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Impregnated by the Black Mountain Man
Date: 12/2/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: edlangston, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories
The floods in Colorado in the fall of 2013 caused devastating losses thought to exceed two billion dollars. It rained for several days and the water accumulated in the mountain foothills and eventually came roaring out of the valleys and canyons in historically-destructive swollen creeks and streams. Roads were completely washed away in many places and the landscape was changed by the sand, rocks and debris that were moved by the flood waters. My husband and I live in one of those valleys, but were spared the worst of the flood. We live in a modern, log home built in an isolated canyon. Our property is about one hundred yards from the nearest creek, and at an elevation of fifty feet above the normal high-water level. We had no close neighbors and were pretty much self-sufficient with a well-stocked food cellar, plenty of firewood and an emergency diesel generator for power. We also have well water and satellite service for television and internet access. We were well provisioned and comfortable during the emergency, even though all of the access roads out of the canyon were washed away. My name is Leah, and my husband Ed and I have daughter who was five months old at the time of this story. I was still nursing our daughter, and we were trying to get me pregnant again. Ed was twenty-eight years old and I was twenty-six. He is a mechanical engineer, and was fortunate to be able to convince his employer to allow him to work from home most of time, only having to drive down the ... mountain to his office two or three days a month. I am a registered nurse who was working in a small clinic in our closest town. I was on extended maternity leave at the time of the flood. We own our home free and clear and enjoy our isolated life in the mountains. Our frugal lifestyle allowed us to live very comfortably on Ed’s salary. This story is primarily about our experiences with a man that we rescued from the flood-swollen creek. But it is important to the narrative for me to first digress and explain my history. Then you will be able to understand how our somewhat unusual sexual habits contributed to the situation. My childhood was normal, and I only realized during the summer before my junior year in high school that, compared to other girls, I had unusually large genitalia. My mother certainly lectured me about the evils of premarital sex, but she was also realistic about teenage sexual practices. This was especially true since I was blessed with a pretty face and nice D-cup breasts on my five feet and three inches tall and one hundred and ten pound body. She took me to her gynecologist right after my sixteenth birthday for a check-up and to get a prescription for birth control pills. It was embarrassing having the doctor between my legs probing my pussy, and it felt like she spent more time than necessary pushing her instrument very deeply into my vagina. After it was over she had me get dressed so we could talk. She said, “Everything looks good and I don’t see any ...