by Freya Kane
I groaned as Archer pushed inside without warning. The stretch of his cock felt amazing, and I was soaked enough already that he slid in with no problem. His hands wrapped around my hips and he started a fast rhythm.
The slapping sound of flesh on flesh seemed incredibly loud in the quiet neighborhood but I was beyond caring who heard or saw us anymore. In this position, though, the lounge chair definitely wasn't the best idea. I shifted just a bit, and my knee slipped through the rubber webbing.
The sudden change in angle caused Archer’s cock to slip out of me, but the speed of his thrusts didn’t falter. He thrust forward, but instead of sliding right back into my pussy, his slick cock found another hole to push into.
That hole.
Finally.
My ample pussy juices had spread to coat my ass as well, and Archer’s cock was slippery from being inside my pussy, so the momentum of his thrust had him sliding inside my unprepared asshole for a moment before he realized just where he was.
"Sorry Tessa!" he said, stilling his thrusts. He didn't pull out immediately, though. "You're so tight," he said, his breath catching. "I just need a second or I'm going to come."
I tightened my muscles, squeezing the invading organ and pondering if I could handle more without any real preparation.
I wanted to try.
“Or you could keep going,” I said, my voice sounding breathy.
Already an inch or two inside my ass and obviously loving it, Archer wasn’t inclined to disagree. “You just have to tell me if it hurts too much.”
Slowly Archer thrust forward, and I held the edge of the chair in an absolute death grip as I forced unused muscles to relax. I'd had anal once or twice in the past, but it had been awhile and the cocks certainly hadn't come close to the size of Archer's.
The penetration seemed to go on and on until my lust-crazed brain was wondering if Archer's cock had somehow grown another foot in the last minute. Finally, I felt Archer's thighs brush mine.
He was completely inside.
“Tessa,” he said, his voice strangled. “Fuck it’s so tight. I need to make you come.”
Archer’s hand left my hip to spread apart my pussy lips, finding the aching button of my clit. He pulled out just a few inches before thrusting back inside with an agonizing slowness, and I let out a low keen as the burning stretch inside me started to give way to pleasure.
I rocked against Archer’s hand, grinding my clit against his fingers as he fucked me. “That’s right,” he murmured. “Ride my hand. Make yourself come. I want to feel you squeeze me.” Two of Archer’s fingers pushed into my pussy while his thumb kept rubbing at my clit.
“Add another,” I asked, my voice sound blown out with the intensity.
Archer added his third finger, his pinkie finger rubbing against my opening for just a moment before joining the other three inside me.
I had never felt so filled. I tilted my head down, entranced by seeing Archer’s fingers buried inside me, only a thumb away from having his whole hand in my pussy. I didn’t know whether to buck against Archer’s hand or back against his cock. Every nerve ending was firing with intense pleasure, and when I came I could feel the tremors from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.
My muscles locked up and squeezed, clenching around Archer’s fingers while my ass grew even tighter around his cock. Archer let out a loud groan in my ear as he spilled inside me, my ass pulsing around him and milking him of every drop.
We stayed like that for what felt like ages. Archer’s cock started to soften inside me, and he pulled out slowly, conscious of just how sore I had to be. He eased his fingers out of my pussy, and I whimpered at the sudden feeling of emptiness.
“That was. . .” Archer’s voice trailed off. Neither of us could even describe the maddening amount of pleasure we’d just experienced. But we both knew one thing.
We were definitely doing this again. And again. And again.
***
A few months later, and I was back at school, buried in classes and homework. I missed our days by the pool, but I was lucky enough to have gotten a small apartment in an awesome complex off campus.
That meant no roommates.
And it really wasn’t that far of a drive for Archer to come visit.
But my favorite part of the apartment complex? It had a pool with a privacy fence that no one seemed to ever use.
By now my belly had popped and there was no hiding that I was pregnant. I had slipped on my yellow bikini. It had been skimpy before but considering how my breasts had grown it was almost indecent. And my huge pregnant belly almost hid the tiny string bottom.
I heard a knock on my door, and I flung it open excitedly. On the other side of the thick wooden door was Archer with a smile on his face and a bottle of lube in his hand.
Our relationship was becoming something more than just fucking by a pool. Archer had been surprised when I revealed my pregnancy, but the bigger I got, the more he seemed to like it. Every wild change my body went through seemed to turn him on more.
He had been sucking on my nipples last week and milk started to come out. He lifted his head, staring at me in shock for a moment before he lowered his head back down and sucked more, his tongue working my nipple until both of them were drained dry, all the while his cock was hard enough to pound nails against my thigh.
As soon as he finished sucking my milk, he rammed his cock into me, giving me a pounding that shocked me with its intensity. “I want,” he had growled, “I need to mark you. Fuck, Tessa!” Abruptly he pulled out and started jacking his cock, and a moment later my pregnant belly was painted with stripes of his come. Every encounter between us had turned into this amazing primal fuckfest. I loved it!
Our relationship may have started with taking my top off by the pool, but it was growing into something real.
But right now the only growing thing that I was concerned about was the erection growing inside Archer’s pants. I pulled him inside and locked the door behind him, dropping to my knees with a smile on my lips.
“Welcome home, baby.” I caught his zipper in my teeth and tugged it down, smiling when I saw that he was wearing his swim trunks underneath his cargo shorts.
“Feeling like an afternoon by the pool?” Archer said, eyeing my outfit as he helped me stand back up.
“Oh yes,” I purred. “It’ll finally be getting cold soon, so we can’t miss the last warm weekend!” I twirled, giving him a look at my outfit from all angles. “You don’t think it’s too much?” I asked, my hand running over the bulge of my belly.
“Fuck no,” Archer groaned. “It’s taking everything inside me to not rip that bikini bottom down and fuck you right now.”
I smirked and took a step backward. “You’ll just have to save it for the pool,” I said, grabbing the key to the gate and leading him out of our apartment.
The pool was small but really nice. This late in the season, no one ever seemed to use it so I wasn’t surprised to find it completely empty. I locked the gate behind us and peeled off my top, my nipples pebbling in the late summer air. Grinning at Archer, I climbed down into the pool.
I floated on my back, my bare breasts and big belly poking out of the water as my hair flowed around me. Archer was sitting on one of the lounge chairs, watching me with obvious lust on his face and the front of his swim trunks tented out with an erection.
Archer glanced around quickly, double checking that we were truly alone before pulling down the front of his swim trunks so that he could stroke his cock as he watched me.
“Remember the first time you did that?” I asked, remembering Archer jerking off on the pool float while I fingered my pussy.
“Fuck, I’ll never forget that. Watching you touch yourself like that. . .”
The ache had already started to grow between my legs, and I knew I had to have Archer now. The pool could wait for a bit.
I climbed out of the pool, my pregnant belly making it a bit hard for me to move too quickly. I
untied the sides of my bikini and it fell to my feet as I walked towards Archer. Totally nude, I straddled him and sheathed him inside my pussy in one quick movement.
I leaned back on my hands, the movement lifting my belly enough so that Archer could get a good look at where we were joined as his hips lifted me up with every thrust.
Archer brought one of his hands between my legs, finding the slick button of my clit and rolling it between his fingers.
“Fuck, I wish you could stay pregnant forever. You look so hot like this.”
I moaned, shivering in pleasure at Archer’s words and a moment later Archer was using his other hand to pull me closer and guiding my breast towards his mouth.
His tongue closed around my nipple, the sharp taste of the chlorine quickly disappearing under the sweet taste of my milk that poured into his mouth.
“Your pussy’s so wet,” Archer breathed against my breast. “You’re always dripping for me.”
“Always,” I echoed, my voice cutting off in a cry of pleasure as Archer’s cock inside me along with his tongue on my nipple brought me to my peak.
My pussy squeezed him tightly, wringing his own orgasm out of him, and I felt the hot flood of his come inside my pussy. Exhausted, I slumped down against him, my belly trapped between us.
Naked by a public pool and sticky with come and chlorine, I couldn’t have been happier. When I stood up on shaky legs a few minutes later, Archer’s come coated my inner thighs. Smiling, I took his hand and urged him to his feet. Archer kicked off his swim trunks and followed me into the water, already anticipating round two.
“Come for a swim with me baby! You know, you’ve never actually fucked me IN the pool, you know. . .”
