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Date: 02.03.2010

Keywords: Glen, Connors, Ch., Angel, of, 2, Gravid,

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The full moon swung heavily above the small mountain valley community.

Called Gravid Glen by its occupants, the fertile valley was a lovely, quiet refuge from the hustle and bustle of the busy world around it. Cattle, the valley's source of meat and dairy, mooed softly in the fields, chickens rested in their roosts, grains and other vegetables whispered softly in the breeze, their quiet voices adding to the sibilant song of the night wind.

The moon's round, full shape would have been greatly appreciated by many of the female occupants of the valley. Most of them were very, very pregnant; the least pregnant among them heavy with twins, and the swollen state of the moon would have made them smile softly as they caressed their swollen, gravid bellies. A week earlier, one of the women, a lovely, young Native American who had since given birth to triplets, had even referred to the moon as the "great belly in the sky, " and claimed it's hugely swollen state was a good omen for those who were soon to give birth.

The silvery white light from the celestial orb flowed down from its velvet home, touching everything with its cool caress, and lining all with silver. The cool light flowed across the valley, over homes and fields, and up a small hill, to a spacious, one story, sprawling ranch style house that looked out over the valley and those dwelling therein.

The windows of the house were open, allowing the cool night air to flow throughout the walls and corridors of its interior. Soft, lacy curtains waved and undulated in the gentle breeze, casting ghostly, moonlit shadows upon the walls. All was still and quiet, as though nothing wished to disturb the peace of the evening.

Nothing that is, except the young, very expectant, couple who owned the house.

Moonlight flowed into the bedroom, its cool, white light highlighting the sensual actions taking place on the king sized bed.

Angel Connors, the beautiful, young, very pregnant doctor of Gravid Glen, knelt at the head of her bed. Her head was thrown back, lush lips opened wide as she panted and gasped with pleasure; her emerald green eyes were closed, long lashes almost interconnecting as her head rolled from side to side or swung back and forth, her mane of waist length, richly red hair waving about her tossing head as she writhed about in erotic passion. She had one hand behind her for support, clutching at the headboard of her bed, as her other hand moved over her body; cupping and caressing her hugely milk-swollen breasts, at times squeezing and pulling on them almost painfully, or moving up to caress her face and wipe strands of sweat-soaked hair from her cheeks, then moving down to passionately stroke and clutch at her hugely swollen belly. Nearly six months gone with quadruplets, the big, round, mass of gravidity bounced up and down in rhythm to Angel's gyrations, shaking and juddering slightly with impact when it hit the solidness beneath it, drops of sweat rolling off the swollen mound like diamonds, glimmering in the moonlight.

Beneath her, his tall, powerful body stretched out on the bed, his excitement standing tall and thick between his legs, his hands roving over Angel's lusciously pregnant, sensual form, was her husband, Peter. His lips were locked about her nether regions, his tongue buried in her hot, moist, silky lovebox, probing and dancing erotically within her inner folds as Angel gave vent to the wonderful sensations rushing over her impassioned body from his ministrations. Angel's hips were moving like mad, thrusting against his probing tongue, driving it deeper into her heat as she cried out again and again, her body writhing atop his face as she approached the wondrous peak of her passion.

Angel was nearly screaming now, her body twisting and writhing atop Peter's face, both hands now behind her, clutching at the headboard for support, her back arching and making her swollen belly seem all the larger, as she gyrated her swollen, gravid body about her lover's tongue. Her head whipped about like it was on ball bearings, red locks swirling around her like a star gone supernova, strands clinging to her cheeks, her neck, and her upper chest, forgotten in the heat of her excitement. Her hips buck up and down wildly as she approached orgasm, white hot tendrils of sensual fire blazing up from her sex and burning through her entire body. Her eyes almost rolled up into her head, the lids fluttering like mad, her huge belly rising and falling with piston-like rapidity as her legs shook from the strain and the near overwhelming sensations flooding through her.

Finally, with a cry of ecstatic, passionate release, Angel hit the peak of her climax. Her body stiffened, then moved in rapid spasmodic twitches as she gave vent to her wondrous orgasm, white lightning blasting through her mind as well as her senses as her hot juices spilled out of her and into Peter's mouth. Peter drank down every drop, taking in the sweet nectar like a man too long without drink. It seemed to last for a glorious eternity, Angel writhing atop Peter, her arms shivering and shaking, her body held up by her husbands strong arms as she twitched and shuddered with orgasmic pleasure until the erotic tidal wave passed over her and receded.

Angel sagged atop Peter's face for a moment, her hands softly caressing the huge fullness of her pregnant waist, head hanging limply from her shoulders, a sea of red hair hiding her face as she gasped for breath, her big, stiff nippled breasts rising and falling in tandem with her gasps. Peter lay beneath her, his hands gently touching her, stroking her sensual, swollen curves as she squatted above him, raising herself off him slightly, to give him a chance to catch his breath.

After a few moments, Angel raised her emerald orbs to gaze hungrily at Peter's thickness standing proudly between his legs, her green depths lighting up again with a hot, lusting flame that could only be extinguished one way. With a wanton, vampish smile, Angel slowly dragged her luscious, heavily swollen, gravid form from Peter's face and along his chest, the moisture of her excitement and passion leaving a trail of wetness along his broad chest, the moonlight making it shimmer slightly, droplets sparkling here and there like gems of sexual heat. She moved slowly, letting Peter feel the swollen weight of her belly, the tight roundness of her deliciously round ass, and the sleek slipperiness of her thighs as she moved down his body, reveling in the feel of him between her legs, and smiling an impishly sensual grin when she heard him softly moan with pleasure from the feel of her.

When she was within arms reach of her goal, Angel reached out with slender fingers to caress Peter's thick shaft, encircling it gently and pumping it slowly, teasing her lover and making him grow even larger and harder as she ministered to his sex. She kept this up for a few moments, then, feeling her own internal fires reaching explosive levels, she slowly pivoted atop Peter's waist, letting her heavy belly press firmly against his trim waist, spread herself wide, and slid her lover's wonderful thickness into her steaming hot snatch.

At the first caress of her nether lips, Peter gasped, his eyes going wide and his body arching slightly from the pleasure. His reaction caused a smile to form on Angel's face as she purred with delight, feeling her hot, moist silk wrapping about his thickness. But her purr soon turned to a gasp of her own as her eyes bugged wide, and her jaw dropped from the overwhelming feeling of being filled beyond anything she had ever felt before. Peter was always big, but this was incredible! Angel felt as thought the tip of his member was touching the back of her throat, and he felt so thick that, for a moment, Angel was worried he would split her open! Her gasp became a long, slow moan of pleasure as Angel slowly took every inch of Peter's amazing length into her hot sex, then eased herself upright, nearly crying out as her new position pushed him even deeper into her erotically inflamed body. Now upright, Angel had to take a moment to compose herself, try to keep herself from screaming with passion as she felt Peter throbbing within her, making her body twitch spasmodically with pleasure. Her hands moved over her delicious, pregnant body, fingers twitching as she caressed her swollen self, reveling in the feel of her sensual, fertile curves even as she allowed herself to get drunk on the sensation of her husband buried so wonderfully deep within her.

With a smile, knowing what his sexy wife liked, Peter began to slowly thrust himself in and out of Angel, his smile widening as he heard her gasp and moan with pleasure, saw her body shiver with erotic delight as his slow penetrations worked their magic. Soft little "ooh"s, and "oh"s of pleasure came from Angel's pursed lips as her body slowly, undulated sinuously atop him, her hands rising to caress her gravid form, then rising further to gently tangle themselves in her hair as she slowly moved her head from side to side as her passion began rising once again. They took their time, reveling in the feel of their bodies so wonderfully intertwined, moving so sensually, so wonderfully together in a timeless erotic dance.

Angel raised a big, round breast to her lips, kissing and suckling on her stiff nipple, reveling in the sensations this sent through her body, hungry for the day when she would begin lactating, for the time when she could taste the liquid of her own body. She moaned softly with pleasure, her fiery, sex heavy eyes holding the gaze of her husband as she smiled around her breast, knowing Peter was enjoying the show. Her eyes widened for a moment as she felt Peter begin to speed up his thrusts, felt him driving deeper into her hot body as she gasped loudly, her nostrils flaring as she started panting for breath.

Ready to speed things up herself, Angel let her breast fall from her lips and flop audibly on the shelf of her pregnancy.

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Keywords: Glen, Connors, Ch., Angel, of, 2, Gravid,

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