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Emily
by Stephanie Keating (sally_roberts01@yahoo.com)
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Emily, a single, young, pregnant Mormon woman is sent
away by her family to 'visit' with relatives and have
her child. She soon ends up in the care of David Baxter
who receives her and nurtures the raw sexuality beneath
the surface of her morality. And as he does so, he
brings to life his own inflamed and perverse desires.
(MMF, swinger)
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CHAPTER 1
She was twenty years of age and pregnant when I met
her. My name is David--David Baxter--and I was 50 years
of age at the time. Emily had been asked to go and stay
with her Aunt Elsie and Uncle (by marriage) Gord who
would support her through her pregnancy out of wedlock.
Elsie was my best friend at the time. There was little
tolerance in Emily's strict Mormon family for sex
before marriage, let alone pregnancy. Aunt Elsie is
Mormon too, so she was deemed a suitable guardian for
Emily in the absence of her mom and dad. Unfortunately
Uncle Gord wasn't so ideal.
Poor Emily was out of her depth in her pregnancy and
hardly understood what was happening to her. She was
very pretty and terribly naive; dressed in flowers and
ribbon, she was so typical of feminized Mormon girls.
I found her indescribably attractive but was sure of my
boundaries right from the beginning. I was going to
respect her and the friendship I had with Elsie. She
wasn't showing when she arrived at her Aunt's home. Two
weeks after her arrival Aunt Elsie walked in on Emily
and Uncle Gord kissing passionately. Emily was promptly
ejected from the house, for it was no longer a home for
anyone. In what was meant to be a short term
arrangement I took Emily into my apartment with a
solemn commitment to Elsie, and by proxy to Emily's mom
and dad, to make sure that no harm came to her.
For Emily the whole situation was tragic. She botched a
wrist slashing suicide during the first week with me
and as long as I didn't disclose to her family what had
happened, she promised not to attempt hurting herself
again. So early in knowing her did we then have a bond
of faith that was greater than her dwindling faith in
God.
There were lots of tears, and for her an absence of
hope that she could ever be rehabilitated in her
community. She was right of course. I found myself
becoming fonder of her by the day. She told me that
Gord had come on to her and that she responded to him
half in passion, half in fear.
There were several occasions when I held her close as
she cried and each time I was annoyed with myself for
getting hard as I felt her tremble in my arms and
smelled the fragrance of her hair and skin. A couple of
times it was for me complete intoxication when I
inhaled her sweet breath and felt the wetness of her
tears on my face pressed close to hers.
A month into her stay with me she had just begun to
show. She had said little about her lover that had
impregnated her; but it was clear by her silence she
protected their memory together. Emily had slipped into
a jag of tearful anxiety about her uncertain future one
evening. I held her and tried to reassure her as we sat
together on the couch.
There was something profound for me in that moment when
I noticed for the first time that slight tell-tale
swelling of her belly. I can remember saying the words
as if it was another's voice: "I'm okay with you being
pregnant here with me; you can stay even after the
baby's born." I laid my hand gently on her belly and
softly caressed the place beneath where another man's
baby was growing. She placed her hand over mine and
caressed it in a way that was something more than
acknowledgement.
We stayed together like that for a long time, then
slipped into a comfortable, mutual holding. I never
wanted to let go of her. At midnight I asked her if she
would like to sleep platonically in my bed. She smiled
at me and said she would like that very much.
Both of us slipped into bed only partially undressed. I
was first and lay quietly watching as she undressed to
her bra, panties and translucent slip. Then Emily
switched of the light and climbed lightly into bed
where we both stripped to bare skin.
I had become very attached to her belly and placed my
hand there again as I wrapped my arm from behind her.
This time it was her soft bare skin that I was touching
in that first amazing moment of awe and disbelief that
I was lying with someone so young and beautiful. She
covered my hand with hers and we lay close.
"If you want to stay with me, I'm glad you're having a
baby," I whispered
"Another man's? You're okay with it?"
"Yes. In a way I'm glad it's another man's baby and not
mine."
"Why?"
"Emily, I'm thirty years older than you. Tied to
fidelity with me is like asking a sapling to reach for
the sun in an ancient forest. You're young. I'm glad
you had sex with a young man as long as you had
pleasure with him."
She seemed confused: "Don't you want to make love to
me?"
"Of course I do; I just think you need to be realistic
about our relationship."
"Okay," she said, but still seemed confused; and I
wasn't so certain of where I was taking this.
I'd been getting a slow and lazy hard-on while we were
talking. I'd pulled my hips back to prevent my penis
from touching her as she spooned into me with her butt.
I think this was partly out of a weird kind of dated
respect and partly out of the need to deny myself--a
message to myself that I didn't deserve her. But I was
getting even harder to the point where I couldn't pull
back any further. I let it stay, the tip of it nestled
into the crack of her ass. She pushed back a little and
her breathing changed.
After a minute of us both holding this position, Emily
said in a whisper, "You can do it to me if you want; I
don't mind."
I slipped my hand between her legs and felt her
wetness; I quickly guided my dick inside her body so
warm. Emily gave a little moan and sighed as she pushed
back to complete the deep, wet connection. I returned
my hand to her belly, thinking of 'his' baby inside
her. As I thought about 'him', my excitement and hard-
on became more pronounced. I was genuinely shocked at
my own body's response.
"I'm really glad you're having 'his' baby. I promise
I'll be the best father in the world. I won't even
pretend that the baby is mine; I wouldn't want to come
between you and the man you made love to. I hope you'll
always cherish that memory. You might even decide to
have another baby with him." I'm sure she could feel my
hard-on growing. "Even if we get married."
She had to have noticed my heart hammering against her
back as I held her. My body was trembling now and I
could feel myself close to ejaculating. "I've had a
vasectomy," I lied. She contracted the muscles of her
vagina. "No! No! No! Don't move." I felt myself on the
edge and wanted to crank up the sexual tension further,
imagining the filthiest things possible, even as I
found a nicer way to speak my meaning. I caressed her
belly. "His love is still inside here."
I heard her whisper a tentative 'yes.' I felt myself
thrill at her response.
"It was so special between the two of you."
Again she whimpered the quietest 'yes.'
I quickly thought of something else to stop myself
cumming, then returned to the offer and response of our
ad-lib scripting, "That's good. Making a baby should be
full of special caring and sexual pleasure. I wouldn't
want it any other way for you even if we were married."
My mouth was dry as I formulated the question, "You'd
like to have more children, wouldn't you?"
She pushed back until the wet of her vagina connected
and stayed pressed against my balls; then after a
momentary pause I heard her say in whispered passion,
'Oh, yes.'
"Then I'll help you have babies with lovers. I promise!
I promise! I promise," I exclaimed with each of the
thrusts that Emily rocked to receive that spilled my
sperm inside her.
We had both implicitly made a pact that was written in
the fluids of our bodies that night. Our lovemaking
continued throughout her pregnancy with variations to
the theme of her need to have other children with
lovers. But she remained restrained. I knew Emily could
handle it in the context of children, but she was not
free enough of her strict moral upbringing to think of
sex with other men in the context of pure animal
pleasure.
When she was eight months pregnant, we married, and I
knew from the moment of our vows that I wanted her to
have sex in the context of her impregnation and the
fuck-lust of pleasure sharing with as many men as she
could ever want. The lust burned inside me that I
couldn't yet share with Emily, my wife.
To be continued...
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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