Maddy’s confession to her journal:
Saturday, April 12th, 2025 / My Bedroom (Grounded for life)
Okay journal, to be totally honest, I really, really messed up. Like mega huge, big time, will be ruined for life, messed up. But really, it wasn’t even my fault! Technically, it’s all my dad’s fault. I mean if he had just not done what he did then this would never have happened, and he would never have known, and my life wouldn’t be totally over right now.
Sigh. Yeah, I guess I need to explain, right? I mean, you’re my journal. You don’t know what happened, you're just paper. Ugh. Fine. I’ll tell you.
I’m not allowed to have a boyfriend, okay? There. That’s pretty much the whole thing.
It’s a stupid, archaic rule that my dad made for me because he lowkey pretends to love Jesus (literally, you should see the women he comes home with, he’s been a trainwreck since mom cheated and left him.) Literally, one of those girls he brought home was basically the same age as me! He tried to sneak her out without me knowing, but of course that didn’t work… So, he is the biggest hypocrite of all time ever.
His stupid “no sex until I’m married” rule is misogynistic and idiotic. All of my friends were already losing their v’s like on their sixteenth birthdays, or right after. I was totally behind. I mean my seventeenth birthday is like a few months away.
It so wasn’t fair. I had to be super horny all the time and pretend like I wasn’t, all because of his stupid, stupid rules.
So, yeah. I did a bad thing and went behind my dad's back and started dating Cole. I honestly tried to be a good girl, okay, seriously. I mean I tried to say “no Cole, I’m not allowed a boyfriend,” but he’s so hot. He literally has perfect swoopy blonde hair and blue eyes, you know, like the guy from Maxton Hall? Yeah - I know - S tier perfection. I mean, he doesn’t play lacrosse, but he does play hockey, and that’s pretty much the same thing. Plus, he’s a senior, and I love that he is so much more mature than guys my age. I can’t wait to be eighteen like him - it’s so chic.
I promise, we really were not doing anything bad.
No, seriously!
After a few weeks of dating all we did was kiss and maybe touch over clothes. Like that’s not bad at all. Okay, yeah, obviously I was totally wet all the time, but I was a good girl! I was NOT going to have sex - I really wasn’t. I mean yeah I had wanted to, and I wanted a boyfriend, but I felt so guilty all the time I changed my mind… I’m serious!
Ugh, okay fine. I wanted to have sex. But, I found out that it’s literally a need! We are supposed to have sex, it’s actually good for our bodies, minds, and souls. It’s totally NOT true that it’s bad. Actually, I read online that it’s bad not to have sex. Especially for boys, seriously, it makes their cum get all built up and stuck inside, and it hurts them so bad. Cole told me he was having that all the time. Which, I knew was true because he was hard constantly and always wanted me to help him cum.
So, I tried to do that to make sure he would feel better and get the help he needed to cum, but also being a good girl and not having sex. It’s really hard to do those things at the same time. Seriously.
I told Cole - no way are you putting it inside me. And I told him we probably shouldn’t touch each other naked either because I knew that would make us both way, way too horny. That’s why we started to have dry sex. Like where we would take off our clothes and only wear our underwear and grind/bounce on each other.
Like, I would crawl onto his lap and grind my pussy (covered with my underwear still - okay, remember I was being good) on his dick, which was still in his boxers.
That really worked for a while. I mean it would usually make us both cum, and that felt so amazing. Plus, sometimes Cole would suck on my nipples, and that would make me sooo wet I would soak my underwear and his boxers. Not to mention, his cum always soaked through his shorts.
But, again, it’s not actually sex, and I mean unless you’re actually having sex it's not good for your body, and, well, we were back to the issue once again.
I tried everything to make it better. I gave Cole hand jobs, then blow jobs, then even would grind on him without our underwear so my pussy was on his cock, but he wasn’t inside me. God, that felt so amazing. It would make me super wet, and that obviously made his dick super wet, and we would both moan so much. Cole would get so into it he would thrust, and I swear his dick almost went in, but it really didn’t, I promise. Ugh, plus we would both cum, and it was so fun to slide on him using his cum hehe.
So yeah, that would work for a little bit, but, of course, it wasn’t a cure.
Sigh… so obviously we had to have sex. I mean Cole was in pain all the time because he was all full of cum. Plus, honestly, my pussy would throb all the time, and I looked it up and girls ALSO get “blue balls” it’s just called “blue vulva.” It’s a serious issue that has to be taken super seriously.
But we were smart about it okay. I mean, I’m not allowed any birth control because dad says it’s really bad for your body, and I know that’s true. Like so many of my friends get crazy symptoms from it, and ya, I never want to mess up my hormones like that. But anyway, we knew we needed to use a condom so none of his cum would get in me and make me pregnant. So Cole made sure to bring one.
It was so good and fun the day we finally did it. I mean we did all the fun stuff we usually do. He made me cum first sucking on my little button. Ugh, I love when he would do that, he was so good at it. Some of my friends were even super jealous because their boyfriends wouldn’t ever put their mouths down there. But Cole said he loved making me cum on his mouth like that.
Plus, I loved having his cock in my mouth too. I was getting so good at sucking his cock, that he was able to even thrust into my mouth like he would fuck a pussy, and I would barely gag anymore - even when he would cum and it would spray the back of my throat. I was able to swallow it all. Some of my friends weren’t even able to do that. They said it tastes gross, so they either spit it out or don’t even let their boyfriends do it.
We did all that stuff, and it was perfect because my dad was still at work and we had lots of time to have sex. The only thing that sucked - or actually the first of the bad things that happened, was the condom didn’t work. It was like, defective or something. I mean, it went on Cole's cock perfectly. I rolled it all the way down, and I made sure it was tight on the tip and not rolling back off him or anything.
It felt super good when he put it inside me too. Like, yeah, it kinda hurt as if I was doing the splits a little bit, but it didn’t hurt for more than like, three thrusts, then it felt amazing. I was on my hands and knees, arching my back because he said he really liked that and it would make me feel a lot better - and he was right. When I arched my back, it made it so much easier for him to fuck me hard, and that felt really, really good.
I totally thought girls moaning and stuff was fake, and I mean the weird crazy stuff yeah that is, but I was moaning automatically. It was kinda funny, I couldn’t help but giggle when I did, as he was hammering me because man, I was being so loud and couldn’t stop myself. Not to mention our bodies slapping together made the LOUDEST sounds ever, but the sounds made me soo wet.
He was loud too, and it was so sexy to listen to. I could feel those tingles starting, meaning I was probably going to cum. So I told him to fuck me harder because I really, really wanted to cum on his cock. Everyone says it’s like the best feeling ever, and I had to know what that felt like. So, he did - and that’s when it happened.
The condom broke.
Yeah. What the fuck right?
We didn’t even have another one. Cole even suggested we look in my dad's room because he had sex with random girls all the time, he had to have them - wrong. He doesn’t. Yeah, I know, another reason he’s seriously a hypocrite. But, whatever.
Cole really needed to cum though, and honestly, so did I, so I told him as long as he pulled out to cum, it would be totally fine. But, that's when he told me that when he had sex without condoms before, it was way too hard to pull out since it feels like so much better. He explained he literally gets like hypnotized and can’t stop. I guess his last girlfriend was on birth control so it was okay. Obviously, that was not the same for us.
So, I had the best plan. If I got on top of him, then all he had to do was tell me when he was going to cum, and I would just jump off of him, and there wouldn’t be a problem. Cole thought that was so smart too, he kissed me so hard I got so dizzy, in the best way.
He was so right too. It felt so much better without the condom. Well, not that it didn’t feel good with the condom, but it was so cool to feel him and all the imperfections on his cock. Instead of the smooth feeling a condom gives. Plus, he felt SO warm - seriously, it felt so amazingly good.
Plus it was so fun to bounce and grind on him with his cock actually inside me. With all the practice we did dry, I didn’t even get tired at all. Some of my friends say they hate riding because it hurts their legs - but not for me. I was basically a pro.
Cole agreed. He kept saying things like, “Oh my god, Maddy, your pussy is so tight / oh fuck Maddy that feels so good, don’t stop baby / Fuck, you’re going to make me cum so fucking hard.” It was making me so horny. I even started to play with my button so I could cum on him.
I was so close too. Ugh, I was moaning so loud, and Cole had started to thrust up into me too, and it felt so amazing. I was literally screaming, “Oh fuck Cole, I’m cumming!”
When my dad literally broke into my room. Literally. He kicked the door in so he could break the lock.
The good screaming I was doing turned into terrified and furious screaming at him. I kept screaming at him to get out and that he was a psycho for breaking the door. But he was screaming at me that I was a fucking whore and that he was going to kill Cole - and well, Cole was still inside me.
And he was panicking.
At first I thought it was just because of my dad - but I wasn’t listening, I was too busy screaming at my dad, and it wasn’t until he let out this weird strangled sob saying, “Fuck Maddy, I’m so sorry,” that I realized…
He had cum inside me. Like deep, deep inside me since I was sitting fully on him. The room went weirdly crazy quiet, and I was covering what I could so my dad didn’t see more than he had because that’s disgusting. But all I could think was “oh no, oh no, oh no.”
I feel like I blacked out most of what happened next. Except I remember when I sat up off of Cole, his cum poured out of my pussy onto him, and that felt so weird. My dad was still freaking out, and I’m pretty sure he literally drug Cole out of the house. I don’t even know if he let him get dressed or what. I was just sitting there on my bed, staring at the wall with my blanket wrapped around me, thinking, “Oh no,” repeatedly.
So, ya, my dad grounded me for life. And a few weeks later - aka yesterday - he forced me to take a pregnancy test too. But honestly, I think I knew the second it happened that I was going to be pregnant. It’s like I felt it happen or something. So, I wasn’t surprised when the test said I was pregnant.
Dad decided to scream at me again and tell me how much of a whore he thinks I am when he saw the result. But I told him this was all his fault - that if he hadn't come home early from work and hadn’t been a crazy psycho and broke down the door to my room - this never, ever would have happened. Because I wouldn’t have let Cole cum inside me. I definitely would have been able to get off.
No way I would have let him cum in me… even though it was feeling so… so good.
