0 comments/ 17587 views/ 0 favorites Author's Fantasy By: vargas111 This is the kind of reader Homer would like to "know." ***** A pretty and obviously affluent forty-something woman in a spankingly short maternity dress approached a short dark man in the Homer Vargas wing of an erotica bookstore. "My God! I can't believe it," she exclaimed. "You are ...you must be ... Homer Vargas!" "Now why would you say that?" the man replied. "You look just like him." "Hmm, I suppose I do." "I've wanted to meet you for a long time. You see THIS?" she asked, pointing to her large belly. "Is my name Homer Vargas?" "YOU are responsible for it!" "Madam, I do not even know you, never mind never having know you." "No, I mean it was your stories! One night, having just fucked my boyfriend into a coma, I was surfing the net and came across your site and started reading 'A Cop Too Far.' Holy shit! The way they used hormones, 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 pregnant. 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 to an author of erotic literature to find that his efforts are appreciated," the dark man replied. "Appreciated? Hell, when I finished "Bred," where that frustrated husband, and his brother, and the brother's ever-pregnant wife turn the snooty career woman into a stay-at-home baby maker, I was so horny I raced to the bedroom, rousted my boyfriend and fucked him three more times." "I see. Well, I guess that's what you can happen when you read pornography," he replied a little testily. "Accidents do happen," he nodded at her bulge. "Accidents?" she snorted. "You meant this?," she cradled her belly proudly, "This was no accident. I was on the pill at the time I first read your stories and had no more interest in making babies than my boyfriend did. Maybe he didn't know how horny pregnant women get, or how much we like to fuck the guy who put his baby in us, or how much he'd enjoy eating knocked up pussy." "I can 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 anything but 'lights-out missionary.' I only put up with him because he was intelligent, handsome as sin, and he made me come more times flat of my back with his monster cock during a quick slam-bam than most men could during a good half-hour doggy fuck." I had been happy bedding and dumping eighteen to twenty-five year old studs 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 my boyfriend's babies." "He must have been flattered." "It scared the shit out of him. He might have dumped ME, except, well," she grinned, "I'm not bad looking and I'm a hell of a good lay. It's not easy for a guy to pass up a fuck with ME." The man appraised her curly red hair and green eyes and nodded. "So?" "That's where your other stories came in handy." "You mean the (Mf, MC, Fdom, preg) ones?" "Exactly. I read them all for tips on how a sexy older women gets a handsome young stud to knock her 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 it. That 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 abilities, IF I had them. Nor did I have an organization like that of "The WOPI Chronicles" to kidnap him and hold him prisoner while I slowly conditioned him to be my fuck toy. Nor could I infect him with a virus to transform him into a horny, docile plaything like the men in "A New Infection." The chair in my computer room is caked with girl juice from all the times I got off searching through those stories." "You looked to Homer Vargas stories for practical advice on how to get pregnant? Surely, madam, you must realize..." "Yeah those were all just hokey. Hot as shit, but hokey. So I decided to use hypnosis." "Hypnosis? But Homer 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 with sex for each new thought I put in his head, it was more likely to stick." "So there was a little something extra in his wine the time 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 on the couch. That was OK with him, but I had more than a cuddle in mind. Soon I had him working on my tits 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." "Me? You mean that stuff really works?" "Like a charm. Notwithstanding several strong hints, I'd never been able to get him to go down on me, so I thought this would be the test. 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 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...?" "He dived in like he'd been muff munching since his horny sixth grade teacher taught him how. Of course 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 girl juice, but he just lapped it up and kept going." "A quick study," the man observed. "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 I ordered him into bed." "He looked puzzled, but I explained how much he loved to lie back helplessly as a big sexy woman fucked him from on top. Overpowered by lust and the drug, he obeyed. As I crawled from the foot of the bed toward that magnificent, up-thrust 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 than painting my tonsils. 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 my pussy with his hot, thick 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 felt his prick slide smoothly into my lust-lubricated depths. I savored the fullness, the feeling of control to be aboard this magnificent cock 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. He loved surrendering to me, I whispered, loved falling totally into my power. When I felt his orgasm start to build, I slowed down to keep him on the edge for several minutes, 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, how glad he was that I'd stopped taking the pill so we could make a baby tonight. 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 knock me up for a long time. You knew I'd be sooo sexy with a big belly full of the bun you put in my oven. And you know how horny I'll be. All you'll want is to fuck my pregnant dripping pussy, or eat me to long soft orgasms, or to lie in bed with me in my arms, nursing my big milky breasts. 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, so ripe tonight, 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 Hover 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 triggered my own orgasm, which I knew was good for conception. As we drifted off to sleep together, his now soft cock still in me holding in his baby-juice, I didn't doubt that in a few months, I'd have another pair of lips sucking on 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 make me late for work." "He seemed to remember everything I told him during his post orgasmic daze. He stopped objecting to me wearing short tight miniskirts when we went out dancing. (We didn't fuck ALL the time. ) And now he loved to see me in four-inch heels even if it did exaggerate the difference in our heights. Everything was different now. We began every session and ended many of them with his increasingly expert tongue work in my pussy. He still loved for me to ride him, but he was willing to give me heels-to-the-ceiling drillings and the hard-pounding doggy fucks I love." "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 in your arms, nursing your big 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.'" "'Yes!!' I thought." "So that's the way you go this?" the dark man smiled admiring the way the short dress was stretched tight over the woman's tummy. "This one? Oh no, that was several years ago. Boys, come here there's someone I want you to meet." From around the corner of the aisle, three smiling men appeared, one large black man holding a café au lait-colored infant, an Oriental guy, maybe a grad student, pushing a pink stroller, and a white man, maybe thirty, leading twin boys 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 want to have a dozen babies. And you know," she paused with a thoughtful gleam in her eye, "I haven't had a Latino baby yet. Would YOU do me next time?" "Can I write a story about how we met?" Comments please to the address in my profile. Author's Fantasy Aftermath 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 porn 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 concatenated 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 baby-making fucktoys, got so lathered-up they were impelled 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 male 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 reproductive 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 formidable frenzy of frenetic 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, her 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 being pretty enough to snag a husband or boyfriend, and 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 women had been inspired by his stories to embrace their maternity -- and indeed, would be having more babies, 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 Comments, please to the address in my profile.