| Pregnant with Puppies II - a Christmas TailIt was a warm spring day as 59-year-old Margaret Hansen sat in her car outside the local animal shelter. Her husband, Frank, had been dead for almost a year; friends and family kept telling her that she needed company at the big rural house where she lived alone.But it wasn't a need for companionship that brought Margaret to the shelter, it was another need. Reaching under the hem of her dress to her panties, she began rubbing her pussy through the thin material. "I thought menopause was supposed to take this away, not make me even hornier," she said to herself.Margaret continued to stroke her pussy as her breathing became more rapid and she could feel it happening. She groaned with pleasure as her orgasm hit, soaking the crotch of her panties with her juices. Pushing down her dress, she grabbed her purse and went into the animal shelter."We have a few dogs that would be good in the country," the operator of the shelter said. "A couple that is moving dropped off a beautiful Great Dane this morning...has his papers and everything. It would be a shame to have to get him fixed though. If I don't get rid of him soon I'm afraid I will have to."The dog was big and beautiful. "Can I pet him" Margaret asked, and the man let her into the cage. The Great Dane licked her hand then moved his nose to her cum-soaked crotch. "I'll take him," she said.Margaret and her new pet, which she found out was named Hamlet, were together for two days before she got up enough nerve to do what she craved so desperately. Stripping out of her clothes, the 59-year-old woman lay crossways on her bed and began to masturbate. Her fingers were wet when she felt Hamlet's nose between her legs."Oh God, that feels SOOOO good," Margaret moaned as the Great Dane's tongue stroked her pussy. She was panting and moving her hips with Hamlet's licking motions. Then the dog plunged his tongue into Margaret's pussy and began moving it back and forth. "Oh Lord... I'm cummmiiinnggg," she screamed as she orgasmed.Hamlet was a gentle dog, Margaret found. She rubbed his belly, fascinated when the tip of his red cock began to come out of its sheath. Timidly she touched it and even more appeared. "It's so big," Margaret marveled. But she still wasn't sure about taking the next step.A week later Margaret put a pair of socks on Hamlet's front paws then got down on her hands and knees in the middle of her bedroom. Her heart was pounding as the Great Dane put his paws on the middle of her back.It took three tries before the tip of Hamlet's huge red cock found Margaret's pussy. "OHHHHH, this feels sooo good" she moaned as the doggie cock went deeper and deeper into her. Then she felt the knot pressing against her wet pussy. "UUUUNNNGGHH," she moaned as her pussy felt so very full. Hamlet was stroking faster now, Margaret could feel her orgasm building. Then Hamlet was shooting wave after wave of hot doggie cum into her pussy as she orgasmed again and again.Once she started, Margaret couldn't stop. She and Hamlet fucked every day throughout the summer and early fall. At the beginning of October, her period didn't come and Margaret thought the menopause has finally taken hold.About a week before Halloween, Margaret got up and started to make her morning coffee when she suddenly felt so sick she thought she was going to faint. Cupping her hand over her mouth, she dashed to the bathroom, fell to her hands and knees and threw up. The next few mornings she was just as sick. She was taking a shower when she noticed how tender her breasts were. Suddenly her heart was pounding. "No, I can't be. I've only been with Hamlet.....a dog! I can't be pregnant," she said to herself.Margaret was getting dressed about a week after Halloween when the pair of jeans she was putting on wouldn't reach around her waist. Stripping down to her bra and panties, she stood in front of her dresser mirror and saw the slight bulge in her tummy. Touching it, the spot was hard. "Oh God," Margaret whispered, "I'm pregnant... pregnant with puppies!"Over the next week Margaret tried to decide what to do. Should she go to her doctor or a veterinarian? No, she was too embarrassed. Should she try to bring on a miscarriage? No, that was too dangerous. The only thing left was to carry the puppies inside her and give birth to them. But she couldn't let ANYBODY know about her strange pregnancy.Two weeks into November, Margaret had to wear the loosest clothes she could find over her pregnant belly - she figured she looked about four and a half months pregnant. She drove to a shopping mall and nervously bought a couple pair of maternity jeans, a few giant flannel smocks, and a nightgown -- telling the clerk they were for her pregnant daughter. Then she got enough stamps to mail all her bills for the next few months and had the oil tank filled so no one would see her expanding pregnant shape.Margaret's appetite was suddenly ravenous. She prepared meals big enough to feed a family of four and left only a little leftovers for Hamlet. She was watching television and stroking her swollen stomach when the telephone rang. "Hi mom, sorry we won't be able to make it for Thanksgiving...but Sandy and the kids will be there for Christmas," her son Tom said.She had been so wrapped up in her strange pregnancy she had forgotten all about the holidays. "Oh God, what if I'm still pregnant then," she worried, "I can't them see me like this."Thanksgiving was only days away when Margaret woke up feeling unbelievably horny. Moving her hand to her swollen belly -- she now looked about five and a half months pregnant -- she stroked the mound then moved her hands higher to her milk-filled breasts and began fondling them. As always, Hamlet was suddenly there and Margaret moved her knees apart for him.The Great Dane's tongue was licking her wet pregnant pussy with long strokes as Margaret rubbed her pregnant belly and moved her hips with Hamlets motions. "OH, GOD........you're making me cum," she said tossing her head from side to side as orgasms wracked her 59-year-old pregnant body.A few days after Thanksgiving Margaret realized that she had eaten almost every morsel of food in the house. Her winter coat would barely button around her pregnant puppy-filled stomach and by the time she got to the supermarket she had to pee so bad she could hardly keep from wetting her maternity jeans.As quickly as she could, Margaret filled the shopping cart with enough food to last hopefully until after she delivered the puppies. She was waiting in the checkout line when she felt movement from inside her as the puppies turned and twisted. She couldn't help move a hand to her coat-covered pregnant mound.By the second week of December, Margaret looked and felt at least eight and a half months pregnant. Her tremendous puppy-filled tummy was so huge that she could barely struggle out of bed or to stand up and the puppies were always moving inside her, making little bumps in her firm stomach.Groaning with the effort, Margaret groaned with the effort as she pushed herself out of bed. She was so pregnant it was almost impossible to sleep. Pulling her nightgown back down over her tremendous tummy, she waddled to the bathroom with an urgent need to pee.She was so large she couldn't get in and out of the shower without risking falling so she gave herself a handbath and then stood in front of the mirror staring at her unbelievable shape. Her once sagging breasts were now as big as cantaloupes and filled with milk. Right below them, her tremendous tummy began rounding outward. Margaret guessed that she had gained at least 35 pounds. There was a dark line running down the middle of her stretched stomach to her pushed-out belly button. "This has to be over soon... it just has to," she said rubbing her stomach.Christmas was only a week away and Margaret was still hugely pregnant with puppies. Her son, his wife and three grandchildren would be arriving in three days. She just had to think of something. Maybe she could make herself go into labor.Stripping out of her maternity clothes, Margaret lowered her naked 59-year-old, very pregnant body to her hands and knees. "Come on Hamlet, you're going to have to help me now," she told her Great Dane.Margaret's pregnant stomach was so large that it touched the floor when the dog put his paws on her curved back and started to stick his doggie cock into her. "Oh God, that feels good" Margaret crooned as Hamlet pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her very pregnant pussy. When his knot was inside her, the dog began long steady thrusts as Margaret moved her hips and the puppies kicked strongly inside her massive pregnant mound. She could feel it happening, her orgasm was building. When it hit and the Great Dane shot his load into her, Margaret was in heaven, but not in labor.The next morning she woke up with an aching back but that was nothing new. Bending over her tremendous tummy, Margaret fished her feet blindly through a pair of panties and her maternity jeans, then buttoned a smock over her puppy-filled stomach and made her way carefully downstairs.A few hours later Margaret was watching a talk show when suddenly a strong cramp made her double over her mammoth mound and groan as she felt a release of pressure. There was a wet spot in the crotch of her maternity jeans that kept getting larger and larger. "Oh God... my water broke," Margaret whispered to herself.Two more cramps came by the time Margaret got out of her wet clothes and into her nightgown. As the morning passed into afternoon, the 59-year-old pregnant woman walked around the house, stopping to lean against something when contractions hit.It was dark outside when Margaret felt another powerful contraction coming. When it hit her gigantic stomach tightened and she dropped to a crouch as she felt an overwhelming urge to bear down. "It's time, Hamlet," she told her dog, "It's time to have your puppies."Dropping a pile of towels onto the bed, Margaret gripped her dresser until the contraction eased then stripped out of her sweat-covered nightgown and laid down to give birth. Moving her bent knees wide apart, when the next contraction came, she gave in to the need to push. Three contractions later Margaret felt a hairy head crowning her dilated opening. Bearing down she groaned then grunted as a wet puppy pushed out of her body to lay between her legs. It looked just like Hamlet.She had just finished cleaning the newborn puppy off when another contraction doubled her over. Margaret placed her hands on her still swollen stomach and pushed as another puppy came out of her. But before she could clean this one yet another contraction hit and she was grunting hoarsely as she gave birth to a third puppy.When her son and his family arrived two days later a Christmas tree was in place along with three puppies with red bows around their necks. "Oh Grandma," the kids exclaimed, "how did you know we wanted puppies for Christmas?"