Message-ID: <13432eli$9807271209@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: apuleius@poboxes.com (Apuleius of Madaura) Subject: RP: Awakenings by Annette (MF rom impreg) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35be324c.3106284@news.labyrinth.net.au> This story (listed in Celeste's recent Top Stories) is only partially archived on Dejanews, so here's the complete story. The formatting of the original has been cleaned up, and some minor errors corrected. The author's given email address, is, of course, no longer valid (another casualty of penet.fi). - Apuleius -------------------------------------- Subject: AWAKENINGS 1/6 (M/F, romance,1st time, impreg.) From: an545004@anon.penet.fi (Annette) Date: Fri, 29 Mar 1996 11:58:49 +1100 About this story "Awakenings" 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 the Newsgroup Alt.Sex.stories and has been posted in parts. Comments or requests E-mail me at..... an545004@anon.penet.fi 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. Awakenings 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 truly "banged up". 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 I'd cleverly (as I thought at the time) held him at bay and reeled him in with the promise of a "grand opening" 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 One 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 "hands on" 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 girlfriends' stories were true. I had noticed him among the "studs" because he was fair-haired, blue-eyed and well built, apart from being damned good looking. (I don't 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 "warm fuzzies". I was the centre of attention (after all, the party was for me), but I had the smug feeling that it wasn't just that the guys were being nice because I'd 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 wasn't 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 "hello", and "nice to know you routine", 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 "in storage"too long. I had been getting some very strong signals from my vital areas. Natural urges were demanding fulfillment, and I knew I couldn't keep them waiting much longer. It wasn't 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, suggesting a "drive and coffee". I wasn't stupid, but I didn't mind the idea one little bit, so it wasn't long before we'd 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 "lay myself bare", 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 "private celebration of my home coming" as he termed it, though I had no doubt that this was not the only sort of "coming" 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 "deposit" just yet, much as I liked the idea of experiencing the real thing. Besides, I was completely unprotected. I hadn't even contemplated going on the pill. I'd had the full sex education bit at college and had developed some very funny feelings about the sex act and impregnation. Maybe I'm 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. "Let the game begin." I thought, as he eased me gently into a clinch on the "mating couch". That first sensation of his tongue gently parting my lips and slipping inside was so erotic. I didn't 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. "Cool it, Alan." I urged. "The night is young, we've got lots of time, and I was enjoying the dancing. Turn on some music!" 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 wasn't really dancing, rather more pressing the flesh all over, and it felt damned good. Round one to me. He wasn't 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 wasn't 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 wasn't 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 didn't 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 "Get ready! I'll be in there soon". Hell this was good. I had to make sure I didn't "lose it" 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. "Mmmm!" 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. "Alan! We've got to stop right now." I pushed him gently. "We're both as randy as hell and I can't keep you out much longer." I lamented. "I'm new to all this. I'm unprotected and I just need a little help and understanding before I throw discretion to the winds." 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 wasn't 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 "Alan, you'll get what you want. Remember I want you inside me just as much as you want to be there, but I've got some funny ideas and you'd better hear them 'cause you might not like 'em." I slid my hand slowly down the front of his pants and began to gently massage the bulge that was saying "I want in". His eyes were glazing over but I think he was paying attention. "My 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. I'm just not quite ready yet." 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 "still interested" frame of mind. I took his hand and guided it along my inner thighs cupping it over the mound between my legs. " I think you can feel what's been happening down here, and I hope you'll be the one to perform the grand opening. Just be patient." "I'll be patient", he complained. "But not for too damned long. I'm going to have you whatever it takes, and it won't be very long". He was sounding huskier as he talked. "I'll have you pleading for it before long. And when I get into that body of yours I'll 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 and "dry out" a bit as he drove me home with the top down. "Round two to me," 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 "What next?" What delights lay ahead?" I fondled my straining breasts and still hard nipples, ran my hands down to my avenue of ecstacy, my gateway to fulfillment. "How long before I experienced the ultimate?" I wondered. "How 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!" Chapter 2 He was on the phone early next morning. A good sign. I'd run the risk of being cast off as a chastity freak, but it seemed I'd 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 hadn't 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. "The battle for entry was to be on in earnest tonight." 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, "You've been trying to get my panties off for the last few nights. Now I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine." "What a lame excuse for some penile exploration" I smirked unashamedly to myself. But so what? I had to learn didn't I? A girl has to know what she's going to get into......her! "Hands on experience was essential", 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. "Lift up!" I ordered, as I dragged his pants over that tight little bum. "Time I was introduced to this sex-crazed friend of yours" I sniggered. "We might find we have a common interest." 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. "This was the power of woman over man."I 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 "getting to know the parents" thing didn't 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 wasn't 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 dad's 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 "off" about the idea, but accepted reluctantly after extracting promises of "faithfullness" and all that sort of stuff. I made the point that the "being true" bit cut both ways. "How do I know this rampaging little girl-pleaser wont be sliding between the legs of some randy Asian tart?" I questioned as I stroked the front of his pants teasingly under the restaurant tablecloth. I don't think he was too impressed with the "little" 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. "Just keep that weapon, and the goodies it can deliver, all for me." I smirked. This was our last night together. We were dining in style and I had plans to make this a night he wouldn't 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 "Let's get back to your place. We've got some private farewelling to do." 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. "Was I a virgin with the makings of a wanton slut?" 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, "just for the time being." 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. "Tonight's got to be the night." He groaned in my ear as he came up for air in the midst of some intense tounge-probing mouthwork. " I want you on that bed, naked, with your legs spread and body wide open to me." He pleaded desperately. "I want to split you open, be inside you, do what this thing is upposed to do, flood you with sperm." 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. "Al, you're going away in a few hours, and you'll be away for a couple of months. As much as I want to, I can't become pregnant to you now. Can't we wait until you get back to see if you still want me." I crooned. " 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 that's what you still want." "What do you mean IF?" He said, a bit angrily. "You belong to me now. That body is mine, and this is mine to open and fill as I see fit." 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!! "We can't, Alan!" I pleaded, as I felt myself going to pieces. "Just be patient a little longer. Now lie back." I commanded, as I began to stroke him quickly. "My turn tonight." he said firmly as he stayed my hand. " The grand opening can wait until I get back. I've accepted that. But we're getting married, then it's flesh into flesh, no holds barred, until I get you well and truly pregnant," he said sexily. "Right now you're about to experience a bit of your own medicine." 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, "Now who's in charge?" 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. " You shouldn't let this thing push you into promises of marriage just to get its way with me", I chided as I stroked him playfully. "You're forgiven..." I cooed, "...and you're off the hook". "You heard what I said." he responded firmly. "I meant every word of it. From now on you belong to me. Set a date and let's get on with it as soon as I get home." I was stunned. I couldn't believe it. This may have been what I was aiming for, but, in my wildest dreams, I didn't expect to pull it off so quickly. I hugged him, kissing him tenderly as I whispered "You can still change your mind and I'll understand." "No more talk", he said authoritively. "The decision is made. Set it up and let's do it." and then the big deflater. "Now, I've got a plane to catch. I've got to get going". "Not yet, you're not" I pouted. "Not until I've finished with you. You're going be a little late for check-in." I said with tender authority as I pushed him onto the bed. "Relax and enjoy." 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 wasn't going anywhere until I'd 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. "Let's make this deliver its going away message." I giggled in his ear as he began to writhe with ecstacy. "Besides, I want another look at what I'm going to have bursting inside me in a couple of months," 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 wasn't 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 didn't care. I was mesmerised as the first pearly blast shot onto my cheek, then another, and another. I couldn't 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. 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 Alan's departure. My "oldies" had been all for the marriage bit, and I'd 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, "apart from a male companion to share the bed with." 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 didn't include romance. But that didn't mean I couldn't enjoy looking. Speculating privately who was getting into whom. Fantasising about what I'd be having between my legs if my bloke was here with me. "Ah well", I thought. "My turn was coming." 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 can't say I blamed them. Males were in a shortage, and this one was "doozy" to 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. I'd come to enjoy the love game, and watching wasn't nearly as much fun as participating. We locked eyes briefly and I thought I detected a "plea for help" before I turned away feigning disinterest. It should have ended there if I'd been smart, but it didn't. 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 "Please, just play along. I'll explain later." Then he released me and broke away. "God it's good to see you again. How have you been?" He asked, and then, for the benefit of the two trailing females, "This is a good friend of mine from way back. Say hello to Annette". He'd missed by a mile, but I knew what he was up to and didn't mind helping him shed his admiring entourage. "Hi!" I responded sweepingly, and then to him, "I wondered when you'd find time to say hello." "I can see you're busy at the moment." I grinned. "Buy me a coffee and let's do some catching up when you can spare the time." I ended, starting to walk away. "Right now!" He came back, excusing himself from his disappointed admirers. "Thanks! I owe you." He said, as he steered me away. "It gets a bit tricky at times." "I can imagine." I smirked back knowingly."Tough life." "I'd be happy to buy you that coffee right now." he went on. "But I'm on watch in fifteen minutes. I'll have to take a rain check." "I'll live." 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 wasn't 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 hadn't come back and I was feeling a bit peeved, and deprived. I'd enjoyed the first night's socialising, but had skillfully side stepped the panty hunters like an engaged girl should. I wasn't wearing a ring but I was trying to do the right thing. I thought back to my last night with Alan. That didn't help. It Just got my juices flowing and reawakened the fires down below. "Why should I be missing out?" I thought to myself. "My bloody stud fiancee is probably planting his seed in anything he can lay his penis into." I thought darkly, as I slipped my fingers into a rapidly moistening vagina, looking for blessed release. "Damn!" 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. Elaine's return cooled my ardour,but it didn't 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. "Time for that coffee." He said, as he steered me away. "You can come up to the Bridge, see where I work and join some of us for a cuppa." 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. "Bring coffee and the trimmings to my cabin would you please," he commanded. I was trapped. I was a big girl now. I couldn't make a fuss and I didn't know how to say "no" after going this far. "After all," I rationalised, "he was only inviting me in for coffee." But I'd 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 couldn't think. I felt wild excitement rising within me. I knew I should be breaking loose and getting out fast, but I didn't. 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. "Beautiful!" 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. I'd lost all control "This is going to be it." 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 "Coffee sir!" There was a flurry as I struggled to get up, and a muffled "Damn!" from him as he called out, "Just a minute!" I was desperately trying to get my panties back into place and my dress back on and zipped as I thought to myself "Saved!" But I knew it wasn't 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 steward's mind. " Here's another randy little tart who is about to be thoroughly creamed." I hoped he wasn't right. I was fighting a losing battle to hang on to my virginity, but I was also coming very much "into season". If my calculations were right (my periods were like clockwork) there would be a waiting "target" for any little tadpoles that were turned loose inside me. The trouble was that he was so bloody dominant and confident I just didn't know how to handle the situation. But it wasn't 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 didn't even ask how I liked it. It was as if he knew that I'd drink and do what I was told. I blurted out a very predicatable and shaky " I think I'd better be going when I finish this." But he just dismissed the issue casually but with absolute certainty. "Stop acting like a little girl and behave like the woman you are." he commanded. "If only he knew." I thought. "You know very well that you're going to stay, and that we're going to make love. Accept it and let's ejoy each other to the fullest for the rest of the voyage". "Sven!" I pleaded lamely (he was Norwegian and, what else, blue-eyed with fair hair), "You know damned well I'm tempted, but you might as well know I'm engaged, and getting married in a couple of months." "So?" He raised his eyebrows. "As much as I like the idea, I can't just jump into the sack with you and throw my legs open. I owe some sort of loyalty to my future husband." I said, trying to sound convincing. "Don't be so bloody stupid and naive." He snapped. "Men are planting their seed in women all around the bloody world at this very instant. That's life. That's what creates life. It's what we're here for." 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, "We're 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 on". "Listen to me." I tried to sound strong but it came out more like a whimper. "I'm not the bloody woman you seem to think I am. I'm a useless bloody virgin that's out of her depth. I'm totally unprotected, no pills, no diaphragm, at this time highly damned fertile, and with a body screaming for fulfillment. That's why I'm acting like a little girl." I stammered. "So much the better" he soothed. "You've got lots of learning to do, and I'm a good teacher. Now let's see if we can't put your fears to rest." He pulled me closer, stroking me, looking straight into my eyes. "Firstly, you can get up, walk out the door and nothing more need be said." Then, reading my declining spirits, "Or, you can stay, trust me to take care of you, and we can enjoy each other to the fullest for the next two weeks. It's up to you." I flushed, dropped my eyes."Bastard!" 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, "Now! Do we understand each other." 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. "You know very well that I'm going to fuck you." he said conversationally. Christ, the effect that word had on me. I'd heard the "F" 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 irectly, "But not tonight." I was trembling. "Tonight we play. Tomorrow we make love for real. As much as I hate the bloody things, I'll buy some condoms in port tomorrow, then we'll open up that precious little passageway of yours and teach it what life's all about." 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. "Tonight you'll have a taste of what's to come." 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. "By tomorrow night you'll 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." 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. 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 didn't 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 "You're a very talented young lady. I trust you enjoyed you first experience ." he grinned, and seeing my smile "We call that, in the trade, a cum cocktail." He knew just how to keep me on fire. "Now we need to get you ready for tomorrow evening. We don't want it to be too painful,do we? Lie back and relax." 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 ith 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. "Just be patient", 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 didn't 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 "We want that little cunny loosened up and ready for its first real visitor, don't we?" 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. " I've got to get dressed and go on watch." He declared as he coaxed me upright. "Come! I need a shower mate." "What next?" I thought, but it was a nice finale. We soaped each other, rubbed together, explored each other's 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. "That's yours until the end of the trip." He said as he held my eyes. "If you change your mind and decide not to join me tomorrow night, put the key in an envelope, slide it under the door, and we'll call it quits with no regrets." 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. "Oops", 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. "Jesus!", I thought. "This bloody ship is a floating stud farm. Everyone seems hell bent on fucking themselves into oblivion." "Or was I just waking up to the real world?" 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. "Eat your heart out," I mused impishly. " If anyone is going to be ridden by this stallion, I've got first call." We had a nice day ashore. Uneventful, but nice. His brief visit to a chemist shop didn't escape my notice. I had a pretty fair idea what he was buying. He left me as we arrived back on board. " I'll be off watch at midnight. I'll go straight to my cabin. I hope you'll be there waiting for me." 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. "Time to make my move, " 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 " Loved every minute. Please understand." 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. "God I'm glad your here." 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 "little girl" thing again, trying to explain that I wanted to play a little, but with limitations. Who was I trying to kid. "We've been through all that." He said, with feigned sterness. "Any more of that stupid talk and I'll smack your bum." he threatened. "You wouldn't dare." 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. "Ow!" I yelled. "Let me up." But he wasn't having any. "Are you ready to d o as your told?" he demanded. "No bloody way." I yelled with mock anger. "I see." 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 he'd picked just the right spot. "Are you going to behave?" He questioned. I knew I was totally exposed, and that he was enjoying the view as his hand hovered, poised for another whack. "I don't know." I muttered, sounding as though I was backing down. I was of course, but I was enjoying the game. "You think it out." he directed. "Meantime, I like my ladies undressed for cocktails." 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. "Now what have you got to say?" he grinned. "Fuck you!" I spat at him with a snigger. "Think again," he said softly pulling me into his arms, sliding his hands down my back, clasping my bum. " Very soon it will be me fucking you." 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. 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, "probably for the damned condom", I thought to myself, hating the necessity. "Close your eyes." 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. "How bloody appropriate." 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 didn't need much coaxing) then a trickle of oil and his fingers began the final lubrication. I couldn't 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 "It's time!" 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. "Now we have that delightful little cunt ready for maximum penetration." He crooned sexily, as he kneeled between my legs, resting his glorious member on my waiting belly. "Please!" I yelped, pleadingly. "You promised to use a condom. You know damn well I'm a one shot certainty for a bellyful at the moment. For god's sake give me a chance." I whimpered. I'll be safe next week and you can leave it inside me as much as you want during our last few days." "I hate using those things..." he was a bit angry, "..and I thought you did too." But he paused, reached across to the bedside table, and passed a little packet to me. "If you want it used, you put in on." He commanded. My fingers were trembling as I opened little envelope. "Help me." 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 exultant"Yes! Yes! Yes!" . 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. "What had I done?" I wondered desperately. I was almost crying with pent up sexual tension. He looked sombrely into my eyes as he said " You've got a decision to make. I'm not going to make love to you for your first time wearing this bloody thing." I was stunned. We'd got this far and suddenly the bottom was dropping out of my world. "If you want to go through with this, take the condom off. Otherwise we can use the vibrator to satisfy you." "Don't do this to me." I whined, pleadingly. "I can't take a chance at the moment." "You don't have to take a chance." Was the calming response. " I think you realise by now that I know what I'm doing." "I'll pull out at the last minute." "You'll have a little puddle of cum on your belly instead of inside it." "Trust me." 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. "For god's sake be careful." 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. "Relax, enjoy, and leave everything to me." He said softly. Then, "Watch!" 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 needn't 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 couldn't 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 "Be careful! Be Careful!" He continued driving into me relentlessly, unanswering, his tempo increasing. "Please" 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 ntent, 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. "You left it in." I accused, weeping quietly now. "Why?" Then, pushing him aside as he withdrew limply from me, "Let me get to the bathroom, quickly!" "I'm sorry." he said, stroking me, trying to calm me down. "Everything will be OK. No need to panic." "That's all very well for you to say." I answered tearfully. "It's me that's probably going to have the bun in my oven". "Please, let me clean up." 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 oggy 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 wasn't for the dilemma I was in. I scrubbed myself, desperately soaping myself deep inside. But I knew instinctively that it wouldn't save me. He joined me as I towelled off. "Now, would you like me to make you feel better?" he asked soothingly. I looked at him, uncomprehending. "I've been saving a little surprise for you. I didn't mention it before because I wanted you to experience the total emotion of unprotected fucking. Now we'll put your mind at ease." He said, holding up a little white tablet in his fingers. I'd stopped crying. I looked at him, puzzled. "Have you heard of RU 462?" He asked. "The morning after pill. The saviour of young girls who have been "juiced" at the wrong moment." He continued to explain, as he saw my spirits starting to pick up. "They're only just becoming available in some parts of the world, and it just so happens......" he grinned impishly. "You sneaky bastard." I almost laughed at him as I snatched it, looking for water. "You had me panicking like a young, inexperienced idiot, enjoying yourself at my expense." But my sheer relief was evident. "Not now." He directed. "In the morning, the moment you wake up. It prevents the fertilised egg from attaching to the wall of your womb." "No more worries, no more headaches." 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. 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 maiden's 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. I'd 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. "Just wanted to say a last goodbye." He smiled. "I've got a little present for you. I wanted to give you something to remember me by." He said softly as he put a little ribbon tied package in my hand. "But..." he restrained me as I went to open it, " ...you've got to promise me you won't open it for another week." "Can't I open it now?" I pleaded " I want to know what you've given me." "Promise!" he insisted, "or I'll take it back." "I promise." 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 didn't give them a true account of the holiday they had treated me to. Hell! If they only knew what a present they'd 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 I'd have to be a little careful how I handled the situation on his return. After all, he was expecting to perform a "grand opening." But I felt I'd learnt enough over the last two weeks to make all the right moves. It was a week later when my world came apart. I'd kept my promise to Sven, and the day came to open my present. I'd 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 "Thought you might need these about now to calm you down. Take good care of our baby!!!" I ripped open the package as, first puzzlement, then fear swept over me. The label on the packet read "RELAXATABS". Below in fine print were the words "Take one every four hours to relieve anxiety and tension headaches. If symptoms persist, see a doctor." 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 I'd 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 round the world. It seemed I'd become his latest victim. I guess I'd asked for it, and I'd well and truly got it. I wiped away the sniffles and started to dress. "Time to visit the chemist and find out the reality." I thought. But I knew that Sven's 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 wouldn't 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 "Plan B" into effect, hoping that my feminine wiles and acting skills would carry me through. I decided on "Plan B". 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 I'd 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. "Probably more so." 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. " God I've missed you." He whispered. "I've wanted you so badly since those last nights we spent together. I don't know how I've stayed sane." "You're home now, and we've got some catching up to do." 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. "Get inside!" he commanded, whacking me on the bum and pushing me towrds the bedroom. "I want to see and feel what I've been missing out on." I grinned at him over my shoulder as I went only too willingly to meet my "fate". "I've been dreaming of doing this." 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. " And now for these!" 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, "Easy girl. He thinks you're still a virgin waiting for the wedding night." "God how I've wanted you inside me so much while you've been away." I whispered lovingly. "I've been a soggy mess down there since you left ." I said leading his hand to my vagina. He would never know just how true that statement was. "I don't think I can wait much longer." "Jesus! Don't tempt me, or I'll rip you open right now." He warned, his voice shaking with desire. "I want to be ripped open." I whispered huskily, slipping my tongue into his ear. "God, how I want to be ripped open." "But we couldn't have picked a worse time. I'm right in the middle of my cycle at the moment, and that beautiful babymaker of yours seems to have evil intentions." I sniggered, stroking his penis lightly, running my fingers across the tip, feeling the first traces of his 'goodies'." Remember! The wedding is still a month away." "Right now I don't give a fuck about the wedding," he grumbled, sheepishly. "I just want in." "Time for phase two." I thought, excitedly. "Much as I hate the damn things, why don't we use a condom." I coaxed, covering his chest with angel kisses. "It won't be the best. But we'll both feel a lot better than we do at the moment." " Besides, we'll still have the real thing to look forward to on our wedding night." I rationalised. "Don't want to spoil it for you." he answered, his voice agitated and trembling with anticipation. "Would you really do that for me?" "Yes!" I whispered softly. "Don't know if I've got one." he muttered, fumbling in his bedside drawer. Then a quiet, "Thank god" 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 'gates'. 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. "Permission to come aboard?" he whispered light heartedly, like a naval officer. I winced mentally, with fleeting recall, as I answered coyly. "Permission granted." I let him take charge, as an inexperienced young lady should, closing my arms around him, mouth to his ear. "Do it!" 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. I'm trying to be gentle." he said softly. " I know darling." I gasped, sounding appropriately scared. "Keep going." 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. "Wait!" I commanded, pushing at his chest. He was taken aback, but withdrew, kneeling over me, looking at me questioningly. "Alan, we're 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." His mouth opened, speechless for a second, then... " You're sure? You really mean it?" I nodded, smiling, pulling him down for a kiss, then, goading him vampishly. "Now 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." 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, "That little explosion might just make you a daddy." 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, I'd 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 Alan's Dad made the comment of the day, softly stroking our son's blond hair as he said proudly, "Another blue-eyed blond, the spitting image his dad!" I watched Alan glow, and as I smiled approvingly, my mind faded back to those days at sea. "The spitting image." I said quietly. 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