He  Saw 'Mommy' Fucking... 'Santa Claus'
[M+m+/F, ir, slutwife, preg, Christmas, maybe some blasphemy too]
by Leta with mkarl
mkarl2000@hotmail.com

Chapter One: 'Twas the 'Nights' before Christmas

      When I married Michael, I did love him... or at least
his money anyhow. I guess.  No... I think maybe I found him
okay too.  I didn't really know the family though until the
wedding and that was when I discovered that the Knights were
pretty much the biggest racists I had ever had the shame of
meeting.  I mean God, every other thing was 'nigger this'
and 'nigger that,' and none of it in the good way either.
The other thing that proved even more what the Knight family
was all about is that all the awful jobs at the family owned
plant were staffed with blacks while not a single afro-stud
was in any management or supervisor situation.  It was just
so wrong.

      I think Michael knew that I didn't approve at all but
he was very pussy about the whole thing.  I almost felt he
was condescending to me when he explained how 'that was the
way things were.'

      It really was enough to fill me with a total sense of
moral uprage.  I had grown up right where my mother had
taught me to be more accepting.  My family hadn't had a lot
of money after my daddy got disabled and had been forced to
move across the tracks.  I admit I had been a little
apprehensive at first but things quickly changed and once
Mom had been accepted into the community of the new
neighborhood it wasn't long until I was old enough to accept
the joys of all the abundant 'brotherly' love either.

      In a way it was sort of difficult when Michael entered
the picture.  For someone in his family, it was odd for him
to maybe even be over there in Africa with me.  I guess it
was for a business deal with him [how ironic is that
anyhow... family business needed to rape the treasures of
the dark continent cause they just couldn't get by without
the good stuff?]  Anyhow, I had 'volunteered' to do some
missionary work to further my education in the African
culture.  I certainly wasn't over there expecting to meet
any one to marry and I'm damn sure it was the last thing on
Michael's mind in such a setting... but things happen.

	Maybe they shouldn't.

      When I met the Knight family, maybe I should have just
told all those ass- wipes to take their money earned on the
hard working backs of... their 'slaves' and... and...

	The problem was; it was a lot of fucking money.  

      Michael didn't really just seem so really all that bad
either... like for a white boy and everything.  After all, I
had met him in Africa and he did seem to agree with me when
I protested the upside down situation at the plant [not that
I did as I should have and told him that the blacks should
have had all the poistions of superiority cause I could tell
that would be too much right off the bat... I did want some
of them to be rightfully in charge though.  I was sure when
Michael had a chance that things would change down there.
God, was I ever naive.

      So anyhow, we married four years ago.  Yeah, I took
the dirty Knight money for the last four, long, fruitless,
boring years.  I say boring cause after the first few weeks,
Michael started devoting all his 'fucking' time to that damn
family business.  I say fruitless cause what little
'fucking' time I actually got with my 'true love' was just
so damn useless as he was so very 'small and way too quick
in the bad way' after what I was more... used too, that
well... I tried to be a good wife, I really did and wanted
to love my husband in the way a wife should, but the real
thing was that it was four years of trying and still, there
was no little heir to the family fortune on the way.

      To save face, we hadn't told anyone we were even
trying, but the stress had started to creak in, and finally
Michael insisted I go to the clinic.  Yeah, like I had ever
had trouble getting breeded when I had a 'real' man to work
with?!?

      Anyhow, like I already knew, all the clinic confirmed
is that if anything, I was about as extra fertile as any
little breeding machine could be.  It was just a damn good
thing I hadn't been allergic to the pill back living with
Mom or we would have had to use even more of Dad's
disability money to look after those unexpected additions to
the family that she, herself had surprised the poor useless
gimp with.

      The problem was now, that my husband was the one who
didn't work as far as the seed-and-garden show went.  Boy,
that seemed to really bother him too.  I saw a side of
Michael that I didn't like at all.  Sure, I had been slapped
around before, but that was so much different... like just
sort of a territorial thing that showed me who the man was
with a few of my earlier lovers teaching me the joys of
subservitude.  With my whiteboy husband though, it was all
so damn pathetic and I sure didn't get any payoff
pound-fucking to cap off little temper boy after he was done
huffing and puffing away his inadequacies of manhood on my
face.

      If that wasn't pathetic enough, Michael turned into a
total asshole at work too.  He had never done what was right
and treated the help any better like they deserved for
earning all that money for the family, but now... it was all
just like somehow even Michael could sense the incredible
virility of all these muscled, black hunks and it made his
own inadequacies absolutely puny in comparison [in more ways
than one :)]

      As much as it sort of did bring a smile to my face to
see my well learned perception of what white boys were
really all about get reaffirmed just like it had for how
pathetic my Daddy had become years earlier, I also knew it
wasn't quite the same thing with my dear hubby.  With Daddy,
the blacks had come into our home and Daddy had been on the
couch, cause he wasn't of any use to Mommy anyhow... there
had been a rightful order of things as nature intended with
the survival of the fittest principal granting the breeding
rights to the alpha male.  But now, in that abomination of a
sweat shop, little, power-mad Michael was wrongfully in the
dominant position [even if he did have the bigger wallet, he
certainly wasn't the 'bigger' man] and after four years of
wanting it to change, I finally had to tell myself that
enough-was-fucking-enough.

      It was just coming up on Halloween when the shit was
about to hit the fan for Michael [he would have loved that
metaphor :)]  but the problem was that I wasn't at a good
time for the ultimate little bonus for my impotent hubby.  I
eagerly went to the calendar to plan a November to remember
for my loving husband but there I saw he had that damn
business trip on all the 'good' days. Sure, I could have
just did some sort of video or something but what fucking
fun would that have been?  I wanted Michael to feel the
sweat as I proved my truest love in the ultimate way of
having a baby.

      I have to admit my disappointment that stirred in my
unfulfilled belly as I unhappily turned the page of that
calendar a second time, but as I counted off the days again,
I couldn't believe what a wondrous and magical opportunity
that was to be mine.  What better time to give Michael this
present I had intended for him than in the real season of
'Brotherly Love?'

      Even if I knew my long neglected pussy would be hard
to wait for so long, I had gone over four years denying
myself any real satisfaction at all, so a couple more months
wouldn't be that bad... I would just have to hold off the
retirement party for my toys in the dresser drawl a little
longer was all.

      Actually, it was kind of good to have the extra time
too to savor the upcoming cum-uppence for my Michael.  It
gave me an opportunity to play things out in my mind again
and again for better planning of just what to do, as
everytime I thought about things it made me damp my panties
and have to go get out 'Black Beauty' from my dresser
drawl.'  As I let my toy do my husband's failed duty after
his own five second special that one cold November morning,
I got the greatest inspiration.

      Michael certainly hadn't wasted any time that morning
with me so as I got up, after wiping away the impotent
offerings and stepping  back into my panties and a robe,  I
headed out to the kitchen to do 'my duties' getting hubby
fed and off to work.  It was out there in our morning dance
that Michael had an opportunity to be the one to plant the
idea back into my head with his very own words.

      I'm not even sure how it all came up but I guess the
local mall had hired a black man to play Santa this year [or
as Michael told me, those damn liberals have themselves a
coon for Santa.] Of course, I quickly protested the language
but Michael had only used it to piss me anyhow and he kept
it up as he explained how important the mall Santa Claus was
to him as a kid and how upsetting it would be for the
children to see some nigger in the uniform.  Niggers didn't
give toys, they broke into the home and stole what you had.

      I was so mad at Michael, that I spit in his coffee,
maybe wishing that it was some black stud's freshly sucked
sperm that I was sharing with the asshole. Soon...

      When Michael was finally out the door, I went right to
get 'Black Beauty.' It had been a shower gift from my Mom
since she had warned me what it would be like being married
to a little dicked, white boy after what I had gotten used
too... I had kind of just giggled with her and the other
white girls of the old neighborhood but I had never really
realized just how much use my toy would get from the very
first night when Michael had gotten a little too drunk and
hadn't even been able to get it up to give his bride her
wedding night honors.

	Damn, that had been a close one... 

      When I had agreed to marry Michael, I had told Mom
that unless she could find a way to get her men to wear a
condom that Dad's little disability check just wasn't going
to be enough to feed all those mouths she was popping out
every nine months.  Mom had just laughed at that and told me
that niggers didn't use any damn rubbers with their willing
white trash ho's [Mom used the nigger term too... she said
that used right it was an empowering word.  I guess it is
and I know many times I have found it right to use too...
just not the ignorant way Michael ever uses it]  anyhow, of
course, I already knew that no stud would ever use any
rubber which is why I had gone on the pill after that first
time when I had got myself knocked up, but Mom couldn't use
the pill, and we all knew that she would never get to use
any diaphragm or anything, plus, it sure went without saying
that none of us would hear any of that shit about abortions
[except Daddy who I think never did quite get used to all
the little mulatto bastards with his name]  These were
babies of pure love all-in-all though and I wanted Mom to
have as many as she wished for, so I told her I would marry
Michael and use his money to help with my brothers and
sisters whatever Dad's disability check wouldn't provide
for.

      It was a little... weird, when Mom told me it wasn't
fair to do that to Michael.  Like why should we care what
happened to some well off honkey exploiting the black man?
At the time though, I, myself, still didn't know who my
intended hubby really was so it did have to be  Mom I
thought was really the funny one.  She said with Dad that
she didn't have a choice how things turned out.  Dad had
made his own bed, failing as a man to provide enough to keep
us where we started.  He had been the one who moved the
family to temptation island [so to speak] and when nature
took over, it had all been properly rightful.  Mom didn't
want me going into a promise under God where I was set out
to be deceitful though... I had to admit, being a good God
faring woman, I had to realize that she was right.

      As much as it meant I was damned, I had to agree.  God
blessed us with the joys of his most darkly beautiful
creations wanting to get into our white panties all the
time, but if it was his will that to get the money I needed
to help my family I must live in denial, than I would not
take of the forbidden fruit while living under the rules of
marital law.

Let me tell you though it sure hasn't been easy.  Even that very first
night when Michael hadn't even 'risen' to the occasion no matter how sore my 
knees had got in an attempt at inspiration to get my consumatory wedding night 
fuck.  It was so awkward too.  I hadn't even took off my dress yet.  I thought 
it odd, as Michael carried me past the threshold that I didn't feel his 'salute' 
to me up against my body at all, and the moment when I reached down for the 
first 'handshake' I got just really disappointed.

      Would anyone even believe me if I add at this point
that Michael was one of them 'not till we're married boys?'

      I had been so shocked when I found out he was a
virgin... I guess I was in a way too, never having had a
white boy, but still... Luckily though I had a little
experience and even though usually any of my magnificent
Afro-lovers would have had three or four goes at me before
it ever would have been 'necessary' for me to be on my
knees, I knew if I wanted any fireworks for my wedding night
party caper, that I was going to have to drop and suck to
see just what would be what.

      I was both anxious and not really expecting too much
from all what Mom told me about the days she used to
sometimes be with Dad... like when she went with him to make
me and stuff... I sure expected more than I got though from
Michael.

      Michael hadn't even thought I should get on my knees.
Said he didn't think it was all that ladylike.  Fuck that, I
had been taught that a bitch's place is on her knees for her
Master, and while Michael sure as hell could never measure
up all the way, I was sure still hoping he could.

      Luckily[?] I got my way as Michael was rightfully a
bit humiliated at his 'little' problem on our wedding night
there.  So I had dutifully dropped to my knees and tried to
use all my talents to perform the miracle but... [Just wish
I had knee pads that first night, cause while I had put in a
cocksucker's yeomen effort, Michael just never did salute my
efforts.]

      At the time, we eventually agreed it probably was just
all the Champaign that night for Michael.  I have to say
that even these years later, maybe he never got over the
five second problem but at least he was able to get it up
usually when the situation arose [even if his 'big' dick,
still wasn't never all that much more of a mouthful than on
our wedding night.]

      Whatever the problem was for the first night of my
'christening,' after nearly an hour and a half of paying
'lip-service' to the dimming hope, Michael finally got into
some more Champaign to drown his first [of what would be
many] failures, and before I knew it Michael was out for the
night, and I still hadn't even gotten out of the white
virginal promise dress yet.

	Fuck! What was a new bride to do?

      I had Black Beauty in the suitcase but it was just so
pathetic.  When Mom had told me to make sure I took it on
the honeymoon, I had just about laughed... but, looking at
Michael laying on the bed that was suppose to be shaking
with my thralls of passion... laying there with that limp
little dick that I knew wouldn't have been all that much
bigger even if I had gotten it up... I almost got weak about
that promise not to go back to black.

      The hotel had a busboy... well, he wasn't much of a
'boy' at all.  When he had carried the bags up to our room
so that my hubby could play mister macho and carry me past
the threshold, I had seen that this busboy was all more like
buss- MAN.  I know I had promised my Mom that I wouldn't
turn my husband into a fool unless it was right, but this
was my Goddamn wedding night and I needed it.

      I rang for room service.  I was so nervous.  I had
never been like that before.  I mean one thing I had learnt
from growing up is that a black stud is always ready to go.
I certainly wasn't nervous for fear not getting a yes, for
the servicing I needed in that honeymoon room.  Maybe I was
mostly worried that some other boy would answer my summons.
Or maybe, it was that damn promise I made that I would live
my marriage as God intended.  Why the hell did he tempt us
so though?  I finally promised myself that if some other boy
did go and brought up the bottle, than I wouldn't do
anything.

	Yeah, like that happened...

      When Jamal knocked , I was at the door waiting and it
was my pussy that vibrated with the anticipation of what
might happen next.  I actually crossed my fingers but I'm
not sure what they crossed in hope of.  Of course, it was
Jamal standing there.

      Coy nigger...  even though I knew he was man enough to
sense my heat, and opportunist enough to see 'hubby' on the
bed passed out with his little limp dick, Jamal wasn't going
to make it easy for me.  "Heres yours Champaign, Mrs...
Knight."

      Fuck him!  God, I practically was whimpering as I
begged that gorgeous hunk what I needed.  He was just a
smiling at me but his words were like a knife killing every
dream I had.

      "They keeps me ons a leash here Mrs. Knight.  You
seems to bes a women who knows what thats be about.  They
donts wants me having the times with the white man's bride.
If you goings to get yours satisfaction best be ons your
knees now fores I gets my next page."

      I didn't need to be asked twice.  With my hubby just a
few feet away, I'm afraid my plans to take the time to rent
a separate room and do this a little more careful couldn't
be accommodated that night... it wasn't all that I was
suddenly having a problem accommodating either.  Not sure if
my mouth had already gone and sized itself for what I had
been sucking on earlier, but suddenly I was choking myself
quite a bit to get my honeymoon stud up for the service job
I needed in my wet, willing pussy.  Jamal didn't pay my
choking on his big, black dick any mind though and
complimented me on my amazing talents saying that 'nos honky
bitch hads ever took mores than tens of his thick fourteen
inches befores.'

      Jamal was wonderful, but than all nigger studs are
really... he was ready to bend me over the foot of the bed
in just seconds, even though it had seemed a bit longer when
I had been choked on that cock.  We thought about pushing
Michael to the floor and christening the honeymoon bed, but
time was too important... the next damn page could rest away
my wedding night celebration at any instant.  I didn't even
still have the time to take off my wedding dress if we were
going to make this happen right.

      It wasn't really cheating though... I mean, I guess I
wanted it to be.  I had always learned that when a nigger
does it, whether or not the bitch takes a breeding is all
her concern... and I sure as hell wasn't all that concerned
myself on the wedding night after Michael had already failed
and now my pussy was going to get what it really wanted
anyhow.  It had only been Mom who had put me on the pill
before in the first place, so I wouldn't add any more to the
litter she was bringing into the house in her almost
clockwork nine month intervals.  Once I had gotten hitched
though, I was off the pill for night one cause money was no
problem anymore... I had always wanted to prove my love for
all my Masters by having their baby too and here I could.

      Jamal though... he want the one who asked the
question.

      "You protected, right bitch?"

      "No I don't care... I will take it like I'm suppose
too.  Breed me on my wedding night my nigger master," I
whimpered in heat as I arched my back like a bitch dog ready
to take her impregnation with a little of pups.

      "Fucks," he said, "are you crazy cunt?  I tolds you
these all watchs me and don'ts wants me doing the white
wives... I gots to be careful to keep all this new married
pussy.  Your fucking punk husband get my black ass tested if
you pop up that tummy on this night.."

      Noooo... I knew Jamal was right.  Black studs really
are the smartest when it came to things like this.  I
suppose in a way, I should be grateful that it meant I
hadn't really dishonored my wedding vows or really cheated
or anything, it just was almost horrible in a way, despite
all the joy I had cumming myself all on his big, black cock
as we finished our fun that night, it was so wrong too and
all I could really think of was how disappointed it made me
that Jamal had to pull that big, potent, black, babymaker
out before he could finish where it belonged in my willing,
fertile, unprotected, newly-married, white pussy.

      It was a small consolation indeed to be able to let it
glaze onto my face and stain my dress as I just lay next to
my hubby that first night of our new lifes together, freshly
fucked into joyess exhaustion and drifted myself off to
sleep with the most wonderful dreams in my head.

      Hmm... did kind of get off on a tangent there, but it
was a wonderful memory for what it was and something I
thought about that November 11th, Remembrance Day morning
after Michael had made his damnable comments about the
mall's 'nigger-coon' Santa Claus.

      Maybe fate and a 'nigger wanting to preserve his happy
hunting grounds and all the new married white pussy that
would follow me in there,' had saved Michael that first
night, but now his own stupidity had delivered the perfect
assurance that things would finally be made right.  It was
such a wonderful ideal that I came amazingly on Black
Beauty's, big thick plastic shaft before I quickly picked
out my best 'hey-look-at-me-boys' outfit and started off for
my own trip to the mall.

      and that is how it all came to be on the first nights
before Christmas.

Chapter Two: Oh Heavenly Night

      I had to be the most excited girl in the world as I
waited for Christmas to come {cum :)} this year.  I went to
the fertility clinic and asked them to put me on a program.
My doctor was so dear explaining to me that there was
nothing wrong with me and that I couldn't help the 'problem'
on my end just taking the pill.  I just smiled and told him
that my hubby was still in denial, so it would have to be me
that fixed this problem... but that I was sure, with just
the 'right' help we would get our Christmas miracle after
all.  The fertility drugs weren't really needed but I
figured as big a bundle of joy, one new child might be for
Mikey, twins would be double the trouble for him to deal
with.

      The doctor wanted to counsel me about what the drugs
could do.  It was all I could do to keep from touching
myself even though it concerned me a little at the same time
too.  When the doctor told me that with the low sperm count
Michael had, that it shouldn't be a problem as it wasn't
very likely any of his limp sperm would be able to find
their way past their own tails anyhow... the fertility drugs
would help just a little in that it would make sure that if
I had anything at all to work with that there would be
several willing eggs to welcome those breeders... the worry
was of course, that I would be getting champion swimmers and
if I had multiple receivers there would be more than one
touchdown converted for sure.

      Oh well... maybe I would be able to field my own NBA
team after just one magically great first night.

      When I got down to the mall, Santa hadn't arrived yet
and part of me was concerned my asshole hubby had beat me
down there and went and got the poor man fired or something.
I had never really ever seen a nigger who hadn't wet my
panties... not since before those days long ago until I was
properly educated after my family's move to the hood.  I had
never seen a nigger in those days who didn't make me ready
to drop and spread at all.  Still, while most niggers
unfortunately were off in jail or statistics before they
ever lost that youthful hunkiness, I was sorta wondering
what a Santa Claus nigger would look like... as if I had
anything to fear.

      The guy was fucking gorgeous and I just kissed my
cross as I thanked God for making me the luckiest bitch in
the whole world.  I had served my penance for four years in
the barren wilderness and now I was being rewarded with
reentrance to the Garden.  Santa was actually a brother by
the name of Deon [mmm... even that name warms me down there.
Going to have a Deon jr. for sure.] I introduced myself with
my best 'I-haven't-been-a-naughty-girl-yet-Santa, but-
I-sure-as-fuck-want-to-be' smile.  I think Santa wanted to
sit me down right there on his lap and tell me all the
wonderful ways he would love to be stuffing my stockings for
me, but with all the other little boys and girls in the
lineup, discretion of course was the order.

      I told Santa if he needed a break to the little polar
box, that I would meet him there.

      There was another man back at the toilets and when he
saw me enter the perv probably thought it was his lucky day,
but when Deon came right in hot on my cute, little white ass
that was all pervy boy needed to do to shake that little
white dick of his and scam way for the better man.

      Santa was quick to pat me on the head for what a good
little girl I was but as great as it was to be back on my
knees where I belonged, I had to scream to myself 'what a
stupid cunt I was being.'  When I went to pull back and
explain this wasn't what I wanted for my special Christmas
party, I suppose Deon got a little rightfully concerned that
maybe I was going to be playing hard to get... so his
friendly pat to my head got quickly into a more practical
grab of my hair.  Oh well, what the fuck... it had been too
damn long and there ain't nothing better for a thirsty
wanton white girl than a nice protein drink from the pure,
rich source anyhow.

      I did have to put up a stop though after I was done
swallowing down my Christmas offering... Deon was all ready
to bend me over one of those toilet stalls and nail me right
there, and believe me there would have been almost nothing
my wet pussy wanted more right then either, but Mikey wasn't
watching. That was when I hurriedly started my special wish
list I wanted Santa to deliver for our special Christmas
night at the Knight family home.

      Deon actually laughed out loud and than slapped me up
across the face as he told me I was a wicked little cunt.  I
was sure Deon wouldn't mind and the slap caught me a bit by
surprise, but I guess it is a guy thing and while Deon
quickly assured me he would love to do the job since he had
once worked in the family plant and had been wrongfully
dismissed for just being with one of the receptionists
there, I realized that this would all be a labor of love for
him making sure he loved me into labor.  It was my asshole
hubby's receptionist that Deon had nailed right there on
Michael's desk and it had been Michael who had freaked and
put Deon back on welfare.

	It is just so wrong how all that happens.

      I think the slap was to make sure that while I was
getting what I wanted, Deon was still the master and this
was all for him, first and foremost... just the way I like
it.

      I made sure to be a regular little mall-rat the rest
of November and now all of December and even volunteered to
be Santa's little helper to take up my rightful subservient
place... I think it was bad in a way cause with my pussy in
constant heat so near, Santa had a problem and the little
ones may have had a bit of a bumpy seat up there in Santa's
lap... I tried to be the best helper I could and we quickly
made the men's washroom into a sort of mini-little workshop
where Santa got me more and more in the Christmas spirit
painting me white with his big black marker, as many times
as we could both get away from the watchful eyes of all the
boys and girls to let me lick away at Deon's big licorice
candy cane... it was so very hard not letting Santa have his
ultimate gift. though and waiting for Christmas proper
before unwrapping our most wished for presents.
	
      Mr. and Mrs. Knight senior were away to Hawaii for the
season... like that is Christmas at all?!?  It was good
though cause I'm sure that it will be the death of both them
when there sweet little daughter-in-law colors the family
bloodline for them and brings a little shade of darkness to
this good name 'knight.'  Let them have these last nine
months of ignorant, racist white foolery.

      Michael couldn't/wouldn't be that lucky though.  His
complete failing to ever measure up to any nigger I had ever
had was his damnation... Michael's continued whiteboy
ignorance that, just cause he had money and the average
nigger may be on welfare, somehow made Michael the better
man... well, it was just so laughable infuriating that
Michael had to learn.  His final complete failings as a man
to make me into the mommy I was willing and desperate to be,
was just the last straw... in a way, it's just a wonder at
all that any tiny dicked white man can ever get that job
done, but who am I to judge the humor that is God's will.

      I was just so excited as the 24th had finally arrived.
I had carefully marked off the days on the calendar towards
my peak fertility.  I had the option of either Christmas Eve
or Christmas Day... to settle the difference I decided to do
both!

      My hubby kind of got off on a bad foot that morning
when he got all annoyed that I had given the help the day
off [fucking Scrooge was going to make them all work...
course that would have maybe kind of gotten in the way of
the screw I wanted.]  Anyhow, I hadn't exactly left all the
help with no duties to perform.  Both Jerome, my favorite
nigger from the plant and young Griff, the boy who did our
snow removal for us, had been asked to keep the evening
available and come back around the home a little later so
that the lady of the house could properly thank them for
being so wonderful to the family and asking for so little in
return... besides just whatever of my hubby's ill-gotten
money Michael had paid them for their services.  They were
due for a much better Christmas bonus this year for the
service I had planned for them to so to me.

      Since I had the day all planned so very well, I just
let it play out... little Mikey actually even got himself a
little amorous when he realized that we had the whole house
to ourselves, but I just smiled and told him I simply wasn't
in the mood [LIKE FUCK THAT!  I WAS JUST DYING TO GET MY
BRAINS FUCKED OUT... but when a girl is about to get grade A
steak, she doesn't go nibbling on niblets to ruin her
appetite!]

      I told Michael we should both open one gift just to
get things started. Michael was a real stickler for
Christmas traditions and told me that it was established we
wait till the following morning... like I wasn't going to
get my wish that night!  Anyhow, I just played it coy and
told Michael it was just a little something that I wanted
and not really about Christmas but more about us... I told
him I had wrapped two special offerings... one from me to
him, and one for him to me...

      Michael seemed a little off, but he had already had
some of the 'special' eggnog I had been laced with the
ecstasy for him to make the night just a little more
manageable [my own 'special' blend of eggnog was laced with
one last special double offering of fertility supplement...
as if I wasn't already in full ovulation :)]

      Anyhow, guess what they say about Ecstasy being an
mood alternator making an individual a little more
cooperative is just totally true.  Michael opened his
present to see that I had gone and taped the master video
copy of our wedding.  Michael looked at me with that puppy
dog look of clueless wonder.  I just smiled as I chose my
words carefully and said I wanted to represent this history
of our most cherished day to my dear hubby at this special
time and use it to prove how true my love was always
destined to be.  I asked Michael to hand me the gift I had
purchased for myself.

      As my 'loving' husband watched I opened it and inside
the box I revealed that I had placed a two pair of steel
bindings, the key [for after] a brand new video camera
[would you believe the family didn't own one?] and finally a
little baby rattle.

      Needless to say, hubby had that puppy dog look again.
I explained that the chains represented true love was like
chains of steal and how it could only end if the steel would
break [yeah Michael wouldn't be able to do anything to stop
the fun this night if he wouldn't be able to get loose.]  I
told him the key was the key to my heart and could only be
used by my true love [would humiliate Michael when after it
was all down to have to beg Deon to release him] The rattle
was cause I wanted so much to have a baby with my true love
to prove the purity of my devotion and new life promise of
sub servitude... I told Michael that I wanted to try again
on this Christmas eve to have the miracle of our own savior
be delivered to fulfill this family and me with all the joys
imaginable.  Michael was so sweet as he agreed 'we' should
try again right than to have the baby.

	'Wait, wait honey, Santa hasn't cum yet,' I giggled.

      I had the final gift where I told Michael that the new
camera was to record the blessed events.  Yeah... Michael
wasn't into that even with the ecstasy I had spiked into his
eggnog.

      I knew he wouldn't be... that was all part of the
plan.  Once this all went down, I would have to have some
way to make sure I didn't end up back in the projects flat
broke on my ass...  As they say a picture is worth a
thousand words, so I had to count on the fact Michael would
feel this upcoming video production would be worth many
thousands of his continued dollars in support of all that
would come [cum?]

      Anyhow, it was all quite a careful plan and I went
back out to the kitchen to get some more 'special' eggnog
for both myself and Michael.  Deon was in there helping
himself to a sandwich too... FUCK, what if it had been
Michael to go in and see him?  The nigger WASN'T IN HIS
COSTUME YET, EITHER... FUCK!!!  He knew how important this
all was to me.

      Deon just told me to calm the fuck down and it was my
own plan to wait until evening before Santa and his
'helpers' CUMmed on down... Deon gave me a little remindful
yank of the hair to remind this bitch she was being a little
uppity anyhow... so there I was back down on my knees... I
didn't really want any of my nigger's sperm going to waste
and had earlier told him to save himself to give me the
biggest fill for my 'stocking' later, but I guess I was
going to get enough and niggers do have a hard time going
that much time without getting hard.  So I needed a 'cum-up
pence' for my little bit of uppityness and the best way Deon
knew was to put me back to my knees... It was wickedly
wondrously exciting to wonder if Hubby would be curious what
was taking wifey so long in the kitchen to whip him up his
next drink to suck back.  It would ruin all my special
preparations to ruin everything at this point so I sucked
like I had never sucked cock before and quickly had Deon
ready to soak me...

      My nigger was the one who got the idea to tell me to
grab hubby's eggnog. I was just shocked and my hands were
trembling so much I almost dropped the glass as I tried to
hold it in place with one hand while I dutifully reached out
with my left hand and finished stirring up the cream topping
for hubby's protein laced eggnog shake.  Some of the sperm
splurt back and I saw it glaze down my wedding ring but I
didn't bother to clean it as it would be something Michael
wouldn't notice anyhow.

      I guess it was a little weird when Michael sipped away
at the drink for the next few minutes.  Part of me almost
wanted to stop him but Michael actually smacked his lips and
told me that it was good, so guess he is into that junk.  I
was a little jealous I couldn't have some myself, but after
my pussy was properly saturated later, I would have lots of
opportunity to make up all the nigger sperm eggnog shakes I
wanted... yeah, by tomorrow my tummy would be filled in more
ways than one with that delicious potent nigger seed.

      By the time, it was close to evening I was just
wondering how many helpers, Santa might have.  I had been
very pleased that Mom had allowed Tyrone to come and get to
know his big sister a little better.  Ahmend and Samuel had
brought him along.  I had really missed not being able to
see the family and get to know my little brother better
earlier, but as Mom had told me, I never would have been a
strong enough cunt to have resisted that type of temptation
and Michael was the type of wealthy man who could hire
investigators... so I had to pretend I had no family or the
money would have been cut off.  Tyrone hadn't quite been big
enough for me to be friendly with when we had both been at
home but Mom had wrote me an e-mail that Tyrone wasn't a
little boy anymore.  I had never really thought about
anything like being with my brother before... I mean a real
brother... a brother who isn't just a brother... like, my
little brother is that type of brother too, but he is also
the other type of brother who I'm trying to expl... of FUCK
IT, you all know what I mean.

      Niggers do that sort of stuff all the time though, so
when in Rome...

      Anyhow, I hadn't seen them but Deon had told me in the
kitchen that Tyrone, Samuel, and Ahmend had arrived earlier
and were up in the guest room trying to find their costumes.
Deon had invited his own brother Jerome, as well as a couple
friends, Toby and Stan, whom he said I would love [luv?]

      I guess that Griff the boy had arrived too and Deon
said the horny little fucker was so eager that he was up in
my room doing some panties of mine... I guess the Griff has
never had himself a whitetrash fuck before so I was really
honored to be his first... I had to be hopeful though, the
young nigger could just calm himself down with whatever he
was up there doing to my panties cause I couldn't exactly
get away to go give him a little comfort of my own.  Maybe
my brother would want to see what choice of panties big
sister preferred too and would be in there with Griff if I
did go check on the boys... but no, I knew than my special
Christmas panties I was wearing would be the ones those boys
would than want to be all over and that would just spoil the
plan again.

	Boy, it was all complicated, huh?

      It would all be simple though once it began... so pure
and natural, like it is all intended.  Why did God make
Niggers the sexiest fuckers and us white cunts so damn horny
if he didn't want us to breed our fucking brains out
together?  It had to be some damn sadist Satan who filled
our hearts with prejudice and tried to split the world into
divisive abstracts of black and white... so called areas of
wrong and right.  No... it can't be like that.  God wouldn't
have made it so fucking wonderful if he didn't want us all
to cum together in brotherly love and let the product of our
joyful merging take on the brown that all will be when
everyone evolves to the ultimate truth.

	Simple.

      Too bad, it couldn't all be that simple, but I knew
Michael needed things a little more involved to get with the
program.  I didn't really want him hurt and since the
paranoid fucker keeps a gun in the house I sure didn't want
him hurting any of our guests, or me either.

      Sun had gone down and while I wanted to play up the
Christmas motiffs as much as possible to make it just right
when Santa was to cum to me [in me]  I really couldn't wait
much more beyond sundown to finally begin my own fateful
night of creating my own 'son, up' in my belly where I so
desperately wanted it to fulfill me with my truest reason
for ever being.

      It was time for this silent night to become filled
with the cries of a women in passionate heat.

Chapter III:  I'm Dreaming of a... black, Christmas 

      Michael was pretty damn buzzed by the time I was ready
to give him the present of learning all about the joys of
brotherly love this Christmas Eve. The nice thing about
Ecstasy as opposed to some shit like GHB or other inhibitor
is that all Ecstasy really does for the most part is make
its 'victim' a little more agreeable.  As carefully as I had
drugged up hubby, he may have been ready to be my porn-set
fluffer [if I had needed that type of help with the champion
studs waiting to do me up right]

      It was nice to have little Mikey so agreeable for a
change... I almost saw again whatever it had been that had
once made me agree to marry the wallet... I mean I keep
knowing it had to be more than just the money.

      I went out to the kitchen to get one last special
drink for my husband. In the kitchen were seven of the guys.
The way they were all fucking giggling I knew those fuckers
had gone and jerked off in Michael's drink again.  DAMN
THEM, they knew that potent seed was meant for my fertile
pussy.

      I almost got grabbed and held over the prep table
cause those niggers were more than fucking ready to go even
if they had been jerking into the drinks again.  I told
those fuckers to just keep it in the pants a minute longer
and do this right... luckily they were all keen to help me
out too cause if they had insisted on fucking me right
there, I was so damn hot to take it that I wouldn't have
been able to say no twice.

      My panties were so fucking damn with my wet that I
have no idea how hubby didn't hear them squishing in their
juiciness as I went back out to him one last time to get
everything started.  I suppose maybe the Ecstasy was already
warping his senses a little... I wondered though if he could
still taste the strong sperm mixer that was in his last
eggnog of the evening.  I bet he could and drank it
anyhow... the fucking loser.

      I walked over to where the handcuffs I had given to
Michael earlier were now laying.  They probably weren't
necessary but what the fuck.

	"Wha-what are you d-doing?"  

	Poor sweet Michael.

      "Relax honey... this will be fun," I giggled [yeah, I
was going to have SOOO MUCH FUN once hubby got cuffed!]

      It was a very good quality chair, so Mikey could try
to pull at it all he wanted but as I snapped the shackles in
place, I was assuring that he would be quite the captive
audience for this Christmas pageant performance.

      I had to reach down and touch myself as I stood up
after snapping the last clasp around Michael's foot.  I
think even in his drugged stupor, that my display shocked
him a little.

      "mmm, Mikey," [God, I loved calling him such a
condescending name] "I'm so wet.  You know, honey... with it
being Christmas and all... mmm," [I just had to touch myself
again as I considered my words] "it's such a magical time
with the miracle of the lord Jesus being the savior and all.
I just know that I'm going to finally be such a good mommy
tonight myself and finally get all pregnant for you to bare
you just the most wonderful heir to the family name and
fortune."

      I looked down into my husband's eyes as I talked and
smiled.  He probably thought that I was thinking about him
too.  Damn I was good.

      "You want me to get pregnant for you tonight, don't
you dear?"

	"Yes..."

      "I want to get pregnant.  I want to be a good mommy
and get myself all knocked full of the most wonderful baby
that I wanted for so long.  Even before I ever knew you
Michael, I wanted to be pregnant this way... Do you know
that?"

      I wonder if the fertility drugs were making me a
little crazy too.  Seemed the words I was thinking were just
so damn funny may have been a little goofy... oh well.

	"Y-you wanted to be a m-mommy." 

      Michael's speech seemed a little slurred.  Maybe it
was due to the Ecstasy or maybe it had something to do with
finally sensing just how hot I was to breed and realizing in
his complete ineptitude that he never could be man enough
himself for a women like me to get so fucking much in heat.

      "Yes... I am going to be a mommy tonight.  I'm going
to pull your pants down, dear."

      Michael would be extra humiliated if his little pecker
was on continuous display the entire time I was with my
hung, black studs.  It would be so funny if Mikey stayed up
for the event too.

	He wasn't up yet.

      "Oh dear... seems little Mikey has a performance
problem tonight.  Oh goodness, what is a mommy to do,
sweety? Looking at Michael I had a flashback to my wedding
night, but first I had to get out the Christmas joke first.

      "You know back to start it all, Mary got herself all
knocked up with her miracle baby when Joseph wasn't even
around.  Wouldn't it be something if I could get pregnant
tonight without you?"

      I felt I was getting a little sacrilegious with my
teasing inference that the innocent Virgin Mary had maybe
been some gangbang slut like me spreading her legs for some
Arab marauders when poor dumb Joseph was off being the
fool... than again, who knows.

      One thing that did seem pretty obvious was that my
little reference seemed to be over Mikey's head... damn him,
this was all good stuff.  I'm not sure what reaction I
really wanted but suddenly it seemed like I wanted
something... different?  More???

      Maybe the more direct wedding tract that I had
suddenly in my head would work... "You know when you had
this little... problem on our wedding night, do you know
what wifey did?"

      I felt the blood rush to my face... this wasn't
exactly as I had scripted it and in a way, I couldn't
believe my own words but what was wrong with letting Michael
know now?  He was going to see for himself so much worse.

      I'm not sure if I even waited for Michael's mumbled
guess before I heard myself suck in a breath and tell my
'loving' husband... "When you couldn't consummate our vows
of faithful devotion dear, I just turned over to the bester
man to step in and perform your duties for you."

      Maybe the word 'bester' was a little confusing for
poor Michael in his state... or maybe he understood
perfectly what I had said and sat in his stunned stupor that
his wife had just told him she played him for the fool on
night one.

	"He was black too, Michael."

      I'm not sure if I wanted a cry of anguish or
outrage... all I got was more of that hurt puppy-dog look as
I quickly rambled on my spiel.

      "Yes dear... my wedding night celebration was a
magnificent Afro-lover. You don't even know what I'm telling
you do you... You call them Niggers you, limp dicked white
fuck.  A nigger ape coon nailed me in my wedding dress.
Those stains on it are his, baby... and I would have took
his baby to except he couldn't quite give it to me that
first night..."

	"Y-you, fucking CUNT!"

      "That's it... where is the big, macho-Knight stud
muffin who thought he was such a big man when you were
smacking me around this fall?  Huh... where is the big white
man who thought he was king shit in that fucking factory
that gives your worthless family all their lame-ass
respectability?"

      I was off on a real tangent... I still hadn't given
the signal to Deon to come bouncing in with a ho-ho-ho to
begin the process of making me be his ho... willing white
ho, fuckslut... but I guess it was good that he did jump the
que.

      I think Michael would have pissed himself right there
if his little dick was working for anything at all.

      "Is there a bad little boy in here that needs a lump
of coal in his stocking?"

      Deon was so fucking funny... it wasn't the line I had
originally given him, but I guess it was as good an opening
as any.  I had played the scene out so many times in
undressed reversal for all the cold November and December
mornings leading up to this final command performance, that
I was ready to role with the show. "Santa, Santa... yeah
Michael... look its Santa Claus and he says you were a bad
little boy and deserve coal in your stocking.  I hope I was
a bad little girl too and maybe this delicious, licorice
Santa has a nice, big lump of special Christmas coal he can
stuff my stockings with."

      Michael said something or other but what the fuck did
I care about him at all as Deon was on my white ass with his
hands up and around me taking me like the bitch I was in his
strong, hunky, black grip.

      "You be a fine, good little piece of white ass, Mrs.
Knight.  Santa has a special treat to stuff your stockings
with.  Santa hears you want to be a mommy again.  Santa and
all his special helpers are going to make sure you gets that
white, little fertile pussy so fucked full of potent nigger
seed that you can give your hubby here the bastard you've
been wanting to stick him with for so long."

      "OH MICHAEL," I squealed in mock glee... or was it
mock at all?  "Did you here that honey?  You are going to
get a baby after all, and this studly black Santa Claus and
all his magnificent nigger helpers are going to spend the
rest of tonight and all day tomorrow making sure to breed me
just for you.  We are going to have so much fucking fun that
you just won't believe those little peepers of yours but in
case there is any doubt at all... I'm going to make a movie
of all this to share with our friends maybe."

      Michael seemed to say something else as I walked over
where the camera and copy of the wedding tape were.  Doesn't
matter what he said though.  I was in my own little world.
The use of the wedding tape to record over with this new
breeding was very symbolic to me... I love symbolism.

      I didn't recognize the nigger that came over to take
the camera from me... I guess he was one of Deon's friends.
He sure looked damn fine.  I opened my arms and let him take
me for a Christmas kiss with those big, thick nigger lips.

      "Goodness... there isn't even any Mistletoe here
Mikey?  Mmm... this Nigger sure did kiss me though huh?  You
know, when a nigger kisses a girl like me, I know I've been
kissed.  That isn't all they do either.  I'm not going to
have to wonder after I get fucked tonight like when you have
your pathetic little fun."

      I think Michael tried to spit at me... It was Tyrone
that stood up to my honor, as 'little' brother had come in
the room with the first wave to nail me. It just really
filled me with Christmas joy as my brother pimp slapped
Michael to teach him some respect and decorum.

      I quickly had to jam the video into the recorder and
aim it to catch the first action of the evening.

      "Smile honey," I giggled as I aimed the camera over to
where my brother was slapping my hubby and pressed record.
What a beautiful image, mmm...

      I handed the camera to the nigger that had come over.
Turns out later he works in the industry so he was going to
do a damn fine job with making our Christmas porno-pageant
for us.  I sort of only wanted the tape as I wasn't sure
what it was going to take to keep Michael under my thumb and
pussy after this night... part of what I wanted more than
anything was to cuckold Michael to my nigger lovers and keep
taking his money.  I knew that insurance collection was
always an option [and I had boosted up Michael's policy just
in case,] but that wasn't what I really wanted.  The video
might help... it seemed to in some of those stories I liked
on the net... who knows what a racist honkey loser would put
up with when niggers took over on him?

      The video was both practical that way, and also just
symbolic like I mentioned... other symbolism I wanted was
the other items of my original wedding promise to my
husband.

      I really had wanted to stay the good wife, and I think
I had... God wanted me to honor him and I had for as long as
he was a man on his end.  Now though, if I was going to
abandon the vows I had made, it should be in some sort of
ceremony too.

      I had asked Homer Johnson to officiate.  Michael had
freaked that a nigger was a man of cloth... it had actually
been enough for the family to help sponsor a second church
in town where the white people could worship.

      Griff was in the room in the first wave too and it was
him that started to play the stereo for my strip.  I guess
there were around ten or maybe eleven niggers in all, sort
of semi-circled around me as I began to do my little grind
[I hate to say it, but they really do all sort of look the
same so I couldn't really be sure how many I would be
with... just that I would probably be with them all more
than once.  Anyhow, I felt like the center of attention
again, just like that first time when those men had come
over to see my mom way back when she was gone that afternoon
for shopping.

      I quickly peeled myself out of those drab, respectable
trappings of the former, respectable Mrs. Knight and got
myself down to just my special Christmas Panties that Deon
had bought for me to wear.  On the front in Christmas green
and red were the words NIGGER COCK ONLY with a little arrow
to my puss.  On the back, across my ass were the words
WILLINGWHITESLAVE.

      I made sure to twirl slow so that Michael could get a
good look at the panties that now really summed up how
things would be.

      I was so wet.  Even with the heat from the cracking
fireplace, my nipples were rock hard too... course, I guess
that had less to do with whatever little cool breeze may
have been penetrating the insulation of the house; and a lot
more to do with the exciting heat being generated by my own
lust.  I just LUVED how it was going.

      I saw one of my 'helpers' with the dress, but I tried
to give him a look, like to wait... I wanted to go closer to
my hubby first to let him participate as much as possible.

      Poor, little Michael.  He probably wanted to spit at
me or even get up and strangled me dead right than, but the
corrective bitch slaps from my brother had seemingly already
educated him somewhat.  Mikey barely managed out a little
whimpery 'what a cunt, I was,' as I sashayed over to reveal
just how true that was.

      "Ohh, Michael.  I'm SOOO FUCKING WET.  You never got
me this wet, did you sweetie?"

      I basically climbed up onto Michael like one of them
filthy little lap- dancers, only I was even more blatant as
I wanted my panties in hubby's face. Luckily a couple of
those niggers were quick to clue in and came in to steady me
with a couple helpful hands on my ass and tits as I got
balanced up to do the grind.

      I pulled hubby's hair hard as I wet his face with my
heat.  Sort of the way I had always expected him to pull my
hair so for just once, I could imagine I was with a real man
when sucking that little peewee of his... oh well. maybe in
hubby's next life he could use the lesson cause he sure
wasn't going to get another go at me in this one.

      I finally jumped back down and moved over to where the
dress was.  I took it and turned back to Michael.

      The dress had been in his family for years as a hand
down.  I guess it was a one of a kind exclusive and worth
like the whole family honor thing in addition to however
priceless it may have been.  When I had originally soiled
the dress by letting Jamal finish all over me, Michael had
been a little pissed. Of course, back than he had thought it
was his sperm that had been shot all over the well-fucked
bride.

      "Michael... look... it's your mommies dress,"  I
couldn't resist.  "Do you remember what a beautiful bride I
was in it?  I know it made you hard cause I felt you on the
dance floor,"  [that, was a lie... but than Michael was
small enough that those old jokes about guns in pockets or
being happy never really did apply to a whiteboy like him] I
know you thought I was so beautiful in this wonderful,
white, virginal dress of your mommies when I was promising
myself to you.  Can you imagine how beautiful I was later up
in that hotel room with you all passed out useless and my
nigger lover in there standing over me so happily as I took
his sperming all over this dress?  The stains are nigger
seed, dear... Do you think maybe your younger sister can
still take the dress when she is ready to marry?  I'm sure I
can find a bester man for her too."

      I had to laugh as Michael tried to get all fussy again
at my taunts of the dress and his sister.  The truth is I
hadn't really thought about the sister before, but now that
I had mentioned her in a room full of horny niggers, she was
as good as fuck-bred too.

      Just so long as I conceived and delivered first to
color this racist family's good name.

      Tyrone was the one to quiet Michael down again as I
waited to continue. 'Little' brother sure looked good... I
was really beginning to get into the idea of me and him.

      When hubby had finally shut the fuck up again after I
peeled my panties and tossed them over to Tyrone to stuff
into Mikey's yappy-complainy mouth, I was ready to proceed
and shook out the dress so that everyone could get a better
look at the alterations I had made.

      Mostly I had shortened the dress a little... made some
slits for easier access to the brideslut, a couple of
careful tear-aways at the cloth had left room for my titties
to get some exxxposure this time around too... finally, I
had taken a black marker and across the midriff of the
dress, I had written 'baby time here.'

      It had been a little hard to write over the sperm
stains and all, but it was worth it just to be a little more
wickedly fun.

      I took the dress and pulled it back on to my naked
body.  The slits and cuts lined up nicely as if anyone but
me even cared.  I think the niggers just wanted to get to
the fucking and couldn't have cared shit for all my fucked
up mellow-drama... and poor Mikey looked at about the end
that he could handle before he had to just shut down.  I
sort of did wonder if I would kill him before the night was
through.  Oh well, if I did, than I did... it would still be
a life for a life anyhow since I was sure as hell going to
be conceiving this Christmas eve with my own little savior.

      Once in the dress, I asked for my wedding certificate.
I had seen all this in a story once and thought it was so
fucking deliciously twisted.  While Michael watched, I took
off my wedding ring that promised me to him and wrapped it
in the certificate.  I looked down at Michael and smiled.
"Guess what I think of being your wife now, Mikey?"

      I had to allow myself a giggle as I walked off to the
master bath.  I sort of wished that maybe I could have went
and did it like that story where the girl had to eat her own
certificate after her rapists had spermed on it, and the
hubby had than had wifey put the ring in some shit for him
to eat... that was too much though for a fun Christmas thing
like I wanted though.  So I just dropped the ring and
certificate into the toilet.  I almost flushed for Michael
to hear, but I changed my mind with a better idea.

      When I got back out to the family room, I just gave my
husband a little pat on the head, "It was you dear, that put
this marriage in the crapper with your total failure as a
man... I just finalized my acceptance of the end.  The ring
is in the toilet.  I suppose some of these men here will be
using it before the night is done... Don't worry, if you
really want to save your precious family heirloom later I
might let you go and get it out before we flush later...
maybe."

      I was so delightfully wicked.  This was all coming to
me even easier than it had in my dreams... but I had to
admit that the fun and games were going to have to end soon
cause there was a whole other 'cumming' that needed to
start.

      I quickly made the signal for Homer to produce out the
good family bible... he read off his silly little vows I had
written where I promised to be a good mommy and get myself
nicely knocked up... Deon promised to be a good Santa and
make sure the good, little whitefuck got herself breeded...
than it was time for us to have our merry night.

	
Chapter Four: CUM all ye UNfaithful
	
      Let Mr. Crosby croon all he wants for that White
Christmas of his... this little, happy-fucked girl got her
Christmas wish fulfilled by Santa when she got to go back to
black and she don't ever gonna go black.

      It was all really so fun too.  After I had done the
stuff I wanted with the symbalic 'divorce' of my fidelity to
Michael, and than the promise to be fruitful and multiply
with my new stand-in [stand-up?] replacement husbands, I
decided to be the good little wife and celebrate the season
of brotherly love as it was truely bent to be rung in.

      I had to giggle as I walked over to the tree and
reached around to the back for the special package I had
wrapped up myself for Santa Claus.

      "Ohh, lookie here... Mikey we have a present for
Santa.  Since you are all tied up at the moment let this be
the first gift I give my big, black Santa Claus tonight."

      I took the package over to Deon and we embraced and
kissed before he took the small box and opened it.

      "Well look it this, Santa's little helpers. Looks like
Mrs. Knight went and got us some special Mistletoe belts.
Says this one is for me but I'm suppose to make sure to
share the other ones with all of you."

      Everyone mock cheered at Deon's words.  Or maybe it
was a real cheer... after all, everyone knows what you do
under the mistletoe... and having a belt made of the stuff
to wear around your waist, right up above your...

	Well, I'm sure it isn't hard to see the possibilities.

      Santa quickly put on his belt and than that big, black
belt buckle got unhitched and down went his pants.

      "Well, Mrs. Knight," Santa spoke to me.  "Since you've
been such a naughty girl these past two weeks to poor hubby
there planning this night out to play him like a fool...
maybe you should try to earn yourself back into the good
gracious of Santa Claus by obeying the rules of the season."

      "You mean kiss you under the Mistletoe, Santa?  But...
but, you have it right before your big, chocolate candycane.
Would I really get back in good with you if I kiss you down
there?"  The words were to Deon, but I was looking at
Michael when I said them so corny.

      "If you want that special Christmas baby, you are
going to have to get back in good with me, you little
whiteslut... If you obey the rules of the season and kiss me
and my helpers under the Mistletree you will get a nice
reward as we will all get up our tools to build that special
gift in your belly that you want."

      I made sure to giggle as much like a little girl as I
could as I dropped to my knees.  I had to make sure Michael
didn't get neglected though as so much of the pageantcy of
all this was stricktly for his benefit.

      "Oh Santa, what a big cock you have.  Is it like that
story of the Big, Bad Wolf and your cock is so big just to
fuck me better?"

	"Just kiss me, now you little bitch."

	Deon pulled me on and I started to suck.

	"mmmphh... sluuurrpp... mgghphh... choke... ugggghh"

      I loved how a nigger cock will respond so fast to a
cocksucker's attention... even if they do get too big to be
a comfortable mouthful at even half mast.  Deon must have
been so eager to finally make it official and nail me cause
his dick went rock hard pretty much the instant it parted my
ruby, red lips and speared into my wet, willing mouth.
There isn't really any danger with a nigger like Deon
applying a Christmas glaze to a little cocksucker's face
like mine, unless he wants too... niggers like Deon can hold
off better than that when they know their potent,
baby-growing seed is needed for the fertile, unprotected
pussy waiting to be conquored... still, though I knew the
temptation to paint me a sticky shade of white on this
sacred holiday night in front of hubby would be temting to
any nigger, so I quickly went to pull off.

      Luckily Deon let me and didn't just take hold of my
head to hold me in place as would have been his right.

      I gasped to catch my breath as I turned to Michael
with the mess of my spit on my chin and teased him, "Oh
Michael... I never choked on your little peewee.  Half the
time I wasn't even sure I actually had it in my mouth, it's
so pathetically small.  And did you see how fast Santa got
it up for me?  That is how a real cock is suppose to work."

      The next nigger to suddenly step in front of me was
another one I didn't know.  Oh well, from what I saw under
the belt he was wearing sure made me want to get to know
him... and get to know him I did.

      Griff was next.  I had been with a boy before, but
only when I was younger myself.  I sort of had forgotten
how... enthusiastic they were.  I felt his cock throbbing
after I had only been kissing it for a couple minutes or so.
I would have pulled off, but Griff seemed to want to give me
a swallow so since my hair had me in place I just braced for
impact as the nigger gave the back of my throat a sticky
coating on the way into my belly.  It wasn't the proper
direction to ever get at my waiting eggs, so I was a little
perturbed, but there was just so many damn, studly niggers
there, that wasn't no way I wasn't getting out of this
gang-fucking without being bred good and proper,

      I sucked off  the good Reverend next... is that kinky?
I heard that they are suppose to take a vow not to have a
women or anything and mostly all they fuck is little alter
boys.  I don't know.  Homer seemed to enjoy my talents
though and he followed the example of young Griff my holding
me in place until I had sucked him all the way off.  The
good Reverend though pulled out when he shot to give me a
Christman glaze all over my pretty white face.

      Those Mistletoe belts were in pretty quick demand
after that and things blurred a little.  I hadn't really
planned to spend so much time with the joke but everyone was
into how talented I was taking all that big, black cock.
Also I think that the niggers were realizing with so many
fuckers there, once the main event happened, most of them
would have hours till they got at me again even if I did go
to three holes-no waiting mode.

      More and more of the niggers weren't saving their
loads as I did the Mistletoe thing with them... and I was
starting to feel really messy all soaked in so much sperm.
I wondered if anyone had the same 'Frosty' the snowman
images in their heads as I looked more and more like a
snow-ho with that sperm getting thicker all over me from
head to toe.  I would have been like some sort of glorified
sperm-sickle if they had booted my white ass out into the
front yard there and left me in the cold for the neighbours
to see.

      and it wasn't even close to over... Samuel was
actually the first damn nigger to think to put the belt on
backwards.  He was always a clown like that back in the old
neighbourhood.  He knew I didn't exactly get into all that
but Santa was watching and the deal is that a girl does have
to kiss the boy under the Mistletoe.  Luckily Samuel is big
enough that after kissing his big, black ass for awhile, I
was able to just reach between his legs and pull his cock
back to suck.

      The one nigger I kept waiting for was Tyrone,  I
wondered if it would be different with him being my brother
and all... weird thing is that unless I just lost him in all
the confusion I don't think he took a turn with the belt.  I
guess he was saving all that potent seed of his to try to
impregnate me.

      Speaking again, about getting me impregnated, I was
more than ready... seemed most the niggers who wanted me to
suck them off had finished up and so I was thinking maybe we
could get down to business... still, no matter how much
control a whiteslut has going into these things, once you
have a houseful of horny niggers, sometimes they have their
needs that have to rightfully take precedence.

      As much as the earlier stuff with the wedding gown had
been symballic to me [by the way, you should have saw the
cum stains after I had worn it for all the Mistletoe belt
cocksucking action]  niggers have their own acts of
symbalism in such situations.

      I guess maybe it is cause loser whiteboys like my
hubby Mikey are always saying niggers are just animals and
coons and such.  If you are going to wear the label...

      In the animal kingdom the dominate male pisses to mark
it's territory and what belongs to it.  From the first time
I was ever with a nigger I knew they loved nothing better
than having a white bitch on her knees while they mark her
proper.

      So I was expecting it... and it was no big deal for me
when Ahmend told everyone to hold the fuck up cause I was so
fucking slippery and sticky in my soaking of sperm that I
needed a shower fore the fucking could take place. Michael
seemed a little put off for it.

      Just to share with him, I went over to the chair and
dropped to my knees right in front of Mikey so he could
catch some on the splatter.  Than I closed my eyes and
opened my mouth as the hosing commenced.

      You can imagine the state of that wedding dress after
that... not to imagine the $20 000 family heirloom Persian
Rug I had knelt upon.

      It was time to get out of that dress anyhow... I
drapped it over Michael's head, but made sure not to cover
his face so he would miss out any of the further action.

      Everyone knew I now belonged to these niggers, body
and soul.  The group pissing was powerful in how much it
just gravitated the situation that much more.  Got to hand
it to these niggers... they know how to get a whitetrash
hottie ready to go.  It's all just foreplay to them...
niggerstyle foreplay. Another thing that lots of niggers
simply love to do even if the bitch is alreayd willing and
wanting, is to get all rough on her.

      Guess maybe it goes back to those slave days when some
white freak on a powertrip thought it made him a big man
tying some proud black stud to the post for a whipping.
That had been so ridiciously wrong.  Payback though was
something that was quite righteous.

      A girl never knows just how hard a nigger will be on
her white ass, but one thing any little whitebitch should
understand is that if a nigger decides he is going to beat
the fuck out of you, than you are going to get that fuck
beat out of you and no amount of crybaby complaining is
going to change it.  I had a pretty good idea that some
nigger or other whould want to play on my ass with some
paddles or something like a latter day drummer boy, so I had
told Deon that if this was unavoidable, at least tie me to
the Christmas tree to keep the motiff going.

      A couple of the niggers had made sure to give me a
pull of the hair, of rudely bump me around with their legs
into my face or whatever as I had sucked them and token the
pissing.  It was pretty obvious at that point that many of
them were anxious to abuse me a little further so I gave
Deon the signal after I dropped my dress.

      "You been real good so far, Mrs. Knight.  You are
going to almost be ready to get that Christmas Baby after
all, but just to make sure that you have been properly
punished for being born white in the first place instede of
black like your child will be now... you need to get
yourself whipped."

      "Do I Santa?"  I tried to sound like I was trying to
get off... niggers that are into things like this are always
happier if they don't think the bitch is a little pain freak
herself.  I'm not... I mean, I understand what the
ceremonial whipping and stuff is all about, and it does make
me think more highly of my lover if he is man enough to do
his fuck this way, but still... it does hurt.

      "Do I really need to be whipped to prove what a
willingwhiteslave I am to all you gorgeous, black studs now
and how willing I am to fuck all of you until you sperm in
my unprotected pussy so I can have a baby to celebrate the
season of brotherly love with you?"

      Deon kind of caught be by surprise with a slap to my
face... I guess I have to admit that he is one of those
niggers that gets off on the rough stuff. Oh well, it
wouldn't be the first time I had gotten an eye blacked by a
black... it gave me a better color anyhow.

      Deon and Jamal worked together to tie me to the
tree... not having any overhanging branch, it wasn't an
ideal whipping tree, and I kind of got pricked by the pines
and a little covered in tree sap all over my naked body as I
bared my back to shoulder the burden of white crimes in days
long ago.

      I liked when Deon told everyone they would have to use
the Santa belt as they punished this little whiteslut for
being such a filthy little fuck... the belt was sort of one
of those novelty type ones and it wouldn't be leaving much
in the way of scars even if those niggers could still get
off as I whimpered and wiggled from the sting of the
mock-leather.

      I could just barely see from the reflection in the
open window who was stepping up to me from behind.  I guess
the only real noteworthy thing though was that Tyrone
actually took part.  Damn him, you would think with me being
his big sister, that he wouldn't whip me.  I wonder if
things were reversed at home too, and it was my mom that was
over his lap for the spankings?

      Of course, I had to do the lap thing too, to finish up
with the B&D scene. Santa got the honors after I got losed
from the tree... I crawled over submissively on all fours
thefuture father to be of my child...

      "Santa am I punished enough to get my Christmas wish
of a baby from your big, black cock?"

      Deon grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to my
feet... than he sat back down and took me over his lap to
paddle my white ass, with his strong black hands.  FUCK... I
ACTUALLY CAME AS I GRINDED DOWN ONTO HIS BLACK HARDON UP
AGAINST MY WHITE BELLY.

	We needed to fuck, and we needed to fuck bad.

      Deon's cock was actually leaking precum as he threw me
back onto the mattress that had been drug to the room from
the master bedroom.  It was always nice for a nigger to fuck
and breed the white wife in her own husband's bed.
Meanwhile, I wanted it in the 'family' room for the
symbolism of the name and the Christmas motiff and
eveything... anyhow, if you can't take the party-favor to
the maritial bed, a nigger can always bring the hubby's bed
to the little wifey-fucktoy.

      I certainly didn't mind that they were using my
maritial bed to breed me in... and I didn't even mind that
Deon's big black cock was leaking precum, as long as all the
real potent stuff wouldn't blast until that babymaker was
deep in my pussy and ready to do a search and conquor
mission with my waiting fertile eggs.

      I wish I could make the fuck as glorius in words as it
was in reality. Maybe someday the video can be available for
purchase... one hot white naked babe and so many hard, hung
nigger studs taking a turn jumping her while she begs each
and every one to seed her and breed her with a baby.
Wouldn't that be the hottest selling education tape?  So
many unfullfilled white bitches out there don't know what
they are missing... and all the white boys could use the
total understanding why not a single one will ever measure
up.

      mmm... God did I ever cum when Deon was in me, telling
me that Santa was going to be cumming,  'YES-YES-YES SANTA,
DO ME, BREED ME,  STUFF MY STOCKING SANTA WITH YOUR BUNDLE
OF BABY JOY!'

      It was so beautiful that I was able to cum in my own
acceptance of his superior nigger seed at the same time he
gave his grunt of victory and took me as the mother of his
newest little bastard. I opened my mouth so we could kiss as
lovers do... not like some prostitute ho that doesn't kiss.
Fucking can be without emotion but baby making is just so
special and a white wife has to kiss her nigger breeder when
she is concieving in front of her husband.

      "Oh GOD, YES!  SANTA, YES... I'VE BEEN SUCH A GOOD
GIRL... GIVE ME MY CHISTMAS BABY... I WANT TO BE A GOOD
CHRISTMAS MOMMY JUST FOR YOU."

      I felt so fucking good as that potent seed was planted
deep into my womb. I just knew I had been totally
impregnated.

      'Oh Michael... did you see the wonderful gift Santa
just gave me?  Even though I get it here at Christmas time,
I can spend the next nine months making it better and better
while you watch.  Won't it be wonderful when we share it
with your family?  They can all be so happy that I'm finally
going to be a mommy.  We won't tell them that you didn't
help.  We could... it a way it is a miricle baby... our own
little savior to teach this family all about brotherly love.
Just like the 'virgin' Mary got herself impregnated without
Joseph... I'm just like her."

      I knew I was sort of really risking that blashphamy
stuff with such talk, but who is to say that isn't the way
Mary did it?  I mean arabs aren't really full niggers or
anything but for a little jew girl back in Nazarov, they
probably were about the closesn't things that slut could
have spread her legs for there... or maybe not.

      Anyhow, I'm pretty sure Deon fathered his child into
me with that first fuck, but when I saw that Tyrone had won
the right to throw the second fuck into me, I hoped I had at
least one other egg in there for his sperm to find.

      It was time for me to get to 'know' my little
brother... in the biblical sense of the word.

      Tyrone was certainly not so little... as mom had told
me in the letters, he was large even by nigger standards.
His technique was nothing too special. Basically he just
told me to 'spread your legs, bitch,' and than he was on me
humping away.  I tried to give my brother a good ride and
wrapped my long, white legs as far around his musceled black
ass to get him into me as deep as I could get him... not
sure if it was my way of trying to give his sperm an edge in
getting an egg, but maybe...

      Tyrone really seemed to have a load for his big
sister.  I felt seval splurts of that potent seed blast into
my womb and knew that he had just sent over a million of his
soldiers on a seek and destroy mission to breed me.  I once
studied in school that a guy's sperm is like designed to
kill other sperm so that it gets to breed the bitch.  I
thought that was so cool that my brother's sperm was at war
to get me knocked-up now... I almost wish I could have
waited before I let any more competition get into the mix.

      At least Jamal was next... it was a chance to right
the wrong that this nigger hadn't knocked me up on my
wedding night.  I wanted to bring that back up to Michael,
but there was still the chance Michael might go get Jamal
fired... sure Michael would get the fuck beat out of him, if
he ever tried to do anything against any of these niggers,
but that wouldn't get Jamal his job back and let him keep
fucking all those newlywed white brides at that hotel.
Jamal was really into kissing me anyhow so I couldn't talk
all that much even if I wanted. It was like he REALLY wanted
to be the nigger to knock me up.

      It kind of made me feel bad that I didn't cum on his
cock like I had for Deon and my brother.

      Seems a study I once saw said that a married women is
more likely to conceive with a lover than her husband...
like she wants the best father for her children.  Even
though the girl cumming isn't necessary for conception, a
women's orgasm is a sign she want's impregnating.  I had
certainly wanted Deon to father with me, and the kink of
Tyrone had got me off too... as much as I wanted Jamal's
belated wedding gift though, I think deep down inside I was
showing preference to my first two breeders.  I still faked
an orgasm though as I had the third load of seed added to
the mix.

      Best thing about the gangbang, is that a bitch can't
pin it on any nigger for child support or such shit...
that's why niggers love to group breed a whitefuck... and if
she is already married than there is a fool to handle the
bills and diapers anyhow.

      There was so much cock Christams eve.  I was allowed
four hours sleep in the wee hours of the morning but
Christmas day was spent on my back too... or on my knees...
or in some pretty crazy other poistions too.

      After the first ten fucks, no one got exclusive honors
with me anymore... I was sandwhiched and Oreo'd in pretty
much every combination and position any of us could think
of.  We just totally fucked around that Christmas tree and
even if there were no jingle bells jingling, after the
party... we all knew in nine months that there would be baby
rattles rattling.

      Poor Michael... he spent his Christmas watching Mommy
fucking Santa Claus.

the end [for now]

a word from mkarl... sorry that I haven't been all that
productive the last six months... I actually have been
writing in the time I could, but the hassals of making a
living have really impacted on my advailable time for
creating these works of interest to me.

Im actually hoping there might be potential to turn this
hobby into a living. Might take months or even a year till I
get a library of new material ready to launch with taking
into account the limited time I have to write when so much
goes to the labours of earning a living... with any luck
though and whatever support is out there, I hope to have a
new option for fans of my stories sometime in the new year.

Anyone interested in finding out more or giving me some
encouragement to soldier on with such a project can write me
at mkarl2000@hotmail.com  I'm having a problem finding time
to answer my mail as timely as I was formly able to but I
try to get to all of it at least every two weeks if I get a
day off and don't spend it writing new material.

happy holidays. from

Leta and Michael December 2000

