## Archive-name: reason1-4

From: an285729@anon.penet.fi (Wollstonecraft)

Subject: Reason[2/4](m/f, nc)

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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!"

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Reason
or
"You're a real contradiction, ain't you?"

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.

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He was beginning to snort. He always began to snort just before his release.

As I felt Sand's flesh throbbing inside me, pushing his seed up into my breeding place, I spread my legs wider apart and pushed my bottom tighter against his groin, trying to take as much of him into me as I could. His cries told me that he found my movements pleasurable. As always, he planted a great deal of seed. I felt it spilling out of me and dripping down my legs.

Finished, he let go of my hips and I dropped onto the ground with my legs folded under me. Grunting, he rose and left, going over to sleep with Moss. She was still mating with Rain. Sand grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him out of her. Rain's hips were still twitching as he hit the ground. He sat up, looked around and, seeing me alone, crawled over behind my upturned bottom and jabbed his flesh stick into my mating hole.

The other women say that Sand gives them more pleasure than either Rain or Tree, but I've never noticed too much of a difference. Rain's thrusts are quicker and shorter than Sand's, and his shaft is smaller, but Tree is bigger than Sand, so I don't know what the difference could be. Maybe is's just because Sand is the strongest.

It didn't take long for Rain to start pumping his seed into me. He squealed when he sprayed and his hips pounded frantically. I felt his sticky fluid ran down my legs along with Sand's. He let me go and fell next to me, pulling me tightly against his body.

Most nights either Rain sleeps with me or I sleep alone. It didn't used to be that way. Everyone thought I'd be the favorite because of the way the men looked at me, even before I was old enough. My hips were wide and my breasts began to grow sooner than most of the others. Mostly, tho, it was because of my light hair and eyes. They said then when I give birth, it would be easier to tell which of the men's seed had quickened in me.

Sand took me as his own even before I began to flow. The first time, I thought he was going to kill me. When he started forcing his big flesh stick into my tight mating hole, I yelped in pain and tried to pull away, but he just laughed and held my hips tighter as he split me open with his spike. Afterward there was blood everywhere and I just lay there crying while the other women giggled.

After a while, of course, it stopped hurting and I grew to endure and then enjoy it when Sand mounted me. I only mated with Sand back then. He wanted to be sure that it was his seed that quickened in my breeding place. Three and four times a night he'd fill me with his discharge. We didn't expect my flow to even begin until after I gave birth to his child.

But my flow did come. Even with all the seed he planted in me, each moon brought the blood that drained out of my breeding place, telling me I was still barren. At first they thought it was just that I was still too young, but as moon after moon came and went we decided I must be doing something wrong. Everyone tried to help, offering all sorts of suggestions, but still my flow came.

They told me that my problem was that my mating hole didn't suck at my mate's skin staff the way that theirs did. They said they didn't know how they did it, or even why it happened, but when it did their bodies shook all over in ecstasy. Moss said that sometimes when she was with Sand her mating hole would pull so hard on him that she'd suck all of his seed up into her breeding place and none of it would come out. That was why I wasn't quickening. All the seed just ran out of me.

Sand started to mate with others before coming to me. Soon he stopped coming to my bed altogether. Tree mated with me for a while but he, too, tired of me when his seed failed to root. Finally they let Rain mount me. Usually, he was only allowed to mate with the women who had already quickened, but even he decided he'd rather pump his seed into someone else. Sometimes, like tonight, Sand or Tree would come to me after they were done with their favorite, but most of the time they left me alone.

I knew why my mating hole didn't suck at Sand's seed, or Tree's or Rain's, but I couldn't tell them why. Even before Sand started mating with me, I knew, but I didn't know I knew.

It was just after my flow first began. Sand was angry I hadn't quickened, but the others calmed him down by reminding him that I'd come from another family and I couldn't help it. I was upset, too. Mostly I was scared of Sand's anger. I'd been mounting me for a while and I was growing to enjoy it, but I still hadn't felt the intense pleasure that the others did. They told me not to worry, that when my breeding place was ready, the feeling would just come.

I'd gone out to gather food. Heedless to the warnings from the others, I'd wandered farther from home than I guess I should have. The only warning I had was a faint rustling behind me. I quickly turned and came face to face with him. He was alone. He was obviously a wanderer and he was obviously intending to mount me. His stiff flesh stick stuck out rigid and ready from his groin.

The moment I saw him I knew. He was smaller than Tree and didn't seem as strong as Sand, but for some reason I instantly realized that if this one's seed quickened in me, my child would be stronger and healthier than any of the others. This one seemed quicker, faster, even smarter than the men at home. Somehow he was able to survive on his own, and whatever it was that kept him alive, I wanted my child to have it. A tingling warmth spread from my breeding place through my entire body and I felt my mating hole growing wet and open.

He grabbed my shoulders. I made no effort to resist. He smiled as he pulled me down. I started to turn and offer my bottom, but he held me facing him and I was suddenly on the ground on my back. Leaning over me, he pried my legs apart with his knee and put the tip of his seeding shaft between the fleshy folds of my moist hole. As he pushed into me, my hips rose to take him fully inside. I felt the walls of the passage flutter as his thickness pushed against them, forcing them apart, driving himself tightly into my narrow channel.

I thrilled at the feeling of him so deep inside me. He wasn't any larger than Sand, but the strange mating position seemed to let him penetrate deeper. As he began to quickly thrust in and out, his seed sac beat against my bottom and his hard groin bone pounded at me again and again just below my own, striking a fire within me that began burning higher and hotter.

Suddenly I felt as if I had burst into flames. I cried out at the intense pleasure and my body spasmed underneath him. I felt my mating hole convulse and I heard him groan as my inflamed flesh clutched and pulled at his hammering spike.

We cried out again and again in unison, grunting and groaning with each delicious stab. Then his grunts became bellows and his flesh stick grew thicker. With a mighty roar, he jammed it deep into me and it jerked viciously as it pumped his seed into me. My hole clamped sharply down on the throbbing flesh, urging his seed to come racing out, sucking it deep into my breeding place. It swelled up again and I felt my flesh ripple along it's length. Again it pulsed inside me and again my hole clutched and squeezed at him, drawing his release deep into me. His rigid staff spat spurt after rich spurt of his seed and my mating hole gulped at every drop, swallowing all of it, filling my breeding place with the sweet syrup.

When he'd finished draining his seed sac into me, he fell gasping onto my shuddering body, crushing me under him. He rested there for a moment, catching his breath, his flesh still hard and thick inside me. Then he rolled off of me and I sighed as he stiff presence pulled out of my mating hole. He rose to his feet and quickly ran off into the brush.

I lay there panting and shaking, my legs still spread wide apart, trying to grasp what had just happened. My mating hole began to ooze with the remains of his discharge and I pulled my knees together to keep any more of it from escaping. I wanted to be sure I lost none of his precious seed. I wanted to do everything I could to make it quicken inside me. I wanted his child to grow inside me.

I'd never felt this way when I mated with Sand. It was nice, but I'd never really thought about childbirth. Now the longing to bear the wanderer's baby overwhelmed me. And then I understood why.

I remembered a vague memory of the time before my mother and I had become part of this family, a time with other, different people. People with light hair, like mine. There was an image of a man, not unlike the wanderer who I'd just mated with. And suddenly I realized how Sand's head was too small for his body and his arms and legs weren't the same size. He was ugly. Ugly! And so was Tree and Rain. I didn't want my baby to look like them. I wanted my baby to be stronger and smarter and quicker. Like the wanderer. Like my old family.

That night, while Sand's flesh pumped inside me, his breath quick and warm on my back, I imagined it was the wanderer filling me and I shivered a bit. Sand enjoyed that little shiver, grunting his pleasure as his seed ran in rivulets down my legs. It was the last time he or any of the others felt me react to their thrusting.

I kept my secret, believing that my flow had finally been stayed, knowing that the wanderer's seed had rooted in me and I would soon grow fat with his child. I was crushed when, a few days later, it started after all. Sand wasn't happy about it, either. Still, he didn't give up right away. Tree and Rain had to wait a while longer before they had their turns with me.

Their turns came and went. The sweet memory of the wanderer never faded. I knew that if I waited long enough he would return. When I went to gather food, I'd travel further and further from home and get back later and later. The others were constantly scolding me for straying so far, but I didn't care. I knew he was out there somewhere and I knew I would have his child.

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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.

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I'd made a habit of going back almost every day to the spot my perfect stranger had mounted me, even though I'd picked every bit of food from that place, so it always took me longer to gather my share of food. Normally, the men wouldn't like one of the women being away from home for so long, but since they decided I was barren, it didn't seem to bother anyone if I was there at all or not. Sometimes I'd be gone for many days at a time and the only result was that one of the men would be sure to mount me as soon as I came back.

Still, no matter how long I was away, I never found the wanderer. It wasn't for trying. For days and days I'd roam, going into places I was told was dangerous. I didn't care. I ached to have my baby soon. That was probably why I got reckless and went over the ridge to the valley on the other side. When I was younger, I'd ask what was over that ridge and I'd be told there was nothing there at all. They were wrong.

When I found the spoor, my heart leapt. It was fresh. Someone had been here very recently. Then the wind changed and my belly began to tingle. Excited, I breathed in the scent. I began to run into the wind.

I broke into a clearing and saw the food gathered on the ground, but there was no sign of anyone. I knew I was in the right place, though. The smell was thick in the air. I sat nest to the food and fell onto my back. I raised my knees and parted my thighs widely. The moisture from inside me flowed freely out. I reached down and passed my fingers along my mating hole. It was open like a budding flower, the folds of skin around the opening swollen and thick like the petals of a nectar plant. I could smell my scent mixing with his.

I heard the rustle of the leaves, but I didn't turn my head. Instead I began to press my fingers into my mating hole. My hips began to rock up and down and I began to moan with my eyes shut tight.

When I opened them again, he stood before me, staring at me hungrily. My breath caught in my throat as I realized that this wasn't my wanderer. This one was huge. His broad shoulders seemed twice the size of Sand's and his rippled chest was covered with thick wiry hair that fluttered with his quick breathing. His skin was dark and leathery. Jutting rigidly from the thick matted fur that covered his belly, his immense flesh stick bobbed in readiness, longer and thicker than any I'd seen before. Beads of liquid formed at its fat slitted tip, each falling drop instantly replaced with another. Between his legs, his huge seed sac hung, throbbing as it bloated with his desire.

I spread my legs apart wider and raided my hips, offering my mating hole to him. He fell to his knees between my thighs and, taking his great staff in his hand. Sliding back the fleshy hood, he rubbed the plump head between the petals of my mating hole. I grunted and pushed myself up to take him into me, crying out as my folds parted widely to swallow the crown of his thick pole into my body. He smiled as my petals wrapped tightly around the shaft, already beginning to suck and clutch at him.

I pulled him down onto me, crushing my breasts into his chest, digging my nipples into the rough hair. With a deep grunt, he rammed down his hips and I yowled as his flesh stick forced itself into my tight cavity. My arms wrapped tightly around him and my legs flew up, my thighs tight on his waist, my heels digging into his buttocks, pushing him into me even deeper.

Instantly he started to quickly thrust himself in and out and I felt the fire start to rage from deep inside me. Each jab of his rigid shaft made the heat burn hotter and higher and then I was overwhelmed as the flames engulfed my being. I spasmed frantically under him, my mating hole squeezing and pulling at his thrusting thickness, my voice crying out my ecstasy again and again.

His breath grew shorter, his pounding hips grew fiercer and I knew he was preparing to plant his seed in me. I squealed in delight as his driving hips pushed even harder and deeper into me and his hands pulled up at my hips. He pushed himself forward and pulled me up into his rising hips. My back curled as he rolled me up so that I was lying on my shoulders, my legs rising and wrapping around his neck. He savagely drilled down into my upturned mating hole and I met each fierce piercing with an equally ferocious lunge of my hips. The sudden sharp stabs I felt deep inside me as his huge flesh stick struck the very bottom of my mating hole only intensified the waves of passion that flashed through me and made the spasming walls inside me suck even harder at the punching presence, pulling in into me even deeper. Through the rapture that washed over me, I felt the tip of his driving shaft somewhere deep inside me pushing in, prying apart, opening me up even wider, as if his flesh was invading even into my breeding place.

Then his flesh stick suddenly swelled up, growing even tighter in my rippling mating hole. The moment had come. His back arched and he cried out in a mighty roar as he jammed his rigid skin shaft down, sticking it deep into me, ramming the head hard against the end of my quivering chasm, driving tightly into the opening to my breeding place. Then the hard fullness inside me lurched sharply and I felt the dull pressure of his seed spurting into me.

I shrieked as the walls of my mating hole clamped down onto him, squeezing the sweet white nectar from him and drawing it deep into me. Even as the spasm ended, he grew swollen again, and again I felt the vicious throb of his great flesh stick as it gushed his release and the tightening of my insides at I hungrily sucked his seed into my waiting breeding place. Over and over it wrenched deliciously inside me, spiting jet after jet of his rich cream down into my quivering channel. Over and over I shook, my flesh nursing at his, milking the thick squirts of seed out of him and into me.

His surging seed filled me. I felt myself grow full, my breeding place flooding with his essence. Yet still his seed flowed into me. There seemed to be no end to his release. I quaked in joy, knowing I held so much of his seed inside me, knowing it would root, knowing I would quicken and bear his child. We howled together, his pulsing, spurting flesh stick tight inside my squeezing, sucking mating hole, our mating seemingly endless.

But soon the thick streams ebbed and his roars became sharp grunts. With his skin shaft still throbbing hard inside my tight passage, he fell heavily onto my twitching body, his heaving chest flattening my breasts, his heart pounding next to mine. My arms and legs, still encircling him, clutched at his gasping form and my hips beat up at his still-rigid flesh. Even before he regained his breath, his hips started rocking down to meet mine. My body grew insistent, rutting up into his groin, and he responded by pressing rhythmically against me, increasing his intensity as I increased mine.

Then we were hammering into each other once more, his flesh stick burying itself into my mating hole over and over, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. My back arched, my nails dug into his back and my screams filled his ears as his grunts of pleasure filled mine.

Again his back tightened, again his thick spike bloated and again I was inundated as he jetted his seed into my thirsty mating hole. I cried out in pleasure and awe as I clamped and clutched at his thick flesh, sucking out the sweet nectar, taking it deep into me. I felt myself grow full as he pumped my breeding place full. I shivered in delight as I imagined his strong seed rooting and growing in me, my belly swelling and arching as I grew fat bearing his strong, healthy child.

Even as the thick spurts abated and he sank to my breast, his deflating flesh still rocked gently in and out of me. I felt his seed sacs, pressed tight upon my bottom, swelling and quivering and my eyes widened as I realized they were yet again filling with even more of his seed. His inexhaustible flesh stick again grew hard and thick and for the third time we cried out as we labored together to drive his virile seed into my fertile breeding place and plant his spawn inside me.

Five times his seed sacs filled and drained, five time his thick shaft spurted stream after stream of his potent discharge into me and five times my mating hole greedily sucked in every drop. When he finally fell, exhausted, onto my twitching, spamsing body and his flesh stick shrank and slipped from my grasp, I felt bloated from the great flood I held deep within me. Yet, I felt only a trickle of fluid escaping from between the fluttering folds of my hole. It was so different from the sticky streams that ran onto my thighs after I mated with Sand. I knew that, this time, I was sure to quicken and give birth to his child.

For days I stayed with him. Our every waking moment seemed to be spent with his flesh plunged deep into mine. Occasionally I'd leave his side to gather food for us, but the moment I came back to the clearing, he pounce upon me and we'd mate violently even before I could put down the food. Our hunger for each other never seemed to lessen. Every mating was, incredibly, even more pleasurable than the last.

It happened on the third day, just after he filled me for the third time during our fourth mating that day. As he lay on me, catching his breath, preparing to begin again, I felt a slight flutter deep inside me.

It grew into a warmth that filled my belly and spread through my entire body. My skin tingled and grew warm. I sighed as a gentle peace came over me, as if somehow I was suddenly complete, suddenly whole.

It was my quickening. The others had told me I would feel it when it happened. Now I understood why they couldn't describe the sense of calm and contentment they felt when they knew a child was growing inside them. It was so subtle, but so profound.

At first, he didn't notice the change in me, but when his flesh stick again grew hard and tight and he began to push in and out, he realized my response was different. Just as before, I cried out in pleasure, but the spasms in my mating hole weren't as intense, less desperate. My body knew our mating had already borne fruit, that his seed had rooted in my breeding place and was growing in my belly.

When he grunted his release, his driving piercings didn't seem as urgent or determined as they'd been. When he finished, rolled off me and looked deeply into my eyes. He pressed his hand against my belly and smiled. I nodded, but I didn't have to. He knew. He rose, took most of the food we'd gathered and then he left the clearing. It didn't surprise me when he left. The only reason he stayed was to put his child in me. Once he knew I'd been bred, it was time to leave. I was happy that he'd stayed as long as he did.

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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.

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Now that I was with child, I had to return to the family. If I was on my own when my belly was heavy, my baby wouldn't be safe. If a family found me then, the men would take me, but when my baby was born they'd kill it and try to put their own child in me. Even if I was lucky and I wasn't found, sooner or later I'd grow too big to take care of myself. And giving birth alone was dangerous. The best chance was for me to find a family and make the men believe one of them had quickened me. I could wander for many moons before I found another family and then it would be too late. No, I knew where I had to go.

I didn't go back right away. I found a spring and bathed myself in the water, scrubbing away his scent, especially inside my mating hole. Then I waited two more days, just to be sure the smell of him was completely gone. Then I returned.

The first man I saw was Tree. I expected that, like it always did, my absence would make the men want to mate with me. I became worried when he scowled at me. Did he know? Could he smell my alien child inside me?

Then I felt the rough hands on my back, pushing me forward, and the legs jamming between mine, forcing my thighs apart. I fell to the ground on my hands and knees under the weight of the body behind me. When the flesh stick thrust itself cruelly into my dry mating hole I knew immediately it was Sand.

I fought back the revulsion I felt and filled my mind with the image of the wanderer. I imagined it was his hands on my hips savagely pulling me into his groin. I imagined it was his grunts that filled my ears and his hot breath on the back of my neck. I imagined it was his thick shaft that hammered in and out of my raw, inflamed flesh. I grew wet and warm.

I lifted my hand and moved it down to press upon my belly, imagining it was his abdomen pushing down on me. My palm moved lower, sliding over my mound bone and fluttering at the top of my opening. My fingers brushed against the nubbin of flesh there and it sent lightning through me. I pressed harder against it, stroking it just as my virile wander's flesh stick did. Suddenly, I shuddered in rapture.

Sand grunted in surprise as I spasmed under him. He increased the force of his thrusts until, roaring, his flesh stick futilely bloated and spurted inside me as my mating hole sucked at his useless seed. It was nothing like the intense spasms I felt with my wanderer, but it was enough to make Sand happy. He grunted contentedly as twice more his seed sacs filled and drained. Even with my clamping at his rigid flesh, I felt his seed dripping in rivulets down my legs.

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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.

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That night, and for much of the next day, Sand stabbed himself into me again and again. I had planed not to announce my quickening for yet another day, but my mating hole became too inflamed and it grew harder and harder to make myself clutch at him. I stopped trying, and he noticed immediately. When I told him I had felt the quickening, he grinned and howled like a wild animal.

For a while he continued to mate with me, but when my mating hole again didn't pull at his flesh stick, he grew tired of me. Tree and Rain took their turns, but they, too, began to mate me less and less often. The sudden appearance of my passion and its just as sudden disappearance didn't seem to bother anyone.

Nor did anyone have any suspicions when I gave birth to the child. None that were voiced, anyway. The boy I bore has proved to be so strong and healthy that Sand never considered the possibility that father could be anyone but him. Still, there were the occasional doubts. Sand killed two boys whose only crime was making fun of the way Rock walks, which is so different from the others. And then there was that stupid statement Rain made that cost him his life.

It wasn't long before Rock became faster, stronger and smarter than even the older boys. I knew it was only a matter of time before he challenged Sand. Still, I didn't expect it to happen so soon. The day he told us that Sand and Tree were gone, we were all in shock. He hadn't even begun to show an interest in mating.

I didn't expect that to happen so soon, either. Right after he made his announcement, he took me. His movements were just like his father's, especially after I taught him his father's mating position. I shuddered again and again under him, my mating hole spasming for the first time since he quickened inside me.

We all mate face to face now. Rock doesn't have favorites, so the men mate with whoever they want and everyone's happy. For a long time before Sand and Tree were killed, there were very few quickenings, but now there isn't a woman in the family that doesn't have a child inside her breeding place. Even me. And we all whose seed it that makes our bellies grow fat.

As old as I am, I know I won't live through childbirth, but maybe my baby will. I hope it's a girl baby. Maybe when she's old enough, Rock will plant a child in her breeding place and she'll feel the joy I felt when I first found my sweet wanderer.

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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.

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