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Subject: {ASSM} Sex on the Beach (mf, con, cheat, impreg?)
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Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2007 23:10:03 -0500
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This fictional story was written for the entertainment of adults and should 
not be viewed by those under the legal age.

This story is the property of the author.  It may be redistributed, copied 
and stored without changes, though it is not to be used by commercial 
entities.  Using this material in any commercial publication, including 
websites, without the express permission of the author, is not permitted.

This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction.  In 
real life, use a condom.  Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser 
sexual diseases await people such as the characters described here.

Sex on the Beach (mf, con, cheat, impreg?) by Assymetry

Meredith was 22 and in her first year of medical school.  She'd always been 
a bit of a bookworm, studying and volunteering at the hospital all through 
college so that she when she headed off to a new town to start her doctorate 
she felt the she was overdue to reinvent herself.  To her great surprise, a 
few trips to the mall and a new, cute haircut had been all the slim, 5'4" 
brunette had needed to win acceptance as a "popular girl" among her fellow 
students.  It would be another year before it would occur to her that most 
of her friends were from similarly geeky backgrounds and were also trying to 
be social for the first time.

For the meantime she especially enjoyed the attention of one of the more 
popular boys, Pete.  He loved sports and drinking with his buddies, but when 
she got him alone he was a real sweetie.  And, since he frequently dropped 
the names of past conquests, he was more than enough experienced to 
alleviate Meredith of her burdensome virginity.  They'd gotten drunk along 
with the rest of the regulars in their third week and he'd literally opened 
a whole new world for her.  Since then they had been the cutest couple ever.

Until last week.  Martin Luther King's birth offered an insanely short 
three-day weekend of a break and yet Pete had decided he had to go home.  
Meredith had already traveled the three hours with him for Thanksgiving and 
Christmas, so she assumed she was invited, but Pete had told her he needed 
to do something by himself.  Coupled with his increasingly long, secretive 
phone calls to a number in his old area code and Meredith was more than a 
little suspicious.

Even worse, she had been horribly horny all weekend.  Her pussy was wet even 
when she wasn't aroused -- not that that had been often -- and her fingers 
no longer did the trick.  When her girlfriends called her up to ask her to 
go to a bar to find some fun she leapt at the chance.  She wasn't looking 
for a new man, but the way Pete always talked about his many lays had 
chipped away at her until she needed a conquest of her own.  So, as her 
friends haggled over how to split the taxi fare Meredith was already 
deciding that she'd find a separate way home.

Within minutes of paying the cover charge and entering the incredibly 
crowded -- especially for a Sunday night -- bar, Meredith had headed off on 
her own and was perched atop a stool at the bar next to a well built man 
with curly blond hair.  She smiled at him and had his immediate attention.

"Hi there, what's your name?" he asked.

"Meredith," she said as she swiveled to face him.

"And what are you up to tonight?" he asked as he took in her fine features.

"I dunno, fun I guess..." she trailed off, suddenly feeling a bit awkward.

"What sort of fun would that be?" he probed, seeming more confident as she 
felt meeker.

"Um..." Meredith paused.  Fuck this, she wasn't going to be on the 
defensive: "This sort of fun!"  She stretched one of her long, smooth legs 
out until it rested across his lap.  His hand rested upon it immediately.

"I see," he said, "why that's just what I was looking for too."  He eased a 
rough hand up her thigh until it was beneath her skirt.  She blushed and 
began to pull away.

"Don't," he commanded.  "This place is actually so crowded that nobody is 
looking."

As Meredith glanced around she realized he was right.  She also realized 
that he had just coaxed a finger beneath her thong and into her slick pussy. 
  She grinned and tried to be the most forward she could be: "Enough of 
that, don't you have somewhere we could go?"

Smiling, he shook his head.  He leaned over until she could feel his warm 
breath on her ear.  Enunciating careful, he said, "We're not going anywhere. 
  Slide off the stool and place your hands on the bar like you are waiting 
to get a drink.  I will fuck you from behind."

Her eyes wide, Meredith was a somewhat shocked and very turned on to find 
herself doing exactly as he asked without hesitating.  Just as she placed 
her palms on the worn ridges of the wooden bar, she felt him press in behind 
her.  To most in the crowded bar it only looked a bit like someone copping a 
feel off a flushed girl in a tank top.  Meredith however felt his hand 
between them as he lowered his zipper, found his cock and slipped it under 
her short skirt.

His hand roamed past her outer thighs until he gripped her beneath the 
skirt, feeling the crushed velvet of the front of her thong and the hot 
pussy beneath it.  Sliding his fingers downward, he again slipped a finger 
into her moist hole.  By now she was absolutely gushing.  If not for her 
undies the juices might be well down her thighs.  She moaned quietly and 
pressed her ass  against him.

He knew she was ready.  Shifting slightly, he pulled the crotch of her 
panties aside and moved until the head of his cock was lodged against her 
wet lips.  Pushing slightly, she felt the opening of her cunt catch him, but 
at first he made little progress entering her tightness.  Sighing, she 
pressed against him, slowly feeling her walls give way as the head of this 
stranger's cock began to explore her most private reaches.

God he was big!  Bigger at least than any she'd felt.  Then again Pete was
always a little shy about his five incher and his brother (their secret) 
hadn't
been any bigger.  It felt wonderful.  And warm.

Shit, he's not wearing a condom.  Then again, who sits in a bar with a hard 
cock and condom on?  And then again again, who fucks up against the bar in a 
crowd?  Fuck it, she thought.  Her first condomless cock was swapping heat 
with the walls of her cunt, filling her with a warmth she'd never known.  It 
felt wonderful.  She groaned a little too loud and caught the bartender's 
attention.

"What it'll be now?" asked the harried bartender.

"Um," she gulped, hoping that she wasn't sweating as visibly as she felt she 
was," I'll have a rum and coke please."

"Make that two!" shouted her anonymous lover from behind her, slapping a 
twenty dollar bill on the counter as he finally rammed the length of his 
cock into her.

Meredith gasped and the bartender grinned.  Oh god, she thought, he knows.  
But his gaze fell not so much on their public coupling as the view down her 
halter top that exposed most of her braless tits.  Sadly only B cups, she 
thought, but usually enough.  Now, with their nipples stretching into the 
fabric of the halter, her tits were more than enough to distract the 
bartender from her more embarrassing situation.  She smiled at the bartender 
as the cock backed a bit out of her pussy.  He left to go work on the 
drinks.

The man behind her began a slow rhythm, fucking in and out of her tight hole 
as it slowly loosened to accommodate him perfectly.  She'd definitely never 
had a cock like this in her.  Maybe it was as only an inch or so bigger, but 
what an inch.  She felt her cream drip and slurp around his probing cock in 
a way that surely would have been audible in a quiet room on a couch or a 
bed.

Over and over again he slid within her, until she last track of time, though 
surely no more than it took for the bartender to finish the drinks he had 
just placed in front of her.  She smiled at him in thanks, but the dreamy 
look in her face must have confused him slightly because he briefly looked 
puzzled before another customer distracted him.

Her tight walls sucked at the cock within her.  She felt so sexy, like an 
animal in heat being bred in the wild.  Shit again!  With no condom and no 
pill she needed to be careful.  When she first asked for birth control after 
the end of finals last semester she'd been too sick and underweight and the 
doctor thought it might mess with her hormones.  Stupid doctor, the whole 
point was to mess with her hormones.  She knew she should have tried again 
and that she could have tried a different doctor, but Pete was always 
content with the condoms and it just been an issue.  Now she was literally 
fucked.  But it felt good.

Continuing to push back into him, she turned her head and said, "I'm not on 
the pill or anything."  An inadvertent eavesdropper next to them at the bar 
gulped too much beer and began sputtering.  "Please be careful," she 
continued breathlessly as she tried to squeeze her hot walls around him.  
She thought of how it would feel if he came against her hot ass cheeks, even 
if it meant ruining the skirt, and her cunt felt even hotter.  She'd save it 
as a remembrance, she quickly decided.

Speeding up, the man who belonged to the cock that was stretching her pussy 
said a not-so-reassuring, "I'll try."  Oh god, she thought.  She wanted to 
moan for all she was worth but did not dare with so many people so very 
close.

Unfettered by strip of wet cloth force aside by the cock within her, her 
juices began to actually drip down her thighs.  Again she counted her 
blessings, if not for the overpowering scents of smoke and spilt beer, her 
pussy would be the fragrance of the evening for the throngs all around her.

"Go ahead, drink you drink," rumbled the man behind her, sounding tense but 
unflustered.  She complied, supporting herself on her elbows as she tipped 
the drink toward her the wet, red lips of her mouth, the welcome tingle of 
the soda joining the tingle of the redder and far wetter lips of her other 
mouth.

As she felt the thrusts stretching her become a bit erratic, she again 
turned her head to the side.  "Remember, I'm unprotected," she pleaded.

"I remember," he replied as his just as he rammed his swelling cock hard 
into her one last, fateful time.  He made not a sound as his began pulsing 
hot sprays of semen within the tight tunnel that led to her fertile womb.

"Oh," was all she could say as the flood of warmth set off her own orgasm.  
Wishing she could buck against him but instead feeling every muscle go 
rigid, her pussy began milking his cock for the pregnancy giving juices that 
might ruin her career before it even started.  She felt so hot and alive, 
she didn't give a damn.  In fact she enjoyed not giving a damn.

Abruptly the cock was out of her, setting loose a gush of their mutual 
juices
over her distended lips, into the wadded fabric of her undies, down her 
thighs and possibly even onto the floor of the bar.

"Thanks!  Enjoy the drink," said her new lover.  He then briefly kissed the 
back of her neck before quickly slipping away into the anonymous crowd.

She gulped the rest of the first rum and coke and was just starting the 
second when a glob of his cum dropped onto her ankle.  Hopefully, she 
thought, the gooey thong would be her only souvenir of the evening.

Meredith realized that she had better go find her friends.  It looked like 
she would share cab-fare home after all.

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