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Judith and Me by Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com
Chapter 4: Our New Home
As Judith predicted, it was easy for her to start her practice
over in the new city. I had never realized how much money she
had until I saw the huge condominium by the bay she bought us.
It was beautiful and I was getting quite a bit of writing done
and posted to ASSM. It was fun decorating the nursery, starting
to by baby clothes and playthings. I didn't mind taking care of
the house all day, knowing that Judith would come home to fuck
me to heaven every night. And she lived up to the other
promises she made, too; it seemed the bigger she got the more
she wanted to make love to me. The pregnancy was passing in a
delightful blur of sex.
Judith was so gorgeous! I had always thought pregnant women
were beautiful, but to see this smart, sexy, powerful woman
filling up with my baby made my heart overflow with pride. I
had loved Judith's since she used them on me in her
office. Now I was insane with lust to see how the increased
blood flow and production made the nipples of those marvelous
poonts darker and erect much more often and to know they were
growing rounder and fuller to nourish the baby I had put in her
belly.
Ah, that belly! Daily I watched it grow rounder and smoother.
Judith's large body was not being stretched out of shape to
accommodate our child - stretched INTO shape was more like it.
And how I loved lying between her legs, looking at her
and all the little folds around it, most often engorged and
seemingly ready for sex at any moment. She said it made her
feel wonderful; I knew it made her taste wonderful! Judith was
designed for making babies and she was enjoying the task
immensely. Sometimes during long lazy fucks, she would tease me
about filling her so full of sperm she could store it and as
soon as this baby was born she would immediately start on
another.
Not only was Judith beautiful, but unlike many pregnant women,
she knew she was beautiful and didn't mind flaunting it. She
began wearing maternity clothes as soon as she had anything to
show and she chose the clothes to exaggerate her condition -
frilly blouses and short skirts. Every morning I watched her
lay out ever larger and more revealing bras as her nipples and
other things swelled. The microfiber she liked looked
really small but they stretched to unbelievable sizes.
Judith said some of her friends wore regular panties, bikini
not thong when they were pregnant, and just kept the front
waistband pulled down underneath their belly. When Judith tried
this, she didn't like the somewhat baggy feel, like the
was going to fall down. She was carrying low and it just did
not feel right to her. It bothered her when it slid below her
hip bones. Now thongs! Judith loved thongs, not minding that
the strip of material up the rear. They rode high on her hips,
higher even than her french-cut panties. Damn she looked good
in them -- and out of them! Of course, I was partial.
She said wearing maternity hose made her very hot, and
she didn't mean sexy. If she had to wear anything, she chose
thigh highs, no garter belt needed. They had wide lacey elastic
bands at the thigh and held up nicely, letting her 'breathe.'
Some days she let me help her slide them on. When I was really
lucky she would let me make her late for work even though that
meant having to help her on with the all over again.
I was so proud to be seen in public with her attracting stares
from and women alike. She loved to lie around the pool in
the later evening sun letting me rub cocoa butter on her, not
just on her belly, but all over. She said pregnancy could dry
your skin. I couldn't feel any dryness, but I loved taking the
precautions. I could, however, feel the envy in the eyes of
every who saw us. "Why him and not me?" I could almost hear
them thinking. And I KNEW she must make other women envious,
too. One day I found out just how much.
"Oh, baby, this is too good!" I felt the laughter jiggling her
bloated boobies. She started kissing me hungrily one evening
almost as soon as she got in the door. "Got to re-examine
THIS," she continued to chuckle as she put her hand on my
quickly stiffing cock.
"Uh, that feels good," I sighed.
"You're telling me!" she snorted as she quickly dropped my
sweat pants to the floor and eyeing my cock. Judith had decided
long ago against my wearing shorts of any kind. "Just had to
check out the prick that's responsible for another woman
getting pregnant."
"What are you talking about, Judith?" I protested. "I haven't
been near another woman. You know that. I love you, only you!"
I was almost crying to think she could accuse me of this. "I
..."
She stopped my pained babble with an open mouthed smooch. "Calm
down, baby, I know, I know. I said 'responsible'" She was still
almost laughing, but I didn't see anything funny. "Come over to
the couch and I'll tell you all about it," she consoled.
Taking me by the hand she led me to the couch and settled her
self nicely against me. "This should help you relax while I
explain." Tenderly she opened her blouse, unclasped her
brasserie, and placed her into my mouth. Calm and
release washed over me and instead of simply hearing her words,
I seemed to see what she was narrating like the voice over of a
documentary.
*****
I think I've told you my office shares the floor with Shari
Clarkeson. It's kind of handy to have your gynecologist next
door when a gal is a pregnant as you've got me. <g> Well today
I had ducked into the little we share. We have public
ones for the patients, but we have a little one just for us
doctor girls. I had just finished -- you know how our
Claudette is making me all the time -- when I heard Shari
at the door of the stall. "Judith, hurry! I've got to goooo!"
she wailed.
I did the dab and pulled up my skirt. Shari already had hers
down to her ankles and almost ran over me getting in to sit on
the toilet. She didn't even close the door. I was fixing my
lipstick when I heard her start to gush. "This is YOUR fault,
you know!" she said.
"What are you talking about, Shari?" I asked, not turning
around.
"Oh come on, Judith. I saw you appraising me suspiciously.
'Skirt getting a little tight, hmmm. Not really so flat chested
any more, hmmm. Needs to urgently, hmmm.' Well, you're
right, Judith. I'd been intending to tell you. I'm knocked up."
"You, pregnant, Shari? You said you had told Carlos ..."
"Yeah, 'I *deliver* babies, I don't *have* babies.'" she quoted
herself back to me. "Well we had a little accident. Or rather
*I* had a little accident. Carlos has been wanting to get me
pregnant since the first day we played hunky orderly drills
horny doctor down at the hospital. Of course the irony
couldn't be greater. Dr. Sheri Clarkeson, Ob., Gyn, whose main
function in life is to write prescriptions for contraceptives
so can get laid without getting pregnant, can't take the
pill herself. So every time I want Carlos's lovely Latin log in
me, I have to make sure he is well sheathed in latex."
"So how's that my fault?" I grinned, seeing that Shari wasn't
really mad.
"Don't you remember your check up about three months ago? You
were my last appointment that Friday. Part of it was being in
the middle of my period, which always makes me horny. Seeing
you lying there on the examining table with that big round
belly pointing up at me was like an accusation. And the smell
of sex. Lord, Judi, you've got the wettest of any woman
I've ever seen; the whole room smelled like a pussy."
"Sorry, Shari. I hadn't had David around to lap it up for me
since morning and I was already thinking about getting home to
him," I replied in defense.
"Well that and everything else, I guess it just set off the
alarm bells of my biological clock. I was so horny driving home
I was tempted to get myself off in the car. I figured that I
needed a half hour with my vibrator to calm myself down before
Carlos arrived. Just my luck if he wasn't already there, craggy
olive face, smiling green eyes and all, waiting for me at the
door. Damn he looked good! Before I could stop him, he had me
in his arms kissing me and digging his fingers into my ass. He
knows how that turns me on. 'Oui, slow down, baby,' I pleaded,
but he wasn't buying."
"'You've meest me?' he asked and slipped his hand into my
panties. "Uu, I theenk so. Your poosy, she is sooo wet."
"'Wait a minute, Carlos, honey, please'" I gasped. He already
had a finger in me and it was getting hard to think."
"'Why wait, mi amor? A poosy thees wet needs to be fohcked. Do
you want me to fohck you Shari? Do you want me to take you to
bed and put my cock in your wet poosy and fohck you sealy?'"
"'Oh, Carlos!'" I moaned unable to resist him any more. Before
I knew it I was on my back in my bed. He had my down
and my skirt up around my waist and was shucking his clothes
getting ready to pounce. 'I'll have to make him put on a
condom,' I thought, proud of my presence of mind. I would have
done it, too, if he had tried to fuck me immediately, but
instead he went down on me. I've heard what you say about
David, Judith, but I don't believe there's a anywhere who
eats better than Carlos. He licked my thighs, he nibbled
my bush, he inhaled me and told me I smelled like a WOMAN. He
didn't even touch my clit at first thought I was dying for him
to. When I started squirming as the orgasm approached, he
grasped my hips firmly and kept eating. And just when I though
I couldn't take any more, he took my clit in his lips and gave
it a light suctioning kiss."
"I exploded! I bucked and I screamed, but he held on tight. He
wouldn't let me stop coming. I went crazy for cock. 'Oh,
Carlos, baby, fuck me. I need you in me. Hurry, baby!' 'Baby' I
heard myself say and remembered. 'But put on a condom, honey,
you know this is a bad time for me.'"
"'Eet ees a gude, time Shari, mi amor. You know I want to geeve
you a baby. Please, Shari?'"
"He wasn't playing fair. He had the tip of his prick at the
lips of my and was playing with my clit. I wanted him to
fuck me so bad. 'Please, no, Carlos. I don't want to be
pregnant'"
"He didn't remove his prick. If anything, he put it in me a
little more. 'I want to fohck you Shari. I want you to have a
baby. I want you to be beeg with my baby. Don't you want that?
Don't you want me to fohck you and put my baby in you.'"
"I couldn't hold out any more. I had to have him. I had to have
him in me that second. I wanted to be screwed even if it meant
I was going to get screwed. "Yes, Carlos, yes! Just fuck m.
Fuck me, Carlos!' I screamed in ecstasy. My well lubricated
pussy offered no resistance; with one stroke he was in me. I
came again the moment I felt his full weight on me, knowing his
naked prick was only inches from my unprotected cervix. Then I
really lost it. I don't know what got into me (well yes I do)
but I started crying and begging, 'Yes, Carlos, knock me up,
honey. I want to be so big and fat and pregnant for you. Shoot
me full of your baby juice. I want to make a baby for you,
darling.'"
"He was already aroused and pounding me hard, but when he heard
me begging to bear his child, he started snorting and
thrusting. Then he roared something in Spanish and went rigid.
I know it's impossible for a woman to feel a man's ejaculation,
but I did and I came yet again when I felt it. That did it! I
had just had three of the most intense orgasms of my life and I
was out."
"When I woke up the lights were out and Carlos was asleep but
holding me close. Amazingly, he had finished undressing me and
even gotten me into a pair of sexy pajamas, which were getting
messy as his sperm slowly leaked out of me. His dark hard body
was nude as always. Being held this way after sex was new.
Usually we rolled away from each other after a nice rut. I
decided I liked it. I snuggled closer against him and went back
to sleep."
"The next morning I awoke alone. 'Typical for a man,' I
thought, 'fuck 'em and leave 'em.' I had to bite my tongue.
Just then Carlos walked in with a tray of croissants, passion
fruit marmalade, eggs benedict, orange juice, and hazelnut
amaretto coffee. "Hungry, mi amor?" he smiled. Remember, you
have to eat for two, now.'"
"Carlos darling, I got a little excited last night. You should
realize that it's pretty unlikely I'll get pregnant from just
one night of unprotected sex."
"'I know, mi amor. That's why I don't intend to let you out of
this bed all weekend.'" He grinned lecherously.
"I didn't know what to say. I couldn't take my eyes off the
handsome, smiling sitting next to me as I wolfed my
breakfast. I had to think this over. I had been out of control
last night, but was I necessarily wrong to be? He clearly loved
me very much. He was smart -- not in academic ways, but I saw
how he could handle people (handle me!). The sex had always
been great, but now I saw a tenderness and protectiveness in
him that made my heart melt. And what beautiful babies we would
make. I realized that I had decided."
"'Carlos, what are you having for breakfast, darling?' I asked
suddenly embarrassed to realize that he had just been watching
me with adoration."
"'Tu,' he replied and took my tray with a grin. Then he was in
bed with me again and I surrendered to his strong arms. I
wasn't surprised, nor was he, I guess, when he found the pajama
top was no barrier to his lips on my breasts. Nor did he have
any trouble slipping a finger into my pussy. I was surprised a
little how wet I already was just from the minutes of cuddling.
I lay back and let him worship me for a while, feeling my
arousal grow minute by minute. Last night should have prepared
me, but it was pleasant surprise when I felt his mouth leave my
breasts, kiss its way lazily down my tummy and find my now
soppy snatch. My legs with their own private memory of last
night opened of their own accord and he burrowed his face into
me.
"Well, I don't have to bore you with a repetition of the night
before. I'll just say that by the time I came in to work on
Monday (late) I had been screwed eleven times: twice on Friday
night, although I don't remember the second one, five times on
Saturday, three times on Sunday (well, even Carlos isn't
Superman) and once that morning for good measure. Suzie took
one look at the silly grin on my face and asked sarcastically,
'Have a nice weekend, Dr, Clarkeson?'"
"I was too happy to be offended. I had things to do. By noon I
had registered for Spanish classes (the kids -- I had a feeling
there were going to be a lot of them -- were going to have no
secrets from Mommy), reserved a hall for the reception, and
found a bilingual priest to marry us. Needless to say, when I
did the pregnancy test a few weeks later, it was so positive I
was surprised it didn't blink in neon letters, 'BABY!' 'BABY!'
I just hope Daddy does not mind giving away a whose
belly will arrive at the alter so much before she does."
Shari had finished puling up her skirt and was standing by me
smiling. "Oh Shari, I'm so happy for you," I said and kissed
her. "You really took the bull by the horns."
"Well, I'd say the bull took me by the horns, but thanks. I do
have a question, though."
"You're the doctor. What can I tell you?"
"I haven't seen it in any of my medical books; I'm wondering if
I'm abnormal. Did you get ... you know ... more ... amorous
after you got pregnant?'
"I sure did. And hornier, too," I laughed. "Second trimester is
play time, big time. Morning sickness is gone and you can
really enjoy your man. Seeing your round tummy will drive him
crazy. Sometimes I feel sorry for David because of all the sex
I demand, but, like Carlos, he has a talented tongue."
"That's a relief. I just seem to want it all the time. Does it
get any worse?"
"It just gets better, honey! David makes me come harder and
more frequently now than before. Everything is aroused and
engorged. Orgasms are intense almost to the point of being
painful. My womb clenches up into a hard ball, a little
uncomfortable but not enough so to make me stop" I grinned.
"Yeah, it's same with me and Carlos, but what about during the
day? I can't go home for a quickie every day at lunch. I come
in here," she stopped and grinned at what she had said, "But
it's not the same. I'm a little squeamish about using my
vibrator with the baby so close; I don't want to 'shake things
loose,'" she grinned.
"Honey, when it comes to orgasms, quality is more important
than quantity. Two or three big "O's" at noontime is way better
than popping off between each patient," I said.
"But how do get the big ones alone?"
"Did I say I was alone?" I teased.
"Oh," she said, her face growing cold. "I see. *You* have male
patients."
"Oh, Shari, I'd never do that to David," I replied seriously.
"Then how?" she inquired.
"Why don't you ask Suzie," I replied smugly.
"Suzie? And you? I don't believe you."
"What time does she go to lunch today?" I asked.
"About 1:00 p.m."
"Come through here into my office about five minutes after she
leaves today and you'll see you hot little receptionist's
mane buried between my legs. But don't look for the smile on my
face. I'll have mine down eating her sweet puss."
Well she did and the look on Shari's face was priceless. And it
only got better when Suzie moved aside and motioned for Shari
to take her place on me while she went to work on her boss. I
have to tell you, we didn't see many patients this afternoon"
*******
My erection was painful by the time Judith finished recounting
her day; she had been rubbing me gently as I nuzzled her
luscious tit. She looked down and grinned. "Well, I see you
liked my story; why don't you call for a pizza and we'll find
something to do until it arrives. I want a early night. We're
getting a visit from the membership committee tomorrow."
"That's nice," I said distractedly, being more interested in
the "something to do until it arrives."
"Oh, it's NOT going to be nice," she laughed, "But it should be
fun."
To be continued in: Chapter 5 "Membership Committee"
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