Pregnant Poppy's Panties

I moved into my new house in September and spent the first four months getting to know the area well. Walking the dog helped me to take in all the little estates and parks in the locale.

Just after Christmas, the house 3 doors down from me went up for sale, and a few months later it was exchanged by the looks of it and one sunny morning in late May, when I was walking the dog, I noticed the new owners moving in. Looked like a young couple with a small child, 2 or 3 years old maybe, from my initial observations.

I was single in my very early 50s, in a constant state of arousal and coveting my next erotic inspiration to obsess over for a few months before moving on to the next.

I hated being tied down; I had lived with someone once for a year or so over two decades ago, but it felt suffocating, and I had to get out for the sake of both of us.

As the weeks went by, occasionally, as I walked past the new neighbour's house on my dog walk, it would coincide with one of them coming out to the car, returning home with shopping, doing some gardening in the small front lawn or sometimes me just catching a glimpse of one of them through the front window, which was close to the street.

I very slowly started making eye contact with the woman if I saw her. She must have been in her late twenties or early thirties, with short blonde hair, a really generous chest, and a stunning full figure. By no means overweight, but full, thick and healthy. She had lovely tanned skin, often wearing a shirt or top that exposed her arms, revealing about three tattoos on her upper arm and one on her wrist.

As my opportunities to observe her increased as the weeks went by, I would occasionally use her as that day's jerk-off material. The image of her in a pair of black leggings that I saw her in one morning, showing off her heavy pump arse as she bent over to secure her child in the car, made me cum so hard and strong in my bed after I had returned home that I decided to try and get to know her a little better.

The next time I saw her, I was walking my dog past her house as she was approaching the other way with her little one in a pushchair. I slowed my walk down a little and smiled at her as we both crossed paths.

"Hi," I said to her innocently.

"Hi there," she replied and smiled, making eye contact as we passed each other.

I could smell a fresh, fruity scent as she breezed past that was intoxicating. Normally I wouldn't dare, but I felt brave and was so entranced that I turned to feast on her behind in the tight jeans that she was wearing. She had a wide, huge jiggle as she walked, but it looked like her cheeks were really firm and athletic.

Unfortunately, I got busted a moment after I turned; she also turned her head to look back at me, and we caught each other's glances. She smiled at me as she carried on walking down her drive.

I had about seven or eight different dog-walking routes in my routine that I varied up each time, but for the next week or so, every time I ventured out I took the route that would go past her house, hoping for another encounter.

Eventually it happened, and she was fiddling with the child seat in her car as I walked past with the dog.

I smiled again as I approached as she looked up and over to me. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, and it looked like she had just returned from a session at the gym.

"Hey," she called out as I got within spitting distance of her driveway.

"Hi," I replied. I didn't want to miss this chance, so I stopped for the first time. "I'm Chris," I told her.

"Hi, I'm Poppy."

"Good to meet you. I should have said hello before. How are you guys settling in? Feels like it's been a while now?" I mused.

"Yeah, not too bad. God, it's been 4 months now; it seems like it's been 5 minutes."

She was absolutely beautiful. Not tiny, about 5'7'' I would guess now I was next to her. She reminded me of a young Sharon Stone.

"Have you moved from far away?" I continued.

"Not really. Just across town. We were in a little apartment, but this one needed a bit more space," she replied, indicating towards the child seat she was fixing into her car. "Plus there is another one on the way," she sighed with a smile.

"Oh, wow," I said. "Congratulations!"

"Thanks. Wasn't really the plan, but life happens, I guess. My husband Steve took a job just before we moved that is going to send him overseas for about 4 months of each year too, but that nursery down the road is great."

I wondered how far along she was as I couldn't see any signs of a bump yet.

"It does," I agreed. "I'm just round the corner at number 5. If you ever need anything, just come and ask."

"Thanks, errr.. Chris, right?"

"Yeah. And this is Bobby," I said, motioning to my dog, who was staring as hard at her as I would have liked to. "See you again."

She smiled at me again as I walked away with the new knowledge that a pregnant wife and semi-absent husband were living a stone's throw from my doorstep.

There were another couple of times when our eyes had locked from across the road or through her front window as I went past and we smiled at each other, but I didn't see her again properly for another couple of months.

It was a Saturday and usually started a little later after I had walked Bobby. By the time I had settled him for the morning, showered and had my coffee, it was around 10.45 a. m.

My doorbell rang, and the dog went nuts as usual. I locked him in the living room and went to open my front door.

Poppy was at the front door. Her hair was loose but matted down, damped by sweat from the gym, it seemed, as she was wearing a large lycra T-shirt over what looked like somewhere in the region of a six-month baby bump and black leggings that ended just below her knees and a pair of AirMax on her feet.

"Hi," I said.

"OK," she started. "I'm going to sound like a lunatic."

"Ok," I laughed. "You ok?"

"My garage door is stuck open. I've got to get Jack, erm, my son, off to a birthday party. Do you mind having a look at it to try and fix it? I'm sure I'm just being dumb, and it's something simple. Steve is away working and not back for another week."

"Er, sure," I replied, a little surprised but immediately intrigued to spend a few moments with this pregnant beauty in front of me.

"God, thanks. I'm so stupid."

"Don't worry," I laughed. "Come on, let's go."

I locked my door and followed her a few steps to her house, utterly transfixed by her legging-clad backside, wiggling furiously from side to side in front of me.

"I've just been working out in the home gym, went to empty the car of a couple of boxes into the garage before getting changed, and then I just couldn't close it."

We landed outside her garage, which looked like a workshop and extra room for the house rather than a normal garage full of junk. I could see why she didn't want to leave it unattended.

I tried the door but couldn't shift it. After inspection, it seemed one of the side runners had come loose.

"Have you got any tools?" I asked.

"In that chest," she pointed across the garage.

"Why don't you go and get changed and let me try and sort this?" I said to her.

"God, Chris, are you sure?"

"Sure."

"Thanks, I need to get Jack from his playroom too."

She walked into her house through a door at the back of the garage. And I went looking for a spanner or screwdriver.

She appeared after five minutes as I was struggling with a bent runner on the up-and-over door. She had changed into a flowery short maternity dress, low on the bust, showing off her heaving cleavage that was kept up with two little straps over her shoulders. She had on a pair of open-toe, ankle-tied espadrilles.

Blood started rushing into my dick.

"Any luck?" she asked. "Jack, this is Chris. He is trying to fix our door," she said to her son, holding her hand.

"I think I'm making progress. Why don't you take him to the party, and I will hopefully have this fixed before you get back?"

"I'm coming straight back. Jack's friend's mum is going to keep an eye on him for a couple of hours at the party. I'll just be twenty minutes. Is that ok? God, I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry. Just go."

"Thanks so much," she said, and squeezed my arm as she went past into the car with her son.

After she left, it took me another ten minutes of struggle with the fucking garage door, but finally I managed to bend the runner back in place and get it shut.

I couldn't resist having a look around while she was gone. Inside the garage, I tried the interior door to the house, and she had left it open, so I eagerly went inside knowing I had a good 10 minutes before she said she would be back.

I headed straight upstairs as I wanted to snoop around her bedroom.

I found it pretty easily. Bed unmade, clothes all over the floor; it was a bit of a tip to be honest. I looked over her dresser where her make-up was all laid out. There was some YSL Libre Berry Crush perfume that I took a sniff of, which increased the stiffness of my cock that was already straining to be unleashed from inside my jeans.

I wandered into her en-suite and saw the gym clothes she had been wearing thrown onto the floor, along with what looked like a pair of knickers.

My heart skipped a beat, and I leant down to pick them up. A little black pair of pregnancy under-the-belly lycra panties, which, to my excitement, felt damp to the touch.

I lifted them to my face and breathed deeply. Every cell of my being felt stimulated and fully conscious. I pictured Poppy's face and felt immediately connected to her as I inhaled, almost like I had known her for years.

She smelt alive, vibrant and fertile. The moistness was a combination of her sweat from her workout and fluid from between her legs, I suspected, but her scent tingled through my body as I cock filled with blood and lust.

I lowered my zipper and unbuttoned my jeans as I kept her underwear over my nose, slowly poking my tongue between my lips to taste her tangy residue.

I pulled my solid meat through my boxers and squeezed hard as I took another breath through my nose.

I pictured her getting impregnated. Her legs spread wide, accepting her husband's dominant seed.

I tugged forcefully on my prick, circling my fist around the head with each pull. I was going to shoot my load all over this bathroom before much longer, barely lasting 2 minutes as her smell flooded my veins. I pushed my boxers and jeans down to my knees.

"God, Poppy," I cried out to myself, pumping my dick hard as I leaned against her washbasin for support.

The last few weeks I'd jerked myself so many times thinking about her large tits, her full, strong ass and how many times she and her husband fucked in their new house. I'd imagined many scenarios of us getting together in this house, sometimes welcomingly, sometimes reluctantly and cumming over her sexy large belly that was growing her second child as I pinned her down in lust.

I dropped her panties down to the hand I was jerking with and wrapped them around my dick as my balls boiled over.

"Ah, fuck," I cried and started shooting thick ropes of cum across her bathroom floor and into her moist underwear.

I grabbed the basin with one hand as my other started slowing its movement over my angry cock.

I was breathing hard as I looked at myself in the mirror, sweat on my brow. I dropped her panties back to the floor and soothed my cock by pulling on it gently as it softened.

"Hi," said a voice from behind me.

I turned around to see Poppy standing in the bedroom watching me through the doorway.

I'm not sure there was anything mitigating I could say at that point. She just stood there looking at me inquisitively. She looked incredible in her little flowery dress that stopped above her knees. Taking it in more fully now, I could tell it actually opened across the front like a coat and was tied together at the waist with a belt that looked part of the outfit.

"I fixed the garage door," I blurted out.

"Thanks," she replied and started walking towards me with my cock still half flaccid in front of me with my fly open.

When she reached me, she fell to her knees in front of me and grabbed my waist with both hands. She manoeuvred her neck under my waist, then opened her mouth and swallowed my meaty dick in one gulp about three-quarters of the way down.

I exhaled hard as she steadied herself and took the final couple of my seven inches straight to the back of her throat and closed her lips around the root of my cock, softly crushing my pubic hair between us.

We stayed in place for a few seconds like this as I came back to hardness in her mouth. I placed a hand on her head as I contemplated the pleasure she was giving me as I thought about the remnants of my last ejaculate that must have been clinging to my pulsing head as it scraped her throat.

I looked down at her as she looked up with her eyes to meet mine, and I became overcome with lust and gripped the back of her head, pressing her harder into my groin. I couldn't help myself; I started thrusting hard almost without withdrawing from her jaws.

"Oh, fuck," I cried out in ecstasy. "Fuck yes. Oh God, Poppy. Fuck."

She clutched my bare ass cheeks as I fucked her face as hard as I could. I could feel her nails digging into my skin like knives, and I rolled my eyes back into my head at the painful joy it caused as my hips pounded against her face.

I tightened my fist in her hair and pulled her off my cock a little before thrusting back into her mouth, trying to scrape the tip of her oesophagus as she started making the intoxicating sounds of gagging and choking on my weapon.

She moved her hands under my T-shirt and started pawing my stomach as I assaulted her mouth with glee.

"Fucking take it. Fuck. That's so good. I've wanted this fucking throat for weeks, you sexy bitch. Choke on my meat, Poppy. Fuck yeah."

As I penetrated the back of her throat with force, over and over, saliva was pouring from the sides of her mouth and down my thighs. I had both hands on either side of her head now with two fistfuls of hair in each, pulling her ferociously down to my root and soaked pubic hair.

"That's it, baby," I cooed as I gave her a brief respite and pulled out to rest my tip on the end of her tongue as she gasped for lungfuls of air.

I stroked her cheek gently with a thumb, marvelling at the beautiful face on this submissive young MILF on her knees in front of me.

"Fuck," she exhaled as I slapped my wood on her tongue.

"Slap my cock, baby," I told her as a rope of her drool hung between her lips and my piss hole.

Without hesitation, she swung her arm to the side and then across her front, hitting my invader hard, making it wobble in front of her face.

"Harder," I instructed, wanting to feel more painful bliss on my cock.

She took another swipe, harder this time, stinging my fat pole and making it slap back against her cheek.

"Argh..." I sighed out loud.

Then she did it again without instruction, with yet more force, after which I took my hand and slapped her hard across the face, making her gasp in surprise..

"Fuck yes," she cried and then threw herself back down on my dick all the way as I grabbed the back of her neck and started pounding violently again.

"Fuck yes. My God, fuck," I cried as I continued pumping in and out another ten times.

I pulled her off me and took a step back as I beat her face again with my palm.

"Oh fuck," she gasped, trying to catch her breath again

I turned around and bent over the sink. "Eat my ass, you dirty bitch," I said.

She leaned in to me and spread my ass cheeks wide open as I felt her breath on my pucker. I felt her spit onto my ring as she took hold of my cock in her left hand and tugged hard. She spat again, and then I felt her fleshy tongue tip tentatively circle my anus as her right hand kept my right cheek spread, giving her access.

She started flicking her tongue all over my rosebud as my breathing got heavier and I bent further over the sink while helping to spread my left buttock with my left hand.

"Fuck yeah, baby," I cooed. "Fuck my ass with that tongue. Get it nice and wet. Get your mouth all over there."

"You like that do you?" she asked. "You want my tongue all the way up your ass?"

"Fucking do it. I know you want to."

She spat once again, and I felt the tip of her tongue pierce my clenched muscle. I was no stranger to this, so I fully relaxed myself and felt my asshole open to her, giving her full access to my rectum with her spongy flesh. I could feel her tickle my ring with her finger, and I moved back towards her, giving her permission to penetrate me with it.

She slid a finger of her right hand inside me, taking ownership of my channel as she kept flicking her tongue around my entrance.

"That's it, baby," I said as I felt her breath whisp its way inside my asshole. "You are going to be my little secret fuck toy. You're going to eat my dirty ass whenever I want."

She started moving her finger in and out of me, dragging my prostate into a rare state of joy.

"Whenever I walk past your house and see you, I'm going to remember the feeling of your tongue in my ass. I'm going to picture you struggling on my cock whenever I see that husband of yours out in the garden or working on his car."

"Fuck yeah," she purred into my shit hole.

Thankfully, the combination of my age and the fact I had already climaxed a little bit ago was helping me to last this time, even as she still tugged my cock hard with a finger in my ass.

She spat onto my balls, letting her spit hang from them as she replaced that finger with her full tongue as I now gaped wide open for her. Her tongue leapt around inside my bowels as I wriggled on front of her.

"God yes, baby," I cried and felt like I needed to urinate.

She let go of my cock and slapped my ass hard with her palm as I felt her nose crushing into my crack and her tongue bottomed out as far as she could go inside me, searching for my colon.

I started pissing in front of me into her basin and bathroom sideboard. I pulled away from her and spun around, spraying my piss all over her bathroom before landing my aim onto her face and hair.

"Oh, fuck yeah," I sighed in relief.

I sprayed her all over, soaking her flowery maternity dress, changing it's colour from light to dark blue.

She opened her jaws eagerly, and I finished my piss in her mouth and thrust my still solid pole back into the depth of her throat as the final drops dribbled out of me. I clenched her head tight to my groin, revelling in the pure joy of her throat and kink.

I gave a final few deep thrusts as she choked, and then I pulled away and leaned back against the basin, leaving her face at crouch height just in front of me, slick with spit and piss. I was ready to perv over that feminine and fertile stomach before me. I slapped her hard around the face again with force and lust.

"Take your dress off," I ordered.

She clambered off her knees and onto her feet, still wearing her high-heeled espadrilles. She looked sensational; soaked, breathless, pregnant and vibrant.

She started untying the belt around her waist so she could open the front of her dress.

"You can do whatever you want to me," she confessed. "Slap me around, use me however you want. Fuck me however you want. Just make sure you make me cum. I'm so fucking horny at the moment. I don't know what's happened. I didn't want anyone touching me the first time I was pregnant. This time, I'm on heat the whole time, and Steve won't fucking touch me like this. Just make me cum hard. I'll do whatever you want."

Her maternity wrap dress fell open, and she dropped it down off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She stood there in just a matching black Lycra bra and panties, like the ones I had devoured earlier. I could tell her large tits had a little sag that her bra was trying to obscure, and her nipples pushed against the material, creating small bumps on each cup.

I jerked my cock back and forth as I devoured her. She reached up and unhooked her front-clasped bra, letting her fat tanned tits drop free. They had a surprising amount of bounce in them and huge dark brown nipples.

I took a step towards her and grabbed her right breast hard, her big nipple in the middle of my palm. I squeezed hard.

"Ahhhh," she sighed.

"When was the last time you took some hard meat in that fertile cunt?" I asked.

"When he knocked me up," she answered as I dove in for an aggressive kiss and our tongues started fighting each other.

I ate her mouth with a passion while I mauled her damp tit and grabbed one of her buttocks.

Our hands were all over each other for the next few moments. I pressed myself into her six-month bump, my hard-on rubbing across her sexy belly while the fingers of my right hand found their way into the back of her panties, searching for her shit hole.

I broke the kiss and spat on her face as the tip of my finger broke through her anal muscle.

"Oh yeah," she sighed.

I took the finger from her ass and popped it into her mouth as she sucked hard. I pulled it away and slapped her face again before I went down to my knees in front of her and ran my tongue across her pregnant belly.

I grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled them down her thighs, revealing a full hairy, dirty blonde bush, matted down from her cunt juice, sweat and my piss from earlier.

I buried my nose in her wet pubes, having to turn my head sideways a little to navigate the obstruction of the growing baby inside of her. I stuck my tongue out to taste her mess as I breathed deeply.

"Fuck yeah," she cried out.

She smelt incredible; earthy, damp, sweaty. I moved her round and sat her down on the open toilet as I stood back up in front of her, my cock bobbing in front of her face again.

"Take a piss," I told her as I swiped her face again as she gasped in shock.

I jerked myself off in front of her while I waited, transfixed by her sensual growing belly as she sat on the toilet.

I reached down and grabbed one of her painful nipples hard, pulling and twisting as she breathed hard and gasped as I dropped some more spit down onto her forehead.

She started to piss from her pregnant cunt into the toilet bowl. I listened intently as I kept masturbating in front of her. She maintained eye contact with me and smiled as she relieved herself.

When she was finished, I pulled her up, kissed her hard again, rubbing her wet cunt and bush with the palm of my hand.

I dragged her back out into the bedroom and gently pushed her back onto the bed as she spread her legs submissively at the edge.

I knelt down on the floor and for the first time, I had a good look at her massive pussy lips that protruded from her labia seductively. I couldn't wait and grabbed her thighs and spread them as wide as I could. I gave each one a hard slap as she screamed in excitement.

"God, eat me, Chris. Please."

I ran a thumb across her dark lips that were full of blood and ready for my oral assault. I leant in and ran my tongue up the length of her slit, tasting the piss left on her skin and savouring the pungent, erotic flavour.

I settled in to enjoy her filthy hole and started by taking each of her pussy lips into my mouth and sucking hard while slowly scratching her inner thighs with my fingernails.

God, her scent made my cock ache with lust. Sweat, piss, her pregnant cunt goo; I don't think I had ever inhaled such an aphrodisiac. I gently moved my nose back and forth across her sodden pubes as the tip of my tongue started tickling her exposed clit.

As I looked up, all I could see was her bump, displaying the bountiful result of her last consummation as I held her thighs apart with my hands and she moaned with glee.

"Fuck, get your tongue in there," she sighed as her breathing became more shallow.

I caressed her bump gently with both hands as I started exploring her inner folds with the tip of my desperate tongue.

"Oh, yeah, baby," she whispered to herself.

I let my saliva run out from the sides of my mouth as I continued breathing in the erotic stench of her dirty bush.

I felt her fingers start to enter my hair as I continued to paw her belly sensually while increasing the force of my tongue around her hole. She pulled my head closer in between her legs and moved a hand from her belly so I could push two fingers into her sodden cunt.

"Fuck, yeah," she moaned as I turned my hand upside down and pushed my fingers in all the way to my knuckles, still running my tongue back and forth over her hard button.

I started scraping her insides with my fingers, intoxicating myself with the spongy feeling from inside her vagina.

"Keep going. Harder," she pleaded as I slipped a third finger inside her, thrusting inside and out. And then my little finger, as I could feel her stretching box around me.

"Do it, do it," she whimpered. "Keep going."

I now had four fingers hammering in and out of her as she cried out with each thrust while I continued licking and drooling over her clit.

"You're going to make me cum, Chris," she cried. "Oh, God."

I twisted my hand around inside her again and started scraping the back of her gooey channel.

"Fuck, yeah. Fuck, yeah. You fucking bastard."

I could feel her mess starting to dribble down my wrist

"Oh God, yeah. Here it comes, fucking finger me," she screamed.

I took her hard clit between my teeth carefully, bit down as softly as I could to tease her and simultaneously thrust my free thumb from the hand pounding her cunt straight into her clenched arsehole.

She screamed, and her cunt farted while she came furiously around my hand as I bit her clit.

"Fuuuuck. Arrgghhhh." She threw her head back hard into the bed behind her.

I kept hold of her clit with my teeth, and her heels kept kicking my back as she lost control of herself.

I gave her love button the relief she needed, and finally lifted my head from her genitals. My fingers still inside both her holes, with my hand and wrist covered in her thick white cunt goo.

"Oh, God,' she kept sighing in between breaths.

"Sexy whore," I exclaimed as I slowly withdrew from her messy boxes.

I rose to my feet between her legs, my painful erection almost vertical in front of me. I reached out with my messy hand and grabbed her right tit hard.

I squeezed and squeezed as hard as I could until her almost clear, fresh milk slowly oozed out from her big nipple. I took my shit-stained thumb and softly rubbed it across her wet pore.

"God, Chris," she exclaimed as I leaned over her. My cock rested on her bump.

I took my hand from her breast, stuck my dirty thumb into her mouth, and she sucked obediently while looking me straight in the eye.

"Such a dirty bitch," I told her, removing my hand and slapping her hard across the face again.

"Argh," she squealed and giggled.

I stood back up straight at the bottom of the bed between her splayed legs. We just stared at each other.

She took her hand and gave my stiff cock a hard slap from right to left.

"Argh, fuck," I cried out. My brain felt like I had just taken a shot of bourbon.

"Fuck that pregnant pussy," she cooed at me, smiling.

I grabbed her ankles and pulled her a bit further to the end of the bed till her cunt was just hanging over the side.

Her marital bed was nice and big, and I didn't even need to bend my legs much to put myself at the right angle. I stepped forward, holding the root of my cock and lined the red, swollen head up with her big messy lips.

She closed her eyes as I thrust forward slowly; in one movement, sliding all the way inside of her to my root and holding myself there, motionless, as she breathed in deeply.

My right hand swung out in front of her and slapped her big left tit with a smack. Her nipples were both full, engorged and looked chewy. I laid forward over her baby bump and took the left one I had just beaten into my mouth aggressively. Taking her solid nipple between my teeth, I pulled my head back and bit down nice and hard, making her scream.

"Argh, God, that's good," she screamed. 'Fucking bite those nipples." I squeezed her fat tit with my hand hard and felt her fluid dribble out into my mouth as my teeth kept a hold on her sensitive nub.

All the time, I stayed fully inside of her as I nursed on her chest. Alternating biting down and sucking softly while my hand kept massaging the full meat of her breast.

After enjoying a couple of small mouthfuls of her beautiful milk, I took another and detached myself from her flesh. Leaning up, I dribbled it out from my mouth over her face as she stared at me.

"Fuck me, Chris," she instructed.

I raised myself back up and slowly withdrew from her cunt until only my head was inside, and then started thrusting in and out, firmly and rhythmically but tenderly. I stroked her big stomach as I enjoyed her squishy hole pulsing around my shiny shaft.

"Yes, stretch it out, baby," she sighed. "Oh yes."

"Fuck, Poppy, that feels good," I remarked. "If only I could impregnate you again."

"Oh, you stretch that pussy good. Argh, argh. Your cock feels so good."

She held her own legs further back behind her knees.

"Oh yeah. Listen to that sexy cunt."

I maintained the same steady rhythm. White cream started foaming all over my burning cock and around her labia. I reached out and slapped her face again.

"Fuck yeah," she growled. "Do it again."

I hit her face again with more force, then followed up with another smack on both her tittles.

"You fucker, Chris. You like how that pussy feels around your cock?"

I increased the pace of my thrusting. The sounds of our wet groins slapping against each other filled her bedroom.

"Oh, fuck. Yeah," she moaned as her sexy jugs bounced all over her chest.

"I'll never forget the smell of this sexy cunt," I said. "The taste of that titty juice."

"Oh, yeah," she cried.

"The taste of your piss."

"Fuck, Chris. Your cock feels so fucking big inside me."

"Every time I see your husband. The smell of your dirty asshole is going to make me feel high."

My thrusting was fast and furious now as I felt my cum rising.

"I want to come over here and stick my tongue in your shit hole while he is in the house."

"Fuck yeah, baby."

I pulled out of her.

"Get on your side," I instructed as I tried to soothe my cock in my fist. She sat up, and I slapped her face hard as she moved onto her right side.

"Spread your fucking ass cheeks wide.' She did as she was told and gaped her tight starfish in front of me as I thrust two fingers deep inside it, jerking myself hard with my other hand.

I savoured the warm, meaty channel with my fingers.

"I'm going to fill this ass with my hot cum, you filthy whore."

"Do it," she agreed. "Fucking do it."

I thrust hard into her ass with my fingers and squeezed my cock up and down as if my life depended on it. I saw her reach down to rub her pussy while my anal assault continued.

"God, give me that cum," she cried.

I jerked myself harder and harder. I was mesmerised by the yawning sphincter in front of me while my fingers searched for unknown treasure inside her rectum.

"Oh, God," I sighed.

I pulled my fingers out and inserted them both into my mouth, thrilled by the taste of the slime from her abused back channel. It took me over the edge, and I pointed my cock head directly at her now gaped anal muscle as she continued to hold one cheek open while she rubbed her clit hard with the other.

I could feel the burning heat from her rectum on my piss hole, as three lazy ropes of brilliant white cum emerged from the head of my dick and slid perfectly inside of her hot, filthy channel.

"Argh, ha... argh ha," I cried out in painful bliss.

"Fuck yes, baby. Fill that greedy hole with your sweet cum," she cooed.

I sucked and sucked on my fingers, swallowing the delicious residue I had extracted from deep within her.

My legs buckled, and I fell to my knees behind her as she kept on soothing her clit and pussy with her fingers. With her big ass in front of me, I gave her a hard smack on each cheek and stuck my face into her crack.

The smell drove me wild, and I thrust my tongue into her back passage, piercing her now closed knot to sample the combined taste of both of us.

"Dirty boy," she said.

When I had finished, I pulled away and leaned back, admiring her exhausted, pregnant form on her side, slowly getting her breath back. I planned to make sure there would be more sessions in the short time left before she gave birth.

"You can take my panties as a souvenir if you like," she said to me.

"I will," I replied.