They Needed a Jump

By Ken Haramiru

When two gorgeous pregnant women are stranded by a run-down battery, a man passing by decides to help them out. When they need a ride to the auto parts store, it doesn't take long until the duo's neglected sexual appetites come to the surface.

The fact that their good Samaritan has a kink for pregnant girls means he's all too happy to help!

Warning: Contains graphic sex scenes, but no magic/sci-fi

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ken Haramiru
• Release date: Apr 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310845512

Ken Haramiru

Ken Haramiru lives in a large city on America's west coast. He's gainfully employed at a large, faceless corporation, and owns several adorable pets.He's written science fiction off and on since his teens, but either couldn't finish stories due to writer's block, or they were fan fiction and thus unpublishable. One day not very long ago, he got frustrated with a block and just wrote a sex scene to move the plot along. After blinking in disbelief, he discovered that was the only way he could absolutely, always get through a writer's block.After a while of conflict, he came to an uneasy truce with himself: he primarily writes erotica, but the more traditional author in him demands that his stories also have a plot beyond the sex.

Book preview

My Saturday started with nothing to do. I was in that awkward post-divorce stage where I was perfectly poised for a train-wreck rebound relationship, but intellectually aware that I should avoid it at all costs. After having spent the entire eight-month divorce process dateless, my backlogged carnal needs had reached legendary proportions, and there are only so many cold showers you can take in a day.

My first stop for the day was at the gas station near my house, and my reason for preferring it was in rare form today. It's right next to a gym, which meant that the entire time I was pumping gas, women were strutting by in short shorts and tight spandex. After the pump clicked to a stop, I felt a twinge of disappointment that it had ended, but hopped in my SUV and started my engine. Then I got to deal with the downside of this - while the gym's patrons made the views in this parking lot pleasant, its traffic also made departure lengthy at peak hours.

It was near lunchtime, and departing cars were stacked up far into the lot. I generally hate being stuck in traffic, unless I happen to be stuck near the gym entrance and hence granted the perfect excuse to watch women walking out. I was just starting to think about going to the beach for the afternoon when they walked out of the gym.

They were a pair of gorgeous pregnant women, one Asian and one Latina. The Asian appeared to be about 6 months along, and the Latina was slightly bigger - around 7 months. I'd always had an attraction for pregnant women, and five years of marriage to an emphatically child-free woman had only cemented it. My sunglasses let me stare in safety as they walked past my car, engrossed in conversation. The Latina caressed the side of her belly through a tight pink tank top, rubbing a bulge that was probably her baby’s head. The top of her less-pregnant Asian friend's two-piece outfit had crept up until her belly button showed, and she wore stretchy exercise pants which I was sure were see-through in the right light.

The traffic light let a few cars out of the parking lot before turning red again, which meant stopping again in a few feet. I was grateful of course since I was able to watch them haul their oversized bellies into a pickup truck parked to my right. Moments later, through my open passenger side window, I heard their truck's engine crank but refuse to start.

SHIT! the Latina shouted and immediately followed it up with a stream of curses in at least two different languages.

Her friend propped her elbow on the