Prenatal Escapades

[saedo]

Simon endured the sweet caress of Kristen's hand as long as he dared. Having so recently poured his seed down Emma's welcoming throat, his tumescence was somewhat delayed. Still, he recognized that much as he enjoyed her touch, now was not the time.

Simon touched her wrist gently to still her strokes. He leaned his shoulder into hers and brought his lips just shy of brushing her ear. "Naughty girl," he whispered softly. "I shall find it difficult to explain if you make me burst the inseam." He kissed her jawline just below her ear to signal his warm regard.

Simon smiled at her in the near-dark as he withdrew his other hand from inside her thighs. He placed this over the top of hers in his lap, his longer fingers overlapping hers. Squeezing her palm with his thumb, he guided both their hands beneath Kristen's dress.

This time Simon slid beneath Kristen's underwear. He guided Kristen's hand down till she was palming her own warm mound. He resisted the urge to chuckle as his fingers urged hers lower. Soon, he could feel the moist heat of her labia beneath his fingertips.

Constrained by the need for silence, he could but nudge Kristen to guide her. Still, he in time managed to coax his companion into slipping her index finger inside her damp pussy. He grinned with unrestrained delight as his own index finger followed suit, slipping over the top of hers as he penetrated her.

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen smiled at Simon’s “naughty” comment, and the idea of Simon bursting an inseam. She certainly would never forget the power and full enormity of his erection when he had first shown himself to her. Somehow, Simon’s strength and power over her had made her want to say ‘yes’ to this entire journey to motherhood with him. But, she knew her light teasing would never tip him over an edge that he couldn’t control.

Kristen tilted her face to accept Simon’s warm, light kiss and acknowledgement of his attraction towards her.

He then squeezed her hand, removing it from his body and guided it towards her own sex, between her legs, between the slit in her dress. His hands guided her to caress her own mound, while Simon’s long fingers expertly covered both her hesitant hand and stroked along her pussy folds.

“Mmm, please Simon,” Kristen purred, both hoping he wouldn’t take it much further, and hoping she could restrain herself if he did continue to tease her. Her pussy was already warm and wet and now Simon knew it.

She was ripe and hungry for sex, for orgasms, for naughtiness, for the challenge of holding it together.

Kristen gasped against Simon’s shoulder as his fingers guided her own finger into her warm vagina, followed by his own. It felt foreign; only Simon’s massive cock had filled her for months. But, she was well-lubricated from her encounter with Charles and both of their fingers were able to fit into her snug entrance.

With Simon’s implied approval, Kristen probed deeply into her depths for a few moments, squeezing her vagina around their fingers. Simon’s remaining fingers continued to stroke her wetness and brush lightly against the base of her clit.

It was a delicious torture. Kristen could feel her breasts beginning to get taut and heavy again, filling with desire.

Her body leaned towards Simon’s, shuddering at times with lust. He would probe and press into her with his fingers, tease her clit, and then rest them for a bit. It kept Kristen’s desire on constant edge, even as she tried to concentrate on the symphony. All she could fantasize about was spreading her legs on Simon’s exam table and allowing him to manually stimulate her towards an intense, shuddering orgasm that was completely under his direction and control. Screaming, yes screaming, as she came.

Kristen slipped her finger out during a pause. Simon didn’t resist. She held her damp finger with her scent under Simon’s nose, and then quickly dabbed his lips with her juices. She knew it was a naughty, adventurous gesture.

Kristen arched her back, enjoying the feel of Simon’s finger – alone- inside of her – taunting her to lose control, to squirm, to beg to leave early, to have him spread her legs and give her what she needed, what she had waited for . . . for weeks.

But, besides from trembling a bit, Kristen remained composed. She was not about to embarrass herself or Simon. She knew Simon, at some point, would satisfy her needs. Fortunately, it was dark, and over the symphony - no one could hear the soft moans that his finger elicited.

 

[saedo]

Simon hadn't had this much fun during a symphony in ages. Kristen dutifully restrained her reactions to avoid attracting undue attention, but she could not fully constrain her libido. Her lower body seemed to softly hum around his penetrating digit.

Part of him even dared to consider throwing all caution to the wind. The sounds Kristen made when in the throes of a climax seemed musical enough to merit unleashing alongside the orchestra. To hear her wail with delight as her orgasms rolled in would be tremendous in this great space.

But he would assuredly forever tarnish his relationship with his friends. Emma might find such brash disregard for propriety amusing, but Charles certainly would not. His fastidious devotion to the music would never let him forgive such disrespect for Art -- even from a friend. And if Charles considered him persona non grata, Emma would follow suit; she enjoyed her trysts with the over-endowed doctor, but she loved her husband. Simon couldn't permit his selfish fondness for his own libido to permanently damage such an important friendship.

Consequently, he dialed back his efforts when he sensed Kristen was too near the brink. He could feel her disappointment, so he kissed her neck again and whispered, "Later."

He kept his hand on her for some time, withdrawing his presence betwixt her thighs gradually. No need to slam on the brakes and leave her feeling abandoned at the roadside. He managed to time his slow retreat such that his hand returned to his own lap as the final movement of the second half approached conclusion.

After the audience rose in applause for repeated ovations for the musicians, the patrons began to depart for the exits and after parties.

"If you would like, I welcome you to join us at the Benefactors Party. The Maestro and many of the first chairs will be present!" Charles enthusiasm seemed almost childlike in his pure delight. "I hope to ask the cellist about his fingering choice during the arpeggio in the first movement."

Simon smiled, "That is so very kind of you, Charles, but I should consult Kristen first. She is caring for two now."

"Oh, of course ," acknowledged Charles. "Please do come if you are up to it, but I understand if you need to call it a night."

"I think I may do that myself, darling," Emma interjected. "I'm feeling somewhat tired and I don't think I have it in me to make small talk for another hour in these heels. But you should go -- you know you love getting a chance to talk shop with the musicians."

Charles smiled, clearly pleased to have such an accommodating spouse. "You are too good to me, my love. But how will you get home?"

"Oh, I can catch a ride with one of our friends, I'm sure. If Simon and Kristen are leaving now, I'm sure they won't mind dropping me off. If not, then I'm sure the Petersons are still mingling in the lobby; I can ride with them for sure."

All eyes turned to Kristen. "So would you like to leave now?" Simon inquired. "Or would you like to join Charles and meet the conductor?"

 

[Sidney_1]

“Well, it was certainly nice meeting you, Emma. And thank you for the shopping tips. As much as I’d like to meet the conductor, I’m ready to get out these heels, too. I’m not sure I could make it an hour, probably a half hour. . .I could meet you two gentleman in the lounge. I certainly don’t mind. . . and then we can give you a ride home, Charles . I’m sure Simon would love to have a nightcap with you at either of our house’s. This was a wonderful, magical evening and you were so gracious to me.”

Kristen took a deep breath, caressing her choker and the top of her chest. On an exhale, she dropped her hand and searched out Simon’s waist.

“And, of course, I’m always eager to have some quiet time with our busy Dr. Idris. But, we enjoy company, too. If not tonight, perhaps another evening. Either way, it was lovely meeting you, as well.”

Kristen’s hand rested on the round of her belly as other patrons began to glance at her and Simon and then their eyes would fall back to her belly and taken in her full length. Were they wondering if it was Simon’s child? If she was his lover? Another patient.

Fuck, her breasts were starting to fill again and her pussy was tightening from all the prior teasing. During the pause in conversation, she realized that her libido was coming back full-force and she had the strongest of urges to be brought to orgasm.

Whether it was by Simon, Charles, or both of them. . . as long as Simon was supervising. . .tonight, she was particularly hungry for a primal release.

 

[saedo]

I’m not sure I could make it an hour, probably a half hour. . . I could meet you two gentleman in the lounge. I certainly don’t mind. . . and then we can give you a ride home, Charles .

Emma giggled slightly. "You are generous to offer, Kristen, but let me intercede before my dear husband makes promises he cannot keep." She reached out and patted Charles' forearm with casual familiarity. "Charles' fondness for the symphony almost makes me jealous. However good his intentions, he'd never be able to constrain his intellectual curiosity to a mere half hour -- not in a room full of the philharmonic."

"Then I shall take the opposite side of the coin," interjected Simon. "If Kristen is couching her endurance to the nearest half hour, then she likely means that she's all but done in after tonight's entertainment. Since she is far too kind-hearted to refuse either of you, I shall do so for her." He turned to his blonde companion and smiled. "I think you've had quite enough stimulation in the box seats. Time you were home and put your feet up."

Simon turned back to Charles and Emma. "Apologies, dear friends, but I respectfully decline both your generous offers tonight. Perhaps another night."

It took another few minutes for all the farewell hugs and handshakes to be exchanged. Emma insisted on treating Kristen to a spa day -- "Just the thing you need in the final trimester, I assure you" -- in the coming weeks while Charles attempted to convince the other couple to attend next month's production of Tristan & Isolde.

Simon chuckled when he and Kristen at last made their getaway to the lobby. "I think both of them were sorry to see you go so soon. Not exactly a surprise given Emma's predilections, but it was uncharacteristically effusive for old Charles." He raised a curious eyebrow and smiled. "Whatever the two of you got up to during intermission, it seems to have made quite the impression."

Simon called for the car and helped Kristen into the back after the sleek black vehicle appeared at the curb. "C'mon, let's see those feet," he insisted when they were seated. He lay Kristen's ankles in his lap and removed both her shoes. Using both hands, he rubbed his thumbs firmly into the sole of her left foot.

The driver turned to face them. "Back to her place, Dr. Idris?"

Simon glanced sidelong at Kristen before replying. "No, not just yet. Let's take the scenic route. Around the lake perhaps. Nice and slow." He smiled towards Kristen, then added, "And put up the privacy screen, please."

The driver smiled knowingly and nodded. "You got it." There was a soft hum as an opaque divider rose up behind the front seat, blocking the driver's view.

Simon turned to Kristen, his smile now salacious. "Now that we have you off your feet, how about we get those legs in the air?"

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen was relaxed by the quiet of just the two of them as her massaged her bare feet and squeezed the muscles of her calf. She was grateful that he had read between the lines and rescued her from an extended stay at the symphony.

She still hadn’t come to terms on the limits of her energy. Or, the delicate balance of propriety when in new, unfamiliar circumstances. It was an inner sigh of relief when Simon just took control of the decision and rescued her. He seemed to intuit her needs better than she could sometimes.

Kristen smiled at Simon’s suggestion. His foot massage was already stimulating her libido. . . and yet, she couldn’t imagine doing something like this in a town car. Kristen assumed the driver could just see vague shapes and could only be heard if Simon used an intercom.

Kristen bundled her wrap to tuck behind her head as she extended her legs into the airand shifted her weight so that she was lying on her back across the seat. Her long dress fell back to her hips, revealing her shapely, long legs. Thanks to the regular yoga workouts and hormones, her body was flexible.

She glanced down at her protuberant belly and breasts that looked as if they were going to pop out of her dress. And yet, she was as horny, if not hornier than she had been prior to her pregnancy.

“Mmm. . .I should learn to expect the unexpected from you, but you always catch me off-guard Dr. Idris. I’m learning to enjoy it, though. I think I’m getting better at learning to be more flexible, don’t you? Although you and your friends certainly had me on an edge throughout the evening. But, now I’m ready. . . I’ve been waiting all night for this,” Kristen smiled, blushing at her forwardness.

If there had been more room, she would have loved to suck on Simon’s cock. . . nice and slow, perhaps as he fingered her, and then she’d feel his cock between her full breasts. . .the damp tip brushing against her nipples until they came to a fuller state . . . there were so many fantasies that she had lately.

But, clearly, she had never imagined that they would be intimate in a fancy car. Kristen moved her arms away from her body, clasping them behind her, making herself completely open to Simon.

“I’m all yours to enjoy, Dr. Idris,” Kristen said flirtatiously. “You must know I need this. . . release. . .”

 

[saedo]

I’m all yours to enjoy, Dr. Idris

Simon chuckled. "Why Ms. Reynolds, you wanton hussy," he smirked. "Whatever would Charles and Emma think to hear you talk so brazenly?"

Idris slid his her dress further out of the way, exposing her lacy underwear. "My, my, look at how damp these are," he observed as he hooked his fingers into the waistband. "I had no idea you found the symphony so . . . stimulating."

Removing her panties proved somewhat tricky given the advanced state of her pregnancy and the slight rocking of the moving vehicle. It was a testament to Kristen's exercise regimen that she was able to maneuver her plump torso to make assist him so effectively.

"Mmmm, you are a vision of feminity, Ms. Reynolds," Simon murmured as he drew a fingertip along Kristen's naked mound. "Spread your thighs a bit. . . perfect."

Simon shifted his legs down into the footwell of the rear seats so that he could bring his torso in line with Kristen's lower half. "Now I warn you: I haven't attempted something like this in a car since high school," he cautioned. "Still, we've got a lot more room than in my Mom's Honda Civic." He gave her a saucy wink as he brought his face down to her delicate folds and slipped his tongue inside.

 

[Sidney_1]

Simon chuckled. "Why Ms. Reynolds, you wanton hussy," he smirked. "Whatever would Charles and Emma think to hear you talk so brazenly?"

“Well, between you and me, I think Charles and Emma have their own private sexual kinks. Charles couldn’t keep his hands or his eyes off my breasts and he acted like suckling a stranger was the most natural thing in the world. I think they’d both like to be in your position right now. . . It’s not everyday that a very pregnant lady has such a healthy libido. . . and would spread her legs in a limousine. . .I think they’d be amused at how sexual I have become due to your treatment. But, of course, I don’t know them intimately. You are certainly turning me into a wanton hussy. . .”

Kristen shivered as Simon drew a finger down her folds. Finally. She’d have some very personal attention exactly where she needed it.

Simon wasted little time. His tongue lapped at the juices that had accumulated on her labia and then inserted his tongue inside of her.

She heaved her hips and chest into the air so Simon had more contact, as her body writhed from his warm tongue at her hot center.

“Mmm. . .. fuck, Simon. . .this feels so good.” Her pussy tingled and she rocked her pelvis with pleasure. But, it was a sweet, warm, torture. . .and Kristen wondered if he’d take her over the edge or keep her on fire until they arrived at her house.

Kristen prayed the audio was off. . .she had to assume that it was. . .

 

[saedo]

Simon teased Kristen's tender flesh with his tongue for a few minutes. Her juices flowed freely from his efforts and he soon had to grip her thighs tightly to keep pace with her gyrations.

He would have maintained his efforts longer, but the delightful sounds emanating from her sweet throat proved too invigorating. "Apologies, my dear," he declared as he pushed himself back, "but I need to pause a moment."

He reached for his belt as he noted the obscene bulge distending his right pants leg. He'd doubted Cassidy's new regimen initially, but he had to acknowledge that it seemed to be making a difference. The only downside was the wear and tear it placed on all his inseams.

Simon grunted as he forced the snug confines of his pants and boxers down his thighs. Freed from its cloth prison, his swelling shaft rose mightily before him. The flesh was already red and continued to darken as it engorged with blood.

The delicate pink of Kristen's nether lips beckoned to him, but he resisted the urge to satisfy his own desires first. "Do you see what I have in store for you?" he teased as Kristen regarded his half-naked form over her huge belly. "I hope you are prepared, my dear." With his unspoken carnal promise lingering in the air, Simon slipped his tongue inside her once more.

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen moaned softly as Simon paused his efforts, apologizing. Her eyes followed his movements and then she smiled at the size of him. . . fully aroused, engorged. . . he was a sight to behold. He was even more well-endowed than she remembered. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her. Her cheeks warmed at the idea that even with her big belly and huge breasts. . . Simon still found her . . . sexy.

“Oh yes, I think you’ve prepped me all night,” Kristin replied, as Simon’s warm tongue once again slipped into her. She had kept her pussy waxed as he had first instructed her which only increased the oral pleasuring.


Kristen instinctively caressed and cupped her breasts and let herself moan freely. She was in heat; he knew it, and she assumed he didn’t care what she did to help relieve it now that they were alone.

“Ah yes . . . ahhh . . .” Kristen encouraged, as Simon continued his efforts, but began to rub gently against the base of her clit with his thumb. Kristen’s hips began to tremble, but Simon held her firmly within his grasp.

Kristen could feel her thigh muscles twitch uncontrollably. Kristen shut her eyes and focused on the sensations. Everything felt even more intense than usual.

“Oh God, Simon, mmmmmm. . . “Kristen gasped, as his thumb worked furiously at her clit. Kristen felt her body buck and seize and the waves of pleasure gushed from deep within her womb down to her toes and up to her nipples.

Her pussy clamped and spasmed around his tongue and Kristen could feel her body writhing within his grip.

“Ahhhhh. . . “Kristen cried, as her body ascended, peaked, and then ascended into a prolonged climax once again, as her body shuddered against Simon’s mouth and hands.

“Oh God, Simon. . . I’m having . . . multiple. . .” Kristen’s words drifted as her heart raced to keep pace with her orgasms.

 

[saedo]

Simon backed off slightly as Kristen tipped towards her first climax. As her thighs began to quiver, he relaxed his tongue so as not to overstimulate her, but merely prolong her pleasure. When she moaned, "Oh God, Simon. . . I’m having . . . multiple. . .", he knew he'd timed his efforts well.

When Kristen's body at last stilled, he rose from between her thighs and licked his lips. "Very impressive, Ms. Reynolds," he declared. " I shall have to relentlessly tease you more often if it produces such a reaction."

When Kristen's eyes fluttered back to full awareness, he reached over her massive belly and lifted her shoulders off the seat. "Apologies, my dear, but our current environs limit us a bit." Working together, they managed to shift her somewhat ungainly physique into a semi-upright position on the rear seat. Her buttocks rested near the seat edge, providing him ready access to her pink, drenched pussy as he knelt between her thighs.

Simon resisted the urge to take her then and there. His cock was throbbing with desire and the slight rocking of the moving vehicle had the girthy shaft brushing against her taut roundness. But despite his carnal needs, her advanced pregnancy warranted a bit more gentility.

"I hope you're enjoying the ride, Kristen. But I should warn you: it's about to get a bit bumpy. Are you ready?"

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen smiled mischeviously. She was still light-headed and high from cumming so intensely and unexpectedly. To steady herself she kept her long legs near Simon’s and held onto his shoulders. They were close enough where she could feel that incredible cock of his lightly bouncing between her pussy lips and thighs.

“This whole night has been an incredible ride and full of surprises. I’ve never had . . . multiples. If bumpy means that I might be bouncing on top of that beautiful, thick phallus of yours. . . .then, I am more than ready, Dr. Idris.”

If it hadn’t started to get bumpy, Kristen would have caressed Simon’s length, purposely brushing and teasing it against her swollen, pussy lips. One day, she hoped she could orally pleasure him and cradle him between her breasts before they fucked. She had never seen anyone with his girth and length at full erection. . . or, his stamina.

“Mmm.. . I love the anticipation. . . the feel of your wide tip. .. brushing against me. . . teasing me. . .I’m ready, Simon. Bring me along with you,” Kristen encouraged.

Kristen glanced down and noticed that her breasts had grown fuller once again. With any bumps her cleavage would bounce her necklace once again. Fortunately, Simon was a breast man, and she doubted that he’d find it obscene or a turnoff.

 

[saedo]

Simon needed no further invitation. Despite his earlier session with Emma, his libido still had plenty of energy.

He slipped the tip of the glans between Kristen's labia, pressing it into her slender entrance. Her vagina was warm and damp from her repeated climaxes, so he was immediately bathed in her slick juices.

Despite the plentiful lubrication, she seemed more snug than he remembered. "I see you've been keeping up with your Kegel exercises," he grunted as he put more force into his entry. Surely that had to be the case. Cassidy's regimen was surely unrelated. Surely.

He rested a hand on Kristen's broad belly as he fed another slow inch into her nether embrace. He could still smell the faint whiff of her skin regimen, which had thusfar kept her swollen abdomen free of stretch marks. "Your belly is so beautiful," he remarked as he paused to let her adjust to his girthy intrusion. "It makes me so hard."

He thrust into her another inch just to demonstrate the truth. His cock felt hard as iron and his balls ached for release. The steady motion of the car added a slight vibration to the proceedings as well.

He wondered if the driver was listening in. She'd been a a cute little thing in her gray cap and uniform, holding the door open for her passengers like a proper chauffeur. Was she the type to eavesdrop on what was occurring behind the privacy screen? Had she tuned in to hear the sounds of passion from the back seat? Or was she wholly indifferent? Perhaps he and Kristen were just another in a long series of horny passengers that the driver had long since lost interest in.

The possibility of a voyeur excited him. He would have to make sure Kristen provided an aural performance worth listening to. Grinning, he continued to plow into his voluptuous companion.

 

[Sidney_1]

"I see you've been keeping up with your Kegel exercises," he grunted as he put more force into his entry.

Kristin moaned softly as she felt Simon’s wide shaft part her pussy lips and inch inside. Despite her readiness, her canal felt snug against Simon’s girth. He held himself steady within her as her body relaxed, and then continued to ease in a bit.

“Yes, Dr. Idris, I’ve been doing my exercises,” Kristen said, smiling. “That’s part of the bargain.”

“Mmm. . . this is paying off. . . this feels so hot. . .just your tip inside of me.”

"Your belly is so beautiful," he remarked as he paused to let her adjust to his girthy intrusion. "It makes me so hard."

Kristen adjusted her hips so she could ride Simon a bit higher. She let her lips brush against his ear, teasing it with a swipe of her tongue, before leaving him with a light kiss.

She followed his gaze to her belly. To the baby that was growing within her. His baby. His life force that had created life within her.

“I know; you gave me that baby. Our bodies made this life. I know I’m raising this baby, but I will always think of this baby as yours, too. And these magical moments that have made my pregnancy ecstatic. I never would have thought that I’d feel beautiful or sexy or even horny, but I love that you find me beautiful and I can make you nice and hard,” Kristen grinned.

Kristen released a low groan as Simon eased in another inch. Her fingers dropped to caress the length and vein that had yet to be enveloped inside of her. He was so firm and absolute that he didn’t even require guiding within her confines.

Kristen groaned and tried to lift her hips and drop deeper onto Simon's pillar but her vagina resisted. Had she done too many kegels? She’d have to let him take the lead and enter her as he saw fit.

Kristen rested her hands on Simon’s shoulders again and leaned her torso back a bit. She let her hips begin to rise and fall, enjoying Simon’s girth just barely within her entrance.

“Mmm. . . Simon, there is nothing hotter than feeling your . . . life. . . your cock. . . inside of me. I love how. . .firm and full you feel inside of me. Mmm. . . I think I’m ready. . .more. . .this is exactly what I fantasize about when I do my kegels. . .about having your cock deep inside of me and cumming with you inside of me. Can you ask the driver to crack the rear windows? You’re making me very hot and horny, Dr. Idris. I hope you don't mind that I'm being so. . .blunt.”

Kristen knelt to kiss Simon’s neck and she felt him groan into her chest with lust.

 

[saedo]

Kristen's breathy assurance that she was ready was all Simon was waiting for. He plunged into her tight confines, forcing his bulky cock deeper inside her.

The first stroke did not hit bottom, nor did the second or third. But he kept plowing deeper and deeper with steady repetition until he'd plumbed her to the fullest.

Simon lifted up her thighs, spreading them wide as he pistoned into her. Her belly -- so full and round -- lightly brushed against his own carved abs when he was fully inside. Simon began to pause at the apex of his stroke so that he might linger against her. The knowledge that beneath her rotundity a new life was developing thrilled him immensely.

He could hear the familiar tone of Kristen's libido pushing the edge. No doubt her multiple climaxes earlier had left her primed for a swift return. "Go ahead and cum, my sweet, he urged. " I will easily last long enough for you to cum yet again before I am done."

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen groaned as Simon held himself deep within her ever-sensitive pussy. The head of his cock would brush against a special place inside of her, causing her to tilt her pelvis back and make inaudible sounds of pleasure. Fuck, he was huge, but he felt incredible and powerful and Kristen found that she loved when Simon took control of the sex. . . and her orgasms. When he’d finally encourage her release. . .

"Go ahead and cum, my sweet, he urged. " I will easily last long enough for you to cum yet again before I am done."

Kristen’s eyes widened and she smiled in amazement. How did he have such incredible control of his pleasure? Kristen glanced down at her shapely legs splayed around Simon’s legs, peeking out from the slits in her gown. Her big round belly, a product of her fertility and his mighty virility occupied the space between them now.

“Oh God; you’re incredible,” Kristen groaned out as she began to bounce and roll her hips in circles atop Simon’s cock as the town car rolled over a series of bumps. Her pussy was steadily contracting, but Simon kept himself firmly within her, pushing her limits.

“Mmmm. . . yessss. . .make me cum. . . oh. . . fuck!!!” Kristen cried as her vagina spasmed intensely around Simon’s huge cock. His hands had followed the curve of her ass and then brushed against her sex, tipping her over the edge. Kristen rode him as if she was at a rodeo, bucking herself against his body, wildly lost in her own bodily sensations.

“Ohhh, Simon. . . “ Kristen groaned, as Simon unrelentingly raised the bar of her climax. “Please. . . I can’t. . . .” Kristen’s body shook uncontrollably, as wave after wave of spasming pleasure overtook her and she could no longer speak.

 

[saedo]

Simon waited for Kristen's body to quiet. Her pulsing vagina clutched at his engorged shaft as her spasms peaked and fell. Her juices oozed around the tight confines of her entrance, coating his heavy scrotum before dripping onto the seats. "Good thing I paid the cleaning deposit," he smirked.

When her brilliant eyes opened and smiled up at him, Simon chuckled. "I do so enjoy watching you cum." He rubbed her swollen belly, admiring the taut flesh. "You are the picture of femininity right now."

Simon pulled out of Kristen's tight internal grip. He smiled as she moaned softly, apparently missing his throbbing cock already. When the massive head popped free, her pink entrance momentarily gushed with the commingled fluids heretofore trapped inside.

Simon gripped Kristen's forearms and pulled her forward till she sat upright again. He then slipped in behind her, his fat cock bouncing against her naked back. "Just lift yourself up, my dear," he counseled, offering his own hands on her hips to support her. As always, maneuvering her pregnant bulk was not without challenges, but together he managed to seat her atop his shaft once more.

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[Sidney_1]

Kristen moaned as Simon withdrew from her warm depths and shifted their positions so that her back was hugged into his chest. She could feel her juices running out of her and Simon’s warm, firm cock bounce against her back.

He caressed her taut belly, the baby that they had created, and Kristen could feel her body filling up with love and desire once again. There was nothing better than the father of her baby, her doctor, caressing his child and filling her with his life force regularly.

Her body craved that connection, and being filled with his copious seed seemed to compound her desire and libido. The sex and orgasms were getting more intense after each encounter, so Kristen could only hope that Simon felt the same way about her. Her thoughts were answered in his caress of her belly and his sweet words about her femininity. . . and she felt her breasts filling up once again from the tenderness of it all. Thankfully, they were encased as Kristen knew sex was going to be messy from now on.

Kristen let Simon coax her hips upwards and she groaned with pleasure as she felt his rigid cock spread her lips and enter her canal once again. He was huge, but she was well-lubricated.

"Just lift yourself up, my dear," he counseled.

“With pleasure, Dr. Idris,” Kristen said, as she eased down onto his meaty cock with tantalizing slowness. She moaned incoherently as their bodies connected fully and he filled her to the hilt. She knew her next orgasm, with Simon nuzzled tightly against her back, was going to be intense, intimate, and primal.

Kristen rotated her pelvis in small circles, enjoying Simon’s length and girth deep inside of her. He had one hand tauntingly under her chest, balancing her against him, while another caressed her bottom, hips and belly.

“Mmm,” Kristen groaned, “You feel so good inside of me; I can’t get enough of you.”

She smiled at the idea that Ms. Munson would probably be shocked that Simon would desire her … or that she would want and crave Simon's mighty cock inside of her . . .even now. . .and that she could orgasm with even more intensity and frequency than she had earlier in her pregnancy.

“Please . . .ahhh... mmmmm. . . ." Kristen whispered in between choppy breaths, as Simon began to thrust and control her hips. She hoped Simon knew that she wanted him to cum deep inside of her, filling her with his warm seed until her body was flooded in pleasure once again.

She sensed his seed not only nourished her body and spirit, but the growing life inside of her, too. She had never felt so sexy and healthy and happy.

 

[saedo]

Despite her rotund belly, Kristen proved fairly agile. Seated in the center of Simon's lap, her hips rocked back and forth in various patterns as she ground herself against him.

Simon reached his arms around her, his hands meeting just under her belly. "My, how big you are," he declared as his bare arms gently squeezed against her swollen middle.

Kristen looked over her shoulder and gave him a saucy look. Moments later, her vaginal walls strained against his thick pillar. Yes, she wasn't the only "big" one in this coupling.

Simon groaned appreciatively. He'd fibbed somewhat about the relative ease of holding out for Kristen's second orgasm. His inherent fondness for luscious curves made Kristen's body into a libidinous wonderland. "Oh, fuck! You feel amazing!" he panted.

Kristen merely intensified her efforts. Looking over her shoulder, her magnificent breasts jiggled atop her even rounder belly as she slid along his throbbing erection. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," he grimaced as he felt his reserves crumbling. He wasn't going to make it. She was just too much.

"I'm gahhhhhhh!" His last words became a garbled mess as an explosive cry of pleasure blasted out his lips. His oversized cock swelled within her before disgorging thick streams of his cum inside her.

The flood of seed continued intermittently for a small eternity before Simon collapsed back against the leather seat. His chest rose and fell in shuddering gasps as he regained his breath.

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen grinned and groaned, glancing at the sexual tension she saw in Simon’s face, his eyebrows knitted together in concentration; as she bounced even more vigorously with Simon’s full manhood inside of her. Any doubts about her desirability were put at ease as she overheard his series of soft, surrendering “fucks” into her back and hair. Kristen could sense his muscles tensing each time her pussy circled and bounced against his length.

“Yes. . . . mmmm. . .fuck me, Simon, cum in me. . .I want to cum with you,” Kristen thought, as the slit in her dress ripped from her efforts.

Simon grew even harder and Kristen’s walls were resistant, but he filled her so completely, and if she arched her back slightly his cockhead stimulated that special area. . . fuckkkk.

As she sensed Simon’s release, Kristen squeezed her vagina firmly against Simon’s length, which in turn, made her clit come alive with sensation and she knew she was going to explode with Simon.

“Mmm. . . yesss,” Kristen begged, as she felt the burst of warm seed hit her cervix and her vagina began to instinctively contract with pleasure, as Simon softly cursed through the height of his release. He felt massive inside of her; and yet, it was everything she had ever wanted sexually. She loved his size and all his warm cum.

“Oh yes, fuck!” Kristen cried, as her body began to shake uncontrollably as her orgasm rippled out in intensity from deep within her pussy as Simon held himself rigid within her, still riding his own heights.

Kristen slowed her bouncing but Simon continued to flood her pussy with his seed intermittently and Kristen would moan with pleasure. Finally, her body quieted and she sensed Simon had fully released himself inside of her. . .at least for now, as his body relaxed against the car seat.

Kristen glanced back at Simon. “That was quite a fucking ride, Dr. Idris. I’m . . .so horny and lustful. . . and I like nothing better than feeling you inside of me. . . as we cum together. I love having your seed inside of me; you make me feel sexy. . .even now,” Kristen said as she glanced down at her humongous breasts that had popped up and were barely contained against the restraints of her bodice.

Simon held her belly protectively as his eyes followed her curves appreciatively.

Kristen groaned softly not wanting to separate from Simon; she hated that moment when he would withdraw from her warm depths. She loved this feeling of deep penetration.

“I love you, Simon. I know I shouldn’t, but I do. I’m so glad this is your baby. I love feeling so. . .open. . .even as pregnant as I am, if not moreso than before. . . even the time with Charles was magical. Mmm. . . this evening. . .so, hot . . .thank you.”

 

[saedo]

Simon spent a few minutes catching his breath. He smiled and kissed Kristen affectionately on the shoulder as she leaned back against him. "That was wonderful, dear Kristen. You are always such a delight."

He tilted his head as he observed their surroundings. "Ah, we've stopped moving." He reached around his voluptuous companion and thumbed the intercom. "Tricia, we appear to be stopped. Have we reached our destination?"

~~~~
Tricia bit her lower lip to keep from squealing in surprise as the deep male voice called out to her. She guiltily withdrew her right hand from between her thighs. Though the privacy barrier meant her passengers couldn't see her, her dark cheeks warmed with embarrassment.

Tricia had left the intercom partially on do she could listen in. While technically it was against public policy, her curiosity got the better of her. But while she'd certainly had passengers get busy in the backseat before, she wouldn't have expected from these two. Sure, they were both attractive, but the woman was just huge with child. Just trying to imagine having sex with a belly that big seemed so bizarre.

But what had really surprised her was the intensity. The teenager had never imagined that such an incredibly pregnant woman could be so . . . so. . . lustful. The sounds that she'd made. . . . Tricia had nearly run off the road twice due to how turned on she was listening to those two.

"Um, yes, sir," Tricia responded. "Just a couple minutes ago."

"Good. And is the coast clear?"

Tricia peered out the windshield. The nearly full moon made the car's headlights almost unnecessary. The car was alone at the overlook area. From the parking lot down the grassy bank to the lake's edge, there were no sign of anyone. "Yes, sir, we appear to be alone."

"Good," the male voice rumbled. "Please get the items from the trunk and set them out on one of the tables."

Tricia nodded instinctively. She clambered out of the car swiftly and made her best effort to straighten her uniform. Unable to resist just listening to the energetic couple in the back, she'd hiked up her pencil skirt to her upper thighs as she'd teased herself with her fingers. She tugged the skirt back into place; hopefully the glistening trails of moisture on her inner thighs would be sufficiently concealed. Her blouse was in better shape, but she'd have to pray that her unrepentantly hard nipples didn't seem too obvious in the moonlight.

She circled to the trunk of the car and opened it. Inside was a heavy quilt as thick as a book and a couple of pillows. She retrieved them and shut the lid.

The overlook had a few concrete picnic tables several yards from the small parking lot. No doubt during daylight hours, this was a pretty spot to watch the sun-dappled waters of the lake. At night, the water seemed almost black, with only the occasional glint of reflected moonlight disturbing the inky view stretching away from shore.

Tricia picked the right one. As instructed, she draped the heavy quilt across the top like a tablecloth and set the pillows at one end. It had seemed an odd instruction when the man had given it to her at the start of the evening, but her pulse quickened as she guessed at his intention.

She turned to see the man standing at the rear passenger door. His naked back was to Tricia. She swallowed uncomfortably as she realized his nudity was not limited to his upper half.

The man bent forward slightly and extended his right arm inside the car. "It's such a nice night out," she heard him say. "Won't you please join me?"

 

[Sidney_1]

Despite the late hour, Kristen’s eyes blinked with interest when the female driver confirmed that they were alone. Kristen had assumed that they were taking a long drive back to her house, but apparently that was not the case. More surprises were in store.

Kristen could hear the driver getting items out of the trunk and then walking back to their limo. It was hard to hear if the driver had re-entered the car. However, Simon shifted his weight, opened the door and stepped outside. After a moment, he extended his arm out to Kristen to follow him.

“Of course,” Kristen replied, as she stepped out of the car as gracefully as she could. Simon had removed his pants completely and he stood in his natural state as he had the first time in his office. Simon’s warm liquid oozed out of her.

Upon seeing the young, female driver behind him, Kristen quickly embraced Simon with her form; instinctively wanting to cover his nakedness.

Was the driver going to give them a few moments to enjoy the moonlight in privacy? Kristen had no idea what Simon had in mind, but clearly he had something pre-planned.

“We’re not alone, Simon. The driver is standing behind you. I… I think she’s mesmerized, as she hasn’t moved.” Kristen whispered.

Surely, they must have looked odd. Simon, tall, muscular, well-endowed. Herself, dressed to the nines in heels, her full pregnant form accented with an impressive cleavage of full, firm, milky breasts, her blonde hair with just a few wisps that had fallen around her face, and her toned legs that were revealed through the slit. . . and no doubt she exuded a sexually satisfied post-coital bliss. Simon had made her feel amazing. The only thing her body could have used was a thorough milking. She definitely felt heavier than usual. . .perhaps the intense orgasms had triggered more production.

“It is a lovely evening,” Kristen said aloud, in a normal tone of voice, as much for Simon’s sake as for the driver’s, in case she thought it best to retreat to the car.

 

[saedo]

"We’re not alone, Simon. The driver is standing behind you."

Simon turned to see the ebon-skinned young woman standing near the picnic table. Her full lips hung open and her eyes were wide with wonder at the naked couple before her.

"Of course she's standing there. Tricia is just doing as I instructed." Simon turned back to Kristen and smiled. "You may also trust her. Tricia is being very well compensated for her discretion. Isn't that right, Tricia?"

Tricia blinked a few times before responding. "Uh, yes. Yes sir. You can count on me," she blurted when her tongue finally found its way.

Simon nodded. "Come over here and lend Kristen here a hand, please. Beautiful as her pregnancy is, it does mean walking down slopes is a little tricky."

Tricia nodded silently and moved as directed. This evening had taken a decidedly unexpected turn. Dr. Trask had offered her twice her asking rate when he'd hired her, but only told her that he needed her "assistance and discretion" later that evening. She certainly never expected anything like this.

Tricia took up station opposite Dr. Trask and mimicked his grip on the blonde's upper arm. While she'd certainly seen plenty of naked women in the locker room after practice, she'd never actually touched one before. Still, the woman didn't seem to mind, so Tricia just followed along.

The sidewalk from the parking lot to the picnic table did slope somewhat steeply, so Tricia could see why it might be tricky to navigate when you couldn't see your own feet. She and Simon helped the pregnant woman stay on the path down to the picnic area. Simon then reached around the woman's belly to grip her just above the hips. Tricia marveled as the powerful muscles in his back rippled as he lifted the blonde off the ground and set her ass down on the quilt-covered table.

Simon turned to face Tricia and she had to guiltily tear her gaze away from his lower half to meet his gaze. She'd been sneaking glimpses at the flaccid pillar dangling between his thighs ever since he exited the car and she still couldn't believe her eyes. It couldn't possibly be that big.

"Tricia, I'd appreciate you waiting out here with us. We may have further need of you."

The rumbling command made Tricia shiver slightly. What could that mean? And why was her pussy so damp at the possibilities?

Simon turned his gaze back to Kristen. "I've always wanted to have sex with you beneath the stars," he explained. "Tonight seemed a perfect opportunity. But first, I would like a drink." Simon cupped her left breast in hand, the flesh full and firm to the touch. His head bent towards her chest as he took the swollen nipple between his lips.

 

[Sidney_1]

By now, Kristen trusted Simon. All of his associates – the restaurant personnel, Mrs. Kapoor, Emma and Charles, and even Ms. Munson – had been discrete, and thus, trustworthy. Kristen was on such a “high” from the evening, her body flooded with sensual pleasures, that she barely registered the idea that Tricia was going to be present while she and Simon were intimate.

Before she could give it much thought, Simon had planted her on the picnic table, knelt before her, and pronounced his intention to have “a drink”.

Kristen moaned softly, arched her back, and rested her hands lightly on Simon’s muscular shoulders as his lips teased her nipples to a fuller protrusion. His warm lips on her tender nipples. . . fuuuuck.

Kristen shut her eyes to focus on the delicious sensations, but opened them once she heard Tricia take a step closer to them. Tricia quietly stacked a few pillows and whispered, “Just in case you want to recline a bit.”

“Thanks,” Kristen whispered, in between breathy moans. Tricia’s eyes danced from Kristen’s abundant breasts and belly to Simon’s mouth and muscular form. She appeared as mesmerized as Kristen at Simon’s request.

It took a moment for Kristen to relax once again, focusing solely on Simon, shutting out Tricia’s shy, but curious posture. Oh God, Tricia was going to watch it . . . all. In the darkness, but close enough to hear their breathing and her moans of sweet pleasure.

But, there was no way Kristen was going to hold back her feelings despite any embarrassment. Simon, in his way, had trained her to learn to adapt; to have peak experiences despite the circumstances; to learn to be proud of her pregnancy and it’s unique beauty.

Kristen groaned as she felt her milk spew forth into Simon’s mouth. Her breasts were heavy and engorged and the slightest change in pressure and his tongue on her sensitive nipples. . . she could feel Simon’s cum oozing out of her already.

“Mmmmm, that feels so good, I’m so full. I love when you drink from me,” Kristen whispered, hoping that Tricia wouldn’t hear the last part of her phrase. It was embarrassing enough to feel so aroused when adults would milk her breasts. To admit that she loved the adult suckling. But, especially. . . her doctor. . . was skilled and practiced . . . and had that ability to make her feel wildly lustful.

Kristen widened her legs and wrapped her legs around Simon’s body.

“Mmm. . .yesss, release it,” Kristen begged, as Simon squeezed her heavy, full breast.

 

[saedo]

Tricia stared in amazement as the couple embraced. She'd seen porn on the Internet, of course, but she'd never actually watched two people be so intimate in person. It was mesmerizing.

She was surprised at how casual the pair were. Though she implicitly knew she had a nice body, just changing in the locker room with other girls made Tricia feel somewhat uncertain. The thought of not only being naked but also explicitly sexual seemed inconceivable to her. Yet these two seemed pleased to have an audience.

Of course, they had bodies built for being naked. Despite being unmistakably pregnant, Tricia found herself admiring the woman's voluptuous beauty. The way her bulging belly curved outward was so . . . majestic. Tricia had an urge to touch it.

As for Dr. Idris . . . . Tricia felt her skin flush beneath her coffee-colored skin. His muscled back was very appealing, as were those piercing blue eyes. But she couldn't resist repeatedly glancing at the immense pillar of flesh dangling between his thighs. It seemed impossibly large, yet there it swung.

"Tricia."

The teenager started as her name was spoken. Her brown eyes went large as saucers as Dr. Idris' azure gaze held her fast.

"Tricia," Simon repeated. "You seem most interested. Would you not like to do more than watch?" His hand beckoned her closer. "Come, please do. Kristen would enjoy it."

Tricia felt herself begin to shiver. She'd never once imagined doing anything like this. She'd never even touched another woman save by accident. But somehow the idea of touching this woman seemed irresistible.

The woman gave Tricia an encouraging smile. The girl swallowed and stepped over to the table.

"Is it okay if I . . . ?" Tricia began, lifting a hand towards the immense belly.

Simon placed his hand over Tricia's. "Go right ahead," he counseled. "Kristen loves to be touched." He guided the driver's hand in a gentle sweep across the blonde's swollen womb.

Tricia felt her entire body tingle. It was so taut and firm! Soon her left hand joined her right and she was exploring the smooth skin freely on her own.

Simon bent his head back to Kristen's breast and resumed nursing. Tricia basked in the sound of his suckling coupled with the sounds of pleasure from Kristen.

Then the young woman felt a hand between her own dusky thighs. Her pussy was absolutely dripping wet already from observing these two, so the finger that teased her nether lips encountered no resistance. Her libido at a fever pitch, Tricia managed just a few gasps. As soon as the fingertip brushed her hardened clit, she screamed as an unexpectedly intense orgasm rocked her slender frame.