[MF] My Pregnant Friend Needed Someone To Ease Her Sexual Frustration

I’m entering my mid-to-late 20s now, which means friends are now getting married, bragging about promotions at work, filling their homes with motivational artwork, and having babies. I haven’t reached that point in life. I don’t own a home. I’m still trying to achieve dreams I had back when I was a teen, and I’d make one terrible parent at the moment.

But hey, that’s life. It’s not a race. People value different things, you know? Some people want nothing more than to start a family. Some people want career success. Some people want to live in a van and travel the country. None of it is wrong. It’s all just different.

I say all this to introduce my friend, Mandy. She’s an old friend from back home. We were always just friends, and honestly, I’m surprised we were even that considering we didn’t have much in common. She hated horror movies because they were too scary. She genuinely enjoyed shopping at Walmart. She thought *’The Bachelor’* was the best show on television.

But she was super nice and always gave great advice. She was also just pleasant to hang with. No drama. You always knew how she felt. She would make you food when you came over. As you can imagine, Mandy was the type that wanted a family more than anything. She got married when she was 19, but they got a divorce two years later and never had baby. The dude she married wasn’t ready. He was also an alcoholic, so it was probably for the best.

That relationship kinda messed her up. She dated a few other people, but could never find a person to settle down with. Even though I moved, we still kept in touch and talked at least every other week throughout the years.

A couple months ago, she surprised me on FaceTime, showing off the slightest of baby bumps.

“You’re pregnant?” I asked.

“Yep! Can you believe it?” she responded.

“Wait, who… are you dating someone?”

She told me about how she met this dude at work and they had a friends with benefits situation going on. He’s the father, but for some reason they don’t want to try out a relationship. Mandy said he’s been weird ever since she told him she was pregnant and hasn’t come around as much.

Fast forward to just before the holidays, I arrived back in town to visit some family. “You better come visit me,” Mandy texted me two days before I was scheduled to leave. I was already planning on going there the next day.

When I arrived at her house, I noticed her belly had grew a bit. Her tits were also a little bigger than I remember them being. Her skin was glowing. Pregnancy looked good on her. She was wearing a long dress. I can’t give much more detail than that. I’m not exactly a fashionable person. All I know is that it nearly touched the ground and was quite flowy? And her tits looked great in it. Mandy was around 5’3, black hair, and had a summer tan that never seemed to go away. She’s small-town pretty, which is a compliment by the way. Like the type of girl you see working at your local TJ Maxx, and you’re like, “Damn, okay then. Maxx me up!”

As for me? Well, I’m not good at describing myself, but you can see a lot of me in my profile.

Anyway, Mandy had offered me some leftovers when I arrived, but I had just eaten, so I politely declined. We sat out on her back porch, enjoying the warmth of the south in the winter. She sipped on some flavored water. She looked down at her painted toes.

“Everything hurts,” she laughed.

“Really? How far along are you?” I replied.

“Around six months.”

“So you had known for a while before telling anyone?”

“Yeah. I was kinda ashamed, because well, you know I’m not in a relationship with anyone.”

“No one cares about that anymore,” I shot back.

“Around here they do, city boy,” she smiled.

“So how has it been so far? Being pregnant? Everything you had hoped for?”

She took a deep breath and sipped on her glass of water before answering, “Mmm. Not really. I thought it’d be much more glamorous,” she chuckled, and then added, “It’s weird. Lots of weird quirks come up. Weird pains you never had,” she paused, “Oh, and I’m horny like all the time.”

I looked at her, eyes wide, “For real? Is that normal?” I asked cluelessly.

“Apparently. I masturbate like every day, but it’s not fulfilling.”

“Story of my life,” I joked. She laughed, “No, but seriously, that sounds rough.”

“One night, I was so desperate, I almost called Jimmy,” she revealed. Jimmy was her ex-husband.

“Oh god. Isn’t he married again?”

“…yeah,” she said sheepishly, “Don’t give me that look! I didn’t do it! You don’t know what it’s like. No one wants you when you’re pregnant.”

“I find that hard to believe,” I responded, “You look great. You haven’t noticed me staring at your tits?”

She smirked, but didn’t say anything. She drank some more of her water and looked out at her backyard. Then, she finally spoke, “Will you fuck me?” she asked. I nearly fell out of her lawn chair.

“Are you serious?”

“Extremely. But you can’t make it weird after, okay? We’re just fucking. Like, think of it as you doing me a service. You’re helping a friend in need.”

“Like, I’m helping you move or something.”

“Exactly!” she smiled.

“I think I can do that.”

We slowly made our way back inside her house. I followed her to her bedroom. She laid back on the bed. I walked to the end of the bed and grabbed her feet, “You said these hurt, right?” I asked. She nodded, “So much,”

I held her feet and massaged them gently, pressing my thumbs against the middle of her feet. She let out a long sigh and melted against her pillow. Slowly, I moved my hands up her legs. I’d run my hands up to her knees and then go back down to her feet, teasing her a bit. Then, I lifted her dress up and moved my hands up to her warm and soft thighs. They were full and delicious. My fingers pressed against the inside of her thighs.

“mmm, that feels good,” she moaned. I ran my hands up her thighs to her hips. My fingertips grazed against the front of her panties. I dragged my nails against the skin of her thighs gently, and then climbed on top of the bed between her legs. She spread her legs to accommodate me. I lifted her dress above my head, covering myself with it like I was under a fort, and then planted soft kisses on each of her thighs. I wanted to make her feel good. I wanted to give her the release she deserved.

I kissed her with extreme care. Eventually, my lips found the front of her panties. I dragged my tongue down the fabric, kissing it deeply. Her thighs closed in around me, “Oh fuck,” she moaned. I moved her panties to the side, revealing her glistening pussy for the first time. I let my opened mouth hover above it. My breath warming up her lips. While teasing her with my breath, I slid my hands up over her belly until I found her full tits. I squeezed them gently.

And then I pressed my lips against her pussy, “Fuck!” she cried out. I kissed all over her sweet pussy. I made out with it. Kissed it deeply, dragged my tongue down to collect her juices, and then locked my lips around her clit. I brought it inside my mouth and sucked on it gently. She pressed her hands against mine, keeping them firmly on her breasts, “Oh my fucking…” she trailed off as she moaned and her breathing increased.

After a minute or two, I pulled back. I ran my tongue down her pussy again and kissed her thighs, before returning to her clit to finish her off. I pressed my tongue firmly against it, flicking it slowly, and then going back to sucking. She was moving all over the place, so I held her firmly by her hips as she came hard. Her back lifted off the bed, as she almost came to a sitting position, but her belly prevented her, “Fuckkkkkkkkk!” she cried out, squeezing the top of my head over her dress.

As she came down, I kissed her thighs some more. She pulled her dress over my head. The light was hard on my eyes as I looked up at her, “Fuck me,” she said in the most serious tone. She sat up, pulled her dress all the way off and then got on her side. I removed my pants in record time, and moved behind her. My warm cock pressed against her ass cheek as I reached around to grab her tits. She positioned herself against me, and with my free hand, I slid the head of my cock inside her waiting pussy.

“You feel so fucking good,” I whispered next to her ear as I slowly slid my full length inside her, “Oh yes,” she moaned back. I continued to play with her nipples as I fucked her gently. She moved her ass back against me to meet my thrusts, “You’re so fucking hot, you know that?” I whispered to her as I continued to thrust inside her. She let out a little smile in between moans. I removed my hands from her tits so I could watch them bounce around as I fucked her.

From there, I slid my hand down her belly and toward her clit. I rubbed it gently, “Yes, make me cum again,” she moaned. I pushed deeper inside her, fucking her sweetly yet roughly as I rubbed her clit. “I want to feel you cum on my cock,” I instructed her. “Cum on my fucking dick,” I added.

She moaned loudly and then started to shake just a little as she came once more, “Yes, yes,” she said breathlessly. I was close to cumming, barely hanging on. I think she could tell because my thrusts became more sporadic, “Cum on my tits, please,” she pouted. I pulled out of her, turned her over and stroked my cock over her tits. She held her tits together, “Cum for me baby,” she moaned, watching me the entire time.

“Oh fuck,” I cried out as I came all over her tits and neck. A few drops landed on her chin. She smiled and rubbed my cum all over her tits, circling her nipples with my load.

“Good lord,” I said, out of my breath, and a bit sweaty.

“Thank you,” she smiled.

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