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 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.
"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?"
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