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STORY TITLE Kelly's Story
AUTHOR Ithiaca
CODES MF, Rom, Impreg
DATE ADDED 7th October, 2007
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It had been a long day thought Kelly, as she came home from work; her husband was not yet home and with a small sigh of relief she got out and started bringing everything in the car into the home. The house as usual, was mayhem, with three growing children, two of them nearly teenagers and another still a young girl, but at least the children kept the damage to a minimum. Kelly hoped for Michael to come home soon, because all damn day she kept having the same erotic dream of her being filled to bursting with him.

They had been planning this day for months, and in the past month or so, had gone on an enforced abstinence program to heighten the mood, among other things. It was maybe a half an hour later that Michael walked thru the door with his usual after work look of worry, consternation and angst with his work place. The children had left just a short while ago with their Granny.

'Hi Honey,' she said, She shivered in anticipation as she placed some buns in the oven to cook. 'How was work?'

'Long, hard and stupid...' came his reply from the other room. He sounded only slightly exhausted, but no overly so.

'Well, I might have a cure for long, hard and stupid, if someone remembered what he will be doing tonight.' She watched him through the kitchen window as he prowled the den; she enjoyed his lean, graceful walk. Michael walked more in the hip than most guys who walked with their shoulders. Her hands itched to feel his slightly long black and silver hair with its light curls. She ached with a primal need to have her husbands' child in her, and damn near left the kitchen to take him in the den. Not that they hadn't used the Den before a few times.

Just the thought of taking him sent a thrill up her spine and she walked into the Den, noticed the small tumbler of rum and pepsi which was still sitting at the bar. He had not touched it, and it sat there with the ice melting. She gently walked up behind her husband and slowly wrapped her arms around his waist, while she nibbled on his neck and shoulders. Michael relaxed into the embrace; they had been playing with one another for several days now trying to build up the mood. Her hands then roamed freely on his chest and began working their way down...

'Someone is feeling anxious,' he chuckled, as Kelly's hands made their way under his clothes, feeling the warmth of his skin, and the growing hardness in his slacks. Michael gazed over his shoulder at his loving wife as she proceeded to hug, nuzzle and caress his body. She turned her head up and looked at him with her dark brown eyes that were filled with hunger, though not for dinner he knew was cooking in the kitchen. Her hands skimmed over his work clothes again, and she nuzzled his neck like a toothless vampire.

Feeling the heat rising in his own body, his hands started to do their own caressing of her skin through her blouse. His fingers latched onto her bra and starting to unclasp it through her shirt; he could feel his own tiredness draining away from him as she began to stroke his hard member thru his pants, then he heard Kelly whisper, 'I want it tonight, I want our baby tonight.'

This thought alone galvanized his energies as he reached down and pulled her head up to press her lips to his. His hands and arms crushing her against him, he proceeded to strip her out of her shirt and bra, leaving her topless before him. His hand caressed her bare breast as she quivered under his touch. He latched on to her right breast with both teeth and tongue suddenly, passionately, her breath exploding from her as she gasped in excitement.

She bit her lips to keep a moan from escaping, as her hands clasped his head to her, holding him closer. She felt his hands ripping across her body and dropping her clothes to the floor. Then she felt him lift her up, her legs scissoring around his waist as he took her into the kitchen. His hardness threatened to burst out of his pants, but felt good as it pressed against her mound. Her own need growing, she grabbed his head and pulled him closer. She felt his tongue shoot between her lips, her hands running quickly down to his pants, unbuckling them to drop them and his underwear to the floor. She felt his hardness as he pressed against her, then into her. She damn near screamed in primal excitement as she felt his hips bucking against hers, the feel of him deep inside her at last. It had been so long, better than a month at least. Oh sure, they had played and driven each other nuts with sexual frustration this past two weeks, but now, now was different as she looked into the hazel intensity of her husbands' eyes. He was determined to drill her right there and plant himself into her womb. This excited her more than she realized as her body exploded into pre-orgasmic fury coating the canal that lead to her waiting womb.

'Michael....Mich.... ael... cum...in...me....YES...YES....YES...... Baby... Give ...me... UHN!!!!UHN....... OH GODS YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

She felt him explode deep in her, the feel and rush as his seed left him and entered into her with driving force, she even felt the pulsating tip of him as he was still cumming into her, tight against the wall of her womb, filling her up. She collapsed over his shoulders,

'Hmmmm... think the meal is almost cooked, 'she said tiredly.

'Gods I hope not,' Michael replied, 'I hope it has only just started and may even need some more help tonight.

She felt a small shiver of anticipation of being made love to later this evening after dinner, with, she hoped, the same animal passion. Their dinner was not so much cooked food as just a selection of healthy, aphrodisiacal hors d'oeuvres, which they carried into the den. Michael had a seat on their couch, taking a corner piece with his legs parted, leaving his manhood still full and slightly limp, glistening with sex juices still on him.

She sat down still nude with her back to him, but her vulva over his slightly hard member; she felt his hands curve over her body. As they started to roam and touch her, she leaned back into him to feed him an oyster, which she kept between her teeth. Thrilling in the feel of his calloused hands over her abdomen and breast, when his lips met hers she passed the erotic sea-flavored morsel to him and his tongue touched hers in a long passionate kiss. Her heart nearly skipped a beat as she felt his penis getting harder between her thighs as his kissing and groping continued. She continued in her kissing with her husband, when she felt his right hand dip between her thighs and start to rub her mound specifically over her pleasure nub. She bit back a groan of pleasure as he rubbed and massaged her aching need and continued playing with her well formed C-cup sized breasts.

She languidly started to move forward, shifting her position as she reached forward to get another bite to eat. She moved her hands forward to help stabilize her and also grab some more food. She felt her husband move beneath her she assumed a tentative all fours position; she felt his rigid hardness plunge into her from behind suddenly. As his hands gripped her hips she savored his thrusting motions just over her g-spot; gripping the table hurriedly she rode through his thrusting as he gyrated right onto her g-spot with his thick manhood, the suddenness of his attack left her swooning as she held on to the table. She felt the rising of her passions that soon, cumulated into an orgasmic explosion throughout her body, even to the point of sending her juices gushing over his rigid member. Soon she felt him stop and begin flexing inside her, his only motions those of breathing and pulsating.

'Evil...Male...No...Fair...Uhm!!! Oh God!!... Felt so...Good!'



She lifted herself off of him, quivering at the feel of him sliding out of her. Turning around she repositioned herself over him, face to face, as she presented a plate of food to her husband. Mike took the plate with his free left hand, and held it off to the side while he slowly licked and suckled on the aureole of her right breast, his hardness throbbing just outside of her. Leaning her back with her hands on the table, he arranged the food on her chest, a sausage link being the last piece; he adjusted himself and slid back into her quivering womanhood. He started on the first piece of food on her body, slowly slurping it up and then licking some sauce from her breast. While at the same time he slowly thrummed in her with his penis.

The building up of energy stunned her, never in her wildest imagination could she had imagined this, not at all. Biting her lips she moaned low in her throat. His teeth and tongue moved over her breast and chest, until he got to the last piece, the sausage, which he lifted and bit into. Bringing her back up to a full sitting position, as he thrust gently in her, she came forward; seeing the sausage link in his lips, she brought her mouth to his and kissed him again sharing the morsel as his thrusting and hers continued. She moaned, as did he, in their kiss. A wave of orgasmic pleasure rushed over her again as she felt her husband's hot seed shoot out into her moist and waiting womb.

Gently he held her close as they shuddered in their shared passion. 'Uhm! Baby that felt good.' Michael said gently and low, his voice muffled lightly by her body, as he laid his head against her chest to listen to the sound of her heart beating. Kelly rested her head over his, as her hand crept down to her belly to rest her hand against vulva. Gradually she felt him going soft out of her, as they lay cuddled on the couch. Still gently touching and stroking one another. Kelly finally felt him shift his weight to get up. As he did so, he turned around and gently helped her up off the couch, and they led one another with teasing kisses and caresses upstairs to their bedroom.

There Michael once again clasped her from behind, his right hand snaking around her belly and womb as his left gently massaged her breasts. She felt his lips on her neck, gently nibbling and kissing her, while he held her close, his virile fingers caressing her tits and her vagina. Slowly, with tenderness that was not apparent downstairs, he moved his left hand up to her neck and chin, bringing her head around to meet his lips. Where their kisses before were in crushing passionate need, this was gentle, sensual in nature. Waves of pleasure running through her body, her own hand joined his over her womb.

Gently they kissed and held one another like that until she felt him break their embrace. He slowly kissed her chin, neck, shoulder as he moved around her, until his lips touched and caressed her breast, then under her breast, to the top of her belly. He continued to kiss her slowly, sensually, lovingly, longingly. He finally stopped at her nether region after a languid kiss; he suckled over her navel and down to her womanhood. He then gently pressed apart the folds of her vulva and started to kiss, lick and suckle on her. The feel of her smooth skin under his hands as he grasped her hips and buttocks, squeezing them gently as he pressed his face deeper into her, thrilled them both.. His tongue shooting into her, he licked her pleasure nub, until she came lightly. She gasped for breath as he finally and with equally long and languid kisses and suckles, moved his way back up until he stood face to face with her. They kissed again and gently fell into bed, Michael moved back down again, making love to every inch of Kellie's body, until he reached her feet. She felt his kisses, nuzzles, caresses on every centimeter of her skin, as if she were being caressed all over her body at the same time.

As he reached her feet, he stopped himself, and then gently kissed the tops of her feet. Then he said slowly and carefully,

'Blessed be thy feet, that has brought thee to me.'

He then moved up to her knees, gently touching her, until he stopped and kissed her on her knees. And then he said;

'Blessed be they Knees, for they support thee'

Slowly he continued his kissing and licking, paying attention to the areas of her joints until he reached her belly/womb. Gently he kissed her here also, with that he stated clearly,

'Blessed be thy Womb, from which our child shall be borne.'

He moved gently up to her breasts as she shivered and moaned with the pent up energies of her sexual need as he kissed each of her breasts, then said with the same softness of voice,

'Blessed be thy Breasts, for they are formed in beauty and from them shall our child be nourished.'

He finally reached her lips, hovering over them just inches away, the look of his own pent-up need wanting to release and be in her, and she wanted to have him in her. She could feel his hardness this time pressing against her lower lips, the head of his penis resting against her. She heard him speak again, his voice warm and husky,

'Blessed be thy lips, which shall teach our child the ways.'

Gently then his lips touched her as his body entered into her, both her mouth and her vagina as they made love slowly intimately, constantly staring into one another's eyes as they built up their passion, just before they reached their final climax. Michael slid out of her and repositioned them both so that he could mount Kelly from behind. Gently he slid himself back into her and taking her left hand in his he touched her belly/womb with both their hands while their right hands lay clasped together. Gently they started to make love again, the pleasure of the moment building in them both, his grunts and thrusts timing with her thrusts and moans...

'Mhmmm!!!...Michael...Oh Gods!!!... I ...can ...see...her...!!! OHYES, YES, YES. CUMINME, CUMINME...NOW... YEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!'

She felt her husband explode deep inside her, his penis flexing and thrusting over her g-spot, the feel of his cum shooting through him and into her filling her totally, opening her, filling her with their child. Cuddling there she could feel him stroking her belly, massaging it gently as they kissed and held each other and their newly conceived child.

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Kelly was nervous. The last time she was this nervous was on the night she gave away her virginity. She stood in front of the mirror at the bathroom sink, trembling. Her eyes looked down at the counter at the little stick with its little window mocking her with its one pink line in the shape of a '-'symbol. It was the weekend after last and she had waited with growing impatience until now to find out if she was with child (again); she still had five or so minutes to wait or so.

She could hear the sounds of laughter and mock indignation as the rest of the family, Michael, David, Michelle and Cassie, were playing Life. Walking out of the bathroom to get away from the little stick and its mocking - sign, 'easy to read...right!' She snorted in disgust. She walked casually through the master bedroom that she shared with Michael and stopped to let her hands caress over the satin sheets that only last week had held them both as they made love. She stared at the four-poster, mahogany king-sized bed. Her eyes gazed over the rest of the room, from the dresser in the right hand corner that held their clothes to the vanity mirror desk set that Michael had bought for her on their honeymoon. She turned to see a small recliner chair, in the other corner; next to that was an antique rolltop desk. Her gaze roved around the room until she focused on the double doors that lead to the private balcony upstairs. She walked over to them and gently opened the door, going outside.

Stepping outside she inhaled the clean night air; the stars were twinkling in their nighttime glory in the clear air. Michael had encouraged her to move to an area that was far enough removed from the city to give them some privacy. She had admitted that it was one of his better ideas and upon seeing this house she had fallen in love with its location, even if it was a stone bitch to get into and out of during winter time. Smiling fondly, she wrapped her arms around herself, savoring the quiet of the night. Turning around, she went back inside and crossed the room to another door that led into what the realtor had called a home office.

In here, in there off time, both of them had spent the past three months converting this bare room with its stark colors into a nursery. They're thinking was that wishing and a positive thought about having a baby will help make it so. She rested one hand on the crib rail after she came through the door. The crib was a smooth burnished wood that Michael had spent about a month refurbishing along with the dresser/changing table, which though empty, would hold the baby's clothes. Her eyes took in the colors of the room, which they had all helped paint. She had found an interesting thing online; a kind of paint by numbers set for a bedroom, so they had proceeded to paint the place in a soothing woodland setting theme. The ceiling was painted black but held the bright colors of stars and a moon.

On one of the walls there stood a unicorn. Cassie had suggested it but David, the artist of their little troop had drawn and painted it in. The creature looked like it was going to walk right out the picture. The room's floor was covered with a thin green carpet, which had a blue rug cut in an odd shape in the middle of the floor that was meant to resemble a lake. Her eyes drifted over the rocking chair and footstool that had been bought as an early gift for her by Michael. Next to that was a small bookshelf, which already had a small collection of bedtime books for baby.

She stood alone in the darkened room, with her hands wrapped around herself. Just the thought that she might be pregnant made her go slightly weak in the knees; if everything that happened last weekend was for naught, she did not know what they would do. Since a year after the birth of her daughter, Michelle, she had wanted to have another baby, but each time she thought she was pregnant it never happened. Then she had met Michael and his children. Upon meeting him, first online, then in person, she knew with certainty that she would have a child, and not just for her. Now she wanted to have a baby for him as well, to see a child with her brown eyes and his black hair, or vice versa; she really did not care.

She just wanted to have a baby to hold in her arms and love, care for, and nurture. She crossed to the rocking chair and sat down. Pulling up one of the pillows on the floor, she laid it across her belly. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel and weight on her stomach, also the comfort of the chair in which she sat, her imagination starting to run off with her as she fell into sleep.



Michael slowly walked up the stairs; he smiled ruefully as he carried his seven-year-old daughter up the stairs to her bedroom. He had left the two teenagers, his two step-children, alone down in the den to their own amusements as he made his way to his younger daughter's bedroom. Quietly opening the door, he entered into the room decorated in Unicorns, Fairies and the like. He helped her out of her clothes and she sleepily got into her nightgown and climbed into bed. Kissing his daughter good night, he walked out of her room and closed the door.

He walked down the hall to the master bedroom, knocking quietly on the door as he entered. He found the rooms empty, but the bathroom light on. He barely acknowledged the other two doors left open. He walked into the bathroom to check on Kelly only to find it empty. As he turned to leave, he spotted the E.P.T. test stripe on the counter. Looking at it closer, he noticed the indicator in the window. Checking over the paperwork and the log made by his wife, he noted the time she started and what time it was now.

Smiling, he walked out of the bathroom with the stick in hand. Going first to the porch he looked out there. 'Kelly,' he said quietly into the night as he looked around the balcony, not seeing her. He turned, and then seeing the door to the nursery was opened he walked towards the room, stopping at the doorway. He saw his wife asleep in the maternity rocker he bought. The light of the moon was coming through the window in the baby's room, lighting her with its luminescence, the pillow laid on her belly just so, so that at first to his eyes it looked like she was already heavy with child, and her face had a content look of peace and happiness on it. The light from the moon also shone on the unicorn painting behind her, illuminating the great beast, making it seem more alive then ever before. As it hovered there behind and over his wife, he walked quietly into the room.

He knelt down next to her, placing his hand on the pillow. 'Kel,' he said, 'wake up, hon...' he crept a little closer and kissed her gently on the cheek. Murring slightly she woke up, stretching out and causing the pillow to fall.

'How long was I asleep?' she asked, still half asleep.

'About an hour or so. I just put Cassie to bed and David and Michelle are downstairs watching a movie or playing on the computers. I just came in to check on you and found you in here asleep and looking, might I add, very maternal in appearance.' His eyes gleamed at his little joke, and she smiled at him.

'The test... Oh my god, I forgot the test.' she exclaimed, as she tried to get out of the chair.

'It is okay, I have it right here,' he said, his voice starting to thicken with emotion. 'Would you like to know, now?'

Kelly held her breath, nodding, hoping and praying.

'Congratulations, Kelly... You are a Mom, again,' he said while placing his hand on her belly, and kissing her gently, first on her cheeks, then on her lips. She clasped her husband around his shoulders kissing him back, their pent up emotions flooding out of them as they celebrated quietly in the nursery.

Gently he held his wife as they kissed passionately in the nursery. He felt her hands start to skim his back. Standing up, he helped her up out of the rocking chair, still holding her as carefully as if she were a porcelain doll. He looked at her, his hands gently drying her tears of joy, happiness and release of pent anxieties.

Her hands came to the top of her shirt and started to slowly unbutton it one button at a time. 'Kel... We do not have to do...'

She placed the tips of her right finger on his lips and making a small housing sound she quieted her husband. 'I want to;' she said her voice low and throaty' I want to feel my husband making love to me, right here and right now.'

She then proceeded to gently push him down to his knees so that he was looking up at her; she finished with the unbuttoning of her blouse. Then dropping her blouse slightly,it came to rest on her elbows, revealing her bare skin to the open air and moon light that was still shining through the window. She reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. Allowing that and her shirt to fall to the floor, she then proceeded to undo her pants, dropping that and her panties. Kelly stood before her husband, the moonlight highlighting her naked glory.

Michael knelt there stunned; he had never seen this side of her before. Sure, they had made love in kinky and sometime inappropriate places. But here and now, his breath caught in his throat. He felt as if the maiden herself had come down to him and inhabited the body of his wife. He stayed there, not making a sound as she approached him. Her hand caressed his cheek as she pressed her naked body against his head. He kissed her taut belly that soon would grow in girth with their child. He felt her hands slowly encircle his head, holding him close as his lips and tongue continues their slow and sensuous process over her belly/womb. He lowered himself a bit and gently kissed and bit at her vulva. His hands curved around her thighs to her buttocks to hold her in his arms as he gently licked and teased her moistening vulva.

The dance moved with slow passion as he licked his wife until she shuddered in a light orgasm. Kelly then brought her hands back to the front of his head, and slowly bade him rise. She then lightly kissed him on the lips, scenting and tasting herself on them. She proceeded to pull up his Polo shirt, pulling that over his head, her hands skimming over his chest, noting the slight paunch of middle age in his stomach, the matt of black hair on his chest. She brought her lips to his chest and kissed and licked him, sending small shudders up from the base of his spine.

This she continued until she reached his pants, there unbuckling the belt and unbuttoning his jeans. She helped him out of his clothing including his shoes and socks. He stood now naked before her,a s she gently kneaded and massaged his manhood, which had sprung fully erect from the concealment of his clothing. Down on her knees she then started to kiss the head of his shaft, gently licking and suckling as her mouth slowly encircled him. The fingers of her right hand she gently toyed with his testicles while she slowly and languidly tongued her husbands stiffening manhood. Sucking a bit of precum from him, she pushed herself backward until she lay on the floor, her feet planted with her knees pointing upright, She held her hands in invitation to him.

Gently he lowered himself to his goddess and slowly covering her body with his, entered her. The feel of her smooth skin against his, the feel of the smooth walls of her womanhood as it fully engulfed his manhood made him shudder anew. They moved in slow and sensuous motions, passions building with their kissing. Their lovemaking took on a whole new meaning and level of intimacy. His hands played gently with her breasts, while her hands alternated between loving caresses and digging furrows in his back.Beginning gently, their motions became faster as both their bodies became ready for the final conclusion. Their breathing becoming more labored until finally she cried out in sensual relief as she felt her husband explode deep into her already pregnant womb, filling her with his seed and love, collapsing over her. As their senses slowly came back to them. Gently getting up from the floor, they quietly padded back into their bedroom and went to bed. To sleep, perchance to dream of the new life that they had made.