Sincerely Scott

He increased his motion into me, I reciprocated - it was joyous - to be remembered. He told me when he was about to come. I held onto his body tightly, allowed him to - wanted to feel the outpouring go through me; splash me internally - awash my womb. He tensed so firmly, and lingered a thrust, yelping a bit - but searched for my lips to express his recognition of a heavenly moment - and it was. I felt the spurt flood my cervix and clung with gratitude as the feeling forced an orgasm from me. We continued kissing, until our mouths could not escape from smiling; eyes wide, noticing each other - softly now, brushing our lips.

We both stood up; him tidying and zipping; me searching frantically for my scattered clothes. But we both viewed each other doing so; displaying grins so big, they almost touched our eyes. It was my first but Scott, at last, my first time for real. It was so much more than I could have ever anticipated. But still I anticipated more.

The grinning ended as we both scuttled out the quiet room, leaving only our scent behind us - madly straightening our garments. He searched for his new wife. I for my old Scott.

I found Scott drinking alone at the bar. "Oh I see you've finally changed from that damn sexy dress," he remarked, glancing admiringly at the new outfit I wore.

I smiled deviously at him, my eyes, I believe giving my secret away. "Oh I've changed all right," I said, persisting with the smile fixed firmly, unaltered.

"What the hell have you been up to Myia?" he asked, his expression transforming dramatically.

"Just playing at being the bride darling." His eyes beamed. "The virgin bride." I paused, just for affect. "Well the bride losing her virginity to the well hung groom." This got him. He moved his face close to mine - his breathing hot and close. The people all around us suddenly became irrelevant. The shouts and hollers were drowned out momentarily. "Finally I know what a real wedding night is like."

"What are you saying Miya?" he whispered now, his hot breath wafting the tang of alcohol in my face.

"I just got fucked. Do I have to spell it out? F U C….KED."

"No stop," he called louder. "God stop it. You're driving me wild."

He was right. From then on, there was no point in us remaining at the reception. He was fidgety, and constantly stuttering and flapping when he tried to speak, attempting to hear through the wall of noise around us.

"Oh lets call a cab then," I suggested. We found a phone booth in the foyer of the hotel, and both squeezed into it. While I dialled the phone, Scott began pressing up against my leg. I could feel his cock, hard through the light material of his trousers.

"Have you still got his juice inside you?" he whispered whilst rubbing himself slowly up and down hard against me. I quietly nodded, and gave him a wicked smile. His face contorted and emitted a low moan. I realised why, he had come inside his trousers. With the movement against my body, he'd brought himself off. We just had to leave.

We removed ourselves up to the room where my bag and belongings were. I explained in more detail, the events that had transpired earlier on the rumpled bed. Scott, again, became excited, pulling down his trousers to clean off the sticky mess under his shorts. He couldn't resist pulling on his small erect cock whilst I elaborated on my experience.

"Would you like to experience it again Myia?" he asked me, furiously rubbing, pretending to clean off the stickiness from the tip of his straining cock.

"Yes Scott, but not with yours I'm afraid." I viewed his actions, feigning disdain at him blatantly massaging his manhood in front of me, looking to prolong the thrill.

"Oh fuck!" he cried out, and let fourth another short spurt of thin liquid from his cock. I was feeling quite hot again; quite in need of a repeat of before. I moved to him and took his cock gently in a few fingers. I retrieved a tissue from the bedside, and began to gently wipe him clean.

"I'm feeling like a real woman Scott," I said, mopping up the liquid on his thigh. "I'm drawn to needs I've never felt before," I continued. "I think I need more than ever to be complete." I could tell he wasn't really listening to my words, and I was not expressing them clearly. The actuality was, that I felt a drive to be fucked and left with the seed of my lover inside me, to fertilise me, to seek out my womb and allow a life to form within it; to allow a potent lover to do this to me. I craved to go all the way. That would complete my womanhood. But I couldn't express the way I felt, or why I visualised the need for this. I had seen my friend get married on this day, I had sampled what was in store for her throughout her honeymoon, I knew he would soon plant his potent seed in her to consummate their togetherness. He was clearly a man. She was his woman. I knew she would be in bliss tonight, and I understood why. My jealousy was transparent.

In the cab home, I pondered on the events and thoughts I'd gone through that evening. The driver, I noticed, had angled his mirror to obtain a view of my legs. Scott lay his head on my shoulder and stared hard out the side window. With all the powerful images, and memories stumbling through my head, I found once again feelings being evoked. So the driver would not be disappointed, I began to trace a finger along my own thigh, pretending to be unaware of his observation. Slowly I brought my skirt higher, my roaming finger moving upwards along with it.

Eventually, as the car meandered through the busy streets, my finger ran back and fourth, up and down, slowly, almost like I possessed an itch requiring soft attention, over the front of my silky white pants, trailing the shape of my enriched lips. In the same movement, I parted my legs carefully, aware of the wetness being drawn onto the interior material of my panties, soaking through, wetting the tip of my finger, and beginning to fragrance the air. Scott had closed his eyes and was breathing quite heavily into my ear.

The driver began looking more often, removing his eyes from the road frequently.

"He's had too much to drink I think," I told the him, my voice croaking and altogether husky until I succeeded in clearing my throat. I closed my eyes, reliving my memories of the evening, and softly continued to caress the area that had lived most of it.

I wasn't even aware when the cab came to a halt. The voice of the driver appeared, and disappeared in my reverie.

"Hey lady, " I was aware of words. "This is your stop."

I rescued my eyes from the darkness, momentarily startled, then staring at the turned head of the driver. "Oh sorry, I was almost asleep there." I noticed his tanned face, slicked back hair, and handsome features. One of his arms was tucked around the seat, pressed hard against the back, revealing a well worked bicep supporting a tattoo of a the illustration that goes with the 'I want you for the army poster'. The craggy face stared upon me, the finger outstretched and obtrusive.

He turned his eyes to Scott, sleeping heavily, undisturbed, next to me. "I'll lend a hand with the drunk," he offered. I smiled and nodded.

Scott was almost a dead weight. He managed to take only shuffling steps, his head lolling forwards as we carefully guided him to the apartment. We halted by the door whilst I searched for the keys in my bag. Once open, the driver took Scott himself over the threshold and through the hall.

"Where do you want him?" he asked. I opened the door, struck the light switch and ushered him onwards. We were in the lounge, and I pointed to the far away door that opened to the spare room.

"He sleeps in there tonight," I said, as the driver struggled with Scott to where I motioned. "How much do we owe you for the fare?"

I rummaged in my bag again, looking for the cash to pay. The driver soon returned and was standing next to me, smiling. "I crashed him on the bed," he uttered. "He's out for the count." His smile grew larger. "Looks like you'll be getting no fun tonight."

I suddenly felt wicked - I wonder if? - I thought to myself, viewing the stranger that stood near to me. He was well built, extremely; his tight jeans offered no hiding place for the rest of his build. He was a man after all. His tone seemed unthreatening; his looks spelt out experience.

"What about yourself?" I asked him. "You off clubbing now or what?" My heart raced, the beats powering blood vigorously around my body. I knew why. My extremities tingled somewhat as I awaited his response.

"Gosh no," he replied. "I'm finished now. Just on my way home, have a night cap and off to capture some sweet dreams."

"Oh I can offer you a night cap if you would like," I told him, grinning but not allowing too much eagerness to be conveyed. "And how much is the fare?"

"Here that would be real nice of you," he replied quickly. "Forget the fare for now."

His name was Todd, he was 24, and had been driving cabs to provide the funds to allow him to pursue his first love - wrestling. He had won a scholarship during high school, but an injury had halted his progress, and now, fully healed, he wished to take it up again and prove he could still perform. He was convinced he could take honours if given the opportunity to wrestle in an approved circuit.

I listened, as he relayed his story, transfixed by the enthusiasm it generated in him. His determination to fulfil his ambition before it became too late. The openness of his manner and ease of understanding in which he presented his views doubled my attraction to him. I relaxed fully, slipping off my shoes and curling up on the two-seater beside him. He gently placed a hand on one of my ankles that rested just upon his leg.

Images burned through my head; of earlier at the wedding. Now I found myself in the unbelievable position of having the opportunity of sampling two new men - almost side by side - in the same evening. The man with a hand caressing my bared ankle, offering most certainly a tender experience, an unhurried encounter. I was sure of this.

His hand moved upwards, probably half expecting it to be resisted; to be flung off and rejected. But I closed my eyelids, yielding a soft moan to propound my consent to him. He continued, reaching the hem of my skirt; now guiding his hand outwards along the side of my upper thigh, drifting over the back of my small satiny panties. I was acutely aware of the moistness emerging into the opposite side of the material; willing him to discover this, wanting to succumb to everything his actions proposed.

"I saw you touching yourself in the car," he whispered, directly into my ear, his warm breath sending shivers throughout me. I moaned in acknowledgement of his soft words. "Do you like flashing your cunt?"

"Yes," I whispered. "Yes I do."

"Can I see it closely, smell It, touch it?" his tongue probed my ear now as he spoke. "Does your husband satisfy it baby?"

I mouthed a silent 'no', moved around to face his lips, and found myself parting my legs slightly. He kissed me softly, tongue touching my lips, licking them; forcing the blood to flow to them, redden them. I responded, looking for a tighter connection of our mouths. But he did not allow this, he controlled the rate at which we continued to kiss...tender...nibble..flick-of-tongue.

I became quite light headed, quite taken aback by the way I was reacting to his effectual kiss. I knew this man was a worthy suitor, knew I needed to experience what he could offer, and was certain it would be worth it.

His fingers began to trace along the shape of my swollen lips, through the silky material of my panties. He pushed a single digit between them, pushing the material into the crevice, allowing it to soak up the traces of moisture that had emerged. I spread my legs as wide as my raised skirt would allow. It was bunched up - still tight around my waist - restricting my movement somewhat. With his other hand, he managed to unclasp and release it. The skirt lay abandoned on the couch. I couldn't resist pulling my own panties up tight, further accentuating the shape and wetness as his finger continued to trace along the outline. I spread myself fully, repositioning my prostrate across the couch, displaying my eagerness, offering my readiness to the occasion.

The near stranger who lay over me unbuckled his jeans with deliberate swaying motions. He knew only to well that he was in full control of the events. He reached inside them, constantly watching my reaction, and pulled free his manhood.

"Suck," he commanded, with it gripped firmly in his hand. My face was suddenly within an inch of it. It was irresistible; so thick, smooth and tantalising; so much the opposite of the one I was used to seeing. My heart raced as I caught the scent of the pre-cum, lightly tainting the bright healthy looking head. My mouth actually began to water in anticipation of the feast I was obliging myself into sampling. This was self-teasing in its most torrid form. Finally I engulfed it between my lips - moaning audibly between the drawing movements of my cheeks. My eyes caught his. He pinned my shoulders, kneeling, moving inwards, pushing it further into my receptive mouth.

I continued to suck, enjoying the feeling of having a man, a real man treat me in this way. When he was ready, he glided his cock out from my oral grasp.

"Do you want it now?" he whispered. I was licking my lips, savouring the taste that had remained on my tongue. I nodded.

He positioned his body over me and eased his hips into mine. I braced myself as I felt him push up and inside. He fucked me until I verged on exhaustion - displaying his fitness, his stamina, his expertise. I frantically gave all I could - annoyed in a way that I had never been provided the knowledge to prepare me for such a moment. Such a moment of bliss, sending me into emotional turmoil, forcing new sensations to be evoked from throughout my shivering body. I thought of Scott, his pointless gyrations that I knew so well, his predictability, his cock never managing to reach the depth I now knew was such a requirement for love - a real demonstration of what a woman MUST have. I thought of my fertility, and how it seemed only right that I allow a man, a real man, to do nature justice, for all of woman kind - past, present and future. I knew at the moment I cried out, intoxicated by a shattering orgasm, that this man must give me a child to love and share with the world.

His whole body tensed and I suddenly felt the inside of my body awash with fluid - the force of the flow flooding around, going deep, and penetrating my guarded womb. And I sensed my body willing it to continue forever. I again thought about Scott, and this chance lost, this opportunity to be fertilised by this man at this perfect moment, gone. I kissed my lover softly as our sweat mingled - our bodies still heavenly joined.

I knew that my next action would be to secure the possibility of going through all this again. I needed to repeat this moment without the hindrance of a contraceptive pill within my system. Scott needed to know my intention, accept it, and be supportive of my decision to keep my lover.