Another story probably written by Jack Gibson for Jugg magazine back in 1998.
tag: pregnant sex, wife's cousin
[align=center]HILLBILLY HONEYMOON[/align]
[align=center]PORKING PREGOS CAN IMPROVE FAMILY RELATIONS![/align]
"Would you like some more mashed taters, hon?" my quite Southern Mother-in-law asked as she blooped yet another heap of potatoes onto my plate, not waiting, once again, for me to actually reply.
"Gee thanks," I muttered with a fake little smile that I generally used to camouflage my disgust.
I'd been married less than a week, and of course, my wife, Trudy…had to have us stop off to see her family while we were in the middle of our honeymoon. And of course, wouldn't you just know…the whole damn in-bred family was gathered for some type of reunion the day we stopped in. Trudy swore she didn't know a thing about it…but she had a peculiar smirk on her face every time she denied it that made me question her sincerity.
Don't get me wrong, I love my wife…and her family isn't all that bad either…but I was looking forward to a shindig in the honeymoon suite for a week…not a ho-down at in-law-ville. The food was about all that made the whole experience acceptable. Yep the food…and Mandy.
No, not brandy…Mandy! Yes, indeed…eighteen-year-old Mandy was a looker. Gorgeous, satin blue eyes framed by freckles and naturally curly brown hair. And from what I could see from the way down the table where I sat behind a mound of mashed potatoes…she appeared to have quite a rack up top as well.
"Cousin Mandy, dearie…could you manage to pass the rolls down to Uncle Hurbert?" my Mother-in-law asked her form about six people down. Quickly I scanned around and noted that Hurbert was sitting just two seats form me. Life was good…and Mandy was gonna get closer!
Patiently,I waited for the cousin-in-law to stand up and bring down the rolls…but for some strange reason she just kinda sat there for a few moments before finally moving. With what appeared to be quite a physical exertion for her, she pushed her chair back and lumbered from her seat.
"Good gracious, you're gatting big there girl!" one of the unknown in-laws blurted form the end of the table where Mandy was now standing.
Big was not a good enough description. Mandy was fucking huge. To my astonishment, the young woman was pregnant…very pregnant! I'd been unable to see her midsection while she was seated, but now that she was standing up, there was absolutely no missing it. She looked like she'd swallowed a whole damn beach ball. Her skinny frame just did nothing ot help her shape either…it just served to accentuate her massive belly all the more.
I gawked as she walked, or rather hobbled, down the length of the long picnic table with the basket of rolls for ol' Uncle Hurbert. She was wearing blue-jeans cutoffs that were sheared all the way up to the creases of her thighs, where the white interior pockets hung out through the leg openings. I'm talking short shorts, if you know what I mean! And the rest of her redneck fashion ensemble consisted of a plaid long sleeve men's work shirt that had the sleeves cut out at the shoulders. As she rounded the back of Hurbert chair, I realized that her tits were jostling and jiggling a bit too lively beneath her shirt, and that she evidently wasn't wearing a bra beneath that flannel, a la-redneck maternity blouse.
"How many months are ya'long now, Mandy?" another of the in-laws asked her as she sat down the rolls and moved her hand away form them just in time to prevent Hurbert form injuring her in his attempt to murder the homemade bread she'd provided.
"Hmm?" she crooned, looking up at the old lady who'd spoken to her form across the table. "Oh, I'm about nine months now," she replied.
"Nine months?" Hurbert blurted between gulps of bread and gravy. "Look like you're nine months late with twins!" Before the last bit was spoken, my Mother-in-law was chunking peas at the old bastard. One bounced and shot him in the eye. "Dammit Margie! That was my good eye!" he muttered as he jumped up from the table and ran for the kitchen to rinse the pea-goop form his face and clothes.
Everyone was suddenly laughing their asses off, and I assumed this sort of thing must happen quite often and was what evidently passed for good ol'family amusement among my wife's clan.
By the time the laughter had died down, Mandy was reseated, and Hurbert was back enjoying his plate of rolls and gravy. Nervously, I returned to picking at my fourth helping of mashed potatoes.
Half an hour later, everyone was through eating. The men had jumped up and headed for wherever the hell hillbillies go when it's time to get out of work…hile the women all began picking up dishes and glasses and heading into the house to clean up. The kids, of course, ran tound the table and then the house, doing what hillbilly kids always do…get dirty and make noise. It only took a minute or two to realise that Trudy had abandoned me and I was now the only one sitting at the outdoor picnic table.
Well, except for Mandy.
"Bein' pregnant's got it's rewards…" she chirped with amusement, attempting to make conversation form the way down at the other end of the massive table. Her Southern twang was thick and drawn out. Her voice was airy and sensual just like any imaginable Southern sex queen's should be. As she spoke to me, I felt my pulse rising and I knew it was obvious that I was blushing.
"You must be shy…I am too," she added. "Most of the time, anyways."
"I'm not that shy…I just don't know anyone yet," I mumbled while trying to conceal my pink face by rubbing my stubbled cheeks.
"Aw yeah…you just married ta' Trudy, huh?"
"Yes…we're supposed to be on our honeymoon," I remarked, glancing around in hopes of seeing Trudy so that I could shoot her full of eye-darts.
"Yeah, I wish I was on a honeymoon," Mandy proffesed as she stood up and began walking towards my end of the table."Dang ol' bastard just bumped the boat and dove overboard on me."
I assumed she was reffering to her boyfriend or whatever, knocking her up and then high-tailing it. He was smart…I'd have run from this family too, if I'd had the chance.
With an undulating flop, she dropped her ass cheeks atop the table next to where I was sitting. She was less than a foot from me now, and I could smell her scent blowing in the humid breeze…some kind of mixture of lilac and sweat. For some strange reason, it seemed to arouse me. I froze and just stared up at her form my chair. She smile briefly and hefted her copious body up onto the table top. I now noticed that she had on no shoes. Hillbillies…go figure.
"You not gonna eat yer taters?" she asked, picking up my fork and licking at the mound of mashed potatoes that was still fermenting there on my plate.
"Uh…no," I answered, watching her with a curious eye as she twirled the potatoes with the fork.
"Aunt Marg makes pretty good taters…I like 'em," she said with a strange child-like innocence. Shortly thereafter, she lifted a fork full and gulped them down…eating them with my fork!
Okay…now I was beginning to believe this family was seriously deranged…or was it? Maybe she was flirting or something…the way she was carefully licking the fork clean with each bite made me begin to wonder.
"Boy, it shore is hot today," she asserted when she'd finished all of my potatoes. With nonchalance, she reached up and began to unbutton the top of the flannel shirt. One button…two…three…I was about to gasp as she fondled the fourth one down. But she stopped at three and smiled. "You from Chicago, huh?"
"What?"
"I said, you from Chicago, huh?"
Momentarily I was lost in the absence of bra material amid the vast visual spectacle of flesh that I could now plainly see beneath her shirt. The whole rounded tops pf her tits were nearly exploding up out of that damn plaid shirt…but she'd stopped just short of letting me see full cleavage.
"Er, Chicago…yeah…I'm from Chicago," I fumbled, trying to pull my eyes away form her nearly bared chest. I could definitely feel my cock sliding his way down my pants leg…like some evil boa constrictor reminding me that I was still a man…even if a married one.
"My name's Mandy…I'm Trudy's cousin. You're Rob, right?" she conversed casually as if my staring at her full tits hadn't caught her attention at all.
"Yeah, I'm Rob," I stammered and reached out to shake hands. Not watching what the hell I was doing, I accidentally bumped the table though, and some gravy form my plate flew up and splattered her shirt and shorts. "Oh geez…shit, I'm sorry," I blurted, frantically trying to get something to fix my accident.
"That's alright," she said with a giggle as she dabbed at the gravy droplets with a napkin. "Now I got me an excuse to cool off." And with that, she went for button number four on the flannel shirt and didn't stop this time until she'd shed the entire garment.
Well obviously she wasn't sitting there topless in the backyard…(unfortunately)…as it turned out, she was wearing a really tight latex bikini top beneath the shirt. I assumed her bras might have gotten too tight as well…and the bikini probably was more elastic and forgiving to her full jugs. But tits aside, her mammoth belly was just laid out for all the world to see. My eyes must have been bugging out of my head as I took in the entire size of it, plopped atop her lap there on that picnic table.
"Damn it's hot, ain't it?" she commented, rubbing her belly with one hand. She striked it for a moment or two and then let her fingers drift down to her distended belly button. And damn, it was big. She looked like somebody had sewn a half-dollar-size button on her stomach. And down form it, ran a light brown line that ended somewhere in the curvature of flesh beneath her belly. I felt my dick with excitement as I thought about where that line ended up at.
"Good Lord Mandy! What the hell are you a-doing?!" Margie barked from the backdoor of the kitchen.
"Put some clothes on afore you scare Rob ta death!"
"He's form Chicago, Aunt Marg…he ain't scared o' no pregnant woman! 'Side, it's hot and I spilt gravy on myshirt." Margie just shook her head and slammed the screen door back.
I fully expected Trudy to burst from the kitchen in full battle charge at any moment, but the seconds ticked by and nothing happened. Apparently Marg had bought Mandy's claim of innocence. I wondered though…because she was rubbing her big sweaty belly again…real sexy like.
"You ever been swimming in a creek afore, Rob?" she asked a few minutes later.
"No…why?" I asked out of curiosity as I watched a large bead of sweat trickle form her chin down her chest, between her tits and then across her behemoth belly.
"I feel like goin' swimming…but I don't wanna walk down ta the creek by myself," she replied. With a brief smile, she used both hands to hoist up er bikini cups. Her tits wriggled and quivered within them from the jarring motion. "Damn suit's too small," she added, blushing a bit as she realized that I was eye-locked on her cleavage. "Well anyway…would ya walk me down there?"
"Uh, I don't know…I guess I should…uh, you know…ask Trudy," I lamented like the pussy-whipped fella that I was.
"TRUDY!!" Mandy suddenly shouted toward the kitchen door.
Within seconds, Trudy appeared at the screen door with an attentive expression.
"Trudy, can Rob walk me down to the creek…I don't wanna go by myself."
"Uh!" Trudy grunted in disgust. "Well of course he can…he don't need my permission!" And with that, she slammed the door shut and dissapppeared back inside the house.
"Sorry Charlie…"Mandy taunted me. "Guess you gots ta walk the pregnant girl to the creek after all."
Well, I must admit…I did have permision from my wife, and so it was with got intentions in mind that I set out with Mandy towards this so-called creek. But my intentions faded quickly as we walked down the gravel road.
I fully expected Mandy to walk slowly, being as she was pregnant and all, but to my dismay, she took off at a rather speedy pace. I had to huff a bit to keep up with her. I lagged behind her at times though, just to watch her ass cheeks sway form side to side as they hung out the backs of her cutoffs. I would only catch up to her periodically…and then, only to glimpse her swinging jugs as they bounced and jiggled within her too-tight bikini.
Finally, we reached a small creek and she barreled off into the weeds and brush, down a well-worn trail. After a few limbducking moments, we emerged onto a small sandbar at the edge of the shallow little creek. I looked up and realized we were nearly beneath the old wooden bridge that cross the creek on the road above. Glancing around, I noted an ample array of discarded clothing here and there as well as the occasional beer bottle. The place struck me more or less as a "make-out" resort rather than some kind of family swimming hole.
"You gonna swim with me?" she asked as she waded into the edge of the murky water.
"Uh, I don't think so," I answered with reluctance.
She waded a bit further, maybe knee high, into the water and then turned around to face me. With a devilish little glint in her eye, she grabbed both sides of her bikini cups and pulled them up, allowing her bloated torpedoes to spill into full view. With an agonizingly sexy flop, they bounced and then recoiled atop her pregnant gut, shimmying in a fleshy dance until she grabbed them by the nipples and began pulling on them.
"Now do you wanna swim with me?" she asked again.
For some reason I don't quite recall if I took my pants off before or after I got in the water…all I remember is finding myself pressing my face down between her full titties…feeling her erect nipples and cookie-sized brown areola brushing the sides of my head softly as I nuzzled her breast bone.
"Oh-huh-ohhh," she was moaning above me. She sounded like we were already fucking, and all I'd done thus far was dive into her cleavage. I could feel her fingers clawing through my hair, pulling my head tighter against her chest, burying me even deeper in the fleshy folds of her milk towers.
With haste, I slid my hands down her back and prizing my fingers into the waistband of her cut-offs, I pressed her shorts downward. To my surprise, they slid easily…as she had already unbuttoned them in the front, apparantly, before she'd flipped her tits out.
Nearly instantly, I was on my back on the sandbar, her hands frantically ripping at my pullover shirt, trying to get it over my head. Like I said, I don't remember much about my pants…but after the shirt came off, I realized I wasn't wearing any…where and when they went, I claim no knowledge. Perhaps it was my moral subconcious that blocked the event out…trying to protect my sanity form this act of infedelity…or maybe I was just too horny to give a shit at the time.
"Oh shit…you got on bikinis", she whispered through clenched teeth as she stopped her frantic molestation on me. Now she just sat atop my legs and stared intently at my crotch.
I realized my dickhead was sticking out at the side and I moved to pull them the rest of the way off so that we could get on with business, but when I moved, she grabbed my hand.
"No…don't," she prompted me. "I juss gos a thing for men's bikini underwear," she explained as she pressed both hands down onto my dick and nuts. "Um-um-ummm," she hummed as she slid her fingers down into my underwear and pulled the waistband down enough for her to see my goodies.
"I don't mean to rush you…but uh-" I commented, motioning her to let me take the rest of the way off.
She smirked at me and arched an eyebrow. And then, with one instantaneous swipe of her right hand, she completely ripped my undies off and flung them into the creek. "Uh oh," she giggled. "What you gonna tell cousin Trudy now?"
I may somewhat dismayed at this, and thought she really was a little off mentally once more…but then it hit me that I was gonna have hell explaining what happened to my now missing underwear. It was about that instant that I really panicked.
"Uh, maybe we shouldn't be-" I asserted and attempted to get out from under her.
"I'll tell you what you can tel cousin Trudy…" Mandy interupted me. "You can tell her you got hard watching her cousin's tits and then you went down to the creek with her and then you fucked her pregnant pussy till you nuts hurt!"
"Wait just a damn minute here-" I attempted to take control of the situation, but before I could finish my sentence, Mandy had dropped down plugged my engorged eight-inch cock into her mouth. She was bobbing up and down with feverish intent, even before my last word was out. "Oh, shit…man…fuck…" I mumbled to myself as I reached to push her away…but I just couldn't do it. Her lips and mouth felt too good on my stiff boner and I was so horny I couldn't stand it. I wanted her to suck me…to suck me till my nuts blasted a load.
"Oh yeah…suck it, baby," I whispered to her as she bobbed faster and faster. I decided to lie back and try to enjoy it…but just as I leaned backwards, I felt my balls begin to chum.
"Oh, yeah…here it comes," I groaned and relaxed my hold.
As if by second nature, she knew the exact second to pop off my cock. As she lifted her face up, a gooey wad of saliva trailed form her lips to my fat cock. A XXX-rated image if I ever saw one. Just as she cleared my dick, the first load of cum blasted out and shot up onto her face. Then the second and third and fourth…and so on till my nut sac ached.
I watched in awe as she wiped and licked the cum from her face and then went back down on my dick to suck out the remnants and stragglers. When she'd finished, she rose back up and crawled up to my face and then said," I know what else you can tell cousin Trudy."
"And that would be?" I asked with nonchalance.
"You can tell her that her pregnant cousin sucked you off and ate yer cum."
"Has anyone told you…that you're kinda weird?" I asked, wiping away a bit of my spunk from her left cheek. I could feel her full tits hanging atop my own chest now as she hung over me, pinning me to the sandbar. Her immense belly felt like a gigantic water balloon as it weighted down my midsection.
"Weird? Naw…except when I do stuff like this," she retorted.
"Like sucking you cousin's newly-wed husband behind her back?" I asserted.
"Noooo," she groaned. "I only get weird when I do this," she added and with great muscular stress she pushed herself upright on her knees and then grabbed my cocked with one hand. With easy calm, she bent it upright to parallel her own body, and then she straddled it, pressing it deep inside her.
"I'm only weird when I fuck my cousin's newly-wed husband behind her back," she pronounced as she began a slow gyration.
"Oh Holy Shit…" I crooned as her wet pussy soaked up my dick like a sponge. Within moments her hips were working like a well-oiled pumping machine. I gawked up at her in sheer disbelief as she worked my dick like a siphoning hose with her pussy. It was no wonder she'd gotten knocked up…what man could hold his load with her doing this to him?
What started out as smooth vaginal intercourse soon became a fierce game of fuck and dodge.
I'd never fucked a pregnant woman before, and all I'd read about it plainly proclaimed that pregnant women could only do it from behind or to the side. Mandy was ruining that theory with blatant inthusiasm. Not only was she ontop, but she was thrusting like a non-pregnant lass. I'd never before witnessed such unabated frolicking atop my cock, and mind you…I've had quite a few ladies positioned there from time to time. This knocked up cousin-in-law was a wildcat and she seemed to take no notice of her swollen condition.
Unfortunately, I can't say the same. With her tremendous weight bearing down on me, I could do little more than just lie there and take in the view. And what a view it was. My eyes bulged and my heart raced as I watched her body leap into the air and then crash back down, her enormous stomach slamming down into me in full 3D action. It was like watching her through a fish-eye camera lens. All I could see at times was her massively pregnant stomach and distended belly button, bouncing and flopping in every conceivable direction in rhythm with her pussy.
"Oh Gawd…yes…YES!" she was moaning louder and louder now, and I could tell she was about climax. I could feel my own load building up once more and I squinced hard to prevent it from going anywhere too soon.
"Uh-huh-oh-ohh!!" she was panting and out of breath, and for a few seconds, she seemed out of control, her body contorting and jiggling all out of sync. I could see beads fipping from her body and flying off into the sand beside me. Driblets were flinging from the end of her big brown nipples and they reminded me of what she might look like squirting milk from them. My dick throbbed and I fought to control the torturous load of cum that was filling my valves.
"Shit…shit…oh, now…GAWD-YES-NOW!!!!!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs as she flew into enraged orgasm. She shuddered all over as if she were having a seizure of some sort. I say her body stopped…but actually it didn't. She stopped…her tits kept going. She sunked to a sitting position on my cock and ceased her spasmodic fucking, but her milkmakers continued to bustle to and from like two overly-playful puppies, finally settling down after several moments of flopping and jiggling.
"Oh shit, that was good…you got such a big dick," Mandy commented when her eyes rolled back down.
"Speaking of which…could I finish now?" I insisted rather rudely.
"You got another load? Well fuck me," she snickered.
"I'm trying to," I smarted off.
With little reluctance, she rolled over on the sand bar and spread her legs for me. She had a completely shaven pussy and her lips were all puffed up from fucking, so when I pressed my dick into her, it felt like I was enveloping myself in a wet velvet condom…tight and soft.
"Oh Gawd…it feels even bigger," she whimpered in ecstacy,"Go all the way…push it in me, baby."
With no further prompting necessary, I slid my salami deeper until my nut sac bump her. I wanted to start with a slow precision so as not to hurt her, but the ache in my balls pushed me to jam. I fought it for a few seconds, but was eventually overcome by the desire to just fuck the dogshit out of her.
"Oh just fuck me dammit!" she growled, and grabbed a hold of both her tits to prevent them from slapping her in the chin when my rampage started.
With her blessing, I cut loose. In less than two minutes, I was nearing my climax. I slowed a bit to try and prolong it…to enjoy it. I concentrated on the feel of her twat around my cock…the way it slipped around my shaft with wet-oiled precision, in and out, with not the slightest resistance. I could smell her scent again and now, stroger than before…lilac and sweat…more sweat now than anything. I could feel that sweat, thick and sticky, all over both our bodies…its liquid aroma mingling with the scent of her pussy as I fucked it harder and harder.
"Oh shit, I'm…I'm…I'm cumming again…" she gasped between jolts. I opened my own eyes now and took in the scene below me. There in the sand, she'd released her tits, and was clawing madly at the white powder around her…her eyes rolling back in her head…her back arching like a frightened cat.
Her tits were too full…and they were out of control. On her back, they just draped in whatever direction they felt like, and under the massive concussions of my cock pumping, they were making circular motions and just plain jarring flops. Movements that were so severe in force, that they were jerking the rest of her body with them.
She was squirming and quivering all over, as she twisted and arched there underme in the sand. I felt the first load of cum shoot into her about the time she hit full orgasm. It was then that she began to fuck me in return…rather than just receiving. Her pelvis began to buck and jerk like she was trying to pull my dick off with her pussy.
"Give it to me, dammit…more, MORE, MORE!" she screamed at me in some psycotic orgasmic rage.
For a few moments it felt like her pussy was sucking my cock…sucking it like a vacuum, trying to drain it of any seed it had left. Just for an instant I thought I could imagine her belly growing larger as my cum poured into her. And that belly…oh, for the love of all things large…it was huge and it was just bouncing and recoiling up and down, springing so hard that it was atually hitting her tits at times, causing a massive collision of flesh and sweat and sand.
Slowly and with agonizing continuity, my dick dumped the rest of my load into her. As she sensed my easing release, she too calmed down and slowed her fucking drive. But even when I'd completely quit moving, I could still feel her beneath me, tensing her vaginal muscles…working the last bits of cum from my shaft, sucking my nuts dry of all their life-giving fluids.
"Excuse me!" someone called out from the edge of the creek bank.
"Oh, shit!" I nearly screamed as I looked up and realized it was Trudy…you remember…my wife.
She was standing there with the look of disbelief and an arched eyebrow. Hands on her hips. I had the sudden waking nightmare of being lynched by her hillbilly family…possibly chased by a shotgun-weilding Uncle Hurbert…all the while, hearing Mandy laughing.
"Baby. I'm sorry…" was all I could force from my lips.
"Damn straight you're fucking sorry,"
I backed out of Mandy and sat upright on my knees. Inadvertently, I noticed my now limp eight incher was dripping cum on the sand between Mandy's thighs. And Mandy…was just lying there, with her hands behind her head in the sand, as leisurely as could be…seemingly unconcerned with our predicament.
"I was…I was…just uh…" I tried and failed to find a reasonable excuse for being caught with my fat, cum-dripping dick in my wife's pregnant cousin.
"What ya was doin'…was fucking my cousin on the sandbar," Trudy retorted in the silence that followed my failed verbal defense. I noted her Southern accent peeking through…something that only happened when she got really horny…really horny. But that wasn't right…couldn,t be that…or could it?
"Did ya watch?" Mandy asked with an arrogant tone to Trudy.
"Damn straight I did…I didn't know apregnant bitch could move like that," my wife retorted with snickering giggle.
"You can do a lot of things with yer husband's fat dick in ya,"Mandy quipped as she rolled over her side in the sand where she could see Trudy back at the bank. "Pregnant belly or not."
"Excuse me…am I missing something here?" I asked hesitantly…fearful of what kind of bizzare hillbilly answer I might get in response.
"Long story, Rob…back in school, I stole her boyfriend and she caught us fucking in the sandbar here. And this was just Mandy's way of getting revenge…by fucking my husband on the sandbar." Trudy snickered a bit and began fingering the collar of her blouse…which I noticed was now unbuttoned nearly down to her tits. She seemed uncomfortable, but yet…something else as well.
"I figured she might do this, and I felt kinda bad about having screwed her boyfriend way back when, so I kinda just let her do it…just to clear up the animosity between us."
"Okay," I stammered."You knew she was gonna try and seduce me…so you just let her because you felt bad about screwing her boyfriend? So you're not mad? At me, that is?"
"I was at first…but I followed ya'll" there went the accent again,"and when ya'll started fucking, I just lost it…back there in the trees. I pulled my pants down and just firgged my pussy till I creamed myself."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing…it was a crazy sex fantasy come to life.
"I've never been that horny in my life…never felt so damn excited as I did watching you cram all eight inches in to her pregnant twat. Her full titties bouncing all over and that gall-damned whopper belly of hers…pounding against you." By this point, Trudy had unbuttoned her blouse another two buttons and had one hand up into it. I assumed, tweaking her own nipple…something I'd never seen her do before.
"I swear I must've cum six times…first time when I saw you shoot yer shit on her face, and then again when she was on top…and all during and then I fell completely down back therein the dirt, when you got on top and started driving her cunt all over the sand there. I lost my balance and just had to lie down in the bushes and fuck myself…gawd, I'm surprised you didn't hear me."
"You married a slut," Mandy commented."She used to steal boyfriends and fuck'em for the hell of it. Betcha didn't know that, didcha?"
I glanced up from Mandy to look back at Trudy…and to my shock, she'd already popped open her shirt and had her bra hiked up, playing with her own C-cup tits. With the voracious tenacity, she was pulling and twisting on her nipples till they were standing out a good inch…I'd never seen them so fucking big before.
They were bright cherry red and growing more crimson by the moment.
"You know, if you weren't pregnant, I'd have to kick your ass, Mandy,"Trudy snorted with the humorous snipe at the cousin. "But since you are, and I can't …I guest I'll just have to let you fuck my husband all you want."
"Do what?" I blurted in shock.
"I'm sorry honey…I just seem to get off crazy watching you fuck her…would you do it again…please?" Trudy had her pooky-lip-please expression in full throttle. I couldn't say no…she was just too damn cute. "Put yer fat ol' cock in her…please?"
I was bounded to do it…hell, I was coming out good just not being lynched for fucking around on my new wife…if I pissed her off now…I was liable to get lynched anyway.
"But honey, I'm kinda…well tired, and I don't think I can-" I whined in an effort to avoid her request.
"I don't think you get it Rob…I asked nicely. Now you either put yer fucking dick in her, or I'll see if ol' Uncle Hurbertcan still shoot straight with his good eye," Trudy had a look of quiet calm in her face as hse spoke these words. It was a side of her I'd never seen. There were a lot of things I evidently didn't know about her…and her family.
"Oh no, not again…"Mandy giggled in mockery of my predicament as I fondled my dick into an erect form and prepared to push it back into her. "By the way, Rob…welcome to the family."
tag: pregnant sex, wife's cousin
[align=center]HILLBILLY HONEYMOON[/align]
[align=center]PORKING PREGOS CAN IMPROVE FAMILY RELATIONS![/align]
"Would you like some more mashed taters, hon?" my quite Southern Mother-in-law asked as she blooped yet another heap of potatoes onto my plate, not waiting, once again, for me to actually reply.
"Gee thanks," I muttered with a fake little smile that I generally used to camouflage my disgust.
I'd been married less than a week, and of course, my wife, Trudy…had to have us stop off to see her family while we were in the middle of our honeymoon. And of course, wouldn't you just know…the whole damn in-bred family was gathered for some type of reunion the day we stopped in. Trudy swore she didn't know a thing about it…but she had a peculiar smirk on her face every time she denied it that made me question her sincerity.
Don't get me wrong, I love my wife…and her family isn't all that bad either…but I was looking forward to a shindig in the honeymoon suite for a week…not a ho-down at in-law-ville. The food was about all that made the whole experience acceptable. Yep the food…and Mandy.
No, not brandy…Mandy! Yes, indeed…eighteen-year-old Mandy was a looker. Gorgeous, satin blue eyes framed by freckles and naturally curly brown hair. And from what I could see from the way down the table where I sat behind a mound of mashed potatoes…she appeared to have quite a rack up top as well.
"Cousin Mandy, dearie…could you manage to pass the rolls down to Uncle Hurbert?" my Mother-in-law asked her form about six people down. Quickly I scanned around and noted that Hurbert was sitting just two seats form me. Life was good…and Mandy was gonna get closer!
Patiently,I waited for the cousin-in-law to stand up and bring down the rolls…but for some strange reason she just kinda sat there for a few moments before finally moving. With what appeared to be quite a physical exertion for her, she pushed her chair back and lumbered from her seat.
"Good gracious, you're gatting big there girl!" one of the unknown in-laws blurted form the end of the table where Mandy was now standing.
Big was not a good enough description. Mandy was fucking huge. To my astonishment, the young woman was pregnant…very pregnant! I'd been unable to see her midsection while she was seated, but now that she was standing up, there was absolutely no missing it. She looked like she'd swallowed a whole damn beach ball. Her skinny frame just did nothing ot help her shape either…it just served to accentuate her massive belly all the more.
I gawked as she walked, or rather hobbled, down the length of the long picnic table with the basket of rolls for ol' Uncle Hurbert. She was wearing blue-jeans cutoffs that were sheared all the way up to the creases of her thighs, where the white interior pockets hung out through the leg openings. I'm talking short shorts, if you know what I mean! And the rest of her redneck fashion ensemble consisted of a plaid long sleeve men's work shirt that had the sleeves cut out at the shoulders. As she rounded the back of Hurbert chair, I realized that her tits were jostling and jiggling a bit too lively beneath her shirt, and that she evidently wasn't wearing a bra beneath that flannel, a la-redneck maternity blouse.
"How many months are ya'long now, Mandy?" another of the in-laws asked her as she sat down the rolls and moved her hand away form them just in time to prevent Hurbert form injuring her in his attempt to murder the homemade bread she'd provided.
"Hmm?" she crooned, looking up at the old lady who'd spoken to her form across the table. "Oh, I'm about nine months now," she replied.
"Nine months?" Hurbert blurted between gulps of bread and gravy. "Look like you're nine months late with twins!" Before the last bit was spoken, my Mother-in-law was chunking peas at the old bastard. One bounced and shot him in the eye. "Dammit Margie! That was my good eye!" he muttered as he jumped up from the table and ran for the kitchen to rinse the pea-goop form his face and clothes.
Everyone was suddenly laughing their asses off, and I assumed this sort of thing must happen quite often and was what evidently passed for good ol'family amusement among my wife's clan.
By the time the laughter had died down, Mandy was reseated, and Hurbert was back enjoying his plate of rolls and gravy. Nervously, I returned to picking at my fourth helping of mashed potatoes.
Half an hour later, everyone was through eating. The men had jumped up and headed for wherever the hell hillbillies go when it's time to get out of work…hile the women all began picking up dishes and glasses and heading into the house to clean up. The kids, of course, ran tound the table and then the house, doing what hillbilly kids always do…get dirty and make noise. It only took a minute or two to realise that Trudy had abandoned me and I was now the only one sitting at the outdoor picnic table.
Well, except for Mandy.
"Bein' pregnant's got it's rewards…" she chirped with amusement, attempting to make conversation form the way down at the other end of the massive table. Her Southern twang was thick and drawn out. Her voice was airy and sensual just like any imaginable Southern sex queen's should be. As she spoke to me, I felt my pulse rising and I knew it was obvious that I was blushing.
"You must be shy…I am too," she added. "Most of the time, anyways."
"I'm not that shy…I just don't know anyone yet," I mumbled while trying to conceal my pink face by rubbing my stubbled cheeks.
"Aw yeah…you just married ta' Trudy, huh?"
"Yes…we're supposed to be on our honeymoon," I remarked, glancing around in hopes of seeing Trudy so that I could shoot her full of eye-darts.
"Yeah, I wish I was on a honeymoon," Mandy proffesed as she stood up and began walking towards my end of the table."Dang ol' bastard just bumped the boat and dove overboard on me."
I assumed she was reffering to her boyfriend or whatever, knocking her up and then high-tailing it. He was smart…I'd have run from this family too, if I'd had the chance.
With an undulating flop, she dropped her ass cheeks atop the table next to where I was sitting. She was less than a foot from me now, and I could smell her scent blowing in the humid breeze…some kind of mixture of lilac and sweat. For some strange reason, it seemed to arouse me. I froze and just stared up at her form my chair. She smile briefly and hefted her copious body up onto the table top. I now noticed that she had on no shoes. Hillbillies…go figure.
"You not gonna eat yer taters?" she asked, picking up my fork and licking at the mound of mashed potatoes that was still fermenting there on my plate.
"Uh…no," I answered, watching her with a curious eye as she twirled the potatoes with the fork.
"Aunt Marg makes pretty good taters…I like 'em," she said with a strange child-like innocence. Shortly thereafter, she lifted a fork full and gulped them down…eating them with my fork!
Okay…now I was beginning to believe this family was seriously deranged…or was it? Maybe she was flirting or something…the way she was carefully licking the fork clean with each bite made me begin to wonder.
"Boy, it shore is hot today," she asserted when she'd finished all of my potatoes. With nonchalance, she reached up and began to unbutton the top of the flannel shirt. One button…two…three…I was about to gasp as she fondled the fourth one down. But she stopped at three and smiled. "You from Chicago, huh?"
"What?"
"I said, you from Chicago, huh?"
Momentarily I was lost in the absence of bra material amid the vast visual spectacle of flesh that I could now plainly see beneath her shirt. The whole rounded tops pf her tits were nearly exploding up out of that damn plaid shirt…but she'd stopped just short of letting me see full cleavage.
"Er, Chicago…yeah…I'm from Chicago," I fumbled, trying to pull my eyes away form her nearly bared chest. I could definitely feel my cock sliding his way down my pants leg…like some evil boa constrictor reminding me that I was still a man…even if a married one.
"My name's Mandy…I'm Trudy's cousin. You're Rob, right?" she conversed casually as if my staring at her full tits hadn't caught her attention at all.
"Yeah, I'm Rob," I stammered and reached out to shake hands. Not watching what the hell I was doing, I accidentally bumped the table though, and some gravy form my plate flew up and splattered her shirt and shorts. "Oh geez…shit, I'm sorry," I blurted, frantically trying to get something to fix my accident.
"That's alright," she said with a giggle as she dabbed at the gravy droplets with a napkin. "Now I got me an excuse to cool off." And with that, she went for button number four on the flannel shirt and didn't stop this time until she'd shed the entire garment.
Well obviously she wasn't sitting there topless in the backyard…(unfortunately)…as it turned out, she was wearing a really tight latex bikini top beneath the shirt. I assumed her bras might have gotten too tight as well…and the bikini probably was more elastic and forgiving to her full jugs. But tits aside, her mammoth belly was just laid out for all the world to see. My eyes must have been bugging out of my head as I took in the entire size of it, plopped atop her lap there on that picnic table.
"Damn it's hot, ain't it?" she commented, rubbing her belly with one hand. She striked it for a moment or two and then let her fingers drift down to her distended belly button. And damn, it was big. She looked like somebody had sewn a half-dollar-size button on her stomach. And down form it, ran a light brown line that ended somewhere in the curvature of flesh beneath her belly. I felt my dick with excitement as I thought about where that line ended up at.
"Good Lord Mandy! What the hell are you a-doing?!" Margie barked from the backdoor of the kitchen.
"Put some clothes on afore you scare Rob ta death!"
"He's form Chicago, Aunt Marg…he ain't scared o' no pregnant woman! 'Side, it's hot and I spilt gravy on myshirt." Margie just shook her head and slammed the screen door back.
I fully expected Trudy to burst from the kitchen in full battle charge at any moment, but the seconds ticked by and nothing happened. Apparently Marg had bought Mandy's claim of innocence. I wondered though…because she was rubbing her big sweaty belly again…real sexy like.
"You ever been swimming in a creek afore, Rob?" she asked a few minutes later.
"No…why?" I asked out of curiosity as I watched a large bead of sweat trickle form her chin down her chest, between her tits and then across her behemoth belly.
"I feel like goin' swimming…but I don't wanna walk down ta the creek by myself," she replied. With a brief smile, she used both hands to hoist up er bikini cups. Her tits wriggled and quivered within them from the jarring motion. "Damn suit's too small," she added, blushing a bit as she realized that I was eye-locked on her cleavage. "Well anyway…would ya walk me down there?"
"Uh, I don't know…I guess I should…uh, you know…ask Trudy," I lamented like the pussy-whipped fella that I was.
"TRUDY!!" Mandy suddenly shouted toward the kitchen door.
Within seconds, Trudy appeared at the screen door with an attentive expression.
"Trudy, can Rob walk me down to the creek…I don't wanna go by myself."
"Uh!" Trudy grunted in disgust. "Well of course he can…he don't need my permission!" And with that, she slammed the door shut and dissapppeared back inside the house.
"Sorry Charlie…"Mandy taunted me. "Guess you gots ta walk the pregnant girl to the creek after all."
Well, I must admit…I did have permision from my wife, and so it was with got intentions in mind that I set out with Mandy towards this so-called creek. But my intentions faded quickly as we walked down the gravel road.
I fully expected Mandy to walk slowly, being as she was pregnant and all, but to my dismay, she took off at a rather speedy pace. I had to huff a bit to keep up with her. I lagged behind her at times though, just to watch her ass cheeks sway form side to side as they hung out the backs of her cutoffs. I would only catch up to her periodically…and then, only to glimpse her swinging jugs as they bounced and jiggled within her too-tight bikini.
Finally, we reached a small creek and she barreled off into the weeds and brush, down a well-worn trail. After a few limbducking moments, we emerged onto a small sandbar at the edge of the shallow little creek. I looked up and realized we were nearly beneath the old wooden bridge that cross the creek on the road above. Glancing around, I noted an ample array of discarded clothing here and there as well as the occasional beer bottle. The place struck me more or less as a "make-out" resort rather than some kind of family swimming hole.
"You gonna swim with me?" she asked as she waded into the edge of the murky water.
"Uh, I don't think so," I answered with reluctance.
She waded a bit further, maybe knee high, into the water and then turned around to face me. With a devilish little glint in her eye, she grabbed both sides of her bikini cups and pulled them up, allowing her bloated torpedoes to spill into full view. With an agonizingly sexy flop, they bounced and then recoiled atop her pregnant gut, shimmying in a fleshy dance until she grabbed them by the nipples and began pulling on them.
"Now do you wanna swim with me?" she asked again.
For some reason I don't quite recall if I took my pants off before or after I got in the water…all I remember is finding myself pressing my face down between her full titties…feeling her erect nipples and cookie-sized brown areola brushing the sides of my head softly as I nuzzled her breast bone.
"Oh-huh-ohhh," she was moaning above me. She sounded like we were already fucking, and all I'd done thus far was dive into her cleavage. I could feel her fingers clawing through my hair, pulling my head tighter against her chest, burying me even deeper in the fleshy folds of her milk towers.
With haste, I slid my hands down her back and prizing my fingers into the waistband of her cut-offs, I pressed her shorts downward. To my surprise, they slid easily…as she had already unbuttoned them in the front, apparantly, before she'd flipped her tits out.
Nearly instantly, I was on my back on the sandbar, her hands frantically ripping at my pullover shirt, trying to get it over my head. Like I said, I don't remember much about my pants…but after the shirt came off, I realized I wasn't wearing any…where and when they went, I claim no knowledge. Perhaps it was my moral subconcious that blocked the event out…trying to protect my sanity form this act of infedelity…or maybe I was just too horny to give a shit at the time.
"Oh shit…you got on bikinis", she whispered through clenched teeth as she stopped her frantic molestation on me. Now she just sat atop my legs and stared intently at my crotch.
I realized my dickhead was sticking out at the side and I moved to pull them the rest of the way off so that we could get on with business, but when I moved, she grabbed my hand.
"No…don't," she prompted me. "I juss gos a thing for men's bikini underwear," she explained as she pressed both hands down onto my dick and nuts. "Um-um-ummm," she hummed as she slid her fingers down into my underwear and pulled the waistband down enough for her to see my goodies.
"I don't mean to rush you…but uh-" I commented, motioning her to let me take the rest of the way off.
She smirked at me and arched an eyebrow. And then, with one instantaneous swipe of her right hand, she completely ripped my undies off and flung them into the creek. "Uh oh," she giggled. "What you gonna tell cousin Trudy now?"
I may somewhat dismayed at this, and thought she really was a little off mentally once more…but then it hit me that I was gonna have hell explaining what happened to my now missing underwear. It was about that instant that I really panicked.
"Uh, maybe we shouldn't be-" I asserted and attempted to get out from under her.
"I'll tell you what you can tel cousin Trudy…" Mandy interupted me. "You can tell her you got hard watching her cousin's tits and then you went down to the creek with her and then you fucked her pregnant pussy till you nuts hurt!"
"Wait just a damn minute here-" I attempted to take control of the situation, but before I could finish my sentence, Mandy had dropped down plugged my engorged eight-inch cock into her mouth. She was bobbing up and down with feverish intent, even before my last word was out. "Oh, shit…man…fuck…" I mumbled to myself as I reached to push her away…but I just couldn't do it. Her lips and mouth felt too good on my stiff boner and I was so horny I couldn't stand it. I wanted her to suck me…to suck me till my nuts blasted a load.
"Oh yeah…suck it, baby," I whispered to her as she bobbed faster and faster. I decided to lie back and try to enjoy it…but just as I leaned backwards, I felt my balls begin to chum.
"Oh, yeah…here it comes," I groaned and relaxed my hold.
As if by second nature, she knew the exact second to pop off my cock. As she lifted her face up, a gooey wad of saliva trailed form her lips to my fat cock. A XXX-rated image if I ever saw one. Just as she cleared my dick, the first load of cum blasted out and shot up onto her face. Then the second and third and fourth…and so on till my nut sac ached.
I watched in awe as she wiped and licked the cum from her face and then went back down on my dick to suck out the remnants and stragglers. When she'd finished, she rose back up and crawled up to my face and then said," I know what else you can tell cousin Trudy."
"And that would be?" I asked with nonchalance.
"You can tell her that her pregnant cousin sucked you off and ate yer cum."
"Has anyone told you…that you're kinda weird?" I asked, wiping away a bit of my spunk from her left cheek. I could feel her full tits hanging atop my own chest now as she hung over me, pinning me to the sandbar. Her immense belly felt like a gigantic water balloon as it weighted down my midsection.
"Weird? Naw…except when I do stuff like this," she retorted.
"Like sucking you cousin's newly-wed husband behind her back?" I asserted.
"Noooo," she groaned. "I only get weird when I do this," she added and with great muscular stress she pushed herself upright on her knees and then grabbed my cocked with one hand. With easy calm, she bent it upright to parallel her own body, and then she straddled it, pressing it deep inside her.
"I'm only weird when I fuck my cousin's newly-wed husband behind her back," she pronounced as she began a slow gyration.
"Oh Holy Shit…" I crooned as her wet pussy soaked up my dick like a sponge. Within moments her hips were working like a well-oiled pumping machine. I gawked up at her in sheer disbelief as she worked my dick like a siphoning hose with her pussy. It was no wonder she'd gotten knocked up…what man could hold his load with her doing this to him?
What started out as smooth vaginal intercourse soon became a fierce game of fuck and dodge.
I'd never fucked a pregnant woman before, and all I'd read about it plainly proclaimed that pregnant women could only do it from behind or to the side. Mandy was ruining that theory with blatant inthusiasm. Not only was she ontop, but she was thrusting like a non-pregnant lass. I'd never before witnessed such unabated frolicking atop my cock, and mind you…I've had quite a few ladies positioned there from time to time. This knocked up cousin-in-law was a wildcat and she seemed to take no notice of her swollen condition.
Unfortunately, I can't say the same. With her tremendous weight bearing down on me, I could do little more than just lie there and take in the view. And what a view it was. My eyes bulged and my heart raced as I watched her body leap into the air and then crash back down, her enormous stomach slamming down into me in full 3D action. It was like watching her through a fish-eye camera lens. All I could see at times was her massively pregnant stomach and distended belly button, bouncing and flopping in every conceivable direction in rhythm with her pussy.
"Oh Gawd…yes…YES!" she was moaning louder and louder now, and I could tell she was about climax. I could feel my own load building up once more and I squinced hard to prevent it from going anywhere too soon.
"Uh-huh-oh-ohh!!" she was panting and out of breath, and for a few seconds, she seemed out of control, her body contorting and jiggling all out of sync. I could see beads fipping from her body and flying off into the sand beside me. Driblets were flinging from the end of her big brown nipples and they reminded me of what she might look like squirting milk from them. My dick throbbed and I fought to control the torturous load of cum that was filling my valves.
"Shit…shit…oh, now…GAWD-YES-NOW!!!!!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs as she flew into enraged orgasm. She shuddered all over as if she were having a seizure of some sort. I say her body stopped…but actually it didn't. She stopped…her tits kept going. She sunked to a sitting position on my cock and ceased her spasmodic fucking, but her milkmakers continued to bustle to and from like two overly-playful puppies, finally settling down after several moments of flopping and jiggling.
"Oh shit, that was good…you got such a big dick," Mandy commented when her eyes rolled back down.
"Speaking of which…could I finish now?" I insisted rather rudely.
"You got another load? Well fuck me," she snickered.
"I'm trying to," I smarted off.
With little reluctance, she rolled over on the sand bar and spread her legs for me. She had a completely shaven pussy and her lips were all puffed up from fucking, so when I pressed my dick into her, it felt like I was enveloping myself in a wet velvet condom…tight and soft.
"Oh Gawd…it feels even bigger," she whimpered in ecstacy,"Go all the way…push it in me, baby."
With no further prompting necessary, I slid my salami deeper until my nut sac bump her. I wanted to start with a slow precision so as not to hurt her, but the ache in my balls pushed me to jam. I fought it for a few seconds, but was eventually overcome by the desire to just fuck the dogshit out of her.
"Oh just fuck me dammit!" she growled, and grabbed a hold of both her tits to prevent them from slapping her in the chin when my rampage started.
With her blessing, I cut loose. In less than two minutes, I was nearing my climax. I slowed a bit to try and prolong it…to enjoy it. I concentrated on the feel of her twat around my cock…the way it slipped around my shaft with wet-oiled precision, in and out, with not the slightest resistance. I could smell her scent again and now, stroger than before…lilac and sweat…more sweat now than anything. I could feel that sweat, thick and sticky, all over both our bodies…its liquid aroma mingling with the scent of her pussy as I fucked it harder and harder.
"Oh shit, I'm…I'm…I'm cumming again…" she gasped between jolts. I opened my own eyes now and took in the scene below me. There in the sand, she'd released her tits, and was clawing madly at the white powder around her…her eyes rolling back in her head…her back arching like a frightened cat.
Her tits were too full…and they were out of control. On her back, they just draped in whatever direction they felt like, and under the massive concussions of my cock pumping, they were making circular motions and just plain jarring flops. Movements that were so severe in force, that they were jerking the rest of her body with them.
She was squirming and quivering all over, as she twisted and arched there underme in the sand. I felt the first load of cum shoot into her about the time she hit full orgasm. It was then that she began to fuck me in return…rather than just receiving. Her pelvis began to buck and jerk like she was trying to pull my dick off with her pussy.
"Give it to me, dammit…more, MORE, MORE!" she screamed at me in some psycotic orgasmic rage.
For a few moments it felt like her pussy was sucking my cock…sucking it like a vacuum, trying to drain it of any seed it had left. Just for an instant I thought I could imagine her belly growing larger as my cum poured into her. And that belly…oh, for the love of all things large…it was huge and it was just bouncing and recoiling up and down, springing so hard that it was atually hitting her tits at times, causing a massive collision of flesh and sweat and sand.
Slowly and with agonizing continuity, my dick dumped the rest of my load into her. As she sensed my easing release, she too calmed down and slowed her fucking drive. But even when I'd completely quit moving, I could still feel her beneath me, tensing her vaginal muscles…working the last bits of cum from my shaft, sucking my nuts dry of all their life-giving fluids.
"Excuse me!" someone called out from the edge of the creek bank.
"Oh, shit!" I nearly screamed as I looked up and realized it was Trudy…you remember…my wife.
She was standing there with the look of disbelief and an arched eyebrow. Hands on her hips. I had the sudden waking nightmare of being lynched by her hillbilly family…possibly chased by a shotgun-weilding Uncle Hurbert…all the while, hearing Mandy laughing.
"Baby. I'm sorry…" was all I could force from my lips.
"Damn straight you're fucking sorry,"
I backed out of Mandy and sat upright on my knees. Inadvertently, I noticed my now limp eight incher was dripping cum on the sand between Mandy's thighs. And Mandy…was just lying there, with her hands behind her head in the sand, as leisurely as could be…seemingly unconcerned with our predicament.
"I was…I was…just uh…" I tried and failed to find a reasonable excuse for being caught with my fat, cum-dripping dick in my wife's pregnant cousin.
"What ya was doin'…was fucking my cousin on the sandbar," Trudy retorted in the silence that followed my failed verbal defense. I noted her Southern accent peeking through…something that only happened when she got really horny…really horny. But that wasn't right…couldn,t be that…or could it?
"Did ya watch?" Mandy asked with an arrogant tone to Trudy.
"Damn straight I did…I didn't know apregnant bitch could move like that," my wife retorted with snickering giggle.
"You can do a lot of things with yer husband's fat dick in ya,"Mandy quipped as she rolled over her side in the sand where she could see Trudy back at the bank. "Pregnant belly or not."
"Excuse me…am I missing something here?" I asked hesitantly…fearful of what kind of bizzare hillbilly answer I might get in response.
"Long story, Rob…back in school, I stole her boyfriend and she caught us fucking in the sandbar here. And this was just Mandy's way of getting revenge…by fucking my husband on the sandbar." Trudy snickered a bit and began fingering the collar of her blouse…which I noticed was now unbuttoned nearly down to her tits. She seemed uncomfortable, but yet…something else as well.
"I figured she might do this, and I felt kinda bad about having screwed her boyfriend way back when, so I kinda just let her do it…just to clear up the animosity between us."
"Okay," I stammered."You knew she was gonna try and seduce me…so you just let her because you felt bad about screwing her boyfriend? So you're not mad? At me, that is?"
"I was at first…but I followed ya'll" there went the accent again,"and when ya'll started fucking, I just lost it…back there in the trees. I pulled my pants down and just firgged my pussy till I creamed myself."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing…it was a crazy sex fantasy come to life.
"I've never been that horny in my life…never felt so damn excited as I did watching you cram all eight inches in to her pregnant twat. Her full titties bouncing all over and that gall-damned whopper belly of hers…pounding against you." By this point, Trudy had unbuttoned her blouse another two buttons and had one hand up into it. I assumed, tweaking her own nipple…something I'd never seen her do before.
"I swear I must've cum six times…first time when I saw you shoot yer shit on her face, and then again when she was on top…and all during and then I fell completely down back therein the dirt, when you got on top and started driving her cunt all over the sand there. I lost my balance and just had to lie down in the bushes and fuck myself…gawd, I'm surprised you didn't hear me."
"You married a slut," Mandy commented."She used to steal boyfriends and fuck'em for the hell of it. Betcha didn't know that, didcha?"
I glanced up from Mandy to look back at Trudy…and to my shock, she'd already popped open her shirt and had her bra hiked up, playing with her own C-cup tits. With the voracious tenacity, she was pulling and twisting on her nipples till they were standing out a good inch…I'd never seen them so fucking big before.
They were bright cherry red and growing more crimson by the moment.
"You know, if you weren't pregnant, I'd have to kick your ass, Mandy,"Trudy snorted with the humorous snipe at the cousin. "But since you are, and I can't …I guest I'll just have to let you fuck my husband all you want."
"Do what?" I blurted in shock.
"I'm sorry honey…I just seem to get off crazy watching you fuck her…would you do it again…please?" Trudy had her pooky-lip-please expression in full throttle. I couldn't say no…she was just too damn cute. "Put yer fat ol' cock in her…please?"
I was bounded to do it…hell, I was coming out good just not being lynched for fucking around on my new wife…if I pissed her off now…I was liable to get lynched anyway.
"But honey, I'm kinda…well tired, and I don't think I can-" I whined in an effort to avoid her request.
"I don't think you get it Rob…I asked nicely. Now you either put yer fucking dick in her, or I'll see if ol' Uncle Hurbertcan still shoot straight with his good eye," Trudy had a look of quiet calm in her face as hse spoke these words. It was a side of her I'd never seen. There were a lot of things I evidently didn't know about her…and her family.
"Oh no, not again…"Mandy giggled in mockery of my predicament as I fondled my dick into an erect form and prepared to push it back into her. "By the way, Rob…welcome to the family."
