Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Bringing Up Daughters Part II By LuvsItWet Copyright @ 2009 Chapter 30 "Ouch!" "What's the matter, hon?" I asked. We were driving to the airport to meet Ngomo, the big African that we had met through the Senator almost a year ago and had been my wife's love interest every since. Sandy had winced and was gently rubbing her lower tummy. My little redhead just gave me a shy smile and looked down at her hands. "I think I just ovulated." She said. "Oh God. That would be perfect timing, wouldn't it?" I said in encouragement. She had worked hard to get herself sequenced right for this day. My wife Sandy and I both were looking forward to her getting pregnant by Ngomo. It was about all either of us had been thinking of in the weeks since we had made the life changing decision to let Sandy have his baby. Sandy had prepared carefully for Ngomo's arrival. I had watched her go through her routine several times over the years but there was a special air about her attention to detail this time. She had me tongue-check her crotch carefully for any errant stubble. A chore I took deadly serious but she stopped me long before I was happy with the inspection. I helped her with a thorough coating of body creme, front and back. Sandy even wanted a small dollop of lubricant deposited just inside her anus in case Ngomo wanted to take her there with his finger or, heaven forbid, his huge black cock. She rouged each areolae and labia lightly with a dusting of rich pink to highlight her arousal. As though she needed any enhancement in those areas. Her nipples were rigid and her labia were swollen wide in anticipation of her impending mating. No mare was ever deeper in heat while waiting for her stallion to be brought to her. I had helped her pick out the ensemble that we thought would be most enticing to her black man. The short black A-line skirt was just tight enough at the hips to show her lower shape but had enough material around her upper thighs to allow it to be raised for easy access to her open and eager reproductive center. The leopord print silk halter top blouse was a pure work of genious in that it was constructed to be easily removed. By untieing just one little bow at the back of her neck it fluttered to a loose whisp around her waist leaving the tiny demi-cup bra offering her lightly freckled breasts exposed to just below the nipples. I had sprung for a professional hair-do, manicure and pedicure for the occassion. She had chosen a do that let her red tresses hang full and free down over her shoulders to the middle of her back. The scarlet nail polish was fitting of a cat in heat. And she was hot. She had chosen to wear no stockings and only medium heeled black pumps to complete her dress for the airport meeting. We had discussed when would be the best time for her first coupling with Ngomo. I had wanted her to wait until we got home so she could comfortably take him in the privacy of our bed. Sandy didn't think she could wait that long. She wanted to take him first on the back seat of our car in the airport parking lot while I watched for onlookers. Later in our bed, she would take him over and over and over. She had already warned me that she didn't intend to let him out of bed for at least three days. Tammy, our second child, had been shipped off to the Senator the previous Friday morning and my mother-in-law Annie had picked up our youngest daughter Sammy just the night before. We had arranged for Pammy, our soon to be twelve year old, to stay with Brandon, her sixteen year old black boyfriend for the next few days. Ngomo's plane was right on time. Sandy couldn't have stood the suspense if there had been a delay. I think she would have probably had to masturbate right in the crowded terminal. As it was, she was fidgeting the whole time we waited for our African friend to offload and come in through the conneting passageway. When Sandy saw Ngomo, it was like they were on a desert island together. All the people and lugguge and furniture seemed to evaporate out of her way. She dropped my hand and made a mad dash straight into his huge black arms. The months they had been separated had built up an irresitable desire in both the lovers and their first embrace seemed to light up the large waiting room. I may have been the only one that heard the clap of thunder as Sandy jumped up into his arms but I'm sure I wasn't alone in seeing her lipsticked mouth open to receive Ngomo's fat pink tongue. Or the big black hand that cupped both her ass cheeks to pull her tight up against him. Or the red-nailed white little hand that pulled the wirey haired black head down to her trembling lips. When Ngomo released her to let her stand back down on the over-waxed hard tiled floor, I gave her my shoulder to lean on as she replaced the high heeled shoe I handed her. I shook Ngomo's beefy fist as I fumbled my hanky to Sandy to blow her nose and wipe away the tears. "Oh God, I've missed you baby." Sandy said as she took our friends arm and headed toward the exit. "Don't worry about my bags." Ngomo said. "I've arranged with the airline to deliver them to your house." As we raced across the hot asphalt of the airport parking lot, I realized why Sandy had worn the lower heeled pumps. She could strut like a hundred dollar hooker in the higher heels but now she wanted speed. She was a woman on a mission. Ngomo and I hurried to keep up. "Get in here and close the door." She said impatiently to me. Sandy was up on her knees on the backseat, already working on Ngomo's belt buckle. I had intended to drive and let the two love birds reunite on the way home. That wasn't in my little wife's plan, however. She wanted him now. Right in the middle of the day, right in the middle of a crowded parking lot, right in the middle of that hot backseat of my company car. It was a blazing Hawaiin summer day and the car was easily a hundred and twenty degrees. "Help me, dammit." She was almost in tears again, in her frustration. Sandy had opened the big African's trousers and found the treasure she had been seeking. But in throwing one leg over him to center herself for entry, she had gotten the hem of her skirt tangled between her naked crotch and his rampant member. I quickly reached below her butt and cleared the offending garment. With my other hand over her thigh, I grasped the black cock and nudged it up into my wife's swollen cleft. I could feel the ridges of scar tissue that extended from his lower abdomen to the end of his penis and wondered briefly how they would feel going into my wife. Sandy gave a moan from the very core of her being and slumped down onto him. As I felt her wetness touch my hand, I withdrew to let her hilt herself onto him completely. No sooner was she fully coupled with him, she placed the top of her head against his chin, and looking down at their union, climaxed. Ngomo had a blank look as though he was concentrating on not ejaculating too soon. I touched his shoulder and quietly whispered for him to go ahead, let it go. Holding back was not in anyone's interest at that point. I reached again below Sandy's butt cheeks and craddled Ngomo's tight scrotum gently in my hand. With my middle two fingers I firmly stroked that part of his erection behind the egg sized testicles to signal to him my acceptance of the pending transfer. It didn't take much. Ngomo had Sandy firmly clasped in a coital embrace and with just a few powerful hip thrusts, I felt the first of several pulses of sperm laden semen pass up thru his urethera under my coaxing fingertips to make the long trip up his black penis. He pulled her down violently as he threw his head back onto the hot carseat and groaned his mating victory into the tightly closed car. My wife was black bred. Finally. Completely. Gloriously. Sandy told me later that the feel of his ejaculation up against the open mouth of her womb was one of the most intense events of her entire life. She didn't orgasm again right then, she was too intent on welding herself tightly to her black lover. She felt it was more religious than physical. As the moment passed, I realized that we all three were drenched in sweat. Sandy's hair was stringy wet. Her top had come undone and her cute little titties were dripping pink tinged persperation onto Ngomo's wet white shirt. I had cum in my pants. I didn't even remember it happening. I groggily slipped out of the back seat and eased behind the wheel. Starting the car and turning the airconditioner on high, I looked around. Miracously, we had not been discovered. The tinted windows probably helped but the noise and movement of the car could have easily betrayed the frantic mating that had just occured in the backseat of our car. We lucked out. As the air conditioner started to kick in, I looked at the tableau behind me. Sandy was craddled in the big black man's arms. Quietly sobbing. Ngomo was murmering endearments to her as she nestled her face into his throat and pulled him tight with her arms around his neck. I reached over the seat and flipped her skirt down over her back to hide the intimate scene of his large cock still buried to the hilt in my wife. I drove us home in a mild daze. Sandy rode the whole way, never moving off Ngomo's lap. When I had the car parked in our driveway, I opened the car's back door to take Ngomo's small carry-on bag. Sandy turned to me with her arms open and pulled me in next to them. She was still sitting astride Ngomo's lap. "I love you, honey. Thanks for letting me do this." She leaned back and pulled the front of her skirt out of the way so we could all see the base of the hard black cock that was still imbedded deeply within her. Her puffy pussy lips were tightly stretched around the veiny monster. "He's still hard, baby. His stuff is still up in me." She said. As if she was in awe. "Don't make me get off of him. Please. I want him to stay in me forever." Sandy wasn't really talking to me. She was just blithering toward the back window of the car. "Bring her in the house, it's hot out here." I said looking at Ngomo. I thought I'd let him handle her however he thought best. I went up the walk and unlocked our front door. Ngomo was right behind me. Sandy was wrapped around him holding on as if her life depended on it. As they passed me into the cool foyer, I saw she had the back of his trousers in one hand to keep them from falling down and tripping our big black friend. "The bedroom." Was all she said. As they moved toward the hallway leading to the master bedroom, I went to the kitchen to get us all something cool to drink. It had been a hot, thirsty afternoon. When I got to the bedroom with the three icey Primos, I realized it probably wasn't going to cool down much in our house for awhile yet. Neither one of them was thinking about slaking any thirst other than the one they had for each other. Sandy looked so tiny buried under the big man. Her legs were up around his thighs and his buttocks were flexing regularily as he drilled into my little sweetheart. As I went around the foot of the bed to set the cool drinks down for them, I looked up between their legs. The semen that he had ejaculated up into her earlier at the airport was now being pumped in surges back out around his shiney black shaft. Her smoothly shaven white crotch glistened with his potent liquid. The wet spot in the center of our white bedspread was growing with each stroke of his piston into her. I knelt down next to our bed to get a closer look at Sandy as she hunched her loins up into the Ngomo's midsection. She noticed me and reached her hand out to me with a smile. "Kiss me while he fucks a baby into me." She said with heavy lidded eyes. I laid a hand in the middle of the wide black back to steady myself as Sandy and I kissed deeply. I could feel her love pass to me and I never felt more proud of her in my life. I held her head gently to me and could feel my wife being rocked by Ngomo's thrusts up into her. Suddenly, Ngomo stiffened. I felt the muscles in his back cord up and the big black head that had been resting on the other side of Sandy's head from me reared up with a look of intense ecstasy. A bull-like bellow hailed the second load of sperm rich semen being dilivered by our black African deep into the waiting womb of my sweet little wife. Sandy nearly sucked my tongue out by the roots as she bucked up in her own climax. The three of us lay quiet for several minutes. Sandy was exhausted from being mated twice in only about an hour. Her red tresses were plastered to her head. The flush that had infused most of her upper body started to slowly disappear. For his part, Ngomo slumped down heavily on Sandy and remained coupled to her, reflexively humping at her occassionally as the aftershocks of his exertion waned. I had just witnessed the most beautiful and awe inspiring act in the human experience. The act that continues the species. Ngomo finally rolled away onto his back with one forearm thrown across his eyes. His breathing soon became regular and I knew he was asleep. The long trip, the jet lag, and now my little chili pepper had taken their toll on the big man. Sandy had closed her legs when Ngomo vacated the space between them. Now she pulled her knees up to her chest and stuffed a pillow under her butt. "Don't want to lose any of the good stuff, huh?" I chided her. "Want some?" She asked. "No baby. You keep it all for now. I'll get some later." "Get me my diaphram." Sandy said with a sly little grin. I quickly stepped into our master bathroom and located the lately unused piece of feminine birth control equipment. After rinsing off the talcum powder and patting the little rubber circle dry I returned to my wife waiting next to a quietly snoring Ngomo. Once again Sandy drew her knees up to her chest and opened her thighs long enough to quickly fold and deftly insert her little rubber ducky. Once she was sure it was snugly in place, she threw the pillow under her butt off onto the floor and dropped her widespread legs down onto the bed. "Now. Eat my cunt Tim. I want you to make me cum so many times that I pass out. I want my little pussy to be so happy that it sucks up all of Ngomo's seeds. I have an egg somewhere inside me that needs to be penetrated just like I have been. Help me sweetheart. Get me pregnant with Ngomo's baby." For the next hour, while her black lover lay quietly sleeping next to us, I ate my wife to orgasm after orgasm. Long after all taste of his semen was depleted. Long after my second ejaculation of the day into my trousers. And probably long after my wife was well and truly pregnant with her first black child, I loved my wife with my mouth. To be continued???