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Spasms gripped her belly as he suddenly drove to an absolute maximum depth in her fully stretched pussy, and his head went up as his back arched in a great curve... just at the moment the fire raged from the lust-swollen tip of his wildly jerking penis.
Sperm shot into her wetly cringing womb like molten lava from a volcano; squirting out again and again as he shrieked his climax through his tightly gritted teeth. And Sheila groaned as her belly sizzled with the heated liquid -- sharp, burning, stabbing bolts of white fire; never-ending.
He raised up, finally, the leering wide grin still cutting across his sweaty face, and she knew that it was over and done. She remained frozen and quiet, as he hovered over her, his breath coming in hot gasps.
Later, it was the sight of the sailor's smirking face that had stayed with Sheila for some time.
He had left her there naked alone, save for one important difference.
Her virginity was gone, but in its place he had left a seed implanted; a seed that was to grow in her belly and give her a child. Tommy!
She had been able to pull herself together quickly enough to make her way home before her mother and father would become suspicious of her lateness. This she was grateful for, for in her fear, she had absolutely no intention of telling her parents what had happened.
Doing so would mean admitting she was where she shouldn't have been, and though it was possible for her to lie about her state of dress at the time, if the sailor was picked up, there would certainly be conflicting stories.
Her only choice was to act as if nothing had happened -- that she had been at the choir rehearsal.
What she had not counted on was her pregnancy!
Sheila ignored the early signs of her pregnancy like she could actually wish such an event away, and this fact made it all the more difficult for her to explain when it could no longer be hidden.
It was nearly five months after the incident in the park when the confrontation with her parents occurred, and in spite of her frightened, sincerely abject, tearful confessions, her story never really sounded believable.
While she wasn't physically thrown out of her home, she did become a mental outcast, and her life with her parents became increasingly difficult as her due date drew near. It had been arranged for her to go to a home for unwed mothers.
After Tommy was born, Sheila decided she could not return home. With money saved for college expenses, she struggled on her own for a year; and when the baby was old enough to be taken to a sitter, she got a job as a file clerk with a company south of San Francisco.
She worked hard, going to a secretarial school at night, and eventually she got a good paying job as an executive secretary.
Through it all she avoided any kind of contact with her family, though not because they hadn't believed her about the man.
It was her guilty feelings, feelings she carried with her all the time, for in the back of her mind she knew that she had almost enjoyed that brutal fuck by the sailor.
Thus, Sheila put sex and men out of her mind, looking upon both as crude and brutal and dirty. She never dated men, but instead devoted her time to improving her professional life and spending time with Tommy, in the best way possible. Everything went along fine -- she believed herself happy --
With the letter typed and ready to be posted, Sheila busied herself with clearing her desk until quitting time. She considered leaving early, what with the long weekend ahead, but after having turned down her boss for the umpteenth time, she felt it wiser not to take advantage.
At five o'clock, to the second, she quietly locked her desk and walked out of the building with the rest of the office staff. Outside, she was pleased that she hadn't been confronted with Charles Thomas again, and she ran to her car in case he might be following her.
She wanted to get home to Tommy, and she didn't think she could take anymore of her boss's arguments about why she should go out with him. The three-day weekend was that much sweeter for the fact that she wouldn't be making excuses to him.
Home was a simple and small house in San Bruno -- a fifteen minute drive from work, and a source of pride for Sheila.
She had bought it when Tommy was ten, and she had worked hard to make the house comfortable for them.
It was in a typical suburban neighborhood and ordinary, but it was the center of her life efforts...
the symbol of all that she worked to achieve.
"Tommy, I'm home," she called as she entered the house.
There was no answer, but she heard the sound of water running and realized that Tommy was in the shower.
She had her coat off and hung in the closet when the running water stopped, and as she walked down the hall toward the kitchen, she called out again while passing the bathroom. "Hi, I'm home!"
"Hey?"
Sheila stopped and turned around as the bathroom door opened, and she saw Tommy standing in the hallway, a towel wrapped around his slender waist. His -head and broad, muscular shoulders were still wet from the shower, and he had a hopeful gleam in his eyes that she recognized immediately. He was going to ask a favor.
"There's something important I want to talk to you about now, ..."
"O.K., dear..."
"I'll join you in the kitchen in just a minute," he said smiling, and he hurried back into the bathroom.
Sheila smiled, only slightly annoyed by his mysteriousness; and, as she walked to the kitchen to start dinner, she couldn't help thinking about how mature Tommy had become.
Standing in front of her almost naked, he looked far more man than boy: his shoulders broad, waist narrow, and long muscular legs definitely those of a man.