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Couples: A Trio of Sexy Short Stories (MF, spanking, FM, anal,
MF, Preg, humor) by Jack of all Trades

This work of fiction is for the entertainment of adults in
locations where it is legal. If it is illegal in your location,
don't read it! This work is copyrighted. Reposting or any other
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give you permission. I just want to know and control where it is
posted. This story may be posted as part of a review or to the
ASSM archive.

My thanks to Expert Editor, Ruthie, for her editing and
suggestions. Any errors you find are my fault not hers.

Tell me what you liked, or didn't like. Please!

E-mail address: jackofalltrades@post.com

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Couples: A Trio of Sexy Short Stories

Sometimes I get an idea for a nice story that just doesn't end
up long enough to justify a posting of its own, so it lingers on
my hard drive until that certain someday "when I make it into a
real story." Truth be told, it really is a real story and should
see the light of day. And that's how this posting came about. It
contains three short stories, each with an introduction of how I
happened to write it.

This wouldn't have happened at all if it hadn't been for Ruthie.
She came up with the idea of combining them into one group of
stories with a common title and theme - couples. Although they
are short on plot, they do have what I like to think of as a
special, hopefully charming, character all their own. They are
fun, maybe even funny. I toyed with calling them, "Jack's
Shorts." I figured if Bill Clinton could donate his, the least I
could do is hang mine out on the public clothesline for all to
see.

-----

Story #1

"Nailed" came into being one evening when I was trying to come
up with something fun to write. The word popped into my head as
a euphemism for fucking. It also brought back a memory of when I
was helping a friend build his house. He had a young cousin
helping as well. The boy would habitually sit to hammer nails
into the decking. The lead carpenter, as a joke, nailed him to
the floor through his jean jacket. The two thoughts came
together to provide the first of the stories in the trio.


Nailed (MF, spanking, humor)
by Jack of all Trades
Copyright 2000

After scrimping and saving for three years we finally had enough
cash to purchase our dream lot. Harry, my husband, had found a
contractor who would allow us to use sweat-equity in the
building of our house. They would do the initial erection, and
our job was to follow along behind and do the final nailing.
This allowed them to work at a rapid pace. After the foundation
was built the contractor and his crew only needed two hours to
lay the joists and tack down the sub-floor. Now it was our job
to nail the sub-floor securely to the joists.

"You want to nail about every six inches," John, the contractor,
explained. "Be sure to drive the nails securely into the wood.
Loose nails will result in floor squeaks." We nodded in
agreement. "I'll have the crew back here in the morning around
six o'clock. We'll get the walls erected then. Y'all will need
to be here to help, okay?"

"Okay, John, see you then."

"See you." The crew packed up their tools and left us all alone.
Our lot was the first to be built on what was to be a quiet cul-
de-sac. It was a two-acre wooded lot that would provide a
secluded retreat from our busy work lives.

Harry picked up a carpenter's pouch and tied it around my waist.
He filled the pouches with nails and handed me a hammer. "You
see the blue lines?" I nodded. That's where the joists are. You
need to nail right along the line. He picked up a pouch of his
own and tied it around his waist. Grabbing a hammer he set to
work nailing the floor. I watched for a minute to see what to
do, then I joined in. The late-evening sun was hot and I
unbuttoned a few buttons on the shirt I was wearing. Even that
offered little relief from the heat. I found myself lagging
behind while Harry kept banging away with his hammer.

"Come on, Sue, you need to get moving if we want to get this
done and get some sleep," Harry exhorted. I picked up the pace a
little bit, but I was tired and hot. Gradually I slowed back to
my lethargic crawl. Harry finished his half and started in on
the beginning of mine. I should have felt guilty but I didn't
want to waste the effort. My technique consisted of laying on my
side and hammering a few nails, then sliding forward and
hammering some more. The steady beat of Harry's hammer had a
hypnotic effect on me. Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, pause, bam, bam,
bam, bam, bam.

The sun was setting and the heat of the day dissipated. I
welcomed the cool evening breeze and for a while my pace picked
up. The breeze turned chilly later on, so I pulled on an old
jean jacket I had brought for that eventuality. I slid along the
floor, nailing as I went. I was so tired, I lay my head on my
arm to rest for a moment. I awoke to the banging of Harry's
hammer close by. I tried to sit up, but something held me to the
floor. I was on my back, my arms spread wide. I looked at my
right arm. All along it were nails driven part way into the
floor through my jacket. I looked up to see Harry standing over
me in the fading light.

"Sleeping on the job will cost you," he said. Harry proceeded to
ignore me as he finished nailing the floor. I struggled against
the nails, tried to slide out of the jacket, but I was stuck
fast.

"Come on, Harry. Fun's fun but let me up."

"Why? You weren't helping anyway," he pointed out. Bam, bam,
bam, bam, bam.

"Harry, I mean it, let me up."

"Nope." Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam. "I have plans for you."

"What sort of plans?"

"I don't know, I can think of all sorts of things to do while
you're nailed helpless to the floor."

"I won't let you."

"You don't have much choice."

"I'll scream."

"Go ahead," he chortled. "Someone may hear you. Then again, they
may not." Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam. Harry dropped the hammer.
"There, finished, now for some fun."

"I'm not in the mood for fun!" I shouted.

"I am." Harry stood over me. The look in his eyes sent something
stirring inside me. "It seems to me if you can't hold up your
end of the bargain I ought to get some sort of special
consideration." Harry sat down beside me. "Make me an offer."

"What do you want?"

"Anything and everything."

"No, if you want it you'll have to take it. I'll fight you every
step of the way."

Harry smiled a wicked smile, causing my pussy to tingle. "Oh
Suzy, I was hoping you'd see it that way. This should be fun."

"No it won't, you bastard."

"You need to be careful. I could just leave. If you tried real
hard you might get free before morning."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

The thought of being left out here all alone, nailed to the
floor, was terrifying. Harry smiled a triumphant smile. "Poor
Suzy. If you had only kept pace, you wouldn't be in this
predicament, would you? But you had to be bad, didn't you? What
happens to bad girls, Sue?"

"I wasn't bad, just tired."

"Semantics. What happens to bad girls, Sue?"

"They get punished?"

"Exactly. Last chance, name your punishment."

I suppose I could have just given in and let him fuck me. Lord
knows that would have been satisfying enough. But something made
me want to see how far Harry would take this little game. I
closed my eyes and turned my head to the side.

Harry moved and I felt his weight rest on my thighs, pinning my
legs to the floor. "An excellent choice, Suzy. The field is, as
they say, wide open. Speaking of wide open." Harry grasped the
hem of the shirt and tore it apart. Buttons popped as the
material parted, exposing my breasts encased in my bra.

"Ha! You should have thought of that before you nailed me to the
floor. Now you won't be able to get it off."

"It doesn't have to come off, dear," Harry grunted as his
fingers fumbled under my back at the catch. I felt the elastic
give when he succeeded. "Just loosen a little." His hands slid
under my bra to cup my tits. His fingers teased my already erect
nipples, squeezed the soft flesh. "You have such beautiful
breasts, you know that?" I had always thought they were my best
feature, but Harry was an ass man, and he had always told me
that it was my ass that had attracted him.

"I thought you liked my ass better?"

"Not necessarily better. You have an attractive ass to be sure,
but you're tits are magnificent too." Harry squeezed them
together pushing the bra over the top of them. The twin peaks of
my nipples stood side by side. His mouth descended to them, lips
and teeth nibbled and teased, alternating from one to the other.
I could feel my wetness escape the lips of my cunt. I tried to
rub my thighs together under him.

Harry leaned up and smiled. "Is this turning you on? You like
lying there all helpless while I play with your tits? Are you
all wet, Suzy?"

I was. Each word, each syllable seemed to have a direct line
from my ears to my clit. The words inflamed me, but I wouldn't
give him the satisfaction of being right. I shook my head from
side to side.

"Let's see." Harry's hand dug between my legs, then came back
out. "You seem awfully wet there to me. Still, you could have
peed." Harry sniffed his hand. "It doesn't smell like pee to
me." Harry slid his hands up my body, and then raked his nails
harshly down my side. I moaned at the burning sensation. "You
really shouldn't lie to me," he said. His fingers deftly
unbuttoned the top of my jeans and pulled the zipper down. He
stood up and I thrashed my legs to keep him from grabbing them.
He eventually caught them and yanked off my shoes then yanked my
jeans past my hips and off my legs. His hands reached for my
underwear and I rolled my hips from side to side to keep him
from grabbing them. Harry just laughed. He began spanking the
cheeks of my ass as each one was exposed.

"We could keep this up all night," he chuckled. "Or you could
keep your legs planted against the floor so I can't hit them." I
kept rolling and Harry kept spanking until my cheeks were hot
and sore. Each slap sent a delicious ache traveling from my ass
to my pussy. I couldn't believe how erotic the feeling was.
Finally, I gave up and my cheeks rested against the floor. "Good
girl, I knew you'd see it my way in the end," Harry chuckled. He
grasped my underwear and yanked them past my hips and off my
legs.

Harry sat back beside me. "Ready for some fun, Sue?" His hand
delved between my legs, traced the lips of my cunt. "God, you're
really wet." His fingers parted my lips, slid easily along my
slit until they encountered my clit. My hips bucked
spasmodically as his fingers glided over and around my sensitive
flesh. My breath was coming in pants while I climbed higher and
higher toward my release. I was on the edge, ready to soar when
Harry removed his fingers.

"Please, I was so close," I moaned.

"Poor little Suzy, I wasn't ready for you to come." His mouth
descended to my breasts, suckled my nipples. Enough to keep me
on the edge, but not enough to send me over.

"Please let me come."

"Not yet, your punishment isn't over." Harry kissed across my
stomach, then planted his lips against my cunt. His tongue
teased at the folds, but avoided my clit, gently lapping up my
juices.

"Please," I begged.

Harry stood up, unbuckling his belt and his jeans and skimming
them past his knees. He slid his underwear down as his cock
sprang free. I whimpered with need. "I might be enticed to give
you an orgasm. What would you offer me?"

"Anything, just let me come."

"Anything? Would you let me fuck your ass?"

Harry had always wanted to, but the thought of his cock entering
that small hole scared me. I knew it had to hurt. I chewed my
lip pensively as I thought about it. I was almost ready to give
in when Harry spoke.

"No, you aren't ready for that. I'll tell you what. I'll make
you a deal. Once a month you let me tie you up like this when we
have sex. Do we have a deal?"

"Oh God, yes!"

Harry knelt between my legs and aligned his cock with my hole. I
was so wet he drove easily inside me, our hips slamming together
and sending me crashing into my first orgasm. His thick cock
pumped in and out of me frantically, taking me higher and
sending me soaring again. His hips ground against mine, dimly I
registered someone screaming and moaning, I suppose it was me,
but I was too far gone to care. By the time Harry's cock drove
deep inside me and began spurting his seed, I was coming
continuously, deliriously. Harry rested on top of me until we
both caught our breath. God, it was fantastic. The best sex we
had ever had.

Harry stood up and pulled up his underwear and jeans, buckling
his belt. He picked up his hammer and pulled out the nails that
held me to the floor. Harry helped me to my feet and retrieved
my clothes. I dressed quickly, shivering in the cool night air.
Harry grabbed our tools and carried them to the car. I got in
the passenger seat and buckled up. Harry got in the car beside
me.

"You know, dear," Harry said as he started the car, "most people
usually wait until the house is completed before they baptize a
room."


END

*****

Story #2

One evening, Ruthie and I were emailing back and forth
discussing a story I was wrestling with. To lighten things up,
she sent me a post she had found in the alt.sex.spanking
newsgroup. In it, a guy was lamenting that he needed, but didn't
have, about 40 secluded acres where he and his wife could romp
around nude and spank each other. My mind did a quick detour
from the story I was writing and pumped out "Back 40" in the
space of an hour.

Back 40 (FM, anal, humor)
by Jack of all Trades
Copyright 2000


"Jimmy, you gonna let the back forty lie fallow agin this year?
Damn it, get off'n your duff and plow the sumbitch."

"Aw geez, LeeAnn, can't a man get a moment's peace."

"Not in my house, get your lazy ass on the tractor and get
ploughin'."

Jimmy shuffled off to the shed and started up the old tractor.
He hitched it to the plow and proceeded out to the back forty.
The sun beat down on him as the tractor and plow churned the
ground. Sweat beaded on his brow, and ran into his eyes,
stinging them. When he reached the end of the field and was
turning the tractor around for the next pass, he passed
underneath a big old shade tree. The cool shade felt so good, he
stopped the tractor to rest a bit.

The next thing he knew, LeeAnn had him by the ear and was
dragging him off the seat of the tractor. "I've had it with your
lazy ass. It's time I taught you a lesson," she berated him. She
stood him in front of the tractor tire. "Stand there, close your
eyes and don't move a muscle." He obeyed LeeAnn's orders and
felt her messing with his hands, something bit tightly at his
wrists and he opened his eyes in surprise. "God damn you, Jimmy,
I told you to keep them eyes shut. That's going to cost you."

Jimmy shut his eyes quickly, but not before registering the fact
that LeeAnn had tied his arms to the tractor. He felt LeeAnn's
fingers at his legs, then she slapped his ass. "You can open
your eyes now, boy." He hated when she called him "boy." He was
a grown man.

Jimmy opened his eyes to see his hands bound across the tractor
tire. He glanced downward and saw that LeeAnn had tied his legs
spread open to the tire as well. Her fingers worked his worn
belt, and Jimmy felt his cock spring to life. LeeAnn laughed
wickedly. "I doubt it'll be so eager after I'm done with you."
She yanked the belt through the loops of his jeans, then
unfastened the button, stripping the jeans and his underwear to
his knees.

LeeAnn stared at his bright white, pimply ass, pursing her lips
as she studied it. Quick as a snake, her hand lashed out, the
belt whistled through the air and landed with a sharp crack
against Jimmy's ass. "Ouch, Jesus, LeeAnn, what the fuck you
think you're doing?"

"Shut up little man, somebody has to plow the back forty, and
since you're too damn lazy to get off'n your ass and do it, it's
my turn. Now take your punishment like a man." LeeAnn grunted as
she landed blow after blow against Jimmy's ass. Jimmy wailed and
cried as each new blow sent fresh streaks of pain through him.
Tears rolled down his cheeks while he sobbed his apologies.
Finally LeeAnn stopped.

Jimmy heard LeeAnn moving behind him and he craned his neck to
get sight of her. She was too quick for him, and danced out of
his field of vision as he twisted his neck from side to side to
get a glimpse. Another stinging blow landed against his ass, and
Jimmy's wails started anew. "If'n I was you," LeeAnn yelled,
"I'd keep my eyes straight ahead if'n I didn't want my ass beat
anymore." Jimmy sobbed quietly, keeping his eyes focused
straight ahead. LeeAnn finished her preparations, then stepped
closer to Jimmy, her soft hand stroked his flesh, traced the
welts left behind by the belt. Jimmy whimpered as her nails
scratched lightly over his abused flesh.

LeeAnn's hand slid across his hip, then explored his groin. She
was amazed to discover his hard cock as her fingers lightly
stroked it. "This turning you on, little man? You gettin' off on
this? Shame raced through Jimmy and he could feel the heat in
his cheeks. Her words went straight to his groin, his cock
jumped in her hand. "You are, you lazy ass sumbitch, you're
gettin' off on this. You want me to keep stroking?" Jimmy nodded
slowly. Pain shot through Jimmy's ass yet again. "I couldn't
hear you," LeeAnn shouted.

"Yes, please yes," Jimmy wailed.

"That's better," LeeAnn said as she resumed her stroking. "What
do I get out of this, Jimmy? You going to plow the back forty?"

"Y-yess," he blubbered.

"No you won't, you're too goddamned lazy. Lucky for you I came
prepared to do it myself." Jimmy felt something hard and cold
slide between the cheeks of his ass. "Time to commence
ploughin', Jimmy Boy," LeeAnn said excitedly. The hard object
nestled against his asshole, then drove inside him while Jimmy
wailed like a banshee.

"LeeAnn, what the hell you doin'?" Jimmy wailed and grunted
simultaneously.

"Ploughin' the back forty, like you shoulda done when I told
you," she replied sweetly. Her groin slammed against his ass as
she bottomed out inside him with a strap-on rubber cock. She
pistoned in and out, while his groans kept a rhythm with her
fucking. Her strokes speeded up and she slammed against him
violently. "You like ploughin' now, Jimmy Boy? Am I churning
things up good?" Jimmy nodded silently as the pain receded,
replaced by pleasure. His cock throbbed and bobbed in the air
while LeeAnn drove in and out of his ass. "You gettin' off on
this?" she panted.

Jimmy didn't want to admit it but he was. His orgasm was rapidly
approaching and he was powerless to stop it. "You gonna come for
me, Jimmy Boy? You gonna shoot your spunk all over the tractor
tire? Huh, you going to come from gettin' your ass fucked. You
like this big ole dildo up your ass? Come for me, boy. Shoot
your spunk!"

A low wild groan started at the back of Jimmy's throat, then his
hips jerked wildly in rhythm with LeeAnn's pounding as spurt
after spurt of his seed splashed against the tire. Vaguely, he
heard LeeAnn's wail as she came, then he felt emptiness as she
yanked the dildo out of him. Her hand slapped his ass. "If'n you
ever want any more of this, the next time I tell you to do
something you better jump to it and get it done, you hear me
boy?" Jimmy nodded as LeeAnn took her knife and cut him loose.
"You get the rest of this heah field ploughed, then come see me.
If'n you can get it up again, I might be in the mood to play."

 From that day forward, the back forty never lacked for ploughin'
on Jimmy's farm.


END

*****

Story #3

This last story in the trio came into being while I was waiting
on Ruthie to edit another story I had in the works. I was in a
writing frenzy after being denied the pleasure by months of job-
induced withdrawal. "Oh Baby!" started off as a vague idea of
writing something funny about a couple trying to get pregnant in
the worst (best) possible way. It turned out to be quick, fun
writing.

Oh Baby! (MF, Preg, humor)
by Jack of all Trades
Copyright 2000


It seemed like a normal positive step in our marriage. Billions
of others had done it since the dawn of time. I loved Yvonne and
she loved me. So when Yvonne broached the subject of going off
the pill and getting pregnant I had no reason to disagree. Money
would be tight, but when wasn't it? Besides, the thought of
impregnating Yvonne had a certain eroticism all its own. I said
yes, and started a chain of events that to this day I can't
believe happened.

"Oh Rick, honey, thank you so much," Yvonne squealed as she came
over and sat on my lap. She kissed me hard enough to bruise our
lips, with an enthusiasm and passion she hadn't shown in a
while. This might be more fun than I thought. Yvonne licked at
my ear. I'm helpless when she does that. My cock stiffened under
her. "Let's go upstairs where I can thank you properly," she
breathed in my ear.

"You can't get pregnant now, you're still on the pill."

"I know that, silly, but we can practice," she said, giving me
her best "Fuck me now" look. I nodded and Yvonne stood up,
tugging me out of the chair. We rushed upstairs and undressed
hurriedly. Yvonne turned down the covers and we got into bed. I
started stroking her softly, cupped her breast. "No. In me, now.
I don't need anything else." I got between her legs. She was
right, Yvonne was wetter than I had ever seen her. I placed
myself at her opening and drove inside.

Yvonne arched back at me. "Yes," she hissed. "Harder, fuck me
harder!" She was like a woman possessed. Moaning and writhing
under me, she gave as good as she got. "Oh God, baby, the
thought of your big, hard cock making a baby inside me has me so
hot. Think of it, Rick," she panted, "think of me with a big
swollen tummy you gave me."

"Jesus," I grunted, driving deeply inside her. My cock spurted
madly, throbbed powerfully. Yvonne grunted and moaned, clawing
at my back, grinding herself against me as she joined me in
orgasm. I withdrew and collapsed, panting beside her. I glanced
at the clock beside the bed. Christ, it hadn't been more than
two minutes. But it was the best two minutes of my life. If
Yvonne was going to respond like this at getting pregnant I was
going to have to build a gigantic addition onto the house.

Yvonne started to laugh and I joined her. "I was pretty wound
up," she observed. Talk about an understatement.

"So was I."

"You really want a baby."

"Absolutely." Especially if she was going to act like this.

"Oh God, I love you so much."

"I love you, too."

-----

Yvonne went to see her gynecologist and he prescribed some
prenatal vitamins for her. He told her we should use another
means of birth control for a couple of months to give the
hormones from the pill a chance to clear from her system. So for
the next two months I had to wear a condom. Not my favorite
thing to do, but I was willing to put up with it to make Yvonne
happy. We practiced frequently, much more frequently than we had
before deciding to get pregnant. Except for having to wear the
condoms, I was happy with how things were turning out.

Two months after her doctor's appointment, I came home to find
Yvonne standing just inside the door, wearing nothing but a
smile. "Fuck me," she demanded. My cock immediately hardened,
threatening to burst through my pants. Yvonne hindered more than
helped as she tried to get me out of my clothes. We fell to the
floor and started rutting. Christ was she wet!

I was glad we had practiced, otherwise she would have killed me.
Grunting and moaning, slipping and sliding on the linoleum
floor, our groins pounded together. "Make me a baby," Yvonne
screamed as she came. I slammed into her and gave her everything
I had. I came so hard I felt as if I pulled a muscle in my
stomach. We lay there, panting, sweat cooling on our bodies. "Do
you think it worked?" she asked.

I laughed. "Everything sure seemed to."

"Good."

I withdrew and helped Yvonne to her feet. I gathered up my
clothing and got dressed while Yvonne got a nightshirt and
pulled it on. We ate dinner quietly, watched a little TV, and
went to bed. We made love twice more before we fell asleep.
Yvonne had to suck me to hardness before I was ready for the
third time. She took me to the edge, then lay back on the bed.
"Don't worry about me, just come inside me." I slid inside her,
thrust a few times, and gave her what little I had left. I
collapsed beside her on the bed and soon fell asleep.

When I awoke the next morning Yvonne was already out of bed. I
went to the bathroom to pee. Yvonne was there, staring intently
at a white wand and looking dejected. "Honey," I said, "it's too
soon. Those tests aren't that accurate this early."

"I know," she responded. "I was just hoping."

"Don't worry, it will happen. You need to relax about it."

"I can't help it. I want a baby so bad."

-----

The days after were repeats of that first one, although we did
make it to the bed rather than doing it on the floor. About
every three days she tested, each one coming up negative. She
received confirmation that the tests were correct when she got
her period. I never thought I would say this but I was relieved
when that happened. I wouldn't have to perform thrice a night
for a while. We took a break that week.

The next month was a repeat of the first with Yvonne more
desperate than before to get pregnant. Nothing happened. The
third month was a repeat of the second. I was exhausted,
irritable, and feeling more like a walking sperm donor than a
husband. Yvonne must have sensed this because she backed off of
her sexual demands for a few days.

We were lying in bed. "Honey, maybe we should try something
different," Yvonne suggested.

"Like what?"

"Maybe you need to keep me plugged up so none of the sperm can
escape."

"With what? Once I come I get soft."

"But there will still be something there to block it. It's worth
a shot."

It seemed logical. "We'll give it a try." By now the bloom was
off the rose, and the passion that had been there in the
beginning was exhausted. We made love normally, ending with me
on top. When I came I stayed inside her.

"How long do you want me to stay here?" I asked.

"All night."

She was certifiably nuts. "I'll crush you."

Yvonne looked pensive. "Maybe if you move this way..." We
contorted, making certain that I stayed inside her through each
move. Finally we found a position that didn't weigh so heavily
on her but wasn't very comfortable for me. I fell asleep and
sometime during the night I slipped out of her. I awoke with a
throbbing backache that didn't go away all day.

That night I suggested we try the spoon position. If I had to
stay in her, at least I'd be more comfortable. I slipped out
before Yvonne fell asleep and she wasn't happy. We went back to
the other way. My back felt like a pretzel when she got her next
period.

"Honey, I can't keep doing it that way," I complained. "I think
I'm really screwing up my back."

"That's okay, it was worth a try," she said dejectedly. "I'll
have to think of something else."

-----

She wanted me to stay inside her again, but only long enough to
get hard and come a second time. I didn't think it was going to
work. After I came the first time, Yvonne started squeezing me
with her pussy muscles. "Where'd you learn to do that?" I asked.

"They're called kegels, do you like them?"

"Yeah, keep it up." It was enough to keep me semi-hard, but not
enough to get me hard for a second time. "Sorry, baby, but it
isn't going to work."

Yvonne pulled me to her chest, licked at my ear. My cock swelled
slightly. "If you get me pregnant this month you can fuck my
ass."

"Jesus," I moaned as my cock swelled to hardness. Yvonne had
never allowed me that pleasure before. The thought of it scared
her. It was a measure of how desperate she was to get pregnant
that she would offer it as an enticement. I plowed into her,
visions of doing her ass dancing across my mind as I came.

"That certainly worked," she laughed.

"If it did, you better deliver."

"You get me pregnant this month you can have my ass anytime."

Unfortunately it didn't work.

-----

The next month after we made love, Yvonne started turning around
on the bed. She draped her legs over the headboard, with her ass
resting against it.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm using gravity to help. I read about it in a magazine."

"That's nuts."

"No, it worked for someone else. Here." She placed something in
my hand. I looked down. It was a turkey baster.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with this?"

"Take the squeeze-bulb off."

"Why?"

"I'm going to suck you until you get real close, then I want you
to come in it. After that, I want you to squirt it inside me."

I stared at her in horror. "You can't be serious. This is
insane."

Yvonne started to cry. "All I want is a baby, Rick. Is that too
much to ask?"

I could never deal with her tears. "I can't believe I'm doing
this," I said as I knee-walked toward Yvonne's face. She sucked
me until I felt myself on the verge of coming. I pulled out and
stroked myself a couple of times, weakly spurting into the
baster. I put the bulb back on and moved toward the headboard.
Yvonne spread her legs. I slid the baster inside her and
squeezed. As I did, I had a horrible thought. "You are going to
buy a new one of these before Thanksgiving, right?"

"Yes," she laughed.

Even basting her didn't work.

-----

I dreaded what she would come up with for the next month. I
decided that maybe we should take a break for a while. When
Yvonne told me it was time, I told her what I thought as I
stripped for bed.

"You bastard, you don't want a baby, do you?"

"Yvonne, how can you say that after all the shit we've been
through? I've been trying."

"Not hard enough."

"Look Yvonne, I'm getting pissed off, I've been trying just as
hard as you. Stop being a bitch!" Crack! My cheek stung where
Yvonne had slapped me. "You fucking cunt," I roared, grabbing
her and throwing her onto the bed. She lay there, chest heaving,
mouth open in shocked surprise. What I did next was rape, pure
and simple.

I jumped onto the bed pinning her under me. "You fucking bitch,
you want a baby, I'll give you a baby," I screamed thrusting
into her. I didn't care if she was ready or not. If it hurt, she
deserved it. "You're, fucking, nuts. I, can't, believe, you,
hit, me." I spat out in time with my thrusts. "I'm going to fuck
you so hard, you'll have three babies."

"You're not even man enough to give me one," she retaliated.

"Bitch!"

"Bastard!"

"Cunt!"

"Prick!"

"Yvonne!"

"Rick!"

I came so hard I saw stars. I definitely pulled a muscle. I
collapsed beside her. "Yvonne... I'm sorry."

"No, it's my fault, I shouldn't have hit you. You're right, I've
been acting crazy, we need a break."

I nodded. An uneasy truce developed and babies weren't mentioned
at all. I waited for Yvonne to let me know what she wanted to do
next.

-----

I was downstairs watching baseball when Yvonne screamed. "Rick,
come here quick!"

I rushed upstairs and found Yvonne in the bathroom. She was
clutching a white wand in her hand, tears streamed down her
face. She handed it to me. I noticed the little plus sign. "Does
this mean?" Yvonne nodded. I hugged her tightly, while she
sobbed in joy.

Eight months later, Ashley Marie arrived into the world. She was
gorgeous and perfect. We had our baby. All was right with our
world.


END

*****

So, that's my trio of short, sexy stories. I hope you enjoyed
them and will consider writing your own sexy trio.



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