Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  When Aiden comes into her room and tells her the truth about what she's been taking, that she is now almost certainly the most fertile woman on the planet, and that the side-effects were all completely planned for his benefit, she can hardly believe what he's saying. Even more unbelievable is what her body is telling her, that it would be the greatest thing in the world for Aiden to take her hard and without protection right there before she explodes with lust!

  Doctor Mayer is almost too big and he's going to make sure this first time really counts!

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  Pseudo-Incest, Breeding, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Rough Sex, Science Fiction, Virgin

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  I had no idea what I was supposed to write in the journal, my mind felt all clogged up with frustration, jealousy and something I didn’t even know the name of. Maybe that was relevant, but I was supposed to go into details and I couldn’t write everything down, not knowing that Aiden, my step-father, or Doctor Mayer as his colleagues reverently referred to him, was going to be the one reading it.

  Aiden was a big shot in the pharmaceutical industry, he had made his company countless billions of dollars. The article in Time had said that he was a wizard in chemistry and that, in his field, if he didn’t know about it, then it wasn’t worth knowing.

  My mom had met him about ten years ago after my own father, a pastor, ran off to Vegas with one of his congregation. My mom was lost for a while, but meeting Aiden changed both of our lives.

  Overnight we went from not making ends meet, to living in a house with more spare rooms than you could think of uses for. I couldn’t begin to describe the feeling of having no man in my life to having somebody like him pay attention to me.

  He was so much better than my real dad. I still remembered the fire and brimstone tirades around the dinner table on one hand, and compared it against things like Aiden helping me with my homework and, once, sending me to school with a note about why my assignment had, in fact, been done correctly and my chemistry teacher was wrong.

  Despite the disappointment of what happened with my biological father, my mom always raised me to be a good respectable girl. I never had any intentions of losing my virginity to anybody except the man I was going to marry, for example.

  I had thought that person was going to be Martin, my boyfriend of over four years. He had the same intentions I did, and it always seemed like a match made in heaven. Even my mom approved.

  That all changed this summer though. We’d both just graduated high school and would be on our way to college together and Aiden had given me the greatest job ever in a drug trial for his company.

  All I had to do was take a pill every morning, give blood twice a day and keep a journal. For just that, I was getting paid more than fast food would in an entire year. Thanks to this job I was going to be able to buy my very own car without needing to beg my parents for a hand out, and I thought with all the free time that Martin and I would become closer than ever.

  Then things started taking a turn for the unusual. One morning I woke up and my mind was like boysboysboysboysboysboysboys. I couldn’t stop thinking all about them, from memories of how my male teachers and classmates used to smile at me to just the basic shape of them, all hard and muscular.

  Suddenly, they were fascinating in a way they never had been before, even my boyfriend. I went to his house and, since his parents trusted us, I managed to get us into his room unsupervised.

  Once there, I kissed him more passionately than I ever had before, things were getting all hot and heavy… and then he told me to stop. That’s the first time I felt the frustration.

  I had a hot flush all over my body and my panties were definitely wet. Something told me that sex would solve my problem, give me a release unlike anything I’d ever dared dream of before, but Martin just would not do it. Furthermore, he said he must have been mistaken about the kind of girl I was, and he broke up with me!

  Well, I stormed out with this idea in my head that I would show him a thing or two about a thing or two. I bet myself that I could get any man in this town, so I went looking for it. That would be payback.

  The first man I stumbled across was my former principal. You’d be surprised how quickly he went from wishing me all the best in my future studies to shoving his tongue down my throat and tearing my panties off in the back of his car.

  I had never felt more excited in my life, never felt more sure that something wonderful was about to happen. It was euphoria, it was almost a spiritual experience.

  Then Mr. Packmore pulled out a condom. I had never seen a condom out of its packet before, not up close outside of sex-ed anyway, but something about it absolutely repulsed me. I wasn’t allergic or anything, didn’t dislike the feel of rubber in normal day-to-day life, but I just hated the idea of that thing getting between him and me. Hated it.

  He wouldn’t fuck me without it though. There was nothing I could say or do to convince him otherwise. I promised he could pull out and put his stuff on my face like I’d heard boys like to do, that you couldn’t get pregnant the first time anyway (a long shot) and I lied about always wanting him to be my first.

  My God, the sounds I made, the favours I promised, the poses I struck. I finally left the car utterly unsatisfied, and so wet that my natural lubricants were flowing freely down my legs.

  I ran home and masturbated for the first time, thankful I didn’t run into the postman on the way, and that relieved some of the pressure, but by the next morning it had built up to a fever pitch again. That began almost a solid week of throwing myself at just about every man I could find, and not a single frickin’ one of them would agree to cum inside me.

  I always made sure to get out of the house as quickly as I could each morning during this ordeal. Every time Aiden took my blood, or I saw him around the house, or anything, I started having thoughts that downright scared me.

  He was sexy as fuck, I’d always had a harmless little crush on him, but in my current state, I didn’t trust myself to not ruin my mother’s marriage and the best thing that had ever happened to us. I couldn’t try to seduce Aiden, I just couldn’t.

  Things went from bad to worse when, after my week from hell, I learned that my mom was pregnant. I was envy personified and I stormed up to my room in a fit of jealousy.

  I was ashamed of how I reacted, I should have been happy for her. I knew she’d always dreamed of having another baby after me, but with my dad leaving and then some kind of medical problem, it had simply never happened. One time she’d told me that she had basically given up on her dream.

  So why, when she broke the news, could I only think that it should have been me getting pregnant? I couldn’t believe how bad I wanted to feel that new life growing in me. I tried to turn on the TV to distract myself, but every guy I saw I wanted to fuck and every pregnant woman I saw made me want to cry and scream in jealousy.

  I turned it off and realised I was shaking and the now-familiar hot flush was back. Pulsing waves of heat flashed all over my body, as I looked around fervently, perhaps hoping for the man of my dreams to materialise out of nowhere and bareback me hard until he filled me with his creamy load. At the very least I hoped to spot something to use as a dildo. I was so wet and I desperately needed to feel something sliding inside me, making good use of my juices. Mmmmm, sliding inside, oh God that would feel good…

  That’s when Aiden knocked on my door and came in before I could figure out what to say to send him away. He took one look at me and got this look on his face that I’d never seen before. It said without words, ‘checkmate’ but I had no idea what he was really thinking.

  “Uh… I-it’s not a good time right now, Daddy. Really not a good time.”

  “I know, princess, trust me, but I think I can get to the bottom of this. I know that little outburst with your mother earlier wasn’t really
you talking. I also know you haven’t been entirely honest in your journal.”

  “W-what does that have to do with…” I started.

  Aiden pulled up a chair next to me as I sat on the edge of my bed. He was so close. I stared down at my bare knee and saw it was almost touching his and I had to concentrate hard not to spread my legs in front of him. It felt like my knees were magnets with the same charge, repelling each other, and it was in my legs that my shakes were the most pronounced as I waged this internal battle.

  “See, I haven’t been entirely honest with you, Lisa. This trial drug you’ve been taking isn’t an anti-inflammatory.”

  “It… what… I really can’t talk right now, Daddy. Can’t it wait? Can’t it please wait?”

  My mind was becoming absolutely dominated by images of Aiden’s muscular body as he used me for what I was increasingly positive it was put on this Earth for, to take his seed, to make his babies, and it both scared and aroused me to incredible levels. There was no way I should be having these thoughts.

  If I could just get him to leave for long enough for me to masturbate, to get myself off and clear my head, I would be OK for another few hours, maybe until the morning. But having him right there, so close to the perfect spot for fucking, I was so close to blurting out something about how I wanted him to be my first, or promising that my pussy was the tightest in town.

  They wouldn’t even necessarily be lies. In that moment I did want him to be my first and, for him, I would squeeze that cock with my virgin tunnel, give him all the pleasure he could handle, if he would just let me milk him for his sperm, fill me up and… I gulped.

  “No, it can’t,” said Aiden. “The pill, Procrealac, is actually a fertility drug. It’s the most revolutionary product I’ve ever made, in my humble opinion.”

  “Fertility…” I said quietly, looking away from his ruggedly handsome face.

  “That’s right.” He put his hand on my knee and I jumped so high I was surprised I didn’t bump my head on the ceiling. “Look at me, Lisa.”

  I couldn’t look straight at him. I had to look at that hand on my bare skin first to see if I could figure out why it felt so good where he touched me. It was as if he was made of magic sex vibrations and if he touched me too long, I would cum right in front of him.

  I finally managed to look up at his face and I was almost lost in lust for my own step-father. How could I have ever thought it was a harmless little crush? He was perfect, everything a man should be, and I wanted him. Some lustful creature in my brain was rattling the cage and screaming wantwantwantwant. I could hardly make out his words over that internal chant when he continued.

  “Right now, Lisa, I’m confident that you are the most fertile woman in the world. How do you feel about that?”

  How could I even begin to explain? The idea made me want to explode with the sin of pride, to punch the air in triumph, to write a sonnet about myself. Imagine that! Me! Nobody else was more fertile, in the whole world? If I could have, I would have purred.

  “I… I don’t… I just…”

  “Shhhh, pumpkin, don’t worry.”

  Aiden’s hand slid the tiniest bit higher on my leg, and the very tips of his fingers disappeared under my skirt before he stopped. It was high enough that it was beyond the land of odd and it had crossed in to the realm of the inappropriate.

  I should have been pushing his hand away, telling Mom, moving out of the house, yelling in indignation. I did nothing but dip my eyes down to look at it, still shaking with the desperate need for release and still equally desperate not to ruin everything for my mom and I.

  If I thought it felt good when he simply touched me, well, it was nothing compared to when he rubbed me. The second or so that his hand was in motion was like heaven on Earth. I wanted him to keep doing it, I wanted him to leave, I wanted him to fuck his little girl as hard as any man ever fucked a slut, I wanted to run… my mind was in turmoil.

  “It has a few convenient side-effects, some of which you’re feeling right now and I suspect have been for a week or so,” he said.

  “W-what…”

  “Namely,” Aiden leaned in so close that I licked my lips in preparation for the most forbidden kiss I could imagine, but he simply whispered in my ear. “You. Need. Cock.”

  He’d never used such language around me before, certainly never at me. It was so difficult to think, but was he saying that he’d intended for me to feel like this?

  “Daddy! W-why?”

  Aiden’s hand moved even higher, until the hem of my skirt was at his wrist and the tips of his fingers were perilously close to the crotch of my soaking wet panties. It wasn’t fair, I was so hot for him that I would have forgiven anything at that point, if only he would just keep touching me more and more.

  “Because I deserve the best in life, and so does your mother. She wanted a baby, so did I, so I figured out how to give her one. Then I thought, hell, I want to fuck you to within an inch of your life and get you pregnant too. And I want you to beg for it, so I figured that out too. As for you? You get to bring up a new baby at the same time as your mother.”

  Suddenly the idea of college didn’t sound so important. All I could imagine was how awesome it would be to share that experience with my mother, right down to getting pregnant by the same man! We could go to our ultrasounds together, do pregnancy yoga, everything! I could always go to college afterwards.

  My step-father’s hand moved even higher and I felt his fingertips brush against my panties. Even with the covering, I shuddered in pleasure at his touch. My clit was on a hair trigger and Aiden was playing with fire.

  “I see you want it, Lisa. I see you want to be Daddy’s little slut, don’t you?”

  I hesitated for a moment, because I knew this was wrong, but it was impossible to argue with how I felt. I wasn’t supposed to let my own mother’s husband touch me there, but I was already seeing flashes of pastel colours because of how good it felt. I nodded.

  “Tell me, Lisa, I want to hear it.”

  “I… I… please, Daddy, don’t make me say it.”

  Aiden didn’t respond, but I felt his hand start to pull back a bit. I grabbed his wrist in desperation and pulled his fingers against my panty-clad sex again, shocked at the level of panic I felt at the merest hint that he might not fuck me.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’ll be good! I… um… I want to be your little slut. OK? Please tell me I’m a good girl!”

  In all my eighteen years I’d never been so frantic for a man’s approval as I was for Aiden’s. I’d always had that little crush or self-deceiving lust for him, but never felt like doing exactly what he wanted was essential for my happiness. I was sorry for asking permission to not follow his instructions, if only he’d give me another chance.

  “I know how you can be a good girl,” he said.

  “How?”

  “Suck Daddy’s cock.” His fingers moved between my legs again, sliding my impossibly wet panties against my pussy.

  “Mmmph!” I groaned and panted. “I… I’m sorry, I don’t know how.”

  Somehow, despite what he’d been saying, despite where his hand was, I managed to find the humility to blush at that admission. My boyfriend certainly hadn’t ever asked for it and my principal had been too busy trying to get a condom on so he could fuck me, I was completely inexperienced.

  “You’ll learn quick, I bet you’re a natural born cocksucker.”

  Aiden was still so close, talking barely above a whisper right in my ear. He nuzzled against me as he spoke and those magic vibrations made me shiver deliciously, especially with what he said next.

  “Suck my cock, Lisa, and I’ll fuck you harder than you’ve ever dreamed, and I’ll cum inside you. I promise, I’ll cum inside you and you’ll get pregnant.”

  The idea was scary but, as Aiden stood up straight again, I was smiling from ear to ear. I’d never been told anything so wonderful, so… romantic in my entire life. The perfect man had just promised to take my virg
inity and get me pregnant in one fell swoop and I couldn’t have been happier.

  “Take it out,” he commanded.

  I reached to his zip and tugged it downwards, sitting on the edge of my bed with excitement, peering inside and feeling those butterflies in my stomach anticipating my first sight of his cock. All I could see was the dark material of his boxers, so I slid my hand inside that warm gap and there it was, I could feel it through his underwear.

  Even though it was still only semi-hard, I could tell it was already thicker than my principal’s and I felt my jaw dropping in fascination as I undid the button and worked my fingers inside his boxers to really feel it. I slowly pulled the meaning of life out of my step-father’s pants and in that moment I knew what I was born to do.

  “No hands now, Lisa, put them behind your back.”

  I looked up at him in confusion, but did as he said, grasping my own wrist just over my ass before leaning forward and angling my mouth upwards to take his hardening dick inside. As soon as it touched my tongue I was in love with the flavour of it, the feel of it. Truly, it was the essence of masculinity and power and I wanted to worship it.

  My cheeks sucked in as I drew Aiden’s glorious cock deeper inside my mouth. I felt it sliding against the inside of my cheeks and I rubbed my tongue along the underside, trying to map out and memorise every detail.

  The rate of hardening quickly accelerated inside my mouth and I had to stop myself from reaching up and grasping the shaft when it was pushing so hard upwards. The last thing I wanted to do was disobey my step-father.

  Instead, I pursed my lips a bit more and swirled my tongue all around the head, making sure it was as wet and slippery as possible on all sides and slid easily with every movement either of us made. It wasn’t long before Aiden’s cock was hard as granite inside my mouth and I looked up at him for instruction.