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Subject: Wollstonecraft Story "Reasons" pt.2 (MF, impreg, semi-nc)
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Here is another story by Wollstonecraft.  If you have any stories by this
author, or know how to get in contact with him, please get in touch with me. 
Thank You.

THIS STORY IS FOR ADULTS ONLY!!!!

I am not the author, just a reposter.

     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
alized 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.

     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.

     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 nd
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. lk, 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.

     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. 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.
GNerol


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