Shelly, The Pregnant Slut

Shelly, The Pregnant Slut
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

Shelly stared at herself in the mirror and shook her head in disgust. How could she have been so stupid as to let it happen? She took the pill, she used a diaphragm and it happened anyway. Six months pregnant and ready to scream because of it. As each month passed by and her hormone levels changed she got hornier and hornier. She wanted a cock so bad that she was contemplating grabbing the paperboy when he came to collect. No, not a good idea, the kid was all of fourteen and he'd blow before she even got his pants unbuttoned. Not that she would really cheat on Josh, but the thoughts were a definite indication of how desperate she was. What made it worse was that there was no relief in sight. Her husband was on a business trip and even if he were home it wouldn't do her any good. Josh had stopped making love to her. At first she thought it was because she looked so fat an unappealing. When she had finally, in desperation, asked him to take her to bed and he had refused she had demanded to know why. He had said he was afraid that he would hurt the baby.

"How for God's sake? You think your cock is so long you'll poke the kids eye out?"

It was the wrong thing to have said and Shelly had seen his face cloud over. She should have remembered that he was just a little insecure about his cock size. Why had she believed him when he said he could handle it when he asked her about her love life before him?

"I need to know so that I won't be blindsided when I meet up with one of your ex-boyfriends."

She had believed him and had stupidly told him about her past. It wasn't enough for him to know she wasn't a virgin; he had to know who, how, why and where and she had stupidly spilled her guts. She had been naïve and when Josh had pressed for details she had given them. The fact that three of her ex-lovers had been extremely well endowed had unsettled Josh and she'd had to constantly stroke his ego ever since. Damn it, the thought of those ex-lovers made her pussy wet. She had no idea how she was going to get through the next three months without going stark raving mad. Shit! It wasn't three months, it was three months plus however long it took before the doctor gave her the okay to play again.

The doorbell rang and she answered the door and found the mailman standing there with a package for her. He was a little old, but maybe she cou...damn it girl, get a grip on yourself. She signed for the package and headed upstairs for the bedroom. She knew what was in the box - she had been anxiously awaiting it for a week. She opened the box and took out the ten-inch dildo, batteries not included, and ran her hand along the length of it. Damn, but she wished it were real. She walked over to her dresser and opened the top drawer and got out the batteries she had bought three days before. The dildo powered up and ready she got on the bed and leaned against the headboard. She debated getting the KY, but then she realized that as hot and horny as she was she was probably already soaking wet down there.

She looked at her new toy and couldn't help but think that it looked a lot like Roger's. Same length, same girth, but probably not as hard. As she slid the dildo up and down her pussy lips she wondered where Roger was now. He had been a great fuck and she would probably be with him now if he hadn't been such an opinionated asshole. Roger wouldn't have let a little thing like a pregnancy stop him. Oh well, water under the bridge. She had the dildo about halfway inside her when the telephone rang. She almost didn't pick it up, but it might have been Josh and as insecure as he was he would want to know where she had been that she couldn't take his call. It wasn't Josh, it was her best friend Peggy.

"Hey Shel, what are you up to?"

"I was just about to take ten inches until you interrupted me."

"Anyone I know?"

"The box doesn't give a name, it just says The Pleasurizer."

"You poor girl. When are you going to grab the real thing? If that dweeb you married won't take care of you I know plenty of guys who will."

"Jesus Peggy, I don't want a pimp, I just want my husband. I'm sorry that I ever told you about my problem."

"Yeah, well too bad sweetie, you did tell me and I'm going to keep reminding you that you are a sexy and desirable woman who is going to waste because your husband is an asshole. But, be that as it may, you need to get out of that house for a couple of hours. I'm having some people over tonight to drink some alcohol and socialize. Be there or be square. How about it girlfriend? Wear something sexy so you can break a few hearts, okay?"

"Okay girlfriend, you are right. I do need to get out. What time?"

"Sevenish."

"See you then."

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She knew the second that she walked in the door that Peggy had sandbagged her. She wasn't even completely through the door when she saw him on the other side of the room. Jeremiah Washington, all six foot seven of him, rising like an ebony tower above the rest of the men in the room. Jeremiah Washington, the one man she hadn't dared tell Josh about. Josh, with his Southern upbringing, could never accept that she'd had a black lover, and if he was insecure in his manhood after hearing about the eight, nine and ten inch cocks she had confessed to experiencing, the knowledge of Jeremiah's twelve inches would destroy his fragile ego. No, no, no, no! No way was she going to walk into that room. She turned to leave, but Peggy was there suddenly, "Oh no you don't sweetie. You need this Shel. Now get in there and socialize."

"I can't Peg. I've told you the effect that Jeremiah has on me."

"I know you did sweetie, that's why he's here. There are a half dozen other good-looking single guys here too. I'm not telling you to fuck any of them; you are a grown woman and you can control the opening and closing of your legs, but you need this party Shel. You need to know that you don't have to stay cooped up in your house thinking that you are fat and unappealing just because that dimwit you are married to ignores you. Lots of men think pregnant women are sexy, so get out there and let yourself feel good for a change."

Peggy had been right. Shelly had needed to get out. She circulated and socialized and got enough male attention to make her pussy wet. She had been horny for days, no, weeks, and she had been horny when she left the house for the party so the fact that men were sniffing around her made her pussy drip. One guy, Gary, had flat out propositioned her.

"I find pregnant women to be among the sexiest on the planet and I would sure love the opportunity to prove to you that I mean that."

"Oh come on, I'm a married woman."

"A married woman alone and fairly reeking of sex. I'd be a fool not to try."

"Well I thank you for the compliment and the interest, but I'm afraid that I'll have to disappoint you."

"Too bad, it would have been fun." He had handed her a piece of paper, "My number, just in case you change your mind."

Without thinking Shelly had put the number in her purse and then she had headed for the bathroom. She wondered why she had taken Gary's number. She knew she wouldn't call him, but he had wanted her and she felt her pussy tingle at the thought that she could have had him had she wanted. She could have led him to Peg's spare bedroom and then she could ha...stop it girl and get a grip. She wiped herself, got up and freshened her make up and got ready to return to the party. She opened the bathroom door to find Jeremiah standing there.

"Can't run now Babe. You can't avoid me any longer. I guess it is safe to say that I have you cornered."

He stepped forward towards her and she had stepped back only to realize that she had made a tactical blunder. Now when Jeremiah stepped in and closed the door she was trapped. He was right, she had been avoiding him. Every time he had moved her way she had moved to keep distance. She had known that the safe thing to do was turn and leave when she first saw him, but she hadn't and now she would pay the price of her stupidity. Jeremiah always had had a hold on her that she could never understand or fight. He could make her do things that she didn't want to do and she did them without protest. In college she had been his slut and had done what ever he wanted. Give his roommate a blow job? No problem Jere. Take on six of his buddies at a poker party? Lay down and ask who was first. He wanted it, she did it, no questions asked. She had only been able to breakaway from him because he had graduated and moved to take a job in another state. He told her he would be back for her, but she had known her behavior was self-destructive and as soon as he was gone and couldn't exert direct control over her she had transferred schools. Now here he was looking down at her and she felt weak in the knees.

He smiled, "You know what we both want, do it."

She looked up at him numbly and shook her head no.

"Come on sugar, you know you're going to do it so lets get with the program here."

"Please Jere, I can't. I'm a married woman now. I'm going to have a baby. What you and I did in college is in the past. Now please, let me out of here."

"No sugar. You know how much I love white pussy and the sweetest white pussy is married pussy that belongs to another man. There isn't anything that can compare with the feeling I get when I slide my cock into another man's woman and hear her scream for me to never stop. And I do remember your screams sugar and I'm going to hear them again, and again and again. As far as you being pregnant, well, that pisses me off. I intended to be the one to make your belly swell, but I'll make sure that the next one is mine. Now stop stalling sugar."

"Please Jere, don't make me do it."

"I'm not making you do anything sugar. You are going to do it on your own and then we are going to have a night like old times."

She stared up at him and she knew he was right. She was going to do it on her own. Her hands went to his zipper and she slowly went down on her knees. Shelly unzipped him and reached inside his fly for his already hard cock. She worked it out of his pants and took it in both hands. She stared at it and marveled that she had been able to take it so easily into her body. She caressed it with her hands and then leaned forward and licked the drop of pre-cum from the slit in the large ebony head. She tried to remember how many times in the past she had sucked Jere's magnificent cock and wondered how many more times she would do it in the future. She opened her mouth and surrounded the meat with her soft lips and began trying to relax her throat muscles as more and more of Jere's cock pushed toward the back of her throat. Then Jere had his hands in her hair and he was fucking her face. Saliva was running out of her mouth and she felt his cock throb and she reached and grabbed his ass and held on as he erupted and shot his juice down her throat. She did her best to gulp it all down, but some leaked out of the corner of her mouth and dripped down on the front of her black dress. Thank god Josh was out of town because she would never be able to explain cum stains on her dress. As Jere's cock began to go soft Shelly attacked it with her lips and tongue. The die was cast now, Jere had her on her knees - his slut again - and she couldn't wait to feel his hard twelve inches stretching her pussy. In less than a minute she felt him stir and she let his cock slip out of her mouth and she smiled up at him.

"You are still the best sugar and now let's move on." He took her by the hand and led her down the hall toward Peggy's spare bedroom. "Peg told me about how much you are hurting sugar, but you won't be hurting after tonight."

They passed Peggy in the hallway and she smiled at them, "Have fun kids."

In the bedroom Shelly wasted no time in getting her clothes off. "How do you want me lover" she panted as she got up on the bed.

"Where do you want it sugar?"

"Not my ass baby, not yet. It's been too long since I've had one there and I'm not ready."

"On your knees then sugar. I want to see that ripe belly sway as I fuck you."

Shelly got on her hands and knees and Jere moved up behind her. She gasped when his huge tool slipped past her pussy lips into her already soaking wet pussy and said, "Careful that you don't poke the baby's eye out."

"What?"

"Nothing baby, just a private joke."

She pushed back at him and almost came as she remembered how good that huge pole had made her feel. And then Jere was pounding into her and making her feel that way again. As he fucked her hard and fast she gave herself over to him completely and if anyone had been there to whisper in her ear, "What is your husbands name?" she wouldn't have known the answer. Jere pounded her pussy as she buried her head in a pillow and squealed in delight. She had forgotten how good it felt to be truly filled.

"Oh God baby" she panted, "I've missed that cock. I've missed what you can do to me. Don't stop baby, please don't ever stop."

"You my whore again?"

"God yes lover, if you want me I'm yours, just don't ever stop fucking me."

"You going to fuck whoever I say?"

"You know I will baby, I'm your slut, your married white whore."

"You always was a nigger lover, wasn't you?"

"Just you baby, just you and your huge black cock"

"Get ready slutty Shelly, here comes my special sauce."

She felt the force of his ejaculation as it splashed her insides and almost cried when his cock went limp and he withdrew it form her.

"We ain't through yet sugar. You know what to do."

Shelly changed positions and captured the soft cock with her mouth and she went to work and had him hard again in no time. This time he had her lie down on her back. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and slid his cock into her now well lubed pussy.

"Think my spraying your insides with my sauce might paint your baby a different color?"

"I don't care, just fuck me baby, just fuck me. God but I have missed your cock Jere, give it to me and never stop giving it to me."

"Oh I won't sugar, and you can count on that."

Shelly laid back and pulled her knees up as far as her swollen belly would let her and Jeremiah looked down at the white whore that he owned again. As he slid his pole in her he thought about all the money he was going to make off her in the coming months. Shelly, not knowing the plans that Jeremiah had for her, cried out, "Oh yes, oh God yes, fuck me Jere, fuck me, fuck me." Soon she was moaning loudly as she had an orgasm and then she felt Jere'' cum splash against her inside pussy walls for the third time that night.

"Jesus sugar, you are hot. We have to get you cooled down. Play with yourself until I get back from the john."

He turned and looked at the little whore, nylon covered legs spread wide, high heels digging into the mattress, rounded belly, swollen tits and opened cunt with cum leaking out of it. He smiled, oh yes, it's going to be just like old times. She blew him a kiss as her fingers stroked her clit. "Hurry lover, hurry.

Shelly heard the click and saw the flash at almost the same time and she looked over and saw Peg with a camera. Peg smiled, "Jere wanted something he could carry with him when he is on business trips. Don't sweat it sweetie. Only one copy and Jere will have it."

"Why did you do this to me? Why did you set me up? I thought that you were my friend. If this gets out my marriage will be ruined."

"Good! If it ruins your marriage to that asshole then I will consider it as my one good deed that should get me into Heaven."

"How can you be like that? Josh has never done anything bad to you."

"It isn't what he has done to me girlfriend, it is what he is doing to you. Constantly making you feel bad because you enjoyed yourself before you met him, not taking care of you now when you need it. The man is a total asshole Shel, pure and simple and you would be better off with him out of your life. Whatever, you obviously needed tonight and hopefully it isn't over for you yet. Hey, got to get back to my party.

Shelly's head rolled from side to side as she used her fingers on herself. Her eyes were closed and she was enjoying her self-induced buzz when Jere came back into the room and climbed on the bed.

"Hurry, hurry baby, put your cock in me, I need it."

Her eyes shot open when she heard a voice say, "Damned straight I will."

It wasn't Jere's voice. She opened her eyes and looked up just as a cock lanced into her pussy. It was Ron, Peggy's boyfriend. Off to the side she saw Jere standing and smiling. "I told you I had to cool you down. You are just too hot for one man sugar."

She looked around the room and saw several other men undressing as Jere said, "I told you it was going to be just like old times sugar."

The rest of the night was a blur as Shelly had man after man and orgasm after orgasm. When the last man was done with her Jere had smiled down at her. "You are mine again sugar. Mine to use like I want. I'm going out of town for two days and when I come back I'm going to fuck you in your own bed and I'm going to leave cum stains all over your husbands side of the mattress. I'm going to want your tight ass so if you have a dildo and some KY you need to get it ready for me, okay?"

"Okay Jere."

"Friday night I'm having a poker game. Do you remember what I expect from you at poker games?"

"Yes Jere."

"Good sugar. The boys are going to love that round belly. Just something about fucking a white man's woman that turns them on. And white, wedding rings and pregnant is about the best there is. Now get over here and suck my cock one more time before I have to go."

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Shelly was sitting in her kitchen sipping coffee and remembering the night before. She had no idea of what was to become of her; all she knew was that she felt better than she had in months. She had no idea how she was going to square going to Jere's poker game with Josh. He would be home by then. If worse came to worse she would just tell him the truth since he was bound to find out about Jeremiah sooner or later. The idea of saying no to Jere never even occurred to her. Jere. Damn it, it was going to be two days before he got back. What was she going to do for two days? Then she remembered Gary and the number he had given her. She smiled as she reached for her purse, why not? What was one more?