Target

byVon Hauffen©

He was magnificent. Well over eight or nine inches, and oh so thick. A beautiful set of swollen balls hanging heavily beneath; just waiting to empty their load inside my pregnant, horny little pussy!

I reached out and gripped his cock with one hand and weighed his balls with my other. He groaned and let me stroke him for a few long seconds as while leaning forward and rubbing my big tummy again. I barely had to tug him towards me before he got the idea and was instantly kneeling between my legs; his cock stabbing into my lower belly.

He started kissing my breasts again, slowly making his way down my tummy; licking my little outtie of a belly button and driving me insane. I realized when he started to kiss lower what his intentions were, and I stopped him before he had the chance.

"Not now... I need you inside me!" I groaned.

I had both hands on the sides of his face and pulled him up over top of me as I sat up and devoured his lips. He broke of the kiss a few seconds later and spread my legs wider, positioned his beautiful cock at my entrance and stared into my eyes.

"Is this ok? I mean, is it safe for you to?" he said in a throaty voice. I groaned in response and gripped his ass with both hands, before pulling him inside me.

He only got about halfway in before he seemed to hit bottom. He was splitting me wide open already and he wasn't even all the way in! Neither of us spoke for the next few wondrously tormenting minutes, as he worked more and more of that gorgeous young cock into my swollen puss! Only the sounds of our groaning and sighing; letting out gasps of air as we found ourselves holding our breath.

I couldn't see his progress over my big tummy, so I focused on his eyes, which stared back into mine so passionately. He had to hold himself over me on outstretched arms so as not to crush my belly. He placed his hands on either side of my body and just worked that cock back and forth as much as he could, being as tight as I had become. I secretly wondered how on earth the baby would even make it through there if I was this tight still!

I gripped his arms with both hands, reveling in the feel of his taut, bulging muscles there. There is nothing I love more than having a man over top of me like that; looking down upon me; taking me and making me his own. Just the thought of it when I am alone makes me so wet, but having that young, hard cock attempting to bury itself inside me just made me cream all over the place!

I know from a lot of friends that they take a long time to climax no matter how excited they are, but not me. I have always been a fast cummer. Not to say I am always satisfied, but if the man lasts more than five minutes and we are into it, I have no problem whatsoever. What that boy was doing to me though ... Maybe it didn't hurt that I knew how taboo the whole thing was; letting a young man who was not my husband do me in my own bed, and being eight months pregnant to boot! He certainly made me realize that what I had thought was multi-orgasmic before I met him, was nothing compared to this!

Matt leaned his face down and captured one of my nipples between his teeth again, sucking and tugging and drinking as he continued to work his way in and out of me. Again I couldn't stand it and came all over him that fast.

"Aaaaaahhhh, Gggggodddd!!" I cried out, closing my eyes and arching my back.

I felt my swollen tummy pressing hard into his stomach, and the sensation was just incredible! Grinding against him and spreading my legs wider, I slicked that cock up so much now, that he was at last able to start really thrusting, using almost his entire length. It still hurt some whenever he got too eager and thrust really deep, and I would cry out from the delightful pain it caused.

Back and forth now, my young lover made me his; and in the process made me believe how sexy I was again. I didn't doubt anymore, as I watched his eyes soaking in my nakedness, roaming all over my exposed, sweaty flesh. What was more, he loved my pregnancy. He stared at it with a hunger in his eyes that drove me insane. He told me how beautiful I was, between his thrusts and heavy breathing, and I knew it was true.

He continued his thrusting while nipping at one sensitive nipple, and then the other until I came again. It was almost unbearable it felt so good. He was so much deeper now, and so hard, and so wet from me coming like a little slut in heat. Never had I come so many times in one day, in one week! It was to the point where I completely gave myself over to anything and everything he was doing to me. No inhibitions left. How could there be? I was so pregnant and so horny and my young lover was satisfying me like no other while constantly reassuring me that I was sexy and beautiful, and proving just how desirable I was even in my state!

Matt finally sat back on his heels, resting for a few moments, now that he had thoroughly satisfied me in more ways than one. He only rested a few seconds though, and then I watched him grip my wide hips as he got to his knees and started pulling me into him, my long legs draped loosely around and behind him, resting on his. I reached back to the headboard and grabbed the rod iron rails, riding out the new sensations that were coming to a head inside me. It took almost no time, literally, before he had my pregnant little pussy creaming all over that young cock of his once again.

Seeing my climax again, he suddenly thrust his upper body back to the position he had been in previously, and with long deep strokes that made me cry out with each downward lunge, he finished us off.

We came together as I felt his thick cock get even harder, and finally the intensely warm sensation of his cum splashing against my womb, against my unborn baby, filling me, spilling out of me at last. I loved it that he continued to shudder, his cock still lodged deep inside me, as if he was cumming over and over again. That I could do this to a man so much younger in my pregnant state absolutely amazed me. But it also made me feel so empowered as well. I felt like a beautiful, sexy, woman in the truest sense; having just satisfied my man utterly and completely.

He molded his body around my tummy and carefully leaned down to passionately kiss me. I wrapped my arms and my legs as best I could around his fit young body and enjoyed the afterglow of one the most intense love-making sessions I had ever experienced.

Matt finally rolled off and lay beside me, facing me. He kissed the side of my face and rubbed my tummy, my breasts, and my thigh. If he didn't stop I was going to want more, and I told him so with a little laugh.

"Would that be so terrible?" he asked, leaning on his elbow and wrapping his other arm around my body.

"It will be if my husband gets home and finds you here!"

"Guess that wouldn't be too good would it?"

"Umm, no," I said, lifting his hand from my side and kissing his fingers. He watched as I proceeded to tongue the palm of his hand and kiss each finger in turn, then make my way up his arm and finally pull him down to kiss those luscious lips once more.

We kissed like that for a long while, holding each other and just enjoying the warmth of each other's caresses. I definitely could have gone again even though I was utterly exhausted; and I could feel his hardness against me, so I knew he was more than ready too. But there were things to worry about, as it was getting rather late, so I reluctantly broke things off right there.

I sat up and looked down at the wonderful specimen stretched out beside me, on my side of the bed. It was only then that I even thought about the fact that I had just been thoroughly made love to by a young stranger right on the side where my husband slept each night. It made me feel so deliciously dirty. Served him right for not wanting me when he had the chance, I thought.

The two of us gathered our clothes, although I needed to change my attire completely since there was no need for my husband to see me dressed so provocative when I was supposedly home all day alone.

"Can I see you again?" Matt asked, as we made our way down the stairs, hands still roaming each other's bodies. "Please tell me I can see you again," he laughed.

"Hmm, I think you are a very bad influence on me," I said, pressing my swollen tummy into his hard stomach as we stood by the door. "Very corrupting, don't you think?"

"Most definitely. You can blame it all on me. Just let's do it all over again soon!"

I just laughed and grabbed his butt with one hand as I leaned in to kiss him one more time.

"I have never been so turned by a woman in my life," he said, reaching for the door knob.

I looked back at him and smiled. "You took care of me like no one else ever has," I whispered. "I needed that so bad. But, I really don't think ... oh, I don't know."

I was afraid to give him a definite answer, and he quickly got the hint. But he snuck in one more maddeningly passionate kiss, before he pulled the door open, which left me light-headed and dizzy.

"No fair," I gasped.

Matt just grinned and stepped outside. "Until next time then," he said with a wink. "Hopefully!"

I watched that cute butt of his as he walked down my driveway and got into his car. Not looking back until he got ready to get inside. He winked again and then he was off.

Despite the most amazing sex I could remember ever having, I felt so guilty for the next few days that I couldn't even sleep at night. My husband would be there snoring lightly beside me and I would just find my self starting up at the ceiling for hours.

How could I have been such a ... a ... slut? What kind of a woman lets a complete stranger fuck her at eight months pregnant in her own bed? I felt sick and dirty. It was the last time I would lose control of my urges again, I promised myself.

There was only one problem with that: I missed him.

As I lay there at night thinking how horrible I was, I also wondered just how he was doing. Was he just in it for a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am? He didn't seem the type, but I had heard of men that were just so good at picking up woman they could get anyone they wanted. Was that what I was? A target? Some dirty notch on his bedpost?

No. Not Matt. It couldn't be. He was just so cute, and so sexy. And he had made me feel so beautiful for the first time in too long.

It didn't matter. I wasn't going to call him again. It wasn't like I could just invite him out for coffee. He would know what I was really thinking about, and I would know that he would be undressing me with his eyes the entire time. A delicious thought though, for sure. Sitting at some café at eight months pregnant having a much younger man lusting after at me right there in front of everyone.

Inevitably, these thoughts always led to the same place: My fingers gently and silently massaging myself until I came right there beside my sleeping husband.

I refused to call him even though I wanted a repeat performance more than just about anything. Just could not bring myself to call him up again. He had been so bold as to call me three days later, but I refused to answer the phone when I saw that number.

A week after our first intimate encounter, and I was so frustrated I couldn't stand it. I was bringing myself off two or three times a day. The guilt was at times overwhelming, but the pleasure and knowledge that I had done what I did, was just too good to stop.

I was out shopping at the organic grocery store a few miles from my house when I bumped into him unintentionally. It was just like that. He hadn't seen me at first, picking out apples on the other side of the large bin. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that lovely face; recalling the way he looked as he climaxed inside me. The grimace; the cute smile; the feel of his hot cum coating my womb.

I needed to run. To get away from there before I did something I regretted yet again. He saw me as I quickly turned. I heard him inhale sharply, as if he was absolutely shocked to see me standing two yards away.

"Megan!" he said quickly, just under his breath. "I didn't see you there."

He stepped around the side of the bin and approached me. I couldn't bring myself to run, but I couldn't look him in the eye either. I felt myself clutching the cart until my knuckles turned white. Please, don't come closer! I won't be able to help myself, I just know it!

"I ... I guess ... I just wanted to apologize if you were upset with me for ... you know."

I stared straight ahead.

"I had no intention of hurting you, if that is what happened." He took one step closer. My heart was racing. "I can't bear the thought of you thinking I took advantage of you, or hurt you. I couldn't live with myself."

I closed my eyes and turned my face away.

"I'm glad I got to see you one more time. You look absolutely stunning." I heard him move away and opened my eyes to see him moving on. "Take care."

NO!!

As if he had heard my thoughts, he paused and gave me one more look. That eye contact was all it took. I wanted, no needed him again. I needed to feel that young hard man on top of me sending me into oblivion. Needed to confirm my beauty and sex appeal once more.

"I need to ..." I began, and instantly blushed, not meaning to start out like that. I took a deep breath and fumbled with my wallet from my purse. I took out his business card with a shaky hand. "Your address?"

"Yes?" I could see the hope and lust in his eyes as he watched me. People were walking around us laughing and talking.

"It's a good address, right? You'll be there?"

"Always. Just let me know – "

"Give me an hour."

I hurried away from the scene like a criminal, not even looking back or waiting for him to agree. I don't even remember paying for my groceries.

I drove home as fast as I could and didn't even put the stuff away; simply stuffed the unopened bags into the fridge. Thirty minutes had passed already. Was I really doing this? Was I really going to succumb to that most carnal urge again?

I sat on the bed for nearly fifteen minutes, wringing my hands and trying to talk myself out of it. I couldn't. I was throbbing, and my breasts were actually sore from my nipples being so incredibly hard for the past hour. I looked at the picture of me and my husband on the wall, then down at the bed where we slept and I had let myself be taken by a young stranger who had made me feel more beautiful and more pleasure than I had in years. That was enough for me.

Barely enough time to change now. I grabbed the sexiest outfit I could still fit my pregnant, swollen body into: A bright yellow flowered sundress that now came well above my knees in my pregnant state. A pair of wedge-heeled, slip-on sandals; my calves looked amazing even to me. No time for my hair or makeup any more than I had already done. I just pulled it back, put on a pair of dark glasses and headed out for my illicit rendezvous.

He was already waiting for me at the top of that first flight of stairs when I arrived at the condo. My breath quickened and my pulse raced as I slid out of the seat, inadvertently rubbing my swollen pussy against the corner of that smooth leather. I was at such a heightened state that I had to stand there and wait for the almost painful sensations to wash away before I was able to make my way up to where he stood.

My lover, and that is what he was now, as in my mind two times would earn such a title; he met me halfway up the stairs and slid his arm around my body and led me back up to where he had just been standing. I would have made it all the way up to that next flight, I know I would, if he hadn't pulled me closer to kiss and suck on the side of my neck. He had one hand squeezing my butt, and the other pressing firmly against the front of my round belly. He was kissing my cheek now and then biting my ear. Oh my God!

I dropped my purse and pulled him against me, crushing my mouth against his. I held his head in place with my hands and thrust my tongue deep inside his mouth. Pinning me against the wall, he quickly had my sundress lifted up around my waist on the one side as he fought to get his fingers inside the hem of my cotton panties.

I let him suck on my tongue and put up a show of being demure by pushing his hands away from between my legs. He put both hands on my tummy and rubbed all over, on my front, down my sides, up to my breasts with their nipples hard and just begging for his attention. I was devouring his mouth with a passion that I hadn't realized I had been holding back. Chewing and sucking on his lips; pulling them back with my teeth and then going back for more. I felt the front of my dress getting warm, and I knew the milk was leaking again and I was more than ready to be sucked dry.

Both of us were momentarily brought back to our senses as we heard the door open across the hall. Through my dark sunglasses I could see a woman around my age staring at us as she turned to lock her door and leave. A part of me wanted to just shrivel up and die; but another part was feeling so naughty, so devilish that I just couldn't resist showing off a little.

I turned my body slightly so that when she turned back around she would get a perfect view of my pregnant tummy in that little sundress and my sexy sandals. Matt was about to take me upstairs, but I stopped him by pulling his head in for another mouthwatering kiss as my other hand slid down and firmly grabbed onto that perfect ass.

I could see out of the corner of my eye the shock on the woman's face when she caught sight of how pregnant I was, before she hurried down the stairs. It was so exhilarating. If that woman knew anything about my Matt, she would know I wasn't his wife. That I was very pregnant and acting like a little hoe right there in the stairwell. She would know very well what the two of us were going to be doing all that long afternoon. She would no doubt be thinking about where my husband was and what he would do if he knew where his pregnant little wife was at that very moment!

I started to pull him toward the next staircase, but he remembered my purse, so bent down to get it for me. He lingered a second and ran his hand along my ankle and up my smooth leg as he finally stood up. His touch made me shiver. We hurried up the stairs; as much as I could in my condition, with him squeezing my ass and kissing along my shoulder and neck, I wasn't going to last long.

When we finally got inside his place, I dragged him back to where I assumed the bedroom was as he dropped my purse on the floor. I kicked my sandals off, tossed my glasses across to the dresser, and pulled his shirt over his head before pushing him roughly backwards onto the bed. I lifted the hem of my sundress as he lay there on propped up elbows, such a look of desire on his face. I lowered my panties and stepped out of them, then crawled on top of him, straddling his chest.

My pussy was so wet already that I could fell the slickness trailing behind me as I moved closer and closer to that mouth that was going to bring me such pleasure. He started to help me, but I stopped him by pinning both arms away from his and my body and then placing both knees on either side of his head. I didn't wait for his approval; I just lowered myself and started to grind back and forth on his face. I couldn't even see my lover's face due to my belly, but I could certainly feel that tongue as it started to work its magic all along my juicy lips.

I let go of his arms and he instantly grabbed my ass and lifted me just enough so that he could control the situation a little. He attacked my sensitive little clit with his mouth, and nibbled me on to an incredible orgasm. I came all over his face; could feel my wetness literally pouring down between my legs to cover my sweet lover. He drank everything he could and then continued thrusting his tongue inside of me and all along my pussy until I came again.

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