A Pregnant Moment

by Fantasy World

She was sitting across from me in our living room, tight t shirt, and a short skirt, tight, her legs slightly parted, opening and closing, seductively I thought. I was passing her pictures of me, in various stages of my pregnancy; a few of them were of me in my bra, hands on my belly. She seemed to linger over these somewhat longer than the other ones. She was a pretty girl, in a Lolita sort of way, Native American Indian, 14, becoming a woman. Her legs were too long for her still shaping body, and her bum was tiny. Still, the curves were coming, and her proud little breasts were thrusting out against her t shirt. I could almost make out the shape of her nipples, through what must have been a sports bra.

She leaned back and parted her legs even wider and I caught a glimpse of what I thought was her cunt, barely covered by a gauzy g string that girls favored these days. I sucked in my breath involuntarily and coughed to cover up my surprise.

So what do you think, of the pictures, pretty amazing the transformation, I smiled as I rubbed my belly.

She leaned over and placed one of her small delicate hands with extremely long red nails on my belly and mimicked my rubbing motion. It felt quite nice. Yes, she said, almost absent mindedly, as she more focused on the circular rubbing than she did on anything else. I wonder, she said, what it would be like to have a baby come out of me, I bet it will hurt. Then she looked down at her crotch area, such a big thing to come out of there, she pointed at her pussy, through her skirt which was now hiked up quite high on her legs, giving me an excellent view of her long cold like legs, skinny, but well formed.

Don't worry about that, I reassured her. I felt the same way as you with my first. But, I did it, and I was rewarded with a beautiful baby girl. I also took the painkillers when it got be too much, I thought at one point just before Sarah was born that I was going to split apart. There was an awkward silence for a second of two and then we both laughed, bonding in the way that women do when they are sharing the secrets and stories about birth.

Then she leaned back and her legs spread even further apart, and this time I was sure, I could see right up that tiny little skirt to her slit, which was now plainly in view. There was a grey gauzy material covering her cunt which was dusted with a light black hair, I was staring and trying not to show it. And then her legs closed the show- if it was a show was over. I felt disappointed, was not sure why, but I wanted to see more of Tara's pussy, but there seemed no possibility of that now.

Well, young lady, I said, as casually as I could, I think it is time for bed. At least I know it is for me. Tara cocked her head to the side and gave me a little smile, very innocent, but at the same time there was a quality of sexiness, something that told me, my little cunt view had not been an accident. Girls will be girls, I thought, nothing going to happen here. Okay she said, see you in the morning. Then she leaned over and gave me a little hug and brushed my cheeks with her lips. It was something that Tara did some nights, but I did not force it. She was a foster child and my responsibility and at an age where cuddling was not always appropriate. But tonight she gave me a nice hug almost a bit of a cuddle as squeezed her back. I could feel her tiny breasts against my quite swollen and milky ones and it was arousing, her little nipples were pushing into my larger ones. I felt the involuntary reaction of my breasts as they began to produce milk, and it began to come out, somewhat quicker than I had imagined. When Tara pulled back from me there were two large milk stains on my blouse and some had wet her t shirt.

I'm sorry sweetie I blurted out, not sure why my milk had come out. But it had come out and we both could see each other's nipples in the wetness. She seemed a bit confused by what had happened but she took a good long look at my tits and again I felt myself respond, and my nipple hardened further. This pregnancy stuff is difficult, all sorts of strange things going on. Then I thought, I wish David was home, I think a good fucking would be in order tonight. Yes, I was horny, that was it. Why the hell did David have to be away on business, again?

Then Tara, almost jumped up, and blurted out, good night, and she was gone, with a last flash of those long legs, she scampered up the stairs to her bedroom.

The rest of the evening was somewhat uneventful, until just before bed. I watched a bit of TV. David called from San Francisco, and told me about the progress on his business deal. I ate a half a dozen chocolates and started to feel quite tired about 11pm. The only strange thing about the evening was the way I kept flashing back to seeing Tara's pussy. It was nothing really, I told myself. She probably did not know she was even doing it, and besides what was the big deal. It was not like I hadn't seen 1000 other woman naked. At one point as I was imagining her light black haired cunt and that gauzy covering, I let my hand drift down over my belly towards my own pussy, and began to rub myself. It felt good, sliding my hand up and down my vaginal lips, pushing and prodding; I slipped my hand under and found my clit. Jesus, my bush was wet, I am horny I thought. Yes, my cunt was in quite a state of excitement, somehow viewing Tara's pussy had aroused me. I fondled my clit absentmindedly and it sent shooting pleasure through my body. What the hell, I thought, I need to come. So I began to focus, stroking methodically, and rhythmically, I felt my body move towards orgasm. My hips thrust forward, and my index finger sinking deeper and deeper in to my vagina. I came quite quickly and it was very strong. And at the moment of orgasm, I had a vision of Tara, naked, spread eagle on the bed, with my face buried in her sweet cunt. I was shocked, a little, by the thought, but then again, I had been with a woman or two in college. But this was different, and there would be none of that with a 14 year old.

Sleep came easily, especially after the orgasm. It was a deep dreamless sleep, but suddenly I was awake. I heard Tara's voice, calling to me from where I was not sure. Meghan, Meghan, I had a bad dream, Meghan. And then I was wide awake. Tara was standing at the foot of my bed, dressed in a simple white nightie, which I notice immediately was essentially translucent. I could clearly see her breasts and flat belly and her thong underwear. I had difficulty focusing for a minute, as I took this all in. I realized I was staring at her and I got hold of myself. Yes, Tara, sweetie, what is wrong I asked in a concerned voice. I had a nightmare Meghan, It was horrible, and a man was trying to hurt me. He was ripping off my clothes and pawing me. I tried to escape, but he was too strong. She began to quiver and cry. My mothering instincts, kicked in immediately, and I reached over to her and put my arms around her, and sat her on the bed. She buried her face in my breasts and sobbed quietly, as I stroked her long black hair. For the first moments it was fine, but slowly but surely I began to be aware of being aroused again. I could feel my nipples hardening and responding to Tara's face pressing against them. I knew I would be leaking milk in a second if I did not do something and fast.

Honey, I said as calmly as I could. Tara lifted her tear stained face. Good, I got her face off my breasts, step one, I thought. Honey, you had a bad dream everything is all right, you are safe. She nodded, but seemed unconvinced. I had to do something, so I began to rub her shoulders, and stroke her hair. She seemed to like this. Turn around I suggested, let me give you a back rub, and then off to bed. She obediently turned around and I began to knead her shoulders and upper back. She was quite close to me now and I could smell her, the fragrant smell of a young girl. I had forgotten how sweet it was. I began to knead her back and shoulders and was rewarded by a sigh and a slight moan. She straightened back and thrust her chest out. In the dim light of the moon I could see her nipples were quite distended and hard, and quite large for a girl of her age. They were pushing against the light fabric of her nighttime and though I wanted to deny it, I had to admit I found it very sexy, very arousing. My bush started to heat up and I found myself spreading my legs and positioning myself so my pussy was touching her bum, very discreetly .My hands also seemed to have a mind of their own, as they moved up and down her back. I was aching to reach around and touch and pinch and pull on those nipples that seemed, from what I could make out in the dim light, to be getting larger, harder, and more pointed by the minute. I suspected Tara was aroused, but probably unaware, a very tricky situation ---- for both of us. So, I said as casually as I could muster, have you had a boyfriend? Why did I say that I instantly wondered? Stupid, you are leading into a talk about sex, and this is not the time or the place for it, I chastised myself.

Oh sure, she answered sweetly, I have had a few boyfriends.

Really, I responded, actually somewhat surprised, that at her tender age she had had more than one.

Yah, she went on, they were older boys, grade 11, (she was in grade 9), and they were sort of dumb.

She left it at that, but sounded like she wanted the conversation to go on. So I went with it.

What do you mean dumb? I asked trying to sound interested but nonchalant. I noticed that my heart was beating faster, sort of thumping in my chest, and my mouth was getting dry, I even felt a slight tremble in my hands as they moved across her back shoulders, and now and then down towards her belly area, careful not to reach around the front or go too low, just a friendly rubbing for comfort. But god, her skin was soft around her waist and belly area, and lord she was skinny, actually quite delicious to feel, and I was certainly enjoying myself. She certainly was not pulling away from my touch and actually I noticed she seemed to be leaning back a bit as I could feel some pressure from her bum checks against my vagina which was now secreting, juices. I hope I don't soak myself I thought and she gets wet, she will freak I bet. But for now everything was quite fine, and relaxed.

Well, she hesitated for a moment, and I jumped in, not wanting to embarrass her, look Tara, you don't have to talk about if you don't want to.

No, I want to, she answered quickly, it is just that.... Her words trailed off.

Just that what.... I felt she needed some encouragement to discuss this somewhat sensitive subject. Were they rough with you... boys can be sort of dumb at 16, they really don't know how to touch a girl or to please her.

There was silence for a moment, as she absorbed this. I wondered if our conversation had ended, maybe we were done for the night. Then she began to talk... yes, that's right, they are sort of dumb aren't they? We both laughed, and that seemed to relax things. She leaned back further, resting her back against my swollen breasts. I now had a great view of those young tits and her flat belly even her pussy was clearly visible. You know, she continued, they just want to get into my pants, she laughed again, this time a little nervously, not sure if this was a subject we could discuss. I decided the best approach was just to affirm and listen, so I just said, sure I understand, sweetheart, that must be upsetting for you.

She kept on talking, you know it is not like I don't want to let them touch me, I do, and it does feel good, when they are kissing me and touching my breasts. At the word breasts, I felt a jolt go through my whole body and my nipples began to leak milk. At this point, I was beyond caring, as the milk dripped down my belly, little rivulets, tickling me and being absorbed by my panties, which were getting quite wet from my own pussy juices. I wasn't sure Tara noticed, as she seemed quite absorbed in explanation, but I was starting not to care.

Yes, I understand Tara, I cooed in my most comforting voice, it is hard when it feels good, but they get so pushy, and impatient. Yah, Yah, that's right, she responded, impatient, and they always want me to touch their dicks, another jolt through my body. This was getting quite intense for me. I was getting very turned on and needed to do something about it.

Yes, I managed to stammer, they do like their dicks touched, and rubbed, and that can feel good. I like to rub my husband's dick when it so hard and then he shoots .... Do you ever make them come? I wasn't sure if I should have said this but it felt right. Tara did not say anything in response. So I just kept on talking. When you're older the boys will be smarter about what pleases you, they will know just how to touch your breasts to arouse you. Tara was starting to breath a bit heavier, I could hear her as she sucked in the air, deep into her belly, my words were affecting her. I couldn't hold myself back any longer, as I spoke to her about the boys knowing how to touch her breasts, I let my hands drift up towards those two delicious mounds and finally felt her small firm tits. I wondered if she would bolt, but she lay still, and let me gently touch and stroke her titties, rubbing her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Yes, I whispered almost in her ear. They will touch you nicely, like I am. Do you like the way I am touching you, I ventured? This was the moment where it would all be decided, I had stepped over the line, and now Tara had to welcome me or this would stop.

Yes, replied quietly but firmly, it feels very good, don't stop... which was followed by .... Please.

Okay, honey, I won't stop.... You let me take care of you tonight.... I will make you feel good... is that what you want.

I was rewarded with a moan, the sweetest sound I had ever heard. This young woman child was in heat, and she was going to let me have her. For a moment my mind flashed to David, and I wondered what would he think, if he knew? What would he do if he was here? But I would never know the answer to that question, this girl was mine and I was going to have her, yes I was going to have her.

For a few minutes we lay silently, Tara leaning against me, my hands working on her tits, pushing, pulling,, feeling them become engorged, swollen with arousal. As I worked on her breasts, I would be occasionally rewarded with a moan of encouragement, or a small grunt and a thrust of her luscious hips, as the waves of pleasure moved down into her pussy. She was propped against my breasts which were leaking milk furiously, and my cunt was boiling, by this time I had it pushed as far a could against her young bum cheeks as I could. I had the extremely strong desire to thrust my pelvis hard against her behind in an instinctual fucking motion but I held back as I was afraid I would scare her.

When she moaned or thrusted I would give her a gentle kiss on the cheek, as a reward, as encouragement, and make gentle moaning sounds to let her know I was aroused too. On one of my kisses she turned and put her mouth on mine. I tasted her hot, breath, and sensed her building desire. We began to kiss, quite deeply and sensually. She turned to face me pressing her flat girl belly against my 7 month pregnant one, and wrapped her small arms around me and kissed me as if her life depended on it, what pleasure. My breasts were leaking all over the place, there was milk on me and splattered on her tits.And then I felt her mouth cover my left breast and she began to suck, furiously, greedily as if she was starving. The milk exploded out of my breast into her mouth and dribbled down her chin and heck, but she just keep on sucking. My right hand slid down her slick belly, and found her gauzy g string like panties and parted her cunt lips which were wet and hot. I began to furiously rub her focusing on her clit and sliding my fingers in and out of her somewhat roughly. I thought I might have done too far, but that was not the case at all. She took it like a pro, grunting, and groaning, as my probing digits found their way deep inside her. She was really quite tiny and light and very flexible as she rode my hand like a cowgirl. Basically she was getting finger fucked and loving it, so much for not liking the rough stuff, she loved it. As she road my hand and began to breath deeper and louder, I could tell she was building towards an orgasm, maybe her first, I was going to make it memorable for her.

I leaned into her and put her tits in my mouth, sucking and biting them furiously, as my finger worked her cunt. She began to swear, fuck, cunt, suck my tits you fucking bitch. All this and more came out of little Tara's mouth as she got hotter and hotter. As I felt her pussy heat up, I pulled my fingers out. God she smelled good, she was fragrant, and you know how young girls are. I could smell that almost sweet smell coming from her pussy. I buried my face into her crotch, and breathed in loudly, audibly. She moaned quietly, as felt the heat, and the pressure of my face on her. I could not help myself and began to bite and lick her sweet little cunt through her panties. Placing my hands firmly on her tiny but cheeks, I began to nibble, and lick, and force my tongue between her vaginal lips. I could feel it parting under the force of my tongue. She inhaled sharply and involuntarily tried to pull away from my tongue as a pressed into her. I met her reaction with a gentle but firm push forward from my hands, hold firm pressure and rubbing and massaging her bum, until she relaxed and gave in, with a small grunt. I knew then that she was mine and continued my assault on her her now wet and hot womanhood. I felt her hands being placed on my head and she began to stroke my hair, her tiny fingers running through my long black mane. Her bum began to move slowly back and forth in that timeless rhythm as she opened herself.

Ohh, Ohh, yes, yes, she whispered and then I felt her hands cup the back of my head and push firmly and decisively. Yes she wanted it, and I was going to give it to her. I leaned back for a moment and looked up at her.

You okay, sweetheart, does it feel good, you are so sexy and hot, I want you so much.

Yes, yes, she repeated, and I could see that her eyes were almost completed glazed over with pleasure and there was a soft sheen of sweat on her body. She was truly beautiful.

Then I ripped her tiny thong away from her cunt and ate her, until she screamed with pleasure and came, her young girl juices drenching my face, and then I girl fucked her, my hairy pussy and swollen belly grinding against her tiny cunt until we both came again.

Then we slept the sleep of deep satisfaction.