Chapter three The evening after I assure Zoey that fucking the family was good for…
Pregnant women. OH YES!!
Pregnant women.
OH YES!!
Oh yes!! I love pregnant women. I love their round bellys, their swollen breasts, their huge clothes. Everything about them. I wanted to be surrounded by them. I wanted to marry a woman who could lactate, I wanted to be a baby to be as near as possible of a pregnant woman.
Oh how I wanted thse things. I spended my years in search of those things. I spended my entire fortune to those things. Today I’m as poor as the church mouse. But I’m happy because I had my dreams fullfilled.
One of my earliest memories of pregnant women are my mothers. I had two mothers and they were both pregnant. I have one father and he loved orgys. We lived in the outbacks and there weren’t any nosy neighbours and we had sex.
Sometimes dad was too tired to fuck mu mothers and they were horny all day long. So I had my chance with them. I fucked them good with my 6 inch tool. I sucked their breasts for milk. I never enjoyed the normal milk. I wanted the milk that only the pregnant women had.
Sometimes I just watched them getting on and masturbating at the same time. When the babys were born, my joy had left. So I left to the city to find pregnant women willing to get fucked.
I posted notifications to papers and soon I was occupied with those sessions. Soon it was my job and I got good money from it.
When I got too old to be interesting by women I paid THEM to get fucked. So I had a good life, but it went off too fast. I did find a women who didn’t mind me fucking other women and she had lactating breasts. That was a dream marriage. All the fuck you ever wanted and the best drink in the world.
But she died to the worst cancer ever. Brestcancer. So I lost my gorgeus wife and I was sent to a mental institute, because I had nearly killed myself. But even in there I had some fun. The physiatrist (sorry for the bad language) was a pregnant woman and she remebered me. She said to me that I had given her the best fuck ever and I wanted to make her feel better. She extended my time in the institute so that we could go on having our sexual intercourses.
When I got out of there she invited me to live with her and I did. We had now sex all the time while she was pregnant. I got a job and I got lucky. My boss was a woman and pregnant. I pleased her and she made me her personal secretary. I had better pay and more sex than ever. On top of that she was bi-sexual. I got her and my new wife together and masturbated while watching them fucking each other.
When they died or moved away I had nothing. I became a rapist. I raped pregnant women in the middle of the street if I wasn’t able to get them in to an alley. The cops arrested me and sent me to a prison. In there I lost my health and when I got out I lived in cutters and I will die in here.