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From: "Poison Ivan" <poisoniv1@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} P2C: "Let's Make A Baby" by Poison Ivan (MF rom)
Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2001 07:10:03 -0400
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The following work of fiction contains sexual activities between
consenting adults. If you are too young, too uptight, or your
local government is too oppressive, you should stop reading now.

The following story is in the public domain. While you are
legally free to do anything you like with it, out of courtesy to
the author, I ask that you leave my name and contact information
with this story.




Let's Make A Baby
By Poison Ivan


The temperature finally broke after two weeks of sweltering
Indian summer. He went to bed earlier than usual. Without him,
their small house was quiet. As the evening light faded, she
watched something on TV, but she couldn't concentrate, so she
straightened up a little and went to join him in bed.

When she opened the bedroom door, she was greeted by the sparkle
of candles, dozens of them around the room.

He stood near the bed, and he was naked. "What do you think,
honey?" he said. "Let's make a baby."


                              * * *


     She knew it was coming eventually, but he still managed to
     surprise her. They were sitting together on a bench, looking
     out over the sparkling lake. Geese swam by, and blackbirds
     flapped in the reeds. The crowd streamed along the trail
     around the lake: girls zipping on skates, strollers pushed
     by moms, joggers bouncing along. He was quiet, but that was
     a side of him she didn't mind. They sat silently, their
     fingers entwined.

     Then, out of the blue, he got down on one knee. He placed
     the diamond ring over her finger and looked up into her
     eyes.

     "Will you marry me?"

     She was stunned by how beautiful the ring was. The stone
     wasn't especially large, but the sparkle was breathtaking.
     Tears welled in her eyes. She looked at his face, at his
     nervous smile. "Of course!" she said, and she broke into
     sobs.


                              * * *


Tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

"It's OK," he said, moving towards her. His penis began to rise
as he approached, and it wagged back and forth like it was waving
hello. The flickering light made it look like his naked skin was
on fire. Her emotions all twisted up, she lost the tears and
almost burst into giggles.

She felt his breath on her face. He reached for the buttons of
her blouse. "Here, let me help you take off your clothes," he
said.


                              * * *


     She helped him move from his apartment to a small house.
     They'd known each other for a little while, and she didn't
     have anything to do for the weekend, so, when he mentioned
     the move, she volunteered to lend a hand.

     By the time they were done, brown boxes were stacked high in
     the living room. His T-shirt was spotted with sweat and his
     hair was a mess, but his quick grin and happy eyes made her
     curious. She helped him carry a box spring and dresser into
     his new bedroom, and she thought of him sleeping alone
     there.

     He bought pizza for everyone who helped. There was something
     in the air, though; the other helpers left, smiling slyly.

     So they were alone together with far too much pizza. She
     knew she looked a mess after working all day, but he didn't
     seem to care. She caught him glancing at her breasts. _Men_,
     she thought, but she was not really annoyed. She let the
     possibility enter her head, and she smiled. It was OK. She
     liked that he wanted to look at her that way.


                              * * *


He looked intently at her breasts, petted them, his fingers
lightly brushing across the skin. He circled her areola with ever-
increasing pressure.

She reached for his penis, found its rigid length. She traced
along his long, hard shaft and rubbed her thumb against the
spongy head.

He pinched her nipples, and she could not hold back a groan. Her
nipples swelled with want.


                              * * *


     "My ex-husband was OK, I suppose, but I couldn't give him
     what he wanted." She sighed. "So he had an affair. And we
     got a dissolution."

     "I'm divorced too," he said. "Twice. My first wife said she
     just didn't love me any more. And the second time was a
     stupid mistake. I should never have got married again so
     soon."

     He paused between sentences, like he was choosing his words
     carefully. He wasn't telling the whole story, that was
     certain. But she had left out critical details, too.

     She felt motherly towards him. She reached for his hand.


                              * * *


His finger reached into her sex, delved its way between, and
moved slowly up and down through her. She overflowed with desire,
and he used her oil to slick his strokes.

She opened her thighs wide and hugged herself tightly. She
reveled in the feeling in her cunt. He flicked his finger lightly
across her clit, over and over.

"Don't tease me," she said. "Let's make love now. Let's make a
baby."


                              * * *


     She planned to show him off to her family at the summer
     reunion, but they spent most of their time organizing the
     children's games. While the adults played cards or went
     golfing, they urged the older kids to play volleyball, and
     helped the younger ones gather flowers along the stream.

     "Why don't you bring your beau over and introduce us?" her
     aunt had said.

     But they never seemed to have much time. The kids were
     having a lot of fun, and he seemed to enjoy refereeing the
     volleyball matches.

     At night, after everyone had gone to sleep, they sneaked
     behind the cabins and made out like teenagers.


                              * * *


He was on top of her, his hips between her thighs, his penis
jabbing between her legs. He looked straight into her eyes. "Are
you ready?" he panted.

She had never been more ready.


                              * * *


     "Does it bother you, not having children?"

     "Oh, sure. When I was young, I always imagined I'd be a
     father. What about you?"

     "Sometimes I get so sad about it I cry."

     "It doesn't seem fair, does it?"


                              * * *


She spread her legs wide and welcomed him in. He was on top, and
his body seemed to envelop her. It was like she was completely
wrapped inside him. Except for his penis, the one part of _him_
that was inside _her_.

He pumped slowly, evenly, and she rocked her hips with him. She
loved the weight of him. The feel of his body all over her. She
writhed beneath him, trying to somehow increase the contact.

Every time he withdrew, she could feel the friction of his cock
across her swollen little clit.


                              * * *


     It wasn't fair that their wedding was a small one. She loved
     him more than she ever loved her first husband, so why
     couldn't her second wedding measure up to the first?

     But they were too old, and it didn't seem right. So they
     only invited close friends and family.

     Afterwards, when they retreated to the hotel room, they made
     love for the first time as husband and wife. And she was
     glad they were alone together and there wasn't the pressure
     of 200 guests. "I love you," he said, his penis swollen
     inside her. They held each other tight.


                              * * *


Her whole body contracted, like she was being drawn into her own
womb. And he drove inwards again, and her tension climbed, and he
slowly withdrew, and she felt herself releasing, releasing with
him.

"Oh, baby, oh!" he said.

And she exploded.


                              * * *


     "I had a difficult miscarriage when I was 28. I had to have
     my tubes tied after that."

     "For me, I had meningitis. I almost died. A couple years
     later when my first wife couldn't get pregnant, we found out
     my sperm count was almost non-existent."

     "I guess we don't need to worry about birth control, do we?"

     "No, I guess we don't."


                              * * *


"Oh God," he cried, and with one final thrust he found the depths
of her, touching her in a place that had never felt a man before.
She could feel him throbbing there, his cock shuddering like a
child's body wracked with sobs.

His penis shrank inside her. She felt flooded with the mix of
their juices.

He rested his head on her breast. "I think we did it," he panted.

She tried to hold on to the fantasy, fighting desperately not to
cry. She bit her lip and took a deep breath. She pulled his body
close and kissed the hair on top of his head.

Yes, what he said was true. It was true enough.




Comments? Good or bad, I'd love to hear them. Email me at
poisoniv1@hotmail.com. Or you can find more stories like this on
my website, http://bounce.to/poisoniv1.

Let's Make A Baby
By Poison Ivan

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