by Wendy Pound
“What are you waiting for! Just fuck me already!” I said. I never had the patience for foreplay, I always wanted to go straight to sex.
I could feel his cock leave my back and I wrapped my hands on the edge of the table to brace myself. My pussy was so wet it was dripping on the floor. My boss grabbed my hips and his claws dug into me. I screamed out in pain and that's when his giant-sized cock entered me. I screamed out because the pleasure was almost too much to handle. His cock was so humongous that it kept going deeper and deeper inside me.
“OH FUCK! THAT FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD!” It felt like I was in some sort of alien pleasure heaven.
Thomas began to slip his meat in and out of me. At first it was slow and gentle but soon he started to slam it inside of me very hard and very fast. His cock was fucking me at light speed and it was going so fast that it felt like it was vibrating inside of me. “OH OH OH!! FUCK!!! I'M COMING!!!!! AHHHHH!” My body burst with ecstasy and the monster shaft inside me never stopped thrusting. My body was convulsing and I couldn't stop shaking.
My next orgasm came right after the first one. “OHHHHHH DON”T STOP FUCKING ME!!!” There were like mini earthquakes all over my body and it felt like I blacked out for a second.
I could hear Thomas grunting behind me, “GUH GUH GUH GUH!” I could tell he was going to come soon. His nails dug into my ass as he used me as leverage.
“I want your warm load inside me!” I begged with him. That's right when my boss came inside me.
“OHHHHHHHHH!” He screamed so loudly that I felt my eardrums burst. At the same time, his cock erupted inside me. It felt like a flood of cum was being shot in me. It was like a fire hydrant broke and a fountain of cum was spraying everywhere. When Thomas was finally finished, his cock left me and he walked out of the room. I lay there are on the bed, catching my breath and feeling so much cum pouring out of my pussy.
I wanted to call back to him that I wanted more but the door was closed and he was already gone. I fell into the deepest sleep I had ever had.
I awoke and it felt like I had slept for a week straight. I opened my eyes and I jolted out of my bed. I was back in my bedroom! What the fuck just happened!? I got out of bed and looked outside. Everything seemed normal. I went back to bed and looked over; Thomas was nowhere to be found.
“What the hell happened?” I said out loud. Was that all a dream? It couldn't have been, it felt so real! Thomas came over and fucked me like crazy. It sounded too insane to be true. Maybe that really was a dream? I put my hand under the covers and put a finger inside my pussy. It was filled to the brim with cum. I pulled my finger out and saw his milky seed.
I went to the bathroom and took a shower to let the cum drain out of my pussy. What the fuck was I supposed to do now? I couldn't tell anyone. Everything would change if anyone knew I had been with Thomas.
I guess I would just have to keep this a secret. Nobody could know about us. My only wish was that one day we could be together again so I could experience that insane fuckfest just one last time.
–
It didn't take long to figure out that I might be pregnant. It only takes a missed period and a few mornings of puking to know what's happening.
But it doesn't hit you until that pregnancy test comes up with that little blue plus sign.
When I confessed to Thomas, he was filled with joy. I thought he might ignore me or be angry but instead he immediately divorced my mom and helped me raise our child.
Completely Stretched
I pulled into the driveway to the house that was no longer mine. The trees were bare and freshly fallen snow covered the lawn. It was my first winter break from college and I was glad to be back home. Nostalgia hit me in waves as I unpacked my bags from the trunk. I remembered playing handball with friends against the garage. My first kiss was right outside the front door in junior high school. Ben wasn't a very good kisser but it was magical all the same.
I went to pull out a house key when the door opened up. “I've missed you, Kaitlyn,” my mom said, grabbing me in a bear hug.
My face was smushed against her shoulder as she held me hard. “I missed you too, Mom,” I choked out.
Blake, my stepdad, came over and pulled my mom off me so he could help with my luggage. “How you doing, Isa?” he said.
“Just fine,” I replied, happily relinquishing my bags.
My mom and my real stepdad got divorced during my freshman year in high school. It didn't hit me as hard as I thought it would. My stepdad traveled around constantly for business so I barely saw him anyways. My mom met Blake through online dating. I laughed at her at first until I met him for the first time. He was strong and way too attractive for my mom. He could've been a model if he wanted.
“I'll just put your bags in your bedroom,” Blake said, walking upstairs.
“Come this way.” My mom grabbed my hand and whisked me away to the kitchen. “Look what we did!”
The whole kitchen was remodeled. Stainless-steel appliances, granite counter-tops, and a subway-tile backsplash.
“Wow, this looks great!” I said, opening the cupboard to check out how much grocery shopping my mom did. All of my favorites were stocked in the front: chips, cookies, and granola bars.
“We did it all by ourselves,” my mom said with her hands on her hips. “You'd be surprised by the amount of free time we have now that you're away at college.”
“Very impressive.” I ran my fingers along the granite counter tops. “So what's for dinner tonight?” I asked with a gleaming smile.
“I thought you'd never ask,” she replied, opening up the fridge. “I'm making your favorite: macaroni casserole.”
I feigned happiness. “Oh that sound awesome!” I had told her a million times before that I didn't like that dish anymore yet she always made it for me. I think she remembers when I was a kid and asked for her to make it every night. It was the only meal my mother made that I would actually ask for seconds.
Blake rejoined us. “Okay Isa, all your bags are in your room. Maybe your mother wants to show you what we've done upstairs,” he said.
“Oh yeah!” my mom said, slapping her hand to her forehead.
“What else did you do?” I asked.
“Like I said, we've had a lot of free time. Come on, I'll show you.”
I followed my mom upstairs, wondering what else could have changed. Blake was close behind.
“Here it is,” my mom said, opening the door to my bedroom.
Everything was changed. My wallpaper and posters had been torn down and replaced with some boring paintings. My old pink bed was gone and in its place was a bigger bed with a blue comforter. My makeup table was missing the mirror and my nightstand with the Barbie lamp was gone. My entire room had been changed into a guest room.
“What do you think?” my mom asked, searching for my reaction.
“Where did all my stuff go?” I blurted out.
Blake stepped in. “Well your mother and I thought that since you moved out we can change this into a guest room. It will still be your room whenever you stay.”
“Don't worry, Kaitlyn, we didn't throw away any of your things. It's all packed away in the garage. You can take all your stuff when you find a permanent place after college,” my mom said
“And what if I move back here?” I asked.
“That's fine. You can decorate your room however you want,” she said.
The anger began to subside. It wasn't that big of a deal. “Okay,” I resigned.
“We'll leave you to it then,” my step stepdad said, closing the door as they left. I sat down on the bed and let out a sigh of relief. Even though it wasn't my same bed or same room, it was nice to be home.
I took out my phone and messaged Crystal. She was my bestest friend and since we went to different colleges, it was a real strain on our friendship. It wasn't too often that my friends and I would all be in town at the same time. We all grew up together and used to do sleepovers all the time. I asked Crystal to roun
d up the whole gang and let's have a sleepover on Friday night.
She responded instantly with a ton of exclamation points and smiley faces.
I didn't think to ask my parents if it would be all right to have a few girls over. I had been used to living on my own now that asking permission for something was foreign to me.
“Hey Mom,” I called downstairs. “Would it be all right if a few of my friends slept over on Friday night?”
“I'm going on a business trip for a few days,” she said. “It's up to Blake if it's all right.”
Blake yelled, “Who's coming over?”
Why did he care? “I don't know yet, probably Crystal and a few others.”
“Fine with me,” he replied.
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A knock at the door woke me up from my nap. I ran downstairs and opened it up to find Crystal, carrying a pillow and wearing a pony onesie. “It's so good to see you,” I said, hugging her tight.
“Good to see you too,” she said, dropping her pillow on the porch to hug me with both hands.
“Who else is coming?” I asked.
“I got Jennifer, Brittany, and Carly to come.”
“Sweet!” I helped Crystal bring her sleeping bag upstairs.
Blake was at the top of the stairs, waiting for us. “How are you doing, Crystal?” he asked. He laid his eyes on Crystal like she was a meal.
“Doing fine, sir, how about you?” she replied, awkwardly.
“I'm great, you girls have fun now,” he said, walking past us downstairs.
We went into my bedroom turned guest room “Wow, what happened to your room?” she asked.
“My parents did it,” I sighed.
“Well it could've been worse. They could've turned it into a workout room.”
“True,” I laughed. “By the way, sorry about my step stepdad. I don't know what's gotten into him.”
“Oh I don't mind,” she said, avoiding eye contact with me.
Another knock at the door interrupted us. “I'll go see who it is,” I told Crystal.
I went to the stairs and heard a conversation. I looked down to the level below to find Blake talking at the doorway to Brittany. I didn't think anything of it until he motioned for her to go upstairs and stared at her ass for way too long.
“Hey, Kaitlyn, how's college?” Brittany asked.
“Not bad,” I replied. I hurried Brittany to my room and looked behind to see if Blake was lurking around.
I let Brittany and Crystal catch up while I waited downstairs by the door to intercept my friends before Blake did. He had never done anything like this before.
When the doorbell rang, I opened it quickly and pulled in Jennifer and Carly without saying a word. I dragged them upstairs and was shocked to see Blake in my bedroom, chatting it up with Brittany and Crystal.
“Blake! What are you doing here. Get out!” I screamed.
“Sorry ladies, I gotta go,” he said, winking at them. “Have fun.”
I closed the door on his ass as he left. “Sorry about that again, guys.”
“Nothing to be sorry about,” Brittany said. “You're stepdad's really cool.”
“Really?” I asked.
Jennifer jumped in. “Yeah your stepdad is so dreamy. I've had my fair share of fantasies about him.”
“Gross!” I said, pushing Jennifer in the shoulder.
“Sometimes I close my eyes at night and touch myself to the image of his naked body,” Carly added.
“Oh, now I know you guys are joking,” I half-laughed.
“How big do you think his cock is?” Crystal whispered.
“I don't know but he has to be at least this big,” Brittany said, holding her hands apart to show his length.
“Really, that big!” Jennifer said, her eyes wide.
“Could be even bigger,” Brittany said, pulling her hands farther apart.
“Okay you guys really need to stop,” I said seriously.
“Sorry,” Crystal said. “It's not our fault you have the hottest stepdad.”
I threw a look of death at her.
“Okay we'll stop,” Crystal said, holding her hands up in defense.
The rest of the night we talked about school and did each other's nails and hair. The subject of boys came up and I was glad nobody mentioned Blake. Why did they never bring up my step stepdad before?
A light tap came from the door. Blake peeked his head in. “I made some mini-pizzas for you girls,” he said, bringing in a tray of food.
The girls all cheered and swarmed the food. Blake took one for himself and ate it while staring at all the women in pajamas.
“Okay thank you, Blake,” I said, shooing him out the room.
“You girls need anything else?” he asked before I closed the door on his face.
“No thanks,” I said to him through the door.
The rest of the night went without incident. I tried to have fun but I could only think of one thing: Blake.
Why was he giving my friends so much attention. He'd never given me that type of attention before. He barely talked to me most of the time. Was there something wrong with me? Was I not as desirable as the rest of my friends.
While we slept, I awoke because I thought I heard footsteps outside my door. I instantly thought it was Blake being a pervert. I got my robe on and stepped over the girls in their sleeping bags. I opened the door to find nobody there.
“Something wrong?” Brittany asked, rubbing her eyes.
“No I just needed to go to the bathroom. You can go back to sleep,” I whispered. Brittany went back to sleep and I got back into bed. Even though I didn't find anything, it didn't mean that Blake wasn't doing something sneaky.
When I fell asleep, Blake came to me in my dream. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. His chest and muscles were so big. I imagined him taking me in his arms. He pressed his lips firmly against mine and I moaned. His hands moved around my back and pulled me in closer to him.
I stuck my tongue in his mouth and felt a surge of pleasure flow through me. Blake grabbed my ass and lifted me off my feet. When he set me down, I wanted only one thing: his big juicy cock in my mouth. I kneeled down and slowly pulled his boxers down. No matter how quickly I wanted him, my dream was going in slow motion. Every moment was agony. I just wanted to see it. I got a glimpse of his black pubic hair and then--
“Wake up, Kaitlyn.”
The first thing I opened my eyes to was Carly giggling right in front of my face. I wiped the slobber from the side of my mouth and sat up. “What's so funny?” I asked.
All the girls collectively laughed. “That must've been some dream,” Brittany chimed in.
An image of Blake's body against mine flashed across my eyes. “I don't know what you're talking about,” I said, standing up and wrapping my robe tightly around my skin.
“So who was he?” Crystal asked.
“Who what?” I replied, walking into the bathroom and turning on the light.
“Oh come on, you were moaning in bed like it was your first time,” Jennifer said.
I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, brushing my hair. I tried not to react but the red embarrassment flooded my face. “I guess I don't remember,” I replied, closing the bathroom door to their shrieking laughter.
I sat down on the toilet with my head in my hands. Having a sex dream for all my friends to see had to be the most embarrassing moment of my life. At least they didn't know it was Blake who I dreamed about. I wouldn't hear the end of it.
After the girls had changed and packed up their stuff, I lead them downstairs to say goodbye. Blake was waiting at the foot of the stairs, sipping on coffee. “You girls have a nice night?” he asked in his deep voice.
“Of course,” Brittany said, passing him.
I stared at him with daggers in my eyes. Why was he being so obvious? He wouldn't be acting this way if my mother was around.
“Thanks for coming over, girls,” I said, opening the door for them.
“Bye, Isa,” Carly said.
“Thanks for the sleepover,” Brittany said.
“Call me later,” Crystal added.
“Sweet dreams.” Jennifer winked at me.