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Quickening
by Wollstonecraft (1997)
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In a time long, long ago, a woman tries to get herself
pregnant, any way she can. (M+/F, pre-historic)
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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
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