A Break Just A Break

"Wow Babe, you look really hot in those jeans. I love coming home to that after a long day at the office playing up to the old man. What say you and I go upstairs and get you changed into your school girl uniform?"

"Down, Boy. Down. You're just horny. As always. And you know what happens every time: Wham, bam, thank you ma'am, and out pops another mouth to feed. Like 5 of 'em so far, in 4 years of marriage. You've gotta slow down, honey. Give me break, will ya? I mean, I like a romp as much as the next 'little Catholic girl', but at this rate we're gonna have a Notre Dame football team all our own."

"I can't help it, Sweetie. You just turn me on so much. I look forward to it all afternoon, it makes me hard even while driving home. See?"

"Put it away, Harold. The neighbors might see. Now come on in and sit down. We need to talk."

"Aw, c'mon honey, maybe just suck me off real quick and get it outta my system til bedtime?"

"No. I said No. I need a break, and you need to listen, Harold. Now put that thing away before I take care of it the hard way."

"Ooooh, is the little Catholic girl gonna kick the big bad football player in the balls? I'm so scared. What say I trade that for a fun time under the bleachers?"

"You'd like that again, wouldn't you? That's how we made the last one. I just didn't really put my foot into it like I should've. Next time you won't be so lucky. Now enough is enough, Harold. Seriously, I need a break. Keep it up and I'll make sure you & yer boys are singin' soprano in the glee club."

"Yeah, like you even have that much in you and your skinny little school-girl legs."

"Harold, I'm warning you."

"Try me. If you win, I'll pretty much HAVE to go without, won't I? But if I can take yer best shot, then you gotta let me score a field goal through your uprights."

"Tempting as it is to kick your balls into the next county, the answer is still No. Now listen to me, Harold, I'm serious. We've gotta slow down. And you know we do. Your measly salary doesn't cover expenses now, much less with another mouth or two to feed. If you had any (real) balls, you'd ask the old man for a raise, but until then, we've gotta come up with an acceptable way of 'family planning".

"Well I'm not wearing rubbers, I can't tell you that!"

"Nobody even said you could, Harold. You know that's against the rules. And of course I'm not going to be taking any pills, either."

"Ok, well if I just have to land my snowballs on your pretty face & lil' titties for a while, so be it. Let's get started. Open your mouth and present a target!"

"Harold, put that thing back away! You know that spilling your seed is against our teachings, too. Now that little bad boy is the problem, and we're just going to have to face it and deal with it before you get locked up in debtors prison."

"Well don't even think about snipping anything of mine!"

"Hmmmm. That ISSSS a thought, though, isn't it? Haha. Kind of a last resort, but seriously, if we can't come up with a better idea, well, we'll just have to do what we have to do, won't we, Harold? So you need to be a little more negotiable, don't you?"

"Aw Sweetheart, you know I can't go without."

"Well there's no other way, Harold. That little penis of yours is just going to have to stay away from my little pussy. That's all there is to it. [Grabbing my now wilting penis...] You, my fine little friend, need to be pussy-free."

"No Sweetheart. Be reasonable. I need to be in her... early & often."

"No, you need to contain that thing; that's what you need."

"Well, if not your pussy, SOMEBODY's pussy. And the church would never stand for that!"

"No, and I wouldn't either! And if you ever did, I'd have you at the clinic so fast the nurses wouldn't have time for anethesia."

"So what are you saying, Sweetheart? Divorce?"

"Of course not. What kind of Catholic are you, anyway? Divorce? Not a chance. However, there is one way of dealing with it I remember Sister Maria saying one time. She had all of us girls paying rapt attention that day for sure.

"What, Sweetie?"

"Chastity."

"What? Not for married guys!

"No, not that kind of chastity, Silly. This kind is for men who need to deal with a lack of self-control. She said, for instance, priests need it sometimes. But I'm thinking it could work for you, too. It's a chastity device. A little mini-prison'... to keep you out of debtors prison."

"No way! I'm not letting you put my guy in a prison."

"Oh come on, ya sissy. What's a little breather in time-out compared to that permanent cure of last resort? So, what'll it be, Harold?"

"Oh I don't know, Sweetie. But I suppose if it works for priests, how bad could it be?"

"Exactly! And technically, it isn't really birth control, since it's still possible for your cum to escape through the metal bars."

"You mean I can still cum in one of those?"

"Oh sure, Honey. In a manner of speaking."

"Well ok. I guess. For how long though?"

"Hey as long as your cum can work itself out, what do you care how long? It'll be the best option for as long as you want it to be. And you can always change your mind, if it's that bad."

"It'd have to be PRETTY DAMN BAD before I'd do that!"

"Ok then. It's settled. And Sister Maria has an opening at eight tonight."

And with that, she hugged me tightly and kissed me with a kiss I would not soon forget.

****