condition --
frilly blouses and short skirts.  Every morning I
watched her lay out ever larger and more revealing
bras as her nipples and other things swelled.  The
microfiber panties she liked looked really small but
they stretched to unbelievable sizes.

Judith said some of her friends wore regular panties,
bikini not thong when they were pregnant, and just
kept the front waistband pulled down underneath their
belly.  When Judith tried this, she didn't like the
somewhat baggy feel, like the panty was going to fall
down.  She was carrying low and it just did not feel
right to her.  It bothered her when it slid below her
hip bones.  Now thongs!  Judith loved thongs, not
minding that the strip of material up the rear.  They
rode high on her hips, higher even than her french-cut
panties.  Damn she looked good in them -- and out of
them!  Of course, I was partial.

She said wearing maternity panty hose made her very
hot, and she didn't mean sexy.  If she had to wear
anything, she chose thigh highs, no garter belt
needed.  They had wide lacey elastic bands at the
thigh and held up nicely, letting her 'breathe.'  Some
days she let me help her slide them on.  When I was
really lucky she would let me make her late for work
even though that meant having to help her on with the
stockings all over again.

I was so proud to be seen in public with her
attracting stares from men and women alike.  She loved
to lie around the pool in the later evening sun
letting me rub cocoa butter on her, not just on her
belly, but all over.  She said pregnancy could dry
your skin.  I couldn't feel any dryness, but I loved
taking the precautions.  I could, however, feel the
envy in the eyes of every man who saw us.  "Why him
and not me?" I could almost hear them thinking.  And I
KNEW she must make other women envious, too.  One day
I found out just how much.

"Oh, baby, this is too good!"  I felt the laughter
jiggling her bloated boobies.  She started kissing me
hungrily one evening almost as soon as she got in the
door.  "Got to re-examine THIS," she continued to
chuckle as she put her hand on my quickly stiffing
cock.

"Uh, that feels good," I sighed.

"You're telling me!" she snorted as she quickly
dropped my sweat pants to the floor and eyeing my
cock.  Judith had decided long ago against my wearing
shorts of any kind.  "Just had to check out the prick
that's responsible for another woman getting
pregnant."

"What are you talking about, Judith?" I protested.  "I
haven't been near another woman.  You know that.  I
love you, only you!"  I was almost crying to think she
could accuse me of this. "I ..."

She stopped my pained babble with an open mouthed
smooch.  "Calm down, baby, I know, I know.  I said
'responsible.'"  She was still almost laughing, but I
didn't see anything funny.  "Come over to the couch
and I'll tell you all about it," she consoled.

Taking me by the hand she led me to the couch and
settled her self nicely against me.  "This should help
you relax while I explain."  Tenderly she opened her
blouse, unclasped her brasserie, and placed her breast
into my mouth.  Calm and release washed over me and
instead of simply hearing her words, I seemed to see
what she was narrating like the voice over of a
documentary.

*****

I think I've told you my office shares the floor with
Shari Clarkson.  It's kind of handy to have your
gynecologist next door when a gal is as pregnant as
you've got me [she grinned].  Well today I had ducked
into the little toilet we share.  We have public ones
for the patients, but we have a little one between the
offices just for us doctor girls.  I had just finished
peeing -- you know how our Claudette is making me pee
all the time -- when I heard Shari at the door of the
stall.  "Judith, hurry!  I've got to goooo!" she
wailed.

I did the dab and pulled up my skirt.  Shari already
had hers down to her ankles and almost ran over me
getting in to sit on the toilet.  She didn't even
close the door.  I was fixing my lipstick when I heard
her start to gush.  "This is YOUR fault, you know!"
she said.

"What are you talking about, Shari?" I asked, not
turning around.

"Oh come on, Judith.  I saw you appraising me
suspiciously.  'Skirt getting a little tight, hmmm. 
Not really so flat chested any more, hmmm.  Needs to
pee urgently, hmmm.'  Well, you're right, Judith.  I'd
been intending to tell you.  I'm knocked up."

"You, pregnant, Shari?  You said you had told Carlos
..."

"Yeah, 'I *deliver* babies, I don't *have* babies.'"
she quoted herself back to me.  "Well we had a little
accident.  Or rather *I* had a little accident. 
Carlos has been wanting to get me pregnant since the
first day we played hunky orderly drills horny young
doctor down at the hospital and he's come close a
couple of times.  Of course the irony couldn't be
greater.  Dr. Sheri Clarkson, OBGYN, whose main
function in life is to write prescriptions for
contraceptives so girls can have fun without getting
pregnant, can't take the pill herself.  So every time
I wanted Carlos's lovely Latin log in me, I had to
make sure he was well sheathed in latex."

"So he finally got too you?  How's that my fault?" I
grinned, seeing that Shari wasn't really mad.

"Don't you remember your check up about three months
ago?  You were my last appointment that Friday.  Part
of it was being in the middle of my period, which
always makes me horny, anyway.  Seeing you lying there
on the examining table with that big round belly
pointing up at me was like an accusation. 'Don't you
wish YOU had one like this?'  And the smell of sex. 
Lord, Judi, you've got the wettest vagina of any woman
I've ever seen; the whole room smelled like a pussy. 
I started dripping."

"Sorry, Shari.  I hadn't had David around to lap it up
for me since morning and I was already thinking about
getting home to him," I replied in defense.  "By the
end of the day, I'm really horny."

"So I could see!  Well that and everything else, I
guess it just set off the alarm bells of my biological
clock.  I was so horny driving home I was tempted to
get myself off in the car.  I figured that I needed a
half hour with my vibrator to calm myself down before
Carlos arrived.  Just my luck if he wasn't already
there, craggy olive face, smiling green eyes and all,
waiting for me at the door.  Damn he looked good! 
Before I could stop him, he had me in his arms kissing
me and digging his fingers into my ass.  He knows how
that turns me on.  'Oui, slow down, baby,' I pleaded,
but he wasn't buying."

"'You've meest me?' he asked and slipped his hand into
my panties.  "Uu, I theenk so.  Your poosy, she is
sooo wet."

"'Wait a minute, Carlos, honey, please,'" I gasped. 
He already had a finger in me and it was getting hard
to think."

"'Why wait, mi amor?  A poosy thees wet needs to be
fohcked.  Don't you want me to fohck you Shari?  Don't
you want me to take you to bed and put my cock in your
wet poosy and make you comb like sealy?'"

"'Oh, Carlos!'" I moaned unable to resist him any more
and melted into his arms.  Before I knew it I was on
my back in my bed.  He had my panties down and my
skirt up around my waist and was shucking his clothes
getting ready to pounce.  'I'll have to make him put
on a condom,' I thought, proud of my presence of mind.
 I would have done it, too, if he had tried to fuck me
immediately, but instead he went down on me.  I've
heard what you say about David, Judith, but I don't
believe there's a man anywhere who eats pussy better
than Carlos.  He licked my thighs, he nibbled my bush,
he inhaled me and told me I smelled like a WOMAN.  He
didn't even touch my clit at first thought I was dying
for him to.  When I started squirming as the orgasm
approached, he grasped my hips firmly and kept eating.
 And just when I though I couldn't take any more, he
took my clit in his lips and gave it a light
suctioning kiss."

"I exploded!  I bucked and I screamed, but he held on
tight.  He wouldn't let me stop coming.  I went crazy
for cock, Judi.  'Oh, Carlos, baby, fuck me.  I need
you in me.  Hurry, baby!'  'Baby' I heard myself say
and remembered.  'But put on a condom, honey, you know
this is a bad time for me.'"

"'Eet ees a gude, time Shari, mi amor.  I theenk you
are ready to make a baby. You know I want to geeve you
a baby.  Please, Shari?'"

"He wasn't playing fair.  He had the tip of his prick
at the lips of my pussy and was playing with my clit. 
I wanted him to fuck me so bad.  'Please, no, Carlos. 
I don't want to be pregnant'"

"He didn't remove his prick.  If anything, he put it
in me a little more.  'I want to fohck you Shari.  I
want you to have a baby.  I want you to be beeg with
my baby.  Don't you want that?  Don't you want me to
fohck you and fill you and put my baby in you.'"

"I couldn't hold out any more.  I had to have him.  I
had to have him in me that second.  I wanted to be
screwed even if it meant I was going to get screwed. 
"Yes, Carlos, yes!  Just fuck m.  Fuck me, Carlos!' I
screamed in ecstasy.  My well lubricated pussy offered
no resistance; with one stroke he was in me.  I came
again the moment I felt his full weight on me, knowing
his naked prick was only inches from my unprotected
cervix.   Then I really lost it.  I don't know what
got into me (well yes I do) but I started crying and
begging, 'Yes, Carlos!  Fuck me, fuck me!  Knock me
up, you stud!  I want to be so big and fat and
pregnant for you.  Shoot me full of your baby juice. 
I want to make a baby for you, darling.'"

"He was already aroused and pounding me hard, but when
he heard me begging to bear his child, he started
snorting and thrusting.  Then he roared something in
Spanish and went rigid.  I know it's impossible for a
woman to feel a man's ejaculation, but I DID and I
came yet again when I felt it.  That did it!  I had
just had three of the most intense orgasms of my life
and I was out."

"When I woke up the lights were out and Carlos was
asleep but holding me close.  Amazingly, he had
finished undressing me and even gotten me into a pair
of sexy pajamas, which were getting messy as his sperm
slowly leaked out of me.  His dark hard body was nude
as always.  Being held this way after sex was new. 
Usually we rolled away from each other after a nice
rut.  I decided I liked it.  I snuggled closer against
him and went back to sleep."

"The next morning I awoke alone.  'Typical for a man,'
I thought, 'fuck 'em and leave 'em.'  I had to bite my
tongue.  Just then Carlos walked in with a tray of
croissants, passion fruit marmalade, eggs benedict,
orange juice, and hazelnut amaretto coffee.  'Hungry,
mi amor?' he smiled.  'Remember, you have to eat for
two, now.'"

"Carlos darling, I, er, got a little excited last
night.  You should realize that it's pretty unlikely
I'll get pregnant from just one night of unprotected
sex."
"'I know, mi amor.  That ees why I don't intend to let
you out of thees bed all weekend.'" He grinned
lecherously.

"I didn't know what to say.  I couldn't take my eyes
off the handsome, smiling man sitting next to me as I
wolfed my breakfast.  I had to think this over.  I had
been out of control last night, but was I necessarily
wrong to be?  He clearly loved me very much.  He was
smart -- not in academic ways, but I saw how he could
handle people (handle me!).  We had talked about him
managing my practice.  The sex had always been great,
but now I saw a tenderness and protectiveness in him
that made my heart melt.  And what beautiful babies we
would make.  I realized that I had decided."

"'Carlos, what are you having for breakfast, darling?'
I asked suddenly embarrassed to realize that he had
just been watching me with adoration."

"'Tu,' he replied and took my tray with a grin.  Then
he was in bed with me again and I surrendered to his
strong arms.  I wasn't surprised, nor was he, I guess,
when he found the pajama top was no barrier to his
lips on my breasts.  Nor did he have any trouble
slipping a finger into my pussy.  I was surprised a
little how wet I already was just from the minutes of
cuddling.  I lay back and let him worship me for a
while, feeling my arousal grow minute by minute.  Last
night should have prepared me, but it was pleasant
surprise when I felt his mouth leave my breasts, kiss
its way lazily down my tummy and find my now soppy
snatch.  My legs with their own private memory of last
night opened of their own accord and he burrowed his
face into me.

"Well, I don't have to bore you with a repetition of
the night before.  I'll just say that by the time I
came in to work on Monday (late) I had been screwed
eleven times with no protection: twice on Friday
night, although I don't remember the second one, five
times on Saturday, three times on Sunday (well, even
Carlos isn't Superman) and once that morning for good
measure.  Suzie took one look at the silly grin on my
face and asked sarcastically, 'Have a nice weekend,
Dr, Clarkson?'"

"I was too happy to be offended.  I had things to do. 
By noon I had registered for Spanish classes (the kids
-- I had a feeling Carlos would want a lot of them --
were going to have no secrets from their Mamita),
reserved a hall for the reception, and found a
bilingual priest to marry us.  Needless to say, when I
did the pregnancy test a few weeks later, it was so
positive I was surprised it didn't blink in neon
letters, 'BABY!'  'BABY!'  I just hope Daddy does not
mind giving away a daughter whose belly will arrive at
the alter so much before she does."

Shari had finished puling up her skirt and was
standing by me smiling.  "Oh Shari, I'm so happy for
you," I said and kissed her.  "You really took the
bull by the horns."

"Well, I'd say the bull took me by the horns, but
thanks.  I do have a question, though."

"You're the 'woman' doctor.  What can I tell you?" I
asked.

"I haven't seen it in any of my medical books; I'm
wondering if I'm abnormal.  Did you get ... you know
... more ... amorous after you got pregnant?'

"I sure did.  And hornier, too," I laughed.  "Second
trimester is play time, big time.  Morning sickness is
gone and you can really enjoy your man.  Seeing your
round tummy will drive him crazy.  Sometimes I feel
sorry for David because of all the sex I demand, but,
like Carlos, he has a talented tongue."

"That's a relief.  I just seem to want it all the time
now.  Does it get any worse?"

"It just gets better, honey!  David makes me come
harder and more frequently now than before. 
Everything is aroused and engorged.  Orgasms are
intense almost to the point of being painful.  My womb
clenches up into a hard ball, a little uncomfortable
but not enough so to make me stop" I grinned.

"Yeah, it's same with me and Carlos, but what about
during the day?  I can't go home for a quickie every
day at lunch.  I come in here," she stopped and
grinned at what she had said, "But it's not the same. 
I'm a little squeamish about using my vibrator with
the baby so close; I don't want to 'shake things
loose,'" she grinned.

"Honey," I explained, "when it comes to orgasms,
quality is more important than quantity.  Two or three
big "O's" at noontime is way better than popping off
between each patient," I said.

"But how do get the big ones alone?"

"Did I say I was alone?" I teased.

"Oh," she said, her face growing suddenly cold.  "I
see.  Of course YOU have male patients, too."

"Oh, Shari, I'd never do that to David," I replied
seriously.

"Then how?" she inquired.

"Why don't you ask Suzie," I replied smugly.

"Suzie?  And you?  I don't believe you."

"What time does she go to lunch today?" I asked.

"About 1:00 p.m."

"Come through here into my office about five minutes
after she leaves today and you'll see you hot little
receptionist's blond mane buried between my legs.  But
don't look for the smile on my face.  I'll have mine
down eating her sweet little puss."

Well she did and the look on Shari's face was
priceless.  And it only got better when Suzie moved
aside and motioned for Shari to take her place on me
while she went to work on her boss.  I have to tell
you, we didn't see many patients this afternoon"

*******

My erection was painful by the time Judith finished
recounting her day; she had been rubbing me gently as
I nuzzled her luscious tit.  She looked down and
grinned.  "Well, I see you liked my story; why don't
you call for a pizza and we'll find something to do
until it arrives.  I want an early night.  We're
getting a visit from the membership committee
tomorrow."

"That's nice," I said distractedly, being more
interested in the "something to do until it arrives"
than in the "visit from the membership committee
tomorrow."

"Oh, it's NOT going to be nice," Judith laughed, "But
it should be fun."

To be continued in: Chapter 5 "The Membership
Committee"

Comments, please, to:
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com



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