M/F, NC, INTER, IMPREG, SUICIDE

This is a work of fiction. If you're not 21, go read Mother Goose rhymes. If
you're offended by graphic language, descriptive sex, etc., go to the library
and read William F. Buckley.

                                 Jean's Journey
                                       By
                                  (Coogrr Cat)
                                 Coogrr@msn.com

                                     Part 6

      Mr. Washington met me in the parking lot about 5:15. He simply said I was
to get in my car and follow him. I followed his car as he left Research Park
and headed toward the main gate to Redstone Arsenal. He went just past the gate
and pulled over in front of some apartments that are used mostly by soldiers
who are in transit. I pulled up behind him and got out of my car.

      "Follow me," he instructed as he set out for the nearest building.
Reaching the front door to unit 4, he knocked and as I reached the door, it was
opened from the inside. He stepped in and I followed. My eyes darted around the
small apartment. There were two Black men seated at the small table and another
standing next to Mr. Washington.

      "Hi fellas. Here is the little slut I told you about. She can't live
without a good Black cock stuffing her tight little cunt, can you?" he said as
he looked at me. I sort of stammered something and blushed, wishing I could die
right there. "Speak up, we didn't hear you," continued Mr. Washington, now with
a decided edge to his voice.

      "Yes," I answered, louder this time.

      "Yes, what!?"

      Yes, I like Black cock. I like to be fucked," I answered, not believing
the words coming out of my mouth.

      "Well what are we waiting for little gal," said one of the men at the
table as he began to get up.

      Mr. Washington held up his hand, motioning for the man to sit down. He
turned to me and said, "I have selected these men just for you. To satisfy that
itch. You will fuck each one of them. They will each call me later to let me
know just how well you satisfied them. If I get any bad reports, you will get
more of what you got this morning in my office. Is that clear?"

      "Yes," I replied as he waved to the three men, bid them a good time and
left the apartment.

      "As I said before, there is no use waiting" said the man that had spoken
earlier. He got up from the table and took two steps over to me and grabbed my
hand. "I'll get ready for you Eugene" he said as he pulled me into the small
bedroom. "Don't just stand there, get out of those clothes," he ordered as he
got rid of his trousers and briefs.

      I must have been staring because I had never seen a cock that big. It was
nearly to his knees and the head was nearly the size of my fist. He must have
noticed my look because he hefted it and sort of waved it saying, "I'll bet
this is the biggest cock you have ever seen Missy. Just wait until I open up
that cute little bald cunt of your's, and you will really know what it is to be
fucked. Now get on the bed, on your hands and knees. I am going to give you
this like a bitch you are deserves."

      I got on the bed and rested my arms on the pillows. I knew my ass and
cunt were sticking up obscenely, my cunt lips dripping and open from my
previous workout with the dildo. I felt the bed springs give as He climbed up
behind me. Then I felt his hands on my hips as he pulled me back against him.
Then I felt the massive head of his cock against my cunt. "Bitch, guide my cock
into that tiny cunt of your's," he commanded.

      I reached back between my legs and managed to grab his monster cock. I
sort of wiggled back a bit and rubbed the head up and down my slit until my
lips splayed open I got the head at the entrance to my cunt. I started to push
back slowly, planning of trying to take it a little at a time. "Arrrhhhh ooohhh
iieieie," I screamed as he lunged his hips forward, driving most of his cock
deep into my cunt. I felt like I had been opened to my throat. I couldn't catch
my breath as he began to pull back then slam it in even deeper. I was almost
blind with pain. And still he kept hammering away until the pain became just a
dull ache. Then I noticed that my clit was being rubbed and excited by the
movement of his cock and I began to respond. I think I came three times before
I felt him stiffen, lurch forward one more time, and then I felt his hot cum
splashing against my womb.

      After he was finished, he pulled his cock from me with a loud plop, and
said, "Not bad bitch. I will send Eugene in."

      He left and Eugene came in and after Eugene there was Keshawn then I was
permitted to go home. I got home and soaked in a hot bath for nearly two hours
then went to bed, sore and exhausted.

      When I got to work the next morning there was an envelope on my desk. I
opened it and found several 8x10 photos of me being fucked by the three men. My
face was clearly visible in all and on some of them it was obvious I was in the
throes of an orgasm. There was also a key and a short note from Mr. Washington.
The informed me the key was for the apartment and that I was to stop there each
night on my way home. At 6PM one to three Black men would arrive at the
apartment. I was to fuck them without question or my husband would receive a
set of the pictures.

      This situation continued for six weeks. During that time I fucked nearly
50 different Black men. I began to look forward to my nightly visit. The
fucking kept the itch in my cunt under control and my cunt had been stretched
so much I needed the large cocks that most of the men who fucked me had. My
husband was getting more and more impatient as I was still not allowed to let
him fuck me.

      That all changed one morning when I was called to Mr. Washington's
office. I walked in and found Gina from the pharmacy. "Well my little slut come
in. Sit down. We have to start taking better care of you now."

      As I sat down I noticed Gina fighting hard to keep from laughing. I
wondered what new torture these two had cooked up now.

      "You have done very well the past several weeks Jean, so now you will no
longer have to take any of the medication." Mr. Washington said and then
continued, "Also you may resume sex with your husband. You will however, have
to continue the weekly urine tests. After all, we need to monitor your
condition."

      "What are you talking about?," I asked,

      "Well, my little slut, you are pregnant and you are going to have a Black
baby and you don't have a clue as to who the father is." replied Mr.
Washington, with a tone of triumph in his voice.

      "But, but, that's impossible. I have been taking my birth control pills
and... uh" I began.

      "Oh shut up you stupid bitch. You have been taking sugar pills for the
past three months, not birth control pills," injected Gina.

      "Oh, god, no, no," I sobbed as I felt myself beginning to faint.

                                To be continued