Window Belly by Paul the Apostle Gazer
I stood at my bedroom window, stunned by the visual sense of a naked, fraught girl, framed in the neighbour 's window 20 feet away. Way back then, when I was 17, you never saw a naked woman, let alone a pregnant cleaning lady, for chrissake ; but there she was, standing just quietly with her script on her hips and her big gut pushed forward. After a few frozen import, she smiled at me, then slowly reached a mitt up, making her chest face lift and swing, and pulled down the blind as deliberately as a theatre of operations curtain. show over.
It was only then that I realized that I was strip too and my bedroom lights were plenty bright enough to present my blink of an eye, instinctive bloomer. I 'd been undressing for bed when I caught sight of the big-bellied girl and my own blind was up because old girl Rogan succeeding door never, EVER opened her subterfuge on our position, so why bother ?
But that sure was n't skinny, dried up Miss Rogan tonight ! Turning off my twinkle, I grabbed my pajama tush and, naturally, whacked off into them. I mean, Playboy was just a year old back then, but the magazine 's teasing video display of maybe two coy nipple sets per month was more than than enough to set me off big time. Stashing the pajamas in the binding of my wardrobe as always, I crawled into bed naked and lay in the dark staring up at an afterimage of bulging, beautiful girl.
Was she beautiful ? The trueness was, I 'd been so entranced with her swollen, erotic body that I had n't paid much attention. Forcing my memory up from her straining belly and boob, I recalled her face. Hm, not `` beautiful, '' maybe, but youthful, handsome, and marked by signs of Einstein and personality. Her tomentum was some kind of dark but not black, and it curled around her shoulders…. Which led my imagination back downward and before I knew it, I was hard again ( ah, to be 17 ! ). I reached for my backup tissues on the nightstand and took care of Willy again.
Then I stared at the dark some Thomas More, thinking very uncomfortable thinking. A lot of my champion had declared themselves breast men or butt men or leg men, and they understood and respected each other. You might prefer stub to blunder, but the titty guys accepted your preference.
But abdomen ? I 'd never find out such a thing. In 1955, `` nice '' people never acknowledged that pregnancy existed ( because it was evidence that a pregnant cleaning woman was guilty of `` you-know-what '' ). Women growing bellies wore blowsy cover styled by Barnum and Bailey and then mainly disappeared for the close two calendar month before the baby came. Was it normal for me to take in the hots for meaning cleaning woman ? Because I suddenly realized I did - did I ever ! But I imagined telling bozo at the puddle where I worked for the summertime that huge, swollen intestine made me cream my jockeys. They would n't get it ; would n't even laugh. They 'd just walk away from this sicko pervert and never come back. No sane man reacted the way I did, so therefore I must be some kind of nutcase. I feared that if this got out they 'd mesh me away for the adept of society. If I wanted to run around loose, I 'd have to conceal my disgraceful condition forever, in my one-man closet like the homosexuals I 'd read about but never seen in those long-gone ingenuous times.
The next day passed in one farsighted torment of fear and incertitude. I watched my every move, reviewed my every word, to make indisputable I was n't doing something else that revealed my disgusting unwellness. When a guy at the pool said, `` Hey, dig the tits on that bird, '' I made a bedamn fool of myself, babbling, `` Wow ! They really are some disparager I really love boobs yeah I 'm really a knocker man, '' and moron gabble like that. He looked at me strangely, but shrugged and changed the subject while I kicked myself mentally.
Nevertheless, I left the blind open each night in my bedroom, very casually getting undressed while stealing quick glances at the window adjacent doorway. It remained dark.
At dinner one night, I waited until my parents were deeply involved with pot roast and then said, oh-so-casually, `` Is somebody visiting Old Miss Rogan ? ``
My father looked up with his rima oris full and mumbled what must have meant `` I do n't know. '' Mother pushed a taste of joint aside and then attempted, `` Why ? '' I did that dismissive teenage shrug that irritates parents and forked in a taste. She gulped, sipped some water, then managed, `` I did see about some girl. '' As she remembered, her nerve took on her mephistophelean Fresh-Juicy-Gossip spirit. `` I believe she 's in a… delicate condition. '' At my blank manifestation, she added primly, `` She made her bed and now she 's got to lie in it. '' layer were clearly involved, but I could n't see what making them had to do with getting pregnant.
Closing a fist, my dad mimed a horizontal piston, in and out. `` Knocked up, '' he explained around his own pot roast.
'' Wilmer ! '' But mother turned back to me. `` I do believe that 's old young lady Rogan 's grand-niece from President Cleveland, Peter. Miss Rogan 's keeping her out of ken, here, until she, well… has her, um, nipper. ``
I carefully showed no further interest and my parents resumed their pot roast.
That same Nox I had turned out my lights and was sitting on the edge of my bed when the neighbor 's windowpane lit up. The girl stood there, naked again, and waited while watching my window. Afraid to turn on my own lights or even move, I just sat there in the iniquity with my middle bugging out. After a few minutes with her work force on her hips, the pregnant girl started rubbing her swollen belly, making ho-hum deliberate roofy with both hands. My disaffected stopcock went straight to full engagement qui vive. I wanted to beat the meat there and then, but was afraid of revealing my shocking insanity. ( In those days, we were assured that masturbation would quickly drive us unbalanced, so maybe it was my daily jerk-off sitting that 'd unhinged me. ) for sure, I was in the dark, but who knew if she could still see me a little. I watched in agony as she cupped her heavy knocker, lifted them, let them tumble and resile on her belly dome. It was all I could do to keep from splashing cum all over the rug. After a few long transactions of observance, the girl shrugged with a disappointed aspect, turned so her big belly was in profile, and walked out of heap. I WHOOOSHED noisily, not knowing I 'd been holding my breath.
Between night and morning, I romanced my pajama hindquarters four dissimilar times.
The next afternoon I had to mow the lawn. Now, in the American Midwest, suburban property fences are n't considered genuine friendly, so the farseeing back yards of our pulley-block were all one uninterrupted river of sens, with ours next to last and miss Rogan 's stead end of all, except for a big, partly wooded vacant lot on her other English, where the developer 's cash had run out. I always started mowing with a swath down the property occupation to mark our border with those evilness Samuel Johnson that we did n't get along with, but then mowed the lawn at rectify angles all the way to the end of young lady Rogan 's yard, to be neighborly with this squeamish old noblewoman. It was humid and hot on this August day, my shirt was off, and I was sweating as I pushed the mower up one breadth and back down the side by side. I was well-tanned and muscled from my summer job at the puddle. Anyway, I had finished mowing, removed the stopping point immune carrier full of trimming, and fare back for the lawn mower when a window on miss Rogan 's lower base opened up.
The girl stuck out her fountainhead and shoulders. `` Hi, I 'm Janice. ``
I told her my name was Peter.
'' Can I call you Pete ? '' She waited, smiled, and said, `` Okay, Peter then. Want some water system ? '' When I nodded, she disappeared from the window. A second later her head popped back out. `` I ca n't find where Miss Rogan keeps a piddle pitcherful. ``
'' Oh, uh, never creative thinker then. ``
'' Come on in the kitchen. It 's only tap water. ``
'' But I 'm all… '' I raised my glistening arms.
'' Oh, arrive on, '' she repeated, and grinned.
So I walked into Old missy Rogan 's prim, tidy kitchen. The daughter, Janice, was covered head teacher to fundament by a big shapeless apparel. ( hoi polloi would someday call these muumuu, but the Son was n't common in 1955. ) She looked impudent and pretty in daylight, and the sun through the kitchen window showed her hair was mixed up voluptuary browns. She handed me a dish towel to wipe the swither off and carried two glassful of piss to the kitchen table.
'' Come sit down, '' she said, `` so you can relax and not let to look at me. '' At my stupefy expression, she plucked at the arm of her homely dress and then patted her belly.
I grinned ruefully. `` You know how much I love looking at your torso. I already gave myself away. '' I sat down.
She smiled and pulled the sides of her dress tight to outline the half-globe she carried around. I continued quickly, `` Sorry about my reaction the other night. ``
When Janice chuckled, her round belly jiggled enticingly. `` Why do you consider I was standing there ? ``
'' I meant my… '' I gestured vaguely down at my groin.
Janice shrugged. `` You got aroused ; okay. '' She sat down opposite. `` That made me feel right. I 'd been so low by my ugly embodiment. Hmh ! '' she snorted, `` And for two to a greater extent month it 'll only get uglier. ``
'' No ! '' I practically shouted. `` You look beautiful and, well, sexy, REALLY sexy ! ``
Janice cocked her head teacher, studying me. `` You think significant venter are sexy ? ``
'' I…. Oh shit ! Er, excuse my language. '' Now I 'd revealed to person that I was insane. Now the boys in albumen with the great big lucre would come and interlock me up for sure. Still, confessing was a variety of substitute, and after all, it was HER belly. `` Ohhgod yes, yes I do. I 'm sorry, but I just ca n't help it. ``
She chuckled again. `` Why should you ? hear : I 'm supposed to be some big sinner, right ? Bad daughter ; let some guy cleave it in her. Now we have to hide her shame. ``
I nodded. `` Yeah, I heard why you were staying here. ``
She thrust out her Kuki-Chin defiantly. `` OK, He stuck it in me SIX times and I let him because he said he loved me. And you know what ? I really loved making love ! The babe was an accident ; so okay, I 'm a sinful, immoral Fallen adult female. I do n't wish ; I STILL liked doing it. '' She sipped her water, rubbing her belly under the table with her former hand.
Boy, that was something to think about. The world judged her so shamefaced she had to be hidden to have her shameful mongrel child in confidential. But watching her, I could state her defiance was n't a brave front. She really did n't care. I started to sense better and maybe not quite so insane after all.
Now she smiled. `` Know what else ? After the first off three months of barfing every morning, I now think this is variety of fun. They say I 'll receive to commit up the infant, but…. '' She looked off in the distance a moment, then her face lost its wistful flavor and she stood up and walked over to me. `` Want to see the brassy trollop ? ``
See ? Did she really mean… ? I could only nod and immerse. From my eye level I was looking at cloth where her breasts and belly would be under that tent she wore.
'' Okay, '' she said. Crossing arm over arm, she grabbed the dress at her pelvis and pulled it up, then held it, bunched in her armpits.
In those days, skillful young woman wore `` sensitive '' underclothes : stiff bras that squeezed their boobs into tight, gruelling cones and white cotton panties that covered their stomach buttons. ( I mean, so they told me. ) For comfort though, Janice 's scanty top rode beneath the dramatic swelling of her gravid belly.
'' Like it ? '' More laughable nodding and swallowing. Unthinking, I raised one hand and let it hover in front of me. The hand was shaking visibly. `` Want to touch it ? '' Janice whispered. Without waiting for an response, she took my wrist joint and guided my palm onto her belly. Automatically, I brought my other hand up behind her to stabilize the little of her binding. The skin felt affectionate there and mild. Her belly flesh was warm as well, but its smooth skin was stretched tight over the cracking prominence of her womb. I smoothed my palm around the convex aerofoil, pressing slightly here and there, feeling the slender layer of fat and then heavily muscle.
I felt woozy, as if I 'd run a Swedish mile and then got up too fast from resting, and all the piece, my genius spun on : this is it, this is what I need, I 'll never get this again, got to recollect every smell, every inch of pregnant stomach. wait at her belly button, almost at the Earth's surface. They 're supposed to pop out, are n't they ? What would it sense like when it did ?
Without word of advice, my hapless horny system betrayed me and my hammer squirted semen into my jockey short circuit while I sat there helpless. I glanced down and saw a small dirt already spreading out into my blue jeans. `` Ohhhhhgod, '' I groaned.
She looked down too and grinned. `` Oh, I 'm sorry, '' she said, `` but that makes me feel so good - I mean, to lie with I can do that. When I pulled my hand off her belly and dropped it to hide my shame, she continued, `` It 's all right. Go up to the bathroom. pick up. Take your underwear home in your pocket. ``
Still trembling, I sidled up the kitchen stairs and did as she said. When I came back, she turned from the kitchen sink with a tone down rag. `` cum here. '' When I obeyed, she struggled down into a kneeling post and mopped at my trouser. In doing so, her hand stroked my cock beneath the material, which twitched again despite my stark efforts. Janice felt this and her lip wrinkled into a corrupt short letter that showed she was suppressing laughter.
'' Ugh ! return me a hand, '' she grunted, and I helped her stand up again. `` Now, while that dry, let 's just sit and talk. '' Janice sat at the table and, after a present moment 's reluctance, I joined her.
We talked. And we talked. Turns out we both had a lot to say and each one found the former an thinking hearer, so we yakked about school and dating and college and the futurity and the common Big Heavy Topics that have always preoccupied stripling - well, anyway, on and off. After more than an minute I reluctantly said, `` I think I better get back. ``
Janice glanced up at the kitchen clock. `` Yeah : 5:45 ; young woman Rogan will be family from employment pretty soon. '' She hauled her belly upright. `` Will you total again ? ``
I nodded, `` And you come to my place. ``
She shook her head sadly. `` I promised I would n't bequeath - would n't reveal my dreaded pity to the humanity. ``
My heart widened. `` You ca n't even go out of this house ? ``
A wan smiling. `` Well, as far as the dorsum grounds, maybe, if no neighbour are around. ``
'' Except me. ``
A smile broke up her sad expression. `` Want a hold up feel ? '' She did the dress thing again, stripping it all the way off this clock time. I put a thenar on each side of her belly and just held the warm, tight noodle, thinking, `` O Powers That Be, I do thank you ! '' I closed my center a moment to focalise on simply feeling her marvelous vain gut, and, in a moment, she raised her own palms, placed them on my chest, and rubbed me slowly.
When my eyes snapped afford, she grinned at my surprise. `` Tonight ? Ten o'clock ? '' she whispered.
I slowly backed off, turned, and went to the kitchen door ; then I turned back. `` Ten o'clock what ? ``
She shot me that patient flavour that woman reserve for slow-thinking male. `` You 'll forecast it out, '' she said.
* * * *
We were half way through dinner when it hit me and I said loudly, `` That 's it ! ``
'' That 's what ? '' Mother asked.
'' Uh… I… Oh, right ! The… um, answer to some puzzle in… uh, in the um, um, newspaper. ``
'' Today 's ? ``
Hastily, `` No no no no, some… a few 24-hour interval back. It just came to me. Sorry to squall. ``
Mother stared at me and I imagined a mother Radar Dish revolving on top of her head. My female parent was far from stupid. I smiled unconvincingly, and she raised her supercilium and cocked her chief in an `` oh well '' shrug. Dinner resumed not a present moment too soon.
At 9:30 I yawned elaborately, stood up, and said, `` Guess I 'll call on in early. Mowing two lawns is hard work. '' My parents said expert night without paying much attention and I escaped to my elbow room upstairs.
Where, first of all, I locked my sleeping room door. Then I got ready for bed, got unappareled, and sat down on the sharpness of the bed that faced my window. The lights were on and I was naked, except for my wristwatch, which crawled around toward ten o'clock with agonizing ineptness. I imagined Janice as I had seen her today, and my cock stirred in my lap. Better not start that too soon. I thought of homework. At 9:50 I ran out of homework to recollect about. By 9:55 I was ready to scream.
Then a perch went on in the bathroom adjacent threshold. A long second and then an indistinct figure was silhouetted against the window blind. Mygawd, what if it was Old miss Rogan ! It could n't be, could it ? I mean, she never before…. At this point the blind slowly rose like a curtain and Janice stood at the windowpane. I smiled and waved and she smiled back.
Before I could register disappointment at the muumuu she was still wearing, she grasped the textile as before, and slowly, slowly pulled the clothes up like a second base theater curtain. She removed the clothes and put it somewhere out of lot. Then she reached behind her and undid the mortar-cone bra. She hunched her shoulder forward ( as I now know women do ) and pulled the shoulder strap down. The bra rode, unsupported, around her big, taut knocker. She grasped it by its cup lead and pulled it off. It joined the Mother Hubbard. The pantie were hold up. She bent forward and pushed them down, and as she lifted first one leg then another to step out of them, each second joint in turn pressed up and into the bulge of her pregnant belly. As it distorted and resumed its soma I realized I 'd thought of it as stiff as a basketball. In fact, it was a complicated arrangement that flexed with the female parent while it cradled her baby.
Janice did all this matter-of-factly, without the slender come-on smell or provocative wiggle ; but she already had me stiff and hard as a phone pole. Now, however, she started teasing me, cupping and rubbing her heavy knocker, pinching her mammilla, sliding her script around her belly side to touch her pussy. She turned sideways, took a big hint, arched her back, and froze with her Brobdingnagian belly shoving forward aggressively. As she turned back toward me, she smiled, and this metre there was seduction in that smile.
She beckoned to me repeatedly, lifting her hand and curling her finger up in bidding. Since we were 20 feet apart and 15 above the ground, this puzzled me ; then I realized what she meant. I was suddenly embarrassed, but I found my courage and slowly, shyly, stood up straight, my enormous boner flying high gear. It wagged hi. Janice grinned and mimed favorable reception. Then she made `` go on, go on '' impatient motion. Not quite getting it, I lifted a tentative hand and cupped it under my penis. Her grin widened, and she curled her fingers around an fanciful cylinder and stroked them up and down. Hypnotized like a fowl with a snake, I began to slowly diddlyshit myself off. As I did so, she rubbed her swollen breasts and belly, and pinched her nipples again and licked her rim as her rose hip revolved. Then she reached a hand around her gut and found her pussy. Janice was getting off too ! We watched each other 's hands go faster, faster, until I lost ascendancy completely. Just in meter, I crowded up to the wide-open windowpane and spurted rope after rope of white semen into the hot Sep dark.
This must own set her off too, because she squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered, and her breathing drove her venter in and out, in and out, until she reared her head back and let go ( what I hoped was ) a mum scream. She came down in stages, bit by bit ; and then we looked at each other, instinct and sweating in the Midwest humidity. She blew a kiss and waved and turned and pulled the blind back down. After a minute her lightsome went off, while I stood wiping stray jism off the windowsill with my long-sufferance pj's. Oddly enough, out of all her erotic display, what I thought of most was that kiss.
I spent most of the next day dreaming about that lavatory window crowded with great bellied miss, and tugging at my pants to alleviate the world 's longest-lasting hard-on. By 9:50 I was back on station, naked in strawman of my window with my clapperclaw jammies ready. Janice appeared right on agenda, but tonight she surprised, and I admit, disappointed me. Instead of peeling off her muumuu, she shook her head and waved her just hand, palm-out to signal no. Then she repeatedly pointed down, I guessed at the kitchen below, and held up three finger. I three-fingered back and she smiled, nodded, and disappeared for the night.
Kitchen ; three. Three o'clock ? She 'd be down in the kitchen at three ? That was damn former with school in the cockcrow, but okay, a little adequate sacrifice. I got dressed and lay on my bed. I did n't dare relieve my piteous aching stopcock and maybe compromise my late-night performance ( as if I needed to occupy at that age ! ) and the next five time of day from ten to three lasted ten hours at least.
At three a.m. I snuck downstairs, shoe in script, put them on at the kitchen doorway, and stepped out into the cicala'last summertime chorus. The crying rise and fall of their non-stop buzzing kept dialing up the tension as I watched for the kitchen light next door.
And watched. And watched some more. By 3:30 I knew Janice was n't coming down. Crushed as only a 17 yr old can be crushed, I took off my place and dragged back up to my room. One ray of hope remained : maybe she meant tomorrow good afternoon at three ! I romanced my pajama as common and drifted off in what little remained of the night.
At the breakfast table I thought hard and fast. Then, counting on my parents'common benign nonperformance, I said casually, `` I start shooting for the yearly today. ``
Mother carried sweetheart to the sink. `` Do n't you already take photos for the school paper ? ``
'' Uh, yeah, but that 's only maybe three twenty-four hours a calendar month. ``
'' What about sports ? What about football game ? '' my father asked from behind the paper ( even a city our size had morning and evening newspapers back then ).
But after trying to please my male parent through a Junior football time of year with my boldness mostly shoved into freezing mud, I was going to disappoint my old man this year. `` They really need a effective photographer ; and when I told them you had taught me everything I know…. ``
'' I guess that 's okay then, '' Father said in a live up to tone. ( In fact, he used his expensive equipment and abode darkroom roughly never, now that his latest spare-time activity was a entire class old. That was about par for the course for founder 's costly warmth. )
'' So I wo n't be home 'til maybe five or six. '' No resolution from the Oldies, who were back to their news and dishes. Perfect !
It took some bustle, but I made it back from school day by three, snuck through the wooded vacant lot on the far side of meat of Old Miss Rogan 's sign of the zodiac, and tapped on the kitchen door. It opened at once.
Janice said, `` After I left the bathroom, I realized you might have mistaken my polarity language for 3 a.m. ''
Though I was stifling yawns, I offhandedly said, `` Oh no, not at all. '' As she turned back into the kitchen, I said, `` Um, is there any place we could, maybe sit down ? '' I mimed side-by-side with my arms.
She grinned at me. `` Because you want to start making out ? ``
'' fountainhead, not, 'start ,'but, yeah, eventually ; but I also like to talk with you, I mean… '' oh, this was going badly ! `` Aw, it 's so difficult talking to girls. Either you want to make out with them and do n't want to frighten them off, or else you DO N'T want to make out with them but do n't want to insult them by giving yourself away .... I 'm sorry ; but it 's always so complicated. ``
Jennifer wrapped her paw lightly around my upper arm and studied the distress in my expression. `` It 's just as hard for girl, and you know, I do n't think it ever gets easier. ``
'' Oh ! Well, I thought it was prosperous for you and me, anyhow. That 's why I love to descend over - well, PART of the reason, I mean… ''
Jennifer actually snickered. `` Boy, when you dig you a hole, you dig it oceanic abyss, do n't you ? '' At my stricken expression she laughed out loud. Then, `` I 'm lamentable I laughed, prick. ``
For some reason, I was n't embarrassed at being embarrassed - not with Janice. I grinned and said, `` That 's all right ; sometimes I feel like Red Skelton ; you know : stumbling around and knocking stuff over. ``
'' Yeah. C'mon. '' She led me into the living room.
I looked around. `` About Old…about Miss Rogan…. ``
She shook her fountainhead. `` The subroutine library does n't close 'til 5:30 and then she has stuff to straighten out up. The act 9 bus stops up at the end of the city block at 6:11 every night. She 's never house before 6:15. '' She sighed. `` She 's so traditionalist ; I think she wo n't use the pot except on docket. Oops ! ``
We both laughed ( 1955 was far to a lesser extent candid about somatic affair ) and she sat us down on the couch.
So we talked again for an hr or Sir Thomas More ; and when things started running down, Janice said simply, `` Okay, it 's make-out time. Now, does that puddle it leisurely ? ``
'' Does it ever ! '' I put my result arm over her shoulder beside me, pulled her in gently and kissed her, not aggressively, but form of exploring. Her lips were very strong and easygoing and her lingua was wicked when it got going.
After a long, long time, we came up for air and Janice said, `` You hit the pitch ; now you get on inaugural bag. '' Her voice sounded breathy and sexy.
I placed a palm on her big left tit and felt it under her shapeless dress. Her nipple was concentrated and she sucked in her breathing spell when I circled it with a finger's breadth. I cupped and lifted the sound globe, thinking it felt filled with quick jelly or something. My pants were already hurting my dick. Janice put a hand on my crotch and just rested it there. It was torment, wondering if she 'd move the hand, wondering what she 'd do.
Almost absently, I said, Janice, it 's punishing to get hold words to identify holding your, um, breast. It 's not… it 's not just sexy, it 's like… it reminds me of… ''
When I trailed off, Janice finished, `` Sucking Milk out of mom 's boobie. ``
'' No ! '' I thought some. `` Well, maybe that really is partly true, if I admit it honestly. ``
She leaned her head back to canvass my cheek ; then she nodded. `` And you do allow it, dick ; that 's unusual. '' She thought a bit more and then pulled farther away and finally stood up. I thought, uh oh, I messed up, as always ! `` All right, '' she said, `` you can latch on to mommy. '' Without waiting, she stripped the muumuu off and discarded it. Today she had no underclothes on, so the heavy bosom I 'd been holding swung gently as she sat back down. `` Feel me, Saint Peter, '' Janice whispered.
This meter I cupped her right breast, lifting it gently, feeling its sensuous weight. I bent my head and took her mamilla in my mouth, then opened wide enough to surround the pinko glory around it. I suckled her very gently. Of course there was n't any Milk River there yet, but I must have triggered something because Janice suddenly shuddered. `` Ho-oh-oh !, '' she said in a shivery musical note, `` that does something. I 've rubbed them but never felt that ! ``
When I lifted my head momentarily, she raised her right arm, draped it over my neck, and pulled me back down onto her lively tit. I teased the push teat and circled it with my natural language. Janice kept trembling. As I cupped and kneaded her swollen boob I was looked down at the Alfred Hawthorne of her tumefy belly. That garden pink, distended dome strained outward, and every few moments, its surface rippled smoothly. The baby ! That was the baby. Since her belly button had n't quite poked out yet, I could n't see her bellybutton. I transferred my hand to the side of her convex gut and started caressing in slow circles. Janice 's shivers turned into retentive soft suspiration of pleasure.
Janice whispered, `` Fair play now, take off your shirt. '' We unwound enough so she could undo my clitoris. I stripped the shirt off and Janice once again placed her palms over my own male nipples. `` Mmm, '' she murmured, `` muscles ! '' She slowly rubbed her hands all over my chest. It made me glad I 'd done all that swimming. Then she snaked her coat of arms around my binding and the awkwardness of this military position unconsciously made us resist up. We embraced as closely as her big abdomen allowed. `` Hoo, cold ! '' she said and immediately jerked her gut backward.
'' That 's my rap buckle. Want me to get rid of it ? '' I added hopefully.
She just looked at me, so I thought, well, maybe not yet. Still, her pregnant belly was irresistible. Sinking to my knee, I embraced her, grasped her nasty arse cheeks, then leaned in and Eskimo-kissed her navel with my nose. Janice giggled. I kissed it properly and licked it, fighting to contain my threatening sexual climax ( though in those innocent days, I did n't acknowledge it was called that ). Then I brought my limb back around and bracketed the compressed sides of her warm, heavy belly. I thought I 'd go nuts now if I had n't before. Slowly, hesitantly, I cocked my head sideways, slipped under the big gradient of her lower gut, grasped the backs of her ardent second joint, and buried my mouth in her sparse, dark-brown Robert Curl. I kissed her mound and simply held there.
Janice ruffled my hair and chuckled. `` I 'll have to bear witness you how to do that right wing, '' she said, `` but you stand up now and I 'll give you a demo. '' Wondering what she meant, I reluctantly rose to my feet.
With a wicked flavour, she hooked her left hand in the waistcloth of my jeans, her fingers warm against my intemperately, flatbed belly. With her rightfield, she undid my belt warp. Working the stiff fly buttons was street fighter going and my insistent hard-on made the job even tougher. Top button, second button, 3rd, last, then she peeled back the front and tugged the enceinte fabric off my hips. Janice paused and looked into my optic, knowing the suspense was killing me.
'' Janice ! '' I groaned.
Her smile widened into a saucy grin as she pulled my jockey short circuit down in front line ( their purpose was the Saame half a C ago ) and hooked the rubber band waistband under my musket ball. `` Ooooh, '' she breathed, tickling them gently with slim fingers. `` You know you 're nice and big, Peter, '' she chuckled, `` or should I say, you have a Nice big peter, Saint Peter the Apostle. ``
'' Uhh, ho ho that 's deep. Janice, please ! ! ``
Then, cautiously managing her heavy belly, she sank into a catcher 's diddley before me, now holding on to my shaft to steady herself. She gazed up at me and shook her hair's-breadth back out of her font. Looking down at her, I gasped at the size of it of her pregnant gut, now hanging, almost dangling between her wide-spread legs. I could see her bosom were swollen too, their slope bulging with their growing burden. My pecker was twitching uncontrollably.
She did n't lull it any by bending slowly, lips pursed, and kissing all around its violet cap. Her tongue shot out and lapped the pre-cum off the tiny mess. Then she lifted my shaft and went to run on my balls, teasing, licking, pulling gently at the wrinkled peel with her teeth ; rolling, tickling my full-of-the-moon scrotum. It was an agony I never wanted ended.
She took my cock into her warm, wet mouth, in an inch and out, in again farther ; and so, inch by inch, she pulled my pulsing shaft to the very back of her sass, until all seven in were engulfed. As she did this, she sucked me in rhythmic pulses, helping each little spasm by tightening her lips in rhythm.
'' Janice ! You 're going to build me… I ca n't hold… Janice ! ! ``
She deliberately pulled back and out, long enough to say, `` Do it, Peter, go ahead and shoot. Cum for me, sweetheart, shoot for me ! '' Slowly, still deliberately, she sucked me into her rima oris again.
That did it. The familiar pressure built and built in my testicles, moved into and up my putz and erupted into Janice 's tidal bore mouth. Again and again I spasmed and spurted into her. She gulped and swallowed quickly, but white sticky cum still surged around my cock and out the recession of her mouth. It rained down on her labored chest and the shiny dome of the peachy belly that hung between her cradling knees ; and all the piece, she looked up at me with a well-chosen, loving formula. I could hold died and gone to heaven on the spot.
When I had finally finished loading her with spunk, and nearly stopped shaking all over, she pulled her talk away at finish, looked up again, and said, `` Ooh, I think you 've been practicing, cock. Hey, my stifle are locking, give me a hired man, lover. ``
Lover ! Overcome with feeling, I wordlessly raised her to her ft, turned her, and sat us down on the sofa. It felt scratchy on my naked ass. When I could verbalise again I said ruefully, `` I 'm afraid that practicing is as far as I 've ever got. If I pattern much more, I 'll go blind. '' In 1955 we half-believed those masturbation scare stories.
Janice was rubbing seed all over her breasts, making them bulge and wobble. Then she slathered it around her belly-dome like lotion. `` A girlfriend told me this is beneficial for reaching gull. '' ( I looked Isaac Mayer Wise, though I did n't know what those were back then. ) Janice laced her custody below her well gut, pulled up, and also took a goliath breathing time and arched her back. Her belly seemed to balloon like a great pink balloon. The flock almost set me off again. She said, `` Obviously, I have more experience, but only those six metre I told you of. '' She deflated somewhat and her looking turned sad. `` I really never was the bad girl they thought me. ``
'' fountainhead, I never thought so, Janice. '' Another thought floated into what little was left of my brain. `` You said you were going to show me how to do something. ``
She sighed. `` Well, that 'll have to await. What time is it ? ``
My watch said 5:25. `` Oh, I do n't require to go, Janice. ``
'' But you 've got to. await : we 've got four - five hebdomad at to the lowest degree. Come back tomorrow. ``
'' Tomorrow and every other day. I already told my kinsfolk a beneficial excuse. '' Reluctantly, we got dressed and tidied up. Janice had done such a in force job of sperm control condition that there were no cum stains on the carpet.
So every day at three o'clock I snuck into Old misfire Rogan 's kitchen, lugging my father 's exacta photographic camera ( recall, I was supposed to be shooting for the yearbook ). Before I went home I did a dissimilar variety of shooting all right ; but when I asked again what she was going to show me, Janice waved around at the prim living room and said it was too severely to do there. It was enough to act as with her slit and finger her interior. She led me to the button there and showed me how to make her moan and waggle and cream. I was astounded that missy got wet too. Meanwhile, her straining belly bulged ever outward, her belly button popped as advertised, and her titty grew so full they finally sagged enough to have-to doe with the slope of her great knock gut. I could n't conceive my luck.
Then one day when she was well over eight month gone, Janice said, `` Something 's been driving me dotty. Why do you work that camera every single day ? '' I told her my artifice to see her, explaining about my dad 's expensive pursuit that changed about every three months. We even had a home dark room in the cellar. Janice looked heedful, then said slowly, as if thinking out loud, `` You know, my family wo n't let me go on my baby and I 'll never throw anything to remember this time. '' She studied me, headspring on one side. `` Are you a good photographer ? '' I nodded. `` Then how about some impression of me. You can piddle extras and sustain them after I 'm gone. ``
I said that would take a footling thought. In those days, fine-grain film was not raw enough to use indoors. You had to feature a photoflash, which gave that deer-in-the-headlights look, or studio apartment firing, which I did n't have. Then I had a brainstorm. Because we were in the last gasp of Amerindian language summertime, which can be damn hot in the Midwest, we could work open. That empty, wooded sphere beside the home would offer perfect tense cover, ten step from her back door.
So we planned it : Janice would bring herself and extra underwear ( she did let a calamitous strapless bra for her one schematic garb ) and maybe a cover. IF I could con my parents into letting me skip school. We agreed to do the upstairs windowpane trick that night at ten, when I 'd let her get it on thumbs-up or down about our scheme.
That Night at dinner, I started casually. `` You know I 'm getting straight A 's again this semester. '' My mother said that was good and dad said maybe I 'd get that college encyclopaedism. I waited a few bit, then resumed, `` But frankly, I 'm exhausted. I could really use a day off. ``
'' What, just lounge around ? '' my father asked.
'' Oh, maybe spend the day business district, hit the flicks - there 's a great double feature at the Rialto. I 'd care to pack some pictures too - you know, urban center scenes. I mean, I 'm tired of shooting just athletics and school clubs and stuff. ``
'' Well, you would be working to better your photography. '' ( mother wanted to give in but needed a `` responsible '' understanding. ) `` I guess I could write a note of hand, say you had a cold or something. ``
I thanked them and told them they were very understanding. It was done !
At ten p.m. I moved, one dollar bill naked, into my bedchamber windowpane. When the screen across the way rolled up, Janice was bare too, in all her big-busted, great-bellied gloriole. I gave her thumbs-up, and then we masturbated together. The mess of her swollen-headed gut heaving up and down, and out, as her hips bucked set me off truehearted than I wanted but firm than I 'd ever managed on my own. Still, tomorrow I hoped to do better, MUCH better.
The next morning I slipped out the kitchen door while my mother was in the keep room, then angled quickly across Old Miss Rogan 's back yard and around the rear of the hedge bordering the empty domain. It was technically just a vacant lot, but out here at the edge of 1955 suburb, the lot was no More than an extension of the William Claude Dukenfield and woods beyond it. The only when street frontage was a dead-end turnaround that nobody ever used, well-masked by marvelous weeds and such. fille Rogan 's boundary hedge ran eight feet high down the unhurt side between her lot and the field. To the prat and on the other side, the close edifice were a mi away. A big old hardwood tree sat in the middle of the blank space where the spinal column one thousand would have got been if the house had ever been built, and soft grass covered most of the lot, except for volunteer shrubbery scattered here and there. perfect ! No one could see us from any direction.
At exactly ten a.m. Janice appeared around the molding hedge, wearing her usual Mother Hubbard. I led her behind the big Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, wrapped my arms around as a lot of her as I could strain now, and kissed her slowly. The basketball hoop she had with her carried her black bra and panties, a shadow blanket, and some snacks. `` Woo ! I 'm not walking so well these 24-hour interval, '' she said. As she panted to catch her breathing space, her now-astounding belly cycled in and out under the muumuu, prodding my much flatter front. I got hard at once. It felt delicious.
She seemed a bit nervous, which was n't surprising. In 1955 virtually girls wore one-piece swimwear, some with stupid looking little skirts attached, and cipher, but NOBODY wore a two-piece, except in Anatole France. adult female who posed nekkid for photos were of doubtful virtuousness if the word picture were `` art '' and sluts if they showed up in men 's magazine. ( In both types of publication, pubic pilus never appeared, and it was only decades later that I realized that the models shaved it even back then. ) But here I was proposing to enter Janice totally in the buff, with intumesce, dark-nippled chest, pubic hair, a blimp-size belly above it, and a belly button so popped out you could use it as a handgrip. division of me thought it was funny. She was stripping naked for me every day now in the kitchen next door, but somehow this was public, though no one could possibly see us.
'' Well, what do you require me to do ? '' she asked uncertainly.
For a change, I was more tender than usual to early people 's feelings. `` wellspring, undo those four buttons at the back of your neck opening - here ; I 'll do it. '' The buttons ended between her shoulder joint blades, so the Mother Hubbard did n't slip at all. `` Okay, now sit down with your leg to one side in front of you and your back against the tree. '' She obeyed, then looked up with an `` is that all ? '' expression.
I had the exacta loaded and ready. In those twenty-four hours you had to use a hand-held light meter, but I 'd already appraise the open specter beneath the tree. `` okeh, smooth the muumuu down to outline your tummy. Can you get it any tighter ? '' Her belly button pushed at the textile. `` Fine. '' I took a couple of pictures. ( With just 36 frames per roll of film, we did n't shoot one C then. ) `` Now pull the hem up to the top of your thighs. [ CLICK, detent. ] `` Pull your neckline down as far as it will go. [ I 'll part with you further mouse click. ] deplumate your right arm out through the neckline opening move. '' I waited until her arm was give up, then took some shots. `` Okay, Janice, now reach your left helping hand into you neckline, pull your right, um, breast innocent, and retain it up with your hand. No, look at it, not me ; I 'm not even here. '' I moved into a low, penny-pinching injection, using the broad slant lens ( no zoom back then ). Looking down, her boldness was serene, but the taut, straining bag of her tumesce breast was powerfully erotic.
And so it went for over an hour and four bun of movie. By getting Janice slowly accustomed to the musical theme, I coaxed her out of her dress and into ever-sexier pose. ( We forgot the bra and scanty. ) She knew her belly and breasts turned me on, so she thrust them at the tv camera at every opportunity. The indirect sun bouncing off the matted yellow pasture bathed her hips, belly, and tit in soft light that wrapped around their overweening breaking ball. Janice was patient, the day was mickle warm, and my cock required acute concentration to push aside. Because I really was a grievous photographer, I managed - barely.
Then I spread the blanket, which we had also forgotten in our nervous rush, and we lounged under the tree diagram, eating sandwiches crushed from being stuffed into my pic gadget bag. Janice ate half of hers, then set the early half down. `` I do n't seem to make much elbow room to part with, '' she grinned, looked at the small mount in front of her, and scratched her popped-out belly button. `` I think I better get dressed. ``
'' No, I 'll link you instead. '' I quickly got out of my clothes and lay down beside her. `` You 've been promising to show me something. ``
She looked at me then said seriously, `` Ever eat a young lady out ? '' I shook my head, not even knowing what she referred to. Janice rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and propped herself up on her forearms. When I looked at her blankly, she frowned at me. `` Do I have to spell it out ? Geez ! '' She sighed. `` Okay, put your aspect in my pussy and slug it. ``
I was so naive I thought at first she meant her pubic fuzz, and wondered what that would do. I lay on my stomach between her peg, aspect hovering above her hillock, and shot her a puzzled look.
Another suspiration. `` Boy, you really have n't been around have you ? '' I humbly shook my head. Janice reached around Mount Belly and spread her lips. They were plump, garden pink, and glistening. `` There ! ``
thought process of icky material like pee, I dropped my rima oris onto her and doubtfully pushed my tongue in. Janice squeezed her laughingstock cheeks and shoved her pussy upward, so my nose dove between her folds. Suddenly I got it ! My nose smelled the erotic smell and my tongue tasted the sultry gustatory sensation of pussy for the first meter. Instinct took over and I burrowed in, lapping, nipping, sucking. I got my tongue tip as far as her vagina and she murmured, `` Now up social movement : find the button. ``
Button ? But I obeyed and there it was. The here and now I touched it, Janice jerked her pelvic arch and cried out softly. I asked, `` Did I hurt you ? ``
'' Christ no, '' she wailed, `` keep going ! ``
And so I did. Janice guided me and made proposition as we went. If we both had n't been shaking with lust, this step-by-step tutorial might have seemed funny. Janice shook with one orgasm, then another.
Panting, turgid chest and belly panting, she grabbed my hair's-breadth and pulled my face out of her cunt. `` I think… '' she gasped, `` I think you… think you earned it. fare up here. '' Lifting my body on my arms, I scootched up, trying not to press out her swollen gut too hard, until my brass was above hers. She kissed me, pulled away, wiped both our sopping mouths with a hand, and kissed again. `` Now, '' she paused to catch her breathing space, `` know where you put it ? ``
Put what - oh, IT ! ! Shaking with prevision, I grabbed the base of my tool and slipped it into her flowing pussy. It took a second 's hunt and then my searching mushroom cap found her gob and went down it. It was tight ; I was hard ; I won the competition and slid in and in until I hung up on her belly. `` I ca n't - uh, your tummy 's in the way. ``
'' Off ! '' she barked.
Afraid I 'd hurt her, I pulled out and rotated over onto my tail. She turned on her position, facing away, and lifted her upper leg clear of her cunt, which split and opened like a Venus flytrap. `` Now try, '' she gasped, `` and hurry ! ``
Fitting myself to her voluptuous butt, I guided my drip pecker back inside - all the way this time. I somehow knew enough to take it slowly, like a groovy, tedious piston, in and out, in and out.
'' Faster, Peter ! '' I speeded up my stroking and Janice started moaning, not loudly but in a low tone that pulsed in sync with my urgent jab : Aww - Aww - Aww -- !
On this, my first time, I could n't continue control. `` Janice, I ca n't help it, I 'm gon na … ''
'' Shut up and go ! '' she groaned, and as I spasmed and dart cum into her, one, two, three - on and on - she shuddered and wailed softly like a madwoman.
We quieted together and just lay there. With my upper berth hand I slowly rubbed her great belly and near-side breast. `` Oh, Janice, I… ''
She rolled suddenly to face me and wrapped her limb around me. `` Shh, Peter, just shh, lover. '' We kissed again, then lay there panting, grinning at each other.
Then we talked and talked as we so often did, while I caressed her gorgeous, puff up body and watched the face that had me so entranced. I know it 's corny, but that warmly, gold fall afternoon stop with me after all these decades.
Eventually, as we lay facing each other, I revolved to lay my oral sex on her lenient thigh, my face just in from her cunt. She raised her leg and I started tonguing her again as she cupped my formal and worried my cock to to the full care. We ate each other then, she a big mouthful and I a whole face full-of-the-moon. When we were both panting and grunting, I rolled away, pulled her up to doggy position, knelt behind her, and fumbled into her wet vagina. Once I got there, it was paradise regained.
It was only four o'clock by then, but the October day was already losing Native American Summer heat. I took more chassis of Janice as she lay there, sated, then helped her wearing apparel and gather up the blanket.
That night I locked myself in the dark room for three hours, patiently loading celluloid into small-scale tanks, and cycling chemicals through them. My exposure were right on the money, and even the bantam negative range of a function made my prick stiffen. I left them hanging with burden clips on them, to dry overnight.
The next break of day at the breakfast table, my mother announced to the paper hiding my father, `` Well ! All kinds of excitement when I brought that paper in today. '' My sire 's `` Hmm, '' said he was paying no care, as always. `` Yes, indeed, '' she continued, not to be deterred, `` there was a cab out presence next door and girl Rogan was leading that young woman down her front steps. '' My auricle pricked up. `` From the way her arms were wrapped around her middle, I 'd say she 's off to experience her sister. '' Mother humphed. `` From the size of it of that eye, I 'd say that, for sure. ``
It took every ounce of field of study I had to come out offhand. `` Where ? ``
'' Well, how should I roll in the hay ? There must be a dozen infirmary in the urban center. '' mother frowned slightly. `` Why do you ask, pecker ? ``
'' Ah, no reason. Maybe I 'll go say congratulations… or something, when she um, comes back. ``
'' Oh ? You know her ? ``
Careful, careful ! `` Well, no, but it would be, I do n't know, neighborly. ``
Mother looked at me a moment. begetter snaked an arm around his newspaper, groping for his coffee. Then the topic faded away.
That night and three nights more, I printed pictures. Out of 144 frames, I got maybe 60 good ones, including about 20 that were downright great. I made two hardening of prints of those, one for Janice, one for me. Then I made sure absolutely nothing incriminating was left in the darkroom ( or its wastebasket ). My nightly whack academic term all involved those arousing range and I waited impatiently for Janice to return.
But she never did, and I was left with no name and address, no phone numeral, and no way to get them. I mourned Janice as if she 'd died, and as the weeks and months dragged by, I polished my computer memory of those afternoons. Funny : despite the help of my well-thumbed photos, my most vivid recall were of Janice talking, laughing, listening to me. I 'd been so besotted by her swollen titty and belly that I had n't realized how special was the person inside. One late night, I found myself weeping over her exposure, and was too infelicitous to even be embarrassed by this sissy stuff.
Almost a yr later I was getting flat foundation in an endless freshman enrollment line at State U. when I thought I recognized her from the back. I asked the guy behind me to maintain my place, and, to avoid looking obvious, circled around and ahead, glancing back oh-so casually. Yes, it was Janice ! Still hugging the walls, I snuck around until I was back of her. Then I tiptoed up, paused just behind her, and did an elaborate pantomime for the guy in line there : I pointed to her, mimed `` shhh, '' nodded toward her, puckered for a kiss, and pointed to the blank in front of him. He grinned okay and let me in.
I put two deal on her waist, leaned in close, and murmured, `` I have some pictures for you, Janice. '' She spun around, mouth falling overt. When I opened my arms in welcome, she moved into them, but hesitantly. I said into her ear again. `` This is so wonderful. reckon, you 're about four citizenry closer to your table than I am to mine. will you wait for me ? '' She nodded into my shoulder, then pulled back, and studied my brass doubtfully. I whispered, `` Please ! '' and she repeated the nod.
one-half an time of day later, we shared a booth in the bookman brotherhood snack shop. After various transactions of slurping sodas and trading touch about this new school, I finally got up my courageousness. `` When you did n't come up back, I did n't know what to do. '' She smiled wanly. I continued, `` I was crazy ; I 've BEEN crazy for a yr. '' She looked at my hand on the mesa and covered it with hers. I persisted, `` Did, uh, things come out okay ? ``
She shook her head. `` Just one thing came out, a child girl. I saw her when the Doctor held her by her ankles and tapped her understructure. She started crying, loud. ``
'' Aw… ''
'' Then they took her away. '' Janice kept her eyes on our work force. `` I asked for sidereal day and 24-hour interval, but they said it was better this way. I never saw her again. ``
'' I do n't make love what… ''
Janice plowed on, woodenly, `` My knocker injury, for maybe three days. '' Her eye lifted to mine, `` Then they did n't anymore, and I went -- dwelling house. '' She said `` place '' as if it were in quotation. `` I just held on, held on - waiting to get out of there and embark on college. '' She made a valiant effort to smile. `` And I made it ; here I am. ``
'' I am so very glad you are, Janice. '' I looked at her miserable face. `` Listen : why do n't I get us a cheeseburger ? ``
Janice shook her head, slowly. `` We ca n't pick up where we left off, peter. '' She made a feeble joke : `` Besides, you were wild for my pregnant belly but that 's gone now. ``
I stepped very, very carefully. `` I meant start over, not 'pick up .'We meet, I buy you early supper, we sit and talk, we walk back to your residence hall, where I say goodnight out on the sidewalk. If things work out, I might pace a secondly escort. If we get as far as five I 'll try to cop a feel through your clothes. ``
That produced a real smiling and the Janice I had known shone through it. She rubbed her stomach absently. `` You know, I am still sort of bout down there. My pot never got all the way flat after the baby came. ``
I smiled back. `` Yeah, I admit it. I was - I am - crazy for big abdomen ; but you know what ? I remember our conversations every bit as well as your body. That 's why I want to see you, Janice. '' I thought a bit before adding, `` Though I 'm beaming your belly 's a little bit round. ``
Janice rubbed her front where I could n't see, below the mesa boundary. `` Mostly the part below my belly button. '' Then reluctantly, `` Thomas More than just a little, to be dependable. '' She added bravely, `` No stretch home run though. Remember why ? ``
I had a sudden flash prototype of Janice smearing my ejaculate around the straining domed stadium of her vast, pixilated belly. I nodded, then jumped up, suddenly embarrassed. `` How about I get those cheeseburgers ? ``
Janice nodded. `` I 'd like a blow with mine. ``
'' You got it. '' Walking over to the dissolute nutrient grill, I was very nearly dancing .