1. They Needed A Jump


    Date: 12/23/2015, Categories: Fiction, Asian, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Interracial, Lactation, Latina, Pregnant, Author: haramiru, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    into the spot next to them, the Latina had popped her hood and was angrily glaring at her engine while her friend stayed seated. I leaned out my window and asked, "Hey, do you need a jump start?" The Latina looked up at me, surprised at first - and then her mouth creased into a smile. "Really? Yes! My stupid brother swapped batteries with me." I raised my eyebrow as I stopped my engine, then got out. "Well, if all you need is a jump start, I've got jumper cables in the back." Her hand fluttered up to her chest, just above her neckline. "Oh, wow. Thank you," she gushed. She followed me around to the back of my SUV, pivoting to avoid squishing her belly as she passed between the two vehicles. "My name is Selena, by the way. Thanks again for stopping." I smiled, acutely aware that without my shades, I'd be busted for staring at her swollen belly right now. I was so distracted that I had trouble getting my hands to close around the cables, but I managed to pick them up anyway. "Not a problem," I said, "just felt like the right thing to do." "Well, thank you anyway," she repeated. "My boyfriend dropped auto club when he fled the country, so a tow truck would be expensive." "Well, guys like me carry jumper cables so that we can help damsels in distress," I replied. I started to lower the hatch, then stopped as I noticed that the rear hatch was about to hit the top of her belly. "Oops," she said, as she pivoted quickly to the side. She cradled her swollen abdomen and smiled at me ...
    as the rear hatch locked shut, then followed me back to the front with the cable. No matter how many times I've jumped peoples' cars, I can never remember the right order to connect the cables in. That's the reason I keep the printed instruction cards hooked up to the cables, and now it saved me from fumbling the connection while the hot pregnant girl stood next to me. Thankfully I didn't have to rotate my SUV to get the battery closer. Selena's Asian passenger had gotten out when I was hooking up the cables, and she watched quietly. The outdoors temperature was in the high 90s, and the sun was relentless. Tiny beads of sweat made their way down the two pregnant girls' cleavage, then ran down their swollen bellies. Their tops had probably fit just fine before their milk had started to come in, but now both of them had glistening cleavage galore. Had I not needed all the power my alternator could summon, I'd have offered to turn on the AC and let them sit inside. But as it stood, all I could do was admire the view as their battery charged. "Man," Selena said to her friend as she rubbed some sweat away from her neck, "I'm going to need another shower once we get home." Her friend answered, "Gonna have to fight me for who goes first." Selena smirked and said, "Talk like that and I'll leave you here. You can have first dibbs on the shower once walk back to the house." We charged the battery for about five minutes, during which the view got progressively better as the two girls ...