by Wendy Pound
I spent the next day trying to figure out what to do. Should I tell Connor? Should I tell my parents? Should I get an abortion? My brain was swimming with tough decisions and all I wanted to do was stay in my room and never leave.
I came up with the idea to do nothing. I would never tell that asshole Connor and I would wait to tell my parents. I wasn't ready to make the big abortion decision yet.
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My mom was the first to notice. When my belly began to swell, I started wearing bulky sweaters and large t-shirts. But a girl can never hide from her mother.
“Madelyn is there something you need to tell me,” she said, looking me deep in the eyes. I knew that it was over. I had to confess my sins.
I lifted my sweater and showed my stomach. My mom put her hand over her mouth and gasped. “How could you!” she screamed. The back of her hand cut through the air and met my cheek. My head rocked backwards and I had to steady myself. She was so disappointed in me and there was nothing I could do to fix it. “You're no daughter of mine.”
My stepdad, Michael, was a gentle giant compared to my mother. “You're grounded, Madelyn. No TV, no going out, and especially no boys.”
Like any boy would want me while being knocked up.
Little did I know, there was someone who wanted me now more than ever...
My parents got the anger out of their systems and accepted the reality. But something weird was going on. Something had changed.
Michael stared at me constantly. His eyes were always watching. Michael took an interest in me that wasn't there before. It wasn't concern for my well-being, it was lust. Desire.
I didn't know how to handle his advances. At first, I was disgusted because he was my step father. But the more he watched me, the more turned on I was. I'd never met someone who wanted me so badly.
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Late one night, there was a soft knock at the door. “Come in,” I yelled, expecting my mom.
Michael quickly opened the door and closed it behind him quietly. That was the first time I'd ever seen him set foot in my room. “What are you doing in here?” I asked him.
Michael put his fingers to his lips. “Shhhh, be quiet. We don't want to wake your mother.” The scene vaguely reminded me of that regretful night with Connor.
“What's up?” I whispered. In truth, I knew exactly what he'd come for. I didn't know how I felt about it though. Michael was obviously attractive but he was my stepdad. It was wrong. Forbidden.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
“Fine,” I replied, rubbing my swollen stomach.
Michael eyed my stomach with a longing. There was no way to hide how turned on he was. Me being pregnant was making him super hard. He slowly crept along the bed until he was only a foot away from me. “I've been thinking a lot about you recently.”
“Oh, what about?” I tried to play dumb. I didn't want him to know how clearly I could see through him.
His hand grazed my own and sent a shock through my system. There was definite electricity between us. My feelings for Michael were clear now. “Madelyn, I want you,” he said.
My heart skipped a beat. No man had made me feel that way before. “If you want me so badly, then take me,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
Michael looked me directly in the eyes, searching. Searching for my true feelings. He leaned in and hesitated for a second. Then committed all the way. His lips hit mine and my body lit up with pleasure. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me in close. The scent of his aftershave hit my nose and pushed my body into overdrive.
I needed him now. No matter what the cost.
His fingers explored under my nightshirt, discovering my baby bump and up to my enlarged tits. Michael felt me up as I quietly moaned. He pinched my erect nipples and sent waves of pain and ecstasy.
I grasped his pants and unzipped them as fast as lightning. I pulled them down to uncover his glorious cock. It was so thick and long.
“Put me in your mouth,” he commanded.
“Yes,” I replied. I reluctantly grabbed his throbbing member and stroked him. I let spit dribble out of my mouth and onto the head of his manliness. I let my saliva lubricate him before cramming his entire length into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked on him hard.
“Oh yeah, just like that,” he moaned. Michael held the sides of my head as he force fed me his beautiful meat. I gagged as he pierced the back of my throat. Tears streamed down my cheeks as he stuck his cock as deep into my throat as he could go. He finally pulled out, leaving me gasping for air.
“I love when you fuck my mouth.”
“Take that shirt off,” he said.
I lifted the long nightshirt over my head, revealing my belly and boobs. Michael marveled at my body, taking in all the sights. His eyes went from my stomach to my voluptuous tits. “Those breasts give any milk?” he asked.
“Come over here and find out,” I said, pushing my tits together to make massive cleavage.
Michael buried his face in my chest, suffocating himself in my pillows. His tongue ran around every crevice, making my nipples super hard. I screamed out in pain as Michael's teeth clenched down on my nipples. He began sucking as hard as he could, trying to bring forth the luscious milk. I held his head against my chest as he squeezed my tits.
Milk began pouring into his mouth and Michael moaned loudly. “You like the taste of that?” I asked.
Michael nodded as he sucked me dry. He wiped away his milk mustache. “I'm going to fuck you so hard,” he grunted.
“Be gentle.” I smiled and lay back down on the bed.
Michael spread my legs and mounted me. His cock was so gigantic and I needed him to penetrate me right away. He grabbed my thighs and slid me closer to him. He laid his shaft against my wet pussy and the teasing drove me crazy. The head of his penis played with my clit, making me swoon with pleasure.
“Please, fuck me now. I can't take anymore. I need you inside me.” The thought of using a condom laughed it's way out of my mind when I realized there was no point since I was already pregnant.
“Brace yourself,” Michael said, penetrating my pussy with his hard cock. I breathed in sharply as I let his entire length fill me up. His cock was never-ending and so was the pleasure. Michael pulled out slowly until a void was left. I writhed on the bed, hoping the ecstasy would return.
“Oh my god, stop teasing me,” I said.
Michael shoved himself back inside me, playing his little game. Every thrust in and out, sent me into overdrive. A short jab into me and then quickly out. It wasn't enough. I couldn't handle it. I needed his cock all the way in.
He began to pound me, fast and hard, giving me exactly what I wanted. I covered my mouth with a pillow to keep myself from screaming. The ecstasy was just too intense.
“Don't come yet, I'm so close,” I told him.
Michael pulled out and I thought it was all over. I expected him to come all over my chest and stomach but instead he turned me on my side. It wasn't over, he was just getting started.
“Your pussy is so wet,” he said, forcing his shaft into me again. His cock hit my spot at just the right angle and gave me an overdose of pleasure. I couldn't help but howl. Michael spanked my ass while he fucked me so hard. The mix of pain and ecstasy felt so good.
The pleasure built up more and more. “Come with me,” I yelled.
Michael unloaded his precious seed inside me as my orgasm set off. Gallons of his warm cum sprayed in me. My body quaked on the bed, shaking the backboard against the wall. My eyes rolled into the back of my head from the intensity and I almost passed out.
Michael pulled out, leaving a colossal void behind. His sticky cum poured out of my pussy and dried on my thighs. He collapsed next to me, sweaty and completely out of breath. My hair was disheveled and stuck to my face. I lay on my back, holding my stomach and trying to figure out how that was so fucking good.
“Mmmm,” he said, glancing over a
t me. “That was perfect.”
I looked back at him and opened my mouth to speak but the only thing that came out was a tiny whimper. My skin was still crawling with ecstasy and I couldn't stop shivering from the aftershocks.
“I have to go before your mother finds out.” Michael stood up and stretched. He gave my naked form one last look and put his clothes back on.
My mind was numb but when he started for the door, everything came back to reality. I jumped out of bed and chased after him.
“Don't go,” I said, grasping his hand. “I need you.”
Michael couldn't look me in the eyes. “I'm sorry, .” He left without saying anything else.
I stood at the doorway, tears streaming down my face. I didn't even know why I was crying or being so desperate. Then it dawned on me that it had to be the hormones. I rubbed my belly and understood that everything was going to be okay.
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After weeks of not being with Michael again, I began to go crazy. I felt the urge to confess to my mom but I was able to keep my emotions under control. Maybe what we did was a mistake? Maybe it was for the best that we never slept together again.
Michael couldn't stop though. The sight of my growing stomach only turned him on more and more. Every night he visited and gave me a “present”. It was so wonderful. I felt so safe and protected knowing that he would help me raise my baby. It didn't matter that I couldn't truly be with Michael. I had enough on my plate already. As long as he fucked that good every night, I could be happy forever.
And I knew my next child would be with Michael.
Way Too Hard
Chapter One
My first day at Memtech as a secretary turned out to be nothing like I expected. I wasn't too excited to work as a secretary considering I just graduated with a Bachelor's in Journalism but it was the only job available. I searched and searched and eventually had to give up because it's almost impossible to find an entry-level job right out of college. The only saving grace was my new stepdad, Cameron. He gave me a job as his secretary right on the spot.
My mom met Cameron while shopping at the grocery store. It sounded like a ridiculous story but the romance was real. Cameron wasn't the man my mom was typically attracted to. He's big, strong, and devilishly handsome.
I had already gone through most of the training with my manager, Sheila. She was really nice but reminded me of a gremlin. I get along with her as long as I don't stare directly at her face.
Sheila surprised me from behind. “Hey Ella! How are you settling in?”
“I'm doing surprisingly well!” I exclaimed.
“Great” Sheila replied. “Don't forget you have dinner with Cameron tonight.”
“Wait, what?!” I exclaimed.
“Yeah, you didn't you know? Mr. Powell always takes new employees out to dinner on their first day.”
My heart began to race. Dinner alone with him?! I got out my mirror to check my hair and makeup, then surveyed my outfit. I was wearing a pencil skirt and a shamelessly low-cut blouse.
“Hopefully we aren't going anywhere fancy...” I muttered.
“Oh don't worry, honey! You look great! Mr. Powell is definitely going to like what you're wearing.” Sheila's eyes followed down the line of my massive cleavage and I started to blush. I brushed the bangs out of my eyes. She had no idea that Cameron was my stepdad.
“...Anyway I gotta get back to work. Enjoy dinner! If you have any other questions just come by my office!” Sheila said as she hurried away.
I checked my mirror again to make sure I didn't smudge any of my makeup. Just then, I heard a voice behind me.
“How's your first day going, Ella?”
I snapped my compact shut and nearly closed my finger inside it. I looked up and there he was –tall, dark, and smoldering. Cameron was just standing there smiling at me. My brain short-circuited and I couldn't get any words out. I was trying to form some sort of logical reply but all that came out was a monotone, “Yes.”
God, I couldn't be more retarded but I can't really blame myself. Seeing someone as handsome as Mr. Powell in person would make most people stutter.
“The day's going okay, Mr. Powell.” At least I was able to form a whole sentence that time. We shook hands and enormous bouts of electricity flowed through my body. It felt like having a thousand tiny orgasms all at once. I started to sweat heavily and I knew I was probably turning red.
“Oh please, call me Cameron! I hate when people call me by my last name, it's too formal... So how do you like it here so far?”
I found it hard to keep eye contact with him but tried to act normal. “It's been really great. I love all the people here. Everyone has made me feel at home.”
“Great to hear! So are we on for dinner tonight?” Cameron asked cheerfully.
“Uhh, yes I would, uh, love to go!” I wanted to smack myself after I hearing myself out loud.
“Great! Meet me outside at five o' clock.”
Cameron gave a small wave as he walked away and I barely got my palm up to return the gesture. If I was in panic mode before, I was in holy shit mode now. I checked the clock: 3 pm. Two hours to get myself together.
I hurried to the bathroom and took a couple of deep breaths in front of the mirror. It didn't look like I was sweating before, thankfully. I took a couple more breaths. “You can't like him, Ella. He's your stepdad,” I said out loud. I didn't feel convinced. I left the bathroom and bee-lined it to Sheila's office.
“Hey Sheila! Can I ask you a question abo...”
“Ella, don't worry you'll be fine. Just be yourself.” Sheila interrupts. I decided I didn't want to bring up that fact that Cameron was with my mom. It was better if the whole office didn't know about my home life.
“Thanks Sheila, I was freaking out a bit but I think I'll be fine.”
“No worries. He's a really down-to-earth guy so I know you'll have a great time.”
I left Sheila's office and I took a seat back at my desk. I was just staring off into space thinking about the dinner ahead when a sweet image of Cameron kissing me popped into my mind. I tried to shoo it away with a shake of my head. No, it's wrong. He's forbidden. I shouldn't be thinking about that stuff.
Just then, more images flashed before my eyes –his lips touching mine and his hands caressing my voluptuous breasts. I pictured him undressing me slowly and I could feel wetness between my thighs. Cameron's hand moved slowly up my... The phone rung loudly and I was jolted out of my fantasy. Oh god, I needed sex.
I've only “done it” once before and you can barely call what we did sex. It was five years ago, right after prom. Johnny Masden asked me to the dance and I was genuinely shocked. He was one of the scrawny nerds so he wasn't the most attractive and we had never really talked beforehand. But I was still surprised he asked. I'd never been asked to a dance before because I was considered one of the “big girls.” The prom itself was alright, we danced and ate food. It felt pretty awkward throughout the night but what happened afterward took the cake. We went back to Johnny's old Mazda which was a sorry excuse for a prom limo. We got in and he started kissing me right away. I didn't really feel a connection with him at all and even when we danced, he barely put his hands on me. Even though I wasn't attracted to him, my body was telling me, “Go for it!”
I grabbed Johnny and practically threw him into the backseat. I could feel his hard but small cock through his pants and I slowly started to unzip them. Johnny started to touch my tits and I got really excited. I forcefully pulled his cock out of his pants and started stroking it. “Ohhhh my god” Johnny whispered. There wasn't much room in the backseat but I made it work. He started to lift up my dress and I took off my thong. He didn't really know where to put his dick so I helped him guide it into my dripping pussy. I felt a little bit of pain at first, but the pleasure I felt made up for it. Unfortunately before I knew it, it was over. A couple of pumps and Johnny was spent. I swear it was over in ten seconds. I guess I can't complain since I haven't had anyt
hing since then.
As I came out of my daydream I realized that it was a quarter to five and I was supposed to meet Cameron downstairs in fifteen minutes. I got my bag and ran to the bathroom. I fixed my outfit and double-checked my makeup.
“Don't be a goob tonight, Ella.” I said aloud to myself. “It's just dinner.” But as I heard myself say it, I knew it wasn't going to be “just dinner”. This was going to be dinner with someone important. I took the elevator down and made it outside to find Cameron standing in front of a limo.