My stories are based on my personal experiences. Some of it is the naked truth, and some of it is a bare faced lie. I will leave it up to you, the reader, to determine how much of either applies. All characters, real or fictional, are over the age of eighteen.
Knocked-up. Spermatized. Pregnant. We got this wonderful bit of information during our Christmas dinner. So much for being a virgin. It must have been from the senior prom. That's when everybody gets laid.
Or it could have been one of the times that we posed nude together. We would be intertwined with our crotches pressed tightly together, simulating sex for the photograph. But we never actually had sex. My dick would be wet from her pussy juice, and her crotch and thighs would be smeared by my leaking dick. But we never actually had sex.
I could feel the head of my dick right at the entrance to her wet opening. Between my pre-cum and her dripping pussy, there was plenty of lubrication for sliding around. Only once did I have an orgasm that way. I tried my best to conceal it from her. She later gave me a knowing look as she wiped herself dry.
I found her diary one day. Reading it, I discovered that she had been having sex since she was in the fifth grade.
Baby's daddy took off. So we were stuck with a pregnant, unmarried, teenager.
One of my lifelong desires was to photograph a pregnant woman. I had already photographed her nude, and more. So this shouldn't be a problem. I decided to let her mother know of my intentions. I told them both that I would pay her an hourly rate for each photo session, payable after the baby's birth.
I photographed her from every conceivable angle, measured her, and documented her development. I thought that she looked more sensuous now. Her breasts overflowed the bra cups. The garter belt curved and accentuated her swollen belly. Her swollen muff could no longer be concealed by her lacey panties.