Arrival in Pourton

I followed my pregnant companions through the station, a classy 19th century building. Dragging my luggage along, I envied them for their light handbags. Though, of course, they were carrying around another kind of weight …

We stepped outside onto the plaza, where Pourton greeted us with a preview of its famous libertè. I had heard stories about this city, read articles and seen videos. Still, the openness of the town-folk gently surprised me. Quite a few of the plaza benches were occupied by couples cuddling, kissing passionately, or engaging in full-fledged intercourse. The chirping of birds mingled with joyous moans.

Jemma sighed and massaged her bulging belly. 'Home, sweet home. That's a view you don't get anywhere else in the country, huh?'

'Well, other towns are slowly adapting, but …'

Jemma grinned. 'Nothing beats Pourton if you're horny. Speaking of … There's a little something I should have taken care of on the train.' She mustered me. 'Would you mind …'

Liz giggled.

It took me a moment to realize what she meant. 'Um, right here?'

'Well no, I'm not that desperate. Somewhere close by. You know, for … first contacts, some privacy can't hurt. So we can enjoy ourselves without being disturbed.'

I hesitated (only for a brief moment, of course, and only to be polite). 'Alright.'

Jemma took my hand and led me through the crowd of travellers and love-birds. Liz followed behind.

We walked over to a brick house, recently renovated and adorned with a neon sign above the door that read 'The Tavern'. The doors stood wide open. Jemma guided is inside. After my eyes adjusted the dim light, I screened my environs. The front room we had entered was an amalgamation of medieval tavern and cozy café.

Roughly 20 people filled the place, some sitting at the counter, letting their eyes wander, others grouped around tables. The latter—couples and throuples alike—didn't hold back any more than their counterparts outside. Only difference was they were aided by drinks and deliciously smelling pastry.

A slender redhead waitress, about four months pregnant, welcomed us.

'We'll be in the back, as usual', Jemma informed her.

The waitress smiled, briefly looking at me in a knowing manner.

'They got nice, cozy chambers here", Jemma explained, as she opened a wooden door I hadn't noticed at first. Through a small corridor, she lead us into an little room. It was furnished with a low-standing table and an massive chaise longue.

'Damn, that's enough space for the three of us.'

'Exactly'. Jemma grinned. She sat on the couch and nonchalantly pulled her dress over her head. Her huge tits spilled out.

Although she had made her intentions clear, the sight caught me by surprise. Quite a pleasant surprise. 'No ordering drinks first?', I teased.

'We don't need to wait till Nessa comes. She's seen other things already.'

Liz sat down next to her. She seemed as hypnotized with Jemma's breasts as me. When she noticed I had caught her staring she blushed.

'A duo of adorers for my little duo', Jemma chuckled. Then, she reached for Liz's hand. Guided by her friend, the slender woman reached over and started playing with her nipples.

A subtle knock on the door let me turn around. Nessa, the redhead waitress, smiled at us. 'The usual?'

'Sure.'

I was too stunned to object. Nessa grinned and left, as Jemma waved me closer, massaging her belly. 'I'm getting hornier by the minute.'

"Do you want me to do something about that?" I asked. "Yes please" , she replied. "Take your clothes off." I unbuttoned my shirt, then my pants. Jemma grabbed my cock and started stroking it. I leaned forward and kissed her, while Liz continued playing with her tits. "Oh, that feels good" , Jemma sighed. I stood up and removed my boxers. My cock sprang free. "Wow, that's a nice one" , Jemma said. "Thanks" , I replied. "It's bigger than I thought it would be." Liz laughed. I knelt down between Jemma's legs and started licking her pussy. She tasted sweet and fresh. Liz put her hand between Jemma's legs and started rubbing her clit. Jemma closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations. I put a finger inside her pussy and started finger-fucking her. Liz rubbed her clit faster. Jemma moaned loudly. A shiver went through her body, making her breasts and pregnant belly bounce. "Aaahh!" she cried. Liz stopped rubbing her clit and Jemma opened her eyes. "Are you ready? Do you want me to continue?" I asked. "Yes, yes. Please, continue" . I pushed my fingers deeper inside her. "Oh yeah, that feels great! Keep going!" she screamed. Liz started rubbing her clit again. Jemma's legs shook, as she came. She clenched my fingers inside her pussy. "Ohhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh" she cried. I kept fingering her until she calmed down. Then I stood up and kissed her. "How does that feel?" I asked. "Great" , she replied. "Now it's your turn" , Liz said. Jemma stood up and told me to lay down on my back. I did as she said, my cock standing up, wet and hard. Liz straddled my waist and lowered herself down. She placed her hands on my chest and slowly impaled herself on my cock. "Oh, that feels so good" , she moaned. "Mmmm" , I replied. Liz started riding me. She leaned forward and put her hands on my shoulders. She moved her hips back and forth, up and down. Her tender tits bounced in front of me. I massaged her cute belly. Jemma sat down on the couch and played with her tits. "That feels so good" , Liz moaned. "Yeah, fuck me harder!" , she yelled. I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them. "Oh, yeah, that's it! Fuck me!" Her pregnant, sweaty beauty drove me close to the edge. "I'm gonna cum soon" , I warned. Liz leaned forward and put her hands on my chest. She started moving her hips faster. "Oh, yeah, keep going!" I moaned. Liz slammed her pussy against my cock. "Aaaahhhhhh!" she screamed. I felt her pussy tighten around my cock. I exploded inside her. "Oooooohhhhhh, ooooooohhhhhhhh" , she cried. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. After a few seconds, we both calmed down. I lifted my head and looked at Jemma. She was still playing with her tits. I smiled at her. "Did you enjoy watching us?" I asked. "Yes, I did" , she replied.