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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.

In the morning I awoke with the vibrator tight between my thighs, its tip still poking into me. The picture of the same old boyfriend I'd thought about the night before again came into my mind. It was strange because I hadn't thought about him in years.

I had the hots for him in high school. He was the second boy I ever had sex with. It was only the one time, but the memory sent shivers up and down my spine. I remember I just came and came and came. He turned out to be a real jerk, tho. He promised to wear a condom, but after it was all over I found out he'd pulled it off. If it hadn't been so close to my period, I'm sure he would have gotten me pregnant.

My thighs started to rub together at the memory, making the vibrator between them poke into my pussy. Suddenly I shuddered fiercely as I came, the waves washing over me again and again. When they finally ended, I decided that was enough of that, so I I put the vibrator away and went to shower.

I was edgy all day. That evening I tried working on my dress and I tried to watch TV but I ended up either pacing or staring at the phone waiting for Don to call. When it rang, I jumped to pick it up.

"Oh, Don," I sighed into the phone, "I really miss you. Please, can't you come home this weekend?"

"You're really losing it, aren't you?" Sandy's laugh came from the receiver.

"Oh," I whined.

"Well, if that's how you feel, I'll call my other best friend," she sniffed.

"No, Sandy, it's just that--"

"I know," she mocked, "'I really miss Don!' You know, girl, you really got to get out of that house. As wonderful as it might be, life isn't all just cleaning and sewing and Oprah. Why don't you go out with me tonight?"

"Where?" Actually, it sounded interesting. I guess I was getting a little stir-crazy.

"'Satisfaction'."

"Don and I tried to go there a couple weeks ago and there was a line around the block. We'll never get in."

"I can't, but we can if you wear something hot."

I met her outside the club. I decided to go with the tight white dress, the one Don likes so much. For good measure, I decided to go without the bra, a decision I began to regret when I got outside and into the chilly night air. I also started to wonder what possessed me to not wear panties. The argument that the panty lines would show didn't seem too smart when I saw my reflection in a shop window. Not only could I clearly see the outline of my aureoles around my hard nipples, but I thought I could even see a hint of my pubic hair. God, I just as well could have been naked! Well, Sandy said hot.

When Sandy saw me she said, "Wow. You look like you're dressed for big game hunting. There's no way we're going to wait in that line."

Sure enough, we were let right in. As cool as it was outside, it was sweltering inside. Sandy made a beeline to the bar, ordering Long Island Iced Teas for the two of us. I sipped at the drink and it tasted both warm and cool as it slid down my throat.

Sandy looked about. "My God, Kathy, every guy in the place is staring at you!" She leaned back on the bar stool and took a long pull at her drink. "This is going to work out great! You attract 'em and I'll take my pick."

I glanced out onto the dance floor. She was right. It did seem like all the guys were eyeing me hungrily, their gaze jumping quickly between my breasts and my tightly clenched thighs. I found myself growing warmer in a way that even the humid air in the room couldn't explain.

I don't think I'd ever seen so many good looking guys in one place before. My eyes fluttered from one to the next, lingering when I saw an especially hot-looking one, taking in the broad shoulders, the hard stomachs, the tight butts. A bead of perspiration slid down my neck and into my cleavage. My skin was glistening and I felt the material of my dress clinging to me from the dampness. It vaguely occurred to me that it was probably growing transparent from the moisture. I gulped at my drink.

Then I saw him. Our eyes locked and I couldn't look away. He was huge, perfectly built and drop-dead gorgeous. Dark brown hair, dark olive skin and perfectly symmetrical dark brown eyes that pierced into my very soul. And an immense bulge in his tight pants that grew alarmingly larger with each electric moment. Even through the material, I could tell it was much larger than Don's. My breath became short and I felt my heart beating wildly in my chest. Involuntarily, my back arched, making my heaving breasts thrust out and up, and my thighs began to part.

He began to walk over to me. My heart raced faster and breath came shorter. With each step he took, my legs spread wider apart. I felt my pussy churning with moisture. What was happening to me?

He stood over me, inhaling as if he was savoring my scent. He stared down into my cleavage, then moved his gaze down to the gold patch that now showed clearly through the filmy fabric. Then he saw the ring on my finger.

His eyes again took possession of mine. "Waiting for your husband?" His voice was deep and smooth and sent shivers down my spine.

"No," I said, my voice quavering, my eyes still held by his.

"Waiting for me, then. Come dance with me." When his hand took mine, it was as if an electric spark raced up my arm, making me shake. I slid off the bar stool and he put his arm around my shoulder. I leaned into him, pressing my body tightly against his as we moved to the crowded dance floor.

He turned me to face him and wrapped his great arms around me. Putting a hand on each of my buttocks, he crushed my body into his. My breast flattened against his massive chest and I felt the huge, bulky mass at his groin grinding against my abdomen. My arms slid up his back, my hands grabbed his shoulders and I pulled at him so his head pressed against mine and his hot breath inflamed my neck.

We didn't so much dance as we rutted at each other. His hands roamed up and down my bottom, rising to press his palm into the small of my back, making me arch backwards and grind my hips into the hard swelling at his groin, before moving back down to knead the quivering globes. Wetness flowed from my dripping pussy, running in streams down my legs.

As I felt the thin fabric of my dress start to ride up my rump, I realized that this had to stop. In the old days, there wouldn't be any hesitation at all. As aroused as I was, there would have no doubt we'd end up in bed. But that couldn't happen tonight. I was a married woman now and I was beginning to lose control. I had to stop this.

"I--I have to stop," I whispered into his chest. "I can't be doing this. I--I'm married."

"That's fine, darlin'," he said, clutching my butt tighter.

"N-no, really, I h-hohh!" The short dress had ridden up and I suddenly felt his hands cupping bare buttocks. His fingers slid into the crevice between and I began to moan as he massaged in little circles down toward the juncture of my legs.

"No--no, don't-- I can't--" I sighed. I tried to pull away from him, but my body refused to listen. Instead, I grabbed at his shoulders, pulling him even closer. As his insistent fingers moved lower, my legs parted wider, letting his fingertips probe between the moist, swollen lips of my pussy. He bent at the waist, leaning me backwards. His knees came between mine and his stroking fingers slipped deep between the folds. My hips began to rock back and forth, even as I moaned, "No-- no--"

Then his hands pulled away and he straightened. Thank god, I thought, even as I moaned in disappointment. Then he said, "Come with me." My body glued itself against his as he led me across the dance floor and through the bar. I think Sandy tried to tell me something, but he wouldn't stop. Then we were out on the street.

"N-No," I protested, "I can't. I don't--I have to--"

He pulled me into him and pressed his mouth against mine. Instinctively, my lips parted and his tongue was entwined with mine. At the same time his hand slid under my dress and he cupped my pussy, rubbing the ball of his hand into my clit as his middle finger slid deep into me. My mouth sucked at his tongue while my pussy sucked at his finger.

He suddenly let me go and I found myself draped across the front seat of a car. As he moved around to the driver's side I fought to gain control of my gasping body. What was I doing? How did I get here? I didn't have time to think about answers. He was immediately next to me and pulling me back into him. As he kissed me, I melted into his arms. Again he let me go and I fell back onto the seat. As he drove away, his hand sank between my legs. My hips rutted into his caressing fingers as I moaned over and over, "Please, no, don't, I can't do this, I can't."

We soon reached the destination and, kissing and stoking me, he took me to his apartment. I kept saying, "No, please, I can't, I'm married, don't do this, please, don't do this," but my body just went where he told it to go.

Once at his place, he guided me into the bedroom and began to pull my dress over my head. I lifted my arms to ease its removal as I moaned, "No, don't, please." He slipped it off and I was completely naked before him. "Oh, God," I cried as his hands cupped my breasts and his thumbs flicked at my thick, pointed nipples, "please stop, please don't, pl--Ohh!" He sucked one of the swollen tips between his lips and my arms went around his head, pulling his nursing mouth tighter to my heaving breast.

He urged me backwards and I fell across the bed. I looked up at him, pleading, "No, please, I can't do this." He just stared down at me, lust burning in his eyes, as he took off his shirt. The thick hair that covered his chest couldn't hide the firm muscles that rippled as he undid his belt. His pants fell to the floor and I gasped as his rigid cock sprang free.

"Oh, God!" I cried. I knew his cock was big, but I didn't expect it to be so incredibly huge! It was almost twice as big as Don's, bigger than any I'd ever bigger than anything I'd ever had inside me. As I stared at it in wonder and alarm, my knees rose off the bed and separated widely as if I was offering my pussy to him. He fixed his gaze at my dripping, parted pussy lips and began to move to the bed.

"No, please, I can't! Don't do this, please!" I cried as he got onto the bed and positioned himself between my legs. I stared down at the thick column of flesh pointed at my inviting, open pussy. His desire was already oozing out of the slit at its tip. I realized he wasn't going to wear a condom. I howled, "No! I'm not protected!" even as my hips rose off the mattress toward him. "Don't put it in me! Don't! No!"

His body fell forward. "No! N-Oh!" I felt his bare cockhead pressing against my bloated pussy lips. Then with a grunt, his hips sharply pounded down. I screamed in pain as the thick head jammed itself between the folds, forcing them apart. My back arched and my buttocks lifted off the bed as my body tried to take the immense knob.

He reared back and rammed himself back down, forcing his huge cock into my tight pussy. I howled in pain and pleasure as the thick rigid cock stabbed into my inflamed flesh, tearing and stretching my pussy, making it larger, making it take in its great size. My legs kicked themselves around him, my calves against his buttocks, pulling him down to me, trying to drive the brutish spike deeper into me.

It drilled in deeper and the fullness I felt within me was incredible! I didn't think he could get any more into me, but then I felt my pussy lips closing around his thick shaft and realized that he gotten only his bulbous cockhead inside me!

Suddenly my body shuddered in spasms as I came, the most violent orgasm I'd ever had. My hips rocked up and my leuid squirted out of me onto our thighs. He grunted as again he pounded down into my spasming pussy. My bottom rose off the bed to meet his thrust and the massive shaft buried itself deeper into me. My cries became inaudible as my breath was taken away by the unbelievable fullness crammed into my stretched and quivering pussy.

With my throat constricted in response to the pain, I screamed soundlessly each time he gored into me. My thrusting hips met each sharp piercing, making each fierce thrust drive his great cock deeper into my aching pussy. I lifted my head and stared down between us at the thick flesh that was penetrating deeper with each violent stab. I couldn't believe I was taking so much of him into me! And there was still more to go! My head snapped back against the mattress and I began to shudder madly as I came even more intensely that before.

With his next mighty thrust, I felt his pubic bone collide into mine and his balls pound against my bottom. He was finally completely inside me, but not for long. He pulled his complete length out of me and I gasped as I felt my pussy tightly contracting as his enormous cock receded. Then he jabbed back down. My buttocks instinctively rose to meet the violent thrust and my narrow pussy walls were again cruelly stretched open, taking him in to the hilt. I felt a sharp stab deep inside and I knew the head of his huge cock had hit the back of my pussy and was pressed against the opening to my womb. The pain just increased the waves of pleasure that continued to roar through me.

He quickly pulled back out and my bottom ground into the mattress as he withdrew, increasing the friction of his flesh stimulating my pulsing pussy walls. My throat finally opened and I gasped as I felt my insides being yanked o as he savagely speared back into me and my hips thrusted up to accept him. His massive staff cruelly split apart my pussy lips and tore through my narrow channel, pounding into my cervix, stretching me wider and deeper to accommodate his girth and length.

"God, No!" I shrieked as his cock began to thrust fiercely in and out of me, each sharp piercing enlarging my pussy to match his size. I felt myself opening, the pain growing less intense and his thrusting becoming more and more pleasurable. My hips found his rhythm and my pussy rutted up again and again into his pistoning cock, trying to get it as deep and tight into me as I could.

It went on forever. Over and over, he hammered his hips down and I returned each fierce thrust with one of my own. My cries of anguish became cries of passion as I spasmed again and again under him as wave after wave of pleasure flashed through me.

Then I felt his buttocks begin to tighten. "Oh, God!" I cried as I realized he was about to come. "No!" I howled, "Don't come in me! Don't come in me!"

He only grunted in reply and his savage thrusts became even more intense. He grabbed my legs and threw them over his shoulders, pulling my buttocks high off the bed. My pussy was vertical with my womb directly below it and he hammered his spike straight down, violently stabbing in deeper and deeper again and again.

"No!" I cried, "No!" He groaned loudly and I felt his thick cock swell up even bigger inside me. "Don't come in me! Please! Please!" His head snapped back and his back arched as he brutally jammed his immense cock down, driving it deep into me, the head pressed tight against the entrance to my womb.

"No!" I gasped as I felt the sharp jerk of his cock and the dull pressure of his cum jetting oneper into me, sucking it through my cervix and into my womb.

He growled in pleasure as my rippling pussy pulled and nursed at his spurting cock. I cried out in rapture at the power of the orgasm that ravaged my being. Each time his thick flesh grew in preparation for another blast, the tightening in my pussy drove me into another wave of orgasmic spasming, making it clamp down on the pumping flesh, drawing his surging sperm up to my fertile womb.

My hand reached down to cup his balls. His scrotum was still full, heavy with the potent seed that his rigid cock would plant in me. I rolled the thick balls in my palm, kneading and caressing the velvety skin.

As my enraptured body heedlessly drank in spurt after spurt of his virile semen, terror flooded my mind. The doctor said a little more than a week after I finish my period. It had been that long. It should be Don putting his seed into me, not a strange man whose name I didn't even know. This man was making me pregnant. How did I let this happen?

Maybe it was still too early, I reasoned. Maybe my egg wasn't close enough yet. Maybe all his sperm would die before it impregnated me. Maybe I could find an all-night drug store and get some spermicide. Maybe it wasn't too late. Maybe he won't make me pregnant.

The throbbing within me began to ebb as the last of his cum drained out of him into me. I shuddered as his tight fullness began to lessen and his cum seeped out of me, rolling slowly down into the crevice between my buttocks. He rested his full weight upon me, crushing me into the mattress. My legs tightened on his thighs and I wrapped my arms around him. I held his groaning body tightly against mine, my pussy still rutting gently into his still-enlarged cock.

"Oh, God," I so."

"No, please," I cried desperately, "I can't! You came in me, oh, God, you came in me and I'm not protected! I need to get to a drug store! You came in me, oh God, I can't get pregnant, oh, God, please, please, let me go, I have t--Oh!" He began to rotate his hips and his cock, semi-erect and buried in my twitching pussy, slipped up and down in my cum-soaked sheathe, the base of his slick shaft grinding against my clit. My insatiable body responded by intensifying my pussy's thrusts and clutching him tighter to my rocking breasts, my nipples grinding into the rough hair on his chest.

"P-please, no", I moaned, "just--just let me douche, oh, God! Please!"

He pressed his lips against my neck and sucked hard at my skin. His hands mauled my breasts, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "No," I groaned, "Don't! Stop!" The delicious heat of his mouth on my skin was electric and my nipples grew tighter against his palms. My back arched, pushing my body up into his brutal embrace.

I felt my pussy tightening as he again grew rigid inside me. His hips began to slowly thrust his great cock in and out. I cried out, "No! Wait! Put on a condom! Please, oh, God, please, don't come in me again!"

"Don't got any," he grunted. "Never use 'em."

"Please," I begged as my pussy rose up to meet his thrusts, "please don't come in me again! Please!"

"Fuck," he groaned, "you're good!" He slammed his cock deep into me and I shrieked as I came, my body shuddering against his invading spike. I felt my pussy again clenching and pulling at him. The spasms sucked into my womb the cum left in my pussy from his last ejaculation and made my body thirsty for more.

My beating hips drove my pussy up to him, matching him blow for blow. He increased his tempo, thrusting faster and deeper, heightening the orgasmic flames that licked at my insides. "Please, please," I cried again and again, "Oh, God, please don't come in me! Please! Please!" It only made him pound his immense shaft harder and deeper into my quaking, grasping pussy. My body drove up to take each deep stab. Our bodies met again and again, his flesh burying itself deep into mine as I cried out over and over in endless rapturous orgasm.

His grunting grew loud and sharp as his thrusts became even more intense. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up off the bed, stabbing himself down into my upturned pussy again and again, driving deeper and deeper each time, pounding harder and harder into my cervix as if trying to push right into my womb. Then his back began to tense and his buttocks grew tight as his body prepared to shoot his cum into me.

"No!" I screamed, "Pull out! Get it out!! Get it out, please!! Don't come in me again!! Please, not again!! Not again!! No!! No!!" I felt his cock grow tighter inside me as it swelled, getting ready to inseminate me again. "God, no!! God, no!!" He let out a long low groan as his back arched and he rammed his cock in deep, painfully ramming the tip hard into the bottom of my battered pussy.