A roomful of pregnant women , and Harold expected ME to lead the exercises. I LIKE pregnant women. The problem was this: How in hell was I going to get through a forty-five minute class in front of a half-dozen young preggies in leotards — without everyone seeing that I had a colossal hard-on?
If they complained, I could lose my job! I showered with icy water and put on two jockstraps, carefully tucking my eight-inch cock downward into my crotch. I waited in the private workout room at the back of the club. The girls came in by ones and twos, wearing sweaters or maternity tops over their jeans or Bermuda shorts.
As they came in, they all blinked in surprise at seeing me there to greet them. Her enormous tits were swinging from side to side as she turned away — I could see them even from directly behind her. I was sweating already. The Susan Mercer waddled in, and the situation became hopeless. Susan was the class of the group. She had flame-auburn hair, skin like fresh milk, and a face that would give wet dreams to a priest.
Big bedroom eyes and a full- lipped mouth that looked like she could suck a bowling ball through a garden hose. Her enormous tits rested on her belly like half-inflated footballs, their dark, orange-sized nipples clearly visible through her T-shirt. She gave me a big smile and headed for the locker room, her broad ass working as she walked away.
My two jockstraps were getting painfully tight. I was in trouble! It was worse than I thought when they came out. All of them were in wonderful shape, even considering their swollen bellies and tits.
They all wore skin-tight leotards, some with matching tights, some barelegged and barefoot. My bad luck was holding; not one wore a bra under her leotard. Hippie Sandy wore a tie-dyed outfit that was torn and re-laced at the seams. The sides of her humongous teats bulged out against the laces, and her long rubbery nipples pressed against the worn fabric.
The others wore variations of the same, stretched-to-the-max leotards and fat, wobbling jugs. Susan was the worst, of course. The woman was drop-dead, cum-in-your-pants gorgeous anyway — her face would have looked right at home on the cover of any magazine you can name — but oh, my God, was she pregnant! Her belly was magnificent, stupendous, awesome; it pushed her pink leotard outward until it looked like sheer stocking-material. I could see her stretch marks clearly through the distended fabric.
Her tits showed about eight inches of luscious cleavage, pale pillowy tit-meat bulging out of her low-cut leotard like rising dough. Her legs and feet were bare, and she wore no underwear at all — there was no panty line at her waist or hips, and her big ass jiggled freely when she moved. My cock was fighting to get loose. I looked up at her face, and the bitch winked at me, smiled, then slowly licked her pillowy lips — running her tongue all around her open mouth with a lascivious leer.
She knew, all right. My voice cracked, and the girls giggled and looked at each other knowingly. The workout session was a nightmare. They were all smirking and winking at each other and giggling as I tried to keep some sort of dignity and lead the exercises.
The pelvis thrusts were the worst. There I was, practically shoving my hard cock in their faces, as they rolled their big bellies at me and grinned at my discomfort.
Sandy started shimmying her shoulders, making her enormous tits wobble and flop, and the other girls soon followed suit, laughing openly as I watched their bounding teats and sweated. Even Carolyn, the baby-faced blonde, half-squatted and started doing a lewd bump-and- grind as I watched. Her hot-pink leotard was moist at the crotch. The other girls giggled and clapped, and plump Bobbie started doing a jiggly, tit-shaking belly dance as I watched.
Melissa, the raven-haired beauty who came in wearing a nursing bra, squatted and started pumping her barely- covered pussy at me rhythmically, her little finger stuck innocently in the corner of her mouth. The fabric at her nipples was dark and wet from her milk-leaking tits. I thought I was going to shoot my wad right there.
Their pussies were barely covered by strips of material, and they were grinning and bumping their well-padded pelvises up at me sensuously. The crotch of her leotards was sopping-wet, and all but transparent.
Her fat little pussy lips were clearly outlined under the filmy damp material, and there was a distinct bump where her clit would be. She was obviously shaved clean, her pussy hairless and smooth. She grinned up at me and spread her legs wider; her pussy opened stickily under the wet fabric, and she smiled and rocked her ass back and forth… That did it. I shivered and shot in my jock, and they all saw as a wet spot began to form at my crotch, they cheered and clapped.
I felt like a total fool. Finally, the 45 minutes was up and I dismissed them. I could have the boss find you another female instructor, if you like. Her low, throaty voice gave my cock a final twitch before they ran off into the locker room, giggling.
I guess I should have suspected then that something was up, but I was too glad to get out of there, job still in tact. I came out of the lockers and headed for the private exercise room. I was wearing only one jockstrap this time. My cock was already hard, but what the hell, nobody had complained, or I would have heard about it by now. When I tried the knob to the private room, though, the door was locked. After a moment, the door opened a crack, and Tina, the small dark one, peeked out.
She took me by the hand and led me into the room, and I heard the door latch and lock behind me. I opened my eyes and promptly came in my pants again.
All six of the pregnant women were there, including Susan, and they were all stark naked. She rubbed one pretty bare foot on the other and smirked up at me. They were standing around me in a semi-circle. Tina was frankly posing, showing off her pale, swollen belly in profile. Sandy was practicing some really raw belly-dancing moves, half-squatting with her hands behind her head and pumping her pelvis sensuously.
Her tits swung and wobbled heavily as she hunched, eyes closed dreamily. Carolyn was just standing and watching me, weight on one leg, hefting one big tit idly and thumbing her nipple. Susan was down on her hands and knees, her profile to me; her belly brushed the mat, and her huge nipples swung barely an inch above it. As I watched, she smiled, turned away from me, and got to her feet. She got to her feet. First she planted one bare foot out beside her and lifted her heel, posing her bare leg gracefully — and incidentally showing her shaved, gaping pussy from the rear and framing her huge hanging belly and tits with her arched leg.
She smiled back at me and winked. Then she planted the other foot, with her hands still on the floor; she was squatting low and wide open now, showing off her hairless crotch outrageously. Her hairless pussy lips flared out like flower petals, her fat ass cheeks split wide to show her pink, twitching asshole — and her enormous belly was still touching the floor.
I stared at the woman standing there naked in front of me; she was the most beautiful, sexy thing I had ever seen. Her tits and belly were unbelievably huge, her pouting pussy mound protruding vulnerable and bare. I was staring shamelessly at her intimate shaved slit. I looked up; she smiled. Her eyes were like road maps, and she smiled vacantly. Stoned for sure, I thought. She was plump, like I said, but her nude body was curvy and delicious, just right.
Bobbie stepped forward and pulled off my T- shirt. The other girls smiled at my muscles, and I grinned and flexed a bicep for them. What the hell… She pulled down my shorts and my jock together, and my cock sprang out.
Her finger came away sticky, and she licked it. She seemed to be the leader of the group, even though she was the smallest physically. The girls lined up in their usual positions as I pulled my sneakers and socks off. I was in hard-on hell, watching them jiggle and flop and bounce, all of them buck naked and covered with sweat; my boner stood out like a flagpole. Lifting and fondling and jiggling their huge, heavy tits, stroking their bloated bellies and plump bare ass cheeks, bumping and grinding their sweaty pussies at your face.
My cock was dripping onto the mat before we were done, long skeins of clear fluid dangling from the tip. They watched greedily, all but drooling for it. Soon it was time for the knee lifts again.
My dick was pulsing. I looked at her, she was stretching her hairy pussy open with her fingers, breathing hard.