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In her story "The Amenity Project," [posted to Literoticia .com] Softly told a
sweet, sexy, funny story of four women who designed to "protect" their sons, who
are just starting college, from a group of predaceous junior college girls
intending to get the boys make them pregnant in order to entrap them into
marriage. Knowing that "boys will be boys," the women (naturally <g>) decided
that the only way to save the boys was to keep them so well fucked they wouldn't
have time for the junior college girls.

The plan was that each woman would seduce her son's three friends but one boy
had three roommates, so each woman ended up helping keep six boys out of "harm's
way!" It's four years later now and we catch up with the women of the Amenity
Project on what may be their final meeting.]

Charlie, the afternoon waiter at Friendly's smiled as the saw the group enter.
Yep, it was Monday, the day the four women always came in to spend a few hours.
It was some kind of club he knew, although no business ever seemed to be
transacted. Instead the women ordered Margaritas and told each other hilarious
stories. Charlie could never really hear what was said, but from snippets and
body language, it was clear they were telling each other about sleeping with
men, maybe younger men, maybe more than one younger man each.

Charlie could understand how they did it; they were very attractive women. They
actually looked better now than four years ago when they first started coming
here. Although he guessed they were all in their early forties, they could pass
for ten years younger, mainly from the way they looked and dressed. Now they
all wore at least 3 inch heels and few failed to have on cute, short skirts,
frilly and flounced or tight across the ass. He was pleased that most had given
up pantyhose for proper stockings. He suspected some occasionally omitted the
panties. Several had shrunk their waists, giving even the lithe blonde with
slightly inadequate superstructure quite a figure. Slinky blouses made the most
of their upper-story assets.

By the time several pitchers of Margaritas were history and the after-work
customers started to arrive, there were four slightly soused sexy housewives.
Charlie didn't doubt there were always going to be an equal number of very happy
husbands that night. He was sometimes tempted to "get to know" one of these
women better. Seeing them always made him hard. If he could have overheard
their conversation this day, he would have exploded.

A closer observer than Charlie, perhaps a Charlene, might have noticed something
different about today's meting. For one thing, no one ordered a Margarita but
rather an espresso, latte, tisane, and lemonade. For another, the group was
strangely subdued.

"Well, we did it," Karen Jurasec said with a somewhat forced smile.

"Yes," Sara Huberman nodded. "All four graduated, all with 4.0 GPA's, and no
shotgun weddings."

"I should think not, each one with three women to encourage him with his studies
..." added Vicki Vanclette

"When we weren't screwing him silly." Hanna interrupted. The women laughed.

"Now they are all leaving for jobs at corporate plants and offices all over the
country, Karen said, sadly.

"Amazing! We've been fucking six college boys for four years and our husbands
never suspected a thing" Vicki chuckled.

"Why should they?" Sara asked. "I found having affairs with your sons plus
Walter Vanclette's three roommates made me feel so good about my self, so sexy,
I was coming on to my husband all the time. Ralph's been getting more sex than
since we were newlyweds. He can't stop grinning long enough to be suspicious.

"If they weren't men, the sex itself would have made our husbands suspicious,"
Vicki snorted.

There was a lull in the conversation as if everyone had something else to say
but was reluctant to say it. Finally Karen took a deep breath and launched out.
"Donald didn't suspect either, and yes probably because I was making love to him
like crazy, but I still felt bad. I was cheating."

Several women tried to break in to object, but Karen continued. "Maybe you
didn't feel that way, but I did. When I came in all those nights full of boy
cum, tired but still horny, Donald always made love to me so trustingly, even
eating me afterward the way I like it, never dreaming he was cleaning up after
several randy twenty year olds. The guilt explains part of it. Then, too, I
guess I was already feeling lonely, knowing that my Jimmy would soon be gone and
Donald and I would have a big empty house to ourselves."

Several lascivious grins indicated that the other women had thought the same
thing and had ideas about how to take advantage of the time alone with their
husbands. Karen started to smile herself.

"So I got to thinking how I could make it up to Donald for letting me have fun
with six young studs for four years, even if he didn't know it. When I thought
about it, there wasn't any doubt what I should do. At the next right time when
we were about to start making love I stopped him before he put on the condom and
asked him if he still wanted us to start a second family he'd been pestering me
about. He snorted like a horny buffalo, went wild with enthusiasm, said yes,
yes, he had been dreaming for years about getting me pregnant again, about
seeing my pretty tummy bulging with his baby. He even said why didn't I start
on those fertility drugs that can promote multiple births. I just laughed and
said, yes, we COULD wait several weeks if he wasn't in a hurry, but I had a very
sticky flow this morning and was probably fertile all that weekend. I thought
he might want to 'get started right away.'"

"Did he ever! He hardly let me out of bed until Monday. When we weren't
fucking, he had my ass propped up with pillows to keep the semen in and spent
hours eating me to climax after climax. He did it partly because he was so
happy I'd relented about not having more babies after so many years but more
because he'd heard orgasms promote conception."

"Since then, it's all Donald can talk about. He wants to go shopping for
maternity dresses with me. He's established TWO 529 college tuition accounts
and is talking about adding a nursery to the house if we don't sell and "move
into something bigger." Apparently he has gotten the idea that we'll be having
at least three more. Anyway, yesterday I went to my OBGYN and after a severe
look for getting pregnant "at my age" she told me everything looked fine for a
delivery next spring."

Karen stopped as if she had run out of gas. Looking around, she was surprised
not to be greeted by congratulation or scorn or mockery. Instead, Sara spoke
up. "I hadn't thought about it that way. Maybe it was the "empty next"
feeling, as you said. That and regret that soon I'll have only one loving
husband rather than one loving husband AND six horny college boys to fuck."
There were sympathetic nods around the table. "Especially Josh." Josh's mother,
Vicki, blushed.

"All the boys are nice and great lovers, but Josh is so gentle, so considerate,
I knew I was going to miss him terribly. In some crazy way I wanted to hold on
to him, not let him leave me." Vicki frowned. "Oh I know, he has a brilliant
career ahead of him at corporate headquarters; I'd never do anything to hold him
back, but I did want to keep a part of Josh with me."

"I thought about not telling him, but I couldn't be dishonest, so one night last
month when he was already in me, bringing me to one wonderful orgasm after
another, I asked him if he would like me to have his baby. It was hardly fair;
he was pretty far gone when I told him I had removed my cervical cap and that I
was probably fertile that night. If he didn't want to put a baby in me, he'd
better pull out."

The other women gasped.

"I needn't have worried. Josh almost sobbed with joy. He said he'd been
dreaming of being able to knock me up since the first night I took him to our
lake cottage. He said I'd be the most beautiful, the sexiest new mother in the
world and he would be very proud for me to have his baby. Even as he was
moaning his agreement, he was fucking me faster and faster. Instinctively I
locked my legs behind his back and pulled him into me. He couldn't have pulled
out if he'd wanted to. Josh roared when his orgasm overtook him and I came too,
feeling his hot young sperm spew into my fertile womb."

"We lay locked together like rutting dogs for several minutes when, wonder of
wonders, I felt him getting hard again. I teased him about being a bad boy for
wanting to fuck a pregnant woman. That set him off. He fucked me twice more
without removing his cock from me for an instant. We have continued to have
unprotected sex but I'm sure that first flood of potent young semen did it for
me. An EPT this morning showed I'm pregnant. Ralph was rather surprised that
we'd had a 'little accident,' but he's so proud to have me pregnant again, he'll
never suspect a thing."

Now it was Sara's turn to be surprised at the lack of surprise, even from Vicki.
Only Hanna seemed aghast at Sara's deliberate cuckolding of her husband. "I
swore him to secrecy, of course, and you mustn't tell either. It has to remain
just between us."

"Well, that explains what happened to me. Josh must have told Walter he'd
knocked you up," Vicky said.

"Oh no! He promised," Sara sighed.

"Oh, come on Sara. He is only human," Vicki sighed. "You can't expect a
college boy who has just impregnated a woman twenty years older than he,
especially one a sexy as you, not to brag, can you?"

"Walter told you that?" Sara asked, distraught.

"No, but he must have gotten the idea from Josh. I was with Walter what must
have been only a few days after you let Josh make you pregnant. Walter was
fucking me good -- he always fucks me good." She looked at Vicki gratefully.
"Suddenly he slowed down and asked if I would remember him when he was gone.
Between gasps I said of course I would -- who can forget a cock like his? I was
close to another orgasm and in no mood for conversation. He looked down at me
grinning and asked if I was sure I didn't want a little souvenir of our time
together."

"I wasn't too far gone for a little red alarm light to go on in my almost
fucked-out brain. What did he mean, I asked. He said he wanted to give me a
baby to remember him by before he went away. I started crying and telling him I
couldn't do that to Anthony, but he paid no attention, continuing to fuck me
into semi coherence. Then he stopped completely and pulled out. I thought I'd
changed his mind, but an evil smile told me I was wrong. He said I WOULD have
something to remember him by, but I could choose what. Then he pulled out
photos of us fucking. These were no romantic couplings and they sure didn't
look like rape. Somehow Walter had pictures of me on my stomach, ass in air as
he pounded me from behind. Another showed him, or someone, giving it to me on
my back with my heels in the air. There were several of me in the middle of an
orgasm, my mouth open and eyes closed us and Walter's schlong buried balls deep
in my married pussy. There were shots of me naked except for my heels, playing
with my pussy, obviously posing for him. Walter said these and many more like
it were all on a file that he would e-mail to my husband so we 'both could
remember him.'"

I was lost and asked him what I had to do. He said he knew I'd had my period
about 10 days ago, so he wanted me to go to a hotel with him the coming weekend.
He would to check to make sure I did not have my diaphragm in. I knew it was
too late to start on the pill and besides, he pointed out, if I didn't get
pregnant, he could still send the pictures. As luck would have it his
calculations were right on; the morning of my blackmailed breeding I was as wet
and slick as ever in my life. Walter was in the room he had reserved and he
didn't waste time when I arrived stripping me and warming me up. I hated what
he was forcing me to do, but I responded to his kisses as I always do, like a
bitch in heat. I was gushing after only minutes of him playing with my tits. I
felt his fingers in my pussy. He was arousing me, but I knew he was also making
sure I had no birth control in me."

"When he was sure I was vulnerable he shoved me on the bed and pulled out his
cock. Brandishing it at me he asked if I was ready to have him give me his
baby. I shook my head no, but he just laughed and said I would be once he
started fucking me. I closed my eyes, trying not to think, trying not to show
any emotion when he slid his giant cock into me. I failed. The first gasp
rapidly became heavy rapid breathing as my body responded to his incessant
pounding."

"As my first orgasm approached he asked me again if I wanted him to keep fucking
me, giving me his baby. I tried to protest, tried to say no but at that moment
it hit me, a wave of ecstasy that turned my resisted to complicity. He asked
again and I said yes, yes, yes I wanted a baby. To my shame, I begged him,
begged him to fuck me, begged him to knock me up with his bastard child.
Satisfied he bellowed, stiffened and I felt jets of liquid fire shoot into me.
I orgasmed again as well as he collapsed on top of me."

"Before I could recover Walter's roommates had entered and were pushing Walter
aside, calling for their turn. Again I tried to protest but it was useless.
Almost as soon as Walter pulled out, one of the another boy was in me. The were
all so excited at knocking up a married woman the lasted only minutes before
adding their seed to Walter's. Only minutes, but enough to make me come like a
runaway freight train. They continued for hours, each fucking me three or four
times, climaxing me again and again. There was no way I could not be pregnant
from that cumload. When I made love to Anthony that night he thought I was
crying for happiness at "our" sudden decision to have another baby."

Vicki surveyed her sympathetic friends. "You won't even know who the farther
is, will you?" Karen asked. Sadly Vicki shook her head. The women noticed that
Hanna was not looking very sympathetic.

"My, my, my! Haven't we all been naughty?" Hanna smirked. "Karen was so guilty
about letting six college boys fuck her silly, she let her longsuffering husband
put a baby in her middle aged tummy! Sara was so infatuated with her
twenty-year old lover, she just "had" to let him give her his baby. Vicky, who
started her career with the Amenity Project pulling a train, gets pregnant at a
free-fuck-for-all gang bang and may the best sperm win! By the way, as my Billy
tells it, Vicki was not so reluctant s she says. She went wild, demanding that
they knock her up, taunting them to pump more baby-making semen into her fertile
pussy. If she hadn't kept drinking until she passed out, she' still be there."
Vicki blushed.

"Well, girls, I've been naughty, too, but I'm sure as hell not sorry about it.
Billy told me about Sara and Vicki getting pregnant a month or so ago one night
while we were making love,"

Three jaws dropped open but no sounds came out of the mouths of the astounded
women.

"Oh, yes, I've been fucking my son since, well, lets just say he never
experienced the traumas of other junior high boys, wanting to fuck his teachers,
his friends' mothers, sexy high school girls, supermarket checkers, women in the
church choir, and every other woman from 18-65. I was keeping Billy's prick limp
all by myself too well for him to fall for one of those junior college sluts, ,
but I played along to avoid suspicion."

"But hearing that Sara and Vicki were going to be having little bastards gave me
a wonderfully nasty idea."

Three pairs of wide eyes grew even wider.

"I must say, 4.0 or no, Billy may not have the initiative to claw his way up the
corporate hierarchy. Even after helping Vicki get an baby in her belly, it
didn't occur to the big ungrateful sap that his horny Mommy might want to get
pregnant, too."

"Of course I didn't let that stand in my way. A night or so later when he had
fucked me to a few nice orgasms and was getting ready to fill a condom with his
baby juice, I told him I had made a little pin hole in it and that if he didn't
stop, he might knock me up. He actually slowed down! I was disappointed, of
course, that he had not been fantasizing about making a baby with his sexy
mother like most healthy adolescent boys, but I wasn't concerned. I just
'warned' him that he weren't careful, he was going to pump his baby-making sperm
in my fertile pussy, He could make me pregnant, blow up my belly with his baby,
make my tits get big with milk for a little brother or sister."

"I could feel his cock in me grow harder and I continued to taunt him, telling
him what a bad boy he was for wanting to cuckold his Daddy, wanting to put a
baby in his Mommy's married pussy, probably wishing he could nurse from my
milk-swollen breasts! That did it! He trumpeted like a rogue bull elephant and
slammed his delicious prick in me and erupted. I felt the rush of scalding
jizz, the sabotaged condom failing perfectly. It was like a geyser spewing his
baby making sperm into my pussy. I already had visions of Fred and me seeing
him off at the airport, me in sexy mini-maternity dress already starting to
show."

For a few seconds there was a stunned silence, then Sara started t laugh. "My
god! Four pregnant, middle aged housewives, soon to be without our young
lovers! What are we going to do? I remember when I was pregnant with Walter
how horny I was. Ralph could hardly keep up with me then; now he's barely good
for once a night! I'll be climbing the walls!"

Karen scooted closer and ran her hand under Sara's skirt. "Well," she grinned,
we have each other."

Vicki grinned. "Yes, having a woman's tongue in my puss, and vice versa, will
be a pleasant diversion, but I for one knew I'd need hard male cock to keep me
sane. I was already beginning to cast lustful glances at any man who walked
near me."

Vicki looked down, She squirmed in her seat. She went to say something, then
stopped. She looked up.

Sara observed the movements and said, "You have something to tell us?"

Her eyes went from woman to woman. "So I did something about it. Last Saturday
night, I just had to go out -- to the "Red Rooster" lounge. I danced with
several the Kappa Sigma guys from State. I came on to them and suggested I
would like to spend some time with them. They took me to their frat house and
then they took me -- all of them. They were pretty tired when we finished, but
told me to come back anytime. Care to join me?"

Sara, Karen, and Hanna exchanged glances.

Karen smiled at Vicki as she said, "Charlie, check please."