From: an545004@anon.penet.fi (Annette)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: AWAKENINGS <New story> 1/6  (M/F, romance,1st time, impreg.)
Date: Fri, 29 Mar 1996 11:58:49 +1100
Message-ID: <an545004-2903961158500001@pp41.powernet.nsw.gov.au>

About this story

³Awakenings² 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 ³Newsgroup Alt Sex stories² and has been
posted in parts.

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

Iıd be delighted to hear from you. More postings if comment is favourable. 

Regards...and hope you enjoy




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.

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Awakenings   (Part one)

copyright

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 truly³banged up².

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 Iıd cleverly (as I thought at
the time) held him at bay and reeled him in with the promise of a  ³grand
opening² 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 0ne

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 ³hands on² 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 girlfriendsı stories were true.

I had noticed him among the ³studs² because he was fair-haired, blue-eyed
and well built, apart from being damned good looking. (I donıt 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 ³warm fuzzies².

I was the centre of attention (after all, the party was for me), but I had
the smug feeling that it wasnıt just that the guys were being nice because
Iıd 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 wasnıt 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 ³hello², and ³nice to know you routine², 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 ³in
storage²too long. I had been getting some very strong signals from my
vital areas. Natural urges were demanding fulfillment, and I knew I
couldnıt keep them waiting much longer.

It wasnıt 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,
suggestiing a ³drive and coffee². I wasnıt stupid, but I  didnıt mind the
idea one little bit, so it wasnıt long before weıd 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 ³lay myself bare²,
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 ³private celebration of my home
coming² as he termed it, though I had no doubt that this was not the only
sort of ³coming² 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 ³deposit² just yet, much as I liked the idea
of experiencing the real thing.

Besides, I was completely unprotected. I hadnıt even contemplated going on
the pill. Iıd had the full sex education bit at college and had developed
some very funny feelings about the sex act and impregnation.  Maybe Iım 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.

³Let the game begin.² I thought, as he eased me gently into a clinch on
the ³mating couch². 

That first sensation of his tongue gently parting my lips and slipping
inside was so erotic. I didnıt 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.

³Cool it, Alan.² I urged. ³The night is young, weıve got lots of time, and
I was enjoying the dancing. Turn on some music!² 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 wasnıt really dancing, rather more pressing the
flesh all over, and it felt damned good. Round one to me.

He wasnıt 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 wasnıt 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 wasnıt 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 didnıt
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 ³Get ready! Iıll be in there soon². Hell this was good.
I had to make sure I didnıt ³lose it² 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. ³Mmmm!² 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.

³Alan! Weıve got to stop right now.² I pushed him gently. ³Weıre both as
randy as hell and I canıt keep you out much longer.² I lamented. ³Iım new
to all this. Iım unprotected and I just need a little help and
understanding before I throw discretion to the winds.² 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 wasnıt 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 ³Alan,
youıll get what you want. Remember I want you inside me just as much as
you want to be there, but Iıve got some funny ideas and youıd better hear
them Œcause you might not like Œem.²

I slid my hand slowly down the front of his pants and began to gently
massage the bulge that was saying ³I want in². His eyes were glazing over
but I think he was paying attention. ³My 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. Iım just not quite ready yet.²

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 ³still interested² frame of mind. I took his
hand and guided it along my inner thighs cupping it over the mound between
my legs. ³ I think you can feel whatıs been happening down here, and I
hope youıll be the one to perform the grand opening. Just be patient.²

³Iıll be patient², he complained. ³But not for too damned long. Iım going
to have you whatever it takes, and it wonıt be very long².  He was
sounding huskier as he talked. ³Iıll have you pleading for it before long.
And when I get into that body of yours Iıll 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 and³dry out² a bit as
he drove me home with the top down. ³Round two to me², 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 ³What next?² What delights lay ahead?² I
fondled my straining breasts and still hard nipples, ran my hands down to
my avenue of ecstacy, my gateway to fulfillment. ³How long before I
experienced the ultimate?² I wondered. ³How 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!²


ENDS  Part  one


Awakenings   (Part two)

copyright


Chapter 2

He was on the phone early next morning. A good sign. Iıd run the risk of
being cast off as a chastity freak, but it seemed Iıd 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 hadnıt 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. ³The
battle for entry was to be on in earnest tonight.² 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, ³Youıve been trying to get my
panties off for the last few nights. Now Iım going to give you a taste of
your own medicine.² 

³What a lame excuse for some penile exploration² I smirked unashamedly to
myself. But so what? I had to learn didnıt I? A girl has to know what
sheıs  going to get into......her!  ³Hands on experience was essential², 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.

³Lift up!² I ordered,  as I dragged his pants over that tight little bum.
³Time I was introduced to this sex-crazed friend of yours² I sniggered.
³We might find we have a common interest.²

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. ³This was the power of woman
over man.²I 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 ³getting to know the parents² thing didnıt 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 wasnıt 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 dadıs 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
³off² about the idea, but accepted reluctantly after extracting promises
of ³faithfullness² and all that sort of stuff.

I made the point that the ³being true² bit cut both ways. ³How do I know
this rampaging little girl-pleaser wont be sliding between the legs of
some randy Asian tart?² I questioned as I stroked the front of his pants
teasingly under the restaurant tablecloth. I donıt think he was too
impressed with the ³little² 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. ³Just keep
that weapon, and the goodies it can deliver, all for me.² I smirked.

 This was our last night together. We were dining in style and I had plans
to make this a night he wouldnıt 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 ³Letıs get back to your place. Weıve got
some private farewelling to do.² 

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. ³Was I a virgin with the makings of a wanton slut?² 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, ³just for the
time being.² 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.

 ³Tonightıs got to be the night.² He groaned in my ear as he came up for
air in the midst of some intense tounge-probing mouthwork. ³ I want you on
that bed, naked,  with your legs spread and body wide open to me.² He
pleaded desperately. ³I want to split you open, be inside you, do what
this thing is supposed to do, flood you with sperm.²

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. 

³Al, youıre going away in a few hours, and youıll be away for a couple of
months. As much as I want to, I canıt become pregnant to you now. Canıt we
wait until you get back to see if you still want me.²  I crooned. ³ 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 thatıs what you still
want.²

³What do you mean IF?² He said, a bit angrily. ³You belong to me now. That
body is mine, and this is mine to open and fill as I see fit.² 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!!

³We canıt, Alan!² I pleaded, as I felt myself going to pieces. ³Just be
patient a little longer. Now lie back.² I commanded, as I began to stroke
him quickly.

³My turn tonight.² he said firmly as he stayed my hand. ³ The grand
opening can wait until I get back. Iıve accepted that. But weıre getting
married, then itıs flesh into flesh, no holds barred, until I get you well
and truly pregnant,² he said sexily. ³Right now youıre about to experience
a bit of your own medicine.² 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, ³Now whoıs in charge?² 
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. ³ You shouldnıt let
this thing push you into promises of marriage just to get its way with
me², I chided as I stroked him playfully. ³Youıre forgiven...² I cooed,
³...and youıre off the hook².

³You heard what I said.² he responded firmly. ³I meant every word of it.
From now on you belong to me. Set a date and letıs get on with it as soon
as I get home.² I was stunned. I couldnıt believe it. This may have been
what I was aiming for, but, in my wildest dreams, I didnıt expect to pull
it off so quickly. I hugged him, kissing him tenderly as I whispered ³You
can still change your mind and Iıll understand.²

³No more talk², he said authoritively. ³The decision is made. Set it up
and letıs do it.² and then the big deflater. ³Now, Iıve got a plane to
catch. Iıve got to get going².

³Not yet, youıre not² I pouted. ³Not until Iıve finished with you. Youıre
going be a little late for check-in.² I said with tender authority as I
pushed him onto the bed. ³Relax and enjoy.² 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 wasnıt going anywhere until Iıd 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.

³Letıs make  this deliver its going away message.² I giggled in his ear as
he began to writhe with ecstacy. ³Besides, I want another look at what Iım
going to have bursting inside me in a couple of months,² 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 wasnıt 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 didnıt
care. 

I was mesmerised as the first pearly blast shot onto my cheek, then
another, and another. I couldnıt 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.  



END Part two
Awakenings   (Part three)

copyright



 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 Alanıs
departure. My ³oldies² had been all for the marriage bit, and Iıd 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, ³apart from a male companion to share the bed with.² 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 didnıt include romance. But that didnıt mean I couldnıt enjoy 
looking. Speculating privately who was getting into whom. Fantasising
about what Iıd be having between my legs if my bloke was here with me. ³Ah
well², I thought. ³My turn was coming.² 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 canıt say I blamed them. Males were in a shortage, and this
one was ³doozy²to 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. Iıd come to enjoy the love game, and
watching wasnıt nearly as much fun as participating. We locked eyes
briefly and I thought I detected a ³plea for help² before I turned away
feigning disinterest. It should have ended there if Iıd been smart, but it
didnıt.

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 ³Please, just
play along. Iıll explain later.² Then he released me and broke away.

³God itıs good to see you again. How have you been?² He asked, and then,
for the benefit of the two trailing females, ³This is a good friend of
mine from way back. Say hello to Annette². Heıd missed by a mile, but I
knew what he was up to and didnıt mind helping him shed his admiring
entourage.

³Hi!² I responded sweepingly, and then to him, ³I wondered when youıd find
time to say hello.² ³I can see youıre busy at the moment.² I grinned. ³Buy
me a coffee and letıs do some catching up when you can spare the time.² I
ended, starting to walk away. ³Right now!² He came back, excusing himself
from his disappointed admirers.

³Thanks! I owe you.² He said, as he steered me away. ³It gets a bit tricky
at times.²
³I can imagine.² I smirked back knowingly.²Tough life.²

³Iıd be happy to buy you that coffee right now.² he went on. ³But Iım on
watch in fifteen minutes.  Iıll have to take a rain check.² 

³Iıll live.² 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 wasnıt 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 hadnıt come back and I was feeling a bit peeved, and deprived.
Iıd enjoyed the first nightıs socialising, but had skillfully side stepped
the panty hunters like an engaged girl should. I wasnıt wearing a ring but
I was trying to do the right thing. 

I thought back to my last night with Alan. That didnıt help. It Just got
my juices flowing and reawakened the fires down below. ³Why should I be
missing out?² I thought to myself. ³ My bloody stud fiancee is probably
planting his seed in anything he can lay his penis into.² I thought
darkly, as I slipped my fingers into a rapidly moistening vagina, looking
for blessed release. ³Damn!² 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. 

Elaineıs return cooled my ardour,but it didnıt 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. ³Time for that coffee.² He said, as he steered me away. ³You
can come up to the Bridge, see where I 
work and join some of us for a cuppa.² 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.

³Bring coffee and the trimmings to my cabin would you please.² He
commanded. I was trapped. I was a big girl now. I couldnıt make a fuss and
I didnıt know how to say ³no² after going this far. ³After all,² I
rationalised, ³he was only inviting me in for coffee.²

But Iıd 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 couldnıt think. I felt wild
excitement rising within me. I knew I should be breaking loose and getting
out fast, but I didnıt. 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. ³Beautiful!² 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. Iıd lost all control ³This is going
to be it.² 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 ³Coffee sir!²  

There was a flurry as I struggled to get up, and a muffled ³Damn!² from
him as he called out, ³Just a minute!² I was desperately trying to get my
panties back into place and my dress back on and zipped as I thought to
myself ³Saved!² But I knew it wasnıt 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 stewardıs mind. 
³ Hereıs another randy little tart who is about to be thoroughly
creamed.²  I hoped he wasnıt right. I was fighting a losing battle to hang
on to my virginity, but I was also coming very much ³into season². If my
calculations were right (my periods were like clockwork) there would be a
waiting ³target² for any little tadpoles that were turned loose inside me.

The trouble was that he was so bloody dominant and confident I just didnıt
know how to handle the situation. But it wasnıt 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
didnıt even ask how I liked it. It was as if he knew that Iıd drink and do
what I was told.

I blurted out a very predicatable and shaky ³ I think Iıd better be going
when I finish this.² But he just dismissed the issue casually but with
absolute certainty. ³Stop acting like a little girl and behave like the
woman you are.² he commanded. ³If only he knew.² I thought.     

³You know very well that youıre going to stay, and that weıre going to
make love. Accept it and letıs ejoy each other to the fullest for the rest
of the voyage².

³Sven!² I pleaded lamely (he was Nowergian and, what else, blue-eyed with
fair hair), ³You know damned well Iım tempted, but you might as well know
Iım engaged, and getting married in a couple of months.²

³So?² He raised his eyebrows.

³As much as I like the idea, I canıt just jump into the sack with you and
throw my legs open. I owe some sort of loyalty to my future husband.²  I
said, trying to sound convincing. 

³Donıt be so bloody stupid and naive.² He snapped. ³Men are planting their
seed in  women all around the bloody world at this very instant. Thatıs
life.  Thatıs what creates life. Itıs what weıre here for.² 

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,
³Weıre 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 on².

³Listen to me.² I tried to sound strong but it came out more like a
whimper. ³Iım not the bloody woman you seem to think I am. Iım a useless
bloody virgin thatıs out of her depth. Iım totally unprotected, no pills,
no diaphragm, at this time highly damned fertile, and with a body
screaming for fulfillment. Thatıs why Iım acting like a little girl.² I
stammered.

³So much the better² he soothed. ³Youıve got lots of learning to do, and
Iım a good teacher. Now letıs see if we canıt put your fears to rest.² He
pulled me closer, stroking me, looking straight into my  eyes. ³Firstly,
you can get up, walk out the door and nothing more need be said.² Then,
reading my declining spirits, ³Or, you can stay, trust me to take care of
you, and we can enjoy each other to the fullest for the next two weeks.
Itıs up to you.²

I flushed, dropped my eyes.³Bastard!² 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, ³Now! Do we understand each other.² 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. ³You know very
well that Iım going to fuck you.² he said conversationally.  Christ, the
effect that word had on me. Iıd heard the ³F² 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 directly, ³But
not tonight.²  I was trembling. ³Tonight we play. Tomorrow we make love
for real. As much as I hate the bloody things, Iıll buy some condoms in
port tomorrow, then weıll open up that precious little passageway of yours
and teach it what lifeıs all about.²  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. ³Tonight youıll
have a taste of whatıs to come.² 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. ³By tomorrow night youıll 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.² 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.

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Awakenings   (Part four)

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 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 didnıt 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 ³Youıre a very talented
young lady. I trust you enjoyed you first experience .² he grinned, and
seeing my smile ³We call that, in the trade, a cum cocktail.² He knew just
how to keep me on fire. ³Now we need to get you ready for tomorrow
evening. We donıt want it to be too painful,do we? Lie back and relax.² 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 with 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. 

³Just be patient², 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
didnıt 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 ³We
want  that little cunny loosened up and ready for its first real visitor,
donıt we?²

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.

³ Iıve got to get dressed and go on watch.² He declared as he coaxed me
upright. ³Come! I need a shower mate.²  

³What next?² I thought, but it was a nice finale. We soaped each other,
rubbed together, explored  each otherıs 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. ³Thatıs yours until the end of the trip.² He said as he held my
eyes. ³If you change your mind and decide not to join me tomorrow night,
put the key in an envelope, slide it under the door, and weıll call it
quits with no regrets.²

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. ³Oops², 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. ³Jesus²!, I thought. ³This bloody ship is a
floating stud farm. Everyone seems hell bent on fucking themselves into
oblivion.² ³ Or was I just waking up to the real world?² 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. ³Eat your heart out,² I mused impishly. ³ If
anyone is going to be ridden by this stallion, Iıve got first call.²

We had a nice day ashore. Uneventful, but nice. His brief visit to a
chemist shop didnıt escape my notice. I had a pretty fair idea what he was
buying.

He left me as we arrived back on board. ³ Iıll be off watch at midnight.
Iıll go straight to my cabin. I hope youıll be there waiting for me.² 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. ³Time to make my move, ²  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 ³ Loved every
minute. Please understand.² 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.
³God Iım glad your here.²  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 ³little girl² thing again, trying to explain that I
wanted to play a little, but with limitations. Who was I trying to kid.
³Weıve been through all that.² He said, with feigned sterness. ³Any more
of that stupid talk and Iıll smack your bum.² he threatened.

³You wouldnıt dare.² 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.
³Ow!² I yelled. ³Let me up.² But he wasnıt having any. ³Are you ready to
do as your told?² he demanded. ³No bloody way.² I yelled with mock anger.

³I see.²  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 heıd picked just the right spot. ³Are you
going to behave?² He questioned. I knew I was totally exposed, and that he
was enjoying the view as his hand hovered, poised for another whack. ³I
donıt know.²  I muttered, sounding as though I was backing down. I was of
course, but I  was enjoying the game.

³You think it out.² he directed. ³Meantime, I like my ladies undressed for
cocktails.² 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. ³Now what have you got to
say?² he grinned.

³Fuck you!² I spat at him with a snigger. ³Think again,² he said softly
pulling me into his arms, sliding his hands down my back, clasping my bum.
³ Very soon it will be me fucking you.² 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.

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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, ³probably for the damned condom²,
I thought to myself, hating the necessity. ³Close your eyes.² 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.

³How bloody appropriate.² 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 didnıt need
much coaxing) then a trickle of oil and his fingers began the final
lubrication. I couldnıt 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
³Itıs time!²

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. ³Now we have that delightful little cunt
ready for maximum penetration.² He crooned sexily, as he kneeled between
my legs, resting his glorious member on my waiting belly. ³Please!² I
yelped, pleadingly. ³You promised to use a condom. You know damn well Iım
a one shot certainty for a bellyful at the moment. For godıs sake give me
a chance.² I whimpered. Iıll be safe next week and you can leave it inside
me as much as you want during our last few days.²

³I hate using those things...² he was a bit angry, ³..and I thought you
did too.² But he paused, reached across to the bedside table, and passed a
little packet to me. ³If you want it used, you put in on.² He commanded.

My fingers were trembling as I opened little envelope. ³Help me.² 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
exultant³Yes! Yes! Yes!² . 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. ³What had I done?² I wondered desperately. I was almost
crying with pent up sexual tension.

He looked sombrely into my eyes as he said ³ Youıve got a decision to
make. Iım not going to make love to you for your first time wearing this
bloody thing.² I was stunned. Weıd got this far and suddenly the bottom
was dropping out of my world. ³If you want to go through with this, take
the condom off. Otherwise we can use the vibrator to satisfy you.² 

³Donıt do this to me.² I whined, pleadingly. ³I canıt take a chance at the
moment.²

³You donıt have to take a chance.² Was the calming response. ³ I think you
realise by now that I know what Iım doing.² ³Iıll pull out at the last
minute.² ³Youıll have a little puddle of cum on your belly instead of
inside it.² ³Trust me.²

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. 

³For godıs sake be careful.² 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.

³Relax, enjoy, and leave everything to me.²  He said softly. Then,
³Watch!² 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 neednıt 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 couldnıt 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 ³Be careful! Be
Careful!²  He continued driving into me relentlessly, unanswering, his
tempo increasing.

³Please² 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 intent, 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. ³You left it in.² I accused, weeping quietly now. ³Why?²
Then, pushing him aside as he withdrew limply from me, ³Let me get to the
bathroom, quickly!²

³Iım sorry.² he said, stroking me, trying to calm me down. ³Everything
will be OK. No need to panic.²

³Thatıs all very well for you to say.² I answered tearfully. ³Itıs me
thatıs probably going to have the bun in my oven². ³ Please, let me clean
up.²

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 soggy 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 wasnıt for the dilemma I was in. 

I scrubbed myself,  desperately soaping myself deep inside. But I knew
instinctively that it wouldnıt save me. He joined me as I towelled off.
³Now, would you like me to make you feel better?² he asked soothingly.

I looked at him, uncomprehending. ³Iıve been saving a little surprise for
you. I didnıt mention it before because I wanted you to experience the
total emotion of unprotected fucking. Now weıll put your mind at ease.² He
said, holding up a little white tablet in his fingers.

Iıd stopped crying. I looked at him, puzzled. ³Have you heard of RU 462?²
He asked. ³The morning after pill. The saviour of young girls who have
been ³juiced² at the wrong moment.² He continued to explain, as he saw my
spirits starting to pick up. ³Theyıre only just becoming available in some
parts of the world, and it just so happens......² he grinned impishly.

³You sneaky bastard.² I almost laughed at him as I snatched it, looking
for water. ³You had me panicking like a young, inexperienced idiot,
enjoying yourself at my expense.² But my sheer relief was evident.

³Not now.² He directed. ³In the morning, the moment you wake up. It
prevents the fertilised egg from attaching to the wall of your womb.² ³No
more worries, no more headaches.² 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.

END Part five

Awakenings   (Part six)

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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 maidenıs 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. Iıd 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. ³Just wanted to say a last
goodbye.² He smiled. ³ Iıve got a little present for you. I wanted to give
you something to remember me by.² He said softly as he put a little ribbon
tied package in my hand. ³But...² he restrained me as I went to open it, ³
...youıve got to promise me you wonıt open it for another week.²

³Canıt I open it now?² I pleaded ³ I want to know what youıve given me.²

³Promise!² he insisted, ³or Iıll take it back.²  

³I promise.² 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 didnıt give them a
true account of the holiday they had treated me to. Hell! If they only
knew what a present theyıd 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 Iıd have to be a little careful how I handled the situation on his
return. After all, he was expecting to perform a ³grand opening.² But I
felt Iıd learnt enough over the last two weeks to make all the right
moves.

It was a week later when my world came apart. Iıd kept my promise to Sven,
and the day came to open my present. Iıd 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 ³Thought you might need these about now to calm you down. Take
good care of our baby!!!²

I ripped open the package as, first puzzlement, then fear swept over me.
The label on the packet read ³RELAXATABS². Below in fine print were the
words ³Take one every four hours to relieve anxiety and tension headaches.
If symptoms persist, see a doctor.² 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 Iıd 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 around the world. It seemed Iıd become his latest victim. I
guess Iıd asked for it, and Iıd well and truly got it. 

I wiped away the sniffles and started to dress. ³Time to visit the chemist
and find out the reality.² I thought. But I knew that Svenıs 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 wouldnıt 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 ³Plan B² into effect, 
hoping that my feminine wiles and acting skills would carry me through. I
decided on ³Plan B².

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 Iıd 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. ³Probably more so.² 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. ³ God Iıve missed you.² He
whispered. ³Iıve wanted you so badly since those last nights we spent
together. I donıt know how Iıve stayed sane.²

³Youıre home now, and weıve got some catching up to do.² 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. ³Get inside!² he commanded, whacking me on the
bum and pushing me towrds the bedroom. ³I want to see and feel what Iıve
been missing out on.² I grinned at him over my shoulder as I went only too
willingly to meet my ³fate².

³Iıve been dreaming of doing this.² 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. ³ And
now for these!²

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, ³Easy girl.
He thinks youıre still a virgin waiting for the wedding night.²

³God how Iıve wanted you inside me so much while youıve been away.² I
whispered lovingly. ³Iıve been a soggy mess down there since you left .² I
said leading his hand to my vagina. He would never know just how true that
statement was. ³I donıt think I can wait much longer.²

³Jesus! Donıt tempt me, or Iıll rip you open right now.² He warned, his
voice shaking with desire. 

³ I want to be ripped open.² I whispered huskily, slipping my tongue into
his ear. ³God, how I want to be ripped open. ² ³But we couldnıt have
picked a worse time. Iım right in the middle of my cycle at the moment,
and that beautiful babymaker of yours seems to have evil intentions.² I
sniggered, stroking his penis lightly, running my fingers across the tip,
feeling the first traces of his Œgoodiesı. ³ Remember! The wedding is
still a month away.²

³Right now I donıt give a fuck about the wedding,² he grumbled,
sheepishly. ³I just want in.²

³Time for phase two.² I thought, excitedly. ³ Much as I hate the damn
things, why donıt we use a condom.² I coaxed, covering his chest with
angel kisses. ³It wonıt be the best. But weıll both feel a lot better than
we do at the moment.² ³ Besides, weıll still have the real thing to look
forward to on our wedding night.² I rationalised.

³Donıt want to spoil it for you.² he answered, his voice agitated and
trembling with anticipation. ³Would you really do that for me?²

³Yes!² I whispered softly. 

³Donıt know if Iıve got one.² he muttered, fumbling in his bedside drawer.
Then a quiet,³Thank god² 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 Œgatesı. 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.

³Permission to come aboard?² he whispered light heartedly, like a naval
officer. I winced mentally, with fleeting recall, as I answered coyly.
³Permission granted.²

I let him take charge, as an inexperienced young lady should, closing my
arms around him, mouth to his ear. ³Do it!² 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. Iım trying to be gentle.² he said softly. ³ I know
darling.² I gasped, sounding appropriately scared. ³Keep going.² 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.

³Wait!² I commanded, pushing at his chest. He was taken aback, but
withdrew, kneeling over me, looking at me questioningly. ³Alan, weıre 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.²

His mouth opened, speechless for a second, then... ³ Youıre sure? You
really mean it?² I nodded, smiling, pulling him down for a kiss, then,
goading him vampishly. ³Now 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.² 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, ³That little explosion
might just make you a daddy.² 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, Iıd 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 Alanıs Dad  made the
comment of the day, softly stroking  our sonıs blond hair as he said
proudly, ³Another blue-eyed blond, the spitting image of his dad!² 

I watched Alan glow, and as I smiled approvingly, my mind faded back to
those days at sea. ³The spitting image.² I said quietly. 

Ah well... thatıs life, I guess.


End