("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Quickening by Wollstonecraft (1997) *** In a time long, long ago, a woman tries to get herself pregnant, any way she can. (M+/F, pre-historic) *** He was beginning to snort. He always began to snort just before he came. As I felt Sand's flesh throbbing inside me, pushing his seed up into my breeding place, I spread my legs wider and clinched my bottom tighter pushing up against his groin, trying to take as much of him into me as I could. His cries told me that he found my movements pleasurable. As always, he planted a great deal of seed. I felt it spilling out of me and dripping down my legs. Finished, he let go of my hips and I dropped onto the ground with my legs folded under me. Grunting, he rose and left, going over to sleep with Moss. She was still mating with Rain. Sand grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him out of her. Rain's hips were still twitching as he hit the ground. He sat up, looked around and, seeing me alone, crawled over behind my upturned bottom and jabbed his flesh stick into my mating hole. The other women say that Sand gives them more pleasure than either Rain or Tree, but I've never noticed too much of a difference. Rain's thrusts are quicker and shorter than Sand's, and his shaft is smaller, but Tree is bigger than Sand, so I don't know what the difference could be. Maybe it's just because Sand is the strongest. It didn't take long for Rain to start pumping his seed into me. He squealed when he sprayed and his hips pounded frantically. I felt his sticky fluid ran down my legs along with Sand's. He let me go and fell next to me, pulling me tightly against his body. Most nights either Rain sleeps with me or I sleep alone. It didn't used to be that way. Everyone thought I'd be the favorite because of the way the men looked at me, even before I was old enough. My hips were wide and my breasts began to grow sooner than most of the others. Mostly, tho, it was because of my light hair and eyes. They said then when I give birth, it would be easier to tell which of the men's seed had quickened in me. Sand took me as his own even before I began to flow. The first time, I thought he was going to kill me. When he started forcing his big flesh stick into my tight mating hole, I yelped in pain and tried to pull away, but he just laughed and held my hips tighter as he split me open with his spike. Afterward there was blood everywhere and I just lay there crying while the other women giggled. After a while, of course, it stopped hurting and I grew to endure and then enjoy it when Sand mounted me. I only mated with Sand back then. He wanted to be sure that it was his seed that quickened in my breeding place. Three and four times a night he'd fill me with his discharge. We didn't expect my flow to even begin until after I gave birth to his child. But my flow did come. Even with all the seed he planted in me, each moon brought the blood that drained out of my breeding place, telling me I was still barren. At first they thought it was just that I was still too young, but as moon after moon came and went we decided I must be doing something wrong. Everyone tried to help, offering all sorts of suggestions, but still my flow came. They told me that my problem was that my mating hole didn't suck at my mate's skin staff the way that theirs did. They said they didn't know how they did it, or even why it happened, but when it did their bodies shook all over in ecstasy. Moss said that sometimes when she was with Sand her mating hole would pull so hard on him that she'd suck all of his seed up into her breeding place and none of it would come out. That was why I wasn't quickening. All the seed just ran out of me. Sand started to mate with others before coming to me. Soon he stopped coming to my bed altogether. Tree mated with me for a while but he, too, tired of me when his seed failed to root. Finally they let Rain mount me. Usually, he was only allowed to mate with the women who had already quickened, but even he decided he'd rather pump his seed into someone else. Sometimes, like tonight, Sand or Tree would come to me after they were done with their favorite, but most of the time they left me alone. I knew why my mating hole didn't suck at Sand's seed, or Tree's or Rain's, but I couldn't tell them why. Even before Sand started mating with me, I knew, but I didn't know I knew. It was just after my flow first began. Sand felt the intense pleasure that the others did. They told me not to worry, that when my breeding place was ready, the feeling would just come. I'd gone out to gather food. Heedless to the warnings from the others, I'd wandered farther from home than I guess I should have. The only warning I had was a faint rustling behind me. I quickly turned and came face to face with him. He was alone. He was obviously a wanderer and he was obviously intending to mount me. His stiff flesh stick stuck out rigid and ready from his groin. The moment I saw him I knew. He was smaller than Tree and didn't seem as strong as Sand, but for some reason I instantly realized that if this one's seed quickened in me, my child would be stronger and healthier than any of the others. This one seemed quicker, faster, even smarter than the men at home. Somehow he was able to survive on his own, and whatever it was that kept him alive, I wanted my child to have it. A tingling warmth spread from my breeding place through my entire body and I felt my mating hole growing wet and open. He grabbed my shoulders. I made no effort to resist. He smiled as he pulled me down. I started to turn and offer my bottom, but he held me facing him and I was suddenly on the ground on my back. Leaning over me, he pried my legs apart with his knee and put the tip of his seeding shaft between the fleshy folds of my moist hole. As he pushed into me, my hips rose to take him fully inside. I felt the walls of the passage flutter as his thickness pushed against them, forcing them apart, driving himself tightly into my narrow channel. I thrilled at the feeling of him so deep inside me. He wasn't any larger than Sand, but the strange mating position seemed to let him penetrate deeper. As he began to quick thrust, suddenly I felt as if I had burst into flames. I cried out at the intense pleasure and my body spasmed underneath him. I felt my mating hole convulse and I heard him groan as my inflamed flesh clutched and pulled at his hammering spike. We cried out again and again in unison, grunting and groaning with each delicious stab. Then his grunts became bellows and his flesh stick grew thicker. With a mighty roar, he jammed it deep into me and it jerked viciously as it pumped his seed into me. My hole clamped sharply down on the throbbing flesh, urging his seed to come racing out, sucking it deep into my breeding place. It swelled up again and I felt my flesh ripple along it's length. Again it pulsed inside me and again my hole clutched and squeezed at him, drawing his release deep into me. His rigid staff spat spurt after rich spurt of his seed and my mating hole gulped at every drop, swallowing all of it, filling my breeding place with the sweet syrup. When he'd finished draining his seed sac into me, he fell gasping onto my shuddering body, crushing me under him. He rested there for a moment, catching his breath, his flesh still hard and thick inside me. Then he rolled off of me and I sighed as he stiff presence pulled out of my mating hole. He rose to his feet and quickly ran off into the brush. I lay there panting and shaking, my legs still spread wide apart, trying to grasp what had just happened. My mating hole began to ooze with the remains of his discharge and I pulled my knees together to keep any more of it from escaping. I wanted to be sure I lost none of his precious seed. I wanted to do everything I could to make it quicken inside me. I wanted his child to grow inside me. I'd never felt this way when I mated with Sand. It was nice, but I time with other, different people. People with light hair, like mine. There was an image of a man, not unlike the wanderer who I'd just mated with. And suddenly I realized how Sand's head was too small for his body and his arms and legs weren't the same size. He was ugly. Ugly! And so was Tree and Rain. I didn't want my baby to look like them. I wanted my baby to be stronger and smarter and quicker. Like the wanderer. Like my old family. XXX That night, while Sand's flesh pumped inside me, his breath quick and warm on my back, I imagined it was the wanderer filling me and I shivered a bit. Sand enjoyed that little shiver, grunting his pleasure as his seed ran in rivulets down my legs. It was the last time he or any of the others felt me react to their thrusting. I kept my secret, believing that my flow had finally been stayed, knowing that the wanderer's seed had rooted in me and I would soon grow fat with his child. I was crushed when, a few days later, it started after all. Sand wasn't happy about it, either. Still, he didn't give up right away. Tree and Rain had to wait a while longer before they had their turns with me. Their turns came and went. The sweet memory of the wanderer never faded. I knew that if I waited long enough he would return. When I went to gather food, I'd travel further and further from home and get back later and later. The others were constantly scolding me for straying so far, but I didn't care. I knew he was out there somewhere and I knew I would have his child. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. 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