This is a write up of chance, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real liveliness, use a condom, damnit ! undesirable child, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Suggestible sopor holy terror Surprise ( MF, forethought, mc, viva, impreg )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Author 's note of hand : Yes, I know that suggestion ca n't impel someone to do something they really do n't want to do. I 'm taking artistic license here.

Also, Guy 's epithet rhymes with 'eye', not 'bee'.

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Guy woke up to pain shooting through his outer thigh. `` Agh ! What the FUCK ? ! '' he yelled.

He felt his married woman Trish thrashing in the bed beside him. `` Nnn ! Mnuhh ! '' she whined in her sleep. Her foot also hit his ankle, but it did n't hurt as much as her knee had on his thigh !

'' Urg ... '' he grumbled, getting out of bed before he was bruised any worse.

Trish continued to thrash about and squeak in the bed. A moment later the baby started crying in the adjacent room.

'' Of track ... '' Guy said, tromping out of the elbow room to try to quieten little Sara down. He had probably woken her up with his yell.

It took about 20 minutes. When he got back into the bedroom Trish was once again sleeping soundly. Guy sighed. These days getting kicked by his sleeping wife was the only action he was getting in bed.

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The yoke walked into Dr. Edward Jenner 's spot looking questioning. The guy did n't calculate like a doctor, with his jersey and jeans under his lab pelage. He was maybe in his late thirties.

'' Have a seat ! '' Dr. Jenner said, ushering the parents to some power chairs.

Dr. Edward Jenner sat down across from them, steepling his digit. `` So I understand that we 've been having some incubus ? ``

Guy spoke up, `` SHE 'S been having nightmare. I guess you could say it 's a incubus for ME, but I 'm not getting much eternal sleep because of HER. ``

Trish gave her married man a sidelong look. She had agreed to come here because Guy was so distressed, and her nightmares had been the main problem. They had approached their GP and got nowhere with sleeping pills. A Quaker of Guy 's had suggested Dr. Jenner.

'' Of class, of track, '' Dr. Jenner replied affably, `` and this has been happening since the baby was born ? ``

At their nods he continued, `` Pregnancy can be a difficult time on a adult female 's body. Sometimes permanent changes occur, some physical ... '' His eye momentarily dipped to take in Trish 's boobs pushing out her tight shirt, and then back up, `` ... and some psychological. ``

He got up. `` Luckily, psychological issues are my specialness. Mrs. Belvue, could I delight take aim your care to that poster there ? ``

Trish swiveled her chair to reckon where the Doctor was pointing behind her. There, in all its glory, was the notable picture of the kitty hanging from a outgrowth. `` hang in there, baby ! '' the caption said.

'' Oh ... my ... God ... '' said Trish. It was ridiculously cheesy.

'' I know, redress ? Is n't it awesome ? Just hold open your eyes on it. ``

She did so. `` And Mr. Belvue, please hold on a conclusion vigil on your wife 's face, okay ? '' Dr. Edward Jenner asked Guy, who likewise did so.

Dr. Brunner moved behind Trish, speaking slowly, `` Breathe easily ... in ... out ... in ... out ... relax your shoulders ... that 's good. see closely at specific character of the poster and assure me about it. ``

Trish narrowed her eyes. `` Um ... it 's an Orange River cat. ``

'' dependable ... keep back going ... ''

Guy kept his gaze on Trish 's face, as instructed. He did n't understand that as the example continued his own breathing had slowed and his shoulders had relaxed.

Dr. Brunner continued, asking Trish to hold on finding new things in the card and to relax the sleep of her body, one art object at a time. Soon she was swaying in her chair, as was Guy.

'' When you feel well-to-do enough, just close your eye. ``

...

Guy woke as someone touched his shoulder joint. Dr. Brunner was looking down at him with concern.

'' You okay ? I think you fell asleep. ``

'' I 'm ... amercement, '' Guy said, and he realized that he was indeed feeling fine.

Dr. Brunner sat down behind his desk. `` Good. Okay, I 've given your wife education that when she hears the trigger word I 've written down on this piece of paper she will fail out of whatever nightmare she is in, thank you, and then fall back deceased subject matter. Do n't say the word right now. ``

Guy took the report. `` Bugbottom '' was written there. He cocked an eyebrow at the doctor.

Dr. Brunner spread his paw. `` Two random words strung together. You 're not likely to forget them, right ? ``

Guy had to agree. `` So ... that 's it ? ``

'' Perhaps ... '' Dr. Brunner sat back and gave Guy a fathom look. `` Did your friend tell you about my ... other services ? ``

Guy nodded. The other issue, the want of sex for months now, was heavy on his judgment. He pulled out an envelope and gave it to the doctor.

Dr. Brunner opened the gasbag, counted the twenty $ 50 measure, and then put the gasbag into his lab coat inside sack. `` Okay ... typical nympho trigger word ? ``

Guy leaned forward, his cock already tenting out his pants. `` Yeah, and I want the induction Good Book to be 'Guy 's bollock'. '' His nut had been suffering for months, so it seemed fitting.

Dr. Brunner sat back. `` That 's a initiation *phrase*, and I would n't suggest creating one yourself. How about ... '' He looked at a piece of paper on his desk ,'... bomb university'? ``

'' Hey, who 's paying you, man ? The customer is always right, '' Guy said defiantly.

Dr. Brunner sighed. `` Fine. '' He got up and got behind Trish again, getting a prissy aspect down her plenteous cleavage. `` Trish, pay very close attention. When you hear the idiomatic expression, 'Guy 's ballock'you will require, no, NEED to have sex. You will do whatever your passe-partout wants. When he is done you will think nothing out of the ordinary happened, and you will be fine with it. ``

He looked back at Guy, who nodded. Guy had n't noticed the ambivalent phrasing of the hypnotic commands.

'' When I snap my fingerbreadth you will awaken with no storage of anything that has happened since I asked you to close down your middle. You 'll feel capacity, but you will answer to the trigger phrases as commanded. Do you understand ? '' Dr. Brunner waited.

Trish nodded sluggishly. Dr. Brunner snapped his finger and her eyes opened.

'' Um ... blue cloudy background ... ? ``

Guy realized that she was still describing the posting as if cipher had happened, and based on what Dr. Brunner had just said, that was exactly what she thought ! He was amazed at the MD 's skills.

'' It 's all rightfield, '' Dr. Brunner said, moving back behind his desk. `` I think we 're done. ``

Trish turned around in her president. `` Really ? But it 's only been ... '' She looked at her picket. `` one-half an hour ? Where did the time go ? ``

'' Time flies when you 're having fun, '' the physician said, `` You 're feeling amercement, right ? ``

Trish thought for a moment and then nodded. She was indeed feeling fine.

They thanked the doctor and went home.

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After putting the baby down for the night Guy looked over at his wife as they sat on the sustenance elbow room couch. `` Hey, baby, you should put your pessary in and we can have some fun. ``

'' Oh, not tonight, Guy, I have a headache, '' Trish responded, continuing to say her book.

Guy smirked. `` But what about your husband 's miserable bollock, baby ? ``

Trish put down her book to await at him incredulously.

He continued, `` What about ... Guy 's nuts ? ``

Trish 's eyes glazed over and she dropped her book. She looked at Guy with undisguised lecherousness, got up, and then straddled him, rubbing her pajama covered fork against his boxers.

'Oh, marvellous !'Guy thought as he pulled his wife 's face down for a passionate kiss. Before long Trish had freed his hard shaft from his shorts and was jacking it off. Before foresightful, pre-cum dribbled out the tip. They had n't had sex in several weeks.

Trish was frustrated at just rubbing her privates on her married man 's lap. She let go of Guy 's pecker and reached down to the central seam of her pajama bottoms. There she found a low kettle of fish that had developed in the get into small-arm of clothing and pulled it apart hard. The seam ripped, revealing her very wet slit lips. She wasted no time in lining her husband 's oozing babymaker up and sinking her eubstance down.

Both of them gasped as his rock grueling cock easily penetrated her lubricate depths. She started to move up and down, achieving greater penetration each time until his cock was fully embedded deep inside her.

Guy shook from the pleasure. His wife 's pussy had never felt so hot before ! But there was a risk. `` Baby ... '' he started to say.

Trish pressed her oral cavity to his, passionately kissing and licking.

'' Mmmf ! '' Guy grunted as Trish rose up and then thrust her hips back down, starting off an up-and-coming fucking. Guy 's business flew out the window as Trish pulled off her pajama shirt and shoved her large boobs in his nerve as she rode him.

Guy was in promised land. He nipped and licked at his wife 's nipples and then sucked one with its areola into his sassing hard.

'' Aiii ... '' Trish keened as that sent her over the edge. Guy felt her snatch cramp around his pecker, squeezing. After calendar week of no sex he could n't give it and `` Guy 's nuts '' gave up their unwanted cargo.

Unwanted by Guy, anyway. Trish felt his cock throb oceanic abyss within her and, with the knowledge that she had done a good job for her man, bounced harder, her own climax extending as she felt her insides being deluged by his potent sperm.

'' Unhh ... '' he groaned.

'' Aaaahhh ! '' she cried.

Then it was done and Trish collapsed forward onto her husband, shaking from the orgasmic exertion.

Guy 's blood went cold as he realized what they had done. `` Shit, baby, get up ! ``

Trish did so, looking to her hubby for the movement of his distress. He was looking down at her spermy crotch.

'' You were supposed to put in your stop, Trish ! You could get significant ! '' Guy was freaking out. He really did n't want another kid ; one was Sir Thomas More than enough.

'' Oh ... '' Trish said. `` Okay, I 'll go put it in now. ``

'' Uh, no, '' Guy grabbed her arm before she could get up, `` That 'll just trap my son inside you. When was your finale period ? ``

'' Ended a few days ago, '' she replied.

Guy, being a typical dumb guy, did n't get it on what that meant. `` So ... does that mean that you might get meaning ? ``

'' Probably not, '' she answered. `` I 'll be fertile next week. ``

Guy sighed in rilievo. `` okeh ... let 's go to bed. ``

She was alright with that.

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Guy woke up as his married woman 's paw careened off of his head. `` Ow ! ``

'' Uhrr ! Nnn ! '' His wife was thrashing in the throe of another night terror.

What was the trigger musical phrase ? Guy 's head was muzzy from just waking up, and probably also from the knock to the head.

'Oh, right ,'he thought. `` Bugbottom ! '' he exclaimed.

Instantly Trish stopped thrashing. She turned toward Guy, said, `` Thanks beloved, '' and then fell back to sleep without the nightmares.

Guy shook his question. Incredible !

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The side by side day Dr. Edward Jenner was eagerly waiting for his 8 AM designation. He did n't shoot a lot for his extra nympho hypnoservice because he got an additional benefit out of it.

His intercom beeped. `` Mrs. Belvue to see you, doc, '' his receptionist reported.

He pressed the talk push. `` Very goodness. commit her in and no disturbances for an hr, please. '' He stood up, came around the desk and then sat on the edge, waiting.

The gorgeous Mrs. Trisha Belvue came into the part. She was dressed in a nice blouse and skirt for work, which he knew she would require to be at by 9 AM. She had told him this, among early data, while she and her hubby were in the hypnotic trance from the premature day.

'' You asked to see me this morning, Dr. Jenner ? '' Trish stepped forward, looking a fiddling confused.

'' Indeed I did, Mrs. Belvue. I wanted to bang ... how are Guy 's nut case doing ? ``

Trish 's eyes fluttered and then the ravenous nymphomaniac Edward Jenner had created replaced her. She moved toward him hungrily.

He unzipped his pants. `` You should fellate my dick, '' he said matter-of-factly.

Trish knelt down and took the doctor 's hard pecker into her mouth as his trousers fell to the floor. His penis was n't as long as her husband 's but it was a bit thicker. She tickled the point with her tongue and then licked up the pecker before sucking half of it back into her rima oris again.

Jenner grabbed some of Trish 's long black haircloth, pushing and pulling her chief in order to slide his spear in and out with retentive strokes.

Trish pulled her face off of his tool and looked up at him. `` Please hump me ? ``

Jenner realized that she had unsnapped her doll, pulled aside her panties and was fingering her cunt while sucking his cock. He also noticed that she was wearing nylons with garter, which he had always felt was an incredibly aphrodisiacal look.

'' Oh yeah, '' he said, pulling her to her feet and helping her to unsnap her garters. She removed her panties and then they re-secured the garters. NOW it was perfect !

He bent her over the desk and lined his dick up with her puffy, glistening twat. `` Birth control condition ? '' he asked, pausing.

'' stop, '' she responded back.

Jenner smiled and thrust his hips forward, easily piercing Trish 's wet labia.

'' Yeessss ... '' Trish moaned.

Edward Jenner pulled back a short bit and then pushed again, his cock invading further into the married woman 's proscribed depths. With a couple more jab he was as far as he could go.

'' I 've got to come to these ... '' he said, unbuttoning her blouse and unlatching her bra. Her bountiful tit dangled down toward the desk and he bent over Trish 's binding, grabbing a smattering of each. They were so soft and affectionate, tumid than any others he had fondled, but they were also still firm and bouncy.

'' Pleeeaase ... '' Trish pushed her fanny back at him provocatively.

Still holding those magnificent boobs, Jenner pulled his hips back and shove hard into the wanton woman. She grunted in pleasure. He pinched her marked teat as he thrust again, and then once more. Finally he let go of her bosom, grabbed her garter bang and used it to attract her back onto his cock as he started thrusting in and out.

'' Aah ! Yesss ... '' Trish moaned.

After a few minutes of this he pulled out and then sat on the Saami professorship she had occupied just the former day. `` Turn around and twit me, cowgirl, '' he commanded.

'' Yee haw ! '' she exclaimed as she removed her blouse and did just that. Jenner noted that there was still a picayune mummy fat around her middle but it looked sexy.

Trish turned away from him and then easily slide her sopping pussy down the doctor 's thrill member. Both gasped at the pleasure and then she started to bounce.

Dr. Jenner realized he probably was n't going to last a lot tenacious. He reached around the sexy MILF to rig her clit as she fucked him.

When she had finally overheated from the pleasure she cried out and jammed her slit down hard on Edward Jenner 's cock, grinding her crotch against his. He felt her inside grip his dick and then he lost control.

'' Augghh ! '' he grunted, feeling his prostate sacking a blast of ejaculate that mixed with the roiling spermatozoan in his bollock. The virile mixture rushed up his stopcock shaft, forcefully injecting itself abstruse into the spasming reproductive scheme of the intellect controlled wife.

Finally, both of their orgasms subsided. Jenner realized that he had to act fast, now that his hypnotized lover had completed her primary objective.

'' Mrs. Belvue, listen to me. ``

Trish paused, doing exactly that.

'' You must never tell your hubby of this designation, or that we did this. Do you understand ? ``

She nodded. `` Should I put my diaphragm in now ? ``

'' WHAT ? ! '' Jenner pushed her up off of his cock. A deluge of his sperm-filled cum splashed down into his lap, but he knew that there was still a lot remaining deep inside the sexy mother 's hot body.

He thought for a moment. `` Um, sure, you should do that. expert safe than sorry, right ? '' He shook his principal ... how did that take a leak any horse sense ?

Trish extracted the diaphragm from her bag and pushed it deep inside her dripping vagina, pressing the remainder of the physician 's dangerous seed against the curtain raising of her cervix.

'' One to a greater extent affair, Mrs. Belvue ... if you get pregnant do not order anyone it 's mine, okay ? ``

Trish nodded. She was fine with that.

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A few days passed, and Guy took reward of Trish 's nymphomaniac trigger every night, though he made sure that she put her diaphragm in first.

Dr. Jenner was n't going to see Trish for her `` appointment '' for another calendar week. His services were becoming quite democratic, it seemed, so his liberal time was becoming scarce.

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John Bayle came into Trish 's spot, as he did every once in a patch to chat. She knew the confirmed knight bachelor was feeling her out to see if she was up for an thing but she always shut him down. She was a married woman, and loved her married man !

He made some vacuous chit-chat and then asked, `` Did you hear about Marty ? ``

She looked up from her paperwork. `` What about him ? '' She knew Marty had called in sick but nothing beyond that.

'' Broke his fucking -- er, sorry -- his freaking leg ... base jumping, if you can believe it ! ``

'' What 's base jumping ? '' she asked, and then took a sip from her urine glass.

John sat down in her spare chair. `` That 's when you parachute off of a building or mountain instead of out of a plane. You have a lot lupus erythematosus fourth dimension to pull your chute and there 's a probability you 'll barge in into something. ``

'' Sounds stupefied, '' she replied, shaking her head.

'' Yeah ... that guy 's crackpot ! ``

'... guy 's nuts ...'

Trish got up from her desk and made her way past bathroom to close the door. He looked at her quizzically, and then she hiked up her bird and straddled him in the chair, pressing her lips to his in a tongue-y kiss.

Though this was ultimately what John wanted, he was taken by surprise. Trish had changed her demeanor right in front of him and was now grinding her crotch into his. After his initial shock absorber, though, he returned her osculation and grabbed Trish 's firm nates, pulling her down in order to increase the friction between their nethers.

Frustrated, Trish got up and unsnapped her skirt. As she had done with Dr. Jenner, she also unsnapped her garters, removed her panties, and then re-secured the garters. Once John saw Trish pluck her panties down he quickly doffed his knickers and underwear.

Trish clambered back into John 's lap. His cock was n't as long as her married man 's or Dr. Jenner 's but it was very thick. She reached down and rubbed the read/write head along her pussy lip, spreading their combined juices in order to ready penetration easier.

As Trish did this John wasted no fourth dimension in unbuttoning her blouse and freeing those breasts he had longed to see. As he reached around and unsnapped her bra they sprung disembarrass and he was in heaven, shoving his face into her boobflesh.

By this point Trish had managed to slot the capitulum of bathroom 's tool between her pussy lips and was pushing down, slowly forcing it to go inside her. She was becoming desperate ... she NEEDED it !

Finally she got the slant right and that thick cock slipped inside of her. She gasped at the flavor of her vagina being stretched, uncomfortable but also good. John was now suckling on one of her nipples and that also felt good.

She rose up a bit and then settled back down. John gasped into her boobs but kept licking and sucking. She did it again. She felt less stretched now so she was able to get going an up and down musical rhythm. It was starting to feel really good.

John could n't trust it ... Trish the hottie mama was fucking him ! He did n't sleep with why but he was n't about to ask. Her pussycat was so have intercourse tight !

He could n't bring any more of the aphrodisiac position and grunted as his cock spattered her interior with his potent spermatozoan. Because Trish had n't put her diaphragm in that morning there was nix protecting the oral fissure of her cervix from the thunderbolt of germ splashing against it, and she was now right in the heart of her fertile time. As she felt him explode within her she also went over the edge, moaning as her inside contracted, urging even Sir Thomas More of his seed to forge recondite inside her. Her uterine cervix spasmed surface and some of John 's sperm slipped inside her womb, where they would have the cracking chance to fulfill their prime directive.

trick struggled to verify his external respiration. `` Why -- not that I 'm complaining -- but why did you do that ? '' he asked her.

'' I needed it, '' she replied matter-of-factly.

'' Really ? ``

'' Yes, Master, '' she answered.

He laughed. `` Ha ! professional ? You obliterate me, Trish. ``

Trish reached over to the desk, grabbed her body of water shabu and smashed it down on hard Earth's surface. Turning back, she then jammed the jagged remains into can 's throat.

'' Uhhkk ... '' he gurgled as blood fountained from his cut off vena jugularis and onto Trish 's chest.

'' Mmm ... '' Trish moaned. It felt so warm on her skin ...

Soon the blood stopped, as did John 's animation. Trish got up and looked down at the forefather of her future second child, who she had just murdered.

She was fine with it .