First Day at the Birth Academy - Part 3
He picked her up gently in his arms and carried her off to a room next to his classroom. He took a look back at the scene he was leaving behind but he didn’t have a spare second to think about it. He placed her down onto a small bed. This was a dormitory before the school had stopped boarding students. It was small and dimly lit but warm. As he laid her down she surprised him by catching his lips in a kiss. The sensation that moved through him was indescribable. He pulled away only to start removing his pants. She looked up at him, a little sheepish but full of desire. As she watched him unbuttoning she followed suit and when he looked back at her, he was surprised again to find her perfect breasts exposed. Her nipples hard from contact with the air. He pulled the rest of his clothes off and she marvelled at his hard body. He must have been at least thirty five, maybe forty. But in the absolute prime of his life. He knelt down in front of her as he had before and she spread her legs for him. This time he didn’t bother with a glove, he parted her thighs and licked her sweet pussy, slipping a finger inside her as well. She moaned and rocked her hips, pressing her clit harder against his tongue. His cock throbbed even more feeling how much she was enjoying him. It was torture to spare another second but he decided to be generous. He licked and sucked her little clit until he felt her muscles getting tight, he could hear her breath coming shorter and shorter and then she screamed, finally, from pleasure. She came for him and he licked her lips softly, raising his head. His heart was pounding unbearably.
“May I have your consent?”
“Yes,” she whispered and then gasped sharply as he entered her. He growled low, trying not to spill it all on the first stroke.
She moaned from pleasure and pain as he thrust into her. When he kissed her he could taste the sweet salt of herself on his lips.
He could feel himself getting close already, when she shrieked. He pulled out immediately not wanting to hurt her any more than necessary and out with him came a gush of fluid.
“Your water broke,” he said trying to reassure her, but she continued to wail. This contraction was much worse than the ones that had come before. “Ah, I think you’re getting close now, just breathe and when it’s over I’ll check to see if you’re ready to start pushing.”
“Ooooooooooooh that was so much worse!” She whimpered.
“I know,” he said “it’s going to get a lot worse before it gets any better.”
He slipped his fingers back inside of her and felt that she was still only about seven centimetres dilated.
“Still three more to go.”
“I can’t do this!” Dahlia protested.
“Keep helping me?” She asked.
He was inside of her again before she could finish her question, and now with the thought of her pushing coming ever closer he was struggling to hold off. She started to moan again with another contraction but this time he didn’t stop. She whimpered, “I think I have to push,” and he couldn’t hold back any longer he filled her little slit with cum and then pulled himself out and knelt between her legs.
“Can you try to breathe through this one?”
“No please! I need to push I can feel it coming down. It’s so much pressure!”
“You can do this, just try to breathe with me.”
Dahlia’s pleas were met by more shrieks from the adjacent classroom.
“Let’s try and get you back into the class.” Ted said.
“I’ll help you, walking is good for labour, and I need to be back there for my other students.”
As her contraction ended he helped button her back into her uniform and half-carry her back to the classroom and he laid her down on her mat. A couple of girls had given birth already and begun tending to the other girls who were still pushing.
The teacher walked over to the girl who was wailing the loudest and found that she was hardly further along than Dahlia but in that moment he realized that there was a lottery... and this girl had lost. She was struggling to get a 15 pound baby past her cervix and through her birth canal. He knew she was going to need his support as well if she was to push a head of that size out of her pussy.
He hurried back over Dahlia and said “I need you to come with me.”
“What! More moving! I can’t!” She pleaded.
“I need you to, Dahlia, that girl over there is really struggling and I need you to be next to her so I can help you both.” As he said this he pulled Dahlia back to her feet and she was racked by another contraction. She hung her full weight on him and moaned into his chest. He swayed with her and pressed against her lower back until it passed and they waddled over next to the girl and her partner.
“Dahlia, this is Katherine,” he said as he placed a mat next to Katherine for Dahlia to lie on.
“Hi,” she said weakly, but Katherine was gripped with a contraction at that moment and screamed in agony. She sounded like she was being torn apart.
Ted turned to Katherine and said, “Katherine, listen to me. I know this really hurts but I need you to take a deep breath and push down hard. Can you do that for me?”
She nodded weakly, her head lolling to one size before she grunted and pushed hard, instinctively lifting her knees up and spreading her thighs wide apart.
“That’s good, sweetheart, keep going...”
“Aaah! Ted! I need to push!” Cried Dahlia “Oh god I can feel it coming! Uuuuuuuuhhhhh”-before he had a chance to stop her Dahlia lifted her knees to her chest and pushed.
Katherine continued to push and as her pussy began to bulge outward it was clear that the head just inside her lips was enormous.
Ted began to feel aroused again, watching them both struggle. Knowing that soon they would both be crowning.
Dahlia screamed, “oh my god I can feel the head! It’s moving down - uuuuuugh oh god it’s coming!” She tried to slam her knees together to stop the pressure that was building.
Ted held her knees apart and told her firmly to “push, push into the pain. That’s it, push down.” He could see that she too was bulging out and her opening was beginning to stretch into a teardrop shape.
“My clitoris is burning!” She wailed.
“You’re okay, Dahlia, you got this. You’re almost there.”
“I don’t got this! I don’t got -aaaaaaaaaAaAh” as she pushed the teardrop shape began to Stretch into a tight circle. And at that point it seemed she wouldn’t stretch any further without tearing but he head still hadn’t come to a crown.
“Okay, Dahlia I need you to pant for me. Hoo hoo hoo, good, I’m going to try and slip my fingers in to help you stretch. Just keep breathing, let it stretch. Good girl.”
Katherine shrieked again as she felt the ring of fire, the enormous head inside her was starting to crown and all she could do was scream inconsolably. Her partner begged her to pant it out but she couldn’t stop herself from pushing. He held his hands on her perineum to support her as she pushed and with a gush the head was born into his hands.
Ted could see that Dahlia was getting tired but her pussy just wasn’t stretching far enough for the baby to fully crown. He decided to lift her up onto her knees over his lap. From here she could rest her head on his shoulder and gravity might help her push the head out. He kept his hand between her legs and she bore down hard. She screamed into his ear, “Please help me! Please just get it out. I want it out!”
“You’re getting it out,” he replied, “only you can push it out.”
“No please! It’s burning too much, please get it oooooooouuuuu”
She bore down as she screamed and finally crowned fully.
“That’s it Dahlia, one more good push.” And with a gush of fluid the “baby” was delivered into his lap.
He held her there for a moment.
“That’s a good girl,” he said, “you did it, you did wonderfully.”
Dahlia found that once the object that was inside of her was gone all of the pain went with it. Her stomach was restored to flatness and her vagina seemed to be just as it had been before.
“It isn’t real?” She asked.
“What you felt and did was all real but no the fetuses aren’t real. You were never really pregnant and the pill you took to start all of this also allows you to bounce right back.”
Her new classmates went off to the showers to prepare for the rest of the day but Dahlia hung back. As soon as the last pupil left the room and closed the door, Ted took her up into his arms and kissed her deeply again and said, “that part was real.”
