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Arcive name: Filling.txt  (Preg, MMM/F, inter)
Author: Worthog <linetwo@connect.net
Title: Tiffany's Filling Experience

`````````````````````````from Kristen's collection`````````````````````````
This story contains vaginal and oral sex acts. Good ol worthog goes too far
again.    If gangbangs arn't your thing,  or if you are under 21 years old,
please delete this file now!
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The school bus pulled out of the church parking lot carrying a load of kids
to summer camp. My eight year old son Jeff was on the bus. I now had a full
week to myself.   My husband John had been on a business trip for two weeks
and was not expected back for another two.   I missed him very much and was
starting to miss Jeff.

I had been looking forward to the time alone.   Now, I wasn't sure it would
be that much fun.   I had planned to spend time with my best friend Judy. I
wanted to check out a new  maternity  store  at the mall and Judy said that
she would tag along. I thought that afterward we could have lunch and maybe
see a movie.   The Saturday crowds at the  mall made shopping a drag and we
couldn't find a suitable movie. We settled on a quick lunch then decided to
try shopping on Monday. 

The rest of the  weekend  went  slowly.   I watched a lot of  TV and read a
little.   The two weeks without my  husband was causing a hunger between my
legs. I partially relieved myself by  watching  one of  John's  porno films
while fingering my starving pussy.  The immediate tension was released with
an orgasm. It was not the same, however,as a good old fashion screwing that
my husband always gives me. I missed him more now.

Judy called Sunday afternoon to tell me that something came up and that she
wouldn't be able to go shopping on Monday.    We rescheduled for Wednesday.
Now I had  two more days alone.   I decided to make the best of it.   Three
weeks earlier, I had bought a mail-order dress pattern.   I knew John would
like the dress.   It had a plunging  neckline and the skirt was very short.
The pattern called for a form  fitting  material  that  would  show  off my
figure. I originally planned to make the dress after the baby was born, but
now that I had time on my  hands  I decided to make the dress.   I couldn't
wait for  John  to see me in the dress  once  I had  regained  my figure. I
decided to go  to the  sewing center  first thing  in the morning.   I fell
asleep after another session of finger play.    My sexual frustrations were
growing. 

The next morning I showered and dressed casually.  It was a warm July morn-
ing.   The kind that makes you wish  you  weren't seven months pregnant.  I
figured it was going to be a scorcher before too long.  I drove to the sew-
ing center with the windows down.  The breeze felt good, but it made a mess
of my hair.   I pulled into the nearly full parking lot and finally found a
spot just a few doors  down  from the  sewing store.   I made an attempt to
straighten my hair in the rear view mirror.   I finally gave up and got out
of the car. 

I was parked next to an  automotive  repair  shop  that  specialized in oil
changes.  It reminded me that John had ask me to have the oil changed in my
car.   I thought that I might as well take care of it while I was here so I
entered the shop.   At the counter a nice looking  man ask if he could help
me.   I asked,  "How long before I can get the oil changed in my car?"  Sam
replied  (I looked at the patch on his shirt),   "We can have it done in 45
minutes."  He smiled at me and I returned the smile and said, "Fine, here's
the key. Its the red Mustang."

Still smiling,  Sam asked,  "Has anyone told you that you look like  Pamela
Anderson?" I felt the blood rush into my cheeks as I admitted, "Yes.  A few
people have told me that." I added, "But, could you imagine me on the beach
in a  swimsuit  looking like this?"  I gestured to my swollen belly.  Sam's
look became  mischievous  as he said, "I for one think that a women becomes
more sexy when she's pregnant."   My face must  have been  beet  red at his
forward comment.

Sam chuckled and said, "Mam, you can have a seat in the waiting room.  I'll
let you know when your car is ready."  I regained my composure and offered,
"That's OK. I'll use the time to run down to the sewing store." "Ohh,"  Sam
said. He added, "Making something for the baby?"I saw my chance to get back
at Sam.  "No," I replied evenly,  "Its something for Daddy, a low cut tight
mini-dress for me." It was Sam's turn to blush.

I smiled mischievously as I left the shop,  Sam's  handsome  red face on my
mind.  The rest of him wasn't bad either,  tall and muscular.   My thoughts
momentarily  turned  to my husband.  I missed him  terribly.  I resolved to
attack him when he returned from his business trip.

My thoughts were  interrupted  by some hoots and whistles. I was passing in
front  of  the garage next to the  repair  shop office.   The mechanics had
noticed me walking by and were rudely making their presence known. I turned
to look at them with a 'Go to Hell'stare when I noticed how cute they were.
My  expression  dissolved  into  a smile.  I walked  on  overhearing  their
comments to each other, "Did you get an eyeful of those big knockers."  The
other said, "I couldn't get past her angel face and those big blue eyes."

Their crude comments shocked me, but deep down I was flattered. I work hard
to keep my 28 year old  body in shape.  I was  a little  puzzled that  they
didn't notice my belly.  I guess their view was blocked by the  cars in the
garage. I had not intentionally dressed to draw stares this morning.  All I
was wearing was a ribbed top with my overalls.  I guess the outfit was sort
of hot. Rather than long pant legs these overalls were cut short like short
shorts with cuffs.   Washing had made  the  material fit me snug.   The bib
usually covered my breasts.   While pregnant, I had to  loosen the shoulder
straps. The bib now only covered the bottom half of my breasts.  My nipples
were clearly visible through the thin top.

Now I realize why my husband liked the overalls. He's a dirty young man. He
likes bragging about my figure.  I caught him telling one of his buddies my
measurements, 37C-23-35.   I popped him on the shoulder for embarrassing me
like that,  but secretly I beamed  because  I know he's proud of my figure.
But now those numbers don't apply.   I have no idea what I  measure now and
don't want to know.  I do know that my breasts have swelled over a cup size
since getting pregnant. I wasn't wearing a bra under my top.

I walked into the  sewing  store  with a bright smile.   It felt good to be
noticed.    It also reminded me of  how horny I was.    I found exactly the
material I was looking for. I knew I was going to look hot for John in this
red skin tight mini-dress. I paid for the  material and headed for the shop
to get my car. As I approached the garage stalls I braced for the comments.
I heard none. I confess I was a little disappointed.  It seemed that no one
was in the garage. 

I walked on to the shop office and entered.     I heard conversation coming
from the waiting room. No one was at the counter.  I was about to walk into
the waiting room when I heard Sam's voice. He said,"Boys, she is definitely
pregnant." Another said, "I guess we didn't see all of her, but what we did
see was beautiful."  A third said,  "I'd like to see all of her naked and I
don't care if she's pregnant." Sam's voice said,  "Now lets not get carried
away.   She's a married woman."  A new voice said, "Does she know about the
free BBQ  tonight for our customers?"  Someone else said,  "Maybe she'll be
there." Sam said, "I'll make sure she knows." 

Sam's last statement was made as he walked out of the waiting room.  He was
startled to see me there.  Judging by his reaction he knew that I had over-
heard.   He said, "I guess you heard."  I nodded with a smile. "Sorry about
that, Mam,"  he said,  "the boys know a lovely  lady when they see one."  I
shifted my weight and found myself  thrusting  out  my  breasts  as I said,
"Please thank the Boys for me."  My car was ready and I paid Sam.  As I was
leaving Sam said, "We WOULD like to see you tonight for BBQ." He added, "We
do it for ALL the customers and it starts at six."   I knew his emphasis on
"ALL"  was an attempt to put me at ease.  I said,  "Well, thank you for the
offer, but I'm afraid I can't."   He said, "I assure you Mam that you would
enjoy yourself."   I returned,  "I'm sure I would, but, I just can't."  His
disappointment was obvious but he smiled and said, "If you change your mind
Mam, we start serving at six." I said, "I'll keep that in mind." 

My car was still in the stall.  One of the mechanics came out of the office
to get my car for me.   Several others followed.   I smiled at them as they
passed by.   The young man that got my car pulled it up next to me and held
the door open.   I chuckled inwardly as I caught him steeling glances at my
breasts.  I didn't realize until I was seated that my nipples had grown and
were making large points in my top. I thanked him for my car and then drove
off before he noticed how red my face had become.     All the comments from
those cute mechanics had had an effect on me.  I realized that my pussy was
damp.   I hurried home to take a cold shower. I was a happily married woman
and I was loosing control. 

After a shower and lunch I busied myself making the dress.  I tried to sup-
press my horny urges without luck. Sewing the dress helped a little to for-
get Sam's invitation. I kept wondering what that hunk had in mind.  He said
"I assure you that you would enjoy yourself." Enjoy myself at a BBQ?  Those
cute mechanics and me?  No, I was letting my mind run wild.  It was for all
the customers. 

I finished the  dress  in  just five hours.   It was not that hard.   I was
tempted to try the dress on.   I knew that I'd look silly  with my pregnant
belly. For some reason I really wanted to put it on. The material was flex-
ible enough to fit my belly.   What nagged  me  was the comment  one of the
mechanics made, "I don't care if she's pregnant."Sam also made some comment
about pregnant women being sexy.   I always thought that having a fat belly
was unattractive.   I was beginning to wonder.   That mechanic seemed to be
interested in my body despite me being pregnant. I figured,"What the Hell."

I tried the dress on and it fit perfectly. It hugged every inch of my body.
The front flexed enough to be comfortable with my belly.    The hem was set
about half way between my knees and my waist.  I was going to have to watch
it if I bend over.   My breasts  looked  like they  might burst  out of the
material. The dress pushed them together showing very nice cleavage.  I put
on my 3 inch red pumps and pranced around in front of the mirror.  From the
rear my ass and legs looked great. You couldn't tell that I was pregnant. 

My profile showed the gentle curve of my belly. My firm milk filled breasts
barely sagged at all without a bra.  It occurred to me that I've seen women
with plump  tummies  that didn't look that  much  different from  the way I
looked right now. My bulge was a little higher. Another two months would be
a different story, however.   I was beginning to feel sexy with my pregnant
body. The dress didn't look silly. It looked hot.  My nipples began to push
against the stretchy  fabric  showing my arousal.  I caught myself thinking
about what those  mechanics  would think of me rather than  what my husband
would think. 

I looked at the clock and it was six o'clock.  I noticed that I was getting
hungry. Was it hunger or was I looking for a reason to go to that damn auto
shop.  As I stood in front of the mirror the devil in me though about show-
ing up at that shop dressed in this mini-dress.  I bet their jaws would hit
the floor when they saw me. I dismissed the idea quickly. I couldn't go out
in public dressed like I was.   Women just didn't wear a sexy  outfit  like
this when they're pregnant.  People would think I was a tramp or something.

My curiosity continued to nag me. What would those handsome mechanics think
of me in this dress?    My excitement at the  thought  continued  to  grow. 
Finally,  I decided that it wouldn't hurt just to go have BBQ.   I wouldn't
stay long.   I was just so curious to  see people's  reaction to a pregnant
woman in a sexy dress. I had to finish getting ready.  I bent over in front
of the mirror to see if my breasts would fall out of the dress.   The tight
dress held.   I turned around  still  bent  over  and noticed that my white
panties were visible from behind. I needed to change my panties. 

I looked for a red pair but  remembered  that I had thrown them out.  I was
reluctant to go out without panties but my  sexy mood finally drove away my
reluctance.    I would have to avoid sitting down.    My hair wasn't in bad
shape.   I usually wore it long a strait.   I teased it a little on top and
sprayed it giving  it a full look.   I quickly put my makeup on,   a little
heavier than usual, and checked one last time in the mirror.  I looked hot.
This just might be fun. Watch out, teasing pregnant woman on the prowl. 

I jumped into my car and headed for the auto shop.   I pulled into the same
parking spot I had earlier at exactly 6:30.    There weren't that many cars
around.  I got out and went inside.  The activity seemed to be taking place
in the waiting room.   I walked in and was surprised to see a big screen TV
against one wall.   Quite a setup for a repair shop waiting room.   Against
another wall was a buffet setup with about  twelve  people  standing around
it. Half of the people were in shop uniforms. I recognized Sam and three of
the other mechanics.    I saw two couples and two other men.   They must be
customers.  Not a big turn out.   One of the boys saw me and his expression
was priceless.    He was speechless as his flailing arms tried to alert the
others. I loved it. 

Finally, others notice me and the conversations started.  Sam came over and
made a big show of how glad he was that I came. He tried to act nonchalant,
but I could tell that I was getting to him. The bulge in his pants betrayed
him.  I was now convinced that when it comes to men, a hot looking woman is
a hot looking woman regardless if she's pregnant.     Sam ushered me to the
buffet and I  made  a plate for myself.   Sam gestured to a table but I re-
fused. I was mindful of my lack of undergarments.  I didn't want to start a
riot, or didn't I? 

I began to wonder about my motivations.   I realized I hadn't thought about
my husband or son in quite a while.   Here I was, a married woman strutting
myself in front of all these strangers.  The thought gave me a tingle in my
groin.  My thoughts were interrupted by one of the mechanics. He commented,
"Mam, I wanted to say how great it is to have such a  beautiful  woman come
and eat with us." His shy manner and corny line touched my heart, or was it
somewhere further south. I thanked him and suggested he call me Tiffany. We
continue to chat as we ate. 

Others joined our  conversation  and finally I was  introduced  to  all the
guys.   I even met the two  men who were  customers  of the shop.   The two
couples seem to avoid me, no doubt at the  urging  of the wives.  They both
left after twenty minutes or so. I couldn't think of leaving.  I was having
a ball with all the attention.   Every one of the men were gentlemen.  They
wanted to know all about the baby.    When was it due? What were the chosen
names?   One of the men was married and he talked about his experiences. He
said jokingly,  "I don't remember my wife  looking  as good as you when she
was pregnant." We all laughed and I coyly thanked him for the complement. 

I got up the nerve to ask if they thought my outfit was inappropriate for a
pregnant woman. Everyone agreed that it was just fine. Not surprising since
they were all men.   As time passed I was  becoming  more and more aware of
that fact. I could see that I was having an effect on them.  It was exactly
the effect that I had hoped for.  Now,  however,  I was  beginning  to feel
sorry for them.   My teasing had gotten them worked up and I knew they were
frustrated. The irony was that seeing all these horny frustrated men around
me was making me more horny and frustrated. 

I decided it was time to leave. I began to say my good-byes.   Not surpris-
ingly,  none of the guys wanted me to leave.   One said,   "Its just such a
pleasure looking at such a beautiful woman."  I smiled at his sweetness and
thank him with a peck on the cheek.   He blushed  immediately and I noticed
him squirming to  contain  his growing erection.   I couldn't  believe  the
powerful effect I was having on these guys.   It was threatening to make me
lose my control. 

Sam  suggested  that we put on the TV.   He said,  "Tiffany we  have a nice
selection of movies to put on the VCR." I shook my head and gestured to the
door. Before I could say anything Sam said, "Your choice.  Come look at our
tapes." I thought it over and finally agreed. At least it might distract me
from my hormones. Sam unlocked a cabinet and pulled open the door.   It was
filled with at  least  a hundred tapes.    I walked over and looked at  the
titles. I noticed that some of the guys were whispering to each other and I
wonder what was happening. 

As I scanned the titles I  noticed that about half of the tapes were triple
X rated. I looked at Sam with reddening cheeks and gestured to the shelf of
tapes. He knew what had caught my attention.  He stuttered, "You don't have
to pick the adult  stuff  unless you want to."  His  invitation  was plain.
That's what he wanted.  I gave him a smirk and returned my attention to the
selections.   I love porno movies. I was hot enough to consider pulling one
out.  I was becoming hotter by the second.  I knew that with me in the room
and a porno tape rolling these guys would likely get excited beyond control.

Clearly flustered, I asked Sam,  "Where's the ladies room?" Sam pointed the
way and as I hurried  away I said over my shoulder,  "Put in  whatever  you
want."I heard groans as I left the room. Only then did I realize the double
meaning. The guys were obviously hot and getting hotter.  In the bathroom I
began to shamelessly think about the possibilities.   I was so horny that I
began to think about cheating on my husband.  I was pregnant with his child
for God's sake. My passion overwhelmed my brain.  I looked at myself in the
mirror. I squeezed my breasts, pushing them together causing my cleavage to
grow. My blood was boiling.   I rubbed at my crotch in frustration.   I was
beside myself. 

I tried to calm myself down.   I pulled the hem down to an acceptable level
for public.   I knew that if I didn't control myself,  the acceptable level
would probably be higher.   I couldn't believe how I was  thinking  at that
moment. A pregnant married woman thinking the way I was. I tried to concen-
trate on something besides sex.   I began to think about the baby.  Inevit-
ably, I thought about the night it was conceived. It was one of the hottest
nights my husband and I had ever had.  We were both convinced that that was
the night that knocked me up.   I ended up with four  loads  of sperm in my
pussy that night. 

Continued in part 2. . .


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