It's a lovely walk over through a cool summer night that smells like freshly mown grass and the memory of teenage lust. It's cool but I'm sweating. She's dressed in a flowing blue dress, her hair is down around her shoulders, long and brown and shining clean. Her breasts are large under the dress, she's taken off her bra. Her stomach round, her hips wide. She smiles at me. I smile back. My cock is hardening again, it's been hard and soft all the way over. She's a friend of mine and my wife's. She's been wanting a child for awhile now, not finding the right man. Not the right available man. But I'm her friend. And my wife is a giving woman. "Remember, we aren't supposed to like this, " she says. "This is just for the baby." I flow into her arms, press myself against her warmth, and it is a blessed relief, the soft shock of her in my arms, her breasts against my chest. She's brushed her teeth, and she smells minty. I kiss her lightly, running the tip of my tongue over her lips.. "Oh. I'm going to like it. I'm bad. So are you, girl. So are you." I rub her back, her neck, her shoulders, kissing her mouth, her neck, down her front. She shudders as I tongue a nipple, hard under the thin slippery material of her dress. I trace a finger lazily around one, and it gets harder, my other hand slipping down to cup one ass cheek. Her ass is large, and round, and soft. "I know. I know." She whispers, eyes still closed. "I like it already." We kiss some more, we have all night, and I want her to be ready, good and ready, I want her so wet and hot that we glide together sweet and easy and hard and lovely. We kiss for a long time. My cock is hard and leaking a tiny bit, pressed into her belly. I begin to rub it against her. "Feel it?" "Feels nice." I flick off the shoulder straps, and the dress slides down, she bites her lip as it brushes past her fine pink nipples, and it falls to the ground, and she steps out of it. She is lovely, full breasted and hipped, sweetly soft. I suck one nipple, the other, lifting each tit to my mouth, and she shudders. "I like that," she purrs. "Oh. So do I." I kneel before her, and suck at her breasts for a long time, moving from nipple to nipple, listening to her breathe. They're so hard now in my mouth, so perfect. I suck harder and harder, begin to use my teeth, all the time listening for her breath, stuttering and joyous as I work her. My hand rides up her smooth thigh, she has no underwear on, I feel the wetness, heat. My teeth toy gently with a thickened nipple, and she moans and my hand is suddenly slicker, working into her, hot and wet. I'm licking up her legs, craning my neck back, to get the slightest taste of her, her smell pungent and fresh, female in heat, female needing to come. My finger nails drawing tingling lines up the back of her thighs, as I knead her flesh, and force my tongue into her slit. She turns, her eyes half-lidded, and crawls into the turned down bed, she is nice from behind, I'd like to take her like that, ride her, but she lies on her back and spreads her legs, so maybe later. I crawl between her legs, her body ripe and open before me, I lick her wetness, till it flows, taste her, so salty sweet, so fragrant, she's washed of course, and shaved her legs, and the skin is smooth and cool. I lick her inner thighs, tracing lines up to her heat, flick her slit top to bottom, finding her clitoris, the nub of it, suck it into my mouth gently. Her pussy is so sweet, so pretty. Soft glistening folds, downy brown hair. "Oh." She says, pushing herself into my face. "That is nice." Oh" And "Oh." It is so easy to make her come. I do it again, this time noisely lapping at her fluids as she trembles and sighs. "Uh huh. Uh huh." I watch her breasts heave as I lick her, over the swell of her stomach. I want to squirt my baby into her. She wants it too. It's OK. Everything is OK. My cock wants to fuck her. It aches for her, to create something instead of orgasm, to create life. My wife can't have a child. Kate can. Spread some of us into the future, like the sweet little children of our good friends...oh let it be a girl. I don't really like boys. Sometimes, I don't really like myself. "I'm ready now," She's pulling on my hair, and I move up her, and her breasts are so large and full, she holds them in her hands, her hair so long and silky soft, her mouth so easy to kiss, and I sink the hard length of myself into the deep warm wet heat of her effortlessly. And start to fuck her, so slow and deliberate, building slowly in speed. She lifts her legs. "Deeper," she whispers. "Should be deep. To make--" she shudders, "the baby. In me. Come in me. It's all right" I hold her ankes, force her legs back gently, and begin to fuck her more forcefully. More animally, breathing heavy now, panting, beginning to sweat, thrusting, harder, and then harder still, my cock so big and full and steely hard it feels like it could burst. I bend her in two, her belly folding, her breasts very white and round, the nipples fine and pointed and hard, her breasts jiggling with every thrust, fleshy waves in her belly, her thighs. She is shoving up and into every thrust, so lovely. The pleasure in her face is exquisite. She is loving it, every minute of it, every inch of me every thrust, every drip of my sweat. She smiles and nods. "Good girl, good. Gonna..." There's that noisy wet slapping sound, that always vaguely distresses, I wish there was music but damn, she's sweet, plump and wet and hot, and I reach around to grab her ass, and plow it into her hard, and she holds her knees with her hands, rolling back, to let me do her deeper. I feel her coming again, so nice, again, so nice, my mouth finds hers, and she sucks my tongue into her mouth hungrily, and I am dripping my sweat down on her, slicking her body head to foot with it, we're slick and oily and rubbing together, and when I come I lose myself utterly, luxuriating in the feel of it, looking into her soft smiling eyes, coming inside, coming inside, no rubber or spermicide or pill--nothing but flesh and sweat and come and shuddering blessed fucking coming release and lie back and wait in the cooling sweat and sigh, and lie together. We have all night, after all. I'm nuzzling her in a few minutes. I'm still hard. Oh. Yes. Sometimes, it's useful, this rapacious cock of mine. Sometimes it does good. We can do it again, my hand closing on a fine round tit, taking the nipple between thumb and forefinger and she sighs, and snuggles back against me, her ass pressed into me, inviting. My face in her clean smelling hair. We can do it. Till we make a baby. There's a breeze in the curtains at the window. My mind is empty, my cock is hard, Kate is full of my come, will soon have even more, and life is sweet. Let it be a girl.