“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.
Nursing the Male Nurse
He closed the bedroom door softly, careful not to wake the children. He turned and stared at her naked body with hungry eyes. Julie was near the end of her third pregnancy, thirty-six weeks to be exact, and she couldn’t believe how she was still so horny. Her husband Kevin couldn’t believe it either and he certainly wasn’t complaining. Something turned him on about his wife’s swollen belly, it added another sensual curve to her already voluptuous body. Among other changes, Julie’s pregnancy had made her breasts enormous. She was never a small-breasted woman to begin with so she was used to the attention she got from men because of her chest. And although her husband had always said that he loved her tits there was something different about the way that he looked at her lately. During her last pregnancy he became obsessed with her breast milk, so much to the point where she had to start rationing how much he could suck out of her. She began to feel slightly self-conscious standing there naked, with her full belly looking ready to pop at any moment. However, her husbands gaze reassured her and although she didn’t feel very sexy she still wanted to be fucked.