The Pregnant Lactating Slut: Collection (5 page)

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.