New Growth

25 WEEKS

What a difference a few weeks can make. Slowly but surely, Juliet's stomach began pushing out to the point that it was no longer a paunch it was a real a true baby bump. It wasn't massive by any means, it just popped out an inch or two past her chest, but it was glorious all the same, with actual mass and presence. Also, we were starting to get worried when we didn't feel the baby kick since 19 weeks, as its believed the baby starts kicking at 18 to 20 weeks. Throughout that whole time, not so much as a peep. But then one Wednesday night, when we were enjoying a night of romance. Or more like our kind of romance, the amazing happened.

I was sitting on the couch watching the nightly news, and when it started a new segment that really didn't catch my interest, something about a surfing dog tournament, I began the massive undertaking of finding the remote. Then suddenly, the volume on the TV got incredibly loud, the news anchor who was usually ever so calming made me go deaf before the screen went black and all went silent.

"Forgive me, Baby Man." Someone with a terrible fake Russian accent announced behind me. Of course I knew who it was. I turned around to see Juliet in the sluttiest getup I've seen so far. Thigh high leather boots, Biker cap, and only a pair of suspenders running down her bare chest, barely covering her boobs and attached to the smallest pair of booty shorts I've ever seen. Her tits have grown quite a bit recently, to the point where the slightest arousal would send streams of milk to run down her body.

Even now as she was talking, they were leaking. Causing wet spots to appear on each suspender.

"It is amazing thing," Russian Juliet said, "Merely looking upon you, my titty milk springs free like hose of water." While saying this, she slipped a hand under one suspender and caressed one of milk filled tits, while the other caressed her gorgeous stomach. Her rose garden tattoo stretched beautifully over her taught skin.

"And you are?" I asked with a comic level of curiosity.

"I am Maria Kirov." She said as she strutted up to me and planted her boot on the couch right between my legs. "Are you wait for permission? Rrravish me, Baby man."

As was routine I did as the mother of my child asked. Happily so.

Completely overlooking her dominant persona I got to work unbuttoning her shorts and pulling down her suspenders just a significantly large stream of breast milk leaked down her pregnant belly. I saw the persona of Maria Kirov flicker out of existence as the feeling her leaking breasts and the anticipation of my button fiddling and got me feeling the same. I began pulling down her shorts but soon learned that since they were booty shorts they were to tight on her body and couldn't get past the curve of her ass.

I was ready to laugh my ass off but Juliet was already way ahead of me. And being so pregnant meant that every chuckle caused her entire belly to jump and shake like crazy. And somehow, that movement helped the denim inch its way down her butt until her bare pussy was set free so I went to work licking and kissing the second most beautiful pair of lips.

But Juliet was still laughing. Meaning the undulating motion spread throughout her lower body and with her pregnant swell hanging right over my head meant that her belly was basically bouncing up and down on my cranium.

And as I was really getting to work I felt Juliet's entire demeanor change. Gone was Maria Kirov and the fun and erotic Juliet I knew, and in was a whole new Juliet.

"Babe? Babe. Babe!? BABE!!" She screamed as if making a stunning realization.

I moved out from under her and watched her eyes widen and her jaw drop as her hands moved up and down her swell in absolute amazement.

"The baby's kicking." The way she said those words felt like it was the most awe-inspiring, world-shaking event the world had ever seen. I felt the same way, and placed my ear right against her stomach and strained my ears to listen and more importantly feel.

When I felt that small kick from inside my girlfriends stomach, I felt so amazingly happy. And looking up at Juleit's face, I knew she felt the same.

"That's out baby." I stated in awe.

37 WEEKS

Despite all of our doctors warnings about sex during the later stages of pregnancy, we still fucked like it was the end of the world every day. Each day with a different theme to get each other off.

"I love you, Jewels" I screamed as I slammed into my girlfriends ass, her belly now too big to do missionary.

“I love you too!” Juliet squealed. “Give it to me! You’re going to make this big preggo cum hard!”

It was slow work, especially considering how heavy and swollen she was, but I managed it as best I could. Her naked tits were hanging down on the sides of her belly and were jiggling along with the rest of her in the process. All of that pregnancy weight was coming down on her hips and on her vagina, intensifying everything. Sue moaned and rested her hands on top of her belly, rubbing it in wide, mad strokes, her eyelids twitching as she got closer and closer to her big release.

“Oh! You know just how to treat a big pregnant mama!” Juliet moaned, pinching her nipple with one hand. “I want you to knock me up over and over again! Everyone will watch me waddle around and know what you did to me!”

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you! You’re the woman of my dreams!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” She screamed. She was in the throes of ecstasy, unable to do anything else but yelp with joy. She flexed those thick thighs of hers, doing everything she could to make sex even better for her.

When she came, her whole body seemed like it froze and spasmed. She let out a huge gasp, the **** of the orgasm knocking the wind out of her, before she roared loudly, making a big deep noise for such a small, cute woman.

39 WEEKS

The doctors were now getting super serious with both of us to stop having sex so close to the approximate due date. So no vaginal sex.

So for the remaining few weeks we both settled on blowjobs and handjobs.

At 39 weeks pregnant, Juliet looked the perfect representation of a fertility goddess. Especially since tonight was goddess themed. Wearing a toga with one of her breasts left out in the open and a crown of leaves while her head bounced up and down on my cock.

As good as she felt, like always, I couldn't stop looking at her belly. By now it was absolutely massive, big enough to fill most of her lap and allow her boobs to gently rest on it.

"Juliet?" I asked.

"Hm?"

"I love you."

Suddenly she stopped sucking and looked at me with sweet and affectionate eyes, wiping her mouth and smiling at me.

"I love you too."

She then clumsily crawled her way up to may face and pressed her belly right into me.

"This is our baby. We created it together, with all the love we have. Do you feel all the warmth?"

"Yeah."

"That's his love for you."

"His?"

"Yep, its a boy. I know we said we wanted it to be a surprise but in the last checkup, my curiosity got the better of me."

I couldn't hold back the swell of my heart and then kissed Juliet with all the love I had for her. No tongue, no sucking each others face. Nothing but love.

When the kiss broke I knew just how to end the night. "Alright, its your turn"

Juliet smiled and then leaned back into the bedframe and spread her legs, but as she was getting comfortable a slow stream of liquid suddenly leaked out of her and stained the bedsheets, slowly inching further and and further until finally stopping.

We both stared at the dark stain in disbelief.

"Well, shit." I exclaimed

"I guess he really wanted to be a part of all the love. Hehe."