The Pregnant Student and The Professor [Pt. 1]

[This was originally a roleplay in r/DirtyPenPals that got expanded]

The minute I saw you, I thought Is this it?

I had been around the bend before; I had been a professor for a while and always liked teaching English lit. I had just cracked 50; went through a wife and two kids before an amicable separation. I had taken good care of myself in the aftermath; diligent about doing pushups and sit ups and swimming in the university pool. I had earned a reputation as a bit of a gray fox, tall and muscular, with my salt and pepper bear and hair earning compliments all over.

I was always a little embarassed by this, but the horniest I had ever been in my life was when my wife was pregnant. It was amazing to watch her grow from her usual skinny self to a full blown fertility goddess with huge boobs, huge ass and her a big belly that drove me crazy, and she had the energy to match. I remember fucking her on all fours at all hours, shooting hot cum into her pussy, me waking up to her jerking me off in the middle of the night, and groping her breasts while we spooned in the bed. Our sheets were soaked from the huge orgasms she had every night!

But after we split, I resigned myself to the likelihood that it would be a two time thing, something to keep in the scrapbook of my lifetime of fucking. Once you’re dating past a certain age and dating older women, pregnancy just doesn’t factor into it.

Until I saw you and my heart skipped a beat and my dick got rock solid.

You walked into class and flashed me a shy, nervous smile. You had green eyes and mousy brown hair, and under your sundress a beautiful pair of boobs and a belly that was BIG.

After the third week you meekly came up to my desk and asked about my office hours, leaning in so I could get an eyeful of your cleavage. I stammered that it was half an hour after class and you said you’d be there. Amazingly, I didn’t feel guilt but an overpowering lust.

We spent every session after class together, and I admit feeling bad to snapping at other students who wanted to take up the time. You always had to take a “bathroom break” in the middle of our chats. I wondered if you had an overactive bladder or if you were masturbating, putting your fingers inside your wet pussy like I put my hand around my dick thinking of you as soon as I got home. You were always flushed when you came back, which gave me a pretty good idea.

You explained the story. Jock boyfriend who didn’t use a rubber and demanded you blow him under the bleachers, and a well off and conservative family that convinced you to follow through with the pregnancy. During our first meeting making conversation, I asked “How far along are you?”

“About 30 weeks, meaning that I’ll be 40 when the semester gets wrapped up.”

“And how old are you?”

“I’ve been 18 since this January.”

Jesus. Once you let it drop how horny you were, how guys on campus just weren’t interested in a massive pregnant girl. My jaw was open and you realized what you’d said, giggling it away with a wave of your hand.

I savored watching you get bigger and bigger every class. During the summer you wore t-shirts that were just a little too tight, and shorts that had the top button open, showing off just a hint of the belly I wanted to caress. By December you had started wearing the usual sweaters and scarves but for whatever reason the radiator hit our room hard and it’d start boiling. In the last month, I had the joy of watching you take everything except a t-shirt off and saw that your double D boobs were no longer constrained by a bra.

The end of the semester came and you were the last one in class taking the final. Weird, I thought, you had always been one of the best students in class and expected you to be first out the door and me fucking you a distant fantasy. You came up to my desk and handed in the test and said you wanted to talk.

In my office, you explained what happened. The plane ride back home had been cancelled due to a blizzard and there had been a miscommunication with your parents about your replacement ticket, so you’d be in your dorm for a week before you could get home.

“Not that I want to impose, but it’s so lonely in the dorms, especially if my roommate isn’t going to be around. Since we’ve gotten so close professor, and I know that you live in town, I was wondering if I could…stay with you for a week?”

Yes, in a heartbeat.

I escorted you to my car and took care to help you avoid the ice and snow. I held your hand for the first time walking you over and put my hands on your huge hips to help you in.

As soon as we got into the house and took off our coats, I went over to the fireplace and lit up.

“If you want I can make you a cup of hot cocoa. It’s great with the whipped-“

When I looked up, I froze in my tracks, You were standing there shirtless with your huge boobs out.

“Professor, I know what you’ve been dreaming about and I know how long I’ve been aching for you.”

Then I knew, this was it.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kfycw0/the_pregnant_student_and_the_professor_pt_1