Window's DNS is somewhat finicky. If you have a virus, or spyware that tries to make DNS lookups while you're connecting to your ISP, it can prevent DNS from working once you do connect.
Good question... if you had followed the link, you would know.
The International Astronomical Union (IAU) has approved
the name Dactyl for the tiny moon discovered this year in
orbit around the asteroid Ida by NASA's Galileo mission.
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The name is derived from the Dactyli, a group of
mythological beings who lived on Mount Ida, where the infant
Zeus was hidden -- and raised, in some accounts -- by the
nymph Ida and protected by the Dactyli. Other mythological
accounts say that the Dactyli were Ida's children by Zeus.
There's a review of it here. Looks like they've added support for a lot more Macintosh hardware. Kudos to yellow dog and the PPC linux kernel programmers.
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Anonymous Coward detracts from the system's ability to host an intelligent discussion on anything, let alone something controversial.
Actually, anonymity provides the freedom to post an unpopular or controversial point of view. Most ACs are people too lazy to log in, don't wish to have an account, are posting goatse links, etc, but they start at a score of 0 and crap generally gets modded down.
I'd argue that poor moderation (*cough*slashdot*cough*) is a greater detractor.
actually, the point I was trying to get at was that fake growth by "clever" accounting is no better than fake growth by inflation that you when you don't have your currency backed by anything other than "good faith and credit"
A gold standard only wokrs if all the trading partners involved stick to it religously though.
You do realize that WorldCom, Enron, Global Crossing, et alia wouldn't have been able to have reported growth as they did under an honest accounting standard.
I wish I had known about this site a couple weeks ago! I did some apache/php tuning for a client. This site has some good tips. And if you're planning on getting slashdotted, check here
One key aspect of contract is "consideration" -- each party must agree to do something that they are not obligated to do, or refrain from doing something they have a right to do.
While it doesn't have to be "fair", but if it's ridiculously one-sided, a judge might decalre it invalid.
In the case of a non-compete agreement, the company agrees to hire you; you agree to work for them and not work for a competitor in the future.
No offense, but chances are thousands of corporate lawyers know a little bit more about contract law than an AC that begins his posts with the disclaimer, "IANAL":)
Interesting... Since Linux was created since minix changes could *only* be distributed as patches (modified minix source code couldn't be redistributed).
Non-compete contracts are unenforceable if they unfairly limit your ability to have a job. A *temporary* (ie 2 years or less) restriction from working for competitors or practicing the trade within a geographic area is enforceable.
Most solutions require genetic algorithms and while I can understand and implement them (having a degree in AI and CS) I'm not going to be around after the summer and this creates problems for people maintaining my code
Well, since this is slashdot, why not open source it, then the "community" can maintain it?
No operating systems written with.NET No comercial games written with.NET No office suites written with.NET No drivers written with.NET No large apps at all with.NET except.NET itself
My wife and I have been together for nearly ten years. About five months ago, as Kathleen was approaching her 42nd birthday, we decided that we had better have the child we would eventually want before it was too late. Unfortunately, due to a tropical fever that I caught three years ago, my sperm count was reduced to near impotent levels. While they will eventually increase back to normal, it will be at least three years before I could expect to get Kathleen pregnant with my own seed. By that time it would be too late.
Kathleen is 5'8" 155 lbs. Her hair is dark brown with grey streaks through it and it's cut close to her head in something approaching a bob. To be honest, she's fairly evenly proportioned but her ass is getting a little broad. Still, it looks very inviting in a skirt. She's very near sighted and requires a fairly strong prescription for her glasses. She's cute in a librarian sort of way. Besides, I love her.
We needed a plan that would enable us to have children while still connecting the child to a sexual contact between us. Sperm banks were out. So was adoption. After much soul searching we decided on the following solution. After exhaustive research into family and medical histories etc. and an extensive interviewing procedure, we would settle on four different men who would be paid $500.00 a pop for coming to our house on a regular and rotating schedule based on the results of our home ovulation test results to copulate with my wife until she was impregnated.
After each session, I would make love to her so that it may have been possible that it was my seed that did it. We would not endeavor to track down the real father. We were prepared to lose $25,000 of our savings to accomplish this feat. If she didn't get pregnant after being fucked 50 times, then it would never happen.
Kath was extremely hesitant at first, but as the baby clock began ticking louder and louder, she agreed to go through with it. We also needed a way to keep the technical infidelity out of the marriage bed so we decided to use a guest room downstairs for her reception of the men's stud services. It would be done in a very formal and business like manner with positions prescribed for maximum penetration. Each man would ask Kathleen to wear certain things that would provide them with a visual turn on. In turn, Kath was allowed to ask that the men wear certain things as well.
We decided that the act itself should be performed over an upholstered chair, one that she could bend over easily. It would be easier for her, she said, if she was not face to face with them. There was also a desk in the corner, a straight back chair, some baby oil and some towels and clothes to clean up with.
After each session, I was to take her to our bed and make love to her in our usual fashion. After about two months of interviews and personal research, we settled on four men that Kath and I found attractive enough and similar enough to me in features to be worthy of the task at hand. We worked out a schedule based on Kathleen's ovulation cycle and set the date for the first attempt.
A week before David arrived for our Saturday afternoon session, Kathleen began getting nervous and nearly backed out. We talked about all of the diffeent fallout scenarios and she finally decided that having a baby was worth the risk. In order to try and deal with it, I suggested that we both try and make it a turn on for us. I suggested that she may want to look at it as a last chance to do what she wanted with other men and just be happy to get serviced like few other women ever would.
On Saturday morning David phoned to ask Kathy to just wear a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Kathy, knowing David was an avid cyclist, asked him to wear a pair of lycra cycling shorts and tight t-shirt. At four, David arrived, wearing the requested gear. As I led him into the living room my heart began racing. Kathy was waiting in the guest room. She was shaking when I closed the door and went to greet David. The two of us sat down and I had David sign the contract we had worked out and discuss the finer points of what was expected.
David was shaking a little too. But I stole a few glances between his legs as he was reading the contract. The bulges were pretty impressive and he was semi-hard already. I could see the outline of his cock, the ridges of his head and his balls were tightly coated in the shiny black lycra. Kathy always liked this kind of sight. We stood up, shook hands and I told him, with a quiver in my voice "She's all yours for as long as it takes. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."
"Um, thanks. Where will you be?" "I'll wait out here until you're done. And just so you know, the sounds the two of you make will probably excite me so I'll be pretty hot for her ass when you come out. Go to it!"
David walked to the guest room door, entered and closed the door behind him. I savoured the sight of his tight, muscular ass wrapped in the shiny, tight black cycling tights knowing they'd be thrusting into Kathleen very soon..
All I could do was wait. After about five minutes, I heard the sound of Kathy's belt buckle and jeans hit the floor. Then I heard the chair being moved. In about five more minutes I heard David's breathing. "Oohhhhhh!" he let out. Then the chair began a gentle rocking sound. Jenn was dead quiet.
I was getting very hard just listenening to the creaking sounds of the chair. Back and forth, back and forth. I was too nervous to masturbate but the knowledge that my wife was behind that door, bent over a chair with another man's penis inside her was very exciting. It was even more exciting thinking of their wet, interlocked sex organs and the fact that we were actually hoping for his seed to become life with her egg.
Soon enough the rocking sound got very frantic and after about a minute of the building sound of flesh hitting flesh, David let fly with a shout "OH GOD YEAH! Ahhhhhhh. Ahhhhh. Ahhh" as his sex organs were triggered by the friction of rubbing against my wifes inner walls to ejaculate.
After a minute, the door opened and David, red faced and breathing heavily with a glow of sweat emerged. He'd just put on his tights. He had his t-shirt in his hand. He thanked me and I handed him the cheque and I went to see my wife and finish the job.
When I quietly crept in, Kathy was sitting in the chair. Her jeans were off but she'd left her sweater on. She was crying, then bawling. I tried comforting her and saying it was alright but she just kept quietly sobbing. After holding her awhile, I began to get hard just thinking about what had taken place here shortly before. My mouth moved to hers and we began kissing, her tears streaking her face. Before I knew it she reached for my cock and began jacking me off. I was so close to shooting I told her to take her sweat shirt off and straddle the chair. She did as I asked, her large pendulous breasts hanging down and swaying as the cotton pulled away, freeing them. She stood, her eyes still wet, the crying over. She turned, bent over the chair, grasped the arms of the chair and uttered her first words of the afternoon. "Your turn."
With that I placed my cock head to her opening and pushed it in. I was up to the limit in one stroke. She was flooded with David's semen. It felt like slipping my cock into a tight, well worn, kid leather glove filled with warm, melted butter. After about ten strokes I came into her. I knew, though, that the experience was really traumatic for her.
Kathy confessed that the act had felt like a dirty affair, that it upset her for that reason. I suggested that, seeing as stud #2 was due in a few days she should try and view it another way; that she was a goddess commanding ritual stud services. She said she'd try. She did want a baby, and the ritual sex did excite her in theory.
On the appointed day, Kathy was called in to work. We couldn't contact the next man in line, Steven, in time to cancel. Kathy would only get back five minutes before she was due for her "injection", no time to shower or mentally prepare herself. Also, neither would have time to discuss what to wear or do to prep her for penetration. Steven would just have to take her in her work clothes after a day at work. But we did manage to devise a new strategy to ensure that the maximum amount and force of ejaculation was reached. Kath would tie up each man's nuts like they do with breeding bulls and place a steel cock ring at the base of each man's penis. The ring we already had but Kath had to stop off at a sewing supply store to pick up a piece of fine silk cord for stringing up her stud's balls.
Steven arrived on the following Saturday at 3:50, ten minutes early. Kath still wasn't home. We sat down and I had him sign the contract. He wore a pair of grey slacks and a white dress shirt. He was very well built. Kathy wore a knee length blue skirt with a white slip and panties and bra. She had on a navy tunic style blazer and cream blouse. She burst through the front door, out of breath, and apologising for being held up. She said hello to Steven and went straight to the guest room. Steven's eyes followed her ass. It was now up to him to get it, get her skirt off and seed her. After a minute, Kathy said, from behind the door "I'm ready, Hon, send him in!"
Steven went in and closed the door. This time, I wanted to see it. I quietly went out to the back patio area where there was a sliding glass door opening onto the guest room. Because the patio was walled, Kathy may not have drawn the curtains. As I turned the corner to where I could get a good view, I saw that I was in luck...the view was perfect!
I saw Steven undressing. Kath was leaning, fully dressed against the desk. She watched him intensely and her left hand made its way past her jacket and into her blouse to fondle her breasts. When Steven got down to his jockeys, I realised that Kathleen was in for a real treat. He was hung like a horse! Kathleen walked up to him and took it in her hands and began stroking it. He was hard in two seconds. She carressed his balls and ran her fingers over his muscular ass cheeks.
Then she dropped to her knees. She gently tied the silk cord around the top of his scrotum and put the steel ring on. Hie veins began bulging out and his cock was a slight shade of purple. She looked up and drew her finger nails accross the underside of his tightened shining scrotum. His penis twitched and he began breathing deeply. She gently cupped his balls with her right hand while her left went down to begin tugging up her skirt. Kath then took his foreskin between her thumb and forefinger and pulled it back, unsheathing the shiny business end of Steven's cock. I could see a clear dewdrop oozing from the slit. Soon that slit would be launching volleys of creamy white seed into my wife's loins. Kath began smearing the dewdrop over his purple plum-like cock head.
Then, as though she had just spread the icing on her desert, she parted her lips, let her tongue hang out and sucked it in. "Oh Jesus!" said Steven as he closed his eyes. Kath went to work on him. I just sat and watched the back of Kath's head bobbing up and down from the back. I was content to watch Steven's rapturous facial contortions as my wife sucked him. His fingers were gently resting on her hair, occasionally going down and fingering her ears. Her head began going up and down very rapidly and suddenly, Steven's knees began to shake and he let out a sharp cry. Kath's head was still. I watched as her cheeks gently expanded, then she started swallowing the man's fresh, warm ejaculate.
Soon enough, Kathleen stood up, a string of clear liquid hanging from her lips. She wiped her mouth, walked to the desk and grabbed the sides. Steven came up behind her with his beautiful glistening rod headed for her ass. Kathleen began hiking her skirt up. The first thing to show was her slip, then her panties, then the skirt was up around her ample waist. Then came the most delicious moment: Kathleen tugging her panties down to her knees. This was such a turn on because it was the final act of permission, Kath dropping her drawers to allow this man to enter her. With her white cotton knickers dropping to her ankles, Kathleen was now bound. She was presenting her little buttered clam for stud service. Steven brought his hand to her slit and put his fingers inside to test the waters. Kath was biting her lip and closing her eyes. I could see her mouth the words "do it". Steven began vigourously fingering her from behind. Kath's face was serene and smiling.
Steven held onto her waist and began easing his cock into my wife. I could see his dangling, tied sac of sperm laden testicles dangling between his legs. Kathleen was grimacing and chewing her lip. It took about thirty seconds to get all the way into her. Then he began delivery, fucking her with a strong, hard rhythm. Kath's mouth hung open and her eyes were clamped shut as he began to drive her hard. She was clutching the desk and hanging on for dear life as this young stud prepared to empty his seed into her ripened womb. Suddendly Steven stopped and closed his eyes. His pushing jerked a little slowing to a stop with three short jabs as his nuts shook back and forth, releasing their load into Kath's vagina.
I quickly returned to the front room, hard as a rock. It took them a little while to get themselves together. Steven opened the door, said "I'm really grateful to you for this. That was a pleasure." I handed him a cheque and he left, perhaps to be called back if Kath was still not pregnant up in a few weeks.
I walked in on my rumpled looking Kathleen. She remained bent over the desk with her skirt and slip up and her panties around her ankles. Her blouse hung open and she was glowing with sweat and her heart was thumping. "Next!" she shouted with a big smile on her face, looking back over her shoulder at me. "Did you hear all of that, sweetie? I thought you might like to hear us talking to each other as we did it." "Um, yeah, that was great" I said, lying. I didn't want to shock her by telling her I watched the whole thing and that I knew she blew him. Besides, I wanted in on her wet, freshly humped backside. I came up behind her and opened my pants at the front, then let them drop. I pushed my straining erection into her only to feel kid leather soaked in warm, melted butter!
I began screwing her and asked her how she liked him. "God, didn't you hear me? He was huge and it really hurt. I just held on and gritted my teeth. I liked everything that happened up till that point." With that, I reached underneath her and stroked and worked her slippery little nub while I fucked her. In short order she quietly began whimpering and bucking. At least I made her come. In no time, I, too, had a piece of my wife's ass.
After this session, Kath confessed that she had some ideas to make the process interesting. She liked David's tight loins and stated that she wanted to ride him on a stool, facing him. For the next man, whose personality she didn't care for as much as the others, she would be blindfolded and lying on her back on the desk, her legs spread, ready for a quick sperm donor type of encounter. She would masturbate for him until he was aroused and stroking himself, Then, as he was about to come, he would drive it into her and shoot. Then I would take over and remove the blindfold.
When he arrived, Kath was in the room masturbating in her panties. He went in, and in about five minutes he was mounting Kath and came a short time after. A quick in and out. We later called him and told him that we would no longer require his services.
Michael was a lifeguard at the pool. Kathleen instantly decided that if she was going to get screwed by a man with a swimmer's build, he should be wearing his speedos. She'd always confessed to me that she loved the sight of mens crotches at the beach, the ones with their family jewels encased in the nylon pouches. Michael had asked that Kathleen wear only her panties and bra.
After the signing of the contract, he stripped down to his swimsuit and walked to the door. "Take your time!" I said, hoping to prolong Kathleen's pleasure and get another eyefull of her in the act. I once again snuck out to the patio. It was a sunny day and this time the sliding door was open. In no time at all, Kath was down to her panties and bra and on her knees kissing the bulge between Michael's legs through the nylon casing. She was carressing his ass. His hands were on the top of her head.
Kath reached into his pouch and brought out a perfectly formed, virtually sculpted erection. It was sticking straight up, nearly against his stomach. Her tongue came out and licked his balls and then all the way up to the tip. Then she brought her mouth open down on it and began suckling this statuesqe athlete's penis. After a while, she figured his pole was thoroughly prepared with a slick coat of her saliva to slip right in. She was probably soaked and ready the second her lips touched his pouch. Then she tied up his balls with the silk cord and with considerable effort, put the steel ring on him. As the ring reached the base, his penis began to expand even more until it was pulsing and nealy bursting with veins. A dollop of clear liquid oozed from the tip.
She lay on the carpet on her back and opened her legs. She dipped her fingers into her panties and began jacking herself off in front of him. With her free hand she slipped her fingers into her bra and pinched her nipples. She closed her eyes and masturbated for him. After a few minutes she decided the moment was right and proceeded to the most exquisite part: the almost ceremonial removal of her panties. Kath raised her backside a little and put her thumbs into the waistband of her undies. Slowly, she began pulling them off so that the crotch panel hung between her legs, the last barrier to go before penetration. She flung them off to the side and spread her thighs presenting her loins.
Michael was transfixed as he got his first eyeful of her moist crotch which was now his for the taking. He got down on top of her. Kath reached between their legs to guide his strung up and bursting manhood into her. As he eased it in he let out a long soft moan. Then he began. Kath's legs went up and I was looking at the bottom of her feet as they hung in the air, moving with Michael's first strokes. I could just see his ass bobbing up and down, clenching and rotating. His ass and thighs were taught and extremely muscular. He was like a athletic fucking machine with the stamina of a racehorce. They went at it for about fifteen minutes. Kath seemed to be kissing him and truly making love to him. I could rest assured that any child that might come from this union would be the product of really thorough physical pleasure.
I decided to go back to the front room and listen. "AHHHH! YES! A litlle slower. That's it. Mmmmm" I could her from her mouth. I sat listening for another twenty minutes. They were STILL at it! They seemed to be trying the chair, the desk, the floor, everything. This man had a cock that wouldn't quit and Kath was relishing every second of his service. She was going get every last drop out of him. I went outside again to see what they were up to.
They had closed the sliding door and he was doing my wife up against the glass in a standing postion with her legs wrapped around his waist! I could see Kath's ample rear pressed like a ham against the glass, spreading out a bit with each of Michael's thrusts. Just below her ass I could see her stud's testicles swaying back and forth in their pouch. The sound of the door frame about to shatter made him slow down and I guess they slipped a little because suddenly, just below Kath's ass were multiple jetting spurts of creamy white come splattering on the glass. He must have partially slipped out just as he was coming. The glass door was a mess. from the crack of Kath's ass down to the floor was a translucent whitish streak.
She quickly got down on all fours and her stud, while his endless ejaculation continued, put his still spurting rod back into Kathleen. He held still and let it continue to fill her up.
After the first test since we began our little scheme, we realized that she'd need another round. She was still not pregnant. Well...onwards. I called David and asked if he'd be willing to have another crack at knocking her up. He said sure and asked if the money would be the same. I said yes and offered him a 500.00 bonus if Kath tested postive for pregnancy around the time of his visits. He agreed not to have sex or masturbate for a week to help the build up for a massive ejaculation.
It was Saturday and Kath called to discuss the turn on needs of David before he arrived to perform his duties. She apologised to him for being such a dull lay the last time and that she wouldn't be such a cold fish this time around. She felt bad about just dropping her jeans, bending over and remaining stock still while David fucked her, as if she were just a breeding cow. She said that she wanted him to make her come.
David asked that she dress up a bit this time. Kathleen was in a cheeky mood that afternoon so she decided to throw him for a loop. She would wear her wedding dress! After searching through our storage area, Kath found her white wedding gown, went to the spare room and worked on letting it out a little to fit her somewhat expanded girth. In about two hours she emerged dressed head to toe in her white bridal gown, veil and all, just like on the day I married her. "This ought to get him going!" I told her to wait in the guest room until David arrived.
After repeating the ritual signing of the contract. I sent David in. Kath had asked that he be naked upon entry. David was stiff as a rock on his way in. I sat and listened. In about ten minutes, I heard the first rustlings of the fabric of her dress. He was no doubt pawing her and gathering up the material to get access to her private parts. In about five minutes I heard the rhythmic rustling of her satin wedding gown and Kath's low moaning. I crept up to the door and opened it just a crack.
Kathleen was bent over the chair with the gown dress bunched up around her waist. Her bridal veil was still in place being blown away from her face in unison with his strokes. David was holding on to her hips and he looked like a dog humping a white poodle. I looked at Kath's feet. She was lurching forward on her bare toes, just barely hanging on. David's ass was clenching and he sounded as if he was going to come. He began humming "Here comes the bride" into Kath's ear. Her mouth hung open, her eyes were closed. When he said "And is the bride going to come?" she smiled, her eyes still closed, and said "Uhh...uhh...uh...obviously I've...uh....uh...got the best man inside me!" She winced and her orgasm began. David and Jenn were hissing through their teeth together and let out a tremendous pair of moans as they shared a brilliant climax.
After the next negative test, we decided to quicken the pace. At the peak of her cycle, we decided to have all four men rotate through on four consecutive days. Night after night, they would come, fuck Kath and leave. Every night I would hear the moans gasps and squeeking chairs coming from the room. Gentle rocking sounds loud outursts, and one time Kath let out a blood curdling scream as she came. With David, she was having the best sex. She even began crying out for God when she came. I eventually suggested that she just begin having sex with him whenever she liked.
Kathleen would often come to bed after sex with her studs and tease me with tales of their couplings. Her routine with Michael began with them going down on each other. Michael would eat her and she would take his velvety, plum like cock head into her mouth as he sat in a chair. She would tie his nuts up in their sac with a silk cord and put the cock ring on him. She'd bring him to the edge of spurting while she fingered herself to a near climax. Then, just before he was about to ejaculate, she'd get up and straddle him, lowering herself onto his jutting spear.
Michael came to like kneading Kath's ass as she rode him, eventually taking to pushing his fingers into her asshole using the juice from their mingling sex organs. Kathleen said she really enjoyed coming with Michael's fingers in her ass and his teeth clenching on her engorged nipples.
Kathleen confessed that much of her time with David consisted of him eating her as she lay on the desk with her knees pulled up to her chest. He tongued her all between her legs and routinely licked her asshole and pushed his tongue inside. When she had come she would sit him down on the chair and fondle him through his cycling shorts and kissing his cock through them. She loved stroking his bulge through the fabric and getting him so hard. After she peeled off his shorts, she would get down on her knees and blow him and treat his asshole to her tongue bath. When it came time for her to receive his manhood, she would get down on all fours and they would do it doggy style. This made sense to me because I never heard squeeking chairs or the desk hitting the wall when she was doing it with him.
On one occasion, with Michael, Kathleen tried something different. Wearing only her one pair of leather pants, she answered the door and lead Michael into the guest room. On the table she had placed a turkey baster and a jar of lubricant. She sat down on the chair and told Michael to stand in front of her. Her breasts were bared and she reached out to his crotch and rubbed it. Then she opened his pants and brought out his hardening penis. She gently tied the silk cord around the top of his sac causing his nuts to bulge and shine in their drawn tight sac. Then she slipped the steel ring over his shaft and placed it at the root of his cock causing it to strain and stiffen to the point of bursting with veins.
She said: "Today I want you to think of my tits, how big they are. How beautiful they are. How my nipples are like precious fruit. I want you to spray your seed all over them and then gather it up, put it into the turkey baster, pull my pants off, ram the turkey baster into me and inject that seed all the way in."
She began to jerk him off. He was in heaven as Kath lovingly stroked him with a smooth fluid action. He leared at her heaving breasts and she just looked into his eyes with a languid, dreamy stare that said "I'm in control and I'm going to milk you as I please" She pulled him closer so that the tip of his penis was a foot away from her breasts. She could feel the heat rising from between her legs, cased in the leather pants. She was getting hot at the thought of them being yanked off and having the device shoved up her cunt and his semen pushed into her. Her legs began to waver back and forth, desperately trying not to succumb to the need to masturbate.
Then as Michaels slit began contracting and his cock head began expanding, Kath's nipples began to harden, just in time to greet the first volley of spurt. Back and forth, back and forth went her hand over his excited sex organ. Out it came, over and over, creamy and warm. Spurt after spurt! Michael groaned. A volley landed right on her right nipple, causing it to crinkle up on contact. Then another spurt, and another. Michael was in the midst of an exstatic, prolonged orgasm with his seed flowing out in beautiful white, creamy arcs. A gob landed on her lower lip, her tongue instinctively lapping out to savour it. Soon her breasts were coated in a glistening, whitish sea of sperm. Her nipples were fleshy hard outcrops in this sea.
Michael ripped down the zipper of Kath's pants and yanked them off, no doubt feelng a rush of heat rising from her crotch. He grabbed the turkey baster and held it in his left hand as he began scraping his seed off Kath's tits, deliberately brushing over her now slippery nips, with each pass. He quickly set the warm spurt into the baster, slathered some lard on it, and placed it roughly between Kath's legs. With a sharp push, Kath winced at the sudden violation. Michael held it inside her and pushed the plunger. Kath gritted her teeth and thought of the seed being injected. Her clitoris retracted under its hood. She would not come this time.
After this session Kath came back from the doctor's office with a beaming look on her face. She smiled as she announced our success. She'd been pregnant for a couple of weeks as best as we could tell. We were thrilled! The only problem was that we had a new dimension to our sex life that niether of us really wanted to end.
After informing everyone that, yes, thanks very much, Kath is now pregnant, Kath asked if she could continue, on occasion, to see David and Michael. I wasn't about to deny her this and both men, though without payment, visited us during Kath's pregnancy. Michael dropped out after a couple of months but David was having sex with Kath right up to the ninth month. I can assure you that there is no stranger and exciting feeling than that you get watching a man mount your wife from behind while her belly is bulging with child and her breasts are swollen and lactating. I wonder where things will go from here...
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David Dawes does a good job of showing you can make $$ with Open Source software. He actually employs some of the former VA Linux engineers, too!
Window's DNS is somewhat finicky. If you have a virus, or spyware that tries to make DNS lookups while you're connecting to your ISP, it can prevent DNS from working once you do connect.
If you use an open-source codec, you won't have to worry about surprise "innovations" that ruin backwards compatability.
Lots of sex stores have anime movies, as well as movies of real people having sex.
Thanks!
Actually, anonymity provides the freedom to post an unpopular or controversial point of view. Most ACs are people too lazy to log in, don't wish to have an account, are posting goatse links, etc, but they start at a score of 0 and crap generally gets modded down.
I'd argue that poor moderation (*cough*slashdot*cough*) is a greater detractor.
A little more info on the inventor here and here
A gold standard only wokrs if all the trading partners involved stick to it religously though.
You do realize that WorldCom, Enron, Global Crossing, et alia wouldn't have been able to have reported growth as they did under an honest accounting standard.
If it bothers you that much, I can dispose of it for you ...
I wish I had known about this site a couple weeks ago! I did some apache/php tuning for a client. This site has some good tips. And if you're planning on getting slashdotted, check here
While it doesn't have to be "fair", but if it's ridiculously one-sided, a judge might decalre it invalid.
In the case of a non-compete agreement, the company agrees to hire you; you agree to work for them and not work for a competitor in the future.
No offense, but chances are thousands of corporate lawyers know a little bit more about contract law than an AC that begins his posts with the disclaimer, "IANAL" :)
Interesting... Since Linux was created since minix changes could *only* be distributed as patches (modified minix source code couldn't be redistributed).
this reminds me of something else currently in development - edible foodwrap (made from fruit) instead of plastic.
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Non-compete contracts are unenforceable if they unfairly limit your ability to have a job. A *temporary* (ie 2 years or less) restriction from working for competitors or practicing the trade within a geographic area is enforceable.
If you had integer basic replaced with AppleSoft, you're tainted.
I eventually settled on .bo
talk about security through obscurity! Perl is almost more readable!
Most solutions require genetic algorithms and while I can understand and implement them (having a degree in AI and CS) I'm not going to be around after the summer and this creates problems for people maintaining my code
Well, since this is slashdot, why not open source it, then the "community" can maintain it?
just kiddding.
that's the funniest thing I've ever read!
Ok Malda, what is the "secret" to running an unprofitable website?
In fact
No operating systems written with
No comercial games written with
No office suites written with
No drivers written with
No large apps at all with
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My wife and I have been together for nearly ten years. About five
months ago, as Kathleen was approaching her 42nd birthday, we decided
that we had better have the child we would eventually want before it
was too late. Unfortunately, due to a tropical fever that I caught
three years ago, my sperm count was reduced to near impotent levels.
While they will eventually increase back to normal, it will be at
least three years before I could expect to get Kathleen pregnant
with my own seed. By that time it would be too late.
Kathleen is 5'8" 155 lbs. Her hair is dark brown with grey streaks
through it and it's cut close to her head in something approaching a
bob. To be honest, she's fairly evenly proportioned but her ass is
getting a little broad. Still, it looks very inviting in a skirt.
She's very near sighted and requires a fairly strong prescription for
her glasses. She's cute in a librarian sort of way. Besides, I love
her.
We needed a plan that would enable us to have children while still
connecting the child to a sexual contact between us. Sperm banks were
out. So was adoption. After much soul searching we decided on the
following solution. After exhaustive research into family and medical
histories etc. and an extensive interviewing procedure, we would
settle on four different men who would be paid $500.00 a pop for
coming to our house on a regular and rotating schedule based on the
results of our home ovulation test results to copulate with my wife
until she was impregnated.
After each session, I would make love to her so that it may have been
possible that it was my seed that did it. We would not endeavor to
track down the real father. We were prepared to lose $25,000 of our
savings to accomplish this feat. If she didn't get pregnant after
being fucked 50 times, then it would never happen.
Kath was extremely hesitant at first, but as the baby clock began
ticking louder and louder, she agreed to go through with it. We also
needed a way to keep the technical infidelity out of the marriage bed
so we decided to use a guest room downstairs for her reception of the
men's stud services. It would be done in a very formal and business
like manner with positions prescribed for maximum penetration. Each
man would ask Kathleen to wear certain things that would provide them
with a visual turn on. In turn, Kath was allowed to ask that the men
wear certain things as well.
We decided that the act itself should be performed over an upholstered
chair, one that she could bend over easily. It would be easier for
her, she said, if she was not face to face with them. There was also a
desk in the corner, a straight back chair, some baby oil and some
towels and clothes to clean up with.
After each session, I was to take her to our bed and make love to her
in our usual fashion. After about two months of interviews and
personal research, we settled on four men that Kath and I
found attractive enough and similar enough to me in features to be
worthy of the task at hand. We worked out a schedule based on
Kathleen's ovulation cycle and set the date for the first attempt.
A week before David arrived for our Saturday afternoon session,
Kathleen began getting nervous and nearly backed out. We talked about
all of the diffeent fallout scenarios and she finally
decided that having a baby was worth the risk. In order to try and
deal with it, I suggested that we both try and make it a turn on for
us. I suggested that she may want to look at it as a last
chance to do what she wanted with other men and just be happy to get
serviced like few other women ever would.
On Saturday morning David phoned to ask Kathy to just wear a pair of
jeans and a sweatshirt. Kathy, knowing David was an avid cyclist,
asked him to wear a pair of lycra cycling shorts and
tight t-shirt. At four, David arrived, wearing the requested gear. As
I led him into the living room my heart began racing. Kathy was
waiting in the guest room. She was shaking when I closed the door and
went to greet David. The two of us sat down and I had David sign the
contract we had worked out and discuss the finer points of what was
expected.
David was shaking a little too. But I stole a few glances between his
legs as he was reading the contract. The bulges were pretty impressive
and he was semi-hard already. I could see the outline of his cock, the
ridges of his head and his balls were tightly coated in the shiny
black lycra. Kathy always liked this kind of sight. We stood up, shook
hands and I told him, with a quiver in my voice "She's all yours for
as long as it takes. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."
"Um, thanks. Where will you be?" "I'll wait out here until you're
done. And just so you know, the sounds the two of you make will
probably excite me so I'll be pretty hot for her ass when
you come out. Go to it!"
David walked to the guest room door, entered and closed the door
behind him. I savoured the sight of his tight, muscular ass wrapped in
the shiny, tight black cycling tights knowing they'd be thrusting into
Kathleen very soon..
All I could do was wait. After about five minutes, I heard the sound
of Kathy's belt buckle and jeans hit the floor. Then I heard the chair
being moved. In about five more minutes I heard David's
breathing. "Oohhhhhh!" he let out. Then the chair began a gentle
rocking sound. Jenn was dead quiet.
I was getting very hard just listenening to the creaking sounds of the
chair. Back and forth, back and forth. I was too nervous to masturbate
but the knowledge that my wife was behind that door, bent over a chair
with another man's penis inside her was very exciting. It was even
more exciting thinking of their wet, interlocked sex organs and the
fact that we were actually hoping for his seed to become life with her
egg.
Soon enough the rocking sound got very frantic and after about a
minute of the building sound of flesh hitting flesh, David let fly
with a shout "OH GOD YEAH! Ahhhhhhh. Ahhhhh. Ahhh" as his sex organs
were triggered by the friction of rubbing against my wifes inner walls
to ejaculate.
After a minute, the door opened and David, red faced and breathing
heavily with a glow of sweat emerged. He'd just put on his tights. He
had his t-shirt in his hand. He thanked me and I handed him the cheque
and I went to see my wife and finish the job.
When I quietly crept in, Kathy was sitting in the chair. Her jeans
were off but she'd left her sweater on. She was crying, then bawling.
I tried comforting her and saying it was alright but
she just kept quietly sobbing. After holding her awhile, I began to
get hard just thinking about what had taken place here shortly before.
My mouth moved to hers and we began kissing, her
tears streaking her face. Before I knew it she reached for my cock and
began jacking me off. I was so close to shooting I told her to take
her sweat shirt off and straddle the chair. She did
as I asked, her large pendulous breasts hanging down and swaying as
the cotton pulled away, freeing them. She stood, her eyes still wet,
the crying over. She turned, bent over the chair, grasped the arms of
the chair and uttered her first words of the afternoon. "Your turn."
With that I placed my cock head to her opening and pushed it in. I was
up to the limit in one stroke. She was flooded with David's semen. It
felt like slipping my cock into a tight, well worn, kid leather glove
filled with warm, melted butter. After about ten strokes I came into
her. I knew, though, that the experience was really traumatic for her.
Kathy confessed that the act had felt like a dirty affair, that it
upset her for that reason. I suggested that, seeing as stud #2 was due
in a few days she should try and view it another way;
that she was a goddess commanding ritual stud services. She said she'd
try. She did want a baby, and the ritual sex did excite her in theory.
On the appointed day, Kathy was called in to work. We couldn't contact
the next man in line, Steven, in time to cancel. Kathy would only get
back five minutes before she was due for her "injection", no time to
shower or mentally prepare herself. Also, neither would have time to
discuss what to wear or do to prep her for penetration. Steven would
just have to take her in her work clothes after a day at work. But we
did manage to devise a new strategy to ensure that the
maximum amount and force of ejaculation was reached. Kath would tie up
each man's nuts like they do with breeding bulls and place a steel
cock ring at the base of each man's penis. The ring we already had but
Kath had to stop off at a sewing supply store to pick up a piece of
fine silk cord for stringing up her stud's balls.
Steven arrived on the following Saturday at 3:50, ten minutes early.
Kath still wasn't home. We sat down and I had him sign the contract.
He wore a pair of grey slacks and a white dress shirt. He was very
well built. Kathy wore a knee length blue skirt with a white slip and
panties and bra. She had on a navy tunic style blazer and cream
blouse. She burst through the front door, out of breath, and
apologising for being held up. She said hello to Steven and went
straight to the guest room. Steven's eyes followed her ass. It was now
up to him to get it, get her skirt off and seed her. After a minute,
Kathy said, from behind the door "I'm ready, Hon, send him in!"
Steven went in and closed the door. This time, I wanted to see it. I
quietly went out to the back patio area where there was a sliding
glass door opening onto the guest room. Because the patio
was walled, Kathy may not have drawn the curtains. As I turned the
corner to where I could get a good view, I saw that I was in
luck...the view was perfect!
I saw Steven undressing. Kath was leaning, fully dressed against the
desk. She watched him intensely and her left hand made its way past
her jacket and into her blouse to fondle her breasts. When Steven got
down to his jockeys, I realised that Kathleen was in for a real treat.
He was hung like a horse! Kathleen walked up to him and took it in her
hands and began stroking it. He was hard in two seconds. She carressed
his balls and ran her fingers over his muscular ass cheeks.
Then she dropped to her knees. She gently tied the silk cord around
the top of his scrotum and put the steel ring on. Hie veins began
bulging out and his cock was a slight shade of purple. She
looked up and drew her finger nails accross the underside of his
tightened shining scrotum. His penis twitched and he began breathing
deeply. She gently cupped his balls with her right hand
while her left went down to begin tugging up her skirt. Kath then took
his foreskin between her thumb and forefinger and pulled it back,
unsheathing the shiny business end of Steven's cock.
I could see a clear dewdrop oozing from the slit. Soon that slit would
be launching volleys of creamy white seed into my wife's loins. Kath
began smearing the dewdrop over his purple plum-like cock head.
Then, as though she had just spread the icing on her desert, she
parted her lips, let her tongue hang out and sucked it in. "Oh Jesus!"
said Steven as he closed his eyes. Kath went to work on
him. I just sat and watched the back of Kath's head bobbing up and
down from the back. I was content to watch Steven's rapturous facial
contortions as my wife sucked him. His fingers were
gently resting on her hair, occasionally going down and fingering her
ears. Her head began going up and down very rapidly and suddenly,
Steven's knees began to shake and he let out a sharp cry. Kath's head
was still. I watched as her cheeks gently expanded, then she started
swallowing the man's fresh, warm ejaculate.
Soon enough, Kathleen stood up, a string of clear liquid hanging from
her lips. She wiped her mouth, walked to the desk and grabbed the
sides. Steven came up behind her with his beautiful glistening rod
headed for her ass. Kathleen began hiking her skirt up. The first
thing to show was her slip, then her panties, then the skirt was up
around her ample waist. Then came the most delicious moment: Kathleen
tugging her panties down to her knees. This was such a turn
on because it was the final act of permission, Kath dropping her
drawers to allow this man to enter her. With her white cotton knickers
dropping to her ankles, Kathleen was now bound. She
was presenting her little buttered clam for stud service. Steven
brought his hand to her slit and put his fingers inside to test the
waters. Kath was biting her lip and closing her eyes. I could see
her mouth the words "do it". Steven began vigourously fingering her
from behind. Kath's face was serene and smiling.
Steven held onto her waist and began easing his cock into my wife. I
could see his dangling, tied sac of sperm laden testicles dangling
between his legs. Kathleen was grimacing and chewing her lip.
It took about thirty seconds to get all the way into her. Then he
began delivery, fucking her with a strong, hard rhythm. Kath's mouth
hung open and her eyes were clamped shut as he began to drive her
hard. She was clutching the desk and hanging on for dear life as this
young stud prepared to empty his seed into her ripened womb. Suddendly
Steven stopped and closed his eyes. His pushing jerked a little
slowing to a stop with three short jabs as his nuts shook
back and forth, releasing their load into Kath's vagina.
I quickly returned to the front room, hard as a rock. It took them a
little while to get themselves together. Steven opened the door, said
"I'm really grateful to you for this. That was a pleasure."
I handed him a cheque and he left, perhaps to be called back if Kath
was still not pregnant up in a few weeks.
I walked in on my rumpled looking Kathleen. She remained bent over the
desk with her skirt and slip up and her panties around her ankles. Her
blouse hung open and she was glowing with sweat and her heart was
thumping. "Next!" she shouted with a big smile on her face, looking
back over her shoulder at me. "Did you hear all of that, sweetie? I
thought you might like to hear us talking to each other as we did it."
"Um, yeah, that was great" I said, lying. I didn't want to shock her
by telling her I watched the whole thing and that I knew she blew him.
Besides, I wanted in on her wet, freshly humped backside. I came up
behind her and opened my pants at the front, then let them drop. I
pushed my straining erection into her only to feel kid leather soaked
in warm, melted butter!
I began screwing her and asked her how she liked him. "God, didn't you
hear me? He was huge and it really hurt. I just held on and gritted my
teeth. I liked everything that happened up till that
point." With that, I reached underneath her and stroked and worked her
slippery little nub while I fucked her. In short order she quietly
began whimpering and bucking. At least I made her
come. In no time, I, too, had a piece of my wife's ass.
After this session, Kath confessed that she had some ideas to make the
process interesting. She liked David's tight loins and stated that she
wanted to ride him on a stool, facing him. For the next man, whose
personality she didn't care for as much as the others, she would be
blindfolded and lying on her back on the desk, her legs spread, ready
for a quick sperm donor type of encounter. She would masturbate for
him until he was aroused and stroking himself, Then, as
he was about to come, he would drive it into her and shoot. Then I
would take over and remove the blindfold.
When he arrived, Kath was in the room masturbating in her panties. He
went in, and in about five minutes he was mounting Kath and came a
short time after. A quick in and out. We later called him and told him
that we would no longer require his services.
Michael was a lifeguard at the pool. Kathleen instantly decided that
if she was going to get screwed by a man with a swimmer's build, he
should be wearing his speedos. She'd always confessed to me that she
loved the sight of mens crotches at the beach, the ones with their
family jewels encased in the nylon pouches. Michael had asked that
Kathleen wear only her panties and bra.
After the signing of the contract, he stripped down to his swimsuit
and walked to the door. "Take your time!" I said, hoping to prolong
Kathleen's pleasure and get another eyefull of her
in the act. I once again snuck out to the patio. It was a sunny day
and this time the sliding door was open. In no time at all, Kath was
down to her panties and bra and on her knees kissing the
bulge between Michael's legs through the nylon casing. She was
carressing his ass. His hands were on the top of her head.
Kath reached into his pouch and brought out a perfectly formed,
virtually sculpted erection. It was sticking straight up, nearly
against his stomach. Her tongue came out and licked his balls
and then all the way up to the tip. Then she brought her mouth open
down on it and began suckling this statuesqe athlete's penis. After a
while, she figured his pole was thoroughly prepared with a slick coat
of her saliva to slip right in. She was probably soaked and ready the
second her lips touched his pouch. Then she tied up his balls with the
silk cord and with considerable effort, put the steel ring on him. As
the ring reached the base, his penis began to expand even more until
it was pulsing and nealy bursting with veins. A dollop of clear liquid
oozed from the tip.
She lay on the carpet on her back and opened her legs. She dipped her
fingers into her panties and began jacking herself off in front of
him. With her free hand she slipped her fingers into
her bra and pinched her nipples. She closed her eyes and masturbated
for him. After a few minutes she decided the moment was right and
proceeded to the most exquisite part: the almost ceremonial removal of
her panties. Kath raised her backside a little and put her thumbs into
the waistband of her undies. Slowly, she began pulling them off so
that the crotch panel hung between her legs, the last barrier to go
before penetration. She flung them off to the side and spread her
thighs presenting her loins.
Michael was transfixed as he got his first eyeful of her moist crotch
which was now his for the taking. He got down on top of her. Kath
reached between their legs to guide his strung up and
bursting manhood into her. As he eased it in he let out a long soft
moan. Then he began. Kath's legs went up and I was looking at the
bottom of her feet as they hung in the air, moving with Michael's
first strokes. I could just see his ass bobbing up and down, clenching
and rotating. His ass and thighs were taught and extremely muscular.
He was like a athletic fucking machine with the stamina of a
racehorce. They went at it for about fifteen minutes. Kath seemed to
be kissing him and truly making love to him. I could rest assured that
any child that might come from this union would be the product of
really thorough physical pleasure.
I decided to go back to the front room and listen. "AHHHH! YES! A
litlle slower. That's it. Mmmmm" I could her from her mouth. I sat
listening for another twenty minutes. They were STILL at it! They
seemed to be trying the chair, the desk, the floor, everything. This
man had a cock that wouldn't quit and Kath was relishing every second
of his service. She was going get every last drop out of him. I went
outside again to see what they were up to.
They had closed the sliding door and he was doing my wife up against
the glass in a standing postion with her legs wrapped around his
waist! I could see Kath's ample rear pressed like a
ham against the glass, spreading out a bit with each of Michael's
thrusts. Just below her ass I could see her stud's testicles swaying
back and forth in their pouch. The sound of the door frame
about to shatter made him slow down and I guess they slipped a little
because suddenly, just below Kath's ass were multiple jetting spurts
of creamy white come splattering on the glass. He must have partially
slipped out just as he was coming. The glass door was a mess. from the
crack of Kath's ass down to the floor was a translucent whitish
streak.
She quickly got down on all fours and her stud, while his endless
ejaculation continued, put his still spurting rod back into Kathleen.
He held still and let it continue to fill her up.
After the first test since we began our little scheme, we realized
that she'd need another round. She was still not pregnant.
Well...onwards. I called David and asked if he'd be willing to have
another crack at knocking her up. He said sure and asked if the money
would be the same. I said yes and offered him a 500.00 bonus if Kath
tested postive for pregnancy around the time of his visits. He agreed
not to have sex or masturbate for a week to help the build up for a
massive ejaculation.
It was Saturday and Kath called to discuss the turn on needs of David
before he arrived to perform his duties. She apologised to him for
being such a dull lay the last time and that she wouldn't be such a
cold fish this time around. She felt bad about just dropping her
jeans, bending over and remaining stock still while David fucked her,
as if she were just a breeding cow. She said that she wanted him to
make her come.
David asked that she dress up a bit this time. Kathleen was in a
cheeky mood that afternoon so she decided to throw him for a loop. She
would wear her wedding dress! After searching through our storage
area, Kath found her white wedding gown, went to the spare room and
worked on letting it out a little to fit her somewhat expanded girth.
In about two hours she emerged dressed head to toe in her white bridal
gown, veil and all, just like on the day I married her. "This ought to
get him going!" I told her to wait in the guest room until David
arrived.
After repeating the ritual signing of the contract. I sent David in.
Kath had asked that he be naked upon entry. David was stiff as a rock
on his way in. I sat and listened. In about ten minutes, I heard the
first rustlings of the fabric of her dress. He was no doubt pawing her
and gathering up the material to get access to her private parts. In
about five minutes I heard the rhythmic rustling of her satin wedding
gown and Kath's low moaning. I crept up to the door and
opened it just a crack.
Kathleen was bent over the chair with the gown dress bunched up around
her waist. Her bridal veil was still in place being blown away from
her face in unison with his strokes. David was holding on to her hips
and he looked like a dog humping a white poodle. I looked at Kath's
feet. She was lurching forward on her bare toes, just barely hanging
on. David's ass was clenching and he sounded as if he was going to
come. He began humming "Here comes the bride" into Kath's ear. Her
mouth hung open, her eyes were closed. When he said "And is the bride
going to come?" she smiled, her eyes still closed, and said
"Uhh...uhh...uh...obviously I've...uh....uh...got the best man inside
me!" She winced and her orgasm began. David and Jenn were hissing
through their teeth together and let out a tremendous pair of moans as
they shared a brilliant climax.
After the next negative test, we decided to quicken the pace. At the
peak of her cycle, we decided to have all four men rotate through on
four consecutive days. Night after night, they would come, fuck Kath
and leave. Every night I would hear the moans gasps and squeeking
chairs coming from the room. Gentle rocking sounds loud outursts, and
one time Kath let out a blood curdling scream as she came. With David,
she was having the best sex. She even began crying out for God when
she came. I eventually suggested that she just begin having sex with
him whenever she liked.
Kathleen would often come to bed after sex with her studs and tease me
with tales of their couplings. Her routine with Michael began with
them going down on each other. Michael would eat her and she would
take his velvety, plum like cock head into her mouth as he sat in a
chair. She would tie his nuts up in their sac with a silk cord and put
the cock ring on him. She'd bring him to the edge of spurting while
she fingered herself to a near climax. Then, just before he was
about to ejaculate, she'd get up and straddle him, lowering herself
onto his jutting spear.
Michael came to like kneading Kath's ass as she rode him, eventually
taking to pushing his fingers into her asshole using the juice from
their mingling sex organs. Kathleen said she really
enjoyed coming with Michael's fingers in her ass and his teeth
clenching on her engorged nipples.
Kathleen confessed that much of her time with David consisted of him
eating her as she lay on the desk with her knees pulled up to her
chest. He tongued her all between her legs and
routinely licked her asshole and pushed his tongue inside. When she
had come she would sit him down on the chair and fondle him through
his cycling shorts and kissing his cock through them.
She loved stroking his bulge through the fabric and getting him so
hard. After she peeled off his shorts, she would get down on her knees
and blow him and treat his asshole to her tongue bath.
When it came time for her to receive his manhood, she would get down
on all fours and they would do it doggy style. This made sense to me
because I never heard squeeking chairs or the desk hitting the wall
when she was doing it with him.
On one occasion, with Michael, Kathleen tried something different.
Wearing only her one pair of leather pants, she answered the door and
lead Michael into the guest room. On the table she had placed a turkey
baster and a jar of lubricant. She sat down on the chair and told
Michael to stand in front of her. Her breasts were bared and she
reached out to his crotch and rubbed it. Then she opened his pants and
brought out his hardening penis. She gently tied the silk cord
around the top of his sac causing his nuts to bulge and shine in their
drawn tight sac. Then she slipped the steel ring over his shaft and
placed it at the root of his cock causing it to strain and
stiffen to the point of bursting with veins.
She said: "Today I want you to think of my tits, how big they are. How
beautiful they are. How my nipples are like precious fruit. I want you
to spray your seed all over them and then gather it up, put it into
the turkey baster, pull my pants off, ram the turkey baster into me
and inject that seed all the way in."
She began to jerk him off. He was in heaven as Kath lovingly stroked
him with a smooth fluid action. He leared at her heaving breasts and
she just looked into his eyes with a languid, dreamy
stare that said "I'm in control and I'm going to milk you as I please"
She pulled him closer so that the tip of his penis was a foot away
from her breasts. She could feel the heat rising from
between her legs, cased in the leather pants. She was getting hot at
the thought of them being yanked off and having the device shoved up
her cunt and his semen pushed into her. Her legs began to waver back
and forth, desperately trying not to succumb to the need to
masturbate.
Then as Michaels slit began contracting and his cock head began
expanding, Kath's nipples began to harden, just in time to greet the
first volley of spurt. Back and forth, back and forth
went her hand over his excited sex organ. Out it came, over and over,
creamy and warm. Spurt after spurt! Michael groaned. A volley landed
right on her right nipple, causing it to crinkle up on contact. Then
another spurt, and another. Michael was in the midst of an exstatic,
prolonged orgasm with his seed flowing out in beautiful white, creamy
arcs. A gob landed on her lower lip, her tongue instinctively lapping
out to savour it. Soon her breasts were coated in a glistening,
whitish sea of sperm. Her nipples were fleshy hard outcrops in this
sea.
Michael ripped down the zipper of Kath's pants and yanked them off, no
doubt feelng a rush of heat rising from her crotch. He grabbed the
turkey baster and held it in his left hand as he began scraping his
seed off Kath's tits, deliberately brushing over her now slippery
nips, with each pass. He quickly set the warm spurt into the baster,
slathered some lard on it, and placed it roughly between Kath's legs.
With a sharp push, Kath winced at the sudden violation. Michael
held it inside her and pushed the plunger. Kath gritted her teeth and
thought of the seed being injected. Her clitoris retracted under its
hood. She would not come this time.
After this session Kath came back from the doctor's office with a
beaming look on her face. She smiled as she announced our success.
She'd been pregnant for a couple of weeks as best as we could tell. We
were thrilled! The only problem was that we had a new dimension to our
sex life that niether of us really wanted to end.
After informing everyone that, yes, thanks very much, Kath is now
pregnant, Kath asked if she could continue, on occasion, to see David
and Michael. I wasn't about to deny her this and both men, though
without payment, visited us during Kath's pregnancy. Michael dropped
out after a couple of months but David was having sex with Kath right
up to the ninth month. I can assure you that there is no stranger and
exciting feeling than that you get watching a man mount your wife from
behind while her belly is bulging with child and her breasts are
swollen and lactating. I wonder where things will go from here...
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