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From: Homer Vargas <vargas111@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} [ASSD] Summer Holiday: Epilogue (MC, MF. preg)
Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2000 00:10:04 -0500
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SUMMER HOLIDAYS: Epilogue

Everyone enjoyed, I am sure "Summer Holidays" by
Downing Street, a sequel to his fabulous "Lovebright
Academy."  In that earlier story, Downing Street some
critical elements, which I felt compelled to add in my
"Lovebright Academy: the Real Story."  Unfortunately,
He'd done it 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 that
story first because it was complete as far as it went
but ....

SUMMER HOLIDAYS: Epilogue
By Homer Vargas
Vargas111@yahoo.com

Jimmy lay with closed eyes soaking up the sun of the
long July days that were slipping toward August.  Here
by the pool at the home of the rich parents of his
current girlfriend it would be tempting to feel some
self satisfaction with his accomplishments.  Certainly
the de Winter family was more laid back and libidinous
and therefore happier than before.


Phillip 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, up-to-date emporium.  New staff,
mainly hot young women, had introduced new life and a
trendy, almost racy dress code to the old firm.
Profits had soared and generous bonuses made the new
employees happy to be working for such an enlightened
boss as Philip De Winter.  The young women were not
shy about showing their gratitude to Mr. De Winter and
occasionally to Jimmy also.  Mr. De Winter usually
scheduled a whole afternoon with each grateful
employee.

Felicia De Winter had changed, too.  No longer a
rigid, uptight, and matronly, she had become a fun-
loving, happy wife.  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 Phillip to eat her to
orgasm after orgasm was altogether delightful and she
found herself moved to reciprocate.  A nice 69 before
breakfast had become her favorite way to wake up in
the morning.  Of course she had Jimmy to top her up
most days at siesta time.

And Amber.  Jimmy was most pleased about the
improvement in Amber's situation.  From 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 as well as to Jimmy,
whose "good vibes" she knew were somehow responsible.

Yes, everything was sailing along peacefully, and
Jimmy might well have allowed things to proceed,
propelled by the gentle summer breeze, not thinking
that this idyllic holiday would ever come to an end.
But Jimmy was a responsible 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 more strongly to Mr. De Winter,
something she could share with Felicia De Winter,
something to make her more a member of the family.

And Felicia De Winter.  Jimmy felt that at bottom she
was not a bad woman.  Her hauteur and self-centredness
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 out of herself.

But that would be difficult so long as she 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 and exchanging hilarious
bedroom stories about how their new wardrobes,
hairstyles and, in some cases, surgical enhancement,
had prompted their husbands to a new interest in sex.
Yet Jimmy feared trouble when the summer was over.
Like Mrs. De Winter, the women needed something to
occupy their attention and distract them from
gossiping and competing over their possessions and
their husbands' careers.

Jimmy realised he had his work cut out for him.  He
was of half a mind to take matters into his own hands,
but he realised 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
that insinuated its way under the waistband of his
swim trunks.   Cleome had awakened and had scoonched
near to him, pressing her pert breasts tightly against
his side.  "Jimmy, honey, you haven't done me since
breakfast.  I'm so horny."  Jimmy wondered if perhaps
she had had too much of Amber's orange juice this
morning, but there was no remedying that now.  Her
hands were tugging successfully 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
three months had slipped by since the last gathering
of the Art Auxiliary.  Events had conspired to keep
them apart since the middle of the school holiday.
First almost everyone had suddenly decided to go on a
long August vacation.  Felicia nearly had to drag
Phillip way fro his beloved business, but she had made
sure he didn't regret the three weeks in Barbados,
though because of modesty they didn't get much of a
tan.  The lovebirds hadn't fucked that much since
their honeymoon.  Then came the opening of school and
many members had teens to pack off.  And shopping.
Lord, it was difficult to keep up the same level of
allure in fall fashions as they had with skimpy summer
clothes.  And then Felicia 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
news.

Nichole Loring was the first to arrive, several
minutes early.  Felicia hardly recognised her.
Nichole had never been as prudish about dressing as
Felicia, but this outfit was practically obscene.  The
red leather miniskirt barely covered the essentials.
She wore matching four-inch red spike sandals that
exposed her painted toes, notwithstanding the nip in
the air, and the sheerest of black stockings caressed
her shapely legs.  Her blouse conspired more to
display than to conceal her large breasts.  And she
was glowing.  Felicia led her to the livingroom 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," both women said
simultaneously.  They paused and giggled in surprise.

"What?" both asked.

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

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

"Yes!" they squealed.  "I'm pregnant!"

***

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

"Fred was so funny," Cindy Van Dorn confessed.  "As
soon as I mentioned that I might like to have another
child, her raced upstairs cut my diaphragm to slivers
and flushed my pills down the toilet.  The silly boy
doesn't know fertility does not return immediately,
and of course I didn't tell him.  He didn't let me out
of bed the whole weekend.  I was sore on Monday, but
it was worth it."

"You TOLD him?" Alice Court chucked.  I just dumped my
pills and booked a cruse for three weeks hence.  I
guarantee you a came back with Paul's baby in my
belly," she announced triumphantly.

"I don't know what happened," Constance Mason
admitted.  "I had told Arthur very firmly that I would
NOT have another child, but sometime in August I kind
of forgot to take my pills.  And I was so horny I was
practically raping him morning and night.  I was as
surprised and Arthur was pleased 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 Braddock, "But I've got two
happy schoolboys who take turns tiding me over until
Peter arrives each night.

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

***

When Phillip arrived Amber quickly escorted him to the
livingroom.  The scene unfolding before their eyes was
an astounding one.  It had begun when Felicia had
suggested they all examine each other's incipiently
bulging tummies and swelling tits, but by now all
eight women were stripped down to noting but their
stockings and heels.  It was a draw between those that
favoured the pussy-to-pussy grind versus those who
felt a 69 was the surest way to continuous orgasm.
"See.  I told you we wouldn't have to hurry," Amber
told Phillip who was goggle-eyed watching his wife
alternately scream, mew and gurgle ecstatically in the
arms of Nicole Loring.  Phillip almost jerked Amber's
arm off as he pulled her toward the den.

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

"Huh?" he groaned.  "Yes. <gasp> Of course I do"

"I mean you REALLY love her?"

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

"You loved Mommy enough to make a baby in her, didn't
you Daddy?  Amber felt Phillip's engorged cock swell
even more inside her.  "You want to see Mommy with a
round pregnant belly and big milky boobies for you to
love, don't you, Daddy?"

"Ohmygod! ... Amber"

"Do you love your little Amber, Daddy?"

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

"Would 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.
But I stopped taking those old pills in case you want
to put a baby in your little Amber.  Would you like
that, Daddy?"

"Amber, please!  Honey."

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

"No, Amber. ... Yes Amber. ... Ohhhhhhhh!"

"You DO, don't you Daddy?  I can feel it.  You want
your little Amber preggers with your baby making my
little tummy real big!"

"Amberrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Philip screeched and
started bucking uncontrollably.

"Yes, Daddy!  Yes!  Knock me up, Please!  I can feel
you shoot, Daddy right into my fertile little pussy.
Oh thank you, Daddy.  Thank youuuuuuuuu!" she cooed
before the flood of hot semen triggered her own
orgasm.

***

Wreathes of spruce, holly, and twinkling lights
adorned the large De Winter livingroom.  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 and the women were relaxing with a few final
lazy orgasms before heading off into the frosty air.
"Girls, before you go, I have a some happy news,"
Felicia announced.  "Grace, please" she whispered and
pushed the avid woman's face from between her legs.
Around the room heavy-lidded, sated eyes looked up at
her.

"I'd like you to welcome a new belated member to the
Joy Luck club," she paused.  "Amber, come in here,
please."

At first there was stunned silence, then "Uuuu's" and
"Ahhh"s and "Isn't she CUTE!" broke out as the young
maid stepped into the room and proudly lifted her
short skirt and apron, showing her pretty pantyless
puss.  Felicia smiled and held out her hand.  Amber
tripped over where the older woman drew her down and
gaily patted the girl's just-visible bulge.  "Since
*I* didn't switch my birth control pills for fertility
drugs and I'm am not having twins or triplets like
SOME people," she smiled at Emma McPherson and Jane
Farragut who were contemplating their stretched
bellies, "Phillip thought that Amber should have his
baby, too."  I know you'll all want to make Amber feel
a part of the group."

Nichole's eyes lit up as she crawled rapidly to the
youngster and thrust her head between the girl's
thighs.

Yes, Amber decided, she had no complaints about her
life.

None at all.

The End

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


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