Under the Stars and Stripes (Under Him)

I never told him about Matt. We had already broken up when I found out I was pregnant. I could have gone after him for child-support, but we were already broken up and keeping the baby had been my decision. Besides, we were doing fine. My parents were there for me, which is more than some girls could say, and I had Amy who helped not only with childcare, quickly becoming ‘Auntie Amy’ to Matt’s mind but with work.

Most of the work that I had after graduating came from her and people she knew. Amy Apab vouching for me was all most of them needed to give me a commission. She was already a known and trusted figure, having been in the independent arts and publishing scene since before she could vote.

Still, I wondered what might have been. The three of us as a little family, living in a nice place downtown where I could walk to my office and Kingsley could go to his lab, or work from home or however he managed the magic he created. Meeting at home for a bit of family dinner cooked by Kingsley and Matt. Kingsley was always an excellent cook and Matt was becoming one. Despite the two never having met and Kingsley not even knowing that Matt existed, our little boy was very much his father’s son.

I wasn’t even exactly sure how it happened. I understood the biology well enough, but we were always so careful. Even though birth control made me feel like hell and there weren’t always condoms on hand, Kingsley was so careful never to cum inside me, even though sometimes I really wanted him to.

I was curious to know what it would be like to have his hot, thick, massive load, which always felt and tasted so good going into my mouth, and occasionally my ass, would be like filling up my pussy. The weirdest thing was that when it happened, which it would have to for me to get pregnant, I had apparently missed the whole thing because I couldn’t for the life of me remember it. All I could think was it happened that time on the road.

Kingsley came down to get me for spring break as we always did. We had been in college for two years at that point and had been fucking fairly regularly. His parents didn’t mind at all, being secular humanist types. Mine didn’t really know, or if they did, they didn’t say anything.

Near as I could figure, they recognized I was an adult and able to make my own decisions. Mom had pretty much stopped believing in Hell as an actual place when John Paul II gave the game away back in the 1990s. I seriously doubt that my dad ever believed it at all, which only stood to reason given his job.

Kingsley and I were driving back up to West Point to spend the 4th of July weekend at his place. Not at the college, the dorms were too expensive, and he also didn’t like sharing much. He had his own place in town. It was only one room but was comfortable and very much him. Much of the apartment resembled a mad scientist’s lab. The giant robot and death-ray type.

It was a relatively short drive there from Manhattan, but we hit traffic and were only halfway to West Point when the urge struck. My pussy got super wet and tender and I could barely keep from squirming in my seat. Kingsley was well aware, as he always seemed to be about such things, and had reached over and stroked me. Eyes on the road, other hand still on the wheel as he gently brought me to orgasm.

While it had taken care of the initial ache in my pussy, I still had a furious hunger in me that only his cock could quell. I needed to be fucked and I needed it right then. It was getting dark, so Kingsley pulled off into a rest stop. It was the naughtiest thing I had ever done in my life, but I was far too horny to care. Kingsley barely had time to get his beautiful cock out of his pants before I had pounced on it. Sucking and licking like I would die if I didn’t get his cum soon. Which was actually how I felt at the time. I was still only 20 and full of hormones and burning lust. It can make reality go a little wonky.

His precious load filled my mouth and I swallowed it down like a good girl. To be honest, I was really more of a cock monster and a cum addict but always tried not to be too dirty about if such a thing was possible. I always used my hands and made eye contact, doing my very best to get all his sweet cum into my mouth and down my throat and not just because I fucking loved it so much.