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This is a work of fiction. The author neither endorses nor
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This story was inspired, in part, by an article in +Psychology Today+
outlining recent theories on the female orgasm.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
Reasons
or
"You're a real contradiction, ain't you?"
He was beginning to snort. He always snorts just before he
came.
I love to watch him come. His face always scrunches up and
he always clenches his teeth. Then when I feel his buttocks go
tight, his mouth goes slack and his eyes roll up. He always lets
out a long groan when he starts to beat frantically into me,
grunting with each sharp thrust. He becomes such an animal!
Just like always, when he was finished, he fell onto me,
gulping air. His heaving chest pressed onto my breasts and I
felt his heart pounding against mine. He began to gently nibble
at my ear and I shivered at his gasping breath on my neck and his
semen streaming from my pussy onto the mattress.
Every night, after we make love, I say a silent prayer of
thanks to God that He gave me Don. Especially after some of the
assholes I went out with before I met him. Don's so different
from any guy I've ever known. He's smart, he's funny and he
dotes on me constantly. He makes lots of money, but it wouldn't
matter to me if we had to live in a station wagon as long as we
were together.
He's such a gentle lover. He's so caring. Most of the guys
I've been with never liked to go down on me, but Don never
hesitates. He always makes sure I come even before he thinks
about his pleasure. Sometimes before he comes inside me, he
caresses me while I get off with the vibrator.
Sure, maybe I've had more intense orgasms with a couple of
other guys, but they were real jerks. Don may not be the most
handsome guy in the world, but I can't imagine loving anyone
anywhere near as much as I love him. Sometimes I love him so
much it hurts.
Don kissed my neck. "Well," he whispered into my ear, "when
do we stop practicing and really start making a baby?"
"Soon," I breathed, stroking his head. "I start my period
tomorrow. The doctor said that the best time is a little more
than a week after I finish, but we could do it earlier and your
seed should stay inside me for days, so it could happen anytime."
"I can't wait to make you pregnant," Don said as he nuzzled
into the hollow of my neck. "Aw," he sighed, as always, as his
soft cock slipped out of my pussy. His thick seed poured out of
me. He always came a lot.
"Neither can I." I caressed his back. "The doctor told me
that I'd be real fertile just coming off the pill, so by this
time next month I'll have your baby inside me."
"I love you,." he whispered, staring into my eyes.
"I love you, too," I replied. We kissed each other deeply.
My period, as usual, started on schedule. I know those few
days when I was menstruating bothered Don even though he never
complained. Even though he couldn't come inside me, it wasn't
like we didn't make love. Don loved to come in my throat almost
as much as he loved to fill my pussy. It was because he couldn't
make me come. I told him that I didn't care, but he still tried
extra hard to make me happy. He really is a gem.
The day after I started my period, he gave me the bad news.
"I have to go out of town."
I pulled back from our welcome-home hug and asked, "When?"
He looked at me with sad puppy dog eyes. "Tomorrow."
I cried, "Tomorrow? For how long?"
He looked as if he was going to cry. "Almost a month."
I was heartbroken. Don had told me his job might send him
to other sites for brief periods of time, but this was the first
time it had happened since we'd been married. This would be the
first time we would be separated.
"But the baby," I whimpered.
"Is going to have to wait. I'm so sorry, Kathy, but I'm the
only one in the entire company who can fix the problem. I did
tell you this could happen."
"Don," I suddenly realized, "can't you take me with you?"
"No, the company insists that wives don't come with their
husbands on business trips. Don't worry. When I found that out
I was on the phone with a couple of different headhunters. This
won't happen again." He was angry about it, that's for sure.
Then he said, "But there's nothing I can do about this. I've
got to go. I'm so sorry."
"I am, too." I hugged him tight. "I'm going to miss you
so."
That night I must have swallowed gallons of his semen. He
just came and came, but it didn't seem enough for him. Or for
me. He looked at me with a puzzled expression when I got up and
went into the bathroom. I came back with a towel and put it
under me, then I pulled him down onto me. When I reached down
and put his cockhead between my pussy lips, he said, "Are you
sure?"
In answer I pushed up my hips and his cock buried itself
into my pussy. I was really tight and sticky from my flow and
it really seemed to turn him on. It wasn't long before he
started snorting and coming.
When he was done draining himself into me and lay gasping at
my breast, he panted, "Do--do you think--"
"No," I sighed, "it's still much too early. And even if it
wasn't, the sperm would just spill out with my flow."
"Kathy, I--"
"I know," I soothed, "I'm disappointed, too. Next month.
Next month we'll make a baby. A beautiful golden-haired baby
with beautiful light blue eyes, just like ours."
"Just like ours," he sighed. "Next month."
"Next month for sure," I whispered. We fell asleep in each
other's arms.
I thought the first few days without Don would be the worst.
They were pretty bad. I busied myself with my housework and my
hobbies. I put up a new shelf in the bathroom. I started on
making a dress. And I spent a lot of time on the phone with my
best friend, Sandy, mostly complaining about how much I missed
Don.
During the couple of days, he called every night, but the
calls came later and later because he was so busy. On one call,
he fell asleep in the middle of a sentence. I yelled into the
phone to wake him up and told him that while I really missed
hearing him snore, I didn't want him to get sick from lack of
sleep. After that he didn't call much in the evenings.
The night were horrible. I got ready for bed, but it was so
lonely without Don. He loves to watch me change into my skimpy
nightgowns. But his eyes weren't staring at me when I slipped
out of my bra and let my firm breasts free. He loves how they're
so full but don't sag at all. He wasn't there when I pulled my
jeans down over my pelvis and let them drop to the floor. He
loves to caress my wide hips. But it was just the cold air I
felt on my bare skin, not his gentle hands.
That first night when I tried to go to sleep, I kept
reaching over to where he should be laying and I'd wake up with a
start when I discovered he wasn't there. I just couldn't get
used to sleeping alone in our big bed, so I just got up and went
into the living room. Eventually I fell asleep in the chair in
front of the TV.
I spent over a week sleeping in that chair. One night I
woke up and there was this really erotic movie on the TV. The
doctor told me that it wasn't uncommon for a woman to feel, as he
put it, "more responsive" just after she stopped taking the pill,
but I was caught unawares at the intensity of my horniness. I
stared at the screen getting hotter and hotter until I was
burning with desire and my fingers wandered into my lap to play
along the folds of my pussy lips.
I couldn't stand it. I got up and practically ran to the
the bedroom. I pushed the fabric and sewing supplies off the
bed, and pulled out the vibrator. I slid off my panties, spread
out on bed and poked the tip of the quivering plastic between my
legs. I rubbed it up and down against my clit, imagining it was
Don's tongue, and I felt the flutter of my orgasm beginning.
As the spark of pleasure ebbed, I slid the vibrator lower,
letting it slip between the folds of my pussy. I began to groan
as I slowly pushed the hard shaft into me. It was thicker than
Don's cock and I felt myself stretching to take in all in. I was
imagining Don grunting and thrusting above me, but then suddenly
the image of an old boyfriend flashed through my mind. An
explosive orgasm roared through me. Wave after wave of intense
rapture buffeted my senses. It seemed to go on forever. Finally
it waned and I immediately fell into a deep contented sleep. It
was the first decent night's sleep I'd had since Don left.
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He was beginning to snort. He always began to snort just
before his release.
As I felt Sand's flesh throbbing inside me, pushing his seed
up into my breeding place, I spread my legs wider apart and
pushed my bottom tighter against his groin, trying to take as
much of him into me as I could. His cries told me that he found
my movements pleasurable. As always, he planted a great deal of
seed. I felt it spilling out of me and dripping down my legs.
Finished, he let go of my hips and I dropped onto the ground
with my legs folded under me. Grunting, he rose and left, going
over to sleep with Moss. She was still mating with Rain. Sand
grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him out of her. Rain's
hips were still twitching as he hit the ground. He sat up,
looked around and, seeing me alone, crawled over behind my
upturned bottom and jabbed his flesh stick into my mating hole.
The other women say that Sand gives them more pleasure than
either Rain or Tree, but I've never noticed too much of a
difference. Rain's thrusts are quicker and shorter than Sand's,
and his shaft is smaller, but Tree is bigger than Sand, so I
don't know what the difference could be. Maybe is's just because
Sand is the strongest.
It didn't take long for Rain to start pumping his seed into
me. He squealed when he sprayed and his hips pounded
frantically. I felt his sticky fluid ran down my legs along with
Sand's. He let me go and fell next to me, pulling me tightly
against his body.
Most nights either Rain sleeps with me or I sleep alone. It
didn't used to be that way. Everyone thought I'd be the favorite
because of the way the men looked at me, even before I was old
enough. My hips were wide and my breasts began to grow sooner
than most of the others. Mostly, tho, it was because of my light
hair and eyes. They said then when I give birth, it would be
easier to tell which of the men's seed had quickened in me.
Sand took me as his own even before I began to flow. The
first time, I thought he was going to kill me. When he started
forcing his big flesh stick into my tight mating hole, I yelped
in pain and tried to pull away, but he just laughed and held my
hips tighter as he split me open with his spike. Afterward there
was blood everywhere and I just lay there crying while the other
women giggled.
After a while, of course, it stopped hurting and I grew to
endure and then enjoy it when Sand mounted me. I only mated with
Sand back then. He wanted to be sure that it was his seed that
quickened in my breeding place. Three and four times a night
he'd fill me with his discharge. We didn't expect my flow to
even begin until after I gave birth to his child.
But my flow did come. Even with all the seed he planted in
me, each moon brought the blood that drained out of my breeding
place, telling me I was still barren. At first they thought it
was just that I was still too young, but as moon after moon came
and went we decided I must be doing something wrong. Everyone
tried to help, offering all sorts of suggestions, but still my
flow came.
They told me that my problem was that my mating hole didn't
suck at my mate's skin staff the way that theirs did. They said
they didn't know how they did it, or even why it happened, but
when it did their bodies shook all over in ecstasy. Moss said
that sometimes when she was with Sand her mating hole would pull
so hard on him that she'd suck all of his seed up into her
breeding place and none of it would come out. That was why I
wasn't quickening. All the seed just ran out of me.
Sand started to mate with others before coming to me. Soon
he stopped coming to my bed altogether. Tree mated with me for a
while but he, too, tired of me when his seed failed to root.
Finally they let Rain mount me. Usually, he was only allowed to
mate with the women who had already quickened, but even he
decided he'd rather pump his seed into someone else. Sometimes,
like tonight, Sand or Tree would come to me after they were done
with their favorite, but most of the time they left me alone.
I knew why my mating hole didn't suck at Sand's seed, or
Tree's or Rain's, but I couldn't tell them why. Even before Sand
started mating with me, I knew, but I didn't know I knew.
It was just after my flow first began. Sand waelt the intense pleasure that the others did. They
told me not to worry, that when my breeding place was ready, the
feeling would just come.
I'd gone out to gather food. Heedless to the warnings from
the others, I'd wandered farther from home than I guess I should
have. The only warning I had was a faint rustling behind me. I
quickly turned and came face to face with him. He was alone. He
was obviously a wanderer and he was obviously intending to mount
me. His stiff flesh stick stuck out rigid and ready from his
groin.
The moment I saw him I knew. He was smaller than Tree and
didn't seem as strong as Sand, but for some reason I instantly
realized that if this one's seed quickened in me, my child would
be stronger and healthier than any of the others. This one
seemed quicker, faster, even smarter than the men at home.
Somehow he was able to survive on his own, and whatever it was
that kept him alive, I wanted my child to have it. A tingling
warmth spread from my breeding place through my entire body and I
felt my mating hole growing wet and open.
He grabbed my shoulders. I made no effort to resist. He
smiled as he pulled me down. I started to turn and offer my
bottom, but he held me facing him and I was suddenly on the
ground on my back. Leaning over me, he pried my legs apart with
his knee and put the tip of his seeding shaft between the fleshy
folds of my moist hole. As he pushed into me, my hips rose to
take him fully inside. I felt the walls of the passage flutter
as his thickness pushed against them, forcing them apart, driving
himself tightly into my narrow channel.
I thrilled at the feeling of him so deep inside me. He
wasn't any larger than Sand, but the strange mating position
seemed to let him penetrate deeper. As he began to quickuddenly I felt as if I had burst into flames. I cried out
at the intense pleasure and my body spasmed underneath him. I
felt my mating hole convulse and I heard him groan as my inflamed
flesh clutched and pulled at his hammering spike.
We cried out again and again in unison, grunting and
groaning with each delicious stab. Then his grunts became
bellows and his flesh stick grew thicker. With a mighty roar, he
jammed it deep into me and it jerked viciously as it pumped his
seed into me. My hole clamped sharply down on the throbbing
flesh, urging his seed to come racing out, sucking it deep into
my breeding place. It swelled up again and I felt my flesh
ripple along it's length. Again it pulsed inside me and again my
hole clutched and squeezed at him, drawing his release deep into
me. His rigid staff spat spurt after rich spurt of his seed and
my mating hole gulped at every drop, swallowing all of it,
filling my breeding place with the sweet syrup.
When he'd finished draining his seed sac into me, he fell
gasping onto my shuddering body, crushing me under him. He
rested there for a moment, catching his breath, his flesh still
hard and thick inside me. Then he rolled off of me and I sighed
as he stiff presence pulled out of my mating hole. He rose to
his feet and quickly ran off into the brush.
I lay there panting and shaking, my legs still spread wide
apart, trying to grasp what had just happened. My mating hole
began to ooze with the remains of his discharge and I pulled my
knees together to keep any more of it from escaping. I wanted to
be sure I lost none of his precious seed. I wanted to do
everything I could to make it quicken inside me. I wanted his
child to grow inside me.
I'd never felt this way when I mated with Sand. It was
nice, but I time with other, different
people. People with light hair, like mine. There was an image
of a man, not unlike the wanderer who I'd just mated with. And
suddenly I realized how Sand's head was too small for his body
and his arms and legs weren't the same size. He was ugly. Ugly!
And so was Tree and Rain. I didn't want my baby to look like
them. I wanted my baby to be stronger and smarter and quicker.
Like the wanderer. Like my old family.
That night, while Sand's flesh pumped inside me, his breath
quick and warm on my back, I imagined it was the wanderer filling
me and I shivered a bit. Sand enjoyed that little shiver,
grunting his pleasure as his seed ran in rivulets down my legs.
It was the last time he or any of the others felt me react to
their thrusting.
I kept my secret, believing that my flow had finally been
stayed, knowing that the wanderer's seed had rooted in me and I
would soon grow fat with his child. I was crushed when, a few
days later, it started after all. Sand wasn't happy about it,
either. Still, he didn't give up right away. Tree and Rain had
to wait a while longer before they had their turns with me.
Their turns came and went. The sweet memory of the wanderer
never faded. I knew that if I waited long enough he would
return. When I went to gather food, I'd travel further and
further from home and get back later and later. The others were
constantly scolding me for straying so far, but I didn't care. I
knew he was out there somewhere and I knew I would have his
child.
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