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Subject: {ASSM} 'Catholic style' and 'The pill' (MF, impreg)
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Date: Tue, 01 Aug 2006 10:10:02 -0400
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Dear audience,

I've tried writing a few pieces of flash fiction lately and enjoyed them. So 
I thought I'd write a _diptych_; two short pieces written as counterparts to 
each other and meant to be read together, as a unified whole. The subject is 
impregnation - more specifically, contraceptive failure. Always a favorite 
of mine.

Excited by the prospect, I raced to tell one of my friends about my plan. 
Her only comment was that 'diptych sounds a bit like dipshit'. So much for 
my literary pretensions...

Yours, L.

(Feedback is always appreciated at leahs31@hotmail.com.)

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Catholic Style
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They kiss again, deeply, and it's about twenty seconds before they come up 
for air.

"I didn't know this was going to happen when you invited me in," he tells 
her.

"I did." She looks smug.

"It is... happening, then? Like, are we going to go to bed?"

"I sure hope so." She plants some more kisses on him, this time little 
feathery ones around the side of his face.

"Well, cool. I kinda hoped we would when I offered to take you home. I got 
us some condoms..." He pulls a two-pack out of his pocket.

She frowns. "Sorry, I can't use those. Like I told you earlier, I'm a 
Catholic - hey, I may not have gone to church lately, but you don't stop 
being a Catholic just because of that. And the Pope's not real keen on us 
using condoms, y' know?"

"I thought the Pope wasn't too keen on you having sex before marriage, 
either?"

"Well," she shrugs, "sometimes doctrine has to yield to practicality, you 
know? And, hey - we can always go to confession and get forgiven for 
everything."

"Hmm. Well.. what are we going to do, then?" He's already resigning himself 
to having to settle for a blowjob tonight.

"Let me see... I tell you what, we'll do it Catholic-style."

"Catholic-style?" He laughs. "What's that?"

"You'll see, I'll show you. And don't laugh, a billion people around the 
world are Catholic, we're the norm, you're the minority." She winks and 
starts unbuttoning her blouse.

"...Right. So I won't be needing these condoms, I guess?"

"Nope. Not allowed. Just take your pants off." She pulls the blouse off and 
slings it over a chair, pauses to give him another deep kiss on the mouth, 
and starts unbuttoning her jeans.

"Cool," he says, sticking the foil packet back in his pants. "Woah, you 
don't waste much time,  do you? I never thought Catholic girls would be 
so..."

"What?"

"Well, I thought they might be a bit more... like, shy, or repressed."

"No way," she tells him, throwing her bra on the floor, "you must be 
thinking of nuns or something. Everybody knows Catholic girls are the 
hottest."

"So I see!" He starts yanking his t-shirt over his head, trying to catch her 
up. By the time he chucks his briefs away, though, she's totally naked and 
curled in the middle of the bed, like a smug cat.

"So how do we do this?" he asks, climbing onto the bed and moving up to her, 
one exploring hand on her flank.

"Don't you know?" she retorts, turning onto her back and stretching.

He swats her ass and mock-growls. "I mean, how do we do it 'Catholic 
style'."

"Just do it to me. When you get close, pull out!"

"Fair enough," he says, and climbs on top of her. After a bit of amorous 
maneuvering and a few kisses, he positions himself between her eager thighs, 
guiding his prick into her with one thick hand. She gasps and pushes up at 
him, and he gives it to her inch by inch until her eyes roll up.

"Well I grew up a Protestant... and I dated Protestant girls... and we did 
it pretty much like this," he grunts, in between slow thrusts.

"But I bet you used condoms with them," she whispers in his ear.

"Yup," he gasps.

"Isn't it better without a condom?"

"Yup,"

"Yup what?"

"Yup, it feels better without a condom," he admits.

"Why does it feel better without a condom?"

"Because... your pussy feels fantastic! Now sweetheart, please be quiet and 
let me get on with it..."

She falls silent, with a smug look on her face, and gets on with the serious 
business of rocking her hips into his.

It's not long before his rhythm speeds up and he starts to breathe 
shallowly. "Oh, fuck. I'm really close!" he gasps. He pulls back and rises 
to his knees over her, grabbing his cock and quickly tugging it, the head 
pointed at her tits.

"No!" she says urgently, grabbing his hand. "Don't. You can't toss yourself 
off. Don't you know, that's the sin of Onan, who spilt his seed on the 
ground."

"Well, I was going to spill it on your tits, actually. So what AM I supposed 
to do?" he asks, baffled.

"Look, put it back in for a minute. Just wait till you get really close this 
time. Don't cum! but keep going until you're just about to. Then pull out 
and slide it along my pussy lips. Keep doing that til you cum. That's what 
Catholic style is! Go on," she says, opening her legs, "try it, you'll like 
it."

Looking a bit dubious, he gets back between her legs, pushes his softening 
penis back into her and starts to work it again. She starts planting hot 
kisses on his chin and neck, and it's not long before he's back at his peak.

"I'm almost there!" he hisses.

"Three more strokes," she insists, "one, two, three - quick! get out!" She 
grabs the cock as it emerges from her, presses it against her mound. She 
works her hips downwards until the hard shaft is pressing against her clit, 
then starts humping against it, holding him close with her arms and legs and 
nuzzling into his neck.

The hot, slick friction of her labia brings him off in a few seconds; he 
groans and gushes semen onto her belly, squirt after squirt. But she's not 
done yet; "Don't... you... dare... stop!" she grits, gripping his butt and 
working her pelvis frantically against him. Body fluids smear everywhere as 
she humps him; he groans and tries to pull away, but she keeps going until 
she gets her orgasm, nails digging into his back.

There is a long pause, punctuated by gasps as they both try to get their 
breath back. Finally he sits up and casts a critical eye at her. She's 
flopped back and is lying, languid and sticky, beside him.

"Look, hon," he says, "you're a TOTAL mess. Look at you! You've got spunk 
sprayed all over you - it's on your tits, it's on your stomach, it's on your 
thighs, and it's ALL over your pussy. I'm really hoping you're not pregnant 
right now. If this is the Pope's idea of safe sex, I don't think much of 
it."

She sits up and starts dabbing herself with the corner of the sheet, not 
looking in the least worried. "It's OK," she says.

"How is that OK? I don't get it."

"Don't worry, it's quite all right... I'm on the Pill!"

"Phew!" He sighs and lies back. "You had me worried."

"Yeah, sorry." She smiles at him. "I've actually been taking it for years."

"Isn't that just slightly against your religion? No, actually, let me 
guess... 'sometimes doctrine has to yield to practicality'?"

"You got it."

"And you can always go to confession, do three and a half Hail Marys and be 
forgiven?"

"You're learning fast." They grin at each other.

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The pill
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The car door slams. A few seconds later, the front door opens and a young 
woman and a young man reel in, entangled in each other and sucking each 
other's faces with abandon. Already starting to tear at each other's 
clothes, neither of them is wasting time.

These two are a new couple; tonight they met at a nightclub. They hit it off 
at once, and after dancing for an hour they decided to give her friends the 
slip and go back to her place to 'do the nasty'.

They break the kiss. "Upstairs," she says breathlessly. "Hold on - I have to 
go to the bathroom. Meet you up there."

He climbs the stairs and waits for her. Spotting a mirror on the landing, he 
pauses to check his hair, to open the top button of his shirt in a raffish 
sort of way. He quickly steps away from the mirror when he hears her 
bounding up the stairs.

"You look hot," he flatters her.

"Thanks!" she says, doing a quick twirl. "You're not so bad yourself."

"Are you ready to get it on? I've got some condoms here..." he asks her, 
feeling in his pocket for the little foil squares.

"Yeah, baby!" she says happily. "I've taken the pill."

"Oh! ... Well good. Great." he says, abandoning the search for the condoms. 
"Show me... the bedroom!"

She's already wrestling with his belt buckle, tugging him into her room. She 
gets the belt off as they stagger across the floor, entwined with each 
other. His jeans drop to his ankles, and he shuffles along for a couple of 
steps, nearly tripping up, before stopping to kick them off. She starts 
giggling uncontrollably as he tries to get his pants off, but stops with a 
hiccup of alarm when she sees his hefty erection tenting his boxers.

"I'm going to suck you," she announces. "I love to sick duck... (hic!) I 
mean I love to suck dick!" She drops to her knees, grabs the boxers and 
pulls them down to join his jeans, then starts energetically licking his 
cock. She runs her tongue up and down it like a porn star, then shoves the 
end in her mouth and does her best to inhale it.

"Woah!" he says, startled. "Let me just get my boxers off... oh well, never 
mind... hmmm.. that feels good... damn! that feels really good! ... ahh! 
ahh! mmmmm..."

He manages to get his cock out of her hungry mouth just before she drains 
his balls, and quickly steps out of his boxers, dropping his shirt on the 
floor as well. He has faint hopes of getting his watch and socks off as 
well, but by that time she's already grabbed him. She pulls him down to the 
bed.

"Your turn..." she hisses into his ear. "You can't get away with not sucking 
me as well!" She grabs him by the hair and pushes his face into her crotch, 
where she pushes it against her mound and thrusts her mons against him, 
letting out little growls - "mmmh! rrrrrr!" Beads of sweat are running down 
her forehead.

"I'm sure you'd enjoy this more if you took your jeans off," he finally 
manages to gasp out.

"Yeah baby," she replies, "fucking rip them off me! I love it..." She 
struggles out of her tight jeans, pushes him back onto the bed and straddles 
his face. Here she settles herself and begins to rock backwards and 
forwards, meanwhile pulling her t-shirt and bra off and throwing them on the 
floor. She reaches back and grabs his prick, using it to anchor herself, 
while attempting to push her clit down his throat.

She indulges herself in this way for about twenty minutes, experiencing two 
large orgasms and several small ones, before rolling off. Somehow he has 
survived the experience, and is ready for the next round.

"Are you ready to fuck me?" she asks, panting. Not waiting for an answer, 
she turns over and gets up on her hands and knees. "Do it from behind!" she 
hisses. "I love doing it doggy-style!"

"Fuck, yeah," he says, and starts to hum: "You and me, baby, are nothing but 
mammals..." Grabbing his almost painfully swollen cock in one hand, he 
kneels behind her. He thinks about trying to find the condoms in his jeans, 
but he figures he's about due for some fun, and remembers her telling him 
that she'd taken the pill. Without wasting any time, he plants his 
plum-sized knob between her pussy lips... and pushes it all the way in 
without stopping.

"OH, SHIT!" she screams. "FUCK, YOU'RE HUGE! OH GOD GIVE ME IT ALL!"

He gives her two hard thrusts. "Take that, you bi-, um, you sexy thing!" he 
tells her. Then he pulls out entirely for a moment, just so he can stick it 
in again. He grabs her bouncing hips and starts slamming her, flattening her 
ass with each thrust. Her pussy feels incredibly hot, tight and wet.

"Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!" she grunts, tits swinging. "Oh yeah! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! 
You're a fucking sex god! Fuck me till I drop dead!"

"Yeah, take it!" he grunts. He saws his meat in and out, occasionally 
pausing to give her a hard slap on her ass.

"I could fuck you for hours," he tells her.

"You better fuck me all night!" she replies, panting.

About five seconds later, he feels a disturbingly familiar sensation in his 
balls. "Shit! I'm coming already," he gasps.

He pulls her closer, shoves his cock in as far as it will go, and lets out a 
yell as he unloads into the back of her pussy. She groans and pushes back 
onto him.

Sighing, he pulls out and collapses onto the bed. He lies back and feels a 
blessed relaxation drifting over him. His cooling dick lies on his thigh. 
What great sex, he thinks. He closes his eyes. He could go to sleep just 
like this...

"EEEEEEEEE!" A sudden squeal of dismay makes him start bolt upright, heart 
hammering. She is kneeling on the bed (dripping onto the comforter, he 
notices) and staring at his softening wang.

"What's wrong?" he says.

"Where's your condom?" she says, frantically. "I thought you said you had 
condoms!!"

He frowns in puzzlement. "I do," he gestures to his pants. "But I didn't 
wear one. But don't worry!" He holds up a reassuring hand. "I'm totally 
clean. I don't sleep round. This is totally a first for me. So don't worry 
about STDs or any of that nasty shit."

"I thought you were going to wear a condom. Oh shit... I might be pregnant 
right now!" she says, pale with alarm.

"But," he says, baffled, "you told me you'd taken the pill. How are ya gonna 
get pregnant when you're on the Pill?"

She looks at him as if to say - you incredible dork.  "I meant the Viagra 
pill!"


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