Pregnancy tests & Roadhead

Mikaella

The only thing she knew for certain was that she couldn’t stay here. If she stayed she would want to ask Kristine for advice, and that would mean confessing that she was pregnant out of wedlock. Just like mom.

Besides, she had a good idea what Kristine would want her to do, and Mikaella wasn’t ready to make that call yet. Plus, there was no way anyone in her family could keep a secret like that.

If the family knew I was pregnant, and then I didn’t keep it…

Mikaella didn’t even want to think about how they might react. She couldn’t take that risk, she had to act like there was absolutely nothing wrong. She grabbed a pillow off the bed and screamed into it until her lungs were empty and burning. When she threw it down, she saw the wet spots where her eyes and lips had met the pillow formed a crude face, like her screams were locked into the fabric. She slowed her breathing, stifled her tears, blew her nose, washed her face in the ading bathroom sink, and checked her appearance in the bathroom mirror. Thankfully, since she wasn’t wearing makeup, there was no real evidence that she’d been crying besides some redness to her eyes, which she covered up with sunglasses.

She grabbed her overnight bag and went back downstairs.

“Everything okay? I thought I heard yelling.” Kristine stopped fussing with Daniel’s hair, looked over to Mikaella and noticed her bag. “Oh, heading out already?”

“Yeah, gotta get going. There’s some stuff I have to do. Like, right now.”

Kristine pouted theatrically and dangled her son at eye level, “Awwww, you hear that, Daniel? Your auntie’s a very busy girl, yes she is!” She looked back to Mikaella, “Some other time then. Want me to give you a ride back?”

Mikaella shook her head, “I’m good, thanks. See you later.”

“Alright. Next time then. Say ‘bye Mikaella!’”

Daniel just giggled adorably while Kristine waved his arm for him.

It was unbearably cute, cuter than Mikaella could stand for another second. She gave Kristine a curt “Bye,” and was out the door before she could be slowed down by any more polite small talk or adorable baby babbling. By the time Mikaella’s shoes touched the sidewalk, her mind was already a million miles away.

What if the doctors fucked up the test? They probably fuck up all the time! I need to get a second opinion.

She marched straight into the nearest drugstore and bought a box of pregnancy tests, but had to check four more stores before she found a public restroom. She ripped the box open, skimmed the instructions, hiked down her shorts, and tried one of the tests.

Positive.

She tried another one.

Also positive.

Come one, third time’s the charm…

Still positive.

“Fuck!”

Mikaella chucked the rest of the box into the trash and ran outside. Halfway down the block, she saw a boba shop and went in to order a large drink just so she could get one of those big, fat straws to suck on. It was a poor substitute for Alkim’s magic dick, but she was willing to try anything that might help clear her mind.

Sucking a straw did jack shit.

Then her phone vibrated again.

If it’s about that fucking survey again I’m gonna kill them!

It wasn’t the survey: Alkim had finally texted back.

Mikaella’s heart skipped a beat.

Alkim: Hey!
Alkim: Just finished a run
Alkim: Sorry I didn’t reply Saturday night
Alkim: I ed out like right after my last message
Alkim: Didn’t wake up until 4pm yesterday
Alkim: And I had to rush straight into something else
Alkim: loool
Alkim: It’s a crazy story
Alkim: To crazy to text it all
Alkim: Where are you btw?
Alkim: Can I come pick you up?

This was her water in the desert, her relief from torment, her Hail Mary. Still, she hesitated.

What the hell do you even say to your man after you saw him sucking breastmilk from your housemate’s massive udders in his sleep, AND you just found out you’re carrying his child?! What would Dr. Phil say???

She had no idea, yet even the mere suggestion of getting back to Alkim was enough to set her off. Her skin flushed with heat, her thighs squeezed together, while her mouth and pussy wetted for a dick that wasn’t even present. Her mind was already clouded, her emotions cranked up to eleven, and now she was maddeningly horny on top of everything else.

She needed answers; she needed comfort; she needed that magic dick in her mouth.

Without further debate, she texted Alkim her location, and he immediately replied that he would be there in a few minutes. So, she waited in front of the boba shop, sucked on her straw and tried not to cry.

Six and a half minutes later, as promised, Alkim’s convertible pulled up in the empty space in front of Mikaella’s table. Without wiping her face, she hurriedly opened the enger side, slid into the low seat, and slammed the door behind her.

“Maaaan, you’re not going to believe wha—hey, is something wrong?”

The moment she locked eyes with him, two days of mounting cock lust, and one thousand years’ worth of relationship drama spilled out like water from a broken dam.

“IS SOMETHING WRONG?! You said we would record something when you got back! You said you would text me back! You promised I could blow you! Then I find you sleeping with Vicky AND Kate! Oh yeah! KATE WAS BREASTFEEDING YOU! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?”

For the first time in weeks, Mikaella found herself short of breath.

Alkim just sat there with raised eyebrows, processing her tirade for several seconds before letting out a simple, “Wow.”

“Wow? That’s all you have to say? WOW?!”

“Okay, damn! I just didn’t know Kate did that… while I was sleeping.”

“Seriously?! The hell you didn’t know!” Oh my god! He said she asked him for sperm before! Shit! “Wait! Is that why Kate’s tits got so fucking fat! Did you seriously knock her up! I’ve been-MMFH!”

Before Mikaella could fire off an artillery barrage of questions, Alkim wrapped his strong, sweaty forearms around her back and pulled her body tightly against his own. The sudden, jerking motion caught her off-guard, and her hands instinctively tried to push against his chest. Yet she was instantly sapped of all resistance the instant their lips made .

His tongue slipped past her defenses with ease, while his hands wiped her face clean of any remaining tears, simultaneously mixing his scent into every breath she took.

Mikaella’s surprised yelp cooled into affectionate purring, and her body sagged against his muscular frame. She tried to hold onto her emotions, to her righteous anger, but the fury, confusion, jealousy, and sadness all fell from her mind, replaced by the usual mixture of calm and lust that Alkim always seemed to bring.

She started to reciprocate, kissing him back with feverish need, leaning into him, groping the skin under his sweaty tank top. They stayed locked together swapping spit for what seemed like hours before Alkim abruptly pulled away, releasing the dumbstruck Filipina with a wet “pop” before casually wiping his lips clean on the back of his hand. Without his , Mikaella sagged back into her seat.

“Feel better now?” Alkim asked while paying more attention to his side view mirrors.

“Mhm,” she sighed, flying high as a kite. Alkim had smothered all her feelings and questions oh so easily. Even the weight of the baby she carried faded away like a dream.

“Good. Seatbelt, please.”

She didn’t put on her seatbelt, but Alkim started driving home anyway, filling the silence with his recounting of last Saturday night.

“I’m really sorry you walked in on that last night without any context. That must have been pretty… shocking. And I’m sorry I didn’t text you back until today: I probably did that ADHD thing where I accidentally clear all my notifications without reading the messages, then forget about them. Or I was just too wasted.” He raised his fingers as if to say “whoops” without taking his palms off the wheel. “Either way, my bad. Things got so crazy that night, you wouldn’t believe it. I’m not even sure where to begin…”

He just… forgot?

Alkim’s carelessness should have been infuriating… but Mikaella just couldn’t seem to get mad at him. The pressure was all gone, that valve couldn’t blow again. Still, the absence of anger left room for other feelings. The kiss had helped to calm her down, but like eating a snack after a long fast, it only reminded her of how hungry she was.

The calm that washed over her had also washed away any concerns she may have once held about public indecency laws. Without ever deciding to, her body began to lean down over the center console, lowering her head to his crotch. Her well-practiced hands reached for the half-hard cock in his shorts, as if it already expected this move.

Alkim twitched in surprise, but caught on almost as quickly as his dick. “Really? Right now? Can you just wait a few minutes?”

She didn’t say anything, just tugged his elastic shorts and underwear down to free her prize. Once she pulled them partway down his dick slipped up and out, waving back and forth like it was saying “hello.”

I missed you too!

“Uh, Mikaella?” He waved a hand in front of her face. “Hello? Seriously, are you okay?”

She heard him but replying was not a priority for her, not with his dick occupying her entire field of vision, the tip already glistening with her favorite and apparently-sperm-filled fluid. Two days without it had been pure agony, an agony she resolved to never endure again. But now it was here, and it was all hers.

She opened her mouth wide, dropped her head, and inhaled the upper third of that dick in one fluid motion. Her lips sealed shut, while her tongue coiled around his girth like a Boa constrictor.

“Oooohhh, goddaaamn, girl… You know I love this enthusiasm, but could you give me more of a warning next time?”

She continued to ignore his words, sliding her mouth further down, past the halfway point, and brought her right hand around to jerk him off from the base.

The dual stimulation was almost too much for Alkim. “Oh, fuck! Mikaell-AH!” He bucked up into her mouth, bashing his cockhead into the opening of her throat. “Do you want us to get caught?”

Still, Mikaella did not relent. The cock appreciated her efforts, and granted her a powerful spritzing of precum, enough to coat her mouth. She hummed in gratitude and hollowed out her cheeks to slurp up even more. There were so, so many things she loved about Alkim’s dick: the taste, the size, the way it made her cum, and the way it got her high. But her favorite thing about sucking this dick had to be the way it immediately rewarded her efforts to please it. She could literally taste his satisfaction in every drop.

“Ah! You know, if this was a manual, you could have gotten us killed… blocking the stick like that… mmm…”

Then I would have died happy… mmmm…

Thankfully, whatever Alkim’s feelings may have been about the inherent dangers of road-head, he couldn’t hold her back with his hands on the wheel and his feet on the pedals.

“Can’t you wait until we get to the house?”

She shook her head and growled audibly around his boner, and he seemed to take her meaning.

Like I’m gonna let Vicky or Kate steal one drop of this load!

“Fuck! Oooooh! Alright… you win, just keep it slow until I can pull over. I promise, just let me take us a couple more miles, then you can suck all you want.”

Reluctantly, she slowed her cock worship so that he wouldn't cum until they got back to the house.

“Ahhhh, good girl, just like that…”

Oh my god, yessss. I loooove being his good girl…

Mikaella hadn’t realized just how much she’d been waiting to hear those two words until she literally vibrated with glee. That sudden injection of dopamine was almost enough to ramp her back up again, until she ed that specific “good girl” was her reward for slowing down and not trying to get him to cum in the middle of traffic. His good girl had to hold his approved pace, and so she did.

As it turned out, the additional mental bandwidth was just enough for Alkim to drive and talk despite his suckslut’s expert edging.

“Oh yeah, I never told you what happened the other night. Literally, right when I was going to text you a picture of that guy Hannah was flirting with, I saw him spike her drink with something.”

“Frglrllr?” For real?

“I tried to warn her about this guy, but she wouldn’t believe me. Trusted me less than some random asshole at the club.”

Ugh, fucking Hannah!

Mikaella did her best to growl in anger, but even her baseline hatred of the blonde thief was temporarily muted. All she managed to do was Alkim’s dick a nice little hummer that resulted in yet another spurt of calming precum.

“I know, right?” He pet her hair with one hand for a second before putting it back on the wheel. “Ahhhhh, just like that. Anyway, I was pretty wasted by that point, and I figured, ‘Fuck it! Hannah doesn’t believe me? Fine, I’ll prove he spiked it!’ So, I drank it. I drank the whole fucking roofie.”

“Glargh?” What?

Alkim sighed. “I know, I know. Not exactly my smartest moment, but I was crossed enough to think one roofie wouldn’t be that big a deal for me. I mean, I’m me: I don’t vomit, and I don’t black out, ever. But that was pretty much the last thing I . Vicky and Kate had to fill me in on the rest: they took me home and stayed with me to make sure I didn’t throw up in my sleep and **** to ****, pretty good thinking on their part. That’s why you found us all together.”

Oooooh, so that’s why they were sleeping with him… God, I can’t believe Hannah made him do that to himself! Fucking bitch ruined everyone’s night and I was mad at Alkim? Stupid! I should have known he wouldn’t break his promise without a good reason. Guess I should thank Kate and Vicky for keeping him safe… Wait, no, what about the milk?

Vicky finding some flimsy excuse to get a little handsy or grindy with Alkim was old news; that happened almost every time they got drunk together. But Kate’s lactation wasn’t so easily explained away. Mikaella tried to ask about it, but all that came out were more sputtering, cock gargling sounds.

Thankfully, Alkim guessed where her mind was.

“Right, the breast milk. I can see why that must have come as a surprise.” The car stopped temporarily, and he rubbed her back affectionately until they started rolling again. “To answer your question from earlier, no Kate isn’t pregnant, she just has some hormonal imbalance that caused her to start lactating the other week. I know there’s a medical name for it, just can’t right now… Mmmm. I’ve been helping her deal with it, showed her how to use a breast pump.”

No fucking way… Hormones? Could it really be that simple?

Mikaella tried to puzzle it out without ever stopping her increasingly sloppy blowjob, but she was missing a lot of critical information, and she couldn’t exactly ask him anything while her mouth was occupied. She’d never heard of a girl just spontaneously lactating on her own. But then again, it’s not like there was ever anything normal about Kate, or those fucking tits of hers. Besides, she had no reason to doubt him about science stuff.

I guess if anyone could start lactating out of nowhere, it would have to be Katie-cow.

For his part, Alkim just kept on talking and driving, completely oblivious to her internal turmoil.

“So far she’s been pumping them once or twice a day, but I've sucked the milk out of her a few times. No lies, it’s fucking delicious. Mmm mmm. I’m getting thirsty just thinking about it.” True to his words, Alkim reached over Mikaella to grab his protein shake from the cupholder and took a long swig.

Ugh! Seriously? He actually likes the titty monster’s milk? Blech!

Even the girl that drank Alkim’s cum by the mouthful still found the idea of drinking Kate’s breastmilk too bizarre and taboo (though, not bizarre enough for her to even consider ending the blowjob early).

“So we’ve been doing that for a bit, but I honestly didn’t know she did that the other night until you just brought it up. If I had to guess, Kate must have needed to milk herself, but she had to make sure I didn't vomit in the night. I’ll have to ask her later. Huh, I guess that explains why I woke up without a headache: Kate kept me hydrated all through the night.” He shrugged nonchalantly, like none of this was even that big a deal. “You can ask her if you want.”

Better believe I’m asking her…

“But maybe don’t tell anyone else without Kate’s permission, okay? You know how she is about her image.”

Mikaella rolled her eyes.

There’s no way she’s a real lesbian. Letting a guy suck the milk from your tits has to put her somewhere in the middle of that… K-something scale. She’s gotta be secretly bi. That, or that’s his mouth just feels that good on her nips… oh. Ooooohhh… Damn, maybe Kate’s not as crazy as I thought.

“So yeah. That’s what happened Saturday night. I didn’t wake up until four in the afternoon on Sunday, and I had to go meet with someone about… something.”

Someone? Something? Who is she?

“HUUH?” She gargled while trying to ask for clarification.

Those weren't really words, but he seemed to get her anyway. “Can you keep another secret?” He asked.

She nodded.

Alkim grunted and shook his head, “I can’t tell the difference between you nodding for yes and you bobbing your head because you’re sucking my dick. Can’t do that whole ‘blink once for yes, twice for no’ thing either while I’m driving. Hmmm… Okay, how about you tap my leg once for yes, twice for no.”

Fuck, that’s soooo smart of him…

She tapped his leg once.

Alkim smiled and briefly caressed her cheek with his right hand without looking down. “Okay then. For now, just keep what I’m about to say between us. I’ll tell everyone in the house when the time is right.”

Mikaella felt the car turn and come to a halt.

Alkim had to reach under her chest for the stick to put the car in park before he could turn off the engine. He took the moment to squeeze her slightly enlarged tits, then pulled his keys from the ignition.

“If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not get any cum in my car.”

Then he grabbed a fistful of Mikaella’s hair and began pulling her up and off his dick.

NOOOOO!!!

Torn between compliance and her desire for more cock, cocklust won out. She whined and tried to stay locked down, but he was so much stronger than her. It also probably didn’t help that this show of strength made her knees weaker and panties wetter. All she could do was keep on sucking up his shaft as she went, and hope that she didn’t spill any precum.

“Damn, Mikaella, would you please just relax? I promise, we can finish this inside.”

Even with his promise, she still couldn’t let go of his dick on her own, though she was able to stop resisting at least. Only when the seal was broken and every drop of precum was swallowed could Mikaella finally use her words.

“Then hurry uuuuupppp! Pleeeeease! I’ve waited sooo loong!” She whined like a puppy with her bone taken away.

“Alright, alright, just stay calm.” He pulled up his shorts, grabbed the shake bottle from the cupholder, and got out of the car.

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