The backyard park hummed with afternoon quiet, steps from our apartment block. Sun warmed my huge six-month twin belly. I sat on the bench, book forgotten, tears pricking. Yesterday’s park glimpse replayed—that gray-haired man in his sixties, soft face, eyes lingering gentle. No creep vibe. Today, he was there again, across the grass. I sobbed into my hands, discreet. Footsteps crunched soft. He sat beside me. ‘What’s wrong?’ Voice warm, low. Words tumbled—cheating boyfriend, caught mid-fuck on our bed, his pathetic note, no dad for my girls. He nodded, widowed, said I echoed his late wife. Philosophy flowed, time vanished. ‘Late. Coffee at mine? Continue.’ His place, next building over, thin walls between neighbors. No fear. Heart skipped. I nodded.
His door clicked shut, hallway light filtering under. Parquet creaked underfoot. Salon dim, blinds half-drawn, streetlamp glow sneaking through. Sofa plush. Coffee steamed. Sob escaped. His hand on mine, warm. Eyes locked—two lonelies. Lips met soft, then hungry. He grabbed my tits rough, squeeze electric. Desire flooded. I yanked up sweatshirt. Bra cups flipped, heavy veiny breasts spilled, brown saucers swollen. His hand cradled my taut belly. Clothes shed frantic—my maternity panties peeled wet. His pants dropped, old cock stiff, veiny. Fingers wrapped tender, stroking slow. ‘Gentle,’ I whispered. Naked embrace, skin hot. His palm pressed my head down. Knees hit rug, belly brushing shins. Lips parted, sucked slow. ‘Fuck, old as dad—turns me on.’ Saliva slicked. Muffled slurp. Walls thin—neighbors asleep? Thrill spiked.
The Contact
‘Sofa, doggy—your belly.’ Crawled up, ass high, pussy dripping, tits dangling achey, belly swaying heavy. Exposed, pregnant slut—revenge sweet. He slid in pussy one thrust, wet squelch. Gripped belly curve, pumped slow. Sofa creaked rhythmic. I bit lip, moans choked. ‘Shh,’ he hissed. Tits slapped thighs, hand kneaded nipple, fingers teased ass crack. New pleasure ripped—better than ex. He panted. ‘Sit, suck.’ Cock fresh from me, pussy juice tangy. Legs splayed wide, slut pose. Tasted myself, drooled sloppy. He lounged, fingers traced tits, mound, plump lips, belly resting thighs like dome. ‘Anal?’ ‘Virgin. Hurt?’ ‘Love makes it good.’ ‘Do me.’ Doggy again, sofa width. Tongue lapped pussy slime to anus, finger probed ring. Cockhead nudged pucker. Popped in smooth. ‘Push hard!’ Pain stabbed sweet, I bucked back. Full hilt, belly smacked ass. Parquet groaned faint. Blinds rattled soft—shadows outside? He gripped shoulders, rammed brutal. Ass numb, waves crashed. ‘Chienne,’ I gasped silent. Frenzy built, pregnant body quaked. He swelled—exploded deep, hot cum flood. I shattered, Hiroshima bliss. Leaked down slit, dirty proud. Sucked limp cock clean, ass-cum bitter. Enlaced sweat-slick, breaths hushed. Neighbors oblivious? Heart thundered.
Dawn crept through blinds. ‘Stay forever,’ he murmured. Kissed deep. Slipped out quiet, his door whispered shut. Hallway dim, stairs creaked under bare feet. Neighbor’s door passed—light under, TV murmur. Heart hammered. Secret burned hot. Back home, belly full, ass tender. Grinned wicked. They slept on.