by Wendy Pound
Copyright 2016 Betty King
All Rights Reserved.
Table of Contents
Bareback Pregnancy
Way Too Tight
Way Too Big
Way Too Stretched
Stuffed Hard
Fertile Princess
Take Me Hard
Barebacked Hard
Way Too Wet
All Filled Up
Way Too Hard
Bareback Surprise
Seeding the Princess
Fill My Hole
Completely Stretched
Filled to the Max
His Sticky Seed
Stretched to the Limit
His Innocent Princess
Hungry for his Seed
Take Me
Hungry for Her
Cream Inside Me
Dripping Wet
His Untouched Princess
Desperate for His Seed
Craving His Cream
Hard as a Rock
Desperate for His Cream
Tight and Fertile
A Baby for Him
Too Big for Her
Finish Inside Me
Surrender to His Seed
Don't Pull Out!
Stretched Out
Seeded
Forbidden Baby
Unload Inside Me
Sneak into the Shower
Pregnant on My Wedding Night
Stretched to Fit Him
Filling Her up
Stretch Me
Tear Me Up
Stretched All the Way
Stuffed to the Max
Way Too Deep
Seeded Deep Inside
Pounded & Punished
Having His Baby
Stretched Beyond the Limit
Rip Me Apart
His Untouched Brat
Too Tight
Bareback Pregnancy
My stepdad was the best ever. When I was little, we used to play Superman where he would swing me around the living room. I soared above the couch and chairs, looking down at all the people in the city. My mom would always yell from the kitchen, “Put her down, you're going to drop her.”
stepdad never listened. He raised me higher and higher until I could almost touch the ceiling with my finger tips. I only wish that those memories weren't tarnished with cheating and divorce.
In high school, my parents argued more and more. It became so bad that I had to stay at a friend's house some nights. When I found out my mother cheated on my father, I was utterly devastated. How could she do that to him?
The divorce followed soon after and the custody battle was brutal. In the end, my mother won because she was considered the “fit” parent. I was to stay with her and my father moved far away. I only had a couple more years of high school left before going to college so it didn't matter that much. Though, I still didn't like the idea of what my mom did.
What made made matters worse was that the man my mother slept with became my step father. It all happened so quick that I barely had time to react. I wanted to sink six feet into the ground and close the coffin lid.
Christopher was his name and he was the opposite of the man who raised me. He was big, strong, and always angry. I couldn't even speak to him without him yelling at me. I tried to talk to my mom and tell her that Christopher was bad news but she wouldn't listen.
They were married only a couple months after the divorce.
–
“Amber!” my mother called from downstairs. “It's dinner time!”
I sat on my bed, doing homework, trying to avoid another “fun meal time” with the parents. All they did was question and judge me. It was like they wanted me to know my whole life plan ahead of time. The problem was I didn't have a clue as to what I wanted to do. I hadn't picked a college yet nor decided on what I wanted to major in. Big life choices scared the hell out of me. What If you made the wrong decision?
I reluctantly walked downstairs, only out of extreme starvation. I hadn't eaten anything since lunch and the smell of steak and potatoes drifted all the way up to my room. The goal was to eat quick and get out of there before the interrogation started.
“Come sit down, honey,” my mom said, pulling out a chair for me at the dinner table. Christopher was already in the middle of stuffing his face with meat. It was so polite of him to wait for the whole family before starting.
“How's school going?” he asked, chewing on red potatoes.
I stabbed a piece of bloody steak, imagining it was Christopher's head. “It's going pretty good,” I replied.
“You better make sure you get straight A's this semester,” my mom said. “You want your best chance of getting into the right college.”
The conversation was already going places I didn't want it to go.
“I'm trying, Mom. I'm doing a lot of studying but you can't get mad if I'm not perfect.”
Christopher butted in. “You aren't trying hard enough. I hear you in your bedroom talking to boys all night. If you don't get an A on that science test tomorrow, I'm going to have to punish you.”
I gave him a sneer and set my fork down. He'd only been my step-father for a short time and he was already acting like he was responsible for raising me. “I'm not going to let you guys continue to badger me.” I stood up and left the kitchen. I ignored their yells for me to come back and strolled back up to my room.
I lay on my bed, my heart thudding in my chest. I hated the feeling of being angry. It felt so wrong.
But I couldn't help it. My parents were crazy.
They wanted me to get good grades and I was going to do the exact opposite. To hell with the consequences. They needed to learn a lesson.
–
The next day, I took my science test and totally flunked it. I purposefully chose the wrong answers and I wrote rubbish for the short answer questions.
“Amber, can I see you after class?” Mr. Simmons asked when he returned my paper with a large F circled in red. My classmates let out a collective “Ooooo” because I'd never been in any sort of trouble before.
“What's up Mr. S?” I asked, walking up to him after the other students left.
“What happened on the test?” he asked, taking his reading glasses off.
“Nothing happened,” I replied. “I just didn't know the answers.”
“Amber, you've aced every test I've given you this semester.” Mr. Simmons grabbed the paper from my hand. “This test looks like you didn't even try. If there's something going on here or at home, you can talk to me.”
“Don't worry Mr. S, I'll do better next time.” I snatched my test back and walked out of the class room, whistling. This was a one time thing. I wasn't going to wreck my future over a stupid squabble with my parents. This was just a warning.
I got home and could barely contain my excitement. I hid the test under my pillow until my stepdad came home. I wanted to reveal it to them during dinner. I imagined my parents' face melting into a pool of ooze, mixing with dinner into a disgusting soup. The thought of me failing at something would snap them out of their dreams of me becoming president.
When Christopher pulled into the garage, I gleefully grabbed my test and brought it downstairs. I had rehearsed all afternoon and knew exactly what I wanted to say. My mom was in the kitchen plopping some pasta onto a plate and covering it with meat sauce.
Christopher came through the door, carrying his briefcase and looking like he had a long day. It was going to get a lot worse.
“Hi, honey,” my mom said, setting the plates of food at the dinner table. “How was your day?”
“Oh, just the normal
stuff,” I said.
“Well, let's see your test,” Christopher said, dropping his briefcase to the ground.
“I got it right here.” I revealed my hand from behind my back and placed the test in my mom's hand.
Christopher leaned in close to my mom to get a view of the grade. Their eyes went wide as their jaws dropped to the floor. “What the fuck is this?” Christopher yelled, pulling the test from my mom's grip, almost tearing it in two.
“It's my science test,” I said politely. I sat down at the dinner table and wrapped some spaghetti around my fork.
My parents were in shock, standing around the kitchen island. “What the hell happened?” my mom asked. “This has got to be a joke.”
“No joke, mom. That's a real F there.” I chomped down on the pasta, savoring the flavor of the sauce.
My parents looked at each other, not knowing how to react. Everything I did was throwing them off. “Well we can't let you get away with this. You're supposed to be getting A's, not failing. This is unacceptable and you'll have to be punished.” She looked over at Christopher, wondering what the punishment should be. I'd never been in any real trouble before so this was brand new to my mom.
Christopher threw the test paper into the trash can. “You're grounded, young lady. Go up to your room with no dinner.”
I quickly ate up as much as I could before my mom came around and stole the plate from under me. I sucked up the last remaining strands of spaghetti hanging from my lips and stood up. “I'll be in my room then.”
My smile made them go crazy. Any punishment they could come up with would only make me laugh harder.
As I walked up the stairs, I could hear them arguing with each other. Christopher told my mom, “Don't worry, I'll make sure she never forgets what she did.”
“Thank you babe,” my mom said.
I shut my door, awaiting for Christopher to come up to my room and punish me further. After twenty minutes, I figured that he wasn't coming. They must've been satisfied with just grounding me. Or they couldn't come up with a harsher sentence.
My plan had worked and now that I had lowered their expectations, getting a B+ wasn't going to freak them out as much. Hell, even a C would be good enough.
I sat at my desk, and crammed for an English quiz that I had the next morning. My revenge on my parents was over with and now I could finally focus on my studies without my parents breathing down my neck every five seconds.
My English book was so boring and my eyes soon became as heavy as dumbbells. Who wanted to spend the night studying about Shakespeare anyways? My bed was only a couple feet away but I ended up face-planting right in the book and falling asleep.
–
I was awoken to a slight rustle outside my door. My eyes turned towards the clock next to my bed that said 1:15 AM. Another noise at my door, made me bolt upright with terror. My heart lurched into my throat as my door knob slowly turned. The door creaked opened and a shadowy figure entered the room.
“Christopher! What the fuck are you doing in here?”
“Shhh,” he said, putting his finger to his lips. Christopher closed the door quietly and listened for any sign of my mom waking.
“What are you doing?” I repeated in a lower voice.
“Your mother and I promised you a punishment.”
I closed my English book and stood up from the desk. “So grounding me wasn't enough?”
“Getting an F on a test went way too far, Amber. You really disappointed your mother and I.”
“Well that sucks for you guys,” I said. “I don't really care how you both feel.”
Christopher's eyes narrowed, his teeth grinding. “It's time for a spanking.”
“WHAT!?” I burst out. “I'm not a kid, Christopher.”
“Bend over your desk,” he commanded. His voice was low and monotone.
I stood staring at him, my hands on my hips. Our eyes stayed on each other, waiting for someone to make the first move. Christopher's hands clenched into fists. His big body was intimidating. Fear began to creep through my skin.
Christopher might actually hit me if I don't do what he asks...
I reluctantly stepped towards my desk, keeping my eyes on him. “You're not serious, are you?”
“Be a good girl and do as your told,” Christopher said firmly.
I bent over, placing my hands flat on the desk. I shut my eyes, waiting for the smack on my ass.
“Pull your jeans down.”
My eyes flung open and my jaw dropped. What was he asking me to do?
“Why?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“Don't talk back to me!” Christopher shouted.
His yelling froze me. My hands worked their way towards my waistline and unbuttoned my jeans. I swayed my ass back and forth as I pulled my pants down to around my ankles. Tears streamed down my cheeks as the shame set in. I wanted it all over and done with.
SMACK!
His open hand cut through the air, crashing down hard against my bare ass cheek. The pain was unbearable as I let out a cry of pain
“You've been such a bad girl,” Christopher said.
Another SMACK!
The second slap didn't hurt as much as the first. In fact, it felt kind of good.
SMACK! SMACK!
I gripped the edges of the desk as I received the beating of my life. My ass was already sore after only a few slaps. Christopher grunted with every smack, hitting me harder each time. The pain faded into a sort of pleasure that excited me.
A soft moan escaped my lips that surprised me. Christopher stopped in the middle of spanking me probably because he was surprised too. He gently laid his hands on my ass, grabbing my cheeks.
I glanced behind me. “Hit me harder,” I instructed. Christopher angry scowl soon turned into a smirk.
He spanked my ass over and over again, causing me to moan incessantly. The pain turned me on so much. My pussy was wet with desire, dripping onto the carpet floor. I had never felt that way before. The feeling of needing. Of wanting someone so badly it hurts.
Christopher grabbed me by the hair and lifted me off the desk, turning me so I was face to face with him. Our eyes met and I could see the hunger. He felt the same desire as me. Our lips collided in a splash of ecstasy and passion. Christopher held my head as he shoved his tongue down my throat. His raging boner pulsed within his pants as it was pinned against me.
Christopher pulled up my shirt, exposing my big tits. His eyes widened as he bent down to taste them. He kissed my cleavage and licked my nipples, sucking on them like a baby.
I felt his hands on my shoulders as he forced me down to my knees. “Suck on me like a lollipop,” he said. Christopher unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor. His large cock stood straight up, erect and waiting.
I gripped his shaft with both hands, stroking his enormous member. I let a little bit of spit drool onto the head of his penis, lubricating him for my mouth. I opened wide, stretching my lips as far as they would go. I crammed him inside, sucking down hard like it was candy. Christopher moaned as he held my head, his fingers brushing through my hair.
My head bobbed up and down on his dick as he went in and out of my mouth. I pulled him out and ran my tongue from the bottom of his shaft, all the way to the top. Christopher shivered from the extreme pleasure. I put him back in my mouth, sucking on him harder than before. Christopher tasted so good and just the thought of his warm cum running down my throat made me even wetter.
I pulled Christopher's monstrous cock out. “Take me,” I said. I stood up and bent back over the desk, assuming the position. My large tits were smushed against the table as I gripped the edges again. Christopher slapped my ass once more, confirming that I was going to be incredibly sore the next day.
Christopher' fingers felt my wetness, rubbing my soft pussy. I glanced behind me to see Christopher tasting me on his fingers. “How do I taste?” I asked.
“Like heaven,” he said, smiling. Christopher grabbed my hips, tea
sing me with his hard cock against my pussy. The head of his penis, just barely touched my opening and drove me crazy.
“Just fuck me already!” I yelled. Christopher's fingers dug their way into my sides before he crammed his entire length inside me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the pleasure and pain mixed into a tornado. Christopher was so big that he barely fit. He dug his way through, pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside me.
“You're so wet,” Christopher moaned. He crashed against my body, pummeling me with his member. His hips slammed against my sore ass, sending waves of pain through me. Christopher pulled my hair into a ponytail, snapping my head back, and shoving his cock even further in me. “You like it rough, don't you?”
“Yes,” I nodded. Christopher used my ponytail as leverage to fuck me harder and harder. My neck strained as he pulled my head back. The desk slammed against the wall, shaking the house like an earthquake. If my mom hadn't been awake before, she definitely was now.
