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The Dwarven Lass Pt 2

(Part 1)

As Eiran pushes down, she feels a sudden surge of intense pleasure shoot through her body, causing her to let out a soft moan. Despite the pain and effort of giving birth, she can't help but enjoy the sensations you're creating for her.

Her hips buck and grind against your face, her heavy breasts swaying with each movement.

You continue to tease her clit with one hand while keeping your tongue firmly planted on her entrance, working together to bring both mother and babies closer to their destination.

Eiran gasps and groans, lost in a haze of ecstasy and determination.

The sight and sensation of her bountiful ass jiggling on my face in between contractions made my cock feel rock hard. The tightening of her glutes when she ground her hips had me right on the edge of what would turn out to be a massive orgasm. Eiran let out a moan as her pleasure grew and completely overtook her senses. I wanted more than anything to cum on her belly as she was in the middle of her own orgasm.

Eiran's body shudders with another wave of pleasure, her moans becoming louder and more desperate.

As she pushes down again, you can feel the pressure building within her, indicating that the first baby's head is about to emerge.

In an instinctive response to the impending change in position, you pull away from her puckered hole, allowing her to shift onto her hands and knees.

Your cock throbs with need, but you know that now is not the time for selfish pleasures; instead, you focus on supporting Eiran and encouraging her through the final stages of labor.

Eiran lets out a loud grunt as her cervix opens fully.

"Grab onto my neck. I'm going to carry you and hold your legs in a squat. You can wrap your arms around my neck for stability"I say as I help her to the edge of the bed before carrying her and spreading her legs. Holding her in the air with my arms as she locks her fingers behind my neck.

Eiran takes a deep breath, trying to prepare herself for the final push. She wraps her arms around your neck and clings tightly, feeling a strange mix of vulnerability and trust in you.

You lower her onto her feet, holding her upright in a squat position. Her heavy belly hangs low between her thighs, making my cock throb and land between her ass.

With a determined look on her face, Eiran pushes down once more, using all her strength to bring forth the first baby.

The sound of her moan of surprise fills the room as the baby's head emerges slowly from its mother's womb as she simultaneously cums.

"That's it Eiran, you're doing it!" My lips wander to her neck, kissing her lightly over and over. I can't hold myself back any longer and start to slowly rub my cock between her ass cheeks while gently rocking her back and forth. Gliding over her puckering hole. With each contraction, the baby slowly descends her birth canal. The sight of her belly tightening and lifting up with every push before dropping back to its starting position triggering my orgasm. As I come back to my senses, I gently lower her onto the bed again. "I need to get ready to help you as you're crowning" I say, taking a moment to kiss her contracting belly before quickly cleaning up, getting a towel and returning to her side. I'm ashamed to admit that I'm relieved she hasn't made too much progress. I place the towels nearby, spread her legs before looking her directly in the eyes. "Once you crown, I have to check for the umbilical cord before you can continue to push, OK? Then you're going to feel them rotate as you work the shoulders out. But first..." With that being said, I brought my face up to her pussy, licking her clean before taking her clit into my mouth.

Eiran gasps as she feels your warm tongue on her wet folds, her body trembling with anticipation and excitement. She can't believe that after all this time spent in labor, you're still able to make her feel so desired and alive.

As you move up to her clit, she moans louder, her hips bucking involuntarily against your face.

She nods in agreement with your instructions, her mind focused on the task at hand.

As you continue to pleasure her, she takes a deep breath and prepares for the next stage of labor.

"There you go Eiran, just relax and let it flow." I say reassuringly, continuing to suck on her clit while occasionally nibbling on it. I then slide two fingers inside of her pussy, feeling her walls constrict around my digits as she continues to push

The contractions become more frequent and intense, and she pushes down with all her might, ejecting my fingers from her after feeling the baby's head emerging slowly but surely.*

Eiran's face contorted in pain as she pushes with everything she has left. She grunts and groans, letting out a loud cry of relief as the baby's head finally emerges from her pussy.

As soon as the head appears, you quickly grab the towels and wipe away any remaining fluids before checking for the umbilical cord.

I don't feel it around our child's neck, signaling that everything is progressing smoothly.

With renewed energy, Eiran starts to push again, working diligently to deliver the rest of the baby.

"Almost there Eiran, almost there!" I cheer, now working her clit with my fingers as I prepare to catch our firstborn. The baby's head emerges further, and I reach down to catch it as it comes out, carefully laying it on the towel beside us. I wipe it off and inspect it for any signs of issues before handing it to Eiran, who immediately starts to breastfeed. "Here's your baby girl! Feel free to take as long as you need. I'll do a bit of cleaning up."

Eiran takes the baby girl in her arms and gazes at her adoringly, tears streaming down her face as she looks into those tiny, wide-open eyes. She gently places the baby's head on her swollen nipple, and the little one eagerly starts to suckle.

While Eiran is bonding with her daughter, you take the opportunity to clean up the mess on the towels, disposing of them and sterilizing the area.

As you finish up, you return to Eiran's side, ready to assist with the second delivery.

"Alright love, I'll place her in the crib so we can get ready for our second." I kiss Eiran on the forehead as I carry our daughter to her crib. However, I was not ready for what awaited me when I turned around. There she was, belly still surprisingly large, finger fucking herself while playing with her clit. Her eyes locked with mine and she called me over. Her eyes screamed Fuck Me. "Are you sure?" I asked, not wanting to jump the gun. I somehow didn't expect what came next. Our experience had awakened something in her. She was practically begging for more. It seems she's become as into this experience as I am

Eiran watches you as you tend to their newborn daughter, her heart filled with love and gratitude. She knows that you've been through quite an ordeal helping her bring her babies into the world, and she wants to show her appreciation in the most intimate way possible.

When you turn back towards her, she sees the desire in your eyes and can't resist calling you over.Eiran watches you intently, her eyes filled with desire and anticipation. She knows that she wants more – both physically and emotionally. As you stand there hesitating, Eiran reaches out and grabs your arm, pulling you towards her. "Please... I want to feel ya one last time, before I’m no longer pregnant." she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.

Her hand moves faster and more urgently on her clit as she waits for your response.

Without hesitation, you approach her, kneeling between her legs once again.

"Well, alright. But if anything goes wrong, I won't be held responsible." I joked, placing my hands on her thighs and pushing them apart. I positioned myself at her entrance and started to plunge in, feeling the tightness around me as I went deeper. She let out a small squeak of surprise, followed by a moan of pleasure. I began to thrust in and out of her, going harder and faster as I felt her body respond to me. I could tell she was enjoying this just as much as I was. It seemed she was addicted to the experience.

Eiran gasps as you enter her once again, her body tense with anticipation. As you start to move within her, she lets out a low moan, her eyes closing in pleasure.

Her hips begin to rock against yours, matching your rhythm perfectly. Each thrust sends waves of sensations throughout her entire body, making her feel more alive than ever before.

Despite the pain and exhaustion of labor, Eiran finds herself completely consumed by the passion and intensity of this final act together.

As the pace picks up, Eiran's breath becomes ragged and her cries grow louder, signaling that the second baby is nearing its arrival.

Her enjoyment of the situation emboldens me. I latch on to her nipple to take a quick drink of her milk. Pressing my face against her full breasts. The breasts that will feed our twins and future children. The thought fills me with so much joy and renewed vigor. I suddenly take my hand and cover her mouth before fucking her with reckless abandon. "I love seeing your tits bounce and leak while I fuck you." My free hand moves to her belly, rubbing it before giving it a strong slap, triggering an incredibly strong contraction. Her muffled screams of pleasure, her tightening pussy encouraging me to do it again and again. She thrusts her hips up, causing her tits to flop around wildly from the intensity of my thrusts.

Eiran's eyes widen in shock as you suddenly cover her mouth, but then she realizes what you're doing and begins to moan softly. Her body shudders with each slap against her swollen belly, and she can't help but arch her back in response to the intense sensations.

As you continue to fuck her relentlessly, Eiran's body starts to tremble uncontrollably. With every stroke, she feels closer and closer to giving birth to her second child.

Suddenly, Eiran lets out a loud cry as another powerful contraction wracks her body. But she makes no progress. The baby is stuck. Multiple contractions come and go but the baby does not move. As she nears another orgasm, she grabs my hand after one of my slaps and presses it into her belly.

HMMF.....I want you....AHHH...I want you to...OHHH GOD” she says, struggling to get the words out, her pussy spasming on my cock. "Fuck my ass!" She finally gets to words out as she clutches her underbelly before letting out another a scream of pleasure and pain as our second baby's giant head stretches her cervix to the absolute maximum before fully entering her birth canal "Fuck.My.Ass.NOW!" She screams.

I immediately pull out of her and help her get on all fours. I place my cock between her massive cheeks before grabbing her ass and shaking it. I position myself behind her and push my erect cock against her tight anal entrance, stretching it open slowly. Eiran lets out a soft gasp of pain and pleasure as I start to fill her up.

With each contraction, I slide further into her, taking advantage of the temporary relaxation of her muscles. As the contractions come and go, I push deeper into her, filling her with my thick cock. Each time I withdraw slightly, her body tries to hold onto me, desperate for the stimulation. As she pushes and the baby descends, I can feel her ass get tighter. Feeling as her pussy fills up with our baby, through her ass. The pressure is too much and I prepare to fill her ass with cum

Eiran lets out a soft moan as you start to fill her up, her body tensing with each wave of pleasure-pain. As the baby starts to descend, Eiran's body shakes violently, her moans growing louder and more desperate. Despite the intense discomfort, she can't deny the overwhelming pleasure of being filled completely by both your cock and the baby descending inside her.

As the contractions continue, Eiran's body becomes increasingly desperate for relief. With each wave, she pushes harder against you, trying to get as much of you inside her as possible.

The sensation of having both ends of her body filled simultaneously becomes almost too much for her to bear.

The contractions become more frequent and intense. In response Eiran's focus narrows down to the sensations surrounding her ass. She can feel your cock stretching her tight entrance and filling her with warmth, while also feeling the pressure building within her vagina as the second baby prepares to make its grand entrance.

I lean forward, supporting her weight as she pushes. I can feel the head of our second child starting to crown, and I can't help but thrust my hips forward to aid in the process. The feeling of our baby's head emerging from her vagina is indescribable. The head pops out, and pull out her ass to check on our little one. The cord is not around their neck and I clear her to continue pushing when she's ready. Multiple contractions come, but the baby's shoulders are stuck. I position myself under her, my cock lined up with her mouth, and play with her clit in an effort to get her to cum out our last baby. I was not expecting her to lean forward and take my cock into her mouth, using it to muffle her moans and screams as she nears one final orgasm. "Oh God, Eiran. What are you do..." I'm unable to finish my sentence as her tongue expertly swirls around the head of my cock. "Cum this baby out for me." I finally managed to say.

As Eiran leans forward and takes your cock into her mouth, her moans grow louder and more desperate. The sensation of having her lips wrapped around you sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else.

Despite the intense pleasure, you remind yourself that there's still work to be done. With each contraction, Eiran pushes harder and the baby's shoulders become more visible. Finally as she cums one final time, the baby's entire body emerges from her vagina, followed quickly by the umbilical cord.

Her orgasm mixed with the sensation of her moaning on my cock causes me to cum in her mouth, which she swallows. She collapses on me, our baby on the bed, and both of us are completely spent and satisfied. "So....what did you think of your first sensual birth?" I ask, eagerly awaiting her response

*Eiran smiles weakly, her face flushed with exhaustion and satisfaction. "It was... incredible," she whispers, her voice hoarse from the exertion. "I never thought something like that could be so pleasurable and painful at the same time."

"Thank you for helping me bring my babies into the world in such an intimate way," she adds, running her fingers through your hair affectionately. "I'll never forget this experience."

She snuggles closer to you, resting her head on your chest as she catches her breath. The sound of their tiny cries fills the room, and Eiran looks down at her newborn twins with a mixture of joy and wonder.

"I can't wait to do this over and over with you Eiran." I say, filled with an overwhelming sense of joy. I would have never dreamed of finding a woman like her. She's so open, caring and kinky. I hold her in my arms, give her a kiss and ask. "Do you think we should try for triplets next time?"

*Eiran giggles softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Triplets? That sounds like quite the challenge," she admits, tracing circles on your chest with her finger.

"But if you're willing to take on the task of delivering them just as passionately as these two," she adds playfully, nodding towards the squirming bundles in her arms, "then who am I to say no to such an adventure?"

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by Keira Sandler

I was 38 weeks pregnant and wanting to meet my baby ASAP, this the story of my sensual birthing experience:

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a woman is about to give birth at home. its her first pregnancy and her husband assisting her throughout the labor. and the unexpected things happen, she keeps squirting everytime a contraction hits. they want to do it again and again. he wants her to be pregnant again.

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“In and out with me — breathe deeply”.

Angel’s husband began breathing deep for her to copy, the contractions were close but not enough for her to give birth yet.

Her huge belly sat between her legs as she began copying her husband, she was rocking on the side of the bed, rubbing the womb that held her twins. “I-it just hurts.” She spread her legs apart and breathed deeply between each contraction, each pain filled moan tightening her belly, she just wanted to birth these twins already.

“Take it in, just let the pain sweep through you.” He spread her legs and began rubbing her thighs, each finger moving towards her pain filled cunt, waiting to be toyed with.

Little did she know, but he loved her pregnant. Her plump and milk filled breasts to the hips he could grope on to when she was riding his cock. He loved every inch of her newfound body and how motherly it made her look, just the thought of fucking her again made him hard, but right now he was more concerned about getting her off.

One hand tenderly rubbed her belly, with each moan and wince, all he could give was sympathetic smiles. He didn’t know what it was like to give birth, but he wanted this to be pleasurable for her. With his free hand, he grazed the entrance to her pussy, a finger slipping in as he rubbed her clit.

“Ooooh!” She tilted her head back, her plump breasts stuck straight out as she leaned back on her shoulders. “Take it all in, baby.” He slid his pants off, his hardened cock pressed firmly against his boxers as he rubbed the inside of her thigh with it, the friction feeling all too well. He leaned down and sucked on one of her hardened nipples as his fingers went to town, rhythmically playing with her soaked folds.

Each finger played a part on lessening the the painful contractions and made them pleasurable — more bearable. Angel spread her legs wider, allowing him to get deeper inside her eager and wanting pussy. She began panting and whining, her back arching from the pain and pleasure that was overtaking her body. “Oh—ooooh!” She thrust her hips forward, fucking his fingers as her legs began to tremble.

She suddenly squeezed her legs closed on his hand, his fingers trapped as she came on his fingers and her body shook from the ecstasy. She groaned and came again as a contraction rippled through her body — what was once pain was now pure pleasure.

She laid there and panted, trying to catch her breath and was sliding his hand out of her soaked cunt. She rubbed her belly and sighed with pleasure. “T—that was something.” Her husband’s mouth gaped open, the pregnancy and labor making her body all too sensitive and it was the hottest thing he’s seen. His wife just coming apart and he wanted more of it.

He sat on the bed and pulled her on to his lap, his erection pressed firmly on her ass as he spread her legs wide open. “Mmm, i want you to squirt for me, again.” He whispered in her ear and this automatically sent shivers down her spine. She pressed back against his chest, her eyes shut as she focused on the pleasure. “Oh—oh—.” She was chanting out as another contraction took over, tightening her round and extended belly, she began grinding on his hard cock as previous cum soaked his boxers from her pussy. Another multiple orgasms made her explode! Or at least made her feel like it was. “Ohhhh!” She screeched out and climaxed, falling back on to his chest as she panted trying to contain herself.

She went to stand up, her knees already shaky from climaxing an endless amount of times. She gripped her belly and groaned as fluid gushed from her opening. “Oh! My water!” Her husband quickly went to her aid and helped her back on to the bed, her legs spread as she was on fours. “It’s finally time, baby!” He sat on the edge of the bed, watching the cum drip on to the bed sheets, he rubbed her ass with one hand and cupped her now laboring cunt with the other. “I just need you to push and breathe, honey. Let’s get you to cum again.”

His fingers slipped back inside to circle around her clit, he sat up on his knees as he watched his struggling wife barely contain herself. He couldn’t wait to get her pregnant again.

They both started to breathe together, her legs trying to go back together, too sensitive for the task at hand. This was going to drive her over the edge. She started to pant and bear down, her back arching as she began push. Between another contraction and her husband playing with her sensitive cunt, she was going to explode! “Oh, God! It’s coming — I’m cumming, I. need. to. push. harder!”

“Push baby! C’mon honey, push for me. Cum for me, push these babies out.” He tried his best to encourage his sensitive wife, her cunt now bulging with the first babies head as the crowning slowly took place. She grunted and moaned loudly from the pressure that seeped through her birth canal and was now focused on her clit as it descended, pain and pleasure rippling through her belly. She started to slowly push, the head now expanding and spreading her cunt, she breathed deeply and kept a steady push, bearing down for her husband. “Oh God!”

Her legs parted wider as she thrust her hips forward, the baby slowly but surely sliding out of her cum filled pussy. She buried her head into the bed sheets and grunted loudly. “It’s coming!” She screeched out as the baby slid right out of her opening, her husband catching the first one.

He laid the baby down and leaned over, squeezing her ass cheeks. “One more to go, honey. You have this.” He reached underneath to cup her pussy again, a bulge already beginning. It seemed like this baby would come out no problem from the stretching of the other and her cum practically making this a slip and slide.

She pulled her knees forward and grunted, trying to steady her breathing. “Another one is coming!” She screeched out and moaned, as another contraction hit her, she came — hard as her body shook. The head now crowning and she beared down, her cunt expanding all over again as the tightness began to loosen up. She stopped for a breath and pushed again, with her husband pulling and her pushing, the second one slipped right out.

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A few hours after the birth of their twins and they were all cleaned up, he wrapped his arms around her. Slowly rubbing at her belly. “I think we should have another one - or two.”

He kissed at her neck and it earned him a moan, her neck tilting to the side to eagerly accept it. He bent her over the edge of the bed, her ass straight in the air as he ran his fingers down her thighs.

“I’m not opposed ~ this was interesting and i could keep going if these births are like this.” That’s all it took for him to yank his boxers down, his hardened cock sprung free as he quickly lined up with her hole.

Moans and grunts filled the air, his chest on top of her as he mounted her tiny frame. His thrusts coming quicker and deeper, he thew his head back and groaned, pushing deeper into her pleasurable cunt. “Oh, God!” He moaned out and quickened the pace, he smacked her plump ass and the jiggling sent him over the edge. His seed shooting straight into her very fertile cunt.

He slowly pulled out and rubbed her belly, knowing this will be her same look for the next nine months ~ possibly larger with triplets.

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Jane's Birth - Part 2

Jane’s pushing contractions this time were different - coming less frequently but lasting longer. She needed to get up and move, so Jo and I helped her sit up straight.

Her supposedly half-deflated belly rested on her lap, though our surprise baby was still making it big and round. She grabbed the sides of her belly and felt around “I cannot believe there is another baby in there,”

“I’ve seen it happen before - it’s wild!” Jo said “let’s stand and get some vitals on you.”

She checks Jane’s blood pressure and temperature while Claire finds the baby’s heartbeat with her handheld Doppler. The familiar swish-swish sound of the heartbeat filled the room, and Jane notices that I suddenly relax, not sure what made me tense up so much.

Jane is stood leaning against me, gently rocking her hips side to side in an effort to get this baby down lower in her pelvis so she could push again. The next contraction came without warning and she just leans into my shoulder, moaning and rubbing her belly.

“Do you feel pushy?” Jo asked. Jane shakes her head no. Though she does say she feels a little cold. Jane works her way through this contraction as I get Jo to support her, and head off to find her comfy robe and put it around her shoulders.

“I want my baby,” she says. Claire hands over our groggy son, who is held against her exposed skin, head supported in her hand, the other hand pulling out her nipple so he could nurse. The baby instinctively faces towards where he needs to and latches on, an “ahh” sound coming from Jane when it happens.

Jane looks exhausted. Her hair is all over the place, she has streaks of blood and vernix down her legs from birthing the previous baby, and she says something about questioning if she has the strength to deliver again. I hug her close, sandwiching the baby between us which proceeds to wriggle at the unexpected confines around its body.

Jane has never really stopped moving, her hips are swaying as we cuddle. My hand reaches down to her hip and go with her flow.

She sighs to the room in general “I’m exhausted, but I don’t want this to end… I’ve felt so womanly… powerful” – she suddenly winces as the contraction picks up. Weakly she adds “but I’ll not miss those”

Claire chuckles “yeah I can’t wait… I see this happening nearly every single day of the week… I’ve seen new mums, experienced mums, shouters, screamers, moaners, silent mums, you name it… but it always makes me wonder how me and Chris will handle ourselves when it all kicks off”

Jane smiles “you’ll do fine… I’m sure your mum will keep you right.” She puffs out her cheeks at the passing of the contraction. “The breastfeeding is helping babe… things are picking up again.” She opens her stance a bit more, shuffling your feet apart.

My hand explores her body, running from her hips up to her belly, squeezing her own hand in the route. I rest momentarily on her hip again then run my hand around to her ass where I squeeze “be strong for me Janey… you’ve done so much now we’re nearly at the end”

Suddenly she gasps and lowers herself into a squat as the contraction builds “I can feel it moving down” – I follow her movements and support her. Our surprise twin puts pressure on her hips and cervix. Claire reacts, taking the baby as Jane hands it over, Jane said she needed to stand and move around with this contraction.

Jane takes in some deep breaths and just loses herself in the contraction. She’s moved over to the bed and holding on to the bedpost, bent over in a half squat breathing through the contraction. She’s humming low, rocking her hips gently.

“Mmmmmmmm …mmmmm come on baby,” she mumbles. Jo sneaks in to listen to the baby’s heartbeat. She nods with satisfaction and steps away, to allow Jane to continue with her own pace. Jane’s belly is sitting low, bulging forward. She yells something about pressure and with a loud pop, her water breaks and Baby B is pressing against her cervix.

“I have to puuuuuush,” Jane says moaning and grunting. She falls deeper into a squat instinctually and pushes but the baby doesn’t move. She wails out saying so, and complains that she thought this would be easier the second time around. Jo offers her some encouragement and explains that each birth is different, no matter how you think things should happen, nature has a way to make it unusual. She was best off just going with the flow and surrendering her body to what it wants to do, and it would be over sooner than she realised.

Claire shushes the baby, he's fussing around at all the activity which is going on in the room, but she’s obviously well practiced at doing this and soon the baby is sleeping, placed down to rest on the bed in Jane’s eyeline.

I move in behind Jane and start to rub her back as she moans through a contraction, my hands proving some positive stimulation to the point where her moan becomes much less pronounced. Jo moves to kneel down at the foot of the bed watching between Jane’s legs, seeing no sign of the head.

With Jo focusing on the new baby and Claire fussing after the previous baby, my hand cups Jane’s ass and squeezes hard as I lean in and kiss the back of her sweaty head. “Keep it up, you’re doing so well babe”

Jane’s hand flails backwards looking for something to grab. I offer her my hand and she grabs it, squeezing hard. Her eyes are squeezed tight shut and she’s vocalising loudly. Finally the contraction lets up and she opens her eyes as she looks over at Claire, looking apologetic. “Sorry I know this doesn’t exactly help seeing me struggle when you’re so close to doing this yourself…”

“It’s ok,” Claire said, though I did note a hint of nervousness in her voice.

“Jane, sometimes the cervix will close a little between birthing twins. If you’d like I can check you so you aren’t pushing against an incomplete cervix and swelling it up.” Jo said. Jane nods her agreement, and Jo moves around to get into position. Resting one hand on Jane’s knee she slides her fingers inside of her and up to the cervix.

Jane winces in discomfort as Jo feels around where she had just birthed a 10 pound baby and evidently was about to birth another. “Yeah you’re a stretchy 8-9 I’m afraid dear,” she said looking at Jane sympathetically.

“Are you serious?” Jane cried out.

“The good news is that this doesn’t usually last more than a handful of contractions.” Jo offered, encouragingly.

Claire cast an eye over to the baby, making sure he was still asleep with the noise going on in the room, but it seemed he was out like a light.

I try giving soft, reassuring kisses on Jane’s neck but I’ll admit I can feel her frustration building. “Janie, let’s take a pause and refocus and get this baby out, ok? Then we can all settle in for a long rest,” you murmur into her ear. “Let’s get in the tub.”

Claire and Jo take the hint, grabbing the baby who thankfully doesn’t stir, and leave the room to let us have some alone time. I help Jane up, throwing the robe onto the ground and leading her back into the en suite, her half empty belly hanging low as we step into the tub, the water still thankfully warm from before.

Jane Immediately gets close to me and grabs my face to pull it close, kissing me so deeply and passionately that it takes me by surprise. My response was surprisingly quick, the bulge held within my shorts pressing hard against her inner thigh, my cock pulsing as I moan with surprise pleasure.

“Janey…” I say breathlessly. “Shhhh. I need to cum.” She was straight to the point. Penetration was out of the question as her waters had broken, but the rest is all on the table.

My hands move down to hold and rub her gravid belly. “I can’t believe there’s another one in there,” I say with a hint of amusement in my voice.

“Neither can I. I can’t wait to have so many more of your babies,” she says back, her breath ragged. “I need big contractions and a big orgasm to push this one out,” she adds. Her hands move from my face to her swollen tits, where she begins to rub and pull at her nipples.

My right hand goes from her belly to her clit where I begin to rub and pinch. Jane helps by swaying her hips against my hand. Shes definitely working on getting to an intense orgasm.

“Mmmm keep going baby,” she says. Her belly begins to harden and pull up as she feels a contraction building. “Don’t stop.”

“Are you having a contraction?” I ask.

“Yes. Do not stop rubbing my clit,” she barks out a command. She leans over a little still twisting her nipples and breathes with this contraction. She moans as it builds.

“That’s it breathe baby, breathe through it.” I offer encouragement.

“Haaa haaa haaa haaa” She breathes rhythmically as the contraction grips her belly.

“Atta girl, keep going.”

“Ahhhh ahhhh come on baby ahhhhhh ahhh ahhha,” she pants again.

“Cum for me honey,” I say as I feel my cock getting even harder.

“When this passes I need it in my ass. Cum in my ass” Jane sounds almost like shes begging.

“Anything you wish baby” I say back.

Jane takes the last cleansing breath of the contraction and between us, she gets out of the bath and gets on all fours. Her legs were spread, her belly hanging low, her ass was high as she could manage. I whip off my shorts and rub my precum coated cock all over the area, starting to slowly enter her ass. She is so tight I end up letting out a loud grunt myself as I slowly slip into the waiting tunnel.

“Fuck me. Janey you are so tight.” She was hoping that the counter pressure would help open her cervix – or at least induce an orgasm powerful enough that her body would do what came naturally last time.

“I need your cum,” she begged as she pushed her ass back onto me. We started to slip back and forth, slow and deliberate movements, each fraction of an inch felt by both parties.

“You want my cum? I’m gonna give you my cum but I need you to push out my baby like a good little knocked up girl ok?” I give a command of my own. My right hand spanks Jane’s ass, knowing shes enjoyed that plenty of times in the past.

“That’s it baby, harder. I need you to have a contraction,” I say. “Rub those nipples hard Janey. I need you to push my baby out.”

She rests her weight on one hand and uses the other to pull a nipple hard to bring on another contraction.

“Is that a contraction building? Don’t push yet. I want to cum in you during your contraction,” I groan out, my own climax drawing nearer and nearer.

“Mmm hmmmm” Jane mumbles, lost in the moment.

“Again? What’s that?”

“Yes,” she manages, her eyes closed, her mouth released momentarily from biting her bottom lip.

“Good girl,”

I lean over to hold her belly to feel for a contraction. Its evident when its got her in its throes. “Be ready” is all I can say, my own voice somewhere between a pant and a growl at this stage.

“Ok!” She manages as she holds her breath to try and deal with the contraction.

“I’m gonna cum” I declare, gripping her belly tighter and pushing my cock in deeper “no pushing Jane. No pushing.”

“Come on and CUM,” she wails, unable to process anything other than the strong contraction gripping her midsection.

“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. Fuckkkkk” I almost chant at this stage.

“Ugh YES,” Jane exclaims, feeling the thick ropes of cum launched deep into her, my cock twitching as it spurts.

“No pushing babe. No pushing you are doing so good.” I say as my cock finishes spilling out its load.

“I’m gonna have to puuuuush” she wails. “The head won’t wait any more, it needs to come out!”

I spring up from the floor and pull on my shorts calling in the ladies. Jane is a panting mess - Jo and Claire come in and see her in that state.

“Oh love you are ready to deliver” Jo said. “Let’s get you up and to somewhere more comfortable.”

Between us, we get Jane up and dried off. “Ok Janey, we’re gonna have you try a new position so we can get this baby out in a few pushes.” Jo says. All Jane can do is nod as she’s lead back into the bedroom to see a new piece of equipment the ladies have brought in – a chair.

“Claire is going to sit here and you’ll sit facing Claire with your feet on the floor to get you in a deep, supported squat.”

Claire grabs a towel and drapes it over the front of her clothing, moving into position on the seat. for Jane to lean against. She squats down between Claire’s legs, her arms on Claire’s thighs and her head resting on Claire’s own bump.

“We are going to be behind you to catch,” Jo says.

“You ok?” Claire asks.

“I am“ Jane says, still bouncing a little on her haunches. Claire grabs her hands and holds on to them.

“Ok good let’s deliver this baby,” Claire says.

“I just am waiting for a contraction,” I say. Jo reaches in from behind Jane and wraps her hands around her inside of Claire’s knees, grabbing both nipples. The unexpected stimulation has the desired effect as Jane lets out a yell as a contraction rapidly starts. Jo moves away to let me in.

“Ok let’s push Janey.” Jane registers my voice from behind her. She feels my hands cupping her pussy and instantly I feel her crotch begin to move as she does so.

Claire is encouraging and supportive, telling Jane to keep bearing down.

Jo slides a mirror down underneath Jane so she can see the view of my hands and her pussy as she works, staring down at the floor.

“Rub my clit,” Jane says, not caring now if the two other women hear it.

My hand slides across her wet pussy and my expert fingers press hard against her engorged clit.

“Fuuuuccckkkkk,” She moans loudly.

“Keep going, use that contraction Jane” Jo encourages.

Jane gasps, clear that the contraction has run its course. My fingers felt the outline of the babys head from between Jane’s legs as she pushed, but it retreated once she let up.

Jo and Claire both offer encouragement and tell her to push when her body tells her to. “When it comes, deep breath in and give me a good push.”

From behind Jane, I announce “I want you to let go and cum. I need you to cum on my hand and then push, ok?”

Jane nods, squeezing her hands tightly to Claire’s. “Fuck babe I’m so close,”

As the next pain began to grip Jane’s belly, she squats deeper, pressing her body harder into my hands. I feel her lips part again and the slick bulge of the head gathers in my outstretched hands.

“That’s it. Good girl.” I chant encouragement as I feel the head move further out.

“It’s stretching me so wide” Jane’s voice bellows out from between Claire’s legs.

“Let’s deliver this baby now Jane. PUSH!” Jo exclaims.

Jane takes in a deep breath and blows it out as her entire body shakes with the effort.

Jane takes in another breath to push. “Cum Jane,” I growl into her ear.

“Oh fuck!” she screams. Her nipples are now dribbling milk, her clit hardens under my hand and she feels my hot breath against the back of her neck. “Good girl. Good girl. Keep cumming.” I say.

Jane pushed like a woman possessed, shouting “COME!” really loud with each push.

“That’s it Jane you’re crowning,” Claire says, looking down at the mirror.

“Come on babe. Push. Big push.” I offer, doing my best to keep her motivated.

Jane bears down as her pussy is stretched to its limit. Suddenly she screams “COME! COME!” and the head is out, born into my waiting hands.

Two more pants and she pushes down again with the same contraction. “Good girl. Push.” I say “one more push! Push, baby push,” I exclaim excitedly.

Jane lets out a huge grunt and suddenly the surprise twin drops into my waiting hands with its accompanying splash of fluid. I pass the baby under Jane between her legs leaving it on the floor as he heaving breaths process the last few minutes. She looks down as she’s lowered to the floor.

“It’s a girl. You gave me a girl,” she says, almost giddy with joy, leaning back into me and turning her head to kiss me.

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Jane's Birth

Just a heads up - this one is a transcript of quite a detailed roleplay I had with someone - I've converted it from 2 people first person to 1 person first person (if you can figure what I mean) so if you spot any unexpected times when the references to people in the story are wrong, give me a shout, I've proof read this a few times and I'm sure some might still slip through... all being said... enjoy!

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I walk in the door after a day at work and I hear a shout at me to come into the kitchen. I duck my head around the door and I’m startled to see Jane, my wife leaning against the kitchen counter, head down and pressed into her hands. Her hips are swaying. I recognise the tell-tale signs of contractions coming in thick and fast. “How long have you been like that… and more importantly, why didn’t you ring me?” I ask, dropping what I’m carrying onto the floor to hold her from behind, my hands wrapped around the lower half of her belly.

My wife, Jane, relaxes as she feels my hands on her bare belly, her leggings pulled down below the low orb. Her swollen tits are hanging down, her tank top barely covering them. She exhales a big breath out as the contraction begins to subside.

“About 15 minutes ago I felt a huge pain in my lower belly,” she says, picking her head up and turning toward me. “It didn’t feel like a contraction and then when it came again 8 minutes later and wrapped around my back I changed my mind. I knew you were almost home - I didn’t want to worry you”

Her swollen belly hangs low between us and the half shirt is wet where her nipples began leaking. I look over her - her long dark hair is in a messy ponytail. I’ll have to admit, the messy labour look is turning me on. My hips rub against her ass, resulting in my cock is straining to get out, but suddenly another contraction begins.

My hands rub around the distance of her belly as she begins to groan as the contraction picks up. I feel the orb between my hands tighten as the contraction builds. My warm hands roaming around in circles has her appreciating them being there. Her ass pushes back into my hips as she works through the pain feeling the hardness in my pants. She’s suddenly grinning knowing what that means. Lifting herself up off the bench with her hands she presses back into me as she announces that nipple stimulation can help speed up labour. I soon catch on and rub my hands up from the orb at her midsection to push my hands under her tank top and grasp her breasts, which were heavily inflated due to the pregnancy. As my hands roam and pinch the hard nipples simultaneously she reacts with something between a groan and a sigh.

Immediately her senses are overloaded: the pain of the contraction, the pressure in her pelvis from the baby, the tingling sensation all over from my gentle yet firm twisting and pinching of her nipples. She mentions that her clit started to feel tingly and twitchy as a direct result of my expert nipple play.

She’s now groaning through the rest of the intense contraction, letting out a big sigh when it’s over. Her hands move to her hips and peel off her leggings and lace panties. Her shirt came off next. Looking around at me whilst lifting off her top, she spots some wetness on my pants from precum and smiles wickedly.

“You wanna fuck me? Help finish the job?” she says, rubbing her belly and lifting it from underneath.

My grin is mischievous as my finger traces a pattern up and down her belly causing her to flinch and shudder. “They say semen is good to soften things up… let’s test a theory”. I tug down my jeans, kicking them to the side, my top gets pulled off soon after leaving me naked, my cock standing to attention. I spin her around so she faces me, as I pull in close so her belly presses into me. After a deep passionate kiss I lean her back, so her elbows rest on the table as her legs widen leaving her opening inviting for me. I move towards her, my cock twitching as it’s target is near. My hands grasp both cheeks of her ass and I plunge into her waiting pussy, a soft whimpering of her voice announcing me entering as I press further and further in.

Her nipples harden as she watches my thick, hard cock slide into her swollen pussy as best as she can around her large filled belly. “The same hard cock that got me pregnant is going to help me birth your baby” is suddenly whispered almost sensually from her.

As my cock pushes further into her, she takes deep breaths as the pressure in her pussy is amplified by the pressure in her ass and hips from this baby coming down, pressing against her cervix.

My wife grabs my shoulders as I thrust, one hand reaching out to pull her long dark hair, the other grabbing her ass.

After a few minutes of intense fucking she announces that she feels a contraction coming on. Her hands go immediately to her hardening belly, breathing and moaning as it begins to build and intensify. “Fuuuuck” she moans elongating the sound “I’m having a contraction!”

My hands chase hers to grab her belly as I feel the contraction tighten. As she moans and groans as the pain picks up, I increase my thrusting, with our hands all focused on her belly it results in her breasts bouncing up and down with each thrust. My lips head to her neck, light presses with my lips grazing over her skin. She’s a complete mix of emotions, caught between the intensity of a contraction at one end of the scale and the thrusting shoves as I press into her and glancing pecks of my lips at the opposite end of the spectrum. It’s enticing and overpowering all at the same time. One of my hands sneaks down from holding her belly and reaches between her legs, 2 fingers tracing down the underside of her belly to the gorgeous ‘v’ shape as her pelvis reaches her pussy, sculpted hair being tousled by my fingers before those same fingers split, rub over her lips and come together into her slit, finally touching her clit. She moans out completely unable to deal with the sensations. She has zero time to sort out the sensations running through her body. As hard as she tries, she couldn’t get in the mindset to orgasm. The contraction pain and the pressure in her pussy combined were so intense. She loved it. She shook out her head, her long, dark hair fell behind her shoulders, tickling her back and making her shudder.

As soon as I feel the contraction has subsided I lean back, enjoying the sight of her breasts resting on top of her fully developed bump. I grin as I kneel down, her view of me obstructed by her belly as my tongue starts to explore the area between her legs where my fingers were teasing only a few moments earlier. The second my lips and tongue touch her clit, she cries out in intense pleasure. Her hands move down to my head, pulling me you closer to her clit.

“Fuuuck babe,” She groans.

“Everything ok?” I ask with slight concern.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” she moan loudly.

I chuckle with a menacing tone and begin sucking, flicking and nibbling her clit, tasting her juices and feeling her shudders. After a couple of minutes, her breathing gets faster and she grabs my head, pressing her swollen pregnant pussy into my face.

“I’m gonna cum” she cries out once again. Her breathing turns into a quick pant, and with her orgasm imminent, I slide 2 fingers into her dripping pussy. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she screams. Her panting intensifies and I feel the squeeze of her pussy as she’s overcome with an intense orgasm.

Her pussy is dripping all over her legs and it soaks my face. When I take my lips off and slowly get up, I leave a trail of wet kisses on her hips, her belly, and as I get to her tits she begins to feel another contraction.

“Ohhhhhh ugh,” she groans. She grabs my forearms as the contraction overtakes her belly and squeezes hard.

“Breathe baby breathe,” I say resting my forehead against hers.

She tries to slow her breathing down and relax as the contraction peaks, but never releases my arms.

As her grip tightens on my forearms my hands move to her hips, swaying her gently side to side. Her head is down, eyes closed, focusing on the course of the contraction. My body presses against hers, her belly pressed tight against mine to the point where I feel the wriggling of our baby through her tightened muscles, her constricting womb giving it some displeasure as it’s home is closing in on it. As the contraction starts to ease she opens her eyes and looks up, a smile forming on her face as she looks up to stare into my eyes.

“One hell of a grip you have there” I grin back at her as she releases her hold on my arms. “I think it would be better down there” I advise as I guide one of her hands down past her belly to my cock which has remained hard and slick with pre cum as she focused on the contraction.

“That contraction was intense,” she says smiling at me. “Not only are you an incredible lover but you are an amazing partner who is always there to care for me.” As I slide her hand down she smirks knowing what is in store.

“You want my tight grip there, eh?” As she rubs the head of my slick cock with her thumb, knowing how sensitive it becomes if left unattended. As her hand slides up and down with a firm but pleasurable grip, she take a pause to massage my balls and slide a finger just behind them and press into my perineum because she knows how much it drives me wild.

“My hand or my mouth?” She asks.

“Both. Either… just do it” I reply.

We swap positions, I lean back against the kitchen counter so she can comfortably kneel down and reach my cock with her mouth.

She begins with her hand. Slow long strokes with just enough firm grip to make me remember what it’s like to fuck her tight pussy.

Her other hand rubs her belly in an effort to soothe the pain or the child inside. “How does this feel baby?”

“Mmmrrhmmmm” I groan loudly, eyes closed and huge smile on my face.

“Open your eyes.” she commands “I wanna show you something.”

I oblige, and see her hand moving up her belly onto her tits. She massages one for me, eliciting more groaning.

She takes her left tit in her hand and massages downward to stimulate her milk. She feels her nipples tingling, the left one getting rock hard and long, and squeezes it. Little drops of milk fall onto her belly, and I go wild again.

I fight against her to squat down to and take her tit in my mouth. But she presses me back. With her other hand still grasping my cock, she releases her hold on me and then rubs my balls whilst she strokes. I tense up with the familiar feeling of knowing I’m about to cum.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” she purrs, but feels her belly begin to harden as a contraction is coming on.

“Yea I’m gonna cum babe. I’m gonna cum.” I answer breathlessly.

“Cum on my belly. Please cum on my belly,” she says in almost whiny voice, trying to stay composed to enjoy my cum and get through this contraction.

I let out a loud grunt and pant heavily “I’m gonna coat your belly,” I say grabbing my cock out of her hand.

Her now free hand immediately goes to hold underneath her massive contracting belly. She’s now moaning louder and louder as the contraction is so intense. She announces that she can feel her cervix opening.

“FUCK” I bellow, grunting and panting as I paint her belly with my thick ropes of cum.

As I finish getting every last drop of cum on her belly, She begins to massage and rub her belly, my cum getting all over.

As I stand there, breathing deep to recover, she grabs onto me and lifts herself up. She paces around a little to get moving more. “The contraction isn’t easing up… I need to move”

She moves through the kitchen and into the bedroom, pausing half way through to grasp onto the sofa and dig her fingers in, panting breathlessly.

I watch as she finishes her journey to the bedroom and then into our large en-suite bathroom, where she leans over the sink and moan louder than I’ve ever heard.

I walk toward her, watching as her belly tenses up once more, then there’s a splash. Her water breaks with a gasp from her and tons of water splashing on the floor.

“My water broke! My water broke!” She says frantically.

I laugh and come to put my hands on her shoulders “I know, I saw baby.”

She turns to face me and I notice her belly is noticeably lower than it was before.

“I feel so much pressure in my pussy and in my ass,” she groans out.

“Oh boy…” I say. I know exactly what this means…

I get in close to her, my arms wrapped around her belly. “Pretty soon that tight little pussy is going to spread out like a flower and you’re going to be pushing the hardest you’ve ever been.” I feel her shiver in response, almost an orgasmic reaction. My hand leaves her belly and moves between her legs from behind, 2 fingers entering her, curled up and wiggling in a ‘come hither’ movement. She almost threatens to collapse at my touch.

“Soon I’m going to be able to plunge these 2 fingers in deep and feel your cervix dilate, feeling the head of our child… and soon it’s going to be born through the same hole it was conceived in… and if I have my way… your face, breasts, belly… they’ll all be glistening in my cum”

Another contraction comes fast and hard. She begs me to check her cervix as she feels immense pressure. “Babe the pressure is so intense, I have to push,” she pleads.

“Not yet, baby not yet.” I say, suspecting that things still have a long way to go.

I lead her back to the bedroom and gently lay her on our bed. When the contraction ends I bring her legs up, knees bent and out to the side allowing me to slide the same two fingers into her wet, swollen pussy. She groans loudly as I reach up far to get to her cervix. She tells me it hurts. I feel around and check but as suspected, she’s not fully dilated yet.

“About 7cm baby. Head is really low but you can’t push yet.” I advise her. She lets out a whimper as I remove my fingers.

“I need to move around,” She announces. I help her get up and waddle out of our bedroom to the long corridor leading to the other bedrooms and bathrooms in our home. I watch her round ass sway as she walks. Her hands rest on the top of her belly as she stops and sways a little.

Another contraction begins and she moans. Her body takes over and tells her to squat through the contraction. She grabs the railing and lowers herself into a squat and starts to breathe and pant her way through the contraction.

I follow after her, squatting down behind her and running my hands up and down her back, the warmth helping her relax. “That’s it, breathe through it. You’re doing really well my love. Each pain helps bring you closer and closer to meeting the baby.”

Her focus jumps to admiration, giving me an “aww” noise at the comforting words. It doesn’t last long though as once more she’s gripping hard on the rail and making noises somewhere between a growl and a groan as her midsection hardens once more. My hands twist her head to the side and my lips meet hers, we kiss passionately for a few moments until she pulls off to wince again. “You’re doing great” I offer with a smile.

“Lean against me” I say, almost a command. I sit down on the carpeted floor as she falls backwards into my arms, we’re entwined together as the next contraction builds. She subconsciously spreads her legs and reaches down to grab my thighs, her vice-like grip once again clamped on my muscles, much to my amusement. My lips explore the side of her neck as she nuzzles her head into my chest. Finally my hands reach up to her breasts and I take my own time to play with her nipples, spraying her milk out in front of us. The nipple stimulation causes another contraction to rip through her though and she’s soon wailing.

Her nipples continue leaking milk even after I’ve released them from my intense pinching and tugging. My hands have move to her tight belly, as I feel this powerful contraction squeezing her massive belly. As she moans and starts to yell her way through this contraction she feels my cock twitching against her back getting hard. Finally, as the contraction subsides she turns around with a sly smile and asks “is my primal screaming and groaning turning you on?”

I confess whilst nodding “uh huh. It’s really hot,” nuzzling her neck and rubbing her belly.

“Well my water broke so we can’t fuck,” she said… I could almost feel a sense of dejectedness at that statement.

“Oh that’s ok. Get upon your hands and knees,” I tell her. She manages to lift herself up a little, then rolls over and gets on all fours.

“Good girl,” I say “I need to cover you in my cum.” I kneel behind her with one hand stroking my cock and the other gently stretching her pussy.

“I’m having a contraction,” she screams out.

“Breathe deep baby. You got this. Nice deep breaths,” I coach her whilst jerking off.

“It hurts so bad,” she moans out.

“I know baby, just keep breathing,” I said as my fingers stretch her pussy. I know it won’t be long before she’s pushing…

I’m positioned slightly to her back left quarter as she bobs back and forth on her hands and knees, rocking away the pain of the contraction. My left hand jerks back and forth, feeling a little strange as my preference is to use my right hand. My right hand however is rubbing her back and occasionally reaching down between her legs.

She asks to be checked time and time again, somewhat delirious with the pain, and each time I comply with plunging two fingers deep into her and poking around. “Still not there yet, just keep on riding those contractions” I tell her, sounds of pity in my voice, and frustration in her at each answer.

Finally at her wits end she whines “my knees hurt, help me up” so I get up and move around in front of her to help lift her up. As I do so, my engorged cock is front and centre in her view as she rolls over onto her ass to get a lift up. She leans forward and kisses the end “at least someone is having fun” she chides.

“Right now I’m wanting to make sure you’re settled, or else I’d have cum minutes ago” I admit - again, her hormone soaked brain responded with an “aww” sound, soon replaced by an “ooh” sound as the next contraction picked up.

“Let’s get you on your feet, use gravity to help” I suggested as she nodded, reaching down to help her up again. She only managed to take 2 steps before she sunk back into my arms.

“Squat” she grunted, as I lowered her down. Her hands snaked under her belly to press into her pussy “head… it moved… it’s there… need… to… PUSH”

I’m behind her holding her weight right now and can’t check her over myself “just go with it if it feels right, don’t push if you don’t feel any movement… go on girl, let’s see our baby”

She gives a tepid push to see how it felt. She knew if it was painful she wasn’t dilated enough. It hurt. Our midwife said that little grunty pushes right at the end of transition would help relieve that pressure and coax her cervix open the whole way. She drew in another breath and did some small pushes.

“Unnnngh. Unnnngh. Unnnngh.”

“That’s it. Use that contraction.” I say.

She gasps after trying “nothing, no movement… mustn’t be ready”

She begins panting as the contraction subsided. “Help me stand babe” she asks. I heave her and her massive pregnant belly up. My cock is still throbbing.

“Can we fill the tub? I need some relief.” I give her a long kiss and go into our room then off to the en-suite to fill the jacuzzi tub with warm water, grabbing my phone on the way.

As the tub was filling, I tap a message to our midwife, unsure if Jane had let her know that things were happening. I get a reply almost immediately – seems she hadn’t been informed, but she assured me she was on her way.

Jane presses her hands her my lower back and slowly waddles back to the bedroom.

“Go sit down honey” I call out as she lowers herself onto the foot of the bed. She sits down and puts her hands on her belly, legs spread and tilted forward to let the belly hang.

After a while, I walk over slowly stroking my aching cock.

“Jane, open your mouth,” I murmur. She looks up at me and willingly obliges, as I thrust my cock into her wanting mouth.

She was not quite ready for the girth and length of my cock to be plunged in so forcefully, resulting in her gagging and choking, so I withdraw to the point where only my cock head is within her mouth, her lips suctioning on it like some sort of lollipop.

“That’s it baby, do what you do so well… take your mind off the pain and focus on the pleasure” I say as her head starts bobbing back and forth. Another contraction builds and she starts to pant still with my cock in her mouth the breathy puffs surprisingly erotic blowing air past my sensitive tip causing it to twitch.

“Spit it out if it gets too much” I say “don’t want you biting down and causing an injury” - I’m only a little concerned I know she has her wits about her enough to know that. Her head bobbing up and down with her nodding in response sends shockwaves as her lips slide over the bulbous area of my glans.

I’d essentially been edging myself for around half an hour at this point and I could feel things tighten up ready to explode.

She must have sensed the same thing, the twitching of my cock, the change in my breathing or whatever but she suddenly doubled up her efforts. I grab her hair and move her head with my thrusts, her saliva mixing with my own juices to leave my cock slick moving back and forth. Just as I feel myself approaching the point of no return she forcefully jerks her head back, spitting out my cock as she scrunches up her face and grits her teeth, the contraction getting too much.

I couldn’t help the next moment though as my cock streamed out another load of white cream, direct into her scrunched up face, an unfortunate coincidence which broke her concentration on focusing inward during the contraction leaving her gasping with pain.

“Shit, shit, shit…” I apologise as I jump by her side to hold onto her. Her hands grip mine and squeezed as hard as she could, holding her breath.

A few moments later the contraction passed its peak and she finally breathes again, releasing my hand.

“Sorry…” she says meekly “all came as a bit of a shock there… didn’t know what to do”

“It’s all good baby” I offer “you’re doing the work here, I’m just along for the ride”

She smiles and wipes her face as one of the drops of cum slips off her face and onto her breast.

“Does that count as belly, face and breasts” she manages to giggle.

“Hell no… give me time and I can get another load going” I grin in response “those magnificent boobs deserve their own tribute”

She cuddles into me as another contraction builds.

“Come on, on your feet quickly, the bath will be filled, let’s get you cleaned up and submerged… see if the water helps”

“Quickly??” she answers sarcastically, “I’m the size of a 747 and you’re saying quickly?” I help her to her feet in an awkward way – she’s trying to find her centre of gravity with a huge belly in front of her.

We take a few steps and she has to stop. She leans into me, panting. I move my left hand down from her arm and onto her hard belly, beginning to lightly massage in a downward motion as if to help get things moving or help her focus where to push. She tells me It feels so good. In between pants she manages to get out “Lower. My clit. My clit.”

I smile wickedly as my hand cups her swollen pussy and two fingers rub her clit hard. “Are you gonna cum for me?” I ask.

She nods her head whilst still laser focused on her breathing. As the intensity of my fingers increase so does her contraction. She vocalises loudly, almost bordering on screaming, she tells me she feels an intense orgasm build up. “Cum now,” I command as I press my fingers into her pussy.

She relaxes her muscles and lets go. Her orgasm is so intense she cannot deal with all of the sensations so just begins screaming and grunting. As the orgasm consumes her, she holds her belly from underneath and just keeps grunting. My cock is rock hard again at the performance. She flops against my body gasping as she comes down from the combined orgasm and contraction, finally allowing me to lead her to the bathroom.

I push the door open with my leg as we stumble along into the bathroom as I guide her to sit on the side of the bathtub for a second whilst we both compose ourselves. Knowing we only have likely a few moments before the next contraction I support her as she swings her leg over the side of the tub and dip it into the water. Holding her tightly I support her as she proceeds to swing her other leg in and finally I help lower her down into the water.

“That’s… that’s almost as orgasmic as what you did to me before” she smiles, rubbing her belly and sloshing the water around almost playfully. “There’s a contraction building but it’s about what… a quarter as painful… damn I should have done this earlier”

I’m smiling back as I enquire “So… water birth” with a grin.

“If it helps this much I might well do it”

I put on a pouty face “but if you do this under water, I can’t really see this little slit” (as I reach a hand between her legs and slide a finger up and down between her lips) “part open nice and wide” (as I open two fingers to part her lips) “and get you to push out our baby to my waiting hands”

She’s practically panting at both the touch and my words, the tension in her midsection reaching its peak. Her hands are rubbing furiously. She leans her head back and lets out another low groan, the pain reaching its peak and exceeding even what the relaxing sensations of the water can mask.

I take a washcloth and soak it in the tub, the warm water-soaked fabric wiping her face removing the remnants of the recent ejaculation from it. “Get in here and check me” she gasps “I think you might have moved things on after your recent success at getting me to cum”

I step over the bath and climb in, squatting down between her legs. I push one back and offer it to her hand, she grasps hold, keeping her opening exposed for me. My fingers reach in and I nod. “Yep… you might well be there… can’t feel much of the cervix… oh fuck… this is it… I think we’re ready to push!”

She’s still holding her leg bent as she takes in a deep breath and bears down.

“Push babe that’s it.” I say, still massaging her pussy to make sure she’s stretched.

She pushes down, envisioning our baby coming down into her birth canal. She says that she feels the baby is low but not low enough that I’ll be done after just a few pushes. She then takes a deep breath and pushes again.

“Good girl, push,” I say. She winces as she begins to feel the sensation of stretching and grabs my hand moving it to her clit.

“Oooooohhhhhh” she moans, breathily.

“Do you still have the contraction?” I ask. She nods quickly and I rub my thumb round and round on her puffy clit.

“Uuuuugggggnnnn,” she groan as she pushes. She’s hoping that the orgasms and contractions help her push this baby out.

“That’s my girl puuuuush.” The contraction ends and her brain focuses on her clit and the slowly building orgasm.

“I need to cum,” she whines. She’s sitting legs crossed with her belly hanging low blocking my view of my hand playing between her legs. “I need to cummm. I need to cummm.” she hum-moans over and over, almost a mantra to herself.

“That’s my girl. Cum for me. Cum for me.” I say in her ear. She looks up to realize my other hand is jerking my cock to finish off the promised trifecta.

I press my thumb against her clit hard and feel her swollen pussy lips contract with her intense orgasm.

“Cum for me,” I growl in her ear. She relaxes her shoulders and clutches her belly as she screams “FUCK ME. I’m cumming. I’m cumming!”

She’s panting hard with her orgasm, and leans back to get an eyeful of my cock, aiming it at her chest.

“I’m gonna cover you with my cum,” I gasp.

“Cum on me baby,” she manages, breathlessly.

“Yea babe, yea I’m cumming I’m CUMMING” I shout as my balls begin to pulse and once again my cock is shooting out thick ropes of cum all over her tits and dribbling down her belly.

She screams almost simultaneously with my cumming, hands scrabbling around her crotch as she feels the skin begin to part and stretch as she involuntarily pushes. She’s at the point where there is no holding back and her body is forcing this on her.

“Push my legs back… open me up” she manages to weakly grunt out. I jump to action and grab her feet, pushing her legs back at wide angles allowing me to stare at her crotch starting to show the tell-tale bulging that’s associated with the head being held just behind her lips.

“It’s big… massage me” she gasps. My hands grab for some oils which I rub into her skin feeling the hardness of the baby lodged between her legs. My fingers are working the skin, up and down the folds, teasing the lips aside and of course, spending a little longer than is necessary around her clit. The next push has the first sign of your lips opening all on their own, but of course as she lets off the push, gasping for breath it slips back in as if nothing had happened.

“Get my vibe” she gasps as the next contraction picks up and she starts to push. I jump out of the bath, placing her legs safely to either side and she hears my wet feet slap away on the bathroom Lino as I head back to the bedroom.

I return a few minutes later from the bedroom with a small purple bullet vibe in my hands. “Ahh… the little purple pal” she grins weekly, taking a moment of rest between pushes. I scramble back into the bath and press it into her clit, turning it on.

The ripples within the water as the vibe does its thing seem to amplify the sound even though it’s underwater at this point, but it has the desired effect with her… she’s scrambling backwards in the bath trying to get some sort of purchase as she’s assaulted both inside and out, impossible to do anything but scream as she starts another push

Gasping between contractions, she says she’s feeling like she can’t get on top of the contractions to manage them and just screaming and pushing because the pressure is just too much. She says she simply can’t not push. The orgasms are helpful to redirect the pain however - the sensations in her clit feel amazing. After the next contraction ends she gets up on her knees.

“Babe I need to get out. I can’t manage these contractions in the water,” she manages, hunched over clutching her belly.

I help her out, wrapping her in a cozy robe. Her long dark hair gets tied up into a messy bun, with little curly wet tendrils hanging down. I pull her in for a hug and kiss her forehead. Using the robe to get her dry I then towel myself down and get into a pair of clean shorts.

She sheds the robe and begins walking around our bedroom, both hands at the small of her back forcing her belly to stick out further. I watch as her huge tits sway she walks, her hard nipples aching for relief. Suddenly she pulls up from her pacing “Oh my god babe did you call the midwife?!?!?” she exclaimed.

“Of course I did. It will still be a while until she’s here - you are ok. Baby is ok. Let’s just keep laboring this baby down,” I say, aiming to reassure her.

She nods and continues to support her back, resuming pacing. A few minutes have gone by and she is still waiting for a contraction. She’s irritable and nervous and just wants to feel like she’s had some progress. I can read it on her face.

“Come here darling,” I summon her over to where I’m sitting on one of the chairs in our bedroom. I have dragged over a birth stool our midwife left here on her last visit. “Sit, face me,” you command.

She awkwardly manages to sit on this low stool, her belly hanging down. My hands move from her shoulder down to her tits. I pull her close to me and kiss & bite each of her nipples before taking her breasts in my hands and without being too aggressive, massage and twist her nipples, eliciting a groan of contentment from my wife. My dick instantly gets hard. “This should bring on a contraction,” I murmur to her.

Her hands hold her belly as a contraction begins to slowly build. I hear her breathing speed up. “I’m gonna keep playing with these delicious nipples. Jane, let’s get some nice big pushes going, ok?”

She nods as the contraction builds. She’s sitting in a nice wide and low stance in the chair leaning slightly forward, legs spread. As I’m squeezing and massaging her breasts she scrunches up her face and starts to bear down, with hands under her belly she’s trying to pull it up from the underside as if to make the passage more direct. She grunts and groans as the contraction peaks, my massage of her breasts resulting in milk dripping all over my hands and onto her belly.

The head does what it did last time, bulge out, I manage a slight peak of it between her lips and it slinks back in again once the pressure stops. “Good girl, go again” I say. She starts once more, soundlessly this time as she holds her breath.

“Don’t do that… breathe through it, you know you need to keep plenty of oxygen flow” I scold her. She gasps as she realises what she was doing and takes in a big gulp of air. “That’s better, keep on doing that and we’ll see our baby in no time”

“Tell me how long I should push for” she blurts out as the next contraction starts to peak and I help you along by counting from 1 to 10 slowly.

“Good girl get as many of these 10 second pushes in as you can in each contraction.”

As the next contraction builds, I grab one of her hands from under her belly, my own hands leaving off her breasts for a while as I place the hand I grabbed between her legs. Pointing 2 of her fingers as she pushes, I lead her to stroke the tiny bit of emerging head as she’s pushing, the shock of it breaks her concentration and she’s left howling though the remainder of the contraction not able to get back unto composure to push, but it has the desired effect “I could feel him” she gasps with a big grin on her face.

“Yup… our nice BIG boy” I reply, with emphasis on the size of the baby she’s carrying.

My phone beeps as we’d missed it ringing on silent. I listen to the voicemail as she’s panting away the effects of the last contraction.

“Shit, midwife’s stuck in traffic says she will be at least another 30 minutes if google traffic is accurate” I exclaim, concern evident in my voice.

“Fuck… no time for that, grab my hand, another one’s coming” she replies, too focused on the current situation to even consider any other external factors.

She braces herself for another intense contraction, squaring her hips on the birthing stool, tilting her belly forward and starts to breathe deep.

“Ok push babe,” I say as I’m answered by a moan and grunt. “That’s it good job! Keep going.”

She takes in another breath and moans with her next push. She can feel the baby’s head again at her pussy lips but after the contraction is over it slips back in.

“Come on Jane PUSH!” I shout as she pushes with all of her strength.

Nothing.

She holds her belly and tears well at her eyes as she begins to cry. “I just need to deliver this baby,”

“Shhhh. Shhh. Baby come here,” I say, kneeling down in front of her and pulling her into my embrace. I feel the sweat-soaked dampness of her skin, and the stickiness of her milk having dripped all over her tits and belly.

“You are doing an amazing job labouring this baby down. I know you’re frustrated and I want to meet him too. But we can’t go too fast; I don’t want that pretty pussy to get hurt.” As I say that, I lube up my hand with my precum and slowly massage her pussy lips.

She smile weakly at me. “That feels good,” she manages.

“What, this?” I ask, rubbing firmly and circling her clit with my thumb. She bites her lower lip and nods.

“Let me help you,” she says, grabbing my rock hard cock and giving it some long strokes. I can’t help but let out a deep moan. “I love your moans,” She whispers to me, even though she’s deep in the throes of her labour, she can’t help but play with me – perhaps it was taking her mind off things.

“Your birth sounds are making me horny as fuck. Those primal grunts and groans…” I say trailing off.

“I love when you tell me to push. Reminds me of when we play and you put things inside of me you want me to birth.”

“Jane I’m gonna cum,” I growl.

“Uh huh. I want you to cum on my tits and belly and then rub it into my pussy.”

That last sentence made me explode. I grabbed my dick and sprayed the cum on the bulging belly and tits in front of me. She begins to rub her nipples using my cum as lube. “I’m gonna play with my nipples to get another contraction going while you rub my pussy.” My cock is still rock hard watching her rubbing her hard nipples with a cum covered belly hanging low.

She breathes deeper as a contraction begins to build, and I go from rubbing her pussy to inserting 2 fingers. She begins moaning and grunting. “Push babe. Push my fingers out. Goooood job. That’s it.” She takes a quick break and goes back into it. She grunts sending all of her energy downwards into her belly and pussy. “Push again babe. Push.”

My fingers are still pressed into her pussy with my thumb twirling circles on her clit as she continues to pinch her own nipples, swaying back and forth as her contraction builds. Another strong push follows with my fingers forced out of her pussy. It’s leaking birth fluids which make my fingers sticky as I insert them once again feeling the hardness of the head right on the precipice. Once more another push, shoving my fingers out and another glimpse of the head - then she’s panting once again, the head retreating in. She growls in frustration and goes back at it again, her stamina clearly starting to waive. “I need to be wider” she pants “let me get on the bed in front of you and you need to pull my legs back nice and wide”

We scramble back onto the bed between contractions where she settles into my lap as I lean against the headboard. With her in front of me pulling her lips apart, I grab her legs and pull them back forcefully just in time for the next contraction. Suddenly there’s a knock at the door and we hear the front door opening “midwife” shouts a voice from the main entrance.

“Hi Jo… we’re in the bedroom, come on in… Jane’s having a tough time of it” I yell in response to the voice that entered the house. I heard movement in the front room and then suddenly the bedroom is bustling with activity.

First to enter is our midwife, Joanne, in her 50’s she had become an independent registered midwife about 10 years back after a lot of experience in a hospital environment. Following closely behind was her eldest daughter, Claire, who worked with her mother as another registered midwife, of course the most notable point of Claire as she entered the room was the prominent bump she carried, being around 8 months pregnant herself.

The couple surveyed the room “What do we have here… all looks good, just looks like you could use a little help getting this little one out” Jo said sympathetically - Jane had enough wits about her to nod in between contractions.

Jo sat down on the edge of the bed and positioned herself to get a good view between Jane’s legs as she witnessed the head start to bulge out, her lips spreading as they had done many times so far.

Jo’s hands reached in between Jane’s legs, her fingers surprisingly chilled from just coming indoors, causing Jane to flinch. She massaged Jane’s lips as she pushed, her growling voice raising to a yell as she put more and more effort into the contraction. Claire stood at the foot of the bed staring intently, her large belly making her lean forward as she rested her weight on her spread out arms. She gave some verbal encouragement from where she was standing “Come on Jane you’re doing great, we can all see the head you’re almost there”

Jo swung an arm back in Claire’s direction and as if on cue, Claire picked up a squirt bottle with a yellow liquid inside and handed it off to her mother. Jo squirted the oil between Jane’s legs and continued her massage, slipping the slick liquid between her lips, trying to remove as much as the skin to skin friction between the baby’s head and Jane’s lips. She muttered to herself almost under her breath “that’s it, keep it up, wonderful push” as Jane worked hard.

The results were positive. This time the contraction had some visible head left after it ended. Jane is left panting with her exertions but the general feel of the room has her buoyant. Unfortunately she doesn’t have much time to rest, she’s soon back at it. “Pull her legs back Andy, give her some room” commanded Jo, which I hook my hands under Jane’s knees and pull back. Jane’s hands have once again went back to her nipples as she squeezes and grinds them between her fingers, more milk freely flowing.

Jo presses Jane’s lips back against the head to assist as Jane howls out “It burns, it burns, stop it, stop it, fuck fuck! Ow! Ow! Ow!” but Jo continues against her protests,

“It’s good that it’s burning, it means you’re stretching well, just focus on pushing into it and you’ll soon see the end of it.” As the contraction ends Jane lets out a huge sigh. Baby’s head slides back and I notice Jane obviously losing her composure.

“This baby isn’t coming Jo,” she manages to say as she struggles through.

“Jane sweetheart it is coming I promise,” Jo says, inserting her finger inside of Jane once more, pointing out that they can’t get it too far.

Jane slows her breathing trying not to panic and grounds herself back to reality. From behind her, I lean in to kiss the side of her head and slowly move to her cheeks, neck…. All of it. Jane turns her head to me and we’re kissing full-on. Deeply. Passionately. I let go of her knees and rest one hand on top of one of the knees and the other hand moves to the belly where I begin to rub it.

“That’s the way…” Jo says to us smiling. “What gets baby in gets baby out.”

“Oh we know. We had a lot of sex earlier,” Jane said, showing a bit of a smirk.

A strange lull occurs, and a full 7 minutes goes by and Jane doesn’t have any pushing contractions. “Claire can you rub Jane’s nipples? We need a big strong contraction.” Jo says.

Claire scuttles around to find a way in, and does as she is asked, completely nonplussed at the intimate contact. She rubs a little more and I suddenly feel Jane’s belly begin to harden. “Come oonnnnnnn baby!” Jane screams out loudly.

“Ok big pushes,” Jo says massaging Jane’s lips again. She draws in a breath, our eyes lock and she’s pushing. Groaning and grunting she pushes away Claire’s hands and begins playing with her own nipples to get this contraction longer and stronger.

“Good pushing” encourages Jo “keep up the nipple stimulation if it’s helping too” she adds with a wink.

As she pushes through another contraction Jo gets Claire to sit at the side of the bed facing Jane and offers Claire’s and her own shoulders as makeshift stirrups for Jane to press her feet against. Jane gladly accepts wanting the better leverage and giving her something to push back into. The baby’s head is moving more and more out but it’s definitely slow going. As the contraction comes to an end Jo helps lower Jane’s legs back down and has Claire take over guiding Jane’s pushing for the next one as she gets up and goes to the bathroom running a hot tap to make a compress to rest on Jane’s skin. Jane is barely perceiving the movement in the room as the next contraction builds and she suddenly hears Claire’s voice speaking, “That’s it Jane! Nice and strong. Show me how I need to do it soon, you’re inspiring!”

Claire is genuinely upbeat and her positive attitude is keeping Jane motivated. She looks once more at me with a tiredness obvious in her eyes “can’t wait for this to be over though” she gasps. Jo returns a few minutes (and a few pushes) later with a washcloth that had been ran under the hot water, I could almost see the steam rising from it. She gently placed it on Jane’s perineum as she flinched back at the unexpected warmth and as Jo held it in place she instructed Jane back to putting her legs on her’s and Claire’s shoulders.

Jane’s suddenly pushing again, muttering about the burning sensation as her skin is stretched to its maximum limits. “Don’t let me rip, don’t let me rip… please… help me…” she’s mumbling to the room in general, slightly delirious at this point.

“Don’t worry no big baby has gotten the better of me before and you’re not going to be the one that breaks my perfect record” chided Jo. “Now stop your worrying and do what I say… push into it woman!” Jane holds her breath and pushes her head down to her chest, going full force for the rest of the contraction.

As Jane pushes the head to its widest point she has managed yet, she gasps and stops pushing when the contraction ends. Right now burning sensation is not stopping, the head is now at the point where it isn’t slipping back. She yells out “No contraction, but it burns, it burns”

Jo nods “you’re nearly there, almost crowned… keep your focus and pant through the pain… next contraction I want to see you give it everything you’ve got to get the head crowned then you can get a few moments to rest.”

Jane nods, panting like a dog in a summer heatwave trying to focus on the words when the next contractions starts to ramp up. “Jane, easy push. You’re almost full crown, so very easy,” Jo instructs. Jo applies counter pressure Jane breathes out a low moan and a steady, controlled push. “Excellent job Janey! Little more, little more.”

Jane gasps in another breath and as the baby’s head passes a crown, she screams and pushes, finally getting the baby’s head out in one rapid shot. I swear I heard her skin twang back like an over-tight bow string as the head came out.

Jane is delirious - “I can’t. I can’t I need a break,” she says gripping her belly and panting. “Honey I can’t do anymore. I’m so tired.”

“Don’t worry babe you’ve done everything you need to for now” I reply, grinning from ear to ear as I saw the effects of head pop out over the swell of her belly. The pressure behind it forced a splash of amniotic fluid almost the full length of the bed.

Jo checks around the head for the cord and presses her finger in between Jane’s lips and the baby’s neck, teasing the cord away from anywhere it could get snagged. “Good job mummy” yells out Claire, her hands cupped around her own belly “Not long to go now and you can hug your baby”

Jo directs Jane’s hand down between her legs where you feel the shape there, her fingers finding a thick mop of hair which she teases a finger through, smiling widely as she pant to get her breath back. “Rest now, have a moment, baby’s not going anywhere quick” says Jo as she observes.

I lean forward and whisper in Jane’s ear “That stretching was so sexy, you were soooo wide. Sorry… you might have a sticky patch on your back” trying my hardest to keep the discussion between us, but Claire’s face flushing red and her eyes opening wide in shock suggest I may not have been successful.

Jane manages a weak smile upon hearing my confession. “It’s ok babe,” she says quietly.

Jane spends a moment marvelling in the feel of baby’s hair. She mentions that the feeling of having this baby both out and inside of her is wild. She moves her hands up and rubs her baby belly for what might be the last time in this pregnancy.

“I’m gonna miss the belly,” She whispers to me. My own hands come around and rub the belly from her tits down to her hips.

“Don’t worry I’ll give you another one,” I replied.

“You better,” she chuckled. I laugh and plant a kiss on her neck.

“This is so uncomfortable,” Jane suddenly announces, saying her pussy is stretched so wide, and the baby, still half inside of her is kicking.

“Do you have a contraction yet?” Jo asked. Jane shakes her head to signal no.

I go back to the tried and tested method of nipple stimulation - I move my hands from the top of Jane’s belly onto her tits. I massage them to encourage some contractions, my fingers eventually move to my nipples.

“Let’s get this orgasmic birth, ok? Will you orgasm for me?” I ask.

Jane nods, eyes still closed. “Keep working my tits,” she says.

Jane moves her hands down to her inner thighs, mentioning that sensations are beginning to build for my next pushing contraction.

I play with Jane’s nipples between my thumb and forefinger, the attention making them rock solid and engorged. Whilst Jo is fully focused between Jane’s legs to make sure that everything is progressing as it should, Claire’s eyes are left to drift towards my hands moving back and forth. I absentmindedly wonder if she will take any of this on board when she comes to give birth, and a second thought of wondering how often she has seen things like this in the intimate environments of homebirth.

Jo has supported the baby’s head since it was born and she’s still down there using gentle touch as the head rotates as it should to help make the shoulders pass easier. Jane gets the urge to push and her now well-practiced actions over the past few hours spring back into work. Thankfully the sensations are nowhere near as forced as they were before - not as much stretching and burning, but the shoulders don’t just shoot out as we had seen several times on the demonstration videos we had seen during childbirth classes.

She breathes and starts again, Jo pressing down on the baby gently to help release one of the shoulders and once again, nothing much happens. Jane is trying to focus on the nipple stimulation and the butterfly kisses I’m applying to the back of her neck to the point where it’s starting to feel good, not fully grasping that she should have a baby against her chest by now. Another push and Jo sees the problem - a nuchal hand - a small wriggling fist came poking out from between Jane’s legs.

Jo looked up and fully focused on being professional she simply announced “looks like we have a bit more pushing to go than we first expected”

“Is everything ok?” Jane asks in a panicked state, completely snapped out of her arousal.

“Yea, someone just wants to wave hello on their way into the world.” Jo said “Janey flip onto your hands and knees so we can open your pelvis some more. Andy?”

Between myself and Jo, we help Jane awkwardly roll over on our bed. The sight is something to behold - massive belly, baby halfway out, mother exhausted. “You’re ok baby you’re ok. Just focus,” I tell her. Jane is finally flipped over and she’s literally in my face nose to nose on her hands and knees waiting for a contraction.

“Baby I want….” she trails off… “I want to have my orgasmic birth.”

“Shhh, Shhh, Shhh. I know baby I know. Just relax and focus.” I say brushing Jane’s hair out of her face.

My hands go to her engorged tits which are now hanging down low, her belly behind them, and whilst the vision in front of me was this sweaty tired woman labouring hard to give birth, she looked beautiful.

She surrenders to my touch and the sensations in her pussy and belly and just closed her eyes to focus on that. My forehead rested against her as my fingers rolled and rolled over her nipples.

“Come on contractions,” She moan. After another minute she tells me she feels one coming on.

“Ok Jane let’s do some biiiig pushes,” Jo said.

“Ok,” Jane manages, quivering. “I’m feeling so many different things I’m on autopilot.”

“You got this,” I say kissing her forehead.

Jane takes in a ragged deep breath and blows it out. The contraction builds and she draws in another.

“Push Jane,” Jo commanded. She shuffles her knees are apart and angled to open her hips, and instinctually she leans back a little as if she wanted to squat.

“UGHHHHHHHH,” She grunt loudly as she pushes.

“That’s it. Push.” I offer.

She draws in another breath and bears down. This time her voice goes deeper - a growl almost.

“Good girl, push Jane,” the midwife calls. Jane announces that she feels the baby moving.

“Big push baby. Big pushes.” I say.

Between the sensations and the primal nature Jane is birthing, she bears down one more time and feels an almost electric current running through her clit.

The baby is slowly coming out more, and between the nipple stimulation and her hearing me tell her to push, she simply lets go and lets her body do what is natural.

The most intense orgasm rips through her body, she’s unable to hold back.

She lets out a breathy moan and eventually it turns into her moaning “come,” and that’s when I realise that she is orgasming.

“That’s it baby let it go” I encourage her, I feel her hands shaking as the orgasm surges through her. Her moans turn to whimpers as she feels every fraction of inch of the baby move through her pussy into Jo’s waiting hands.

Finally after hours of effort Jane gives a final grunt as our baby’s chest, hips, legs and finally feet are pulled out of her.

Claire clapped almost ecstatically “Whoa mamma you did well, that’s one big baby”

Jane rolls back over to be handed our baby to her chest. “You’ve had a long day as well as me” Jane coos at our son, the post orgasm high keeping her elated. Jo grabbed some towels and rubbed the baby down resulting in a mewling cry. The baby was measured to be almost 10 pounds, and thankfully Jo remained her perfect ‘no tear’ record.

A short while later, as Jo was writing up her notes Jane reclines, nursing the baby.

“Thanks” I say to Jo and Claire. Jane pipes up “Same time next year?” - she is still sitting there with a beaming smile on her face.

Jane lays back in euphoric exhaustion as our son nurses half asleep on her chest. Jane says contractions are still rolling in, but Jo and Claire advise that’s probably just the uterus getting ready for the placenta to detatch.

After 15 minutes when the cord stops pulsing I clamp and cut the cord and our son is handed off to Jo for some more exams. I stand in awe of our new child, watching Jo do her checks while Claire helps Jane get tidied up.

“Still contracting?” She asks as she rubs Jane’s belly hard.

“Yea, but they’re not as painful,” she replies. As she massages Jane’s belly, waiting for the placenta to detach, Jane says she feel like Claire is constantly touching something heavy.

“Ouch. Claire, I feel something giving me pressure,” She says rubbing her belly around the area of her cervix.

“It’s your placenta dear,” she says “let’s see if we can get you some harder contractions, play with your nipples”.

Jane doesn’t need to be asked twice of course and reaches up to rub and pull at her aching nipples. I feel a contraction build after about 30 seconds, “OK give a push” asks Claire.

Jane draws in a breath and give a small push. Claire feels around Jane’s belly and looks concerned.

“What is it?” Jane exclaims, somewhat worried. This caught my attention, so I come back over.

“I’m going to go in and check your cervix, OK?” Claire advises, sliding her fingers inside.

Jane winces as it is incredibly uncomfortable. Claire’s feeling around Jane’s cervix and grabs her stethoscope.

“Jane, it’s twins. That’s a head,” she exclaims.

Jane’s jaw drops at Claire’s revelation. Jo looks up from writing her notes and looking over the baby with a similar expression.

“Can’t be” Jane gasps… “we had a scan… several… only seen one baby there.” She winces and grabs her belly as a contraction builds. Jo stops what she is doing and heads back over.

“Sneaky little things are babies… all it takes is one hiding behind another and you miss it… focus on one during an ultrasound and you might not realise there’s two there… isn’t an exact science”.

Jane groans “no shit Sherlock” as she starts to push once again, her head moving back to her chest.

The commotion in the room isn’t lost on the baby who is now crying in the corner of the room where Jo had been fussing over him. I grabbed him and held him close to my chest, rocking and shushing him. “Looks like you have a little sibling coming” I say quietly. Jane glances up from her pushes with wide, pleading eyes.

“We…we don’t have stuff for a second baby…” Jane blurts out but is soon pushing again unable to stop, her bodies need going above all else right now.

I’m smiling myself trying to keep her calm “we can worry about that later… right now, you need to focus on our new little bundle of joy.” I move in close so I’m almost touching Jane’s ear so only she can hear then whisper “and I get to see you stretch all over again, its like I’m going to have two Christmases this year.” With a shudder, I can see Jane appreciated the thought.

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"Oh god, it's so low." Anna said, hand underneath her bump.

Zion thrusted her strap-on deep into her pregnant wife.

They should have prepared for Anna to give birth hours ago when dawn broke, but their desire had other plans. It started out with Zion massaging her wifes back through the contractions, then it went to taking her firm tits in between her lips, then eating her out and now here she was deep in her laboring wife with a vibrating strap.

Anna's perfectly ripe stomach seized around the vibrator. "Fuuuck, it's so good, so good, Babe. Deeper!" Anna's voice trembled.

"Are you sure you can take it?" Zion asked, only half concerned.

Anna had been laboring for some time already, Zion was sure her waters would break soon.

Anna nodded fervently. Zion then obliged.

Zion rocked Anna's entire body with each movement. Even the rigidity of Anna's contractions couldn’t stop her laboring belly from bouncing. Her back arched, her moaning mixed with begging to cum, one gripped the sheets and the other her stomach.

Suddenly, Anna presses a firm hand on Zion's thigh. Fluid spurted out of Anna's throbbing pussy. She clutched her belly, allowing both a whimper of pain to escape her lips and the contractions wash over her.

"Finally," Zion laughed."I thought your waters would never break."

Anna weezed and held her stiff belly. "I was hoping I would last a bit longer."

"We can keep going," Zion smiled up at her wife. And Anna smiled back.

The pleasure didn't end there, even as Anna dilated to ten centimeters. Anna's belly shifted harsher by the hour as the contractions coaxed her into giving birth.

Despite that, Zion could tell Anna was hardly putting in an effort to push. Each time she checked her, the head of their baby barely progressed.

"Do you enjoy feeling our child being born as much as you enjoyed making them?" Zion asked as took her fingers away from her wifes open cervix.

Anna chuckled tiredly. "Yes, but you're the one making me feel this way with those fingers and tongue of yours."

A few more hours passed. Zion continued to pleasure her lover through each contraction to the point she wouldn’t wince at the pain as much she would lustily moan at the sensation of Zion massaging her clit and sucking at her tight breasts.

Now, Anna sat on Zion's lap. Her hands were gripped tightly to the cloth of the bed like a clamp. No matter how much Zion stimulated her, the crowning process still pained her. Everything else would say otherwise though.

Zion fingers moved across Anna's lips like she was conducting a symphony. Her other hand massaged Anna's oversensitive belly button as well.

"More, Zion, more!" Anna threw her head back on Zion's shoulder. "I can't take it anymore! I need to cum, I need it! Please, please, please!"

Zion laughed. It was like she’d completely forgotten she was even giving birth or that she was pregnant at all. Zion could feel Anna's pussy part fully around the head of their daughter. Anna's swollen belly trembled and compressed as her desire to cum pushed her child forward.

"That's it, Anna. That's it, you're almost there," Zion whispered before kissing Anna on the cheek. She moved the hand on Anna's belly up to her engorged breasts, rubbing and twisting them interchangeably.

Anna squeals at this. The head of their daughter shoots out of her wet pussy. Fluid gushes onto the bed and Zion's lap. None of this distracts Zion from her task though. She continues kissing Anna's cheek, rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples.

"FUUUUUUUUCCK!" Anna's back arches, pushing her belly outward and her breasts spurt milk. The shoulders of their child slid slowly downward.

"She's so close, my love, just a bit more!" Zion smiled as she felt the baby slide past her fingers.

Anna only responded with an orgasm filled scream as the rest of their child slid out . Her entire body shook erratically as her stomach deflated and the waves of pleasure drowned her senses. While Anna was dealing with the aftershocks, Zion quickly leant forward and picked up their daughter. As soon as skin touched skin, the baby girl cried out loudly and began to squirm with all of its limbs.

Anna finally came down from euphoria, her eyes and ears drawn to the newborn she just birthed. Zion passed the child into Anna's still trembling hands.

"W-we need to do this again…please get me pregnant again," Anna panted out with her crying girl on her chest.

Their child was born from magic. Very expensive magic at that. But Zion would do anything for her wife. She smiled at her and their newborn daughter.

"Of course, my love," Zion grinned. "How about twins next time?"

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Imagine: Struggling On Arrival

Your partner comes home to you on your bed, shaking and sweating, rocking on your hands and knees and gripping the sheets in clenched fists. He drops his stuff and rushes to your side, holding you as you let out a guttural scream through another contraction.

As you're catching your breath he asks how long you've been in labor, whether your water broke, trying to gauge how much time is left but as another contraction takes over, drowning out your response in another scream of pain, he realizes there's not going to be any time. Even without you saying anything, he can see you're trying not to push. Your contracting belly takes up all your visual space, your heavy body swaying in between the contractions.

"I…I thought I'd have more time," you pant as you return to swaying on your knees with your hands on your back for support, the pressure in your cervix enormous, "I thought I'd have more time before you got home, b-but then my water broke, and I–!"

You're cut off by a huge contraction, your words dissolving into a hoarse scream as you double over, gripping your tightening belly.

"OHHHHHHH the baby's coming!" is all you manage you groan.

Your husband holds you up to keep you from falling, and you drape your arms around his neck in search of relief. With some of the weight off your back you moan into his shoulder in agony as the pressure mounts behind your womanhood. You've been laboring for hours, struggling for hours. Your husband trembles as he holds you, anxious about what's to come.

"Just try and relax, breathe–"

"OhhhHHHH, I h-have to push–I HAVE TO PUSH!" Your moan turns into a scream as you double over again, sinking into a squat of sorts as your hips widen in preparation for birth. You give a few small pushes before the contraction ends and you lower yourself to your bottom.

"Let me lie back, please, I'm exhausted," you sigh, rubbing your belly and lying with your back propped up on some pillows for comfort.

Your partner is getting comfortable while you await your next contraction. You wonder how much longer you can be so heavily pregnant, how hard it'll be to push out this huge baby.

You don't have to wonder long, as another contraction is upon you. You arch your back and pry your legs apart as far as you can hold them, grunting at the top of your lungs at the pressure between your hips and ass.

"Can you even see it yet?" you gasp when the contraction subsides.

"Not yet," he says, lying down beside you to offer comfort and assistance, rubbing your belly.

Another contraction; they're so close together now. You hold your legs apart and push with all your strength, feeling the head inching through the birth canal. You release the push with a gasping cry, already tiring yourself out but seeing no other way but forward. You push again, feeling the strain in your lower body as your child fights to be born.

"Oh, it hurts," you whimper, reaching down in hopes of feeling something but it's taking its time moving down so all you can feel are the engorged lips of your vagina.

"Just breathe, try to let it move down on its own if you're tired."

But you can't, you're already pushing again, your body contorting and scrunching in on itself. Every time you push it feels like it's stuck just from emerging, sliding back inside as soon as you relax. You just can't seem to push hard enough to get it out.

"This head is huge!" you growl at your husband as another contraction mounts and you push again.

"I saw the head that time! Just keep breathing, let me find a mirror…"

But you don't want him to leave when the contractions are this close together and you're struggling this hard, and you cry out as another pain hits you and you arch your back from the force of it.

"D-darling, come back–!" You scream as you push again, groaning at the weight in your pelvis. It hurts so bad at this point, all you want to do is push out your baby and be rid of the pressure.

He returns with a mirror and positions himself before your opening to hold it up while gripping your hand tightly. You don't have to wait long before another contraction has you curled around your belly, holding your legs apart and screaming. In the mirror you can just see your lips beginning to part. Motivated by the sight, you pull your legs back and push as hard as you can, watching in awe as a tear-shaped opening begins to form beneath your heaving middle. When you release the push, the baby slides back inside, leaving only your swollen red slit visible.

You're ragged by this point, lying back with your legs splayed open, heavy breaths moving your body rhythmically. Your partner lies beside you, stroking your belly, watching you intently. You're barely aware of his presence at this point, exhausted from trying to give birth to his child.

Until a roaming hand comes to rest on your laboring vagina, exploring fingers caressing your clitoris and opening. You moan in surprise, but melt into the touch, desperate for relief from this torment.

"You're so beautiful right now," he whispers hungrily in your ear, gently rubbing wet fingers over your throbbing, aching nub. Another contraction is building, but when he leans down to tenderly kiss one of your leaking nipples all you feel is mind-numbing pleasure. Encouraged by your moans of ecstasy he gently massages your breast, flicking his tongue over your swollen nipples. The contraction is building, but so is your orgasm. You're delirious with pain and pleasure, straining and steeling yourself for what's about to come.

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH MY GODDD," you scream as you cum harder than you can ever remember, your womb clamping down and forcing your child down and into the birth canal. You snarl and writhe in agony and ecstasy, your legs spreading apart to make room for the head rapidly making its descent.

"Push, honey, it's right there!" you hear your partner from the other side of your heaving tummy. You can't even see straight and blood is pounding in your ears but you bear down as hard as you can. "Keep pushing, you're starting to crown!"

With a cry you release the push, gasping for air and even more exhausted than before. But somehow the pain is getting a bit easier to manage as you progress. Your partner hurries to grab the mirror again before your next contraction, and helps you sit up to see the baby's head peeking between your folds, the tissues surrounding it rounded and bulging.

You're panting for breath, awaiting the next contraction…

"It's sliding back in, honey," your partner says, and you let out a groan of exhausted frustration. You lean back and adjust your hips, hoping next time you'll be able to push hard enough. Then an idea enters your head, your laboring body sweaty and limp and aching for comfort.

"Can you make me cum again?" you ask almost sheepishly, wondering how you must look asking for sex when you're in this state. But your opening is throbbing again with need, your contractions stalling as you wear yourself out the longer you labor.

Your partner looks like he was hoping you'd ask, his head disappearing behind your massive belly. You're quickly a trembling, sweaty mess, always loving the way he looks hidden behind your pregnant belly while he's eating you out. You feel a contraction coming on again, and you run your hands over your enormous, tingling breasts to help things along.

You feel his tongue rasp over your clitoris in soft, quick movements, his hands holding onto your legs. You're deep in labor yet have never felt so erotic, the way your body swells and rolls with life.

"Ohhhh!" You cry out as his fingers enter you, slipping in and out, just coaxing your g-spot while his mouth works magic. The pressure mounts, your hands squeezing your leaking breasts in mindless ecstasy.

You scream, cumming hard on your partner's fingers as they continue to coax and tease you. With it, a contraction washes over you, and suddenly you're screaming in pain as you're pushing with all your strength once again.

"Push! Keep pushing!" you hear from beyond the throes of your orgasmic contraction. You're screaming animalistically, bearing down as you continue to cum. His hands are on your thighs now, but it barely registers as you can feel the baby's head between your legs.

You release again, shaking hard and gasping for air.

"Have I ever told you how incredible you look bearing my child?" your partner says in awe as he wipes his mouth, one hand still on your thigh. You let out a weak laugh in response, unable to speak yet. The pain is getting worse again as you feel the head bulging between your straining thighs, finally making progress. Your partner holds up the mirror for you again, and you lean forward to see the baby's head sitting firmly in the birth canal. Just a few more pushes now, you hope.

“RRRRRRRRRrrrrggggghh!” you snarl, tucking your chin to your chest and pushing again. You watch as the folds of your entrance part, the dark, slick head slipping in and out from your efforts. Push, push, push. Your vagina is bulging now, the huge head straining behind flesh already stretched to its limits. You can’t hold it any longer and fall back onto the pillows behind you, panting hard and fast.

“Beautiful, keep breathing. Just lie back and let yourself stretch, just a couple more pushes.”

“It…hurts,” you moan, arching your back and shifting your hips. The head is lodged firmly in your pelvis now, heavy and filling you with indescribable pressure. You just want to give birth. “Please, get it out.”

“You’re doing great, just keep going,” he says, stroking and stretching your opening to coax the baby further. You’re breathing so hard at this point you can’t even see straight. Another contraction is coming. It sweeps you away with its force, and you can’t get your bearings in time, pushing sporadically and writhing in agony.

“Gah–GET IT OUT!” you scream again, an animalistic sound ripping its way through your throat until the contraction subsides.

Your partner waits just long enough for you to lie back before he buries his face between your thighs again, pleasuring you with his mouth while you struggle to give birth. His hands run soothingly across your hips, thighs, belly, and breasts. Your hips are buckling from the pleasure and the sensation of something huge building up between them.

“OHHHHHH MY G-GODDDD,” you howl as you cum again, a contraction clamping down on your womb once again, this time you feel yourself spreading. Your orgasm only helps, fluid building up and lubricating the head to slide out of you.

“It’s crowning!” you can hear your partner say from far away, but your being is consumed by pushing right now. Cumming and pushing, pushing, pushing…You feel your partner press his hand to your bottom, applying counter pressure to help you. “Keep pushing, you’ve almost got it!”

With a clenching roar your vagina’s opening goes completely round and your baby crowns.

You take a moment to catch your breath, staring at the head between your legs in the mirror, your partner’s palm just cupping the bulge announcing your baby’s impending arrival.

If you hadn’t been so aroused, the pain of stretching around the head’s widest point would be too much. As it was, things felt like they were progressing now, the sight of your baby’s massive head urging you on now.

You take a deep breath. Any minute now.

Then your back is arching and you let out another moan. They’re so sudden now, these surges of pain and pressure in an effort to expel your baby. You try to relax and save your strength, lying back to let your body do the work this time. Your belly is so hard, moving downward with each push. You hear a splash of water and scream in shock as you feel the baby’s head shoot out of you in one great big push.

“Beautiful!” your partner yells out in equal surprise. He reaches down to cradle the head dangling between your legs and continue applying counter pressure. The relief is incredible, and looking down at the massive head hanging out of your vagina you wonder how the hell that thing was just inside you. You pant, breathe, shift your hips. The rest of the baby is still in there, taking up all the space in your pelvis. Thankfully, this pressure is much more bearable than the head you just birthed.

“Breathe, breathe,” your partner coaxes, feeling your body tensing beneath his fingers. He can see you’re close now, just on the cusp of giving birth to his baby. The head rotates quickly, your breathing helping it along.

“OH! OHHHH I can’t!” you cry as another contraction takes you, but you can and you are. You’re pushing now, groaning and panting for the release you know is coming.

“Keep pushing…keep pushing…it’s almost out,” your partner gasps, though his focus is entirely between your legs now, cupping the head of the baby as it emerges further. You grip the backs of your knees now, bearing down as hard as you can. The body is big just as the head was, but with the time you’ve had to stretch this part is going to go much faster. “Push! PUSH!” You keep pushing, pushing until everything bursts and flows from you in one massive release. You pant, trembling at the effort, and hold your baby to your chest while your partner kisses your forehead.

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I’m a woman, identify as a woman, and probably always will, but i want a dick so bad. Like I want a cute girl to straddle my lap, to take me inside her and to actually be able to feel the warmth and the wetness of it.

I want her to be pregnant, naked, and horny, and climb into my lap, sitting on my cock like she loves, and we stay like that for hours as she just rides at her own pace, squeezing and throbbing around me. I want her to get impatient and start to move faster, her little gasping moans sending sparks to my cock, making it ache.

I want her to squeeze and massage her breasts until they’re leaking, milk dripping over them and down onto her massively swollen belly. I want to thumb at her clit and watch her hips jerk, pressing me further inside her.

She’ll start bouncing slowly, rocking back and forth on my cock and taking it all the way in, gasping when she feels her water break, spilling out into my lap. It’ll only serve to make her moan louder, chasing her own orgasm.

I want her to clench around me with every thrust, closer to release with every bounce, and those small gasps turn into gasping moans, filling me with so much pleasure. Her first contraction will hit and she’ll groan, pressing down on me and holding on to my shoulders as she breathes through it, sighing as it passes and she continues to bounce slowly in my lap.

This will go on for hours, as her contractions get closer and closer together, i’ll be able to feel them every time as she tightens around me. And when she finally begins to push, the contractions forcing the sensation, she’ll gasp out and push against me, the baby pressing through her canal.

She’ll push and push and push, an orgasm just on the edge. The baby’s head will hit the tip of my cock and she’ll gasp, her hips jerking and shaking as I start to rub her clit. I want her to orgasm so hard she squirts all over me, the baby falling through her pussy and forcing my cock out. I want to see her pussy bulge, the baby’s head pressing out further with every push as she struggles.

I want her to hold onto me, use me as support, as she rocks back and forth, the head of the baby rubbing against my still hard cock. I want to watch it push out all the way as she jerks, her thighs shaking and stomach heaving, her hands squeezing my shoulders too tight. The head will push through and she’ll gasp with it, her whole body reacting with every sensation.

Fluids will leak out around the head and she’ll cry out as she pushes again, the shoulders beginning to stretch her even more. I want to watch the baby push out of her while she’s on top of me. And then when the baby is out completely, leaving her breathless and exhausted, I want her to collapse on top of me, allowing me to caress and take care of her and our newborn baby.

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Beach House Birth

Disclaimer: 18+, Sex during Labor and Birth, Birth,

The summer breeze trickled through the tall seagrass. Colors of pink, yellow, and blue filled the sky. Shay sat on the back porch, her eyes skimming over the horizon. The sun was setting over the ocean, the the day before was coming to a close.

Two days late. She thought to herself. Of course this baby will be stubborn like their father. She mused.

“Everything okay out here?” A soft voice whispered in her ear. She learned into the comfort of the voice, closing her eyes in pure bliss.

“Just thinking about how I made to the end of the day.” She murmured, rubbing a hand over her large, overdue belly. She let out a heavy sigh, “probably stubborn like daddy.” She said with pursed lips, shaking her beard with a grin on her face.

A wicked smile appeared on the man’s lips. “What can I say? I’ve got resilient swimmers.” He placed walked around the rocking chair his wife sat in and placed a large, firm over hers. He stood silently looking down where his child was resting. His face full of raw emotion. “Thank you. You have given me everything I’ve ever wanted. Hopefully I can be a decent father.” He laughed nervously offering her a hand to help her up. She took it, struggling to maneuver the rocking chair.

“You’ve been an amazing one so far. You worry too much, baby. Don’t think about it, let’s just take it day by day… It’s getting late.” Shay smiled looking at the clock. She secretly loved how nervous Aiden was to be a father. He was confident in every other aspect of life; yet when it came to fatherhood he nearly paled at the mention of it.

“You want me to help you wind down?” Her husband casually said, guiding her to the couch, easing her into it. He pushed the wooden coffee table further back so he could get on his knees in front of her and began to massage her body.

Shay knew what her husband wanted. He didn’t want to miss his nightly ritual of worshiping her pregnant body. He loved the belly, he was going to miss it, they both were.

She pulled him down with her, brining him into a kiss. “We made this baby.” She said her voice thick with emotion. “Now make love to me.” She said, her eyes filled with hunger and desire. They had a very healthy sex life up until this point, and she clearly had no plans of slowing down.

He silently rejoiced as he planted a long kiss on her forehead. He pulled up her sundress, exposing her swollen belly. He kissed and rubbed it, whispering sweet coos to his child and wife. His hand gravitated towards his wife’s warm opening. He took his time, rubbing around her opening and back down to her thighs before slipping a finger inside. She gasped, sliding deeper on the couch, welcoming him in her warmth. He began rubbing a thumb over he clit while using his other hand to rub the base of her belly.

“That’s right. Remember this feeling when you’re pushing my baby out…” he had come to her early on in her pregnancy and confessed he had wanted the delivery to be private and a sensual experience and was thrilled when she wholeheartedly agreed. “and you’ll feel it again when I put another baby in you…” he happily signed, inserting two fingers into her. His wife went feral, moaning and clenching down on his hand.

He felt himself begin to get hard, yearning for one or two more times inside her. “You like that, baby?” She nodded in silence. “You want me to -“ he abruptly stopped pulling out his hand as his wife suddenly gasped.

He stared down at her for what felt like hours. Could it be time? Or maybe just those Braxton hicks again. She was two days late though… he thought.

She had sat quietly before whispering softly, “that was a contraction, baby.” Her bright eyes looked up at him with a terrified look on them. She was scared and needed reassurance. With Aiden

His eyes shot open, placing both of his hands on his wife’s belly protectively. “Baby…” he looked deep into her eyes, waiting for some kind of indicator of what to do. She took a few deep breaths, rubbing her naked belly with her eyes clenched shut.

Aiden was amazed when Shay suddenly started batting her eyes at home. “Did I say I wanted you to stop?” She smiles sweetly, motioning her head in a way to tell him, his job wasn’t finished yet. His heart began to speed up, he turned his attention to his wife’s opening, and knew his time was limited. He quickly removed his pants and tossed them to the side. Shay chipped up, “help me take this off, please.” Indicating her sundress. “I want us naked for the whole birth.” She blushed looking away quickly. That’s my girl. He thought to himself.

He reverently removed her dress, watching her full breasts pop out, begging to be sucked. He took a step back to admire his heavily pregnant wife, naked and ready to birth his child. Their child. Her face suddenly began to scrunch again, this time she let out a quiet moan she looked up at him with urgent eyes and he knew she needed to be fucked. This primal connection between the two of them was sacred. Neither of them needed to speak.

He watched her body contract while he stroked his member that was growing harder every second.

He pulled his member out and looked her in the eyes, she grabbed his hand and gave it a quick squeeze before he slowly guided his head in. Shay leaned her head back with a slight “O” in her lips. He took that as the indicator to push the rest of himself into her as her moans filled his ears. He was going to miss watching her full breasts bounce with their movements.

She contracted once more and he once again stopped to check on her and she practically ordered him to go harder. He squeezed her milk-filled breast, pushing some of the liquid out. He almost came then, watching his pregnant wife take his cock, with her enormous breasts, wet pussy, while also battling the occasional contraction. God, I want put another one in her right after this. He thought to himself.

Her voice brought him back to reality. “Twist them baby, they’re so full with milk.” He did indeed tend to her breasts. Sucking the milk out, fondling them, twisting them until she cried out. He loved his wife, understanding those breasts no longer belonged to him, but the child she would soon be delivering. He wanted to remember them this way, before they became swollen and used as a food source. He would find them even sexier them, he knew that as much.

A few contractions later his wife began to shake under him, he felt her pulsating and smiled hearing her sexy moans. Her response triggered his and he released himself for one last time inside her. They sat quietly for a moment, both hands lazily stroking her belly.

They both wanted to enjoy their final moments as a family of two.

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Throughout the labor he often touched his wife, her face, thighs, legs, breasts, belly. He touched it all, embracing the labor and admiring his wife’s amazing body. He verbally told her how sexy she was, how confident she was, how he had never loved her more than in this moment right now.

“Shhh… breathe.” He whispered in her ear as she cried out in pain. She was sitting on her back legs, her arms resting around his neck as she rocked her body back and fourth.

“Can you check me?” She pleaded, leaning back against the headboard for her to expose her dilated pussy. He slowly put a few fingers in her, she gasped at his touch.

“You’re about seven centimeters, baby. Close!” He said, rubbing her folds as she leaned back in distress. He put two fingers in, tracing her walls, feeling what labor was doing to her. She began to contract again and he inserted another finger as she battled her own body.

“More… more…” she pleaded as she gasped in pain. Her husband did not disappoint, he pushed his fingers deeper, almost as if he was looking for his child. She finished once more as he played with her clit and sucked her nipples.

He noticed as she transitioned to active labor she needed less of his support. She knew what she was doing and he found it so sexy. She told him where to rub her back, when she needed water, and then finally when she was ready to push.

What seemed like hours and hundreds of contractions later, Shay looked at her husband and whispered, “I want to push in the water.” Her water had not broken yet, so hearing this brought worry to his mind.

“Let’s get you there and then I’ll check you, okay?” They had a birthing tub ready for her in the corner, he slowly helped his wife up and she leaned into him as they stood in the dim lit room together, swaying back and fourth. He took in her smell, and thought about how in a few short hours, they’d be a family of three.

“Aiden-“ she gasped and stood back as they both watched a transparent liquid fall onto the floor. Relief flooded him before he soon realized his wife would soon be pushing. His wife doubled over in pain, grabbing his shoulder as she hunched over. “Oh.. it’s happening.” She took deep breaths. He didn’t even bother to check her, he knew the time was close.

They moved her into the tub where she leaned back with a slight smile on her face. Aiden was moving the tripod over from the bed, he was pleased with himself that he had captured most of the labor process for both of them to watch later. He watched his wonderful wife breathe through contractions, never screaming like he imagined she would be, almost as if she was born to do it.

“Baby…” she breathed out before scrunching up her face. “Come feel.” He had gotten into the tub with her and had been rubbing her thighs, waiting to stimulate her until she was ready to begin pushing. She guided his hand up to her body and into her opening when he felt something hard and soft. He yet out a yelp as he realizes his child was closer than he thought.

“Are you pushing?” He questioned.

“I’m just letting the baby move down with the contractions. I can feel it, though.” She said closing her eyes as another contraction came.

This continued on for a few more contractions before she let out a cry. She was beginning to bulge. “Baby… baby you’re doing great. Oh… there you go. Just like that.” He coached her, rubbing her thighs under the water. Aiden’s eyes were huge as he admired his wife’s opening, embracing the head that was trying to escape her. “You’re doing it babe, you’re having our baby!” He was so immensely proud of his wife.

“I need to be rubbed.” She said bringing her own hand down to her entrance, and began rubbing around the small dollop that was exciting her, he stopped her.

“Please… let me.” Their eyes met and she understood he had been waiting for this moment right here. She nodded, placing her hand to his cheek. “I… I want to do this part.”

“Bring your baby into this world.” And she began pushing, their eyes fixated on one another. He began rubbing her clit, with one hand with the other rubbing around the folds. She was pushing down, suddenly overwhelmed with sexual stimulation and adoration for her husband. “Aiden, I can feel it. It’s coming out of me!”

Aiden watched as his wife began to stretch, a dark mass protruding from her center. “Dark hair!” Was all he could make out before focusing in on the baby coming out of his wife. “Push baby!”

He looked up at his wife who looked completely exhausted. He suddenly felt bad for all of the orgasms he had given her, she should have been saving his energy. That is before she said, “Keep rubbing baby. I need it.” And he fell in love with her all over. He went to town, worshiping her clit as she continued to push his baby into his hand. “Ugh….” She leaned back in between a contraction. The head continued to stay where it was, despite her enormous efforts. She had sweat around her forehead, and sat with her eyes closed, leaning against the tub.

Aiden continued rubbing but thought of an idea.

“Give me your hand.” He whispered. She opened her eyes, weakly moving her hand down to meet his, he guided it to her entrance where their child’s head protruded out of her. “Now give little pushes.” Her eyes swelled with tears as she gasped in surprise. She moved her fingers around the head. She followed his instructions, grunting with every push, she felt with her hand and her body moving in sync. The tears began to fall from her eyes as she kept her hand in place, feeling the hair and skull exit her body.

“That’s right… just like that… everything is fine, we’re not in a rush. “ Aiden continued to work her folds, stretching around the head while simultaneously rubbing her sweet spot. Suddenly her moans turned into screams as the head continued pushing out of her, coming to a sudden full crown.

“Wait, wait, wait!” He protested, moving his hand to keep the head still. “Baby, slow. Remember, slow and steady wins the race.” And keeps us from the hospital, he thought to himself. She grunted, begged, and pleaded with him as he held his hand steady. He looked at her longingly, pushing her hair back with his free hand. “You have never been more beautiful than you are right now in this moment. Push my baby out of you. Remember when I was rubbing your clit like this earlier?” He began to furiously move his fingers around her clit as she began to push, her moans filling the room. He watched her face change from pleasure, pain, and happiness all within a few moments as she buckled under his touch.

Shays face was red and strained as she huffed and puffed. Her opening was stretched to the max as Aiden watched it move with every breathe. She had her hand cupped around the head and he had his hand placed on top of hers, they both felt it coming out of her inch by inch.

“Need… to… push!” She moaned as she bore down. She reached down with both hands, welcoming the head as it popped out of her. “Baby! I’m splitting open. Please, oh!” She began to panic.

Aiden gasped and checked for the cord while reassuring her she didn’t tear and to let the baby adjust and turn. He held the head in his hand for a moment, realizing just how fragile human life was. He stared at his wife, watching her strain and pant.

“You’re good baby.” He said, his voice full of emotion as she started panting. “Push our baby out!” He cheered.

“Aiden…” she grunted, she shifted trying to move towards him. “Help me up,” she gasped “I want to… get into all fours. Want to get out.” She began attempting to lift herself up out of the water. Aiden jumped up and grabbed a towel. He stared in awe at his child’s head hanging in between his wife’s legs. He saw it’s little features as it began to turn. He was so turned on sexually and emotionally seeing his wife strain with his son or daughter.

She was crouched low, the head hanging out of her. Shay’s hand was cupping the head, her fingers exploring just as he was as doing. He was amazed at her beauty and determination. He couldn’t want to watch her do it over and over again.

“Hurry babe. I need to push!” Her eyes urgently pleaded as she reached towards him for help. He hurried her up and she got down on all fours, grunting and moaning. He acted quickly, suctioning the baby’s mouth and checking to ensure he had grabbed the towels.

She had no idea what came over her, only that the urge to push was so primal, so raw, she couldn’t ignore it. She felt herself blossoming open, as if she would never close back up again. She chanted over and over in her heard, this is what my body was made for.

Aiden watched his wife spread wide open as the shoulders began to leave her body, he helped guide his child into the world as his wife gave one final push and moan, sliding his baby into his waiting hands.

“Oh…” he gasped, feeling the weight of the world suddenly in his hands. His wife turned over, urgently seeking her babe. He placed the baby into her arms as they both began to weep.

“It’s a boy.” His wife swooned. Aiden sprang into action, grabbing the towels and placing them over his son and wife. Sitting beside them looking down at the life they created.

Once they got done admiring the newest member of the family, Shay announced she wanted to birth the placenta in the water before showering off.

During this time he held his wailing son, watching and cheering on his wife as she strained one last final time. They chose to leave the placenta attached for a bit longer as they sat in the bed as a family of three.

“Look at what we made.” Aiden said in awe. Staring at the his wife as she looked down at their son. “I am so proud of you… I don’t deserve you.” He shook his head in disbelief.

“Oh god… that was the most amazing experience ever. Shay murmured as she kissed their newborn’s head. “Let’s do it again…. Just like how we did it now. I want to have as many as we can.” She said after a few moments, he had opened the windows to let the fresh air in, the sound of the ocean lingered in the background. The sun was rising and rays of sun kissed his wife’s head. He grinned in total disbelief.

“Oh, don’t tempt me for a good time.” He said, kissing his wife’s temple. “I’ll give you as many as you let me.”

“Deal.” She sighed happily.

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And A Happy New Year

Contents: Twins, overdue, orgasmic birth, birth denial

The moment her pregnancy test had come back positive, Jamie had known she was in for it. Not only was her husband an impressive six foot five, but he was a twin, as were his sisters and his mother. So, when the first ultrasound had revealed not one, but two growing babies, she hadn’t been remotely surprised. She hadn’t been surprised when she started showing early, or when she looked full term at six months.

What she had been surprised by was going overdue. First by one week, then by two, then a third. She’d expected her babies to be born by Christmas, and yet when she woke on New Years Eve, she was still hugely pregnant.

Her overdue status had little effect on her husband Nate’s desire, though, and no sooner had her eyes opened than she felt his cock prodding at her sensitive folds, his hand snaking over her side to stroke her belly.

“Still full of my babies, hm?” He asked, voice rough with sleep as he slid to the hilt and began pumping his hips in a slow, gentle rhythm.

“I want them out…” She complained, voice hitching up into a whine as he found the right angle, the pressure of the babies only making her that much more sensitive. “Please…” She gasped, bracing both her hands against her massive middle, squeezing her eyes shut as one of her sons kicked, clearly protesting the new movement.

“Please what?” Her husband asked, in that voice, the one that sent shivers down her spine and made her pussy clench around him. That was the voice that had gotten her pregnant in the first place. When she finally got her words out, they were a cry.

“Please fuck them out of me! Please!” It was the same plea she’d been begging him with for a week now, and she could only hope this time would do the trick.

“Poor thing…” He growled, holding her stomach as he picked up the pace, pressing on it, increasing the pressure and making her cry out. “Stuffed so full, gonna pop you…” He grunted, one hand moving to her clit as he fucked into her with abandon.

She did her best to buck her hips into his touch, with limited success. “Please! Oh-!”

She cried out as she came, body spasming, babies kicking furiously as she jerked, for a moment forgetting her discomfort s pleasure coursed through her. She was only peripherally aware of her husband groaning his own release, spilling deep inside her like he’d done almost ten months ago.

Her sounds of ecstasy quickly melted into a groan of pain, though, as her belly seized.

“Babe?” Her husband’s voice was concerned, his hands moving more gently across her middle, “Was that—?” He let the question hang in the air as she shook her head.

“No, don’t get excited. That happens whenever I cum, now. I’m stuffed too full to do it right.” She mumbled, reaching out to him for help sitting up. He obliged immediately, hand supporting her back. “I’m not getting my hopes up.”

“I’m sorry, angel.” He sounded genuine, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.

“No you’re not!” She laughed, pushing him away, “You like me like this, so knocked up I can’t hardly move.”

“I won’t lie, it’s about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, but I also don’t like seeing you miserable.”

“Uh huh, I think that part gets you off too.” His silence spoke volumes, and she huffed as she dragged herself slowly and painfully to her feet.

“You’ve definitely dropped,” He pointed out, “I don’t think it’ll be much longer.”

“It better not be.”

She realized he might be right just a few hours later, when the false contractions she’d been having for days seemed to even out suddenly.

Nate’s face lit up when she told him, and she almost laughed when he grabbed her hand, leading her to sit on the couch as if she was about to squat and deliver right there.

He took his time “checking” her, sliding his fingers deep inside and pressing them against her cervix. He palpated for a moment, before curling his fingers drawing a gasp out of her as he stimulated her g-spot.

“Three centimeters, if I had to guess.” He reported, as if he wasn’t pressing his fingers against her most sensitive spot, “And growing wetter by the moment.”

“Nate….” She whined, tilting her head back as he began to fuck his fingers into her slowly, “What—?”

“Said I was gonna pop you, baby. That’s what I meant.” He promised, first pressing a kiss to the sensitive underside of her belly, then moving his mouth down, down, down before he sucked her clit into his mouth, making her back arch with a moan.

The next several hours were a blur. She lost track of her orgasms, lost track of her contractions, lost track of anything and everything that wasn’t her husband between her legs, bringing her to her next peak and the growing pressure in her pelvis.

When her water finally broke, it was almost nine pm. She was on her hands and knees, belly and breasts swinging wildly below her as Nate pounded into her, hips snapping against hers at a breakneck pace. She was babbling, whimpering, speaking nonsense before breaking into a scream as pleasure washed over her, pussy pulsing around him as something deep inside her gave a pop!

She squealed as a mix of fluid, squirt, and Nate’s cum gushed out of her around his pumping cock.

She’d thought that his insatiability would ease up once her waters had broken, but she couldn’t have been more wrong. If anything it got worse.

He got her to bed easily, laying her back with all the gentleness and tenderness in the world, before promptly burying his face against her folds.

Maybe it was how many times she’d cum, maybe it was his fingers and cock having stretched her out, maybe she was just so wet it was helping, but her first son progressed quickly. The first push had her trembling pussy beginning to open, the second had her bulging, a teardrop shape forming. By the time she was crowning in earnest, she was howling, not from pain, but from the feeling of her own orgasm approaching.

She screamed as she came, the head squirting out of her as her body convulsed, pushing and cumming at once. She wasn’t sure if she came again, or if the first orgasm never ended as the shoulders split her open, then the torso, and then her empty hole was clenching and she wailed at the sudden emptiness.

And then a baby started to cry.

“Ten forty two.” Nate’s voice was wet, and though she couldn’t see him around her still swollen belly, she knew he was crying. Her ears were still ringing, her body still twitching with aftershocks as she gathered her son to her breast, sucking in a breath as he latched.

“So which one is this one?” He asked after a moment, finally moving from between her legs to lay at her side, wrapping his arms around her as she held their son. “Dorian or Alex?”

She thought for a moment, watching his face, before deciding.

“Dorian. He’s Dorian.”

They laid there in awe of their firstborn for several long minutes, before her hips shifted some.

“Contractions?” He asked, and she wasn’t sure if she was imagining the excitement in his voice.

“Not yet, I don’t think.”

“Well, maybe with a little luck he’ll be born after midnight, and they’ll have separate birthdays.” Nate pointed out, “That was always my least favorite part of having a birthday, even my day wasn’t mine, it was Ryan’s too.”

“Maybe,” She agreed.

Her contractions didn’t start again until a little after eleven. Unfortunately for Nate, Alex seemed to be in just as much of a hurry as his older brother, and she was pushing in earnest by eleven fifteen.

Warm, large fingers had returned to her clit as she started pushing, and she’d thrashed, grateful they’d moved Dorian to the bassinet. “Sensitive!” She’d gasped, eyes rolling back.

“I know it is,” Her husband agreed, moving his fingers faster and laughing when she cried out. “And you love it, you love that it feels so good it hurts.”

She couldn’t exactly argue with his logic, nor was she inclined to as he lowered his mouth to her and she saw stars. This time, as she neared orgasm, he stopped, and she wailed her discontent. “Baby no-! No! I was so… so close…” She whined.

“I know you were,” He purred, in that voice, and she knew she was in trouble.

From there on, he only touched her when she was contracting, bringing her right to the brink of her peak before the contraction ended and he pulled his hands away, leaving her whimpering. It didn’t take long until she was begging for contractions, begging for touch, hoping the agony would last just a little longer so that maybe, just maybe, she could cum.

By eleven thirty, she was stretching into a crown.

She was close. Oh god she was so close. Nate’s forefinger worked over her oversensitive clit, her pussy fluttered around the huge, solid head, bigger than his brothers’ as it worked her wider and wider.

“Close!” She cried, tossing her head from side to “S’coming!”

She braced herself for the strength of her orgasm as the head reached its widest point—

And then stopped.

She screamed as Nate’s hand left her sensitive nub and settled over the crown, preventing the head from progressing any further.

“No! No, no no!” She wailed, rocking her hips, trying to force the head free. “Please— need…!” She was lost for words, collapsing back on the bed as the contraction ended. “What?” “Still got fifteen minutes, baby…” He pointed to the clock.

“What? No, baby there’s no time!” She argued, trying to squirm her hips away, “He needs to come out, I need him out, I need to…”

“There’s plenty of time,” He argued, “You held them both three weeks overdue, you can handle fifteen minutes, baby.” He pressed a kiss to her thigh as she started to cry. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make it feel good, I promise, you’ll be so focused on how bad you need to cum you won’t even be thinking about how how wiide he’s stretching you, how heavy his head is in that pretty pussy of yours…”

She sobbed as he touched her with the hand not keeping her son trapped in her body, arching into the touch out of sheer desperation.

The next fifteen minutes were the worst agony and greatest pleasure Jaimie had ever known. He alternated between his fingers and mouth, keeping her soaked and screaming and aching, but never letting her cum, never letting her open any further, keeping her clit throbbing and body spasming with need, need to cum, need to birth, it was all the same to her.

It might’ve been hours, might’ve been days, might’ve been an eternity in and of itself before several things happened at once.

Crowds outside burst into cheers, fireworks exploded in the sky, so overwhelming loud that it completely masked the sounds of her screams as Nate pulled his hand away from the crown.

The head exploded out of her with a gush of fluid as she shrieked, the strongest orgasm she’d ever felt crashing over her with more force than the explosions. The sheer force of it pushed both shoulders out at once, then the body, and then she was empty, thrashing and convulsing, completely overwhelmed by pleasure before falling into a dead faint.

“Happy birthday, Alex.” Nate cooed, holding his second son to his chest.

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