We lived in the middle if nowhere it seemed. My husband and I were simple country folks and we enherited this farm from his parents. It was huge, the mansion like house, the barn, and the land. It brought in tons if money and we were really well off. The only problem was the nearest neighbor was 100 or more miles away and the nearest town or hospital was further. Which wasn't a problem until we discovered something about me. After a weeks of nausea, cravings, and mood swings we got concerned. My husband called for a doctor who got here within three days and after a few tests we found out I was pregnant...very, very pregnant. I was going to have triplets. The doctor left after giving us tips and facts and after a week we decided...I would give birth here. With this farm being so isolated getting to the nearest hospital would probably take 3 or 4 days and first pregnancies are unprodictable. We did tons of research online and Skyped with several midwives and with my health being so good we were given approval of our homebirth. The first trimester came and went and by 5 months I looked like I was at full term. I didn't think I could get any bigger but as the months progressed I was proven wrong, very wrong. By 7 months I looked like I was a whole year pregnant which concerned me but a few phone calls with OBGYNs calmed me. By that point I noticed something odd. I was also extremely horny and needed pleasure. But was worried if that was okay so I called an OBGYN and she came to examine me. During this time my husband, Keith, was three States away visiting his dying sister and in my condition I had to stay put. After a few quick examinations I was declared perfectly healthy and given approval to have sex. I was even told that sex before birth can ease labor. I was happy and sent the doctor on her way. After talking on the phone with Keith for what seemed like forever I told him the good news. He couldn't wait! But, we had no idea when he would return so until then I had to pleasure myself. I thought I'd take things slow. I planned the perfect self pleasure experience. On a warm August evening I dressed in my most revealing, see through, and loose white summer dress. Underneath I wore nothing but a lace bra which barely contained my large milky breasts and a pair of thongs. I put my boots on and made my way to the lake down the hill which was apart of our land. The sun was just beginning to set and the silence was perfect. It was all very serene, very pleasant, and very secluded. I was in my own world, no distractions. Just me and my growing nature. I walked out onto the beach of the lake and placed a small radio on the ground. I put an Enya CD in and the air was filled with soothing, blissful music as "Only Time" started playing loudly. I stood there, the water splashing my feet, feeling myself get washed away in relaxation. I caressed my huge stomach and fondled my large breasts, causing them to lactate. I was slowly building myself up, teasing myself. After doing this for about 10 minutes I took my dress off and laid it near my radio. I walked into the water until it submerged me up to my knees. I continued to stroke my belly and message my breasts until I yelped in pleasure. That's when I undid my bra, setting my luscious breasts free, them bouncing and waving until settling on my mound. I rubbed my tummy and mindlessly let my hands wander until touching my sex. I was swollen, wet, and hot. I could even feel my clit throbbing in desperation. I rubbed myself through my thong until moving it out of the way and rubbing myself. I soon began to throb more and my whole body was intensify. I stripped my thong off, threw next to my bra and got down on my knees, the water submerging me up to my belly. I leaned forward on my hands and the moved a hand towards my ripe opening. At first I put on finger in, going up and down, in and out, still teasing myself. Then I slid another finger and another until all but my pinky was shoved inside my begging sex. I went faster and faster, harder and harder, my pleasured screams filling the isolated air. I stopped right before climax and crawled deeper into the water until it reached my shoulders. There I sat on my butt and leaned on a hand, spreading my legs as far as they could go. I repeated what I just did until screaming and gasping in pleasure. I could resist anymore and orgasmed repeatedly with several sharp gasps, my womanly juices mixing with the water. I swam for a bit, got dressed, and got back to my house by nightfall.

(Will continue with part 2)

Part 2

I spent nearly a month alone. I missed Keith terribly and the only company I had were farm animals and friends online. We talked every night, though. So I felt comforted. I would tell my unborn babies that their daddy would be home soon everyday. But mostly I kept to myself. I masturbated ferociously everyday, more than once a day, and I did it all over our land, as if marking my territory. The day after my first pleasure experience in the lake, as soon as I woke up, I masturbated right there in bed. I did it everywhere, the kitchen, the porches, the bathrooms, the other five bedrooms, dining room, living rooms, basement, attic, even the barn. After each experience my babies kicked a storm of happiness, leaving me tired and breathless. But it wasn't the same as a real cock, which I desperately needed. Right as I became 9 months pregnant Keith returned. We kissed passionately upon his arrival, wetting my already wet panties, and I comforted him about his sister. The next night was extremely romantic. A trail of rose petals lead me to our bedroom, where my completely naked husband waited, his member hard and ready. I smirked and decided to tease him. I was wearing a tight long sleeve shirt and sweats. I would almost pull my shirt off only to stop and start over, this annoyed him but I was gonna have my fun. I eventually did strip down to my underwear, a large sports bra and maternity undies. I slowly slid off one bra strap and then the other and pulled up over my head, my breasts bouncing free, milk spraying in the air. I could see his member throb at that which caused me to smirk. I then slowly slid off my undies, revealing my own ready sex. I crawled onto the bed on all fours, exposing my large wet and needy clit. He then did some teasing of his own. He traced my ready entrance with his tip, rubbing me side to side, up and down. I soon began to pout and grind against him but he persisted in his teasing, pulling away whenever I got too close. Eventually he did begin to slowly insert into me which made me yelp in pleasure. At first he went slowly, but built up, going faster and harder with each passing minute. I clawed at the bed, rolling my head from side to side, a stupid grin on my flushed face. After a while we both exploded and orgasmed. Our juices mixing in my clit, the same act that created our unborn triplets. Thinking about it made me horny and I pulled him onto the bed and began riding him, grinding up and down on him, my wetness creating a loud smacking sound. I screamed and gasped in pleasure, as I orgasmed over and over. By the time we finished we'd orgasmed over two dozen times and it was morning. I slept all day that day

(There will be a part three. But that part goes into Birth fetish so I shall leave a link to that part.)

Can you post the link of the third part please ?

I will as soon as possible.

PART 3:

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