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Jenny had settled down, her flamboyant life style had
been calmed by the act of marriage and her husband had
shown her the benefits of monogamy. She was content
with her standard semi in her standard suburb with her
standard husband on a standard salary. But she yearned
for a family.
Her husband, who had been married before, had other
views. His divorce had been particularly fraught and he
had taken the initiative to have a vasectomy. After
marrying Jenny, however, his heart melted and the
decision to start a family was made. Trouble was, hubby
was incapable.
They'd been married for a couple of years and all the
wild oats she'd sown previously should have left her
fairly open minded. She had grown more introvert,
however, opting for less glamorous clothing and less
adventurous life style. Sure, Jenny and her hubby had
good times but not as wild as they once were. Being
married often lead to mundane sex between partners and
Jenny and her husband were certainly no exception.
They'd been to see the doctor who told them that the
reversal was possible but there was no guarantee it
would be successful. They then enquired about
artificial insemination and the costs involved. Hubby
was on a good salary but not that good, middle managers
were ten a penny in their part of the world.
To overcome her tears, they explored alternative
options for conception and it was eventually his idea
that the conception should happen naturally. After all,
it was God's way, he told her but she was less than
convinced.
Given the cost and the timescale of artificial
insemination, she reluctantly agreed to a "live" donor
and they scoured the internet. Ads were placed and
clubs approached for potential candidates. She had been
offered the possibility of choosing some one she
already knew or who she may have been intimate with
previously. She did not want that, her embarrassment
would have made it impossible for her. Besides, it was
a personal problem between the two of them. They would
find a candidate who was not local, who fitted the bill
and who they felt they could trust.
It took them weeks to collate information, check out
photos, speak on the phone and they even met a couple
of them before she opted for one. His name was Andrew
and he lived a 3 hour drive away up in the North. He
was young, had a reasonable level of education and was
happy to oblige. He was tall and lanky, skinny bum and
not the best of looking guys, but it was the best they
could find and she opted for Andy.
They had researched the fertility guide lines and had
worked out Jenny's most fertile fortnight. They had
booked the time off work and travelled by train,
checking into the hotel using false names and paying in
cash. They did not wish to be traced at a later date by
some guy trying to gain access to his c***d. If she
fell pregnant, it would be hers and her husbands.
That's what the world would be led to believe.
They checked in and had dinner, Andy joined them part
way through. They laughed and joked and got to know
each other. They'd met before and Jenny had been
accepting of the idea of having this man's semen inside
her.
After dinner, they went to their room and Jenny
explained the rules.
"We lie on the bed and you get yourself to the point of
ejaculation" she said in a clinical manner, "I'll get
myself aroused and when you're ready to cum, you tell
me. Then I'll lower myself on to you until you cum and
then I'll climb off" Andy looked a little miffed at the
idea. Guessing his next question, she answered him
firmly.
"No kissing, no peeking and no touching" she said. The
lady had spoken. Andy agreed initially but he had a
plan.
Tonight was a couple of nights before the beginning of
her really fertile spell and the idea was that tonight
would be a test, to make sure they were both
comfortable with the idea. Andy was to come over every
evening after his work and provide her with the
necessary and, over the weekend, which was to be her
most fertile spell, he would visit her two or three
times. They all agreed and shook hands.
To save her embarrassment, her husband was encouraged
to be in the bar whilst they were conceiving and,
reluctantly, he agreed. He wanted to be with his wife
when their baby was conceived but he understood her
concerns and respected her wishes.
The first night went according to plan with Andy
beating his meat on the bed, his trousers and pants
folded neatly at the foot of the bed. He unashamedly
masturbated himself, looking at Jenny as he did. She
wore a loose fitting top which hid her curvaceous bust,
and a long skirt. Her fingers were buried under her
skirt and Andy could barely see her knee, let alone her
thigh. Eventually, he breathed heavily and said he was
about ready.
Jenny knelt on the bed and straddled his hips, her long
flowing skirt covered his lap and she buried her hand
under her skirt and grabbed his throbbing cock. She
lowered herself on to him and the action of doing so
sent Andy in to orgasm and he ejaculated inside her. He
tried to thrust it a couple of times after he'd come
but Jenny was already removing herself from his manhood
and lying down, knees bent and skirt covering her
modesty.
Andy had come but it had hardly been exciting for him.
All that would change.
The next night, the format was similar and Jenny had
been wearing the same clothes, what Andy called her
frumpy outfit. He pestered her to touch him or for him
to touch her but she refused. Eventually, he told her
he was cumming and she mounted him in the same way she
had done so the previous evening. She lowered herself
on to him, expecting the spurt from his dick and the
groan from his throat. Nothing happened.
"I thought you were cumming?" she said.
"I'm nearly there," Andy said. "Ride me a bit."
"No," she said flatly.
"I'm almost there. It won't take long and it won't
hurt," he said. "You do want this baby, don't you?" He
knew which buttons to press. Jenny realised she'd have
to comply and she rode his cock for a few minutes
before he exploded in her. She had not been impressed.
The third night was the beginning of her really fertile
spell and Andy got there a little earlier than usual.
He'd told them that if they wanted, they could try a
couple of times and this may increase their chances of
success. Jenny was not sure but her husband talked her
into it and by 6.30 in the evening, Andy and Jenny were
on the bed together.
Tonight, Andy had stripped off completely, his anchor
tattoo on his right shoulder looking a little out of
place with his skinny arms. Jenny wore her "frumpy"
outfit and, again, when Andy said he was almost there,
Jenny straddled across him. This time, Andy helped her
by putting the skirt over their laps, purposely lifting
the skirt higher than it needed to be and he caught a
sight of her bush. Like the rest of her, it was tidy
and neatly trimmed, her lips slightly damp from her own
stimulation and a bit of help from some lubricating
jelly.
She felt embarrassed at first, but remembered that her
husband was not the only guy to have seen her pussy.
Nor had he been the only one to fuck her. In fact her
husband was quite a way down the order.
Andy had again tricked her and he was nowhere near
cumming. He told her it was her fault and she needed to
be a bit more erotic or lustful if she wanted him to
cum and for her to conceive. She was at her most
fertile time, it was too late to vet another potential
donor. She agreed.
"What will make you cum quicker?" she asked. Andy did
not reply, he just reached up and grabbed a handful of
her tit.
"Take off your top," he ordered. "I want to see your
tits. That'll make me cum," he said. Jenny knew she had
little choice and so she slowly and sexily pulled off
her top. Andy's hands were all over her bra covered
tits and he massaged them with some vigour. Jenny
winced so Andy slowed the pace and strength of his
grasping.
Strangely, even though she did not fancy him, she'd
aroused herself enough to be wet enough to accommodate
his average size cock, and as he'd been massaging her
tits, her nipples had become erect. She was being
turned on. Andy was getting her aroused.
She started to ride his cock and she leaned back, his
hands still on her tits. She reached down and tickled
his balls and he squirmed, almost instantly filling her
cunt with his sperm.
She dismounted and took up the knees in the air stance,
allowing his sperm to flow as deep into her as it
could. He was breathing heavily and she was pretty
aroused too.
Twenty minutes later, he suggested they do it again but
to ensure the sperm already in her could not escape,
she should lie on her back with a pillow under her
bottom. She wanted to protest but Andy had already
placed a pillow under her and had lifted up her skirt
to see her bare pussy. He took in the loveliness of her
legs. Legs like those should be exhibited, not kept
hidden under long skirts.
Jenny tried to cover herself but Andy had buried his
head between her legs, his tongue and fingers probing
at her, licking her clitoris, his fingers exploring her
insides looking for the elusive G spot. To this day,
he'd never found it but he'd had a darn good try and
lots of fun in the process.
Jenny squirmed in denial, not wanting to feel turned
on. She felt at first as though she was being ****d,
but the licking of her pussy soon had her writhing in
pleasure and she found her self lost in her own world.
"Tease my pussy," she'd whispered inadvertently and
Andy readily complied. With his mouth still on her
pussy, he raised his hands to her breasts and fondled
her. He moved his hands to her side and momentarily
removed his mouth from her pussy whilst he unclasped
her bra, removing it swiftly and throwing it somewhere
towards the bathroom. His face returned to her pussy,
his hands groping wildly at her tits, her nipples
swelling with excitement. She could feel a climax
building and she wanted it to stop but not stop.
Confused, all she could do was lie back and enjoy.
"Lick me, suck my clit," she whispered, not wanting to
be too loud yet not wanting to hold back. Andy again
complied. Her back arched and she held her breath as
the orgasm swept through her.
Her mind all over the place, she was unaware of Andy
crawling over her body and entering her, nestling into
her neck, kissing her. His average sized cock buried
deep inside her, his movements becoming faster, more
urgent, his breath became more laboured as he fucked
her. Jenny responded mostly out of reflex, raising her
hips into his as he thrust in and out of her, her pussy
meeting the trust of his cock, in unison.
Again, he bathed her cervix in his baby gravy and he
withdrew, panting heavily.
Jenny felt totally used but she was reluctant for him
to stop. She so desperately wanted this pregnancy. Andy
dressed and left without speaking. He looked at her
before he left and she saw something in his eyes that
she did not like the look of.
The following evening was Sunday and, again, Andy
arrived early. Jenny had not told her husband of Andy's
lack of respect for her and her rules. She kept the
secret which added to the stress and burden. She
gritted her teeth, aware that she was at the height of
her fertile time and needed to have as much possibility
of getting pregnant as she could, she would have to
comply with his wishes.
Andy waited until he saw the husband go to the bar
before knocking on Jenny's hotel room door. She opened
the door and she was again in her "frumpy" outfit.
"You can get that lot off for a start," Andy ordered.
Jenny shook her head. He called her bluff by heading
for the door.
"OK, OK," she agreed, reluctantly.
"Good," he said. "From now on, it's on my terms, you
understand?" Jenny glared at him.
"OK," she eventually said.
"Tell me. You want to get pregnant, right?" Andy asked.
Jenny nodded.
"And this is your most fertile time, right?" Again
Jenny nodded.
"And you need as much sperm in your tight little pussy
as you can get, right?"
"Yes," she said.
"Right then," he said and started tapping away on his
mobile. Text sent, he turned back to face her.
"Why are you still fully dressed?" he asked abruptly.
She stood there looking into his eyes but saw no
compassion.
"Do I have to do it myself?" he asked, and went to walk
over to her. Jenny flinched and began to take off her
top. "That's better" he said, returning to his mobile
to read the incoming text message. Jenny had stripped
to her underwear when there was a tap on the door. She
looked up in fear. Her hubby had come back. What would
he say? Andy opened the door and let 3 strangers into
the room, all male and judging by their accents, all
locals. They all knew each other and Andy shook their
hands one by one.
"She's a right pretty one," said one of the blokes, a
short dumpy guy with spectacles.
"Nice arse!" said the second guy. The third guy just
gawped in the way creeps do. Jenny shuddered. She'd
guessed Andy's plan and as the thoughts struck, Andy
confirmed her worst fears.
"Just to make sure you do get pregnant, I brought some
reinforcements," he said, "And you'd better not
disappoint us or else things might get unpleasant."
Jenny began to cry, she had not planned for her eggs to
be fertilised by scum, she had wanted at least a half
decent bloke to father her first c***d.
"Turning on the waterworks won't work, darlin'" Andy
said. He turned to his mates and said "Who wants to get
her bra off?" The short dumpy guy advanced on her, his
eyes as wide as saucers. Jenny's vision was bleary due
to her tears, but she knew which one it was and what to
expect. His rough hands grabbed her tits roughly and
she screamed in agony.
He reached around before her and unclipped her bra,
throwing it to the creepy guy before returning to her
ample bust and sucking on her nipple, fondling the
other. Jenny tried to block out the experience but the
creepy guy, who had been sniffing her bra suddenly
dropped his strides and pants and rubbed her underwear
along the length of his erection.
The second guy produced a Swiss army knife and used the
blade to slice through the elastic of her briefs,
revealing her nakedness to them all. Within seconds,
they were all naked, clothes being flung in all
directions.
They laid her on the bed and, without any foreplay, the
dumpy one had pushed the head of his short fat cock
into the opening of her pussy. She was not fully
lubricated and certainly not aroused and she again
squealed in pain.
"Shut it, you whore," the dumpy one said. No one used
names, and this further disorientated her. The use of
dirty talk made the creepy one rub himself quicker. He
had repossessed the remains of her briefs and had been
licking the inner liner of the panties where her pussy
would have been. The second guy had forced his dick
into Jenny's unwilling mouth. She was OK with oral but
she hated deep throat and she guessed what the guy
wanted.
Luckily she anticipated what was to happen, she took a
deep breath as the cock was pushed deep into the roof
of her mouth, the actions bringing her close to
vomiting.
The dumpy one was fucking her hard, his hands on her
tits as she laid on her back, trying to draw breath
when the cock in her mouth permitted. She was pleased
when dumpy was getting close to dumping his load in
her.
"Shit, babe. I'm gonna cum inside you, you dirty
fucking whore. It's going to be my baby," he laughed at
her as he shot his load deep inside her, his squeezing
of her breasts becoming more vicious as he came. Creepy
was on his knees watching dumpy deposit his seed in
their prey. Dumpy moved to allow Andy to take over, the
second guy content with the sensation of being in
Jenny's mouth.
"Come to daddy," Andy whispered, as if this going to
arouse her or make her more willing. She could barely
see with the tears in her eyes and could barely breath
with the abuse of her throat. Andy entered her and she
knew it was him, having experienced his cock before,
and his sexual prowess. His idea of a good fuck was
hard and fast, no time for niceties.
Time seemed to drag until Andy reached his crescendo
and emptied his sack in her waiting pussy. Dumpy was
watching from the side, still fondling one of her tits.
"Maybe it'll be twins," he laughed, "One scabby
Northern fucker and one filthy son of a bitch." Creepy
looked up from his viewing position and smiled. Dumpy
looked at creepy.
"Maybe, if it's triplets, one'll be a pervert, too!"
Dumpy added. Jenny's body trembled at the thought and
this vibration and movement added to Andy's pleasure.
"Go for it, you dirty slut. You whore. You must be a
slut to allow strange men to fuck you just so you can
get pregnant," he said, almost with bitterness. Creepy
stood up, his dick in his hand and he whispered into
Andy's ear. Andy stood back.
"Your need is greater than mine," he said and he
withdrew, allowing creep to lay on top of her. His
dick, about the same size as her husbands (a measly 5
inches) entered her and she might not even have known
he was present had it not been for the fact he was
biting her nipples. The second guy who was still in her
mouth was stopping her from screaming and she writhed
in pain, the movement causing creepy to reach climax
and he ejaculated in her, his teeth now drawing blood.
He sucked at the nipple, tasting the blood at the same
time. He looked up at the others looking like Count
Dracula.
"It's like going down on a tart when she's having her
period," he smiled, his accent also local. The others
laughed. Andy resumed his position and fucked her, hard
and fast, dumpy caressing her blood stained tit. Andy
came and at last, guy two removed his cock from her
mouth. Jenny gasped for breath before she felt him
penetrate her pussy. Given the fact she'd had him in
her mouth for ages, he took an immense amount of time
to reach his climax and, when he did, he spurted for
what seemed an eternity.
By this time, of course, the others had recovered and
were ready for a second turn. Creepy left love bites
all over her neck, Dumpy made a point of fucking her up
the arse, pulling out just before climax to cum in her
pussy. Guy two made her lick his cock until he was hard
again, then he fucked her. Andy had seconds as well,
his talk was dirty which gave creepy the time of his
life.
It was about 4 hours before the guys dressed and left,
creepy ensuring he kept the mommento of her bra and
briefs, using one of the bra cups to catch some of the
semen that was leaking out of her which he then spread
all over his face.
Jenny lay on the bed, shell shocked and sore all over,
the wound on her breast starting to clot. The last
thing she heard was Andy saying, "See you tomorrow for
more of the same."
She showered and dressed for bed and when her husband
returned, she kept the light off and told him she was
tired and wanted to go to sleep.
She made sure she wore a high necked pullover the next
day to try to hide the love bites that she'd acquired.
She'd pleaded with her husband to take them home, that
she didn't want to do this anymore. He was having none
of it, he told her that they'd come this far and they
couldn't quit. He, like her, wanted the baby as much as
she did.
Unable to convince him, she went back to the room to
pack. There was a rap on the door and she opened it,
expecting to see her husband.
Andy pushed the door as soon as she'd opened it.
"Stop it. My husband will be back any minute and we're
going home," she uttered.
"I don't think so," Andy said. "You see, two of my lads
have taken him greyhound racing for the day. My little
treat" he smiled, his eyes looked evil.
"Besides, I'm a professional and I promised to ensure
you left here pregnant," he grinned. She heard the door
creek and behind him she saw more strangers, maybe half
a dozen this time and all of them were black men. One
looked like Mr. T out of the A team, he was so big.
Jenny went to cry out loud but Andy grabbed her with
his strong arms and clasped a hand over her mouth.
"If you don't cooperate, I can always ring my buddies,"
he smirked. "You wouldn't want your dear husband to
have a fatal accident on the way back from the race
track, would you?"
Jenny gulped. She relaxed and Andy released his grip on
her.
"Now we can do this the easy way of the hard way. Which
would you prefer?" he asked. She looked at the line of
eager black studs waiting to have their way with her.
"Please can you promise me no biting this time?" she
asked. Andy smiled.
"No biting," he affirmed. "But my friends will take you
in what ever perverted way they wish" he added. There
was a short pause.
"But they will come in your pussy," he said. She looked
at Andy incredulously.
"But they're black!" she stated. The black men all
laughed.
"There's nothing wrong with your eyesight, is there,"
Andy laughed.
"But I don't want a black baby," she said. Andy's smile
melted instantly.
"You just said you wanted me to get you pregnant," he
said. "You never said any preference about colour."
"Yeah, are you prejudice, you white whore," one of the
black men shouted. Jenny was now very frightened.
"No, I'm not prejudiced, it's just that how can I pass
off a black..."
"That ain't my problem, bitch!" Andy spat. "Now get
those fucking clothes off before I get angry"
"Yeah, and before I get frustrated" said the bloke who
looked like Mr. T.
Jenny removed her sweater and skirt, then peeled off
her underwear. It was pointless trying to resist.
She lay on the bed, fluffing up a pillow behind her
head. If she was going to be ****d, she may as well be
comfortable.
She'd not noticed the black guys stripping off but they
were ready for action by the time she'd got her pillows
comfy. Prepared for the frenzy she'd endured yesterday,
these guys were more serene. The first black guy was a
tall muscular lad, shaved head and a gold crucifix
around his neck, started licking her pussy. His long
muscular tongue was touching her in such a way, she
started to feel aroused.
A second guy, who was sporting a baseball cap on
backwards, was sat beside her and he was gently
caressing her breasts, gently tweaking the nipples,
licking her tits and giving her some erotic
stimulation. Jenny's breath deepened in pleasure as
these two black studs aroused her.
A third guy knelt on her other side and took her hand.
He placed her hand on his erection. At first, she
recoiled but was encouraged to hold it. She didn't want
rough stuff again, so she held his cock, feeling the
pulse within. She could not see the cock because the
head sucking her tits was in the way, but it felt very
substantial, not just long but thick, too. She'd heard
that black guys were well hung but she'd never
experienced one. This would soon change.
Her pleasure rose and soon, she felt the first wave of
orgasm approaching. Christ, she hadn't had an orgasm
with anyone but her husband since they've been married.
She couldn't help herself and she felt the orgasm hit
then dissipate like a wave hitting the shore.
She moaned in delight as the first guy replaced his
tongue with his cock. She'd had some monster cocks
before she was married but this was huge. After the
pounding she'd taken yesterday, this guy's cock slid in
gently and smoothly, but purpose and grace. She
couldn't help herself and she raised her hips to meet
his, unaware of the movement elsewhere in the room.
The Mr. T lookalike had briefly left the room and
returned with a case containing a tripod and a digital
camcorder. He was now filming the action. Jenny was
blissfully unaware at this time.
"Ooh, that's nice," she whispered as the guy fucking
her built up a rhythm, her hand masturbating the cock
she held at the same pace.
"You like it like this?" the guy asked.
"Ooh yes," Jenny replied.
"Tell me what you like," he said. Her eyes were closed
in delight.
"Being fucked," she replied.
"You like my black meat?"
"Ooh yeah. I love your black meat," she responded, and
she was genuine. She was enjoying this.
"You want your black man's meat to fuck you, yeah?" he
enquired, building up his pace. "'Cos I'm gonna fuck
you, sweet mama. I'm gonna fuck you and make you
pregnant," he said.
"I don't care," she said. "Just fuck me."
"You want a black baby, you white bitch?" another black
voice said.
"Don't care," she repeated. "Just want to be fucked."
"How do you want to be fucked?" said the same black
voice.
"Like a slut. Fuck me like a dirty little slut," she
said, her voice calm, her breathing rapid and her
orgasm approaching.
"You want us all to fuck you?" said the Mr. T character
from behind the camera.
"Ooh yes," she responded. "I'll be your little white
slut as long as you've all got big cocks and can fuck
me like this guy" she said, opening her eyes. It was
then she caught a glimpse of the camcorder behind her
first black lover.
"What's going on?" she asked in panic. The guy sucking
her tits pushed her back down.
"It's OK mama," he said, "Be cool. We just wanna
remember you, that's all."
"Yeah, it's not every day we get to gang bang a horny
white slut and she's begging for it," said another
voice.
Her panic was suddenly over ridden by her second orgasm
and this brought with it, her first lover's climax. For
the first time ever, Jenny felt a black man's sperm
flow into her unprotected womb, at the height of her
fertile time.
The space in her pussy was vacated and replaced with a
second black guy, this one wearing a gold star of David
(Surely he's not Jewish, she thought to herself) and he
waved his circumcised cock in front of her, brushing it
through her pubic hair before plunging it deep into her
waiting cunt.
He was also large and as he entered her, she moaned out
loud again. The very act of his penetration was sending
her into her next orgasm and he'd barely even begun.
"Fuck me deeper," she ordered, unable to control
herself now.
"White whore," the guy said as he pounded his meat into
her.
"Black fucker," she said. "You're my black fucker."
"You'd better believe it, white bitch" he said, forcing
his enormous black cock in and out of her moist pussy.
Jenny's breathing increased in rate as she approached
another of many orgasms she was to have that day.
They writhed and cursed each other as the copulated,
eventually receiving his seed but only after he'd given
her four more orgasms. And still the camera kept on
rolling.
Another 4 hours later, the camera had been packed up,
clothes donned and she was left satisfied. She rested
for a while, feeling different inside. Could she be
pregnant already?
Her husband returned later and they talked. He asked if
she still wanted to go home. Andy had promised that the
black guys could come back tomorrow (with the
camcorder, of course) and she'd happily accepted that.
Andy had not fucked her at all that night, only the
black men. All 6 of them, including the one she called
Mr. T. His dick was every bit as big as she'd imagined
it. More surprising to her was that she'd been able to
accommodate him and with some comfort.
She'd agree to stay. Not to get pregnant, but for the
black cock she was looking forward to.
"What if the baby is not what you expected?" she asked
her husband.
"How do you mean?" he replied.
"Well, if there was something wrong with it. Would you
still love it?" she asked. He reached over and held her
hand.
"Of course I would. Any baby that you produce, you're
its mother and I love you, so why wouldn't I love the
baby?"
Jenny smiled. "Are you sure?"
"Positive," he replied, smiling back.
"Irrespective what the baby looks like?"
"Irrespective," he replied. Jenny wondered. Would he
still love her if he knew she'd been fucked by a black
man? Or several black men? Or several black men several
times? Or if he knew she loved being fucked by several
black men simultaneously? What if they had a black
baby? He'd know she'd been slut but would he know she'd
been a willing slut? No one need know. Hopefully, he'd
never see the video footage of her screaming for more
black cock.
They'd never find us, she thought to her self. Jenny
and her husband were anonymous in this part of the
country. No one knew their names, their address, their
car registration number. Maybe she was safe. Maybe.
Unless, of course, the video footage that had been
taken should ever came to light on the internet. But
no-one would do that. Would they?
been calmed by the act of marriage and her husband had
shown her the benefits of monogamy. She was content
with her standard semi in her standard suburb with her
standard husband on a standard salary. But she yearned
for a family.
Her husband, who had been married before, had other
views. His divorce had been particularly fraught and he
had taken the initiative to have a vasectomy. After
marrying Jenny, however, his heart melted and the
decision to start a family was made. Trouble was, hubby
was incapable.
They'd been married for a couple of years and all the
wild oats she'd sown previously should have left her
fairly open minded. She had grown more introvert,
however, opting for less glamorous clothing and less
adventurous life style. Sure, Jenny and her hubby had
good times but not as wild as they once were. Being
married often lead to mundane sex between partners and
Jenny and her husband were certainly no exception.
They'd been to see the doctor who told them that the
reversal was possible but there was no guarantee it
would be successful. They then enquired about
artificial insemination and the costs involved. Hubby
was on a good salary but not that good, middle managers
were ten a penny in their part of the world.
To overcome her tears, they explored alternative
options for conception and it was eventually his idea
that the conception should happen naturally. After all,
it was God's way, he told her but she was less than
convinced.
Given the cost and the timescale of artificial
insemination, she reluctantly agreed to a "live" donor
and they scoured the internet. Ads were placed and
clubs approached for potential candidates. She had been
offered the possibility of choosing some one she
already knew or who she may have been intimate with
previously. She did not want that, her embarrassment
would have made it impossible for her. Besides, it was
a personal problem between the two of them. They would
find a candidate who was not local, who fitted the bill
and who they felt they could trust.
It took them weeks to collate information, check out
photos, speak on the phone and they even met a couple
of them before she opted for one. His name was Andrew
and he lived a 3 hour drive away up in the North. He
was young, had a reasonable level of education and was
happy to oblige. He was tall and lanky, skinny bum and
not the best of looking guys, but it was the best they
could find and she opted for Andy.
They had researched the fertility guide lines and had
worked out Jenny's most fertile fortnight. They had
booked the time off work and travelled by train,
checking into the hotel using false names and paying in
cash. They did not wish to be traced at a later date by
some guy trying to gain access to his c***d. If she
fell pregnant, it would be hers and her husbands.
That's what the world would be led to believe.
They checked in and had dinner, Andy joined them part
way through. They laughed and joked and got to know
each other. They'd met before and Jenny had been
accepting of the idea of having this man's semen inside
her.
After dinner, they went to their room and Jenny
explained the rules.
"We lie on the bed and you get yourself to the point of
ejaculation" she said in a clinical manner, "I'll get
myself aroused and when you're ready to cum, you tell
me. Then I'll lower myself on to you until you cum and
then I'll climb off" Andy looked a little miffed at the
idea. Guessing his next question, she answered him
firmly.
"No kissing, no peeking and no touching" she said. The
lady had spoken. Andy agreed initially but he had a
plan.
Tonight was a couple of nights before the beginning of
her really fertile spell and the idea was that tonight
would be a test, to make sure they were both
comfortable with the idea. Andy was to come over every
evening after his work and provide her with the
necessary and, over the weekend, which was to be her
most fertile spell, he would visit her two or three
times. They all agreed and shook hands.
To save her embarrassment, her husband was encouraged
to be in the bar whilst they were conceiving and,
reluctantly, he agreed. He wanted to be with his wife
when their baby was conceived but he understood her
concerns and respected her wishes.
The first night went according to plan with Andy
beating his meat on the bed, his trousers and pants
folded neatly at the foot of the bed. He unashamedly
masturbated himself, looking at Jenny as he did. She
wore a loose fitting top which hid her curvaceous bust,
and a long skirt. Her fingers were buried under her
skirt and Andy could barely see her knee, let alone her
thigh. Eventually, he breathed heavily and said he was
about ready.
Jenny knelt on the bed and straddled his hips, her long
flowing skirt covered his lap and she buried her hand
under her skirt and grabbed his throbbing cock. She
lowered herself on to him and the action of doing so
sent Andy in to orgasm and he ejaculated inside her. He
tried to thrust it a couple of times after he'd come
but Jenny was already removing herself from his manhood
and lying down, knees bent and skirt covering her
modesty.
Andy had come but it had hardly been exciting for him.
All that would change.
The next night, the format was similar and Jenny had
been wearing the same clothes, what Andy called her
frumpy outfit. He pestered her to touch him or for him
to touch her but she refused. Eventually, he told her
he was cumming and she mounted him in the same way she
had done so the previous evening. She lowered herself
on to him, expecting the spurt from his dick and the
groan from his throat. Nothing happened.
"I thought you were cumming?" she said.
"I'm nearly there," Andy said. "Ride me a bit."
"No," she said flatly.
"I'm almost there. It won't take long and it won't
hurt," he said. "You do want this baby, don't you?" He
knew which buttons to press. Jenny realised she'd have
to comply and she rode his cock for a few minutes
before he exploded in her. She had not been impressed.
The third night was the beginning of her really fertile
spell and Andy got there a little earlier than usual.
He'd told them that if they wanted, they could try a
couple of times and this may increase their chances of
success. Jenny was not sure but her husband talked her
into it and by 6.30 in the evening, Andy and Jenny were
on the bed together.
Tonight, Andy had stripped off completely, his anchor
tattoo on his right shoulder looking a little out of
place with his skinny arms. Jenny wore her "frumpy"
outfit and, again, when Andy said he was almost there,
Jenny straddled across him. This time, Andy helped her
by putting the skirt over their laps, purposely lifting
the skirt higher than it needed to be and he caught a
sight of her bush. Like the rest of her, it was tidy
and neatly trimmed, her lips slightly damp from her own
stimulation and a bit of help from some lubricating
jelly.
She felt embarrassed at first, but remembered that her
husband was not the only guy to have seen her pussy.
Nor had he been the only one to fuck her. In fact her
husband was quite a way down the order.
Andy had again tricked her and he was nowhere near
cumming. He told her it was her fault and she needed to
be a bit more erotic or lustful if she wanted him to
cum and for her to conceive. She was at her most
fertile time, it was too late to vet another potential
donor. She agreed.
"What will make you cum quicker?" she asked. Andy did
not reply, he just reached up and grabbed a handful of
her tit.
"Take off your top," he ordered. "I want to see your
tits. That'll make me cum," he said. Jenny knew she had
little choice and so she slowly and sexily pulled off
her top. Andy's hands were all over her bra covered
tits and he massaged them with some vigour. Jenny
winced so Andy slowed the pace and strength of his
grasping.
Strangely, even though she did not fancy him, she'd
aroused herself enough to be wet enough to accommodate
his average size cock, and as he'd been massaging her
tits, her nipples had become erect. She was being
turned on. Andy was getting her aroused.
She started to ride his cock and she leaned back, his
hands still on her tits. She reached down and tickled
his balls and he squirmed, almost instantly filling her
cunt with his sperm.
She dismounted and took up the knees in the air stance,
allowing his sperm to flow as deep into her as it
could. He was breathing heavily and she was pretty
aroused too.
Twenty minutes later, he suggested they do it again but
to ensure the sperm already in her could not escape,
she should lie on her back with a pillow under her
bottom. She wanted to protest but Andy had already
placed a pillow under her and had lifted up her skirt
to see her bare pussy. He took in the loveliness of her
legs. Legs like those should be exhibited, not kept
hidden under long skirts.
Jenny tried to cover herself but Andy had buried his
head between her legs, his tongue and fingers probing
at her, licking her clitoris, his fingers exploring her
insides looking for the elusive G spot. To this day,
he'd never found it but he'd had a darn good try and
lots of fun in the process.
Jenny squirmed in denial, not wanting to feel turned
on. She felt at first as though she was being ****d,
but the licking of her pussy soon had her writhing in
pleasure and she found her self lost in her own world.
"Tease my pussy," she'd whispered inadvertently and
Andy readily complied. With his mouth still on her
pussy, he raised his hands to her breasts and fondled
her. He moved his hands to her side and momentarily
removed his mouth from her pussy whilst he unclasped
her bra, removing it swiftly and throwing it somewhere
towards the bathroom. His face returned to her pussy,
his hands groping wildly at her tits, her nipples
swelling with excitement. She could feel a climax
building and she wanted it to stop but not stop.
Confused, all she could do was lie back and enjoy.
"Lick me, suck my clit," she whispered, not wanting to
be too loud yet not wanting to hold back. Andy again
complied. Her back arched and she held her breath as
the orgasm swept through her.
Her mind all over the place, she was unaware of Andy
crawling over her body and entering her, nestling into
her neck, kissing her. His average sized cock buried
deep inside her, his movements becoming faster, more
urgent, his breath became more laboured as he fucked
her. Jenny responded mostly out of reflex, raising her
hips into his as he thrust in and out of her, her pussy
meeting the trust of his cock, in unison.
Again, he bathed her cervix in his baby gravy and he
withdrew, panting heavily.
Jenny felt totally used but she was reluctant for him
to stop. She so desperately wanted this pregnancy. Andy
dressed and left without speaking. He looked at her
before he left and she saw something in his eyes that
she did not like the look of.
The following evening was Sunday and, again, Andy
arrived early. Jenny had not told her husband of Andy's
lack of respect for her and her rules. She kept the
secret which added to the stress and burden. She
gritted her teeth, aware that she was at the height of
her fertile time and needed to have as much possibility
of getting pregnant as she could, she would have to
comply with his wishes.
Andy waited until he saw the husband go to the bar
before knocking on Jenny's hotel room door. She opened
the door and she was again in her "frumpy" outfit.
"You can get that lot off for a start," Andy ordered.
Jenny shook her head. He called her bluff by heading
for the door.
"OK, OK," she agreed, reluctantly.
"Good," he said. "From now on, it's on my terms, you
understand?" Jenny glared at him.
"OK," she eventually said.
"Tell me. You want to get pregnant, right?" Andy asked.
Jenny nodded.
"And this is your most fertile time, right?" Again
Jenny nodded.
"And you need as much sperm in your tight little pussy
as you can get, right?"
"Yes," she said.
"Right then," he said and started tapping away on his
mobile. Text sent, he turned back to face her.
"Why are you still fully dressed?" he asked abruptly.
She stood there looking into his eyes but saw no
compassion.
"Do I have to do it myself?" he asked, and went to walk
over to her. Jenny flinched and began to take off her
top. "That's better" he said, returning to his mobile
to read the incoming text message. Jenny had stripped
to her underwear when there was a tap on the door. She
looked up in fear. Her hubby had come back. What would
he say? Andy opened the door and let 3 strangers into
the room, all male and judging by their accents, all
locals. They all knew each other and Andy shook their
hands one by one.
"She's a right pretty one," said one of the blokes, a
short dumpy guy with spectacles.
"Nice arse!" said the second guy. The third guy just
gawped in the way creeps do. Jenny shuddered. She'd
guessed Andy's plan and as the thoughts struck, Andy
confirmed her worst fears.
"Just to make sure you do get pregnant, I brought some
reinforcements," he said, "And you'd better not
disappoint us or else things might get unpleasant."
Jenny began to cry, she had not planned for her eggs to
be fertilised by scum, she had wanted at least a half
decent bloke to father her first c***d.
"Turning on the waterworks won't work, darlin'" Andy
said. He turned to his mates and said "Who wants to get
her bra off?" The short dumpy guy advanced on her, his
eyes as wide as saucers. Jenny's vision was bleary due
to her tears, but she knew which one it was and what to
expect. His rough hands grabbed her tits roughly and
she screamed in agony.
He reached around before her and unclipped her bra,
throwing it to the creepy guy before returning to her
ample bust and sucking on her nipple, fondling the
other. Jenny tried to block out the experience but the
creepy guy, who had been sniffing her bra suddenly
dropped his strides and pants and rubbed her underwear
along the length of his erection.
The second guy produced a Swiss army knife and used the
blade to slice through the elastic of her briefs,
revealing her nakedness to them all. Within seconds,
they were all naked, clothes being flung in all
directions.
They laid her on the bed and, without any foreplay, the
dumpy one had pushed the head of his short fat cock
into the opening of her pussy. She was not fully
lubricated and certainly not aroused and she again
squealed in pain.
"Shut it, you whore," the dumpy one said. No one used
names, and this further disorientated her. The use of
dirty talk made the creepy one rub himself quicker. He
had repossessed the remains of her briefs and had been
licking the inner liner of the panties where her pussy
would have been. The second guy had forced his dick
into Jenny's unwilling mouth. She was OK with oral but
she hated deep throat and she guessed what the guy
wanted.
Luckily she anticipated what was to happen, she took a
deep breath as the cock was pushed deep into the roof
of her mouth, the actions bringing her close to
vomiting.
The dumpy one was fucking her hard, his hands on her
tits as she laid on her back, trying to draw breath
when the cock in her mouth permitted. She was pleased
when dumpy was getting close to dumping his load in
her.
"Shit, babe. I'm gonna cum inside you, you dirty
fucking whore. It's going to be my baby," he laughed at
her as he shot his load deep inside her, his squeezing
of her breasts becoming more vicious as he came. Creepy
was on his knees watching dumpy deposit his seed in
their prey. Dumpy moved to allow Andy to take over, the
second guy content with the sensation of being in
Jenny's mouth.
"Come to daddy," Andy whispered, as if this going to
arouse her or make her more willing. She could barely
see with the tears in her eyes and could barely breath
with the abuse of her throat. Andy entered her and she
knew it was him, having experienced his cock before,
and his sexual prowess. His idea of a good fuck was
hard and fast, no time for niceties.
Time seemed to drag until Andy reached his crescendo
and emptied his sack in her waiting pussy. Dumpy was
watching from the side, still fondling one of her tits.
"Maybe it'll be twins," he laughed, "One scabby
Northern fucker and one filthy son of a bitch." Creepy
looked up from his viewing position and smiled. Dumpy
looked at creepy.
"Maybe, if it's triplets, one'll be a pervert, too!"
Dumpy added. Jenny's body trembled at the thought and
this vibration and movement added to Andy's pleasure.
"Go for it, you dirty slut. You whore. You must be a
slut to allow strange men to fuck you just so you can
get pregnant," he said, almost with bitterness. Creepy
stood up, his dick in his hand and he whispered into
Andy's ear. Andy stood back.
"Your need is greater than mine," he said and he
withdrew, allowing creep to lay on top of her. His
dick, about the same size as her husbands (a measly 5
inches) entered her and she might not even have known
he was present had it not been for the fact he was
biting her nipples. The second guy who was still in her
mouth was stopping her from screaming and she writhed
in pain, the movement causing creepy to reach climax
and he ejaculated in her, his teeth now drawing blood.
He sucked at the nipple, tasting the blood at the same
time. He looked up at the others looking like Count
Dracula.
"It's like going down on a tart when she's having her
period," he smiled, his accent also local. The others
laughed. Andy resumed his position and fucked her, hard
and fast, dumpy caressing her blood stained tit. Andy
came and at last, guy two removed his cock from her
mouth. Jenny gasped for breath before she felt him
penetrate her pussy. Given the fact she'd had him in
her mouth for ages, he took an immense amount of time
to reach his climax and, when he did, he spurted for
what seemed an eternity.
By this time, of course, the others had recovered and
were ready for a second turn. Creepy left love bites
all over her neck, Dumpy made a point of fucking her up
the arse, pulling out just before climax to cum in her
pussy. Guy two made her lick his cock until he was hard
again, then he fucked her. Andy had seconds as well,
his talk was dirty which gave creepy the time of his
life.
It was about 4 hours before the guys dressed and left,
creepy ensuring he kept the mommento of her bra and
briefs, using one of the bra cups to catch some of the
semen that was leaking out of her which he then spread
all over his face.
Jenny lay on the bed, shell shocked and sore all over,
the wound on her breast starting to clot. The last
thing she heard was Andy saying, "See you tomorrow for
more of the same."
She showered and dressed for bed and when her husband
returned, she kept the light off and told him she was
tired and wanted to go to sleep.
She made sure she wore a high necked pullover the next
day to try to hide the love bites that she'd acquired.
She'd pleaded with her husband to take them home, that
she didn't want to do this anymore. He was having none
of it, he told her that they'd come this far and they
couldn't quit. He, like her, wanted the baby as much as
she did.
Unable to convince him, she went back to the room to
pack. There was a rap on the door and she opened it,
expecting to see her husband.
Andy pushed the door as soon as she'd opened it.
"Stop it. My husband will be back any minute and we're
going home," she uttered.
"I don't think so," Andy said. "You see, two of my lads
have taken him greyhound racing for the day. My little
treat" he smiled, his eyes looked evil.
"Besides, I'm a professional and I promised to ensure
you left here pregnant," he grinned. She heard the door
creek and behind him she saw more strangers, maybe half
a dozen this time and all of them were black men. One
looked like Mr. T out of the A team, he was so big.
Jenny went to cry out loud but Andy grabbed her with
his strong arms and clasped a hand over her mouth.
"If you don't cooperate, I can always ring my buddies,"
he smirked. "You wouldn't want your dear husband to
have a fatal accident on the way back from the race
track, would you?"
Jenny gulped. She relaxed and Andy released his grip on
her.
"Now we can do this the easy way of the hard way. Which
would you prefer?" he asked. She looked at the line of
eager black studs waiting to have their way with her.
"Please can you promise me no biting this time?" she
asked. Andy smiled.
"No biting," he affirmed. "But my friends will take you
in what ever perverted way they wish" he added. There
was a short pause.
"But they will come in your pussy," he said. She looked
at Andy incredulously.
"But they're black!" she stated. The black men all
laughed.
"There's nothing wrong with your eyesight, is there,"
Andy laughed.
"But I don't want a black baby," she said. Andy's smile
melted instantly.
"You just said you wanted me to get you pregnant," he
said. "You never said any preference about colour."
"Yeah, are you prejudice, you white whore," one of the
black men shouted. Jenny was now very frightened.
"No, I'm not prejudiced, it's just that how can I pass
off a black..."
"That ain't my problem, bitch!" Andy spat. "Now get
those fucking clothes off before I get angry"
"Yeah, and before I get frustrated" said the bloke who
looked like Mr. T.
Jenny removed her sweater and skirt, then peeled off
her underwear. It was pointless trying to resist.
She lay on the bed, fluffing up a pillow behind her
head. If she was going to be ****d, she may as well be
comfortable.
She'd not noticed the black guys stripping off but they
were ready for action by the time she'd got her pillows
comfy. Prepared for the frenzy she'd endured yesterday,
these guys were more serene. The first black guy was a
tall muscular lad, shaved head and a gold crucifix
around his neck, started licking her pussy. His long
muscular tongue was touching her in such a way, she
started to feel aroused.
A second guy, who was sporting a baseball cap on
backwards, was sat beside her and he was gently
caressing her breasts, gently tweaking the nipples,
licking her tits and giving her some erotic
stimulation. Jenny's breath deepened in pleasure as
these two black studs aroused her.
A third guy knelt on her other side and took her hand.
He placed her hand on his erection. At first, she
recoiled but was encouraged to hold it. She didn't want
rough stuff again, so she held his cock, feeling the
pulse within. She could not see the cock because the
head sucking her tits was in the way, but it felt very
substantial, not just long but thick, too. She'd heard
that black guys were well hung but she'd never
experienced one. This would soon change.
Her pleasure rose and soon, she felt the first wave of
orgasm approaching. Christ, she hadn't had an orgasm
with anyone but her husband since they've been married.
She couldn't help herself and she felt the orgasm hit
then dissipate like a wave hitting the shore.
She moaned in delight as the first guy replaced his
tongue with his cock. She'd had some monster cocks
before she was married but this was huge. After the
pounding she'd taken yesterday, this guy's cock slid in
gently and smoothly, but purpose and grace. She
couldn't help herself and she raised her hips to meet
his, unaware of the movement elsewhere in the room.
The Mr. T lookalike had briefly left the room and
returned with a case containing a tripod and a digital
camcorder. He was now filming the action. Jenny was
blissfully unaware at this time.
"Ooh, that's nice," she whispered as the guy fucking
her built up a rhythm, her hand masturbating the cock
she held at the same pace.
"You like it like this?" the guy asked.
"Ooh yes," Jenny replied.
"Tell me what you like," he said. Her eyes were closed
in delight.
"Being fucked," she replied.
"You like my black meat?"
"Ooh yeah. I love your black meat," she responded, and
she was genuine. She was enjoying this.
"You want your black man's meat to fuck you, yeah?" he
enquired, building up his pace. "'Cos I'm gonna fuck
you, sweet mama. I'm gonna fuck you and make you
pregnant," he said.
"I don't care," she said. "Just fuck me."
"You want a black baby, you white bitch?" another black
voice said.
"Don't care," she repeated. "Just want to be fucked."
"How do you want to be fucked?" said the same black
voice.
"Like a slut. Fuck me like a dirty little slut," she
said, her voice calm, her breathing rapid and her
orgasm approaching.
"You want us all to fuck you?" said the Mr. T character
from behind the camera.
"Ooh yes," she responded. "I'll be your little white
slut as long as you've all got big cocks and can fuck
me like this guy" she said, opening her eyes. It was
then she caught a glimpse of the camcorder behind her
first black lover.
"What's going on?" she asked in panic. The guy sucking
her tits pushed her back down.
"It's OK mama," he said, "Be cool. We just wanna
remember you, that's all."
"Yeah, it's not every day we get to gang bang a horny
white slut and she's begging for it," said another
voice.
Her panic was suddenly over ridden by her second orgasm
and this brought with it, her first lover's climax. For
the first time ever, Jenny felt a black man's sperm
flow into her unprotected womb, at the height of her
fertile time.
The space in her pussy was vacated and replaced with a
second black guy, this one wearing a gold star of David
(Surely he's not Jewish, she thought to herself) and he
waved his circumcised cock in front of her, brushing it
through her pubic hair before plunging it deep into her
waiting cunt.
He was also large and as he entered her, she moaned out
loud again. The very act of his penetration was sending
her into her next orgasm and he'd barely even begun.
"Fuck me deeper," she ordered, unable to control
herself now.
"White whore," the guy said as he pounded his meat into
her.
"Black fucker," she said. "You're my black fucker."
"You'd better believe it, white bitch" he said, forcing
his enormous black cock in and out of her moist pussy.
Jenny's breathing increased in rate as she approached
another of many orgasms she was to have that day.
They writhed and cursed each other as the copulated,
eventually receiving his seed but only after he'd given
her four more orgasms. And still the camera kept on
rolling.
Another 4 hours later, the camera had been packed up,
clothes donned and she was left satisfied. She rested
for a while, feeling different inside. Could she be
pregnant already?
Her husband returned later and they talked. He asked if
she still wanted to go home. Andy had promised that the
black guys could come back tomorrow (with the
camcorder, of course) and she'd happily accepted that.
Andy had not fucked her at all that night, only the
black men. All 6 of them, including the one she called
Mr. T. His dick was every bit as big as she'd imagined
it. More surprising to her was that she'd been able to
accommodate him and with some comfort.
She'd agree to stay. Not to get pregnant, but for the
black cock she was looking forward to.
"What if the baby is not what you expected?" she asked
her husband.
"How do you mean?" he replied.
"Well, if there was something wrong with it. Would you
still love it?" she asked. He reached over and held her
hand.
"Of course I would. Any baby that you produce, you're
its mother and I love you, so why wouldn't I love the
baby?"
Jenny smiled. "Are you sure?"
"Positive," he replied, smiling back.
"Irrespective what the baby looks like?"
"Irrespective," he replied. Jenny wondered. Would he
still love her if he knew she'd been fucked by a black
man? Or several black men? Or several black men several
times? Or if he knew she loved being fucked by several
black men simultaneously? What if they had a black
baby? He'd know she'd been slut but would he know she'd
been a willing slut? No one need know. Hopefully, he'd
never see the video footage of her screaming for more
black cock.
They'd never find us, she thought to her self. Jenny
and her husband were anonymous in this part of the
country. No one knew their names, their address, their
car registration number. Maybe she was safe. Maybe.
Unless, of course, the video footage that had been
taken should ever came to light on the internet. But
no-one would do that. Would they?
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