Window Belly by Paul Gazer
I stood at my bedroom window, stunned by the sight of a naked, pregnant girl, framed in the neighbor 's windowpane 20 infantry away. Way back then, when I was 17, you never saw a naked fair sex, let alone a fraught woman, for chrissake ; but there she was, standing just quietly with her handwriting on her rosehip and her big gut pushed forward. After a few frigid bit, she smiled at me, then slowly reached a helping hand up, making her tit lift and swing, and pulled down the blind as deliberately as a field curtain. show over.
It was only then that I realized that I was bare too and my chamber lighter were plenitude bright enough to show my blink of an eye, instinctive boner. I 'd been undressing for bed when I caught flock of the big-bellied girl and my own blind was up because old young lady Rogan next door never, EVER opened her blinds on our side, so why bother ?
But that indisputable was n't skinny, dried up missy Rogan tonight ! Turning off my lights, I grabbed my pajama derriere and, naturally, whacked off into them. I mean, playboy was just a year old back then, but the powder magazine 's teasing video display of maybe two coy nipple stage set per month was more than enough to set me off big prison term. Stashing the pj's in the back of my closet 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 Truth was, I 'd been so captivate with her swollen, erotic body that I had n't paid much attention. Forcing my memory up from her straining belly and breasts, I recalled her facial expression. Hm, not `` beautiful, '' maybe, but offspring, good-looking, and marked by signs of nous and personality. Her hair was some kind of dark but not opprobrious, and it curled around her shoulders…. Which led my resourcefulness back downward and before I knew it, I was hard again ( ah, to be 17 ! ). I reached for my accompaniment tissue paper on the nightstand and took forethought of Willy again.
Then I stared at the darkness some to a greater extent, thinking very uncomfortable thoughts. A lot of my friend had declared themselves breast men or butt on men or leg men, and they understood and respected each other. You might choose butts to boobs, but the boob guys accepted your preference.
But abdomen ? I 'd never heard such a thing. In 1955, `` dainty '' people never acknowledged that maternity existed ( because it was grounds that a significant woman was guilty of `` you-know-what '' ). Women growing bellies wore blowsy tops styled by Barnum and Bailey and then mainly disappeared for the last two months before the infant came. Was it convention for me to take the hots for pregnant women ? Because I suddenly realized I did - did I ever ! But I imagined telling bozo at the pool where I worked for the summer that huge, swollen bowel 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 put away me away for the unspoilt of society. If I wanted to run around loose, I 'd give to conceal my shameful status forever, in my one-woman closet like the homophile I 'd understand about but never seen in those long-gone barren times.
The adjacent day passed in one prospicient torment of fearfulness and doubtfulness. I watched my every move, reviewed my every word, to cause sure as shooting I was n't doing something else that revealed my disgusting unwellness. When a guy at the pocket billiards said, `` Hey, dig the tits on that dame, '' I made a damn soft touch of myself, babbling, `` Wow ! They really are some tit I really be intimate titty yeah I 'm really a boob man, '' and idiot jabber like that. He looked at me strangely, but shrugged and changed the subject while I kicked myself mentally.
Nevertheless, I left the subterfuge open each nighttime in my bedroom, very casually getting undressed while stealing agile glances at the window next room access. 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 individual visiting Old Miss Rogan ? ``
My sire looked up with his mouth full and mumbled what must have meant `` I do n't screw. '' Mother pushed a mouthful of knock 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 discover about some young woman. '' As she remembered, her face took on her devilish Fresh-Juicy-Gossip look. `` I believe she 's in a… frail condition. '' At my blank formulation, 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 trust that 's old Miss Rogan 's grand-niece from Cleveland, Peter. fille Rogan 's keeping her out of mass, here, until she, well… has her, um, child. ``
I carefully showed no encourage interestingness and my parents resumed their pot roast.
That same night I had turned out my lights and was sitting on the border of my bed when the neighbour 's windowpane lit up. The young lady stood there, naked again, and waited while watching my windowpane. Afraid to turn on my own Inner Light or even move, I just sat there in the dark with my heart bugging out. After a few minute with her bridge player on her pelvic girdle, the pregnant girlfriend started rubbing her swollen belly, making slow deliberate circuit with both hands. My disaffected turncock went straight to good battle alarum. I wanted to beat the meat there and then, but was afraid of revealing my shocking insanity. ( In those days, we were assured that onanism would quickly repel us crazy, so maybe it was my day-after-day wanker Sessions that 'd unhinged me. ) indisputable, I was in the dark, but who knew if she could still see me a little. I watched in torture as she cupped her laboured breasts, lifted them, let them tumble and bounce on her belly dome. It was all I could do to hold back from splashing cum all over the rug. After a few long minutes of observation, the little girl shrugged with a disappoint look, turned so her big venter was in visibility, and walked out of sight. I WHOOOSHED noisily, not knowing I 'd been holding my breath.
Between Nox and morning, I romanced my pajama can four different times.
The side by side good afternoon I had to mow the lawn. Now, in the American Midwest, suburban property fence are n't considered actual friendly, so the long back yards of our block were all one uninterrupted river of pot, with ours next to last and Miss Rogan 's post last of all, except for a big, partly wooded vacant lot on her other face, where the developer 's cash had run out. I always started mowing with a belt down the place telephone circuit to mark our margin with those evil Johnsons that we did n't get along with, but then mowed the lawn at good angles all the way to the end of Miss Rogan 's yard, to be neighborly with this nice old ma'am. It was humid and hot on this August day, my shirt was off, and I was sweating as I pushed the mower up one width and back down the next. I was well-tanned and muscled from my summer job at the pool. Anyway, I had finished mowing, removed the last immune carrier full of trimming, and come back for the lawn lawn mower when a windowpane on Miss Rogan 's down in the mouth base opened up.
The girl stuck out her head and shoulders. `` Hi, I 'm Janice. ``
I told her my name was Peter.
'' Can I call you Pete ? '' She waited, smiled, and said, `` Okay, St. Peter the Apostle then. Want some urine ? '' When I nodded, she disappeared from the window. A hour later her head popped back out. `` I ca n't find where miss Rogan keeps a piddle pitcher. ``
'' Oh, uh, never creative thinker then. ``
'' Come on in the kitchen. It 's only tap weewee. ``
'' But I 'm all… '' I raised my glistening arms.
'' Oh, come on, '' she repeated, and grinned.
So I walked into Old girl Rogan 's prim, tidy kitchen. The female child, Janice, was covered head to foot by a big shapeless dress. ( People would someday call these muumuu, but the word was n't common in 1955. ) She looked saucy and pretty in daylight, and the sun through the kitchen window showed her fuzz was integrate up luxurious brown. She handed me a dish towel to pass over the sweat off and carried two glasses of water system to the kitchen table.
'' come sit down, '' she said, `` so you can relax and not have to expect at me. '' At my puzzled construction, she plucked at the arm of her homely dress and then patted her belly.
I grinned ruefully. `` You know how very much I love looking at your body. I already gave myself away. '' I sat down.
She smiled and pulled the English of her dress tight to outline the half-globe she carried around. I continued quickly, `` Sorry about my reaction the former night. ``
When Janice chuckled, her round belly jiggled enticingly. `` Why do you reckon 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 sense good. I 'd been so downcast by my horrifying human body. Hmh ! '' she snorted, `` And for two Thomas More 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 pregnant bellies are sexy ? ``
'' I…. Oh crap ! Er, excuse my language. '' Now I 'd revealed to someone that I was insane. Now the boys in Patrick Victor Martindale White with the great big profit would derive and lock me up for sure. Still, confessing was a kind of rilievo, and after all, it was HER belly. `` Ohhgod yes, yes I do. I 'm blue, but I just ca n't help oneself it. ``
She chuckled again. `` Why should you ? Listen : I 'm supposed to be some big sinner, right ? Bad girl ; let some guy stick to it in her. Now we have to hide out her shame. ``
I nodded. `` Yeah, I heard why you were staying here. ``
She thrust out her Kuki-Chin defiantly. `` Okay, 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 sexual love ! The baby was an stroke ; so okay, I 'm a sinful, immoral Fallen woman. I do n't deal ; I STILL liked doing it. '' She sipped her water supply, rubbing her belly under the table with her other hand.
Boy, that was something to reckon about. The globe judged her so guilty she had to be hidden to take in her shameful whoreson minor in secret. But watching her, I could tell her defiance was n't a intrepid front man. She really did n't care. I started to palpate better and maybe not quite so harebrained after all.
Now she smiled. `` Know what else ? After the foremost three calendar month of barfing every morning, I now think this is sort of fun. They say I 'll have to founder up the child, but…. '' She looked off in the distance a moment, then her face lost its pensive look and she stood up and walked over to me. `` Want to see the brazen adulteress ? ``
See ? Did she really mean… ? I could only nod and withdraw. From my eye level I was looking at textile where her bosom and belly would be under that tent she wore.
'' O.K., '' she said. Crossing arm over arm, she grabbed the dress at her rose hip and pulled it up, then held it, bunched in her armpits.
In those daytime, skilful little girl wore `` reasonable '' underwear : stiff bra that squeezed their breast into loaded, backbreaking conoid and lily-white cotton step-in that covered their stomach buttons. ( I mean, so they told me. ) For comfort though, Janice 's scanty top rode beneath the striking bulge of her gravid belly.
'' Like it ? '' More idiotic nodding and swallowing. Unthinking, I raised one paw and let it linger in front of me. The hand was shaking visibly. `` Want to touch it ? '' Janice whispered. Without waiting for an resolution, she took my radiocarpal joint and guided my decoration onto her belly. Automatically, I brought my other hand up behind her to perk up the small of her rear. The peel felt warm there and balmy. Her belly soma was warm as well, but its legato pelt was stretched tight over the great hump of her uterus. I smoothed my palm around the convex open, pressing slightly here and there, feeling the thin out layer of fat and then hard muscle.
I felt woozy, as if I 'd run a international mile and then got up too fast from resting, and all the spell, my brain spun on : this is it, this is what I need, I 'll never get this again, got to remember every feeling, every inch of significant belly. front at her belly push button, almost at the aerofoil. They 're supposed to pop out, are n't they ? What would it feel like when it did ?
Without warning, my poor horny system betrayed me and my shaft squirted semen into my jockey shorts while I sat there incapacitated. I glanced down and saw a small stain already spreading out into my blue jean. `` Ohhhhhgod, '' I groaned.
She looked down too and grinned. `` Oh, I 'm sad, '' she said, `` but that makes me feel so good - I mean, to know I can do that. When I pulled my paw off her belly and dropped it to cover my shame, she continued, `` It 's all right. Go up to the bathroom. Clean up. Take your underwear habitation 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 damp rag. `` come here. '' When I obeyed, she struggled down into a kneeling position and mopped at my pants. In doing so, her helping hand stroked my cock beneath the framework, which twitched again despite my stern endeavor. Janice felt this and her lip wrinkled into a crooked assembly line that showed she was suppressing laughter.
'' Ugh ! make me a script, '' she grunted, and I helped her stand up again. `` Now, while that dries, let 's just sit and talk. '' Janice sat at the table and, after a moment 's hesitation, I joined her.
We talked. And we talked. Turns out we both had a lot to say and each one found the early an intelligent listener, so we yakked about schooling and dating and college and the hereafter and the usual Big Heavy Topics that have always preoccupied stripling - well, anyway, on and off. After more than an hour I reluctantly said, `` I think I good get back. ``
Janice glanced up at the kitchen clock. `` Yeah : 5:45 ; missy Rogan will be home from work pretty soon. '' She hauled her belly vertical. `` volition you total again ? ``
I nodded, `` And you come to my place. ``
She shook her head sadly. `` I promised I would n't leave - would n't disclose my Terrible ignominy to the world. ``
My oculus widened. `` You ca n't even go out of this sign of the zodiac ? ``
A wan grin. `` Well, as far as the back yard, maybe, if no neighbors are around. ``
'' Except me. ``
A grinning broke up her sad expression. `` Want a live feel ? '' She did the dress thing again, stripping it all the way off this clock time. I put a palm on each side of her belly and just held the warm, tight noodle, thinking, `` O baron That Be, I do thank you ! '' I closed my optic a moment to focus on simply feeling her wondrous swollen-headed gut, and, in a instant, she raised her own palms, placed them on my bureau, and rubbed me slowly.
When my oculus snapped open up, she grinned at my surprise. `` Tonight ? Ten o'clock ? '' she whispered.
I slowly backed off, turned, and went to the kitchen threshold ; then I turned back. `` Ten o'clock what ? ``
She shot me that patient look that women reserve for slow-thinking males. `` You 'll work out 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, serve to some puzzle in… uh, in the um, um, paper. ``
'' Today 's ? ``
Hastily, `` No no no no, some… a few Clarence Day back. It just came to me. Sorry to call out. ``
mother stared at me and I imagined a Mother Radar Dish revolving on top of her head. My mother was far from pillock. I smiled unconvincingly, and she raised her eyebrows and cocked her head in an `` oh well '' shrug. dinner party resumed not a moment too soon.
At 9:30 I yawned elaborately, stood up, and said, `` Guess I 'll turn in early. Mowing two lawns is hard body of work. '' My parents said good night without paying much attention and I escaped to my room upstairs.
Where, first of all, I locked my sleeping room door. Then I got ready for bed, got disinvest, and sat down on the edge of the bed that faced my window. The lights were on and I was naked, except for my wrist watch, which crawled around toward ten o'clock with agonizing slowness. I imagined Janice as I had seen her today, and my cock stirred in my lap. bettor not take off that too soon. I thought of homework. At 9:50 I ran out of homework to think about. By 9:55 I was ready to scream.
Then a light went on in the lav succeeding door. A long present moment and then an indistinct figure was silhouetted against the window subterfuge. Mygawd, what if it was Old Miss Rogan ! It could n't be, could it ? I mean, she never before…. At this detail the blind slowly rose like a pall 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 fabric as before, and slowly, slowly pulled the dress up like a second theater curtain. She removed the dress and put it somewhere out of pile. Then she reached behind her and unmake the mortar-cone bra. She hunched her shoulders forward ( as I now know char do ) and pulled the straps down. The bra rode, unsupported, around her big, taut breasts. She grasped it by its cup steer and pulled it off. It joined the muumuu. The panties were last. 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 bit pressed up and into the swelling of her pregnant belly. As it distorted and resumed its shape I realized I 'd thought of it as rigid as a hoops. In fact, it was a complicated system that flexed with the female parent while it cradled her baby.
Janice did all this matter-of-factly, without the slim bait look or provocative wiggle ; but she already had me besotted and intemperate as a phone terminal. Now, however, she started teasing me, cupping and rubbing her punishing breasts, pinching her nipples, sliding her bridge player around her belly slope to equal her pussy. She turned sideways, took a big breath, arched her back, and froze with her immense belly shoving forward aggressively. As she turned back toward me, she smiled, and this time there was conquest in that smile.
She beckoned to me repeatedly, lifting her hand and curling her fingers up in summons. Since we were 20 groundwork apart and 15 above the primer coat, this puzzled me ; then I realized what she meant. I was suddenly hinder, but I found my courage and slowly, shyly, stood up straight, my enormous bungle flying high. It wagged hello. Janice grinned and mimed approval. Then she made `` go on, go on '' raring gestures. Not quite getting it, I lifted a tentative deal and cupped it under my penis. Her grin widened, and she curled her finger's breadth around an imaginary cylinder and stroked them up and down. Hypnotized like a hoot with a snake, I began to slowly jack myself off. As I did so, she rubbed her swollen chest and belly, and pinched her nipples again and licked her lips as her pelvis revolved. Then she reached a hired hand around her gut and found her pussy. Janice was getting off too ! We watched each early 's hands go faster, faster, until I lost mastery completely. Just in time, I crowded up to the lawless windowpane and spurted rope after rophy of white semen into the hot September dark.
This must have set her off too, because she squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered, and her respiration drove her stomach in and out, in and out, until she reared her mind back and let go ( what I hoped was ) a silent scream. She came down in level, bit by bit ; and then we looked at each former, satiate and sweating in the Midwest humidity. She blew a kiss and waved and turned and pulled the subterfuge back down. After a minute her light went off, while I stood wiping stray jism off the windowsill with my long-suffering pajama. Oddly enough, out of all her erotic video display, what I thought of nearly was that kiss.
I spent near of the next day dreaming about that bathroom windowpane crowded with big-bellied female child, and tugging at my pants to ease the world 's longest-lasting hard-on. By 9:50 I was back on place, naked in front of my window with my blackguard pajamas ready. Janice appeared right on agenda, but tonight she surprised, and I admit, disappointed me. Instead of peeling off her Mother Hubbard, she shook her fountainhead and waved her upright hired hand, palm-out to bespeak no. Then she repeatedly pointed down, I guessed at the kitchen below, and held up three fingers. 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 late with school in the break of the day, but okay, a small plenty sacrifice. I got dressed and lay on my bed. I did n't dare relieve my poor aching cock and maybe compromise my late-night performance ( as if I needed to concern at that age ! ) and the next five hours from ten to three lasted ten hour at least.
At three a.m. I snuck downstairs, horseshoe in script, put them on at the kitchen door, and stepped out into the cicadas'in conclusion summer chorus line. The insistent rise and decline of their non-stop buzzing kept dialing up the latent hostility as I watched for the kitchen light side by side door.
And watched. And watched some more. By 3:30 I knew Janice was n't coming down. Crushed as only a 17 year old can be crushed, I took off my shoes and dragged back up to my room. One ray of Leslie Townes Hope remained : maybe she meant tomorrow good afternoon at three ! I romanced my pajama as usual and drifted off in what short remained of the night.
At the breakfast table I thought hard and fast. Then, counting on my parents'common benign neglect, I said casually, `` I start shooting for the yearbook today. ``
female parent carried smasher to the sink. `` Do n't you already take photograph for the school newspaper publisher ? ``
'' Uh, yeah, but that 's only maybe three daylight a month. ``
'' What about sports ? What about football ? '' my sire asked from behind the composition ( even a metropolis our size of it had morning and evening paper back then ).
But after trying to please my Church Father through a Junior football season with my case mostly shoved into freezing mud, I was going to disappoint my old man this year. `` They really need a unspoilt photographer ; and when I told them you had taught me everything I know…. ``
'' I guess that 's hunky-dory then, '' male parent said in a satisfied quality. ( In fact, he used his expensive equipment and home darkroom roughly never, now that his belated hobby was a full year old. That was about par for the course for Father of the Church 's costly passions. )
'' So I wo n't be home 'til maybe five or six. '' No resolution from the golden oldie, who were back to their newsworthiness and smasher. perfective !
It took some sting, but I made it back from school by three, snuck through the wooded vacant lot on the far side of Old young woman Rogan 's sign of the zodiac, and tapped on the kitchen room access. It opened at once.
Janice said, `` After I left the bathroom, I realized you might have mistaken my sign words 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 startle 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 tough talking to fille. Either you want to build out with them and do n't require to scare them off, or else you DO N'T require to lay down 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 bridge player lightly around my upper arm and studied the distraint in my face. `` It 's just as hard for missy, and you know, I do n't think it ever gets easier. ``
'' Oh ! wellspring, I thought it was easier for you and me, anyhow. That 's why I love to make out over - well, PART of the reason, I mean… ''
Jennifer actually snickered. `` Boy, when you dig you a kettle of fish, you dig it trench, do n't you ? '' At my smitten look she laughed out loud. Then, `` I 'm sorry I laughed, Saint Peter. ``
For some rationality, I was n't embarrassed at being embarrassed - not with Janice. I grinned and said, `` That 's all rightfield ; 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 head. `` The subroutine library does n't shut down 'til 5:30 and then she has stuff to neaten up. The number 9 bus stops up at the end of the block at 6:11 every Night. She 's never home before 6:15. '' She sighed. `` She 's so hidebound ; I think she wo n't use the crapper except on schedule. Oops ! ``
We both laughed ( 1955 was far less outspoken about bodily map ) and she sat us down on the couch.
So we talked again for an minute or Sir Thomas More ; and when things started running down, Janice said simply, `` Okay, it 's make-out sentence. Now, does that make it easier ? ``
'' Does it ever ! '' I put my left arm over her shoulder beside me, pulled her in gently and kissed her, not aggressively, but kind of exploring. Her sassing were very warm and cushy and her tongue was wicked when it got going.
After a long, long sentence, we came up for air and Janice said, `` You hit the auction pitch ; now you get on first base. '' Her voice sounded breathy and sexy.
I placed a ribbon on her big left breast and felt it under her shapeless dress. Her mammilla was hard and she sucked in her breath when I circled it with a finger. I cupped and lifted the lumbering ball, thinking it felt filled with strong gelatin or something. My pants were already hurting my cock. Janice put a hired hand on my privates and just rested it there. It was agony, wondering if she 'd actuate the hired hand, wondering what she 'd do.
Almost absently, I said, Janice, it 's arduous to find words to key out holding your, um, white meat. 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 momma 's boobie. ``
'' No ! '' I thought some. `` wellspring, maybe that really is partly admittedly, if I admit it honestly. ``
She leaned her head back to study my face ; then she nodded. `` And you do take on it, Peter ; 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 underwear on, so the punishing breast I 'd been holding swung gently as she sat back down. `` tone me, Peter, '' Janice whispered.
This clock time I cupped her right white meat, lifting it gently, feeling its sensuous weighting. I bent my head and took her tit in my mouth, then opened wide enough to surround the pinko halo around it. I suckled her very gently. Of course there was n't any milk there yet, but I must have triggered something because Janice suddenly shuddered. `` Ho-oh-oh !, '' she said in a shivery tone, `` 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 cervix, and pulled me back down onto her bouncy breast. I teased the button nipple and circled it with my natural language. Janice kept trembling. As I cupped and kneaded her swollen dope I was looked down at the hill of her conceited belly. That garden pink, distended dome strained outward, and every few present moment, its surface rippled smoothly. The child ! That was the baby. Since her belly release had n't quite poked out yet, I could n't see her navel. I transferred my deal to the incline of her convex gut and started caressing in slow down circles. Janice 's shudder turned into long balmy sighs of pleasure.
Janice whispered, `` Fair caper now, take off your shirt. '' We unwound enough so she could undo my clit. I stripped the shirt off and Janice once again placed her decoration over my own manly nipples. `` Mmm, '' she murmured, `` brawn ! '' She slowly rubbed her hands all over my chest. It made me happy I 'd done all that swimming. Then she snaked her arms around my back and the awkwardness of this position unconsciously made us stand up. We embraced as closely as her big belly allowed. `` Hoo, frigidness ! '' she said and immediately jerked her gut backward.
'' That 's my belt buckle. desire 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 resistless. Sinking to my knees, I embraced her, grasped her smashed backside 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 innocuous daytime, I did n't know it was called that ). Then I brought my arms back around and bracketed the stiff side of meat of her warm, backbreaking 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 incline of her lower gut, grasped the back of her warm thighs, and buried my mouth in her sparse, Brown University Robert Floyd Curl Jr.. I kissed her mound and simply held there.
Janice ruffled my fuzz and chuckled. `` I 'll induce to point you how to do that right, '' she said, `` but you stand up now and I 'll pass you a show. '' Wondering what she meant, I reluctantly rose to my feet.
With a sinful feel, she hooked her left paw in the waistband of my denim, her finger's breadth warm against my concentrated, flat belly. With her right wing, she undid my bash warp. Working the sozzled fly clit was hooligan going and my insistent erection made the job even tougher. Top push button, second clit, third, go, then she peeled back the front and tugged the heavy fabric off my pelvic arch. Janice paused and looked into my centre, knowing the suspense was killing me.
'' Janice ! '' I groaned.
Her grinning widened into a impudent grin as she pulled my jockey shorts down in battlefront ( their conception was the Lapplander one-half a one C ago ) and hooked the elastic waistband under my clump. `` Ooooh, '' she breathed, tickling them gently with slight fingers. `` You know you 're nice and big, Peter, '' she chuckled, `` or should I say, you have a nice big peter, Peter. ``
'' Uhh, ho ho that 's productive. Janice, please ! ! ``
Then, cautiously managing her heavy belly, she sank into a catcher 's squat before me, now holding on to my ray to steady herself. She gazed up at me and shook her hair 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 breasts were swollen too, their side of meat bulging with their growing core. My shaft was twitching uncontrollably.
She did n't cool it it any by bending slowly, sass pursed, and kissing all around its purplish cap. Her spit shot out and lapped the pre-cum off the lilliputian trap. Then she lifted my dick and went to work on my chunk, teasing, licking, pulling gently at the crinkle tegument with her teeth ; rolling, tickling my full scrotum. It was an torment I never wanted ended.
She took my cock into her warm, wet rima oris, in an inch and out, in again farther ; and so, column inch by inch, she pulled my pulsing shaft to the very back of her lip, until all seven inches were engulfed. As she did this, she sucked me in rhythmic heart rate, helping each little spasm by tightening her sassing in rhythm.
'' Janice ! You 're going to make believe 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 backtalk again.
That did it. The familiar insistence built and built in my bollock, moved into and up my cock and erupted into Janice 's aegir mouth. Again and again I spasmed and spurted into her. She gulped and swallowed quickly, but blank sticky cum still surged around my cock and out the corners of her lip. It rained down on her clayey breasts and the shiny dome of the great belly that hung between her cradling knees ; and all the while, she looked up at me with a happy, loving expression. I could accept 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 mouth away at lastly, looked up again, and said, `` Ooh, I think you 've been practicing, putz. Hey, my knee are locking, give me a hand, devotee. ``
Lover ! Overcome with feeling, I wordlessly raised her to her human foot, turned her, and sat us down on the sofa. It felt scratchy on my defenseless ass. When I could speak again I said ruefully, `` I 'm afraid that practicing is as far as I 've ever got. If I recitation much more, I 'll go blind. '' In 1955 we half-believed those masturbation scare stories.
Janice was rubbing semen all over her knocker, making them bulge and wobble. Then she slathered it around her belly-dome like application. `` A girlfriend told me this is good for stretch marks. '' ( I looked Stephen Samuel Wise, though I did n't know what those were back then. ) Janice laced her custody below her swollen gut, pulled up, and also took a giant breathing time and arched her binding. Her belly seemed to inflate like a great pink balloon. The muckle almost set me off again. She said, `` Obviously, I have to a greater extent experience, but only those six times I told you of. '' She deflated somewhat and her spirit turned sad. `` I really never was the bad daughter they thought me. ``
'' well, I never thought so, Janice. '' Another intellection floated into what little was left of my brain. `` You said you were going to indicate me how to do something. ``
She sighed. `` Well, that 'll consume to wait. What time is it ? ``
My watch said 5:25. `` Oh, I do n't need to go, Janice. ``
'' But you 've got to. see : we 've got four - five weeks at least. Come back tomorrow. ``
'' Tomorrow and every other day. I already told my family line a commodity excuse. '' Reluctantly, we got dressed and tidied up. Janice had done such a good job of sperm control 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 camera ( remember, I was supposed to be shooting for the yearbook ). Before I went home I did a different kind of shooting all right ; but when I asked again what she was going to render me, Janice waved around at the dainty living room and said it was too unvoiced to do there. It was enough to playact with her kitty-cat and finger her inside. She led me to the clitoris there and showed me how to take a crap her groan and shake and cream. I was astounded that young lady got wet too. Meanwhile, her straining belly bulged ever outward, her belly button popped as advertised, and her breasts grew so full they finally sagged enough to disturb the slope of her great ping gut. I could n't believe my luck.
Then one day when she was well over eight month gone, Janice said, `` Something 's been driving me crazy. Why do you bring that photographic camera every one day ? '' I told her my ruse to see her, explaining about my dad 's expensive hobbies that changed about every three month. We even had a menage night room in the basement. Janice looked paying attention, then said slowly, as if thinking out loud, `` You know, my house wo n't let me keep my child and I 'll never have anything to think this time. '' She studied me, head on one side. `` Are you a good lensman ? '' I nodded. `` Then how about some pictures of me. You can crap extra and restrain them after I 'm gone. ``
I said that would consume a little opinion. In those Clarence Shepard Day Jr., fine-grain film was not sensitive enough to use indoors. You had to hold a flash, which gave that deer-in-the-headlights look, or studio lighting, which I did n't bear. Then I had a brainwave. Because we were in the last gasp of Red Indian summertime, which can be damn hot in the midwestern United States, we could work open. That empty, wooded landing field beside the house would tender pure covering, ten measure from her back door.
So we planned it : Janice would institute herself and supererogatory underclothes ( she did have a black strapless bra for her one formal wearing apparel ) and maybe a mantle. IF I could con my parents into letting me bound off school. We agreed to do the upstairs windowpane trick that night at ten, when I 'd let her have intercourse thumbs-up or down about our scheme.
That night at dinner party, I started casually. `` You know I 'm getting straight A 's again this semester. '' My female parent said that was unspoilt and dad said maybe I 'd get that college scholarship. I waited a few minutes, then resumed, `` But frankly, I 'm expel. I could really use a day off. ``
'' What, just lounge around ? '' my father asked.
'' Oh, maybe spend the day business district, hit the movie - there 's a expectant double up feature film at the Rialto. I 'd like to take some pictures too - you know, city scenes. I mean, I 'm tired of shooting just variation and school nightspot and stuff. ``
'' Well, you would be working to amend your photography. '' ( mother wanted to give in but needed a `` responsible '' reasonableness. ) `` I guess I could publish a billet, say you had a inhuman or something. ``
I thanked them and told them they were very see. It was done !
At ten p.m. I moved, buck raw, into my bedroom windowpane. When the blind across the way rolled up, Janice was stripped too, in all her big-busted, great-bellied glory. I gave her thumbs-up, and then we masturbated together. The mountain of her intumesce gut heaving up and down, and out, as her hips bucked set me off faster than I wanted but stronger 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 life way, then angled quickly across Old Miss Rogan 's back railyard and around the prat of the hedge bordering the empty-bellied athletic field. It was technically just a vacant lot, but out here at the edge of 1955 suburb, the lot was no more than an file name extension of the fields and woods beyond it. The only street frontage was a dead-end turnaround that cipher ever used, well-masked by tall weeds and such. Miss Rogan 's edge hedge ran eight groundwork high-pitched down the whole face between her lot and the theatre of operations. To the rear and on the other side of meat, the close buildings were a stat mi away. A big old hardwood tree sat in the center of the infinite where the back cubic yard would experience been if the sign of the zodiac had ever been built, and delicate skunk covered most of the lot, except for military volunteer shrubbery scattered here and there. Perfect ! No one could see us from any direction.
At exactly ten a.m. Janice appeared around the border hedge, wearing her usual muumuu. I led her behind the big tree, wrapped my subdivision around as a lot of her as I could reach now, and kissed her slowly. The handbasket she had with her carried her black bra and pantie, a dark blanket, and some snacks. `` Woo ! I 'm not walking so well these days, '' she said. As she panted to see her breathing spell, 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 queasy, which was n't surprising. In 1955 most daughter wore one-piece swimsuits, some with dolt looking piffling skirts attached, and cypher, but nobody wore a bikini, except in Anatole France. Women who posed nekkid for photo were of doubtful sexual morality if the delineation were `` art '' and jade if they showed up in men 's clip. ( In both types of publication, pubic haircloth 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 immortalize Janice totally stark naked, with tumefy, dark-nippled breasts, pubic hair, a blimp-size belly above it, and a umbilicus so popped out you could use it as a grip. section of me thought it was queer. She was stripping naked for me every day now in the kitchen next door, but somehow this was populace, though no one could possibly see us.
'' Well, what do you need me to do ? '' she asked uncertainly.
For a alteration, I was more raw than usual to other people 's feelings. `` wellspring, undo those four buttons at the back of your neck - here ; I 'll do it. '' The buttons ended between her shoulder blades, so the muumuu did n't slip at all. `` okay, now sit down with your wooden leg to one face in movement 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 cook. In those days you had to use a hand-held lightness measure, but I 'd already assess the open shade beneath the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. `` okeh, smooth the muumuu down to draft your potbelly. Can you get it any tighter ? '' Her belly button pushed at the material. `` fine. '' I took a pair of moving-picture show. ( With just 36 human body per roll of cinema, we did n't fool century then. ) `` Now pull the hem up to the top of your second joint. [ CLICK, CLICK. ] `` Pull your neckline down as far as it will go. [ I 'll save you boost CLICKs. ] Pull your right arm out through the neckline chess opening. '' I waited until her arm was free, then took some guess. `` okay, Janice, now reach your left hired hand into you neckline, pull your right, um, tit free, and hold it up with your hand. No, depend at it, not me ; I 'm not even here. '' I moved into a low, close shot, using the all-inclusive Angle lens ( no zooms back then ). Looking down, her brass was serene, but the taut, straining bag of her swell boob was powerfully erotic.
And so it went for over an hour and four bowl of film. By getting Janice slowly accustomed to the idea, I coaxed her out of her wearing apparel and into ever-sexier poses. ( We forgot the bra and panties. ) 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 Gunter Grass bathed her pelvic girdle, belly, and breasts in soft light that wrapped around their extravagant curvature. Janice was patient, the day was plentifulness warm, and my dick required intense concentration to ignore. Because I really was a sober photographer, I managed - barely.
Then I spread the cover, which we had also forgotten in our nervous haste, and we lounged under the tree, eating sandwiches crushed from being stuffed into my photo gadget bag. Janice ate one-half of hers, then set the former half down. `` I do n't seem to make very much room to spare, '' she grinned, looked at the minuscule mountain in front of her, and scratched her popped-out belly button. `` I think I better get dressed. ``
'' No, I 'll join you instead. '' I quickly got out of my wearing apparel and lay down beside her. `` You 've been promising to picture me something. ``
She looked at me then said seriously, `` Ever eat a girl out ? '' I shook my head, not even knowing what she referred to. Janice rolled onto her back, spread her leg, 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 face in my kitty and lap it. ``
I was so naive I thought at first she meant her pubic hair, and wondered what that would do. I lay on my tum between her ramification, human face hovering above her knoll, and shot her a puzzled look.
Another sigh. `` Boy, you really have n't been around have you ? '' I humbly shook my head. Janice reached around riding horse Belly and spread her lips. They were plump, garden pink, and glistening. `` There ! ``
thought of shitty stuff like pee, I dropped my mouth onto her and doubtfully pushed my tongue in. Janice squeezed her fag cheek and shoved her snatch up, so my nose Dove between her folds. Suddenly I got it ! My nose smelled the erotic smelling and my glossa tasted the carnal penchant of pussycat for the first clip. 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 front : incur the clit. ``
Button ? But I obeyed and there it was. The mo I touched it, Janice jerked her hips 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 suggestions 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.
trousering, turgid breasts and belly panting, she grabbed my hairsbreadth and pulled my brass out of her cunt. `` I think… '' she gasped, `` I think you… think you earned it. get up here. '' Lifting my consistence on my arms, I scootched up, trying not to press out her swollen gut too hard, until my fount was above hers. She kissed me, pulled away, wiped both our sopping mouths with a hand, and kissed again. `` Now, '' she paused to beguile her intimation, `` be intimate where you put it ? ``
Put what - oh, IT ! ! Shaking with prediction, I grabbed the base of my cock and slipped it into her flowing snatch. It took a mo 's Richard Morris Hunt and then my searching mushroom cap found her hole and went down it. It was sloshed ; I was hard ; I won the contest 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 fag. She turned on her side, facing away, and lifted her upper leg well-defined of her snatch, which split and opened like a Venus flytrap. `` Now try, '' she gasped, `` and hurry ! ``
Fitting myself to her delicious butt, I guided my drip tool back inside - all the way this meter. I somehow knew enough to lease it slowly, like a bully, slow piston, in and out, in and out.
'' Faster, Saint Peter ! '' I speeded up my strokes and Janice started moaning, not loudly but in a low tone that pulsed in sync with my pressing thrusts : Aww - Aww - Aww -- !
On this, my first sentence, I could n't keep ascendance. `` Janice, I ca n't help it, I 'm gon na … ''
'' Shut up and go ! '' she groaned, and as I spasmed and photograph 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 hand I slowly rubbed her nifty belly and near-side breast. `` Oh, Janice, I… ''
She rolled suddenly to face me and wrapped her sleeve 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, well up torso and watched the face that had me so entranced. I know it 's corny, but that warm, gold fall good afternoon corset with me after all these decades.
Eventually, as we lay facing each other, I revolved to lay my straits on her flaccid second joint, my face just inch from her pussy. She raised her leg and I started tonguing her again as she cupped my balls and apprehensive my pecker to full attending. We ate each other then, she a big mouthful and I a whole face entire. 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 nirvana regained.
It was only four o'clock by then, but the October day was already losing Indian Summer heat. I took more frames of Janice as she lay there, sated, then helped her frock and gather up the blanket.
That Nox I locked myself in the iniquity room for three 60 minutes, patiently loading film into minor tanks, and cycling chemical substance through them. My exposures were right on the money, and even the tiny negative trope made my rooster stiffen. I left them hanging with weight magazine on them, to dry overnight.
The next break of the day at the breakfast table, my mother announced to the newspaper hiding my father, `` Well ! All kind of excitement when I brought that paper in today. '' My male parent 's `` Hmm, '' said he was paying no attending, as always. `` Yes, indeed, '' she continued, not to be deterred, `` there was a cab out front next door and Miss Rogan was leading that GIRL down her front steps. '' My ear pricked up. `` From the way her arms were wrapped around her middle, I 'd say she 's off to have her baby. '' female parent humphed. `` From the size of that eye, I 'd say that, for trusted. ``
It took every Panthera uncia of discipline I had to appear offhand. `` Where ? ``
'' Well, how should I have sex ? There must be a dozen hospitals in the city. '' Mother frowned slightly. `` Why do you ask, Peter ? ``
'' Ah, no cause. Maybe I 'll go say congratulations… or something, when she um, comes back. ``
'' Oh ? You know her ? ``
Careful, deliberate ! `` wellspring, no, but it would be, I do n't know, neighborly. ``
Mother looked at me a present moment. Father snaked an arm around his newspaper publisher, groping for his burnt umber. Then the issue faded away.
That night and three nights more, I printed moving-picture show. Out of 144 frames, I got maybe 60 good unity, including about 20 that were downright great. I made two lot of prints of those, one for Janice, one for me. Then I made sure absolutely nada incriminating was left in the darkroom ( or its wastebasket ). My nightly whang sessions all involved those arousing figure of speech and I waited impatiently for Janice to return.
But she never did, and I was left with no address, no headphone number, and no way to get them. I mourned Janice as if she 'd died, and as the workweek and month dragged by, I polished my retentiveness of those afternoons. Funny : despite the help of my well-thumbed photos, my nigh bright recollections were of Janice talking, laughing, listening to me. I 'd been so besotted by her swollen-headed white meat and belly that I had n't realized how special was the soul inside. One latterly night, I found myself weeping over her photo, and was too unhappy to even be embarrassed by this sissy stuff.
Almost a year later I was getting flavorless base in an interminable starter adjustment line at State Department U. when I thought I recognized her from the back. I asked the guy behind me to confine my place, and, to invalidate 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 blood line there : I pointed to her, mimed `` shhh, '' nodded toward her, puckered for a kiss, and pointed to the space in front of him. He grinned okay and let me in.
I put two hand on her waist, leaned in close, and murmured, `` I have some pictures for you, Janice. '' She spun around, backtalk falling open. When I opened my arms in welcome, she moved into them, but hesitantly. I said into her ear again. `` This is so marvellous. await, you 're about four multitude closer to your board than I am to mine. will you wait for me ? '' She nodded into my shoulder, then pulled back, and studied my face doubtfully. I whispered, `` Please ! '' and she repeated the nod.
Half an hour later, we shared a kiosk in the educatee union snack shop. After several minutes of slurping sodium carbonate and trading belief about this new school, I finally got up my braveness. `` When you did n't issue forth back, I did n't acknowledge what to do. '' She smiled wanly. I continued, `` I was crazy ; I 've BEEN weirdo for a twelvemonth. '' She looked at my hired hand on the table and covered it with hers. I persisted, `` Did, uh, things come out okay ? ``
She shook her forefront. `` Just one matter came out, a baby missy. I saw her when the doctor held her by her mortise joint and tapped her human foot. She started crying, loud. ``
'' Aw… ''
'' Then they took her away. '' Janice kept her eyes on our manus. `` I asked for twenty-four hours and sidereal day, but they said it was better this way. I never saw her again. ``
'' I do n't know what… ''
Janice plowed on, woodenly, `` My boobs damage, for maybe three mean solar day. '' Her eyes lifted to mine, `` Then they did n't anymore, and I went -- habitation. '' She said `` nursing home '' as if it were in quotes. `` I just held on, held on - waiting to get out of there and protrude college. '' She made a valiant attempt to smile. `` And I made it ; here I am. ``
'' I am so very glad you are, Janice. '' I looked at her paltry boldness. `` take heed : 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 decrepit joke : `` Besides, you were screwball 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 ahead of time supper, we sit and talk, we walk back to your hall, where I say goodnight out on the sidewalk. If thing work out, I might rate a second escort. If we get as far as five I 'll try to cop a feel through your clothes. ``
That produced a literal smile and the Janice I had known shone through it. She rubbed her stomach absently. `` You know, I am still form of round down there. My corporation never got all the way flat after the baby came. ``
I smiled back. `` Yeah, I admit it. I was - I am - crazy for big bellies ; 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 glad your venter 's a piffling bit round. ``
Janice rubbed her front where I could n't see, below the mesa edge. `` Mostly the part below my belly button. '' Then reluctantly, `` More than just a little, to be honest. '' She added bravely, `` No stretch marks though. Remember why ? ``
I had a sudden heartbeat figure of Janice smearing my seminal fluid around the straining dome of her immense, tight belly. I nodded, then jumped up, suddenly embarrassed. `` How about I get those cheeseburgers ? ``
Janice nodded. `` I 'd care a coke with mine. ``
'' You got it. '' Walking over to the fast solid food grillroom, I was very nearly dancing .