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Kirsten

bykayakkid©

Naked, pregnant Kirsten looked at herself in the mirror. She had a hard, round, basketball belly, her navel stuck out, and her breasts were tender and swollen. She looked maternal, but she didn't feel maternal. She felt horny, outrageously horny. Was pregnancy making her feel this way? She'd read books about being pregnant, but none of them mentioned that being horny came along with a baby belly. She was almost desperate. Her husband Martin was not around to help her deal with this obsession. He was away on the coast working for the rest of the week with his engineer buddies. He had deserted her. No, that was stupid. She only felt deserted because she needed him and he wasn't here. Fuck! Kirsten slid her hand down over her belly and touched herself. She considered letting the lime-green, jelly vibrator in the bedside table deal with this pregnant itch, but she knew it couldn't satisfy her. She needed more than a vibrator. She needed a hard cock. She lay back on her bed and rubbed herself slowly thinking about how she felt and what she would do about how she felt. She decided at last, when her rubbing was making her feel really good that she had to cross over into forbidden territory. She would call Carlo. She wasn't married to Carlo, so that was bad. But Carlo had a beautiful cock and that was good. She would call him. She even remembered his phone number all of a sudden. How odd? Bad girl! Maybe Carlo would like her big pregnant breasts.

Kirsten and Carlo had been together for a few months before Kirsten met Martin and married him. Carlo was beautiful, and he loved playing with Kirsten. She rode his motorcycle and they enjoyed a lot of spectacular sex. The trouble was that Carlo wanted them to get matching tattoos, but Kirsten wanted to be married. Kirsten wanted that white dress, and fat babies. Carlo wasn't ever going to get around to marrying her she knew, so when Martin came along and asked, Kirsten said yes. When she announced to Carlo that she was going to break up with him and marry Martin he was angry but polite. He even wished her well in a drop-dead kind of way. Carlo was tough to lose but she had made her choice. Kirsten got a husband, a wedding and pregnancy, all things she wanted. Though right now she wasn't sure she'd gotten what she needed. No wonder she'd decided to call him. After she got pregnant and began to get this tormenting itch, she frequently lay in bed guiding her green buzzing friend, replaying in her head one of the many times she and Carlo had screwed themselves into satisfied exhaustion. Yes, she'd ask Carlo to come over. He might say no. Kirsten wasn't certain whether it would be worse if he said no, or if he said yes. He might say something like, "You made your choice, now live with it." She might get rejected. Or he might come over, and things could get really complicated.

"Carlo? Hello, it's Kirsten."

"Kirsten! Hello, Kirsten. What a surprise to hear from you."

"I should have called before. I'm sorry. But Carlo I need to see you. Can you come and see me now?"

"Is there something wrong, Kirsten?"

"Well no, Carlo. Nothing wrong. But also, yes. Please Carlo can you come and see me now. I need to see you. You know?"

There was a very long pause. Kirsten thought Carlo might just hang up.

"I'll come right over, Kirsten, but I want something from you if I do."

Kirsten smiled. "Sure, Carlo. Just come, please."

And Carlo did.

In the bedroom pregnant Kirsten knelt in front of Carlo, undid the metal waist button of his jeans and unzipped him. She spread his pants open and then pulled them down over his hips. The big snaky bulge under his gray briefs made her happy. With her left hand she drew the elastic band outward, while her right delicately stole into his briefs to draw out his hardening cock. Her fingers touched it and out it came, lolling heavily. Oh fuck, his cock was beautiful! Excited by the heavy swelling presence of this cock she had so eagerly awaited, Kirsten gasped girlishly. Holding it with her thumb and forefinger she pointed it at her face, pulled back the foreskin, opened wide and took the head in her mouth. She caressed the sticky, slippery knob with her tongue and tasted saltiness. With his cock in her mouth, Kirsten looked up at Carlo's face to see if he enjoyed her cock sucking. Carlo did. He smiled down at her and stroked her hair. Kirsten swallowed him and at the same time touched his balls. Carlo shivered. Her face nestled in his pubic hair and she smelled his warm man smell. She wanted him to fuck her. She had missed this prick. Oh, she wanted him to fuck her! Her moistened lips glided back up his shaft and her tongue flicked, as she gently tested the weight of his heavy balls. With her left hand she fisted him and pulled until she was rewarded with a bead of clear liquid at the tip. This drop she slowly spread with her index finger over the knob of his big prick. Then she licked it off with her little soft tongue. Kirsten pulled again. The next slippery drop was rubbed on her pouted lips while she gazed at him. Carlo's eyes had a far-off look and his mouth formed some silent word of pleasure. Her soft lips engulfed his hard-on again and it was swallowed. This time Mr. Penis was too big and hard to get it all in her mouth. Carlo groaned. Kirsten's heart soared. She knew he wanted to fuck her. He wanted her! Very soon that big thing was going to be inside her and she was going to be rocked. She loved this shaky, breathless anticipation of sex. Her tongue toured the length of Carlo's cock, licked his balls and even the little ridge behind his balls that led to darker places. Kirsten couldn't wait.

She stood and pushed Carlo back on the bed. Resting on his elbows he watched as she removed his Nikes and then tugged off his jeans and underwear. Kirsten smiled and began to take off clothes. She tried to undress slowly because she wanted him to enjoy watching her. She crossed her arms and took off her top and then undid her bra. She wanted to show her bigger breasts to him, and was pleased that Carlo's eyes lingered on them. She wanted him to touch them. Kirsten slid her panties over her tight swollen belly. Carlo made room for her on the bed and she grasped his hard-on again. But Carlo moved and was over her on hands and knees, his face going over her baby belly and down between her legs, his big cock bouncing in front of her face. Kirsten spread her legs and felt his strong tongue opening her and pressing inside. Carlo's tongue knew where to go. Kirsten oooh'ed when the tongue began to caress her. He felt so good! She looked at his cock and balls above her and began to stroke him. A drip of that salty stickiness bobbed on the tip and then dripped down on her breasts. When she pulled his cock down and put it in her mouth she let her finger go up the crack of his ass. She pressed her long fingernail against his wrinkly hole and felt his tongue stop for a moment.

"That feels good, Kirsten."

She laughed. The tongue went back to work. Kirsten was hot. A few more minutes of this and she was going to cum. She loved holding his hard dick and squeezed it gently to tell him how good he was making her feel. Why did being pregnant make her so horny? She went into a little dream as his tongue stroked her. Sweet Carlo. When she told him she wanted him to come over, she knew he would understand. Here he was licking her cunt and making her feel like a little whore. Sweet Carlo!

In her dreaming she remembered the time they had gone to an afternoon movie at one of those multiplex cinemas. Only four other people were in the theater and Carlo had put his hand between her legs and made her so hot she had slid out of her panties. While the screen flickered, he put his finger inside her and slowly massaged her clit. When she came she had to bite her lip to keep from making noise. Then in a hotel room in Montreal, after slowly screwing each other right up to the edge, Kirsten had taken Carlo's cock out of her, put it in her mouth and sucked it until he convulsively discharged a major load in her mouth. While he watched, she swallowed. Carlo had loved that time. One afternoon at Carlo's they had sat naked on his couch playing with each other and watching taped fuck movies on his television until they couldn't stand it anymore. Kirsten had crouched on the couch, looking out the window at the people in the street, and Carlo had taken her from behind. Kirsten had started cumming almost immediately and seemed to flow from one climax to another like a skipping stone. Then the night in her bed when Carlo had...but these memories were interrupted. Carlo's tongue got the better of them.

"Oh, Carlo! Oh! Oh! I'm going to cum. Oh fuck, yes.... Oh, Carlo!"

Kirsten came like a clap of thunder, snapping her hips. Something penned up inside had now been set free. Besides the warm flush of pleasure she felt all over her body, she was flooded with gratitude. She needed him and Carlo had understood! Now, while her body was still singing, she wanted that big cock.

"Carlo, come quick and put it in me."

"Why don't you get on top, Mrs. K, so I can see your nice tits."

Kirsten rolled over him, got up on her knees, reached back between her legs and sat slowly back on his hard-on, feeling it spread her open and go up inside. When it was all the way in, she began to rock herself easily back on the big cock. She filled with a peaceful, stoned kind of happiness. Oh, how much she needed this! She leaned forward, supporting herself on her arms and letting her swollen breasts come down over Carlo. They swayed in his face as she fucked herself, and Carlo took first one and then the other in his mouth and sucked them. His strong hands caressed her back and cupped her cheeks, gently helping her rise and fall on his dick. He fucked her, as she fucked him, and soon they fell into an easy rhythm, backwards and forward, up and down, over and over again. They watched each other. Time stopped. Sometimes Kirsten would come down and kiss him. Sometimes she would pause and let Carlo fuck her slowly as she held herself still above him. Carlo stroked her tits. Kirsten was feeling that sweet tension that she loved rise in her again.

"Does it feel good, Kirsten? I'm not hurting you am I?" She shook her head and closed her eyes to show him she felt good. "You know how much I love fucking you, you little pregnant bitch? I've tried getting over you but I can't. I can remember every time. You know? When you called my heart stopped." Kirsten put her hand over his mouth.

"Don't talk about it. Not now. Later, Carlo. Just fuck me and I'll cum for you again."

"I'll make you cum again. You called me because needed some screwing, didn't you? Does your little belly make you horny? It makes me horny. It makes me want to fuck you, you pregnant little whore."

"Just fuck me, Carlo. I need to be fucked." Kirsten was beginning to feel wild and out-of-control. The big cock was driving her crazy.

She let the big prick slide out and lay down next to Carlo thinking he would come and get on top, but Carlo had a different idea. He lay down on his side beside her and scissored his legs through hers. In a minute he was back, deep inside her. Kirsten lay on her back and Carlo lay on his left side, beside her, but angled away enough that he could get all the way up inside her. This was comfortable and lazy and he fucked her slowly and deeply at first.

"Kirsten, your pussy still feels beautiful."

She loved how hard Carlo felt. Martin never got as hard as Carlo. She knew from experience that when Carlo was hard he could fuck her for a long time before he came. All afternoon would be fine with her. But Carlo was excited. He went faster. Kirsten turned her head so she could kiss him and put her tongue in his mouth. Breathing hard, Carlo palmed her breast as he kissed her. Kirsten turned, not turning her back on him, but moving her hips in that direction so that he came into her at a different angle. It felt better. He seemed deeper inside her. Carlo's hand went down between her legs and held her hard. He began to go a lot faster, working hard now. He liked this position too. Kirsten felt the sweet tension rising in her once again and the bed was making noise. Carlo's thrusts rocked her and their bodies slapped together. They went faster together. When Kirsten felt Carlo getting bigger inside her, she began to cum. Mouth open, she looked at Carlo and told him with her face that she was cumming. Carlo came too, shooting himself in Kirsten's wet pussy, holding himself hard inside her as he came.

And then they were still, gasping for breath, hearts pounding. Carlo's cock subsided and popped out after a few very pleasant minutes. The two lovers lay back on the bed and enjoyed how their bodies felt.

Kirsten must have fallen asleep, she thought. The next thing she knew Carlo was up and walking around naked, setting up a camera on a tripod, looking through the viewfinder and making adjustments.

"Carlo, you crazy person, what are you doing?"

"I told you I wanted something if I came over."

"Didn't you get what you wanted already?"

Carlo came over and kissed Kristen. "No, Mrs. K, you got what you wanted and I enjoyed giving it to you. But now it's time for me. Get out of bed and brush you hair. We are going to have our portrait taken together."

Kirsten got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She returned in her bathrobe, brushing her hair. "I'm ready to have my picture taken, Carlo sweetheart."

"Not quite, Mrs. K. We are both posing without clothes for this portrait. May I take your robe?" He took it and draped it over the bed.

The camera was set up facing the bedroom door. When Carlo closed the door, they could see each other in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. Carlo told Kirsten where to stand, checked the camera again and adjusted the focus and the flash. He pushed the shutter release and the camera began to whir. Quickly Carlo came and stood next to Martin's pregnant wife and put his arm around her.

"Smile, Kirsten. Look beautiful!" The whirring stopped, the flash went off, and the portrait was made.

"Can we do one more?" giggled Kirsten.

Once again the camera was set and Carlo stood at her side, but his time when the shutter snapped, Kirsten's hand had snaked around Carlo's waist and taken hold of the big cock that hung between her lover's thighs. They laughed together.

"Why are you taking these photographs, Carlo?"

"I am taking these pictures because I want something to remember you by."

"You make it sound as though you are going away."

"I am Kirsten. I am going away, back across town to my place, and I am not coming back. While we might have gotten away without hurting anyone this one time, I don't think we could accomplish that again. You are going to have Martin's baby, and I think I'm still in love with you. I will put these photos away somewhere and when I miss you terribly I will take them out and look at them and remember you just as you are today. I'm saying goodbye. This has been a most amazing day for me."

Then Carlo left and Kirsten was alone again.

She too had had a most amazing day. Was once enough? Perhaps she could try Carlo again in month eight. She would tell him she wanted to see the photographs. She also wondered if there were someone else she might call.

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