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    It all started out harmlessly enough. Jack had invited

    DeWayne and Suzie over to our house for dinner --

    again! I never particularly liked these occasions. I

    could see that DeWayne, ungrateful that Jack had

    befriended him and promoted him to a supervisory

    position, was resentful of his young boss's position in

    top management while he was still blue collar.


    He tried to hide his envy by constantly making off-

    color jokes and little references to their having grown

    up together in the same working class town. My husband

    Jack, on the other hand, just liked his old classmate

    and paid no attention to the jibes.


    I, however, couldn't help but bristle. I did not mind

    Jack having remained friends with one of his black

    employees, but I didn’t like the way the guy always

    leered at me. DeWayne was aware of, and reciprocated,

    my dislike for him by making jokes at my expense.

    Tonight he was on one of his favorite subjects.


    "So, Jack-boy, when are you going to be puttin' a bun

    in the cute little oven of the prissy little white girl

    you married? I'll guarantee you, the lovin' gets a

    whole lot better when a woman's got your baby in her,

    making her belly swell up! They just can't get enough

    of the cock that knocked ‘em up ian't that right,

    Honey?"


    He grinned and reached over to pat the prominent bulge

    in his blonde wife’s tummy. Suzie just giggled and

    snuggled closer to DeWayne, stroking the bulge in his

    pants she’d put there. "Guess that's one reason I’ll be

    givin’ her number four as soon as she pops this one for

    me!" Affecting street jive was another of DeWayne’s

    annoying habits.


    Jack just laughed. "Katherine is up for junior partner

    this year, DeWayne. Not a good time to be starting a

    family. Besides she's is not really the 'mommy type.'"


    I was grateful that Jack was sticking up for me,

    although I knew that part of him DID wish I stayed home

    cooking, cleaning, and taking care of a houseful of

    babies, as his mother had done for his father and his

    seven brothers and sisters. I knew, too, he wished I'd

    meet him at the door each night in a teddy and high

    heels, eager for him to fuck my brains out, as that

    airhead Suzie obviously did for DeWayne.


    But I treated sex cautiously. If I let myself be too

    enthusiastic, I could wind up like MY mother. She had

    trained for years as an architect, but could never say

    no to Dad when he had that gleam in his eye. I had seen

    the arrival of one younger brother and sister after

    another delay and ultimately derail her plans for a

    career. I had inherited her wide hips and ample bosom

    and I was probably just as fertile.


    I was afraid even one a drop of semen at the wrong time

    would knock me up. I loved to fuck, as Mom must have,

    but worrying so much about getting pregnant put a crimp

    in Jack's and my lovemaking. Not being able to take the

    Pill was another inheritance from Mom.


    In fact, the more success I had as a lawyer, the more

    cautious I became. Even with rubbers, I seldom let Jack

    fuck me within a week of my "danger zone." Subtracting

    out my menses (Jack's problem not mine <sigh>) and the

    uncertainties of a rather irregular period, there

    weren't many nights I could relax and just get fucked.

    Nor -- knowing how easily I get turned on -- could I

    risk giving Jack head or letting him eat me in between

    times.


    Of course not wanting to be a tease; I tried to keep

    Jack from getting too wound up when I wasn't going to

    be able to satisfy him. I always dressed

    conservatively, seldom showing off my long legs and

    nice boobs in the frilly blouses, miniskirts, and

    strappy heels men love. Fearing my own romantic

    reactions, I steered us away from candlelight dinners,

    wild parties, and going out dancing.


    I avoided wearing the sexy lingerie and sleepwear that

    Jack kept giving me for our anniversary and Valentine's

    Day and I had to be pretty careful about snuggling up

    close at night; it would have been too cruel. In a

    word, I steered clear of all those things that the

    women's magazines advise for putting the "spark" into

    your marriage. I didn't want any sparks starting a fire

    I could not control.


    DeWayne roared in laughter at Jack's comment. "Katie

    not the 'mommy type?' ANY woman is the 'mommy type'

    Jack-boy, once she's getin' fucked properly."


    Jack rolled his eyes; at least he got that insult. "Maybe

    you're not doin' a good enough job on Miss Society

    Girl. I'd say you could turn ole Katie into a regular

    baby factory once you go her going. Look at those hips!

    Plenty of room in there for twins or even triplets. And

    those hooters? Man, that girl could make enough milk

    feed quadruplets. How about it, Katie?"


    He leered at me, knowing how I hated for him to call me "Katie."


    "Isn’t my boss enough of a caveman to throw you down

    and fuck you so good you don't know or care whether

    he's knockin' you up or not?"


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

    line."


    "Sorry. Just my honest opinion."


    I was fuming, meanwhile, feeling my hatred for DeWayne

    burning in my chest. I was actually glad Jack was mad,

    too, but -- unfortunately -- he calmed down later when

    DeWayne apologized and promised to come around -- while

    Jack was gone on a business trip -- and help me clean

    up the garage. I tried to wave off that suggestion --

    furtively raising my hands in an "X" behind DeWayne’s

    back -- but Jack didn't seem to notice.


    When DeWayne and Suzie finally left that night, I

    helped Jack pack and the next morning I kissed him good

    bye for two weeks. Knowing we might miss the next

    "safe" window I decided to risk getting a couple of

    condoms ready, hoping to get a nice "good-bye" fuck

    that morning. Jack, however, was in a hurry and left me

    feeling pretty horny. Of course, I knew that wasn't the

    only reason; I was always horny in the middle of my

    cycle.


    Damn that DeWayne, I thought, remembering what

    he'd said about me; I feel so fucking horny...!


    It annoyed me that DeWayne had my number; Mother Nature

    had given me a body made for making babies and a libido

    to make sure I had lots of temptations. I got out the

    vibrator once I was alone, but it just made me hornier;

    I felt like I had an itch I couldn't scratch.

    Obviously, Mother Nature didn't agree with my brain's

    decision to wait about making babies.


    Later that day, DeWayne came over. He was actually well

    behaved at first. Together, we cleaned out the garage,

    and he carried a lot of our junk up to the attic. I had

    to admire his clean, strong body. It was kind of weird;

    although I didn't really like DeWayne, I wore a tight

    T-shirt, shorts, and strappy white high-heeled sandals

    -- exactly the kind of thing I never wore for Jack.


    I don't think I was actively trying to be a tease -- it

    was probably just my cycle, making me a little crazy --

    but I sure got DeWayne’s attention. Several times, I

    caught him glancing at my breasts, and nice long legs.


    "How about a drink?" DeWayne suggested around lunchtime

    "I brought some sherry."


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


    "Ten years."


    "Must be expensive."


    "Aren't you worth it," DeWayne grinned, feigning to put

    the bottle back in its bag.


    "I'm worth it," I said -- with a whine that actually

    surprised me. Wound up tight as I was, I enjoyed a nice

    sherry or cognac now and then. Obviously, it was

    something Jack had let slip.


    "I guess we'll see," DeWayne said, taking the bottle

    out again.


    While DeWayne poured some glasses, I put out

    some chips and sandwiches, and both of us sat down on

    opposite sides of the bar in the middle of the kitchen.

    We were talking about nothing at all, but I got a

    tingle seeing him glancing at my chest as we ate.


    The fortified wine went right to my head; I actually

    felt pretty good, knowing I was turning him on. I was

    every bit as sexy as his blond wife and a lot smarter.

    The sherry must have been older, than he said --

    probably as old as I was -- perfectly blended with

    aromatic gushes of fruitiness. I drank two or was it

    three glasses, and felt the numb happiness of

    intoxication slowly come over me. I was no longer paying

    attention to what DeWayne was talking about. Down

    between my thighs, I could feel my pussy getting wet.


    "You okay, Katie?" DeWayne asked.


    I tried to concentrate -- but I just ended up laughing

    when I tried to keep a straight face. I twisted my feet

    in my sandals -- the high heels hooked over the rungs

    of my barstool -- and felt completely silly.


    "Tha's...good sherry," I admitted, drunkenly, "but... it mus' be

    more 'n than ten years old."


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

    hour."


    "Tha's... a lot."


    "Yes, I'm sure it is, but then as you said, you are

    'worth it!'" DeWayne said ominously, suddenly standing

    up and walking around the bar. Although I hadn't

    realized it, he hadn't been drinking nearly as much as

    I.


    "I can't stand up," I said, trying to lift my heels

    over the rung of the barstool. DeWayne just smiled,

    kneeling down to unbuckle my sandals. Coming loose from

    my feet, they hit the floor -- 'clunk... clunk'. Then

    DeWayne stood to face me, reaching right out to cup and

    squeeze my boobs.


    "Boy that stuff works fast."


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


    "The drug I put in your drink, Katie," he grinned.


    "They said it might take another half hour to hit you,"

    he replied pulling me closer and nuzzling my neck.


    "Drug?" I asked stupidly.


    "Yes, just a little something to loosen up the in-

    control wife of my boss to release the big horny girl

    in you," he replied taking firmer control of the breast

    he was molesting.


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


    "I think I'm going to fuck my boss’s horny little

    wife," he said, leaning in close to nuzzle my neck.


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


    "If you're not horny, Katie, why are your big boobs

    getting so hard?" I hadn't even realized when he put

    his hands inside my blouse. "Do you always get turned

    on so easily?" he taunted.


    "No, it's just that ..." I gasped as he continued his

    attack.


    I wanted to stop him -- to scream, and cry out

    "No!" -- but my arms were lead-heavy, and offered no

    resistance. Shocked, inside my own skull, I watched him

    reach around to unfasten my D-cup bra, then felt my

    breasts fall loose and heavy on my chest. Oh, damn, it

    felt good!


    "Those are some nice tits," DeWayne said, cupping them

    both in his hands, "made for sucking." He bent down and

    took my breast into his mouth.


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


    "Do you want me to stop?" DeWayne asked, rubbing my

    nipples with his thumbs; "If you want me to stop, why

    are your nipples so hard?"


    By then, I was pretty well creaming my shorts; I was horny

    as hell, and desperate to get fucked. But, no -- ! I thought; not with

    HIM...!


    "Why do you keep fighting it, Katie?" DeWayne said.


    "You must be really horny to let your husband’s black

    employee feel you up like this. It does feel good,

    though, doesn't it, Katie?"


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


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


    "Make sure?"


    "Yeah, Katie baby! Let's see how wet you are," DeWayne

    just grinned.


    Reaching down he grabbed my shorts and

    started to slide them slowly off my hips. Despite

    myself, I helped him -- lifting my butt off the

    barstool. But he didn't stop with my shorts; as those

    fell down around my ankles, he slid off my panties as

    well, leaving me completely naked and vulnerable before

    him.


    "Oh, you're a wet little thing," DeWayne said, rubbing

    my pussy with his coal dark fingers, and then slipping

    his middle finger into my hole. "You're all gooey

    inside, like a pussy that needs a prick."


    I gasped with pleasure, looking helplessly into his

    eyes.


    "Fuckin' A, girl -- you're leaking like a sieve! I

    guess ole Jackie-boy didn't give you any cock this

    morning, did he? This poor pussy must need some help,

    eh?"


    "Uuu No!" I was trying to fight the feelings, but one

    of DeWayne’s large black hands on my nipple and the

    other in my pussy was driving me crazy.


    "If he knew what a hot little piece of ass you are,

    he'd have you knocked up higher than a kite!"


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

    cried.


    "Well, it might be that I'm a nice guy who knows you're

    a horny little slut who isn't getting the hard dirty

    sex you need from my nice respectful boss." His fingers

    in my cunt had me on the verge of orgasm. I could

    hardly think.


    "I mean, that's what you are, right

    Katie? A slut? Would a cool career woman and proper

    wife be just about to come on a thick black finger in

    her hot fuck hole?"


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

    further.


    "Would a nice society girl beg someone besides her

    husband – a Black man -- to make her come with his

    hand?"


    "Noooooooo" I moaned longer and louder.


    I tried to focus -- to think of something that would

    scare him off. "Don't do this, DeWayne,” I said -- even

    as he rubbed my creaming pussy, "I could swear out a

    complaint against you so fast, it would make your head

    spin..."


    "Oh, the feisty lawyer!"


    "I'm-(unph!) -- not kidding! This is battery... Ah!"

    His hand hadn't left my pussy as I spoke


    "So you want me to stop?" DeWayne asked, slowing his

    caress of my clit. "You don't want this, don't need

    this?"


    Suddenly his finger was still. I felt my heart

    racing, and blood draining from my face; he had me, and

    he knew it.


    "Oh...please...!"


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


    I was crazy with lust; I would have said anything, just

    to keep him going. "Oh God, DeWayne...please, please

    ...!"


    "'Please' what, Katie?"


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

    won't tell anyone...!"


    "I know you won't! Now, show me what a slut you are. Do

    it!" he barked.


    "You see, I'm not a 'nice guy!' I am

    sick of you looking down your nose at me and my hot

    white wife 'cause she is a stay-at-home mommy for our

    two and a half bi-racial kids while you think you're

    too good to give my wimpy ass boss even one baby. So,

    if you want to come as bad as I think you do, that's

    gonna change."


    Then -- to my utter surprise -- he scooped me up off

    the barstool, and lifted me into his arms. I was

    terrified but aroused -- he was obviously bent on some

    kind of payback -- and I was still too high from the

    drugged liquor to resist whatever he might have

    planned.


    Carrying me up to my bed, he settled me on top of the

    bedspread, then leaned over me to handcuff my wrists to

    the bedposts. When had he set that up? I was quaking.

    DeWayne left me for a moment to strip off his clothes

    revealing his chiseled black torso. Triumphantly,

    DeWayne returned to the bed, hovering over my naked

    body.


    "Before I finish, you little slut," he said,

    "you're going to beg me to make a black baby in you.

    I'm going to make a tape of this afternoon, and an

    edited version will make sure you keep as many black

    babies as I put in your belly."


    Incomprehension must have passed over my face.


    "Yes, 'as many;'" he grinned. "What I put in your drink

    was a fertility drug. Getting cool little lawyers hot

    is just a pleasant side effect."


    Finishing removing my blouse he said, "Let's see those

    tits you always are hiding from Jack."


    "No...!" I cried, twisting against my restraint. My

    brain, meanwhile, was only just grasping the magnitude

    of his plan. My God, I thought, he's going to

    knock me up, then blackmail me into keeping his baby!


    "Oh God, DeWayne, " I screamed, "please don't make me

    do this! I'll suck you off -- I'll make it good -- I'll

    make you come!"


    "Indeed you will, Katie, in due time. Now just shut

    up," DeWayne said, pushing my knees apart.


    Practically feeling the bulls-eye on my womb, I watched him bend

    over me again, then start to kiss my tits and belly. I

    went wild, well aware that my cunt was drooling with

    hunger. He rubbed my pussy again, then lowered his head

    between my legs, his thick dark lips sucking and

    lapping at my juice-slathered hole.


    I'd never allowed Jack to eat me, rightly fearing the

    loss of control, but now, against my will, I found out

    just how nice it is.


    "Ah, fuck!" I cried, helplessly

    feeling his tongue take me over the edge to a climax.

    Like a raging fire, pleasure swept through my pelvis

    and abdomen, and I tried to thrust my hips against his

    face, even as he ate me to orgasm after orgasm. Finally

    -- thankfully -- he let me rest.


    With his black face wet with my cum, he looked up at me

    triumphantly. "Wound up enough, little girl?" he

    taunted.


    "I think I can lose the handcuffs ... you're

    not going anywhere." A moment later, he unfastened the

    cuffs, then returned to my pussy. I was startled -- I

    didn't think he'd go at it again. Involuntarily I

    wrapped my legs around his head, clawing at his hair

    with my fingers.


    "Oh, fuck! Oh fuck!" I screamed; "Make me come...!"


    My climax was all the harder imagining if someone could

    see us -- see a young lawyer reduced to a woman in rut,

    getting just what she had denied so long she needed. I

    wailed as his pink tongue stabbed into my overheated

    pussy, and nearly passed out from one long continuous

    orgasm.


    While I was still recovering from my fourth (?) orgasm,

    DeWayne slid around so his hips were over my head, and

    I soon found his thick black cock in my mouth. It was

    nice -- a seven-inch baby-maker, bigger than Jack's,

    and oozing pre-cum. I could feel its warmth when I

    started to suck it, something I hadn't done for a man

    since Jack and I were dating. Feeling my lips and

    tongue on his shaft, DeWayne humped his hips to fuck my

    mouth.


    I wondered if I could sate him or make him incapable of

    knocking me up. I hoped so, and gave him all I had,

    bobbing my head up and down beneath his dangling shaft,

    and trying to pull all the dangerous sperm from his

    heavy-hanging nut-sack. He gave me as good as he got in

    the meantime -- licking and sucking at my puss -- but

    soon I could tell he was going to come.


    "Oh, fuck," he said, stiffening; "swallow it, bitch -- if you

    don't want Hubby to find out."


    Suddenly, I felt him start to come -- squirting across

    my tongue -- and I winced as I tried to keep sucking

    him. I really did feel like a slut now -- rivers of

    spunk poured into my mouth, creamy-thick and bitter --

    and I finally had to take his cock out of my mouth so I

    could swallow his load. It felt slimy, sliding down my

    throat, but I swallowed every drop, holding his still-

    oozing cock off to one side.


    "Not bad, for an amateur cocksucker" DeWayne commented

    cruelly, looking down at me.


    "Once we've got that little tummy of yours nice and round,

    we'll have to make this a regular thing."


    Spent -- for the moment -- he went back to sucking my

    pussy. My hopes rose, but his mouth on my sex was so

    arousing I hardly realized I, too, was playing with his

    black cock, making him hard again.


    Yet another orgasm flooded over me and when I opened my

    eyes DeWayne had turned around to lie down beside me.


    "Like this," he said and pulled me over on top of him.


    "So there'll be no doubt you wanted me to fuck you and

    make you a mommy," he laughed, helping to lift me up on

    my knees.


    I was still giddy from the drugged sherry and my

    orgasms, but I managed to guide his cock-head into the

    mouth of my pussy before I sank down on top of him,

    letting the large black shaft sink suddenly deep inside

    me.


    "Oh, you're so big, so hard!" I whimpered, starting

    to hump him.


    "And you're tight," DeWayne replied; "your white hubby

    really don't fuck you often enough."


    I blushed, embarrassed. My big boobs were bouncing on my

    chest now, but I still felt numb and drunkenly stupid -- a

    poor slut aching for his black cock.


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

    "I felt that!"


    "That's your womb," DeWayne said, pushing his helmet up

    against my cervix, and playing with my clitoris. "It

    wants a black baby."


    I felt dizzy; I didn't want a baby, did I? But I wanted that

    that cock -- it felt heavenly! I leaned forward slightly, and

    let him start to suck on my tits. "And my baby's gonna love

    these, too."


    "Oh, DeWayne, " I said, grinding my cunt into his

    crotch; "you're making me come...!"


    "Yeah, bitch -- being a mommy will calm your hot lawyer

    ass down. Now beg for it -- beg for me to give you a

    baby."


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

    in me!"


    "I don't know," DeWayne said, teasingly slowing his own

    thrusting; "Do you really want a big pregnant belly? Do

    you want to waddle around with big milky boobs ready

    for nursing? Then show me, show me you want to be black

    pregnant."


    "Oh, you bastard," I cried, feeling tears rolling down

    my face. "I've got to have it! Fuck me! I'm coming...!

    Can't you feel it? Oh, fuck...!!!"


    He couldn't help but feel it; my pussy going into

    spasms – my traitorous body clutching and sucking at

    his cock for the seed that would make my tummy swell.

    Arching my back, I pushed down hard against him,

    feeling his thickness pulsing inside me. Afterward, I

    still ground my hips against his, but I looked away

    shyly. I felt ashamed, having come for him like that.


    "Good girl," he crowed, grabbing my hips; "You came

    hard, like a woman ready for a baby, a BLACK baby for

    this little white pussy!" He groaned -- tensing every

    muscle in his body -- and suddenly I felt a rush of

    wetness between my thighs.


    I could feel his penis throbbing inside me, and

    suddenly I came again, realizing I was actually letting

    him fill me with sperm -- pulsing jets of warm, thick,

    baby-making seed -- directly into my belly. He came

    pretty hard himself -- I felt the overflow spilling

    down my thighs -- and I murmured with pleasure, knowing

    my fertile womb was soaked with sperm.


    Leaning forward, I kissed him. But even as I sat there

    impaled on his weapon, I cried, too, knowing of the

    terrible thing he had done to me, the terrible,

    wonderful thing I had let him do.


    It had been good -- maybe the best fuck I'd ever had --

    but now guilt washed over me as we broke our kiss, and

    I lay my head against his chest. Poor Jack, I

    thought, slipping into unconsciousness, poor

    Jack...!


    When I woke up later, I felt Jack on me, inside me,

    pumping me hard and deep. It was wonderful! How could I

    have denied this to him -- to myself -- for so long?

    But then -- my head began to clear -- I realized it

    wasn't Jack in me, but DeWayne, rock-hard and up to his

    balls inside me again. Already on the edge of a climax,

    I was too far gone to resist him.


    I simply looked up -- stunned at my own helplessness --

    and watched him use me for his grinding, humping

    pleasure. His balls were slapping my ass -- his

    testicles swollen with sperm, eager to soak my womb and

    fertilize my eggs -- and I came despite myself,

    wrapping my legs around his powerful black waist.


    He seemed to like that; thrusting especially hard, he

    ground his cock into my cunt until his own climax

    broke, then pressed in deep to squirt his sperm again

    directly into my clutching, wet, unprotected pussy.


    “That should do you!” he grinned triumphantly.


    I must have dozed off again but when I awoke I lay

    there lazily in bed with tow loads of DeWayne’s come

    oozing out of my pussy as my husband’s employee calmly

    got dressed, picked up a satchel to leave. When he bent

    down to kiss me goodbye, I accepted it, but I felt

    incredible shame, too.


    **


    Three weeks later, my period hadn't come. If I didn’t

    panic, it was probably because I knew all along I’d be

    pregnant. But as I looked at the EPT, the enormity of

    what I had done hit me all over again: I hadn't just

    cheated on my husband, I'd cheated on my husband with a

    black man and let him make me pregnant.


    Yes, I’d LET him, and nine months from now the whole

    world would realize what I'd done! I hid my tears and

    my fears behind a smile when I told Jack. He was a

    little confused by the calendar manipulation and the

    week of feigned enthusiastic sex I used to persuade him

    that, "accidentally," he was going to be a father, but

    he was too overjoyed about that to think critically.


    Unfortunately, he was only going to be a daddy. I

    didn’t have the heart to tell him own employee had bred

    me. I could only hope that somehow, between that day

    and the day I gave birth, I could summon the courage to

    tell him the truth.


    **


    I wish I could say that letting DeWayne fuck me was a

    one-time thing, but it wasn't. He had done things to me

    no man ever had, so -- even as my heart sank with the

    horror of what I had done -- I was simmering with lust

    to have DeWayne inside me again. The day I called

    DeWayne to tell him the news, I didn't need to be high

    or drugged to want him again.


    As he had said, I couldn't get enough of that king-

    sized cock that had made me pregnant – and he know it.

    In the next weeks I found myself going to his house

    dressed like a slut to turn him on, strappy sandals, a

    short skirt -- and no panties.


    One time when he saw how hot I was, he just bent me

    over the back of his living room couch and slam-fucked

    my tight little pussy. I came all the harder knowing his

    pregnant wife was downstairs washing the diapers of his

    other babies.


    DeWayne was not busy during the early part of my

    pregnancy, so he had plenty of time to screw me almost

    every day, often more than once. At my second

    appointment with my gynecologist, I learned I was

    carrying twins. DeWayne was overjoyed the fertility

    drug had been so effective.


    I was stunned but that didn't keep me from letting him

    screw me silly that very day. Usually DeWayne would

    come to the house soon after Jack left early for work,

    and he'd send me off to my law office with a pussy full

    of spunk, even when I started wearing the mini

    maternity dresses that DeWayne liked and that made the

    other women in my office so jealous.


    Once I let him fuck me in the courthouse, during a

    recess in a libel trial. For a pregnant defense

    attorney (four months along, I looked more like six

    months), I dressed pretty raunchy -- with a short

    dress, high-heeled sandals and white stockings. But it

    was actually a pretty good choice; the male jurors

    couldn't help but stare at my legs during the

    prosecutor’s summation. DeWayne, watching from the back

    of the courtroom, made hand signals.


    I almost couldn't wait for the judge to bang a recess

    so I could slip into an unused office and let DeWayne

    bang my tight, pregnant pussy. It was certainly

    exciting to feel his wetness trickle out of my pussy

    and down my leg as I made the closing argument. I

    wonder if the jury noticed?


    The prospect of DeWayne’s cock inside me made me do

    things for him I'd never do for Jack. He showed me a

    dozen positions I'd never imagined, and I giggled as he

    got me out of all those sexy things I'd never wore for

    Jack. I came to love swallowing his come, and I let him

    eat me for hours on end.


    With Jack, on the other hand, I felt no desire; maybe

    it was guilt, or maybe DeWayne was just fulfilling all

    my sexual needs. Fortunately, after a few frustrated

    weeks Jack became very understanding of his pregnant

    wife's quirks, and soon stopped pestering me for sex.


    **


    Almost 9 months later -- with my belly swollen huge and

    round with the twins -- my world had come upright. My

    dangerous, embarrassing affair with DeWayne had ended

    when the company sent him on temporary assignment out

    of town. First in desperation -- then with real feeling

    -- I'd started letting, then demanding, that Jack fuck

    me two or three times daily.


    He was surprised, but thrilled to have the horny wife

    he'd always wanted. I was enjoying sex with Jack as

    never before, practicing with him all the things I'd

    learned with DeWayne. With practice, Jack was getting

    as good with his tongue and DeWayne.


    With my babies due in a few weeks, and a junior

    partnership waiting for me once I went back to work, I

    would have the best of both worlds -- motherhood and a

    career.


    Some of my friends from work (plus Jack, DeWayne and

    Suzie) gave me a baby shower at our home. DeWayne and

    Suzie stayed behind after the other guests left, and

    DeWayne was clearly pleased with both of us sporting

    big bellies that he was responsible for. Although Suzie

    was now pregnant with number four, I was amazed myself

    at how much bigger I looked than she.


    Even seven months along, she was almost trim beside my

    ponderous bulk. "Looks like you two have a lot in

    common," DeWayne said, playfully rubbing my belly. The

    babies reacted by kicking -- perhaps sensing their

    father's presence.


    "So," DeWayne said to Jack, "You must be happy with

    Katie going to be a mommy of twins. That going to keep

    her at home long enough for you to start her on the

    next one?"


    Jack sighed. "I tried to talk her into it; the way my

    business is going, she doesn't have to work. But ...

    looks like we're out of the baby business for a while,

    she's hiring a nanny, and plans to stay with the law

    firm."


    "Well," DeWayne said, "Maybe she'll still change her

    mind. Motherhood does things to women," he added,

    ominously.


    At that point Suzie asked Jack something and they

    wandered away. When he saw we were alone, DeWayne

    turned on me. “What’s this shit about going back to

    work and feeding the babies formula? These are MY

    babies,” he said, placing his large black hand on my

    protruding belly, “and they deserve real tittie milk!

    “I've had enough of this 'career-woman' nonsense from

    you, Katie. If you don't want Jack to find out what an

    adulterous slut you are, you're going to leave your job

    and be a stay-at-home mommy! And I don’t want to hear

    you're refusing to give him all the hot dirty sex a man

    needs, either."


    Suddenly, I was trembling with fear -- especially

    considering how intimate we'd been. Hadn't he done

    enough to me? "No, DeWayne," I said, summoning my

    courage; "Your dirty game is over. You won’t have to

    tell Jack; I already plan to. It won’t be easy, but we

    love each other and he’ll forgive me. Let my ‘friends,’

    family, and co-workers think what they will. I have to

    accept that anyway. And while we’re being so honest...

    maybe it wouldn't hurt to tell Suzie, too."


    Suddenly, I heard a laugh in the hallway. "I know all

    about you, stuck-up bitch!" Suzie said, coming into

    view; "Whose idea do you think it was to get you

    knocked you up with DeWayne’s black babies, anyway?"


    “Yeah, but it was my idea to tape all your afternoons

    of ‘fun,’ DeWayne grinned.


    “I even have the very first time at your house when you

    were riding me, begging me

    to make you pregnant with my babies, the babies you’re

    going to nurse ‘til the next ones come along!”


    DeWayne started unbuttoning my blouse and whispered in my ear.

    "Come on, Mommy. Let’s see those baby feeders."


    "Yeah," said Suzie, "get some practice. I'm busy with

    three already, so you can help me out with this one."

    She smiled as she rubbed her seven-months-pregnant

    belly. "It's only fair."


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


    "Sweetheart," Suzie said with a cold smile, "maybe you

    were too busy letting my husband fuck your little white

    brains out to remember, but right after DeWayne got you

    black pregnant you weren't taking very good care of

    your poor husband. Seeing that cute little bulge every

    day, Jack was even hornier than you usually left him!

    Well, one day I let him 'accidentally' see me with my

    blouse open breastfeeding little Jennifer. Of course I

    had 'forgotten' to wear panties that day and only had

    on a little smock, so he might have seen some hot wet

    mommy pussy, too," she smirked.


    "Before he knew it, I had him nursing from my other tit.

    From there it was easy to get him to suck my pussy -- the

    way you never let him -- until he was drunk on girl cum. Then I put

    his neglected prick in my well-used cunt, and fucked

    him like you hadn't fucked him in years!"


    I was stunned -- which Suzie seemed to enjoy. "See, I

    don't think it's right for even a white husband to go

    without sex when there's a fine piece of tail right

    there in front of him. I gave Jack what he needed, let

    him empty his balls in me every morning, while DeWayne

    was over at your place, fucking his little mommy-slut

    silly!" She paused to look lovingly at her swollen

    belly.


    "Of course *I* like it bareback, so this one is

    probably Jack's."


    "You ... bitch!" I spat.


    "No, darling, I'm not a bitch. I'm just a normal, sexy

    young mommy -- like you're going to be from now on."


    "The hell I will!"


    "Suzie's right," Jack said, suddenly walking into the

    room. "Things have changed and it time you started

    getting ready to be a proper mommy."


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


    Jack looked smug -- an odd look for him. But it was

    DeWayne who explained the situation.


    "You can't really blame Jack," he said. "After Suzie

    seduced him, we arranged it so I would 'catch' him

    fucking her. That was our opening for showing him the

    tapes. Honestly, he couldn't believe his luck when he

    saw what a slut you could be." I blushed red with

    embarrassment.


    "But I told him to play it cool, and he

    could have a horny little stay-at-home mommy wife, just

    like I do."


    "This is ridiculous," I said, looking at the trio in

    disbelief; "Do you have any idea how many laws you

    people have broken, DeWayne?"


    "I don't care, Miss EX lawyer," Jack leered. "You may

    think they’re enlightened, but I’ll bet you don’t want

    your old friends, your boss, and your family seeing

    DeWayne’s tapes. Believe me, honey, there are scores of

    better-than-porn scenes of you in bed with an

    unidentifiable black man and not one of them looks like

    rape!"


    I looked from one to the other of their faces, seeking

    escape, but there was none. My career-girl world was

    collapsing. Reeling, I dropped into the nearest chair

    in resignation, my milk-swollen breasts seeming even

    heavier with the weight of my surrender. Ever-

    determined, DeWayne stayed close to me to lift my top,

    and lowered his lips to my left tit. I felt milk begin

    to flow. Suzie and Jack grinned as they saw the shock

    of unwanted pleasure cross my face. DeWayne’s hand

    slipped between my legs.


    I wanted to feel mad -- to lash out for what they had

    done to me -- but somehow, the sensations of my

    erstwhile lover drinking happily from my breast, his

    hand in my moist pussy starting me on that familiar

    rollercoaster toward ecstasy, I felt my anger dissolve.


    THEY had conspired, but it was Mother Nature –my

    uncontrollable need for sex, my deep urge to make

    babies -- that had defeated me. Nursing the man, I

    started rocking his head like an infant and cooing with

    pleasure as abundant, fat-rich milk squirted from my

    boobs and his black lips drank it down hungrily.


    "It looks like it's working!” Jack exclaimed, looking

    at DeWayne in admiration.


    "Didn't I tell you?" Suzie giggled. "You can count on

    my man! Now come here, lover! I need a good fuck,” she

    growled.


    *****


    It's been a few months now, and Suzie and I are nursing

    three newborns; she had a hungry boy. The constant

    stimulation of three tiny sucking mouths on our breasts

    keeps us quite horny and makes us eager for DeWayne and

    Jack to fuck us all the time. Since two guys can only

    do so much (and they do have to work, sometimes <g>),

    Suzie and I also get together for girl/girl fun almost

    daily.


    Sometimes we have foursomes with our men -- when

    Suzie's older kids are asleep. (We keep the babies

    around for inspiration.) I love seeing my husband drive

    that fuck-happy little blonde crazy with his cock --

    when her husband isn’t doing the same to me! Of course

    our horny husbands never use condoms, so with all the

    sperm they're pumping into our tummies; we'll probably

    BOTH have twins next time – Lord know what color!


    Sometimes I still think about my old life and plans,

    but I know those times are gone forever. Some of my

    girlfriends were shocked when they saw the rich café au

    lait skin of my daughters but they were curious when I

    hinted how I’d been turned on to black meat.


    Thanks to DeWayne and his little brother, LeRoy,

    several of them are now happily expecting little brown

    babies of their own. For me, I love playing with and

    nursing my beautiful little girls and could never give

    up the hard, frequent sex from two men I'm getting now.

    The other day, Jack told us he and DeWayne intend to

    keep Suzie and me pregnant, horny mommies for years to

    come.


    We just patted our little bulges, kissed each other,

    and giggled.


    The End