Dr. Erica Beauchamp Surrenders

I could not handle it any more! I wanted him to taste me, but again a more powerful part of me wanted something else. "I want you inside of me!" I begged. "Please give it to me. Please fuck me!" Ben pulled me to the edge and positioned himself between my legs, rubbing his dark shaft on my tummy and thighs, all around my pussy, before kissing my labia with its swollen head. "Please!" I cried. But he would have none of it: he was in control. Instead, he kissed his way down my body: my neck, collarbones, breasts, nipples, ribs, belly, navel, hips, thighs, inner thighs, all around my pussy. I groaned. He licked and nibbled on the tendons between my pussy and inner thighs.

Finally he kissed my pussy. Then, reaching out with his tongue, with one hand under each cheek pulling them apart, he planted his tongue on my anus. I shuddered and groaned as he dragged his tongue from my anus up through my slit to my clit. I squealed, rising quickly to the edge of orgasm, but he pulled back. He did this over and over working me from my ass to my clit as my wild pelvic motions wiped my juices onto his face. No man had ever done this to me before! It was so visceral, so deep and passionate. It was beyond belief as I sobbed with frustration. "Please make me cum!" I pleaded.

He obliged. Finally Ben climbed onto the table between my legs, pushing them as far apart as they would go with his knees, then gripping my ankles. Again he rubbed his darkness on my tummy, thighs, and finally around my pussy. Again he kissed the entrance to my womb with his darkness - his shaft was as wide as the entire space between my legs. Then he lifted his body erect, and the sight of his beautiful dark physique and cock poised between my legs took my breath away.

He pushed forward. I stared wide-eyed, mouth agape as the dark helmet gently separated my inner labia before hitting the resistance of my opening. I watched in fascination as my delicate lips stretched around it, feeling the pressure and burn of penetration. I gasped and whimpered at the sting, biting my lower lip as he slowly stuffed me, my folds clinging desperately to his invading shaft, not wanting to let go. Before they seemed to be resisting, but now they were accepting him, drawing him in. My eyes were fluttering, but I tried with all my will to keep them open so as to witness everything.

Slowly he worked it into me. Gently. Though I had given birth to two daughters vaginally, still it took my breath away. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the vision of his dark body entering mine. After a minute or so, with not quite half of his cock buried inside, I felt something that I had never felt before: it was a sensation deep inside my pussy, like a tickle, growing to a pulsing, electric burn. It spread through my vagina, concentrated in that spot deep within and pulsing out to my urethra. Then my entire pussy - vagina, clit, labia - were wracked with sharp spasms as I felt an intensity I had never felt before.

It was then that I noticed the heavy cream my pussy was secreting, sloppily coating Ben's dark shaft. I could see it in my pubic hair, and I could see my pubic hair sticking to his skin. My pussy made squishy, smacking sounds on his cock, like french kisses. My lubrication gathered heavily on top of his dark, veiny shaft, but as quickly as I coated him his thrusting motions would redeposit my secretions on my clit and labia where they accumulated and dripped down over my anus. I was so wet and stretched - he was turning me inside out!

The sensations grew in intensity until my entire body was pulsing. I was transfixed, spellbound, moaning and whimpering as this beautiful Dark God invaded me, deeper and deeper, until his cock was pounding my cervix. Based on my deep knowledge of biology and physiology I knew my body was taking over, that at a deep level it desired impregnation by him, and that my creaming pussy was trying to make that happen. It was trying to get him deeper and deeper, so that when he injected his semen into me it would have no place to go but through my cervix to coat the walls of my womb. His DNA would subsume mine, creating something stronger. He would conquer me.

Soon he had my legs over his shoulders, moving like a dream. His upper body was almost motionless, hovering over me. His lips were so gentle, caressing my lips, neck, collarbones and breasts. Then he would kiss me deeply and roughly until I would explode, then back to gentleness. All the while his powerful hips and cock were rhythmically pounding me. He would withdraw so far that I could feel his head about to pop out, then he would thrust back in to hit my cervix: like a battering ram relentlessly assaulting the gate of a prized city about to fall. Over and over again, forcing my body into climax after climax!

I kissed, licked and nibbled his broad chest, my right hand stroking his left arm, sometimes hanging on for dear life, my left fingers alternately gripping his right shoulder, then caressing his neck and scalp. I reveled in the contrasts: my white fingers against his dark, muscular arms, neck and shoulders; my creamy breasts against his hard, dark chest; my soft belly against his rock-hard abs; his black cock cleaving into my white womb. He was breeding me! It was all so wonderful! Finally he looked into my eyes: "You are the sexiest, most beautiful thing I have ever seen..." I smiled in my ecstasy! "Tell me what you want, Doctor!" he repeated. "I want you to cum inside of me," was my breathless response.

His body tightened over mine. I had not been on birth control for over 6 years. I stopped about a year before conceiving my first daughter since I wanted the hormones out of my system. After that my husband and I used a combination of rhythm and contraceptive sponges until we were ready to conceive. It worked so well I made the method permanent, and besides our sex life had ebbed with two young daughters to take care of. Then our marital issues.

I was now unprotected and in a trance, but fairly sure that my rhythm calculations were correct even though I had not thought about it for weeks. I was obsessed with Ben's strength and beauty, and felt that he deserved to empty himself into me. And the way he was hammering me I didn't think he would have accepted anything less. He was dominating me, plowing my beautiful field over and over. We were in complete bliss as we drew each other close, our foreheads touching as I caressed his neck and head. Then he exploded and I followed!

I could feel his enormous cock get even bigger, then he pushed into me as far as he would go. I could feel it wildly twitch and throb as he emptied his seed into my womb. My toes curled as I held him close, feeling the pressure of his numerous heavy spurts and the resultant wet heat radiating into me. Then he sank on top of me and we kissed passionately, holding each other. Finally after several minutes he withdrew and crawled over me, kneeling over my face and feeding me from above. I hungrily slurped and smacked, cleaning him. Then he got off the table, leaving me happy and satisfied, looking down my sweaty body to my mauled cunt. It was so wonderful!

I watched him get dressed and told him he was the most beautiful, healthy, powerful man I could ever imagine. I, too, arose, my blouse and bra still open around my arms, my knees weak, my breasts and pussy raw and tender, but strangely little semen dripped out of me. I knew why. "It's 7:05," I said. We exchanged cell phone numbers and I gave him my address, then told him to leave and meet me at my home at 7:45. I instructed Ben to park his car at the end of my street near the park, and then walk to my home. In October it was dark enough to easily be discreet. "I will be waiting, don't be late," I declared.

He agreed and I showed him to the door, locking it behind him. Then I cleaned myself up so as not to appear indecent in the event I encountered somebody within the building. That night I took four more loads, a massive one on my belly and breasts, then three more from behind deep in my womb. We spent most of the three-day weekend together, my mother agreeing to keep the girls until Sunday evening. Then Monday they went to school and we were together again, my Adonis ravaging me over and over. It was the most wonderful three days of my life. I prayed my calculations were correct.

They were not, as I discovered weeks later. First a strange feeling, then morning sickness. I immediately knew what it was and who the father was. I was terrified, but in the end relieved: it was the final straw in my marriage, leading to a quick separation and divorce. I was afraid Dan would try to take the girls, especially when he found out I was pregnant, so I refused to reveal Ben's identity - Dan would have gone ballistic if he knew a black man had impregnated me. But I played him perfectly so that in one of our discussions I coaxed him into admitting to his own affairs! His jealousy led to boasting of girls in Singapore, Miami (the one I knew about), Seattle, and other locales. And I captured it all on tape removing any moral advantage he may have claimed! His reaction after the divorce when I matter-of-factly announced that I was to give birth to a 20-year-old black man's child was priceless.

Ben had been back from Africa about 1 1/2 months when I gave birth to our son, Eric. Our age difference is substantial, and he needs freedom to grow and achieve his dreams, so I made few demands on him other than to be present at the birth. The sight of Ben's powerful hands gently pulling our son from my womb is seared permanently in my memory.

Later I welcomed Ben into my home at all times for all reasons, including carnal ones. He is an ardent father and while his family does not condone what happened they seem to understand. Of course nobody has any idea where this occurred as it would ruin me. Ben has other girls, other women, all of them attractive, and I accept that. In fact, that's the way it should be for a true Alpha Male. And I have my beautiful Eric forever, strong and dark like his father, and my daughters adore him.