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Archive name: bounty4.txt (MFF, preg)
Authors name: Sakka (sakka66@aol.com)
Story title : Bountyville - 4

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Bountyville - 4 (MFF, preg)
By Sakka (sakka66@aol.com)

***

Ardent feminist scholar Bella Ramble travels west to 
wreak havoc on famous polygamist Uriah Bounty. However, 
Bella finds the wives of Uriah surprisingly happy with 
their lives, and finds her cold demeanor slowly slipping 
away under their influence... (inspired by "The 
Patriarch" by Nick, and Homer Vargas)

A few days later, Uriah was gone again--off to share his 
"lovin'" with another group of wives--but he did leave a 
few small reminders behind, namely a brand new batch of 
babies in the bellies of Betty, Sarah, Ruth...and Bella.

In fact, it wasn't until weeks after Uriah had left 
again that Bella came down far enough from her recent 
emotional high to look at what had happened objectively. 
Uriah had married her formally, just as he'd said he 
would, and the other wives seemed positively overjoyed 
to have yet another sister in their company. In fact, 
nobody seemed happier at her decision to stay than Hera-
-who had rigged up the speakers in Bella's room, after 
all, and was glad to see the results of her handiwork. 

But it was, nevertheless, a humble and pensive Bella 
Bounty who sat in her upstairs room (now her room 
proper) a month later, staring both at her laptop's 
display screen, and the little "+" sign on her home 
pregnancy test. The screen was showing the uncompleted 
text of her last, unfinished diatribe against men--an 
exercise that now seemed quite pointless. In a sense, 
Bella still thought of herself as a feminist; it was 
just that her definition of what a "feminist" was had 
abruptly, and pleasantly, expanded.

"Sarah," she said, meeting her sister downstairs; "I 
think I'm going to have to go back east for a little 
bit."

"Oh my goodness; you're not leaving us, are you?"

"No, I've just got some unfinished business to attend 
to."

* * *

Ironically, Lydia Wilder had just finished screwing her 
husband-- letting him take her on the sun deck at the 
back of their house after some good-natured horseplay 
got carried away--when Bella Ramble called to let her 
know she was coming back.

"Well, that's wonderful!" Lydia said. "Will you be back 
in time for the next WHELP meeting?"

"I wouldn't miss it. See you soon."

The "WHELP" was the Women's Liberation Phalanx, a rather 
hard-nosed feminist study group that met every couple of 
weeks to go over research, bash men, and such. As it 
happened, the next meeting was due to be held at Lydia's 
house, so Eli Wilder--Lydia's husband--made a point of 
making himself scarce before the guests even started to 
arrive. For Lydia's part, she thought he was just being 
silly, but she had to admit that she herself was the 
least militant member of the group, and some of her 
MATES-mates could get pretty nasty.

Like Bella Ramble, for example.

Arriving before Bella did was an impressive array of 
feminist notables, including Talulah Battle (a big, but 
surprisingly easygoing, lesbian social worker), Gillie 
Goyle (a noted black author, most famous for nearly 
biting off her boyfriend's penis), Bella Stenkowitz (a 
lawyer famous for suing right-to-life groups), and 
Ofelia Damright (a biologist just back from Africa, 
where she'd been studying homosexuality in monkeys). 
Among them, Lydia was the only one who looked even 
vaguely feminine, although the other members had come to 
accept that as a harmless eccentricity.

"So where is Bella?" Gillie asked. "I understand she was 
castrating some polygamist."

"Oh, I'm sure she'll have his balls on a stick," Lydia 
said. "She said that she'd be along later." 

Thus the meeting got underway, and proceeded afterward 
to a round of drinks at the bar. That was a fairly new 
ritual--Bella was given to being a bit of a teetotaler--
but Talulah felt a good stiff swig of brandy was an 
excellent way of appropriating that most male of 
symbols: a drink with the boys. Of course, with Talulah 
it wasn't immediately obvious that she wasn't one of the 
boys, but they all joined in and soon were quite 
liquored up.  

Then the doorbell rang.

"There she ish now," Lydia said, stumbling toward the 
door. 

"Coming, Bella!"

The rest of the group moved to join Lydia--chatting 
amiably along the way--but a sudden hush fell over the 
lot of them when the door swung open. Dressed as she was 
in a simple cotton blouse and skirt, with an apron and 
sensible shoes, Bella Ramble wouldn't have made any 
stronger impression if she'd shown up naked.

"Bella?" Lydia asked, pausing to burp; "is that you?"

"Sure it is," Bella said, letting herself in. "I'm glad 
I could make it."

"So," Ofelia asked, "did you castrate that fellow--Uriah 
Bounty?" 

"No," Bella said, reaching into her apron pocket and 
pulling out a strap-on dildo, "but I do have a cock."

The women gasped.

"Maybe you should all sit down," Bella said, herding the 
women back into the den; "I've got a lot to tell you 
about my trip."

Murmuring now, the women nevertheless let themselves be 
guided back onto the couches where they'd been meeting 
earlier, while Bella remained standing. A little woozy 
now--from standing up and sitting down so suddenly--
Lydia nevertheless thought she caught a glimpse of a 
faint smile from Bella, which was most uncharacteristic 
of her. 

"Well, you know, girls," Bella started, after a moment, 
"I've been doing a lot of thinking, and it bothers me 
that our so-called feminism is so hateful toward men."

The women gasped.

"I don't know how that started," Bella continued; "I 
guess there are a lot of men who don't respect women, or 
treat them with common decency--but somewhere along the 
line, we've let our hate toward men blind us to what we 
are as women. As women, we are magical--we make life out 
of nothing, sugar and nucleotides--but we act as if our 
womb is our enemy.  

"But I reject that. You might as well know, I'm two 
months pregnant with the child of Uriah Bounty..."

The women gasped again.

"...and I also married him, while I was out there. I 
just came back here to give you girls a lesson in what 
it feels like to get your silly little pussies properly 
fucked for once."

Whereupon, Bella took the opportunity to lift up her 
apron and run one strap of the dildo between her legs; 
as it happened, Bella wasn't actually wearing a skirt--
but rather a pair of long, full culottes--so she was 
able to strap the dildo on without removing any of her 
own clothes at all.

"Who first...?" Bella mused. "Hmm. I think--Talulah!"

Talulah nearly leapt out of her skin, and actually 
backed up in a corner of the couch when Bella started 
advancing on her.

"What the hell is the matter with you? Are you crazy?"

"No," Bella said, reaching for the waistband of the big 
woman's jeans, and pulling them down around her knees, 
"I'm very lucid."

"Would you people stop her already?" Talulah said, 
looking around the room pleadingly. The other women 
could only stare in disbelief, though, as Bella bent 
down to rub and stroke Talulah's furry pussy. As Bella 
knew, Talulah wasn't nearly as tough on the inside as 
she liked to suggest with her look.

"Oh, you're all wet," Bella said, rolling the big woman 
over onto her knees; "you'll like this."

"No...!"

Before all her startled friends, however, Talulah felt 
Bella line the man-made penis up against her 
technically-virgin hole, and push it home with a single 
driving thrust.

"Oh, fuck--!!!"

"You like that?"

"Fuck...!!!"

"I know you do," Bella purred; "all right, let's do 
it...!"

If Talulah was inexperienced, it sure wasn't obvious 
from the sudden flow of lubricant gurgling down the 
backs of her thighs. Above and behind her now, Bella 
pumped her deep and fast, and it wasn't very long before 
Talulah conceded defeat.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming...! Please, Bella--ohhh...!"

Obligingly--after slamming in a few more thrusts--Bella 
finally did slow down, and pull out, after that. Bella 
was only just getting started with her demonstration, 
however, as Gillie learned a moment later. 

"What you think you're gonna do with that cock, girl?"

"I think I'm going to fuck you," Bella said, catching 
Gillie's hands even as she tried to resist, and climbing 
up on top of her. Gillie gave a valiant effort, trying 
to shake Bella off, but the very effort just pushed 
Gillie's dress farther and farther up toward her hips. 
Finally, Gillie's panties were exposed, and Bella 
slipped them aside with a single deft motion--taking the 
same opportunity to plunk her fat dildo right up 
Gillie's cunt.

"Oh, fuck...!"

"That's a good girl; now let's fuck..."

* * *

Upstairs, Eli Wilder had been trying to go over accounts 
receivable for his shipping business--trying to ignore 
the drunken party below--but it was soon pretty evident 
that the women had no intention of leaving anytime soon. 
What with all the shouting and crying, it was obvious 
they had completely forgotten he was even there.

It was, thus, a rather stunned Eli Wilder who wandered 
downstairs to find his own wife hunched over an ottoman 
with the eight-inch dildo of Bella Ramble sawing in and 
out of her cunt.

"Oh, hi Eli!" Lydia said. 

"What in the hell is going on?"

Before anyone could offer a coherent answer, though, 
both Ofelia and Bella had him by the arms.

"I need your cock," Bella said; "all this fucking is 
making me horny!"

"Well, I haven't had any cock in four years," Ofelia 
countered; "back off, bitch!"

"Hey girls," Bella said--even as she kept up the fucking 
of her old friend--"play nice. Why don't you both fuck 
him?"

Eli's eyes nearly popped right out of his head. But 
then, sure enough, both Ofelia and Bella reached for the 
waist of his trousers--one loosening his belt and the 
other dropping the fly-- to get at his cock. Backing up 
to the nearest wall--lest he fall over in a dead faint--
he then watched with disbelief as Ofelia and Bella took 
turns sucking at his quickly-stiff erection. They didn't 
seem to be very good at sharing, but between their lips 
and tongues they soon had Eli pressing up against the 
edge of an orgasm, and he startled both of them by 
squirting his sperm right across both of their faces.

"Now look what you did," Ofelia said, "you made him 
cum!"

"Well, I think I know what'll get him back up again," 
Bella said, rising up off her knees to doff her suit, 
blouse and skirt. Not one to be left out, Ofelia then 
joined in by taking off all her clothes, and was quietly 
pleased that her own breasts were just a bit bigger than 
Bella's.

"Have a suck on these, big boy," Ofelia offered.

Eli moved to accept, and soon was sampling what he never 
thought he would--not just extramarital sex, but 
extramarital sex with two arch-feminists! It wasn't in 
his nature to complain, though, and he was glad to see 
that Lydia looked downright approving; by-and-by, then, 
he guided the ladies onto the floor behind one of the 
couches, and paused just long enough to taste both their 
wet and fleshy pussies before moving up to sink his six-
inch spar into Bella's tight and creamy hole. He then 
proceeded to hammer Bella with manly authority for the 
better part of five minutes before he felt the first 
tell-tale tingle of his cum approaching, and he pulled 
out just in time to stay his building cum.

"Now for you," he said, moving over to Ofelia, and 
starting to fuck her as well.
Happily, the break seemed to cool his ardor just enough 
to let him really enjoy it, and he was gratified when 
Ofelia finally started to cum, pushing her hips back up 
against his. 

"Damn, you're good," Eli admitted, feeling her pussy 
suck at his cock; "you have protection?"

"Ungh--no!"

"That's too bad," Eli grunted, now feeling his cum 
starting to build again, but this time unable to hold 
it. Pushing in deep, he held himself close to the world-
famous scientist, crushed his nuts into the crack of her 
ass, and filled her clutching pussy with seven surging 
streams of sperm. If he was lucky, she wasn't fertile; 
but if he wasn't lucky, there were probably a whole lot 
of child-support payments in his future.

But Eli wasn't all that worried about knocking up Ofelia 
at the moment; instead, he kept on grinding her for 
several minutes, and thus entirely failed to notice that 
the rest of the women were now standing over himself, 
Ofelia and Bella.

"Say, Eli," Bella said, "I wonder if you could do us a 
favor."

"What's that?"

"I was thinking it might be nice if all the girls got 
fucked by a real man, at least once. Think you're up to 
it?"

Eli just collapsed atop Ofelia at that; six women in one 
night--? 

He wasn't at all sure he could handle that!

"Sure," he said. "Just give me a second here..."

* * *

As it happened, there were only five women Eli had to 
fuck to make Bella happy; since she was married--and 
happily, too--she counted herself out of the 
festivities. Lydia got some, though, as did Bella and 
Ofelia (again), and both Talulah and Gillie. Afterward, 
Eli was hard-pressed to know which one he enjoyed most--
Talulah was unbelievably tight, and Gillie was wild once 
she got started-- but every fuck ended the same way, 
with Eli bottoming out in his lover's pussy, and 
plastering her cunt with his sperm.  

"So, do any of you girls have protection?" he asked 
afterward, completely spent.

"Well, I do!" Lydia said, raising her hand.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered; "I've just popped my nut 
six times, in a room full of unprotected women?"

"It's all for the best," Bella said, reassuringly. 
"These girls need to learn the true meaning of 
liberation and womanhood. And if we're lucky, you'll 
knock a few of them up, too."

"So," Lydia asked, good-naturedly, "how is it Eli gets 
to have extramarital sex, but you don't?"

"Oh, I don't begrudge people their personal happiness," 
Bella replied. "It just wouldn't be right for me, so 
soon after Uriah opened my eyes to the truth.

"But it's late; I think I'll be going now."

* * *

Shortly after leaving the WHELP meeting, Bella met with 
her "boyfriend" Bernie to break up with him--and was a 
little disappointed at his reaction; he seemed more 
relieved than disappointed. Still, considering how nasty 
and mean she had been to him in the past, she could 
hardly blame him.

Bella was more gratified by the effect her shock-
treatment had upon the members of WHELP; within a week, 
Gillie had gotten back together with her old boyfriend, 
whom she politely offered to share with both Bella and 
Ofelia. Talulah, for her part, found she still preferred 
girls...but also found now that she didn't mind the 
occasional well-hung stud for a change-up.

As for Lydia, she could hardly fault her husband for 
participating in Bella's orgy; considering all the times 
he'd been chased upstairs by the WHELP meetings, it 
seemed only fair to let him get a little compensation. 
Besides, getting exposed to all that new pussy seemed to 
have added an inch to the length of his cock.

Yet Lydia was a preoccupied woman when Bella met her for 
the last time, in her own apartment. Bella had already 
had the movers pack up most of her belongings, so there 
were only a few crates left for the women to sit on as 
they formalized Bella's resignation from the university. 
Throughout their meeting, though, Bella could sense that 
something was troubling Lydia, and--after signing the 
appropriate forms--she finally asked Lydia what was 
bothering her.

"Bella," she said, "I think I'm pregnant."

"Well, that's wonderful," Bella said.

"Yes," Lydia agreed, "but I'm the only one at the 
meeting who had protection. How is it I got pregnant, 
and Talulah, Gillie, Bella and Ofelia didn't?"

"Well," Bella mused; "I would put it down to the will of 
God."

Lydia gave her friend a curious glance.

"You don't really believe in that stuff now, do you?"

"Well, I'm no angel," Bella replied, "but I do believe I 
have a new insight into feminism. Who knows--maybe I'll 
write a book about it."

"Yeah, that's just what I need; two professors from the 
same department who went loony and wrote novels about 
it."

"Well," Bella said, rising to stand, "for what it's 
worth, I think you'll probably have something more 
important to think about when your baby comes." 
Lydia chuckled, weakly.

"Well," Lydia admitted, "that was the hottest sex I've 
ever had-- especially getting it after all my friends 
did."

"Of course," Bella said. "God told me that was the right 
thing to do."

"You're kidding."

Bella just looked back at Lydia, nodding seriously.

"Of course I'm kidding. I've never had any visions from 
God. But I know what's right, and that's why I'm going 
back to Bountyville."

"Hm," Lydia mused; "do you think Eli and I could fit in 
there...?"

Bella just laughed.

"No, I think Eli'd be lost without his stock ticker."

"But I could be his senior wife," Lydia offered, "If he 
married someone else."

"That's true," Bella said, picking up her suitcases. 
"Well anyway, I think it's time I left."

Lydia nodded, following Bella out of her apartment and 
down to the street. She then hugged Bella one last time, 
before she stepped into her rental car.

"I forgot to ask you," Lydia said, as Bella started the 
engine, "is Uriah really as big as the novel says...?"

Bella just shook her head, starting to pull away.

"No," she called back a moment later; "bigger!"

"Well, then, why don't you take me with you!" Lydia 
called out.

But Bella just smiled, giving Lydia a friendly wave out 
the window; a moment later, she had driven around the 
corner and was gone.


THE END

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