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 Baby Crazy

   By Christie csw1980uk@yahoo.co.uk (C) 2017

   ****************************** Author's Note: Not my usual kind of story
with a lot of dialogue.  It's meant to be the descrptive diary entry of
someone in her late teens or early twenties.  It's inspired by several
things; a story that a friend wrote, a (true?) story that a fan shared with
me over the course of correspondence, and a few first hand observations
from life.  Hope that helps with the context!

   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 would 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 it's 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 my, 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 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.  We 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 but 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.  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 kissed me on the tip
of my nose.

   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 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 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.

   He stopped and looked in my eyes as I felt him push the rest of the way
into me.  There was no pain because there was no hymen because that had
gone away a few months before when I'd played with one of my mother's toys.


   I felt full.  The fight was over and I also stopped begging for him to
stop.  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 deeper into me
until his body was snug up against mine.  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 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
slammed into mine and the full feeling was replaced with a buiding soreness
that was just starting to morph into pain as 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!

   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?

   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.  Sitting down on the toilet I
was amazed at the stream of white fluid that flowed out of me.  It took a
good five minutes before there wasn't any more of it flowing out of me.

   I sat there and felt sore.  My insides felt like they'd been beaten from
the inside out...and they had.

   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?"

   It wasn't.  I told him I'd been scared and had changed my mind but then
he'd done it anyway and there was no point in fighting it.  I told him I
was sore and he asked if I still wanted to have a baby...and I said yes.  I
figured that if this time took then I'd be a mom.

   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.

   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 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 need to get dressed and go home."

   He sat up.  "I put your stuff away.  Like I told you, Morgan, I said I
won't stop until you get pregnant and that means you're staying with me
tonight and I'll take you to school in the morning."

   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 the pleasure rising again 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!

   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.

   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.

   Afterwards it was back to the couch and we cuddled and were just getting
cozy again when my phone rang.  The calls were being forwarded from my
house to the phone again so I had to take the call.

   "Hello?"

   An automated voice came on the line and said, "This is a collect call
from an inmate at the King County Correctional Facility.  You will be
charged fifty dollars if you accept the call.  Press one to accept and
press nine to refuse.  A brief message from the inmate will follow."

   The message played:

   "Morgan, it's your mom, accept the call."

   I pressed one.

   I was also suddenly very embarrassed to be naked and on the phone with
my mom, as if she could see me.

   "Morgan, listen to me.  Your dad and I are in jail.  We might be here a
while.  Now go to our closet and get your black duffel bag from our closet
and pack some things and go to your Aunt Janice's house."

   Black duffel bag?  Huh?

   "Mom, what black duffel bag?  And Aunt Janice's?  Ugh, really?"

   "Morgan, do as I say and get the bag and go, you have to hurry before
anyone shows up at the house to take you away!  Morgan, do you hear me? 
Please...  *click*"

   The line was cut off.

   I told Rich about the call and how I didn't want to go to Aunt Janice's.
She wasn't even a real aunt, she was just some sort of friend to me parents
and her house always smelled bad.

   Rich listened and then had me get dressed while he got dressed.  Forty
minutes later we were at my house and he came in with me.  We went to my
parent's room together and he pulled the black duffel bag out from their
closet just like my mom had said.  Putting the heavy bag on their bed he
unzipped it and whistled.

   "Morgan, do you know what this is?"

   I looked and saw a bunch of packages and more money than I'd ever seen
in one place!  Where did my parents get it?

   I saw Rich thinking and then he told me to go get a backpack.  I got my
old school backpack and gave it to Rich.  He told me to go to my room and
pack up everything I'd need for a very long trip and then he told me to
grab anything important to me and take it with me.  I was starting to cry
and he hugged me and told me to get it together.

   I was in my room getting some clothes when he came back with my backpack
and some pillow cases.  We stuffed a bunch of my things in the pillow cases
and then he had me write a note:

   "Mom and Dad, I didn't want to go to Aunt Janice's so I am going to stay
with some friends.  I'll be okay and will call you when I know you're safe.
Love, Morgan"

   He had me leave the note on my parent's bed right next to the black
duffel bag and then we left.  We just made it to the stop sign on my street
when we saw a bunch of police cars pull up at my house and what looked like
a SWAT team ran up the driveway.  The last I saw of my house was a bunch of
SWAT police at the front door.

   Rich drove north to a truck stop right off the I-84 and drove in among
the big trucks and parked.  He put on a pair of gloves and then looked at
me in the back seat.

   "Morgan, turn on your phone and give it to me.  Now."

   I did as he asked and watched as he got out and stuck the phone into a
utility box on the side of this one truck.  Then he got back in the car and
we headed back to his house.

   Along the way I asked him what was going on.

   "Morgan, there was a bunch of money and drugs in that bag.  I think it
was cocaine from the look of it.  It must have been fifty kilos of the
shit! I'd guess it was worth maybe half a million bucks!  Did you know your
parents were involved in drugs?"

   I shook my head and said, "No, I knew they had some business thing in
Seattle but that's all."

   He nodded.  "Okay.  So I grabbed the cash and we'll put it aside for you
but there was no way I was taking the drugs."

   It made sense at the time.  A few years later he confessed to me that
the whole situation had been a blessing to him.  He'd been wanting to keep
me to himself but my parents were my parents and there were some lines he
wasn't going to cross.  But then when the whole mess went down he saw an
opportunity and he seized it.  He took the cash and he was serious that he
would put it away for me, but he left the drugs where the cops would find
them and then had me leave the note so the cops knew I left willingly.  He
knew that with drugs involved the cops would never bother to look for me
figuring I was just as bad as my parents were.  Turned out he was right. 
In the end my father got thirty years and my mom got twenty-five.  Rich now
had me free and clear and I had nowhere else to go.

   We got back to the house that night and I was emotionally exhausted and
crying.  My world had just been turned upside down and I had no idea what
was next.  We sat up for a while and he had me take a sleeping pill so I'd
relax and get some sleep.

   Saturday had me waking up late in the morning and when I came downstairs
there was a pile of cash on the kitchen counter and Rich had a cup of
coffee ready for me.  He handed it to me and then spoke.

   "Morgan, you've got $220,000 in cash here and I wanted you to see it
before I put it in my safe for you.  It's all yours and I'll never touch it
without your permission, I promise."

   It was amazing to look at it all and after I was done I helped him carry
it all to his safe.  I had no idea that money was so heavy!

   Breakfast came afterwards and then Rich had me go back to his bedroom.
We put my clothes away and as we did I realized that I had a place to live
and I also realized that he was expecting me to stay in his room with him.
It's not like I was going to argue.

   He left me alone for the rest of the weekend and then left me at home on
Monday when he went to work.  It was weird to be skipping school but it
felt nice to be free from the pressure of grades and all the other kids
constantly judging everyone and having to keep up with appearances.

   Rich had told me to stay inside and to stay off the computer but I was
free to mess around in the house and to watch TV so I had a lazy morning.
Around noon I got up to get something to eat and noticed that the kitchen
was a mess.  That got me started on cleaning.  It felt good to have
something meaningful to do so I did dishes, cleaned the pots and pans,
swept up the floor, took out the garbage, and then went upstairs.

   The bed linens needed to be washed and there was a pile of stuff in the
laundry room so I went to work.

   By the time Rich was getting off of work I had everything folded and put
away and I had the fresh sheets on the bed.

   I hadn't thought about dinner but Rich took care of that and when he got
home he had a nice Chinese dinner for us.

   We turned on the news and watched while we had dinner.  It wasn't
exactly a surprise when my parents' pictures were shown and the reporter
mentioned how this was one of the largest drug busts in Portland history.
They spent almost five minutes on the story and never mentioned my name
even once.

   Rich could see the whole thing hurt.  He didn't have to but he told me
that he loved me.  I kissed him and finished my dinner.

   The rest of the week had us settle into a routine and it was almost as
if he was more my father at this point than he was my lover.

   On Saturday morning we got up together and neither of us bothered to get
dressed right away.  I was in my pajamas and he was in his boxers with a
t-shirt.  I made pancakes for breakfast and then we sat down to watch
something about Yellowstone park.

   They were talking about some geyser when Rich got up for a bit and came
back with a big blanket.

   "Get up for a minute."

   I did what he asked as he put the blanket over the couch.  Then he came
up to me and kissed me as he undid my top and pushed it off my shoulders.
His t-shirt and then his boxers came off next.  He sat down on the couch
staring at me for a second and then reached out and pulled my pj bottoms
down.  I stepped out of them and was trying to figure out what he wanted
next.

   He took my hands and guided me to where I straddled him on the couch.  I
felt him firming up between us and I expected him to get started but then
he just held me and caressed my back.  It was wonderful and I melted from
the feeling.  It only got better when he wrapped the blanket around me and
held me close.  We just sat that way for quite a while.  The show on
Yellowstone ended and another program about the Serengeti was halfway done
when Rich took me by the waist and lifted me up.

   It took me a moment to figure out what he wanted and then I felt his
cock rub between my legs.  He pushed and prodded at me and then I moved to
open myself.  He poked into me just a little and then started pushing as my
moisture started to come up.  I gasped as he finally got himself into me
and then pushed all the way into me in just a few strokes.

   And then he wrapped me up with the blanket again and just held me.  I
never imagined that sex could be like this...it was this warm, intimate,
and so amazingly close emotional feeling.  His arms were wrapped around me,
his cock was inside me, and I had my face nestled into his neck.

   The show on the Serengeti kept going on and every now and again I'd feel
Rich move inside me.  Just a little.

   Finally I had that feeling starting up and couldn't help but to move
against him.  I didn't move very much before the joy of a warm, calm orgasm
swept over me.  I settled against him and enjoyed a feeling of contentment
and satisfaction.  He'd been almost perfectly still all this time and he
gave me the time to relish what had just happened before he started to move
inside me.

   I was surprised by feeling another orgasm starting up and I moved to
help it along all while Rich was steadlily plumbing my insides.  We went on
trying to be gentle but holding back that something that demanded
satisfaction.

   My joy rose and I heard myself moaning.  The pleasure was just coming to
a peak when Rich started plunging in and out of me, his hips rising to meet
mine.

   "Ah, ahhhhhhh, um....unghhhhhhh!"

   His hands went to my shoulders and impaled me on his cock as we both
cried out.  I felt him swell inside me and then spew his semen with that
familiar throbbing.  I remember at the time feeling safe and knowing that
he was always going to be there for me and that made the whole experience
all the more intense.

   He didn't care about the blanket as we stayed coupled.  Instead he held
me close and remained inside me, softening, but still with his length
inside my body.

   The Serengeti program ended just as I felt him firming up inside me.  It
was yet another epiphany as he didn't thrust at me yet I felt him swell and
lengthen inside me as if he were pushing.

   His gentleness disappered as his thrusting took on a very serious tempo.
I sat back and looked him in the eye and he looked at my breasts and fucked
me harder.  I felt my boobs moving around with his exterions and it seemed
that the more they moved the harder he fucked me and then he grabbed me
again and held me by the shoulders as he poured into me.

   * * *

   After that morning there was no doubt that I was his woman.  We stayed
naked all the rest of the day and he took me twice more before we went to
bed.  During the night I woke to him holding me face down on the bed as he
entered me and took me from behind.

   Sunday morning he took me to the shower and after he washed himself he
had me put his cock in my mouth for the first time.  I could easily tell he
enjoyed it but when it was time for him to finish he picked up and quickly
fucked me before suddenly emptying himself into me.

   My only time off was when he went to work and when he'd come home we'd
have dinner and then fuck.  I got used to my feet being in the air and I
got used to him making me cum before he'd fill me.

   Later that month my period came again and it was no sooner done than he
was back in me all the time.  The following month my period ended up being
nine months late.

   Rich was ecstatic and so proud that he was going to have another baby!
Myself, I had wanted this and ended up wanting Rich and was now facing the
reality that I would be a fifteen year old mother.  It made me grow up as
the months went by and the seriousness of my decision truly set in.

   As the pregnancy progressed Rich was an attentive mate and he took
wonderful care of me all while being sure to enjoy my changing and swelling
body.

   He suckled at me when my milk started to express.  I loved it.

   And then one night I was up to the bathroom feeling a little constipated
when my water broke.

   We couldn't chance getting caught at a hospital so the baby was born at
home.  I sweated, I screamed, my insides were yanked around, and then my
pussy yawned open and made way for my daughter.  I finally had the baby
that I'd set out to have and as I looked in her eyes and put her to my
breast for the first time I knew I had made a wonderful decision!

   Two months later I lay naked with her, suckling my baby as Rich cuddled
up behind me, caressing the both of us as he started to work on my next
baby.
   ~~~~ The End ~~~