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Archive name: judith4.txt
Authors name: Homer Vargas (vargas111@yahoo.com)
Story title : Judith and Me - 4
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Judith and Me
by Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.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 make love to me. The
pregnancy was passing in a delightful blur of sex.
Judith was so gorgeous! I have always thought pregnant
women were beautiful, but to see this smart, sexy,
powerful woman filling up with my baby made my heart
overflow with joy. I had loved Judith's breasts since
she used them on me in her office, but now I was insane
with lust to see how the increased blood flow and
production made the nipples of those marvelous pounts
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 it 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 and didn't mind showing it.
She began wearing maternity clothes as soon as she had
anything to show and she chose the clothes to show it -
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, 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.
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. 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. "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 Clarkeson. It's kind of handy to have your
gynecologist next door when a gal is a pregnant as
you've got me. <g> Well today I had ducked into the
little toilet we share. We have public ones for the
patients, but this one is 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. 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 doctor down at the
hospital. Of course the irony couldn't be greater.
Dr. Sheri Clarkeson, Ob., Gyn, whose main function in
life is to write prescriptions for contraceptives so
girls can get laid without getting pregnant, can't take
the pill herself. So every time I want Carlos's lovely
Latin log in me, I have to make sure he is well
sheathed in latex.
"So 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. Seeing you lying there on the
examining table with that big round belly pointing up
at me was like an accusation. And the smell of sex.
Lord, Judith, you've got the wettest vagina of any
woman I've ever seen; the whole room smelled like a
pussy."
"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.
"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 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. Do you want me to fohck you Shari? Do you
want me to take you to bed and put my cock in your wet
poosy and fohck you sealy?'"
"'Oh, Carlos!'" I moaned unable to resist him any more.
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. '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. 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 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, knock me up, honey. 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.'"
"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 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's why I don't intend to let
you out of this 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 excited 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!). 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."
"'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: 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, Clarkeson?'"
"I was too happy to be offended. I had things to do.
By noon I had registered for Spanish classes (the kids
were going to have no secrets from Mommy), 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 doctor. What can I tell you?"
"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 drives 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.
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, 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 cold. "I see.
**You** have male patients."
"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 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 a 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."
"Oh, it's NOT going to be nice," she laughed, "But it
should be fun."
To be continued in: Chapter 5 "Membership Committee"
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