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A bit of a loner, he had been drifting around picking up work where he could get it. But now that he was on trial at the machine shop, he had some steady income and could think about putting down a few roots again. Very different from working in trucking. And he could start accumulating the wherewithall to get another Harley, to replace the one lost to bike thieves the previous year. No more Sidewalk Commando status for him. Through the machine shop he had met a few kindred spirits. Customers who had brought in heads for porting work, cylinders for re-boring, and when he saw Harley parts come across the counter it was like the memory of his own lost cycle was haunting him. He would go the extra mile for those customers, and soon it was being suggested that he should come and hang out, roll some numbers, blast the cobwebs out of the stereo system. They went on runs, too. Not wearing colors, nothing like that. Too much aggravation, you have to be prepared to put your life on the line if you start wearing colors. But they got a buzz out of going places in groups, just for the sheer thrill of riding. Jake would excuse himself from going on any runs, though. He wasn't going to pack double behind anyone. Getting back on his own two wheels was a matter of pride to him. Sometimes, though, he would follow along later in his tintop, to bring a keg of beer and pick up any parts that might have vibrated loose on the way. He was a man of few words, and difficult to get to know. But his machining skills made him worth knowing, to people who rode the older iron and who thought the newer Harleys were fit only for effeminate stock-brokers. Soon he was part of a circle of down-to-earth people, the kind who wouldn't hesitate to call a spade a fucking spade. Educated mainly in the University of Hard Knocks, they looked forward to Saturday morning rides and Saturday night rages, taking pride in an ability to party all night and still be able to function at work the next day. Monica-gate did not bother them at all; to their mind, frequent blowjobs should be an integral part of any Presidency. Jake ended up on best terms with Steve, Frank, John, Paul, and their ladies who they changed like library books. Except that Paul and Sharon were now an item. In fact Sharon was about six months pregnant, and quite large with it. She was quite large anyway, being very broad across the hips with big buttocks and upper legs. Real thunderthighs, complete with cellulite. He wouldn't call her obese though, in the sense of fat all over. More like "pear-shaped", since her upper half was of normal proportions. If she were to be described as having an hourglass figure, then you needed to imagine a pretty bottom-heavy glass. She also had magnificent boobs that hung fairly low. Jake had made these observations during some riverside barbecues they'd held when the weather was fine. Her bathing costume struggled to keep everything in. Especially now that her belly was distended, and her breasts had become larger than normal. She had a lovely complexion; pale, white and generally pretty flawless skin. She had a nose a bit too big for her face, and full, pouty lips. The type of lips that someone once referred to as "cock-sucking lips". He often found himself attracted to women who were not the usual fashion stereotype, especially if they had nice a complexion and nice breasts. On the other hand, Barbie-dolls and Miss Universe types didn't do a lot for him. Too unreal, he thought. He liked "real" women. Or did he just lack ambition? Her partner Paul was a little shrimp of a guy who acted big, probably because he had a complex about being small. He maintained a tough-guy image, with black leather waist-coat and long beard trimmed to make him look like a chip off the ZZ Topp. An okay guy, but with a harder edge to him than others with less to prove. And Sharon needed a bit of watching, as she didn't mind attention from other men. Not just flashing her tits at truckers while on the highway either. That was just par for the course. In all her interactions with men, she always seemed conscious of the fact that they were MEN. Flirty remarks, sexual innuendo, saying things like "Thank you hairy crutch" if a door were opened for her. If no one were paying her any attention, then she would encourage some attention. It was as if she didn't feel valid as a woman unless there were always some bees buzzing around her honeypot. Being the new boy in town and conscious that he should mind his manners, Jake would normally have just noted in passing that Sharon was attractive and left it at that. But she had this air of sweetness and vulnerability that tugged at him somehow. And she always managed to convey the impression to all men that she was one women with a very positive attitude toward fucking. Just how positive could she get, Jake couldn't help wondering? And Paul was not around for some reason, on the day that Steve celebrated his birthday. The others all decided to have a night on the town. Sharon was especially looking forward to it because she had not been out on her own for a while, and Paul was strict on her about not drinking or smoking marijuana while pregnant. Which makes sense, and she would probably have been all for it if he would only support her by abstaining himself. But why should she be a martyr while he was still having a good time? At times the rights of her unborn child would take second place to her one-up- manship with Paul. Jake's beat-up Chevy V-8 was having triple bypass surgery that week, so Sharon gave him a lift in her VW Beetle, painted a delicate shade of "nipple pink". The others all piled into Steve's car, so as to keep the amount of drink-drive convictions to a minimum. They started at a bar, drinking bourbon except Sharon who stayed on orange juice. She couldn't help joining in, though, when they went out to the alley to roll up a couple of numbers. She was as keen as anyone to dangle off the end of a spliff or three while planning the next move. After an hour or two spent "warming up" at the bar, they went on to a night club. Sharon turned a few heads when she got onto the dance floor with Jake, wearing a dark red velvet dress and carrying a stomach that announced her arrival about three yards before she got there. But she loved dancing and wanted to enjoy herself, so he thought, why not? The others stayed at the bar, while Steve found someone he fancied and started navigating her around the dancefloor. So Jake mostly danced with Sharon but not always. Another guy parked himself on the barstool next to hers and started chatting away with her. He was a travelling business type from out of town and didn't know anyone, so was willing to strike up a conversation with anybody. It was clear they were getting on like a house on fire, animated conversation followed by the odd slow dance out on the floor. It was just in Sharon's line, to have two guys fluttering around her like moths. The business type and Jake alternated the dancing duties, and next thing they all knew, she had a glass of bourbon in her hand. This guy was buying her drinks for her, and at those expensive nightclub prices, she was too flattered to refuse. Paul's strictures about abstinence were going out the window tonight, as she was already a bit stoned from the joints smoked earlier. The guy seemed to fancy her a bit, despite her obvious condition, and they were dancing kind of close. At least, as close as her huge belly would allow. His groin was bumping right up against it as they danced. Her belly had been bumping up against Jake's groin as well, especially on the slower numbers when couples get to go into a clinch. If he had looked down, he would have seen a milky-white cleavage thrust up by a bra that was now a size too small, framed by the red velvet v-neck of her dress. Friend's wife or not, that kind of thing is instant hard- on material, and in her condition any hard-on would be unavoidably pressed against her navel. So Jake kept his gaze fixed over her shoulder and silently said "Down, boy!" to his stirring dick. When this other chap danced with her, he took no such precautions. Jake could see him glancing down at her boobs from time to time, and she knew it but was enjoying the attention. Jake saw no harm in it. He supposed that she liked to feel attractive, and not just be treated like the Goodyear blimp. After they'd been there about two hours Steve decided he was going to leave with his new-found friend, so that they could get to know each other better. This broke up the party somewhat, as he was the reason for coming out in the first place. The others went and caught a cab, to go home and give the stereo some exercise while they mellowed out. But Sharon told Jake that she wanted to stay and dance a bit longer. So the two of them went back out onto the floor. The friendly stranger had also gone, so it was now a party of two. They were both on a high by now, from the bourbon and the dope. Her hand went around his back to pull him closer, so his crutch was constantly rubbing against her taut, distended belly. It felt good to be gliding over the dancefloor to those smoochy numbers the DJ's always put on in the later part of the evening. Jake had one of her hands held in his, and every so often she would give it a squeeze. His other hand was resting on her hip. Any time that it moved slightly, it would slide the velvet of her dress up and down over her bare skin. Looking down, he could see her eyes were closed, and she was just going with the flow of wherever he steered her. Her ample cleavage was truly a vision of loveliness, and his half-erect cock would twitch every so often at the sight. Pressed hard against her, there was no way that she couldn't have felt it stirring into life. They hadn't yet really crossed the line of improper behaviour. Sure, his semi-hardon was jammed up against her, but what could he do? It was unavoidable, really. He was sure she would understand his predicament. Don't know if Paul would be so understanding, though ... . The line began to be crossed at the moment when she started to swing her hips in time to the music, so that her belly was brushing back and forth against his cock. This got it to almost full hardness. If he moved away, she pulled him back again. It appeared that she was deliberately trying to give him a hard-on. She had also leaned forward so that her head was almost resting on his shoulder, and the change in body angle meant that his hand had now slid around onto one of her massive buttocks. The rotation of her hips meant that his palm was slipping the velvet material back and forth across her backside, in little motions on a bodypart which experience taught him was definitely an erogenous zone. They were now about as closely intertwined as it is possible to be with a heavily pregnant woman in a public place. It looked like she intended to break some vows that no man is supposed to put asunder. But it felt so good to be holding her that he did not want to pull away. The fact that she was pregnant was neither a turn-on nor a turn-off, in fact it was pretty irrelevant at that stage. She just wanted to be held, and he was happy to hold her. Jake was a fellow who always cultivated a gruff exterior, as did most of the males of his social background. It made him a better poker player, but didn't mean that he was a totally unfeeling swine. Her air of innocence and vulnerability was getting to him, and from what he knew of their relationship he tended to side with her over Paul. A stupid, dangerous thing to do, but he felt drawn to her and was starting to get protective of her. Not to mention aroused. Down boy, dammit! Finally he said. "It's time we went." Well, if he hadn't said that, the sweep-up people would have found them still there in the morning! She said "Okay," and hand-in-hand they headed for the exit. There was no conversation between them as she drove the VW Beetle homewards, except once when suddenly, out of nowhere, she said, "I've always liked big guys." He knew at once that this was an invitation to go and view her etchings. It was a clear reference to the fact that he stood at 6'1" and 220 lb, while Paul was a runty 5'5" and 130 lb. But apart from that one simple statement about preferred male physique, she said nothing else and neither did he. It was just assumed by both of them that they were headed back to her place. They pulled up in the drive and headed toward the darkened house. She waddled in front of him up the steps, pulling her housekey out of her bag. Inside, she turned on a single light for the hall and went straight down to the bedroom. Her bedroom ... and Paul's too. Jake could see a wedding photo in a frame, and a photo of the two of them seated on Paul's Harley. She stopped and turned, lit up only by the light from the hallway, and stood waiting. He walked slowly in, head spinning with thoughts of guilt, tenderness ... and horniness. If there is one thing he can't seem to resist, it is being wanted. It seems so ungentlemanly to refuse a lady. Despite the danger of big time consequences if Paul ever found out, he knew that the moment they kissed he would be lost. And so it proved. Those "cock-sucking" lips were warm and full, and swiftly enveloped his protruding tongue. Her belly was once more rubbing on his crutch, while he put one hand on her bum again and brought the other up onto her breasts. They were big and heavy, and even with the support of a bra they hung very low. The nipples were huge, and could be easily felt through the layers of material. He glided his thumb back and forth over one, and after a few moments felt it stiffen even more. Her mouth was open to his, soft lips crushed against him and tongues swirling around each other. One of her hands came up and she brushed a fingernail over his nipple through the shirt material. God, he loved it when his nipples were being played with! There must be nerves running from each one straight down to his cock. His hand on her backside tugged at the velvet material until the hem had come up and he could reach into the waistband of her panties. Her wobbly arse cheeks were colossal, and soft like grabbing a handful of featherdown pillow. He stroked the bare skin around her butt-crack, in the sensitive area by her anus. Time to see her naked. He always enjoyed undressing a women, and liked to take his time to reveal everything bit by bit. First he stood behind her and unzipped her at the back, then slid that dress up over her head. This brought into view sensible cotton panties that were dwarfed by the size of her arse into looking more like a g-string. There was seemingly acres of milky white cellulite-dimpled flesh around her bum and thighs. Then he revealed her sturdy bra with its row of hooks, straps cutting into her sides under the weight they bore. He left her there in her underwear while he dropped his pants and shirt, and freed his cock from his briefs. He stood against her bum, with her buttocks pushed into his thighs and cock against the small of her back. Reaching around, he played with a breast through the bra, running his hand over the thick material and feeling the heavy sponginess within. The other hand made widening circles over the tight skin of her swollen stomach, round and tight as a drum. He tried to reach around to her crotch but the stomach was too big and he could only reach the pussy hair at the top of her mound under the waistband of her panties. Jake's hips were thrusting his cock in little fucking movements against the billowy flesh of her buttocks. She was leaning back into him with her eyes closed, savouring the sensation of the little touches he was giving her here and there. Jake unhooked the bra and slid it forward until it fell away from her breasts. He took their weight in his cupped hands and looked down at them over her shoulder. The hormonal changes of pregnancy had made the nipples enormous, almost twice the normal size. The areolae had darkened into a deep reddish brown instead of the more usual pink. Blue veins could be seen criss-crossing the pale white surface of the breasts themselves. Absolutely delicious. He just had to get his lips onto those! But next, the panties. He knelt behind her and eased them down, having to tug them out from where they had ridden up into her arse crack. He leaned forward and bit gently into the quaking arse flesh. There was just so much of it! He rubbed the palms of his hands excitedly over the huge buttocks, trying to cover as much of it as he could. Still kneeling, Jake turned her around. In the shadow of her over-hanging belly was soft brown pussy hair, but it was hard to see much. He said "Lie on the bed" and she slowly made herself comfortable, packing a pillow behind her and putting her legs up into a wide- apart "childbirth" position. This exposed her completely to his view. The same hormonal changes had darkened her inner thigh area, and made the pussy lips very thick and rubbery-looking. He had never seen a pussy quite like it. The lips seemed to pout outwards and hold her vagina open. So open, in fact, that it was possible to look partway up it. Everything looked bigger than what he considered to be "normal". Jake touched, gently poked and prodded, circled her inner thighs with his finger tips, and ran them through her pussy hair. He inserted a finger into her vagina. It was so open that it went up easily even though her insides were not yet very slippery. Sharon just lay there and let him explore her, satisfying his curiosity. Her stomach towered up between them and blocked her view of him. Her big pudding-like breasts had rolled outwards into her armpits. Although her pussy parts looked big, the wide spread of her buttocks and girth of her thighs made it seem disproportionately small. In fact most of the time her stomach and massive thighs would have obscured it almost completely from view when standing, but right now she was all opened out before him. He wanted to lick her and generally make merry with her genitals, but not yet. The whole night was still ahead of them, and next on his agenda were those big floppy breasts of hers. "Get up on top of me?" he asked. He lay on his back beside her and she eased herself up to bring a massive thigh over. She straddled him across his hips, so that his cock was sandwiched against her pubic mound. He looked up at the huge stomach reaching almost to his chest, and her breasts sitting upon its upper swell like jugs upon a shelf. Those big nipples pointed slightly downwards, aiming at his face. Jake glided his hands over the hardness of her stomach and up onto the softness of her breasts, enjoying the contrast of textures. "Lean forward." She put her hands down on either side of his head to support herself as she swung those globes over his face. Her stomach was resting against his midriff. Earlier, looking down had shown him an impressive cleavage. Now, he was looking up into a veritable canyon. The force of gravity brought her breasts down a long way from her chest, so that if he were to start one swinging it would crash into the other. Jake was getting a beautiful closeup view of the huge darkened nipples, and the bluish veins showing through the pale skin around them. He flicked out his tongue, and started teasing the smooth flesh of the underhang area, avoiding the nipple apart from having it occasionally brush against his nose. Then he sampled the other breast in case it was getting jealous. This time he licked at the nipple with just the tip of his tongue. It was huge and firm, and, taking it between his lips, it seemed to fill his mouth like a little cock. He gave the first nipple the same treatment, then took it right into his mouth and began to suckle in earnest. Jake felt like he was in heaven! Now that he'd latched onto the nipple firmly, Sharon lowered herself some more so that his face was covered in titty flesh. It was hard to breathe, but he managed to get a nostril free and continued sucking her teat into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the end of it. Sharon started moving her pubic mound against him, rocking her whole body back and forth in slight movements with her opening placed right against the length of his cock. She was using his shaft to stimulate her clit as she rocked. With his mouth full of pillowy boob-flesh, his hands were free to roam over her buttocks and thighs. They held this position for several minutes, as she gently rocked and used the sensations he was giving her to build excitement but without actually coming. "Make me wetter." She raised herself up again and slid forward, holding the bedhead to steady herself as she brought her knees up on either side of his head and sat over his face. His view was blotted out by the expanse of pale cellulite rising up past his ears, and barely in focus was a close- up of her reddened gash hovering about two inches from his nose. The smell was "interesting" - no, make that "exciting". Everything was opened out like a large exotic orchid, and his extended tongue could penetrate her vagina quite far before coming into contact with her inner pussy lips. These lips protruded quite far, even beyond the hairy outer ones. Having about an inch of room in which to move, he dabbled and licked the puffy outer lips from anus to clit, then did the same with the inner ones, pausing now and again to suck them right into his mouth and tug on them gently. A thick. sticky mucus was starting to flow from within her, and he used his tongue to spread it onto her outer lips. The pubic hair there was getting wet and matted with the mixture of mucus and saliva. Then he probed at the little tent of her clitoral hood, actually wriggling the tip of his tongue inside it to directly stimulate the tip of the clit itself. Sharon's breathing was by now getting quite short and ragged, with the odd sharp intake of breath as Jake's tongue poked into the little lair of her clit. "Stop. I want to come with you inside me." "Okay. But first, get me REALLY hard." She got off him, and he rolled off the bed and stood up. She sat on the edge of the bed and took him in hand. First just a lick across the knob, then a slurp at his shaft, tongue flicked across his balls a few times, then she swallowed him up. It felt glorious. The action was all in her lips, and teeth were well out of the way. She occasionally paused to swirl her tongue over the head, but to him it felt better to have the hotness and friction of her pouty lips sliding past it and down the shaft below. It was an incredibly erotic feeling, and an erotic sight to see her concentrating on him, head bobbing up and down and boobs swaying about, making little slurping noises as she sucked. The skin of his prick was now as tight as a drum. "Okay, enough." She got back onto the bed. "Now, how do I get past your stomach?" "Lets try missionary." She lay back with her legs up again, and put a pillow under her arse to raise it up a bit. He got between those logs of thighs and used his hands to part them as widely as he could. He had to keep himself in a pretty upright position, otherwise he would be see-sawing on her stomach. He placed his cockhead between those engorged lips, and moved his hips forward. It slid in easily, but the angle was such that he could not penetrate very deeply. Felt good though, kind of different. There was an unusual stickyness to her insides, and heavy mucus got coated onto his cock. Because things were so opened- up, she was not very tight. But the friction was sufficient to please him. He was content to pole back and forth, and could happily carry on like that for quite some time. Jake struck up a rhythm that had the springing of the mattress bouncing her down and back up onto him, while his hands rubbed her huge belly and stroked across her thighs. Her breasts surged back and forth in the pools formed by her armpits, as their fucking rocked her whole body on the bed. "How is it?", he asked her. "Its good, but not great. I won't come unless you bang my clit." "Hard to do from this angle. Want to try from the other side?" He withdrew and she rolled over, getting up on her knees to put her bum in the air while stomach rested on the mattress and her arms hugged the pillow. The classic "doggy style" position. Jake got behind her, and as far as his eye could see there was nothing but mountainous derriere, with a furry valley peeping out from between. He moved in and plunged his cock into her passage again. This time he could bury it completely. He just loved the feel of her big pliant buttocks pressed into him, fitting into the curve of his groin, while his cock was so thoroughly immersed in her inner warmth. He thought, to hell with skinny chicks! This is perfect. This position was much better for him than the other, and he started to move more vigorously. He could see the tremours caused by his humping dissipate through her vast backside, like shock waves radiating out from the epicentre of an earthquake. "Am I hitting the right spot?" he asked, shoving as hard as he could go. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." One of her hands had reached back under her, and as his balls swung against her on each thrust he could feel her fingertips working away on her clit. Time to go for it then. He sank his fingers into the flesh of her upper legs to pull her more firmly against him as he thrusted, and picked up the pace some more. This was feeling really good. A few more minutes like that, and then the contractions started. He had never felt anything like it. At first he thought Junior was trying to kick him out of there. Just small squeezing down onto his cock to begin with, but then her internal muscles started strong and regular contractions that put him in a vise-like grip. He would thrust, she would squeeze, he would pull back, and thrust again. He was not being gentle about it, either. After each squeeze, Sharon would make a sound that was halfway between "Oh!" amd "Ow!". Her fingers were working her clit into a frenzy. Then she started shaking. Really quaking. After each contraction her whole body shivered. The squeezing was at its strongest by then, most stimulating to Jake's cock, and he was feeling the spunk start to well up in him. Then he started to shoot, and for each squirt he slammed his cock as far in as he could. He was pulling her hard against him with two fistfuls of soft flesh, and going out of control as he tried to get in as deep as he could. It was like having his prick stuck inside one of those suction cups they use for milking cows. Her insides were practically wringing him dry. He ground to a halt, and noticed that her shivering had stopped. The contractions continued, though less strongly. Jake rested against her bum with his softening cock still inside her, and they stayed like that for several minutes as they caught their breath again. The squeezing around his prick carried on for all that time, though getting weaker and further apart. "Gee! What was that?" "Practice run for childbirth." "You're kidding me!" "No, its a part of being pregnant. When I come, I REALLY come. Lately I've been having the most powerful orgasms of my life. If any slightest thing gets my cunt twitching ... well, now you've seen the result. It's still going on. Feel!" He poked a finger back into her vagina, and sure enough, he could still feel occasional spasms in there. "And here was me thinking people can't have sex during pregnancy!" "That's what Paul thinks, too. He is grossed out by me at the moment. He doesn't mind me sucking him off to keep *him* satisfied, but if I want anything in return he just about throws up. I've been a do-it-yourself-er these past few months. Until *your* prick came along, that is. I could feel it through your pants when we were dancing, and that's when I decided I was going to have you." "But we'll just be occasional fuckbuddies, right?", she added. "I don't want Paul to find out." Jake snuggled up and put his arms around her, feeling all tender and sympathetic. This was a lady he could find himself falling in love with, if he didn't watch out. "It'll be our secret. And at least I don't have to worry about getting you pregnant!" "Mmmmm ... you were great! I really enjoyed it. But you better go, in case there is trouble. Do you mind catching a cab?" Jake would have liked to have lingered, maybe even rung the bell for the start of Round Two in a little while, but not if there was a chance Paul would discover them. Paul may only be a wee fella, but it was well known that he prized his shotgun second only to his motorcycle. Meanwhile, Paul peeped out at them from his hiding place in the closet, hand still on his cock. The ejaculate running over his knuckles and down his shaft was already starting to turn cold, and he badly wanted Sharon to start warming it up again for him. He was so glad Sharon had come around the idea of fucking Jake. So many of their fantasies were coming true in one night! He loved the larger-than-life feeling of sex with a pregnant woman, and would be quite happy if Sharon could stay pregnant forever. He also loved it when she got attention from other men, pregnant or not. *She* loved it when she got attention from other men, it seemed to bolster her sense of femininity. And it would amuse them both to see Jake trying his best to "act naturally" around them in future, as if nothing was happening. The sucker! And now, Paul was about to have another fantasy come true; sloppy seconds! But first they had to get Jake out of the way. Hurry up, Sharon! What's taking you so long to get rid of him? ______________________________________________________ Kristen's collection - Directory 8