Andrea walked as swiftly as she could to her parked car. The mall parking lot was nearly deserted and night had fallen. Andrea lowered herself slowly onto her car seat, shut the door and locked it, then stretched the seatbelt over her swollen belly.
As she started her car and eased out of the lot, her mind began to drift back to her visit to Victoria Secret. The young girls working there had snickered when she came in asking for lingerie. She knew the girls were wondering how she could fit her ass, not to mention, 9-month pregnant belly, into any of their Very Sexy thongs. Andrea squeezed her eyes shut remembering the embarrassment as she quickly left the store and checked the Motherhood Maternity shop without any luck. She didn’t want that bullshit maternity underwear that came in only beige and black and looked big enough for a parked car. Andrea had hoped (in vain) that a sexy pair of underwear might interest her husband, Mark, to want to touch her. Ever since she had entered her third trimester, Mark had been afraid to touch her, fearing that he would hurt the baby. Andrea had tried to explain that while he was well endowed, there was no way, he or any other man for that matter, could extend all the way up into her uterus. Sexually frustrated didn’t even begin to cover what she was feeling. She was coming nearly every night in her sleep. At least Mark was out of town right now so Andrea could masturbate freely. Pregnancy made her ridiculously horny, so she needed some type of release for God’s sake! Frustrated, angry and still embarrassed from her failed mall trip, Andrea arrived home, unlocked the door to her house, threw her purse on the table, spilling its contents of keys, lipstick and gift cards, and stomped her pregnant butt upstairs to fantasize about Ryan Gosling.
The following evening Andrea was busy folding some of the baby’s laundry. Mark would be home the next day and she was looking forward to his return, though still unhappy about the lack of sexy lingerie and her bleak sex life. A knock at the door interrupted Andrea and she walked slowly downstairs to answer it. Standing at the door was her neighbor, Ben. Ben was tall and muscular with a head full of dark brown hair that was just aching for you to rake your fingers through it. He had dark green eyes and full lips. His mouth split open into a grin when he saw Andrea.
“How are you holding up?” he questioned nicely.
“Fine,” Andrea replied, “feeling like a house now, and only a few more weeks to go.”
Ben started down at Andrea beneath his dark hair, “You certainly don’t look like a house, Andrea, you look” Ben paused thinking of the right word, “hot.” His stare was dark and penetrating and Andrea got a shiver down her spine as her mind drifted to dirty thoughts of Ben undressing her.
Andrea shook her head to rid the thoughts and smiled, embarrassed “Thanks Ben. What can I do for you?”
Ben stepped aside to reveal a large package on the porch.
“Just thought I would help out by bringing this inside for you. I know that Mark is out of town.”
Andrea stepped aside and admired Ben’s biceps as he hoisted the package up and set it on her floor next to the table. He bent down slowly to pick something off the floor and came back up with a pink striped gift card.
“Doing some shopping?” he asked, smiling wickedly at her.
Andrea flushed and grabbed the Victoria Secret gift card. Ducking her head yet again to hide her embarrassment she answered, “No. But not for lack of trying. Apparently pregnant women aren’t sexy enough to shop there.”
Ben looked her up and down slowly before replying, “I think you’re plenty sexy, Andrea. Even more so now that you’re pregnant.” And then as if remembering he was speaking to his married, pregnant neighbor, Ben quickly looked at the floor and murmured, “I find pregnant women incredibly attractive.” Ben looked up between his dark crop of hair and Andrea gasped at the look of pure lust in his eyes.
Suddenly the room felt 100 degrees hotter and Andrea felt little beads of sweat begin to pool between her breasts. Ben awkwardly cleared his throat and the look was gone from his eyes, but Andrea couldn’t help the tingling sensation she felt between her legs. Damn these horny pregnancy hormones she thought as she shifted her legs hoping to stop the sensation. She tucked the thought of Ben’s lustful stare and seductive comments into the back of her mind for her nightly masturbation session.
“So-um- I should be going. I just wanted to move that package inside of you — I mean — inside for you,” Ben stammered, “Oh shit” he cursed. “Forgive me, Andrea. I clearly find you very attractive in your state and I need to censor my comments.” He turned and walked out the door while waving to his wife, Laura, who was pulling into their driveway.
Andrea stood in her doorway stunned watching Ben stride sexily across her lawn. Oh shit is right, she thought. If only Ben knew how desperate Andrea was for sexual interaction and how horny she felt all the time. Andrea could already feel fluid leaking out into her panties from her arousal. She sighed, another telltale sign of her pregnancy. Andrea left the box where Ben had placed it. She was fairly certain it was the baby swing, and she would leave it for Mark to assemble once he was home. She decided to go back into the nursery to finish folding clothes. She fumed going up the steps, angry again with Mark for withholding sex from her, even if he thought he meant well. Maybe if Mark would just give it to her nice and hard, she wouldn’t be fantasizing about her sexy neighbor having his way with her.
Once in the nursery, Andrea began laying clothes inside drawers. She glanced outside the window at Ben’s long driveway, which ran parallel to her house. Andrea caught a glimpse of Ben grabbing his trashcan and start hauling it up the driveway. The nursery window only faced Ben’s backyard as his house sat further up a hill. Without thinking about what she was doing, Andrea quickly peeled off her camisole letting her engorged breasts fall out heavily onto her belly. 2 soft white nursing pads fell to the floor. Andrea always forgot about these. She had begun leaking last week and had been wearing them ever since. She swiftly turned towards the window and acted as if she was preoccupied with the changing table, allowing Ben a full view of her beautiful breasts. Oh my god, what am I doing, she thought to herself. She took solace in the fact that no one else could see, especially Ben’s wife, Laura, with whom she was friendly. Andrea smiled inwardly at herself. She felt sexy and liberated. Ben probably didn’t even notice as he was heading up the driveway, anyway. Next thing she knew, Andrea heard loud footsteps pounding up the stairs. What the hell, she thought frantically. Mark wasn’t due home till tomorrow. Ben burst through the nursery door, with a wild, lustful look in his eyes. Andrea backed away toward the window.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he growled yanking the curtain closed. Andrea spluttered incoherently. “Are you trying to drive me insane?” he asked, and with that he pushed Andrea up against the window and drove his tongue deep into her mouth. Andrea moaned as her body went slack and then she eagerly met his kiss back with matched passion. Ben began to kiss her down her neck while he rubbed her belly softly.
“I have wanted to fuck you ever since your belly began to grow.” Andrea felt the tingling between her legs and began to tug at Ben’s belt buckle.
“Please,” she moaned, “fuck me.” Ben gasped and pulled back to look at Andrea’s face. His eyes were filled with longing and carnal desire.
“You don’t need to ask me twice,” he said huskily before pushing hungrily against her mouth again.
Andrea felt his tongue slide into her mouth and he swirled it around. He massaged her belly and moaned as he felt how round she was. He then lowered his mouth to her belly and began licking it softly. Andrea squeezed her eyes closed and felt his warm, wet silky mouth all over her swollen flesh. His fingers grazed over every kiss and her nerve endings were firing like crazy. She grabbed onto his dark hair and steadied herself. Her knees were feeling weak from the intense pleasure. Andrea could already feel a soft building in her groin. She felt her wetness seeping through her panties and the feeling was delicious. Ben then made his way up to her breasts and cupped one softly in his hand while he moved his mouth to her other breast.
“No!” Andrea spoke quickly pulled out of her pleasure. Ben gazed up quizzically, panting from his longing. “I’m — I’m — leaking,” she stammered.
“Even better,” said Ben huskily as he moved his warm mouth to her breast and began to suck. Andrea gasped from the intense pleasure and slight sting it brought. She instantly felt the pull between her legs and remembered how she had dated a guy in college who had made her come just from playing with her nipples. Ben looked up at her from between his thick lashes.
“More?” he asked softly. Andrea nodded. “I can’t hear you,” Ben chastised. “More,” Andrea begged, rolling her head back.
Ben began to suck and pull at her nipples simultaneously while switching between nipples every few seconds or so. Andrea could feel his tongue flick and circle and his teeth slowly nibble. Oh god, she thought, I am going to come right now. She began to feel the build of a powerful orgasm, an orgasm only another person could give her. This wasn’t going to be the mediocre kind she was giving herself while rubbing herself in bed at night. “Don’t. Stop.” she groaned between pants. Ben began to move more quickly pulling her nipples harder, and Andrea arched up against the window allowing her breasts to push forward into Ben’s hand and savory mouth. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, Ahhhhhhhhhhhgggggghhhhh,” she yelled as she rose and soared and shook uncontrollably under Ben’s touch. Her body spasmed and her belly tightened across the middle from the orgasmic contraction. She shook and she felt liquid trickle out of her warm pussy and she came powerfully. She began to come down and she fumbled for Ben’s shoulders to steady herself. Ben pulled away from her breasts and began to kiss her mouth as he slowly pulled down her maternity band on her pants.
“Did it feel good, honey?” he asked softly. Andrea nodded, unable to speak. Ben licked his lips. “Your colostrum tasted delicious. Sweet like sugar.” Andrea moaned softly as Ben pulled her pants down her legs and then rubbed her hard stomach.
“Your hard belly is so sexy,” he took a little sharp intake of breath as he ran his hands down into her panties. “Oh, Andrea, you are so wet for me.” Andrea stepped out of her pants, and Ben turned her so her back was to him, and he gently pushed her up against the crib.
“I’m going to take you from behind now,” he told her. “Is this what Mark does to you, baby?” he asked while pulling down her panties and slowly rubbing her wet clitoris. Andrea shook her head not wanting to answer.
“Tell me what he does to your hot, pregnant self,” he insisted.
“N-n — nothing,” she stammered. Ben whirled her around to face him and her pregnant belly pushed up hard against Ben and she felt his rock hard erection through his pants.
“He doesn’t fuck you?” Ben asked shocked.
“No. He’s — he’s afraid he’ll hurt the baby,” Andrea looked down at her belly and she could slowly feel the contraction easing away.
“Oh, Andrea. You must be out of your mind with desire,” Ben shook his head sadly.
“I am going to fuck you into next week and then I’ll fuck you again.”
Andrea looked up shocked at his words, and then before she knew it, Ben whirled her around and bent her slightly over the crib. She heard him fumble with his zipper and he rubbed in between her legs again.
“So wet, “ he mused. And then before she knew what was happening she felt his hard, thick cock push deep into her, filling all of her and she threw her head back and moaned gutturally like a wild animal. He thrust into her again and again, picking up speed and she held onto to the crib as she felt his cock slide in and out.
“Oh, god, Andrea,” he cried out, “You are so fucking hot!” He gripped her belly and rubbed it as he pounded her over and over again. He began to pick up speed and cupped her breast with one had and began to rub in between her legs with the other. Andrea felt another more intense orgasm building and she fleetingly thought of the beauty of pregnant orgasms. Andrea couldn’t hold on any longer. “Ohhhhhhh,” she cried out as she gripped the crib harder and felt another orgasm take control of her body. She felt Ben slam into her one more time before crying out himself and then stilling behind her. As Andrea came back down she became aware of Ben rubbing her hardened belly. Andrea smiled at the tightness of her uterus, enjoying her just-fucked feeling. Ben slowly pulled himself out of her and Andrea felt his cum slowly trickle out of her.
“It’s a good thing Mark isn’t home tonight,” Ben said, a sexy grin on his face as he zipped up his pants and fixed his shirt.
“Did you like that?” he asked. Andrea found her voice, “It was incredible,” she answered honestly. Ben glanced at his watch and a look of guilt crossed his face. “I need to get back to Laura. I’m going to tell her I was helping you hang shelves.” Andrea nodded speechless, feeling her stomach return to normal and realizing suddenly how naked she was.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get to taste your pussy,” Ben said as if commenting on the weather, “I hope Mark goes away again soon.” And with that he left the room and Andrea heard him on the stairs.
Andrea was spent and didn’t want to think about the ramifications on her marriage. What happened with Ben was delicious and she wanted to revel in it. She climbed into her bed naked, wanting to leave Ben’s smell and juice on her. She would shower in the morning.
Andrea woke up the next day and finally took a shower to wash Ben off her body. In one sense, she was relieved that Mark was coming home today because he was her husband, but at the same time, she was depressed because that meant no more trysts with sexy Ben. As she soaped up her big belly, and larger-than-normal breasts, Andrea’s mind drifted towards her hot evening and she found herself touching herself at the memory of Ben. How incredible it felt to have someone find her altered state sexy, and not only to find her sexy, but acted on the attraction. Andrea admitted it was a bit kinky that Ben was drawn to her pregnant shape, but who was she to complain?
Later that afternoon, after Mark had arrived home and had gotten himself unpacked, Andrea approached him timidly while he was sitting on the bed reading a magazine. Mark smiled at her and kept reading. Andrea tried as seductively as possible to lower herself onto the bed. Mark gazed at her, amused, and continued reading. Andrea slowly reached her hand up to Mark’s pants and began massaging his cock through his jeans.
“Jesus, Andrea!” he exclaimed, as he jumped. Andrea smiled sweetly and licked her lips.
“I thought you’d like a little welcome home present,” she purred as she undid his button and fly and inched the pants down his waist. Mark scooted to the other side of the bed.
“Babes, believe me, I’d love for you to jerk me off now, but you know how it is. Once I get close to coming, I need to be inside of you. I just can’t right now with you being so pregnant. We’ll get back into our groove once the baby comes.”
Frustrated, Andrea heaved herself off the bed.
“You think we’ll have time for sex once the baby arrives?” she huffed, hands on her hips.
“I’m horny now, Mark! I want to have you inside me, now! What the hell is wrong with you? Why don’t you want to have sex with me?!” she questioned, her voice rising.
“It’s just too — too — weird,” Marks shrugged and looked away.
“Well, I know you, Mark and I know what kind of sex drive you used to have! How often are you jerking yourself off since you won’t touch me?” Andrea asked, heatedly.
“I don’t know,” Mark looked sheepish, “every other day or so.”
“Well, fuck you, Mark!” Andrea yelled. “Why don’t you jerk yourself off again while your big, fat, horny wife works in the garage.” Damn these pregnancy mood swings, Andrea thought as she stormed out into the garage.
Once in the garage, Andrea’s head began to clear a bit. She refused to dwell on her home situation, and instead, thought back onto her adulterous evening the night before. Andrea began to work on stenciling the baby’s dresser, which was still in the garage. Once she finished the stenciling, it could be moved up to the baby’s room. From a distance, Andrea heard the lawnmower start up. Obviously, Mark did not please himself and decided to busy himself with yard work. Screw him, Andrea thought as she focused on the painting. A moment later, Andrea let out a scream as she felt hands wrap around her belly.
“Hey sexy,” Ben murmured.
“Ben, what the fuck? What are you doing in here?” Andrea asked, spinning around
“I was pulling the trash can down the driveway and I saw your hot ass in here,” he reached around said-ass, and pulled her towards him so that her belly rested against his stomach.
“I can’t stop thinking about last night,” he said staring at her hungrily. Andrea pushed him away, looking around her.
“Mark is right outside,” she hissed, “What the hell are you doing?” then she paused and let her guard down for a moment, “I can’t stop thinking about it either.”
“He’s cutting the grass. As long as we hear the mower running, we know he isn’t coming down here,” Ben reasoned seductively as he slowly traced his tongue down her neck and pulled down her V-neck shirt to expose her bra.
“Mmmm” he whispered as he pulled her bra down and letting her right breast pop up and out, before he took the whole thing into his mouth and sucked.
“Ben!” Andrea tried to push him away, but he released her other breast and she caved, letting Ben have his way with her enormous breasts. They obviously began to leak as Ben sucked down whatever fluid they released. Ben licked his lips and brought his mouth to Andrea’s and began kissing her passionately as his hands roamed her entire body, grasping at her, pulling at her soft flesh, and rubbing her belly.
“Oh god, Andrea,” he moaned as he grabbed her hand and placed it on his erection. Andrea breathed in sharply at the feel of his hardness through his jeans.
“Look what you do to me, Andrea. It takes Laura forever to make me hard, but all I need to do is look at you and I’m ready to bust a nut.” Ben slipped his hands down the back of her pants and grabbed Andrea’s ass forcefully.
“Ohhh!” cried out Andrea, loving the sensation of the bit of pain and the pleasure that followed. Her hand flew to her mouth to cover the sound.
“Mark can’t hear us, baby. I’m going to take you from behind again. I’m going to fuck you so that your knees buckle,” and with that Ben spun her around so that she was facing over the dresser, and she steadied herself against it. With expert hands, Ben pulled down her pants and then dragged her panties down her legs. He slipped his hand between her legs and moaned at her wetness.
“God, I love how wet you are. We don’t have much time, or else I would bury my face in you,” he said in a husky voice as he fumbled with his pants. Andrea felt the tingling in her groin and the anticipation of Ben’s fat cock driving itself deep into her being. She braced herself against the dresser ready for the onslaught. Oh, yes, she felt the sweet pressure and fullness as he entered her over and over again.
“I. Could. Fuck. Your. Hot. Pregnant. Self. Every. Minute. Of. Every. Day, “ he panted with each thrust.
Andrea couldn’t control her silence any longer.
“Yes, Ben! Please! Harder! Just! Like! That!” Andrea began to feel the build and her legs began to quiver. Ben sensed her build up and began to plunge into her with even more urgency as deep moans escaped from his lips. Andrea grasped the dresser tightly and then her orgasm hit like a thousand fire works shooting off inside her, over her belly, breasts and down her legs. She rocked, moaned and cried out as it overtook her and her body slacked and Ben held her up as he thrust one last final time before crying out and leaning against her. Andrea’s jagged breathing began to slow down as she came back to earth and felt Ben’s cock still deep inside her as he shook from his own orgasm. Andrea felt the tightness stretch over her belly from the orgasm, and she couldn’t take it any longer as she began to fall to her knees. Ben caught her and slowly helped her onto the ground. Andrea was a mess of liquid and just-fucked jelly legs. Ben propped her up against the dresser and began to rub her big, tight, belly softly while planting kisses on it.
“Twice in twenty-four hours, Andrea, you have made me come harder than I ever have. Even when Laura was pregnant, I was never this aroused by her.” Ben smiled and closed his eyes.
“I had no idea you had the hots for pregnant women,” Andrea said wryly as she rose to her feet. She could still hear the lawn mower running as she pulled her pants up and fixed her blouse.
“Why would you?” asked Ben, “After all, we are just friendly neighbors.” He smiled slyly. He stood up and tucked his pants into his jeans before pulling them up and buttoning them.
“I’m so glad that I was able to come down here and help you fix this dresser drawer,” he said smoothly patting the dresser. Andrea felt a pull between her legs at the thought of their transgression.
“Oh yes,” she said with equal smoothness, “I’m so glad you helped, too.” She felt a trickle of Ben’s juices run into her underwear and it made her shiver. Just then the lawn mover shut off and they each did a quick once-over of each other and nodded their approval.
“Ben!” Mark exclaimed walking into the garage.
“Hey, Mark,” Ben responded tapping the dresser. “I was just helping Andrea here fix this drawer. She didn’t want to disturb you.” Andrea nodded staring at the man who had just fucked her brains out, and then at her clueless husband.
“Um, thanks, Ben,” she said, finally finding her voice.
“Any time, “ Ben said meaningfully and the meaning was certainly not lost on Andrea. While Mark was staring at the dresser, Ben winked at her before disappearing up the driveway.
“I didn’t even know there was something wrong with the drawer,” Mark mused.
“Oh, yeah, nothing major,” Andrea waved off the dresser. “I’m sweating; I think I’ll take a shower.” And then she looked pointedly at Mark, “I’d invite you to join me, but since you don’t want to screw your pregnant wife, I won’t bother.”
“I’m worried about sex, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to shower with you,” Mark said hurt filling his voice. Oh shit, Andrea thought, now my husband is going to help me rinse off the remnants of our neighbor. And with that, she shook her head, and led the way upstairs to the bathroom.
A whole week had passed and Andrea had barely a glimpse of Ben. Twice this week, she had come forcefully in her sleep while dreaming of their trysts. Luckily, Mark was a heavy sleeper and didn’t notice. Mark was heading out of town in two days and as wrong as she knew it was, Andrea couldn’t help but hope that Ben would indulge her with some hot, pregnant sex. Who knew when this baby would come, and Andrea was insatiable for Ben’s cock. She felt the urge to get it in, literally, before she would be consumed with motherhood. She thought maybe she and Ben could continue their arrangement once the baby came, but then she realized she would lose her pregnant belly, and Ben would probably no longer be attracted to her. She saddened at the thought, and wished Ben wasn’t so kinky and would still want to have hot, dirty sex with her afterwards. Lost in her reverie, Andrea walked out to get the mail. As she retrieved the contents from the mailbox, she realized she was looking directly at Ben who was also getting his mail. Every bone in Andrea’s body began to come alive and she felt a sensation deep between her legs. Ben looked at her, winked and brought his two fingers to his mouth, spread his fingers and flicked his tongue between them. Andrea gasped. Ben rubbed his cock through his pants then turned and headed back to his house. Andrea could already feel her wetness. But then she quickly looked around the neighborhood to make sure no one had noticed. What kind of game was Ben playing? Andrea couldn’t help the shiver of excitement and arousal that went down her spine at the thought of Ben and his cock; their neighborhood affair, happening outside in broad daylight, with their spouses just yards away. Andrea would have some more hot thoughts tonight as she rubbed her pussy.
Two days later, Andrea kissed Mark lightly on the cheek and watched as he hauled his suitcase into the car and drove off. This would be his last trip before the baby arrived. Hopefully the baby would hold off until his return. Andrea was 38 weeks and didn’t want to have to go to the hospital alone. She also was hoping to carry on her steamy affair with Ben. Andrea walked over to the mirror and slowly peeled off her clingy maternity dress. She stood in just her bra and panties. A thick red nursing bra with teeny bits of lace, held her fat, engorged breasts up. Her belly filled out and made a huge arch from her breasts to her pubic bone. Black boyfriend shorts covered her bottom half. Andrea did a slow turn in front of the mirror and marveled at how big her breasts and belly had become. Slowly, she pulled one breast out of her bra and took her nipple and squeezed it between her thumb and forefinger. She moaned softly at the pleasure it brought her, and she noticed the few droplets of thin, yellow liquid that appeared. She rubbed her finger against it and slowly sucked. The liquid had a faint sweetness to it. Andrea pushed her breast back inside her bra and ran her hands over her swollen belly. She stopped at her underwear and slowly placed her hand inside, reaching the best she could while standing up. She rubbed her clitoris softly, feeling the wetness that came so readily nowadays. She pulled her hand out of her panties and righted them. She slowly pulled her dress back up over her legs, stretching it over her belly and slipped her arms back into the sleeves.
“I liked the dress better off.”
Andrea gasped and whirled around.
Standing in her doorway was Ben, and in his hand was his large, glorious cock.
“Ben!”
“Please, honey, keep going. Watching you touch yourself is hotter than you know.” Ben slowly stroked his cock from the shaft to the tip. Andrea could see drops of pre-cum trickle out.
“How long have you been there?” Andrea demanded, feeling self-conscious.
“As soon as I saw Mark’s car pull away, I came over. Laura took the kids to her mom’s for the day,” Ben spoke softly while keeping a steady pace on his manhood. “Now, do me a favor and take that dress off and leave it off.”
Andrea looked at Ben with burning lust and slowly peeled her dress off for a second time. Deliberately lingering as she stretched the material over her belly and slid it slowly down her thighs.
“That’s better,” Ben whispered, his hand never leaving his cock. “Now, squeeze your nipples again and taste your sweetness,” he ordered. Her eyes never leaving Ben’s, she obeyed and moaned again from the pleasure. The pleasure was even sweeter this time knowing that Ben was watching her and turned on by it. Ben was beginning to stroke himself faster.
“Now rub your belly and touch your pussy,” Ben requested. Slowly, Andrea caressed her belly and then moved her hands down to her boy shorts. She tugged them down to the top of her thighs and began playing with herself.
“Ohhh,” she whimpered as she felt a pull of deep arousal.
“Oh, baby, I’m going to explode any second,” Ben gasped. Without thinking, Andrea went to him and slowly dropped to her knees. She took his huge cock deep into her mouth, pushing it back as far as it could go. She was lucky that she had almost no gag reflex. Ben gasped at her warm, wet mouth encompassing his dick. Andrea began to move her mouth back and forth and Ben’s fingers entwined in her hair, moving her head in steady rhythm.
“Aahhhgggh” Ben cried and Andrea felt his salty wetness seep into her mouth and she swallowed again and again letting Ben run into her.
When all had subsided, Andrea slowly pulled her mouth off and wiped the corner of her mouth, looking up at Ben’s face. Ben had a look of pure ecstasy and helped pull Andrea up from the floor.
“That was amazing,” he said. “I’ve been dying to taste your pussy and now that Mark is gone, I am going to taste every inch of you.” He slowly backed Andrea up towards the bed. Once she hit the bed, Andrea sat and allowed Ben to slowly push her down. But not before he unhooked her bra and her breasts came spilling out, released from their hold. Ben nodded appreciatively. As Andrea lay back, Ben scooted her so that her pussy was right on the edge of the bed. She lifted her hips, and Ben pulled her boy shorts off her legs. Ben dropped to his knees and used his hands to push her thighs wide apart. Andrea’s belly heaved up and down from her panting, as she knew what was to come. Ben buried his face in her pussy and began to lick, flick and suck. He moved his hands over her clitoris expertly and every few seconds he would stretch a hand up and caress her belly. Andrea moaned as one of Ben’s fingers worked it’s way to her ass and rubbed her perineum. Andrea arched her back and felt her breasts swell from her arousal. Ben picked up the pace and worked her harder and faster, and Andrea moaned and whimpered and felt her thighs begin to quiver.
“Please, Ben,” she begged, “Don’t stop.” Suddenly, Ben hit a sweet spot and Andrea felt her imminent orgasm. “Yes, Ben! Right, there. Don’t. Stop.” She cried in between ragged breaths. She heard and felt Ben groan into her pussy and it sent her over the edge. Her back arched, her belly tightened and she shook fast and hard as the orgasm took control of her body. Cries escaped her lips and she slowly began to come down, aware of Ben rubbing her belly with one hand and her wetness with the other.
“You are so wet right now, Andrea” he marveled. And when Andrea looked, she saw Ben’s cock was hard and full again, ready for more. Ben raised his eyebrows at her. Andrea nodded, willing his cock to take her. Ben stood and positioned himself so that he was standing, and Andrea was laying flat on the bed, her thighs open at the very edge, and her legs dangling off. Ben guided his cock in between her thighs and Andrea cried out as he filled every inch of her and she could feel him sliding in and out on her own lubricant. With each thrust, Ben said, “Your. Pussy. Tasted. So. Good. And. Now. You. Are. So. Fucking. Wet.” Andrea threw her head back and moaned from his fullness. Mark’s cock was solid, but it was nowhere as long and thick as Ben’s. Holy hell, maybe Ben would hit the baby, she thought fleetingly. She could feel the softness of Ben’s skin and was grateful that pregnancy acted as a birth control. In and out, fast and faster he went, until Ben slowed down and agonizingly pulled in and out as slow as molasses.
“No,” moaned Andrea. “Faster.” Ben smiled devilishly at her.
“What do you want?” he asked slowly.
“I want you! Faster!” Andrea groaned.
“Tell me how you want me to fuck your pregnant body. Tell me how my cock is so much better than Mark’s,” he demanded his cock waiting anxiously between her thighs.
“Please, Ben! I’m big and pregnant and I need you to fuck me now. Hard! Your cock is so much better than Mark’s!” she cried out, “Your cock is so fucking thick!” And with that Mark slammed into her so hard, she couldn’t help but scream. And then Andrea felt the start of an intense orgasm. She closed her eyes and yelled out like an animal as the orgasm took over her body. Her back arched, and her breasts surged forward, her belly tightened as she lost all control. She rocked and moaned and gasped, crying out Ben’s name as Ben came and yelled her name before sagging over her with his head gently resting against her belly. He slowly moved his hand over the tightness and murmured, “Your body turns me on so much.” Slowly Ben stood up and began pulling his pants up and fixing his clothes. Andrea spread her legs further apart so he had a clear view between her legs.
“But you won’t want any of this once I give birth,” she said, still breathing heavily “You are only interested in me because I’m pregnant.”
Ben finished buckling his belt and smiled seductively.
“Oh, I’ll be back, Andrea. The only thing sexier than a pregnant woman is a lactating one.” Andrea gasped.
“I’ll be back to suck the milk out of those titties.” And with that, Ben sauntered out of the bedroom, down the stairs and out the door.