Author: wolfcub
Title: Anonymous Sex
Summary: A woman is introduced to an exciting new experience.
Keywords: M+F preg?

Julie enjoyed being a bad girl. From the time she and her best friend, 
Kristen, were ten years old, they had been getting into--and 
causing--trouble. They began with practicing making out at all-girls 
sleepovers, wearing skirts without panties so they could flash boys on 
the playground, and playing around their neighborhood in nothing but 
skimpy, string bikinis.

By twelve, they were skinny dipping with fifteen-year-old boys. By 
thirteen, they were giving hand jobs and blow jobs to boys from ages 
ten to sixteen. At fourteen, they each lost their virginity to a boy on 
Kristen's brother's soccer team--then took turns with half the rest of 
the team, including Kristen's brother.

By twenty-one, there wasn't much Julie and Kristen hadn't done.

After college, Julie and Kristen went separate ways. The two friends 
stayed in touch through phone calls and emails, but it was two years 
before Julie was finally able to visit Kristen. She arrived on a Friday 
evening with promises from Kristen for a fun and exciting night.

Kristen drove her car into the alleyway behind an old building in a 
rough-looking part of town that she assured Julie was quite safe. They 
entered the building through a back entrance. The inside was sparsely 
lit with wood floors and wood-paneled walls.

Kristen led Julie to a dressing room of sorts with rows of lockers 
along one wall. She instructed Julie to get undressed and place all her 
belongings in an empty locker. Julie was hesitant, but when Kristen 
started to undress, so did she.

Naked, Kristen led Julie down a narrow hallway lined with 
closely-spaced doors on one side. She opened one of the doors and 
indicated that Julie should step inside.

The room was about four by eight feet. In the center of the room was a 
vinyl-covered, padded bench that reminded Julie of an exercise bench. 
The bench was against a round opening on the far wall that was fitted 
with what looked like a kayak skirt.

Kristen instructed Julie to lie down on the bench and place her legs 
through the opening in the skirt. Again, Julie hesitated, but after 
some insistence from Kristen, she did as she was told.

Julie pushed her feet through the opening, then wiggled on the bench 
until her hips were near the opening. She was startled when a pair of 
rough hands grabbed her ankles and pulled her through until the skirt 
was around her waist. Caught off guard, Julie fell back on the bench 
with a shriek. A smile and a touch from Kristen calmed her only 
slightly.

The hands on the other side of the wall spread one leg to one side and 
hooked her ankle into a strap, then did the same with the other leg. 
They then adjusted the skirt and Julie's body until her waist was even 
with the wall, the skirt was around her waist, her legs were spread up 
and wide, and she was lying back on the bench.

In her surprise, Julie had gripped the sides of the bench so that her 
hands were near her waist. Kristen gently grabbed Julie's wrists and 
pulled her arms above her head, fixing them into straps at the head of 
the bench just as the rough hands on the other side of the wall gave 
Julie's pussy a quick rub and a couple pats.

Kristen smiled down at Julie's worried face and said, "Enjoy!" before 
walking out and closing the door behind her.

Julie laid there for several minutes, anxious about what was going to 
happen and why it hadn't started, yet. Mostly out of boredom, she tried 
the straps on both her wrists and ankles. They were quite secure, so 
she just tried to relax and wait patiently. She could occasionally hear 
voices and footsteps in the hallway behind her. Apparently, other women 
were being situated as she was.

After an almost unbearably long time, Julie began to hear noises on the 
other side of the wall in front of her. There were footsteps and 
muffled voices. Then a hand touched the inside of her right thigh.

Her body jerked and tensed in shock. The hand softly stroked her one 
thigh, then moved to the other. Julie's heart was racing, but she 
relaxed just a little, but she tensed, again, when the hand brushed her 
pussy.

The hand rubbed her roughly, then a finger slid into her vagina. Julie 
gasped loudly. A second finger joined the first and slowly worked in 
and out of Julie's body. Then a thumb pressed against Julie's clitoris, 
rubbing it in circles as the fingers continued to work in an out. 
Despite her anxiety, Julie began to relax and enjoy the stranger's 
touch. Soon, her pussy was flowing, and her hips were thrusting up to 
meet the hand.

Julie was just beginning to truly enjoy the hand when it pulled away. 
Julie groaned aloud with disappointment. A moment later, the fingers 
were replaced by a larger, blunter object. At the moment Julie realized 
it was an erect penis, it pushed into her, stretching open her vagina. 
Another loud gasp escaped Julie's lips.

The penis pushed in, pulled out a little, then pushed further, working 
it's way into Julie's body until the tip was pressed against Julie's 
cervix, and she could feel pubic hair brushing her own.

Julie was suddenly alert. A rather thick and long erect penis was 
shoved up into her vagina, and she had no idea who it belonged to. She 
didn't know if the man was young or old, handsome or ugly, fit or 
flabby, black, white, middle-eastern, or asian. She did know that it 
felt incredibly good.

The penis began thrusting, and Julie began moaning, She heard muffled 
laughs from the other side of the wall: Not only was she being fucked 
by a stranger, apparently they had an audience, as well.

Soon, Julie was lost in the excitement and pleasure she was feeling. 
The penis was thrusting harder and faster, now, and Julie was gasping 
more loudly with each thrust. She felt an orgasm approaching and gave 
into it, surrendering to the sensation. Her vagina clamped down as the 
penis pushed hard into her. She felt it ripple and twitch, then she 
felt its flood of semen. Whoever was coming inside her was releasing a 
considerable load.

After a half-dozen or so contractions, the penis quieted to some gentle 
spasms, then softened slightly before slipping out. Julie felt a 
rivulet of semen spill from her vagina. A hand gave her pussy a few 
soft pats.

Almost immediately, her vagina was again filled with an erect penis, 
although this one was thinner and shorter. As it slid in and out, Julie 
felt more semen leaking from her vagina.

This penis thrust in and out slowly for about a minute before 
withdrawing. Very soon afterwards, a penis entered her again. Julie 
wasn't sure, but she thought this was a different one. It seemed the 
same size as the previous one had been, but it somehow felt different. 
This one left a small load inside her.

What followed was a steady succession of penises of varying lengths and 
thicknesses. Some briefly felt around inside her before leaving; others 
stayed around, filling her with semen. Some ejaculated quickly, others 
took their time. The orgasms kept coming, and Julie's body writhed, and 
she gasped and moaned throughout the action.

Julie lost track of both the passage of time and the number of penises 
that had pleasured her. A lull in activity briefly abated her euphoria, 
allowing her to consider her situation.

She had allowed herself to be strapped to a bench with her legs spread. 
Men she didn't know--and couldn't even see-were using her body for 
pleasure. She had no idea who these men were or even what they looked 
like, but they were fucking her pussy and depositing their semen in her 
body.

That last thought woke Julie up.

In the chaos of the airport, the drive to Kristen's apartment, catching 
up over dinner, and the mystery of what Kristen and planned for her, 
Julie had forgotten her diaphragm: It was in her bag, in the locker, 
instead of being in her vagina, where it belonged.

Julie loved the feel of bare penis in her vagina--and even more, she 
loved the feel of semen in her vagina. She loathed condoms and hated 
drugs, so a diaphragm had been her primary means of birth control since 
she had learned about them and had been able to procure one.

Julie and Kristen had learned about birth control together. At first, 
they always double-checked each other before getting involved in one of 
their escapades, but that soon became unneeded. They each knew the 
other was always prepared, so Kristen had no reason to question Julie 
before the evening's main event.

Julie panicked as she thought of all the semen that had already been 
deposited in her vagina--and all the semen that was still to be 
deposited there.

She wanted to imagine that the men using her were handsome, strong 
types, but she knew better. They would all be the kind of men who 
couldn't get a woman without paying for one: wrinkled, old men; 
overweight, middle-aged men; geeky, pasty, young men who were still 
just overgrown boys--not the kind of men attractive young women such as 
herself dream about.

While she was panicking, Julie felt a fat, stubby penis press into her 
vagina. She let out a moan of dread. She struggled against the straps 
but to no avail. The penis began slow, steady, short thrusts. Julie 
gritted her teeth and desperately wanted it to be over. The penis 
continued thrusting.

Julie imagined what the man on the other side of the wall must look 
like; she didn't like the picture. She imagined what it would be like 
to have his baby. Her panic surged. She struggled against the straps, 
yet again, but the penis continued its slow, relentless assault. She 
knew that the owner of the penis was going to stay until he had 
finished inside her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

As the short, fat penis continued thrusting inside her, Julie felt an 
orgasm building. No! she screamed in her head. She couldn't have an 
orgasm! She wouldn't let herself. She'd hate herself if she allowed one 
more seedy, anonymous slug to give her pleasure. Again, she imagined 
becoming pregnant by the man whose penis was inside her, and again, she 
struggled against the straps. That's when it hit her.

The man pushed hard, and Julie felt the first, powerful squirt of 
semen. She tensed against the straps, and her vagina clamped down hard 
as an orgasm washed over her. "No!" she moaned, this time out loud.

She felt another strong spurt from the penis, then a third, followed by 
several, smaller spasms. The penis held still within her for what 
seemed like an eternity before finally withdrawing. Julie felt semen 
leak from her vagina, run down her butt crack, then drip onto the floor.

Julie imagined millions of sperm starting their journey to her 
womb--joining the millions that were surely already there--seeking out 
her waiting egg. She tried to remember where she was in her cycle, but 
she was distracted by yet another penis entering her body.

This one was slightly longer and thinner. It felt sloppy in her 
now-very-loose vagina. It wasn't doing much to extract the semen that 
the previous penis had left, and from the owner's pace, it would soon 
be adding to the pool. The spurts weren't as powerful as the ones from 
the previous penis, but they seemed to go on much longer. Julie 
imagined the puddle of fluid collecting near her cervix, and once again 
pictured the baby that would be delivered from her womb.

As the procession of penises and the torrent of semen continued, Julie 
felt a hunger growing inside her. Her passion surged, again, and she 
found herself pushing back against the men who were using her--meeting 
their urgent thrusts with her own. Panic left her and was replaced by 
an even stronger drive to mate. She now welcomed the sperm-laden semen 
into her body.

Eventually, her body could take no more orgasms, and she was without 
the energy to either cooperate or resist. She just lay there, no longer 
eager for or concerned about becoming pregnant.

Julie's mind was in a fog, and it took her a moment to realize that 
Kristen was standing over her, and that her hands were free. She looked 
at Kristen's red, swollen pussy and gaping vagina. Her pubic hair was 
splattered with semen, and her thighs coated with both dried and 
still-wet semen.

Julie felt the same rough hands from the beginning of the night free 
her ankles and give her a shove back through the skirt. She pulled her 
feet free. Inspecting her own body, she looked worse than Kristen, and 
when she sat up, she was stunned by the amount of fluid that dripped 
from her vagina.

"So, how was it?" Kristen asked, already suspecting the answer. Julie 
gave her an embarrassed smile.

Kristen led her to a communal shower, where about a dozen other young, 
attractive women were cleaning themselves. Julie scrubbed harder than 
was necessary to clean herself. Even after thoroughly washing, her 
vagina still felt dirty inside . She thought of all the live sperm that 
were wriggling in her body and shuddered. She felt a twinge deep inside 
her and imagined it was one of those sperm finding an egg, joining with 
it, creating a new life--the offspring of some greasy man she would 
never know. To her surprise, a soothing warmth spread through her body.

"So," Julie asked Kristen on the way to the car, "Are we coming back 
tomorrow?"

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