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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Spooning  F-"solo" MF cons preg - by Monocle
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	The following is a work of total fiction and contains scenes of graphic 
sex.
	Content is my own (Monocle), copyright 2001, (as are the typos, and 
spelling & grammar errors), and any resemblance to persons or events living 
or dead or stories already written is purely coincidence. The reader is free 
and welcome to copy and circulate these stories within free legal forums, as 
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	Hope you like it.
	Monocle

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  |0010|	Spooning
  |0011|	by Monocle
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  (O) o 	Lyn finds a new way to get to
  /  >  	sleep. Matt finds a new way to
|  ~~    	wake up.
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Spooning by Monocle


We went to bed spooned, as we often do, but this evening I just couldn't 
seem to fall asleep. My mind wouldn't relax, and my body, though 
comfortable, wouldn't really let go. You know how that happens sometimes. 
The mundane niggling events of the workday just wouldn't leave my head. I 
tried to distract myself with songs, memories, even sheep for goodness 
sakes, but nothing worked.

I was about to excuse myself from the bed and go to the den to read or watch 
the tube or something, but stopped as I moved my hand to tap my Matt's arm. 
He was fast asleep. His long deep breaths were an instant giveaway. He 
rarely pretends to be asleep, but when he does, I can always tell, his 
breathing is never quite the same.

I sighed. It would be a chore to get him up if I really wanted to. Matt 
sleeps like a hibernating bear. It would take something akin to an air-raid 
siren in the bedroom to wake him when he's really asleep. His left arm was 
wrapped possessively over my side, elbow by my navel, hand resting against 
my right breast. His right arm lay under both of us, passing under my right 
side with the palm and fingers of that hand resting on the top of my right 
leg. Though we often slept in positions similar to this I never wondered 
until now whether his arm ever fell asleep like that. Matt never mentioned 
it, at least.

I was curled in basically a fetal position, with Matt wrapped around me like 
a giant cape. I'm pretty petite, and he's not, so I always feel... enveloped 
when we lie like this, only rarely do I find it uncomfortable or feel stuck. 
Almost always its more a feeling of security and warmth. This evening I was 
even more aware of it as I listened to him breathe and felt his chest expand 
and contract against my back. I felt totally safe. I felt happy. I dropped 
my left hand onto his and snuggled into him, content just to listen to and 
feel him for the rest of the night, or at least for now.

Sometime later I felt him get hard. A little shiver passed up my spine as I 
thrilled to the warm stiffening pressing between my legs. I read that most 
men get erections several times a night while they sleep, even if they 
aren't having sexy dreams. My Matt is no exception. His cock was pointing 
down between our legs along our bodies. It pressed into the joining of my 
legs as it tried to rise. I wondered what he was dreaming about, if 
anything. Was it sexy? Was it about us? We're monogamous, but we've both 
shared and play-acted fantasies and dreams of course have no moral 
restrictions at all.

Images and memories of past dreams and games played in my head, from silly 
things like "speeder seduces cop" and "quarterback nails cheerleader" (or 
vice versa) to elaborate candle and rose petal bath scenarios. From there my 
thoughts drifted to heavier stuff like "interrogating the prisoner" and 
"knocking up (name Matt's infatuation of the month)."

I realized I was getting turned on.

A familiar pre-arousal tingling spread through my abdomen to my sex. But 
while I'd been fantasizing, Matt had subsided. I still felt his member 
between my upper thighs, but it was softer now, not pressing into me. I 
thought for a while. I could push my way out of our cuddle, roll him over 
with effort and get his attention. He doesn't wake up to noises or jostling, 
but past experience has shown that a little brunette swallowing or impaling 
herself on his prick did work as a reveille call. But no. Even though 
sleepless, I was tired, and it felt too good now simply to have him around 
me.

If I moved my legs a bit, I could probably play with myself, masturbate in 
the embrace of my sleeping lover. That seemed like a decent idea, so I gave 
it a try, raising my left leg a few inches and reaching my left arm down 
over his, sliding over my belly into my pubic patch, to start teasing myself 
with slow caresses of my own fingertips. I was a little more ready - and 
randy - than I'd thought, and my own wetness quickly coated my fingers. I 
tried to keep as still and quiet as I could - an instinct I followed even 
though I almost certainly didn't need to worry about waking Matt. I couldn't 
help, however letting out some small sighs of pleasure and wiggling my lower 
body back against Matt just a little bit as I played.

It didn't take long before I felt Matt rising again, whether from his own 
natural patterns or in unconscious reaction to me, I didn't know. His 
hardening cock pressed against me again, but this time rose between my 
slightly parted legs. I opened them further to let it grow unrestrained. 
When I felt it press up against my perineum, I lowered my leg, trapping it 
there, and squeezing my own fingers still sliding slowly along my labia. I 
felt his cock throb in its captivity and felt its heat reflecting my own. If 
I reached down further, I could touch the head, rub my juices on it, maybe 
even tickle that extra sensitive spot on the underside.

I'm no penis expert, but am still grateful to the powers in the universe 
who/that were responsible for endowing my husband. He doesn't have one of 
those porno "monster cocks," but whatever it is (Actually, we did measure it 
once I'm just not telling) it is the perfect size and shape for me. The head 
is a little pointed, but widens enough that the feel of him entering me is 
like a force of nature stretching me open and seeking my center. Its long 
enough that, when we're making love just so, I can feel him "bottom out" and 
press against end of my tunnel. When he cums that deep in me, I can imagine 
feeling his semen shoot right into my womb. We've been doing it just so 
allot, recently.

Now, I wanted him. I was all hot and bothered by the flights of my mind, my 
own fingers, and the hardness between my legs. I wiggled forward and back a 
bit, trying to somehow move myself to get his cock and my pussy to connect. 
I grasped gently at the head to guide it to me and arched to get my body to 
line up right. But was too constrained by our body positions. Erect, he 
jutted too far forward for me to cpature him in my slit. His organ throbbed 
from the additional stimulation of my squirming. I stopped moving for a 
minute, realizing I might actually get him to climax while frustrating 
myself.

The solution was simple in concept, but hard to execute given the state I 
was now in. I had to stop everything and wait for him to relax on his own. 
So I tried. I let go my hand, and raised my leg again, so my body didn't 
squeeze him.

A long time passed. And I got hornier by the minute. I listened to Matt 
breathe, felt the hairs on his chest and legs tickle my skin, and waited for 
the stiffness pressed up between the junction of my legs to subside. The 
anticipation was agonizing. Every place we touched felt electric, especially 
down there, where he was so close to where I wanted him to be. I felt drips 
of my own excitement run over my leg to dampen the bedsheet. I grew cross 
with the cock, annoyed that it expected satisfaction right now when 
something so much better lay in store for it if it would only relax. I 
considered bringing myself off anyway, and to hell with the big lug. He 
wouldn't know what he missed. But I rejected that thought as it came. I knew 
that right now I wanted, needed him inside me.

I was getting ready to heave him over and jump on him when I finally felt 
him start to relax. I slowed my breathing to concentrate on feeling what was 
going on. I didn't want to move too soon, lest I end up right where I'd 
started, and I wouldn't be able to stand that. My heart was already beating 
fast from arousal, and now suspense added to it as I waited. Finally, the 
pressure was all but gone, and I could feel his mostly flaccid length lie on 
my upper inner right thigh.

I spread my legs a little wider and carefully reached down with my left 
hand. I grasped the soft, pliant glans of Matt's penis in my fingers, 
pointed the head right between my wet and waiting labia, and held my breath.

It didn't take long. Even in deep sleep, gentle direct manipulation of his 
cock got a reaction from Matt. He began to stiffen for a third time. And I 
almost lost him, too. My lubricated fingers slipped a bit and the head of 
the growing rod pointed off the wrong way for a moment. But I recovered 
quickly and poked him back into me. And that's all I had to do. The 
lengthening, stiffening cock pushed into me by itself. I kept my hand there 
to prevent him from slipping out, but after that first heartbeat or two, it 
was really unnecessary. I let my left leg down.

He grew inside me, and oh, god, it was the most erotic feeling! With each 
beat of his heart, his cock throbbed larger and longer, pushing deeper and 
deeper into me. I was so wet by now that the organ had no trouble nosing as 
far as it wanted to go. I exhaled loudly, like he was forcing air out my 
lungs with his steady penetration. My left hand reached back and grabbed his 
muscular thigh as I arched and pressed my ass back into him. It was like a 
hot balloon inflating inside me. No, not a balloon, it was too substantial. 
I was so sensitized from my torturous wait, I felt every ridge and vein of 
the thickening meat slide against my inner flesh. It was such a turn on. I 
whimpered as I felt it pulse, fully erect and buried in me. My inner muscles 
squeezed it in return.

I let out a low, catlike purr. But now what? Part of me wanted to just stay 
like this and keep him inside me all night, or forever, whichever came 
first. Part of me wanted a real fuck - Matt would wake up, growl, grab me 
and start thrusting, maybe even flip us into a doggie style so he could 
really "do" me, or pull me back against his chest and plow up into me like a 
machine. Part of me wanted to get off by myself, with him firmly inside me, 
along for the ride. It would be so nice to drift off to sleep satisfied, 
with a hot cock buried in me. Who knows how we'd wake up?

My left hand again sought my sex, and I shuddered at my own touch. God, I 
was already so close! My stretched pussy clamped around Matt's cock and the 
organ responded in kind with a twitch of its own. My index finger found my 
erect clit and circled and stroked it. I wanted to cum so badly, but teased 
myself to prolong the feeling. I realized I was shaking. Perspiration beaded 
on my exposed skin and made our bodies' contact areas slick. Finally I 
couldn't take it any more, and pressed into my clit, rubbing it earnestly up 
and down.

I came hard, my body jerking and quaking as the contractions hit me. I let 
out strangled grunts of climax, my efforts to keep quiet only making me want 
to scream louder. My pussy squeezed and squeezed Matt's cock, its presence 
in me perfect in every way. I came... for a long time, subsiding into ragged 
breaths and the occasional shivering twinge of aftershock.

I slid my hand down further between my thighs, allowing them to close on my 
wrist. My palm rested on the junction of Matt's cock and my pussy, my 
fingers lightly cradling is heavy balls. My body relaxed in the way that had 
been eluding me all night - the kind of letting go and settling that is 
essential for sleep. I took a deep breath and let out a long contented sigh.

Then, I heard an echoing deep intake of breath behind me. Almost 
imperceptibly, Matt's left arm tightened around me, drawing me fractionally 
back to him. Deep within me, I felt Matt twitch...and expand...and throb. 
His hips moved, humping forward once in sleep. I felt the skin of Matt's 
scrotum tighten against my hand. As I lay finally limp and passive in his 
bear-like embrace, his cock shuddered and erupted. Maybe I was already 
dreaming, because I imagined I could feel every jet of semen originate in 
his balls and surge into me. I counted three, four, five, more! Matt's 
nocturnal emissions were apparently even more copious than his waking ones. 
The sheer quantity created a palpable additional fullness inside me. I 
hardly recognized my own low, breathy groan at the strange sensuality of the 
event.

My pussy instinctively squeezed him, repeatedly coaxing from him all he had 
to offer. With his bulk filling me so completely, I supposed there was 
nowhere for the volume to go other than deeper inside. A small shiver ran up 
my spine.

Final questions fought to keep me awake. Would he soften and slip out? Would 
he wake up and wonder what had happened? Would this time be the one? 
Interesting and distracting as they were, they finally could not hold my 
mind awake any more. I felt myself smile the smallest of smiles as I at 
least drifted away, Matt's final throbs beating the path into my dreams.

.......

The sun from the window falling on my eyes woke me into a red haze. God, 
what a set of dreams! I could barely remember the details, and what traces 
remained were already fading, but the intense eroticism still echoed through 
my foggy brain. It felt deep, animal-like. Eyes still closed, I took a deep 
breath and began to stretch from my position curled around Lyn. I froze, 
though, as two sensations hit me simultaneously. The first was the heady, 
strong scent of sex - Lyn's and mine.  And no wonder, for the second 
sensation was the feeling of my hard cock embedded in my wife's heavenly 
pussy. That explained the dreams, I thought, but how did we manage that in 
the middle of the night? Was it (lucky, fantastic) happenstance? Was it 
somehow her doing? Was I somnopulating?

Pretty quickly, I realized that I didn't really care. There I was, wide 
awake, already impaling my beautiful bride, who smelled so ready I was 
nearly drooling. I had to have her. Who am I kidding? I already had her. I 
wanted to... to _take_ her. I thought back to the times I'd awakened to her 
straddling me, lifting up and lowering herself on my cock, me barely awake 
as I felt my orgasm overtake me and shoot into her. Now I could return the 
favor, if I did everything right.

It took a few minutes. I moved slowly and carefully, trying not to wake my 
Lynnie up. She's not a light sleeper, but unless she's really exhausted, the 
strangest things can disturb her. After getting rid of the light sheet that 
covered us, I moved my pillows in front of her, and slowly, carefully rolled 
her over onto her stomach. I held her close, both to keep me buried in her, 
and to make sure she didn't fall suddenly and wake up. I moved my left knee 
between hers and pushed out, separating her legs as she settled on her 
stomach. At the last minute, I moved her left arm so it wouldn't be trapped 
under her body, which might have become uncomfortable enough wake her up. I 
took my weight on my arms and knees so as not to press into her too much, 
constantly resisting the desire to start plowing her roughly and 
immediately. She stirred once or twice as I arranged her, and I stopped 
moving when she did, hoping she'd settle back down. Of course, if I failed 
and she woke up at any point, I'd just start screwing her anyway. But I now 
knew how I wanted this to go.

Finally we were there. Lyn, still sleeping, lay under me. The two scrunched 
up pillows under us raised her ass and already cock-filled pussy to me. Both 
my legs were between hers, knees apart, spreading her open. My knees, left 
elbow and left forearm supported my weight, with my hand insinuated between 
the mattress and her left breast (Lyn told me once that her left nipple 
always seemed a bit more sensitive than the right. I believe in equal 
opportunity, and like to pay attention to both her tasty orbs when I can, 
but when I _have_ to choose one...). My right hand wormed between the 
pillows and her belly, fingers burrowed through her soft pubic hair, barely 
touching her mound. My chest kissed her upper back and my head was right 
above hers. I'd pulled her long dark tresses out of the way, so I could gaze 
at her beautiful, peaceful face in profile. The smell of sex had only 
increased though my preparations, and I'd felt the slipperiness of Lyn's 
arousal along my shaft and groin as I moved her and touched her. She'd been 
mine from the moment I'd woken up, and now I was going to prove that in 
spades.

I started with my fingers, rubbing and teasing her gently. My left hand 
could do little where it was, except gently squeeze and kneed her breast. I 
did get her nipple between the lengths of my index and middle finger, 
though, and gently began pinching it between them. My right teased the folds 
of her sex and her little button.

I flexed my hips so that my cock slid in and out of her fractionally. She 
was so tight, but also wetter and more slippery than usual. Maybe she had or 
was having some sexy dreams, too. Well, if not now, she never would. It 
didn't take long before I felt her respond. Tiny movements in her hips 
pushed her back onto my cock and forward onto my fingers. A tiny whispery 
moan escaped her lips, but I'm pretty sure she was still asleep or mostly 
so.

I rubbed her hardening clit with my middle finger, sliding the index and 
fourth along her labia on either side of my slowly, shallowly pumping prick. 
Minutes drifted by and I reveled in the slippery tight feel of her around 
me, the little motions so clearly responding to my touches. Lyn's movements 
and sounds both increased, so I upped my pace as well. Then, I felt her 
startle beneath me, and gasp. Her eyes opened wide.

That was my cue. I let my right hand go wild, stroking and circling and 
vibrating her clit with abandon. I groped her breast with my left, squeezing 
her nipple between my fingers. I drew my cock over half-way out of her and 
pressed it back home, pushing her down into my hands and the pillows, 
simultaneously lowering my mouth to her ear to start whispering to her, 
telling her to cum for me.

And she did. She stiffened and shrieked as if stung. Then she shuddered, 
jerked, and grunted as the spasms wracked her. Her pussy squeezed me like a 
fist. God, how I love that feeling. Her eyes stayed open but unseeing 
through it all. I kept moving my fingers and hips slowly to keep her afloat, 
whispering to her, asking if it felt nice, telling her what a good girl she 
was, and that I had more for her.

She was till shaking from her cum when I started in earnest. I didn't want 
her to come down completely just yet. I moved my right hand from her pussy 
to the bed to help support me while I withdrew my cock most of the way, and 
spread my knees apart further, opening her legs more. Lyn's half 
moaning/half cooing voice rose as if in question, only to end in a sharp 
grunt as I thrust into her.

I fell silent. For the next minute or so I fucked her, plain and simple. I 
was fast and unsubtle, humping into my lover's sweet pussy as it still 
clenched and relaxed from her recent climax. Lyn's voice rose again, 
ululating as I pistoned in and out of her. She was confused, still part 
asleep, partly orgasmic, and I didn't let her get oriented. Her fine, round 
ass giggled as I slapped into it repeatedly.

It felt fantastic. I wanted her so badly and she was mine. Knowing that I 
had given/was giving pleasure to her was just an incidental feel-good buzz 
to the pleasure I was taking from her... in her, now. I wanted still more, 
and I took it. I pushed hard off the bed with my hands, reared back and 
grabbed her hips. Keeping the momentum, I pulled her backward and up, never 
letting my cock slide more than part way out before slamming back in. I 
ended up kneeling between her widely splayed legs still buried to the hilt, 
with her upturned ass pulled against my abdomen and her chest and head still 
lying on the mattress, a dazed expression on her face.

Now, I pulled back with my hips and forward with my hands, then reversed, 
ramming into her almost savagely. The slap of her ass and thighs on my skin 
was impressively loud. The sensation was so good that I grunted low at the 
same time she squealed. Here we were in heaven now. I repeated, pulling us 
apart and slamming us together, hearing the same sounds and loving them. I'm 
no macho man, but rught then I felt a more intense, self-aware rush utter of 
_maleness_ than I recall ever feeling before. I was fucking my woman, the 
best lay on the planet, and no one on earth had anything to say about it.

I fucked Lyn. We've made love countless wonderful, deeply fulfilling times, 
of course. We've played sexy games that ended up in bed (or on the table, or 
car hood, or radio tower...). Only rarely have we just fucked. Like this. 
No, never quite like this before. At one point, I didn't think I could or 
would have stopped for anything. The scents of our arousal, the sound of our 
slurping, smacking skin and our mingled animal voices (I never make noise 
during lovemaking) mesmerized me. My own roughness surprised and thrilled me 
- I shoved her on and off my cock as much as I drove my own body into hers. 
The feeling of her sliding up and down my shaft was incredible. Her sheath 
squeezed almost like it was trying to make me cum more quickly to spare a 
prolonged assault. It just made me want to drive further and harder.

My orgasm started the base of my spine, rising through my body, and finally 
rocketing to my brain and penis at the same time. I had the presence of mind 
to slam her back into me and grind forward into her one last time before my 
muscles locked up. I remember a slight bump of contact; my cockhead at the 
end of her passage, then everything went white. I can't remember any 
details, only impressions. There was sound - from both of us, I think. 
Repeating pressure and release. Consuming pleasure. Emptying. Love. 
Possession. Satisfaction. Power. Maybe even God.

Then, like coming down from an hour-long headrush I was back in myself. I 
opened my eyes (I hadn't realized they were closed). Lyn looked back at me 
from the bed, breathing heavily. Here eyes were now clear and intense. With 
some effort, I released my grip from her elegantly curved hips. How I loved 
those hips. Now they had red marks where I'd held her. I sank back on my 
haunches, my finally dwindling prick sliding out of her red, swollen pussy, 
followed by copious amounts of our combined cum.

I exhaled, and sank sideways, back to where I'd been sleeping, trying not to 
land on Lyn's right leg as I half-fell into place. I thought about reaching 
for a towel or something, but just couldn't right now. Lyn rolled onto her 
left side and faced me. I suppose I looked about as roughed-up as she.

"Lyn.."

"Shh."

"Lynnie, I..."

"Shhh, Matt. I know," she put her index finger to my lips. Her finger 
smelled like sex. Everything now smelled like sex. It was fantastic.

"What day is today?"

"Saturday, Matt"

"Thank God."

Lyn threw her right leg over my left and snuggled in close, her head under 
my chin. I heard her breathing slow and deepen, and felt myself slide back 
into sleep.

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The sun crept higher in the sky, more fully illuminating the sleeping couple 
on their bed. They faced each other, legs and arms draped carelessly, one 
over the other's.

The clock read 9:42.

The man stirred, stretching his long legs down and his arms out, both over 
and under the woman's torso. The woman leaned her head back, opened her 
eyes, and looked into the man's.

"Good morning"

"Morning"

9:46

"That was some dream I had last night," he said.

"Me, too." She smiled at him, then blinked a few times.

"Matt?"

"Mmm?

"I'm pregnant."

"...! Hm? How do you-"

"I just know. My mom said she knew it with both my brothers and I, as soon 
as it happened. And her mom before that."

"You sure its even the right time?"

"Oh, yes. I know, we should test in a few days or weeks, I guess. But I'm 
right. I didn't know that I'd know, I didn't know how. But I do now."

"That's crazy," hs said, looking off out the window.

"Is it? I can't really explain it. I just... know."

"Are you _sure_?"

"Yes, Matthew. Look at me. I'm positive"

"Oh. ...Wow."

"Yes. Wow."

9:52

"This is good, right? This is what we wanted?

"Ohhh, yes, my love. This is right. This is perfect."

"I always thought we'd find out by looking at stripes on little sticks or 
something. This is much better. ...Is it a boy or a girl?"

"How should I know? It doesn't work that way, silly.

"Oh. Just checking. ...I love you, Lyn. Hey! You're going to be a Mom!" the 
woman shivered at the words.

"Love you Matt. And you're going to be a Dad." The man's arms closed around 
the woman's body and hugged her to him. "...Now, fuck me."

"You want to make love after whatever happened last night... this morning... 
whatever?"

"No. I want you to _fuck_ me. Like last night. Please."

"Oh, yes. Yes."

The two bodies moved on the bed...

-End-

Spooning by Monocle



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