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Hi again,

I haven't seen many stories posted about a woman's sex life while she is
pregnant and *really* round and bloated, so I thought I'd write about my
last pregnancy. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I have
enjoyed writing it. If you want to hear more, let me know.

Part 2 should be posted around the first week in May ~~ sorry, but I do
have other thing to do than just write, I also have more in-depth research
to do. <sigh>

Any comments; pats on the back, tummy, or elsewhere; and constructive
criticisms will be *gratefully* accepted. Flames will be totally ignored.
Thanks.

E-huggs,

Jackie
xoxox
an338903@cris.com

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This fictional story contains graphic descriptions of  *all* types of vanilla
and kinky sexual acts between a *very* pregnant female and a non-related
male or female. If you:

     a) Are under 18 years old
     b) Are offended by any graphic actions
     c) Feel these are against your Community Standards
     d) Feel that a pregnant woman should stay home in a rocking chair,
          looking motherly

Please STOP reading and IMMEDIATELY LEAVE and CLOSE this 
file !!!!!

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                My Preggifull Days

             Part 1b of 4 (version 1.0)

              (Copyright 1996, 1997)

           by Jackie (an338903@cris.com)


Without the slightest hesitation, Maria now reached up, unhooking the
front clasp of that sheer white bra. The soaked circles of fabric she had
been using as breast pads fell to the floor with a "plop." Proudly jutting
out in front of me were two of the most beautiful youthful breasts I had
ever seen. They looked so . . . . . so ripe and round. Their taut skin was a
natural tan with perfectly-centered dark blackish-brown areola about the
size of quarters and hard stubby nipples. I was completely speechless.

Even though she had been pregnant, given birth, and was now breast-
feeding, there was absolutely *no* droop what-so-ever in her taut half-
moon breasts. It was like somebody had glued perfectly curved half-
grapefruits onto her chest. "Ah, youth," I thought. Now it was *my* turn
to be envious of another woman.

The mini-droplets of warm sweet mother's milk immediately began
forming at those dozen duct-ends, yearning to be suckled away. A couple
impatient ones even merged together, forming a large white drop, then
dripped on the floor in front of me. Looking down, I almost cried at that
wasted motherly goodness. I'm sure Maria could see the unbridled lust in
my eyes, but she continued on, not speaking a word.

Maria lifted Anita towards her left breast, tickling her mouth with that
long fat dripping nipple. That hungry babe didn't need much coaxing, she
immediately opened her cute mouth wide, latched on, and started feeding. 

I wanted sooo much to be Anita, but silently stood there just watching and
rubbing my bulging belly while I could hear that lucky babe suckling more
and more of her mother's sweet warm milk. My nipples hardened into
long fat spikes, my moist pouting pussy tingled, drooled some more, then
began to ache.

After a minute or two, Maria closed both eyes, then slowly rolled her head
from side to side, letting Anita greedily suckle away. Absent-mindedly,
she lowered her other hand to her crotch, spread her legs wider, then began
gently rubbing her "womanhood" through her tight slacks.

"I hope I would enjoy breast-feeding my baby as much," I thought while
watching her through glazed eyes. I had begun lightly stroking my bulging
belly, sometimes even toying with my fat belly-button stem. 

A small wet spot appeared on her slacks where her hand was so firmly
rubbing. I could even hear Maria quietly sigh through slightly parted moist
lips. It was obvious that breast-feeding Anita was really turning Maria on,
as it surely was me.

Abruptly, Anita stopped feeding, deciding instead to go to sleep. Maria
opened her eyes and looked at me watching her. She saw my hand
caressing my beachball under my baby-doll top. 

Suddenly, she realized where her own hand had been rubbing, turning beet
red. Now with her eyes looking down, she whispered haltingly, "I'm sorry,
Jackie. I forgot where I was. Sometimes I get very strong sensations down
between my legs when I'm breast-feeding Anita ~~ like when Hector and I
are, you know, fooling around."

"That's nothing to be ashamed of," I told Maria, "I've heard that breast-
feeding can feel very sensuous to many women." Then, sticking out my
beachball and again gently caressing it, I added, "I hope that breast-
feeding my babies feels as sensuous to me as it seems to be for you." A
wide smile of relief spread across Maria's face and again her glazed eyes
stared at my bulging belly.

She moved Anita to her other engorged and now dripping breast, but that
sleeping baby wasn't interested. Maria tried putting the erect puckered
nipple in Anita's mouth, but she just yawned and went back to sleep. She
even tried squirting a little into Anita's mouth, trying to entice that her to
return, but no luck, Anita was still no longer interested. Not even tickling
Anita's feet would wake her back up.

With a "sigh," Maria restuffed both half-moons in her bra, rehooking the
clasp. She then looked up at me a little embarrassed saying, "This has been
happening recently, but never away from home. Anita will empty one full
breast, then go to sleep without suckling even once on the other full one."

Her eyes again looked at the floor, then she added in a small frightened
voice, "In a short time, that engorged breast will become very painful for
me. Look how it's already bursting out of my bra. I didn't bring a breast
pump or anything to express the milk."

Maria *really* didn't have to tell me to "look." My eyes had been
watching that firm bloated half-moon bulge more and more out of her bra.
I knew my mind was playing tricks on me, but it seemed to grow fuller
and fuller, getting rounder and rounder, in just the little time I had been
staring at it. By now, there was a very obvious size difference between the
breast that had been suckled and the one almost ready to explode.

Reluctantly, I started to ask, "What about Hector . . . ." but Maria quickly
cut me off with "Hector thinks that milky breasts are only for babies.
*Real* men don't suckle at women's breasts. He would hardly touch
them, except a little with his hands before I was pregnant, *now* he won't
touch them at all."

Now looking directly at me, Maria continued, "I noticed how you looked
at my breasts when I opened my blouse and bra . . . . and still do. Would
you please suck out some milk so it won't be as painful for me later on?"

Maria quickly added, "There's nobody around this part of the zoo to come
in and catch us," as she again unclasped her bra, pulling the cups widely
aside so both breasts were now visible.

I could only continue to stare at Maria's beautiful engorged breasts. Her
left breast was now beginning to drip more constantly, sometimes almost
squirting out. I guessed that her let-down response from Anita's suckling
was in full swing. Much as every cell in my body wanted to lunge over
and begin suckling, another part of me was still hesitant.

Maria added in a pleading voice, "I've *never* told this to anyone else,
*especially* not Hector. When I was twelve, a very close girl friend and I
used to touch each other between our legs and suck on each other's small
budding titties. I enjoyed it very much. We continued almost every day
until she moved away." 

"Since then, I have never been close enough with another girl to try again .
.. . . until now. For some strange reason, I feel sooo comfortable with you
~~ like we have known each other forever. I saw how you looked at my
breasts, just like my girl friend did. Those looks excited my . . . . my
hunger again. I *know* you want to suck on them, badly, *and* it would
help me out sooo much."

Finally, Maria pleaded, "Pleeeeeezzzzzzeeeee. I need the pressure released
soooo badly."

Her last plea evaporated any remaining fears or concerns I had. Smiling at
Maria I told her, "Ok. I will, but what do we do about Anita."

Maria beamed, then replied, "Wait here. I'll give her to Hector to watch.
I'll simply tell him that you're having a  female' problem and I'll be back
in a few minutes. Hector *won't* ask any questions. Those are problems
he doesn't want to know *anything* about."

I smiled as Maria quickly pulled herself together and left with Anita.
Then, I chuckled to myself, "She seems to know Hector a lot better than I
would have guessed. I think they'll have a pretty good marriage."

Quickly, Maria was back. Without any hesitation, she again unbuttoned
her blouse and unclasped her soggy white bra. My head moved closer, first
gently nuzzling that oozing rigid rubbery nipple against my cheek, then
slightly pressing her super-hard orb, letting just a little warm sweet milk
run down my cheek and drip from my chin. 

It is hard to put in words how overpoweringly sensuous that hard bloated
dripping breast felt against my cheek. There is just a look and feel about
an engorged-to-bursting mother's breast, that cannot be duplicated by all
the silicon implants in the world. I could remain cuddled like this forever.

I day-dreamed about how I could entice Maria to squirt her warm sweet
mother's milk all over my naked bloated body. Those warm milk sprays
feeling like hot stinging bullets as they beat upon: my rosy cheeks, forcing
my wide pink tongue to valiantly stretch trying to catch every last droplet; 
my breasts, drops running together, racing over their bloated contours,
then dribbling down from my long fat nipples. 

They would also hotly pelt: my bulging belly, sounding like a loud
rainstorm to that poor gentle babe hiding inside; and finally, my pouting
pussy, those hot clinging drops hiding in my fiery-red curls, waiting
yearningly for a warm tongue to come and lick them off, while others
mixed with my musky female nectar, forming an irresistible concoction to
be savored. All this, though, would be such a terrible waste of that sweet
golden nectar. "Aaaah, but it would make my body and soul feel sooo
good," I thought.

Maria's passionate plea, "Jackie, suck, pleeese," snapped me out of my
world of huge squirting milky boobies, bringing me quickly back to the
present. 

"See *how* full and hard it is," she teasingly announced, reaching down
and lightly squeezing it. Immediately, four or five strong jets of warm
sweet mother's milk squirted out right at me. Maria *must* have been
reading my mind, the little minx. 

Luckily, four zipped into my open mouth, the other landed directly in the
middle of  my forehead. Watching that white drop running down between
my eyes, sliding down the curve of my nose, then hanging from the tip,
like a pearl of dew, Maria began giggling.

"I'll show her," I thought as I quickly lowered my moist red lips to that
dripping erect blackish-brown nipple. I gently suckled, holding back my
wanton greediness. No longer giggling, Maria pushed my long red hair out
of the way, over my shoulders, then began softly "moaning." 

With only a couple gentle sucks, my mouth became flooded, almost
overflowing, with her warm sweet mother's milk. There must have been
gallons hidden away as that bloated breast squirted and squirted into my
mouth, like an open hose, without my even having to suckle anymore. 

"Ummmm. It tasted sooo good. Oh, to be a baby again," I thought as that
warm sweetness flowed down my throat, a little dripping from my
suckling lips.

Pausing for only a second, my milky lips released their grip on that
engorged globe, letting that elongated nipple "pop" from my mouth. My
glazed eyes closely stared at that engorged heaving breast, milk droplets
still oozing from the half-dozen flared ducts. 

I chuckled softly when I noticed that my lips had left a bright distinct red
lipstick print on both sides of her stiff fat nipple and all across that
puckered areola. "I'll have to remember to wipe those off," I thought, now
feeling like a burglar eyeing his stolen goods. I don't want to tip Hector
off that someone else has invaded his larder and savored his prime poultry.

Maria again screamed, "Pleeeezzzzzeee, Jackie," while pulling my head
back to her still-bursting yearning breast.

As I now strongly suckled on her engorged pink breast, Maria began
"moaning" louder, wiggling her body around a bit. I could feel her warm
hand begin caressing my wobbling bulging belly, first through my baby-
doll top, then slipping up underneath warmly rubbing against my taut
bloated flesh. Her warm tender caresses on my beachball belly felt sooo
good. My "sighs" were only muffled by that fat oozing rubbery nipple in
my greedy mouth.

Without interrupting my suckling, I slid my hand down along the front of
her taut slacks and began gently rubbing between her firm legs exactly
where she had been before. My strong hot fingers could easily feel her
excited nub straining out through both her panties and slacks, making its
own little tent. Those naughty fingers scratched at that twitching nub like
an itch, but it didn't go away, only sprouted longer, fatter, and so much
more rigid.

Maria's reaction to my "scratches" was immediate ~~ loudly "sighing,"
throwing her head back and spreading her legs wider, allowing my hot
naughty fingers complete access. That damp spot blossomed wider and
wider on those taut wiggling slacks. 

Soon, she was thrusting her proud undulating crotch out even further, my
circling fingers feeling that bump growing and expanding into a firm thick
stem. It now reminded me of the penis on a very young boy, and wiggled
around just as playfully now that it was uncontrollably excited. "If only I
could suck on that fat pink nub *and* her squirting breast at the same
time," my greedy mind thought.

That stiff sprouting nub twitching against my fingers, plus the warm sweet
mother's milk streaming down my throat, soothing my tummy, excited my
body to even greater heights. I suckled harder, keeping that breast firmly
under control, while the rest of her body wiggled, jerked, and gyrated. I
pressed my lips deeper into her moist unyielding breast-flesh, forcing that
poor engorged breast to deliver more and more of Maria's warm sweet
milk into my greedy mouth. 

All these swirling sensations forced me to stimulate Maria even more,
maybe, just maybe, enticing her turned-on body to produce extra ounces of
warm sweet milk ~~ just for me.

After only a few minutes of teasingly stroking her wet twitching crotch, I
slid my hand back up, hearing her "whimper" loudly in frustration. I
unbuttoned that waist button, then very slowly lowered down the zipper,
tooth "click" by tooth "click," pausing after each "click" to let her
anticipation increase. The palm of my hand could feel her warm bare
stomach balloon further through that ever increasing gap with every
"click." (She still did have some "baby" fat from her pregnancy.)

In utter exasperation, Maria wiggled a little too much tugging that zipper-
pull from my hand. She "groaned" in disappointment, then frantically
whispered only *one* word forcibly in my ear, "Hurry !!"

Now, even her slacks were helping me by automatically peeling forward in
a "V." As soon as that zipper was finally low enough, Maria wriggled
them down a little, her actions begging my naughty hand to enter. Her
increasingly-halting passionate breathing was continuously exciting all the
nerves of my left ear and sending tingles zipping directly to my drooling
pussy.

Finally, my naughty hand slid underneath her white cotton bikini panties,
getting almost scalded from the intense heat of her yearning young pussy.
Maria just "sighed," humping her pussy forward to greet that truant hand. 

That malingering hand briefly paused to play with Maria's black curls,
twirling, then flattening them, feeling her twitch and buck with each rough
twist. That heated inferno jumped up, again humping that hand, trying to
force it lower. Having teased enough, it slid lower directly feeling the
upper juncture of her hot wet gyrating slit, but avoiding her fat hard
sprouted clitty. 

Those lined cotton panties were sopping, that inferno of a puss must have
been juicing the whole time she had been breast-feeding Anita. Maria may
have seemed "shy and reserved," but her pussy surely wasn't ~~ it was an
honest-to-God "hot-box" !!

Throughout all this play, I never missing a beat with my suckling, so
enjoying the feeling of that sweet warm milk squirting in my mouth, then
trickling down my throat. I could feel her fat rubbery nipple twitch in time
with her pussy as if they were directly connected. Sometimes my lips
could also feel the heartbeat in her breast-flesh, rhythmically pumping that
engorged flesh even tighter against my pursed demanding lips.

I finally slipped that probing hand even further underneath, surprised to
find those hot humping pussy lips completely bare, not a single curly hair.
The only hair on her plump mound was that curly tuft at the top.
"Mmmmmm," I thought, "that tuft must look *really* sexy when Maria
was completely naked."

I adored how her puffy pouting lips so naturally spread, allowing my
probing fingers total access to their heated dripping interior. Luckily, those
muscles had not toned up again since the delivery of her baby. My
stroking gooey fingers could feel every tiny bump on her slick shaved 
pussy lips, making them tingle, then blossom even further, wantonly
begging those stiff digits to plunge deeply inside.

The fingers of Maria's hot hand tried to sneak lower to rub me in the same
hot spot as I was rubbing her. Strain as she might, my bulging belly was
always ballooning in her way. In surrender, since she couldn't reach my
wet pouting puss, she settled on just firmly massaging my wobbling
beachball and playing with my long fat protruding belly-button. Tweaking
that stem sent tingles to my dribbling puss, just like playing with my long
fat nipples.

My naughty fingers vigorously rubbed up and down each wet bare pussy
lip, pressing harder to separated them even further. Her thick nectar oozed
and drooled out her love-tunnel, completely coating each stiff finger. Each
would have made a very tasty treat, except I didn't know how Maria
would react ~~ maybe some other time. 

Each stroke brought a loud "ooooooh" or a long resounding "sigh" from
Maria as she got closer and closer to her so-needed climax. Every once in
a while, I would slip one gooey finger inside that hot love-tunnel just a
little, wiggling it around or quickly pump it in and out. I enjoyed feeling
Maria shake and shiver as she valiantly pushed down further on that long
stiff digit, trying to suck as much as possible into her hot rippling love-
tunnel. My finger could feel her love-tunnel muscles contract on it, vainly
trying keep it prisoner inside, never wanting to let it escape.

Even with her milk output greatly decreasing, I kept on suckling but began
tweaking and teasing her hard wet nipple more and more with my stiff
wide tongue. I also intensified my caresses, now concentrating on her rigid
sprouted clitty. In only a couple minutes, her pussy began violently
contracting, her whole body bucking against that wobbling counter
supporting us.

"Oh, yessssssssss" was all I heard as she continued thrashing and bucking
even harder against that counter and *me*, "gasping" for breath. After her
first two ferocious spasms, I had to release that hard dark nipple. I
gleefully watched it jiggle and bounce, glistening and sparkling in the light
from both her milk and my saliva. 

At the same time, her proud bare pussy began gushing on my still-wiggling 
hand as she violently jerked and thrashed once or twice more. Finally in 
emotional exhaustion, she collapsed, still shaking, in my arms, leaning 
against the counter. 

Once she had settled back down, my greedy lips so wanted to again grab
that warm wet nipple but knowing that her breast was probably a little
sore, I resisted and didn't. I contented myself with quietly sucking on my
naughty fingers, one by one, that had been roaming around her hot
erupting volcano. "Ummmm," I thought, "She tastes sooo good. Now
there is one more thing I liked about Maria."

Maria finally half-opened her still-glazed eyes and grinned at me from ear
to ear. "Ooooo, Jackie, that felt sooo great," she chirped with a breathless
sigh, "I've felt this good only *once* with Hector."

"Don't worry," I consoled her, "You're both young and have plenty of
time to learn about each other's bodies. At least now, you know what
you're looking for and can help Hector to find it for you."

"Does doing this with another woman always feel this good ?" Maria
asked as she again began caressing my bloated belly with both warm still-
shaking hands.

"Usually, but a man can make you feel this good also. He just has to be
taught how to do it. Most men are trainable." I told Maria ~~ a little bit of
a fib.

"*Now*, what about you ?" Maria asked with a wicked smile as she
intensified her caressing, now tweaking my long wiggling belly-button
stem. "I want to make *you* feel just as good as you've made me feel."

"I'm ok for now." I told Maria ~~ another much less accurate fib, "and we
really don't have time. We've been in here 45 minutes already. If we stay
in here much longer *even* Hector will get suspicious."

Maria pouted, then frowned, but nodded in agreement. "Before you leave
today, I want your address *and* your phone number. We *definitely*
need to  talk' some more."

Taking five minutes to compose ourselves, we both walked outside, our
bodies very close together. Smiling, Maria yelled to Hector, "Everything is
ok now." Hector just shrugged and didn't say a word.

The rest of that afternoon with Hector and Maria was just great. Maria and
I would tease each other, exchanging covert winks or running our tongues
across our moist parted lips. Once, maybe twice, Maria's warm fingers
pinched my firm buns when Hector wasn't looking, as I wiggled back a
very hot reply

Before I left that day, I gave Maria my address and phone number and she
gave me hers. Next week while Hector is at work and Anita is napping, we
hope to get together for a more in-depth "talk." I sure hope Anita is fussy
that day and leaves gallons of warm sweet mother's milk for *me* !!

                    * * * * * 

One of the best "total-loving" sessions I have *ever* had while I was
pregnant came from Johnny Wo, a disabled oriental guy. At first, he was
sooo entranced with my breasts that I thought those would be his only
interest. In the end, it turned out that he was interested in the "whole" me.

I met him at a girl friend's cocktail party. With my huge size at that time, I
wasn't sure whether I was invited to her party to be the center-piece or just
a conversation-piece. In her small apartment, I could have easily been the
center of attraction ~~ nobody could be anywhere but around me !!
Ultimately, I decided to go anyway and I am soooo glad I did.

I decided to wear a black maternity cocktail dress. It had an empire waist,
pearl buttons down the front, and a low-cut "V" neckline. This showed off
my engorged breasts beautifully ~~ their fullness kind-of oozed and
rippled out that deep "V". 

My black demi-bra had the job of keeping them from flopping out if I bent
over. This wasn't a major concern since my bulging belly kept me from
bending over very far. It also kept me from seeing my feet, so I had
trouble making sure my black dress pumps were on properly.

That dress was hemmed so it only fell to about mid-thigh. I remember
reading somewhere that a "sexy woman" looks sexy whether she is
pregnant or not. I was going to try and prove that true. With my bulging
beach-ball belly, I needed all the help I could get at looking sexy. Maybe a
little overt sexiness would keep people's minds off my ballooning
pregnancy.

Underneath, I decided on a black thong-style panty that in the front only
covered my curly red puss (ok, a few curls escaped but who'd notice) and
none of my bulging belly, and absolutely *nothing* in the back ~~ the
strap even slipped in my bun-crack. On top, I wore a black low-cut nursing
bra. (I had to dye that bra black myself, since nobody carried "black" in
*my* super-whopper size.)

I added to that a black garter belt with sheer black stockings. You should
have seen the trouble I had rolling those up ~~ my stomach was *never* in
the right position. That bulging belly swayed, wiggled, and bounced more
than a pink beach-ball in a gale force wind as I stretched and strained,
moaned and groaned, trying to get those up and keep them looking
presentable. No black slip for me tonight.

Finally, a simple gold necklace, a black velvet watchband, a black velvet
hair-band around my fiery red hair, and a pair of black pumps. A couple
dabs of  "Obsession" perfume (in the correct spots !!) and a coating of red
lipstick, I was now ready to go.

Now, back to the party. I will honestly admit that I hadn't had much prior
contact with any disabled people, so I wasn't sure what to expect. Johnny
was sooo handsome with very short black hair and sparkling green eyes.
His face had very strong chiseled features ~~ I wouldn't have been
surprised if it had been sculpted by Leonardo Di Vinci. His radiant smile
would have melted the buffet table ice sculpture if he had gotten too close.

Johnny's high-collar white shirt, sort-of a Nehru-style, black pants and
jacket seemed to perfectly fit him. Although I'm sure he could have
afforded it, he didn't wear any of the flashy gold jewelry that one sees on
many of the other single guys. His style was simple, but very powerful.

He quickly swept me off my feet with both his wit and his charm, almost
literally, as he bumped into me once with his wheel chair while fooling
around. Johnny loved to joke and play.  He even offered me a two-wheel
ride to the maternity ward on his lap when I needed it. (His wheel-chair
was a "convertible," both sides came off so I would fit, although we might
have to hang red-flags on both sides of me.) 

Johnny could also be "naughty" ~~ I liked that too. He made me giggle,
my over-inflated beach-ball bounce , and my bulging milk-machines jiggle
when he whispered that on that ride he "would even let me  shift gears'
with his hand-rubbed stick shift" ~~ a part of him that I found out later
still worked very well. 

Obviously, rolling around in a wheel chair makes it hard to hide your
disability, but Johnny never would have tried, even if he could have. He
was always up-front and honest, completely changing my outlook of
disabled people. It's surprising the effect only *one* person can have.

I found out afterwards over coffee that he had lost the use of his legs five
years before in an automobile accident. His speeding car skidded on a wet
road and hit a tree, head on. Johnny feels that he was blessed that he even
lived. After a very tough year and one-half, during which he almost
committed suicide, he finally came to terms with both himself and his
disability, trying to turn it into a "positive" whenever possible. 

I guess that was one of the reasons I was attracted to him, I've been trying
to turn my pregnancy into a "positive" also. In our cases though, I fully
understand that is where the similarity ends. In a couple months, I can
leave my "disability" ~~ my bloated body ~~ behind while he has to live
with his for the rest of his life. Some people might criticize me for even
thinking of "my pregnancy" as a "disability," but after you go through
nine or more months of carrying this massive bulging belly and hugely
swollen breasts around, with all the problems that entails, it sure feels like
one !!

Anyway, for most of the evening, he had quite a view of my bulging
breasts and bloated belly from down there in my well-rounded black
maternity dress. Once, when I squatted down so he could whisper in my
ear, he almost nibbled it off with hot wet nips, sending tingles right down
to my warm moist pussy. 

We chatted, kidded, and teased each other for most of the evening. From
our actions, nobody would have guessed that we had just met that night.
Needless to say, by the time people started leaving, both of us were very
turned-on to each other. It was almost expected when he invited me home.
I wasn't sure what to expect, but he quietly and forcefully calmed my
fears, and I told him "Yes."

Upon entering his dark ground-floor apartment, Johnny's first words to me
were, "Kneel down next to me on the rug and close your eyes." 

When I asked, "Why ?" he just replied, "You'll see. Trust me. I will be
closing mine also."

Around my head, Johnny wrapped a black silk scarf for a blind-fold. "At
least the color matches my dress," I thought, adding, "I wonder if he has
any other kinkiness ?" 

Soon, I could feel his warm firm hands gently touching my red hair, then
moving down my face, sending tingles throughout my body. 

While still touching my face and neck, Johnny whispered, "I had to learn
Braille to help a blind friend learn how to read. I learned that by slowly
using *only* touch, a person actually "sees" more than they would quickly
using their eyes."

His touches made me only softly "sigh." After a few moments, I had to
add, "Johnny, my body really likes how you've learned to  see'." When
his finger trailed across my moist parted lips, I had to greatly resist just
sucking it in, like a hard stiff mini-penis.

Finished with my face, his warm fingers were now gently cupping and
squeezing my bulging breasts through my dress and nursing bra. He then
lifted each one slightly, hefting their full weight like a shopper checking
out a plump over-ripe melon. That made each long fat nipple jut straight
out, trying to gather as much of his attention as possible.

My panting bosom was delighted when Johnny unbuttoned the pearl
buttons down to my dress's empire waist, then slipped one hot naughty
hand underneath. His squeezing felt sooo good that my nipples hardened
even further into long fat bullets and my pussy began aching with an ever
growing desire. Each squeeze sent electrifying tingles through every cell
in my body, making me breath come in gasps.

Keeping my eyes closed, I decided to practice some Braille myself and
began running my hand up his unmoving legs. I quickly found that his
curled middle leg was no longer passive, but jumping around in his pants
with each of my touches. It felt overly thick, but not as long as others I've
massaged. Each gentle squeeze now brought a "moan" from Johnny.

Adeptly with only a single hand, Johnny unclasped both nursing flaps (I
couldn't even have done that!), exposing those wobbling twin peaks in all
their glory, hanging loose under my black dress. He just watched them
quickly rise and fall for a moment as my body became more and more
excited. 

Tweaking each nipple once or twice, he then quickly removed his warm
hand. Just those couple tweaks were enough to send a flood of thrills
throughout my bloated body, turning up the flame within my heating puss
even higher.

Both naughty hands now gently attacked my bloated belly through my
dress, caressing and stroking. Johnny even began tweaking my pop'd
coiled belly button under that material, trying to strum it like one of my
long fat nipples.

Slowly, he slid up the skirt of my black dress until it was bunched under
my bloated hanging breasts. Without a slip, that completely bared my huge
bloated beach-ball, stretch-marks and all. I arched my back, making it
stick out even further and my wiggly stem of a belly-button almost erect
itself straight out. If his eyes were open, that wiggling stem would have
looked like a mini-penis, or the tube to blow that beach-ball up even
further.

His hot hands felt even more exciting against the taut naked flesh of my
heaving beach-ball belly. Those caresses were causing my poor neglected
pussy to juice even more, making an even darker vertical wet spot on my
black panties. I'm sure Johnny could also smell the musky scent of my
ever increasing arousal.

Pretty soon, those hot hands were replaced by his hot wet lips as he kissed
the whole upper two-thirds of that beach-ball. Johnny didn't leave a single
square inch of taut flesh that wasn't wet and tingling from his kisses.
Reaching the top, he lifted my dress up even further to my armpits and
began kissing my hanging breasts all over. One more upward push and
that dress was completely off, lying in a black puddle on the floor.  

Finally, I had to stop him for a moment to catch my breath ~~ everything
was going a lot faster than I had ever expected. Only a half hour after
arriving at his place, here I was in only my lingerie, my bloated belly
almost bare and both udders hanging out. Even though his tact was unique,
I had quickly found, to my utter delight, that he acted no differently than
any other red-blooded male when presented with my huge udders on a
platter. 

Johnny stared at me with his smoldering green eyes, then asked, "Have
you ever made it with a guy still on his wheel chair ?"

Surprised, I replied, "I've never even met another guy in a wheel chair . . .
.. . . . besides, I'll never fit with this whale of a belly."

Johnny only smiled, then said, "Watch. Remember, I told you that the
arms come right off. This is the *deluxe* model. Also, the back reclines
down to about 30 degrees, so there is plenty of room for both you *and*
your huge bulging belly." From his confidence, I didn't think that this was
the first time he'd done this!

I was simply astounded. The back of his wheel chair reclined far enough to
almost make it a stretcher. With it reclined and the sides off, I could even
pounce on his lap facing him without any problems with even *my* huge
beach-ball belly.

That done, he looked at me through glazed eyes whispering, "Come to
papa, you beautiful sexy preggo."

I waddled toward him, pausing only long enough to struggle out of my
sopping wet panties. Even almost naked, I was heavily sweating ~~ partly
from the effort, partly from the anticipation.

With my bulging milk-jugs still hanging, fully exposed, in my black
nursing bra, there was no need to take that off also. Johnny seemed to fully
enjoy watching them sway, over-stuffed globes of creamy-white flesh
high-lighted against that black material.

His smoldering eyes intently watched my every movement. They again
noticed me eyeing the fat wiggling bulge in his pants. Staring directly at
my wet juicy puss, he spoke to it, "Don't worry, my legs may not work,
but my stiff   pleaser' is fully functional. I keep it in shape through
exercise almost daily." He added a "wink" for emphasis, while my wet
puss only "squished" in reply.

He had silently unbuttoned his shirt, and unbuckled, unzipped, then parted
his black pants. It was obvious through the "V" that he wasn't wearing any
briefs. He had a forest of long black hair from just below his flat navel to
the huge furry tuft sprouting out around the base of his tan fat cock.

That very fat stake was proudly standing straight up at attention. It was
only 4 to 5 inches long, but looked as fat around as a beer-can, but instead
of the pull-tab, there was a spurting flared piss-slit at the top. I suspected
that all the muscles he had lost in his legs *must* have migrated to that
wide tan sausage. I could vividly see those muscles rippling, veins almost
popping within that taut tan casing. 

Stopping next to Johnny, I slipped those sopping wet black panties over
his face. I made doubly sure the still-hot soaked crotch was directly over
his nose and mouth, letting him deeply inhale all my musky womanly
aroma. "I want him as hot as possible," I thought.

He "moaned" softly as his whole face was engulfed in the foggy scent of
my pregnant passion for him. His huge "Washington Monument" seemed
to jut up another couple inches, getting fatter and harder. It's deep purple
head bloated and flaring, his piss slit spitting, like a cobra waiting to
strike. I could now see him chew and suck, again and again, that wet
gooey crotch as he strained to taste, no savor, as much of my preggy
female nectar as possible. 

In between breaths, chews, and sucks, all Johnny could mumble was, "Sit
on me, Baby. Pleeeease sit on me. My body needs you sooo badly."

Johnny was still lovingly stroking that stake with both hands, getting it
harder than a huge iron railroad spike. With more than just a little fear, I
watched, mesmerized by his rising and falling slick hands, pearls and
pools of hot sticky precum bubbling out that flared piss-slit. Right now, I
didn't need his lubrication as my pouting pussy was hotly juicing enough
for both of us ~~ I just needed that plump pouting puss to stretch wider a
*bunch* more inches. 

More than ready, he slowly rolled down an extra-large lubricated condom
over that wide monster. (I would have sooo loved for those red-hot
squigglies to squirt throughout my body, but so close to birth I didn't want
to take any chance, even remote, of an infection.)

Gingerly straddling his lap, I positioned my pink dripping bulls-eye over
his fat firm spear. Those cool chrome bars on his convertible "wheels"
pressed tightly against my smooth bare legs, sparking a myriad of goose-
bumps. These cold shivers were directly opposing the heated thrills the
rest of my bloated body was feeling. I didn't know whether to "yelp" or to
"sigh." My tottering body finally compromised on a loud
"OHHHHhhhhhhh" as I could feel his bloated cock head lightly rub
between my slick pouting lips.

Slowly, I lowered my almost-naked bloated body onto the puffed-up
purple tip of that fat iron spike. Johnny's strong hot hands pressed against
my wide sides both helped steady me, and encourage me to drop further at
the same time. They also kept this heavy lump from plummeting too fast
and spearing my poor babies ~~ my body wasn't a lightweight spring
chicken anymore, now more like a bloated corn-fed Butterball turkey.

Suddenly, I loudly "gasped," feeling a searing pain, as his fat purple crown
finally stretched my well-lubricated love-canal wide enough to plow
inside. My teetering body felt like the breath was knocked out of it, but I
couldn't topple, I was firmly skewered with nowhere to go, but down !! 

[End of Part 1b]


