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From: Homer Vargas <vargas111@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Girl from "Principles" 1 repost (MC, Fdom, FF, preg) 
Date: Sun, 20 Oct 2002 16:10:03 -0400
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Girl from "Principles"
Homer Vargas
Vargas111@hooyahooya.com
MC, Fdom, FF, preg
Point of View: First Person
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
Summary: Erotic adventures in the jungles of South
America.
First Posted 4/23/99
Last Edited 10/20/02 

Part I

Hi, again.  You may have heard about me from this nice
Mr. Vargas.  (No, I'm not going to tell you my name.) 
Several months ago he wrote about me in a story he
called "Principles" and it came out real nice.  If you
haven't already, maybe you should stop now and go read
that story at 

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Vargas/www/ 
on Kristen's page, or 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Vargas/

otherwise, some of what I am going to let Mr. Vargas
tell you now won't make much sense.

Back when I let Mr. Vargas write the first story,
everything about my life was wonderful.  I had a
wonderful husband -- my Josh -- who is also a
wonderful lover and a wonderful daddy to my ten
children and the wonderful father of nine of them. 
(See, that's what I mean about reading the other story
first!)  We were living in a beautiful house
surrounded by flowers in the capital of the South
American country where Josh worked for a major oil
company.  He was making sure the company didn't damage
the environment as they explored for oil.

Rachel and Courtney were happy in the seventh and
eighth grades of the International School and FAR too
popular with the local boys in the grades ahead of
them.  Steve, Roy, Beth, Ruthie, and Jennifer were in
elementary school and Jeffie was in kindergarten. 
Billy and Vickie were at that adorable rug-rat stage. 
Best of all, I had just found out that Josh had made
me pregnant again -- this time with no fuss.

The only problem was that Maria and Consuelo, who help
me with the house, Rosita, who helps look after the
babies, and even Lupe, our cook's 18 year-old daughter
all got pregnant about the same time I did.  I guess
it was the "dorm room" effect; the menstrual cycles of
women who live close together become synchronized. 
[Thanks for the word, Homer.] It didn't take too much
detective work to figure out who was responsible for
all those plump bellies from the way that Consuelo,
Maria, Rosita, and Lupe mooned at Josh every time they
saw him and the sheepish glances he returned.

Eventually they all confessed when I made it clear I
could hardly blame them and that I was upset only
about their poor timing.  Apparently it happened back
when I was in the hospital for a few days with a
parasite attack.  (Amazing!  Josh goes into the jungle
and eats snakes and bugs and never comes down with
anything.  I try to be careful and become a banquet
for a zoo of the little bichos.)  Josh and I worked
out that our Martita was conceived the night Josh
sneaked in to my hospital room after hours.  The nuns
who run the place wouldn't let him come back again at
any hour after they found him in bed with me "keeping
my spirits up" so well I was screaming at the top of
my lungs when he made me come.

Well, while Madam was away, her "faithful employees"
and Lupe, the little minx, decided to take compassion
on my poor horny husband (and I suppose find out if he
was really as good in the sack as they could guess
from my wild cries of passion every night as Josh
fucked me).  It wasn't difficult.  When Josh goes
several days without sex he gets preternaturally
horny.  [Stop putting words like that in my mouth,
Homer!]  That's one reason I always try to keep him
well nailed down -- that, and that I love fucking him.
 But after our little misadventure in the hospital,
Josh was high, dry, and spry.  Any woman -- especially
those four -- could see it.

Lupe offered to cook that weekend in place of her papa
who left for his home village.  With typical masculine
insight, Josh didn't notice anything out of the
ordinary when Consuelo and Rosita didn't take their
usual day off that Saturday, either.  Josh worked that
morning, but was home for lunch.  Lupe put on a
spread.  Rosita had bundled the older kids off to
their friends' houses for the weekend and the babies
-- well they were there for inspiration, I guess. 
Josh, I'm sure, suspected nothing, not that he didn't
enjoy having three pretty round women and one
eye-popping girl hovering over him.  He probably
thought nothing was amiss when he saw them all in
short flared skirts and ample bosoms showcased in
frilly blouses.  I'll bet his prick was thinking about
it, though.

Maria, who was orchestrating everything, made sure
that Josh had a second and then a third glass of wine
with his lunch.  She even slipped something in the
last glass that knocked him for a loop.  As soon as he
go up from lunch he wobbled, said he guessed he needed
a siesta, and headed off to bed -- just where the
horny bitches wanted him.  He later told me he didn't
remember Maria guiding him up stairs to our bedroom
and he even denies he knew that she helped him
undress.  But I don't believe he didn't know when she
slipped her warm brown body into bed with him and
helped herself to his cock!  She told me that even
half zonked he fucked her better than any man she'd
ever known.  That I believe!

Maria had intended to have a nice little ride and get
off.  Well, she got off -- so well that she didn't
want to get off; Consuelo and Rosa practically had to
drag her out of bed Josh so they could have their go
at him.  The four vixens took turns fucking my
out-of-it man all afternoon and night.  Josh says he
only really woke up the next morning when he
discovered Lupe astraddle him screaming obscenities at
the top of her lungs, as she rode him to more orgasms
than she could count.

Josh's embarrassed explanation for the rest of the
time until I came home was, "hanged for a farthing;
hanged for a pence."  [I don't understand that,
Homer.]  My fallen husband gladly let the minxes take
turns fucking him silly and he must have filled each
horny pussy full several times over.  I was only in
the hospital a few days, but it was enough for Josh to
put a baby in each of my "helpers."  Knowing how sexy
Josh is, though, I could understand the girls' wanting
Josh to make them pregnant; and knowing how horny Josh
is, I sure couldn't blame him.  I just made him
promise never to do it again.

"Oh, honey, of course not.  I promise I won't even
look at them!"

"Yes you will look; they'll make sure of that, and
you'll fuck them, too.  I know them too well.  Just
promise that you'll only fuck one of them bareback at
a time," I told him gravelly as I handed him a large
box of condoms.  "From now on, no more than two
pregnant at once," I admonished.  You should have seen
that smile!

That was a happy time.  The house was getting back to
normal after my Marta, Maria's Mario-Jesus, Consuelo's
Jesus-David, Rosa's Ramon-Jesus, and Lupe's
Gabriel-Jesus were born.  ("Josh," in Spanish they
told me is "Jesus.")  Fortunately, three maternal
grandmothers appeared to help out with the five new
babies, although they also helped them selves to my
Josh.  By the time they went home, the grandmothers
were all working on younger uncles and aunts for their
new grandchildren to play with.

That's about the time the trouble started.  There was
a charity ball at the Petroleum Club that brought
together people from all the oil companies and local
elite.  I was well along toward getting my figure back
after Marta and dressed accordingly in a little black
number and high heels.  It was pretty short and I'll
admit I looked and felt hot.  I kept glancing
appreciatively at the bulge in Josh's pants as he
drove us to the club, trying unsuccessfully to keep
his eyes on the road.  I started wondering if I should
be thinking of a name.

I'll dance with anyone, so I thought nothing of it
when Bull Parker, the company project manager, asked
me onto the floor.  I knew he and Josh were rivals
because I had heard enough of their arguments, but I
wasn't thinking about that as Bull pulled me into his
arms.  It was sort of flattering to feel a big brawny
man get a hard-on just from being near a thirty-one
year old mother of eleven kids.  Bull is quite a good
dancer and it was easy to just relax and let him lead
wherever he would.  Therefore I was surprised when I
suddenly found myself alone with him on an isolated
balcony with his hand on my boobs.

Now I'm a pretty short-fused girl, and yes, he was
turning me on.  But, no, I wasn't that stupid. 
Besides, I sensed that this wasn't about lust; it was
about power.  Bull wanted to fuck me because I was
Josh's wife.  I told him quietly to stop, then not so
quietly and finally I slapped him as hard as I could. 
He grabbed my shoulders and I screamed.  Suddenly
there was a commotion.  Josh was at my side and Bull
Parker was lying on the floor with a little blood
trickling out of his nose.

It was an ugly scene, but I never realized it would
have the consequences it did.  Two weeks later, I got
word that on a trip to inspect a new drilling site,
the boat Josh was in overturned and only Bull Parker's
men came back.  I was almost too crushed to be
suspicious, but I was.  The search was continuing, but
with Bull Parker's men in charge of it, I doubted they
were looking very hard doubts.

Strangely, with Josh gone, Bull seemed a different
person, genuinely interested in trying to find at
least some trace of Josh and solicitous of my
feelings.  As the weeks wore on, I found my suspicions
diminish and myself warming to him.  I guess he could
tell, and one night after dinner at my house and a
second glass of wine in me, I let him kiss me.  That
was a mistake, because a kiss wasn't enough for either
of us.  I hadn't been fucked for weeks and couldn't
resist when his hand found my nipple.  I was squirming
even before he slipped a finger into my panties.  I
was headed for a come and who knows what else when,
most uncharacteristically Marta started crying. 
Although I knew Rosita would take care of whatever it
was, it broke the spell, thank goodness.  I pushed
Bull away and resolved not to let this happen again.

Bull persisted in a fairly nice way and I realized
that, as hot as I am, sooner or later, I would give
in.  I just can't live without a man.  But I also knew
that if I let Bull take me as his mistress, it was
over for me and Josh even if by some miracle he were
found.  I could not accept that.  If I had to have a
man and I couldn't have Bull, there was only one
alternative: another man.  And the other man was
obvious -- my cook, Don Roberto.

As Bull came to see that his sweetness campaign wasn't
working, a crueler side of him re-emerged.  I came to
learn that he had a native woman from a down-river
tribe in his house at the base camp.  Apparently she
had been captured by some of Bull's men and he was
keeping her, almost as a sex slave.  Worse yet, he had
made her pregnant.  I threatened to raise a stink and
made him bring her back to the capital to live with me
until the baby was born and we could send her back to
her people.

The girl's name was Shana and she was very grateful to
me for rescuing her from Bull.  She tried to help
around the house and I let her some, but mainly I
insisted she rest and recover from Bull's hard
treatment of her.  The longer she stayed with us the
more Spanish she learned and soon we were able to
communicate pretty well.

One day I asked her about her home village and tribe. 
She looked at me as if trying to decide if she should
tell me.  Apparently she decided I was trustworthy and
began her tale.  It was so outlandish, I did not know
whether to believe it or even if I had understood her
correctly.  She said she was from a tribe of women,
only women.  Occasionally they were lucky enough to
capture a man whom they "tamed" for doing heavy work
but mainly for breeding.  When I asked why, she said
that only girl babies were born from these unions and
she did not even think it was strange.  (Homer thinks
it might must be something in the food the tribe eats
or a genetic trait.)

Moreover, just before she had been kidnapped by Bull's
men, she went on to say they had acquired a new man, a
white man.  He had not actually been captured, but
rescued from the river.  The whole tribe had rejoiced
at this favor of the gods.  I questioned her more
carefully about when this white man had appeared and
where her village lay and realized that everything
fit.  The man could be, no, I knew it *must be* Josh. 
I was thrilled.  I realized, however, that Josh had
gotten there through Bull Parker's designs and I could
not disclose what I had found out without putting both
Josh and the women in danger.  I made Shana promise to
let me go with her when she returned to her tribe. 
She was very happy that I wanted to see her village.

Hoping -- knowing -- I might one day find Josh was a
great relief, but it didn't solve my immediate problem
of what to put between my legs.  Oh, I had a nice
collection of toys and spent a small fortune on
batteries, but it wasn't the same.  I needed a man.

I didn't even need to seduce Don Roberto.  It had long
been obvious he liked looking at his sexy Madam.  And
he had been very sweet since Josh's disappearance. 
When I appeared in his room one afternoon during
siesta, he didn't have to ask why I was there.  I
couldn't make love to him; I could love only Josh, but
we did have sex, tender and passionate sex, and we
didn't miss many afternoons or nights from then on.

I can guess what you're thinking, but no, I did not
let him make me pregnant.  I took the precaution of
going on the pill two weeks before I first visited Don
Roberto.  We both knew what this was -- Madam
fulfilling a basic feminine need with a kind and
gentle man who, fortunately, was a good lover.  The
women of the house understood, too.  I think even Don
Roberto's wife, whom I insisted he visit twice a
month, understood.  *She* was the one who got
pregnant.

Life dropped back into a routine.  Everyone missed
Josh, but there was nothing I could do until it was
time to take Shana back to her village.  My only
concern was to make sure that the children, especially
my precocious [Knock it off, Homer!] Courtney and
Rachel didn't find out that Mommy was having the cook
fuck her silly every afternoon.  They might decide to
do the same with the older boys.  If they weren't
already.  I decided to get them on the pill, too

Although Shana was happy to be well cared for, and she
was certainly glowing with health and her pregnancy, I
could tell she seemed troubled.  I asked her what was
wrong, but she was reluctant to tell me.  At last she
reached over and took my hand and told me how sorry
she was.  I smiled, telling her not to worry, that she
had made me very happy by giving me hope that my man
was alive.  She shook her head.  That was not what she
meant.

"It is not right that you who have been so good to me
should not be with child again.  If we were in my
village, I could gather herbs to help you.  It is not
proper for your servant to give children to your
subjects and not to his Queen."

"My servant?  His Queen?"  I thought for a moment and
was stunned.  Of course!  Shana thought of our
household as a kind of small village of women with one
man-servant and me as queen.  She knew I had Roberto
fucking me and she assumed I was trying to get
pregnant.  I almost laughed aloud until the
implications of the rest of what she said sunk in. 
"Give children to my subjects?"  My God!  It made
sense.  I wasn't the only woman who missed Josh and,
now that I thought about it, Roberto wasn't always as
ardent as I had expected.  And . . . and what about my
"subjects?"  Damn!  I should have noticed: Maria,
Consuelo, and Rosa were all starting to put on a
little weight again.

I didn't have time to get mad because Shana was still
talking.  "Even without the herbs, I can help you, my
Queen."

Things were getting out of control.  How could I
explain to Shana that I didn't want to be pregnant? 
She would never be able to understand that.  Could I
refuse her assistance?  Tell her I'd gotten myself
pregnant eleven times already without her help, thank
you?  Yet clearly, from her point of view, I did need
"help."  She was offering it with such sincerity, with
such love and concern for me.  I smiled and nodded my
agreement.

I had no idea what her assistance would consist of,
but the very next afternoon as I was about to go sneak
out back for my daily fuck with Don Roberto, Shana
stopped me.  She shook her head and led me to my own
bedroom.  Had she set up a tryst there?  No, it was
empty, though the sheets were turned back in
preparation for use.  She led me to the bed and began
gently to undress me.

Partly out of curiosity and partly to humor her, I
allowed her to continue.  I noticed that she wasn't
too careful about the way she removed my blouse and
then my bra; her hands were touching me, almost as if
she were feeling me up.  Then her hands loosed my
skirt and tugged at my panties.  Again, her hands were
rubbing my buttocks and massaging between my thighs.

With no effort Shana laid me naked on the bed and
knelt beside me.  "My Queen must be readied.  She must
make a warm nest for the baby."

Before I could ask what she meant, I found out. 
Suddenly her mouth was suckling my breast, making my
nipple pop up even as her hand found its way between
my legs and began to tease my pussy.  I guess just the
sexy way she had undressed me already had me more
aroused than I knew, because as soon as she put her
finger in me, I realized I was wet.

Soon I was wetter.  This girl knew how to please a
woman.  If I hadn't been horny out of my mind, I
probably would have been thinking that I had never
done this before and that maybe I wouldn't like it. 
But I wasn't thinking that -- or anything.  I was just
gasping from the sensations that flooded over me as
Shana worked my titties with her lips and tongue. 
Carefully she inserted two and then three fingers into
my gushing pussy, bringing me closer and closer to...

"Ahhhhiiiiiieee!"  I screamed as I came.  Hard! 
Shatteringly!  I felt I couldn't breath for a few
seconds.  I did not understand what Shana was cooing
in her own language, but the meaning was clear. 
"Relax, baby.  You've just had a good come.  Enjoy the
afterglow."  I could do nothing more -- or so I
thought.  But then I felt Shana's fingers in me again
and her head slip between my legs, which seemed to
open all by themselves to receive her.

If having her finger me to orgasm was wonderful, what
can I say about her eating me?  I won't try, but in no
time I was again braying in ecstasy as her tongue on
my clit shot wave after wave of electricity through
me.  I know I must have passed out, at least for a few
seconds.

It must have been for more than a few, because when I
next opened my eyes, Shana was standing beside me
holding a naked Don Roberto by the hand.  It was
weird, as if the two of us didn't know how to fuck and
Shana was showing us, step by step.  He seemed as
passive as I as she positioned him between my legs and
guided his prick into me.  That it slid in easily was
obvious, juiced-up as I was from two of the most
powerful orgasms I had ever experienced.  Then, like
some obscene parody of a gym coach, she directed the
movements of his prick in and out of me.

Shana must have had some kind of magic to adjust Don
Roberto's thrusts to my response, although I suppose
she was only observing me closely.  In seconds I was
on the edge of another orgasm -- and stayed there! 
And stayed.  And stayed!  I would have pleaded for
release but the moment itself was too perfect -- not
that I think I could have gotten words out, anyway.  I
was in another world.  Nothing existed in that world
except my pussy and a huge prick that was fucking me
as I had never been fucked.  When I thought these
sensations were more than I could take, I was
overwhelmed by yet another: Shana expertly rubbing my
clit in perfect time with Don Roberto's in-and-out
motions.

When this orgasm broke over me, it wasn't a wave it
was a tsunami.  [Homer!]  To say "I came" would be
misleading.  I did nothing.  It just happened to me. 
I was tossed, thrown, punched.  I was FUCKED!

I don't remember Don Roberto's reactions, so caught up
was I in my own orgasm.  I'll bet it was a doozy, but
by the time I could focus on anything not between my
legs, Don Roberto was gone.  Only Shana remained,
smiling down at me.  I felt full to overflowing with
fuck.  Shana seemed to be of the same opinion and
wanted me to stay that way.  Gently she made me lift
my butt enough to slip pillows under me.  I was a
little uncomfortable, but she had a cure for that too.
 A gentle stroking of my clit made me forget
everything again.  She spoke softly to me again, but I
only understood "My Queen...my Queen."  As a final
soft orgasm flowed over me like a warm bath and I
drifted off to sleep, I vaguely suspected I had been
"tamed."

I didn't wake up until the next morning, although I
had the dozy idea that Don Roberto had come to my bed
again that night and fucked me senseless, except that
I was *already* senseless. .  And I sort of remembered
that afterwards I had slept in Shana's arms.  But when
I finally got out of bed, I knew I had been fucked --
long, hard, and well.  I felt so good, I couldn't
believe it.  I had no doubt that if I had not been on
the pill, I would be pregnant.  And if there was ever
a candidate for contraceptive failure, I guess I was
it.

Shana didn't take such a "hands on" supervision of all
my fucks over the next few days, but she let everyone
know who was in charge of getting Madam's pussy
properly filled.  And even when my pills called for me
to have my period (it was sooo sweet to see how
disappointed she was) she continued to sleep with me. 
Soon enough Shana taught me how to lick, and nuzzle,
and tongue her to orgasms that made her squeak with
joy.  We weren't lezzies, but we sure did a good
imitation.

Before she could be disappointed by my next "period,"
Shana went into labor.  Maybe it was all those
orgasms, but it was really easy.  She told me one day
after lunch her water had broken and we had her in the
clinic a half hour later.  By sundown Shana was
nursing a beautiful little girl that looked nothing
like Bull Parker, fortunately.

To be Continued

Comments to (please)
Homer Vargas
Vargas111@yahoo.com


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http://www.eroticstories.com (Thanks, Art)
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Vargas/www/stories.html (Thanks Kristen)

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