Pregnant Woman Offers Milk To Man During Picnic

Title: The Ripe Melons

The warm sun dripped over her creamy skin as she reclined on the checkered picnic blanket. Her caramel hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her cherubic face. breasts that strained against the buttons of her overstretched blouse. She was in her third trimester, pregnant with twins, and her breasts had grown to voluptuous proportions to prepare for their arrival. Two juicy, succulent melons, ripe for the picking.

The man opposite her, her husband Mark, couldn’t take his eyes off the sexy curves of her gravid body. His cock twitched in his shorts, straining to be free. He licked his lips, eyes glued to the sight of his wife’s hard, protruding nipples tenting her blouse.

“Honey, I’m so thirsty,” she cooed in her melodious voice. “Could you get me some lemonade?” Her brown eyes twinkled impishly.

Mark scrambled to stand, eager to please his goddess. “But of course, my dear. I’ll be right back!”

As he retreated to the cooler, the pregnant woman unfastened her blouse, letting her tits spring free. They bounced and jiggled, gravity defying, flawless and perfect. Bending forward, she aimed her luscious tits at the camera, smearing on some lotion.

“You want some too, don’t you?” she purred in the microphone. Her fingers played with her stiff nipples and the traitorous streams started to flow. Drops of warm, sweet milk spurted from their tips, glistening in the sunlight. She squeezed them and the streams turned into a steady flow. The milk dripped down the valley of her cleavage…

Suddenly, Mark returned, surprised to find his wife in such a compromising position. “Ohhh, I see you found something else to quench your thirst,” he chuckled, taking in the erotic scene before him. He stalked closer, eyes lust drunk on her ample cleavage.

“Mmm hmm… but I can’t seem to reach,” she said enticingly, giving her tits a little shake. “They’ve grown so heavy with the twins.”

She lifted one ripe melon into her hands, offering it to her husband like a nodding joustress. “Here, sweetie, suckle from me. Let me give you an extra special treat.”

Mark didn’t need to be asked twice. He bent forward, tongue out, lapping at the milky spigot, moaning in delight at the musky, sweet taste. He suckled hard, drawing in the creamy gift of his wife’s body. Icy cold on his tongue, an eruption of warmth spread through his joins.

“That’s it baby,” she urged, “drink from me. I love it when you suckle from my big mommy tits…”

Her compliments grew filthier by the second as the man drank his fill, growing drunk from more than just the milk. It was the thrill of the flesh, the taboo, the everything. Mark’s hard cock throbbed in his shorts, regretfully pulling back.

“Hehe, someone’s excited for dessert,” his wife giggled, rubbing her stiff, milk covered nipples, eyes twinkling. She pulled Mark on top of her, still on her back, and reached down to fish out his enormous cock. Mama knows best…

The couple began to insatiably make out, hands groping, bodies writhing. Mark ground his thick man-meat into her sopping wet pregnant slit, slick with milk and pre-cum. Her swollen tits bounced and slapped against his chest.

“Ooh, Momma’s going to squeeze those babies out tonight,” she moaned into his mouth. “Gonna milk you for every last drop.”

He groaned into her, bucking his hips back and forth, stimulating her engorged clit. “Mmm yeah, give them big milk filled tits. My boys are gonna look so cute suckling from mommy while daddy suckles too…”

“You bet they are. Momma’s gonna be the best cock sucker and tit suckler in the land!” she giggled, licking the back of his neck.

Mark lifted himself up, wrapping his hands around the massive globes of her breasts. “You know what I want, woman?” He said gruffly.

“What, baby?”

“One of those babies in each melon while I wrists-fuck you from below. Gonna bury myself so deep inside this fertile cunt.”

“Oh fuck yes, give it to Momma,” she replied excitedly, pushing her tits together for him. He slammed his cock in and began to stuff her drooling twat full of his seed. Stars exploded across her vision as he pummeled her insides, milk spraying everywhere.

Their bodies writhed with ecstasy, grinding, bucking, humping, groping. Milk flew, a steady stream of sexual waterfall. Mark gripped the handles of her pregnant belly, pushing her up and splaying her legs. He reared his hips and slammed into the limits of her, over and over, milking her violently.

“Yes, yes, yes!!” she screamed, cupping her boobs, spraying milk everywhere. “Fucking breed me! Knock me up with your twin babies!” She came with a scream, her pussy squirting, his cock shooting rope after rope of potent cum inside her.

Mark collapsed on top of her, both heaving for air. But he wasn’t done yet. Rolling onto his back and pulling her on top, he squeezed those ripe melons with both hands, sucking on each nipple mercilessly. The excess milk spurted out over his face as he squeezed and played with her massive breasts like a toy.

They fed each other in fancy like for a while, one giant mouth, two throbbing cocks, four rock hard nipples. The pregnant woman rode him then, sliding up and down his erection, stuffing her hungry pussy, bucking like a bucking bronco. They came together in chocolate covered nipples, slobbering suds all over themselves…

Bundling themselves into the blanket, the fresh load of cum oozing into her pussy and tits, they spooned for a nap in the midday sun. The camera caught their last breathless twists, slowing down to a sweet dalliance. Milk ran down their chin. It was a beautiful sight, one that would live in infamy.

The End