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W A R N I N G !
This story contains graphic and sexually explicit material,
and is best enjoyed with someone of the appropriate sex handy.
As in any work of fiction, the behaviour of the protagonists
is not necessarily endorsed by the author, and any resemblance
to persons or events is purely coincidental.
No virgins were deflowered in the creation of this work.
Sex with minors should be left to other minors, and while
It's fine to *read* about unprotected sex with strangers,
you should only *have* unprotected sex with a trusted partner.
You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it.
P L E A S E !!
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Reasons
or
"You're A Real Contradiction, Ain't You?"
-------by Wollstonecraft-------
He was beginning to snort. He always snorts just before he
comes.
I love to watch him come. His face always scrunches up and
he always clenches his teeth. Then when I feel his buttocks go
tight, his mouth goes slack and his eyes roll up. He always lets
out a long groan when he starts to beat frantically into me,
grunting with each sharp thrust. He becomes such an animal!
Just like always, when he was finished, he fell onto me,
gulping air. His heaving chest pressed onto my breasts and I
felt his heart pounding against mine. He began to gently nibble
at my ear and I shivered at his gasping breath on my neck and his
semen streaming from my pussy onto the mattress.
Every night, after we make love, I say a silent prayer of
thanks to God that He gave me Don. Especially after some of the
assholes I went out with before I met him. Don's so different
from any guy I've ever known. He's smart, he's funny and he
dotes on me constantly. He makes lots of money, but it wouldn't
matter to me if we had to live in a station wagon as long as we
were together.
He's such a gentle lover. He's so caring. Most of the guys
I've been with never liked to go down on me, but Don never
hesitates. He always makes sure I come even before he thinks
about his pleasure. Sometimes before he comes inside me, he
caresses me while I get off with the vibrator.
Sure, maybe I've had more intense orgasms with a couple of
other guys, but they were real jerks. Don may not be the most
handsome guy in the world, but I can't imagine loving anyone
anywhere near as much as I love him. Sometimes I love him so
much it hurts.
Don kissed my neck. "Well," he whispered into my ear, "when
do we stop practicing and really start making a baby?"
"Soon," I breathed, stroking his head. "I start my period
tomorrow. The doctor said that the best time is a little more
than a week after I finish, but we could do it earlier and your
seed should stay inside me for days, so it could happen anytime."
"I can't wait to make you pregnant," Don said as he nuzzled
into the hollow of my neck. "Aw," he sighed, as always, as his
soft cock slipped out of my pussy. His thick seed poured out of
me. He always came a lot.
"Neither can I." I caressed his back. "The doctor told me
that I'd be real fertile just coming off the pill, so by this
time next month I'll have your baby inside me."
"I love you,." he whispered, staring into my eyes.
"I love you, too," I replied. We kissed each other deeply.
My period, as usual, started on schedule. I know those few
days when I was menstruating bothered Don even though he never
complained. Even though he couldn't come inside me, it wasn't
like we didn't make love. Don loved to come in my throat almost
as much as he loved to fill my pussy. It was because he couldn't
make me come. I told him that I didn't care, but he still tried
extra hard to make me happy. He really is a gem.
The day after I started my period, he gave me the bad news.
"I have to go out of town."
I pulled back from our welcome-home hug and asked, "When?"
He looked at me with sad puppy dog eyes. "Tomorrow."
I cried, "Tomorrow? For how long?"
He looked as if he was going to cry. "Almost a month."
I was heartbroken. Don had told me his job might send him
to other sites for brief periods of time, but this was the first
time it had happened since we'd been married. This would be the
first time we would be separated.
"But the baby," I whimpered.
"Is going to have to wait. I'm so sorry, Kathy, but I'm the
only one in the entire company who can fix the problem. I did
tell you this could happen."
"Don," I suddenly realized, "can't you take me with you?"
"No, the company insists that wives don't come with their
husbands on business trips. Don't worry. When I found that out
I was on the phone with a couple of different headhunters. This
won't happen again." He was angry about it, that's for sure.
Then he said, "But there's nothing I can do about this. I've
got to go. I'm so sorry."
"I am, too." I hugged him tight. "I'm going to miss you
so."
That night I must have swallowed gallons of his semen. He
just came and came, but it didn't seem enough for him. Or for
me. He looked at me with a puzzled expression when I got up and
went into the bathroom. I came back with a towel and put it
under me, then I pulled him down onto me. When I reached down
and put his cockhead between my pussy lips, he said, "Are you
sure?"
In answer I pushed up my hips and his cock buried itself
into my pussy. I was really tight and sticky from my flow and
it really seemed to turn him on. It wasn't long before he
started snorting and coming.
When he was done draining himself into me and lay gasping at
my breast, he panted, "Do--do you think--"
"No," I sighed, "it's still much too early. And even if it
wasn't, the sperm would just spill out with my flow."
"Kathy, I--"
"I know," I soothed, "I'm disappointed, too. Next month.
Next month we'll make a baby. A beautiful golden-haired baby
with beautiful light blue eyes, just like ours."
"Just like ours," he sighed. "Next month."
"Next month for sure," I whispered. We fell asleep in each
other's arms.
I thought the first few days without Don would be the worst.
They were pretty bad. I busied myself with my housework and my
hobbies. I put up a new shelf in the bathroom. I started on
making a dress. And I spent a lot of time on the phone with my
best friend, Sandy, mostly complaining about how much I missed
Don.
During the couple of days, he called every night, but the
calls came later and later because he was so busy. On one call,
he fell asleep in the middle of a sentence. I yelled into the
phone to wake him up and told him that while I really missed
hearing him snore, I didn't want him to get sick from lack of
sleep. After that he didn't call much in the evenings.
The night were horrible. I got ready for bed, but it was so
lonely without Don. He loves to watch me change into my skimpy
nightgowns. But his eyes weren't staring at me when I slipped
out of my bra and let my firm breasts free. He loves how they're
so full but don't sag at all. He wasn't there when I pulled my
jeans down over my pelvis and let them drop to the floor. He
loves to caress my wide hips. But it was just the cold air I
felt on my bare skin, not his gentle hands.
That first night when I tried to go to sleep, I kept
reaching over to where he should be laying and I'd wake up with a
start when I discovered he wasn't there. I just couldn't get
used to sleeping alone in our big bed, so I just got up and went
into the living room. Eventually I fell asleep in the chair in
front of the TV.
I spent over a week sleeping in that chair. One night I
woke up and there was this really erotic movie on the TV. The
doctor told me that it wasn't uncommon for a woman to feel, as he
put it, "more responsive" just after she stopped taking the pill,
but I was caught unawares at the intensity of my horniness. I
stared at the screen getting hotter and hotter until I was
burning with desire and my fingers wandered into my lap to play
along the folds of my pussy lips.
I couldn't stand it. I got up and practically ran to the
the bedroom. I pushed the fabric and sewing supplies off the
bed, and pulled out the vibrator. I slid off my panties, spread
out on bed and poked the tip of the quivering plastic between my
legs. I rubbed it up and down against my clit, imagining it was
Don's tongue, and I felt the flutter of my orgasm beginning.
As the spark of pleasure ebbed, I slid the vibrator lower,
letting it slip between the folds of my pussy. I began to groan
as I slowly pushed the hard shaft into me. It was thicker than
Don's cock and I felt myself stretching to take in all in. I was
imagining Don grunting and thrusting above me, but then suddenly
the image of an old boyfriend flashed through my mind. An
explosive orgasm roared through me. Wave after wave of intense
rapture buffeted my senses. It seemed to go on forever. Finally
it waned and I immediately fell into a deep contented sleep. It
was the first decent night's sleep I'd had since Don left.
In the morning I awoke with the vibrator tight between my
thighs, its tip still poking into me. The picture of the same
old boyfriend I'd thought about the night before again came into
my mind. It was strange because I hadn't thought about him in
years.
I had the hots for him in high school. He was the second
boy I ever had sex with. It was only the one time, but the
memory sent shivers up and down my spine. I remember I just came
and came and came. He turned out to be a real jerk, tho. He
promised to wear a condom, but after it was all over I found out
he'd pulled it off. If it hadn't been so close to my period, I'm
sure he would have gotten me pregnant.
My thighs started to rub together at the memory, making the
vibrator between them poke into my pussy. Suddenly I shuddered
fiercely as I came, the waves washing over me again and again.
When they finally ended, I decided that was enough of that, so I
I put the vibrator away and went to shower.
I was edgy all day. That evening I tried working on my
dress and I tried to watch TV but I ended up either pacing or
staring at the phone waiting for Don to call. When it rang, I
jumped to pick it up.
"Oh, Don," I sighed into the phone, "I really miss you.
Please, can't you come home this weekend?"
"You're really losing it, aren't you?" Sandy's laugh came
from the receiver.
"Oh," I whined.
"Well, if that's how you feel, I'll call my other best
friend," she sniffed.
"No, Sandy, it's just that--"
"I know," she mocked, "'I really miss Don!' You know, girl,
you really got to get out of that house. As wonderful as it
might be, life isn't all just cleaning and sewing and Oprah. Why
don't you go out with me tonight?"
"Where?" Actually, it sounded interesting. I guess I was
getting a little stir-crazy.
"'Satisfaction'."
"Don and I tried to go there a couple weeks ago and there
was a line around the block. We'll never get in."
"I can't, but we can if you wear something hot."
I met her outside the club. I decided to go with the tight
white dress, the one Don likes so much. For good measure, I
decided to go without the bra, a decision I began to regret when
I got outside and into the chilly night air. I also started to
wonder what possessed me to not wear panties. The argument that
the panty lines would show didn't seem too smart when I saw my
reflection in a shop window. Not only could I clearly see the
outline of my aureoles around my hard nipples, but I thought I
could even see a hint of my pubic hair. God, I just as well
could have been naked! Well, Sandy said hot.
When Sandy saw me she said, "Wow. You look like you're
dressed for big game hunting. There's no way we're going to wait
in that line."
Sure enough, we were let right in. As cool as it was
outside, it was sweltering inside. Sandy made a beeline to the
bar, ordering Long Island Iced Teas for the two of us. I sipped
at the drink and it tasted both warm and cool as it slid down my
throat.
Sandy looked about. "My God, Kathy, every guy in the place
is staring at you!" She leaned back on the bar stool and took a
long pull at her drink. "This is going to work out great! You
attract 'em and I'll take my pick."
I glanced out onto the dance floor. She was right. It did
seem like all the guys were eyeing me hungrily, their gaze
jumping quickly between my breasts and my tightly clenched
thighs. I found myself growing warmer in a way that even the
humid air in the room couldn't explain.
I don't think I'd ever seen so many good looking guys in one
place before. My eyes fluttered from one to the next, lingering
when I saw an especially hot-looking one, taking in the broad
shoulders, the hard stomachs, the tight butts. A bead of
perspiration slid down my neck and into my cleavage. My skin was
glistening and I felt the material of my dress clinging to me
from the dampness. It vaguely occurred to me that it was
probably growing transparent from the moisture. I gulped at my
drink.
Then I saw him. Our eyes locked and I couldn't look away.
He was huge, perfectly built and drop-dead gorgeous. Dark brown
hair, dark olive skin and perfectly symmetrical dark brown eyes
that pierced into my very soul. And an immense bulge in his
tight pants that grew alarmingly larger with each electric
moment. Even through the material, I could tell it was much
larger than Don's. My breath became short and I felt my heart
beating wildly in my chest. Involuntarily, my back arched,
making my heaving breasts thrust out and up, and my thighs began
to part.
He began to walk over to me. My heart raced faster and
breath came shorter. With each step he took, my legs spread
wider apart. I felt my pussy churning with moisture. What was
happening to me?
He stood over me, inhaling as if he was savoring my scent.
He stared down into my cleavage, then moved his gaze down to the
gold patch that now showed clearly through the filmy fabric. Then
he saw the ring on my finger.
His eyes again took possession of mine. "Waiting for your
husband?" His voice was deep and smooth and sent shivers down my
spine.
"No," I said, my voice quavering, my eyes still held by his.
"Waiting for me, then. Come dance with me." When his hand
took mine, it was as if an electric spark raced up my arm, making
me shake. I slid off the bar stool and he put his arm around my
shoulder. I leaned into him, pressing my body tightly against
his as we moved to the crowded dance floor.
He turned me to face him and wrapped his great arms around
me. Putting a hand on each of my buttocks, he crushed my body
into his. My breast flattened against his massive chest and I
felt the huge, bulky mass at his groin grinding against my
abdomen. My arms slid up his back, my hands grabbed his
shoulders and I pulled at him so his head pressed against mine
and his hot breath inflamed my neck.
We didn't so much dance as we rutted at each other. His
hands roamed up and down my bottom, rising to press his palm into
the small of my back, making me arch backwards and grind my hips
into the hard swelling at his groin, before moving back down to
knead the quivering globes. Wetness flowed from my dripping
pussy, running in streams down my legs.
As I felt the thin fabric of my dress start to ride up my
rump, I realized that this had to stop. In the old days, there
wouldn't be any hesitation at all. As aroused as I was, there
would have no doubt we'd end up in bed. But that couldn't happen
tonight. I was a married woman now and I was beginning to lose
control. I had to stop this.
"I--I have to stop," I whispered into his chest. "I can't
be doing this. I--I'm married."
"That's fine, darlin'," he said, clutching my butt tighter.
"N-no, really, I h-hohh!" The short dress had ridden up and
I suddenly felt his hands cupping bare buttocks. His fingers
slid into the crevice between and I began to moan as he massaged
in little circles down toward the juncture of my legs.
"No--no, don't-- I can't--" I sighed. I tried to pull away
from him, but my body refused to listen. Instead, I grabbed at
his shoulders, pulling him even closer. As his insistent fingers
moved lower, my legs parted wider, letting his fingertips probe
between the moist, swollen lips of my pussy. He bent at the
waist, leaning me backwards. His knees came between mine and his
stroking fingers slipped deep between the folds. My hips began
to rock back and forth, even as I moaned, "No-- no--"
Then his hands pulled away and he straightened. Thank god,
I thought, even as I moaned in disappointment. Then he said,
"Come with me." My body glued itself against his as he led me
across the dance floor and through the bar. I think Sandy tried
to tell me something, but he wouldn't stop. Then we were out on
the street.
"N-No," I protested, "I can't. I don't--I have to--"
He pulled me into him and pressed his mouth against mine.
Instinctively, my lips parted and his tongue was entwined with
mine. At the same time his hand slid under my dress and he
cupped my pussy, rubbing the ball of his hand into my clit as his
middle finger slid deep into me. My mouth sucked at his tongue
while my pussy sucked at his finger.
He suddenly let me go and I found myself draped across the
front seat of a car. As he moved around to the driver's side I
fought to gain control of my gasping body. What was I doing? How
did I get here? I didn't have time to think about answers. He
was immediately next to me and pulling me back into him. As he
kissed me, I melted into his arms. Again he let me go and I fell
back onto the seat. As he drove away, his hand sank between my
legs. My hips rutted into his caressing fingers as I moaned over
and over, "Please, no, don't, I can't do this, I can't."
We soon reached the destination and, kissing and stoking me,
he took me to his apartment. I kept saying, "No, please, I
can't, I'm married, don't do this, please, don't do this," but my
body just went where he told it to go.
Once at his place, he guided me into the bedroom and began
to pull my dress over my head. I lifted my arms to ease its
removal as I moaned, "No, don't, please." He slipped it off and
I was completely naked before him. "Oh, God," I cried as his
hands cupped my breasts and his thumbs flicked at my thick,
pointed nipples, "please stop, please don't, pl--Ohh!" He sucked
one of the swollen tips between his lips and my arms went around
his head, pulling his nursing mouth tighter to my heaving breast.
He urged me backwards and I fell across the bed. I looked
up at him, pleading, "No, please, I can't do this." He just
stared down at me, lust burning in his eyes, as he took off his
shirt. The thick hair that covered his chest couldn't hide the
firm muscles that rippled as he undid his belt. His pants fell
to the floor and I gasped as his rigid cock sprang free.
"Oh, God!" I cried. I knew his cock was big, but I didn't
expect it to be so incredibly huge! It was almost twice as big
as Don's, bigger than any I'd ever seen. Certainly bigger than
anything I'd ever had inside me. As I stared at it in wonder and
alarm, my knees rose off the bed and separated widely as if I was
offering my pussy to him. He fixed his gaze at my dripping,
parted pussy lips and began to move to the bed.
"No, please, I can't! Don't do this, please!" I cried as he
got onto the bed and positioned himself between my legs. I
stared down at the thick column of flesh pointed at my inviting,
open pussy. His desire was already oozing out of the slit at its
tip. I realized he wasn't going to wear a condom. I howled,
"No! I'm not protected!" even as my hips rose off the mattress
toward him. "Don't put it in me! Don't! No!"
His body fell forward. "No! N-Oh!" I felt his bare
cockhead pressing against my bloated pussy lips. Then with a
grunt, his hips sharply pounded down. I screamed in pain as the
thick head jammed itself between the folds, forcing them apart.
My back arched and my buttocks lifted off the bed as my body
tried to take the immense knob.
He reared back and rammed himself back down, forcing his
huge cock into my tight pussy. I howled in pain and pleasure as
the thick rigid cock stabbed into my inflamed flesh, tearing and
stretching my pussy, making it larger, making it take in its
great size. My legs kicked themselves around him, my calves
against his buttocks, pulling him down to me, trying to drive the
brutish spike deeper into me.
It drilled in deeper and the fullness I felt within me was
incredible! I didn't think he could get any more into me, but
then I felt my pussy lips closing around his thick shaft and
realized that he gotten only his bulbous cockhead inside me!
Suddenly my body shuddered in spasms as I came, the most
violent orgasm I'd ever had. My hips rocked up and my legs
clenched at his thighs. My pussy sucked at the violating flesh
inside me, clutched at it, trying to pull it into me. His hips
lifted slightly and a surge of fluid squirted out of me onto our
thighs. He grunted as again he pounded down into my spasming
pussy. My bottom rose off the bed to meet his thrust and the
massive shaft buried itself deeper into me. My cries became
inaudible as my breath was taken away by the unbelievable
fullness crammed into my stretched and quivering pussy.
With my throat constricted in response to the pain, I
screamed soundlessly each time he gored into me. My thrusting
hips met each sharp piercing, making each fierce thrust drive his
great cock deeper into my aching pussy. I lifted my head and
stared down between us at the thick flesh that was penetrating
deeper with each violent stab. I couldn't believe I was taking
so much of him into me! And there was still more to go! My head
snapped back against the mattress and I began to shudder madly as
I came even more intensely that before.
With his next mighty thrust, I felt his pubic bone collide
into mine and his balls pound against my bottom. He was finally
completely inside me, but not for long. He pulled his complete
length out of me and I gasped as I felt my pussy tightly
contracting as his enormous cock receded. Then he jabbed back
down. My buttocks instinctively rose to meet the violent thrust
and my narrow pussy walls were again cruelly stretched open,
taking him in to the hilt. I felt a sharp stab deep inside and I
knew the head of his huge cock had hit the back of my pussy and
was pressed against the opening to my womb. The pain just
increased the waves of pleasure that continued to roar through
me.
He quickly pulled back out and my bottom ground into the
mattress as he withdrew, increasing the friction of his flesh
stimulating my pulsing pussy walls. My throat finally opened
and I gasped as I felt my insides being yanked out with his
retreating cock. The outer folds of my pussy parted around the
broad head, then they began to close as he pulled almost
completely out, stopping only when my swollen pussy lips
fluttered at the oozing slit on its tip.
Then I screamed aloud as he savagely speared back into me
and my hips thrusted up to accept him. His massive staff cruelly
split apart my pussy lips and tore through my narrow channel,
pounding into my cervix, stretching me wider and deeper to
accommodate his girth and length.
"God, No!" I shrieked as his cock began to thrust fiercely
in and out of me, each sharp piercing enlarging my pussy to match
his size. I felt myself opening, the pain growing less intense
and his thrusting becoming more and more pleasurable. My hips
found his rhythm and my pussy rutted up again and again into his
pistoning cock, trying to get it as deep and tight into me as I
could.
It went on forever. Over and over, he hammered his hips
down and I returned each fierce thrust with one of my own. My
cries of anguish became cries of passion as I spasmed again and
again under him as wave after wave of pleasure flashed through
me.
Then I felt his buttocks begin to tighten. "Oh, God!" I
cried as I realized he was about to come. "No!" I howled, "Don't
come in me! Don't come in me!"
He only grunted in reply and his savage thrusts became even
more intense. He grabbed my legs and threw them over his
shoulders, pulling my buttocks high off the bed. My pussy was
vertical with my womb directly below it and he hammered his spike
straight down, violently stabbing in deeper and deeper again and
again.
"No!" I cried, "No!" He groaned loudly and I felt his thick
cock swell up even bigger inside me. "Don't come in me! Please!
Please!" His head snapped back and his back arched as he
brutally jammed his immense cock down, driving it deep into me,
the head pressed tight against the entrance to my womb.
"No!" I gasped as I felt the sharp jerk of his cock and the
dull pressure of his cum jetting onto my cervix.
I came instantly. The orgasmic fire blazed through me and
my pussy spasmed on the bloating cock it held, the walls tightly
clenching around it. When the shaft throbbed again, my pussy
tightened its grasp, squeezing it, pulling the thick stream of
semen out of his gushing cock, making it rush faster and deeper
into me, sucking it through my cervix and into my womb.
He growled in pleasure as my rippling pussy pulled and
nursed at his spurting cock. I cried out in rapture at the power
of the orgasm that ravaged my being. Each time his thick flesh
grew in preparation for another blast, the tightening in my pussy
drove me into another wave of orgasmic spasming, making it clamp
down on the pumping flesh, drawing his surging sperm up to my
fertile womb.
My hand reached down to cup his balls. His scrotum was
still full, heavy with the potent seed that his rigid cock would
plant in me. I rolled the thick balls in my palm, kneading and
caressing the velvety skin.
As my enraptured body heedlessly drank in spurt after spurt
of his virile semen, terror flooded my mind. The doctor said a
little more than a week after I finish my period. It had been
that long. It should be Don putting his seed into me, not a
strange man whose name I didn't even know. This man was making
me pregnant. How did I let this happen?
Maybe it was still too early, I reasoned. Maybe my egg
wasn't close enough yet. Maybe all his sperm would die before
it impregnated me. Maybe I could find an all-night drug store
and get some spermicide. Maybe it wasn't too late. Maybe he
won't make me pregnant.
The throbbing within me began to ebb as the last of his cum
drained out of him into me. I shuddered as his tight fullness
began to lessen and his cum seeped out of me, rolling slowly down
into the crevice between my buttocks. He rested his full weight
upon me, crushing me into the mattress. My legs tightened on his
thighs and I wrapped my arms around him. I held his groaning
body tightly against mine, my pussy still rutting gently into his
still-enlarged cock.
"Oh, God," I sobbed, "oh, God, please let me go, please, oh,
God, I have to go!"
He grinned. "You're a real contradiction, ain't you? Not
yet. We ain't done yet."
"No, please," I cried desperately, "I can't! You came in
me, oh, God, you came in me and I'm not protected! I need to get
to a drug store! You came in me, oh God, I can't get pregnant,
oh, God, please, please, let me go, I have t--Oh!" He began to
rotate his hips and his cock, semi-erect and buried in my
twitching pussy, slipped up and down in my cum-soaked sheathe,
the base of his slick shaft grinding against my clit. My
insatiable body responded by intensifying my pussy's thrusts and
clutching him tighter to my rocking breasts, my nipples grinding
into the rough hair on his chest.
"P-please, no", I moaned, "just--just let me douche, oh,
God! Please!"
He pressed his lips against my neck and sucked hard at my
skin. His hands mauled my breasts, his fingers digging into the
soft flesh. "No," I groaned, "Don't! Stop!" The delicious heat
of his mouth on my skin was electric and my nipples grew tighter
against his palms. My back arched, pushing my body up into his
brutal embrace.
I felt my pussy tightening as he again grew rigid inside me.
His hips began to slowly thrust his great cock in and out. I
cried out, "No! Wait! Put on a condom! Please, oh, God,
please, don't come in me again!"
"Don't got any," he grunted. "Never use 'em."
"Please," I begged as my pussy rose up to meet his thrusts,
"please don't come in me again! Please!"
"Fuck," he groaned, "you're good!" He slammed his cock deep
into me and I shrieked as I came, my body shuddering against his
invading spike. I felt my pussy again clenching and pulling at
him. The spasms sucked into my womb the cum left in my pussy
from his last ejaculation and made my body thirsty for more.
My beating hips drove my pussy up to him, matching him blow
for blow. He increased his tempo, thrusting faster and deeper,
heightening the orgasmic flames that licked at my insides.
"Please, please," I cried again and again, "Oh, God, please don't
come in me! Please! Please!" It only made him pound his
immense shaft harder and deeper into my quaking, grasping pussy.
My body drove up to take each deep stab. Our bodies met again
and again, his flesh burying itself deep into mine as I cried out
over and over in endless rapturous orgasm.
His grunting grew loud and sharp as his thrusts became even
more intense. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up off the bed,
stabbing himself down into my upturned pussy again and again,
driving deeper and deeper each time, pounding harder and harder
into my cervix as if trying to push right into my womb. Then his
back began to tense and his buttocks grew tight as his body
prepared to shoot his cum into me.
"No!" I screamed, "Pull out! Get it out!! Get it out,
please!! Don't come in me again!! Please, not again!! Not
again!! No!! No!!" I felt his cock grow tighter inside me as
it swelled, getting ready to inseminate me again. "God, no!!
God, no!!" He let out a long low groan as his back arched and he
rammed his cock in deep, painfully ramming the tip hard into the
bottom of my battered pussy.
Then came the violent wrench of his cock and the subtle
impact of his cum spurting into me.
"No!!" I shrieked even as I erupted in violent orgasm. My
pussy clamped down hard on his contracting cock, pulling the
thick cream swiftly through my cervix into my unprotected womb.
My spasming channel released the great mass just as it again
expanded, only to squeeze even tighter upon it as it pumped
another rich gush of his virile sperm into me.
My pussy sucked greedily at his gushing flesh, eagerly
swallowing spurt after spurt, indifferent to the consequences. I
passionately welcomed each sweet, savage spurt, digging my heels
into his buttocks to force his massive prick deeper and tighter
into me. I urgently milked his cock, pulling sharply at it again
and again, drawing every drop of his seed into my insatiable
womb.
His climax seemed to go on forever. His pumping cock
swelled and throbbed inside me over and over, shooting more and
more of his cum into me, flooding my womb, filling it to
overflowing. My body shuddered under him in delight as I came
again and again, rhythmically grabbing and pulling at his
grunting, sweating body even after the violent jerking inside me
became a dull pulse and he fell gasping onto my rutting body.
The last of the incredible waves crested and the horror of
he'd done to me again overwhelmed me. "O-oh G-God, God," I
choked, "you c-came in me, you came in m-me again!"
"And you loved it," he panted.
"B-but I told you I'm not protected," I whimpered, "you're
going to m-make me p-pregnant!"
"You won't be the first," he grunted as his hips began
slowly rutting at me again.
"N-no, p-please, no!" As he gently moved inside me, I began
to babble. "Please," I sobbed, "let me go, I have to go! I have
to get it out, I have to do something, something to get it out of
me, oh God, I have to get it out of me, I can't get pregnant, not
now, not now! Please, please don't come in me again, don't put
any more in me, please, please, I'm not protected, you're making
me pregnant, please, please, not again, not again in me, please,
no more in me, please, please--"
He only grinned as he pulled himself up and cruelly stabbed
his still-rigid cock deep into me.
"God!" I cried as once more he began thrusting rapidly in
and out. He pounded into me, pushing my moaning body across the
sodden bed, the sweat pouring from his body onto my soaked skin,
mixing with my own perspiration, pooling in the hollow above my
rolling abdomen and between my glistening, rocking breasts,
streaming in rivulets along my neck and down my sides and my
rutting hips.
As his slick cock slid up and down through my foaming pussy
and his swelling balls slapped wetly against my drenched
buttocks, I grew resigned to my fate. I'd taken two great loads
of cum in my unprotected pussy and was about to receive a third.
Hardly any of it had come out of me. My sucking pussy had pulled
almost all of it into my fertile womb. Even if my egg wasn't
close enough yet, his sperm would stay inside me for days as it
relentlessly swam up to meet my dropping egg. His seed would
find the egg inside me, would fertilize it, would make it bloom
and grow inside me. My belly would grow fat with his baby. It
would be his baby I would carry, his baby I would bear, his baby
I gave birth to.
I looked up at the father of my child, grunting and sweating
over me, laboring to plant his baby in me. I stared at his dark
olive skin, his dark eyes, his dark hair. His child would have
his eyes, his hair, his skin. Don would know the baby wasn't
his.
I looked down at his immense cock as it pistoned
effortlessly in and out of me. As my hips rocked up to take it
deep and tight into my pussy, I realized how much wider and
deeper my channel had become. There was no pain, only pleasure
as our pubic bones met and I easily took his entire length and
width. I wondered if I'd even feel Don's cock inside me.
"Oh, God, oh, God," I moaned as he increased his tempo,
stroking in and out faster and deeper than ever. I marveled at
his stamina. He'd been pounding fire into me for hours. It had
never been this good before. Never.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!" I cried as again I came. My entire
body went rigid and then shook uncontrollably. My fingernails
dug into his back, my legs became a vise on his waist, my pussy
clamped tight onto his piercing cock.
"God, yes," I cried, "yes! Deeper! Deeper!! Fill me!!
Fill me!! Yes!! Yes!!"
He grabbed my buttocks and yanked me up into his driving
spike as he suddenly went tight in my twitching, clutching arms.
Then, roaring, he slammed himself down into my thrusting pussy as
his cock grew fat in my churning chasm.
"Yes," I cried, "Yes!! Fill me!! Come in me!! Yes!!
Yes!!" His howl filled my ears as his lurching cock filled my
pussy with his cum. "Oh, God!! God!!" My spasming pussy walls
instantly sucked his creamy semen into my womb, ravenously
devouring every drop, greedy for more.
His eyes rolled back in his head and he growled savagely as
the stiff thickness inside me throbbed and spat stream after
thick stream of his sperm deep into my pussy. I squealed at
every sharp release, shaking in bliss at the feeling of his
virile seed striking my cervix again and again, demanding entry
into my fertile womb.
I gave it willingly, eagerly, yielding to his driving need.
I opened myself fully to him, freely offering my ready fertility
to his urgent potency. I fearlessly, joyously welcomed his sperm
into my womb. I embraced it, pulling it deep into me, longing
for him to impregnate me, yearning that his essence would couple
with mine. I ached for our violent mating to create life within
me, for his flesh to breed inside me. I craved to give birth to
his child. His child. My infidelity to Don was complete.
"Yes, God, yes," I moaned over and over as his bloated balls
contracted again and again, driving his rich semen surging from
his rapidly spasming cock. Incredibly, he pumped even more of
his seed into me than he had the first two times. My insatiable
pussy feasted hungrily on his cum, sucking each syrupy spurt into
my flooding womb as it squirted from his quivering cockhead. My
spasming chasm continued to nurse at his sweet flesh even after
his balls had finished draining into me and his massive chest
crushed against my breasts, his thickness slowly softening deep
inside me.
His breathing grew heavy. I sighed as he pulled his long,
flaccid flesh out of my still rutting pussy and rolled off me,
turning his back to me and falling into a deep sleep. As he
snored next to my shivering body, I slid my hand down my abdomen,
through my damp, mated pubic hair and along my raw, swollen pussy
lips. I gasped when I found the stretched, gaping opening, still
open and tender, my fingers slipping easily into the wide
entrance. I felt the slow oozing of his cum as it dribbled down
ont my buttocks. There was very little of it draining from me
and I realized that he'd filled my pussy full three times and I'd
swallowed practically all of it into my womb.
I rolled onto my side and wrapped my arm around him,
pressing my belly tight against his butt, rubbing my breasts into
his back. I fell asleep, purring contentedly, knowing his baby
was growing inside me.
When the morning came, I was alone. I pulled my sticky body
off the bed and immediately felt the throbbing pain between my
legs. I slowly found my clothes. As I slipped on my dress, I
discovered the dark bruises on my breasts. I wondered what my
neck looked like.
I got home and spent the rest of the morning in the shower,
desperately trying to scrub the previous night away. I stepped
out of the stall and sat before the full-length mirror. What I
saw made be panic. I stared at the large red welts on my neck
and the hand-shaped bruises on my breasts, the swollen, elongated
lips of my pussy. Don would be home in less than two weeks and
the cruel marks that covered my body would never go away in time.
Then the full impact of what I'd done hit me and I broke
into long, heaving sobs. I hadn't just let another man have sex
with me. I hadn't just let another man come in me. I'd let a
total stranger impregnate me. I was sure I was pregnant with a
strange man's baby, the baby that should have been Don's. And
I'd wanted him to make me pregnant. Not just my body but, that
last time, my entire being wanted to have his baby.
For the rest of the day I alternated between sobbing in
despair and shivering in fear as I lay in bed. No matter how I
tried, I couldn't find any way to explain the bruises on my neck
and breasts. And even if I could, even if they healed in time,
the moment he put himself in my widened pussy, he'd know. He'd
know.
Yet, even through the bouts of despair and fear, my body
craved attention. Carnal attention. For no reason, my mind
would fill with the image of him, straining and thrusting over
me. My fingers would dip between my legs and my hips would rock
and spasm with the memory of his great cock in my sucking pussy.
I'd moan as the waves of orgasm crested over me. When they faded
I'd begin sobbing again at the memory of my hideous adultery.
At dusk, the phone rang and I let it ring. The answering
machine picked it up. Through the speaker, I heard Don's voice.
I buried my head in the pillow and began to sob uncontrollably.
"Kathy? Darling," he said, the concern slight but evident
in his tone, "I'm sorry I missed you again. Gone out with your
girlfriends again tonight? Listen, I'm really sorry to tell you
this, but the job has been extended another two weeks."
I pulled my head up.
"I know, I'm not happy about it either. I really miss you,
darling. I promise it won't be extended again. It they try,
I'll just quit. I don't care. Kathy, it's just a little less
than a month and I'll be home, and then we can work on that
project together, okay? I love you."
The machine clicked off.
My mood lightened. Another two weeks! The bruises that
marked my unfaithfulness might be gone by the time Don came home.
Maybe my pussy would go back to it's normal size by then, too.
Maybe God was giving me a second chance. Maybe, I hoped and
prayed, I wasn't even pregnant! Don would come home just after I
was supposed to finish my period. Maybe it would be his baby,
after all!
I suddenly shivered as I felt a warm tickle deep inside my
belly, making my skin flush. Yes, I decided as a calm peace
swept over me, perhaps all was not lost after all.
I busied myself for the rest of the month sewing maternity
clothes, real cute dresses. I couldn't wait until I was big
enough to wear them. I was real productive. I bought a skin
cream and it really helped the bruises. They were fading fast
and I was pretty sure they'd be all healed by the time Don got
back. My mood was really up, even the week before my period when
I was usually really cranky. Most of all, the intense horniness
I was feeling had gone away.
The memory, tho, wasn't gone. I kept thinking about him,
especially when Don called. Sometimes it was hard to concentrate
on what he was saying and I had to make excuses about why I
wasn't listening. I could tell from his voice he was getting
worried about me. He started calling at odd times, especially in
the middle of the night. I think he was just calling to make
sure I was home.
As it got closer to my period, I started getting worried
because I didn't get the back pain I usually get. I got real
nauseous the morning before my period was supposed to start,
though. I felt better that entire day because I figured that it
was a sign that I was going to start.
But I didn't. Not the day I was supposed to, or the next,
or the next.
When I was four days late, I went out and bought the home
pregnancy test kit. I don't know why I didn't do it sooner. I
guess I just didn't want to know for sure. After I did the first
test, I went and bought another. Then I knew for sure. I was
pregnant.
There was no reason to be surprised. In the back of my mind
I'd known all along. With all the cum my nameless lover had
pumped into my sucking pussy, there was no way he couldn't have
made me pregnant. Not when I was so ready. So now I knew. For
almost three weeks my sweet stranger's baby had been growing
inside me. My heart leapt joyously, knowing I'd give birth to a
strong, perfect son. At least I hoped it was a boy.
At the same time my mind raced as I tried to think of a way
to keep Don from finding out. At least the bruises were barely
visible. I didn't think he'd even notice them. But I'd been
checking my pussy almost every day, and it never went back the
way it was before my beautiful barbarian stretched it wide and
deep. I had to figure out how to explain that.
At least I didn't have to explain being pregnant. I'd take
care of that as soon as he got home. We'd make love like usual
and he'd just assume it was his baby. The only thing I had to
worry about was if I started showing "too soon." I didn't know
what I was going to do when he saw the baby, but I had almost
nine months to worry about that.
I didn't give a thought to how Don would feel if he found
out I was pregnant with another man's baby. All I could think of
now was making sure my baby was safe and healthy, and I knew my
savage lover wouldn't help me. That meant I had to keep Don for
as long as I could.
Three days later, he came home. When I heard the car drive
up that evening, I rushed out of the house wearing only a robe
over the skimpiest teddy I owned. We met in the driveway. We
held each other for a long time, all clinging arms and tongues. I
was startled at how much smaller he seemed to be.
"I've missed you so much," he moaned.
"I've missed you, too," I whispered, realizing that the only
times I'd thought of him since the night my baby was conceived
was when I was trying to keep that night a secret from him.
He left his bags in the car and we went inside, still
clutching each other, heading for the bedroom. This was it, I
thought, thankful that it was still twilight. He wouldn't think
to put a light on until after we'd finished.
We stood facing each other in the darkening room, removing
each other's clothing. I'd never noticed before that he was a bit
shorter than me. We undid the bow at the neck of my robe while I
pulled off his shirt. My robe fell to the floor as I let his
pants drop. He held my hips as he stepped out of them. I looked
down at his cock. It seemed so small.
I slid my hands up and down his chest as he cupped my
breasts through the gauze fabric of the teddy. I started to
relax as he bent his head to take one of my nipples into his
mouth through the thin material. He didn't seem to notice the
abuse they'd had. But when his lips nipped at my flesh, he
stiffened slightly. My relief was premature. My nipples were
soft. He could tell I wasn't aroused.
He pressed tight on my nipple, sucking and biting, while he
pressed me toward the bed. With his mouth still nursing at me,
we fell together onto the bed. His hands slipped under the filmy
material and caressed my breasts. He tensed again. I suddenly
realized that maybe he couldn't see the bruises, but he could
still feel them.
I made myself flinch. "Ooh," I sighed, "I guess they're
still sore from the rash."
He lifted his head and stared into my eyes. I could see the
traces of doubt growing in his face. "There was a sewer roach in
the shower and I sprayed it into oblivion," I smiled. "I got the
bug spray all over me. I really missed you that day."
I felt him ease a bit. "Was it bad?"
"It was real itchy for a few days, but it's almost all gone
now. Honey, let's talk later," I breathed, "I need you to touch
me now."
"Yes, my darling," he whispered, dipping his head and
licking the underside of my breasts. I always liked that. I
began to feel the warmth inside . His lips moved slowly down my
abdomen, stopping to give special attention to my belly button by
pressing his tongue about in the hollow. That always sent a
chill through me, and I felt my pussy growing moist. Then his
caressing tongue slickly travelled down until they reached they
reached the waistband of my panties.
He nipped at the fabric with his teeth as his lips fluttered
downward. I made my breathing become short and I started
moaning. I could feel him growing more excited. As his tongue
touched my thigh, I sighed loudly and began to rut my hips
slightly. As he lapped at my thighs, his fingers slid under the
waistband of my panties and, as usual, I pulled my legs up and
raised my bottom so he could pull them off. As he slid my
panties down, he grinned and whispered, "You did miss me, didn't
you?"
This was it. As he bent his head to press between my pussy
lips, I started moaning loudly, and when his tongue touched my
clit, I started to frantically pound my bottom against the
mattress and I cried out, "Oh, God, yes!" I grabbed his
shoulders and pulled him up onto me. I reached down and clutched
his cock, positioning it between the folds of my pussy. Then I
quickly wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me. I was
shocked at how small his cock seemed. My immense lover really
had made my pussy wider and deeper.
He didn't seem to notice that I was so much bigger and
looser. He groaned at the sudden penetration and started
thrusting rapidly in and out. I met each beat of his hips with
mine, moaning with each jab. It wasn't long before he began to
snort and I felt his cock throbbing inside me. He came even more
than the night before he left. Even before he was finished, I
felt his cum streaming out of me.
He collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath. I held him
tight and sighed in his ear, "Oh, God, Don, that was incredible!"
When he was able to talk, he said, "Oh, yeah. I don't think
you've ever been that excited before. Maybe we should be
separated more often."
"Don't even think that," I scolded. I clutched him tight.
"God, Don, I missed you so much!"
"And I missed you." As his shrinking cock slipped out of
me, he hugged me. It worked. He hadn't noticed how much larger
I'd become.
That next month Don and I made love every night. I always
had to fake orgasm, and he never seemed to question why he didn't
fit tight in me like he did before his trip. I wasn't coming
with him at all anymore, not when he went down on me, not even
when we used the vibrator together. During the day, tho, when he
was at work, I'd get the vibrator and imagine I was with my sweet
stranger. I'd shudder over and over.
When enough time had passed, I got a test kit and showed him
the results. We had a great celebration that night. My doctor
wasn't as easily fooled as Don, though. She kept asking me about
the dates. She knew the baby was farther along than just a few
weeks. I kept on telling her I was sure because my husband had
been gone for an entire month. She finally smiled and told me
not to be surprised if the baby was premature by a month.
Our lovemaking became a lot less frequent after that. Don
started going out of town a lot. He said his headhunter couldn't
find anything, so he was stuck. I didn't miss him too much. He
was out of town when I went into labor, since the baby wasn't
supposed to due for another month.
He knew the moment he came home and saw my beautiful
olive-skinned son. Then he told me the real reason for his
business trips. There was another woman and another baby,
conceived during our first separation. He hadn't meant for it to
happen, couldn't explain how it happened, but it did. He said
he'd be sure his lawyer was generous.
Our divorce was amicable. Between the alimony and the child
support, we're comfortable enough, especially with the money I
make at my job. I can even afford a babysitter for the nights
I'm working as an exotic dancer. She even stays with the baby
when I bring guys home after work, though I think she just does
that because she likes to listen.
The biggest problem is the loneliness. All the guys I've
been with don't hold a candle to Don. None of them are anywhere
near as caring or smart or funny. I miss him a lot. I never
found a guy who made me feel the way I did the night I got
pregnant, either. The sex is usually better than it was with
Don, but nobody's made me feel like I'd want to have his baby,
like I did that night. Maybe it's because I'm back on the pill.
I never saw my handsome stranger again. I went to all the
singles' spots, but he never showed up. I found the apartment
where my son was conceived, but it was occupied by a young
couple. They'd just been married and had just moved in. I don't
know why, but I didn't expect them to stay together very long.
For the life of me, I couldn't figure out what she saw in him.
-------the end-------
Other Wollstonecraft stories:
1. Appleseed.............(bad seed manipulates twin sisters)
2. Birthday gift, the....(girl seduces her legal guardian)
3. Coercion..............(adultery at gunpoint)
4. Divine gift, the......(confessor satisfies female parishioner)
5. Family................(grim and ironic tale of hospital sex)
6. Fruit of the vine.....(drunk girl gets taken for a ride)
7. Fruition..............(boy next door ready to be of service)
8. Honeymoon.............(blushing bride with a twist )
9. Novice................(sexual awakening of a girl in a convent)
10. Occupation............(virgin services the troops in France)
11. Party.................(six teens play spin the computer)
12. Peer Pressure.........(girl goes too far on a date)
13. Quickening............(stone age sex intrigue)
14. Reasons...............(memorable one night stand)
15. Safe sex..............(young couple forgetting the condom)
16. Tales of the seeding..(mating customs get hairy)
17. Ten Dollar Fine.......(girl gets in trouble in a southern jail)
18. Wedding gift, the.....(bride to be learns the facts of life )
19. Yang reception........(girl obeys cultleader all the way )
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