I was halfway home when I saw her standing on the street with her thumb out. The closer I got, the slower I drove. She was tall, about five feet nine, with medium length brown hair falling loosely about her shoulders. Her eyes were deep black. She was wearing a short skirt, a cutoff white t-shirt, and barefoot. Barefoot and pregnant, I thought. She was very, very pregnant, indeed. Her navel was ******* between the waistband of her skirt and the hem of her t-shirt. Her stomach was huge, with a foot of skin showing between the t-shirt and skirt. She had one tiny hand folded protectively against her, as if helping to hold her stomach up. I like pregnant women. Women who are expecting are the sexiest and most beautiful women in the world. Women at their most womanly—and she was as pregnant as any woman I’d ever seen. She stood there watching me drive toward her, one foot curled on top of the other, hips and shoulders cocked back to balance her enormous protruding belly.
I only looked at her stomach for a moment, though, before forgetting it entirely. Her tits were incredible. She wore no bra, and her teats swung loosely beneath her t-shirt as she moved towards my car. They were the size and shape of footballs, long, fat, and pointed. Her fist-sized aureolae were clearly visible through the threadbare cotton—big dark puffs with long, baby-bottle nipples. The hem of the t-shirt dangled barely two inches below those fat faucets of hers, and almost a foot from the slope of her big belly.
I pictured what I would see if I was lying on the ground looking up under that t-shirt; two enormous globes, brown, full and bare to the nipples, resting on her swollen middle.
By the time I stopped beside her, my dick was harder than steel. She looked in the window, and said,
“Hi, mister—can I have a ride?” Her voice was sweet and childlike.
“Sure,” I said, trying to sound cool and calm. “Hop in.”
She did just that, and I almost came in my pants. Her tits flopped and waggled, wildly as she yanked open the door and hopped in, landing on the seat hard enough to bounce twice.
She held her belly with both hands, and her huge jugs bounced upward high enough to give me a split second glimpse of their swollen lower curves. She turned and shyly smiled at me, while her tits were still bouncing, and wobbling.
I realized then why her dark nipples were so clearly visible. The t-shirt material at the tips of her tits were wet; it clung to her big knobs as if painted on, plastered stickily to her fat nips, clinging tight enough to let me examine the swollen veins that raced to her tight nipples, which stuck out from those big puffs like vienna sausages.
My mouth was literally watering. Her teats were so full, she was leaking milk. I realized I was staring, and quickly turned my gaze downward. It didn’t help. Her long legs were perfect, with big meaty thighs, and curvy calves, and she had the prettiest little bare feet I’d ever seen. She was wearing a slim gold ankle bracelet, something I’ve always found to be unbearably sexy, and she wore no toenail polish, which I also like. She wiggled her toes, as if she knew I was staring at her bare feet.
“My name’s Pamela—what’s yours?”
I was lost in those brown eyes, as soon as I looked at her.
“Uhh… Ralph,” I stuttered. My mouth was dry.
Did I mention her face? Plump, baby cheeks, and sweetly vulnerable, dimple on her chin, with big fat sensuous looking lips, and tiny turned up nose. She smiled.
“Thanks for stopping,” she said.
“How far do you want to go?” I asked. It was a question with obvious double meaning.
“As far as you’re going, Ralph,” She answered, with a sensuous smile.
“I really haven’t decided where I’m headed. I don’t suppose you know a place where I could stay for a day or two?”
I grinned. “I think that could be arranged.”
I glanced at her huge wet tipped tits. She looked down at her chest and gasped.
“Ooohh—I’ve soaked my shirt with milk!”
“It’s all right.”
“Oohh—but it’s so gross!”
“It’s ok—honest. Don’t worry about it,” I insisted.
“I think it’s kinda sexy to tell you the truth. Sexy and intimate.”
She slid over into my arms and hugged me hard. I felt her wet tits splat against me as She struggled to maneuver her big belly out of the way to hug me closer.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear a man say that,” she whispered into my chest. “I… well—I like giving milk. It makes me feel so very much female—also, very sexual.”
I put the car into gear, and drove down the road with Pamela by my side, the warm sweet smell of her milk surrounding us. Her big bare belly was so tempting that I couldn’t help stroking her taut brown skin gently, moving my hand in a circle round and round her outthrust navel.
She murmured with pleasure and pulled the hem of her t-shirt back just a bit to ****** more of herself to my moving hand, and even stuck out her belly a little further for me.
“I like that,” she said, softly.
A drop of milk from her right teat dribbled onto the back of my hand as I petted her distended belly. I left it there. Pamela snuggled on to my shoulder and I petted her big pregnant belly all the way to the house. When we pulled up into the yard, she sat up with a start.
”Ohh, it’s so lovely!” she said.
She opened the door and was out of the car in seconds. My dog ran up to her, barking, and she squatted to pet him, and play with his ears.
I felt weak standing behind her watching. Her tits were so enormous, I could see both of them. She had to squat with her thighs splayed wide to make room for her belly, and her plump deep split ass cheeks seemed about to burst from under her skirt. The sides of her huge milkers peeked out from beneath the hem of her t-shirt as she bent forward, her breast flesh sliding out to either side beneath her arms.
She stood by putting her hands on the ground, and straightening her legs before standing upright. For a few seconds, she was standing with her legs straight, bent over at the waist, with her palms flat on the grass. Her huge belly hung down beneath her widespread legs and her huge dangling breasts swung loose and bare beyond it. Her two-inch teats almost touched the grass, waggling wildly at the tips of her big blue-veined aureoles as she struggled to straighten up.
We went into the house, and she proceeded to make herself at home, hanging out with me in the kitchen as I prepared a light snack for us. I continued to sneak quick peeks at her enormously large breasts. Finally, she caught me looking, and shyly turned away from my gaze. I stopped making the sandwiches, and moved to her, folding my arms about her from behind.
“Pamela, I don’t want you to think that I brought you here to take advantage of you.” I said. “If you don’t feel comfortable here, I can take you anywhere you want to go.”
“Oh, no, it’s not that,” she said, sincerely. “I really like being here—it’s just that, well… I’m very attracted to you, and I don’t want you to think I’m being coy with you. And you don’t have to worry—I’m a 22 year-old woman who just loves a strong black man, Ralph.”
As she talked, her ass snuggled against my pelvis, as if trying to tell me what she really needed to feel. I returned the pressure, and my eight-inch cock jumped straight out, rock hard and ready for love. Pam grabbed my arms, and held herself closely against me, allowing me to grind my cock hard against her ass cheeks. the only thing that kept me from impaling myself into her was my pants and her cutoff jeans.
“Don’t, not yet.” she hissed.
“Let that be dessert—I’ve got something for you to satisfy us for right now.”
With that, she pulled away from me and went to her knees, bringing her mouth in line with my bone hard dick. Pam unzipped my pants and pulled out my meat, gazing at it with obvious lust and desire.
She pulled it into her mouth and began to attack it with the need of a woman who has not been satisfied in some time, and is afraid to let this big one get away. Pam licked and sucked my cock, then licked underneath it to my balls and beyond. As I moaned with lust and thrust my dick hard into her mouth, Pam reached behind me and pulled my ass cheeks into her, obviously dedicated to taking all of me into her throat. Finally, I couldn’t hold out any longer, and the seed of my cum erupted in Pamela’s mouth and swam down her throat. Pamela took all of it, and finally pulled away, dabbing with her tongue at the little bit of cum that had escaped her ravenous mouth.
“That was great, Ralph!” she exclaimed. “But, I hope you kept some for later. I just love dessert, especially if it’s as great as what I’ve just eaten.”
“We’ll see,” I said, wondering what additional treats I was in for with this beautiful, young woman. I was about to find out.
Pamela later snuggled up against my side as we watched TV.
”I’m really attracted to you Ralph,” she repeated softly, during a commercial.
”Do you really like pregnant women?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said sincerely. She smiled and leaned her soft cheek against my shoulder as I stroked her belly.
“Then I’m going to tell you my most secret fantasy, something I’ve never ever told to anyone else.”
”I grew up on a dairy farm, and I spent a lot of time around cows. They were always treated so special because of the product they provided. The barns where they stayed were immaculate and fresh looking. The food they got was the best, and the care they received was constant and loving. What I loved most about them was the fact that they were such nurturing animals, giving their milk continuously. I guess I was a little jealous of them.”
I only looked at her stomach for a moment, though, before forgetting it entirely. Her tits were incredible. She wore no bra, and her teats swung loosely beneath her t-shirt as she moved towards my car. They were the size and shape of footballs, long, fat, and pointed. Her fist-sized aureolae were clearly visible through the threadbare cotton—big dark puffs with long, baby-bottle nipples. The hem of the t-shirt dangled barely two inches below those fat faucets of hers, and almost a foot from the slope of her big belly.
I pictured what I would see if I was lying on the ground looking up under that t-shirt; two enormous globes, brown, full and bare to the nipples, resting on her swollen middle.
By the time I stopped beside her, my dick was harder than steel. She looked in the window, and said,
“Hi, mister—can I have a ride?” Her voice was sweet and childlike.
“Sure,” I said, trying to sound cool and calm. “Hop in.”
She did just that, and I almost came in my pants. Her tits flopped and waggled, wildly as she yanked open the door and hopped in, landing on the seat hard enough to bounce twice.
She held her belly with both hands, and her huge jugs bounced upward high enough to give me a split second glimpse of their swollen lower curves. She turned and shyly smiled at me, while her tits were still bouncing, and wobbling.
I realized then why her dark nipples were so clearly visible. The t-shirt material at the tips of her tits were wet; it clung to her big knobs as if painted on, plastered stickily to her fat nips, clinging tight enough to let me examine the swollen veins that raced to her tight nipples, which stuck out from those big puffs like vienna sausages.
My mouth was literally watering. Her teats were so full, she was leaking milk. I realized I was staring, and quickly turned my gaze downward. It didn’t help. Her long legs were perfect, with big meaty thighs, and curvy calves, and she had the prettiest little bare feet I’d ever seen. She was wearing a slim gold ankle bracelet, something I’ve always found to be unbearably sexy, and she wore no toenail polish, which I also like. She wiggled her toes, as if she knew I was staring at her bare feet.
“My name’s Pamela—what’s yours?”
I was lost in those brown eyes, as soon as I looked at her.
“Uhh… Ralph,” I stuttered. My mouth was dry.
Did I mention her face? Plump, baby cheeks, and sweetly vulnerable, dimple on her chin, with big fat sensuous looking lips, and tiny turned up nose. She smiled.
“Thanks for stopping,” she said.
“How far do you want to go?” I asked. It was a question with obvious double meaning.
“As far as you’re going, Ralph,” She answered, with a sensuous smile.
“I really haven’t decided where I’m headed. I don’t suppose you know a place where I could stay for a day or two?”
I grinned. “I think that could be arranged.”
I glanced at her huge wet tipped tits. She looked down at her chest and gasped.
“Ooohh—I’ve soaked my shirt with milk!”
“It’s all right.”
“Oohh—but it’s so gross!”
“It’s ok—honest. Don’t worry about it,” I insisted.
“I think it’s kinda sexy to tell you the truth. Sexy and intimate.”
She slid over into my arms and hugged me hard. I felt her wet tits splat against me as She struggled to maneuver her big belly out of the way to hug me closer.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear a man say that,” she whispered into my chest. “I… well—I like giving milk. It makes me feel so very much female—also, very sexual.”
I put the car into gear, and drove down the road with Pamela by my side, the warm sweet smell of her milk surrounding us. Her big bare belly was so tempting that I couldn’t help stroking her taut brown skin gently, moving my hand in a circle round and round her outthrust navel.
She murmured with pleasure and pulled the hem of her t-shirt back just a bit to ****** more of herself to my moving hand, and even stuck out her belly a little further for me.
“I like that,” she said, softly.
A drop of milk from her right teat dribbled onto the back of my hand as I petted her distended belly. I left it there. Pamela snuggled on to my shoulder and I petted her big pregnant belly all the way to the house. When we pulled up into the yard, she sat up with a start.
”Ohh, it’s so lovely!” she said.
She opened the door and was out of the car in seconds. My dog ran up to her, barking, and she squatted to pet him, and play with his ears.
I felt weak standing behind her watching. Her tits were so enormous, I could see both of them. She had to squat with her thighs splayed wide to make room for her belly, and her plump deep split ass cheeks seemed about to burst from under her skirt. The sides of her huge milkers peeked out from beneath the hem of her t-shirt as she bent forward, her breast flesh sliding out to either side beneath her arms.
She stood by putting her hands on the ground, and straightening her legs before standing upright. For a few seconds, she was standing with her legs straight, bent over at the waist, with her palms flat on the grass. Her huge belly hung down beneath her widespread legs and her huge dangling breasts swung loose and bare beyond it. Her two-inch teats almost touched the grass, waggling wildly at the tips of her big blue-veined aureoles as she struggled to straighten up.
We went into the house, and she proceeded to make herself at home, hanging out with me in the kitchen as I prepared a light snack for us. I continued to sneak quick peeks at her enormously large breasts. Finally, she caught me looking, and shyly turned away from my gaze. I stopped making the sandwiches, and moved to her, folding my arms about her from behind.
“Pamela, I don’t want you to think that I brought you here to take advantage of you.” I said. “If you don’t feel comfortable here, I can take you anywhere you want to go.”
“Oh, no, it’s not that,” she said, sincerely. “I really like being here—it’s just that, well… I’m very attracted to you, and I don’t want you to think I’m being coy with you. And you don’t have to worry—I’m a 22 year-old woman who just loves a strong black man, Ralph.”
As she talked, her ass snuggled against my pelvis, as if trying to tell me what she really needed to feel. I returned the pressure, and my eight-inch cock jumped straight out, rock hard and ready for love. Pam grabbed my arms, and held herself closely against me, allowing me to grind my cock hard against her ass cheeks. the only thing that kept me from impaling myself into her was my pants and her cutoff jeans.
“Don’t, not yet.” she hissed.
“Let that be dessert—I’ve got something for you to satisfy us for right now.”
With that, she pulled away from me and went to her knees, bringing her mouth in line with my bone hard dick. Pam unzipped my pants and pulled out my meat, gazing at it with obvious lust and desire.
She pulled it into her mouth and began to attack it with the need of a woman who has not been satisfied in some time, and is afraid to let this big one get away. Pam licked and sucked my cock, then licked underneath it to my balls and beyond. As I moaned with lust and thrust my dick hard into her mouth, Pam reached behind me and pulled my ass cheeks into her, obviously dedicated to taking all of me into her throat. Finally, I couldn’t hold out any longer, and the seed of my cum erupted in Pamela’s mouth and swam down her throat. Pamela took all of it, and finally pulled away, dabbing with her tongue at the little bit of cum that had escaped her ravenous mouth.
“That was great, Ralph!” she exclaimed. “But, I hope you kept some for later. I just love dessert, especially if it’s as great as what I’ve just eaten.”
“We’ll see,” I said, wondering what additional treats I was in for with this beautiful, young woman. I was about to find out.
Pamela later snuggled up against my side as we watched TV.
”I’m really attracted to you Ralph,” she repeated softly, during a commercial.
”Do you really like pregnant women?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said sincerely. She smiled and leaned her soft cheek against my shoulder as I stroked her belly.
“Then I’m going to tell you my most secret fantasy, something I’ve never ever told to anyone else.”
”I grew up on a dairy farm, and I spent a lot of time around cows. They were always treated so special because of the product they provided. The barns where they stayed were immaculate and fresh looking. The food they got was the best, and the care they received was constant and loving. What I loved most about them was the fact that they were such nurturing animals, giving their milk continuously. I guess I was a little jealous of them.”
