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Black Bred Wives 3

Seeding A White Wife

At my husband's urging I have written an account of our first cuckolding
experience. My husband Hugh likes to read such stories on the internet,
and I have read a few myself. First I will tell you about us.

We married when I was 21 and Hugh was 32. He had been married
previously, and had two children who lived with their mother and
stepfather.

I always wanted children, but Hugh wanted to wait a couple years, so the
only form of birth control we ever used was avoidance of sex on the days
around my ovulation time. After a year or so we began to seriously try
for a pregnancy. After over a year with no success I had a complete
pelvic exam, but the doctor could find no problems. My husband had
already fathered two children, but he had his sperm examined. He was
told his sperm count was on the low side, but there were no problems
detected. After about six years we concluded that we would never have
children on our own.

I did have missed periods three of four times, and my doctor told me a
couple times that my egg had probably been fertilized, but the pregnancy
had not been successful. That always gave me hope, but the hope
gradually waned over the years.

After we had been together about eight years my husband had a bad
accident on his motorcycle, suffering injuries which caused a permanent
limp. Gradually he seemed to lose interest in most activities, including
sex. By the tenth year of our marriage we were having sex only a couple
times a month. I wanted more, but nothing I could do seemed to arouse my
husband.

I had been working for a growing electronic business for a couple years
when I was promoted to a secretarial position for our marketing manager.
He was a handsome African American, married with two children; and he
was going through a nasty divorce. He was not a very friendly person,
and barked at me often. We kept our distance from each other, and I
often thought about quitting.

Well, after his divorce was final he gradually became nicer. Soon he
began taking me occasionally to lunch. As our business was steadily
increasing I would have to work late sometimes. When I did he always
insisted on driving me home. When he took me to lunch we started sitting
back in the corner, and we began holding hands. I don't know who started
it, but I liked it. Often at work we managed to touch each other, and
our conversations became more intimate, if you know what I mean. He was
always such a gentleman, insisting on opening the door for me, and never
sitting until I was seated. I think all those little things helped
foster I desire to be touched by him, and each touch caused a little
electric thrill in me.

I had been Earl's secretary for almost a year when our office was moved
upstairs in the same building. On the day we moved it took all day for
the workers to move everything upstairs. After the busy day Earl took me
to dinner, and afterward we returned to our new office. The movers had
finished, and we had to dig out the material that Earl needed for his
business trip the next day.

When we reached our new office it was already dark outside, and before I
could turn on the light Earl pulled me to him and held my hands. " I
want to thank you for all the help you have been to me, and for coning
back tonight to help out." He pulled me closer and kissed me on the
forehead. "Let's look out at the city lights." he said, and w walked
over to the window hand in hand. He stood behind me and put his arms
around me. We stood there silently for a minute or so before he hugged
me a little tighter. Then he tenderly kissed my ear while moving his
hands up and cupped my breasts ever so lightly, as if waiting to see my
reactions. He had never touched me there before, and it sent tingles of
pleasure all through me. "You look so lovely, Ellen, I just can't help
myself. I hope you are not angry," he said softly. His hands on my
breasts felt so good, and I deliberately moved back against him. We
stayed there for another minute in total silence. Then he turned me
around. He had his arms around me and I put mine around him. I looked
up, hoping for a kiss. As he pulled me tightly he gently gave me a
fleeting kiss on my forehead. I wanted more. I stood on my toes and
kissed him on the lips. In return he gently lifted me and returned my
kiss. We remained in a tight embrace for several seconds. I could feel
his sex organ pressing against my belly. I was getting very aroused.

I was hoping for more, but he quickly released me. We worked for the
next hour digging through the packing boxes before we departed. We held
hands all the way to his car in the darkened basement. We squeezed hands
and had another passionate kiss. After reaching my house he walked me to
my door and talked with Hugh for a couple minutes before leaving.

I remained excited, aroused and a little dizzy the rest of the evening.
No man other than Hugh had kissed me since our marriage.

A couple weeks later Earl asked me if I could help him buy and install
drapes in a duplex he had recently purchased. I asked my husband if he
thought it would be okay. "You talk so much about him, that I'm
beginning to think there must be something going on between you two," he
remarked. Then h smiled up at me and said that he had no objections, and
that maybe it would be good for me to get out with someone else. I was
so excited that I did not sleep very much the next two nights. I had
long fantasized about having sex with Earl, and now that possibility
could be more feasible.

Earl picked me up Saturday, and he explained to my husband why he needed
a woman to buy the drapes. My husband iterated that he thought it was a
good idea. "Ger her out of my hair for a few hours," said Hugh.

The duplex unit was bare, only containing rugs on the floor and two
chairs Earl had brought for us to stand on. While doing all the
measuring for the drapes and curtains Earl managed to arouse me by
touching me so teasingly while I was standing on the chair. Our
conversations at work had become more intimate since that night when we
had kissed, and that day Earl remarked that he would like to see what
things I had hidden under those clothes. I dared him to look, but he
only smiled and said, "When I look I want to see everything, and I would
not want to undress you on this dirty rug."

After drapery shopping and a light lunch we returned to the duplex. In
addition to the window supplies Hugh bought a new blanket and a pillow.
I was curious, and I asked him about it. "I don't want you lying on that
dirty rug in case we get real friendly," he smile as he gave me a quick
kiss.

We were able to install the custom drapes easily. Earl had to do most of
the work, and I got to stand back and admire him. We did get in couple
kisses. Earl had told me a few times that he was going to "take care of
me good" after we finished our work. I did not know exactly what he had
in mind, but I was hoping that it was sex. My husband was planning to
cook dinner for us, and he called to find out when we would be finished.
I let Earl talk to him.

When we had the drapes and curtains up I went into the bathroom to wash
up. When I came out Earl was standing at the door. Without a word he
picked me up and carried me into the living room. He had spread the new
blanket on the rug, and he gently placed me on it. He stood over me and
quickly began removing his clothes. When he was down to his underwear he
looked at me and said, "I have to go in and wash a little. You can get
undressed and I'll be right out. Okay?" He knelt quickly, gave me a kiss
and said, "We had a light lunch, so I am going to eat you for dessert."
Another kiss and he was gone. I removed my outer clothing and waited for
him.

Earl returned in a few minutes carrying his underwear. I had mentally
undressed him a hundred times, and he was just as handsome as I had
pictured him. What a beautiful specimen of masculinity. Still staring at
his wonderful body, I removed my bra. I was sitting there with my face
almost touching his penis. What a beautiful sight! "Lay down," he
ordered. "Let me remove your panties." I had worn my sheerest, briefest
panty just for what I had hoped would happen.

After he had my panty removed he kissed me there before hugging me
wordlessly in a tight embrace, only kissing and hugging before he moved
down and began suckling on my nipple. I played with his slightly kinky
hair and felt his smooth backside. It felt so good.

I wanted to feel his sex organ, but he remained in position where I
could not reach him down there. He soon moved down and kissed my vulva
and ran his tongue over it. I did not expect him to do that. I had been
sweating all day, and I don't think that part of me smelled - or tasted
- very nice. He had me so aroused and eager, that I wanted him to enter
me. I had never been more eager for sex since before I was married to
Hugh. I wanted him to fondle my genitals, especially my clitoris a lot
more, but I did not get that.

Suddenly Earl stood and said, " Oh boy, I almost forgot." He rushed out
to the kitchen and returned with the drugstore sack. He pulled out a
packet of condoms. "I remember you telling me that you thought women who
have sex with strangers should always use condoms, so I will," he
smiled. He tore off the wrapper and proceeded to put it on his penis. It
was fascinating to watch. I had never seen a man put on a condom, and I
had never had sex with a man using one. It had a nipple on the end, and
I realized that it was there to hold the semen. It did look so funny
sticking out like that.

I don't think Earl wanted me to help him find the spot, but he was
jabbing around me so much that I took his organ and guided it to the
right place. He was very gentle, and he kept all his body except his
thighs off me. He felt so good. I felt like a virgin having sex for the
first time.

Earl had his climax much sooner than I liked. Just like my husband. He
told me that he was sorry, but that he had not had any sex for almost a
year. I guess that would be hard on a man accustomed to having sex a
couple times a week. I sure did not complain. His penis felt very good
inside me, and he did stay inside me much longer than Hugh ever did.

Earl had promised my husband that we would be home by six o'clock, so we
had to hurry. We did arrive on time, and my husband had prepared a nice
meal. He likes to cook sometimes. I managed to change my very wet
panties before we ate. I could not look my husband in the face. The
feelings of guilt were getting the better of me. Was he aware of my perfidy?

After dinner I cleaned up while the men played cribbage. My husband was
glad to find someone who played that game, and I was happy to be alone
with my thoughts.

As soon as Earl drove away I had expected a barrage of questions from my
husband. Thankfully they did not materialize. Somehow I had the
impression that he knew I had sex with Earl that afternoon. I really
don't know how I would have answered any intimate questions. I would
have had to tell the truth.

Although he did not ask any questions I was certain my husband would
check me for sighs of sex activity. I deliberately did not shower before
I went to bed. I had already discovered that Hugh had looked at my
panties, because they were no longer in the exact position I had placed
them. And I knew he would feel inside me. He did, too. He never said
anything, but he did not have to. He did surprise me by having sex with
me that evening. It was real good sex, too. I think he had a firmer
erection than I had lt in a long time. I guess jealousy can have some
positive qualities.

One Monday morning a couple weeks later Earl returned from his regular
Monday meeting with his boss to tell me some great news. Every year Hugh
and the general manager attended the trade show in Las Vegas. That
morning The boss had said that he could not go with Earl because of his
wife's illness. His wife always went, too. The general manager had
approved Hugh's suggestion that I be allowed to go to assist him. Two
people were needed at our booth, and Earl had convinced his boss that it
would be beneficial to have a woman with him, since so many of our
clients were women. I called my husband immediately and told him, and I
asked for his permission to attend. He wanted to talk with Earl first.
Earl went into his office and he and Hugh talked for a long time. Later
Hugh called me and told me it was alright with him.

One of my jobs was to make travel arrangements for our employees, so I
was familiar with the trip. I canceled the suite reservation for the
general manager, but there were no other rooms available at that hotel.
I was told to check with them upon arrival to see if they could find
another room. That was fine with me, and Earl was glad to share his room
with me if a room was still unavailable.

My husband posed a lot of questions that evening about the forthcoming
trip. "You talk so much about Earl that I think you are in love with
him," he said. "I'll bet you are looking forward to having sex with him,
aren't you?"

I did not answer his question until he repeated it. "Well, he might not
want to have sex with me." I countered.

"You didn't answer my question."

After another long pause I replied, "I think in the right circumstances
I would like to try it - if he was eager for it. Most of us women are
curious about black men's sexual prowess." That led to more questions.

"Would you make him use condoms?"

"I would sure want him to. I don't want to take any chances with
disease. ... I don't think he could get me pregnant. You couldn't do it
in all these years. I don't think any man can."

"If he refuses to use a condom, will you refuse him?"

Another long pause before I replied. "I just don't know. ... I guess I
would probably have sex with him anyway. I think my curiosity would
overcome any trepidations I may have."

"Well, I am glad you are honest about it. Since there isn't much I can
do about it, go ahead and enjoy yourself."

The next night we again talked about my trip, and I sensed that Hugh
actually wanted me to have sex with Earl. "I want you to have a good
time, and I can't blame you if you want to have Earl play in your
garden. just don't take off your panties for anyone else."

On the plane trip Earl told me some startling news that gave me chills
and also angered me. Earl told me that he was anxious to get me in a bed
and not do it on a rug like the last time. "I am not using any condoms
on this trip, either unless you really insist," he said, squeezing my
hand. "Last time I did it on your husband's insistence, but no deals
this time."

When I asked him to explain he told me that after he told my husband why
he wanted my help with those drapes and curtains Hugh asked a lot of
questions. "Your husband asked me openly whether I had ever played with
your pussy. I was really startled, but I answered truthfully that I
never had touched you down there. Then he asked me if I wold if I could.
I told him I sure would, but I would never try something like that.
Well, your husband said you had hinted many times that you would like to
have sex with me, and that he didn't mind if I 'screwed' you, but that I
must use a condom or he would see that I got fired. Well, I decided to
be a gentleman, so I bought those damn condoms. I hadn't used one since
I was a teenager."

Before this trip my husband had told him he could "screw the hell out of
me," but he must use condoms. Earl told him that it was my decision to
make, and he would respect my wishes. Next he asked me if I was going to
make him use condoms. I only smiled and hugged him closely.

As soon as we settled into our room and unpacked we had to go to the
convention center to set up our booth. We did a little passionate
kissing and fondling before leaving the room, but that was all.

All our material had already been delivered, and we managed to unpack it
before we broke off for dinner. Then back to the booth. It was almost
midnight before we were back in our room.

My desire for sex had cooled, and I had a raging headache. My shower did
make me feel better, and I did enjoy Earl's gentle ministrations and
explorations of my body. Earl was eager for sex, but he realized I could
not reciprocate so much as I wanted. Instead of regular sex Earl cuddled
up to me in the spoon position and we were soon joined by his turgid
penis. I fell asleep joined to Earl. At some point before he removed his
organ he ejaculated in me. I did not know it until I had to get up
before dawn and I discovered the evidence leaking out of me.




When I awakened in the morning I quickly shook Earl. It was after six,
and w had to be at the convention center by eight. Earl was determined
to "please" me, as he termed it. He was so gentle, and his exploring
hands felt so good that I let him do what he wanted. The sex was very
good, although I did not have an orgasm. Earl realized this, and he
tried so very hard. After he had his ejaculation he managed to stay hard
for a while longer. It felt very good, and I was so close to an orgasm.
He wanted to bring me to an orgasm with his fingers, but it was getting
late. It was so late we had no time for breakfast. Later we bough
something at the convention center.

It was not a fun morning. I had placed a panty liner in my panty, which
I often do after sex with Hugh. Well, it was totally inadequate. I
really leaked a lot, and I had to take some napkins from the food stand
to stuff my panty.

We were back in our room by eight o'clock. After some hugs and kisses we
went down to the casino for an hour or so; then back to the room.

We showered together at Earl's suggestion. We washed each other. For the
first time I got a good look at Earl's sexual equipment. I got so
excited looking and touching all of him, but especially his beautiful
penis. I had only seen two other totally nude men, my dad and Hugh.
Earl, like my husband had been circumcised, and it made his penis look a
little funny to me. Where the skin had been cut away it was a smoky red
color, but the rest of his shaft was very black. And I think his scrotum
was even darker. When I washed his sex parts he got an erection, and he
tried to put it in me. He lifted me and tried to slide me down on his
very tumescent organ, but it hurt and he had to stop. He wanted to lube
his organ with soap and try again, but I stopped him. I did not want any
soap in there. It can be irritating.

That night the sex was the best. Earl took a long time with his
foreplay, vowing he was going to make sure I had an orgasm. Well, he
tried very hard, and every thing he did felt very good. After he
softened he used his tongue down there, and in less than a minute I had
a roaring orgasm.

I felt so good lying there with Earl, and he felt the same way. Soon he
had another erection, and after a long good-night kiss he whispered in
my ear, "Can I park my car in your garage again tonight, and go to sleep
that way? I promise I won't dump a load in you."

I raised my leg and helped him enter, and then I whispered. "Do anything
you want. I am all yours. I have a towel here tonight."

That night I awakened later, feeling Earl's potent organ gently moving
inside me. Soon I felt the warmth of his semen when he ejaculated. I
squeezed his hand to let him know I knew what he was doing. I was asleep
before he withdrew from me.

Friday evening we attended a banquet for the exhibitors. We were seated
in a terrible place by the kitchen door, and behind a pillar. I think we
were the last guests served. We were just ignored. I think it was
because Earl was black and I was white. I also received many unfriendly
glares from the men. There were a few other black men there, and at
least one black couple. I think they were all treated better than us. We
retreated to the sanctuary of our room as soon as we had eaten. We did
stop in the casino for a drink. No one stared at us there.

Saturday afternoon attendance dwindled, and we were able to pack up our
exhibit quickly. By seven o'clock everything was ready to be hauled away.

Earl took me to dinner at a place that was almost exclusively black. It
was a new experience for me. I did not see any white couples there, but
there were several white women with black men. I did not have to endure
the stares we usually received at meal time. After dinner we moved to
the dance area and we danced for an hour or so. Earl was not much of a
dancer, and he seemed glad to have me dance with other men. I enjoyed
dancing, and all the men were so friendly. It was a nice evening.

Since we did not have to awaken so early Sunday we took our time
retiring for the night. Earl was so sweet and loving. He does knows how
to please a woman, and does it so completely. That had to be the best
sex I have ever had. Earl made sure I was well satisfied in all ways.
What a wonderful man.

We always talked openly and intimately about our feelings and our
relationship, but that last evening we discussed things that opened my
eyes about black men. Earl had already told me that he had sexual
relations with three other white women when he was in college, but now
he told me more:

"When I was in high school we guys used to talk and dream about having
sex with the white girls, bu most of us never did. The goal for most of
us was to make a white girl pregnant. Don't ask me why. I guess we just
like to show that we can make black babies in white women. When I
finally got to fuck white women in college I always had to use a condom.
I am so glad I did not have to use them with you. I can't explain why,
but being able to squirt my seed into you is a real turn-on. Even doing
it while you are sleeping gives me such unbelievable feelings, and I am
able to really unload so much. I am sorry to do it that way, bu it is so
mind-boggling."

Earl had "parked in my garage," as he termed it, every night, and that
last night was no exception. I slept so soundly, probably due to the
intense pleasure he had given me earlier, and I did not awaken that night.

In the morning we did not have to get up so early so we lay in bed
loving and talking for a long time. He told me that he really liked his
nighttime ejaculations in me after I was asleep. "All sex with you is
really the best, but those when you are asleep are especially good. I
get to keep my 'plug' in you longer, and it keeps all those seeds from
leaking out. I think that just thinking about the possibility that my
seed could be doing its thing in you heightens the intense feelings."
His words were scary, but I tried not to think about such things. Yet
what he said did cause some unwanted chills and feelings in me. Heaven
knows he did put a lot of seed in me, but I did not think all those
tail-wagging swimmers would have any success in their search, but the
thought did cause some emotional feelings that come from taboo thoughts.
I tried not to think about pregnancy, but that subject always lingered
in the background all during our affair. I hate to admit it, but that
pregnancy fear undoubtedly enhanced all our sexual couplings.

After a leisurely late breakfast we took our last shower together. Earl
wanted to have sex with me again. He carried me back to our bed, but I
kept my legs tightly together. No more fingers or other foreign objects
were welcome down there. I told Earl that I did not want to take that
airplane flight with his semen leaking out of me to add to the discomfort.

Earl had hinted several times that he would like to have me give him
oral sex. I do not care to have a penis in my mouth. I had done it a few
times on my husband, but he always withdrew before he ejaculated. I can
recall only one time when he spilled his semen on my mouth and face
because he waited too long. I did not like it. Well, when Earl stood
alongside the bed with his egregious erection and that pleading look he
did not have to tell me what he wanted. Without a word I took his
magnificent symbol of manhood into my mouth. I had mixed feelings about
asking him not to ejaculate in my mouth. He was enjoying it so much, and
he had given me oral sex a few times, that I did not say anything. It
did take a long time, and although he had emptied himself in me a couple
hours earlier he just kept squirting and squirting as I attempted to
keep from swallowing that copious quantity of semen. I did manage to
spit out most of it, but it is impossible to get all of that snotty
stuff out.

One interesting thing that I remember is that his semen had a garlic
odor. Later I mentioned it to him. He recalled putting a lot of garlic
sauce on his spaghetti at our Saturday supper. I guess that was the
source. I wonder if such things like that do affect semen.

Earl drove me home from the airport. He carried my things in and he had
a chat with my husband while I was in the bathroom. They both did a lot
of laughing, but as soon as I returned the talk ceased, but not the
laughter.

After Earl left the questions began. The first question of course was
"how many times did he fuck you?" (My husband disputes that. He claims
he asked me first if I had a good time). I answered most of his probing
and intimate questions truthfully, but not all. I had to lie about a few
things. I did not want to hurt my husband's ego too much.




I had to go back to work the next day. I received many sly looks from my
coworkers all day. I don't know what kind of rumors were flying, but I
can imagine. No one at work actually asked me if I had sex with Earl,
but I know some of the women were eager to hear some intimate details. I
think most white women have entertained thoughts of having sex with a
black man, and like to hear about such things from women who have
experienced it. Earl and I had agreed to tell everyone that we stayed in
different hotels. I don't know if anyone believed us, and I really did
not care.

We had so much office work to do that I had to work almost two hours
extra that first day back. Earl drove me home. When he walked me to the
door Hugh invited him in for coffee. I rushed into the bathroom, and
when I came out I could hear them laughing. I heard Earl say "she really
likes it." My husband said something, but I could not make it out. Next
I heard Earl's reply: "I emptied my 'nuts' in her at least a dozen
times. She really liked it."

When I heard those words I cringed. I had told my husband that we had
only had sex three times on that trip. I knew I was going to hear about
that from my husband, and later I did. I admitted I had fibbed because I
did not want to hurt his feelings by creating the impression I really
liked all that sex. I had already calculated that Earl had probably
inseminated me ten times, not over a dozen times as he had boasted. I
told Hugh that four of those times he did it while I was asleep.

One thing that so many of my coworkers mentioned that first week was
that I looked so nice and fresh, and my demeanor was so much better.
People who had thought I was rather aloof before now made so many
favorable remarks. Everyone seemed to agree that the trip was just what
I needed. I did feel real good, too. Even Hugh remarked about how much
more radiant I was. I know Hugh was better in bed. We had sex the night
I returned, and twice more within the next week.

My period was due about two weeks after our return. My periods had been
regular for several years. Well, no period. Coning back on the plane I
dozed off and awakened with a sudden strange feeling that I was
pregnant. After my period was a week late I knew I was pregnant. In the
early years of our marriage I had missed a period a few times, and I
remember that my doctor had told me that I had probably had my egg
fertilized, but that the fertilize egg did not attach itself and start
growing. I hoped that this was my problem this time.

By the time my period was three weeks late I knew I was pregnant. I was
planning to wait for my next period due date before doing anything, but
I bought a test kit and it confirmed my fears. The next day I called my
doctor and made an appointment for the next week. The next morning, a
Saturday, I told my husband. We had already discussed the possibility,
and I really think that Hugh was happy about it. He reiterated that if I
had a baby by Earl that he would accept it as his. That morning he
suggested that we could say that we paid for an in vitro fertilization,
but that the doctor had mistakenly put a black man's sperm in the dish
with my egg, and that Hugh's sperm had been used for the black man's
wife. Such things have happened.

I did not feel very good that weekend. I spotted a little Sunday
evening, and I contemplated staying home Monday, but I went to work anyway.

I had been at my desk for about an hour when I got the worst cramp and
sharp pain in my abdomen that I had ever had. Hugh was away on a
business trip, so I was alone. I practically crawled out into the main
office area before I doubled over. Someone called 911. The paramedics
correctly diagnosed that I was pregnant, and within 20 minutes I was in
the hospital.

When I awakened my husband was there with the doctor. "That sperm was
sure anxious to attack your egg," said the doctor. "It didn't even wait
for the egg to get into the tube. It hooked up with your egg right at
the ovary."

I learned more later. The doctor said it was very rare to have a tubal
pregnancy at the ovary, but that is what had happened. The egg had
started growing right there. My ovary had to be removed.

Earl cut short his business trip and visited me the next day. When I
told him what the doctor had said about that anxious sperm cell meeting
my egg where it did he had an explanation. "I'll bet you didn't tell the
doctor that it was a black man's sperm that did it. If you would have
told him he would not have been so surprised. Most doctors know that
black sperm are stronger, swim faster and live longer than white men's
sperm." Maybe he is correct. I do not know about such things.

Earl also offered his theory of how I became pregnant. He claimed that
he impregnated me when he inseminated me while I was sleeping. "After I
shot my seed into your pussy I kept my 'love muscle' in there so the
seeds couldn't leak out. My seeds had a better shot to get up inside
you." he told me that his wife got pregnant the same way. Maybe it did
happen that way. Who knows?

I returned to work the following week. The office was abuzz with rumors.
I guess everyone there suspected that Earl was the father of my aborted
pregnancy. I guess he was, but it could have been my husband. We did
have sex the night I returned. Checking back, I had obviously been
ovulating while I was with Earl. Well, I'll never know who did it, but
it does not matter.

I quit my job after another week. I just could not tolerate all the
racist remarks and innuendos. And the following week Earl also quit. He
told Hugh that he felt the pressure to resign, and he had a better job
lined up with a competitor.


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A Desire To Breed

My husband was stationed at the Marine Corps Air Station at Camp
Pendleton, California.

As a Master Gunnery Sergeant we were housed in one of the bases married
quarters in what was affectionately known as "Dog patch".

Dog patch was a zoo of kids of all ages and colors. As a large
percentage of the base's personal were black and as a result of many
servicing in foreign lands their offspring was a rainbow of colors.

Being relatively newlyweds Jeff and I had no children although we were
seriously considering starting a family. We had lived on the base for
six months and our next-door neighbors were a black couple about the
same age as us and also childless.

We quickly became close friends with the Jacksons. Lloyd was a burly
Sergeant and his wife Joyce was a slender ebony beauty.

The Jacksons were our constant companions, backyard barbeques, nights
at the Sergeants' Club and trips to enjoy the spectacular scenery
surrounding the base.

I knew I was attractive enough, whenever we went to a base dance I had
an endless stream of dance partners and more than one guy insinuated
they would be interested in getting between the sheets with me.

Jeff and I were happy and I had no intentions of jeopardizing what we
had by straying from the marriage bed even though some of the studs were
pretty tempting. I have to admit though that there was more than one man
I fantasized about. Strangely Lloyd Jackson our close friend was not one
of them until one day the conversation between the Jacksons and Jeff
and I got on the topic of having babies.

Joyce had said she was going off the pill and looking forward to getting
pregnant. Jeff said that we were also anticipating having a baby.

That started an intense discussion on how Joyce and I should conceive.
Jokingly Lloyd suggested that Jeff and him would be a couple of
stallions servicing Joyce and me. Surprising us all Jeff added we would
be like a couple of brood mares in pasture waiting for a stallion to
come along and jump us.

Lloyd quickly picked up on the idea of both wives being available for
breeding by booth husbands. I could not believe what I was hearing; my
husband was suggesting it would be O.K. for Jackson to breed me. Even
though he was black!

The next couple of days I could not get the thought of fucking Lloyd
Jackson out of my head. The thought of a black cock coming in me excited
me. As I promised Jeff I stopped taking my birth control pills.

"Were you serious about you and Lloyd sharing Joyce and me?" I asked
Jeff one night just before we made love.

"Would you do it?" my husband threw it back to me.

"If you really wanted me to?"

"I will talk to Lloyd." Jeff said.

"Don't forget I may have a black baby?" I reminded him.

"I know!" Jeff grinned.

I was nervous to say the least when that first night of sharing arrived.
The arrangements had been made, we would have a few drinks to loosen up
and then I would go to Lloyd's bedroom next door with him and Jeff would
take Joyce into our bedroom.

Of course Joyce and I had discussed this night and even exchanged tips
on what to expect from each of our husbands. Joyce had told me that
Lloyd had looked forward to some white pussy for years and was
incredibly well endowed. She told me to insist he go easy on me at first
until I got accustom to his abnormal size.

I informed Joyce that Jeff had also wanted to try some "dark meat" and
had an appetite for ass fucking. I told her I allowed Jeff to fuck my
ass but it was up to her whether she wanted to take his cock up her ass.
I could tell by the smile on her face she would.

We had dragged the inevitable out as long as we could, the time come for
us to pair off. We had drunk enough that I had a warm glow on and was
ready to carry out our plan.

Joyce and I had changed into our sexiest negligees, see-through and
hiding nothing from the guys. Jeff and Lloyd had been closely studying
our charms all night in anticipation of partaking.

I had been monitoring my cycle, taking daily temperatures and calculated
I was at the peak of my ovulation. Home pregnancy tests indicated that I
was not yet pregnant. I was about to take a black man's sperm into my
fertile pussy with my husband's blessings.

As casually as possible Jeff suggested Lloyd tae me to his place to
consummate our arrangement. With a brief kiss he relinquished me to our
neighbor.

We lived in an attached house with a shared front verandah so it was
just a case of going out the front door and into the Jackson's door.

I had been in the Jackson's home many times and was familiar with the
layout. Lloyd led me directly to the bedroom.

As I sat on the edge of the bed I thought of my husband taking Joyce
into out boudoir.

Lloyd began to undress as I watched.

As he removed his shirt I could see his well-defined chest. Lloyd worked
out regularly and had a very athletic body. Next he removed his trousers
revealing his boxer shorts. The tent in his shorts revealed his arousal.

He walked over to the bed and gently pushed me onto my back. I trembled
in anticipation as he lifted the hem of my negligee up to my belly
revealing my freshly shaved pussy. I saw his face go down into my crotch.




His thumbs gently separated my pussy lips and his tongue entered my
wetness making a long lick from the bottom up to my clit. I moaned in
ecstasy as I grabbed the back of his head and pressed him into me. My
legs wrapped around his head locking him into my pussy.

It was seldom Jeff went down on me to fulfill his task; Lloyd was a real
pussy hound! His tongue did things to me I had never experienced before
and I squealed with delight. My orgasm was intense as I felt him sucking
my juices from my wet crack.

He stood up and dropped his shorts. Joyce had not been exaggerating, the
biggest cock I had ever seen on a man sprung out before me. He stood
there grinning, his lips shining coated with my cum.

Sitting up I reached out and took his enormous member in my hand. It
actually had substantial weight to it and its girth was greater than my
fingers could encircle. The bulbous helmet was smooth and shiny, a dark
rich ebony hue. I knew what I had to do.

I had no problem sucking cock. I treated Jeff to a tremendous blowjob at
least weekly swallowing his cum every time. But the size of Lloyd's cock
intimidated me, would I be able to fit his monster into my mouth with
enough room for my tongue to do its dance? I opened my mouth as wide as
if I was sitting in a dentist's chair.

I felt the heat radiating from his meat as it slid over my lower lip. I
allowed about half of its length into my mouth before my lips sealed
around it. My cheeks sunk in as I inhaled deeply and began milking with
my hand while my tongue swirled around and over the throbbing mouthful.

Lloyd moaned and gently placed his big hands on the back of my head and
worked my mouth on his cock.

Lloyd continued to emit guttural moans as I worked on his cock. He had
been in my mouth almost five minutes and I was desperate to be able to
breath freely and my jaw was getting sore being open so wide.

Just when I thought I was going to have to stop for a break Lloyd's cock
exploded in my mouth. A torrent of thick salty cum flooded my mouth.
Instinctively I swallowed letting it slide down my throat like a raw
oyster. A dribble of cum escaped from the corner of my mouth and run
down my chin.

"God baby that was great!" Lloyd gasped as I rubbed his cum coated cock
head over my lips.

The foreplay was done; it was time for Lloyd to plant his seed in my garden.

"Are you sure you don't want me to use a condom?" Lloyd asked as we
prepared to mate.

"Positive!" I smiled.

I had become comfortable with the prospect of having a black baby. It
would show we were not subjected to society's taboos and had minds of
our own.

I knew all our friends and family would be shocked at the arrival of my
half-breed child but it was my body and my decision to make. If my
husband supported my choice what more did I need?

"Give me a baby Lloyd." I said laying back across the bed with my legs
widespread inviting him into my love nest.

Lloyd crawled on top of me spreading my legs even further as he
positioned himself to take me. I felt the head of his erection brush
against my labia seeking my entrance. My pussy lips spread allowing his
access to my waiting love tunnel.

God he was big! I couldn't withhold a tiny whimper as he stretched me to
new perimeters.

"Good girl." He said noticing my discomfort. "Just a few more inches."

A few more inches? He was already further into me than anyone had ever
been and he still had "a few more inches"!

Gently Lloyd worked the remainder of his cock into me until I felt his
balls touch my pussy lips. I never felt so wonderfully full of cock in
my entire life.

"Joyce is a lucky girl." I said as my pussy adjusted to his massive size.

Lloyd smiled as he began fucking me.

It felt like a horse was fucking me! My hips begin to gyrate as I fell
into sync with his strokes. My pussy rose and fell in an effort to keep
him buried inside of me.

"Oh God yes! Fuck me Lloyd." I moaned.

I sensed he was about to come in me, his cock throbbed and his thrusts
were becoming more powerful and deep into me. My ankles were resting on
his shoulders and the full length of his cock was penetrating my womb.

"O.K. bitch, Daddy's coming!" Lloyd moaned.

I felt his warm cum flooding me, his potent seed dispatched to seek out
my waiting fertile eggs. I closed my eyes and prayed I was becoming
pregnant. Then my orgasm took control of me.

We fucked several more times that evening. Orgasm after orgasm as
Lloyd's sperm continuously fertilized my womb. Finally we fell asleep
exhausted entangled in each other's naked body.

Early next morning Lloyd and I returned to my house. Joyce and Jeff were
already up sitting in the kitchen sipping of coffee.

Joyce was still wearing her negligee and had a big smile on her face.

"How did it go?" Jeff asked as we entered.

"Wonderful!" I beamed with the radiance of a newly pregnant woman.

Lloyd grinned his agreement.


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Black baby for Mommy

My name is Amy and I want to tell you about my life thus far. I hope you
will enjoy my story. Some of you may even have thought about you life in
the same way. But, for now, just listen to it and you can tell me about
yours when I'm finished.

I've been married to Stephen for the last seventeen years. The first ten
were wonderful. We had three beautiful babies and they all have made it
good in the world. Stephen was very much in love with me and he dotted
on me constantly.

We have a beautiful home in Falls Church and are considered pillars of
the community. We attend every event and Stephen always heads on or more
committees. I always bake cakes and pie to share with our neighbors.

He had a good job and made enough money where I wouldn't have to work
and could stay home and take care of the kids and the house. I was
happy, he was happy and the children were happy too.

I don't really know what changed. Just that, one day, Stephen came home
angry and has been that way for the past four years.

My days are my own and I really enjoy playing on the computer. I have
met many people on the IM chats that I have almost every day.

I've made some girlfriends that I've actually met and I have talked to
several interesting men. I have been talking to one man for six months
and now he wants to meet me.

I've told him that I'm married and that I have children. But he doesn't
really care. He just likes me for who I am and he wants to meet me. So
he asked me if I would meet him at a hotel in Stanford.

I'm thinking seriously of going. I have even thought of telling Stephen
that my sister is sick and needs some help. She will back me up if he
calls. But I don't think that he will.

So I told Melvin that I would meet him. I'm so nervous. I can't believe
that I'm going to go. If my kids ever found out they would probably
disown me as their mother.

But I have to go. Something in me stirred when I started talking to
Melvin and I really feel the need to be with him. I want to feel his
strong arms holding me and making all of the bad things in my life go away.

I called my sister yesterday and she said she would cover for me... tell
Stephen that I'm visiting a neighbor or went shopping, if he should call.

I've been packing for the last two days. I'm going to be staying for the
weekend and Monday so I'll have to have clothes for four days. My pussy
gets wet every time I think of the trip. I have to still myself to keep
from getting giddy like a schoolgirl.

I know once I see Melvin's face, I will fall in love with him. I just
know somehow. Did I tell you that he's black? I've always fantasized
about a black lover; someone who can make me feel like I've really been
satisfied.

Stephen's six-inches sure doesn't cut it anymore! Of course, he doesn't
give it to me much either. I've never asked Melvin how large he is, but
I'm sure it's bigger than eight-inches; even though he's never told me
his size.

I get wet just thinking about our meeting. I wish I were leaving today.
But I can wait. Saturday morning I will be dressed and on the road by
six. I should be there no later than noon.

Then....bliss!

Melvin will take me in his arms and kiss me, touch me and make me feel
like a beautiful woman once again.

I'm nervous, just a little but mostly excited. My pussy is so wet at the
thought of his hands on my body. My lips on his. His hard cock pressing
against me and pushing deep into my moist cunt.

Ah... I can imagine the joy of my clit as he licks me.

The drive was longer than I expected but when I arrived at the hotel, he
was waiting at the front door for me.

I didn't know it was him until he approached me. "Amy?" he asked as I
was pulling my bag out of the trunk.

I turned and there he stood. Maybe two inches taller than me. His
chocolate skin was smooth and soft. His smile wide and white. His eyes,
dark and deep with passion.

I smiled as I looked upon his kind face.

"You're more beautiful than I expected," he said softly. He kissed my
cheek then took my bags. "Let me help you with those."

Melvin took the bags and with one hand on the small of my back guided me
into the hotel. It was very luxurious. The elevator was gold and had a
small couch in it for those who had to go to the top floor I guessed.

Melvin was on the fifth floor and the view was beautiful There was a
park and beyond it a river. I watched as one slowly passed. Then I
turned to this man that my heart cried out for.

He walked up to me and said, "I've waited so long for someone like you.
You are so beautiful! I would like to kiss you."

"Oh please do. I haven't been kissed in such a long time," I pleaded.

Melvin wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me close. I felt the
hardness between his legs and our bodies collided and somehow fell back
onto the bed. My skirt slipped up above my panties and his hardness
pressed against me.

We rolled around on the bed, kissing and touching and exploring the
intimate places we wanted to touch for months.

He was gentle at first. He slowly unbuttoned my silk blouse and unhooked
the front lock of my bra. My heavy breast feel from their restraints and
his mouth caught one as it fell.

Melvin's tongue lapped at the erect nipple and I moaned from the
pleasure he gave me. On hand found its way into my sheer panties and his
fingers pinched my erect clit.

"Oh yes" I moaned as the stress of the past year flowed from my being.

I pulled my head off the pillow and watched as his mouth covered my
wanting cunt. His tongue darted in and out of my thirsty pussy and my
hips lifted off the sheets trying to force him deeper and deeper into my
body.

"I want you, I whispered softly. I want you to fuck me and make me the
tramp I long to be. Make me fuck you and suck you and then do it all
over again. I don't want one minute to pass without us enjoy one
another's body." I instructed him.

Melvin sat up on his knees. His ten-inch Johnson bouncing up and down, a
drop of precum gleaming on its head.

I leaned over and licked the fluid. Then sat up, licked my lips and
cooed.... Mmmmmm good!"

He pushed me back onto the bed and slipping off my panties, he spread my
legs wide open.

He climbed off the bed and slowly took his shirt off. Then he threw off
his shoes and dropped his jeans.

My heart beat fast as I watched him. His skin was flawless and so
smooth. It felt like silk to the touch.

Melvin reached out to me. I took his hand. He pulled me off the bed and
continued to unclothe me.

Standing there, in front of the open window, I felt free for the first
time in years. I touched my erect nipples and then my wet pussy. I felt
no shame at taking pleasure of my own skin.

Melvin knelt before me. His tongue gently licked at my clit.

My legs felt weak. I placed my hands on his wide shoulders to support
myself. His tongue flicked in and out of the wetness between my legs.

"You have sweet pussy!" he whispered between licks. "I want to suck you
for a good long time!"

"Oh yes, Marvin, I want that too. Then when you can go no longer, I'll
suck you and fuck you and give you pleasures beyond your dreams." I
promised.

"I know that you will baby, I know that you will" he whispered then
pushed a long finger deep into my pool of pleasure.

When he finally took me to a level that I had never been, I was seeing
purple light through the windows. Hours had past. My muscles were weak
and my body soaked with sweat and cum.

"Are you hungry, my love?" he asked.

"Oh yes, I am. But first I'm thirsty!"

I rolled over and pushed him onto the wet spread. I took his dark cock
into my hand and stroked it slowly at first while I licked its heart
shaped head. Once it was solid I stood above him and slid down was deep
as my pussy would go.

"Oh," Melvin sighed. "What a sweet pussy!"

His hands grabbed my waist and slowly moved my body up and down on the
stiff shaft beneath me.

I started pinching my nipples; they cried out for attention.

I assisted his cock by massaging my throbbing clit. My knees were like
spaghetti I had no control.

The sun had set and the moon was halfway up in the sky.

Melvin's slick dick fucked me for a long time. Stephen had never fucked
me this long, even when he had loved me and wanted to make a family with me.

Suddenly, Melvin made a move I hadn't expected. He flipped me over and I
lay face down on the bed.

I felt him touching the crease of my ass with the tip of his hard cock.
"I want to fuck your tight ass, baby," he whispered hoarsely

"Is it going to hurt?" I asked a bit nervous. "I've never been fucked in
the ass," I explained.

"I'll be as gentle as I can," he whispered as he spread something cold
on my butt.

Then I felt a pressure as my butt began to burn. It was the force of his
large member pushing its way through uncharted territory.

It hurt, it burned and I bit my lip so as not to cry out. Blood trickled
and fell on the white pillowcase. My fingers tore into the soft pillow
where I lay.

Melvin groaned, huffed and puffed as he forced his long prick deep into
my anus. It hurt but he whispered softly... "You're so tight. You feel
so good! I'm not gonna be able to do this for long... Oh Yeah! That's it
baby. Give it to me... Oh.!" he cried as he spilled his hot seed into
my tight butt.

His body shook with pleasure; he reached around and pinched my nipples
once again. His shrinking prick slipped out of ass and he rolled off of me.

Breathing hard, he whispered. "Baby, that was great! Give me ten minutes
and I'll pleasure you!"

He lay back onto a wet pillow and soon his breathing was rhythmic. His
chest rose and fell and his eyes closed.

I rolled off the bed and climbed into the shower. The warm water soothed
my travel weary body. As it trickled over my smooth skin, I followed its
path to my wanton pussy...

I slipped two fingers in my cunt and massaged my clit as the warmth
consumed me. Closing my eyes, I leaned against the cool ceramic tiles. I
aligned the showerhead to tickle my fancy and spread my legs wide to
allow it entrance.

As the water soothed me, I closed my eyes and dreamed of being fucked by
Melvin's cock. I couldn't wait for the penetration, so deep and filling
that I would explode like dynamite as soon as he was deep in my pussy


.

Closing my eyes, I allowed my mind to wander to fantasies that danced in
my head; such as Melvin sucking my clit as I pressed his face deep into
my pussy. His tongue darting in and out of my pussy while my hips fuck
his face.

My hand touched a sensitive spot and I moaned aloud. "Ah.. yes... do it
good baby!"

The shower door flew open. Melvin stood there, nude, his dong hanging
half way down his thigh. It's head full and dark. He stepped into the
warm water and knelt before me.

Using two fingers, he separated my pussy lips and inserted his tongue. I
placed my hands firmly on the back of his head and guided him in and out
of my hot pussy.

"Tongue fuck me baby! Give me what I need. Make me cum. Make my body
wrack with pleasure. Make me cry out to you. Give it to me. Fuck me like
the bitch I am!" I cried loudly.

Melvin followed my instructions, then he stood up and his fully erect
penis collided with my open pussy. Deeply he penetrated me. So deep it
found a stop sign three-quarters of the way in.

He banged and banged against the pleasure spot until my body whither
with joy and I cried out "Don't stop! Fill me full of you. Fill the
pussy full of your seed... I don't want it to end! I need something to
hold onto you!"

His seed spilled over and ran down my legs. My body slid down the shower
wall and I knelt before him. His dripping prick slipped back into my
mouth and I suckled him as a baby does a tit.

I was ravenous. Melvin pulled me off his prick and lifted me into his
arms. His mouth covered mine; his tongue darted deep into my throat. He
took my wet body out of the shower and carried me back into the bedroom.

The darkness had covered the sky and the stars sparkled beside the full
moon. Melvin carried me to the window. My breast squashed against the
cooling glass gave me another orgasm.

He slipped his dick into my pussy and standing there, watching the moon
float across the midnight sky, he fucked me hard and fast. No
protection, no indication that he would fill me with his seed. He fucked
me with abandon. Finally, he fell on the floor. His prick shrinking, his
breath heavy.

I bent over him; my mouth covered his still spilling dick. I licked at
his cum and swallowed it as it tried to escape. His body shook with
pleasure and his hands pressed the back of my head and moved it up and down.

He spilled his seed once again then fell limp. His eyes closed and soon
his breathing became deep as sleep consumed him.

I lay next to him, my arm around his broad chest. My hand on my pussy. I
masturbated until sleep overtook me.

I don't know what time it was, but his dick being inserted into my still
sticky pussy awaked me.

"I want to give you something to remember me," he whispered. "We'll
always be connected that way."

"Oh yes, I want to be connected to you. You know how to please me like
no man has in a long time. I want your gift. I'll treasure it and
nourish it. I'll make you proud."

"I hope he's just like you, kind and gentle and loving. He will be my
pride and joy." I promised him.

Melvin opened my legs wide and his prick penetrated me deeper than the
night before. He fucked me slow and deep. He looked me in the eyes as
his body connected with mine and when he shot his hot seed into me, he
kissed me deeply. His tongue rolling around with mine as his seed
planted itself deep in my pussy, insuring that it would grow.

Once penetrated, he helped me off the floor and we showered together. He
licked my breasts clean then my clit. My legs shivered and he supported
me. Melvin washed my back and I washed his.

It felt good to feel loved again. I was sad that I had only a few more
hours to spend with him. But I was determined to make the best of it.

After our shower, we called room service. The food was delicious and we
fed one another. We laughed and talked until it was time to check out of
the hotel.

When Melvin placed me safely behind my steering wheel, his tongue
penetrated my mouth. His hand found my uncovered pussy free for his touch.

"While you're driving home, I want you to touch yourself each time you
stop at a red light." he instructed me. "And take good care of him when
he decides to come home."

"I will and every time I look of him, I'll remember you and how you gave
me the love I so desperately needed." I kissed him deeply and drove away.

That was ten months ago. Jeffery, my new son, is beautiful. He has his
father's smile and a mixture of our skin tones. He is light chocolate.

My children love him, even though he is not their father's son. He is a
happy little boy. He is surrounded by love.

Stephen found new love for me. He thinks I was raped. But Jeffery and I
know that I wasn't. We know he was conceived in love.

I sent Melvin pictures of Jeffery. He is proud of his son. He wants to
meet him one day. I know Jeffery will love that and love him.

I think it will be a long while before I'm bored again...


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Black Impregnation

Less than a year ago Tim my husband and I had been married six years and
were getting along great. Upper middle class, we had just about
everything. I had just turned thirty-one and Tim was forty-four. Tim is
5'8" and quite handsome with his salt and pepper hair. Tim is also a
workaholic banker and a great provider. While Tim is no hard body and a
little pudgy, he isn't fat. Tim is very adventurous and it was that
adventurous spirit of his that I fell in love with. Tim is always hungry
to try new things. Sex was very good and with Tim, creative.

I met Tim at work, when I was fresh out of college with a masters. Tim
was older and different from the college boys I had dated. Mature and
grounded with a hidden undercurrent of rebel, I fell for Tim
immediately. I was no virgin and had dated two guys seriously during
college. The first guy was my high school sweetheart Jimmy. Jimmy and I
lost our virginity to each other in our freshman year. Jimmy needless to
say was very inexperienced. Missionary was the only position he liked
and no matter how many times I wanted to try something new we always
ended up with me underneath. At least with Jimmy he was enthusiastic.

Jimmy and I broke up in our senior year when I found out he was doing my
roommate Jan. After Jimmy I met Robert the hippie. Robert was shall we
say laid back. We dated for two years. Sex with Robert was good,
especially oral, but infrequent because Robert preferred drugs. Robert
and I dated till I graduated. After applying and getting a new job in a
different city I packed my things and moved out. We were both ready for
the change and I never saw Robert again.

Tim literally swept me off my feet. Sex was great during the courtship,
every night a new position. I don't consider myself a sex maniac or a
slut, but there is a little devil in me that likes to have fun, so Tim
and I were a good match. Tim asked me to marry him six months after we
met and we married a year later. After we were married sex was still
exciting but Tim started working more and my career took off, leaving
little time for each other. I guess it was during our third year that
things started changing. One night after work, Tim brought home a DVD
with a bottle of wine.

"I think it's about time we start spicing thing up Susan," I remember my
husband saying.

The DVD was a porn movie, my first. I loved it. I felt like I was at the
bedroom door looking in and it really excited me. Tim and I didn't even
wait till the movie ended before we were making love. Soon the DVDs
became routine and so did our life. Monday through Friday we worked.
Friday nights we join friends for dinner and drinks. Saturday Tim would
spend the day playing golf with his friend. I would hit the gym, shop or
lay out by our pool. Saturday night was DVD night.




About half way through our fourth year Tim suggested I get a boob job.
We were watching one of our porn movies and Tim noted that all the
actresses had implants. Tim said bigger breasts would look good on my
5'6" frame. I was a small B-cup with pretty large nipples so it took
very little prodding from Tim. A month latter I was sporting large C-cup
breasts. The implants also had the effect of making my rather large
nipples more pronounced. Almost immediately things between Tim and I
changed. Tim became much more attentive. Especially about the way I
dressed. Tim was always after me to go bra-less, to show more cleavage
and to wear revealing cloths. Tim told me he really liked it when other
men stared or flirted with me. Tim said it made him proud to have a
woman that other men wanted. I have to admit Tim didn't have to push me
very hard. I loved the way men looked at me after the boob job and what
woman doesn't like to be attractive to the opposite sex.

One Friday when I got home Tim was waiting with this tiny little white
dress and some six inch pumps. Tim wanted to go dancing that night and
told me to put on the dress. Tim was on his fourth glass of wine and
buzzed. The dress had a scooped neck line that barely covered my breasts
and it was backless. I tried the dress on, it was skin tight and very
short, barely covering my butt. My panties were clearly outlined and
with no bra my dark nipples were protruding through the material and
were quite visible.

"Jesus Tim I can't wear this, I look like one of those porn-stars from
the movies. I mean I can't even wear underwear with out showing the
panty lines and if it were any shorter my butt would hang out."

"I wanted to go to that club in Austin and do some dancing, we won't
bump into anyone there. I want to see the reaction of all those guys in
the club. I want you to give them a raging hard on babe."

"You know Tim your starting to worry me, I don't mind the movies and a
little exhibitionism, but this is getting perverted." I really was just
joking, but Tim thought I was serious.

"Come here. Perverted? I'm not perverted, lots and lot of other guys
want to see their wife with other men. Come to the computer let me show
you something," he slurred as he finished his fourth glass.

"What did you say Tim?" Tim had never mentioned that he wanted me to
have sex with another guy much less that he wanted to see me with them.

Tim sat down in front of the computer, did a brief search and pulled up
a site.

"Read this, I'll get us some wine."

The site contained numerous stories that were sent in by anonymous
writers. The first story Tim had me read was about a married couple who
took a vacation to the Virgin islands. While there the husband
encouraged his wife to have sex with this incredibly hung black man. I
was half way through the story when Tim returned with the wine.

"What did I tell you Susan, you see other guys feel the same way."

"Tim this is just one story and it's obviously fantasy."

"Really, keep reading, read the next story." I had to admit the first
story left me turned on so I read several more stories. Each story was a
little different but the theme was the same. All the stories were
interracial and in each case the black man was a superior lover to the
husband. The sex was always the best the woman ever had and in the last
story the wife had let the black man impregnate her. I thought that was
rather kinky, yet at the same time a turn on. The other underlying theme
was that the husband always consented, although sometimes reluctantly. I
rubbed my legs together, I was wet.

When I finished reading the stories I joined Tim in the bedroom. The
stories had made me quite horny, so I jumped on Tim and started fumbling
with his pants.

"Reading about all that black cock has you turned on, huh Sue?"

"Well the stories were hot. Do you feel like some of those husband's. I
mean would it really turn you on to see me make it with a big black
stud," I teased as I felt his penis go hard.

"I'm not sure. Thinking about it does turn me on. How about you? Have
you ever wondered what it would be like to make love to a well hung
black man." Tim's dick was rock hard instantly, I squeezed him harder.

"I still think there just stories Tim, those guys can't all be hung that
big."

"Oh yeah then look at this." Tim jumped up from bed and went to the
closet were he took down a shoe box. Opening it, he removed several
DVDs' and placed one in the player.

"What's this," I asked.

"Just some movies I have."

"Have I seen them before."

"No."

"Why not?"

"I didn't think you would like them, now enough talk, lets look at the
movie." I could tell Tim was drunk so I didn't pursue the point.

Climbing into bed Tim turned on the player. Surprisingly it was the
first time that I had seen a black man making love to a white woman and
was it hot. The black man's cock was easily twice the size of Tim's
penis, both in length and thickness. Now I'm not naive, but the way the
woman was reacting it was hard not to believe she wasn't enjoying this
magnificent man. Tim slipped his hands between my legs and began rubbing
my clit.

"Wow some one is really wet. Notice the girl she kind of looks like
you." I hadn't really been playing close attention to the woman, but on
closer look there were similarities. The woman was medium height, brown
hair and brown eye's. I might of been a little taller, but our bodies
were the same. My mind was reeling as Tim and the film brought me to my
first orgasm.




"I guess, she sort of does, although she Anglo."

"Okay, she still looks like you, same body and I bet your wondering what
a big black cock like that would feel like. Look at him fuck her, can
you imagine what that feels like." The woman seemed quite young maybe
early twenties and she was taking every bit of black cock the stud had
to give her.

I couldn't wait any longer and pulled a condom off the night stand and
rolled it over Tim's dick. Then straddling his penis I slipped it into
my inflamed pussy. For the first time in my life I fantasized that it
was the black stud from the movie that was fucking me. I came hard a
second time as Tim too came. Rolling off of Tim I continued watching the
movie. A few minutes latter Tim was snoring. My pussy still tingled and
was very wet. That night, watching the movie I diddled myself until I
came a third time.

The next morning I woke up and Tim was off to his golf game. Brushing my
teeth, I thought about the night before. I had so many things to think
about. First, there was the revelation that my husband harbored this
fantasy about me having sex with another man, a black man at that. The
second thing dealt more with my feelings. For the first time I wondered
what it would be like to have sex with a really well endowed black man.
Were the myths true, were they better lovers, what did a big black cock
feel like. Remembering Tim's box, I looked for it in the bedroom.Tim had
put the box back in the closet. Taking it down I opened the box and
discovered six movies all starring the same woman. The woman that looked
like me. The woman's name was Spring Thomas and she seemed to have this
thing for black men and very big cock's.

I watched another movie before Tim came home and it was a good thing he
came home early. My clit was almost raw from touching myself. When Tim
got home he was feeling no pain. The boys had had a couple of beers at
the club house. Since Tim didn't bring up the night before, neither did
I. I had my way with him that evening.

The rest of the week I was draw to Tim's stories and movies like a moth
to a flame. I found entire sites devoted to husbands that wanted to see
their wives with other men. Sites were married white women could contact
black men. Everyday I would read some of the stories and view photo's of
black men having sex with white women. On top of that I must of watched
each of Tim's movies twice. The end result was I was very horny by
bedtime, so that week Tim and I had sex almost every night.

I must say that I don't believe I became obsessed with the idea of
making love to a black man. It wasn't like that. What seemed to excite
me most was the idea that here was my husband with this very real
fantasy. Tim was turned on by the prospect of my having sex with another
man, a black man. I wondered what he would do if I put him to task. I
was sure that if it came right down to it Tim would never allow me to
bed a black stud. At the same time I was excited by the idea that I
could have complete freedom to do as I wished.

Friday rolled around and Tim brought up going into Austin for the
evening. Of course he wanted me to wear the dress he bought me.

"Put the dress on Susan and lets go dancing."

"Tim you don't dance."

"I know, but I like to watch you dance."

"You going to find us a place were I can dance with some handsome black
man", I said seductively.

"Of course, now go change." I bit my tongue thinking to myself, okay
buster if this is what you want then it's exactly what your going to get.

I remember taking a glass of wine from Tim's hand and going to the
bedroom to change. I slipped on the dress and looked in the mirror. The
dress had a very low scooped top that barely cover my breasts. I put the
shoes on and finished my wine, then I joined Tim.

"So this is what you want me to wear. You sure you want me to wear this?
No bra, no panties, I look like a slut. Like that little porn star you
like so much. I guess all I need to make your fantasy come true is a big
black stud, right." I sat down next to Tim and placed my hand on his
dick, it was very hard.

"Wow, I guess I should dress like this more often,"

"You look really good babe." Tim leaned over and gave me a kiss, as his
hand drifted between my legs and found my slit. I moaned with pleasure
as his finger rubbed my clit.

"Maybe we should just stay home," I suggested.

"No way I want to see what those guys out there are going to do when
they see the hottest woman in Texas."

"If I'm the hottest women in Texas why share," just then I heard a horn
blow out front.

"That's the cab, Susan, lets go," Tim said without answering the question.

The Friday night before a Longhorn game on Sixth Street in Austin Texas
is nothing short of an event. College kids, locals and alumni, crowd the
street wandering from waterhole to waterhole. Almost any kind of music
is available and many of the clubs have lines. That night the first club
we hit was mostly kids and we didn't stay long. After leaving the club
we were walking down the street when I noticed this black man staring at
me. The man was leaning against a wall outside a club called the
Element. There was no line so I told Tim that we should try the place.
Walking into the place I could feel the black mans eyes on me. I tried
not to look at him, but entering the club I gave him a sideways glance.
The black man stood stone faced with no expression at all.

Tim and I walked over to the bar, the club was fairly busy.Tim bought a
round of drinks and while we were waiting I felt someone squeeze behind me.

"Eddie, Johnnie Walker Black!" Looking over my right shoulder I realized
it was the black man from outside. His deep voice carried over the din
of the crowd. With his right arm wedged between me and the customer
immediately to my right his body was pressed up against my back. The man
was about 6' 3" and broad shouldered. With my heels on I am about 5'10"
a good two inches taller than Tim, but I still had to look up at the
black man.

"You've never been here before?" Still looking over my shoulder, his
question caught me by surprise.

"No," I stammered. I felt his body press up against me more firmly. I
was sure I could feel his cock pressing up against my ass. Then I felt
his hand on my waist.

"Let's dance," he said as he took my right hand and led me out to the
dance floor. I never even had a chance to ask Tim if it was alright.
Walking behind the man I could not help but reflect how much he was like
the black men I had read about in the stories. Big, handsome and
confident. I thought to myself, "Tim could never be so assertive."

I followed the man up to the DJ's stand were he said something to the
DJ. Then turning towards me he leaned over and with his deep voice said,
"My name is Kareem, what's your name."

"Susan Hanks," I answered as I placed my hand on his shoulder and
tiptoed to be heard. Kareem's shoulder was muscle hard, his scent
subtle, masculine, with a powerful underling musk. Just then the song
ended and a slow number started. Kareem placed his hands on my waist and
drew me close. I had no choice but to place my arms around his powerful
neck. My body seemed to mold itself to Kareem's. Kareem's thigh was
pressed firmly between my legs and with each step I could feel his cock
pulsing to life. I had no way of knowing how large it was, but it felt
big, very big.

"So Susan, is that short guy your husband?"

"He's not that short." I answered defensively.

"So the answer is yes that's your husband." Kareem laughed, still
holding me close, his cock pressed firmly against me, his thigh hard
between my legs. My pussy getting wet with the banter. What was it about
black men and their direct approach I wondered. Apprehensively I
answered him.

"Yes."

"I saw you look at me when you walked up, you ain't never been with a
black man before have you." I was completely caught off guard with the
question and didn't know how to answer.

"Cat got your tongue, look I don't believe in fucking around. I think
your interested, am I right." Kareem had smoldering brown eyes that held
mine as if in a trance. My body was hot with the heat of our dancing and
it felt so wicked to be talking to him like this, our bodies pressed
together. The conversation so open, sexual tension undeniable.

"I guess you could say I'm curious."

"Never been with a black man." I nodded no.

"Good, lets work on changing that." and with that said, Kareem pulled me
closer as we finished the dance. Kareem walked me back to the bar and
stood next to me. Tim who was sitting to my left leaned over and asked
me what happened. Whispering, I told him about my conversation with
Kareem. Tim became quite animated.

"Should I leave the two of you alone a while," Tim offered. Caught off
guard, I couldn't believe what my husband was actually suggesting.
Before I could answer, Tim gathered his drink and walked off. I was
about to call Tim back when Kareem tapped me on the shoulder.

"Tell me, he just left you sitting here next to me."

"It would appear so," I said clearly surprised by Tim's actions. Kareem
spun my stool in his direction. My leg pressed up against his crotch. I
could feel his hardness.

Leaning over to say something to me, I felt his hand on my shoulder. "So
tell me about yourself Susan Hanks."

The next couple of hours flew bye. Kareem was a great listener and
absolutely charming. We danced and talked and drank and talked. I
noticed Tim once standing in a corner watching us dance, but to tell the
truth I was so infatuated with Kareem I hardly acknowledged him.

"So is he one of the jealous types or a cuck." Kareem too, had noticed
Tim in the corner nursing his drink.

"A what?"

"A cuckold, you know, the kind of guy that likes his woman to fuck other
guys." How could he know I thought. I didn't know what to say. Kareem
was quick to note my hesitance.

"He's not gay is he, I'm not into that?"

"No Tim's not gay, he just has these fantasies."

"So he's a cuck, that's good, I plan on making him real happy," Kareem
said. Leaning over, he kissed me, at first just our lips touched.
Pressing his mouth firmly against mine, his tongue gently entered my
mouth. I flushed with heat. Breaking off the kiss Kareem smiled down at
me. My heart beat a mile a minute.

"That was very nice, Susan Hanks, very nice indeed."

I felt a tap on my back, it was Tim. "Can we talk for a second."

"Sure what do you want," I said curtly, suddenly not wanting to be
interrupted.

"Privately."

"Okay." Turning to Kareem I excused myself and followed Tim towards the
restroom area.

"Are you going to his place or ours?"

"Tim he hasn't asked me anywhere, and I haven't decided to do anything.
Your acting crazy, Tim."

"I'm sorry, it's just I saw you kiss him and I figured. Did he turn you
on, you know, kissing you?" Tim was talking a mile a minute.I could tell
he was excited.

"You sure you want this, he made me really wet with that kiss," I said
as I leaned over and rubbed his penis. Tim's dick was rock hard.
Suddenly I wanted to push Tim to see how far he would go.

"Yes," Tim said and his dick irrupted in his pants.

"I guess you are excited," I smiled. "Maybe we should go home, now that
your pants are ruined.

"God I can't believe I just came like that. Seeing you kiss him was the
most exciting thing I have ever seen." I removed my hand from his
crotch, feeling the stickiness of Tim's cum.

"Go clean up I told Tim and wait for me here. I'll say good night to Kareem.

Kareem was at the bar talking to a blond who had taken my seat. Kareem
told the girl that his friend was back and the girl started to get up.
Disappointment written all over her face.

"No, no, please stay I have to leave. I just came to say goodbye and to
tell you it was a pleasure meeting you."

"Too bad, cold feet? Yours or his?"

"Both I think. Tim has a golf game in the morning." I turned to leave
when Kareem took my arm spinning me towards him. Placing his hand on my
waste he pulled me close. My breast pressed against his powerful chest.
I looked up at him and he leaned over and kissed me again. I felt myself
tremble as his tongue found mine. My nipples strained against his chest.
My pussy gushed. I don't know how long we kissed before he released me.

Staring into my eye's Kareem said "See you soon Susan Hanks."

I met Tim on the way out.

"Wow, that was some kiss, I thought you two were going to fuck right there"

"It's what you wanted, Isn't it,"I said as we got in the car. All the
way home Tim wanted to hear every word that was said between Kareem and
I. Tim wanted to know everything including Kareem's cock size.
Remembering all the stories I had read,. I decided to tease my husband.




"God his cock was big, very big."

"Did you feel it was he bigger than me?"

"He put my hand on his cock," I lied. "He was a lot bigger than you,
maybe twice as big. I'm glad we left when we did because I don't think I
could have resisted him much longer." I leaned over and unzipped his
pants, Tim's dick was hard and still wet with his sperm.

"Boy you really like hearing about Kareem's big cock don't you." I felt
Tim's dick twitch in my hand. "Maybe we should turn around, so I can go
home with him and fuck his big black cock. Is that what you want Tim.
You want your wife to fuck that big black man?"

"Dam Susan what are you doing to me, okay if you want to go back I'll
turn around." Suddenly Tim was spurting cum all over my hand. Tim
started to slow down to turn around.

"Hey , I was just kidding Tim, lets go home," I said wiping my hand on
his pants. When we got home I was ready for sex but Tim had cum so hard
he was unable to get it up. My pussy was sopping wet and Tim manged to
get me off with his tongue, which was easy because the whole time I
thought about Kareem.

The next morning I woke up thinking about the events from the night
before. I couldn't get over what had happened. I wondered if Kareem had
found me attractive, if I would see him again. I thought about our kiss
and how turned on Tim was.

I got up, put on coffee and jumped in the shower. Closing my eye's I let
the warm water course over my body, it felt wonderful. I soaped my legs
and shaved them. Normally I just trim enough of my bush to ware my
bikini, but most of the women in the stories and video's I had been
seeing were completely bare. So I soaped up and shaved my pussy
completely clean. Checking myself out in the mirror I felt so wicked. I
loved the way I looked and felt.

I walked into the bedroom nude and climbed into bed. Then with out
warning Tim, I straddled his chest, presenting him with my hairless pussy.

"Hey what's." Tim opened his eye's, my pussy inches from his face."

"You like," I said as I slid my pussy closer to his face as I caressed
his head with both hands.

"You shaved. For me," he questioned. The puppy dog look on his face made
me feel so naughty.

"You wish, I shaved it for Kareem, I hear black men prefer their pussy
nice and clean. You think he'll like it." I teased as I reached back and
touched Tim's dick, it was already hard. I knew what I was saying
excited him so I pressed my pussy into his face.

"Lick it Tim, lick my pussy baby." I felt Tim's tongue driving into my
cunt. "Deeper baby get me good and hot for Kareem, hot for his big black
cock." I rubbed my pussy hard across Tim's mouth and nose. I closed my
eye's and had a wonderful orgasm as I told Tim how excited I was about
seeing Kareem again. Holding Tim's hair I nearly smothered him as I
shuttered with the rippling sensation of multiple orgasms.

Tim gulped air as he too came with me. We laid there for sometime with
out speaking. Then Tim got up and got dressed to go golfing. Not a word
was said about what had just happened.

I put on shorts and an old bikini top and started working in the yard.
It was a beautiful spring day, the sun was hot, the breeze cool. I had
been outside for about an hour and was sweaty having just raked up
leaves by the pool. Walking out from the back yard I saw a big black BMW
parked in our drive way. I squinted to get a look at the driver through
the dark tinted windows. I couldn't make out who it was, then the
drivers door cracked open.

"Dam woman you have to be the best looking yard man I ever saw."

"Kareem what are you doing here." I couldn't help but blush at the
compliment.

"So you didn't want to see me again, that's not the impression you left
me with last night."

To say I was stunned was overstatement. My heart started to race as
Kareem walked across the yard in my direction. Kareem looked bigger in
daylight. The man was perfectly dressed. Kareem had on a dark blue golf
shirt that clung to his muscular frame. Tan slacks and loafers. I looked
down at myself and cringed. My hair was a mess, my skin streaked with
dirt and sweat.

"How did you find me?" Kareem devoured me with his eye's as he answered.

"Computer, Susan Hanks right. Just a finger tip away these days. I
thought maybe we could get some lunch."

"As you can see, I'm not really dressed to go anywhere."

"Okay, then I'll settle for a cool drink. Tim playing golf?"

"Yes how did you know, oh that's right I told you last night. Come on
follow me," I said nervously, as I led Kareem back to the pool. "Have a
seat. What would you like soda, beer it's early. The house is a mess,
you don't mind sitting outside do you."

"No not at all," Kareem answered with a grin his eye's, roving over my
body. "Soda is fine by the way. You didn't answer before."

"What's that?" I quizzed.

"About seeing me again, You did want to see me again didn't you?"

The man was so blunt I thought, I just didn't know how to answer, so I
turned and walked into the house. My legs felt like jello. I went inside
wash a little and tried to brush my hair. When I returned with the
drinks I found Kareem swiming in the pool, his cloths neatly folded over
a chair.

"Kareem I see you made yourself at home," I said. Kareem stood in waist
deep water. His body was magnificent, lean but well muscled. The water
gleamed like diamonds on his satin brown skin. Kareem walked to the
steps and out of the pool.

"Your not angry are you, it's just such a nice day." My jaw dropped when
he exited the pool. Kareem had on a plain pair of white boxer shorts.
Wet they did little to hide his huge cock. I tried not to stare but
Kareem noticed and looking down and realized what I was looking at.
Looking up he smiled.

"I didn't realize these were see through," he grinned.

Taking the drink from my hand he took a long sip. Set it on the table
and took my hand.

"Come on lets go swimming." Kareem led me down the steps into the water.

"Kareem I really have things to do and." Kareem cut me off in
mid-sentence with a wet kiss as he pulled me close to his body. His
tongue entered my mouth at the same time by breasts pressed against his
muscle hard chest. At the same time I felt him untie the string to my
bikine top, with a quick pull. Then Kareem skillfully moved his hand to
my left brest. His hand cupped my breast rubbing my already hard
nipples. Braking the kiss he continued rubbing my tit as he looked down
on my bare breast.

"Very nice," he said kissing me and then looking at his handy work, as
he pinched and pulled on my nipple.When excited my nipples really get
hard and long. "I love dark thick nipples on a woman, it's a real turn
on for me as you can feel." Kareem said this as he pressed his amazing
cock against me. Then he took my hand and placed it on his cock. I never
realized a man could have such a large cock. Much thicker than Tim's and
nearly twice as long. Any thought of resistance was replaced with pure
lust as we repeadly kissed.

Kareem then pulled down my shorts and effortlessly lifted me on to the
side of the pool. Spreading my leggs he peered at my bare cunt.

"Baby you are one hot woman, dam girl it will be a cold day in hell
before I share this pussy with anyone else."




I wasn't exactly sure what he meant at the moment, as he lowered his
bald head between my legs and sucked on my clit, his tongue driving me
crazy. For the second time that morning a man was eating my pussy and it
was an incredible high for me. I was gushing with excitement and after
just a few moments wanted Kareem inside me.

"Oh god fuck me Kareem," I said as I tugged on him to stop licking and
mount me. Kareem took my hand as we excited the pool and led me to a
lounge chair.

"Maybe we should go inside," I said breathing rapidly. Kareem nodded no
and sat on the lounge chair. Pulling me to him, he had me straddle the
lounge chair so that his massive cock was pointing straight up at my wet
pussy. Looking between my legs I reached down and guided the black
mushroom head of his cock between my pussy lips. Pre-cum was ozzing from
the head and mixed with my gussing pussy juice provided a lot of
lubricant. Still Kareem's black cock spread my pussy to the limit.

I knew having unprotected sex with Kareem brought risk, but I was in no
position to think clearly. I was fairly sure my fertile time was close,
but it was hard to count days with Kareem's huge cock piercing my pussy.
Slowly I lowered myself on this incredible man. Kareem's black cock was
so much thicker than Tim's. I placed my right foot on the lounge chair
to give me better purchase as I moved my pussy up and down Kareem's
shaft. I wimpered with pleasure as each stroke brought deeper
penitration. Kareem too was beginning to make gutteral sounds as his
hips would rise up to meet my downward thrust.

"Susan Hanks you are astonishing," Kareem said, as his hands cupped my
tits, his thumbs and and index fingers squeezing my nipples hard. I had
only managed to envelop half of Kareem's cock when my pussy gushed cum
from my first orgasm. My body shuttered with pleasure. I had never felt
anything like that before.

"Oh my god, oh that is so fucking good," I heard myself exclaim. Looking
between my legs I slowly pushed down harder. I wanted to feel all of
Kareem in me. I needed him in me. Kareem's cock glistened like black
onyx. Suddenly I could feel his cock head pushing into the furthest
reaches of my womb.

"That's it baby, deeper, push it deeper. Fuck you feel that baby, see
how good we fit together."

I could not answer as I entered the throws of another orgasm. With a
final push I felt the entire length of Kareem's manhood penetrate my
pussy. My body was flush with heat and I couldn't catch my breath. I
leaned over and kissed Kareem hard, our tongues intertwined. As my
orgasm subsided I felt Kareem's cock expand.

"Oh fuck woman that is so fucking good!"

Kareem's exclamation made me feel wonderful. I knew I wasn't just
another lay for him. Kareem's cock expanded again and I knew he was
close to cumming. I picked up the pace, the work causing me to sweat. I
wanted so to please the man. I drove myself down hard on his cock. I was
so wet, that his huge cock had no trouble sliding in and out of me.
Deeper and deeper his cock traveled into my womb. I came repeatedly and
then Kareem grabbed my hips and arched his back.

"Fuck girl, this is it, this is were I make this pussy mine." Now I had
read stories about how black guys would say stuff like that and thought
it was part of the cliche. With Kareem I believed it. His throbbing cock
put me at a sexual awareness I had never experienced before. I wanted to
please him, I wanted him to cum, to cum in me.

"Ooh yes cum," I cried out. "Cum in me baby, cum, cum, god yes." Kareem
came for what seemed liked minutes. I felt his cock stiffen and then
expand and contract as he sent his black seed deep into my fertile womb.
I knew at that moment this man might be impregnating me with his child
and still, in some primeval way I couldn't control myself. I came again,
even harder.

Collapsing on his chest we both heaved from the effort. The heat and
sweat from our bodies felt slick as my tits pressed against his chest.
Time seemed to stand still, the only sounds, the deep heavy breathing of
two lovers. Kareem was the first to speak.

"When does your husband come home?"

I hadn't thought of Tim until that moment. Checking Kareem's watch I
realized Tim would be coming home any minute now.

"Oh god he could be home any minute now, we should get dressed."

"Not yet,"Kareem said as he held me in place and rocked his hips. His
huge cock twitched and I could feel cum oozing out of my pussy. More
time passed and I realized Tim would be home soon.

"Kareem, we really should get dressed, Tim," but Kareem cut me off in
mid-sentence with a deep kiss. I felt him rock his hips and I responded
by grinding down hard on his cock. Once more I found my body responding
to this mans touch in ways that left me breathless. I shuddered with
another orgasm.

Kareem's body was covered with a light film of sweat that made his dark
black skin shine. His muscled ripped with effort as he moved me up and
down on his shaft. His grip vice like. So much power in every thrust. I
was consumed by him. As we made love all I wanted to do was please him.

"Kareem do I please you, god you are so good. I want to make you feel
the same way baby." I heard myself say as we made love by the pool. Then
out of the corner of my eye I saw Steve standing by the side of the
garage. At first I was alarmed till I noticed he was playing with his
penis.

"He's been there for about five minutes, I didn't want you to freak
out." Kareem whispered as he pulled me down to him and whispered in my ear.

"I think he's already cum, dam girl, the little cuck is small." Kareem
added with a grin.

The idea that Tim was watching excited me.I guess it excited Kareem,
because he bellowed like a bull as his cock pumped his fertile black
seed into my womb. I milked his cock for at least five minutes after I
collapsed on top of my black lover.

"He's gone, I bet he's driving around the block waiting for me to leave.
Maybe I should stay, what do you think?" Kareem asked.

"I don't know." I said as I got up and threw on my shorts and top. I
didn't know what to expect, the whole morning had been bizarre. I walked
to the edge of the garage and found that Tim's car was indeed gone.

Kareem was dressed when I returned.

"I guess I better go, if you have any problems call me, if you need a
place to stay your welcomed over. I don't think there will be a problem
though, this is what your man wanted. I bet he can't wait to get some of
that fine pussy of yours when he gets back."

"You think he's not mad," I asked as Kareem put his arms around me and
gave me a goodbye kiss.

"Karen it's what he wants. Me I want you, as far as I'm concerned he's
already lost you. I want to see you later, like tonight, so call me and
tell me how things went with Tim. Hell, tell Tim we're going dancing
tonight, I bet he doesn't object.

I have to admit I was very nervous when Kareem left. I went into the
house and began to undress to jump in the shower. I was turning on the
water when suddenly Tim wrapped his arms around me and spun me around.

"I saw Kareem just leave, tell me what happened." Then he kissed me
passionately. To say I was stunned was understatement. I really didn't
know what to say. That's when I saw that Tim's dick was creating quite a
tent in his shorts.

" What do you think happened," I said, as I reached down and rubbed my
husband's dick. Tim was hard and his pant were wet with his sperm.

I pulled my hand back surprised at the mess he had made of his shorts. I
hardly had time for the disgust to register, when with out any prompting
from me Tim dropped to his knees and buried his face in my pussy.

Looking down I couldn't believe what was happening. I placed my hand's
on the back of my husbands head and pressed him against my gaping slit.
Excited I lifted one leg and placed it up on the tub so that Tim's mouth
could access my pussy. Tim hungrily lapped at my cunt, alternatively
licking, then sucking my black lovers cum right out of me.

"You like that don't you baby." Tim nodded his head as he mouthed my
cunt lips, my statement making him work harder. I thought of the men in
the on-line stories as I looked at my husband between my legs sucking
another man's seed out of my well used pussy and loving it.

Tim seemed as if he had no control over himself. Tim sucked hard at the
swollen opening of my vagina. I grabbed Tim's head and pushed him away
then led him to the bed were I had just fucked my lover. Tim didn't want
to stop.

"Lie down," I said, and without further protest Tim complied. I then
straddled his face and eased my pussy down on to his mouth. Moments
before my lover had filled my fertile pussy with his seed and now my
husband in complete submission to me was going to lick me clean.

Pushing down I felt Tim push his tongue deep into my sopping cunt. I
began rocking back and forth across Tim's face. Between Kareem's cum and
my pussy juice Tim's face became a creamy mess. As I rubbed my slit over
his mouth my body began to tremble with another orgasm. Unlike the
orgasm I experienced with Kareem, this one seemed more to do with my
dominance over my husband and his complete submission to me.

Looking in the mirror I could see myself face-sitting my husband, while
he feverishly jerked his little dick. I smiled to myself, little dick,
that was the first time I had ever though of Tim as having a little
dick. Tim tensed and I knew he was near.

"Cum for me baby, hurry," I commanded, and like a good boy he started
shooting off. I climbed off his face and went directly to the phone.
Picking up Kareen's card I called him.

"So what time do you want me to meet you," I said when he answered. Tim
had a little boy look on his face. I waited for Tim to say something but
he just looked away.

Kareem made several suggestions, then embolden by Tim's submission to
the situation, I decided to press forward with this new power.

"Kareem honey, where ever we go I hope you don't mind if I abstain from
alcohol. You know what they say, liquor is bad for the baby." I was met
with silence for a moment. Then Kareem spoke.

"Really you are okay with the possibility of my being pregnant. Mr. just
wait till I get my hands on you." I said devilishly. I checked Tim for a
reaction. Tim was still looking down at the floor.

"Oh you were right, it is what he wanted and he did the moment you left."

"What, Kareem, no he didn't cum in me."

"What was that cumming business about," Tim asked, when I hung up with
Kareem.

"He just wants to make sure who the father is going to be," I said as I
patted my stomach. Tim looked down at the floor as I turned to go onto
the shower. Tim looked so different to me now, a little sad, even a
little confused, but after all it was his idea.


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Black Baby Maker

My name is Lisa and I am a fairly nice looking woman of 36 years old.
Being married to my husband, Jack, for the last 12 years hasn't been all
that good for me. We have had our troubles as in any marriage but still
been able to keep our marriage intact. The only thing is, Jack developed
some disease rendering him unable to get erect.

We have tried all sorts of medications as seen on TV but none of them
worked. I am in my sexual prime and to be in my prime with a husband who
can't get it up is something I wasn't expecting 12 years ago when I
married him. My girlfriend, Lori, is a beautiful gal with a nice body
excepting she has a fairly big bubble butt. I know a lot of the guys out
there like the bubble butts, and unfortunately, mine is really small and
tight. I never had any children before so I haven't experienced any of
the permanent swells and some weight gain associated with becoming a
mother, so I still have the same body I have had all my life, just
older. Lori and I met at work.

We are both waitresses in a truck stop which is always busy on our
shift. We work the swing shift, so we get off work by 10pm. One the
weekends, this is great so we can still go to a bar and dance a bit
before going home. Jack knows I do this and never said anything to me to
make me think he wants me to stop going to the bar. I have to give him
credit for he knows this is a way for me to unwind before going home.
One such Friday night, Lori and I went to the bar where we sat and
talked. She was telling me about her husband and her kids, of which I
have never seen before. She showed me the pictures she carries with her.
Imagine my shock when I saw her children were mixed and having a huge
black husband.

I tried to suppress my shock. I guess I wasn't able to because Lori
said, This is why I was reluctant to show you any photos. So many
people wouldn't understand. Her daughter is absolutely beautiful. For
her the mixture did her justice, one of the most beautiful girls I ever
saw in my life. Her son was really good looking as well. The subject
changed shortly after viewing her photos and this is when I learned she
met her husband at a swinging party. He was so good to me, I couldn't
let him go, Lori offered. And big? WOW! He has the biggest cock I ever
saw. I thought for sure he would rip me in half when he first put it
inside me, but, he took the time to get me really ready for it and
actually, it went inside me quite easily, especially considering its size.


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She is so little I was having a hard time imagining her taking anything
like that inside her. I know it would have to be nearly impossible for
me to take something like that within me for I am so tight. It is about
all I can do to accept Jack inside me, and he isn't nowhere near big at
all, barely average in size and girth. Evidentially I took too long to
answer one of her questions because I was hung up thinking of her taking
a huge man inside her when I heard her ask, Are you alright?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I was imagining you taking something like
that being so big inside you when I see how small you are. I hope you
aren't offended. Lori smiled saying, I know what you mean. I feel as
if he is massaging my heart from the inside. We talked for another
fifteen minutes or so when she suggested we go to another bar she thinks
I would like, so we left. Leave your car here and ride with me, Lori
suggested, saying it was only a few blocks from here.

We parked in the parking lot next to a bar named BULL PEN. Being in
southern Missouri, I was aware of some cattle around the local area so
that is what I thought the name of the bar implied. We walked inside and
it was full of black men and white women. This made me wonder what type
of bar this really is. As we walked to a vacant table in the back of the
bar, nearly everybody inside said hello to Lori, calling her by name as
if all of them knew her. Once we sat down, a white cocktail waitress
brought us a drink, This is from one of your admirers, she said as she
left the table. I noticed not one of the patrons were dressed as cowboys
or cowgirls making me wonder why they called this bar the BULL PEN.

Just as I was about to ask Lori, the band starting to play one of my
favorite songs, WHEN A MAN LOVES A WOMAN. A nice looking well dressed
black man asked me to dance with him, so I accepted his offer. During
the dance, I don't know why, but, I became somewhat aroused with him
holding me the way he did. Don't get me wrong, he didn't put his hands
anywhere I didn't want him to, he treated me with respect. All too soon,
the song was finished so I was ushered to my seat by him and thanking me
for the dance as he prepared to leave. I enjoyed it, Leroy, and thank
you. He is a good dancer, I volunteered to Lori. I might want to
dance with him again.

Yes, he is. And that isn't all he is good at, believe me, Lori said,
giggling once she finished her statement. I didn't have to think hard to
understand what she meant by that remark. He has a nice tool on him as
well. Not too big around and yet quite long. I asked Lori what she
meant by that remark, and she told me, Now if you want to experience a
bull, now is the time to do it. We can leave anytime we want, but,
nobody can come in here now that the bar is now a private party. What
do you mean, experience a bull? Lori replied, Leroy is a bull. Every
one of the men here are bulls.

They are here for one reason only, that is to make it with the white
girls in here. Some of the girls come in here just to be black bred.
When they learn she wants a black man's baby, that is something to
watch. They will nearly stand in line to give her his sperm. How about
if a girl doesn't want a baby, just have fun? I asked. Then I would
suggest to her she use good birth control, for once they are embedded
inside her, they will definitely not pull out and they refuse to wear
condoms as well. It's all bareback sex here.

By this time, another nice slow song was starting and Leroy asked me to
dance. I accepted his offer and we quickly were in the middle of the
dance floor. As we danced, I watched a black man sit next to Lori. For
some reason I was not surprised to watch her reach inside his pants and
bring out his huge black cock. She stroked it while kissing him in front
of everybody. Not only could I believe she was doing this, but, I
couldn't believe how it affect me as well. It make me really horny. My
juices were instantly dripping down my legs and I could smell my scent.
Obviously Leroy was aware of my scent for the next thing I felt was his
hands on my butt, burying his tool inside my belly. Feeling Leroy's
hands on my ass and his obvious big cock in my belly. I was beginning to
feel weak in the knees so I asked if I could sit down. Leroy politely
ushered me to my table and this is when I saw Lori sucking on the black
man's cock.

This was not only most shocking to me, her openness, but, it really
excited me as well. I could hardly believe how horny I was getting
making me think about me going to bed with Leroy. I wasn't surprised
when I felt Leroy kiss me on the side of my neck. I didn't try to stop
him. When he turned my face towards him, I didn't try to stop him when
he began to kiss me on my mouth, and I didn't try to refuse his advance
when he put his tongue inside my mouth. As he was French kissing me, it
made me wonder how it would feel to have his tongue inside my vagina.

We kissed for a couple of minutes. During this time he began to play
with my boobs, which are very sensitive. I knew now I lost all control
and I was going to let Leroy have his way with me. The band is not
going to play for the next fifteen minutes. When they start, it will be
all slow dance music. Have you ever danced in the nude in front of
everybody who was nude as well? No, I never considered such a thing
before. Why? Is this what you want? I asked. Leroy said, Yes, Lisa,
you are so beautiful I would be most honored, he politely replied.

We stood up only to remove our clothes. For some strange reason I was
not shy or embarrassed to be completely nude with Leroy and in front of
Lori, and all the other people inside the Bull Pen. It was as if was the
most natural thing to do, and with strangers at that. Lori saw me
standing nude in front of her. Lori pulled her head up from her man's
cock saying she had to go to the restroom. Grabbing her purse, Lori
said, Lisa, follow me, at which time I followed her to the restroom.
Once inside she reached inside her purse to bring out a pair of
scissors. Let me do you a favor, Lisa. Let's trim that red bush of
yours. It would be a lot better for you so you can feel everything Leroy
has to offer, she offered. I never thought about trimming my bush
before, so I agreed. I sat on the counter with my legs wide spread
allowing her all the room she could want to trim my pubic hair.

She took a few minutes to do it and when she was done, she stood back
looking at my vulva, Now, that is a lot better. I can see everything,
your slit, your clit, everything. She walked back up to me and rubbed
my slit before she put a finger inside me. You are so wet. I am sure
you are going to enjoy yourself tonight. She removed her finger and we
left the restroom. Leroy must have liked the new look I presented to him
for when I looked at his crotch, I was looking at a very long black
man's cock, the first black man's hard cock I was to ever have inside
me. Beautiful, Leroy said, expressing his delight.

Just as I was thanking him, the music started. Without thinking, Leroy
stood up and asked me to dance, which I accepted. Once on the dance
floor, it felt so weird being with a man I didn't know, being fully nude
in front of so many people, feeling his black cock rubbing up and down
along the length of my slit, rubbing my clitoris so much. He was
beginning to get harder causing his cock to put more upwards pressure on
my vulva to the point I had to have it. I reached down and put my hand
around it the best I could. With it being so big around, I couldn't get
my hand completely around it. We stopped dancing and began to kiss as I
stroked his hard black circumcised cock for the first time. I couldn't
handle it any longer, so I nearly whispered, Leroy, I want this inside
me, please.

You never been with a black man before, have you? he asked. When I
said, No, he pointed to the stage in front of the band. See that bench
on the stage? When I said I did, he said, That bench is there for two
reasons. One reason is when a white girl wants to have a black man's
baby, she goes to the bench. Either she will have the man with her she
wants to have a baby with, or if not, a group of bulls will give her his
sperm. The second reason for the bench is for white girls like you,
who never had a black man before, and about to have her first black man
inside her. It is not mandatory we go to the bench. It is strictly a
voluntary thing. Are you interested? he asked. Without thinking, I
said, Let's go.


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Leroy helped me up to the stage and then had me lay down on my back. He
sucked my nipples for a moment before he slid his mouth lower and lower
before making contact with my vulva. I was wondering how his tongue
would feel inside me earlier and now I was about to feel what I wondered
about. When I felt his tongue separate my labia searching for my
entrance, I knew then he knew what he was doing. A few moments later I
felt his tongue slither inside me. It like a snake inside me, lapping
all around inside me. No man has ever done this to me before causing
sensations with me I never experienced before in my entire life. I did
everything I could do to keep from having an orgasm at the present time.
In my own way, I am glad I didn't succeed. I had an orgasm that caused
me to toss my hips in the air, reaching down to crush his face into me.
When he stood up, I noticed how wet his face had become. I either
squirted or pissed on his face embarrassing me to some extent.

That was a nice one, he said. Now, let's give you what your body craves.

Considering how tight you are, you might want to be on top this time,
he said, helping me off the bench. He laid down on his back waiting for
me to straddle his hips. Before I went that far, I had to feel him
inside my mouth. After all, with what he just did for me, wouldn't it be
rude of me to not suck on him first? I reached down and held his black
cock straight up as I lowered my mouth over the tip of his cock head. He
tasted different than Jack and I welcomed the change of taste. He was
really putting a lot of pre cum in my mouth at the same time. I could no
way put his entire cock inside my mouth so I reached down and stroked
the remainder of his cock I could get inside my throat. I noticed then
how slippery he had become with the combination of my saliva and his pre
cum. I raised my head and looked into his eyes. I want this, I said as
I moved around to straddle his hips.

It would be best if you faced my feet, he said. So I turned my back to
him and lowered myself to him. He positioned his black cock towards my
entrance, and when I felt the tip of his cock touch my labia for the
first time, I nearly threw myself down to impale myself on it. I didn't
because like he said, me being so tight, the last thing I wanted to do
was to get hurt. I lowered myself until I felt the tip find the entrance
to my tight vagina. As I pushed down, I was amazed how big around he was
and how easily he stretched my opening before the head of his black cock
slid inside me. I worked myself up and down a few times before I had all
of him inside me.

I noticed big TV monitors along the wall showing a close up of a woman
sitting on a black cock the same way I was. Seeing this only added to my
sexual heat. I then noticed she had red hair, just like mine. I moved up
and I noticed whoever it was raising up as much as I did, and went I
slid back down on Leroy's cock, so did the woman on the monitor. Then I
realized it was my pussy stretched full of black cock, and everybody in
the place had a crystal clear up close view of my pussy getting black
fucked for the first time. I quickly had another orgasm as I felt his
cock slide in and out of my super wet pussy. I looked at my pussy on the
monitor again and I seen how full my pussy lips were. I closed my eyes
and enjoyed the feeling of him being so deep inside me. I had no idea
how deep my pussy went up inside me until now. I felt so full, full of a
black man's big cock.

I slowly slid up and down his tremendous length before I felt fingers
touch my pussy. I looked up only to see Lori standing next to me with
her hand between my legs. She stroked my clit for me and I make no
effort to stop her. I had sex with a woman years ago, before I married
Jack, so I let her do to me what she wanted to do as I slowly fucked
Leroy's cock in and out of me. Between the sensations Leroy was giving
me and the feeling of Lori's ministrations on my clit, there was no way
I could stop the forthcoming orgasm. When I came this time, I shot some
liquid from within me all over the stage as I felt Leroy's cock begin to
tremble, swell, and throb inside me. I knew he was going to cum, filling
me with his potent black seed. Cum, Leroy, cum inside my white pussy,
I yelled out. Give me every black sperm you can give me.


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I didn't have long to wait. I heard him grunt just before I felt the
warmth of his seed flooding inside my unprotected pussy, knowing
millions of his baby missiles were going to seek an egg which wasn't
going to be there. I thought how glad I was I just finished my last
period two days ago. He flooded his sperm inside me for a long time
before he settled down. I remained sitting on his cock before I laid
back putting my back on his chest. Lori reached down pulling his spent
black cock from within my freshly fucked black cum filled white pussy.
She watched as the first glob of Leroy's sperm drip out of me. I watched
this on the monitor and I couldn't believe how much he put inside me.
Lori leaned forward putting her tongue inside my pussy. She sucked as
much of Leroy's potent seed out of me she could and licking my clit from
time to time causing me to have another big orgasm.

When Lori had all the seed she could get out of me, I told her, I need
to return the favor. She smiled and said, You will, Lisa, you will. A
few minutes later, when I felt safe enough to stand, I stood up from
Leroy only to hear a loud applause from the crowd. Everybody quit doing
what they were doing just to watch me get my first black cock and my
first load of black sperm inside me. I felt so proud. Walking back to my
table, I felt some of Leroy's seed drip down the inside of my leg. This
gorgeous blonde haired lady, about 22 years old or so, said, I see your
friend missed some. I'll get it for you, she offered. I laid back
across the seats as she positioned herself between my widespread legs. I
felt her lick me for a few seconds before she buried her tongue inside
me. I felt the suction she generated with her mouth inside my pussy.

Damn, that felt so weird. When this girl finished sucking and licking
me, she leaned over my face to kiss me. As we shared this wonderful
kiss, she let Leroy's cum she collected inside her mouth drip down into
my mouth. For the first time I tasted Leroy's seed. As we shared his
cum, I knew she was moving her right hand back and forth before I
realized she was stroking a black cock. I felt pressure on my opening
and before I knew what was happening, I had my second black cock inside
me. My man wants you as well, she said as I felt his balls touch my
butt. He wasn't as long as Leroy, just a considerable bit bigger around.
It still felt good as he began to stroke himself in and out of me. I had
another big orgasm, kissing this woman and getting fucked, as I felt him
unload his seed inside me. I felt his seed run down towards my anal
opening as he continued to put more seed inside me.

No man can cum this much, I thought to myself, only to know I was wrong
as I thought that. Looking in Lori's direction, all I could see was this
massive thick black cock going in and out of her as she laid on her back
like I did on Leroy. I reached over and massaged his balls in an effort
to give him all the pleasure he could ever want. I then begin to think
of what she did for me, so I started to rub her clit. Then I got a
brainstorm. I left my seat only to lean over their genital junction
taking her clit between my lips, sucking on it as best I could,
instantly causing her to have a massive orgasm. As she came, I noticed
how this thick cock was swelling and relaxing as if he was cumming
inside her.

I rubbed the base of his cock enticing him to put more sperm inside her
white pussy. When they appeared to finish their mutual orgasm, I pulled
this thick black cock out of her cum filled pussy. I didn't think the
end of it would ever appear, and when it did, it was covered with his
seed, so I licked it off before I put my mouth on her pussy. Both of us
were now full of black seed, so I reversed my direction so we could 69
each other, with the both of us sucking the black seed out of our
freshly fucked white pussies. I sucked hard and long on her like she did
for me and finally reached the end of it. He put a tremendous amount of
seed inside her and was glad I was able to suck out as much as I did. It
had a great time at the BULL PEN tonight, but, it was time for me to go
home so I could get some sleep. Lori felt the same way herself so we got
inside her car.


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We left the parking lot and when we arrived at the cafe we worked, she
asked me if I enjoyed myself. I told her I had a great time and thanked
her for bringing me there. You were a smashing success tonight, Lisa.
When Leroy came inside you, the look on your face when you felt his cum
shooting inside you was beyond words. Everybody loved it. I thanked her
as I left the inside of her car. I got home to find Jack was in bed. I
removed my clothes preparing to take a shower and clean myself out. I
thought Jack was asleep so you can imagine how surprised I was when I
felt his hand feel my vulva. You had another man tonight, didn't you?
he asked, in a nice way. Yes, Jack, I did, as I began to cry
hysterically, feeling so bad, clutching on to his back as I buried my
face on his shoulder. Tears running down my face causing the back of his
shirt to become drenched.

I am so sorry, Jack, please believe me, I begged. He rocked me back
and forth sideways as I cried, as if he was telling me he understood and
not mad. Easy, babe, you'll dehydrate on me, he said, causing me to
laugh instantly. A couple of minutes later, we sat down on the bed to talk.

He said, Lisa, I know I have a problem regarding sex. I can bring you
off with my mouth, with my fingers, but, not in the way you would want.
I knew this day was coming and I expected it to happen before now. I
thought about what he said. Jack continued by saying, I was going to
offer this to you not too long ago but I forgot to, I got side tracked.
All I ask is for you to find one man you are comfortable with and have
fun. Please, don't develop feelings with him, just have fun with him,
for him to give you the one thing I can't give you. Monday I went to
work a few minutes early. Lori was already there so I joined her at the
booth she was sitting in. I told her Jack knows about Friday night and
he was very understanding. She was happy for me. That was all we had
time to say before it became time for us to go to work.

When we got off work, we went to another bar when she told me, Leroy
really likes you. I saw him Saturday night and he was asking about you.
I like him as well. Jack told me I can have all the fun I want, just
find one man to have fun with and he requested I don't develop feelings
towards him, just have sex with him. You are a lucky woman, Lori
said. My husband divorced me when he found out calling me names. It was
ugly. For the next three months, I went to the BULL PEN nearly every
Friday and Saturday. Jack made me feel so good about what I was doing. I
loved him so much to begin with, and now with his feelings regarding me
having sex with another man, I loved him even more.

I was able to follow his wishes to not have a relationship with Leroy,
just using him for my sexual needs. One day I asked Jack about how he
would feel if I wanted a baby. I told him before about Leroy and Leroy
being black. I think we can safely support a baby financially. From
what you told me, it will be a black baby. Is this what you want?

I mentioned the photos of Lori's children and how beautiful they were
and because of that, I would be willing to have a mixed baby. I believe
Jack was glad I was able to see photos helping me to make up my mind to
have a mix baby or not. If this is what you want, I can accept that. I
can love any baby you can produce.

Jack, I do have a question for you. Were you serious about me having a
baby, a mix baby?

Yes, I was. Is this what you want? he asked me. Yes, I am going to
ovulate this weekend, and I would like for it to happen. Is this going
to be alright with you, for me to come home pregnant? I asked, just to
be sure I had his permission. Friday before I went to work, I asked Jack
again about me having a baby. When he said he still felt the same, I
told him, I was wanting to be sure is all.

Tonight, when I get off work, I will start having a baby. I checked my
temperature this morning and I am definitely ovulating. He kissed me as
I was about to leave for work and said, I wish you the best of luck and
have a healthy baby. Walking inside the cafe, Lori watched me walking
up to her. You appear to be as happy as if you found out you're
pregnant. No, not yet. I will be tonight, though. I am ovulating right
now. I can't wait to get off work and see Leroy, I said. Lori stood up
to hug me saying, I am so happy for you. I will be there with you. I
wouldn't want to miss this for anything. Time seemed to creep by, even
as busy as what we were.

I couldn't wait for 10pm to come by so I could see Leroy. Finally, 10pm.
Lori and I couldn't wait to get off the floor and in her car. We quickly
arrived at the BULL PEN. Once inside, I found Leroy sitting at the same
table we always try to take. It was as if he was reserving the table for
us. He watched me enter the bar and hugged me when I arrived at the
table. I didn't say anything to him about me ovulating. I was wanting to
leave that for later. Once again, the lights were dimmed, the outside
lights were turned off, and it was time to dance nude. I began to
welcome the nude dancing. I walked to the band and asked them to play
WHEN A MAN LOVES A WOMAN for me.


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They said they would love to. The band began to play and the third song
they played was my requested song. I surprised Leroy by breaking the
dance. In the middle of the song, I asked for the microphone. The band
quieted down while continuing the song. Once I had the microphone in my
hand, and with Leroy standing next to me, I looked into Leroy's eyes,
Leroy, you once told me the two purposes of this special bench on the
stage, one for the first time a woman has sex with a black man, which we
did. The other purpose was for when the girl is to become pregnant. I
would like to have sex with you tonight on the bench. I am ovulating
this weekend. The big crowd started to chant, Do it! Do it! Do it!
over and over again. In answer, he kissed me on the lips before he laid
me back on the bench. I felt so proud to have his answer.

He kissed me like he never kissed me before. Instead of having sex with
me, he actually started to make love to me, knowing I was going to carry
his baby. I looked around to see all the people standing in front of the
stage watching Leroy and I. I spread my legs giving the entire crowd a
good view of my soon to be pregnant pussy. I know it seemed slutty and I
guess it was, but, I did it anyway. Leroy began to play with my vulva,
slipping a finger inside me. I can't believe how tight you are. It
always amazes me. After tonight, hopefully that will change, I
replied. It finally became time for me to accept his wonderful big black
cock inside me, to give me what I want, to give me a baby, in front of
everybody present. He crawled up my body. As he reached down to guide
himself into me, I recognized Lori's voice saying, I'll help you with
that. I felt Lori's fingers of her left hand separate my protective
smaller lips and then I felt the presence of Leroy's black manhood
making contact with my vaginal entrance.

Leroy pushed into me, taking his time so I can enjoy our deliberate
mating soon to come. I felt him bottom out inside me knowing it wouldn't
be long before I felt him deposit his seed inside me to create a new
life for me to mother. He slowly moved in and out of me. I couldn't wait
to feel him deposit his black seed inside my white womb, creating a
mixed baby, hoping it would be as beautiful as Lori's two mixed
children. I came just as I heard Leroy grunt, giving me his black seed.
I felt the warmth of his huge deposit of seed. We remained together
staying perfectly still allowing his sperm to do their job, seek an egg
inside me and penetrate the egg to fertilize it.

Leroy must have been greatly excited for this time he didn't lose his
hardness at all. I want you on your hands and knees, Lisa. I can get
deeper this way. He didn't have to tell me this twice. I nearly jumped
into the doggy position and gladly accepted his still hard black cock
inside me. He was nearly all the way inside me when I felt a very strong
feeling of either a tearing or stretching sensation. I think you are
too deep inside me, Leroy. It doesn't feel right.

I am inside your womb right now. That feeling you told me is when I
slipped through your cervix. The next time I cum, I will flood your womb
with my sperm. I want to make you pregnant more than you want me to make
you pregnant. Leroy began to thrust again, not entering my cervix every
inward deep stroke, just every now and then. I began to relax as the
uncomfortable feelings of him being inside my womb went away and
becoming more pleasurable knowing what was about to happen, which it
did. He pushed himself as deep in me as he could, penetrating my cervix,
and releasing his black sperm laden semen deep inside my womb, filling
it nearly completely. I came so hard feeling him inject a baby inside me
I passed out.

We remained still with him embedded inside me for a while before he
began to remove himself from me. Here, Leroy, I heard Lori say. I
watched her hand him something I never saw before. I felt Leroy's cock
leave me and instantly I felt something else sliding inside me, getting
wider and wider as it went further inside me. Then I felt my opening
quickly shrink down in size trapping whatever it was he put inside me.
Leroy leaned down telling me nicely, Lori handed me a butt plug. This
will keep all the cum from dripping out of you and allowing more sperm
to go in the right direction, about the same thing as a dog's knot
inside you. I was impressed with how well the idea of the butt plug
worked. Considering I had two loads of Leroy's seed inside me, one in my
vagina and one in my womb, not one drop leaked out of me. It was awkward
at first walking to our table with the butt plug inside me. When I sat
down, I knew it was inside me but it was not uncomfortable, just
different. As I began to stand up, the crowd once again applauded me as
they did the first time I accepted Leroy inside me.

This time, they applauded me as I accepted Leroy's sperm while I am
ovulating. Altogether, Leroy gave me four deposits of his baby making
sperm. Three of those times was directly inside my womb. I went home
tired and sore, my cervix stretching so much. I went out again the
following night a little early, and I am glad I did. Saturday night,
Leroy gave me five deposits of his sperm. Monday at work, Lori told me
she was happy for me and she was hoping I was pregnant. I told her, I
hope so in one respect, and I hope not in another respect. The only
reason why I hope I am not pregnant is because if I was to learn I
wasn't pregnant, I would have to try again in four weeks from now and
how much fun it was.

The both of us laughed a little when I said that and then it became time
for us to go to work. About a week or ten days later, I began to feel
weak in the stomach. I had already bought a home pregnancy test
expecting this to happen. I opened the box and peed like I was supposed
to. I walked out of the bathroom holding the test in my hands. I walked
up to Jack and showed him the results . . . . Blue! Congratulations,
he said as he hugged me and kissed me in a loving way, only in a way a
loving husband can kiss his pregnant wife.


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