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Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2001 08:10:02 -0400
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If you don't mind:

While it's flattering that Bronte has collected and is redistributing my 
stories, please note that I did NOT write a story named "Quickening."  I 
did, however, write a story entitled "Reason" (NOT "Reasons;" this was a 
regrettable typo made when the story was first submitted to ASS, and has 
annoyed me greatly ever since).  The story being passed off as "Quickening" 
is, in fact, an integral part of "Reason" and should NOT be presented as a 
separate story.

The whole point of the story, after all, is that as much as we want to 
believe we are governed by "reason," nature will have it's way with us 
regardless.

The story, as it was written, and as it should be presented, follows.


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


     He was beginning to snort.  He always snorts just before he
comes.

     I love to watch him come.  His face always scrunches up and
he always clenches his teeth.  Then when I feel his buttocks go
tight, his mouth goes slack and his eyes roll up.  He always lets
out a long groan when he starts to beat frantically into me,
grunting with each sharp thrust.  He becomes such an animal!

     Just like always, when he was finished, he fell onto me,
gulping air.  His heaving chest pressed onto my breasts and I
felt his heart pounding against mine.  He began to gently nibble
at my ear and I shivered at his gasping breath on my neck and his
semen streaming from my pussy onto the mattress.

     Every night, after we make love, I say a silent prayer of
thanks to God that He gave me Don.  Especially after some of the
assholes I went out with before I met him.   Don's so different
from any guy I've ever known.  He's smart, he's funny and he
dotes on me constantly.  He makes lots of money, but it wouldn't
matter to me if we had to live in a station wagon as long as we
were together.

     He's such a gentle lover.  He's so caring.  Most of the guys
I've been with never liked to go down on me, but Don never
hesitates.  He always makes sure I come even before he thinks
about his pleasure.  Sometimes before he comes inside me, he
caresses me while I get off with the vibrator.

     Sure, maybe I've had more intense orgasms with a couple of
other guys, but they were real jerks.  Don may not be the most
handsome guy in the world, but I can't imagine loving anyone
anywhere near as much as I love him.  Sometimes I love him so
much it hurts.

     Don kissed my neck.  "Well," he whispered into my ear, "when
do we stop practicing and really start making a baby?"

     "Soon," I breathed, stroking his head.  "I start my period
tomorrow.  The doctor said that the best time is a little more
than a week after I finish, but we could do it earlier and your
seed should stay inside me for days, so it could happen anytime."

     "I can't wait to make you pregnant," Don said as he nuzzled
into the hollow of my neck.  "Aw," he sighed, as always, as his
soft cock slipped out of my pussy.  His thick seed poured out of
me.  He always came a lot.

     "Neither can I."  I caressed his back.  "The doctor told me
that I'd be real fertile just coming off the pill, so by this
time next month I'll have your baby inside me."

     "I love you,." he whispered, staring into my eyes.

     "I love you, too," I replied.  We kissed each other deeply.

     My period, as usual, started on schedule.  I know those few
days when I was menstruating bothered Don even though he never
complained.  Even though he couldn't come inside me, it wasn't
like we didn't make love.  Don loved to come in my throat almost
as much as he loved to fill my pussy.  It was because he couldn't
make me come.  I told him that I didn't care, but he still tried
extra hard to make me happy.  He really is a gem.

     The day after I started my period, he gave me the bad news.

     "I have to go out of town."

     I pulled back from our welcome-home hug and asked, "When?"

     He looked at me with sad puppy dog eyes.  "Tomorrow."

     I cried, "Tomorrow?  For how long?"

     He looked as if he was going to cry.  "Almost a month."

     I was heartbroken.  Don had told me his job might send him
to other sites for brief periods of time, but this was the first
time it had happened since we'd been married.  This would be the
first time we would be separated.

     "But the baby," I whimpered.

     "Is going to have to wait.  I'm so sorry, Kathy, but I'm the
only one in the entire company who can fix the problem.  I did
tell you this could happen."

     "Don," I suddenly realized, "can't you take me with you?"

     "No, the company insists that wives don't come with their
husbands on business trips.  Don't worry.  When I found that out
I was on the phone with a couple of different headhunters.  This
won't happen again."  He was angry about it, that's for sure.

     Then he said, "But there's nothing I can do about this. I've
got to go.  I'm so sorry."

     "I am, too."  I hugged him tight.  "I'm going to miss you
so."

     That night I must have swallowed gallons of his semen.  He
just came and came, but it didn't seem enough for him.  Or for
me.  He looked at me with a puzzled expression when I got up and
went into the bathroom.  I came back with a towel and put it
under me, then I pulled him down onto me.  When I reached down
and put his cockhead between my pussy lips, he said, "Are you
sure?"

     In answer I pushed up my hips and his cock buried itself
into my pussy.   I was really tight and sticky from my flow and
it really seemed to turn him on.  It wasn't long before he
started snorting and coming.

     When he was done draining himself into me and lay gasping at
my breast, he panted, "Do--do you think--"

     "No," I sighed, "it's still much too early.  And even if it
wasn't, the sperm would just spill out with my flow."

     "Kathy, I--"

     "I know," I soothed, "I'm disappointed, too.  Next month.
Next month we'll make a baby.  A beautiful golden-haired baby
with beautiful light blue eyes, just like ours."

     "Just like ours," he sighed. "Next month."

     "Next month for sure," I whispered.  We fell asleep in each
other's arms.

     I thought the first few days without Don would be the worst.
They were pretty bad.  I busied myself with my housework and my
hobbies.  I put up a new shelf in the bathroom.  I started on
making a dress.  And I spent a lot of time on the phone with my
best friend, Sandy, mostly complaining about how much I missed
Don.

     During the couple of days, he called every night, but the
calls came later and later because he was so busy.  On one call,
he fell asleep in the middle of a sentence.  I yelled into the
phone to wake him up and told him that while I really missed
hearing him snore, I didn't want him to get sick from lack of
sleep.  After that he didn't call much in the evenings.

     The night were horrible.  I got ready for bed, but it was so
lonely without Don.  He loves to watch me change into my skimpy
nightgowns.  But his eyes weren't staring at me when I slipped
out of my bra and let my firm breasts free.  He loves how they're
so full but don't sag at all.  He wasn't there when I pulled my
jeans down over my pelvis and let them drop to the floor.  He
loves to caress my wide hips.  But it was just the cold air I
felt on my bare skin, not his gentle hands.

     That first night when I tried to go to sleep, I kept
reaching over to where he should be laying and I'd wake up with a
start when I discovered he wasn't there.  I just couldn't get
used to sleeping alone in our big bed, so I just got up and went
into the living room.  Eventually I fell asleep in the chair in
front of the TV.

     I spent over a week sleeping in that chair.  One night I
woke up and there was this really erotic movie on the TV.  The
doctor told me that it wasn't uncommon for a woman to feel, as he
put it, "more responsive" just after she stopped taking the pill,
but I was caught unawares at the intensity of my horniness.   I
stared at the screen getting hotter and hotter until I was
burning with desire and my fingers wandered into my lap to play
along the folds of my pussy lips.

     I couldn't stand it.  I got up and practically ran to the
the bedroom.  I pushed the fabric and sewing supplies off the
bed, and pulled out the vibrator.  I slid off my panties, spread
out on bed and poked the tip of the quivering plastic between my
legs.  I rubbed it up and down against my clit, imagining it was
Don's tongue, and I felt the flutter of my orgasm beginning.

     As the spark of pleasure ebbed, I slid the vibrator lower,
letting it slip between the folds of my pussy.  I began to groan
as I slowly pushed the hard shaft into me.  It was thicker than
Don's cock and I felt myself stretching to take in all in.  I was
imagining Don grunting and thrusting above me, but then suddenly
the image of an old boyfriend flashed through my mind.  An
explosive orgasm roared through me.  Wave after wave of intense
rapture buffeted my senses.  It seemed to go on forever.  Finally
it waned and I immediately fell into a deep contented sleep.  It
was the first decent night's sleep I'd had since Don left.


                            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 is's just because
Sand is the strongest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


                            xxxxxxxxxx


     In the morning I awoke with the vibrator tight between my
thighs, its tip still poking into me.  The picture of the same
old boyfriend I'd thought about the night before again came into
my mind.  It was strange because I hadn't thought about him in
years.

     I had the hots for him in high school.  He was the second
boy I ever had sex with.  It was only the one time, but the
memory sent shivers up and down my spine.  I remember I just came
and came and came.  He turned out to be a real jerk, tho.  He
promised to wear a condom, but after it was all over I found out
he'd pulled it off.  If it hadn't been so close to my period, I'm
sure he would have gotten me pregnant.

     My thighs started to rub together at the memory, making the
vibrator between them poke into my pussy.  Suddenly I shuddered
fiercely as I came, the waves washing over me again and again.
When they finally ended, I decided that was enough of that, so I
I put the vibrator away and went to shower.

     I was edgy all day.  That evening I tried working on my
dress and I tried to watch TV but I ended up either pacing or
staring at the phone waiting for Don to call.  When it rang, I
jumped to pick it up.

     "Oh, Don," I sighed into the phone, "I really miss you.
Please, can't you come home this weekend?"

     "You're really losing it, aren't you?"  Sandy's laugh came
from the receiver.

     "Oh," I whined.

     "Well, if that's how you feel, I'll call my other best
friend," she sniffed.

     "No, Sandy, it's just that--"

     "I know," she mocked, "'I really miss Don!'  You know, girl,
you really got to get out of that house.  As wonderful as it
might be, life isn't all just cleaning and sewing and Oprah.  Why
don't you go out with me tonight?"

     "Where?"  Actually, it sounded interesting.  I guess I was
getting a little stir-crazy.

     "'Satisfaction'."

     "Don and I tried to go there a couple weeks ago and there
was a line around the block.  We'll never get in."

     "I can't, but we can if you wear something hot."

     I met her outside the club.  I decided to go with the tight
white dress, the one Don likes so much.  For good measure, I
decided to go without the bra, a decision I began to regret when
I got outside and into the chilly night air. I also started to
wonder what possessed me to not wear panties.  The argument that
the panty lines would show didn't seem too smart when I saw my
reflection in a shop window.  Not only could I clearly see the
outline of my aureoles around my hard nipples, but I thought I
could even see a hint of my pubic hair.  God, I just as well
could have been naked!  Well, Sandy said hot.

     When Sandy saw me she said, "Wow.  You look like you're
dressed for big game hunting.  There's no way we're going to wait
in that line."

     Sure enough, we were let right in.  As cool as it was
outside, it was sweltering inside.  Sandy made a beeline to the
bar, ordering Long Island Iced Teas for the two of us.  I sipped
at the drink and it tasted both warm and cool as it slid down my
throat.

     Sandy looked about.  "My God, Kathy, every guy in the place
is staring at you!"  She leaned back on the bar stool and took a
long pull at her drink. "This is going to work out great!  You
attract 'em and I'll take my pick."

     I glanced out onto the dance floor.  She was right.  It did
seem like all the guys were eyeing me hungrily, their gaze
jumping quickly between my breasts and my tightly clenched
thighs. I found myself growing warmer in a way that even the
humid air in the room couldn't explain.

     I don't think I'd ever seen so many good looking guys in one
place before.  My eyes fluttered from one to the next, lingering
when I saw an especially hot-looking one, taking in the broad
shoulders, the hard stomachs, the tight butts.  A bead of
perspiration slid down my neck and into my cleavage.  My skin was
glistening and I felt the material of my dress clinging to me
from the dampness.  It vaguely occurred to me that it was
probably growing transparent from the moisture.  I gulped at my
drink.

     Then I saw him.  Our eyes locked and I couldn't look away.
He was huge, perfectly built and drop-dead gorgeous.  Dark brown
hair, dark olive skin and perfectly symmetrical dark brown eyes
that pierced into my very soul.  And an immense bulge in his
tight pants that grew alarmingly larger with each electric
moment.  Even through the material, I could tell it was much
larger than Don's.  My breath became short and I felt my heart
beating wildly in my chest.  Involuntarily, my back arched,
making my heaving breasts thrust out and up, and my thighs began
to part.

     He began to walk over to me.  My heart raced faster and
breath came shorter.  With each step he took, my legs spread
wider apart.  I felt my pussy churning with moisture.  What was
happening to me?

     He stood over me, inhaling as if he was savoring my scent.
He stared down into my cleavage, then moved his gaze down to the
gold patch that now showed clearly through the filmy fabric. Then
he saw the ring on my finger.

     His eyes again took possession of mine.  "Waiting for your
husband?"  His voice was deep and smooth and sent shivers down my
spine.

     "No," I said, my voice quavering, my eyes still held by his.

     "Waiting for me, then.  Come dance with me."  When his hand
took mine, it was as if an electric spark raced up my arm, making
me shake.  I slid off the bar stool and he put his arm around my
shoulder.  I leaned into him, pressing my body tightly against
his as we moved to the crowded dance floor.

     He turned me to face him and wrapped his great arms around
me.  Putting a hand on each of my buttocks, he crushed my body
into his.  My breast flattened against his massive chest and I
felt the huge, bulky mass at his groin grinding against my
abdomen.  My arms slid up his back, my hands grabbed his
shoulders and I pulled at him so his head pressed against mine
and his hot breath inflamed my neck.

     We didn't so much dance as we rutted at each other.  His
hands roamed up and down my bottom, rising to press his palm into
the small of my back, making me arch backwards and grind my hips
into the hard swelling at his groin, before moving back down to
knead the quivering globes.  Wetness flowed from my dripping
pussy, running in streams down my legs.

     As I felt the thin fabric of my dress start to ride up my
rump, I realized that this had to stop.  In the old days, there
wouldn't be any hesitation at all.  As aroused as I was, there
would have no doubt we'd end up in bed.  But that couldn't happen
tonight.  I was a married woman now and I was beginning to lose
control.  I had to stop this.

     "I--I have to stop," I whispered into his chest.  "I can't
be doing this.  I--I'm married."

     "That's fine, darlin'," he said, clutching my butt tighter.

     "N-no, really, I h-hohh!"  The short dress had ridden up and
I suddenly felt his hands cupping bare buttocks.  His fingers
slid into the crevice between and I began to moan as he massaged
in little circles down toward the juncture of my legs.

     "No--no, don't-- I can't--" I sighed.  I tried to pull away
from him, but my body refused to listen.  Instead, I grabbed at
his shoulders, pulling him even closer.  As his insistent fingers
moved lower, my legs parted wider, letting his fingertips probe
between the moist, swollen lips of my pussy.  He bent at the
waist, leaning me backwards.  His knees came between mine and his
stroking fingers slipped deep between the folds.  My hips began
to rock back and forth, even as I moaned, "No-- no--"

     Then his hands pulled away and he straightened.  Thank god,
I thought, even as I moaned in disappointment.  Then he said,
"Come with me." My body glued itself against his as he led me
across the dance floor and through the bar.  I think Sandy tried
to tell me something, but he wouldn't stop. Then we were out on
the street.

     "N-No," I protested, "I can't.  I don't--I have to--"

     He pulled me into him and pressed his mouth against mine.
Instinctively, my lips parted and his tongue was entwined with
mine.  At the same time his hand slid under my dress and he
cupped my pussy, rubbing the ball of his hand into my clit as his
middle finger slid deep into me.  My mouth sucked at his tongue
while my pussy sucked at his finger.

     He suddenly let me go and I found myself draped across the
front seat of a car.  As he moved around to the driver's side I
fought to gain control of my gasping body.  What was I doing? How
did I get here?  I didn't have time to think about answers. He
was immediately next to me and pulling me back into him. As he
kissed me, I melted into his arms.  Again he let me go and I fell
back onto the seat.  As he drove away, his hand sank between my
legs.  My hips rutted into his caressing fingers as I moaned over
and over, "Please, no, don't, I can't do this, I can't."

     We soon reached the destination and, kissing and stoking me,
he took me to his apartment.  I kept saying, "No, please, I
can't, I'm married, don't do this, please, don't do this," but my
body just went where he told it to go.

     Once at his place, he guided me into the bedroom and began
to pull my dress over my head. I lifted my arms to ease its
removal as I moaned, "No, don't, please."  He slipped it off and
I was completely naked before him.  "Oh, God," I cried as his
hands cupped my breasts and his thumbs flicked at my thick,
pointed nipples, "please stop, please don't, pl--Ohh!"  He sucked
one of the swollen tips between his lips and my arms went around
his head, pulling his nursing mouth tighter to my heaving breast.

     He urged me backwards and I fell across the bed.  I looked
up at him, pleading, "No, please, I can't do this."  He just
stared down at me, lust burning in his eyes, as he took off his
shirt.  The thick hair that covered his chest couldn't hide the
firm muscles that rippled as he undid his belt.  His pants fell
to the floor and I gasped as his rigid cock sprang free.

     "Oh, God!" I cried.  I knew his cock was big, but I didn't
expect it to be so incredibly huge!  It was almost twice as big
as Don's, bigger than any I'd ever seen.  Certainly bigger than
anything I'd ever had inside me.  As I stared at it in wonder and
alarm, my knees rose off the bed and separated widely as if I was
offering my pussy to him.  He fixed his gaze at my dripping,
parted pussy lips and began to move to the bed.

     "No, please, I can't!  Don't do this, please!" I cried as he
got onto the bed and positioned himself between my legs.  I
stared down at the thick column of flesh pointed at my inviting,
open pussy.  His desire was already oozing out of the slit at its
tip.   I realized he wasn't going to wear a condom.  I howled,
"No!  I'm not protected!" even as my hips rose off the mattress
toward him.  "Don't put it in me!  Don't!  No!"

     His body fell forward.  "No!  N-Oh!"  I felt his bare
cockhead pressing against my bloated pussy lips.  Then with a
grunt, his hips sharply pounded down.  I screamed in pain as the
thick head jammed itself between the folds, forcing them apart.
My back arched and my buttocks lifted off the bed as my body
tried to take the immense knob.

     He reared back and rammed himself back down, forcing his
huge cock into my tight pussy.  I howled in pain and pleasure as
the thick rigid cock stabbed into my inflamed flesh, tearing and
stretching my pussy, making it larger, making it take in its
great size.  My legs kicked themselves around him, my calves
against his buttocks, pulling him down to me, trying to drive the
brutish spike deeper into me.

     It drilled in deeper and the fullness I felt within me was
incredible!  I didn't think he could get any more into me, but
then I felt my pussy lips closing around his thick shaft and
realized that he gotten only his bulbous cockhead inside me!

     Suddenly my body shuddered in spasms as I came, the most
violent orgasm I'd ever had.  My hips rocked up and my legs
clenched at his thighs.  My pussy sucked at the violating flesh
inside me, clutched at it, trying to pull it into me.  His hips
lifted slightly and a surge of fluid squirted out of me onto our
thighs.  He grunted as again he pounded down into my spasming
pussy.  My bottom rose off the bed to meet his thrust and the
massive shaft buried itself deeper into me.  My cries became
inaudible as my breath was taken away by the unbelievable
fullness crammed into my stretched and quivering pussy.

     With my throat constricted in response to the pain, I
screamed soundlessly each time he gored into me.  My thrusting
hips met each sharp piercing, making each fierce thrust drive his
great cock deeper into my aching pussy.  I lifted my head and
stared down between us at the thick flesh that was penetrating
deeper with each violent stab.  I couldn't believe I was taking
so much of him into me!  And there was still more to go!  My head
snapped back against the mattress and I began to shudder madly as
I came even more intensely that before.

     With his next mighty thrust, I felt his pubic bone collide
into mine and his balls pound against my bottom.  He was finally
completely inside me, but not for long.  He pulled his complete
length out of me and I gasped as I felt my pussy tightly
contracting as his enormous cock receded.  Then he jabbed back
down.  My buttocks instinctively rose to meet the violent thrust
and my narrow pussy walls were again cruelly stretched open,
taking him in to the hilt.  I felt a sharp stab deep inside and I
knew the head of his huge cock had hit the back of my pussy and
was pressed against the opening to my womb.  The pain just
increased the waves of pleasure that continued to roar through
me.

     He quickly pulled back out and my bottom ground into the
mattress as he withdrew, increasing the friction of his flesh
stimulating my pulsing pussy walls.   My throat finally opened
and I gasped as I felt my insides being yanked out with his
retreating cock.  The outer folds of my pussy parted around the
broad head, then they began to close as he pulled almost
completely out, stopping only when my swollen pussy lips
fluttered at the oozing slit on its tip.

     Then I screamed aloud as he savagely speared back into me
and my hips thrusted up to accept him.  His massive staff cruelly
split apart my pussy lips and tore through my narrow channel,
pounding into my cervix, stretching me wider and deeper to
accommodate his girth and length.

     "God, No!" I shrieked as his cock began to thrust fiercely
in and out of me, each sharp piercing enlarging my pussy to match
his size.  I felt myself opening, the pain growing less intense
and his thrusting becoming more and more pleasurable.  My hips
found his rhythm and my pussy rutted up again and again into his
pistoning cock, trying to get it as deep and tight into me as I
could.

     It went on forever.  Over and over, he hammered his hips
down and I returned each fierce thrust with one of my own.  My
cries of anguish became cries of passion as I spasmed again and
again under him as wave after wave of pleasure flashed through
me.

     Then I felt his buttocks begin to tighten.  "Oh, God!"  I
cried as I realized he was about to come.  "No!" I howled, "Don't
come in me!  Don't come in me!"

     He only grunted in reply and his savage thrusts became even
more intense.  He grabbed my legs and threw them over his
shoulders, pulling my buttocks high off the bed.  My pussy was
vertical with my womb directly below it and he hammered his spike
straight down, violently stabbing in deeper and deeper again and
again.

     "No!" I cried, "No!"  He groaned loudly and I felt his thick
cock swell up even bigger inside me.  "Don't come in me!  Please!
Please!"  His head snapped back and his back arched as he
brutally jammed his immense cock down, driving it deep into me,
the head pressed tight against the entrance to my womb.

     "No!" I gasped as I felt the sharp jerk of his cock and the
dull pressure of his cum jetting onto my cervix.

     I came instantly.  The orgasmic fire blazed through me and
my pussy spasmed on the bloating cock it held, the walls tightly
clenching around it.  When the shaft throbbed again, my pussy
tightened its grasp, squeezing it, pulling the thick stream of
semen out of his gushing cock, making it rush faster and deeper
into me, sucking it through my cervix and into my womb.

     He growled in pleasure as my rippling pussy pulled and
nursed at his spurting cock.  I cried out in rapture at the power
of the orgasm that ravaged my being.  Each time his thick flesh
grew in preparation for another blast, the tightening in my pussy
drove me into another wave of orgasmic spasming, making it clamp
down on the pumping flesh, drawing his surging sperm up to my
fertile womb.

     My hand reached down to cup his balls.  His scrotum was
still full, heavy with the potent seed that his rigid cock would
plant in me.  I rolled the thick balls in my palm, kneading and
caressing the velvety skin.

     As my enraptured body heedlessly drank in spurt after spurt
of his virile semen, terror flooded my mind.  The doctor said a
little more than a week after I finish my period.  It had been
that long.  It should be Don putting his seed into me, not a
strange man whose name I didn't even know.  This man was making
me pregnant.  How did I let this happen?

     Maybe it was still too early, I reasoned.  Maybe my egg
wasn't close enough yet.   Maybe all his sperm would die before
it impregnated me.  Maybe I could find an all-night drug store
and get some spermicide.  Maybe it wasn't too late.  Maybe he
won't make me pregnant.

     The throbbing within me began to ebb as the last of his cum
drained out of him into me.  I shuddered as his tight fullness
began to lessen and his cum seeped out of me, rolling slowly down
into the crevice between my buttocks.  He rested his full weight
upon me, crushing me into the mattress.  My legs tightened on his
thighs and I wrapped my arms around him.  I held his groaning
body tightly against mine, my pussy still rutting gently into his
still-enlarged cock.

     "Oh, God," I sobbed, "oh, God, please let me go, please, oh,
God, I have to go!"

     He grinned. "You're a real contradiction, ain't you?  Not
yet.  We ain't done yet."

     "No, please," I cried desperately, "I can't!  You came in
me, oh, God, you came in me and I'm not protected!  I need to get
to a drug store!  You came in me, oh God, I can't get pregnant,
oh, God, please, please, let me go, I have t--Oh!"  He began to
rotate his hips and his cock, semi-erect and buried in my
twitching pussy, slipped up and down in my cum-soaked sheathe,
the base of his slick shaft grinding against my clit.  My
insatiable body responded by intensifying my pussy's thrusts and
clutching him tighter to my rocking breasts, my nipples grinding
into the rough hair on his chest.

     "P-please, no", I moaned, "just--just let me douche, oh,
God!  Please!"

     He pressed his lips against my neck and sucked hard at my
skin.  His hands mauled my breasts, his fingers digging into the
soft flesh.  "No," I groaned, "Don't!  Stop!"  The delicious heat
of his mouth on my skin was electric and my nipples grew tighter
against his palms.  My back arched, pushing my body up into his
brutal embrace.

     I felt my pussy tightening as he again grew rigid inside me.
His hips began to slowly thrust his great cock in and out.  I
cried out, "No!  Wait!  Put on a condom!  Please, oh, God,
please, don't come in me again!"

     "Don't got any," he grunted.  "Never use 'em."

     "Please," I begged as my pussy rose up to meet his thrusts,
"please don't come in me again!  Please!"

     "Fuck," he groaned, "you're good!"  He slammed his cock deep
into me and I shrieked as I came, my body shuddering against his
invading spike.  I felt my pussy again clenching and pulling at
him.  The spasms sucked into my womb the cum left in my pussy
from his last ejaculation and made my body thirsty for more.

     My beating hips drove my pussy up to him, matching him blow
for blow.  He increased his tempo, thrusting faster and deeper,
heightening the orgasmic flames that licked at my insides.
"Please, please," I cried again and again, "Oh, God, please don't
come in me!  Please!  Please!"  It only made him pound his
immense shaft harder and deeper into my quaking, grasping pussy.
My body drove up to take each deep stab.  Our bodies met again
and again, his flesh burying itself deep into mine as I cried out
over and over in endless rapturous orgasm.

     His grunting grew loud and sharp as his thrusts became even
more intense.  He grabbed my hips and pulled me up off the bed,
stabbing himself down into my upturned pussy again and again,
driving deeper and deeper each time, pounding harder and harder
into my cervix as if trying to push right into my womb.  Then his
back began to tense and his buttocks grew tight as his body
prepared to shoot his cum into me.

     "No!" I screamed, "Pull out!  Get it out!!  Get it out,
please!!  Don't come in me again!!  Please, not again!!  Not
again!!  No!!  No!!"  I felt his cock grow tighter inside me as
it swelled, getting ready to inseminate me again.  "God, no!!
God, no!!"  He let out a long low groan as his back arched and he
rammed his cock in deep, painfully ramming the tip hard into the
bottom of my battered pussy.

     Then came the violent wrench of his cock and the subtle
impact of his cum spurting into me.

     "No!!"  I shrieked even as I erupted in violent orgasm. My
pussy clamped down hard on his contracting cock, pulling the
thick cream swiftly through my cervix into my unprotected womb.
My spasming channel released the great mass just as it again
expanded, only to squeeze even tighter upon it as it pumped
another rich gush of his virile sperm into me.

     My pussy sucked greedily at his gushing flesh, eagerly
swallowing spurt after spurt, indifferent to the consequences. I
passionately welcomed each sweet, savage spurt, digging my heels
into his buttocks to force his massive prick deeper and tighter
into me.  I urgently milked his cock, pulling sharply at it again
and again, drawing every drop of his seed into my insatiable
womb.

     His climax seemed to go on forever.  His pumping cock
swelled and throbbed inside me over and over, shooting more and
more of his cum into me, flooding my womb, filling it to
overflowing.  My body shuddered under him in delight as I came
again and again, rhythmically grabbing and pulling at his
grunting, sweating body even after the violent jerking inside me
became a dull pulse and he fell gasping onto my rutting body.

     The last of the incredible waves crested and the horror of
he'd done to me again overwhelmed me.  "O-oh G-God, God," I
choked, "you c-came in me, you came in m-me again!"

     "And you loved it," he panted.

     "B-but I told you I'm not protected," I whimpered, "you're
going to m-make me p-pregnant!"

     "You won't be the first," he grunted as his hips began
slowly rutting at me again.

     "N-no, p-please, no!"  As he gently moved inside me, I began
to babble. "Please," I sobbed, "let me go, I have to go!  I have
to get it out, I have to do something, something to get it out of
me, oh God, I have to get it out of me, I can't get pregnant, not
now, not now!  Please, please don't come in me again, don't put
any more in me, please, please, I'm not protected, you're making
me pregnant, please, please, not again, not again in me, please,
no more in me, please, please--"

     He only grinned as he pulled himself up and cruelly stabbed
his still-rigid cock deep into me.

     "God!"  I cried as once more he began thrusting rapidly in
and out.  He pounded into me, pushing my moaning body across the
sodden bed, the sweat pouring from his body onto my soaked skin,
mixing with my own perspiration, pooling in the hollow above my
rolling abdomen and between my glistening, rocking breasts,
streaming in rivulets along my neck and down my sides and my
rutting hips.

     As his slick cock slid up and down through my foaming pussy
and his swelling balls slapped wetly against my drenched
buttocks, I grew resigned to my fate.  I'd taken two great loads
of cum in my unprotected pussy and was about to receive a third.
Hardly any of it had come out of me.  My sucking pussy had pulled
almost all of it into my fertile womb. Even if my egg wasn't
close enough yet, his sperm would stay inside me for days as it
relentlessly swam up to meet my dropping egg.  His seed would
find the egg inside me, would fertilize it, would make it bloom
and grow inside me.  My belly would grow fat with his baby.  It
would be his baby I would carry, his baby I would bear, his baby
I gave birth to.

     I looked up at the father of my child, grunting and sweating
over me, laboring to plant his baby in me.  I stared at his dark
olive skin, his dark eyes, his dark hair.  His child would have
his eyes, his hair, his skin.  Don would know the baby wasn't
his.

     I looked down at his immense cock as it pistoned
effortlessly in and out of me.  As my hips rocked up to take it
deep and tight into my pussy, I realized how much wider and
deeper my channel had become.  There was no pain, only pleasure
as our pubic bones met and I easily took his entire length and
width.  I wondered if I'd even feel Don's cock inside me.

     "Oh, God, oh, God," I moaned as he increased his tempo,
stroking in and out faster and deeper than ever.  I marveled at
his stamina.  He'd been pounding fire into me for hours.  It had
never been this good before.  Never.

     "Oh, God!  Oh, God!"  I cried as again I came.  My entire
body went rigid and then shook uncontrollably.  My fingernails
dug into his back, my legs became a vise on his waist, my pussy
clamped tight onto his piercing cock.

     "God, yes," I cried, "yes!  Deeper!  Deeper!!  Fill me!!
Fill me!!  Yes!!  Yes!!"

     He grabbed my buttocks and yanked me up into his driving
spike as he suddenly went tight in my twitching, clutching arms.
Then, roaring, he slammed himself down into my thrusting pussy as
his cock grew fat in my churning chasm.

     "Yes," I cried, "Yes!!  Fill me!!  Come in me!!  Yes!!
Yes!!"  His howl filled my ears as his lurching cock filled my
pussy with his cum.  "Oh, God!!  God!!"  My spasming pussy walls
instantly sucked his creamy semen into my womb, ravenously
devouring every drop, greedy for more.

     His eyes rolled back in his head and he growled savagely as
the stiff thickness inside me throbbed and spat stream after
thick stream of his sperm deep into my pussy.  I squealed at
every sharp release, shaking in bliss at the feeling of his
virile seed striking my cervix again and again, demanding entry
into my fertile womb.

     I gave it willingly, eagerly, yielding to his driving need.
I opened myself fully to him, freely offering my ready fertility
to his urgent potency.  I fearlessly, joyously welcomed his sperm
into my womb.  I embraced it, pulling it deep into me, longing
for him to impregnate me, yearning that his essence would couple
with mine.  I ached for our violent mating to create life within
me, for his flesh to breed inside me.  I craved to give birth to
his child.  His child.  My infidelity to Don was complete.

     "Yes, God, yes," I moaned over and over as his bloated balls
contracted again and again, driving his rich semen surging from
his rapidly spasming cock.  Incredibly, he pumped even more of
his seed into me than he had the first two times.  My insatiable
pussy feasted hungrily on his cum, sucking each syrupy spurt into
my flooding womb as it squirted from his quivering cockhead.  My
spasming chasm continued to nurse at his sweet flesh even after
his balls had finished draining into me and his massive chest
crushed against my breasts, his thickness slowly softening deep
inside me.

     His breathing grew heavy.  I sighed as he pulled his long,
flaccid flesh out of my still rutting pussy and rolled off me,
turning his back to me and falling into a deep sleep.  As he
snored next to my shivering body, I slid my hand down my abdomen,
through my damp, mated pubic hair and along my raw, swollen pussy
lips.  I gasped when I found the stretched, gaping opening, still
open and tender, my fingers slipping easily into the wide
entrance.  I felt the slow oozing of his cum as it dribbled down
ont my buttocks.  There was very little of it draining from me
and I realized that he'd filled my pussy full three times and I'd
swallowed practically all of it into my womb.

     I rolled onto my side and wrapped my arm around him,
pressing my belly tight against his butt, rubbing my breasts into
his back.  I fell asleep, purring contentedly, knowing his baby
was growing inside me.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


                            xxxxxxxxxx


     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 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.


                            xxxxxxxxxx


     There was no reason to be surprised.  In the back of my mind
I'd known all along.  With all the cum my nameless lover had
pumped into my sucking pussy, there was no way he couldn't have
made me pregnant.  Not when I was so ready.  So now I knew.  For
almost three weeks my sweet stranger's baby had been growing
inside me.  My heart leapt joyously, knowing I'd give birth to a
strong, perfect son.  At least I hoped it was a boy.

     At the same time my mind raced as I tried to think of a way
to keep Don from finding out.  At least the bruises were barely
visible.  I didn't think he'd even notice them.  But I'd been
checking my pussy almost every day, and it never went back the
way it was before my beautiful barbarian stretched it wide and
deep.  I had to figure out how to explain that.

     At least I didn't have to explain being pregnant.  I'd take
care of that as soon as he got home.  We'd make love like usual
and he'd just assume it was his baby.  The only thing I had to
worry about was if I started showing "too soon."  I didn't know
what I was going to do when he saw the baby, but I had almost
nine months to worry about that.

     I didn't give a thought to how Don would feel if he found
out I was pregnant with another man's baby.  All I could think of
now was making sure my baby was safe and healthy, and I knew my
savage lover wouldn't help me.  That meant I had to keep Don for
as long as I could.

     Three days later, he came home.  When I heard the car drive
up that evening, I rushed out of the house wearing only a robe
over the skimpiest teddy I owned.  We met in the driveway.  We
held each other for a long time, all clinging arms and tongues. I
was startled at how much smaller he seemed to be.

     "I've missed you so much," he moaned.

     "I've missed you, too," I whispered, realizing that the only
times I'd thought of him since the night my baby was conceived
was when I was trying to keep that night a secret from him.

     He left his bags in the car and we went inside, still
clutching each other, heading for the bedroom.  This was it, I
thought, thankful that it was still twilight.  He wouldn't think
to put a light on until after we'd finished.

     We stood facing each other in the darkening room, removing
each other's clothing. I'd never noticed before that he was a bit
shorter than me.  We undid the bow at the neck of my robe while I
pulled off his shirt.  My robe fell to the floor as I let his
pants drop.  He held my hips as he stepped out of them.  I looked
down at his cock.  It seemed so small.

     I slid my hands up and down his chest as he cupped my
breasts through the gauze fabric of the teddy.  I started to
relax as he bent his head to take one of my nipples into his
mouth through the thin material.  He didn't seem to notice the
abuse they'd had.  But when his lips nipped at my flesh, he
stiffened slightly.  My relief was premature.  My nipples were
soft.  He could tell I wasn't aroused.

     He pressed tight on my nipple, sucking and biting, while he
pressed me toward the bed.  With his mouth still nursing at me,
we fell together onto the bed.  His hands slipped under the filmy
material and caressed my breasts.  He tensed again.  I suddenly
realized that maybe he couldn't see the bruises, but he could
still feel them.

     I made myself flinch.  "Ooh," I sighed, "I guess they're
still sore from the rash."

     He lifted his head and stared into my eyes.  I could see the
traces of doubt growing in his face.  "There was a sewer roach in
the shower and I sprayed it into oblivion," I smiled. "I got the
bug spray all over me.  I really missed you that day."

     I felt him ease a bit.  "Was it bad?"

     "It was real itchy for a few days, but it's almost all gone
now.  Honey, let's talk later,"  I breathed, "I need you to touch
me now."

     "Yes, my darling," he whispered, dipping his head and
licking the underside of my breasts.  I always liked that.  I
began to feel the warmth inside .  His lips moved slowly down my
abdomen, stopping to give special attention to my belly button by
pressing his tongue about in the hollow.  That always sent a
chill through me, and I felt my pussy growing moist.  Then his
caressing tongue slickly travelled down until they reached they
reached the waistband of my panties.

     He nipped at the fabric with his teeth as his lips fluttered
downward.  I made my breathing become short and I started
moaning.  I could feel him growing more excited.  As his tongue
touched my thigh, I sighed loudly and began to rut my hips
slightly.  As he lapped at my thighs, his fingers slid under the
waistband of my panties and, as usual, I pulled my legs up and
raised my bottom so he could pull them off.  As he slid my
panties down, he grinned and whispered, "You did miss me, didn't
you?"

     This was it.  As he bent his head to press between my pussy
lips, I started moaning loudly, and when his tongue touched my
clit, I started to frantically pound my bottom against the
mattress and I cried out, "Oh, God, yes!"  I grabbed his
shoulders and pulled him up onto me.  I reached down and clutched
his cock, positioning it between the folds of my pussy.  Then I
quickly wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me.  I was
shocked at how small his cock seemed.  My immense lover really
had made my pussy wider and deeper.

     He didn't seem to notice that I was so much bigger and
looser.  He groaned at the sudden penetration and started
thrusting rapidly in and out.  I met each beat of his hips with
mine, moaning with each jab.  It wasn't long before he began to
snort and I felt his cock throbbing inside me.  He came even more
than the night before he left.  Even before he was finished, I
felt his cum streaming out of me.

     He collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath.  I held him
tight and sighed in his ear, "Oh, God, Don, that was incredible!"

     When he was able to talk, he said, "Oh, yeah.  I don't think
you've ever been that excited before.  Maybe we should be
separated more often."

     "Don't even think that," I scolded.  I clutched him tight.
"God, Don, I missed you so much!"

     "And I missed you."  As his shrinking cock slipped out of
me, he hugged me.  It worked.  He hadn't noticed how much larger
I'd become.


                            xxxxxxxxxx


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


                            xxxxxxxxxx


     That next month Don and I made love every night.  I always
had to fake orgasm, and he never seemed to question why he didn't
fit tight in me like he did before his trip.  I wasn't coming
with him at all anymore, not when he went down on me, not even
when we used the vibrator together.  During the day, tho, when he
was at work, I'd get the vibrator and imagine I was with my sweet
stranger. I'd shudder over and over.

     When enough time had passed, I got a test kit and showed him
the results.  We had a great celebration that night.  My doctor
wasn't as easily fooled as Don, though.  She kept asking me about
the dates.  She knew the baby was farther along than just a few
weeks.  I kept on telling her I was sure because my husband had
been gone for an entire month.  She finally smiled and told me
not to be surprised if the baby was premature by a month.

     Our lovemaking became a lot less frequent after that.  Don
started going out of town a lot.  He said his headhunter couldn't
find anything, so he was stuck.  I didn't miss him too much.  He
was out of town when I went into labor, since the baby wasn't
supposed to due for another month.

     He knew the moment he came home and saw my beautiful
olive-skinned son.  Then he told me the real reason for his
business trips.  There was another woman and another baby,
conceived during our first separation.  He hadn't meant for it to
happen, couldn't explain how it happened, but it did.  He said
he'd be sure his lawyer was generous.

     Our divorce was amicable.  Between the alimony and the child
support, we're comfortable enough, especially with the money I
make at my job.  I can even afford a babysitter for the nights
I'm working as an exotic dancer.  She even stays with the baby
when I bring guys home after work, though I think she just does
that because she likes to listen.

     The biggest problem is the loneliness.  All the guys I've
been with don't hold a candle to Don.  None of them are anywhere
near as caring or smart or funny.  I miss him a lot.  I never
found a guy who made me feel the way I did the night I got
pregnant, either.  The sex is usually better than it was with
Don, but nobody's made me feel like I'd want to have his baby,
like I did that night.  Maybe it's because I'm back on the pill.

     I never saw my handsome stranger again.  I went to all the
singles' spots, but he never showed up.  I found the apartment
where my son was conceived, but it was occupied by a young
couple.  They'd just been married and had just moved in.  I don't
know why, but I didn't expect them to stay together very long.
For the life of me, I couldn't figure out what she saw in him.



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