“I am pregnant.”
I spat my beer out. What. The. Fuck.
No, it’s not mine, if that’s what you are thinking.
I was chatting with an old friend from the office, Mouli. She recently got married to some guy via AM. I think it’s just been over a year, and now she drops me with this bomb.
No one could resist that ass – I had told my friends. Amongst my list of female friends, Mouli is a bit unique. See, I am more of a boob guy. I love tits. Big, Small, round, perky. My tongue does not care. But Mouli is the first one for whose ass I fell head over heels.
I could worship that large bubble butt. I mean, she has a great smile, no doubt. I have never not seen her smile. But when she turns to leave, ooh, Lala. I always wanted to bite those buns. While we have had some history, my experience with Mouli has been limited to drunken groping during office parties and dances.
Me – “Congrats, Mouli! I am so happy for you!”
Mouli – “Thanks so much! Come by when you come to Bangalore. No Excuses this time.”
Me – “Definitely. I won’t miss it.”
I went over for a day’s visit. Her husband was a nice, friendly guy who was really chill. We shared a couple of beers over lunch before he had to go to his office. After he left, Mouli and I were catching up. She was looking quite radiant, and I guess now I knew what pregnant glow meant.
Mouli was looking much more gorgeous, with her belly sticking out slightly. Her breasts were much bigger than I remembered. Lost in my thoughts and slightly tipsy, I didn’t realize I was staring at her tits.
Mouli – “Hello?? My eyes are up here.”
Whoops.
Me – “Hey, a person is allowed to look at beautiful things. Your smile is not the only one.”
Smirking and blushing lightly, she slapped my arm.
Mouli – “Asshole. Damn, have you been working out?”
Indeed, I was. Not to impress anyone but rather for my health. I didn’t wanna be in my 30s with back pain.
Me – “Absolutely. Need strong arms to lift the ladies and sweep them off their feet, you know!”
Mouli – “Haha! Stop staring at them.”
Me – “At what? Say it.”
Mouli – “Them. You know what.”
Me – “Say it, Mouli. What should I not stare at?”
Mouli – “Ugh. Stop staring at my boobs.”
Me – “No. I like how they have become bigger. I wanna touch them.”
Saying so, I started to move my hand towards them. Mouli swatted it away.
Mouli – “Ew, no. We aren’t kids anymore.”
I winked and said, “You are not. I am definitely one. I need my treats, Mouli.”
Maybe it was our history, the excitement of doing an adulterous activity or pregnancy hormones. This time, Mouli did not stop my hand. I reached over and held her left breast in my hand. Mouli’s breathing became heavier, and she closed her eyes.
Smiling lightly, I ran my hand all over and moved to the right breast. This brought me closer to her. I could smell her hair and hear her breath. I stopped myself before I ended up kissing her. However, I placed myself next to her neck as I kept pressing her breasts.
I started to breathe lightly into her while inhaling her jasmine body fragrance. I was incredibly turned on, and the proof was in the tent that appeared in my jeans. My dick was struggling to straighten itself. I promised myself I would allow it the space.
I lightly tugged at Mouli’s T-shirt with the intention of fondling her breasts with no restrictions. Mouli reacted to that, stopping my hands.
Mouli – “Vicky, no. Please.”
Me – “Mouli, baby, please. It’s been 6 years.”
To reduce her resistance, I kissed her earlobes and bit them lightly. She took a sharp breath, and I continued pulling up the T-shirt. I kept kissing and lightly nibbling her earlobes, knowing it was one of her weak points.
With her T-shirt sitting on top of her exposed breasts, the only I could enjoy her sweet tits was if she sat on my lap.
Me – “Baby. Sit on me. On my lap.”
Annoyed at the pause in her pleasure, she grudgingly moved herself carefully on my lap. Noticing the large tent in my jeans, she smirked.
Mouli – “Someone is excited to come out.”
I didn’t respond but now lifted her breasts in each hand, enjoying the heaviness of her brown tits. Beautiful, large and chocolate-coloured, topped off with dark brown nipples. Her breasts had given in to gravity and now started to sag a little bit.
While I enjoy myself an occasional perky tit, I was imagining Mouli’s globes will be bouncing all around when she rides my cock. Lifting her tits in my hands, I started to lick and bite them.
“Aah,” she moaned and arched her back in pleasure. I bit her dark brown nubs with a little force, making her scream a little bit. I enjoy that. A bit of pain and pleasure is a heady mix. She slapped me in return.
Mouli – “Keep doing it. Don’t stop.”
I had no such intention. However, the real prize was her booty. The big beautiful butt. With one of her tits in my mouth, I moved my hands to her ass cheeks. Even with a track pant in the way, I started to fondle those thick, firm globes.
Mouli – “Oh god, Vicky! Press them harder!”
I obeyed. I spanked her ass hard. With one hand gripping her butt cheek hard, I spanked her through her thin tracks.
Mouli – “Ouch! Ohh! Asshole!”
She definitely liked it. I was on cloud 9 by now. Her deep, rich fragrance invaded my nostrils. Her thick erect nipples in my lips and two hands exploring her butt. It was a complete sensory overload. I nearly came then and there.
Me – “Oh god, Mouli, you are a fucking heaven. Your husband is so lucky.”
She winked and said, “Right now, you are my husband.”
I grabbed her by her neck and pulled her towards me for a kiss. The kiss was rough, passionate and violent, our lips and tongue mashing together. As we separated, we stared at each other with lust shining in our eyes.
Me – “You are heavy, Mouli!”
Mouli – “Sssh…let me show you heaven.”
She put her index finger to my lip to shut me up and got off my lap. Struggling a bit to get down on her knees, she started to tug down at my jeans.
Me – “You ok, Mouli? It’s ok if you wanna stay on the couch.”
Mouli – “Shh.”
Well, who am I to argue when I am about to get blown by a dusky beauty? With my jeans at my feet, Mouli started to jerk my black cock in her palms, her soft palms hardening my cock further. She looked up at me and put her lips at the head of my cock.
With our eyes locked and her lips formed in an ‘O, she started to go down my cock.
“Aah,” I moaned, enj ying the feel of moist lips on my cock after a long time. She kept her hands on my thighs and started to bob her head up and down slowly, sucking me softly. I was indeed in heaven. I lay back on the couch, my thighs spread apart, my eyes closed, clutching her thick, rich hair.
A couple of minutes later, I gave in to my urge to fuck her mouth. I gripped her head, lifted my ass and thrust in her mouth, pushing my cock deep down her mouth.
Mouli – “Ughh…ughh…ughhh,” she gagged.
But I didn’t let go and kept thrusting. Mouli started to struggle a bit more, so I pulled my cock out, leaving her gasping for air. I watched those big tits jiggle up and down as she breathed in.
I brushed the messy hair out of the way and pulled her up for a kiss, tasting her. We spent a minute kissing before I laid her back on the couch, this time being my turn to make her moan.
Me – “Lie back and open your legs, Mouli.”
Mouli removed her track pants and spread out her thick thighs. I marvelled at her slightly hairy, brown pussy that I was about to devour. Licking my lips, I pulled her legs on my fat legs on my shoulders, positioning my mouth on her pussy.
Maintaining eye contact with her, I started landing light kisses on her inner thighs. Mouli started to hiss in pleasure. I kept biting her soft thighs, occasionally digging in deep and kept licking around her pussy but never touching it.
Mouli – “Fucker, eat me. Stop teasing.”
I smirked and started teasing her by touching my tongue to her lips and removing it. Pissed off by my teasing, Mouli grabbed my head and pushed my face into her pussy. Inhaling her scent, I slurped her wet pussy. Opening her pussy lips wide, I shoved my tongue in her.
Holding her thighs apart, I kept darting my tongue in pussy.
Mouli – “Aaahhh….abbaa….don’t stop!”
A while later, sweaty and messed up, Mouli started to get up. But I had not had my fill. I laid down beside her on the couch but pushed two fingers into her pussy, making her scream a little. I suppressed her scream with my kiss. She struggled against my mouth.
I held her head and kept kissing her. I kept thrusting my fingers inside her. Hard. After a couple of minutes of thrusting, I stopped. Mouli slapped me hard. What the fuck.
Mouli – “Keep doing it. Don’t fucking stop.”
I grinned and went back to fingering her. I changed my pattern. I would finger her hard and then suddenly stop, and Mouli would slap me again. A while later, Mouli fell back against the couch, dead tired. She reached out, pulled me onto her and started to kiss me.
She stuck her tongue out, and I sucked her tongue slowly, biting her lips and tongue lightly. My fingers were still wet with her pussy juice, and I had an idea. I offered her my fingers, and she looked a little confused.
Me – “Suck it, Mouli.”
She held my hand and started to suck my middle finger. Slowly and sensually, as if giving my finger a blowjob, she licked and sucked the entire finger. God, she was so sexy. I just pushed her down and went down on her neck.
She smelled so sexy – a mixture of rose, chocolate and sweat. I nibbled and licked my way around her neck and cleavage. Suddenly, she pushes me back, looks me in the eye and says.
Mouli – “Enough, Vicky. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard. I want to fucked rough.”
As much as I would love to, she was pregnant.
Me – “You sure, baby? I want to, but you are pregnant.”
Mouli – “Yeah, take me to my bedroom and fuck me hard there.”
Well, why would I say no when the lady wants me to fuck her brains out. We got up from the couch and went to her bedroom. Mouli was looking like a true definition of a BBW – Big Beautiful Woman.
She was lying on the bed, her thick legs spread apart and her stomach bulging out sexily. Her breasts were trembling with anticipation, and her erect nipples were waiting to be sucked by me. I walked between her legs, my black cock standing straight, eager to go into her warm dark hole.
Mouli reached out and grabbed my cock, jerking it a bit and guiding it into her pussy. We both moaned loudly. My cock was engulfed with her pussy juice,s and her muscles started to grip it hard. I started to thrust slowly, sliding my cock in and out.
Mouli was running her hands through her hair in pleasure, which started to drive me wild. I gripped one leg, lifted it on my shoulder, and started to thrust in harder. I was turned on even more from watching her moan, so I doubled down on my thrusting.
Going full missionary, I went on, taking care of her stomach and gripping her hands. As I looked into her eyes, I gave a singular, deep thrust. Mouli’s eyes rolled up in pleasure. With my heavy body restricting her movement and my hands gripping hers.
I started to thrust slowly but deeply, making her moan with each push. Her breasts were spilling all over, jiggling with each thrust I made in her pussy. Ten minutes or so later, I paused my thrust and lay my head on her breasts, quietly suckling her nipples like the baby she would have soon.
Mouli – “Done? I expected better, Vicky!” she said playfully.
Me – “Hardly. I want to fuck you doggy style. I want to see my cock disappear in that giant assof yours.”
Mouli – “Oh, naughty. Alright.”
She got up slowly, gathered pillows for support and laid down with her ass jutting out at me. Could I get any harder? That ass from my fantasy – I could hardly believe it. Before I could ram in her pussy from back, I grabbed her ass cheeks, spread them apart and exposed her asshole.
The dark brown puckered hole was just so tempting, and I pushed my tongue into it. She was taken completely by surprise and was not ready for the waves of pleasure washing over her. Mouli screamed – into the pillows, luckily – and pushed her ass further into my face.
I bit her ass cheeks, leaving my teeth marks on her chocolate buns. Gripping her ass cheeks, I continued lapping her asshole and pushing my large index finger down it. A couple of minutes of rimming her, I took my cock and placed it on her pussy. Grabbing her love handles, I thrust hard and deep into her pussy.
I started ramming her with hard, slow, hard thrusts. I was watching my black cock vanish between two large ass cheeks. They were near-perfect globes, marred with my teeth marks.
I knew I was about to cum soon. So with the last bit of my energy, I got up on the bed and started ramming my cock down into her pussy. I was groaning. As I was about to cum I took my cock out and spilt my seed on her ass cheeks.
Mouli reached out and scooped a bit of my cum and licked it. Oh god, I was not expecting that.
Mouli – “Mmm…tasty. You could have cum inside me.”
Me – “Yeah, but I always thought of cumming on your ass and back.”
She licked her lips and pulled me closer. Taking my now soft cock in her lips, she sucked and cleaned it off. Getting up, she pulled me into a kiss, a much lighter, softer version of what happened a while back. I could taste her juice and my cum on her.
Me – “I wish I knew you were such a slut. I would have fucked you so much more back then.”
Mouli – “Oh, baby, you would have loved me. I wanted to ride your cock back then. You could watch my boobs jump around.”
Me – “Fucking slut.”
With that, we kissed each other till I had to leave a while later.
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