Sarah's spent, but you can still please yourself with her

You still have time to spare, as does Sarah, and you take great pleasure in just playing with her full, heavy, pregnancy-affected breasts while you chat a bit. She's enjoying it as well - to her, it's like getting a long-awaited massage of a neglected area.

The whole issue of finding out why you can have so much sex - and in public - has been granted a pause for now. After all, casual social interaction has been sparse for the past few days, and as weird as this situation as a whole is, you quickly realise that you need to be normal just as much as Sarah needed a boob massage. And, well, that's also why you're heading to Trev's party.

Eventually, the inevitable happens. Sarah notices before you do and instantly asks if you want to go another round. This time, though, it's not for her own sake. In truth, you're not sure she could muster the energy in her condition.

"Hmm, maybe..." you say. "I might be up for it, but should you really?"

"No, like, it would be nice but I should probably just sit down for a bit... But I mean, if you want to go to town of course I'll help."

"No, that's okay. I wouldn't want you to get hurt. Maybe if we put your pillow behind your back, you could lie down towards the window and I could fuck your feet for a bit? Plus you'd get a nice foot rub."

"Oh that is like the best thing I've heard this year! You have no idea how much I need that!"

Sarah is way too eager and has to reposition herself twice before she's able to settle into her somewhat comfortable improvised couch. She's kicked off her sandals already and is looking at you hopefully, expectantly.

"Those look delicious," you compliment her. "Do you have any lotion or something I can use?"

"No... I'm sorry..." Sarah looks a bit dejected. It's amazing how quickly she changes moods. You're just about to assure her that it's fine, you can do it without, when the student from the next seats pipes up. "Uhm, I have some tanning lotion if you guys want?"

"Oh man, that'd be great! Thanks!" You happily accept the bottle from her and hope that it isn't a kind that itches if it gets inside your urethra. That's a later concern, though - for now, you just want to get started.

Then you hear the student address you again. "Can I watch?"

You're half astonished at the question and half surprised that she apparently needs permission, but of course she can, and you tell her so. "Thanks! I'm Kelly, by the way."

"John, pleasure to meet you. Feel, uh, feel free to do... well... whatever you like to do when you watch..."

Wow, you think, that sounded amazingly intelligent. But you give it no further thought - you have some feet to worship.

You finally get to sit down, and Sarah instantly and eagerly puts her feet in your lap. They're retaining quite a bit of water, with clearly visible purple or reddish parts that appear to have been under heavy pressure. No doubt her pregnancy is taking its toll on her walking, more so since she appears to have a pretty small shoe size as well.

Opening the lotion bottle, you glance up the mother-to-be. She's found a relaxing position and is idly fondling her breasts, eyes closed. Her feet are warm and you squeeze the lotion directly onto them for some temperature relief. Then you move on to take one into your palms and start kneading to spread the cream out everywhere.

Sarah's skin absorbs the lotion quickly, and you can't help but wonder when she last got this treatment. Not nearly recently enough, judging by her soft moans. They're not sexual moans, really, but they're still doing a number on your libido. If you put your dick inbetween the soles, would it be extra soft because of the water retention, or just uncomfortable for the both of you due to the swelling? Would there even be any difference from her normal state?

Eventually, both feet have received a general but meticulous rubbing just to apply the lotion. You move on to Sarah's toes, giving each a little extra love. She starts squirming a little - apparently they're sensitive - but you show no mercy to the ticklish little things.

Every part of Sarahs feet gets extra attention: you move from her toes over her sole, down to the heel. Hindfoot, forefoot, even up to the base of the ankles. She doesn't have much of an arch in her state, and her pronation is probably horrible. You try to take extra care to go over the structure: from tarsals over metatarsals to phalanges. Sarah is relaxing, but she looks at you lovingly now and then, and you make sure to show that you find her attractive by holding her feet close to you, hugging them gently, squeezing them softly instead of going hard and risk any extra pain.

Once you've gone over both of them thoroughly a couple of times, Sarah decidedly puts one on your bulge and gives you a meaning look. Missing the point would be impossible, and you move your hands slooowly upwards, really dragging them along her beautiful legs, up to her pussy. You meant what you said earlier: fucking her again would not likely be a good idea if it meant changing her around - but extending the current treatment to her nether regions just seems fair.

After all, she's currently using all of her toes to give you an improvised footjob through your clothes.

"Let me get more comfortable," you say and get naked for the... fourth time today? Eleventh? Eighth? Fuck if you know. It's just as liberating every time, and it just gets better with an audience behind you.

You get out a very generous amount of lotion to downright drench your penis in. It's going to be an absolute bitch for the cleaning staff to get out of the seats later, that's for sure. Sarah immediately gets back into it and puts you inbetween the balls of her feet. Then she starts rubbing. You'd caress her vulva more, but you can't quite reach well, and besides it's your turn to enjoy anyway.

She's surprisingly good at it - must have had some experience with it before. You barely even knew that it was possible to achieve the level of control she has, even while pregnant.

Sarah moves up and down for the most part, gently and in a slow, steady tempo. Occasionally, she moves her feet up and down to make a spiralling effect, but always stops just before it would hurt.

"You're so good at this..." you say, appreciatively.

"Thanks. I used to do this for an ex in college, but he would just bark orders at me. I like doing this to you much more."

"Does it turn you on to have an audience?"

"... yes, a little. I've never had sex in front of anyone before. Especially not someone masturbating!"

You look back and sure enough, Kelly has slid her tights down a bit and is currently making circles over her clit in the same rhythm as Sarah is treating you with. She appears much more used to it - no hints of shame or blushing.

"Why don't you get over here and kiss me?" you ask.

Kelly gets up and starts to pull her tights up. "No, no, keep those as is," you tell her.

She's pretty short, and pretty pretty, and closes her eyes while she opens her mouth. You do the same and your tongues meet just before your lips do. Kelly's mouth is wet and tastes of strawberry, and Sarah is increasing her speed a little.

Of course, you have another target in sight as well, and your hand probingly goes right for Kelly's sex. She tenses up a bit and sighs, then takes your face in her hands, and gets much more intense in her kissing.

You put a finger at the opening and swirl it around - slowly at first, but she was already halfway to orgasm before, and you quickly find that you can just resume what she was doing. So you put a thumb just above her clit and try to emulate the same circular motions she did, while your long finger is just barely entering her vagina.

Kelly is well shaved, or probably waxed, even, and you almost lose your grip a few times from sliding around too fast. But each time, she just gets more into it as soon as your fingers move back into position. She's sending abundantly clear signals, too - her grip on your head gets stronger the closer she comes.

Soon, she has to stop kissing and pulls away from you - just enough so that your lips don't touch. You still feel her breath on your face, and Sarah's feet on your cock. She's using the entire length of her admittedly short soles along your shaft now, really trying to please you as best as she can. You know you won't cum like this, especially since you just filled her cunt, but you have another idea in mind as well.

"Con-... continue... jus... just like that..." Kelly stammers out. You oblige and try to keep doing exactly the same thing. Ten seconds later, she's starting to tense up. Another ten and she stops breathing, almost cramping on you. You put your other hand on her ass to keep her from falling, and you can't help tracing her anus with a finger.

Then she comes.

It's not as much a climax as a relief: Kelly says nothing, yet she slumps forward into you and starts shaking uncontrollably as your finger accidentally slips in. Sarah has withdrawn to give the girl a bit of extra space - smart thinking on her part - and you hold her closely until her trembling subsides.

You're still inside her when she opens her eyes again, and what's more, you also have a finger at her backdoor. Giving it a light push, you smile lecherously at Kelly, and she giggles. "If you wanna do that, I can leave you my number..."

"Why not?" you ask rhetorically. "My phone is around here somewhere..."

Sarah massages your balls a bit as Kelly enters her contact details. She's the third woman to not only want sex with you, but also to want more of it later.

As she gets done, she pulls her tights up again and looks at you and your full mast. "Do you want me to help with that?"

"Thanks," you reply, "but I've got plans to finish with Sarah here."

Sarah smiles - not triumphantly, just warmly. Almost motherly. Kelly graciously accepts and moves back to her seat.

Now it's just you and a pregnant woman to hose down.