1. The Rewards of Science

June 15, 1995
Mark

He had a reason to wake up. Lissa had her arms wrapped around him: one was under his neck and across his chest and the other, slipped in thru the fly of his pajamas, was holding his cock. Her hand was warm and soft, unlike his cock which was hard with the need to piss. Her breath was moist on his neck. It sent a liquid tingle down his spine that hardened him even further.

He turned over slightly and she woke him, giving his manhood a slight squeeze.

“G’morning, lover,” she mumbled. “It’s probably today.”

“Oh boy.” His lack of enthusiasm causing him to soften slightly. “Science Project day. Lemme get a shower.”

“Mmm Hmmm.” She kissed his neck as he slid out of bed and followed his built-in dowsing rod’s attempt to find porcelain and indoor plumbing.

He pissed ... then stripped quickly and stepped into the shower. Over the running water, Mark could hear Lissa come into the bathroom and begin her own morning routine.

“I’m really sorry, hon,” he said over the noise of the shower, “it’s just that ... I dunno. Since we’ve been scheduling everything so clinically these last couple of months, it really DOES feel like a science project instead of trying to make a baby.”

“Well, Doctor Thermometer says today is the day.” She tried to make it a joke. “So I’ll take the sample down to the clinic this morning. Maybe you could come by my office for lunch afterward – you know, after the procedure?”

He stepped out of the shower, reaching for the towel, and stopped dead in his tracks. Leaning against the door was his wife of four years, wearing red high-heels, smoky gray stockings held up by a red garter belt, and a lacy red bra. One hand was idly stroking a nipple thru the thin material of the bra and she was nibbling lightly on the crimson nail of the index finger of her other hand.

“What’s all this about?” Mark’s cock had already decided what IT thought this was about, and was getting hard in preparation.

She smiled. “I thought my science partner might like a reward.”

“Did I mention that I LIKE rewards, honey?” He was trying to remember if this was a new outfit or not. Then he decided he didn’t care.

She took the towel from his hand and rubbed it across the muscles of his chest. He was 5’11 and, in her heels, her smokey blue eyes were level with his deeper blues. She took a half step forward and pressed her smallish breasts against him. The towel in her hands dried his back.

She tossed the towel onto the floor and slithered down his body, painting a trail of kisses across first his chest and then his ripped abs. She kneeled in front of him, tilted her blonde shaggy head back and looked up at him, licking her lips. Her left hand hefted his heavy balls, “If this kind of science gets boring, you just let your boring old wife know, K?”

He reached out to steady himself against the wall as she extended her tongue to support the heavy head of his hard 7 inches. Her right hand took hold of his shaft near the base and her mouth made an “O”. Knowing that he got off on seeing her eyes, she looked up at him. She urged him forward with her hand the tiniest bit and slid her mouth down his cock.

He watched, part voyeur and part cock. Sensation in any other part of his body didn’t register at all in his brain, at the moment. Gone were thoughts of an uninteresting jack-off into the specimen bottle that had filled his mind earlier. All he could think of was the sight of a sexy blonde -- HIS sexy blonde at that-- on her knees, worshipping his manhood ... and the feel of her tongue on the head of his cock.

A long low moan escaped him. “Ohhhhhhh. Christ that’s good ... Not boring at all.”

He was hard now, and his hips began to push at her face. He rested his hand on her head and pulled her toward his groin. She prevented him from entering too far as her lips met her hand partway down his shaft. She sucked and worked her tongue on the ridge just under the head of his cock. Back and forth she bobbed on his shaft... just a few inches, but her tongue and lips worked the sensitive head. He closed his eyes and groaned.

When his balls began to tighten up, she slid her hand to the base of his cock and clamped him tightly. She took him deep into her mouth once and then quickly removed him from between her lips. With a free hand she brought the specimen bottle from the floor to the straining purple helmet of his member and pointed him into it.

Her grip on his member released and turned into a soft, encouraging milking.

“C’mon, lover,” she coo’d to his cock. “C’mon. Shoot for Mark and Lissa’s baby.”

When it was over, she got the lid back onto the bottle and then washed his cock with a cloth.

Mark pulled her to him, his semihard cock nudging her small bush of golden pubic hair. She gave him a small kiss and pushed away slightly. “No, lover. Remember how ‘messy’ I was the first month when we did it after the bottle was filled? I was SO embarrassed at the clinic. But...this is all I’m wearing under my dress today. So maybe we can be bad at lunch time.”

It really bugged him that she kept referring to good, clean, fun sex as “being bad.”

Lissa

The procedure was as unpleasant as it had been the last 3 times. ‘I can’t keep on doing this every month,’ she thought as the doctor pushed the injector into her womb. ‘Come ON you guys... ONE of you can find the egg can’t you? PLEASE?’

After the concentrated sperm was in her, she stayed in place for several minutes, to let gravity help. It was cold and uncomfortable, and no matter what she said to Mark, she hated the “Science Project” feel of the whole thing. ‘If only he didn’t want a baby so much. It’s gonna fuck with my career as it is.’ She lay there, trying to will one of the spermatozoa into finding it’s way to her egg.

She took some extra time getting re-dressed. The guys at work would understand if she looked at little ‘hot’ today... Well, 2 girls and a guy actually. Lissa Evans had been the founder of LE Software before she sold it, and the office was still in the same place, turning out the same reasonably profitable games for the game-console market. She and Mark and Carol, Shontal and Ellis had been a happy little family, and the guys all knew about ‘Project Preggie’ as they laughingly called it.

Carol took one look at Lissa when she walked into the small suite of offices and knew: high heels, stockings, a sexy wrap-around dress... not at all the usual jeans and denim shirt. “Somebody’s got a nooner,” she laughed as her boss and friend walked by.

“Damn right! You’re just envious of my assets,” Lissa laughed back and made a show of jiggling her breasts. She was only a 34B, while Carol was a very curvy 40D.

Shontal, a bouncy black woman of undetermined years, was the office’s self-proclaimed voo-doo queen. “I’s gwine light a special baby-maker candle fo’ ya and da massa,” she drawled in a very bad parody of some ante-bellum slave from an old movie. “Good luck, boss lady,” she flashed a smile and a wink, as her voice returned to its normal clipped Jamaican British accent. But she did pull a candle out of her desk and lit it.

Ellis’ desk was empty. ‘Probably pulled another all nighter,’ she thought. Sure enough, when she got around to checking the small mountain of email, the first was from the company’s prime geek: something about the animation on the bad guys’ weapons.

She didn’t look up until 12.05. Mark was standing in the door, with a big post-it note on his forehead, from Carol. “This guy said he has something to deliver to you. I already put your phone on hold until 3pm.” Carol had made the ‘o’ in her signature into a smiley face.

Mark took a step forward and she looked at him again as the door locked behind him. Tall, deep-blue-fall-in-and-get-lost eyes, sandy hair – he’d been her junior partner in the company until their first game hit. Then they celebrated by getting married and letting him do what he was really good at: carpentry and home remodeling. The physical work had turned his pasty white geek physique into tanned solid muscle.

She stood up and came around the desk. When she took the post-it note from his forehead she laughed. He grabbed her wrist in his calloused hand. Quickly he found her other hand and brought them together behind her back. He pulled her toward him. When the distance between them was one inch, he began to speak.

His voice was pitched low and soft... almost dangerous sounding. “Remember the first time?” He easily controlled her wrists with one hand while he undid the fabric belt that held her dress together.

‘The first time? How could she forget? She’d called him in when it was just the two of them... late one night. She’d pushed him back against that wall – where the couch was now – and practically raped him. Not that he’d been unwilling, but she had been the aggressor.’

“Mmm Hmmm.” Lissa’s answer was vague, but her sex was moistening already.

The dress was open, revealing the sexy lingerie she’d worn this morning. He pushed the dress back across her shoulders and tangled her arms in the fabric. He used the belt to tie her hands quickly.

She licked her lips. The anger and rough handling was not all play, she knew. Just as surely as she knew how hard his cock was at this moment, hiding behind the jeans. He pulled her nearly naked body against him, and with his hand at the small of her back rubbed her mound against his bulge. The harshness of the denim and the zipper there scratched her bush.

His hand ripped a the fragile lace of her bra and pushed it aside. One large hand grabbed at her breast and she stumbled back toward the couch. She started to protest, “Hey that hur...”

He slammed the breath out of her, crushing her body against his chest. Then he grabbed a handful of her honey-blonde hair and pulled her head back. He barely had time to say “You don’t talk.” before his mouth descended on hers in a lip-bruising kiss. When his tongue invaded her mouth, her bones turned to jelly and she could smell her own musk in the room. She tried to hump her pussy at the denim-clad bulge of his crotch.

Slowly, controlling her by that still-continuing kiss, and the handful of tit and the fistful of hair, he man-handled her back until they both fell onto the couch. He wedged her knees apart – and she put up a token resistance, knowing that he wanted that, too.

He pulled her head back more forcefully, causing first her neck then her back to arch, and her breasts pulsed against his chest. His hand slipped between their bodies and she heard the soft zzzzzzip of his pants opening.

She gasped at feeling the scalding touch of his cockhead at her lips. His hands grabbed her knees now, folding them back towards her shoulders, and he began to enter her. He loomed over her, face a rictus of aggression. Her eyes widened and a small whimper escaped. With a power she had forgotten, he lunged down at her, impaling her with his hardness. As she bounced off the couch cushions, he withdrew and pounded down at her again and again.

“AAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” Her initial scream as she came might have shaken windows across the street. But as his cock continued to drive down and into her hot sex, his hips bouncing off the meat of her thighs, and his torso thumping against her chest, all she could do was gasp for air as he withdrew, letting it rush out of her lungs with a heavy “UHHHH” at each stroke.

She was captured – yet again – by the intensity in his eyes. The dark blue had gotten, if anything, even darker. His mouth gulped air to fuel his passion, his hands pinning her knees back, alongside her ribs in a position that would have been painful if she’d had time to feel it. Instead, all she could deal with was the 7 inches of meat that he drove into her pussy. She could feel his cockhead pounding with each stroke against her cervix.

She couldn’t even thrust back at him... her mind was a blur of lust and submission and even fear. She eventually found purchase by wrapping her ankles around his neck and began writhing beneath the onslaught.

Mark began to grunt out words, timed with each thrust. All she could do was softly grunt in reply and hold him tighter.

“Gonna” – “uhhhn”
“plant” – “uhhhn”
“my seed” –“uhhhn”
“in you” – “uhhhn”
“myself” – “uhhhn”

And his body arched as he spasmed. He pushed down and in and began spurting inside her. 3...4...5 hot jets. She began to reach for her own release and was suddenly afraid he’d be finished.

But he was not. For the first time in a long, long time, he didn’t even wilt a little bit after filling her with his jism. He paused, dick buried in her, as he gasped for air. Her arms were still pinned behind/beneath her, and it was suddenly beginning to feel uncomfortable.

“Lover,” she whispered as he loomed over her, “can I....”

Her words seemed to spur him, suddenly, to action again. He hooked his elbows around her knees and gripped her head with both hands. His mouth descended on hers again in another hard kiss. He mumbled into her mouth: “Shut UP until I’m done fucking my WIFE.” And he withdrew his cock from her sloppy, cum filled cunt. Her eyes widened.

Two heartbeats later he reentered her in a single forceful stroke. She screamed her orgasm into his mouth.

Having come already, he lasted much longer this time, and the pistoning of his cock into her cunt turned their combined fluids into a frothy, white meringue that splashed on both of them as the violent sex continued. She came yet again, her vaginal muscles clenching at his invading shaft over and over and over. Finally he landed heavily on her and thrust his hips at her swampy sex, pushing his cockhead against the opening of her womb. And in a final spasm, drawing the last of his energy, Mark released his seed once more in a short but intensely powerful series of jerking convulsions.

After a few minutes of sudden silence, he lifted his torso and began to untangle himself from her. When he took his weight off her, she wriggled and suddenly found her arms had come free of the dress in all the thumping and thrashing of their violent coupling. She touched her lip where it had cut against her teeth – or had it been his? – during one of his terrifyingly erotic and powerful kisses.

He, apparently, had no words, and she was about to say something – more to fill the silence than because she had something significant to communicate – when a loud chorus of cheers, catcalls, whistles and “Oh Yeah Man”s came from just outside her door.

He answered with a Tarzan-yell, and both of them fell to the floor laughing.

 

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