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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sorry. Just my honest opinion."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ten years."

"Must be expensive."

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

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

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

"You okay, Katie?" DeWayne asked.

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

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

"Tha's...a lot."

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

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

"Boy that stuff works fast."

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

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

"d**g?" I asked stupidly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Make sure?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Noooooooo" I moaned longer and louder.

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

"Oh, the feisty lawyer!"

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

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

"Oh...please...!"

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

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

"'Please' what, Katie?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


"Oh, DeWayne, " I said, grinding my cunt into his crotch; "you're making me come...!"

"Yeah, bitch -- being a mommy will calm your hot lawyer ass down. Now beg for it -- beg for me to give you a baby."

"Oh, God," I moaned, "DeWayne, Do it, squirt your sperm in me!"

"I don't know," DeWayne said, teasingly slowing his own thrusting; "Do you really want a big pregnant belly? Do you want to waddle around with big milky boobs ready for nursing? Then show me, show me you want to be black pregnant."

"Oh, you bastard," I cried, feeling tears rolling down my face. "I've got to have it! Fuck me! I'm coming...! Can't you feel it? Oh, fuck...!!!" He couldn't help but feel it; my pussy going into spasms – my traitorous body clutching and sucking at his cock for the seed that would make my tummy swell. Arching my back, I pushed down hard against him, feeling his thickness pulsing inside me. Afterward, I still ground my hips against his, but I looked away shyly. I felt ashamed, having come for him like that.

"Good girl," he crowed, grabbing my hips; "You came hard, like a woman ready for a baby, a BLACK baby for this little white pussy!" He groaned -- tensing every muscle in his body -- and suddenly I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs. I could feel his penis throbbing inside me, and suddenly I came again, realizing I was actually letting him fill me with sperm -- pulsing jets of warm, thick, baby-making seed -- directly into my belly. He came pretty hard himself -- I felt the overflow spilling down my thighs -- and I murmured with pleasure, knowing my fertile womb was soaked with sperm. Leaning forward, I kissed him. But even as I sat there impaled on his weapon, I cried, too, knowing of the terrible thing he had done to me, the terrible, wonderful thing I had let him do.

It had been good -- maybe the best fuck I'd ever had -- but now guilt washed over me as we broke our kiss, and I lay my head against his chest. //Poor Jack,// I thought, slipping into u*********sness, //poor Jack...!//

When I woke up later, I felt Jack on me, inside me, pumping me hard and deep. It was wonderful! How could I have denied this to him -- to myself -- for so long? But then -- my head began to clear -- I realized it wasn't Jack in me, but DeWayne, rock-hard and up to his balls inside me again. Already on the edge of a climax, I was too far gone to resist him. I simply looked up -- stunned at my own helplessness -- and watched him use me for his grinding, humping pleasure. His balls were slapping my ass -- his testicles swollen with sperm, eager to soak my womb and fertilize my eggs -- and I came despite myself, wrapping my legs around his powerful black waist.

He seemed to like that; thrusting especially hard, he ground his cock into my cunt until his own climax broke, then pressed in deep to squirt his sperm again directly into my clutching, wet, unprotected pussy. "That should do you!" he grinned triumphantly.

I must have dozed off again but when I awoke I lay there lazily in bed with tow loads of DeWayne's come oozing out of my pussy as my husband's employee calmly got dressed, picked up a satchel to leave. When he bent down to kiss me goodbye, I accepted it, but I felt incredible shame, too.

Three weeks later, my period hadn't come. If I didn't panic, it was probably because I knew all along I'd be pregnant. But as I looked at the EPT, the enormity of what I had done hit me all over again: I hadn't just cheated on my husband, I'd cheated on my husband with a black man and let him make me pregnant. Yes, I'd LET him, and nine months from now the whole world would realize what I'd done! I hid my tears and my fears behind a smile when I told Jack. He was a little confused by the calendar manipulation and the week of feigned enthusiastic sex I used to persuade him that, "accidentally," he was going to be a father, but he was too overjoyed about that to think critically. Unfortunately, he was only going to be a daddy. I didn't have the heart to tell him own employee had bred me. I could only hope that somehow, between that day and the day I gave birth, I could summon the courage to tell him the truth.

*****

I wish I could say that letting DeWayne fuck me was a one-time thing, but it wasn't. He had done things to me no man ever had, so -- even as my heart sank with the horror of what I had done -- I was simmering with lust to have DeWayne inside me again. The day I called DeWayne to tell him the news, I didn't need to be high or d**gged to want him again. As he had said, I couldn't get enough of that king-sized cock that had made me pregnant – and he know it. In the next weeks I found myself going to his house dressed like a slut to turn him on, strappy sandals, a short skirt -- and no panties. One time when he saw how hot I was, he just bent me over the back of his living room couch and slam-fucked my tight little pussy. I cam all the harder knowing his pregnant wife was downstairs washing the diapers of his other babies.

DeWayne was not busy during the early part of my pregnancy, so he had plenty of time to screw me almost every day, often more than once. At my second appointment with my gynecologist, I learned I was carrying twins. DeWayne was overjoyed the fertility d**g had been so effective. I was stunned but that didn't keep me from letting him screw me silly that very day. Usually DeWayne would come to the house soon after Jack left early for work, and he'd send me off to my law office with a pussy full of spunk, even when I started wearing the mini maternity dresses that DeWayne liked and that made the other women in my office so jealous.

Once I let him fuck me in the courthouse, during a recess in a libel trial. For a pregnant defense attorney (four months along, I looked more like six months), I dressed pretty raunchy -- with a short dress, high-heeled sandals and white stockings. But it was actually a pretty good choice; the male jurors couldn't help but stare at my legs during the prosecutor's summation. DeWayne, watching from the back of the courtroom, made hand signals. I almost couldn't wait for the judge to bang a recess so I could slip into an unused office and let DeWayne bang my tight, pregnant pussy. It was certainly exciting to feel his wetness trickle out of my pussy and down my leg as I made the closing argument. I wonder if the jury noticed?

The prospect of DeWayne's cock inside me made me do things for him I'd never do for Jack. He showed me a dozen positions I'd never imagined, and I giggled as he got me out of all those sexy things I'd never wore for Jack. I came to love swallowing his come, and I let him eat me for hours on end.

With Jack, on the other hand, I felt no desire; maybe it was guilt, or maybe DeWayne was just fulfilling all my sexual needs. Fortunately, after a few frustrated weeks Jack became very understanding of his pregnant wife's quirks, and soon stopped pestering me for sex.

******

Almost 9 months later -- with my belly swollen huge and round with the twins -- I my world had come upright. My dangerous, embarrassing affair with DeWayne had ended when the company sent him on temporary assignment out of town. First in desperation -- then with real feeling -- I'd started letting, then demanding, that Jack fuck me two or three times daily. He was surprised, but thrilled to have the horny wife he'd always wanted. I was enjoying sex with Jack as never before, practicing with him all the things I'd learned with DeWayne. With practice, Jack was getting as good with his tongue and DeWayne. With my babies due in a few weeks, and a junior partnership waiting for me once I went back to work, I would have the best of both worlds -- motherhood and a career.

Some of my friends from work (plus Jack, DeWayne and Suzie) gave me a baby shower at our home. DeWayne and Suzie stayed behind after the other guests left, and DeWayne was clearly pleased with both of us sporting big bellies that he was responsible for. Although Suzie was now pregnant with number four, I was amazed myself at how much bigger I looked than she. Even seven months along, she was almost trim beside my ponderous bulk. "Looks like you two have a lot in common," DeWayne said, playfully rubbing my belly. The babies reacted by kicking -- perhaps sensing their father's presence.

"So," DeWayne said to Jack, "You must be happy with Katie going to be a mommy of twins. That going to keep her at home long enough for you to start her on the next one?"

Jack sighed. "I tried to talk her into it; the way my business is going, she doesn't have to work. But ... looks like we're out of the baby business for a while, she's hiring a nanny, and plans to stay with the law firm."

"Well," DeWayne said, "Maybe she'll still change her mind. Motherhood does things to women," he added, ominously.

At that point Suzie asked Jack something and they wandered away. When he saw we were alone, DeWayne turned on me. "What's this shit about going back to work and feeding the babies formula? These are MY babies," he said, placing his large black hand on my protruding belly, "and they deserve real tittie milk! "I've had enough of this 'career-woman' nonsense from you, Katie. If you don't want Jack to find out what an adulterous slut you are, you're going to leave your job and be a stay-at-home mommy! And I don't want to hear you're refusing to give him all the hot dirty sex a man needs, either."

Suddenly, I was trembling with fear -- especially considering how intimate we'd been. Hadn't he done enough to me? "No, DeWayne, " I said, summoning my courage; "Your dirty game is over. You won't have to tell Jack; I already plan to. It won't be easy, but we love each other and he'll forgive me. Let my 'friends,' family, and co-workers think what they will. I have to accept that anyway. And while we're being so honest... maybe it wouldn't hurt to tell Suzie, too."

Suddenly, I heard a laugh in the hallway. "I know all about you, stuck-up bitch!" Suzie said, coming into view; "Whose idea do you think it was to get you knocked you up with DeWayne's black babies, anyway?"

"Yeah, but it was my idea to tape all your afternoons of 'fun,' DeWayne grinned. "I even have the very first time at your house when you were riding me, begging me to make you pregnant with my babies, the babies you're going to nurse 'til the next ones come along!" DeWayne started unbuttoning my blouse and whispered in my ear. "Come on, Mommy. Let's see those baby feeders."

"Yeah," said Suzie, "get some practice. I'm busy with three already, so you can help me out with this one." She smiled as she rubbed her seven-months-pregnant belly. "It's only fair."

"Fair?" I asked, shaking my head with confusion.

"Sweetheart," Suzie said with a cold smile, "maybe you were too busy letting my husband fuck your little white brains out to remember, but right after DeWayne got you black pregnant you weren't taking very good care of your poor husband. Seeing that cute little bulge every day, Jack was even hornier than you usually left him! Well, one day I let him 'accidentally' see me with my blouse open breastfeeding little Jennifer. Of course I had 'forgotten' to wear panties that day and only had on a little smock, so he might have seen some hot wet mommy pussy, too," she smirked. "Before he knew it, I had him nursing from my other tit. From there it was easy to get him to suck my pussy -- the way you never let him -- until he was drunk on girl cum. Then I put his neglected prick in my well-used cunt, and fucked him like you hadn't fucked him in years!"

I was stunned -- which Suzie seemed to enjoy. "See, I don't think it's right for even a white husband to go without sex when there's a fine piece of tail right there in front of him. I gave Jack what he needed, let him empty his balls in me every morning, while DeWayne was over at your place, fucking his little mommy-slut silly!" She paused to look lovingly at her swollen belly. "Of course *I* like it bareback, so this one is probably Jack's."

"You ... bitch!" I spat.

"No, darling, I'm not a bitch. I'm just a normal, sexy young mommy -- like you're going to be from now on."

"The hell I will!"

"Suzie's right," Jack said, suddenly walking into the room. "Things have changed and it time you started getting ready to be a proper mommy."

"Jack...? What the hell...?"

Jack looked smug -- an odd look for him. But it was DeWayne who explained the situation.

"You can't really blame Jack," he said. "After Suzie seduced him, we arranged it so I would 'catch' him fucking her. That was our opening for showing him the tapes. Honestly, he couldn't believe his luck when he saw what a slut you could be." I blushed red with embarrassment. "But I told him to play it cool, and he could have a horny little stay-at-home mommy wife, just like I do."

"This is ridiculous," I said, looking at the trio in disbelief; "Do you have any idea how many laws you people have broken, DeWayne?"

"I don't care, Miss EX lawyer," Jack leered. "You may think they're enlightened, but I'll bet you don't want your old friends, your boss, and your family seeing DeWayne's tapes. Believe me, honey, there are scores of better-than-porn scenes of you in bed with an unidentifiable black man and not one of them looks like ****!"

I looked from one to the other of their faces, seeking escape, but there was none. My career-girl world was collapsing. Reeling, I dropped into the nearest chair in resignation, my milk-swollen breasts seeming even heavier with the weight of my surrender. Ever-determined, DeWayne stayed close to me to lift my top, and lowered his lips to my left tit. I felt milk begin to flow. Suzie and Jack grinned as they saw the shock of unwanted pleasure cross my face. DeWayne's hand slipped between my legs.

I wanted to feel mad -- to lash out for what they had done to me -- but somehow, the sensations of my erstwhile lover drinking happily from my breast, his hand in my moist pussy starting me on that familiar rollercoaster toward ecstasy, I felt my anger dissolve. THEY had conspired, but it was Mother Nature –my uncontrollable need for sex, my deep urge to make babies -- that had defeated me. Nursing the man, I started rocking his head like an infant and cooing with pleasure as abundant, fat-rich milk squirted from my boobs and his black lips drank it down hungrily.

"It looks like it's working!" Jack exclaimed, looking at DeWayne in admiration.

"Didn't I tell you?" Suzie giggled. "You can count on my man! Now come here, lover! I need a good fuck," she growled.

*****

It's been a few months now, and Suzie and I are nursing three newborns; she had a hungry boy. The constant stimulation of three tiny sucking mouths on our breasts keeps us quite horny and makes us eager for DeWayne and Jack to fuck us all the time. Since two guys can only do so much (and they do have to work, sometimes ), Suzie and I also get together for girl/girl fun almost daily. Sometimes we have foursomes with our men -- when Suzie's older k**s are asleep. (We keep the babies around for inspiration.) I love seeing my husband drive that fuck-happy little blonde crazy with his cock -- when her husband isn't doing the same to me! Of course our horny husbands never use condoms, so with all the sperm they're pumping into our tummies; we'll probably BOTH have twins next time – Lord know what color!

Sometimes I still think about my old life and plans, but I know those times are gone forever. Some of my girlfriends were shocked when they saw the rich café au lait skin of my daughters but they were curious when I hinted how I'd been turned on to black meat. Thanks to DeWayne and his little brother, LeRoy, several of them are now happily expecting little brown babies of their own. For me, I love playing with and nursing my beautiful little girls and could never give up the hard, frequent sex from two men I'm getting now. The other day, Jack told us he and DeWayne intend to keep Suzie and me pregnant, horny mommies for years to come.

We just patted our little bulges, kissed each other, and giggled.

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A light knock sounded on his door the next morning. Setting aside the remnants of his breakfast, Rael wiped his mouth before rising and answering the knock, half expecting it to be Silmaria. Selm stood on the other side of the door instead. His Halfling advisor bowed low. “Apologies for disturbing your breakfast, Milord.” “It’s all right, Selm. No harm done. How can I help you?” “Milord, I believe we’ve found something that needs your attention.” Rael arched a curious brow. “What could need...

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DarkFyre Chapter Nineteen

Never had the sun shone so bright and warming north of The Teeth before spring had even come. The breeze was chilling and sharp as it rolled off the mountains and swirled along the rise and fall of the open hilly country, but next to a lifetime of winters in the North, the breeze here was but a refreshingly cool caress. The wind touched everything. It combed through the flat plains to the south, teasing patterns from the high, dense grasses. Ripples and waves, and the constant, minute...

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DarkFyre Chapter Sixteen

The darkness of the cave was broken only by the small, flickering flames of Rael’s makeshift torch. It had spun off into the corner during the struggle with the bear and there it sat, dying. The flame was weak and feeble, yet it would not go out fully. It swirled, sputtering and pitiful, but it clung stubbornly to the torch and sent a tracery of shadows to sprawl in shapes and flittering figures grand and small along the icy stone walls. The shadows were dramas and tales and romantic battles,...

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DarkFyre Chapter Twelve

The next morning was mild, if not as clear and sunny as the day before. Clouds hung in a haze over the sky, drab and dreary and promising cold and snow to come, but all in all it was a favorable day for the middle of a Dale winter. Rael was sitting against a wall in an alley mouth, studying the grand building across the street. He was on the opposite end of Trelling’s Rest, right in the heart of the Palace District, watching the Hall of Valor, home and seat of power for the Knight Brotherhood...

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DarkFyre Chapter Fourteen

The wilds of DarkFyre Dale were a raw, wretched place, and never more so than in the grip of winter. For the first few days they traveled mostly through the open, sweeping meadows and plains of the western highlands. During the all too brief summer months the highlands were an entirely different place characterized by tall, lush green grasses swaying in the cool wind, speckled with notes of color from wildflowers. They teamed with small, secret life. Bees buzzing, drone-like and purposeful,...

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DarkFyre Prologue

Rain fell in a sporadic icy deluge. No true storm, it was nonetheless a persistent enough spattering of ice and water to make the battleground a wet, slushy mess of melting ice, frigid wind, and watered down puddles of mud and fresh blood steaming in the dawning light. It was miserable conditions, even for the already miserable enterprise of war waging. But if the barbaric Haruke cared at all, they gave no sign. The warriors were far from the plains of their people, having journeyed east and...

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DarkFyre Chapter Ten

Wordless, Silmaria burst into motion, springing forward to dash down to her burning home. Or tried to, at least. Before she’d gone two strides, Lord Rael’s hand shot out and grabbed her by the wrist in a grip like steel. He yanked her back toward him and growled softly into her ear, “Don’t be a fool. We don’t know what’s down there. Follow me and stay quiet! Keep low.” Though it galled her to be slow at all right then, Silmaria gave a reluctant nod and followed her Lord’s lead. Rael took...

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DarkFyre Chapter Eight

When Silmaria came back to herself she was lying on a soft, large, comfortable bed. A bed that size should have been draped in silks and finery, but instead was covered in simple, practical sheets of cotton and a heavy, warm wool comforter. The glow of a fire and a number of candles cast shifting shadows and orange light against the ceiling and walls. Silmaria fought not to panic, she had no idea where she was. The Gnari girl sat up to get a better view of the room. It was a simple and...

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DarkFyre Chapter Eighteen

DarkFyre Chapter Eighteen The next day, Rael was a busy man. Silmaria sat back and watched him with a sort of amused fascination. After a long night of rest, Rael was renewed and overflowing with energy and robust health. They’d discussed with disappointment how much of the bear meat was going to go to waste as its spoiling became eminent, but Rael gave a good effort at consuming as much of it as possible that morning. Silmaria was shocked and very nearly appalled, and couldn’t quite keep...

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