"What to expect when you're expecting sex" (part I)


  
   April finished her shower.  She stood still, as she watched her
reflection in the foggy mirror letting the steam rise off her lovely
swollen belly.  She smiled at her form and gently toweled off her soft,
milky skin.  She tossed her dripping wet red hair and walked naked through
the house.  Her pregnant body made the effort only a bit more taxing.  She
passed her husband in the living room, ran her fingers through his hair and
stood with her freshly shaved pussy inches from his face.  Her arousal made
her swollen labia look crisp and in bloom.

   He looked annoyed.  "Jesus honey put some clothes on!"

   "You don't like my outfit?" she purposefully stood close to him blocking
his view of a mindless Nascar race.

   Squatting down she set her crotch right on the bare skin of his thigh.
"C'mon...  come play with me." She rocked her warm pussy a bit on his leg.

   "Honey, you know I don't think we ought to be doing that til you're
better."

   "I'm pregnant, not sick." She snapped.

   "You know what I mean!"

   "God!  The doctor said it would be absolutely safe!  It's been sooo
lonnnng!  I rrrreally need it!" she ground her pussy on his thigh leaving a
slick path.

   "Oh, God damn!  Stop that!  Jesus!  I'm just not into this.  I'm sorry."

   "So'm I." She stood and walked away.



   She looked herself over in the full length mirror.  She saw her thin
frame was still there, accentuating her full round belly.  She smiled at
the muscle definition in her legs.  Simply walking with the added weight of
her daughter had them looking cut and defined.

   She let her hands roam up her body from her thighs to her swollen belly
around her thin waist and finally around her full round breasts.  She held
them high and looked at them in the mirror.  Her breasts were already
filling and producing milk.  Her swollen nipples were bright pink and they
ached with a need to express.  She saw a glistening drop hanging from her
left nipple and sucked lightly at each tit, tasting her own milk.  She
squeezed and twisted her nipple until she was able to start a bit of milk
flowing again and she pulled her tit up to her dark red lips.  She enjoyed
the sweet taste.  Leaning back she felt a thrill pass through her body.

   She was carrying low this time, "made life more fun." She thought.  Her
body was still tight and firm, holding only a touch of added weight until
you noticed her belly was full and round, her bellybutton sticking out
proudly like another nipple.  She ran her fingers down and awkwardly found
her smooth naked slit.  Her clitty was straining for stimulation.  She sat
down at her makeup table.  Stretching her legs back behind her she angled
her pussy downward and gently rocked her swollen clit against the leather
stool she perched on.  She quietly sang a lullaby as she applied her
makeup. She turned her head this way and that, occasionally moaning from
the clitoral stimulation.  The sounds of cars racing and announcers droning
in the next room kept her from achieving anything close to climax.

   She teased her pretty red hair and plucked her eyebrows into delicate
arches.  She lightly brushed on foundation and rouge leaving her pretty
face glowing.  Finally she pulled out a blood red tube of lipstick and
carefully coated her lips with a thick coat of dark red that matched the
color of her inner labia.

   She stood shyly at the doorway staring at her husband.

   A commercial came on and he looked up.  She hit him with a sexy little
pout and smiled seductively at him.

   "Are you ever getting dressed today?" he snapped.

   Her smile fell and she realized the truth of her situation.  She also
realized what she needed to do.  She returned to the bedroom and went to
the closet.  Soon she found what she was looking for.  She pulled out a
tight, white, pearl button shorty sweater she knew had a tendency to pop
open.  She pulled it on and buttoned it up as high as she could.  Her
breasts wouldn't allow for too much coverage and they created an amazing
cleavage.

   She stood wearing only the sweater and stared at the girl in the mirror.
Her heart rate increased as she felt a dampness between her legs.  She took
a deep breath and went to her dresser.  She found a filmy white skirt that
originally hung low on her hips and gave flirty peeks of her legs from time
to time, however now, with child, it was worn hiked up under her breasts
and hung at miniskirt length allowing for full coverage of her belly, yet
left her long shapely legs, round ass and shaved pussy all but exposed to
the air below.

   She slipped into it and then slipped her feet into a pair of white
patent leather mules.  She braced herself and then strutted back through
the living room.  "Going to the mall.  Be back tonight."

   Her husband waved as she slammed the door, "Okay, Hon' have fun."

   Pulling into the mall parking lot she stopped and thought about what she
was doing.  The lack of sexual interest from her husband was typical of her
last pregnancy.  She only found release that time by seducing a friend's
husband.  She didn't want to make that mistake again.  Both ex-friends
moved away after divorcing over the whole sordid affair.  "How we kept it
from my husband, I will never know." She giggled at the thought.

   She opened the door and set her left foot on the ground.  She grinned at
the realization that she was spreading her legs wide exposing her bald
pussy.  Looking down she could clearly make out her bellybutton through the
sheer gauzy fabric.  It occurred to her anyone would be able to see her ass
through this skirt as she walked through the mall.  She gathered the
scalloped edge of the skirt high on her hip and slid her hand down into her
crotch.  As she worked a fingertip past her thick labia she found a fresh
spring starting between her legs.  She glanced over for a pack of tissues.

   Suddenly a man appeared.  "Can I help you up?" he smiled.

   "Oh, god!" She jumped at having nearly been caught fingering herself in
public, but then this was sort of what she was looking for.  She noticed
the way he was looking at her.  She recognized something in his eyes: lust.
She felt a smile growing on her face to match the one on his face.  "I'm so
embarrassed, I feel so huge!  I could really use a hand." She laughed.  "I
can't even get up out of my car!"

   "Okay, here we go." He took her hand and wrapped an arm around her
shoulder.  "I'm Sam, by the way."

   She could feel the dampness on her hand transferred to his as he gripped
it firmly in his.  She raised her chest as he lifted her.  "Oooh, here we
go Sam.  Nice to meet you!" Her sweater let go its grip on one of the small
pearl buttons.  It released it's load slightly, just enough for the
alabaster swell of flesh to bulge a bit more out her sweater.  Her left tit
pressed into his face.  "Oooh!  Upsy daisy!" she giggled.

   "Ooof, this isn't going to work." He said with a crimson blush spreading
on his smiling face.  He stared at a slightly exposed nipple.

   "uhh, my god.  I'm a complete whale these days!" She plopped back down
into the small car and rebuttoned her blouse.  "My husband is right!"

   "Now c'mon, don't be like that.  Maybe we should try something else." He
smiled kindly.

   She saw his warm friendly smile and felt a thrill at being so close to
this man.  She could tell what kind of a man he was by the way he kept
shyly inspecting her body.  He took quick peeks and grinned with a blush.
He was definitely into her.  She felt a naughty rush and slowly blinked her
eyes.  "Just stand still and let me pull myself up." She gripped his arm
and slowly pulled herself up hand over hand until his fingers were nestled
in her cleavage.  She pretended not to notice as she heard him sigh.

   Two buttons had popped on her sweater and her soft swollen breasts were
at his fingertips.  He slid his fingers off of her tits hesitantly.  "There
we go."

   "Oh, thank you!  I feel silly needing help to get out of my little car.
I really should have taken the jeep, but the suspension is shot.  Bad for
the baby, you know." She bit her lip as he took her arm and touched the
small of her back.  She felt so naughty being so close to naked and having
a man touching her like this.  She felt another thrill rush towards her
pussy.

   "Are you going to be okay now?  I could help you shop?" he smiled
hopefully.  "It's no bother."

   "Oh, that's sweet.  I culdn't ask that of you, but if you could just
help me to the trunk I need to get my purse."

   He grinned and moved in closer bringing his arm in contact with her
back. He gently caressed her sweater and then rested his fingers on the
swell of her shapely ass.

   She knew he had been searching for a brassiere clasp and didn't find
one. She smiled as she caught him checking out her legs and ass, "This darn
skirt keeps riding up!" she grinned with embarrassment and tugged it down
covering her upper thighs.  She slowly moved towards the back of the car
and giggled a bit as she felt his hand move lower to carress the small of
her back.  He was searching for panty elastic and she knew it.  She popped
open the trunk and smiled at him as he slid his hand down the swell of her
ass and let it drop away.  She saw the shocked smile on his face.  He
looked so disappointed to be leaving her.  She grinned at him, "This skirt
is very uncomfortable the way I'm wearing it.  Can I ask you, would it look
bad if I wore it like this?" She tugged at the waistband just below her
tits, pulled it away and lowered it down below her swollen tummy.  It clung
to the back of her full ass and snuggled up just resting on her clit
showing off her pregnant belly fully.  She stood back and placed her hands
on her bare hips.  "Does this look slutty if I wear it like this?" She
slowly turned around showing him the front and back.  The skirt hung in
place thanks to her ample round ass but allowed a view of her entire belly,
hips and those glorious dimples on the small of her back.

   "How could you possibly look slutty?  You look pretty, you look sexy,
you just look fucking amazing!"

   "Fuh..?" she giggled.  "Really!?  -Or how about back like this?" She
pulled her waistband back up over her belly and snugged it higher under her
soft sweater-clad tits.  She really wanted this sweet man to touch her
again.  She glanced down to see how much thigh she was showing.  It was
more than enough.  She knew her ass was hanging out and thought maybe she
was flashing her pussy at him.  She grinned madly and bit her lip.  "Oh,
she's kicking." She grinned.

   "Really?"

   She looked down towards her belly.  She noted how well her sweater
showed off her full soft breasts.  The marble globes had soft blue veins
leading down into her cleavage.  She mentally noted that one nipple was
very close to being exposed again.  This man was smiling at her.  She
bubbled with a sexy giggle.

   He smiled blissfully as he took in what he could of her body and she
noted the bulge developing in his shorts.  "Oh she's really active today."
She bit her lower lip again and made the offer.  "Do you, would you want to
feel?"

   She saw him physically twitched and smile wider.  "Oh no!  I couldn't."

   "Don't be silly, Sam.  Us pregnant women are used to it.  It seems
everyone wants to grope us.  During the last trimester it's a constant
parade of hands sliding along our bodies.  After a while we don't mind."
She slid closer and whispered, "Truthfully, It's kinda like a turn-on." She
giggled.  "Here, give me your hand." She sat down on the bumper of the car.
They were partially hidden from the general view by the open trunk lid. 
She took his and placed it on her thigh.  She held his eyes with hers as
she slowly pulled it closer along her inner thigh, dragging the skirt along
with it towards her crotch.  "Have you never felt something like this
before?"

   "No, I..." He became speechless as she dragged his hand quickly across
the lips of her bare crotch and up onto her belly just above her clit as if
nothing were wrong.

   "Let's see if she does it again." She smiled realizing Sam couldn't know
she was flashing her pussy to a boy who had glanced over at the right
moment.

   Sam was blushed crimson.  "I've never touched a pregnant woman before."

   "Really?  Oh, I'm sorry." She held his hand firmly in place.  "You don't
have to do this.  I didn't mean to be so pushy." She started to release his
hand.

   "No!  God!  I've always wanted to!"

   "Always?" she asked.  "You do seem to like the way a pregnant woman
looks?"

   "God, yes.  So fertile, so earthy if you don't mind." He moved in closer
and placed his other hand on her shoulder.  "You really think she's gonna
kick again?"

   "Oh yeah, she's gonna be a showgirl I'm positive.  She kicks every few
minutes these days." She smiled back at him.  "Oh!  There she goes.  Up
higher."

   She pulled his hand up to the base of her ribs.  Her skirt bunched up at
her waist leaving her legs and pussy completely exposed.  She stared lazily
up at the sky as she exposed her body to his inspection and touch.

   He glanced across her nearly naked body losing his concentration.  "I
don't feel anything."

   "No, she stopped." She leaned back on her elbows into the small
sportscar's trunk.

   He sat there next to her with his hand high on her abdomen, staring into
her pussy.  "Um, your skin is so soft."

   "One of the benefits of pregnancy.  Here, feel." She took both his hands
and placed them on her belly.

   "Oh lord, Really?" he sighed as if she had just granted a wish.

   She locked eyes with him.  "Oh, please.  If you like soft skin I've got
quite a bit of it right now." She grinned.

   He gently ran his hand across her full belly and around the sides.  "Oh
god.  You feel sooo, nice."

   His hands continued to roam across her lower body at times coming into
the range of her pulsing clit.  Each time he circled her pregnant belly he
would slow as he approached her crotch and linger a bit more.

   "Your husband?  He thinks you're a whale does he?"

   "He wants kids, but hates the whole concept of pregnancy.  He won't
touch me at all." She admitted.

   "He's an idiot.  You're a goddess." he whispered as he slowly dipped his
fingertips between her legs and made contact with her clit.

   "oooh, gawd, do it..." she moaned.

   The man kneeled lower and pressed his lips to her belly.  He gently
caressed her bellybutton with his tongue and she moaned.  "lower..."

   He grinned a sinfully happy grin.  "Is that what you want?"

   She wanted his fingers in her now.  "yes..." she whispered.

   He shocked her by pressing his mouth to her belly again and kissing his
way south.

   "Whoa!" she sat up.  "Sam!  We can't do that!"

   "What did you want me to do?" he asked with a smile.

   "I never...  uh, what did you want to do?"

   He glanced at her and closed his eyes.  "Is this a game?"

   "No!  No!  It's just I've never had anyone...  um, go down on my pussy
during a pregnancy."

   "Really?"

   "...really.  No one has ever wanted to."

   "What's your name miss?"

   "It's mrs."

   "Right.  Can I call you sunshine?"

   "Call me whatever feels right." She sighed.

   "Sunshine can you sit up and glance down here?"

   She did as he asked and she saw three inches of hard cock sticking out
of the end of his shorts.  "Let me lick your clit, Sunshine." He whispered.

   "I, uh, I don't know.  I just wanted a few fingers really.  Maybe we
could work up to that?" she grinned apologetically.

   "Anything you need." He smiled and sat next to her to caress her body
again.

   His hands slid across her belly.  "Oh!  God, she really did kick!"

   "I know!  I know!" April giggled.

   "Thank you." He smiled.

   As she was about to reply she felt his hand slip below and find her damp
lips again.

   "Oh yesss..." she hissed.

   He circled her clit and stroked her labia as his other hand slipped
under her sweater and found her full round tits.  Her sweater popped open a
bit exposing both her nipples which were leaking a bit of milk.

   "uh, uh, are you, uh, ohhh god, I'm a little nervous to ask, but are you
thirsty?" she smiled and held up her exposed nipples."

   "Are you serious?" he grinned from ear to ear.

   She inhaled deeply and raised her shoulders.  Her sweater popped open
further revealing her stunning rack.  "I love this sweater.  Don't you?"

   "Yep," his mouth was on her nipple sucking in time to his fingerfuck of
her steaming pussy.

   This combined assault on her senses had her head reeling.  She slowly
spread her legs more and more until she noticed a family approaching the
area.  "Hop up, love!  We got company." She buttoned her sweater and Sam
stood and leaned on the trunk, smiling as the family passed.

   The father smiled at April in her Miata.  He glanced at Sam, "Nice
ride?"

   "We'll see." He smiled.

   They walked on and April hissed, "Damn it!  Damn it!  I'm so close!  Get
back in!"

   He slipped his fingertips back inside her pussy.

   April lifted her right leg and exposed her pussy to his tender
ministrations.  "That's so good.  So good!  Please, suck my tit.  I need
it."

   "Even you up?" he smiled.

   "Exactly." she giggled.

   He lowered his head and began pulling on her extended nipple with his
lips and teeth.  Milk began flowing.  He gulped and swallowed, losing
himself in her slick pussy and sweet breast milk.

   She was lost in his attentions It felt so good when a man couldn't
resist her.  -and this one was so easily seduced.  It was one thing to find
a man who liked to admire a pregnant belly, it was quite another to find
one who couldn't wait to get his dick in one.

   "Let me see your cock." She whispered.

   "What?"

   "I'll take over, you show me how hard I make your cock."

   He slipped his hand out of her and quickly unbuckled and freed his stiff
dick.

   "Work it for me.  Stroke off for me.  Let me touch it." She reached out
and raked her fingernails across it's surface making him moan.

   "Guh, gonna, gonna cum!" he sputtered.

   She was disappointed, but excited just the same.  "On my belly!  Cum on
my belly!" she watched as he furiously worked his straining purple cock.

   "Yes, baby, stroke it!" she whispered, pulling her skirt low on her
thighs and playing with her clitty as he turned red and gasped.

   "Do it baby!  Cum for me!"

   He sucked for air and sprayed a thick rope of white cum across her
belly, breasts and face.

   Her fingers stopped and she fell into her own orgasm.  "ack," she
coughed, "amazing." She croaked.  Her hands slowly worked the strands of
cum into her skin.  "Ohhh, she's kicking again!  She's really kicking hard.
Feel!"

   She pulled his sticky hand to her cum covered belly.

   "Can you feel her kicking?  Oh, shit, you made us both cum you naughty
boy!"

   Sam felt low on her belly as the baby kicked and kicked.  He smiled and
slowly smeared his cum into April's belly and breasts.  He leaned in to
kiss her cum streaked face.

   "No!  What are you doing?  I'm married!  You should leave Sam.  I
appreciate everything you've done, but I don't think I should be alone with
you if this is what you're after!" She wiped her face clean and rearranged
her clothing.  "You should go!" she got off of the little convertible and
closed the trunk.  "I can't believe you!" she fumed.

   He watched her walking away and noticed how thin she was.  His dick
twitched as she turned and winked at him.  Her hair flipped in the wind as
she giggled and disappeared into a crowd.

   To be continued...