"Reasons" pt.2 (MF, impreg, semi-nc)


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.

Then came the violent wrench of his cock and the subtle impact of his cum
spurting into me.

"No!!"  I shrieked even as I erupted in violent orgasm. My pussy clamped down
hard on his contracting cock, pulling the thick cream swiftly through my cervix
into my unprotected womb. My spasming channel released the great mass just as it
again expanded, only to squeeze even tighter upon it as it pumped another rich
gush of his virile sperm into me.

My pussy sucked greedily at his gushing flesh, eagerly swallowing spurt after
spurt, indifferent to the consequences. I passionately welcomed each sweet,
savage spurt, digging my heels into his buttocks to force his massive prick
deeper and tighter into me.  I urgently milked his cock, pulling sharply at it
again and again, drawing every drop of his seed into my insatiable womb.

His climax seemed to go on forever.  His pumping cock swelled and throbbed inside
me over and over, shooting more and more of his cum into me, flooding my womb,
filling it to overflowing.  My body shuddered under him in delight as I came
again and again, rhythmically grabbing and pulling at his grunting, sweating body
even after the violent jerking inside me became a dull pulse and he fell gasping
onto my rutting body.

The last of the incredible waves crested and the horror of he'd done to me again
overwhelmed me.  "O-oh G-God, God," I choked, "you c-came in me, you came in m-me
again!"

"And you loved it," he panted.

"B-but I told you I'm not protected," I whimpered, "you're going to m-make me
p-pregnant!"

"You won't be the first," he grunted as his hips began slowly rutting at me
again.

"N-no, p-please, no!"  As he gently moved inside me, I began to babble. "Please,"
I sobbed, "let me go, I have to go!  I have to get it out, I have to do
something, something to get it out of me, oh God, I have to get it out of me, I
can't get pregnant, not now, not now!  Please, please don't come in me again,
don't put any more in me, please, please, I'm not protected, you're making me
pregnant, please, please, not again, not again in me, please, no more in me,
please, please--"

He only grinned as he pulled himself up and cruelly stabbed his still-rigid cock
deep into me.

"God!"  I cried as once more he began thrusting rapidly in and out.  He pounded
into me, pushing my moaning body across the sodden bed, the sweat pouring from
his body onto my soaked skin, mixing with my own perspiration, pooling in the
hollow above my rolling abdomen and between my glistening, rocking breasts,
streaming in rivulets along my neck and down my sides and my rutting hips.

As his slick cock slid up and down through my foaming pussy and his swelling
balls slapped wetly against my drenched buttocks, I grew resigned to my fate. 
I'd taken two great loads of cum in my unprotected pussy and was about to receive
a third. Hardly any of it had come out of me.  My sucking pussy had pulled almost
all of it into my fertile womb. Even if my egg wasn't close enough yet, his sperm
would stay inside me for days as it relentlessly swam up to meet my dropping egg.
 His seed would find the egg inside me, would fertilize it, would make it bloom
and grow inside me.  My belly would grow fat with his baby.  It would be his baby
I would carry, his baby I would bear, his baby I gave birth to.

I looked up at the father of my child, grunting and sweating over me, laboring to
plant his baby in me.  I stared at his dark olive skin, his dark eyes, his dark
hair.  His child would have his eyes, his hair, his skin.  Don would know the
baby wasn't his.

I looked down at his immense cock as it pistoned effortlessly in and out of me. 
As my hips rocked up to take it deep and tight into my pussy, I realized how much
wider and deeper my channel had become.  There was no pain, only pleasure as our
pubic bones met and I easily took his entire length and width.  I wondered if I'd
even feel Don's cock inside me.

"Oh, God, oh, God," I moaned as he increased his tempo, stroking in and out
faster and deeper than ever.  I marveled at his stamina.  He'd been pounding fire
into me for hours.  It had never been this good before.  Never.

"Oh, God!  Oh, God!"  I cried as again I came.  My entire body went rigid and
then shook uncontrollably.  My fingernails dug into his back, my legs became a
vise on his waist, my pussy clamped tight onto his piercing cock.

"God, yes," I cried, "yes!  Deeper!  Deeper!!  Fill me!! Fill me!!  Yes!!  Yes!!"

He grabbed my buttocks and yanked me up into his driving spike as he suddenly
went tight in my twitching, clutching arms. Then, roaring, he slammed himself
down into my thrusting pussy as his cock grew fat in my churning chasm.

"Yes," I cried, "Yes!!  Fill me!!  Come in me!!  Yes!! Yes!!"  His howl filled my
ears as his lurching cock filled my pussy with his cum.  "Oh, God!!  God!!"  My
spasming pussy walls instantly sucked his creamy semen into my womb, ravenously
devouring every drop, greedy for more.

His eyes rolled back in his head and he growled savagely as the stiff thickness
inside me throbbed and spat stream after thick stream of his sperm deep into my
pussy.  I squealed at every sharp release, shaking in bliss at the feeling of his
virile seed striking my cervix again and again, demanding entry into my fertile
womb.

I gave it willingly, eagerly, yielding to his driving need. I opened myself fully
to him, freely offering my ready fertility to his urgent potency.  I fearlessly,
joyously welcomed his sperm into my womb.  I embraced it, pulling it deep into
me, longing for him to impregnate me, yearning that his essence would couple with
mine.  I ached for our violent mating to create life within me, for his flesh to
breed inside me.  I craved to give birth to his child.  His child.  My infidelity
to Don was complete.

"Yes, God, yes," I moaned over and over as his bloated balls contracted again and
again, driving his rich semen surging from his rapidly spasming cock. 
Incredibly, he pumped even more of his seed into me than he had the first two
times.  My insatiable pussy feasted hungrily on his cum, sucking each syrupy
spurt into my flooding womb as it squirted from his quivering cockhead.  My
spasming chasm continued to nurse at his sweet flesh even after his balls had
finished draining into me and his massive chest crushed against my breasts, his
thickness slowly softening deep inside me.

His breathing grew heavy.  I sighed as he pulled his long, flaccid flesh out of
my still rutting pussy and rolled off me, turning his back to me and falling into
a deep sleep.  As he snored next to my shivering body, I slid my hand down my
abdomen, through my damp, mated pubic hair and along my raw, swollen pussy lips. 
I gasped when I found the stretched, gaping opening, still open and tender, my
fingers slipping easily into the wide entrance.  I felt the slow oozing of his
cum as it dribbled down ont my buttocks.  There was very little of it draining
from me alized that he'd filled my pussy full three times and I'd swallowed
practically all of it into my womb.

I rolled onto my side and wrapped my arm around him, pressing my belly tight
against his butt, rubbing my breasts into his back.  I fell asleep, purring
contentedly, knowing his baby was growing inside me.

When the morning came, I was alone.  I pulled my sticky body off the bed and
immediately felt the throbbing pain between my legs.  I slowly found my clothes. 
As I slipped on my dress, I discovered the dark bruises on my breasts.  I
wondered what my neck looked like.

I got home and spent the rest of the morning in the shower, desperately trying to
scrub the previous night away.   I stepped out of the stall and sat before the
full-length mirror.  What I saw made be panic.  I stared at the large red welts
on my neck and the hand-shaped bruises on my breasts, the swollen, elongated lips
of my pussy.  Don would be home in less than two weeks and the cruel marks that
covered my body would never go away in time.

Then the full impact of what I'd done hit me and I broke into long, heaving sobs.
 I hadn't just let another man have sex with me.  I hadn't just let another man
come in me.  I'd let a total stranger impregnate me.  I was sure I was pregnant
with a strange man's baby, the baby that should have been Don's.  And I'd wanted
him to make me pregnant.  Not just my body but, that last time, my entire being
wanted to have his baby.

For the rest of the day I alternated between sobbing in despair and shivering in
fear as I lay in bed.  No matter how I tried, I couldn't find any way to explain
the bruises on my neck and breasts.  And even if I could, even if they healed in
time, the moment he put himself in my widened pussy, he'd know.  He'd know.

Yet, even through the bouts of despair and fear, my body craved attention. 
Carnal attention.  For no reason, my mind would fill with the image of him,
straining and thrusting over me.  My fingers would dip between my legs and my
hips would rock and spasm with the memory of his great cock in my sucking pussy.
I'd moan as the waves of orgasm crested over me.  When they faded I'd begin
sobbing again at the memory of my hideous adultery.

At dusk, the phone rang and I let it ring.  The answering machine picked it up. 
Through the speaker, I heard Don's voice. I buried my head in the pillow and
began to sob uncontrollably.

"Kathy?  Darling," he said, the concern slight but evident in his tone, "I'm
sorry I missed you again.  Gone out with your girlfriends again tonight?  Listen,
I'm really sorry to tell you this, but the job has been extended another two
weeks."

I pulled my head up.

"I know, I'm not happy about it either.  I really miss you, darling.  I promise
it won't be extended again.  It they try, I'll just quit.  I don't care.  Kathy,
it's just a little less than a month and I'll be home, and then we can work on
that project together, okay?  I love you."

The machine clicked off.

My mood lightened.  Another two weeks!  The bruises that marked my unfaithfulness
might be gone by the time Don came home. Maybe my pussy would go back to it's
normal size by then, too. Maybe God was giving me a second chance. Maybe, I hoped
and prayed, I wasn't even pregnant!  Don would come home just after I was
supposed to finish my period.  Maybe it would be his baby, after all!

I suddenly shivered as I felt a warm tickle deep inside my belly, making my skin
flush.  Yes, I decided as a calm peace swept over me, perhaps all was not lost
after all.

I busied myself for the rest of the month sewing maternity clothes, real cute
dresses.  I couldn't wait until I was big enough to wear them.  I was real
productive.  I bought a skin cream and it really helped the bruises.  They were
fading fast and I was pretty sure they'd be all healed by the time Don got back. 
My mood was really up, even the week before my period when I was usually really
cranky.  Most of all, the intense horniness I was feeling had gone away.

The memory, tho, wasn't gone.  I kept thinking about him, especially when Don
called.  Sometimes it was hard to concentrate on what he was saying and I had to
make excuses about why I wasn't listening.  I could tell from his voice he was
getting worried about me.  He started calling at odd times, especially in the
middle of the night.  I think he was just calling to make sure I was home.

As it got closer to my period, I started getting worried because I didn't get the
back pain I usually get.  I got real nauseous the morning before my period was
supposed to start, though.  I felt better that entire day because I figured that
it was a sign that I was going to start.

But I didn't.  Not the day I was supposed to, or the next, or the next.

When I was four days late, I went out and bought the home pregnancy test kit.  I
don't know why I didn't do it sooner.  I guess I just didn't want to know for
sure.  After I did the first test, I went and bought another.  Then I knew for
sure.  I was pregnant.

There was no reason to be surprised.  In the back of my mind I'd known all along.
 With all the cum my nameless lover had pumped into my sucking pussy, there was
no way he couldn't have made me pregnant.  Not when I was so ready.  So now I
knew.  For almost three weeks my sweet stranger's baby had been growing inside
me.  My heart leapt joyously, knowing I'd give birth to a strong, perfect son. 
At least I hoped it was a boy.

At the same time my mind raced as I tried to think of a way to keep Don from
finding out.  At least the bruises were barely visible.  I didn't think he'd even
notice them.  But I'd been checking my pussy almost every day, and it never went
back the way it was before my beautiful barbarian stretched it wide and deep.  I
had to figure out how to explain that.

At least I didn't have to explain being pregnant.  I'd take care of that as soon
as he got home.  We'd make love like usual and he'd just assume it was his baby. 
The only thing I had to worry about was if I started showing "too soon."  I
didn't know what I was going to do when he saw the baby, but I had almost nine
months to worry about that.

I didn't give a thought to how Don would feel if he found out I was pregnant with
another man's baby.  All I could think of now was making sure my baby was safe
and healthy, and I knew my savage lover wouldn't help me.  That meant I had to
keep Don for as long as I could.

Three days later, he came home.  When I heard the car drive up that evening, I
rushed out of the house wearing only a robe over the skimpiest teddy I owned.  We
met in the driveway.  We held each other for a long time, all clinging arms and
tongues. I was startled at how much smaller he seemed to be.

"I've missed you so much," he moaned.

"I've missed you, too," I whispered, realizing that the only times I'd thought of
him since the night my baby was conceived was when I was trying to keep that
night a secret from him.

He left his bags in the car and we went inside, still clutching each other,
heading for the bedroom.  This was it, I thought, thankful that it was still
twilight.  He wouldn't think to put a light on until after we'd finished.

We stood facing each other in the darkening room, removing each other's clothing.
I'd never noticed before that he was a bit shorter than me.  We undid the bow at
the neck of my robe while I pulled off his shirt.  My robe fell to the floor as I
let his pants drop.  He held my hips as he stepped out of them.  I looked down at
his cock.  It seemed so small.

I slid my hands up and down his chest as he cupped my breasts through the gauze
fabric of the teddy.  I started to relax as he bent his head to take one of my
nipples into his mouth through the thin material.  He didn't seem to notice the
abuse they'd had.  But when his lips nipped at my flesh, he stiffened slightly. 
My relief was premature.  My nipples were soft.  He could tell I wasn't aroused.

He pressed tight on my nipple, sucking and biting, while he pressed me toward the
bed.  With his mouth still nursing at me, we fell together onto the bed.  His
hands slipped under the filmy material and caressed my breasts.  He tensed again.
 I suddenly realized that maybe he couldn't see the bruises, but he could still
feel them.

I made myself flinch.  "Ooh," I sighed, "I guess they're still sore from the
rash."

He lifted his head and stared into my eyes.  I could see the traces of doubt
growing in his face.  "There was a sewer roach in the shower and I sprayed it
into oblivion," I smiled. "I got the bug spray all over me.  I really missed you
that day."

I felt him ease a bit.  "Was it bad?"

"It was real itchy for nd licking the underside of my breasts.  I always liked
that.  I began to feel the warmth inside .  His lips moved slowly down my
abdomen, stopping to give special attention to my belly button by pressing his
tongue about in the hollow.  That always sent a chill through me, and I felt my
pussy growing moist.  Then his caressing tongue slickly travelled down until they
reached they reached the waistband of my panties.

He nipped at the fabric with his teeth as his lips fluttered downward.  I made my
breathing become short and I started moaning.  I could feel him growing more
excited.  As his tongue touched my thigh, I sighed loudly and began to rut my
hips slightly.  As he lapped at my thighs, his fingers slid under the waistband
of my panties and, as usual, I pulled my legs up and raised my bottom so he could
pull them off.  As he slid my panties down, he grinned and whispered, "You did
miss me, didn't you?"

This was it.  As he bent his head to press between my pussy lips, I started
moaning loudly, and when his tongue touched my clit, I started to frantically
pound my bottom against the mattress and I cried out, "Oh, God, yes!"  I grabbed
his shoulders and pulled him up onto me.  I reached down and clutched his cock,
positioning it between the folds of my pussy.  Then I quickly wrapped my legs
around him and pulled him into me.  I was shocked at how small his cock seemed. 
My immense lover really had made my pussy wider and deeper.

He didn't seem to notice that I was so much bigger and looser.  He groaned at the
sudden penetration and started thrusting rapidly in and out.  I met each beat of
his hips with mine, moaning with each jab.  It wasn't long before he began to
snort and I felt his cock throbbing inside me.  He came even more than the night
before he left. lk, he said, "Oh, yeah.  I don't think you've ever been that
excited before.  Maybe we should be separated more often."

"Don't even think that," I scolded.  I clutched him tight. "God, Don, I missed
you so much!"

"And I missed you."  As his shrinking cock slipped out of me, he hugged me.  It
worked.  He hadn't noticed how much larger I'd become.

That next month Don and I made love every night.  I always had to fake orgasm,
and he never seemed to question why he didn't fit tight in me like he did before
his trip.  I wasn't coming with him at all anymore, not when he went down on me,
not even when we used the vibrator together.  During the day, tho, when he was at
work, I'd get the vibrator and imagine I was with my sweet stranger. I'd shudder
over and over.

When enough time had passed, I got a test kit and showed him the results.  We had
a great celebration that night.  My doctor wasn't as easily fooled as Don,
though.  She kept asking me about the dates.  She knew the baby was farther along
than just a few weeks.  I kept on telling her I was sure because my husband had
been gone for an entire month.  She finally smiled and told me not to be
surprised if the baby was premature by a month.

Our lovemaking became a lot less frequent. Then he told me the real reason for
his business trips.  There was another woman and another baby, conceived during
our first separation.  He hadn't meant for it to happen, couldn't explain how it
happened, but it did.  He said he'd be sure his lawyer was generous.

Our divorce was amicable.  Between the alimony and the child support, we're
comfortable enough, especially with the money I make at my job.  I can even
afford a babysitter for the nights I'm working as an exotic dancer.  She even
stays with the baby when I bring guys home after work, though I think she just
does that because she likes to listen.

The biggest problem is the loneliness.  All the guys I've been with don't hold a
candle to Don.  None of them are anywhere near as caring or smart or funny.  I
miss him a lot.  I never found a guy who made me feel the way I did the night I
got pregnant, either.  The sex is usually better than it was with Don, but
nobody's made me feel like I'd want to have his baby, like I did that night. 
Maybe it's because I'm back on the pill.

I never saw my handsome stranger again.  I went to all the singles' spots, but he
never showed up.  I found the apartment where my son was conceived, but it was
occupied by a young couple.  They'd just been married and had just moved in.  I
don't know why, but I didn't expect them to stay together very long. For the life
of me, I couldn't figure out what she saw in him. GNerol