Inducing her

“Shit, I didn’t even get time to eat.” I said to myself, midnight, moon is right on top of me as I get into my ford Taurus blindly. The message had the title line ‘urgent’ on my cell phone, which is the main reason why I got the damn thing.
It takes a few cranks to get my car started, have to change the oil. Lights come on and I shift gears, tears roaring as I back out of the driveway, back into drive I take off down my main street heading for the quickest route to the 215 freeway. I need to head west, further out to an area called ‘Henderson’, the rural more expensive part of Las Vegas which is also twenty minutes from where I work.
A call center where I met her in the first place, I can’t believe it, the radio is a small murmur in the back of my mind as I try to stop my heart from racing so hard against my ribcage. I can believe it but then, I can’t, I am to excited for my own good as if I could say it in my mouth of what I have to do , the words alone would get me hard in my pants.
“Jesus this is so crazy.” I hear myself mumble in the near empty car, near empty seeing as I and the radio personality are the only passengers tonight. I rush through traffic lights, cut corners down neighborhoods under the beautiful black shadow of night. So peaceful with the low vibrating roar of my engine as I take turns with ferocious intensity gripping the wheel foot on the gas. The weight is so hard, if I let go, I could be taken away.
The road opens up wider; I reach the boulevard just before the on-ramp to the freeway. There are a few passing blurs of fast food restaurants, even pedestrians before I bank left up the ramp and onto the open lanes on the 215.

I make it , the time on my radio tuner reads twenty after and the cold is biting at my earlobes. Frustratingly cold, unprepared, under dressed, I shiver slightly as I try to stand upright on the square brick steps of her two story house in a well manicured neighborhood. I’m spending too much time on focusing on the exceptionally unique houses I forget to ring the door bell again. ‘Bing Bong!’ hello? Anyone alive in there or did you fall asleep shortly after you called me?
I start to curse; getting a call this late in the night by a pregnant woman screaming it’s an emergency must need a ride to the hospital, why not her friends? I wonder, why me?
I hear a small panicked rush to the door, heavy footsteps and before I can realize a light shines above head on the side of the large door, bright red with a gold knob turns slightly after some scratches from the locks before the hinges whine and the threshold opens like someone’s mouth just swallowed me entirely.
It’s a doctor, short hair, ears arched gently from the sides of his head with thin wire framed glasses bridged perfectly across his red nose. He has blue eyes small in the pools of white and a stethoscope thrown over his left shoulder.
“Ah yes, c-come in.” he nearly breaks my left arm pulling me from the cold into the hallway, it’s warmer in here and I find myself having a hard time ‘talking’ about anything with her screams echoing down on me like a banshee off in the distance. I’m nearly frozen in my tracks as the doctor speaks up,
“Were having trouble, we can’t risk cutting the baby out considering her size, no one else was up at this hour and the father is off in a meeting.” He doesn’t put much detail as we ascend the steps quickly, a chandelier catches my sight, just above my eyebrows as I raise my head and the doctor leads me up the spiraling wood steps.
“So, I suggested we induce her labor, wouldn’t not make sense and paramedics are actually busy during this time of year.” I hear him shake his head then see it, from behind I see that all his brunette hair isn’t true as a small thin of white is on the furthest most peaks of his hair line.
“I-I’m sorry, I don’t see where I fit in to all of this.” The stair case opens into a kind of veranda, one large balcony that overlooks the steps we took then to the left and right a carpet white and soft even in my shoes. To the right I catch the brief glance of a dark room, door partially open, the hallway were going down now has lights everywhere door wide open with steam coming from the bathroom to the left.
Right in the middle of the room, a grand sized bed has sheets all over, the smaller woman is fluffed with no less then a few hundred pillows of white, the floor is littered with towels and styptic, a dresser drawer littered with some drugs and a syringe.
“Jesus.” I can’t muffle the word, my eyes feel as if I’ve seen way too much and I can’t keep the shock from overwhelming my face.
“What were going to do is induce the labor, basically give the entrance way enough of a push to let the baby out right now.” I was , shocked to say the least, “induce, you mean shove something in there?” he was now in a pair of white protective gloves, putting a mask across his face and at the foot of the bed where a small basin filled to the brim held water, it was silver with edges padded with towels.
I didn’t really grasp what was going on, standing there with my legs half bent as if I was being asked to run laps around the bedroom or something. I took another look, he was prepping tools and such at the foot of the bed then moved to the far sid pressing a wet towel to the honey tanned skin of Rochelle who was deep in labor, small hands of the five foot nothing woman turned up the sheets as her panting turned shorter as the sweat thickened along her brow.
“What, what and how? I mean,” I was feeling immensely helpless, just a few seconds ago I was running up the stars of her house, now, here I am, her legs spread in a fine accent, her stomach swelled to a small sphere that’s taken up half of the bed almost.
I approached the bed carefully, as if one false step would send another shock of pain into her, I was scared, really truly scared and I couldn’t find another way to express myself than the shock of this one moment, she was small, I was large, her belly was swollen, as if it was breaking her from the outside.
The doctor, looked quite concerned,
“her cervix isn’t capable of expanding properly, she’s literally going to burst unless we fail to induce her.” I found my mouth stuttering before I could even say it, “bu-burst?” he nodded giving her small head another fine wipe with the folded hand cloth, then Rochelle all at once clenched everything on the bed and heaved,
“oh no no no,” the doctor beckoned then took off the stethoscope in one fine motion of his hands, one ear piece in and the flat head of the scope against her chest.
He closed his eyes for a moment, I tried my best to silently approach the bed as if it would even matter, to him, it didn’t break his concentration, he listened, counted in his head and opened his eyes to me.
“Well, if you can’t do it, there is no way I will want to open her up on the bed, we don’t have that kind of equipment to stop bleeding if I mess up.”
I held up my hands defensively, “okay, okay,” I was still lost as how to induce a woman, my thigh touched the edge of the soft mattress then, I was clenched up by her small hand a grip of sheer steel fingernails digging into my thigh bringing a small gasp from my throat.
“There’s no other way to go about this, get on top of the bed.” He said, cold eyes staring into me now, I shuddered, I wanted to hesitate but one knee rose to the mattress, then another and I was now on the bed. I could see everything, granted from my knees my height revealed enough of her. I looked across her small body, literally tiny legs bent at the knee arose then disappeared from the sea of white linen, her stomach swelled at another part, spreading the girl open as if she were apart of some car accident, everything would’ve been serine if not for the sweat settling on her body, tiny mirrored beads flickering light here and there. Her lips bit down to a fine line at the bottom, her eyes tightly clenched together while in this moment I realized how much pain this was causing her. It was only a few hours earlier that I was sitting in front of an LCD monitor, doing nothing until the scream of the cell phone shocked me, scary to say the least and here I am now, about to witness a woman’s birth.
Suddenly, it became very quiet, her breathing was so terse, hard but remained intense, I couldn’t do anything but stare at her.
“What now doc?” I said quietly, whatever noise there was in my head didn’t shudder him from speaking,
“trousers down, no need for a jimmy, get your pecker out and do as I say.” It was a punch through my chest, gripping my heart I had nothing better to do except stand there caught up in those words for a minute. I swallowed hard sliding my thumbs along the waistline of my jeans and slid the jeans and boxers down revealing a kind of mid drift of working stomach muscle, my pubic hair and penis.
The doctor seemed to sigh, then he turned around his back to me, giving me privacy.
“go ahead, her legs are spread eagle now, so get under the sheet with her and put yourself in place, just below,” he said, I did as he asked, it was still tight as I entered, I was careful however. This was my first time, probably last by default that I would have as I felt to be sex with a pregnant woman. Hot, intensively hot and wet, I couldn’t cower away as I tried to push myself inside. I forgot that she leg go of my leg, hands at her sides of the large belly of hers, eyes at a half slit just staring at me. I looked away, moving my hips against hers and the smooth oil coasted me closer, her sweat so thick, I pushed in gently. It was enough to make the hair on the back of my neck stand up, tighter and thicker than I imagined and yet she didn’t wince or anything.
The doctor took a look over his shoulder, then nodded speaking up,
“good thing your bigger than a 6.” He sighed, watching me carefully work myself into her, it was amazing, but I didn’t want my face to show it. It felt so good, but I tried to remain as reserved and chalice to the sensation as I could. It was, for the lack of a better term sensational beyond my wildest dreams, I pushed just a bit deeper and stopped, my member was twitching, ,a tingle ran up the shaft and into my pelvic area, shit I thought, I was going to cum.
I decided to ask for some moral support from the doctor,
“uh, how far should – should I go?” he watched a bit, then looked at Rochelle, he shook his head, unsure,
“were trying to induce labor, her cervix has closed up tight, so get in there and work her open, be careful once we begin to push.” He positioned himself on the bed, knees deep into the mattress and held her hand, in the other he held the scope to her bare wrist,
“go on man, what are you waiting for?” I wanted to apologize, I don’t know why, but, I did the best I could, my hips began to work, I pulled away until the brush of her sheets rubbed the top of my shaft. I cursed; moving closer, it was the sweat that made it easier, deep inside it was a swell of liquid wrapping me up then a thick pinch of a wall. Rochelle screamed out, in either ecstasy or pain, I hesitated and the doctor smacked me without a word.
Right, harder. I did it, my hips were working, my knees were growing bare in the sheets that I fucked the pregnant woman on. I pressed in fast but shallow was my original aim, then, as I moved closer and closer my cock sunk deeper into the girl trying to push in through the other side.
“Tell me, tell me when you feel the pinch at the tip of your head mate.” His accent started to to show through, I went faster and he nodded. So awkward, I didn’t have to look this time around, I closed my eyes and the vision in my head was splendid, I began to work a bit more fluidly, she was moaning now and her body trying to push it’s near swelled crotch against me. I was so excited, pushing in deeper until I felt the fit pinch of a wall again, I screamed out.
“I can feel it.” Something told me the doctor nodded, I kept going without another word, and he took my hand, in this dark ness and putting it on something a bit wetter, slick, bone. Her leg, ankle to be more specific with the doctor’s help went to my waist line. I picked up the other ankle, working myself into her, trying to pump her even deeper. Not enough for my hips to clap hers, but enough to get my cock into her.
Was I staring at her, her small arms couldn’t seem to reach for me now as I held onto her tight as if she would run away, tears as silent as the night sky rolled from between those two fine slits of eyelids and for what?
I continued, my hips now began to roll into her, finding that wall every so pushes and hitting it gently with the practiced slap that only my cock could give.
“Up, Up raise her up!” the doctor would say, I did as asked again, smacking a bit deeper my thighs moving in with an accent that pointed my member deep into her. I sighed, nearly losing my momentum, I timed myself and with the help of a small moan escaping her lips I slapped the cervix once more with the tip of my head. What was I thinking, I am ontop of a bed, having sex with a pregnant woman. There are folks, no, a group of men that would have a field day with this right now. I couldn’t hold onto her legs any longer, the strain was to much on my back and hip motion, besides that, I didn’t feel swinging a grown pregnant woman into my hips was to much.
I continued, balancing myself carefully over her stomach, my arms went down past her shoulders then I found myself clinching as hard as she once was to the sheets themselves. She took that as a point to grab me down into her large breast and moan load into my left ear, my lips just pressed over a nipple of the large bosoms. It was working, this position she was after worked, I tipped both my knees together, my feet pointing out to the sides and my hips allowing a downward flow into her.
Careful, I could feel her stomach pressing gently against mine and I simply continued, pushing in deep as I could until I hit that sensation again. I was wrapped to tightly to move my head to look at the doctor, so I just shouted,
“I don’t think this is working, what should I do now?” he answered, “go ahead mate, cum in her, then she should let lose, go ahead and cum!” her legs dropped to my sides, naked feet pressing against the rubber soles of my shoes. I screamed now, her fingernails ran down my back sure to leave a red line beneath my wife beater shirt.
“Hell.” I whispered at first, then cried out again, my member shuddered, her lower half literally forced me aside, she was losing it and for a minute this all felt like some bad part of a rape. I was now on top of her, those legs pointed out again and I hammered into her one last time and the shudder of my penis rocked me inside, my back pinched me into pushing against the girl’s snatch again hitting the cervix in all one simply swift thrust.
I tried not to, but I screamed, I screamed so loud that I felt bad as the cum pushed out of me like one good flush down the pipe. I was locked in the position for so long; the doctor had to smack me off my rocker. One hard shoulder to my ribcage, he straddled her in position, hands in a pitchers grasp as she pushed screaming in unison right after me.
“Push!” he said, she gave one more push and as I rolled over on my back, I could see flashes of white light and pain flushed in my head.

A blur, one concentrated frustration. Blood is rushing up to my brain and I can’t feel my body beneath my neck, arms and legs all useless. I had sex with a pregnant woman to induce a labor, how does it feel you ask? It felt really fucking good like a drug I could be addicted to it, but coming down was hell.