5 comments/ 111652 views/ 12 favorites A Life Changing Experience By: plumpandtight When I was nineteen I was the victim of a horrible rape. It happened the day after my birthday. Two friends of mine, Sally and Ann, had joined me in playing hooky from work that day. We told our parents that we were sick, waited for them to go to work, and then put on our bikinis and take the bus to head the beach. I remember it as though it happened yesterday. I had spent the morning trimming my pubic hairs so that they would not show from beneath the new French-cut bikini my aunt Karen had given me as a present. The bikini—a day-glo pink and green number with an itsy bitsy bra, and bottoms that were almost a thong—was much skimpier than others that I had owned and I remember mom giving her sister a dirty look when I opened it. Anyway, as I worked the razor around the edges of my labia I noticed moisture beginning to form around the hood of my clit. Swiping away a bead of my juice, I brushed the head of my clit and it felt very nice. So nice, that I masturbated right there on the bathroom floor, diddling myself with a brush handle to a delicious orgasm without even bothering to get up and lock the bathroom door. A fact I soon rued when my best friend, Ann, showed up in the doorway. "What on earth are you doing?" "Cleaning up a little pubic hair," I lamely stammered as Ann stared at the brush in my hand. "With the handle of a brush, I think you were, ah, you know. Anyway, gross!" "No I wasn't! Now go down stairs and wait. I'll be right out." God! I was sooo embarrassed. I waited a couple of minutes to compose myself and then stepped out into the hall in that new bikini and announced: "Ta, da!" By that time, Sally, my other friend was standing in the entry way talking to Ann. They both looked at me and then at each other. "Slut!" They cried out in unison... I wasn't really offended as my mind was still drifting off to the violent abuse I had just inflicted on my virgin pussy... I remember worrying that I might have abused myself so deep that I'd torn my hymen... At the bus stop we were gabbing among ourselves and barely noticed the black sedan that slowed as it passed and then turned around and came back towards us. The car slowed at the curb and, suddenly, two guys in masks jumped out brandishing guns and ushered us into the back of the vehicle. We were all very frightened and I remember Sally crying until the guy in the passenger seat turned around and slapped her hard across the face and shouted. "Shut-up bitch! Or I'll give you something to cry about." I watched as Sally choked off her sobs and dropped her head to her chest. I think we all thought we were going to die... After driving for what seemed like a very long time, the car pulled into a warehouse where we were pulled from the back seat and bound with our hands behind our backs. What happened next was a horror that no one would wish on their worst enemy. The men snipped our bikinis to bits with a pair of scissors leaving the three of us standing there naked. From there they pinched our breasts and ran their hands all over our young bodies. I think I got the most attention—mostly on account of the fact that my breasts were more developed than the others. In fact, I heard one of the guys complain that Ann looked a little too much like a little boy. The handling got rougher and more intimate as fingers were jammed into my vagina and bottom and teeth bit at my nipples and neck. Finally, they forced me to my knees and before I knew it a huge penis was left dangling in front of my face. "Show your girlfriends how to suck cock," the guy said as he grabbed the back of my neck and forced his turgid member past my reluctant lips. I was scared, but I must admit the velvety nature of the knob pushing against my tongue felt, well, I sorta liked it. Too, as that huge penis forced deeper into my gaping mouth, I felt a rush of wetness in my loins. The guy fucked my mouth for awhile while his friend made Ann and Sally take turns sucking his penis. And then they switched positions and I sucked the smaller penis until the guy let out a groan, pulled his penis from my mouth and shot cum all over my young breasts. To my otherwise naïve senses the action was so graphic, so erotic, that it caused my vaginal walls to contract in tiny orgasmic spasms. I was embarrassed to think that this violent act of sex was turning me on so much and I hoped that I could control myself and that the others would not realize what was happening to me. Of course, the other girls were obviously distraught, they gagged on the larger cock and cried and had to be slapped and so on just to keep them from wailing. They fucked Ann first. The guy with the smaller dick picked her up and laid her across a saw horse and then unceremoniously deflowered her, squelching her screams by stuffing her shredded bikini bottom in her mouth. Again, I hate to admit this, but watching her being ravished made my juices run even more. Little Dick banged away for awhile and then backed off to give Big Dick a chance. Big Dick grabbed her at the waist and buried his huge member all the way into her in one quick stroke. Ann raised her head and stamped her feet at the intrusion, but Big Dick didn't care if it hurt—he just laughed and kept ramming it home. After a while Ann stopped thrashing, I think she passed out. Disappointed, Big Dick pulled his penis out of her and turned his attention to Sally. "Lick your friend's pussy juice off my knob," he demanded. Sally nodded her head no and tried to back away, but Big Dick's hand snapped out and grabbed her roughly by the breast... Big Dick gave her nipple a fierce pinch which sent Sally flopping to her knees where he descended on her with his cock in his hand. "Do what I told you." Sally quickly complied sliding her mouth over his bulbous head while huge tears streaked her mascara onto her cheeks. He fucked her mouth and then laid her on the floor. "Come here bitch," he ordered me. I came to him on my knees and then he put his hand on the back of my head and forced my face into Sally's crotch. "Get her ready for me." I didn't know what he meant until he shoved my face into her vagina and told me to lick it. I did as I was told running my tongue along Sally's dry crease, testing the bud of her clit and then extending down. Up and down I licked, up and down. And, slowly but surely Sally's juices began to flow. I could hear her quietly crying above me, but the resistance in her loins diminished with each pass of my tongue along her slit. On one pass I dared to push my tongue into the opening of the slit, eliciting a soft: "oh my god" from Sally. "Good bitch," Big Dick said, "You lick pussy as well as you suck dick." Then he reached for my nipples giving them a hard tweak that sent another wave of spasms through my vagina. Finally, he pulled me off of her and climbed on top, slamming his huge penis into Sally's vagina. As he entered her she let out a muffled scream and then tried to push with her torso to get him off of her. Big Dick responded by becoming violent. He slapped her face and put his hands on her throat all the while thrusting his pelvis like a mad man. Finally, he let out a big grunt, pulled his penis out and came all over her face. In the meantime, Little Dick was kneading my breasts and ass until his hand wandered to my crotch and then a finger entered me and, just as quickly, withdrew. "Yo bro, this one is dripping wet. I think she likes it." He was right. I did like it. Even so, I was terribly embarrassed. I could see Ann lying against the saw horse giving me a strange look. I could not look either friend in the eye as Little Dick continued to manipulate my slick labia. "Look, she's got a shaved cunt and everything. Are you a virgin?" I looked at him and nodded yes. "Yeah right," he laughed as he flipped me on my stomach and lined his penis up with my dripping vagina. When he entered me I thought I died and went to heaven. I cried out, but it was not from pain, rather pleasure. As Little Dick took my cherry, Big Dick was rubbing his penis all around Sally's face, making her suck her juices off of him, bringing him back to life. I watched his cock swell as the one inside me worked me into a frenzied state. Then it hit me. Without warning a series of orgasms ripped through my young body and I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Yesss! Yesss!" Big Dick let out a laugh and then Little Dick erupted inside me. God, it felt wonderful. After that both guys practically ignored the other two girls, and started using me the way I imagine two guys might use a whore. They called me a slut and teased me for getting off so easy. And then Big Dick fucked me. And when Big Dick fucked me my life was changed forever. He showed no mercy—just put me on my back, hiked my knees up to my ears and started hammering me. And as he hammered away I could not help myself. Orgasm after orgasm wracked my body to the point that when he tried to withdraw I begged him not to stop. Both guys fucked me two or three more times, making Ann and Sally lick away their seed and then go down on each other to give the bro's "something different to get their dicks hard." We were held in that warehouse for the better part of the day as the fuck toys of those two perverted men—and, as much as it was terrifying. I loved every minute of the sex. I loved it so much that eventually they undid my arms so that I could use my hands to encourage their ferocious thrusts. Of course, when it was over, I felt terribly used and embarrassed. In fact, I didn't want to tell anyone about the experience, but the other girls, worried about STDs and frightened nearly out of their minds, demanded that we go to the police right away. The police interviewed each of us which caused me no end of worry on account of the fact that the other two girls thought I was weird for getting off on it so much. I told them that I was faking it to stop them from killing us, but I don't think they believed me. Incidentally, the perpetrators were caught when DNA from skin found under my fingernails matched that of two child-rapists who had recently been released from prison. I told the police the skin got there as a result of my scratching to get away from the men, but the truth be told the scratching I'd been doing had come in throes of a huge orgasm from having Little Dick in my bottom while Big Dick banged away at my vagina. The rape pretty much ended our respective childhoods and affected us well into adulthood. Ann and Sally, for example, both became lesbians while I avoided sex all the way into my twenties. And when I finally did marry I chose a slightly built guy with a tiny libido and a dick to match. I have always suspected that Jerry is a closet gay guy. He is every effeminate and seems to have more interest in men than women. Even so, I thought he was perfect for me as I was confused about sex and had this disgust for myself over the pleasure I had derived from that childhood experience. But as time passed it became clear to both of us that we wanted something more. After several frank discussions we decided to explore a variety of sexual adventures in an attempt to find our true selves. The results were disastrous. Sex outside our marriage wasn't that much more exciting as it was in the marriage. Most of the men, for example, had better than average cocks, but none could match the size and violence of my first experience. Thus, it was more degrading than anything else. I might have gone through the rest of my life unsatisfied, but then, on a whim, we decided to do some sun-bathing at a nude beach not far from our home. We were stretched out on our towels, looking over the talent when I spied this big black guy with a metal detector walking naked along the waterline. He was big and fat and dangling between his legs was the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life. As soon as I saw it I felt my stomach muscles tighten and my insides go limp. I wanted that cock to rape me and I wanted it more than anything in the world. When I looked over at Jerry he was deep in a book, so I told him that I was going to do a little "exploring," and got up to follow the big black guy down the beach. It wasn't long before he headed towards the parking area. I followed him to his van where he opened the back door and stowed his metal detector. When he turned around I was standing naked right in front of him. "Please rape me," I whispered and then looked down at the ground. He let out a big laugh and said something about this being a setup. "Get out of here bitch." "Please rape me. I want you to hurt me with that big penis." I took a timid hand and reached for it. "What the fuck!" he demanded grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the van. "Rape me," I demanded again. "What's the matter with you lady? And, by the way, it ain't no penis—it's a cock." "Then I need you to violently fuck me with that big cock of yours," I calmly replied as I dropped to my knees and began to fondle his quickly hardening member. "I'll split you in two, little girl," he mumbled as I tried to fit the head of that huge snake into my mouth. "Please do, please?" I looked up at him and started giving him a blow job. "All right then," he looked around a bit and then bent at the waist and picked me up like a rag doll and tossed me face first into the van. Within seconds he was all over me, pinching my breasts, while jabbing a finger into my dripping sex. He added a second finger and then a third all the while thrusting and pinching and pulling until finally I felt the knob of his cockhead pushing at my entrance. The reaming Glenn gave me was the sex I had been looking for every since that fateful day when we were gang raped. I creamed all over his massive cock as it invaded the spaces that had not been visited since that day. The length and breadth of his member combined with his furious thrusts bruised me deep in my cervix, leaving me in a constant state of orgasm. My cries went from "Yes, Yes" to a jumble of unintelligible swear words ending with the encouragement "...fuck me harder, harder..." Finally, he let out a huge grunt and blasted what seemed to be a gallon of spunk deep inside my womb... He shot so much spunk it spilled out around his cock running down my ass crack into a gooey puddle beneath me. And then my husband showed up. And that is when I discovered that Glenn is gay by nature. He took one look at Jerry and Jerry at him and then at me, and, soon after, Jerry could be found on his knees kissing Glenn's spent cock. Confirming my suspicions as to his nature, my husband of seven years eagerly lapped Glen's glans licking his seed and my juices from that magnificent piece of man meat. And when it got it hard again Glenn picked Jerry up and laid him on his back in the van and then bent over him pinning his legs to his ears with the bulk of his hairy body. I crawled to the side just in time to see Glenn enter Jerry's ass. As his massive organ blasted through my husband's sphincter, Jerry let out an anguished yelp followed by "Oh my god, oh my god." After about six strong strokes, Jerry's ass had accommodated Glenn's girth (he must have been fucking himself with dildos to take it so easily) and his little pecker got stiff as a board. The tenth thrust drove Jerry over the edge. His tiny cock erupted, shooting stream after stream of white hot jism right into his own face. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen. All the while Jerry, in a voice eerily similar to Ann's kept crying out "I give, I give, take me, take me." This further inflamed Glenn who redoubled his efforts. "You're goddamn right you give! You little bitch, I'm going to fuck you raw! And then I'm gonna fuck your wife's ass too!" I blushed at the thought. It was happening... It was happening to both of us and at the same time... Anyway, when Glenn had thoroughly plundered Jerry's ass he pulled out and shot his seed in Jerry's face where it mingled with his own. Glenn then sat beside Jerry and started whipping his ass with his bare hand. "Good little bitch!" he sighed and then turned to me. "I'd love to turn your ass out too honey, but I walked damn near ten miles today and fucking the both of you has left me too tired to give you a proper workout. Anyway, I really like your boy's ass and I'm taking with me. Ok, little boy?" He put his hand under Jerry's chin as his spoke and Jerry nuzzled it just like a woman might do. "I'll give you my address, and, if you like, you can come by for some more of this. You might bring an overnight bag. I'm having some guys over and they are all hung like me." As you can imagine, I memorized his address, hurried home to grab a few things, and now we belong to Glenn and his friends... A Life Changing Experience It had been a long day, and all Jim Reynolds wanted to think about was taking in an evening run and enjoying a quiet Friday night at home. He had a full weekend planned ahead of him, finishing up the renovation work on his latest real estate investment. Running and working was his way of staving off depression. Since his divorce five years ago, he had been buying older homes, living in them while he updated them, and then selling them. If you didn't mind living in substandard conditions for a while, it was a good way to make a tidy profit outside regular work, and keep your mind off growing old alone. His latest project was nearing completion, but he had run into a snag with some plumbing and air conditioning problems. He figured he had about one more week before the house was livable, and then he would start selling it. It took him less than five minutes to change into his running clothes, and as he walked out the door he was thankful that the heat of the day had passed and it was getting dark. He took off at a brisk pace, hoping to get in 3-5 miles. His running habit had kept his old body lean and fit, in much better condition than most his age. Jim was nearing the end of his run when he came up on a young couple apparently having an argument in the street. The girl was getting up off the ground and the guy was yelling at her. It didn't look right, so he slowed to a walk to make sure the girl was ok. He heard the man telling the girl to shut up and get in the car, and she was resisting. The man apparently didn't see Jim coming up, and he grabbed the girl by the arm and tried to muscle her into the car. "Hang on there, is everything ok here?" said Jim. The man turned in surprise. "Yes, we're fine," he said quickly, not letting go of the girl's arm. Jim had a life-long philosophy of avoiding trouble, but he wasn't about to let the man take the girl against her will. She looked scared, and was crying. "Do you want to go with him?" Jim asked her. She looked at Jim, and then at the man, and then at the ground. Slowly, she shook her head no. The man got really perturbed, said something harsh to her that Jim couldn't hear, and again tried to pull her by the arm toward the car. Jim took a deep breath and steeled his will. "I can't let you take her if she doesn't want to go," Jim said with as much authority as he could muster. While Jim was older, the other guy was half a foot taller and 50 pounds of muscle heavier. The man turned to glare at him. "Yeah," he said. "And who are you?" Jim tried to keep his cool, knowing he wasn't going to win a fight. "I'm a cop," he said. "And if you don't let go of her, I'm going to have you arrested." The guy's eyes got big, his arm loosened its grip, and Jim could see his boldness waiver. "Whatever," the guy said. He half pushed the girl away, got into the car and drove off. Jim walked over to make sure the girl was ok, and as he got close to her he could see that her legs were dirty and one was bleeding. She was crying, and shaking. "Hey, are you ok?" Jim said, touching her arm to console her. When she looked up at him, Jim realized for the first time that she was extremely attractive. She breathed in slowly to steady herself. "Yes, I'm ok," she said slowly. "Thank you so much for stopping, I'm no match for my boyfriend...my ex-boyfriend." "I'm glad I was here," said Jim. "I live around the corner, can I give you a lift somewhere?" The girl looked around and suddenly seemed to realize she didn't have a ride, it was nearly dark, and her best option was a stranger. She looked at him carefully, trying to gauge his intentions. "You... you're Mr... you're Beth's dad," she said suddenly. Caught by surprise, Jim looked at the girl again to figure out who she was. Jim's daughter Beth was 20 years old and spending the summer interning in another city. He had no clue who this girl was, but was guessing it was on of Beth's friends from high school. "I'm Maggie, Maggie Grogan, I used to hang out with your daughter in high school. Jim's mind tried to rewind, tried to place the girl, and he suddenly remembered Maggie Grogan. Only the Maggie he remembered was an awkward teenager with straggly hair and braces, who had so much trouble getting a date she took her little brother to the prom. "Maggie, right, I remember you," he said. Before he could stop himself he started a sentence he couldn't finish. "You've gotten....really...a lot .... different — you're a lot taller," he stammered out. Despite her predicament, Maggie couldn't help but smile, and for the first time Jim saw the resemblance to the Maggie he remembered. She was a homely teenager, but she always had a great smile. "Wait, I didn't know you were a cop," she said curiously. "I'm not," he said. "But that line works every time." On the short walk back to the house, Jim learned that Maggie had finished her second year at the local college and was working as a waitress over the summer. She had been dating Bill, her now ex-boyfriend, for about six months and it had been going poorly for a while. Unfortunately she had moved in with him about a month ago, so she was currently without a place to go. She had a friend she could stay with, and the plan was to call her from Jim's house. When they got back to the house, Maggie tried unsuccessfully to call her friend. "Well, let me take care of that leg while we're waiting," Jim said, pointing her toward the kitchen. Maggie looked down at her bloody leg and nodded. They walked into the kitchen and Jim had Maggie sit down on a kitchen chair. As he wet a towel in the sink, he explained that the kitchen sink was the only plumbing that was currently working. "How do you take a shower?" Maggie asked with a grin. "The last few days I've been using a hot tub I have on the deck," Jim said. He kneeled in front of Maggie and began cleaning the blood and dirt off her legs. "Oh," said Maggie, and her eyebrows raised with what Jim thought was something between understanding and interest. As he rubbed the cloth up and down first one leg and then the other, Jim became aware of Maggie's young, toned legs. Her black skirt came up about mid thigh, and she coyly pulled the skirt up a little higher so he could clean the blood off. The higher the skirt got, the more he saw of her tanned, muscular legs and Jim suddenly became flustered at the realization that he was stroking his daughter's friend's legs. He stopped suddenly, rose to his feet, and pretended to survey his work, but mostly just enjoyed looking at her legs. "Well, I got most of it cleaned up," he said. "Your... you have very nice legs." "Good job," she said, smiling and looking at her legs and then him. "I don't want to keep you from anything." "Well, I am a little sweaty and need to get cleaned up," he said. "I'm going to jump in the tub and get cleaned up, make yourself at home and I'll drive you to your friend's in a little while." "Ok, I'll try to call again in a little while," she said. Jim stepped out onto the deck, flipped the jets on the hot tub, peeled his sweaty shirt off and stepped into the tub. He leaned back and closed his eyes, and made a conscious effort to not think about the fact that there was a very attractive girl a lot younger than him in his kitchen. There is no way she is interested in you, he thought. If you hit on her you're going to be humiliated. You can't handle rejection right now. When he opened his eyes again, she was standing beside the hot tub, looking at him, smiling. "You look relaxed, do you want me to get you a beer?" she asked. "Ah... sure," Jim said, thinking a beer right now would be a bad idea that would taste really good. As she walked back into the house, she stopped and turned to look back at him. "Do you mind if I have one?" she asked smiling. Jim felt a combination of embarrassment for being a bad host and weirdness for giving a beer to one of his daughter's friends, but he nodded and gave her a thumbs up. She returned with two cold ones and sat down in a lawn chair by the hot tub. She had taken her shoes off and stretched her long legs out in front of her, causing Jim to drink close to half the beer in one swig. Young, hot women are not attracted to old guys, he told himself. Jim tried to keep the conversation light as they sipped the beers, him in the hot tub and her in the lawn chair. It was a beautiful, but humid night, and you could look up and see stars from the open air deck. In the distance, there was a faraway flash of lightning, portending a coming storm. The beer had gone straight to Jim's head, as he had not eaten dinner, and his mind kept wandering as he looked at Maggie, who was recalling a story about a time when she and several friends had come to Beth's for a sleepover, and had decided to catch all the neighborhood cats and herd them into Beth's bedroom. But then the door got left open and a dozen cats were running loose in the house. "I remember one of them ran into your bedroom, and I ran right in after it," she said. "Just as I caught it, I looked up and you were standing in the bathroom with a towel on. I don't think you saw me." Jim laughed and scratched his chin. "I don't remember that!" "Well, I remembered!" said Maggie, and suddenly realizing that she may have spoken the words to emphatically, she continued on. "Beth's mom was so mad she sent us all home." Jim rolled his eyes. He kept telling himself he was imagining things, but it seemed like Maggie kept looking down at his bare chest as she was telling the story. "Why did you and Beth's mom get divorced?" Maggie said, taking a long draw off the beer. Jim usually gave a stock answer to the question, but he decided to be honest for a change. "She found another guy, decided things would be better there." Jim felt Maggie's eyes linger for a moment, drift up and down his chest. "I can't imagine," she said quietly. Jim let that go, but he could feel his heart skip a beat. They sat in silence for a while, enjoying the night and watching the lightning in the distance. Eventually Maggie broke the silence. "I think some of that road dirt got ground into my leg, I can't get it out," she said, looking at her leg. "Do you mind if I join you in there?" Jim again felt his heart skip. "Ah... of course," he stammered. "Beth keeps some clothes here in the second room on the right, I think she has a bathing suit in there." Maggie stood up and nodded. "OK, be right back." Jim sat up in the tub, stunned, listening to the bubbles gurgling up around him in the tub. She was going to get into the hot tub. With him. Don't get carried away, he thought to himself. She is just being friendly. When Maggie came back out on the deck, Jim's heart didn't skip a beat, it stopped completely. Dressed in his daughter's sexy yellow swimsuit, carrying a beer in each hand, she was absolutely stunning. He knew she was fit before, but the swimsuit revealed a completely perfect body. Flat, toned stomach, long, lean legs, soft, shapely breasts. She stepped into the tub just a few feet from him, giving him a mind numbing look at her incredible body, handed him his beer, and eased down into the water opposite him in the tub. If Jim had not gone completely numb, his mouth would've been hanging wide open. "You look very nice in that suit," said Jim, trying to sound patronly. "Thanks, its a good thing I'm about the same size as Beth," she said. "The water feels great." Maggie slipped forward in the tub, letting her head sink below the water. It was an average size tub, so when she moved forward her legs came forward far enough to brush against Jim's legs, and the light touch was electrifying. He realized, with a mix of arousal and embarrassment, that his cock had grown quite hard and was pushing the limits of his running shorts. Maggie came back up out of the water and sat back against the edge of the hot tub, her torso out of the water, her arms resting behind her, her eyes closed. She was an incredible vision, and Jim got the sense that she knew he was looking at her and she wanted him to. That was a good thing, because he could not take his eyes off her. She's just teasing you old man, he thought. She's going to tell all her friends about how she teased an old man until he made a pass at her, and then how she shot him down. As they sat in the gurgling peace of the hot tub, the storm that had been off in the distance gradually moved closer. Flashes of lightning began to become brighter, and the slow, steady roll of thunder began to get louder. After a long quiet spell, there was a bright flash and a loud crack, and both sat forward in the tub. "I guess we'd better get out," Jim said, and he began to stand up before remembering that the protrusion in his shorts was going to be an issue. As he came out of the water he turned to the side and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. When he turned back to look at Maggie, she had a sly grin on her face, and he got the impression that he had not been successful at hiding his arousal. She stood up and he handed her a towel, and as the first few drops of rain began to fall they clamored back into the house. They had just gotten back into the house and were standing in the kitchen when another flash of lightning hit, a huge crack of thunder, and the lights blinked and nearly went out. "That was close, we almost got caught in the dark," Jim said. Almost immediately, another boom, the lights went out and completely and the two of them were in total darkness waiting for their eyes to adjust. "I guess that one was closer," whispered Maggie. "At least now we can take the towels off." Jim had a mental image of Maggie standing a few feet away from him, taking her towel off, standing there in the kitchen in a swimsuit. "I've got some candles in the cabinet behind you," he said. "Let me slide by you and I'll get them." They both chose the same direction to go by one another, and walked straight into each other in the dark. Jim's reached out to steady her from the contact, and his hands found the warm bare skin of her torso. He felt her hands come up instinctively onto his chest, but it was still so dark he couldn't see anything. "Oops," said Maggie, giggling hysterically. Her laughter made him laugh as well. He backed away from her. "Ok, I'll go right and you go left," he said, not realizing that while the directions were different, they were facing each other, so when they started forward again they ended up at the same place, bumping into each other in a half embrace in the dark. Now they were both giggling, realizing their mistake. Jim's hands felt so warm and good on Maggie's beautiful body he did not want to let the embrace end. "Well now that I know where you are NOW, let me just waltz by you to get to the candles," Jim said, still laughing. They moved in unison this time, their bodies still in a half embrace, until he had moved around to the other side of her. There eyes had adjusted enough to make out shapes in the dark, but they still lingered in the embrace, before Jim finally eased away and turned to the cabinet, his mind and body on fire. As the light from the first candle bathed the kitchen in warm light, he saw Maggie coming into focus, standing in the middle of the kitchen with a smile on her face, looking a bit flushed. She had indeed taken off her towel, and looked even more glorious in the soft glow of the candlelight. Another ominous roll of thunder caused her to turned her attention to the window. "I wonder how long this storm is going to be," she said. "Its probably a bad idea to drive me somewhere in this." Jim looked at his watch, it was past 10, and then outside, where the rain was coming down in sheets. "Maggie, you are welcome to stay here the night, you can take the bed and I'll take the couch, and then I'll take you to your friend's house tomorrow," he said. "I think Beth has some pajamas or whatever here you can borrow." Maggie nodded in agreement, and they had the usual standard battle you would expect over who gets the couch and who gets the bed, but Jim was insistent. The arrangements settled, they each took a candle and went their separate ways to put on some dry clothes. As he walked back to the bedroom to change clothes, Jim was trying to appear cool and calm, but inside his mind and body were in turmoil. Either he was being hit on by a beautiful girl way younger than he was, or he was totally misreading the situation. His mind replayed the events of the evening as he slowly changed out of his wet shorts and into some dry ones. He stopped for a moment to look at himself in the mirror, trying to convince himself he was still desirable. Then he thought about Maggie, and felt like kicking himself for thinking that a girl that young and attractive would be interested in him. As he pulled a t-shirt on a flash of lightning lit up the room, and he thought he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. When he looked in that direction he noticed the bedroom door was slightly ajar. Had she been looking in? Did she think he was a pervert leaving the door half open? Or a dork for not taking her into his arms? He shook it off and walked back into the kitchen. It was still raining and storming, but his eyes had adjusted to the darkness so he could make out shapes pretty well. He was putting a blanket down on the couch when Maggie came out, holding a candle, dressed in a short, silky white bathrobe. "I'm going to turn in, but I wanted to tell you again how much I appreciate everything," she said softly. Jim was only half listening, his mind entranced by how good she looked in white, how aroused he had become once again. He had made up his mind that she was worth taking a chance for. He was going to walk right up and take her into his arms, pull her close and give her a night of passion she would never forget. Or be slapped and embarrassed. He never got the chance to find out. "Anyway, I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't been there," she continued. "Thanks so much for being there for me, Mr. Reynolds." Mr. Reynolds. MR. Reynolds. The words rung a thousand times in his ears. He caught his breath enough to respond. "I'm glad I was there to help honey," he said. "I'll see you in the morning." With that she turned slowly and walked to his bedroom, the one where he had just been changing clothes. He watched her long silky legs moving like works of art, go into the room and pull the door closed. Jim Reynolds felt the air and the blood and most of the heart go out of him. He felt old, foolish, even a little perverted. He laid back on the couch, put his hands behind his head, and counted the raindrops hitting the skylight. Two hours later, he was still staring up at the ceiling. The rain had stopped and it had gotten warmer, and his mind kept going back to scenes from earlier, which wasn't helping to cool him off. Flustered by the heat and pent up frustration, he took his shirt off and pushed the sheet down to his waist. At some point he half dozed off, lying on his back, and he heard a noise that woke him up. It was Maggie, standing beside the couch, looking down at him. "I...I couldn't sleep," she said slowly. "Yeah, I'm sorry it gets hot in here without the a/c," he said. "Its not that," she replied. "There's something I need to tell you." Jim sat up slightly on the arm of the couch and gave her his full attention. In doing so he opened up some space beside him on the couch, and she took it as an invitation and sat down by his waist on the couch. He was fighting the urge to become aroused again, when he noticed that up close it was apparent that Maggie was upset. He impulsively laid a hand on her arm and asked her what was wrong. A Life Changing Experience Maggie took a deep breath to settle herself before starting her story. "You told me something a long time ago that changed my life," she said quietly. "I was spending the night with Beth. It was late, I was in the kitchen when you came home. I was crying. and you asked me what was wrong." Something clicked in the back of Jim's mind and he had an unexpectedly vivid flash of memory. A summer night, many years ago, he had been working late. It had been a miserable day, and it had been raining, raining hard, he had dropped some important papers on the way inside and was just about to scream when he had seen Maggie, crying softly in the kitchen. His memory played out as she retold the story. "I didn't want to talk about it, but you insisted, so I told you," Maggie continued. "Beth and I had been talking about boys we liked, and we had called this boy that I thought was cute. I asked him if he thought I was pretty. He said I was pretty...ugly. He said even time couldn't fix me, I'd never be beautiful. I was 14 years old. I was devastated." Maggie's eyes teared up as she told the story. Jim was transfixed on her, watching her now and trying to remember the past. "I'll never forget what you told me," she said slowly. "You told me that I was not going to be beautiful someday." Jim's eyes narrowed as he tried to remember. Maggie's hand came forward to steady herself, and her hand came to rest on Jim's chest. She stifled a sob and collected herself. "You told me I was beautiful now," she continued. "You told me that I would always be beautiful. And you told me that anyone who said differently was an idiot." Unable to control her emotion, she fell forward, her head on his chest. Jim put his arm on her back to comfort her, feeling her soft hair and wet tears on his bare chest. After a moment, she sat back up. "I've never told anyone this," she said. "I was in the kitchen to get a knife. That night, I wanted to die." The words hung in the still night air, a lifting of a burden for Maggie, a stunning revelation for Jim that had his mind reeling. Several moments passed, before a low rumble of thunder broke the quiet. Maggie wiped her eyes looked up toward the window and then back to Jim. "You changed my life that night," she said. "I am so glad I had the chance to see you again, to get up the nerve to tell you." Jim was too moved to speak. In his harried state of mind that night so many years ago, he easily could've told Maggie to not worry about it and just go back to bed. He was so thankful he had taken the time to say those kind words. Maggie took his hand warmly and stood up beside the couch, her elegant fingers holding on to his strong hand. "Anyway, thank you again," she said. "Thank you for what you said that night, and thank you for tonight. I haven't had many positive experiences with men, and you have been so kind to me tonight. You changed my opinion of myself back then, and you changed my opinion about men tonight." Jim finally found his voice. "I'm glad I could be there for you," he said, and he squeezed her hand. She nodded and smiled down at him, and then looked down the hall toward the bedroom. For a long moment, she stood there in silence, holding his hand. "I think its a lot hotter out here than it is in the bedroom," she said softly. "If you get too hot out here, you are welcome to come join me." Her fingers slipped away from his hand as the words settled into his brain. Jim watched in stunned silence as she walked down the hallway to the bedroom. She left the door slightly ajar, showing the warm glow from the candles he had given her. Jim sat up on the couch. His heartbeat soared. She wanted him. After a few moments, he stood up and walked to the bedroom door. He stood by the doorway for a few seconds before pushing the door open and stepping into the candlelit room. Maggie heard him come in and rose to her knees on the bed, holding the sheet in front of her. As Jim looked at her looking at him with lust, he suddenly felt stronger, more virile, more desirable than he had ever felt before. He felt her eyes move over him, standing in front of her in nothing but a pair of thin shorts. He knew his erection was standing hard and obvious, he could see her looking at it, and he didn't care. Then she let the sheet go, and Jim's breath went away as the sheet slowly fell, revealing the most gorgeous body Jim had ever imagined. She had not just turned out beautiful, she had turned out perfect, and judging by the way she held herself she was quite confident about that. His cock was aching to be out of his shorts, and he pulled them loose and let them fall to the floor, and once again he could see her eyes looking at him lustfully. He loved the feeling of her looking at him, at his cock, that was rock hard and pointing proudly skyward. They stayed like that for a few moments, six feet apart, letting the tension build, neither in any hurry, and then she rose from the bed and walked over to him. He reached out to her and she melted into his arms, and their lips meet for a long, warm, kiss, and then another, and both of them were consumed with passion. She pulled back and looked into his eyes, smiled, and kissed his neck lightly. "There's something I've been wondering about all night," she said softly, kissing his chest. "I can't decide what I should call you." She kneeled slightly and kissed one side of his stomach, then the other. "Should I call you ... Mr. Reyonlds?" she said, kneeling in front of him and looking up at him with adoring eyes. Her eyes were level with his outstretched cock now. "Should I call you... Beth's daddy?" she said, teasing him with kisses that narrowly missed his throbbing cock. "Or should I call you....Jim" her lips found the head of Jim's cock and she gave him a gentle, wet kiss, her tongue coming out for a taste, all with her gorgeous eyes fixed on Jim looking down at her. His hands came to either side of her head and he stroked her hair gently as her mouth ravaged his cock. "You can call me whatever you wish" he managed to stammer out. He looked to the side and realized they were standing in front of the mirror, and the images he saw were a stunningly beautiful young woman kneeling in front of a strong, handsome man. He felt peaceful but dynamic. It did not take him long, and his orgasm was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was incredible, but not intense, he was totally relaxed the entire time and it was like a total body release, where everything just felt like it softly flowed out of him through his cock and into her warm mouth, and it seemed to go on for ever, and the entire time there eyes were locked in a knowing embrace. How she was able to swallow it all he had no idea. He lifted her up and kissed her again and again, and then picked her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed, setting her down softly and looking down at her. "Wow," she said. "That was something." Now it was his turn for a confession. "I haven't had sex..." he stopped for a moment. "I haven't had sex or been with a woman in five years." Maggie's eyes widened. "I guess you have some catching up to do," she smiled. "You have no idea," he said. "But you will." Almost on cue, the rain began to fall again outside, turning into a steady pounding. Over the next hour, Jim treated Maggie to the most devoted physical attention she had ever experienced. There was not an inch of her body that he didn't kiss, lick and caress, and it was clear that he enjoyed it as much or more than she did. She had never felt so cherished, and never felt as fulfilled. Three times she asked him to make love to her, three times he had put her off to focus only on her pleasure. He had always enjoyed performing oral sex on a woman, but with her he couldn't get enough. She felt and tasted so good on his tongue, and watching her writhe around in ecstasy, pulling his head toward her, wrapping her legs around him, it was the most wonderful thing he'd ever experienced. Clearly, she enjoyed every minute as well. He probably would've continued on until the morning, but as much as he was enjoying going down on her, he was entranced by the feel of her lips, and couldn't wait to get back to kissing her. He had also been rock hard again almost immediately, and was aching to be inside her. They both seemed to be on the same wavelength, enjoying every moment, in no hurry. Laying on top of her, he showered her face with kisses, and eased his cock into position just outside her warm, wet pussy. He knew she was more than ready to take him inside her, but he went in slow, teasing her gently with just the head of his cock first, then a little deeper, inching in, until finally sliding in all the way, with both of them gasping simultaneously, smiling to each other. Throughout their lovemaking, Jim could never go long without coming back to her warm, soft lips, it was an obsession. No matter what position they found themselves in, it had to be close enough for their lips to meet. Even when he was on his back and she was on her knees riding high, he would have to occasionally lean up to kiss those lips again. As she slowly gyrated around on top of him, he found her lips with his fingers, and she sucked on one, and then two, closing her eyes and pushing him into her deeper. In all of her life, Maggie had never had a lover so gentle and loving, yet overwhelmingly passionate. She was more accustomed to 10 minute slam sessions with self-absorbed boys. In the past, she had never wanted sex to last long, but tonight, she didn't want it to end. Jim was happy to accommodate. They made slow, relaxed love for almost an hour before Jim finally climaxed, sitting up with Maggie's legs wrapped around his back, her arms pulling him close, and kissing softly and passionately. They continued to kiss long after his erection had eased, and as they eased themselves down onto the bed, the rain outside slowly subsided to a drizzle. They lay quietly on the bed, her head nestled on his shoulder, her warm leg thrown over his, listening to the faraway rumble of thunder. They should've been exhausted, but both of them felt alive and invigorated. Neither felt any need to speak for a long time, but eventually Maggie did. "I've had a thousand fantasies with you since I was 14 years old," she said. "But that was better than any of them." Despite the fact that he had just made love for almost an hour, Jim felt his cock stiffen once again at the comment. Maggie had done something he could not have imagined. She had changed his life. A Life Changing Experience, or... A Life Changing Experience, or, The Day I Met Vivian From the moment I met Vivian, I knew my life would never be the same. At 23, I was happy with my life. I owned, and ran a large, very popular fitness center and was making plans to open a second one in a nearby town. The center, along with a few well placed investments, gave me an annual income in the six figure category, allowing me to live a very, very nice lifestyle. All in all, life was good. I dated regularly, though never finding the "right"girl, and had several good friends. I traveled the world, and pretty much did what I wanted. At the time, I did not realize something was missing. Then I met Vivian. I was in the juice bar, taking it easy in between the martial art classes I taught at the center, and feeling that life was good. I had a fruit smoothie in my hand, and was leaning back, glancing over a few documents that needed my attention, not paying much attention to what was going on around me. Then, like a breath of spring air, Vivian came in. I will never know why I chose that moment to look up, but I am oh so glad I did! Vivian swayed into the room, the usual pregnant waddle turned into sensual poetry by her swaying hips and amazingly smooth grace. She had wavy blond hair that fell to her shoulders in a shimmer of silk, glowing, smooth, sun kissed skin, and a face that would give wet dreams to a priest. Big, bright blue bedroom eyes gazed about the room from beneath lovely brows and long lashes, and she had a sensually wide, full-lipped mouth that looked like she could suck a bowling ball through a garden hose. And boy was she pregnant! Vivian looked like she was about ten and a half months pregnant to me. I've never seen a woman so pregnant , with such a big, round, gravid belly. Her breasts were enormous as well, resting on her belly like half-inflated footballs, dark, stiff nipples clearly visible through her outfit. The overall package was amazing! The woman was drop-dead,cum-in-your-pants gorgeous anyway - her face would have looked at home on the cover of any magazine you can name - but oh, was she pregnant! Her belly was magnificent, stupendous, awesome; it pushed the fabric of her red, sleeveless leotard outward until it looked like sheer stocking-material. I could see her popped-out navel clearly through the stretched, distended fabric. Her tits showed over eight inches of luscious cleavage, smooth pillowy tit-meat bulging out of her low-cut leotard like rising dough. To make matters worse, it was clear that she wore no underwear at all - there was no pantyline at her waist or hips,and her big, tight, round ass jiggled freely when she moved. I tried not to stare, but she was so hot, and so pregnant! Somehow, Vivian felt me staring at her. She turned around, and looked me straight in the eye, letting me know I was busted. At first, I thought I was in big trouble, till I saw the mischevious sparkle in her eyes. She gave me a big smile and headed for the bar, her broad ass working as she slowly walked by. I was in torture, my mind reeling from the lucious, sensual pregnant beauty before me. My cock was rock hared, and fighting to get loose. I wondered if she knew what kind of effect she was having on me. I looked up at her face, and she winked at me, smiled, then slowly licked her pillowy lips - running her tongue all around her open mouth with a lascivious leer. She knew, all right. She knew. I watched, awestruck, as she made her way to the bar, slowly seated herself on one of the stools, one slender arm draped over the huge sphere of her belly, and ordered a smoothie. My mind was racing with questions....was she married? How far along was she? Would she be interested in a date? These thought filled my mind, as did many hot, erotic images involving me, her, and satin sheets. Finally, after staring at her for what seemed like an eternity, and getting several signals from her, I decided to go for it. I rose to my feet, in what I hoped was a casual motion, and immediately realized that I had a massive erection bulging out of my gi. I glanced up, a bit flushed with emberassment, and realized Vivian was watching me closely, her eyes flicking to the big bulge in my pants. I thought I saw a slight flush cover her cheeks, as well as a new light flash in her eyes, but I was too nervous to really give it much attention. I made my way over to the bar, took the seat next to her after receiving an inviting smile, and did the best thing I have ever done in my life. I said 'hello,' and introduced myself. "My name is Mark Braxer." Her smile was lovely, a brilliant flash of pearly whites that seemed to outshine the sun. She held out a slender hand as she said, "Nice to meet you Mark, I'm Vivian Monroe." In a sensually low, throaty voice that almost purred from her lovely lips. After that, we started talking. She told me she was 22, single, and in her sixth month of pregnancy with triplets. She was obviously thrilled with being pregnant, her hands were always stroking her swollen belly, and her eyes danced whenever she talked about the babies. At one point, she asked me if I wanted to touch her belly. I could barely keep my voice calm as I admitted that yes, I did want to. Her smile was radiant as she took my hand and placed it on her gravid waist. I was in heaven, I revelled in the feel of her softly firm, heavy, swollen belly beneath my fingers. I could feel the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her leotard, and I moved my hand in wide circles so I could cover her whole belly. Vivian loved it. She closed her eyes with a soft sigh of pleasure, her head rolling back slightly, and placed one of her hands on mine, seeming to take pleasure in feeling my hand as I felt her. As I touched her, we continued to talk. She told me that her boyfriend had left her when he found out she was pregnant, and she had been on her own since. Her parents had money, so she was not worried about supporting herself, or her babies, and she was working on starting up her own softwared development company. Since her boyfriend had left, she had not been out on a date with anyone. "No one seems to be interested in dating a big, pregnant girl like me." Vivian sighed in a playfully sad tone, her lower lip pulling out in a playful pout as she cupped her big belly in her slender hands. Then she looked at me, her eyes becoming warm and inviting as she said. "but I think that is about to change. What do you think, Mark?" "I think I would love to go out with you." I said in a rush, amazed that I was being so forward about it. "And I would love to go out with you." Vivian said softly, her eyes shining as she raised a slender hand to carress my cheek. "How about tonight?" I said without thinking. Then, seeing her eyes go distant, as though she was thinking something important, I realized that it was likely not possible, (and to forward of me) that she could go out tonight. I quickly started to apologize, but Vivian cut me off with a lovely smile and a slender finger raised to my lips. "Tonight will be fine." She purred, her low, throaty voice making my cock twitch. Vivian gave me her address, and asked me to pick her up at 7. I agreed breathelessly, amazed that this sensual, ripe, fertility goddess was agreeing to go out with me. Then, with my help, Vivian slowly slid off the bar stool and headed for the door. As she headed out toward the lobby, she looked back over her shoulder, and gave me a look that nearly made me cream my shorts. "I'll see you tonight." She purred. I was at her house at 7 sharp, dressed in my casual best, and looking forward to the date with a mix of anxiety and outright lust. I pressed the buzzer, and Vivian's voice came over the intercom asking me to come in. She told me to go up the stairs, and enter the room at the end of the hall. Not knowing what to expect, I did as she asked. A moment before I opened the door, I realized that it was likely her bedroom I was about to enter. When I opened the door, I saw a sight that nearly made my heart stop. Vivian was there in front of me, completely naked, down on her hands and knees, with her profile to me, presenting the most erotic, sensual, beautiful sight I have ever seen. Her big belly brushed the floor, and her huge nipples swung barely an inch above it. As I watched, she smiled, turned away from me, said, "I've been waiting for you."and got to her feet. Sounds innocent enough, eh? She got to her feet. But it was the most devastating thing I'd ever seen. First she planted one barefoot out beside her and lifted her heel, posing her bare leg gracefully -and showing her shaved, gaping pussy from the rear as she framed her huge heavy belly and tits with her arched leg. She smiled back at me, then winked. Then, she planted the other foot, with her hands still on the floor; she was squatting low and wide open now, wantonly showing off her hot sex. Her pussy lips flared out like flowerpetals, her round, firm asscheeks split wide to show her pink, twitching asshole -and her enormous belly was still touching the floor. She smirked back at me over her shoulder, and purred "Like it?" Then she finally, slowly, stood,making sure that her bare ass stuck out at my face as she straightened. I stared at the woman standing there naked in front of me; she was the most beautiful, sexy thing I had ever seen. Her tits and belly were unbelievably huge, her pouting pussymound protruding vulnerableand bare. I was staring shamelessly at her, my desire for her shining in my eyes. After what felt like an eternity, I lookedup; she smiled. Then, she was in my arms, pressing herself against me, her huge belly nearly crushing my erection and her massive tits pressing so hard against my chest I could feel her stiff nipples through my shirt. I saw the overwheming desire in her eyes, and gave in to my own need. Our lips met, and the sexual tension from a few hours before was released. Our hands carressed and stroked one another's bodies, each of us reveling in the feel of the other. I don't know how, but in an instant, I was naked and pressing my muscular form against Vivian's gravid luciousness. Feeling her taut, swollen belly against me was nearly driving me over the edge. I did not know how much longer I would be able to hold off. Just the feel of her against me was almost enough to make me cum! Vivian ender our passionate kissing and carressing with a gasp, her eyes smokey with desire and need. I felt slender fingers caress my cum heavy balls, encircle my hardness and stroke it as she purred. "I want this in me.....now." Vivian moved to the bed, slowly lowering her gravid form onto the sheets. She slowly lay back, spreading her legs as she did so, exposing and opening herself to me. I watched in naked, lusting awe as she brought her hands to the warm, moist hole between her legs and carressed her swollen lips. She cooed and moaned as she masturbatred in front of me, her voice pleading with me to stick my member into her body. I stepped forward, and gently pressed my member against her lips, circling her sex with my hardness, but not entering. Vivian gasped and twisted from my touch, still holdingherself open. "Please," she begged, and , unable to resist any longer, I slid it in. She was white-hot and slick as oil. I pumped her deep and slow, making her moan with delight from the slow entrance of my thick hardness. I suspected that slamming it in fast and ferocious wasn't advisable in her condition, so I tried to hold back, but Vivian was having none of that. She ground her hips against me, moaning animalisticaly and telling me to do her hard. Wanting to please her, and trusting that she knew how far she could go, I did as she asked. Soon, we were pounding against one another, our bodies slapping audibly as she met each thrust of mine with a powerful one of her own. Vivian was nearly screaming in her passionate heat, her hands clutching at the sheets, her head rolling from side to side, or bouncing up and down as she cried out again and again. Her big, milk swollen tits sloshed liquidly as they slapped against her huge belly, milky droplets spraying out from the impact. Vivian came after only a short time, shuddering and hissing with orgasmic release, and I realized that she was even hornier than I was. I brought her to two more orgasms, each time reveling in her moans and cries of release, before I finally came, spilling my seed into her ripe, lush body. Afterwards, I helped her slide her heavy, swollen body up to the pillows, pulled the covers over us, and held her close as we drifted off to sleep. We made love three times more that night, each time as wonderful as the first. The last one we did in the dark, going only by feel, Vivian's lush, gravid body riding me, allowing me to revel in all the curves and swells that dominated Vivian's body. I was in paradise, and as we dropped off to sleep once again, I realized that I had been missing something in my life, something Vivian had given me. I awoke the next morning feeling as though I had had the most wonderful, restful night's sleep of my life. I stretched slowly, then raised myself to a seated position, legs hanging over the edge of the bed. I looked up,and there was Vivian standing in front of me, her enormous belly in my face, a sexy, sensual smile on her lips and a hot light in her eyes. I smiled up at her, then kissed her big belly softly, smiling as she cooed delight. Then, she slowly bent over, spreading her legs to accomodate her swollen form, and kissed me, long and slow, on the lips. "Good morning." She purred, her voice smoky and full of sensual promise. "Come with me." I quickly rose to my feet and followed her, my stiff cock leading the way. Vivian lead me to her master bathroom, a huge affair with a massive soaker tub in one corner and a big, triple headed shower in the other. Suspecting what she had in mind, I began to grin as she led me to the shower stall. Vivian started the warm spray, then stepped in, smiling at me as she said, "It's kind of hard to wash in my condition. Want to help me?" I was in the shower in the blink of an eye, and for the next few moments, Vivian and I took turns soaping each other up. Once we were slick with slippery soap lather, we started carressing and stroking one another, pressing our soapy bodies together as we kissed. My hands had all the soapy tit they could feel, and my cock was continually slipping and sliding against Vivian's big swollen belly. Let me tell you, there is nothing like feeling a soapy, pregnant body pressing against you! I did my best to grab and feel and stroke all the naked skin I could reach. It was so much fun, I was soon hard as a rock, and that was just what Vivian had been waiting for. She eased me down until I was lying on the warm, wet tile floor. You can't imagine the view from there. Vivian peering down at me over her huge tits and belly, grinning wantonly, me staring straight up at her hot, wet snatch. Then Vivian slowly, awkwardly straddled me. She was crouching over me, glistening and naked, her hairless,gleaming pussy-mound split wide open. It was swollen and fiery-red, thickly coated with juice. She was finally poised with her soft pussy lips kissing the tip of my soapy bone. "You want me?" she breathed, watching my face. She rotated her ass slowly, her pussy slid around and around on my cockhead. She was teasing me, like I teased her the night before. But she wanted me to badly to hold out for long, and after only a few moments, she dropped all the way down on me, making me moan with pleasure as she enveloped me in her hot, wet silk. Vivan's pussy was hot as an oven and squeezed my cock like a sucking mouth. She smiled down at me and began to bounce gently, her bare pussy slapping against me wetly. She was so beautiful, so hot, so sexy, and so pregnant, I felt like I was making love to a pregnant goddess! I stroked her legs adoringly and slid my hands around and around her belly; I reached up and took her huge nipples in my hands and squeezed them as I would an overfilled cow's udder. She shuddered and screwed herself down on me harder, breathing faster. I was determined to outlast her, but they way her snatch was squeezing and caressing me, I wasn't sure I would be able to! We were soon grunting and straining, struggling to hold back our orgasms. Vivian's lovely face was distorted, congested with her oncoming climax,teeth gritted as if in pain, eyes alternately squeezing shut, then bursting open as she screamed out her passion. She hunched and fucked hungrily as her pretty fingers clutched desperately at her breasts and belly, or clutched at my arms. I reached down under the curve of her big bloated belly, and stroked her clit. Vivian cried out, throwing her head back, her mouth opening helplessly as I massaged her hot sex button. Her pussy began to make juicy squishing sounds on my cock as she pumped on it. Finally, unable to resist the pleasure anymore, we gave up at the same moment. She sat heavily, all the way down on my cock, as I grunted and started blasting her out. Long, steaming squirts of sperm jetted into her grasping, clutching hole as we looked into each others' eyes, squinting through our explosive orgasms and making a connection the likes of which I had never experienced before. As we climaxed, I had one of her huge nipples clutched in one hand and was squeezing her bursting clit with the finger and thumb of the other. My lovely Vivian jerked and spasmed for long, long seconds on my spurting cock as I gave her all I thought I had, then gave her more as she squeezed me dry. Afterward, I helped Vivian heave her swollen body off me and took the time to washed her gently and carefully , reveling in the feel of her soapy, naked, pregnant body relaxing against mine as I washed her. She stepped out of the shower, so I could wash off, and I heard her singing softly to herself as she stepped out the bathroom door. I completed my shower, dried off, pulled on my clothes, and made my way down to the kitchen. Vivian was there, wearing an unbuttoned button down shirt, her huge breasts held up by a lace trimmed, white satin bra, and as she turned toward me I could see a matching pair of panties curving around her lush, generous ass. Oh man was she HOT!!! Her big, round, wonderful belly bulged out hugely from her sleek, toned body, creating a ripe, gravid slope that I just had to run my hands down. Vivian smiled as I came close and placed my hands on her big belly, then lowered my face to hers for a soft kiss. "What a way to end a date." I chuckled softly, already wanting to see her again, and knowing she wanted to see me again. The throaty purr of her voice confirmed her feelings as she husked, "End? Baby, we're just getting started!" The End? Not if I get feedback!