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Subject: {ASSM} Summer Holidays: Epilogue ( MC, Mdom, preg)
Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2002 00:10:02 -0500
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Author: Homer Vargas
Title: Summer Holidays: An Epilogue
Keywords: MC, Mdom, preg
Summary: What happens after Downing Street's story,
"Summer Holidays?"
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
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intact.
First Posted
Last Edited 12/06/02


I hope everyone has read and enjoyed "Summer Holidays"
(published on mcstories.com) by Downing Street, a
sequel to his fabulous "Lovebright Academy." (ibid.) 
In that earlier story, Downing Street left out some
critical elements, which I felt compelled to revise in
my "Lovebright Academy: the Real Story."

Now it's happened again, although this time I think it
must be from ignorance of what went on AFTER the
conclusion of "Summer Holidays."  You should, of
course read Downing Street's story first, because it
was complete as far as it went (and a great story!),
but afterwards ...  With Downing Street's permission,
I give you:

SUMMER HOLIDAYS: An Epilogue (MC, Mf, Ff, preg, humor)
By Homer Vargas
Vargas111@yahoo.com

Jimmy lay with closed eyes soaking up the sun of the
long July days that were marching slowly toward
August.  Here by the pool at the sumptuous home of the
parents of Cloeme De Winter, his current girlfriend,
it would be hard NOT to feel some self satisfaction
with his accomplishments.  Certainly the De Winter
family was happier than ever before.

Philip De Winter's import-export business, where Jimmy
helped out occasionally advising Philip, had been
transformed from a stodgy, post-imperial holdover into
a vibrant, Twenty-First Century emporium.  New staff,
mainly hot young women, had introduced fresh life and
a trendy, almost racy dress code to the old firm. 
Profits had soared and generous bonuses made the new
employees more than pleased to be working for such an
enlightened entrepreneur as Philip De Winter.  Nor
were the young women shy about showing their
appreciation to Philip and occasionally to Jimmy
himself.  Mr. De Winter usually had to set aside a
whole afternoon with each grateful employee.

Felicia De Winter had changed even more.  No longer
the rigid, uptight matron, she had become the
affectionate, fun-loving wife Philip had always
wanted.  Her new wardrobe of short, clingy skirts and
high heels in brilliant colors was emblematic of her
new jue de vie.  She had a lot to be happy about. 
Every night she was getting screwed silly by a
surprisingly rejuvenated Mr. De Winter.  Then, too,
she had discovered that, far from being a vile and
degrading practice, allowing Philip to eat her snatch
to orgasm after orgasm, before and after he had filled
her, was altogether delightful.  She even found
herself moved to reciprocate.  A nice 69 before
breakfast had become her, and of course Philip's,
favorite way to start the day.  Best of all, she had
Jimmy to top her up most days at siesta time.

And Amber.  Jimmy was most pleased about the
improvement in Amber's status.  From being a
frightened and underpaid house slave, she had become a
valued and well-remunerated domestic employee.  She,
too, knew how to show gratitude to Mr. De Winter,
usually in the den when he arrived each evening and
occasionally to Jimmy, whose "good vibes" she knew
were somehow responsible for the change in her
fortune.

Yes, everything was going well and Jimmy might well
have allowed things to drift along, as it were, in the
gentle summer breezes, giving no thought that this
idyllic holiday would ever come to an end.  But Jimmy
was a conscientious young man.  He was concerned that
all this carefully crafted happiness might crumble
once he and Cleome returned to school.  People had a
way of falling back into their dysfunctional habits if
they had nothing to anchor them to their new
lifestyle.  Jimmy was particularly worried about
Amber.  Would Mr. De Winter continue to be as generous
with the girl after Jimmy was gone?  Especially if
Mrs. De Winter reverted to HER old ways?  Quite
probably, no.  Amber needed something to cement the
bond with Phillip De Winter, something she could share
with Felicia, something to make her a more integral
member of the family.

And Felicia De Winter.  Jimmy knew that at bottom she
was not a bad woman.  Her former hauteur and
self-centerdness resulted mainly from boredom. 
Felicia lacked a purpose in life and it made her
flighty and shallow.  Mrs. De Winter needed a goal,
something to absorb her energies and take her outside
herself.

But that would be difficult so long as Felicia was
exposed to the influence of the ladies of the Art
Auxiliary.  Oh, they were OK right now, meeting weekly
at the De Winter home for drinks of Amber's special
punch, exchanging hilarious bedroom stories about how
their new wardrobes, hairstyles and, in some cases,
surgical enhancement, had prompted their husbands to
nightly paroxysms of sex.  Yet Jimmy feared trouble
when the summer was over.  Like Mrs. De Winter, these
women needed something to occupy their attention and
distract them from petty gossip and competition over
their possessions and their husbands' careers.

Jimmy was aware that he had his work cut out for him. 
He was of half a mind to take matters into his own
hands, but he realized that in these cases it was
better to work indirectly.  He would have to begin a
series of talks with Amber, with Mr. and Mrs. De
Winter, and with the ladies of the Art Auxiliary. 
Summer was more than half gone and time was of the
essence.  He would begin ...

Jimmy's reverie was interrupted by a small, soft hand
insinuating its way under the waistband of his swim
trunks.  Cleome had awakened and had scoonched even
closer to him, pressing her pert breasts tightly
against his side.  Somehow her top had come off and
Jimmy could feel the urgency of her hard nipples.  He
would have to hurry; Felicia would be expecting him in
her bed shortly.  "Jimmy, honey, you haven't done me
since breakfast.  I'm so horny."  Jimmy wondered if
perhaps Cleome had drunk too much of Amber's orange
juice this morning, but there was no remedying that
now.  Her hands were tugging insistently at his trunks
and he was only barely able to pull a sheet over them
to prevent the obvious from becoming explicit.  "Oh
Jimmy, baby, fuck me.  I need it so bad," she pleaded
as she impaled herself on his erection.

He would begin ... tomorrow.

*****

How time had flown!  Felicia could hardly believe that
more than three months had slipped by since the last
gathering of the Art Auxiliary.  Events had conspired
to keep the group apart since back in the middle of
the school holiday.  First, almost everyone had
suddenly decided to go on long August vacations. 
Felicia herself practically had to drag Philip away
from his beloved business.  She had made sure he
didn't regret the three weeks in Barbados, although
for modesty's sake they didn't get much of a tan.  The
lovebirds hadn't fucked that much since their
honeymoon.  By the time they had returned it was the
end of summer and many members, like Felicia, were
busy packing their children off to boarding school or
university.  Finally there was shopping.  Lord, it was
difficult to keep up the same level of sexy allure in
fall fashions as it had with skimpy summer clothes. 
And then Felicia found she had to go out and buy still
another set.

So here it was almost Halloween, but at last everyone
could be assembled.  Amber had prepared the punch that
everyone remembered so fondly.  Felicia was so much
looking forward to the party.  Especially with her
surprise.

Nicole Loring was the first to arrive, several minutes
early.  Felicia hardly recognized the woman.  Nicole
had never been as prudish about dressing as Felicia
used to be, but this outfit was practically obscene. 
The red leather miniskirt barely covered the
essentials.  She still wore matching four-inch red
spike summer sandals that exposed her brightly painted
toes, notwithstanding the nip in the air.  The
sheerest of black stockings caressed her shapely legs.
 Her blouse conspired more to display than to conceal
her breasts, which seemed to be larger than Felecia
remembered them.  And she was glowing.

Felicia led her friend to the living room and soon the
two women were seated facing each other, each grinning
like the cat that had swallowed the canary.  "I've
just got to tell you first," both women blurted
simultaneously.  They paused in surprise and giggled.

"What is it?" both asked.

"You'll never guess!" they replied in unison.

"You don't mean ..." the two women gasped.

"Yes, it's true!" they squealed together.

"I'm PREGNANT!"

*****

Several hours, numerous pitchers of punch, and
uncounted platters of canapés later, a roomful of
happy, tipsy women were giggling and exchanging
stories like teen-age girls at a sleepover.

"Fred was so funny about it," Cindy Van Dorn
confessed.  "As soon as I mentioned that I might even
be WILLING to have another baby, he raced upstairs,
cut my diaphragm to slivers, and flushed my pills down
the toilet.  The silly boy didn't know a woman's
fertility does not return for weeks, and of course I
didn't tell him," she giggled.  "He didn't let me out
of bed the whole weekend.  I was sore that Monday, but
it was worth it."

"You TOLD him?" Alice Court chucked.  "I just dumped
my pills and booked a cruse for Paul and me around my
estimated time of fertility.  I didn't ask permission;
I just came back with his baby right here," she
announced triumphantly, patting her tummy.

"I don't know what happened," Constance Mason
admitted.  "I had always told Arthur very firmly that
I would NOT have another child, but during our August
holiday in the mountains, I kind of forgot to take my
pills.  And I was so horny all the time, I was
practically raping him morning and night, hardly in a
good bargaining position to insist he wear a condom. 
I was as shocked as Arthur was overjoyed when I missed
my period."

"'Horny' is the word," agreed Agatha Carrolton.  "I
thought I was eager BEFORE Ralph knocked me up, but
now I'm insatiable."

"Me, too," agreed Grace Bradock, "But I've got two
happy school boys who take turns tiding me over in the
afternoons until Peter gets home each night."

"Oh, you witches!" exclaimed Felicia.  "All this sexy
talk has given me a wonderful idea ..."

*****

When Philip arrived Amber quickly escorted him to the
living room entrance.  The scene unfolding before
their eyes was an astounding one.  It had begun when
Felicia suggested they compare incipiently bulging
tummies and swelling tits.  By now all eight women
were stripped down to noting but their stockings and
heels.  It was a draw between the couples that favored
the pussy-to-pussy scissors grind versus those who
felt a 69 was the surest way to continuous orgasm.

"See.  I told you we wouldn't have to worry," Amber
whispered to Philip who was goggle-eyed watching his
wife alternately scream, mew, and gurgle ecstatically
in the arms of Nicole Loring.  He almost jerked
Amber's arm off as he hauled her toward the den.

Sometime later, Amber, having her pussy munched to a
series of satisfying orgasms, was astride Phillip De
Winter who was panting on the brink of his own orgasm.
 Smiling slyly, Amber dropped into the character she
knew would send the poor man into orbit.  "You love
Mommy Felicia, don't you Daddy?"

"Huh?" the distracted man groaned.  "Yes. <gasp> Of
course I love her, Amber."

"I mean you must REALLY love her?"

"Yes ... yes ... ,<pant> ... do love her."

"You loved Mommy enough to make a baby in her, didn't
you Daddy?"  Amber felt her employer's engorged cock
swell even more inside her.

"Huuu?" was the most insightful response his
sex-addled brain could come up with.

"You wanted Mommy to have a round pregnant belly and
big milky boobies for you to love, didn't you, Daddy?"

"Ohmygod! ... Amber!" he shuddered.

"Do you love your little Amber, Daddy?"

"Love? ... Amber? <gasp> Yes, ... yes," he croaked as
Amber picked up the pace just slightly.

"Wouldn't you like to give your little Amber a big
belly, too, Daddy?"

"Oh, Amber, honey!  What are you doing to me?"

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to, Daddy,"
said as he rode him.  "But I stopped taking those old
pills you have been buying for me.  I though that now
Mommy is having a baby for you, maybe you'd want to
give your little Amber a baby, too."

"Amberrrr!"

"If you do, Daddy, I promise I'll let you drink the
milk from my boobies.  Would you like that, Daddy?"

"Amber, please!  Honey!" Phillip squawked, panic and
desire in his voice.

"Would you like to get your little Amber pregnant? 
You didn't put on a condom today, Daddy.  Does that
mean you want your big bare cock to pump little Amber
full of your baby juice?"

"No, Amber. ... Yes Amber. ... Ohhhhhhhh!" came the
man's tormented cry,

"You DO, don't you Daddy?  I can feel it!  You want to
knock up your little Amber.  You want to put your baby
in me and make my little tummy real big!"

"Amberrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Philip screeched and
started bucking uncontrollably.

"Yes, Daddy!  Yes!  You're doing it.  You're going to
make me so preggie!  I can feel you shoot, Daddy right
into my fertile little pussy.  Oh thank you, Daddy. 
Thank youuuuuuuuu!" she cooed as the flood of hot
semen triggered her own orgasm.

Later that night Philip worried how he would survive
if Amber was a horny during pregnancy as Felicia was. 
But with his cock still resting in the semen-filled
pussy of his wife, it didn't worry him long.

*****

Wreathes of spruce, holly, and twinkling lights
adorned the large De Winter living room.  The
thoughtful hostess had thrown soft warm mats onto the
floor for the comfort of her guests.  Uncounted quarts
of non-alcoholic eggnog had been consumed that
afternoon by Felicia's responsible guests.  These
gatherings had become more frequent as the eight
weeping pussies needed more and more attention as
their bellies expanded.  Much as their husbands loved
to try keeping their horny pregnant wives satisfied,
they were, after all, only men.

The women were relaxing with a few final lazy orgasms
before heading off into the frosty air when Felicia
got to her feet.  "Girls, before you go, I have a some
happy news," the hostess announced.  "Nicole, pay
attention, please" she hissed under her breath,
shoving the face of her too-avid friend from between
her legs.  Around the room seven pairs of
heavy-lidded, climax-sated eyes looked up at her.

"I'd like us to welcome a belated member to our Joy
Luck club," she paused.  "Come in here, sweetie."

At first there was stunned silence, then "Uuuu's" and
"Ahhh's" and "Isn't she ADORABLE!" broke out as Amanda
stepped into the center of the room.  Proudly the
young maid lifted her short skirt and apron, showing
her bare belly and pretty puss.  Felicia smiled and
held out her hand.  Amber tripped over to the older
woman who drew her down and gaily patted the girl's
just-visible bulge.  "Since *I* didn't go straight
from birth control to fertility pills like SOME
people," she smiled at Emma McPherson and Jane
Farragut who were contemplating bellies hugely
stretched with twins and triplets, respectively, "I'm
only having one this time.  So Phillip decided Amber
could have one of his babies, too.  I know you'll all
do your part to make Amber feel a part of the group."

While the little group applauded, Nicole's eyes lit
up.  Crawling rapidly to the youngster she thrust her
head between the girl's thighs.  Amber shuddered as
Nicole's tongue found her clit and an orgasm rolled
over her.  Just as Jimmy told her, everything was
working just fine.

The End

Comments, please, to 
Homer Vargas,
Vargas111@yahoo.com


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