Baby Crazy

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Disclaimers: If this is illegal in your country stop reading it. I do
not condone child abuse. I was a virgin until I was nineteen and regret
that I didn't start out at fourteen when I was ready, if I could get a
do-over this is what it could look like.

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Mf, pregnant, 1st, reluctant

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It wasn't my parent's fault. Not at all. They'd raised me right, we
went to church, I had all the best things they could manage for me, and I
was certainly loved.

But starting around age thirteen I wanted a baby.

It's hard to describe how I felt but it was a burning emotional need on
my part. I wanted to feel a baby in my arms and I wanted to feel that
unconditional love that a baby feels for its mother as it would look in my
eyes.

I became obsessed with babies and was always eager to babysit for my
parent's friends or anyone else who needed a babysitter. I loved feeling
their soft skin, I loved feeding them, and sometimes I'd even allow a baby
to suckle on me if I could get away with it.

By the time of my fourteenth birthday I had it all figured out. I'd go
online and meet a married man with kids figuring that married men were
probably safer for STD's and that a man with children wasn't going to be
sterile. I also figured a married man would have a lot to lose if he tried
to take my baby away from me. See? I had it all figured out!

So I started off by checking out the fathers of the families I babysat
for and as I went on I found reasons why each of them was unsuitable. The
number one reason was that they knew me, they knew my parents, and they'd
know the baby was theirs.

That also cancelled out the divorced and single fathers I sat for. They
wouldn't work, either.

Going online ended up being my best choice and I registered on a few
sites to meet people and the first few sites all I got were creepy pictures
of guys holding their dicks. I sure didn't want to be around anyone like
that.

Finally I just ended up chatting with some nicer people in a site where
you just chat and talk about stuff. That's where I met Rich. I told Rich
about almost everything (except wanting a baby) and he told me that he was
a married man with three kids and that his wife didn't want any more kids
but he did. We went on for six months chatting on Telegram (his idea
because it was secure), exchanging pictures, discussing things, and then we
decided it was time to meet.

We chose a coffee place in Gresham because it was public and safe and
when he showed up and saw me in person he was a little surprised. He'd
expected I was at least eighteen and I had to come clean about being
fourteen. I asked if he was going to stop being friends with me and he
laughed and said no. It was just something he wasn't ready for. He told
me that he was forty-two but other than a little white hair mixed in with
the red he looked just like most of the teachers at school. He flattered
me telling me that he liked tall girls and that I could easily pass for
eighteen if I were dressed up. We had about an hour chat and then it was
time for me to go.

The following month we met up two more times and we kept chatting online
all the time, too.

Finally we met up again for the fourth time and I told him about wanting
a baby. He didn't criticize me or anything and instead just listened to me
go on and on about the whole thing. He said he figured I had a reason for
wanting an older, married friend. I worked up the nerve to ask him if he'd
do me a favor right at the same time he asked me if I'd like him to do the
honors for me. We laughed a very nervous laugh over that and then he asked
me if I realized that he could get in very serious trouble and I said yes.
He said it was worth it.

Of course I knew my cycle really well and I was very clinical about the
whole thing. I knew that my best time was going to start ten days after my
period ended and then for a week after that. We set it up so the big day
would be a Wednesday right after school when my parents were both in
Seattle overnight on business.

I spent almost two weeks planning everything and how I had to hold my
legs afterwards. I packed a little bag with a toothbrush and all that just
so I could be all fresh. In the meantime Rich and I chatted a lot and he
told me of how after everything was done he'd get me home by eight o'clock
that night.

That morning I shaved my spindly legs to make sure they were really smooth and I made sure I looked as good as you can get at fourteen. My folks dropped me off at school on their way to the airport and didn't even notice my
backpack was a little fuller than usual with my little travel bag tucked
inside.

I didn't pay attention to anything at all at school! All I could think
about was how I was going to have my baby and how happy I'd be when MY baby
was in my arms!

The clock absolutely dragged that day! It seemed like FOREVER before it
was finally three and the bell rang!

I played it cool leaving school and went out with the kids who lived
nearby and who always walked every day. Rich had chosen a park to meet for
this occasion because there were no cameras there and no one from school
ever went to the park right after class let out. When I got there I saw
Rich's black Range Rover and laughed a little because in our neighborhood
no one was going to notice a Range Rover! They were as common as Volvo's!

The back door was unlocked and I opened it and saw Rich in the driver's
seat smiling. I closed the door and he reminded me to shut off my phone.
With the blacked out windows I felt like a movie star as Rich drove me to
his place. I knew he lived in Oak Grove on the Willamette River and it was
a really nice house compared to ours! The garage had four spaces! I saw a
dock on the river and then saw the boat when we entered the garage. I
grabbed my backpack and Rich held the door for me like a gentleman and then
showed me into the house. It was just as nice inside as it was outside.

I asked him where his family was and that was when he said he and his
wife were divorced. Two months ago she'd taken the kids and the only upside of it all for him was that the divorce was a clean break with no alimony or anything else. He got to visit his kids every two weeks but they never came to visit him at the house, which was kind of sad because it was such a nice house!

He showed me around the house and then took me upstairs to his bedroom.
My pulse raced a bit as I realized that this was getting really serious.
The bed was very manly, made out of steel and welded together, Rich said
he'd made it himself. He showed me to the bathoom and told me to go get
ready and them come down to meet him in the kitchen. There was a robe
hanging on the door and he told me to put it on and then come down to see
him. I told him that wasn't what I'd planned and he said this was the way
he wanted it. Before he left he reached into my bag and took my phone
saying he didn't want to be disturbed.

I hadn't planned on the robe and instead was just going to drop my
panties and leave everything else on but Rich had told me what to do and I
nervously went about getting ready. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair
and when I was done I hesitated a bit but then undressed. Everything came
off and then I put on the fluffy robe. I waited a minute asking myself if
I was sure about all this and then padded downstairs in my bare feet.

Rich was in the kitchen smiling and he'd poured two glasses of something
that turned out to be sherry. It was sweet and I liked it and ended up
having two glasses of it as we talked. We chatted for maybe half an hour
and then he got up and took my hand to lead me to the bedroom. My head was
buzzing a bit from the wine but it felt good and I felt calmer after a long
day of anticipation.

He had me sit on the bed as he got ready and when he came out of the
bathroom he was naked! It was the first time I'd seen a naked male in
person and it was an eyeful! His belly was a little paunchy but the rest
of him looked like he was in good shape. The thing that really caught my
eye was his cock! It was long and thin and as I looked at it I wondered
how all of that was supposed to fit inside me.

He came over to me and had me touch it and hold it saying I needed to
learn about this kind of thing since I'd be getting married someday and how
my husband would appreciate my knowing these things.

It was soft and hard at the same time. The skin was smooth and it was
warm. I felt it move as I touched it and when I wrapped my hands around it
Rich groaned with a 'Mmmmmm' that told me he liked it.

Then he stood me up and leaned down and kissed me. It wasn't just our
first kiss, it was MY first kiss! He held my face as he kissed me and as I
started to feel flush from his attention he pushed my robe open. I pulled
back out of modesty and went to close it up and then he shushed me and
pushed it off my shoulders and had me let it drop to the ground.

He touched my breasts and kissed me some more and then one of his hands
drifted down between my legs. I closed them together and he pulled back
and smiled.

"Come on." he said, lifting the sheets on the bed for me. Happy for
some cover I slipped into the bed and pulled the sheets up around me as he
walked around the bed and got in on the other side.

We were both lying there facing each other and he smiled and kissed me on the tip of my nose.

His hand went to my breast and I pulled back.

I was terrified.

"Are you scared?"

I nodded.

"Well, you should be. You're fourteen and in bed with someone you barely know and you could get pregnant from this. Not that I don't want to do this with you but I completely understand if you change your mind. It's a big decision and it can't be undone once we get started."

I felt a little relief at that consideration. He smiled seeing me relax.

With a more serious look he says to me, "Morgan, things are about to get
really serious here. In some ways they already have. Now you have a
choice, you can stop right now, get your clothes on, and I'll take you home or we can continue. But here's the thing, if we continue I'm not going to stop even if you beg me to. I won't stop until you're pregnant like I promised, okay? Now you tell me yes or no and understand that once it's said there's no going
back."

A really big part of me wanted to say no and let this go for another
time but then the part of me that wanted the baby and that prideful part of
every teenager that tells them they're old enough to make this kind of
choice got together and outvoted the sensible part.

"Yes." I squeaked.

He smiled. "Say it one more time and louder."

"Yes, I want to."

"Good!"

He moved towards me and started kissing me again. This time he held my
neck with one hand while the other explored my body. Everywhere he touched
me was the first time anyone had ever touched me there. His hand went
between my legs and when I tried to hold my legs together he pushed his
hand between them until I gave up and let him have his way. He started
rubbing me on my pussy as we kept kissing and as I relaxed he did too.
After a little while it even started to feel nice.

Now he partly rolled himself to where he was over me. One of his legs
went between mine and his face looked down at me.

As we were making out I felt something move against my leg and realized
it was his cock getting hard. A chill ran through me with the knowledge
that he was going to put it inside me and very soon! I was so focused on
what he was going to do that I almost didn't notice when one of his fingers
slipped inside me. It was only when I felt a movement where there
shouldn't be one was when I knew his finger was inside me.

Now his mouth moved from mine to my nipple and the feeling was electric!
I heard myself moan and then his finger moved faster and deeper causing me
to spread my legs.

I couldn't believe what was happening to me as a wave of pleasure and
ecstasy suddenly rose up in my body and seemed to just make the whole world
disappear! I'd never felt THAT before and I was overcome with emotion as
it kept going on and on. At some point I realized that I was crying and
moaning all at the same time.

Rich stopped for a moment and was saying something soothing to me and
wiping my face with a tissue. I had no idea what he was saying as I was
still lost in the reverie of my first powerful orgasm.

I was trying to recover when Rich tossed away the tissue and kissed me
while he got between my legs. His cock sawed between my pussy lips and the
reality of my fantasy flooded in all at the same time that I wasn't even
out of eighth grade yet and this older man was about to have sex with me
and try to make me pregnant! What the hell had I been thinking?

I pulled away from his kiss, "Rich...please...stop...give me a minute!"

His cock caught in me and then slipped.

"Oh, no! Please..."

It caught in me again and poked into me just enough that I felt some pressure.

He stopped and looked in my eyes as I felt his cock pressing in me.

"Morgan, do you want me to stop?"

I nodded again, "Can we stop for a while and maybe just talk a little?"

I felt him press at me a little.

"Do you remember what I told you, Morgan? I told you that once we started that I wasn't going to stop until you were pregnant."

He pressed again.

"I know but can't we stop for a while? Please?"

I felt his weight press me into the mattress and I wondered if he was going to stop for a while.

He didn't.

Instead he started pushing at me with a gentle rhythm. As he pushed at me I gradually felt him get a little bit into me, bit by bit.

I was still terrified and now I started to struggle and try to push him off.

"PLEASE STOP!", I pleaded!

Right as I said that he pushed into me that extra bit and then I felt him slip inside me. It had hurt and while I had expected some pain I wasn't ready for the pain I felt as he withdrew and then slowly drove into me again. His cock was stretching my unused body and prying its way into my depths.

I asked him to stop for a moment so I could get used to it but it was like he didn't even hear me. He thrust into me even harder and got more of himself inside me. I asked him one more time to wait and instead he thrust again and
again driving himself up inside my body, stretching me and making me cry with the pain.

I struggled with him for a bit and he probably didn't even notice. Trying to push him off of me I got my feet flat on the bed and pushed up at him. I didn't realize that this was the exact wrong thing to do because all it did was let his hips crush into mine and I grimaced as he slipped all the way inside of me.

I felt full. I begged him to stop to give me a moment to get used to him but he just stared at me as he pushed deep. There was no turning back now. His eyes locked on mine as I felt him withdraw almost all the way before sliding all the way back into me. He held it there for a moment and then slowly forced himself into me until his body was snug up against mine again. He rested all of his weight on me for a moment as he reached down and pulled my legs up on either side of him.

It was a little more comfortable that way and when he let go I held them
there on my own. Now he pulled back again and then slid into me again. He
repeated this until he got into a slow rhythm while he fondled my breasts,
and alternated kissing my neck, kissing my lips, and kissing my bare
shoulders.

I lay there with Rich moving on top and me and feeling him inside me and a part of me found the whole thing so incredibly fascinating. I wasn't a virgin anymore and I was having sex!

I was just starting to think this wasn't all that bad when his pace
stepped up. He started to sweat with his exertions and the look on his
face...wasn't him. He looked pained and driven at the same time. His body
frantically slammed into mine and the full feeling was replaced with a buiding soreness that blended into pain. I felt like a rag doll as he pounded me into the mattress. His cock kept plunging deep into my pussy fucking me harder and
deeper until he gave me one deep thrust and then he groaned and held himself
inside me. My eyes went wide as I felt his cock spasm inside me. THROB!
THROB! THROB! which was followed by THROB! THROB! and then Throb!
Throb! Throb!

I remember thinking that everything about my life was changing in that moment.

He settled his weight on me, crushing me into the bed, while his cock
stayed inside me pulsing the occasional spasm into me. I felt liquid
running out of me and knew that it was his semen. Maybe I was getting
pregnant as he lay on stop of me?

We laid there on the bed for a long time as he caught his breath and as I tried to stop myself from crying at the trauma of what I'd just been through.

He kissed me and nuzzled me as I felt his cock start to shrink. He eventually moved just a bit and I felt it plop out of me.

He finally rolled off of me and grabbed some tissues and cleaned
himself. Then he grabbed some more.

"Here." He said, tossing them to me. I stuffed them into my crotch and
was amazed at the amount of wetness between my legs. I gave up trying to
clean it all and instead ran to the bathroom while he laid on his back.

Sitting down on the toilet I was amazed at the stream of white fluid tinged with blood that flowed out of me. It smelled musky and it was lumpy like warm tapioca pudding. It took a good five minutes before there wasn't any more of it flowing out of me.

I sat there and felt a growing soreness. My insides felt like they'd been beaten from the inside out...and they had. As I sat there I felt violated even though it had all been my idea. I guess I had expected it to be more romantic.

He knocked on the bathroom door, "Morgan, come downstairs when you're
ready."

I heard him walk away. I gave it a moment and then went out and got the
bathrobe on and then went downstairs.

He had more wine poured and he smiled as he handed me a glass.

"Was that what you thought it would be?"

"No, it wasn't. Why didn't you stop when I asked?"

"I told you what was going to happen, didn't I? You had a choice and I gave it to you and you chose. After that I got to be honest that I really just wanted to make love to you and once I got started there was no way I was stopping. You're so beautiful that I just want to see you pregnant with my baby!"

We talked some more and after I finished what was now my fourth glass of
wine He took me upstairs again. I expected to be getting into the shower
and getting ready to go home but instead he had me drop my robe and lay
back on the bed again.

"Gotta do this a little more to make sure, you know."

He dropped his robe and got between my legs. To my amazement he slipped
inside me quite easily. It was still sore inside and I told him so and he
said it would be done soon. I spread my legs like before and let him go
and 'soon' wasn't soon enough. Sore became pain and I ended up crying as
my second mating stretched into fifteen minutes. As he started to race towards
his climax he grimaced and pounded away at me, slamming himself into my body over and over.

It ended with a sweaty man crashing down on top of me and spasming his
semen into my body again. Between all of the fluids involved I felt dirty
and gross.

Like before he rolled off of me but this time had me hold my legs up.
He wanted me to get pregnant, too!

We chatted a little as I held myself there and when it was time to get
up I ran to the bathroom and his semen poured out of me. Not as much as at
first, but enough.

I cleaned myself up and then went out to get my clothes.

"Where's my stuff? I think I want to get dressed and go home."

He sat up. "I'd rather you stay the night like we planned."

I stared at him not knowing what else to say.

"Don't worry about it, we'll have a nice time and I'll take you to school in the morning. Promise."

I had made a huge mistake. Rich wouldn't be talked out of it but when I
told him I was worried about my parents calling he helped me set up a call
forwarding from my home to my cell phone. If they called I'd just answer
my phone and act like I was at home. They never called so it didn't matter
but at the time I was seriously worried.

He let me put on my robe and we went back downstairs to watch TV and
talk for a while. Around eight he got up and closed the curtains and then
came back and dropped his robe. He had me do the same and then had me sit
closer to him. He wasn't too crazy but instead just had me sit with him as
we watched the TV and I kind of liked it as his hands just wandered over me
and touched me.

The evening wore on and it was time for bed. I knew I was going to
sleep with him and that was scary but after everything that had already
happened it didn't seem quite so big a deal. I brushed my teeth again and
listened to him pee in the bathroom. By the time he was out of the
bathroom I was already in the bed.

I was a little worried what was going to happen when he came to bed but
then he just said goodnight and turned off the light. A little while later
I heard him snoozing. Sleep didn't come easily for me as I contemplated
the events of the day and what it all meant. There was no turning back now
even though a part of me wished I could undo what had happened. It was
merciful when sleep finally took me over.

The next thing I knew was when the alarm went off. I woke up and heard
Rich silence the noise and then lay back in bed. He was quiet for a moment
and then I felt his hand seek me out and run over my ass. It was like he
was checking to make sure I was there.

"Good morning." He whispered.

"Good morning." I replied.

With that he started to move around in the bed and got himself on top of
me. I felt his cock press at my entrance and then gasped as my still moist
pussy opened up for him. He only took a few strokes before he was all the
way inside me, thrusting at a slow but insistent pace. It wasn't as
painful as before but I was still sore inside and I grimaced every time he
went deep.

In between the moments of pain I felt pleasure rising and I started to
move the way the pleasure was telling me to move. He reacted to what I
was doing and shifted a little and I found myself on the way to
something amazing. It built and built and then it just let loose and I
found myself holding on to him as he moaned and started throbbing inside
me.

I didn't care when he collapsed onto me. The lingering shock of the
orgasm had me just trying to get my senses back.

Rich kissed me and said, "Time for a shower, come on."

He got off me and I felt him slide out and then felt his cock wetly slap
along my thigh. He rolled off the bed and took my hand.

A few minutes later I was in the shower with him and seeing his naked
body in the bright light for the first time. And he saw mine, too. He
washed my back for me and ran the shower head between my legs to clean me
up. As we talked a bit he also had me hold his cock and I swear it started
to swell again so I let it go.

Thirty minutes after that we were in his car and chatting away about
what might be. I kissed him goodbye when we got to my school and then
jumped out just like I would on any other day.

Except this wasn't any other day.

All day long the events of the night before ran through my mind and the
everpresent fact that Rich's sperm were inside me looking for an egg kept
me preoccupied. Gym class was awful because running with sore insides was
no fun. The coach noticed and figured it was my period and had me sit out
for the rest of the class.

None of my friends noticed I was different.

That afternoon when I got home my parents didn't notice either. They
were busy with their business talk and were upset because the whole Seattle
trip hadn't worked out like they'd wanted it to. They were angry about
some part of the deal that didn't work out. They barely noticed me that
evening.

The next two weeks dragged by for me as I waited to see if my period
would come. One Sunday morning I woke up and struggled with the conflict
of relief that my period had started and then mourning for the baby I
didn't have. I cried.

Of course, I hadn't chatted with Rich for a while. When I got on the
phone and sent him the message that it hadn't worked he wrote back almost
immediately saying that it was perfectly normal and nothing to worry about.
We exchanged notes back and forth and he danced around the big question so
I finally had to get into it.

I asked him if we could try again and he said yes.

We set it up again for the Friday in twelve days because my parents were
going to go to Seattle again and this time from Friday until Monday. I
could have all of Friday night with Rich and then all of Saturday, too.

Over those twelve days I found myself not just thinking about a baby but
thinking about Rich and the orgasm. A few times I found myself in class
thinking about his cock inside me and I'd realize my hand was on my belly
and I'd glance around to see if anyone was looking before I'd go back to my
studies. I'd put my finger on my belly button and marvel at the thought
that his cock had been just a few inches away from it. In bed my mind
would wander to Rich being on top of me and trying to give me a baby.

I realized that I wanted to have sex again and it was quite the
revelation! Before my only thoughts had been about babies and now my
thoughts were about Rich, sex with Rich, having a baby with Rich because
I'd had sex with Rich, and on and on! Even though it had hurt and he didn't listen to me that first time I found myself thinking about his cock gliding all the way up inside me.

On the Thursday night before I was to see him again I so wanted to feel
him that I ran my hand down my body and plopped a finger in between my legs
to find my button. Ooooh, and did I find my button! Fortunately my
parents didn't hear me...or maybe they did and they gave me my privacy...in
any case it was wonderful!

Friday was the longest day of the twelve days. My parents left early
for Seattle so I took the bus to school. Ugh.

My English teacher, Mrs. Simmons, told me that my grades were slipping
the last few weeks and she gave me a friendly chat about paying attention
in class and she also said some other stuff that was probably helpful.

I got sweaty during gym and had to take a shower which left my hair a
mess. I used the hand dryer in the bathroom to blow dry it and I ended up
looking like Madonna in the 1980's. Fortunately no one bothered me about
it.

Three o'clock finally came and the bell rang. I almost ran from class
heading for where Rich would be waiting for me and when I turned the corner
there was his car! The engine was running when I hopped in and he smiled
at me as we drove away.

On the way to his house he talked about his day at work and I listened
to him tell me about making microprocessors as we drove on. I figured he
must work at Intel although he never said the name.

We got to his house and he parked the car like before. Going in the
house he led me upstairs to his bedroom and told me to get undressed. Just
like that!

I wanted to be a little offended but I was here for this, right?

Still, a part of me was still afraid of being with a man so I just
watched him strip. When he was done I didn't say much as he undressed me
and then laid me back on the bed.

"I'm sorry about the rush, Morgan, I just can't wait."

I yelped as he roughly ran a finger between my legs and dipped inside
me. He ran his finger in and out until I felt my wetness come up and then
he just got on me. It didn't hurt like before but it was still a new
feeling to me when he pushed at me. It was scary how insistent he was on
getting into me and I was just about to get scared when I felt him get it
in me just a bit.

He kissed me and lowered himself onto me as he started to thrust. When
he was all that way inside me I could sense a kind of relief from him and
his urgency settled down a bit. He never broke his gentle kiss as I felt
his body moving on mine. My legs spread for him almost on their own,
asking him to snuggle closer to me and he did.

I loved it. It wasn't totally comfortable and sometimes it hurt when he
went deep but still, I loved it. I loved his being so caught up in giving
me attention like he was! I was the focus of his attention! And then that
feeling inside me as he pumped in and out of me...oh, wow. It hadn't hit
me before about having sex but now I was so amazingly aware of it.

I felt his hairy legs rubbing on my smooth legs.

I felt his lips on mine.

His hands on my breasts.

His arm around my waist, pulling me tight as he fucked me.

His warm belly against mine.

And then that feeling, distantly calling to me, coming at me...

"Ah, ah, ahhhhhh..."

He pushed into me and I felt it.

THROB!THROB!THROB!THROB!THROB!THROB!

He pulled back and then pushed in again...

Throb!Throb!Throb!Throb!

...and again...

Throb!Throb!

...and then he collapsed on me. He held my face and kissed me when
still pushing into me and I felt his body seize as I felt him inside me...
Throb!Throb!

The sudden sensation of his wetness coming out of me scared me and
pleased me. There was no turning back now. I might get pregnant this
time. And the thought of my belly swelling with my baby pleased me
and...somehow...that made me want this man who was on top of me. I didn't
understand it but my clinical view of Rich as just a means to getting what
I wanted had been wiped away and I was now looking at him differently.

I hadn't expected that.

He rolled off of me and told me to go clean up. I went to the bathroom
and did the best I could but the stream of semen just kept coming. I ended
up making myself a little pad of toilet paper and then I went back to the
bedroom and put on my panties to hold it in place. The rest of my clothes
and my backpack were gone and the robe was there so I understood what he
wanted me to wear.

I padded downstairs and as I was going along the soreness in my belly
came back but not as bad as the first time.

When I got to the kitchen a naked Rich had a nice smile on his face as
he handed me a glass of wine.

"That was great, kitten. I'd been saving that up for you and couldn't
hold it back."

"Ummm, thank you?" I sipped at the wine. It wasn't the sherry this time
it was something else. I put it down as he started to move.

He came over to me and hugged me. "We're gonna have a great weekend,
Morgan. I'm gonna fuck your brains out and you're gonna get that baby you
want!"

He looked in my eyes and leaned down to kiss me and this time I felt his
tongue. I parted my lips a little and his tongue slid into my mouth. At
the same time he spread my robe open and his hands went to my boobs. He
pushed the robe off of my shoulders and then broke our kiss.

Turning me around he put my hands on the counter and then pulled my
panties to the floor. He chuckled at the pad I'd made.

I went to turn around.

"No, keep your hands on the counter."

I looked over my shoulder at him as he reached down and got his hands on
my thighs. My feet lifted off the floor and he stepped in between my legs.
I honestly had no clue what he was about to do when he slipped it into my
still-moist pussy. It slid in so easily that I was confused for a moment
and then he started going at it. He went fast a couple times but slowed
down and then his right hand came around me and held me. He pulled me up
off the counter and held me against him.

My feet dangled almost a foot off the floor as he stood there fucking
me. There was something so primal about it...he had his arms wrapped around
me, holding me tight as his cock ran in and out. I felt almost like a toy
for his pleasure and something deep inside me loved it. I was just
starting to feel that magical feeling when he held himself inside me and
pulsed his semen into me.

He held me there for a few more moments and then let me down. As he did
his slimy cock slid out of me and made a trail up my spine.

His semen flowed out of me and wetly smacked on the kitchen floor. I
went to reach for a paper towel to clean myself.

"Grab your wine and come sit down."

He took his glass and the bottle and I did as I was told.

He'd put a bedspread down on the leather sofa and I could tell he didn't
care if I got it dirty so I sat down and immediately started making a wet
spot.

"So did you get off just now or was it just me?"

"Uh...no, I didn't."

"Well, next time then."

He stood up and drained his glass and then gestured at me to do the
same. I did.

"Good girl."

He refilled our glasses and then had me sit next to him while we watched
something on TV. I don't remember what it was. He pulled me close and held me while we were watching something about the Serengeti.

It was around six that he got up and made some dinner. It was some sort
of pasta dish with sausage and it was pretty good and he explained that it
went with the wine, too.

After dinner we watched some more TV and then around nine he took me to bed. I was expecting it would be like before and he'd go to sleep but instead he had me lay on my side and then he cuddled up behind me. It was kind of nice to be wrapped in the arms of a big, warm man and I was looking forward to going to sleep like that when I felt his cock press against me. He started to kiss my neck and massage my breasts and when I went to roll on my back for him he stopped me and had me go face down on the bed.

I didn't know what he was doing as he got on top of me and I felt his cock rub between my butt cheeks. I had a moment where I was really afraid he was going to do something else and then he poked his cock into me just enough. It wasn't very comfortable the way he was poking into me so I raised my hips and then he said, "Ahhh", as he slipped inside me.

I loved feeling him slip deeper into me and I made a 'Mmmm' noise when he was all the way in. I was just getting into it when he whispered, "I'm sorry", and then started pounding at me. It wasn't very long at all and then he drove really deep which made me yelp and then I felt him throbbing.

He rolled off me and said, "Sorry, but I haven't had sex like that in years and it felt so fucking good I couldn't stop myself."

I don't remember what I said but I just went with it and not so long after he was snoozing and not long after that I was asleep, too.

Saturday morning I woke up to the smell of coffee and something baking. I sneeked a peek to see if Rich was still in bed and I saw he was gone. Getting up I went to reach for my robe and instead saw a pair of pajama pants and a cozy tank top. Putting them on I went downstairs to be greeted by Rich. He had on a t-shirt and lounge pants and looked like he'd shaved and showered already.

"Coffee?"

"Yes, please." I sat down at the kitchen table as he put the coffee together.

"Did you sleep well?"

I thought about it for a moment. "Yeah, I did. You let me sleep all night."

"You say that like it's a surprise. You know, I need sleep, too. You wear me out."

He said it with a smirk but for some reason I was sensitive about it.

"I'm not a slut."

"I never said you were," he said, handing me a plate of warm scones, "I was just making a quip is all."

I nibbled on the scone and sipped the coffee. I noticed it was really great coffee.

He was staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"What do you think of sex so far? Do you like it?"

"Isn't that kind of personal?"

"Considering that our personal parts know each other pretty well, no, I don't think it's too personal."

He had a point.

"Okay, I think I'm starting to like it."

"That's it? What about it do you like?"

I blushed a bit, sipped the coffee, and then stared down at my scone. "The good parts."

He chuckled a little. "Okay, fine. I get it. So I need to go work on my boat for a while so you do what you want. Maybe get in a shower because you probably need one right now. And maybe later we'll work on a good part for you. Okay?"

"Yeah." He smiled and got up to go get some pants on.

After breakfast I took his advice and took a shower. I washed my hair and then just enjoyed the warm water coursing over me as I thought about what I was doing. I knew this whole thing was crazy but the certainty that Rich would be with me again turned me on and the idea of having his baby seemed somehow liberating to me. I realized that this was the very first decision I'd made in my life that was 100% my own decision and no one else's.

I dried myself off and got the tank top and the pajama pants back on. Heading back downstairs I looked out the window and saw Rich fussing with the boat and for the first time felt myself attracted to him. He wasn't just a means to an end, he was someone who was loving me and a growing part of me was wanting to be with him and not just until I got pregnant.

It was the afternoon when he stopped working on the boat and came back into the house. He went straight up to the shower to clean up and afterwards we had a light lunch of just a couple sandwiches and bananas. He was talking about the boat and the things he was doing to it and most of that just went over my head because I wasn't all that interested in boats.

"You're bored, aren't you?"

"No." I was trying to be polite.

He gave a little snort and laughed. "Yeah, you are. I think we need to deal with that right now."

He got up to go upstairs. He turned and looked at me. "Come on."

I followed and when we got upstairs he already had his shirt off. He turned to me and kissed me as he pulled off my top and then kissed my breasts while my pajama pants were pulled to the floor. I didn't even see him pull off his shorts before he pushed me back onto the bed. He was sweaty and smelly as he climbed onto me and somehow it was sexy as his cock pushed and prodded at me.

I gasped as he suddenly slipped inside me and his hips crashed into mine. There was nothing gentle about it as he pounded away at me. His hips frantically slammed into mine over and over and then he held me tight, forcing himself deep into me as he let loose inside me.

It had happened so fast that it was shocking.

He rolled off of me and left me there on the bed, breathless and speechless.

I don't remember what happened next but when I came to my senses he was already in the shower. I was a mess and his sweat was all over me so I went to wait in the bathroom.

"Morgan?" he poked his head out of the shower. "Come in here."

I did as I was told and soon we were washing each other and politely chatting. It wasn't too long though before he started to get hard again.

"Stay here." He stepped out of the shower and left me there for a moment with the water running. When he came back he had a small jar and he opened it and put something on his cock. He smoothed it on and as he did it got really hard. It almost looked angry. He reached in and got a bit more.

"Turn around." I didn't move fast enough for him. "C'mon, turn around and hold the towel bar."

I did as he said and jumped as he slid his slippery fingers around my pussy and slipped some of the stuff inside me. It felt cool and slippery. And then it felt warm.

He got close behind me and then pushed inside me and the warmth spread inside me as well. It felt wonderful as he slipped in and out of me so easily! The warmth felt great too and soon I just felt myself go limp in his arms as he held me impaled on his cock. It lasted a long time and I was just starting to feel a little sore when it hit me...ohhhhh!!! It was like waves of joy sweeping over me and then I heard him groaning as if it were from a distance.

When he put me down and let my feet touch the floor of the shower it took a moment for my senses to come back to where I realized I was naked...in a shower...the water was running...and I'd just been fucked.

After that it was all I could manage just to dry off and then collapse on the bed. I fell asleep to feeling Rich cuddle up behind me.

It was no surprise to me when I later woke up to his hardness pressing at me. I lifted a leg and he immediately slipped inside me. He pulled me close and just held me. It was so loving how he was inside me and holding me and I just felt...loved. Rich caressed my neck and kissed it and his hands ran all over me but in a very gentle way. All the while he gently pushed and pulled at me.

There were fireworks for me and he kept it going as long as he could and when I finally came down from the moment he let go. Not long after that I was asleep.

***

Sunday morning started off as I felt myself pulled over onto my back. Rich's warm body covered mine and it was no surprise when he slipped into me and was soon filling me up with his cum.

It was funny how sex so quickly became something to do, like brushing your teeth. After he was done we both took a shower and then he took me home because I needed to get some chores done and he needed to get some business done on Monday morning and would not be free to take me to school.

I still didn't get pregnant and this time it was almost three months before my parents would be gone again and I'd be free to be with Rich. In the meantime we chatted online and met for coffee this one time.

The last day of school came along and Rich picked me up on that Friday. Just like before he picked me up away from the school and away from any surveillance cameras that might see us. Unlike before he didn't head towards Oak Grove. Instead he went north and then got on I-84 heading east along the Columbia River. I asked him where we were going and he said it was a surprise. We crossed the river into Washington and then I had no idea where we were. It was about two hours and then he pulled off of the road, opened a gate and then closed it behind us and drove up a one lane dirt road for about a quarter mile.

We pulled into the yard of a modest house with a decent barn and he drove the Range Rover into the barn.

"Welcome home! What do you think?"

I looked around and the setting was really nice. There was a small pond you could see from the house, the hosue itself was kind of old looking but really nice, and everything looked fresh. I told him it was nice and then he broke it to me that it was his new home. He'd sold the old place and moved here and was going to work from home from now on.

He took me inside and the place was old fashioned but still really nice and you could see he'd put a lot of effort into making it a nice home. He told me to go upstairs and to change and he was going to get some dinner going.

The upstairs was just as nice and comfy and I found the master bedroom with a simple sundress on it and got the hint. Soon it was the only thing I had on and I went downstairs to see Rich.

"You look amazing." was the first thing he said. We chatted while he cooked and I noticed he kept looking at me and checking me out and I liked that. Dinner was nice, it was like a fettucine with shrimp and he said the pasta was actually some kind of German thing. It was pretty tasty and when we finished he took me upstairs and I pulled off my dress and got on the bed while he stripped.

"I've really missed you!" he said as he slipped himself inside me. It surprised me how easy he entered me and I realized just how badly I was wanting him. He wasn't too fast and wasn't too slow and it didn't take long before I felt an orgasm coming on. He could tell and he started taking deeper and harder thrusts until I went off. In the middle of my own pleasure I heard him grab a breath and then he held himself deep inside me as he filled me.

Afterwards he held himself inside me and would push himself in every few moments. He kissed me and then said, "How would you like to raise a family here?"

"What, you mean like after I get done with school and all that?"

He pushed into me and I felt him start to firm up. "No, I mean that I won't take you home and instead you'll stay here with me and we'll have a bunch of kids together. No more school, no more rules, no more of your parents leaving you home. You'll be with me all the time."

"I don't know."

He was hard again and he started pounding away at me as I considered what he was saying. I wasn't into it this time because I was suddenly wondering if he'd let me go if I wanted to leave.

"You don't have to make up your mind right now. Just think about it."

I was thinking about when he collapsed on me and pumped more of his cum into me.

He didn't bring it up again all weekend. We just ate, chatted, and fucked. It was warm and I never bothered to get dressed again and neither did he. The place was so private that we even sat naked out on the porch that Saturday evening.

On Sunday I showered, got myself dressed and got ready to go home.

"Stay." he said.

"I can't. I have to get home or I'll be in so much trouble I'll never see you again."

He leaned in and kissed me and then slowly undressed me. I couldn't help myself and I went along with him and soon he had me in the bed, on my back, with him deep inside me again.

When we were done he got up and picked up my clothes. Walking over to the laundry chute he opened it and tossed them down to the laundry room. The decision had been made in that moment and he made it for me.

I never brought it up again about going home and it was maybe a week later we were watching the news and they mentioned I was a suspected runaway and they asked people to look out for me. That was nice. But the next day there was a bombing in Europe and a bunch of people died and then I was forgotten.

Through the month of July the two of us became a couple and not just lovers. My domestic side came out as I kept house and made meals and Rich worked from his office. In between we worked on having a baby and by the end of August we confirmed that I was pregnant.

Rich took great care of me through the pregnancy and made it clear that we were on our own with prenatal care for obvious reasons.

We shared the holidays together as a family and he started calling me his wife and I started calling him my husband. It wasn't legal, but it made things feel better.

Seasons came and went and then on Memorial Day I went into labor and our son Joshua was born.

On July Fourth I was on the bed feeding the baby when Rich snuggled up behind me and we started working on our second baby.

I don't know what I'll do when I turn eighteen but eventually we'll have to deal with things. In the meantime I figure we'll be a family and that's the best part.