In a Family Way

"I know what you mean. When I met you, I'd never made love to a pregnant woman before, although I was curious. Now that I've done so, making love to a women who's not pregnant will just never be the same." I kissed here. She moved her legs to the side of the couch so that I could penetrate her. As I did, she moaned. "Did that hurt?"

"No, it feels awesome. Come on baby, make love to me," she pleaded tiredly. Afterward, I helped her up. When she stood, her belly was like a round shelf. Under her belly, you'd stay dry in a rainstorm. I moved my hands around her belly and under her belly. As she moved, her body seemed to rotate around the belly, as though the belly were moving her. She gently pushed me onto the floor, then carefully lowered her heavy belly down, with her body following. She mounted me slowly. Her belly touched my chest as she leaned to put my dick into her. Slowly, she moved up and down in a gentle yet deliberate manner of lovemaking. I couldn't reach her breasts, but her belly was so close that I could almost lick her belly button. We then got up, picked up her suitcase, and went to the hospital. Our daughter Christine was born late that night.

Chapter 13

Deidre and Cassandra were home taking care of Christine while Samantha and I went out for the afternoon and dinner. I took her to a nice place in San Francisco so that she could get some rest and relaxation.

"My boobs are going to explode," she said over dessert.

"Hmm?" I couldn't believe that she said that.

"Ya, without Christine to drink the milk, it just stores up! They're going to explode. It's been 12 hours since she ate last!"

"Does it hurt?"

"Ya, it hurts. It's almost like having to pee, but there isn't a place to get rid of excess milk!"

"Sure there is," I said playfully.

"Well, I suppose...." She had caught on.

We paid the bill, and went to the handicap restroom at the restaurant. It was private, and we definitely needed privacy for this. I locked the door, and when I turned toward her, she had already started to take off her leather jacket. The white cotton knit sweater that she was wearing was wet with milk. I helped her remove it, then the bra. Her bra, over­sized for just this sort of eventuality, was straining to contain her breasts. When I pulled the bra off, her breasts didn't drop the way normal breasts do, they stayed there like rocks! The pressure of the milk held them taught like overfilled balloons! Also, normally breasts point basically forward. Well, her breasts were so engorged that they pointed out to the sides a little, strictly following the contour of her chest. When viewed from the front, they had their own profile too, they were bloated on the sides too! I had never seen breasts like that before.

"Careful, they're really tender."

"OK," I said. I didn't want to make her mad doing what I desperately wanted to do. I put my hands on them. They were hard, solid, almost as though they were made of warm, soft marble. As soon as I touched them, milk began to drip from them. I couldn't keep up with the flow. She let one drip into a sink while I licked the warm milk from the other. As soon as I had one breast under control, I moved on to the other. I must have has about two pints of breast milk in that restaurant that night. As we left, she rubbed some milk out of my hair.

"Thanks, I needed that!"

"You're welcome, I needed that too.

We got back late that night. Samantha got Christine and went to bed with her. I climbed into bed with Deidre and Cassandra, who were sleeping together. I put my arm around Cassandra. It wasn't possible to get my arm all the way around her in bed anymore, so I turned over and put my arm around Deidre, who was more reasonably sized. I lay there thinking that Deidre was only 4 weeks away, and Cassandra was nine weeks away. In nine weeks, it'd all be over. I was glad when Deidre woke up and asked me to tease her some. We made love quietly while Cassandra slept.

In the morning, I got up and made breakfast. Samantha was already awake and feeding Christine. Deidre came down a few minutes later.

"Cassandra is hungry, did you make any for her?"

"Ya, tell her I'll be up in a few minutes." Cassandra had been asked by the doctor to take it easy. Her belly was colossal by any standard, 55 inches around at the largest point. Her skin was so tight that it looked more like a round drum head than a pregnant belly. She had to stop driving her jeep a few weeks prior because she couldn't reach the pedals with the seat back as far as it needed to be to fit her belly! I went up with breakfast. She ate fast, trying to keep her babies satisfied with nutrition. "Come here," she asked. I went to her bedside. She pulled me down and kissed me, while she put her hand on my sweatpant shorts. She pushed her hand into the leg hole and grabbed my cock gently but firmly. "I want to make love, right now. Go close the door." I complied. "Help me up."

As she stood, the immense weight of her belly was apparent as it seemed to move on its own! In spite of being athletic, the belly was getting the best of her. She rubbed her belly up and down, and it seemed to respond by moving up and down a little. I lay down, and she got on top of me. When she leaned forward to let me suck on her boobs, her belly pushed on mine, making it nearly impossible to breathe! We made love, which she seemed to entirely enjoy.

Chapter 14

The thing that slowed us down most going to the hospital with Deidre was getting Cassandra and her 57 inch belly into the car. It was a good thing that my car had some space, since Samantha's Del Sol wasn't enough for 3, Deidre rode a motorcycle, and Cassandra's jeep wasn't running well. We thought that Deidre should probably not take the bike with a 51 inch girth.

After a long delivery, I was the proud father of a second daughter.

Later that night as Cassandra and I lay awake in bed, we wondered what her delivery would be like. I caressed her round, firm breasts, massaged her huge belly, and excited her with my fingers. She was loving it. She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and looked at me. I looked at her belly drooping nearly to the mattress as her luscious breasts hung like full water balloons downward. I cupped them in my hands as if to take some of the weight burden away. She crawled on top of me, sitting up so as to make enough room for her belly. Slowly she made love to me. I rubbed her belly with lotion as we made love. Her strokes were slow and deliberate, since it took her a lot of effort to move her heavy belly up and down.

After we were done, she was still on top looking down at me. "Thank you so much for this," as she stroked her belly. This is what I've always wanted. I hope that after this, you'll stay with us. None of us can imaging not having you with us."

"I'd love to. I love you all so much, and I love my daughters too."

"Oooohhh!" She was having a contraction. All she could do was to pant a little. As soon as it was over, she lay down. It was time. After 36 weeks, the twins had decided that they were ready.

By noon on April 12th, I was the proud father of a new little girl and boy.

I stayed with our extended family, and continue to enjoy watching our kids grow up together. I never married though, since that'd be unfair to two other women who I loved dearly. Later that year, we Deidre and Samantha both conceived again, and the year after that, Cassandra conceived once again. We now have 7 kids, which isn't too tough with four parents!