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From: Homer Vargas <vargas111@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Pillow Talk (F/superhero, MC, preg, humor)
Date: Sat,  7 Dec 2002 16:10:02 -0500
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Author: Homer Vargas
Title: Pillow Talk
Keywords: MC, Fdom, preg
Summary: His understanding wife doesn't mind that the
Man of Steel isn't quite so where it matters most.
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.

First Posted 3/25/99
Last Edited 12/07/02

Pillow Talk (F/superhero, MC, preg, humor)
by Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com

My inspiration for this spoof is any one of the
excellent nasty stories written by C.D.E.  A good
example is, "Accidents Will Happen" (YW638)  which can
be found at http://www.akn-systems.com/files/Authors/Dar/wwwkwanderer/

Read C.D.E. for fun, even though you don't have to
have read his to enjoy this one (I hope).

We open on a typical scene of newlywed domestic bliss.
 A well-endowed, thirty-something woman, wearing
nothing but a sexy nightie and four inch red pumps is
resting on one elbow looking down into the eyes of her
new husband, a muscular hunk with curly black hair,
square jaw, and funny blue and red bodysuit.  As she
whispers words of love into the ear of her new life's
mate, she has her hand between his legs, working on
putting a nice bulge there. Apparently, she wants
hubby in a VERY good mood this evening.

Besides her sexy attire, the woman is wearing a very
self-satisfied smirk -- and with good reason.  Looking
more closely we detect a still small, but unmistakable
bulge in her tummy.  Like many brides her age, she
hadn't wasted any time between the altar and getting
that first bun in the oven.  Who knows, might she even
have jumped the gun?  Only one thing mars this
otherwise paradisiacal scene: the man looking up at
the woman does not seem nearly so happy as does his
newly-pregnant wife.

"Oh, shit, Lois!  I love it when you do that to me. 
You don't know how much I'd like to roll you over,
cram my hard prick in that hot little pussy of yours
and fill you full of jizz right now.  It's just so
FRUSTRATING!  Why did you have to be so precipitous?"

"Oh, darling, do you have to keep torturing yourself
with that?  Lots of men have trouble getting it up on
their wedding night."

"I didn't have any trouble getting it up, Lois.  I was
hard as steel until I put it IN you.  Why did you have
to line your pussy with Kryptonite?"

"I'm sorry, dear, but I was just taking precautions. 
I'd read Larry Nivin and I was afraid of what could
happen to me if you came in me full force.  I figured
the Kryptonite would just make you a little softer,
more ... human."

"Dammit, Lois, it doesn't work that way at all.  I can
... er, I could control how hard I come, otherwise I
would have blasted holes in the walls when I
masturbated."

"I never imagined that YOU masturbated.  Oh, my
darling.  How was I to know?"

"Well, you could have *asked* someone -- Batman, for
example."

"Darling!  How can you suggest that I would discuss
something so intimate with another man!"

"Well, there is Wonder Woman or Batgirl."

"Oh?  And just HOW do Wonder Woman or Batgirl know
things like THAT about you?" the woman asked, a note
of jealousy in her voice  "You told me that you ...."

"It's true, Lois, so help me.  I was ... er, am ... a
virgin.  But they are Justice League of America;
they've been briefed."

"Harumpf!  I'm beginning to think you're sorry you
married me."

"Of course not, Honey.  You know I've always wanted to
marry you.  You just kept turning me down until after
that last rescue."

"It's true, My Love.  I was SUCH a silly girl to have
waited so long to get my hands on THIS," Lois said and
slightly increased the tempo of massaging her
partner's large but still flaccid cock.  "It was while
I was being held captive by that awful Joker person
that I realized that if I were married to you and had
you to protect me full time, I wouldn't be suffering
the way I was."

"I'm glad you came to that conclusion, Lois, but I
must say you didn't really seem to be suffering that
much when I rescued you.  As I recall, you were in the
middle of your umpteenth orgasm, riding Joker's cock
like a bronco.  When I flew in, you tried to push me
away, screaming, 'Let me fuck him, you idiot!  Yes! 
Give me more of that cock, you stallion!'"

"That was what was so awful about it, Sweetie.  He had
been bombarding me with those terrible Libido-rays for
a week.  At first it was awful the way my body 
responded to the disgusting advances of him and his
henchmen.  I just hated the way my pussy got wet every
time Joker would fondle my titties or lick my nipples
or play with my clit.  It was embarrassing the way he
made me orgasm over and over again on his fingers
until I couldn't stop, begging him to slam me with his
repulsive salami.  It was mortifying to come like a
cheap whore every time he dumped his vile jism in me."

"Then why were you smacking it off your lips?"

"Sweetheart, you have no idea how they had tortured me
by then.  There were four of them.  They came at me
one after the other, fucking me like animals with no
consideration for my feelings, my needs.  Each would
mount me for no more than a half hour at a time.  And
they were maddeningly inadequate.  Only the Joker had
a cock better then eleven inches!  Then, when they'd
given me barely five or six good comes, they would
loose it, dump their load in me, and leave me to stew
in frustration.  No matter how much I pleaded or
insulted their manhood, none of them could ever fuck
me more than three or four times a day.  Well, you do
the math; I was left in torment for over 16 hours
every day with no schlong in me.

"You were fucked eight hours a day and still wanted
more?"

"Of course, Love.  Women my age are at the height of
our sexuality.  I begged them for a vibrator or at
least for then to uncuff me so I could cram my hands
into my hot horny twat to get off, but Joker refused,
claiming I would injure myself.  It was during those
long tortured hours I knew I could never be satisfied
by anything less that a Cock of Steel.  Lord knows
another week of that kind of frustration, the villain
might have made me his sex slave."

"Batman told me to be careful of you, that the
experience with Joker might have 'turned' you
already."

"Oh, don't pay any attention to him, My Pet.  He's
just jealous because I wouldn't give him a 'Thank you'
fuck for helping you rescue me.  You know it's only
you I love.  You were the one I wanted to marry and
make babies with."

"Well it didn't work out that way," the man grumbled. 
Why did you have to put so MUCH Kryptonite in your
pussy?"

"Look, I've said I was sorry, OK?" his wife replied,
annoyed at this recurring complaint.

"You're sorry but I'll go through life never able to
get hard again.  And as for getting you pregnant ...."

"Now don't be that way Honey-poo.  We've been over
this many times already.  I told you before we married
how much I wanted a big family and you promised me I'd
be pregnant before the honeymoon was over."

"Well, sure, Lois, but ...."

"And after your little accident ...."

"'Little ACCIDENT!?'"

"Whatever.  the point is, I wasn't going to be getting
tight pants from YOU!"

"Well, yes, but did you have to go down to the bar
that very night to pick up that guy ...?  What was his
name?"

"Kerr, Joe Kerr. And I've explained that, too, Angel. 
You know I had our honeymoon planned very carefully to
coincide with my most fertile period.  I'd even got my
gynecologist, Dr. Jekel, to give me those fertility
drugs to be on the safe side.  They'd made me even
hornier than usual.  My pussy had been leaking juice
all during the wedding.  I needed good hard dick in my
fertile little puss to pump me full of hot thick baby
juice that night so I'd be well and truly knocked up. 
I was heartbroken, of course, that you weren't able to
give me what I needed, but it only made sense for me
to find someone else who could.  You have to admit, he
did a good job," the woman smiled and patted her
expanding belly.

"Lois, how can you expect me to be pleased that my
wife is having triplets by some stranger!"

"Well he's not a stranger to ME!

"Do you have to remind me?  That's another thing,
Lois.  You already let him knock you up.  Why do you
have to keep going out with him?"

"Some times you surprise me, my dear.  Don't you think
it would be terrible for our precious children to find
out they was merely the result of a sordid one-night
stand with a man I picked up in a bar?  I'm doing this
to establish a permanent bond to the father of my
babies.  Besides, when I come home, I always let you
suck as much of their ... er, his cum out of my juicy
twat as you want, don't I?  And don't try to tell me
you don't enjoy putting your head between my legs and
licking clean my fresh-fucked pussy!"

"Well of course, Lois, I love lip-servicing your
pussy, but it just kills me to see you dress up in
those sexy little mini-maternity skirts and high heels
the nights you meet him at the club.  And why can't
you at least wear panties?"

"Oh, Honey, how inconsiderate of you!  Remember, other
men can't use X-ray vision to look at my pretty shaved
pussy the way you can.  When Joe has me out on the
dance floor twirling me around so my little skirt
flies up to my hips, he wants everyone to be able to
see my nice round ass and moist pink twat.  He loves
everyone seeing how my belly is getting bigger and
rounder week by week.  You can imagine how proud he is
that everyone knows it's HIS little bastard growing in
YOUR wife.  And during slow dances, he likes to pull
out his prick and glide around with it in me.  Oh,
getting filled with a nice load of cum during a
foxtrot is soooo romantic!" she sighed.

Closing her eyes, the woman drifted off, softly
singing to herself:

Heaven!   I'm in heaven.
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak.
And I seem to find the happiness I seek,
When we're out together dancing,
Meat to meat.

Breaking her reverie, she continued, "And when he
takes me back to the table with his henchm..., er, his
friends, Joe likes them to be able to finger my
sperm-filled snatch to a nice come without any fabric
getting in the way."

"I guess I can understand that, Love, but still, I'm a
nervous wreck by the time you get home at 3:00 or 4:00
in the morning with all that semen still running out
of your cunt."

"But don't you see, dear, that's just another way I
show my love for you.  Every man deserves a cheating
slutwife, especially a "super" man like you!  From
what I've read on the Internet, it sometimes takes
other men three or five or even ten years before their
wives will do this for them.  I've cuckolded *you*
from the day we were married.  And you know how hard
that was for me, being a virgin."

"A virgin?" the blue-clad man exploded.  "Now, Lois,
Angel, I don't want to pry into your life before we
were married, but everybody around The Planet knew you
were having an affair with Jimmy Olsen and fucking
Perry every afternoon on the side!"

"Well, of course, sweetheart, but they don't count. 
Jimmy meant nothing to me; he was merely the boy-toy I
used for physical release.  Nothing like a couple of
good hard fucks after a tough day at the office to
help a hard-working career girl unwind.  Sure beats
martinis!  And getting another pussy full of nice warm
boy cum at bedtime really helps a girl get her beauty
sleep.  Of course an early morning drilling from a
hard young prick that makes you come like a freight
train really puts a spring in a professional woman's
step for a new day.  As for Perry, it's just good
business for a journalist to let her editor turn her
ass over his desk for a little daily doggie fuck."

"Now if you mean that exclusive interview at the White
House, well, I had to get on the First Lady's good
side *somehow* and surely you couldn't expect me to
turn down the Alpha Male of the United States, could
you?  So, although my *pussy* wasn't a virgin for you,
My Love, my *heart* was a virgin."

"And I do love you for that, My Light, but sometimes
*I* want to fuck you, too!"

"Now, now, honey.  You don't need to fuck me to make
me happy.  Our love is stronger than that. I love the
way you can get me off with that amazing mouth of
yours.  No other man in the universe can move his
tongue like a vibrator inside my pussy the way you do.
 And the way you puff air through your nostrils onto
my clit at super speed, why, you drive me crazy.  And
I know you love the way I help YOU get off."  Lois
grinned and began working on her husband's crotch in
earnest, lapsing into baby talk, knowing how this
aroused him.  "Just because you have a softie widdle
cockie doesn't mean Mommy Wois tan't make it feel weel
dood."

"Lois, Lois!  Stop!  Oh my God, Lois!"

"Oh no.  'Her naughty widdle boy is wetting mommy Wois
det him so 'scited he's about to tum."

"Loisssssss!"

"'It's alight darling, let Mommy play with her Bid
Boy, make her Bid Boy Tum!"

"Agggggggg!!"

"Oh no!  Look at dat!  He tame in 'is pants and made a
bid messie.  Mommy's widdle boy tan't control himself
when Mommy makes 'is widdle fingy feel soooo dood, tan
he?. Tum wuns out of his widdle cockie and dits 'is
pants all wetsie."

"Oh Lois, I'm so ashamed!" the man almost sobbed.

"Don't worry, baby.  Just go sweepie and Mommy Wois
will clean up her widdle boy."

"No Lois!  I don't like the way you always want me to
go to sleep after we have ... after you make me come
like that.  It doesn't feel like real sleep.  And
sometime I dream that you're talking to me, asking me
to tell you things that only JLA members are supposed
to know."

"Now, now, hush my love.  You know when Mommy Wois
dives you a dood tum hard like that with my hand you
just get weal sweepie.  So sweepie...  Close you eyes
... ."

"No, I will NOT close my eyes.  There are still things
we need to talk about, Wois, I mean Lois!  Some of
your new friends, for example.  Take that Selina
woman; I don't trust her.  I'm sure if you would let
me run a check with the JLA database ... ."

"I will NOT have you insulting and snooping on my
friends."  Lois was no longer cooing.  "Selina is a
very nice person.  She even loves cats.  How can you
mistrust a cat woman?"

"What about the other new guy, Lew Thor? And his
mysterious wealth.  I think ... ."

"That's what's wrong, Sweetie.  Wois's widdle boy is
twying to tink when he needs to sweep.  You need to
take a widdle nappie and wet me help you forget all
these silly 'spicions."

"Maybe they're not silly ... UUUuuu"

"Oh, oh.  Mommy's boy 'as been looking at Mommy's
titties and got all horny again, didn't 'e?  'E's
frustrated 'cause 'e needs another dood tum and tan't
get hard.  Widdle boy needs Mommy Wois to help him
have a nice tum.  Un huh.  'E wikes to have Mommy Wois
rub 'is widdle fingy.  'Is widdle fingy feels so dood
and it makes 'im feel soooo 'laxed, so sweepie.  Tum
here, put your widdle head on Mommy Wois's bid soft
bweasts.  Mommy's dwowsy widdle baby tan suck Mommy's
big ole titties.  Dood boy!  Sucking Mommy's titties
makes 'er baby sooo sweepy.  Poor widdle baby tan't
keep 'is eyes open any longer.  Mommy Wois is putting
'er widdle baby to sleep with a dood tum.  'That's
right.  Dood baby ...Sooo sweepy.  Baby wants to tum
... to sweep.  Tum ... to sweep.  Tum ... ."

Lois heard a slight groan and saw another large wet
spot form in the crouch of her husband's blue tights
as his head fell limply to one side.  Waiting a few
seconds, she reached for her cell phone and punched in
the numbers.

"He's under, Stud.  ...  He'll sing like a canary this
time.  Yeah, I goaded him into fighting it hard, so
he'd go under real deep.  He tried his best to resist
me, but I 'distracted' him." <giggle>

<pause>

"Could I make him what?

<pause>

"Sure, any number of times.  There's nothing wrong
with his balls; no telling how much they can pump
out."

<pause>

"You want to do what?"

<pause>

"You mean we collect it and use it to make a whole new
crop of little supervillians?  'Poison Sprout,' 'Crime
Kitty,' Oh, Joker darling, you're a genius!"

<pause>

"Ok, but get over here, pronto."

<pause>

"Don't give me any shit, Joker.  Everything *else*
about him is still a hunk and you know getting him off
always makes me so horny I could fuck a fence post.

<pause>

"Just get your ass over here and bring your damned
fence post, you bastard.  Yeah, I love you, too, but
what am I going to do until you get here?"

<pause>

"Oh, alright, it's better than nothing."

Minutes later our scene of wedded bliss closes with
the horny bride still beside her now sleeping husband.
 "Oh! ...  OH ...  OHHUUUU! . . Fuck, yes!  YES ...
Ahiiiii!" she screams, her red heels pointed to the
ceiling as she vigorously rams a harlequin dildo
between her spasming legs.

Comments (not, anonymous, please) to: Homer Vargas
Vargas111@Yahoo.com


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