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   MF wl preg oral

   Tim handed Sally the kit he'd picked up at the drugstore.  He held his
breath while she took it into the bathroom.  They'd not been sure they were
ready for kids.  He could easily have decided no.  But, having decided yes,
each succeeding month's disappointment was greater.  They'd gone through
the end of winter, all of spring, and most of the summer with negative
results.  'Making a baby' was indeed fun, but they'd begun thinking of the
alternative sexual practices that had enlivened their past as 'wasting
sperm.'

   Sally came out holding the stick out to him.  He didn't need to read it,
but he did.

   "It clearly says 'pregnant.'" Sally said.

   "Not as clearly as your face.  We could have saved on electricity; your
smile could have lit up the whole house."

   "You know what this means?"

   "You want me to go out for pickles and ice cream?"

   "Not ice cream.  I'm only going to eat one pickle tonight." He knew what
pickle she meant, but, when they kissed, her hand went to his crotch to
show her meaning anyway.  The kiss was long, first gentle, then hard with
his hand pulling her head against his and his tongue aiming for the back of
her throat, then gentle again.

   When they broke for air, she headed towards the bedroom.  She was right;
you could have fun sex in any room, but solemn occasions like this
celebration called for the marital bed.  They alternated, he removed an
article of her clothing and kissed something bared by that.  Then she
removed an article of his and kissed him.

   "You first," she said when she was bare.  "You lose your enthusiasm."
She was, unfortunately, right again.  He didn't put his heart into eating
her when he was post-orgasmic.  She lay down while he removed his socks. 
He kissed her forehead before kneeling on the bed.  He kissed down to her
breast in a leisurely manner, across to the other breast, down to her
abdomen.

   He wasn't quite clear where their baby was beginning, but he planted
many kisses over the general area.  When that area started shaking from
Sally's giggles, he continued on.  His kisses went down the top of her leg
from the hipbone nearly to her knee.  While he returned up the inside of
her thigh, he stroked and parted her outer lips, then her inner ones.  His
first licks over those lips told him that she could have been more careful
wiping.  The later licks could only taste her arousal.  She stiffened when
he licked her clit, grabbed his hair when he went back to the lips.

   Giving her what she wanted, he licked her clit and slid his arms under
her legs until he could hold a breast in each hand.  When her first spasm
hit, he sucked her clit and squeezed both nipples.  Her legs slammed down
on the bed, trapping his arms under them.  She bucked until he had trouble
keeping his mouth on her.  But he kept licking and sucking until she pushed
his head away.

   He moved up the bed to lie beside her.  She was taking deep breaths and
letting them out noisily.  He waited for what seemed like minutes.  He
reached out a hand to hold her breast.  It was still rising and falling
with each breath.

   "I'm not the only one who loses enthusiasm," he finally said.

   "Well" Sally replied, "you were really enthusiastic that time.  Let's
see if I can match you." She turned over and moved down the bed.  He spread
his legs for her, and she knelt between them.  She pulled the top sheet up
to cover her like a cape.  When she grasped his cock, he returned his left
hand to her breast.  She kissed the tip of his cock, then slowly covered
the entire helmet with her mouth.  She raised his ballsack with one hand
and slipped the other under it.  Then she returned the hand to the shaft of
his cock.

   She rolled his balls by fluttering her fingers under them.  She slowly
licked around the head of his cock before taking more of him in.  The
friction felt lovely.  She lowered her mouth until it met her hand.  When
she sucked, be bucked upward.  She backed off as slowly as she had come
forward.  When only the tip was in her mouth, she licked him again.  Then
she raised her head.

   "Like that?  Want more?"

   "You know I do.  You are delightful." He knew she was only teasing,
talking to deny him her mouth for another moment.  But he wanted her mouth,
wanted the tongue, wanted the suction, desperately wanted to come.  She
kissed the head again before slowly engulfing him.  She swallowed, the
action of her tongue exciting him immensely.

   "Yes, doll," he said.  "You do that so well."

   She engulfed him until her teeth met her hand again, moved up and down
in a great imitation of fucking.  She fluttered her fingers under his balls
while sucking on the head.  Then she went back down and licked the shaft
all along the bottom ridge.

   "Yes!  You're doing great."

   She did three fucking strokes and then stopped at the top to lick his
head.  She repeated that three more times.

   "That's great.  You are wonderful.  Oh, darling." He could feel that he
was close.  Maybe she could, too.

   She cupped his balls in her warm hand.  She took two more fucking
strokes.  Then, with his cock engulfed as deep as she would let it, she
started swallowing.  The tongue against his cockhead took him over.  He
erupted.

   "Gah.  Oh God!" She kept swallowing as he kept ejaculating.  She kept
him in her mouth until he was limp.  She let him ease out until only the
tip remained.  Then she sucked one more time.

   "You are so good."

   "That's nice to hear.  You were great yourself." As she lay down, he
turned so that they were in the spoon position.  It was a little warm for
that, but the togetherness was worth it.

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