***All sexually active characters depicted herein are of age, 18 years old at least, and, all sexual activities portrayed are consensual. Enjoy!***
Heavily pregnant, Tiffany, 22, is expecting the arrival of her child at any moment. Eager to expedite the baby's arrival, the expectant mother has enlisted the assistance of her fiance, and father of the child, Craig, 21, availing use of his cock to plunge deep into her pussy. Tiffany lays reclined for optimal comfort amidst a bed of cushions and pillows supporting her entire body like laying on a bed of marshmallows. Her breathing is short and sharp, but tries to breathe as deep as she can; not easy with a long cock pounding her hard, knocking the wind out of her. She glares at Craig with annoyance, tired, aching, and wanting it to be done with... With love...
Craig edges himself close, and pulls out, turning to the use of a dildo to fill in for him whilst he calms down a little. He and Tiffany are trying for longevity, so by not allowing him to cum, Craig is able to maintain his erection so it can be of continued use, with the dildo to provide Tiffany sufficient stimulation in the interim. Craig finds himself tiring, after his efforts for a few hours already this morning, but, he understands that Tiffany must be feeling a lot worse, so, he keeps quiet, and soldiers on... With love...
Tiffany feels her hormones pumping through her hard with each beating of her heart, and the dildo is once again replaced by Craig's cock, thrusting hard and fast into her. The hormones churn and swirl, like a concoction in a cauldron being stirred by a ladle, stewing, reaching boiling point, and...
Splosh!...
Craig feels something wet run down his legs, pulling out his cock, and Tiffany's pussy gushes with a large volume of liquid onto the floor between Craig's legs. He stares at Tiffany, in shock, asking, "Is that? Are you?"
Tiffany groans annoyedly, and shouts, "Yes, my water has broke. At least, I fucking hope so. I don't think it's gonna be a huge orgasm," and she tries to sit herself up amidst the soft cushions, looking at Craig as he stands staring at her, trying to offer his hands to help her up, and she screams, "Don't just stand there. I'm not going to magically float in thin air. Geez..."
Craig hoists Tiffany up from the cushions, and helps her out of the house to the car. He slides the passenger seat as far back as it will go, and holds her hands as she lowers herself down onto it, settling in to the hard and uncomfortable fabric. She huffs disappointedly, but chooses to keep quiet for now. He helps her in, clips the belt around her, and gets in to drive her to the hospital. Trying to be of comfort to Tiffany, he tells her, "It won't be long. It will all be over before you know it."
Tiffany quips, "It will all be done a lot faster if you stop fussing over me, and get a fucking move on," spurring Craig into action by shouting, "Come on! Come on! Come-ah-ah-ah-ah-aaaaaggghh... Ugh, you bitch!"
Craig concernedly asks, "What's wrong?"
Tiffany screws up her face, displeased by the question, demanding of Craig, "Just... fucking... drive!"
On the way to the hospital, the couple are met by red lights at most of the intersections and cross-walks, with Craig stopping for each one. Tiffany winces and groans, "Why are we fucking stopping every five feet? Couldn't have chosen a better route?"
Craig calmly explains, "Remember, we tested this many times, and the lights were fine. It's just a pain."
Tiffany snaps, "Am I a pain?"
Craig calmly responds, "You are not a pain. The lights are a pain."
Tiffany sucks the air through her clenched teeth, breathing short and sharp, and she strains hard. She watches the streets wheel past, agonising as she tries to find comfort as her back and legs feel numb in the seat. Closing her eyes, she clutches at her belly, and tries to catch her breath.
After feeling pulled and strained for what seems like forever, Tiffany opens her eyes to see the entrance to the hospital, and Craig rushes in to get help with her. Some nurses help her into a wheelchair, and she is taken inside. Craig takes this moment to call his mother, going to voicemail, leaving a message, saying, "We're at the hospital. Come with Dad as soon as you get this."
Craig then calls his sister, who picks up, answering, "Hello, Craig?"
He frantically tells her, "Frankie, I have just brought Tiffany to the hospital. Her water has broke. It's happening."
Frankie giggles, telling her brother to, "Breathe, please. Pleasant and I will be right there."
Craig says, "Okay. See you soon," and hangs up. He goes to park the car in the car park, and heads inside the hospital.
In the waiting room of the maternity ward, Craig sits patiently, and is soon met by Frankie, 22, and her husband, Pleasant, 25, both giving Craig a hug as Frankie asks, "How is she?"
Craig replies, "They took her straight to delivery. I was told about ten minutes ago that she needs to be dilated more before the baby can come. They are doing everything they can to help her, but, the baby will come in it's own time. It could be ten minutes, or an hour. If it takes too long, they say they will do a cesarean. Apparently it's very safe, and there is nothing to worry about if it comes to that, but will do what they can to deliver naturally."
Frankie and Pleasant sit with Craig, with Pleasant asking him, "How are you?"
Craig glances a tired look at Pleasant before relaxing to look ahead, allowing his eyes to fall shut, replying, "I am so drained already. Tiffany has been so demanding, at all hours. She is constantly irritated by me, berating me at every other moment, quick to tell me I am useless, and, that she doesn't want me around."
Frankie says, "She doesn't mean that."
Pleasant agrees, "It must be difficult for her."
Craig answers, "I know," allowing his head to lay comfortably in the crook between the waiting room wall and the backrest of the seat, falling asleep.
Time ticks by, and Lucy, 44, and George, 48, Craig's and Frankie's parents, come to find them in the waiting room. Frankie updates them on everything that has been happening thus far, allowing Craig further rest whilst they talk.
Frankie informs her family, "Pleasant and I have been looking to adopt. It has been something that is making us look at how we are living right now, with a room not suitable for children. We have thought about having locks on the door, but, we are thinking about having a change in the stream room; make it into a nursery or play room, somewhere a child can play, and learn, and grow, you know?"
Lucy wonders, "What will happen with your work?"
Pleasant explains, "We are looking to take our activities out of the house, and into a studio, with space to expand our operation to include multiple performers, on multiple streams, at the same time. We just need to find the right space at the right price, and put out adverts to encourage people to try out.
"I have even reached out to some of my male friends, and there is interest from them to perform too. Perhaps one-off event streams at first when they are available, and look at their interest in more regular scheduling.
"We do well for ourselves, and with Gabby too. It's nice that she gives us the chance to afford being off-camera when we need it, but, it would be nice to have a larger roster of performers so we can all enjoy a better work-life balance. Gabby works hard, and enjoys it, but she will have her limits, and, I don't want her to feel pushed, or like she has to work harder.
"We will see what happens, but, for now, we really would like a child around. It feels like Frankie and I have been missing something from our lives, and, it's something I have thought about for a very, very long time. Adopting seems like a good idea, but, it also feels strange to me that it won't be our child. I will always feel like it is someone else's, and, I just don't want that."
