So recently I had started going to a young adults synchronized swimming class because my friend Jessie was really pushing for me to join. We both liked to swim but she was determined to get me in this class with her. “Come on, Rob, there’ll be lots of cute swimmer girls in the class~” she teased me. Naturally that was her plan. It wasn’t enough to just want to take a swimming class, she was always trying to get me laid. A good friend, I have to admit. We signed up for an eight week course, very basic synchro swim class, your sculls and eggbeaters and all that. We would meet for a couple hours every Thursday and Sunday, the second of three classes those days. It was coordinated at the local public pool, which was fitted with a set of locker rooms, changing rooms, a snack bar, just about everything you’d need. I was surprised by how nice this place was without ever hearing about it before.
  The first week was all about getting to know one another, and just as Jessie had predicted, this was a class of mainly women. I think including myself, there were 3 dudes in a class of 20. I think I had pretty good chances of meeting a girl as the weeks would progress. Everyone there was between the ages of 18 to 25, so there were some older than me, some younger, and almost every girl there was pretty cute, at least to me. Everyone was nice and sociable, and we all seemed to get along. It was a good 20 minutes into class though that we were wondering when the instructor would show up. I was starting to get a bit impatient before she finally walked out of the women’s changing room. Jessie was surprised she was in there, as she hadn’t seen her when she went to change into her swimsuit, she didn’t even hear another woman in there outside of the girls in the locker. She figured that there were so many people it must have been hard to keep track of everyone.
  “Oh she’s looking pretty good and energetic for being so pregnant” Jessie turned to me in a whisper as we all looked at her from the pool. She had to have been close to expecting, I wouldn’t have guessed a woman seemingly so close to having a child would be instructing a class that takes this much physical exercise. “Hello class, sorry I’m late, just got done with lunch between classes, had to rush a little… My name is Mrs. Parker, but you can call me Emily or Emma for short.” she introduced herself. She slowly dropped down the pool’s ladder to meet with us at eye level, and from here she seemed just like the rest of us, her tummy hidden under the splashing water. From here she didn’t look pregnant at all. “Now, I’ve been teaching this synchronized swimming class for 4 years now, and I am very proud of what I’ve been able to accomplish with my students. I’ve been divorced for about 5 years now, and I just turned 40 last month so I’m blessed to have this class to keep me from feeling my age. It’s only those students who give their body and soul to me that really make the cut, they go on to be great things…” she gave an emphatic and theatrical sigh as she finished her little speech.
  “Heh, little much, don’t you think?” Jessie whispered to me with a snicker, but I was too busy looking at Mrs. Parker. She was beautiful in her swimsuit, a classic sleek black one piece suit that emphasize her curves, and boy did she have curves. Never minding her tummy, watching her butt stick out as she climbed down the ladder had me entranced, like I was suddenly a horny 15 year old again. Her hair was bouncy and curled a little over her shoulders, a soft cloud of light brown. She was total MILF material, and I was enthralled. Jessie could see my staring and gave me a little shove. “Her?” she chuckled, still trying to stay quiet as Mrs. Parker spoke. “I got you into this class so you could find girls your age, Rob…”. I turned to Jessie, “Shh, like you said, she looks pretty g-”
  “Ahem!” came Mrs. Parker from the front of the pool. “As I was saying…” she eyed me down, “This will not be an easy class, and you should listen to my instruction carefully if you are to see any real results. Don’t be surprised if people stop showing up, I’m used to people giving up on me. But those that stick with my program will really make an impact on the world of artistic swim”. I was red in the face when she glared at me. I never liked being glared at by an authority figure, and I especially didn’t like it when I was already crushing on said figure.
  The rest of class went by fairly standard, mainly the history of synchronized swimming and the basics, learning about lifts and being assigned general exercises to practice. The whole class went by pretty well, if not already making me worried about how unhealthy I must be with the burn in my core from some of these exercises. By the late afternoon, our session was over and we had to move to the other available pool as our teacher’s next class slowly came by an hour later. Jessie and I decided to stay by and practice more, after all, it was still a fun day at the pool. That was our first Thursday. Sunday wasn’t much different, we just continued from where we left off, and it wouldn’t be much to talk about if it wasn’t for something catching my eye, or rather my ear.
  I was standing by the hot tub, which is opposite from the snack bar when I heard a loud gulp from across that direction. Comically loud, like something you’d hear straight out of a cartoon, not real life. Of course, that got my attention, but when I turned to the bar, nobody was there. I looked around, there had to have been at least 5 other people left after class before the third class would start to show up and they all turned to face that sound. Nothing. One of the girls walked over there and I could make out her getting behind the bar and helping our instructor up onto her feet. I hoped she hadn’t fallen on her butt too hard, what with carrying a child and all, but she seemed blissfully cheery for whatever reason. I shrugged and turned back to Jessie, and we chilled in the tub for another half hour before the place became crowded with the next class, packing it in for the day.
  For the next couple weeks, true to Mrs. Parker’s word, the class started to shrink up. People stopped showing up, and our class of 20 dropped to 12 in that short time. I noticed of course all the guys had stopped showing up, maybe they had found what they wanted out of the class and they split, saving themselves from the pain of sustained eggbeater kicks. Even this one cute blonde named Julia dropped the class, and that really bummed me out. But the routine adjusted to fit the smaller class, as that seemed to be a recurring pattern with Mrs. Parker’s classes.
  In another 3 weeks, over halfway done with the class, we had dropped to 6 students. Mrs. Parker seemed displeased, but I didn’t know if it was because of the lack of students sticking around or our ever increasing fatigue as the class got more and more intense the less students there were. I would have quit too if it wasn’t for getting to see Mrs. Parker’s fine butt strut down that ladder every class, and the more of her distended tummy I saw, the more it seemed to turn me on seeing a MILF so pregnant. But wait, shouldn’t she have had her child by now? That’s what I thought, at least. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that she never brought attention to her tummy, never mentioned she was pregnant. Surely she should have had it by now… when we were in the water I could never get a good look but I swear sometimes it seemed the bulge in her swimsuit was a lot bigger than normal, inhumanly so, I thought. Was I just being rude?
  No matter how big her tummy was, I couldn’t help but think of Mrs. Parker at night. Maybe the size of her tummy actually contributed to that, I guess I had a think for pregnant women on top of MILFs in general. If Julia was gone, maybe I could get my cock wet with Mrs. Parker instead. It was now Sunday of the seventh week, three lessons left. I figured now was as good a time as any. Class was getting more intense, yes, but also shorter as the class thinned out. There isn’t many new lifts and routines you can teach to so few people, so it was mostly more eggbeaters and simple sets, still it was good exercise. Mrs. Parker’s stomach was a little smaller than usual today, but her ass was still wide, perhaps even wider than before. Her butt could barely fit in that one piece, nearly riding up between her pillowy ass cheeks. Some would call it obscene, but I called it mouth watering. Practice went on for another hour or so before Mrs. Parker decided to call it off, clutching her stomach as it grumbled. Maybe a snack break would do but I figured the cramping would ruin the session anyway, so it was best to end it. Well, this was actually perfect, as it gave me more time to hit on Mrs. Parker. I waited outside the changing room for Jessie so I could tell her to wait up for me to make my move on Mrs. Parker, who was also changing with the rest of the women. Jessie liked to tease me for my crush on the teacher, but even she has to admit she had a rocking ass.
  I waited for a couple minutes, two of the girls left pretty quickly so I was wondering what took Jessie so long. As soon as I thought about it, I heard a loud scream, no doubt it was Jessie’s voice. My head darted left and right, no one was around to hear. “Y-You alright in there, Jessie?” I called out to her. “Rob! Help!” she screamed out. I had no choice but to rush in after her. My whole body froze at the sight. It was Jessie on her hands and knees, still in her swimsuit, and behind her was Mrs. Parker, her stomach much larger than just a few minutes ago during class.
  “Rob, she’s fucking eating me!” Jessie screamed out, and I quickly bolted across the changing room as Jessie screamed and squirmed about, sinking further down Mrs. Parker’s throat. As I ran up to them, Jessie gave one last scream before Mrs. Parker closed her mouth over Jessie’s face, her hair still on her lips as she gave a moan and a loud swallow, just like the one I heard before. I could see Jessie’s terrified expression making an indentation in the teacher’s throat before she disappeared into the massive stomach. She rolled over onto her back, showing off her wiggling and squirming tummy, still pressed tight by her swimsuit. I had to admit, and I wasn’t proud to admit this, but I was turned on, and Mrs. Parker could tell.
  “Hey Sweetie, you’re blushing~” she purred seductively. “And I can see that cock poking through your swimsuit, Cutie~”. I instantly turned away, trying to hide my throbbing boner. “M-Mrs. Parker, let go of my friend now!” I tried to sound assertive, tried to hide my fear, and my arousal. “I could… but you better hurry before she adds to my hips~” I turned back to her, confused. “Hurry and do what?”. That was when I saw her smirk. It was a very obvious and mischievous one. She licked her lips slowly as she stared into my soul. “Call me Emma~” she purred before rolling back onto her stomach, earning a little muffled scream and a kick from Jessie. She was lying on her tummy like a yoga ball, rolling on it til her fat, juicy ass faced me. She strained a little, tugging at the suit before a loud snap split it open, freeing Emma’s ass from the confines of her suit and giving her more breathing room. “Now, that Julia girl accidentally introduced me to anal the other week and I’ve just been dying to try it again, you help me, and I’ll let your friend go~ sound good?”
  My face was burning bright red at the sight of this woman’s ass, so soft and round. I had to work up the nerve to even touch it, but when I did, I felt I would just sink into the soft flesh. It was so squishy and smooth, moldable almost. How many had this woman eaten to get this Goddess like ass? It was heavenly given the hellish situation, and it only got more heavenly as I parted her thick ass cheeks to reveal her beautifully well kempt asshole. It looked virtually unused, as tight as possible and a cute shade of pink. “Like I said, when Julia and I chatted, one thing led to another, and a little slip sent my ass on her face and well, I couldn’t help myself. Just feeling her kicking and screaming as she slid up my ass was enough to get me off, nearly cancelled class that day~”. So many thoughts raced through my head, the thought of that girl sliding up this MILFs asshole. Did I want to try that?
  “If you’re done marvelling at it and want to save your friend, I suggest you- O-Oh my!” Emma moaned out as I couldn’t resist running my tongue along her giant asshole. Every inch of that hole needed my tongue on it in that moment, and I just loved the taste of a woman’s ass. I moaned as my tongue glided over the folds of Emma’s asshole, the hole yawning and opening a little in appreciation. As it opened slightly, I took my chance to shove my tongue up this MILF’s tasty asshole, getting a tight grip on her ass cheek as my tongue did its work. I could feel her pussy dripping wet, I could hear the wetness trickle down to the tile floor as I worked on Emma’s asshole. Then suddenly, I let out a surprised yelp. A tongue had licked mine back. I pulled back and watched as a blonde head of hair crowned from Emma’s asshole. It was one of the girls trying to make her escape. She was panting heavily, no doubt from crawling through the sauna that was Emma’s intestines. My eyes darted back and forth, thinking about what to do, when finally my depraved thoughts got the best of me. I gave the student a nice wet kiss before standing up and pulling my swimsuit down to my knees. I was rock hard, and even standing straight up, Emma’s tummy itself gave her enough height for her asshole to be at my cock’s level.
  With no hesitation I thrust my cock deep into the girl’s mouth, the hot, slimy mouth feeling amazing on the tip of my cock. Her eyes widened as I thrust, at first feeling a little guilty but to my astonishment she was getting into it too. Her face was a blushing, burning mess of horny emotions as I pounded my dick down her throat. Both her and Emma moaned in unison as I took a tight hold of Emma’s ass with both hands and pounded the girl’s throat. Little by little she was pushed back into Emma’s asshole, it stretching wide to reclaim its meal. I think that was when she snapped out of it, the girl’s eyes widening as she felt herself sliding back inside the heated backside. I think she would have squirmed more and screamed harder if not at that moment I came in her mouth, filling it entirely with my hot sperm. I was in bliss, grinding my cock against Emma’s ass, feeling the mouth slowly slide my cock out til it was just hugged tight by Emma’s insides. That was when I was satisfied enough to pull out.
  Mrs. Parker was very pleased, it seemed. She huffed as she got to her legs, her knees shaking like crazy. I looked up to see the familiar bulge in her throat as she gagged and started to cough up a terrified Jessie. She slid so effortlessly out of Mrs. Parker’s mouth, gently landing in a pile of towels and shivering. That’s when Mrs. Parker sat back on a bench, crossing her legs to hide the tear in her swimsuit. The remaining girls were still squirming around, at least one of them was, I think. “H-Holy shit~” I panted, still trying to recover. Jessie had wrapped a bunch of towels around her and moved next to me as Emma spoke.
  “Now, like I promised, Jessie can go… but tell anyone about my class and I won’t stop until you’re drowning in stomach acid~”. Even her threats were somehow very arousing to me. Jessie and I nodded. “Jessie, you are dismissed.” Jessie was hesitant to leave me alone with Mrs. Parker, but I gave her a look telling her to get out of here. She slowly left the changing room, “I’ll be seeing you next Thursday, I hope” Mrs. Parker slyly chuckled as Jessie left. “As for you, I think you need another quick swim lesson”. Before I could protest, Mrs. Parker pounced from her bench and landed with her full weight on my face, her crotch blinding me entirely. She ground my face against that dripping wet pussy vigorously, the squishy wet folds parting slightly to really coat my face in her pussy juices. Again, I’d hate to admit it, but that was really turning me on despite all the things surrounding this moment. I happily lapped at the pussy, shoving my tongue in as deep as I could before I felt a push.
  Mrs. Parker pressed hard against the back of my head, my face squishing up against the folds before I felt my whole head jammed inside her slickened vaginal canal. I was loving this more than I should. I squirmed and licked as much as I could, her heavy breathing getting louder in my ears. I could hear her heart beating rapidly, and the gurgling of her tummy. Everything hitting me all at once, from the tight squeeze of her pussy as I felt more and more of my body sliding up it, to the intoxicating aroma of her juices as they smeared across my face. The top of my head hit this MILF’s cervix in no time, where I just knew she had something in store. I could feel myself being lifted up into a sitting position, and I braced myself for what was next. Mrs. Parker just lifted her feet off the ground and her body came crashing down on my comparatively tiny figure. My whole upper body was being hugged tight by her womb, my feet barely sticking out. I was trapped in this paradise, and I was loving every second. I would sweat and pant, the walls around me slick with fluids, creating an almost unbearably humid room for me to rest in.
  With a little push of my feet and a clench, Mrs. Parker sealed me inside her womb. My body curled up in its depths as my body finally felt the fatigue and soreness from this intense experience. She chuckled once more as she finally packed up her things. Her next class would have to be cancelled. With how stuffed she was, she couldn’t even imagine trying to pretend to teach the class for the rest of the day. She just grabbed her things and waddled out to her car as she would do after every class.
  “I’m keeping you there for a while, kid” she panted, driving off to her home. “I’m keeping you for quite a while” she purred as she hit the road.