Carol’s Craving

By Charm Brights

(c) Charmbrights. All rights reserved.

The author has asserted the moral rights under sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988.

Carol and Jeremy

Coming away from the ante-natal clinic after a check-up four weeks before her second baby was due, Carol looked down, a little wistfully, as she eased her bulk into the car.

‘Will I ever see my feet again?’ she wondered.

‘Nonsense,’ she chided herself, ‘A month from now I will have my baby to feed and most of my figure back.’

She remembered the joy of feeding her first baby and her surprise when the milk flow almost gave her an orgasm only hours after he had been born, three years earlier. As she sat behind the wheel the change of position pressed the weight of her unborn child against her clitoris, and a twinge of desire coursed through her body. Once again she regretted that Jeremy, her husband, was too thoughtful and too careful. When she had had a craving for yoghurt and carrot sandwiches a few weeks earlier he had been happy to oblige, but now she craved sex he was much too solicitous of the welfare of both the baby and her. He had read somewhere that sex in the last few weeks of pregnancy was risky, so he would not even let her suck him when what she craved was a good fucking.

As she started the car, the engine stuttered a little, but she took no notice, absorbed as she was with thoughts of sex. She caught herself eyeing every man she saw and imagining him naked and with an impossibly huge prick which was in her mouth, cunt or arse. Sometimes there were two or three men at once.

Why she should have these fantasies she could not fathom. She had had a full and happy sex life until now, and had been faithful to Jeremy ever since she first met him. Their sex was conventional, to say the least; ninety percent of the time they were content with conventional fucking, missionary or doggy, and most of the rest was fellatio. Only occasionally did Jeremy want her arse, and she always let him have it, provided he oiled her and his prick well first. It didn’t hurt, although she never found it the sort of turn-on that doggy style in her cunt, with a hand on her clitoris, was.

Car Trouble

As she drove along the stuttering in the engine became more pronounced, with it cutting in and out unpredictably for a few seconds every now and again. She cursed silently and resolved to take the short cut, through the back streets of a run-down inner city area which would save her ten minutes on the drive.

Then it happened.

On a quiet street, lined with houses in varying states of disrepair, the engine cut out completely and would not restart!

She released the bonnet catch, got out of the car, opened the bonnet and stared at the engine. As she did so, she wondered why she bothered; she didn’t understand the first thing about internal combustion engines, but it seemed the right thing to do. Just then she became aware of someone else beside her on the pavement.

“What seems to be the trouble, lady?” a voice asked.

Turning, she saw an elderly white-haired negro looking at her quizzically. He seemed harmless and, indeed, avuncular.

“Do you know anything about cars?” she asked, “Mine has stopped. It was … I don’t know …sort of burping as I came along.”

“Sounds like fuel trouble to me,” said the old man, “Me and my sons run a garage about half a mile away.