Gustaf's Tongue
And why he provides a vital community service.
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Sara strolled confidently through my bar, steering around the leather sofas and glass-topped tables and stepping over a few legs casually sticking out in her way. She turned heads on the way. Many men and some girls noticed her beauty, enhanced, I thought, by the pronounced baby bump almost ready for birthing.
When she spotted me counting stock, Sara waved. I smiled back and noticed the mild desperation dancing in her eyes and flickering across her face.
“Have a drink - I’ll be right with you.”
“Okay.”
My bartender served her while I finished my stocktake. I could have left it, but teasing Sara would elevate her fun. Although heavily pregnant, she still looked sultry and gorgeous and exquisitely groomed.
When I finished my work, I joined Sara, using the music as my cover to lean in and whisper.
“Have you been good, Sara?”
“Yes… but I can’t hold on much longer. Sorry, I’m late. I had trouble getting ready.”
“Is your pussy wet, sweetheart?”
“Why not feel her and check for yourself.”
Sara opened her legs as wide as her maternity dress allowed. When she bit her bottom lip, unleashing her inner slut, I slid one hand onto her knee, squeezing gently before trotting my fingers up a silken thigh until their tips reached a glorious sticky patch that slowed them.
I slid one finger higher, pressing it against her lace fabric gusset, pausing to take her temperature. Her damp mound felt hot, and the fabric was tight from the swollen pussy lips inside. As I rubbed between her pussy lips, more moisture seeped into the already saturated fabric. I retrieved my hand and raised it while she watched me with a lewd smile and deeply furrowed brow.
I sniffed my finger, and Sara contorted her face into a tawdry, frustrated mess.
“That’s not fair, Gustaf. You promised me your excellent tongue, and now you are teasing me.”
“Let’s go, Sara.”
“Where?”
“Upstairs on the pool table.”
“Thank fuck.”
Sara slid off the bar stool, leaving behind half a glass of sparkling water with ice and a slice. She scampered upstairs as gracefully as a heavily pregnant woman could, using the key I gave her to open our private room. She almost threw herself onto the green baize pool table while I connected my phone to a Bluetooth speaker, playing Ella Fitzgerald, which I loved listening to while giving a girl some head.
“Slip your panties off and spread your legs wide open, please, Sara.”
“Will my underwear be framed and pinned on the wall of shame?”
“If you squirt hard enough and fill my mouth, yes. I’m sure everything will be fine.”
All the unmarried women who came to enjoy my tongue wanted their panties pinned on my trophy wall of shameful spillage. When Sara wriggled out of hers and tossed them to me, her underwear certainly smelled and tasted pungent and damp.
With her feet secured in the heel straps I had fixed to walls on either side of her and an ass hanging over the removed corner pocket of my pool table, I had perfect access to a very beautiful, pregnant pussy.
Her pussy lips were engorged and looked sticky. With no pubic bush, I saw her tiny pores, each brimming with the sweet nectar I loved to lick and swallow. I inhaled, and she giggled as I sighed, enjoying her heady aroma as an oenophile appreciates fine wine.
“I’m stretched wide open for you.”
“I find it’s the best way for me to access all areas.”
“Will you lick everything?”
“Only if you ask specifically.”
“Must I? I feel ashamed.”
“What would you like, Sara - you must ask.”
“Oh god.”
All the girls wanted a full service but were terrified to ask for the taboo. While Sara agonized over the question, I inspected her exceptionally well-shaven and bleached holes. Her anal whorl looked tight, with spiraling ridges descending tornado-like into a tiny, pink pinprick. I doubted anyone had fucked it.
I licked my lips and glanced up, seeing Sara nibbling her bottom lip.
“Gustaf?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Will you… umm…”
“Yes?”
“Will you rim my whirly hole, please?”
“Has anyone done that before?”
“No - I’ve always been good.”
“Okay… Let’s change that.’
My heart pounded like a cheetah tracking prey, and I snorted, my nostrils blowing wide like a dragon breathing fire.
I sat on a low stool, leaned forward, and kissed my way up her silken, quivering thighs, pausing to savor a thin, sticky veneer that had seeped from her panties. I grinned, enjoying a fiery ignition of my libido on the taste and smell of her leaking, sordid, swollen pussy.
I love eating pregnant pussy.
When my tongue slid between her swollen pussy lips, Sara whimpered like a Babylonian whore being fucked by her king. I spread her labia wide between forefingers and thumbs, plowing the wide open, sticky crease gently, then more firmly until I reached her a delicious, engorged clitoris, begging to be led to an orgasm.
When I sucked both her pussy lips into my mouth, Sara moaned loudly, pushing her tight, drenched slit forwards, further over the pool table pocket where my chin replaced the net.
I swilled her nectar, clenching her clitoris tightly between both lips, applying suction with a bit of air passing over her pink nub to vibrate.
She lifted her ass cheeks, moaned loudly, and kneaded her breasts, tweaking the nipples to relieve sexual tension. She moaned delightfully when I stroked her baby bump gently while sliding my tongue down onto her anal whorl.
Sara was unleashed, her body trembling all over, her strangled voice releasing years of tortured desire as my flattened tongue ran slowly and gently across the ridges around her puckered hole. Her fantasy, not an uncommon one, was being delivered, and she was grateful.
I reached in deep with clawing fingers, pulling open the tiny pink pinprick, licking inside her with my tongue tip. She panted, gasped desperately, whimpering and begging incoherently.
When I slid my tongue inside Sara’s back passage, she screamed and tried to relax, aiding my penetration. Her anus was tight, but I was enthusiastic and practiced, so I drove my tongue deeper inside my pregnant lover’s rectum until I licked the nerve cluster that sent her wild.
When my tongue muscles cramped, I withdrew, and she panted like a steam train chuffing at full speed. I glanced up and saw the results of my excellent work on a desperate little-girl-lost face quivering like the ground around an earthquake mid-orgasm.
“Please don’t tease me too much. Oxytocin might flood me and induce my baby. It’s too early.”
“Okay, but an orgasm might do that.”
“Can you induce me with your cock in a couple of weeks, Gustaf?”
“I’d love to.”
“And stay for the birth - I have nobody.”
“You do now.”
I clenched my lips around Sara’s solid, sticky clitoris and sucked while dragging my tongue side to side across. She bucked and writhed around, enjoying the relief, validation, and love I brought to all those girls who didn’t have a regular guy.
Sara squirted hard, and tiny jets of sweet unicorn pee sprayed in time with her muscle contractions as she fed me the nectar I’d become addicted to.
I covered her pee hole with my puckered lips, sucking as she sprinkled, and I swallowed every drop while my fingers circled the base of her clitoris. She slammed both ass cheeks down hard onto the green baize every time her back arched, enjoying another wave of orgasmic rapture.
When Sara descended from her last shudder, bellowing a final rapturous scream, I licked her pussy more gently, cleaning every drop of sweetness until she was done, whimpering and purring in a loving afterglow.
When I helped Sara to her feet, I took her panties, my hammer, and nails, then strolled to the wall, immortalizing her shame. She grinned and looked proud, joining her friends, sister, and Mom.
“Was I a good girl, Gustaf?”
“You were perfect, Sara.”
“May I return soon?”
“Anytime you wish, sweetheart.”
“Don’t forget you promised to induce me in a couple of weeks.”
Why would he not stick his cock in her? I banged my wife till about the last day I pounded that pregnant pussy. Was sooo erotic! I loved it. Also loved milking those swollen titties..
What an unexpected treat on a Saturday evening Kate. You’ve hit on one of my favourite activities and described the feelings of euphoria it awakens in me perfectly. Thank you. Off to dream now.