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An Author's Fantasy (MC, Fdom, preg)
How does the epilogue/sequel fit the original? Is the reference to "Homer Vargas" stories off-putting? How easy is it to accept the fantasy premises of the stories?
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 temerarious 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 as usual. 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 nightgown, 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. 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 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 any way 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'm 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 getting him to do me bareback at the 'wrong' time after going off the pill without telling him. 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 stories 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, up to that point 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 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 on his back.
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 alarm 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 pussy and to lie in bed with me in your arms sucking my milky breasts."
He moaned, but I felt his prick grow, ready to shoot. "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 another 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.
"I see you had been reading Homer Vargas stories"
"Yep. The next morning he didn't seem to remember anything about the night. I teased him a little about my titties getting him 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, Sweetheart. 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 said with perfect sincerity. Yes!!"
"So that's the way you got 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
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Point of View: Third Person
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Summary: A news report growing out of the meting of Homer Vargas and a reader of his stories told in "An Author's Fantasy."
First Posted ASSM 8/25/02
Last Edited 8/25/02
BABY BOOM BLAMED ON BOOKSTORE IMBROGLIO Dateline: June 17, 2003, Upper Knocksville, WV Innocence Fecunda
In a startling development straight out of the fertile imagination of noted author Homer Vargas himself, a recent wave of pregnancies - overwhelming local hospitals - has been traced to a personal appearance by the same Homer Vargas at an Upper Knocksville erotic bookstore approximately nine months ago.
"I had no idea this was going to happen," said the beaming author; "One minute I was having a pleasant conversation with a very sexy pregnant lady, if that is not otiose to say, in the 'Homer Vargas' section of the emporium and the next minute I'm coping with a confabulation of concentrated copulation," the author announced in his annoyingly alliterative affectation.
"Apparently, several young - well at least they were pre-menopausal - women overhearing our conversation about seducing young studs and making them into fucktoys, got so lathered-up they were compelled to hike their skirts and start pleasuring themselves on the spot," the author explained. "It might have ended with a few temporarily satisfied women with soaked panties, but when my interlocutor began to describe how she arranged to get fucked silly and filled with boiling hot jizz just when she was at her most fertile time, the listeners totally lost control. The women started grabbing their husbands, boyfriends - pretty much any man they could lay hands on - and started coupling like a hutch of over-heated hamsters."
Curiously, even Dr. Vargas was not aware of the scale of the orgy he had inadvertently incited. Dr. Vargas, having contributed as much semen to the purpose of profligate procreation as prudently possible, attempted to extricate himself from the bookstore with his clothes on - fighting off a gaggle of suburban matrons caught up in the frenzy. At that moment, however, the manager of the bookstore was moved to begin reading from her favorite passages of "Judith and Me" on the bookstore's public address system, arousing the astonished onlookers even more.
By coincidence, word spread to a gathering of feminist scholars meeting at the nearby Upper Knocksville Convention Center who called the police. This failed to redress the situation, however, since by the time two impressionable young policewomen arrived, scores of women had joined the orgy and were braying to be impregnated. The policewomen themselves were soon bent over the bookstore sales counter, eagerly taking rapid-fire cumloads and pleading to be made mommies by a line of men now flocking to the bookstore from every corner of the city.
Accounts of events after this point are unclear, but one eyewitness (a former professor of Militant Feminist Literature and a new mother of triplets, speaking on condition of anonymity) recalls the outrage of the 250-odd middle-aged grrrls at the Convention Center when they heard of an orgy in progress. When someone else informed them that their nemesis, the notorious Homer Vargas himself was involved, anger in the auditorium boiled over in a spontaneous decision to rush the adjacent bookstore. The orgasmic melee in front of the bookstore had by them spread across several blocks and the feminist scholars were instantly immersed in a frenzy of formidable fornication. Soon the sexed-up scholars were shucking their dowdy clothes and grabbing any man they could find (including a pleased group of troglodyte males who had come to protest the feminist conclave), humping them urgently and begging to be made pregnant.
As the eyewitness was being interviewed in the back of a bus transporting the wrestling team of Upper Knocksville University, her frumpy skirt hiked up around her waist, her clunky clogs in the air, and a line of well-hung studs with 'cocks like truncheons' queuing to fill her cunt, she was unable to shed further light on the situation (beyond bewilderment at her current status as a forty-two-year old single mother of triplets - one white, one black, and one Hispanic).
Your reporter can herself testify to the power of the strange ambiance, as she had no sooner arrived at the bookstore, pencil and note pad in hand, than she found herself on her back (the first time, anyway), panties around her ankles and her pussy being pounded by a burly maintenance worker. To her best recollection, the baby looks a lot like his father, although not so black.
Medical investigators, piecing together the accounts afterward, have explained the incident as a kind of endocrinal chain reaction, as the high levels of pheromones from the steamy cunts of the first group of listeners was communicated to other women, now hearing the Vargas narration on the loudspeakers. Experts speculate their quims reacted sympathetically to the twin stimuli, producing an extraordinary high concentration of the lust inducing hormones in the air. As frantic copulation began, a perverse feedback loop was established, whereby more and more women went into heat and opportunistic men appeared to breed them.
The exceptionally high pregnancy rate among the feminist scholars was explained by the fact that none were using any form of birth control, considering oral contraceptives to be a "masculine assertion of hormonal dominance over the female body." For most, contraception was a non issue, few having husbands or boyfriends, as they were accustomed to getting the sex they needed from pussy-licking coeds eager to raise their GPAs. Thus, 157 of those women found themselves carrying babies in the following weeks, adding their 359 children to half-again that number conceived by various other women, who couldn't put in their diaphragms quickly enough or were too happily distracted to insist their partners use condoms.
Researchers believe the pheromone concentration had the additional effect of immediately kicking every woman's monthly cycle into instant fertility and probably explains the disproportionate number of multiple births as well. Apparently exposure to such high levels of sex hormones leaves the victim permanently horny and craving pregnancy and disposed to fuck man or woman at the drop of a panty. Your reporter, who is expecting again, has found that to be the case and has had to engage a black boyfriend and two girlfriends to assist her exhausted but happy husband with his duties.
That these events were was not more widely reported is largely thought to be the work of Lovey Lilywhite, our state's Lieutenant Governor, in Upper Knocksville that fateful day for a meeting of State Committeewomen. Her epic efforts of spin control were compromised only when the tummies of several of the Committeewomen and that of the forty-five year old Lieutenant Governor herself began to swell. Awkwardly, her twins were conceived when Ms. Lilywhite rushed to visit the scene of the crisis first hand. Suspicions that Governor Connor Puissy was responsible were allayed when both Lilywhite twins turned out with strong Asian features. This was hardly the governor's largest concern as hundreds of women started turning up plump with babies simultaneously, overwhelming the medical resources not only of Upper Knocksville, but also of the entire state. As of this writing, the governor is considering a request for aid from Federal Emergency Management Administration, since the surge in popularity of Vargas's pro-pregnancy porn (directly linked to this incident) is threatening to create an even larger population explosion across the entire state in the coming months.
For his part, Dr. Vargas stated that he was gratified his works had reached such a wide and enthusiastic audience and that he was pleased that most of the new mothers had been inspired by his stories to embrace their maternity - and indeed, would be having more, as soon as possible. "You just never know what's going to happen when you write these stories," Mr. Vargas mused, his arm around a slightly pregnant woman with curly red hair, nursing a light brown infant.
The End