Caught: Contemporary Taboo Romance (6 page)

She moaned and slid the fake cock inside her.

“He had to put it away that first time I saw it, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. I mean, I was dreaming about that marvelous dick. I wanted it inside me.”

I reached up and felt my left breasts through my green spaghetti strap top. I didn't have a bra on, and I could feel my nipples getting harder.

“Not too long after that, I got to see it again.”

As I told her the story of fucking Harley and fooling around with him, I watched as she fucked herself. Before my story was finished, I reached out and took hold of it for her. She looked into my eyes, but she didn't stop me as I pushed it in and out of her repeatedly. Her hand moved to her little clitty and she began rubbing it as I fucked her while telling my sexy story.

She began to scream out in pleasure, her body moving as she came before I had even gotten to the really good part. I slowly pulled the cock out of her and brought it up near my face. Looking into her eyes directly again, I began to lick her juices off of that big black cock. I wished it was Harley's but he wasn't around.

“Let me do you,” Marjorie said. She sat up and slapped her thighs with her hands before reaching for the dildo.

I handed it to her then stripped out of my clothes. I was soon lying in the bed next to her. She crawled down between my legs to make it easier to get to me. My wetness opened up as she ran the tip up and down my lips. Then, gradually, she pushed it in. It didn't feel as good as Harley's cock, but it would have to do. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it was him.

Marjorie began fucking me with the fake, black cock even faster. I bucked my hips up to meet her thrusts. We soon had a good rhythm worked out. I couldn't believe how well it felt. Just when it was getting good, she pulled it out. I looked up at her almost immediately, wondering what the hell was going on.
Is she teasing me?

“Hold on,” she said the leaned over the edge of the bed. I heard her slide something out. “This will be a little better.”

When she came back up, she had a harness for her cock. I giggled and rubbed myself while she put it on and got the cock in place. Once it was on correctly, she adjusted it once then got between my legs. Holding that wonderful specimen with her left hand, she slid it in again. For some reason, it felt even more natural. Her breasts were hitting mine as she began fucking my pussy – hard.

An orgasm crept up slowly then washed over my entire body. My whole existence was connected to my private parts. My teeny, tiny clitty was all that mattered as waves of pleasure rocked my body. She pushed in and out a few more times then pulled out completely and collapsed on the bed next to me. Reaching down, she stroked her fake cock a few times.

“That was really good,” I said, leaning over to kiss her on the lips. “Thank you so much.”

“Don't mention it. It's nice to have someone else in this apartment.”

We had a great dinner, watched a little television then went to sleep in her bed together.

* * *

Marjorie and I got on famously. I started to forget about Harley as I tried to concentrate on my future and having fun with my new roommate. One of the things I learned about her was that she liked to watch porn too. We were two female renegades, but watching explicit videos really turned us on. The first one we watched together was one of my interracial favorites with huge black cocks and tight wet holes.

We both had our pajamas on – at first. Just a few minutes into the first scene, and she was reaching over and squeezing my tit. I returned the favor, placing my hand between her legs, pressing down on her through the thin fabric. Both of our eyes were glued to the television screen as we sat on the couch. I continued rubbing her outside her clothes then reached up and slipped my hand past her waistband.

She moaned as my fingers founds her hairless pussy. I didn't waste any time, fingering her as we watched a redhead get fucked from behind by a monster black cock. Her hand moved from my breast to my lap and she soon had her hand inside my pajama pants, stroking my pussy. I kept thinking of Harley when I looked at the screen, but I hadn't heard from him in over a week, and I'd almost given up on ever hearing from him again.

When Marjorie stopped watching the video and leaned over to kiss me, I forgot about him, about becoming a nurse, about everything except what was happening. We were soon ripping off our clothes. She wanted to use the strap-on on me again, but I convinced her that we should sixty-nine and try to come at the exact same time. We didn't reach our goal, but it wasn't because of lack of trying. We actually came close twice before giving up for the night.

* * *

Life went on as normally as it could for someone like me. Nursing school was going good. Then I had a shock. My period was two days late, something that had never happened to me before. I was always right on time. I didn't want to tell Harley until I was sure I was pregnant. He was the only one who had cum inside of me, and I knew it was my step dad who impregnated me.

The only question if I was preggers was what I was going to do. I didn't look forward to dropping out of school. I was doing really well. I was in the living room crying about it while Marjorie was in class one day when my phone rang. I was surprised to see that it was Harley's number. I didn't want to seem too anxious, but I couldn't wait beyond the second ring.

“Hello?” I kept my voice neutral.

“Lacey? How are you?”

“I'm fine. What's up.” I was an Ice Queen.

“I just wanted to say I'm sorry, baby girl. The house just isn't the same without you around. I miss you a lot.”

I couldn't believe the words I was hearing.
Does he mean it?
I didn't know for sure, but I liked hearing him say he was sorry.

“Yeah?” I wanted to milk this for all it was worth – just like his big, black cock. “You think you can make it up to me?”

Am I going to tell him the news? I have to tell him I'm pregnant.
I didn't look forward to telling him what had happened.

“Name it. I'll do anything. Just come home. I'm lonely.”

“I'll be over in half an hour.”

I left Marjorie a note, telling her I was very sorry and that I'd be back to talk to her. I decided not to give her a lot of details. She didn't even know I was pregnant. I was planning on telling her, but Harley wanted to see me, and I knew I had to tell him what was going on – even if he didn't want to be with me after he knew. That was my biggest fear.

When I got to his house, it felt weird pulling in the driveway again. I still had a key, but I knocked on the front door. He answered it wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt as usual. I smiled when I saw him, rushing forward and giving him a hug. I'd missed him too. My arms barely made it around his huge frame. I couldn't believe I'd had him on top of me before.

“Come in, come in,” he said.

Once inside, we headed to the living room. We were both quiet, making the situation a little awkward. I finally broke the silence, saying, “I've missed you too.”

He stopped, turned and smiled at me.

“There's something I have to tell you.”

“Go ahead, baby girl.”

“I'm...I'm pregnant,” I said, my voice low, almost hoping he didn't hear me.

He heard me loud and clear. “Are you sure? Are you okay?”

“Yes and yes.”

I walked over and hugged him, putting my head on his chest. I wanted him to console me like Marjorie had consoled me.
Is he capable of that? Or is he nothing more than a big, black cock to be used?
I had more questions than answers. After telling him, he went into protective mode, asking me if I was hungry. I let him make me a cheese and ham omelet then went to my bedroom to sleep. I told him we could talk about the baby in the morning.

* * *

When I woke up in the morning and headed downstairs to kitchen for some coffee and toast, I was surprised yet again. Mom was sitting at the kitchen table with Harley. From the way she was looking at me, I knew she knew I was pregnant and was disappointed with me. She had caught me being pregnant from her ex-boyfriend.

“What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?”

“I'm in love with him, mom.” I rushed to Harley's side and put my arm around his shoulder.

“You're allowing this to happen? And you're mad at me?” My mom shook her head as she stared at Harley, hate dripping from her eyes.

“Mom, you don't understand...”

“I understand completely!”

She got up quickly, her chair falling to the ground. Without bothering to pick it up, she stormed out of the kitchen. I moved to go after her, but Harley grabbed my arm.

“Let her go for now. She's gotta cool down. This is a lot to process. For me too.”

I looked into his eyes, wondering if he was mad at me or was going to abandon me and the baby. We had breakfast, not really talking about anything. The rest of the day was really awkward, especially when I got a series of text messages from Marjorie. I didn't want to leave Harley again now that I was in his house. I was afraid a little and wanted him to protect me.

* * *

Weeks later, I began showing. Harley called it my little bumpkin. He'd never had a child of his own, so he was getting really excited about the process. He told me that he would take care of himself during the pregnancy so I didn't have to worry about getting him off, but I told him he was crazy.

“Being pregnant makes me even more horny. Well, sometimes.”

“Like now?” he asked, tilting his head with a sly smile.

I loved the way he made me laugh. “I'm going to take a bath right now but maybe later.”

“Be careful and tell me when you're getting out, so I can help you.”

“I will.”

I went upstairs and drew a bath with warm, soapy water. After carefully sitting down, I felt a lot of the tension that had been building up suddenly release. I had a lot on my mind. Nursing classes had continued with me trying to keep up. Harley was helping a lot, making sure I had everything I needed. I still had to talk to Marjorie about what had happened and why I'd left, but I knew I could do that later. My big priority was the baby.

After soaking for a good half hour, Harley appeared in the door. “You okay? Been a while?”

“Yeah, the water's getting cold, but I was too lazy to turn on the hot water again.”

“Here, let me help you.”

He came in the bathroom, towering over me as I lay in the tub. I grabbed his hand and watched as his thick, muscled arm pulled me up. He started to dry me off with a towel. His huge fingers roaming all over my body were turning me on. I had to have him.

I leaned forward and whispered into his ear, “Fuck me, daddy.”

“Are you sure?”

“I need you inside me. Right now.”

He lifted me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom. Setting me on the bed gently, he lay down between my legs. Carefully, he started licking my pink, fleshy folds of skin. His tongue felt incredible as it slid, prodded and poked at my most sensitive parts. When I was wet, he crawled up beside me and rolled me gently on my side.

I felt his huge cock poking my pussy, trying to find its way in. When he found his goal and slid in, I sighed. He began thrusting his huge member into my pussy again and again. While doing that, his hands had reached around and grabbed my tits, which were getting a lot larger.

With school and everything else, we hadn't been able to fuck as much as I would like. I knew this was probably helping our relationship as he was older. It had been so long, he only had to fuck me for a few minutes with that huge cock before I was crying out in pleasure. When I was done, he pulled out and rolled over on his back.

“Let me finish you off.”

I wrapped my slender fingers around his hard, slick cock and started stroking my hand up and down his entire length. He reached over and stroked my hair, driving me wild. I thought about sucking him off, but he seemed happy with my tiny hand rubbing his dick still slick from my pussy juices.

“That feels so good, baby girl.”

“Yeah? You like me stroking your cock?”

“So much.”

“Can I do more?”

“This is... so good...”

He was breathing heavier now, his chest rising and falling.

“Are you going to come for me? I need my protein.”

“I'm so close...”

“Good. I want you to come for me. I want you to shoot your huge load all over your belly so I can lick it all up.”

He reached down and I felt his large, thick fingers begin rubbing my pussy. I was still sensitive after my last orgasm, but I didn't want to stop him. It felt so good. I slowed down, stroking him just enough to keep him hard and interested. Then one of his fingers slipped inside of me while his palm pressed against my little nub. I started tugging at his massive dick faster again. I wanted to try to time our orgasms perfectly.

I felt his cock tighten and knew he was at the edge so I backed off a little. This caused him to start finger fucking me more forcefully. When I reached the peak and exploded in orgasm, I gave him a few more pumps. His massive cock began shooting large gobs of cum high into the air. The arced up then landed on his chest. I held onto him, feeling each and every time he squirted while my own body shook beside him.