The Morning Show

Young actress Tara didn’t know her radio DJ friend Cindy was pregnant—and didn’t have any idea what that would do to her.

 

(FF, preg)

By: Punchinello for Pulp Erotica

 

Boston, 1972

Right on time, as usual for her appearances, television actress Tara Carlyle arrived at the WVOB “Voice of Boston” radio studio looking as sleek and sexy as she did in any photo shoot despite the early hour. But this time she came into the studio timidly, clutching a bottle of mineral water, trying not to stare. “Oh wow, Cindy, did you get a boob job since the last time I saw you?”

Cindy laughed. She was the only person in the studio at the moment—not that the guys would have been shocked by the girl talk. “No! Not exactly. I got a baby boob job.”

“What?!” Cindy came out from behind the tall table and showed her big, round belly. Tara was visibly stunned. “Come here!” She gave Cindy a big hug and a pat on the stomach. The two had struck up a friendship the first time the actress had come on the show. The guys liked her as a guest because she was not only wicked hot but also quick with a clever comeback. They joked that her tongue was their favorite part of her. “Oh, my gosh! Look at you! You look fantastic!”

Cindy did look fantastic. She hadn’t gained much weight for the pregnancy, and she truly glowed. Her breasts had plumped up very noticeably, getting her a lot more attention than she anticipated. The bottle-blond actress took a gulp of water. “Oh wild,” she admired, “do you get to keep those?”

“Well, not really,” Cindy said. She ushered the younger woman to a secluded corner where they could sit together. “They only last while you breast feed.”

“Oh, bummer,” Tara said. “They don’t stay like that? That sucks.” She leaned in confidentially. “Maybe you should breast feed forever. They look great.”

Cindy laughed again. “Well, everything seems to get bigger when you get pregnant.”

Tara laughed. “But you so good! You really haven’t gained much weight—except for that belly! Usually you can see it in the woman’s face, but I couldn’t tell until you showed me your belly.”

“Oh, thanks,” Cindy said warmly, taking Tara’s hand.

“How far along are you?”

“Almost eight months,” answered Cindy.

Tara took another drink and went back to those fascinating breasts. “So how big are they now? How much bigger did they get?”

Cindy blushed and fidgeted under the scrutiny, covering herself with one hand. She was kind of proud of her “mommy boobs” and had just happened to wear a rather revealing black top. “Don’t cover them!” Tara complained. “Seriously—how much bigger are they?”

Cindy pulled her hand away again and said, “Well, they used to be nice C cups, but now they’re Ds, maybe bigger.”

“Wow!” Tara said. “That would be so groovy....”

“Wait till you have them; then decide how great they are,” Cindy said, arching her aching back. “They’re dang heavy, let me tell ya.”

“Mine would never get that big,” Tara said. It was true. Tara was a slender little thing, with narrow hips that looked great in low-rider jeans and small-B-cup breasts—encased today in a red stretch top that showed them off to their best advantage. She was greatly admired for her girlish look in the entertainment industry, but she secretly longed for a voluptuous figure like Cindy’s.

“You’d be surprised at how big yours would get, I think,” Cindy said encouragingly, stroking the little blond’s slim hand.

“They might get big enough to give my boyfriend something to hang on to,” Tara laughed.

“On you, they probably wouldn’t get so big they’d sag. You’d look great.”

“Do you think so?” asked Tara asked. “Do yours sag? Are they that heavy?”

Cindy looked around guardedly. Then she looked into Tara’s eyes. “Wanna see them?”

Tara lit up. “Do I?!”

Cindy took Tara up by the hand and pulled her along behind her. Cindy got a little thrill from the thought of showing her big breasts to the young actress. It was amazing how any little thing could make her hormones start pumping since he had become pregnant. She wanted sex from her husband more often—and got it—and still found herself locking the door and playing with her toys a few times each week.

Cindy took Tara into the guest’s lounge. Since Tara was the only in-studio guest that day, they’d have complete privacy. She locked the door behind them as Tara sat down on the sofa, still clutching her bottle of water.

“Whip ‘em out,” Tara challenged. She was obviously turned on by the naughtiness of the situation. In Hollywood, she had a reputation as a good girl who like to do bad things now and then.

Cindy sat down next to Tara and faced her. She slowly unbuttoned her daring black blouse and opened it to reveal her lacy black brassiere underneath. “Oh, I love that bra,” Tara said. “It’s so groovy.”

“I had to buy all new ones,” Cindy said, laying the blouse aside. “I might have gone too small anyway. I’m kind of spilling out.” Her big breasts were noticeably squeezed by the bra, pushing them forward even more provocatively over her big, round belly.

“You’re beautiful,” Tara breathed, caressing Cindy’s stomach. It was warm and firm but tender to her touch. “God, it makes me want to get pregnant so bad.” She gazed into Cindy’s eyes and back at her breasts. Silently, Cindy reach behind her and unfastened the bra. She shrugged the straps off her shoulders and pulled the cups away from her heavy breasts, which sagged under their own weight. The nipples were very large, soft, and pink. “You’re husband must love them,” Tara observed, not taking her eyes off them.

“He’s always hugging me and holding me,” Cindy said. “He’s a lot more affectionate now. He always wants to rub my belly and hold my breasts.”

“I know guys who would love to bury their faces in those,” Tara said. But a profound desire was bubbling up inside her too. “Can I hold them?”

Cindy blushed. “Sure, I guess.” Her crotch suddenly dampened; a thrill went up her spine and make her nipples tingle and harden. The pretty little blond put her small, tan hands and Cindy’s big breasts and felt their warmth and softness. It seemed to transfer to her, filling her body with warm feelings, making her moist. “God, they’re so soft....” she breathed. “No wonder men love them.” Cindy murmured softly, enjoying the feeling of another woman admiring and caressing her bare breasts.

“But they don’t last?” Tara asked.

“No,” Cindy said. “Not forever. And you get this big belly. And your feet swell.” She kicked off her shoes and let her bare toes free.

“How big do you think mine would get?”

Cindy considered the girl’s smaller breasts. “Hard to say. What are you now?”

“A small B.” Without another word, Tara began to pull off her shirt. Cindy watched as the beautiful young girl pulled her red stretch top over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.

“Wow,” Cindy said admiringly. “You have great boobs. You have nothing to be ashamed of. They stick out like cannons.”

Tara jiggled a bit to show how they moved. They were perfect little ice cream desserts, waiting to be licked. “Oh wow,” Cindy whispered. “No wonder the boys go crazy over you.” Tara blushed. “God, if you got pregnant, you would blow up like a little balloon. These would get big and heavy—” She held them in her hands, feeling their small softness and small, hard nipples. “And your little belly would get big and round....” Cindy ran her hand over Tara’s perfectly flat, 21-year-old stomach.

“Would it get big like yours?” she asked softly, caressing Cindy’s beach-ball stomach.

“Not that big, I don’t think,” Cindy whispered. “You’re so little.” She watched as the girl leaned down and kissed her pregnant belly. Her lips brushed over it; her cheek nuzzled it; her hands held it gently. Feeling the uncontrollable urges of her surging hormones, Cindy caressed Tara’s bare shoulders. She raised the girl up and pulled her close.

The two women came together in a soft, warm, wet kiss, their mouths eager and open, tongues gentle and searching. Tara’s small hands roamed Cindy’s body, stroking her soft, bare flesh, toying with the waistband of her skirt, holding her heavy breast again and feeling the big nipple harden in her hand.

Cindy’s hands found Tara’s lean bare back and slid down it all the way to her tight, hip-hugger jeans. She slipped one hand down the back and felt Tara’s naked rear. “You’re not wearing panties,” she breathed.

Tara kissed her chin and throat. “No,” she said, “not with these jeans.” They kissed again, longer, and more urgently. “I want to kiss your breasts,” Tara said.

Cindy lay back on the sofa and spread herself out. Tara leaned over her, caressing her belly, and sucked and licked Cindy’s big nipple. The thrill of it seemed to go thru Cindy and directly to her moist pussy, making her panties wet with anticipation. She moaned and gasped as the young girl teased her body gently, brushing her own small breasts against Cindy’s big pregnant stomach. She ran her hands thru the blond girl’s long hair, down her bare back, wishing she could pull the girl closer so that she could feel that firm, round ass again. “God, that’s good, baby,” she moaned. “That’s so good. Will you...take off your pants?”

Tara stood up wordlessly. Her slender frame towered over Cindy as she lay on the couch. Tara pushed her pelvis toward her friend. “You do it,” she said.

Cindy unbuttoned the jeans that showed off the girl’s slim hips and opened them to follow the V of her pelvis down to her trim little brown pussy. She pushed the jeans down over the girl’s hips and pulled her to her face, burying her mouth and nose in the famous girl’s groin, groping her firm young ass with both hands.

“Oh my God!” Tara gasped. Cindy’s tongue went right into her slit and teased her clitoris. “Oh, God, Cindy, yes!” Cindy pushed Tara’s jeans down further, to her knees, her ankles, never letting up on the wet and delicious pussy she had in her mouth. “Oh, oh, oh! Oh fuck!” the bad little good girl groaned. She fell over Cindy and just managed to pull her feet out of her jeans, leaving her little shoes behind.

She straddled Cindy, laying her out completely naked, keeping her pussy directly over the older woman’s face, and held herself up by her hands. She let her small tits swing free, jiggling with every spasm of delight as her pussy was hungrily sucked and tongued. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” the little girl groaned. “Oh yes! Oh, Cindy! Oh suck it! Suck it honey!” She gasped and whimpered, grinding her pelvis into Cindy’s mouth, fucking her girlfriend’s face while Cindy squeezed her ass.

“Oh God,” Tara groaned. “Wait! No! Wait! Oh fuck!” She pulled away reluctantly. “Wait. Wait.” Cindy could barely stop sucking that sweet young pussy long enough for Tara to turn around on top of her. “I want to taste you too,” the girl said. Upside down over the pregnant woman, Tara pulled her skirt up and pushed down her panties. The plain white cotton panties slid down Cindy’s soft thighs to her calves, where she pulled one leg up and worked free of them. She found the clasp of her skirt and unfastened it also, allowing Tara to pull it away, leaving both women beautiful and naked together on the couch.

Tara pressed her head into Cindy’s deep valley, smelling her musky, dark bush, and tasting another woman’s pussy for the first time. She liked the outer lips, the tangy inner flesh, and heard Cindy moan her appreciation. Tara’s small frame covered Cindy’s, her breasts brushing over Cindy’s round belly, her thighs brushing her friend’s big tits. Cindy’s mouth found Tara’s slick cunt again and took it impatiently.

The younger girl lapped at the young mother-to-be, thrilling at the taste of cunt juice and the smell of a ready twat. Cindy gasped at the girl’s eagerness and bold tonguing. “Mmmm, oh Tara. Oh, yeah, that’s good. Oh, honey, I love to have my pussy licked. Mmmm. Lick it, baby. Oh, yeah!”

All thoughts of Tara’s pleasure fled from Cindy’s mind as the girl hungrily devoured her wet fuck hole. Tara slid off Cindy and down to the floor to get a better angle, always caressing her legs and belly. “Don’t stop, honey,” Cindy moaned. “Oh, please.” Finally, Tara kneeled on the floor and took Cindy’s legs around her, diving deep into her girlfriend’s twat like she never imagined she could.

Cindy moaned hotly and panted as Tara ground her face into her pelvis, licking and tonguing, sucking her clit gently. “Oh, Tara, honey! Oh, baby, suck it! Oh lick my pussy honey! It’s so good! It’s so fucking good!” She bucked hard against the famous young actress’s mouth, pushing her cunt at her again and again with desperate grunts.

“Unh, unh, unh! Oh! Oh, Tara! Oh, suck it, honey! Oh, fuck! I’m gonna come, baby! Fuck my pregnant pussy! It’s coming! My pussy is gonna come on your face!” She fell into hot moans and thrusting pants as the spasms of sexual ecstasy took over. Her juices gushed out of her hole and all over Tara’s beautiful face, covering the girl with pussy. Tara finished her off with a quick fingering and kisses, making Cindy tremble with pleasure for a long, delicious orgasm that shook every part of her body.

But even utterly spent in mind-bending orgasm, Cindy wanted to return the favor immediately. She hadn’t quite gotten Tara off before, but she meant to before they were done. Cindy sat up and raised Tara to kissed her slick face and neck. She tasted her own pussy on the girl and loved it. “I want to make you come too,” she whispered.

Tara raised one leg and draped it over Cindy’s, spreading her pussy for Cindy to tease. Cindy slipped her hand between the girl’s legs and found her small, wet slit still ready to take its pleasure. “Oh, yeah,” Tara said softly. “Oh, Cindy. Do that. Touch my pussy. That’s good.”

Cindy worked her fingers up and down the young girl’s pink slit, kissing her softly, caressing her naked back. “I want to fuck you with my fingers, honey. I haven’t wanted a woman in a long time, but I’ve wanted to fuck you since I met you.”

“Oh, God,” Tara whimpered. “Oh please, Cindy. There’s no one I want more. Please do my pussy like that. Oh, yeah. I wish you had a cock you could fuck me with! OH! Oh, my clit. Yeah! Do my clit, baby. OH!”

Cindy rubbed faster, making the girl tremble in her arms, loving the feeling of the beautiful actress naked against her skin, her pregnant belly rubbing the underside of Tara’s small, pointed tits. “Do you like that, honey?” she asked. “Is that your little clit?”

“Yes! Oh yes! Oh, honey, I wish you could shoot your sperm inside me and get me pregnant like you,” the girl moaned. She fucked her hips against Cindy’s hand, taking two and then three fingers into her wet hold. “Oh God. Oh, FUCK, Cindy! Fuck me! Finger fuck me! Unh! Unh! Unh!” She moaned and whimpered as Cindy fingered her, squeezed her ass, kissed her young mouth.

At last, Tara heaved a desperate groan and stiffened her entire body in a spasm of pure pleasure. “UNH! OH!” She cried. She spasmed again, bucking against Cindy’s hand, howling in ecstasy at last.

The two young women collapsed on the couch together, naked and exhausted, covered in their own pussy juices. “Do you really wish I had a dick to make love to you with?” Cindy asked.

“Oh yes, honey,” Tara said softly. “I’d love to be pregnant like you—to have that big belly and those big boobies. My boyfriend isn’t ready, but I want a baby inside me.”

“That’s so sweet, honey,” Cindy said and kissed her young lover again, their tongues meeting softly in their wet mouths.

Then came a knock at the door. “Ten minutes to air, Miss Carlyle.”