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Subject: "Insemination in September" Part 1
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Insemination in September
The leaves were begining to fall last year, and the rush was already
on
at work to increase productivity for year-end reviews. It was the
additional stress that "broke" the proverbial "camel's back".
Lauren and I had just moved to the Boston area from our hometown in
the
Midwest. The cost of living in Boston was much higher than we had
expected and money was tight, especially with the school loans coming
due.
Lauren and I had been married for a couple years, and we were trying
to
start a family.
For some reason, however, we were having trouble conceiving. I knew
that
it couldn't be Lauren. She is the picture of feminimity and fertility.
At
23 years of age, Lauren's breasts were full and her once tom-boy body
had
matured into a woman with 36-26-35 measurements. Her natural blond hair
cascades down her back to just above her firm ass.
I never thought I would ever bemoan the opportunity to fuck Lauren
silly.
But with all of the travails of city life in Boston coupled with the
increasing pressure to perform during her "ovulation phase," I found
myself viewing sex as yet just another chore on my daytimer for which
there was never enough time.
Indeed, after nine unsuccessful months of trying, Lauren was convinced
that we should go to a fertility clinic to get "checked out" if
something
didn't happen this month. Great, just what I needed: more bills that
wouldn't be covered by my insurance.
Perhaps out of subconscious avoidance, I didn't notice the "star"
notation in my daytimer that fateful Friday. Even worse, the computer
went down in my department and I had a report due for the "big boss."
So,
I found myself working well past 9:30 PM before I knew it. I dragged my
frayed nerves back home and walked in the door at about five after ten.
When I opened the door I knew I was in trouble. Lauren was sitting at
the dining room table with her arms folded across her chest. She was
wearing a skimpy, black teddy. There were candles flickering as they
had
almost burned down to the candle holder. A empty bottle of chardonney
was
turned upside down in the ice bucket.
"Holy, shit!" It all of a sudden hit me; it was a "star" (ovulation)
night. Lauren had gone out of her way to make a romantic meal as a
prelude to intercourse.
I guess it was all of the stresses taking their toll, but instead of
being contrite and begging forgiveness, I wanted Lauren to feel sorry
for
me and my lousy day. Well, Lauren would have none of it. She blew up. I
blew up. It was the worst fight of our marriage.
Looking back on it now, I guess the bottle of wine Lauren had downed
and
my stressed out mood didn't help matters. Amazingly, I can't really
remember what we said (or yelled) back and forth. All I recall is that
after about fifteen minutes of screaming at one another, Lauren went
into
the bedroom and put on a short, tight dress and high heels and headed
toward the door. As she got to the door, I do remember one particulary
clever bit of reparte':
She said "Fuck You!"
I replied "No, Fuck You!"
Then, Lauren retorted: "Maybe, but it sure as Hell won't be with you!"
The door slammed in my face and I think I kept yelling at Lauren for a
good ten minutes after she left. Man, I was mad. I certainly wasn't
going
to let her find me waiting for her dutifully in bed when she got home,
so
I went out into the den with a six pack of beer and watched the end of
a
baseball game on TV.
When I awoke, there was some infomercial on the tube. I reached for
another beer, but only found empties. Not being particularly interested
in buying a new home exercise contraption, I clicked off the
television,
leaving me in darkness except for the illumination of my wrist watch
which read 3:24 AM. Just as I was about to stumble back to the bedroom
when I heard a key in the front door lock.
Lauren swayed in, obviously three sheets to the wind. She steadied
herself against the back of our sofa and turned back to the door.
"Mike,
thanks for seeing me home. Why don't you come in and I'll wake-up my
asshole husband and we'll have a nightcap."
In walked Mike, an acquintance of mine from the city softball league.
Mike was our clean-up hitter. He's a big guy, probably 6 ft. 3 inches
and
210 lbs. He and I had not been close friends during the season, but he
seemed like a decent guy. He was nice enough to bring Lauren home given
her very inebriated state.
Lauren started to walk toward the bedroom, but her equilibrium was
also
three sheets to the wind and she almost fell over. Mike caught her
under
the armpits with his large hands reaching around and cupping Lauren's
breasts.
She thanked Mike again for his help and proceeded to kick off her
heels
so as to regain her balance. All the while, Mike stood there with his
hands full of Lauren's tits.
Lauren moved away and went into the bedroom, this time without falling
over. "Mark...Mark, get your sorry ass out of bed...its party time!"
I suppose I could have just come out of the den at that point, but I
was
still angry and now I was a bit drunk too.
After a moment, Lauren came out of the bedroom and said to Mike, "That
dick-head, he's out somewhere partying on his own. Well, to Hell with
him,
we can still have a nightcap!"
Lauren went into the kitchen and brought out a couple of beers, handed
one to Mike and proceeded to chug hers down. When she finished a saw
her
close her eyes almost as if she was going to pass out. Mike reached
over
and again steadied her by grasping her breasts. Lauren began to slur
another thank you when Mike started to kiss her.
On the one hand, I was a little jealous, but on the other hand I was
alot stubborn. I resolved myself to let Lauren get herself out of the
mess she was getting herself into.
I suppose that it was the alcohol, but Lauren didn't pull away.
instead,
she began to kiss Mike back. Their tongues were battling one another
and
Mike began to knead Lauren's breasts. Almost immediately, Lauren's
nipples became erect and were visible through her dress. She hadn't put
on a bra when she left during our argument so there was only the thin
material of her teddy underneath.
Lauren was begining to breath hard as the continued to deep kiss. Mike
adroitly was unzipping the back of Lauren's dress.
Again, commonsense would have brought any normal husband barrelling in
to put an end to Mike's moves. But, the beer and my bruised male ego
prevented any common sense from surfacing.
In one motion, Mike brought Lauren's dress over her lowered arms with
gravity taking it the remaining distance to the floor. Lauren broke her
french kiss and opened her eyes. Those crystal blues were glassy and
disoriented. Lauren shallow breathing seemed to strain as she appeared
to
summon enough will power to fend off any further advances. Yet, before
Lauren's lips could form the word "no", Mike reached his large hand
between Lauren's long legs, and began massaging the growing wet spot at
the crotch of her teddy. Lauren's body writhed impulsively as Mike
manipulated her genitals through the sopping silk material.
In what must have been a practiced manuver to prevent negative
responses,
Mike pressed his lips back against Lauren's which passively parted and
accepted his probing tongue. Nimbly, Mike's massive fingers unsnapped
the
crotch of Lauren's teddy revealing her blond pubic hair. Lauren
immediately began to squirm in an effort to break away, but Mike
slipped
his right index finger into her vagina and started rubbing her clitoris
with his oversized thumb.
As I stood in the shadows of the den, I realized that I had painted
myself into a corner. If I emerged to intervene, how could I explain
why
I had waited? More confusing was my engorged penis straining to burst
out
of my underwear. I quickly concluded that I had to rely on Lauren to
extracate herself from the developing dilemma.
Lauren seemed to be resisting Mike's onslaught, but Mike had found
Lauren's Achilles'Heel: her clit. As he increased the speed and
pressure
on Lauren's love button, Lauren capitulated somewhat and spread her
legs
wider to permit Mike greater access. Mike sensed his success and slid a
second finger into Lauren's pussy.
Maybe Lauren didn't immediately recognize the significance of Mike's
second finger, but any high school male would know that he was trying
to
loosen her up so he could quickly shove in his dick before she knew
what
was happening. Realizing that Mike was unaware that Lauren was off the
pill and ovulating, my anxiety heightened.
As Mike finger-fucked my wife, Lauren's lubricating juices flowed down
her bare legs and drenched Mike's pistoning hand. Her cunt began to
make
slurping sounds when I noticed Mike using his left hand to lower his
zipper. Lauren saw him fumbling to free his cock, too. Just as he
seemed
to get it out of his pants, Lauren looked down, her eyes grew wide and
her body convulsed in an incredible orgasm. Rather than cheating Lauren
out of her pleasure, Mike delyed his prior plan and worked Lauren's
pussy
and clitoris like a musical instrument. Time and time again, Lauren's
breasts and belly heaved and her pelvis bucked with orgasm after
orgasm.
When Lauren returned to a plateau, albeit a high plateau, she smiled
at
Mike and said "let me return the favor."
As Lauren dropped to her knees and pulled down Mike's pants and boxers
in preparation for a blow job, I thought: "Thank God! Now that she's
come,
she's regained her composure. She's only going to suck him off."
In willing agreement, Mike shifted his position to make it easier for
Lauren to blow him. It was then that I saw his cock for the first time.
I
now appreciated why Lauren's eyes had bulged. Mike's cock was mammoth;
in
length it must be an honest nine inches and in girth it appeared as
wide
as Lauren's wrist. When Lauren tried to grasp Mike's engorged member,
her
fingers could not quite encircle the rod. It was so heavy with infused
blood that Mike's dick could only point out at about a 45 degree angle.
Yet, the most prominent feature was Mike's bulbous glans which was even
larger than the remainder of his cock.
Lauren was obviously enthralled by Mike's penis. She was only familiar
with mine, which I had figured would keep Lauren happy if she didn't
know
anything better. Yet, Mike's nine inch monster was far more difficult
to
handle than my six incher. Lauren must have realized that there was no
way she could get more than a few inches down her throat.
Lauren began kissing and licking Mike's dick in an uncharacteristicly
slutty manner. But, length wasn't the real problem; it was girth.
Lauren
opened her jaw as wide as possible, but she was only able to accept the
head of Mike's cock, and then only barely without running the risk of
nicking him with her teeth. Lauren continued undaunted and began to
fondle Mike testicles in hopes of bringing him off. Mike's balls
matched
his cock in dimemsions. They were more than a handful and ripe as
grapefruit.
After about ten minutes of straining to wrap her lips around Mike's
prodigous organ, Lauren's jaw grew sore. She looked up dejectedly,
having
failed to reciprocate. Then, with apprehension apparent in her voice,
Lauren said "If you want, I guess you can fuck me ... but you'll have
to
pull out before you come."
The words rang in my ears. It was one thing to acknowledge that your
wife was about to have sex with another, better hung man. It was quite
another for her to do it unprotected, at the peak of her fetility
cycle.
Mike guided her back to her feet and swept her up into his arms. With
his cock swaying back and forth, Mike walked over to our living room
sofa
and laid Lauren down on her back. From my vantage point, I could see
Lauren's cunt clearly. It was sopping and her labia were swollen and
red
from the finger fuck. Mike waisted no time in positioning himself
between
Lauren's splayed legs. Mike's plump testicles obstructed the sight on
his
cock as it eased itself into Lauren's fertile pussy. Mike took it quite
slowly, until he was completed imbedded and his balls rested on
Lauren's
ass.
As he withdrew and began to pump it back in, Lauren started to breath
rapidly, but in a shallow fashion. This response caused Mike to quicken
his pace. Lauren sounded as if she were hyperventilating, although her
gasps were interpersed with the sloshing sound coming from her pussy as
Mike pistoned away. To my amazement, Mike balls seemed to expand even
larger as he pounded his dick against Lauren's cervix. Mike's breathing
also increased as did his vigorous grinding into Lauren's cunt. She was
all but oblivious now, and I realized that she had tilted her pelvis up
to maximize Mike's already deep penetration. She was also bucking back
to
meet his thrusts.
Concern grew inside me as Mike neared his climax. It was already far
too
risky to have allowed him entry into Lauren's receptive vagina without
a
condom, but the thought of him shooting his load near the entrance of
her
fertile womb was too much. It was time for Mike to pull out! Just then
Mike grunted, "I'm about to come!" Mike started to slide his cock out
of
Lauren's stretched pussy, but then Lauren wrapped her legs around
Mike's
waist and forcefully pulled him back until she was again fully impaled.
The sudden motion must have been too much for Mike. He groaned deeply,
his whole body tensed and his buttocks clenched as he ejaculated. I saw
Lauren's hand reach around and begin to knead Mike's overinflated
scrotum.
To my despair, Mike continued to grunt with smaller thrusts (since his
dick was already as at the very end of Lauren's vagina). As he did,
Lauren's fingers deftly stroked and squeezed and Mike's testicles
slowly
deflated. After about 90 seconds, Mike's balls were a wrinkled, normal
size. He seemed to regain his composure and looked at his watch.
Perhaps
fearing that I would walk in at any moment, Mike abruptly stood up -
his
softening member slurping out of Lauren's distended cunt. He hiked up
his
pants (through it all, Mike had never removed his trousers) and
fastened
his belt.
Mike leaned over to peck Lauren on the cheek, but she was was on
another
plane. Realizing this, and maybe concerned that he had taken advantage
of
an inebriated woman, Mike slipped out the front door without saying a
word.
I stood paralyzed in the darkness of the den. From my vantage, I
looked
directly between Lauren's spread legs, in fact one was now slung over
the
back of the sofa. Simultaneously, the sight was arousing and
terrifying.
Lauren's blond pubic hair was matted, but it was dwarfed by the gaping
opening which had once been her tight pussy. On either side was a
swollen,
bright red flap of skin that was recognizable as Lauren's labia lips.
And, oozing out of her vagina were streams of viscous fluids.
My mind was racing and all logical thoughts were jumbled. Initially, I
suppose I thought that Lauren would come to and clean herself out,
maybe
even douche. But, she just laid there, her eyes shut and her breasts
heaving in the aftermath of God knows how many orgasms.
Well, if she wasn't going to do something, I had to. I emerged from
the
shadows looking around for something to use to clean out Lauren's
soddened channel to her womb. Of course, there was nothing in the
living
room. Instinctively...desperately, I kneeled between Lauren's thighs.
The
aroma was strong and pungent. I extended my index finger in an effort
to
extract Mike's semen. Lauren twitched slightly when I made contact with
her genitals. While the dripping fluids were quite sticky, trying to
capture it with my fingers was like trying to hold mercury.
Frustrated, there was only one other choice. I closed my eyes and my
face contorted as I leaned forward and brought my tongue to the opaque
flow. The taste was salty and tangy. Initially, I recoiled, but I
forced
myself to take a deeper lick. Slowly, I became accustomed to the taste.
I
swirled my tongue trying to coax every drop of Mike's sperm out of
Lauren's cunt. As I did, I heard Lauren begin to moan quietly. She
gyrated her hips bringing her pubis closer to my mouth.
When my tongue could go no deeper down the over-enlarged cavern of her
vagina, I resorted to sucking and slurping the sticky goo out. The
noises
I was making (and, for that matter, the noises that were coming from
Lauren's pussy) were quite loud, but I was on a misson and ignored the
sounds. When I came up for a brief breath, I saw that Lauren's eyes
were
visible through the slits of her eye lids. There was a smirk on her
lips.
She grasped the back of my head and guided my mouth back its job.
After a good twenty minutes of licking, slurping and sucking every
reachable remnant of Mike's seed from Lauren's vagina, I felt I had
succeeded. I lifted my face out of my wife's cunt. My face was a sticky
mess. I am sure I had semen everywhere...up my nose...on my eyebrows...
even in my hair. It was then that I noticed that I had one hell on an
erection. I figured that it was only appropriate that I place my semen
in
the very place that I had cleansed of the invading sperm.
There was absolutely no resistance as I entered Lauren. In fact, there
was virtually no friction. Thrust as I might, I couldn't feel my dick
touch anything at the end of Lauren's vagina. Mike's onslaught had
driven
Lauren's cervix deep within. Within about a couple of dozen of strokes,
I
felt Lauren's fingers on my balls. Instantaneously, I remembered the
way
she had squeezed every last drop of sperm from Mike's testicles. I
exploded!
When I withdrew, my penis shrinking to prepubescent size, I looked
down.
I couldn't see any fluids oozing forth as had Mike's. Just as well, I
thought, my sperm is puddled on Lauren's inviting cervix at this very
moment, making its way into the womb in search of her ripe egg.
Continued in Part 2
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