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Authors name: Homer Vargas
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Principles
by Homer Vargas
My Josh is a man of strong principles.
That's what first attracted me to him. Well, OK
that and his six-five frame, broad muscled
shoulders, tight butt, gray-blue eyes and a
respectable bulge between his legs. He was just
the yummiest strong-principled man I had ever
seen.
I met Josh at an ecological protest rally. I
had ducked out from work at the diner where I
waitressed to go down to the Washington Monument
that afternoon. Seeing those poor little baby
seals on television being killed right in front of
their mothers just broke my heart. I mean, how
could anybody be so CRUEL? Josh was opposed to
the seal slaughter, too, but he was at the protest
for lots of other reasons having to do with the
corrupt capitalist system, the rapacious (what
words he knew!) corporate establishment, etc.
I just nodded and gazed into his eyes in the
little coffee shop after the rally. Josh talked
passionately to me about pollution, resource
degradation (another one!) and why married couples
should not have children. Huh? He explained that
a baby born in a rich country would use up an
immense quantity of resources in a lifetime.
That's why we had to stop the world's population
explosion.
Ah, population explosion! Now there was a
subject that engaged my attention. I had always
known I wanted a big family. One look at Josh and
I knew I'd never find a better set of genes. I
began planning for Josh to help me start a little
population explosion of my own.
Besides being yummy, as I have said, Josh
also turned out to be brilliant (I'll bet you
could already tell.) and, when I got him a little
drunk, quite funny. Best of all --JACKPOT!-- Josh
was a totally normal healthy male that I could
turn on like pushing a button. It's no credit to
me; any girl with 38D's and a 25 inch waist could
have done the same, but I got him first.
Josh was a little apprehensive on our second
date when I coyly suggested he could come up to my
apartment for a little while. He might not have
done it except during the movie, when I picked up
his hand and put it inside my blouse, he felt a
nice hard set of tits and no brassiere. Playing
with my nipples had him almost as horny as it had
me.
It probably wasn't necessary, but I didn't
take any chances. Just before coming back from
the kitchen with a cold beer for Josh, I ran my
hand into my (surprise!) dripping pussy and
painted the glass rim with my secretions. Nothing
like the smell of a horny twat to get a guy's
engine in gear. I had prepared for this evening
by wearing a short but not too tight skirt, a
frilly blouse with no bra and no panties. Of
course I didn't expect a really nice boy like Josh
would have his hands up between my legs in the
movie, but then I didn't intend for him to be
really nice very much longer.
You don't need a blow by blow, do you?. He
drank and sniffed. I snuggled. He felt -- really
well. My blouse came off and my titties got
kissed. His pants came down and his prick was
fondled. He diddled. I came. I spent the night
fucking his brains out. When he got hard again
after coming in me a third time, I knew this was
the man for me.
He was happy but embarrassed the next morning
to realize what he'd "made me" do. (To this day
the lovable hunk thinks he seduced *me*!) I was
"in love;" I really was. It took me about another
month of fucking Josh's eyeballs out, oops, of
"letting him go all the way with me" for him to
realize he was in love with me, too.
The positive pregnancy test helped a lot.
Josh was upset. Not that he didn't want to
marry me by then or that he didn't think he could
support me. (He knew from the start I wasn't the
career-girl type). No, he was upset because in
principle he was against couples having children.
For nine months I heard anguished laments about
CO2 buildup and specie extinction and resource
depletion, (I was learning the lingo), but there
was never any thought of abortion. We agreed on
that 100%.
I was about seven months pregnant before we
could get the wedding organized. All of the
groomsmen were Josh's friends, nice serious young
men like him, so there was none of the ribaldry
you might expect at wedding where the bride's
belly arrived at the alter before she did. Of
course all the bridesmaids were *my* friends and
so several groomsmen lost their virginity after
(one during) the wedding reception. Josh and I
started getting invitations to weddings and baby
showers in the following months.
Not surprisingly, Josh fell in love with
Courtney the minute he picked her up out of my
arms and for a while the environment didn't come
up in our conversations very often. Josh was so
sweet about washing Courtney's diapers, since he
insisted on cloth, not disposable. Soon, however
Josh found his principles challenged when his wife
was no longer too sore to start demanding nightly
reamings again. I told him not to worry, I was
breast feeding Courtney, but Josh didn't trust
Mother Nature to keep me from getting pregnant
again. He thought I should go on the pill.
I promised him I would go see my
gynecologist, but dallied long enough that when I
finally did, she just sent me straight home
saying, "Next time come see me *before* you start
screwing him again."
This time Josh was *really* upset. Not only
had he violated his principles again, but with a
second child we would have to move to a bigger
apartment --more green space consumed in urban
sprawl, more hot water consumed, more heating and
cooling. My second pregnancy was an ecological
disaster!
You can bet that Josh was more careful after
Rachel was born. This time he refused to put it
in me until I was safely on the pill. I put it
off a long as I could hoping he would get tired of
eating me and getting blow jobs (fat chance!), but
eventually I went back to see Dr. Black --Janet.
(I knew I would become best friends with this
woman.) She duly prescribed the pills, but, after
I made her understand exactly what I wanted, she
grinned and explained *all* the possible side
effects.
Would you believe it? I suffered from almost
every one. Sweetie that he is, Josh suffered
along with me from the cramps, the headaches, the
hot flashes and the nausea until he agreed that I
just couldn't keep taking the pill. (I had never
started.) With some fanfare I flushed the
offending chemicals down the toilet. Josh was
very sympathetic and said by the time I was
fertile again, we would think of something. As he
held me and comforted me, I felt the most
delicious erection, so I knew what he was thinking
of. I needed a lot of comforting that night,
about four times, I recall. I felt much better
the next day.
I reckon Steve must have been conceived
during that night of intensive comforting. I was
shocked, *shocked,* to discover that a woman's
fertility returns so quickly after going off the
pill. Josh was incredulous, but Janet explained
everything to him.
When I came home from the hospital this time,
Josh was adamant about protection and sent me to
get a diaphragm. It was a couple of weeks of no-
penetration sex (bo-ring!) before Janet could fit
me with the rubber baby barrier. There was a
mischievous twinkle in her eye as she admonished
me, "Now don't let your lovemaking get *too*
vigorous. This thing can become dislodged and
then, instead of keeping the sperm out, it keeps
it in."
Good advice, but impossible to follow. I had
been without real sex for so long that I just went
wild. When I was on top, I bounced up and down on
Josh's thick prong like a kid on a trampoline.
When he was on top I cried out for him to pound my
pussy harder. He is a good pounder and he did
promise to *obey* at the altar. Josh had several
mounts of guilt-free sex until the inevitable
happened. I had Josh going at me really hard one
night when I felt the damned thing slip out of the
way. One of Josh's sperm wasted no time in
finding one of my eager eggs and we were on out
way to having Beth.
By now Josh realized that he could no longer
afford to work for "Save the Planet" and had to
get a "real" job. Fortunately, he found a pretty
well-paying position with the EPA. (He was such a
brilliant attorney, he had his pick of jobs.) We
bought a three bedroom house out in Oakton, a
suburb of Washington, DC. That really violated
his principles and he hated having to drive to
work in an *automobile* instead of taking public
transport. He cut the grass with a rechargeable
electric rather than a gasoline mower.
Naturally, Josh no longer trusted diaphragms
so he resolved always to use a condom. I laid in
a large supply that I purchased at the COSTCO
hyper mart. Believe me, I got an envious look
from the checkout girl when she saw twelve boxes
of twenty. Then her eyes got big and she silently
nodded when she noticed Courtney pushing Beth in
her stroller with Rachel and Stevie tagging along.
You've heard the expression, "you get what
you pay for?" Well, I got a great bargain buying
the condoms in bulk, but they were not of the
highest quality. I noticed that after Josh had
been going at me for fifteen or twenty minutes,
the condom got a little loose around the base of
his cock. Especially when I was on top -- we both
like that position -- and I was holding on to
Josh's prick to keep it properly aimed, it seemed
there was a danger my hand could easily pull it
off by accident. Wouldn't you know, the very next
time I was middle of my cycle that's exactly what
happened! We didn't discover until the next
morning that Josh had been going bareback all
night long.
Josh is a really smart man (Didn't I already
say that?) and he figured out the problem with the
cheep condoms. Although we had only been using
them about a month, he said just throw away the
remaining hundred or so. I guess he couldn't
figure out how to recycle them. While my belly
was getting big with Roy, Josh had time to find a
little place in Vermont that supplied custom made
condoms guaranteed not to slip off. I really
enjoyed helping Josh get his penis hard to make
the plaster cast that was required for a nice snug
fit.
What a difference quality makes! When we
started fucking again a few days after I came home
with Roy, I could tell there was no way these hi-
tech jobs were coming off. I showed Josh just how
glad I was that he could fuck me as often as he
wanted without worrying about his principles
There was only one problem. For some reason these
new condoms seemed to have too much friction. I
decided they required a little external lubricant.
Of course I used what we have the most of in our
house -- baby oil.
Now don't laugh. *You* may think that
everybody know what baby oil does to latex, but
Josh didn't. Besides, I had his cock in my mouth
at the time and I don't think he was paying a lot
of attention to what I was rubbing between my
legs. The next morning we found the expensive
condom in tatters and that's the story of how
little Ruth came into this world. Josh just shook
his head in consternation as to why these
accidents always seem to happen a few days after
I've ovulated.
Well, now Josh gave up on condoms, too and
said we would just have to use the rhythm method.
He signed us up for a course that explained how to
count the days, take my temperature every morning
(I *loved* the way Josh did that!) and examine my
vaginal discharge for the telltale sighs of
ovulation. I figured out that the best way for
Josh to examine me was with his tongue. I usually
came about three times during each examination!
The method really worked for several months,
although it was hard on both of us to go for over
a week sometimes without the old fashioned banging
we both loved. Josh was always taking a ribbing
at work for having six kids, so he was determined
that we should be out of the baby business and for
a few months we were.
But nothing in life is without risks. I read
in a health magazine that Josh subscribes to, that
one should always drink water at bedtime and I
really recommend it. I don't know if it improves
your metabolism, but a full bladder makes early
morning sex *sooo* much better. It also makes you
go the potty early in the morning and I like to
wash, not just wipe after peeing. I learned the
hard way that this really screws up the
examination for ovulation as it both removes the
mucus that Josh was always looking (OK, tasting)
for, as well as cools off the vagina and masks the
slight rise in temperature that tips you off that
an egg is on the way. I sometime think Jennifer
with her jet black hair like me and cool blue eyes
like Josh is our most beautiful accident.
Josh had moved up in the EPA by now -- he was
G-thirty something or other -- so we could afford
the bigger house. Fortunately we found a really
big run-down mansion in Arlington that was
actually closer to downtown that the house we were
living in. We were able to renovate it to
accommodate our growing family. I oversaw the
redesign and had the builders fix up one bedroom
for the older girls -- Courtney and Rachel, one
for the older boys -- Steve and Roy, one for
younger girls -- Beth and Ruthie, and a baby room
next to Josh's and my master bedroom. Well, I
told Josh it was a `sewing' room but we kept Jenny
there while I was nursing her.
Our wedding anniversary is always like a
national holiday at our house. Josh had just
gotten another promotion at EPA and I decided to
make our eighth something special. For some
reason we couldn't celebrate it on the exact date,
but I selected an alternate day and pulled out all
the stops. I had arranged for my best friend
Marge to take all the kids except baby Jennifer
for the night. I told Josh to expect something
special for just us two.
Josh's eyes almost popped when he arrive that
night and saw me in high heels, a daring red
miniskirt, and see through pink blouse. OK, I
admit my hips and bust are both larger than when
we were first married, but after Jenny was born I
worked really hard to get my waist back down to
almost the same. The bulge in Josh's pants told
me he liked the results.
The table was set with the good silver; two
candles illuminated the dining room; and I had put
on a CD of our favorite love songs. We sipped
wine and held hands across the table. I told Josh
I loved him more that ever and that I thought he
was the smartest and handsomest man in the world
and the best lover I could ever dream of. Josh
told me he was still crazy about me, that I was
the prettiest, sexiest woman he had ever met, and
that he'd marry me again in a heartbeat.
We didn't eat a bite of the dinner I had
prepared; we just fell into each other's arms,
sobbing our love for one another. My skirt never
left the living room and my makeup was ruined even
before we got to the top of the stairs. We were
both tremendously aroused and almost tore off each
other's clothes. Never had we made love with such
passion. Josh must have fucked me three times
before we fell asleep clinging together like two
love-sick pythons. My wonderful husband screwed
me twice more the next morning before we
reluctantly got out of bed and went downstairs to
have last night's dinner for breakfast. We were
in the middle of one last quickie on the living
room couch just before Marge brought the kids back
around noon. (Close call!) Darling Jennifer, as
usual, cooperated by sleeping through the night.
Days later we were still basking in the glow
of that wonderful night. Josh called me from the
office several times a day to tell me he loved me
and I sent *him* flowers. His friends at work
teased him, but we both knew they were just
jealous that after eight years and seven children,
Josh and I were still in love like newlyweds. I
don't think either of us gave a moment's thought
to the fact that our anniversary celebration
coincided with my fertile period. Jeff was the
result.
Although my periods are as regular as
clockwork and as difficult as it was for both of
us, Josh decided we had to expand the "safe," no-
sex period around my ovulation date to make sure
there wouldn't be any more slip ups after Jeff.
And when Josh makes up his mind, nothing gets in
his way. Several times during the "dangerous
days" I got so horny I would come on to him. He
was steadfast, however, and gently put me off,
usually by eating me to a couple of nice orgasms
that left me content just to be cuddled by my
strong minded, principled husband.
You would think that we had all the bases
covered. Well, not quite. It was one of the
*worst* nights almost exactly two weeks since my
period when I am always really hot. I had almost
raped Josh in bed, but he pacified me by sucking
my tits really nicely and giving me a good finger
fuck that sent me off to dreamland. I must have
been really horny still, because I had the most
erotic dream. In it I sat up and looked down at
Josh who was asleep beside me. He was on his back
breathing gently and the outline of his penis was
evident through his pajama.
Stealthily, I reached into his fly and
retrieved the organ I love so much. Gently, so as
not to awaken him, I took his cock into my mouth
and began to suck him. Even asleep, his cock
responded to my warm wet mouth and was soon hard
and erect. The sight, or rather the feel, made my
pussy wet. I was in a crazy rut. Without
thought, I straddled Josh and lowered my pussy
over his rampant prick. Just having it in me
almost made me come, but I started slowly sliding
my cunt up and down Josh's fabulous love pole.
I guess by this time we were both half aware
that this was no dream. We were really doing it!
But the delightful sensation of Josh up in me was
too good to interrupt. I guess he felt the same
way, because he grabbed my ass and start to jamb
me down forcefully against his groin even as he
bucked his prick up into me. I came first, but
only moments later I felt what seemed like gallons
of Josh's come blast into my hungry vagina. I
awoke some time later still on top held in a warm
embrace by my sleeping husband, his cock soft, but
still nestled inside me. Oh, I love that man!
I guess it's a good thing Josh and I are
trying our best *not* to have any more children
since we seem to have so many without trying.
Little William was the result of our sleepy
adventure. We had another nine months to figure
what to do next. With me staying pregnant most of
the time, Josh and I probably have sex a lot more
often than most couples our age. Once Josh has
knocked me up, he feels free to fuck me like a
bunny rabbit, well, at least a couple of times a
night. I can hardly believe that some women say
they don't want it more than once a week or even
less. I guess they are just not as crazy in love
with their husbands as I am with Josh, or am I
oversexed?
Well, after Billy was born, Josh decided he
would have to sleep on the sofa on our *verboten*
nights. This, plus strict avoidance of sex during
the two weeks on either side of my ovulation
seemed to do the trick. Almost a year went by
without me getting pregnant, a record for us. Of
course I do get really horny during those two
weeks, too horny it turns out.
During one such `dry spell' Josh had to leave
town because of a major oil spill off the coast of
Oregon. As fate would have it, Josh's little
brother Richard was on school break at the time
and had come to Washington to visit friends and
see the monuments and other sights. I never get
tired of showing visitors around our beautiful
city.
For three days I took him to Arlington
Cemetery, the Air and Space Museum, Mount Vernon,
the National Gallery at a dizzying pace. The
fourth day Richard said let's take a break, he had
some letters to write (probably to his
girlfriends, plural; he's really a little hunk.)
I kept peeking in at him in those sexy cut-
offs, not able to get over the resemblance to
Josh. Not entirely innocently I put on a pair of
tight shorts that would make him look, too.
During the afternoon he told me how grateful he
was for the wonderful tour and that he wanted to
show his appreciation. He had arranged to meet
some of his buddies at a Georgetown club and asked
me to go with him. "Don't be ridiculous," I told
him. "I'd be out of place with your young friends
and coeds ten years younger than I."
"You are the one who is being ridiculous,
Sis. (Yeah, he calls me `Sis.') There won't be a
guy there with a sexier date, I guarantee you." I
guess I am sucker for flattery, but it was
exciting to hear that kind of compliment from a
good looking college kid, so I agreed.
I tried to dress for the young crowd in a
fairly short skirt and blouse that brought an
appreciative wolf whistle from Richard. I drove
my car (a red two-door Saturn; the `family' car is
a Cherokee.) to the club. Richard, the scamp, had
the nerve to look over at me and then give the
valet an exaggerate wink as we got out of the car.
I was both flattered and embarrassed, but we had a
good laugh at what the valet might be thinking.
The club was dark and noisy, but we
immediately found Richard's friends and soon we
were having a great time. Furtively, I checked
out the girls in the group and decided Richard was
right; I *was* the cutest one. They were younger
and very pretty, but they really didn't yet know
how to dress to catch a man's eye. Most had on
baggy jeans or non-descript skirts with flats.
None had on much make-up. I was "dolled up" in my
four inch heels, large earrings and bangles and I
had on enough eye shadow and lipstick to define my
features in the dim light. Turned out I was the
most popular "girl" there. All Richard's friends
wanted to dance with me and the night flew by as I
drank and danced and laughed. Some of the boys
became quite bold in the way they held me close
during fox trots and waltzes, and by the end of
the night I was euphoric... and turned on. If
Josh had been around, I would have raped him, I
ready would.
I noticed that Richard actually danced with
me less than his friends. Unlike his silly
sister-in-law, he had been careful not to drink
too much, so he drove us home. I asked him why he
had hung back. "Not shy are you?"
"Not at all, Sis." and to prove it, he
reached over and drew me close. Wow! This was
one hard-bodied young man. My heartbeat
accelerated "I wanted you to see how the other
guys reacted to convince you how special you are.
Just showing up with you earned me dozens of `stud
points,'" he laughed. "I was the envy of the
other guys and the girls *hated* you," he grinned.
"Glad to have helped raise your social
standing" I replied. By then we were home.
Richard remained in character as my date, coming
around to open the door for me, taking my hand and
walking me to the door with his arm around me.
Once inside I told him good night and thanked him
again for a wonderful evening.
"No good night kiss?" he asked.
I couldn't tell if he was still teasing or
not, but I stepped over to kiss him on the cheek,
but stumbled slightly and seemed to loose my
balance momentarily. Even quicker Richard's arms
were around me and he was giving him more than a
peck. Almost without realizing it, my mouth was
open and our tongues were coiling around each
other. He was so strong that with one hand he
held me tight against him while his other began
kneading my ass.
I voiced a kind of protest but his mouth
covered mine and his hand was now under my dress
and massaging my backside, coming closer and
closer to my pussy. I was acutely aware that I
was aroused and didn't want him to find out by
feeling my wetness. It was hopeless. His hands
were everywhere they shouldn't be and everywhere I
wanted them. He was like Josh in knowing how to
turn a woman on, but faster. Soon I was on the
couch with him, sans brassiere, and he was kissing
my breasts and fingering my sex.
"Oh Richard, stop. I'm so hot. You're
driving me crazy."
"Crazy enough to fuck?" he asked directly and
resumed his attack on my breasts and pussy.
"Oh.. . OH!. . . Yes, yes. I need it" I
heard myself say.
It wasn't rape. I had been good and properly
seduced and moments later I was rewarded with the
unmistakable sensation of a long hard cock sliding
into my cunt. I was so wet and it went in so
easily, I couldn't say if it was bigger or smaller
than Josh's, but at that moment it was the most
wonderful thing I had ever felt.
Although he had taken me from a proper wife
saying thanks for a nice evening to a rutting
female in less than two minutes, once Richard was
in me he made love to me with incredible
gentleness. His long slow strokes had me
quivering on the edge of orgasm for an eternity
before he nudged me over. But even when I had
orgasmed once he continued to fuck me. I was
delirious; he was so good. I have no idea how
long he had me there on the couch or how many
times he made me come before he finally released
himself into me.
"Richard! Oh, Richard, lover" I sobbed and
clasped him to me. He held me and told me I was
the sexiest, most incredible woman he had ever
known as he covered my neck with soft kisses. We
had finished making love and now we were ready to
fuck. I let him take me to Josh and my bedroom
and he had me bellowing again and again far into
the night.
The next morning I woke up alone. Richard
was dressed. He said he had decided to go back to
school early. I didn't need to ask why. As he
left, he kissed me once more and whispered, "I'm
not sorry."
"Neither am I," I replied, a tear in my eye
as I watched him get in the taxi to leave.
I wasn't sorry then, but I was later when I
realized that I had let Richard make love to me in
the middle of my period. You guessed it. I was
already past due when Josh returned. You'd better
believe I fucked him silly those first few days
and tried to muddy the waters about just when I
was ovulating. A month later we knew we were
having yet another addition to the family.
Victoria was something of a triumph for me.
I've always been partial to the number ten.(My
maiden name is Dewey; I wonder if that has
anything to do with it?) On the other hand, it
was a real blow to Josh and his principles.
People snickered about the well known ecologist
who had ten children, none past elementary school.
He never suspected, of course Richard had
cuckolded him, and Vicki looks a lot like both of
us, but he couldn't figure how I could have gotten
pregnant given my heretofore faultless cycle. It
looked like it was celibacy or surrender.
Although our house was huge, there was no way
to squeeze in still another kid. We talked of
custom building on a lot out in Fauquier County,
but Josh hated the thought of the long commute and
his contribution to ozone layer depletion and air
quality degradation.
A few days later Josh came home to say he was
taking a job as VP for International Environmental
Operations with a large petroleum exploration
company. His job was to keep an eye on the
opening up of a giant oil field in the jungles of
South America.
Three months later we were happily installed
in a huge house in the Mil Flores section of the
capital. (These people knew how to build for
large families!) The older kids were delighted
with the American School and I had Maria and
Consuelo to help me with the house, Rosita to help
look after the babies, and Don Roberto, whom we
lured away from the French Embassy, to cook for
us.
Josh turned out to be perfect for the job.
The project manager, Bull Parker, was used to
getting his way, blowing away environmental types.
He had never run into anyone with principles like
my Josh. I overheard some of their furious
arguments. Josh stood his ground and pushed right
back. He made Bull redesign the access roads,
narrowing them by half and installing drains and
culverts so they did not cause erosion. If that
couldn't be done, Josh made them take in all the
equipment by helicopter. Bull Parker fumed that
is added hundreds of thousands of dollars per well
drilled, but Josh basically outranked him in the
company and Bull could do nothing. I was so proud
of my husband and his unbending principles!
In some other ways, however, I think Josh's
principles *are* becoming a little more flexible.
For one thing, he never asks about my periods
anymore. He just fucks me stupid every morning
and night -- mid-day, too, if he can manage to
come home for lunch. For another, I have noticed
lately that whenever Josh is around, Maria,
Consuelo, Rosita, and even Lupe, Don Roberto's
teen-age daughter, get all doe-eyed as they steal
glances at my Josh's rugged figure, handsome,
craggy face, and salt-and-pepper hair. And it
looks to me like all four girls have suspicious
little bulges in their tummies.
Just like mine.
Comments to the_story_writer@yahoo.com
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.