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An Author's Fantasy
Homer Vargas
Vargas111@hooyahooya.com
MC,Fdome, preg, humor, preg
Point of View: Third Person
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intact.
Summary: Homer writes about meeting the kind of reader
he's always hoped to "have."
First Posted 8/14/02
Last Edited 8/14/02
A pretty and obviously affluent forty-something woman
in a very short maternity dress approaches a short,
dark in the Homer Vargas wing of an erotica
bookstore. "My God! I can't believe it," she
exclaims. "You must be ... you are ... Homer Vargas!"
"What a clever surmise. How did you guess?"
"You look just like him."
"Hmm, so I've been told."
"You see THIS?" the woman asks, pointing to her large
belly.
"Is my name Homer Vargas?"
"YOU are the cause of this!"
"Madam, I do not even know you, never mind never
having known you."
"No, I mean it was your stories! One night after
fucking my boyfriend into a coma, I was still horny.
Surfing the net I came across your site and started
reading 'A Cop Too Far.' Holy shit! The way they
used hormones, and sex toys, and girl/girl sex, and
hypnosis, to turn that cop woman's mind to mush and
get her pregnant with the druglord's baby! That was
sooo HOT. And then "The Examination," my God!
Thinking about that hotshot lawyer seduced by the
black nurse and then programmed by the doctor to be a
fucktoy for her boss until he got her knocked up. My
hand was in my the whole time. I made a real
mess of my and skirt, I'll tell you."
"It's always a joy for an author of erotic literature
to find that his efforts are appreciated."
"Appreciated? Hell, when I finished "Bred," where
that frustrated husband, and his brother, and the
brother's ever-pregnant turn that snooty career
woman into a stay-at home baby maker, I was so wound
up I raced back to the bedroom and fucked my boyfriend
three more times."
"Well, I guess that's what you get for reading
pornography," the replies a little testily,
nodding at her bulge. "Accidents do happen."
"Accidents?" she snorts. "This," she cradles her
belly proudly, "was no accident. I was on the pill at
the time and had no more interest in having babies,
BEFORE I started reading your stories, than my lover
did. Maybe he didn't know how horny pregnant women
get, or how much we like to fuck the guy who has
knocked us up, or how much enjoy eating pregnant
pussy."
"I see HE hadn't read any Homer Vargas stories."
"No, and he'd have freaked to know I was reading that
kind of 'trash.' He was so conservative; he would
never do me anyway but 'lights-out missionary.' I
only put up with that because he was intelligent,
handsome as sin, had a monster cock, and could make me
come more times flat of my back during a quick
slam-bam than most could with a good half-hour
doggy fuck. He was one of the best of the eighteen to
twenty-five year studs I'd been bedding and
dumping for years, enjoying my money and my freedom,
always careful NOT to get pregnant. Maybe your
stories just set off the alarm on my biological clock,
but after that night, I was obsessed with having this
guy's babies."
"He must have been flattered."
"It scared the shit out of him. He might have dumped
ME, except, well," she smirks, "I'm not bad looking
and I'm a hell of a good lay."
The brown appraises her curly and green
eyes and nods. "So?"
"That's where your other came in handy."
"You mean the (MC, Fdom, preg) ones?"
"Exactly. I read them all for tips on how sexy women get handsome hunks to knock them up. I
considered trickery, like the woman in "Principles,"
sabotaging the condoms or just getting him to do me
bareback at the 'wrong' time. But I rejected that, as
it would really put him off and I didn't want just one
baby from this Adonis. I had plans for him to keep me
pregnant for years. I loved the raw power of "Sabah"
and knew how I'd use her psychic powers, IF I had
them. Too bad I didn't have an organization like that
of "The WOPI Chronicles" to kidnap him and hold him
prisoner while I slowly conditioned him to be my toy. Or he couldn't be transformed into a horny,
docile plaything like the in "A New Infection."
The chair in my computer room was caked with juice from all the times I got off searching through
those stories."
"You looked to erotic for practical advice? Surely,
madam, you must realize..."
"Yeah those were all just hokey. Hot as shit, but
hokey. So I decided to use hypnosis."
"Hypnosis? But Vargas hardly ever have
elaborate hypnosis induction scenes and besides..."
"I know. All that 'Look into my eyes' and 'watch the
pretty pendant' is malarkey, too. But I knew there
were drugs that make a person very open to suggestion,
like Maria used in "Dawn and Ken and Maria and David."
And I figured if I rewarded him for each new thought
I put in his head, they were more likely to stick."
"Makes sense."
"So I put a little something extra in his wine one
crucial Friday when he came over. When he got that
dumb smile on his face, I told him to forget about the
theatre; I wanted to cuddle a while. He let me lead
him to the couch, but I had more than a cuddle in
mind. I whispered in his ear how much he loved my
tits and soon I had him working on them with his mouth
and hands with more enthusiasm that he'd ever shown
before. Even as he pawed me, I was thanking you for
the idea."
"Would Homer Vargas mislead you?"
"Worked like a charm. Still, getting a guy to feel me
up has never been much of a challenge even without
drugs. I wanted to test him. Notwithstanding several
strong hints, I'd never been able to get him to go
down on me. So as he was kissing my titties like
crazy I whispered to him that I was getting really wet
'down there' and I'd like him to kiss and lick my
pussy. He seemed to resist a little, so I told him
how good my juice tasted, and how much he loved
to worship my sex, and how much he wanted to make me
come with his mouth. He sort of moaned and slipped
down onto his knees between my legs. I flipped up my
skirt - of course I hadn't worn - and let the
sight and smell of my steamy finish him off."
"He really...?"
"Like he'd been muff diving since his horny sixth
grade teacher taught him how. But I was the one
teaching him: 'Faster,' 'There,' Deep, like that," all
the time telling him how much he enjoyed pleasing me.
Of course as hot as I was, it took only a few minutes
before I popped and gave him a mouthful of pleasured
pussy juice, but he just lapped it up and kept going.
I let him bring me to several orgasms before I told
him I was ready to fuck and had him carry me to my bed
upstairs. He was sort of on autopilot and shucked his
clothes as I finished stripping. 'You like?' I
teased, striking a sexy pose. I told him how horny he
was and how hard looking at me made him. I swear I
could almost see his cock, fully erect before, grow
stiffer. Then ordered him into bed.
He was reluctant, but I explained how much he loved to
lie back and let me fuck him from on top. As I
crawled from the foot of the bed toward that
magnificent upthrust cock, I fought the urge to stop
and suck for a while, but this was my fertile week and
I had better uses for his semen. I poised with my
pussy above his flagpole and again told him how much
he would enjoy letting me ride him, letting me use his
cock to pleasure myself before having him fill me with
his come. That seemed to remind him of what was going
on and he tried to say something about putting on a
condom.
I smiled down at him and asked him if he really wanted
to put on a tight, uncomfortable condom, which would
only reduce the pleasure he wanted to give me.
Besides, I thought he was so horny, he couldn't wait
for me to fuck him. He sort of groaned and nodded. I
couldn't wait either; I dropped onto him and almost
came again as his prick slide smoothly into my
well-lubricated depths. I savored the fullness for a
few seconds and then began the ride him toward my
goal. I kept cooing how good it felt to relax and let
me fuck him. When I felt his orgasm start to build, I
slowed down to keep him on the edge, just where I
wanted him.
Then I started telling him how much he wanted to come
in me, to fill my with his potent sperm now that
I'd stopped taking the pill, as he'd wanted me to. I
felt fear shrink his prick just a bit, but I
accelerated the fucking and pressed ahead. 'Of course
you do, sweetie. You've wanted to knock me up for a
long time. I'll be sooo sexy with a big belly full of
the bun you put in my oven. All you'll want is to
fuck my pregnant dripping and to lie in bed with
me in your arms my milky breasts. And you'll
be so proud when I take you out in public and
everybody looks at me admiringly for getting a
handsome like you to make me pregnant.
That IS what you want, isn't it honey, to make a baby
in me? I'm so fertile tonight, so ripe, all you have
to do is ...COME!'
I thrust my down on him hard. That's all it
took. He roared and it felt like opening the sluice
gates at the Hoover dam. I was filled with enough
boiling hot to impregnate every forty-year woman in the state and it was all for ME. The thought
of my eggs drowning in that rich triggered my own
orgasm, which I knew was good for conception. I
scoonched a pillow under my hips to keep the sperm
where it would 'do me the most good' and as we drifted
off to sleep together, his mouth gently on a
nipple, I didn't doubt that in a few months, I'd have
another pair of lips nursing at my breasts.
The next morning he didn't seem to remember anything
about the night. I teased him a little about getting
so excited he didn't take me out. He was a little
embarrassed, but I let him know I wasn't upset by
screwing him again right after breakfast. We didn't
leave the house that weekend and he must have fucked
me seven or eight times, not once mentioning a condom.
I really knew it had worked on Monday morning when I
woke up with his head between my legs. I let him be
late for work.
Remember or not, he was doing everything I had told
him. He stopped objecting to me wearing short, tight
miniskirts and flashy jewelry when we went out
dancing. (We didn't fuck ALL the time.) And he loved
to see me in four-inch heels even if it did exaggerate
the difference in our heights. Everything was better.
We began every session, and ended many of them, with
his increasingly expert tongue work in my pussy. He
loved for me to ride him best of all, but he was
willing to give me the heels-to-the-ceiling drillings
and the hard-pounding doggy fucks I love, too.
Not surprisingly I missed my next period and when I
told him he almost cried for joy. 'I've wanted to
knock you up for a long time. You'll be so sexy with
a big belly full of the bun I put in your oven. I'm
looking forward to fucking your pregnant dripping
pussy and lying in bed with you in my arms, your milky breasts. I'll feel so proud when we go out
in public and everybody looks at you admiringly for
getting me to make you pregnant,' he said with perfect
sincerity. Yes!!"
"So that's the way you got this?" The brown smiles admiring how the short dress is stretched tight
over her tummy.
"This one? Oh no, I was talking about several years
ago. Boys," she calls "come here there's someone I
want you to meet."
From around the corner of the aisle, three smiling appear, one large and black, holding a café au lait
infant, an Oriental guy, maybe a grad student, pushing
a pink stroller, and a white man, slightly than
the others leading twin toddlers with curly hair.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry!"
"Sorry? *I'm* not sorry. I LOVE being pregnant.
It's still all I can think about. These big and
my leaking all the time feels so sexy, and it
makes my husbands fuck me so good. I can afford to
have as many babies as I want. And you know," she
pauses with a thoughtful gleam in her eye, "I haven't
had a Latino baby yet. Would YOU like to do me next
time?"
"Can I write a about how we met?"
The End
Comments please to
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com
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Chloe and Homer Vargas
Vargas111@hooyahooya.com
Part 6
slutwife, humor, preg
Point of View: First Person
Redistribution: No restriction except that the may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
Summary: reads of the preggy adventures of Chloe
and her gynecologist
First Posted 8/14/02
Last Edited 8/14/02
This is inspired by the great "Letters to
Mother" by LKWRITER@HOTMAIL.COM. The following are
letters from a different to a different mom.
Also inspired by CDE.
Chloe and Homer Vargas
Vargas111@yahoo.com
Dear Mom,
Sorry I haven't been writing so often recently, but
I've been busy with Martin and Darrell. <g> You can
guess how hard the are having to work to keep up
with my "expanding" sex drive. <g> It just keeps
getting better and better. My belly is so cute now
and it just drives the crazy. I have one or the
other stay every night because I often wank, oops,
Freudian slip, there, Mom, I wake in the middle of the
night and need a good fuck to put me back to sleep.
That way, too, Martin or Darrell can leave me full
before going off to work. Stanley still gets to warm
me up before hand and eat me afterward, though. Then
until evening it's just me and Malcolm. (That's what
I named the vibrator you gave me Mom; I don't know
what I'd do without it!)
First, though, let me catch you up with m Sandy (My
gynecologist, remember?) She's married, Mom, and her
Eugene sounds as perfect as my Sydney and maybe even
richer. Everything worked out just as she and her
black boyfriend planned. There was a little hitch
when she took Eugene home to meet her parents. Her
dad, of course, was very happy to meet the heir
to the Van Peel money and the immediately began to
talk to him about P&Es and M&As and where the Dow and
The DAX and the NIKKIE and the "FTSI" were going.
(Sandy was interested monetarily in hearing about
playing the "footsie" until she learned that was just
the name of another stock market index.)
Typically, Sandy's dad was interested in how good a
"provider" Eugene would be (as if Sandy didn't have a
six-figure income of her own). Her mom, on the other
hand, was like you, more concerned with whether Eugene
would make her happy. The operative work
here is "concerned." While the were talking about
money, Sandy's pulled her aside and asked her
if she was sure that Eugene would be able to, you
know, "satisfy" her. knew Sandy was like her,
needing lots of hard, nasty sex to keep her
equilibrated, and she thought Eugene was rather thin
and "well, I'm sorry honey, but he just doesn't look
very well hung. I was already when I learned
how important that is. I'm afraid he won't be able to
keep you pregnant."
Sandy was just cracking up as she told me all this.
She said her mom's eyes got big as saucers when she
told her not to worry, that she was getting fucked
well and hard, thank you and she would be good and
pregnant by the time she returned from the honeymoon.
Her was all apologetic and said she was wrong to
have doubted Eugene, that he must have a lot more
between his legs than she thought, when Sandy
surprised her again by explaining that Eugene would
not the of her baby, but rather her black lover
would be. At that, Sandy's just burst into
tears of joy and said she was so relieved and happy
for her. Her confessed she had taken her first
back lover only a few months ago herself, their
gardener, and that as a matter of fact Sandy was going
to have a little just a few months than
her baby!
"My FIRST baby," Sandy laughed.
"Your FIRST little sister," her laughed back.
As Sandy was poking and examining me during my last
appointment (well, we usually DO IT, too) she
recounted how on the day she finished all the boring
details of arranging for the church and the reception
hall and the invitation list, she and Leroy had
celebrated by flushing her birth control pills down
the toilet. They were at the hospital and Sandy
arranged to sneak them into an examining room so she
could get up on a table with her feet in the stirrups
and her splayed so they could re-play the "white
wife impregnated by black sperm donor" fantasy. She
said she had never come so hard or felt Leroy's fill her so full as that night, knowing she had taken
the first step to becoming a cuckolding slutwife.
But that's not all. Sandy couldn't pass up the chance
to launch her new life as a slutwife without a real
bachelorette party with a bunch of her upper crust
girlfriends. They had it at the Zebra club. Leroy
was the "stripper." He and Sandy went through the
whole charade for the benefit of her friends -- her
being mesmerized by the size of Leroy's cock, not
being able to resist wanting to kiss it, letting Leroy
deep throat her before the astonished eyes of hr
friends, and finally her begging him to "fuck me with
that monster cock."
Sandy and Leroy even went through the "but please
don't come in me, I'm ovulating" routine. She said it
was hilarious how all those lawyers and accountants
and executives watched her "getting bred" with their
fingers up their cunts, making snide remarks about
what a slut Sandy was and how she was likely to get
herself a black baby. Sandy had the last laughed,
though, when a bunch of Leroy's friends burst in and
her horny hypocritical girlfriends found themselves
full of black cock, coming at the top of their lings
before they knew what hit them. Before the night was
over every woman there had been screwed bareback three
or four times to uncounted orgasms. The barely
were able to get ready for the wedding the next day
and by common agreement neither the bride or any of
the maids of honor (!) wore so they could feel
the delicious babyjuice running down their thighs.
She said all her friends now have black boyfriends,
too, and several are already pregnant.
Would you believe it? Sandy's EPT plus turned blue
the very morning of the wedding! Sandy was so excited
knowing she actually had her lover's black baby in her
belly as she walked down the aisle. She winked at her
mom and glanced down as a signal and patted her
own tummy back in response and started to cry. But
mothers always cry at their daughters' weddings, don't
they, Mom?
The honeymoon also went as planned. After the
reception, Sandy made sure Eugene had too much to
drink and then in bed teased him until he "had an
accident" trying to put it in her the first time. (He
was over eager as she had been "saving herself" for
him and the last month had even stopped giving him
hand jobs and had forbidden him to wank.) She feigned
anger just as the bellboy (Leroy) arrived with more
Champaign. Sandy pretended to be so frustrated (not
much of an exaggeration) that she had to have "a real
man fuck her" right then and Eugene had to watch as
Sandy and Leroy gave and encore of their
white-woman-gets-bred-by black-stud performance.
By the time the honeymoon was over Sandy was well into
a new life as the happy slutwife and Eugene was
resigned to rearing and taking care of all the babies
that she and Leroy could make. (Talk about getting
off on the right foot, he Mom?) In return Eugene got
to eat Sandy whenever she was full of Leroy's (or any
of his friends') jizz. And whenever she felt like it,
Sandy would suck off her "Genie-weenie." We've had
the same experience, being surprised how nice it is to
take your hubby's little penis in your mouth and suck
out a few sips of semen. Having a lover explode in
your mouth with a bucket of hot is exciting, but
messy.
She's also told me how sweet it is to lie in bed,
Sandy with her growing little paunch and her with
her well-developed belly, eating each other's needy
pussies. Too bad we live too far away for that, Mom,
but if you'd like to come to visit, we could have some
fun. We could even have a foursome with Darrell and
Martin (You'd love'em!) and I know Sydney would love
sucking their out of you, too, Mom.
But enough about Sandy. I've been having a ball, too.
I'm really showing now and everyone tells me how
beautiful and sexy I am and they are right. God, I
just can't get enough! The other day I let Darrell
take me shopping for more maternity clothes. I
brought Sidney long too, to pay. First we went to a
place that specializes in slinky lingerie and
sleepwear for the "reproductively challenged." Sidney
was mortified, but Darrell and I though it was fun for
me to each little number. I enjoyed asking the
sales if she was sure "this thing would enough" because I was going to have a "BIG baby" as I
winked and stroked Darrell's ponderous package through
his pants. Then I told her to "put it on my husband's
AMEX card," which Sidney shamefacedly fished out.
Next we went to pick out maternity dresses and tops.
Again Darrell wanted me to everything. I teased
Sydney by asking him if he thought each one was short
enough or transparent enough to show off my pregnant
belly and ballooning tits. While he sputtered,
Darrell chipped in that he thought it covered up too
much, because "Sydney here is spending a fortune on
sexy underwear and I'm sure he wants it to be
noticed."
In another shop the "associate" who was helping fit me
in a skimpy little skirt told me that she was seeing
more and more white wives come in knocked up with
their black lovers' babies. "I guess it's
contagious," she giggled, patting her own belly. It
happened one day, she said, when a really pregnant
forty-something woman came in with her black
boyfriend. Seeing her fawning over him, obviously in
lust with his cock, got the so hot she had to
asked the woman if her boyfriend could do her right
then and there. The woman laughed and said go ahead;
it happened all the time. "It was just my lucky day;
I missed my very next period."
It was soon apparent why Darrell wanted me dressed up
in sexy maternity clothes; he and Martin planned on
showing me off! They took me back to the same club we
went to the night before I got pregnant. We made
quite an entrance, me in 5 inch stiletto heels and a
black cocktail mini-dress that must have seemed even
more obscenely short because of my protruding belly,
on the arms of two big handsome black with my
loving husband bringing up the rear. When Darrel
proudly pulled up the dress and patted my babymound,
the place erupted in applause! I don't think I've
ever been so happy and proud, Mom!
The night flew by. We were the center of attention;
there were other pregnant white wives there with their
black boyfriends, but I was the hottest! The (they were so cute taking turns asking me to dance;
they seemed like little kids) had me out on the floor
twirling me around making my skirt fly up so everyone
could see my pregnant belly and dripping pussy. Of
course I hadn't worn panties. When we weren't
dancing, I was on my knees blowing Darrell or Martin
or in their laps getting fucked so wonderfully. But I
insisted on letting Sydney eat me every time I got
fucked and I rubbed him until he had a little wet spot
in his crotch. Everyone though that was considerate
of me, as so many slutwives make hubby stay home and
never help him get off at all. I guess it's because
you brought me up right, Mom, and I do love Sydney so
much.
It was the most wonderful time and Darrel said it was
his turn to have me that night. Much as I like to
compensate Martin for letting Darrell be the first to
give me his baby, I do love to fuck the who made
me pregnant. But I never forget to tell Sydney how
much I love him as I let him eat me; I guess I'm just
a hopeless romantic.
More later, Mom,
Chloe
Comments please to
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com
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