by Wendy Pound
“Gifts?” I was completely shocked. They'd never given me any type of present before.
My mom pulled out two rectangular boxes that were both wrapped nicely. “Happy birthday Taylor,” she said, handing the presents to me.
I hesitantly took them and stared. Opening presents was foreign to me. Was I supposed to do it gently so as not to harm the wrapping paper? Or just tear through?
My mom nudged me, “Come on! Open them up quickly!”
I set one of the presents down and focused on the other one. I tore off the paper in a frenzy. I was beyond excited to see what it was. I pulled out a see-through box that contained paints and brushes but they looked differently than the art supplies I already owned.
“It's a makeup kit!” my mom announced. I looked at it more closely and I could identify some of the same things that were in my mom's bathroom. I was speechless. I thought I wouldn't be able to wear makeup until I moved out.
I bounced out of the chair and into my mom's arms. “Thank you thank you thank you!! Can I go try it out?”
“Well you have one more present but I guess you can open it later tonight. Just don't make a mess in the bathroom!”
I kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you so much!” I ran as fast as I could to the upstairs bathroom. I opened up the makeup kit and set everything out onto the counter. I realized quickly that I had no idea what any of that stuff was. I'd seen my mom put makeup on a dozen times before but I never paid any attention to the specific names.
I took some of the stuff labeled eye shadow because I assumed that was for your eyes. I painted it on my eyelids like I was filling in a coloring book. I put some foundation on and tried a few other things out. I put some ruby red lipstick on my lips and then looked at the finished product in the mirror. I couldn't help but laugh at myself in the mirror. I looked like a clown from a circus.
I splashed some water on my face to get it off but it wouldn't go away. I scrubbed my eyes harder and the stuff barely came off. I knew that I was definitely going to need help. I yelled downstairs to my mom, “Hey! Can you help me up here?”
“Be there in a second!” she called back. I could hear her footsteps up the stairs and into the bathroom. “Oh my!” she put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. “I see you really do need help.”
“Well I tried to get it off with water but it didn't work,” I said sadly.
“That's because you need this.” My mom picked up a tube that said eye makeup remover. “This will get any waterproof makeup off your eyes. Try it out.”
I took the tube and poured it on a circular pad and wiped my eyes. “Wow it's like magic.” The makeup that I was having such a hard time with had all disappeared. “Can you show me how to put this stuff on?”
For the next couple hours, my mother showed me how to use the makeup effectively. There was a lot of trial and error but the end result was beautiful. I looked totally different. I was older, wiser, and more importantly a woman now. I got goosebumps as I studied my face in the mirror. The thought of dating boys entered my mind and I felt a rush of adrenaline.
“You need to open your last gift,” my mom reminded me. She pulled me away from the mirror even though I wanted to keep staring at how much my face had transformed. She led me back downstairs to the kitchen table with the present sitting on it.
I wondered what it could be. The makeup was such a surprise. I couldn't imagine what else it could be. I held the present in my hand and felt the weight. It was a lot lighter than the makeup. I ripped the wrapping paper off to reveal a white box. I opened it to find tissue paper which hid a piece of white clothing. It looked like one of my many white dresses but this was different. I pulled it out and I could immediately see the differences. It wasn't as long as my others. The dress had a low neckline that would show off my cleavage. All my other dresses closed up around my neck. They were super conservative. This dress was the exact opposite. It was sexy and daring.
“Wow mom, this dress is amazing!” I stood up and put the dress up against me. It showed almost all of my thighs.
“This dress is very special,” my mom began. “After tonight, you won't be pure anymore. This dress symbolizes your transition into womanhood. And tonight will be the last time you wear it.”
I didn't understand what she was saying. Not “pure” anymore? “What do you mean? Why can't I wear the dress again?”
She motioned for me to sit down. “This might be difficult for you to understand so I'll explain slowly. Our family has a tradition that's been passed down from generation to generation. When a woman is of age, she is to lay with her father.
“What?” I interrupted. My brain couldn't process what she was telling me.
My mom put her hand up,“Let me finish and then you can ask any questions. Tonight you will be together with your step-father. He will put his seed into you and he'll become the father of your child.
“But...he's your husband!” My hands were shaking. I couldn't believe what was going on.
“Yes, he's my husband,” she said calmly. “But for tonight he is temporarily yours.”
“I can't do that mom! It's wrong!” I screamed.
“Oh but you must Taylor. It's a family tradition. Your first time will be painful but trust me, it's a magical experience that you'll never forget.” She grabbed my hands to keep me from shaking. “Take a deep breath honey. It'll be fine. You will wear the dress for your stepdad and enjoy it.”
I didn't know what to say. I was blindsided. I wasn't ready to lay with a man! What was I supposed to do? I already knew I had no choice. My family was all I had. I was going to have to go through with it.
“Now go upstairs and change. I'll help you fix your makeup before your stepdad comes home.” She nudged me towards the stairs and I went up like a robot. I got to my room and took the white dress out. It's what I always wanted to wear. I wanted to be sexy like the women on TV and now I had the chance. I undressed and threw the dress over my head. It fit tightly. I was used to free and flowing dresses. This one showed off every curve of my body.
I stared at myself in the mirror, admiring my body. The top of my breasts were showing and I was a little embarrassed. The dress only reached to above my knees. I almost felt naked. But at the same time I felt a sense of power. A feeling that I was no longer a little girl anymore.
My mom came upstairs and smiled when she saw me in the dress. “You look great! Your stepdad is going to love it. Now let's fix that makeup of yours.”
We huddled in my mom's bathroom and she reapplied my makeup. I sat on the stool in a daze. My whole life was going to change after tonight. My mom tried to snap me out of it. “A whole new world is about to open up for you. If all goes as planned, you'll be a mother soon. With a child of your own.”
My eyes went wide. I couldn't imagine myself taking care of another child. I could barely take care of myself. Just then, the garage door opened up. My stepdad was home.
“Okay you're all done here.” I looked in the mirror and didn't recognize the reflection. My hair was all done up and I actually looked like an adult. “Don't be nervous Taylor, you'll be all right.” She took my hand and led me out of the bathroom. The master bedroom was at the end of a long hallway. The double doors were closed. There was almost always one door open. I knew my stepdad was inside, waiting for me.
My mom kissed my forehead and hugged me. “I love you, honey.” She tried to break the hug but I held on tight. I didn't want her to leave. I was safe in her arms. “It's time,” she reminded me, pushing me towards the door.
My feet wouldn't move forward. I was frozen in place. My hands were trembling. I willed myself to move my legs. My hand rested on the door knob. I hesitated. What if I just ran away? Would they chase after me? Where would I go? I knew that it was a dumb idea. I turned the knob and entered the room. There was no turning back now.
The room was dark with only a few candles lit by the bed. I walked in slowly, searching for my stepdad. His dark silhouette appea
red on the bed. “Come closer Taylor,” he said in a deep voice.
I was scared to come any closer but I was pulled in by a sort of gravity. Maybe I wanted this to happen? Was it something that I had always dreamed about deep down? I didn't know any of the answers but I kept going. As I approached, his features came into view. My stepdad was laying on the bed, completely nude.
It was a shock to the core to see him like that. I'd never seen my stepdad naked, let alone any man. His manliness was fully erect. It was so gigantic and thick as a tree trunk. My stepdad patted next to him on the bed. “Come over here and sit down, Taylor.”
I nervously climbed on the bed and sat close to him. I had no idea what to expect next. My stepdad lifted his hand and ran his fingers through my hair. “You look amazing in that dress,” he said with a smile. His eyes trailed down to my cleavage and he licked his lips.
“Thank you.” I was so shy that I immediately averted my eyes from him. His hand wrapped around the back of my head and pulled me in. He closed his eyes and so did I. I couldn't believe I was about to kiss my stepdad! I couldn't believe I was about to have my first kiss. Our lips touched and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. A hit of adrenaline coursed through my veins. His kiss was firm and hard. His hot breath and warm tongue entered my mouth. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and he tasted me.
His hand moved from the back of my head and down to my neck and shoulders. His fingers gripped the straps of my dress and he pulled them down, revealing my big tits at the same time. He broke away from the kiss and looked down at my bountiful breasts. “They're perfect,” he whispered in amazement. Both of his hands felt them up, rubbing my nipples between his fingers. I quietly moaned. I'd never been touched by a man before.
My stepdad took my hand and slowly placed it on his raging boner. “I'm sorry, I don't know what to do,” I confessed.
“Don't worry, I'll show you.” He guided my hand up and down his shaft. As I stroked him, I could could feel it throbbing within my grasp. My stepdad was receiving a lot of pleasure from it which in turn was turning me on even more. I could feel a wetness between my legs that was growing.
He kissed me again which drove me crazy. I wanted him so badly. I was a little afraid that it would hurt but I didn't care. There was a void and it needed to be filled. My stepdad's hand traced up my thigh and under my dress. It tickled at first until he hit my fleshly wetness. I had touched myself before but this was entirely different. I didn't know what he was going to do next.
My step stepdad pulled his hand away. “You're ready,” he announced.
“Oh, I want you!” He helped me pull off my dress and then he gently laid me down on the bed. He got on top of me and then spread my legs with his knees. His large penis looked like a spear ready to pierce me.
The tip of his manliness teased me as it rubbed me all over. I just wanted him inside me. My stepdad buried his face in my tits, running his tongue over every inch of them. He bit down on my nipples and I cried out in pain. Then with one big thrust, he penetrated me with all his meat. My cries of pain quickly turned into moans of pleasure.
“Fuck, you're so tight,” he said, pushing his way deeper and deeper.
“Oh, you're so big.” I could barely contain him inside me. I wrapped my hands around his back as he went in and out of me. His thrusts became harder and faster. The headboard pounded against the wall. My nails dug into his back as the pleasure increased. I'd never felt something so good in my whole life.
“I'm so close!” I moaned at the top of my lungs. My womanhood was being brutally pummeled and the pain and pleasure was mixing into a deadly cocktail. My climax hit me like a freight train and I screamed, “UHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” This was one thousand times better than anything I could ever do to myself. My whole body convulsed and my pussy quivered.
“I'm going to put my seed inside you!” my stepdad yelled. I felt him burst inside me. It was the craziest feeling ever. It was like a fire hose was turned on and blasting off inside me. My own orgasm was going full steam and it had no signs of stopping. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and gallons of his seed were pumped deep inside me.
Then as quick as it came, it was over. My body relaxed and my stepdad pulled out of me. I could feel sticky seed running out of me and drying on my thighs.
“Oh, that was so amazing!” I exclaimed. I didn't want it to be over. There was an emptiness that only he could fill.
“Congratulations! You've completed the ritual. You will now hopefully be with child,” he said, completely out of breath. “You are fully a woman now. You may go out into the world and find a mate of your own.”
“What happens if I do not become with child? Will I get in trouble?”
“Of course not,” he smiled. “We'll just have to do it again.” Oh how I wished we could. That was the most remarkable thing I'd ever done. I wanted to do it all day, everyday.
My mom entered the room and pulled the sheets back. I quickly covered my naked body up. She looked down to see a red stain on the bed. Her eyes stared right at me and smiled. “Good girl,” she said, kissing me on the forehead.
“I want more mommy,” I begged.
She looked back at me and grinned. “Maybe we could so something with all three of us.”
Stuffed Hard
Being a nerdy girl didn't help much in the romance department. I'd always been shy and introverted, preferring to read books rather than go out with my friends. There was just something about crawling up with a good romance story on a rainy day and delving into the characters. My mom always told me that they were unhealthy for someone in high school. She said I needed to put myself out there. I agreed, I needed a change; I had to find “Mr. Right”...
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“Hey Sophia,” Megan said, running down the hallway, carrying a load of books.
“Hi,” I replied, closing my locker door. “How was Mrs. Gringish's class?”
“Boring as usual,” Megan said. “She had us write poems and then present them to the class.”
Megan had been my best friend ever since we were kids. She was the “popular” one, being the head cheerleader and class president. For some reason she always stuck by me even though I made it difficult for her.
We left school and walked home like we did every day. Trees blew sideways and leaves soared through the air on the perfect Fall day. We strolled along the sidewalk, telling each other about our school days.
“So, I'm throwing a party tonight with some friends. I know it's not your thing but do you want to come?” Megan asked.
I always hated telling her no. She tried so hard to fit me in with her group of friends but it never took.
“I think I'll just stay home tonight. My mom and step stepdad will be happier that way. Plus, I'm halfway through this romance novel and it getting really good.”
“You still read that junk!” Megan exclaimed.
“No you don't understand, this one's different, it's a fantasy book. The damsel is taken by a dragon and the prince comes to her rescue, slaying the dragon and falling in love with her. The problem is, the damsel isn't of royal birth so they have to be secretive.”
Megan stared at me with one eyebrow arched. “Sophia, I think you really need to come out tonight. You'll have fun, I swear.”
“Thanks, but I'll talk to you tomorrow. Have fun at your party.” I waved to her as I walked up the driveway to my house.
“Have fun with your prince,” Megan said.
I walked through the door to find my mom and Liam, my step stepdad, sitting on the couch and watching TV. My mom only met Liam a few years ago and they got married right away. He wasn't my mom's usual type. He was big and strong but not the smartest guy.
“How was your day, honey?” my mom asked, never losing focus on the television.
“Oh you know, fun like always,” I said, running up the stairs and straight to my room. I closed the door behind me and let out a long sigh. The school week was over and I could finally relax over the weekend.
I jumped on my bed and grabbed the fantasy romance novel from the nightstand. The spine was creased and the corners bent. I took out my bookmark that stated in big letters: Reading is FUN! A smile crept across my face as I began where I left off.
The prince had saved the damsel from the terrible dragon and taken her back to his castle. They were alone in his private chambers and the tension was thick. My heart pounded as I grasped onto every word. They were just about to kiss when the King interrupts them. The prince tries to explain but the King takes the girl away and throws her in jail.
I set the book down, breathing hard and trying to calm down. It's just a story, I told myself. In the end, they'll be together like they always do. I glanced out the window as dark clouds rolled in and rain began to patter against the glass.
