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Amenity Project Epilogue
by Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com
In her story "The Amenity Project," Softly told a
sweet, sexy, funny story of four women who design to
"protect" their sons -- who are just starting college -
- from a group of predaceous local girls intending to
get the boys make them pregnant in order to entrap them
into marriage. Knowing that "boys will be boys," the
women (naturally
the boys was to keep them so well fucked they wouldn't
have time or libido left for their “rivals.”
The plan was that each woman would seduce her son's
three friends but one boy had three roommates, so each
woman ended up helping keep six boys out of "harm's
way!"
In this “Epilogue” it's four years later and we catch
up with the women of the Amenity Project on what may be
their final meeting.
Charlie, the afternoon waiter at Friday’s smiled as the
saw the group enter. Yep, it was Monday, the day these
women always came in to spend a few hours. It was some
kind of club he supposed, although no business ever
seemed to be transacted. Instead the women ordered
Margaritas and told each other hilarious stories.
Charlie could never really hear what was said, but from
snippets and body language, it was clear they all had
tales of sexual adventures, clearly not with their
husbands, maybe with younger men.
Charlie could understand how they managed it; they were
very attractive women. He actually thought they looked
better now than four years ago when they first started
coming here. Although he guessed they were all in their
early forties, they could pass for ten years younger,
mainly from the way they dressed. Now they all wore at
least 3 inch heels and few failed to have on cute,
short skirts, frilly and flounced or tight across the
ass. He was pleased that most had given up pantyhose
for proper stockings. He suspected some occasionally
omitted the panties. Several had shrunk their waists,
giving even the lithe blonde with slightly inadequate
superstructure quite a figure. Slinky blouses made the
most of their upper-story assets.
By the time several pitchers of Margaritas were history
and the after-work customers started to arrive, there
were four slightly soused sexy housewives still at
their usual table. Charlie didn't doubt there were
always going to be an equal number of very happy
husbands that night. He was sometimes tempted to "get
to know" one of these women better. Seeing them always
made him hard. If he could have overheard their
conversation this day, he would have exploded.
A closer observer than Charlie, perhaps a Charlene,
might have noticed something different about today's
meting. For one thing, no one ordered a Margarita but
rather an espresso, latte, tisane, and lemonade. For
another, the group was strangely subdued.
"Well, we did it," Karen Jurasec said with a somewhat
forced smile.
"Yes," Sara Huberman nodded. "All four of our sons
graduated, all with 4.0 GPA's, and no shotgun
weddings."
"I should think not, each one had three women to
‘encourage’ him with his studies..." added Vicki
Vanclette
"When we weren't screwing them silly." Hanna
interrupted. The women laughed.
"Now our grown up little boys are all leaving for jobs
at corporate plants and offices all over the country,
Karen said, sadly.
"Amazing!” Vicki chuckled. We've been fucking six
college boys for four years and our husbands never
suspected a thing."
"Why should they?" Sara asked. "I found having affairs
with your sons plus Walter Vanclette's three roommates
made me feel so good about my self, I was coming on to
my husband all the time. Ralph's been getting more sex
than since we were newlyweds. He can't stop grinning
long enough to be suspicious.
"If they weren't men, the extra sex itself would have
made them suspicious," Vicki snorted.
There was a lull in the conversation as if everyone had
something else to say but was reluctant to say it.
Finally Karen took a deep breath and launched out.
"Donald didn't suspect either, and yes probably because
I was making love to him like crazy, but I still felt
bad. I was cheating."
Several women tried to break in to object, but Karen
continued. "Maybe you didn't feel that way, but I did.
When I came in all those nights full of boy cum, tired
but still horny, Donald always made love to me so
trustingly, even eating me afterward the way I like it,
never dreaming he was cleaning up after a randy twenty
year old. The guilt explains part of it. Then, too, I
guess I was already feeling lonely, knowing that my
Jimmy would soon be gone and Donald and I would have a
big empty house to ourselves."
Several lascivious grins indicated that the other women
had thought the same thing and had ideas about how to
take advantage of the time alone with their husbands.
Karen started to smile herself.
"So I got to thinking how I could make it up to Donald
for letting me have fun with six young studs for four
years, even if he didn't know it. When I thought about
it, there wasn't any doubt what I should do. At the
next right time when we were about to start making love
I stopped him before he put on the condom and asked him
if he still wanted us to start a second family he'd
been pestering me about. He snorted like a horny
buffalo, went wild with enthusiasm, and said yes, yes,
he had been dreaming for years about getting me
pregnant again, about seeing my pretty tummy bulging
with his baby. He even said why didn't I start on those
fertility drugs that can promote multiple births. I
just laughed and said, yes, we COULD wait several weeks
if he wasn't in a hurry, but I had a very sticky flow
this morning and was probably fertile all that weekend.
I thought he might want to 'get started right away.'"
"Did he ever! He hardly let me out of bed until Monday.
When we weren't fucking, he had my ass propped up with
pillows to keep the semen in and spent hours eating me
to climax after climax. He did it partly because he was
so happy I'd relented about not having more babies
after so many years but more because he'd heard orgasms
promote conception."
"Since then, it's all Donald can talk about. He wants
to go shopping for maternity dresses with me. He's
established TWO 529 college tuition accounts and is
talking about adding a nursery to the house if we don't
sell and "move into something bigger." Apparently he
has gotten the idea that we'll be having at least three
more. Anyway, yesterday I went to my OBGYN and after a
severe look for getting pregnant "at my age" she told
me everything looked fine for a delivery next spring."
Karen stopped as if she had run out of gas. Looking
around, she was surprised not to be greeted by
congratulation or scorn or mockery. Instead, Sara spoke
up. "I hadn't thought about it that way. Maybe it was
the "empty next" feeling, as you said. That and regret
that soon I'll have only one loving husband rather than
one loving husband AND six horny college boys to fuck."
There were sympathetic nods around the table.
"Especially Josh." Josh's mother, Vicki, blushed.
"All the boys are nice and great lovers, but Josh is so
gentle with me, so considerate; I knew I was going to
miss him terribly. In some crazy way I wanted to hold
on to him, not let him leave me." Vicki frowned. "Oh I
know, he has a brilliant career ahead of him at
corporate headquarters; I'd never do anything to hold
him back, but I did want to keep a part of Josh with
me." A slight worried frown crossed Vicky’s face.
"I thought about not telling him, but I couldn't be
dishonest, so one night last month when he was already
in me, bringing me to one wonderful orgasm after
another, I asked him if he would like me to have his
baby. It was hardly fair; he was pretty far gone when I
told him I had removed my cervical cap and that I was
probably fertile that night. If he didn't want to put a
baby in me, he'd better pull out."
The other women gasped.
"I needn't have worried. Josh almost sobbed with joy.
He said he'd been dreaming of being able to knock me up
since the first night I took him to our lake cottage.
He said I'd be the most beautiful, the sexiest new
mother in the world and he would be very proud for me
to have his baby. Even as he was moaning his agreement,
he was fucking me faster and faster. Instinctively I
locked my legs behind his back and pulled him into me.
He couldn't have pulled out if he'd wanted to. Josh
roared when his orgasm overtook him and I came too,
feeling his hot young sperm spew into my fertile womb."
"We lay locked together like rutting dogs for several
minutes when, wonder of wonders, I felt him getting
hard again. I teased him about being a bad boy for
wanting to fuck a pregnant woman. That set him off. He
fucked me twice more without removing his cock from me
for an instant. We have continued to have unprotected
sex but I'm sure that first flood of potent young semen
did it for me. An EPT this morning showed I'm pregnant.
Ralph was rather surprised that we'd had a 'little
accident, ' but he's so proud to have me pregnant
again, he'll never suspect a thing."
Now it was Sara's turn to be surprised at the lack of
surprise, even from Vicki. Only Hanna seemed aghast at
Sara's deliberate cuckolding of her husband. "I swore
him to secrecy, of course, and you mustn't tell either.
It has to remain just between us."
"Well, that explains what happened to me, Vicky said.
“Josh must have told Walter you’d let him knock you
up."
"Oh no! He promised," Sara sighed.
"Oh, come on Sara. He is only human," Vicki sighed.
"You can't expect a college boy who has just
impregnated a woman twenty years older than he,
especially one a sexy as you, not to brag, can you?"
"Walter told you that?" Sara asked, distraught.
"No, but he just must have gotten the idea from Josh. I
was with Walter what must have been only a few days
after you let Josh make you pregnant. Walter was
fucking me good -- he always fucks me good." She looked
at Vicki gratefully. "Suddenly he slowed down and asked
if I would remember him when he was gone. Between gasps
I said of course I would -- who can forget a cock like
his? I was close to another orgasm and in no mood for
conversation. He looked down at me grinning and asked
if I was sure I didn't want a little souvenir of our
time together."
"I wasn't too far gone for a little red alarm light to
go on in my almost fucked-out brain. What did he mean,
I asked. He said he wanted to give me a baby to
remember him by before he went away. I started crying
and telling him I couldn't do that to Anthony, but he
paid no attention, continuing to fuck me into semi
coherence. Then he stopped completely and pulled out. I
thought I'd changed his mind, but an evil smile told me
I was wrong. He said I WOULD have something to remember
him by, but I could choose what. Then he pulled out
photos of us fucking. These were no romantic couplings
and they sure didn't look like rape. Somehow Walter had
pictures of me on my stomach, ass in air as he pounded
me from behind. Another showed him, or someone, giving
it to me on my back with my heels in the air. There
were several of me in the middle of an orgasm, my mouth
open and eyes closed us and Walter's schlong buried
balls deep in my married pussy. There were shots of me
naked except for my heels, playing with my pussy,
obviously posing for him. Walter said these and many
more like it were all on a file that he would e-mail to
my husband so we 'both could remember him.'"
I was lost and asked him what I had to do. He said he
knew I'd had my period about 10 days ago, so he wanted
me to go to a hotel with him the coming weekend. He
would to check to make sure I did not have my diaphragm
in. I knew it was too late to start on the pill and
besides, he pointed out, if I didn't get pregnant, he
could still send the pictures. As luck would have it
his calculations were right on; the morning of my
blackmailed breeding I was as wet and slick (and as
horny) as ever in my life. Walter was in the room he
had reserved and he didn't waste time stripping me and
warming me up. I hated what he was forcing me to do,
but I responded to his kisses as I always do, like a
bitch in heat. I was gushing after only minutes of him
playing with my tits. I felt his fingers in my pussy.
He was arousing me, but I knew he was also making sure
I had no birth control in me."
"When he was sure I was unprotected he shoved me on the
bed and pulled out his cock. Brandishing it at me he
asked if I was ready to have him give me his baby. I
shook my head no, but he just laughed and said I would
be once he started fucking me. I closed my eyes, trying
not to think, trying not to show any emotion when he
slid his giant cock into me. I failed. The first gasp
rapidly became heavy rapid breathing as my body
responded to his incessant pounding."
"As my first orgasm approached he asked me again if I
wanted him to keep fucking me, giving me his baby. I
tried to protest, tried to say no but at that moment it
hit me, a wave of ecstasy that turned my resisted to
complicity. He asked again and I said yes, yes, yes I
wanted a baby. To my shame, I begged him, begged him to
fuck me, begged him to knock me up with his bastard
child. Satisfied he bellowed, stiffened and I felt jets
of liquid fire shoot into me. I orgasmed again as well
as he collapsed on top of me."
"Before I could recover Walter's roommates had entered
and were pushing Walter aside, calling for their turn.
Again I tried to protest but it was useless. Almost as
soon as Walter pulled out, one of the other boys was in
me. The were all so excited at knocking up a married
woman each lasted only minutes before adding their seed
to Walter's. Only minutes, but enough to make me come
like a runaway freight train. They continued for hours,
each fucking me three or four times, climaxing me again
and again. There was no way I could not be pregnant
from that cumload. When I made love to Anthony that
night he thought I was crying for happiness at "our"
sudden decision to have another baby."
Vicki surveyed her sympathetic friends. "You won't even
know who the farther is, will you?" Karen asked. Sadly
Vicki shook her head. The women noticed that Hanna was
not looking very sympathetic.
"My, my, my! Haven't we all been naughty?" Hanna
smirked. "Poor Karen was so guilty about letting six
college boys fuck her silly, she let her longsuffering
husband put a baby in her middle aged tummy! Sara was
so infatuated with her twenty-year old lover, she just
"had" to let him give her his baby. Vicky, who started
her career with the Amenity Project pulling a train,
gets pregnant at a free-fuck-for-all gang bang and may
the best sperm win! By the way, as my Billy tells it,
Vicki was not so reluctant s she says. She went wild,
demanding that they knock her up, taunting them to pump
more baby-making semen into her fertile pussy. If she
hadn't kept drinking until she passed out, she' still
be there."
Vicki blushed.
"Well, girls, I've been naughty, too, but I'm sure as
hell not sorry about it. Billy told me about Sara and
Vicki getting pregnant a month or so ago one night
while we were making love,"
Three jaws dropped open but no sounds came out of the
mouths of the astounded women.
"Oh, yes, I've been fucking my son since, well, lets
just say he never experienced the traumas of other
junior high boys, wanting to fuck his teachers, his
friends' mothers, sexy high school girls, supermarket
checkers, women in the church choir, and every other
woman from 18-65 in eyesight. I was keeping Billy's
prick too limp all by myself for him to fall for one of
those local sluts you were so worried about, but I
played along to avoid suspicion."
"But hearing that Sara and Vicki were going to be
having little bastards gave me a wonderfully nasty
idea."
Three pairs of wide eyes grew even wider.
"I must say, 4.0 or no, Billy may not have the
initiative to claw his way up the corporate hierarchy.
Even after helping Vicki get a baby in her belly, it
didn't occur to the big ungrateful sap that his horny
Mommy might want to get pregnant, too."
"Of course I didn't let that stand in my way. A night
or so later when he had fucked me to a few nice orgasms
and was getting ready to fill a condom with his baby
juice, I told him I had made a little pin hole in it
and that if he didn't stop, he might knock me up. He
actually slowed down! I was disappointed, of course,
that he had not been fantasizing about making a baby
with his sexy mother like most healthy adolescent boys,
but I wasn't concerned. I just 'warned' him that he
weren't careful, he was going to pump his baby-making
sperm in my fertile pussy, He could make me pregnant,
blow up my belly with his baby, make my tits get big
with milk for a little brother or sister."
"I could feel his cock in me grow harder and I
continued to taunt him, telling him what a bad boy he
was for wanting to cuckold his Daddy, wanting to put a
baby in his Mommy's married pussy, probably wishing he
could nurse from my milk-swollen breasts! That did it!
He trumpeted like a rogue bull elephant and slammed his
delicious prick in me and erupted. I felt the rush of
scalding jizz, the sabotaged condom failing perfectly.
It was like a geyser spewing his baby making sperm into
my pussy. I already had visions of Fred and me seeing
him off at the airport, me in sexy mini-maternity dress
already starting to show."
For a few seconds there was a stunned silence, then
Sara started t laugh. "My god! Four pregnant, middle
aged housewives, soon to be without our young lovers!
What are we going to do? I remember when I was pregnant
with Walter how horny I was. Ralph could hardly keep up
with me then; now he's barely good for once a night!
I'll be climbing the walls!"
Karen scooted closer and ran her hand under Sara's
skirt. "Well," she grinned, we have each other."
Vicki grinned. "Yes, having a woman's tongue in my
puss, and vice versa, will be a pleasant diversion, but
I for one knew I'd need hard male cock to keep me sane.
I was already beginning to cast lustful glances at any
man who walked near me."
Vicki looked down, She squirmed in her seat. She went
to say something, then stopped. She looked up.
Sara observed the movements and said, "You have
something to tell us?"
Her eyes went from woman to woman. "So I did something
about it. Last Saturday night, I just had to go out --
to the "Red Rooster" lounge. I danced with several the
Kappa Sigma guys from State. I came on to them and
suggested I would like to spend some time with them.
They took me to their frat house and then they took me
-- all of them. They were pretty tired when we
finished, but told me to come back anytime. Care to
join me?"
Sara, Karen, and Hanna exchanged glances.
Karen smiled at Vicki. "Charlie, check please."
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An Author's Fantasy
Homer Vargas
Vargas111@hooyahooya.com
Key words: MC, Fdome, preg, humor
Summary: Homer writes about meeting the kind of reader
he's always hoped to "have."
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
*******************************************************
The Examination
by Homer Vargas
Kathy Black was mad as hell. She had been sitting in
her gynecologist's office for FORTY FIVE minutes
waiting for her 4:30 appointment. With this delay she
wouldn't be able to get back to the office this evening
to polish the brief she was preparing for next Monday's
hearing of the Ferguson case. She couldn't understand
how Janet could let her office could do this to her.
Especially now that she was a Junior Partner, her time
was valuable. This delay was costing her close to
$1,500.
Kathy had been in a foul mood today, anyway. That
asshole, Paul Graves, had been skulking around her
office trying to get her to go out with him again. What
a skumbag! He knew that she knew he was married and he
didn't make any secret about his lewd intentions. Did
he think that just because he was a Senior Partner, the
newest Junior Partner would sleep with him in
gratitude?
She certainly didn't need a pushy bastard like Paul
Graves in her life. Kathy already had a perfectly
satisfactory boyfriend who was properly infatuated with
the sexy young lawyer. She had only to wait another six
months until his inheritance vested fully to let him
make her Mrs. Trent Atturbury. She would take his name,
and take his money, and in return he would get... to be
seen in public with her.
Trent's family didn't like Kathy. Daddy thought she was
a high-class bitch and a golddigger. That was because
Bob Atturbury knew a lot more about women and about
life than the somewhat effete Trent ever would. One of
the few mistakes Kathy had ever made with a man was to
think she could sweeten up old Bob by seducing him. Oh,
getting him into her bed was no trouble; he was a horny
old goat. Fucked damned good, too. Better than Trent,
but then, who didn't? The next morning, however, Bob
just laughed at her and said he had only wanted to see
just how big a slut she was. Fortunately, although
Trent didn't have half his Daddy's brains, he would
soon have more than half of Daddy's money.
***
The receptionist behind the counter wasn't helping
Kathy's mood, either. "Suzie" was yacking away on her
cell phone. Kathy cringed at her own politically
incorrect characterization of the young woman who was,
no doubt, a victim of an oppressive patriarchal
society, but dammit, she was an obvious bimbo. To make
matters worse she was painting her nails a garish red
while she talked to a girlfriend about the way some
`total hunk' could “like, turn me inside out.” Where
was Ruth, Janet's regular receptionist, Kathy wondered?
Truth be told, the premises also had Kathy's nose out
of joint. Dr. Janet McGuire's former office had been a
suite in a downtown office block near Kathy's own. When
Kathy had made this appointment for her annual check-
up, she had been surprised to learn that Janet's office
had moved. Whatever possessed Janet to bring her
downtown obstetrics and gynecology practice -- so
convenient for career women like herself -- to this
large old house on the outskirts of town? The grounds
were indeed spacious and the setting was beautiful in a
bucolic sort of way, but so out of character for Janet.
Kathy had chosen Janet as her OBGYN in part because
they were similar types: ambitious, single, hard-
working, hard-playing, city girls.
If the house and grounds were puzzling, the new decor
was ghastly. Kathy had appreciated the understated
former waiting room, done in dark woods and green
leather. It had looked like the public area of any
other professional firm. The present surroundings
screamed out a change. The room was furnished with low
couches in the most cloying `feminine' pastel
upholstery. The pattern of the wall covering looked
like a cheep valentine. Flowers, voluptuous nymphs,
cupids shooting arrows! Gad! The classical music Janet
had previously favored had been replaced by `romantic'
soft rock. Kathy had made the receptionist turn off the
TV tuned to Oprah re-runs.
The reading material only rubbed in the office's
disconcerting transformation. Gone were the almost up-
to-date issues of "The New Yorker," "New Republic,"
"Progressive," and "New York Review of Books." In their
place were copies of magazines Kathy had never seen
before with names like "Maternity Today," "Babies!,"
"Body and Child." The worst was one was "Total Woman."
Kathy leafed through it in disgusted fascination. She
couldn't believe Janet knew what was out here in her
waiting room. This publication was an insult to any
modern woman. It was filled with "advice" on how to
look, dress, talk, and act to please men. "Men Like
Minis," "The Lost Art of Seduction," "Let Him Give You
Super Orgasms," "Is Breast Enlargement for You?" (If
you were less than a 40DD, the unsurprising answer was
"yes.") Revolting!
The articles that didn't deal with having sex were
about having babies. "Convince Him to Give You Another
Baby," "Twins are Twice the Fun," "Herbs To Increase
Your Fertility." "The Talk" advised explaining your
surprise pregnancy to your teenage daughter by telling
her that, "Daddy decided he wanted Mommy to have more
babies and Mommy loves Daddy so much she let him give
him a new little sister for you." And not to worry
because "Daddy makes enough money so Mommy doesn't have
to work anymore and can stay home to take care of you
and the new babies." Outrageous! Judging by the reading
material, the OB part of the practice seemed to have
swallowed up the GYN.
"The doctor is almost ready to see you," Suzie
announced. "Let me just take some information. Give me
a second to get over there; I'm not moving too fast
these days," she grinned.
When the receptionist stood up, Kathy gasped and saw
what she meant. Suzie wasn't just pregnant, she was
huge.
Suzie smiled again when she noticed Kathy was staring
as the receptionist waddled up to her with the
clipboard. "Twins this time," she said pointing with
pride to her bloated abdomen.
Suzie asked a lot of the usual questions. She seemed
really to perk up when she heard that Kathy was in the
middle of her menstrual cycle and not on the pill (it
made her ill). Some of the questions on the other hand,
seemed unnecessarily personal and rather crudely
phrased. Did Kathy have a regular boyfriend? How
frequently she "get laid?" How many times a night could
he “get her off?” How many times did she orgasm each
time her "did her?" How did she manage when she didn't
have a man to "take care of her?"
Even aside from the vulgar language, Kathy was put off
by the whole interrogation. Everything the nurse asked
seemed to be either prying or information that the
regular receptionist would not have had to ask. "Where
is Ruth, today?" Kathy inquired letting more annoyance
into her voice than she intended.
"Oh, she leaves early every afternoon so she can nurse
her new baby."
Kathy was dumbfounded. Ruth? Ruth Pritchet, with a
baby? Kathy knew that several years ago Ruth's abusive
husband had run off with a younger woman he had made
pregnant, leaving Ruth struggling to bring up two
teenage daughters. The experience had left Ruth with a
rather sour (realistic, in Kathy's opinion) view of
men. Ruth had never so much as mentioned dating. How,
in less than a year since Kathy's last appointment, had
Ruth met (and married?) a man and given him a baby? It
made no sense. The beatific smile of the receptionist
compounded Kathy's dismay. Didn't the little ditz
realize the loss of independence that having baby
presented to a 45 year old woman like Ruth with almost
grown children? No, Kathy thought, `she' wouldn't!
That's why she'd let some guy make HER pregnant.
"Kathy, `darling.'"
Kathy was still trying to digest the news about Ruth as
her head snapped around to see her friend, Emma Parks.
Kathy was in for her second shock. Emma was just coming
out of the doctor's inner office, beaming. Well,
`glowing' was the cliché‚ word. Kathy hardly believed
her eyes. Emma's tummy poked out under an almost
indecently short maternity dress. She looked about
seven months gone.
"Emma! You're..." Kathy stumbled over her words,
overcome by surprise.
"Knocked up higher than a kite" her friend confirmed
with a big silly grin.
"Uh, yes. Congratulations," Kathy offered somewhat
insincerely. Emma was a woman about Kathy's own age
whom she had known since before her friend had met and
married Frank last year. Kathy was leery of commitments
herself, but had to admit that Frank, a gentle, funny
suitor, seemed OK for Emma. The rising marketing
executive had told her, however, that after the wedding
Frank had turned out to be "kind of a Neanderthal. “He
would keep me home, barefoot and pregnant if I didn't
hold him off," she laughed. Emma didn't plan on giving
Frank any children for some time, however, at least
until her career was better established. She was
fighting her way up the ladder of a somewhat old-
fashioned firm and she didn't want to "give the old
bastards any excuses" not to recognize her ability.
"Yes, isn't it `wonderful'?" her friend gushed.
"It's kind of a surprise." Kathy replied. "I thought
you..."
"Well, yes," Emma let out an embarrassed giggle. "I
guess it was sort of an accident. [silly grimace] Dr.
Bock had me to go off the pill for a while and I guess
Frank isn't very good at using condoms. [giggle] And
with the testosterone pills the doctor gave me, well, I
was just so horny I let Frank `do it' all the time. I
guess I let him `do me' once too good." she shrugged,
obviously not unhappy with the outcome.
Why would a doctor recommend that a woman who did not
want children stop taking contraceptives? And
testosterone, wasn't that the stuff that made women...?
Stifling these questions Kathy settled for, "Dr. Bock?
Who's that? Janet has a solo practice here, doesn't
she?"
"Not any more she doesn't," Emma replied with a
mischievous sing-song. "Dr. Bock is Janet's new
`partner.' And I don't blame her. He is a … hunk."
Kathy was getting really annoyed by Emma's attitude. It
reminded her too much of those damned magazines. Why
did she have to be so "giggly" and "girlish?"
"Why would you be seeing Janet's new partner instead of
her, anyway?"
"Oh, Dr. Bock has been taking all Janet's cases for
about six months now."
"Why? What's wrong with Janet?"
"Absolutely nothing, darling. She's happy as a kitten
lapping cream. It's just that James thought she should
stay home and take care of herself until their baby
arrived and now that she's nursing.... That's what I'm
going to do, too."
"Baby!" Kathy exploded. What the hell was going on
here? Was every female associated with this infernal
clinic having a baby? Kathy tried to regain her
composure. "I didn't even know Janet had a...
boyfriend. Who is the James she's married?"
"Well, they aren't exactly `married,'" Emma confessed,
conspiratorially. "James is just living with her. And I
already told you who he is -- Dr. Bock, James Bock."
"When and how did all this happen?" Kathy asked in
disbelief.
"I don't know the whole story," Emma began, lowering
her voice. "James was just out of medical school and
came to her for an interview. Janet seems to have kind
of fallen for him in a big way. She let him invite her
out clubbing the first day they met. I hear she took
him back to her apartment that night and I'll bet it
wasn't to pore over Gray's Anatomy," Emma giggled.
"They started dating and before anybody knew it, James
was living with Janet and working here at the clinic. A
few weeks later, she missed her period. That made Dr.
Bock her partner in more ways than one.” Emma saw
Kathy’s look of shocked disgust. “Well, I `told' you he
is a hunk. Anyway after a couple of months James
thought it would be better to move their office to this
place. Don't you just `love' it?"
This tale answered some of Kathy's questions, but
raised a lot of new ones. She couldn't understand the
Janet McGuire she knew, not only taking up with a man
ten year younger than she, but immediately letting him
knock her up (even if he is a `hunk' as Emma so
irritatingly asserted). Nor could she see Janet pulling
out of her medical practice for an extended period to
care for herself and a baby because "James though she
should."
"When is Janet coming back?" Kathy inquired.
"OH, I don't know. Maybe not for a while. I think James
has her pregnant again."
"Well, got to run," Emma gushed as she flounced off.
"Frank likes me to have his dinner ready for him when
he gets home. That way we can spend more time in bed
with his you-know-what in my you-know-where." Kathy was
still gaping at this explanation when the door of the
inner office opened.
"Kathy, the doctor will see you now."
Kathy was surprised to see a tall, stunning black woman
who introduced herself as Amaka. She wore a parody of a
nurse's uniform. It was short, barely covering her
crotch and cut low in from to reveal large breasts. She
had large dangling earrings and a flashy pendant lay on
her bosom. "Please accept our apologies for the delay,
Kathy. I'm sure you understand; Dr. Bock has a very
heavy work load."
Why did everybody have to be on a first name basis? She
resented being called "Kathy" by someone she didn't
know. Its was condescending. "So I see," Kathy replied
a bit sarcastically. "But I hope you realize...."
"Now, now, Kathy. Don't be upset. Dr. Bock will not
want to see you like that. Just slow down. Take a few
deep breaths. We've done everything we can here to
create a calm, peaceful atmosphere. We've taken you far
form the hustle and bustle of the city. This should be
a soothing, comforting place where you can leave your
tensions and concerns behind you. So, please, forget
your worries. Just ease up a little and relax...
relax."
Kathy was astounded. Why was this striking woman with
those beautiful chocolate breasts speaking to her as if
she was a skittish child who needed reasurrance, going
on and on about being relaxed and calm? Amazingly,
though, it was working; she WAS starting to unwind as
the sexy woman continued to speak. Amaka had such a
soft yet commanding voice and Kathy couldn't take her
eyes off of those luscious breasts and the pendant that
was flashing... flashing in her eyes. In fact, it was
getting hard to remember just why she had ever been
upset in the first place. Kathy wasn't really paying
attention to what Amaka was saying anymore. She leaned
back in the chair and closed her eyes.
"Good girl, Kathy. You are totally relaxed, totally at
peace. Now we are going to get you ready for the doctor
to see you. Here, let me help you off with your
clothes."
Kathy opened her eyes dreamily at the woman who was
reaching down to unbutton her blouse. Instinctively,
she raised her hands but Amaka shushed her. "That's
alright, baby. You're a little out of it. I'll help you
with everything."
It felt strange, but nice to let this sexy woman
undress her like a little girl being put to bed for the
night by her nanny. Soon her blouse had been laid aside
and her brassiere was unclasped and placed beside her
blouse. "You have lovely breasts, Kathy" Amaka
whispered as she fondled them. Kathy was glad this hot
young woman liked her breasts, but she didn't say
anything.
Kathy hardly knew when she stood up at Amaka's gentle
touch to allow her skirt to be deftly removed, but she
felt a little thrill when Amaka's soft hands slipped
under the waistband of her panties and slithered the
silky garment down to her ankles. The dazed young
lawyer was completely nude when she let the pretty
black woman lead her to an examination table and lay
her down.
"Now just get comfortable, Kathy. I am going to examine
these very pretty titties," Amaka explained. Slowly,
with almost feathery touches, she began to brush and
stroke Kathy's breasts which immediately hardened.
Seeing the effect this had on the semi-conscious young
woman, Amaka began a more decided massaging and gentle
pinching of the protruding nipples.
Kathy moaned with pleasure. "Feels good, doesn't it
baby? I knew titties this big and pretty had to be
super sensitive. You like having your titties felt up,
don't you?" Kathy's whimpers were her only reply. "The
file says you have regular boyfriend but you haven't
let him fuck you in over a week. So these beauties
haven't been getting the loving they deserve, have
they"
"Oh, no!" Kathy whimpered.
"You know, a girl like you shouldn't go that long
without sex. You ought to have a man in you every
night. You must be really horny. I'll bet you're
getting wet down here, aren't you?" Amaka asked as she
pushed Kathy's legs apart ad slipped a long smooth
finger into her pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Kathy sighed.
"Are you ever a juicy one! Your boyfriend must like
you. Does he have a big one? No trouble getting the
fattest cock in a pussy this wet," Amaka commented as
she slipped another and then a third fingers deep into
Kathy's well-lubricated slit.
"Poor horny baby, you look like your about ready to
pop. Wanna come, don't you?" Kathy's moan might have
been an attempt at protest, but Amaka took it as an
affirmative. "That's it. Just close your eyes and let
Amaka get you off, honey," the black woman cooed and
pushed Kathy's legs farther apart while beginning to
work on Kathy's pussy with more determination.
"No, Ohhhh. Don't Ohhhh!"
"Don't worry, honey, it's natural to get turned on
during these examinations. You are just a healthy, sexy
girl who hasn't been depriving herself of sex for way
too long. Now you relax and let me do you. It's so easy
to come on my fingers... Let your self go, baby. You
want to come so bad... I can make you feel so good,
honey... Relax... Don't fight me, baby... Let me give
you want... what you need...That's it, hump my hand,
baby... It feels so good... You're getting there.
So...close... NOW!"
Amaka gave one final flick to Kathy's clitoris and the
helpless young lawyer surrendered herself to an
shattering orgasm that seemed to go on and on. Kathy
sobbed her release and gasped "Yes, Oh yes... Oh yes..
Oh yes."
"Good girl, Kathy...You had a good one... Now you can
realty relax... Float down gently,... floating,... So
relaxed... so satisfied... That's it, breathe deeply
now... You came really hard, baby. You re exhausted...
You need to rest now. Close your eyes. A good hard cum
always makes a girl sleepy... sooo sleepy. Just rest.
You need a little nap," the smiling nurse said, her
voice dropping to a barely audible whisper. "You can't
stay awake, Kathy. . . You're going to sleep,...
sleep,... s l e e p..."
After observing the young woman on the table for a few
seconds to be sure she was really out, Amaka reached
over and hit the intercom button. "I've got her under,
James. Everything worked as you said."
"Give her about ten minutes of the audio, darling. I'll
be right in," the voice replied, sounding slightly
winded. Amaka made a face imagining why attending to
the plump Mrs. Rutherford might have James slightly out
of breath. Then she smiled as she slipped the earphones
onto the lolling head of the sleeping young woman. Only
minutes ago Kathy had been so full of hard, aggressive
energy. Now she was the image of docile femininity
Almost fifteen minutes went by before Dr. James Bock
joined Amaka at the side of the beautiful nude woman
deeply asleep on the examining table. He kissed Amaka
on the cheek. "Good job darling."
The sexy black woman turned her body into his,
attempting to make the kiss into something more. "If
it's such a good job, why no reward, stud?" she asked,
disappointed.
"Business before pleasure, pet," he grinned and pushed
her away playfully.
"Hello, Kathy. I'm Dr. Bock. You can look at me."
Kathy's eyes opened, but did not seem to take much in
at first. Then she focused on the source of that
marvelous voice. Smiling down at her was the yummiest
man she had ever seen. `Hunk' was exactly the right
word for him.
"I've completed my examination, Kathy, and you are in
very good shape. I don’t see any problem with you
getting pregnant. There are just a few things I want
you to do for me. Will you do that?"
"Yes, doctor."
"Good, now listen carefully...."
It took only a few minutes to give Kathy the
instructions and for her to acknowledge each one.
"Good. Be sure to take your pills and listen to the
tapes every day, so you won't continue to suffer the
kind of sexual inhibitions that have been troubling
you." Kathy was still lying down, but managed to nod
her agreement although she felt a little confused. She
didn’t remember being troubled by her inhibitions until
now.
"Amaka tells me you became extremely aroused during the
breast examination. Is that right?" Again Kathy nodded.
"Nothing to worry about, very positive, really. It's
typical of highly sexed young women who have not been
having sufficiently frequent sexual intercourse. In
fact, I believe you are still aroused even though Amaka
helped you reach climax already," the Dr. remarked as
he slid a finger into Kathy's pussy. Although Kathy had
no memory of even having on the earphones, she had
become wet again as the tape had taught her she needed
much more frequent sex and made a number of suggestions
on behavior modifications to help her achieve this
goal.
"Is it true that you that you have not had intercourse
in over a week?" the doctor asked.
Kathy nodded again, although it was hard to
concentration anything except the doctor's hand in her
pussy. "That's way too long, Kathy. A girl like you
should never go a full day without getting fucked,
isn't that right?"
"Oh, yes," Kathy agreed.
"And what happens when you don't get fucked for several
hours?
"I get really horny," Kathy said as if reciting a
lesson.
"So you must be really horny right now?" the doctor
asked.
"Oh, yes!" Kathy moaned as the doctor continued to
massage her twat.
"You need to come, don't you, Kathy?"
"Yes, YES, YESSSSSS!" she screamed as the smiling
doctor brought her to a thunderous climax without
stopping his manipulation of her sex.
"That was a good one, Kathy. You are a very responsive
young woman. You have a great capacity for receiving
pleasure. You're going to come again, aren't you?"
"Uh huh," Kathy responded barely able to think so
intense was the pleasure flowing from between her legs.
"You are a messy girl when you come, Kathy. Don't you
think we should stuff something up your cunt to keep
you from leaking juice on the table the next time you
come?"
"Yes," Kathy agreed, barely able to think
"What should it be, Kathy, a big cock?"
"Oh, yes," she moaned.
"Well, I see no reason to postpone the beginning of
your therapy. Would you like me to fuck you, Kathy?"
"Oh, please Doctor, yes. I need it so bad."
*****
Dr. James Bock took the call on his cell phone but
quickly walked into his office. "Yes Paul.... Yes. I
just finished with her.... Yeah, she's sort of out of
it right now; she came three or four times before I
gave it to her.... Don't be that way! I told you from
the beginning that was part of the deal. You have her
from now on except for the checkups. Don't be greedy...
It's always hard to say about those things, but she
appears to have ovulated a few days ago. I'd say you
have about a better than 50-50 chance this time.
"I-I just got in a few shots. You'll be able to keep
her filled all night long... Yeah, I'd give her another
half hour here, to recover, an hour to get home,
another hour for the first pill to take effect. If you
call her about 7:30, she should be hot enough to fuck a
fence post... No, I am not implying anything about your
way with the ladies... Just call her, Paul. You won't
be disappointed... Yeah, tell Bob Atturbury I got his
check."
*****
Three weeks later Kathy was back in Dr. Bock's charming
reception area. She had been waiting for the results of
the test for forty five minutes, but she was not mad.
In fact she was quite entertained. She nodded as Oprah
was interviewing a happy career women who had given up
her jobs to start having babies. Kathy leafed through
the pages of "Total Woman" idly, reflecting on the
dizzying sequence of events that started with that
unexpected call from Paul Graves just after her last
visit here.
Kathy had accepted Paul’s invitation to dinner on an
impulse, mainly because she had the urge for some male
company that night. Well, that's what she got! Ten
minutes after Paul arrived to pick her up his hand was
down the front of her blouse and she was gasping with
pleasure as he felt up her titties. Before she knew it,
his hands were in her pants, too, making her come like
there was no tomorrow. A heartbeat later Kathy was on
her back with her heels in the air and Paul Graves was
fucking her brains out. She didn't get to eat a thing,
but Paul did. Most nights since she had spent with her
legs wide apart and Paul's big cock pounding her pussy
to delirium.
Paul, in addition to keeping her fucked stupid, turned
out to be a great guy. For example, the way he came to
her defense after she screwed up the Ferguson case the
very first Monday after they started dating. In a way,
it was the least he could do; it was Paul's fault she
arrived in court an hour late having had almost no
sleep the whole weekend. She giggled, remembering she
had been dressed and almost out the door when Paul
pulled her into a clinch that got her so hot she just
had to let him give her one more quickie fuck before
she left.
It had been Paul's idea, too, after that fiasco to let
her work on cases defending guys being dunned for
alimony and child support by vengeful ex-wives and
spiteful girlfriends. Those were cases where a foxy
young woman like herself could blow into a courtroom in
her tight mini and six inch pumps and really make an
impression. All that hard stuff about mergers and
acquisitions, taxes, and sexual harassment was just bo-
ring.
Suzie observed Kathy with a smile. She remembered the
young lawyer's previous visit and noted the positive
changes. She never ceased to admire the improvement in
attitude of the young women who came through Dr. Bock's
clinic. Like the others, Kathy had come the first time
in one of those the prim, almost prissy business suits
with a knee-length skirt. Her makeup was subtle, her
shoes "sensible." Her whole demeanor had said, "Yes,
I'm a woman, but not THAT kind of woman." Her head had
been stuffed full of business, her career, plans for
the future -- everything except what a woman needed
stuffed between her legs.
Now Suzie could see the difference. In place of the
suit jacket was a frilly blouse that showcased plenty
of Kathy's ample breasts. The fidgety woman could do
little and did less to prevent her red mini-skirt from
riding an obscene distance up her thigh. Suzie couldn't
see, but she would wager Kathy wasn't wearing panties.
It wasn't hard to guess the reason. Plain as day there
was a new man in Kathy's life, a man who was giving
Kathy the sex she needed and in return expected her to
dress to please him. There was little doubt where
Kathy's priorities lay now.
"Dealing With the Wife," Kathy read. This magazine had
the most useful articles! Yes, Betty Graves was going
to be a problem when Paul finally told her. She was
probably a very nice person and was a good mother to
Paul's five children, but she was just not woman enough
for Paul, Kathy reflected. Betty had put on a few
pounds over the years, although from her pictures she
still seemed quite attractive for a woman in her 40's.
But especially now that she was pregnant again, Betty
just didn't have the libido to keep up with a man of
Paul's stamina. Paul had told Kathy that even before he
got Betty pregnant again, she would only make love two
or three times a week and never more than once a night.
Silly woman! This had to have been torture for her
Paul, who could give a woman so much. Kathy smiled and
felt a slight wetness between her legs as she
remembered the "noontimer" Paul had given her in his
office bent over his desk just a few hours ago.
"Come on in, Kathy," said the smiling Amaka, ushering
her into the now familiar office. "Let me get a look at
you, girl. Uu...ie! You are fine! What's up? Got a new
boyfriend?"
"Well, yes," Kathy giggled. "How did you guess."
"Because you are looking too GOOD. Turn that little
butt around and let me get a good eyeful." Kathy
happily complied with a little pirouette "Oh, yeah! You
are HOT!" Amaka exclaimed, patting her on the ass.
"Older guy?"
"Right again! How did you know?"
"The clothes. Only kids will put up with business
frump. Older guys demand the hot look -- the spike
heals, the mini, the large earrings. I'll bet you've
got him giving it to you good!"
"Can't complain." Kathy agreed, smugly.
"Just between us girls, how often? Every night?" Amaka
winked.
"More," said Kathy with a satisfied smile.
"Twice?" Amaka asked, her eyes widening.
"More!"
"Three times? Get outta here!" Amaka exploded
incredulously.
"On `slow' days," Kathy announced triumphantly.
"Attaway to go, girl!" exclaimed Amaka in awe. "Fuck
him good, but, take it from me, if you really want your
hooks in him, let him get you pregnant!"
"You mean...?" Kathy looked again at the black woman
and noticed a definite bulge in that formerly hard flat
tummy. "Whose is it?" she inquired.
"Let's just say, it's someone you know," Amaka replied
mysteriously. "Oh well, down to business. Let's get you
relaxed."
"Why this time. I'm not nervous now."
"Doctor's orders," said Amaka at once serious.
"I really don't think."
"Now just look at this," Amaka said, holding up the
pendant Kathy remembered from before. Suddenly Kathy
felt strange, disoriented. Meekly, she gazed at the
beautiful, flashing stone as Amaka watched her eyes
quickly glaze over.
"Good girl, Kathy. Now let's get you ready for the
doctor." Without asking, Amaka began to unbutton
Kathy's blouse and quickly removed her bra. "Such
beautiful tits," she whispered as she softly stroked
one and then the other.
*****
Fifteen minutes later Kathy was coming down from an
incredible roller-coaster orgasm and starting to climb
again when she felt Amaka suddenly pull her mouth away
from her overflowing pussy.
"How is she, darling?" Kathy heard a male voice ask.
"Almost under. I prepped her."
"So I see," he grinned. "Kathy?"
"Huh?" Kathy managed to respond. She recognized Dr.
Bock's voice. God! That last come had knocked her for a
loop.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Uh huh" she nodded.
"Good. Now you must relax and listen very carefully.
Remember I am your doctor and I have some very good
news for you. But it is very important that you follow
all my orders. You'll do that for me, right?"
"Yes,... Follow all orders"
“Now answer truthfully. Have you been listening to the
tapes and taking the pills I gave you every day?"
"Yes, doctor, every day."
"Good. And have you found a new boyfriend?"
"Uh huh,"
"And you’ve been letting him fuck you, right?"
"Oh, yeah!," Kathy sighed with more enthusiasm.
"Good girl. As I told you, the pills help you stay nice
and horny so you woll enjoy sex more. Have you been
enjoying getting laid by your new boyfriend?"
"Oh, yes. He's been great."
"I'm sure he has been. And have you been taking your
contraceptives?"
Contraceptives? Kathy couldn't remember the last time
she had taken her contraceptives. "No. I haven't been
taking my birth control pills," she admitted.
"Nothing to worry about. What about your diaphragm?"
No, I don't use it anymore." Kathy had a vague idea she
had thrown it away. This troubled her somewhat,
although she didn't quite know why..
"I didn't think so. And you haven't been making your
new boyfriend use a condom when he fucks you either,
right?"
"Uh, no, he doesn't like them."
"I'm not surprised. Few men do -- women either for that
matter. Now Kathy, I want you to relax and try to
remember something that may have slipped your mind
since you were here last. Do you know what happens to
healthy girls who get fucked regularly without any
protection?"
Panic suddenly struck Kathy. The doctor felt her
stiffen. "It's alright Kathy, relax, don't worry about
anything."
Dr. Bock's command immediately calmed her and she was
able to answer. "They get preg... Do you mean I am...?"
"That's right, Kathy. You're going to have a baby!"
"But... but...?"
"It's OK, Kathy. Nothing wrong with being single and
pregnant. Many women are deciding it's time to start
having babies, some in their ‘40’s or ‘50’s. You’re
smart for starting so young. You should be proud of
your choice. You decided not to use your contraceptives
when you had sex and you never asked your boyfriend to
use protection, even when you knew you were fertile.
He's a married man, right?"
"Yes," Kathy admitted.
"That could be a problem. It might even appear that you
were trying to get pregnant so he would leave his wife
and marry you. You're not a home wreaker, are you
Kathy?"
"No, no. I didn't think about that!"
"I believe you, Kathy. You just needed the sex, but he
may think that you were trying to trap him. He may be
upset. You have to make sure he knows `you' decided to
have this baby."
"How?"
"Tell him you aren’t sure who the father is.”
“But I haven’t been sleeping around; I stopped having
sex with Trent even before I broke up with him.”
“Your lover doesn’t have to know that. A little white
lie will make him feel much better. Tell him that
you're not interested in marriage. You realize he would
never leave his wife for you. Assure him that you will
never ask him for money or even ask him to acknowledge
paternity. If he wants you to sign something, do so."
"OK," Kathy acknowledged.
“Of course, keep screwing him if he wants, but you'll
understand if he goes back to his wife. After this baby
is born, he may not be around. You'll need to find
someone else to make you pregnant next time. You'd like
to have many children, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, yes, doctor."
"That's right, Kathy. You love being pregnant. As your
belly gets bigger and bigger those marvelous breasts of
yours fill out even more, you are gong to be hornier
than ever. You may need more that just one man to keep
you satisfied. Bob Atturbury is really sexy, isn't he?"
"Yes doctor."
*****
Ellen Parker was mad as hell. She had been sitting in
this gynecologist's office for FORTY FIVE minutes
waiting for her 4:30 appointment. Now she wouldn't be
able to get back to the investment bank to finish her
presentation on the merger due for next week's board
meeting. She couldn't believe that a doctor recommended
by her friend Kathy Black could do this to her.
Especially now that she had made Junior Partner, her
time was valuable. This delay was costing her close to
$1500. And the decor! And the music! And these
disgusting magazines! What kind of a place was this,
anyway?
"Ellen, `darling.'"
Ellen looked up in shock at her friend. Kathy had the
rounded belly of a woman about six months pregnant.
Ellen was still stunned a few minutes later when Kathy
broke off the conversation saying she had to hurry home
to get dinner ready because `Paul' was coming over.
Would that be Paul Graves, the notorious womanizer from
Kathy’s office that she had often ranted about? No,
couldn't be.
"Ellen, the doctor will see you now," announced a tall
black woman with a very large belly.
*****
Kathy Black was mad as hell. She had been sitting in
this damn welfare office for FORTY FIVE minutes waiting
for the 4:30 appointment with her case worker. Juggling
as many things as she had to, her time was valuable.
Fortunately, Niki her friend from the housing project
would pick up Pauline and Carlitos from day care, but
Malcolm had said he might come around tonight. He
didn't like it when she didn't have his supper ready.
She still had to go to the store to buy some turnip
greens, in case.
Chen and Chan were squirming beside her as only four
year old twins can. Kathy had separated them but they
continued to tease each other, their slanty almond eyes
alive with boyish mischief.
Malcolm Jr. started to fuss so she hefted him onto her
broad lap and offered him one of her milk-filled
breasts. At eighteen months, he was getting almost too
big to nurse, but he seemed to enjoy sucking on her
nipples. `Just like his Daddy,' Kathy thought. A jolt
of pleasure shot through her as the infant's thick
chocolate lips fastened onto her engorged nipple.
"`Exactly' like his Daddy," she groaned.
Having her tits suckled always got Kathy hot. She
struggled against the urge to reach down and finger
herself to the orgasm; she needed it pretty bad. The
last time she did that here, the social worker had
caught her and screamed at her that she was just an
oversexed slut. Funny, that was exactly what Malcolm
said about her. It was what kept him coming back to
her, Kathy supposed, even though he had plenty of
younger girlfriends and several older married women to
satisfy. God! She hoped Malcolm did come tonight. Kathy
hadn't had his black python in her for almost a week
and she was getting so horny she was going out of her
mind.
Greedy Malcolm Jr. had nearly drained one of Kathy's
breasts so she shifted him to the other, resting him on
her protruding belly where his next little brother or
sister was growing rapidly.
The End
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A New Infection (MC, Mf, FF, Fm, Cabinet, CNN, preg)
By Homer Vargas
Vargas111@yahoo.com
[Note: This story has its origin in "The Virus" by The
Joker
http://www.mcstories.com/Virus/Virus.html
That "universe" has been developed by several other
authors, including Borris Ludmenkov.
http://www.mcstories.com/MadmanAndTheGuineaPigs
/MadmanAndTheGuineaPigs.html
and A4K Breakfast
http://www.mcstories.com/VirusAmanda/VirusAmanda.html
http://www.mcstories.com/VirusOrigin/VirusOrigin.html
from whom I took some of the premises of this tale. Of
course, I take it in a very different direction that is
quite subversive of the major premises of the "real"
Virus stories, so you might think of this taking place
in a parallel "Virus" universe.
I also acknowledge the help of numerous readers who
caught many of my stupid mistakes before the rest of
you could. I especially thank Janey for proofreading,
but since I have had my filthy word processor on it
since she cleaned it up, brand new errors no doubt have
oozed in.
A New Infection
By Homer Vargas
Vargas111@yahoo,com
Naturally, a number of myths and romanticized stories
have grown up even in the few short years since the
beginning of the New Age. Many of these concern the
first critical moments that made all the difference.
Did it really happen just that way? Maybe not, but so
the story goes...
*****
Dr. Mercedes Cortez was doing a routine gene sequence
when the wail of the All Seal alarm froze her heart.
Putting aside false hopes that it was only a drill, the
Chief of the National Institutes of Health Western Bio-
dome looked at the maze of lights and lines to see
where the emergency originated. Only the release of the
most terrible pathogen would require an All Seal, which
severed all chemical and biological links of the Bio-
dome with the outside. Carved into the heart of a
mountain, the top secret facility was virtually
impregnable. Until they unsealed it, Mercedes and the
sixteen other of the world's elite women scientists
working at the Bio-dome were as isolated as if they
were on the moon.
Amazingly, the All Seal order had come not from one of
the laboratories, but from the communications center.
Trying to remain calm, Mercedes touched the appropriate
videocom button and asked, "Ayo, what the hell
happened? Who hit the All Seal switch?"
The image of a tall black woman filled the screen. "I
did, Mechas. Look at this!"
Ayo Obkonko patched the television feed to the view-
screen in front of Mercedes. The annoying CNN logo and
fanfare was at last fading and the bearded talking head
of Wolf Blitzer appeared. "To recap the breaking news,
CNN has learned that two days ago scientists working
for the rogue terrorist Salam Amman released a virus
into the atmosphere that has already spread over Europe
and is expected to reach every corner of the globe
within days. The virus attacks and blends into the
human genome, producing virtually a new species of
human. Effects of the disease appear to be sudden
massive physical, emotional, and intellectual change in
women and lesser but still major changes in men.
Needless to say, there is no known cure for the malady
and there is little chance of one being found, given
the rapidity with which the virus is spreading and the
dramatic nature of the effects. For the most recent
information, we take you now to our correspondent in
Baghdad, Christiane Amanpour."
The scene shifted to a pan of the Central Mosque as
seen thousands of times from the top of the Ministry of
Information headquarters, the place all the foreign
correspondents in Iraq go for the most authentic
information. Then the camera focused in on a gorgeous
young woman with long, lustrous black hair and
smoldering, deep-set dark eyes. Mercedes was shocked at
what she saw, recognizing CNN's top foreign
correspondent, but just barely. The image before her
and 100 million other viewers world wide looked more
like a slightly aging movie starlet than a serious
reporter. The cameraman didn't pass up giving viewers
the full body shot that showed a luscious woman dressed
in the shortest mini the religious authorities would
allow, even on a kaffir, and sporting a set of tits
that hadn't been seen in the Old World since Gina
Lolabrigida was a filly.
"Hi, folks," chirped the painted lips of the remade
journalist. "They want me to tell you about what this
virus thingy is doing here in... uh?... here. So far as
I can tell, it's doin' lotsa good! Oops, I shouldn't
have said that. It's really going to be a problem, I
think, the way all us girls are getting sort of filled
out." She paused to give her knockers a demonstrative
little shake for the camera. "How are we going to keep
our guys to ourselves?" she asked rhetorically.
"Experts say..." Here she broke off with a sly grin, "I
wonder why they couldn't get any real 'perts' instead
of just EX-'perts?'" The new Ms. Amanpour clearly had
wandered out of her depth.
"The Vir-us pro-du-ces an extra-ordin-ary in-crease in
the lib...?" The confused young woman stumbled over the
text she was trying to read, "The libby?... the Libby
Dole?," she giggled. "That doesn't make any sense...
Huh?" She tossed her locks and cocked her head to hear
the earphone better. "Oh, yeah! That is sooo RIGHT!...
They told me to say it just makes you want to 'do it'
all the time," she grinned, nodding.
"Thank goodness Jamie came over here with me to sorta
keep me in line. I know last night over at the palace
talking to Salammy I got so horny I was ready to
say the 'F'-
word," she tinkled. "Well let's just say it was hard to
worry about what that big sexy guy may be hiding out
there in the desert when you're wondering what he's
hiding inside those cool 'jammies he wears," allowed
the internationally famous correspondent, unable to
suppress another titter. "Fortunately Jaime got me back
to the hotel before I did anything foolish and just
and my producer took turns calming me down."
"Oh, well, I can't think of anything else to say right
now. So, this is Crissy Amanpour for CNN in...? Well,
one of those really neat places they send me to!"
Mercedes was unable to speak for a moment, then
recovered. "God! This is awful. I see why you had to
act quickly, Ayo. Thanks to you, at least WE are in no
danger of infection."
"Yes, but how long can we keep the seal on place?" Ayo
asked.
"We have a vast store of water and several months of
emergency food rations. It won't be very comfortable,
but with power to run electrolysis for oxygen and
scrubbers to remove the CO2 we can hold out here for
months, maybe years."
"But it's still pretty hopeless, isn't it? Sooner or
later we will have to unseal the facility and then
we'll be infected, too. Oh, God! We'll all become
mindless bimbos, like... her!" Ayo cried.
"Not necessarily. We can..."
"Hey, Mechas! There's a call coming in on the Red
Line!" Ayo interrupted.
"My God! The President. Put him on."
A familiar boyish face appeared on the screen. "Good
afternoon, Dr. Cortez." The President paused, looking
her over. "Sorry I have to meet you for the first time
under these circumstances." As she listened, something
about the glint in the Commander in Chief's eye made
Mercedes wonder if he was referring to the global
crisis or the fact that via TV images, certain kinds of
intercourse were excluded.
"Good afternoon, Mr. President. Oh!" she exclaimed when
she saw the President was not alone. The camera
unzoomed to reveal the entire Cabinet in session. The
First Lady and the VP's wife were there, too.
"Dr. Cortez, I have been informed about your quick
action in sealing the Bio-dome. You're in charge of our
best microbiological research facility. I'm afraid the
bulk of the effort to stop this horrific plague will
fall on you and your excellent staff. I'm sure that you
will rise to this challenge. Aware of the
responsibility that our nation, indeed the whole
world..." Mercedes tuned out as the President was off
on a speech about the key role of women in the global
economy, but her attention was jerked back when she
heard him say, "You know that women are found in
various positions in my administration!"
The Secretary of State blanched and the Secretary of
Labor tried unsuccessfully to keep from rolling her
eyes at the unfortunate choice of words. Several of the
cabinet started to snigger, but the First Lady silenced
them with a murderous glare. The Vice President, oozing
earnestness, did not seem to hear anything amiss.
"You can count on us to do everything we can, Sir,"
Mercedes replied keeping a straight face. As the
communication broke, Mercedes was surprised how
attractive she found the President -- he was a
sleezebag, but a sexy sleezebag, she thought.
Within hours Mercedes had reorganized the group's work,
everything else being pushed aside to work on the Virus
problem. As soon as things had settled down at the lab,
she called her boyfriend Robert to tell him she would
not be coming home for -- she wished she knew when she
could return.
"OH darling, I'm so proud of you, but does this mean we
can't...?" he asked nervously.
"Afraid so, Sweetie. I'll be here until we find a cure
or we run out of food."
"There is no way I could...?"
"No, honey. The dome is completely sealed. Not even
air, not to mention a probably infected male can be
allowed to enter." This was not easy for Mercedes to
say. She was already missing her lovable if
otherworldly poet. He was not a prize catch by many
standards -- only averagely handsome, certainly not
rich on his salary from the University -- but he wasn't
intimidated by Mercedes' fierce intelligence and
sometimes monomaniacal dedication to work. Under her
tutelage, the sex was even improving. She would miss
that, most of all.
*****
A week later things were going better than Mercedes had
any reason to expect. Her deputy director, Vivian Wu,
had identified the Virus and determined its lineage --
an ordinary cold-like virus that lived innocuously in
human breathing tracts, never causing more than a
sniffle. The Virus's creator had chosen the vector
well; the body had almost no resistance to such a
virus. Shireen Kumanundawata had found the active sites
on the virus that melded with human DNA to produce the
changes in women's (and men's, it turned out) bodies
and sex drive.
Interestingly, the parts of the virus that effected the
somatic changes were not those that reduced women's
mentality to that of oversexed schoolgirls. Again the
Virus's creator had worked brilliantly. Mercedes
herself was the one who discovered that the other
business end of the Virus attached itself only to the
XX (female) chromosomes, leaving the XY unaltered.
Diabolical as this was, it at least key confirmed what
Mercedes had long suspected, that men and women were
intelligent in different ways. It turned out that at
least some different genes were involved.
In other ways things were not going so well, however.
Her most recent call had shown that Robert was now
clearly infected. As Mercedes looked at him on the view
screen, her heart beat faster. Robert had grown so
handsome! His shoulders were broader, waist trimmer,
butt tighter, abs flatter; he appeared to have gained a
couple of inches in height, as well. Damn, he had
become a stud-muffin and was totally out of her reach!
"You're not doing anything foolish, are you darling?"
she inquired.
"No, honey, but..."
"But what, Robert? Is it another woman?" Mercedes
demanded suspiciously.
"Well, yes, but I haven't DONE anything. It's just that
Ruth Morris, she's been hinting..."
"Well, let her hint. You leave her alone," Mercedes
replied, feeling some relief she was careful not to
show. She knew Ruth Morris, a scrawny, red-haired,
forty-year-old divorcee who taught in Paul's
department. Mercedes could not imagine a woman whom she
should fear less.
"Don't worry, honey. I'll keep my hands off of her,"
Robert said, not too convincingly.
Only after she hung up did her doubts return. After
all, Mercedes didn't know how the Virus might have
affected the mousy professor. And it was not Robert's
hands she was worried about.
*****
Weeks later things were getting dicey.
Events on the outside certainly gave Mercedes and her
team plenty of motivation. The scientists were
horrified to see how quickly the Virus was turning
society upside down. Plastic surgeons were practically
out of business, except for women of eighty and ninety
who were desperate to attract younger lovers. Surgeons
able to reverse tubal-ligations and vasectomies, on the
other hand, had more patients than they could handle.
Women who decided holding a job was too taxing
discovered that their husbands or boyfriends had plenty
of ideas about how they could pass their time, ideas
that involved new additions to the family or first
babies, even of women in their forties and fifties.
Single women gave up waiting for Mr. Right and let Mr.
Whoever-Was-Handy make them pregnant.
Sales of women's apparel shot up as millions of former
career women ditched their conservative business
attire, which no longer fit anyway, for slinky skirts,
revealing blouses and spikey heels, only to have to
change again as their bulging bellies required a hot
new maternity wardrobe.
A new de facto jurisprudence grew up: a woman who
eliminated a rival for a man's attention could almost
always get off lightly, pleading temporary insanity, if
she could show she had gone over twenty-four hours
without a proper fuck. Women who killed men out of
jealousy, although very rare, received no mercy.
Outside events, on the other hand, created a morale
problem for Mercedes as well as the others. Last week,
when she had called to check up on Robert it was a
woman's voice crying out, "Yes! Oh, Yes!" that
triggered the voice-activated videocom link. Mercedes
saw all too well why Robert himself had not answered.
The automatic camera zoomed in on the speaker, a
voluptuous woman with long flaming red curls riding
Robert's up-thrust prick, crying out and coming
repeatedly. Oh God, Mercedes thought, could that be
Ruth Morris? As if that were not bad enough, she then
noted Robert's head, or rather where it should have
been. There, grinding her muff into Robert's mouth was
a younger version of Ruth, screaming in orgasms of her
own, "Oh Mom, he's eating meeeee!... He's got his
tongue in my... Ayyy! I'm coming so good, Mom."
Mercedes broke the connection in disgust.
At the next staff meeting most of the other women
reported similar problems. The lack of sex had them
frustrated, jealous, and bitchy! "Dammit, Mechas. Here
we are slaving away like nuns for humanity, or at least
for femininity, and our husbands and boyfriends are off
screwing everything in sight," Bridgett Lafonte
exclaimed in ire. "I'm tired of getting off with my
hand up my twat night after night. I need a real fuck!"
"Me, too," added Kimberly Bradshaw.
"Oh, God, yes! I need my Leroy," Vivian Wu complained.
"I can't think straight without that big black python
up in me every night!"
"Now, now, ladies! Don't go gettin' so hot 'n
bothered," drawled Mary Jo Lipscom, a lanky Texan who
was the Bio-dome's Ms. Fixit. "I like a nice hunka raw
meat packed into m' pussy's as much as the next girl,
but let's be practical." All eyes turned to the big
blonde with her boots propped up on the desk in front
of her. Indeed, she didn't look nearly as uptight as
the other women. "I don't like knowin' that m' Billy
Bob is off bangin' his Aint Josey 'n' her girls, but
since I cain't do anythang about it riot now," she
paused long enough to indicate that in the future Billy
Bob was probably going to pay dearly for his fun, "I
just make do with Billy Bob, Sr."
There was a gasp of amazement when the assembled women
saw what Mary Jo was talking about. Leaning forward,
she drew out a hugely wicked-looking dildo, black as
night. Another gasp went around the room when she sat
the base of the implement on the desk and a low-pitched
vibration reverberated through the room. "Yessir, ever
night I jus' slip old Billy Bob Sr. in there where
he'll do me the most good 'n' git off a buncha times.
Sleep like a baby. If any of you girls would like to
drop 'round for some help, the US Gummit has put some
of the finest plastic in-jecshun moldin' equipment
money can buy in my workshop. I'd be happy to whip you
up a personalized set."
"A set?" someone asked.
"Well, yeah. Unless you are ONE lucky woman, I'd
recommen' startin' with a plastic pussy pleaser that's
only a teeny bit longer and thicker than your current
boyfriend's dong. Graj'ly. you can work up to a real
four- or five-inch thick prod that can provide some
gen-you-wine simulated fuckin'."
"'Course, if ya cain't wait, I could share the Hardy
Boys with somebody," she said, holding up a double-
headed dildo with one phallus considerably larger than
the other. For a moment shocked silence reigned, but to
everyone's surprise Tammy Bostrop, the little high-
school girl who had been trapped in the Bio-dome while
delivering papers, got up and slid into a seat next to
the big woman.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Lipscom," the child sobbed, "I just
miss my Tommy so much." Mary Jo pulled the girl into a
comforting embrace and kissed her tenderly. Tammy's
sobs died away as Mary Jo opened her blouse to release
her big boobs from confinement and Tammy began gently
to suckle them. Soon her sobs turned to little whimpers
of pleasure as Mary-Jo's hand slipped between Tammy's
legs and found her clit. It appeared the Hardy Boys
would have a busy night, or perhaps, again, they would
not be needed at all. There was an embarrassed pause
and more than one hand disappeared beneath the table
before the meeting turned to the topic of microbiology.
In the next few days, Mary Jo's workshop was quite
busy. It didn't take Mercedes long to notice the
difference, either. Productivity was back up and
squabbling almost disappeared, although the moans and
cries of ecstasy in the makeshift quarters at night
could make sleeping difficult. Mary Jo had offered to
make portable devices that could be worn at all times,
but Mercedes outlawed these, finding they reduced
tensions altogether TOO much.
Most of the women unimaginatively named their new
helpmeets after their most recent lover. A few,
however, chose whimsical appellations reflecting their
personal fantasies. Some of these were obvious, "Miles
and Miles of Naismith," "Bit-Bard's Big Banger,"
"Frank's Real McCoy," but no one could figure out why
their intern, Monica Lou Insky, named her new
companion, "Slick Willie."
*****
As more weeks wore on, Mercedes was pleased with the
progress on a number of fronts. The group now knew how
the Virus attacked the genes to destroy women's
intelligence. There was no time to focus on any of its
other effects nor, Mercedes grinned, much motivation.
The conceptual breakthrough came from Vivian Wu, who
realized that what was needed was not a vaccine -- the
Virus had already altered the DNA of the infected host
-- but a new counter-infection. With that insight
Mercedes could organize efforts to create a new virus
that would attack the modified DNA of the infected host
and modify the genes for intelligence in women yet
again. This would be merely applied lab work. Another
week or so would do the trick.
"Mechas! A call on the Red Line," Ayo informed
excitedly.
The President's broadly smiling face appeared on the
little screen once more. He looked happy -- entirely
too happy, Mercedes thought. "Good morning, Mercedes.
We've been thinking about you," the President said.
"Thank you, Mr. President. We have been doing
everything we can to defeat this thing. I'm happy to
tell you I think we are almost there."
"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about,
Mercedes. I've had the boys at NSA, DIA, OMB, and the
FRB looking into this Virus business. We've concluded
there's really nothing to worry about. In fact, they
tell me it's doing the country a lot of good. Why, the
new projections for Social Security show that the baby
explosion we've got going will have the Trust Fund in
the black for a century. So, I've decided to call off
your work out there. Of course I really do appreciate
what you and the girls have been trying to do and I'd
like you’ll to come to Washington in a few days and let
me show you just how grateful I am!"
"The pig!" thought Mercedes. Yeah, she could imagine
that "the boys" couldn't see anything wrong with a
world full of bimbo sex-pots. And she could guess how
the President intended to say, "Thank you," too. He'd
probably knock her up if Robert didn't beat him to it.
"Is this an official decision, Sir?" Mercedes inquired,
playing it straight.
"Of course, the whole Cabinet agrees, don't you, guys?"
The camera panned the oblong table where it was obvious
there was no dissent. Most of the men, trimmer and with
more hair than before, were nodding agreement. The
voluptuous and amazingly rejuvenated Secretary of
State, though, was not paying much attention,
apparently too busy pulling aside her panties to let
the Secretary of Defense give her a delightful little
finger fuck.
The Secretary of Labor was similarly distracted,
holding her miniskirt up to let the Secretary Housing
and Urban Development inspect her tummy. Proudly he was
patting the unmistakable little bulge that had resulted
from a late-night meeting at which had started when he
undertook the development, but would end only when she
went into labor.
The VP's wife was looking down over her enormous rack
in adoration at her husband who oozed earnestness as
she ran her fingers through his thick blond curls with
one hand while with the other she fingered her dripping
pussy.
The Secretary of Health and Human Services had no
complaints about the Virus's effects. Until a few weeks
ago, she hadn't gotten laid for years. Now with her
newly cinched waist and large firm boobs and having
started dressing like a woman again, Madam Secretary
found even her hunky interns giving her the eye. She
was pretty sure that Jack, the one she had taken home,
was just playing out a fuck-mommy fantasy every night,
but she didn't care what he was going on between his
ears, so long as what going on between his legs kept
her happy. She grinned, remembering his face when she
told him he had gotten "Mommy" pregnant!
The Attorney General's mind was elsewhere, as well,
planning the fiesta for that night. She bet she would
be the first Cabinet Secretary in history to pull a
train for the entire corps of US Attorneys AND three
Special Prosecutors.
Mercedes would have asked the First Lady's opinion, but
thought better of it when she noticed the top of a
blonde head bobbing up and down between the President's
legs.
"Sir, we have almost finished. I believe we can reverse
the worst effects of this bug, if you will just let us
continue," Mercedes pleaded without much hope.
"Sorry, my dear, I order you to stop work and unseal
the facility."
"In the name of humanity, Sir, I refuse."
"You'll have to open the facility Mercedes. We are
prepared for your intransigence. If you do not follow
my order, I will have the power cut. Soon you will be
without breathable air. Then you can choose between
becoming happy sexy women and asphyxiation. Have a nice
day!" A ruthless sleezebag, Mercedes concluded,
amending her earlier opinion.
"How long will our backup power last, Mary Jo?"
Mercedes asked, near desperation as the lights dimmed
briefly.
"The BATTERIES will last only about six hours, Mechas,"
the big girl grinned, "But I don't think all the
President's men remembered our flywheel. It weighs
seventeen tons and is spinning at 15,000 rpms. We can
draw power from that sucker for a week."
"And even after we open the air vents, we will still
have a day or so before the infection makes us... makes
us... too silly to work," Bridgett added.
"OK ladies. That gives us ten days. You know what you
have to do. Let's do it!" Mechas ordered.
*****
Ten days later Mercedes called everyone together for
the final meeting. Outside air had been coming into the
Bio-dome for seventy two hours and Mercedes could tell
she and all her team were infected. The physical
changes already were evident. Her own bust had
increased by two inches at least and a growing, giggly
horniness made it difficult to keep her mind on
business.
"Do you think it'll work?" Ayo asked. The large pretty
black woman had always been curvaceous, but in the last
two days she had become mouthwatering. "I'm not sure I
even care. I just want to get home to my Carlos. I'm
going to see if he still wants to screw those high
school girls he coaches when he's got a real woman."
She smirked and wiggled her tight, eye-popping butt.
"There's only one way to find out, ladies. Drink up!"
Mercedes indicated the small cups distributed around
the table and one by one each woman drank down the pink
liquid. "And that is that!" Mercedes said with
finality. "With your permission I suggest we wait until
tomorrow morning to unseal the main entrance. Right now
there is something I have been wanting to do for a long
time." A little cheer went up as Mercedes drew the
petite but curvy form of Vivian Wu into a sizzling kiss
that did not go unreciprocated.
The next morning the entrance opened by a time device
and allowed an armed SWAT team to storm into the Bio-
dome. The men felt considerable embarrassment when the
most threatening thing they found was rooms full of
semi-naked women lying asleep in each other's arms or
making slow, passionate love.
*****
"But, Vivian, can't you see, deconstruction of a text
ALWAYS requires attention to the semiotic conventions
of time and place. I find your attempt at a-historical
analysis futile, at best. A deeper analysis... uuh,
yes, a little deeper. DEEPER, Darling. You KNOW how
Mommy likes that. Oh, oooh, OOOOH!," Mercedes groaned,
not to Vivian, but to Robert, who had been dutifully
tonguing his wife's snatch to a series of gentle
orgasms while the two women talked.
This was Monday and Mercedes always started the week
over at Vivian's house discussing literary criticism.
Tuesday was philosophy with Ayo and Wednesday she used
for quantum cosmology with Bridgett. Thursday was
devoted to political science with Monica Lou; and on
Friday she and Mary Jo talked engineering. Weekends she
kept for herself -- and Robert except occasionally when
Christiane was out of town and she sent Jamie over for
safekeeping.
"Mechas, my dear, you simply fail to recognize the
importance of STRUCTURE. A hermeneutical exegesis of a
messages can no more be disguised by convention than
can the language in which it is transmitted. With a
little more time I know I can explain it to you. I'm
really so close. YES! So CLOSE. AYYYYY!"
Vivian paused in her discourse to allow a thunderous
orgasm to take her. She didn't mind the interruption,
as she always said a good come clears the head and
sharpens the analysis. Fortunately, in her husband
Leroy, Vivian had the services of one of the best
analysis sharpeners in the business. After a dozen or
so comes this afternoon she felt quiet well honed, but
a little sleepy, too. She looked over at the lolling
head of the beautiful, dark-skinned girl beside her and
smiled. Notwithstanding her friend's remonstrance,
Robert had Mercedes nearly orgasmed out.
A nod of Vivian's head sent the two men away to cook,
or change diapers, or whatever it was that men did when
they were not being used. Mercedes could see what her
sexy friend had in mind and scooted her face between
Vivian's legs. With a grace that comes from frequent
practice each woman deftly adjusted her pregnant belly
so the bulge did not prevent the other's easy access to
her pussy. Gently, they kissed and sucked each other to
a last sleepy orgasm of the afternoon.
*****
In the first interviews with the "Bio-dome Seventeen,"
as the media dubbed them, Mercedes and her team gave
the impression they knew exactly what they were doing
and fully expected the results. Some historians who
have looked carefully at the lab notes are not so sure
the investigators realized that the virus they created
would not only reverse the intelligence-destroying
effects of the first virus, but would actually make
women over twice as smart as men as it spread through
the population. Intended or not, the consequences are
those that we now see and enjoy.
Whereas the effects on women's minds are clearly the
results of the new infection, different theories
account for the changes in men's behavior. Some think
the new virus has made males less aggressive and,
therefore, easier for their women folk to keep at home.
Supporters of this theory point to the disappearance of
Bruce Willis and Mel Gibson movies, demands from men
for sequels to films based on Jane Austen novels, and
men's utter absorption by magazines like "House and
Garden." They also adduce changes in sports as well.
Football and other contact sports have disappeared, but
the boys do enjoy watching those top-heavy girls try to
figure skate.
Others suggest women have to keep men out of public
life in order to protect them from other women who are
not only smarter, but who can screw them into
submission at the slightest disagreement. Knowing men's
vulnerability, wives and girlfriends wisely keep them
home, where they are relatively safe from exploitation.
Imagine a man trying to turn down a saleslady if his
woman were to allow him to go out to buy his own
clothes! Why, she would just take him in the back of
the store and fuck him until he didn't know one side of
a credit card from the other.
Still other observers point out that men stay home
because for the first time in human history they can
have all the sex they want without having to go out to
slave, lie, steel, and kill to get it. With women in
charge, the world is so rich and peaceful it hardly
requires them to work. Since child rearing and
household chores are not their concern, women can
indulge themselves with large families. Occasionally, a
man may be reluctant to take on the burden of another
child, but that reluctance never lasts long when his
woman has decided he's going to make her pregnant
again.
Most people, however, feel there is really nothing to
explain. Everybody knows men just naturally want to let
their constantly pregnant wives keep them screwed silly
while they stay home and take care of their burgeoning
families. It is just another demonstration of the
Goodness of our Creator and Her divine Providence.
The End
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