SUMMARY: This is the final chapter of the love story between Logan and Lacy. Logan is a much older man who has fallen in love with Lacy, who is a pregnant teenage girl. See how their relationship gets even stronger as she draws closer to her due date.
Typically, my favorite "style" of story to write is taboo in nature. Because of that, most of my stories end up in the "incest" category. This one is not incest, but the "taboo" aspect of it comes in the form of the extreme age difference between the two characters. Also, I write most of my stories from a female POV but decided to try to capture a strong romance story from the male POV this time, because I truly believe that guys can feel these kinds of emotions just as strongly as women (i.e. experiencing "love at first sight" like the title suggests.)
Even though this is a love story, it does contain a fair number of sexual encounters. But there is also quite a focus on emotion and internal thoughts, as well as dialogue between these two. I'm mentioning that here as a warning, in case this isn't the type of story you're after on Lit. It is a bit of a slow burn. I do try to focus on realism whenever I write, and work at making my stories as believable as possible.
All characters in this story are 18 or older.
AUTHOR NOTE: This is not my usual category on here, and I hope this story finds a home with some potential new readers. I put a lot of emotion into this story, as it contains some real life thoughts and feelings that I've experienced, even if the story itself is make believe. I have even experienced sleeping with a much much older man, and I couldn't help but use bits and pieces from that experience in this story. I was going to write this from Lacy's point of view, but as soon as I started writing, I decided it would be better told through Logan's eyes. I hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Any character resemblances to real life personae are strictly coincidental. Copying, re-posting, storing (whether digitally or in print form) or redistribution of this material is prohibited.
STORY:
[PART 01]
The most wonderful experience of my life just happened. You see, I had sex with the girl of my dreams. No, not just the "girl of my dreams". The love of my life. Lacy Mae. That was the name that always rang in my head when I thought about her. Everyone else just called her "Lacy", but to me, Lacy Mae was much more intimate. And we had just shared a very emotional experience. As I said, I made love to her. Not in the traditional sense, mind you. That is to say, we didn't do it "missionary" style. Instead, I took her from behind while she held herself poised on hands and knees. And we did this for the simple fact that she was nearly eight months pregnant and trying to make love "traditionally" had proven to cause too much discomfort for her.
It was also rather "untraditional" for the simple fact that I did not experience an orgasm myself. That was a first for me. Oddly, the sensations I felt were worlds beyond any sexual encounter from my past, despite the fact that I did not get off. It was emotional for me as well as her, and would forever become one of my most cherished memories.
But fast forward about a month from that day where we made love in my bedroom. Lacy was just shy of nine months pregnant. Her belly was so pronounced, she had started to complain about having back aches all the time. She was eighteen and her usual frame was rather slender and slight. But given that she was nearly at the end of her term, she looked like she was ready to pop. Her stomach was extremely round, and her skin was shiny from being stretched so utterly taut.
To me, I found her pregnancy to look extraordinarily sexy on her young body. And alluring. After we had sex, she started coming over practically every single day, and she stayed overnight on the weekends. She usually went home each night during the week simply because she had to work early the next day. During those weeks following our first experience with sex, we didn't try it again. I was too worried about harming the baby, and she didn't bring it up, so I figured she felt the same.
Lacy did offer to get me off a few times with her hands, though. Which I enjoyed thoroughly each time. My orgasms were rather explosive and erotic. One time, in the heat of the moment as I neared my climax, she begged me to cum on her belly. She asked me to do it mid hand job as she lay on her side next to me in my bed. Her words turned me on so much that the second she uttered her request, I lost it and started exploding ropes of cum across her stomach. She giggled happily while she aimed my cock and painted herself with my baby juice.
Two other times, I played with her, too. Mostly with my fingers, but one time I did try eating her out again. Unfortunately for her, the closer she got to the baby being due, the harder it was for her to get off. So we stopped trying. But that was ok with both of us. We still enjoyed cuddling and spending time together, chatting about anything and everything. Our bond was strong, and it did not rely on sex alone to keep it that way.
It was two days shy of four weeks since she had asked me to have sex with her. And it had been two weeks since either of us had gotten off. Oh, there had been plenty of petting and making out, each of us getting rather hot and stimulated, but no actual release. As I said, she was nearly nine months pregnant. It was a Thursday night and, when she arrived, she told me excitedly that she didn't have to go back to work again until after the baby was born. She was very pleased about that, especially since it had become increasingly uncomfortable for her to stand on her feet for so long.
She asked if she could stay the night and I immediately said yes. Of course I said yes! She could stay the night every night, if I had it my way. That night, we headed straight to my bedroom to cuddle, rather than starting in our usual spot on the couch. She was too uncomfortable to do much except lie on her back, she told me. And so, thirty minutes after she arrived, we found ourselves lying in bed together.
I had taken her shirt off, and she was lying topless beside me while I smiled and admired her swollen belly. I ran my hands over her skin, elated at how smooth it felt. And hard. That shocked me when I realized that her stomach felt "stiff". I never pressed hard, but it was noticeable with even just a little pressure. I explored her entire belly. It was especially intriguing to me how the stretched skin looked at the base of her pregnant hump. Idly I tried to picture how she would look after her baby was born. I shivered as I fantasized about seeing stretch marks on her skin. I'm not even sure why I found that to be so arousing.
As I traced my fingers around the entire circumference of her baby, she exhaled as she said, "I feel so fat."
Smiling at her stomach, I could only shake my head as I muttered, "You're not fat. You're gorgeous."
Lacy rolled her eyes at me and I laughed. Then I spent the next hour explaining to her how I loved every little thing about her pregnant body. I wanted her to know how much I admired her. I used my hands to explore her while I spoke, detailing every body part as I went. I showed her how much I adored her swollen belly. How erotic it was to me that her sides were so sensitive, yet ticklish. I traced my fingers around her face, down her cheeks, around her puffy lips. I covered every inch of her, and Lacy giggled delightfully along the way.
Slowly, her mood shifted. When she had first arrived, she seemed somewhat uncomfortable. Physically. But after an hour of me calling out every favorite piece of her, caressing her along the way, she was flush with arousal.
Reaching a hand up to her head once more, I traced a slow circle around her ears, one at a time. Stroking them, I couldn't help but lean forward and gently nibble on the one closest to me. She shivered when I did that. Next, I kissed my way down her neck and onto her chest. Then I told her how much I loved her breasts. They were so swollen compared to the first time I saw them. They were still cone-shaped, though. But she could almost fit into C cups by now, whereas before she didn't quite fill an A cup. I caressed them while I felt her body tremble beside me.
Leaning forward, I opened my mouth around her teat from the side, gently pressing my lips into her flesh. She moaned softly while I sucked. With my hand, I kneaded her flesh from the other side and then slowly worked my way up to the tip of her cone shaped breast. Taking her nipple between my lips, I began to suckle it. She moaned louder as I did that. Pulling myself closer to her, I ground my crotch against her hip. I was hard. I had been hard for the better part of the past month. She never minded when I rubbed myself against her, though. In fact, she had admitted to me once that it made her horny.
"You're so hard today," she said softly.
"Yeah, that's ok," I murmured around her nipple, ignoring my body's desire to have an orgasm. I contented myself with subtle rubbing. I could go another day without release.
When I sucked her nipple again, Lacy moaned, her body shifting beneath me. I kneaded it with my hand while I opened and closed my lips around the tip, lapping at her nipple with my tongue. She moaned again, louder. Her body shivered. Sucking a little harder, I felt a mouthful of flesh slurp into my mouth. She moaned once more and I felt myself drawn into the moment. Grinding my cock against her leg, I pulled myself closer to her, opening and closing my mouth hungrily against her teat.
"Oh Logan," Lacy moaned my name, and I gasped when I heard it. It sounded incredibly sexy when she said my name. Especially when we were fooling around.
Clamping my lips down, I sucked harder still, putting pressure against her nipple while I kneaded her fleshy breast with my hand.
Something warm and wet squirted into my mouth. My eyes opened in shock and I yanked my head away. A stream of something erupted from the tip of her nipple, spraying me directly in the eyes. I cried out, pulling back a little more and shaking my head. I heard Lacy moan loudly and then she gasped.
Blinking, I opened my eyes and stared at her breast. The nipple was red and swollen and there was a bead of white milk on the tip. Oh! Looking up at her, I found her staring at me, wide-eyed. I was breathing hard, heavily aroused. Then I dove for her tit once more, sucking just the nipple into my mouth and slurping at it while my hand continued to knead her flesh like dough.
A stream of warm, chalky milk flooded my mouth. Swallowing instinctively, I kept sucking. Lacy's moans grew longer, louder and more pronounced. She was squirming on the bed beside me while I sucked her mother's milk from her swollen teat. My cheeks compressed as I continued to draw the milk out of her. I was grinding my cock hard against her leg, overcharged and worked up beyond belief. This was one of the most erotic things I had ever experienced. And the taste was not at all what I expected. It didn't taste like traditional "milk" at all. It was thinner than what I was used to. And there was that chalky taste that was divine.
