When everyone found out that Cassie was pregnant, it was no surprise. But speculation did immediately commence about who the father might be. She was already four months gone when the news broke, so everyone was counting back, trying to figure the most probable suspects. Strangely enough, Cassie was, too.
One possibility was Mike "Big Dick" Farrow, who had dated her briefly in the waning days of Summer, and another was an older guy who had bought her a lot of expensive stuff around the same time. Cassie thought back to the last time she had let Mike Farrow fuck her. Yes, it had been at his house with his mom and dad home. He and she had gone down to the basement and seen a pile of dirty clothes on the floor by the washing machine.
"Let's do it right here!" he had told her, pointing at the pile.
That's when he freed his "little monster" from his pants and held it up for her. She remembered how weak she felt looking down at it, until finally she reached out and gripped it by the gland. Two minutes later it was buried to the hilt in her cunt and she was reaching around for something to brace herself against as Mike went at her in a very workman like way. The fucking had only lasted for five minutes at best so she knew Mike's balls had been bursting. She had even had to cover his mouth with her hand as he came for fear his parents might hear. She also recalled her panties being soaked with his cum to the point that she had to wash them in the sink when she got back home.
Yes, Mike could very well be the one. But Warren Bradley had also fucked her that same week in the back seat of his Hummer. She remembered he had tried to pull out but had lost discipline and withdrawn a bit too late. And then he had re-entered her anyway to enjoy her tightness all he could so it was all for naught. For this reason he was still a possibility and actually the one she hoped it was since he was well-off in life.
She didn't tell her mother and father until her belly started to show and things were past correcting. Her father called her a dirty whore and her mother only cried. But Cassie couldn't help her nature and the feelings that cocks gave her. She had lost her virginity at twelve, afterall. And she had always had a thing for passive submission. So when a guy started in on her sexually, she quickly lost all will and energy to resist. She loved the sensation of having her legs pushed up and spread wide and she would always gasp at the moment the throbbing prick breached her impatient hole. She had even experimented with her brother a few times recently. But when Cassie remembered this, her mind seized in panic. What if he was...? No! It wasn't possible she told herself. Afterall, he was still trying to impregnate his wife without success. No, it was Warren or Mike.
A few months later when her pregnancy became obvious to casually observers, Mike approached her in the parking lot of the school on her way to her car.
"Hey!" he said to her in a whisper, "It's not mine, is it?"
"I don't know." she told him flatly.
His mind turned for a moment.
"So who?"
"Don't know."
This seemed to trouble him and then excite him.
"Hey, let's go have lunch at my house!" he invited.
Cassie knew what this meant.
"I don't think I..."
"Sure you can! Come on, I'm starving! Leave your car here."
With this she closed her door and let Mike lead her away to his Mustang. In the car next to him she started to have those weak feelings again as she realized what his intentions were. He reached over and put his hand on her popping stomach as he drove.
"Shit! That's big!" he said as he rubbed.
Cassie smiled and felt her energy drain. She already saw herself on the floor with his thick shaft plowing into her. It was going to happen and there was nothing she could do about it.
When they got to his house his mother was home and Cassie had to somehow make it through all the pleasantries and greetings even though her body was pleading for quick, rough objectification. And, of course, the question came up.
"So when are you due?" Mike's mother asked.
"In June."
She saw immediately that his mother too was making calculations. She prayed that that would be the last question, but it wasn't.
"So who's the proud father?" his mother continued.
There was a long silence.
"Oh, he's overseas in the military. I met him online." Cassie replied.
"Oh... okay. Well congratulations!"
"Thanks!"
"She's just here to pick up some stuff..." Mike told his mother as he rushed Cassie down the hall to his room.
After he closed the door, Mike immediately started pulled off Cassie's maternity blouse and then her bra. Cassie lifted her arms to accommodate him.
"Holy fuck! You are so fucking sexy!" he blurted as his hands moved up over her stretched belly to her rock hard tits.