pregnant

Introduction from the author



This is the fourth chapter of a longer story titled The Lingerie Incident. I greatly appreciate any and all who read the previous installments and left comments or voted. Special thanks to blackstallion21 for taking the time to edit this for me.



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The weeks that followed were a blur of activity for all of them — both in and out of the bedroom. Misty and Kevin were both very busy with work, often leading each of them to late nights at the office trying to get caught up. On top of that, a strange mood had come Misty since her sister moved in and her libido was in overdrive.



Kristen was progressing steadily with her pregnancy and looking sexier and sexier each day as her body changed. To top it off she was just as horny, if not more, than she was before. Several late nights were spent in Kevin’s office with her sprawled out on his desk, moaning and writhing as he shot his seed inside her.



One Thursday afternoon, about four months after she moved in with her sister and brother-in-law, Kristen called Kevin at work.



“Hey Kris,” he said, answering his cell phone.



“Hey. I just got back from my checkup.”



“How’d it go?”



“Pretty good, they said the baby is growing fine. They were worried about my blood pressure being high though.”



“Is that bad?”



“It can be. They want to keep an eye on it. I also talked to the doc about that test he told us about, remember? The Chorionic Villus Sampling?”



“Sure I remember. He said they could see if I was the father with that test.”



“Right, well I asked about it, and he said that because of the blood pressure he thinks we should hold off just too be safe.”



“Oh ok. Yeah if he thinks it’s best to wait, we should wait then.” Kevin agreed. He was more than a little disappointed though. He needed to know if that was his kid or not.



“So…” she asked quickly changing the subject. “What time are you coming home? Want me to meet you at the office?”



“Nah, I’ll be leaving on time today I think,” he told her, “Misty won’t be home until late though. She has some presentation to finish up.”



“Ooh, so we’ll have the house to our selves then?” The suggestiveness in her voice was impossible to miss.



“Yeah- hang on a sec, Misty’s calling in.” he clicked over to the incoming call without waiting for her to answer.



“Hey babe, what’s up?”



“When you get off, can you come by my office for a while? I need your help with some stuff.”



He cursed under his breath.



“What? I didn’t get that.”



“I said ‘sure honey, no problem’.” He assured her he would be by as soon as he left his office and quickly clicked back over to her sister.



“Hey sexy.”



“Hey handsome, I’ve been laying here on your bed thinking about what we’re going to do tonight.”



“Yeah, um about that. Misty needs me to come by her office to help her with something. I’m sorry baby.”



“Dammit!” Kristen whimpered on the other end, clearly upset. “What am I supposed to do with this freshly shaven, dripping wet pussy?”



Images of her beautifully plump pussy filled his mind. “You’ll just have to keep it wet until I can give it proper attention.”



“Mmmm..I think I can do that. But you have to try to hurry, I need you bad! ” Her voice wavered as she hung up and he closed his eyes, his vivid imagination painting an erotic scene in his mind: Kristen sprawled naked on the bed he shared with her sister, teasing her throbbing clit with Misty’s vibrator. He shook his head to clear the distracting thoughts and tried to focus on his workload. It was going to be a long day.



***



When he got to Misty’s office later that evening he found her in the large conference room, surrounded by books, reports and little paper boxes of Chinese food. The office was silent and deserted save for the two of them.



“Hey baby,” she said, looking up from a two-inch thick bound spreadsheet. “Thanks for coming by.”



“No problem.” He kissed the top of her head as he took a seat beside her. “It looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you. What’s going on?” He motioned to the stacks of books and paperwork spread out on the table.



“You can say that again. We’re finally going to trial on that hi-rise collapse from last year. You remember?”



“Remember? How could I forget?” Kevin’s firm was originally contracted to be the lead designer for the project, but the developer changed directions at the last minute. From what he had heard the developer was cutting corners and using substandard materials to save costs.



“I’m just glad you weren’t a part of that fiasco.”



“Yeah me too, so what did you need help with?”



“See that stack of reports?” She pointed to a foot-tall tower of paper at the other end of the long table, “Those are the structural specs and test reports. Can you look over them for me?”



“Sure.” Eyeing the massive pile he made his way to the other end of the table and sat down. He quickly sent Kristen a text message:



Hey sexy…looks like we’re going 2 b a while. Sry :(



A moment later his phone vibrated against his leg. Misty was engrossed in her work and not paying a bit of attention to him at the moment. He pulled out the phone and checked the message on the screen.



:( No!! I need u so bad! What am I supposed to do with this?!!



Attached was a close up picture of her very wet, very pink pussy spread open and waiting.



God ur killing me! I’ll try to hurry. He shot back.He turned his attention to the massive report, determined to get through it as quickly as possible.



As it turned out, hurry was not going to be in his vocabulary. They spent the next few hours going over their respective reports and idly chatting about their workdays. Sometime around seven-thirty Kevin looked up from the last page of his report and noticed that Misty was no longer in the conference room. He hadn’t seen her leave, but then again he had also been preoccupied with the monotonous reading and the hard-on he was sporting from the progressively sexier and dirtier pictures her sister was sending to his phone. He finished the last page of the report he was reading and stood, stretched and adjusted the bulge in his pants to what he hoped was a less noticeable position then went to look for his wife.



The main office was dark, the only light coming from the exit signs and the island of light spilling out of the conference room door. At the far end of the hall was another island of light and he made that his destination. Misty was in her office searching her bookcase for something. Her back was to the door, and she was bent at the waist, giving him a very nice view of her pin striped slacks cupping the curves of her ass. He snuck up behind her and grabbed a double handful of the luscious rear making her jump and squeal.



“You scared the shit out of me!” Misty quickly spun around to face her husband.



He gave her his best evil grin, “I just couldn’t resist. You had your ass stuck out and it looked so inviting.”



“Oh yeah, and just what did you intend to do with it?” She sat on the edge of the large cherry desk, leaning back slightly with a playful smirk on her face. Her blouse was pulled tight against the perky lumps of her tits teasingly. He stepped forward and she wrapped her legs around his waist.



“Well,” he said as he pressed his bulge into her crotch. “I thought I’d start with this.” She looked down and then back up to him, her grey-green eyes sparkling, daring him to do something. Their mouths pressed together tightly, tongues searching and finding their counterparts easily while his hands fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. He kissed his way down her neck as he stripped it and the black lace bra it concealed off of her. Misty thrust her chest out, presenting the soft orbs of her breasts for his attention. He took each nipple into his mouth in turn, softly biting and suckling the hard little nubs and causing her to moan and giggle.



“Ahhhh.” she breathed in an uncharacteristically husky voice, “you want to fuck me on this desk stud? I can see that you do. You want to bury this throbbing piece of meat inside of me don’t you?” She accentuated each word with a thrust of her crotch against his own.



“God, do I ever.” he hissed back at her.



“I sure hope the boss doesn’t catch us,” she winked, “she can be an uptight prude sometimes.”



Now it was her turn to fumble with his buttons as she tugged at his shirt and belt. Soon enough she had him exposed, slowly running her hand over the swollen shaft. Each stroke milked another drop of pre-cum onto her hand. Without a word she slipped to her knees. Her face was warm and smooth against his skin as she rubbed his cock all over it, pausing now and then to kiss or lick a spot. She kissed her way up the ridged underside to the very tip and planted a little kiss. She looked up at him again, smiling with the head of his distended penis resting on her pouty lips. Without taking her eyes off of him they parted and he melted into the wet velvet of her mouth, sliding further and further down until her lips met the smooth skin at the base.



Kevin loosed an inarticulate groan as he felt her throat and tongue working around the new intruder of their domain. Suddenly she pulled back, letting him fall from her mouth and gasping for air. Thick saliva coated her chin, dripping down to her breasts.



“That big dick felt sooo good in my throat.” she purred. “I bet it’s going to feel even better in this tight little pussy.” Her right hand was between her thighs, rubbing her mound through her pants. She stood, stripping the hip hugging slacks that started all of this from her waist while leaving the black lace panties beneath them on, and bent over her desk. She looked back over her shoulder at him, swaying her hips back and forth. He couldn’t help but stare at that beautiful round ass.



“Are you going to fuck your horny wife or not?” she asked playfully after a few seconds, snapping him out of his stupor.



“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before baby!”



With his cock in hand he stepped forward and pulled her wet panties to the side to reveal her glistening slit. He slid the head over her swollen lips, stopping with the tip just inside her folds like a nocked arrow waiting for release. Misty pushed back against him, eagerly urging him to penetrate her. They moaned in unison as her elastic lips stretched around the head of his cock and it sank into her. Her tight walls squeezed it in an iron grip, clenching and releasing around his girth, massaging him, trying to drag him in deeper until he was completely inside of her. He could feel the hard rock of her clit brushing against his balls as she ground herself into him.



“Oh god that feels sooo good.” his wife moaned when he started to rock back and forth in long, slow strokes.



“You like that baby?”



“Yes, I love your big cock Kevin. Fuck me hard. Make me your little slut!”



Her words energized him, and he started to pump his cock into her in earnest; pulling out almost to the tip before slamming the length back into her. With each thrust his pace quickened until his cock was a blur of meat impaling Misty’s taught body. An obscene narrative was pouring from her mouth, invigorating him further.



He paused long enough to grab Misty’s waist and flip her onto her back on the desk before slamming back into her. Their eyes locked, and he saw pure ecstasy staring back at him in hers: she was as close to the edge as he was.



A shudder rocked her body and as if reading his mind she cried out. “Oh fuck Kev! Don’t stop! I’m going to cum!” Quieter, she begged, “I want to feel you come inside of me.”



Kevin looked at her, stunned by her words, his rhythmic thrusting slowing. Images of that first time with Kristen flashed through his mind; she had said that exact phrase that fateful night.



Misty was moaning loudly and shaking in his grasp as her orgasm finally tore though her. “Oh Kevin, fuck me! Fill me up!”



The sight of his wife writhing in pleasure brought him back to the moment, and he renewed his thrusting. A half-dozen more strokes into the molten forge of her pussy and he exploded, pumping her full of his seed.



She cried out in pleasure with every twitch and spurt of his ejaculation. “YES! OH YES!”



Finally it was over and Kevin collapsed into her open arms, resting his head on her heaving chest while his cock wilted inside of her. Above them, unnoticed and inconspicuous, a small black eye and smaller red light looked on in cold electronic observation.



***



Later, driving home behind Misty, Kevin phoned ahead to her sister.



“Hello?” Kristen asked sleepily.



“Hey gorgeous, we’re on our way home.”



“Mmm hey. Sorry, I fell asleep. What happened? You stopped texting me back all of a sudden.”



“Sorry, I was, ah, preoccupied for a while”



“Oh yeah?” she asked sounding more awake. “Did it have something to do with my sister by chance?”



“You could say that.” he offered.



“Well maybe you’ll have to fill me in on all the dirty details.” she said suggestively.



That wasn’t the first time she had inquired about his sex life with Misty. It seemed like she wanted to know every detail so that she could one-up her sister in some way. Not that he was complaining about it or anything.



“I might just do that,” he teased, “if you’re a good girl.”



“Wouldn’t you rather me be a bad girl?”



“Yes” he said smiling to himself, “very bad.”



“Well hopefully I can show you just how bad I can be when you get home.” She purred. He looked down at his watch and winced. It was quarter to eleven already.



“We’ll see. We should be home in about fifteen.”



“K.” she said and hung up.



When they finally arrived home the house was dark and Kristen was nowhere in sight. Misty excused herself to the shower with a quick peck on the lips while Kevin plopped down on the couch to catch the late news, hoping Kris would come down stairs. He must have been more tired than he realized, because one minute he was staring at the talking heads droning on and on about the economy and which Muslim blew up what embassy, and the next he was opening his blurry eyes to an infomercial for a blanket with sleeves. Groggily, he looked down at his watch. To his surprise it was almost two a.m. he clicked off the TV and headed to bed.



As he was passing the kitchen something caught his eye through the French doors leading out to the pool deck. The pool lights were on. He walked over and stuck his head out the door to look around but didn’t see anything, and was just reaching around to switch off the lights when someone cleared their throat. He spun to the left and there was Kristen in the pool, her head just visible over the stone edge.



“I was beginning to think you were going to sleep there all night.” she giggled as he strolled over to her. “Care to join me?”



The night had turned out hot and humid and the blue water looked extremely inviting but he hesitated, shooting a glance up to his bedroom window that overlooked the pool deck. No lights on up there, Misty must have gone to bed without him. When he looked back down Kristen’s bathing suit top was on the deck beside his feet and she was swimming away across the pool in a slow, fluid back stroke that left just the white globes of her breasts and the growing dome of her tummy exposed above the water. The increasing pressure in his pants told him that his mind had been made up. He quickly stripped down and slipped into the tepid water. He wasted no time in following Kristen to the far side of the pool near the shallow end.



As he swam up to her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, pressing her body to his. “I almost gave up on you, you know.”



“I’m very glad you didn’t.” he told her while kissing down her neck to the deep ravine of her cleavage.



“Was it worth it?”



“Was what worth it?” he asked, genuinely confused.



“Making me wait, was it worth it?”



“Oh, uh”



“Did she fuck you good?” she asked pointedly. She let him slip from her embrace and stood in front to him, grasping his semi-erect penis under the water. “Did my sister take good care of my big dick for me?” Kristen was staring at him with a cold look of calculation.



“Yes, she took very good care of it.”



His sister-in-law’s eyes reflected millions of stars overhead as tiny pin pricks of light as she stared at him intently. “Did she suck your cock?” Her hand was sliding gently along the lengthening shaft as she interrogated him.



“Yes.”



“Did she let you cum in her mouth?” Her grip was tight around his now fully erect penis.



“No, I uh, didn’t cum in her mouth.” he told her.



“Tsk tsk, naughty girl. I’ll have to have a talk with her.”



“Excuse me?”



“I’ve been giving your wife some ‘sex education’. You know, since I’m the whorish one and all.” she said with a wink.



“Yeah she mentioned that a while back. I guess she’s been listening. Tonight she…” Her finger across his lips stopped him in mid-sentence.



“Not now. You can tell me all the dirty details another time. Right now I want you to eat my pussy,” she instructed.



Kevin gladly obliged, lifting her up and setting her on the edge of the pool deck. The soft moon light glistened on the wet folds of her pussy as she lay back on the deck and spread her legs. The skin was smooth, without the slightest trace of hair, and he noticed that her lips were fuller and darker; protruding further from the cleft of her vagina than they had the first time he had the pleasure of seeing them. It was another of the physical effects brought on by her pregnant state that he immediately fell in love with. He dove in with gusto, sliding his tongue up and down her lips to taste the sweetness of her. Her body responded, opening up like a rose to reveal the soft pink petals of her vagina.



“Mmm that’s nice.”



His tongue dipped further, pushing into the warmth of her canal, while his hands roamed over her body. The wetness of her flooded over his searching tongue and he slurped it down greedily. His mouth found the protruding bud of her clit and clamped down tightly.



“Ahhhh.” Kristen shivered in his grasp. “Yes!”



He sucked hard on the little nub, making her squeal and squirm with pleasure. He felt her fingers slip through his hair and twist themselves into it andshe thrust her hips against his advancing tongue, trying to fuck his face.



“Eat that pussy baby! Oh don’t stop! I’ve been playing with it all night, thinking about you. When you -OH YES! When you stopped texting me I knew you were going to fuck her. I played with my pussy while I pictured your fat cock sliding into her pussy, but I wouldn’t let myself cum.



“I wanted to save it all for you. Oh god, I’m going to cum for you!” she called through clenched teeth. Seconds later her thighs clamped around his head, her back arched off of the cool pavers of the pool deck and his mouth was inundated with her milky wetness. He slurped up the sticky flood while she writhed about with one hand pressed to her mouth to stifle her moans and the other still gripping his hair tightly. When he finally pulled his head from between her thighs Kristen sat up slowly, breathing heavily and wiped a stream of her juice from the corner of his mouth.



“You love the taste of my pussy don’t you, you dirty boy?” she teased, licking her finger slowly.



“You know I do.”



“Good. Don’t wash your face tonight. I want to still smell my pussy on it when you wake up in the morning.” She quickly stood and strutted back to the house without another word. All he could do was stare at those beautiful hips swaying back and forth. When she was gone he looked down to his throbbing penis jutting into the pool water and sighed.



***



Kevin awoke Friday morning to the blaring of his alarm clock bright and early at seven thirty. The bed beside him was empty, and not recently judging by the coolness of the sheets. He checked his calendar on his phone and saw that his day was mostly clear, so he shot off a quick email to his assistant letting her know he wouldn’t be in and collapsed back into oblivion.

I was six months pregnant now and everything was better than it could have been. My father and I were having sex almost every day which just turned my mother on. She would watch and as soon as he finished with me I would watch them. At this point in my life I couldn’t think of anything better.



My sister, however, was always there in the back of my mind. She is twenty; just two years older than me. Her breasts are just slightly larger, but her pussy is just as sweet. When our parents weren’t around we spent quite a bit of time together ourselves. Yet, she had no idea what our father and I have been doing this whole time.



About three months ago I told both my parents about Katie and myself. Neither of them was angry, in fact they embraced it. What was even crazier is my mother suggested my father get Katie pregnant as well. I know my parents always wanted a big family and why not use their daughters to help fulfill that? I was all for it and my father and I came up with a plan…



Saturday came fast and I convinced Katie to go with me to Mr. Brown’s Orchard. I told her I wanted to make our next time special and a little of the exciting side. She had no objections and we quickly got a blanket and basket and headed out the door.



The walk down to the orchard is exciting for me. My pussy wouldn’t stop dripping with my juices. Not only was I going to fuck my sister again, but she was going to be in for a surprise. I couldn’t wait for either and I especially couldn’t wait to have her pussy in my mouth again. I just loved the taste of her.



We round the last corner and go through the gate. Immediately I see Mr. Brown and I grab Katie’s hand and guide her over to him.



“Oh, Selene,” he says. “Have you come for some more apples?” I nod with a smile. Mr. Brown looks over my body as he always does and then turns his attention to my younger sister. “And who is this?” he asks.



I smiled and say, “This is my sister Katie.”



His smile widens. “My, it’s nice to meet you young miss.”



Katie just smiles and I say, “Would you mind if I got a few extra this time?”



Mr. Brown continues to smile and says, “Take all you need.”



I return the smile and grab Katie’s arm, pulling her toward the trees.



“He is kind of creepy,” she says once we are into the trees.



I smile at her. “He’s harmless, but he does like to look.”



It seems to put her at ease and after a few minutes of walking past apple filled tress she asks, “Where are you taking me?”



“There is a stream down this way with a nice opening. No one ever goes that far out so we will have plenty of privacy,” I answer her.



Eventually we make it down to the spot next to the stream. I throw out the blanket and sit down. Katie drops the basket and sits down beside me. She places her hand over my enlarged stomach and starts rubbing it. “I wish I could have a baby like you,” she says. “You’ve never told me who the father is.”



She looks almost sad and I’m sure if it is because I am pregnant or that I have held the truth from her. We have always been close and became even closer since we started having sex with each other. I want to blurt it all out to her right there but instead I say, “That is part of your surprise, but for now…”



I lean in and kiss her full on her lips. Katie returns the kiss and makes full use of her tongue as well. We strip each other’s clothes off while we kiss passionately. This process has become almost a ritual and easy at the same time. Katie spreads her legs wide as I reach out to touch her voluptuous breasts. I start squeezing them and she throws her head back and moans loudly. With my other hand I slip two fingers into her velvety pussy and start pumping them in and out. And in no time she begins squirming in excitement.



After a minute I slip down between my sister’s legs, pushing her knees apart further and bury my head between them and begin sucking at her sweet pussy. Katie groans with an animal lust. Soon her whole body goes into convulsions and she thrashes around under my mouth. Katie grabs and paws at her own engorged nipples and I continue to suck and lick at her hairless pussy. Then I feel her hand grab handfuls of my hair and she is begging for me to stop.



I do and then I back away toward the basket. I reach in and pull out a good sized blue dildo. I show it to Katie then push it into her mouth. Katie has a shocked look in her eyes, but she complies nonetheless. After Katie get the rubber toy wet with her saliva, I waste no time inserting it into her waiting pussy. I quickly begin thrusting it in and out hard and fast. Katie nearly screams and bites her bottom lip to prevent the scream. It comes out muffled and she resumes playing with her large breasts as she lies back, enjoying the ride.



I fuck her for several minute without letting up. Soon, Katie is jerking and lurching wildly again enjoying another intense orgasm. After her gyrations subside, I pull the dildo out and immediately cover her freshly fucked pussy with my mouth. I suck Katie’s cum juice out, licking and swallowing the sweet nectar that I love so much.



Ravaged, but satisfied, Katie lies motionless. I move up her body and lean in and kiss her lips long and tenderly. I reach in and tweak her nipples, then gently twist each one between my fingers and thumbs. Katie squirms around a little and I begin to fondle her ample breasts more vigorously. I then squeeze them gently, kiss and lick them lovingly.



I stop what I am doing abruptly and I move up toward her head, positioning myself over her face. I squat down setting my wet, pregnant pussy over her mouth. I grab her blonde hair and start riding her mouth. I mouth fuck her for minutes until I begin writhing uncontrollably and drench Katie’s face with my cum.



After I regain control of my heaving body, I get off and turn around and slowly crouch down until my ass is lined up with her mouth. Katie doesn’t hesitate to stick her tongue into my asshole. My hip gyrate over her tongue and I fondle my own breasts as I enjoy this wonderful anal tongue lashing. Soon, I am sliding back and forth on Katie’s mouth, forcing her to alternatively tongue my pussy and ass, until my body shudders once again and I squirt another load of my juices into her mouth.



I slide back down next to her and we embrace each other as we kiss. After a few moments I break the kiss and direct her to kneel on her hands and knees. I massage her ass, spreading her cheeks wider and wider with each pass of my hands. Then I spread her ass wide open and cover her asshole entirely with my mouth. I suck and tongue her ass with enthusiasm, causing Katie to wiggle and squirm uncontrollably. After I had her nice and slippery with my saliva I pull away and say, “Daddy is the one that got me pregnant.”



“What?” Katie almost yells. She starts to move to roll over, but I stop her.



“How would you like Daddy to get you pregnant too?” I ask.



“I—” she starts say when my father slips his big cock into her tight ass. “Ahhh!”



I could see Katie clench from the sudden intrusion. So I say, “Just relax and it will start to feel good.”



After a moment she relaxes and starts to enjoy my father’s cock sliding in and out of her tight little ass. Slowly he starts picking up speed, driving his cock harder and faster in and out of her.



“Oh Daddy!” she shouts.



He cums hard in her and when he pulls out a trail of his cum seeps out of her asshole. I lick my lips and slide in behind her sticking my tongue out to lap up every bit of it. When I am finished I grab my father’s cock and I start to stroke it up and down. Then I take the head of his cock into my mouth and get a groan from him. Katie gets on her knees and moves up alongside me. I slowly start to move my head down his shaft before pulling back.



“Can I?” Katie asks.



I take my mouth off his cock and Katie slowly takes the head into her mouth and moves down his shaft, taking almost all of it down her throat. I watch in amazement as she slowly fondles his balls in her hand.



I lean in and start licking his balls as Katie moves up and down on his shaft, gagging each time she tries to go down further on his cock. Her saliva is running down his shaft and onto his balls as I take turns on his balls, sucking one into my mouth, then moving to the other one.



I stop when I feel his balls tighten. My sister wanted to get pregnant and I knew we needed to save some of my father’s cum for her tight little pussy. Katie stops when she notices I have and pulls her mouth free from his cock.



“Okay Daddy,” I say. “Lay down for us.”



He lies back onto the blanket. His cock is pointing straight up toward his stomach, still dripping with Katie’s saliva. I guide my sister to move over his chest and straddle him. Katie brings her pussy over his face. Her pussy lips are tight together, but I could also see glistening coming from them and I knew she was more than a little excited. Our father slowly sticks out his tongue to split Katie’s pussy lips open and taste her sweet nectar. I hear him moan as he tastes her juices and as he pushes his tongue further into her pussy Katie exclaims, “Oh my fucking god, Daddy!”



I laugh a little and ask, “You like that sis?”



Katie begins moving her hips against his mouth as his tongue goes further into her tight pussy. “Holy hell, this feels so fucking good Selene,” she groans.



Her legs start to tremble and she moves faster against his face as he moves his tongue in and out of her pussy. Katie’s moans get louder and louder just as her body suddenly freezes solid. A long moan escapes her lips and her whole body begins to shake. “Oh fucking yes!” she screams out as her orgasm begins. Pussy juice shoots out, directly into his mouth. Her body shakes violently as more pussy juice squirts out and into his mouth, overfilling it. It flows out the side and down his throat to his chest. Finally Katie’s body begins to slowly relax as she collapses, breathing heavily.



They both look at me when I start to moan. I am quickly rubbing my exposed pregnant pussy. I focus on my clit as I rub faster and my moans get louder. My ass suddenly lifts off the ground and I hold my hand in place on my clit and begin to squirt out my own juices. My juices fly out and onto the blanket as I cum.



As my orgasm subsides and I collapse, Katie takes our father’s large cock and slowly starts to stroke it up and down. “I sure hope this big thing fits inside of me,” she groans.



“It fit perfectly in your sister,” he replies smiling at her.



Katie moves down to straddle his hips, her pussy hovering just above his throbbing cock. I move up beside my sister and ask, “Are you ready to take this big cock?”



As long as Daddy fills me with his hot cum,” she says smiling.



“Well then, let me help you with it,” I say. I move behind my sister and kneel between our father’s legs. My hand wraps around his thick cock and Katie begins to lower herself further toward it. As the tip of his cock brushes against her pussy lips, he lets out a deep groan. I rub the head of his cock up and down Katie’s slit, getting it wetter with her pussy juices. “Okay Katie, it’s all ready for you,” I say as hold his cock at the base of her pussy.



Katie nods and bites her lower lip as she wiggles her hips slightly against his cock. She pushes herself a little lower, the tip of his cock slips into the outer edges of her pussy. Slowly his cock sinks deeper into her tight pussy. I move my hand away from his cock and grab on to her hips.



Katie continues to slowly lower herself further on to his cock as I moan behind her. “Yes, take is slow. Let your pussy get used to it. Katie continues to slide down until his cock bottoms out. After a moment she starts to raise her hips back up and then slowly back down. When she hits bottom again, she lets out a long, low moan of pleasure.



“Yes, Katie,” I encourage. “Ride that hard cock. Make yourself cum all over his cock.



Katie starts to build a slow and steady rhythm, moving up slowly until just the tip is in her tight pussy, then slowly sinking back down onto his cock. “My god this feels so good Daddy,” she moans. “I fill so full.”



I move up toward my father and ask, “How does her pussy feel?”



“Damn, she is so tight baby. I don’t know how long I can last in it,” he answers.



I chuckle and say, “Make sure you fill her up like me. Help her give you a baby too.”



I move myself over him, positioning my pussy above his face. “Eat my pregnant pussy Daddy,” I demand as I quickly lower my pussy onto his mouth. My pussy covers his mouth and instantly I feel his tongue push into my hole.



Katie’s moans grow louder and more frequent as she shoves herself completely onto his cock and wiggles her hips around on him. I start moaning in pleasure myself and Katie almost screams as she has another orgasm. “Yes Katie,” I moan as I move my hips even faster against his face. “Cum all over his cock.”



Then suddenly our father groans loudly as he deposits his hot seed deep into Katie’s pussy. I grind my pussy harder into his face until I feel my cum squirting out all over it. When it is finished I get off and look at him. “Now fuck my pregnant ass Daddy, but save your cum for Katie. We want to give you all the babies we can.”

OK this is another one my love stories. I put a lot more sex into this one. There is also a lot of interracial action but it is not the “Suck your shit off my cock you dirty nigger whore” type of action, so if that is what you want, not gonna find it here. Ok, well maybe a little as part of fantasy. It is another love story, as quirky as I always am.







The first e-mail I got simply said “Listen white boy, you are a racist woman hating pig and I will make it my mission in life to own you’re ass!”



Wow that was kind of harsh I thought I will put that with my others. I get a lot of that shit.



A few days later there was another one. “White boy I have been reading your stories and don’t you know any black women who are true and faithful?”



Ok that was not too harsh, but how the hell do I answer a question without a return address? Ok, it is an e-mail but when it comes through “Literotica” there is no return. I publish on a lot of sites and I was not sure where she was seeing them all.



Well here is another, “Are all the black women you know whores? I bet all the women you know are just that, whores. Stupid white boy.”



Another question with no way to reply, this was nuts.



There were more and more then I got a really scary one. The next one really got to me because it was my social security number. No message, just the number.



Then I got one with my address and another with a picture of me at a concert with a date.



By now they were coming from a web site some place in Eastern Europe.



So now I could reply. I gave it considerable thought, I wanted all my education and writing skills to show, I wanted to crush her with words. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” Ok it was the best I could come up with on short notice.



“Well, well, it looks like the white boy has quite a way with words. Why don’t you cut that one out and give it to your mommy and she will tape it to the front door of the refrigerator and everyone can see why she is so proud of her racist woman hating son!” Ok she is doing better than I am.



“Look lady and I will stretch the definition of the word to encompass whatever you are, why give me shit? Yes I use lots of races, and no one seems to bitch when it is a white woman that is the evil person. No one bitches when the title is “White wife fucked by five feet of black cock at one time while white husband loves it” and then you learn that she has a 12 inch black cock up her ass, pussy and down her throat as she jacks off two more 12 inch black cocks; making five feet of cock at one time; or some story equally full of shit. So just give me a break.” Well at least I thought that one out a little.



Well it did not do anything to slow her down. “What is the matter white boy some real man, a black man, take your white woman away from you? Maybe some sister told you she wanted a black man because she needed a real dick instead of a pinky size weenie that you think is a cock.”



Damn this bitch wants to play the dozens, I hope she can cope. For those of you who don’t know, the dozens was a slave game, where children were subjected to insults by other children and parents, to harden them to insults and to not show emotion. It was a way to shield them from punishment when the slave owner insulted them and if they showed emotion, especially anger, they would be punished. The dozens helped them not show emotion.



“Let me guess, old, black, at least 3 kids, and no fucking husband and all you have are saggy tits, stretch marks, fat belly, a big fat ass, and no man but a dildo and a year’s supply of batteries. Why don’t you pretend you are a woman in the local welfare office, or food stamp redemption point, aka, your local fucking crack house? Now leave me the fuck alone.” I hope that would end it. Wrong.



So this is one I got back. “Why are you being so mean to me? My husband is dead and I am all alone. I was just having some fun and you are being really mean. I think you are a very mean white boy.”



Women! Now I am positive it is a woman, and is probably older rather than younger.



Now don’t get the wrong idea, none of this happened quickly, it took a long time and there were hundreds of these flying back and forth. Then things started moving even quicker.



There were still insults but we started talking to each other, rather than at each other. I knew she was married at 15 to a man who was 40. That he died 5 years ago and she had been living with her daughters since then. She was now 40 and he died when he was 60 and she was only 35.



She knew that I wrote trash and that my wife died of cancer after we had been married 20 years and that we had 1 daughter and one son. We had been married since we were both 18 and now I was 40.



She still called me white boy and a racist and I still played the dozens with her, but I seemed to stay away from the more personal insults. Inside of the e-mails were even more personal and mundane things. With all that was going on she told me about her favorite china patterns, cookware, that wonderful bedroom set she would never have living with her daughter. This was really boring shit, but I had nothing else to do at times, so it passed for companionship. I know, I need a fucking life. Favorite songs, dances, all of those things people end up talking about when that is all they have to talk about.



There were a lot more e-mails and they were more banter than racist bluster; but you got the point of what was happening.



But there it was again, more emails and more of that white boy shit.



“What is it with you and this white boy shit? Damn woman, you are a woman aren’t you, give me a fucking break and let’s see if we can get this behind us, or at least on the other side of your big black fat ass.”



Ok I could not just let it go, I had to show I had a set.



“My ass is not fat.” Her next e-mail started. I had to laugh at that one. You tell a woman she is a low class cheating slut, a lying cum drinking fat whore and the first thing she will deny is being fat.



We went on for over a year. Not everything was angry. I told her about my stories all being love stories, even if they were weird. I admitted I was not a good writer, I was barely a writer, but I enjoyed it. Not one of my stories ever left out love. “I kill monsters” was a love story about two people broken by hate after confronting evil, finally finding love with each other but still confronting evil in the world.



“Tell that lie to someone else white boy I don’t need to hear it” she wrote back.



“Well in An Extended Caribbean Vacation the black women are ladies. An older black woman falls in love with a white man but soon learns she is dying of cancer so she devises a way to make him love her younger sister, who has issues and a fear of men. I use the line ‘kiss Karen’ as the vehicle for getting them together. I admit I am not a good writer but it was a love story and the black women are ladies, like you are.”



“So you actually wrote something nice about a black woman but it does not make you anymore understanding than any other white racist. Listen white boy, we have been playing this for one year now, I know everything about you and you don’t know anything. So here is how it is going to go down. I will tell you a place and a time and you will have your lily white boy butt there! No debate, no excuses. I have a lot more information about you than you think.”



“Listen I have never dated a black woman so I don’t think I am up for the rest of this game.” I wrote her back.



“Up for it or not white boy you will be there and you are going to be there on time and if you don’t, well I know a lot more about you than you may want people to know. So it’s the Ruth’s Chris Steak House on Roswell Road Northeast, in Atlanta. Be there at 7:00 pm and dress nice. You are going to be out with a lady not a black tramp or whore so dress appropriately.”



“Now tell me again why you want to date me. I am a little confused about this. You call me boy, you have spent the last year playing the dozens with me and now you want a date. So what the hell is going on?”



“The answer is simple white boy, because I can.” The only thing she agreed to was our date being on a Wednesday night.



Even though I had seen pictures of him and knew what he looked like, and I had read his stories and understood his mind, I was not prepared for him. He was not very tall, maybe five foot nine or ten, but he was slender, probably from all that running and he had nice shoulders. He was wearing a midnight blue suit, a color that looks black in the night rather than dirty grey like a black suit looks at night. He was wearing a light grey shirt with a hand painted red silk tie, nothing ostentatious, but quality. He was also wearing black cowboy boots.



He looked right at me and walked over, something was in his hand but I could not make it out at first. He had an air about him that made my eyes follow him. He walked to me and set what he had on the table. It was a silver flower vase, with entwined vines, and a small side pocket. The main part of the vase had one white, pink, red, and Black rose. The black rose was in the center and slightly higher than the rest.



But the pocket was most intriguing. It had the same mix of miniature baby roses, almost the size of baby’s breath, but it had three instead one black baby rose and three white ones too.



As I was looking at the vase on the table I felt his finger on my jaw, he raised my face by slight pressure on my jaw, and as I raised my eyes to his I first saw and then felt his lips meet mine. It was soft and moist and his lips were slightly parted. Mine parted in response and then I felt his tongue lightly touch my parted lips.



It was not an electric shock but it was an emotional one. I wanted him. I flushed, and yes even a black woman can flush with emotion.



I saw her immediately when I walked in. I was nervous, would this night go as well as I had planned? I had played the scenario over and over, but still I was nervous. I had a new suit, new everything. I had picked up the vase after months of looking; I knew this day would happen and had long determined how it would go.



She was sitting in a rear booth all by herself. She did not rise to meet me but had a smirk on her face. Susan that is what she told me her name was. She was busty as hell, but the sisters probably had to be held up with a 5 clip industrial strength strapless purple or black bra. She was five toot four, about 140 pounds, a little on the heavy side, but certainly not fat. She was wearing an off shoulder purple dress, and her skin was beautiful, not a blemish. Her face was beautiful. Slightly oval but with large full lips that women pay thousands to fake, her eyes were black and deep and were slightly almond shaped. She had that east African nose that was not as flat or wide as those from the central areas. Her hair fell in natural rings around her face. I could see it was soft and I so very much wanted to touch it. She wore a complementing small stylish hat, with a black mesh one quarter veil that just barely covered her forehead.



I tried not to fall over I was so nervous so I had to walk slowly. I reached the table and put the vase on it. I moved her face up from looking at the vase and as I looked into her eyes I kissed her, her lips were moist and hot and parted slightly so I snaked my tongue briefly between her lips and withdrew.



I sat down to her left and she started to say ‘white boy’ and I put two fingers over those wonderful lips and picked up her hand with my other. I shhhed her with my breath and said, as I kissed her hand, ‘no dozens tonight my love; tonight will be different for both of us’ I told her.”



No sooner than I said that two Manhattans, up, appeared on the table. ‘To new discoveries and loves’ I said and she smiled and took a sip. This was my favorite drink and she had already ordered them. The next was Calamari and it was promptly delivered. It too, like the rest of the menu was just brought to the table without ordering.



I took a box out of my pocket and opened it. Inside were two lapel pin flower holders, also silver, matching the design of the larger vase, but less than an inch and a half in height. I took one of the small black and white roses, kissed them, and put them into the lapel vase and put it on Susan. Then I presented her with the other black and white roses, she bent and kissed them, took them from me, and put them into the remaining vase and pined it to my lapel. I bent forward as she did the same, and we kissed again; tenderly but with obvious passion. This was going better than I ever hoped.



Soon an endive salad with hearts of palm arrived at the table, again without ordering. She must have put the order in before I arrived. And it was everything I loved, yes everything. She had been paying attention as we exchanged e-mails.



I could see it in his eyes, his surprise that everything was just being brought to the table. I had been careful, and I had re-read all of our e-mails and found just what I needed. Everything was something he liked. I was taking care of him. The drinks, “Up” as he likes them, not on the rocks. It had to be perfect, I don’t know why it had to be perfect, but it did.



But there was a few problems and they were sitting across the restaurant from me; ladies from my church. What would they say, how would they react, me a widow having dinner with and kissing a white man? What else would they say, would he find out?



Sure enough Janice walked over. “Funny seeing you here like this” she said to me, but looking at Franklin. Before I could answer Franklin stood, he sure was a handsome man.



“My name is Franklin, it is a pleasure to meet a friend of this wonderful woman” he said to her.



She introduced herself as Janice and soon said she had to be leaving and she would see me at Mass on Sunday. Franklin was so sweet and what a gentleman, he never sat down as he spoke with a soft voice with her. He invited her to join us but she said no, of course. I could see her looking at the flowers on the table and the two lapel vases with our two black and white baby roses.



She went back to her table and talked with the others and it did look like a hen party. Then he did it again. He looked at Janice and bending down and lifting my head gently he placed another kiss on my lips.



It was interesting watching her as Janice approached. I could see it in her eyes, would I find out? It was interesting but in the greater scheme of things it was of little or no moment. The kiss was wonderful and I wanted her friends to see me with her, it was an added benefit I did not expect to dinner. Would this make it impossible for her to turn back? I wanted this to be without compulsion.



There would be more to this before the evening was over, but it was a pleasure to be with her. It had started simply as insults but over the year had become more. The insults were still there but the sting was gone from them now. We talked, we really talked, about many things, we had become comfortable with each other in that respect. But I did not feel there would be an end to it tonight. There was a plan and I had it.



Dinner was wonderful and I did not want to leave but I had to, it was part of the plan. I knew I would see Franklin again but this had to end tonight. He asked if I wanted desert and I told him no, the evening was over. All he had to do was pay the bill and I would be gone by then. He would never be able to find me.



As I was walking to the door my cell phone went off. Out of habit I just answered it.



“Ester, you name is not Susan, I have already cancelled your cab, dinner is not over, come back and have desert.” I looked around and Franklin was smiling at me holding his cell phone up. I was busted.



I came back, a little depressed at being caught, and wondering what he would say or do. He stood as I approached and returned me to my seat, holding my hand but this time he moved in to my right. He was very close to me and put his left arm around my shoulder. He was not angry, just amused and I blushed again, feeling the heat overtake my body. He had a smile for me and I had to giggle a little. It was a funny game to him and he made it a funny game for me. I felt very comfortable as with an old friend.



The waiter came over and asked if we would like desert, this time Franklin ordered. “My usual would be white cake with vanilla frosting, but I think I need to make a life change. We will take the Chocolate Sin Cake.” I then looked at him and saw his enjoyment in our being together and the meaning in his order.



Then it was my turn. “He would like a double espresso with a lemon rind twist, no cream or sugar is need” Ester said.



Franklin took his turn and responded by asking if they had Hojicha Tea, which was my favorite. Receiving a no he simply took a small airtight bag out of his pocket, handed it to the waiter and said “here it is, I presume your people know how to brew tea without burning it.” Franklin not only knew my favorite tea, he brought it with him to the restaurant.



Then the Espresso and tea were served along with the Chocolate Sin Cake. The waiter set down two forks but Franklin handed one back, “one is enough” he said to the waiter.



The cake was perfect and I wanted to be able to feed her; it is something very primal as well as sexual. I fed her the first piece and she got a little chocolate on her lip. I leaned over and kissed it away, not forgetting a little tongue lick; and handed her the fork. Janice and her friends were watching us. She did the same with me and the little chocolate she ‘accidently’ hit the top of my lip with was taken care of with the warm feel of her delicious lips on mine and a small but recognizable tongue swipe took care of it. Ester smiled at Janice and the others. I think she enjoyed being naughty. That is how we finished our public desert. Janice and her other friends were still watching. I knew that they thought it was a downright disgusting sexually laced display between a widowed black lady and a similarly widowed white man. Both Ester and I loved it.



We walked out to his car and he repeated my home address as the place he intended to drive me. How the heck did he get that, well he got my real name, so that would be easy. He opened the door of his car, it was a Bentley, I had no idea he had that kind of money, and I got in. He got in on his side and I gave him an alternate address, his! He smiled, leaned over and kissed me passionately.



I had already decided on a third address if she did not want me to take her home; it was part of my surprise, but only part. When we arrived I took her hand and helped her out of the car. It was dark so she did not even notice. I took her in my arms and we kissed again. Inside the front door I had her sit and took off her shoes and put on slippers, they were red velvet with gold dragons and green flowers, they were a perfect fit. I took off my boots and put on a plain pair of black slippers. The light was low and she still would not be able to see much.



Taking her by the hand I led her upstairs to the master bedroom. I immediately started to kiss and undress her. The dress had a rear zipper that made it easy. We kissed, this time deep kisses, and I backed her up to my tall bed. I undid her bra and what had been proud DD’s now sagged slightly, the result of gravity, age, and breast feeding three kids two years apart. Six years of being a milk maid had taken a slight toll. We still kissed and she moved her hands over her breasts. She was embarrassed but I was enthralled, with her breast size, their shape and color. They still had shape and some lift, but now they were a woman’s breasts and not a girl’s. Her nipples were large and rubbery, perfect for the rough play of a man with his woman. She asked if they were as good as the pictures, men always wanted her tits. I asked what pictures and she said the pictures I had of her before the date. I told her I knew many things about her but I never saw a picture; she was a perfectly wonderful surprise for me. She purred for me.

I moved her slightly away from the bed so her dress would fall to her waist. As I kissed her I said ‘clothes’ and she started to pull off my coat and shirt, the tie would wait, making me look like a cartoon character from Animal House. Using her hands removed them from her breasts, giving me free reign to feel and caress and stimulate. Still kissing she undid my pants and they dropped to the floor.



She dropped to her knees and pulled my boxers down, freeing a very hard cock. She looked up and I saw her smile as she first licked the head and then engulfed it. Still looking at me she began to move up and down but I stopped her. “Did I do it wrong” she asked.



“Not at all, but enough of that for now”, I said “you first, then us, then we, then, maybe then, me, but you first.”



I pulled her to her feet and pushed her back onto the bed, pulling off her dress. It, like all my clothes, is now on the floor. I moved over her and began to kiss. Her lips were still warm and her body was pumping out pheromones which were driving my testosterone to new heights. We kissed, we touched, we licked and caressed. Her breasts were deserving of attention and she would get lots of that from me. But for now she was laying with my body on top of hers, her legs open and only a pair of lace French cut panties blocking the entrance to her passion.



“Do you really do all of those things you write about” she asked me. “Do you, well you know, do things down there, with your mouth? No one ever did anything like that with me.”



I had to smile, did I do those things? You would have to beat me with a board to stop me I thought to myself.



I smiled at her, not saying a thing as I moved down her body to her stomach and she moved her hands to block my path. It was the stomach of a mature woman who had given birth the same year she was married, at 15. There would be another at 17 and at 19 without any ability to recover, but it was still a very sexy stomach. I showered it with kisses and nibbles; and I told her it was a perfect stomach for any woman to have and I was honored to be able to share it with her. She moved her hands away as I kissed and loved that part of her body where she allowed the life she created to grow. I told her that I thought it was sexy as hell and she put her hands on my head and stroked my hair, or what little I allowed to grow.



Then I moved lower on her body. The French cut panties came off over the black garter and purple nylons. She was almost panting as I loved my head to her legs, which I had moved apart. She was looking at me with anticipation as I kissed first one inside upper thigh then the other. I ran my hand over her pussy hair, it was dark and curly. I make a joke, “It looks like steel wool, but it feels like lambs wool and smells like ambrosia. We will have to shave it off soon.”



“Why would you want to shave it” she asked.



“Because I intend to spend a lot of time with my face down here and I don’t like hair in my mouth” I responded.



“Well you better get ready to shave yourself, for the same reason” she said as giving me a sexy smile that disappeared the moment my tongue licked from the bottom of her pussy to the top. She just held my head and I started the tongue dance I knew so well.



“No man has ever done that to me” she said as she panted and shuttered with a first mini orgasm. I was opening her up with my tongue when I felt for and found her clit. A few licks there and she had another mini; then I just sucked it in and she bounced on the bed like it was a scene from the Exorcist and then flooded me with pussy cum. By this time I had moved my mouth until it was all over her pussy and clit and just sucked a little more. And no I did not neglect those large breasts of hers. I put my arms under her legs and lifted them to get a better position on that loving chocolate pussy of hers, reached up and over and I had two huge tits in my hands and I made sure to stimulate them as best as any man could.



Say what you want and do what you want, but I love the taste of my woman. I love to eat her before sex, during sex and even after sex. There are only two conditions, she has to kiss me after and do the same with me. Esther would meet those conditions with flying colors.



After I wore her out eating her out I moved up and held her, kissing her and letting her kiss me back as I caressed her body. She was a rag by that time and she needed to be held. I was going to literally fuck her brains out but there was a lot to do first; and number one on the list was to make love to her.



I held her for a long time and finally we kissed. “Is that what I taste like? Do you like that taste and smell? My husband said he would never do that, it was nasty. Will you do it again?” Three questions women always want to know.



“I love your taste and I love your smell. You are my woman and even if you can’t control it, your body makes pheromones designed to excite me. Well here is a news flash for you my love they excite the hell out of me. Your taste and smell make me want to mate you every time I am around you. So the short answer is Hell Yes!”



I slowly moved over onto Ester and she scooted under me as I moved. She wanted this as much as I did. I felt her leg slid under me and now I was on top of her.



Then I got a little playful and I hit the remote and played a song. It was Tom Jones playing at Santa Isabel singing “You Can Leave Your Hat On.” “Suspicious minds are talking, their trying to tear us apart, they don’t believe in this love of ours . . .” and that is when she realized she still had her hat on. It did not break the mood, it caused her to laugh and relax. I made her keep the hat on as I played the rest of the song.



Ester looked up at me with a combination of lust and trepidation. “Please, it has been more than five years, go easy, please, don’t hurt me.”



“What the fuck” I thought. This woman must have had some damn poor sex, better for me. No matter what I do it will be better than what she is used to. That took the pressure off of me and probably let me do better than I would have otherwise been able to do or maybe not.



I continued to touch and excite her. I wanted to smell her excitement, which was a little difficult considering how much of her was already in my mouth. I just let my cock rub up against her pussy and let the excitement flow, but still being careful not to punish her clit. Her body would tell me when and what to do, I just had to make sure to listen.



He was moving over me as I moved under him. This part I remember. When my husband did this I knew he was going to stick it in and give me what he called “a good fucking.” It may have been good for him but a lot of the time it hurt but it would get better the longer he did it. I did not always have an orgasm, rarely have an orgasm was probably more accurate. Franklin gave me more this night than I ever got in 20 years of sex with my husband. My husband was not a bad man, but he was not tender or loving and not a good lover by any standard that I now know about. Maybe if I had been reading more about sex then I could have helped him do better, if he would have listened.



Franklin is talking to me, sweet words to match his tender and loving touch. He tells me I am beautiful, that I am perfection in his eyes, he wants to make love to me. I feel his kisses all over my face and all over my neck and breasts. They are kisses, nibbles and loving licks and sucking. I can feel myself getting wet and I can smell my own passion, not just on his lips but from my own sex.



His body rubs gently against mine and I am responding to his movements with my own. I don’t have to think about them, or consider them, they just happen. I am telling him things, telling him I am ready, telling him I want him in me. I am saying things I have never said to anyone before.



I can feel her moved under me, kissing me, holding me as I caress her body from her thighs to her face. She is caressing my body the same as I am hers. I love the feel or her body and her hands. She is so smooth and soft; and I am almost mad with desire. I want to fuck her right now but that is not what will happen. I don’t want a piece of ass, or a fast hot fuck, I want her to enjoy it. I want her to come back for more, and I want to be the drug she cannot go without, which is how I feel about her.



She desires me and almost demands for us to be joined. I sit back on my heels, looking down at her as she looks up to me. Her look is passion and desire and I see what I have wanted to see, yes I see love and trust. Now it is time.



I am between her legs which are bent at the knees and open. I run the head of my cock between what is now a very wet slit. I tell her to watch. It looks sexy as hell to see my white cock moving over and then piercing her inner core. I tell her to look and she gets up on her elbows and her breath staggers, then increases.



I move the head in an inch or so and then out. My cock glistens with her juices; then I move in a little more and then out. I look to her for approval, and she knows and nods to my questioning look. It is time.



I move in and out and soon move my body over hers. She moved under me her body moved in rhythm with mine. Soon she shifts her pelvis and moved me even deeper into her. It is permission, it is an invitation, it is the ancient way two souls join in a dance whose origins have long since been forgotten, only the steps and movements exist for those lucky enough to experience it.



He has not quit caressing me, touching me, kissing me, even as his body enters mine. It did not hurt, and it was my desire that he blend his body into mine; a desire he immediately but still tenderly complied with.



What was that? What did he just say? Why would he lie? Is he lying? Do I want this? Please God don’t let this be a lie, don’t let me be hurt after all this time; not again.



I asked Franklin if he had protection and he said no. I asked him if he was fixed so he could not get me pregnant and he said no. I told him that I had not had sex for over five years and I did not have protection. His answer was what prompted those questions above.



He told me “You are my woman, and I am your man. A man wants his woman to love him so that he can love her. A man wants his woman to take his body into her and to create life within her, their combined life. I love you and I want you to have my baby. If it is meant to be then it will be. Make a baby with me my love.”



Those words tore at me. I am forty years old and this is the first time I have been asked to make life with another man. My husband took me as his property and sex was his due because I was his wife. I was bought and paid for as a wife. But this was different. This man asks and wants at the same time.



Can I have a baby? Will I have a baby? He has been making love to me for I don’t even know how long; but it has been a very long time. No one has ever made love to me before. He will have my answer.



Do I tell him yes? Do I whisper agreement? No, I do what is engrained in me from the beginning of time. I move up into his downward movements, I arc my pelvis drawing him deeper inside me. I feel him swell as I tighten in response. Spasms ripple through my pussy and my body. I feel his passion flowing into me and I respond with greater tightening and loosening, involuntary but pleasure making orgasms rack my body as they also takes over his.



I once heard that the French call this “the little death” and that is what it is to me.



Soon I am telling him I love him in response to his declarations of love. My legs hold him inside of me and my arms keep him close. He had not changed his position at all. He has his arms under me but still rests on his elbows, not wanting to crush me but not wanting to break our contact.



He pulls me over to my side then over again. Now I am laying on him and he continues to kiss and touch me. I have never had this before. My husband just rolled off and turned his back on me and went to sleep. Franklin is holding me, telling me he loves me, letting me stay with him. No that is wrong. He is not allowing me to move away, as if I would ever do that. We are still joined. It is a perfect circle he is joined to me and our mouths keep us joined there too.



She falls asleep in my arms. She is not heavy at all, and I love the feel or her on me. She smiles and cuddles deeper into me as she lays there sleeping with my arms around her.



Soon she moves and wakes and looks down at me. We kiss, tenderly, but with passion. I move her onto her side and get up.



As he rises I ask where he is going and he tells me it is a surprise; everything has been a surprise. He brings in Champaign, his favorites; Veuve Clicquot Ponsardin, Demi-Sec, which means sweet. He also brings in chocolate covered cherries and strawberries. He feeds me the candy and I drink the sweet elixir from a Baccarat Crystal Champaign Flute. It does not appear to me at first but then I see it, my name, Ester, engraved on the Flute. Franklin smiles at my recognition.



I have to get up again. I go into the bathroom and return with warm water and a razor, and some other equipment. I ask and she responds by lifting her butt up from the bed so that I can move the thick towel under her. First the warm washcloth then the cream, all applied with loving fingers that stray as they play. The soap is not harsh, and I have gotten what I need to make sure it does not chafe her. Then I began and moved swiftly until there was just smooth skin and then I followed with more warm water and a washcloth.



I watch him shave the evidence of my sexual maturity, my hair. My breathing became ragged as he did it and I watched his evident sexual arousal at my baldness. Then he did it again. He moved forward and rubbed his face all over my now bald pussy. He kept up his movements until rubbing turned to kissing then to nipping and kissing and tonguing. He was doing it again, as he said he would. His fingers played inside me too, one slipping and touching my bottom place. It made me shudder.



As I touched her pussy after removing her adult hair I made love to it with my mouth and fingers. I noticed the reaction to what I hoped would be thought to be an accident; my little finger “accidentally” pierced her butt hole, just for a second. That would be for later I thought to myself.



As I continued to give her oral pleasure as she began to move but not as in passion but concern, care and love. She moved down to me and began her own oral ministrations on what was a very hard cock. I worked in earnest as she did the same to me.



I felt him shiver as my mouth closed over his cock. I had not done this before but I wanted to give him pleasure. Yes I know that he got great pleasure from making love to me but this was different for me and for him. He was moving but not with harsh pressure, he was trying to be gentle. I nipped at him and giggled, he did the same by flicking my engorged clit and he giggled. No, we did not hurt each other, and it was erotic and funny at the same time. I never knew that sex was funny and I laughed again.



But soon we were back into the throws of passion and I could feel his cock growing in my mouth and I knew that he was going to cum as I had just done a few seconds before. It was time to decide and I decided that I wanted him inside of me. I wanted his fluids to enter my mouth and into my stomach and from there to every cell in my body. I intended to be his and have him enter every cell of my body. I drank deeply of his seed as he had done mine first and later mine and his combined.



We turned to face each other kissing deeply and tasting the results of the others loving. He held and again professed his love, I was content as we slept.



It must have been around five o’clock when we woke at the same time. There was no talk this time, just passion. I was already hard and she was already wet. She pulled me onto her and was waiting for my entry and I did not disappoint. We joined lips to lips, tongues entwined as our hips joined our lower parts. Our legs and arms followed in the joining.



“I am going to give you a baby now” I told her.



She told me that this time I would not be getting her pregnant. When I asked why she just smiled and told me I had already gotten her pregnant last night. I told her we would keep practicing until I was sure and then still continue until I could no longer get hard. She giggled then went into a screaming orgasm with me right with her.



This time we did not go to sleep, we passed out from exhaustion.



Still touching we woke together. We smiled and laughed and kissed, morning breath was not a problem and we both smelled of pussy and cum.



Laughing we went to take a shower together. Somewhere during the night she had lost her hat, she did not keep it on, I said with a smile. Modesty was a thing of the past for my Ester. She finished first and taking the towel walked out to the bedroom as I started to finish. I had laid out tooth brushes for both of us but I had to shave and the rest of it. It was then that my world almost came to an end.



I just finished my shower, the first time in my life to shower with a man. I loved the way he cleaned my body for me and I did the same for him. We would make love again very soon. Maybe next time it would be in the bath together. That would be nice I thought.



As I walked out of the bathroom I was struck by the bedroom. Franklin was a widower but this was a woman’s bedroom. It was strange that he would have a woman’s bedroom. There was even a vanity with a small bench seat, beautifully embroidered. Why would a man need this?



Something was wrong. I moved the closet and opened the door and saw women’s clothes in the closet. Silk blouses, pants, skirts, dresses; not a lot but enough to know a woman lived here.



Then I opened the dresser drawer and found women’s underwear. Not any underwear but silk and sexy, there was even a Victoria’s Secret receipt.



I fell to my knees, I was physically ill. I was barely able to stop from throwing up. I held my hand to my mouth and had to bite my own hand to stop my crying sounds from filling the room, as my tears flowed down my face. I gave everything to him. I made love with him, to him. I let him make a fool of me in front of the ladies in my church. I believed him when he said he loved me and I told him I loved him and I did, I do. How could he do this to me? Why would he do this to me? Well he is not going to get away with it!



I marched into the bathroom and he turned and smiled at me. I pushed past him and opened the cabinet and there they were, evidence of a woman living here with him. Makeup, a full line of women’s makeup was in the cabinet. It was Clinique, my brand so I knew it well. I yelled at him, I told him I was not some little black slut or fool, I told him I hated him and started out the bathroom door, crying and yelling.



As she ran out the door I grabbed her not wanting her to leave. I also grabbed some of the underwear from the open drawer along with the paper. I folded her in my arms and we fell onto the bed together, I on my back and her back to my front. I completely held her arms and using my legs put them over hers and held her still. It forced her legs apart but it gave me the leverage I needed. If I held her tight she would not be able to injure herself or me.



She was still fighting me and crying accusing me of lying and not loving her. I held her as close as I could, both of us still naked. Even in her anger being this close was exciting for me. I was starting to become hard.



He held me immobile and even over my yelling I could tell he was saying something; I did not want to hear it. His lips were at my neck and he was talking, not yelling; his breath felt like the kisses he had given me the night before. His voice was calm. I was telling him that someone, a woman, lived here and he kept talking, not stopping to listen to me.

I don’t know why but the way he was holding me, his legs wrapped around my legs, holding them open, his arms holding my arms by folding them across my chest, caused our bodies to move against each other. Damn even angry he was making me wet. His arms moved against my nipples and the bastard was getting hard and I could feel him down there. I no longer had the padding that hair provided and this bastard had an erection and it was rubbing over my denuded pussy and I was drenched. Why did he do this to me, why was he doing this to me?



The word “yours” kept ringing in my ear. Over and over it was that word “yours” that seemed to overpower everything I was saying. They reverberated in my ears and mind. I kept hearing “Yours” over and over. Finally I had to listen; I stopped fighting and yelling.



“Ester, look at the underwear, look Ester” I head him say.



I looked at what was in his hand.



When I did I heard him say “They are all new, they still have the tags on them, and the receipt is here too. See Ester, I bought them two days ago, see my name on the receipt. They are for you Ester, no one else. If you look at the dresses and clothes in the closet they are new, they still have the tags on them and they are your size.”



“Ester, I am going to have you sit up but I am still going to hold you. Look at the bed Ester and the bedroom, look Ester. This is your bedroom. Remember when you told me about your dream bedroom, this is it Ester. Everything from the article you talked about is here; right down to the 800 count sheets, with vines on them in ‘Hunter Green’. Do you have any idea how silly I looked trying to find the sheets in an 800 count and I don’t even know what an 800 count sheet is, and in Hunter Green too, with those silly vines on them. I had to bring in your e-mail and the article to get them to find the right ones.”



“No one has ever slept in this bed before last night, when you and I did. The sheets have never been used. Look down at the floor, bleached bamboo flooring, just like you told me you wanted. I bought this house for us Ester, for us. No one has lived here before us, and we are the first people to spend the night here.”



“Ester there are no memories here but the ones we make.”



Now it was starting to make sense. He let me up and took me by the hand and walked to the vanity. My makeup, not one bottle or jar opened. My coloring, my beauty tools, never used, everything I would need for what all women do before going out to face the world. He had gotten me everything, the best that could be had. Into the bathroom and again it was the same, everything I would need, everything new and unopened.



“Ester I love you; I have been in love with you for more than six months. I saved every e-mail and almost in a diary I wrote how you affected me and my life. How you gave me hope despite our beginnings. I sent them to myself in e-mails so when you read them, and I hope you do, you can see when I sent them and how you gave me a reason to continue living with hope.”



He had binders with those e-mails in them and later I would read how he felt about me as the e-mails were exchanged. How he slowly fell in love with me. What he planed to do, the house the clothes, his hope that I would love him too. Of course I did and had for as long as he loved me.



I did not realize it but as Franklin was talking to me I was holding him and kissing him and he was kissing me back. His words came between our kisses. And I was doing even more, I held his cock in my hands and I was running my fingers up and down its length. And we were moving against each other as we made our way, if only by instinct, back to the bed, our bed.



“Do you have a fantasy I asked my Franklin? I have one, I am an African princess and I have captured a white explorer and I make him my slave and he will do anything I want him to do. Do you think my fantasy will ever come true, do you think I will ever have a white slave that will give me all the pleasure I can desire and fall in love with me too? Do you think my slave will give me his baby?”



I smiled when I heard her fantasy and I told her in no uncertain terms I know just the right man for the fantasy. It was difficult to tell her because she kept stroking my cock and talking with her tongue in my mouth, and mine in hers, which obviously slowed down communication.



“Maybe you want to own a slave girl and be Massa? Would you like to have your own slave girl and come down to the slave quarters and breed her? With my pussy bald it looks like a little girls pussy, I could be your slave girl Massa. I could be the virgin slave you breed Massa. You can breed me Massa, you own me Massa.”



Now I have to admit that this was more than a little interesting for me, especially since Ester had pulled me over her and I was now sliding my cock into a very wet tight pussy; my woman’s pussy. I was breathing hard and the sweat was glistening on both our bodies. I reached her breasts as I rested on my elbow.



“Yes Massa, those are yours too. All the boys and men want to play with my big tits Massa but you are the first Massa, I saved them for you. Yes Massa, pinch your nipples while you slide your white cock into your black pussy. I waited for you Massa, I never let anyone touch me, and I ran away if they tried. But I never ran away from you Massa, give me a baby Massa, give me your white baby.”



“I am not going to give you a white baby, and you are not going to give me a black baby, we are going to give each other ‘OUR BABY.’ I am not going to ever sell you or let anyone else touch you, white or black. I am going to take you up north and I am going to permanently chain you to me. You will be mine forever. It will be a single link chain of gold and you will proudly wear it so that everyone will know you are mine. You will wear it where everyone can see it, you will wear it on your left hand, and you will marry me and become my wife and my property. I will become your husband and your property. You will remain my slave and I will always be your slave. Ester, this is not a fantasy, I mean it. Ester, my love, will you marry me? Will you have our babies if you can?”



“What the hell just happened? We were playing, I was getting a very good fucking, I like him being in me and how did we get from my being a good little breeding slave to this? I thought all white men wanted a good black slave to screw, this man wants a wife. He wants me to be his wife. He just asked me to marry him.”



“OH GOD YES! YES, YES, I WANT TO MARR YOU. I WILL MARRY YOU!”



We had our answers. She will marry me and I will marry her. We moved together faster and faster, the breeding urge once again upon us. I pushed in deep, she moved her hips to allow further penetration, her internal spasms helped to milk my ejaculations, to bring my cum into her fertile womb.



I yelled and moaned. I laughed, I would have to be quiet after I had the babies, cuming that loud when my man made love to me would wake them up.



Then the phone rang. It was Ester’s phone from her purse on the nightstand. I reached for it, it made my cock go deeper into her pussy. I was not hard but I was still pretty heavy and it felt great. I knew it must be a family member so I wanted her to take the call and tell them she was ok.



Unfortunately when Ester answered the phone she was a little nuts from having just agreed to marry me and from one hell of an orgasm. We were both acting a little drunk on love. Then the conversation started and Ester, now a very sexually satisfied woman about to be married got crazy with her daughter.



“Mom what the hell is going on? You did not come home last night and this morning that Janice has been telling everyone you were acting like a whore with some white man. Everyone we know has been calling me. Mother where are you?”



“Why darling I’m acting like a whore with that white man! Maybe not a whore, he has not paid me anything, unless dinner and a house count. Do they count darling?”



“Mother what has gotten into you? Why are you talking this way?”



“Well what has gotten into me is a very nice hard white cock and it does not appear to be leaving anytime soon. As a matter of fact I am sure it does not want to leave. And it has been in and out all night long. Is there a problem with that?”



“Mother what are you saying?”



“Darling what I am saying is he has just finished sperming my eggs, and for some reason, maybe its my tits he keeps sucking on, or is that my tongue, he likes both of them, he is still hard so he does not want to stop.”



“You don’t want to stop do you love” Ester asked me.



I responded loud enough for her daughter to hear that I had no intention of stopping, ever, and laughed at what Ester was saying to her daughter. This was not like her; she was emerging into a woman.



“Mother, if he just ejaculated in you, I know you are not using the pill, he might get you pregnant.”



“Oh honey, there is no chance of him getting me pregnant this morning.”



“But how do you know mother, he might impregnate you right now.”



“Well honey, I know he can’t get me pregnant this morning, he caught me last night, if not the first time then the next two that followed sure got me. And since this is the second time this morning, I am sure I am already pregnant, so there is no doubt I am safe now. Didn’t they teach you that you can’t get pregnant twice at the same time?”



“Franklin, would you like me to be pregnant twice from the same loving?”



“Ester, I would love it, get off the phone and lets make every attempt to do it.”



“Honey, Franklin said he is willing to get me pregnant twice in one session, so I have to get off the phone, unless you want to hear mommy beg for him to fuck me harder.”



“Mother, wait, wait, where are you if I need to come and get you?”



“Baby, Franklin and I are in our bed, where else should I be? That is where people who are in love make love, although Franklin has some very naughty ideas about sex, and our new home has so many rooms and we are going to buy furniture, so I guess we will have to Christen each room eventually. But for now honey my man is breeding me in our bed. Love you baby. I will give you a call later.”



By the time this little call ended I was laughing so hard I almost lost it. I could not believe my demure wife to be would say that to her daughter. She was laughing too.



Then she gave me a little kick and we rolled off onto our sides still laughing.



“I love you husband. You have made me laugh again.”



“I love you wife, and I hope you will laugh forever with me by your side.”



We got up and as we walked around the room I began to see many of the things I had talked to Franklin about. We went downstairs and the limited furniture I saw was again pieces I talked about in our conversations, well actually e-mails. He really did save and plan for us based on what I wanted. He was looking to take care of me, looking to care for his woman and I knew I would be that forever, if he would have me for that long.



As we entered the kitchen Franklin began to talk to me again.



“Ester, this is the kitchen you wanted; do you remember telling me about it? I still have the e-mail. This is the china you say you wanted, bone china with a gold and silver ring”, I said as I took out a plate from the cabinet. “My love this is the silver pattern you wanted, I said as I opened a drawer and took out a few pieces. You wanted double ovens and here they are. You wanted an 8 burner stove, here it is. You wanted that special Emeril cookware and it is here” I said as I opened a cabinet full of pots and pans.



“Ester my love, what you told me you wanted I bought, but we have an entire house to furnish together. This will be our home and you will be its queen and it will be yours to rule.”



During this entire time Ester never said a word. She was in shock. I brought her back into the bedroom. Everything in this house is new and yours.



“Now let’s take another shower, get dressed and go buy things. I only have a few pair of pants and shirts, so I need some too. I waited to buy clothes so that when you saw them on me you would remember that you helped me pick them out and you would remember this day and every day. Nothing here will remind us of the past, we are building our own past now along with our future.”



“Soon, a year after we are married, we can start bringing in things that remind us of times before we were us. You can even bring in pictures of you and your husband, I’m sure there were some good times. And then you will want pictures of your children as they grew, but for the first year, it will be us and only us. For my part my pictures will show the same happy family that existed before, we will make them part of the happy family we will be in the future. Is that ok my love?”



“Oh Franklin, it is more than OK. It is perfect. For the first year it will be only us. And if “us” is more than just you and I, how will you feel about that?”



“I will love our child and you. You are my African princess even without the game. You are what I want in my life, for the rest of my life and I want us to have children so that our love can last for generations. That does not mean that what we have created before, without each other is wrong, they are perfect too, but we deserve to have visible evidence of our love if it is possible and if you want it too, and I think you do.”



I had already known that I was in love with Franklin when I asked him to meet me for dinner. I had been in love with the man sending the e-mails for sex months; the same as he had been in love with me.



I put on a t-shirt and shorts that Franklin had given me. I told my man that I intended to make him breakfast and we went down to my kitchen. I made bacon, eggs and polenta. Franklin helped with the polenta. It was hard cooking with his hands all over me and eating was made difficult with me sitting on his lap, but we managed. We ate our first meal in our house on fine bone china and silver utensils. The most difficult part was eating with out panties on and his manhood deep inside of me, but somehow I was able to muddle through it. Franklin was a very naughty man and I needed a very naughty man.



We even managed to make two phone calls to our Parish Priests for a discussion before posting the banns. Although it was no longer a requirement we wanted to do it anyway. We would be meeting my parish priest first. Franklin said that we should probably get married in my parish as my women friends were there and it would be less difficult for me to be there with old friends.



We discussed it and decided that we were half way between both churches so we would be married in Ester’s Church but we would attend Mass at either church, but mostly Esters. It would be easier on her.



We dressed slowly, and it had to be slowly as Franklin kept taking things off as I put them on. Is this how married people are supposed to act? He was constantly pulling me onto the bed, kissing my neck, brushing my hair for me. This did not happen with my first husband. Franklin did leave me alone when I put makeup on.



I dressed in a beautiful pair of brown slacks he had made for me. They fit perfectly. There was also a coco brown silk blouse, and that too fit perfectly. I really don’t know how he did it. Even matching shoes were there. He later told me he saw a similar outfit in a magazine, and knew the shoes would match. And the under garments were soft and feminine and made me feel sexy, or maybe that was Franklin standing half dressed with that big white cock of his standing tall. My husband was this age when I first married him and I don’t remember him acting any thing like Franklin; my Franklin will not leave me alone – and I love it. I picked out a nice outfit for Franklin to wear as he said it was my right as his wife.



When we were finally dressed he took out a small bracelet box and inside was a beautiful gold double link chain, which he put on my wrist. Considering our little “White master visits the slave quarters” game it was fitting. Then he took out a second box and matching chain, I put it on his wrist. I guess that made him a slave to me, his African Princess too. I had to put on fresh lipstick again. I would need more of that color, it must be his favorite as he keeps rubbing it off with his lips.



When we got to the church we were met by the receptionist who had us sit down. She, like me, was black, and very interested in the white man so attentive to me. Our parish is mostly black. Franklin never let go of my hand and nuzzled me frequently, which I, in a lady like state, pretended to put an end to, but only succeeded in giggling like a school girl who wanted the flirting to continue. But Franklin was a gentleman and was only showing husbandly affection in public. In the bedroom he may have been a gentleman but there it was not in public and what we were doing was hot nasty dirty sex and like Franklin I loved it too. And yes there was love, my Franklin made love to me, no one had ever made love to me before Franklin.



Then my daughter Sarah showed up. She was hot under the collar and wanted to be in on the meeting with our parish priest. We were finally called in.



Ester spoke first. “Father, Franklin and I want to get married and even though it is no longer necessary we want to publish the banns here. I think I want to be married where I have been attending for all these years.”



“Well Ester, you know that you should actually know someone for a very long time before you consider marriage”, the Priest said. “And there is the marriage counseling that all couples have to go through, and then getting a reservation for the Church. And then if Franklin, is it, will have to go through instruction and become Catholic. I can’t see any of this happening for a year or more.”



Ester had a little smile on her face when she responded. I could see it. I had known her for an entire year and even though I had only seen her for the first time last night, I knew her mind. This poor priest was about to get his head handed to him on a plate. I sat back to watch the show.



“Well Father we did actually meet in person for the first time last night, and he was real nice at dinner and when he took me home, and we did meet on the internet, so I think that is long enough”, said my Ester.



I could see it happening, the train wreck. Ester was sucking him in and he did not even see it coming. I knew the story and knew this was a way of letting her kids know the truth. My wife was some woman, and we were going to have an interesting life together. Ester and Franklin, I was already resigned to her name being first.



“Ester, as your Priest I think you need a little more than that to enter into marriage” the priest said.



“Well there is more. I mean after playing white slave owner visits the slave quarters this morning I’m probably pregnant, if I did not already get pregnant last night. I mean Franklin was all over me, and all in me too. This is the height of my fertile period and I am sure he caught me good.” Ester smiled at this and I did too.



“MOTHER” was the first word out of Sarah’s mouth when she heard the slave master comment. “Mother that is disgusting, we are not slaves, we are humans and Americans and we are not slaves.”



This was going to get out of hand and out of control in a hurry Franklin thought.



“Darling, I was bought and paid for by your daddy” Ester said. “My parents needed money and your father paid five thousand dollars to own me and marry and breed me. My parents needed the money and at fifteen years old a forty year old man, your father bought me. That very day he married me, took my virginity and got me pregnant. I was married and a mother when I still fifteen years old. In four years I had three children. Your father was a good man but not a understanding or kind man. He worked hard for us and did not gamble or drink to excess or beat me or whore around, but he did not love me and I did not love him. I did my duty as a wife. There was nothing gentle about him and sex was more of something I did to keep him relaxed. He took sex from me as his due, as my husband. He never made love to me. I gave him twenty five years of my forty years of life. I gave him twenty until he died and another five in mourning. That is all this slave is giving up.”

“Father, I don’t want to be too hard on you but where the hell was this church when they let a child marry an old man she did not even know? And you do know that over the last five years half the men in this parish, married and single, have offered to help me with my loss and my needs. I have said no to all of them.” Ester continued.



“I met Franklin on line and we talked for a year. That is a year of actually having a man learn about me, who I am and what I want in life. A man who understood my needs and it was not one way. I learned a lot about him and what he expects from a wife and mother. There was nothing physical about what he said, and nothing physical that prevented us from knowing each other. That means really knowing each other.” Ester was on a roll.



“And Father and you Sarah too, when I finally met Franklin in person it was all I could do not to get naked and drag him into the closest dark corner. The fire is there and growing. And I was not kidding about being pregnant. And if I am not pregnant now, a few times playing African princess and captured white explorer will guarantee it.” Ester was finally finished.



Now the Priest spoke. “Franklin, you have been very quiet through all this, do you have anything to add?”



Well this was my time to finally speak but what was to be said. I said very little and I spoke volumes. “Well Father, I think my wife has said everything that needs to be said, I can’t anything but length to her statements.”



“What do you mean your wife” the priest asked.



“Father, from the minute I finally met Ester we were man and wife. I treat her as I will always treat her, as my wife. I will act and be her husband, and will act that way for the rest of our time on this Earth. I want her to be my wife and if possible the mother of our children, and I hope it is with the Church’s blessing. I don’t expect this will limit her love for her family or my love for mine, I hope that it will make both families recipients of even more love.”



“Ester we will publish the banns immediately and if you pick a time next month I will make sure you the Church is available” was the last thing the priest said.



Sarah was in a state of shock, she did not realize what her mother had gone through with her father, or how her mother was bought. Her father had been indifferent to his children but never cruel, and now she knew that he had been indifferent with his own wife. Indifference was the worst form of cruelty. She was beginning to see how Franklin might actually be filling in a need for her mother, among other things he apparently was filling in. That thought brought a smile to her face.



“Franklin, do you think we should get the children together soon, maybe this Sunday after Mass. It might be good to let them know what is happening.” Ester was so sweet Franklin thought. She was going to make a good mother. Franklin immediately agreed.



There next stop was City Hall, where they got a marriage license. One of Franklin’s old high school girlfriends worked at the counter, and she had been waiting a period of time for Franklin to work his way through the loss of his wife. She had a little pang of loss when she realized she might have waited too long. But Franklin was a nice man and deserved to be happy.



On the way home they stopped and picked up some things for dinner. Franklin was the kind of man that cooked simple food, but Ester, she was a good cook. She intended to cook her man a nice dinner, their first together and she bought a rib eye roast, collard greens, yams, and everything needed for a salad and fruit for desert. She also picked up a few things for baking.



This was their first day together, and Ester did not want to waste too much of it outside their home.



When they got home the first thing that happened was Franklin stripped her naked and she giggled and kissed him and proceeded to show him how life would be from now on. If she did not actually break Franklin she did put one hell of a dent in him; and after all that she made a great meal and then they retired to resume there nocturnal sport.



The next day was like the previous, there was a priest to meet and arrangements to make. This time when Franklin and Ester went to his parish priest there was advanced notice. The pastor from Ester’s parish had called. But the meeting was different. This one resulted in my priest telling me about the problems in an interracial marriage. He reminded me that Ester was black and I was white. I told him that I noticed that same thing too, and first I just rubbed the black and it did not come off and then I tried licking it off and it still did not come off, so I guess she was really black. Ester was having a hard time not laughing.



Then there was a big change in attitudes. Ester’s parish priest called and said that the Bishop was going to perform the services. Now that was a surprise. And that Ester’s and mine parish priests were going to be co-celebrants.



This evening was different. Ester wanted to play African princess and tie me up and I agreed. She got one my silk ties and tied my hands. Now I don’t know if you have ever tried to tie real silk, but it ain’t gonna happen. It was more for the show than function. Ester took a long time to get ready and spent at least an hour in the bathroom making herself look especially hot.



When she came out she was wearing a purple garter belt, white nylons, and the hottest shorty short nightgown I had ever seen. It was purple and clear, showing all her charms. Ok it showed her big tits and giant nipples and her pussy slit. There are times that flowing language just does not get it.



I was naked and she ran a finger over my cock and it started bobbing up and down and drooling. She slid her pussy all over my body and then telling me I was her white captive and I would have to show her proper respect as she slid that chocolate pussy close and then over my face. I would not have let her move it off my mouth but I was supposed to be resisting and tied up. You have to remember that the prior night was the first pussy eating she had ever had and this was new for her and I sure did not want to disappoint. I licked, kissed, sucked and nibbled her from one orgasm to another.



She called me lover, husband, Franklin, slave, white man, but never again would she call me boy. She “ordered” me to grab her tits and manually abuse them. After all that feeding they needed rough treatment, but I would make sure they got the tender kind too. Finally she just came as hard as a woman can, flooding my mouth with her sweet nectar.



She was spent but not out. She slid down my body and let me feed on her tits for a short time as she rubbed her pussy on my cock. I was about ready to burst.



“I love you. I have given you my virgin mouth and drank your cum, before and after you came in me. You have given me your love and have given me pleasure with your cock and your mouth. I never loved anyone before you and we have given each other a child of that love. But I want to give you more. I give you a new name. Your name is now ‘husband’. In the past I have referred to James by that name, from this time on you are ‘husband’ and James is only James.”



As she was talking to me she had finally moved down and encased my cock in her pussy. Her movements were slow and exciting for both of us.



“Put your arms around me” she instructed. Even tied I could do it.



“I have one more gift for you and only you.” She raised herself so that my cock came out of her pussy. Moving forward just a little I could feel her very tight ass opening for the head. She was in discomfort but not pain.



She kissed me and smiled. “There is always some pain with a virgin, but it is always worth it” she said.



She had in fact made herself ready. She had used the enema and lots of KY before she tried to insert me. When she finally opened she had to bite her lip rather than cry out.



“We don’t have to do this my love” I told her.



“I know” she said as she pushed me all the way into her. “Just wait a minute” she said and we kissed and caressed for some time. I was now untied and then started really touching her, gently letting her know I was in love and that my touch was proof of it. Finally we started moving. I did not last very long and soon told her that I was going to shoot.



“My pussy, ass and mouth are yours to put anything you want into, anytime you want my husband” Ester said.



“My love, my body, my soul, my heart are yours for as long as you want them” I told her in response.



When I shot into her virgin ass I felt her starting to shake and spasm. I guess it is true what they say, that some women do cum with a cock in their ass; and my Ester is one of them. Spooning was going to have a completely new definition from now on.



My cock finally went down, and I rolled Ester over onto her side. We were both spent but I wanted to take care of her. I went into the bathroom and came back with some warm water and towels and a little ointment to stop any pain. She rolled onto her stomach and let me clean her, but she was already pretty clean, since she had taken an enema before she came to bed. She looked back and up to me with those wonderful eyes of hers and all I saw was love for me in them.



I got some almond oil and gave her a nice rub, not overtly sexual, but enough to make me hard. She had two days of hard sex after five years without any, and I wanted her to surrender to relaxation and sleep. I turned her over after doing her back and taking off the top and nylons.



I began on her front, taking my time with her feet, and then her legs and then bypassing her pussy, her stomach and chest. I knew from experience I would be spending a lot of time massaging and oiling her pregnant breasts and belly. I took my time and listened to her purring and cooing. I could not help it, and I had to kiss those lips that had made me so happy already.



When I bent down my body pressed against hers. Resting on my elbows I held a large breast in each hand and my lips to hers. I did not intend for it to happen, but maybe I did, but she opened her legs to me, as wide as she could. My cock was at the entrance to her feminine center and whispering “love me husband” we moved into each other.



This time it was pure love. I wanted to join with her as she did with me. This was not about orgasms or cuming it was about joining, two people truly becoming one with the other. She was so wet she was dripping and letting me move freely inside her velvet sheath. Then as these things do, she and I moved into the proper breeding position and rhythm. Her G spot was hit and massaged until she opened in passion. What little I had left was now gone, inside of her place of creation.



We held each other and kissed. We were husband and wife, albeit without benefit of clergy, as of yet. We took a shower together and then went to make dinner together. She was a good cook and I was a good eater, it was a perfect match.



We had decided that our children needed to meet each other, so Sunday was the day. First we would go to the ten o’clock Mass at my church and then the noon Mass at hers. Then we would eat at our place. Our place, I liked the sound of that and so did my wife.



Now I called my children and told them about my new house and that I wanted them to meet someone special on Sunday. Ester called her children, who because of Sarah already knew of me. The invitation was also for Sunday.



This is a good time to talk about our children. Because Ester was married and gave birth at 15 her oldest was 25, the next was 23 and the youngest was already 21.



Daughter Sarah was my oldest and she was twenty five. The next in order was my son James Jr., named after his father. He was married to a wonderful woman, Maria. James Jr. was an accountant and his wife and he already had a very cute little girl, named Ester. Sarah was not married and I was living with her. My youngest was Helen and she was not married yet and she was living with Sarah and I. It would be an interesting Sunday.



I’m Franklin and I should introduce my children. First you should notice that we are not giving out our last names, just first and middle names. The last name does not actually matter. My daughter Miranda was the oldest, she was twenty two and she was named after her grandmother on my side. My youngest child is named Franklin Armstrong; the Armstrong was my wife’s father’s name. We always called him Frank. He was twenty and was going to college and living on campus.



By the time Sunday came around my husband and I had bought a house full of furniture and had it delivered. There was food a plenty.



True to his word my husband bought all new clothes for himself and for me too. This was our home, and every memory in it was new and wonderful. Even our clothes were new to demonstrate our new lives together.



Franklin and I had also gotten our wedding rings and I got a very wonderful engagement ring. It had the same interwoven vines in yellow gold, platinum, and pink gold. It also had a large diamond in the center surrounded by onyx and ivory. He had this all planed out for me and I knew when I first saw the set I knew that they were exactly what I wanted.



Now I know what you are thinking, he was just buying me like James did when I was fifteen, but you would be wrong. I was in love with him long before I found out about his money. When I checked on him he just came across like an average working middle class man. James and I were middle class too, so it was no big deal. It took years before I realized how rich he was and that the really rich don’t want you to know it, but I am getting ahead of myself.



I wanted him and that was all there was to it. We played the dozens and argued and I insulted him but it was only to find out about him as a person. I needed to know how Franklin would react to things and he was always perfect in my eyes.



Buying was fun, loving was wonderful. My husband was such a good lover and I kept him loving me until he and I were both exhausted. We had only been together a few nights when I had to lay the law down to him.



I looked at it like a man any would. I could have forty years with my woman, and at forty I could keep her at a gallop for maybe twenty years and then a trot for maybe fifteen more and by then we would be seventy five and from then on it would be an occasional sprint but mostly walking. Damn was I wrong. Gallop was what we did when we did nothing. She was at full war horse attack mode most of the time. Here is an example of what my life would be like from her perspective. This is when she laid down the law to me in her own words.



We were in bed and spooning and his arm was around me and he had an erection even though he was asleep. I woke him up and gave him the rule. Listen husband we need to get something straight right from the beginning. When we are in bed I expect your hands to be full of something, like these and I put his hand on my large but very receptive breast. And you can pull here like this and I moved his hand so he pulled on my nipple a little. I could feel him smile as he kissed the back of my neck. And I expect a lot of that kissing too I told him. Now he was nibbling my neck and I told him that was ok by me.



Then I reached back and grabbed his cock. “What the hell is this” I asked, not really expecting an answer. “This is mine, just like you are, all of you, all the time. When this thing gets hard you better find a place to put it!” I then raised my leg a little and guided the head of his cock into my pussy. “That is where it belongs, as I felt him I move to make sure it was properly seated in a very wet pussy; unless you would rather have it here” and I moved it into my butt. He gave it a nice little push and in it went.



“Now don’t just lay there husband, do it all at once” I told him. He pulled on my nipples, and rocked back in forth in my ass. He moved the other hand under me and soon had two large breasts in both hands. The man could take a hint. Then he moved down and rubbed my stomach with one of his hands. He was touching our baby, or where our baby would be. He moved his hand down lower and palmed my pussy. “Yes baby that is your pussy too” I told him as I came over and over. My man was taking me and giving me pleasure and I was doing the same for him. Finally he came and shot inside me. We laid there panting. “Now you can go back to sleep husband and if you wake up later you can expect more of the same.” I smiled to myself and he nuzzled me again. We stayed blended to each other for I don’t know how long.



We got up and went into the bathroom and got rid of some excess fluids and I washed his cock off for him. I would have to keep my butt clean for him and for me too. When we went to bed we faced each other and kissed and touched.



I moved his head down to my breast. “You can suck them, they like that” and he did. “Now bite them but not too hard” and he did that too. “Keep going like that” I told him. I wanted him to know what I liked and he wanted to know it, I could tell.



He moved down and started on my stomach. Now what man does that? He kissed and fondled and still kept moving back and forth to my tits too. Soon he was back to my slit and he could not get enough. “That’s right baby, eat your pussy as much as you want, it is all yours.” But I had enough of this, so I moved so his cock was where I wanted it, in my mouth. We taught each other about our bodies and gave each other pleasure. I know he did not cum a lot this time and he could not cum as many times as I could. For myself he kept me in a constant state of orgasm.



It was only a few days into our relationship that I learned that I would have to get used to the taste of my own pussy mixed with his cum. As far as I was concerned that was not a bad option.



Now let me give you my side of this and why I thank her first hus – no I am the only one who gets to be called husband, lets just say James, every day. I feel like the man who just lost his favorite car, not meaning my first wife was a car. She was an angel and I loved her madly and I took care of her the last two years of her life, the kids and I did. That cancer is a horrible thing.



So now back to my story about the car. I feel like the man who had this wonderful car and when it was stolen he decided to ride the bus, because there was never anything like his older car. Then one day after four years of riding the bus to work he sees this “for sale” sign on this older car and he gets off to take a look at it. It is a classic, but no one wants it. The man selling it tells him that lots of people want to take it for a spin, but no one really wants to take the time to properly care for it. It is very low mileage because the prior owner did not drive it all that much, but it did have every option for comfort any man could want, but then again the color was not for everyone. Well the man told the owner he would take it, and the owner asked if he wanted to take it for a test drive. The man told him just as soon as he own it, no one else would ever get behind the wheel and that was all the test drive he needed. The owner smiled and took the check and gave the buyer the pink.



That is how I felt about Ester, very low mileage, every possible option for comfort, but just not the right color for some people. She was perfect for me. I did not need a test drive, I knew months before I ever saw her that I was in love and I wanted that pink slip. I think Ester felt the same about me. I was her property and she was not going to let anything happen to me and she took very good care of me.



Sunday was strange. We all met at Mass and his kids were surprised to see a black woman with their father. Lucky it was Mass so we could not talk much. He introduced me as his wife and told them to go to the new house at 1:30. Then we had to run to my parish for Mass. Again it was new to us both but no one could talk during Mass. All of us went to our home, my children followed us over.

Now that was a meeting. It was like the OK Coral without guns. I invited everyone in and we all sat down in the great room. “I know this is a surprise for you all, but you all need to know that Ester and I are going to be married. We are not asking you permission we are telling you how it will be. We want all of you in our lives because you are our family.” Now that was all I got out when Ester sat down next to me.



The place went into screaming mode. “What about Daddy?” “What about mother?” “She is black!” “He is white!” “Did you have sex?” “You’re pregnant?” “How can you do this to us?” “What will our friends say?”



Ester and I let it go on for a while and then we put an end to it. “Enough” we both said at the same time.



“Franklin is my man, my husband, my love, yes we have sex, yes I am pregnant, or going to be if not already that way, and last time I looked, and I looked pretty good, he is white. I don’t care what your friends say.” Well Ester does have a way with words. I felt like I was repeating what she said with wife instead of husband.



“The same goes for Ester except she is not my man or my husband. She is my wife and my woman. If she is not already pregnant it is not from want of trying, over and over.” Ester and I both chuckled at that. “We are in love and yes she is black, and it appears to be permanent, because I have been rubbing all over her and it is not going to come off.”



That last comment got us a combined “Dad” and “Mother” from the assembled family.



“Look at it this way, we have a lot in common” Franklin said to his kids and mine.



“Like what” the kids said in unison?



“For a start we are all Catholic” I said. “Ester is a widow and I am a widower. We have children we love, and who love us. We are only forty and can still have a life together and with all of you. When Ester and I have children you will all be related to each other through them.”



Ester and I went out to the kitchen to get the food ready but I was soon without a job as Sarah, Miranda, Helen and Maria went in and began working and talking. Evidently it was some kind of woman bonding thing; I left them to it.



Then I went into the great room and got the guys and I a beer. We walked out onto the patio and sat down to stare at each other. Now this I understood. James was older than Frank and it was his mother I was with. James was defensive and even a little aggressive. Frank was pissed because I was with another woman. “Guys, we have got to work this out”, I told them. “We can all go out into the yard and kick the shit out of each other or we can get past it and move on. Ester is going to be my wife, and I already consider it as done. I hope she is already pregnant with our first child, but if not we intend to keep trying. I know she is old for being a mother, but it is something we both want. We love each other. We are going to be married next month. I expect you James to walk your mother down the isle. I expect you Frank to be my best man. Ester will see who she wants for a maid of honor, and that is her decision. Most if not every decision about the wedding will be Ester’s decision. Now you two go out into the middle of the yard and kick the shit out of each other until you get it settled and then have another beer.”



They did go out into the yard and they did have another beer, but they did not fight with each other. I would like to say it was all perfect after that but that would be a lie. The kids had a hard time of it. Each group wanted to bring over pictures of their respective family, but they got the lecture that it was not going to happen for a year.



We reached a compromise about the pictures, we took some that day. When I look at them I feel I am looking at those old photographs of condemned prisoners.



There was only one real problem and that was Ester’s eldest daughter Sarah and my son Frank. They were at it constantly. I don’t know why they did not like each other, when the others seemed to get along.



I could go into how the kids handled it but this is not about them, it is about Ester and me. We had both been through the pregnancy thing before and knew what to expect. We stayed close and had the kids over all the time, but it was Ester that I was most concerned about. She was still enforcing those crazy rules of hers. I know I was being forced but what could I do? Every time I got a hard on I was ordered to put it into her; poor me. And every time I got into bed with her I made her open her legs so I could have some hot chocolate; sometimes with a creamy filling, which I shared with her. After all it was my creamy filling.



We played African princess and ‘sneaking around the slave quarters, more than once. We played a lot of games, my wife and me. She was a lot like the car I wrote about, she was bound and determined to be opened up to see what she could do and damn if she could not do everything, some things even better than the new models.



I would be lying if I did not say I needed it just as much as she did.



Ester knew that there were things that he did for her that did not always involve sex. I loved to dance and my husband took me dancing at least once a week. He was a great dancer and I loved to be in his arms moving to a beat that might be fast or slow, but always exciting. There was one drawback and that was my husband was always getting hard when he danced with me. And then I would see he was hard and I would get wet. Dancing was slow foreplay for us both. But I had to let him know in no uncertain terms that the only woman he was ever going to hold was me and that means he danced with me and no one else. That hard piece of wood in his pants was mine and he was not going to rub it against some young tramp, black or white. He smiled and asked me who I was going to be dancing with as he pulled me a lighter and forced his cock against my body. “Only you my husband, only you” was my reply.



He also took me to Jazz concerts, and out to dinner. my husband was a romantic and I was the beneficiary of that romance. Then there were flights to New York to see the ABT because I liked ballet and the Dance Theater of Harlem, and the Joffre Ballet and every company that came into our city. He treated me like a queen every day. Even more importantly he gave me his time. He talked to me, he listened to me. We discussed everything.



Ester was perfectly beautiful at the wedding. No, she did not wear purple, she wore off white. And the Bishop was there to celebrate the Mass and our wedding. He brought his mother and father along as guests, with our permission. His father was white, and his mother was black, go figure.



This was the only day that Ester and I danced with anyone else; it is a tradition that the bride and groom do that, but it was a wedding so it was ok. I never held any woman tight to me, and I had to wait to dance that way with my wife – I love the sound of that – my wife – because if I got body hugging close with her I would be hard in a second.



Even the kids got into the act and danced with each other, except Sarah and Frank, who seemed to be fire and ice. Sarah brought a date, a nice black man. I only say black because of what was said later. Sarah got in Frank’s face and told him that she was with a real man and only a black man was right for a black woman. I was pissed at that comment because I was white and had just married her mother, but Sarah was Sarah and had never really liked the idea of a white man being with her mother. Frank said something about giving up sex if she was the only piece of ass left on the planet.



We had two receptions. We had a reception at Ester’s Church and put up a few large tents in the parking lot where food was cooked and served. Friends from my parish also attended. Then the guests also brought out their own food too. There was more food than anyone could possibly eat. Ester did what Ester did, not a bit of food went to waste. She had decided that this was a good event to help others out so the entire community ate with us. There was my Ester in her wedding gown dishing out food to anyone who came and wanted to eat. Every bit of food was eaten and no one was ever denied. She has such a good heart, and she feed the poor at our wedding feast, sort of biblical of her. That was the woman I married.



The second reception was the next day at our home. All of the family was there and we danced and had a generally great time. We probably had about a hundred or so people in the back area, again with tents and food prepared there. Sarah was there alone and Frank mentioned that it looked like even a black man found her not worth two dates in a row. Sarah took a swing at Frank, who was younger than Sarah by three years and she kept calling him boy. Well you can’t please everybody. The other kids got along fine and even James danced with Frank’s date and Frank danced with James’ wife. They got along pretty well together.



Ester started getting big and as pregnant women sometimes do began to feel herself less than attractive. I did not let that go on for any time. When we were out I was protective and exclusive in what I said and where I looked. There were no other women for me other than the one holding my hand and carrying our son. We would touch frequently and I would always put my hand on our little son.



Every night I would use special oils on her stomach and rub and kiss her all over, inside and out. She was never allowed to feel anything but love from me. When I went to work she had her daughter or mine with her and her church friends were welcome as well.



And she loved to surprise me. One day I came home to find a hooker there for me. Yes, a very pregnant and very hot black hooker, mini skirt, no panties, nylons, and a mesh top that her nipples poked through. “You wife thought you might like some of this” she said.



Well I was a married man and I told her so but she kept it up. She literally chased me around the house; she definitely wanted to earn her money. But finally I got angry and I lifted her skirt, there was not much to lift, and I gave her a spanking for being such a bad girl and trying to fuck a married man. I even gave her pussy a few gentle taps and the whore moaned when I did it. She was dripping as I spanked her.



You dirty slut wanting to fuck a married white man I said as I pushed her over and dropped my pants and just shoved my cock into her pussy. You like white cock I demanded? She told me she loved a good hard white cock and she was knocked up by a white man.



I pulled her over to a chair, took her too me and made her sit facing me with my cock in her pussy. Her sexy pregnant belly prevented me from seeing my cock inside of her, but I could sure feel it. I tore her top and sucked her tits and made her tell me how much she loved my white cock and what a whore she was. I rubbed her pregnant stomach as much as I rubbed those huge tits of hers. I felt her cum a few times and the last time I shoved my finger up her ass and she screamed in pleasure.



She pushed herself off and up and dropped down so my finger was replaced with me cock. Now I was pumping her pretty hard and fingering her pussy. I was biting her tit when she told me my wife would not be home for hours and to fuck her in our marriage bed. I picked her up, cock in her ass and my mouth on her tit and took her to the bedroom and fucker her ass until she came over and over again.



“Wow husband that was intense” she finally said as I smiled down and kissed her. “I was thinking that if I play this fantasy out again I would need to find one of those bicycle helmets for the baby so he would not get banged too hard in the head.” I even giggled at putting a helmet on a fetus.



I asked if she was sore, I was pretty hard on her and she said she did hurt a little. I had her lay quietly and I went into the bathroom and filed the tub with hot water and rose oil. I also washed off my cock, I would be using it later and I wanted it clean. I still had not cum yet, but I sure intended to.



I went back in and first I used a towel to wash off her pussy and ass. I wanted to cool her down a little, so I also used a cool washcloth too. Then I picked up my very tired wife. She tried so hard to keep everything fresh and loving for us. I lowered her into the water and began washing her off and she laid there, very pregnant and very content, until she saw that I was still hard.



“You know the rules husband that belongs to me, I only let you carry it for me” and she bent over and gave me a wonderful blow job as I washed her breasts.



I was pulled into the water, the tub was easily large enough for both of us, and she sat down on top of me, and my cock went into her pussy from behind. I liked the feel of it there and I continued to wash her as she rocked slowly back and forth. I washed her stomach but not really. What I was doing was caressing my woman, all of my woman, the fact she was getting a massage and clean at the same time was a side benefit for both of us.



This was not the first bath together and it would not be the last. Showers were ok, but a nice sexy bath with my man was what I really needed. The man shaved twice a day, he said he wanted to not chafe me.



I know it was wrong thinking of James at this moment, but it was not really him but how he had acted, that I was thinking about. James never made love to me, it was more like rape. When I was finally pregnant he seemed to find me repulsive, although he was not mean to me. Yes he did fuck me but not very often. I was always horny but he seemed ashamed of me, even turned off by my being pregnant. I think he only fucked me because he was just so horny and had to have some and I was his piece to knock off when he needed it.



Now I know that it was not me and that when I am pregnant I am beautiful.



Now my husband seems to want me more than ever and I am as big as a house and he can’t keep his hands off of me or his cock and tongue out of me. I loved that I came up with that hard cock rule. He would wake and enter me in the middle of the night. It just felt good knowing he was inside of me. He also kept putting oils on my body and that would lead me into having one orgasm after another. He did tell me he could not compete with the number of orgasms I had, and I would have to get used to his being hard and inside of me but not always cuming. I told him I owned him and he better cum when we had sex or I was going to beat she shit out of him; and he better come home from work with a ball sack full of cum for me or I might think he was letting someone else get what was mine. We both laughed knowing that there was no way he would do anything like that; but I kept him drained and sent him to work if not broken, definitely in need of a vacation and long rest for his cock. Eight hours rest and it would come back refreshed and ready for his loving wife.



I also told him that I intended to drain him every morning and every evening and any time I damn well wanted too in between. There was never going to be a need for him to think sex if I was not around to say “now”.



He claimed me in so many ways. He would spoon against me and reach down and put his entire hand over my pussy and massage it until I came. He would sperm my insides twice every day; sometimes maybe more.



He made sure that there was always a family member with me so I was not alone in case something happened during my pregnancy. But when he got home, they usually left in a hurry.



We both needed some good loving time together. There is nothing as sexy as your woman, carrying your baby inside of her, waiting to make love to you. And yes she was still my African princess and I was frequently the supplicant white man who had to do her homage. I did love that game too.



We played and loved all through her pregnancy. I massaged her feet, her legs, and everything else she had. We were lovers and showed our lover every minute. I went to Lamaze and became her coach.



The night before she gave birth I made love to her. She was uncomfortable but insisted we do it, as she had every day. This time she went on all fours and put her head on a pillow. I really did not want to hurt her or the baby but she smiled and said it was her right to demand and my duty to comply. I loved her painfully slow. I pushed in a little at a time from the rear, taking almost three minutes to go all the way down. There must have been something about that because she screamed in one orgasm after another on the down stroke and almost the same on the top stroke, which was just as slow.



I told Franklin that when he was hard it belonged to me. Every day he made love to me. I would suck him until he came in my mouth and he would lick me until I did the same. He was very gentle at the end of my time. I appreciated it. But his body was mine and I intended to claim it daily; it was my right. The last time before little Frankie was born he went slow, so slow that by the time he was all the way in I had three or four orgasms. Then the slow up stroke and I was in a constant state of arousal. I never felt anything like it. I think that is why I gave birth the next day, because he had worked me so hard that I had to give birth. An hour of slow sex had me almost passed out until he gave our son a shower.



When our son was born I cut the cord, I held him in my arms and looked into his eyes and saw the spark of life appear. I put him on his mother’s breast for his first taste of life. We would name him Franklin but not Armstrong, we would use Neil after my grandfather. So now I had a second son, Franklin Neil, little Frankie to everyone.



The family, had actually become a real family, and they were all there for the birth. Even Sarah and Frank appeared to be – well not friendly – but less combative. I later found out that Sarah had gone up to Frank’s girlfriend who was with him when he got news of his brother’s birth, and called her a skinny white bitch. Something was said about Frank not being able to handle a real black woman so a no ass white girl was his speed. I understand that his girlfriend gave as good as she got. Later Frank told me his sex with his girlfriend was the hottest he had ever had. Evidently Sarah’s insults made her push the sex as hard as she could with Frank. I was a little upset that Frank told Sarah to insult his next girlfriend too, it got him the best sex he ever had. Evidently Sarah got angry too, this was not the response she wanted.



But life was not all good for Ester. She complained that she was fat and not good looking that I would no longer love her. I made that feeling go away fast. I bought two treat mills and we “walked” together every day at home. I rubbed her not so tight stomach and kissed it all the time telling her it was evidence of her love for me that she let me create and then nurture our child inside of her. That youth was not what I loved about her, it was inside, but that I did love the way she looked. I always ended up her massage with her on her back watching as I loving slid my cock into a very wet pussy. That white tube sliding into a black sheath always turned me on. She got in better spirits pretty quick after a few weeks of that.



There was a bit of a dry spell thought after the baby was born. So to make up for it I went oral. She had two feeding off her tits. I did not know that a woman could orgasm from breast feeding. And I might not have been able to put anything into that sexy pussy of Ester’s, but I sure could do a lot of licking, kissing and nibbling. Ester did not lack for sex but it was oral. And that rule of Ester’s about my being hard, she still enforced it. Every time I was hard she just sucked me off and in the most sexy way. If we could 69 we did and if not, well having your woman look up at you with that loving and sexy face engulfing your cock as you had a huge cum, that is hot. And Ester did not do that shit blowjob crap. You know what I mean, where you only see the top of her head as she rests on your stomach and she yells at you if you cum in her mouth and she runs into the bathroom to spit it out in the toilet. Or stops sucking you off and just jacks it a few times until you cum into a Kleenex. That was not the kind of blowjob I got from Ester. She loved to give me pleasure.

In the morning when Julie woke up to a sound of someone entering the hut, she realized that she was still naked after the passionate session with chief. As she tried to find something to cover herself, three village women grabbed her by the arms and took her outside. There, they made her sit on a log and bathe her with warm water. When water started to flow down her body, she remembered that it was the day of bonding ceremony. It was her wedding day. She should be feeling happy, but something was keeping her away from that feeling.



As one woman poured water on to Julie’s head, other two got busy scrubbing every part of her body. They were amused by her different features and they took time feeling her full breasts, soft white skin and long hair. As far as the scrubbing went, they didn’t miss a spot. Julie had to stop a moan from escaping her mouth when they started washing her privates.



After drying Julie up, the women dressed her in a straw skirt and started to braid half of her long hair while fixing flowers and colorful pebbles in to it. Julie realized they must have made a new skirt just for her, because even though she was much taller than an average village woman, the skirt reached down to her knees just as other women wore them. Then they started to draw designs on her skin with red paint. They painted lines in a way that they highlighted a woman’s curves. Julie laugh when she realized that they have painted her breasts with rings that made her breasts look like two bulls-eye targets with her nipples at the centers.



When they started to usher Julie in the direction of the village, she panicked for a second realizing that she was topless. Then she remembered, village women didn’t wear anything to cover their tops and it was something she would have to get used to quickly after getting married to chief. When she reached chief’s big hut, she was being followed by a parade of celebrating villagers. Everything in the middle of the village was decorated and they had made something like a stage in front of the hut and it was decorated with plants and flowers. Surrounding it, on many stands, there were various kinds of food for the celebration. When she saw the crowd that was gathered in the place, she thought that the whole village must be attending the ceremony. After all it was the occasion their leader finally chose a first mate to be at his side. Other mates didn’t have a status above village elders, but a first mate was below only to the chief. A group of drummers were playing drums while young girls dance their traditional dance according to the beat. Everyone was eating, laughing and chatting.



When Julie reached the hut, the chief came out of the entrance. His body was also painted with redlines. He donned a ring of long feathers on his head and his privates were the most decorated part of his body. The penis seemed to be shining with some kind of oil and the huge scrotum was meticulously painted with fine designs in gold color. The braided pubes were decorated with numerous colorful gems and as always, the large blue gem hanged above the penis as the crown jewel.



The chief took Julie’s hand and led her on to the stage. She looked like an angel on the stage. Her body, especially her full breasts glowed like marble due to the rare exposure to bright sunlight. He was being unusually gentle with her and she had to force down a smile when she noticed that the chief was trying his best to look tall beside her. She thought, that must be something all men had in common; to be taller than the mate. Despite his best efforts, he was barely passing her shoulders. An old man arrived to face them with a cup in his hand and started to pray while holding the cup up in to the sky. All the villagers around them went silent and closed their eyes to pray silently with the old man. After about half an hour of praying, Julie was starting to get tired of standing still for a long time. Bringing a relief to her, the old man stopped the praying and among cheers of the villagers, he offered the cup to chief. He drank half of the cup in two gulps and offered it to Julie. She slowly took the cup in her hands, uncertain of what to do with it and the chief gave a motion of drinking and she knew she had to drink from it. It smelled awful and she took a small sip of it. It tasted more awful than the smell. With an expression of disgust, she quickly offered the cup back to chief. This brought a loud laughter from the villagers and the chief signed her to finish the whole cup. Seeing no other way of escaping, Julie pinched her nose close with one hand and gulped down the rest in three gulps. She felt sick drinking the foul drink and cursed the person who had the bright idea of making a bride drink foul things at her wedding.



Soon Julie started to feel something hot in her stomach. In few moments the heat started spread through her whole body. In a minute, her breathing started to get heavy and her nipple started to stand out proud. With a gasp, she realized that she was starting to get wet between her legs and her mind was getting overwhelmed with carnal desires. She guessed that the foul drink must have been an aphrodisiac. She welcomed the pleasure and the idea of being horny when the couple go in to the marriage bed. But it was too early in the celebration to get horny and the chief or the villagers didn’t appear to have the desire to leave the place anytime soon. While Julie concentrated on keeping her horniness at bay till the celebrations finish, chief’s hands started to push her down to all four position on the stage. Then she realized what was about to happen. She was going to have sex in front of a whole village while being high on an aphrodisiac.



The main event of the celebration was to witness the consummation of the bonding. It was a show of the groom’s strength and virility; a show of the bride’s femininity and fertility. Even small children attended the celebration to witness their king and queen’s capabilities. It was a normal thing to have sex in front of watching eyes in the village due to one room hut design. Children learned about ways of breeding at early ages watching their parents in the act. So everyone lifted whatever they were drinking or eating and cheered the initiation of the bonding act.



After successfully manipulating Julie in to the desired position, the chief knelt behind her holding his now oily, fully erected penis in hand. With the other hand, he undid the string that held her straw skirt on to her body. As the bunch of straws dropped on to the floor where her knees were placed; her full round ass came in to view decorated with a pussy that had pink lips dripping with excitement. While grabbing her hip with his arm, he pointed the large head of his cock at the dripping entrance to commence the bonding ritual.



Julie kept looking at the floor breathing heavily while she waited for the inevitable intrusion of Six bumps in to her. Her mind was a sexual blur. The aphrodisiac, the exposure of her nudity and the public sex act had her excited near to an orgasm. Then she felt the big head part her inner lips and press on her already pulsating opening. The chief grabbed hard on to her hips with both his arms and thrust in to her hard. Julie lifted her head and let out a very womanly shuddering moan. Then came the second thrust. She looked up with her now glazed blue eyes and let out a loud moan in a higher pitch. When the third thrust came, after much practice with chief, she instinctively got the perfect timing and pushed back to meet his thrust. The blue gem pressed hard on to her anus and Julie let out a hybrid of a moan and a scream while her whole body shuddered. Her eyes rolled back in to her head and she gurgled something incomprehensible as a splashing sound came and clear liquids started to flow down from the junction the chief and Julie were connected.



The crowd was going mad with cheering and clapping. They came for a show and they got even extra within the first minute of the show. It was rare to find a woman that can orgasm just by having a cock in her, and it was rarer to find a woman who squirted with orgasms. The chief have certainly found one of the rarest gems and he was capable enough to fully utilize its potentials. For the few people who had doubts about the outsider woman, that was more than enough to accept her eligibility as the chief’s first mate. The women who had an eye for the position and chief’s other mates that was jealous of Julie, silently accepted their defeat as they couldn’t compete with a performance like that.



With that single orgasm, the chief became the luckiest man in the village, instead of Julie becoming the luckiest woman in the village. She became the idol of all women and the most desired woman among the men. Girls would look up to her and all the boys would look for a little of Julie in a girl when they chose one. She would become the standard for beauty and fertility. She would become the rare gem of the village.



After the orgasm, Julie didn’t fully come back to the reality. She felt like she was in a constant half orgasm state and was possessed by a sex demon. From then on, the ceremonial bonding became a fucking competition between chief and Julie. She bucked like a mare and fucked back the chief vigorously. In an effort not to get pushed off or not to be out fucked by his first mate, he grabbed on to her long hair with one hand like a cowboy grabbing on to reins in a rodeo. While pulling on her hair to show her smooth long neck, he pounded back in to Julie, sending ripples of shock waves along her body from where his pelvis slapped loudly on her full soft ass. Mesmerizing the eyes of the spectators, her firm breasts defied gravity even when they were hung down and rocked back and forth in their own rhythm.



Julie wasn’t stopping fucking back even when she orgasmed and squirted. The indications to her climaxing were, when she changed her moans to animalistic groans, signs of muscles quivering and visible splashing of clear liquids splashing around where her vagina and chief’s cock battled for dominance. And during all that she didn’t miss a beat and thrust back to meet his thrusts. Their bodies started to drench with perspiration due to the heavy work out they were receiving and chief himself was now breathing hard to catch his breath.



The villagers were taken aback by Julie’s performance. Not only her beauty, her vigor and spirit seemed to be second to none too. She was giving the chief a run for his money, who was famed to be able to fuck women to be bed ridden for few days. A new found respect for Julie was starting to manifest in the hearts of the villagers. Among the pouring of cheers, a new chanting was beginning to grow. Soon the chanting became clear and loud.



“Aka una, aka una, aka una, aka una.”



The chanting went on and on as they cheered the strong white woman. The chanting meant ‘White spirit’. For the tribe, the holiest beings that governed the forest were spirits. In the half hour praying of the bonding ceremony they were praying to the spirits to give their blessings to the bonding and the village. So being called a spirit was an honor even few chiefs get to experience. For them it was the perfect bonding. The chief who was hailed as the ‘Tiger spirit’ for his ferociousness was now bonding with ‘White spirit’. The bonding of two spirits to guide the tribe was a blessing that came straight from the spirit land.



Hearing the villagers call his first mate the ‘White spirit’ made chief’s heart filled with pride. He thought that it must be true as nothing from the mortal world could be this beautiful. The idea of getting to breed a spirit turned him on so much, he pushed hard in to Julie and started to orgasm. Feeling him shooting his molten hot cum into her, Julie let out her last guttural scream and orgasmed while massaging the spurting cock with her walls. The chanting stopped and a loud cheer rang across the village as the bonding of the two spirits were finalized.



The excess of cum, dripped down on to Julie’s discarded straw skirt as the chief kept pumping seed in to her. The fine designs on the scrotum and lines in his pelvis were washed away thanks to Julie’s spray washing of love. When he pulled his cock out, she let her body fall on the floor of the stage. As the chief stood up with effort while breathing really hard, three woman came and lifted the sweat drenched body of Julie and carried her in to the hut. As they carried her, chief’s cum poured out of her open sex and left a trail behind them to show where the white spirit had gone to.



Sam entered the hut where he and his wife used to live. It had only been about a month since they took vows to be together forever and now he could hear the celebrations of his beautiful wife getting married to someone twice her age. On the mat was Julie’s neatly folded yellow sundress. Leaving her dress was the symbol of leaving her past world behind and entering a new world. She refused to take any mementoes from the old world in to the new world. On the dress, sparkling, was the diamond wedding ring he had put on her finger a month ago. The message Julie had left to Sam was crystal clear. Sam knelt in front of it and held the dress with the ring on it with his two arms. Dark spots started to appear on the dress as tears fell on it. He loved her and still did. Those were the mementoes Julie had left for him. The mementoes from his long lost lovely Julie before she changed in to someone he didn’t recognize. Mementoes from the woman he married before the chief killed her and put another woman in her body.



Sam thought that what Jack said and explained, made perfect sense now. He had slept in Jack’s hut after he realized the love making between the chief and Julie wasn’t going to end soon and he had already had enough of watching his wife enjoying another man. In the morning when Jack stopped Sam when he was about to go back to his hut and informed him that Julie was getting married to chief that day, he lost his mind. He started to run in to the forest. Even though it should take about one day to reach the poison forest, he was determined to run non-stop till he reach there and escape this nightmare or die trying.



Surviving in the forest for ten years had granted Jack a strong and nimble body too. Soon he caught up to Sam and tackled him down. He had a feeling about what Sam was about to do. He wasn’t going to give up on the friend he met after a decade. He was trying his best to keep Julie and Sam alive in this ordeal. He wasn’t happy, but was glad when Julie changed her personality and insured her survival in this harsh place. For Jack, Sam and Julie were more than friends. After a decade of isolation from outside world, he immediately opened his heart to the young couple. Julie looked and behaved so much like his little sister at home, he immediately started to love her as his own sister. Soon he started to love Sam as a younger brother that he never had. They were his family. And he wasn’t planning on letting a family member die a useless death.



After the tackle, Sam tried to wrestle Jack off of him. Jack knew talking wouldn’t calm Sam down and delivered a powerful punch in to his chin. After seeing stars for few minutes, he had calmed down enough to listen to reason. He sat on the ground and screamed while crying,



“That whore took vows with me a month ago and now she can’t get enough of that old monkey’s dick. She was a slut enough to fuck another in front of me, but I never thought a woman could stoop low enough to marry again while being married to another man.”



Jack let out a sigh and sat on the ground in front of Sam.



“Sam, if you are done letting it out, please listen to what I have to say. I completely understand how you feel and I personally think you did well not to get killed in this whole mess. I’m not a scientist, but I’m quite knowledgeable about human mind. That woman who is getting married, is not the Julie you loved or married,” Jack said looking in to Sam’s eyes.



Sam kept looking at Jack with big eyes that had a look of amazement and confusion before replying.



“What do you mean she’s not Julie?”



After clearing his throat, Jack entered in to his former academic mode.



“Alright, this might sound strange, so try to bear with me. All humans have different personalities in them. But there’s always a major personality that defines who we are. Other personalities are made from desires and feelings the deep mind experience throughout our lives. Some personalities never come out and some temporarily come out when our mind is instable. For example, when we are angry or drunk. In some occasions when the human mind is exposed to a big shock or a pain, something that could shake the foundation or the very structure of a personality and if the person really do not want to modify or change the major personality they have, as a defense mechanism, the original personality enters in to a state like hibernation. A new personality that had been sleeping and deemed not as important as the main one, normally takes over as the major personality.”



Jack stopped his explanation briefly to see if Sam was understanding what he was saying. The look of realization in Sam’s eyes answered his question.



“Do you mean the same happened to Julie? A new personality took over to protect herself?” Sam asked in disbelief.



“Yes I think so. Being with Julie for so long, you must have realized it was impossible for a person to change completely in one day. The Julie we both love must have gone in to hibernation during the rape. That woman loved you too much to let go and didn’t want to accept the rape. She sacrificed her own body to preserve her love for you.”



Jack looked at Sam with a raised eye brow and asked,



“Do you still want to throw your life away and just give up?”



Sam put his arms on his head.



“Oh my god, I’m such a fool. Julie once told me that when she was small, she had multiple personality disorder. It all makes sense now. I knew so much about Julie to know that it wasn’t her but wasn’t wise enough to realize what had happened. Instead of rationally think about it, I blamed my lack of manliness and Julie’s unfaithfulness.”



“With age comes wisdom, Sam,” Jack said while putting an arm on his shoulder and smiled.



At that moment, Sam’s old personality and confidence came back to him. It wasn’t the Julie he loved that rejected him or found him inadequate. It was the new personality. The real Julie loved him enough to reject the pleasures she felt from a big penis and chose to give up her body rather than being unfaithful to him. It was him who was lack of love or trust. While standing up, Sam promised to himself that he would never again give up on his wife. As a phoenix rising from ash stronger; Sam rose to his feet with a stronger heart.



The tears that fell on the yellow dress weren’t tears of sorrow. Those tears were a tribute to the old Julie who chose to love him over death. Knowing that made him love Julie even more. Even if it was another personality that was getting married, it was still a part of Julie and the real Julie was also still sleeping in that beautiful body. Realizing that, all the sorrow and hatred washed away from Sam’s mind. If the new Julie was going to be happy by entering a new life with the chief, he was going to give his blessing. He felt in a way that the new personality is the sister of Julie he loves. There was no reason to being upset about his sister-in-law marrying someone. Still, there was a chance that old self of Julie might come back. Sam determined himself to be alive and be close to Julie as in case if she came back to her old self, he didn’t want her to find herself alone.



When Julie woke up, she found herself lying on fur instead of a straw mat. It felt good to be lying on something soft after a long time. When she surveyed the hut, it was the size of a small room and was heavily decorated. Light seeped in to the hut through a window slit and she knew that she didn’t sleep through her wedding day. Her whole body blushed when she thought back about how she behaved in front of the whole village. Looking around she noticed that her body had been cleaned and a new straw skirt was placed right beside the pile of fur she was lying on. She put on the skirt and slowly walked out of the entrance and was surprised to find herself in a big hut that resembled a meeting hall. There were three more entrances to other rooms like huts and a big entrance as the exit. The chief’s hut was the only hut in the village that had room-like small huts connected to it. One as chief’s bedroom, one for his mates, one as a kitchen, one as storage and in middle of all, the big meeting hut for his official use.

Suddenly one of chief’s mates came to Julie and led her in to the kitchen to give her something to eat. Only then she realized, she didn’t eat anything for the day and was starving. In the kitchen, Julie got to know the other two mates of chief and his young daughter. They were very friendly and respectful towards Julie. To them, the white spirit deserved utmost respect. One of them looked to be around 40 and she had started to gain weight and had very saggy breasts. Other one seemed to be around 30 and had a normal body with a very pleasant face. The young girl seemed to be around 12. All of them were around four feet and Julie felt like a giant among them. They tried to communicate with each other while eating. The elder one was trying to teach Julie their language. The younger one was innocently smiling while admiring her beauty. The girl was very playful and was obsessed with her long hair. Julie and the girl immediately bonded with each other. She felt that the elder mate was playing the mother role and the younger one was like an innocent elder sister. When it got dark, they lit up a fire in middle of the big hut and gathered around it. The girl, whose name Julie found out to be Maali was leaning on to her while hugging her hand. She seemed to love Julie and was always around her the whole day.



When the night time came, the chief entered the hut after completing his official duties. The other mates brought dinner to the middle hut and served chief and Julie. During the dinner, there were lot of eye contacts between the chief and Julie. She blushed knowing what was to come after the dinner. When the sleeping time came, Maali insisted that she get to sleep with white spirit and refused to let go of Julie. Julie had to laugh when her mother, the elder mate said something sternly to her and dragged her away in to the mates’ hut. As the younger mate started to put off the fire, the chief stood up and offered his hand to Julie. Julie looked up at him with her blue eyes and gave her hand to him while lowering her gaze to let him lead her to their marriage bed.



In the hut, Julie let go of chief’s hand and untied her straw skirt. Then to the surprise of chief, she pushed him on to the fur and made him lay down on his back. It was the first time a woman took control or he let one take control during a breeding. But knowing the white spirit always had sweet tricks to surprise him, he followed her lead. It was her wedding night and Julie wanted to give chief something special. So first, she knelt between his legs and started to stimulate the giant with her mouth. The moonlight was seeping through in to the hut from the window slit and the chief could see her skillfully licking all over his cock and scrotum. Julie wanted to take the cock in to her mouth, but it was too big to fit in her mouth without having her teeth biting on it. After a while, his cock was dripping with her saliva and was pulsing with excitement. Then she crawled up his body like a cat, rubbing her full breasts from his thighs, penis, and stomach, and all the way to the chest to give him a deep kiss in the mouth. Their tongues danced in their mouth while chief ground his penis against her flat stomach in desperation.



Julie also felt his need and her vagina was also now itching for some cock. With a wicked smile, she knelt up while straddling chief’s hips and positioned herself in a way that her vagina was directly on top of his penis base. Then she lifted her body up a bit, grabbed the huge cock and placed the head right at her opening and smiled looking straight in his eyes. The chief was at a loss of words as this was something he had never imagined as a way of breeding but the idea itself was enough to turn him on like he never had.



Holding the penis from the base, Julie relaxed her legs to let the gravity take over and impale her with his big cock. She let out a long moan while looking up as his cock slid in to her depths with bump after bump massaging her clit as they slid in to her. It was a slow continuous fluid motion as she surrendered her love passage to the gravity and the giant cock. After a minute and a half of sliding down his cock while continuously moaning, Julie’s vaginal lips kissed the base of the cock as the blue gem kissed her clitoris. Then Julie had her first orgasm of the night. Her whole body shook with a deep loud moan and wetness started to drip down from chief’s pelvis. She quickly recovered from the orgasm and looked smiling at the big eyed chief. He had never seen such an erotic scene. He had to try hard not to cum when Julie started to orgasm.



“Ok big guy, why don’t we start the ride?”



Julie said as she started to send ripples down her body. The ripples started with her rocking shoulders and her spine transferred the ripple down to her hips. Her hips and thighs then moved her pelvis in a circular thrusting motion. It was a slow sensual moment that made the iron made chief to half close his eyes and moan in pleasure from witnessing her dance of seduction. Julie moaned and brought her arms up seductively while touching her body from along her thighs, up her flat stomach, round her dancing breasts and along her neck then pushed her fingers in to the strands of her hair. With her hand on head and moaning, she sped up her dancing. As wave after wave of moments went down her body to stroke the giant cock with her velvet glove, the chief extended his arms and started to play with her dancing breasts. After a shrieking scream, she came another time and dropped her torso on to chief, while breathing hard to catch her breath and still impaled on his cock. The chief also was breathing hard after his hard battle not to cum during the erotic display she put on for him. After catching their breaths, they looked in to each other’s eyes and smiled sharing thousand words in that glance. Once again the lovers were sharing a deep kiss to reaffirm their bond.



After the kiss, Julie had one more trick up her sleeve that she wanted to show that night. Again with an evil smile, she lifted up her torso and while still being impaled on chief, she place one of her feet flat on the fur and then the other. Now she was squatting on him. To take things one step further, she put each arm on her knees and spread them apart until her thighs were perpendicular to the body the chief. Her stance was like a sumo wrestling stance and she was still impaled on the cock.



The chief was again at a loss of words after seeing this position. It completely opened up her sex and the way his cock impaling her was very clear. It looked so vulgar and so erotic at the same time. Julie stayed still like that looked at the chief with lusty eyes and started rocking her pelvis back and forth. The chief felt that he was getting very close to cumming and started to thrust up in to Julies opening. She was moaning loud and was having a difficult time keeping her balance in the new position while being hammered by a giant cock. But the way it left her so exposed and the un-lady likeness turned her on massively. Within minutes, she was cumming and fell on chief. She shook on top of him while groaning loud with pleasure. The chief also lost his control and started cumming while she laid on him. When Julie came down from her orgasm the chief was still cumming in her. She loved the feeling of cum shooting in her. She lifted her head and once again gave a deep kiss to chief. He grunted and she moaned inside their locked lips every time he shot cum in to her. After some time, the insemination stopped. Julie broke the kiss and looked deep in to chief with her blue eyes and said “I love you” before resting her head beside his and fell asleep, still impaled by his cock.



When the chief woke up in the morning, Julie was still sleeping on him with his cock impaled. Her soft breasts were deliciously pressing on to his chest and he could feel her soft breathing and calm heartbeat. He turned his dead to find her angelic face, eyes closed and a faint smile decorating her lips. Just remembering the erotic events that happened last night made his cock swell in to full attention. Feeling her walls start to stretch from inside, Julie let out a faint moan while still sleeping. He still couldn’t believe a woman could be so alluring, beautiful and innocent outside the bed and become a sex goddess on the bed. She went over and beyond to pleasure him last night and he was glad he got to experience something like that before his life ended. He moved his now swelled cock a bit inside Julie and realized, the load of cum he pumped in to Julie last night was still in her and was acting as a great lubricant. She had shown him a great collection of wonderful tricks last night and he thought it was about time he repaid her with one of his tricks.



The chief rolled Julie on to her right side and rotated himself till he was kneeling straddling her right long leg holding her left leg up, pointing it in to the roof. All this happened in one quick swift move and apart from a groan, Julie was still in her dreams having sex. Then he hugged her toned left thigh tight on to his chest and started jackhammering his cock in to Julie. There were no foreplay or slow initiation. His large scrotum was resting on Julie’s right inner thigh and his pelvis was a blur, pumping in to Julie in break neck speed.



“uugh? WHAT? WHAT?” was Julie’s first response at the sudden attack in to her most sensitive place. When she looked down in panic to see what was happening between her legs, she found chief’s blur pelvis as he jackhammered in to her like a horny bunny. It was too much sensation at once and she was still very sensitive from last night’s adventure. It felt good and but was over whelming enough to make it some kind of a sweet pain. The relentless attack on her over sensitive walls were too much bear and she wanted to crawl away from the onslaught.



“No.ugh!please.ah!stopfor.eh!moment.mgh!ai!fuckyou.ah!” Julie muttered as she tried to use her arm to crawl away and give her pussy a little break. But the chief was holding her left thigh very tight and soon her whole body started to go rigid with an oncoming forced orgasm. This was very different from any orgasms she had ever felt. It felt like her walls, her clit and whole body was being poked by thousands of needle, but it was painful and so good at the same time. Fireworks started to show in her vision and the whole body started to writhe in a mix of pain, lust and uncontrollable passion. Her left leg extended rigidly and her toes pointed up painfully like a ballerina. Finally her fingers grabbed on to the fur with a vise grip and she let out a murderous scream while her body and limbs writhed uncontrollably with inhuman strength. The chief got kicked back hard enough in the chest to send him flying off the pile of fur and landed on the floor. She was still twitching and rolling around while groaning when the two other mates and Maali came running to the room to see who had gotten hurt. Maali was the first one to burst up laughing seeing what had happened and where her father had ended. Soon the other two followed and he felt so embarrassed he gave an angry look at the laughing crowd and they quickly dispersed in to other rooms.



When Julie came down from her orgasm, chief was still on the floor looking at her with amazement.



“Serves you right bastard,” She said while laughing,



“But thanks.” Julie’s blue eyes were now burning lust.



She felt weak after the mind boggling orgasm. But wanted to do something nice to him for giving her that unwanted sweet orgasm. She crawled down from the fur pile to where the chief was still sitting down with his legs spread, showing the rock hard cock. She grabbed the shaft with her two hand and put her opened lips on the head and started suck and lick the opening while stoking the cock fast with her hands.



The chief admitted defeat. There was no beating the white spirit on the bed. He felt like Julie was sucking the very soul out of him. He leaned back on his arms and let the pleasure take over, and instead of usual groaning, he moaned loud when he started to shoot out seed. And what happened next, blew his mind off. She didn’t take her mouth off as he predicted when her started coming. The hand still strokes the shaft encouraging the seeding and she stopped sucking, but kept her lips tightly around the head and kept waiting. At first he could see her cheeks start to stretch with the huge amount of cum he was shooting and then making the chief skip a heartbeat, he saw her throat bone move up and with a loud gulping sound, it went down. And it repeated again and again. She was drinking his seed. He never imagined that something like that was even possible and it was the most arousing thing he had ever seen. The village women looked at seed with disgust, but she was moaning while gulping down one load after the other and was looking at him with her bright blue eyes. The chief threw his head up and moaned louder in pleasure while cumming even harder. Julie knew he was going to cum for a long time and was going to cum a lot. She was getting tired of being on her elbows, so she lied down on her side and rested her head on the side of his thigh while still keeping her mouth on his cock. The chief kept pumping and Julie kept gulping down every load like a suckling baby.



Julie loved the taste of chief’s cum and moaned once in a while savoring the flavor and texture while she fed on it. She used one hand to keep the pulsating monster pointed to her mouth and used the other to massage the pulsating large testicles. Right when she was starting to feel really full, the cock stopped pumping seed and started to go soft. She disengaged her lips from the cock while burping softly.



The chief still couldn’t believe it. Julie drank all of his cum without spilling out one drop. She knelt up facing him while smiling wide and kissed him. He tasted a little of his own semen in her mouth, but nothing mattered anymore. While they exchanged their kiss, the chief felt a trace of some unfamiliar feelings in his heart. He stopped thinking and redirected his mind in to kissing back the sex goddess.



After the chief left the hut for his duties, Julie had to sleep in for at least another two hours. After she woke up, she put on one of her straw skirts and went to the kitchen in search of other members of the family. There were about 5 women in the kitchen and she entered among cheers and clapping from the women. It looked like the mates of the chief weren’t good at keeping family matters to themselves and had spread the news of what happened, throughout the whole village by sunrise. Julie’s white skin turned pink as she blushed in embarrassment. Still it elevated Julie’s position among woman as the only one that had been able to out fuck the Tiger spirit. When they offered her breakfast, she had to pass on it as she was full with a healthy potion of cum in her belly.



Julie’s life started to revolve around meeting with other women during the day and mind blowing carnal love making with chief at night. Every morning, she received a healthy dosage of seed to drink from chief after the regular blowjob. He couldn’t get enough of Julie’s mouth loving, and Julie couldn’t get enough of the taste and the submission she felt while she drank his seed like a suckling baby.



The other mates were starting to get confused by Julie’s constant refusal to eat breakfast. They knew the chief was focusing entirely on breeding Julie, so the eldest mate was keen on keeping Julie healthy and nurtured. In the tribe, the birth rate was so low, a woman was considered lucky to conceive even after six months of breeding. Chief was the known most virile male in the whole tribe. He was able to breed a woman normally in four months. As he bred other high-cast women, the chief gifted his own children to high-cast couples that had trouble conceiving. Maali was the only child he decided to keep with him as she was the first girl born from one of his own mates. In their culture, daughters were considered assets and were valued higher than the boys.



Everyone in the tribe wanted to witness a child, conceived by two spirits. Chief had proven himself to be a first class breeder. So, the eldest mate was adding fertility medicine in to Julie’s food. Hence, Julie’s refusal to eat breakfast was starting to trouble both mates.



The mystery got solved when one day when curious Maali decided to peek in and see what her father and white spirit was up to every morning. She was shocked to see Julie greedily gulping down chief’s seed while kneeling in front of the standing chief. Soon the two mates got to know about the bizarre love making method and soon all the village women were listening to the news with amazed faces.



From then on, the two mates were starting to peek in as Julie and Chief fucked each other with different ways every night. Through the mates, the village women were learning about bizarre ways of spirit love making. Whatever erotic or perverted thing Julie came up with while she and chief fucked, the village women were starting to worship them as the proper ways of spirit breeding. Soon more and more village women were gulping down their men’s seed and were riding their big cocks. And the men were blessing the white spirit for teaching their women the hidden ways of breeding pleasures.



Without knowing, Julie was starting to change the tribe’s social structure from inside. Her reputation was growing day by day and only one person in the tribe was unhappy with Julie. It was the medicine woman. She was starting feel as if her influence over the tribe was starting to weaken day by day as Julie’s influence took over. She was no longer the highest woman in the tribe. She had taken precautions to ensure that the tribe’s blood would be unspoiled by outsiders. When she made the medicine for the chief to make Julie stretch easier from his precum, she included medicine that would make chief sterile for couple of weeks. She thought that after breeding the pale woman few times, the chief would lose interest as he normally did. Her calculations went wrong when the chief got addicted to Julie’s body. She wasn’t able to stop him from making her the first mate, but after that she made sure that Julie wouldn’t get pregnant by sending Julie fertility medicines that would make her infertile as long as she took them every three days. The old woman predicted that as long as Julie doesn’t give birth to chief’s son, she wouldn’t be able to gain a proper position in the tribe. But now that was also changing.



As the medicine woman trembled with anger and jealousy, she remembered the new order from the chief’s mate asking for fertility medicine. With her old hands, she replaced the medicine with a secret poison that could slowly kill a human over a period of a week. She would explain the tribe that the white spirit came down with a disease from the spirit world.



The medicine woman had the perfect plan for the perfect crime, but there was a small hole in her plan. She didn’t account for her apprentice to see her switching the medicine for Julie with something she took out from her secret poison box. The apprentice was one of the girls who worshipped the white spirit and her beauty. Julie was always kind to her when she delivered medicines. White spirit was very humble even if her status was the highest in the tribe among women. So when the medicine woman handed her the poison to deliver to chief’s hut, she straight went to the chief and explained what had happened. When the chief summoned another medicine woman to check the medicine to ensure it had poison, they got to know that the old woman was sending infertility medicines as fertility medicine. Proving the words of the apprentice, they found traces of poison too.



The chief was furious and went with his soldiers to capture the medicine woman. Sensing danger, the medicine woman was keeping her eyes on the village and when she saw the furious chief and his men, she took one of her secret potions and fled in to the Jungle. The chief sent men pursuing after her and returned to the village. The medicine woman was fast for her old age and managed to reach the poison jungle in a day. The men after her saw her running in to the poison jungle and gave up their chase. When they came back to the village and reported what had happened. The chief concluded that, in fear of his wrath, the medicinal woman had committed suicide by entering the poison jungle. The next medicine woman was quickly appointed as there were three more women in the tribe with medicinal knowledge. But still, the previous was considered as one of the best in past few generations. Julie also got explained what had happened and she was also disappointed that all the amazing sex she had with chief weren’t going to make her pregnant. But after three days, things were going to go back to normal and the chief would start the real breeding of Julie. Soon, as Julie counted her three days with excitement, the village went back to its normal slow existence.

Two days after the incident, Sam was walking in to the village with Jack. Sam preferred not to go in to the village since he never felt welcomed there. But this time as he walked among huts and tribe people, he noticed that they didn’t look first at his penis and looked disgustingly at him. Julie had given a good impression about white outsiders to the villagers. They didn’t respect Sam. But for the sake of looking same as their beloved white spirit, they didn’t look at him with disgust anymore. The reason Sam followed Jack in to the village was to get a glimpse of Julie. He was missing his wife. He wanted to see her blue eyes and check if there were any traces of his wife in them. It was the purpose of his life now. Be close to the body of Julie and be sure that he’s there for her when his wife comes back as the major personality.



Before long, Sam got his wish granted. At the village center, Julie was talking with some women in a mix of native and sign language. A few feet away the chief was there with two of his men. A native girl was hanging on to her arm and was surrounded by many more girls. It looked funny as some girls had their whole body painted white as if they were trying to look like Julie. Still among them, Julie stood tall like a goddess. The golden rays from the evening sun were making her white skin look like gold. Her full breasts were standing proud on her exposed chest. There was a primal beauty about her with all the native wear she had on. As she was talking, her eyes turned to Sam who was looking at from about five feet away. Their eyes met for a second before she looked away as if wanting to avoid his gaze. In that second, Sam saw a fraction of his wife deep in the blue ocean. It was as if she was reaching for him but she couldn’t. That was all he wanted to know. His beloved wife was still living in a corner of Julie’s mind.



While wiping a tear from his eye, Sam turned to go back to his hut. As he turned he noticed something unusual within the crowd. An old woman with her face painted and a straw coat covering her whole body. A blow pipe started to emerge from within straws and started to point toward Julie that was towering over the short women and girls. As the woman take a deep breath, Sam stopped thinking and started to run toward Julie. The woman exhaled her breath fast and a poison dart was flying toward Julie. The sudden blow sound attracted every ones attention to the woman. As Julie, chief, Jack and everyone around watched, the poison dart closed in towards Julie. Suddenly Sam’s body came in to Julie view, covering the approaching dart.



The moment the dart hit Sam’s neck, his eyes met Julie’s. In Sam’s eyes, Julie saw nothing more than love. Sam’s body hit the ground and he tried to get up, he felt his whole body starting to go numb. It was much faster than the dart he had experience before. Soon a black ring was darkening his vision and it completely got dark as he went unconscious.



The woman was the medicine woman who had come to take revenge on Julie for stealing everything she had from her. Her plan was to kill Julie and die, instead of dying in the jungle. She could have easily survived with her skills in the jungle, but she was old and she had no life outside the tribe. As she tried to reload the blow pipe while cursing Sam for interfering with her revenge, she felt a spear go through her arm making her drop the pipe. Soon she was surrounded by soldiers.



As Julie witnessed Sam go down defending her, she felt a sharp pain in her head. The look in his eyes as he jumped in front of her burned in to her soul. Deep in her soul, Julie the girl witnessed her love of life, giving his life to protect her. As she looked at the motionless body of Sam, his wife screamed in sorrow deep in her heart. Julie the woman felt that she was again in a fight for dominance. This time Julie the girl was coming strong with the sorrow of seeing her motionless husband. Julie suddenly grabbed her head and while screaming, she fell down unconscious.



After the dramatic incident of capturing the former medicine woman, Sam dying on the ground and Julie’s sudden falling unconscious; everyone was confused about what to do. The chief took his charge as the ruler and instructed people to take Julie in to the hut and take Sam to the medicine woman immediately. He could have easily ignored Sam and let him die, but the chief felt in debt to Sam for sacrificing himself to protect the white spirit. Then he looked at the old woman with his eyes burning with anger and ordered his soldiers to tie her to the big poll in the village. He was going to grant her death wish, but it was going to be a painfully slow one.



The new medicine woman struggled to detoxify the poison in Sam’s body. The former medicine woman was the real deal and nobody knew how to completely negate her secret poison. Somehow the new medicine woman also wasn’t an ordinary one. She took it personally as a way to show her capability as the new medicine woman by overcoming the former’s poison. As the other medicine women in the village labored to revive Julie from her sleep, she labored beside Sam for hours before she finally stabilized his condition. It wasn’t a perfect treatment and Sam’s will to live was put to real test.



Sam opened his eyes and surveyed the hut he was in. It wasn’t his hut. It was filled with dried plants and lot of clay pots. The smell of herb over powered his sense of smell. He was still feeling very groggy and sleepy and it felt like his body didn’t have any strength left in it. When he slowly turned his head, Jack was sitting beside him smiling wide while letting out a sigh of relief.



“Man, you are something else. You risked your life to save Julie without a hint of hesitation and escaped certain death. It looks like there’s much more to you than I thought,” Jack said while putting a hand on Sam’s shoulder. He was genuinely glad that Sam survived.



“How long have I been out?” Sam asked while clearing his dry throat.



“You had been out for two days. You were fighting with death on your own for the last whole day. Your will to live was amazing,” Jack answered as he put a bowl of water to Sam’s lips to drink.



“How’s Julie? Is she ok?” Sam asked after drinking the whole water bowl like it was his last drink.



“You saved her life for sure. But, after seeing you go down, she screamed and fell unconscious. She’s still in a deep sleep in chief’s hut. Don’t’ worry, she’s not in any danger. They are taking good care of her and I’m sure she would wake up at any moment. For now you drink this porridge and focus on regaining your strength,” Jack said while putting a bowl of porridge to Sam’s lips.



Sam drank the porridge and closed his eyes to fall asleep. He needed to regain his life force after the intense battle with the grim reaper. The reaper had attacked him with its sickle relentlessly. All Sam could do was dodge for his life. In the battle, he fell to his knees many times and the reaper almost had his head many times. But each time he fell, memories of Julie came to his mind. He had to survive. He had to survive for Julie and not leave her alone in this hell. Magically a sword came to his hand. The sword was actually the medicine he was given. From then on he fought back ferociously and it took forever and all his strength to defeat the reaper, but he won in the end.



As Sam fell in to a deep sleep from exhaustion, Jack went to the village center. The old woman was hanged by her arms on the pole and her pointed toes were barely touching the ground. The chief has ordered the former medicine woman to be starved to death. Jack went there because he had a burning question that needed to be answered. After two days of not having food or water, the old woman was starting to wrinkle like dried prune. There were few guards a bit far near a fire. It was night and Jack managed to bring a small cup of water with him, unnoticed. When the old woman opened her eyes when she felt a presence in front of her, she saw Jack with a water cup in his hand. With a barely audible whisper she started to beg Jack for a sip of water.



“I’ll give you water, and I’ll even make your suffering end, if you answer truthfully to my questions.” Jack told the woman in native language.



A sip of water and a quick death was all she was dreaming for at the moment. So she nodded in agreement.



“How did you survive a whole day in the poison jungle without any harm?” Jack asked his question.



The woman raised her gaze to meet Jack’s and looked at him for few moments before she answered. She explained that she had managed to create the ultimate antidote potion after years of research. After consuming, it could make a person immune to any poison for about three days. She had used it before she fled in to the poison jungle.



This was the breakthrough Jack was waiting for to escape this place. While giving a sip of water to the woman, he asked whether there were more of this potion with her. She seemed to be hesitating to answer that. Jack knew that were more of it, from the reaction of the woman.



“Let’s make a deal. If you tell me the place you keep the potion, I’ll take the white spirit away from this village forever. And if you want I’ll even bring a poison to you that will end your suffering.”



For the woman, this was the deal of her life time. She gets a quick death and the cursed white woman would be taken away from her village. If she cannot kill her, this was the next best thing she could have hoped for. So, she told all the details about the hidden place of her potions. But there was a small problem. The antidote had to be mixed with another medicine in the body to work. She had already had that in her body, so she only had to the drink the antidote. The other medicine was a rare flower and it bloomed only once a year and it had to be consumed fresh. The plant was considered holy and a big bush of those plants were being taken care of in the village center. Every child was fed the flower when they passed one year of age.



Jack went to the old woman’s hut and found her hidden potions; one with the antidote and one with the fast acting poison. The antidote vial was small and it was barely enough for three people. He went back to the woman to confirm that he got the right potions since he was unsure whether the old woman was tricking him to drinking poison. But when he asked for proof, she asked him to reach in to her pouch and he would get his confirmation. From the pouch, he pulled out an empty vile with the same markings as the antidote and one barely used, with same markings as the poison. It was enough confirmation for Jack and he mixed the poison with water and offered in to the old woman granting her last wish. He watched from far as the woman take her last breath and the body go limp.



Next morning, Sam regained enough strength to walk and Jack took him to his own hut and advised Sam to rest and regain his strength as soon as he can. Sam was puzzled his advice, but followed it knowing Jack always had reason behind everything he said.



While unconscious, Julie was waging her own battle inside her head. Enraged by the death of her husband, Julie the girl fought hard for the dominant place. After a three day battle, Julie the woman had to give up and take up the position of a dormant personality. She opened her eyes to find the two mates besides her looking worried. She turned to the younger mate and inquired about the white male and how long she had been unconscious. Giving the best good news she ever had in her life time, she answered that the white male was doing fine.



Tears flowed from Julie’s eyes with happiness and then she remembered about the medicines. After the incident of finding out that the old medicine woman was giving her birth control medicines, she had taken fertility medicines from the new one. And from the mates, she got to know that she had been sleeping for three days. The old medicine should have worn off and the new medicine should be taking effect in her body making her extremely fertile at that day. The chief would definitely try to breed her after knowing that she had woken up. Even if she managed to fake illness, eventually she would be bred by him in the future. If she was going to get pregnant, she wanted to carry the child of the man she loved. Not the child of an old native man. Julie knew she had to do something and do it quickly.



In a hurry, she tried to get up only to be stopped by the two mates. They were telling her that she must sleep and rest. Julie looked at the eldest mate and told her that she must go. Tears were flowing non-stop across her cheeks and she pleaded the mate. As a woman, the elder mate understood her plead and let go of her while instructing the younger one to do the same. They thought that she wanted to thank the man that saved her life. Julie thanked them while crying and started running toward Sam’s hut.



Sam was sleeping in the hut when Julie suddenly barged in through the entrance. She was panting hard to catch her breath after running so fast. Sam got up and was looking at her with big eyes and opened mouth, thinking that he was imagining things. When Julie’s searching eyes met Sam’s, right then Sam understood that his dear Julie had come back. Tears started pouring from both their eyes as they kept looking at each other and then Julie jumped on to Sam who was now sitting on the mat and hugged him tight.



“Sam! Oh my god, tell me I’m not dreaming. Please tell me I’m not dreaming,” Julie cried while hugging her long lost husband.



“You are not dreaming angle,” Sam whispered in to Julie’s ear as he wrapped his right hand around her to hug her tight and left to hold her head on to his shoulder in a caring manner. Julie lifted her head to look in to Sam’s eyes and leaned in to kiss him deep to make sure that he was real and not a part of her dreams.



Julie and Sam shared a deep soul kiss for about five minutes before they separated. While looking back at Sam with her blue eyes, Julie started to remember all the things she had done with the chief and how cruel her other self had been to Sam. She remembered how broken his eyes looked at that time, but when she looked at him now, they looked much stronger than they had ever been. Julie was overwhelmed with shame and guilt for what she had done to Sam and what kind of unfaithful things she had done with the chief. She basically married that old man and she didn’t understand how she could begin to explain what she had done wasn’t actually done by her.



“I know I did things to you that cannot be ever forgiven. I’m so sorry Sam. I didn’t wish for things to happen like this. I had no control. I let that old pervert ruin me. But I don’t know how to explain it to you,” Julie said while looking down in shame and new tears started to fall down from her face.



“Shhhhh…you don’t have to say anything anymore Julie. I know what happened. Jack helped me realize that. And I still remember you said you had troubles with split personalities when you were young. So don’t feel ashamed about anything. All that matters is that we love each other,” Sam said while lifting her face by her chin and giving her a reassuring kiss on her beautiful lips.



“I’m so lucky to have met a person like you Sam. But still, I’m a spoiled good now. My body is tainted by that monster. A wonderful person like you do not deserve something dirty as me. He destroyed my,” Julie got silence by another kiss from Sam.



“I said all that matters is that we love each other. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. But, it was your beautiful mind that made me fall in love with you. So what your body did with that monster, do not lessen the love I have for you by even a fraction. Past few days, I came to love you even more than I ever did,” Sam said while looking deep in to Julie’s eyes.



By looking at his eyes, Julie understood that he meant every word he said. She wouldn’t be able to repay him in her life time for accepting her tainted body and she thought that she could at least start the repaying now. She wiped the tears off her face and gave another deep kiss Sam. This wasn’t as gentle as the first one. It was filled with lust.



Julie had remembered the main reason she escaped to meet Sam. She wanted him to plant his seeds in her before that old crook got the chance to get in between her legs. Julie’s face turned serious as she explained Sam about the medicines and she was as ripe as a woman can get at that moment.



“Sam please make love to me and give me your baby. If I’m going be pregnant, I want the child of my husband. I don’t want to be bred by an old rapist,” Julie said while crying.



Sam understood the situation and he was thankful to Julie for taking a big risk to come and present him the honor of giving her first baby. He held her face with his both hands and gave her a deep loving kiss. Julie loved to engage in that moment of love and foreplay forever, but she knew that anytime the chief would find out that she was gone and come looking for her. They were short on time to make a baby.



While kissing, Julie undid her straw skirt and broke their loving embrace to lie down on the mat. On the mat, she spread her legs wide inviting Sam to get in between her legs and perform his duty as her lawful husband. It was the most erotic and beautiful thing Sam had ever seen. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen was lovingly inviting him to breed her and give her, her first child. He was enjoying the view he was presented for a moment.



“Sam I’m sorry, but I don’t think we have much time. We have to make this quick my love,” Julie said with hint of fear.



Sam quickly got on top of Julie’s beautiful body and humped his hip forward to find her opening with his penis. It wasn’t hard to find the opening of his wife as he had had sex with her so many times before. But unexpectedly his penis went in to her depths unopposed and his whole penis was in her in one small thrust. After having a monster cock at least once a day for weeks, Julie’s sex was ruined for Sam by the old chief. He didn’t want to let Julie sense it and started to hump in as usual. Julie also realized that she wasn’t feeling her husband’s penis in her. It used to fill her so much to the point of pain, but she didn’t mind about not feeling any physical pleasure. The fact that she was reunited again with her husband was enough to satisfy her and all she hoped for was that Sam would be able to salvage something out of her ruined vagina and give her his precious semen.



As time went, Sam was thrusting in to Julie fast and desperately. Both were starting to realize that there wasn’t enough resistance in Julie’s vagina for him to achieve orgasm. It was a painful truth the partners had to woefully accept. Sam was praying to god to make him cum as he didn’t want to hurt Julie’s feelings. Accepting the facts, Julie put a hand on Sam shoulders to stop his thrusting.



“I’m sorry Sam. I’m ruined,” Julie said as tears fell down from her eyes.



“No, please don’t say that honey. It’s just… I’m too stressed to cum. It’s my fault,” Sam said while wiping away Julie’s tears.



Julie started to cry harder as she realized that Sam was trying to take the blame to make her feel good. Then she had an idea.



“Sam, there’s another place that’s still not ruined. As an apology, I’ll give you my anal virginity. You have every right to claim it,” Julie said after she stopped crying.



Sam couldn’t believe his ears, after all the times trying to convince Julie, she was offering her anal passage to him. Given the situation, it was the best option. He had to enjoy Julie virgin ass till he was ready to cum and cum in to her vagina. Julie had come up with a good plan in this disaster of a situation.



“Thank you. You are the best wife,” Sam said after giving her an appreciative kiss.

“Just make sure you cum in my vagina,” Julie said reminding him the real objective and got ready to lose her anal virginity.



Sam pulled out of Julie’s loose enclosure and put his head between her legs. Julie expected him to take her anal virginity right away and was confused of what he was doing.



“Sam, we don’t have much time to play around,” Julie said while lifting her head up to see what he was up to.



“You can’t take me in there before you loosen up or without any lubrication. I don’t want to hurt you,” Sam said while looking in to Julie’s blue eyes.



As if giving her approval, Julie put her head down and waited for something new. When Sam looked at his gift up and close, he noticed that Julie’s brown star that was right under her pink sex was throbbing in anticipation of his tongue. When Sam gave the first lick that ran his tongue over her rectum, Julie breathed in loud and hard from the new sensation. Hearing Julie’s reaction and how her small star clenched, he got encouraged and started his relentless licking attack on Julie’s rectum.



This wasn’t something Julie have ever felt. As Sam’s red hot tongue ran over her sensitive opening, she started to moan loud. She even loved the way his nose was constantly teasing her pussy as he thoroughly lubricated her anal opening. As the tongue kept teasing, the pleasure started to loosen her tight opening and soon the tip of his tongue was slipping in making Julie see stars. Sam took full use of the opportunity and started to feed in his tongue in to her virgin hole. It was a pleasure she had never experienced and soon Julie was climaxing while squeezing Sam’s head between her strong legs.



After going through a shuddering climax while moaning hard, Julie legs slowly let go of Sam’s head. Sam knew Julie’s anal opening was well lubricated and was relaxed enough to lose its virginity. He knelt between her spread legs and while holding his penis with his hand, he looked at Julie after placing his penis head on top of her brown star. While smiling Julie nodded to give him the approval to take her anal virginity. With that, he started to put pressure as Julie squeezed her eyes shut with pain and focused on relaxing her sphincter ring to allow access in to her untouched territory.



Sam looked with amaze as the once tiny star like opening started to widen around his penis head and opened the passage reluctantly. As her tight opening started to widen, Julie was breathing hard like she was giving birth. Then with a small jab from Sam, the head slipped in and Julie gave out a painful yelp. He kept the head inside her without moving and enjoyed the amazing tightness around his shaft as the newly opened passage tried to strangle the intruder. When he felt her anal passage loosen its grip a bit, he thrust in a little again burring about half an inch more in to her. Julie would give out a painful gasp and tighten her death grip around his penis again. Every small thrust was like claiming her anal virginity again and again. It was all Sam could do not to lose control and burry his penis in to Julie’s as in one brutal thrust. But his desire to not to hurt Julie kept him in check.



After about ten minutes of claiming Julie’s ass, Sam was balls deep in her. He kept it buried in her as Julie struggled to get used to the new invader while breathing hard. Soon, she started to relax and the pleasure started to seep in. feeling Julie started to relax around his penis, Sam pulled his cock out about an inch and thrust in again. This time, instead of a painful gasp, a moan escaped her mouth. Feeling encouraged, he started to increase the intensity of his thrust. Soon Julie was moaning and writhing in pleasure as her body experienced a new form of pleasure.



Sam lowered his torso on to Julie’s and started hammering in to Julie’s ass while he kissed her. She wrapped her arm and legs around him tightly as if she didn’t ever want to let him go. Soon her moans started to get very loud and Sam had to kiss her to muffle her moans between their locked lips. Julie let out a scream of pleasure in to Sam’s mouth and started to shake like she was electrocuted. As her anal passage massaged his penis with a death grip, Sam felt a warm spray of liquid starting to drench his pelvis. Julie was orgasming hard and was ejaculating. Sam felt so proud about being able make Julie ejaculate. It was the first time he managed to do that to Julie.



After the orgasm, Julie was kissing Sam all around the face thanking him. This was what she wanted, sex with a person she actually loved and loved her back. That orgasm felt more satisfying than the numerous ones she had in the past weeks. She felt weak at her legs and had to put them down on the mat to give them rest. Then he felt cum boiling in his balls and the need to cum. He had to struggle to pull his penis out of her still throbbing and grabbing anal passage. After pulling out with a plop sound he quickly buried it in to Julie’s vagina and started to pump in to achieve orgasm.



Right when Sam felt cum churn in his balls and started to travel up through the shaft, he felt strong hands on his shoulders pull him away from Julie. He heard Julie’s wailing ‘No’ and his cum started to shoot in to thin air instead of in his wife’s fertile depths. His head was met with a hard blow and the world went dark as he looked in to Julie’s eyes that were filled with fear.



The chief was furious to find the outsider pounding in to his first mate. He caught the man from his shoulders and threw him away from Julie’s body. He was glad that he made it in time to find his first mate in the old hut she used to share with her pathetic former partner, because right after he was pulled out from Julie he started to release his seed. A second later, the lowly man could have spoiled his plan to breed the pale woman.



The chief couldn’t believe that Julie undermined his right to breed her. She belonged to him and he had the exclusive right to her beautiful body and the fertile womb. He came with two of his men with spears and Julie was screaming when the outsider went down from the hit he took to his head. She tried to run in and attack the man who hit Sam, but the chief easily caught her by her mid drift and slammed her back down to the mat. He was going to breed her right then and there to teach her a lesson of obedience.



Knowing that she was definitely going to get pregnant if the chief managed to pump his seed in to her womb, Julie fought hard. The chief couldn’t believe the woman that let him breed her enthusiastically until now was fighting against him so hard. It was as if she was a whole different person. She was doing a good job with her long legs while lying on the mat. She was using the advantage of her long legs to keep the chief’s monster cock from reaching her sex and this only fueled his anger more and more. Getting frustrated by failing to get his penis in to her opening, the chief signaled one of his men and the man pointed the sharp point on to the neck of unconscious Sam. Julie saw this and got the massage. She had to offer her womb and dignity in exchange for the life of her husband. New tears started to pour down from her eyes as she decided to give up her womb. While giving her murderous stare at the chief with her eyes, she opened up her long legs.



“Here, take it. You’ll go to hell for what you are doing to us,” Julie said as she cursed the old man with her whole heart.



When Sam came back, there was an intense pain in his head and he was still half unconscious. He faintly heard Julie’s cries and screams with an all familiar slapping sound. He used all his strength to open his heavy eyelids to see what was happening. When he finally managed to half open his right eyelid, his vision was full with swinging giant balls of a man. Above the giant scrotum was a dark ass going up and down between two white legs. The two legs were struggling around as if they were trying to push of the thrusting hips while twitching every time the dark ass fell down hard. They were the long toned legs of Julie he loved so much. He wanted to help her. He wanted to stop her rape. But as he struggle to summon his strength, his vision started to go dark again.



The chief was ruthless and was hammering his giant cock in to Julie’s depths without a mercy. She was crying loud with sorrow and screaming with pain. She didn’t feel the pleasures she felt before from the monster cock before. This made a case of lack of lubrication in her vagina to accommodate the huge member. Her walls were burning with friction and the bumps on the cock torturously hit over and over on her sore clitoris. There was a hint of pleasure, but the overwhelming mental distress turned the whole ordeal in to a torture session for Julie. She was not only being raped, she was about to be forcefully impregnated by an old monster.



The chief’s eyes were still filled with anger as he sawed his tool in an out of Julie’s reluctant body. He angled his cock in a way that, when he slammed in to her, the cock head would hit her cervix directly. He watched as her whole body Jerked with pain when he did that and he wanted to punish her for her disobedience. He pinned her long legs to his shoulder and started to wreak havoc in her sensitive depths. As the chief Jack hammered her with malice, Julie screamed in pain. The pounding on her cervix was painful enough, but the burning of her walls by the friction made it feel like her whole sex was burning.



Then to her horror, Julie felt the vile tool in her start to expand a bit. The old crook was about to cum deep in her fertile womb and her young body was about to be hijacked by a bastard child from the savage. Julie started crying hysterically and started punching his face telling him to get off. The chief caught her hands with his and rooted his monster cock deep in to Julie’s vagina and held it firm.



“Noooooooooo, curse you old fuck,” Julie screamed while crying out loud as she felt the first batch of hot, thick and potent cum spray against her cervix. With that small rope of cum, he had completely ruined Julie.



When Sam came back again, there was no slapping sound. He clearly heard Julie’s crying and whimpers accompanied male grunts. After every few grunts, she was cursing, “Fuck you bastard. Stop shooting your filth into me. Nooo…stop it.”



Sam half opened his eyes to see the giant scrotum now pulsating and a thick white liquid was gathering on the mat. The man had his wife’s long legs pinned to her shoulders and it made her opening to turn up and collect as much as cum it can in her womb. His heart fell as he realized that someone was cumming in to Julie’s fertile womb. Someone was forcing her to carry his child as her first pregnancy. A thick white liquid in a big pulsating scrotum was ruining the innocent dreams he and his wife dreamed of. His beautiful wife was being bred for real. His vision started to go dark again as he thought that he failed again.



After get getting thoroughly bred by the chief, Julie had given up and lied on the fur looking blankly at the roof. She was back in the chief’s hut since after the rape, he had given orders to take Julie to the hut and keep her under house arrest. She heard construction noises beside the bedroom hut outside, but wasn’t interested in checking it. She was thinking that her actions had ruined both her and Sam’s lives, but she was glad that she was able to come in to a deal with the chief to let Sam live if she wouldn’t fight her breeding. The chief had agreed to it while wiping the blood from his nose. He didn’t want to risk getting hit like that every time he bred the woman. No matter how strong a man was, he was at his weakest when he was seeding a woman. There was another reason the chief didn’t kill Sam immediately. He wanted him to suffer. That’s why he gave new orders to build a big bamboo cage right next to his bedroom hut. He wanted to keep Sam prisoned and he wanted the the man to hear as he bred his woman. And he was intending to keep Julie screaming day and night.



Sam woke up to the sound of Julie’s grunts accompanied with slapping noises. It had become night and He felt life in his body and quickly got up to help his wife, but found himself trapped in a cage made with bamboo. It was the size of a small room and had a roof that protected him from rain and sun. Julie’s voice was coming from a hut that was about ten feet away from his jail. He tried to break through the bamboo and found them to be much stronger than he though. He was helpless again. He knew the chief was breeding his wife. From the sound of grunts, painful moans and protesting noises, he knew Julie was being taken against her will. It wasn’t another personality anymore and it was his real wife in mind and body that was being raped in that hut. He cursed everyone and kept looking with eyes full of tears at the hut his wife was being raped.



The chief had taken some medicine himself and was pounding in to Julie nonstop. After receiving a good beating in to her vagina for nearly an hour, Julie’s protests were fading in to a constant whimper. Even if she denied any pleasure from this breeding, her body was helpless against the nonstop onslaught in to her womb. The chief knew the outsider must be awake by then and he wanted make Julie scream before he plant his seed in her womb. He pushed his deep in as much as he can go and started to gyrate his hip while keeping his cock buried in Julie. This made his cock gyrate inside Julie’s body and it mercilessly moved around her internal organs. Her flat belly bulged and moved back as the gyrating cock moved her womb around in the abdomen. Julie was trying her best not to orgasm as her body kept telling her mind to let it orgasm. But feeling her womb getting moved around in her body by a cock, made her lose it and orgasmed hard.



“Oh my god, what are you doing? Stop it! You’ll hurt something. Nonononononono…aaaaarrrrrgh..fuck youuuuuuuu,” Julie screamed as she was rudely forced to orgasm.



Sam heard clearly as Julie was being forced to orgasm and soon heard the familiar grunts of the chief as he inseminated his beautiful young wife. The hut went quiet for a few hours and at the middle of the night, Sam woke up to the protests of Julie and later they turned in to grunts, whimpers and slapping noise. Sam kept listening to Julie as she got bred by an old man once again that night.



In the early morning when it was still dark, Sam was awaken by Jack. He had sneaked near to his cage when everyone in the village was asleep. The chief had given a direct command forbidding anyone to talk with Sam. Jack asked Sam about what had happened and was delighted to hear that Julie had come back to her original personality. But that also meant she was in danger and was going to suffer a lot more. He also agreed that given the situation, it was Sam’s duty to grant Julie’s wish and it wasn’t an unwise thing. They both knew Julie was the one that was suffering the most at that time.



“Jack, we have to save her. I’m more than willing to give my life for that. Please help us,” Sam pleaded to Jack.



Jack was impressed that Sam was still keeping a strong and clear mind after listening to his wife getting raped for hours. He truly have reborn stronger and looked much more dependable.



“Nobody is going to die Sam. I have a plan,” Jack said looking in to Sam’s eyes with a serious look and Sam’s eyes lit up with hope.



“I got an antidote that can protect us through a journey in the poison forest. But it needs another rare ingredient. The good news is, the ingredient is the flower that grows in the bush right in front of you. The bad news is, it normally blooms once a year and the weather can change the time to even two years. So nobody can predict,” Jack said.



“That’s better than nothing. But I worry about Julie. How long would she has to go through this?” Sam asked Jack with concern.



“Don’t lose hope Sam. You both are strong and your love is strong. You will survive and escape this. I will prepare the other necessary things in the meanwhile. I wouldn’t be able to talk to you much, so all I can ask you is to be strong and survive. Julie is a strong woman, she’ll survive through this too. When the flower buds appear in that bush, it’s the sign that you have to be ready. I’ll come to get you out on the day the flowers bloom,” Jack said before vanishing back in to the darkness.



The hut was the prison of Julie. The chief had put two guards at the entrance that monitored everyone that went in or out of the hut. When she wanted to go to the outhouse or to the river, she was always accompanied by two guards and a mate. At evening the chief would come with a raging hard-on and would rape her till late night. Sometimes even till the sunrise. She knew he was trying his best to breed her and he was doing a good job at it. Every time, his monster cock would reach to the deepest parts of her womb and release unbelievable amounts of thick semen. She didn’t physically protest her breeding in fear of Sam’s life and the thing she hated the most was when the chief forced her to orgasm. After hours of sexual abuse, the connection between the mind and body start to fade away and the body would orgasm on its own. Julie knew the chief was trying to make her scream loud with pleasure and wanted Sam to hear it. That’s why she hated it. Julie had never hated a person this much in her whole life and the fact that this vile person was trying to impregnate her with a child was so repulsive, sometimes Julie gaged with disgust when she felt his semen shoot up against her cervix. She even though about suicide but decided against it as she knew they would kill Sam the instant she was dead.



The chief was disappointed about Julie’s change of personality and he really missed her cooperative wild sex acts. He thought that the outsider male had put a spell on her to change her. So he was going to breed her and force him look at the swelling belly as his child grow in her fertile body. Her cooperation wasn’t a problem for him. With or without consent, he loved breeding the beautiful exotic woman. Thanks to the new medicine the new medicine woman gave, he was able to cum multiple times and breed much longer. He specially loved when after hours of protesting, Julie’s body would betray her and orgasm on his monster cock. He forced her to orgasm many times each night and loved the fact that the outsider was listening to his sexual prowess as he bred his woman.



One of the major things that annoyed the chief was the sudden change of villagers. Some were signaling their displeasure about keeping the white spirit prisoned and forcing her to breed. But none of them were powerful enough to make it clear or go against the chief. Still it was enough to annoy him a lot and he normally let it out of his system by breeding Julie roughly to convince himself that he’s above the white spirit.



For three weeks, Sam was listening to Julie’s cries, protests, screams and orgasms; but he never got even a glimpse of her. Most of the day, he was exercising while looking at the flowerless bush in the middle of the village. It was his objective now. To get strong and be ready when the flowers bloom. He wanted to be strong enough to help Julie and strong enough to take his revenge.



That day when the sun light chased away the darkness, Sam was treated with something he was praying for. Small white buds of flowers were appearing out of the bush in front of him. From the look of it, they were going to bloom by the end of the day. It was one of many things that Jack had taught him. He was happy enough to cry and he looked at the hut where Julie’s cries came from every night.



“Wait for me a bit more Julie, I’m coming to save you,” Sam said with a determined voice.



When the sun started to go down the tree line covering the village was with an ambient orange sunlight, Sam smelled smoke. The village was filled with shouting and screaming while many ran in different directions in a big commotion. Sam stood up to see what was going around and saw smoke rising from five different places around the village. Just as the darkness came in, big flames rose up in the village. He looked at the now bloomed white flower and with a smile said, “Jack.”

Sam saw the chief running with his men towards the burning huts while giving instructions. One of the two guards that guarded the hut came near to his cage and was guarding him. He cursed the chief’s intuition to sense danger. The flames didn’t seem to go down and was spreading even more. Sam thought that having their main source of water a bit far from the village was making it hard to control the flames. This wasn’t a big society that was prepared for a fire breakout. He thought that Jack was a genius. Except for the two guards, everyone in the village was either running toward the fires or running away from them. It was the perfect diversion for an escape.



The chief must have noticed that it was unusual for fires to start in five places at once in the village. The guard was not taking his eyes away from Sam as he stood there with a spear in his hand. Sam was also looking at the guard as he knew at any moment Jack would appear. Suddenly he saw a tall shadow behind the guard. A hand closed around the guard’s mouth and a shiny metal blade moved across his throat, slitting it from ear to ear. The gagged guard gave out a gurgling sound as a river of blood flowed down from his slit neck and his body fell to the ground.



Jack came out from the shadow wearing his old adventure pants and shirt. He was carrying his back pack too. The cage was opened and Sam quickly gave him a big hug thanking him.



“It’s too early for thanks my boy. Here, wear this. We are getting out of this cursed place,” Jack said while handing Sam his pants and shirt.



Sam quickly put on his clothes on and it felt weird after being naked for more than two months. Jack was already eating few white flowers and Sam also joined him. After they ate some flowers, Sam put few more for Julie in his pockets.



“Are you ready Sam?” Jack said turning to Sam.



It was the time they go in to the hut to rescue Julie and face who ever in it.



“Thought you would never ask,” Sam said as he took the lead to go in to the hut.



Sam and Jack were greeted by the second guard in the hut. He was in fighting position and was pointing the poison spear. When Sam was about to jump in and tackle, a big clay pot came crashing on to the head of the guard. The guard half unconsciously turned to see what had happened and another pot exploded to bits right in his face. He fell to the ground and blood was pouring from his face and head. It was the two mates of the chief. They were looking at their handy work with big eyes, unable to believe they actually did it. Julie came in to the big hut to see what the sound was and saw Sam and Jack.



“Sam!” Julie screamed while jumping in to his arms to hug him tightly and cry loud.



Jack looked at the two mates and understood that they were helping Julie to escape the clutches of the chief. He thanked them for their compassion while the husband and wife shared a moment for themselves with a kiss.



“Ok you lover birds, you’ll have enough time for that later. We have to escape now,” Jack said even though he hated to separate the reunited couple.



Sam gave Julie few of the flowers to eat and after that handed her a neatly folded yellow clothe. It was Julie’s sundress and on it was her diamond wedding ring. She undid her straw skirt, put on the sundress and gave the ring to Sam and presented her ring finger. Sam slid the wedding ring on to her finger while looking lovingly at her blue eyes and gave a quick kiss on her lips to seal the deal. They were husband and wife again and were ready to go back.



It was easy to escape the village in the darkness and during all the commotion. Jack and Sam both knew the forest near the village well enough to travel in the dark. Julie wasn’t used to the Jungle at all and they were barefooted. She was tripping and falling all the way and was bleeding from the cuts on her soft feet. The progress was slow and they reached the point of unknown forest and had to stop there for the night. It was dangerous to venture in to unknown parts of the forest in dark. More importantly, Julie needed some rest even though she didn’t complain about it. So they just slept under a big tree for few hours till the sun rise.



When the sun rays started to seep in to the forest floor, Sam was sitting while supporting his back on to a big tree trunk. On his lap was Julie’s head as she slept like a baby. Sam was admiring his wife’s beautiful face while gently caressing her head. It felt so good to feel the warmth of Julie after so long. She was exhausted after the last night’s travel and Sam and Jack had decided to let her rest a bit more before they started moving again. They were in a hurry as the chief might be already chasing after them, but they needed Julie strong to travel fast and avoid any injuries by tripping. A sprained ankle would mean the death in that situation.



When Julie opened her eyes, she was greeted by her husband’s face and his caring hand on her head. It felt so good to feel his warmth after so long. All the pain and torture she went through past few weeks were worth even his brief warmth. She felt safe in his hands.



“Good morning love,” Sam said as he bent down and greeted his wife with a kiss.



“Ok people, we have to discuss our strategy a bit now while we have time,” Jack said as he started to take things out from his back pack. He had a small knife, a compass, dried meat, a journal and a map in it. He pulled out the map and spread it out on the ground.



“This is the map I was drawing when I found this part of the forest. I started making the map after I left the nearest town in this region and I’m sure once we get out from the poison forest, we can easily follow this with the compass to go back to civilization,” Jack said while pointing the path with his finger.



“This is amazing Jack. I can’t thank you enough for all the things you did for us. We will be forever in debt to you,” Julie said while giving him a hug.



“You two are like my family. It was my duty to help you two,” Jack said as Sam also joined the hug. The three share a hug like a family.



Suddenly Julie broke off and started to vomit on the ground. Sam was holding on to her while she threw up again and again. He was worried that she was getting sick. After Julie stopped vomiting, she felt weak and was resting in Sam’s arms. Jack came to her and checked Julie’s pulse from her wrist. He was concentrating on the pulse for a moment and looked at Julie with a look of horror. It took few moments to read and understand Jacks expression.



“No! Please no. Why? Oh god, Why me? Nooo,” Julie was crying hysterically and was trying to run away. She felt too ashamed to face Sam. She was carrying the baby of the old demon.



Sam held on to her tight and didn’t let her go.



“Please let me go. I’m too ashamed. He destroyed me Sam, he destroyed me. I’m no worth to you now. Let me go, I want to die,” Julie cried while pleading Sam. She genuinely planned to run away from shame and suicide.



“Don’t you dare say that Julie.”



Julie was surprised from Sam’s sudden stern voice and stopped her crying.



“I love you more than my life. This doesn’t change anything. You are the girl I chose to marry and to spend the rest of my life with. I love you. The child growing in you is a part of the woman I love. That’s more than enough reason for me to love that child as my own,” Sam’s voice was soothing and had a firmness to it saying that he was meaning every word.



Julie was overwhelmed by the goodness of the man she had married. She couldn’t believe that a man like that ever could exist. A man that loved her enough to accept a bastard child as his own. She turned her head to look at him with a teary big eyes as if she couldn’t believe his words.



“Now I love you even more,” Sam said before giving Julie a kiss to brush away whatever doubts she had.



“Sam is right. What matters is that it’s your child,” Jack said to Julie.



“And Sam, it’s an honor to know a real man with a big heart like you,” he said while putting a hand on his shoulder to let him know that he was proud of him.



The fire was finally put out when the sun was rising. It had destroyed twelve huts before it was put off. When the tired chief came back to the hut in the morning he was furious to find a dead guard in the cage and an unconscious on in the hut. He was puzzled by the bits of broken clay around the guard’s head that should amount to at least ten clay plots. What really set him off was when he realized Julie had run off with the pale man. He quickly summoned his best five hunters for the hunt. This time he was going to lead the hunting party himself. He grabbed on to his spear and stepped out of the hut with murderous eyes. He was going to kill all three himself.



By mid-day, the three escapees covered a big distance, but it was less than they expected. Julie was really suffering from the hostile terrain and morning sickness, the progress was slow. Jack expected to reach the poison forest by night fall and he realized that it wasn’t going to happen. Sam and Jack both took turns helping Julie walk and Julie was pleading them to leave her behind since she was slowing them down. She didn’t know that Sam and Jack didn’t care about getting themselves out. They wanted to get Julie out of this place. So leaving her behind was a meaningless act to them.



Then Jack and Sam heard a familiar bird call and they looked at each other with big eyes. It was a type of whistling that emulated bird callings, the villagers used to communicate when they were on hunts. It didn’t scare the animals away and was able to communicate through great distances. From the signals they produced, Sam and Jack understood that they had found their tracks and was following them. Jack cursed realizing that they were too fast and within two hours they would catchup to them.



Julie didn’t understand the cause for the sudden panic between Sam and Jack.



“What’s the problem guys?” Julie asked confused.



“They are too close, we have to hurry,” Sam said as he tried to make Julie walk faster.



“Sam stop,” Jack suddenly said while stopping.



Both Sam and Julie looked at him with confusion. Jack pulled out the antidote and distributed it among the three.



“At this rate, we are all going to die. I’m going to stay behind and slow them down. You take Julie and go straight for the poison forest,” Jack said with a serious look.



“You can’t take on all of them Jack. I’ll stay with you,” Sam said as he didn’t want to lose Jack.



“You fool, if we both die, who’s going to protect Julie in this jungle? I trained you enough to make the journey through the jungle an easy one for you. So even if I die, you two can survive. And I’ve spent most of my life by now. I want you two to spend a good life. And you are worrying too much. I’m a hard man to kill,” Jack said with a smile.



Sam knew that he was right. He hated that he was right at this too. Jack took out his knife and gave the backpack and the spear to Sam. By now Julie was crying and pleading Jack not to do it and come with them. He gave Julie a hug and gave a kiss on her forehead.



“Julie, you are like my own sister. You are the one who gave me hope after ten years of hopelessness. Sam’s a good man. Keep him happy. And when you go back, could you please find my sister and let her know that I love her?” Jack said as he looked in to Julie’s eyes. She was crying too hard to speak and just nodded.



Then he went to Sam who was now shedding tears and gave him a hug.



“Sam, you are like my own brother and a good man. Keep Julie safe. That’s my final wish. If you fail, I’ll come back to haunt you if I don’t make out of this alive. Follow my teachings and you’ll easily cross this jungle with Julie. Now hurry, we don’t have time,” Jack said as he pushed Sam toward Julie.



Sam had to drag Julie away as she didn’t want to let Jack go in to his death. The last image he saw of Jack was his back with the knife in his hand as he was facing the direction their foes were coming.



After the couple went in to the forest, Jack began his plan. The reason he drank the antidote was to counter the poison spears. He was going to surprise the hunters with his unique traps. He started to put up fake trails that led to his death traps and at a bottleneck, he was waiting hidden with his knife to stop anyone who survived his traps.



The chief and the group were caught off guard when strange traps started to claim their lives one after the other. They weren’t ready for an attack like this. When the numerous fake trails converged to the real one, only the chief and another hunter had survived the labyrinth of Jack’s traps. The chief knew that they were Jack’s handy works. He had heard rumors about his strange traps in the jungle that was very successful. He was the best trapper in the village and if he wasn’t an outside, he could have held a very high status in the tribe. Losing most of his best men for petty traps made the chief’s resolve to kill them even stronger.



When they reached a narrow path, suddenly Jack jumped on to the chief with his knife. The chief moved fast enough to miss a fatal stab, but Jack managed to stab his leg in the process. Now Jack was surrounded by the chief and the other hunter. Seen the damage the metal knife did. They were using their long spears to keep him out of the knife’s reach. As Jack dodged the spear attacks, they scratch and wounded him a little. Jack was glad that he took the antidote because if the poison had worked on him, few minutes after a scratch he was supposed to die. The chief got frustrated and launched a final attack in time with his hunter. Jack was fast enough to injure the chief’s left arm but wasn’t fast enough to dodge his spear while doing that. Jack’s body fell to the ground with a spear embedded in his chest.



The chief took Jack’s knife as a battle trophy. It was a good weapon and shaper than anything he had ever seen. He was a worthy opponent. It was the first time anyone had given him this much trouble. As a respect, he let his spear left embedded in Jack’s body. This allowed the deceased to take that weapon in to the spirit world. Since his leg was injured, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to run like he usually did. So he instructed the other hunter to go ahead and catch the other two. He thought that they had killed the troublesome one and one hunter should be enough to catch the other two. Their medicinal bodies had amazing healing properties and he knew that the bleeding from the stabbing wound should stop after a little rest. He was going to follow, after a little rest and kill the captured two himself.



Julie was still shedding tears as she struggled to move faster with Sam’s help. It was getting near for the sun to go down and Sam was concerned about whether to move through the night or stay put. Then suddenly he heard someone running to their direction. He turned expecting Jack to have returned after surviving his ordeal, but it was a short man with two spears that was running toward them. Sam pushed Julie out of the way as the hunter let lose one spear and managed to dodge it by a hair. Then they were fighting a dual with spears. They were stabbing and parrying the others with theirs with skill. Sam was thankful to Jack for teaching him how to fight with spears. Still, the hunter was faster, agile and more skilled than Sam. Soon Sam was in to pure defense and sensing this, the hunter concentrated on attacks. Then something that the hunter didn’t expect happened. A rock hit hard on his temple. It was backup from Julie. This startled the hunter enough for Sam to find an opening and bury his spear in to his throat. Julie looked away as the lifeless body fell to the ground with blood spraying out of the wound.



The chief finally caught up to the dead hunter. He was genuinely surprised that the pale male had managed to take down one of his best hunters alone. The outsiders were full of surprises in both good and bad ways. He saw that after killing him, they had taken back the spear. So the chief took the spear that was on the ground and stabbed the dead body with it. His hunters deserved to carry a spear to the spirit world.



It was starting to get dark when Sam and Julie suddenly jumped off their feet with a war cry they heard just behind them. They turned look what it was and it was the chief. The sinking sun was behind him and outlined his body with an orange colored sky. Sam’s heart sank when he noticed that he was carrying Jacks knife. He knew Jack had sacrificed his life to protect them. Then he remembered the promise he made to Jack. His last wish. ‘Keep Julie safe’.



Sam let go of Julie and charged toward the chief with his spear. The chief was taken back a little by Sam’s ferocity, but accepted his challenge. With chief’s arm and leg injured, and Julie’s safety encouraging Sam, it was an even fight. Both were bleeding from scratches and cuts while no one managed to land a big hit. Julie tried throwing rocks, but the chief was keen enough to dodge them. This enraged him even more. A woman attacking him during a fight. With anger fueling him, the chief made strange move and kicked hard on Sam’s head. Sam fell on the ground unconscious as Julie screamed seeing her husband go down.



The chief looked at Sam’s unmoving body and decided that he can come back to torture and kill him later. He wanted to deal with Julie and get it over with fast. Julie was running toward Sam when the chief dropped the knife and took the spear out of Sam’s hand to look at Julie with murderous eyes.



Realizing that now the chief’s anger was pointed towards her, Julie froze and with a mothers instinct she hugged her belly with her hands in a protective way. The chief was going to let loose the spear toward Julie, but froze when she covered her belly instead of turning around with fear. The murderous look in his eyes went away and he looked into Julie’s blue teary eyes as if asking a question. Julie nodded once and the chief’s eyes opened big with surprise. The seed had taken root in only three weeks. It was a miracle. Right then he felt a sharp pain in his neck and before he knew what was happening, he was looking at the orange evening sky.



When the chief kicked Sam’s head, Sam had managed to turn his head slightly to absorb the impact. So instead of getting totally knocked out, he was out of it for only a moment. When he opened his eyes, he saw the chief was getting ready to throw a spear at Julie and saw Jack’s knife on the ground as a god sent gift. For some reason the chief didn’t throw the spear and that gave Sam enough time to get up, grab the knife and stab his neck.



Julie came closer and leaned down as the chief lay bleeding to death. He looked at Julie’s bright blue eyes that reminded him of his precious blue gem. She was carrying his child in her. That strange feeling once the chief felt toward Julie came back once again. With his last remaining strength, he pulled out the blue gem from his pubes and gave it to Julie before closing eyes forever. Without realizing a tear escaped from Julie’s eyes and landed on the chief’s face. That tear belonged to the personality in Julie that loved the Chief. It was a farewell tear from Julie the woman.



Sam and Julie spent the night tending to their wounds and mourning the loss of their beloved Jack. Sam took the knife as a memento from Jack and Julie left the blue gem on the chief’s lifeless body before they entered the poison forest. She didn’t want anything that related to the chief.



Thanks to the map, the compass and the skills Jack had taught Sam; Julie and Sam managed to cross the jungle and approach a town after two months. They were taken to a hospital immediately and there since Julie’s pregnancy showed from her belly very clearly. After a frenzy of police and reporters, Julie and Sam finally got some peaceful time for themselves. It was their last day in Brazil and they woke up to morning sun light naked on the bed. After the ordeal they went through together, they were inseparable. Julie’s vaginal walls were slowly shrinking back after the extensive stretching they experienced from six bumps. Until then, Sam was rewarded with anal sex and mind blowing blow jobs. They wanted to be happy so Jack could watch from above and be happy.

David lay on his back, his head on the filthy tiled floor by the side of the toilet, his legs pushed brutally open as far as his straining hips would allow, the huge, beer gut of his middle-aged client lowered, coming closer and closer to his horrifically pregnant stomach and he held his breath and braced himself for the pain of impact.



9 months pregnant, waddling, with pronounced breasts and swollen ankles, and about to go into labor any day now, his only way to make enough money to keep the rent on his grubby bedsit was to sell his exhausted hugely impregnated body to – mostly violent – paying fetish clients. He sold his wares by the public conveniences along the canal, limping back and forth, clutching his vastly pregnant abdomen and trying to ignore the stares of the mainstream revelers, he hid in the darkened alleyways, wearing nothing but heels, PVC shorts and a net vest.. His pregnancy weighing heavy on his bruised and abused groin, almost felt erotic to him, if his situation weren’t so desperate.



He had been working as an expensive rent boy for professional men in the city’s financial district, where he had been impregnated. He had no clue who the father was, but after working through the throes of morning sickness, and hiding the early signs of his developing condition well, by four months his belly had begun to show, and his pimp, disgusted by the round, pregnant teenage boy, told him that his services were no longer required.



His parents were so angry and ashamed to let the extended family find out that their eighteen year old only son, whom they’d said had gone off to college, was in fact impregnated like a lactating woman by some dirty old businessman. That he was grossly expanding with child and that he was swelling with revolting pregnancy and could no longer disguise his growing sinful condition; that he was a freak of nature like those disgusting, effeminate, pregnant men, with their wombs, and developing breasts, and maternity panties and breast pumps they had read about in gossip columns. That they cast him out. How could they have created a pregnant-man? Did he like this? Was this what he wanted? A pregnant man whore? Perhaps he masturbated over his disgusting impregnated state? And where was the baby going to come out, was he going to try to shit it out through his sphincter? Good look with that.



His client’s round beer gut lowered and pressed on his round impregnated abdomen, then without pause or warning the dirty old leather smacked himself gratuitously into David’s painfully pregnant stomach. The force of the impact sent a violent spasm of pure pain through his full round pregnancy,



“oh god” he whispered, “my baby!”



His client laughed maliciously, and David felt like he wanted to die. His condition overwhelmed him, and he felt, panic, self-hatred and shame.



He was so close to term that he felt the weight of the greasy leather biker on top of him forced the mass of the baby to cram hard down into the top of his anal cavity. The pain was searing, his ass felt chock-full, as if he needed to shit his guts out, right there and then. The pressure on his rectum was excruciating, and the nauseous ache as he tensed up caused him to scream out.



“Oh fucking hell, be gentler, please, I’m so pregnant I could die!”



“If you do die, you’ll remember this fuck for eternity, bitch!” came the gruff, irritated response, as the weight of the sweaty beer gut pressed into David’s horrific full-term pregnancy even harder.



Tears began to form in his eyes, as he felt the tip of his client’s red-hot rod poke against his anus. He felt the baby squirm inside the pregnant bump, it pushed in his groin, and despite everything, all his emotion, and guilt and pain and shame…he started to become aroused and hard. He bit his lip to keep from sobbing, his brutally distended abdomen squashed hard by the older man’s hard, rock-solid gut.



David reached up and grabbed his breasts, ready. They were desperately sore, and engorged so that they looked like a woman’s.



The man thrust inside him, breaking through his tensed sphincter. David screamed, he felt the full force ram hard against his 9 month impregnation, and push his aching anus so wide that he thought it was being ripped apart. He screamed and bucked as the older man pounded mercilessly into him over and over, wrecking his tight rectum, making it burn, as his pregnancy lurched around like a massive water-filled balloon.



The force of the pounding thrust his head around by the urine soaked base of the toilet, his trembling hands fumbled, blind with pain, for something to hold on to. He grabbed the bottoms of the flimsy walls of the toilet cubicle as tight as he possibly could, involuntarily bucking in sheer agony. With each thrust his enormously sore pregnant pelvis burst into painful wrecking spasm. Filled with the fat man’s massive cock he involuntarily bucked, smacking his distended, brutally pregnant belly into his client’s gut and winding himself so badly that he stopped breathing, then began to choke.



The impregnated mass of David bounced back and forth violently with ever thrust of cock up his aching ass.



“Stop! Dear, God, STOP STOP STOP STOP! Shit!!!”



He could feel the engorged cock smacking into his pregnant bump from the inside and his ass was so sore and full that he felt sick from the pain, tears streaming down his red cheeks as he reached to hold onto his pregnancy for dear life, his legs forced so wide that he hurt so much he thought he might dislocate his hips. The client thrust into him like a locomotive, wrecking his anal cavity, bruising the walls and tearing at them as if they were tissue paper.



The whole weight of his pregnant stomach lurched and bounced up and down, making him feel physically sick smacking into his full tender feminine titties and thumping back down into the clients hard round beer-belly so hard that after a full twenty minutes of relentless, vicious agony his client came inside him in waves of orgasm, firing so much thick hot cum into David’s exhausted, enormously, heavily impregnated body that his waters broke so violently that he screamed as if he were on fire, and his poor brutalized body spasmed so hard around the client’s fat engorged cock that he simply went blind and passed out from the pain.

It was something I never anticipated. It was something I wasn’t even looking for. One day I was your typical suburban housewife. My husband and I had been married for 30 years and our kids were grown and on their own. We both worked full-time jobs, but spent nearly all of our spare time together, and usually alone. At 52 years old, my husband Tom is the only man that I had ever made love to. Then, one day, everything changed…



At my husband’s most recent company Christmas party we were approached by a man that I had never met. “Hi Carl, how are you tonight?” Tom asked. It turned out that Carl was a recent hire by my husband’s company in another related department. Right away I noticed that Carl was a handsome man. He was tall at about 6’2″, around 30 years old, and well-shaped. Carl was new in town, so once we connected at the party, he seemed to want to spend most of it conversing with us. Surprisingly, Tom walked away from us to talk someone else, and I was left alone talking to Carl. Seems Carl was recently divorced and moved to town to get away from his ex. No, Carl didn’t take me into some office and have his way with me. The parties my husband’s company had weren’t like that. It was just good food, good wine, and good conversation. So when the night was over, Carl went his separate way.



I didn’t think much about having met Carl, until I got a Facebook request from him two days later. I told Tom about it. Tom said to go ahead and friend him back. He didn’t think it was a big deal. As the weeks went by, Carl and I went from the occasional public posts to private messaging. It started out with nothing inappropriate, just casual conversation. What was happening though was that Carl and I were becoming more and more familiar with each other, more and more relaxed with each other, and more and more personal. At one point, our messages even became sexually suggestive. By this time, I was no longer telling Tom about our messages. Bit by bit I began to secretly look forward to Carl’s messages. The sexual innuendo at that point was never directed towards each other. Instead it was always discussed about others.



I came to find out that Carl was a semi-amateur photographer. He took great photographs of all sorts of things, but he was getting paid for some of them. The ones that he was getting paid for were glamor type photographs of women in various forms of dress and undress. Several times, Carl told me that he would love to do a shoot with me. He told me that I had a certain “allure” and “charm” as he called it. Each time I told him that Tom would want nothing to do with that. And, each time Carl vehemently disagreed stating that his photos were perfect gifts for husbands.



Two months ago Tom had to go out of town on business on a weekend. The first night he was gone I picked up some Chinese food on the way home, and then settled in on the couch with a glass of wine for a quiet night of television and reading. At around 8:30, I was two glasses into my bottle of wine and feeling very cozy when I received a phone notification. It was a message from Carl. He asked how I was occupying my time with my man gone. Apparently, he knew about Tom’s trip even though I purposely hadn’t mentioned it. Carl suggested that this would be a good time to surprise Tom with the glamor photos. At first I rejected his proposal, but Carl kept after me. He told me that it would be a wonderful surprise for Tom when he returned home. After numerous messages back and forth and a few more sips of wine, he somehow wore me down, and I said yes. I still can’t believe I said yes!



Carl arrived at my home at around 9:30 with his arms full of all sorts of equipment and bags. I offered him a glass of wine, which he readily accepted. Before he had arrived, I had thrown on just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, so I wasn’t really dressed for any kind of photo session. When I brought him his drink, he reached down into one of his bags, pulled out a large binder, and said “why don’t we start by you looking through this to see the types of photos other ladies have had taken by me?”



I noticed another book under the one he handed me had a large “X” on the front. I asked him what that one was. “That book is just what the cover implies.” He said. “Those were women who wanted something more explicit.”



“You mean like totally naked?” I asked naively.



“Well…” Carl replied. “There are nudes in the back of the book that you have. Those are tastefully done, but of course only when the client requests them. This other book has women in more explicit positions, along with some that have both men and women.”



“You mean like sex pictures?” I asked.



“Yes, some of them.” Carl replied. “Some are simulated and some are actual sex acts between consenting adults.”



I continued my line of questioning with, “Wow. Who are the men that do that with them?”



In a very matter of fact nature, Carl answered, “Some of them are their husbands. Some of them are guys that model for me for modest fees paid by the lady. And, some of them are me. Some married women seem to like the taboo element of having their picture taken while simulating sex with a black man.”



“Oh my!” I responded. “I think we will just leave that book in the bag, Carl.”



I began looking through the book Carl gave me as he pulled his equipment out. The first section of the book was strictly facial portraits. They were followed by women in sexy dresses. The next section was lingerie shots. Finally, the last section was the nudes. He was right. They were all tastefully taken, with no explicit pussy type shots or anything like that. Some were shot on various sofas, but most were taken in bedrooms. “Are we setting this up here or upstairs?” I asked.



“Wherever you want.” Said Carl. Most ladies like to have them taken in their bed, especially when the pictures are for surprising their husband. It could get awkward having their husband see the photos, recognize their wife, but not recognize the bed she’s lying in.



“Let’s go ahead and go up there then.” I said. As Carl lugged his stuff up the stairs, he asked me which of the photos I wanted to start with. I wasn’t up for the lingerie or nude shots, but I wanted something sexier for Tom than a simple head shot, so I suggested a black dress that was in my closet.



“Great, let’s take a look at it.” Carl said. I pulled the dress out of my closet and showed it to Carl and he loved it. Then Carl said, “One of the things I like to do that you probably saw in the book is simulate removing the clothing over a series of photos.” I think he saw the terror in my eyes when he said, “That doesn’t mean you actually get naked. I just get some photos of you removing shoes, removing stockings, and pulling down a strap on the dress. That sort of thing.”



I didn’t have any stockings, but was surprised to find that Carl kept several unopened packages of stockings in one of his bags for just this type of occasion. I was impressed at how prepared he was. As Carl finished setting up his equipment, I went into the bathroom and changed into my outfit. When I came out, Carl said to go ahead and lie on the bed. He pointed the camera, but did not take any pictures. Instead, he came over to me and said that he always likes to make sure everything is just right. He primped my hair a little. Then, he very carefully tugged at various points on my dress to straighten it. Finally, he gently nudged me into the pose he wanted.



This went on for what seemed like forever as I first removed a high heel, then another. Removing my stockings in front of Carl was incredibly erotic. Between the wine, the camera flashes, and the sexual innuendo, I was feeling unbelievably horny. When we were finished, I was anything but done. “I wish I had some sexy lingerie. I think I would like to try that if I did.” I told Carl. Wouldn’t you know it? Carl had several pairs in one of his bags!



He pulled out a red negligee and said, “Here’s one that would look great on you and should fit perfect. Don’t worry, I always clean these up after I shoot with them.



At that point, I really didn’t care how clean it was. I grabbed it an practically ran into the bathroom to change. Coming out of the bathroom, I wasn’t quite so eager. I felt practically naked in front of my husband’s black co-worker. Carl tried to put me at ease by saying, “Tom will absolutely love seeing that on you. You look absolutely divine.”



I made my way past him and onto the bed. Just like before, Carl came over to primp me. I felt so vulnerable being half naked as his strong, yet gentle hands tussled my hair and tugged at the lacy material. As he worked meticulously for what seemed like forever on straightening the negligee, out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Carl now had an incredibly large bulge in his trousers. Apparently, the sensuality of the situation was having the same effect on him that it was on me. As Carl began taking the photographs, I was telling myself that I wanted Tom to see more. I wanted to give him a little skin in the photo. That was what I was telling myself anyway. In reality, I wanted Carl to see me. I wanted him to see all of me.



Carl had his back to me for a moment working on the camera settings. I reached my hand up, took a deep breath, and slid the dainty material off one of my breasts. When Carl turned around it only took him a moment to notice my new position. “All right then.” He exclaimed. “I see we are ready to spice things up a little.” Carl approached me. He grasped the material around my breast and tugged on it slightly. Then I felt his strong hand gently cup my breast and pull on it to expose more of it.



I heard myself gasp as Carl pulled away from me and went back to the camera for more photos. He only took a couple before approaching me again. This time he grasped on of my thighs and pulled it outwards. I felt totally exposed although I knew that nothing was actually visible to the camera. I loved the way Carl’s large black hands felt on my thigh. I wanted to feel more. As soon as Carl turned his back to me I squirmed without realizing what I was doing. When Carl saw me he just smiled and came back over to re-position me again. This time he seemed to take more time and seemed to keep his hands on me longer. I couldn’t believe how bad I wanted him to just take me and fuck me at that moment.



We were sipping wine between shots and position changes, so I was feeling like another person watching this happen, but our bottle was empty. “Carl, would you be a peach and go get us another bottle from the kitchen pantry?” I cooed. When Carl left the room I took a deep breath as I prepared myself for the unavoidable. Then, I grasped my panties and pulled them down to my ankles. I carefully positioned myself on my left side, facing the camera, with both knees bent. I lifted my right knee and pulled down on the negligee to make sure that it was still covering my crotch. Barely covering, but still covering. All I could hear was my heard pounding as I awaited Carl’s return.



When Carl reappeared with the wine, he immediately noticed my new position and smiled. “Do you think Tom will like this pose?” I asked.



“This one will top them all.” Replied Carl as he poured us each yet another glass of wine.



Carl went over to his camera and took a look at me through the viewer. Then, like before, he approached me in order to adjust my positioning. He placed his strong black hands on my soft white thighs again and placed them just where he wanted them. It felt like the negligee rode up and uncovered my married pussy, but in the position I was in I couldn’t see. Then, I knew for sure I had exposed myself to Carl because I felt his hand touch my mound as he repositioned the negligee over it.



By this time, I was drunk on wine and stoned on lust. As Carl turned back to his camera, I rolled forward and picked up my wine glass for another drink. I didn’t realize that in doing so I had messed up the pose Carl put me in. When Carl looked back through the camera and discovered I had moved he got a great big grin on his face and approached me again. Once again I felt the warm strength of his hands on the sensitive skin between my thighs as Carl dutifully repositioned me. Once I was where he wanted me, he went back to work on adjusting the negligee that barely covered my now sopping wet outer vaginal areas.



Without realizing what I was doing…it’s easy to blame the alcohol isn’t it?…I took my right hand and placed it on Carl’s hand. Then, I nudged his hand downward to my pussy. Carl didn’t need much nudging really. An electric surge through my body indicated to me that Carl’s finger had just engaged my clit. I closed my eyes and pushed downward with my hand while pushing upward with my hips in order to maximize the contact of his hand on my womanhood. I felt Carl’s lips against mine. I opened my mouth to accept Carl’s kiss. The faint scent of Carl’s cologne began mixing with the musky scent of my engorged pussy.



Suddenly all of my senses went cold. Carl had taken a step back. Only a split second had passed, but it felt like days. I opened my eyes. Carl was removing his shirt. I’m sure that brought a smile to my face, but I swear I can’t remember. I watched intently as Carl then removed his shoes, socks, and trousers leaving him standing there in nothing but his underwear. Carl is a handsome man, but at that moment he was more than that. He was a black Adonis standing over me with a large protrusion in his shorts that was meant for my pleasure and my pleasure alone. I desperately wanted to know what he looked like completely nude. Of course, only seconds later I watched intently as Carl pulled his shorts over his throbbing cock and pushed them to the floor.



Carl walked around to the foot of my marital bed and climbed in. I rolled onto my back and willingly spread my legs for the first time with a man other than my husband. Carl pulled the panties away from ankles and then climbed up over me. Once again our tongues met and our lips sealed them together. Carl’s large black lips felt different than Tom’s. Not worse and not better, just different. He pulled the negligee up until it was bunched up above my breasts then took his place atop me. It was then I felt the head of his cock pressing against my vaginal opening. I could feel my labia part as he pushed slightly forward. The day that had started out so mundane and so normal was now the day I became an adulteress. At that moment it didn’t matter. At that moment I didn’t care. I wanted Carl inside me. I moved and pushed my hips trying to get Carl’s beautiful black cock into my body.



I felt Carl’s body push forward. Along with his body sliding up mine, his wonderful cock began filling my body. When Carl reached the spot that Tom’s average size cock could reach I thought he must have been fully inside. I was shocked to find out I was wrong as Carl’s cock continued deeper into me than Tom had ever reached. Then there was that feeling. It was that feeling that every woman longs for whether she knows it or not. It was the unexpected pleasure of Carl’s large round cock head pushing against my cervix. My body immediately seized into a massive orgasm. By the time I had come back down to earth, Carl was slowly moving his magnificent cock in and out of me.



Time and space had no meaning to me. The only thing at that moment that I cared about was the incredible feeling of Carl’s body on mine, his tongue in my mouth, and his cock in my pussy. Carl kept up a gentle pace and, in only a few minutes, I was taken over by only the second intercourse induced orgasm I had experienced in my life. I swear I must have passed out. When I realized what was happening next, Carl’s pace had increased. He was now fucking me with a primordial passion. His cock plunged in and out of me with the vigor that only a young man could produce. I knew he was nearing his climax as his thrusting took on a desperate sensation. My legs were being continually forced apart by the strength of his lunges into me. My body pushed back as hard as I could against him in an effort to escalate the pleasure between us.



Astonishingly, Carl’s cock seemed to swell even further inside me. It felt as though my married pussy was being ripped to shreds. I could hear our voices. Both of us were moaning and grunting. The room was now overflowing with the pungent scent of our mating. I remember glancing over at the mirror on our closet door and seeing this beautiful young black man making love to some mature white woman. I didn’t seem to recognize at the time that I was the woman and Carl was the man. I didn’t care anyway. The whole world at that moment revolved around the incredible sensation between my legs.



Carl’s body began to shake. The wine induced fog was lifting. I realized the gravity of the situation. Carl was inside me without a condom. I should have stopped. I should have stopped Carl. I should have made him pull out. I wanted to, but my body wouldn’t let me because it was happening again. Yes, once again my body was shaking. Carl’s gorgeous black cock was now doing two things. First, it was making me cum for the third time. I was helpless to react. As I shook and shuddered I came to the realization of what else Carl’s cock was doing to me. Carl shoved into me one last time. My hands felt the muscles tighten in his firm ass. Then, without warning, I felt his baby making seeding gushing into my fertile and formerly faithful womb.



Carl’s orgasm seemingly lasted forever as his ejaculation poured wave after wave of sperm inside me. When my own body calmed and the last of Carl’s seed had been deposited in me, I partially came back to my senses. I say partially because Carl never went soft. His wonderful cock was still hard and moving ever so slowly in and out of me. Despite my exhaustion, my body began responding again. My tired soft legs wrapped themselves again around Carl’s hard muscular legs. My small white hands yet again grasped his steadily thrusting black ass. My tongue searched Carl’s mouth for his wonderful tongue. This time it seemed as if it lasted for hours. For the most part I was too tired to cum. However, I did achieve orgasm when Carl finally tensed up and inseminated me again.



Next thing I knew it was daylight. It was late Saturday morning and Carl was still in my marital bed. He was awake, on his back, with his beautiful black cock standing at attention. Within seconds I was on top of Carl and sliding my pussy down over his cock. I lost count of how many times we made love before I finally had to make Carl leave on Sunday afternoon. He was barely out of my pussy and out of the house a half-hour before Tom returned from his trip. I was barely able to get the bed linens changed out before Tom came through the front door. I welcomed my husband home, at the front door, with Carl’s sperm still leaking out of me, and into my soaked panties.



Needless to say that wasn’t the last time I saw Carl. I was hooked. That was eight weeks ago. During the past eight weeks, I have spent countless hours with Carl between my legs. We would meet at his place when I could sneak away. Most of the time, however, it amounted to quickies in one of our cars. Once, I made love to Carl in his office before taking the elevator up to the next floor to visit Tom at work. Somehow I managed to keep it a secret from Tom. I don’t know how I can keep it from him much longer though. How do I tell my husband that I have been fucking his black co-worker? How do I tell my husband that Carl and I have had sex dozens of times without condoms, or for that matter, without any protection whatsoever? How do I tell my husband that I think I am pregnant?

I would like to start off by telling you that my story is true and not a fictional one like I have read here.



A little about myself, I am a young married woman of 23 years old. I first met my husband at my first job. I was 19 and he was 33 years old, I have never planed marrying someone that much older than me it just happened that way. Like I have mentioned I met him at work, and the first time I noticed him staring at me I felt very uncomfortable because he was in a management position and I was a clerical worker and also because of his age difference.



But after several weeks of small talk, I found him easy to talk to and outgoing. And then he asked me out to diner and I accepted. That evening he brought me to an incredible restaurant that I could never afford with my salary, and it was fantastic. When he dropped me off, he was a complete gentleman. I felt good going out with him, because I was so nervous from previous dates. I was still a virgin at 19 and every guy that I did go out with before tried to get into my panties, So when he asked me out again I did accept, gradually after several dates, we would French kiss and he was slow with me and I guest looking back he knew how I was and that I was still a virgin, so he took his time and slowly seduced me after several months I lost my virginity to him. I remember how incredible I felt being penetrated, except that first poke in, that burning sensation, the pain, feeling my cherry being popped, and the blood stain sheets, but then how much I got wet and thinking to myself I should have lost my virginity long ago. On New Years Eve, he proposed to me and six months later in June we were married, I just turned 20 in May and he was then 34. The first thing he wanted me to do was quit my job, he did not want me working and he wanted to start a family, he had an apartment, but we were out just about every weekend looking for to buy a home. He wanted a duplex or triplex, somewhere where we could live but also have some revenue, he always thought about making money. I said nothing but I would have preferred a detached home. Finally, he called at the apartment to tell me he found one and it was a great deal because the couple was getting a divorce.



He made an offer with conditional to an inspection approval, and the next day we found out it was ours!



It was a triplex, were the previous owners had the main floor, and the apartment on the second floor was rented, and part of the basement was converted into a studio apartment and also rented. That’s when my husband told me that the above was rented to an older couple, and the basement was rented to the couple’s wife brother and both just signed leases that July for another year. Like I mentioned my husband wanted revenue so he was delighted.



When we got to meet our tenants, I was a little taken back because they were both black, I was always very nervous around black people, but mostly from our new tenant in the basement because he was single, and I felt very intimidated when I first met him, he was tall maybe around 6’4″ and very muscular and I guest from my upbringing, my father was racist. And while my husband small talked to him, I even felt he was also intimidated and with my husband talking to him he stared at me, and I felt he was undressing me with his eyes. I did not like this arrangement and made my husband aware afterwards when we went up to our flat.



We soon found out also that because they were related that they had the apartment take up about ¾ of the basement with a quarter for our storage and a shared laundry room due the size of the studio there was not enough space for a washer & dryer. That made me feel very uncomfortable but my husband re-assured me that when his lease would be up that we would convert the basement back to our recreational room. So I felt that I would have to live with this arrangement for only another year.



One thing that I did not mentioned previously was after we got married and I moved in my husband apartment until we could find our own home, I quickly discovered that my husband was big time into porn, being home alone while he was at work I found his collection of porn movies, and most were of the interracial kind, and I mentioned to him one evening while having diner, but his re-action was every couple are into it to spice up their marriages, and that he was also a bachelor when he bought them. I told him that we were newlyweds and we did not need any spicing up. So my first thoughts were also about having a black guy living under us and the shared laundry room.



We moved in and I kept busy decorating our new home while he was at work, I would soon discover that our tenant below did not work days and would get up around noon, that is when the music would start, he drove me crazy cause I would hear it clearly, and it was rap, or hip hop I guest you would call it. Another thing that I noticed when we first met him in his studio while my husband chatted with him was the posters on his wall were all nude girls, and my eyes wondering noticed that he also had a wall unit filled with porn movies, so while his music blared it would make me think about that time in his apartment and I had those images in my mind of the nude white girls and porn movies and what he was thinking of with me there and when I was in my apartment.



We were now settled in our new home, and when I had to do the laundry I would listen with the upstairs door open before going down in the basement just trying not being alone with him in the laundry room. I would go down if it was quit, and what made feel also uncomfortable was that I go to get our dried clothes or do a switch from washer to drier, and I would find our clothes on top of the drier while his was in it. So he was taking our dried clothes out to put his in, so I knew he had to see and touch and my bras and panties.



I was always shy about my figure, because I did not like getting the looks. I am a natural blond with blue eyes and I am 5’4″ and about 120 pounds, and I have fairly large breast. I wear a size 34D cup bra, and my waist is 23″ and my hips 34″. But sooner or latter I knew I would run into him down in our own basement that we had to give access to him.



And that day came and I was so nervous and shivering, and he tried to get me into a conversation with him and he always referred to has Babe, and it made even more uncomfortable because he was undressing me with his eyes again. I guest he was trying to figure me out under my baggy track suites I wore, after seeing my bras and panties, he knew I must have big boobs and a slim body. I tried to ignore him but did want to seem rude, but after several times he made a comment that I did not have to be bitchy and I did not know how to respond and I was not telling my husband to avoid conflict.



I started to figured out what our downstairs tenant was doing for a living, he had a Hummer and he would head out just about when we had dinner, and he would be back then out, this all night long, and he would always have at least one girl with him which I thought was a girlfriend, but then I’d notice they were not the same, and then he have two, and sometimes three girls with him. I would noticed that he was constantly on his cell phone, and then it dawned on me that he had to be a Pimp!



How could I find if I was right by my assumption, I was curious, so I opened up the Yellow Pages and looked in the Escort section, and they were 5 pages of what looked like agencies. I thought what if I blocked our number and called each one and if he would answer. I waited until 5 PM and nervously dialed when I knew he was home downstairs and could hear faintly the ring sound from his cell phone, some answered and I would hang up then when I was on the 4th page and dialed King’s Maids and with one ear on my phone and the other listening for a ring downstairs, I could hear his familiars ring tone and I shook and wanted to hang up quickly, and he answered “Good Evening King’s Maids with his deep voice and I shivered and hung up, and my instinct were right, he was a Pimp, I was wondering what should I do, tell my husband, stay quiet, I knew he looked mean and we would probably have problems with him if I made a fuss about it, so I would keep it my secret.



During the week, my husband usually went to bed around 10 PM because he had to be gone before 6:30 AM to avoid traffic to get to work on time. So our love making was always on weekends, and like I mentioned before my husband love having a porn movie on while we be at it, if I’d complain about not needing porn to get intimated, he would get upset and when he turn it off, he wouldn’t stay hard, so it frustrated him, so after I would let him watch it while we had intercourse. I would wonder why interracial, was he fantasizing about others, was he fantasizing about me with a Blackman, then he would start telling me how I’d look beautiful riding a big black cock in my white blond pussy, and I’d shake my head no, oh but my mind would wonder off then thinking about our downstairs tenant, while I rode my husband and it made me feel guilty. This was our usual love making every weekend, and the more he talked about it the more I was getting wet with incredible orgasms.



During the week, I would usually stay up until after the 11 PM news, one night I remember I had forgotten to switch over my husband shirt to the drier, and I had to iron it in the morning before he left. It was about 11:30 PM, and my husband by now was deep asleep, so I tiptoed downstairs, not wanting to wake him up or alert my black tenant that I was down there if he was home. I leaned over the washer retrieving our wet clothes when suddenly arms rapped around my waist and I froze! In my ear his deep voice whispered “Ho Babe” and he knew my husband pattern and why I was down there and that my husband was most likely asleep upstairs. I couldn’t move or say anything, I was that memorized of fear, relax Babe he whispered again, he could feel me shaking and shivering, when I felt his very big hand on my back while the other one was still around my waist from behind, he then slid his hand under my baggy cotton sweatshirt on my bare back and that’s when it dawn on me that I was braless, and in no times he was bringing that hand and arm around my waist but underneath by sweatshirt and cupped my large firm breast, I was shivering he felt the goose bumps, but continued and found a very engrossed protruding hard nipple, and worked his fingers on it teasing and pitching it, then his first hand on my waist slid down under my sweatpants and found I had panties on and I felt his fingers lifting the elastic of my panties waistband until he had his hand now in my panties, I tried to keep my legs tight together but felt his stronger legs behind me trying to ply them open and within minutes I did not have the strength to keep them close and his foot pushed one leg out while my belly still leaned on the washer, and then I felt his other foot pushed my left leg out so I was now spread eagle leaning forward while he continued to play with both breast. He now had a foot on the inside of each of my feet to keep me spread wide, and I was trapped between the washer and him with my legs apart and I could not move when I felt his hand now sliding down on my pussy and he knew how to play with my clit and I was already wet like I’ve never been before with my husband and I turned around and looked at him I told him to stop that I am married but it was in an aroused voice and he knew he had me, back and forth he would rub my clit and fingered my tight hole, his finger actually felt the same size of my husbands penis, and his other had now slid down my sweatpants and his hand was now on my bare bum, and he worked it down between my bum cheeks onto my protruding pussy lips from behind of me so he had one hand rubbing my clit and the one on my bum cheeks with a finger going in and out like my husband would say sloppy wet pussy.



I felt him working on undoing his pants while he kept me on the verge of exploding a wild orgasm, and the I felt a hard object like it was a baseball bat and then realize that it was his penis, and he rubbed it up and down my wet pussy lips and teasing my clit from behind, then suddenly in a quick hump I felt a sharp brutal force of pain driving deep in me his manhood that I knew then that I have never felt in my life, nothing like the first time with my husband when I thought it could not get better, but I was so wrong.



He humped and humped me from behind with speed, going so deep that I felt that I was a virgin again and with brutal force. I could hear my bum cheeks slapping against him with his hands now on each side of my waist, and felt my big boobs bounced like never before, it was like now I was with a man and not a boy. His head was now next to mine and he was trying to get me to kiss him and his tongue made it to my lips and forcing them open until his tongue met mine and it was a normal reaction of deep kissing each other while I felt I was having the orgasm of my life and at that same moment I felt him hardening up and with an injection that felt like someone was using a power washer in my pussy with jet streams of sperm being pumped into my white womb when it dawn on me that my husband and I was trying to have our first child and I was fertile but I did not care and pumped back to his rhythm until we both collapsed on the basement floor.



It took about 20 minutes before my legs stop shaking and I had the strength to get up, he kept hugging me and kissing me, and telling how beautiful and hot I was, and with sexy clothes on nobody would resist me.



Soon, when I got back upstairs and in the shower, I soon realized what just happened and how I felt incredible guilty, while his semen just poured out of me, it just seemed not to stop while I took my shower. I was drying myself and it was still dripping out, and I still felt how lubed I was, and smelt his cum aroma.



For days, I avoided going down, but finally when I did I confronted him and told him that it was a big mistake and it would never happen again. He approached me and I told him to no, but he put his arms around me and his deep voice in my ear again sent shivers down my belly and he began to kiss my neck and I soon realize he was lifting my top off and had his mouth suckling on my hard nipple while this time he picked me up and carried me into his studio were his sofa bed was already drawn out and laid me down with ease while his big body just shadowed over me. In no time I was fucking him again like the first time but now he had me in his bed and I was lying on my back with my legs wide open while he pilled drove me and basted another load of Black African seeds in me. I was so sore afterwards but so satisfied!



It began a regular routine when my husband left for work, I would walk downstairs, he kept his door unlocked for me, and I would get in bed with him and he had me wake him up by giving him a blow job. I got so good at it and he would tell me how hot I was and you could not get a better view seeing a sexy blond bobbling up and down on his 11″ uncircumcised blackcock, I got this incredible appetite for the taste of his sperm, I never liked my husband salty taste, his was more creamy, and the aroma had me creaming my panties. Even though we fucked at least 4 times a week and sometimes more. He still wanted me to fuck my husband, but I am sure he knew that I would never be satisfied by my husband small white penis, because he knew I was so tight that first few times that he stretched me and when I did have sex with my husband I felt that something was missing and I felt empty.



I knew this day would come when I missed my period, it sent shivers over me, and I really did not know what to do, but at the same time I felt like a naughty girl, a real tramp, a slut, but also satisfied by being breed by a Blackman and having a Negro child in me. Now I will have to deal with my husband and racist father!

A plan formed in my mind that night, which I put into action the next morning. I made a few calls, setup a few appointments, and then called my girls to let them know I would be at a conference for the weekend. Each of them handled it differently. They all wanted to go, but when I told them that I wouldn’t go with anyone who continued to treat me indifferently, their personalities came out.



Geo informed me that she would start treating me properly when I agreed to her terms, but to have fun. Dixie commented that she probably shouldn’t go anyway, as she had a lot of homework to get done. Amber was the one who seemed to be having the hardest time. She went back and forth, wanting to be with me, but unwilling to break her word to Geo. In the end, I went alone, which was just as well. I didn’t want any of them knowing what I was really doing.



So on Thursday afternoon I found myself flying out west to Las Vegas. There was a conference going on where all the major strip club owners were getting together, and discussing various ideas and ways to improve business. My club was doing great, but why not get help from the big guys? At least, that was the premise for this trip.



I was lucky enough to get a window seat, and the plane was mostly empty. Thankfully the flight was plenty short, and I stepped into the dry hot air of Nevada. Catching a Taxi to my hotel was easy enough, and I sank onto the bed as soon as I entered my room.



I decided to be somewhat magnanimous, and called the girls to let them know I was alright. Once again, Amber was the most emotional, telling me how much she missed me, while the other two just gave me their love, and told me not to gamble too much.



My main appointment wasn’t until tomorrow, but tonight was when the conference started. I thought it would be a good idea to come back with something to show I had actually attended the conference, and walked down to the conference rooms where the event was taking place.



Checking in with the registrar, I pinned my name piece to my jacket, and walked into a room full of noise. I checked the schedule, and saw that there were events for both strippers and owners. I decided to go to one for owners first.



It was a boring affair, consisting mainly of good business practices, and ways to stay within the local laws, without staying within the laws.



I debated on going into one for the strippers, until I noticed other men going into it as well. It wasn’t until I was seated that I realized that the other men must be male strippers. Vegas was very different from back home, and there were just some things that I seemed to struggle wrapping my head around.



“You must be an owner,” a soft voice said beside me. I turned to look at the speaker, and had to swallow. The dry Nevada air had already made my throat dry, but the brunette sitting next to me in very skimpy clothes was beautiful.



“What makes you say that?” I asked.



“Well, you are muscled enough to be a bouncer, but they rarely ever get to come to these, but not chiseled enough to be a chip’n'dale, though you do have the face for it. Also, your suit knocks that last out. Male strippers prefer to show off their wares more. I’m Angel, by the way,” she offered me her hand, and I shook it.



“Yeah, I own a club back east, and thought I’d see how things are done out here.”



“Well, if you’d like, I’d be happy to show you around…” I had heard of scam artists here in Vegas, but figured she was safe enough. A woman this hot couldn’t be bad, could she?



I agreed, but thought to keep one hand on my wallet. Throughout the afternoon, Angel showed me around, introduced me to a few of the really big club owners, and made me feel pretty important. I made some great contacts, but I noticed that people constantly stared at us everywhere we went. I was even certain a few took pictures.



“What’s the deal with people out here?” I finally asked as the day started to draw to a close. “I mean, you’re beautiful and all, but people stare at us like we’re famous or something.”



Angel looked at me with her cool brown eyes, and I felt like my soul was being measured. “You really don’t recognize me, do you?”



Oh shit! Did I go to school with her or something? I started to wrack my brain for anything that might remind me of who she was, but kept coming up blank. I hated to do it, but I had to tell her the truth. Hopefully she wouldn’t hate me for not remembering her. “I’m afraid I don’t. I’m really sorry!”



Angel laughed, and I knew all was forgiven. “You really are too much, John!” She placed her hand against my chest, as she continued to laugh. I was starting to feel foolish. “At first I’d thought you’d sat next to me, knowing who I was. But when you didn’t start hitting on my like every other man here, I assumed you were gay.” I immediately opened my mouth to protest. I didn’t have any problems with the gay community, I just knew I wasn’t. “Oh, I know you aren’t. You have been a perfect gentleman, but I have still caught you looking at the other women here, and I have seen how you try your best to look me in the eyes, but sometimes fail.” Her bluntness was really starting to turn my cheeks red. I had thought I was being discreet, but apparently she had been watching me closer than I’d thought. “When you continued to treat me like a person, Instead of a– Well, I started to wonder if you truly didn’t know who I was. I kept waiting for you to make your move, but you haven’t.” She looked at me, and I felt that weighing sensation again. “It has been a long time since anyone has treated me like that.”



“I’ve only tried to repay the kindness you’ve shown me today,” I said lamely, regretting the words as soon as they were out of my mouth. She obviously expected something else, and my curiosity was now completely peaked. “Umm… So who are you?”



She laughed again, and this time I found it infectious. “I guess I still haven’t said, have I? Come with me, I’ll show you.” She grabbed my hand, and led me to a different part of the conference that we hadn’t made it to yet. The different scenery was the first thing I’d noticed. Instead of strip club advertisements, I now started seeing advertisements for porn videos. Having the very strict religious upbringing my parents had given me, I’d never actually watched one before. Even owning the club, and considering some of the things I’d done with the girls, I was shocked to see some of the lewd things that were on the covers of the DVDs. Call me dense, but I couldn’t figure out why Angel was bringing me back here, until she stopped, and shoved one in my hands.



“I don’t…” I said, confused.



“Look!” She pointed, and I looked where her finger ended. There Angel stood, completely nude, except for tiny stars covering her crotch and nipples, on the cover of the DVD case. The title read ‘Angel’s Day off,’ and on the back were a number of smaller pictures, most of them with her in them, in various sex acts. Oddly, I felt embarrassed to be looking at this friendly woman in so personal a situation, even though she was barely clothed in front of me now.



“So you’re a…”



“A porn star, yes.” There was a question in her eyes, as she looked up at me. Then everything she had said only a few moments ago made sense.



“That’s why you thought… But then I… And then I didn’t…” I couldn’t seem to form complete sentences in my head as she continued to look at me.



“I shouldn’t have told you.” I could tell she wasn’t happy now. “You were treating me so well, not like I’m a complete slut or a whore, and now you see me differently, don’t you?”



How did I see her? Was she the nice woman that had helped me around the conference all afternoon, or was she the girl on the cover of the DVD I still held in my hand? I put the DVD back, and placed my hands on her shoulders, looking into her eyes.



“I have strippers that work for me that have Master’s degrees, and I have some that dropped out of high school.” She arched one delicate eyebrow, not understanding what I was getting at. Well, it was payback for a bit ago, I thought. “Just because they are strippers, doesn’t mean they are dirty sluts that would do anything to get a buck. Oh, I know some of them are, but they don’t work long for me.” She still looked confused. “Okay, look. You have been great today, showing me around, and helping me make those contacts. That is how I think of you. So you have a job doing porn. So what? If it pays the bills, and you enjoy it, I’m the last person to judge.”



I knew she finally understood when she flung her arms around my neck, and her lips were mashed against mine. My arms reflexively wrapped around her waist as I returned the kiss.



When we finally parted, I noticed a noise that had been drowned out by the pounding of blood in my ears.



Clapping.



Looking around, I saw a lot of people staring and clapping, and a few were even giving me a thumbs up.



“Let’s get outta here,” Angel said, and I was all too eager to agree. We wound our way back to the stripper side of the conference, and a thought occurred to me.



“If you do that for a living, why were you over here today?”



“I started out as a stripper, and a producer saw me dancing. Sometimes when the fans get a bit overwhelming, I like to remember my roots, you might say.”



“Why haven’t any of your fans approached you while I was with you?” I asked, wondering.



“I know a few wanted to, but the way I hung on your arm, might have kept them back. I truly enjoyed spending the day with you, John.”



“And I, you!” I replied with an honest smile, and then noticed we were at the elevators. “Umm… Would you like to come on up?” After what she’d just revealed to me, I realized how my question might sound, and started trying to backtrack. “I didn’t mean for… I mean… I would if… But that wasn’t why…”



Her finger pressed against my lips shut me up. “I would love to.” I pressed the button on the wall for my floor, and we rode the elevator up, in near silence, except of the occasional smacking noise or moan as we made out. We had to stop on the fourth floor, however as a stuffy old couple stepped in with us.



When we finally reached my door, it took me a couple tries to get the keycard in the lock, and I almost broke it, in my hurry to open the door. It slammed against the wall as Angel forced me inside. I felt the bed hit the back of my legs, and I toppled over backwards, only to have the air pressed out of me as Angel landed on top. Our tongues met and writhed, matching the rhythms of our bodies, as my hands traveled along her back, thighs, ass, head, and basically anything else I could reach.



Her hips lifted, and I felt her hands at my waist, trying to undo my pants. Seconds later they were on the floor. Angel sat up, and I slid my hands up her sides, lifting her shirt up over her head, to join my pants. She was beautiful, as she sat on me, in only a black miniskirt and pink lacy bra. My hands darted to her back, and it only took me a second to undo the fastener. Since my mouth was already nearly at her chest, I bit between her cups, and growled as I yanked back, revealing her handful sized breasts. I was shocked at how pink her nipples were. I had never seen any so pink before, and my mouth watered at the sight of them.



I brought my lips to her left nipple, kissing it tenderly, until she grabbed the back of my head, pulling me in tighter to it. I began to suck like a man starved, as my hands dove into the waistband of her skirt, cupping her tiny ass in my hands. I used my hands to grind her against my boxer covered crotch, eliciting a moan from both of us. Her hand on the back of my head pulled me away from her pretty pink nipple with a sloppy pop, and I looked up to meet her gaze. Hungrily she brought her lips to mine in a kiss that was both tender, and passionate. The way her tongue and lips moved against mine increased my lust for this woman tenfold.



With a firm grip on each of her cheeks, I lifted her up, and then quickly pulled down her skirt and panties, bringing them to her knees. She broke the kiss to finish removing them, and I got the opportunity to really admire her naked beauty. Her breasts were slightly pointed, topped by the aforementioned pink nipples. Her waist was thin, but not so thin she looked anorexic. Her legs seemed to start at her ankles and just keep going, finally terminating in a small triangle of fuzz at her pussy. Her inner labia were large, and very swollen, protruding from her outer labia by a small bit.



That was all I was able to note, as she gripped my boxers, and nearly tore them from my body. I unbuttoned my shirt, I don’t remember taking off my jacket but that didn’t surprise me, and soon sat just as naked as she was.



“Holy shit! You should work in porn with a cock that big!” She exclaimed, admiring my package. “It is pretty rare to see one so–” Her words were cut off as she bent over and lustily swallowed the head between her lips. I have had some good blowjobs before, but the way Angel used her tongue, lips, and even teeth had me blowing down her throat in only a couple of minutes. Since my lack of sex lately, it was a pretty intense orgasm, leaving me panting by the time it had finished washing over me.



“Holy shit, yourself! I’ve never had a BJ that… That… WOW!”



She smiled up at me, licking up a bit of cum that had leaked out, and swallowing it. “I hope you’re not done yet.”



I knew it would probably be a few minutes for me to fully recover. “Come here, I want to taste you, now!” I demanded, and then braced myself as she nearly tackled me with her pussy. I have never tasted one with such big lips, but I used what the girls had taught me to great effect. Sucking hard on her labia, I ran my tongue between them, occasionally darting up to her clit, then back down to her hole, where I would shove my whole tongue in as deep as I could.



I felt her lips wrap back around my cock, and moaned into her pussy as she began to revive it with her excellent technique. One of her hands cupped and fondled my balls, while the other slid up and down my shaft, and her tongue worked the head.



Suddenly her whole body froze, and I could feel my cock vibrating between her tongue and the roof of her mouth as she mewled loudly in her own orgasm. My mouth was soaked, as her juices escaped my lips, and started trickling down my neck and cheeks.



She rolled off me, and turned up to grab my wet cheeks. “I haven’t cum like that from having my pussy eaten in years! Where did you learn to do that so well?” She said, staring deep into my eyes. Before I had a chance to answer, her lips were pressed to mine again, as she licked her wetness from my face. She rolled on top of me, and I positioned my cock for her entrance. “Oh, Gawd, I’ve got to feel that monster in me!” She nearly screamed when it bumped her cunt.



I grabbed her hips, and gradually pressed her down, as I lifted my hips. I felt her lips spread over my cock, and gently swallow me in. She had told me she was a porn star, but she was tight! I had to slowly work in and out of her, despite how wet she was. She would loosen up as I moved in, but when I started to pull out, she would clamp down so hard, it hurt and felt wonderful at the same time. I had heard of women with strong kegel muscles, but she must really work hers for them to be this powerful.



Finally I felt our pelvises touch as Angel threw her head back to let out a throaty moan. I leaned up, and started nibbling on her neck, while she started up a rhythm with her hips.



“Oh, fuck… I feel you in every inch of me. Oooh, I am getting close.” I latched onto her pink right nipple, and with my hands still on her hips, picked up her pace. Lifting my hips slightly, I was able to go just a bit deeper into her. “Oh, Gawd, that’s it! Fuck me, I’m cuuuummmmiiinnnnggggggggg!”



I had to stop moving her altogether, as her strong cunny muscles gripped my cock with enough force, I was almost afraid she was going to rip my manhood off. I just lay there, and as she started to relax, her inner folds started massaging more than gripping, and I moaned into her tit.



I rolled us over, and lifted her hips slightly as I got up on my knees. I put my arms under her legs, drawing them up to my shoulders, while I groped her tiny rear. Turning my head, I gently nibbled on her ankle, and then kissed my way along her slender foot. I was using my grip on her to slide her up and down my slick cock, as I started to suck her toes between my lips.



“Wow, what are you doing to me?” She asked dreamily, and I picked up my pace a little. “Damn, but that feels goooood.” She drawled out the last part, then bit her lower lip, and started pinching her pink nipples. I kept this up, switching to her other foot, and knew she was starting to get close again from her breathing. I was glad, because the way she was milking me on every thrust had me about ready to spew my second load for the night.



I reached around with my right hand, and started rubbing her clit with my thumb, sending her crashing into another powerful orgasm. I kept pushing in and out of her, despite (or maybe because of) the way she gripped my cock. Just as she started to come down, I let loose with stream after stream of my seed. She screamed as another orgasm took her, and it felt like her vagina was trying to milk every ounce of jism out of me, that it could.



I collapsed onto my side; next to this aptly name Angel, trying to catch my breath.



“Mmm, that was phenomenal. How often do you come to Vegas?”



I had to laugh. “This was my first visit, but now that I now there are Angels here, I may have to come out more often!”



“Well… We’d best make the most of this trip then. What are your plans for tomorrow?”



Shit! Tomorrow I had my appointment, and I knew I wouldn’t be up for any extracurricular activities afterwards. Not for a couple days at least… That’s why I had made this trip; to be away from the girls, so that I could recover before I came back. Now that I thought more on it though, my conscience started to fight me. Was I prepared to deceive the women I loved? I felt like I was sinking to the level they had been treating me at. I resolved then and there to call the doctor and cancel my vasectomy. I didn’t know what would happen, but I was determined to remain honest with the girls. The hand sliding gently up and down my arm, as the beautiful Angel still looked at me, waiting for my answer brought me back to the here and now. Well, honest about some things at least…



“Well, I’m not due back home till Monday, and the conference was the only thing I had planned…” I trailed off as I felt Angel’s lips on my neck. I was nowhere near recovered, but I had more than my penis at hand to try and please this insatiable woman.



The only time over the next few days that we left the room was to eat (when we didn’t just order room service).



* * *



I was a bit disappointed when I stepped out to the baggage claim area, that Amber was the only one to greet me.



“Dixie wanted to be here, but she had some big tests to take that her professors wouldn’t let her out of,” the sexy pregnant redhead told me. “Geo is another matter. Did you really have a vasectomy while you were away?” Amber planted herself in front of me, and glared as she blocked my path.



“How… How did you hear about that?” I stammered in disbelief.



“They called to confirm your appointment shortly after you left. You gave them the landline.” Her voice was dry, and I could see the fire burning in her eyes.



“What did Geo say?” Was all I could think to ask.



“‘What did Geo say?’ Is that all you can think to ask? Is she the only one whose feelings you’re concerned about?”



I knew I was in serious trouble now. Amber’s tone left no doubt in my mind. “No, of course not! I just didn’t think–”



“Of course you didn’t think!” She cut me off, and stormed back to her car. Even pregnant, she could move with speed and grace when she wanted to.

This story happened just before my 30th birthday, a few months before my first daughter was born.



I was happily married to the husband that I am still married to now, and who I went on to have two further children with. Whilst I was unfaithful to him, I didn’t feel guilty. I still don’t. It was one of the most erotic experiences of my life.



I was six months pregnant and working still as a head of faculty in a large college on the outskirts of west London. I felt huge and tired, unsexy and like the pregnancy had swallowed up my femininity: my always large breasts now felt engorged and heavy, the round curve of my belly made me feel fat. Fat seemed to have gathered on the curved bone of my hips.



I was sitting at my desk in my office, trying to work but I was uncomfortable. My breasts strained against the fabric of my formal work blouse, and the waistband of my smart skirt dug into my stomach. My feet ached in my high heels and I sighed as I eased them off. Just then there was a knock at the door.



“Come in.” I called.



Gareth entered. Gareth was 22 and hadn’t been at our college long. I was his line manager and I knew that he was quiet and fairly shy. He wasn’t struggling exactly, but I knew that the job didn’t come easily to him.



He came into the room in a characteristically shy way- gaze cast down and his shoulders slightly slumped.



“You alright Gareth?” I asked, shifting my bulk in my seat.



“Yeah, thanks.” He replied. His eyes flicked up to me and back down again. He sat in the chair opposite my desk. “I just wanted those scripts back from you?” His Welsh accent sounded foreign, quaint here in London and whenever he spoke I fought the urge to smile.



I went to stand and as I extended to my full height to reach the folder Gareth needed, I stretched across the small office and was aware of his eyes on me. “God, you’re really showing now.” He said. I was surprised by his boldness, and smiled.



“Feeling it now.” I said, sitting back down. “Three months to go and I feel like a whale.” I passed the folder across to him and he took it and flicked through the pages.



“You look nice.” He said, suddenly shy again. I laughed, not for a second thinking he meant anything by it.



“That’s very kind of you to say and I will remember it in your appraisal, but I look like a wrestler.” I said absently, already scrolling back through my emails, anticipating that he would leave. It was his turn to smile now, and he said in the quietest voice imaginable,



“You were beautiful before but you’re twice as beautiful now. Don’t forget it.” And with that he got up and left.



I couldn’t stop thinking about what Gareth had said for the rest of the day. I was happily married, and had no desire for anyone else in my life but my husband, but as my pregnancy progressed I had become more and more sexually frustrated. My husband was worried about hurting me and despite my protestations as the months had gone on, he was less willing to be as open and adventurous as he had been in the bedroom. As my hormones surged I had resorted to self-gratification, getting home from work before my husband and using my powerful vibrator on my aching clit.



I had never looked at Gareth sexually- he was just a young man who worked for me and who had barely entered my consciousness. But the more I thought about him, the more I appreciated his charms. He was tall, quite wiry but in a way that you could tell muscle tone was building. In five years time he would be muscly and well built. He had nice, wide shoulders and shining green eyes which were set off by his reddish hair which he tousled in a becoming fashion. He dressed nicely in casual checked shirts and chinos and the more I considered him, sat there at my desk, the more I longed to be able to lay back in indulge in the fantasy, my hands exploring my body as I did so.



An hour or so passed and I had gotten back down to work, my fantasy about my young colleague on hold until I could get home and indulge. Just then an email pinged onto my desktop.



From: Gareth McGee



Date: Mar 19, 2011 at 2:29 PM



Subject: Apologies



To: Suzanne Catton suzannec@thecollege.ac.uk



Hi Suzanne



I just wanted to apologise for the way I behaved in your office this morning. I shouldn’t have said you were beautiful. It was entirely unprofessional. It won’t happen again, sorry.



Best wishes



Gareth



I read the email and tried to make sense of it. Why had he felt the need to send it? Why was he embarrassed? But then why had I been fantasizing about him all morning? Had there been sexual tension in the room? I had thought it was the imaginings of a hormonal woman, but perhaps it wasn’t. Perhaps he had felt it too. Before I could think about it or stop myself I had hit reply and written back.



From: Suzanne Catton suzannec@thecollege.ac.uk



Date: Mar 19, 2011 at 2:32 PM



Subject: RE: Apologies



To: Gareth McGee




It was the nicest thing anyone has said to me in ages.



Suze



I sat staring at my reply, instantly regretting having sent it and drumming my fingers on the desk. Every minute that passed was torture and I imagined tribunals and sexual harassment cases and getting into a whole world of trouble. My inbox pinged.



From: Gareth McGee




Date: Mar 19, 2011 at 2:38 PM



Subject: Apologies



To: Suzanne Catton suzannec@thecollege.ac.uk



I wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true.



Gareth



I was confused. Was he flirting? What was he saying? Why was he saying it? Nothing could happen- I was married, I was six months pregnant. So why was I feeling so hot under my stuffy work clothes? Why was I getting breathless and why were my nipples- the nipples on my uncomfortably large breasts- suddenly hard. I hit reply.



From: Suzanne Catton suzannec@thecollege.ac.uk



Date: Mar 19, 2011 at 2:41 PM



Subject: RE: Apologies



To: Gareth McGee




You’re making me blush.



S



Almost instantly he sent back:



From: Gareth McGee




Date: Mar 19, 2011 at 2:42 PM



Subject: Apologies



To: Suzanne Catton suzannec@thecollege.ac.uk



I would happily make you blush whenever you wanted.



G



My breathing was heavy now, laboured and I was definitely aroused. But where could this go? Impulsively I wrote back.



From: Suzanne Catton suzannec@thecollege.ac.uk



Date: Mar 19, 2011 at 2:45 PM



Subject: RE: Apologies



To: Gareth McGee




Come to my office after school. At 4.30.



S



I spent the rest of the afternoon feeling simultaneously excited and sick and aroused and guilty. I rang my husband and made small talk, wondering what the hell I was about to do, if I was being mad. No, I was definitely being mad. But at 4.30 what would happen? Would he even come? And then what? Furtive rubbing in my office? Snogging by the filing cabinet. A few times I decided to not be in the office when he came calling and then a few more times convinced myself that he would never turn up.



But as 4.30 came ever closer I was still in the office and found myself putting Chanel on my wrists and reapplying lipstick and mascara. And then, the excitement at fever pitch and my heart in my throat, at 4.28 he appeared in the doorway, gauche but gorgeous.



“Close the door.” I said. He did as I asked, raising the catch as he did so that the door was locked from the inside, and sat opposite me. “I’m sorry about all that silly emailing,” I began, “the truth is…” but he interrupted before I could finish.



“Suzy, I think you’re gorgeous.” He said. I stopped speaking and blushed. “I know you’re married and pregnant and it can’t go anywhere. But I have thought you were lovely since the day I walked in here a year ago and…I do think you’re gorgeous and if you need….something. Now. Some excitement. I want to…. Help.” I was stumped as to what I should say next, but instead leant over the table and kissed him, firmly on the mouth. In seconds he was up and out of his chair, pushing me back into mine and snogging the face off of me. I groaned into his mouth.



“I haven’t had sex in months.” I moaned as he continued to kiss me. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” He pushed his mouth harder onto mine.



“You’re so fucking sexy.” He whispered, biting my lip. “Every week you grow bigger, curvier, I can’t keep my eyes off you.” Even in the midst of my lust I wondered if he had a fetish for pregnant women, and if that was sick. He pushed his hand into my blouse and felt my huge breasts. “Your tits, your arse, your belly….. they’re so fucking sexy.” He pulled at the buttons and my breasts were revealed in their lacy red bra. “I see you around the college and you turn me on so much.” I was so wet and so horny, I wanted him there and then, inside me, on top of me. I broke away from the kiss.



“We can’t do this here. Do you live on your own?” He withdrew from my face, standing with his erection obvious in his chinos. He nodded.



“Well not exactly but my flatmate- Jeremy- he won’t be back til after eight and it’s just around the corner.” I nodded and began to button up my blouse. “You could meet me there? In half an hour?” He was almost pleading, his voice sounded desperate. I nodded again and handed him a pad of post-its to write the address on.



An hour later and we were in his room, naked and his head was buried in my tight, bald snatch. Tumbling into the room twenty minutes before, we had snogged on the bed before he undressed me, delicately but with such focus and lust that that itself had been painfully erotic. My pussy ached to be touched and as soon as I was naked he had kissed down from my breasts to the curve of my big belly and began licking the hairless folds of my neglected cunt.



For one so young he was adept at oral and delicately kissing and licking the flesh of my hard bud he had me cumming into his mouth after only minutes. I cried out as I came, bunching the bedclothes in my fists and kicking my feet. He brought his hot mouth back up to mine, and kissed me with salty, cunty breathe. I could feel his hard cock, large and veiny against my hip. He kissed my neck.



“This doesn’t have to be sex.” He said. “It can just be about you. I can just please you.” I groaned as he kissed my neck harder, but I needed to feel him inside of me. By way of an answer I eased myself down his body, more musculer than I had anticipated, and licked his cock from balls to head and eased it into my mouth. He yelped like a man who had been touched with a live wire and tangled his hands into my hair. Bobbing up and down on his tool, he moaned and groaned and soon his breathing was labored and I could feel his balls tighten in my hand. Withdrawing before he came, I moved and pushed myself down onto his hardness in one, fluid motion, my tight and wet cunt engulfing him and surrounding him. His hands were everywhere, exploring and enjoying my alien body, soft and hard at the same time, curves and bumps.



“You’ve never been sexier, Suzanne.” He gasped, calling me by my formal name, my work name, “You’re fucking beautiful.” His hands rubbed the roundness of my belly and as I bounced the fat thump of my tits timed the fuck like a metronome. I rubbed my hard clit and bounced and I came like a ton of bricks, crying out as my pussy convulsed and my head swam. My belly hardened and I maneuvered off of him, arranging myself on all fours.



“Do me from behind,” I purred, “And do it fucking hard.” Not wasting a second he gripped my shapely hips and drove his massive tool into me. He hit my cervix and I screamed out, “yeah just like that, fuck me hard you fucking pervert.” He slammed me, his balls slapping my clit and his thighs against mine. “You fucking like shagging a big, fat, pregnant woman, don’t you?” I gasped.



“You’re the sexiest slut I’ve ever fucking had.” He growled, edging me ever closer to a final, extraordinary climax. “I love your fucking huge tits and your round belly. I could fuck you all day. Rub your fucking clit and bring yourself off, you dirty bitch.” I rubbed and rubbed my hot button, savouring the feelings in my cunt and my clit and then it happened, the hugest cum of my life, my hormones and frustrations and Gareths exertions coming together so that I nearly passed out. Pulling his cock from deep within me, Gareth pushed me onto my back and stroking himself swiftly pulled himself one, two, three times before a stream of hot cock cream spurted from his balls and onto my baby-filled belly.



Putting on my clothes ten minutes later, Gareth was shy again.



“Thanks.” I said, picking up my handbag. “I really enjoyed that.”



“You’re welcome, Suzanne,” he said, quite formally, “I hope we do it again. Soon.”

This is a fictional work of sexual relations with people of different races and incest. If you are offended by either aspect please don’t read it. This is not a true story, but it could be.



*



It was Friday night. I just came home late from work and was expecting to sit down, relax and enjoy my supper, but that was not to be. For upon entering the house, my 18 year old daughter, Cindy, ran up to me and launched herself into a giant hug with me. Normally this would not be a big deal but today was different; she was wearing her cheerleader outfit. The one that was way too small and way too tight for her. I have a bit of a fetish for cheerleaders, and right now my daughter, was right here in front of me mashing her large voluptuous breasts into my chest. Since I am much taller than my daughter she has to lean into me and stand on her tippy toes. For all of her squirming on me, I was instantly hard and tenting my slacks.



After she stopped hugging me and lowered herself, my bulging cock caught the edge of her flared skirt and lifted it slightly revealing her purple panties. I nearly came in my shorts. She just jokingly said, “Go take a cold shower daddy. Oh and by the way this is Shelia. She just transferred into the school and tried out for the cheer team this year.” She half turned and standing behind her was a cute milk chocolate African-American girl. She must have been about 5’4″, with at least 38D breasts and from the looks of it a cute bubble butt. She had long wavy black hair and the most interesting thing about her was her baby blue eyes. But there was something about her face I just could not put my finger on.



“Hi Shelia, I’m Cindy’s Dad, Tom. Nice to meet you.”



“Nice to meet you sir,” Shelia replied.



“Dad Shelia is going to spend the night with me ok. She’s new and doesn’t have any friends yet. I wanted to show her the ropes so to speak.”



“Ok princess, that’s fine with me.”



“Go get changed dad, I made dinner and it will be ready in a few minutes.”



With that I went upstairs to my bedroom to change into my pajamas. On my way up the stairs I could not help but over hearing Shelia say to Cindy, “His thingy was poking straight out into your leg; was it hard?” “Shelia that’s my dad we’re talking about; and yeah it was as hard as rock.” They started giggling and turned to go into the kitchen.



Up in my room I started to undress and as I did so my 7″ cock was still hard as a rock as my daughter put it. I give it a few quick strokes and then tucked it into my pj pants. I didn’t have the time to service myself and thought I would do it later this evening. So after getting dressed I headed down to dinner. “Smells good princess!”



“It’s your favorite, cheeseburger surprise.”



Shelia asked, “What do you mean surprise?”



“Well my dad started this recipe where you had to add an ingredient or two to the mixture and the other person had to figure out what it was, and it could be anything. This time I think I have out done myself.” My daughter liked to push the envelope with this family activity, and the last time she made it she said she had added ground coffee beans. I was up all night last time she made cheeseburger surprise. We all sat down and ate our cheeseburgers. They were delicious as usual. From our dinner conversations I got the impression that not only was Shelia shy, but was wasn’t very bright. She was very nice and pleasant, but she was no rocket scientist. I guess that is why she tried out for the cheer team. The girls on the team were cute and pretty but not too smart. My daughter was the semi exception, she was a solid B student, and was looking to go to college to cheer there.



I did find out that Shelia and her mom had just moved to Blue Ball, PA from Intercourse, PA. I had mentioned to Shelia that I was originally from Intercourse, PA. I asked her what her last name was but it didn’t ring any bells with me. Well dinner ended and I told the girls that I would clean up, if only to get them out of my sight. Their young breasts were bouncing while they laughed and it was making me have issues. They excused themselves for the night and I set about clearing the table. After I finished loading the dish washer I grabbed a beer and the book I was working on and sat down in my Lazy-Boy to read. I call hear the shower running and figured they must be getting ready for bed.



About a half hour later Cindy and Shelia came downstairs and what I saw nearly killed me. Both girls were wearing, from the looks of it, Cindy’s see-thru baby-doll nighties, and most importantly neither was wearing any panties. I had raised Cindy to love and respect her body, and that there was nothing wrong with the nude form. Ever since her mom passed away I had to raise her by myself, and sexually was a topic I tried to keep simple and I tried to make sure it was not an embarrassing issue. Cindy’s only vice was that she liked to buy sexy lingerie from Victoria’s Secret and Frederick’s of Hollywood to name a few places.



As to the show I was getting I could see that both girls were completely shaved, and were as bald as a baby’s behind. Cindy jumped into my lap, as she did so her baby-doll flew up a bit and her ass landed square on my cock. She squirmed around a bit to settle into my lap, grinding her soft ass into my dick, which unfortunately had popped out of my pj’s when I saw the two girls. My shaft was sticking straight up between Cindy’s ass cheeks and my dick head was rubbing against her labia. Her lips felt around nestled against my dick, and I could feel my cock head was starting to get wet from her leaking cunt.



I was lost in a moment of pure lust when Cindy said, “I had to teach Shelia how to shave her twat daddy. She had a really hairy bush and that won’t do for being on the cheer team.” For a moment I wondered what Cindy’s comment about how hairy bushes would not do for being on the cheer team meant. I looked over at Shelia, and she was blushing as well as expecting something…almost as if she was looking for a comment or feedback…from me?! “Ummm…It looks nice Shelia.” My daughter thumped me on the shoulder as if to say you can do better than that. “It looks like you’ll make some guy very happy.” Shelia looked perplexed by what I just said until Cindy said, “What he means to say Shelia is; you’ll make some guy very happy to cum deep inside knocking you up while he’s fucking your brains out.” With that she wiggled her ass a bit and I swear I felt my dick head slip part way into her cunt. I could almost swear I saw her take a deep breath in and she was definitely starting to get flushed. Shelia was even more blushed then before, “Do you really mean it?”



“Of course he does Shelia; he’s the best daddy in the whole wide world!” With that she leaned into me, mashed her breasts once more into my chest and gave me a really big hug. She kissed me on the cheek and said goodnight. She got up off my wet dripping dick, with her juices dripping down onto my cock. Shelia must have seen this and she took in a deep breath in surprise. Cindy grabbed Shelia by the hand and pushed her onto me taking up a similar position, again the baby-doll hiked up and her bubble butt fell straight into my lap. Only this time instead of just laying between her ass cheeks, my dick was fully erect and it thrust straight up into Shelia’s pussy. Because she was falling down onto my cock the resistance I felt was only momentarily perceived. I groaned out in sheer pleasure, while she yelped in pain. I asked her what was wrong, and Shelia said she had been a virgin. I looked down and sure enough there was a trickle of blood running down my cock.



Before my daughter left she whispered into my ear, “Figure out yet what the surprise was in the cheeseburger?” I shook my head no, and she replied “I ground up some of your Viagra and some ecstasy.” Have fun was all she said as she walked out of the living room to go upstairs. No wonder I was having trouble thinking clearly and no wonder my dick was aching. I have not been with a woman in 2 years since my wife’s death, so this accidental contact was driving me insane as to what to do. My mind was trying to say no it’s wrong, but my dick and the drugs were screaming yes. In the end all I could do was say sorry to Shelia as I picked her up and repositioned her on the couch. I did not take my dick out of her for fear if I did she would not continue and would leave. I looked into her face and started to fuck her like a man possessed.



As I was fucking Shelia, my mind drifted back to when I was in high school. I was the quarterback of the football team then, and I had thrown for 4 touchdowns and ran for another one to win our home coming game. After the game ended and everyone was breaking up, Melissa walked up to me. Melissa was the head cheerleader then, hence my fetish today. She was African-American but she was a sexy dark chocolate color. She had had curves that no girl should ever have, and she started to have them the moment she hit puberty. “Hey Tom, that was great game!” Thanks I said. Hey I know you just broke up with Wendy last week, but I was wondering if you had anyone or any plans on going to the home coming dance tonight.



“I really didn’t have any plans for going tonight, why?”



“I thought that maybe you wouldn’t mind considering going with me?”



After taking a good look at Melissa what man in his right mind would turn down a chance to go out with someone as hot as her? “Yeah that would be great; I’ll pick you up about 7.” With that she jumped into my arms and planted a firm sensual kiss on my cheek with her full lush lips. My dick starting to get erect and it was becoming painful while still being inside my cup. “Great see you then.”



I borrowed my dad’s tux, and I stopped by the florist to get a couple of roses since it was too late to order anything else. I drove to Melissa’s house and when I rang the doorbell I was greeted by Melissa’s mom who was also gorgeous looking. “Melissa will be down in a minute, have a seat and make yourself more comfortable.” “Thanks.” “That was a great game you played today Tom!” “Yeah, thanks again.” I was a bit distracted, Melissa’s mom was sitting across from me and her skirt was riding high. I could see the garters holding up her nylons and when she went to cross her legs I caught a glimpse of her white satiny panties. She was a classy lady from what I could tell. “Do you have plans to go to college to play next year?” “Yeah I got a college scholarship to play football at Penn State.”



Melissa interrupted the conversation by entering the room. I was shocked and stunned. There standing before me was the image of a Greek Goddess. She had her hair up in a bun, with some curly strands hanging down. She was wearing this tight fitting white satin and lace dress that barely covered her crotch. She also looked to be wearing white nylons and garters, while walking in white 5″ stilettos. All I could say was, “WOW!” I was dumbfounded and I was at a loss for words, so I just handed her the roses. She took them and gave me a light kiss on the lips. This time the kiss surprised me because she had put a little tongue in it for me right in front of her mom. “Thanks for the flowers Tom. We should be going mom. I’ll be home later tonight, don’t wait up for me. “”Have a good time sweetie.”



We drove to the dance in my car and Melissa snuggled up close to me. I could smell her intoxicating perfume and see the tops of her nylons. Needless to say I was having trouble staying on the road. We got to the dance and sat down for dinner. It was good but I was totally distracted by Melissa and how she looked. After dinner we hit the dance floor and got our grove on. There were a lot of kids there and so the dance floor was eventually packed. Melissa used this opportunity to grind her booty-licous ass into my dick. I swear to God she kept me hard all night and on a constant edge of cumming in my pants.



As the last song ended and the lights came up Melissa took me by the hand and led me out to the parking lot. She took my keys and said, “Get in. The party ain’t over yet stud.” She drove me to a motel on the outskirts of town, we both got out and she led me to room 205. “I booked the room after the game. My mom doesn’t know about this, I told her we’d be out with some friends of mine. I wanted to thank you properly for taking me to the dance.” “It was all my pleasure Melissa.” With that she just put a finger to my lips and said that this was all about my pleasure tonight and to enjoy the show. She then took off all of my clothes almost in a rush as if her life depended on it. She pushed me back on to the bed, and then she proceeded to slowly strip off her own clothes. I admit that her tease had its desired effect; my cock was hard in no time at all.



As she took off her dress and shoes and she left on her nylons and garters and a half cup bra that allowed for her nipples to be exposed. The stark contrast of her black skin against her white lingerie was exciting. What was even more exciting was the fact she wasn’t wearing any panties. She crawled her way onto the bed and in between my spread legs. She licked her way up my left thigh then up my right one, until finally her mouth was inches away from my cock. She gently gripped my shaft and slowly pumped me a few times. I started leaking pre-cum from my slit. She bent her head and let her tongue just barely taste my ooze. Her hot breath was tickling my cock, and when she wrapped her ruby red lips around my head I thought for sure I would bust a nut in her mouth.



Melissa worked my cock like I’ve never had done before. She would swirl her mouth and tongue around my shaft at times and at others she would twist pump me. She kept that up for at least an hour, keeping me on the verge of cumming, but sensing when I was close and choking it off to prevent a blow. “Oh my Tom, I’m sorry I think that I have turned your balls blue. I really think I need to do something about that.” She slide up my body and straddled my waist. She held up my dick and lowered her dripping wet twat onto my cock head. It was tight, and it took her a bit to get settled. When she was ready she leaned forward and she whispered into my ear, “Now push Tom, and take my virginity.” Shocked and out of my mind with lust I rammed my cock deep inside Melissa tearing right through her hymen. It was such a sight to see the blood running down my dick and staining her white nylons. It is almost how I would image a wedding night would look and feel like.



Lost in the visual of her popped cherry, the deepening ache in my balls, and the madness in my head I started fucking Melissa for all I was worth. Not only could I feel Melissa’s ass as it came down on my dick but I heard it as well. Her booty felt wonderful in my hands it was soft and pliant and made a nice smacking sound on each down stroke. “Oh yeah Tom Fuck my pussy good! MMMMM….that feels so good.” I pushed her off me and had her lay on her stomach, as I straddled her ass and placed both of her legs between mine, I entered her pussy from behind. I knew this position caused a pussy to feel even tighter. I pounded her and fucked her like there was no tomorrow. I was grunting louder and louder. I thought I vaguely heard Melissa say, “Please don’t cum inside of me, spray my ass instead.” It wasn’t clear if that’s what she said or not because she was grunting and groaning just as much as me if not louder.



In the grand scheme of things I probably should have pulled out and sprayed her ass, but I was so far gone at that point; I was like a wild man possessed. My speed increased but my strokes were increasingly more erratic, “Ugggg, mmmm….ohhhhh…..errrrrrgggg!” I felt the boil in my balls and I felt the rush of cum explode from the back of my nut sack to the top of my cock head. I had Melissa pinned beneath me as I emptied two weeks of pent up jizz. I came like never before. I shoot rope after rope of man batter deep into her womb. In between Melissa’s moaning and groaning I thought I heard her weakly say oh no, but I pushed it out of my head. As my body had stiffened and my cock was cumming into Melissa’s cunt, her orgasm was rocking through her body. Her moans and groans had escalated in to full blow screaming. My dick stopped spraying her insides, but she was still cumming so I continued to fuck her.



My cock only barely lost any hardness. I fucked Melissa through at least 3 orgasms, before I felt my balls churn again. I flipped her over to fuck her missionary style. I wanted to kiss her and look deep into her sexy eyes as I came again. I grunted and pushed hard and deep and held myself against her quivering pussy. I think since I already came in her once that she did not bother to protest about another one. As I said earlier, I was planning to get as much sex as possible from this girl as possible, because my little head had taken over my thought processes. I slowly withdrew from her and rotated around to her head. I straddled her shoulders and lowered my balls to her mouth Melissa was not sure as to what I was wanting and the moment she opened her mouth to talk I continued lowering my sack till it was in her mouth. I think she got the idea because she started to gently suck my balls. Her mouth was heaven on my sack, and in no time at all she had me hard again.



I did not want to leave her out of the fun so I bent over to 69 her and I started to suck her cunt. Her pussy was musky and wet to say the least. My cum and her juice were freely flowing from her vagina, and I licked up what there was to be had. I have never tasted cum before let alone my own, but since I was sex crazed at the moment it wasn’t all that bad. Melissa started to suck my cock and I moaned into her pussy. I did things to her twat with my fingers that have never been done before or since. I had her on the edge of cumming for a long time. Eventually she had had enough of my teasing and just told me to fuck her again.



Never one to disappoint, I flipped us over and had her get on top. I easily entered her and started to fuck her slow and deep. I played with her nipples which seemed to have grown a lot since we started, and her tits were the softest thing I ever felt in my hand. Melissa was getting close to cumming again, and she leaned back and grabbed my ankles so my dick was rubbing up against her G-spot. “Oh Fuck this feels wonderful! I have never felt anything like it before Tom. Keep fucking me, I’m almost there.” I pumped her hard and fast, slow and deep, I rotated my hips and I angled my cock. I did everything I knew how to do just to get her to cum. About five minutes later we were both orgasming, I shoot a huge load of cum again up into her womb. She was shaking all over and crushing my cock with her vaginal muscles. As she calmed down she slumped forward and laid on my chest. “Thanks Tom, that was phenomenal!” I just kissed her on the lips and said, “You’re welcome.”



“We had better get going; my mom will flip out if I’m super late.” I got up first and grabbed her legs and slide her nylons off, that were now covered in virginal blood and cum juice, and tucked them into my pants pocket and told her it was a reminder of her on this night. She just giggled. We slowly got, but as she was bending over to pick up her dress I couldn’t resist myself. Her big brown ass was in my face and I had to have it. I stepped up to her and slide my dick back into her hole. She gasped by held still, while grabbing her ankles. I pumped my cock in a few times and then took it out. She moaned at the loss only to yelp in shock as I started to punch my cock up her ass. She started to resist and make a complaint, but she had thought better of it. I pushed forward slowly until just the head of my cock popped into her virgin ass. I groaned at how tight it was. I gave her a moment to adjust to my entering her, when I felt her relax a bit I pushed all the way in.

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