I have been talking to Jennifer through emails, instant messages, and on the phone for the last several months and it was now time for us to finally meet in person. We had discovered each other in a chat room quite some time ago during a discussion about a woman's natural tendancy to be submissive to a man, and somehow we ended up going to a private room to further our own discussion on the subject. She was currently in a marriage with a man that she felt no physical, emotional, or intellectual attraction to, and was really just looking for someone to make an online connection with. She was no... Continue»
Jennifer was nearly eight months pregnant. In the early stages she had felt fat and frumpy, not that she was any bigger than what was usual for that stage or pregnancy. She felt that way because people were unable to determine whether she was actually pregnant, the evidence was not yet pronounced enough. She cringed at the thought of strangers viewing her as a thirty something woman who had abandoned diet and exercise to succumb to the thickening of the waist that inevitably came with the slow descent into middle age. As Jennifer was reasonably vain and had looked after herself, this made her rather depressed. However, now that she was obviously pregnant to the casual onlooker, she was full of energy and enjoyed people’s glances and comments. She was on an unexpected high.
But the thing that surprised Jennifer the most was that her sex drive had escalated dramatically, especially since it had been almost non-existent at the beginning of the pregnancy. Every morning after her husband left for work, she would look into the mirror at her over-ripe body. Her boobs had grown two cup sizes to a D-cup. They were huge and the nipples had grown dark brown and large – and they were hypersensitive. She would pull her boobs out over her bra and marvel at them. Then she would knead them and pull at the big dark rubbery nipples. They looked so good and firm, sitting atop her huge belly, that she would inevitably lift one leg onto a chair and masturbate herself to orgasm watching her swollen breasts bounce in the mirror as she came.
Unfortunately Jennifer’s husband Gordon was not interested in her new voluptuous figure. She would try everything to have him have sex with her when he came home from work. She would tell him that she was extremely horny, but that did not work. She tried suggestive clothing, and had bought sexy lingerie especially for pregnant women, but that did not work. She even tried the forthright approach, propping herself up on the sofa while her husband was watching the evening news, and began masturbating and moaning. One night she even got the vibrator out, but his reaction was: “Good to see you can still enjoy anything to do with sex with a body like that.” It was then that Jennifer gave up on trying to coax him into making love with her. She would have to do with the three or four times a day she could masturbate now that she was on maternity leave.
Not long after her having given up on Gordon, Jennifer’s mother phoned to say that she had sprained her ankle quite badly and asked if Jennifer could visit for a few days to help her out. As Jennifer was feeling fine, she had agreed. Her mother lived two hour’s drive south of the city, an easy and pleasant trip if you left the city out of peak hours. Jennifer embarked on the journey with plenty of fluid as it was a hot mid-summer’s day. At about an hour into the journey she needed to pee, and could not hold on any longer. So she entered the first quiet side road she could find. She quickly stopped the car, and made her way behind a bush to relieve herself.
She was wearing a lose-fitting cotton knit dress which was easy to hoist up, and she pulled her g-string to the side and peed a seemingly endless pee. She heard a rustling in the bushes but kept peeing, thinking it was probably one of the cows in the paddock just looking around out of curiousity. However, she could hear none of the pronounced breathing noises cows made, so she started to get a little worried. Probably a large bird, she thought. She wiped herself and pulled down her dress and made to go back to her car when she heard a voice say: “Are you okay? Do you need a hand?”
She looked around and she saw a tall and stocky man, in his forties, wearing a pair of overalls. “Was just checking the perimeter fencing when I heard something in the bushes and saw you step out. I have five c***dren, so I know what can happen. The youngest is only two, the oldest is twelve,” he said, with a big grin. “I wish we could have more. But she insisted I get the op.”
“Oh ok. I am fine thanks. Just the call of nature. A bit more pronounced in my state,” Jennifer replied, feeling a little coy in front of the landholder whose property she had just peed on.
“It’s a hot day. Sure you don’t want a drink? You must be feeling it. You must be, what, nearly full term?” he said looking at her large belly inquisitively.
“Yes. Am just on eight months pregnant,” said Jennifer touching her mound. “I have plenty of water in the car thanks.”
“Sure you wouldn’t like to just have a cup of iced tea with me?” he ventured, looking like a man in the need of company other than cows. “It would be nice to have someone around. My wife and k**s have been away for two days now. They’ve got tickets to see the tennis. It gets so quiet here without them.”
Jennifer felt kind of sorry for the man. He had an open kind face. He could be an axe-murderer for all she knew. But she was giving him the benefit of the doubt. “Okay then. It will make a change from water. I could probably do with a sugar hit. Am feeling a bit light headed.”
“Okay, great” said the farmer. “My tractor is not too far away. Just follow me down the road a bit.”
When Jennifer got in the car she thought, what the hell am I doing having a cup of tea with a complete stranger in the middle of nowhere? But she had said yes, so that was that. She followed him to a large homestead, and parked her car next to his tractor. “Here. Let me help you,” he said as she got out of the car. “You look positively glowing, positively the picture of health.”
Jennifer could feel herself blushing. She walked heavily to the door following the man through to a large kitchen that looked out onto a shady verandah and green hills speckled with fat cows. “Nice isn’t it?” he said. “We have 500 head of top line cattle. We also grow bush foods for the gourmet market. My wife’s idea. Very lucrative too. We do okay out of it. Have fed and clothed my five k**s and kept the wife in luxury.”
“Yes. You have a lovely property here,” said Jennifer. “I live right near the centre of the city, so it is very busy and smelly. Glad to be here in the open space. I’m actually on my way to help my mother, who has sprained her ankle. She lives in Rivertown. Want her to get better so she can help me in my time of need,” Jennifer laughed.
“Yes. Good idea. You need another woman’s help. Us men can be hopeless with a new baby. Although by the time the third one came along I had a pretty good idea,” said the farmer. “By the way my name is Eric,” he said extending his big calloused hand.
“I’m Jennifer. Pleased to meet you.”
They sat and chatted amicably sipping big glasses of iced tea. Eric relayed how he delivered his fourth c***d, a boy called Eddie, in one of the homestead’s bedrooms. It had been too late to go to the hospital, which was a 30-minute drive away. “Phenomenal,” he said, shaking his head. “You women are real powerhouses. Just like my best cows!” he laughed. Jennifer liked his earthy sense of humour, and was feeling very relaxed.
“Hmm, I hope mine goes that fast,” she said, forgetting she was speaking to a stranger. “I do hope to make it to the hospital though. My husband Gordon would be in complete panic mode.”
Jennifer looked at her watch. She had been in the homestead for about half an hour. “Look, I really have to go,” she said. “My mother will be getting worried I am having the baby on the roadside somewhere.”
“You are in good hands here, remember?” said Eric in his jovial booming voice.
Jennifer rummaged in her handbag and found her mobile phone. “Shit,” she said, “Have run out of battery.”
“No problem,” said the farmer. “Here you go,” he said handing her a cordless phone.
“Thanks,” said Jennifer, who rang her mother explaining that she’d be an hour or so late due to having made an unscheduled stop.
When she hung up she could see Eric’s eyes on her boobs. Jennifer squirmed a little. She didn’t know what to think, she had been quite comfortable up until now. “Hmm I better go now,” she said hastily.
“No. Please. I was just thinking it’s been too long since I have seen a magnificent pregnant woman close up. I would love to … to feel you,” he said, with a sigh. “But if you feel uncomfortable with that. I’m sorry to have offended you.”
Jennifer could feel herself getting a little excited at his attraction to her swollen state. “Hmm okay,” she said. “No harm in it I suppose.”
She sat back in the chair, letting the farmer rub his big strong hands over her belly. He was studying it, appreciating it. His hands were extremely gentle for their size, and moved slowly to her boobs. She wanted to stop him but it felt too good, and she allowed him to rub them through her clothing. “Let me see,” he asked, transfixed. “Please let me see you. I admit I saw a bit through the bushes. I didn’t mean to. But I heard some rustling and I investigated. I saw a little of that magnificent body of yours. I have been thinking about it ever since. I admit an ulterior motive. I just love pregnant women.”
Jennifer was taken aback by this request. But as a man had not appreciated her body for over four months now, she acceded. She stood up slowly, as if in a trance. The farmer sat back into his chair slowly, waiting, looking. She pulled her dress over her head, and he got up and helped her. He then undid her bra, and exhaled slowly at the sight of her engorged boobs. “Oh my god,” he said. “Look at those magnificent breasts. Look at you. You are marvelous.”
He touched her breasts and then pinched the nipples, softly at first, and then quite hard. He the came to one of her breasts and sucked the nipple, still pinching the other one. Jennifer moaned. She could almost reach orgasm this way. She abruptly grabbed his hand and brought it to her pussy, which was now very wet and seeking long-awaited attention.
The farmer slid off her underpants, and while still sucking her breast, fingered her vagina. Jennifer was still standing and was rocking avidly on his fingers, moaning, “Oh my god. Oh. Oh.”
The farmer grabbed Jennifer and had no trouble carrying her to the living room. He grabbed a velvet beanbag and made a big hole in the middle. “Here, just lie on this. You will be comfortable.”
Jennifer did as he requested. She lay forward into the beanbag, her belly fitting nicely into the depression the farmer had made. She put her elbows down and lifted her bottom up, so that she was fully exposed to him. “Oh. I just need to be fucked,” said Jennifer, desperately. “I have been waiting for so long. My husband does not like me this way. I have been begging for it but he is not interested.”
“Well you have run into the right man today. I think pregnant women are the sexiest and should be appreciated. And I know most are feeling very frisky and unappreciated,” said Eric. “My wife used to want sex at least once a day when she was heavily pregnant. And now it’s only once a week if I am lucky.” She could then feel his tongue in her vagina and on her clitoris, and he had inserted one finger into her bottom. Not long after she came, with her big body rocking heavily, and her screams muffled into the beanbag.
By now Jennifer was reaching back for the farmer’s dick, which she felt was a good size. “Oh please. Please fuck me. Please,” she begged him. The farmer thrust his dick into Jennifer from behind. Jennifer moaned loudly, and one of the cows, as if on cue, bellowed loudly in reply.
“See. Even the cows are in synch with you,” the farmer said, thrusting away. “But, hold on, I want to see your face when you come. Let’s move to the bedroom.”
The farmer had it all figured out. He put the beanbag on the high four-poster bed, and placed Jennifer gently in it on her back. Her tits were leaking fluid and he leaned over to suck it off. “Just delicious,” he said, as he spread her legs back, and was able to stand and fuck Jennifer very slow and long, while he rubbed her clitoris. Jennifer was propped just high enough on the beanbag to see his full attention on her. He was in deep blissful concentration.
Jennifer then laid back as much as possible, intensely enjoying the sensations he was giving her. She closed her eyes, and could feel the warm insistence of orgasm creeping up on her. She held back for a while, clenching her fists and scrunching her face, not wanting it to happen too soon. But then she bellowed loudly, trailing into high-pitched screams and sighs. Not long after, the farmer withdrew and came over her lower belly. Jennifer rubbed his sperm into her skin, luxuriating in the glow of the moment. The farmer lay next to her for a few minutes, kissing and snuggling into Jennifer’s breasts, telling her how beautiful she was in her exulted state.
The farmer asked if he could watch her shower. She agreed. He could not take his eyes off her. He toweled her dry and was up for another round. But Jennifer had to leave. She was now nearly two hours behind schedule. As she drove the rest of the way to her mother’s place, she planned a stop over on her return trip, and imagined being made love to on the green fields, amongst the cows, the birds and trees, a bucolic setting befitting of a woman about to embark on motherhood.