Ashton’s heart broke as he heard her story. He confessed his feelings for her and offered to marry her and raise the baby as his own. To his surprise and joy, she said yes. They agreed to wait for marriage for sex, in accordance with their Christian values, but Ashton didn’t mind knowing that he’d finally get the chance to be with Christina. And when the ultrasound came back showing that she was pregnant with twins, he wasn’t deterred. After the babies were born, a few months later Ashton got to slip his four-and-a-half inch penis inside of Christina’s pussy. True, her vagina wasn’t tight anymore after giving birth to the babies, and between that and his smaller-than-average penis there was little friction, but the warmth and wetness was enough that he only lasted two minutes. Although she’d lost some weight in the birth, she had an extra forty pounds of fat that she would never lose, but Ashton was ecstatic to finally get inside of his beautiful dream girl. Like his Uncle Mark had predicted, the nice guy won in the end.
BEING SELECTIVE
By Polly Andrea Busch
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“Oh Brianna,” my husband Christian said as he thrusted his little hips forward. “I’m going to come.”
I started to moan, faking an orgasm as I held his soft, frail body against mine. “Do it, baby. Come inside of me.”
His face squinted and he pushed in balls deep. That isn’t saying much considering that he’s hung like a chipmunk, but he pushed that little pinky finger of his inside of me as far as it could go. “Unghh,” he grunted as his little pop gun went off, then he rolled off of me.
“Was it okay?” he asked.
“Don’t worry about it,” I replied. “It was fine.”
Ever since I’d met Christian, we’d had problems with our sex life. The biggest problem is that his penis is tiny. All of my other lovers have cocks that are longer and thicker when soft than Christian’s penis is fully erect. And when he tries to make love, it ends up being all awkward. The way he moves in bed is all strange and just weird, and his little penis actually kind of tickles me in an annoying way. Christian was a virgin when we met and I thought that he might improve with practice, but at a certain point I realized that it really wasn’t about a lack of experience. Whenever we’d try to have sex, he would end up getting all embarrassed, angry and down on himself, knowing that he simply couldn’t do it right. He would brood for days and we’d try it again, but again Christian would accomplish nothing but failure and frustration.
After many months of that, we decided that Christian would just perform oral sex on me and I would either give him a hand job or he would masturbate. It worked for us. But honestly, I’d had great sex before I met Christian and I wasn’t going to give up that aspect of my life. The only time that I still have intercourse with Christian is when we are trying to conceive. Christian was man enough to recognize his own shortcomings and to allow me to have other lovers. And frankly, he enjoys watching me have sex with other guys. Often times he will sit in the room and watch, masturbating in the corner. Other times the guys wouldn’t let him watch and I’d just tell him what happened afterward. He gets so excited seeing those strong, virile men using my body perfectly, giving me incredible pleasure and amazing orgasms. Afterward, Christian eats my pussy clean while I praise my lover’s prowess and skill.
I tell Christian that when we’re trying for a baby, I stop having dates with my lovers and only have sex with him. He believes that. But I have a little secret. Early on, I went to the doctor and got fitted for a diaphragm. When I’m fertile, I have one of my lovers take me bareback during my fertile time. I slip in the diaphragm with Christian, though. That’s the great thing about using a diaphragm for birth control – you can be fertile with the man you want to father your children and be protected from pregnancy by your husband. I guess you could do the same thing with condoms but then the husband knows he can’t impregnate you. With a diaphragm, only the wife knows what is really happening. The wife is in total control.
Our first son was fathered by a lover named Todd. He was a beautiful man, with chiseled features and a great body, charismatic, and he was very sexy and sexual with an eight inch cock to match. He was one of my favorite lovers and I really wanted to have his baby to start our family. He wasn’t the kind of man that you’d want as a partner or a dad, but he was exactly the kind of man you want as a lover and he makes beautiful babies. Todd looks like a much stronger and much better looking version of Christian, so he never suspected that his son wasn’t his.
Our daughter was fathered by one of Christian’s best friends, a guy named Devin. He owns an apartment complex and has a lot of money, and the rumors say that he’s always dating a new woman. I’ve also heard that he’s sometimes violent with his girlfriends. I don’t know about that but with me, he’s a great lover and also a close friend. When I told him that I was using a diaphragm with my husband and that I’d let him get me pregnant, he really loved that idea and he seemed to fuck me with even more force and determination. I took that first month and while our daughter has a lot of Devin’s features, Christian always notices little things that he and my daughter have in common, like they both love strawberries. I go along with it, telling him that certain behaviors she gets from him. Of course, Devin and I know the truth.
Some people will look down on me for this, but my second son was fathered by Christian’s brother, Benjamin. Christian takes after his mother, who is small, timid and unsocial. Benjamin takes after his father, who was taller with a strong personality. Although he isn’t well hung, at least he’s got six inches which is more than I can say for my husband. The great thing about it is that our second son actually does look a lot like a cross between Christian and me, and he really is related to Christian.
Currently, I’m trying to get pregnant by a guy who works for the company in the office next to mine. His name is Brandon. He’s handsome, sexy, and he’s known to be quite a “ladies man.” He got one of the girls in my office pregnant, and when she learned that I was seeing him on the side, she warned me that Brandon doesn’t even see their baby and doesn’t pay his child support. I’m not concerned. The way I see it, a man shouldn’t be responsible for raising a child just because of some great, amazing sex. I mean, if a girl is single I think its fine, but if you have a husband then you know who will be raising the child. My husband believes the children are his and he raises them, and I wouldn’t expect Brandon to have his life turned upside down over something like that. Besides, he does a lot of drugs and drinks, and I don’t think he’s somebody I would want in my children’s life.
I married Christian because he’s the most wonderful man in the world. He listens to me when I’m angry and upset, and he puts up with my bullshit. He’s a good provider and a great partner and father. I have no regrets in marrying him. At the same time, though, you shouldn’t just accept whatever is given to you in life. Just because one man is the best partner doesn’t mean he’s the best lover or that he’d make the best babies. You need to be selective and choose the father’s wisely. I know I do.
PROVING HER VIRTUE
By Polly Andrea Busch
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tten permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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My name is Kylie. My fiancé Gavin and I are both twenty-one. Gavin is a virgin and we decided to wait until we’re married to have sex with each other. I just don’t want him to think that I’m not a virtuous girl.
That being said, I’m not a virgin myself. I’ve slept with a number of guys before we met, and I’ve also slept with a lot of guys during the time that we’ve been together. Gavin feels a little bothered by this sometimes but I remind him that we both know that we don’t want to ruin what we have and we need to wait. And I don’t just leave him hanging. I often give him hand jobs and sometimes, when he’s been a really great boyfriend, I give him a blow job. I think Gavin really lives for those treats.
Neither of us are ready to get married quite yet. Gavin needs to get his career going and bring in a consistent income that can support a family. As far as I go, frankly, I need time to sew my wild oats. As great a guy as Gavin is, he’s not the kind of guy that I really desire sexually. I like a guy who is big, strong, and dominant. I love confidence, even arrogance – it just gets me totally wet. And in a few years, when I’ve had my fun, I’ll be willing to settle down with Gavin.
For now, though, I have two boyfriends – Hunter and Namion. Both of them are strong, sexy and dominant. I’m really pretty alpha around Gavin but with guys like Hunter and Namion, I’m totally submissive. Around guys like that, a woman just feels like a real woman and I want to please them. Not only please them, but just allow them to use my body for their own pleasure. Neither guy is somebody you’d want for a full relationship. Hunter is a druggie and covered in tattoos, and he lives in his mother’s basement. Namion is unemployed and black. Personally I don’t think there’s anything wrong with dating a black guy, but my parents would never accept it. Both guys have really big packages, which I love but I realize that it’s not all about size. That’s why I’m willing to accept a guy like Gavin who is on the small side.
I’m using rhythm and pull-out for birth control. Hunter and Namion are usually pretty good about pulling out during the more fertile times of my cycle, but sometimes they’re not very careful. Gavin gets really worried when that happens, and we’ve had a few pregnancy scares. But so far, so good. Gavin has promised that he’ll step up and raise the child if I get pregnant, and having to worry about this mutual concern has really brought us together and strengthened our relationship. I feel confident that Gavin is the right guy for me because I know he will be there no matter what happens when I need him.
Sometimes Gavin whines that he’s still a virgin. A couple times, just to help him, I’ve let him get up between my legs. I lube up my hands with Astroglide, put them in the shape of a tunnel on my stomach just on top of my pussy. Gavin gets to thrust inside of my hands, like he’s sticking it inside of me, and it’s almost like the real thing for him. He gets so excited to almost be inside of me that he shoots his little dab in just a couple minutes.
A lot of couples are having sex before marriage but I think it’s a mistake. Waiting for marriage not only gives the girl the chance to play the field and have all the sexual experiences she needs before settling down, but it ensures that the husband knows that a woman isn’t just about sex. True love waits.
SINDY’S STORY
By Polly Andrea Busch
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My name is Luke. My wife’s name is Cindy but I always spell it “Sindy” or call her “Sin” because she’s my naughty little sinful imp. I’m an accountant for a major international accounting firm and she’s not the kind of girl that people would have expected me to end up with but we’re really a great couple. I met her four years ago at a work event in Boston. There were a lot of other women who were hanging around us, trying to meet the successful single accountants, but Sindy was so beautiful and sweet that she just stole my heart.
We hit it off great and we really clicked, partying hard together. In six months we were engaged and we got married two years ago. I wasn't the jealous boyfriend type because I’d watched her do the girl-girl thing a couple times and I’d always enjoyed seeing other men look her way, and I haven’t been a jealous husband during the time that we’ve been married. I consider Sindy to be a hot piece of ass, and judging by the looks she gets, I know most guys would agree. She’s 5'8", 112 pounds, and she’s in great shape with nice legs, ass and tits. Sindy loves wearing swimsuits, and she’s done wet tee-shirt and bikini competitions at the local gentlemen’s club and won. She’s never stripped or pole danced, just the contests, but she loves to show off her stuff and loves getting the attention.
Anyway, our neighbors in our neighborhood are pretty friendly, despite what you might have heard about New Englanders. One of our neighbors in particular likes to have people come over to his house for bonfires in his back yard. In April they invited everybody over to their house, and it seemed like there were more people there than there are people in the neighborhood. One guy who was there was Jared, a mutual friend of ours who lives a couple streets over, and sometimes the guys from the neighborhood go out with him for drinks – what we call the “guys night out.” He was there with a friend of his that I’d never met before, a guy who works at his gym as a personal trainer named JeWayne. He introduced himself and he seemed like a good guy with a strong grip, and I didn’t think much of it. So we all had a great time roasting marshmallows, chips, drinks and had some laughs. As I was talking with one of our neighbors about their great Easter decorations they’d put out, I noticed that JeWayne seemed interested in Sindy and chatted her up a few times. Other times, when he thought nobody was looking, he’d be checking out her body. I wasn’t jealous at all, and in fact the idea that an attractive black guy was looking hungrily at my wife was a turn on to me. As we walked back home, I asked Sindy whether she had a good time at the party and she said it was great, and she liked meeting the new people. I asked her what she thought of Jared’s friend JeWayne. She said that he was a very good looking guy with a great body, but not as great as mine. Obviously she was being kind because, although I work out regularly, JeWayne was four or five inches taller with really broad shoulders and totally muscle bound. Still, the mere fact that she’d noticed him made my little penis stir. I’d always fantasized about Sindy fucking a black guy.
The next month we were at the neighbor’s bonfire and sure enough, so were Jared and JeWayne. It went just like the last party, with him talking to her a little and checking her out from afar. We left a little later and I decided not to ask her about her interactions with JeWayne. Then the next weekend we were downtown at one of our favorite bars and JeWayne was there. He was all friendly and talked with Sindy while I was ordering drinks, then he invited me to play a game of pool. While we played, he asked how things were with me and Sindy.
“You’re lucky to have such a beautiful wife,” he said, lining up a shot.
“Thanks,” I replied, feeling myself getting a chubby at that.
After a couple drinks, Sindy and I went drove hom
e. During the ride, I asked her what they’d talked about.
“Oh, not much. Just small talk,” she said, looking out the window. “But he complimented me on how sexy and pretty I dress, and he wished that he had a girlfriend, especially one as pretty as me.”
“That was very sweet of him,” I said.
“Yeah, he’s a real charmer.”
“Could you imagine him with a sexy white girl?”
“Oh, I sure can,” she said, smiling.
That conversation must have been on my mind because, during the night, I had a dream about Sindy having sex with JeWayne. In the dream, Sindy’s BMW convertible was stuck on the curb by our house and it needed to be pushed off. I tried to move it but it wouldn’t budge. She knew JeWayne was nearby at the gym and could get there quickly to help out. He got there from just working out in a tank top, all dark-skinned and ripped up. Like nothing he easily pushed her car off the curb. She loves her convertible and she was impressed at JeWayne’s strength, and she was very thankful for him helping her. Sindy told him that I wasn’t anywhere near as strong as him and she knew that there was no way I was strong enough to get the job done. After doing the heavy lifting for me, JeWayne was sweaty and thirsty, and she asked him if he wanted to come inside for a drink of water. They went inside our house and he dried off. The two of them started drinking beers and they both had a few and chatted for a while. Soon they were both buzzed and they were complimenting each other. She pointed out that his clothes were a little dirty from moving the car and asked JeWayne if he wanted to take a shower and clean up. He agreed and went upstairs to shower. While he was in there, Sindy couldn’t help herself. She peeked through the crack in the door and watching him lather up and rinse off his big, ripped African body. I could tell she was getting excited just watching.
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