Pregnant

Sam opened the door to the same dark hair she had been staring at for the last half an hour. The skin was still darkly tanned, her shoulders and arms bulged with muscle. Zora wore a simple white dress with thongs tied across the deep cleavage, which exemplified her huge breasts...but Sam's gaze was drawn downward, to what those breasts were resting on.

The stomach stood out a good two feet. Sam's smile died in her throat as she looked at the arrestingly ovoid bulge.

"How...how far along...?" Sam managed.

"Eight months, seventeen days," Zora said. She ran a hand over her gravidity. "Triplets."

"Oh. Wow," Sam said.

"Yeah, I was doing this surrogate thing for my friend and then..." Zora shook her head. "Lot of straight people drama, you know? Wife got jealous, husband got clingy, and then they found out the fertility clinic was using the doctor's sperm and...can I come in? I could really use a load off my feet."

"Uh...yes, yes, absolutely, sure," Sam stammered and stepped aside as Zora waddled in.

The ass had grown with the pregnancy. Sam almost felt her heart stop as she looked at it strain that dress. Zora still had an unbelievable body, but the baby bump was throwing Sam off her game. With the care of great practice, Zora made it to the couch in the living room and sank down into it, the springs groaning alarmingly.

She looked for all the world like getting her back up was going to be a major endeavor.

"Can I, uh...offer you a drink?" Sam said, then cursed herself. Pregnant women couldn't drink booze. "Tea? Coffee? I've got some bottled water..."

"Tea would be lovely, thank you," Zora said.

Sam disappeared to the kitchen to put the kettle on and fiddle with cups.

So she's knocked up, Sam said to herself. Who cares? She's got a pussy, hands, a mouth. We can do this. We can fuck her. Just don't think about the...little parasites.

It was easier said than done. Of all the kinks she'd explored, pregnancy wasn't one. There was a reason she was a lesbian. The whole idea of having a living thing inside of her for months on end, growing within just made her skin crawl. The same thoughts and recriminations ran over and over in Sam's mind as she put together a plate with some crackers and cheese. Then the kettle whistled, and she poured the tea in the cups...and put everything on a tray and carried it back into the living room.

Where Zora had stripped off her dress.

Sam nearly dropped the tray. out of the confines of the white cloth, the tits were more amazing than she thought. Pregnancy had robbed them of some of their shape, but the bronze teats looked almost to be the side of Zora's head, the nipples a brown so dark as almost to be black, nipples as big as the tips of her thumbs, areola as big as the saucers the teacups sat on. The swollen stomach filled Zora's lap, swollen and criss-crossed with stretch marks, the dark line running up the middle toward her popped belly-button, which was pierced with a metal pin and a piece of lapis lazuli.

"It's the stomach, isn't it?" Zora said with a sigh.

"Uh?" Sam said, and not for the first time tonight hated how half-assed her dialogue was. She was here to get laid, but every other word out of her mouth was an incoherent interrogative grunt.

"It's...really hard...to get fucked when you're pregnant," Zora said. "One of the things I didn't think about before I agreed to carry these bastards. Never mind I've about ruined my body. My ankles are swollen, I have to pee every fifteen minutes, Braxton Hicks contractions...and look at my tits!"

"Oh believe me, I'm looking," Sam blurted. She had recovered enough poise to bring the tray to Zora, who accepted a cup of tea and some crackers and cheese.

"It wasn't supposed to be this way. I thought...I thought some of the women might be into it, you know? But I never imagined all the embryos would take...and here I am, big as a house, the surrogate contract fell through, and I haven't had pussy to eat for almost ten months and I could just fucking scream."

Zora chomped down on a cracker and chewed miserably. Sam sipped her tea, wishing she'd splashed some whiskey in it.

"I've, uh. Been in something of a dry spell myself," Sam said. She swallowed, knowing what she had to say, and fighting against her sudden urge not to say it. "That's why we're here, right? You and me. Two ladies **** to get laid. I'm sure we can work around...I mean, it won't get in the way, right? We just...need to think outside the box a little. Maybe I eat you out a little first...and I've got a double-ended dildo, I haven't used that in ages, but maybe..."

The pregnant woman looked up at Sam. She sipped her tea, the belly rising and falling with each breath. Sam tried on a smile, then a leer. Tried not to think about pressing her body up against that quivering mound of fecundity.

"You're not just saying that? I've been feeling so...unattractive," Zora said.

"No, no, I mean it! You're gorgeous. I mean, those fucking tits are amazing," Sam said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.

Zora licked her lips. "You know what I've always wanted to do with these tits?"

It felt like a hole opened up in Sam's stomach. The pregnant woman's dark eyes were focused on her. Sam gulped down the last of her tea, realizing she was about to find out.

The panties had been pulled down around Sam's knees. Her hands gripped one arm of the couch, exposed pussy faced toward the pregnant woman. On the other end, Zora had levered herself up into position. One great soft mass of titty squeezed in both hands. Sam's guts twisted as she felt one thick, milky nipple slip in between the lips of her cunny.

Whatever firmness Zora's boobs might once have had, they were now great saggy bags of fat and milk ducts. Sam shuddered involuntarily as Zora squeeze her teat, milk shooting into Sam's depths ad the pregnant woman tried to cram as much of her tit as possible into the pussy in front of her...and soft and huge as they were, Sam could feel the warm flesh actually squeeze inside her vaginal canal.

"Hmm, how do you like that?" Zora said. "I bet you like it, you dirty girl! I've always wanted to fuck a woman with my tit... But don't get too attached to it. Because a few more inches and I'm going to have you lick my pussy, then we're going to ride that double dildo until we both cum, if it takes all night!"

Sam moaned aloud, hoping it didn't sound fake. She wanted, needed this to work out. Except the soft tit being crammed into pussy wasn't really doing anything except making her feel uncomfortable, and the idea that actual mother's milk was spraying inside her love canal made her stomach flip. She wanted to be back on familiar territory, munching some rug or fingering a twat...

...and after a few more minutes of milk dripping out of Sam's overstuffed cunt, Zora granted her wish.

"Fuck, I can't take it anymore. I'm ready to burst!" Zora said. "Give me your tongue!"

Too big to move quickly or easily, Sam slipped off the couch and moved down onto the ground as Zora grabbed the back of the couch, her feet dangling over the front cushions, hairy cunt on display...

It was hairy, too. Unable to shave herself down there for months, it was a delightful forest of black hair that held in the pregnant woman's scent...but a clean scent, nothing dirty or disgusting. Sam buried her face in it, her nose almost slipping straight into the wet slit, and breathed in that smell...the smell she hadn't had in long, lonely months.

Her tongue ran up and down the crease, tasting the tart juice that dripped from that twat, almost fruity in its savor. Sam's hands ran over that ass, feeling the massive muscles, the new, added softness of layers of fat piled on during the pregnancy. The idea of carrying a bunch of parasites around in her abdomen was still creepy, but Sam loved what pregnancy had done to Zora's breasts and ass.

Maybe after she drops this load, and gets her pre-baby body back, she'll invite me over, Sam thought...then dismissed this as too rash. Better to focus on the cunny in front of her. The bush in hand was worth two in the future.

The heat of Zora's pussy was amazing, the groans from the pregnant woman loud and animalistic. The harder Sam worked her tongues and lips, the louder Zora got...and the pregnant woman began to push backwards, to press her ass into Sam's face, the pussy clenching and drooling so much that Sam could feel it run down her chin and drip onto her own much more modest breasts. The obvious sexual excitement of her partner drove Sam on, until her lips fastened around that little clitty and she sucked...and sucked...felt the thighs quiver and knew that Zora must be right on the edge, the cusp, of the biggest orgasm ever...

...and then there was a strangled cry. The trickle of hot juice became, momentarily, a flood, a wave of salty brine, thick and viscous, that roared out of Zora's pregnant cunt and left Sam gagging, coughing, sputtering, eyes stinging, almost blind. Her chest heaved as some of the juice went down the wrong pipe.

"Oh...oh fuck," Zora said."Oh shit, I think my water just broke. Sam? Sam, I need you to call 9-1-1, I think...I think the babies are coming..."

Sam sputtered and coughed. Half-blind she, staggered on her hands and knees for her smartphone.

The ambulance got caught in the same tailback on the highway that had delayed Zora in getting there. Sex was forgotten as the two women went through the bloody, painful, and altogether unpleasant ritual of childbirth, as aided by youtube videos and the dry voice of a 75-year-old 9-1-1 operator. By the time the paramedics knocked on the door, Sam and Zora were sitting in the ruined remnants of the couch, the cushions squelching with blood and amniotic fluid as they held the babies.

Somehow, Sam thought, as she struggled to keep her eyes open, I don't think Febreeze is going to get that out.