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Archive name: epilogue.txt (MC, Mf, Ff, preg, humor)
Authors name: Homer Vargas (Vargas111@yahoo.com)
Story title : SUMMER HOLIDAYS: Epilogue
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I hope everyone has read and enjoyed "Summer Holidays"
(published on mcstories.com) by Downing Street, a sequel
to his fabulous "Lovebright Academy." (ibid.) In that
earlier story, Downing Street left out some critical
elements, which I felt compelled to revise in my
"Lovebright Academy: the Real Story."
Unfortunately, it's happened again, although this time I
think it must be from ignorance of what went on AFTER the
conclusion of "Summer Holidays." You should, of course
read that first because it was complete as far as
it went but afterwards ... With Downing Street's
permission, I give you:
SUMMER HOLIDAYS: Epilogue (MC, Mf, Ff, preg, humor)
By Homer Vargas (Vargas111@yahoo.com)
***
Jimmy lay with closed eyes soaking up the sun of the long
July days that were marching slowly toward August. Here
by the pool at the sumptuous home of the of
Cloeme, his current girlfriend, it would be hard not to
feel some self-satisfaction with his accomplishments.
Certainly the De Winter was more laid back,
libidinous and, therefore, happier than before.
Philip De Winter's import-export business, where Jimmy
helped out occasionally advising Philip, had been
transformed from a stodgy, post-imperial holdover into a
vibrant, up-to-date emporium. New staff, mainly hot
women, had introduced new life and a trendy, almost racy
dress code to the firm. Profits had soared and
generous bonuses made the new employees more than pleased
to be working for such an enlightened entrepreneur as
Philip De Winter. Nor were the women shy about
showing their appreciation to Mr. De Winter and
occasionally to Jimmy himself. Mr. De Winter usually had
to set aside a whole afternoon with each grateful
employee.
Felicia De Winter had changed even more. No longer the
rigid, uptight matron, she had become an affectionate,
fun-loving wife. Her new wardrobe of short, clingy skirts
and high heels in brilliant colors was emblematic of her
new happiness. She had a lot to be happy about. Every
night she was getting screwed silly by a surprisingly
rejuvenated Mr. De Winter. Then, too, she had discovered
that, far from being a vile and degrading practice,
allowing Philip to eat her to orgasm after orgasm was
altogether delightful; she even found herself moved to
reciprocate. A nice 69 before breakfast had become her,
and of course Philip's, favorite way to start the day. Of
course she had Jimmy to top her up most days at siesta
time.
And Amber. Jimmy was most pleased about the improvement
in Amber's status. From being a frightened and underpaid
house slave she had become a valued and well-remunerated
domestic employee. She, too, knew how to show gratitude
to Mr. De Winter, usually in the den when he arrived each
evening and occasionally to Jimmy, whose "good vibes" she
knew were somehow responsible for her change of fortune.
Yes, everything was going well and Jimmy might well have
allowed things to drift, pushed along as by the gentle
summer breezes, giving no thought that this idyllic
holiday would ever come to an end. But Jimmy was a
conscientious man. He was concerned that all this
carefully crafted happiness might crumble once he and
Cleome returned to school. People had a way of falling
back into their dysfunctional habits if they had nothing
to anchor them to their new lifestyle. Jimmy was
particularly worried about Amber. Would Mr. De Winter
continue to be as generous with the after Jimmy was
gone? Especially if Mrs. De Winter reverted to HER
ways? Quite probably, no. Amber needed something to
cement the bond with Mr. De Winter, something she could
share with Felicia De Winter, something to make her a
more integral member of the family.
And Felicia De Winter. Jimmy knew that at bottom she was
not a bad woman. Her former hauteur and self-centerdness
resulted mainly from boredom. Felicia lacked a purpose in
life and it made her flighty and shallow. Mrs. De Winter
needed a goal, something to absorb her energies and take
her outside herself.
But that would be difficult so long as she was exposed to
the influence of the ladies of the Art Auxiliary. Oh,
they were OK right now, meeting weekly at the De Winter
home for drinks of Amber's special punch and exchanging
hilarious bedroom about how their new wardrobes,
hairstyles and, in some cases, surgical enhancement, had
prompted their husbands to nightly paroxysms of sex. Yet
Jimmy feared trouble when the summer was over. Like Mrs.
De Winter, these women needed something to occupy their
attention and distract them from petty gossip and
competition over their possessions and their husbands'
careers.
Jimmy was aware that he had his work cut out for him. He
was of half a mind to take matters into his own hands,
but he realized that in these cases it was better to work
indirectly. He would have to begin a series of talks with
Amber, with Mr. and Mrs. De Winter, and with the ladies
of the Art Auxiliary. Summer was more than half gone and
time was of the essence. He would begin ...
Jimmy's reverie was interrupted by a small, soft hand
insinuating its way under the waistband of his swim
trunks. Cleome had awakened and had scoonched even closer
to him, pressing her pert tightly against his
side. Somehow her top had come off and Jimmy could feel
the urgency of her hard nipples. He would have to hurry;
Felicia would be expecting him in her bed shortly.
"Jimmy, honey, you haven't done me since breakfast. I'm
so horny." Jimmy wondered if perhaps Cleome had drunk too
much of Amber's orange juice this morning, but there was
no remedying that now. Her hands were tugging insistently
at his trunks and he was only barely able to pull a sheet
over them to prevent the obvious from becoming explicit.
"Oh Jimmy, baby, fuck me. I need it so bad," she pleaded
as she impaled herself on his erection.
He would begin ... tomorrow.
*****
How time had flown! Felicia could hardly believe that
more than three months had slipped by since the last
gathering of the Art Auxiliary. Events had conspired to
keep the group apart since back in the middle of the
school holiday. First, almost everyone had suddenly
decided to go on long August vacations. Felicia herself
nearly had to drag Philip away from his beloved business.
She had made sure he didn't regret the three weeks in
Barbados, although for modesty's sake they didn't get
much of a tan. The lovebirds hadn't fucked that much
since their honeymoon. By the time they had returned it
was the end of summer and many members, like Felicia,
were busy packing their children off to boarding school
or university. Finally there was shopping. Lord, it was
difficult to keep up the same level of sexy allure in
fall fashions as it had with skimpy summer clothes. And
then Felicia found she had to go out and buy still
another set.
So here it was almost Halloween, but at last everyone
could be assembled. Amber had prepared the punch that
everyone remembered so fondly. Felicia was so much
looking forward to the party. Especially with her
surprise.
Nicole Loring was the first to arrive, several minutes
early. Felicia hardly recognized the woman. Nicole had
never been as prudish about dressing as Felicia used to
be, but this outfit was practically obscene. The
leather miniskirt barely covered the essentials. She
still wore matching four-inch spike summer sandals
that exposed her brightly painted toes, notwithstanding
the nip in the air. The sheerest of black
caressed her shapely legs. Her blouse conspired more to
display than to conceal her breasts, which seemed to be
larger than Felecia remembered them. And she was glowing.
Felicia led her friend to the living room and soon the
two women were seated facing each other, each grinning
like the that had swallowed the canary.
"I've just got to tell you first," both women blurted
simultaneously. They paused in surprise and giggled.
"What is it?" both asked.
"You'll never guess!" they replied in unison.
"You don't mean ..." the two women gasped.
"Yes, it's true!" they squealed together.
"I'm PREGNANT!"
*****
Several hours, numerous pitchers of punch, and uncounted
platters of canap‚s later, a roomful of tipsy women were
giggling and exchanging like teen-age at a
sleepover.
"Fred was so funny about it," Cindy Van Dorn confessed.
"As soon as I mentioned that I might even be WILLING to
have another baby, he raced upstairs, cut my diaphragm to
slivers, and flushed my pills down the toilet. The silly
boy doesn't know a woman's fertility does not return for
weeks, and of course I didn't tell him," she giggled. "He
didn't let me out of bed the whole weekend. I was sore on
Monday, but it was worth it."
"You TOLD him?" Alice Court chucked. I just dumped my
pills and booked a cruse for Paul and me around my
estimated time of fertility. I didn't ask permission; I
just came back with his baby right here," she announced
triumphantly, patting her tummy.
"I don't know what happened," Constance Mason admitted.
"I had always told Arthur very firmly that I would NOT
have another child, but some time in August I kind of
started to forget to take my pills. And I was so horny
all the time, I was practically raping him morning and
night, hardly in a good bargaining position to insist he
wear a condom. I was as shocked as Arthur was overjoyed
when I missed my period."
"'Horny' is the word," agreed Agatha Carrolton. "I
thought I was eager BEFORE Ralph knocked me up, but now
I'm insatiable."
"Me, too," agreed Grace Bradock, "But I've got two happy
school who take turns tiding me over in the
afternoons until Peter gets home each night."
"Oh, you witches!" exclaimed Felicia. "All this sexy talk
has given me a wonderful idea ..."
*****
When Philip arrived Amber quickly escorted him to the
living room. The scene unfolding before their eyes was an
astounding one. It had begun when Felicia suggested they
compare incipiently bulging tummies and swelling tits. By
now all eight women were stripped down to noting but
their and heels. It was a draw between the
couples that favored the pussy-to-pussy scissors grind
versus those who felt a 69 was the surest way to
continuous orgasm.
"See. I told you we wouldn't have to worry," Amber
whispered to Philip who was goggle-eyed watching his
alternately scream, mew, and gurgle ecstatically in the
arms of Nicole Loring. He almost jerked Amber's arm off
as he hauled her toward the den.
Sometime later Amber, having been munched to a series of
satisfying orgasms, was astride Phillip De Winter who was
panting on the brink of his own orgasm. Smiling slyly,
Amber dropped into the character she knew would send the
poor into orbit. "You love Felicia, don't you
Daddy?"
"Huh?" the distracted groaned. "Yes. <gasp> Of course
I do, Amber."
"I mean you must REALLY love her?"
"Yes ... yes ... ,<pant> ... 'love her."
"You loved enough to make a baby in her, didn't you
Daddy?" Amber felt her employer's engorged cock swell
even more inside her.
"Huuu?" was the most insightful response his sex-addled
brain could come up with.
"You wanted give a round pregnant belly and big
milky boobies for you to love, didn't you, Daddy?"
"Ohmygod! ... Amber!" he shuddered.
"Do you love your little Amber, Daddy?"
"Love? ... Amber? <gasp> Yes, ... yes," he croaked as
Amber picked up the pace just slightly.
"Wouldn't you like to give your little Amber a big belly,
too, Daddy?"
"Oh, Amber, honey! What are you doing to me?"
"You don't have to do it if you don't want to, Daddy. But
I stopped taking those pills you have been buying for
me. I though that now is having a baby for you,
maybe you'd want to give your little Amber a baby, too."
"Amberrrr!"
If you do, Daddy, I promise I'll let you drink the milk
from my boobies. Would you like that, Daddy?"
"Amber, please! Honey!" Phillip squawked, panic and
desire in his voice.
"Would you like to get your little Amber pregnant? You
didn't put on a condom today, Daddy. Does that mean you
want your big bare cock to pump little Amber full of your
baby juice?"
"No, Amber. ... Yes Amber. ... Ohhhhhhhh!" came his
tormented cry,
"You DO, don't you Daddy? I can feel it! You want to
knock up your little Amber. You want to put your baby in
me and make my little tummy real big!"
"Amberrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Philip screeched and started
bucking uncontrollably.
"Yes, Daddy! Yes! You're doing it. You're going to make
me so preggie! I can feel you shoot, Daddy right into my
fertile little pussy. Oh thank you, Daddy. Thank
youuuuuuuuu!" she cooed as the flood of hot semen
triggered her own orgasm.
*****
Wreathes of spruce, holly, and twinkling lights adorned
the large De Winter living room. The thoughtful hostess
had thrown soft warm mats onto the floor for the comfort
of her guests. Uncounted quarts of non-alcoholic eggnog
had been consumed that afternoon. These gatherings had
become more frequent as the eight weeping pussies needed
more and more attention as their pregnancies progressed.
Much as their husbands loved to try keeping their horny
wives satisfied, they were, after all, only men.
The women were relaxing with a few final lazy orgasms
before heading off into the frosty air when Felicia got
to her feet. "Girls, before you go, girls, I have a some
happy news," the hostess announced. "Nicole, pay
attention, please" she hissed under her breath, shoving
the too-avid woman's face from between her legs. Around
the room seven pairs of heavy-lidded, climax-sated eyes
looked up at her.
"I'd like us to welcome a belated member to our Joy Luck
club," she paused. "Amber, come in here, sweetie."
At first there was stunned silence, then "Uuuu's" and
"Ahhh's" and "Isn't she ADORABLE!" broke out as the
maid stepped into the center of the room. Proudly she
lifted her short skirt and apron, showing her bare belly
and pretty puss. Felicia smiled and held out her hand.
Amber tripped over to the woman who drew her down
and gaily patted the girl's just-visible bulge. "Since
*I* didn't go straight from birth control to fertility
pills like SOME people," she smiled at Emma McPherson and
Jane Farragut who were contemplating their hugely
stretched bellies, "I'm only having one this time. So
Phillip decided Amber could have one of his babies, too.
I know you'll all do your part to make Amber feel a part
of the group."
While the little group applauded, Nicole's eyes lit up.
Crawling rapidly to the youngster she thrust her head
between the girl's thighs.
Just like Jimmy told her, everything was working just
fine.
The End
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