by Betty King
“I'm not going to wait much longer.”
I spread my legs further and watched as Ned was about to mount me.
I put my hand on his chest to stop him.“You're going to need to put the condom on first.”
“Oh yeah!” Ned fumbled around under the seat until he found it. “Do you know how to put it on?”
I let out a obvious sigh of frustration. “Just give it to me.” I plucked the condom out of his hand and began to unwrap it.
Ned's face strained. “Oh my God! I'm coming!” He stroked his cock while he unloaded cum all over my pubic hair.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me!!” I screamed. I threw the wet condom and it hit Ned right in the face and stuck to his cheek. Ned finished and I took his t-shirt that said “Football Champs” and wiped all the cum off before it dried. I was so angry that I didn't even say a word while I put my clothes back on.
“Drive me home,” I said without looking at him. I was beyond angry.
“I'm sorry, Abigail. Just give me a little time and I'll be able to go again.” Ned was reluctant to put his clothes back on because he was still going to be a virgin.
“You blew it, Ned. Get one of your cheerleaders to fuck you.” That really got him going. He gathered up his clothes and jumped into the front seat, huffing and puffing.
Once I was fully clothed, I climbed into the passenger seat and checked myself in the mirror. Ned started the car and drove off while I fixed my hair and makeup. When we pulled up to my house, I could tell that Ned was really sorry but I didn't want anything to do with him. I just picked up my black purse and left the car without saying a word.
The walk up the driveway was difficult. I could still hear Ned's car sitting there and watching me. I kinda felt bad for him but I needed a real man. I couldn't wait to go to college where I could meet guys who actually had sex before. I got my keys out and searched for the right one. Ned was still behind me, waiting in his car. I didn't want to look back at him so I quickly unlocked the door and went inside.
“It's past your curfew Abigail.”
“Oh shit!” I screamed. I was so scared that I almost jumped out of my shoes. In the living room, my step-father, Jordan, was sitting in the dark. “You scared the crap outta me, stepdad!”
Jordan clicked on the light next to him. It lit just enough of his face to make him look sinister. “You're mom wouldn't be too pleased to know that you came home so late. Especially with your birthday right around the corner.” My real stepdad left us when I was just a baby. Jordan and my mom met only a couple years ago and they got married almost immediately. I was always jealous of my mom. Jordan was my ideal man: strong and incredibly handsome. His dark hair was always perfectly combed and he had just the right amount of stubble. The problem was he could be a real jerk sometimes.
“Please don't tell mom!” I pleaded with him.
I could see him juggling with ideas in his head. “Okay I won't tell her but I'm going to have to punish you myself.”
“Sure, that's fine.” I got ready to go upstairs before he stopped me.
“Hold up, Abigail. You need to talk to your mother about what you want to do for your birthday. It's your last one before you go away for college. Your mom just wants to make it special.” Jordan smiled at me.
“Okay I will.” I smiled back.
I tip-toed upstairs and quietly shut my bedroom door so I didn't wake up my mom. I went to bed that night feeling so unsatisfied. I knew there was only way to make myself feel better. I slipped my hand under the covers and into my panties. My fingers met my warm pussy and my body writhed with pleasure.
Flashes of Ned's inability passed through my mind and I could feel myself getting instantly turned off. I shook my head and tried to focus on something else. An image of Jordan popped in and he was all shirtless and sweaty. I pictured him walking in on me touching myself. At first, it's embarrassing and then puts his hands are all over me.
Back in bed, my fingers were working wonders on my clit. I rubbed it around in circles, softly at first. Then I slightly increased the pressure as my body got more into it. My other hand felt up my left breast. I pinched my own nipple which made me bite my lip hard. I imagined Jordan holding me down, about to force himself on me. I put two fingers in my mouth to simulate his cock. I let my tongue run over them and sucked hard. I needed his seed inside me. I wanted a baby.
I couldn't handle the ecstasy anymore. The pleasure was building more and more. I wanted to release it.
“Ohhhhhhh!!!” I quickly stuffed a pillow over my mouth while my orgasm took control. I furiously rubbed my clit while I let the pleasure take hold of me. I arched my back and all the muscles in my body flexed. My feet and toes were all pointed, shaking with ecstasy. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I felt euphoria.
After my climax passed, I was completely exhausted. It was so hard to catch my breath and I couldn't believe I just thought about fucking my step-father. I laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. What was I supposed to do with these feelings? I couldn't bury them. I see Jordan every single day. I just had to have him. I fell asleep that night with the biggest grin on my face.
The next day was the day before my birthday. I went downstairs and saw my mom making some breakfast. The smell of pancakes and syrup invaded my nose.
“Morning, mom!” I went over to the kitchen island and sat down on a barstool
“Oh good morning, Abigail,” she said with a smile. “How did you sleep?”
“I actually slept really good last night!” I definitely couldn't tell her why it was so good. She brought over a plate that had a juicy stack of pancakes on it. “So mom, what are we going to do for my birthday.”
“Oh honey, I wanted to do something really nice for you tomorrow but there's a problem. The hospital called and they need me to work a shift that day. I'm so sorry. Is there any way we could celebrate it the day after?”
I tried to hide my disappointment. “Yeah my mom, it's no big deal.
“I'll make it up to you, I swear!” My mom poured the syrup over my pancakes. She always knew exactly how much I wanted. Just enough to cover all the pancakes and not get them too soggy. I felt so depressed which made me eat way too much.
The next morning, I woke up super excited that it was my birthday. My mom usually made me breakfast in bed with the whole food tray and everything. I realized instantly that it wasn't going to happen that morning. My mom was going to be gone until at least after midnight. She was going to miss my whole birthday. I flung the covers over my head and went back to sleep. I hoped I could just sleep for 24 hours and wake up the next day to a wonderful birthday.
I almost did really sleep in the whole day. I heard a knock at my door and my eyes opened up. I could see the sun was setting and that freaked me out. It felt like I had skipped a whole day. There was another knock on the door.
“Come in,” I yelled. The door cracked open and Jordan peeked his head through. When I saw it was him, I covered myself up with the comforter and tried to hide my makeup-less face. I suddenly felt very self-conscious around him.
“Abigail, it's time to get up. I have some dinner downstairs for you whenever you're ready.”
“Okay thank you! I'll be down after I take a quick shower.”
Jordan closed the door but right before it shut, he popped his head back in. “Oh yeah, happy birthday Abigail.”
I felt a rush of happiness. I'd forgotten it was my birthday. I jumped out of bed and checked myself in the mirror. My body felt sluggish from sleeping all day and I could barely walk. I had dark circles under my eyes and my hair was in tatters. I ran across the hall and took a quick shower. My stomach was grumbling like an alien creature because I hadn't eaten in almost a whole day.
After my shower, I went to my closet to find something to wear. I wanted to look nice for Jordan. I wanted him to want me. I found a cute short skirt and paired it with a white v-neck sweater. I had just the right amount of cleavage that I knew would knock his socks off
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Once my makeup and hair were done, I ran downstairs to meet him. Jordan was seated at the dinner table and before him laid a magnificent feast. My jaw dropped to the floor at the sight of all the food. All my favorite things to eat were just sitting there. Chicken pizza, pesto pasta, turkey burgers, and fried rice. He even made grilled cheese which I loved to eat for lunch.
“How did you do all this?” I asked shockingly.
“It was easy actually. You were asleep for the entire day and I got bored so I just kept cooking. Since you're mom was going to be gone for your birthday, I thought it would be fun to have a crazy buffet.”
“This is amazing! Thank you so much!” My eyes were still taking in all the food.
Jordan pointed to a seat next to him. “Well sit down and eat before it all goes cold.”
I sat down next to him and I caught him looking down my shirt. I was excited that my plan was working. I started grabbing plates and pouring myself some soda. I tried a little bit of everything and it was all fantastic. Even after eating tons of good. we barely even made a dent. After we were done, we both sat back in our chairs and let the food settle.
“I feel like I'm in a food coma,” I joked.
“I think I'm going to have a food baby,” Jordan remarked. We both laughed until our sides hurt. He didn't know that I really wanted a baby with him.
A couple hours passed with us sitting at the table exchanging laughs. It was the longest I'd ever been alone with him. My mom worked a lot but even then Jordan and I would stay in our separate rooms. I was having so much fun and I kept checking the clock as it got ever closer to midnight. I wasn't exactly sure when my mom would be back but I knew it would be soon after 12.
“Oh! Before I forget!” Jordan bent down under the table and pulled out a present. “This is for you,” he said, handing me the nicely wrapped box.
In the past, my mom and Jordan always got me a joint gift. In reality, I knew my mom was the one that did the shopping and Jordan just signed the card. It was strange that he actually got me a separate gift. I looked the gift over and tried to figure out what it was. By the size of the box, it was probably clothes. I smiled at Jordan before tearing the wrapping off.
The box was bright pink and said Victoria's Secret on the front. I gave Jordan a raised eyebrow and took the top off the box. I dug through all the tissue paper and pulled out a bra. It was the latest push-up bra.
“Oh wow! This looks amazing!” I checked the tag of the bra. “How did you know my size?”
“I pay attention to details,” he said, looking me up and down.
“Thank you so much! Do you mind if I go upstairs and try it on right now?” I was hoping he would see that as an invitation.
“Go right ahead.” Jordan took a sip of his wine and he wore a devilish grin.
I took the bra and ran upstairs. I listened for his footsteps but didn't hear any. Maybe I misread the signals? Or what if he didn't understand what I meant? I still went to my bedroom to try the bra on. I took my top off and unhooked my old bra. I put the one on and it fit perfectly. I marveled at my body in the full length mirror. That's when I heard the door open.
I didn't even look behind. I just stared at Jordan through the mirror as he watched me. He came up from behind and put his strong arms around me.
“That bra looks really nice on you,” he said in a sexy voice. His hands came up and felt my tits in the bra. I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan. I put my hands on his as he felt me up. Then his hands left me and he backed away. I turned around to face him and he was holding another present. This time it was a bag and there was no label on it.
“Remember how I said I'm going to have to punish you.”
“Yes Jordan,” I gulped.
He pulled out some ropes from the bag. “You've been a very naughty girl, Abigail. I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson.”
“Oh I'm sorry I've been so bad. Be gentle!”
Jordan dropped the ropes to the floor and grabbed me by the hair. He pulled me in and put his rough lips on mine. I could smell his musky scent and it's what I thought real men should smell like. I felt his arms on my back, holding me close to him. Our lips moved together and our tongues touched. We kissed for so long that I thought I was going to pass out from a lack of oxygen.
I was pushed against his body and I could feel his cock pinned against me. It grew to unimaginable lengths beneath his jeans. He pulled my hair hard to the left, exposing my tender neck. He lightly kissed me there at first but then he was biting me. I could barely handle the pleasure. My fingernails dug into his flesh.
While he sucked on my neck, his hands moved behind me and instantly unhooked my bra. My huge tits were finally released. I gasped at first because it surprised me and then I felt really turned on. Jordan grabbed the bra and threw it at the wall. He stopped giving me a hickey and focused on my tits. He stared at them for a moment, admiring them. His fingers traced along the curves and around my erect nipples. His hands grabbed each breast and squeezed hard. He pushed them together and buried his face in my cleavage. He kissed every inch of my boobs and he spent a lot of time on my nipples. His tongue lightly licked them and then he chewed on each one. I felt wave after wave of ecstasy. I was getting incredibly wet. He grabbed one of my tits with both hands and tried to fit the whole thing in his mouth. It was impossible because they were just too big. Then he sucked hard on my nipples like he was trying to get milk out of me.
When he was finally done, he bent down and picked up the ropes. “Now take off the rest of your clothes,” he commanded.
“Yes,” I replied. I bent over on my desk so he could get the perfect shot underneath my skirt. Then I slowly pulled it down until my beautiful ass was exposed and my lace thong that barely covered me.
“Get on the bed,” he instructed. Jordan was licking his lips like I was going to be his next meal.
I lat down on my comfy queen-sized bed. “I want you to fuck me so good.”
“I will but first I need to punish you for being so bad. Lift your arms above your head.”
I raised my arms and set them against the headboard. I was beginning to feel a little cold and jealous that I was naked and Jordan still had all his clothes on.
“Give me your hands now.” I put my arms out in front of me and Jordan took my left wrist and wrapped some rope around it. He tied it to the bed post and then worked on my other wrist. I was firmly tied down and the rope was so tight that it was cutting into my skin. I twisted and squirmed to try and make it more loose. Jordan seemed to be enjoying me being helpless on the bed. I was completely naked and his to do what he wishes with.
He started at my feet, kissing each individual toe. He lifted my foot higher and sucked on my big toe. Then we worked his way up. His lips grazed my ankles and his tongue ran up my inner thighs. I couldn't help but giggle. I felt ticklish but it was so pleasurable at the same time. I stared down at him as he looked up at me right before tasting my pussy. His eyes were filled with a ravenous hunger. His tongue ravaged my clit and my moaning got louder and louder.
“Oh! Right there! Don't stop!” His tongue was like magic as it swirled and twirled my fleshly pleasure hood. The lips of my pussy were dripping wet and I was making a mess all over Jordan's face. He kissed my clit and made his way down. I felt his tongue enter me and it was almost too much for me. I'd never had a tongue inside me before and the sensation was incredible. His tongue searched deep within me for my orgasm and he found it almost immediately.
“Oh FUCK!! I'M COMING!!!!!” My body went rigid as my climax took over. I felt little pockets of pleasure explode all over my skin. Jordan continued to fuck me with his wet tongue and he used his fingers to rub my clit at the same time. I wanted to grab his head and push him against my pussy but I couldn't move my hands. That feeling of not being in control multiplied my orgasm by a hundred.
Soon my orgasm faded and I was left trying to catch my breath. Jordan wiped all my wetness from his mouth when he came up for air.
“Holy SHIT!!! That was so good! Are you going to fuck me now?”
Without saying a word, Jordan sat up and started to untie my bindings. I was confused and thought that it was all over. Didn't he want to be inside me? Was I not good enough for him? My wrists were raw from the rope and I rubbed them to try and relieve the pain.
“Flip over on your stomach,” he insisted.
I turned over and planted my head into the pillow. Jordan came over and tied my hands again to the bedposts. He walked behind me and I couldn't twist my head enough to see what he was doing. I closed my eyes and I could hear his jeans getting unzipped. I felt the bed rock as Jordan got on top of me.
I heard Jordan's hand cut through the air as it landed straight on my ass cheek. It made a big “whack” and I screamed out in pain.
“You've been very bad, Abigail!”
“I'm so sorry. Please don't hit me again,” I said playfully.