lavender leif

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- You haven't even started fucking me yet, but Im just so ripe and ready to pop thay just a single touch to my sopping wet cunt or a hard slap against my fat ass and my waters are gushing out of me

-We're still in foreplay mode, you haven't even put it in yet, just made me cum on your tongue, and that was enough to have my waters splashing all over your face

- I've only just gotten all of you inside me, the weight of my gravid womb forcing me all the way down to the hilt. Neither of us have begun moving yet, and I feel a rush and release of the pressure in my belly that's been building up for hours.

- You've orgasmed inside me, with my legs locked around your waist, and my waters come flooding out with your cum.

-It takes a bit longer than either of us expected, considering I've looked seconds away from labor for days now, but after a few times of making me cum so hard I see stars, I feel an even sweeter release and the head of our child moves even lower in my belly.

-We've been at it for practically days now, contractions and orgasms repeatedly rocking through my body, yet my waters refuse to break no matter how desperately you've fucked into the base of my cervix. By the time it happens, I'm so delirious and cum-drunk, I don't even realize until our child is crowning at my cunt.

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As the music built up, the DJ called out to the audience. “When this beat drops, I want everyone to fuckin’ jump!!”

The audience cheered. In front of me, you raised your arms up and waved your hands around. The lights turned lower as song continued to build, and build…

When the beat finally dropped, everyone started jumping up and down like crazy, including you. The lights flashed on and off and smoke shot into the air from the stage. However, I noticed that you were only able to properly jump two or three times before you settled down.

“Ooooh,” I heard you moan, hunching over a bit. “Unnh…can’t jump like that…m-makes it…”

I put a hand on your back. “Babe? You doing okay?”

You turned around to face me as everyone around us continued to jump and cheer. You were clutching your gravid belly, grimacing. You mumbled something, but I couldn’t quite hear.

“What?” I yelled, bending my ear closer to your mouth.

“Y-you…can you…push it- nnggh!…back in…for me?”

I looked at you in confusion, not sure if I heard you right. While everyone else was going wild, I held you close, and discreetly put a hand between your legs. To my surprise, there was a damp bulge in the crotch of your shorts.

“Is the baby coming out?!” I shouted.

“I can’t have it hereee,” you babbled, rubbing your belly feverishly. “I’m…ghhh…not missing this concert…so just push it in!”

Against my better judgement, and hoping no one would notice, I held you close and began to push back on the protrusion between your legs with my hand. Your jaw went slack- I couldn’t imagine the sensation.

Once I felt that the head was back inside, I looked into your eyes to see your reaction. I expected pain, or regret, or exhaustion…but you just looked relieved.

“Mmh…thank youuu…” you moaned. Then, you abruptly wrapped your arms around me, pulling me in for a kiss. I reciprocated, kissing you back hard while I rubbed one hand on the side of your belly.

When we pulled away, we smirked at each other. The song was fading out, transitioning to the next. There was still a lot of concert to go.

Playfully, I reached around and squeezed your ass. A small noise escaped you. “Think you can hold it till the end of the show?”

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"That's it, darling. Just one breath at a time." You say, steadying me gently with an affectionate hand.

I nod. "They're starting to get really intense." I noted. You reply with a smile, "Won't be long before you're giving birth, then."

Another contraction hits shortly. I lean into your shoulder and embrace your comforting warmth, but it does little to quell the pain. You trace my back and my hips, running your fingers down my pelvis and up to stroke my huge swollen belly, heavy with child; I'm all yours, from my heart to my body and your baby.

You feel my belly tense with the pressure. You trace the movement down, massaging from my stomach downwards towards the birth canal.

I can feel the weight of the baby pressing down into my hips as my body contracts on itself. Thoughts of pushing begin to place themselves in my mind, and I quiet them all my best.

I roll my hips gently, grinding into you. "Good boy. You're handling the contractions so well." I whimper as you slip a cold hand down over my oversized clit, sparing a gentle rub for good measure. "Better check your dilation, eh? You must be almost ready.."

I obey and squat a little, spreading my legs to allow you to gently dip your long, slender fingers into my cunt. You work your way leisurely through my labia.

"You're just looking for an excuse to finger me, aren't you, love?" I sigh.

"When aren't I?" You smile. You lean down and gently kiss from the bottom of my belly down to the top of my clit and re-angle yourself until you can feel my cervix. I see your face change as you realize how low the baby is sitting, cradled in the bones of my pelvis.

"It's so close, love. I can feel her right there. Let's walk to the bed." I take your hand and start to walk. It's across the house and down the stairs, a small pilgrimage but manageable. We start down the stairs. It's uncomfortable, and I step one foot at a time down them.

As I make the first step on landing, I gasp. Something shifts and the amniotic fluid begins to flow steadily down my thigh.

"There's your water - !" You grin. "It's go-time, dear. You're finally starting to give birth."

"Yeah.. yeah-aaah..! Ooohh.." I moan with the sudden pressure. As I take another step I yelp, the head slips again and my pussy gushes with the rest of the slick amniotic fluid trickling down my leg. "It's - ah - it's coming!" I cry.

"It's alright babe, just another few steps until we're at the bedroom. It's all set up for your delivery."

The walk the rest of the way down the stairs and to the bed sounds like crossing the continent when all I can think about is pushing. I shut my mind to the deafening instinct and obey, letting you guide me further.

As I make the first step past the landing, the flexing of my hips aggravates the contraction. I have to push. I can do it right here, standing up.. i don't have a choice anymore..

I fold into the pain and groan as I bear through it. It doesn't matter whether I try or not, my body is pushing.

You coax me on, a little more firmly. "Come on, keep going. You're almost there."

"No, I.. it's too far.. I can't make it that far..!" I say, struggling through the bumpy contraction.For a moment you sit and think, stroking my back and my hand.

Unwilling to waste more time, you gently scoop me up in your arms. It's not much effort, even swollen up as pregnant as I go i remain petite in comparison to you.

I curl into your chest comfortably. Gently you set me down upon the bed, holding me close and kissing my face.

Another contraction strikes. I moan and writhe. You gently stroke my belly, feeling it twist, watching the muscles roil. It's the most intense one so far. The feeling is overwhelming, I can't imagine thinking of speaking.

"Good boy, come on. Give my baby a push!" "Nnnnnnnngh..!" I groan, giving it a good effort, but making no progress. I wriggle, repositioning my body. Half side-lying I find an acceptable position.

"Push! That's right, while you've still got the contraction!" You're left in prime view of my quivering boycunt as the lips begin to soften as I bear down. "Push!"

And I do. I push through the whole contraction, and it's only as I stop to breathe that the steadily forming bulge slips back up and you can tell how much progress I made. Ever so gently you stroke around my pussy.

"You're doing it. Come on. I want to see the head this time. Don't forget to breathe." I nod. "Okay.. okay, I can do that.."

"And.. Push!"

I breathe into the effort. The feeling of the head filling my birth canal is so intense. The pain sears as I'm stretched from the inside. I hold my belly, feeling it squeeze downwards. A subtle teardrop begins to appear in my slick folds. "Yes!" You cheer, but I break and rest.

"That's okay." You say. "Good work. Are you ready?"

"No.." I whimper and shake my head. "I need a moment."

You can't help but appreciate my beautiful body as I lay labouring in your lap. My slender curves and soft breasts, my handsome shoulders and curly little beard. The way my dark hair runs up from my pussy, covering my big belly and my chest.

"It's time to keep going. Come on. This is gonna be a big one. On the count of three.." I brace myself. "One.. two.. three.. push!"

And I push, and push. I gasp between movements. Two steps forward, one step back, but now things are really moving. "Push, baby, push!

As the head emerges bit by bit you slip your hand in to feel. Thumbing my clit and tracing my perinium you position yourself to feel it as it begins to split my lips. The head is covered in coarse hair slick with my fluids. I whine as the crown approaches, wriggling against the pressure. Finally I collapse and catch my breath, the head sticking in position this time, past my tight hips.

"Keep going, love. Keep pushing."

I lean into the contraction, gripping at my belly and gritting my teeth. "Breathe, breathe. Push!" I adjust my pace so I can keep pushing with every breath out. The head begins to crown, wreathed in my labia, stretching open my tight, slick pussy as it inches out of me.

"That's it. That's it! Come on, push it out!"

"Unnnnghhh..! Ah! Ah! Ahhh!" My legs wrench open wider and wider as I feel the stretch. "It's! It's coming! Oh my god!"

If crowns much faster than I expect, the head now slipping downwards with the momentum. "It's coming, it's coming, PUSH!"

"AHH!! AHH, AHH, AHHH!" There's no thought or sense left, all my body and mind know is to bear down until I'm done. I scream it out, the head slipping out and in with each breath. Two steps forward, one step back.

"AHHHH-NNNGGGGGHHHH!" My pussy stretches to the limit as the head emerges, not all at once, stretching around every bit of it. It feels orgasmic, like the perfect prime moment of intense frustration and pleasure, before the release.

"Good boy, good BOY!" You praise. "Push! Push! Come on, give birth to my baby!"

I claw at my belly and scream as the baby erupts between my legs, the head clearing into your waiting hand. I ride the feeling of relief for a second and my breath shudders. The head turns in as it settles, the neck is clear of the umbilical cord. "Haaah.. hahhhh.."

"One more push. Come on. One big push!"

I bear down at last in a climactic effort, howling through the stretch as the shoulders slide out, followed by the rest of the body easing through.

It's nearly time - I've nurtured our life inside me and now it's up to me to give the greatest gift I can to my mate and our baby - to give birth, to bear them into the world from deep within my own body.

I curl up to your chest and moan softly as the contractions roll rhythmically through me.

You stroke my hair and kiss my forehead, and a peaceful moment is broken as I squirm and cry out, clenching my teeth and gripping my belly as the pressure grows.

You take my hand and stroke my back. "Breathe, love." You say. As the long contraction begins to wane I fall into your chest again and match my breathing to yours.

"I can.. I can feel the head.. it's so low I can feel it in my hips. It's so big."

"Good boy.. you're so close. You've done so well to give me such a healthy baby, do you think you're ready to push it out?"

"I.. I think it's nearly time. I want to start pushing.. Oh, god, I need.. I need to push..." I cry, straining with the intense wave.

I roll and squirm, trying in vain to find a position where I can relieve the pressure. My belly is so big and heavy I can't do so. With gentle words you move me to my side where I can rest. I struggle with my trembling legs as they're forced open by my body. You take your position and support my top leg, giving yourself a wonderful view of my pussy so I can birth our child right into your hands.

You gently feel into my hole, where you quickly find the baby's head just a few inches deep.

"I.. oh god, it's coming - the baby's coming.." I pant.

"You're progressing perfectly. Be a good boy and push for me!"

I take a deep breath. As an intense contraction hits, I bear down hard, my belly rippling with movement. The head begins to stretch me from the inside out.

"Push." You instruct.

I take another deep breath and push. It's interrupted as I cry out and huff.

"You're doing so good. Come on, push."

The contraction hits again and I bear down. You can see the shadows deepen in my pussy as the head comes nearer to the entrance.

I breathe. I push. The head moves a tiny bit at a time. I push, and I push.. three steps forward, two steps back. The head fills my pelvis, a tight fit for my small frame.

I rest for a moment between contractions. Breathe. It's a few minutes before I'm ready again.

You put your hand on my belly as the contraction swells, feeling the forces of my body, and inside, the protestful squirming of the baby. I begin to push, and as the contraction crests at its highest point, I push as hard as I can, my body curling into the effort.

With that the head begins to become visible, appearing behind the curtain of my labia.

Tears blind my eye and my movements become more erratic as instinct and adrenaline take over my thoughts. I haul myself up onto all fours and spread my legs wide. You position yourself close and watch as I strain.

"Oh my god.. it's so big.. the head - Im.. oh god, I'm giving birth to such a big baby, it's - it's coming out-! Holy sh.. ahh.. it.. fuck, it's going to come.. come out!"

"Come on, push! Push out my baby, love. Push."

I moan and bury my face in the sheets as I push and push and push. I continue to make very slow, steady progress, the head moving down closer and closer to the entrance. It's still covered with the slick, shiny intact amniotic sac.

I take another second to catch my breath before the next contraction hits.

"The.. head.. the babys head, it's s.. stretching my pussy open, I.. I'm.."

"Give me another push."

I hesitate and push, a little bit weaker, and not making much progress.

"Come on, push!" You instruct.

I gather myself and bear down. The head steadily steadily moves down, opening me up as it begins to crown.

I let my breath go and pant. The head begins to slip back a little.

"Keep pushing."

I clench my eyes shut. I push with everything, using the might of my whole body to force the head into the crowning. My pussy bulges around it, the skin stretching tight.

"Keep pushing!"

I push and push and the lips stretch tight and smooth around the baby's head.

Exhausted, I cry out and stop, my breathing ragged.

"Good boy.. can you feel that? My baby's head stretching you open, filling you as it works its way into the world? Do you love how it feels to give birth to my baby?"

"I have.. I have to push it out.. it's so.."

I trail off and catch my breath.

"Push for me.."

I give a tiny nod.

I bury my face in the bed and moan as I push again.

With gently fingertips you trace the bulging lips of my pussy. It continues to stretch and stretch as I push; you aren't even sure how wide the head is, just when you think it's as wide as it can get, it stretches more and more impressively.

As my contraction ends and I cease to push the bulge retreats but the labia remain stretched firmly in position. My t-dick wraps around the crown of the head with it.

"One more push. One more big push and then the baby's head will be born."

I brace and push.

The same slow crawling pace continues. I moan all through the stretching. Gracefully and gradually, the head begins to slide through around the widest point. I stop pushing.

"Push. Push!" You demand.

I adjust myself and give a single hard, hard push.

All at once, the head pops out and the amniotic sac breaks, fluid gushing and flowing out of me around the baby's neck and all over your lap. The warm fluid is the least of your concern now.

"My baaaby.. oh, fuck, oh my good it's coming out it's coming out of me.. my.. my.. it's gonna.. it's gonna.. it's being born, it's coming ooouuuuut.. between m.. my legs.. the..

You quickly check the baby's neck to make sure the umbilical cord is not wrapped around it. The head is marvellously big, especially to watch it coming out of my little body.

"The.. baby's head is coming out in between my legs!"

You can't help but chuckle at my rambling.

"Good boy, good boy! The head is out!"

I rock my hips back and forth anxiously. The head turns gently.

I give short, hard pushes as i rock back and forth. You support the head and gradually the shoulders begin to emerge.

"Keep pushing -!"