Freya St David, 18 – Goddess Of Fertility

 

On a sunny May afternoon pretty district Nurse Freya St David married Captain Jonathon Hardman of the Downshire Light Infantry at St Hilda’s church in Tipton village, where she was born.

She looked even more stunning than usual with her strawberry blonde hair tied up beneath her veil.

She stood barely five feet tall even in her mother’s wedding dress she still looked slender and pale.

In line with tradition her skin flushed pink on her big day.

Freya was twenty eight years old but looked much younger and her mother was so happy on her daughter’s wedding day that she cried all through the ceremony.

Outside the church when the bride and groom emerged there was a traditional military honour guard and when she saw Sgt Lewis

standing to attention with his comrades, she blushed as she remembered the last time she had seen him at attention.

 

But the amount of tears shed on the day of her daughter’s wedding were surpassed tenfold on the day Freya told her mother she was pregnant.

It was just over a year after the wedding and she was on the verge of her 30^th birthday.

And over the following months the skinny five foot nothing, whippet thin and pale skinned strawberry blonde grew and grew.

From behind she didn’t look very different her bum was still pert and she still looked slim but at the front she was huge, her belly was round and full and her usually small tits had swollen to the size of melons.

 

In October Jon had been away on an exercise in Norway and when he returned he found Freya in a very strange mood.

Try as he might he couldn’t get to the bottom of it, until it was time for bed.

John had finished in the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed and watched his beautiful wife undressing.

First she unhooked the straps of her dungarees and let them fall to the floor then she pulled her jumper off over her head.

And then she noticed him watching her and she stopped and walked into the bathroom wearing just a t-shirt and maternity pants.

“How can you bare to look at me?” she asked and closed the bathroom door.

When she came back out ten minutes later she was wearing a large shapeless nighty.

“What’s the matter hon?” he asked her and took her hand

“I’m ugly” she said

“No, you’re beautiful Freya” he corrected her

“I’m a great fat lump” she said and started crying

Jon immediately put his arms around her to comfort her

“Darling you’re gorgeous” he said

“But I’m not the skinny nymph you fell in love with” she sobbed

“I’m a blimp”

“I think you’re lovely” Jon said “I think you’re sexy”

“I used to be lovely” she sobbed “I used to be sexy”

“You still are” he assured her

“I’m not” she insisted

He took her hand and kissed it, then lowered it to the bulge in his pyjamas

“You see I do think you’re sexy” Jon said “and so does he”

She looked down and the bulge and gave it a gentle squeeze then she returned her eyes to his and smiled and then she kissed him.

It was a long passionate kiss full of love requited and all the time Freya’s hand rested on the swelling in his pyjamas.

Jon broke away and swiftly removed her shapeless nightie.

Freya relinquished her hold on his erection while the nightie was removed 

But as soon as her hand was free again it return south, this time unbuttoning his bottoms and then grasped his shaft roughly as they kissed again.

Jon’s hands went straight to her breasts which were the largest they had ever been in her life and they were beauties.

Her nipples were bigger too and swelled to a great size in Jon’s fingers.

Freya decided when she was ready and broke away to kneel on the bed. Jon stood behind her and cupped her breasts and said

“I really love you Freya, you are my life and my love”

Then she leant forward and presented her rear aspect to him and he gently penetrated her.

Initially he cupped her breasts, feeling the full weight of them in his palms but while he made love to her he preferred to rest his hands on her bump, stroking and caressing it as he gently took her to climax.

It was not the last occasion on which he made love to her during that pregnancy or subsequent pregnancies.

Jon loved Freya body and soul, whether that body was skinny or in the bloom of pregnancy, for the rest of his life.

Freya’s feelings for him were reciprocated with interest and she remained his and his alone until his death.