"Oh, DeWayne, " I said, grinding my cunt into his crotch; "you're making me come...!"
"Yeah, bitch -- being a mommy will calm your hot lawyer ass down. Now beg for it -- beg for me to give you a baby."
"Oh, God," I moaned, "DeWayne, Do it, squirt your sperm in me!"
"I don't know," DeWayne said, teasingly slowing his own thrusting; "Do you really want a big pregnant belly? Do you want to waddle around with big milky boobs ready for nursing? Then show me, show me you want to be black pregnant."
"Oh, you bastard," I cried, feeling tears rolling down my face. "I've got to have it! Fuck me! I'm coming...! Can't you feel it? Oh, fuck...!!!" He couldn't help but feel it; my pussy going into spasms – my traitorous body clutching and sucking at his cock for the seed that would make my tummy swell. Arching my back, I pushed down hard against him, feeling his thickness pulsing inside me. Afterward, I still ground my hips against his, but I looked away shyly. I felt ashamed, having come for him like that.
"Good girl," he crowed, grabbing my hips; "You came hard, like a woman ready for a baby, a BLACK baby for this little white pussy!" He groaned -- tensing every muscle in his body -- and suddenly I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs. I could feel his penis throbbing inside me, and suddenly I came again, realizing I was actually letting him fill me with sperm -- pulsing jets of warm, thick, baby-making seed -- directly into my belly. He came pretty hard himself -- I felt the overflow spilling down my thighs -- and I murmured with pleasure, knowing my fertile womb was soaked with sperm. Leaning forward, I kissed him. But even as I sat there impaled on his weapon, I cried, too, knowing of the terrible thing he had done to me, the terrible, wonderful thing I had let him do.
It had been good -- maybe the best fuck I'd ever had -- but now guilt washed over me as we broke our kiss, and I lay my head against his chest. //Poor Jack,// I thought, slipping into unconsciousness, //poor Jack...!//
When I woke up later, I felt Jack on me, inside me, pumping me hard and deep. It was wonderful! How could I have denied this to him -- to myself -- for so long? But then -- my head began to clear -- I realized it wasn't Jack in me, but DeWayne, rock-hard and up to his balls inside me again. Already on the edge of a climax, I was too far gone to resist him. I simply looked up -- stunned at my own helplessness -- and watched him use me for his grinding, humping pleasure. His balls were slapping my ass -- his testicles swollen with sperm, eager to soak my womb and fertilize my eggs -- and I came despite myself, wrapping my legs around his powerful black waist.
He seemed to like that; thrusting especially hard, he ground his cock into my cunt until his own climax broke, then pressed in deep to squirt his sperm again directly into my clutching, wet, unprotected pussy. "That should do you!" he grinned triumphantly.
I must have dozed off again but when I awoke I lay there lazily in bed with tow loads of DeWayne's come oozing out of my pussy as my husband's employee calmly got dressed, picked up a satchel to leave. When he bent down to kiss me goodbye, I accepted it, but I felt incredible shame, too.
Three weeks later, my period hadn't come. If I didn't panic, it was probably because I knew all along I'd be pregnant. But as I looked at the EPT, the enormity of what I had done hit me all over again: I hadn't just cheated on my husband, I'd cheated on my husband with a black man and let him make me pregnant. Yes, I'd LET him, and nine months from now the whole world would realize what I'd done! I hid my tears and my fears behind a smile when I told Jack. He was a little confused by the calendar manipulation and the week of feigned enthusiastic sex I used to persuade him that, "accidentally," he was going to be a father, but he was too overjoyed about that to think critically. Unfortunately, he was only going to be a daddy. I didn't have the heart to tell him own employee had bred me. I could only hope that somehow, between that day and the day I gave birth, I could summon the courage to tell him the truth.
I wish I could say that letting DeWayne fuck me was a one-time thing, but it wasn't. He had done things to me no man ever had, so -- even as my heart sank with the horror of what I had done -- I was simmering with lust to have DeWayne inside me again. The day I called DeWayne to tell him the news, I didn't need to be high or drugged to want him again. As he had said, I couldn't get enough of that king-sized cock that had made me pregnant – and he know it. In the next weeks I found myself going to his house dressed like a slut to turn him on, strappy sandals, a short skirt -- and no panties. One time when he saw how hot I was, he just bent me over the back of his living room couch and slam-fucked my tight little pussy. I cam all the harder knowing his pregnant wife was downstairs washing the diapers of his other babies.
DeWayne was not busy during the early part of my pregnancy, so he had plenty of time to screw me almost every day, often more than once. At my second appointment with my gynecologist, I learned I was carrying twins. DeWayne was overjoyed the fertility drug had been so effective. I was stunned but that didn't keep me from letting him screw me silly that very day. Usually DeWayne would come to the house soon after Jack left early for work, and he'd send me off to my law office with a pussy full of spunk, even when I started wearing the mini maternity dresses that DeWayne liked and that made the other women in my office so jealous.
Once I let him fuck me in the courthouse, during a recess in a libel trial. For a pregnant defense attorney (four months along, I looked more like six months), I dressed pretty raunchy -- with a short dress, high-heeled sandals and white stockings. But it was actually a pretty good choice; the male jurors couldn't help but stare at my legs during the prosecutor's summation. DeWayne, watching from the back of the courtroom, made hand signals. I almost couldn't wait for the judge to bang a recess so I could slip into an unused office and let DeWayne bang my tight, pregnant pussy. It was certainly exciting to feel his wetness trickle out of my pussy and down my leg as I made the closing argument. I wonder if the jury noticed?
The prospect of DeWayne's cock inside me made me do things for him I'd never do for Jack. He showed me a dozen positions I'd never imagined, and I giggled as he got me out of all those sexy things I'd never wore for Jack. I came to love swallowing his come, and I let him eat me for hours on end.
With Jack, on the other hand, I felt no desire; maybe it was guilt, or maybe DeWayne was just fulfilling all my sexual needs. Fortunately, after a few frustrated weeks Jack became very understanding of his pregnant wife's quirks, and soon stopped pestering me for sex.
Almost 9 months later -- with my belly swollen huge and round with the twins -- I my world had come upright. My dangerous, embarrassing affair with DeWayne had ended when the company sent him on temporary assignment out of town. First in desperation -- then with real feeling -- I'd started letting, then demanding, that Jack fuck me two or three times daily. He was surprised, but thrilled to have the horny wife he'd always wanted. I was enjoying sex with Jack as never before, practicing with him all the things I'd learned with DeWayne. With practice, Jack was getting as good with his tongue and DeWayne. With my babies due in a few weeks, and a junior partnership waiting for me once I went back to work, I would have the best of both worlds -- motherhood and a career.
Some of my friends from work (plus Jack, DeWayne and Suzie) gave me a baby shower at our home. DeWayne and Suzie stayed behind after the other guests left, and DeWayne was clearly pleased with both of us sporting big bellies that he was responsible for. Although Suzie was now pregnant with number four, I was amazed myself at how much bigger I looked than she. Even seven months along, she was almost trim beside my ponderous bulk. "Looks like you two have a lot in common," DeWayne said, playfully rubbing my belly. The babies reacted by kicking -- perhaps sensing their father's presence.
"So," DeWayne said to Jack, "You must be happy with Katie going to be a mommy of twins. That going to keep her at home long enough for you to start her on the next one?"
Jack sighed. "I tried to talk her into it; the way my business is going, she doesn't have to work. But ... looks like we're out of the baby business for a while, she's hiring a nanny, and plans to stay with the law firm."
"Well," DeWayne said, "Maybe she'll still change her mind. Motherhood does things to women," he added, ominously.
At that point Suzie asked Jack something and they wandered away. When he saw we were alone, DeWayne turned on me. "What's this shit about going back to work and feeding the babies formula? These are MY babies," he said, placing his large black hand on my protruding belly, "and they deserve real tittie milk! "I've had enough of this 'career-woman' nonsense from you, Katie. If you don't want Jack to find out what an adulterous slut you are, you're going to leave your job and be a stay-at-home mommy! And I don't want to hear you're refusing to give him all the hot dirty sex a man needs, either."
Suddenly, I was trembling with fear -- especially considering how intimate we'd been. Hadn't he done enough to me? "No, DeWayne, " I said, summoning my courage; "Your dirty game is over. You won't have to tell Jack; I already plan to. It won't be easy, but we love each other and he'll forgive me. Let my 'friends,' family, and co-workers think what they will. I have to accept that anyway. And while we're being so honest... maybe it wouldn't hurt to tell Suzie, too."
Suddenly, I heard a laugh in the hallway. "I know all about you, stuck-up bitch!" Suzie said, coming into view; "Whose idea do you think it was to get you knocked you up with DeWayne's black babies, anyway?"
"Yeah, but it was my idea to tape all your afternoons of 'fun,' DeWayne grinned. "I even have the very first time at your house when you were riding me, begging me to make you pregnant with my babies, the babies you're going to nurse 'til the next ones come along!" DeWayne started unbuttoning my blouse and whispered in my ear. "Come on, Mommy. Let's see those baby feeders."
"Yeah," said Suzie, "get some practice. I'm busy with three already, so you can help me out with this one." She smiled as she rubbed her seven-months-pregnant belly. "It's only fair."
"Fair?" I asked, shaking my head with confusion.
"Sweetheart," Suzie said with a cold smile, "maybe you were too busy letting my husband fuck your little white brains out to remember, but right after DeWayne got you black pregnant you weren't taking very good care of your poor husband. Seeing that cute little bulge every day, Jack was even hornier than you usually left him! Well, one day I let him 'accidentally' see me with my blouse open breastfeeding little Jennifer. Of course I had 'forgotten' to wear panties that day and only had on a little smock, so he might have seen some hot wet mommy pussy, too," she smirked. "Before he knew it, I had him nursing from my other tit. From there it was easy to get him to suck my pussy -- the way you never let him -- until he was drunk on girl cum. Then I put his neglected prick in my well-used cunt, and fucked him like you hadn't fucked him in years!"
I was stunned -- which Suzie seemed to enjoy. "See, I don't think it's right for even a white husband to go without sex when there's a fine piece of tail right there in front of him. I gave Jack what he needed, let him empty his balls in me every morning, while DeWayne was over at your place, fucking his little mommy-slut silly!" She paused to look lovingly at her swollen belly. "Of course *I* like it bareback, so this one is probably Jack's."
"You ... bitch!" I spat.
"No, darling, I'm not a bitch. I'm just a normal, sexy young mommy -- like you're going to be from now on."
"The hell I will!"
"Suzie's right," Jack said, suddenly walking into the room. "Things have changed and it time you started getting ready to be a proper mommy."
"Jack...? What the hell...?"
Jack looked smug -- an odd look for him. But it was DeWayne who explained the situation.
"You can't really blame Jack," he said. "After Suzie seduced him, we arranged it so I would 'catch' him fucking her. That was our opening for showing him the tapes. Honestly, he couldn't believe his luck when he saw what a slut you could be." I blushed red with embarrassment. "But I told him to play it cool, and he could have a horny little stay-at-home mommy wife, just like I do."
"This is ridiculous," I said, looking at the trio in disbelief; "Do you have any idea how many laws you people have broken, DeWayne?"
"I don't care, Miss EX lawyer," Jack leered. "You may think they're enlightened, but I'll bet you don't want your old friends, your boss, and your family seeing DeWayne's tapes. Believe me, honey, there are scores of better-than-porn scenes of you in bed with an unidentifiable black man and not one of them looks like rape!"
I looked from one to the other of their faces, seeking escape, but there was none. My career-girl world was collapsing. Reeling, I dropped into the nearest chair in resignation, my milk-swollen breasts seeming even heavier with the weight of my surrender. Ever-determined, DeWayne stayed close to me to lift my top, and lowered his lips to my left tit. I felt milk begin to flow. Suzie and Jack grinned as they saw the shock of unwanted pleasure cross my face. DeWayne's hand slipped between my legs.
I wanted to feel mad -- to lash out for what they had done to me -- but somehow, the sensations of my erstwhile lover drinking happily from my breast, his hand in my moist pussy starting me on that familiar rollercoaster toward ecstasy, I felt my anger dissolve. THEY had conspired, but it was Mother Nature –my uncontrollable need for sex, my deep urge to make babies -- that had defeated me. Nursing the man, I started rocking his head like an infant and cooing with pleasure as abundant, fat-rich milk squirted from my boobs and his black lips drank it down hungrily.
"It looks like it's working!" Jack exclaimed, looking at DeWayne in admiration.
"Didn't I tell you?" Suzie giggled. "You can count on my man! Now come here, lover! I need a good fuck," she growled.
It's been a few months now, and Suzie and I are nursing three newborns; she had a hungry boy. The constant stimulation of three tiny sucking mouths on our breasts keeps us quite horny and makes us eager for DeWayne and Jack to fuck us all the time. Since two guys can only do so much (and they do have to work, sometimes
Sometimes I still think about my old life and plans, but I know those times are gone forever. Some of my girlfriends were shocked when they saw the rich café au lait skin of my daughters but they were curious when I hinted how I'd been turned on to black meat. Thanks to DeWayne and his little brother, LeRoy, several of them are now happily expecting little brown babies of their own. For me, I love playing with and nursing my beautiful little girls and could never give up the hard, frequent sex from two men I'm getting now. The other day, Jack told us he and DeWayne intend to keep Suzie and me pregnant, horny mommies for years to come.
We just patted our little bulges, kissed each other, and giggled.
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