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From: "Mkarl" <mdkarl@incentre.net>
Subject: {ASSM} "He Saw Mommy Fucking... Santa Claus" [Ir/slutwife/Christmas/other]
Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2000 11:10:08 -0500
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He  Saw 'Mommy' Fucking... 'Santa Claus'
[M+m+/F, ir, slutwife, preg, Christmas, maybe some blasphemy too]
by Leta with mkarl
mkarl2000@hotmail.com

Chapter One: 'Twas the 'Nights' before Christmas

 When I married Michael, I did love him... or at least his money anyhow. I
guess.  No... I think maybe I found him okay too.  I didn't really know the
family though until the wedding and that was when I discovered that the
Knights were pretty much the biggest racists I had ever had the shame of
meeting.  I mean God, every other thing was 'nigger this' and 'nigger that,'
and none of it in the good way either.  The other thing that proved even
more what the Knight family was all about is that all the awful jobs at the
family owned plant were staffed with blacks while not a single afro-stud was
in any management or supervisor situation.  It was just so wrong.

 I think Michael knew that I didn't approve at all but he was very pussy
about the whole thing.  I almost felt he was condescending to me when he
explained how 'that was the way things were.'

 It really was enough to fill me with a total sense of moral uprage.  I had
grown up right where my mother had taught me to be more accepting.  My
family hadn't had a lot of money after my daddy got disabled and had been
forced to move across the tracks.  I admit I had been a little apprehensive
at first but things quickly changed and once Mom had been accepted into the
community of the new neighborhood it wasn't long until I was old enough to
accept the joys of all the abundant 'brotherly' love either.

 In a way it was sort of difficult when Michael entered the picture.  For
someone in his family, it was odd for him to maybe even be over there in
Africa with me.  I guess it was for a business deal with him [how ironic is
that anyhow... family business needed to rape the treasures of the dark
continent cause they just couldn't get by without the good stuff?]  Anyhow,
I had 'volunteered' to do some missionary work to further my education in
the African culture.  I certainly wasn't over there expecting to meet any
one to marry and I'm damn sure it was the last thing on Michael's mind in
such a setting... but things happen.

 Maybe they shouldn't.

 When I met the Knight family, maybe I should have just told all those
ass-wipes to take their money earned on the hard working backs of... their
'slaves' and... and...

 The problem was; it was a lot of fucking money.

 Michael didn't really just seem so really all that bad either... like for a
white boy and everything.  After all, I had met him in Africa and he did
seem to agree with me when I protested the upside down situation at the
plant [not that I did as I should have and told him that the blacks should
have had all the poistions of superiority cause I could tell that would be
too much right off the bat... I did want some of them to be rightfully in
charge though.  I was sure when Michael had a chance that things would
change down there.  God, was I ever naive.

 So anyhow, we married four years ago.  Yeah, I took the dirty Knight money
for the last four, long, fruitless, boring years.  I say boring cause after
the first few weeks, Michael started devoting all his 'fucking' time to that
damn family business.  I say fruitless cause what little 'fucking' time I
actually got with my 'true love' was just so damn useless as he was so very
'small and way too quick in the bad way' after what I was more... used too,
that well... I tried to be a good wife, I really did and wanted to love my
husband in the way a wife should, but the real thing was that it was four
years of trying and still, there was no little heir to the family fortune on
the way.

 To save face, we hadn't told anyone we were even trying, but the stress had
started to creak in, and finally Michael insisted I go to the clinic.  Yeah,
like I had ever had trouble getting breeded when I had a 'real' man to work
with?!?

 Anyhow, like I already knew, all the clinic confirmed is that if anything,
I was about as extra fertile as any little breeding machine could be.  It
was just a damn good thing I hadn't been allergic to the pill back living
with Mom or we would have had to use even more of Dad's disability money to
look after those unexpected additions to the family that she, herself had
surprised the poor useless gimp with.

 The problem was now, that my husband was the one who didn't work as far as
the seed-and-garden show went.  Boy, that seemed to really bother him too.
I saw a side of Michael that I didn't like at all.  Sure, I had been slapped
around before, but that was so much different... like just sort of a
territorial thing that showed me who the man was with a few of my earlier
lovers teaching me the joys of subservitude.  With my whiteboy husband
though, it was all so damn pathetic and I sure didn't get any payoff
pound-fucking to cap off little temper boy after he was done huffing and
puffing away his inadequacies of manhood on my face.

 If that wasn't pathetic enough, Michael turned into a total asshole at work
too.  He had never done what was right and treated the help any better like
they deserved for earning all that money for the family, but now... it was
all just like somehow even Michael could sense the incredible virility of
all these muscled, black hunks and it made his own inadequacies absolutely
puny in comparison [in more ways than one :)]

 As much as it sort of did bring a smile to my face to see my well learned
perception of what white boys were really all about get reaffirmed just like
it had for how pathetic my Daddy had become years earlier, I also knew it
wasn't quite the same thing with my dear hubby.  With Daddy, the blacks had
come into our home and Daddy had been on the couch, cause he wasn't of any
use to Mommy anyhow... there had been a rightful order of things as nature
intended with the survival of the fittest principal granting the breeding
rights to the alpha male.  But now, in that abomination of a sweat shop,
little, power-mad Michael was wrongfully in the dominant position [even if
he did have the bigger wallet, he certainly wasn't the 'bigger' man] and
after four years of wanting it to change, I finally had to tell myself that
enough-was-fucking-enough.

 It was just coming up on Halloween when the shit was about to hit the fan
for Michael [he would have loved that metaphor :)]  but the problem was that
I wasn't at a good time for the ultimate little bonus for my impotent hubby.
I eagerly went to the calendar to plan a November to remember for my loving
husband but there I saw he had that damn business trip on all the 'good'
days.  Sure, I could have just did some sort of video or something but what
fucking fun would that have been?  I wanted Michael to feel the sweat as I
proved my truest love in the ultimate way of having a baby.

 I have to admit my disappointment that stirred in my unfulfilled belly as I
unhappily turned the page of that calendar a second time, but as I counted
off the days again, I couldn't believe what a wondrous and magical
opportunity that was to be mine.  What better time to give Michael this
present I had intended for him than in the real season of 'Brotherly Love?'

 Even if I knew my long neglected pussy would be hard to wait for so long, I
had gone over four years denying myself any real satisfaction at all, so a
couple more months wouldn't be that bad... I would just have to hold off the
retirement party for my toys in the dresser drawl a little longer was all.

 Actually, it was kind of good to have the extra time too to savor the
upcoming cum-uppence for my Michael.  It gave me an opportunity to play
things out in my mind again and again for better planning of just what to
do, as everytime I thought about things it made me damp my panties and have
to go get out 'Black Beauty' from my dresser drawl.'  As I let my toy do my
husband's failed duty after his own five second special that one cold
November morning, I got the greatest inspiration.

 Michael certainly hadn't wasted any time that morning with me so as I got
up, after wiping away the impotent offerings and stepping  back into my
panties and a robe,  I headed out to the kitchen to do 'my duties' getting
hubby fed and off to work.  It was out there in our morning dance that
Michael had an opportunity to be the one to plant the idea back into my head
with his very own words.

 I'm not even sure how it all came up but I guess the local mall had hired a
black man to play Santa this year [or as Michael told me, those damn
liberals have themselves a coon for Santa.]
Of course, I quickly protested the language but Michael had only used it to
piss me anyhow and he kept it up as he explained how important the mall
Santa Claus was to him as a kid and how upsetting it would be for the
children to see some nigger in the uniform.  Niggers didn't give toys, they
broke into the home and stole what you had.

 I was so mad at Michael, that I spit in his coffee, maybe wishing that it
was some black stud's freshly sucked sperm that I was sharing with the
asshole.  Soon...

 When Michael was finally out the door, I went right to get 'Black Beauty.'
It had been a shower gift from my Mom since she had warned me what it would
be like being married to a little dicked, white boy after what I had gotten
used too... I had kind of just giggled with her and the other white girls of
the old neighborhood but I had never really realized just how much use my
toy would get from the very first night when Michael had gotten a little too
drunk and hadn't even been able to get it up to give his bride her wedding
night honors.

 Damn, that had been a close one...

 When I had agreed to marry Michael, I had told Mom that unless she could
find a way to get her men to wear a condom that Dad's little disability
check just wasn't going to be enough to feed all those mouths she was
popping out every nine months.  Mom had just laughed at that and told me
that niggers didn't use any damn rubbers with their willing white trash ho's
[Mom used the nigger term too... she said that used right it was an
empowering word.  I guess it is and I know many times I have found it right
to use too... just not the ignorant way Michael ever uses it]  anyhow, of
course, I already knew that no stud would ever use any rubber which is why I
had gone on the pill after that first time when I had got myself knocked up,
but Mom couldn't use the pill, and we all knew that she would never get to
use any diaphragm or anything, plus, it sure went without saying that none
of us would hear any of that shit about abortions [except Daddy who I think
never did quite get used to all the little mulatto bastards with his name]
These were babies of pure love all-in-all though and I wanted Mom to have as
many as she wished for, so I told her I would marry Michael and use his
money to help with my brothers and sisters whatever Dad's disability check
wouldn't provide for.

 It was a little... weird, when Mom told me it wasn't fair to do that to
Michael.  Like why should we care what happened to some well off honkey
exploiting the black man?  At the time though, I, myself, still didn't know
who my intended hubby really was so it did have to be  Mom I thought was
really the funny one.  She said with Dad that she didn't have a choice how
things turned out.  Dad had made his own bed, failing as a man to provide
enough to keep us where we started.  He had been the one who moved the
family to temptation island [so to speak] and when nature took over, it had
all been properly rightful.  Mom didn't want me going into a promise under
God where I was set out to be deceitful though... I had to admit, being a
good God faring woman, I had to realize that she was right.

 As much as it meant I was damned, I had to agree.  God blessed us with the
joys of his most darkly beautiful creations wanting to get into our white
panties all the time, but if it was his will that to get the money I needed
to help my family I must live in denial, than I would not take of the
forbidden fruit while living under the rules of marital law.

 Let me tell you though it sure hasn't been easy.  Even that very first
night when Michael hadn't even 'risen' to the occasion no matter how sore my
knees had got in an attempt at inspiration to get my consumatory wedding
night fuck.  It was so awkward too.  I hadn't even took off my dress yet.  I
thought it odd, as Michael carried me past the threshold that I didn't feel
his 'salute' to me up against my body at all, and the moment when I reached
down for the first 'handshake' I got just really disappointed.

 Would anyone even believe me if I add at this point that Michael was one of
them 'not till we're married boys?'

 I had been so shocked when I found out he was a virgin... I guess I was in
a way too, never having had a white boy, but still... Luckily though I had a
little experience and even though usually any of my magnificent Afro-lovers
would have had three or four goes at me before it ever would have been
'necessary' for me to be on my knees, I knew if I wanted any fireworks for
my wedding night party caper, that I was going to have to drop and suck to
see just what would be what.

 I was both anxious and not really expecting too much from all what Mom told
me about the days she used to sometimes be with Dad... like when she went
with him to make me and stuff... I sure expected more than I got though from
Michael.

 Michael hadn't even thought I should get on my knees.  Said he didn't think
it was all that ladylike.  Fuck that, I had been taught that a bitch's place
is on her knees for her Master, and while Michael sure as hell could never
measure up all the way, I was sure still hoping he could.

 Luckily[?] I got my way as Michael was rightfully a bit humiliated at his
'little' problem on our wedding night there.  So I had dutifully dropped to
my knees and tried to use all my talents to perform the miracle but... [Just
wish I had knee pads that first night, cause while I had put in a
cocksucker's yeomen effort, Michael just never did salute my efforts.]

 At the time, we eventually agreed it probably was just all the Champaign
that night for Michael.  I have to say that even these years later, maybe he
never got over the five second problem but at least he was able to get it up
usually when the situation arose [even if his 'big' dick, still wasn't never
all that much more of a mouthful than on our wedding night.]

 Whatever the problem was for the first night of my 'christening,' after
nearly an hour and a half of paying 'lip-service' to the dimming hope,
Michael finally got into some more Champaign to drown his first [of what
would be many] failures, and before I knew it Michael was out for the night,
and I still hadn't even gotten out of the white virginal promise dress yet.

 Fuck! What was a new bride to do?

 I had Black Beauty in the suitcase but it was just so pathetic.  When Mom
had told me to make sure I took it on the honeymoon, I had just about
laughed... but, looking at Michael laying on the bed that was suppose to be
shaking with my thralls of passion... laying there with that limp little
dick that I knew wouldn't have been all that much bigger even if I had
gotten it up... I almost got weak about that promise not to go back to
black.

 The hotel had a busboy... well, he wasn't much of a 'boy' at all.  When he
had carried the bags up to our room so that my hubby could play mister macho
and carry me past the threshold, I had seen that this busboy was all more
like buss-MAN.  I know I had promised my Mom that I wouldn't turn my husband
into a fool unless it was right, but this was my Goddamn wedding night and I
needed it.

 I rang for room service.  I was so nervous.  I had never been like that
before.  I mean one thing I had learnt from growing up is that a black stud
is always ready to go.  I certainly wasn't nervous for fear not getting a
yes, for the servicing I needed in that honeymoon room.  Maybe I was mostly
worried that some other boy would answer my summons.  Or maybe, it was that
damn promise I made that I would live my marriage as God intended.  Why the
hell did he tempt us so though?  I finally promised myself that if some
other boy did go and brought up the bottle, than I wouldn't do anything.

 Yeah, like that happened...

 When Jamal knocked , I was at the door waiting and it was my pussy that
vibrated with the anticipation of what might happen next.  I actually
crossed my fingers but I'm not sure what they crossed in hope of.  Of
course, it was Jamal standing there.

 Coy nigger...  even though I knew he was man enough to sense my heat, and
opportunist enough to see 'hubby' on the bed passed out with his little limp
dick, Jamal wasn't going to make it easy for me.  "Heres yours Champaign,
Mrs... Knight."

 Fuck him!  God, I practically was whimpering as I begged that gorgeous hunk
what I needed.  He was just a smiling at me but his words were like a knife
killing every dream I had.

 "They keeps me ons a leash here Mrs. Knight.  You seems to bes a women who
knows what thats be about.  They donts wants me having the times with the
white man's bride.  If you goings to get yours satisfaction best be ons your
knees now fores I gets my next page."

 I didn't need to be asked twice.  With my hubby just a few feet away, I'm
afraid my plans to take the time to rent a separate room and do this a
little more careful couldn't be accommodated that night... it wasn't all
that I was suddenly having a problem accommodating either.  Not sure if my
mouth had already gone and sized itself for what I had been sucking on
earlier, but suddenly I was choking myself quite a bit to get my honeymoon
stud up for the service job I needed in my wet, willing pussy.  Jamal didn't
pay my choking on his big, black dick any mind though and complimented me on
my amazing talents saying that 'nos honky bitch hads ever took mores than
tens of his thick fourteen inches befores.'

 Jamal was wonderful, but than all nigger studs are really... he was ready
to bend me over the foot of the bed in just seconds, even though it had
seemed a bit longer when I had been choked on that cock.  We thought about
pushing Michael to the floor and christening the honeymoon bed, but time was
too important... the next damn page could rest away my wedding night
celebration at any instant.  I didn't even still have the time to take off
my wedding dress if we were going to make this happen right.

 It wasn't really cheating though... I mean, I guess I wanted it to be.  I
had always learned that when a nigger does it, whether or not the bitch
takes a breeding is all her concern... and I sure as hell wasn't all that
concerned myself on the wedding night after Michael had already failed and
now my pussy was going to get what it really wanted anyhow.  It had only
been Mom who had put me on the pill before in the first place, so I wouldn't
add any more to the litter she was bringing into the house in her almost
clockwork nine month intervals.  Once I had gotten hitched though, I was off
the pill for night one cause money was no problem anymore... I had always
wanted to prove my love for all my Masters by having their baby too and here
I could.

 Jamal though... he want the one who asked the question.

 "You protected, right bitch?"

 "No I don't care... I will take it like I'm suppose too.  Breed me on my
wedding night my nigger master," I whimpered in heat as I arched my back
like a bitch dog ready to take her impregnation with a little of pups.

 "Fucks," he said, "are you crazy cunt?  I tolds you these all watchs me and
don'ts wants me doing the white wives... I gots to be careful to keep all
this new married pussy.  Your fucking punk husband get my black ass tested
if you pop up that tummy on this night.."

 Noooo... I knew Jamal was right.  Black studs really are the smartest when
it came to things like this.  I suppose in a way, I should be grateful that
it meant I hadn't really dishonored my wedding vows or really cheated or
anything, it just was almost horrible in a way, despite all the joy I had
cumming myself all on his big, black cock as we finished our fun that night,
it was so wrong too and all I could really think of was how disappointed it
made me that Jamal had to pull that big, potent, black, babymaker out before
he could finish where it belonged in my willing, fertile, unprotected,
newly-married, white pussy.

 It was a small consolation indeed to be able to let it glaze onto my face
and stain my dress as I just lay next to my hubby that first night of our
new lifes together, freshly fucked into joyess exhaustion and drifted myself
off to sleep with the most wonderful dreams in my head.

 Hmm... did kind of get off on a tangent there, but it was a wonderful
memory for what it was and something I thought about that November 11th,
Remembrance Day morning after Michael had made his damnable comments about
the mall's 'nigger-coon' Santa Claus.

 Maybe fate and a 'nigger wanting to preserve his happy hunting grounds and
all the new married white pussy that would follow me in there,' had saved
Michael that first night, but now his own stupidity had delivered the
perfect assurance that things would finally be made right.  It was such a
wonderful ideal that I came amazingly on Black Beauty's, big thick plastic
shaft before I quickly picked out my best 'hey-look-at-me-boys' outfit and
started off for my own trip to the mall.

 and that is how it all came to be on the first nights before Christmas.

Chapter Two: Oh Heavenly Night

 I had to be the most excited girl in the world as I waited for Christmas to
come {cum :)} this year.  I went to the fertility clinic and asked them to
put me on a program.  My doctor was so dear explaining to me that there was
nothing wrong with me and that I couldn't help the 'problem' on my end just
taking the pill.  I just smiled and told him that my hubby was still in
denial, so it would have to be me that fixed this problem... but that I was
sure, with just the 'right' help we would get our Christmas miracle after
all.  The fertility drugs weren't really needed but I figured as big a
bundle of joy, one new child might be for Mikey, twins would be double the
trouble for him to deal with.

 The doctor wanted to counsel me about what the drugs could do.  It was all
I could do to keep from touching myself even though it concerned me a little
at the same time too.  When the doctor told me that with the low sperm count
Michael had, that it shouldn't be a problem as it wasn't very likely any of
his limp sperm would be able to find their way past their own tails
anyhow... the fertility drugs would help just a little in that it would make
sure that if I had anything at all to work with that there would be several
willing eggs to welcome those breeders... the worry was of course, that I
would be getting champion swimmers and if I had multiple receivers there
would be more than one touchdown converted for sure.

 Oh well... maybe I would be able to field my own NBA team after just one
magically great first night.

 When I got down to the mall, Santa hadn't arrived yet and part of me was
concerned my asshole hubby had beat me down there and went and got the poor
man fired or something.  I had never really ever seen a nigger who hadn't
wet my panties... not since before those days long ago until I was properly
educated after my family's move to the hood.  I had never seen a nigger in
those days who didn't make me ready to drop and spread at all.  Still, while
most niggers unfortunately were off in jail or statistics before they ever
lost that youthful hunkiness, I was sorta wondering what a Santa Claus
nigger would look like... as if I had anything to fear.

 The guy was fucking gorgeous and I just kissed my cross as I thanked God
for making me the luckiest bitch in the whole world.  I had served my
penance for four years in the barren wilderness and now I was being rewarded
with reentrance to the Garden.  Santa was actually a brother by the name of
Deon [mmm... even that name warms me down there.  Going to have a Deon jr.
for sure.]  I introduced myself with my best
'I-haven't-been-a-naughty-girl-yet-Santa, but-I-sure-as-fuck-want-to-be'
smile.  I think Santa wanted to sit me down right there on his lap and tell
me all the wonderful ways he would love to be stuffing my stockings for me,
but with all the other little boys and girls in the lineup, discretion of
course was the order.

 I told Santa if he needed a break to the little polar box, that I would
meet him there.

 There was another man back at the toilets and when he saw me enter the perv
probably thought it was his lucky day, but when Deon came right in hot on my
cute, little white ass that was all pervy boy needed to do to shake that
little white dick of his and scam way for the better man.

 Santa was quick to pat me on the head for what a good little girl I was but
as great as it was to be back on my knees where I belonged, I had to scream
to myself 'what a stupid cunt I was being.'  When I went to pull back and
explain this wasn't what I wanted for my special Christmas party, I suppose
Deon  got a little rightfully concerned that maybe I was going to be playing
hard to get... so his friendly pat to my head got quickly into a more
practical grab of my hair.  Oh well, what the fuck... it had been too damn
long and there ain't nothing better for a thirsty wanton white girl than a
nice protein drink from the pure, rich source anyhow.

 I did have to put up a stop though after I was done swallowing down my
Christmas offering... Deon was all ready to bend me over one of those toilet
stalls and nail me right there, and believe me there would have been almost
nothing my wet pussy wanted more right then either, but Mikey wasn't
watching.  That was when I hurriedly started my special wish list I wanted
Santa to deliver for our special Christmas night at the Knight family home.

 Deon actually laughed out loud and than slapped me up across the face as he
told me I was a wicked little cunt.  I was sure Deon wouldn't mind and the
slap caught me a bit by surprise, but I guess it is a guy thing and while
Deon quickly assured me he would love to do the job since he had once worked
in the family plant and had been wrongfully dismissed for just being with
one of the receptionists there, I realized that this would all be a labor of
love for him making sure he loved me into labor.  It was my asshole hubby's
receptionist that Deon had nailed right there on Michael's desk and it had
been Michael who had freaked and put Deon back on welfare.

 It is just so wrong how all that happens.

 I think the slap was to make sure that while I was getting what I wanted,
Deon was still the master and this was all for him, first and foremost...
just the way I like it.

 I made sure to be a regular little mall-rat the rest of November and now
all of December and even volunteered to be Santa's little helper to take up
my rightful subservient place... I think it was bad in a way cause with my
pussy in constant heat so near, Santa had a problem and the little ones may
have had a bit of a bumpy seat up there in Santa's lap... I tried to be the
best helper I could and we quickly made the men's washroom into a sort of
mini-little workshop where Santa got me more and more in the Christmas
spirit painting me white with his big black marker, as many times as we
could both get away from the watchful eyes of all the boys and girls to let
me lick away at Deon's big licorice candy cane... it was so very hard not
letting Santa have his ultimate gift. though and waiting for Christmas
proper before unwrapping our most wished for presents.

 Mr. and Mrs. Knight senior were away to Hawaii for the season... like that
is Christmas at all?!?  It was good though cause I'm sure that it will be
the death of both them when there sweet little daughter-in-law colors the
family bloodline for them and brings a little shade of darkness to this good
name 'knight.'  Let them have these last nine months of ignorant, racist
white foolery.

 Michael couldn't/wouldn't be that lucky though.  His complete failing to
ever measure up to any nigger I had ever had was his damnation... Michael's
continued whiteboy ignorance that, just cause he had money and the average
nigger may be on welfare, somehow made Michael the better man... well, it
was just so laughable infuriating that Michael had to learn.  His final
complete failings as a man to make me into the mommy I was willing and
desperate to be, was just the last straw... in a way, it's just a wonder at
all that any tiny dicked white man can ever get that job done, but who am I
to judge the humor that is God's will.

 I was just so excited as the 24th had finally arrived.  I had carefully
marked off the days on the calendar towards my peak fertility.  I had the
option of either Christmas Eve or Christmas Day... to settle the difference
I decided to do both!

 My hubby kind of got off on a bad foot that morning when he got all annoyed
that I had given the help the day off [fucking Scrooge was going to make
them all work... course that would have maybe kind of gotten in the way of
the screw I wanted.]  Anyhow, I hadn't exactly left all the help with no
duties to perform.  Both Jerome, my favorite nigger from the plant and young
Griff, the boy who did our snow removal for us, had been asked to keep the
evening available and come back around the home a little later so that the
lady of the house could properly thank them for being so wonderful to the
family and asking for so little in return... besides just whatever of my
hubby's ill-gotten money Michael had paid them for their services.  They
were due for a much better Christmas bonus this year for the service I had
planned for them to so to me.

 Since I had the day all planned so very well, I just let it play out...
little Mikey actually even got himself a little amorous when he realized
that we had the whole house to ourselves, but I just smiled and told him I
simply wasn't in the mood [LIKE FUCK THAT!  I WAS JUST DYING TO GET MY
BRAINS FUCKED OUT... but when a girl is about to get grade A steak, she
doesn't go nibbling on niblets to ruin her appetite!]

 I told Michael we should both open one gift just to get things started.
Michael was a real stickler for Christmas traditions and told me that it was
established we wait till the following morning... like I wasn't going to get
my wish that night!  Anyhow, I just played it coy and told Michael it was
just a little something that I wanted and not really about Christmas but
more about us... I told him I had wrapped two special offerings... one from
me to him, and one for him to me...

 Michael seemed a little off, but he had already had some of the 'special'
eggnog I had been laced with the ecstasy for him to make the night just a
little more manageable [my own 'special' blend of eggnog was laced with one
last special double offering of fertility supplement... as if I wasn't
already in full ovulation :)]

 Anyhow, guess what they say about Ecstasy being an mood alternator making
an individual a little more cooperative is just totally true.  Michael
opened his present to see that I had gone and taped the master video copy of
our wedding.  Michael looked at me with that puppy dog look of clueless
wonder.  I just smiled as I chose my words carefully and said I wanted to
represent this history of our most cherished day to my dear hubby at this
special time and use it to prove how true my love was always destined to be.
I asked Michael to hand me the gift I had purchased for myself.

 As my 'loving' husband watched I opened it and inside the box I revealed
that I had placed a two pair of steel bindings, the key [for after] a brand
new video camera [would you believe the family didn't own one?] and finally
a little baby rattle.

 Needless to say, hubby had that puppy dog look again.  I explained that the
chains represented true love was like chains of steal and how it could only
end if the steel would break [yeah Michael wouldn't be able to do anything
to stop the fun this night if he wouldn't be able to get loose.]  I told him
the key was the key to my heart and could only be used by my true love
[would humiliate Michael when after it was all down to have to beg Deon to
release him]  The rattle was cause I wanted so much to have a baby with my
true love to prove the purity of my devotion and new life promise of sub
servitude... I told Michael that I wanted to try again on this Christmas eve
to have the miracle of our own savior be delivered to fulfill this family
and me with all the joys imaginable.  Michael was so sweet as he agreed 'we'
should try again right than to have the baby.

 'Wait, wait honey, Santa hasn't cum yet,' I giggled.

 I had the final gift where I told Michael that the new camera was to record
the blessed events.  Yeah... Michael wasn't into that even with the ecstasy
I had spiked into his eggnog.

 I knew he wouldn't be... that was all part of the plan.  Once this all went
down, I would have to have some way to make sure I didn't end up back in the
projects flat broke on my ass...  As they say a picture is worth a thousand
words, so I had to count on the fact Michael would feel this upcoming video
production would be worth many thousands of his continued dollars in support
of all that would come [cum?]

 Anyhow, it was all quite a careful plan and I went back out to the kitchen
to get some more 'special' eggnog for both myself and Michael.  Deon was in
there helping himself to a sandwich too... FUCK, what if it had been Michael
to go in and see him?  The nigger WASN'T IN HIS COSTUME YET, EITHER...
FUCK!!!  He knew how important this all was to me.

 Deon just told me to calm the fuck down and it was my own plan to wait
until evening before Santa and his 'helpers' CUMmed on down... Deon gave me
a little remindful yank of the hair to remind this bitch she was being a
little uppity anyhow... so there I was back down on my knees... I didn't
really want any of my nigger's sperm going to waste and had earlier told him
to save himself to give me the biggest fill for my 'stocking' later, but I
guess I was going to get enough and niggers do have a hard time going that
much time without getting hard.  So I needed a 'cum-up pence' for my little
bit of uppityness and the best way Deon knew was to put me back to my
knees... It was wickedly wondrously exciting to wonder if Hubby would be
curious what was taking wifey so long in the kitchen to whip him up his next
drink to suck back.  It would ruin all my special preparations to ruin
everything at this point so I sucked like I had never sucked cock before and
quickly had Deon ready to soak me...

 My nigger was the one who got the idea to tell me to grab hubby's eggnog.
I was just shocked and my hands were trembling so much I almost dropped the
glass as I tried to hold it in place with one hand while I dutifully reached
out with my left hand and finished stirring up the cream topping for hubby's
protein laced eggnog shake.  Some of the sperm splurt back and I saw it
glaze down my wedding ring but I didn't bother to clean it as it would be
something Michael wouldn't notice anyhow.

 I guess it was a little weird when Michael sipped away at the drink for the
next few minutes.  Part of me almost wanted to stop him but Michael actually
smacked his lips and told me that it was good, so guess he is into that
junk.  I was a little jealous I couldn't have some myself, but after my
pussy was properly saturated later, I would have lots of opportunity to make
up all the nigger sperm eggnog shakes I wanted... yeah, by tomorrow my tummy
would be filled in more ways than one with that delicious potent nigger
seed.

 By the time, it was close to evening I was just wondering how many helpers,
Santa might have.  I had been very pleased that Mom had allowed Tyrone to
come and get to know his big sister a little better.  Ahmend and Samuel had
brought him along.  I had really missed not being able to see the family and
get to know my little brother better earlier, but as Mom had told me, I
never would have been a strong enough cunt to have resisted that type of
temptation and Michael was the type of wealthy man who could hire
investigators... so I had to pretend I had no family or the money would have
been cut off.  Tyrone hadn't quite been big enough for me to be friendly
with when we had both been at home but Mom had wrote me an e-mail that
Tyrone wasn't a little boy anymore.  I had never really thought about
anything like being with my brother before... I mean a real brother... a
brother who isn't just a brother... like, my little brother is that type of
brother too, but he is also the other type of brother who I'm trying to
expl... of FUCK IT, you all know what I mean.

 Niggers do that sort of stuff all the time though, so when in Rome...

 Anyhow, I hadn't seen them but Deon had told me in the kitchen that Tyrone,
Samuel, and Ahmend had arrived earlier and were up in the guest room trying
to find their costumes.  Deon had invited his own brother Jerome, as well as
a couple friends, Toby and Stan, whom he said I would love [luv?]

 I guess that Griff the boy had arrived too and Deon said the horny little
fucker was so eager that he was up in my room doing some panties of mine...
I guess the Griff has never had himself a whitetrash fuck before so I was
really honored to be his first... I had to be hopeful though, the young
nigger could just calm himself down with whatever he was up there doing to
my panties cause I couldn't exactly get away to go give him a little comfort
of my own.  Maybe my brother would want to see what choice of panties big
sister preferred too and would be in there with Griff if I did go check on
the boys... but no, I knew than my special Christmas panties I was wearing
would be the ones those boys  would than want to be all over and that would
just spoil the plan again.

 Boy, it was all complicated, huh?

 It would all be simple though once it began... so pure and natural, like it
is all intended.  Why did God make Niggers the sexiest fuckers and us white
cunts so damn horny if he didn't want us to breed our fucking brains out
together?  It had to be some damn sadist Satan who filled our hearts with
prejudice and tried to split the world into divisive abstracts of black and
white... so called areas of wrong and right.  No... it can't be like that.
God wouldn't have made it so fucking wonderful if he didn't want us all to
cum together in brotherly love and let the product of our joyful merging
take on the brown that all will be when everyone evolves to the ultimate
truth.

 Simple.

 Too bad, it couldn't all be that simple, but I knew Michael needed things a
little more involved to get with the program.  I didn't really want him hurt
and since the paranoid fucker keeps a gun in the house I sure didn't want
him hurting any of our guests, or me either.

 Sun had gone down and while I wanted to play up the Christmas motiffs as
much as possible to make it just right when Santa was to cum to me [in me]
I really couldn't wait much more beyond sundown to finally begin my own
fateful night of creating my own 'son, up' in my belly where I so
desperately wanted it to fulfill me with my truest reason for ever being.

 It was time for this silent night to become filled with the cries of a
women in passionate heat.

Chapter III:  I'm Dreaming of a... black, Christmas

 Michael was pretty damn buzzed by the time I was ready to give him the
present of learning all about the joys of brotherly love this Christmas Eve.
The nice thing about Ecstasy as opposed to some shit like GHB or other
inhibitor is that all Ecstasy really does for the most part is make its
'victim' a little more agreeable.  As carefully as I had drugged up hubby,
he may have been ready to be my porn-set fluffer [if I had needed that type
of help with the champion studs waiting to do me up right]

 It was nice to have little Mikey so agreeable for a change... I almost saw
again whatever it had been that had once made me agree to marry the
wallet... I mean I keep knowing it had to be more than just the money.

 I went out to the kitchen to get one last special drink for my husband.  In
the kitchen were seven of the guys.  The way they were all fucking giggling
I knew those fuckers had gone and jerked off in Michael's drink again.  DAMN
THEM, they knew that potent seed was meant for my fertile pussy.

 I almost got grabbed and held over the prep table cause those niggers were
more than fucking ready to go even if they had been jerking into the drinks
again.  I told those fuckers to just keep it in the pants a minute longer
and do this right... luckily they were all keen to help me out too cause if
they had insisted on fucking me right there, I was so damn hot to take it
that I wouldn't have been able to say no twice.

 My panties were so fucking damn with my wet that I have no idea how hubby
didn't hear them squishing in their juiciness as I went back out to him one
last time to get everything started.  I suppose maybe the Ecstasy was
already warping his senses a little... I wondered though if he could still
taste the strong sperm mixer that was in his last eggnog of the evening.  I
bet he could and drank it anyhow... the fucking loser.

 I walked over to where the handcuffs I had given to Michael earlier were
now laying.  They probably weren't necessary but what the fuck.

 "Wha-what are you d-doing?"

 Poor sweet Michael.

 "Relax honey... this will be fun," I giggled [yeah, I was going to have
SOOO MUCH FUN once hubby got cuffed!]

 It was a very good quality chair, so Mikey could try to pull at it all he
wanted but as I snapped the shackles in place, I was assuring that he would
be quite the captive audience for this Christmas pageant performance.

 I had to reach down and touch myself as I stood up after snapping the last
clasp around Michael's foot.  I think even in his drugged stupor, that my
display shocked him a little.

 "mmm, Mikey," [God, I loved calling him such a condescending name] "I'm so
wet.  You know, honey... with it being Christmas and all... mmm," [I just
had to touch myself again as I considered my words] "it's such a magical
time with the miracle of the lord Jesus being the savior and all.  I just
know that I'm going to finally be such a good mommy tonight myself and
finally get all pregnant for you to bare you just the most wonderful heir to
the family name and fortune."

 I looked down into my husband's eyes as I talked and smiled.  He probably
thought that I was thinking about him too.  Damn I was good.

 "You want me to get pregnant for you tonight, don't you dear?"

 "Yes..."

 "I want to get pregnant.  I want to be a good mommy and get myself all
knocked full of the most wonderful baby that I wanted for so long.  Even
before I ever knew you Michael, I wanted to be pregnant this way... Do you
know that?"

 I wonder if the fertility drugs were making me a little crazy too.  Seemed
the words I was thinking were just so damn funny may have been a little
goofy... oh well.

 "Y-you wanted to be a m-mommy."

 Michael's speech seemed a little slurred.  Maybe it was due to the Ecstasy
or maybe it had something to do with finally sensing just how hot I was to
breed and realizing in his complete ineptitude that he never could be man
enough himself for a women like me to get so fucking much in heat.

 "Yes... I am going to be a mommy tonight.  I'm going to pull your pants
down, dear."

 Michael would be extra humiliated if his little pecker was on continuous
display the entire time I was with my hung, black studs.  It would be so
funny if Mikey stayed up for the event too.

 He wasn't up yet.

 "Oh dear... seems little Mikey has a performance problem tonight.  Oh
goodness, what is a mommy to do, sweety?
 Looking at Michael I had a flashback to my wedding night, but first I had
to get out the Christmas joke first.

 "You know back to start it all, Mary got herself all knocked up with her
miracle baby when Joseph wasn't even around.  Wouldn't it be something if I
could get pregnant tonight without you?"

 I felt I was getting a little sacrilegious with my teasing inference that
the innocent Virgin Mary had maybe been some gangbang slut like me spreading
her legs for some Arab marauders when poor dumb Joseph was off being the
fool... than again, who knows.

 One thing that did seem pretty obvious was that my little reference seemed
to be over Mikey's head... damn him, this was all good stuff.  I'm not sure
what reaction I really wanted but suddenly it seemed like I wanted
something... different?  More???

 Maybe the more direct wedding tract that I had suddenly in my head would
work... "You know when you had this little... problem on our wedding night,
do you know what wifey did?"

 I felt the blood rush to my face... this wasn't exactly as I had scripted
it and in a way, I couldn't believe my own words but what was wrong with
letting Michael know now?  He was going to see for himself so much worse.

 I'm not sure if I even waited for Michael's mumbled guess before I heard
myself suck in a breath and tell my 'loving' husband... "When you couldn't
consummate our vows of faithful devotion dear, I just turned over to the
bester man to step in and perform your duties for you."

 Maybe the word 'bester' was a little confusing for poor Michael in his
state... or maybe he understood perfectly what I had said and sat in his
stunned stupor that his wife had just told him she played him for the fool
on night one.

 "He was black too, Michael."

 I'm not sure if I wanted a cry of anguish or outrage... all I got was more
of that hurt puppy-dog look as I quickly rambled on my spiel.

 "Yes dear... my wedding night celebration was a magnificent Afro-lover.
You don't even know what I'm telling you do you... You call them Niggers
you, limp dicked white fuck.  A nigger ape coon nailed me in my wedding
dress.  Those stains on it are his, baby... and I would have took his baby
to except he couldn't quite give it to me that first night..."

 "Y-you, fucking CUNT!"

 "That's it... where is the big, macho-Knight stud muffin who thought he was
such a big man when you were smacking me around this fall?  Huh... where is
the big white man who thought he was king shit in that fucking factory that
gives your worthless family all their lame-ass respectability?"

 I was off on a real tangent... I still hadn't given the signal to Deon to
come bouncing in with a ho-ho-ho to begin the process of making me be his
ho... willing white ho, fuckslut... but I guess it was good that he did jump
the que.

 I think Michael would have pissed himself right there if his little dick
was working for anything at all.

 "Is there a bad little boy in here that needs a lump of coal in his
stocking?"

 Deon was so fucking funny... it wasn't the line I had originally given him,
but I guess it was as good an opening as any.  I had played the scene out so
many times in undressed reversal for all the cold November and December
mornings leading up to this final command performance, that I was ready to
role with the show.
 "Santa, Santa... yeah Michael... look its Santa Claus and he says you were
a bad little boy and deserve coal in your stocking.  I hope I was a bad
little girl too and maybe this delicious, licorice Santa has a nice, big
lump of special Christmas coal he can stuff my stockings with."

 Michael said something or other but what the fuck did I care about him at
all as Deon was on my white ass with his hands up and around me taking me
like the bitch I was in his strong, hunky, black grip.

 "You be a fine, good little piece of white ass, Mrs. Knight.  Santa has a
special treat to stuff your stockings with.  Santa hears you want to be a
mommy again.  Santa and all his special helpers are going to make sure you
gets that white, little fertile pussy so fucked full of potent nigger seed
that you can give your hubby here the bastard you've been wanting to stick
him with for so long."

 "OH MICHAEL," I squealed in mock glee... or was it mock at all?  "Did you
here that honey?  You are going to get a baby after all, and this studly
black Santa Claus and all his magnificent nigger helpers are going to spend
the rest of tonight and all day tomorrow making sure to breed me just for
you.  We are going to have so much fucking fun that you just won't believe
those little peepers of yours but in case there is any doubt at all... I'm
going to make a movie of all this to share with our friends maybe."

 Michael seemed to say something else as I walked over where the camera and
copy of the wedding tape were.  Doesn't matter what he said though.  I was
in my own little world.  The use of the wedding tape to record over with
this new breeding was very symbolic to me... I love symbolism.

 I didn't recognize the nigger that came over to take the camera from me...
I guess he was one of Deon's friends.  He sure looked damn fine.  I opened
my arms and let him take me for a Christmas kiss with those big, thick
nigger lips.

 "Goodness... there isn't even any Mistletoe here Mikey?  Mmm... this Nigger
sure did kiss me though huh?  You know, when a nigger kisses a girl like me,
I know I've been kissed.  That isn't all they do either.  I'm not going to
have to wonder after I get fucked tonight like when you have your pathetic
little fun."

 I think Michael tried to spit at me... It was Tyrone that stood up to my
honor, as 'little' brother had come in the room with the first wave to nail
me.  It just really filled me with Christmas joy as my brother pimp slapped
Michael to teach him some respect and decorum.

 I quickly had to jam the video into the recorder and aim it to catch the
first action of the evening.

 "Smile honey," I giggled as I aimed the camera over to where my brother was
slapping my hubby and pressed record.  What a beautiful image, mmm...

 I handed the camera to the nigger that had come over.  Turns out later he
works in the industry so he was going to do a damn fine job with making our
Christmas porno-pageant for us.  I sort of only wanted the tape as I wasn't
sure what it was going to take to keep Michael under my thumb and pussy
after this night... part of what I wanted more than anything was to cuckold
Michael to my nigger lovers and keep taking his money.  I knew that
insurance collection was always an option [and I had boosted up Michael's
policy just in case,] but that wasn't what I really wanted.  The video might
help... it seemed to in some of those stories I liked on the net... who
knows what a racist honkey loser would put up with when niggers took over on
 him?

 The video was both practical that way, and also just symbolic like I
mentioned... other symbolism I wanted was the other items of my original
wedding promise to my husband.

 I really had wanted to stay the good wife, and I think I had... God wanted
me to honor him and I had for as long as he was a man on his end.  Now
though, if I was going to abandon the vows I had made, it should be in some
sort of ceremony too.

 I had asked Homer Johnson to officiate.  Michael had freaked that a nigger
was a man of cloth... it had actually been enough for the family to help
sponsor a second church in town where the white people could worship.

 Griff was in the room in the first wave too and it was him that started to
play the stereo for my strip.  I guess there were around ten or maybe eleven
niggers in all, sort of semi-circled around me as I began to do my little
grind [I hate to say it, but they really do all sort of look the same so I
couldn't really be sure how many I would be with... just that I would
probably be with them all more than once.  Anyhow, I felt like the center of
attention again, just like that first time when those men had come over to
see my mom way back when she was gone that afternoon for shopping.

 I quickly peeled myself out of those drab, respectable trappings of the
former, respectable Mrs. Knight and got myself down to just my special
Christmas Panties that Deon had bought for me to wear.  On the front in
Christmas green and red were the words NIGGER COCK ONLY with a little arrow
to my puss.  On the back, across my ass were the words WILLINGWHITESLAVE.

 I made sure to twirl slow so that Michael could get a good look at the
panties that now really summed up how things would be.

 I was so wet.  Even with the heat from the cracking fireplace, my nipples
were rock hard too... course, I guess that had less to do with whatever
little cool breeze may have been penetrating the insulation of the house;
and a lot more to do with the exciting heat being generated by my own lust.
I just LUVED how it was going.

 I saw one of my 'helpers' with the dress, but I tried to give him a look,
like to wait... I wanted to go closer to my hubby first to let him
participate as much as possible.

 Poor, little Michael.  He probably wanted to spit at me or even get up and
strangled me dead right than, but the corrective bitch slaps from my brother
had seemingly already educated him somewhat.  Mikey barely managed out a
little whimpery 'what a cunt, I was,' as I sashayed over to reveal just how
true that was.

 "Ohh, Michael.  I'm SOOO FUCKING WET.  You never got me this wet, did you
sweetie?"

 I basically climbed up onto Michael like one of them filthy little
lap-dancers, only I was even more blatant as I wanted my panties in hubby's
face.  Luckily a couple of those niggers were quick to clue in and came in
to steady me with a couple helpful hands on my ass and tits as I got
balanced up to do the grind.

 I pulled hubby's hair hard as I wet his face with my heat.  Sort of the way
I had always expected him to pull my hair so for just once, I could imagine
I was with a real man when sucking that little peewee of his... oh well.
maybe in hubby's next life he could use the lesson cause he sure wasn't
going to get another go at me in this one.

 I finally jumped back down and moved over to where the dress was.  I took
it and turned back to Michael.

 The dress had been in his family for years as a hand down.  I guess it was
a one of a kind exclusive and worth like the whole family honor thing in
addition to however priceless it may have been.  When I had originally
soiled the dress by letting Jamal finish all over me, Michael had been a
little pissed.  Of course, back than he had thought it was his sperm that
had been shot all over the well-fucked bride.

 "Michael... look... it's your mommies dress,"  I couldn't resist.  "Do you
remember what a beautiful bride I was in it?  I know it made you hard cause
I felt you on the dance floor,"  [that, was a lie... but than Michael was
small enough that those old jokes about guns in pockets or being happy never
really did apply to a whiteboy like him] I know you thought I was so
beautiful in this wonderful, white, virginal dress of your mommies when I
was promising myself to you.  Can you imagine how beautiful I was later up
in that hotel room with you all passed out useless and my nigger lover in
there standing over me so happily as I took his sperming all over this
dress?  The stains are nigger seed, dear... Do you think maybe your younger
sister can still take the dress when she is ready to marry?  I'm sure I can
find a bester man for her too."

 I had to laugh as Michael tried to get all fussy again at my taunts of the
dress and his sister.  The truth is I hadn't really thought about the sister
before, but now that I had mentioned her in a room full of horny niggers,
she was as good as fuck-bred too.

 Just so long as I conceived and delivered first to color this racist
family's good name.

 Tyrone was the one to quiet Michael down again as I waited to continue.
'Little' brother sure looked good... I was really beginning to get into the
idea of me and him.

 When hubby had finally shut the fuck up again after I peeled my panties and
tossed them over to Tyrone to stuff into Mikey's yappy-complainy mouth, I
was ready to proceed and shook out the dress so that everyone could get a
better look at the alterations I had made.

 Mostly I had shortened the dress a little... made some slits for easier
access to the brideslut, a couple of careful tear-aways at the cloth had
left room for my titties to get some exxxposure this time around too...
finally, I had taken a black marker and across the midriff of the dress, I
had written 'baby time here.'

 It had been a little hard to write over the sperm stains and all, but it
was worth it just to be a little more wickedly fun.

 I took the dress and pulled it back on to my naked body.  The slits and
cuts lined up nicely as if anyone but me even cared.  I think the niggers
just wanted to get to the fucking and couldn't have cared shit for all my
fucked up mellow-drama... and poor Mikey looked at about the end that he
could handle before he had to just shut down.  I sort of did wonder if I
would kill him before the night was through.  Oh well, if I did, than I
did... it would still be a life for a life anyhow since I was sure as hell
going to be conceiving this Christmas eve with my own little savior.

 Once in the dress, I asked for my wedding certificate.  I had seen all this
in a story once and thought it was so fucking deliciously twisted.  While
Michael watched, I took off my wedding ring that promised me to him and
wrapped it in the certificate.  I looked down at Michael and smiled.  "Guess
what I think of being your wife now, Mikey?"

 I had to allow myself a giggle as I walked off to the master bath.  I sort
of wished that maybe I could have went and did it like that story where the
girl had to eat her own certificate after her rapists had spermed on it, and
the hubby had than had wifey put the ring in some shit for him to eat...
that was too much though for a fun Christmas thing like I wanted though.  So
I just dropped the ring and certificate into the toilet.  I almost flushed
for Michael to hear, but I changed my mind with a better idea.

 When I got back out to the family room, I just gave my husband a little pat
on the head, "It was you dear, that put this marriage in the crapper with
your total failure as a man... I just finalized my acceptance of the end.
The ring is in the toilet.  I suppose some of these men here will be using
it before the night is done... Don't worry, if you really want to save your
precious family heirloom later I might let you go and get it out before we
flush later... maybe."

 I was so delightfully wicked.  This was all coming to me even easier than
it had in my dreams... but I had to admit that the fun and games were going
to have to end soon cause there was a whole other 'cumming' that needed to
start.

 I quickly made the signal for Homer to produce out the good family bible...
he read off his silly little vows I had written where I promised to be a
good mommy and get myself nicely knocked up... Deon promised to be a good
Santa and make sure the good, little whitefuck got herself breeded... than
it was time for us to have our merry night.


Chapter Four: CUM all ye UNfaithful

 Let Mr. Crosby croon all he wants for that White Christmas of his... this
little, happy-fucked girl got her Christmas wish fulfilled by Santa when she
got to go back to black and she don't ever gonna go black.

 It was all really so fun too.  After I had done the stuff I wanted with the
symbolic 'divorce' of my fidelity to Michael, and than the promise to be
fruitful and multiply with my new stand-in [stand-up?] replacement husbands,
I decided to be the good little wife and celebrate the season of brotherly
love as it was truly bent to be rung in.

 I had to giggle as I walked over to the tree and reached around to the back
for the special package I had wrapped up myself for Santa Claus.

 "Ohh, lookie here... Mikey we have a present for Santa.  Since you are all
tied up at the moment let this be the first gift I give my big, black Santa
Claus tonight."

 I took the package over to Deon and we embraced and kissed before he took
the small box and opened it.

 "Well look it this, Santa's little helpers. Looks like Mrs. Knight went and
got us some special Mistletoe belts.  Says this one is for me but I'm
suppose to make sure to share the other ones with all of you."

 Everyone mock cheered at Deon's words.  Or maybe it was a real cheer...
after all, everyone knows what you do under the mistletoe... and having a
belt made of the stuff to wear around your waist, right up above your...

 Well, I'm sure it isn't hard to see the possibilities.

 Santa quickly put on his belt and than that big, black belt buckle got
unhitched and down went his pants.

 "Well, Mrs. Knight," Santa spoke to me.  "Since you've been such a naughty
girl these past two weeks to poor hubby there planning this night out to
play him like a fool... maybe you should try to earn yourself back into the
good gracious of Santa Claus by obeying the rules of the season."

 "You mean kiss you under the Mistletoe, Santa?  But... but, you have it
right before your big, chocolate candy-cane.  Would I really get back in
good with you if I kiss you down there?"  The words were to Deon, but I was
looking at Michael when I said them so corny.

 "If you want that special Christmas baby, you are going to have to get back
in good with me, you little whiteslut... If you obey the rules of the season
and kiss me and my helpers under the Mistletoe you will get a nice reward as
we will all get up our tools to build that special gift in your belly that
you want."

 I made sure to giggle as much like a little girl as I could as I dropped to
my knees.  I had to make sure Michael didn't get neglected though as so much
of the pageantry of all this was strictly for his benefit.

 "Oh Santa, what a big cock you have.  Is it like that story of the Big, Bad
Wolf and your cock is so big just to fuck me better?"

 "Just kiss me, now you little bitch."

 Deon pulled me on and I started to suck.

 "mmmphh... sluuurrpp... mgghphh... choke... ugggghh"

 I loved how a nigger cock will respond so fast to a cocksucker's
attention... even if they do get too big to be a comfortable mouthful at
even half mast.  Deon must have been so eager to finally make it official
and nail me cause his dick went rock hard pretty much the instant it parted
my ruby, red lips and speared into my wet, willing mouth.  There isn't
really any danger with a nigger like Deon applying a Christmas glaze to a
little cocksucker's face like mine, unless he wants too... niggers like Deon
can hold off better than that when they know their potent, baby-growing seed
is needed for the fertile, unprotected pussy waiting to be conquered...
still, though I knew the temptation to paint me a sticky shade of white on
this sacred holiday night in front of hubby would be tempting to any nigger,
so I quickly went to pull off.

 Luckily Deon let me and didn't just take hold of my head to hold me in
place as would have been his right.

 I gasped to catch my breath as I turned to Michael with the mess of my spit
on my chin and teased him, "Oh Michael... I never choked on your little
peewee.  Half the time I wasn't even sure I actually had it in my mouth,
it's so pathetically small.  And did you see how fast Santa got it up for
me?  That is how a real cock is suppose to work."

 The next nigger to suddenly step in front of me was another one I didn't
know.  Oh well, from what I saw under the belt he was wearing sure made me
want to get to know him... and get to know him I did.

 Griff was next.  I had been with a boy before, but only when I was younger
myself.  I sort of had forgotten how... enthusiastic they were.  I felt his
cock throbbing after I had only been kissing it for a couple minutes or so.
I would have pulled off, but Griff seemed to want to give me a swallow so
since my hair had me in place I just braced for impact as the nigger gave
the back of my throat a sticky coating on the way into my belly.  It wasn't
the proper direction to ever get at my waiting eggs, so I was a little
perturbed, but there was just so many damn, studly niggers there, that
wasn't no way I wasn't getting out of this gang-fucking without being bred
good and proper,

 I sucked off  the good Reverend next... is that kinky?  I heard that they
are suppose to take a vow not to have a women or anything and mostly all
they fuck is little alter boys.  I don't know.  Homer seemed to enjoy my
talents though and he followed the example of young Griff my holding me in
place until I had sucked him all the way off.  The good Reverend though
pulled out when he shot to give me a Christmas glaze all over my pretty
white face.

 Those Mistletoe belts were in pretty quick demand after that and things
blurred a little.  I hadn't really planned to spend so much time with the
joke but everyone was into how talented I was taking all that big, black
cock.  Also I think that the niggers were realizing with so many fuckers
there, once the main event happened, most of them would have hours till they
got at me again even if I did go to three holes-no waiting mode.

 More and more of the niggers weren't saving their loads as I did the
Mistletoe thing with them... and I was starting to feel really messy all
soaked in so much sperm.  I wondered if anyone had the same 'Frosty' the
snowman images in their heads as I looked more and more like a snow-ho with
that sperm getting thicker all over me from head to toe.  I would have been
like some sort of glorified sperm-sickle if they had booted my white ass out
into the front yard there and left me in the cold for the neighbors to see.

 and it wasn't even close to over... Samuel was actually the first damn
nigger to think to put the belt on backwards.  He was always a clown like
that back in the old neighborhood.  He knew I didn't exactly get into all
that but Santa was watching and the deal is that a girl does have to kiss
the boy under the Mistletoe.  Luckily Samuel is big enough that after
kissing his big, black ass for awhile, I was able to just reach between his
legs and pull his cock back to suck.

 The one nigger I kept waiting for was Tyrone,  I wondered if it would be
different with him being my brother and all... weird thing is that unless I
just lost him in all the confusion I don't think he took a turn with the
belt.  I guess he was saving all that potent seed of his to try to
impregnate me.

 Speaking again, about getting me impregnated, I was more than ready...
seemed most the niggers who wanted me to suck them off had finished up and
so I was thinking maybe we could get down to business... still, no matter
how much control a whiteslut has going into these things, once you have a
house-full of horny niggers, sometimes they have their needs that have to
rightfully take precedence.

 As much as the earlier stuff with the wedding gown had been symbolic to me
[by the way, you should have saw the cum stains after I had worn it for all
the Mistletoe belt cocksucking action]  niggers have their own acts of
symbolism in such situations.

 I guess maybe it is cause loser whiteboys like my hubby Mikey are always
saying niggers are just animals and coons and such.  If you are going to
wear the label...

 In the animal kingdom the dominate male pisses to mark it's territory and
what belongs to it.  From the first time I was ever with a nigger I knew
they loved nothing better than having a white bitch on her knees while they
mark her proper.

 So I was expecting it... and it was no big deal for me when Ahmend told
everyone to hold the fuck up cause I was so fucking slippery and sticky in
my soaking of sperm that I needed a shower fore the fucking could take
place.  Michael seemed a little put off for it.

 Just to share with him, I went over to the chair and dropped to my knees
right in front of Mikey so he could catch some on the splatter.  Than I
closed my eyes and opened my mouth as the hosing commenced.

 You can imagine the state of that wedding dress after that... not to
imagine the $20 000 family heirloom Persian Rug I had knelt upon.

 It was time to get out of that dress anyhow... I draped it over Michael's
head, but made sure not to cover his face so he would miss out any of the
further action.

 Everyone knew I now belonged to these niggers, body and soul.  The group
pissing was powerful in how much it just gravitated the situation that much
more.  Got to hand it to these niggers... they know how to get a whitetrash
hottie ready to go.  It's all just foreplay to them... niggerstyle foreplay.
Another thing that lots of niggers simply love to do even if the bitch is
already willing and wanting, is to get all rough on her.

 Guess maybe it goes back to those slave days when some white freak on a
power trip thought it made him a big man tying some proud black stud to the
post for a whipping.  That had been so ridiculously wrong.  Payback though
was something that was quite righteous.

 A girl never knows just how hard a nigger will be on her white ass, but one
thing any little whitebitch should understand is that if a nigger decides he
is going to beat the fuck out of you, than you are going to get that fuck
beat out of you and no amount of crybaby complaining is going to change it.
I had a pretty good idea that some nigger or other would want to play on my
ass with some paddles or something like a latter day drummer boy, so I had
told Deon that if this was unavoidable, at least tie me to the Christmas
tree to keep the motif going.

 A couple of the niggers had made sure to give me a pull of the hair, of
rudely bump me around with their legs into my face or whatever as I had
sucked them and token the pissing.  It was pretty obvious at that point that
many of them were anxious to abuse me a little further so I gave Deon the
signal after I dropped my dress.

 "You been real good so far, Mrs. Knight.  You are going to almost be ready
to get that Christmas Baby after all, but just to make sure that you have
been properly punished for being born white in the first place instead of
black like your child will be now... you need to get yourself whipped."

 "Do I Santa?"  I tried to sound like I was trying to get off... niggers
that are into things like this are always happier if they don't think the
bitch is a little pain freak herself.  I'm not... I mean, I understand what
the ceremonial whipping and stuff is all about, and it does make me think
more highly of my lover if he is man enough to do his fuck this way, but
still... it does hurt.

 "Do I really need to be whipped to prove what a willingwhiteslave I am to
all you gorgeous, black studs now and how willing I am to fuck all of you
until you sperm in my unprotected pussy so I can have a baby to celebrate
the season of brotherly love with you?"

 Deon kind of caught be by surprise with a slap to my face... I guess I have
to admit that he is one of those niggers that gets off on the rough stuff.
Oh well, it wouldn't be the first time I had gotten an eye blacked by a
black... it gave me a better color anyhow.

 Deon and Jamal worked together to tie me to the tree... not having any
overhanging branch, it wasn't an ideal whipping tree, and I kind of got
pricked by the pines and a little covered in tree sap all over my naked body
as I bared my back to shoulder the burden of white crimes in days long ago.

 I liked when Deon told everyone they would have to use the Santa belt as
they punished this little whiteslut for being such a filthy little fuck...
the belt was sort of one of those novelty type ones and it wouldn't be
leaving much in the way of scars even if those niggers could still get off
as I whimpered and wiggled from the sting of the mock-leather.

 I could just barely see from the reflection in the open window who was
stepping up to me from behind.  I guess the only real noteworthy thing
though was that Tyrone actually took part.  Damn him, you would think with
me being his big sister, that he wouldn't whip me.  I wonder if things were
reversed at home too, and it was my mom that was over his lap for the
spankings?

 Of course, I had to do the lap thing too, to finish up with the B&D scene.
Santa got the honors after I got loosed from the tree... I crawled over
submissively on all fours the future father to be of my child...

 "Santa am I punished enough to get my Christmas wish of a baby from your
big, black cock?"

 Deon grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to my feet... than he sat back
down and took me over his lap to paddle my white ass, with his strong black
hands.  FUCK... I ACTUALLY CAME AS I GRINDED DOWN ONTO HIS BLACK HARDON UP
AGAINST MY WHITE BELLY.

 We needed to fuck, and we needed to fuck bad.

 Deon's cock was actually leaking precum as he threw me back onto the
mattress that had been drug to the room from the master bedroom.  It was
always nice for a nigger to fuck and breed the white wife in her own
husband's bed.  Meanwhile, I wanted it in the 'family' room for the
symbolism of the name and the Christmas motif and everything... anyhow, if
you can't take the party-favor to the marital bed, a nigger can always bring
the hubby's bed to the little wifey-fucktoy.

 I certainly didn't mind that they were using my marital bed to breed me
in... and I didn't even mind that Deon's big black cock was leaking precum,
as long as all the real potent stuff wouldn't blast until that babymaker was
deep in my pussy and ready to do a search and conquer mission with my
waiting fertile eggs.

 I wish I could make the fuck as glorious in words as it was in reality.
Maybe someday the video can be available for purchase... one hot white naked
babe and so many hard, hung nigger studs taking a turn jumping her while she
begs each and every one to seed her and breed her with a baby.  Wouldn't
that be the hottest selling education tape?  So many unfulfilled white
bitches out there don't know what they are missing... and all the white boys
could use the total understanding why not a single one will ever measure up.

 mmm... God did I ever cum when Deon was in me, telling me that Santa was
going to be cumming,  'YES-YES-YES SANTA, DO ME, BREED ME,  STUFF MY
STOCKING SANTA WITH YOUR BUNDLE OF BABY JOY!'

 It was so beautiful that I was able to cum in my own acceptance of his
superior nigger seed at the same time he gave his grunt of victory and took
me as the mother of his newest little bastard.
I opened my mouth so we could kiss as lovers do... not like some prostitute
ho that doesn't kiss.  Fucking can be without emotion but baby making is
just so special and a white wife has to kiss her nigger breeder when she is
conceiving in front of her husband.

 "Oh GOD, YES!  SANTA, YES... I'VE BEEN SUCH A GOOD GIRL... GIVE ME MY
CHRISTMAS BABY... I WANT TO BE A GOOD CHRISTMAS MOMMY JUST FOR YOU."

 I felt so fucking good as that potent seed was planted deep into my womb.
I just knew I had been totally impregnated.

 'Oh Michael... did you see the wonderful gift Santa just gave me?  Even
though I get it here at Christmas time, I can spend the next nine months
making it better and better while you watch.  Won't it be wonderful when we
share it with your family?  They can all be so happy that I'm finally going
to be a mommy.  We won't tell them that you didn't help.  We could... it a
way it is a miracle baby... our own little savior to teach this family all
about brotherly love.  Just like the 'virgin' Mary got herself impregnated
without Joseph... I'm just like her."

 I knew I was sort of really risking that blasphemy stuff with such talk,
but who is to say that isn't the way Mary did it?  I mean Arabs aren't
really full niggers or anything but for a little Jew girl back in Nazarov,
they probably were about the closest things that slut could have spread her
legs for there... or maybe not.

 Anyhow, I'm pretty sure Deon fathered his child into me with that first
fuck, but when I saw that Tyrone had won the right to throw the second fuck
into me, I hoped I had at least one other egg in there for his sperm to
find.

 It was time for me to get to 'know' my little brother... in the biblical
sense of the word.

 Tyrone was certainly not so little... as mom had told me in the letters, he
was large even by nigger standards.  His technique was nothing too special.
Basically he just told me to 'spread your legs, bitch,' and than he was on
me humping away.  I tried to give my brother a good ride and wrapped my
long, white legs as far around his muscled black ass to get him into me as
deep as I could get him... not sure if it was my way of trying to give his
sperm an edge in getting an egg, but maybe...

 Tyrone really seemed to have a load for his big sister.  I felt several
splurts of that potent seed blast into my womb and knew that he had just
sent over a million of his soldiers on a seek and destroy mission to breed
me.  I once studied in school that a guy's sperm is like designed to kill
other sperm so that it gets to breed the bitch.  I thought that was so cool
that my brother's sperm was at war to get me knocked-up now... I almost wish
I could have waited before I let any more competition get into the mix.

 At least Jamal was next... it was a chance to right the wrong that this
nigger hadn't knocked me up on my wedding night.  I wanted to bring that
back up to Michael, but there was still the chance Michael might go get
Jamal fired... sure Michael would get the fuck beat out of him, if he ever
tried to do anything against any of these niggers, but that wouldn't get
Jamal his job back and let him keep fucking all those newlywed white brides
at that hotel.  Jamal was really into kissing me anyhow so I couldn't talk
all that much even if I wanted.  It was like he REALLY wanted to be the
nigger to knock me up.

 It kind of made me feel bad that I didn't cum on his cock like I had for
Deon and my brother.

 Seems a study I once saw said that a married women is more likely to
conceive with a lover than her husband... like she wants the best father for
her children.  Even though the girl cumming isn't necessary for conception,
a women's orgasm is a sign she want's impregnating.  I had certainly wanted
Deon to father with me, and the kink of Tyrone had got me off too... as much
as I wanted Jamal's belated wedding gift though, I think deep down inside I
was showing preference to my first two breeders.  I still faked an orgasm
though as I had the third load of seed added to the mix.

 Best thing about the gangbang, is that a bitch can't pin it on any nigger
for child support or such shit... that's why niggers love to group breed a
whitefuck... and if she is already married than there is a fool to handle
the bills and diapers anyhow.

 There was so much cock Christmas eve.  I was allowed four hours sleep in
the wee hours of the morning but Christmas day was spent on my back too...
or on my knees... or in some pretty crazy other poistions too.

 After the first ten fucks, no one got exclusive honors with me anymore... I
was sandwiched and Oreo'd in pretty much every combination and position any
of us could think of.  We just totally fucked around that Christmas tree and
even if there were no jingle bells jingling, after the party... we all knew
in nine months that there would be baby rattles rattling.

 Poor Michael... he spent his Christmas watching Mommy fucking Santa Claus.

the end [for now]

a word from mkarl... sorry that I haven't been all that productive the last
six months... I actually have been writing in the time I could, but the
hassles of making a living have really impacted on my available time for
creating these works of interest to me.

I'm actually hoping there might be potential to turn this hobby into a
living.  Might take months or even a year till I get a library of new
material ready to launch with taking into account the limited time I have to
write when so much goes to the labors of earning a living... with any luck
though and whatever support is out there, I hope to have a new option for
fans of my stories sometime in the new year.

Anyone interested in finding out more or giving me some encouragement to
soldier on with such a project can write me at mkarl2000@hotmail.com  I'm
having a problem finding time to answer my mail as timely as I was formally
able to but I try to get to all of it at least every two weeks if I get a
day off and don't spend it writing new material.

happy holidays.
from

Leta and Michael
December 2000

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