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Marta and Robert
By Homer Vargas (vargas111@yahoo.com)
***
Robert falls into the hands of the wrong woman. (Fdom/M,
mc, preg)
***
[This is a spin-off of "Dawn and Ken and Maria and
David." It begins at the reception after the marriage
of Maria and Dawn to Ken and David. Reading the other
story is encouraged, but not necessary.]
***
Dr. Robert Van Clef felt out of place here. The crowd
was mainly twenty and thirty-something’s and the music
was not that of his generation. He might have left
right after the ceremony, but he had invested almost an
hour driving out to this country mansion.
Of course he was happy for Dawn, a younger colleague
from the hospital, but there were many things about the
wedding besides the location of the reception that
puzzled him. First was the man Dawn had chosen to
marry, and so suddenly. Until maybe a year ago the
young doctor had been dating several of his (and her)
colleagues from the hospital, men several years older
than she. David was quite good looking and a manager in
some kind of Internet company, but quite young.
Dawn was an attractive woman, but Robert was also
uncomfortable with David’s almost puppy-dog attachment
to his new wife, a devotion Dawn seemed to accept as
her due. Then too, if he was not mistaken – and as a
gynecologist it was Robert’s job NOT to be mistaken
about these things – Dawn was pregnant, about three
months, he guessed. How long had she know this boy, er
young man?
Equally odd, if not more so, was the other pair in the
double wedding. The other bride, a pretty young Latina,
apparently had – until when? -- been David’s
housekeeper. And odder still, the other groom, Ken, had
been, for a short time, Dawn’s live-in boyfriend. Ken,
some kind of construction worker, Robert understood,
towered over the petite brown woman, but he displayed,
if that was possible, an even more subservient
infatuation with his new bride who, like Dawn, was
several months along with making a baby. Neither bride
seemed in the least embarrassed about her state. They
had both chosen very short gowns with an Empire tie
that drew every man's attention to their swelling
breasts and unmistakable bulges.
Finally, the guest list struck Robert as odd, drawn up,
so it appeared, to bring together the greatest number
of Dawn’s, David’s, and Ken’s male friends with a few
of Dawn’s girlfriends and an uncounted number of
Maria’s sisters, aunts, and girl cousins flown in from
Central America. It was cliché that people hook up at
wedding receptions, but this function seemed to be
designed with that in mind. And the women definitely
seemed to be dressed for the prowl. The décolletage was
astounding, hemlines must average six inches above the
knee, approximately the height of the strap stilettos,
putting acres of eye-popping breast and inner thigh on
display.
That thought brought Robert to the final element of his
discomfort. He suspected he, too, was one of the men
being pursued. That in itself might not be so bad. He
could relish an affair with one of Dawn’s svelte hottie
friends. It would show Janet that two could play her
game. It was wounded pride, he realized, rather than
grief he felt over the loss of his ex trophy wife. When
they met, Robert thought Janet was perfect. After
several years of dating younger women who were skittish
about sex, it was a relief to find a woman who really
liked to fuck.
That in the end had proven her downfall. Janet had
probably seen his wealth and prestige and assumed
Robert would be the Alpha Male in bed that he was in
the emergency room or at the hospital Board. Janet was
at that stage in her life when she needed to be fucked
hard, deep, and often. And she had counted on Robert to
keep her screwed silly. And, having played around long
enough, she was ready for a man to get her pregnant and
see she stayed that way until she had a houseful of
kids.
Six months into the marriage with Robert fucking her
less than once a day and still no bun in the oven, she
became restless. After a year with Robert still
resisting on the baby and sex down to a normal couple
of times per week, she was desperate. Even tried to get
him to go down on her! What did she think he was, some
kind of pussy-whipped pervert!
The desperation, in fact, spoiled her shot at a healthy
alimony settlement. Janet’s mistake had been choosing
the wrong man to administer the daily doses of hard,
nasty sex she craved. She found a man with a horse cock
alright -- her personal trainer – but after a few
afternoons of mind-blowing, non-stop, multi-orgasmic
sex, she was lost. When Tyrone saw the horny white wife
would do anything for his cock, he refused to use a
condom any longer. Janet had begged and pleaded, but
Tyrone was adamant.
Unable to pass up having that long fat cock in her,
Janet finally let him fill her again and again with his
thick hot seed. Within weeks Janet had his black baby
growing in her belly. Robert’s detectives had
documented everything and she got only child support
from the divorce. The last he heard she was living with
one of Tyrone's friends and pregnant again.
Thus, Robert was single again and looking. But the
women Robert had his eye on, thin cool blondes for the
most part, had David’s young friends in their sights.
Instead, Robert kept being thrown into the company of
Marta, Maria’s mother. Dawn had told him about Marta,
suggesting she’s be eager for a tumble, but Robert
ignored her silly attempts at matchmaking. Marta was
not the kind of woman Robert was hoping to meet.
Marta was dark, loud, unsophisticated, and rather too –
large. Not that she wasn’t sexy in a crude way: large
breasts that had nursed a brood of children, wide hips
that had made the nights of two deceased husbands and
(Dawn had hinted) many other men, quite happy, and a
waist that was surprisingly small for a woman who had
been making babies since she was thirteen.
Nevertheless, Robert had no intention of spending time
with Marta that afternoon. Marta, on the other hand,
had other ideas and she was remarkably effective in
getting her way. Every time Robert turned around Marta
was there with a fresh drink and another button of her
blouse, drawn too tight across her enormous jugs,
unfastened. As the afternoon wore on, most of the women
were successfully paired up, some a bit disheveled
accompanied by with happy but dazed-looking men.
This left Robert to Marta who was starting to look
better as Robert consumed more of the spicy punch.
Women her age and size didn’t usually wear skirts that
short or heels that high, but on her they showed those
extra pounds were packed into the right places. He
found himself wondering if she was wearing panties.
Somehow they were holding hands and she was gigging and
telling him stories that Robert had trouble following
as his eyes were drawn again and again to his
companion’s luscious brown breasts.
"Time for the movie," Maria called out. The what?
Robert had never heard of showing a movie at a wedding
reception. They hadn’t even cut the cake had they? Was
there a cake? Robert dimly realized Marta was leading
him into a different wing of the mansion. The other men
looked as confused as he, but they likewise allowed the
giggling women to herd them gently to sofas and
loveseats pointed at a large screen.
"Comfy Bobby?" Marta asked. No one had called him
anything but "Robert" or "Dr. Van Clef" in years.
"Bobby" made him feel like a boy, a little boy very
comfortably snuggled against Marta's soft warm woman
flesh, her perfume around him like a cloud.
He tried to pay attention to the film, but her hand
between his legs made concentration difficult. At first
it looked like a historical documentary’ then it turned
into an R or maybe X-rated tale of soldiers and dark
women and orgies. Something about the flickering
projection made it impossible either to look away or to
think critically about the plot.
"Pretty sexy, eh?" Marta whispered.
"Huh?" Robert felt sluggish, not thinking too clearly.
"I mean, seeing those pretty, busty women using sex to
control powerful men must make you really horny, no?"
Yes, he supposed it was true. Robert was certainly
feeing odd. His heart was pounding and he was breathing
quickly, though shallowly. But could he come right out
and admit it, admit that watching a sexy film with a
sexy woman pressed up against him had made him horny?
He felt at a disadvantage.
"You are, Bobby. I can tell." She squeezed his prick
gently. "Let me help you." Robert tried to protest, but
Marta was already unzipping his pants. "I’ll bet that
feels a lot better." Her warm, soft hand on his exposed
prick made Robert speechless. "Oh, Bobby! You’re really
hard! Are you horny for me, Bobby?" she cooed. "Do you
like me playing with your nice hard prick, Bobby?"
Robert grunted in ecstasy as his clever partner
expertly stroked his manhood, keeping him excited but
being careful not to grant him release. She had plans
for this erection and the subsequent orgasm.
If he could have looked around, Robert would have been
shocked at the unfolding scene. The other women had
been as busy as Marta and the punch and flickering
light of the film had been equally effective in making
their companions horny and malleable. A few men had
already been fucked and were nursing contentedly as
whispered, seductive words flowed into their receptive
brains.
A few were prone with a woman on board riding them to
orgasm. One was struggling as two laughing women held
him and a third poured something into his mouth. But
Robert saw nothing from the bottom of the deep pit of
lust, the perfect snare Marta had laid for him.
"Would you like to suck my tits, Bobby. They’re big and
soft." Robert thought fleetingly at how strange, how
wrong all this was to be on a couch with a woman he
hardly knew letting her play with his cock and inviting
him to suck her titties. But the thought slipped away
as Marta placed a nipple – not at all soft as she had
said – and Robert instinctively began to nurse. Marta
sighed with contentment as she allowed her mamaries to
work their age-old magic on the helpless man. "Oh, yes,
Bobby, suck me good. You love to nurse at my breast."
Robert floated for several minutes.
"Oh, look at that!" Marta exclaimed softly, gently
removing her breast from Robert’s hungry mouth. Robert
opened his eyes, hardly knowing where he was, trying to
look where his sexy companion pointed. "Oh, she must
really enjoy that!" Robert was confused. On the screen,
the emperor was on a couch with the pagan queen.
Her breasts were bared as Marta’s were and the man
appeared to have been kissing and sucking them. Now,
however, the queen was guiding his mouth and lips down
her tummy toward her pubic mound. The surprise almost
jarred Robert from his horny trance. The smiling queen
opened her legs and her royal captive dropped to his
knees and buried his face in her bush. Real men didn’t
do that for women, did they? Janet’s attempts came to
mind. It did look sort of sexy.
"She must be really wet. Women juice up when a man
sucks our titties," Marta giggled. "I am. Wanna feel
me?"
Robert let her guide his hand between her legs. It was
warm swamp! He had fumbled around with Janet and his
first wife, but he’d never felt anything like this.
"Uuuu, Bobby. That feels good. You can play with my
pussy if you want." Robert wasn’t sure if he had a
choice. One of Marta’s hands grasped his firmly and was
rubbing herself with it vigorously. Her other hand took
the back of his head and jammed him mouth once more
forcefully onto her bosom. "Oh, yeah! Bobby! Suck me,
uhhhh. Yes! Feel that pussy, Bobby. Oh, God … Suck it!
Oh, fuck it! I’m gonna... gonna... AHiiiiiiiii!?"
Marta shook violently and screamed like a banshee, but
she didn’t release her grip in Robert’s hand or head.
"Suck me…. Feel me…." she moaned as Robert robotically
continued pleasuring the large woman, little orgasmic
aftershocks bringing small soft mews that gradually
died away.
Presently Marta, momentarily satisfied, looked up. With
good reason she was pleased. Robert was progressing
well. He had made her come with his lips on her nipples
and his fingers in her cunt. Taking stock, she decided
he was ready to be taken farther. "Good boy, Bobby. You
made me come real good. You deserve a treat, Bobby." At
some level in his juvenilized mind, that made sense to
Robert; he had been a good boy making the nice woman
happy, so she was going to give him a treat.
"You like to kiss and suck my titties, don’t you?" A
slight squeeze of his prick brought the desired
affirmative sigh. "I’ll bet you will really like to
suck my big titties when they are all full of milk for
our baby won’t you." A pause that might have been a
small protest was cut short by another squeeze and
another sigh. "Yes, Bobby you love to worship my
breasts. And because you are a good boy, I’m going to
show you how to worship me somewhere else, somewhere
warm and wet."
Even as she spoke Marta was gently pushing Robert’s
head down from her breasts to her tummy. "Keep kissing,
sweetie. Show me how much you want your treat." Robert
was on autopilot, what consciousness he had focused on
the exquisite sensations of Marta’s hand on his cock.
He did want the treat. "You’re getting close, Bobby.
Can you smell it? Your treat?"
Robert would have paused if her could, but Marta’s hand
continued guiding his head down, down. He continued to
kiss, as Marta had conditioned him to associate the
constant activity of his tongue and lips to the mind-
banding feeing of her hand on his rock-hard cock. Hair
was in his mouth and an overpowering musk filled his
nostrils. Overpowering! The pheromone laden odors raced
through his bloodstream, burning an association of
pleasure and submission into his brain.
"That’s it Bobby. Put your mouth on my pussy. Eat me.
Eat my juicy pussy, sweetheart. You love to eat a hot …
wet … pussy and you love to please me this way! You
love to make you mistress come with your tongue, don’t
you Bobby. Make me... AGHHHHH!" Marta’s hips were
shaken by a Richter scale 8.0 orgasm and she roared
again in pleasure and victory. Still, years of getting
her pussy eaten allowed Marta to hold Robert’s head in
place. He knew what to do now and kept doing it. As
Robert sucked her juices, Marta was soon off toward
another climax.
Marta let Robert bring her to another glorious orgasm
and them another. God, she could let a man do that all
night. On some other night she just might, but
delicious as it was to have a man eat your pussy, Marta
had bigger fish to fry.
Gently and reluctantly dislodging Robert’s mouth from
her steaming twat, Marta brought Robert’s head back to
between her breasts and reinserted a nipple. She let
him begin to suckle before beginning to speak. "That’s
so nice Robert. So nice to rest your tired head on my
smooth, firm breasts; so nice to suck my tits like my
tired good little boy." She stroked his head as he
suckled. "So tired … so sleepy."
Robert knew something was wrong. Why was this strange
woman talking to him like a child? Why was he so
drowsy? But the thoughts were jumbled and lost in the
wonderful sensation of her breast in his mouth, her
hand on his cock.
"Yes, my breasts makes my little boy sooooo sleepy
don’t they Bobby. Bobby wants to go beddie bye with me
don’t you sweetie? Cuddle up in my arms and sleeeeeeep.
And I’m going to let you, let you go sleepy sleepy with
me, Bobby. But you’re not just a sleepy little boy, are
you? No, sweetheart, you’re a horny little boy too,
right. You need to come before you go to sleep, don’t
you?"
Robert moaned his agreement. Marta moved her hand back
down to Robert’s still throbbing prick.
"Yes, I know you do and I’m going to let you come, come
so good, come in my warm wet pussy. That’s what you
want, isn’t it Bobby, to come in my pussy?"
Another groan and Robert began to move as if to mount
the woman.
"No, no, Bobby. Let me. You are tooo sleepy and tooo
horny; you need me to take care of you." Robert
trembled and fell back. At last she had him! Gently so
as not to break the spell Marta mounted the man. Her
pussy, wet with anticipation, slid easily down over
Robert’s upright cock. Marta sighed with relief before
she began to ride him."
"Do you like this, Bobby? Do you like having your cock
up inside my pussy? Me sliding up and down, up and
down. Letting you relax, letting me give you what you
need? And you want to give me something, too, don’t
you?" Robert began to buck feebly. "Yes, Bobby. You
want to give me your cum. You want to come in my pussy.
Yes, you want to fill my fertile pussy up with your
cum." She felt his movements pause as the implication
of what she had said registered in his sex-saturated
mind. It was a small risk, but it was necessary for him
to "agree" to her plan.
"Don’t you want that, Bobby? Don’t you want to let me
make you cum in my pussy? Don’t you want to see my
tummy to get big with a baby? Don’t you want my boobies
to get bigger and hard and full of milk for the baby
you made in me, bobby? Don’t you want me to wear cute,
little maternity dresses so everybody can see that you
fooled around with me and got me pregnant?"
A low, anguished groan escaped Robert’s throat. At one
level he realized he was being had. What was left of
his rational brain knew Marta had seduced him and
wanted him to knock her up, probably marry her. She
wanted to turn him into her private baby-making, child
support system. It was embarrassing. It was outrageous!
But there was an older reptile brain with other ideas,
a brain and a set of pleasure reflexes that just wanted
to cum, wanted to make babies in this obviously fertile
female.
She felt him tense. "Yes, Bobby. You want it. You want
to make a baby with me. A baby, Bobby. With your cum!"
At the word, she thrust her self down on him hard and
ground her crotch on his.
"Aggggggg!" Robert bucked. A roar of defeat erupted and
the helpless man to began to shoot. Gob after gob of
sperm gushed from his over-stimulated balls. The long-
sought sensation of hot male seed deep in her pussy
triggered Marta’s climax, too.
Her cunt muscles wrapped around and squeezed Robert’s
cock, sucking every possible drop of baby-making jism
into her womb. She collapsed on the spent man as she
recovered from the orgasm, luxuriating in the familiar
feel of a softening male cock in her sperm drenched
pussy.
Robert’s eyes were still closed in near unconscious
bliss when Marta recovered her senses. With a self-
satisfied smile Marta took the sleeping man’s head and
once more drew it to her breast. Reflexively he began
to nurse. He was ready for the finishing touch. "Sleep,
Bobby, sleep. Sleep on Marta’s big … soft … breast.
Suck my titties and sleep, my little sweetie. Sleep and
listen to me, Bobby. Sleep and learn how always to do
what I say and make me happy. Sleep, Bobby. Sleep … and
obey."
*****
Marta looked around the room at other women who were
also starting to look around. The men were all in
trance. The lightly drugged punch, the hypnotic, Fdom
themed film, and plenty of hard, nasty sex had totally
subdued them. She smiled at the two couches beside hers
where her twins lay recovering. She was very proud of
them. Each had bedded a grown man, Chichi’s looked like
a chiseled blond god, probably one of Ken’s friends
from construction.
Tili’s was thin and handsome with dark curly hair,
possibly a computer something or other from David’
company. From the idiot grins on their sleeping faces,
her girls must have screwed them first into the ground
and then several feet below the water table. They must
have enjoyed it, too, for they were resting, snuggled
against their conquests with soft satisfied smiles.
Smart girls that they were, they were letting the men’s
now soft cocks lie in their sperm-soaked pussies to
hold in as much jism as possible.
Tili opened her eyes and grinned mischievously at
Marta. "Wow, Momma, you really fucked yours good. We
heard you. Do you think you’re pregnant?"
"Maybe, sweetheart," Marta replied. "He squirted me
good. But don’t worry’ I’ll keep fucking him till I’m
sure. I promise you’ll have a little hermanito or
hermanita by this time next year."
"I know, Momma. And by May you’ll have a new nietecito
or nietecita, too."
"I’ll have mine by April!" Chichi, now awake, added
competitively.
"Will NOT!" Tili snapped.
"Will, TOO!" Chichi retorted.
"Mijas! Mijas! No se peleen. You’ll disturb them,"
Marta scolded, pointing to the unconscious men. "The
longer you keep them in a sexed out stupor, the easier
they’ll be to manage later."
"Sorry, Momma," the girls replied in unison.
"It’s just I’m so excited, Momma. I just know Bill’s
and my bebe will have his blue eyes," Tili explained.
"Tommy’s and mine will be blond!" gloated Chichi.
"Will, NOT!"
"Will, TOO!"
"Chito, niñas," Marta admonished in a whisper, putting
her finger to her lips.
The girls frowned at each other but nodded obediently
to Marta.
"Instead of arguing about how your bebes will look, why
don’t you do something to make sure you have one."
"What do you mean, Momma?" asked Tili.
"Get your man hard and make him come in you again."
"So soon, Momma?" Chichi asked.
"Of course, mijita. They’re young and healthy. Just
massage their pajaritos with your cunnies the way I
taught you."
"Like with the Coke bottles?" Tili asked.
"Exactly. Start near the outside. Slowly. Like you are
trying to pull it in deeper." Both girls giggled. "Now
again. Slowly," their mother instructed.
"Oh, Momma! Billy’s getting hard," Tili exclaimed
"Tommy’s getting harder."
"Is NOT!"
"Is TOO!"
"Cayense la boca and fuck them, will you?" Marta
ordered, loosing her temper. "If you make Robertito
loose this hard-on, les doy HUETE!"
Turning their full attention to the men, Marta and the
girls were soon lost in their own world. Soft satisfied
moans emerged as the familiar sensations of a hard
masculine cock in their needy cunts started them up the
long wonderful slope toward orgasm.
"Ahhh"
"Ohhh"
"Uhhh"
Marta and the two girls groaned in happy succession as
one big beautiful pussy and two cute little twats were
filled again with their favorite, life-giving liquid.
***
Robert’s friends were shocked at his new girlfriend.
She was nothing like the thin sophisticated young
blondes he had favored, like Janet and before. She was
dark, almost his own age, had barely completed high
school and had – generous proportions. Robert showed no
embarrassment whatever being seen in public with a
woman whose taste in clothes ran to high heels with
fishnet stockings, loud short skirts pulled tight
around her wide hips, and thin, frilly blouses that
barely contained her abundant breasts.
Even odder was Robert’s attitude. Before, he had been
the player. A string of interchangeable women fawned on
him, knowing he was a great "catch." They jumped into
and out of his bed at his whim. This new woman treated
Robert like her favorite pet and he lapped it up.
Even before Robert’s friends learned the woman had
moved in with him, they knew he went nowhere and did
nothing outside of work without checking with her. Some
of them whispered the phrase, "sex slave." What else
but hard, nasty, frequent sex could explain the
successful surgeon’s total, single-minded subservience
to the woman?
But shaking heads turned to clucking tongues at the
next development. The woman was pregnant! At her age!
Why, she had daughters who were expecting! Didn’t
someone say she had her first baby when she was
thirteen? That she had 12 children by, or at least
while married to, two different men? And the grin she
wore and the outrageous maternity clothes she started
sporting almost as soon as the couple made the
announcement indicated that this had not been an
accident, at least on her part. Robert’s dazed look
anytime she was around her left his thoughts, if he had
any, a mystery.
When a wedding announcement arrived not long after the
invitation to the baby shower, no one was surprised at
all.
***
Robert was happier than any man had a right to be.
Marta was going to have a baby! The sexiest woman in
the world was getting sexier by the day as her belly
swelled, her marvelous boobs getting even bigger as the
filled up with milk for HIS baby! He was so proud when
they went out in public the see the stares and gapes of
admiration. He could imagine the blind envy other man
must feel knowing that HE was to one who had put the
waddle in the walk of this gorgeous creature. And the
surprised, sour looks of the women were even better. He
knew how jealous they were of Marta’s luxurious figure.
That the pregnancy sent Marta’s appetite for sex
through the roof did diminish his happiness, either.
Not only did she want him to screw her every time she
could get him hard, Marta was not prudish like other
women he had know. She would let him eat her for hours
when he was not "up" to fucking. (He had always tried
to get women to let him go down on them, hadn’t he?)
Marta, in contrast, loved to open her legs for him lick
and suck her pussy to orgasm after orgasm, letting him
drink her cum until he was lightheaded.
And she took care of everything for him. She ran his
house, bringing in assistance for "the heavier work
until the baby comes." Their social life – mainly
visiting and being visited by scores of her relatives -
- was also her domain. Nor did Marta let her pregnancy
stop them from going out dancing at least once a week,
though Robert had to admit he often fell asleep,
leaving Marta alone to dance with the young Latino
blades who fell over themselves to get their hands on a
woman with Marta’s shape.
Finally, he stopped having to worry about finances.
Marta and he had decided that it was easier on him if
everything was in her name to manage. Robert smiled as
he recalled that originally he had objected – pretty
strenuously -- to the arrangement. Marta had just
smiled and said money wasn’t worth arguing about and
opened her gown. Those man melters made Robert forget
everything and soon he was lying happily in the arms of
his naked pregnant wife nuzzling her magnificent
milkers.
The sex was especially hot that night, he vaguely
recalled. Marta didn’t insist on getting it in the
rear, her favorite position, but laid him back and
mounted him, the position Robert liked best. She know
how her "Bobby" as she called him on special occasions,
loved to feel his gravid wife on top of him, her ample
hips grinding into his crotch, the weight of her
expanding belly pinning him helplessly to the bed.
She teased him for long minutes, her large brown
breasts jiggling delightfully in his face, before
finally letting him release a sperm fountain into her.
Then spent, he gratefully let her gather him to her
breasts and lull him to sleep.
The next morning after he had awakened Marta with her
accustomed orgasm on his tongue and before he went off
to see to her breakfast, he had agreed that indeed,
money wasn’t worth arguing about. And the arrangement
had worked because they trusted each other completely.
For example, Marta never asked questions about how he
spent the money she gave him each day for lunches and
things.
***
"Mi amor, why don’t you just go ahead and resign from
the hospital?" Martha asked, stroking his head.
Robert paused a little reluctantly from nursing. One
big disadvantage of Antonio’s birth was that he had to
wait for the baby to finish and fall asleep before
Marta could give him her breast. Fortunately, there was
plenty of milk left for him when she did.
"You know, take that settlement they offered?" she
insisted.
Generally Robert went along with anything Marta
suggested, but this was a big step. True, Marta had led
him to see that the Board didn’t really respect him.
And once he started, with her encouragement, to stick
up for himself, the rest of the Board had turned
hostile.
The last several months had seen escalating battles to
the point that the Board had offered him several
millions just to leave the hospital. Marta wanted him
to take the money and "spend more time with me and the
baby." He was tempted, but medicine had been his life –
before meeting Marta. Financially, he could do it,
probably even without touching his inheritance.
Still...
"Things are going to be getting busy around here," she
explained.
They were already pretty busy, Robert thought. The
house help – Marta’s nieces and cousins – were
struggling to learn English and two were starting
university. And they deserved time for a little social
life. Robert first thought they had rather too much
social life; he had caught two of Marta’s little
sisters in bed with their algebra teacher, but Marta
said it was OK as long as they let him watch.
Therefore, a lot of the cooking and cleaning and diaper
washing fell on Robert. He could certainly sympathize
with some of his women colleagues who had a hard time
balancing family and professional responsibilities.
"True, Gordita, but soon Antonio will be sleeping
through the night – things should be getting better."
At least Robert hoped they would! Robert was exhausted.
He was the one that had to get up during the night when
Antonio cried – the boy had healthy lungs – and bring
him to Marta’s breast. Marta hardly stirred, letting
the baby gorge as she dozed. When Antonio had drunk
himself into a stupor, Robert burped him, changed him,
and returned him to the crib. Of course by then Marta
needed him to help her get back to sleep, bringing her
to orgasm with his mouth on her pussy.
"Yes, he will, but have you thought about Tita?"
Robert’s heart froze. Did Marta know about Tita and
him? He couldn’t believe he had been so stupid – to
sleep with Marta’s little cousin that week when Marta
was away. Maybe he was imagining things. Surely the
girl wouldn’t have told her aunt that she had had sex
with her uncle. It had been surreal. One minute she was
standing before him, the picture of teen sexiness and
the next she was in his lap with her tongue in his
mouth. And then, somehow, his pants were around his
ankles and her top was off.
She was squirming in his arms and grinding her hot teen
pussy on his cock, coming again and again, as Robert
frantically licked her budding breasts. The rest of the
evening was a blur. In fact he couldn’t remember much
about the next several days except fucking her slim,
agile body. The girl was insatiable!
"Tita? What about her?" He tried sounding innocent.
"Well what do you think happens to horny girls who fuck
without protection?" Marta seemed amused.
Robert’s head was reeling. "Oh, Marta! I’m so sorry. I
can explain. It just … Mgfhgfp…"
"Don’t talk with your mouth full, Bobby," Marta
chuckled, shushing him with a tit in his mouth. "I
understand completely, sweetheart. You hadn’t been
fucked in almost two days. Tita was wearing those cute
little miniskirts around the house with no panties,
letting those perky new bra-less boobies bounce up and
down in her top. You were so horny couldn’t help
yourself, could you, Bobby? Especially when she crawled
up in your lap."
Oh shit! Marta knew everything. He was dead. She was
toying with him. She would throw him out with nothing.
If he didn’t go to prison, he’d have to start all over
in a small town hospital somewhere across the country.
"Bwgmmptg," he tried to explain but the breast in his
mouth prevented him.
"I told her you wouldn’t be able to resist a slick
little pussy like hers."
"Yfrgahhh?"
"Well of course I did, Bobby. She’s a serious girl that
doesn’t have time for going out with high school boys
who nowadays are afraid to fuck a girl without a
condom. And her teachers are even more paranoid. So
when she told me she wanted a baby, I told her to look
no further; just get her uncle "Bobby’s" prick in her
and she’d be knocked up for sure. What I didn’t tell
her was to spend the whole week fucking you, however,"
Marta harrumphed. "Once or twice should have been
enough, but girls will be girls!"
"You mean that she? That I?" Robert finally surfaced
from beneath Marta’s abundant tit flesh.
"That’s right sweetheart. The little minx waited until
she was nice and fertile before coming on to you. Your
naughty old prick squirted her full of jism and put a
little baby in her tummy. So now there are going to be
TWO more babies for you to take care of."
"Two?" Robert’s eyes bulged.
"Of course, Bobby! You didn’t expect me to stop after
just one, did you?" Marta giggled.
The End
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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