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Black-and-White "Cheesecake" [Anniversary] Pictures get "XXX-COLORED"
By Leta with mkarl
Mkarl2000@hotmail.com
Story codes:
-obviously by the tacky title, this is an interracial story.
-story is slut-wife, consensual [almost,] slight-reluctance.]
-their is pregnancy imagery and liberal use of the word "Nigger."
WARNING!
Anyone who thinks they may be offended by the content mentioned above or who is
otherwise prohibited by law should read NO further!
Anyone still reading, I bid you hello and hope that you will enjoy this effort
of mine. I want it to be a lot "lighter" than the "mean" stuff I am mostly
doing these days. If this is your first taste of my work or if you have only
seen a story or two of mine before, you may be interested in finding out how to
see more of my work. Or maybe, you dislike my writing enough you feel the urge
to tell me to stop. Whatever the content, all e-mail is welcome to the authors
at...
Leta at willingwhiteslave@hotmail.com or
Mkarl at Mkarl2000@hotmail.com
If writing mkarl please mention which story you are replying to and maybe which
site you saw it posted at, if you would. It makes it so much easier to make a
meaningful reply. I do answer all e-mail and really appreciate anyone who takes
the time to write.
"Leta's" real name is Susan and she may take longer to reply and can't get too
involved with anyone.
Anyhow, on to the story...
[Dedicated to Helen, our cyber-mom]
Helen Jones was a beautiful woman living in a beautiful world. She had a
devoted and loving husband, Michael, two adoring and virtuous children, Jamie
[18] and Angela [15,] and even a great family dog, Bruno [rottweiler.] She was
a former nurse and had spent the past twenty-years in mostly "content"
marriage. On first glance, one would have thought that she would never have
allowed herself to ever end up in so much "trouble!"
The question starts off than, as to just what could ever have ever transpired
to upset such a pretty, little picture.
A student of human behavior might be inclined to stretch back to Helen's
childhood to start presenting the clues as to how anyone could fall given the
right temptations, but for the purpose of staying within the elements of
interest here, let's only go back to the idea that "the Jones"
twentieth-anniversary" was fast approaching, that fateful Wednsday morning when
Helen just happened to see... the "advertisement."
She had already purchased Michael the new fishing pole he had his eyes on, but
as Helen read the flashy full-page spread, she suddenly knew eXXXactly what the
perfect gift for her "lover" would be to celebrate their faithful, lifetime
commitment.
The add promised that "professional" photographers would come right to
"your-home" and take "tasteful cheesecake-style" pictures. Helen had never
considered anything so shocking before, but the idea absolutely "titillated"
the very attractive forty-three year-old brunette bombshell. She had managed to
maintain her looks remarkably well over the past twenty years, but eventually
father-time would catch up to everyone, and the truth was that "Jack" hadn't
been nearly as... frisky the past few months as he had been in years past.
It all made so much sense so quickly to the eXXXcited wife and mother of two,
that she just cursed her luck that she had only seen the advertisement the
day-before-her-anniversary.
After Helen got Michael off to work and the kids on the way to school, the
curvaceous 5"7" big-breasted beauty headed up to take a bath. The truth was
that she needed one. That damn advertisement had "stirred" her up.
As Helen stood before the full-length body-mirror and opened her soft, green,
terry-cloth robe while shrugging her slender shoulders to let the garment drop
to the floor, she looked at herself reflected back to her eyes dressed only in
her simple, white, cotton panties. Her 40C tits looked great! Hell, the hole
damn package was pretty awesome.
Helen turned and posed to admire just how fantastic she had kept herself up for
a forty-three year-old. At 138 pounds, the 40C-28-36 body was in peak fighting
shape... Or was that peak "fucking" shape??? She reached behind her neck to let
loose her ponytail and shook her head to let her long, dark hair flush out and
cascade down over her shoulders. She looked in close to the mirror to eXXXamine
that her face was just as youthful as the rest of her remarkable body. Helen
could easily pass for the twenty-three year-old she was when she married.
The wistful beauty, finally ran her bath and stepped her long, toned legs out
of her panties to step into the water. As was often her morning ritual, she had
made sure to bring "Blackie" to the tub, [Blackie being her huge, plastic
dildo.]
Helen ran the wash-slowly over her big boobs. She loved bubble-baths. She could
just sink back into the suds and loose herself to her fantasies. Usually they
were about Michael. She was a "very" faithful wife after-all. Sometimes, she
did allow herself some other thoughts thou...
On the day before you twentieth-anniversary though, all her thoughts were on
Michael. If only she could have seen that advertisement earlier *S!*
It was nearly ten o"clock when Helen finally stepped from the bath and reached
for the towel to dry her dripping-wet body. She had come twice on "Blackie" but
she still wasn't settled. Wrapping the towel around herself to modestly covered
her Tits AND Ass, Helen walked to her master bedroom which she had shared with
her loving husband these past twenty years. As a proper Texas-bred Protestant,
Helen had "saved" herself for marriage... [almost] She didn't really count it
in the mouth or ass. Still, Helen had been "honest" in white that day nearly
twenty years earlier when she had taken that walk down the aisle and she was
just so proud that in the two decades since, she may have looked [a lot] but
she never touched.
Helen wanted to see if she could still fit in the dress. It had been her
mothers. Helen had been such a beautiful bride. Every woman looked so beautiful
in her wedding dress, and Helen was ecstatic that she fit it as easy as she had
the very first time she tried it on as a thirteen year-old. Of course, she
filled it out a lot better these days.
Helen couldn't help the thought that she was still as pretty as a picture. The
mental thought of the metaphor brought back the advertisement to her focus.
DAMN!
She couldn't believe it as she walked back down the stairway to the kitchen.
Her hands were actually trembling with anticipation as she dialed the number.
A woman answered. Helen's voice was slightly hesitant as she explained she had
seen the advertisement. The woman had seemed so friendly. Quickly it was
learned that Helen was about to have a wedding anniversary the very next day.
Further questions asked if she would be able to pose that afternoon and if she
would be "alone." To Helen's delight, she was told that the pictures could be
taken and processed within twenty-four hours. To satisfy the rush job, the
"studios" best men would be dispatched to "service" Helen's needs.
Men??? They were more like boys. Maybe the oldest one may have been twenty, but
they were so damn youthful looking, that Helen thought they barely looked old
enough to be driving the van they pulled up in. As shocking as their youthful
appearance was to the unsuspecting housewife, her greater concern was that
there was three of the "boys" and they were all BLACK!
Helen wasn't a racist... not a real one. Her daddy had been one and Michael was
too, but as far as Helen was concerned as long as "they" kept to themselves
than she would keep with her own kind too. Sure she had some curiosities. She
had heard the snickered jokes in the girl's rooms about how "big" they all
were. How they only wanted "one" thing. For a time, Helen had fancied the
occasional fantasy, but they had always made her feel "dirty."
Once as a young nurse, she had a "Nigger" patient that she had to give a sponge
bath too. She had almost quit her job, but it was before Michael had begun to
make enough to really live on and as Helen was newly pregnant at the time she
had needed the money. The Nigger had been around fifty-five years of age and
his hair had been silver. He wasn't flabby at all though and as they young,
white nurse had cleaned his hard, black body, the Nigger had gotten hard. Helen
had almost touched it, and that weekend with Michael, she had actually
fantasized it was that Nigger she was "sucking."
Helen wasn't a racist, but she wasn't about to pose "slutty" in front of three
of them either.
"T-there, must be s-some s-sort of m-mistake..." Disappointment dripped from
her voice. She had set her heart on "surprising" her lover after the phone
call.
"What seems to be the problem, Mrs. Jones?"
Wasn't it obvious? She couldn't possibl... It was too scandalous to even think
abou... The very ide...
"Umm... I don't want to... Offend you "boys," but maybe there has been a...
m-mistake. I mean, I wanted some... pictures for my husband."
"Right, some nudes."
As the "Nigger" said the word that she was naked [okay, he didn't say that]
Helen felt herself tense up. She didn't want to feel the fear. It wasn't like
these "boys" weren't professionals. They weren't at her home to "rape" her. It
was ridiculous. Helen tried to tell herself that there was nothing wrong with
these "boys" having this job.
"I'm... s-sorry. I'm sorry. I am sure that you boys are very good and ever..."
"Do you have a problem that we"re black?"
"N-no. It's not..." Helen struggled for the words quickly that would alleviate
the sudden intense wave of guilt that seemed to be about to engulf her, [that.
I wasn't expecting guys. I talked to a woman on the phone."
Even to herself, the excuse sounded unconvincing.
"It's okay lady, we understand. A woman has to be careful. It was going to be a
hard touch to do you before your anniversary anyhow, but when Shantel told me
the score, I just figured we would rush service you."
Helen felt so low. She wasn't racist, was she? These boys... men, had seemingly
taken a special "interest" in her and had made a special effort to "service"
her. As she saw how easily they had stopped unpacking and had begun to put
their "equipment" away, Helen felt she just had to go through with things.
"Wait-wait... I guess we could do some photographs. I really did want to
"surprise" my husband tomorrow."
Davis looked at that beautiful, white bride and smiled. She was just the
perfect middle class, purebred that he liked. This "scam" of doing pictures was
about to "payoff" again.
"We don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. Marvin is my light and film man,
and Kenny here is just tagging along trying to learn the "tricks" of the trade.
If maybe the fact there is three of us is too much, we could just do you me and
Marvin."
The truth is that Helen would have felt more comfortable with less Niggers
about to check out her "goodies," but the number to put her at ease would have
had to be zero. Even though Helen wasn't racist, she had to quickly realize
that there was a certain "comfort" that there would be three Niggers [if there
had to be any.] Surely "nothing" could happen with witnesses.
Helen had dressed proper in a white, lace blouse with a tan skirt. She had
thigh-high nylons on and heels. Underneath she was wearing her hot-red
valentine's bra-and-panty set that Michael had bought her last year.
As she led the way for the three young Niggers to follow her into the house,
she allowed herself a quick question in her mind whether the guys were looking
at her ass as she walked. Her unease and actual distrust were not about to be
wrestled under control easily.
As Kenny and Marvin began to set up their equipment in the "family" room, Davis
put some more moves on the hottie-housewife.
"So, you been married twenty-years, tomorrow?"
"Umm, yeah. That's correct."
"That is so sweet. My own folks only lasted two years. Me, I don't know if I
will ever be able to find the one to go twenty with."
The words seemed innocuous, but to Helen's shame, she felt a slight discomfort
even having this discussion with the boy. The situation was so crazy. Surely
she wasn't about to bare herself in front of these three blacks.
"Say, listen. Umm, I really should have confirmed that I would get a woman
photographer or at least have another woman hear. I mean I am a married..."
"Are you backing out?"
"No... It's just that I think it might be... Inappropriate if I was to pose...
you know... Nude."
"Well... I have to say if you want these pictures to be "hot," I mean for your
husband and all... it's just that I have to say that we can do something nice
in lingerie or something, but nudes or at least partials is what you really
need to kick start that romance again."
Davis had been here before and knew the pitch.
"There isn't anything wrong with our marriage."
Yeah, Davis knew the eXXXact pitch to play these white wives. If the Nigger had
his way he would nail one every damn day and THREE on Sundays. As a child, he
had been treated like shit by the establishment. He had studied hard but what
opportunities were there for a Nigger. A botched operation had cut short his
track career and Davis just knew that whitey had given him substandard service
on the table. Near as the boy had it figured, whitey had put down the Niggers
since the first boat had come "monkey" hunting back in mother Africa. Davis had
himself a burning desire to do what he could to start things back the other
way.
The idea to offer "cheesecake-photography" had been a stroke of genius. The
advertisements were brilliant in how they subliminally suggested upcoming
anniversaries as the intended targets. Any woman going for the package would
undoubtedly be suffering some unfulfilled requirements. In just under four
months of running the scam, Davis and Marvin had themselves five wives already.
Not a one had screamed "rape," and nor should they have.
Davis didn't need to do that shit when he could sweet talk the white wives
right out of their panties and onto his big, black cock.
"Okay, well you are the one with the green so of course, the call is yours.
Lets just play it and see what we can do."
The Nigger just seemed so damn agreeable. Helen was looking for an eXXXcuse to
call things off but she was painted into the corner now. Still, the valentine
undies had to go.
"Maybe, you guys could do something with me in a bikini?"
Davis had time. "Sure, go get changed."
While Helen walked off to her bedroom where she closed and LOCKED the door,
Kenny and Marvin eXXXchanged some hive five's.
"Shit, she is the best one yet," Kenny smiled his pearly white teeth as his
eyes lit up with lust.
"So Kenny, you going to fuck those 40 inchers of her and shoot on her face like
you did that last bitch?"
"You know it Nigger. I bet those were 44's. Fuck that honky had some hooters."
Davis glowered at the two younger Niggers. Even though Marvin was his homie and
Kenny was his half-brother from when dad had knocked himself up that white
piece of trash, Davis wasn't about to let the two of them get too stupidly
eXXXcited and "screw" things up before he had his time with Mrs. Helen Jones.
"Shut your fool mouths. You know to let me do the talking till she's ready."
"Yeah, yeah." Kenny really was getting insolent lately. Davis might just have
to tune him in even if it was his whore mother that fronted the operation at
the phone. "Say, Davis, check the family photo. Looks like daughter has the
"package" too."
The photo showed mommy "Helen" with the whole family. Hubby sat on a seat while
mommy stood on his right. Junior was on the left but next to him was a sweet
young thing. It was hard to tell in the picture but she looked around
thirteen... maybe fourteen. Davis liked them older and married, but he knew his
"little" brother had a thing for the young stuff... especially when they were
stacked with the twin missiles.
Davis just shook his head. "Look Kenny. You know it ain't easy just doing
mommy, but ain't no way she give up her kid's cherry to no Nigger without going
to the cops so just keep it real. You can fuck mom's melons and shoot all over
her slut-face but you keep your mouth shut now cause if she gets jitty she
gonna run."
Kenny knew his older brother was right. Having a mom that was working the
streets of the hood ever since dad had knocked her white-trash ass up, had
given Kenny some attitude himself. He had always wanted a bitch just like dear
old mom, and when dad had put him and Davis together to do that liquor store
job last fall, he had quickly dealt himself into the game with this photo-scam.
Still, as eager as Kenny was, he knew who the brains of the operation was and
so he would keep his mouth shut for now... just so long as it would lead to
that big-titted brunette having hers open later when he was shooting his load.
Meanwhile, as the Niggers prepared there game, Helen was in her room naked. She
felt her dignity had been stripped with her clothes as she tried to pick a
bikini that would be acceptable for the pictures but still "protect" her
virtue. The "dirty" truth was that she was going to be on display no matter
what she was able to "cover." What that Nigger had challenged her on was true.
Sure, her marriage was everything to the faithful wife, but it HAD been twenty
years and even if she kept forgetting it, the reason she WAS DOING this was
that she wanted to prove she still had it.... what it would take to make
Michael want her all over again.
Helen saw the bikini that she had purchased in Jamaica. It was too shocking to
ever wear than. Helen was almost in disbelief with herself as she pulled the
skimpy scraps of cloth into place. The tiny panties barely covered her bush and
the top did little more than make sure that her nipples weren't on display. She
almost peeled the tiny suit but instead, took her breath in, grabbed her robe
and walked out to meet her destiny.
Davis was a little surprised to see Helen in the robe, but he played it cool.
He was shooting five-for--nine with these little hunting trips and the Nigger
had no intention to drop back to .500.
"Okay, Mrs. Davis, why don't you loose the robe and we"ll see what we have."
Helen tensed as she started to search the boy's words for any innuendo. Then,
still holding her breath from the bedroom, she dropped her robe. She was
practically naked in front of three young Niggers, all alone in her house.
The game was engaged.
Photographs were clicked of Helen as she was slowly posed in slightly more
provocative stances. From simply asking her to smile, the suggestions moved to
where she should push her arms together and squeeze her breasts, and to bend
over and give a flash of her ass.
Of course, Davis used more tact, but the results were the same.
It was a hot, Texas afternoon and the bright lights had the living room like a
sauna. Helen was getting a sexy "Raquel Welsh" type of look starting, but the
Niggers were more like that Mike Tyson after eight-rounds type sweating.
It was part of the play as both Kenny and Marvin peeled their muscle shirts to
reveal their young, godlike physiques. Michael may have been Helen's husband
and "true" love but he wasn't exactly Mr. Workout.
Helen couldn't believe that she was looking.
It was almost a blessing when Davis finally suggested an outfit change. Helen
"locked" the door again. She looked at the sleazy valentine undies and thought
to herself that she would be more covered than the bikini. She wanted to turn
Michael on, so she had to get over her ridiculous hang-ups. Time was ticking.
The front of her valentine panties was actually a tiny heart. Her breasts had
two "hearts" basically stuck to her nipples. A very tiny thread kept everything
in place.
Davis was pleased when he saw the mostly naked white-wife.
"Maybe you would want to have some pictures in your bed?"
They had rounded first and were headed for second.
"Okay," Helen was about to turn and head back upstairs when Bruno jumped at the
back door.
"Wha that fuck!" Marvin was right by the door when the big rott let out a bark.
"Oh, that's Bruno. He won't get in the way."
Helen actually felt guilty as she let the "family" dog in to the house from the
back yard. She couldn't help but suddenly realize that she was taking three
strange Niggers to her marital bed.
It was almost enough to stop her, but instead she quickly shooed the dog into
the basement. He was very protective of the family and might not like having
the boys in the house.
Davis liked dogs, but the Nigger was happy that the rott was behind a closed
door cause animals knew what the "nasty" was and as the Nigger followed Mrs.
Helen Jones into her sacred room, Davis knew that he was going to be rounding
third within moments and the coach would be waving him home.
First though, the Nigger still had some smooth talking to do.
Helen was posed on her bed. She turned this way and that. She got up on all
fours and looked over her shoulder. She was just about ready.
"You got another outfit to model?"
"What about my wedding dress?"
"Yeah is it in here?"
"It's just in my closet." Helen started towards the closet as she expected the
Niggers to head for the door. No one moved. "Excuse me, umm... I need to
change."
"Oh. Right. Sorry, Mrs. Jones, it's just that the girls always change while we
reload to save time. But if it makes you uncomfortable..."
Davis accented the words just right to guilt Helen up.
"Umm... I guess, I am being silly. I mean, this is your job and all. Sorry."
Marvin almost giggled. Davis actually had the bitch apologizing for not
stripping for them to take a look.
Of Course, no one was too obvious. After all there would be plenty of looking
as she would spend the next several hours having all them tight white holes of
hers stuffed full of the Nigger's black dicks.
Helen tried to be as tight as possible as she stripped down and got into her
dress. She first replaced her bra and than her panties. Slutty hearts weren't
right for wedding dress accessories. When Helen had finished the lingerie
eXXXchange she felt far better and slipped into her dress. It was actually
going to be fun to pose in the dress.
"Mmm, I have to say that you make a fine picture as a white-bride. That dress
is hot too. Maybe Marvin can set up the second camera and we can get some pics
done cause it's getting a little late."
Helen just nodded, not realizing that the "second" camera was actually a
video-tape-recorder. It was actually intended to capture the next stage of the
game, but it was necessary to set things up.
"Say, maybe Kenny could run to the kitchen if you have anything to drink. It's
sure hot today."
"There's some orange juice in the fridge or I guess some of my husband's beers
too. You guys are old enough right?"
"Beer would be great, I"ll get us all one," Kenny piped up before anyone had to
lie to the woman.
While Kenny went for the beer, Davis started just snapping a few pics. The
truth was that he had a wedding dress fetish, but not like this. He wanted the
girl to be a lot sluttier. Luckily, the "spike" that Kenny would put into
Helen's beer would speed up her "cooperation."
Davis was pretty sure he would win the big-breasted brunette anyhow, but only a
fool kept Michael Jordan on the bench no matter how much the lead was. With the
eXXXtacy spike, it would be a slam-dunk to enter endgame.
Kenny returned with the glasses of beer and made sure Helen got the
"COCK-tail." If she was suspicious at why the Nigger had opened the bottles,
she couldn't refuse the drink without it being bad. Helen drank up like a good
[naive] girl.
Davis waited nearly fifteen minuets for Helen to get more agreeable. The
eXXXtacy COCK-tail was designed to just erase "no" from a bitch's vocabulary.
He saw that Marvin and Kenny were practically going wild when he finally spoke
up.
"Ready to show some more for you lover?"
"Okay."
Later, Helen would remember everything. She would remember it all as clear as
crystal for the rest of her life but she would never know for sure if it was
the beer or herself that had agreed. The truth was, that Helen would have said
yes even without that "help."
Davis wanted a photo in her veil and underwear, and Helen obliged. Davis wanted
the garters and stockings, and Helen obliged. Davis wanted Helen with nothing
on but a smile... and faithful, married-for-twenty-years Helen obliged.
Picture after picture captured Helen in all her glory. Davis asked her to
pinch her nipples and pet her pussy and Helen... Obliged.
"You are so beautiful Helen. Marvin, wouldn't you say she is just about the
hottest any woman has been."
"Yeah, your husband is going to be damn lucky and turned right on. About the
only way you would look hotter in these pictures is if you had just been
fucked."
"Huh-what?"
"Pay him no mind. I'm sorry Helen, but Marvin has a one track mind. Do you want
him to leave?"
Davis was so smooth.
"Umm... maybe we should stop."
"Sure, we got some great pictures. You really photograph so beautiful. You
could do this pro. Actually, I don't think we could improve things without what
Marvin said and since these pics are for your husband so he couldn't, well... I
wouldn't even think to offer."
The combination of the spike and her being naked in front of these three young,
half-naked-themselves Niggers... seeing their hardons obvious bulging the front
of their pants... knowing that young, studly virile man-boys were
HARD-FOR-HER... It was all enough to seal the deal.
"Y-you guys fuck?"
The question was a little silly, but it was the magic one that won the grand
prize.
"Yeah. Most the women we do all want to. I mean, if you do than we would all
love to. You are so hot."
Helen liked to be told she was hot. Even though she still got a ton of looks
from the guys in the street, it had been a long, long time since Michael had
told her she was "hot."
"Umm... No. I mean, I couldn't. I'm married."
Helen's words lacked the conviction she had hoped to hear herself.
"Jack's not here."
Davis put the camera down as he started towards Helen.
"N-no... N-no p-pictures."
"Of course not," Davis smiled as he moved his lips to Helen's. Of course, the
video camera was rolling.
Helen parted her lips as Davis pressed onto her. His tongue quickly invaded her
mouth. Helen tried to decide if it felt any different to kiss suck thick lips.
Davis finished the kiss just as Helen was about to faint from lack of breath.
He looked her in the eyes with the intensity of a burning sun. Helen was lost
in the moment and just held still as the Nigger started to kiss his way down
her neck to her big boobs.
Besides being very well-developed, Helen was also very sensitive. Michael was a
breast man himself, but he had no clue compared to the magic that this Nigger
performed on her. Her nipples were rock hard almost at once as he kissed,
licked, tweaked, twisted, and otherwise manipulated Helen's beautiful breasts.
Helen wasn't sure it was even possible to orgasm from breast play, but she sure
felt she may have if the Nigger hadn't moved himself down.
Helen tensed up as Davis body kissed himself lower. He made his way past her
belly and lower. This was an area that Michael was "not" into.
Davis loved to make his bitches cum for him. Most women didn't cum from
penetration although the truth was he sure wished they did. Still, unlike a lot
of guys, Davis enjoyed going down and it showed in his talents.
Helen was screaming in moments.
After the white "formally"-faithful housewife had wrapped her toned, long legs
around Davis's head and came her brains out, it was clear that it was now her
turn.
At least Davis only wanted head [at first.] Sucking cock wasn't really being
unfaithful... was it?
Helen couldn't believe it when she saw "it." It was all true... or at least it
was with Davis anyhow. Helen had grabbed it with her left hand without even
thinking before she suddenly realized her wedding band was up against the
Nigger's cock. She quickly switched hands.
Then Mrs. Helen Jones sucked her first Nigger cock.
Davis had Helen kneel submissively at her feet for nearly ten minuets
pleasuring him until he knew it was time to share the wealth.
As Marvin saw Davis give him the nod, he made sure that the camera still had a
good view of the action and than stepped up to bat. Helen saw "the other
Nigger" approach and started to protest.
"No, just you..."
The protest was weak and Davis didn't bother to reply as he stepped back to
allow Marvin to grab a gentle but firm hold of Helen's long dark hair. Marvin
wasn't quite as long as Davis but he was thicker. He was also a little rougher.
Helen sucked her second Nigger cock.
Kenny was dick number three in Helen's mouth. It was all on videotape. While
Helen was busy sucking Kenny off, Davis refocused the video camera to capture
the bed and than went for Helen.
"Ready?"
"You need a... rubber."
Fuck! Davis didn't dare hope that the bitch was unprotected.
"D-do you h-have any..." Helen had tried for a third baby for years with
Michael but his limit had been two before he had started shooting blanks. Good
girls didn't need to be on the pill.
"I"ll be careful."
Helen couldn't believe herself as she was being laid onto her back in her own
bed and was about to be penetrated and fucked by a potent, baby-making cock in
her fertile, unprotected cunt.
She spread her legs for the Nigger as she tried to "trust" him.
Davis pushed in with only one thought on his mind. His life time goal to
impregnate a married white-cunt was about to be realized.
Helen moaned as only the second man ever penetrated her pussy. Her eyes darted
to the mirror on the wall where she saw the stark contrast of her arms and long
white legs wrapped around the Nigger's dark-skinned back and powerful, black
ass.
GOD! SHE WAS UNPROTECTED.
"Ungh-ungh... Ohh God, you"re soOO BIG... Ungh, remember, you have to pull
out."
"Is it a bad time for you too?"
Helen had no real need to keep track religiously or anything, but at the
question she quickly tried to count back the days as well as her "drug-addled"
brain would allow. Maybe she wasn't prime but she wasn't more than a day or to
off peak. It was too damn close to risk, so why was she letting this Nigger
continue to fuck her?
"P-please, p-promise me."
"Don't worry."
Davis was in Nigger's heaven. Helen would make a beautiful, black bastard for
him. The fact that she could conceive on her actual wedding anniversary was
just pure bliss to the Nigger. He focussed his efforts and started to actively
pound-fuck the helpless housewife. It was time to make a baby.
Helen alternated between moaning and groaning as she took Davis's huge, potent
Nigger cock in-and-out of her wet, willing cunt. The shocking truth was that
the more she was fucked, the more Helen would have actually begged the
magnificent Nigger to "finish" in her if he asked.
Davis didn't need the words though. It was satisfaction enough when Helen
started cumming for him. Bitches almost never came from penetration. Davis just
had to cum with the [un?]-lucky housewife.
His potent, thick load spurt deep as the Nigger thrust in to the hilt to make
sure to get his sperm in as good as possible. Helen actually squeezed with her
legs and arched her back as the Nigger shot.
What a slut!
Marvin was an ass man. Helen hadn't done it before but she did that Wednsday
afternoon though. Marvin knew how Davis was about breeding a white bitch so he
stayed in her ass to shoot.
Kenny straddled Helen's big boobs and slid his nine inches towards her face
where Helen sucked the tip. As he was about to shoot, Helen saw Davis with the
camera, but before she cold say anything, she was getting her face glazed. It
would make an interesting picture.
Helen wasn't at all happy as the Niggers dressed. She begged for the picture of
her "chocolate delight." Davis said, that they just needed a picture of her
"willing" so she wouldn't be crying rape when she popped up pregnant.
The Nigger spoke that she had liked it anyhow, and she would call for another
appointment. Helen cursed the Niggers as they walked out the door. She had no
idea that a video tape had been made or the "black-male-ing'that would become
her new life.
In fact, all Helen was sure of as she stood in front of the mirror in the
bathroom that Wednsday night, was that Michael would be damn surprised at the
gift that Helen would present him with the following day. As she looked at the
profile of her white tummy so firm, she just hoped that the "photographs" would
be the biggest surprise she had to give to her husband from those Niggers.
Of course, she was pregnant, but the full details are better held off for the
follow-up when we get the kids and Bruno involved too. If anyone thinks this
story should be continued please let us know.
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