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This story (listed in Celeste's recent Top Stories) is only partially
archived on Dejanews, so here's the complete story. The formatting of the
original has been cleaned up, and some minor errors corrected. The author's
given email address, is, of course, no longer valid (another casualty of
penet.fi).

- Apuleius

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Subject: AWAKENINGS <New story> 1/6  (M/F, romance,1st time, impreg.)
From: an545004@anon.penet.fi (Annette)
Date: Fri, 29 Mar 1996 11:58:49 +1100

About this story
"Awakenings" is a new story by a new author. It is romantic erotica about
the sexual awakenings of a teenage girl and the first partners she
chooses. It deals with basic foreplay, oral sex, first penetration,
impregnation and associated sexual interplay. The copy contains explicit
dialogue associated with sexual intercourse. It is somewhat lengthy when
compared to the average length of the Newsgroup Alt.Sex.stories and has
been posted in parts.

Comments or requests
E-mail me at..... an545004@anon.penet.fi


Warning
The following material is erotic in nature.  If you are under
the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading
now.  If you are easily offended, please stop reading now.



Awakenings


Prologue

Any lingering hopes were swept away as I stared at the result
from the test kit.

I was pregnant! I had been well and truly "banged up".

I knew now, without doubt, that there was a price to pay for my
indulgences. I feared for my impending marriage as I tried to think
how to explain my belly full of arms and legs to a would be husband
who had yet to penetrate me.

The wedding was still two months away and I'd cleverly (as I thought
at the time) held him at bay and reeled him in with the promise of a
"grand opening" on our wedding night.

As I tried to come to grips with the dilemma I found myself in, I
reflected on the events of the last couple of months that had taken
me from a virginal bride to be, and turned me into sexually aroused
and fully pregnant fiance in one very sensual encounter.....




Chapter One

I suppose some blame for the situation in which I now find myself
could be attributed to the very protective environment in which
I had finished my education. I was nineteen and had spent the
last four years in a Swiss finishing school. I thought I knew
everthing about everything, but had had no "hands on" sexual
experiences, and had made do with fantasies, girl talk and a
some private experimentation... until I finally returned home
the complete lady (so my parents thought)and met up with Alan.

He turned out to be my catch of the night at my welcome home party.
 A great looking guy with a personality and bank account to match.
 A guy who was self assured and apparently very successful in the
art of seduction, if some of my girlfriends' stories were true.

I had noticed him among the "studs" because he was fair-haired,
blue-eyed and well built, apart from being damned good looking.
(I don't want much in a man. Just good looks, money and the right
basic instincts...and I had a thing for blue-eyed blondes).

The party was a pretty tame affair, given the parental oversight
factor.But it did give me a nice dose of the "warm fuzzies".

I was the centre of attention (after all, the party was for me),
but I had the smug feeling that it wasn't just that the guys were
being nice because I'd been out of town for a few years.

I was tall, lean, leggy and willowy, with jet black hair and an
olive complexion, giving me a light allover tan. I wasn't over
endowed in the boob department, but they were firm, and pointed
upward rather than down. They needed no support,  and in my
pristine white halter top, I thought I looked pretty good. I
rather enjoyed the impact I was having, and I felt that there
were some pretty exciting times ahead. Wow! was that a prophecy
fulfilled.

Alan was one of the lineup of party animals looking for a target
and, as we went through the "hello", and "nice to know you routine",
I felt a little pang of excitement. I had the feeling I was
earmarked as his  target.

This was to be the start of the main game. The curtain raiser
to my becoming a woman in the real sense, and my first real
foray into the mating arena. I was becoming all too aware that
I had been kept "in storage"too long. I had been getting some
very strong signals from my vital areas. Natural urges were demanding
fulfillment, and I knew I couldn't keep them waiting much longer.

It wasn't long before we gravitated to  the dance floor and things
became a little more intimate...and exciting. I was quickly but deftly
manoeuvred into close formation nuzzling, with more than a hint of
bodily contact in the key areas, but who was I to complain. I was loving
in it.

He soon made it obvious that he was out to separate me from the herd,
suggesting a "drive and coffee". I wasn't stupid, but I didn't mind
the idea one little bit, so it wasn't long before we'd slipped quietly
away in his Mercedes sports for parts unknown.

Needless to say, we ended up at his apartment. Hell! What a place. No
wonder the girls said he was a good catch, with a high success rate in
the penetration stakes. With a pad like this I had no doubts that a bevy
of virgins had been deflowered here over the years.

I knew I had to handle the situation carefully. He was showing all
the signs of being smitten and while I knew he was sexually wound up like
a coiled spring, I rather liked the idea of hanging on to this guy,
and all the goodies that went with him. As much as I wanted to "lay
myself bare", I knew I had to keep the brakes on and make myself a special
prize rather than just another notch on his male equipment.

The champagne was soon on the table for a "private celebration of
my home coming" as he termed it, though I had no doubt that this was
not the only sort of "coming" that was on his mind. I had learned
enough to know that the champagne treatment was not intended as a
conversation opener, but a leg opener. I knew though, that if I wanted to
keep him on the hook I could not allow him to make a "deposit" just yet,
much as I liked the idea of experiencing the real thing.

Besides, I was completely unprotected. I hadn't even contemplated
going on the pill. I'd had the full sex education bit at college
and had developed some very funny feelings about the sex act and
impregnation.  Maybe I'm a bit kinky, but I often fantasise about
playing sexual russian roulette. The idea of being inseminated,
with a fifty fifty chance of becoming pregnant, not only fascinates
me, it makes me weak and trembly, and sends some very strong yes!
yes!  yes! signals to my love tunnel. I had to do some heavy suppressing
of my urges, at least for the time being, if I was to weather this
first storm and win the bigger prize.

"Let the game begin." I thought, as he eased me gently into a
clinch on the "mating couch".

That first sensation of his tongue gently parting my lips and slipping
inside was so erotic. I didn't believe a first kiss could be such a
turn on. His tongue was so beautifully insistent as he signalled that
this was a prelude. Upper persuasion for lower invasion. My imagination
went wild as I thought about what else could be slipping inside me
soon. I had to get the situation under control or I would become just
another one night conquest.

"Cool it, Alan." I urged. "The night is young, we've got lots of
time, and I was enjoying the dancing. Turn on some music!" I commanded,
with less than convincing authority.

He was a bit put off, but complied, and dragged me back into
snuggle mode in an upright position. It wasn't really dancing,
rather more pressing the flesh all over, and it felt damned good.
Round one to me.

He wasn't to be denied quite that easily though (nor did I want
him to be). As we gyrated in close contact his hands began to
gently caress my bare back as he sought to confirm that I was
braless. Then, growing bolder they moved easily down the curve
of my back to cup the cheeks of my bottom as he pulled me against
him more tightly at the business end. He might have been enjoying
the feel of what I knew was a very firm and well proportioned
bum, but the fun wasn't all his as I fantasised over the very
prominent bulge that was delivering a strong message to the
moistening lower end of my churning tummy.

It wasn't long before I felt the couch behind my knees as he
manouvred me back to a more accessable position. A gentle nudge
as he slid his tongue down my throat again and I was on my back
with him on top of me. He didn't give me any chance to recover.
His tongue worked insistently to occupy my attention as he
kneed my legs apart and pressed himself against my vagina as
if to announce "Get ready! I'll be in there soon". Hell this was
good. I had to make sure I didn't "lose it" but at the same time
let him think that entry was not too far off.

His lips went lightly across my neck and throat as he eased a
shoulder strap aside. I knew where he was heading, but if I was
going to give ground, this was the right end to start with in
the early part of the game.

His tongue flicked tantalisingly as his mouth travelled down
my cleavage, eased aside the light fabric of my halter top and
engulfed a very aroused and straining nipple. "Mmmm!" I heard
myself murmur as his tongue circled and teased, and his mouth
began to draw gently. I relaxed for a moment, enjoying the sheer
sensuality of it all and before I knew what had happened, I
was bare to the waist and his hands were at work on my thighs
coaxing my dress upward to reveal the main action area. Much
as I hated the idea, it was time to find a way to bring things
to a halt before I ended up with no pants, no hymen and a bellyful
of love juice.

"Alan! We've got to stop right now." I pushed him gently. "We're
both as randy as hell and I can't keep you out much longer." I
lamented. "I'm new to all this. I'm unprotected and I just need
a little help and understanding before I throw discretion to
the winds." This demure little outburst was calculated to
appeal to his male protective instincts and it seemed to work.
He relaxed his efforts long enough for me to struggle out from
under and regain some composure. He wasn't happy. It was time
for me to take the initiative and rebuild his male ego.

I laid across him, gently stroked his chest and whispered to
him "Alan, you'll get what you want. Remember I want you inside
me just as much as you want to be there, but I've got some
funny ideas and you'd better hear them 'cause you might not
like 'em."

I slid my hand slowly down the front of his pants and began
to gently massage the bulge that was saying "I want in". His
eyes were glazing over but I think he was paying attention.
"My big turn on is the thought that when a man penetrates me
for the first time it will be to shoot live ammunition at an
unprotected target. I get all churned up at the idea of
totally unprotected sex with an even money chance of being
put in the family way. I'm just not quite ready yet."

I could see the gleam returning to his eyes as he picked up
on the virginal bit and I knew I had to dangle the bait just
a little further if I was going to leave him in a "still
interested" frame of mind. I took his hand and guided it along
my inner thighs cupping it over the mound between my legs. "
I think you can feel what's been happening down here, and I
hope you'll be the one to perform the grand opening. Just be
patient."

"I'll be patient", he complained. "But not for too damned
long. I'm going to have you whatever it takes, and it won't
be very long".  He was sounding huskier as he talked. "I'll
have you pleading for it before long. And when I get into
that body of yours I'll be riding bareback and making a
fully delivery of fertilizer. That flat little belly of
yours will be put out of shape very quickly when I get to work
on it. He was getting me all sexed up again with that sort
of talk. I loved it. It was time to cut and run.

The warm late night summer breeze helped me unwind and "dry out"
a bit as he drove me home with the top down. "Round two to me,"
I grinned to myself. But I knew the fires had been being lit
within me. I was going to love the love game and that beautiful
instrument of female pleasure that would perform the task it
was so magnificently designed for, hopefully, in the not too
distant future.

I lay awake for hours that night revelling in the joys of
womanhood and sex. All I could think about was "What next?"
What delights lay ahead?" I fondled my straining breasts and
still hard nipples, ran my hands down to my avenue of ecstacy,
my gateway to fulfillment. "How long before I experienced the
ultimate?" I wondered. "How long before I feel the beautiful
intrustion of a rock-hard penis driving into me with but one
intent...to fill me with a new life. To make babies in me!"

Chapter 2

He was on the phone early next morning. A good sign. I'd run
the risk of being cast off as a chastity freak, but it seemed
I'd played my cards right. He wanted more, and so did I.

The next few nights were pretty intense. It was more of the
same, but getting better, and more exciting with each encounter.
He worked hard to break me, open me. I worked just as hard to
keep him aroused, drooling, but with my hymen intact. We were
both loving it. We both knew it was a game that promised a
beautiful outcome. I was becoming sexually obsessed...and
loving it. I kept thinking back over my sex education lessons and
fantasising
about the power of a penis plunging deep inside me, ejaculating sperm,
filling me, inseminating me. God what a turn-on, and I hadn't yet had a
close encounter with his babymaker. That soon changed.

We had gotten back to his place from a rather boring evening
with a couple of friends and he was in no mood for preliminaries.
He had my top off, a mouthful of nipple and two hands full of
bottom in no time flat. "The battle for entry was to be on in
earnest tonight." I thought.

Time for some aggressive counter measures. I pushed him aside,
then pulled him down onto the bed, rolling him onto his back.
I wanted to play the vamp.

I gently unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it from his waistband
and began stroking his chest as I whispered to him, "You've
been trying to get my panties off for the last few nights.
Now I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine."

"What a lame excuse for some penile exploration" I smirked
unashamedly to myself. But so what? I had to learn didn't I?
A girl has to know what she's  going to get into......her!
"Hands on experience was essential", I justified to myself
as I stared him straight in the eye and began to undo his belt.

He was a bit taken aback, but I could see he was enjoying the
role reversal as his already prominent bulge swelled visibly,
demanding release. Who was I to deny the needs of such a vital
instrument. I released the top clip of his fly then slid the
zip slowly and tantalisingly downwards as I watched and enjoyed
the expression of lust on his face.

"Lift up!" I ordered,  as I dragged his pants over that tight
little bum. "Time I was introduced to this sex-crazed friend
of yours" I sniggered. "We might find we have a common interest."

I lightly tugged the elastic of his undershorts, easing
them down to unveil the staff of life. How beautifully ugly.
I was hypnotised by the proud strength of it as I ran my
hand gently along that magnificent shaft. What a sensation
to have this driving into me, penetrating me deeply, spurting
semen into my womb.

He drooled under my penile ministrations but it seemed I had a
bit to learn about how to please a rampant erection. He guided
my hand around the base of the shaft, then  back and forth along
its length, rippling the beautifully pliant skin, pulling the
semen sacs at its base to action stations, swelling the powerful
head, making the whole instrument throb with pleasure.

I looked at his face and marvelled at the effect I was having
as I stroked him delicately and purposefully into ecstacy. "This
was the power of woman over man."I mused as I changed the rhythm,
enjoying the succession of facial expressions, disappointment
as I slowed, anxiety as I stopped, then relief as I began again.
He writhed and squirmed as my technique improved. When it comes to
education, I had no doubt about my ability to be a very fast and
enthusiastic learner in this particular subject.

I blew gently on the head  as I stroked him, tantalised him,
and watched in awe as the first tiny bead of clear fluid emerged
from the slit at the very tip of the now pulsating and swollen
head. I knew this was the prelude to an impending eruption. Maybe I
was overdoing things. I paused momentarily, but the agony and
disappointment on his face gave the obvious answer. He wanted
release...and it was up to me to finish the job I had started.

I focused my full attention on the throbbing head as I increased
the tempo of my strokes, fascinated by the writhing of his body
as he neared the heights of ecstacy. A groan escaped his lips.
He began to gasp and tremble. His balls swelled. His penis began
to spasm and jerk, turning almost purple. Then suddenly the release.
Jets of thick creamy sperm erupted from him, splashing across his
chest, my arms, hands, then my  bare breasts and nipples as I
leant over his chest redirecting the spurting organ. It was
beautiful to watch. Hot semen spraying everywhere. The seed
of life, filler of bellies, maker of babies. What a magical
sight. How I wanted those bursts of sperm inside me. How
beautifully warm and filling it would feel. God! How could I
wait much longer?

Then it was over for him. Blessed release. Satisfaction and
pleasant exhaustion. I revelled in the aftermath as I gently
massaged the splashes of sticky fluid into his chest, over
my breasts, kissing him, pressing myself to him, bonding us
with semen.

I commended myself on a job well done as I felt his beautiful
penis, wet with his juices, soften and shrink in my hand. I was
still on a high,  sexually unsatisfied, but smugly exhilarated.
Tonight I had been the master, and I knew I had the makings of
a true professional in the sex game.

Chapter 3

The "getting to know the parents" thing didn't seem too much
of a problem, and I  soon detected a hint of unspoken commitment
as we went through all the other little niceties of courting,
and got to know each other better. I seemed to be the total
focus of his attention. But the horizon was a bit cloudy.

Mum and dad had booked me on a Caribbean cruise as a welcome home
present. I was due to sail in a couple of weeks and would be away
for 13 days. Alan was not impressed, and I wasn't too keen either,
given recent developments. I was on the verge of cancelling when
events took a turn which were to have a profound influence on my
immediate future.

Alan was a lead player in his dad's importing business and there
were some pretty big deals in the pipeline it seemed. He had to
spend some time overseas, and soon.

It was this development which decided me to continue with my
Caribbean caper, if only for a bit of social interaction. If
he was going to buzz off overseas for a couple of months I might
as well do a bit of holidaying to keep my mind off what I was
going to be missing out on. He was a bit "off" about the idea,
but accepted reluctantly after extracting promises of "faithfullness"
and all that sort of stuff.

I made the point that the "being true" bit cut both ways. "How do
I know this rampaging little girl-pleaser wont be sliding between
the legs of some randy Asian tart?" I questioned as I stroked
the front of his pants teasingly under the restaurant tablecloth.
I don't think he was too impressed with the "little" reference.
But He knew I was teasing, and he was loving the stimulation,
or so it seemed, if the rapidly swelling lump I was fondling ,
and his flushed face, were any indication. "Just keep that weapon,
and the goodies it can deliver, all for me." I smirked.

 This was our last night together. We were dining in style and
I had plans to make this a night he wouldn't forget. One that
would keep his horny little penis focused on the job it had to
do when he returned home.

He was due to fly out in a few hours and I knew that I had to
take him right to the edge tonight. To send him off totally
drained but with an overwhelming urge to come back and fill
my belly. I knew how I was going to handle this, and it was
time to get on with it. I gave a final squeeze of promise and
whispered huskily "Let's get back to your place. We've got some
private farewelling to do."

I went to work on him as we drove home, lightly running my
hands around his neck, inside his shirt, over his chest, then
downward and along his thighs and, inevitably, back to the
very restless lump in his pants. I loved playing the arousal
role. It was a real turn on watching the manipulative effects
I could have as I became better and better at using  sex and
sensuality as a weapon. The trouble was, the more I learnt
about the pleasures that boys and girls could give each other,
the more obsessed with sex I became. "Was I a virgin with the
makings of a wanton slut?" I wondered as I unzipped him and
went in search of that hot, pulsating piece of equipment that
I knew I could coax into eruption as the mood took me. His
erratic driving suggested it might be more prudent to hold
off until we got home. I sniggered, kissed him, and zipped
him up, "just for the time being." I promised myself.

We were quickly back at it once indoors. I wanted to retain the
initiative. He simmered as my hand released his belt buckle,
unzipped him again, and slid into his shorts to reawaken
that magic instrument. It needed no help. It was rock-hard,
swollen, and raging to find a berth to carry out its task,
to sow its seed.

 "Tonight's got to be the night." He groaned in my ear as
he came up for air in the midst of some intense tounge-probing
mouthwork. " I want you on that bed, naked,  with your legs
spread and body wide open to me." He pleaded desperately. "I
want to split you open, be inside you, do what this thing is
upposed to do, flood you with sperm."

Jesus that sort of talk inflamed me. I wanted to rip off my
pants of and guide him into me right there and then, but animal
cunning intervened. I knew I had to get a permanent commitment
before I opened up and allowed him to give me a bellyful.

"Al, you're going away in a few hours, and you'll be away for
a couple of months. As much as I want to, I can't become pregnant
to you now. Can't we wait until you get back to see if you
still want me."  I crooned. " I know how to make you feel better
right now, and you can still be the one to perform the grand
opening when you get back...if that's what you still want."

"What do you mean IF?" He said, a bit angrily. "You belong to
me now. That body is mine, and this is mine to open and fill
as I see fit." He said, lifting my dress and sliding his hand
down my belly inside my panties,  cupping it possessively over
my mound.  His fingers moved gently. Heaven!!

"We can't, Alan!" I pleaded, as I felt myself going to pieces.
"Just be patient a little longer. Now lie back." I commanded,
as I began to stroke him quickly.

"My turn tonight." he said firmly as he stayed my hand.
" The grand opening can wait until I get back. I've accepted
that. But we're getting married, then it's flesh into flesh,
no holds barred, until I get you well and truly pregnant,"
he said sexily. "Right now you're about to experience a bit
of your own medicine." he smirked as he moved his fingers
inside me suggestively, sending my senses reeling, making me
squirm and  lubricate in anticipation.

My astonishment at the marriage proposal faded to the back
of my mind to be replaced by feverish desire as he went to
work on me, gently stipping me naked, carrying me to the
bed and laying me lewdly, legs spread and totally submissive.

His lips went to my ankles as he began lightly kissing and
stroking his way upwards. My body screamed, and arched
upwards in offering and anticipation, as his tongue traced
a wet line along my upper thighs. But there was to be no
quick fulfillment. His tongue skirted my vagina to tease my
belly button, my breasts, my nipples. He drove me slowly mad
as he brought my body to the pinnacles of ecstacy. I jerked
and twitched. I could hear myself pleading for release. Then,
thank god, his lips and fingers started their journey
downwards again, heading toward the little tuffted mound
that was now so wet and in need of attention.

He parted me gently with his fingers, sliding inside me
with the skill of a surgeon as I jerked upward under his
touch, straining with delight, trying to open myself to
him. His fingers began the rhythmic movements of a lust-filled
penis as they slid in an out , in and out, driving me wild.
Making me shudder with passion. Then his strokes slowed as
he brought me down momentarily only to send me soaring again
as his fingertips found the nerve ends of my button of ecstacy.
He tweaked me, manipulated me, made me gyrate with sexual
emotion as I begged for release.

He looked into my pleading eyes as he said gently, "Now who's
in charge?"  I was beyond response.  I trembled and shook,
out of control and speechless with lust as he played me like
a concert violinist. Then his mouth moved downwards and his
tongue took me over the edge as it flicked my screaming clitoris
lightly but with deadly precision while his fingers resumed
their piston like probing.

I began to buck uncontollably as my whole being was racked with
the spasms of sexual fulfillment. I was almost hoarse with
silent screaming as I went through those final beautiful seconds
of ecstacy into glorious release. God! What a feeling.

I lay in limbo land, basking in the after glow of orgasmic release,
collecting my thoughts as I came down off cloud nine. " You
shouldn't let this thing push you into promises of marriage just
to get its way with me", I chided as I stroked him playfully.
"You're forgiven..." I cooed, "...and you're off the hook".

"You heard what I said." he responded firmly. "I meant every
word of it. From now on you belong to me. Set a date and let's
get on with it as soon as I get home." I was stunned. I
couldn't believe it. This may have been what I was aiming for,
but, in my wildest dreams, I didn't expect to pull it off so
quickly. I hugged him, kissing him tenderly as I whispered
"You can still change your mind and I'll understand."

"No more talk", he said authoritively. "The decision is made.
Set it up and let's do it." and then the big deflater. "Now,
I've got a plane to catch. I've got to get going".

"Not yet, you're not" I pouted. "Not until I've finished
with you. You're going be a little late for check-in." I
said with tender authority as I pushed him onto the bed.
"Relax and enjoy." I crooned as I stripped his shorts from him.

I leant down over him, brushing my nipples across his face,
flicking my tongue lightly over his chest and tracing a
tiny moist line down to his navel. My tongue teased his
bellybutton as  my hand took control of him. He wasn't going
anywhere until I'd discharged all his ammunition and he was a
spent force. Besides, I was still randy and I wanted to see
and feel that muscular fountain shooting sperm everywhere.
God how I was growing to love cock.

"Let's make this deliver its going away message." I giggled
in his ear as he began to writhe with ecstacy. "Besides, I
want another look at what I'm going to have bursting inside
me in a couple of months," I whispered hoarsely as I increased
the tempo, then paused while I flicked my tongue across the
tip of that beautiful head.

He was already in the final throes of release. He had worked
himself up to fever pitch sending me to the moon and wasn't
going to last much longer. I ran my tongue tantalisingly along
the length of his shaft, then began to stroke him to deliverance.

His face contorted in seconds as his body went rigid and
his staff began its contractions. I laid my head on his chest,
hypnotically watching the glistening split at the tip of his
penis for the first signs of the impending eruption. I knew
what would happen. It was lewd, but I didn't care.

I was mesmerised as the first pearly blast shot onto my cheek,
then another, and another. I couldn't help myself. I opened
my mouth to the line of fire and tasted my first droplets of
the cream of life, as I was coated with that beautifully
sticky discharge. I was a sperm-sodden mess.

Then it was over. We revelled in each other in smug satisfaction
as we came back to earth. The sexual fires had been well and
truly lit within me. They  might have eased to a smoulder now,
but I knew it would take little to reawaken them. They were
fires that would  only be quelled by deep and frequent injections
from the male of the species.  Before I knew it he was showered
and gone.

Chapter 4

I got a last glimpse of my dear old dad on the dockside as
the liner pulled away from the pier. Two pretty dismal weeks
had passed since Alan's departure. My "oldies" had been all
for the marriage bit, and I'd had daily calls from Alan.
Otherwise it had been a pretty uneventful aftermath to a
blossoming affair.

The ship was first rate. Big, luxurious, everything you
could want for an oceangoing holiday, "apart from a male
companion to share the bed with." I thought, as I got to know
my cabin mate. She was a bit older than me, a good looker,
easy to get on with, but with her own plans and agenda. It
looked like being a nice couple of weeks of sun, sea and sights.

My plans didn't include romance. But that didn't mean I
couldn't enjoy  looking. Speculating privately who was getting
into whom. Fantasising about what I'd be having between my
legs if my bloke was here with me. "Ah well", I thought.
"My turn was coming." Little did I know how true that was to be.

I first noticed him at the dinner table next to mine. He was
magnificent. One of the officers, judging from the uniform
and epaulettes. My attention had been attracted by the giggling.
The women at his table were all over him, competing for his
attention, trying to stake a claim to a partner for the trip.
I can't say I blamed them. Males were in a shortage, and
this one was "doozy" to say the least.

I watched with mild amusement and interest between chats with
my tablemates. I guess I felt a bit smug knowing that I had
my man all locked up, but I was also a bit envious. I'd come
to enjoy the love game, and watching wasn't nearly as much
fun as participating. We locked eyes briefly and I thought
I detected a "plea for help" before I turned away feigning
disinterest. It should have ended there if I'd been smart,
but it didn't.

I suddenly felt a firm grip on my arm as I made my way from
the dining room. I was engulfed in a bear hug and wondered
what the bloody hell was happening as a deep and resonant
voice whispered in my ear "Please, just play along. I'll
explain later." Then he released me and broke away.

"God it's good to see you again. How have you been?" He asked,
and then, for the benefit of the two trailing females, "This
is a good friend of mine from way back. Say hello to Annette".
He'd missed by a mile, but I knew what he was up to and
didn't mind helping him shed his admiring entourage.

"Hi!" I responded sweepingly, and then to him, "I wondered
when you'd find time to say hello." "I can see you're busy
at the moment." I grinned. "Buy me a coffee and let's do
some catching up when you can spare the time." I ended, starting
to walk away. "Right now!" He came back, excusing himself from
his disappointed admirers.

"Thanks! I owe you." He said, as he steered me away. "It gets a
bit tricky at times."
"I can imagine." I smirked back knowingly."Tough life."

"I'd be happy to buy you that coffee right now." he went on.
"But I'm on watch in fifteen minutes.  I'll have to take a rain
check."

"I'll live." I retorted, trying to sound disinterested, and at
 the same time getting angry with myself because I knew damn
well he looked as good to me as he had to those other two whores
who had been trying to bed him.

That wasn't the end of it. Just the beginning, as it turned out.

I lay awake that night for quite while. My cabin mate must
have gotten lucky. She hadn't come back and I was feeling a
bit peeved, and deprived. I'd enjoyed the first night's socialising,
but had skillfully side stepped the panty hunters like an
engaged girl should. I wasn't wearing a ring but I was trying
to do the right thing.

I thought back to my last night with Alan. That didn't help.
It Just got my juices flowing and reawakened the fires down
below. "Why should I be missing out?" I thought to myself.
"My bloody stud fiancee is probably planting his seed in
anything he can lay his penis into." I thought darkly, as I
slipped my fingers into a rapidly moistening vagina,
looking for blessed release. "Damn!" I cursed softly to
myself as I suddenly found myself recalling the powerful
frame of my officer friend of earlier that night. Fantasising
about the powerful weapon that could give me want I needed,
and was so close at hand.

Elaine's return cooled my ardour,but it didn't make me
feel any better to see the smug look of satisfaction on
her face.



Chapter 5

It was late evening the next day when I made my first
mistake.  I felt a familiar grip on my arm as that deep,
sensuous voice threw down the challenge. "Time for that
coffee." He said, as he steered me away. "You can come up
to the Bridge, see where I work and join some of us for a
cuppa." God he was a big man, and knew just how to take
charge. My alarm bells were ringing, but they were overridden
by little pangs of excitement. I quickly convinced myself
that I could handle the situation. Stupid me.

He went through the ritual of showing me all the gadgetry
that made the ship run, introduced me to  some of the other
officers, then called over a steward.

"Bring coffee and the trimmings to my cabin would you please,"
he commanded. I was trapped. I was a big girl now. I couldn't
make a fuss and I didn't know how to say "no" after going
this far. "After all," I rationalised, "he was only inviting
me in for coffee."

But I'd been right about him. The moment his door closed behind
us his arms were around me. His mouth closed on mine and his
tongue pushed demandingly inside. He was so quick. I couldn't
think. I felt wild excitement rising within me. I knew I
should be breaking loose and getting out fast, but I didn't.
I thought I could have a little fun without going too far.

He had other ideas. I was whirled around, the zip went down
the back of my dress, and with a deft movement born of long
practice, he pulled the damn thing downward over my arms,
standing back to let it drop around my ankles, leaving me
standing before him in panties and bra, stunned and stranded.

I started to protest and struggle weakly as he held me, arms
pulled forward, as he ran his smouldering eyes slowly downwards.
"Beautiful!" he whispered, as he grabbed me again, silenced
my protests with his tongue, and slipped his hands inside my
panties, cupping the cheeks of my bottom down low, parting them
suggestively.

My senses reeled. The fires were well and truly rekindled. I
found myself responding, and throwing commonsense to the wind.
He knew he had me. He pushed down with his hands still inside
my panties. My bottom was bare. Then his hand between us,
there was the unmistakeable sound of another unzipping, and
I felt hot hard flesh flat against my bare belly as he
pushed me towards the bed. I was gone. I'd lost all control
"This is going to be it." I thought, as I went down under him.
Then suddenly, a saviour. There was a knock on the door and
I heard the steward call "Coffee sir!"

There was a flurry as I struggled to get up, and a muffled
"Damn!" from him as he called out, "Just a minute!" I was
desperately trying to get my panties back into place and my
dress back on and zipped as I thought to myself "Saved!" But
I knew it wasn't relief I was feeling, and I knew the
encounter was far from over.

I was still trying to restore a semblance of feminine dignity
as he opened the cabin door for the steward. I saw the exchange
of glances between them as the tray was put on the table and
I flushed. I knew what was going through the steward's mind.
" Here's another randy little tart who is about to be
thoroughly creamed."  I hoped he wasn't right. I was fighting
a losing battle to hang on to my virginity, but I was also
coming very much "into season". If my calculations were
right (my periods were like clockwork) there would be a
waiting "target" for any little tadpoles that were turned
loose inside me.

The trouble was that he was so bloody dominant and confident
I just didn't know how to handle the situation. But it
wasn't just that. I knew I could walk out right then, but
deep down inside me I wanted the game to continue. I
wanted to be led to fulfillment.

I tried to regain some composure as he poured and passed
the coffee. He didn't even ask how I liked it. It was as
if he knew that I'd drink and do what I was told.

I blurted out a very predicatable and shaky " I think I'd
better be going when I finish this." But he just dismissed
the issue casually but with absolute certainty. "Stop acting
like a little girl and behave like the woman you are." he
commanded. "If only he knew." I thought.

"You know very well that you're going to stay, and that
we're going to make love. Accept it and let's ejoy each
other to the fullest for the rest of the voyage".

"Sven!" I pleaded lamely (he was Norwegian and, what else,
blue-eyed with fair hair), "You know damned well I'm
tempted, but you might as well know I'm engaged, and
getting married in a couple of months."

"So?" He raised his eyebrows.

"As much as I like the idea, I can't just jump into the
sack with you and throw my legs open. I owe some sort of
loyalty to my future husband."  I said, trying to sound
convincing.

"Don't be so bloody stupid and naive." He snapped. "Men are
planting their seed in  women all around the bloody world
at this very instant. That's life.  That's what creates
life. It's what we're here for."

His tone softened as he saw my eyes moistening. He pulled
me across from my chair and onto his knee, stroking my hair
 as he added persuasively, "We're a thousand  miles from
anywhere on this ship. Nobody knows you, and nobody need
know what takes place between us. When you leave, you can
leave with some very intimate and private memories, go on
to get married, have babies, and not wonder what you missed
out on".

"Listen to me." I tried to sound strong but it came out more
like a whimper. "I'm not the bloody woman you seem to think
I am. I'm a useless bloody virgin that's out of her depth.
I'm totally unprotected, no pills, no diaphragm, at this
time highly damned fertile, and with a body screaming for
fulfillment. That's why I'm acting like a little girl." I
stammered.

"So much the better" he soothed. "You've got lots of learning
to do, and I'm a good teacher. Now let's see if we can't put
your fears to rest." He pulled me closer, stroking me,
looking straight into my  eyes. "Firstly, you can get up,
walk out the door and nothing more need be said." Then, reading
my declining spirits, "Or, you can stay, trust me to take care
of you, and we can enjoy each other to the fullest for the
next two weeks. It's up to you."

I flushed, dropped my eyes."Bastard!" I thought. He knew he
had me eating out of his hand. He lifted me from his knee,
turned me to face him, then pulled me forwards and down,
kneeing my legs apart so that I sat straddling him. Every
move he made had blatant sexual meaning. His hands went
under my dress, clasped my bottom and pulled me forward,
spreading my legs wider, opening me, and bringing me back
into total contact as he said, "Now! Do we understand each
other." stifling any reply from me with his mouth and tongue.

He quickly unzipped himself again and I felt hot flesh
between my thighs as he pressed his manhood purposefully against
my panties, nuzzling and stroking. He was an artist. Every
move and touch was a sexual thrill. All thoughts of resistance
faded away as I accepted that I was going to live for the moment.
Down went my zip, and I felt him unclasp my bra strap. He pushed
me back a little as he eased my dress from my shoulders,
pulling my bra with it, and leaving me bare to the waist.

Then the next sexual shock wave as he looked at me again.
"You know very well that I'm going to fuck you." he said
conversationally.  Christ, the effect that word had on me.
I'd heard the "F" word heaps of times as an expletive. I
was no prude, but under these circumstances, it was so
beautifully dirty. My senses roared as he continued quite
irectly, "But not tonight."  I was trembling. "Tonight we
play. Tomorrow we make love for real. As much as I hate the
bloody things, I'll buy some condoms in port tomorrow, then
we'll open up that precious little passageway of yours and
teach it what life's all about."  He stood up , led me out
of my dress that had dropped to my ankles, pushed me onto
the bed in just my panties, then lifted my legs and spread
them in a pose of total submission.

I watched like a bitch on heat as he stripped naked and
stood over me, his penis beautifully erect,  rising and
falling ominously only inches from my face as his love
muscles contracted with increasing lust. "Tonight you'll
have a taste of what's to come." He was talking huskily
now, losing himself, like me, in the depths of passion.
He stroked his weapon lewdly, squeezing a tiny drop of
clear fluid to its tip, touching it to my straining nipple,
drawing a fine cobweb-like strand upward as he straddled
me, kneeling across my tummy. "By tomorrow night you'll
be begging for deliverance. Begging for this prick to be
driven deep inside you. Pleading for it to tunnel into
that delightful little cunt of yours." Shit! How I got
off on that sort of talk.

He cupped my breasts together then, sliding that masterful
weapon sensuously back and forth between them. Then he was
 on top of me, in between my legs, and I felt the pressure
of his penis trying to break through my panties as he
thrust repeatedly against my very ready opening. God I
wished the damn things tear.

Then he was kneeling again, pulling me upwards to him,
pulling me to his manhood. I knew instinctively what was expected
of me as my hands slid around that magic shaft. At least now I
had some power. I kissed him lightly on the tip, ran my tongue along
the underside, then up and around the rim of that proud head.
There was no stopping me now. I had no inhibitions left. I
knew I was a prick worshipper for life as I opened my mouth
wide and guided him tenderly inside.

He sensed I was a novice at fellatio and allowed me to take
my time as I gradually adjusted to the enormity of him,
sliding my lips further down the shaft, taking him deeper
into my throat. I was on fire. I must have been made to suck
cocks. All I could think about was his ultimate ejaculation
into me as I began to stroke him gently but positively towards
release.

I turned my eyes upward, loving his facial contortions as
I drove him mad with my tongue and lips. He didn't last
long. Either I was very good at this or he had been kept
waiting too long. I felt the beautiful head start to swell
within my mouth, the shaft expanding in girth as he reached
the edge. I held my lips still now, stroking him to finality.
He gasped as the underside of that beautiful babymaker
began to spasm with muscular contractions, pumping the
sperm upwards from his balls. Then, at last,my first real
intake of semen as the beautiful cloying liquid gushed
into the back of my throat.

Spurt after spurt followed as I finished him, swallowing
greedily like the screaming slut I seemed to be turning
into. I may have been taking it into me at the wrong end,
but how I loved it.

He went slowly limp as he came back to earth, lowering
himself down to face me, gently wiping the little rivulets
of his sperm from the corners of my mouth  as he said warmly
and approvingly "You're a very talented young lady. I trust
you enjoyed you first experience ." he grinned, and seeing
my smile "We call that, in the trade, a cum cocktail." He
knew just how to keep me on fire. "Now we need to get you
ready for tomorrow evening. We don't want it to be too
painful,do we? Lie back and relax." he commanded as he stood
beside the bed.

He slid one arm under the backs of my knees, lifted my
legs upward, and my bottom off the bed. A deft movement
ith his other hand and my panties were on their way down.
I was bare and spreadeagled as his mouth brought my nipples
to life again. Then my whole being sprang back into sexual
action stations as I felt his hand  move downward, gently
circling and probing my belly button then heading onwards
towards its main target.

I writhed as his fingers entered me. He was so delicate for
such a big man.  His  tongue traced a little wet line from
my breasts as it followed to join his dancing fingers. He
moved just slowly enough to make the expectation unbearable.
I thought I knew what was coming, and I was delerious. I
shook as his mouth nuzzled my tuft, then went over the edge.
Suddenly I was rocked by the sensation of a darting tongue
flicking my clitoris.

My whole body jerked and twitched uncontrollably as he
applied himself. Then quickly he changed positions,
kneeling between my legs, spreading them wider as his
mouth closed over my vagina. Then his tongue was inside
me, probing, darting, flicking, as he took me to the
pinnacles of ecstacy. I wanted release and he knew it.
But then he stopped.

"Just be patient", he soothed as he watched me almost
whimpering. He fumbled at his bedside table for a moment,
then was back to me. Suddenly the silence was broken by
a quiet whirr, and his hand appeared before me holding
a beautifully phallic-like object. I was so damed sexed
up I didn't know weather to cry, laugh, scream or protest.
Needless to say, I did nothing, and continued laying
their, open to his every whim.

He kissed me gently as he touched my nipple with the
vibrator. It was like an electric shock running through
my tits. God! What next?. But I knew the answer. I felt
the tingling sensation move downward, lightly probing
my belly button, then onward towards the point of entry
as he murmured "We want  that little cunny loosened up
and ready for its first real visitor, don't we?"

I could only gurgle incoherently as he stroked through my
bush, then over the edge, laying the length of that beautiful
instrument along the folds of my vagina, revolving it in my
juices, driving me crazy as its vibrations tortured my
nerve ends. Then the angle changed as he coaxed my lips
apart with his fingers and eased the vibrator inside to do
its work.

I squirmed, I gasped, I bucked. I was lost in a sea of
sensations, then mild alarm as I felt it meet the resistance
of my hymen. He nudged gently, covering my mouth with his
lips. Then a firmer thrust, I winced, and it was over. I
felt myself relaxing and opening beautifully to his ministrations
as I gave way to the joys of uninhibited sex. He probed me,
pistoned me, delighted me as he brought me excruciatingly
to the edge.
Then blessed relief as my body was racked with the convulsions
of orgasm. It was over.

Chapter 6

He held me closely during the afterglow, sensing my mental
turmoil, soothing me,relaxing me, naked bodies touching from
tip to toe. Then a return to reality.

" I've got to get dressed and go on watch." He declared
as he coaxed me upright. "Come! I need a shower mate."

"What next?" I thought, but it was a nice finale. We soaped
each other, rubbed together, explored  each other's intimate
areas, titillated each other in a relaxed mood of sudsy fun sex.

He invited me ashore the next day,  handing me his key as
we left his cabin. "That's yours until the end of the trip."
He said as he held my eyes. "If you change your mind and
decide not to join me tomorrow night, put the key in an
envelope, slide it under the door, and we'll call it quits
with no regrets."

It was late as I navigated my way back to my cabin somewhat
uncertainly. My mind was awhirl with pangs of conscience,
excitement, afterglow and lust as I tried to come to terms
with the rapid turn of events.

I crept in quietly, hoping not to wake Elaine.

Bad move!  Elaine was on her back, legs up around her
ears with some stud driving himself into her like there
was no tomorrow. "Oops", I thought, embarrassed. But I
need not have worried. They were both groaning and gasping
in the final throes of orgasm, and oblivious to me as I
beat a hasty retreat and headed towards the bar. I hoped
she was better prepared for a creaming than I was. "Jesus!",
I thought. "This bloody ship is a floating stud farm.
Everyone seems hell bent on fucking themselves into oblivion."
"Or was I just waking up to the real world?" I wondered.

I felt pretty smug sitting with him on the launch as we went
ashore with next day. I revelled in the envious glances from
the women who had yet to connect with a male partner. "Eat
your heart out," I mused impishly. " If anyone is going to
be ridden by this stallion, I've got first call."

We had a nice day ashore. Uneventful, but nice. His brief
visit to a chemist shop didn't escape my notice. I had a
pretty fair idea what he was buying.

He left me as we arrived back on board. " I'll be off watch
at midnight. I'll go straight to my cabin. I hope you'll
be there waiting for me." He said softly as he headed off
towards the bridge.

I agonised over the situation for hours. I was being an
unfaithful bitch, and turning into a sex-crazed tart. I
convinced myself that I had to bring this bloody fling to
an end. I knew what I had to do.

I got myself back together with some easy going conversation
at dinner, then went to the cabaret. "Time to make my move, "
I thought wistfully as I left the show, collecting an envelope
from a nearby writing table. I sealed his key inside together
with a brief note which read " Loved every minute. Please
understand." Then I headed up to his cabin to get there
before he arrived.

My stomach was churning, my pulses racing and my mind back
in turmoil as I reached the door. I knelt to slide the
envelope under, then , in a trance,  ripped  it open,
screwed the damn thing up, and let myself inside, realising
that my sexual auto pilot had kicked in and lust was taking
over.

He arrived just after midnight with a bottle of champagne
and two glasses. "God I'm glad your here."  He said as he
sat opposite me, pulling me across onto his lap, and
opening the proceedings with some gentle stroking and
light kisses. He knew how to handle his women.

I started up with the "little girl" thing again, trying
to explain that I wanted to play a little, but with
limitations. Who was I trying to kid. "We've been through
all that." He said, with feigned sterness. "Any more
of that stupid talk and I'll smack your bum." he threatened.

"You wouldn't dare." I smirked,  provoking him. That was
all it took. I was lifted as though I was weightless,
thrown across his knees with my head dangling, and the next
thing I felt was a firm swat on the rump. "Ow!" I yelled.
"Let me up." But he wasn't having any. "Are you ready to d
o as your told?" he demanded. "No bloody way." I yelled with
mock anger.

"I see."  he said ominously, and in a flash my dress was up,
over my head, and my panties pulled down. Smack! His bare hand
stung me this time, but it was a nice sting, and he'd picked
just the right spot. "Are you going to behave?" He questioned.
I knew I was totally exposed, and that he was enjoying the
view as his hand hovered, poised for another whack. "I don't
know."  I muttered, sounding as though I was backing down. I
was of course, but I  was enjoying the game.

"You think it out." he directed. "Meantime, I like my ladies
undressed for cocktails." With that he whipped my panties
from my ankles, pulled me upright, dragging my dress up and
off over my head, then quickly flicked off my bra and left
me standing, totally naked. "Now what have you got to say?"
he grinned.

"Fuck you!" I spat at him with a snigger. "Think again," he
said softly pulling me into his arms, sliding his hands down
 my back, clasping my bum. " Very soon it will be me fucking you."
he whispered with sensuous promise. Then his mouth was over mine,
our tongues churning.

We broke for air and he opened the champagne. He pulled me, in
all my nakedness, onto his knee again, filled the champagne
glasses, passing one to me, then urging me forward with his
hand behind my neck. He raised his glass to immerse part of
my breast and nipple, then replaced the the glass with his
mouth. My pulse went into overdrive. I knew it was the beginning
of the main game, my deflowering. But it was to be a long,
slow and mind-blowing  session of foreplay.


We finished the champagne amid some more very sensuous
licking and kissing. My head was spinning as he carried me
naked to the bed. Then he was fumbling at the bedside table
again, "probably for the damned condom", I thought to myself,
hating the necessity. "Close your eyes." he ordered. I did
exactly what I was told. I wondered what was coming but I
was dizzy, and too far gone to care.

Suddenly I felt a cold, oily droplet on the very point of
one of my nipples. My body jerked. Then another drop on the
other nipple. My eyes sprung open to see what was happening
as he poured more droplets into my belly button. It was baby oil.

"How bloody appropriate." I thought, as his hands began a
sensuous massage. I closed my eyes and lost myself in a
sea of lust and nerve-jangling sensation as, in total silence,
he slowly and deliberately worked the oil into my body from
top to toe, skilfully avoiding, and saving the main target
area until last. He was readying me for entry, and a fucking
that I would never forget.

He stopped. I waited, my body screaming, and after a short
silence, I opened my eyes to see him totally naked,  leaning
over me, that beautiful prick proud and erect. He coaxed my
legs wider apart (they didn't need much coaxing) then a trickle
of oil and his fingers began the final lubrication. I couldn't
last any longer. I groaned as his fingers worked inside me,
shuddered, and came.

My satisfaction was brief though. All I could think about
was getting him inside me. He knew it . He lay beside me,
kissed me tenderly and whispered "It's time!"

Then he was up, standing beside the bed again. His arm
went under the back of my knees, my bum was lifted in the
air briefly, then lowered, onto a strategically placed
pillow. "Now we have that delightful little cunt ready for
maximum penetration." He crooned sexily, as he kneeled
between my legs, resting his glorious member on my waiting
belly. "Please!" I yelped, pleadingly. "You promised to
use a condom. You know damn well I'm a one shot certainty
for a bellyful at the moment. For god's sake give me a chance."
I whimpered. I'll be safe next week and you can leave it inside
 me as much as you want during our last few days."

"I hate using those things..." he was a bit angry, "..and I
thought you did too." But he paused, reached across to the
bedside table, and passed a little packet to me. "If you want
it used, you put in on." He commanded.

My fingers were trembling as I opened little envelope. "Help me."
I pleaded, and he guided my hands. I hated covering that
beautiful thing with latex but what else could I do.

Then he pushed me back as he lubricated the outside of
the sheath with the oil from my body, parted me with one
hand, and guided himself deftly with the other.

I felt myself opening wider and wider as his weapon took
over from his fingers. He moved himself just slightly
inside me, nudging back and forth, transferring my juices
to the sheath, easing, opening wider.

Then another gentle push. It was happening. My birth canal
was finally being penetrated by a male organ, and my body
was crying out an with an exultant"Yes! Yes! Yes!" . I
knew there was no turning back. That was the last thing
I wanted. All I could think about was getting that beautiful
thing fully into me.

Another push. He was halfway in. I looked down, watching
with erotic hunger as he went about his task. Backwards
a little,  in again, deeper this time. Then a succession
of quicker, more insistent thrusts. I could sense he was
losing control, impatient to bury himself to the hilt.

He layed down heavily on top of me then, closing his mouth
over mine, and with a calculated final movement, embedded
himself fully within me. Magic. Sensually painful magic.
I waited for the beautiful and repeated thrusting that I
knew was to follow. The riding that would take me, ultimately,
to another shattering climax.

Then nothing. He just lay there, pinning me. Still, silent,
and locked inside me. Why? Why? Then he withdrew, and my
senses plummeted with disappointment. "What had I done?"
I wondered desperately. I was almost crying with pent up
sexual tension.

He looked sombrely into my eyes as he said " You've got a
decision to make. I'm not going to make love to you for
your first time wearing this bloody thing." I was stunned.
We'd got this far and suddenly the bottom was dropping
out of my world. "If you want to go through with this,
take the condom off. Otherwise we can use the vibrator to
satisfy you."

"Don't do this to me." I whined, pleadingly. "I can't take
a chance at the moment."

"You don't have to take a chance." Was the calming response.
" I think you realise by now that I know what I'm doing."
"I'll pull out at the last minute." "You'll have a little
puddle of cum on your belly instead of inside it." "Trust me."

The bastard knew he had me cold, wanting him desperately,
almost in tears with frustration. My hands trembled as
I peeled the latex from his straining penis.

"For god's sake be careful." I begged as I lay back,
trying to convince myself, mesmerised  by the sight of
that beautiful weapon flexing menacingly as its control
muscles spasmed in anticipation. It looked almost lethal.
But far from taking life, it had the power to create it.

"Relax, enjoy, and leave everything to me."  He said softly.
Then, "Watch!" As he laid it flat on my belly, drawing
slowly backward, leaving a little trail of clear fluid
as the head moved towards its target.

He needn't have asked. I stared, transfixed with eroticism
as he guided it through my pubic tuft and over the edge,
revelling in the nerve rending sensations as it disappeared,
nudging my clitoris, coaxing the folds of my vagina apart
again. I felt him probing downward and inward, seeking
the point of entry,  this time raw flesh savouring raw
flesh. This was the real thing.

I was very wet. Penetration was precise, swift, painless,
and absolute bliss as I opened to accomodate him. I felt
his urgency, and knew there would be no waiting this time.

My first fucking began in earnest. He started to ride me
with long deliberate strokes, the rim of that magnificent
head rippling the walls of my vagina as it loosened me
more with each mind-bending thrust. My legs locked around
him,  I clawed at his back. The sensation was indescribeable.
I couldn't last. I was almost swooning as, screaming softly,
I came  for the second time that night with another
shattering wrench to my insides.

But there was to be no respite for me. He was lost in his
own world of passion, driven by the demands of his body.
Spurred on by the inbuilt urge that was the basis for
procreation. The natural instinct of the male to fertilise
the egg of the female.

 He fucked me beautifully, like the expert he was. His
penis performing like a piece precisely engineered and
well oiled machinery. Pistoning me relentlessly. Thrusting
deeply and quickly one minute, slowly and tantalisingly
the next. Then a change of stroke as he lifted himself,
driving angularly downward into me, deliberately frictioning
his shaft against my clitoris, making me gurgle in ecstacy.
Oh the magic of it.

Then a momentary pause. He withdrew, his shaft poised above
me, glistening with the juices of our coupling. He quickly
unwrapped my legs, rolled me face down, the pillow now under
my tummy, pushing my bum into the air, exposing  me totally
for renewed attack. Then he was into me again, the angle
perfect for deep penetration as he renewed the glorious
invasion of my body, heightening my ecstacy as lay along me,
riding beautifully, one hand wrapped around me teasing a
nipple, the other massaging my clitoris as he probed my insides.
My whole being shrieked with the joy of it. I came again in
a shattering series of explosions from within.

Then I was on my back again, my legs splayed, partially
spent from orgasm, but desperate to keep him inside me.

I wanted it to go on forever, but I sensed the end was near
as his movements became more urgent, his breathing becoming
laboured, his body tensing with approaching orgasm. My mind
came alive to the danger.

I started to push against him as I whispered urgently
"Be careful! Be Careful!"  He continued driving into me
relentlessly, unanswering, his tempo increasing.

"Please" I started to sob. He paused momentarily, opened
his legs outside mine then closed them firmly, forcing my
legs tightly together as his hands came up my back, clutching
my shoulders,  pulling downward, locking himself deeply
inside me, the head of his pulsating shaft hard against
my cervix.

Fear and panic took over. I knew what was happening. I
knew it was useless to fight anymore. He was out of control.
Driven by the need to implant his seed, unleash his sperm
to fulfill the role for which it was destined. He would
flood me with millions of little swimmers each with a singular
mission, to penetrate my womb, find the waiting ovum, then
attack it to start the cycle of life.

The thought reawakened my basic instincts, displacing my
terror with wild excitement and anticipation as I waited
to take that glorious first delivery of cum deep inside me.

He began his final strokes, shorter now and with clear
ntent, keeping his swelling head close to the neck of
my womb for the impending ejaculation. His whole body
tightened around me. I felt the muscular contractions begin
deep down within him as he began to pump, forcing the
semen from his sperm sacs, up through the beautiful shaft
embedded in my vagina, to erupt like molten lava  at the neck
of my womb, filling me, flooding me with torrents of hot,
life-giving cream, unleashing the millions of little tadpoles
on their mission of impregnation.

I felt a beautiful sensation of spreading warmth within me
as he spent himself.

Then it was over. I lay there beneath him in the dying
throes of his passion, my mind struggling to accept what
had happened to me as he continued to hold himself tightly
inside me, as if trying to cork his sperm within my womb.

As my sexual high subsided my fears returned. Terror took
over. I struggled to get out from under him. I needed to
try and wash the semen from inside me. "You left it in."
I accused, weeping quietly now. "Why?" Then, pushing him aside
as he withdrew limply from me, "Let me get to the bathroom, quickly!"

"I'm sorry." he said, stroking me, trying to calm me down.
"Everything will be OK. No need to panic."

"That's all very well for you to say." I answered tearfully.
"It's me that's probably going to have the bun in my oven".
"Please, let me clean up."

I turned on the shower, looking at myself in the full
length mirror. Jesus!  What a mess.  I was covered in
oily sweat,  my hair matted and damp. My mound was a
oggy mess, the pearly drops of sperm, evidence of his
intrusion into my body, clinging lewdly to my pubic hair,
trickling from the swollen lips of my vagina and down the
insides of my thighs. An erotically beautiful sight if it
wasn't for the dilemma I was in.

I scrubbed myself,  desperately soaping myself deep inside.
But I knew instinctively that it wouldn't save me. He joined
me as I towelled off. "Now, would you like me to make you
feel better?" he asked soothingly.

I looked at him, uncomprehending. "I've been saving a little
surprise for you. I didn't mention it before because I
wanted you to experience the total emotion of unprotected
fucking. Now we'll put your mind at ease." He said, holding
up a little white tablet in his fingers.

I'd stopped crying. I looked at him, puzzled. "Have you
heard of RU 462?" He asked. "The morning after pill. The
saviour of young girls who have been "juiced" at the
wrong moment." He continued to explain, as he saw my
spirits starting to pick up. "They're only just becoming
available in some parts of the world, and it just so
happens......" he grinned impishly.

"You sneaky bastard." I almost laughed at him as I
snatched it, looking for water. "You had me panicking
like a young, inexperienced idiot, enjoying yourself at
my expense." But my sheer relief was evident.

"Not now." He directed. "In the morning, the moment you
wake up. It prevents the fertilised egg from attaching to
the wall of your womb." "No more worries, no more
headaches." he added wryly.

I was overwhelmed with gratitude. I hugged him, kissed him,
ran my fingers through his hair. It had been a turbulent,
mind and body blowing introduction to womanhood.  He had
taken me through highs and lows that I had never before
experienced as he opened the doors to a sexual wonderland.

Chapter 7

Despite my exhaustion from the delights of last night,
I awoke early, siezed, I think, with the importance of
swallowing that little pill on my bedside table. The
answer to a freshly filled maiden's prayer.

Needless to say, in the ten beautiful days that followed,
we both fully exploited my new found confidence and
preoccupation with sex. He fucked me into oblivion. Nightime,
daytime, before meals, after meals, I was ridden remorselessly.

How I made up for my late start in the sexual stakes. My
thrills were punctuated occasionally with pangs of conscience
over Alan, but they were quickly pushed to the back of
my mind  as I anticipated the nexts thrusts of that magic
penis into my body. I felt like a cum sponge as I soaked
up and absorbed his juices. My vagina was filled regularly,
my mouth filled just as frequently, and my body splashed
and bathed with any leftovers. I had become a cock worshipper.

All too soon it was over. We berthed early on a Saturday
morning. Sven and I had said our farewells the night before
in the traditional way, fucking each other stupid. What else?
We knew we had to go our separate ways. We had used each other briefly
for sexual and emotional fulfillment. Now it was time to move
on. Him, probably to his next ocean going encounter. Me,
back to reality, and preparations for my wedding.

I still wanted Alan, and was looking forward to our reunion
in a month or so. I'd had my fun, been a bit naughty and
unfaithful, but rationalised that it was all part of growing
up and preparing for a lifetime partnership. And like Sven
had said, nobody need ever know.

I was in the  main lounge, waiting to disembark, when I
felt a strong hand grip my arm, just as it had some two
weeks ago. "Just wanted to say a last goodbye." He smiled.
"I've got a little present for you. I wanted to give you
something to remember me by." He said softly as he put a
little ribbon tied package in my hand. "But..." he restrained
me as I went to open it, " ...you've got to promise me you
won't open it for another week."

"Can't I open it now?" I pleaded " I want to know what
you've given me."

"Promise!" he insisted, "or I'll take it back."

"I promise." I said, and I knew I would keep my word. He
kissed me lightly then and walked away as I moved off with
the other passengers leaving the ship.

Mum and Dad were there to meet me. Needless to say I didn't
give them a true account of the holiday they had treated
me to. Hell! If they only knew what a present they'd given me.

Alan rang soon after I got home, and I felt good. I knew
I still desperately wanted him, and I could tell from the
sensual undertones of the conversation that he was as
horny as hell, wanting me just as much.

I knew I'd have to be a little careful how I handled the
situation on his return. After all, he was expecting to
perform a "grand opening." But I felt I'd learnt enough
over the last two weeks to make all the right moves.

It was a week later when my world came apart. I'd kept my
promise to Sven, and the day came to open my present.
I'd just woken, and plucked it eagerly from my bedside table.

My fingers trembled a little with fond memories as I
untied the ribbon and removed the wrapping. There was
a note, and another wrapped package.  The note said
"Thought you might need these about now to calm you down.
Take good care of our baby!!!"

I ripped open the package as, first puzzlement, then
fear swept over me. The label on the packet read "RELAXATABS".
Below in fine print were the words "Take one every four
hours to relieve anxiety and tension headaches. If symptoms
persist, see a doctor." The foil container inside the
packet had space for twelve little white tablets. Ten were missing.

My stomach churned. My thoughts raced. I started to panic
as I did some quick calculations and realised that my period
was already late.

What a fool I'd been. The smart little rich bitch who knew
it all had been been manipulated by a master. A handsome
bastard who sailed the seven seas, filling the bellies of
impressionable young tarts, leaving a trail of babies
round the world. It seemed I'd become his latest victim.
I guess I'd asked for it, and I'd well and truly got it.

I wiped away the sniffles and started to dress. "Time to
visit the chemist and find out the reality." I thought.
But I knew that Sven's seed had been very carefully and
deliberately sown during those heady days at sea. There
was a baby growing inside me. The test would be just a
formality.

Chapter 8

The next few weeks were very lonely. I had no one to turn to,
to discuss my problems with, and my attitudes wouldn't
let me even consider abortion. I could tell Alan the truth
when he arrived home on Saturday, or I could say nothing,
be a deceitful little bitch and put "Plan B" into effect,
hoping that my feminine wiles and acting skills would carry
me through. I decided on "Plan B".

I was at the airport to pick him up. I knew what I was
going to do, and I knew it had to be done quickly, but
with a bit of subtlety.

God it was good to have him back. We were all over each
other. Those first embraces made me feel warm and comfortable.
Right now I needed all the support I could get, and I knew
I'd get that from Alan...unless he found out the truth.

We went straight to his place for an intimate reunion. The
tender touching and stroking as I drove told me that I was
still Number One. He was just as hungry for me as I was for
him. "Probably more so." I thought smugly, as I remembered
the punishing satisfaction my body had received a few weeks ago.

 He crushed me to him the moment we were in the door, tongue
churning with mine as we let our feelings take charge. "
God I've missed you." He whispered. "I've wanted you so badly
since those last nights we spent together. I don't know how
I've stayed sane."

"You're home now, and we've got some catching up to do."
I cooed as my hand slid down to confirm his sexual interest.
He was like a rock, a panting and very randy rock. I knew I
 could make this work.

My touch inflamed him more. "Get inside!" he commanded,
whacking me on the bum and pushing me towrds the bedroom.
"I want to see and feel what I've been missing out on." I
grinned at him over my shoulder as I went only too willingly
to meet my "fate".

"I've been dreaming of doing this." He said menacingly,
spinning me round, grabbing the top of my dress and ripping
it from my body with one wrench. I stood there spellbound,
pulses racing, in just my panties and bra. " And now for these!"

Rip! My bra was torn off and flung across the room. A final
jerk and tearing sound, and my panties were on the floor
in shreds. I was naked.

His own gear came off nearly as quickly and in seconds our
flesh was touching all over as our bodies intertwined. I
was speechless with lust by now. I knew he was determined
to take me this time and it suited my agenda beautifully.
But I cautioned myself, in the heat of passion, "Easy girl.
He thinks you're still a virgin waiting for the wedding night."

"God how I've wanted you inside me so much while you've
been away." I whispered lovingly. "I've been a soggy mess
down there since you left ." I said leading his hand to
my vagina. He would never know just how true that statement
was. "I don't think I can wait much longer."

"Jesus! Don't tempt me, or I'll rip you open right now."
He warned, his voice shaking with desire.

"I want to be ripped open." I whispered huskily, slipping
my tongue into his ear. "God, how I want to be ripped open."
"But we couldn't have picked a worse time. I'm right in
the middle of my cycle at the moment, and that beautiful
babymaker of yours seems to have evil intentions." I sniggered,
stroking his penis lightly, running my fingers across the tip,
feeling the first traces of his 'goodies'." Remember! The
wedding is still a month away."

"Right now I don't give a fuck about the wedding," he grumbled,
sheepishly. "I just want in."

"Time for phase two." I thought, excitedly. "Much as I
hate the damn things, why don't we use a condom." I coaxed,
covering his chest with angel kisses. "It won't be the best.
But we'll both feel a lot better than we do at the moment."
" Besides, we'll still have the real thing to look forward
to on our wedding night." I rationalised.

"Don't want to spoil it for you." he answered, his voice
agitated and trembling with anticipation. "Would you really
do that for me?"

"Yes!" I whispered softly.

"Don't know if I've got one." he muttered, fumbling in his
bedside drawer. Then a quiet, "Thank god" as he turned back
to me, tearing open the little packet.

I waited patiently, demurely, stroking him, kissing him as
he prepared himself. Then we were intertwined again, passions
rising to fever pitch. My nipples sung as he suckled them,
my vagina wet and open with anticipation. His lips were all
over me, eyes, neck, breasts, belly as he made me ready to
accept him.

Then he was down at my ankles, running his tongue up the
insides of my legs, caressing my thighs, coaxing me open,
wider, wider. He was starting to tremble. I sensed entry
was only moments away.

He moved back by my side,  fingers tracing the folds of my
vagina, first lightly, then more insistently as he opened
the 'gates'. God how I loved foreplay. I writhed as his
fingers nuzzled my clitoris, then slid inside me, loosening
me, readying me for penetration. Then he was on top of me,
that magic weapon nudging my point of entry.

"Permission to come aboard?" he whispered light heartedly,
like a naval officer. I winced mentally, with fleeting recall,
as I answered coyly. "Permission granted."

I let him take charge, as an inexperienced young lady should,
closing my arms around him, mouth to his ear. "Do it!" I urged.
I felt his hand between us, guiding his penis, furrowing,
lubricating the sheath. Then the first gentle push and that
glorious throbbing head announced its entry to my body.

His hands moved under me, tightly clasping the cheeks of my
bottom. Another push, then another. I feigned a wince. He
pulled back apologetically. I'm trying to be gentle." he said
softly. " I know darling." I gasped, sounding appropriately
scared. "Keep going." I kept my vaginal muscles as tight as I
could as he renewed his attack.

A succession of short thrusts as he intruded more deeply,
another wince from me, then it was time for phase three.

"Wait!" I commanded, pushing at his chest. He was taken aback,
but withdrew, kneeling over me, looking at me questioningly.
"Alan, we're not going to spoil this moment for either of us.
Take that bloody thing off. We might make a baby, but to
hell with worrying about what others will think."

His mouth opened, speechless for a second, then... " You're
sure? You really mean it?" I nodded, smiling, pulling him
down for a kiss, then, goading him vampishly. "Now get
that thing off and fuck me like a girl should be fucked.
I want to be opened, filled with prick, ridden to exhaustion,
then shot full of cum. If those little swimmers of yours
find their target, so be it." I was breathless, and trembling
myself now as I set the stage for him to make that all
important deposit.

He looked into my eyes, then downward as he removed the
condom, exposing that beautiful shaft, as it flexed purposefully,
proud head swollen with lust, the first droplets of his
juices stranding down onto my belly.

Then the final act. He bathed his penis in the juices at my
entrance, then drove into me with purpose. Hot flesh into
hot flesh. Prick into cunt, the way it was meant to be. A
fury pent up emotion was unleashed as we rocked and rolled
against each other, grasping, clawing, fucking each other
mindlessly with unbridled lust. The build up to orgasm was
short, unrelenting and beautiful. I screamed as I soared into
ecstacy, exploding inside into glorious release, coming down
from that magic high just in time to feel his body in its
final throes of preparation for delivery. Then his final gasps,
as his shaft began spasming within me. Pumping the sperm
from his balls, up the delivery tube, to the tip, hammering
at the neck of my womb.

Suddenly that beautiful sensation of flooding warmth deep
inside as his cum spurted into me. Jet after jet pumping my
inner crevices full with his semen. I glowed, inside and out,
smiling smugly to myself, my lips pressed against ear as I
held him tightly and whispered, "That little explosion might
just make you a daddy." And it did.

Epilogue

The hospital room was a bit crowded as the proud grandparents
gathered to pay homage to the new arrival, which I was cuddling
proudly to my breast.

Alan and I had had a beautiful wedding, lots of beautiful sex
and, surprise, surprise, I'd gotten pregnant almost immediately.
Here was the first reproduction from my womb. I passed him to
Alan, sitting attentively at my bedside.

He displayed him proudly.  Dad and grandparents cooed and clucked
with traditional murmurings of love and affection.
Then Alan's Dad  made the comment of the day, softly stroking
our son's blond hair as he said proudly, "Another blue-eyed blond,
the spitting image his dad!"

I watched Alan glow, and as I smiled approvingly, my mind
faded back to those days at sea. "The spitting image." I
said quietly.

Ah well... that's life, I guess.


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