Tanja - Pregnant and Horny! Pt. 02

© Tanja31

Dear Community,

This story is the original Part 2 of the story "Tanja - Pregnant and Horny." It describes my adventure with a young couple whom I met in a hotel in 2020, when I was six months pregnant...

So I've separated this part now, since it's actually a completely separate story. This makes the first part and now this second part much shorter. Many of you prefer shorter stories anyway, as I've learned. Probably because the "bag" is already relieved of its agonizing "pressure" after 10-15 minutes of reading.????

I haven't changed the content of either part much, but of course I've revised the language and hopefully made it even more exciting for you!

It would be wonderful if you could rate my (enjoyable) work on your full bags. And also comment or send me an email. Such feedback is a great motivation for me as a writer.

All actors in this story are at least 18 years old.

And now: enjoy reading!

Tanja - Pregnant and horny! Pt. 02

In September 2020, I spent three weeks on holiday on Norderney (a German North See island). The first few days were with my husband, but then he had to return home to work. He left me alone here at the hotel.

Well, not quite. Before he left, he handed me over to the 'care' of an older gentleman. I had quite a bit of fun with this Mr. Schroer at the end of my first week of vacation (please see: Tanja - Pregnant and Horny!).

After my hormone levels had returned to "normal" during the second week of my vacation, I seriously wondered if I was completely out of my mind--to show myself to this Grandpa Schroer like that, to get so turned on by him. And him, too! Those were the first pangs of guilt I felt.

And yet. My thoughts kept circling back to my experience with old Schroer in the hotel swimming pool.

I know myself. When I repeatedly think about my experiences (no matter what excesses I've indulged in), despite feeling guilty, I just get turned on. That's how I felt now, at the end of my second week here at the hotel on Norderney.

Pregnant women can either lose all desire for sex (and usually they already look so bad that no one would willingly touch them anymore).

Or there's the complete opposite. Women who become even more aroused, even more addicted to sex. The further along the pregnancy progresses, the more swollen their bellies become, the more sex hormones these women produce. And I, personally, seemed to be their president, too.????

I just had to chuckle at my naughty thoughts. And today was a holy Sunday, too. I was strolling past the hotel reception, heading into town, maybe to get some delicious ice cream.

Then my phone rang - it was my husband!

He wanted to know if everything was alright with me and our unborn child. And whether the older gentleman had ever taken care of me.

"Of course he did, honey, with complete success!"????

No response at the other end of the line.

Then I reassured my husband, telling him how much I would miss him...

In fact, as a depraved, pregnant slut, I only had the situation in mind under the shower when I stood stark naked in front of our hotel guest, when I had turned around and shamelessly bent over so that he could see my hairy vagina, my anus, simply everything... and finally licked his own sperm and my urine off the floor and my feet.

"Okay, see you soon then, honey..." my husband said goodbye.

He knew perfectly well that I would have fun here.????

Hmm, right now, on the way into town, I had that strange, restless emptiness inside me again. That feeling of needing to experience something. My urges were back in full force! (Like I said, I'm obviously the president of the Horny Pregnant Women's Association!)

Old Schroer seemed to be avoiding me. I hadn't seen him for several days. Not even at breakfast. Maybe I'd overwhelmed him with my show? Oh well, what can you do?

The ice cream was delicious.

In the afternoon, without any hope of meeting anyone, I took the elevator down to the swimming pool.

I didn't even try to close my bathrobe. Today I even had a wet razor and shaving foam in my toiletry bag.

I wanted to take care of the contours around my vagina again, and definitely shave my legs (I always make sure of that) and at least trim my underarm hair a little.

Suddenly the elevator stopped on the first floor!

Oops? Shit. Embarrassment. Alarm!

I was just barely able to gather my bathrobe up to my crotch with one hand.

The elevator door opened and in came... a very young couple! Or rather, a boy and a girl.

A really pretty, reddish-blonde, tall girl. Slender, almost skinny, with a really sweet, even cute, face. And a really rich red lipstick. Her hair was twisted into a rather wild bun on top of her head. Maybe that's why she seemed so tall to me? But totally adorable!

He was a sporty, tall, dark-blond young man. Right on the border between manhood and adolescence.

Both were also wrapped in bathrobes. They were perhaps just of legal age, I thought, still shocked by the embarrassing situation.

He:

"Oh, excuse me, should we go back to..."

But then the elevator door closed. My baby bump was exposed beneath my bathrobe, as was at least one of my banana-shaped breasts with its dark, almost black, smooth areola and its permanently erect nipple.

I wanted to save the situation.

"Oh, come on, calm down. We're all adults here. You see each other naked in the sauna, too!" I smiled mischievously at them both. But inside, I was sweating bullets with embarrassment. And I'm sure they were even more mortified!

The elevator landed in the basement. The door opened.

The two looked at each other with wide eyes.

Then she (!), bravely, despite her bright red face, came to me:

"Well... giggle... giggle... sure, let's do that, shall we? Dear cousin?" She looked at him expectantly:

"Uhhh, we don't have any swimwear with us!" he looked back in surprise.

We left the elevator car and stood in the cool hallway.

Now I had to get the situation under control very quickly, because I sensed some super-cool fun with the two adult 'teenagers' (a hopefully soon-to-be-completely-naked cousin-cousin pair, how awesome is that, please???).

"Oh, you sweet things," I smiled decisively and confidently.

"I haven't brought anything to wear either. You can see that. We won't steal each other's thunder, okay? And I'm sure you'll be fine with my current 'state'."

With these words, I opened my bathrobe completely so that the two of them could clearly see my prominent baby bump. I fully expected that they would also get a first, unmistakable glimpse of my shamelessly exposed, hairy vulva.????

For me, exposing oneself like that in front of someone is precisely the exciting tightrope walk: between exhibitionist thrill and shameful display. In this situation with the two adult teenagers, at least, the thrill won out!

The young man's jaw dropped. Without even trying to look away, he stared at my stomach. Then down at my ample bosom. Then up to my unusually shaped breasts. And back to my tummy again.

The pretty girl was a little irritated; she looked at her cousin and then also at my shamelessly displayed, female sexual characteristics.

"So? Do you like what you see?"

I had to maintain the lead now, that much was clear!

I practically had the boy 'in the bag', he seemed so paralyzed. Now I just had to 'secure' the girl to prevent an uncontrollable escape attempt.

But I didn't need that at all!

This sweet young woman (at perhaps 1.75 m tall) was cheekiness personified!

She deftly opened her bathrobe and just as shamelessly pushed out her pelvis.

"Look, I'm hairy 'down there' too. Only much lighter and not quite as thickly covered as you! But unfortunately, I don't have a baby bump to offer!" And she smiled at me very sweetly.

Wow, that young lady was totally amazing! And I immediately remembered the awesome story from my friend Sabine, the teacher, who experienced madness with a young pair of twins in the Seychelles (see also in Literotica: 'It's going to be madness!')

Her cousin first stared intently at her nakedness, and then looked away shyly.

I suggested:

"Come on, let's go to the changing room, it's warmer there."

My pulse shot up in jubilation. I'm sure the other two felt the same way.

I simply pushed them both ahead of me and we went into the changing room. There, I immediately and without hesitation took off my bathrobe and hung it on a hook above the benches in the middle of the room. The girl immediately took off her bathrobe as well and hung it next to mine.

"Such a thin girl," I thought. "But she's really very sexy!"

She had hardly any breasts. But she had cherry-sized, rounded, and reddish-tinged nipples on her light red, small, circular areolas. She smiled at me incredibly sweetly.

"What's your name?" I simply asked.

"Lena. And this one is Nick, my little 'big' cousin."

The young thing was clearly in charge between the two.

"My name is Tanja. And this in here, will be Mia!" I said, laughing, tapping my sweet, pointy belly with my index finger.

"Pleasant!" she replied promptly. "That's sooooo cute with 'the two of you'!!!" by which she of course meant me and the fruit in my bulging belly.

Then she looked at her cousin.

"Hey, come on Nick, don't be so dull, take off your bathrobe too! Equal rights for everyone!"

"Uh, it's not that simple, Lena!" the boy stammered. And he clutched his bathrobe tightly closed, especially around the bottom.????

I smiled first at Lena, then at the young man with a knowing look.

"Uhhhh, I see, dear cousin. You're in trouble, aren't you???" and she covered her mouth with one hand, then burst out laughing.

She was really so cheeky, Kleene...

The boy was just bright red, he didn't say anything.

"Lenaaaa! Give him a little more time! He probably needs to get used to us naked women first!" I intervened in the spicy situation, reprimanding but smiling.

"Come on, let's take a shower, then we'll go in the water. That will cool him down."

Nick was visibly irritated and overwhelmed by the situation. As if that weren't enough, these two naked women were now talking about him as if he were a schoolboy.

"Uh, I'm going to go into the water, you'll be here soon too."

With these words, he peeled himself out of his bathrobe in a flash and simply threw it onto the bench. Awkwardly, he tried to hide his predicament and disappeared into the showers. He turned on the water for three seconds, and the moment Lena and I followed him into the showers, the poor boy, his genitals twitching, was already hurrying back out into the swimming pool.

Lena and I looked at each other and burst out laughing again. Lena even laughed really loudly. She still had that silly teenage charm. But how sexy she was!

Then I took a closer look at the sweet thing. Very thin, a really quite pretty face. Hardly any freckles, despite her fair skin and reddish complexion. She reminded me a lot of Karoline Herfurth (you might know her from the film 'Perfume: The Story of a Murderer'). Add to that her slender upper body, those flat breasts with the cherry-like features on top. An almost hollow stomach. From her navel, a thin strip of hair ran down to a pubic bush that was more red than blonde. Wonderful! My heart was in my mouth. A rather wide, bony pelvis and a clearly defined cleft that sat noticeably high in her pubic triangle. Below, her cleft ended in an open void that yawned between her thighs. The girl couldn't even close her thighs, the gap between them was so wide. Further down, she had athletic, flawless legs. And: just like me, lots of prominent, bluish-shimmering veins on her arms, hands, ankles, and insteps. What immediately caught my eye, as always: pretty, well-groomed feet with harmoniously shaped toes, the nails perfectly sculpted in a vibrant red design. Not that much bigger than mine. Maybe a size 39?

"38.5!"

I looked at Lena in amazement.

"Well, you're measuring me right now, Tanja, aren't you?" And she smiled at me knowingly and cheekily.

"1.75m tall? 50 kg?" I replied smugly.

"1.74m, please, yes? If so, then we want to be precise!"

And once again we both had to laugh.

"I only reached 1.65 meters..."

We looked at each other for a moment in silence, with a strangely intimate gaze.

That girl was so cute. I was aroused. Extremely aroused. What a sassy, yet sweet person...

I turned on one of the showers and immediately enjoyed the warming water.

Lena was still standing in front of me. She wanted something, looked at me questioningly. But perhaps she didn't dare to ask.

I turned the shower off again.

"Lena? What is it? Do you want something from me?"

Slightly blushing, she came out with a wish...

"May I, um... touch your belly, Tanja?"

Her eyes now looked at me uncertainly and wide, as if she were expecting a verdict.

"Heyyy, of course you can, Lena, we get along great woman to woman! Come on, touch me, stroke my belly, it doesn't hurt me, on the contrary..."????

Tension filled the air. Exciting vibrations.

She stepped close to me. First, she looked deep into my eyes. I could feel her breath.

Then I simply took her pretty hands, whose nails she had designed in a French style, and guided them to my plump belly.

Dort ließ sie ihre Hände einen Moment andächtig, vielleicht auch unsicher, verweilen. Doch dann begann sie, meinen Bauch vorsichtig zu streicheln und zu drücken. Besah ihn sich ganz fasziniert. Fuhr mit den Fingern andächtig elliptische Bahnen an ihm ab. Umkreiste neugierig meinen vorgedrückten Bauchnabel. Tippte auf ihn und drückte ihn, als wolle sie versuchen, ihn zu reponieren. Schaute mir immer wieder, Bestätigung suchend, in die Augen.

„Spürst Du das eigentlich?" fragte sie leise.

„Ja klar spüre ich das. Ich spüre das neue Leben in meinem Bauch und auch jede Berührung. Vor allem, wenn sie so schön zärtlich ist, wie deine..."

‚flash'! ...

Mit diesen Worten wagte ich mich auf eine neue emotionale Ebene zu dem hübschen Mädchen. Das wollte ich aber auch so. Ich spürte, dass mir die Kleine gut gefiel. Dass ich vielleicht mit ihr... Na ja, mal sehen, was passiert. Sie ist noch so jung, bremste ich mich ein wenig, verantwortungsbewusst wie ich mich gerne sehen wollte..

Lena ließ eine Fingerspitze zärtlich höher wandern, fuhr eine meiner prallen Venen an der Unterseite meiner linken Brust ab. Sie hielt inne. Plötzlich lehnte sie sich noch einige Zentimeter näher in meine Richtung.

So, wie wir beide nun dastanden, berührten sich jetzt unsere Brustwarzen, wie rein zufällig.

Meine puffigen Spitzkegel und ihre knuffigen Kirschen.

Mich durchfuhr ein Schauer. Ich bekam ganz schwache Beine.

Ich sah, wie Lena ihre Augen schloss.

Beide taten wir nichts, was die Berührung unserer Nippel irgendwie trennen könnte. Einen langen Moment blieben wir wie verzaubert so....

Was war das für ein besonderer, ein geiler, nein, ein sinnlicher und inniger Moment. Weibliche Brustnippel, die sicher berühren...

Mir war, als würden sich zwischen unseren erregten Nippeln kleine Blitze entladen...

Dann öffnete sie ihre Augen wieder.

Ein verträumter, stiller Blick in meine Augen. Ein besonderer Blick...

„Tanja?"

„Ja?"

„Darf ich auch mal... da unten... in deinen... Schamhaaren streicheln?" fragte sie wieder ganz leise und geradezu sinnlich.

Mir versagte fast die Stimme.

„... Klar... ähm, darfst Du, Lena!"

Sie drückte sich jetzt sachte an mich. Das war ob meines Bauches gar nicht so leicht. So schob sie sich einfach etwas seitlich an meinen Bauch und führte ihre linke Hand an meine Scham.

Dann ließ sie ihre Fingernägel rückwärts und von oben nach unten durch mein nasses Schamhaar streifen. Ich zuckte zusammen. Mochte wahnsinnig werden vor Glück. Kleine elektrische Stöße durchzuckten wieder meinen Leib, begleitet von befreiendem Stöhnen.

„Hhhhhhhmmm!...", Lena...

Dann schob sie ihre Hand ganz vor und streifte ihre Finger komplett von unten wieder nach oben, erwischte dabei meine voll saftenden und geschwollenen inneren Schamlippen gleich mit.

„Aaahhhhhhh, Lena,... was... tust Du?"

Sie schaute mir einfach und ohne jede Hemmung tief in meine Augen.

„Ich will sehen, wie eine schwangere Frau so drauf ist. Ob die ‚da unten' noch was spürt!"

With these rather unexpected words, she somewhat deflated the intense emotion of our budding intimacy. But perhaps that was a good thing. Otherwise, I might have pounced on this sweet girl right there in the shower...

But this person was really worldly-wise.

"Yes, Lena, I haven't lost any of my excitability, my sensitivity. On the contrary, I think I've only become more excitable. I could have sex all the time. With anyone..."

Another brief silence.

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Did I go too far?

Was that... too obvious an offer to her?

I mean, she didn't know anything about my bisexual orientation, that I live at home with my husband and a lover... She certainly had no bisexual experience... and she's still so young...

"Come on, let's take a quick shower and then we'll go into the pool with your cousin, he'll have calmed down by now," I smiled at her sweetly and almost apologetically.

"Okay, let's do it, Tanja!"

But she simply stayed by my side, turned on the shower button, lifted her face into the ticklish shower spray, and wiped her sweet, wet face with both hands.

"Would you like to come to my place sometime?"

she suddenly shouted through the shower spray.

"What?" I shouted back.

"Touch me 'down there'!"

I was stunned. I hadn't expected that at all. This little vixen was really intense. Incredibly hot, I think. And somehow it was a clear sign to me that she also wanted to show me a special and, above all, balanced and fair closeness.

"Yes, I want that, sweetie..." I trembled. My pulse was racing.

I pulled her very close to me and, highly excited and tender, touched her hairy vulva with my left hand.

What a wonderful feeling that was! Her silky fur... It crackled inside me. Immediately, I spread my little finger and ran it along her vulva. It was incredibly slippery. And not from the still gently trickling water. No, those were gelling juices from the young girl's overstimulated vagina...

Lena immediately reached down and touched my vagina again. And she did so directly, without hesitation, right into her center!

We looked at each other with bated breath. What a situation! Two women, complete strangers, were pleasuring and fingering each other's genitals. And one of them was so incredibly young...

As if driven by some magical force, we now pressed our lips together. We kissed. First just barely, and then suddenly our tongues were passionately entwined.

We kissed. Excitedly.

Bam!

It came to me. Unrestrained and shameless. Just like you!

Perhaps only 10 minutes after we met in the elevator, we were both overcome by an incredibly beautiful and powerful female orgasm.

You, and me too. Overwhelming. Simultaneously. Bam!

"Aahhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"Mmmmmmhhhhhhhh"

It was all so incredibly awesome, so intense, what was happening between us at such a rapid pace.

I mean, we didn't know each other at all. We knew nothing about each other. Nothing!

Yes. Shoe size 38.5...

We gasped, clung to each other, supported one another. Our wet hair matted across our faces. The shower water trickled in, running into our kissing mouths...

After what felt like an eternity, we finally broke apart. We hugged each other again and held hands.

I regained my composure. And I thought I had somehow been drawn into the stories of my friend Sabine, who had driven the young twins in the Seychelles crazy... (and because of which I have now also named my own daughter 'Mia').

"Come on, sweetie, let's go to your cousin's now."

She smiled at me mischievously.

"Yep, let's do that. Let's see what we can do with it!"

I had to laugh.

Thick as a fist, that's all I'm saying. Thick as a fist!...

I went ahead into the swimming pool, wet and naked as I was. I simply pulled Lena along behind me by the hand.

"Yippee, Nickilein, we're back!" Lena exclaimed enthusiastically.

She was so gorgeous...!????

Should I jump into the water or carefully walk in using the ladder?

I went in carefully, as I could then present myself to the young man in a more elegant and feminine way.

Lena was following behind me, giving me a wonderful view from below of her sweet, firm, apple-shaped bottom and her blond-reddish hair surrounding her youthful, arousing orifices. The wide cleft between her thighs certainly made this easier.

Lena's almost closed vaginal opening was practically overgrown with glistening threads of arousal. How I longed to slip my tongue right there... ah, wonderful!

Out of the corner of my eye, I also saw that your cousin Nick was obviously enjoying the way we two naked 'women' were getting into the pool.

We immediately started swimming a little.

I tried to swim on my back as close as possible to Nick, so that he could see my breasts and my dark-haired vagina in all their glory.

It was and still is just so hot for me to show myself naked and vulnerable... Didn't I say that somewhere before?

I'll gladly repeat myself: showing myself and presenting myself unprotected is one of the most exciting, the most thrilling situations I know in my sex life...

In between, I let the poor guy squirm a bit again -- so I did breaststroke. But that way he could at least enjoy my buttocks (which, compared to Lena's, were perhaps not quite as crispy, but no, I certainly don't need to hide my butt, considering I'm almost twice the girl's age).

Suddenly, after perhaps 2 minutes of swimming, we were standing in the shallow water area, where the water was only about a meter deep.

As the three of us stood so close together, I noticed that Nick had an erection. In fact, his glans and his foreskin, which was only half-retracted, were sticking right out of the water.

Uhhh, what a racy view! I looked deliberately and very clearly right there, and then smiled smugly into Nick's eyes.

He grinned sheepishly, his face flushed red.

What was his cousin Lena doing now?

"Isn't that awesome? Nicki, you're really turning into a real man after all!!!" she exclaimed!

The moment she was about to grab his erect penis, Nick swung himself sideways into the water, as if fleeing, towards the pool exit.

"No, no, I'm out of here, ladies. I'd rather take a shower. You two can continue amongst yourselves!"

The young man actually ran away! How sweet. It was probably all too much and too embarrassing for him with us women.

"Uh, you know, Tanja, Nick knows that I'm... different. Well, you've already noticed that, haven't you, just in the shower, huh? I'm into women. And he knows that too."

Wow!

That explained a lot for me! So the young lady was a lesbian.

I was briefly confused. Speechless.

But then I felt somewhat relieved. After all, I had just encouraged the girl, who was clearly older, to engage in sexual acts between women, and she had followed me, young as she was. What kind of damage could I have done to such a young person???

But now I felt a huge weight lifted from my shoulders. That inclination was inherent in her anyway!

"Oh sweetie, that's wonderful! And you two get along so well!"

I thought for a moment and then asked her:

"And you two don't have anything together? I mean, you're so sweet and pretty, doesn't he want to try something with you too?"

"Oh no, I'm just his little cousin, you know? Well, we used to play doctor and stuff. You know. But then at some point I decided I was more into girls. And he wasn't mad at me for it. I do love him, but in a different way."

"Really? Absolutely nothing more, Lena?" I pressed a little (I felt my probing was justified. I mean, why would two sexually mature teenagers go into a swimming pool without any clothes on?)

"Well, I showed him how a boy does it himself a few years ago. And every now and then I still help him let off steam. You know? But only when he doesn't have a girlfriend. And only with my hand."

My goodness!

This girl could put me to shame. She's quite a character! But please, that's exactly what I find brilliant. Come on, break free from your sexual constraints!

"Ooooo. k., Lena, well then nothing surprises me anymore."

I smiled and showed her that I was clearly relieved by her explanation.

I smiled at her lovingly, and again, quite lustfully.

"And, does your cousin have a girlfriend at the moment?"

All that came was her short, terse reply.

"No."

Then came another teenage-like giggle, and she gave me a meaningful wink with one eye.

She was so young and sweet. And shamelessly awesome.????

But I sensed a new, exciting experience awaiting me...

"Come on, let's go take a shower too, Tanja. I think my cousin will otherwise take the opportunity to jerk off in the shower without us!"

"Lena, don't you think he's just too inhibited? Because of me? He's terrified!"

"Oh, come on, Tanja! You have no idea how great it is that we met you here! And the way you are! I know he thinks you're totally hot! He watches porn at home, and there are quite a few with pregnant women! I just don't know how we can make it happen yet..."

"Well then we agree, Lena, come on!" and I grinned expectantly.

With a plan in mind.

With a brilliant plan in mind...

We arrived in the shower; Nick was washing his hair with shampoo, facing the wall.

Lena stood in the shower next to her cousin. She turned it on.

In my shower, opposite Nick's, I placed my razor and shampoo on the small shelf mounted on the wall between the two showers. I took the shampoo, put a dab on my hand, and deliberately and slowly lathered my breasts, teasingly pinching my nipples. The boy watched me closely out of the corner of his eye.

Then my sacred washing moved to my pubic area, buttocks, and especially to my anus.

Hypocritically and deceitfully, I asked:

"Do you mind if I shave a little bit right now?"????

But Lena also immediately responded:

"Oh, not at all, quite the opposite! Actually, everyone already knows us naked!"

"And you, Nick, does it bother you?" I asked her cousin, seemingly innocent.

He actually turned around to face me. He had a semi-erect penis, which I was now seeing properly for the first time.

'Uhh yes,' my heart started racing again; his 'appendages' were quite handsome! Not too big, not too small. A straight, slightly fleshy penis, its foreskin only half-covering its rosy glans. Around his genitals, that strangely beautiful network of bluish, plump veins. Just a small ring of dark pubic hair around the thick base of his penis. Beneath it hung a round, plump scrotum, in which I could only vaguely make out the contours of his two testicles. Young testicles. Beautiful testicles. Sexy testicles. Surely brimming with fresh, fertile young man's sperm...

"No, um, it doesn't bother me, Tanja. My mother sometimes shaves even when I'm in the bathroom."

His face was bright red.

Somehow, he knew he couldn't run away again. Now he wanted to stand his ground bravely, not prudishly, in front of the two seemingly so uninhibited women.

"So? How do you feel about it, Nick? Are you watching her?"

"Yes, it's quite... interesting."

"Does that perhaps even turn you on?"

The young man stared at me, looking caught in the act, but avoided giving an answer.

"Hey, so you're a... Of course that turns you on! You told me that you even masturbate afterwards after watching your mother!"

Lena! She's really going to give that poor boy a good dressing down! I had to grin so much inside :-))) Then I had to intervene again:

"Oh, that's nice, Nick, I'm relieved. You have a very modern and uninhibited mother. Maybe she even gets turned on when you watch?"

This time Nick responded promptly:

"I don't know. She usually does it with her back to me. Except once, a few weeks ago, when she did everything openly in front of me."

The poor guy's face was still bright red.

"It turns her on, Nick, your mother gets aroused then, believe me. It totally turns me on too when someone sees me naked and watches me. Especially when I'm grooming myself!"

That couldn't be clearer!

Lena, that shamelessly horny girl, even egged on her cousin:

"Come on, Nick, take a good look now. It's not often you get to see a beautiful, naked woman like this! And one who's pregnant too!"

And I added fuel to the fire myself:

"Perhaps you could even help me and tell me if I'm being inaccurate somewhere and forgetting to shave something. In my condition, it's not so easy to see everything. I don't shave my mons pubis. I love it. But I do shave the contours around it."

The girl knelt down at me again.????

I turned off my shower, placed one foot against the wall so that my legs formed an (almost) 90-degree angle. Then, in front of the watchful and fascinated eyes of the two teenagers, I shaved first my beautiful ankles, then my legs, and my underarm hair (except for a small tuft in the middle). Next, I shaved the outer edges of my labia, which I demonstratively spread apart with my middle and index fingers, and a little bit of the contours around my densely haired, dark brown mons pubis.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nick's penis become fully erect in no time at all.

"How old is your mother, Nick?" I asked casually.

No answer.

The boy just stared at my 'cosmetic' manipulations.

"Hellooo? Would you maybe answer Tanja?" Lena asked rudely.

"Uh, oh, my mother is 37 years old."

"Have you ever seen a pregnant woman naked? I mean, up close?"

Nick's penis was now rock hard. I don't even know if he was aware of it, considering he'd seemed rather embarrassed up until then.

"No, I haven't... yet. (Pause) But you have a super beautiful, amazing body,... Tanja. And you are... so totally exciting and... and mysterious!"

He had surely forced these words out against the worst inner resistance of shame.

Das junge Mädchen wiederum schaute sich die Szenerie aufmerksam an und war längst dabei, sich (unbewusst?) an ihrem Geschlechtsteil zu spielen. Eigentlich war sie es, die mit ihren Anstachelungen dafür sorgte, dass es hier noch unweigerlich zu geilen Handlungen (und vielleicht auch zu Sex?) kommen würde... Ich war mir sicher, sie wollte es. Genau SO!

Ich kann kaum beschreiben, wie mich das alles hier rattig machte. Dieses süße Mädchen masturbierte vor uns, den jungen Mann geilte ich mit meiner Zeigelust erfolgreich auf und hatte ihn vielleicht kurz davor, meine Lust auf Sex mit fremden Geschlechtsteilen an meinem schwangeren Körper zu befriedigen.

„Nick, dann schau jetzt einfach mal genau hin...!"

Ich drehte mich demonstrativ mit dem Rücken zu dem Jungen, beugte mich vornüber (so gut es ging bei meinem prallen Babybauch), zog meine Pobacken auseinander und rasierte völlig schamlos meinen Damm und meine Pobacken. Ohne aber meinen Anus selbst zu enthaaren.

Mit der linken Hand strich ich öfters über die Schamlippen (und auch durch diese), zupfte meinen länglichen Kitzler und meine zappeligen inneren Schamlippen. Natürlich sollte es so aussehen, als verteilte ich nur den Schaum zum Rasieren...

Nick fielen die Augen fast aus den Höhlen heraus, so gebannt gierte er mir in den Schritt. Das konnte ich jedenfalls, zwischen meinen Beinen hindurch, gut erkennen.

„Ist an meinem Po alles gut rasiert, Nick? Magst Du mal genau hinschauen?" ????

Er zögerte kurz.

„Na komm, mach schon!" gab ihm erneut seine Cousine Ansage.

Ich blieb weiter in vornüber gebeugter Haltung.

Der Junge bewegte sich langsam, mit hartem, wippendem Glied zu mir.

„Kannst Du bitte mal fühlen auf meiner Haut am Po?

Er streckte seine Hand nach meinem Po aus. Begann ihn leicht zu streicheln. Ich hörte, wie schwer er atmete.

„Ist alles schön glatt, Tanja!"

Er keuchte.

„Und weiter in der Mitte, Nick?"

Er sah sich meinen Po, meine Körperöffnungen fasziniert von ganz nah an. Lena, seine Cousine, indes, fiddelte sich zunehmend schneller und heftiger an ihrer Scheide.

Auch sah ich aus meiner Position, wie ein Gelee-artiger Faden von Nicks Vorsamen aus dem offenen Eichellöchlein langsam bis auf den Fliesenboden herabzüngelte. Wie geil das aussah! Auch der Junge war ganz klar hochgradig erregt!

Gleich würde meine Falle zuschnappen...

„Nick, kannst Du mich schnell am Bauch umfassen und mir Halt geben, ich falle sonst vornüber!" (ich bin schon auch ein Biest!)

Nick tat es. Er griff von hinten um meinen Bauch. Wollte mich ‚retten'.

Das ging aber nicht, ohne dass sein erigierter Schwanz zwischen meine Beine rutschte!

Die Falle schnappte zu!!

Ich ließ meine Hand zwischen meine Beine greifen und es reichte eine kleine Berührung, um den Penis des jungen Mannes in meine offenstehende, durchgedrückte Scheide zu dirigieren! Sein Glied glitsche auch direkt und ohne jeden Widerstand weit in sie hinein! Wie unfassbar geil das war!

„Aaaaaahhhhhhh, Nick! Nicht wieder rausnehmen, lass' ihn in mir!

flehte ich fast vor schamloser Geilheit.

"Yesssssssssssssss, I'm going to leave it in your pregnant pussy. Tanja! You're so incredibly hot! You're having a baby and I'm going to fuck you...!"

Suddenly, without any shame or inhibition, the boy showed me his arousal, fucked me, and forcefully pushed his hard penis into my female bowels. He drove it violently against my pregnant uterus...

"Maaaahhhhhhhhh, Nick, that's incredibly beautiful, but please don't push too hard inside me, Niiiiiiiick."

Despite my pleas, he pushed no less into my pregnant birth canal.

Nick was beside himself with lust, fucking this strange but beautiful pregnant woman mercilessly, exactly what he watched in his movies at home and had certainly experienced countless times in his mind's eye...

And I finally got my cheating adventure with the stranger's penis, and probably his semen too, right into my pregnant belly. Into the pregnant belly where the child was growing from my husband's sperm and my own egg...

Lena, now incredibly horny and eager, approached us fucking, positioned herself sideways to me and her cousin. She vigorously waved her young vulva. At the same time, she held one hand on my right, dangling breast, squeezing my hard nipple mercilessly.

"Niiiiiiiiick! Do it to her, fuck the pregnant Tanjaaaaaaaa!!!"

She screamed now. And she was the first to have her orgasm! And what an orgasm it was!

Spurred on by this, I also took to the air.

"Yesssss, fuck my pregnant belly and squirt your semen into my amniotic sac!"

Wow! I was shaking. I would have definitely fallen forward at that point, on the verge of unconsciousness.

Meanwhile, the boy continued to buck into me uncontrollably and as if possessed. But only for a very short time.

Then, amid howling and rutting bellows, he injected his sperm cells into my ready genital opening.

Tanjaaaaaa!", that's so incredibly hot, I'm going to fill your pregnant belly, yessss, now!"

It pumped, it pushed. Gust after gust. Always into my birth canal. I could clearly feel his sperm spurts squirting into my vagina, cutting into my sensitive and unprotected uterus, and surely making it quite clear to my unborn child what it would later experience firsthand: being fucked and inseminated like a mare!

Instinctively, I jumped up, letting his still-pulsating cock out of my vagina. I quickly turned around, knelt in front of Nick, and wanted to receive the rest of his semen in my mouth! Immediately, sweet Lena threw herself at my side, and we both sucked and licked the remaining sperm from Cousin Nick into our eager mouths!

What an incredibly awesome dramatic scene! The young man kept ejaculating and ejaculating.

When almost nothing more came out, Lena took her cousin's penis and masturbated him so vigorously with her right hand that his foreskin was repeatedly pulled far back behind the glans. Frantically, hard. Relentlessly. On and on. With a grim expression.

"Come on, you bastard. That wasn't all. Give it to me!!!"

I couldn't believe what was happening!

And indeed, Nick came again!

I quickly lay down on my back, while Lena continued to stroke Nick's penis up and down with her pretty hand.

"You hot weiiiiiibeeeers, Aaaargghhhhhjaaaahh!!"

Nick fell to his knees, thrusting his pelvis forward.

His white semen splattered all over me. Over my face, over my breasts, and especially over my pregnant belly. There, the sperm shattered into many glittering splashes.

Lena greedily sucked on my face first, then pushed her semen-slicked tongue into my mouth. A wild copulation of our tongues began--metallic, salty, slimy, disgusting, wonderful!

"Nnnggggg,... hhhhh,... mmmmmggg"

We women all came at once. With muffled, choking sounds, like someone suffocating. We made out and kissed as if there were no tomorrow. We fingered and tore at our wet vaginas. It was simply a fantastic orgasm!

Nick had long since tipped over to the side, like a wet sack.

Lena and I fell apart, toppling side by side. But she pushed herself up again, letting warm water trickle over us with her last bit of strength. Then she collapsed over my pregnant belly, forced my legs apart, gasped for air, panting, and sucked on my semen-spewing vagina. Unbelievable. I didn't care that she was pressing on my stomach. Lying on the floor, I held my right arm outstretched towards Nick and slowly rubbed his fleshy, still semi-erect penis. Just like that. Intuitively.

I will never forget this fantastic moment with the two of them...

Eventually, we came to our senses again. We showered one last time, got ready, and went up to our rooms. We couldn't talk much anymore. I couldn't eat anything that evening either. I went to bed early and, intoxicated with joy, was delighted by Nick's semen, which leaked from my vagina several more times during the night...

Unfortunately, that was the only and last encounter with these two young people during this holiday, because the next day they went home again. They had only been here for two days, 'to visit someone,' as Lena told me.

What a shame, I thought. I didn't even see them at breakfast anymore.

I had a few days left before my husband would be returning. And the weather was becoming increasingly unsettled.

Well, I'll manage to fill the time somehow. We'll see.

Just two days later, however, I felt restless inside. I could feel the baby in my belly. And I felt myself getting incredibly horny again...

My thoughts revolved around the swimming pool, the water on my bare skin, the shower room--so uncharming yet so adventurously intimate. Old Schroer's gaze on my breasts and my vagina...

The exciting adventure with sweet Lena and her cousin Nick...

But nothing more happened.

Only the water in the empty swimming pool felt wonderful against my bare skin. I love it when the water flows past my labia, when my bare breasts rise and fall with every movement, always hoping someone would come and watch me...

But nobody came. That wasn't a problem, though. Because then my husband came back to the island. I was so happy he was back. Then, the night before we left together, we had sex three times. I was incredibly happy.

I didn't tell him anything about my adventures during my days alone here. I didn't think they were worth mentioning.

On the last day, we sat down to breakfast early, as we wanted to catch the first ferry.

Then Mr. Schroer actually came into the breakfast room. He was the first of the other hotel guests to arrive. He sat down again at the table next to us.

My husband immediately remembered him.

"Ahh, the nice gentleman..."

"Schroer," added the old man, avoiding all eye contact with me.

"Thank you for keeping an eye on my wife, Mr. Schroer! I hope it wasn't too stressful with her?"

Mr. Schroer then looked furtively and embarrassedly into my eyes.

"But no, I didn't even have to do anything. You know, I also had a visit from my great-niece Lena and my great-nephew Nick. So I was otherwise occupied."

At that moment I should have sunk into the ground... but I just grinned with gleeful amusement.????

End

To be edited in Part 2!!!!

The following weekend, my husband arrived at the train station on Friday evening shortly after nine o'clock. So I picked him up from the station. I had already packed our bag for the weekend. He was terribly tired from the journey, and I from the week. However, since we wanted to enjoy the weekend, we drove straight on to our holiday apartment in the Hunsrück region. The weather forecast was decent, so nothing stood in the way of a lovely weekend.

We finally arrived in the Hunsrück region around 10:30. We carried the bag with the laundry and food upstairs. I had made some sandwiches at home, which we ate in front of the television. We each drank a bottle of beer with it -- something my husband had probably missed most during the past few weeks (he was a senior engineer on an assembly project in the Middle East).

While I was finishing up the kitchen and putting things away in the fridge, my husband went into the bathroom and then into the bedroom. When I finally came back from the bathroom into the bedroom, he was already snoring. I had actually been expecting some sex -- after all, we hadn't seen each other for six weeks. So I was understandably frustrated when I lay down naked next to him under the covers.

I first slept naked when I was 14. It was summer, I was at a youth camp on the Baltic Sea, and it was swelteringly hot, even at night. And then there was Bernd, a 40-year-old counselor, who had sex with me at least three times every night, so getting dressed wouldn't have been worth it anyway. By 16, I was almost always sleeping naked, as long as I was alone or in the room with just my partner. I last wore clothes at night when I was 24.

The next morning, my husband was already in the bathroom when I woke up. It was just after 8:30 -- I had deliberately not set the alarm. We would probably head straight to the swimming pool, then have sex, and then breakfast. That had been our daily routine so far in the Hunsrück region.

I had to think of my husband - I had preferred not to tell him that I had masturbated in front of our hotel guest, Mr. Jakobs, during his absence, that I had given him a handjob and sucked him off, that I had let our hotel guest, who was clearly over 70 years old, have sex with me.

I also didn't know how our retired hotel guest would react if my husband joined us again. Actually, my husband could have just had sex with me right there in bed. But then I wouldn't have gone swimming.

So I dismissed the thought, stood up, put on my bathrobe, looked in the mirror at my breasts (not that big, about a B cup, and still slightly sagging at 35), my nipples (which were the size of a 10-euro commemorative coin) and my (freshly) shaved vagina (the day before).

My inner labia protrude about 3 cm beyond my outer labia. When I was younger (around 16 or 17) at school, showering naked after sports, I was always embarrassed if other girls could see my labia. Their inner labia were usually not visible at all, while mine protruded very noticeably.

Some of my classmates were already shaving back then. Of course, I tried it too. Sex was more sensual, much more intense. But I felt very ashamed about showing my shaved labia to the others.

My husband came out of the bathroom, already wearing his bathrobe. I zipped mine up too, tying the tie. He greeted me warmly and cheerfully--he was clearly happy to be back with me. And I was looking forward to swimming.

"Do you still go out so naked?" he asked me as we headed towards the apartment door.

"Sure - why not? Are you going in swimming trunks?" I asked in return.

"If that perv comes along again, I'd better leave them on..." he replied. We went outside and stood in front of the elevator. The elevator always took its time--the thing, like the rest of the building, dated back to the early 70s. I waited for Mr. Jakobs' apartment door--surely he wouldn't disappoint me today? The elevator arrived, but Mr. Jakobs didn't. What was I supposed to do? Going up and ringing the bell was hardly an option. So, the two of us went down to Earth.

In the changing room, we took off our bathrobes. My husband was already wearing his red swim trunks! I went naked into the shower room, my husband followed me, and we showered briefly. Then at the swimming pool, I saw Mr. Jakobs again--he hadn't disappointed me! He was all the more disappointed, however, when he saw my husband--sex, oral sex, or even handjobs weren't going to happen today.

I dove headfirst into the pool and swam a length until I was level with Mr. Jakobs. Then I greeted him. My husband swam up, and we chatted briefly. Then my husband and I swam several lengths briskly. Old Mr. Jakobs took it slower. Once we'd used up our initial energy, we swam more slowly until we were level with him, so we could exchange a few words while swimming.

How my husband was enjoying his time in the Middle East, what we were planning to do over the weekend, and so on. I was now swimming on my back a length ahead of them, so they could both see my breasts and my vagina when I spread my legs for the next stroke. Mr. Jakobs could hardly tear his eyes away from my labia, while my husband kept glancing over at Mr. Jakobs.

For me, it was always a particularly thrilling pleasure to be completely naked in the water while someone else (in this case, Mr. Jakobs and my husband) swam in swimwear. Several times, while swimming on my back, I touched my vagina, feeling my clitoris. And I could always see that Mr. Jakobs was watching me.

Ten minutes later we were in the shower. Mr. Jakobs was still gathering his things at the swimming pool. My husband was undecided about whether to take off his swimming trunks. And I was naked. "What's the matter? Are you too scared to undress?" I asked him.

"Well, I just find it hot when you're swimming in the water in front of us like that, and that old geezer keeps staring at your crotch."

My gaze wandered to his swimming trunks - which showed a noticeable bulge.

I took two steps towards him and pulled the thing down. He actually had a semi-erection.

"Really? 'I think that turns Jacobs on too! What do you think? Should I find out?'"

My husband's penis was now free of his swimming trunks. He was circumcised, and his rather small scrotum hung taut beneath the shaft.

He obviously hadn't shaved in the last six weeks. His penis was already erect at a 45-degree angle. "How are you going to manage that?" he asked. I took some shower gel, went back over to him, and began lathering his penis. "Oh, I think I can think of something..." I replied.

At that moment, the door opened, Jacobs came in, turned to a shower across the hall, and didn't notice that I was washing my husband's penis. My husband tried to push me away, but I stood my ground and ran my hand over his soapy penis. Jacobs turned around--and, of course, immediately saw my hand on my husband's penis. On my husband's now erect penis!

"Let him look," I whispered to my husband. Before Mr. Jakobs could react much, I took a few quick steps over to him, pulled his swim trunks down without hesitation (right to his feet), and started soaping his penis as well. I still had soap on hand. When Mr. Jakobs' penis had also reached 45 degrees Celsius, I looked back at my husband--who was now watching us and masturbating himself.

He rinsed off the soap again, his engorged glans peeking out of his hand. I also ran water over my hand and over the penis in front of me, then I squatted down and, without warning, sucked Jacob's erect penis into my mouth.

Mr. Jakobs had obviously shaved shortly before -- both his shaft and scrotum were hairless. With one hand I massaged the old man's testicles, with the other I vigorously stroked his foreskin several times over his glans, while my tongue massaged the tip. I glanced over at my husband -- who, as if electrified, stared at my mouth and the disappearing penis of Mr. Jakobs inside it, while he masturbated his own penis.

With a "pop," I let the penis slide out of my mouth and stood up again. With a slight nod of my head, I gestured to my husband to come over. When both men were now standing side by side in the shower, I reached out with both hands, aroused and almost compulsive. And I was holding four men's testicles. Two smaller ones from my husband, two massive, misshapen ones from our 75-year-old hotel guest.

I briefly kneaded with both hands, feeling the testicles on the left and right between my thumb and the other four fingers.

"Moaaaarggggggg"

"Hnnnnggggggggg"

My husband groaned, the old guy grunted guttiously. Then I took both cocks in my hands and jerked them off in unison. Both men stared at each other's erections.

When I realized my husband was about to ejaculate, I masturbated Jacobs faster.

First my husband ejaculated. He sprayed three full gushes of his white semen onto my legs and feet with their beautifully painted red toes--and onto the tiles between my feet. Then old Jacob sprayed his load all over me.

His semen was noticeably darker and thicker than my husband's. However, he ejaculated five large, viscous spurts of semen from his swollen testicles.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhrrgggggggg"

The old man bellowed like a beast. The first spurt of semen hit my feet, mixing with my husband's ejaculate. Disgusting, but somehow also really arousing. The second load dribbled from his brownish glans onto the tiles between our feet. Then, instinctively, I put my mouth to his spurting glans. I let his next three spurts run directly down my throat. That was even more disgusting. Especially the taste of his rancid gonorrhea concoction...

During this dirty little act, I watched my husband out of the corner of my eye. He was still trying to masturbate to get semen out of his balls. Not much was coming out. But he still managed to squeeze out a small amount of semen from his pink glans, frantically thrust his pelvis against my face, and squeezed the little bit of sperm into my mouth, where it mixed with Jacob's. Wow, I'd actually managed to get both guys into a shared, hot 'treat'. I found it incredibly arousing! My husband had certainly never known me to be so slutty and uninhibited. And neither had I ever known myself to be.

"That was really pretty awesome," my husband said, blushing slightly, and then suddenly held out his cupped hand to old Jacobs, holding his hanging, full balls. He even started to squeeze them gently...

"Moooaaahhhhhhhh..."Are you two perverted pigs?"yeeeeeees"I haven't seen anything like this in a long time," said the old codger, visibly exhausted.

And me?

After I had taken the combined mash of both men's flesh into my mouth and swallowed it, I stood directly facing them with my legs obscenely bent. I braced myself with one hand on my right thigh, and with my left hand I began wildly waving and fingering my vagina.

I wanted to masturbate in front of the two of them, so I looked down at myself and admired my semen-covered lower legs and sweet feet. Because of my arousal, it really only took maybe half a minute before I came hard.

"Aiiiiiiijaaaaaaaaaaaa... you perverted pigs, I'm coming!"

My senses faded with my orgasm; I fell to my knees amidst the disgustingly cold pool of semen beneath me.

I slowly returned to reality, gasping and panting pitifully.

The two horny pigs actually stood facing each other without a word, fondling each other's (again) semi-erect genitals. My husband seemed to take particular pleasure in playing with Jacobs's flabby foreskin, the fingers of his left hand wrapped around Jacobs's thick right scrotum. Jacobs, in turn, massaged my husband's fleshy penis shaft with long strokes. Pigs, indeed...

I didn't know what would happen. I just said...

"See you later...!" I turned around and disappeared upstairs in the elevator...

End

Yes, my dears. This vacation was absolutely amazing. I'll never forget this exciting time. Truly, I've never been as incredibly horny as I was during my nine months of pregnancy.

Unfortunately, I didn't have Lena and Nick's contact information. It somehow slipped my mind. But Lena later asked her grandpa about me. He had my husband's phone number. Anyway, she called me at Christmas. And I was absolutely thrilled...????That certainly wasn't the last contact with her...

My pregnancy has brought me some truly wonderful experiences. It's marvelous, I love being pregnant!

But if my husband is no longer able to get me pregnant (he says he's starting to feel too old for children, now that he sees how exhausting raising them is), who will inseminate me so I can get pregnant again?

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With love, your sexy Tanja????????