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An Author's Fantasy
Homer Vargas (vargas111@hooyahooya.com)
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Homer writes about meeting the kind of reader he's
always hoped to "have." (Fdom, mc, hunor, preg)
***
A pretty and obviously affluent forty-something woman
in a very short maternity dress approaches a short,
dark man 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 daring surmise. Why do you think so?"
"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 pussy
the whole time. I made a real mess of my panties 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 wife 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 man replies a little testily, nodding
at her bulge. "Accidents do happen."
"Accidents?" she snorts. "This," she cradles her belly
proudly, "was no accident, you pervert. I was on the
pill at the time and had no more interest in having
babies, BEFORE I started reading your stories, than my
stud 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 men 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 men
could with a good half-hour doggy fuck. He was one of
the best of the eighteen to twenty-five year old 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 AM a hell of a good lay."
The brown man appraises her curly red hair and green
eyes and nods. "So?"
"That's where your other stories came in handy."
"You mean the (MC, Fdom, preg) ones?"
"Exactly. I read them all for tips on how sexy older
women get handsome young hunks to knock them up. I
considered trickery, like the woman in "Principles,"
sabotaging the condoms or just going off the pill aand
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 stud toy. Or he couldn't be
transformed into a horny, docile plaything like the men
in "A New Infection." The chair in my computer room was
caked with girl 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 stories 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 knew how much he liked kissing and licking
my pussy. He seemed to resist a little, so I told him
how good my pussy 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 panties -- and let the sight
and smell of my steamy cunt 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 pussy 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,
I know why you want me without protection, 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 pussy and to lie in bed with me in your arms
sucking 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 young stud 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 pussy 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
jizz to impregnate every forty-year old woman in the
state and it was all for ME. The thought of my eggs
drowning in that rich goo 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 sucking 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, sucking 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 recited back with perfect
sincerity. Yes!!"
"So that's the way you came to this?" The brown man
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 men
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 older than
the others leading twin toddlers with curly red 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 tits and my
pussy 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 story about how we met?"
The End
Comments please to:
Homer Vargas
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
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