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After the one night stand By fishy9890 on 17th August 2021 12:26:20 AM

It’s been a week since you’ve found out I’m carrying your baby. You thought about it and decided you want to be in the baby’s life. We been on a few dates to see if a relationship might work between us, every time it’s ended in sex. I’m so horny and can’t help myself around you. It doesn’t bother you though because you love the curves of my body and the fact that I’m carrying your child drives you crazy. We have a night in planned for tonight, a crazy winter storm is coming and we decided to watch movies, order food and cuddle. Your about to head to my house and you can’t wait. Just thinking of my belly turns you on, you grab your keys and head out.
I stand at the sink and look myself over, I want to look cute but comfortable for our date. I’m wearing a pair of leggings and a maternity shirt that has a deep v-neck revealing my cleavage that threatens to spill out. I fluff my hair one more time before before I hear you knock. I feel my belly tense up as I waddle to the door and open it, I look you up and down, loving how you look in your jeans and t-shirt. I smile as I hug and kiss you, my belly pressed against your cock. You watch my ass as I lead you to the couch. “So what should we get to eat?” I ask as I settle myself on the couch. After a bit of talking we decide on Chinese and I order it quickly. They say the snow might delay them a bit so we start the movie. You put one arm around my shoulder and the other arm on my large belly and I cuddle close. You feel the baby stretching inside of me, running out of room in my tight belly. About halfway through the movie there’s a knock on the door. You get up and answer it. As you get the food you notice the weather is getting worse, the snow coming down hard now. You come back and take your seat again. I awkwardly stand and you notice my shirt rises up a bit. You grab my hips and pull me to you, pushing up my shirt and kissing the dome of my belly. You caress it for a moment before I step away. I go to the kitchen and grab a water for me and a beer for you. I put your beer on the coffee table in front of you before sitting sitting beside you, my legs spread a bit to make room for my belly. We eat and then cuddle up again. The movie ends and you go to ask me if I thought it was good before noticing I’ve fallen asleep with my head in your lap. My belly is peeking out of my shirt again and hanging off of the couch. You reach over and push my shirt up and over my belly. You admire it for a moment, watching ripples as your strong child moves inside of me. You start to rub it, tracing the stretch marks that show how much my skin has stretched. You feel it tighten beneath your hand for a moment. I stir in my sleep, cuddling closer to you and sigh in my sleep. You lay back and drift off too.
You walk up to me naked kneeling in front of you, undoing your jeans. I pull out your cock and slowly lick the length of it, staring up at you before deep throating all of you. You lay your head back and groan as I bob up and down, your fingers twist into my hair. You feel like your about to cum and you pull me off of you with a pop. You grab my shoulders and pull me up and turn me around. You grab my hips and ease me down onto you. I gasp as you penetrate me, you pull me all the way down so my round ass is sitting on you. You hold me there for a moment before letting go and I move almost all the way off your cock but stop at the tip. I fuck the tip for a moment before taking you all in again. I start to move up and down really getting a rhythm, your hands stray to my belly, caressing it as I fuck you. I start to moan, my movements getting desperate as I get close to cumming. You grab my hips again and guiding me as I start to get louder. I cry out as I cum hard and lean back against you to catch my breathe. You give me a moment, rubbing my belly as I pant. We feel a small gush between our legs, “Did you just…?” you say. I put my hands over yours, “ I think that was my water.”
You move me over and jump up, “We gotta get to the hospital,” you say panicked. I sit on the couch and watch you pulling your clothes on while feeling my belly tighten. It dawns on me that these are contractions, just not painful ones. I finally snap out of it and realize I’m in labor, “The bags, you gotta get the bags.” You run upstairs and grab the bags that have been waiting in the bedroom for me to go into labor. You go aback downstairs and come to kiss me, “I’m going to warm up the car, I’ll be right back.” You take the bags outside and drop them when you see both of our cars are buried deep in snow and the roads are covered in snow and ice. “Fuck,” you stand there for a moment trying to decide what to do. You back inside, noticing I’ve dressed again, and break the news to me. I try not to panic, “It’s okay, the baby probably isn’t gonna come for a long time. Let’s just wait it out for a bit and then the roads will get cleared.” You nod and sit beside me, “How do you feel?” You ask gently caressing my belly, wishing you had more time to enjoy it, wishing you had the chance to watch it grow. “I feel fine, the contractions don’t hurt at all yet,” I assure you.
“I jinxed myself,” I groan as a contraction rips through me an hour later. You rub my leg as I move restless on the couch, another contraction comes and I grab your hand squeezing as hard as I know. When it passes I get up and start pacing, feeling the baby slowly making its descent as I do. You watch helplessly as I stalk around the house pausing when the pains hit. “We have to call an ambulance, we have to do something,” I whine as I walk past you. “Right! An ambulance!” You say pulling out your phone and dialing. You have a short conversion as I continue to pace, you come and find me in the bedroom climbing on to my bed. “Alright honey, they are coming but they have no idea how long it will take. I’m going to try to dog out the car so maybe we can make it ourselves,” you explain as I moan in pain. I nod frantically as I ball up the comforter in my fists. You head out, grab a shovel from the shed and go to your car to start digging. I lay propped up on pillows feeling the contractions roll through me. I can’t help but scream in pain now, I know the baby is coming soon even if I’m not ready. After awhile I start to feel the need to push, I close my legs tight trying to resist the urge. The contraction don’t give me a break now, it seems like forever since you left. My body takes over and starts to push the baby down without me trying. I keep my legs close, doing everything I can to make this baby wait but despite it I feel a bulge forming the baby making its way to my entrance. I can’t help it now, I let my legs fall apart and I start to push, the baby really making its way out now. “Oh fuck,” I scream as my body starts to open, stretched tauntly by the big head. It vaguely dawns on me I should take my leggings off but I can’t move for the pain now.
You decide that there’s no point in attempting to dig while the snow is still coming down so heavy so you head back inside. You walk in the front door and hear me screaming, you run to the bedroom and find me with my leggings soaking wet and bulging. You check for a moment before realizing what it is. You come over and pull my legging down, once you do you see our babies head is half out now. You grab my hand, “It fucking burns.” I scream as I keep pushing. You watch, fascinated, as I birth your baby. You reach down and caress my taunt skin around the baby. It feels hot and tight, then you rub the baby’s head as I take a small break. I scream with renewed pain as the head pops out with a rush of fluids. You support the head as I pant trying to manage the pain. With the next contraction I get the shoulders out and the baby just slides right into your hands right as we hear a pounding at the door. You stare down at your son and then glance up at me grinning, “So when are you going to get me pregnant again?” I ask.

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It’s been a week since you’ve found out I’m carrying your baby. You thought about it and decided you want to be in the baby’s life. We been on a few dates to see if a relationship might work between us, every time it’s ended in sex. I’m so horny and can’t help myself around you. It doesn’t bother you though because you love the curves of my body and the fact that I’m carrying your child drives you crazy. We have a night in planned for tonight, a crazy winter storm is coming and we decided to watch movies, order food and cuddle. Your about to head to my house and you can’t wait. Just thinking of my belly turns you on, you grab your keys and head out.
I stand at the sink and look myself over, I want to look cute but comfortable for our date. I’m wearing a pair of leggings and a maternity shirt that has a deep v-neck revealing my cleavage that threatens to spill out. I fluff my hair one more time before before I hear you knock. I feel my belly tense up as I waddle to the door and open it, I look you up and down, loving how you look in your jeans and t-shirt. I smile as I hug and kiss you, my belly pressed against your cock. You watch my ass as I lead you to the couch. “So what should we get to eat?” I ask as I settle myself on the couch. After a bit of talking we decide on Chinese and I order it quickly. They say the snow might delay them a bit so we start the movie. You put one arm around my shoulder and the other arm on my large belly and I cuddle close. You feel the baby stretching inside of me, running out of room in my tight belly. About halfway through the movie there’s a knock on the door. You get up and answer it. As you get the food you notice the weather is getting worse, the snow coming down hard now. You come back and take your seat again. I awkwardly stand and you notice my shirt rises up a bit. You grab my hips and pull me to you, pushing up my shirt and kissing the dome of my belly. You caress it for a moment before I step away. I go to the kitchen and grab a water for me and a beer for you. I put your beer on the coffee table in front of you before sitting sitting beside you, my legs spread a bit to make room for my belly. We eat and then cuddle up again. The movie ends and you go to ask me if I thought it was good before noticing I’ve fallen asleep with my head in your lap. My belly is peeking out of my shirt again and hanging off of the couch. You reach over and push my shirt up and over my belly. You admire it for a moment, watching ripples as your strong child moves inside of me. You start to rub it, tracing the stretch marks that show how much my skin has stretched. You feel it tighten beneath your hand for a moment. I stir in my sleep, cuddling closer to you and sigh in my sleep. You lay back and drift off too.

You walk up to me naked kneeling in front of you, undoing your jeans. I pull out your cock and slowly lick the length of it, staring up at you before deep throating all of you. You lay your head back and groan as I bob up and down, your fingers twist into my hair. You feel like your about to cum and you pull me off of you with a pop. You grab my shoulders and pull me up and turn me around. You grab my hips and ease me down onto you. I gasp as you penetrate me, you pull me all the way down so my round ass is sitting on you. You hold me there for a moment before letting go and I move almost all the way off your cock but stop at the tip. I fuck the tip for a moment before taking you all in again. I start to move up and down really getting a rhythm, your hands stray to my belly, caressing it as I fuck you. I start to moan, my movements getting desperate as I get close to cumming. You grab my hips again and guiding me as I start to get louder. I cry out as I cum hard and lean back against you to catch my breathe. You give me a moment, rubbing my belly as I pant. We feel a small gush between our legs, “Did you just…?” you say. I put my hands over yours, “ I think that was my water.”

You move me over and jump up, “We gotta get to the hospital,” you say panicked. I sit on the couch and watch you pulling your clothes on while feeling my belly tighten. It dawns on me that these are contractions, just not painful ones. I finally snap out of it and realize I’m in labor, “The bags, you gotta get the bags.” You run upstairs and grab the bags that have been waiting in the bedroom for me to go into labor. You go aback downstairs and come to kiss me, “I’m going to warm up the car, I’ll be right back.” You take the bags outside and drop them when you see both of our cars are buried deep in snow and the roads are covered in snow and ice. “Fuck,” you stand there for a moment trying to decide what to do. You back inside, noticing I’ve dressed again, and break the news to me. I try not to panic, “It’s okay, the baby probably isn’t gonna come for a long time. Let’s just wait it out for a bit and then the roads will get cleared.” You nod and sit beside me, “How do you feel?” You ask gently caressing my belly, wishing you had more time to enjoy it, wishing you had the chance to watch it grow. “I feel fine, the contractions don’t hurt at all yet,” I assure you.

“I jinxed myself,” I groan as a contraction rips through me an hour later. You rub my leg as I move restless on the couch, another contraction comes and I grab your hand squeezing as hard as I know. When it passes I get up and start pacing, feeling the baby slowly making its descent as I do. You watch helplessly as I stalk around the house pausing when the pains hit. “We have to call an ambulance, we have to do something,” I whine as I walk past you. “Right! An ambulance!” You say pulling out your phone and dialing. You have a short conversion as I continue to pace, you come and find me in the bedroom climbing on to my bed. “Alright honey, they are coming but they have no idea how long it will take. I’m going to try to dog out the car so maybe we can make it ourselves,” you explain as I moan in pain. I nod frantically as I ball up the comforter in my fists. You head out, grab a shovel from the shed and go to your car to start digging. I lay propped up on pillows feeling the contractions roll through me. I can’t help but scream in pain now, I know the baby is coming soon even if I’m not ready. After awhile I start to feel the need to push, I close my legs tight trying to resist the urge. The contraction don’t give me a break now, it seems like forever since you left. My body takes over and starts to push the baby down without me trying. I keep my legs close, doing everything I can to make this baby wait but despite it I feel a bulge forming the baby making its way to my entrance. I can’t help it now, I let my legs fall apart and I start to push, the baby really making its way out now. “Oh fuck,” I scream as my body starts to open, stretched tauntly by the big head. It vaguely dawns on me I should take my leggings off but I can’t move for the pain now.

You decide that there’s no point in attempting to dig while the snow is still coming down so heavy so you head back inside. You walk in the front door and hear me screaming, you run to the bedroom and find me with my leggings soaking wet and bulging. You check for a moment before realizing what it is. You come over and pull my legging down, once you do you see our babies head is half out now. You grab my hand, “It fucking burns.” I scream as I keep pushing. You watch, fascinated, as I birth your baby. You reach down and caress my taunt skin around the baby. It feels hot and tight, then you rub the baby’s head as I take a small break. I scream with renewed pain as the head pops out with a rush of fluids. You support the head as I pant trying to manage the pain. With the next contraction I get the shoulders out and the baby just slides right into your hands right as we hear a pounding at the door. You stare down at your son and then glance up at me grinning, “So when are you going to get me pregnant again?” I ask.