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Chapter 05 (The College Student and Pregnant Kelly)

A few Saturday's later,Dan was putting his breakfast dishes away and cleaning up his condo. As he cleaned, he opened the windows to get some fresh air circulating. It was great fall day, sunny with a slight breeze, still warm enough – though barely – for shorts and a t-shirt. Some friends were coming by in an hour or so to pick him up. They were going to watch the USC game at Jack Sullivan's in Lincoln Park.

As he returned to his condo from the recycling bin by the trash chute, his phone rang in two short bursts, indicating that it was the security system. Though he wasn't expecting anyone this early, he pressed the "talk" button on his phone. "Hello?"

"It's me," he heard clearly. He knew who it was and was surprised at her appearance. Without saying a word, he buzzed Kelly through the security doors. Giving her a minute or so to ascend in the elevator, Dan opened the door and waited for her to round the corner from the elevator bank. But his first sighting was not of Kelly.

Instead, he saw a slightly worn Bugaboo stroller round the corner, a toddler strapped into the seat. It was followed only a moment later by Kelly. 'What a fucking whore,' he thought. 'Takes the kid out for a walk, leaving her husband at home, and comes over here to spread her legs.'

"Well, what do we have here?" he inquired with false innocence.

"Evelyn and I were out for a walk and I thought I'd stop by and say hi," she responded as she brought the stroller to a stop at the threshold into Dan's condo. "Is that all right? Busy?"

"Of course, of course. Come on in," he offered, moving aside so Kelly and the stroller could enter. As Kelly passed him, she gave Dan a quick, chaste peck on the cheek, leaving a smear of pink lipstick on his cheek. Her lovely scent – Bulgari? – wafted on the air as she parked the stroller in front of the floor-to-ceiling window that offered a magnificent view of a park beneath and the city skyline beyond.

Closing the door, Dan moved to his couch as he marveled at Kelly's beauty. Here it was, a Saturday morning, and this woman was put together. Prada driving shoes on her dainty feet, khaki pedal-pushers below her trim waste, and a white, cotton oxford above, hugging her phenomenal tits. A simple platinum pendant hung from her neck; he seemed to recall seeing the bean-like shape at Tiffany a while back. Her make-up was lightly applied – she didn't really need to wear much – and her French-manicured nails looked as though they'd just been done. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail.

"In the neighborhood, huh?" Dan questioned, falling into the corner of the couch.

"Yeah, I just wanted Evelyn to get some fresh air."

"This isn't really your neighborhood. Quite a walk."

"I suppose," she responded, somewhat sheepishly, as she sat beside him.

"Well, I guess it's the exercise that keeps that hot body in shape, huh?"

"Plenty of it," she responded with a smirk, her left hand lightly rubbing his bare thigh. Dan shivered at her touch, the way her nails lightly scraped the skin of his leg. He could feel the warmth of her hand radiate throughout his body. But this was a little weird, even for him. Her daughter was not ten feet away.

"Uh, Kelly. Maybe you shouldn't do that. You might start something that you can't finish . . . not right now, anyway."

"Oh, I can finish," she purred, moving to lean her hard body against Dan. He felt her full tits press against his arm. Her hand traveled upward and snaked underneath the opening of his shorts; the fabric caught on her engagement ring, but that was not going to stop this slutty mom.

"Your daughter's right there, Kelly. We shouldn't do this. Not in front of her," he said without much conviction. Kelly's warm hand had found his thickening cock behind his boxers, and he felt her long nails scrape along his balls before her fingers encircled the shaft.

"We're not in front of her, Dan. The window is in front of her. We're behind her. We can fuck behind her back and she'll never know, just like we do behind Mike's back," she said, her hand stroking Dan's now-blood-engorged shaft. She managed to gather some pre-cum from the tip to serve as lubrication. "Besides," she continued, as she leaned up and nibbled Dan's earlobe, "I had plenty of cock in my cheating cunt when she was in the womb. No reason to avoid cock just because she's in the room." Kelly giggled at her rhyme, and Dan couldn't really fault the logic. Of course, his cognitive abilities were quickly slipping away, and vanished all together when Kelly's manicured hand found his zipper and, releasing it, fished his cock out of his shorts and into the cool air of the condo.

Dan realized they were picking up where they left off last time. He settled back further into the corner of the couch, on pins and needles as he waited for Kelly's story of pregnant infidelity to unfold. Kelly leaned down and spit a copious amount of saliva onto his shaft and began stroking it with her left hand. As her soft voice carried to his ears, Dan closed his eyes and settled in for the ride.

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Kelly was seven months pregnant with Evelyn in the spring of 2002. She was definitely showing, her hard, sexy belly stretched out before her, her bellybutton now an outie. Thankfully, she carried her pregnancy largely in her stomach and breasts; her legs and ass were still trim, and one could not discern her pregnant state by looking at her face; she remained as beautiful as ever.

Nonetheless, the pregnancy took a lot out of her. She was often tired and fatigued, and even cranky at times, but when energy came, she took advantage, and would exercise, run errands, or just go for walks. On this May day, Kelly, full of energy, decided that she would go for a long walk. The weather was beautiful and spring was in the air, as they say. Earlier that day, she had seen Mike off to work and taken a shower.

Getting dressed, Kelly spied herself in the full length mirror that hung on the bathroom wall. Without being conceited, she knew she was a beautiful woman. Often, she dressed to please, not just Mike or herself, but anyone else who cared to view her body. This morning was no different. It was still a little cool, so she threw on a pair of comfortable cotton pants. After stuffing her massive tits – 34D normally, but now approaching an E-cup with the pregnancy – into her bra, she pulled a white, long-sleeve cotton t-shirt over her head. It fit snugly around her upper body, but it still fit; it was a pregnancy top she had found at Bellydance in Bucktown. It was made from material that stretched to accommodate her expanding belly and bra-line. Stretched across her giant tits, somewhat distorted due to their size, was the phrase, "We're Hungry."

She smoothed her light-pink-manicured fingers across the words, trying to straighten them, but failed. Looking in the mirror before heading out, Kelly thought she looked damn good for a woman who was almost ready to drop. Pulling her hair into a ponytail, she gathered one of her purses – a Gucci clutch – and her keys, and left the walk-up.

She walked down the street to the local Starbucks for a latte. Though her lattes were a daily ritual before her pregnancy, she couldn't drink coffee often during the pregnancy because of the caffeine. However, her obstetrician said that a little coffee here and there wouldn't hurt. As she walked the few blocks, she was not immune from noticing the heads she turned. The streets were full of people out enjoying the weather. She passed by other mothers with strollers, men on their way to work, college students on their way to class. All stared at her as she passed, the mothers because they knew what Kelly was about to go through and sympathized with her, the business men and college boys because her massive tits were stretching the fabric of her shirt, her nipples clearly visible.

After getting her latte and reading the New York Times at one of the sidewalk tables, she wasted the rest of the morning and early afternoon paying bills and running a few errands. Before going for her walk, she walked down to the corner Seven-Eleven to grab some milk for dinner. On her way back, she passed three young boys on their way to class at nearby DePaul University.

She looked at them as they approached, smiling sweetly as they passed. As they did so, one of the boys said, "Nice shirt." Without pausing or even turning around, Kelly thanked him for the compliment, smiling mischievously to herself as she continued on. She knew what the boy was referring to. "I'm hungry, too," she heard him laugh to his friends. 'I'll bet you are,' she thought wryly.

Kelly returned home with the milk, but quickly left for her walk. As she meandered through the streets of Lincoln Park and the DePaul neighborhood, her mind kept flashing back to the three college kids. She and Mike had made love last night, but the kid's comment about being hungry started her motor revving. Making love was nice, and that was what she did with Mike, but now she needed more. She didn't want tenderness or romance or any of that bullshit. Instead, as she continued to turn the kid's comment over and over in her mind, she worked herself into a frenzy that only nasty sex could calm. She felt her nipples thicken, and her pussy moisten.

With barely a conscious thought, Kelly turned the corner and her legs took her toward DePaul's Lincoln Park campus. She entered the campus from the south and made her way between some buildings and into the quad. She quickly found a bench and sat down, taking a rest, and figuring out how to go about quenching her thirst for fucking. As she sat there, she watched the students enjoy the afternoon, tossing Frisbees and lounging on the lawn. She noticed that the girls dressed differently now from when she was in school. She had noticed before, but never put much thought into it. Hip-huggers and belly shirts. 'Very provocative,' she thought. 'But they have nothing on me. Who would pass this up if given the opportunity?' Well, maybe a little conceited.

All the college boys stared at her as they walked by. She could feel the lust emanating from their gawking, and it only served to fuel her own desires. She felt her nipples harden again underneath the tight fitting top; her cunt warmed at her thoughts. But she felt like a chicken hawk, a grown woman in her mid-thirties, sitting in the middle of a college campus thinking about fucking these college boys. It didn't help matters that she was seven months pregnant, with a belly out to here. She didn't want to be too aggressive in this environment, and thus sat back against the bench, and waited to see what might come from the afternoon. She wouldn't have to wait long.

Chad was just getting out of class as the thoughts of fucking college boys filtered through Kelly's lust-addled brain. He was on his way back to his dorm room when he spotted the hot mommy-to-be sitting on one of the benches in the quad. There was no question it was the woman he had seen earlier with the tight t-shirt encasing her bulging tits.

Kelly didn't see him as he approached. She was daydreaming, lost in her desire to feel a young cock penetrate her pregnant cunt. Chad, standing a few feet to her blind side, startled her back to reality. "Still hungry?"

She turned to face him, her sweet smile lighting up his world. "Always," she said softly. After a pause, "Care to join me?"

"Sure." Taking a seat on the bench next to Kelly, he extended his hand and introduced himself. "I'm Chad."

"Kelly," she responded, offering her own. It was soft and warm, and Chad felt his loins stir at her touch.

"What brings you here this afternoon?"

Kelly almost rolled her eyes. 'Not much of a pick-up line, college boy,' she thought. "Just out for a stroll, that's all. And you?"

Chad pointed to his backpack. "I just got out of class, freshman biology. I'm going back to my dorm room to study a little." Kelly was surprised that Chad was a freshman. He looked a little older. Still like a college kid, no doubt, what with the cargo pants, retro t-shirt and Von Dutch trucker hat, but she had guessed he was a little older, maybe a junior or senior. Not eighteen. The realization that he was a teenager hit Kelly in the stomach (or was it the baby kicking her?), but in a good way. She hadn't fucked an energetic teenager in years. Sure, he was legal, no jailbait, but still a teenager. The thought of his young cock abusing her little married body sent shivers up her spine.

"Mmmm. I thought all the dorms were on campus." Kelly turned so that she was facing him more directly, and put her arm over the back of the park bench, causing her bloated breasts to thrust forward even more. Her thick nipples tented the fabric, causing even further distortion to the provocative words stretched across her swollen tits.

"They are. My dorm's right over there," he almost stuttered, indicating a large, red-brick building behind him. Chad could barely keep his eyes off Kelly's body. Her face was beautiful enough to look at, but her body was just too much to ignore. Try as he might to maintain contact with her bright blue eyes, his own kept straying to those massive tits and elongated nipples. 'God, I would love to fuck this chick,' he thought. 'Pregnant, too.' Chad's lengthening cock was now causing an uncomfortable tightness in his boxers, and he barely heard her next words.

"When I saw you earlier, I assumed you lived off campus."

"No, I was just at a friend's apartment before class, and we were walking back to campus." Kelly could almost read his mind. College boys were all the same, and it never changed. She knew she could be back in his dorm room within five minutes if she wanted to be. But did she want to be?

She leaned closer to him, her angelic face within a foot of his, her sparkling blue eyes glittering in the sunlight. "Wanna show me your dorm room, college boy?" she asked lustily.

"Mmm, sure, I guess," he answered nervously. "Not much to see, though."

Leaning a little closer, Kelly whispered. "Don't be so dense, Chad. I don't really care what your room looks like. We're not going there so I can get a tour, are we?" she asked rhetorically. When he didn't respond, she continued, "I want you to take my hand, the one with the rings on it, and lead me from this park bench. Walk me across the quad so everyone can see that Chad is taking a married pregnant lady back to his dorm room. When we get to your dorm room, you can spend a minute or two showing me all its architectural features, if you want." Her tone was condescending. "But after the tour, I want to you to fuck my little . . . cheating . . . cunt . . . and drop your young cum all . . . over . . . my . . . pretty . . . face. All right?"

As nervous as he was, Chad needed no further encouragement. He grabbed Kelly's left hand and felt the 3-carat diamond press into his palm. He pulled her from the bench and marched across the quad toward his dorm building. Kelly trailed slightly behind him, but there was no mistaking that she was a willing participant. There was too much bounce in her step – and, consequentially, too much bounce in her chest.

As they walked, several eyes were on them. A crude kid with dreadlocks and hippie clothes yelled out, "Nice work, Bingham." Kelly gathered that that was Chad's last name. He and Kelly entered the dorm building hand-in-hand, and waited for the elevator to arrive on the first floor. Two girls, obviously students, waited with them. 'What must they be thinking?' Kelly thought to herself. 'On second thought, what am I thinking? I'm about to let a college kid fuck me in his dorm room.' She shuddered with delight.

The ding of the elevator arriving cut short Kelly's self-examination. Instead, she, Chad and the two girls got in the elevator and waited as it ascended. The doors opened on the third floor and Chad grabbed her hand again and pulled her from the elevator, almost dragging her along in his haste. As she was exiting, Kelly looked over her shoulder at the two girls. "I'm about to let a college boy fuck my pregnant cunt," she almost giggled.

As she and Chad hustled wordlessly down the hall and the elevator doors swooshed shut, she heard one of the girls yell, "You're a slut!!!" Kelly shivered. 'Yes I am.'

Opening his door, Chad pulled Kelly in after him and shut it, making sure to lock it, too. He pushed her up against the door and leaned in to kiss her succulent lips. But Kelly turned her head and ducked under his arms, avoiding his kiss. "What about the tour, Chad?" she teased, walking to the center of the spacious room, looking around while turning on her heel.

"Well--" he barely got out, before Kelly interrupted him.

"Okay, I've seen enough," she said in a sing-song voice, moving toward the bed and sitting down on its edge. "So, where's your roommate, college boy?"

"Don't have one. I got lucky," he responded cautiously, still standing by the door, unsure of how to play Kelly's game.

"So, as I see it, we have no roommate to worry about, the door is locked, and you've given me the grand tour, such as it is. That about sum things up?" She was now leaning back on her hands, her enormous tits thrust up and out, the provocative words of her t-shirt not really concealing her thickening nipples.

"I think so," he said, moving towards her. He approached his bed and stood towering over Kelly, his feet planted between hers. She looked up at him and, pulling the rubber band from her ponytail, shook her hair out. He watched as her lip turned down in a pout. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" he almost whined.

With her left index finger, the diamond of her engagement ring sparkling in the sunlight that poured in through the dorm room's large window, she drew an imaginary line underneath the phrase "We're Hungry" that adorned her overdeveloped tits. Loosing the pout, she then growled, "Feed me, college boy."

When he made no move, Kelly's eyes remained on his questioningly. Still braced on her right hand, her left hand moved from her bulging tits and a light pink fingernail hooked behind his belt buckle, pulling it free. Still staring intently in his eyes, a lusty smile spreading across her lips, she popped the button on Chad's cargo shorts, and her long nails grasped the zipper and slowly pulled it down. "Don't you wanna feed me, Chad?" she asked, her finger hooking behind the zipper and pulling his shorts down so they puddled at his feet.

His boxers came next, and Kelly, still fully clothed, found herself staring at Chad's substantial cock. From his standing position, Chad looked down at this beautiful pregnant woman as her eyes widened in delight at her meal. When her left hand encircled the base of his shaft and tugged, the huge diamond shining in his eyes, his speechlessness continued. But his breath was taken away when Kelly leaned forward a bit and spit her thick saliva along the shaft.

Chad regained his breath as Kelly shucked away at the heated cock. "Oh my god," he breathed.

"You like?" she asked, smiling sweetly up at him from her seated position.

"Oh, fuck yes."

"What do you like about it?" she continued before depositing another string of spit along Chad's cock.

"I . . . uh . . . it's . . .," he managed to stutter incoherently.

"That's all right, college boy. I know," she cooed. "You like these big, fat tits, huh? My tight little ass? This protruding belly? Does the prospect of fucking a pregnant wife excite you, Chad?"

"Yyyeeesss," he let out with a groan.

He could take no more, and one of his hands reached out and grabbed the back of Kelly's head, pulling her face toward his crotch. Just before his cock parted her red lips, Kelly let out a groan. "Mmm, yes. Feed me," she muttered, wrapping her unfaithful lips around Chad's purple cockhead. She leaned forward further and wrapped her arms around Chad's ass, pulling his cock deeper into her wet mouth.

Bobbing her head back and forth on it, she shivered as it struck the back of her throat. Saliva rolled from her lips and down her chin, before falling to her substantial chest, causing a certain amount of transparency in her white t-shirt. Her left hand released Chad's ass, and came back around and cupped his balls, sensuously rolling one then the other through her fingers. His breathing increased at the sensation, aided by the coolness of Kelly's engagement and wedding rings as they brushed against his skin.

When her fingers strayed behind his balls to his perineum, the long nails lightly tickling the sensitive patch of skin, she felt him grunt and jerk in her mouth, and was surprised when his hot cum burst from the tip of his cock and splashed around her mouth. She swallowed once, then twice, savoring the creaminess that slid down her throat, coating her esophagus. With her right hand, she squeezed the base of his cock to ensure that all his cum had been deposited in her mouth, and then licked the head and shaft clean.

"That was fast, Chad," she said disapprovingly, again looking up at him. "Hope you've got more food for this hungry mommy." She kept stroking his cock, staring at it intently, delighted that it remained stiff. "Mmmm, perfect. Ready for round two?"

"Mmm-hmm," he muttered. Kelly pushed him back a step or two, and stood so she was facing him. She grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, then pushed him back onto his bed, leaving him naked and prone.

Swaying her hips provocatively at him, she taunted: "What do you want to see first, huh? These fat, milk-engorged tits?" she asked, pushing her large globes together with her long fingers. "Or maybe this tight, little ass?" she teased, as she turned around and wiggled her cute little bottom at him.

Without giving him the chance to answer, she climbed on his prone body and pushed her tits in his face. "Mmmmm," she heard his muffled groan. Sitting back up, she peeled her t-shirt up over her bulging stomach and then over her gargantuan tits. "Jesus fucking Christ," he murmured as her E-cup bra came into view, her milk-filled breasts almost spilling from the overburdened cups. Kelly reached behind her to unlatch the bra and, as it came loose, fell forward, smothering Chad's face in her naked tits. She dragged one of them over his mouth.

"Suck, college boy," and she was rewarded with Chad's lips fastening on to her nipple. "Mmmm. So nice, Chad," she murmured. "Suck harder . . . mmmm . . . yes . . . more . . . teeth, Chad, teeth . . . ooohhh, ggaawwdd!" While Chad nipped and bit on her nipples, causing her to groan in unadorned lust, one of Kelly's hands was busy unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down to her feet. Kicking them off, her thong panties went next.

Kelly pulled a reddened nipple from his mouth and rose to her feet on his bed. Chad opened his eyes to find Kelly's cute feet straddling his hips. Looking further up, where her trim, tanned legs joined together, Chad groaned at the site of her hairless cunt, already leaking juice down the inside of her thighs. His eyes scanned up and over her sexy, pregnant belly; it bulged so much that, from his angle, Chad could barely make out Kelly's swollen tits. When his eyes met hers, she smiled, and began to squat down over his crotch. "Obviously, I fuck my husband." Her manicured hands sensuously massaging her stomach as she continued to lower her body. "Should I fuck you, too?" she whispered as Chad's cockhead nestled against her moist, bare lips.

"Oh god, yes," Chad moaned. "Fuck me, sit all the way down." Kelly did as he commanded, letting her legs give way, the entirety of Chad's cock piercing her cheating cunt. Her strong legs quickly pulled her cunt lips up along his shaft, pausing when she felt the head about to pop out. She again impaled herself on him. And again.

"You feel . . . so fucking good . . . in my cunt," she stuttered when she had the breath. "I love your cock . . . fucking me . . . stretching me . . . . I love . . . young dick," she spat. "College boy cock. . . . So fucking good . . . mmm . . . fucking good." Her left hand strayed from her bouncing belly and quickly found her swollen clit. Perspiration covered her tanned skin. As Kelly continued to bounce up and down on Chad's cock, her fingers violently rubbed her clit.

Chad saw her engagement ring sparkle in the sunlight, quickly becoming covered in her juices, and was reminded that this was a married woman – with child – that was riding him with her hairless pussy. If he hadn't already dropped his load in her mouth, the thought of violating this unfaithful whore would have made him cum already.

Instead, it was Kelly's turn to cum. The friction against her clit combined with the knowledge that she had a young cock buried deep in her adulterous cunt to bring on a wonderful orgasm. "Oh, god," she groaned. "I'm cumming . . . oh, fuck . . . shit . . . ." Chad felt her hot, sticky discharge swarm over his cock and then his balls, slathering his crotch. Her legs shook violently then collapsed, and Kelly fell forward onto Chad's body as the orgasm continued to rack her little body. "Oh, Jesus, that was fucking awesome," she whispered into Chad's ear as her orgasm subsided, her warm tongue flitting out to lick his earlobe.

She lifted her pelvis up and off his still hard cock, and rolled off him, presenting her ass for his inspection. "Like this," she said, looking back at him. "Fuck me like a dog, college boy." Chad got to his knees and knee-walked until his cock was at the entrance to Kelly's dripping cunt. It took little effort for Chad to push himself into her loose pussy. Once there, he grabbed her waist and started pulling her towards, then away, from him, over and over. Kelly buried her face in his pillow, and her humungous tits bulged from beneath her, big, fat balls of flesh upon which her body rolled.

"Harder, Chad . . . fuck me harder . . . yes, that's it . . ." she moaned through the pillow, as the young cock repeatedly slammed into her married hole. "Fucking incredible . . . mmm . . . so sweet." She brought her left hand from under her face to her ass, and her ring finger stretched out toward her asshole, rubbing along the wrinkled edge. "Spit on it." After Chad had dropped his saliva on her craggy star, Kelly's ring finger spread it around, readying her asshole, aided by the sweat that was collecting on her tanned skin. Sufficiently lubricated, Kelly slipped her ring finger into her butt as Chad maintained his steady rhythm in her cunt. Her invading finger soon matched that rhythm as she fingerfucked her own asshole.

Chad's lust went into overdrive as he watched this perverted display. His young mind had trouble comprehending how he got here. A married woman, very pregnant, was on her hands and knees in his dorm room with his cock buried in her sloppy, bald, cunt, and he had just watched her sink her ring finger so deep in her ass that her engagement ring pressed against the stretched-out anal ring. "What a fucking whore," he muttered under his breath.

"What?" she gasped, her thrusting maintained unabated. "What did you say?"

"Mmm, nothing. Your pussy feels so good," he tried to cover.

Kelly stopped her bucking, and whipped her head around to look at him over her shoulder. Her sweat-soaked hair stuck to her face, and a long, manicured finger rose to brush it away, revealing the fire in her blue eyes. "No, no. What did you say?" she demanded, lust still inscribed on her face.

"Nothing," he answered, also stopping his fuck movements. "What?"

"Did you call me a whore?" Nothing. "Answer me, college boy."

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

"Sure you did," she said, slamming her hips back against Chad. She resumed fucking his cock on her own ass. "Why did . . . you call me . . . a whore?" she managed to get out, again burying her face in the pillow.

"You're cheating . . . on your husband . . . that's why," Chad grunted. "You're in a college dorm room . . . fucking a stranger . . . with your husband's baby . . . in your belly."

"That's 'cause . . . I love young cock. . . . That makes me . . . a
whore!"

"Oh, god, you are so fuckin' nasty," Chad moaned as he hammered his cock into Kelly harder now. "Such a fuckin' slut."

"Mmm-hmm," she shuddered. "Then treat me . . . that way. . . . Like a . . . fucking tramp. . . . Abuse me. . . . Degrade me. . . . I fucking love . . . this shit," Kelly moaned through gritted teeth. Sweat poured off her body and dampened his bed sheets. 'Was he up for the challenge?'

"How's this cock feel, slut? You like it stretching you, you filthy mommy?" Kelly shuddered at this. She could feel her cunt pulsating with excitement. "What a nasty fuckin' housewife. Such a loose cunt. Not from your husband, though, huh? How many cocks have been in this hole, whore? Betcha you lost count, you cheating slut," Chad taunted. Kelly's mind was spinning. She loved the verbal abuse, fed off it. "Nice outfit, by the way. What a fuckin' whore. 'We're Hungry'? You're like a walking billboard for sluts, with your big tits bouncing around. You should be ashamed of yourself, spreading your married legs and letting an eighteen-year-old kid fuck your unfaithful little hole. What would your husband think? What would he think, you nasty slut!?!" he almost screamed, spanking Kelly's right ass cheek as he watched in fascination as her engagement ring continued to bump against her stretched anal ring.

Kelly was feverish; her mind was shutting down. "So mad," the delirious housewife managed. "He'd be soooo fucking pissed." She could barely string two words together, so overcome with lust she was.

"No shit, cunt. You're on your hands and knees in a dorm room, with your clothes in a pile on the floor. Those fat melons are squeezed underneath you, bulging out from under your slutty body. Your ass is in the air, with a pretty little manicured finger buried ring-deep in it. There's a college kid behind you, fucking your bald cunt. Sweat is pouring off your body, and your hair is matted to your neck and back. You're begging for young cock and your loose cunt floods when I call you names," Chad continued. "You're a nasty . . . fucking . . . whore. To make it even worse, hanging below you is a pregnant belly. You're fucking a stranger with your husband's baby in your belly!"

Kelly grunted and turned her head to eyeball him again. With a sparkle in her eye, she hissed, "How do you know the kid's my husband's, college
boy?"

Chad's cock lodged deep in the well-used married hole, and froze there. His body went stiff, and Kelly heard a sharp intake of breath. "Oh, fuck, you nasty cunt," he bellowed as the cum boiling in his balls released and coursed up his shaft before splashing the inner walls of Kelly's cunt.

"That's right, college boy," she grunted as she felt Chad's cock twitch in her sloppy, nasty hole. "Could be the cable guy's . . . or my tennis instructor . . . your fraternity brother . . . or maybe some big fucking nigger that stretched me out. . . . Yes, Chad, keep cumming. . . . Mmmm, your cum is so fucking hot. . . . I'll know in a few months," she breathed. "But there's been . . . so much cock . . . in my cheating hole."

"Uuuuggghhhh," Chad grunted before his body went slack. His cock having completely discharged his sperm, he fell forward across Kelly's perspiration-covered back. "Fucking incredible."

"Pretty good, college boy," Kelly complimented, climbing out from under him.

"Thanks, whore."

"Don't call me a whore," Kelly warned as she slipped her thong over her thighs. She grabbed a towel that was lying across his couch and wiped the sweat from her body before cleaning their combined fluids from between her legs. "When there's a cock buried in me, its owner can call me whore, slut, tramp, whatever." She pulled her pants and shoes on, and stood facing Chad, who was now laying on his back, his cock lolling against his thigh. Her hands were on her hips, and her enormous tits stood proudly on her small torso, almost resting on the topside of her pregnant belly.

"Right now, there's no cock buried in me, and I don't think that thing is going to be any good for a few hours," she continued, nodding her head at Chad's soft cock. Kelly stuffed her ballooning tits back in her bra, and pulled her t-shirt over her head, adjusting it so the "We're Hungry" was legible (or as legible as it was ever going to be). Her light pink nails tweaking her nipples through the fabric, Kelly said through hooded eyes, "Thanks for feeding me, college boy," and turned and walked out the door.

***

Dan's cock head was bright purple. His shaft was gripped tightly in Kelly's fist. Sunlight glinted off the diamonds mounted on the engagement ring and wedding bands. He could smell the alcohol from the nail polish that her manicurist had applied that morning. Her fist continued to shuck up and down the overheated cock. Occasionally, her warm, wet tongue would snake out and lick up his pre-cum; other times, she let it drip down his shaft and mix with her saliva.

". . . cable guy's . . . or my tennis instructor . . . your fraternity brother . . . or maybe some big fucking nigger that stretched me out. . . . Yes, Chad, keep cumming. . . . Mmmm, your cum is so fucking hot. . . . I'll know in a few months. . . . But there's been . . . so much cock . . . in my cheating hole," went her story.

His eyes focused on Kelly's rings sliding up and down his cock, his ears on her filthy mouth, Dan's body went rigid. Her tightly-gripped hand jammed down to the base of his cock, and squeezed hard. The cock, held upright by the cheating slut's fist, spit its first string of cum straight into the air. Some landed back on his stomach; some strung across her face and forehead and into her hair.

His hand, already holding her ponytail, pulled her face onto his spurting cock. "Suck it, Kelly. Eat my cum," he breathed. Kelly's pink-smeared lips gladly closed over the cum-shooting shaft, savoring the slippery substance as it coated her teeth and tongue and throat. Dan humped his cock into her mouth three or four times, and Kelly dutifully swallowed all the cum that was emptied into her oral cavity.

When Dan's body came to rest and his breath began its retreat to normalcy, he pulled Kelly off his cock by her ponytail. "Still hungry, slut?" he laughed.

"Mmmm," she purred, licking her lips. Dan could see traces of his cum on her tongue and lips. "Good now. Good sperm."

"You are such a fucking slut, Kelly."

Kelly closed her eyes and reveled in the debasement. "You gonna fuck me now?"

Dan looked at his watch. "No time. My friends will be here soon." She sent a pouty lip his way. "Want me to rub your clit instead? Get you off that way?" he asked, as he put his cock back in his pants. Kelly turned around and sat in the V formed by Dan's spread legs. She leaned back into him, and he put his arms around her, nibbling her earlobe, sending hot breath into her ear.

Dan pulled the button and then zipper of her pants open, and easily slid his left hand into her thong, quickly finding her wet slit. "Jesus, Kelly, you haven't been touched, and you're already sloppy wet."

"That's 'cause I'm fucking horny and need cock," she moaned as two of Dan's fingers crossed her clit and came back to massage it. "That's why I came here in the first place, and now it turns out I'm not even gonna get fucked." Dan's fingers increased their pressure and speed as they slicked over her swollen clit, occasionally dipping lower to penetrate her pussy lips, releasing a torrent of cunt juice. "But this'll work for now," she gasped.

Dan's right hand wandered up her firm body and found the top button of her shirt. He pulled sharply on the placket, and the button popped through. Moving to the second, he was not so lucky; the button didn't pop through, but popped off and landed somewhere on the hardwood floor, skittering across it and coming to rest under a side chair. The third and fourth buttons were more cooperative, and Dan pulled the halves of her shirt apart.

With Kelly's help, he undid the front clasp of the large bra that housed her 34D tits. He squeezed each tit in turn, massaging the flesh, before taking her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. As the fingers of his left hand danced across her inflamed clit, the fingers of the right pinched, pulled and twisted her thick, inch-long nipple. The combined sensations caused her to squirm between Dan's legs and roll her head from side to side. Sounds emanated from her throat, but Dan could not make out the words.

"Gonna cum, you little whore? Gonna cum on my fingers?" he taunted.

"Ooohhh, yyeess. Rub my clit . . . please, go faster . . . mmmmm, yyeess . . . more," she whimpered, her body twisting and turning and squirming against his. Dan could feel the heat pouring off the distended nipple that he gripped tightly in his right hand. He twisted the nipple some, and then pulled it away from her body, stretching it. Kelly cooed in his arms, her breathing increasing and her body starting to jerk.

The phone behind him rang to two quick bursts to indicate that someone was downstairs. Though Dan's left hand maintained its effort at Kelly's bald slit, his right released her throbbing nipple, pulsing red as blood rushed back into it. Her body, on the verge of orgasm, slumped back against his in disappointment as he answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey, it's us. Should we come up, or you gonna come down?"

"Come up. I'll buzz you. The door's open." He hit the star key, which buzzed his friends in, and hung up the phone. His right hand returned to Kelly's engorged nipple and resumed its exploitation. "You got about two minutes, slut. Want me to stop?"

"Noooo," the deceitful, adulterous slut whined, jamming her pelvis against Dan's invading fingers. "Faster," she breathed. "Faster . . . yes, more . . . mmmm . . . more on the nipple . . . twist it . . . harder . . . harder! . . . Yes, yes, yes . . . now the other way . . . abuse it. . . . Uuuugggghhhhh," she let out in a rush of air, her orgasm upon her. Her body jerked, her pubic bone crashing against Dan's flying fingers. "Cumming . . . ooohhh, fuck! . . . Oooohhhhh, yyeeessss."

Dan kept his arms wrapped tightly around Kelly as she jerked and shuddered and trembled through her orgasm, the fingers of one hand on her clit and the other tweaking her swollen nipple. In the background, he heard the elevator door ding down the hall. Kelly was still quaking in his arms, murmuring under her breath. A knock at the door quickly brought her back to the reality of the situation.

"Come in," Dan yelled.

"Asshole," Kelly whispered, pulling the sides of her shirt together to cover her bulky tits. The door swung open, and Ryan moved to come in but stopped short. Marc, following behind him, ran into his friend. Both saw the stroller resting in front of the window, and then Kelly still wrapped in their friend's arms, but struggling to get up as she wrapped her top over her tits.

"Uuhh, sorry," Marc said. "You told us to come up." 'What the fuck,' he thought. 'Who was this little slut?' Marc hadn't met this one yet, but she was fucking beautiful. A little younger than Dan usually likes them, but she has the huge tits and . . . yes, it looks like she's married.

"No problem," Dan said, pulling his hand from between Kelly's legs. "She was just getting ready to leave." Kelly stood, keeping her legs apart to prevent her pants from falling down. "Ryan, Marc, this is Kelly. Kelly, Ryan and Marc."

Kelly took each of their hands as they were offered, keeping one on the front of her white blouse. "Pleased to meet you. Excuse me for a minute." She shot Dan a dirty look and headed toward Dan's bedroom.

In her wake, she heard one of the newcomers. "Who's the hottie?" Kelly wiggled her tight ass a little more on hearing this.

"Some slut I met a while back." she heard as she closed the door, causing her to shiver with humiliation. She heard the rest of the conversation through the vents.

"Was that a wedding ring on her finger?"

Kelly stared at her engagement ring and wedding bands as she stuffed her lovely 34Ds back in her bra and buttoned her shirt, noticing for the first time the missing button. 'God, I am such a fucking slut. How many times is this going to happen?' she chastised herself.

"Mmm-hmm. That's her daughter in the stroller." Kelly groaned. 'I can't believe I did this. Coming over here while Mike's at home is one thing, but dragging my daughter along? What a wicked, depraved cunt I am,' she said to her mirror image.

"What the fuck? What kind of lady brings her kid with her when she's cheating on her husband?" Marc asked rhetorically.

Kelly buttoned her pants after tucking her shirt into it, and checked her appearance once more in the mirror. 'Just like when I left, the perfect little Lincoln Park mommy. I wonder what Mike would do if he found out that I'm not so perfect. Would he divorce me?'

"The nasty kind," she heard Dan reply. "You have never in your life fucked a woman like this. Slammin' body, the dirtiest mind ever, filthy mouth, absolute no morals."

Kelly's manicured nails found her nipples as she listened to the conversation through the vents. 'No morals at all, is right. I guess I really don't care what Mike would do. It won't change anything. I'm a fucking whore and nothing will ever change that. Cock, cock, cock,' she thought, twisting her nipples through the clothing, her long nails causing her to wince slightly in pain.

"We could probably get her back here later for a tag team, if you wanted," she heard Dan laugh. Kelly shuddered as the left the bedroom.

Kelly reappeared, having re-hooked her bra, buttoned her shirt, and fastened her pants. She didn't fail to notice Marc's smirk when he saw the empty button hole. "Sorry," she said. "I just had to clean up. Dan, I've got to get going, but it was good to catch up." Ryan and Marc eyed her up and down, lingering at Kelly's erect nipples tenting her shirt.

"You, too, Kelly."

Turning to Marc and Ryan, she offered her hand, and they all exchanged pleasantries. "Uh, Kelly," Ryan said, and ran his finger by his right ear. "You, uh, you have something . . ."

Kelly mirrored his actions, and to her horror felt a string of sperm laying in her hair and falling by her ear. 'How did I miss that in the mirror? Too busy looking at my body, I guess,' she thought. She wiped the sperm from her hair and skin with her ring finger. Kelly brought her hand to her mouth and allowed her wet, pink tongue to dart out and lick Dan's sperm from her finger, staring directly into Ryan's eyes. "Maybe next time, you guys can take Dan's suggestion and double penetrate me and fuck the life out of my married holes," she said to Ryan and Marc, her lower lips sticking out in a pout. "Dan wouldn't even fuck me today. He rubbed my clit until it burned, and nearly twisted my nipples off, but no cock." Ryan and Marc's eyes nearly popped from their sockets.

"Next time, Kelly," Dan laughed. "Next time. Now, get out of here. I'm sure your husband is wondering what your stretched-out cunt is up to."

On her way out the door, pushing the Bugaboo stroller in front of her, Kelly stopped and turned back toward Dan, Ryan and Marc. "Oh, it might be a few weeks before I see you again. I have a lot planned this week and next, and then the company is sending me down to Miami to recruit from a few colleges. I'll call you when I get back."

"Fucking whore," she heard from one of Dan's friends as she shut the door and pushed Evelyn down the hall. 'How humiliating,' she groaned inwardly, even as she felt her thick nipples throb.