Accidents

Accidents (MC, Fdom, preg, humor) By Homer Vargas (Vargas111@yahoo.com) [Acknowledgement of inspiration to CDE and John Feer] I just cannot understand why Diana keeps having so many "accidents" since she has become my wife. Before, she never ... I guess that's confusing, so let me start over. My name is Steve and I'm a retired military officer. For copyright reasons, I can't tell you my last name or Diana's maiden name. I had been in love with Diana for many years before she finally and suddenly accepted my long-standing proposal of marriage. Besides the length of our courtship, starting back during WWII, there is nothing too unusual about that. What's unusual is that Diana, although I didn't know that was her name at the time, is a superheroine. I can't be too explicit, except to say she's a woman who is wonderfully stacked, wears a skimpy star-spangled costume, and goes around saving the world. Well, I actually do a good bit of the saving, but she always gets the credit. I think the TV crews just love to zoom in on those DD boobs as she hands the mad scientist, alien monster, or political terrorist over to the authorities. Take the caper just before we married. Something, a meteorite supposedly, had crashed into a remote ranching area out west. Soon reports began arriving of women in the area being molested by some sort of creature. International Defense Intelligence Agency sent me and the superheroine I loved to investigate. I interviewed the women while she scoured the area for the spaceship, for that's what IDIA now thought it was. The stories I got from the women were all similarly vague. A creature, described always as large, dark, and humanoid, attacked women when they were alone. The descriptions of the creature were all pretty disgusting - snouts, multiple limbs - but the women didn't seen upset about the attack. None could remember much, but they got a kind of happy, dreamy look on their faces when they tried. Stranger still, several of the husbands pulled me aside later to tell me that since the "attack" their wives had been acting quite odd, not that they were complaining. Let me transcribe my notes of one typical statement: "It's great, buddy! Suddenly Mary Jane wants to do it all the f_ _ _ ing time, I mean like EVERY DAY. And I used to have to threaten to let my mother move in with us to get a BJ; now she's turned into an addict. She loves to kneel there in front of me and suck on my rod. I swear, I think she orgasms just from having it in her mouth, although she sometimes says it's too bad I have only one! She doesn't get tired, but she does get so worked up that she just has to get f _ _ _ed. She begs me for it. And before she would never let me eat her; now she can't get enough of that, either, except she gets so worked up and wants me to ... like I said." "Hell, she wants sex so bad all the time I've been able to get her to act more like a woman, like ditching all those goddamned pantyhose and ordering a bunch of sexy stockings and bras from the mail-order catalogue. And I've got her actually wearing the sexy pajamas I've been buying her for Valentine's day and anniversary since we married. When we go out square dancin' she wears skirts short enough to make my buddies envious, and around home, she just runs around in scanties." "But the best thing, and this was her idea, she says she's going let me knock her up again, like I've been wantin' to ever since our youngest went off to school. From the first time we f_ _ _ ed after the attack, she didn't make me wear a condom. She's promised to quit her job at the bank and stay home raisin' me a whole 'second family.'" I just hoped the maternity ward in the little community hospital could handle the business! I finished the interviews in less than a day but Diana hadn't come back to the Hotel, (separate rooms Unfortunately just at that moment, the creature gained the upper hand, somehow being able to flip Diana over so that he was now on top. I was now able to see his advantage. Besides two strong arms he had two tentacles growing from his chest and he was using them to torment poor Diana's breasts. Worse, I hadn't noticed when he did it but he had gotten yet another tentacle in her, er, feminine parts. The pain must have been terrible for Diana was incoherent, screaming, "Oh, no, not my tits! Uuuuuh! Great Hera you're big. You're splitting me in two. AHHHH!" I saw my poor Diana suffering terribly, but I could do nothing. She was flailing her head from side to side and moaning so that I couldn't get off a clear shot. Then the creature went rigid shuddered and threw himself down onto Diana, letting out an ear-splitting roar. Whatever he did must have hurt Diana, too, for she screamed too and passed out. The creature remained on her for a few minutes and then crawled off, a huge satisfied smile on his disgusting face. I incinerated him instantly with a blast from my IADI-issue laser pistol. Diana was still only half conscious when I got her back to the hotel and cleaned off gob and gobs of a sticky blue goo that the monster had leaked all over her. There even seemed to be some in her er, feminine parts, because after cleaning her up, more kept oozing out and running down her leg. Strangely while she was unconscious, she had a big smile on her face, maybe because she realized she was safe with me. Stranger still was her reaction when she regained consciousness and I told her about killing the monster. She must have still been in some kind of shock, because she broke down, sobbing, "But he was so good, so big. He was the best!" It was almost as if she had lost a lover. She soon came to her senses, however, and several weeks later Diana, my secretary, who had always been IDIA's contact with its resident superheroine, had a message from her for me. "She has surprise for you, if you'd like to meet her at my house for a drink after work." Since I knew Diana was a respectable woman and nothing untoward would happen, I accepted. When we arrived and closed the door, Diana gave a little twirl and suddenly, there was the woman, the superheroine I loved. Giggling like a schoolgirl, Diana explained that she and my superheroine heartthrob were one and the same woman. "I'm the surprise." That was when she told me that after that last rescue, she had thought it over and had decided to marry me, "And let you take care of me all the time, darling." I was so happy that I got a little carried away drinking wine and, I'm ashamed to admit, we wound up having sex that night even though we were not married yet. At least I guess that's what happened. The last I remember Diana and I were in bed and she pulled down her star spangled tights and let me worship her, er, feminine parts. The next morning she told me I had been wonderful, but that we mustn't do it again until the honeymoon. I agreed that was the proper thing, but I did wish I had been able to remember doing the improper thing for the first time. I'd barely moved in with her, a surprisingly large house for her salary as a secretary, and started planning the wedding, when Diana had another surprise for me. "Darling, we're going to he hearing the pitter-patter-putter of little feet around here!" she told me. I was a little confused, wondering if it was possible to make Diana pregnant on just one night when I couldn't even remember "doing it." But Diana was so happy, I had to be happy for her too. I remembered the night we made love the first time (I guess) she had told me she wanted to have lots of little ones and that I'd better like being married to a pregnant woman, because that's how she was going to stay. I liked the idea, I just never expected it to start so soon. Diana still insisted that she should "save herself" (at least what was left) for me until the wedding so we couldn't have sex, but that oral sex, at least me licking her, er, feminine parts didn't count. I pointed out that a recent US President had said that blowjobs don't count as sex either, but Diana was adamant that good girls didn't do that until after they were married. (Unfortunately, I later discovered she believes that decent wives don't do it either, at least not with their husbands.) I think this was about the time things really started to get weird. My fianc?e was still very much the superheroine, flying off thither and yon, leaving me to take care of the house and wedding arrangements. But whereas before she was always successful in her exploits, now she came staggering home defeated time and again. She admitted that when she faced a criminal, or terrorist, or alien life form, more often than not, she wound up with some sort of male organ in her. She said that my being there to soothe and lick the spawn, or seed, or ichor out of her poor battered, er, feminine parts with my tongue showed how much I loved her and made her love me all the more. Eventually, I began to suspect that the sexual abuse by her opponents wasn't exactly involuntary. "OK, it's the pregnancy, darling. Just thinking about having an offspring inside me makes me horny all the time. As soon as some villain pats my toosh or squeezes a tit or slides a finger or tentacle into my, er, feminine parts, I just get so aroused, I have to let him have his way with me. For example the Octothorian I tried to capture last week. I struggled as hard as I could. It was so terrible darling! It has its disgusting tentacles all over me, and I do mean all over me...." It came out that her defeat at the hands, or assorted extremities, of these foes even included giving the BJ's she denied me. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but when I have a big drooling organ in my face I just have to suck it. Seems I'm just so weak when I'm around a powerful male of any species." That did not make me feel too good, as Diana was not too weak around ME to keep telling me to wait until after the wedding. She did relent, however, and agree to get me off with a hand job after I'd cleaned up her spawn, or seed, or ichor-filled, er, feminine parts especially well. Once she started to show, she did slow down and stopped accepting off-Earth assignments to battle sic-fi monsters. The constant defeats were doing nothing for her reputation, anyway. "Slowing down," on the other hand may not be quite the right word. She was involved in an undercover operation that she couldn't tell even me anything about. It consisted of her dressing in mufti, spikey heels, tiny little miniskirts made shorter by her growing belly, and garish makeup, and going out to bars and clubs several nights a week. When I told her she looked like a slut she just kissed me. "Do you really think so, darling? Oh, thank you!" Worse than the whorish clothing she had to wear on these assignments, was the way she came home after them. Her make-up would be runny, her skirt and blouse torn and soiled, runs in her stockings and her hair disheveled. She never came home with panties, if she left with any. Diana looked like she'd been f_ _ _ ed six ways from Sunday, which I guessed she had been. When I asked her if she wasn't just going out to f_ _ _ guys for fun, she became really hurt. "How can you say that darling? It's true I have a weakness for big macho types because of the pregnancy, and I do sometimes get carried away and let several guys do me one after the other, but YOU are the only man I love. YOU are the man who is going to marry me and who will be the daddy of all our children," she pouted. That did make me feel a little better, but I was still frustrated that so many other men were getting to f_ _ _ her pretty, er, feminine parts and I wasn't. The only good thing was that at least the f_ _ _-sauce I lapped out of her, er, feminine parts tasted better now. (Some of those aliens had REALLY foul-tasting goo!) Well, another good thing was that I had gotten so good at eating her, er feminine parts, that she was letting me do it even when she wasn't full of some villain's come. Then, too, she was giving me hand jobs more regularly now and seemed to be growing attached to my "cute little thingie." As Diana's belly swelled, her "undercover" activities became more extreme; sometimes she didn't come in for days, especially when she had to work Shriner conventions and frat parties. I asked her how it was she was able to f_ _ _ up a storm with out loosing her superpowers but she explained that since she was being overpowered by lust caused by the pregnancy, she wasn't really "giving herself" to a man. "They just take me," she giggled. Still, I was concerned enough by her activities to insist on accompanying her to one of her visits to her gynecologist. The large bald head and leering eyes of Dr Lexlu Thor (if I got his name right) didn't inspire confidence in me, but Diana certainly liked him. As soon as we got into his office she fairly flew into his arms and got a very un-professional looking smooch. He wasted no time beginning his examination, grabbing her ass and beginning to palpate it even as they kissed. "So how's my big preggy girl?" he chuckled. "Let's have a look at that [feminine part]." I had always thought that the patient undressed herself privately and slipped on some kind of gown, but Dr. Thor was helping Diana shuck her clothes as quickly as possible, as if he were eager to f _ _ _ her. "Man o man, Diana," he marveled and he ran a tape measure around her bare belly, "Another two inches since last Tuesday. I think you'd better be prepared for a multiple. And these jobbies!" I though he was feeling of her breasts in a rather too-friendly way as he shook his head in admiration. "What are you up to now, honey, EEE? I guess you're ready for however many little mouths you have to feed." Laying her down on the examination table and putting her feet up in those stirrups, he began an intense examination of Diana's breasts. She didn't seem to mind, for whenever he asked how it felt, she just moaned, "Oh, good, soooo gooood!" Proclaiming himself satisfied with the development of her breasts, Dr. Thor moved on to inspect "your business end." I was rather alarmed at the size of the instrument he began slowly to insert into Diana's, er, feminine parts. At first I thought she found it uncomfortable, for she was grunting and moaning, but once it was all the way in, and the doctor began rhythmically moving it in and out until she became used to it, she seemed to find it almost pleasant. "Oh yes, speculum me, speculum me!" she gasped. I was even more surprised to see what came next. Dr. Thor was asking how well and how often she was orgasming when he seemed to take seriously Diana's jocular reply, "Why don't you 'come' see." Apparently this optional part of the examination consisted in the doctor inserting his fingers and then his tongue into her, er, feminine parts, just as if he were giving her oral sex. Her reaction, repeated, screaming, spasming climaxes were similar, too. I was a little hurt; I though she could only come that hard with me, but I supposed that he was a women's doctor and had the practice of doing this with several women every day. I'd never seen a gynecological examination before. Eventually I was able to get in my questions whether it was wise for Diana to continue going out at night, letting all kinds of strange men f_ _ _ her. "It certainly is NOT," he replied and looked down at Diana frowning. My heart skipped with joy. "You know what I've told you, my dear, you MUST confine yourself to the really big, well hung ones. They're the ones who can can stretch you an give you the massive orgasms that are so good for what's in here." He gave her naked tummy an affectionate pat. Diana said she was trying, but sometimes the best she could do was am eight or nine incher, although she admitted they didn't do much for her. Lexlu Thor looked pensively at her for a moment and wrote out a prescription. "I'm afraid, my dear that you've reached the stage where you need more reliable stimulation than picking up guys hit or miss in bars and clubs, even inner city ones. The Stanley Orgasmatic is just what the doctor ordered, fifteen inches and 750 watts of pure pleasure for your [feminine parts]!" Then he asked her if she was ready for her weekly lubrication. "Oh baby, am I!" she responded. As well as I can make out, Dr. Thor believed that the, er, feminine parts of a pregnant woman needed to be "lubricated" frequently with male semen. I'd never heard of that, but medical science is creating new wonders every day, so I didn't object. Diana' legs were still obscenely splayed on the table and to my surprise, the doctor merely dropped his pants, walked up, and thrust his male member directly into Diana's rather moist, er, feminine parts. Apparently she was eager to get the procedure over with rapidly because she was imploring him, "Faster you b _ _ _ _ _ d, faster! Lubricate me, lubricate me! Oh, s _ _ t yes, oil my gears!" After the doctor delivered a rather astonishing volume of lubricant into Diana's, er, feminine parts, I expected the procedure to be complete, but such was not the case. Lowering the table and releasing Diana's feet from the stirrups, he had her turn onto her stomach and raise her ass so he could apply lubricant from a different angle. I had to admire the doctor's thoroughness and wondered how many years of medical school were required to develop his technique. As he vigorously lubricated her again, it looked remarkably like what some of my friends had called a "doggy f _ _ _." I knew this was deeply humiliating to Diana, notwithstanding her moans and grunts that might be taken for enjoyment, and I realized just what sacrifices a mother was willing to make for the good of her child. When she came again, I cried for joy and pride, thinking, "You're a wonder, woman." Diana was almost comatose when we left the clinic. I had to leave her unattended as I received the astonishing bill: Gluteal Examination $ 35.00 Disrobing $ 45.00 Table prep $ 25.00 Abdominal cadaster $ 75.00 Breast examination ($15.00/cup size 9 x 2 x $15) $270.00 Observation by SO $100.00 Standard lubrication $100.00 Underbody lubrication $150.00 Total $800.00 It certainly was a detailed bill, if on the high side, but I didn't argue, being in a hurry to get Diana home. I knew that after a session like this afternoon, I would have a big job of soothing on my hands, or rather, all over my face. I have to say that Stanley Orgasmatic was a godsend! The undercover assignments practically disappeared as Diana became too busy with her new friend. She still liked me to wake her up with a tongue in her, er feminine parts, but as soon as I leave to make breakfast, I notice the lights dim when Diana poweres up that monster for the first session of the day. I've had to install three-phase wiring for our bedroom as a safety precaution. The rest of the pregnancy proceeded tranquilly. Diana ate -- Lord how she ate -- and came and slept. God she looked beautiful in that over-stretched lycra costume, the panties soaked with her, er, feminine parts-juice, peacefully zonked after a multi-orgasmic encounter with Stanley. She must have put on 50-60 lbs. and I was hoping that she would keep most of the gain in bust and hips. Diana was about seven months gone when we finally got the wedding arranged. Dr. Thor gave the bride away. Diana looked so gorgeous as she waddled down the aisle on Lexlu Thor 's arm. They say all brides are beautiful and that all pregnant women glow. Diana's beauty was incandescent! The honeymoon, on the other hand, left a lot to be desired, from my point of view. Diana was very sorry, but at that late stage in her pregnancy she just didn't feel like doing it with me. I could have understood that, but she DID feel like doing it with the resort's bell boys, lifeguards, and assorted beach bums. The only saving grace was that she didn't let them see her in costume. They never dreamed that the horny pregnant bride they were f _ _ _ ing was the superheroine they'd been masturbating over for years. Diana went into labor only days after we returned. She seemed happy enough when they brought in a pink, very healthy looking boy, but kept looking at him intently, as if searching for something. She had no sooner plugged one of those amazing breasts into the infant's mouth than she let out a whoop of joy. "Oh, Steve, darling, look. Look!" At first I didn't see what she was talking about. Them I did and my heart sank. From the middle of his chest had sprung two small, but active tentacles that were wrapped around Diana's breast. "Isn't that wonderful, Steve? He can morph! He can morph just like his fa ... Oh, darling, aren't those the cutest little suckers you've ever SEEN? Our boy is going to be sooo popular in High School with the cheerleaders. You have no IDEA what it's like being kissed while having your titties tickled, your clit licked, your, er, feminine parts filled, and your bum hole rogered simultaneously!" Admittedly I did not. Still I was miffed. "OK, Steve, I can understand you are unhappy not to be the father, darling, but you'll be his DADDY. You'll teach little Stevie to hunt and fish and play baseball. And I'll teach him to feel up the little girls on the school bus and get into his teachers' panties." I was not really mollified, wondering how I'd feel about him fielding an infield fly with gloves on each of four upper tentacles. I guess my unhappiness showed. "Don't worry, sweetheart, Steve Jr. was just an accident. It happens to lots of couples, the wife gets pregnant a little sooner than they were expecting. We'll just have to be more careful in the future." I could have pointed out that it was SHE who needed to be more careful, but I said nothing. "I don't believe it! He's so little!" Diana exclaimed. "Look, already a little drop!" I looked to see what she was talking about. Sure enough, at the tip of Stevie's little third leg, a drop of green goo had formed. Even as Stevie continued to nurse from Diana's bloated tits like there was no tomorrow, Diana reached down and took the drop and brought it to her lips. "Oh, it's so good! Just like his fa... Oh, oh,ohhhhhh!" she suddenly exclaimed. I had heard that women sometimes became excited when nursing, but this wasn't excitement, it was a f _ _ _ ing come! The air reeked of sex and I immediately knew my duty. Even as the aftershocks were dying away, I had my mouth onto Diana's, er, feminine parts, sucking as vigorously as Stevie was upstairs. Once Diana was home from the hospital she promised to be faithful from then on and to let me make her pregnant next time, but before I got the chance she was off on another superheroine adventure. I was left to give little Stevie his formula every three hours (God how that kid could bawl!), change his diapers (God how that kid could s _ _ _!), and take care of the house. When Diana got back - battered but beautiful - I was eager to at last f _ _ _ my sexy wife, but it was not to be. "Not, yet, darling, I'm still sore from that mean old android. Who'd have thought that a machine could f _ _ _ so well!" Certainly not I. His metallic phallic goo tasted worse than Thugurian swillseed! By the time she was fully recovered from her adventure, she had another surprise. "Looks like I've had another little 'accident,' darling," she tittered. "How can you call this an 'accident,'" I demanded "Well, I'm sorry, but how was I to know that yummy thick goo it squirted in my twat was Joker's GM semen?" "Yummy?" "Well, of course I had to taste it before I could let some out-of-control machine fill my, er, feminine parts with who knows what. What kind of and easy lay do you think I am?" I didn't know what to say, then or since. All I know is that except for that first time (?), I've not managed to get my prick into Diana's well-used twat. Nevertheless, she had made me the daddy to quite a menagerie of offspring, human and otherwise, one accident after another. The End Comments, please to Homer Vargas vargas111@yahoo.com Sherry's Mom 2 (MF, cuck, preg, ir, humor) By Homer Vargas Vargas111@yahoo.com [Note: Mother Debbie, the famous advisor of cuckold husbands, is the creation of CDE. He has generously let me borrow her in order to help yet another woman in need. Thanks CDE! Also, I acknowledge inspiration from Dee Dee, wherever you are now. :( ] Hello, out there on the World Wide Web. This is Mother Debbie with another addition of my Internet column for those of you who need the kind of advice I offer. Some months ago I got a letter from "Sherry's Mom" who was having trouble getting her daughter to cuckold her wimp husband so she could get pregnant. The trouble was the influence of her goody-goody little sister, Joyce. I had some ideas about to deal with the unfortunate situation and I am happy that "Sherry's Mom" has written back to tell me how my advice turned out. ***** Dear Mother Debbie, You are a genius! That dumb sister of mine is finished as an "example" for my Sherry. I took care of her, good! Let me tell it from the beginning. Well, I followed your advice and started getting closer to Joyce, inviting her over for lunch occasionally and sometimes meeting her for a drink in the afternoons. I told her of my worries about Ralph. Not only did she NOT share my concerns; she was horrified that Sherry was fucking "like a minx" (once a week?) without protection and thought she was damned lucky NOT to be pregnant. And although we were getting to be better friends, I was making no headway when I occasionally hinted that Joyce ought to get herself a hunky young lover and start letting him fuck her silly. Fortunately, about this time I had met Leroy, a big, bad, gansta rapper who was now fucking my lights out so often and so well I hardly had time to worry about Sherry. Still, I did mention to him one time wanting to loosen up Joyce. "Nuttin' loosen up a marri'd white woman faster'n a big black cock in her pussy," Leroy opined. I'd certainly been feeling a good bit looser since Leroy had been reaming ME with his beautiful fuck pole (my Dan is in heaven with the amounts of cum I bring home for him to lick out), so I had to agree. From this conversation emerged a plan. Leroy knew of a club in a small hotel owned by a brother -- superficially decent and in a good part of town -- where white wives went to meet their black lovers. I figured I could get Joyce to go there with me. "Din ya puts dis in 'er drink," he said handing me a small envelope of white powder. "Makes a woman hornier'n a skunk." A little taken aback, I asked if he'd ever put that in MY drink. "Yose ALREADY hornier'n two skunks," Leroy snorted. "I'd be wastin' yo money." I could see the point about my money. I wasn't exactly paying Leroy by the fuck, but I was "helping finance his next album." Making sure the fateful meeting occurred when Joyce was fertile was MY idea. She had changed her tampon over at my house the week before and I did the arithmetic. We met at 5:00 p.m. and by 7:00 p.m. I had her pretty tipsy. Bob was out of town on a business trip (and probably happily at last getting laid) so Joyce had no excuse to hurry home. The hot jazz was soft and by the time the mixed couples started drifting in, Joyce was too high to notice the giggles and gasps of little white wives being warmed up by their black boyfriends for a long night of hard fucking. When I saw Leroy walk in, I poured the powder in Joyce's drink. He was right; *I* didn't need to be drugged. Leroy in that black tee shirt, his muscles rippling and his tight pants doing nothing to hide a massive woman pleaser, almost made me come in my panties (except Leroy doesn't let me wear any). He waited long enough for Joyce to start fidgeting. It was dark, but she was breathing heavily and I could see she was flushed with arousal. Then Leroy strolled over was to our table and asked me to dance. I pretended to be surprised but accepted, leaving my sister horny and confused. We didn't go far, putting on a show for her. Leroy pulled me tightly against him and ground his crotch into my pussy in time with the music. It was mainly for her benefit, but I was loving every minute of being expertly fondled and humped by this sexy black stud. I wasn't faking the orgasm out on the dance floor when his hand slithered into my skirt and his thick middle finger slid into my wet, inviting twat. Joyce was glassy-eyed with excitement when Leroy brought me back panting to the table and extended his hand toward her. I could hardly keep from laughing as Joyce struggled with herself. She'd never done anything like this (she was even prejudiced, as I had been until I felt my first black cock in me), but the drug and watching Leroy get me off just a few feet in front of her, had made her crazy with lust. "It's OK, baby, you'll enjoy it," I reassured her. The combination was too much; she lifted her hand and let Leroy lead her to the dance floor. I was surprised with Leroy's finesse and self-control. He did not immediately attack her as he had me. Rather he led her around the floor, dancing beautifully, letting her relax. Only gradually did he pull Joyce close and that was more to let her melt into his arms than to imprison her in his embrace. It almost made me jealous to see him seducing my little sister; of course I'd never given him the chance to seduce me. When he brought her back, she was purring and didn't object when he sat her down between us. She downed the last of her spiked drink and snuggled next to Leroy, closing her eyes as she lay her head on his shoulder. He had told me the drug would make her a bit drowsy as well as horny, so I wasn't surprised that her eyes remained closed when Leroy started unbuttoning her blouse and removed her bra. She just moaned softly as Leroy's thick lips took possession of one nipple while his hand toyed gently with the other breast. If she had looked up, she'd have seen half the women in the club topless and being felt up by now. I couldn't keep my hand out of my pussy as I watched Leroy slowly work Joyce into a sleepy frenzy. She did open her eyes wide when she felt his hand begin to stroke her pussy, but I don't think she saw anything, so high was she with arousal. I covered her mouth with a kiss to keep her from crying out when Leroy touched her clit and triggered a violent climax. The booths in the club were well deigned for this sort of thing and Leroy and I soon had Joyce out of her damned pantyhose and laid out on the seat, her flowing pussy open to Leroy's magic tongue. I knew she had never let Bob eat her. Having heard how horny women get when a man eats them, she didn't want to risk letting her husband get her excited on the wrong day. But here she was, with a black man she'd never seen before between her legs climaxing her in a downtown club. Maybe it was the drug or maybe Joyce is even more of a natural slut than me, but Leroy's tongue in her love box was making my repressed little sister come like a string of cheap firecrackers. The air was filled with cries of adulterous pleasure so I stopped trying to keep her quiet and began busily sucking her tits. Leroy later told me later that he had never had a woman who squirted when she climaxed. I was a little jealous. A half hour of successive orgasms later, I figured Joyce didn't know her own name, much less remember she had been a normal housewife who normally refused to fuck her husband. Leroy and I guided her to the room we had reserved. We finished stripping her (except for her heels; Leroy likes to fuck women in heels) and laid her out on the bed. Walking up to the room and the time to fully undress her must have let the effects of the drug and the cunnilingus downstairs to diminish, because when Leroy started to nose his prick into her pussy, Joyce began to object. "No, please, ... don't fuck me. Can't ... can't come in me ... now ...ovulating." She was barely coherent, but she knew what was about to happen. Leroy just continued to tease her pussy with his cock. There were probably enough sperm just in the pre-cum that was dribbling into the portal of her fuckhole to knock up all the white wives in the city, but we weren't taking any chances. I put my lips close to her ear and whispered, "It's OK, honey. You've got such a sexy body, Joyce, you need a baby. You'll look so good with a big pregnant belly, honey, those pretty titties of yours full of milk for Leroy's baby. And it feels so good, sweetie, that hot, potent semen flooding into your fertile little puss. I know you're horny, baby. Just relax and let Leroy put his big cock in you and knock you up good." It could have been my words that pushed her over the edge, but more likely it was the sensation of Leroy's huge love tool brushing against her clit. Suddenly she threw her body up at Leroy, impaling herself on his cock. "Oh, shit Yessssss!" she screamed. "Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me you stud, I need it so bad!" Again I was surprised that Leroy restrained himself, slowly moving only part of that ten-inch baby maker in and out of Joyce with deliberate stokes. Joyce was going crazy flailing and humping, trying to get more of Leroy into her, begging to be fucked. "Yo sho yo wants dis Miss Joyce? Yo know what happens to horny white wives who get big black cocks in their pussies? Yo wants me to fuck a big black baby into yo little white belly?" His constant teasing of the aroused woman's gushing pussy belied his words of concern. "Yes, anything!" she gasped. "Stick it in me all the way. Give me your baby, you black fucker; make me your slut whore, but fuck me, fuck meeeeEEEEE!" Joyce spasmed like a stuck pig when Leroy plunged in and released a torrent of thick potent sperm into the delirious woman. I was amazed to see him continue to move in her as if he were pumping her womb full of jism, which set Joyce off on a new string of orgasms. When I saw her at last fall unconscious, overwhelmed by Leroy's masterful breeding, I realized I had covered my hand with my own salty-sweet spend again. Leroy wasn't even sweating. "Guess dat fix her," he said with a satisfied smile, starting to get up. God I wanted him right them, but looking at Joyce's ravaged cunt, leaking semen, I shook my head. "No Leroy, you can't leave her yet," I implored. "Not after just one real fuck. She deserves a real black sexing. What if she's not pregnant? Better stay and keep her filled all night, just in case." He looked at me doubtfully. I like to think he was reluctant because he wanted ME, but the thought of ensuring a black baby in Joyce's unused womb was enough. I got him a beer from the room's minibar while he waited to screw my uptight little sister a second time. I left after Leroy brought Joyce to another set of screaming orgasms and filled her again with another load of potent fuck-fluid. If you are expecting me to say I let Leroy spend the next several weeks fucking Joyce silly, you don't know me. Hell, *I* needed his massive love muscle in MY cunt to keep me satisfied too badly to share, even to knock up my bitch sister. Besides, I figured once was enough with Leroy's semen in my little sister's unprotected white twat. And I was right. Twins, and they're going to be DARK BROWN! Happy Sherry's Mom ***** Dear Sherry's Mom, I'm just thrilled for you, dear, AND for your sister. The story you tell is a fairly typical one. Few white wives can resist an experienced breeder like your Leroy. Now that she's going to have a black baby, I'm sure I don't need to tell Joyce to keep Bob fucked seven ways from Sunday. Mother Debbie cannot understand how a wife can deny her husband the pleasure of fucking a drippy, pregnant pussy, especially if she doesn't want him to raise a fuss when that curly little head pops out of her baby chute in a few months. If Joyce keeps Bob's prick limp, my guess is that by then he'll be so damned happy to have a horny wife at last, he won't care. One down and one to go. Keep me posted. Mother Debbie (To be continued) Comments, please, to Homer Vargas Vargas111@yahoo.com 6709 1.10/512345