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Birth in a car By fishy9890 on 17th August 2021 12:42:30 AM

I wake up to you kissing me while rubbing my overdue belly. I lazily smile as you caress the expanse of it slowly getting lower. “Not here, wait until we get home.” I whisper. We’re in the guest bedroom of your parent’s house, we stayed the night after a party last night. I was too tired for us to make the 2 hour drive home so I could bear to think of being in the car at the time. You grin and lean down pulling my sleep shirt up and gently kiss my belly, feeling the baby move beneath your hands. Your hand wonders down again and this time you go straight to my clit before I can object. My body jerks as you rub it quickly. I bite back a moan as you start to move yourself between my legs and press yourself against my wetness. You hover there for awhile, still rubbing my clit, driving me crazy. I flex my hips and the tip slips inside of me. You grin again and push yourself all the way in and this time I can’t help but moan as you start a punishing pace. Your hands roam all over my tight belly as it bounces from your thrusts, I can feel myself on the edge of an orgasm. “Harder, I’m going to cum.” I tell you and you oblige me. My walls start to grip you as continue to pound me. I arch my back, pressing my belly into your hands as I cum hard around you. As soon as I do you follow in suit, grabbing my hips to pull me harder against you. You gently rub my belly as you recover your breathing, “Was that okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” you worriedly ask. I giggle as you move to lay beside me, “You should know I’m tougher than that.” I tease.
I slowly ease myself off the bed to pull last night’s party dress back on, I smooth it over my belly and feel a small twinge that makes me gasp in surprise. Your instantly beside me with your hand on my belly. “Are you okay?” I smile up at you, “I’m sure it’s just Baxton Hicks.” I reassure you, as I go to look in the mirror. My long dark hair is a little crazy but other than that I look good for being 2 days overdue. My belly hangs low on my petite frame, my heavy breasts still perky despite them growing so much during this pregnancy. We finish getting around and we head downstairs for breakfast. I slowly made my way down, “Time for the walk of shame,” I laugh. Once in the kitchen your mother instantly comes to me and puts her hands on my wide belly, “Still nothing?” she asks. I shake my hand and grab some food. We stayed for a bit after breakfast while I have a few more pains and decide to head back home in case it’s really something.
You help me ease myself into the car, you lean down and kiss me gently. We get on the road and you reach over to rub my belly as we drive. Being in the car seems to make my pains worse, making us think that I’m really in labor so far from home. After 30 minutes of the drive the pain is intense and contractions are getting close together. You look over at me concerned as I groan in pain, “Are we going to make it darling?” you ask as you rub my thigh. “We better,” I tell you. After awhile I can feel a pressure building inside of me. The next contraction grips me and I feel a release and then a wetness between my legs. “Oh god my water broke,” I tell you as I moan loudly. I get a minute of break and then the worst pain yet comes and I feel the urge to push. My body bears down without me trying, feeling the baby pushing through my cervix. “It’s coming,” I tell you. “Should I pull over?” You ask and I frantically nod my head as I start to push again. I can feel the head stretching me as it makes it’s way down, you find a side road and pull onto it. You turn to me and ask “What can I do?” I groan as I bear down and you watch helplessly rubbing my belly and murmuring encouragements. Once the pain passes I ask you to help me into the back seat so I can lay down.
You rush around and open my door, I grab your arm and you help me out of the car. Once I get out another contraction making me lean heavily against you and push, my face on your chest screaming in pain. I feel like the baby is right between my legs making it hard to walk once the pain passes. You somehow get me to the back seat and help me to lay down in it. “Now what?” You ask as I’m pushing again, feeling like the baby is about to crown. “My underwear, take them off.” I instruct you. You hesitantly start to pull up my dress, “Please help me,” I beg you. You sense my desperation and push my dress up and over my belly. I see your eyes get big, “What? What it is?” I ask you as you look up my now bulging pussy, my lace underwear barely covering anything. You grab my underwear and I lift my hips up and you pull them down.I put my feet on either side of the door, really opening my hips up and now you get see dark hair showing in the small teardrop opening that has formed. “I can see it,” you tell me as I bear down again. The bugle seems to grow and more hair starts to show. I groan as the contraction ends and the baby slides back in. A few more contractions go just like that until finally it stays and the opening starts to grow with every push. Your hand rests on my thigh as you watch me struggle to birth your child. You can tell the head is big by the size of the bulge and worry about me getting such a big baby out of such a small hole but you don’t say anything. I try to pant through the pain until the next contraction comes, I groan loudly when it does and start to push again. A whole head of hair is showing now, my pussy burning as I stretch taunt around the baby’s head. I start to scream as I struggle to birth your child. The contraction ends and I lay back against the seat trying to relax even though I have a head half out of my pussy. “Darling your doing so good,” you encourage me while rubbing the top of the head lovingly. “It hurts so bad,” I whimper.”I know but reach down and feel how good your doing.” I gingerly reach down and cup the head, gasping as I feel the hair framed by my pussy. I rub the head as I wait for the next contraction. “Oh god,” I groan as the contraction comes and I bear down hard again, the head inching out to the ears before it passes. The next contraction comes again fast and this time I get the head out to the cheeks.
You hear something and glance up to see a police car pulling up behind us. One of the officers steps out, “Sir do you need any help?” he asks. I scream in the car as I push again and the head pops out with a rush of fluids. The officer hears me and rushes over to see what was going on and his eyes get huge when he sees me with my legs wide open and a head hanging heavily between my pussy as you support it. I lay back panting, feeling the odd sensation of the head all the way out. You check to see if the cord is wrapped around the neck as the shoulders turn. You marvel at the size of the head and the weight as we rest for a moment. I start to moan and lean up again to push as the officers both watch in shock as the first shoulder pops out and the next one follows. “Pull it out, just get it out,” I scream at you desperate for this to be over. You gently grab under the shoulder and tug until it slips all the way out leaving my hole gaping wide. You place the bloody baby on my still round belly and I pat it’s back until it starts to cry loudly. “Honey get a blanket,” I tell you as I cuddle the baby close. One of the officers snap out of the shock and grab the blanket for you and hands it to me. I cover the baby and it quiets down slightly. The silent officer comes to, “Sir you need to get her to the hospital. Follow us.” You help me to scoot back so I’m comfortable in the backseat before giving me a deep kiss. You run around the get in the driver’s seat and quickly take off. I ease off the top of my dress and start to nurse the baby, “I can’t believe we just had a baby. I’m sorry about your car.” I tell you as we follow the police car to the hospital.

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I wake up to you kissing me while rubbing my overdue belly. I lazily smile as you caress the expanse of it slowly getting lower. “Not here, wait until we get home.” I whisper. We’re in the guest bedroom of your parent’s house, we stayed the night after a party last night. I was too tired for us to make the 2 hour drive home so I could bear to think of being in the car at the time. You grin and lean down pulling my sleep shirt up and gently kiss my belly, feeling the baby move beneath your hands. Your hand wonders down again and this time you go straight to my clit before I can object. My body jerks as you rub it quickly. I bite back a moan as you start to move yourself between my legs and press yourself against my wetness. You hover there for awhile, still rubbing my clit, driving me crazy. I flex my hips and the tip slips inside of me. You grin again and push yourself all the way in and this time I can’t help but moan as you start a punishing pace. Your hands roam all over my tight belly as it bounces from your thrusts, I can feel myself on the edge of an orgasm. “Harder, I’m going to cum.” I tell you and you oblige me. My walls start to grip you as continue to pound me. I arch my back, pressing my belly into your hands as I cum hard around you. As soon as I do you follow in suit, grabbing my hips to pull me harder against you. You gently rub my belly as you recover your breathing, “Was that okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” you worriedly ask. I giggle as you move to lay beside me, “You should know I’m tougher than that.” I tease.

I slowly ease myself off the bed to pull last night’s party dress back on, I smooth it over my belly and feel a small twinge that makes me gasp in surprise. Your instantly beside me with your hand on my belly. “Are you okay?” I smile up at you, “I’m sure it’s just Baxton Hicks.” I reassure you, as I go to look in the mirror. My long dark hair is a little crazy but other than that I look good for being 2 days overdue. My belly hangs low on my petite frame, my heavy breasts still perky despite them growing so much during this pregnancy. We finish getting around and we head downstairs for breakfast. I slowly made my way down, “Time for the walk of shame,” I laugh. Once in the kitchen your mother instantly comes to me and puts her hands on my wide belly, “Still nothing?” she asks. I shake my hand and grab some food. We stayed for a bit after breakfast while I have a few more pains and decide to head back home in case it’s really something.

You help me ease myself into the car, you lean down and kiss me gently. We get on the road and you reach over to rub my belly as we drive. Being in the car seems to make my pains worse, making us think that I’m really in labor so far from home. After 30 minutes of the drive the pain is intense and contractions are getting close together. You look over at me concerned as I groan in pain, “Are we going to make it darling?” you ask as you rub my thigh. “We better,” I tell you. After awhile I can feel a pressure building inside of me. The next contraction grips me and I feel a release and then a wetness between my legs. “Oh god my water broke,” I tell you as I moan loudly. I get a minute of break and then the worst pain yet comes and I feel the urge to push. My body bears down without me trying, feeling the baby pushing through my cervix. “It’s coming,” I tell you. “Should I pull over?” You ask and I frantically nod my head as I start to push again. I can feel the head stretching me as it makes it’s way down, you find a side road and pull onto it. You turn to me and ask “What can I do?” I groan as I bear down and you watch helplessly rubbing my belly and murmuring encouragements. Once the pain passes I ask you to help me into the back seat so I can lay down.

You rush around and open my door, I grab your arm and you help me out of the car. Once I get out another contraction making me lean heavily against you and push, my face on your chest screaming in pain. I feel like the baby is right between my legs making it hard to walk once the pain passes. You somehow get me to the back seat and help me to lay down in it. “Now what?” You ask as I’m pushing again, feeling like the baby is about to crown. “My underwear, take them off.” I instruct you. You hesitantly start to pull up my dress, “Please help me,” I beg you. You sense my desperation and push my dress up and over my belly. I see your eyes get big, “What? What it is?” I ask you as you look up my now bulging pussy, my lace underwear barely covering anything. You grab my underwear and I lift my hips up and you pull them down.I put my feet on either side of the door, really opening my hips up and now you get see dark hair showing in the small teardrop opening that has formed. “I can see it,” you tell me as I bear down again. The bugle seems to grow and more hair starts to show. I groan as the contraction ends and the baby slides back in. A few more contractions go just like that until finally it stays and the opening starts to grow with every push. Your hand rests on my thigh as you watch me struggle to birth your child. You can tell the head is big by the size of the bulge and worry about me getting such a big baby out of such a small hole but you don’t say anything. I try to pant through the pain until the next contraction comes, I groan loudly when it does and start to push again. A whole head of hair is showing now, my pussy burning as I stretch taunt around the baby’s head. I start to scream as I struggle to birth your child. The contraction ends and I lay back against the seat trying to relax even though I have a head half out of my pussy. “Darling your doing so good,” you encourage me while rubbing the top of the head lovingly. “It hurts so bad,” I whimper.”I know but reach down and feel how good your doing.” I gingerly reach down and cup the head, gasping as I feel the hair framed by my pussy. I rub the head as I wait for the next contraction. “Oh god,” I groan as the contraction comes and I bear down hard again, the head inching out to the ears before it passes. The next contraction comes again fast and this time I get the head out to the cheeks.

You hear something and glance up to see a police car pulling up behind us. One of the officers steps out, “Sir do you need any help?” he asks. I scream in the car as I push again and the head pops out with a rush of fluids. The officer hears me and rushes over to see what was going on and his eyes get huge when he sees me with my legs wide open and a head hanging heavily between my pussy as you support it. I lay back panting, feeling the odd sensation of the head all the way out. You check to see if the cord is wrapped around the neck as the shoulders turn. You marvel at the size of the head and the weight as we rest for a moment. I start to moan and lean up again to push as the officers both watch in shock as the first shoulder pops out and the next one follows. “Pull it out, just get it out,” I scream at you desperate for this to be over. You gently grab under the shoulder and tug until it slips all the way out leaving my hole gaping wide. You place the bloody baby on my still round belly and I pat it’s back until it starts to cry loudly. “Honey get a blanket,” I tell you as I cuddle the baby close. One of the officers snap out of the shock and grab the blanket for you and hands it to me. I cover the baby and it quiets down slightly. The silent officer comes to, “Sir you need to get her to the hospital. Follow us.” You help me to scoot back so I’m comfortable in the backseat before giving me a deep kiss. You run around the get in the driver’s seat and quickly take off. I ease off the top of my dress and start to nurse the baby, “I can’t believe we just had a baby. I’m sorry about your car.” I tell you as we follow the police car to the hospital.