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?"
