A pregnant woman decides to use her friends little boy for her pleasure
I’m Shabana. 20, married and pregnant. Since the time I got my periods I knew I was a very sexual person. My frustrated needs extended to all, without boundaries. Except animals. Never animals.
I mean, I didn’t have sex per se, but I did entertain the thoughts and fantasies of it with members of my immediate family. For instance, my father. Every time when he came back from the border, I would snuggle up to him as much as I could and feel him, grope him as I slept on his lap, drooled deliberately on his pants near wherever I guessed his circumcised dick was. There was just something about him in that Pakistani Ranger uniform of his, that I found incredibly hard to resist. Abbu of course never picked up on any of my hints. He would fuck other women but just not children, that’s what I think. His kind of idealism, I guess.
It’s no wonder then, that I ended up marrying someone who was also a soldier in the Pakistani Army, that too at the age of 16. You can just imagine my crazy eagerness. But Sajad, my husband, had more women and countless friends in Oman where he had been practically brought up. Not having much to do during the enormous amount of leave that the Rangers gave him, he would simply pack up and leave me. Alone, in the deserted house.
By now I was even showing my baby bump, so physically I was losing his attention. Every woman in Pakistan gets this phase and I’ve been brought up so that I don’t get suicidal thoughts when he goes looking for 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘫 or 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘵 (pussy action) elsewhere.
The only ones, other than pesky relatives whose company I enjoy are Urmila and her 10 year old son, Krishna. Urmila works as a house servant, though I refer to her as my only and dear friend. Her life is tough, she faces religious discrimination everyday of the week and threats of forced conversion by one of many local militias and radical outfits, which usually means rape. Using my fathers connections I somehow keep her safe, but in such a volatile atmosphere, no one is safe.
Yet her life doesn’t seem to bother her mood. Urmila has a loving husband, working as a local taxi driver and it is something I wish for in my husband a lot. As I said, Urmi is someone I trust completely and it is reciprocated. The only thing she doesn’t appreciate about me, is my sex drive and the thoughts that come with it. I love to see her cringe and shy away everytime I say something related to that. But she doesn’t judge me and laughs along with me.
Right now, Urmi is busy. She has basically adopted me as her child ever since I got pregnant. She was the first one I told.
I suddenly see Krishna walk in, dressed as usual in underwear, his shirtless body showing his dark skin and without any slippers. He has a tray with him, holding a special milk that Urmi makes for me. I took it and beckoned the boy to sit beside me.
Krishna didn’t hesitate and jumped beside me on the bed, tracing curves on my swollen pregnant belly, which I had left uncovered owing to the heat. I shivered as his small fingers ran across my navel. Both Urmi and I had clocked his unusual fascination with my pregnancy.
“You remember, Krishna? I used to play with you when you were a baby.” He shakes his head. Krishna is not talkative, but with me he does open up a bit.
“Ok, what about when you won first place in running? When was that?” Krishna held up three fingers. For no reason and out of some innate animalistic sexual urge, when he did that, I pulled his hand close and sucked on his small, upright fingers. Just salivating on them, while watching the little boy giggle in surprise and trying to wrestle away from my grasp.
Then I put his whole fist inside my mouth. I got him to ball it up and it easily slid inside. I gasped and choked at the new feeling and began to stab at my cunt, through my nighty.
“Gawk, gak… gak… . Uhhh… thoo… gulp.” I slobbered all over his fist, pushing it inside further till it prodded my throat. Krishna was on the verge of being terrified and mildly curious as to what the fuck I was doing with his hand lodged deep in my throat. I pulled it out and allowed myself to breathe. My pointed toes, relaxed, I looked at Krishna, shamefully embarrassed.
𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘜𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?
Krishna kept his hand on my chest. It was completely wet with my saliva and was drenching my boobs, as it dribbled down my heaving chest. I saw him gazing there and without a word I lifted up both of my melons and let them hang freely, barely held up by my top, for his pleasure. He just stared at them, almost afraid to touch them. As I was beginning to comprehend what to do next, his mother called him and Krishna ran out. I slid down on my bed and let both my mind and body rest.
It is definitely going to be a great summer, I think to myself as I lie back, fantasizing all that I would do with my new toy.
👄This will be the best oral sex you have ever experienced.👅