The Door was #$%&ing Closed (and a collection of other shorts)

A New Addition

An Indigo Zap-Image and Iconic Image story

A modest sequel to Calendar Girls

Indigo groaned as she sat up. Seven and a half months ago she and Iconic had a little fun at the photo shoot for the Habitat for Humanity Calendar. They got married shortly afterward, and then she found out that apparently their fun had the price tag of an unborn baby currently taking up residency in her womb. One that apparently loved to kick her kidneys, disliked normal pizza, but apparently loved Pineapple pizza, and seemed to enjoy the idea of having her either spend most of the day in the bathroom.

Like herself Iconic wanted to wait until after their baby was born to know the sex. Personally, she said gender. Sure, there was a big deal about how gender was fluid, and if her baby decided that he, or she, was actually the opposite gender, then that would be fine. But, she wasn’t going to not dress them like what they were supposed to be. She looked at Iconic, who was just getting up, and he gave her a soft smile.

“So, how are you feeling today?” he asked.

She looked at him, “Bloated, a little sick, and questioning why I just didn’t have you do it in my ass and miss out on this.”

He laughed, “Well, think of it this way, we’ve got a child in there, and after he, or she, is born we’re going to be able to raise them as we see fit. Maybe they’ll be super competitive.”

She smiled, “I hope they love sports. I mean, if they don’t that’s fine, but I’d love to go to their sporting events. Oh man, I hope they’re into track and field.”

He grinned, “They may be into it, or maybe they’ll be into art. Going to a class art show wouldn’t be terrible.”

She sighed, “Not terrible, boring, sure, but not terrible.”

She slowly got up, her nude body covered with sweat, every inch of her feeling so completely nasty, and right now she wanted a hot bath. She looked at Iconic and she smiled. A hot bath and a hot screw, on all fours, hard. She shook her head. That was another problem. It wasn’t one he complained about, but it was still a problem. Her sex drive had gotten really amped up. It wasn’t like she could get double pregnant, so they’d been doing it more. Well, she’d been letting him do it to her more.

She liked to be physically assertive, but in truth riding the pony wasn’t exactly going as well as she would have hoped. She could do it, but her back, hips, and shoulders would get sore. However, getting on her hands and knees was just fine. She considered what she really wanted. A bath, a good long hot bath, would be practically heaven right now, but having Iconic scratch the itch that she was dealing with would be something even better. She sighed, knowing that it was likely that she knew which would win out. She began to walk to the bathroom when she felt two arms wrap around her waist. They moved up, gently covering her swollen, and sore, breasts. A soft kiss came at the back of her neck.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

She grinned, “It is, but it could be better…”

With that she felt him turn them toward the bed, and she crawled up onto it. She felt the first lick, starting near the very edge of her clit, and then it began to trace her sex. She moaned as he took his time to tease her. She wanted it, bad, and she couldn’t even begin to express how much she needed it. He began to explore deeper, and she moved her hips back toward him. One thing she had learned was that Iconic took his time to make sure that she was satisfied. She felt two fingers gently enter her, and then she felt his tongue move up. She held her breath as his tongue began to lick the rosebud that was her anus.

“I...Iconic…” she moaned before she felt his tongue slip into the tight sphincter. He began to move his tongue, to attempt to stretch it, and she wanted him to do it. God above she wanted him to practically wreck her ass.

She felt him move his tongue, and then she felt him shift slightly. She wasn’t sure what she expected, but she felt something cold touch her. The slippery liquid gently moved down into her sphincter, and he began to probe it with a finger, then two. She gripped the sheets, moved her hips, and pushed back against his probing fingers.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

She didn’t nod, she just moved her hips back until she felt his fingers bottom out. She moaned, “Yeah, I’m sure… I want it.”

“Okay,” he replied as he removed his fingers.

She felt the tip of his wonderful cock, the very cock that had helped create the life that was currently growing inside of her, press against the sphincter. A moment later it slipped into her ass and she let out a moan that sounded like she was in heat. Her hips moved toward him, determined to see this to the end, determined to give as good as she got, and determined to get off. If someone would have told her a year ago that she would be into anal she would have said they were full of it.

Now, now she freely admitted it to herself. She loved when they had vaginal sex as well, but anal was just as good. Maybe it was because Iconic took his time, made sure she was adjusted, and didn’t just go to town on her. She’d heard some girls complain about their first experience, and from what she could understand their boyfriends had simply treated it like a hole to conquer. Iconic treated every piece of her like a delicate treasure that he was deeply in love with.

“Oh God, wreck me!” she cried out as she felt her orgasm hit her.

She felt his tempo increase, and then she felt him pull her hips against him. The explosion that erupted inside of her coated her bowels with his seed. She moaned, keeping herself from falling completely forward, and she slowly got up with his help.

“I needed that,” she purred.

He smiled, “So did I, so, want a bath?”

She nodded, “Yeah, a nice long hot one, want to join me?”

He smiled, “Sure.”