TITLE    : Lindsey's New Life
STORYID  : lindseys-new-life
SUMMARY  : A young nurse gets pregnant the only way she can.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2022-11-05
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |bnwo|bbc|interracial|forced|cheating|black bred|race play|fetish|white woman|black man|


(All parties not explicitly described as such, are 18 or older.)

"FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!" Lindsey screamed, the two large african american men slamming her mercilessly in her ass and pussy simultaneously. A petite blonde, she was no match physically for either of them, if fighting had ever crossed her mind. The thickness of their black meat collided with her innards like battering rams destroying a castle gate, and this was war after all, wasn't it? Their portly bodies practically crushing her small slender frame between them, her breasts slick with sweat, either hers or theirs, and it cascaded dripping off her small pink nipples. Another figure approached from the small crowd, sweat making his black skin glisten under the UV lights, his massive dick hard and ready to go.

Noticing him, Lindsey managed to cry out, "PLEASE, NO! I DIDN'T COME HERE FOR THIS! NOOOOO-!" her words cut off by the blinding pain, as the third man started smashing his dick into her badly abused pussy, a total of three men now cramming their dicks inside her and taking up every inch of space. Her hips were spread open so wide, she thought they would break, her slender white legs and feet poking out from a writhing mass of blackness. Her face red and soaked in sweat, her mouth open wide in a silent scream, eyes closed hard, she cursed herself for starting to orgasm again.

Once her spasms had subsided, she opened her eyes and saw that this wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Just in front of her face were another three black men's large swollen members, their black hands eagerly jerking them from base to tip, they had been waiting for their moment to strike. Jets of semen splashed Lindsey in the face, criss-crossing into her open mouth, landing in her short blonde hair, and getting in her eyes. She coughed and gagged, at the sudden deluge of sperm in her mouth, but a firm black hand clasped over her mouth hard, and she had no choice but to swallow it. While she was in far too much pain to feel it, another two enterprising black men were draining their balls all over the soles of her exposed feet, cum sluicing between her little pink painted toes.

The same burly black man who had prevented her from spitting, was now clutching her hair, and cramming his fat black cock deeply into her mouth. Four dicks. Lindsey had thought earlier that three was already too many, but these gentlemen seemed to disagree. She could feel the alternating thrusts in her pussy, stretching her soft skin to it's limit, her cervix begging her for relief. She felt the relentless assault her skinny ass was taking, only pausing when heavy black balls clashed with her butt cheeks. Even her jaw was being stress tested, the final man intent on fucking her stomach, apparently.

This went on for hours, with the cadre of men changing places as they saw fit. Men who had previously been in her ass, eagerly fucking her throat. Black dicks moving from ass to pussy, sometimes by accident, but happily continuing their work anyway. Her stomach flooded with swallow after swallow of sticky black cum, while her ass and pussy were drooling it everywhere. These black men were savages with no shame, or concern for STD's, the just pushed right through it. Sometimes using it like lube.

By the end, Lindsey was in no condition to walk. She lay naked on the floor in a bukkake of african sperm, drenched from head to toe, inside and out. The pain and pleasure had essentially broken her brain. She could barely think, and fought to remember how she had even gotten here to begin with. It slowly came back as she recovered.

Lindsey had been trying to get pregnant with her husband for some time now, and had one bout of success that was marred with the tragedy of a miscarriage. They had later discovered her husband Ian had motility issues, that made getting pregnant difficult. For all his efforts and enthusiasm, it wasn't exactly a thrill ride for her either, as most nights, even though Ian had ejaculated, Lindsey was left unsatisfied. Ian had what she considered an average penis, of about almost 5 inches, but his technique was definitely lacking. She had been becoming disheartened. She had always wanted to have a healthy baby of her own; blonde, blue eyes, sweet little smile. But it just wasn't happening.

She was an RN herself, and as such had plenty of knowledgeable resources at her fingertips to try and resolve their problem, and she was committed to try. After getting the usual laundry list of suggestions from professional colleagues, she was tipped off by one of her fellow nurses, a recently divorced redhead named Molly.

"I know exactly what you need, Lindz." Molly had said, chewing and snapping a piece of gum. "There's this clinic downtown, the area is a little sketchy, but they post a 100% success rate. You wanna get pregnant, that's the place to go."

"What's it called? I'll look it up." Lindsey inquired, the slim hope of success resurfacing.

"It's called Blackman Fertility Specialists." Molly gave her an idea of the exact address as well.

"So, this Dr. Blackman, he has a 100% success rate? That sounds almost too good to be true."

"Trust me, Lindz, they will do everything in their power to make sure you have a baby."

Lindsey HAD trusted Molly. Molly's divorce suddenly made a lot of sense now. She had split from her husband of 6 years, leaving behind 2 young boys. The only reason the staff had found out, was because her husband had made several angry calls up there insisting to know who she had been cheating with. It couldn't be said for certain, but Lindsey had a feeling it had something to do with this "clinic". She started struggling to stand, her toes failing to make purchase thanks to all the semen still smattering the linoleum floor. She managed to get to her knees, but had to stop, reeling at the soreness of her badly battered genital region.

Her mouth felt gummy with the glaze of semen she could taste over every inch of her teeth and gums. She stuck her tongue out wretching slightly. Eventually she got to her feet, standing naked and alone in the center of what would have been a clinical room if it had any furniture. The walls were lined with mirrors that she felt must have been two way. She slowly raised her arms to cover her breasts and vagina, making slow steps toward the only door in and out. Before she could reach it, an intercom buzzed on, and a man spoke to her,

"Oh good, I see you're up and awake. You had quite the session, Mrs. Lindsey."

"My name isn't... no, what the fuck did you do to me? Let me out of here." Lindsey said, weakly.

"We did exactly what you asked for, miss. You are 100% guaranteed to be pregnant."

"I didn't mean by you, or your group of strange men..." Lindsey sobbed out, "I want my husband. I want out of here."

"This isn't a prison, Mrs. Lindsey. With the procedure complete, you are free to leave whenever you like."

She sobbed still, the hand once covering her vagina now cradling her lower stomach, "Where are my clothes? My purse?" She remembered how they had her change into a paper gown. These sick fucks.

"Waiting for you right in the next room, please try not to interrupt any other sessions in progress on your way out."

The door buzzed open, and Lindsey nervously took glances in either direction before exiting. Half expecting to get jumped and gang fucked by another crowd of angry black men. The exit room was actually a shower room, her clothes sitting neatly folded on a chair with her belongings. She didn't exactly want to stop and take a shower, but she was also covered literally from head to toe with semen. She cranked the water on, sobbing and rinsing away the evidence of what had happened to her. The floor drain making burping swallows of the genetic material much as she recently had. Before it was over, she slid down to the floor, clutching her knees and crying. These men had violated her in every way possible.

A memory flashed suddenly of her being held nearly upside down by her legs, the eight or more black men laughing cruelly as they collectively masturbated into her gaping pussy. How they had delighted in her pain. She needed to leave, that's what mattered now. Leave and get to the police. She got back up, the pain still present, but her determination pushing through guiding her along. She cut the water off, didn't bother drying herself, and slipped back into her clothes from this morning. As she was sliding her jeans on, she stopped and questioned whether it was still even the same day. She had been sexually traumatized, and who knows for how long... she pulled her cell phone out of her bag, but the battery was seemingly dead.

She slipped her sneakers back on, and exited the shower room into a greater hallway that looked familiar. Signs directed her to the exit, which she nearly began running for. Good to know her abusers were fire safety compliant. She exited out on to the street, trying to remember which direction the parking structure was.

Lindsey sat in her SUV for a long time. She hadn't called the police or gone to them either. Would anyone even believe her? Some part of her didn't believe it had happened either. There was no way a place like that could exist. But it had. It has to have. She could still smell the sweat. Feel the pain of them double penetrating her ass and vagina. Taste their cum. This was too much, she needed to get her head on straight. Separate fact from fiction. Had she been under anesthesia? She didn't think so, why would she have been... it all felt surreal. She could talk to Molly, Molly had sent her here. She wasn't traumatized, at least on the surface, and no woman would ever willingly do that to another woman, right?

Lindsey knew Molly was supposed to be on shift that night, and decided to intercept her in the parking garage before she went in. She managed to flag her down on the 2nd level where she normally parked. She had been out there for a smoke once or twice with her, and knew that's where she would likely be.

"Hey Lindz, what are you doing here on your day off?" Molly said, smiling.

"That clinic... did you go there, have you been there? As a patient?" Lindsey said, sounding wild.

"Yeah, of course. Ended up going there when me and Ted were trying for number three."

"And it was normal? No one... touched you, or did anything weird to you?" Lindsey said, on the verge of tears.

"Well of course they touched me, it's a health clinic after all, why, what's going on Lindsey?" Molly had a look of genuine concern.

"No. Maybe. I don't know." Lindsey choked out, more unsure of herself than ever.

"Maybe you should go home and get some rest, kiddo. You look frazzled."

Frazzled didn't begin to sum up how Lindsey felt right now. "Yeah, maybe I should. I don't feel so good right now."

"Don't worry, Lindz, you'll be back to normal in a few days. You need me to see if they'll cover your shift tomorrow?"

"Yeah, if you could, that would be great." Lindsey said, feeling tired, and turning to start on her way back to her SUV. But before she did, she turned back and said,

"Molly, wait, I have stupid personal question to ask."

"Shoot, kiddo, but make it fast or I'm gonna be late." Molly tapped her watch to accent her statement.

"Why did you and your husband get divorced? You said you were trying for number three."

"Because I found something better." she said, smiling and walking away without adding more context.

Lindsey didn't end up telling anyone. Perhaps she was in denial, but the truth sounded much weirder. That there was just some fertility clinic where gangs of angry black men sexually assaulted women? It was like something out of poorly written erotica. So, she tried her best to return to some semblance of normality, tending to work, and her home. However, she didn't want Ian touching her, which put her in an awkward position. He didn't understand why she was suddenly backing off after they had been trying for so long, but she couldn't tell him what she feared may have been the truth. She simply said she was burned out from getting her hopes up and needed some space. He was clearly dejected, but it was a plausible excuse.

After a couple weeks, it was almost as if it had never happened. Denial has a weird way of getting us by, it seems. She and Ian hadn't had sex since the day before "the incident" and she had felt repulsed by his touch. It was clearly making him mad, and more than a little frustrated, she had noticed him masturbating a couple times, and shuddered at the idea of him getting any on her. The idea of even seeing his penis made her feel like throwing up. On an unassuming day during that week, Lindsey had just gotten home from work, when she saw a small group of black teens chasing a white boy down the street and into a nearby alleyway.

Something clicked in her, and she immediately jogged after them. The black teens were shouting, laughing and making disparaging remarks to the white boy, who was huddled down, blocking glancing blows from the angry mob. Lindsey watched silently from her slightly obscured position near the mouth of the alley as they punched and knocked him down, kicking him, laughing and calling him a "sissy faggot". Lindsey couldn't take it anymore, walking suddenly from around her hiding place and approaching the boys.

"Hey, you!" she shouted.

The group turned and looked at her, sneering defiantly, "Whatchu his moms?" one of them said.

Lindsey looked at the bullied and bruised white boy on the ground, who had seemingly lost consciousness. "You, you look like you're in charge. Get over here." she said to the biggest of them.

He walked up to her without hesitation, staring her defiantly right in the face.

Lindsey immediately got on her knees and unzipped his pants. Wrestling his substantial girth out from his boxers, she started sucking it. The crowd went wild at this point. She sucked his cock in long, loving swallows, taking his meat deeply down her throat with ease in spite of it's size. The other teens gathered around, pulling out their own dicks, clearly expecting a turn of their own. Lindsey reached out with both hands, grabbing the two nearest her, and started jerking them fast and eager. They cheered and bumped fists, a few of them taking out their phones and filming her.

"Yo, this shit going right on conversion kings!" one of them said.

After the first guy had blown his load in her mouth, she worked it around with her tongue, savoring its taste and texture, before swallowing it in a satisfied gulp. Without a word, she stood up, letting go of the other two, who made sounds of protest, but quickly changed their tune, when she pulled her jeans and panties down. Bracing her hands against the dumpster. She had thrust her ass out, and was quickly met with a long black dick crushing into her pussy. She was awash with the same sexual pleasure she had only known one other time before.

The youth fucked her good and hard, showing technique her husband never had. She resorted to biting down on her own arm to keep from screaming too loud as she came over and over again. The boys took turns, one after the next, pumping and seeding her. With one of the enterprising young men opting for her ass, which she gave him gladly. The pulsing jets of cum filling her up in more ways than one. Once the boys had their fill, she winked for the one filming, and let out a satisfied "Thanks..." and threw them a peace sign.

The boys took off in relative quiet, lest they get caught either with her or the white kid on the ground. Lindsey hiked up her pants, letting the cum spill into her panties as she pulled them up over her vagina. Lindsey walked briskly, fully satisfied, back to the apartment she shared with Ian, her pussy swimming in strange black cum.

That night, after Ian got home, she denied him sex as per usual, but found she was getting a unique pleasure out of denying him. She thought of him angrily jerking off in the bathroom, his pathetic white dick spitting out a small wad of semen, and it getting thrown away like so much trash. Which to her, it was. She lay there in bed, thinking of those black teens, their fat black cocks, the taste, the smell, the pleasure... oh yes the pleasure. Her clitoris had become so engorged with lust, it actually hurt. She immediately got up, and got dressed, grabbing her keys. Ian having completed his task, came out of the bathroom and asked her,

"Hey, where are you going?"

She told him she needed some feminine care stuff so he would shut up, and hustled out to her SUV. She didn't quite know where she was going, but she knew what she was looking for. Before long, she was in a worse part of town, the sordid streets and alleyways littered with refuse and debris. She saw a fairly overweight older black man pushing an out of place shopping cart by a CVS and quickly pulled into the lot.

"Excuse me, sir? I'm sorry to bother you, but are you homeless?" she said, genuinely sorry for him.

"Nah, but I could use a few bucks if you got some'ta spare." he replied, sounding drunk or high, or both.

"Here, follow me." she said, leading him over to her vehicle. She had already adjusted the seats and flattened down the back compartment. In a matter of only a few minutes, she was completely nude, straddling his thick dick, taking all of him in completely raw. He greedily sucked her milky white tits, his thick lips wrapping around her nipples as she rode him. She came loudly on his fat black cock as he exploded deeply inside of her.

After taking a moment to catch her breath and regain her composure, she slipped off him, got down and sucked his dick clean, tasting the mingling flavor of sweat, semen, and her own vaginal juices. She fondled his balls, occasionally taking a moment to suck them too, before he announced he was ready to blow again. She got low and opened her mouth wide, tongue sticking out ready to let him shoot it wherever he wanted. The blast splattered against her face, sending drops of it all over the vehicles carpet, and dripping down her tits. The second and third were placed squarely in her mouth, which she swallowed happily.

He got out of the vehicle without a word of thanks or otherwise, as she got dressed in the back seat. She gave him the $40 she had in her purse, and was about to drive home when she remembered to run in the store and grab some tampons. Before she got to the check out, she had the sudden realization she hadn't actually needed them, and excitedly grabbed a pregnancy test as well.

The weeks had past, and she was showing now. When she had been sure she was pregnant, she broke things off with Ian, telling him she didn't need a weak pathetic man who couldn't give her an orgasm let alone a baby. He was obviously hurt by this, but she didn't care. Weak men don't deserve to procreate anyway. She sold the wedding ring he had given her, and used it on rent at a more urban apartment space.

She kept up at a gym to stay in good shape, giving herself to dozens of black men in her own bed, car, or wherever they felt like fucking her. Her parents had contacted her, upset at her decision to break off her marriage, but she didn't care about them in the slightest either. She would be the last white kid in their family line, and the thought of that filled her with perverse pleasure. One day while she was wrapping up a shift at the hospital, she overheard a couple talking in the hallway, a very familiar sounding conversation. She approached the young white woman, who stood looking worn and distressed in the hall, saying,

"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, but I understand the problems you're going through. I had them too. But if you're serious about getting pregnant, I know a great clinic.

