"Picnic At Lac Du Sang" - читать интересную книгу автора (Masterton Graham)

is what I do. This is what I am. Other men have offered to help me, too,
and every time I have to tell them the same thing.'
Vincent didn't what to do. He walked over to the white-blinded window and
then he walked back again.
'You came here for pleasure,' said Catherine, standing exposed in front of
him, making no attempt to hide her complete nakedness with her hands. 'Why
don't you enjoy it while you're here?'
She came up to him and stood close so that her distended stomach touched
the bulge in his pants. 'Pleasing men is what I do best. I got pregnant,
pleasing a man. Let me please you too.'
'I don't know. I - '
She kissed his chest. She unbuttoned the last of his shirt buttons and
then she started to unbuckle his belt.
'What about the baby?' he said, weakening. 'Isn't it dangerous or
anything?'
'There's plenty of room inside me,' she said, pulling down his zipper.
'Once I had three men inside me all at once, and baby, too.' Without any
hesitation, she wrested his rising cock out of his shorts, and pushed him
back toward the bed. He sat down on it, and she dragged off his pants and
his socks.
'Listen,' he said, 'maybe a blowjob'll do it ... I don't want to take any
risks.' But he could hear his own voice and he knew how ineffectual he
sounded. He wanted her desperately, he wanted her so much that his cock
was visibly pulsing with every heartbeat. She pressed him down so that he
was lying amongst all of those white downy cushions, and then she knelt
beside him and took his cock into her mouth, running her tongue around his
shiny purple helmet, sucking at it, licking it, and then sliding her
tongue all the way down to his walnut-crinkled balls.
From where he was lying he could see underneath her body, her big swaying
breasts, her rounded stomach. He reached out and cupped her breasts,
feeling her rigid nipples brushing against his palms. Then he smoothed his
hands around her stomach. He was surprised how hard it was, how tight it
was. He thought to himself: another man has fucked her, and left life
inside her, and here it is, growing. Although he couldn't understand why,
he found the idea of it unbelievably erotic.
As she sucked him, he looked down the length of the bed toward the cheval
mirror, and through the curtains of her hair he could see her lips
enclosing his red, glistening shaft. She glanced up, and caught sight of
his reflection. She smiled, and gave the head of his cock a long,
lascivious lick.
In return, he lifted her right leg so that she was kneeling right over
him. Right in front of him was her smooth crimson vulva, her lips
thickened with pregnancy, her vagina flooded with juice. He buried his
face in it like a man burying his face into a watermelon, licking as deep
inside her as he could, then taking whole mouthfuls of her and sucking her
until she let his cock out of her mouth and gasped, and pushed her lips
even more forcefully into his face.
He lost all awareness of time. He gave her one orgasm after another, until
her stomach was rock-hard and he was afraid that she was going to give
birth. At the same time, she played with him, bringing him right to the