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From: Larry Twitmore <larrytwitmore@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Not In the Pussy (MF, FF, cuckold, preg, anal, oral, breast-abuse)
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NOT IN THE PUSSY
By Larry Twitmore

I'm a lucky fella. I'm married to a fleshy blonde who likes to
fuck, and surprise-surprise, I like to fuck her. But sometimes
the only thing hotter than fucking my fleshy blonde wife whenever
I want is not fucking her when I want. Sometimes, we'll play a
little game where she lays there, cold and indifferent and
half-dressed, not stopping my roving hands but not helping them,
either. This will go on for an agonizing, frustrating, lovely
half-hour or so, until I get so horny and so worked up that I
demand that she gives me her pussy, and when she finally gives it
to me, I come, and come hard, in a few desperate thrusts.

We were playing this game the other night. She was laying on her
side wearing only knee-high socks, her panties, and a tight
see-through spaghetti-strap top. Only her thighs, arms, face,
neck, and the tops of her breasts were accessible. I desperately
tried to wiggle my fingers into her shirt to get at her nipples,
fighting a losing battle against her apparel. She yawned, sighed,
and rolled her eyes in boredom, but she couldn't fool me; when I
rubbed my prime finger along the front of her panties, they were
damp with broiling passion.

To make a long story a little shorter, I flipped her over and
grabbed the top of her panties. Her hands flew out and grabbed my
wrists.

"Not tonight," she said. "Not in the pussy."

"Not in the pussy?"

"No, not tonight."

"Why not in the pussy?"

"... I have my reasons."

"I'll just put it between your tits, then," I said, pulling out
my cock.

"No, not tonight. Not between the tits. Not after all the abuse
they took today."

"Abuse?"

"Why, from my customers, of course," she said. "Every single one
of them just had to slap these big titties of mine, slap them
hard. All my white tit-flesh was as pink as my nipples. All of my
clients just had to maul at them, and suck on them hard. Some
made me bend forward on my knees so they could milk them like
udders. Just yank on them. Some grabbed the nipples and pinched.
Others twisted. Some bit them, bit them hard, until I cried. I
don't know what it is about my nice big boobs that makes people
want to be so mean to them."

"Well, when you're a whore, when you're a stupid piece of
fuckmeat, people treat you like a stupid piece of fuckmeat."

"I am a stupid piece of fuckmeat, aren't I?" she said. "Just the
same, the girls need a rest. So not tonight. Not between the
tits."

"And not in the pussy."

"Not in the pussy. Not tonight."

"Your clients use up your pussy, too?"

"I've had nothing in my pussy all day."

"Why not?"

"I have my reasons."

I pushed her legs up into the air and ran my cock against her
panties, pointing it insistently at the crack of her ass. "Well,
it has been a while since I've fucked you in the ass." Actually,
she's never let me had anal. But she's actually not a prostitute,
either-- the two of us are physically monogamous and
imaginatively sluts.

"Not tonight, darling. Not in the ass."

"Your ass got a workout today too?"

"I only had two cocks in my worthless asshole today," she said.
"They were both first-timers. They had a lot in common, actually.
Both of them were married to hot blondes with big titties and
tight asses that were just made to be violated. But both wives
wouldn't let their husbands put it in her ass. But both men
recently discovered that their wives were letting other men with
bigger cocks fuck their asses for pocket-change. Does that remind
you of anybody?"

"It reminds me of you, you cheating cunt."

"I love you, too," she cooed. "And both of them called me by
their wife's name as they fucked 'her' ass for the first time.
The first one was very gentle, almost loving about it. The second
one..." She shuddered.

"The second one?"

"The second one showed me no mercy," she said. "No lube, just
stuck his big cock right up my ass. He fucked me with fast, hard
strokes until I had tears streaming down my cheeks. And then he
kept fucking my ass. For an hour. Then he pulled out and came in
my face and left. I loved it."

"You would."

"But my ass is still hurting from his massive dick. So not
tonight. Not in the ass."

"Not in the tits."

"Not in the pussy."

"There's one more hole I can think of."

"Oh, not in the mouth, sweetheart," she said.

 "Why not in the mouth?"

"Because then I can't tell you all the nasty things that are
getting you so worked up. I can't tell you about my visit with
Michael and Lynda. And I know you want to hear about Lynda and
her big, pregnant belly, you dirty pervert." She opened her mouth
in a big, toothless smile. I slipped the head of my cock in for
two discrete strokes.

"You're right about that. Then give me a handjob."

"Not tonight," she said. "Not with my hand. My wrists are too
tired from stroking Michael's big cock. I had went over there to
say hello and to take a rest after a long day of being a cheap
hooker. I just wanted to sit down, relax, and not fuck anybody.
So of course the first thing Michael does is sit down next to me
and pull out his long nine-inch wang. And he just gave me this
kind of goofy grin, and so finally I just started jerking him off
with both hands. It took him forever to come."

"Did he come on your tits?"

"I was fully-clothed."

"On your hand?"

"Then I'd have to get up and wash it."

"On your face?"

"Wouldn't I still have to get up and wash it?"

"No, you'd just sit there with it dripping off of you."

"He came on Lynda's belly."

My cock twitched. "Oh, wow. How big is it?"

"She's six months."

"Oh. Can, can you just use your tongue? Just flick it between
sentences?"

"No, not tonight," she said. "My tongue is far too tired from
licking Lynda all over. I licked the come off her belly."

I made a fist around my cock.

"And I licked her big, swollen, aching breasts."

I started jerking off, slowly.

"I licked her lips and her tongue."

I picked up speed.

"I tossed her squeaky-clean salad until she moaned."

By now I was slamming my hand vigorously up and down along my
shaft.

"I got on my knees so I could look up at her big belly and big
tits..."

I shuddered and moaned.

"...while I licked her hot, swollen pussy until she came."

"Oh, honey, I'm the one that's gonna come."

"No, not tonight," she said.

"I'm about to call bullshit on this."

"Not tonight," she said. "Tomorrow. In the pussy." She pointed to
the wall behind me.

I glanced back and saw our fertility calendar. The first red X
that denoted her fertile period wasn't until the next day.

"I want to get nice and fat for you," she said. "You'd like that,
wouldn't you? You want to knock me up, don't you? Want my pussy
to swell up. Want my tits to balloon. Want them to ache with
milk. Yes, you want a pregnant whore for a wife, don't you?"

"Y-yes."

"Are you sure you've thought it through? I might lose my libido."

"You?" I smirked.

"I might," she said. "I might not want to fuck you for nine long
months. You'll have to promise me something."

"Anything."

"I don't want you fucking other women, or jerking off."

"And I can't fuck you."

"Not in the pussy," she said with a smile. "But you'll have my
hot mouth whenever you want it. I want you to promise me that.
Whenever you get hard, even just a little, I want you to find me,
pull me by the hair, and fuck my pretty mouth until you come. It
doesn't matter what I'm doing or what I want to do. I want you to
use my mouth as many times a day as you want for nine months.
Could you do that for me, as a favor?"

"Oh, yes."

"So, now you can see why you can't put it in the pussy, or
anywhere else, tonight," she said. "I want you to save all that
come for me for tomorrow night, so I can have as many chances as
possible to get knocked up and turn my mouth into your personal
fucktoy. You'll just have to wait for that little red X on the
calendar."

Holding my throbbing cock in my hand, I stood up and walked over
to my night-table. I picked up the red pen, stepped over to the
calendar, and marked an X on the current date. I turned back to
my sexy wife with a grin, tossed the pen carelessly behind me,
and climbed onto the bed.

She laughed-- a deep, throaty, wonderful laugh-- and slid her
panties off.

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