Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Bad Apple (mf+, preg)
Date: 26 Oct 1995 23:22:19 GMT

			      Appleseed
				  or
		    I Guess That's Poetic Justice

	I knew I'd used this one up the moment she got in the car.
She was too quiet and when I leaned over to kiss her she wasn't real
enthusiastic about it. I shrugged and pulled away from the curb. I
didn't need a scene in front of her parent's house.

	"So," I said, "what do you want to do tonight? You want to eat
or see a movie first, or should we just go right to my place?" She
burst out crying. Yeah, this one was history. I pulled over and turned
on the concern. "What is it? Shelly, what's wrong?"

	"Oh, Joey," she sobbed, "Joey, I - I think I'm pregnant!"

	"What?!" I feigned surprise, "But, Shelly, that's impossible!"

	"That's what you said!" she wailed. "But my period's almost a
whole week late, and it's never been this late before! Oh, Joey, what
am I going to do?" She fell sobbing into my arms. Hey, I thought, I
might be able to get one more fuck out of this babe. It won't be as
much fun, but, hell, a lay is a lay.

	"Shelly," I whispered, "listen. Let's talk this out at my
house. I know you're upset, but it's not that bad. It could even be a
good thing, I promise, but we can't talk here in the car. I have to
concentrate on driving, okay? Now you sit up and please don't worry. I
hate to see you so upset."

	"O-Okay, Joey," she sniffed as I pulled out and drove to the
apartment. Except for a couple of sniffles, she kept silent until we
walked through the door. I went to the kitchen to get us drinks and
she hit the couch and started blubbering again. I came over with the
two glasses of limeade. I love limeade. The tartness hides the taste
of the pills and these high-school babes think it tastes like that
because it's not lemonade.

	I sat next to her and wrapped my arms around her. She sobbed
into my neck, and her jiggling tits pushing into my chest started
getting me hot. Like I wasn't already, right?

	"Ssh, now, Shelly," I said soothingly.

	"B-but I'm ruined, Joey, ruined! I'm not even out of high
school, I can't have a - a b-uh - buh - " She went back to wailing
uncontrollably.

	"But, Shelly, Shelly, don't you know what this means?" I
pulled her back and lifted her head. "Shelly, this is a miracle! It
means the doctors were wrong! Don't you know what joy you've brought
me if it's really true? Shelly, I never thought I'd ever hear the
words, `my baby', and now you're telling me this miracle is true? Oh,
Shelly, I love you so much!" I hugged the bitch for all I was worth.

	"But I - I - " She sounded a bit confused by this turn of
events, which, of course, was what I wanted.

	"Listen, Shelly, we'll get married right away, as soon as my
parents get back from Europe. We'll get you out of that stupid public
school and you can go to school with me. Don't worry, there are always
pregnant girls there and everybody's okay with that. You'll have lots
of new friends, and your old friends will be jealous as hell. We can
live at the apartment on Oakland Drive, and when it's time for you to
quit school, we'll get a nurse to take care of you."

	"But Joey - "

	"What `but'?" I looked her straight in the eye. "Shelly, do
you love me?"

	"Oh, Joey. More than anything in the whole world!"

	"And I love you, so it's settled. Oh, Shelly, you don't know
how happy you've made me." I gave her the mother of all kisses and,
sure enough, she started getting hot. Works every time. Throw money
and power at `em and they'll be eating out of you hand. Out of your
lap, actually.

	I started to lean into her, my tongue in total possession of
her mouth, and moved my hand up under her tit and cupped it. She
gasped into my throat. I laid her down on the couch and she gave me no
resistance whatsoever when I started unbuttoning her blouse. I freed
her mouth and kissed and licked down her throat and into the cleavage
her bra created between her breasts. As she softly moaned, I slipped
off the couch, picked her up into my arms and, still nipping at her,
carried her off to "my room."

	"Oh, Joey, no, we shouldn't," she panted as I laid her onto
the bed. What was this, habit? This was the same game she always
played. This time, though, I deflected that bullshit a lot quicker.

	"Shelly," I said tenderly as I undid her bra, "what difference
does it make now? You're carrying my baby. I need you, Shelly, just
like our baby will need the milk from your breast." I tossed the bra
aside and I bent to nip at one of her nipples, pushing her back onto
the bed. Yep, they were a lot darker and fuller than they used to be.
No doubt it, I'd knocked her up good. When I drill `em, I do it right.

	While I sucked and nibbled at her tits, my hands were busy
loosening her skirt from her quivering hips. I kissed down to her
belly, pulling the waist of her skirt down. "Oh, Shelly," I sighed,
"is it here? Is my baby really growing here? Here in my wife's belly?"

	That got her. "Your baby," she moaned, "your wife." I lifted
her bottom and slipped off her skirt and panties. I quickly threw off
my T-shirt and slacks. I never wear jeans because they're too hard to
get off quickly. Underwear? Give me a break!

	I kneed her legs apart and stuck my tongue into her pussy. I
don't really like face-fucking, but you do what you have to do. I'm
good at it, though. A couple of licks, a nip or two and a little
sucking always gets them creamy. This one never took much effort,
though, and tonight she was bucking into my mouth before I even got to
her clit.

	I slid up her body, crushing my chest against her tits. I love
the feeling of firm young tits mashed up against me. My cock poked up
between her pussy lips and I pushed down hard into her. She was still
as tight as she was when I took her cherry a couple of weeks ago. Her
breath caught when I stuck her, just like it always did, but I
hammered in so hard this time that she squeaked! I was going to miss
this one. But not much.

	I decided not to waste time and started fucking her good. I
pulled her legs apart and threw them over my shoulders, then I grabbed
her hips, pulled her bottom up and really gave it to her, pounding my
hips down, spiking into her again and again. She started grunting and
squealing at the reaming I was giving her. Right away her pussy
started spasming on my meat. I love it when they're tight and they
come. This one comes a lot.

	I was banging away into her, crushing her into the mattress,
and she was screaming like a banshee, when the burning in my balls
began. Usually I hold off as long as I can, not just because it feels
so good when I let go, but then it really shoots in deep. I figure
this time though that I can't make her any more pregnant, so I just
let loose.

	I love it when they feel me come, and I make sure they do. I
give them one last, deep thrust, pressing my cock into them as far as
I can, then I keep it dug in while my prick pumps away inside them.
These tight pussies feel every spurt and it drives them apeshit. This
one's no exception. She shrieks even louder when she feels my cock
start jerking inside her. What makes is really good is that then the
babes start orgasming over and over, milking the cum right out of me
and sucking it deeper into the womb.

	When my spurts began to get weaker, I started thrusting into
her again. It drives the cum deeper, and it makes the babes crazy
because they thought it was over and it ain't. When she started
spasming on my prick again, I quit and collapsed on top of her,
feeling her pussy walls grabbing tight at my cock, pulling out every
last drop of my cum. Shit, it's no wonder she's pregnant. She didn't
have a chance, she was born to breed.

	I lay there panting, my hips still twitching a bit, trying to
catch my breath and the bitch started hugging me. "Oh, Joey, Joey, I
love you so much. You'll take good care of me, I know you will!"

	Jesus, I hate this part. All I want to do is sleep or eat or
do anything else at all but be with this babe, and she wants to
"cuddle." It's easier at the beginning, when I can do it four or five
times at a stretch to the same babe. For sure, this one's used up. I
got to get rid of her. Now.

	I gave her a squeeze. "Yes, love," I cooed, "I will.
Forever." I kissed her on the forehead. "And the first thing I'm going
to do is take you home. You've got to get more rest now. You're
sleeping for two, you know." I flashed her that always-perfect boyish
grin of mine and she bought it.

	We got dressed and I drove her home. I kissed her tenderly and
told her I couldn't see her the rest of the weekend because of some
service work I was doing for my church, but I'd call her as soon as I
could. She got out of the car and I drove away.

	I started listing the things I had to do. It wasn't actually
much this time. The apartment's rent was almost up; I'd just let it
lapse. So the only real thing to do was to get a new car. And a new
identity. Both are easy to get when you have as much money as I do.

	I make an obscene amount of money for doing almost nothing at
all and, no, I'm not going to tell you what I do. Suffice it to say
that I've got a hell of a lot more money than I know what to do with.
A lot of people in this situation (and you'd be shocked to know how
many people have this "problem") end up blowing it on drugs. Well,
maybe this is a kind of drug, too.

	Yeah, I could buy just about any woman I wanted, but the women
I want and the way I want them are very hard to find on the market.
Besides, you can never be sure you're getting what you paid for. My
way, I know what I'm getting.

	And they're so damn easy to get. I'm twenty-two, but I easily
pass for seventeen, and I'm average-looking. I can blend into any
group of teenagers. People move around so much these days that a "new
kid" doesn't even rate a second look anymore. And the one kind of
group that'll welcome you with open arms are church groups. There's a
hell of a lot of churches in the Los Angeles area and so much hatred
between denominations that I could go from church to church until I
was ninety and never be found out.

	There's a lot of high schools, too. I usually scout around at
school functions like sports events and fund-raisers, looking for
plain-dressed groups of girls. Not the real pretty ones or the real
hip ones, but the average ones. The lonely ones. The hungry ones. Then
I watch. If none of the good-looking guys talk to any of them, I've
found my pigeons. Then I ask around about them. Sometimes I don't even
have to go the holy-roller route and I can wriggle my way into their
group, into their hearts and finally into the hungriest one's pants.

	The real secret is in the waiting. If I'm just in the mood for
a quickie, I can easily find a virgin babe and pump her the same
night. That's the way I started out, but it left too much up to
chance. Too scatter shot. I wouldn't know if I was going to get any
results. No, you got to play a waiting game. Get to know your mark.
Find out when she's the most fertile, then make your move.

	My all-time favorite is still the twins. Sometimes you can
caress your load up her snatch, sometimes you have to be more
forceful. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if I'd gone
one way with a particular slit instead of the other. The great thing
about the twins was that I had it both ways.

	They were in a church group, of course. This time I was Jerry
and I lived with my dad, who was never home. I was mad at him for
leaving mom and moving to L.A., and I was mad at her for recently
sending me to live with him. I was so pathetic that they all loved me
instantly.

	They were called Julie and Judy and they were perfect.
Identical from their hairstyles down to the curve of their butts, they
were short with big boobs and wide hips. Most guys go for the reedy
athletic blondes. Been there, done that. Most of `em are so self-
centered they couldn't throw a good fuck if their lives depended on
it. The buxom babes might not do somersaults, but they're hornier than
hell and fuck like bunnies. I'll do a chunky girl over a skinny one
any day. Not gross but, you know, ample.

	They were perfect in temperament, too. They spent all their
free time at the church. They didn't have real lives. They were shy
unless you talked to them about your problems or something religious.
Then they got real animated. Needless to say, I went on about how
pathetic I was. They ate it up.

	All I had to do was separate them. I figured out early on that
Judy was the more insecure of the two. I proceeded to make her jealous
of her sister. Just before it was time to go, I engaged Julie in a
deep conversation full of bullshit while Judy was talking with another
of their friends and then I suggested we continue at a coffee shop.

	"Of course," Julie said, "let me get my sister, and we'll go."

	"Oh, gee," I said, "I don't know. I just opened up to you. I
don't think I'd be comfortable talking about it with your sister
there."

	She got the hint, and we ended up in the coffee shop and Judy
went home alone. The next night at the church I took Judy aside and
told her that I thought it was her I was talking to instead of Julie.

	"I'm real sorry I made that mistake, Judy. I should have know
better, because you really are more empathic than your sister."

	"I am?"

	"I figured it out in the coffee shop, though."

	"You did?"

	"Yeah. She really didn't understand, and I knew you would."

	"She didn't?"

	That night I took Judy to the coffee shop without her sister
and we talked for hours. At that point she was hooked. All I had to do
was reel her in.

	I started taking Judy out to the mall and to the movies,
making sure there was always an excuse not to take Julie, and not a
moment too soon. It was only a couple of days later, she and her
sister both started menstruating. I can tell right away, the scent is
unmistakable. At that point I knew I had less than two weeks to set it
up.

	The subject came up easily enough. This time I'd rented a
whole furnished house with a pool and a fireplace. We'd stopped there
on the way to the mall to get a tape and ended up on the couch
drinking "limeade" and talking about church teachings and marriage.

	"My mom says the church broke up her marriage," I said.

	"What?" Judy was incredulous. This was far outside her realm
of comprehension. "Why does she say that?"

	"She told me that it was because she was a virgin on her
wedding night and she didn't know how to please my dad."

	"Your mom told you that?" she asked, wide-eyed.

	"Uh-huh. She told me a lot of things about their marriage."

	"Like what?" Clearly, she was interested.

	"Like a lot of things," I muttered, looking into my lap.
C'mon babe, pull it out of me.

	"Jerry, you can talk to me," she coaxed. "I promise I won't
tell a soul."

	"Not even your sister?" I asked anxiously.

	"Not even my sister," she agreed.

	"Okay." I took in a deep breath. "I've never told anyone
this." I hesitated, then went for the burn. "I had sex with my mom."
Her mouth dropped open. "She made me," I quickly added, "I didn't want
to. She told me that she didn't want what happened to her to happen to
me. She said there was stuff I needed to know to please a woman. She -
she taught me stuff."

	Judy listened, frozen, and when I got to the bull about being
"taught" her knees ever so slightly pushed in together. God, I'm
good.

	"Wow," was all she said.

	"And what I'm afraid of is that I'll never have a decent
relationship with a woman."

	"She `taught you stuff'?" Judy asked.

	"Oh," I began to cry, "it's all so ugly!" I began sobbing, and
leaned slightly toward her. She took the cue and put her arms out. I
fell into them. Did I mention that I love the feeling of firm young
tits mashed into my chest?

	"It's okay, it's okay," she soothed. I continued sobbing into
her neck. My right hand slipped behind her and softly and rhythmically
I pressed against the small of her back. My left hand "just naturally"
fell into her lap. As I "cried", I very slightly rocked her back and
forth, making her thighs rub featheringly against the back of my left
hand. Before too long she was moving on her own, unconsciously
tightening and loosening her thighs, my hand slowly falling in between
them.

	"Oh, Judy," I sniveled, "I knew you'd understand and wouldn't
think bad of me." I pulled my head up and stared at her face. Her eyes
looked up at me, the image of concern and empathy. I decided to go for
the initial pitch. I leaned down and kissed her.

	I always start out real innocent at first. It's a very
delicate point in the attack. I mashed my lips against hers, and when
she didn't resist at all, I pressed the tongue in. There was no
hesitation in her at all, not even a muscle shiver. I pulled her to me
and my left hand dove toward her slit.

	But only for the merest split-second. I suddenly let her go
and jumped off the sofa. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Judy. I didn't mean
to - I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I - "

	"Jerry, it's okay," she said, a little out of breath, "I
understand. It's okay, really." She got up and stood next to me. "As a
matter of fact, it was really nice." As she said it her thighs
shivered. She wasn't just talking about the kiss.

	"O-okay, it's just - I don't want to - " I looked down. "To
lose you." I looked back up. "Listen, can we go now? I - I don't think
I want to talk about it anymore, okay?"

	"Sure," she said and took my hands in hers, "but listen,
Jerry, if you ever want to talk about it again, I'll always be there
for you. Always." She kissed me on the forehead.

	Bingo. She's taken the bait. Now all I had to do was reel her
in. And I would. I'd bag her in just less than two weeks.

	We saw each other every day. Sometimes Julie was with us and
I'd be sure to pay her attention, almost as much as I gave to Judy,
but I made sure Julie understood that it was Judy I was interested in
and made sure Judy and I got to talk to each other alone for a while
even when Julie was there. Julie, of course, made like she was happy
for Judy, but I knew it was eating her up. On rare occasions, Julie
got stuff that Judy didn't, but it never happened the other way
around. Julie couldn't handle it, and I planned to use that.

	We were getting more physical with each other, too. It seemed
all so "innocent" on the surface. We'd hug and peck at each other
almost all the time we were together, oh so friendly-like, but it was
getting her hot. Like I said, I've got a nose for that kind of thing.
She'd start wetting herself especially when we'd talk. Judy and I
talked about everything, but she always wanted to get back to "The
Subject." She was creaming to know what "my mom" and I did together,
what she "taught" me. I gave her little drips and drabs along the way,
but I saved most of it for the pool party.

	I called her on the afternoon. I figured she would start her
fertile period and told her I'd just gotten off the phone with my mom
and I was real upset and could she come over. I told her to tell her
folks that a few of my friends were coming over to my place to swim in
my pool. She said her folks were starting to make noises that she and
I were seeing too much of each other, but she'd be right over. This
was working out even better than I'd planned. The idea was to make her
sister jealous, but nothing makes a teenage slit swallow your cock
faster than her folks telling her not to see you.

	When she got there I was already in my swim trunks. Right away
she noticed my cock bulging in my pants, but she tried to make like
she didn't notice, except of course she kept staring at it while her
breath got shorter and kept unconsciously licking her lips. I gave her
a glass of limeade and suggested she change and we'd talk in the pool.

	When she came out she was wearing the bikini I'd bought her.
It was pretty clear by the way she was walking that she'd never worn
anything that revealing before, but she smiled when I told her how
good it looked on her.

	"So, uh, what did your mom have to say?" she asked, getting
into the water and coming up next to me.

	"Oh, you know, the usual stuff, how's dad, how's school, do I
want to move back in with her so we can fuck like rabbits."