Bree Bellucci - The Pregnant Lactating Slut

Two days later, Andrea kissed Mark lightly on the cheek and watched as he hauled his suitcase into the car and drove off. This would be his last trip before the baby arrived. Hopefully the baby would hold off until his return. Andrea was 38 weeks and didn’t want to have to go to the hospital alone. She also was hoping to carry on her steamy affair with Ben. Andrea walked over to the mirror and slowly peeled off her clingy maternity dress. She stood in just her bra and panties. A thick red nursing bra with teeny bits of lace, held her fat, engorged breasts up. Her belly filled out and made a huge arch from her breasts to her pubic bone. Black boyfriend shorts covered her bottom half. Andrea did a slow turn in front of the mirror and marveled at how big her breasts and belly had become. Slowly, she pulled one breast out of her bra and took her nipple and squeezed it between her thumb and forefinger. She moaned softly at the pleasure it brought her, and she noticed the few droplets of thin, yellow liquid that appeared. She rubbed her finger against it and slowly sucked. The liquid had a faint sweetness to it. Andrea pushed her breast back inside her bra and ran her hands over her swollen belly. She stopped at her underwear and slowly placed her hand inside, reaching the best she could while standing up. She rubbed her clitoris softly, feeling the wetness that came so readily nowadays. She pulled her hand out of her panties and righted them. She slowly pulled her dress back up over her legs, stretching it over her belly and slipped her arms back into the sleeves.

“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.”