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Marta and Robert (MC, Fdom, preg)
By Homer Vargas
Vargas111@yahoo.com

"Robert falls into the hands of the wrong woman."

[This is a spin-off of "Dawn and Ken and Maria and 
David." It begins at the reception after the marriage 
of Maria and Dawn to Ken and David. Reading the other 
story is encouraged, but not necessary.]

Dr. Robert Van Clef felt out of place here. The crowd 
was mainly twenty and thirty-something’s and the music 
was not that of his generation. He might have left 
right after the ceremony, but he had invested almost an 
hour driving out to this country mansion. Of course he 
was happy for Dawn, a younger colleague from the 
hospital, but there were many things about the wedding 
besides the location of the reception that puzzled him. 
First was the man Dawn had chosen to marry, and so 
suddenly. Until maybe a year ago the young doctor had 
been dating several of his (and her) colleagues from 
the hospital, men several years older than she. David 
was quite good looking and a manager in some kind of 
Internet company, but quite young. Dawn was an 
attractive woman, but Robert was also uncomfortable 
with David’s almost puppy-dog attachment to his new 
wife, a devotion Dawn seemed to accept as her due. Then 
too, if he was not mistaken – and as a gynecologist it 
was Robert’s job NOT to be mistaken about these things 
– Dawn was pregnant, about three months, he guessed. 
How long had she know this boy, er young man?

Equally odd, if not more so, was the other pair in the 
double wedding. The other bride, a pretty young Latina, 
apparently had – until when? -- been David’s 
housekeeper. And odder still, the other groom, Ken, had 
been, for a short time, Dawn’s live-in boyfriend. Ken, 
some kind of construction worker, Robert understood, 
towered over the petite brown woman, but he displayed, 
if that was possible, an even more subservient 
infatuation with his new bride who, like Dawn, was 
several months along with making a baby. Neither bride 
seemed in the least embarrassed about her state. They 
had both chosen very short gowns with an Empire tie 
that drew every man's attention to their swelling 
breasts and unmistakable bulges.

Finally, the guest list struck Robert as odd, drawn up, 
so it appeared, to bring together the greatest number 
of Dawn’s, David’s, and Ken’s male friends with a few 
of Dawn’s girlfriends and an uncounted number of 
Maria’s sisters, aunts, and girl cousins flown in from 
Central America. It was cliché that people hook up at 
wedding receptions, but this function seemed to be 
designed with that in mind. And the women definitely 
seemed to be dressed for the prowl. The décolletage was 
astounding, hemlines must average six inches above the 
knee, approximately the height of the strap stilettos, 
putting acres of eye-popping breast and inner thigh on 
display.

That thought brought Robert to the final element of his 
discomfort. He suspected he, too, was one of the men 
being pursued. That in itself might not be so bad. He 
could relish an affair with one of Dawn’s svelte hottie 
friends. It would show Janet that two could play her 
game. It was wounded pride, he realized, rather than 
grief he felt over the loss of his ex trophy wife. When 
they met, Robert thought Janet was perfect. After 
several years of dating younger women who were skittish 
about sex, it was a relief to find a woman who really 
liked to fuck.

That in the end had proven her downfall. Janet had 
probably seen his wealth and prestige and assumed 
Robert would be the Alpha Male in bed that he was in 
the emergency room or at the hospital Board. Janet was 
at that stage in her life when she needed to be fucked 
hard, deep, and often. And she had counted on Robert to 
keep her screwed silly. And, having played around long 
enough, she was ready for a man to get her pregnant and 
see she stayed that way until she had a houseful of 
kids. Six months into the marriage with Robert fucking 
her less than once a day and still no bun in the oven, 
she became restless. After a year with Robert still 
resisting on the baby and sex down to a normal couple 
of times per week, she was desperate. Even tried to get 
him to go down on her! What did she think he was, some 
kind of pussy-whipped pervert!

The desperation, in fact, spoiled her shot at a healthy 
alimony settlement. Janet’s mistake had been choosing 
the wrong man to administer the daily doses of hard, 
nasty sex she craved. She found a man with a horse cock 
alright -- her personal trainer – but after a few 
afternoons of mind-blowing, non-stop, multi-orgasmic 
sex, she was lost. When Tyrone saw the horny white wife 
would do anything for his cock, he refused to use a 
condom any longer. Janet had begged and pleaded, but 
Tyrone was adamant. 

Unable to pass up having that long fat cock in her, 
Janet finally let him fill her again and again with his 
thick hot seed. Within weeks Janet had his black baby 
growing in her belly. Robert’s detectives had 
documented everything and she got only child support 
from the divorce. The last he heard she was living with 
one of Tyrone's friends and pregnant again.

Thus, Robert was single again and looking. But the 
women Robert had his eye on, thin cool blondes for the 
most part, had David’s young friends in their sights. 
Instead, Robert kept being thrown into the company of 
Marta, Maria’s mother. Dawn had told him about Marta, 
suggesting she’s be eager for a tumble, but Robert 
ignored her silly attempts at matchmaking. Marta was 
not the kind of woman Robert was hoping to meet. Marta 
was dark, loud, unsophisticated, and rather too – 
large. Not that she wasn’t sexy in a crude way: large 
breasts that had nursed a brood of children, wide hips 
that had made the nights of two deceased husbands and 
(Dawn had hinted) many other men, quite happy, and a 
waist that was surprisingly small for a woman who had 
been making babies since she was thirteen.

Nevertheless, Robert had no intention of spending time 
with Marta that afternoon. Marta, on the other hand, 
had other ideas and she was remarkably effective in 
getting her way. Every time Robert turned around Marta 
was there with a fresh drink and another button of her 
blouse, drawn too tight across her enormous jugs, 
unfastened. As the afternoon wore on, most of the women 
were successfully paired up, some a bit disheveled 
accompanied by with happy but dazed-looking men. 

This left Robert to Marta who was starting to look 
better as Robert consumed more of the spicy punch. 
Women her age and size didn’t usually wear skirts that 
short or heels that high, but on her they showed those 
extra pounds were packed into the right places. He 
found himself wondering if she was wearing panties. 
Somehow they were holding hands and she was gigging and 
telling him stories that Robert had trouble following 
as his eyes were drawn again and again to his 
companion’s luscious brown breasts.

"Time for the movie," Maria called out. The what? 
Robert had never heard of showing a movie at a wedding 
reception. They hadn’t even cut the cake had they? Was 
there a cake? Robert dimly realized Marta was leading 
him into a different wing of the mansion. The other men 
looked as confused as he, but they likewise allowed the 
giggling women to herd them gently to sofas and 
loveseats pointed at a large screen.

"Comfy Bobby?" Marta asked. No one had called him 
anything but "Robert" or "Dr. Van Clef" in years. 
"Bobby" made him feel like a boy, a little boy very 
comfortably snuggled against Marta's soft warm woman 
flesh, her perfume around him like a cloud. He tried to 
pay attention to the film, but her hand between his 
legs made concentration difficult. At first it looked 
like a historical documentary’ then it turned into an R 
or maybe X-rated tale of soldiers and dark women and 
orgies. Something about the flickering projection made 
it impossible either to look away or to think 
critically about the plot.

"Pretty sexy, eh?" Marta whispered.

"Huh?" Robert felt sluggish, not thinking too clearly.

"I mean, seeing those pretty, busty women using sex to 
control powerful men must make you really horny, no?"

Yes, he supposed it was true. Robert was certainly 
feeing odd. His heart was pounding and he was breathing 
quickly, though shallowly. But could he come right out 
and admit it, admit that watching a sexy film with a 
sexy woman pressed up against him had made him horny? 
He felt at a disadvantage.

"You are, Bobby. I can tell." She squeezed his prick 
gently. "Let me help you." Robert tried to protest, but 
Marta was already unzipping his pants. "I’ll bet that 
feels a lot better." Her warm, soft hand on his exposed 
prick made Robert speechless. "Oh, Bobby! You’re really 
hard! Are you horny for me, Bobby?" she cooed. "Do you 
like me playing with your nice hard prick, Bobby?"

Robert grunted in ecstasy as his clever partner 
expertly stroked his manhood, keeping him excited but 
being careful not to grant him release. She had plans 
for this erection and the subsequent orgasm.

If he could have looked around, Robert would have been 
shocked at the unfolding scene. The other women had 
been as busy as Marta and the punch and flickering 
light of the film had been equally effective in making 
their companions horny and malleable. A few men had 
already been fucked and were nursing contentedly as 
whispered, seductive words flowed into their receptive 
brains. A few were prone with a woman on board riding 
them to orgasm. One was struggling as two laughing 
women held him and a third poured something into his 
mouth. But Robert saw nothing from the bottom of the 
deep pit of lust, the perfect snare Marta had laid for 
him.


"Would you like to suck my tits, Bobby. They’re big and 
soft." Robert thought fleetingly at how strange, how 
wrong all this was to be on a couch with a woman he 
hardly knew letting her play with his cock and inviting 
him to suck her titties. But the thought slipped away 
as Marta placed a nipple – not at all soft as she had 
said – and Robert instinctively began to nurse. Marta 
sighed with contentment as she allowed her mamaries to 
work their age-old magic on the helpless man. "Oh, yes, 
Bobby, suck me good. You love to nurse at my breast."

Robert floated for several minutes.

"Oh, look at that!" Marta exclaimed softly, gently 
removing her breast from Robert’s hungry mouth. Robert 
opened his eyes, hardly knowing where he was, trying to 
look where his sexy companion pointed. "Oh, she must 
really enjoy that!" Robert was confused. On the screen, 
the emperor was on a couch with the pagan queen. Her 
breasts were bared as Marta’s were and the man appeared 
to have been kissing and sucking them. Now, however, 
the queen was guiding his mouth and lips down her tummy 
toward her pubic mound. The surprise almost jarred 
Robert from his horny trance. The smiling queen opened 
her legs and her royal captive dropped to his knees and 
buried his face in her bush. Real men didn’t do that 
for women, did they? Janet’s attempts came to mind. It 
did look sort of sexy.

"She must be really wet. Women juice up when a man 
sucks our titties," Marta giggled. "I am. Wanna feel 
me?"

Robert let her guide his hand between her legs. It was 
warm swamp! He had fumbled around with Janet and his 
first wife, but he’d never felt anything like this. 
"Uuuu, Bobby. That feels good. You can play with my 
pussy if you want." Robert wasn’t sure if he had a 
choice. One of Marta’s hands grasped his firmly and was 
rubbing herself with it vigorously. Her other hand took 
the back of his head and jammed him mouth once more 
forcefully onto her bosom. "Oh, yeah! Bobby! Suck me, 
uhhhh. Yes! Feel that pussy, Bobby. Oh, God … Suck it! 
Oh, fuck it! I’m gonna … gonna ….AHiiiiiiiii!?" 

Marta shook violently and screamed like a banshee, but 
she didn’t release her grip in Robert’s hand or head. 
"Suck me…. Feel me…." she moaned as Robert robotically 
continued pleasuring the large woman, little orgasmic 
aftershocks bringing small soft mews that gradually 
died away.

Presently Marta, momentarily satisfied, looked up. With 
good reason she was pleased. Robert was progressing 
well. He had made her come with his lips on her nipples 
and his fingers in her cunt. Taking stock, she decided 
he was ready to be taken farther. "Good boy, Bobby. You 
made me come real good. You deserve a treat, Bobby." At 
some level in his juvenilized mind, that made sense to 
Robert; he had been a good boy making the nice woman 
happy, so she was going to give him a treat.

"You like to kiss and suck my titties, don’t you?" A 
slight squeeze of his prick brought the desired 
affirmative sigh. "I’ll bet you will really like to 
suck my big titties when they are all full of milk for 
our baby won’t you." A pause that might have been a 
small protest was cut short by another squeeze and 
another sigh. "Yes, Bobby you love to worship my 
breasts. And because you are a good boy, I’m going to 
show you how to worship me somewhere else, somewhere 
warm and wet."

Even as she spoke Marta was gently pushing Robert’s 
head down from her breasts to her tummy. "Keep kissing, 
sweetie. Show me how much you want your treat." Robert 
was on autopilot, what consciousness he had focused on 
the exquisite sensations of Marta’s hand on his cock. 
He did want the treat. "You’re getting close, Bobby. 
Can you smell it? Your treat?"

Robert would have paused if her could, but Marta’s hand 
continued guiding his head down, down. He continued to 
kiss, as Marta had conditioned him to associate the 
constant activity of his tongue and lips to the mind-
banding feeing of her hand on his rock-hard cock. Hair 
was in his mouth and an overpowering musk filled his 
nostrils. Overpowering! The pheromone laden odors raced 
through his bloodstream, burning an association of 
pleasure and submission into his brain.

"That’s it Bobby. Put your mouth on my pussy. Eat me. 
Eat my juicy pussy, sweetheart. You love to eat a hot … 
wet … pussy and you love to please me this way! You 
love to make you mistress come with your tongue, don’t 
you Bobby. Make me …… AGHHHHH!" Marta’s hips were 
shaken by a Richter scale 8.0 orgasm and she roared 
again in pleasure and victory. Still, years of getting 
her pussy eaten allowed Marta to hold Robert’s head in 
place. He knew what to do now and kept doing it. As 
Robert sucked her juices, Marta was soon off toward 
another climax.

Marta let Robert bring her to another glorious orgasm 
and them another. God, she could let a man do that all 
night. On some other night she just might, but 
delicious as it was to have a man eat your pussy, Marta 
had bigger fish to fry. Gently and reluctantly 
dislodging Robert’s mouth from her steaming twat, Marta 
brought Robert’s head back to between her breasts and 
reinserted a nipple. She let him begin to suckle before 
beginning to speak. "That’s so nice Robert. So nice to 
rest your tired head on my smooth, firm breasts; so 
nice to suck my tits like my tired good little boy." 
She stroked his head as he suckled. "So tired … so 
sleepy."

Robert knew something was wrong. Why was this strange 
woman talking to him like a child? Why was he so 
drowsy? But the thoughts were jumbled and lost in the 
wonderful sensation of her breast in his mouth, her 
hand on his cock.

"Yes, my breasts makes my little boy sooooo sleepy 
don’t they Bobby. Bobby wants to go beddie bye with me 
don’t you sweetie? Cuddle up in my arms and sleeeeeeep. 
And I’m going to let you, let you go sleepy sleepy with 
me, Bobby. But you’re not just a sleepy little boy, are 
you? No, sweetheart, you’re a horny little boy too, 
right. You need to come before you go to sleep, don’t 
you?"

Robert moaned his agreement. Marta moved her hand back 
down to Robert’s still throbbing prick.

"Yes, I know you do and I’m going to let you come, come 
so good, come in my warm wet pussy. That’s what you 
want, isn’t it Bobby, to come in my pussy?"

Another groan and Robert began to move as if to mount 
the woman.

"No, no, Bobby. Let me. You are tooo sleepy and tooo 
horny; you need me to take care of you." Robert 
trembled and fell back. At last she had him! Gently so 
as not to break the spell Marta mounted the man. Her 
pussy, wet with anticipation, slid easily down over 
Robert’s upright cock. Marta sighed with relief before 
she began to ride him."

"Do you like this, Bobby? Do you like having your cock 
up inside my pussy? Me sliding up and down, up and 
down. Letting you relax, letting me give you what you 
need? And you want to give me something, too, don’t 
you?" Robert began to buck feebly. "Yes, Bobby. You 
want to give me your cum. You want to come in my pussy. 
Yes, you want to fill my fertile pussy up with your 
cum." She felt his movements pause as the implication 
of what she had said registered in his sex-saturated 
mind. It was a small risk, but it was necessary for him 
to "agree" to her plan.

"Don’t you want that, Bobby? Don’t you want to let me 
make you cum in my pussy? Don’t you want to see my 
tummy to get big with a baby? Don’t you want my boobies 
to get bigger and hard and full of milk for the baby 
you made in me, bobby? Don’t you want me to wear cute, 
little maternity dresses so everybody can see that you 
fooled around with me and got me pregnant?"

A low, anguished groan escaped Robert’s throat. At one 
level he realized he was being had. What was left of 
his rational brain knew Marta had seduced him and 
wanted him to knock her up, probably marry her. She 
wanted to turn him into her private baby-making, child 
support system. It was embarrassing. It was outrageous! 
But there was an older reptile brain with other ideas, 
a brain and a set of pleasure reflexes that just wanted 
to cum, wanted to make babies in this obviously fertile 
female.

She felt him tense. "Yes, Bobby. You want it. You want 
to make a baby with me. A baby, Bobby. With your cum!" 
At the word, she thrust her self down on him hard and 
ground her crotch on his.

"Aggggggg!" Robert bucked. A roar of defeat erupted and 
the helpless man to began to shoot. Gob after gob of 
sperm gushed from his over-stimulated balls. The long-
sought sensation of hot male seed deep in her pussy 
triggered Marta’s climax, too. Her cunt muscles wrapped 
around and squeezed Robert’s cock, sucking every 
possible drop of baby-making jism into her womb. She 
collapsed on the spent man as she recovered from the 
orgasm, luxuriating in the familiar feel of a softening 
male cock in her sperm drenched pussy.

Robert’s eyes were still closed in near unconscious 
bliss when Marta recovered her senses. With a self-
satisfied smile Marta took the sleeping man’s head and 
once more drew it to her breast. Reflexively he began 
to nurse. He was ready for the finishing touch. "Sleep, 
Bobby, sleep. Sleep on Marta’s big … soft … breast. 
Suck my titties and sleep, my little sweetie. Sleep and 
listen to me, Bobby. Sleep and learn how always to do 
what I say and make me happy. Sleep, Bobby. Sleep … and 
obey."

*****

Marta looked around the room at other women who were 
also starting to look around. The men were all in 
trance. The lightly drugged punch, the hypnotic, Fdom 
themed film, and plenty of hard, nasty sex had totally 
subdued them. She smiled at the two couches beside hers 
where her twins lay recovering. She was very proud of 
them. Each had bedded a grown man, Chichi’s looked like 
a chiseled blond god, probably one of Ken’s friends 
from construction. Tili’s was thin and handsome with 
dark curly hair, possibly a computer something or other 
from David’ company. From the idiot grins on their 
sleeping faces, her girls must have screwed them first 
into the ground and then several feet below the water 
table. They must have enjoyed it, too, for they were 
resting, snuggled against their conquests with soft 
satisfied smiles. Smart girls that they were, they were 
letting the men’s now soft cocks lie in their sperm-
soaked pussies to hold in as much jism as possible.

Tili opened her eyes and grinned mischievously at 
Marta. "Wow, Momma, you really fucked yours good. We 
heard you. Do you think you’re pregnant?"

"Maybe, sweetheart," Marta replied. "He squirted me 
good. But don’t worry’ I’ll keep fucking him till I’m 
sure. I promise you’ll have a little hermanito or 
hermanita by this time next year."

"I know, Momma. And by May you’ll have a new nietecito 
or nietecita, too."

"I’ll have mine by April!" Chichi, now awake, added 
competitively.

"Will NOT!" Tili snapped.

"Will, TOO!" Chichi retorted.

"Mijas! Mijas! No se peleen. You’ll disturb them," 
Marta scolded, pointing to the unconscious men. "The 
longer you keep them in a sexed out stupor, the easier 
they’ll be to manage later."

"Sorry, Momma," the girls replied in unison.

"It’s just I’m so excited, Momma. I just know Bill’s 
and my bebe will have his blue eyes," Tili explained.

"Tommy’s and mine will be blond!" gloated Chichi.

"Will, NOT!"

"Will, TOO!"

"Chito, niñas," Marta admonished in a whisper, putting 
her finger to her lips.

The girls frowned at each other but nodded obediently 
to Marta.

"Instead of arguing about how your bebes will look, why 
don’t you do something to make sure you have one."

"What do you mean, Momma?" asked Tili.

"Get your man hard and make him come in you again."

"So soon, Momma?" Chichi asked.

"Of course, mijita. They’re young and healthy. Just 
massage their pajaritos with your cunnies the way I 
taught you."

"Like with the Coke bottles?" Tili asked.

"Exactly. Start near the outside. Slowly. Like you are 
trying to pull it in deeper." Both girls giggled. "Now 
again. Slowly," their mother instructed.

"Oh, Momma! Billy’s getting hard," Tili exclaimed

"Tommy’s getting harder."

"Is NOT!"

"Is TOO!"

"Cayense la boca and fuck them, will you?" Marta 
ordered, loosing her temper. "If you make Robertito 
loose this hardon, les doy HUETE!"

Turning their full attention to the men, Marta and the 
girls were soon lost in their own world. Soft satisfied 
moans emerged as the familiar sensations of a hard 
masculine cock in their needy cunts started them up the 
long wonderful slope toward orgasm.

"Ahhh"

"Ohhh"

"Uhhh"

Marta and the two girls groaned in happy succession as 
one big beautiful pussy and two cute little twats were 
filled again with their favorite, life-giving liquid.

*****

Robert’s friends were shocked at his new girlfriend. 
She was nothing like the thin sophisticated young 
blondes he had favored, like Janet and before. She was 
dark, almost his own age, had barely completed high 
school and had – generous proportions. Robert showed no 
embarrassment whatever being seen in public with a 
woman whose taste in clothes ran to high heels with 
fishnet stockings, loud short skirts pulled tight 
around her wide hips, and thin, frilly blouses that 
barely contained her abundant breasts.

Even odder was Robert’s attitude. Before, he had been 
the player. A string of interchangeable women fawned on 
him, knowing he was a great "catch." They jumped into 
and out of his bed at his whim. This new woman treated 
Robert like her favorite pet and he lapped it up. Even 
before Robert’s friends learned the woman had moved in 
with him, they knew he went nowhere and did nothing 
outside of work without checking with her. Some of them 
whispered the phrase, "sex slave." What else but hard, 
nasty, frequent sex could explain the successful 
surgeon’s total, single-minded subservience to the 
woman?

But shaking heads turned to clucking tongues at the 
next development. The woman was pregnant! At her age! 
Why, she had daughters who were expecting! Didn’t 
someone say she had her first baby when she was 
thirteen? That she had 12 children by, or at least 
while married to, two different men? And the grin she 
wore and the outrageous maternity clothes she started 
sporting almost as soon as the couple made the 
announcement indicated that this had not been an 
accident, at least on her part. Robert’s dazed look 
anytime she was around her left his thoughts, if he had 
any, a mystery.

When a wedding announcement arrived not long after the 
invitation to the baby shower, no one was surprised at 
all.

*****

Robert was happier than any man had a right to be. 
Marta was going to have a baby! The sexiest woman in 
the world was getting sexier by the day as her belly 
swelled, her marvelous boobs getting even bigger as the 
filled up with milk for HIS baby! He was so proud when 
they went out in public the see the stares and gapes of 
admiration. He could imagine the blind envy other man 
must feel knowing that HE was to one who had put the 
waddle in the walk of this gorgeous creature. And the 
surprised, sour looks of the women were even better. He 
knew how jealous they were of Marta’s luxurious figure.

That the pregnancy sent Marta’s appetite for sex 
through the roof did diminish his happiness, either. 
Not only did she want him to screw her every time she 
could get him hard, Marta was not prudish like other 
women he had know. She would let him eat her for hours 
when he was not "up" to fucking. (He had always tried 
to get women to let him go down on them, hadn’t he?) 
Marta, in contrast, loved to open her legs for him lick 
and suck her pussy to orgasm after orgasm, letting him 
drink her cum until he was lightheaded.

And she took care of everything for him. She ran his 
house, bringing in assistance for "the heavier work 
until the baby comes." Their social life – mainly 
visiting and being visited by scores of her relatives -
- was also her domain. Nor did Marta let her pregnancy 
stop them from going out dancing at least once a week, 
though Robert had to admit he often fell asleep, 
leaving Marta alone to dance with the young Latino 
blades who fell over themselves to get their hands on a 
woman with Marta’s shape.

Finally, he stopped having to worry about finances. 
Marta and he had decided that it was easier on him if 
everything was in her name to manage. Robert smiled as 
he recalled that originally he had objected – pretty 
strenuously -- to the arrangement. Marta had just 
smiled and said money wasn’t worth arguing about and 
opened her gown. Those man melters made Robert forget 
everything and soon he was lying happily in the arms of 
his naked pregnant wife nuzzling her magnificent 
milkers.

The sex was especially hot that night, he vaguely 
recalled. Marta didn’t insist on getting it in the 
rear, her favorite position, but laid him back and 
mounted him, the position Robert liked best. She know 
how her "Bobby" as she called him on special occasions, 
loved to feel his gravid wife on top of him, her ample 
hips grinding into his crotch, the weight of her 
expanding belly pinning him helplessly to the bed. She 
teased him for long minutes, her large brown breasts 
jiggling delightfully in his face, before finally 
letting him release a sperm fountain into her. Then 
spent, he gratefully let her gather him to her breasts 
and lull him to sleep.

The next morning after he had awakened Marta with her 
accustomed orgasm on his tongue and before he went off 
to see to her breakfast, he had agreed that indeed, 
money wasn’t worth arguing about. And the arrangement 
had worked because they trusted each other completely. 
For example, Marta never asked questions about how he 
spent the money she gave him each day for lunches and 
things.

*****

"Mi amor, why don’t you just go ahead and resign from 
the hospital?" Martha asked, stroking his head.

Robert paused a little reluctantly from nursing. One 
big disadvantage of Antonio’s birth was that he had to 
wait for the baby to finish and fall asleep before 
Marta could give him her breast. Fortunately, there was 
plenty of milk left for him when she did.

"You know, take that settlement they offered?" she 
insisted.

Generally Robert went along with anything Marta 
suggested, but this was a big step. True, Marta had led 
him to see that the Board didn’t really respect him. 
And once he started, with her encouragement, to stick 
up for himself, the rest of the Board had turned 
hostile. The last several months had seen escalating 
battles to the point that the Board had offered him 
several millions just to leave the hospital. Marta 
wanted him to take the money and "spend more time with 
me and the baby." He was tempted, but medicine had been 
his life – before meeting Marta. Financially, he could 
do it, probably even without touching his inheritance. 
Still …

"Things are going to be getting busy around here," she 
explained.

They were already pretty busy, Robert thought. The 
house help – Marta’s nieces and cousins – were 
struggling to learn English and two were starting 
university. And they deserved time for a little social 
life. Robert first thought they had rather too much 
social life; he had caught two of Marta’s little 
sisters in bed with their algebra teacher, but Marta 
said it was OK as long as they let him watch. 
Therefore, a lot of the cooking and cleaning and diaper 
washing fell on Robert. He could certainly sympathize 
with some of his women colleagues who had a hard time 
balancing family and professional responsibilities.

"True, Gordita, but soon Antonio will be sleeping 
through the night – things should be getting better." 
At least Robert hoped they would! Robert was exhausted. 
He was the one that had to get up during the night when 
Antonio cried – the boy had healthy lungs – and bring 
him to Marta’s breast. Marta hardly stirred, letting 
the baby gorge as she dozed. When Antonio had drunk 
himself into a stupor, Robert burped him, changed him, 
and returned him to the crib. Of course by then Marta 
needed him to help her get back to sleep, bringing her 
to orgasm with his mouth on her pussy.

"Yes, he will, but have you thought about Tita?"

Robert’s heart froze. Did Marta know about Tita and 
him? He couldn’t believe he had been so stupid – to 
sleep with Marta’s little cousin that week when Marta 
was away. Maybe he was imagining things. Surely the 
girl wouldn’t have told her aunt that she had had sex 
with her uncle. It had been surreal. One minute she was 
standing before him, the picture of teen sexiness and 
the next she was in his lap with her tongue in his 
mouth. And then, somehow, his pants were around his 
ankles and her top was off. She was squirming in his 
arms and grinding her hot teen pussy on his cock, 
coming again and again, as Robert frantically licked 
her budding breasts. The rest of the evening was a 
blur. In fact he couldn’t remember much about the next 
several days except fucking her slim, agile body. The 
girl was insatiable!

"Tita? What about her?" He tried sounding innocent.

"Well what do you think happens to horny girls who fuck 
without protection?" Marta seemed amused.

Robert’s head was reeling. "Oh, Marta! I’m so sorry. I 
can explain. It just … Mgfhgfp…"

"Don’t talk with your mouth full, Bobby," Marta 
chuckled, shushing him with a tit in his mouth. "I 
understand completely, sweetheart. You hadn’t been 
fucked in almost two days. Tita was wearing those cute 
little miniskirts around the house with no panties, 
letting those perky new bra-less boobies bounce up and 
down in her top. You were so horny couldn’t help 
yourself, could you, Bobby? Especially when she crawled 
up in your lap."

Oh shit! Marta knew everything. He was dead. She was 
toying with him. She would throw him out with nothing. 
If he didn’t go to prison, he’d have to start all over 
in a small town hospital somewhere across the country.

"Bwgmmptg," he tried to explain but the breast in his 
mouth prevented him.

"I told her you wouldn’t be able to resist a slick 
little pussy like hers."

"Yfrgahhh?"

"Well of course I did, Bobby. She’s a serious girl that 
doesn’t have time for going out with high school boys 
who nowadays are afraid to fuck a girl without a 
condom. And her teachers are even more paranoid. So 
when she told me she wanted a baby, I told her to look 
no further; just get her uncle "Bobby’s" prick in her 
and she’d be knocked up for sure. What I didn’t tell 
her was to spend the whole week fucking you, however," 
Marta harrumphed. "Once or twice should have been 
enough, but girls will be girls!"

"You mean that she … ? That I … ?" Robert finally 
surfaced from beneath Marta’s abundant tit flesh.

"That’s right sweetheart. The little minx waited until 
she was nice and fertile before coming on to you. Your 
naughty old prick squirted her full of jism and put a 
little baby in her tummy. So now there are going to be 
TWO more babies for you to take care of."

"Two?" Robert’s eyes bulged.

"Of course, Bobby! You didn’t expect me to stop after 
just one, did you?" Marta giggled.

The End