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 head-hunters. 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. xxxxxxxxxx
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 it'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 favourite 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, though, 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 favourite, 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.
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, though. 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
savouring 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, darling," 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, aren't you? Not yet. We aren'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 onto 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. xxxxxxxxxx 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, spasming 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.
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. xxxxxxxxxx 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
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