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Subject: Twins--A True Story [inter, bmwf, preg]
Date: Sat, 12 Apr 1997 12:39:41 GMT
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Twins
by
IRA
A fictionalized version of a true story told me by my wife, a delivery
room nurse in a local hospital. The names of people and places have
been changed to conceal the identities of innocent people. This story
is for mature adults and NOT for children. Stop reading this now if
you are a child or an adult who dislikes sexually-explicit stories.
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It was Nancy's first delivery and she was pregnant with twins. Like
most first deliveries her labor was long and drawn out, almost
fourteen hours. Both she and her husband, Jim, were exhausted when
she was finally dilated enough to allow the births to take place. The
nurses wheeled her into the delivery room and transferred her to the
delivery table about 3 AM. She began pushing the first baby out as
soon as her butt hit the table and it popped out into the
obstetrician's hands two or three minutes later. It was a healthy
baby and big for a twin, 6 lbs, 2 oz, with a high APGAR rating. It
looked a lot like its parents. Nancy was a pretty blue-eyed blonde
and Jim a tall, red-headed Irish-American with freckles.
Nancy soon resumed pushing. Jim gave the first baby back to the nurse
when Nancy began pushing and waited eagerly for the second. It
emerged within a minute. It was a very different baby. Now, it was
also healthy and big, 6 lbs, 5 oz and got just as high a APGAR score,
but it didn't look much like either parent. It had kinky hair and was
a dusky red color. It looked like a Black baby. Jim looked at it and
then he looked at Nancy and slowly concluded that this baby was not
his baby. He began backing away until he got to the wall and then he
slid down it to the floor, collapsing in tears. Most new fathers
stick around until their wives are settled in their rooms, but Jim
left as soon as he recovered, without saying one word to Nancy.
The delivery room nurses wheeled Nancy to her room as soon as they
could and the nursery took charge of the babies. Jim came back to
the hospital the next afternoon. He looked like he was nursing the
beginnings of a massive hangover. As soon as he arrived he said he
wanted to talk privately to Nancy's obstetrician, Dr. Wheeler. The
doctor was in the hospital seeing patients and agreed to talk. They
sat down in the doctors' lounge. Jim wanted to know how "it"
happened. Dr. Wheeler, who was a good-hearted man, said "it" could
have happened in two ways. First, there could have been a second man,
a Black man directly involved. The second possibility, however, was
that both Jim and Nancy might have some Black ancestry which simply
reemerged in this generation. Had Jim, he wanted to know, any Black
forebears? Jim had to confess that his great-father, Patrick O'Neill,
might have been. He didn't know whether Patrick actually had any
Negro "blood," but everyone said he was Black Irish. Jim remembered
seeing a photo of Patrick O'Neill and he did look rather dark. His
mother, he said, claimed that other relatives on his father's side of
the family had also been Black Irish. Dr Wheeler said, "Then that's
the most likely explanation, if Nancy has a trace of African ancestry
too." Jim went off to see Nancy and the babies--much relieved.
The reconciliation was sweet. Jim told Nancy what Dr. Wheeler had
said and she said, "Well, I was really wondering about that too." She
confessed that her grandmother had been rather dark and had kinky
hair--a Black German. The now happier pair agreed not to rehash the
affair and to accept Gerold and Michael as real brothers. "Jerry will
probably grow out of it," Nancy said, "and look more like Michael when
he's older." That was not to be. True, Jerry's face did have a
distinctly Caucasian look and Jim even claimed that Jerry had his nose
and mouth. But, the boy's hair remained rather kinky and his skin was
never lighter that a rather deep golden brown which turned even darker
when he went to the beach or sunned himself. He was definitely a
mixed baby. Jim had accepted him, however, and he was even his
favorite. Jerry was very athletic like Jim and very unlike Michael,
the book worm. Jim and Nancy had two more children, another boy and a
girl, over the years. None of them looked much like Jerry. Jim never
learned the truth about Jerry's parentage--and probably would have
rejected it as a lie and slander against her good wife, Nancy, unless
she herself had told him and she never did.
Nancy did confess the truth to me in my professional capacity as a
marriage counselor and sex therapist. I counseled Nancy to never tell
Jim about her affair. Doing so--even thirty or forty years
later--would destroy the marriage. How then could I publish Nancy's
story for all to read? I respect my patients' privacy, but Ialso
think it important to publish the truth in unique and unusual cases,
carefully concealing the identities of the people, places and exact
circumstances involved to preserve their privacy. I have also waited
a number of years. So this is what really happened: Jim had always
been a thoughtless lover. The night that Michael was conceived he
simply pulled out, as always, when he was finished without giving
Nancy a climax, rolled over and went to sleep. Nancy was quite
naturally unhappy about this habit of his. When Jim left for work in
the morning she tried masturbating as she often did after they had
sex, but couldn't get aroused enough for it to do any good. She
persisted--without effect. About 9 AM, the doorbell rang. She
stopped rubbing herself, put a robe over her nightie top and went to
the door. It was a delivery man from Ansell Furniture with the
armoire she and Jim had just bought. She showed him where to put it
and went in the kitchen to make some coffee. There, she closed the
door, slipped off the scratchy robe and tossed it on a chair. A
minute or two later, the delivery man, a tall dark-skinned Black named
Dustin, brought the armoire into the dining room, unpacked it and set
it up. Done, he called for Nancy to approve it and sign the delivery
slip.
Nancy "forgot" to slip her robe back on and just went out into the
dining room wearing her see-through nightie top and no panties. [She
told me the Devil made her do it.] Dustin's eyes almost popped out of
his head. Nancy was twenty-two years old, had blue eyes, long blonde
hair and a fine figure. Her boobs were fairly small, but had big rosy
pink nipples. Her pussy hair was thick and almost as light as the
blonde hair on her head. Her ass was glorious to behold. And. . .
she was horny. Dustin was good-looking, aroused by Nancy's appearance
and. . . The subconscious does strange things. At any rate, Dustin
seized the moment. He told Nancy she looked like a dream, embraced
her and began showering her with kisses. Nancy later said she didn't
know what came over her, but she responded eagerly, unbuttoning his
shirt and unzipping his pants. Soon both of them were naked.
Nancy seized his Dustin's stiffening penis and used it to lead him
off to the bedroom saying, "We can't do it here. Some one might look
in through the window and see us." Dustin was quite hard by the time
they got to the bedroom and quite eager to sample Nancy's charming
body. He began by suckling on her boobs and fingering her clit. Then
he slipped his finger through her blonde bush and fingered her crack,
now moist and getting wetter every second. Dustin's finger entered
her cunt and he marveled at how wet and hot it felt. As he did this,
Nancy was exploring Dustin's body and particularly his cock and balls
with interest. She liked the feel of his cock, so soft and yet so
hard. It was not gigantic by any means, but it wasn't small either.
Maybe six or seven inches and very black. His foreskin had fully
retracted on the way to bedroom to expose the rich chocolate brown
colored glans. Nancy began licking Dustin's penis, taking its glans
in her mouth and popping it back out again, delighting in the popping
sound.
Dustin had swung around and was using his lips and tongues on Nancy's
crack. He sucked on her pussy hair, pleased that she had a thick
patch and that it released a strangely erotic flavor as he sucked on
it. He lapped at her crack, enjoying the slightly salty flavor of the
clear juice her pussy was secreting, and not forgetting to lick her
clit and its encasing mantle. Both Dustin and Nancy were thoroughly
aroused. Nancy reached over to the nightstand and pulled the drawer
open to get a condom. She was sure that Jim had some left even though
they had been trying to make a baby for the last three months. There
was not a single condom left. Dustin said he could pull out, but
Nancy said she didn't want that. She said she was in her fertile
period, but her husband had fucked her last night and she was probably
already pregnant from that. Dustin should just go ahead. [Big
mistake, girls! You can't know for sure, and, there might be a second
egg in play, just waiting to be fertilized.]
Dustin went ahead with gusto. He pulled Nancy to the center of the
mattress, took her legs and spread them wide and far back towards her
shoulders and gave them over to Nancy to hold. Then he knelt between
her legs and aimed his black penis at its target, Nancy's white cunt.
He looked down to check his aim, looked up to see Nancy straining for
a glimpse of the action. "I want to see it too," she said. Dustin
pulled her butt up so she could have a better look, corrected his aim
and applied it to the small, but moist and hot entrance to her vagina.
He slipped it in and found it went in without any great problem. No
pain, only pleasure. Nancy climaxed immediately, thrashing around and
almost throwing Dustin off of her. He hung on and waited for her
climax to subside. Then he began stroking in and out, striving for
maximum penetration and stimulation of her clitoris.
Both of them could feel Dustin's penis "bottoming out." On the
in-stroke, the head of his penis would enter Nancy's cervix, striving
to pass through into her uteris. Of course, this can't happen, but a
lot of women find it quite pleasurable and Nancy was one of those
women. Almost all men, whose penises are long enough, enjoy
"bottoming out." Dustin certainly did, but he also knew enough to
avoid doing it continually. Ocassionally is good, but doing it on
every stroke will irritate and cause pain. He did it just often
enough to give Nancy a second climax on the third "bottoming out."
As Dustin and Nancy fucked, Dustin felt his penis getting wetter and
wetter and slipping in and out more and more easily. He looked down
to see that Nancy's lubricating fluid had changed color. It was now
milky-white, almost the same color as semen. It made his penis
glisten blackly, like highly polished, wet ebony wood, with streaks of
white lubricant from Nancy's pussy. Nancy saw him looking down at
their union and wanted to see it too. She stretched her neck down and
got a good look. She moaned, "Oh, Shit! It's so beautiful!" Men are
usually more susceptible to visual stimulation than women, but the
sight struck the right nerve with Nancy. A third climax overcame her
immediately.
Dustin and Nancy had been fucking for nearly ten minutes and the end
was fast approaching. Dustin's cock hardened even more, got a little
longer and his balls tightened and sank in the sockets. Nancy had
been using her hand to stroke Dustin's penis on the out-stroke and to
carress his balls and she noticed this. "Give it to me," she said,
"All of it!" Hearing this, Dustin stroked in one last time,
"bottoming out" with his peehole squarely in Nancy's cervix, and held
position as he ejaculated. His semen burst forth in a great jet which
"blew out" the mucus barrier to Nancy's uteris. His semen rushed in.
Dustin's sperm swam across and entered her Fallopian tubes. One tube
was a blind alley, but the other held two eggs, one freshly fertilized
by Jim, the other still "available." It was Dustin's sperm that won
the race to this egg. One of his sperm entered it and made the baby
which his mother and step-father named Gerold ("Jerry").
Unlike Jim, Dustin liked to cuddle after sex. Dustin and Nancy
cuddled for a few minutes until Dustin said he had to leave or get
really behind on his deliveries. Nancy said she understood. Dustin
wanted to know if he could see her again. Nancy was of two minds on
this question, but told him, "Well. Maybe." Dustin called a few
times after their encounter, but Nancy always turned him down. Her
experience with Dustin persuaded her that Jim had to better satisfy
her sexual needs. Messing around with Dustin would surely lead to
marital difficulties and probably divorce. What kind of future would
she have with a furniture delivery man? Compared with the life she
already had with Jim, an up-and coming computer programmer already
earning close to a six-figure income. Financially it made no sense to
Nancy. She would do what she would try to save her marriage.
She began by telling Jim his love-making skills, while very good,
could become even better. She insisted that both of them get sex and
marital counseling. "Jim," she said, "you don't really know how to
treat a beautiful woman as well as you could." Nancy's diplomatic
approach persuaded Jim that it wasn't a bad idea. Both of them came
to me. Jim learned how to do it better. He also found Nancy a more
willing and eager partner--one ready for new experiences. Before
Dustin, for example, she had never had oral sex with a man either as
active or passive partner. Afterwards, she loved having Jim lick her
pussy and willingly did fellatio on him--something he had only dreamed
about and never dared ask her to do. As for Nancy, I helped her deal
with the issues created by her fling with Dustin.
Both partners were happier than before. In the last weeks before the
babies were born, the only one with a major marital problem was Nancy.
She worried about who was the baby's (babies') father. I warned her
to be prepared for the worst and repeated my warning not to confess to
having an affair. The first-born, Michael, had been a great relief
for Nancy; the second, Jerry, a marital disaster that only the good
Dr. Wheeler had averted. His explanation was totally impossible, but
very improbable. It did give Jim a plausible reason for accepting the
situation. The good sex and marriage life Jim had been enjoying with
Nancy strongly inclined him to believe Wheeler's story. This
particular marriage was saved by an extra-marital affair, nearly
destroyed by an unwanted side-effect of the affair, and then saved by
a kindly obstetrician.