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Dark Bred 
By Homer Vargas (vargas111@yahoo.com)

***

Professional woman falls victim to a conspiracy to make 
her pregnant by her husband's Black employee. (Mdom/F, 
intr, wife, mc, preg)

***

This is a new variation of "Bred” by Jenny, Sakka, and 
Homer Vargas. Renewed thanks to Sakka for help with 
this version, too.

It all started out harmlessly enough. Jack had invited 
DeWayne and Suzie over to our house for dinner -- 
again! I never particularly liked these occasions. I 
could see that DeWayne, ungrateful that Jack had 
befriended him and promoted him to a supervisory 
position, was resentful of his young boss's position in 
top management while he was still blue collar. He tried 
to hide his envy by constantly making off-color jokes 
and little references to their having grown up together 
in the same working class town. My husband Jack, on the 
other hand, just liked his old classmate and paid no 
attention to the jibes. I, however, couldn't help but 
bristle. I did not mind Jack having remained friends 
with one of his black employees, but I didn’t like the 
way the guy always leered at me. DeWayne was aware of, 
and reciprocated, my dislike for him by making jokes at 
my expense. Tonight he was on one of his favorite 
subjects.

"So, Jack-boy, when are you going to be puttin' a bun 
in the cute little oven of the prissy little white girl 
you married? I'll guarantee you, the lovin' gets a 
whole lot better when a woman's got your baby in her, 
making her belly swell up! They just can't get enough 
of the cock that knocked ‘em up idn't that right, 
Honey?" He grinned and reached over to pat the 
prominent bulge in his blonde wife’s tummy. Suzie just 
giggled and snuggled closer to DeWayne, stroking the 
bulge in his pants she’d put there. "Guess that's one 
reason I’ll be givin’ her number four as soon as she 
pops this one for me!" Affecting street jive was 
another of DeWayne’s annoying habits.

Jack just laughed. "Katherine is up for junior partner 
this year, DeWayne. Not a good time to be starting a 
family. Besides she's is not really the 'mommy type.'"

I was grateful that Jack was sticking up for me, 
although I knew that part of him DID wish I stayed home 
cooking, cleaning, and taking care of a houseful of 
babies, as his mother had done for his father and his 
seven brothers and sisters. I knew, too, he wished I'd 
meet him at the door each night in a teddy and high 
heels, eager for him to fuck my brains out, as that 
airhead Suzie obviously did for DeWayne.

But I treated sex cautiously. If I let myself be too 
enthusiastic, I could wind up like MY mother. She had 
trained for years as an architect, but could never say 
no to Dad when he had that gleam in his eye. I had seen 
the arrival of one younger brother and sister after 
another delay and ultimately derail her plans for a 
career. I had inherited her wide hips and ample bosom 
and I was probably just as fertile. I was afraid even 
one a drop of semen at the wrong time would knock me 
up. I loved to fuck, as Mom must have, but worrying so 
much about getting pregnant put a crimp in Jack's and 
my lovemaking. Not being able to take the Pill was 
another inheritance from Mom.

In fact, the more success I had as a lawyer, the more 
cautious I became. Even with rubbers, I seldom let Jack 
fuck me within a week of my "danger zone." Subtracting 
out my menses (Jack's problem not mine <sigh>) and the 
uncertainties of a rather irregular period, there 
weren't many nights I could relax and just get fucked. 
Nor -- knowing how easily I get turned on -- could I 
risk giving Jack head or letting him eat me in between 
times.

Of course not wanting to be a tease; I tried to keep 
Jack from getting too wound up when I wasn't going to 
be able to satisfy him. I always dressed 
conservatively, seldom showing off my long legs and 
nice boobs in the frilly blouses, miniskirts, and 
strappy heels men love. Fearing my own romantic 
reactions, I steered us away from candlelight dinners, 
wild parties, and going out dancing. I avoided wearing 
the sexy lingerie and sleepwear that Jack kept giving 
me for our anniversary and Valentine's Day and I had to 
be pretty careful about snuggling up close at night; it 
would have been too cruel. In a word, I steered clear 
of all those things that the women's magazines advise 
for putting the "spark" into your marriage. I didn't 
want any sparks starting a fire I could not control.

DeWayne roared in laughter at Jack's comment. "Katie 
not the 'mommy type?' ANY woman is the 'mommy type' 
Jack-boy, once she's getin' fucked properly." Jack 
rolled his eyes; at least he got that insult. "Maybe 
you're not doin' a good enough job on Miss Society 
Girl. I'd say you could turn ole Katie into a regular 
baby factory once you go her going. Look at those hips! 
Plenty of room in there for twins or even triplets. And 
those hooters? Man, that girl could make enough milk 
feed quadruplets. How about it, Katie?" He leered at 
me, knowing how I hated for him to call me "Katie." 
"Isn’t my boss enough of a caveman to throw you down 
and fuck you so good you don't know or care whether 
he's knockin' you up or not?"

"Now look here, DeWayne,” Jack said; "that's out of 
line."

"Sorry. Just my honest opinion."

I was fuming, meanwhile, feeling my hatred for DeWayne 
burning in my chest. I was actually glad Jack was mad, 
too, but -- unfortunately -- he calmed down later when 
DeWayne apologized and promised to come around -- while 
Jack was gone on a business trip -- and help me clean 
up the garage. I tried to wave off that suggestion -- 
furtively raising my hands in an "X" behind DeWayne’s 
back -- but Jack didn't seem to notice.

When DeWayne and Suzie finally left that night, I 
helped Jack pack and the next morning I kissed him good 
bye for two weeks. Knowing we might miss the next 
"safe" window I decided to risk getting a couple of 
condoms ready, hoping to get a nice "good-bye" fuck 
that morning. Jack, however, was in a hurry and left me 
feeling pretty horny. Of course, I knew that wasn't the 
only reason; I was always horny in the middle of my 
cycle.

//Damn that DeWayne, // I thought, remembering what 
he'd said about me; //I feel so fucking horny...!// It 
annoyed me that DeWayne had my number; Mother Nature 
had given me a body made for making babies and a libido 
to make sure I had lots of temptations. I got out the 
vibrator once I was alone, but it just made me hornier; 
I felt like I had an itch I couldn't scratch. 
Obviously, Mother Nature didn't agree with my brain's 
decision to wait about making babies.

Later that day, DeWayne came over. He was actually well 
behaved at first. Together, we cleaned out the garage, 
and he carried a lot of our junk up to the attic. I had 
to admire his clean, strong body. It was kind of weird; 
although I didn't really like DeWayne, I wore a tight 
T-shirt, shorts, and strappy white high-heeled sandals 
-- exactly the kind of thing I never wore for Jack. I 
don't think I was actively trying to be a tease -- it 
was probably just my cycle, making me a little crazy -- 
but I sure got DeWayne’s attention. Several times, I 
caught him glancing at my breasts, and nice long legs.

"How about a drink?" DeWayne suggested around lunchtime 
"I brought some sherry."

"Hmm. I like sherry," I admitted; "how old is it?"

"Ten years."

"Must be expensive."

"Aren't you worth it," DeWayne grinned, feigning to put 
the bottle back in its bag.

"I'm worth it," I said -- with a whine that actually 
surprised me. Wound up tight as I was, I enjoyed a nice 
sherry or cognac now and then. Obviously, it was 
something Jack had let slip.

"I guess we'll see," DeWayne said, taking the bottle 
out again. While DeWayne poured some glasses, I put out 
some chips and sandwiches, and both of us sat down on 
opposite sides of the bar in the middle of the kitchen. 
We were talking about nothing at all, but I got a 
tingle seeing him glancing at my chest as we ate. The 
fortified wine went right to my head; I actually felt 
pretty good, knowing I was turning him on. I was every 
bit as sexy as his blond wife and a lot smarter. The 
sherry must have been older, than he said -- probably 
as old as I was -- perfectly blended with aromatic 
gushes of fruitiness. I drank two or was it three 
glasses, and felt the numb happiness of intoxication 
slowly come over me. I was longer paying attention to 
what DeWayne was talking about. Down between my thighs, 
I could feel my pussy getting wet.

"You okay, Katie?" DeWayne asked.

I tried to concentrate -- but I just ended up laughing 
when I tried to keep a straight face. I twisted my feet 
in my sandals -- the high heels hooked over the rungs 
of my barstool -- and felt completely silly. 
"Tha's...good sherry," I admitted, drunkenly, "but...it 
mus' be more 'n than ten years old."

"Yes; it cost me more than you probably make in an 
hour."

"Tha's...a lot."

"Yes, I'm sure it is, but then as you said, you are 
'worth it!'" DeWayne said ominously, suddenly standing 
up and walking around the bar. Although I hadn't 
realized it, he hadn't been drinking nearly as much as 
I.

"I can't stand up," I said, trying to lift my heels 
over the rung of the barstool. DeWayne just smiled, 
kneeling down to unbuckle my sandals. Coming loose from 
my feet, they hit the floor -- 'clunk...clunk'. Then 
DeWayne stood to face me, reaching right out to cup and 
squeeze my boobs.

"Boy that stuff works fast."

"Wha' are you talking 'bout," I asked sluggishly.

"The drug I put in your drink, Katie," he grinned. 
"They said it might take another half hour to hit you," 
he replied pulling me closer and nuzzling my neck.

"Drug?" I asked stupidly.

"Yes, just a little something to loosen up the in-
control wife of my boss to release the big horny girl 
in you," he replied taking firmer control of the breast 
he was molesting.

"What do you think you're doing...?" I asked.

"I think I'm going to fuck my boss’s horny little 
wife," he said, leaning in close to nuzzle my neck.

"No, no!" I tried to protest, but DeWayne just laughed.

"If you're not horny, Katie, why are your big boobs 
getting so hard?" I hadn't even realized when he put 
his hands inside my blouse. "Do you always get turned 
on so easily?" he taunted.

"No, it's just that ..." I gasped as he continued his 
attack. I wanted to stop him -- to scream, and cry out 
"No!" -- but my arms were lead-heavy, and offered no 
resistance. Shocked, inside my own skull, I watched him 
reach around to unfasten my D-cup bra, then felt my 
breasts fall loose and heavy on my chest. Oh, damn, it 
felt good!

"Those are some nice tits," DeWayne said, cupping them 
both in his hands, "made for sucking." He bent down and 
took my breast into his mouth.

"What...? No...!" A thrill shot through me.

"Do you want me to stop?" DeWayne asked, rubbing my 
nipples with his thumbs; "If you want me to stop, why 
are your nipples so hard?" By then, I was pretty well 
creaming my shorts; I was horny as hell, and desperate 
to get fucked. //But, no -- !// I thought; //not with 
HIM...!//

"Why do you keep fighting it, Katie?" DeWayne said. 
"You must be really horny to let your husband’s black 
employee feel you up like this. It does feel good, 
though, doesn't it, Katie?"

"Oh, yes...!" I gasped, grabbing his arms.

"I thought so. But maybe we should really make sure."

"Make sure?"

"Yeah, Katie baby! Let's see how wet you are," DeWayne 
just grinned. Reaching down he grabbed my shorts and 
started to slide them slowly off my hips. Despite 
myself, I helped him -- lifting my butt off the 
barstool. But he didn't stop with my shorts; as those 
fell down around my ankles, he slid off my panties as 
well, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable before 
him. "Oh, you're a wet little thing," DeWayne said, 
rubbing my pussy with his coal dark fingers, and then 
slipping his middle finger into my hole. "You're all 
gooey inside, like a pussy that needs a prick." I 
gasped with pleasure, looking helplessly into his eyes. 
"Fuckin' A, girl -- you're leaking like a sieve! I 
guess ole Jackie-boy didn't give you any cock this 
morning, did he? This poor pussy must need some help, 
eh?"

"Uuu No!" I was trying to fight the feelings, but one 
of DeWayne’s large black hands on my nipple and the 
other in my pussy was driving me crazy.

"If he knew what a hot little piece of ass you are, 
he'd have you knocked up higher than a kite!"

"Please, please stop! Why are you doing this to me?" I 
cried.

"Well, it might be that I'm a nice guy who knows you're 
a horny little slut who isn't getting the hard dirty 
sex you need from my nice respectful boss." His fingers 
in my cunt had me on the verge of orgasm. I could 
hardly think. "I mean, that's what you are, right 
Katie? A slut? Would a cool career woman and proper 
wife be just about to come on a thick black finger in 
her hot fuck hole?"

"Noooo!" I moaned, needing him to push me just a little 
further.

"Would a nice society girl beg someone besides her 
husband – a Black man -- to make her come with his 
hand?"

"Noooooooo" I moaned longer and louder.

I tried to focus -- to think of something that would 
scare him off. "Don't do this, DeWayne,” I said -- even 
as he rubbed my creaming pussy, "I could swear out a 
complaint against you so fast, it would make your head 
spin..."

"Oh, the feisty lawyer!"

"I'm-(unph!) -- not kidding! This is battery... Ah!" 
His hand hadn't left my pussy as I spoke

"So you want me to stop?" DeWayne asked, slowing his 
caress of my clit. "You don't want this, don't need 
this?" Suddenly his finger was still. I felt my heart 
racing, and blood draining from my face; he had me, and 
he knew it.

"Oh...please...!"

"You know you're a slut, Katie. Beg me for it!"

I was crazy with lust; I would have said anything, just 
to keep him going. "Oh God, DeWayne...please, please 
...!"

"'Please' what, Katie?"

"Please let me come!" I begged. "I didn't mean it -- I 
won't tell anyone...!"

"I know you won't! Now, show me what a slut you are. Do 
it!" he barked. "You see, I'm not a 'nice guy!' I am 
sick of you looking down your nose at me and my hot 
white wife 'cause she is a stay-at-home mommy for our 
two and a half bi-racial kids while you think you're 
too good to give my wimpy ass boss even one baby. So, 
if you want to come as bad as I think you do, that's 
gonna change."

Then -- to my utter surprise -- he scooped me up off 
the barstool, and lifted me into his arms. I was 
terrified but aroused -- he was obviously bent on some 
kind of payback -- and I was still too high from the 
drugged liquor to resist whatever he might have 
planned.

Carrying me up to my bed, he settled me on top of the 
bedspread, then leaned over me to handcuff my wrists to 
the bedposts. When had he set that up? I was quaking. 
DeWayne left me for a moment to strip off his clothes 
revealing his chiseled black torso. Triumphantly, 
DeWayne returned to the bed, hovering over my naked 
body. "Before I finish, you little slut," he said, 
"you're going to beg me to make a black baby in you. 
I'm going to make a tape of this afternoon, and an 
edited version will make sure you keep as many black 
babies as I put in your belly." Incomprehension must 
have passed over my face. "Yes, 'as many;'" he grinned. 
"What I put in your drink was a fertility drug. Getting 
cool little lawyers hot is just a pleasant side 
effect."

Finishing removing my blouse he said, "Let's see those 
tits you always are hiding from Jack."

"No...!" I cried, twisting against my restraint. My 
brain, meanwhile, was only just grasping the magnitude 
of his plan. //My God,// I thought, //he's going to 
knock me up, then blackmail me into keeping his baby!// 
"Oh God, DeWayne, " I screamed, "please don't make me 
do this! I'll suck you off -- I'll make it good -- I'll 
make you come!"

"Indeed you will, Katie, in due time. Now just shut 
up," DeWayne said, pushing my knees apart. Practically 
feeling the bulls-eye on my womb, I watched him bend 
over me again, then start to kiss my tits and belly. I 
went wild, well aware that my cunt was drooling with 
hunger. He rubbed my pussy again, then lowered his head 
between my legs, his thick dark lips sucking and 
lapping at my juice-slathered hole. I'd never allowed 
Jack to eat me, rightly fearing the loss of control, 
but now, against my will, I found out just how nice it 
is. "Ah, fuck!" I cried, helplessly feeling his tongue 
take me over the edge to a climax. Like a raging fire, 
pleasure swept through my pelvis and abdomen, and I 
tried to thrust my hips against his face, even as he 
ate me to orgasm after orgasm. Finally -- thankfully -- 
he let me rest.

With his black face wet with my cum, he looked up at me 
triumphantly. "Wound up enough, little girl?" he 
taunted. "I think I can lose the handcuffs ... you're 
not going anywhere." A moment later, he unfastened the 
cuffs, then returned to my pussy. I was startled -- I 
didn't think he'd go at it again. Involuntarily I 
wrapped my legs around his head, clawing at his hair 
with my fingers. "Oh, fuck! Oh fuck!" I screamed; "Make 
me come...!" My climax was all the harder imagining if 
someone could see us -- see a young lawyer reduced to a 
woman in rut, getting just what she had denied so long 
she needed. I wailed as his pink tongue stabbed into my 
overheated pussy, and nearly passed out from one long 
continuous orgasm.

While I was still recovering from my fourth (?) orgasm, 
DeWayne slid around so his hips were over my head, and 
I soon found his thick black cock in my mouth. It was 
nice -- a seven-inch baby-maker, bigger than Jack's, 
and oozing pre-cum. I could feel its warmth when I 
started to suck it, something I hadn't done for a man 
since Jack and I were dating. Feeling my lips and 
tongue on his shaft, DeWayne humped his hips to fuck my 
mouth. I wondered if I could sate him or make him 
incapable of knocking me up. I hoped so, and gave him 
all I had, bobbing my head up and down beneath his 
dangling shaft, and trying to pull all the dangerous 
sperm from his heavy-hanging nut-sack. He gave me as 
good as he got in the meantime -- licking and sucking 
at my puss -- but soon I could tell he was going to 
come. "Oh, fuck," he said, stiffening; "swallow it, 
bitch -- if you don't want Hubby to find out."

Suddenly, I felt him start to come -- squirting across 
my tongue -- and I winced as I tried to keep sucking 
him. I really did feel like a slut now -- rivers of 
spunk poured into my mouth, creamy-thick and bitter -- 
and I finally had to take his cock out of my mouth so I 
could swallow his load. It felt slimy, sliding down my 
throat, but I swallowed every drop, holding his still-
oozing cock off to one side. "Not bad, for an amateur 
cocksucker" DeWayne commented cruelly, looking down at 
me. "Once we've got that little tummy of yours nice and 
round, we'll have to make this a regular thing." Spent 
-- for the moment -- he went back to sucking my pussy. 
My hopes rose, but his mouth on my sex was so arousing 
I hardly realized I, too, was playing with his black 
cock, making him hard again.

Yet another orgasm flooded over me and when I opened my 
eyes DeWayne had turned around to lie down beside me. 
"Like this," he said and pulled me over on top of him. 
"So there'll be no doubt you wanted me to fuck you and 
make you a mommy," he laughed, helping to lift me up on 
my knees. I was still giddy from the drugged sherry and 
my orgasms, but I managed to guide his cock-head into 
the mouth of my pussy before I sank down on top of him, 
letting the large black shaft sink suddenly deep inside 
me. "Oh, you're so big, so hard!" I whimpered, starting 
to hump him.

"And you're tight," DeWayne replied; "your white hubby 
really don't fuck you often enough." I blushed, 
embarrassed. My big boobs were bouncing on my chest 
now, but I still felt numb and drunkenly stupid -- a 
poor slut aching for his black cock.

"Ugg!" I gasped, feeling him push in especially deep; 
"I felt that!"

"That's your womb," DeWayne said, pushing his helmet up 
against my cervix, and playing with my clitoris. "It 
wants a black baby." I felt dizzy; I didn't want a 
baby, did I? But I wanted that that cock -- it felt 
heavenly! I leaned forward slightly, and let him start 
to suck on my tits. "And my baby's gonna love these, 
too."

"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 <g>), 
Suzie and I also get together for girl/girl fun almost 
daily. Sometimes we have foursomes with our men -- when 
Suzie's older kids are asleep. (We keep the babies 
around for inspiration.) I love seeing my husband drive 
that fuck-happy little blonde crazy with his cock -- 
when her husband isn’t doing the same to me! Of course 
our horny husbands never use condoms, so with all the 
sperm they're pumping into our tummies; we'll probably 
BOTH have twins next time – Lord know what color!

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.

The End

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