Tasty, a short story by Rico.Viejo. Date added: 2012-07-15. Times viewed: 4085.

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Intro: How a lot of oral can make all the difference.

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"Glenn Thompson proposed to me, Rob," Ellen said, with a powerful push of her hips.  

"So, what are you going to say," said Rob, driving his cock deeper into her.  

"Yes. I'm going to say 'yes'," said Ellen, clawing Robs back. "This is our last fuck, Rob, make it good."  

They did.

 

As he got dressed—Rob had lain on the floor watching Ellen dress—the last time, he thought—Ellen untwisted the lock-knob of the door to the Supplies Closet.  

"So no more lunch-hour meetings here?" said Rob.  

"I didn't say that. I said no more fucking. I love you, Rob, you know I do."  

"Then why Glenn?"  

"Because I want to get married. And you're already married. And I want a baby and if I'm married, I'm not having another man's baby, only my husband's."  

"We use rubbers."  

"Not safe enough."  

"Jeez, Ellen!"

 

Their conversation was interrupted by Mrs. Atkins, who needed to get a box of pencils. Naive old Mrs. Atkins just smiled at the two. Ellen grabbed a ream of paper and left. Rob found some paper clips for Mrs. Atkins, some staples for himself, and left.

 

The next day

 

"Kiss me, Rob!"  

"Ahh, Ellen ..."  

"Don't. Don't put your hand down there. I told you yesterday."  

"Jeez, Ellen, I'm stone-hard for you. Feel it! Give me a break!"  

"No."  

"At least 'til you're married."  

"No, no, no! I'm not getting married, maybe-pregnant."  

"I can't take it. I'm going. I'm going to the men's room to jerk off."  

"Please stay, Rob. Ever since we've been, uh, you've asked me to 'give you head'."  

"Yeah, and you won't."  

"Darling, I will, now. We can make love, but I can't get pregnant."

 

Three years later

 

"Mrs. Thompson, it appears you're allergic to your husband's sperm. Your immune system rejects it. And, as it is, your husband has a very low sperm count. If you want a child, I think you'll have to adopt."  

"But I want the whole pregnancy thing! I've been looking forward to it since I was a little girl!"  

"I'm very sorry."  

"I don't understand this allergy thing."  

"A man's semen is an alien thing to a woman's body. It may be rejected. For some couples, it can take years to accommodate, but I think not, in your case."  

"Accomodate?"  

"Constant exposure to the man's semen—the woman's immune system accommodates. There are cases in polyandrous societies where one husband fathers the children. His semen, apparently, dominates."  

"Lots of semen? Vaginal sex?"  

"Oral, too, if the woman swallows, some say. The more semen the better. But in your case ..."

The next day

 

"Rob! Fuck me! Fuck me with all you've got! No rubber. Nothing. Oh, Darling, fuck me! You're my last hope!"  

"Gladly!"

 

Mrs. Atkins walked in. "What's wrong, children?"  

Ellen spoke up: "There's something very slippery on the floor. I fell down. And Rob leaned down to help me up and he slipped and fell on me!"  

"Oh, Dear," said Mrs. Atkins, leaving. "I'll call the janitor."

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