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Playing with a pregnant woman, naughty naughty


All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.


THE PREGNANT GIRL

Even with her breasts pulled heavily down, her cleavage
aroused me. Her dress was too short, her sauntering walk
in the August heat too inviting for a mother. When we were
finally alone, I told her I'd never seen a pregnant lady
naked. 'I would feel so much better that way...it's so
hot...', she responded; so we both worked to peel off the
awkward clothes. Her breasts, no longer restrained, hung
full, almost touching the swollen belly. Her nipples were
dark and very large, and grew instantly erect when the
cool air touched her perspiration. I touched one of them.
'They're so sensitive..', she invited, and I tasted it
gently. We fell on the couch. When I touched her thigh,
she lifted her leg. Her pussy was dripping.

She had an almost perverse fascination for her sex parts.
She told me how she likes to watch herself masturbating in
a large mirror, and how it arouses her to watch the
contractions of her vagina and anus when she cums. That,
she explained, was how she had gotten pregnant: alone one
day, she had decided to spend it with herself and her
clitoris.

She had relaxed all day, and then unplugged her phone and
taken a very hot leisurely bath. The steaming water made
her feel she was in a different world, floating warm and
safe, far from reality. She titillated herself with
delicate strokes of her fingertips across her nipples and
her belly as she shaved her underarms, her legs, and all
of her pubic hair. She liked to see herself as naked as
she could, and so regularly shaved herself as completely
as possible, even becoming quite expert at the area around
her anus, which she could manage only by touch. When the
water began to cool she had toweled off, slowly massaged
body oil into as much of herself as she could reach,
coated her vaginal and anal area liberally with heavy oil,
wiped her hands and spent some time brushing out her hair.

She lay back on a stack of pillows on her bed, facing a
large mirror, with a large drink. She had a lamp that cast
a spotlight on the area between her legs, warming it as
well. The bath and the oil made her skin feel very soft
and sensitive, and the steady drone of the air conditioner
blotted out all noise. Usually when she masturbated she
would fantasize, but now she felt comfortable with
herself, and wanted to feel her own fingers stroking the
silky smooth outer lips of her vagina slowly up and down,
pressing a bit on each trip as they passed over her
clitoris.

Presently in the mirror she saw the lips begin to pout and
then to part slightly. Her loins began to tingle and she
could feel herself lubricating. She propped her head with
the pillows so she could relax completely while watching
the source of the pleasure she was feeling. She paused to
squeeze one of her nipples very hard, and noticed the
subtle movement of her vagina that accompanied the throb
she felt. She did it again, and a droplet of her moisture
began to trail down toward the pink of her naked anus. She
pulled the lips apart with both hands, causing her erect
clit to stand out, throbbing visibly as she tugged. She
began to stroke and squeeze the area just above her
clitoris very gently, rewarded with one throb for each
stroke. She watched her inner lips begin to swell and
pout. The trail of moisture had reached the entrance to
her anus; she took pride in the quantity of liquid she was
generating.

Now, with a dollop of Vaseline on her middle finger she
began to rub back and forth across the upper part of her
clit, pressing more firmly as she became more aroused. She
lay her head back, luxuriating in the comfort as the
tingle grew in her loins, welling stronger, until her
vagina had begun to blossom open in the crescendo before
orgasm. It spasmed hard in one of those cums that left her
still tingling, letting herself down still rubbing slowly,
holding one of her soft breasts in her other hand. The
need was still there, and soon she had her vibrator
pressing next to her clit, bringing her toward another
climax, and then another.

She worked on herself until she felt drugged, lethargic
after hours of masturbating and many orgasms. When one of
the local boys had walked in unannounced, she hadn't even
tried to stop him.

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Now, she felt at peace, languid on warm summer days, and
the small movements within would comfort her. Sometimes on
a weekend she spent all day in gentle orgasms. In the
morning, we would eat without ever getting dressed, her
swelling belly almost resting on her thighs. She ate
slowly, tasting every mouthful; then we would lay
together, touching, kissing, teasing our bodies and slowly
making love.

Once she started, it took only warm words and gentle
pressure on her clitoris to produce several throbs. She
lay on the couch listening to the stereo while I worked,
stroking herself to the slow music. Sometimes I just sat
and watched her lovely nude vagina and anus, squeezing
every so often to her touches. I'd come by, lean over and
kiss her to a few throbs, and she would take my penis in
her mouth to run her tongue around the head until it began
to swell. She just lay in her juices; it would crust her
buns, and when I came, my semen stayed where it landed in
a trickle down her chin and neck as she swallowed.

In the evening I brought dinner to her. Eating reminded us
of the delicious things we'd tasted, and after eating she
continued her mild orgasms. They were heavy, lazy, and her
nipples barely showed the erection of her earlier orgasms.
After dark, I finished the chores while I watched her
slowly press a dildo at her pussy until it was swallowed
completely. I could see her contract on it as she eased it
in, and my penis was again aroused. I stood over her to
have it sucked full hard while she pushed the dildo with
her heel, her hips slowly heaving.

The climax of our climaxes was a long, slow lovemaking.
We'd get comfortable and I'd slide into the wet and tired
pussy in place of the rubber surrogate. As we rocked
together, she would squeeze one of her nipples and one of
mine, and I would do the same. Our identity had so merged
that the distinction had blurred between making love and
masturbating.

We were lying on our sides, so she was able to take the
lower breast in both hands. She squeezed the puffed
aureole with her thumbs and a squirt of milk ran over her
hand. As she shifted more to her back to lick it from her
hand I leaned forward to suck the swollen nipple. A small
quantity of milk flowed, and it made her hotter. "The
other", she whispered, and I repeated what had been done,
tasting her warm, somehow familiar milk. Now she began to
milk the breast in earnest, pulling with both hands. Hot
streams of milk washed my chest, and I could feel her
pussy contract on me as her hands urged milk from the
nipple. Timing my thrusts to her tit-milking, we brought
her to the brink, and held her there for many seconds.
With wide eyes, she pressed her clit to me, using me to
stimulate herself when needed, holding the cum just on the
edge as her vagina slowly expanded in the wind-up before
orgasm. When finally it contracted on my penis my orgasm
was triggered, sending hot streams of semen to mix with
her juices and leaving us with eyes closed, wallowing in a
mixture of our secretions, feeling one another's fading
throbs as she pressed her belly and breasts to me, holding
me tightly in her arms.

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