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In the near future, a grim reality awaited those convicted of crimes deemed worthy of the ultimate punishment. In this dystopian tale, inmates found themselves transformed into jesters, their lives forever chained, both figuratively and literally. Forced to live as permanent clowns, they were condemned to wander the halls of a prison, their voices silenced, their every movement imbued with a twisted sense of amusement. Visitors were occasionally permitted inside the prison walls, and it was then that the jester inmates were compelled to perform ridiculous shows, entertaining the onlookers with their forced jests. Among the countless inmates sentenced to this bizarre existence was a young woman by the name of Lily. The day of her arrival at the jester prison was a moment forever etched in her memory. As the towering, iron-clad gates swung open, she stepped hesitantly into a realm she had never imagined. The air was heavy with a lingering sense of despair, the very aura of the prison seemingly suffocating. Lily was led through a labyrinthine maze of arched hallways, her footsteps echoing in the hollow silence. The occasional distant laughter only served to intensify the gravity of her situation. Eventually, she found herself in a dimly lit chamber, where a row of jester costumes adorned the walls. Her heart pounding, Lily approached the table in the center of the room, where a pair of somber prison guards stood solemnly. They handed her a vividly striped outfit, its colors appearing almost garish against the bleak backdrop of the prison. She unfolded the costume, and to her astonishment, she discovered that every piece of clothing was intricately adorned with tiny bells. Like a discordant symphony, these bells would jingle with each step she took, an audible reminder both to herself and others of her new existence as a jester. Overwhelmed with mixed emotions, Lily began to undress. She carefully removed her ordinary attire, relinquishing them to a forgotten past. As she donned the striped vest and pants, it felt as though she was putting on a persona rather than a mere costume. In that singular moment, Lily transformed from a person into a representation of mockery, forever confined to the role of the fool. Next came the oversized, floppy shoes. Each shoe was comically enormous, making it near impossible to walk with grace or dignity. The discomfort of the ill-fitting footwear only served to amplify Lily's sense of powerlessness. Lastly, she reached for the iconic clown wig, vibrant and unruly, a crown of absurdity. As she adjusted the wig upon her head, she caught her reflection in a cracked mirror. The once familiar face gazed back at her, now distorted by exaggerated makeup and a painted-on smile which concealed her inner turmoil. Dressed in her jester uniform, Lily took her first hesitant steps into the prison's central courtyard. The jingling of her costume's bells seemed to reverberate throughout the desolate space, filling the air with an eerie soundtrack to her sorrow. For the remainder of that day, and every day thereafter, Lily's existence became a monotonous routine. She walked the prison's halls, her chains dragging at her ankles, her voice forever suppressed. Her days melded together, each one more indistinguishable than the last. When visitors were allowed into the prison, Lily would be shuffled onto a makeshift stage, forced to perform clownish antics for their fleeting amusement. With every exaggerated stumble, every ridiculous gesture, she begrudgingly obliged, her self-worth fading further into the shadows. In the solitude of her cell, Lily would often imagine a different world, a world where chains did not bind her and ridicule did not define her. A world where she could exist as nothing more than herself, free to express her thoughts and dreams without being trapped in the perpetual mockery of a jester's existence. But in the jester prison, such dreams were nothing more than a desperate flicker in the darkness, for Lily and countless others like her were destined never to escape the irony of their fate. The jingling of bells would forever echo, a constant reminder of their transformation into permanent clowns, bound by invisible chains that would follow them to their grave.

What an exhausting day for Omalicha, she stretched herself wondering if tomorrow will be worth getting up for or just stay on her bed all day. Ever since she had finished her educational career in Lagos and moved abroad, to Japan for greener pastures. She had been doing the odd job here and there, barely able to afford the ridiculously high rent for this walk-in closet her landlord called an apartment until she got hired in a game developing company called Drop Games X and moved to a larger apartment which was high costing too. Living abroad was hard but at first she liked her job and the place she was working in. But things changed, she wondered if she stayed back home would her life been better, her love for her job quickly ran out because of how distressful and how underpaying the job was. Getting out of bed everyday had become an ordeal, even the simple act of brushing her teeth in the morning siphoned the little vitality she had. At work she had no friends which made things more difficult for her, Daichi Naiporo the new head artist noticed that she was really having it hard depression and anxiety was slowly eating her up, despite that she continued to give it her all Daichi was impressed, Omalicha was intelligent, responsible and hardworking and Daichi seemed to like that about her. Daichi became fond of her he wanted to help her with everything but he feared it might cause more trouble. Every time he offered to help her out she would declined. He got along with everybody except for her, which distressed him. "Miss Ekpunobi, do you have a minute"Daichi said "As you can see I don't"Omalicha said as she stretched herself, her shirt pulled up exposing her midriff. Daichi was consciously staring at her belly and noticed that she had an OUTIE. His manhood awakened in his tight pants to the point he became uncomfortable. Omalicha didn't notice anything Daichi remained silent for moment, he gazed at her cute bellybutton which shaped like an upside down heart. Daichi smacked her belly in a playful way and told her to pull her shirt down and she did, she was embarrassed. Daichi was relieved, he had a thing for bellybuttons especially OUTIES, seeing one just like that was surprising and tempting,he might've lost his self-control and thus reveal his bellybutton fetish. Omalicha was cool she wasn't weirded out at all but she was confused and embarrassed why would the new Head Artist take an interest on her. "You see I've been working abroad for the past three years until I returned weeks ago as you know, working here is difficult and it would be nice if got to spend time with you and know you" "You...the head artist, want to know about me"she said reaching for her bag "Yes" he said "I don't have time for this maybe next time" "C'mon I know this Inn that just opened a few days ago which serves the best roasted pork we can go there and have dinner" "Like I said I don't have time and besides I don't have the money for butadon and Ryokans around here are expansive" "I'll pay for everything"he said "No thank you, I'm on a mission and guys are a destruction"she said "I'm not asking you out"he said "Oh ok"she smiled smugly "No actually I am asking you out" "No thanks, I was hurt the last time someone asked me out, I don't want to go through that again" "You're cute but I'm sorry I can't"she laughed as she walked away from him "But why" Omalicha slowly and sexily descended the stairs. Daichi's eyes were locked onto her plump rear as she walked down. Omalicha was so ethereal, her aura was something else Daichi was in awe as he watched her sway her hips left and right, she turned her head and gave Daichi a wink before disappearing down the stairs. Daichi sighed in happiness wondering about the things he could do to her and bellybutton. In the next morning still in her pajamas, Omalicha was standing in her balcony looking at commuters busy rushing up and down taking intricate patterns like ants in a nest, she then looked to her left and saw someone familiar. Daichi was there in his balcony, sitting on a chair wearing a purple gown scrolling through his phone while taking a sip of coffee. Omalicha turned her head around and acted as if she didn't see him. "Hey I was wondering when were you going to wake up"Daichi said putting his phone down "Hey I'm talking you" Omalicha kept ignoring him "Yes what do you want!"she turned around and gave him a dirty look "A "good morning" would be nice" "Please do me a favour and leave me alone" "You have questions don't you, as to why am I here"he smiled "No I don't" she pouted "Sure, I'm coming over"he said with a slight grin on his face "Heh.. what.. don't come" "Sorry I'm coming" he said a he rushed back inside. Omalicha rushed back too and locked the door. "Omalicha! come out come out"he called "What do you want" "C'mon I just want to talk to you"he chuckled "You're a creep, get lost" she said as she leaned with her back behind the door struggling to hold her laughter "Ok"he said with a frown slowly walking back as if his factory settings got reset Omalicha laughed and then unlocked the door, Daichi heard the sounds he rushed back and waited patiently on the door. "Mr Naiporo, your one interesting fellow" "I get that a lot, but I'm mad... really mad"he leaned on door frame giving Omalicha a dirty look "Why"she chuckled and shook her head lightly "You called me a creep" "I mean you sure sounded like one" "I've been called many things in past, but creep now that's going too far" "Ok ok I take it back you're not a creep,Sheesh" She said but Daichi ignored her "Ok I'm sorry" Omalicha said and Daichi smiled Both of them were silent for her while so silent that it became awkward. Daichi fidgeted with his fingers, and his eyes were darting around, Omalicha became annoyed because of the sudden silence, she could see he had something to say. "I know you have something to say, just spit it out" "I like you"he said boldly "Heh.. what how can you be so straight forward and upfront like that." She felt an unexpected warmth flooding her body and her face radiated revealing a shimmer on her forehead and on the cheeks. "You're intelligent, responsible and hardworking.. I like that". "There are thousands of women like that."she said as her cheeks glowed more "But I like you" "I know you don't mean what you're saying it's all tatemae".she folded her arms and looked away "No I'm being honest".he said "I'm too blunt you know, well that's what people say, I'm sure when you get to know me you won't like that." "I don't see the problem with that". he said "Well a lot people don't think so, especially Ken he thinks I'm too blunt I have to tone it down. It's exhausting to keep this tatemae, I always feel like I'm walking on eggshells because I can't use tatemae, and it's hard to tell if somebody is being genuine or not". she said "I understand, I've been living in Ireland for the last three years and people there were blunt and brutally honest, at first I felt like my coworkers were rude maybe is because I was used to a lot of tatemae but as time went on I began to appreciate it because it showed me that they trusted that I can handle honesty. I always thought you couldn't be polite without telling lies but they proved me wrong". Daichi said "At least you can understand it". "It's still hard, insincerity is toxic I'd prefer someone to be honest even if it hurts me". he said "I've been living here for months and I just found out about tatemae weeks ago, I thought it was something that everyone and everywhere does it's just that people in Japan have a name for it but I was just wrong, it was embedded in the Japanese culture. To be honest, that made me second guess everything someone tells me. When I started working here Ken would take out me for lunch and help me with everything but he started ignoring me,for months I wondered about this, then I found out that he was obliged to take me out and everything, what he said about "looking forward to being buddies" was just tatemae". That messed me up but I'm glad that he apologized". "That must've slowly dismantled the fairytale fantasy you had about Japan". he said with a smug. "Yes"she laughed "I guess we shouldn't romantisize anything, anyways won't you be going to work." "Yes, I'm just going to relax and stay in the bed all day." She stretched herself "Why, Ken is going to fire you." "At this point I don't care, I'm just exhausted I need some me time, I asked for a personal date and Ken denied me one and I never ask for anything, I work my ass off and for what, the peanuts that I get?, I just can't anymore my wellbeing comes first and jobs are replaceable." "I guess that makes the two of us, Ken will be pissed, but I don't care It's a Friday and I want to have some fun, wanna join me" "Nah thanks and you haven't explained to me about you living here now" "Oh yeah I moved here last night, and I'm the landlord's son" "I can see where you got it from, your mom is quite the women, she's very persuasive she can't take no for answer" "I sorry about that, she was a saleswoman before starting a real estate company." Daichi moved closer Omalicha took a step back"Don't be, anyways see you on Monday" "C'mon"Daichi smiled at Omalicha, from where he had been standing."This is my honne, I like you and I saw your bellybutton yesterday , it's sexy and know you think this is weird but that's how I feel." Daichi went on about his feelings while she stood there, her body flared as if she was the Human Torch. She couldn't take anymore she excused herself, covering her blushing face, ran inside. She locked herself in her room, breathing heavily she asked herself why she felt this way. She hasn't been overwhelmed with such feelings in ages, she had the same intense feeling when she was little playing the New Super Mario Wii game running away from King Bill while listening to Young Girl A. It was so intese that she started sweating. After a while Omalicha came out and gave Daichi a wicked grin. And then both of them exchanged evil grins before bursting into laughter. Omalicha thought it was her personal day maybe she should give what the body needs. "Here it is, but I don't think it's sexy"she said showing Daichi her bellybutton "No it's sexy can I lick it"he asked moving in front of her and squatted "No, bellybuttons are inherently unhygienic"she nuzzled her nose "So let's clean it"he picked her up by her ass, and her bosom pressed against his chest, he took a whiff and Omalicha smelled like rainbows he thought,her pleasant smell drived him crazy. Daichi took her to her room and layed her on the bed and cushioned her head with a pillow. Omalicha buried her face in her hands embarrassed, she had never showed her bellybutton to any guy let alone allowing a guy to clean it, it was hideous she thought. On the other hand Daichi was having a blast as he jammed up to Tiny Little Adiantum looking for the q tips in the drawers. "Daichi" "Yes" "You meant what you said, right?" "About what?"he asked "About my bellybutton, you said it was sexy" "Yes it is, don't worry ever since I met you I've never used tatemae, and I'll try to keep it that way" "Oh ok" she said "I've found them!"he said with excitement after reaching for the q tips container "So Daichi what's so arousing about bellybuttons" she asked He took his time and gulped"I believe in this world of sexuality nearly anything is possible. Almost anything can be sexually arousing to someone, somewhere. Humans happen to be complex creatures, and our ability to use imaginations never fails to astonish. So we shouldn't belittle anyone for their kinks and fetishes." "And yes, bellybuttons are arousing too, personally I just like how they look and how they feel when you play with them or torture them. Some people can't reach the climax if they don't get their bellybutton played with or tortured. Believe it or not many people can get an orgasm from playing with their bellybutton, it's so pleasurable that you can literally cum." "Interesting, but mine is sensitive not in a pleasurable way, I once accidentally flicked my bellybutton with a rubber band, it hurt so bad that I couldn't wear anything over for hours" "That can happen,but I promise I'll be gentle and if you feel any discomfort don't hesitate to tell me"he said reaching the q tip "Ok" She stared and bit her lip. She knew what was coming, without warning Daichi sticked the q tip by the bottom bumpy crevice where the heart shape started. Omalicha let out a squeal "Eeeeeeeepppppp" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry"he blushed as she curled up her toes and became stiff "Go.. go head, it didn't hurt my bellybutton is just unbearably sensitive" "Oh ok, I'll be even more gentle."he wiped the sweat on his fore head Daichi traced through the folds with the q tip, Omalicha let out a "Mmmmm" signalling she was enjoying it as the q tip picked up all the gunk inside. She closed her eyes savoring the moment as Daichi gave it more strength swirling through the folds,it was so satisfying. After a couple of swirls Daichi disposed the q tip and then stretched the folds to see if there was any gunk left. "It's clean"he sighed with delight "So what now"she asked. Daichi got on top of her and unbuttoned her top pajama,her belly was fully exposed now. "This makes me feel naughty in all kinds of waty"he confessed swirling his finger around her bellybutton. She chortled in embarrassment, she moved her head to the side and shut her eyes preparing for what's to come. "Get on with it" she said shyly "Shhhhh! I'm going to melt your mind and body with pleasure, just like you want me too"he whispered to her ear. She didn't know when it was coming but her senses were now hyper alert. Without warning Daichi darted his tongue back and forth between the thick folds with lightning quickness. Omalicha let out a howling laughter "WUUUUUUU HUUUU HUUUHU HUUUU HUUUHU HUUUU". Omalicha began to struggle moving her legs restlessy on the sheets, she tried rolling away but Daichi grabbed her by the hips and hold her in good position. She let out a piercing scream "DAICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" but he ignored her he continued mercilessly darting his tongue like a spear with more quickness. "DAICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" she screamed. Daichi filled every crevice with his saliva, and tasted the insides while she began sweating heavily. He changed his motion with the tip of his tongue he started wiggling the tip of her bellybutton which sent her to hysterics. She was laughing like crazy moving her arms up and down. "HAHAHAHA HAAHAAA HAAA", Daichi kept going she moved her head side ways to the point he was struggling to hold her down as she thrusted her body up, Daichi was sweating but his excitement was high he kept attacking her bellybutton with his tongue. She was on beast mode she kept throwing her hands furiously nearly hitting Daich on the face. Daichi paused "Woahhh I'm scaroused"Daichi panted between words and took a huge breath before wiping the sweat on his face which was now red "Scaroused, haha is that even a word" she said panting "Yes, you were moving violently" "What was I supposed to do my bellybutton is very sensitive, My body just moved on it's own I couldn't do anything besides that" "Interesting, what other situations does your body move on it's own" he asked with a devilish grin "I don't know"she covered her face "Ok but do you want to continue with this" "Yessss"she whispered urgently "Ok, but I have do this" Daichi got up and went to his apartment and a few moments later he returned with a box full of sex toys,whips, feathers,ropes and other torture devices. Omalicha had closed her eyes waiting patiently for him to continue, she was feeling unbearably hot so she decided to remove her pajamas. Daichi watched in awe as she striped her clothes, he was excited because this was going to make things easier for him to reach her sensitive spots. Daichi smiled and told her that as he promised he was going to make her mind and body melt with pleasure. And finally she was in her white panties, she watched as he tied the rope on the ceiling ,at first she was skeptical of all of this but the idea of being tied up tickled and tortured simply turned her on, like eyes watering, struggling to breathe, wanting to crawl out of her skin because she will be experiencing such intense discomfort from tickling and torture. After tying the rope to the ceiling he asked her if she wanted to continue with it or not, she might regret it later but she ignored him "I'm all yours" she said sensually and cuffed herself and then crawled to him, "oh well let's do this" he said tying the rope tightly on the cuff's chain. "Let's begin" he said, Daichi brought her closer to him, without hesitation he placed his mouth on her bellybutton and gave it a good suck, eliciting a loud moan from Omalicha, she felt her bellybutton unfold inside Daichi's mouth, she felt like her vitality was being siphoned away through her bellybutton as it grew in size in his mouth. Daichi strengthened the suction until her umbilical flesh was inside his mouth, he nearly choked because of this. Daichi released her bellybutton from his mouth and allowed her take a glance of her bellybutton which was completely out, Omalicha marveled at it's size and how nice and sore it felt. Without warning Daichi reached for her bellybutton scraped the tip of the soft umbilical flesh, she tried to fight the irresistible urge squirm but she couldn't, she let out a loud moan and began to squirm spasmodically, the sensations were just too much for her mortal body. She was tied up she couldn't do anything, her vulnerable protruding umbilical flesh was just out there to be tortured mercilessly. Daichi grabbed on it and yanked it outwards, she let out another high pitched scream struggling furiously at her bonds. Her head thrusted from side to side, she was soaked in her sweat she couldn't take it but Daichi hadn't started yet. He pulled out a feather with stiff veins and fluffy veins,he dabbed her bellybutton Omalicha gritted her teeth. "Oh you think you're tough" he said, Daichi dabbed her bellybutton she began to squirm he did it again and again and then he changed motion he traced her naked belly back and forth, she strained her belly and her bellybutton seemed to jutt out more. "Interesting, your bellybutton and your body want more, better give it what it wants"he said with a grin from ear to ear "I think I had enough"she said panting "No you don't, your body wants more"he said Daichi unhooked her bra and exposed her tities, he didn't waste any time he moved the feather along her shoulders, to her chest down to her cleavage and with lightning quickness he swept under the tits, she was filled with ecstasy she began to giggle like a little girl. And without warning Daichi's hands shot out and fluttered two little downy feathers behind Omalicha's ears, she sputtered and giggled involuntarily. "HEEEEEEE HEEEEEE HEEEEEEE STOOOO HOOO HOOOP" Daichi kept attacking her highly sensitised body, more waves of pleasure bashed her internally as he kept going. Daichi went back and tickled her bellybutton more and more waves of pleasure exploded she let out a slutty, muffled moan against her will, her first orgasm rocked her body, her thighs were throbbing. Daichi paused and asked her if she liked it she shyly looked elsewhere and nodded yes. Still tied to the ceiling, Daichi moved closer, he saw the wet spot on her pantie, he attacked her poor bellybutton which was now irritated, he took out a brush stroked her bellybutton up and down Omalicha tried to twist away from the brush, but there was no way she was tied and bound by him and her helpless bellybutton couldn't evade her tickler. Daichi's excitement hadn't peaked yet he kept going mercilessly, tear filled, swollen eyes, Omalicha let out another howling laughter."WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO HOOOOOO HOO". Daichi changed the pacing to intense, Omalicha lost all control, contorting her body, tossing her head back and forth in a loud fit of squeals. With all her might she screamed "PLEASEEEEEE STOOOOOPP" "Sorry I don't understand Engrish"he said with a Japanese accent "YAMETEEEE" "Huh" "YAMATE KUDASAIIIIIIIII" "NANI?"He burst out laughing This gaijin was something else he thought. Her orgasm had subsided but he wanted to tease her more, Daichi launched his lips on her bellybutton and sucked her bellybutton, she felt a combination of shame, disgust, and fear along with a perverse tingle of excitement as he kept sucking. This was so good that she had forgotten about her problems, Daichi seemed to be draining all her pain and suffering. She shrieked as he used all his might and strengthened the suction, she was in Dreamland. But that savage beast bit her bellybutton, she wailed uncontrollably her eyes opened wide with horror, she couldn't take it! it was excruciating she convulsed with unparalleled vigor. Daichi then released her inflamed bellybutton her eyes still widened in horror, he uncuffed her she dropped on the bed tired, panting swallowing hard, she just lied there twitching while her bellybutton stuck out. Daichi watched in awe. "What a sight"he said Like a gentleman, he picked her up and took her to his apartment and left her rest there. He came back to her apartment and tidied everything and even washed the sheets. Hours later she woke up and found herself down to her birthday suit in his room, she was embarrassed and scared she got up and went to the kitchen. She found him cooking, whatever he was cooking sure smelled good and familiar. He asked her to see what he was cooking, she refused and said she needs to take a shower before that. He walked across the room to her and when he got there he took a whiff of her scent. His force awakened. "That's one of the most feminine thing I've ever smelled"he remarked "Heh, what do you mean" she blushed "Oh nothing, you see I'm cooking something I'm sure you're gonna like it, well it's sorta like a fusion, a blend between two dishes to make a new one, come and see" he grabbed her hand and took her to the stove "You're cooking jollof rice"she gleamed with excitement "Sorta, I'm making butadon, using jollof rice as the base I know it's a complete dish but I'm going to top it with sweet grilled pork loins and make the perfect rice bowl dish"he said "That's sounds delicious" "Wanna join me?" "Yes"she said shyly "But first I need to take a shower"she said "Sure, you can take it here if you want" "No thank you" "Oh ok, but are you going to go outside like that, I know it's dark but I don't want anyone to see my lady like that" like a child he pouted and took off his white shirt "Your lady?"she giggled "Yes"he said buttoning the shirt "Oh ok"she covered her blushing face With that she went to her apartment and took a shower and then returned later. When she got there she was greeted with the delicious smell that filled the entire apartment. She took a single step and Daichi quickly picked her up and took her to the table. "I don't want you to walk for today" "This is ridiculous"she giggled "But why" "Tomorrow I want to tickle those beautiful toes of yours not to forget the soles too" "No!, I've had enough of torture maybe you should be the one that has to be tortured" "I'm ok with that"he said "And your bellybutton, you haven't shown me" "I don't have a problem with that either, you'll see it but mine is not as interesting as yours, yours is the kind of bellybutton I imagined a succubus would"he said "Oh ok" "So what about an Incubus , what kind of bellybutton you thing they can have?" "Well I don't know maybe oval shaped innies"he said "That's boring I think the ones that are shaped like swirls would be perfect"she said "Maybe, let's eat before the food gets cold" "Yeah" They spent the night together, playing Tekken 8 and conversing. Daichi enjoyed her company he has never brought a girl to his apartment before. That night was really special for him, they both fell asleep on the couch. In the morning Daichi woke up and found Omalicha resting her head on his chest, he panicked at first and later calmed down he didn't want to wake her up. He layed her head on a pillow and sneaked out, he went to the bathroom and took a leak before going to the kitchen. Omalicha woke up. "Where am I"she yawned between words "You're awake, good" "We spent the the night together"her eyebrows raised "Yes but nothing happened"he said "I'm glad" "Wanna join me for breakfast"he asked "Tell me, why are you doing this, why have you been nice to me, do you have an agenda" "No, why would I" "You see nice guys are nice until they get something they want, that scares me. Just be honest" "What's with this, showing a benevolent gesture makes me sus, aren't we dating" "But" "But what, didn't I promise you that I'll be honest with everything as much as I can,and yes I want to fuck you but that's not the point, and I hate this "nice guy" label you're giving me, I'd say I'm a good guy. Don't worry I don't have any ulterior motives." "Ok"she ran across the room and gave him a hug"promise me" she said "Yeah, so do you want to join me for breakfast"he said, she smiled eagerly and said "yes". Daichi gave her a passionate smooch. After having their breakfast, Daichi asked her if she ever traveled to Hokkaido, expectedly she said no. Daichi wanted to take a trip with her to Asahikawa, she refused she said she doesn't have enough money for a trip like that, she could only afford spending money around here in Tokyo. Daichi told her not to worry he had covered everything and bought two flights to Hokkaido. She expressed that she doesn't deserve something like that, but Daichi ended up convincing her he pointed out that they both needed a gateway to release these negative emotions. They've been depriving themselves with joy for a long time. In the next hour they got ready and took a flight to Hokkaido. When they got there they sent their luggage to a Ryokan Daichi had booked, it was a bit cold but they were still going to have fun. First they stopped at Asahiyama Zoo, it was busier than usual but they managed to spend some time with the penguins and took a couple of pictures. After that they visited Zerubu Hills but because it getting more cold they didn't spend much time there they went to a restaurant that serves Ainu food. Daichi decided to take her to the Kawamura Kaneto Ainu Memorial Hall which was Hokkaido's oldest museum of Ainu culture, it was opened by Kawamura Kaneto, it's exhibit contained approximately five hundred artifacts of Ainu lifestyle and clothing. This was special for Daichi because he was Ainu, he revealed that on his father's side they're Ainu and his Ainu name is Ekashiba which he was given by his grandma. Omalicha was surprised, she looked up what Ekashiba meant, she found out that it means "someone who can do great things". They returned to the Inn because it was getting colder. When they got inside their room Omalicha pushed Daichi to the bed, she gave him a seductive look and then took off her clothes. Daichi watched her as she sexily did that. Omalicha was now in her pink bra and panty, she asked him to take off his clothes but he hesitated. "Down to your birthday suit"she said seductively "No I don't think we can do this today, it's cold" "C'mon, you want to be tortured, right" "Yeah, but.." "But what, this is something you wanted all along. Don't worry about the cold, our bodies will heat up soon but only if you go inside me" "Ok let's do this" "How are we going to do it if you're still on your clothes" "Ok fine" Daichi off his clothes but he was being slow, Omalicha helped him with it. Daichi was now on his grey LMAO undies. "Oh my gosh that is so cuteeeee"her voice squeaked upon seeing his bellybutton. His bellybutton was a swirl, it wasn't a perfect swirl but it was meaty and cute. His bellybutton complimented his fine abs and the happy trail really did it for Omalicha. His bellybutton was a little red Daichi rubbed it, she watched in awe as he did that. Daichi was embarrassed, he thought she was just messing with him but she was serious his bellybutton was cute she couldn't take her eyes off of it, it was hypnotic. Omalicha asked him again if he wanted to be tortured, he crazily nodded. Daichi got on top of the bed and waiting for her, Omalicha had brought ropes to tie him up, I mean it was only fair since he tied yesterday. She spread his legs and arms and tied them to the bed tightly,and then she cushioned his head with a pillow. She leaped on top of him she lowered her head and gave him a smooch before running her magical hands across his chest. She flicked his right nipple and stroked the left one eliciting a light grunt from. She did this several times until he began to laugh while his breath quickened. Omalicha wanted to make him laugh even more he fought an irresistible urge to squirm but he gave in and tossed his head left and right as she scribbled her naughty fingers under his armpits. He hollered like a hyena as she tickled his heightened armpits, he continuously squirmed he couldn't run away from her hands as she was on top of him, and the ropes were tightly fastened. The room temperature rose because of their heating bodies, his face was now red Omalicha turned around and attacked his soles, she scrabbled her fingers up and down his soles tickling vigorously throughout,he curled his toes it was too much he couldn't take it anymore. He let out a howling laughter sweating, his laughter was encouraging her she went on mercilessly, Daichi began to thrust his body up she didn't give him any chance to breathe at all she tickled his soles for ten minutes it got to the point that he stopped squirming but he twitched a little, his body was like shutting it's senses down. Omalicha was tired of using her fingers she took a fluffy feather and stroked his soles and moved around and between the toes and once again he collapsed in paroxysms of laughter. He tried to wiggle one of his foot away but she held it down and used her body weight to keep his leg in place she tickled his highly sensitized feet, he was laughing hard as if he had a gelastic seizure his cute face was now crimson, she was exhausted from all the tickling she stopped. Omalicha lied on his sweaty chest taking fast short breaths until she gained composure, Daichi was exhausted too he shut his eyes and stayed still. They lied there for minutes, Omalicha could feel his heart beat slowing down back to normal. Omalicha got up and reached for the cotton buds. "I'm sorry I have to do this"she licked her lips lustfully And suddenly she sticked the cotton bud and expertly swirled through the folds of his bellybutton, surprisingly it didn't evoke any emotion. She sat there disappointed. Daichi realised that and laughed he told her that earlier he tortured his bellybutton when she wasn't watching, he claimed that it was numb. Omalicha was angry she felt cheated on but all hope wasn't lost. "Your bellybutton is numb, right?"she asked "Obviously"he said struggling to hold back his laughter "You're going to regret it"she stared him wickedly "Sure"he laughed "I'll pop it out and bite it so hard that you'll cry and beg me to stop, you shouldn't have tortured it without me". She said with a slight grin on her face "No no no no no no don't do that, I'm going to die". "No you won't, you bit mine yesterday it was painful and yet it felt good, I want to share that feeling with you. Think of me as a succubus I only want to bless you with pleasure". "You can't"he said "What's going to stop me mmmh?"she laughed wickedly "No, you can't"his eyes were filled with horror,his breath sped up "Watch me" Omalicha launched her lips on his bellybutton and began to suck it out. Daichi felt it unfolds inside her mouth, she kept sucking and until she filled her mouth with his bellybutton. Daichi arched his back as she impaled his bellybutton with her tongue she stroked it up and down and his breath sped up more. Daichi expected pain but he was surprised to feel a growing excitement as he looked down and saw her sunken cheeks from sucking his bellybutton. She was doing sorcery on his bellybutton, he sighed pleasantly and looked up. Omalicha kept sucking it until he was fully in a trance of ecstasy. Her jaw was aching from the effort as her tongue lashed back and forth she wanted to end this, without warning she bit his bellybutton eliciting loud grunt from him. He was horrified and confused. "I got you where I wanted"she giggled and went for another bite Daichi arched his back and began to shake with unparalleled vigor. Omalicha buried her face and gave it another bite and then watched him squirm as tears filled his eyes. She wasn't done yet she took a crocodile clamp and place it on his bellybutton, Daichi let out a bull's moan. Omalicha was SCARAOUSED she watched him struggle writhing on the bed. And suddenly Daichi managed to free his right hand and with lighting quickness he reached for her bellybutton and squeezed it, Omalicha begged and cried. His force awakened because of her cries he told her to untie him if she wanted him to stop and she did quickly. Both of them felt unbearably hot they took off their undies, they were now naked. Omalicha leaped onto him, they started smooching and kissing, Daichi reached for one of her boobie he squeezed it to his heart’s content while she lustfully moaned rubbing his stiff throbbing cock. Daichi flipped her over he was on his knees he mounted her legs onto his shoulders while she guided his dick to her pussy. Daichi grabbed her hips grinding her crotch against his, finally he was inside. He started with long slow strokes making sure she was comfortable and then he sped up the pace she began to moan softly. He kept the pace consistent but her moans increased, her moans were encouraging him to pump faster, and then he grabbed her by the waist firmly and rocked her crotch against his dick she sighed pleasantly as he worked, encouraging him onwards. "OOOOHHHHH OOOHHHHH OOOHHHHH" Her moans intensified, Daichi saw her inflamed protruding bellybutton and pressed it like a switch. She tossed her head sides ways savagely, she orgasmed. Daichi kept ramming her pussy simultaneously fondling with her bellybutton, she was moaning crazily. Her bellybutton seemed to be a switch that needed to be messed with. A wave of warmth from his crotch area coursed through his body and he busted it was just too good, the warm juices inside felt good. Daichi pulled out his cock and flipped her around she was on her knees, he reached her protruding bellybutton from behind and squeezed it. With frantic squeals she begged him to stop. He squeezed her bellybutton meat she sobbed begging him again and again, it was more than she could take she was on fire from the waist down. She looked over her shoulder, her back arched as her hair clung to her face sobbing. "You're gonna pay"she sniffled and reached for his bellybutton and pulled it. Daichi clenched his teeth trying hard not to give in. Omalicha sniffled and giggled, she thought he was being selfish for not moaning, she wanted him to equally participate on moaning. She grabbed his bellybutton again and pulled it every direction, finally Daichi let out a moan. Omalicha looked at him still flushed and panting from the bellybutton torture somehow she knew where he'd be most sensitive right now, she giggled. Her giggles were cut off by a beastly moan, as her body responded to the rapidly pounding cock stretching her wide. She was caught off guard but this was good for Daichi he punished her pussy, before she knew it, another orgasm slammed into her, fuzzing her mind as she muttered "Ekashiba Ekashiba Ekashibaaaaaaaa". "Zawarudo wourdn't know how zis is gorzen"He said with a Japanese accent "Golden? Is it that good" she asked panting between words. Daichi nodded urgently in affirmation. Daichi reached for her bellybutton again and gave it a squeeze while pounding her more. Omalicha grunted and moaned with each exhalation Ya boy wasn't playing around. Daichi was thrilled hearing her moans intensifying each thrust, Daichi grinned and said "They don't call me Ekashiba for nothing". He kept fucking her like that until he busted again, he pulled out and she immediately collapsed on the bed and Daichi lied beside her panting, they lied there for while until they gained composure. Omalicha rolled over to Daichi and gave him a kiss and said that he gave her a wonderful time. Daichi told her that he had a great time too. Omalicha got up and told Daichi that she was going to get a shower and then relax in the onsen if he wanted should he follow her, Daichi smiled and headed to the shower with her. Daichi sat on the Hinoki stool and switched the shower valve and scrubbed his head while Omalicha applied Pelican For Back Medicated Soap on her boobs until there were bubbles covering her bosom. "What are you doing"he asked "Isn't it obvious I'm washing your back"she said pressing her boobs on his back and swirled around them around "Be sure to change position and strength when you press your boobs into me" he said "Move them left and right and in circles not just up and down"he continued "Ooo that makes me feel good"she said After their shower, Omalicha soaked into the private open-air onsen/Rotenburo it felt wonderful while she listened to Clairvoyant by MISOGI, she looked up to the stars and the sky for a moment and then snow began to fall. Omalicha watched one glittering snowflake land on the back of her hand, it was followed by another one. She was able to see each unique pattern these small wonders possessed, she was filled with joy she always thought every snowflake looked the same maybe the reason was that she always looked snowflakes from a distance. Daichi had wrapped himself with a blanket, a cold wind kissed against his flushed red cheeks, he exhaled sharply hesitating to join Omalicha. She called for him and he told her to wait because he wanted to pop out his bellybutton before soaking in. "Uhh"he grunted after popping out his sore bellybutton, and then took off his blue pants and joined her Omalicha was excited they smooched and kissed in the water, Omalicha noted that her bellybutton wasn't sore anymore, did the hot spring heal it up?. Daichi explained that when soaking in a hot spring the body blocks the pain receptors that's why she doesn't feel any pain. Omalicha was relieved from the fatigue and pain, and her bellybutton was popped out it felt like it was always out. And a film formed on her skin resulting to a slightly tacky feeling after her bath, the onsen was great she would love to do this again. After the hot bath they tried the Japanese cold milk with onsen tamago eggs, Omalicha took a sip of furutsu gyuunyuu (fruit milk) while Daichi sipped koohii gyuunyuu (coffee milk) and conversed until midnight and then they had a restful sleep. Both of them weren't planning on losing their virginity but it happened, their love blossomed because of that, Omalicha was glad to have someone like Daichi by her side.

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Margot Hollingsworth II had been far too pregnant for far too long. Of course her dearest husband sprang for every expense to ensure her comfort over the past nine months, but there’s only so much that weekly seaweed wraps and Swedish massages can do for the pain of carrying around such unruly twins. Their constant kicking and somersaults had her exhausted, and the weight of her bump had her back constantly aching. Her one solace was being in the water, where she was able to float and relieve her back pain while the gentle movement soothed the babies inside her. The Hollingsworth family had been part of the most exclusive country club in the state for generations, and she was able to enjoy their luxury spa treatments, nonstop gourmet snacks, and the unchlorinated, spring-water filtered pool every day for the last month of her pregnancy. The staff were used to her constant presence and one of the poolside cabanas was always set up with extra pillows and towels just for her, with her drinks and snacks constantly replenished before she even needed to ask– a pregnant woman’s dream. “Good morning Mrs. Hollingsworth, how are you feeling today?” As she approached the pool gate, one of the young lifeguards greeted her and gallantly offered his arm to lead her to the cabana. Margot was always forgetting the help’s names but she believed his name was Timothy or something similar. However, she remembered his face as she always appreciated the friendly belly rubs he gave her. “I am doing well, how is the pool looking today?” With his help, she gingerly sat down on a padded pool chair and waited for him to arrange some pillows in a satisfactory pile before she leaned back in her seat. He crouched down beside her and gently rubbed her bump as he spoke, smiling up at her relaxed expression. “The temperature is nice and warm, just as you like it, and it looks like you’ll have it to yourself for the next little while. We’ve got the wait staff bringing you your favourite tea set with an assortment of finger sandwiches and fresh scones–today’s flavours are preserved lemon and thyme.” There was a reason Margot loved coming here, the staff tended to her every desire before she even asked for it, giving her the first-class treatment that her prestige deserved. She felt the muscles tighten under Timothy’s hand and she winced, arching her back against the pillows. “Madam, are you alright?” He paused his movements in concern, and she fixed his hand with a glare until he continued rubbing her again. Margot closed her eyes and breathed until the ache subsided, feeling the lifeguard’s stare on her the whole time. “Yes, of course I am fine. I have just been feeling some pains all day and I cannot wait to get into the water and relax,” she replied, dismissing his concern with a coy smile. The cramps had been coming and going steadily since early that morning, but her due date wasn’t for another week and her obstetrician was one of the finest in the country so Margot was confident she had time. The tension in her back was getting to be very painful though, and she decided to get into the pool to relax rather than wait for her tea spread to arrive. She reached for Timothy’s hand to assist her in standing back up, but he grasped her shoulder to halt her. “Mrs. Hollingsworth, are you sure you shouldn’t be resting, or maybe seeing a doctor?” “I do appreciate your concern, but I am well aware of my limitations and what my body needs. Now if you wouldn’t mind escorting me to the pool steps?” Looking abashed, the lifeguard assisted her out of the lounger and walked her to the edge of the water. Margot noticed him watching her wade deeper until the water gently flowed over her bump, and she smiled at him before going further into the depths to relax. It felt like hours had passed as she simply floated in the water, relaxing as the babies slowed their movements and the regular aches became much less intense against her back. Eventually she decided that she wanted to get into the shade to reapply some sunscreen and hydrate–with how much her skin had been stretching during her pregnancy, Margot was taking great pains to maintain her flawless complexion. As soon as she started climbing the steps of the pool she began to feel so much heavier, the buoyancy of the water no longer assisting her in carrying the weight of her bump. “Excuse me, young man? Would you be a dear and escort me to my seat? I forgot how heavy my belly was outside of the pool,” she asked a pool attendant while cupping one arm around her bump, her dewy tan skin on full display in the petite bikini she wore. The man blushed, striding over to her with his eyes locked to her bump as he offered his elbow. As they reached her cabana, she handed the attendant her bottle of sunscreen and leaned back in the sun lounger with a cup of tea in hand, expecting him to rub the cream over her exposed skin. His face only grew more flushed as he applied it first to her arms and legs, then over her rounded middle. “Mmm, that feels fantastic, you’re excellent at this,” Margot couldn’t help but to sigh at the sensation of his strong hands spreading the lotion over her tender and taut skin. Her eyes slipped closed and the babies within her kicked gently against the young man’s hands. His fingers brushed against the cups of her bikini top, causing her nipples to pucker a bit at the sensation, and his wide circles around the swell skimmed the waist of her bikini bottoms only inches above her swollen pussy. Her luxury brand of sun cream was very expensive, but Margot didn’t complain about how he kept squeezing more and more onto her skin, not when the massage was so calming. He rubbed firmly over her bump, and Margot couldn’t help but to shiver every time his calloused palms brushed against her protruding navel. However, this tender massage didn’t alleviate the pain of being out of the water and she could feel the pains return worse than ever before. She couldn’t help but to moan, but the pool attendant interpreted this as being a moan of pleasure and gave her a smug grin before intensifying his caresses. Margot focused more on the sensation of his steady hands than of the rising tension of her muscles and relaxed into his grasp when it was over, melting like putty into the massage. His hands wandered more and more, squeezing her ass and gently kneading her breasts, but it distracted her from the recurring pains so she just enjoyed the feeling. This continued for a while longer until the pains became too strong for even the sensual massage to help so she sat up in order to immerse herself back into the pool. The man’s hands pulled away from her bikini top, and Margot couldn’t tell if it was still wet from the pool water or if he had inadvertently caused her to leak milk into the fabric. “Help me back into the pool, I need to float again.” She reached her hand out imperiously, expecting him to escort her back into the water and he smirked in amusement as he obeyed her command. Freshly sunscreened and hydrated, Margot was ready to relax. Being able to float and relieve the pressure on her back allowed her to fully zone out and she began practicing the meditative breathing her up-scale maternity guru Colette had taught her. Centering her mind, she let the waves of pain and pressure wash over her as she ignored them with self-focus. Mindfulness and bodily detachment were two techniques that Colette emphasized and all the other mums at the country club swore by her methods, so Margot let the water wash over her as she pushed all thoughts of pain from her mind. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed as she drifted in the pool but she wasn’t able to ignore the pain any longer as her belly began to tighten. Margot attempted to twist her back to ease the pain and immediately began sinking like a stone, too shaky and stressed out to continue floating. The pressure made it difficult to even swim straight and she was mortified as she was forced to start doggy-paddling. Margot rarely regretted her actions, but the pressure had been building and now even the water wasn’t soothing her regular pains. She attempted to swim towards the steps, but every kick in the water sent waves of pain up her spine and she could barely make it to the edge of the pool without losing her breath. Gripping the tile, she inched her way down the perimeter until she reached a pool ladder. “Oww, what’s happening?” The twinges were coming faster now and getting stronger, and Margot was fairly sure that she’d been having contractions and not just the Braxton-Hicks she thought they were. Her plan upon starting contractions had been to call her husband to take her to the exclusive luxury birthing centre where she could relax with her doula masseuse and get an epidural, but her phone was in her cabana at the other end of the deck. She caught her breath as the contraction subsided and began to practice the lamaze breathing that Colette had taught her. Inhaling deeply, she braced herself to climb the pool ladder but immediately dropped back down as soon as she breached the surface. The pain was already awful, but the water had been helping tremendously with the pressure and there was no way Margot was going to be able to force herself out of it to reach her phone. “Mrs. Hollingsworth, is everything alright?” Crouching in front of her was Timothy, looking concerned as she gripped the ladder railings tightly. “Do you need assistance getting up the ladder?” Margot glared at him bitterly, making him look away. “I’m doing fabulously, just practicing my maternity stretches. The water is great to relieve tension.” The lifeguard didn’t look convinced, and she caught his eyes darting below the water to where her bump was rising and falling with each laboured breath. “Are you sure? Could I help you with anything at all?” She struggled to twist her expression into a calm smile, one that wasn’t convincing in the slightest. Before she could respond to him, another contraction slammed into her and she maintained all of her focus on keeping the smile on her face. “Mrs. Hollingsworth?” “I’m fine! Go away,” she snapped, her smile becoming a grimace as her façade slipped even further. Not wanting to get in trouble with such a prominent member of the club, the lifeguard walked away nervously, leaving Margot to drop her head and groan with relief and pain. The next contraction hit before the last even ended, and she could feel the need to push beginning to grow. “Oh god..oh god…” Margot couldn’t help but moan in frustration under her breath, the pain was becoming unbearable and she could barely keep herself afloat without hanging onto the railings on the pool ladder. The pressure had been building lower and lower, and now she couldn’t tread water with how spread apart her legs were. “Ffffff...fuck fuck,” she whined, bearing down ever so slightly against the pressure between her legs. The feeling got worse as the first baby moved further down within her, but the strain of pushing felt so natural and instinctive that she did it again as the next contraction hit. She wasn't able to hold her legs open wide, as the gentle waves would make her legs drift back together, and bracing her feet against the wall just moved her whole body backwards. It was difficult to push properly while floating, and Margot felt herself getting more frustrated with every contraction. She let go of the railing to grasp one of her thighs for leverage, making it easier to push but her weak grip on the ladder caused her to briefly slip under the surface. Both hands on the railing, she pulled herself back up, spluttering from the water she'd inhaled while pushing. Her coughing was interspersed with grunts and moans as she tried to bear down with the contraction, making a scene as she kicked up water in her attempts to spread her legs. "Mrs. Hollingsworth, are you okay?" The lifeguard was back, even more nervous than before, and Margot finally lost her temper with the young man. "Do I look okay? Stop... ugh... asking s-stupid questions and do somethiiiiing!" "Come, get out of the pool," he said, reaching a hand down to Margot and receiving a nasty glare in return. "If I could get out of the pool, I would," she snapped, tucking her chin to her chest as she pushed again. The mortification of having a fit lifeguard watching her give birth was being outweighed by her desperation and she just grunted at his next few questions, too focused on her own body to actually listen to his words. Finally he decided to enter the pool to help, splashing Margot further as he jumped in. He swam up to her, laying a hand on her bump and feeling the tension in her muscles as her belly contracted. “Has your water broken?” His expression was horrified as he treaded water in front of the labouring woman, and she screeched through gritted teeth as she pushed again. “H- how would I know? Nghhhh… I’m in the fucking pool, Timothy, it’s not like I’d notice more water! Ohhhhh ohhh hhuhhh…” His expression changed from horror to a tinge of disgust, and he surveyed the water around him as if to try and avoid her fluids. At the sound of another moan, he looked up and saw her grimace, watching as she pushed again. There didn’t seem to be anyone else remaining on the pool deck so there was no one else who could help Margot through this. “Timothy, do something!” She screeched, panting heavily to catch her breath between contractions. Her face was wet with a combination of sweat, tears and pool water as she stared up at him pleadingly. Not knowing how to assist, the lifeguard just stammered for a moment. “Actually my name’s Thomas, I-” “I-ughhh I don’t care what your name is! Nghhh- mnnnnhhh… I need you to go under the water and cheECK MEEE!” The lifeguard gave her an alarmed look, but she grunted again and she struggled to hold back her urge to push. Her hips jerked and sloshed water towards him. Margot could feel someone moving behind her, and a pair of legs slipped into the pool behind her for her to lean on. She draped her arms against either thigh as she leaned her head back against a muscular abdomen, finding the warm skin more comfortable than the metal handrails she’d previously been using to hold herself up. Looking up, she saw the smiling face of the pool attendant who had been doting upon her bump, and he reached a hand down to caress it again as she gripped his leg in pain. The lifeguard in the water glared at his coworker before diving under the surface to check on Margot’s progress. Despite his reluctance he pulled her bottoms to the side and slipped two fingers within her, feeling around unfamiliarly before brushing his fingertips against something solid. “Uh, Mrs. Hollingsworth, I think I felt a head? There’s something in there,” he said shakily, dodging as her leg jolted towards him. “Fuck, get it out!! Ohhhhhh oh AHHH!” Her screams were piercing, and he ducked his head under the water again to muffle the noise. She pressed her head back in pain, and she could feel a bulge beginning to grow behind her as she groaned. Opening her eyes again, she looked up to see a wry smile on the pool attendant’s face as he acknowledged his arousal in this moment. Unable to move away while in such pain, she leaned back again and tried to enjoy the feeling of his hand against her belly while she pushed. Looking through the water, Thomas could see the fabric of her bikini bottoms beginning to bulge out between her legs. Reaching out, he brushed his fingertips against the swell and Margot bucked her hips against him, the bulge growing ever so slightly. The baby’s head was trapped within her stretchy maternity bikini, and he skimmed her hip to find the bows tying them closed. He gently tugged the strings on either side of her waist and the fabric floated down to the pool floor, leaving her bottom half bare and her pussy exposed to him. Her lips were swollen, bulging outwards from the pressure of the baby’s head, and Thomas could see her thighs trembling, sending little ripples through the water. He let his palm rest against the bulge, feeling as the head continues to shift down with the force of her pushes. Feeling lightheaded from the combination of holding his breath so long and the alarming sight in front of him, Thomas allows himself to breach the surface of the water to take a breath. He gasps to fill his lungs again and he dives back down to avoid the sound of Margot’s pained cries. Knuckles going white on the thighs of the pool boy supporting her, Margot pushes again, grunting at the effort of getting this baby out. The pressure in her pelvis is being overtaken by a new pain, a burning stretch between her legs where she knows the baby is beginning to emerge. Under the water, the other lifeguard runs his fingers around the baby’s head where it is just barely visible, watching as Margot’s belly tightens and her lips stretch even further. Though the water muffles the noise, he can still barely hear her groans as she struggles to push. The water around him becomes cloudy as the head continues to slip out, her lips stretching thin around the head. “Ohhh fuck oh my god, why now?” Margot thrashes in the water as she pushes, her only source of comfort is the pool attendant caressing her tightening belly. One of her hands leaves his thigh, trusting his support to hold her steady, and she lets it float down to rest between her thighs. She can feel the lifeguard’s hands hovering awkwardly around her, but she runs her fingers along the bulge there and can feel it growing as she pushes again. The burning sensation grows almost unbearably, but there is a primal relief in pushing that she is unable to deny. As the current contraction ends Margot is able to catch a breath and lean back against one of the muscled thighs of the pool attendant behind her. “Thank you,” she sighs, trying to regain her strength before the next contraction hits her. She can feel her pussy swell with the pressure of her baby’s head and though she wants desperately to push it out of her, the fear of tearing stops her from giving in. The next contraction is unproductive. The pool boy caressing her is encouraging, praising her as she pushes, and she can feel the young man in front of her as he gently massages her labia and perineum. However, the unexpected speed of her labour hasn’t allowed her pussy to stretch as much as she’d hoped and she can feel her skin reach her limit before the head slides back within her again. Simply allowing her skin to stretch with the force of her baby’s head, she breathes deeply until the next contraction, encouraging her lifeguard to massage her skin to soften it for her next push. The pain comes suddenly, surprising her mid-breath and leaving her panting as she pushes instinctually and breathlessly. It’s more intense than any of her previous contractions and she feels the burn get more intense as her hole stretches wider and wider. The lifeguard in front of her, Timothy Thomas pops his head back up, his expression excited and nauseous. “The head is almost out, keep going, ma’am!” Margot pushes even harder, holding her breath as she focuses all her energy down into her bottom, bearing down against the pressure deep within her. The stretch hurts more with every second and she feels like she’s burning hotter and hotter until she feels a tap on her inner thigh underwater and reflexively stops pushing. “Stop, I think you need to wait with the next contraction so you don’t rip anything!” She would ignore this advice but for the fact that she heard her maternity guru give her the same advice in her birthing sessions, so she forces herself to breathe high in her chest and ignore the desperate urge to push and the burning between her legs. The pool attendant supporting her provides more firm rubs to her bump and she focuses on the sensation, feeling his thumb rub over her protruding navel sensually. As the contraction grows stronger she finds it harder to resist the urge to push, but the gravelly murmurs of her aroused pool boy are able to distract her. Though she didn’t think anyone could enjoy the sight of her giving birth, his personal attention is bizarrely soothing and she can just barely stop herself from bearing down. When the contraction stops she almost sobs in relief, feeling her skin stretch around the head and knowing that the widest part of it has passed through her. Her lips are throbbing and twitching around the head and she feels a bizarre sense of excitement for the next contraction as her whole body anticipates the opportunity to push this baby out. This primal urge is overwhelming, her heart is pounding in time with the throbbing of her pussy and the only thing she can feel is the reassuring feeling of hands against her inner thighs under the water. “Nghhhhhh ohh fuckk… oh mygodddd” Margot pushes harder than she ever thought possible, feeling her face grow hot and her lungs deflate as all her bodily energy is centered between her legs to get this first baby out of her. Almost ready to give up and feeling lightheaded from her pushing, she feels a slight pop as the head slides out. Her hand between her legs cups it, swatting away the lifeguard’s hand in order to gently run her thumb against the delicate features of the baby’s face. Now that the first hurdle has been passed, Margot feels a sense of ease with the next contraction as pushing has become a familiar sensation to her. The feeling of hands rubbing encouragingly against her inner thighs as her pool attendant supports her weight is enough to help her push the baby out, feeling the shoulders rotate and slide out in one fluid motion. “Oh my gooooddddddd,” she moans, reaching her hands out as Thomas surfaces again, handing Margot her firstborn so that she can cradle him to her chest. He has a sweet face and his wails are the sweetest sound she’s ever heard, resting her head against the pool boy’s thigh as her shaky arms hold him tight against her breast. She watches his lashes flutter and his fists squeeze open and closed before she begins feeling the next contraction, startled by the pain before remembering her first baby’s twin is yet to be born. Margot panics for a moment, unsure as to where to rest her baby before the pool attendant above her gently cradles the child, holding it as Margot clutches his muscular thighs once again. The pushing now feels instinctual, like what she was born to do and what she was always meant to do with her body. The contractions are coming faster and she has no idea how long it has been since the first baby was born, time is flowing backwards in her mind. The panic has turned to a sense of peace, the only thing on her mind is her babies, her body, and the two young men supporting her as she gives birth in this pool. As she pushes she can hear whimpers above her head and she can’t help but focus on her firstborn baby, being held just above her head by the pool attendant supporting her. The sound of his cries encourages her to bear down, both because she wishes to hear her next baby’s cries but also because she feels a need to finish birthing soon in order to hold them both in her arms. Her pushing seems to go on for hours and she’s not sure how long it takes her, her pussy already tender and sore from the first birth. While her slit only burned when she started crowning with the first baby, the sensation remains while she pushes with the second and she’s unsure how far she is with the second. The lifeguard between her legs only surfaces to catch his breath, never remaining above water long enough for her to ask how things are going. Margot feels like nothing is happening and can’t help but to cry out, irrationally frightened that her second baby will be stuck inside of her forever. The young man supporting her leans down, holding the baby in his arms against her breast to allow it to suckle against her. His arms press against her torso as he supports the baby’s weight, keeping them both steady against him. As she feels her milk begin to let out as she nurses, her contractions increase in strength as the oxytocin flows through her nervous system. The pool attendant’s arms are wrapped around her, holding the baby against her chest, and she squeezes his legs tightly as she pushes again. The bulge is growing faster than before, her vulva stretched out and sore from the baby she birthed seemingly moments before. She can’t help but to vocalize deeply as the burning arises again, crowning with this next baby as the head stretches her even wider than she was before. Despite her desperation, she can feel the head slide back within her, not fully out enough to keep her open. She pants between the contractions, trying to keep her cool until she is next able to bear down and get this baby out of her. “Mmmmnngghhhhh fuck fuck, ohhhhhhgggghhhh” She can almost see stars in her eyes as she pushes, lightheaded as she puts all her breath and energy into getting this baby out. There are spots in her vision as she bears down, but she feels the gush of the head slipping out of her and gasps, catching her breath now that she knows that she’s almost done. “Come on baby, you can do it, so close,” says the pool boy behind her. Despite the head emerging faster than her previous baby, she can feel the shoulders sliding out of her much more acutely than before as they slowly rotate and move inch by inch through her walls. Her breath hitches with each push but they move forward until the final push and the baby slides out all at once, causing her to gasp at the sudden emptiness within her. The lifeguard in front of her surfaces again, holding her newest child in his arms and assisting her as she rests the baby against her chest tearfully. “Hi baby, I’m so happy you’re here,” she weeps, pressing a kiss to its head. As she murmurs sweet nothings to her baby, the lifeguard swims away and returns with an inner tube, lowering it into the water and assisting her into it. The pool boy helps her cradle the other child, assisting her in holding one in each arm as they gently tug her to the steps of the pool. Paramedics pull a stretcher onto the pool deck, having finally been called by one of the country club employees, and pick up Margot’s belongings to bring with her to the hospital. They gently assist in getting her onto the stretcher, then get the twins settled into her arms. “Wait, hand me my purse before we leave,” Margot asks, handing one of the babies to the paramedic in order to free up her hands. She fumbles into her wallet and pulls out a wad of bills, reaching towards the lifeguard and attendant to hand them the cash as she’s wheeled away. “Thank you so much, I will be speaking to your manager about what wonderful employees you are.” The young men look at the money, rolling their eyes at the $8 tip they received, and walk back to the pool to start cleaning it before the afternoon guests could complain.

This is a work of fiction with just enough truthfulness to be believable. Anyone engaged in sexual activities is at least 18 years of age. I (37M) had come down from RAF Lakenheath the evening of Monday 18 September 2006 on a week and a hall's worth of leave to be with my family in Oxford for my eldest daughter's whose birthday was the next day. Since it had been a while, my wife, the mother of my 4 daughters Kate (61F), had gone to bed at 10:00 pm, so that we could have wild, passionate sex like we always did. We went to sleep, exhausted, spooning on our left sides around 11:00. I got woke up by a hand, gently caressing my hairy chest, and the feeling of bare breasts pressed against my back. Kate was in front of me, her head resting on my arm, and her fragrent gray hair in my face. The hand on my chest moved down to my rapidly hardening manhood. "Katie, what time is it," I asked, knowing it had to be my eldest daughter, the birthday girl. "It's 1:00, Daddy. I'm 18 now, and I want to have a taste of what mommy's been having." "Katie, honey," I said, "I remember what I told you last year after your mother and I told you and your sisters that she is my father's younger sister and my aunt, but if you wait until the weekend, your mother and I will make your first time with me special." "Do you promise, Daddy?" she asked, moving into my field of view. Seeing her bare and rather sizeable breasts for the first time, "Yes I do, and I'll pinky promise you that it will be special," I said holding up my right hand, pinky extended and curved. "Deal, daddy," she said, hooking my pinky with hers. "I love you, Daddy," she said as she leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. "I love you too, Katie." And with that, she was out the door. As the door clicked shut, "You know that you could have taken her right now," chimed in Kate. "I didn't know that you were awake," I said. "I woke up at about the same time that you did," she said, "but I wholeheartedly approve of what you told our dear Katie." "It's hard to imagine that this weekend I'm going to fill my beautiful eldest daughter's pussy up with my cock and semen." "I know Karl isn't it wonderful." "I guess it is," I said leaning in and kissing Kate where her neck and shoulder meet. I reached up with my left hand to start playing with her right breast, while I ran my right hand down her body and started playing in her pubic hair. "What do you think you're doing, Karl?" she moaned. "You know full well what I'm doing Kate, can't you feel the erection that our dearest daughter Katie gave me," I said, rubbing it in her ass. "Our daughter gave you that," she asked between moans? "Yes, she did. Now I'm going to give it to you," I said as I slid my erection into her pussy still slick from our last love making session several hours before, and slowly started pumping it into and out of her. While I made love with my wife I whispered into her ear between nibbles, kisses, and kicks on her shoulder, neck, and ear. "Aunt Kate, did you ever think that we'd be here that first time that we made love at Grandma's house?" "Aunt Kate, you haven't called me that in years." "Not since our 'little' Katie was just a clump of rapidly growing and dividing cells attached to your uterine wall." "Always with the clinical talk. Are you sure you're a cop and not a medic?" "I like the clinical talk. While accurate and proper, it somehow sounds dirtier." She laughed and said, "I love you, Nephew. You've given me four gorgeous and intelligent daughters and made me the happiest woman alive these past 18 years." "I love you too Kate." "Karl," she asked, a worried tone in her voice, "how far do you plan on taking our incestuous family?" "Only as far as you and the girls let me." "Well, one daughter seems ready to let you take her, I'm not certain about the other three." "They have a lot of time to make up their minds," I said, the twins will be 16 in November and Karsyn 14 in December. So that's two and four years respectively. A whole lot of time to decide for or against, several times over." "What about granddaughters," she asked? "That's a question that will have to be answered in over 18 years." As the conversation went on, I continued to slowly pump into and out of my wife while playing with her right breast with my left hand and her clitoris with my right. Kate had five low intensity orgasms before I sprayed her insides with my semen. When I was done, I remained inside her, still kissing and fondling her until I fell out. I don't remember what time we both fell back to sleep, but we remained in the spooning position. For Katie's birthday celebration, they we caught the train to London. We had a nice dinner out as a family (the six of us, Kate, Katie, Karla, Karen, Karsyn, and I) at a moderately fancy French restaurant. Kate, Katie, and I all had wine with our meals, but Karla, Karen, and Karsyn all had grape juice with theirs. After dinner, we took in a play in London's west end. Afterward, we boarded the back to Oxford. Katie thanked her mother, and I immensely for her birthday dinner and a show, and said that we were already making her Saturday night a "special night. Saturday rolls around, after breakfast that morning, Kate takes Katie on a spa and shopping day. The other three protested, and I told them all that their mother and I were making the day special for Katie, and that they each would get the exact same treatment on their 18th birthdays, if they chose to do so. While they were gone, I had the other girls help me strip their mother's and my king-sized bed, and I remade it with new silk sheets. Late that afternoon, at around 4:00, Kate and Katie come home with various bags of things and bags of groceries. Kate goes to the kitchen with the groceries and starts dinner, while Katie goes directly to her room with her bags. I give the other three money to go out to eat, and go watch the new "Pirates of the Caribbean" film and go to my room, shave real close, shower, splash on some after shave, and wait for Kate and Katie nude on my bed. I (37M) had shaved closely, showered, and splashed on aftershave. I was nude save for a bath robe that Kate had handed me prior to coming into my room. So I sat there patiently waiting on my bed for my wife Kate (61F) and daughter Katie(18F). After a bit, Kate and Katie came in. They had matching hair styles (although Katie's hair was curlier and blonder than her mother's silver-gray tresses), they were also wearing matching mid thigh silk robes, stockings, and high heels, albeit in different colors. Kate was wearing black that accentuated her hair color, and Katie was wearing a shade of red that radiated heat and in no small portion unbridled lust. The odd thing was that while wearing black, Kate's nails were red, and Katie's were black. Kate smiled at me and said, "Dinner is severed in the dining room." "Now, please allow me to escort you to dinner, Daddy," said Katie, stepping forward. "Who's special night is this Katie, yours or mine?" "Mine, of course, Daddy. It's just mom, and I discussed it, and this is how I want it." "Fair enough, Hon, then lead the way," I said as I put my arm out, and my gorgeous 18 year old little girl led me down the hallway to the dining room. In the dining room, the table was set for three with silverware and wine glasses. Kate said that she would serve our neal, but asked me to open and pour up the wine. Our first course was clips and guacamole and chips, then borscht, followed by a salad covered with sliced strawberries, figs, beets, and pomegranate bits The fourth course was artichoke hearts, asparagus, and raw oysters on a half shell, and the desert was baklava drizzled with chocolate and honey. The meal was filling, but I wasn't stuffed. Looking at Kate, "Weren't each of those foods supposed to be aphrodisiacs?" "Yes dear, they were," said Kate. "With what our daughter has planned, you're going to be happy thay you ate all of that, dear." After dinner, we all retired to Kate's and my bedroom, wine glasses in hand, and me bringing along the two extra bottles of wine and a cork screw. Earlier in the day, Kate had texted me what Katie wanted done initially after dinner. While I now knew that I didn't have the whole plan, I fully planned on honoring her wishes as I knew them. Once inside, I placed the extra bottles of wine on Kate's vanity along with the cork screw and my wine glass and turned to Kate. My wife untied my robe and dropped it to the floor, leaving me naked. She then kissed me and whispered into my ear, "Did you know that she's still a virgin?" I was looking directly at Katie when Kate told me that, and I guess that Katie knew what her mother had just told me because she blushed and shook her head yes. "So please go easy on her." Turning back to Kate, I kissed her and said, "I'll be as gentle as I can," and stepped up to my daughter. I made eye contact with Katie and slowly walked up to her. She tried to keep eye contact with me, but her eyes would wander all over my nude body, especially my erect 8-inch long manhood. Every time that she did, I'd snap my fingers loudly and make the eye to eye finger motion at her. In my peripheral vision, I saw Kate move around the room to my side of the bed, drop her robe, and pull down the covers. She then got in and moved to the middle of the bed. As I was keeping eye contact with Katie, I wasn't able to see exactly what she was wearing under her robe, but I knew that I soon would. I embraced Katie as I had her mother more times than I could count, never breaking eye contact with her, said, "I love you Katie, it is an honor for me to make you a woman tonight," and I kissed her deeply. She moaned into my kiss, and I kept at it for more than a minute, breathing through my nose. When I broke the kiss, she was out of breath and panting, I stole a glance up to Kate, and she smiled at me with an approving smile. I was able to look at her out fit for the first time. It was a sheer lacey bra and panties set with a matching garter belt. The lingerie left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and I abso-fucking-lutely loved it. With the experience of 18 years of marriage, I asked Kate, without words, just my eyes if Katie's matched hers. Kate simply nodded, "Yes." I resumed kissing my daughter, I kissed her luscious lips, her neck throat and shoulder. My hands are firmly placed on her upper and lower back, while hers are on my hairy chest. I'm making no moves to touch her erogenous zones because I honestly want her to offer herself to me. Another glance at Kate, she's removed her bra and moved to the edge of the bed and motioned me to back Katie up to the bed. I move my hands to Katie's hips and slowly back her towards the bed. Once there, Kate reaches around her daughter and unties her silk robe, reaches up, and lifts it off of her shoulders. As she does, I reposition my hands from outside to inside Katie's robe, but keep them on her hips. Kate drops the robe off of Katie's arms and tosses it across the bed to where hers was. I step back and admire my daughter's body in her sheer lace lingerie. I didn't really get a good look at anything other than shape and size on Tuesday morning, and I can clearly see her dark areolas peeking out from her bra, and whilst they're roughly the same size as her mother's, they're way darker. That and her breasts are definitely a size bigger in spite of her mother's had been (her age and three pregnancies had taken a toll on Kate's breasts and they sagged a great deal but that didn't stop me from playing with them every opportunity that i had), I said, "You're absolutely gorgeous, baby girl," I say, stepping back into her. "Any man would be lucky to be here with you, Katie," I whispered in her ear. " My heart is bursting with happiness that I'm the man that you love enough to give your most precious gift to," I finished with tears flowing down my face. Kate, seeing my tears, embraces us both from behind and starts kissing her daughter's neck and shoulder herself and whispers, "I love you too, Katie. I can't wait to see your father take you," and with that, Kate unclasped and removed her daughter's bra. With her bra removed by her own mother, I brought both of my hands up from Katie's hips to cup and fondled her breasts while flicking my thumbs across her nipples. While Kate pressed her breasts into Katie's back and caressed her daughter from behind. With what we were doing to her, Katie moaned, "Daddy, wouid you please lick my pussy?" "I'd be delighted to Kateie," I whispered to her. Then, looking at Kate, I smiled and whispered, "Pull her onto the bed, babe. I think it's time to taste our little girl." I released Katie's breasts and started kissing my way down her body. I (37M) kissed my way down my daughter Katie's (18F) body, I sucked on each of her gorgeously erect nipples, just wanting a taste of her gorgeous breasts. "Please daddy," Katie pleads between moans of pleasure, "Please lick my pussy. Mommy says that you're really good at it." "Okay honey," I said, "I honestly can't wait to taste you anyway." I then continue my journey to my daughter's virgin vagina kissing and licking her body as I go. As I near her navel, she speaks up, "Daddy, mum and I got our navels pierced today, and we're both a bit sore there." "Really, Kate" I said to my wife, "You're 61 years old." "She wanted to one," Kate said with a mischievous smile, "and wanted it to be a mother daughter bonding thing, so I got one too." "Okay," I said, "that makes sense." "At least I talked her out of the nipple and clit piercings." "You wanted what," I asked Katie? "I wanted my nipples, clit and navel all pierced, but mum said that we should save those for when my sisters turn 18." And with that they both laughed. "What am I going to do with you two?" "Lick me daddy!" "Okay, I know when I'm beat," I said as I resumed my journey south. Once I'm kneeling between my daughter's thighs, I notice that she has leaked her arousal fluid down her thighs. "Kate," I say, "our little is so wet down here." "She is? How does she taste?" I lean in tentatively licking the fluid off of her legs, "She's delicious, Kate, almost as good as you. Her kisses taste good, too, by the way." As I then start licking her thighs in earnest, and she moans in pleasure. "Oh babe, her kisses do taste good," says Kate. So I glanced up from what I'm doing and saw Kate fondling Katie's breasts and kissing her. If I wasn't already hard, I'd be as hard as granite. Once her thighs were free of her delicious juices, I reached up and peeled her red panties off of her hips and butt, rolled them down her thighs, and finally removed them from her ankles. "Kate, try these," I say, tossing the warm and wet undergarment to my wife. I watch as Kate catches them, sniffs them, sorts them out, and sucks on the gusset of her daughter's panties. "Oh, honey, you're right she is delicious." Kate then leans in, kisses Katie's lips, then with a smile on her face shoves her own black panties (I never saw her remove them) in Katie's mouth. I smiled back at my wife thinking, "Kate's more perverted than I ever realized, I'm going to have to discuss that with her later." I then looked at my daughter's virgin vagina for the first time in years. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed (I preferred bush of some sort and was pleased), but her labia were waxed. I placed both of Katie's thighs on my shoulders and looked up at my daughter and said, "Katie, your vagina looks gorgeous, honey." I then leaned in and licked her entire slit, and she moaned through her mother's panties. I buried my face in my daughter's virgin vagina. As I fingered, kissed, licked, and sucked on my daughters nether regions, and she continued moaning through her mother's panties, the fact that I used to change her diapers wasn't lost on me. It was ironic, but back then, she was just daddy's little girl. Hell, she was still daddy's little girl, but now she was also daddy's little slut. As I ate Katie's pussy, I watched as Kate pulled her panties out of her daughter's mouth, and Katie said, "Bloody hell mum, you are absolutely delicious." "Thank you, honey," Kate responded, before she leaned over and locked our daughter in a passionate French kiss, that soon had both women moaning. Katie eventually came 4 times on my face while snogging with and fondling her own mother's breasts. After she came down from that fourth orgasm, with expert help from me, Katie asked breathlessly, "Please, Daddy, it's time to make me yours," "Okay Katie," I said "give your mother and I a minute to reposition?" Per-prior planning on our part, Kate disentangle herself from Katie stacked most of the pillows in the center of the bed and against the headboard. She sat open in the legged in front of them and leaned back into them. She put a single pillow in her lap and beckoned Katie to lay back on the pillow in her lap. "Katie, sweetheart, what your father is about to do to you is going to hurt. Grab.my hands and squeeze through the pain. Do you understand?" "Okay mum, I got it," and the two women interlocked their fingers, left hand to left hand and right to right. Once they were in position, I got up on the bed and maneuvered to Katie's feet, reached up, spread her legs apart, and moved up on my knees until I wascin the right position, and the head of my erect penis was pressing on, but not entering her virgin vagina. Looking at my daughter, I asked, "Katie, honey, are you ready?" She bit her lip, looked at me and at her mother, and said, "Yes Daddy I'm ready." My wife Kate (61F) was in the top center of my bed reclining on a pile of pillows against the headboard, while my daughter Katie (18F) laid between her mother's legs, her head resting on a pillow in her mother's lap. The two women were interlocking their fingers, and I (37M) was poised to thrust my erect manhood into my daughter's willing virgin vagina. Holding my cock, I positioned it at my daughter's vaginal entrance and rubbed the head through her vaginal fluids lubricating it. As I did, I obviously rubbed it against her clitoris and she moaned, "Please, Daddy, I'm ready." "Karl, today should be an ovulation day for her," Kate said. "Do you want Daddy to impregnate you, Katie," I asked.? "Yes, please Daddy I do." "You know what to do then," said Kate. "Okay," I said, nodding to Kate, I placed one hand on Katie's hip while holding my erection with the other eased into my little Katie until I felt resistance. I then moved the hand holding my penis to her other hip and thrust into her. As I did, she screamed out in pain while Kate held her hands. I rested for a bit, with my manhood completely inside of her, while Kate stroked her hair and soothed her. "Mum, daddy's fucking big, he's stretching me out so bloody much." "I know how big your daddy is baby. But he's not the biggest thing to ever be in my pussy." "What the fuck mum, did you shag a bloke bigger than daddy." Kate laughed, "Katie, honey, your daddy's is the biggest penis that I've ever had, but the biggest thing to ever go through my pussy was you 18 years ago." Katie laughed too but immediately complained about not making her laugh. Smiling at the banter between the two lovely ladies in bed with me, I asked, "Katie, are you ready for me to begin," "Yes, Daddy, please begin." "Take it easy on her Karl," said Kate. "I'll do my best," I said as I slowly started pumping into and out of my daughter's tight, recently deflowered pussy. As I gradually picked up the pace, as Katie started to moan, "Harder Daddy." While Kate started playing with her daughter's breasts and kissing her neck like I had done to her on so many occasions. When Katie moaned, "Deeper Daddy," I placed both of her legs over my shoulders and bent her in half. Soon, the room was filled with the sounds of my scrotum slapping wetly against Katie's young rump and her vocally building up to an immensely powerful orgasm, which she announced by saying, "Oh, God Daaaddyy I'mmm fuuucckkkingg cuummmmiinnnggg." As she did, her vaginal muscles contracted, and I could feel them milking my manhood of its creamy filling, and it was too intense to hold back. "I am too, baby girl. Take daddy's semen and get pregnant," I said as I sent rope after rope of my semen into my daughter's warm, wet, and waiting womb. I kept Katie in that position for about 10 minutes to allow for my semen to work its way into her womb. The position allowed me to lovingly kiss both Katie and Kate, with lips still coated with Katie's cum. I said, "I love the two of you so much." Which started a round of "I love yous," amongst the three of us. We made small talk, and after 10 minutes, I climbed off of Katie, and Kate and I rearranged the pillows, and we both cuddled with our daughter. We made more small talk, kissed, and caressed her. It was HER day, and both of her parents were there to sexually satisfy her. One of the things that we discussed during our post coital small talk was to move Katie into our bed. She was to keep her out of season clothes in her room, but otherwise, move in with Kate. Kate and I discussed her experimantal lesbian experiences in college, which definitely intrigued Katie. Which led to their discussions of what they were going to do, which in turn led to me becoming hard again and taking my daughter again. The second time, I lasted through three of her orgasms. Throughout the rest of the day and until mid-morning, the next Katie and I made love every 90 minutes to 2 hours. I dumped around 10 loads of semen into her, and by Christmas, she was three months pregnant. All through her pregnancy, her mother made love to her every night, and I made love to her whatever I could. Katie delivered a healthy daughter that she named Kinsley Anne on 4 July 2007. I was late getting to the hospital and wasn't present for the birth. Kate, however, was there. It was ironic, Kate had held Katie's hands as the seed was implanted into her womb and was holding her daughter's hand as her grandbaby came out. When I got there, I got to witness Katie breastfeeding our daughter. After she was done, and there was no one but family in the room, she asked, "Want to hold our daughter, Daddy?" With tears in my eyes, "I certainly do, sweetheart," I said as I leaned in to take my youngest daughter in my arms. Kate said, "You'll need this hun," as she placed a burp rag on my shoulder. I held my daughter and cried. "Why are you crying, Daddy?" "I'm crying, sweetheart, because I didn't get to do this with you. I was overseas when you were born, and the first time that I ever held you was when I came home and you were 17 months old." I felt Kate hug me from behind and whisper, "I love you, you big old softy." Katie also had tears in her eyes when she said, "I love you too, Daddy." Then she giggled. "What's so funny," I asked her, patting Kinsley's back and trying to burp her. "I was just thinking about you, mum, and I all easing Kinsley into the 'family way of life' in 18 years." "Don't get ahead of yourself, big sis," piped in Karla. "We have a 'date' with Daddy and mum in a little over a year," finished Karen. "And I have one in a little over three years," said Karsyn, who up to that point seemed the least likely to join up in our "family way of life." I smiled, knowing that I had plenty of beautiful women to love, and who in turn loved me.

Piggie Plumpkins encounters the Femcan Convent. Episode 15 Plumpkins’ plaintive blubbering and futile begging for mercy was interrupted only by his frantically screaming each time the satanic slicer swung down it’s singeing serrations--sawing sliver by sizzling sliver from his diminishing dong. In contrast to his anguish , the convent’s entire sisterhood was ecstatic--swept up by religious rapture! They were transformed into a bevy of beatific beauties, all fervently reciting the refrain “Ave Saintress Severina…Ave Saintress Severina…Ave Saintress Severina…” an endlessly chanting queue of charmers, each awaiting her sacramental slice of Plumpkins. But even for the devoted Daughters of Devourment, the profound pleasure produced by inflicting the Pendulectulum’s punishing penance upon Plumpkins couldn’t last forever… Finally, each congregation member had received her share of the sacrament, and Plumpkins no longer had any of his manhood left. The time had come when

*Kelli, was taking a few vacations from the annoying suburban noises of her city. She rented a private and peaceful beach house in the Galapagos Islands, pretty far from her city*. - Kelli: UHMMMM!!!! Nothing better that breath the salty and fresh air of the sea during the morning. *Kelli stretch her curvy pregnant body relaxing in the front door of the house, drinking a huge glass of cold orange juice.* This absolutely what I needed after my maternity leave from my work, just chill and enjoy my last weeks of pregnancy in this tropical paradise. *Not to far from there Kinloch, was walking around the jungle...looking for food, after his exile* - Kinloch: Those FOOLS!!! If the wife of the Chief didn't looked so tasty after I fatten her with my treats I would have her has my feast...but those annoying guards find me when I tried to kidnap her. Now I need to look for a new place to live, and most important find food...I'm not a hunter...I was learning to be a collector and a chef for the tribe, well at least I learn how to gather food and prepare some tasty dishes...but I need meat!!! I'm tired of fruit, seeds and insects...but like a said...I'm not a hunter, catch a wild boar or a wild turkey would be impossible for me!!!...and even worst with just my 8 years old. *Kinloch was still gathering some fruits from a huge tree when from the top of the tree he saw the most succulent morsel he ever saw!!! Even better than the flabby pregnant wife of the Chief.* - Kinloch: FOR THE GODS!!!! Who is that incredible specimen!!!!...*Kinloch lick his lips and clean up her saliva looking at Kelli stretching her body and doing some yoga over the beach*...just look!!! Those breast...that round pregnant gut...MMM!!! Those succulent meaty thighs that are begging to be bite!!! And that juicy and succulent RUMP!!!...she is the best ingredient I have ever find!!!....but I can't approach just like that....I'm to obvious, she will find out my intentions if I approach to fast...and a act desperate for meat....who am I cheating I'm DESPERATE!!!!...I need to be intelligent just like I gain the trust of the Chief's Wife, I need to take advantage of my age and my cute looking and control myself because the final price will be worth it when I fatten her properly. *During the afternoon, Kinloch, prepare his strategy he build a little oven with special volcanic stones he found around the island and he prepare some sweets and desserts with the delicious fruits around the island. The next morning Kelli was about to do her yoga routine when she found in front of the door a lot of desserts made with fruits.* - Kelli: Mmm...what? Where all this food come from?...the plates are absolutely incredible and well made with those strangers black stones around the island....but I don't know if I should eat this... *Carefully with her finger Kelli have a little taste of the fruit pudding.* Mmm!! Actually it's pretty good. *Kelly began to eat all the pudding bowls that Kinloch leave.* Ummm that was definitely tasty I don't know who leave this...but he know how to do a good fruit pudding hehehe. *She rubbed her swollen pregnant belly full of the pudding and instead of made her yoga routine she decided to take a little nap. A few hours later she wake up when she heard some noises coming from the door, she open it just to find more bowls of pudding this time bigger in size and filled with more pudding.* Hahahaa well I think my dessert has arrived, *Kelli drag the bowls inside and she prepare her dinner after eating she began to clean up the bowls of pudding.* *For a couple of days that was the routine the pudding was effectively making her gain weight...her clothes were more tight against her new plump curves. One day Kelli decide to see who was the persona that leave those bowls every day, so she mount guard in front of the door at the normal times that the bowls are leave in front of her door. In the moment she heard the cracking of the wooden floor...she open the door quickly.* - Kelli: HAAAAA!!!! GOT YOU!!!! *The surprise made Kinloch to jump scared that he fell on the floor, Kelli was surprised that a little kid was leaving those bowls*, so you are the secret admirer that leave this delicious treats everyday all day uhhh? *Kelli said in a playfully tone of voice with her hands over her wide hips.* *The jaws of Kinloch....fell down...looking her succulent plump curvy pregnant body...the pudding did the work fattening her...he was about to jump on her...but he shake his head and take a deep breath...trying to control himself it was not the time to feast on her he wants her fatter...and prepare her meat to be tender and moist.* - Kinloch: Sorry....Sorry....my...dear Beach Queen....*He said...with a sweet and childish tone of voice*, I...I...just wanted to see you happy...because I thought you were so beautiful and perfect. - Kelli: Hehehe you are making me blush little cutie!!!, it's not normal that a little boy talk like that please let me help to stand up. *Kelli help Kinloch to stand up from the floor and she clean up the dust and sand from his skirt made of leaves and ropes.* So what is your name little boy? My name is Kelli nice to meet you, and thanks a lot for the pudding it's absolutely delicious hehehe. *Kelli rubbed her round pregnant belly making bounce when she giggled* - Kinloch: My name is Kinloch...Miss Kelli....*Kinloch was distracted by the bounce of her round belly* -Kelli: Kinloch?...that it's a very curious name indeed hehehe, and where is your family? Are they to far from her do they know that you leave food to strangers? Hahaha - Kinloch: Well....I live in the other side of the island...but I like to be adventurous and travel around the island and explore it...my parents are not....to close to me so I don't like to be at home most of the time....*Kinloch was expecting that Kelli belive that...little story of where he come from.* - Kelli: Hehehe don't worry every one have problems with their parents. - Kinloch: YEAH YEAH!!! I agree absolutely with you...Miss....*Kinloch was really excited to put his hands over her exposed pregnant belly...Kelli was just wearing a bikini top and a pair of tight yoga pants...that really made very notorious her wide bottom..* - Kelli: Well would you like to come inside?..and tell me why you are leaving that food? Hehehe. *Kinloch nodded and he entered inside the house. Kelli told him to sit on the couch while she brings some juice for him, Kinloch admire her juicy butt cheeks shaking and jiggle with every step she made also her plump thighs...wiggle touching each other while she waddle. Kinloch just saw two huge delicious wild turkey drumsticks and a delicious ham coming from her juicy ass.* - Kelli: Here darling please drink...this juice is very refreshing. *Kelli smile kindly to him...taking sit next to him...her plump thighs expands in the moment she sit on the couch...Kinloch drink...the juice nervous sweating for control himself of not bite those juicy pieces of meat.* Well darling I'm waiting for your answer? *Kelli was caressing his hair kindly with her hand smiling at him.* - Kinloch: Well....I...I....like a said before I thought you were beautiful!!! Also I was curious about your....your...... - Kelli: My?...What?...*She asked back with a kinky and playfully tone of voice, making him even more nervous. Then she noticed how he looked at her round pregnant gut resting on her wide thighs.* Ohhh!!! I see now what you are trying to say Kinloch. *Kelli giggle mockingly because of the nervous look on the face of Kinloch, softly she takes his little hand and she place it on her belly.* This is your curiosity don't you? *Kinloch...sweat...was cold over his back...when he felt the round belly of Kelli on the palm of his hand...quickly he place his other hand and he start to run...and pinch every part of her round belly..he even...kiss...and lick a few parts of that round meat ball*. - Kelli: GODNESS!!!...what an energetic child you...are...*She said moaning softly....feeling Kinloch worshipping her belly. Kinloch saw a huge cake Kelli brought to the coffee table he grabbed a huge slice and he shove it inside the mouth of Kelli...she moan eating the slice.* Mmmmm I see that someone wants more belly to rub...well since you brought that bowls of pudding at least I can let you enjoy yourself a little. *Kelli place the plate of the cake on top of her round belly and Kinloch just feed her every slice and the he brought the bowls of pudding and he also feed them to her. The belly of Kelly got incredible round and heavy that she needed to split her legs just to let her stuffed pregnant gut to hang low over the couch and bouncing in the moment the belly start to fall from her legs. Kinloch take his chance and he remove the bikini top from Kelli exposing her swollen breast...full of milk that fall heavily on top of her belly...Kinloch squeeze them...and then he began to suck and drink the sweet milk of Kelly.* - Kelli: WAIT...that milk is for...Mmmm...Ufff!!! This feels amazing....never mind continue.... *She moaned while Kinloch keep drinking like crazy her sweet milk until his little belly got so bloated that he laid on the couch satisfy.* Hahaha now we have a round belly my dear Kinloch. *Kelli said while she softly rubbing his swollen little belly...making him burp...and relax.* - Kinloch: Hahaha you are right Miss Kelli...but between us you are the biggest!!!!. *Kinloch said rubbing slowly the round stuffed gut of Kelli making her PRRRR like a kitty and moan in relief.* - Kelli: Mmmm...I can get us to this kind of attention maybe...I can amply my stay here...just to enjoy this company. *Kelli said kissing the forehead of Kinloch.* *After that the fattening days of Kelli begin...stuffing and eating all the food that Kinloch prepare for her...she even bought tons of ingredients for Kinloch so he can learning more and other desserts for her...making a company to send everything to her location. Kelli was getting fatter her belly was hanging so low that cover all her underwear...she even bought a scale and a measure tape for Kinloch so he can see how big she is getting and also a huge industrial size oven has a present for Kinloch so he cook everything he wants. During the morning Kinloch use to take measurements of Kelli every three days and make her get on the scale.* - Kinloch: Heheeh you gain 5 kilograms and 7 inches of belly and thighs my sweet Kelli...you are turning into a real piggy...well...more than that a fat hog hahaha *He teased shaking the hanging pregnant gut of Kelli with his little hand* - Kelli: It's your fault!!! You turn me into a pregnant hog!!!...*She said shaking her huge meaty ass* But not just me...you also had gained weight darling...eating some of the cakes I order and drinking my milk look this pot belly and this muffintop sticking out from your skirt, if I'm a your pregnant hog you are my little piggy. *Kelli shove a huge slice of cake inside the little mouth of Kinloch...whike she playfully wiggled the soft underbelly of him...making him moan.* I think we should be naked around the house like the pigs we are...*Kelli take off her tight underwear and then she rip off the old skirt of Kinloch reveling his little hard cock.* Uhhhh...what do we have here, hehehe well I think that it's my duty to help my little piggy to relax that anxiety. *Kelli keep feeding Kinloch and rubbing his cock...until his belly almost look like he is pregnant and he made his load spread over her hands.* GOOD PIGGY BOY!!! I'm so proud of you!!!. Kinloch just lay down on the floor breathless...thinking that is time to feast on her. And take his revenge over that humiliation calling him piggy...because the real hog to be roasted is her!!!!.* During the afternoon Kelli use to take a nap. But this time Kinloch prepare a heavy potion to make her sleep very deeply!!!!....when she finally was sleep, Kinloch using all his strength making roll her fat pregnant body to the kitchen....placing her huge fattened body on a huge cooking pan that he make her buy...Kelli was tied up like a real hog ready to be roasted, using a special brush he was glazing with BBQ sauce and other ingredients was added to her huge pregnant body...adding tons of sauce and hiding sticks of butter inside her fat rolls to keep her meat moist and juicy inside the oven while she is getting cooked.* - Kinloch: Thanks for this Incredible experience!!!! My sweet pregnant hog and also...for offer me your huge delicious pregnant body. *Kinloch stuff a huge apple inside her mouth and then he push her inside the oven. After many hours of cooking finally Kinloch take out her delicious pregnant hog roast...he feast for days over her delicious meat...making him even fatter and plump. Kinloch finally taste the sweet flavor of a delicious pregnant mature lady.* ----FOREWORD---- *A few days later another boy was exile from the Village for the reason that Kinloch was expelled...and it was his best friend....Lurt. He was starving...and he found the Beach House, and he smile!!!!...thinking that he will find something to eat...but he just found his greedy friend Kinloch sleeping on the floor with a huge belly dome...and a well fattened body. Lurt lick his lips...looking at the tasty fat body of his friend...he was not a pregnant woman but he looked like one. Kinloch slowly start to wake up when he felt something on his round preggy look belly,...just to find out that his hands were firmly tied up behind his back and his feet was covered with drumstick leg caps that he didn't use with Kelli.....* - Kinloch: Lurt is that you?.... - Lurt: Ohhh you finally woke up...*He force a huge slice of cake inside the mouth of Kinloch that still remains around the kitchen.* I see that you really have fun in here don't you? *Lurt patted the round belly of Kinloch*. *Kinloch gulped down nervous because Lurt had the same hunger look in his eyes like he use to have when he look the body of Kelli.* -Kinloch: Why you are here?....it's forbidden that people come to this side..of island only the exiles ones come here.... - Lurt: Actually I got exile because the same reason of you...I tried to roast the pregnant wife of the Chief you left her well fattened to be a delicious feast...but...well I got caught like you...I think we have the same curse hahaha. - Kinloch: Then why you tied me up...we can work together and capture her...and we can share it. - Lurt: Are you crazy? The Chief double the guards after you tried the first time and after me I belive that it will be the triple of guards there it will be suicide going there. Besides you look like a pregnant woman...with your huge round food baby!!!...your flabby and meaty breast...and your thick and round thighs and remember that I was better than you at cooking...so...*Lurt made stand up Kinloch and his fat pregnant looking belly hang down heavily covering his little cock...Lurt began to rub his belly with olive oil while he keep feeding Kinloch making him rounder.* You are going to be my delicious Mpreg boy roast!!!!... *Lurt stuff Kinloch with cake like he was a stuffed preggo turkey and then he laid him on the same cooking he use with Kelli...it's almost like the universe and karma was returning to him...Lurt oil him and cover him with many types of spices and like Kinloch does...he put sticks of butter inside his fat rolls...then he shove him inside the oven and Lurt prepare the FIRTS!!!!! MPREG BOY ROAST!!!! IN THE HUMAN HISTORY.* ---THE END---