She lets out one final cry, and her orgasm begins. It is wild, intense, and almost scary even. I feel her contractions on my fingers and her bucking nearly gets out of hand, but slows down until she is gently rocking on my fingers. She takes in a deep breath. “I can get used to that,” she says after a while.
“Joanna, I’m sorry,” I respond while I untie her hands.
“We’re having a baby.”
“We’re what?”
“We are having a baby. I took a pregnancy test and I’m pregnant.”
My mind is blank. Nothing I want to say will sound good. My silence is not helping anything either.
Finally, I say, “What do you need?”
“I need for you to be cool.”
“I am cool. I’m very cool, like a cucumber right now,” I lied.
“Be cooler than that. This is going to be hard, for both of us.”
“We’ll be good.” I calmed my breathing.
“Just keep it in perspective. We’re having a baby. Maybe making sure that baby doesn’t go down the road I did will allow you to make up for it. And I can make up for my life too by doing right by this baby.”
I nod. She snuggles in close to me. I turn off the TV and we lie together in the dark until we both fall asleep.
***
The harder part was telling my father.
I caught him when he was coming into the house from the hospital.
I didn’t ask him to sit down or anything. “Joanna’s pregnant.”
He put his jacket on the back of the couch. “Son, you didn’t think to use a condom?”
“Hm, let’s see, in between planning to kidnap my rebellious stepsister and actually kidnapping my rebellious stepsister…no, condoms never crossed my mind.”
“You can’t have a baby right now,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“You’re suggesting that I tell her to abort the baby? Oh, that’s just rich. Do you not understand what I, what we did to her? She just said that this is the thing that will finally make her get her life together and you want to take that away?
“Son, it shouldn’t be up for discussion.”
“But it is.”
I stood my ground with my father. “I can’t do that to her. I won’t. You’re having a grandkid. I can support the kid, I’m not asking you for anything, but we can’t do this to her. She’s doing well.”
“I don’t like this.”
“And I didn’t like that you asked me to assault Joanna, but I did it and I’m living with the consequences of that. Maybe you should too.”
I left out of the room before he could say another word. I see why my mother left him.
***
For the first time in over a year and a half, Isabella opens her eyes. She looks around, trying to get a sense of her surroundings. Her voice doesn’t work yet, but a flash of recognition crosses her eyes when she sees the three of us at her bed side.
My father takes her hand in his and begins to cry. “I missed you so much.” Joanna is holding our newborn son Conner in her arms, and introduces him to his grandmother. “Mom, look, it’s your grandson.”
Isabella tries to register some shock on her face, and almost comes close.
“Nurse!!!! She’s awake!!” My father yells. The nurse comes into the room and begins to check Isabella’s vitals.
“I’m so glad we never gave up hope,” my dad says.
“You not giving up on her is powerful in and of itself,” the nurse adds. “Even if she isn’t conscious, she knows that you were there for her. That’s invaluable.”
He walks ahead of us, ear attached to his cell phone because he’s calling everyone to let them know that Isabella is awake.
“We still have a long road ahead of us,” Joanna says.
“She’ll be good as new in no time.”
“She will. And then she can play with her grandson.” She kisses Conner on the forehead.
“And have a better relationship with her daughter as well,” I add.
“Yeah, definitely.”
***
It was a long hard road for Isabella to get better. She had to relearn everything — how to walk, how to talk; she had to get her motor skills back in shape, and her physical self in shape as well, because she experienced muscle atrophy from lying in the bed for all of that time.
She wasn’t 100% until Conner had started walking and getting potty trained. She beamed with pride when he made some awkward steps towards her, sitting in her wheelchair; she held her hands out for him and he fell into them, laughing. They clutched one another tightly and she kissed him on the cheek.
***
Joanna was finishing up dinner in our apartment. Connor was asleep in his bed.
I closed the door quietly and put my stuff up from work.
“How was school today?” I asked her.
“It was fine, I only had one class today.” She turned the stove on low. “It’ll be another hour.”
I smirked at her. “Good.” I grabbed her around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. She squealed slightly as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced around one another. My dick grew hard.
I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom and laid her down gently on the bed. As soon as her arms fell from around her neck, she was tearing at my belt buckle, undoing it quickly. She pulled my hard dick through my boxers and licked around the head.
Her hands went up and down my shaft while she circled the head and I shuddered. Eventually, she put the whole thing in her mouth and sucked on it like it was a thick milkshake through a straw.
I grabbed her head and let her do her work, until she pulled off of me and started to take her clothes off. Despite having had our baby, her body was still in great shape. I took my clothes off and joined her in the bed.
Like a cat, she rolled the two of us over and straddled me, slipping me inside of her wet cunt. She rocked and rolled on top of my pelvis and I grabbed her tits and squeezed them gently (because she was still lactating). Then I grabbed her hips and bounced her up and down on top of me. Her moans came out sporadically and her bouncing got harder.
Eventually I turned us back over and slipped my dick back inside of her. I pounded into her and with each thrust she let out a short, high-pitched moan. She held her legs open for me so that I could see myself going in and out of her hot and wet pussy.
The bed starts to squeak beneath us as I steadily increase my pace until Joanna is yelling loudly and her hands and arms are tightly around my neck, and her breath is hot on my ear. Her body stiffens up and she came ferociously. I soon followed suit.
I rested my forehead against hers and caught my breath, and let the light coat of sweat dry off of my body. When I opened my eyes, she was smiling at me.
“I love you Dave,” she said sweetly.
I smiled back. “I love you too Joanna.”
***
Orgy with the Jocks
by
Colleen Poole
“Come on, Trish, you’ve gotta come to the party tonight!” My best friend, Katie wouldn’t let up. She pouted at me, flashing her eyelids like a child would.
The more she asked, the less I could resist. I didn’t really need to study for next week’s test. I’d paid attention in class and done well on all the homework. I knew the material. So why should I spend my Friday night home alone? Why shouldn’t I go out with Katie to Brett Michael’s party tonight?
I kept asking myself that, but no answers came to mind. Except for studying, there was no real reason. And Katie really didn’t want to go to the party alone.
I sighed and flashed Katie a smile. “Fine, I’ll go. But you owe me one!” Just because I didn’t have a reason not to go didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt to have Katie owe me a favor.
Katie jumped off her bed and practically tackled me as she gave me a hug, with enough force to knock me backwards onto my own bed. I couldn’t help but laugh at how eager she was. She definitely did act like a child sometim
“What should I wear?” I chewed on my lip. This was one of the reasons I tried to avoid parties. I never knew what to wear. Most of my friends loved going through their closets and planning out outfits. I dreaded it. What if I wore the wrong thing? Worse, what if I wore the same thing as another girl? Then we’d both look stupid.
But that didn’t put Katie off. She moved off me and headed straight to my closet. Within seconds she was throwing clothes at me. “This top really brings out your eyes,” she said as she tossed a light green blouse I couldn’t remember ever wearing. Then she was tossing me a pair of pants and, before I knew it, she was going through my dresser and choosing panties and a bra.
“What’s wrong with the underwear I’m wearing?” I never understood why other girls insisted their underwear match their outfit. Who was going to see it? Better, who would even care?
Katie rolled her eyes at me. She stood with her hands on her hips giving me that “are-you-serious?” look she seemed so fond of.
“You’ve gotta look good! What would a guy think if he took you to the backroom and you were wearing bland panties and a plain bra? You’ve gotta look sexy if you want to get laid tonight!”
Getting laid wasn’t on the top of my priority list for this evening. I may not have had much reason to sit around the dorm, but the only reason I had for going to the party was that Katie wanted to. Blaring music and people too drunk to walk weren’t my idea of a relaxing evening. No, a hot bubble bath, some light music, and a good book would be much more fun.
Then again, I wasn’t exactly opposed to getting laid tonight. I just figured there wouldn’t be much of a chance. Most of the guys who were interested in me were the quiet dorky ones. Which wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t what really turned me on. I had plenty of geeky friends and I loved them all dearly, but when I was alone with my vibrator, it wasn’t any of them I pictured. No, I wanted a big, muscular man. Someone who could lift me easily and fuck my brains out with passion.
I licked my lips at the thought. A nice, muscular football player, lifting me up and down as his cock slid in and out of me. A shudder went through my body.
Katie snapped me out of my little fantasy. “I’m gonna shower first!” She disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
Collapsing back on the bed, I let out a sigh. What were the chances I’d find a guy like that? They all went for the cheerleader types with breasts larger than their heads. I certainly wasn’t bad looking, but guys always tended to shy away from me.
If it wasn’t for my neighbor during high school, I’d probably still be a virgin. I didn’t know how girls like Katie got laid almost every other night. How could they be so upbeat and out there? Perhaps if I could do that, I could find a guy to go to bed with.
I knew if I asked her, Katie would gladly find me a cute guy to fuck for the night. But I didn’t want that. I wanted to find a guy myself. If I couldn’t land a guy without help, I might as well just use my vibrator. At least then I knew I’d be able to get off at the end! From the way other girls talked, an orgasm wasn’t always guaranteed with a guy.
It felt like a few hours went by before Katie emerged from the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel and surrounded by steam.
“Have fun in there?” I asked. With how long she’d taken, she definite had plenty of times to get off. Hell, I probably could’ve come at least twice in that amount of time.
Katie giggled. “No! I’m saving that for tonight. I hear Jacob is going to be there.” She walked over to her own dresser and began rummaging through the thousands of bras and panties she owned.
“Jacob? From our econ class?”
Katie nodded without looking over. “He’s been giving me flirty eyes since the semester started. He’s pretty cute, so I figured I’d give him what he’s been after. Besides, Chris has been getting clingy lately. I need a new fuckbuddy.”
I rolled my eyes. That was one thing Katie was notorious for. She had no problem spreading her legs for a cute guy, but she wasn’t looking for commitment. Start asking for dates and her legs would clamp shut, cutting you off.
“Good luck,” I said as Katie slipped on a pair of red lace panties.
She glanced over at me and winked. “Honey, there’s no luck involved!”
My own shower didn't last nearly as long as I wished it would. Before I knew it, I'd scrubbed every inch of my body, paying special attention to my lady parts. If I was going to a party, I figured I might as well make sure I was ready, even if I was pretty sure nothing would happen.
But once I was clean, my options were either get out or masturbate. And on the off chance I did get lucky at the party, I didn't want to masturbate. Better to save it like Katie did. If I ended up coming back to the room alone, I'd be able to masturbate then. God knew Katie wouldn't be coming back here tonight.
So I turned off the hot water and began to towel myself off before stepping out. After I was dry, I went through my "party routine," which involved shaving any part of my body that wasn't supposed to have hair. By the time I was done, my legs were smooth and silky. My pussy, pink and soft, was on display and eagerly awaiting a hard cock.
When I finished, I walked out into the dorm, wearing just my towel as Katie had done earlier. When I dropped the towel to put on the panties, Katie let out a cat call.
"Honey, I don't know why you have such a problem getting laid. Just flash them that tight cunt of yours and they'll have their cocks out in a flash." Katie licked her lips as she eyed me.
My face reddened. Katie may have had no problem walking into a party and lifting her skirt, but there was no way I could even dream of doing something like that.
Katie moved closer, a grin still on her face. "Hell, if you want, you can join Jacob and I tonight. I doubt he'd turn down a chance to fuck two girls." Katie paused for a moment, then licked her lips and continued. "And I wouldn't mind having a taste of that pussy."
I didn't think my face could get any redder, but it did. Katie was openly bisexual, and I'd always known that. She'd flirted with me in the past, offering to take the place of a man in my bed, but I'd always turned her down.
More than once, I'd been tempted to take her up on the offer, but I always thought to myself, what could she do that I couldn't do myself with my vibrator? It wasn't like she could fuck me like a guy could. Besides, I'd never really been attracted to women.
My pussy, however, seemed to have a mind of its own today. A flood of heat rushed through my body as I looked at Katie. Her eyes were glued to my cunt, which was barely concealed through the emerald silk panties Katie had chosen for me. Briefly, I entertained the thought of slipping the panties back off, spreading my legs for Katie, and forgetting all about the party.
"Maybe another time," I said, ignoring my urges. As much as I wanted to come by any means necessary, tonight I was craving a cock. Nothing short of a long, thick, throbbing dick slamming in and out of my pussy would be enough to satisfy me.
Katie flopped back on her bed as I fastened my bra. "Your loss. If you change your mind though, all you have to do is ask." She flashed me a devious smile.
I shook my head. Perhaps if I didn't end up getting laid tonight I would take her up on her offer. But for now, I needed to put my best foot forward and focus on finding a man for the night. Katie wasn't going anywhere.
***
Before I knew it, we were arriving at the party. All the courage I'd worked up in the bedroom seemed to have vanished the moment the house was in sight. More than ever I wanted to turn around and return to our dorm.
When Katie flashed me an encouraging smile, I steeled my nerves and walked up the pathway. There was no going back now. Besides, I didn't want to disappoint Katie. I'd told her I would accompany her to the party, and I wasn't about to break my promise.
Luckily, there weren't a ton of people there when we arrived. A few small groups of people stood in different areas, all chatting and laughing. After the two of us grabbed drinks at the makeshift bar, I followed Katie over to a group of people. Most I only knew by name, others I shared classes with.
The more we talked, the more I began to feel relaxed. What was I so nervous about, I wondered? Talking and sharing jokes with friends wasn't anything to be afraid of. Hell, it was pretty damn fun to say the least.
Then they walked in. A half dozen or so guys came in at once, laughing and already pretty drunk. All of them had muscular builds that screamed football players. Immediately, I licked my lips at the sight, briefly picturing riding each one of their hard cocks.
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