Daughter of Frigg Ch. 02

Chapter 2 - Not his Baby

Married life was not what we expected. It wasn't like dating, we had to work, and work hard to keep up with our costs. To this end we were both working. I got a job the quickest at Toys-R-Us, while Owen scouted Computer Tech jobs with his new A+ Certificate.

It took about a month then he landed a nice job as a laptop technician and with the two incomes we started actually making tracks in our debts and monthly costs.

Looking for better work now, I managed to get a nice job as a mail delivery person at Xerox in the Hyatt office building.

Shortly after that Owen got an interview with the original company he had applied to back in Montana, they offered a little better pay, and they wanted him to learn all about networking. It seemed a good move; little did we know that it would be catastrophic since they had a terrible propensity to not pay their employees on time which would screw up our bill paying.

The stress of it all wore heavily on our new marriage, even though our sex life was excellent do to having nearly no furniture, no TV, and nearly no money to go out, there was nothing but time and a bed to spend it in. When we were not making love however, it seemed that we fought constantly and it is why I think I started to enjoy Jamal's attention at work as he would complement me and flirt and ask about my husband and our marriage.

Jamal was a very good looking black man, a dark earthy brown, with onyx eyes and beautiful white teeth, muscular and an ax handle across the shoulders. As we would talk and joke he would find excuses to touch my arms or hands, find close intersecting paths so that he could put his hands on my small waist or skim my hips and buttocks with his hands as we scooted past each other.

When Owen and I fought he became my confidant since I had not made any real girlfriends since moving. Our conversations got more personal and private, even as far as Jamal asking how our sex life was and what I liked having my sex partners do to me.

My mistake was telling Owen about it.

"You're kidding right," Owen exploded at me, after relating the funny activities of my day at work and recounted Jamal's interest in our sexual activities, "You do realize what he is trying to do, right?"

Scrunching my brows quizzically I replied, "No, what is he trying to do, or what you think he is trying to do?!"

"He is living vicariously through your description of our sex life to fantasize about screwing you," Owen explained his voice aggravated, oppressing and condescending, I felt.

"Well, I didn't get that idea or sense from him. He is just a friend," I argued back defensively.

"He is trying to seduce you, or get enough information to later," Owen growled.

"Well do you trust me? Have I ever given you a reason to not trust me," I yelled back, as images of Ben and Chris and Harold and of my Uncle flashed in my head condemning me of just how much he shouldn't trust me, still he didn't know that so he should trust me, "If you don't trust me then maybe I should leave or give you a reason to distrust me!"

I finished in a scream and walked out of our apartment slamming the door.

"Fine! Leave..." Owen screamed back through the door as I stomped down the stairs and made my way to the club house as my thoughts continued down the furious path of my threat of acting on his irrational distrust of me until I found a pay phone in the club house and dialed.

"Hello," Jamal's voice answered warmly, "this is Jamal."

"Hey Jamal, this is Megan," I began, "Owen and I just had a fight and I need a friend to talk to. Can we hang out for a while?"

"Sure where do you live and I will be right there," Jamal purred warmly.

I gave him my address and told him I was at the club house. It took him a half hour to come pick me up, in his Toyota Celica.

"Where do you wanna go Luv," Jamal asked warmly, "I know a great dance club, or we could go eat, or catch a movie, or just go sit somewhere."

"Let's go dance, I have not danced in so long," I answered enthusiastically.

Pulling out of the parking lot we headed for the club.

It took another half-hour to get to the Havana Club, when we got there I felt so under-dressed, or over dressed in my button up fitted blue blouse with white tank underneath it and skin tight denim jeans with knee high boots under my pants.

"Maybe we should just go catch a movie," I suggested.

"No... why," Jamal asked disappointed.

"I am not dressed for this club," I confessed.

"Shit girl you look as fine as any of them, better in fact," Jamal flirted

"No..." I started to protest.

"Look here," Jamal interrupted, "My sister uses my car and always leaves spare clothes in here, let's see what she left."

Turning he rummaged in a bag and pulled out a black micromesh miniskirt and black G-string panties.

Handing the panties back I said tersely, "I don't wear other women's panties."

There was no blouse so stepping out of the car I pulled my blue button up fitted blouse off and then my white tank leaving me in a cream Victoria Secret bra Owen had bought me, then put the blue blouse back on but left it unbuttoned down to below my bra showing my slight but firm cleavage.

Sitting down in the car seat I pulled my boots off then took my jeans and panties off in one shimming plunge. Jamal soaked it up with a smile which in turn made me smile. My panties had been some comfy cotton thongs not exactly what you wanted seen through a shear black miniskirt.

Pulling the miniskirt up it didn't even cover the bottoms of my massive ass cheeks as I pulled it up to cover the top of my butt crack. It did however, come down just barely enough to cover my completely shaven pussy, not that it kept anyone from seeing it as the micromesh was stretched to the point of near complete transparency.

"Holy shit, you are so fucking hot Megan," Jamal drooled as he ogled me and obviously couldn't raise his eyes from my pussy.

"Easy tiger," I purred under the complement and unrestrained ogling, "keep the complements coming and you just might have a shot at it."

I winked and flirted as he got out and led me to the club, his hand wrapped around my back and on my voluptuous ass.

The beat of the music in the club immediately drove into my core and set my body on fire, dragging Jamal out to the dance floor I set to bopping to the beat twisting in Jamal's arms, turning my back to him and rubbing my tight rump against his crouch as he put his hands to my waist.

We danced our way to a railing and I grabbing a hold of it and bent forward to straddled Jamal's right leg and bopped my ass clear out of my miniskirt as I ground my pussy on his thigh wiping my dripping pussy juices down his pants leg.

Working my pussy up and down his thigh I felt his manhood stiffen down his pants leg and jab my ass as I came up to his crouch, to tease as I ground my pussy back down his leg coming back up Jamal worked his right hand under my carriage and his middle finger up into my wet cunt sending a bolt of lightning straight into my womb and rolling my eyes back in my head in an immediate orgasm.

I stayed there and danced on his finger and fucked for at least twenty minutes. As I danced I saw more and more guys and girls look up and watch me, some turned away embarrassed the others watched and that too added to the heat in my body escalating my climaxes to new heights.

Suddenly I felt Jamal's hand come out and he gripped me by my waist rather roughly, trying to straighten and tell him to get his hand back in my pussy, he pushed me back down then suddenly and a new finger pushed through my wet labia to plunge deep inside my vaginal canal.

This was no finger though it was much too thick and way too long. Its girth was monstrous, at least four or five inches in circumference, at least twice that of Owen's. Its length, well, my vagina had shaped itself to Owen's well-endowed eight inches. Jamal filled every bit of that and pushed for more.

Looking back as the pain of him hitting my cervix bit into my climax I saw that he still had a good two to four inches before he was balls deep into my pussy. With new determination I pushed savagely back into him as he thrust into me and felt a mind blowing bop as the feeling of my womb being ripped open as he pushed through my cervix and pushed four inches into my womb and I finally felt his massive balls rap methodically against my clit to send me into another colorful explosion in my mind.

The long rubbing on his thigh and sawing in and out of me, the popping my cervix to gain entree to my uterus was too much for Jamal and he instantly came showering my womb with warm seed for a full minute as I massaged his balls for every ounce.

Like Owen once before, he too couldn't withdraw so we danced with his dick stuck in my womb, his hard-on didn't go down for nearly three hours and every ten minutes or so he filled my womb some more with his semen and I climaxed every time, the boy was full of cum. How he did this I have no idea, he must of never had sex before or at least not in a long time. To ejaculate eighteen times into my hot fertile womb before we left the club, all I gotta say is, 'Hell yea I am keeping this guy's number.'

As soon as Jamal could disengage from my pussy he pulled out and taking my hand led me out of the club, "God your a good fuck, come on I got a better place for us to continue!"

Trying to pull my skirt down with one hand I jogged behind Jamal as he lead me back out of the club and to his car. He turned the key back and set his radio to a station with an arousing beat.

In a lustful daze, I grabbed his pants and unzipped them to release his shrunken member and began working it back to its glorious twelve inches before I shimmied in between him and the steering wheel down onto that humongous ebon rod.

As his dark tip met my white pussy lips splitting them, I sank down still further, over his shaft stretching out the pink flesh of my vagina all the way to my womb as I tried to accommodate his length.

His black mushroom tip hit the mouth of my cervix and I stopped knowing I couldn't fit anymore of him in me unless; flexing my thighs and vaginal muscles as I withdrew back up his long rod three to four inches I slammed back down with all my weight and strength and screamed in pain and desire and his head forced open the gates of my uterus once again and my pelvis met his in an explosive climax.

"Oh, baby," I moaned, "It is so nice to feel you in me. Fuck me baby, fuck me hard."

"Fuck yea," Jamal answered revitalized.

Setting a rhythm that was nice a slow to accustom my cervix and uterus to the massive invasion I never went so high as to extract his head from my womb. Still, once the pain lessened my speed quickened to a frenzied, tooth jarring pace as I kissed and tongued his fleshy lips.

Pulling away he exclaimed, "Oh, fuck yea I am cumming again. Oh fuck I am creaming your womb again. Fuck girl you should have sperm all the way to your ovaries by now!"

"Good, fuck me good," I moaned as I bucked and romped his pole, "fuck me baby, and get me pregnant. Give me a fucking baby to take home to my fucking husband!"

I could feel it as Jamal, caught up in the throes of my carnal entreaty for him to impregnate me, prick stiffened and swelled to the point of feeling like a baseball bat smashing against the top of my uterus as he released torrents of sperm. I swear I think I could feel it shoot down my Fallopian tubes all the way to my ovaries, but I am sure it was just my imagination.

"Oh fuck yes," I wailed, "Fuck me more fuck me more!"

Jamal with exceptional strength lifted me and himself out of the car as I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold his cock in me. Closing the car door that had been open the whole time Jamal set me on the hood of his car, my bounteous ass half off the side, and putting my legs over his arms to rest in the crook of his arms as his large hands wrapped around my thighs as he spread me wide open as he set to plunging me with the enthusiasm of a piston rod in an engine block as he pulled me in against him to keep me from being pummeled across the hood.

He rammed my insides for fifteen minutes before I felt the familiar showers of cum hitting my uterine wall which immediately filled my head with sparks and lightening eliciting moans and grunts then brazen wails of licentious pleasure.

For the next hour we accumulated a group of men and women who would watch and masturbate or occasionally just start fucking each other as they watched Jamal fill me with one hot load after another.

He didn't cum as fast as in the club but after eighteen womb filling orgasms I couldn't fault him for being a little dry in the tank. His balls I'm sure were extremely busy trying to refill his amazing cream sack as we fucked, still he was creaming me about every fifteen to twenty minutes for a total of four more orgasms that sent me into a mind altering climaxes.

It was twelve o'clock when Jamal finally came to a heaving end, breathing hard and nearly collapsing on me.

"God you're a good fuck girl," He hissed for the second time tonight, "Let's get out of here."

As my head and vision cleared and I saw the crowd around us I agreed, but first I would give everyone another show.

"Yea I think you need to take me home," I answered.

"What! Fuck no, come home with me," Jamal objected.

"Not this time, Baby," I purred, "trust me we will do this again, I promise!"

As I walked around the car I pushed my miniskirt down and off and also took off my blouse, every guy there cat called or asked to fuck me as I opened the door to Jamal's car. Pulling out my jeans I pulled them and my panties on, they were all I had at the moment to help hold any cream that may want to come back out, I zipped and buttoned my pants and got in the car.

"This ain't fucking right," Jamal protested one last time, "Fuck your man, leave him and stay with me."

"Actually we both just fucked him good," I responded warmly and put my hand on his arm, "tell me what is hotter, having me, or fucking me and knowing your child is the one I carry over my own husband? Fucking another man's wife and impregnating her or fucking your own wife and impregnating her?"

"Hey lady I didn't say I would marry you," Jamal answered convinced of his superior roll in my life, "and yea fucking another man's wife and impregnating her is fucking hot!"

"Then I will call you again later," I proposed, "or better yet maybe we'll have a quicky tomorrow at lunch."

"Sounds good to me," Jamal agreed, as he started the car and drove me home.

It was one o'clock when I got home, Owen was in bed but not asleep, "Where the fuck have you been?"

"Out," I answered curtly, "Walking."

"Walking, where."

"To the fucking grocery store till it closed, God," I railed, "Fuck off and go to sleep!"

Undressing I hopped into the shower for a quick rinse and wash as I tried to wash out any cum in my vagina, not much came out, and then got into bed buck naked. During the night I got up a couple of times to clean my thighs up as a little of Jamal's ejaculate leaked out of me, nowhere enough for how much he came in me though, so most must be sealed in my womb.

Owen didn't speak to me again for two days.

The next day at lunch Jamal took me to his house for lunch, well it was his mother's house, then back to his room. It was a small room crammed full of guys stuff including posters of beautiful black Hispanic and white women all naked and advertising their assets. A tussled bed occupied one wall while a television was on the adjacent wall with a sound system underneath and a computer to the side. On the desk he also had a very nice video camcorder set up on a tripod and pointed at the bed.

"Nice room," I commented as I paced the room touching the TV, tracing a finger along its edge the fingering the video camera, "You going to film us, baby?"

"Do you want me to film us," Jamal asked seductively.

I shrugged uncertain I wanted evidence of my indiscretions, "I don't know, it could be hot, can we watch it later?"

"Anything you want baby, now let's get those clothes off you," Jamal said as he moved to unbutton my cream blouse.

I unbuttoned my pants and then his before I had to lift my arms up to shed my blouse. Stepping back he shed his shirt and pants and I took the opportunity to hook my pants and panties and pushed them down to my ankles then stepped out of them while still in my four inch high heels.

Standing there in my skin, Jamal played with the camera lining it up and turning it on and set to recording then moved to put on some music that had a pulse throbbing beat.

"Why don't you dance for the camera Megan," Jamal said off camera.

Liking the idea I closed my eyes and began to move my hips with the beat. This time in a tiny little black Victoria Secret bra I used my hands to cup my breasts then caress my belly and waist down my hips to my buttocks and thighs bopping my ass to the beat as I traced up my inner thighs to my bare pussy then back up to my belly and breasts.

"Damn you are a fine ass woman," Jamal complimented as he walked up behind me and put his hands on my hips pulling my ass to where I could feel his long hard penis in my cleavage. Flexing his rock hard muscle it throbbed and pushed at my ass cheeks.

"How do you wanna start baby," Jamal asked politely.

"Mmm," I moaned with my eyes closed and bent forward a little my voluptuous ass cheeks parting to reveal a cavernous valley that lead to my asshole before grinding my pussy on his black dick, "Impregnate me baby with your long hard fuck me stick."

Guiding me to the bed he had me get on all fours with my ass in the air and played his huge mushroom tip at my labia until my lubricants wet my lips and dripped to the bed then he pushed in slowly spreading my vagina around his girth.

Heat filled my pussy as he thrust in me all the way to my womb. I tried to relax and take his full length as he hit the barrier of my cervix and pushed on it sending pain and lightening through my womb to my head the mixture adding to the heat from his cock as it piston in and out of my vagina. With each thrust I could feel my cervix relax a little and dilate for Jamal.

Though not all the way in Jamal started to smash into me faster as the throws of his first climax gripped him. His pushing was no longer soft and firm but ragged and insistent as his pace quickened my own climax.

My body always seems to want to orgasm with my lovers.

Grabbing my hips for one last thrust Jamal pulled out leaving only his head in my vagina, and then thrust in mightily pulling my hips to his pelvis savagely as he hit and pushed through my cervix. Moaning loudly, a near shriek as the pain hit me much harder this time than ever before, my pussy finally took the last four inches of his massive cock as his pelvis collided with mine.

Reaching through my legs I grabbed his magnificent cream sack and squeezed his luscious jewels as I felt the first gushing spray of creamy seed into my inner sanctum, with each squeeze he filled me more, five large pumps then dribbles as I massaged him dry.

That was our first orgasm. Flipping on to my back we started again before he started to shrink and had three more earth shattering climaxes before we had to stop. As Jamal pulled out I felt my battered cervix close up sealing his near pint of cum in my womb. Surely after last night and today, what felt like a quart of cum later I should be pregnant.

Getting my clothes back on, Jamal guided me back out to his car but having forgotten something went back in, I didn't sit there long before he came back out and we went back to work.

The rest of the day was pretty laid back and Owen came by and picked me up from work around five-thirty, as I got in Owen was looking thoughtfully at a disc in his hand.