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Breeding Brides 3
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It was late morning when Kathy and I finally arrived at Bob and Vikki's lavish home. Our friends condo, nestled on the edge of the city and surrounded by quiet woodland was a welcome sight. Summer was almost over and storms had buffeted our station wagon throughout the six hour drive. Indeed, the difficult conditions had done little to settle the uneasy tension between my wife and I. We were over halfway through what had been an unforgettable year. Three months had passed since our last meeting when Kathy, twenty-nine and Vikki, thirty-three had put back on their wedding dresses for a sex session with four, black bulls. While Bob and I watched on, the impatient men had fucked our wives with a willing, almost ruthless efficiency. The breeding of white women was a special satisfaction for them, just as it was for me to observe my lovely wife converted to the idea of having a black baby. Our blonde friend had, after a long time trying, fallen pregnant shortly after the meet, though unfortunately and despite our high hopes, Kathy had not followed suit.
On hearing the car, our friends came out to meet us. Bob had on a loud, orange Hawaiian shirt that was so typical of him, skin red from the sun and dark hair swept back with gel. His usual, broad grin running ran from ear to ear. In front of him, advancing towards us was Vikki. She could not contain her enthusiasm for our visit. It showed on her face as she came out open armed wearing a pair of yellow tracksuit pants and a top, her straight blonde hair falling playfully onto her slender shoulders. Her 5'6 was exaggerated all the more for her lightly swelling belly, so obviously proud of the early sign of her pregnancy. The bulge really caught my eye and had an immediate, sobering effect. Catching my wife's eye I knew she was thinking the same.
'Hi, Hi, great to see you both' Vikki beamed. She and Kathy embraced and my wife presented her with a bag containing a congratulations card and some baby clothes. The blonde slut cupped herself protectively with both hands and thanked us for the gifts. My wife, keen to show her sense of style while perhaps not wishing to be outdone was wearing a long white, sleeveless summer dress with a smart, gold belt and white heels. She looked as perfect as ever; a real lady and my mind was cast back to a phone conversation earlier in the week when Bob had assured her she would be getting bred again the following morning.
Preparation was everything and after two previous sessions we now knew what to expect, even if it had taken it's emotional toll. Once home even the mere sight of her torn and ruined wedding dress was too much to bear. It brought the memories of that day flooding back to her to the point were Kathy asked me to get rid of it. I guess having those black studs dumping their baby-making seed into her unprotected womb was almost too much. Especially now Vikki was in the club. For several nights afterwards I had awaked to find her groaning and grasping at the sheets in her sleep, as if she was reliving the whole episode. She was a beautiful woman. No doubt about it; with dark, shoulder length hair, pearl-white skin, big, firm tits and a well kept, wonderfully shaped body. As she followed her friend dutifully from room to room, taking in tips and ideas it felt good to me to know that I have a wife who looks after her body and takes such pride, not just in her figure but in her stature. In short, a slut ready for black breeding.
What we were doing her bore permanent results and Vikki was the proof. Were we ready to deal with the repercussions? Welcoming us inside the women toured the house I shared a cigar on the patio with Bob. It was our first visit to their home and the four bedroom house with pool was not what we had expected. I noticed a slight shocked envy in my wife's manner as Vikki showed her around, perhaps eager to show off her glamorous and expensive decor. We were not without means ourselves but this seemed far from small, town America and our quaint rural town-house. While Part of me was apprehensive about what lay ahead and I felt excitement but a willingness for it all to be done with too. Kathy needed this as I did. Getting away from home was a good move and I was glad we had arranged to stay with them until Sunday evening. Things hadn't been so peaceful of late. Kathy's domineering mother and racist, cantankerous father had been to stay and I never enjoyed their visits. Especially as they where always brow-beating Kathy for one thing or another. They just didn't know what stresses their only daughter was going through. She was dealing with one of the strongest taboos. Becoming pregnant by a black-man and having his baby. A baby whose father would likely never be known to us. So far everything about the meet itself had been kept from us and when Bob spoke I detected an amused tinge to his voice. There was something extra in his planning and I knew this particular adventure would be one to remember. We had spoken a lot since the wedding-dress meet and it had crossed our minds that Kathy might need a far more regular pounding to get in the club. Indeed the idea of bringing in a 'live in' partner for Kathy had been on both our minds but Bob had promised another alternative on a grander scale.
The day drew on and in the afternoon we all sat on the patio, enjoying the sunshine and taking a light lunch. Bob was quite a cook and an excellent conversationalist though he remained quite secretive as to what was in store the following day. Vikki, as ever talked constantly. I'd grown used to the feeling that Vikki was attracted to my wife and there was no doubt in my mind that she had strong sexual feelings for other women. Somehow it didn't seem so wrong. Both such very different women, yet so alike in many ways. I guess you could say the same for myself and Bob. Like him I loved watching other men fuck my wife. I loved watching black men fuck my wife. Reaching across the table I took her hand. Despite everything, this felt enormously erotic. Romantic even to an extent. Our marriage flashed into my head. Falling in love, the wedding, the honeymoon, our marriage and now this. I considered the fact that Vikki was now pregnant, and carrying the child of a black-man whose name she and Bob didn't even know. It was quite probable that Kathy would soon be the same way. My pulse raced and for a moment I felt faint.
'Are you alright Darling?'. Kathy's voice was concerned and soothing. I nodded, though even now I could see her own anxiety. Growing behind her eyes as she wondered what was going to happen to her. I guess we both knew the consequences but were willing to risk all. With two recent appointments at the OB doctor this was unmistakably Kathy's most fertile time of the month. We all knew it. Especially Bob who had arranged everything to coincide with this precious few days.
In the evening Bob booked us a table for four at a expensive restaurant in town. Kathy had packed a suitable evening dress; white with sequins that had a low, but tasteful front. Both she and Vikki got ready together coming out of the bedroom laughing with a glass of wine each. A taxi took us into the city where we enjoyed a four course meal and champagne. It was a special treat for my wife and I yet I was pleased how Kathy seemed to adapt instantly to the 'high life'. She seemed relaxed and happy with a serene sense of calm. No one could have guessed what lay in store for her the next day. Only one detail did Bob add and that was that he was going to film events as they happened. This had been the case in every one of Vikki's meets and Bob, we knew, had a core fans to whom he sold his excellent interracial material. As we headed home the women sat in the back, chatting a little drunkenly. My wife's chest looked fantastic pushing out of the front of her dress yet she retained her aura of vulnerability. As we entered the hall at the foot of the stairs Bob took off his jacket and gave a smile at his wife.
'You look stunning Kathy' he said, turning to her then stepping forward he placed a hand on her hip. It was slow but assured move. Somewhat surprised my wife gave pause, taken aback at his advance as he leaned in to kiss her. She glanced at me, then to Vikki, who appearing at my side gazed at me intensely with her bright, blue eyes. 'I'd love to spend the night with you' Bob added. These were swingers after all.
With a little reluctance and glancing back towards were I stood with Vikki, Kathy allowed Bob to lead her up the stairs. We watched them go and heard the bedroom door close.
'There' she smiled. 'That's the last we'll see of them until morning'. She put her arms around my neck, tilting her head and pushed her lips against mine. I felt her warm, breasts flatten against my chest, returning the kiss.
'Come on' she grinned. 'I'm going to fuck you in the spare room'. I followed, led by the hand. Vikki smelt of expensive perfume and her lips tasted good. She dispensed with my trousers, her hand rubbing all over my cock and balls with enough grip to focus my attention. Taking off her dress she slipped naked between the sheets and waited for me, her blonde hair lying across the pillow. A regular 'thud' was coming from the room next door. Bob was already fucking Kathy hard and was well hung from the sound of it. Knowing my indiscretion with Vikki would sit on my wife's mind for a long time I relented and joined the stunningly inviting woman. Gathering her legs around me I penetrated her sweet, slippery cunt and pushed into her. In moments I was fucking, driving her warm gasps into my face.
In the morning I showered and joined the others by the poolside. Kathy was in her bathing suit and had done several lengths by the time I arrived. Breakfast was already waiting for me but my encounter with Vikki was still fresh in my mind. She was the first woman I'd slept with despite Kathy while we'd been married. Part of me was eager to know what my wife's experience with Bob had been like though I felt some hesitation in asking her. Bob's smile would have to be evidence enough. Besides, we now had the very real subject of Kathy's session to consider. After breakfast Bob suggested both women go inside to get themselves ready. Everything had been arranged and by the way Bob checked his watch he obviously had an agenda to keep too. Drying off my wife followed Vikki indoors. Then we waited until they returned. Smoking a cigar Bob chuckled that it was going to be a lot of fun.
'How did you find Vikki?' he grinned. I smiled sheepishly. 'Always been a grade 'A' fuck that one' he laughed.
' ... and now she's pregnant' I said with a nod.
'She sure is' Bob smiled. 'Yours won't be far behind'. I paused, feeling the weight of what we were about to do upon my shoulders.
'How does it feel?' I asked quizzically. For months I had been wondering this.
'Great!' he replied with a long smile, 'Though I think you'll find out for yourself soon enough'. We both knew he was right.
Vikki reappeared on the patio first and I was staggered. She had dressed herself in a white nurse's uniform. Not hospital issue but one you might get from an adult shop. The front blazer exposed her bra and was unbuttoned down the front just enough to show off much of her magnificent, tanned cleavage. The skirt revealed the tops of her fishnet stocking and red knickers. With her hair tied in a pony-tail a small nurses hat with red cross completed the effect. Vikki gave us a twirl. Her legs really did catch the eye first, heels so high that she tottered precariously around to her husbands side. Grinning for us, she posed again, turning in a circle, showing off her beautiful ass and shapely calves. I found myself leering at her and my cock stirring, memories of last night still fresh in my mindset. Bob and I smiled and applauded, although I still didn't understand what was coming. Kathy took slightly longer and I knew she wouldn't show herself until she was completely satisfied. Eventually the patio door opened and my wife stepped out. She wore a light blue, lacy dress that from the outset clung all over her figure. In fact the thin material stretched tightly across her breasts and was so short that it hugged her thighs and ass, leaving little to the imagination. Bob clapped as did I, drawing an appreciative, slightly nervous from her. I hadn't seen it before and wondered just were she had bought it from. Clearly this was a surprise intended for me too. Making her way over to our table took a few moments, mostly as Kathy's sky blue heels were very high and she would only take small steps in them. Under her arm she clutched a small red, leather handbag and around her neck and wrist was her most expensive diamond necklace and bangle. She had really gone to town. From the neck up she looked like a movie star, hair falling onto her shoulders, some light mascara and red lipstick. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra but I could see her panties. The colour of the dress showed off her skin to perfection too and in parts was almost see through. We both already knew what an effect her pale-white, blemish-less skin had with the blacks who had bred her before. They were wild over it. Here there was plenty to enjoy. Bob whistled loudly and told her to turn for us. The heels accentuated her shapely calves and smiling at us all, Kathy turned, posing for us while her hands resting seductively on her hips. She looked spectacular, statuesque and very sluttish. It was easy to imagine what effect she would have on her breeders today and I could tell that she wanted this session to work this time. Knowing that she would do whatever it took to make it work.
Bob drove the car while Vikki chatted loudly in the backseat. The giddy blonde was excited and it showed. My wife beside her, sat silently, staring out of the window. The delicious guilt and shame she felt put aside for now. She did actually have very little experience of black men and there remained a naivety to her. Her beautiful white, bare legs crossed and proved a remarkable sight, right up to the toned, shapely thighs. Her breasts, pressing hard against her low-cut dress, their size exaggerated even more by her trim waist cut a wonderful image. I wondered what was going through her head. Dressed like a real cock magnet and as Bob out it, 'ready to meet a new batch of breeders for the very first time'. In that comment Bob had spilled a small fact, there would be more than one. 'Batch' suggested three or four men and I saw this realisation reflect in her face. I knew that whoever was going to be breeding my wife this afternoon had probably never had a woman as classy or sexy looking as her. What did Bob have in store? We past the restaurant where we had eaten the previous night and continued into the outskirts of the city. As we moved away from the wealth the High-rise ghetto-type apartments began to appear and lined both sides of the streets. Far from the rich, white part of the city, young, tough looking kids and dishevelled old men hung about the street corners. Our host had already reminded us to lock the car doors and even Vikki seemed a bit nervous.
'Are you sure this is going to be safe, Hon?' she overheard her ask her husband.
'Sure'. Bob gave a reassuring smile but I could tell he wasn't entirely positive. Kathy's hand slipped into mine and she squeezed it hard.
Soon afterwards Bob turned the car onto a side street and drove across a small, bumpy embankment. Then taking the next left he pulled up next to a very run-down looking apartment building. For a moment I thought we were just turning around but as Bob switched off the engine, I realised we had arrived. Kathy and I exchanged apprehensive looks that I can recall even now. Her pulse, like mine, was racing, the look on her face priceless. I noticed her lok down at the $600 diamond bangle on her wrist. This wasn't the place to be showing off money. Opening the car door, I got out and looked up at the flats. They seemed to be derelict until I noticed washing hanging from the windows and heard the shouts and calls from within. Kathy got out, and stepped over to me, taking care of the rubbish-strewn driveway, yet almost tripping and steadying herself on my arm. Although sexy looking, her high heels were not the ideal footwear for a place like this. Bob wound down his window. 'I don't want to leave the car here' he called. 'I know a place real close. You two go on up, its number 303, someone waiting for you'. I swallowed dryly. This was so obviously a black part of town and what Bob asked us was quite a task for a lone, white couple. Particularly the way Kathy was dressed. We would stand out like a sore thumb. Vikki saw our fears and seemed to enjoy our discomfort.
'See you in a while' she said coyly as her husband quickly starting the engine. As they backed out into the street I wondered if this had been their plan from the start.
'Oh Honey' my wife said to me, clutching my arm.
'Are you ready for this?' I asked. She paused and nodded.
'303'. Despite everything there was a trace of perverse arousal on her face. Resigned to our fate we walked around to the front of the apartment, climbed the stoop and entered through the front door. Three youths, sitting on the stoop railing watched but did not speak or try to stop us from entering. As we path we both kept our eyes down, avoiding contact. Inside, the hallway, the elevator was out of order and boarded up so we had to use the stairs. They were very narrow; too narrow to hold hands, though I could feel my wife's apprehension as she went ahead of me. It was too late for her to turn back now. From behind, her skirt was so short I could easily see her sheer black panties beneath, the sight of her full, rounded thighs moving together and shapely ass made me want to reach out and touch her. We passed a couple on the first floor landing, a devilish looking, shirtless man and a young woman gazed at us curiously.
'What the fuck?' the woman laughed, 'think you got the wrong mutha-fuckin' place' more in surprise than anything. The man's eyes widened as his eyes fell on my wife's outfit.
'Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, sweet thang, you are some fine lookin' piece' he said. I noticed Kathy stiffen and the woman's eyes narrow. She was as fearful as I was. I guess we'd seen so much on the news about places like this.
'Where you going honey?' he called after us as together we carried up the three flights. The everyday sounds of life in the stricken apartments echoed all around.
At the top of the stairs waiting for us was a black woman of mid-thirties smoking a cigarette. She had a full but shapely figure, rich-chocolate skin and thick short hair. I'd put her at about thirty but hard conditions have her a slightly older appearance. With her cheap-looking short, tight purple dress and gold high heels she could only be part of what lay ahead.
'Hi, I'm Latysha' she said, her brown eyes reasonably friendly. 'Bob send you?'. I nodded and squeezed my wife's hand. Latysha looked at Kathy somewhat enviously, eyes lingering on the necklace and expensive handbag. Clearly Kathy had all the advantages she never had. Yet here we were, together in this place. 'I know what you here for' she added and a smile crossed her full lips. Turning we followed Latysha's big round, sexy ass down the hall, looking around this trash-strewn place as we walked on. Many of the doors were open, enabling us to see into the cluttered filthy rooms. Black faces, old and young, male and female eyed us curiously but guardedly. Some looked wary while others quickly got up for a greedy eyeful of Kathy as she past. Televisions blared. Children stopped their play to stare. We were truly strangers here.
Latysha led us to the end of the hallway and a door marked 303. Kathy now had my hand in a tight grip and her chest was rising and falling faster than before. I could almost hear her heart pounding next to me. From inside we could hear the sound of loud male voices and I felt her smooth, warm body stiffen against me.
'They here' Latysha announced as she stepped through the doorway and ushered us in. Kathy went first but as I followed I was faced with three or four but six men all sitting around a small, cramped room. Immediately a wave of sweat and cigarettes smoke hit me and I took a step back against the wall. Every face was trained on Kathy and each one was smiling broadly in a excited leer.
'Oh shit. Damn!' came the first sigh.
'Fuck yeah ... she hot man'
'Big fuckin' tits man'.
'Look at dis fucking white ho'. Kathy's first response was one of stunned silence as the group stared hungrily at her. All eyes were on us. Each was dressed casually though several were shirtless, showing off hard, sculpted, black-skinned muscles and several sporting jailhouse tattoos. Others wore vests and jeans. All apparently residents of this place and all wanting a piece of this white breeding.
I felt the beaten yellow wall against my back, almost dreamlike until Latysha shut the door and jerked me back to life. The room itself was obviously someone's home, just large enough to accommodate everyone. A television, sofa, coffee table, a single chair and a lamp table were the only furniture but lay pushed to the side. On the filthy carpet, though, was something that made my heart race faster. A bare, dirty mattress had been placed on the floor in the middle of the room with obvious intent. Newspapers, magazines, clothing and children's toys lay discarded everywhere on the threadbare carpet. The adjoining kitchen, open to the living room, contained a worn looking table and four chairs. A middle-aged woman and a very old, shrunken-looking black man sat at the table, cluttered with food, beer cans, wine and whiskey bottles. The alcohol was already n the air, fuelling lust. From what I could tell from the way Latysha stood almost apologetically, this was were she lived.
Kathy hadn't noticed that I had stepped away from her, and she was now standing next to the mattress, alone and on view for all. She stood before them, breathing somewhat rapidly with her nervousness and looking between the black faces in turn. Her beautiful breasts rising and falling and her arms by her sides. It was impossible to read her expression as they all excitedly gazed at her. Silent and imposing. My wife's eye fell finally on the mattress and it registered just what it's purpose was. There was nowhere to sit but eventually one of the men got up, allowing her a seat on the mangy sofa. As if transfixed she paused, overwhelmed and obviously intimidated by this large number of people.
'Your wife's fucking hot' one man said to me. There were mutters of agreement. Glancing back at me Kathy stepped forward and took the now vacated seat. Everyone in the room watching and whispering as she crossed her long white legs, causing her dress to ride nearly to the top of her thighs. There really was no turning back from this now.
These black men, I could see, were going to enjoy breeding my beautiful wife. It wasn't everyday a woman like her arrived. I found myself excited, my heart racing, and my cock stirring as these events were starting to unfold in front of me. I had never dreamed of experiencing something as exciting, erotic and dangerous as this. Most of them, I felt, certainly had never had a white woman as gorgeous as Kathy before, so she was going to be a special luxury. They immediately began talking suggestively to her. As though already vying for her affections. I commented before on her inexperience with black men. She had met very few and perhaps missed some of the racial overtones that were obvious to me. The open, friendly faces around her were only so for one reason. Some were more vocal than others but all incredibly stirred by the sight of the short, tight dress that was displaying my wife's tits and legs to perfection. Their voices overlapping as they visually drank in her body. How I wished the people back home could see my wife now. Especially her parents who had raised her so well. Maybe I felt satisfaction too in the knowledge that Kathy's mother had never taken to me. Never making a secret of the fact that we had waited too long for children. Well, maybe we could put that right today.
Even after several minutes had passed Kathy had barely said a word other than her name and some light information on her home town. She was smiling and doing her best though it was pointless. These men didn't want to know her. They just wanted to take turns fucking her senseless and pumping their sticky loads into her. Their looks proved it. A particularly confident looking bull in the seat next to her asked Kathy what she wanted to drink and called to the woman in the kitchen to fix a Crown Royal and Seven. He then placed his arm around her shoulder. His thick fingers met her skin, smiling as his touch visibly affected her. I guess he was in his late 50's, carrying a few extra pounds yet strong and imposing. He was the leader around here, the Alpha-Male and I knew he would be the first to breed Kathy. In addition, a much younger man, probably in his early twenties and had to weigh well over 250 pounds, sat in the only chair in the living room. He looked a great deal like the alpha-male. Seemingly a little disgruntled that his father had staked his claim early to Kathy's white pussy. The rest of them where of varying ages. A couple mid twenties, two with very dark skin. One with thick, heavily-muscles arms, covered with tattoos. The old man sitting at the kitchen table was now leering at Kathy as much as the younger ones. His chequered shirt hanging from his jeans. He had to have been in his late seventies, at least. Grey haired with glasses and seeing how he was eyeing my wife, I knew he wanted her too.
A bottle of whiskey was now being passed around. An accompaniment to the open beer cans on the floor and the coffee table. The quiet talk of the men audible in places as they discussed the stunning, white woman between themselves. They seemed almost wary. Mistrustful as if they hadn't expected someone like her. Kathy declined a cigarette but sat forward and took her drink from the woman. Her breast pressing against the spandex dress, attuned to the appreciative nods and grunts around her. It was so obvious they were looking forward to using her body. My wife's short, tight dress and her smooth, waxed, white legs easily created a room full of stiff black dicks. Her eyes were staring straight ahead as the men around her grinned and exchanged glances of their own. She was ashamed to be here, I thought. However, whether she now wanted to or not, Kathy was going be pumped full of their warm, baby-making seed before long. I wondered if she hated herself for wanting it. As if realising what I was thinking, she looked up, caught my eye, sipped her drink and put the glass down in front of her. She was here because she wanted a baby that wasn't mine. A black baby. She wanted to be bred by black men.
Around me, I could see their aggressive looks. Several glanced at me with a combination of contempt and dominance. Looks that said, 'We're going to fuck your woman'. And, 'Your bitch is black property now'. And, 'We're going to breed her while you watch us do it, and you won't be able to stop us'. An anger, impatience, and overall satisfaction over what was coming. Then there was a knock at the door. Latysha went to answer it and as she did a girl of perhaps ten peeked in. She had bright, bold eyes and braided hair. Holding my wife's eye for a moment and no doubt curious of the odd visitors that had invaded her home. Suddenly, behind her in walked Vikki with Bob. A chorus of wolf whistles, 'oohs', and 'aah's as our blonde hostess took off her coat and exposed her sexy nurse's uniform. Those legs looked good. Real good. Especially with the short skirt wafting between the tops of her thighs. Unlike Kathy, Vikki was completely unfazed by all the black men in the room. She had the mobs full attention and loved it. Beaming brightly as her husband quickly began setting up his camera. Running her eyes around the group of men and wondering where to start. With all eyes on her the hot blonde-haired woman walked over to the sofa. Bending over to show off her beautiful ass she took both of Kathy's hands, and gave her a tender kiss on the cheek.
'This is all for you, honey', she said. I always enjoyed the way this lovely whore could not be intimated by anything. She always seemed so open and confident about what she wanted. Kathy, while looking surprised by the kiss, also seemed both relieved and grateful that her friend was here. The aggression and frustration in the room had had been growing minute by minute. Vikki then gave the confident man sitting next to Kathy a much more intimate kiss. 'You don't waste any time, do you Carl', she sniffed, seeing how his hand was now resting high on my wife's thigh. Kathy looked down as if she hadn't even noticed she was being touched. The impatience was growing at such a rate it was little wonder that one of the men walked over to Vikki and roughly began groping her breasts through the outfit. It had already begun and sensing this Kathy glanced around. Her gaze coming to rest on me. She knew what she'd have to do today. I returned her look. Hoping that she would one day be as much of a flirt as her friend. With his camera on his shoulder Bob filmed my wife from his knee. A second joining the alpha male in sliding their hands up and down my wife's lovely legs. Vikki was already sitting on the big mans knee. Her legs crossed, laughing out loud as he fondled her breasts. Already these horny, black bulls where splitting up, grouping around the two women and eyeing them keenly.
Vikki was unsurprisingly the first of the women to taste some cock. The outfit looked stunning on her and as she knelt between the big mans knees the skirt rose splendidly over her ass, displaying the full lips of her cunt to the men on the opposite couch. Already others were taking off their pants, some extremely large dicks bobbing free, stiffening and twitching in the heated room. Bob focused on his wife. Receiving a wink for his efforts as his wife pushed back her long hair and turned to face the camera with dick in her mouth. Behind her one of the younger studs eagerly gave her firm butt a feel and slid his fingers down her panties. Fingering her wet pussy through the silk he made Vikki moan loudly. In no time he had them down and her lips pulled apart, stuffing his fingers knuckle deep up her hole. There was a huge smile on his face, running from ear to ear. Beautiful, married white pussy eager to please.
'I'm sure your cock would feel nicer' she grinned back at him. Returning to her oral work the young buck quickly positioned himself on one knee and gently squeezed himself in. Her pussy took him, gently swallowing up his dick. I exchanged a grin with Bob. He was loving every second and to him it didn't even matter that Vikki was already pregnant.
Feeling vibrant and excited I turned my attention to my own wife. Expecting her to follow her friends example. The mob around her certainly felt so and with Vikki's arrival they openly demanded the same entertainment. My wife still seemed intimidated either by the moment or by having all those eyes on her. Being a slut didn't come naturally to her. I knew that. Not to a well raised, educated woman like her. The man named Carl was still touching her leg. Stroking his thick fingers to the very top of her thigh and just under the hemline of her dress. Eyeing her cleavage next. He wanted to get his hands on those tits. I could see it as could everyone else in the room. This had such a different feel to both the other meets and this obviously wasn't lost on Kathy. She seemed to realise just how real this all was. Her eyes glazed for a second and I thought for a moment she was going to faint. Beside her, the big man seemed to understand what was needed and slowly got to his feet.
'Ok bitch' he smiled. He roughly began unfastening his trousers. 'You need to suck some Nigger dick'.
There where agreeing murmurs from all. Carl let his pants fall to his ankles and his big, brown cock bounce free. Remaining rigid and cross-legged, Kathy looked at his long, semi-stiff pole. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.
'That's it Lady' he grunted ' lets see what you got'. It was a demand more than anything and the others were similarly unfastening and unzipping around her. Kathy shifted forward to the edge of the seat. She was attracted to Carl sure enough but this was her principles coming into play. There was no place for them here. He was stiffening already and curled into an impressive hard-on, rRising up in the air he fondled his heavy sack with his fingers as he looked down on my wife. Reaching out she took his cock with her wedding ringed hand, sliding her fist back and forth over his foreskin. 'Yeah' he sighed in a drown out grin 'dats it baby'. Drawing back the skin Kathy kissed the tip gently then ran her tongue under the side of his shaft, wanking as she did so. Finally, with a flicker of hesitation she pushed her mouth right down over him.
'Mmm that's it bitch' Carl grinned, asserting his dominance as Kathy drew back and took him again. Soon she was bobbing, her hair moving lightly as she sucked. Eyes closed tight as black meat ploughed deep into her white mouth. All around her the group encouraged and taunting. Seeing the opportunity black hands descended onto her tits, touching and lifting through the dress.
'Damn she loves that black dick don't you baby?' Carl laughed to the rest. 'She wants this big ol dick in her pussy fo sure'. Bob saw how Kathy was starting and threw me a grin, filming her intently as she blew the alpha-males long, hard cock. He knew how much we liked seeing our wives give head to black men. Vikki was on her next man. Kneeling amidst the group. Her head turning left and right to take dick after dick. They all wanted her. Yet she had always been a tease she had no power to stop her tits being pulled from her outfit. Revelling in the effect her stockings and her sexy nurses outfit had on the horny bulls.
'Yeah ... oh yeah' Carl's voice was deep. His balls tightening and his cock finally falling from my wife's lips. The mood was far more aggressive.
The two white whores entertained their black masters. Dark hands already cupping and squeezing the horny blonde and playing with her small hard nipples. Carl stepped back allowing the rest to step in. His hands on his hips as he watched them jostle. The first stiff dick ramming hard and deep into Kathy's mouth and pushing her head sideways and bulging out from her cheek. A smile was on my face as he found his composure and began briskly fucking at the back of my wife's throat. All around the room men were jerking off and waiting. One, dark skinned stud, showing several gold teeth squeezed each of her breasts in turn through the dress. I liked seeing that. I truly did. Behind the sofa a second pair of eager black, gold covered fingers rolled down over her bare arms. Moving gently over her smooth skin. She didn't move at first though it obviously affected her to be touched and groped through the dress. The growing urgency. It visibly excited them to see how she reacted. Submissively agreeing to whatever they wanted.
'Suck my cock baby ... dats good'. I returned my view to the 8" black being pushed firmly into my wife's mouth. He was big and very thick. His skin was the darkest of all of them, offset perfectly against Kathy and the deep red of her lipstick. Her lips slid back and forth, almost lovingly over his cock. The gold on his hands standing out on his hands as he pushed back her hair. Enjoying the effect their authority clearly had. Kathy swallowed, closing her eyes for several moments as she contemplated what was happening. Looking around the four huge erections that waited hung around her. Slowly, she took the next. Holding the base in her fingers and guiding his dark meat in, pausing as she slid him back over her tongue. Kathy's eyes were open and staring ahead as she began to slide him in and out, taking over and wanking with her hand as well. He was so big. A second took her wrist, guiding her free hand to his own throbbing meat. Everyone wanted a piece of the two women. Moving between them. Vikki's head still bobbed energetically, receiving loud encouragement from the group around her. Not least from the old man whose big cock was hanging literally from his flies.
Kathy was slower. Sucking cock almost lovingly, though she drew force gasps of pleasure as she blew. Her lips spreading wider around his girth on each stroke. At last his well-sucked dick fell free. My wife's lipstick still perfect but glistening as the next hard, black dick was forced deep into her mouth. It made her eyes flutter and cause her to gag noisily. Lasting only four or five stiff strokes before a third took his place. There were just so many of them and now the groups where mixing. I think Kathy knew what she was in for as they pressed against her. Fondling her tits and legs. Their wet dicks hanging in her face. She was on their turf now and they would treat her however they wanted. You only had but look at their cruel, horny faces to see that. Vikki cast a rueful smile my wife's way. She enjoyed seeing Kathy getting used as much as any of us. Turning back while the next horny stud all but fucked the blondes face. Grunting obscenities as he did so. His heavy sack slapping against her chin as she took him nearly the whole way. All under the watchful gaze of her husband, his camera in hand. Both groups demanded the women suck and pleasure them. Almost a competition between the two. Inevitably my wife's head seemed to jolt back as her lips hung open to receive them each in turn. Her hands reaching up, wanking and jerking as best she could.
I was suddenly aware that Latysha was standing by me. She had been standing by much as I had. Watching the events unfold before her. For now all the men obviously preferred to warm up with Kathy and Vikki but she seemed eager to join in.
'You gonna be leaving something here too?' she said putting out her hand and touching my cock through my trousers. Her touch surprised me. I smiled and she followed my eyes back to were my wife's head was again bobbing once again in the alpha-males lap.
'That's Carl' she grinned, 'you know he's got eight kids with five different women in here. Even little Sky there'. I looked down as Latysha nodded towards the young girl still peering around the doorway. 'Yeah she's his'. I ran my eyes down the black woman's cleavage. She took it as a forward move.
'You know mister I can suck your cock real good' she offered. 'Don't worry bout your wife. Carl'll do her just fine'. I gasped thinking of all the women this man had bred. Was it true? It suddenly seemed so real and I looked down to see Latysha already unzipping my pants. Her big lips fastening around my cock as she started sucking hard. It felt warm but good. Harder than I was used too. Enthusiastically she blew me, keeping her big eyes up at my face. When Kathy finally sat back up Carl's dick looked wet and her eyes where slightly tearstained. In front of her another was waiting for attention. His shaft a hard black erection and obviously demanding some of the same. Black hands moving all over her. Shaking back her hair as she told hold of the next big dick and calmly slid her lips over his cock.
I heard Vikki laugh out loud. This was going to be incredible and all I could do was watch. With a gasp I unloaded into Latysha's mouth. Breathless as she spat onto the floor, stood and gave me an approving pat on the arm. Then she went over and knelt between two unattended studs. One the elderly man who quickly began touching her. I was so into this, partly from the blowjob I'd just received that I hadn't noticed the door was now open. Two black women stood in the doorway beside me. I could see others in the hall and suddenly felt amazed that a crowd was forming. The young girl Sky, played around ones knee as they watched the scene unfold. Fastening myself up I knew that they were probably the wives or perhaps girlfriends of some of the men. One was smoking and both had proud smiles as one of the other men was sliding his cock back and forth in and out of Kathy's pristine mouth. He was the same that had roughly face fucked Vikki previously. Now he was giving my wife some of the same. Making her hair shake and her eyes screw tight as he expertly fucked her lips.
'Yeah suck it bitch ... suck it' he grunted deeply. His hands behind Kathy's head and making her struggle for breath as his size met the back of her throat again and again. He gasped as my wife's hands pushed weakly against his thighs. His big balls bouncing forward, sighing something incomprehensible. Behind him Vikki was sitting on the sofa arm with her husband beside her. By now she was blowing two different dicks at once while Bob snapped pictures. Her legs where pushed apart and the younger stud was acrobatically fucking her. The blondes tits hanging out and joggling under his strokes. For now the men where keen to fuck Vikki. Perhaps saving Kathy for later.
'She's been teasing you guys hasn't she'. I was a little surprised to hear our friends breathless voice. Straining under the big cock in her cunt. Her eyes lighting up when she noticed the group standing at the door. Vikki was such an exhibitionist and I guess she was right. My wife had been teasing them and was now sucking on her next dick. Her eyes closed tightly as she rolled her tongue and lips back and forth over him. How could this ever end? It was so hot in the room. Bob opened a window, raising his eyes to me at the awesome sight going on. Both women gave head and Latysha joined in. Her purple dress roughly pulled down over her tits. All three drawing appreciative sighs from the men as their bodies where fondled and touched.
Several other people gathered around the door. I could see them in the hall. Leaning over and peering in to see what was happening. People of all ages. Word was spreading fast. From the room there were more urgent murmurs. At last Denny (Carl's son), led Vikki over to the mattress. The blonde gave the massing group at the door a wink as she lay back and spread her legs. The support squeaked as she allowed the big man to part her. Eager as ever and camera ready Bob stood over, capturing every moment as he penetrated. His heavy thrusts causing both Vikki and the mattress to jerk back and actually move across the floor several inches. Pausing, he expertly threw open her outfit, exposing her round, tanned tits. Then shifting his weight onto his arms as he began pounding her hard. Vikki croaked submissively. Encouraging as his heavy balls bounced up and down. Meeting her powerfully. Despite her experience with black cock even Vikki grimaced at his size. She was getting well stretched.
Kathy had paused. Her chin was marked with spittle and cock slime and there were similar marks on the front of her blue dress. Taking the glass from the table she swallowed the whisky down. Maybe watching Vikki getting fucked like that made her realise that she was next. With a gasp on satisfaction Denny shot his load, his humping slowing to a halt. Then getting to his knees he made way for the next one. Seizing his chance the next young buck mounted Vikki and began hammering her blonde pussy too. Balls deep and explicit enough for those of us clustered around the door and far wall. Vikki's hands draped around his neck as he grunted and gasped his derision. His teeth clenched tight as he finally unloaded his sack. Drawing back his dark meat and surprising us all as his fresh white cum gather quickly at Vikki's cunt hole. The blonde rose to her elbows. Looking down between her legs with delight. She was proud to take a Negro cream-pie.
'Sure feels warm Hon' she grinned at her husband. Letting her gaze rest on Kathy. It was time for my wife to get some well overdue black fucking in.
Carl stood, his cock erect and well sucked as he reached out his hand. Kathy took it gingerly as the horny black bull led her over to the mattress. He had a big smile on his face and my wife's breasts moved freely as she tottered on her sexy high heels. Kathy looked a little unsteady. A combination of the strong drink and the number of excited men waiting to fuck her. She was now the centre of attention. Right through the apartment and back to the crowd looking in through the hall door. Vikki called the woman in the kitchen to come help as she and Latysha stood her at the foot of the mattress were everyone could see. This new woman, I quickly found out was Carl's wife. She didn't object to any of this because it looked like Carl had beaten her down into a submissive role over the years. It was so obvious. She stood on one side of Kathy, a stark contrast to my wife, so mousey and so plain in a dirty housedress. Though I imagined she'd been a very attractive woman at one time.
Kathy cast a long, oddly calm look around the men. A look which ran and lingered on every hungry face. Finally coming to rest on Carl. His stiff and eager cock ready for action but enjoying the momentary wait and the sight of her wonderful body. He was first. No doubt about it. Under Vikki's watchful gaze the women took the straps of Kathy's dress and pulled it neatly down over her tits to her waist. No longer held up her pert, sizeable breasts parted, a arousing sight sure enough for the troop of watchers. Crouching, Latysha took the dress down to my wife's ankles then reached up for her pantries. They slipped off easily, down over the heeled shoes. Tossing them onto the sofa one man picked them up and wrapped them around his hard dick, no doubt still warm from being pressed against Kathy's moist sex. Her face glazed over but she broke into an uncontrolled smile of excitement as the mob broke into an extended and audible groan. Black stud's cocks throbbed and their ball sacks grew tighter. Vikki stepped forward and with a leer on her face, she slowly turned Kathy slowly in front of the crowd.
'She is hot isn't she' the blonde groaned, 'and such nice tits'.
The dirty, old mattress looked ready and waiting for this much anticipated session. I noticed the black woman smile, unable to resist as she slid her hand over my wife's chest. It took Kathy by surprise but she didn't resist, rather allowed the dark, weathered hand of the woman to lift and touch, lingering on her beautiful, round, flat nipples. They responded immediately and my wife stiffened slightly with embarrassment. Several, including Carl, were stroking they're magnificent black cocks as they watched Kathy being readied for her mating session. Her unprotected womb was the focus of today's session and these studs had a job to do. Vikki called again for Kathy's glass and my wife took a rather long drink from it. I could see my wife beginning to enjoy it. So many, male and female alike, leering hungrily at her. She was so unused to alcohol and only rarely did she taste wine. Now naked but for her splendid high heels she was as ready as she'd ever be. I don't know about you but I love watching women getting fucked wearing their shoes and was pleased that they left them on. I was never so proud of my wife.
The something quite remarkable and unexpected happened. Vikki, suddenly turned, cupped my wife's face and kissed her on the lips. When I look back I should have expected that she would one day make her move. In that moment, as their mouths met, Kathy was probably too surprised to overcome with the moment to know what was happening. Vikki stepped back, licking her lips and clearly enjoying the taste she had of Kathy on her mouth. By then my cock was solid again. This despite the earlier blowjob I'd received. I wanted to watch the two women kiss more passionately but there was a room of black men more than ready to go to work.
Latysha and Carl's' wife too Kathy's shoulders and gently lay her back on the mattress. There was a darker, fresher stain alluding to Vikki's pussy juice just below her body, her flawless beauty was such a contrast to the filthy support.
'Make sure you all use this white whore nice and hard' Vikki laughed as she stepped back. I kept thinking of the baby growing inside her. Realising that she wouldn't be happy until both she and Kathy were pregnant. With so many men this would be her best shot. That had been her goal from the start. The mom-to-be stepped back, almost walking into Denny. His huge bulk standing still as she grinned, dropped to her knees and took his cock to the back of her throat. Bursting into laughter as her lips where roughly spread. It seemed nothing was too much for her. Stretching the back of her throat with a thick girth.
My wife looked across at her, almost unaware that she was being prepared for Carl's cock. The big man standing over her and sporting an erection which stood proudly in the air. His meat thick, long and circumcised; the fat hard head lighter in than the rest of his pole. Beneath his balls were heavy and full. She wanted it. Most crowded in closer to get a better look as she positioned her legs apart. Kathy's sex, neatly cropped with a small, neat patch of hair formed a perfect, tight crack. As she parted herself with her fingers the darker pink of her vagina showed, glinting with warm liquid. She was wet and ready. All the black faces leering down at her. I looked around the room and noticed that many more people were looking in through the hall door now. A half a dozen women, some with babies looked on. A gap had been cleared in the room so they could see. I also noticed that several young boys and girls had, having slipped into the apartment, quietly moved around the room, and were perched on the back of the now empty sofa, with an unobstructed view of Kathy's upcoming breeding.
How long would it go on? How long until all these men had used my wife to satisfaction? There were many of them. More than the six who had started.
'Goin fuck you. You want that?' Carl grunted, the mattress squeaking as he quickly and confidently got between her legs. Kathy nodded as a big arm positioned itself behind her left knee to her foot hung rigidly into the air. The black bull mounted her body, his enormous cock aiming straight at Kathy's waiting and very fertile pussy. Everyone grinned as my wife's cunt did look deliciously inviting. So wet and needy of fresh sperm. The look on her face a picture as she caught my eye, sliding her arms around the big man's waist. He lowered himself onto her fully; the mattress groaning, his elbows along side her body, and leaning down to put his heavy black lips over hers. Forcing her mouth open Carl began to grind his lips against hers, his tongue entering her mouth. If Kathy was apprehensive, this move put an end to it. Within a minute she was returning his hard deep kisses, her arms going up around his neck and pulling him down onto her. The sound of their embrace was quite audible to all. Kathy began to moan softly. Carl had clearly touched a nerve with her.
'Bitch is ready fo some Nigger dick' he grinned, laughter rippling around the room as he announced his intention to the crowd.
As Carl reached down for his long black dick and guided it towards Kathy's hole she smiled at me. Only a curl of the lip but it was enough. In that one look I knew how much she hoped for this. Grimacing, he penetrated, pushing the entrance to her cunt open. Her arms tightening around his back and her leg strained under his first attempts. A defeated, slow moan as his long cock pushed through, forcing her lips wide. Despite the chatter in the room Kathy's long, desperate groan was heard by all. Gritting his teeth I watched him sink into her. Inch by inch. Having to work a little at a time.
'Shit she tight' he said, half in laughter. His dick was big and Kathy had to open wide to take him. Working deep with supportive murmurs coming from the group behind him he worked the head of his cock up into her.
'C'mon Carl fuck dat bitch'.
'Hurry up Carl ah'm waitin over here'. I could see pain etched on her face but I could also see lust as well. She already loved this breeding. With a moan Kathy spread her thighs a little wider, folding her free leg over his thigh and was immediately filled up with another inch or so of Carl's cock. Her mouth falling open as he began humping steadily, stretching her pussy and working her good. Certainly no love in his fucking as he brought desperate gasps from my wife on each firm stroke.
Kathy closed her eyes tightly, turning her head away and knowing she wouldn't be tight down below for very long. Her hands remained steady on his back, nails making light marks as he drew up onto his arms and fucked deep with short gasps. His heavy balls swung forwards meeting her body on every thrust with a resounding slap, driving his cock into her with all the force he could. From the look on his face he wanted her to remember him and he was not going to waste any time now. He was going to fuck and shoot his seed into her as far as he could. Leaning down Carl began roughly kissing Kathy, sucking and nipping at her with his thick lips. Inhaling deeply the scent of her perfume and body. She took up his urgency because she started kissing him back just as hard, arms around his neck, groaning and whimpering loudly between strokes.
'That's it' croaked a dry Bob, 'fuck that white cunt'. The shuddering of her breasts was an indication of the power in his strokes. She raised her gorgeous white thighs further up and wrapped them around his torso, ankles locked together; keeping him in. In deep. Each upward stroke expelled an unrelenting sigh from her lips.
'Uh ... uh ... uh ... uh... '. The watching men grinned. On the sofa Vikki and Latysha were again entertaining the next studs and keeping the line entertained. Their mouths were busy as Bob moved between them. Behind them Carl was slamming hard into Kathy, banging her into the mattress. Both of them were now deeply enjoying this breeding.
'Uhhh ... uhhh ... Oh yes... ' Kathy groaned, the thrusts becoming faster, her eyes wet and her voice spurring her black lover on.
'That's it ... fuckin slut ... fuck!' he gasped breathlessly in reply. The gold band on her finger caught my eye as between her legs the black studs hips romped back and forth. His big dick loosening her up as for his friends as he drove in almost to the hilt. Passing in and out, in and out. With a shudder Kathy reached orgasm, her body and particularly her legs stiffening as she came. Then began a rhythmic almost cruel surge to his fucking. He meant every stroke. Just like the other men who were all standing around, waiting their turn. Vikki grinned over her shoulder. Now kneeling alongside Latysha who seemed far happier giving head than going all the way. Bob was taking pictures of them side by side, our friends blonde hair bouncing against her back as she took them. Latysha too winked at me. The two women seemingly impressed with each others efforts. They both knew how to give head. Vikki had a wicked look on her face she had a dick in each hand and was sucking them both off, much to Bobs delight. Tickling the heavy cock heads with her tongue and drawing appreciative sounds from the men. She gave head with such enthusiasm. Really loving black cock. Her mouth sliding and taking each deep. Kathy's legs where still wrapped around Carl's waist. The whole mattress jerking sideways as he ground to the end. I guess he'd been pounding my wife a good fifteen minutes. Leaving her in no doubt that black cock was best. The interracial couple were groaning along, gasping at every opportunity.
'Fuck ... fuck ... fuck yeah ... ah'm comin!' Carl stammered.
'Oh put it in ... put it in' Kathy whimpered in reply, surprising everyone with her outburst as her face contorted under the strain.
Her hands tightened into fists and she cried out loudly from beneath him. Over and over as they bucked. This was all he could take and he roared in delight as his seed spurted forth. I could see his ball sack, very tight, start to spasm as the baby-making sperm ejaculated violently into Kathy's waiting and unprotected womb. With a steady, rhythmic slapping his humping subsiding and he uttered a satisfied groan.
'Ohhh ... Ohhh!' Kathy wailed, gripping his neck tightly, her eyes closed. There was something else in her face too, some emotion I clearly recognised. She actually enjoyed having him come inside her. Perhaps hopeful that she had just met her black baby's daddy. Without a word he lifted his frame and pulled his cock free. I noticed Kathy grimace slightly as he left her, her cunt quickly closing behind his wilting dick. A long thick string of sperm looped from the head of his cock to her bare, slick pussy. As he moved back it broke, falling on the mattress between Kathy's legs. She was fucked and now available again. Tiredly Carl got to his feet and nodded to the rest of the pack. Vulnerable and needy the others moved in like wolves, hands immediately reaching between her legs for a feel of her sex or onto her breasts. She moaned subtly, eyes down towards her pussy and the rubbing and teasing hands, each jostling for a turn at her clitoris. This was how it should be. A beautiful white women being bred by hard, black men.
Denny was next. Despite having only just fucked Vikki a short time ago the young man was clearly staking his claim. This was about pecking order. Carl's son aggressively took up a space kneeling between Kathy's legs, the 250 pounder jacking himself stiff. A big grin on his face the big man obviously enjoyed his work. With so many kids of his own who could blame him. I felt a sudden wave of pleasure as I realised Kathy may well be the first white women he knocked up.
'Gonna fuck you good lady' he said more in statement that question. My wife looked up at him and nodded as he mounted her, half a smile on her face but also hopeful that he wasn't about to crush her. Dismissively he parted her thighs, lowering his weight on top of her and penetrating her spot. The mattress groaning under the weight as he slid his cock up Kathy, the walls of her cunt graciously accepting his dick. Maybe oiled from the wad of Carl's come she took him easily. Rolling her head to the side she shut her eyes tight as he started upon her, willing to be bred. From the beginning Denny's heavy balls slapped soundly against her, the noise filling the smoky, vocal room. She held his back firmly, her fingers torte and releasing the odd desperate gasp of air. Having returned, Carl was already kneeling, wiping his wet cock against her cheek and lips. Forcing her to taste herself. The sweat and heat of the room showed plainly on his forehead. Kathy's eyes stared up at the ceiling as her body moved back and forth between the two. Denny, sweating, his skin wet. Planting his hands on either side he was fucking her full pelt in no time. My wife's whole body rocking back under his strokes. All under the watchful gaze of those around me.
Kathy looking dazed as she was used, gently looking up to the face of Denny. One of the youngsters, perhaps seventeen was kneeling, groping her firm breasts in turn. He had crept in uninvited but this was his shot and he wasn't about to waste it. No-one was about to take it from him either. His eyes bright as he touched her smooth figure, lightly wet with sweat. Kathy's eyes seemed to flutter and she came again, pushing back her head and shutting her eyes tight as her second orgasm ripped through her. When she opened them she was still being fucked. Denny hung over her, grinning down and admiring her body. What a treat this was for him. The sweat rolling down his brow and collecting on his back. His big hips pumping and forcing my wife's breasts to roll heavily. Moving on her chest as this latest black bull laid into her. Already there was a large wet stain on the mattress, evidence of my wife's orgasms. I noticed Latysha smile at me. She had been there before undoubtedly. Being bred by the huge man. In fact everyone seemingly knew what this was about and as if proving a point Denny grunted, his bulk flooding my wife's hole with his sticky, baby making jelly.
I watched in awe, my wife's white, slippery pussy stretched around Denny's girth. The greasy white of his sperm began already to ooze slowly down over her skin and towards the mattress. Groans of relief and pleasure from both spewed forth, Kathy's head dropping back, her eyes closed. He left it there for what seemed like several minutes, breathing heavily before he withdrew his oily long dick. Unsurprisingly the round, dark length showed traces of come as my wife's cunt lips finally gave him up. With her legs open and bent at the knee his jizm welled up deliciously in her hole, particularly thick and free to go to work. Bob snapped several pictures from between her thighs as Denny wiped his cock clean on the discarded blue dress.
'Damn Kathy ... that's a serious cream pie you go going on?' he said. A pat on the big man's back and the next one was in moving in. He was muscular and early 40's with jailhouse tattoos down both arms. Effortlessly he gathered her legs and pushed Kathy's cunt lips apart. She swallowed him whole, stretching her his girth and forcing Denny and Carl's ejaculate out as he began slugging home.
He had soon shot his load and a second, then third took his place. I felt in a dream. This was real and happening right before my eyes. Kathy was being bred in a train of horny, black dick. The men were so impatient and eager. It wasn't everyday they received a fine white lady like Kathy to breed. Her eyes were wet and her mouth hung open in a defeated, desperate gape. Hands groping and touching her while big black dicks pounded her married belly deep, grunting obscenities in her face. The latest had her legs pinned literally over her head, hugging her back as he rode new depths. Surprisingly, both her pretty shoes were still attached, the straps of the heels holding firm. Behind them one tall, thin male was being sucked by Vikki. Her blonde hair waved as her head bobbed greedily and noisily on his shaft, hand and lips in expert union. Staggering back a little drunkenly the seed was already welling in the head of his dick. He needed to come and turned, intent on not wasting it. Luckily my wife was just available and the others, seeing his predicament called him in.
'Damn, even my wife don't let me fuck her bare no more' he gasped as he quickly slid himself up her messy cunt. The feel of pussy was too much it seemed. Swearing loudly he gave four and five strokes then came, gasping in relief.
I checked my watch. We had been there over an hour. Kathy had been fucked seven times by my count while Vikki and Latysha eagerly kept the momentum going. The smell in the room was one of sweat, cigarettes, pussy and sperm. Taking the latest opportunity for a breath my wife sat up and asked for her glass. She drained it in two gulps before accepting the invitation from the next stud in line. From the doorway, the two young blacks from the front stoop came in and hurriedly stripped off their clothes, both hungry for this action. There was little doubt that the news was spreading through the building. They couldn't have been older than mid-teens. Obviously respected, one of the two teenagers took the next turn, drilling my wife hard and deep and looking happy to be screwing a 29-year-old married, white woman. Her cunt was sopping wet, cum leaking heavily down over her ass. Thick white strands dribbling from her cunt-hole as his stiff young black cock pounded into her. Around me at the door people were exchanging places. All eager to get a look at this black gang-bang of this white-woman. His friend, standing nude next to the mattress was slowly stroking his large black cock, waiting his turn. Suddenly, he gave a short yell, and climaxed hard, jerking and shooting a long, thick stream of his silvery sperm over Kathy's calves and the backs of his friend's legs. Although he was very angry for unloading too soon, it didn't stop him from splashing several more gobs of cum onto Kathy's thighs.
The room was crowded. People waiting for a turn or simply watching or jerking off. I had seen at least three men come with Vikki and Latysha, the last spurting heavily all over the black woman's face. I was secondary, standing dutifully in the corner and attracting little interest. Before me, several more of the younger studs followed, fucking Kathy hard and pumping their seed into her. They didn't last as long as the older men but there was a savage intensity to them. A drained and almost dismissive look held my wife's face. She was pretty much at her limit and there were men still ready for her. A wide, dark stain had now collected under her ass. The overflow of their seed and her lubricating fluid. Kathy's bare legs had splashes of sperm clinging to them, a particularly sticky mess collected on her left shoe. My slut wife was soon on her thirteenth black fucking, cunt wet and very well used, with cum leaking from her body in a steady dribble. By then they were pressing effortlessly into her, the white strands oozing from her hole as stiff dick went to work. Such a contrast to her skin.
'Tell him what you want' Bob encouraged. He was photographing her, a stern tone to his voice as Kathy struggled to take a very big, older dick. Thick and long, just like the rest of them, this man had an extra few inches. His fucking was slow and deliberate, one hand planted to her side, the other behind her knee.
'I want it ... I want it' she gasped almost delirious.
'That's not it' grinned Bob, 'you want a little black baby don't you Kathy'. The group behind the door muttered but there were agreeing murmurs from the breeders. 'Brown skin and curly hair'.
'Yes ... oh yes'. It looked good to see her legs roughly pinned apart and her cunt being pumped with each full, black length. She looked up as him as he bred her. Feeling in each of his hungry strokes.
'There you go bitch' he said his voice rising as he came.
Two men helped Kathy off the mattress. Leading her extremely gingerly to the sofa while Vikki took up position. She was getting fucked in no time and it was a welcome break for my wife. You only had to listen to her groan and encourage. It was truly something. One of the women got Kathy a refill and she sat with it in her hand almost dazed. On either side of her the unrelenting younger men stroked, cupped and felt her tits.
'What do you think of it?'. Bob was beside me, a look of disbelief on his face. Perhaps from the sheer number of men in the room. Jostling over the women he had surprised himself.
'I've never seen anything like it' I replied. It was true. There were fifteen or more men in the room of various ages. Making it difficult to see, though with so many Vikki was currently being drilled mattress. The sounds and noises coming from all around had my head spinning. Kathy, Vikki and Latysha too where all being used and it seemed that every few minutes one of those black bulls was coming. My eyes widened as I saw one of the men come over my wife's mouth, her outstretched tongue taking the violent shot as it landed across her face and slender neck. Her eyes where glazed. A simple smile on her face as his sperm broke off her chin. There was of course no rest for her. She was getting the treatment good and proper.
There really was no end to this. The sight and the smell of the room. My wife's dress and panties lying discarded on the floor until discovered by one of the younger men. I watched him put the panties to his nose and inhale, wrapping them around his cock and jerking off. Vikki sat up and was assisted off the sofa. She had taken a shot to the face herself and it matted in her blonde hair. Her mascara was running from her eyes as she seemed the same if not more desperate than Kathy. Several of the fresher men were again looking at my wife, ready to pound her white cunt some more. Two took her hand and pulled her to her feet, tottering on the heels as she almost fell onto the mattress and had her legs quickly spread. The tattooed jailbird soon taking his turn. If his it hadn't already been for the fact that Kathy had already been fucked, and she had so much cum in her, his cock wouldn't have gone in. He pushed in brutally, and she spread her lovely legs more to try to accommodate him. From one knee he was finally imbedded in her and he started to quietly and forcefully slam his cock in and out of her cunt. A loud squishing noise started from the fluids trapped in my wife's pussy.
I watched in awe as he finished, his cock glistening and wet as he pulled free. The two 20' something lads took a turn each, followed by a older man of mid forties who had only just arrived. When Carl finally took a second turn I realised the day was drawing to a close. The mood had changed and Carl clearly felt that in the interest of the women's health it was almost time to end it. There was one more matter. The old grey man, Latysha's father whose room this really was had been forced to go last. Taking a little time to strip all of his clothes his eyes were focused keenly on Kathy's beautiful but abused white body. The shaft of his cock was coal-black, criss-crossed with pencil-thick veins. The large, heavy cock-head, now pushing out from his black stretched foreskin was a dull-purple in colour. Below this old but powerful baby-making shaft was a large pair of balls heavily pulling down his black scrotum. This massive black tool looked out of place hanging from his skinny very black body. He couldn't have been taller than Kathy and it looked like they would weigh the same.
Just as he stepped to the foot of the mattress, a short heavy-set black woman pushed her way next to him.
'Charles Williams, just what do you think your doing'? She yelled. The crowd erupted in laughter. 'What do it look like?' Charles answered her. The elderly black woman looked at him for a moment, not saying anything, and then turned a poisonous look toward an embarrassed-looking Kathy now lying with her knees up and legs together, her arms covering her luscious looking breasts. The woman slowly backed away several steps but stayed within view of the breeding bed. She passed Kathy a wicked, partly envious look. Charles stood again at the foot of the mattress, took his massive cock in one of his thin hands, and slowly began to stroke it. And as he did, he glanced first at his wife and then at me. He had a triumphant look on his face as he looked at us both. He was now going to fuck my wife in front of his wife. He slowly began to work the purple cock-head into Kathy, slowly pressing it against her beautiful pussy lips. Kathy moaned deeper and began to press down against him, shifting her hips unconsciously to accommodate his girth. The head slipped in, my wife groaned again and then lifted her arms to Charles's bony black shoulders and drew him down to her. Charles covered her and began to pump himself into Kathy's body slowly. Each forward push sent another inch into her open and fertile womb. Her wedding and engagement glinted in the lights. Charles continued to pump into her until he had his entire black shaft jammed into Kathy. She gave a cry of pain as he jammed the cock-head into the opening of her cervix up kept kissing him deeply.
I worked my way around to their rear and could see his large heavy black balls now pressed hard against Kathy's ass. His scrawny black legs stretched between her long shapely snow-white legs. She drew her legs up and crossed them over his hips locking her ankles in the classic acceptance pose of a woman mating. Totally accepting his fucking; his breeding of her. My Kathy was truly mating with another man. A black-man. And a black-man at least 40 years older than she was. They were rocking together, still kissing, seemingly oblivious to the host of voyeurs staring down on them. Quietly taking in this most intimate fucking, when Charles broke the kiss with her, raised up on his hands and said, 'where her husband?'
'Here' I said as I worked myself around to the side of the lovers.
'This is one fine piece of fuckin', 'this piece you let us all fuck'. And he leered evilly at me. I stepped back without saying anything more.
Seeing my reaction Bob had a idea. He put down his camera and took out his mobile phone. Earlier, over dinner we had told him about the recent stay of our in-laws. Kathy's relationship with her mother and my wife's fears of how our town would treat us if they found out our plans. How that would come back to us now.
'Why don't you phone your mother Kathy?' he grinned wickedly. My wife's eyes were closed but she opened them when he spoke. 'Why not call and tell her what your up to. She'll be pleased to know she has a grandson on the way'. Kathy looked at me and the row of leering, black faces. She gasped suddenly in pain as the old mans big dick rooted her cunt a little deep. The room fell silent and people smiled. No one had expected this. Least of all myself. Obviously everyone was hoping she would do it. Vikki quickly picked up on it.
'Yes, honey, let me dial my cell and you can tell that tight-assed bitch everything'. I looked on as Kathy took the phone off her, a look of pure trepidation on her face. Even now she realised how vulnerable she was. How she couldn't possibly be thinking clearly. I helped her dial the number. Being crouched there, while another man was fucking my wife in front of me was something I'll never forget. The noise and smell of sex. From my position I could clearly see the 4" he withdrew on each stroke. My hand was trembling as I passed the phone to her and it began to ring. For a moment I wasn't sure if Kathy would be able to talk. Not with a big dick pumping her. Though at the last moment, when I thought she had failed, she held it to her ear.
'Daddy', Kathy said somewhat breathlessly to her racist father, 'put mother on the phone'. Kathy grit her teeth as the man slowed his screwing. He savoured the moment, everyone in the room grinning until I heard the faint sound of my mother in law on the phone.
'It's me mom. Ohhh ... ohhh. Yes everythings ... fine' my wife groaned as the man continued his fucking with stiff steady strokes. SMACK ... SMACK ... SMACK ... went his balls. She was trying her best and I knew she was going to come again. 'I want you to know ... that I've fucked at least 20 men this morning'. Laying back her head Kathy was jerking back on the mattress. There was a cheer around the room.
'Tell her ... tell her' Vikki beamed, listening in intently as we all were.
' ... and they were all black. I ... I'm having a black baby' Kathy said almost in tears. ' ... oh yes ... oh yes that's good'. News like this wouldn't sink in right away. I could just imagine what this must have sounded like. 'Yes ... that's him fucking me'. Letting go of the phone it clattered to the floor. Kathy shut her eyes.
'Yeah ... breed her' a heavy voice came from the back. With a gasp the man muttered that he was coming. His strokes faltering as he unloaded his sack right into Kathy's waiting womb.
We had been there well over three hours and half the men were still standing around, satisfied or waiting for another turn. Others had drifted back to their families. They focuses on whichever of the three women promised the most immediate action. Kathy looked glazed, a white mess resembling egg white splattered over her tits were one of the men had blown his load. Vikki too was enjoying herself and as enthusiastic as ever. I watched as two of the men helped Kathy back to the sofa while Vikki quickly took up position, ready for some cock. The blonde gave me a wink as she passed me. She deserved it and I went and sat by my wife. Immediately taking her hand. Across from us Latysha's purple dress was around her waist and she smiled at me, cum splattered around her pretty chin. On the mattress Vikki grimaced, wailing loudly. She had most of the men around her. Kneeling touching and fucking. Of course those horny black bulls hadn't done yet.
Denny came over to Kathy. His dick dark in colour as my wife took hold of him and slid her mouth down over his length. She sucked him hard, her hair swinging around her shoulders, rolling her lips and mouth back and forth with grim determination. Keeping her eyes up at his face as he grinned back down in steely satisfaction. He was parting her legs before I knew it, drawing her feet up to the sofa and expertly penetrating her exposed target. Black cock was long and hard again, ready for more welcoming white pussy. Easily nudging open her lips with the head of his dick he pushed his length in fully, causing Kathy's mouth to drop open as his balls squashed against her. Her hand tightened on mine as she took him, a look of power on the big man's face as he fucked with his huge hips.
'Oh... ' she whimpered. 'It's big'. Clearly there was even now, stretching to be done. My wife's own sad gazed trained down on Denny's shaft as it worked her sex. I guess Kathy couldn't believe what she had said to her mother. All those years of hiding how she felt. Of living in a prejudice town. She closed her eyes, close to tears as she took this most recent pounding. Shaking all over until he roughly emptied his balls up inside. The dark skinned, tattooed man followed suit, delighting me as his deep, dark cock penetrated my wife's pure white cunt. I had to say that from what I had seen, both Kathy and Vikki had been used far more than I'd seen before. There was no stopping these horny studs.
Despite the earlier promise of a reprieve Kathy and Vikki were each fucked several more time before it was done.
'You enjoyed Hon?' Latysha said to me. I felt breathless. My head spinning. As I sat in that high-rise apartment, the sound and smell of sex all around me, I looked lovingly over at my wife. She was a mess, used harshly over the course of the morning. Her perfect skin was stained with patches seed and cock grease, the more focused areas of course her breasts, face and pussy. She was leaking even then, down onto the sofa in a sticky, congealed puddle. The rest her belly was trying to hold in. Remarkably, her hair was still quite pristine, only faint traces of semen dried into the dark waves. Facially her mascara was stained from the tears and the red lipstick moist and lightly smeared from sucking cock. There was a fresh wad of come up the side of her face and hanging in her hair were one of the younger men had indulged a fantasy. I was wary of the tough times ahead and wondered how this latest adventure would effect my wife. It would all come true for us. All of it. As Bob packed up, two of the men helped Kathy gingerly through to the bathroom. The room was a mess as likely was my wife's emotional and physical health. Vikki went after her and the women were gone some time before Kathy appeared in her cum stained dress. She was on her feet at least but looked pale, gaunt even. I though of my wife's single, precious egg and the wealth of black sperm already rushing to fertilise it. She would be a mother soon and our home life would be effected forever. As Bob slapped my back in congratulations I shut my eyes and imagined our future as it was yet to be.
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Posted on : Jun 18, 2024
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