by Misty Vixen
Elizabeth looked at her for a moment, then looked startled, then blushed. “Oh, wow. I, um, I guess that should have been obvious. You two seem so comfortable getting naked around me…”
“No pressure,” Delilah replied.
“It’s not that I’m not interested, exactly, just...inexperienced? I’ve never actually been with another woman before...but I’d like to, if I’m being honest.”
“Well, you sure met the right women. Especially with regards to Delilah.”
“Why especially her and not me?” Megan asked.
“You aren’t exactly the most welcoming of individuals, love,” Delilah replied, saving me the trouble. Her initial jealously of Delilah had faded a lot, I think it had to do with her sort of conquering her in bed, something I had no doubt Delilah had meant to happen, so she tended to fight with our redheaded lover a lot less than with me.
“Whatever,” Megan replied, rolling her eyes.
“Am I wrong?” Delilah asked, walking up to her and cupping her bare breasts.
“I guess not,” Megan admitted, then she kissed Delilah while grabbing her ass.
“Wow, you three are...I feel like I’ve only ever seen relationships like this in porn,” Elizabeth murmured as she watched, looking almost mesmerized.
I knew how she felt. To someone who probably hadn’t seen much in the way of live performances of sex, this had to be something else. There was something much more powerful, much more visceral, about actually seeing two (or more) real, live people doing it in the flesh. Well, this was going to be quite the experience for her.
Elizabeth’s attention turned to me as I stripped. She sat down on the bed and watched me with hunger in her gaze. I had to admit, it was nice to be looked at like that. Especially by someone who was so attractive. I sensed some hesitation there, like she wasn’t sure if I would go for her, when it should have been obvious. I wondered if it was the pregnancy. I’d known women to suddenly get very self conscious about their looks while pregnant and after, and I could at least partially comprehend. Pregnancy must take a toll on you, physically, and it seemed like the women underwent such rapid changes that it must be kind of freaky.
Shit, if my body suddenly started changing shape and flooding hormones over the course of a few months, it’d freak me out too.
But I wondered if there was more to it than that. I knew it was almost never simple. Sure, some women knew they were hot and owned it, for better or for worse. But I’d seen absolutely gorgeous women insist they were ugly or, at best, plain. I’d seen skinny women insist they were overweight. And that was just brutally miserable to watch, because I imagined it was so much worse to live. Society did a lot of damage.
Or somtimes just one person in our lives.
I shook off the unhappy thoughts and finished getting naked. I didn’t know much about her, but I had a good impression of Elizabeth. Maybe that was just my dick talking, but I thought she deserved to just have a night of fun. No worries, no anxieties, no concerns. Just fun. And what was more fun than having great, risk-free, (or as close as you were going to get to it), sex with an attractive stranger? I began washing up.
“Wow, you are something to look at,” she murmured.
I just shrugged and kept washing.
“You’re awfully shy for someone so big and take charge...how old are you?” she asked.
“Twenty five,” I replied.
“Really? Wow, I thought you were older. Shit, I thought you might even be older than me. And for the record, I’m thirty two. I guess it doesn’t really matter.” She paused and looked down at herself, then looked like she was going to say something else, seemed to think better of it, and instead opted to silently watch me finishing up.
Yeah, it definitely felt nice to be looked at like that by someone who looked like her.
I noticed her eyes stray several times to my left, where Megan and Delilah stood. They had pulled the other mattress into the room while I was downstairs finishing up, and now they were laying down on it, nude and clean and beautiful, embracing, kissing, caressing. Megan let out a moan as Delilah’s hand found its way in between her thighs.
“Wow,” Elizabeth whispered. “I’ve never, um, actually watched anyone have sex before.”
“It’s wild, isn’t it?” I asked.
“Yes. It really is. Wow.”
I finished up and sat down on the bed beside her. She looked at me for a long moment, then took my hand and guided me towards the middle of the bed. We took a moment to carefully arrange ourselves, lying side-by-side, facing each other. She stared at me intently for a moment, then reached out and ran a hand across my face. My beard was definitely coming in. I hadn’t shaved in about two weeks at this point, and it was starting to bug me. Her touch was warm and gentle. She smiled, and I could read the nervousness in her face, her body language. This was going to have to proceed at the pace she set.
After another moment, she leaned in, hesitated once, then put her lips to mine. There was a wonderful moment of elation that came from kissing a new woman, an attractive new woman, and I deepened the kiss slightly. She moaned, a small sound that seemed to startle her, like she hadn’t meant to, so that had to be a good sign.
I gently cupped one of her big breasts in my grasp and I made a similar sound. Fuck, did she have some great tits.
We moved slowly. I got the feeling part of it was because she was anxious about being with a new person for the first time in twelve years, part of it was out of a desire for enjoyment. I was making sure to be careful. For a number of reasons, but also because it was obvious that she was making herself very vulnerable here, and I didn’t want her to feel like that had been a bad decision. I wanted her to come away from this encounter feeling great.
She slowly deepened the kiss as we made out, and eventually her tongue worked its way into my mouth, and as I wrapped and twisted mine with her own, I got to enjoy her unique, natural taste. I continued groping her breasts, massaging them gently as we made out, and then slid my hand down. I meant to go to her hip, but damn if my hand didn’t slide to her belly instead. I felt her shift, almost jump, and I broke the kiss.
“Sorry,” I murmured, raising my hand.
“No,” she said, taking my hand and gently laying it back across her stomach. “No, it’s okay. Just unexpected. It’s sensitive...but okay. More than okay, it’s welcome,” she added, smiling at me, her face barely an inch from mine.
“All right,” I said, and resumed kissing her.
I ran my hand over her rounded belly for another moment, my movements careful and slow, until finally it wandered off and found her hip. Then down lower, to her thigh. She had some great thighs. After a moment, she gently pushed me away.
“Hold on,” she murmured. “Um...here, help me get a pillow under me, to support me.”
I did as she asked, and as I did, saw that Delilah and Megan had stopped in their lovemaking to watch the two of us now. Once she was settled, I began to pleasure her. My fingertip sought and found her clit, which I gently began to massage, and my lips found her nipple. She let out a gasp, then a loud, long moan of surprised pleasure.
“Oh my fucking-oh!” she cried, twitching. “It’s been...fuck! Months.”
“Seriously?” I murmured, pausing briefly as I sucked on one of her big breasts.
“Yes. My husband-ah! Ah! Yes!-really fell out of sex. I swear he was getting it somewhere else, but I think-oh my God!” she cried and abruptly began to orgasm. For a long moment she devolved into a shuddering, writhing mass of pleasure, letting out a series of inarticulate sounds of pleasure. I continued licking across her breasts, her nipples, and rubbing her clit, trying to get the most out of her orgasm for her.
When she was finished, she went slack and I slipped a finger into her. She let out a fresh yell of ecstasy.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, panting. “Oh wow. I’m not sure what it is, but orgasms are more intense now. Or maybe it’s just you. Holy shit...anyway, I thought it was because I was preg
nant. I kind of got the idea that it turned him off.”
“If that’s true, it’s so fucking weird,” I said. “And it doesn’t matter now. Don’t think about him. It’s just us tonight.”
“Yes,” she whispered, running her fingers through my hair. “Just us. You’re right. I’m going to...ahhhhh fuck...enjoy this.”
I kept fucking her with my finger and sucking on her tits until I made the switch to oral. I got down quickly in between her legs and set right in, massaging her clit now with the tip of my tongue. She let out a series of loud, long, blissful moans of pure pleasure as she grabbed my head. I had her coming inside of another sixty seconds.
“Oh fuck! Just fuck me! Now!” she demanded as soon as the second climax had run its course.
“You got it,” I replied, happier than hell to plunge my throbbing cock into that sweet, pregnant vagina. I very much wanted to know what it felt like. “Can I come inside you?” I asked as I got into position between her spread-open legs.
“Yes,” she replied, hesitating only briefly.
I’d gotten used to doing it with Megan and Delilah, but sometimes I forgot what an intensely intimate thing that could be.
And now I was going to get to enjoy it with this beautiful woman named Elizabeth.
I let out a low, long groan as I slid into her.
She was fucking tight.
And wet as hell.
And the heat of her pussy…
It did feel different. I don’t know if that was just the power of the mind, but damned if that pussy didn’t feel just fucking amazing.
“Holy shit! You are fucking big!” she gasped, staring down the length of her pale body at me, her eyes wide, face flushed.
“And you are really fucking wet and tight,” I groaned in response as I slid slowly into her.
“I mean fuck, this might be the biggest dick I’ve ever taken,” she panted.
“Is it going in okay?” I asked.
“Yeah. Fine. It’s...fuck, it’s big, but I like it. I really like it,” she groaned. “Fuck! I never thought I’d be one of those shallow girls on about dick size but damn if this isn’t nice.”
“I get the feeling it’s different for everyone,” I replied, breathing slowly, nice and smooth, as I got into that pussy. Fuck me she felt so good. It absolutely was not bullshit: pregnant vagina felt good on a whole other level. “I’ve met women smaller than you who can absolutely take a pounding from this dick, and I’ve met women taller and bigger than you who have a lot of trouble handling it. Oh yeah. Holy shit, that’s good pussy.”
I quickly got lost in her, going a bit harder and faster now that I had the green light. She was fucking enjoying herself quite a lot, I could tell, and her big, fantastic tits started bouncing as I thrust deep and hard into her. And I gotta admit, seeing that look on her face, how much she was enjoying this, was making me feel a little cocky.
Shifting forward, careful of her belly, I put my hands on either side of her head and looked down at her as I stroked my whole length smoothly into that slick, hot, pregnant vagina of hers. Goddamn did that feel good!
“You like that?” I asked.
“Ugh yes…” she moaned loudly.
“I’m bigger than your husband,” I said, and she nodded emphatically.
“Yes. Much bigger. Fuck. Oh fuck it’s really good…” she groaned.
I started going a bit harder and she cried out. I wanted to make her come. I needed to make her come because I was so damned close to coming myself. I was just about to reach down and start rubbing her clit when it happened. Her eyes suddenly popped open and she let out a shout of pure bliss and then…
“Aw fuck…!” I moaned as her vaginal muscles clenched and fluttered around me, a hot gush of her sex juices escaping from around my dick as I kept thrusting into her. There were so many things to enjoy about her, and I saw them all as I switched back to just resting on my knees, looking over her body as I fucked her orgasming pussy.
The curve of her hips.
The sight of my cock disappearing into her pregnant pussy.
Her huge breasts, swaying and bouncing.
Her beautiful face, twisting and writhing in bliss.
What really did it for me, and I felt bad about it, was when I saw the ring on her finger. The knowledge that I was fucking a married woman, and that her husband would almost certainly gladly put a bullet in my head if he found out I’d done it, hit me like a hammer. It was fucked up, and probably some old, caveman part of the brain, but there was no denying that there was in fact a primal and perverse satisfaction in fucking someone else’s significant other. And it only was heightened if you knew they really didn’t want you fucking their wife. Yeah, I felt like a piece of shit for getting off on that, but right then I did not give a fuck.
Sounded like this asshole deserved it.
So I shot my load into that pregnant, married vagina with a deep, intense, and probably somewhat dark satisfaction.
I heard myself first groaning, then crying out as I started coming inside of her. My cock twitched and spasmed and kicked, jerking violently, each contraction releasing a fresh spurt of my seed and sending a shockwave of total fucking rapture throughout my whole body. It was like how I imagined hard drugs must feel.
Just pure, uncut bliss.
I pumped her pussy full of my stuff and blew one hell of a load inside of her, draining my nuts into that sweet vagina.
I’m not sure how long the orgasms lasted, but it felt like awhile. Longer than usual. When I was done, I came back into focus staring down at her. She was looking up at me, flushed, hair a mess, body slicked with sweat. My cock still in her pussy, her legs spread wide open. I reached out and ran my hands slowly up and down her thighs.
“I think that’s the best sex I’ve ever had,” she whispered after several moments.
“That was pretty fucking good,” I agreed. “Whew. Shit.”
I glanced over. Delilah and Megan were staring.
“So, uh, good show?” I asked.
“Yes,” Delilah replied emphatically, and then kissed Megan, tackled Megan, before she could say anything. I imagine she was so horny that she needed sex right then and there. Megan seemed equally horny and soon the two women became lost in each other.
“Wow,” Elizabeth murmured sleepily, staring at the two women. “You two are so beautiful. And sexy. I wish I could be that sexy.”
“You are,” I replied as I pulled carefully out of her. Damn, my cock was sensitive now. That had been an intense orgasm.
I had fucking felt that one.
“You really think so?” she asked, then yawned, looking at me. Abruptly, she looked down at herself, where my stuff was leaking out of her. “Oh holy shit you came a lot.”
“I’ll get you a rag,” I replied, getting up.
“Fucking goddamn that’s a lot,” she marveled, sitting carefully up.
“Well, you were an excellent fuck,” I replied.
“I guess so. So were you.” She yawned again as I returned and started helping her clean up. Though we kept getting distracted by Megan and Delilah as they fucked like animals on the mattress on the floor not far away.
All in all, it was a great night.
THIRTEEN
I opened my eyes and for a moment, didn’t know who I was curled up around. She had dark hair and she felt different, that was all I knew.
I thought Megan first, but this was a different shade of dark and the skin was way too pale.
Gray, early morning sun crept in through the blinds of the room I was in. I ran my hand slowly down her body, and then felt the swell of her belly.
That immediately brought everything back to me.
Elizabeth.
That brought a mixture of emotions, most good, some bad. I was nervous, though admittedly relieved. As much as I liked to be prepared, and thought I had prepared for some things, I knew that ultimately it was all too easy to wake up to a gun to your head. Sleep was fickle. Sometimes I was a light sleepe
r, sometimes it seemed like I could sleep through a fucking marching band. I carefully sat up and looked around.
Megan and Delilah were curled up together on the mattress nearby. They seemed fine. Elizabeth shifted and let out an unhappy sound as the blanket was lifted and cold air got in. I carefully extracted myself from the bed, leaving her to sleep while I got up and quickly washed myself off. There was a lot to do today, and the sooner I got to it, the better. While I prepared, I thought about last night. I’d fucked both Megan and Delilah as soon as they were done with each other, though neither session had been particularly long, given how tired I was.
Elizabeth had been all too happy to watch the live performance.
Once we were done, I’d crawled into bed and promptly passed out, and I don’t remember waking up once during the night. The room was mild, and I could tell the fire must be embers by now. As I finished drying off and began pulling my clothes on, Megan shifted.
“We okay?” she murmured, staring at me through falls of her wild, dark hair.
“Fine, as far as I know. Just woke up,” I replied.
“Mmm,” she said, looking around. “Fuck, I’m still tired.”
“I need your help,” I replied.
“Yeah, I know. Fuck.”
She grumbled and groaned a bit longer, then got up and started washing herself off. I finished pulling all my clothes and gear on and left her to finish getting ready. I wanted to see if anyone had paid us a visit during the night.
I did my thing, checking out the windows, the doors. There was nothing. I got outside and took a walk around the house, keeping an eye out for signs of passage or anyone watching us. Still nothing, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was around. Almost certainly that was paranoia, given the fact that I knew someone was after Elizabeth.
Or, well, trusted that fact.
Still didn’t know for sure.
I tended to the fire, got it restarted and roaring again, then headed back upstairs, where I saw Delilah had come awake and was slowly washing herself off. Megan was dressed and alert, which was good. I broke out cans of food, grabbing the black beans while Megan took a can of veggie soup and Delilah grabbed the surplus beef.