It all started out harmlessly enough. Jack had invited
DeWayne and Suzie over to our house for dinner —
again! I never particularly liked these occasions. I
could see that DeWayne, ungrateful that Jack had
befriended him and promoted him to a supervisory
position, was resentful of his young boss’s position in
top management while he was still blue collar.
He tried to hide his envy by constantly making off-
color jokes and little references to their having grown
up together in the same working class town. My husband
Jack, on the other hand, just liked his old classmate
and paid no attention to the jibes.
I, however, couldn’t help but bristle. I did not mind
Jack having remained friends with one of his black
employees, but I didn’t like the way the guy always
leered at me. DeWayne was aware of, and reciprocated,
my dislike for him by making jokes at my expense.
Tonight he was on one of his favorite subjects.
“So, Jack-boy, when are you going to be puttin’ a bun
in the cute little oven of the prissy little white girl
you married? I’ll guarantee you, the lovin’ gets a
whole lot better when a woman’s got your baby in her,
making her belly swell up! They just can’t get enough
of the cock that knocked ’em up idn’t that right,
Honey?”
He grinned and reached over to pat the prominent bulge
in his blonde wife’s tummy. Suzie just giggled and
snuggled closer to DeWayne, stroking the bulge in his
pants she’d put there. “Guess that’s one reason I’ll be
givin’ her number four as soon as she pops this one for
me!” Affecting street jive was another of DeWayne’s
annoying habits.
Jack just laughed. “Katherine is up for junior partner
this year, DeWayne. Not a good time to be starting a
family. Besides she’s is not really the ‘mommy type.'”
I was grateful that Jack was sticking up for me,
although I knew that part of him DID wish I stayed home
cooking, cleaning, and taking care of a houseful of
babies, as his mother had done for his father and his
seven brothers and sisters. I knew, too, he wished I’d
meet him at the door each night in a teddy and high
heels, eager for him to fuck my brains out, as that
airhead Suzie obviously did for DeWayne.
But I treated sex cautiously. If I let myself be too
enthusiastic, I could wind up like MY mother. She had
trained for years as an architect, but could never say
no to Dad when he had that gleam in his eye. I had seen
the arrival of one younger brother and sister after
another delay and ultimately derail her plans for a
career. I had inherited her wide hips and ample bosom
and I was probably just as fertile.
I was afraid even one a drop of semen at the wrong time
would knock me up. I loved to fuck, as Mom must have,
but worrying so much about getting pregnant put a crimp
in Jack’s and my lovemaking. Not being able to take the
Pill was another inheritance from Mom.
In fact, the more success I had as a lawyer, the more
cautious I became. Even with rubbers, I seldom let Jack
fuck me within a week of my “danger zone.” Subtracting
out my menses (Jack’s problem not mine
uncertainties of a rather irregular period, there
weren’t many nights I could relax and just get fucked.
Nor — knowing how easily I get turned on — could I
risk giving Jack head or letting him eat me in between
times.
Of course not wanting to be a tease; I tried to keep
Jack from getting too wound up when I wasn’t going to
be able to satisfy him. I always dressed
conservatively, seldom showing off my long legs and
nice boobs in the frilly blouses, miniskirts, and
strappy heels men love. Fearing my own romantic
reactions, I steered us away from candlelight dinners,
wild parties, and going out dancing.
I avoided wearing the sexy lingerie and sleepwear that
Jack kept giving me for our anniversary and Valentine’s
Day and I had to be pretty careful about snuggling up
close at night; it would have been too cruel. In a
word, I steered clear of all those things that the
women’s magazines advise for putting the “spark” into
your marriage. I didn’t want any sparks starting a fire
I could not control.
DeWayne roared in laughter at Jack’s comment. “Katie
not the ‘mommy type?’ ANY woman is the ‘mommy type’
Jack-boy, once she’s getin’ fucked properly.” Jack
rolled his eyes; at least he got that insult. “Maybe
you’re not doin’ a good enough job on Miss Society
Girl. I’d say you could turn ole Katie into a regular
baby factory once you go her going. Look at those hips!
Plenty of room in there for twins or even triplets. And
those hooters? Man, that girl could make enough milk
feed quadruplets. How about it, Katie?” He leered at
me, knowing how I hated for him to call me “Katie.”
“Isn’t my boss enough of a caveman to throw you down
and fuck you so good you don’t know or care whether
he’s knockin’ you up or not?”
“Now look here, DeWayne,’ Jack said; “that’s out of
line.”
“Sorry. Just my honest opinion.”
I was fuming, meanwhile, feeling my hatred for DeWayne
burning in my chest. I was actually glad Jack was mad,
too, but — unfortunately — he calmed down later when
DeWayne apologized and promised to come around — while
Jack was gone on a business trip — and help me clean
up the garage. I tried to wave off that suggestion —
furtively raising my hands in an “X” behind DeWayne’s
back — but Jack didn’t seem to notice.
When DeWayne and Suzie finally left that night, I
helped Jack pack and the next morning I kissed him good
bye for two weeks. Knowing we might miss the next
“safe” window I decided to risk getting a couple of
condoms ready, hoping to get a nice “good-bye” fuck
that morning. Jack, however, was in a hurry and left me
feeling pretty horny. Of course, I knew that wasn’t the
only reason; I was always horny in the middle of my
cycle.
//Damn that DeWayne, // I thought, remembering what
he’d said about me; //I feel so fucking horny…!// It
annoyed me that DeWayne had my number; Mother Nature
had given me a body made for making babies and a libido
to make sure I had lots of temptations. I got out the
vibrator once I was alone, but it just made me hornier;
I felt like I had an itch I couldn’t scratch.
Obviously, Mother Nature didn’t agree with my brain’s
decision to wait about making babies.
Later that day, DeWayne came over. He was actually well
behaved at first. Together, we cleaned out the garage,
and he carried a lot of our junk up to the attic. I had
to admire his clean, strong body. It was kind of weird;
although I didn’t really like DeWayne, I wore a tight
T-shirt, shorts, and strappy white high-heeled sandals
— exactly the kind of thing I never wore for Jack. I
don’t think I was actively trying to be a tease — it
was probably just my cycle, making me a little crazy —
but I sure got DeWayne’s attention. Several times, I
caught him glancing at my breasts, and nice long legs.
“How about a drink?” DeWayne suggested around lunchtime
“I brought some sherry.”
“Hmm. I like sherry,” I admitted; “how old is it?”
“Ten years.”
“Must be expensive.”
“Aren’t you worth it,” DeWayne grinned, feigning to put
the bottle back in its bag.
“I’m worth it,” I said — with a whine that actually
surprised me. Wound up tight as I was, I enjoyed a nice
sherry or cognac now and then. Obviously, it was
something Jack had let slip.
“I guess we’ll see,” DeWayne said, taking the bottle
out again. While DeWayne poured some glasses, I put out
some chips and sandwiches, and both of us sat down on
opposite sides of the bar in the middle of the kitchen.
We were talking about nothing at all, but I got a
tingle seeing him glancing at my chest as we ate.
The fortified wine went right to my head; I actually
felt pretty good, knowing I was turning him on. I was
every bit as sexy as his blond wife and a lot smarter.
The sherry must have been older, than he said —
probably as old as I was — perfectly blended with
aromatic gushes of fruitiness. I drank two or was it
three glasses, and felt the numb happiness of
intoxication slowly come over me. I was longer paying
attention to what DeWayne was talking about. Down
between my thighs, I could feel my pussy getting wet.
“You okay, Katie?” DeWayne asked.
I tried to concentrate — but I just ended up laughing
when I tried to keep a straight face. I twisted my feet
in my sandals — the high heels hooked over the rungs
of my barstool — and felt completely silly. “Tha’s…
good sherry,” I admitted, drunkenly, “but… it mus’ be
more ‘n than ten years old.”
“Yes; it cost me more than you probably make in an
hour.”
“Tha’s… a lot.”
“Yes, I’m sure it is, but then as you said, you are
‘worth it!'” DeWayne said ominously, suddenly standing
up and walking around the bar. Although I hadn’t
realized it, he hadn’t been drinking nearly as much as
I.
“I can’t stand up,” I said, trying to lift my heels
over the rung of the barstool. DeWayne just smiled,
kneeling down to unbuckle my sandals. Coming loose from
my feet, they hit the floor — ‘clunk… clunk’. Then
DeWayne stood to face me, reaching right out to cup and
squeeze my boobs.
“Boy that stuff works fast.”
“Wha’ are you talking ’bout,” I asked sluggishly.
“The drug I put in your drink, Katie,” he grinned.
“They said it might take another half hour to hit you,”
he replied pulling me closer and nuzzling my neck.
“Drug?” I asked stupidly.
“Yes, just a little something to loosen up the in-
control wife of my boss to release the big horny girl
in you,” he replied taking firmer control of the breast
he was molesting.
“What do you think you’re doing…?” I asked.
“I think I’m going to fuck my boss’s horny little
wife,” he said, leaning in close to nuzzle my neck.
“No, no!” I tried to protest, but DeWayne just laughed.
“If you’re not horny, Katie, why are your big boobs
getting so hard?” I hadn’t even realized when he put
his hands inside my blouse. “Do you always get turned
on so easily?” he taunted.
“No, it’s just that …” I gasped as he continued his
attack. I wanted to stop him — to scream, and cry out
“No!” — but my arms were lead-heavy, and offered no
resistance. Shocked, inside my own skull, I watched him
reach around to unfasten my D-cup bra, then felt my
breasts fall loose and heavy on my chest. Oh, damn, it
felt good!
“Those are some nice tits,” DeWayne said, cupping them
both in his hands, “made for sucking.” He bent down and
took my breast into his mouth.
“What…? No…!” A thrill shot through me.
“Do you want me to stop?” DeWayne asked, rubbing my
nipples with his thumbs; “If you want me to stop, why
are your nipples so hard?” By then, I was pretty well
creaming my shorts; I was horny as hell, and desperate
to get fucked. //But, no — !// I thought; //not with
HIM…!//
“Why do you keep fighting it, Katie?” DeWayne said.
“You must be really horny to let your husband’s black
employee feel you up like this. It does feel good,
though, doesn’t it, Katie?”
“Oh, yes…!” I gasped, grabbing his arms.
“I thought so. But maybe we should really make sure.”
“Make sure?”
“Yeah, Katie baby! Let’s see how wet you are,” DeWayne
just grinned. Reaching down he grabbed my shorts and
started to slide them slowly off my hips. Despite
myself, I helped him — lifting my butt off the
barstool. But he didn’t stop with my shorts; as those
fell down around my ankles, he slid off my panties as
well, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable before
him.
“Oh, you’re a wet little thing,” DeWayne said, rubbing
my pussy with his coal dark fingers, and then slipping
his middle finger into my hole. “You’re all gooey
inside, like a pussy that needs a prick.”
I gasped with pleasure, looking helplessly into his
eyes.
“Fuckin’ A, girl — you’re leaking like a sieve! I
guess ole Jackie-boy didn’t give you any cock this
morning, did he? This poor pussy must need some help,
eh?”
“Uuu No!” I was trying to fight the feelings, but one
of DeWayne’s large black hands on my nipple and the
other in my pussy was driving me crazy.
“If he knew what a hot little piece of ass you are,
he’d have you knocked up higher than a kite!”
“Please, please stop! Why are you doing this to me?” I
cried.
“Well, it might be that I’m a nice guy who knows you’re
a horny little slut who isn’t getting the hard dirty
sex you need from my nice respectful boss.” His fingers
in my cunt had me on the verge of orgasm. I could
hardly think. “I mean, that’s what you are, right
Katie? A slut? Would a cool career woman and proper
wife be just about to come on a thick black finger in
her hot fuck hole?”
“Noooo!” I moaned, needing him to push me just a little
further.
“Would a nice society girl beg someone besides her
husband ‘ a Black man — to make her come with his
hand?”
“Noooooooo” I moaned longer and louder.
I tried to focus — to think of something that would
scare him off. “Don’t do this, DeWayne,’ I said — even
as he rubbed my creaming pussy, “I could swear out a
complaint against you so fast, it would make your head
spin…”
“Oh, the feisty lawyer!”
“I’m-(unph!) — not kidding! This is battery… Ah!”
His hand hadn’t left my pussy as I spoke
“So you want me to stop?” DeWayne asked, slowing his
caress of my clit. “You don’t want this, don’t need
this?” Suddenly his finger was still. I felt my heart
racing, and blood draining from my face; he had me, and
he knew it.
“Oh…please…!”
“You know you’re a slut, Katie. Beg me for it!”
I was crazy with lust; I would have said anything, just
to keep him going. “Oh God, DeWayne…please, please
…!”
“‘Please’ what, Katie?”
“Please let me come!” I begged. “I didn’t mean it — I
won’t tell anyone…!”
“I know you won’t! Now, show me what a slut you are. Do
it!” he barked. “You see, I’m not a ‘nice guy!’ I am
sick of you looking down your nose at me and my hot
white wife ’cause she is a stay-at-home mommy for our
two and a half bi-racial kids while you think you’re
too good to give my wimpy ass boss even one baby. So,
if you want to come as bad as I think you do, that’s
gonna change.”
Then — to my utter surprise — he scooped me up off
the barstool, and lifted me into his arms. I was
terrified but aroused — he was obviously bent on some
kind of payback — and I was still too high from the
drugged liquor to resist whatever he might have
planned.
Carrying me up to my bed, he settled me on top of the
bedspread, then leaned over me to handcuff my wrists to
the bedposts. When had he set that up? I was quaking.
DeWayne left me for a moment to strip off his clothes
revealing his chiseled black torso. Triumphantly,
DeWayne returned to the bed, hovering over my naked
body. “Before I finish, you little slut,” he said,
“you’re going to beg me to make a black baby in you.
I’m going to make a tape of this afternoon, and an
edited version will make sure you keep as many black
babies as I put in your belly.”
Incomprehension must have passed over my face.
“Yes, ‘as many;'” he grinned. “What I put in your drink
was a fertility drug. Getting cool little lawyers hot
is just a pleasant side effect.”
Finishing removing my blouse he said, “Let’s see those
tits you always are hiding from Jack.”
“No…!” I cried, twisting against my restraint. My
brain, meanwhile, was only just grasping the magnitude
of his plan. //My God,// I thought, //he’s going to
knock me up, then blackmail me into keeping his baby!//
“Oh God, DeWayne, ” I screamed, “please don’t make me
do this! I’ll suck you off — I’ll make it good — I’ll
make you come!”
“Indeed you will, Katie, in due time. Now just shut
up,” DeWayne said, pushing my knees apart. Practically
feeling the bulls-eye on my womb, I watched him bend
over me again, then start to kiss my tits and belly. I
went wild, well aware that my cunt was drooling with
hunger. He rubbed my pussy again, then lowered his head
between my legs, his thick dark lips sucking and
lapping at my juice-slathered hole.
I’d never allowed Jack to eat me, rightly fearing the
loss of control, but now, against my will, I found out
just how nice it is. “Ah, fuck!” I cried, helplessly
feeling his tongue take me over the edge to a climax.
Like a raging fire, pleasure swept through my pelvis
and abdomen, and I tried to thrust my hips against his
face, even as he ate me to orgasm after orgasm. Finally
— thankfully — he let me rest.
With his black face wet with my cum, he looked up at me
triumphantly. “Wound up enough, little girl?” he
taunted. “I think I can lose the handcuffs … you’re
not going anywhere.” A moment later, he unfastened the
cuffs, then returned to my pussy. I was startled — I
didn’t think he’d go at it again. Involuntarily I
wrapped my legs around his head, clawing at his hair
with my fingers.
“Oh, fuck! Oh fuck!” I screamed; “Make me come…!” My
climax was all the harder imagining if someone could
see us — see a young lawyer reduced to a woman in rut,
getting just what she had denied so long she needed. I
wailed as his pink tongue stabbed into my overheated
pussy, and nearly passed out from one long continuous
orgasm.
While I was still recovering from my fourth (?) orgasm,
DeWayne slid around so his hips were over my head, and
I soon found his thick black cock in my mouth. It was
nice — a seven-inch baby-maker, bigger than Jack’s,
and oozing pre-cum. I could feel its warmth when I
started to suck it, something I hadn’t done for a man
since Jack and I were dating. Feeling my lips and
tongue on his shaft, DeWayne humped his hips to fuck my
mouth.
I wondered if I could sate him or make him incapable of
knocking me up. I hoped so, and gave him all I had,
bobbing my head up and down beneath his dangling shaft,
and trying to pull all the dangerous sperm from his
heavy-hanging nut-sack. He gave me as good as he got in
the meantime — licking and sucking at my puss — but
soon I could tell he was going to come. “Oh, fuck,” he
said, stiffening; “swallow it, bitch — if you don’t
want Hubby to find out.”
Suddenly, I felt him start to come — squirting across
my tongue — and I winced as I tried to keep sucking
him. I really did feel like a slut now — rivers of
spunk poured into my mouth, creamy-thick and bitter —
and I finally had to take his cock out of my mouth so I
could swallow his load. It felt slimy, sliding down my
throat, but I swallowed every drop, holding his still-
oozing cock off to one side.
“Not bad, for an amateur cocksucker” DeWayne commented
cruelly, looking down at me. “Once we’ve got that
little tummy of yours nice and round, we’ll have to
make this a regular thing.”
Spent — for the moment — he went back to sucking my
pussy. My hopes rose, but his mouth on my sex was so
arousing I hardly realized I, too, was playing with his
black cock, making him hard again.
Yet another orgasm flooded over me and when I opened my
eyes DeWayne had turned around to lie down beside me.
“Like this,” he said and pulled me over on top of him.
“So there’ll be no doubt you wanted me to fuck you and
make you a mommy,” he laughed, helping to lift me up on
my knees.
I was still giddy from the drugged sherry and my
orgasms, but I managed to guide his cock-head into the
mouth of my pussy before I sank down on top of him,
letting the large black shaft sink suddenly deep inside
me. “Oh, you’re so big, so hard!” I whimpered, starting
to hump him.
“And you’re tight,” DeWayne replied; “your white hubby
really don’t fuck you often enough.” I blushed,
embarrassed. My big boobs were bouncing on my chest
now, but I still felt numb and drunkenly stupid — a
poor slut aching for his black cock.
“Ugg!” I gasped, feeling him push in especially deep;
“I felt that!”
“That’s your womb,” DeWayne said, pushing his helmet up
against my cervix, and playing with my clitoris. “It
wants a black baby.” I felt dizzy; I didn’t want a
baby, did I? But I wanted that that cock — it felt
heavenly! I leaned forward slightly, and let him start
to suck on my tits. “And my baby’s gonna love these,
too.”
“Oh, DeWayne, ” I said, grinding my cunt into his
crotch; “you’re making me come…!”
“Yeah, bitch — being a mommy will calm your hot lawyer
ass down. Now beg for it — beg for me to give you a
baby.”
“Oh, God,” I moaned, “DeWayne, Do it, squirt your sperm
in me!”
“I don’t know,” DeWayne said, teasingly slowing his own
thrusting; “Do you really want a big pregnant belly? Do
you want to waddle around with big milky boobs ready
for nursing? Then show me, show me you want to be black
pregnant.”
“Oh, you bastard,” I cried, feeling tears rolling down
my face. “I’ve got to have it! Fuck me! I’m coming…!
Can’t you feel it? Oh, fuck…!!!”
He couldn’t help but feel it; my pussy going into
spasms ‘ my traitorous body clutching and sucking at
his cock for the seed that would make my tummy swell.
Arching my back, I pushed down hard against him,
feeling his thickness pulsing inside me. Afterward, I
still ground my hips against his, but I looked away
shyly. I felt ashamed, having come for him like that.
“Good girl,” he crowed, grabbing my hips; “You came
hard, like a woman ready for a baby, a BLACK baby for
this little white pussy!” He groaned — tensing every
muscle in his body — and suddenly I felt a rush of
wetness between my thighs.
I could feel his penis throbbing inside me, and
suddenly I came again, realizing I was actually letting
him fill me with sperm — pulsing jets of warm, thick,
baby-making seed — directly into my belly. He came
pretty hard himself — I felt the overflow spilling
down my thighs — and I murmured with pleasure, knowing
my fertile womb was soaked with sperm.
Leaning forward, I kissed him. But even as I sat there
impaled on his weapon, I cried, too, knowing of the
terrible thing he had done to me, the terrible,
wonderful thing I had let him do.
It had been good — maybe the best fuck I’d ever had —
but now guilt washed over me as we broke our kiss, and
I lay my head against his chest. //Poor Jack,// I
thought, slipping into unconsciousness, //poor
Jack…!//
When I woke up later, I felt Jack on me, inside me,
pumping me hard and deep. It was wonderful! How could I
have denied this to him — to myself — for so long?
But then — my head began to clear — I realized it
wasn’t Jack in me, but DeWayne, rock-hard and up to his
balls inside me again. Already on the edge of a climax,
I was too far gone to resist him.
I simply looked up — stunned at my own helplessness —
and watched him use me for his grinding, humping
pleasure. His balls were slapping my ass — his
testicles swollen with sperm, eager to soak my womb and
fertilize my eggs — and I came despite myself,
wrapping my legs around his powerful black waist.
He seemed to like that; thrusting especially hard, he
ground his cock into my cunt until his own climax
broke, then pressed in deep to squirt his sperm again
directly into my clutching, wet, unprotected pussy.
‘That should do you!’ he grinned triumphantly.
I must have dozed off again but when I awoke I lay
there lazily in bed with tow loads of DeWayne’s come
oozing out of my pussy as my husband’s employee calmly
got dressed, picked up a satchel to leave. When he bent
down to kiss me goodbye, I accepted it, but I felt
incredible shame, too.
Three weeks later, my period hadn’t come. If I didn’t
panic, it was probably because I knew all along I’d be
pregnant. But as I looked at the EPT, the enormity of
what I had done hit me all over again: I hadn’t just
cheated on my husband, I’d cheated on my husband with a
black man and let him make me pregnant.
Yes, I’d LET him, and nine months from now the whole
world would realize what I’d done! I hid my tears and
my fears behind a smile when I told Jack. He was a
little confused by the calendar manipulation and the
week of feigned enthusiastic sex I used to persuade him
that, “accidentally,” he was going to be a father, but
he was too overjoyed about that to think critically.
Unfortunately, he was only going to be a daddy. I
didn’t have the heart to tell him own employee had bred
me. I could only hope that somehow, between that day
and the day I gave birth, I could summon the courage to
tell him the truth.
I wish I could say that letting DeWayne fuck me was a
one-time thing, but it wasn’t. He had done things to me
no man ever had, so — even as my heart sank with the
horror of what I had done — I was simmering with lust
to have DeWayne inside me again. The day I called
DeWayne to tell him the news, I didn’t need to be high
or drugged to want him again.
As he had said, I couldn’t get enough of that king-
sized cock that had made me pregnant ‘ and he know it.
In the next weeks I found myself going to his house
dressed like a slut to turn him on, strappy sandals, a
short skirt — and no panties.
One time when he saw how hot I was, he just bent me
over the back of his living room couch and slam-fucked
my tight little pussy. I cam all the harder knowing his
pregnant wife was downstairs washing the diapers of his
other babies.
DeWayne was not busy during the early part of my
pregnancy, so he had plenty of time to screw me almost
every day, often more than once. At my second
appointment with my gynecologist, I learned I was
carrying twins. DeWayne was overjoyed the fertility
drug had been so effective.
I was stunned but that didn’t keep me from letting him
screw me silly that very day. Usually DeWayne would
come to the house soon after Jack left early for work,
and he’d send me off to my law office with a pussy full
of spunk, even when I started wearing the mini
maternity dresses that DeWayne liked and that made the
other women in my office so jealous.
Once I let him fuck me in the courthouse, during a
recess in a libel trial. For a pregnant defense
attorney (four months along, I looked more like six
months), I dressed pretty raunchy — with a short
dress, high-heeled sandals and white stockings. But it
was actually a pretty good choice; the male jurors
couldn’t help but stare at my legs during the
prosecutor’s summation. DeWayne, watching from the back
of the courtroom, made hand signals.
I almost couldn’t wait for the judge to bang a recess
so I could slip into an unused office and let DeWayne
bang my tight, pregnant pussy. It was certainly
exciting to feel his wetness trickle out of my pussy
and down my leg as I made the closing argument. I
wonder if the jury noticed?
The prospect of DeWayne’s cock inside me made me do
things for him I’d never do for Jack. He showed me a
dozen positions I’d never imagined, and I giggled as he
got me out of all those sexy things I’d never wore for
Jack. I came to love swallowing his come, and I let him
eat me for hours on end.
With Jack, on the other hand, I felt no desire; maybe
it was guilt, or maybe DeWayne was just fulfilling all
my sexual needs. Fortunately, after a few frustrated
weeks Jack became very understanding of his pregnant
wife’s quirks, and soon stopped pestering me for sex.
Almost 9 months later — with my belly swollen huge and
round with the twins — I my world had come upright. My
dangerous, embarrassing affair with DeWayne had ended
when the company sent him on temporary assignment out
of town. First in desperation — then with real feeling
— I’d started letting, then demanding, that Jack fuck
me two or three times daily.
He was surprised, but thrilled to have the horny wife
he’d always wanted. I was enjoying sex with Jack as
never before, practicing with him all the things I’d
learned with DeWayne. With practice, Jack was getting
as good with his tongue and DeWayne.
With my babies due in a few weeks, and a junior
partnership waiting for me once I went back to work, I
would have the best of both worlds — motherhood and a
career.
Some of my friends from work (plus Jack, DeWayne and
Suzie) gave me a baby shower at our home. DeWayne and
Suzie stayed behind after the other guests left, and
DeWayne was clearly pleased with both of us sporting
big bellies that he was responsible for. Although Suzie
was now pregnant with number four, I was amazed myself
at how much bigger I looked than she.
Even seven months along, she was almost trim beside my
ponderous bulk. “Looks like you two have a lot in
common,” DeWayne said, playfully rubbing my belly. The
babies reacted by kicking — perhaps sensing their
father’s presence.
“So,” DeWayne said to Jack, “You must be happy with
Katie going to be a mommy of twins. That going to keep
her at home long enough for you to start her on the
next one?”
Jack sighed. “I tried to talk her into it; the way my
business is going, she doesn’t have to work. But …
looks like we’re out of the baby business for a while,
she’s hiring a nanny, and plans to stay with the law
firm.”
“Well,” DeWayne said, “Maybe she’ll still change her
mind. Motherhood does things to women,” he added,
ominously.
At that point Suzie asked Jack something and they
wandered away. When he saw we were alone, DeWayne
turned on me. ‘What’s this shit about going back to
work and feeding the babies formula? These are MY
babies,’ he said, placing his large black hand on my
protruding belly, ‘and they deserve real tittie milk!
‘I’ve had enough of this ‘career-woman’ nonsense from
you, Katie. If you don’t want Jack to find out what an
adulterous slut you are, you’re going to leave your job
and be a stay-at-home mommy! And I don’t want to hear
you’re refusing to give him all the hot dirty sex a man
needs, either.”
Suddenly, I was trembling with fear — especially
considering how intimate we’d been. Hadn’t he done
enough to me? “No, DeWayne,” I said, summoning my
courage; “Your dirty game is over. You won’t have to
tell Jack; I already plan to. It won’t be easy, but we
love each other and he’ll forgive me. Let my ‘friends,’
family, and co-workers think what they will. I have to
accept that anyway. And while we’re being so honest…
maybe it wouldn’t hurt to tell Suzie, too.”
Suddenly, I heard a laugh in the hallway. “I know all
about you, stuck-up bitch!” Suzie said, coming into
view; “Whose idea do you think it was to get you
knocked you up with DeWayne’s black babies, anyway?”
‘Yeah, but it was my idea to tape all your afternoons
of ‘fun,’ DeWayne grinned. ‘I even have the very first
time at your house when you were riding me, begging me
to make you pregnant with my babies, the babies you’re
going to nurse ’til the next ones come along!’ DeWayne
started unbuttoning my blouse and whispered in my ear.
“Come on, Mommy. Let’s see those baby feeders.”
“Yeah,” said Suzie, “get some practice. I’m busy with
three already, so you can help me out with this one.”
She smiled as she rubbed her seven-months-pregnant
belly. “It’s only fair.”
“Fair?” I asked, shaking my head with confusion.
“Sweetheart,” Suzie said with a cold smile, “maybe you
were too busy letting my husband fuck your little white
brains out to remember, but right after DeWayne got you
black pregnant you weren’t taking very good care of
your poor husband. Seeing that cute little bulge every
day, Jack was even hornier than you usually left him!
Well, one day I let him ‘accidentally’ see me with my
blouse open breastfeeding little Jennifer. Of course I
had ‘forgotten’ to wear panties that day and only had
on a little smock, so he might have seen some hot wet
mommy pussy, too,” she smirked. “Before he knew it, I
had him nursing from my other tit. From there it was
easy to get him to suck my pussy — the way you never
let him — until he was drunk on girl cum. Then I put
his neglected prick in my well-used cunt, and fucked
him like you hadn’t fucked him in years!”
I was stunned — which Suzie seemed to enjoy. “See, I
don’t think it’s right for even a white husband to go
without sex when there’s a fine piece of tail right
there in front of him. I gave Jack what he needed, let
him empty his balls in me every morning, while DeWayne
was over at your place, fucking his little mommy-slut
silly!” She paused to look lovingly at her swollen
belly. “Of course I like it bareback, so this one is
probably Jack’s.”
“You … bitch!” I spat.
“No, darling, I’m not a bitch. I’m just a normal, sexy
young mommy — like you’re going to be from now on.”
“The hell I will!”
“Suzie’s right,” Jack said, suddenly walking into the
room. “Things have changed and it time you started
getting ready to be a proper mommy.”
“Jack…? What the hell…?”
Jack looked smug — an odd look for him. But it was
DeWayne who explained the situation.
“You can’t really blame Jack,” he said. “After Suzie
seduced him, we arranged it so I would ‘catch’ him
fucking her. That was our opening for showing him the
tapes. Honestly, he couldn’t believe his luck when he
saw what a slut you could be.” I blushed red with
embarrassment. “But I told him to play it cool, and he
could have a horny little stay-at-home mommy wife, just
like I do.”
“This is ridiculous,” I said, looking at the trio in
disbelief; “Do you have any idea how many laws you
people have broken, DeWayne?”
“I don’t care, Miss EX lawyer,” Jack leered. “You may
think they’re enlightened, but I’ll bet you don’t want
your old friends, your boss, and your family seeing
DeWayne’s tapes. Believe me, honey, there are scores of
better-than-porn scenes of you in bed with an
unidentifiable black man and not one of them looks like
rape!”
I looked from one to the other of their faces, seeking
escape, but there was none. My career-girl world was
collapsing. Reeling, I dropped into the nearest chair
in resignation, my milk-swollen breasts seeming even
heavier with the weight of my surrender. Ever-
determined, DeWayne stayed close to me to lift my top,
and lowered his lips to my left tit. I felt milk begin
to flow. Suzie and Jack grinned as they saw the shock
of unwanted pleasure cross my face. DeWayne’s hand
slipped between my legs.
I wanted to feel mad — to lash out for what they had
done to me — but somehow, the sensations of my
erstwhile lover drinking happily from my breast, his
hand in my moist pussy starting me on that familiar
rollercoaster toward ecstasy, I felt my anger dissolve.
THEY had conspired, but it was Mother Nature ‘my
uncontrollable need for sex, my deep urge to make
babies — that had defeated me. Nursing the man, I
started rocking his head like an infant and cooing with
pleasure as abundant, fat-rich milk squirted from my
boobs and his black lips drank it down hungrily.
“It looks like it’s working!’ Jack exclaimed, looking
at DeWayne in admiration.
“Didn’t I tell you?” Suzie giggled. “You can count on
my man! Now come here, lover! I need a good fuck,’ she
growled.
It’s been a few months now, and Suzie and I are nursing
three newborns; she had a hungry boy. The constant
stimulation of three tiny sucking mouths on our breasts
keeps us quite horny and makes us eager for DeWayne and
Jack to fuck us all the time. Since two guys can only
do so much (and they do have to work, sometimes
Suzie and I also get together for girl/girl fun almost
daily.
Sometimes we have foursomes with our men — when
Suzie’s older kids are asleep. (We keep the babies
around for inspiration.) I love seeing my husband drive
that fuck-happy little blonde crazy with his cock —
when her husband isn’t doing the same to me! Of course
our horny husbands never use condoms, so with all the
sperm they’re pumping into our tummies; we’ll probably
BOTH have twins next time ‘ Lord know what color!
Sometimes I still think about my old life and plans,
but I know those times are gone forever. Some of my
girlfriends were shocked when they saw the rich caf’ au
lait skin of my daughters but they were curious when I
hinted how I’d been turned on to black meat.
Thanks to DeWayne and his little brother, LeRoy,
several of them are now happily expecting little brown
babies of their own. For me, I love playing with and
nursing my beautiful little girls and could never give
up the hard, frequent sex from two men I’m getting now.
The other day, Jack told us he and DeWayne intend to
keep Suzie and me pregnant, horny mommies for years to
come.
We just patted our little bulges, kissed each other,
and giggled.