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 No Diaphragm

   By Lust4Life

   After breaking up with her boy friend, Sara reluctantly agrees to a
night out after work with her wild friend Ellen.  Things get out of hand
and soon Sara is on her back with a young stud pounding away.  Just as he
is about to cum, she remembers she doesn't have her diaphragm in.  MF preg

   Sara had thrown herself into her work since she had broken up with her
boyfriend.  Her social life had ground to a halt as she devoted herself to
her new project, working long hours and weekends.  Friday was to be the day
of her big presentation, the culmination of her hard work, and with luck,
recognition for her hard work.  That morning, her good friend, Ellen caught
her shortly before her big presentation and suggested, "Sara, you've been
working like a mad woman.  You need to relax, unwind a bit.  We should go
out tonight, just you and I, live it up a bit, unwind, do something
different."

   "Let's see how much of me is left after the presentation" said Sara, as
she wondered just what her friend meant by that.  Ellen had always been a
bit on the wild side.  But she had to concentrate on her up-coming
presentation and soon put Ellen out of her mind.  The audience of important
customers and high level management was rather intimidating, but Sara had
done her homework well and delivered her presentation with flair and
confidence.  The questions were tough, but again Sara was prepared and
fielded them well.  By the end she could sense the shift from guarded and
skeptical to relaxed and comfortable on the part of the customers.  At the
end, the head of the customer delegation announced that hers was one of the
best presentations he had heard.  Of course there were follow-up action
items, but those could wait, Sara could relax.

   Word traveled fast and a steady stream of co-workers stopped by to
congratulate Sara on a job well done.  Later in the afternoon, Ellen
stopped by and congratulated her as well.  "So, how `bout it my rising
star? Time to relax and celebrate?" "Yeah, that sounds like a nice idea"
said Sara.  "Let me go home and change.  What time do you want to meet?"
"Let's just go now" said Ellen, "Maybe hit happy hour at the bar and then a
nice dinner, and then maybe ... we'll see." The little question of what
Ellen meant crossed Sara's mind again, but she thought, "What the heck, I
can always beg off after dinner." "Alright, you're on" she said to Ellen,
"Let's go."

   As they sat at a table in the bar, Sara told Ellen how pissed she was
with that jerk, her former boyfriend.  She knew that Ellen didn't have a
steady boy friend, but listened as Ellen told her how she often found a
good looking hunk who could get her going.  Then Ellen began pointing out
different men in the bar to Sara, and saying things like, "Wouldn't you
like to have him between your legs?", or "I wonder how well hung that one
is?" At first, Sara was a bit shocked at her friend's bluntness, but she
soon got into the mood, pointing out men and making her own comments.  The
thought crossed her mind that maybe she should have stopped by her house
after all, and picked up her diaphragm, just in case, but she soon forgot
about it - she didn't really think she was ready to deal with men again
anyway.  Besides, it was her fertile time of the month and she tried to
avoid sex then anyway, even with the diaphragm, just to be safe.  By the
third beer, Sara was thinking she really shouldn't have drunk that much on
an empty stomach as she was feeling pretty light headed.

   Ellen suggested a nice restaurant where they had a cocktail, a good meal
and a bottle of wine.  After desert, Sara started to tell Ellen that she
had had a good time and really appreciated getting out, but Ellen was
having none of that.  "The night's still young!  We've got to get you out
to ... see the sights, maybe get a little wild" "Just how wild is she
thinking?" wondered Sara.  Ellen easily overcame Sara's feeble protests and
they piled into Ellen's car.  "Where are we going?" asked Sara.  "You'll
see" responded Ellen cryptically.  "I'm not sure this is a good idea" said
Sara, "I think I've had a bit too much too drink." "Don't worry, I'll take
care of you.  We're gonna have a good time tonight.  Here, this will make
you feel better" she said handing Sara a little pill.  "What's this?" asked
Sara.  "Just a little something I picked up - it'll help, trust me.  See,
I've got one too" said Ellen as she popped a similar looking little pill in
her mouth.  They were now driving through a section of town that Sara
wasn't familiar with, but they soon pulled into a crowded parking lot.

   The sign outside read, "All nude male review" in bold letters.  "A male
strip club?" asked Sara incredulously.  "You need some good entertainment"
said Ellen, "Come on".  Inside they found seats around the stage and Ellen
got them drinks from the bar.  Sara started to protest, but Ellen told her
to quit worrying and relax, enjoy herself.  And as she thought about it,
Sara was beginning to feel more relaxed, a warm glow had started inside
her, and she had a funny feeling she couldn't quite put her finger on -
maybe a little feeling of wildness, abandon.

   Soon the music started and the first dancer appeared.  At first Sara was
a bit embarrassed, but she had to admit he was handsome.  Soon he started
to shed his clothes, teasing the audience a bit, and getting lots of cat
calls from the women.  Sara thought he had nice upper body musculature. 
The background music had a strong bass beat which seemed to travel through
the floor, up the chair, right into Sara's crotch.  Soon the man's pants
disappeared to more cheers, and he was dressed only in a bulging g-string.
As he danced around he was chatting up the women, sometimes joking with
them, as they were slipping bills into his g-string.  Most just slipped a
bill in, but some reached out and ran their hands up his legs.  A few were
slipping bills into his crotch and eliciting either a mischievous smile
from the man, or a mock look of shock.

   As he neared Sara and Ellen, Ellen handed Sara a bill and said "Next one
is on you".  Soon the man ground his way over to Ellen where he thrust his
bulging crotch at her.  Ellen ran a hand up the inside of his thigh and
tucked a bill into the fabric of his g-string.  "Oh baby!" the man said as
Ellen's hand lingered a little longer than necessary in his gstring.  Then
it was Sara's turn.  She felt her face reddening a bit as he wiggled his
ass in her face, but then the wild thing that had been growing inside her
started to bloom and she found herself imagining her legs wrapped around
those buns.  She found herself reaching out and running her hand up the
back of his leg as she called out, "Hot Buns!" and slipped her bill into
his g-string.  As she did this, she felt a twinge in her pussy and a sudden
dampness.

   More dancers came out, entertaining the women who proceeded to get
wilder and raunchier as the night wore on.  Sara didn't feel herself
anymore, she felt as if she had let go of her inhibitions and was free to
do whatever she liked.  She often found herself with one hand in her crotch
rubbing herself, but she noticed many of the women were doing the same. 
She also found she was talking much more lewdly with the dancers,
complimenting them on their bulges, telling them she bet they had a lot of
stamina.

   Finally the show came to an end.  Sara was disappointed, she had been
getting really worked up watching the men, flirting with them.  She was
gathering her things to leave, when Ellen said, "Come on, let's go meet the
dancers!" Grabbing Sara's hand she led the way back stage where the men
were sitting around having a beer.  Several other women were there already.
A couple of the dancer's came over to Sara and Ellen.  One of the men
introduced himself to Sara as Lance.  After a little small talk and sexy
banter, one of the dancers commented, "Hey this isn't fair, we're almost
naked and you're all fully dressed.  You girls should do a show for us
now." A chorus of cheers from the men signaled their agreement.  One of the
women got up and started to do a bump and grind, while she peeled first her
top, then her skirt, and finally her panties, leaving her completely naked.
As she moved back next to one of the men another woman stood up and
proceeded to strip as well.  Sara rested her hand on Lance's thigh as she
watched.  As the woman finished, Lance said, "Hey!  Your turn!" and pushed
Sara out into the middle.  Sara couldn't quite believe she was doing this.
She had never done anything like this before in her life.  She had always
been a modest, almost shy girl, but at the moment she couldn't understand
why.  It seemed perfectly normal to do a sensual strip in front of these
gorgeous, almost naked hunks.  She was feeling hot anyway and needed to get
rid of these clothes.  So she began to grind her hips as she unbuttoned her
blouse and tossed it to the side.  Next she undid her skirt and let it
fall, leaving her in just her panties and bra.  Sara knew she had a good
figure, slim waist, wide hips, full breasts, and a pretty face.  She could
feel the dampness growing between her legs as she danced, knowing the men
were enjoying seeing her lush body.  Now she undid her bra and let her
breasts spring free.  Finally, rolling her hips, she pushed her panties
down and pirouetted naked for the men, before rejoining Lance.

   As the next woman began to dance, she leaned over and kissed Lance
deeply, sliding her tongue into his mouth as her hand dropped to his
crotch, rubbed his straining cock through the fabric of his g-string.  She
felt Lance's hands on her breasts and gasped.  Then she felt his hand
sliding down her belly, through her pubic hair, and along the moist slit of
her pussy, before a finger started to slip inside her, making her gasp. 
She looked around and suddenly everyone was clawing at each other.  Ellen
was laying back moaning with a man's head between her legs.  Sara started
to lick her way down Lance's chest, down his well muscled abdomen, and
finally reaching his g-string, she pulled it down, revealing a rapidly
swelling cock.  She put her head down, taking him into her mouth.  His
scent enveloped her, making her pussy spasm around his finger and flood
with more moisture.  She bobbed her head up and down and reached down with
one hand, rolling his balls in her hand.  "Oh, I'm so hot.  I've got to
have you.  Please" she begged, lifting her head, and rolling over on her
back, pulling him with her.  She could feel his cock laying between them,
pulsing, as they ground against each other.  Now he lifted up and placing
the head at the entrance to her vagina, began to push into her.

   The sensation was incredible.  She had never been this turned on before.
She pushed up eagerly to meet the invading cock, to wrap herself around it.
She felt the head sliding deep into her pussy, spreading her as it went,
while her pussy wrapped tightly around the shaft.  With a final lurch, he
was all the way in, his balls pressed against her ass.  Now he began to
move, thrusting into her as she fucked back against her lover, the two of
them lost in each other and yearning for the final bliss of orgasm.  As
they continued to drive against each other, his cock pounding relentlessly
into her pussy, her pussy contracting around his cock, massaging it, their
groans, their desperate clawing at each other, served to build their mutual
passion.  His hands were on her breasts, now on her ass, pulling her up
against him for deeper penetration.  Her hands massaged his balls, urging
him on, then pulled his ass into her, her legs raised high and spread, as
open as she could make herself for her lover.

   He could hear her breath getting shorter, her hips moving more
frantically as she neared orgasm, turning him on even more.  She could feel
his body tightening preparing for his explosive release deep inside her,
his strokes getting shorter and faster, and knowing that her body was
rapidly pushing him over the edge, urging him to blast his load deep inside
her, increased her own passion, pushing her closer to the edge.  She was
almost there now, wave cresting wave, she was eager to feel herself clench
around her lover in orgasm and feel him respond, shooting deep inside her.
His cock was flying in and out of her pussy now, his breath coming in
pants. He was clearly at the edge, moments from exploding inside her.  Now
she felt his cock begin to swell for the final few strokes before
ejaculation ... ejaculation?!?  She remembered she did not have her
diaphragm in!  And she was ovulating, she was at her most fertile time of
the month!  She had to stop, had to get him out before he came, filling her
fertile womb with his millions of sperm!  "St - Ahh-h" she started to cry,
and then her orgasm hit, her body took over, doing what it had been bred
for millions of years to do.  She felt her body bucking frantically against
her lover, trying to drive him as deeply into her eager pussy as it could,
her pussy was convulsing frantically around his thrusting cock, milking it,
begging it to explode and fill her with his cum.  She grabbed his ass and
pulled him into her, the intensity of her orgasm was overwhelming.  Then
she felt him lunge hard into her as his cock swelled, he groaned loudly as
he felt her lush body frantically trying to make him shoot.  "N- Don--" she
tried to cry out, but couldn't get the words out.  And then she felt the
first blast of his semen against her cervix as he started to cum deep
inside her.  She felt him swell a second time, and another blast of hot cum
filled her pussy.  Her body was clenched so tightly around her lover he
could not have pulled out if he wanted, they lay entwined, feeling his cock
pumping into her, filling her, until finally they began to relax.  "You are
one hot lady.  I don't think I've ever come as hard in my life" he grinned
as she felt his warmth spreading through her womb.