"Are you nuts? You want ME to lead the
pregnant women's
class?"
Harold, the owner of the fitness club where
I work,
shrugged and leaned back behind his desk. "Fred, you know
that Mimi went in to have her own baby last night. Her
students will be here in half an hour and there's no one
else." He pointed to the door. "Go on, get ready. It's
only for a few weeks, and it won't hurt you."
Fuming, I stalked out of his office and headed
for the
instructors' locker room. Damn! A roomful of pregnant
women, and Harold expected ME to lead the exercises.
It wasn't that I objected to the job. Oh, sure,
I
expected to feel like a fool being the only man there
showing all those women how to work out - but that wasn't
the problem.
I LIKE pregnant women. They've been my favorite
sexual-
fantasy objects for years. The problem was this: How in
hell was I going to get through a forty-five minute class
in front of a half-dozen young preggies in leotards -
without everyone seeing that I had a colossal hard-on? If
they complained, I could lose my job!
I showered with icy water and put on two jockstraps,
carefully tucking my eight-inch cock downward into my
crotch. I'd never before wished that I had a little one,
but today wasn't a good day to be hung, I thought.
I waited in the private workout room at the
back of the
club. The girls came in by ones and twos, wearing
sweaters or maternity tops over their jeans or Bermuda
shorts. Some were just barely "showing," some were really
way out there - and dammit, they were all terrific
looking! I was hoping for at least one woofer that I
could concentrate on to discourage my libido, but there
wasn't an ugly in the bunch. I almost laughed. "Just my
luck," I thought wryly. "Stuck with a roomful of pretty
young foxes."
There was Tina Margolas, small and dark with
HUGE tits
and her belly out to THERE; Bobbi Peterson, a plump
brunette with a world-class ass and a heartbreaking smile
to complement her sixth-month bulge; Carolyn Dyer, a
delicate-looking blonde with a baby face and a discreet
little tummy; Melissa Redgrave, soft and round with jet-
black hair and a bulging nursing bra visible under her
blouse; and Sandy Draper, an unregenerate hippie chick
with a big smile, a bigger belly, and REALLY big, low-
slung, braless tits.
As they came in, they all blinked in surprise
at seeing
me there to greet them. "Are you our instructor today?"
asked Sandy, the sixties throwback. When I nodded, she
grinned, looking me over, and said, "Far out!" Her eyes
were bright and wide, and a little bloodshot; I wondered
if she'd been toking up before she came to class. She
smiled broadly and went into the women's locker room to
change, tossing her loose, waist-length hair. Her
enormous tits were swinging from side to side as she
turned away - I could see them even from directly behind
her. I was sweating already.
The Susan Mercer waddled in, and the situation
became
hopeless.
Susan was the class of the group. She had flame-auburn
hair, skin like fresh milk, and a face that would give
wet dreams to a priest. Big bedroom eyes and a full-
lipped mouth that looked like she could suck a bowling
ball through a garden hose. If there was going to be a
who's-going-to-be-first-to-deliver contest, Susan would
win; she looked like she was about ten and a half months
pregnant to me. I've never seen a woman so pregnant
(later, I learned that Susan was carrying twins). Her
enormous tits rested on her belly like half-inflated
footballs, their dark, orange-sized nipples clearly
visible through her T-shirt. She gave me a big smile and
headed for the locker room, her broad ass working as she
walked away.
My two jockstraps were getting painfully tight.
I was in
trouble!
It was worse than I thought when they came out.
All of
them were in wonderful shape, even considering their
swollen bellies and tits. They all wore skin-tight
leotards, some with matching tights, some barelegged and
barefoot. My bad luck was holding; not one wore a bra
under her leotard. I was faced with twelve of the
fattest, darkest nipples I'd ever seen, clearly visible
through the stretched-out fabric of their overstressed
workout suits.
Tina's leotard was black and all but transparent;
the
tiny preggie wore no tights, and her plump bare legs and
pretty feet would have been real cock-stiffeners for me
even without her distended teats and belly. Hippie Sandy
wore a tie-dyed outfit that was torn and re-laced at the
seams. The sides of her humongous teats bulged out
against the laces, and her long rubbery nipples pressed
against the worn fabric. The others wore variations of
the same, stretched-to-the-max leotards and fat, wobbling
jugs.
Susan was the worst, of course. The woman was
drop-dead,
cum-in-your-pants gorgeous anyway - her face would have
looked right at home on the cover of any magazine you can
name - but oh, my God, was she pregnant!
Her belly was magnificent, stupendous, awesome;
it pushed
her pink leotard outward until it looked like sheer
stocking-material. I could see her stretch marks clearly
through the distended fabric. Her tits showed about eight
inches of luscious cleavage, pale pillowy tit-meat
bulging out of her low-cut leotard like rising dough. Her
legs and feet were bare, and she wore no underwear at all
- there was no panty line at her waist or hips, and her
big ass jiggled freely when she moved. My cock was
fighting to get loose.
I looked up at her face, and the bitch 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.
"Well, let's get started," I said.
My voice cracked, and
the girls giggled and looked at each other knowingly.
The workout session was a nightmare. Every single
one of
them could see my erection - I finally had to pull it
upright in the jockstraps, or else it would have been
looking out and saying "Hi" from the leg of my shorts. I
knew I didn't have to worry about complaints, though.
They were all smirking and winking at each other and
giggling as I tried to keep some sort of dignity and lead
the exercises.
The pelvis thrusts were the worst. There I was,
practically shoving my hard cock in their faces, as they
rolled their big bellies at me and grinned at my
discomfort. Sandy started shimmying her shoulders, making
her enormous tits wobble and flop, and the other girls
soon followed suit, laughing openly as I watched their
bounding teats and sweated. Even Carolyn, the baby-faced
blonde, half-squatted and started doing a lewd bump-and-
grind as I watched. Her hot-pink leotard was moist at the
crotch.
"Having a HARD time, Fred?" she asked
with a grin. The
other girls giggled and clapped, and plump Bobbie started
doing a jiggly, tit-shaking belly dance as I watched.
Melissa, the raven-haired beauty who came in wearing a
nursing bra, squatted and started pumping her barely-
covered pussy at me rhythmically, her little finger stuck
innocently in the corner of her mouth. The fabric at her
nipples was dark and wet from her milk-leaking tits. I
thought I was going to shoot my wad right there.
"Well," I stammered, "You g-girls
are in really good
shape, considering..." I was on the edge of cumming in my
jockstrap, and I think they all knew it.
"We like your shape too," giggled
Tina, eyeing my crotch.
"Yeah!" said Sandy.
"Come on," I said shakily. "It's
time for your knee
lifts..."
Have you ever watched a half-dozen big-titted
pregnant
women lie on their backs and pull their knees back and
wide open in front of you? Their pussies were barely
covered by strips of material, and they were grinning and
bumping their well-padded pelvises up at me sensuously.
I looked down at Susan's pussy mound and wished
I hadn't.
The crotch of her leotards was sopping-wet, and all but
transparent. Her fat little pussy lips were clearly
outlined under the filmy damp material, and there was a
distinct bump where her clit would be. She was obviously
shaved clean, her pussy hairless and smooth.
She grinned up at me and spread her legs wider;
her pussy
opened stickily under the wet fabric, and she smiled and
rocked her ass back and forth...
That did it. I shivered and shot in my jock,
and they all
saw as a wet spot began to form at my crotch, they
cheered and clapped.
I felt like a total fool.
Finally, the 45 minutes was up and I dismissed
them.
"That's it for today, ladies," I said. "See you next
week."
Sandy blinked. "You'll be leading us AGAIN?"
I nodded miserably. "Mimi's going to be
out for a while,
recovering and taking care of her baby. I'm supposed to
take over till she comes back." I looked at the women;
all six of them were smiling broadly. "Is that okay? I
could have the boss find you another female instructor,
if you like." I was hoping...
"No, no, that'll be fine," said Susan.
Her low, throaty
voice gave my cock a final twitch before they ran off
into the locker room, giggling.
I guess I should have suspected then that something
was
up, but I was too glad to get out of there, job still in
tact.
**
A week seemed to pass like an hour, and before
I was
ready it was time for the pregnant class again. I came
out of the lockers and headed for the private exercise
room. I was wearing only one jockstrap this time. My cock
was already hard, but what the hell, nobody had
complained, or I would have heard about it by now.
When I tried the knob to the private room, though,
the
door was locked. "What the hell...?" I knocked. After a
moment, the door opened a crack, and Tina, the small dark
one, peeked out.
"Is that you, Freddie?" She blinked
up at me with those
big eyes, a wicked smirk on her face.
"Yeah, it's me," I said irritably.
"What's the deal?" It
wasn't unusual to lock the door during private sessions,
but it did seem a little odd to lock the instructor out.
"We have a surprise for you," she
giggled. "Close your
eyes and come in." I shrugged and closed my eyes; got to
please the clients, I thought.
She took me by the hand and led me into the
room, and I
heard the door latch and lock behind me.
"Okay, open," she said. I opened my
eyes and promptly
came in my pants again.
All six of the pregnant women were there, including
Susan, and they were all stark naked.
"We decided our leotards were too... restricting,"
Tina
said with a giggle. She rubbed one pretty bare foot on
the other and smirked up at me. "You don't mind, do you?"
she said as another most spot spread out over the crotch
of my leotards.
They were standing around me in a semi-circle.
Tina was
frankly posing, showing off her pale, swollen belly in
profile. Melissa and Bobbie were warming up with some
"windmills," their heavy teats swinging freely as they
bent forward and touched their toes. Sandy was practicing
some really raw belly-dancing moves, half-squatting with
her hands behind her head and pumping her pelvis
sensuously. Her tits swung and wobbled heavily as she
hunched, eyes closed dreamily. Carolyn was just standing
and watching me, weight on one leg, hefting one big tit
idly and thumbing her nipple.
Susan was down on her hands and knees, her profile
to me;
her belly brushed the mat, and her huge nipples swung
barely an inch above it. As I watched, she smiled, turned
away from me, and got to her feet.
That sounds simple enough, doesn't it? She got
to her
feet. But it was the most devastating thing I'd ever
seen. First she planted one bare foot out beside her and
lifted her heel, posing her bare leg gracefully - and
incidentally showing her shaved, gaping pussy from the
rear and framing her huge hanging belly and tits with her
arched leg. She smiled back at me and winked. Then she
planted the other foot, with her hands still on the
floor; she was squatting low and wide open now, showing
off her hairless crotch outrageously. Her hairless pussy
lips flared out like flower petals, her fat ass cheeks
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 as if to say, "Like it?" and
finally, slowly, stood, making sure that her bare ass
stuck out at my face as she straightened.
"Your back gets sore when you're this pregnant,"
she
muttered as she turned to face me. 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 pussy mound
protruding vulnerable and bare. I was staring shamelessly
at her intimate shaved slit. I looked up; she smiled.
"I'll b-bet," I quavered.
"Come on, Freddie, let's work out!"
said Sandy. Her eyes
were like road maps, and she smiled vacantly. Stoned for
sure, I thought.
"Except that we want you to work out like
us," said
Melissa. "Bare ass naked!" Her voice was soft and
childlike; she brushed her mass of black hair from her
face and licked her lips eagerly.
"Now, wait a minute," I began.
"No, Mel's right," said Bobbie. She
was plump, like I
said, but her nude body was curvy and delicious, just
right. "It wouldn't be fair if you were dressed - it'd
make us feel self-conscious."
The other girls all got bashful expressions
on their
faces and pretended to be embarrassed, nodding and
covering themselves with their hands - as if their hands
could cover anything. Susan's hands couldn't even cover
her nipples. Bobbie stepped forward and pulled off my T-
shirt.
"Not bad!" she exclaimed. The other
girls smiled at my
muscles, and I grinned and flexed a bicep for them. What
the hell...
She pulled down my shorts and my jock together,
and my
cock sprang out. "Wow!" "Mmmm..." "Look at
that!" They
breathed hushed exclamations at my ridged equipment, and
Bobbie touched the tip of my cock reverently. Her finger
came away sticky, and she licked it. "Ooo," she said,
"that's a big one!"
The others all approached, and for the next
few minutes I
had to stand there with my shorts and jock around my
ankles while twelve soft hands felt and caressed my bare
cock and balls. Don't ask me how I held back - watching
those heavy, milk-swollen tits swinging and slapping each
other as they crowded around me, feeling those taut,
swollen bellies against my ass and hips. I guess the fact
that they'd just made me cum only a few minutes before
made it possible.
Every one of them, it seemed, just had to squeeze
the end
of my cock; when Susan did it, I said "Beep" like a
bicycle horn, and she laughed.
"Time to get started," said Tina.
She seemed to be the
leader of the group, even though she was the smallest
physically. The girls lined up in their usual positions
as I pulled my sneakers and socks off.
"You mean you want to EXERCISE?" I
asked. They all
grinned.
"That's what we paid for," said Bobbie.
"Come on, let's
go!"
Those bitches made me go through the whole routine,
all
45 minutes. I was in hard-on hell, watching them jiggle
and flop and bounce, all of them buck naked and covered
with sweat; my boner stood out like a flagpole. Their
eyes were glued to it the whole time, blowing kisses at
it, licking their lips...
You can't imagine the frustration of watching
six
beautiful, naked, very pregnant women doing sensual
exercises, all of them deliberately teasing you. Lifting
and fondling and jiggling their huge, heavy tits,
stroking their bloated bellies and plump bare ass cheeks,
bumping and grinding their sweaty pussies at your face.
My cock was dripping onto the mat before we were done,
long skeins of clear fluid dangling from the tip. They
watched greedily, all but drooling for it.
Soon it was time for the knee lifts again. They
were all
on their backs, holding their knees back and wide open in
"fuck-me" position, rolling their asses in unison.
"Oh, ggoddd..." I moaned. My dick
was pulsing. Susan's
shaved hole was so fat and bare and wide open, and she
was HUNCHING it at me...
"Give it to me first," said Sandy.
I looked at her, she
was stretching her hairy pussy open with her fingers,
breathing hard. It was gleaming with her juices.
"What?" I said, not quite believing
what I'd heard.
"That's right," Tina said. "We
drew straws, and Sandy
gets it first."
"Go ahead," said Bobbie. Her voice
was muffled; she was
sucking her own tit, and a little milk was running from
the corner of her mouth. Her other nipple was leaking a
thin stream of white, and her fingers were busy in her
pussy.
"Please..." Sandy's thumb was circling
her clit as she
peeled her hole wide.
"I don't know..." I hesitated.
"Our husbands are all pretty much ignoring
us, Fred,"
said Melissa softly. She, too, was stroking her crotch.
"We need it, bad. All of us. We talked about you last
week and all agreed, you know... if you like what you
see... well... you can... you know."
I knelt down in front of Sandy, took my cock
in my hand,
and started rubbing it against her sopping lips. She
gasped and twisted, still holding herself open. "Please,"
she said again, and aware of the others watching us, I
slid it in.
She was fever-hot and slick as oil. I pumped
her deep and
slow, all the way in and all the way out; I knew that
slamming it in fast and ferocious like I wanted to wasn't
advisable in her condition, so I held back and gave her a
long, slow, gentle fucking. Her big, loose tits sloshed
liquidly between her arms as she continued to pull at her
pussy lips, holding herself open for my sliding cock.
Sandy shuddered and came grimacing and hissing
after only
a short time, and I realized that these girls were, if
anything, hornier than I was.
"I'm next," squealed Bobbie delightedly,
even before
Sandy had completely stopped shivering. "Are you good for
some more?"
"Just try me," I grinned, and moved
over to her. Bobbie
was the chubby one, and as I popped my wet cock into her
sparsely haired cunt, the phrase "fat little ball of
fuck" popped into my mind. She was, too; she shimmied and
jiggled and quivered gaily on my bone as I opened her up,
enjoying the slick rippling of her tube on my cock head.
"Harder," she gasped, and I bounced against her carefully
as she tensed in orgasm and pulled her ankles back nearly
to her face.
"Now me," cried Carolyn. The baby-faced
blonde closed her
eyes demurely and bit her lip as I rubbed my cock head on
her little pin clit. I teased her for a long time - I
wanted to see this bashful babe begging for it. She did,
too; before I slipped it in, sweet Carolyn was moaning,
"Oh baby, please, fuck me, fuck me out - fuck out my
pregnant pussy with your big thick dick! Fuck me,
please!" I fucked her harder than I did the others, since
she wasn't so far along. She was a screamer, it turned
out, but her voice was muffled by the other girls' hands
over her mouth as I rammed it to her orgasming hole.
Tina was next. The tiny little thing was so
pregnant, I
was almost afraid to put it in, but she got into a
doggie-style position that was irresistible. Her pussy
was slippery as soap and tight as a handful of rubber
bands. She came almost instantly, her tits dangling and
swinging wildly till I grabbed them and held on - then
she just shivered, vibrating like a tuning fork and
making a high, keening sound as she fought her way
through waves of orgasm.
Maybe you're wondering how I managed all this.
Have you
ever been so hard you couldn't cum? I guess that was what
happened to me. I fucked all of them but Susan, and still
didn't get off; it happens sometimes. Not that I
regretted it at all. Oh, no. Six delicious pussies
nestled around my cock for almost half an hour? Would
you?
Melissa was next-to-last, and it was a good
thing. I
suspect they knew that Susan turned me on the most and
kept her for last - either that or she liked the idea of
taking sloppy sixths.
Anyway, Melissa had me sweating and straining
before she
squirted milk all over my chest and came, her cunt-
muscles clenching on my bone like greasy fingers.
Melissa got to me, and I felt that I was getting
close. I
looked up, and there was Susan standing over me, her
enormous belly in my face. She shook her head. "Not
here," she said.
I shrugged, disappointed. "Well, that's
ok," I said. I
figured she meant that she wasn't going for it. Trying to
be cool, I looked at my watch. "I guess that's all for
today..."
"Oh, no it's not," said Susan, her
voice smoky and
insinuating.
"Come with us," said Tina.
I followed them, cock stiff and shining from
all their
juices, into the private dressing room next to the
classroom. I began to grin as they led me into the small
group shower. The session wasn't over yet.
"It's kind of hard to wash in our condition,"
smiling as
she turned on the water, "so we've been kind of soaping
each other up. Want to join in?"
For the next half hour, six naked preggies soaped
me all
over, and I soaped them. I don't guess I'll ever be that
clean again - they all gathered around and squirmed
against me till we were all slick with slippery lather.
My hands had all the soapy tit they could feel, my cock
was continually stroked and caressed by slippery girl-
fingers, and my ears were filled with delighted feminine
giggles. Six slick, swollen bellies fought to get near
me, and I did my best to grab and feel and stroke all the
naked skin I could reach. It was so much fun I went soft.
Finally, they eased me down until I was lying
on the
warm, wet tile floor. You can't imagine the view from
there. They all peered over their huge tits and bellies
at me, grinning - then Susan awkwardly straddled me, and
my cock sprang to iron hardness again.
She was crouching over me, glistening and naked,
her
hairless, gleaming pussy-mound discreetly split open. As
I watched, the others helped her squat, holding her up,
and her hole gaped wider as it approached. 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.
"Oh yeah, baby... Give it to me..."
"You want me?" she asked again, rotating
her ass slowly.
Her sloppy pussy slid around and around on my cock head.
She was teasing me, like I teased Carolyn.
I knew what she wanted to hear. "Oh yeah,
baby, fuck me -
fuck me with your luscious pregnant pussy, your bare-
shaved pregnant fuck-hole... Get down on it and fuck,
pump me off, I need it so bad..."
She dropped all the way down on me and I moaned.
Susan's
pussy tube was hot as an oven and squeezed and milked my
bare 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; I stroked her legs adoringly
and
slid my hands around and around on her belly; I reached
up and took her huge nipples in my hands and squeezed
them like I was squeezing oranges. She shuddered and
screwed her ass down on me harder, breathing faster.
I was determined to outlast her. The others
weren't
helping, though; the sight of them bending over us, so
many huge, wet, soapy tits swinging in my face, so many
big bare bellies...
We were grunting and straining, struggling to
hold back
our orgasms; Susan's beautiful face was distorted,
congested with her oncoming climax, teeth gritted as if
in pain. She hunched and fucked hungrily as the other
girls helped her. Her pretty fingers clutched desperately
at their hands as they held her up so that she could get
the cock she needed so badly.
I reached down under the curve of her bloated
belly, and
stroked her clit. Susan cried out, her mouth opening
helplessly as I milked and massaged her fat little
button. Her pussy began to make juicy squishing sounds on
my cock as she pumped on it.
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. The long, ripping squirts of sperm jetted into
her grasping, clutching hole as we looked into each
others' eyes, squinting through our blistering orgasms
and making some kind of a connection; 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.
Beautiful Susan jerked and spasmed for long, long seconds
on my spurting cock as I gave her all I had.
The other girls cheered, stroking and touching
both of us
as we came together. Afterward, they helped Susan get off
me and washed her gently and carefully - and then started
on my cock.
Sixty soapy fingers on your cock right after
you've cum -
Brrh! What a feeling!
The next week, I showed up a little early for
the class,
and Harold called me into his office.
Uh-oh, here it comes, I thought. Someone had
an attack of
conscience, and I was about to get fired. Oh, well...
"Bad news, Fred," he began, and I
nodded resignedly. The
jig was up, all right.
He cleared his throat and went on. "Listen,
Mimi's
decided that she wants to stay home and take care of her
baby. Do you think that you could take over the pregnant
class, uh, permanently?"
I just stood there, gaping. Harold raised his
hands,
pleading.
"Look, I know it's a pain in the ass. I'll
give you a
raise - an extra twenty a week. How about it? I'm really
in a jam here."
I may be a jock, but I'm not stupid. "Well,
okay," I said
reluctantly. "I guess I could do it."
"Thanks, Fred," he said, heaving a
sigh of relief. "Well,
you'd better get in there. They'll be here soon."
As I turned to leave, he spoke again. "Oh,
yeah, one
other thing.
Last week, the class ran pretty long."
"Yeah, it did - " I was about to apologize
when he cut me
off.
"That's good, Fred, giving them extra help
like that.
Give the customer more than she pays for, and she'll keep
coming back for more.
Think you can keep it up?"
I nodded, grinning all over. "Yeah, Harold,
I'm pretty
sure I can do that." He gave me an odd look, then went
back to his ledgers.
I headed for the locker room to change, stopping
off at
the desk to pick up some extra towels. Might need them
today, I thought. I unzipped my gym bag and looked at the
three bottles of cooking oil I'd brought.
Should be enough...
