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To say I had a rough childhood is an understatement.

You see, my mom got pregnant with me when she was fifteen years old. She was your stereotypical beautiful white girl that was popular and got around with all the jocks at her school. And then suddenly, she ended up getting knocked up by one of the football players. Bound to have happened, right? And my biological dad? Left her immediately after finding out and moved to the other side of the country to never be seen again.

Suffice to say, my mom hated me; seeing me as the sole reason for how her life went wrong. Screaming was her default voice whenever she talked to me. And all I could do was cry and stay silent as she insulted me every way she could. She even began drinking. The sight of her drinking glasses upon glasses of wine was imprinted in my brain. (Which I preferred since she would be more focused on her drink than me.)

But she never showed it around others. She would fake her love for me in front of her parents (my grandparents), extended family, and certain friends. But behind closed doors, that love turned to malice. At best she would just neglect me and leave me alone, and those were good days.

The only reason why she never gave me away or left me was because my grandparents would give her a lot of money so that she could support me and raise me well. If only they knew that she would just do the bare minimum for me while spending it all on herself. I always feared that she would cause me even more pain and suffering if I ever told them the truth so I always kept shut about it, which I hated. I would always dream of telling my grandparents the truth, but I didn’t know what would happen after and that scared me. But yeah, mommy dearest didn’t exactly take care of me like a mother should.

Because of this, I had to learn to take care of myself. I taught myself how to cook and clean by watching videos by the time I was taller than the stove. I could only handle just eating junk food for so long. I also learned that my mom got less irritable when she has a good meal, so I made sure to learn and be the best cook I could be. She still didn’t like me, but at that point I would rather take her dismissing me than more verbal abuse.

Still, it was bad enough that I got her hatred because of her own circumstances. But there was also another thing that made her hate me so much. Something biological.

I, a male, was born with a vagina instead of a penis. Yep, I’m an intersex male.

You could probably guess how many times my mom would call me a failure and disgrace of a man every time she screamed at me. As if I CHOSE to be born with female genitalia. It didn’t help that I was about as skinny as a twig and had no muscle in my body. Every now and then she would make a comment about it just to get under my skin. I just ignored her pettiness.

But let me tell you, I didn’t just have problems at home. At school, I was constantly bullied by the other kids. Ever since elementary, I would get harassed and pushed around by bullies. It helped that I was always alone and shy and didn’t have any friends. It got worse in high school after a prank where one of the bullies pulled down my pants and underwear and they were able to see that I didn’t have a dick like them. I could still remember the laughing and judging. And they made sure to let the whole school know. If I wasn’t already ostracized before, that definitely pushed it to the edge. This continued even through high school.

My only saving grace, ironically enough, was a job I ended up getting at a fast-food place when I was 15. I genuinely liked it. Sure, it was a customer service job but my boss was kind, the environment was welcoming, and I got to stay away from my house to avoid my own mother. My boss knew who my mom was (went to high school together apparently) and sympathized with me. So, they let me hang around even when I wasn’t working sometimes.

With all that has happened to me, you would think that I hated my pussy. But that was farther from the truth. It wasn’t my fault that everyone around me couldn’t deal with someone different from them. I liked having it, and I also liked how it felt. It never felt wrong to have it, no matter what people said. Finding out that there were many people like me in the world through the internet helped too.

Anyway, it was during that time when my mom actually started bringing men over.

The sounds she and the man she brought did in the bedroom left no doubt what they were doing. Thank god my boss let me stay with them, but I would sometimes already be in my room when they started fooling around. So sometimes I would hear more than I’d like. Still, at times I would see the men she would bring if they stayed the night. They were always muscular or dominant looking men. And they, admittedly, were very hot.

The ones who stay over most of the time came out of my mom’s bedroom shirtless. And I’m able to see their abs and muscles at full display. And if I was very lucky, they would wear some tight briefs that hugged their junk very nicely. There were many times when I would get a little (or a lot) moist seeing these sexy hunks.

If mom was just sleeping with them because she found them hot, then I would have understood. But she was also looking for a specific man. A man who had money.

She would bang these men, get to know what they do for a living, and if they don’t meet her requirements for “husband material” then they wouldn’t be coming back. Which was pretty much all of them.

Which was a shame because some of them were absolutely FINE. If I wasn’t scared of them reacting negatively to what I had equipped, I might have gone for it. But they never paid me any mind. Some were courteous, like a werewolf and a dwarf, but that was it. This continued for years.

Now, this bit might shock you but my mom never kicked me out once I turned 18. This was for one reason though; my grandparent’s money. As long as I was under my mom’s roof, my grandparents would give us (her) money. She wasn’t gonna let go of her piggyback like that so she kept me under her roof. Begrudgingly on her part, I’m sure. But at least I could save my money from my job until I really needed it, so silver lining.

Then a shift happened.

When I was 20, my mom ended up hooking up with a guy that she finally decided to stay with. It was an orc man named Eamon who was three times bigger than my mom. With muscles the size of my head and the most charming smile I have ever seen. He had deep green skin and well cared for tusks that could appear in a dentist commercial. His black hair was short with the front spiked up, matching his rectangular face. He was the very definition of what you envision a masculine male to be like.

He was also the hottest man I have ever seen in my life.

All the other guys she brought home paled in comparison. The second I saw him my body had a visceral reaction. My heart was pounding, my legs were quivering, and my pussy was more wet than a car wash. What I wouldn’t give to have a man like that.

I thought he would treat me like the rest of the guys she had (or worse), but he was actually really sweet and kind. Greeted me with a smile and asking me how my day was. He would even compliment my cooking when he would try it. Whenever I talked with him, he would always be patient with me and put a hand on my shoulder for support. I never had anyone do that to me before. If I wasn’t already crushing on him badly, this would have sealed it.

And yeah, I know this practically SCREAMED daddy issues, but I didn’t care. That man looked like he could pick me up and use me like a weight bar for hours without getting tired. If he wanted me to call him daddy, I would be more than willing to oblige.

My mom later mentioned that he owned a very popular gym and was still growing. (Made sense considering his physique.) In other words, he had money. Well, looked like my mom found the money-making man she always wanted. And it had to be the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. Great. She also threatened me if I ever warned him about her, but I expected that.

Still, it’s not like I had a backbone. I may talk shit, but that’s about it. Besides, I really liked Eamon and wanted him to stay.

Before I could blink, my mom and him ended up getting married. We moved in to his two-story house that almost looked more like a mansion. Multiple rooms and bathrooms, a kitchen then size of my mom and I’s apartment, you name it. I couldn’t believe that I would be living there. I was even given a big room in the second floor. I thought for sure I would get one of the smaller rooms in the first floor that looked like a closet, but I was pleasantly surprised Eamon gave me that room.

My mom was ecstatic. She finally got the man she always wanted. And all she had to do was act all nice and please him anytime he wanted. If only that was me. Oh well. At least we now lived in a house and didn’t have to worry about bills or anything like that anymore.

But the best thing about all this was seeing Eamon every day.

God, he was a marble statue come to life. In the mornings, he would have a tank top on so I could see those gorgeous muscles. But sometimes he would be completely shirtless which made my heart jump. His abs were like a nice treat in the mornings. He had his own gym at his house, which he often used when he wasn’t going to his job onsite. I would sneak glances at him working out and seeing him all sweaty would leave my pants drenched. Especially with what he was wearing.

He not only wore one of his many deep side cutout tank tops, he also wore gym shorts. Shorts that could not hide exactly what he was packing. And, oh my god, was he PACKING. His bulge alone looked like the size of a bowling ball. I don’t know how my mom was able to take him but all I knew was that I wanted to be in her shoes so bad. I wanted to feel that monster stretching out my pussy and fucking me all the way in. I didn’t care if it would destroy me, it would all be worth it to have him inside me.

Suffice to say, I was a little obsessed with him.

Whenever he would throw his dirty clothes in his laundry basket, I made sure to sneakily search for any of his jockstraps. Especially after he’d worked out. Once I had one of them, I would go back to my room and succumb to heavenly pleasure.

Fun fact about me, once I turned 18 I decided to start owning dildos. I’ve ended up gaining quite a few of them and every time I got a new one, it would always be bigger than the last one.

I got my biggest one (a thick black one that could rival a bull’s), brought Eamon’s jockstrap to my nose, and went to town on my pussy. My god, did he smell fucking fantastic. My head was woozy with how strong his sweaty musk was assaulting my nose. I moaned like a bitch in heat as I inhaled his scent and pushed my dildo in and out, filling me so nicely. I imagined it was him filling me up and fucking me so good, seeing his muscular body thrusting and moving so hotly. I’ve done it multiple times and I would cum so much every time.

This eventually made me risk seeing him in all his naked glory. There were times where he would keep the bathroom door open when he was showering and I would take that chance to see him all wet and perfect.

And fuck, was he ever.

That water ran down his chiseled body and frame, making him shine like the demigod he was. His abs, pecs, muscles, and veins were all popping out and blessing my eyes. But the real treat was what was between his legs.

Dear god, it might as well have been a third leg! It was so massive that I bet his dick would touch the floor if he did a squat. So long, thick, and veiny. And the exact shade of green like the rest of his body. The veins looked like the branches of trees you would see in an art piece. And they framed his dick so beautifully. The head also looked huge, and I knew that that alone would absolutely destroy my pussy if it ever entered me. And I would let it. I didn’t even mention the sack of balls he was also paired with. Just as big and plentiful as that piece of raw meat. How he didn’t feel the weight of it, I had no idea.

I was so mesmerized by it that I didn’t even think about whether he was hard or not. Though I didn’t have to wonder long as I eventually caught him masturbating while showering.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Seeing him rub his dick so tightly and lewdly, moving up and down. I rubbed myself through my pants in rhythm to his stroking, imagining him teasing me and massaging my slit with his mushroom head.

I could hear him grunt through his strokes and I moaned along with his as quietly as I could. I fought the urge to open the door, join him in the shower, get down in my knees, and service him the way he deserves. If his used jockstraps smelled amazing, he must have smelled even better straight from the source.

But I held back. His stepson just going in and wanting him like some cheap slut? I wouldn’t know how he’d react. Especially when mom was still around.

Well, I say that but it didn’t take long for that to change.

In the first few months we moved in, my mom was acting like the “so in love” wife who was always around her husband and giving him as much sex as he liked. I knew this just by listening through their door almost every night.

It might seem weird listening in to my mom getting it on with a man, but I’ve gotten so used to it that it unfazed me. Besides, I focused on the men she’s with, and Eamon sounded like a fucking animal in those sheets.

God, he sounded so hot. I could hear the rumble of his voice as he pounds away. The ‘yeah baby’ and ‘fuck’ implanting themselves in my brain. I could just imagine them being said to me if I was under him.

But I digress.

After those months were over, she started doing her own thing. Going out to clubs with her girlfriends, shopping at clothing stores, just being outside the house more. It was gradual, with her doing it once every few weeks. But then it turned to her going every weekend to every couple of days to every single day. Sometimes she would even stay over at a friend’s place and not come home until the next day, just so she could get some things and go out again.

I still remember Eamon talking to her about this.

“Babe, we don’t even spend time together anymore. You’re always off hanging out with your friends. Friends who I’ve not met yet, by the way.”

“Let’s talk about that next time sweetie, I have to go now.”

“That’s what you said last time! And the time before that!”

“Bye sweetie! Don’t wait up!”

I heard him groan as the front door shut. I came out from my hiding spot and gave him a sympathetic smile.

“Gone again, huh?”

He turned to me and gave me a smile back, “Nowadays? Yeah. Can’t even talk with her for more than a minute now.”

“I’m sorry. Must be hard for you.”

He let out a pained chuckle, “Hard in more ways than one, kid.”

I fought hard not to look down at his crotch and bite my lip. I was already starting to feel moist in my pants.

“Want me to make you something? I’ve been working on a new brownie recipe.”

Eamon’s eyes lit up, “Not gonna say no to that! Thanks, kid!”

I smiled and went to make them. We ended up bonding very quickly because of the food I make. Turns out he’s a bit of a foodie and, according to him, everything I make is delicious. I still remember a conversation we had one day when mom was out.

“What got you into cooking?”

My mom would kill me if I said I had to learn in order to feed myself, so I went with a white lie.

“Oh, my mom was never a good cook so I learned for both our sakes. And I ended up really liking it.”

He blinked at me confused before responding, “Your mother told me she taught you herself and you decided to be the main cook because you loved it so much.”

I froze at that. Of course she would lie about that too, but she never told me that in case Eamon asked.

I tried to play it off, “Did she? Maybe she was too embarrassed to tell you the truth. You know, with the whole stereotype of women and cooking? She probably thought it would make her less appealing.”

He looked down at the floor with a thinking expression, “I see…”

I think that point was when he started to take everything my mom said with a grain of salt. Especially since she was slowly detaching herself from him and the house.

Anyway, all this to say, my mom was no longer satisfying all his needs. And it was definitely starting to show. He was getting grumpier as the days go by. He would let out steam by going to the gym, but even I knew that would only calm him down so much.

And my desire for him only grew more.

One day, I saw watching him showering and stroking himself hard. And that animalistic growl he was letting out was just releasing all his frustrations and lust for me to sneakily hear. And then I finally saw it. Him cumming hard and shooting a gallon of nice, white cream on his shower glass door.

Holy fuck, I just about came right there with him. So much cream, so much delicious orc milk from this hunk of a man.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

If my mom was gonna leave this god of a man suffering like this, I was gonna do something about it. But I couldn’t just ask my stepdad if we wanted to fuck me. Especially when I don’t know how he’d react to my pussy. So, I made a plan.

As I expected, that night she didn’t return at all. If she didn’t come back home before 12, I knew she would not be back until next morning. Or afternoon, most likely.

I snuck into Eamon’s (and my mom’s, but that’s irrelevant) room when I knew he was asleep. I tried being as quietly as possible and made sure to close the door behind me. I looked at the man sleeping on his bed and felt my knees weaken.

There he was in all his glory. Stripped all the way down to his underwear, no blanket covering him, spread out showing all of those glorious muscles, snoring away without a care in the world. He was in a rather comedic pose with his legs spread, one hand behind his head showing off his armpit while the other arm was outstretched to the side. He took over the entire bed like that. Made me wonder how he slept with my mom when she was here. But that wasn’t important right now.

My heart was pounding so hard that I could make an earthquake. I walked closer and just took in the breathtaking view that was blessing my eyes. Everything about him was perfect. Arms and legs so thick they could crush me in a snap, abs that I could do my laundry on, pecs so firm and big that they could act as pillows, how could I resist?

I looked down and couldn’t stop myself from swallowing. Apparently, his masturbating earlier did nothing to calm him down because his briefs were fighting for their life trying to contain a fully hard dick. It was so big that I could see every detail of it even through the fabric. The veins, head, thickness, it was like a detailed pin art of his dick.

I swallowed loudly. I needed to enjoy every single moment of this.

I slowly moved my hands and touched his muscles first just to gauge if he was a light sleeper. Didn’t seem the type, but you never know. After a few moments of waiting with no reaction I went ahead.

Roaming my hands to every inch of skin I could, I could help but breathe heavily. I felt every muscle, vein, skin that was beautifully exposed to me. Even the parts I always wanted to touch like his biceps and abs.

Breathing in, I caught a strong scent coming out of him. The familiarity of it made me realize it was his musk. He must have worked out a bit before going to sleep.

That filled me with excitement.

I looked at his exposed armpit and leaned down towards it. I gave a big, strong whiff and was met with the most panty-dropping smell I’ve ever witnessed. He was so ripe and musky that it made me be even more moist than I already was. I’ve never smelled an orc before but I knew that this right here, was the smell of a true orc. Strong, poignant, and incredibly masculine.

Hunger hit me at full force. I dove in to his armpit and gave a big lick. The flavor of sweat and something earthy made my entire body quiver. Even if it wasn’t an entirely pleasant taste, it was to me and fuck, was it addictive. I kept licking and savoring his unique taste and letting it coat my palate. I heard him let out low grunts in his sleep, that gave me more motivation to continue.

After licking it for what felt like an hour, I separated myself from his armpit to breathe. And because I was now way too horny to ignore my insatiable lust. I looked towards his covered erection and quickly went to position myself behind it, my head between his legs and where I could see the rest of his body and face.

With inches away from his dick, I brought my head down and gave that covered wood a nice, opened kiss. I moaned so desperately feeling that hardness between my lips. I could have died happy right there. But I was just getting started. I continued kissing from the covered head to the base, really getting into the foreplay.

I looked up to see Eamon’s face and noticed he was breathing more heavily. His chest rose in rhythm with his breathing and his face was looked almost relieved. Having not had anyone touch him down there must have made him more sensitive.

Needing more, I went to the next step.

I grabbed the top part of his briefs and slowly started lowering it. I looked up to see if that would awaken him but thankfully, he stayed the same. Lower and lower I dragged it as his fully fledged dick was coming out. I was breathing even more heavily at this point.

And then it finally popped out, with testicles and all.

Once more I was hit with his sweaty musk and I drenched more of my pants. I was finally close to the thing I was obsessed over since I moved here. And it was magnificent.

I lowered myself to where his balls were and have a giant lick from there to all the way up his shaft until I reached the head. I couldn’t resist the slutty moan that came out my mouth. The intense salty flavor and tang hit my tongue. And I need more.

“Oh my god. How could mom not want more of this? You taste so fucking good.”

I whispered to no one, but inside I hoped that Eamon would hear me in his sleeping state. I licked some more like a dog before going down to the base and getting a nice whiff.

I moaned again, “If I was in her place, I would drain your cock everyday and beg for more. You’re just so fucking perfect.”

With my face so close to his balls, I quickly sucked one in and savored the taste of his giant eggs. My tongue roamed around those orbs with such loving care as my taste buds were singing praises. No doubt these bad boys had so much cum in them. Cum that I desperately craved and wanted. The salty, earthy taste spread throughout my mouth like fireworks, making me whine and beg for more. Eamon’s grunts grew louder, but he was still asleep. Which meant I could continue.

Those balls escaped from my lips with a wet pop as I licked my way up to the head of his dick. I grabbed it by the base and bat it to my opened tongue as I looked up at the sleeping muscular Adonis.

With lips close to the head I spoke, “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you. To taste you. To worship you. To have you. I could do everything my mom could and better just for you. Because that’s what you deserve. Please. Stretch my mouth wide open with your big, fat cock. Make me taste all of you and your thick orc cum. Put it all in me.”

And with that I went deep down.

I made sure to practice with my biggest so I could take all of him, but it was still a struggle. He was way bigger than all my toys and very much real. But I wasn’t gonna stop. I was gonna have all of him to prove to him, to myself, that I could do everything I said I could.

I took him halfway first, moaning as I felt that foreskin touch every angle of my mouth and throat. I went up and down repeatedly, both for getting used to his massive size and to taste him even more. Once I was more relaxed, I took more of him. I had to fight a little to get my throat to relax and take more of him. I couldn’t breathe but I felt the most alive and happy than I ever felt in that moment. Lower I went and somehow it felt easier. My body seemed to be accepting him slowly but surely. As it should.

I was closing my eyes just loving the feeling of his dick in my lips. My throat and mouth felt so stretched and full. Knowing that he was actually inside me was filling me with so much desire and perversion. It was part of what motivated me to continue taking more of him. Well, maybe a major part, but I doubt I would have done it with any of the other guys my mom brought home.

When I felt my lips touch a dead end, that’s when I opened my eyes. My eyes were directly staring at his pubic region. And that’s when I knew that I was deepthroating him.

I was so proud of myself on that moment. I was able to take all of him to the base. I doubted my mom ever did that!

Looking at his pubic area, I did notice that there were some very tiny hairs that were coming out from there. So that must mean he shaves. Important to know for later. But I had more important priorities.

I retreated myself until I had only the head on my mouth (also so I could breathe again) and dropped down once more. It was slow at first, getting used to it and all that, but once I got the rhythm I was speeding up. My moans and whines increasing as I continued my act of debauchery. Eamon changed to growling with his grunts and moving a little. At times it felt like he was thrusting up a bit to meet my bobbing head. His arms were also on different positions from the last time I saw them. His heavy breathing made his chest rise up, mesmerizing me.

The amount of pre that he was letting out kept getting bigger the longer I sucked in him. The flavor made my taste buds jump and send fireworks all over my body. I grew desperate. I bobbed my head faster and moaned louder. At that point, I didn’t care if I was caught. I wanted more of his intense taste. No doubt I looked like a dick-loving slut to anyone who saw me but I didn’t care. As long as I could taste Eamon for as long as I wanted, they could call me every name in the book.

Matching the rhythm, I rubbed my clit through my shorts along with my sucking and I heard his voice grunting harder and harder. He had to be close, so I kept going. I felt his dick pulse inside my mouth like a pump about to shoot out its liquids. Up and down, up and down I went. Faster and faster. Begging, pleading, for that delicious orc milk to hit my tongue.

And like a geyser, it happened.

With a rumbling grunt, Eamon finally released inside my mouth. The amount of force it shot out was like a shotgun. It attacked the back of my throat, almost making me wince but I kept sucking. My mouth was getting full of cum and I couldn’t swallow it fast enough so some ended up spilling out and running down his cock to his balls.

And he still kept going!

Eventually, the force was so much that it was practically pushing me off him. Once my lips disconnected from his cock, it continued to shoot in the air, landing on his abs, legs, and bedsheets. It was like a fountain. Slowly, the shots dwindled and his cock limped down, still hard but done shooting. Leaving behind a bounty of fresh cum all for me.

Still having said cum in my mouth, I swallowed all of it and gave a satisfied moan. THAT was the taste I was waiting for. The sticky, creamy taste that could only come from a hot cock. I never knew it could taste this good. I was so ready to cum just by eating it alone. But I had to hold on. I had to continue.

I looked at the still sleeping man and moaned out loud so wantonly, “Oh my god, you taste amazing! You tasted so much better than I thought you would’ve! Fuck, I want more! Need more! Your cum is just so fucking delicious, I could have it every day and never get tired of it!”

I leaned down to his cum-covered abs and began licking all over, picking up all the milk I’ve dropped. I just moaned and moaned along the way as my tongue traces along his hard body, continuing my milky feast. I moved from his abs to his legs and finally to his cock and balls, cleaning them up until nothing was left.

With my lips still touching his hard dick, I looked up at the heavy-breathing orc, “You’re so fucking hot, you know that? The second I first met you I wanted to climb you and ride you right then and there. And it’s only gotten worse. How could you get hotter every time I see you? And my mom is the one who gets to have you. It’s so unfair. But now I’m here. Having swallowed your cock and cum and wanting more.”

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I got up and practically tore my clothes off me. The second I was fully nude; I climbed up on top of him and rested on his hip. I grabbed his hard cock and placed it on my pussy, making that girth get between my lips.

I needy gasp was let out of my lips so loudly that I could’ve been mistaken for a hooker. I went up and down, feeling his thick, green tool massaging my folds and getting wet from the pre I was letting out. My pussy felt like a ravenous beast that couldn’t wait to take that cock. I pushed that monstrous meat hard onto my pussy as I moved a little faster, feeling the pressure and getting it even more wet.

Looking at it, I was filled with a desire I needed to quench, “Look at that cock. Fuck, it deserves to be worshiped. Deserves to be drained of all its cum. Let me be the one to do it. Take my pussy. Claim me. Pump all that hot orc cum inside me and don’t stop until you can’t shoot anymore.”

I moved up until his head was kissing my entrance. I swayed my hips, feeling that mushroom head rotate and rub against it, craving to get in. Screw protection. I needed it raw. I needed to feel it without a barrier. And I was gonna get it.

“Oh my god. I can’t take it anymore. I need it. I need you. Open me up. Please. Make me yours.”

I lowered myself. I felt the breach of his head go past the first layer. With what felt like a lock, my walls clung to every angle of that head as I went lower.

I couldn’t keep my eyes opened. The feeling of him stretching and entering me was so intense that all I could do was shut my eyes and let out gasp after horny gasp.

I just kept going lower. And I quickly noticed that this was nothing like my toys. Not even my biggest one which could put an ogre’s to shame. Eamon’s was SO much bigger and thicker. I had to stop at one point to catch my breath. I still couldn’t open my eyes. I refused to see how much I had left. I wanted to take all of him and if I saw how much more I had to go, I might’ve hesitated. So, after a couple of heavy breaths, I continued to lower myself.

I felt another breach happen after a minute where I felt it reach my stomach. My body was heating up feeling that monster go where none of my toys ever did. This was where I started moaning the loudest. Any use of being quiet was thrown out the window. This man already deflowered the deepest part of me. I didn’t care that he could wake up and stop me now. But by some miracle he didn’t. Was he THAT big of a heavy sleeper? I didn’t know if I should be glad or disappointed.

Loud unabashed moans increased as I went lower. My body on fire having to go through with my extreme desires. Until eventually, I felt the surface of his hip touch my now ridiculously stretched lips.

The pressure and pleasure I felt of finally taking all of him made me scream and cum so much that I ended up squirting. I’ve never squirted before so it definitely came as a surprise. It was a feeling that was so fierce yet at the same time felt like peeing. It was a little addictive.

After calming down, I managed to finally look down. To my shock and excitement, I saw my stomach bigger than how it was before. After placing my hand on it and pushing down, my theory and hope was confirmed. That was Eamon’s cock right there. Making me look like I was pregnant. Not that I could (born with a vagina but no reproductive organs) but the thought was still there.

I swayed my hips as I felt that massive piece of meat grind and stretch my inner walls which made me moan loudly once more. Not putting on a condom was the best choice. Feeling that skin touch my insides was magical, like it was meant to be. Like a lock and key.

A pleased groan hit my ears. I looked up at Eamon’s face. He had a more relaxed expression on his face. It almost looked like he had a hint of a smile too. He must have dreamt of getting pussy for months now because my mom neglected him, and now he has it. If only he was awake to see this.

I bit my lip, “Finally!~”

The whine I let out saying that was so submissive and twinky, I couldn’t help myself. I was feeling so many things I couldn’t help myself.

“Oooooh!~ You feel amazing inside me!~ You’re stretching me out so much!~ Your cock is hitting every single one of my walls!~ Oh my god!~”

I placed my hands on his stomach to steady myself, feeling his toned abs on my palms and fingers. I lifted myself up using my legs, feeling my stomach shrink from the absence. Once I felt that only the head was left, I lowered myself slowly again to the base.

I gave a broken moan while Eamon gave another groan. A big smile creeped to my face hearing our mixed sounds of pleasure.

“Yes!~ Oh, fuck yes!~ Fucking wreck my pussy!~ Ruin me from other guys!~ Mold my walls to your shape!~ I’m begging you!~”

I repeated the motion. Up and down, in and out. One second, I was empty and hungry, the other I was full to my stomach (quite literally) and in ecstasy. While I wanted to bounce on that cock like a hopper ball, I needed my body to get used to it. So, I made sure to go slow at first, even though it was killing me.

It was hard to keep my eyes opened but I needed to know that Eamon was feeling just as good as me. His mouth was wide open letting out groan and grunts every time I dropped all the way down. His brows were even close together. He would turn his head from side to side every once in a while. He looked like a man who was chained down, experiencing a pleasure he could not control.

Thinking I was ready for more, I started going faster. And, oh fuck. If I felt like my body was on fire before, it now felt like I was being struck by lightning.

I basically started wailing while I kept that new speed. I could feel that mushroom head strike my belly as if it wanted to get out. It was too much, yet I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t keep my eyes opened any longer and just focused on this feeling. My body was now possessed and it needed that new high more than anything.

Didn’t mean that I wasn’t vocal though.

“OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!~ MY PUSSY!!~ IT’S BREAKING!!~ I CAN’T!!~ AAAAHH!!~ I CAN’T GO BACK TO MY TOYS NOW!!~ OH FUCK!!~”

I felt it coming again. That sweet release that only this cock could give me.

“I’M CUMMING!!~ I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!~ AAAAAAAAHH!!!~ ”

If it weren’t for that magnificent cock blocking the way, I would have squirted out like a fountain. Instead, sprinkles and sprinkles of it would come out when I lifted myself from Eamon, landing on his stomach. My body was quivering and I couldn’t stop cumming. I knew I had to lift myself off his dick but I couldn’t bear to have it out of me. Instead, I just dropped all the way in and savored the feeling of me squirting over that green rod to his balls and bedsheets.

Once I stopped squirting, I gave a satisfied moan as I rotated my hips on that still hard dick. I still kept my eyes shut as I relished in the feeling of being full and, oh, so satisfied. Finally having Eamon’s dick in me was something I thought could never happen.

I let out a light laugh and sighed out, “Daddy~”

Next thing I knew, there was heavy movement below me. I could only gasp out in surprise as I was swiftly placed on my back close to the edge of the bed.

I looked up to find a heavy block of toned, green muscle over me. Because there was no light in the room, I could hardly see the details of the body but it was breathing in and out heavily.

And then I heard his growling voice.

“Such a naughty boy, taking advantage of me like that.”

I finally looked up at his face and froze. Even through the dark, I was able to see the face of a predator looking at his prey. Eamon’s eyes looked almost dilated as he looked at me in a way I’ve never seen before. A hunger. The look of a man who was starving and just found his all-you-can-eat buffet right in front of him. I felt my heartbeat race even more.

He continued, “You got really greedy. Didn’t you, baby boy?” That nickname made me moan and my body shiver. “You think you can just ride my cock and take what you want without me knowing about it? You think I didn’t want to see you take me and move and sound like a sex goddess on top of me? I think you deserve to be punished for that.”

He pulled out (which made me whine) until only his mushroom head was inside and chuckled.

“Now sing for me, baby boy.”

Suddenly my pussy was hit with a heavy thrust.

With eyes wide opened, I threw my head back and let out a screech loud enough to fill the entire house. That didn’t stop Eamon as he kept that harsh rhythm and had his way with me. Anyone who would pass by and hear my screams would think that I was getting murdered with how I sounded. And I was. But instead of a lethal weapon, it was a monstrous green shlong the size and width of my upper arm assaulting my pussy with no remorse or abandon.

And I was loving it.

Not five seconds into his assault and I was already cumming and squirting on that cock. Every time he pulled out, my cum was shooting out of my pussy like a water jet in a water show. And it kept happening. Every minute I would cum again from the pressure and pleasure. Fuck, I could fill a water tank with how much I was shooting.

My stomach was going through even more punishment. Now that I wasn’t in control, that dick was pounding my stomach like a drum and looking like a horror movie, ready to pop out of my belly at any moment. Yet to me, I couldn’t describe it but it all felt amazing.

Meanwhile Eamon was thrusting away, huffing and grunting like a bull, finally getting some pussy after so long. His face even showed it. He had a big grin and all that pent up sexual stress he was having before was melting away. Leaving behind a man that was having the time of his life.

I could only grip his bedsheets like a vice grip as my body was thrashing around like I was being possessed. My head was swinging around as I shrieked and cried out obscenely, my body was lifting itself up and moving side by side, my legs were the only ones that weren’t moving much but that was mostly because they were wrapped behind Eamon’s legs and refusing to let go.

As you could imagine, I couldn’t control the words coming out of my mouth.

“ AAAAAAAHH!!!~ OH MY GOD!!!~ OH FUCK!!!~ OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOD!!!~”

Eamon growled approvingly at my state, “Such a needy pussy! Taking all of my cock so nicely! This pussy was meant for taking a good fucking! Isn’t that right, baby boy!?”

I nodded my head frantically, “YEEEEES!!!~ OH MY GOD, YEEEEEES!!!~ ”

He huffed and gave an even stronger thrust, making me mix a scream with a gasp.

“Yes what!?”

I didn’t understand what he was asking, so I tried facing him with a questioning look. Which was hard giving how much of a pleasured state I was in.

He seemed to have understood though, “Come on, baby boy! You called me it already! Yes what!? I’m your what!?”

My brain wasn’t working properly so I couldn’t think of anything. But then he shifted his cock in a different angle which made me see stars.

I shouted out as if I was talking to the heavens, “ YES DADDY!!!~ ”

A happy growl hit my ear, “That’s right, baby boy! Daddy is fucking that pussy just the way you love it! Isn’t that right!?”

“YES DADDY!!!~ I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!~ PLEASE KEEP FUCKING ME DADDYYYYY!!!~”

Eamon lifted his head slightly and gave a nice groan, “Fuck, this is exactly what I needed! God, I missed this! Who knew I had the answer to my wishes right in my house!? And one who could take all of me! RRRRRRRGGH! Fuck, you’re so much better than your mother! She could barely take half of me! But you can take me to the hilt! You like that!? You like that you can please me more than your mom!?”

I nodded desperately as I came again hearing that, “YES DADDY!!!~”

He smiled, “Tell me how much you want my cock, baby boy!”

“ AAAAAAHH!!!~ I WANT IT!!!~ I WANT YOU DADDY!!!~ I WANT YOU TO ALWAYS WRECK MY PUSSY!!!~ MAKE ME ONLY WANT YOU!!!~ OH MY GOD!!!~ ” Came again. “I LOVE HOW BIG YOU ARE!!!~ YOU’RE FILLING ME UP SO GOOD!!!~ PLEASE!!!~ LET ME BE DADDY’S PERSONAL PUSSY!!!~ I’LL BE BETTER THAN MY MOM!!!~ FUCK ME WHENEVER YOU WANT!!!~ OWN ME!!!~ WRECK ME!!!~ FUCK ME!!!~ PLEASE DADDYYYYYY!!!~ ”

Bliss graced Eamon’s face as I squirted over his dick again, “Oh, baby boy! You’re MINE! Your pussy now knows my shape! It won’t settle for less! Only your daddy can please you now! Right!?”

Squirt. “YES DADDY!!!~”

He leaned down to my ear and gave it a lick, “Your mom has nothing on you! You’re so much fucking better than she ever was! I’ll be coming to you from now on! I’ll give you all the dick you want! I’ll gonna spoil you rotten, baby boy!”

I could feel happiness radiate all over me along with the pleasure, “THANK YOU DADDY!!!~”

Squirt.

“I’m gonna cum inside your pussy, baby boy! You’re gonna be filled with my cum! This will make you mine! You’ll belong to daddy now! You want that!? You want daddy to own you!?”

I nodded furiously, “YES DADDY!!!~ MAKE ME YOURS!!~ OWN MY PUSSY!!!~ FLOOD ME!!!~ I WANT DADDY’S CUM SO BAD!!!~ PLEASE!!!~”

He then covered my entire body with his and made slowly but harsher thrusts, “Daddy’s cumming, baby boy! Take daddy’s seed in your pussy! Be mine! HHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!! ”

Like a dam, torrents of Eamon’s milk shot inside me as strong as a fire hose. Within seconds, my body was being filled to the brim, making me give one last sky-piercing moan. I felt Eamon shake every time he pumped more into me. Every time he pulled out to give another slow but big thrust, I felt him shake and groan as more sperm coated my insides. At the same time, because it was so much, it would escape every time he pulled out. Meaning my lower half and his bedsheets were covered in his spunk.

While I couldn’t see it, I could feel my stomach becoming inflated. With the amount he was able to shoot and I was able to keep in, no doubt I looked at least six months pregnant.

It was the best feeling ever.

I moaned contently as Eamon stayed in position after his final big thrust. He was completely over me, still balls deep in me, sweaty and hot, and breathing just as heavily as I was. Our mixed musk was so thick, it’s a wonder how I never noticed it until now. But I didn’t care. In fact, I welcomed it with a big smile.

I did it.

I fucking did it.

I had sex with my stepdad. Hot, sweaty, rough, loud, mind-breaking, incredible sex. Something I dreamed of since the first day I saw him. And it was a thousand times better than how I could ever imagine it. And he was fucking loving it too!

Him waking up did catch me by surprise (which considering how loud I was, it SHOULDN’T have) but he didn’t throw me off. He didn’t scream at me. Nothing like that. He continued what I started and fucked me like it was his last day on earth. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.

After some minutes, I heard him chuckle in my ear, “Don’t think for a second we’re done.”

I could only jolt in surprised as he lifted me up effortlessly, turned us around, and placed me on top of one of his pillows. He then grabbed my ankles and spread me open like a turkey, all with a big smile on his face.

“Daddy still has weeks worth of milk to give you, baby boy. You started this, you’re gonna finish it. Right?”

My body should’ve been exhausted after all that. I was pumped full like a balloon, came who knows how many times, and my pussy was stretched so wide that a basketball could fit inside me. But instead of that, my body was shivering in delight and I could only bite my lower lip as I looked up at him with renewed lust.

“Yes daddy~”

His smile only grew, “That’s my boy.”

And a new round of fucking began. In fact, we went multiple rounds on that bed that had me in pure ecstasy. Eamon wasn’t kidding when he said he had weeks of cum still in him. And I was more than happy to take all of that from him.

Eventually I ended up losing consciousness after one of those rounds. And the next thing I knew, I was waking up in my room.

After looking around for about a minute, a part of me was thinking if I dreamed all of that. Wouldn’t have been the first wet dram I had of Eamon, but it was definitely the most graphic and real one I’ve felt. And as I was about to get out of bed, a familiar pain hit me on my lower region. I took off my bedsheets and my eyebrows rose.

There I saw my heavily pinked pussy with cum still coming out of it. My bedsheets were stained with some of the sperm I must have dropped while sleeping. I also noticed that my stomach was no longer inflated, which meant that Eamon must have pushed the majority of his cum out of me before putting me here. He might have tried to push all of it out of me but probably gave up after seeing that my pussy kept dripping his cum. What I wouldn’t give to have seen his face looking at that.

But it did cement in my brain one thing. Everything that happened was real. I did get my brains fucked by my hot stepdad. I did take all that orc cock in my pussy. And I couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear knowing that. The feeling of contentment and elation were so strong I could only laugh. All of this was literally a dream come true.

I picked up some of the cum spilling out of me with my fingers. The light brush I gave my pussy sent a light pain along my body but, god, did it also feel so good. Failing to fight back a moan, I brought it to my mouth for a nice taste and moaned as the familiar tang of Eamon hit my tongue. Still as delicious as yesterday.

But I wasn’t gonna stop there.

I needed more of him. I needed to feel that cock of his pounding my pussy every day. I wouldn’t be satisfied with just last night now that I got a taste. And from the way he acted, neither did Eamon. And that thought made me grin.

Getting up, I started getting my clothes ready. I knew my life was gonna forever change now. And I couldn’t wait to see what will happen. Especially with my hot orc stepdaddy.