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		          W A R N I N G  !            
     This story contains graphic and sexually explicit material,
     and is best enjoyed with someone of the appropriate sex handy.  
     As in any  work of fiction, the behaviour of the protagonists   
     is not necessarily endorsed by the author, and any resemblance
     to persons or events is purely coincidental.
     No virgins were deflowered in the creation of this work. 
     Sex with minors should be left to other minors, and while 
     It's fine to *read* about unprotected sex with strangers, 
     you should only *have* unprotected sex with a trusted partner.
     You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it.
                          P L E A S E  !!          
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                           Quickening
                              or
                     "Like A Budding Flower"


                 -------by Wollstonecraft-------



     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 use 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.


     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.


     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.


     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 know whose seed it is 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.


                    -------the end-------


Other Wollstonecraft stories:

 1. Appleseed.............(bad seed manipulates twin sisters)
 2. Birthday gift, the....(girl seduces her legal guardian)
 3. Coercion..............(adultery at gunpoint)
 4. Divine gift, the......(confessor satisfies female parishioner)
 5. Family................(grim and ironic tale of hospital sex)
 6. Fruit of the vine.....(drunk girl gets taken for a ride) 
 7. Fruition..............(boy next door ready to be of service)
 8. Honeymoon.............(blushing bride with a twist )
 9. Novice................(sexual awakening of a girl in a convent)
10. Occupation............(virgin services the troops in France)
11. Party.................(six teens play spin the computer)
12. Peer Pressure.........(girl goes too far on a date)
13. Quickening............(stone age sex intrigue)
14. Reasons...............(memorable one night stand)
15. Safe sex..............(young couple forgetting the condom)
16. Tales of the seeding..(mating customs get hairy on this planet)
17. Ten Dollar Fine.......(girl gets in trouble in a southern jail)
18. Wedding gift, the.....(bride to be learns the facts of life )
19. Yang reception........(girl obeys cultleader all the way )


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