In the middle of the night
While laying in bed in the overnight hours, my mind started to wander to some naughty places. Not unusual, and as one of my bigger kinks (though not THE biggest), the concept of labor/birth often helps the fantasy take a very specific shape.
This time?
I imagined I was laying in my bed with my partner, heavily pregnant, though not for much longer. We're both nude, and it feels so nice laying in the warm bed with him. He's leaning back against the pillows and I'm laying between his legs. In my imagination, we're watching naughty videos, his hands are on my breasts, pinching and playing with the nipples to help speed along labor and help weave some pleasure into all the pain. Milk droplets leak out, and his thumbs dance over the liquid, spreading it around my sensitive skin. The porno we're watching, just a regular run-of-the-mill couple having hot sex, plays on the screen, their moans and whimpers mixing with mine.
As the contractions come, his hands move to my belly, gently stroking it, supporting it through the pain. He whispers encouraging things in my ear, the kinds of things I like to hear, and exactly what I need to keep going. He tells me how good I'm doing, that he knows how bad it hurts, and how each contraction brings me closer to the end. He can tell I'm afraid of what is to come, and he's doing everything he can to try to make the minutes and hours leading up to it as nice as possible.
In my vision, the room is dark except for the glow of the TV. I can feel his erection poking into my rear, a product of both the sexy vid we're watching and the fact that his laboring girlfriend is in his arms. My hand is between my legs, trying my best to play with my vagina - it's so wet, so needy and so *normal* feeling. It's hard to imagine that soon it'll be stretching, spreading, crowning, burning, aching...
Sometimes his hand reaches down and finds mine, and together we work my clit, the little button tingly and unaware that the pleasure it's giving me is one of the few things keeping me sane and grounded right now. My partner's hands trace my thighs, back to my labia, enjoying the feeling of how clean and small my pussy still is. His cock twitches and I know he's imagining me, future me, holding my legs back and pushing in his arms as we watch my most sensitive, private place flourish and blossom open.
Real life got in the way of my fantasy and so it ended here, but if I were to continue? I'd love to lean forward during some contractions, letting him rub my aching back, and reaching behind me to stroke his erection while he did. I'd love to settle back into position when it's time to push, my whining, needing voice pleading with him, with god, with fate, to give me just a few more minutes because I'm just not ready for this. I'm so scared, but he grounds me. I imagine him cupping my vagina and tell me, firmly but kindly, to push into his hand.
I imagine his hand down there, stroking my soft skin, toying with my clit, reaching a finger inside my burning hole, checking my progress. I want him to coax me, encourage me to keep pushing through the pain, encouraging me to orgasm from his touch. I want to hold my knees back and push, letting him watch in the mirror, not caring how exposed and embarrassed I am to be so vulnerable, so open. I want his cock hard and leaking as I gasp and whine, my soft screams filling the room as I stretch beyond belief. I want to feel impossible pressure between my hips as he takes over holding my legs open for me, my exhaustion too much to bear. I want to be unable to do anything other than tremble and push and whimper and to cum. I want the sounds of my birthing to fill his ears for the rest of his life, for him to forever remember the noises his girlfriend made as she gave birth on the same bed he impregnated her, the sight of my swollen, dark pink pussy stretched to the max as my thighs trembled and tears ran down my face.
I want his words of encouragement and praise whispered in my ear, calmly at first, then firmly, keeping me sane, keeping me present, and keeping me pushing. His hand keeping me from tearing as he whispers in me ear that he's in control, to just give in, to keep pushing for him. I want his thumb on my clit as I crown, encouraging a shy, pained orgasm from my pussy and I want to scream, the feeling of the orgasm combined with the impossibly large head emerging from my body too much to bear. I want to scream for him, just like I want to hurt for him, and to birth for him.