It was mid-June and early morning when I awoke to the sun trying to pry its way past the drapes in our bedroom. I heard and felt my tummy rumble, but I felt something quite different below that level. I looked down my torso and saw Lou kneeling awkwardly at my hips, leaning as best she could, my cock partway in her mouth.

It was awkward for her because of the distention of her normally flat tummy, and it was distended because of the baby growing inside her. We weren’t sure of the date of conception, but we figured it to be around the time that we were working the very strange Tralmark-Harper Wedding [See: A Photographer’s Fantasy: The Wedding]. That was definitely one we wouldn’t forget in a hurry!

I must have made some sort of sound, or Lou might have sensed or felt my movement, because she lifted her head off my very hard cock, saying, “Well, look who finally woke up! I’ve been trying for at least five minutes, but you wouldn’t wake up!” As she was talking she rose above me on her knees, one leg slipping over me so that she straddled me at my midsection. The lips of her pussy spread out over my cock, her arousal evident by the moisture she deposited on my phallus, and she started a back-and-forth rhythm on it, spreading her juices thickly. I was also aroused, but not so much that I was in danger of going off prematurely. I loved the feel of her pussy there on my cock, but it would take a bit more for me to ejaculate.

I just lay there, drinking in the beauty of her and her pregnancy. You’ve heard about how some women just seem to glow with pregnancy? Well, that would describe Lou to a “T;” she not only glowed, but she radiated brilliant health, even early in the morning, her hair (now grown much longer than when we first got together a year-and-a-half ago) almost wildly mussed from sleeping, her breasts so full of milk for our soon-to-be-born child, that child pushing its way around her tummy which was sloping out away from her torso. Her movements were almost languid, but I could feel her starting to move a bit faster as she rode her way to her first climax.

She would slide forward, then back again, ever-so-slightly rising up, then slamming back down. Each time she bottomed out, she’d make a little “oof” grunting sound, the sound rising in pitch with her excitement. I reached down to where our bodies joined, gently probing with my finger to reach her clit. It was wet with her juices and the lips that protected it easily parted at my probing, and her voice again rose as I flicked it with the tip of my finger.

Suddenly, that high-pitched whine penetrated the room, signaling Lou’s orgasm to the world. I felt as if my cock were in a vibrating vise and I almost lost it, managing to hang on only by sheer will-power. I didn’t want this to end too soon; who knew when the baby would be born and I would be denied Lou’s charms for a time as she recovered from the birth? The baby was already over a week overdue, but Lou would not hear about an induced labor; she wanted a natural birth, on the baby’s schedule not the doctor’s.

Lou collapsed on me, but, using her arms for leverage, sat back up quickly again. “Ooh, I shouldn’t do that,” she complained. “Too much pressure!”

Using my superior strength, I pushed up and threw her, gently, from her riding position so she was lying on the bed, legs spread, and me hovering over her. I pulled her toward me as I repositioned myself off the side of the bed, keeping her legs spread and her pussy open.

“No,” I said, “you shouldn’t be putting that much pressure on the baby!”

After that, not much was said, as I was busy putting my face into her pussy. I pulled her towards me and, with her legs spread nearly as wide as they would go, with my hands and arms holding them open, I lowered my face to her, my tongue flat and wide. I licked her from the bottom of her pussy to where her clit was peeking out of its hood and felt her shiver as I did that. I did that a few times, her legs trying to clamp onto my head, but I held her open as I knew she loved what I was doing.

I used my hands to hold open her pussy, my forearms pushing against her thighs, and I proceeded to use my tongue as a small, soft hammer, flicking away at her clit, occasionally popping my tongue into her vagina. When I did that, I made sure to push as far as I could, curling my tongue in such a way as to tickle her G-spot, that area of slightly rough tissue at the front of her walls. I’d do that, then gently go back to flicking her clit until I heard that wail coming from her throat, her hands and fingers tangled in my hair, holding me to her as she went through another spasm of ecstasy.

Finally, after several minutes of this, she relaxed, her fingers letting go of my hair, her legs open and against the mattress. Her pussy and ass were right on the edge of the bed, and the bed was at the right height for me to lean into her and line my cock up with her overstimulated and extremely wet pussy. She had gotten hers; now it was time for me to get mine!

I lined my cock up with her vagina, and, as I pushed, my cock felt the heat of her pussy surround it. It went in easily and it was difficult for me to not just drop on top of her, to roughly push myself deeply into her as quickly as I could. I made the effort to go slowly, to enjoy the sensations of a well-aroused pussy, the heat and wetness surrounding me. It was with some satisfaction when I finally did bottom-out in her that I heard her groan echo my own, knowing both of us were enjoying the intimate contact between us.

I leaned over her pregnancy-extended stomach and sucked on the nipple of a breast made larger by the impending birth. To my surprise, Lou let out a loud groan and I felt and tasted a sweet fluid come from that nipple.

“Oh, God,” Lou groaned, “what was that? It stung!”

I stood up a little taller, looking at her breast, seeing that the drop of liquid I had tasted had been joined by another drop, and then another, both starting to trickle down the inside of her breast. “Your milk,” I gasped. “Your milk let down! I can see it forming on your nipples!”

“Oh,” she replied, a look of disbelief flickering across her face. She started to say something else, but I wasn’t paying much attention to her; I was leaning back down to lick up and suckle as much as I could. It was sweet-tasting and there wasn’t a lot of it, but I was instantly addicted to it. When there didn’t seem to be any more coming from the one breast, I switched to the other, Lou’s hands holding my head to her breast.

I was still connected to her at the pelvis, and as I started sucking on the second breast, I started the age-old rhythm of procreation. I felt my pubis gently bump hers, eliciting a small cry of satisfaction from her. I pulled back, still sucking, trying to get as much of her milk as I could, then pushing forward, trying to bump her again.

I couldn’t keep it up very long in the position I was in, and even though I was in reasonable shape, the angle was wrong for a prolonged session. I either had to lie down on her, pressing against the baby, or straighten up a bit and fuck her properly. I chose the latter, detaching from her nipple with a pop, then moving my hips in a frenzied rhythm, starting to pound her pubis, our public bones no longer just meeting, but being crushed with each successive encounter.

As our passion flared higher, Lou began to talk: “That’s it, Jon, give me what I need! I need to cum, feel you fill me up. Give me another baby, baby! Cum for me Jonny, cum for me!”

I was not silent, either. “You want another baby? Here it comes! I’m going to fill you up so you can have as many babies as you want. This baby,” I said, patting her tummy, “is going to get a sperm bath!” We both kept up the inane chatter until I heard her stop talking and start her keening wail, that sound that assured me she was going for her orgasm.

I was not far behind her, only I couldn’t scream; I could only grunt with each stroke of my cock. I pushed myself as hard as I could into her, holding myself as far into her as I could go, using my angle to wriggle around, pushing her clit with my body, trying to give her as much pleasure as I was receiving. I felt the hard, rubbery protuberance of her cervix against the end of my cock and I let myself go, squirting what my prostate and my testicles produced in such abundance that I felt the wetness of it as I pushed even harder into the woman I loved.

Finally, it was over, and as I pulled back a little, Lou sighed. “I can’t get enough of you,” she whispered. “Please tell me that you’ll love me like that when we get old!”

I was going to reply, but was interrupted by a loud banging on the door. “Don’t you two ever stop?” came the garrulous complaint from the other side. “It’s time to get up and face the day! Sheesh!”

It was my next-door neighbor, Jenny, who was staying with us again as her parents were out-of-town, working on some big project Giovanni (Jenny’s father) was heading up for the company for which he worked. Since Lou and I liked Jenny (usually, anyway; this morning, maybe not so much for the interruption), her parents let her stay with us so that she could stay at her school. Her relatives were few, old, and lived somewhere far away, and, as I said, we liked Jenny, so it was a simple matter for her to stay with us. Yes, we had power-of-attorney and guardianship rights, so there was no problem on the legal front. When school was in session, Jenny worked hard at her studies and stayed out of trouble so that the threat of boarding school was just a fleeting thought in her parents’ discussions.

All-in-all, it worked out very nicely, as Jenny was a great help around the house now that Lou was so near to delivery, and I was absolutely convinced she’d make a great second momma for our little one. Jenny had even taken an after-school course in baby-sitting so she’d know what to expect. She loved us as much as we loved her. She even attended all of the Lamaze classes with Lou and me so she could be ready to help birth the baby if she should be needed.

However, this morning, she seemed a little disgruntled. “Get up and get decent! I’m hungry!” Well, so much for sleeping in, I guess.

Lou laughed a little, then groaned. “Maybe making love with such a fat stomach wasn’t such a good idea,” she wheezed as she maneuvered herself to the other edge of the bed, and swung her legs off of it in preparation to rising. “I’ll get the shower started if you’ll make the bed.”

“Got it,” I replied, and started twitching the sheets and blanket into place. I stopped and looked at the sheets, then decided that they needed laundering, so I folded the blanket and started taking the sheets off the bed. I dropped them in a pile by the door, then went to the ensuite to join Lou in the shower.

When I got there, Lou was on the toilet, peeing. The sound of her passing water suddenly tripped my trigger and I felt a pressing need to go, too. The sound of the shower running didn’t help matters, so when Lou ponderously got up, I quickly took her place. By the time I was done, Lou was in the shower, wetting her hair in preparation for shampooing.

I stepped in and took the bottle from her and had her turn around, facing the spraying water. I liberally shampooed her hair, rinsed her off, then shampooed it again. When that was done, I applied some conditioner to her hair, then turned her back around so that her front was to me. I proceeded to soap her down, starting with her face, gently rubbing the soap from her eyes. I moved downward across her shoulders, being sure to wash her arms, then I dropped to my knee to wash her legs.

She braced herself against the shower wall and put a foot on my knee so that I could wash the leg and foot. When the first was done, she ran her foot across the mat to remove the soap and then raised her other foot so that it and her leg could receive the same treatment. I was very careful to only gently touch her pudendum while I was washing her legs; it would get more attention in a few moments.

Once the legs were done, I stood back up and then took the soap and the scrub brush and turned her around again. As she was rinsing her hair of the conditioner, I scrubbed her back, something she dearly loved as it exfoliated her back at the same time it satisfied any itching. That didn’t take long, and soon I was turning her again.

This time, I applied the soap to my hands and washed her collarbone, then moved to her pits, scrubbing them by hand. I put some more soap on my hands, and I drifted down to her hips and then I paid attention to her womanly crease, soaping both her vaginal opening and her anus, while at the same time I tickled her clit. She sighed and wriggled a little, her breath catching as I touched her so intimately.

Finally, I moved my soapy hands upward and forward, paying attention to her protruding stomach and her breasts. I massaged her breasts by moving my hands opposite each other in a swirling motion and I couldn’t resist saying, “Wax on, wax off!” That started Lou laughing, almost uncontrollably, even as I lightly pinched her nipples.

“Stop!” she cried, her hands going beneath her swollen breasts, supporting them. “You’ll make me pee again!” She laughed.

“So?” I teased, “you’re in the tub, you won’t get the floor dirty, and if you hit me, it’ll just rinse off.” Instead of saying anything, she just squatted slightly, and another stream of piss went down the drain. I teased her breasts again, this time Lou groaned and my hands were wet by something warmer than the water cascading down her back. I looked at my hands and they were filling up with the white milk from her teats.

Well, I wasn’t going to waste any, so I fell to my knees again, and kneeling as tall as I could, I took one nipple in my mouth and sucked it lustily. Lou groaned again, and held my head to her breast. I was rewarded with more of her life-giving sustenance, and I swallowed greedily. It took a little longer this time, but when the first breast was no longer giving me her sweet milk, I took the other breast and drained it, too.

Finally, there was nothing left in her, and the water was cooling off. I shooed her out of the shower to dry off while I took a very quick and very cold shower. It was probably just as well: draining her breasts of her milk had turned me on something fierce, and it was only the cold water that made the tumescence recede.

I toweled off, put the towel on the shower door, then went back into the bedroom where a weird, but nice, scene greeted me: Jenny was sitting on the bed in her tiny t-shirt and miniscule panties as Lou was getting dressed. Lou was struggling to pull up her shorts. I watched as Jenny put down the small bits of cloth that had been in her lap and helped Lou pull up the shorts from behind. Lou’s breasts dangled a little as she bent slightly to pull the elasticized pregnancy panel up the front of her tummy. Jenny reached back and grabbed the cloth, revealing it to be a bra, somewhat larger than the few Lou might normally wear.

“I’m glad you convinced me to get a nursing bra, Jenny,” said Lou as she gently placed her boobs in the bra’s cups. “My milk let down this morning and I’m afraid I’m going to start leaking! Wouldn’t that give some matriarch something to talk about!”

Jennifer laughed, then handed Lou a t-shirt emblazoned with “Daddy’s Little Squirt!” just above where the protrusion of Lou’s tummy started. “As if your t-shirts don’t give them enough to gossip about!” Jenny said. She may have been only thirteen, but sometimes it felt like she was already thirty-years-old.

I must have sighed or something, because she looked over at me and asked, “Did it taste good?”

“Did what taste good?” I’m not always the quickest on the uptake, and seeing these two females in dishabille made what blood I had leave my brain to head south.

“Mother’s milk, dumb-dumb,” she retorted. “And get dressed. You might mentally and emotionally scar me for life with your casual nudity!”

“Yes, Mother,” I said and stuck out my tongue at her. She returned the gesture.

“All right, you two,” chuckled Lou, “that’s enough. Both of you get dressed while I make breakfast.” She paused. “Unless Jonny wants to take us out for breakfast, that is.”

I was pulling up my shorts by this time, having decided to go commando, just like Lou always did. “Sure, if that’s what you want, Lou. Any idea of where?”

She didn’t say anything to me but took Jenny by the shoulder and herded her out the door, leaving me to finish getting dressed, as little as that was. I heard them murmuring down the hall, then Jenny’s door closed and Lou stuck her head in the doorway.

“How’s Hungry Howies?” she asked, knowing I loved their omelets. I gave her a thumbs-up gesture, and bent over to tie up my sneakers, then headed to the living room.

Jenny was there and she had a small bag as well as her purse slung over her shoulder. “What’s up with the bag?” I asked.

“Lou said it was going to be a nice day, so she wants to make the most of it. First we’re going to the Arboretum, then she said something about going to the lake, so I thought I should bring a bikini and towel if that’s what we’re going to do.”

“Very sensible,” I agreed. I started to go back to our bedroom when I met up with Lou. “So we’re going to the lake?” I asked.

She also had a bag, although you could have fit four of Jenny’s bags into the one Lou was lugging. “Yeah,” she said. “It’s going to get warm later, so why not? You don’t have anything on your calendar, do you?”

She knew very well my calendar was blank. After her revelations about my not being sterile as I was led to believe by my ex-wife, Cindy, and the lies she had told the judge in order to get divorced from me, I consulted my attorney and he brought the whole affair to the judge who granted our divorce. The judge was not happy and, as a consequence for Cindy’s lying, all of the alimony I had paid her was reversed, along with interest. That, and the fact that I no longer had to make the alimony payments in the first place, made it possible for me to be more selective in the work I did, so my weekends were now my own, thank you very much, and not at the whim of some bride or her mother.

Believe it or not, I sometimes missed the controlled chaos that is a wedding, but I enjoyed my weekends being free, too. I treasured these days, especially, because I knew we would soon have more noise and chaos once the baby came. I looked forward to that, but I also loved these days of relative quiet.

So I answered her, “No, my calendar’s clear for the day. I’ll go get my suit and a towel.”

“Don’t bother. I have them both here in the bag. You could go find us an old blanket to spread out on the sand, though.”

I knew right where one was, and by the time I had it, they were ready to go. Somehow, in that short period of time, they had managed to put together a small lunch so we could have a picnic, too. Lou thought of everything!

Since Jenny had let the cat out of the bag, so to speak, about our first destination, I got us to the arboretum quickly. We piled out, and Jenny said, “I want to see where that waterfall is. That was such a neat picture!”

Lou and I had visited the arboretum earlier in the year, when it was a bit colder than it was now, and she convinced me to photograph her at the far corner of the place, where they had a water feature. It was a small waterfall with a pond surrounded by lots of greenery. I liked the picture, too, and soon we were where I had photographed Lou in all her naked glory.

Jenny got down on her haunches and put her hands up, like a movie director, picturing the spot and the angle. “Jonny,” she said, “would you take a picture of me here, too?”

“Not without your clothes on,” I said.

“I know that,” she rejoined, putting on that voice teenagers use when they think the adult is being obtuse. “When I’m getting my senior pictures done. I want one, just like Lou’s!”

“And, just who do you think you’d show them to?” I asked, maybe a little crossly. “Your father would have me by the balls if I took pictures of you nude!”

“Who said he’d ever see them? I might want something to give some guy who’s joining the Marines!”

Lou stepped in, then. “OK, you two. That’s far in the future, so don’t get uptight, Jonny. And, you,” she turned to Jenny, “stop teasing Jonny. “He’s not ready for you to be that grown-up!”

Jenny apologized to both Lou and me and we continued our walk through the greenhouse. It was very warm in there, and also very humid. In just a few minutes, my shirt was sticking to my back and arms from my sweat, and neither Lou nor Jenny was immune. Lou’s t-shirt was showing wet spots on the back, and you could tell from the way Jenny’s blouse clung to her that she was not wearing a bra. Not that she really needed one, but...

We eventually made it out of the greenhouse and out to the rest of the gardens. What, in January, had been sere and bare, was now in full-growth, with a riot of color. We enjoyed the vibrancy of the red and yellow and blue flowers, interspersed with the contrasting flowers of white. The color was all around us.

And then Jenny squealed. Right in front of her hovered a hummingbird, working on the blossom of a flower in a basket. It moved from flower to flower, not paying attention to the quivering young lady behind her. I could tell that Jenny was excited. Then, the hummingbird was gone, as if it had never been there.

“Did you see that? Did you see that?” she squealed again. “What kind of flowers were those?”

I bent down to see the little identification tag. “It says ‘lantana.’ These must be lantana flowers.” They were red and yellow and white.

“Oh, Jonny, I gotta have a basket of these!” Jenny was fairly bouncing in her excitement. “Please, Jonny, when we go home, can we stop and get some?”

Lou piped up: “Yes, Jenny. I think I’d like them, too. I’d also like to start a couple of flower gardens at the house. Jonny isn’t much on decorating.” She gently poked me in the ribs. “We’ll see what we can do, OK?”

Jenny readily agreed, and we continued to walk through the gardens. The paths took a circular route so that we ended up just outside the greenhouse. There was an entrance/exit there so that we didn’t have to go back through the greenhouse, and we continued on to the car. Once we got there, I said, “Where to now, ladies?”

Jenny matter of factly said, “The lake.”

Lou nodded her head and said, “Yes. I think we can find a picnic table there, maybe under some trees. I’m feeling a bit warm.”

I looked at her, glancing as I drove. She did look a bit flushed. Of course, I thought, she’s pregnant, she’s just walked at least a mile, and it’s about 85 degrees out. Of course, she’s hot. I turned on the AC in the van and she sighed.

We got to the lake and I hauled the cooler out to a picnic table that was beneath a tree and at the same time not so far from the water we couldn’t see it. I must admit, it looked very inviting. It really wasn’t that much cooler under the trees, but it did keep the worst of the sun off of us.

Jenny started to scarf down the food as if it were her last meal. I started to say something, but Lou interrupted me, surprising me with what I considered to be parental advice: “Jennifer: don’t eat so fast; you’ll upset your stomach. And you can’t get into the water for at least thirty minutes!”

Jenny whined about it not being fair, and how Lou was starting to sound like her mother! I kept my mouth shut, even though I thoroughly agreed with Lou. Jenny, however, did slow down a bit, and started talking about the hummingbird.

As we finished lunch, Lou suggested that I lug the cooler back to the van and get the blanket and the tote bags with our clothing changes. I told Lou to just sit in the shade and I got Jenny to help me. I had also packed a large beach umbrella and when we got all of the gear to where Lou was sitting, she got up slowly and we headed to the changing/bathrooms at the edge of the beach area. I had Lou and Jenny go change first.

Maybe I should have changed first. When they came out of the changing room, I know my jaw hit the ground! Jenny emerged first and what she was wearing was about as skimpy a bathing suit as I had ever seen on a woman, let alone a thirteen-year-old girl! First, it was white, which went well with her Mediterranean coloring, but the triangles of cloth barely covered her nipples and pussy. Thankfully, she did not strain the material, being too young and physically immature to do that, but I was having a hard time believing her father would have approved of such an outfit. Her mother, maybe, but certainly not Giovanni!

Of course, when Lou came out, a more mature, definitely pregnant woman, she was just as stunning. I must have looked very comical, and I know that my cock was straining my shorts as I gazed upon the woman I considered my wife. She wore black, and her breasts did strain the material. The little patches, like Jenny’s, barely covered her nipples, and did not completely cover her areola which had become much darker and larger as her pregnancy had progressed. Thankfully, Lou kept her pussy shaved and there weren’t any stray hairs peeking out around the cloth that barely hid her pudenda.

As she passed me, she reached out and pushed my jaw back into place. Neither woman’s suit had any material in the back, and so their asses were on full display. I know string bikinis were all the rage, but on a nine-month pregnant woman? It’s probably a good thing that Lou didn’t reach further up on my face, because I know my eyes were bugged out as well as my jaw hanging open.

“Go change, Jonny,” whispered Lou. “And close your mouth. You look like you’ve never seen a bikini before!”

Jenny chimed in. “The flies fly in and the flies fly out!” She giggled. “Yeah, Jonny. You look silly!”

I deliberately closed both my mouth and my eyes. Lou handed me my suit, looked pointedly at my midsection, and said, “You might want to take care of things while you’re in there.”

I knew exactly what she meant and I clutched my suit to my front as I slid off the table and headed towards the changing room. In my wake I heard some whispering, then Jenny’s laughter. I know I was turning red, but what else could I do? I hurried into the room, found a cubicle with a door, sat on the toilet and took care of business, as Lou had suggested. It didn’t take long, as the after-image of those two in those miniscule suits had me charged up. If Lou had been in there, I would have bent her over the sink, moved the string of the suit to the side and fucked her silly. It was much easier putting on my suit afterwards, that was certain.

By the time I came out of the changing room, Lou and Jenny had set up the umbrella and blanket on the sand. When I got to where they were, Lou was fanning herself. “It’s really hot out, isn’t it?” she asked.

I nodded and turned to Jenny, who had laid out her beach towel and was preparing to lie down as she waited the prescribed thirty minutes. She was outside the shade of the umbrella, so I suggested that she put on some sunscreen before she got too comfortable.

She looked at Lou. “Can Jonny put it on for me?” she asked, in a sing-song, coquettish voice.

“Don’t you think you could do it for yourself?” replied Lou.

“Oh, I’ll get my front,” said Jenny. “I just need him to do my back.”

Lou looked at me and nodded and I took the lotion from Jenny’s hand. “Lie down,” I said. I was glad that I had ‘taken care of business,’ because this looked like it could be a dangerous situation. However, I was determined to act as if she were my daughter, and not some bimbo I could ravish.

Jenny lay down on her tummy, and I dribbled the sunscreen down her back. She screeched as the cooler liquid hit her back, but she didn’t jump up. I proceeded to rub the lotion across her shoulders and down her arms before I put some more on her and rubbed it down the small of her back. She cooed with pleasure as I rubbed.

“Don’t forget her legs,” said Lou as I started to get up, thinking I was done. I looked at her, then back at the nymphet in front of me, then back to Lou. Lou nodded, so I put some lotion in my palm and worked down first one leg, then the other. I even put some on the soles of her feet. It certainly wouldn’t do to have them get burned!

I was just about ready to try once again to get up when Lou said, “Get all of her!” I looked down at Jenny and noticed that her buttocks did not show any of the lotion. I had deliberately not done them for fear of what Lou’s reaction might be. I should have guessed that Lou, with her bohemian ways, would not have thought it unusual for a man to apply sunscreen to the whole girl. I just applied myself quickly and as efficiently as possible to task, trying to avoid any areas that might be misinterpreted.

Jenny murmured her thanks, and squirmed a little, moving the sand beneath her into a more comfortable configuration. Jenny had her head turned away from us as I sat next to Lou. “You probably should have some sunscreen, too,” I said, waving the bottle in front of her.

“You first,” she said, taking the bottle from my hand. She motioned for me to turn around as she put some of the lotion in her hand. When I was turned, she reached out and spread it across by shoulders, and then down my back. “You can get your legs and front, Jonny,” she said as she finished.