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Incest Man wrote:
> http://www.incesttabooo.com/inis01.html
>
> Insemination in September
>
> Part 1
>
> 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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