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RP: Principles (Rev.) (MF rom, preg, humor)
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, whenI 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 that 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 boy 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
got fondled. He diddled. I came. I spent the night fucking his
brains out. When I felt him get 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. In the
following months Josh and I started getting invitations to
weddings and baby showers.
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, energy used for hot water, 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 just eating me and getting blow jobs (fat chance!), but
eventually I went back to see 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 in a couple of weeks, 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. If he bangs you
too hard, this thing can become dislodged. 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 good 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. But at least 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 cheap 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 hardto 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 intothis 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 could usually come 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 my 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 once more and ate me twice 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, for a while, left me content just to be cuddled by my
strong-minded, high-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 when we went to 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 still must have been really
horny though, 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, butit 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 really would.
I noticed that Richard actually danced with me less than
his friends. Unlike his silly sister-in-law, he had beencareful
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,
"Thank you" for a nice evening to a female in rut 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's 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. There was 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. 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 where we were in my cycle. 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 the final 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, that Richard had cuckolded him -- and Vicki looksa 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. (Now *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 me 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 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.
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