by Freya Kane
That last thrust hit me in the perfect spot to push me over the edge into another orgasm. A big change from the screaming pleasure I had experienced earlier, it flowed over me in gentle ripples. My pussy fluttered around Jared’s cock, clenching him tightly. Jared growled my name before emptying himself in me.
Afterwards, we both laid on the couch, exhausted, satiated, and just a little sticky. The whipped cream had melted and the chocolate was more pudding than hot fudge. If this was the reaction I got just from telling Jared I was pregnant, I couldn’t wait until I started to show!
***
A few months had gone by, and I was DEFINITELY showing. My breasts spilled over every bra I owned and my belly rose out underneath them, round and sexy. Jared couldn’t get enough.
“I really really want to slide my cock in between your tits and fuck them until I come.”
Jared’s dirty words went straight to my core. Raised in a house with three sisters, he was always sweet and respectful and attentive to my needs. Jared was perfect, but sometimes you don’t want perfect. Sometimes you want a man who will shove you onto the bed and slam his cock into whatever hole is closest. Sometimes you want to wake up covered in come and just a little bit sore.
“I want the same thing,” I said, watching the surprise on Jared’s face as he registered just how low the dress I was wearing today was. The edges of my areolas were visible already, and I leaned forward, my nipples popping out of the too-tight fabric. The front of Jared’s pants looked even tighter.
I climbed on Jared’s lap and felt the bulge of his erection pressing against my mound. “No bra,” he observed. “What a naughty girl.”
“No panties either,” I said, shifting slightly on his lap so that his cock pressed right against the center of me.
“That’s really fucking hot,” Jared stated, grinding against me. Jared reached between us and unfastened his pants, freeing his cock. All eight inches of him was fully hard and dripping. Jared shifted me on his lap and his cock pushed inside me. We both groaned, loving that first thrust and the feeling of incredible fullness. "I thought you wanted..." I trailed off.
He bucked into me, short, shallow thrusts as he tugged my dress over my head, baring my naked breasts to his view. "I do, Catie," he said. "I just wanted to get a bit slippery." He pulled out and guided me down onto the floor, settling me on my back on the soft rug. I whimpered at his absence inside me as he straddled my rib cage, careful not to put any pressure on my belly, but I was more than ready for what was about to come. He took my hands and guided them to the outside of each breast, silently instructing me to press them together and create a channel for his cock.
He pressed his damp cock between them and the sensation was strange but arousing. My breasts had always been exceptionally sensitive, and the feeling of his thick length sliding in between then was intoxicatingly new and different.
“Catie, love, open your eyes,” Jared gasped. “I want you to see this.”
I opened my eyes and was greeted with the incredibly erotic sight of Jared’s cock, disappearing and reappearing from the tunnel of flesh I had created. The head appeared only inches from my face as his thrusts grew harder, and I licked the dark red head as it brushed my lips.
The touch of my mouth surprised him and he keened low in his throat. He reached forward and pinched at my nipples, rolling each one between his fingers until they were hard and aching, and still he continued.
The sensations on my nipples followed a straight line right to my center, and I could feel an orgasm building even though nothing was touching my cunt. I pressed my legs together, trying to get any kind of friction between them.
Jared’s hands continued to work at my nipples, rubbing them with his thumbs in tiny circles that made me throb. His cock was still thrusting, and I could see a few white beads of his pleasure clinging to the head. He was very close.
“I’m going to come, Catie,” Jared warned. “I’m going to cover your tits and your neck until everyone knows who you belong to.” His hips jerked forward and I watched as the milky white strands coated my well-fucked breasts and made white streaks across my neck. A few stray droplets made it as far as my lips and I licked them away, meeting at Jared’s eyes as I did.
He ducked his head and licked the trail of his come, following the length of my breast until he reached my nipple, dark and swollen from his touch. Jared closed his mouth around it, sucking and licking, and I cried out as an orgasm crashed over me, my entire body shivering and shaking with pleasure despite my dripping cunt being untouched,
My milk had come in early, and Jared loved nursing from me. The sensation of my milk pouring from my aching breasts was almost like an orgasm in itself. And the pleasure that Jared got from drinking from me made it even better.
Jared didn’t falter in his attentions to my breast, drawing every last bit of milk he could out of me until I laid on the floor, boneless and satiated. “That was incredible,” he said, awestruck. “But now I need to clean you up.”
Jared stood up on shaky legs and stripped off his clothes. The front of his pants was damp from my juices and I couldn't help but smile, feeling oddly proud that I had marked him as well.
Jared disappeared into my bedroom and came back with a pair of pink lacy panties. He twirled them around his finger before settling down next to me. At my questioning look, Jared’s lips curled into a smile and he said, “Much sexier than a washcloth.”
Jared slowly began to clean me with the panties. Thorough was Jared’s middle name, and he made sure to clean every inch of my body, rubbing the soft lace across the curves of my breasts and belly and then upwards to my neck until he had cleaned every trace of come off my skin.
My pussy was quivering from his attentions. “Touch me, Jared,” I begged.
A feigned look of puzzlement crossed Jared’s face. “Touch you? But how do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to touch you here?” Jared’s fingers delicately traced my outer folds. “What about here?” His fingers moved deeper, circling the wet petals of my lips.
“Inside,” I whimpered. “I need you inside.”
“Anything for my girl.” Jared pressed two fingers inside my pussy. The slid into me easily, my grasping body pulling him inside. Jared slowly began fucking me with his fingers, pumping them in and out.
“I’m not sure if this is working, baby,” Jared said. “I think I should try to kiss it better.”
Before I could react, Jared had pulled his fingers out of me and had his face buried in my pussy. He flattened his tongue against my clit and that perfect pressure was just enough to bring me to a screaming orgasm, my thighs clenching around his head as I shook and shuddered my pleasure.
Jared lifted his head up, licked his lips, and smiled that same wry grin he always wore. “Do you feel better, sexy?” he asked.
I nodded, my voice having vanished somewhere after that final lick.
***
I had the best night of sleep of my life. Jared was spooned against my back, and I could feel his morning erection poking me in my lower back. I shifted back against Jared, pressing my body against his hard cock.
Jared spoke into my ear, his voice still husky and rough with sleep. “I adore every bit of softness on you,” he said, kissing my shoulder, “and every curve. Would you think I was a horny bastard if I said I wanted to fuck every curve?”
I shivered at the image of all the places on my body that Jared might be able to press his cock into. As if he heard my thoughts, Jared shifted his hips to move his cock lower.
I could feel the thick length of his cock pressing between my thighs. I had been wet since I first felt Jared against my back, and the thought of what he wanted to do to me had only increased that. The length of him was pressed between my lower lips, and he slowly began thrusting, my slickness spreading across him as his cock rubbed between my thighs.
The sensation was so different than the times he had been inside me. The friction between my legs was obviously bringing
him a great deal of pleasure, and I threw back to covers so I could watch, mesmerized, as the head of his cock appeared between my upper thighs at each thrust.
“You’re so wet,” he groaned. “Absolutely dripping.” Jared’s hand had been resting on my hip but now it delved lower, seeking my clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. “Every time I see you, I get hard. I can’t get enough of this body. The bigger your belly grows, the more I want you. I just want to spread you out on a table in front of the whole world and devour you.”
I moaned at the image that brought to my mind. “I’d let you.”
Jared cried out my name at those words, and I felt a warm splash of his come on my thigh. His fingers ground against my clit and my orgasm washed over me like a wave, and I was incredibly glad that I was already laying down because nothing would keep me upright after that.
I opened my eyes and noticed my own reflection in the mirror hanging on the back of my closet door. My whole body was flushed, my nipples still dark and swollen with lust above my pregnant belly, and I could see my juices as well as Jared’s slippery on my thighs. A few creamy drops from Jared clung to the neatly trimmed landing strip between my legs.
Jared slowly withdrew his cock from between my legs, and stood up. Moving to my closet, Jared dug through the racks of clothes until he found and pale green dress. It had been one of my favorites until I accidentally shrunk it in the wash. Now, it was about two sizes too small and close to indecent to wear in public, especially with my breasts and belly the size they were now.
“I want you to wear it outside today,” Jared said, staring into my eyes with a naked desire I had never seen from him. “I want us to go sit somewhere public, and I just want to stare at your pregnant body in this dress.”
I flushed. I might have liked my body but the thought of having it so completely on display was scary to me. This dress was so tight that every little bump and bulge would be visible to say nothing of my huge belly, something that seemed to only further arouse Jared.
I pulled the dress over my head after slipping on a pale pink thong. I’d given up on trying to fit into any of my bras at this point. Barely able to hide his pleasure at my appearance, Jared took my hand and lead me to out of the apartment.
Walking down the street with my belly on display felt incredibly freeing. Jared’s hand rested on my hip, his arm curled protectively around me. Every block or so he’d subtlety squeeze my ass, reminding me (as if I could forget!) that only a thin, stretched layer of fabric separated my body from the eyes of the people on the street.
A few blocks down the street was a small cafe. We sat at a table outside and ordered a light breakfast - eggs, fruit, toast, and a large carafe of orange juice. Jared sipped a glass while we ate, his eyes never leaving me. My hand trailed across my collarbone unconsciously, trailing Jared’s eyes to the bare skin and the vast expanse of cleavage below.
The familiar ache was building between my legs at his lustful gaze, but breakfast wasn’t close to being finished yet.
Jared watched as each bite of food disappeared into my mouth. I loved to eat and had never been shy about my appreciation for food. Liking food doesn't auJaredatically equal gluttony, even if your body size tends to be a bit larger.
The fruit salad that had come with breakfast was my favorite. I popped a perfectly red and ripe strawberry in my mouth and the sweet taste exploded in my mouth. I moaned quietly and watched as Jared leaned back against his chair and watched me with hooded eyes. His shirt was untucked, concealing his crotch and the bulge that was likely forming due to watching me.
“Do you even know what you look like right now?” he asked. “So lush and sexy. And your mouth. . . every time you put another berry in your mouth all I can think of is how much I desperately wish it was my cock.”
Jared’s eyes closed briefly, and his hands twitched, looking very much like he wanted to grasp his cock and start stroking in the middle of the restaurant. I popped the last berry in my mouth and smiled. Despite myself, Jared’s reaction was affecting me as well. My pussy was growing wet and I was acutely aware that, even though Jared had brought me a lot of pleasure this morning, I desperately wanted to feel his cock inside me.
“We’re going,” Jared said, standing up stiffly. He threw cash on the table and grabbed my hand, pulling me onto the sidewalk. The soft fabric rubbed against my skin, and I desperately wanted Jared to rip it off and fuck me the way he had earlier.
Instead, Jared lead me to a park by the local college. This time of the morning it was empty and he pulled me into the family restroom in the center of the park.
“You were a naughty girl, wearing something like this out in public and driving me crazy like that,” Jared said, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, freeing his straining erection. He pushed the skirt up around my waist and moved aside the soaking crotch of my panties to get to my pussy.
“You’re all wet,” he said, bending me over the sink and pushing his cock into my very willing body. “You enjoyed having everyone looking at your big belly, didn’t you?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered, each thrust jarring me forward. “I wanted them to stare.”
“They can stare all they want, but no one gets to touch these curves but me.” Jared’s thick cock hit every spot of me perfectly, filling the emptiness inside my hungry pussy. “I wish we were still back at that cafe. I would have loved to have pulled you into my lap-”
“-And I could have ridden you right at the table,” I moaned, finishing Jared’s thought.
Jared’s hands were both gripping my hips but one reached upwards to push the strap of my dress down my arm, allowing my breasts to spill free.
Jared’s thrusts increased in speed and my breasts swayed with every deep, driving thrust. “Ahhhhhhh!” I shrieked, Jared’s filthy words and his hard cock driving me over the edge. A few more punishing thrusts and Jared emptied himself in me, spilling his hot come into my eager pussy.
Jared pulled out of me, and I could feel the flood of his seed starting to escape. Jared adjusted my panties, pulling the scrap of lace back into its place to contain his juices.
We walked out of that bathroom hand in hand, not noticing or caring who was watching. I was still big, and I knew over the next few months I’d get even bigger. But Jared had made me feel truly beautiful.
Craving His Seed
by
Freya Kane
I woke up with a pounding headache and a weird, salty taste in my mouth. Squinting in the too bright light of my bedroom, I stumbled out of my bed and yanked the curtains closed, cloaking the room in darkness.
Fuck. I am never drinking again.
Most of last night was a blur. I had been bored out of my mind, flipping through bad reality TV before the loud ringing of my phone pulled me out of my daze.
“Get dressed bitch!” the perky voice of my best friend Mira chirped from my phone speaker. “We’re going out!”
An hour later I was hopping into the passenger seat of Mira’s car, glad for once that Duncan wasn’t home to give me the third degree.
My roommate Lucy had always been a bit of a. . . well, free spirit is the nice way to put it. Flake is a bit more accurate. The truth was, she never really put too much effort in keeping track of anything in her life. The two of us were basically the odd couple, but the deal I got on our apartment was way too amazing to consider moving out. The place was cheap and gigantic, so I was willing to ignore all of Lucy’s habits like bringing home whatever random townie struck her fancy that night. and what I did, so in true teenaged rebellion, I spent my nights studying instead of running around town like she did.
Then she met Duncan.
I expected him to be just another one of her usual hookups, albeit hotter and with much better hygiene. I never thought she would end up MARRYING him!
Of course, there was no tying Lucy down, and the marriage was far from traditional. She still spent more nights on Tinder than most 20 somethings, husband or not.
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bsp; "It's an open relationship, sweetie," she had said with a stoned giggle when I caught her making out with a man that looked suspiciously like my old third-grade teacher. "Duncan has his own dates too!"
I never thought my hippie roommate would go so far as to get married for tax benefits and health insurance, but that’s what happened. The situation was crazy, but it didn’t take long for it to become my new normal.
Except for one thing.
Duncan was strict.
At first, it never really bothered me. I'd never particularly been a big partier, so living with someone who seemed to act more like a drill instructor than a wild child didn’t really bother me. I had always been a good girl, content to stay at home with her books instead of enjoying drunken hookups. But as soon as my self-imposed rules became something Duncan tried to impose on the whole house, I started really getting pissed at him.
