He was beginning to snort. He always snorts just before he came. 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 it's just
because Sand is the strongest. It didn't take long for Rain to start pumping his
seed into me. He squealed when he sprayed and his hips pounded frantically. I
felt his sticky fluid ran down my legs along with Sand's. He let me go and fell
next to me, pulling me tightly against his body. Most nights either Rain sleeps
with me or I sleep alone. It didn't used to be that way. Everyone thought I'd be
the 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, though, it was because of my light hair and eyes. They said then
when I give birth, it would be easier to tell which of the men's seed had
quickened in me. Sand took me as his own even before I began to flow. The first
time, I thought he was going to kill me. When he started forcing his big flesh
stick into my tight mating hole, I yelped in pain and tried to pull away, but he
just laughed and held my hips tighter as he split me open with his spike.
Afterward there was blood everywhere and I just lay there crying while the other
women giggled. After a while, of course, it stopped hurting and I grew to endure
and then enjoy it when Sand mounted me. I only mated with Sand back then. He
wanted to be sure that it was his seed that quickened in my breeding place.
Three and four times a night he'd fill me with his discharge. We didn't expect
my flow to even begin until after I gave birth to his child. But my flow did
come. Even with all the seed he planted in me, each moon brought the blood that
drained out of my breeding place, telling me I was still barren. At first they
thought it was just that I was still too young, but as moon after moon came and
went we decided I must be doing something wrong. Everyone tried to help,
offering all sorts of suggestions, but still my flow came. They told me that my
problem was that my mating hole didn't suck at my mate's skin staff the way that
theirs did. They said they didn't know how they did it, or even why it happened,
but when it did their bodies shook all over in ecstasy. Moss said that sometimes
when she was with Sand her mating hole would pull so hard on him that she'd suck
all of his seed up into her breeding place and none of it would come out. That
was why I wasn't quickening. All the seed just ran out of me. Sand started to
mate with others before coming to me. Soon he stopped coming to my bed
altogether. Tree mated with me for a while but he, too, tired of me when his
seed failed to root. Finally they let Rain mount me. Usually, he was only
allowed to mate with the women who had already quickened, but even he decided
he'd rather pump his seed into someone else. Sometimes, like tonight, Sand or
Tree would come to me after they were done with their 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 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 quicken 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 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.
Bewertung
(0 Bewertungen)Zum Bewerten bitte einloggen oder registrieren.
Du musst eingeloggt sein um Kommentare schreiben zu können. Klicke hier um dich jetzt zu registrieren.
Impressum