At one point in my life I went through six pregnant women, one right after the other.Here are
three of my experiences.

First Trimester.

Bea got pregnant. She was the last person in our circle we thought would get pregnant. As a
rising executive in a Fortune 500 company, her pregnancy would certainly slow, if not outright
stall her climb up the corporate ladder. And she wasn't even in a relationship - that we knew
of. It just didn't make sense.

But then, rational thought is no competition for a woman's biological clock. What made even less
sense was my entering into a relationship with her. I wasn't attracted to her - her grating
personality just turned me off. I was really after her best friend, Terri. I just sort of
stumbled into the relationship after having lunch with the two women.

Bea mentioned she needed to move some stuff out of her condo and into a storage faciilty. To
score some points with Terri, I volunteered for the heavy lifting. One thing led to another-
assembling baby furniture, painting the nursery...etc - and I ended up becoming Bea's go-to
man.

I knew she appreciated my help but I could tell she was beginning to question my motives. She
started testing me. First, there was flirting and teasing. I didn't take the bait. I really
wasn't attracted to her.

Then, she became verbally abusive. Nothing I did was fast enough, good enough, or competent
enough. I didn't take it personally. The first trimester is physically and emotionally brutal
on women. And I could tell she was beginning to feel the full import of her decision. She was
scared. I understood. But I couldn't be seen as weak. I can dish it out as well take it.

I got kicked out a lot.

It was just part of the process. She wanted to know if I'd come back, if she could depend on me.
It was all about developing trust.



Second Trimester.

Katie was a perfect example of the second trimester metamorphosis. As she explained it to
me, "It's like I'm in a different body, experiencing sensations for the first time." I imagine it
was like what I felt revving the engine of my first muscle car, feeling the power rumble
under my ass. I couldn't wait to take her out to the highway and open her up.


But I had to be patient with Katie. Just because the hormones flowing through her body were
making her feel sexy, that didn't mean she wanted to have sex. If I'd tried to push her into sex,
I would have blown it. Instead, I offered to help her explore her "new" body with light massages.
We took our time.

Eventually we found an erogenous zone that really revved up her engine: her feet.

It didn't take but a good foot massage to lather her up. But she didn't always want to follow it
with sex. I just had to accept that and not pressure her. When she did want sex she always gave
me the same cue: she'd raise a foot to my face, inviting me to suck her toes. After that, it was
on like Donkey Kong.

She'd want my tongue on her clit and a finger rubbing her g-spot. And she wanted it immediately!
In no time she'd spray like the Bellagio fountains - she nearly took my eye out the first time.
It surprised her too; she'd never squirted before in her life. And the orgasms were so intense
they'd knock her out of commission, leaving her with an exhausted smile on her face as she held
her stomach, feeling the baby stir from all the commotion.


Bea's new erogenous zone was in an even more unexpected place, and she was none too happy about
it. It started with a pleasurable bowel movement. She didn't think much of it until it happened
again. It was more than just relief, she was enjoying it.

It was richly ironic because Bea was known to have delicate sensibilities about that area
of the body. Any time subjects such as gas, diarrehea, or anal sex were even broached, she
would leave the room. So when she confided in me about her "movements," I couldn't resist
wallowing in her discomfort.

"If that's were your itch is, I'll scratch it."

"Ew! That's disgusting. I bet you'd like that wouldn't you. You men will stick it anywhere."

"Look, Bea, if you want to try it, just say so."

"Well I don't! So, don't bring it up again."

I didn't have too. After yet another one of those glorious "movements," she called me into the
bathroom. I walked in on her leaning on the counter top with her bare ass stuck out.

"Just do it." I tried explaining to her that it wasn't as easy as just sticking it into her
virgin ass, but she cut me off.

"Don't talk about it!"

I took my time loosening her up, then I slowly pushed the head into her anal ring.

"Stop! It's not going to fit."

"Shhh! Trust me." Another little nudge, and plop, I was in. She sighed with relief. Ten minutes
later she was a moaning, groaning little butt slut. But she never got over her disgust for the
act. After literally fucking the shit out of her, she'd always kick me out - she could never
face me immediately after.

Jodi had more conventional tastes sexually, but she was the hardest on me physically. She wanted
me to stay over and spoon with her until she fell asleep. The problem was her baby would
sometimes get restless in the middle of the night, and the sirring of life made her incredibly
horny. She'd wake me up sucking my dick. Then we would lace fingers over her stomach and I'd
enter her from behind. The combination of the spooning, the baby's movement, and my dick rubbing
against her vaginal walls would send her over the top. The sex was great but I lost a lot of
sleep.


Third Trimester

The third trimester is tricky. I could never gauge how a woman was going to change. Bea became
very maternal. Butt fucking was out. Mothers didn't do that sort of thing. She gave me blowies
to keep me around but she locked the back door and threw away the key.

Jodi became self-conscious about "leaking" doing orgasms. It took some convincing before she
accepted that I was okay with it.

Katie was gung-ho right up to her delivery. Her orgasms became even more intense as the baby got
heavier.

But there was one thing all the women had in common: They grew increasingly uncomfortable with me
being around. They were preparing themselves for the next phase of their lives. Between their
jobs and their babies there would be no time for anything - or anyone- else.

I had to go.

And that's what you have to understand and accept in this type of relationship. It's never about
you. Sexually, you'll never be any more meaningful to them than the vibrator they keep in their
nightstand. Expect the sex to be one-sided, as well every other aspect of the relationship.
You're not building a life together no matter how warm and fuzzy you may feel. If you can accept
that, then maybe prego sex is for you.

 

Wow! That was extremely interesting and enlightening! Thanks!

 

When my late wife was pregnant that had to be some of the best sex we ever had. lol and i could cum in her without worry.

 

The best part is the hormonal spikes; makes them horny as hell.

 

very entertaining.

 

Got a message from prego who is sixteen weeks along. Husband's out chasing other pussy. They're out there fellas.

 

I love sex when I was pregnant it's the best especially when my husband was out chasing other women at the bar no shortage of guys wanting to have sex with me there was a variety.

 

I can attest, I was never as horny as I was during each of my pregnancy's. Starting in my second trimester my hormones would go into overdrive and stay like that until I delivered. The further I got the more I had to have it. I never felt attractive or desirable when I was pregnant, but I was always surprised at how many men came onto me during this time.

We were not in the lifestyle at the time, this was long before we crossed that bridge. Outside of being pregnant I never had any desire for other men but when I was pregnant I cheated a lot. As you said, a woman changes a lot during this time. My erogenous zone during this time was definitely my nipples. They are normally very sensitive and during pregnancy I wanted them pinched, pulled and abused. The harder the better and more turned-on I would become. I always started to lactate and leak large volumes of colostrum as I neared my ninth month. Guys seemed to love this and would suck on my tits for every drop they could get.

Going into each of my deliveries I was getting dick at the time I began active labor. My contractions always resulted in the guy blowing a large load inside me. With my first, I was home taking it from a guy who lived nearby who had me bent over our picnic table. He had stopped over one day a few weeks previously and asked about my due date and if we knew what we were having. He ended up rubbing my belly and I almost jumped him. Apparently, he had a fetish for pregnant women and had a motive in talking to me that day. His strategy worked well. The morning I went into labor he had stopped as I was out back watering my flowers. He began to rub my tits through my maternity jumper and bra and I ended up sucking his dick on our picnic table. He undressed me removing my maternity panties and as I stood bent over the table he pushed his large dick into my pussy that was on fire. I don't know if it was the size of his dick hitting my cervix or not but I went into labor as he drained his big load as deep inside me as he could manage.

I called my husband to come home to get me to the hospital. My husband arrived home to meet this guy for the first time. I was still nude and was in the bathroom wanting to shower and the guy said he had just stopped and was trying to help me. Fortunately, my water broke as my husband stood and I never had to explain the fresh cum. He wrapped me in a blanket and I delivered eight minutes after we arrived at the hospital.

This neighbor never came around until I was into my eighth month with my second and third pregnancies. By that time I craved his large dick and could not get enough of it.

 

Thank you ladies for your openness. There are some really deserving pregos out there who need a good fuck. Now you've heard it from the ladies, fellas. Get off your ass!

 

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Now that makes me wonder where you are?

 

They're everywhere. Stop looking for a sure thing. Introduce yourself to a prego. They don't bite.

 

I've long since quit looking for "sure things". I'm up for many things now ... perfection is fantasy. Of course we all have our preferences but even those are not locked in stone. One that appreciates "older" is good though.

 

Pregnant women are just gorgeous. While I have never been with one they always drive me crazy.

 

Thanks for like, hungtounnge.

 

ive always wanted to have sex with a pregnant woman

 

What's stopping you? Add it to your bucket list.

 

I'm down for that

 

Damn i would drop my load inside you while having some tasty milk aint stoping till i cum inside you