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This story is a novelization of a video by AwesomeKate – the most pregnant creme-pie
She laid her husband on the bed and looked at him for a second, his tight torso, the hair on it like a fuzzy darkening veil, the muscles beneath and their quiet strength; his erect penis laying back towards his pelvis, like a handbrake she couldn’t wait to grab and bring up and inside. She walked to him, the bed, raised her leg to get on it and looked down to her own figure: 36 weeks pregnant but a strong, tight, pyramidal shape of a woman. With a strong base and a voluptuous upper-body and child-bearing hips which would have made perfect illustration of the name in a dictionary. She was ready, she was horny, she held her large belly with one hand when she climbed on the bed.
She crawled over him and put a leg on either side of him, raised herself over his dick in a squat, warm flesh. She looked in his eyes and she saw there the expression which made her feel gooey inside. Her left hand she put backward and laid on the bed for stability, her right hand grabbed the shaft and raised it into alignment with her already wet pussy. It’s time to go home, she said, and the thought made her smile. She was looking at eye-level into nothing, for now all her attention had been diverted from her vision into the feel of the head slowly splitting apart her pussy lips.
The touch, not the penis, felt warm. Her labia and clitoris were invigorated by the effect of the pregnancy, so sensitive now, and in expectation they had warmed though there was no friction yet. Her hand went down the shaft but never let go of it. The softness of the skin and that indescribable contrast with the hardness within, like a furry mammal whose bone one could feel when petting. She looked down at the animal below and the hair and the pectoral muscles made her think of horse and ox. She lowered herself gently.
When she reached the base of the shaft, she took another second and looked at her husband’s face. He had filled and stretched her and closed his eyes in visible appreciation, and she felt him twitch inside of her. She arched her back and brought her shoulders backwards, where the angle made for easiest movement along the shaft and she rocked her hips back and forth. Her belly, the weight of it, made it hard for her to lift herself and “ride on” but her figure in that position was revealed in its maximum dimensions. Legs opened and hips stretched, her breasts raised and brought forward along with her pregnant body, her hair falling.
He grabbed her hips and tried to lift his pelvis upwards into her and did so a little. Her belly bounced causing some stress to her and she put her free hand to support it. This was hard but she felt beautiful, sublimed in this empowering position. She soon reached to her husband’s hands however and made them to support her belly. She was going to ride.
She put both her hands back, flat on the bed, and gave her best to raise herself up and down the organ inside her. It was strenuous if rewarding and she couldn’t hold that for long. But she heard him grunt a bit. The thought of the father of her child holding her baby belly in a reconstruction of inception was a darling thought. The pleasure was growing in her as the rhythm of the two bodies grinding into each other increased and soon she was no longer thinking. She was all body. She was a mare more fitting of rutting than riding.
She leaned forward and now placed her hands on her husband’s chest. He was warm to the touch and her arms on him now pressed her large boobs together, nipples pointing forward. She rocked herself forward and back on his pelvis grinding her clitoris into it and feeling electric each time.
But soon the position became untenable. The very pregnant woman cannot ride top for long. She instructed her husband to do her from behind and crawled on all fours in front of him, gently resting her breasts and belly on the bed and supporting herself on her elbows. She bit her lip as he penetrated her. He pushed himself to the deep of her. Her belly and breasts rubbed gently on the bedspread with every pump. At one point she raised her torso and her boobs hanged down and bounced back lightly but she soon lowered herself again. It was too hard to compensate for the inertia of her figure in that position.
She looked forward but her mind really saw static. “Please give me all of your cum,” she started begging him. She knew he’d respond to that and he started the kind of pumping directed to his pleasure rather than hers. It was alright. It was the cue. She knew his needs and she cared for them. He’d bred her and she was his and it was fair and good that he should release again inside her. Fast. She encouraged him on: “Please come inside. I want to feel all your cum, I want to feel so much. It makes me so happy.” That last one might have done the trick, as he soon gave her three long thrusts, grunting loudly each time and she felt three lumps of cum fill up her vagina and each time the dick inside twitched and stretched her.
“I can feel it pulsing.” 😀