Archive name: pillow.txt (mf, superhero, mc, preg)
Authors name: Homer Vargas
Story title : PILLOW TALK

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

My inspiration for this spoof (am I giving too much 
away?) 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/~darkwanderer/ 

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

"Pillow Talk"
by Homer Vargas

	We open on a typical scene of newlywed do-
mestic bliss. A well-endowed, thirty-something woman, 
wearing 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 square jaw 
and funny blue and red tights.  As she whispers 
words of love into the ear of her 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.

In addition to 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 look 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 and cram it in you 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.  I 
was fine 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 more . . . human."

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

	"I never would have believed that YOU 
masturbated.  O, my darling.  How was I to know?"

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

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

	"Well, there is Fantastic Female or Nightgirl."

	"And just WHAT are Fantastic Female and 
Nightgirl doing knowing things like THAT about you?  
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 for this," Lois said and 
slightly increased the tempo of her massaging.  "It 
was while I was being held captive by that awful 
CLOWN person that I thought, 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 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 CLOWN's 
cock like a bronco.  When I flew in, you tried to 
push me away, screaming, 'Fuck me, you bastard!  
Yes!  Give me more 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 I responded to the disgusting advances of him 
and his henchmen.  I just hated the way my pussy 
got wet every time CLOWN 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.  There were four of them.  They came 
at me one after the other, fucking me unmercifully 
for perhaps a half hour at a time.  Then, when 
they'd barely given me five or six good comes, they 
would loose it, dump their load in me, and leave me 
to stew.  No matter how much I pleaded or insulted 
their manhood, none of them would 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 a day 
with no schlong in me.  I begged for a dildo or at 
least for then to uncuff me so I could cram my 
hands into my hot horny twat to get off, but CLOWN 
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."

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

	"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 a baby with."

	"Well it didn't work out.  Why did you have to 
put so MUCH Kryptonite in your pussy?"

	"Look, I've said I was sorry, OK?"

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

	"Now don't be that way Honey-poo.  We've 
discussed this several times already.  I told you 
before we married how much I wanted a baby 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."

	"And 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.  I had our honeymoon planned very carefully 
to coincide with my most fertile period and I got 
my gynecologist, Dr. Jekel, to give me those 
fertility drugs to be on the safe side.  All I 
needed that night was good hard dick in me to pump 
me full of hot thick baby juice 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.  He's already knocked 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 
child to be 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 
our baby.  Besides, don't I always let you suck as 
much of their . . . er, his . . . his cum out of my 
juicy twat as you want?  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, yes, but it just kills me to see you 
dress up in those sexy little mini-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, he wants 
everyone to be able to see my nice round ass and 
moist pink twat.  He loves everyone see 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 there.  And 
during slow dances, he likes to pull out his prick 
and glide around with it in me.  Oh, and getting 
filled with a nice load of cum during a foxtrot is 
soooo romantic!"

	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 friends, Joe 
likes them to be able to finger my sperm-filled 
snatch 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 sperm 
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 
slutty cheating wife, especially a "super" man like 
you!  From what I've read, 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?  Now, Lois, Angel, I don't want
to pry into your life before we were married, but 
everybody around the paper knew you were having an 
affair with Jimmy and fucking Perry on the side!"

	"Well, of course, sweetheart, but they don't 
count.  Jimmy meant nothing to me; he was merely 
the boy-toy I had to used for physical release.  
Nothing like a couple of good fucks after a hard 
day at the office to help you relax.  Sure beats 
martinis!  And getting a pussy full of nice warm 
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 woman's step for a 
new day.  As for Perry, it's just business to let 
your editor turn you over his desk for a little 
doggie fuck a couple of times a week.  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 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, My 
Love, my *heart* was a virgin for you."

	"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 
'u have a softie widdle cockie doesn't mean Mommy 
Wois tan't make it feel weel dod."

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

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

	"Loissss!"

	"'At's awight dawing, wet Mommy pway wid 'er 
Bid boy, make 'er Bid Boy tum."

	"Agggggggg!!"

	"Oh no!  Wook at dat!  'E came in 'is pants
and made a bid messie.  Mommy's widdle boy tan't 
contwoll himself when Mommy makes 'is fingy feel 
soooo dood.  'Is tum wons out of 'is widdle cockie 
and dits 'is pants all wet."

	"Oh Lois, I'm so ashamed!"

	"Don't wowwy.  Just doe to sweep and Mommy Lois 
will cween up 'er 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.  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 I make 
you come hard like that with my hand you just get 
really sleepy.  So close you eyes . . . ."

	"No, I will not close my eyes.  There are
still things we need to talk about.  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.  Selina is a very nice person.  She 
even loves cats.  How can you mistrust a cat 
woman?"

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

	"Entirely too much, Sweetie.  You really need 
to take a little nap and let me make you forget all 
these silly suspicions."

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

	"Oh, oh.  Mommy' boy 'as been wooking at 
Mommy's titties and dot horny aden, didn't 'e?  E's 
fwustwaited 'cause e needs a dood tum and tan't det 
'ard.  Bid boy needs Mommy Wois to help him have a 
nice tum.  Un huh.  'E wikes to have Mommy Wois wub 
'is widdle fingy.  'Is widdle fingy feels so dood 
and it makes 'im feel soooo 'waxed.  Tum here, put 
'u's widdle head on Mommy Wois's bid soft bwests.  
Mommy's dwosey widdle baby tan suck Mommy's bid ole 
titties.  Dood boy!  Sucking Mommy's titties makes 
'er baby sooo sweepy.  Poor widdle baby tan't teep 
'is eyes open any wonger.  Mommy Wois is puddin 'er 
widdle baby to sweep wid a dood tum.  'At's wight.  
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 so he'd go under real deep.  He tried his best 
to resist me, but I 'distracted' him."

. . . .

	"Could he what?

. . . .

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

. . . .

	"You want to do what?"

. . . .

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

. . . .

	Now get over here, pronto.  . . .  Don't give 
me any shit, CLOWN.  Everything *else* about him is 
still a hunk and you know bedding him always makes 
me so horny I could fuck a fence post.

. . . .

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

. . . .

	"OK, 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! . . Yes!  
YES . . . Ahiiiii!" she screams, her red heels 
pointed to the ceiling as she vigorously rams a 
harlequin dildo between her legs.

Comments (please) to:
Homer Vargas
The_story_writer@Yahoo.com