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 In Defense of Polygamy part 1 By Jane Adams

   I'm not what you would call a wild, impulsive, or eccentric woman.  I
grew up in a "normal" family with normal parents and had a fairly normal
childhood.  Even now I drive a minivan to and from the local grocery store
where I buy the same food as everyone else; I take my kids to soccer games
and I sit in the bleachers beside all the other moms; in the summer, my
wrists get sore from making so many p-b-and-j sandwiches.  Sure, my body
makes me stand out a bit, but nowadays I usually hide it under conservative
skirts and blouses in public.  Besides, after five children, you would
never catch me attracting unwanted attention.  Yet within this normalcy, I
have lived a lifestyle the government wants society to condemn.  You see, I
share my husband.  And no, we are not a part of some wacked-out religious
cult.  The truth is that polygamy is the natural state of human sexual
relationships.  The hard fact we must understand is that most men are not
fit for breeding; only a few are made to populate the earth.  Nietzsche was
right about the ubermensch.  Women need to find them, share ourselves with
them, and carry their genes into the future.  And please, don't get all
women's lib on me and say that women should have multiple husbands if men
can have multiple wives.  Any woman who has gotten to know one of these
superior beings will tell you that once you are with one no other male will
ever challenge their hold on your affections.  Let me give you my own story
as proof...

   I first met Austin in college, when he was working on his PhD and I was
just a freshman virgin trying to figure everything out.  He was a lecturer
in one of my world lit courses.  The first day of class he showed up
nervous but prepared, and he immediately gained the classes attention by
launching into a wild, inspiring talk about archetypes, metaphors, and the
interconnectedness of human experience.  (He is really big on
interconnectedness) On the second day of class he made me laugh so hard I
couldn't breathe with his pantomime to Allen Ginsburg's Howl.  I said very
little in class, partly because I was awe-struck by his learned eloquence
and partly because all I could think about was having sex with him.  He
would wear these blue jeans that hugged his tight butt and tight western
snap-button shirts.  All I could think about was making those little
buttons pop off.  His teeth were impeccably white and he had a beard that
went from blonde to dark brown.  I never really liked beards before I saw
his; now I always want him to grow it out again.  After a few months, the
entire first two rows became solely occupied by women, with the exception
of one or two guys everyone suspected were gay.  It seemed Austin was
teaching to a bunch of sex-starved girls with rabid teacher-student sex
fantasies.  His smooth, sandy voice melted all of us.  Everyone in the
class, even the straight guys, would become immediately silent whenever he
would speak.  Even though he had a shiny gold band on his ring finger, or
maybe because of it, his office hours were like something out of Indiana
Jones with a bunch of undergrad girls in revealing clothing asking
purposefully vague questions to get the most face time with him.  All I
could think about that semester was how to get him to notice me.  I began
coming to class in low-cut sweaters and short skirts and I would sit near
the front.  I was sure that my eighteen-year-old 36DDs were going to
totally distract him.  But I was wrong.  He continued on as usual,
seemingly ignoring me.  I needed to have him to myself.  I needed to get
his damn office door shut.  So I came up with a plan.  With ten minutes
left in his office hours I rushed in the door one day and plopped down in
the office couch.  I acted like I was in a panic about the upcoming
midterm. As I rifled through my notes, he calmly assured me that everything
would be fine.  He was clearly trying to get me out of his office as fast
as possible.  As he offered to walk me out I started crying.  "I'm not
ready for this test, it covers too much, please help me.  I already went to
study group and it didn't help at all.  Please, you're the only one who can
help me sort it all out." I sat back down on the couch, head in my hands.
Austin stepped closer to console me and that's when I wrapped my arms
around his hips.  He didn't jerk away like I feared he would.  He let me
bring him in closer.  I pressed my head onto him and sobbed into his
crotch. "What am I going to do?" He put his hands on the back of my head
gently.  "You are way overreacting here, it's just a test, you know." I
could feel his cock stirring as I moved my face over the bulge in his
jeans. I slowly started kissed the fabric of his jeans.  He looked down at
me and let out a long sigh.  I could smell the sweet musty odor of his
penis as it started coming to life.  I felt euphoric; I felt intoxicated. I
reached to undo his zipper, but he stopped me.  "I'm not going to do this,
not here and not now.  You need to understand that this is not the right
time for this." "Please," I begged as I looked up into his blue eyes.  "I
need you.  I won't tell a soul.  I can keep secrets.  Please, let me make
you happy." I reached up with my opposite hand and grabbed the warm fabric
around his expanding member.  But he wasn't having it.  He pulled me off
the couch and forced me out of the door before I could even realize how
much I had embarrassed myself.  When I turned back he had shut the door in
my face and I heard the sharp click of the lock.  I walked back to my dorm
room in a confused state; he had not exactly said no, and I was making him
hard, but any bimbo could probably have molested him into an erection. 
Jesus, is that what I had done?  Molested him?  Whatever the case, I had
never been more turned on than those brief moments in his office, and when
I got to my dorm room I rubbed my clit for hours thinking about what I'd
done.  After I came, I cried myself to sleep.  I didn't have the courage to
even make eye contact with Austin after the "incident" in his office.  No
one else knew about it, so I felt pretty safe that I could take that moment
of uncontrolled lust with me to the grave.  December break was coming up,
and I was still a virgin.  But despite my embarrassment, I could not
imagine anyone inside of me except for Austin.  Every fantasy ended with
him.  On the last day of class I prayed that he would come over and talk to
me on his way out, but all I got was a brief wave.  The semester ended and
I made a "B" in the class, which for me was about my average.  Despondent
and somewhat relieved that I would not have to be around someone I had no
self-control with, I settled myself with the reality that I was not going
to get him and decided to just enjoy my break.  The next week my friend
Ellen and I went to a bar to try out our new fake ids.  Who should be there
but Austin.  He was sitting with a group of grad students and professors
drinking and carrying on.  I made a point to sit at the table right behind
him.  I had my long brown hair up in a pony tail and was wearing a tight
yellow t-shirt with jeans.  Ellen had on a red tank top with no bra and
white linen pants that you could see her black thong through.  Every guy in
the place stared at my boobs as I walked around the bar, but not him.  As
his table got up to leave, I almost began to cry.  Why couldn't I speak to
him?  Why couldn't we at least have coffee or something?  Was his wife so
much better than me?  But then he turned around as his party was leaving
and recognized us.  We said some brief pleasantries and then he asked if we
wanted to come to a professor's house for more drinks.  I was so excited I
literally couldn't answer, but luckily little Ellen said yes.  On the way
over, Ellen's enthusiasm for the night almost matched mine.  She kept
talking about how badly she wanted to lose her cherry and how she had
always wanted to do a professor.  She didn't even care what he looked like
really.  As she talked, her tongue made a lisp between the gap in her front
teeth.  Combined with her pigtails, she looked just like a little girl with
perky tits.  I was shocked to hear her talk so graphically about fucking a
professor.  It seems we both needed something that night.  When we got to
the party, most everyone was sitting outside on the big front lawn on
blankets drinking wine.  We sat down next to Austin who was talking about
the sky and space travel with a bunch of academic types.  I lay back with
my wine and let my desires surge through my mind.  I couldn't believe I was
with him drinking wine!  As the conversations kept swirling around me, most
of the remaining guests left to go inside.  I noticed Ellen hand in hand
with a grey-haired man in a tweed jacket.  Eventually only me, Austin, a
certain professor Cayman and his slim, blonde, thirty-something wife were
left on the grass.  Dr.  Cayman soon felt that we needed more wine and he
left to go inside the house to get some.  Then there were three.  Mrs. 
Cayman made the first move.  It took both of us by surprise I think.  She
grabbed his thigh and asked in a voice loud enough that all three of us to
hear, "does your wife know how to satisfy you, Austin?" He seemed
comfortable in this situation.  He laughed softly and said, "She tries
hard, but she's stingy with blowjobs." "That's too bad, because blowjobs
are one of the best things about sex," I interjected with my teenage
bravado.  Even though I had only given one before in my life, and I had no
idea what I was talking about, I knew I couldn't let Mrs.  Cayman
monopolize the action.  I needed him too!  "Oh, I agree sweety," said Mrs.
Cayman as she looked at me with a devilish grin.  "There are few things I
enjoy more in life than to bring a man back to arousal orally after he has
just come inside of me.  That mix of flavors is just so pure.  It's so
hot." As she said this she began moving her hand up and down the outline of
his penis but she never took her eyes off of me.  He stretched back in the
grass.  "Madelyn, where the hell is the Cab we bought in Napa?" bellowed
professor Cayman from inside the house.  "Shit," Mrs.  Cayman said as she
stood up.  "I guess I'll leave the fun all to you." I grinned sheepishly.
He was all warmed up and all I had to do was just go for it, but I was so
scared to make a wrong move I did nothing.  Luckily, he reached over for me
across the blanket.  As soon as he touched me I swooped on top of him and
our lips came together.  I'd never been kissed like I was somebody else's,
like I belonged to the person on the other end, until then.  It was the
greatest kiss of my life.  Powerful, passionate, and caring, I knew that I
would never want another man's lips on me in my life.  I had found
perfection.

   He pulled my head back with both hands and stared deeply into my brown
eyes, "I want you to know that when I fuck you right now, you are not going
to want to be with anyone else for a long time, maybe even forever.  Are
you ok with that?" What was he saying?  Was that some joke?  Of course I
would be ok with that.  I nodded yes.  "Also, I'm not going to fuck you
unless you promise you want to have my children, and you'd be willing to
start trying now." "Nothing would please me more than to have your seed
inside of me." What was I saying!  "You're not on the pill are you?" "Umm,
no.  I won't get on it either if you don't want me to." Oh my God, what was
I saying?  I didn't even know him but I was already willing to have his
kids!  My body had completely taken over from my mind.  I grabbed his shirt
and pulled his lips to mine.  Soon, I had kicked off my shoes and his hands
began exploring my body.  I jumped up and I began removing my clothes in a
hurry, overeagerly.  "Slow down.  Let me watch your body move in the
lamplight...My God, you're beautiful." Lots of men had told me I was
beautiful, but I never believed them until I heard it from his mouth.  To
this day, because he thinks I am, I feel like the most beautiful woman in
the world.  I knelt down to him on the blanket in my bra and panties.  He
touched me in all the right places, and when he inserted his finger inside
of me, my juices ran out down my thighs.  He could barely get his finger
inside, though it was the finger with the ring on it.  I loved feeling that
supposedly sacred band trying to fit inside my tight teenage pussy. 
Usually it takes me fifteen or more minutes to make myself cum, but he
brought me to climax within three.  I moaned and shuttered on the lawn as
his fingers worked around my clit in concentric circles.  After I came, he
rose on top of me.  His unbuttoned shirt dangling from his body tickled me
as he got in position.  He asked me if it was my first time and I said yes,
but I was ready.  With this, he smiled a blissful smile and undid his belt.
Then he looked up in the direction of the house.  "Hmm, it seems they've
gone to bed, all the lights are off and I don't see anyone inside." He then
undressed me completely on the blanket under the light of a streetlamp.  He
started to caress my breasts with his strong hands.  I stood up to let him
see my best features for the first time.  My breasts usually perplex men,
at least the limited boys that I had been with, and they either have no
idea what to do with them or they fixate on my giant fleshy mounds.  Austin
knew exactly what to do, he arose on his knees and suckled both nipples,
but then spent more time kissing the rest of my body; big-chested women
don't like men who fetishize their chests too much.  I pulled off his pants
and underwear in one tug.  I will never forget seeing his penis for the
first time, it was like seeing the Sistine Chapel or Chrysler Building; I
just fell in love with it.  It stood at attention in the warm night air
waiting to make me a woman.  It made me feel incredible to know I had made
it so big.  I lay down on my back and he positioned himself on top of me.
Staring into his blues eyes is the most vivid thing I remember about what
happened next.  He inserted himself into me slowly yet confidently, and
began rocking his hips back and forth steadily.  His cock was by far the
biggest one I had ever touched, but it was not so big that it overly hurt.
Breaking my partially intact hymen produced a little blood, but it wasn't
painful, even at the beginning.  I felt totally filled with his meat, I was
in ecstasy.  "I'm going to make you a momma, Jane, I'm going to give you my
seed and I want you to take care of it." "Oh God, I want to have your child
so badly, and when my belly starts growing it will make me so horny to
think about how you gave it to me." "Here it comes sweety, here comes your
future." With these words I started to lose control of my body and began
uncontrollably shaking underneath him.  I know I must have let out some
loud moans, but I couldn't hear anything in the state I was in.  He thrust
himself inside of me as deep as he could go while making this angelic face.
With a grunt, he exploded in me.  I could feel the spurts of cum against
the wall of my pussy and I came for the third time.  He lay on top of me
for a brief moment that I wanted to last forever, before rising off of me.
He stood over me with his semi-hard cock swaying in the warm night's air
and said, "You're getting pregnant right now as I look at you.  It's one of
the most beautiful sights in life, a freshly inseminated girl.  I hope you
can live up to your responsibilities as a mother.  Know that I'll be there
for you." "What about your wife?" "She's three weeks pregnant herself."
"What?!" "Listen, my wife is great, I love her deeply, but I also have to
live up to my responsibilities as they were given to me by God.  My wife
doesn't really understand this, but something tells me that you'll be able
to." As I pondered this on the grass, feeling his semen run slowly from
between my legs, a loud burst of applause rang out from in front of the
house.  It seems the party was not over.  They had turned off the lights to
get a better view!