[ by The Warthog (firstname.lastname@example.org) ]
What a time it’s been since my experience at the automotive repair shop almost two years ago. The baby was born on time, healthy and very beautiful. We named her Jennifer but call her Jenny. Unlike her older brother Jeff who favors his father, Jenny has my features. It was therefore no surprise that she had blond hair and blue eyes.
It took a few months but I finally got my shape back, although my breasts remained large as a result of nursing Jenny. Hard work and watching my diet did the trick. My libido came back as well. After Jenny was born I lost interest in sex but the interest soon returned and the memories of what all those men did to me had me longing for a repeat performance. John noticed my new friskiness and was very pleased.
The auto shop experience changed me in certain ways. I found myself showing off my body more. John liked this as well. He encouraged me to dress sexier and I obliged him. I proudly told John what my new shape measured, 38DD-25- 36. I told him that I wouldn’t complain if he told all his friends and of course he did. I continued to work hard on my body to keep my shape but I was pretty certain that my breast size would shrink once Jenny was weaned. Of course, I knew that I could always get pregnant again. I enjoyed the time I was pregnant with Jenny. Having another child appealed to me.
As a result of my new attitude toward sex and John’s appreciation of that new attitude our time in bed was the best since we met. We learned what each other’s fantasies were and used those as foreplay to sex. I was quite surprised to learn that John was turned on by the idea of me having sex with other men. Although he didn’t say it I found out that he was also turned on by the idea of me being taken by several men at one time. I learned this when I related the story of how I was gang banged at the auto repair shop. Of course, I told the story as if it was my fantasy. I had never before seen him as wild as he was that night. I was afraid that his male parts would never be the same after he emptied what seemed like gallons into my pussy. He tested the spermicide to its limits.
For several weeks after that night, John would ask me to tell him about my gang bang fantasy. Each time I would give him a few more details of the story. He again came buckets when I told him that some of the men were black. Again the spermicide was strained beyond its specifications.
“Babe, the thought of you with a black man just blows me away,” he said after an especially intense session of wild intercourse.
“Why,” I asked?
“I don’t know, I guess its just sort of risky,” John replied.
“Why is it risky?”
“You might get pregnant. How would we explain that?”
“It is pretty intense, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, and how,” John agreed.
“Actually, I wasn’t worried about getting pregnant because I already was pregnant,” I added without thinking.
“Already pregnant?” John asked with a shocked expression.
I started to say that I was pregnant with Jenny but thought better of it.
“Baby, you are getting kinkier every day,” he interrupted. “To think that a blue-eyed blonde married pregnant woman would allow herself to be gang banged by a group of black men. Man that is hot!”
“Well, they weren’t all black men,” I corrected.
John looked at me funny then said, “You know, this gang bang fantasy of yours sure has a lot of detail. It almost sounds like an experience rather than a fantasy.”
The look on my face must have given me away.
“OK, lets have it,” John demanded.
I tried to say something but nothing would come out. After a moment I burst into tears afraid that John would be angry and want a divorce. The whole story tumbled out at John’s insistence. When I was finished I expected the worst from John but all he said was, “God, I wish I could have been there.”
I looked at his face with my blood shot eyes for a clue as to his state of mind. John knew what a horny woman I was but I wasn’t sure he could ever forgive a gang bang. When he smiled at me my heart jumped for joy and I hugged my husband tightly.
“You’re not mad at me,” I asked?
“No baby, I’m turned on,” he said. He grabbed my hand and put it on his rock hard cock.
“Thank God,” I said. “I would just die if you ever left me.”
“Tiff, I will never ever leave you,” he said.
I jump on top of my husband kissing and hugging him, grateful that I hadn’t lost him. I told him that I loved him so much that I would do anything to make him happy.
John kissed me then said, “What if I asked you to repeat your gang bang so that I could watch or participate.”
“I’ll do anything for you, baby,” was my reply. It was better than I would have ever dreamed. After my experience at the auto shop I knew that I was a slut for multiple cocks. If not for our increased sexual habits since the baby was born I would have certainly been tempted to act out the experience again. Now it seemed that I had my husband’s interest and blessing. The question was when and where my next experience would happen.
John’s rejuvenated cock managed to worm its way into my gooey pussy once again. We fucked hard for a second time like teenagers. I came twice and John pumped another load into me. Before he came he whispered in my ear, “Imagine that I’m one of your black men about shoot his load into your pussy and this time you aren’t already pregnant.”
The thought produced a white-hot blinding orgasm that seemed to ripple in waves throughout my body. I quaked and shuddered completely out of control. This pushed John over the edge and as his sperm shot up into me I imagined that he was my black man filling my unprotected womb with his sperm.
After we had calmed down I smiled and said to John, “I sure hope the spermicide is holding out OK or I would be knocked up with a black baby right now.”
John just moaned at my lewdness. I teased further, “Perhaps I should stop using the spermicide. What do you think, honey?”
“My god woman, you are driving me insane,” he said.
John was hard again. I immediately went down on my wonderful husband and gave him the best blowjob that I could. He was the best and he deserved the best. I sucked his cock for a few moments then removed my mouth to asked, “How do you like your nasty wife now that you know about her dirty past and infidelity?”
John moaned with each outrageous word as my hand continued to stroke his rock hard cock. I was a little concerned about bringing up how I had cheated on him but it seemed to really turn him on.
I sucked the head of his cock for another minute then said “Maybe I’ll dress up real slutty one evening and go out looking for men.”
John groaned at my statement as I continued to suck him. I could tell he was about to feed me his load.
All it took to finish him off was telling him, “I won’t be using any spermicide, of course.”
I quickly fastened my mouth around the purple head of his cock and feasted on the delicious sperm squirting into my parched mouth.
For the next several weeks our sex lives blossomed as we explored our new found shared fantasies. The first outgrowth of this was my new wardrobe. John encouraged and even helped me buy new things that as he said, “Enhanced my ‘Built to get fucked’ body.” I agreed with him totally. Often I would stand in front of my floor length mirror and marvel at each curve and orifice knowing that they were perfect for exciting men into painful hardness. My face had that beautiful glow that seemed to yearn for something hard to fill my body. Men looked at my face and body and knew right away that I needed to be fucked.
John and I loved to go out and tease. I teased and John got hard watching. At first we just teased and then John would take me home and fuck the shit out of me. We both knew, however, that sooner or later, I would be fucked by someone else. Neither of us seemed in a big hurry for that. A long build up seemed appropriate and we were having too much fun. I continued to use my spermicide but I teased John that if he continued to pretend to be someone else that I would not use it. He loved this and pretended quite often to be a stranger. When this happened I wouldn’t use the spermicide. On days that I was ovulating I would have to tell the stranger that I only fucked my husband. I wasn’t ready to get pregnant just yet.
I was getting a bit tired of using the spermicide because of the mess. I told John that maybe condoms would work better. I didn’t want to go on the pill because of health concerns. John agreed to try condoms. I don’t think he really liked them that much but I did things to turn him on like telling him that I was a slut and whore and that he needed to protect himself from me. He also really went nuts when I made a big production of cleaning his sperm out of the condoms with my tongue. The ultimate was when I did this after he had ass fucked me. If he didn’t know before he surely knew then that his precious angel was a very nasty slut.
A second fantasy that we had concerned my heavy breasts and the fact that they always seemed bloated with milk. Little Jenny was a hungry little girl but I think her mother was designed to feed an army of babies. John did his best to assist but he wasn’t always around. When we fucked which was at least once a day we ended up completely soaked with my breast milk. I bought a pump to reduce the pressure but it wasn’t much fun with a machine sucking the milk out of my tits. I longed for the human touch.
Our breast fantasy was soon filled when I got permission from John to get help with my breasts. It seemed that Tim our mailman had always been interested in me. I know he loved to stare at my large tits. I told John that I could get some midday relief by having Tim service my tits for me. John suspected that I would have more than my tits serviced and even encouraged it but I assured him that I would only give up my pussy when he was around.
When you love a man as much as I love John I just couldn’t go all the way with another man if he wasn’t there. I wanted to be able to look into his eyes while someone else was fucking me. We talked about it when I told John of my gang bang. Although my cheating was not planned I still felt bad about it. Despite John’s suggestions to the contrary, I resolved to always have John with me. He said he’d be content to have me tell him everything that happened. I told him no deal. No one puts a cock in my body without his permission and presence.
So, one day I asked Tim to come in from his route for a cold drink. He didn’t hesitate. To his delight I was wearing short denim cutoffs and a thin ribbed crop top. I wasn’t wearing a bra and my nipples were visible through the material. I sat Tim down and brought him a soda on ice. For a day I had been giving Jenny milk from bottles that I had stored after using the pump. My breasts were painfully full of milk making them about as large and firm as they had ever been. They stood out proudly away from my chest and barely moved, as the skin was so tight. I had purposely avoided milking my tits so that they would stand out and so that there would be plenty for Tim if he wanted it.
Tim had a hard time keeping his eyes off my globes. I wanted it that way. I sat down next to him at the kitchen table hard enough to jolt my body. My tits wobbled despite being so full. The pressure was enough to cause one nipple to spring a leak. Tim stared at it as though it was the most incredible thing he had ever seen. I followed his gaze and said, “Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry Tim.”
I jumped up quickly to get something to cover up with and that caused the other nipple to open up. I couldn’t find anything to cover up (on purpose). Tim’s eyes followed me around the kitchen as my top began to get soaked. Milk was now running down my bare belly and into my shorts. I began to pretend to get flustered. Finally I simply pulled my top over my head and fastened my mouth around a nipple to catch the flow. The other breast continued to flow, however.
I looked over at Tim who still had a look of awe on his face and said, “Help me, Tim.”
Tim jumped up and stuttered, “What should I do?”
“Come here,” I said.
Tim rushed to my side and as I offered him my left breast I said, “Suck this one.”
Tim just stood there not knowing if he should.
Finally, as milk was dripping all over the floor I said, “Please Tim, help me.”
Finally Tim made his decision and clamped his mouth over my tit and began to suck. I continued to work on the other tit and immediately climaxed in a mind numbing orgasm. Tim became worried that something was wrong so he backed away.
“No baby,” I said. “Its OK.” I lead him to the living room couch and sat him down. The milk slowed to a dribble but my tits were still very full.
I straddled Tim across his lap facing him and offered my breasts to him. I said, “Please Tim, my tits are so full. I need you to relieve the pressure.”
Tim understood and spent the next ten minutes nursing my poor swollen tits down to a comfortable size. He was a very contented man when I finally pulled away from him and thanked him. I explained to him that they get over filled like this occasionally. I asked if he would mind servicing me a couple of times a week. I wasn’t surprised when his smile answered for him.
Every since that day Tim has helped occasionally to drain my tits to a comfortable level. I usually feed him the same way sitting facing him on his lap. It always produces a very large bulge in his pants, which feels great against my pussy mound. I have been tempted to break my promise to John especially when Tim fondles my ass while nursing me, but the feelings pass quickly. I usually orgasm at least once while Tim sucks me.
I told John, “Someday I want to feel that bulge of Tim’s in person.”
John said, “Go for it.”
“Not without you,” I replied.
Our biggest fantasy had to be another gang bang for me. We would trade stories about how this might happen. Much of it seemed far-fetched, but we both knew in the back of our minds that it had happened once and that it would eventually happen again.
I would occasionally bring up the fact that I wouldn’t require the men to wear a condom while being gang banged unless of course John participated. If John did fuck me then he and only he would be required to wear one. This never failed to get John off. It got me off as well. Neither of us could imagine why it turned us on. We both were responsible adults and knew that this type of action was wrong. Nevertheless, it thrilled us every time the concept of me having unprotected sex came up. Sometimes I would add it to the fantasy. Sometimes John would.
These thrills were made doubly intense when the subject of me being taken by a black man came up. We both would have the most intense orgasms and then cuddle up together and imagine what life would be like if I gave birth to a black baby. Both John and I are very fair people, both blue eyed and light hair. Mine is light blond and John’s is light brown. There is no way that we could produce anything but a very white baby. It would be obvious that if I gave birth to a black child that someone other than John had to be the father. Every time we pondered the possibilities it just made the next time we used this fantasy more intense.
One day John came home from work a little late and told me of a local adult book store that a coworker of his knew about. He said that he just had to check it out so he went by after work. I could tell that he was excited. Fortunately Jenny was asleep and Jeff was over at a friend’s house. John’s cock was tenting his pants so I suggested, “Tell me all about it while I suck you off.”
John told me about all the things that they offered. They rented and sold adult videos. They also sold adult books, magazines, sex toys and sexy outfits for men and women. When he talked about the movie booths he really got excited. I had heard about such places but I wasn’t aware that we had them in our town. He talked about how much fun it would be for us to go down there and see what developed. The thought of this caused him to fill my mouth with his cream. I lapped it all up and cleaned him off.
That evening in bed was awesome. John found an old sex magazine that had a story about adult video arcades. We read it together. It was about a couple that visited an arcade. The wife was inexperienced with such things but with the encouragement of her husband she became an expert by the time an arcade full of men were through with her. The irony was that she never laid eyes on any of them. She sucked and fucked them through holes cut in the arcade booth walls called appropriately ‘glory holes’. Her husband was with her in the booth the entire time and with each penetration of her body she kept eye contact with her husband. I liked that. She went home full of cum and very satisfied.
John and I had some of the best sex ever that night. We wondered if we should try that at our local place. It became one of our fantasies. Each time we used it both of us had incredible orgasms. I loved the look on John’s face as I cleaned his abundant load out of the condom.
The next day our daily routines continued and our fantasies were set aside. Domestic activities including a school function for Jeff kept John and I busy for the next few days. By the time the weekend rolled around we were horny as hell.
That Friday night we finally had time to ourselves and we attacked each other. I went for John’s cock and savored its taste and feeling in my mouth. John spun me around and pounced on my pussy. We ate each other for half an hour. I had two orgasms and John fed me his sperm once. God, I love to taste my man. Afterward we cuddled together resting.
John said, “Let’s talk about glory holes.”
“Ooohh yeah,” I said.
“Why don’t we go down to that arcade tomorrow night and see if their booths have them,” John suggested.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” I returned.
“I hope the booths have them,” added John.
“Me too,” I said. “Maybe something will pop through one of them.”
“Now what would you do if something did pop through,” John asked.
“Ooohh, I don’t know,” I teased.
John was hard again so I crawled on top of him and took his cock back into my mouth. I took him to the root and nuzzled his soft pubic hair with my nose and forehead. My tongue licked his balls for a while until I needed to breathe again. I lifted off John’s cock leaving a nice fresh condom behind. I had gotten good at that trick and sometimes John didn’t even realize that I had done it. It was especially important tonight because I was near my peak time for ovulation.
“I think I want to be someone else tonight,” said John as he realized that I had outfitted him with a condom.
“Sorry, only my husband can have me tonight,” I said playing our little game and tipping John off that I was ovulating.
“Maybe, I want to see my wife pregnant again,” he said smiling.
I looked into his eyes deeply and lost myself. I could tell from his eyes that he was serious. At that point I couldn’t imagine being more in love with a man than I was with John. I too was ready to have another baby but I decided to tease my husband. I crawled up John’s body and then backed onto his sheathed tool. I kissed him and said, “I think that can be arranged but I want to wait and do it tomorrow night at the arcade.”
John smiled and began to pump me hard. He said, “I was hoping that our glory hole fantasy might come true tomorrow night.”
“It still can,” I moaned as his cock sawed into me.
“Are you sure,” John asked obviously concerned about the risk?
“Sure, I’m looking forward to being a glory hole whore,” I said.
John seemed to relax when he recognized I was playing our little game. He said, “I’d love to see you impaled on a couple of black cocks.”
“Umm,” I groaned. John had upped the ante on me.
I raised, “I’d like that too but only if you let THEM knock me up instead of you. You should wear a condom but I don’t want the black men to use condoms and I don’t want to know who the father is.”
John went wild and clutched me tight as he had the most intense orgasm I’d ever seen him have. It was enough to sweep me away with him. Afterward, I collapsed on top of him and rested. We were both a sticky sweaty mess but it had been well worth it.
After our heartbeats had return to normal I slipped off John. I slide down his body and removed the flooded condom. I got between his legs, licked his shrinking tool clean and kissed it. I then push John’s legs up to his chest and gave his asshole a good reaming. There isn’t anything in this world that I wouldn’t do for my man. Finally, I kissed up John’s chest and found his mouth. We kissed each other wetly for several minutes. When we broke the kiss I said, “John, I love you so much.”
John stroked my hair as I cleaned out his condom. He said, “I love you too, baby.” “You are the most fantastic woman in the whole world and I can’t believe how lucky I am to be married to you.”
“I’m the lucky one baby,” I said. When I had finished sucking all the come out of John’s condom I asked, “When you are rested baby, will you ass fuck me.”
I knew John was ready because I felt him get hard as we kissed. John didn’t say anything he simply acted. He sat up and grabbed my legs twisting me over on my stomach. He knelt between my outstretched legs and pulled open my ass cheeks. Before he mounted me he swabbed my asshole with his tongue and lubricated it up by licking the goo dripping from my pussy and transferring it into my rosebud. A moment later, he eased his tool into my back door and began to roughly fuck my ass just like I like it. I knew he enjoyed fucking my ass because he could fuck me bareback. John fucked me for fifteen minutes giving me two orgasms before signaling that he was about to cum. I scooted forward as he straightened up and wheeled around to take his cock in my mouth. Our timing was perfect as he dumped his load just as my mouth engulfed his tool. I savored my husband’s sperm before swallowing it and cleaning his cock. We both fell back into bed cuddled and fell asleep.
We awoke to our usual Saturday routine. Jeff had a sporting event scheduled so we attended that. During the game John asked me what I thought about going to the video arcade that night. I told him I wouldn’t miss it for the world.
I called my friend Judy and told her that John and I wanted to go out that night. I asked if she would watch Jeff and Jenny and she agreed. She even suggested that they stay the night so we wouldn’t have to wake them to take them home. It would give Jeff more time to spend with Jimmy, his friend and Judy’s son. With that set I fed the kids and drove them to Judy’s.
When I returned home John had already laid out my clothes. There wasn’t much to the outfit and certainly no underwear. The top and skirt were white lace and slightly see through. The top was sleeveless, low cut and ended just below my breasts exposing my tanned belly. Thin shoulder straps kept everything in check. Although the material gave a little it was purchased back before my breasts had filled out. The result was a fully packed look, the kind of look that John and most men go nuts over.
The skirt was flared and short and very frilly. Exposure was easy with only a slight twirl. The white lace gave me a pure innocent look but nothing could be further from the truth. The outfit was finished off with white thigh highs and six-inch white platform sandals. The stocking tops were easily visible, as the skirt was really short. I made it that way by turning under the waist and inch or two.
I teased up my hair and put on an extra layer of makeup. John took one look at me wanted me immediately. I told him that he’d get his through a glory hole. I grabbed my little white purse and headed for the door.
John asked, “Have you got any condoms in that tiny purse.”
“Oh,” I said as I passed through the door. Over my shoulder I said, “I don’t need any condoms, only you do.”
“I see,” said John slightly puzzled as he followed me out to the car.
We headed for the adult shop. Before we got out of the car, John reached into the glove compartment and pulled out at least a dozen condoms and packed his pockets. I looked at him with a slightly amused look and said, “You figure on needing all those tonight, stud.”
“Somebody might,” he said.
We entered the place and I must admit that I was a little nervous. That went away when I saw about fifteen necks snap in my direction and look me up and down. My pussy immediately started oozing. I saw myself in a large mirror on one wall and realized again that I was designed for one thing and that was fucking. No man could resist my body. They had difficulty choosing what to gaze at. It might be my flawlessly beautiful face with my crystal blue eyes and framed by my long silky blond hair. Perhaps it was my 38DD tits that bulged out of my top, my nipples clearly noticeable through the thin material. On the other hand it might be my flat tanned belly or my tight rounded ass. My long slender legs encased in the white stockings and my fuck- me six-inch sandals may have been noticed as well. Normally I am a very modest woman but even I knew a fuck bunny when I saw one. Every man in the joint knew that I was going to get fucked tonight. What they probably wouldn’t expect is that I was going to get knocked up tonight as well. As it turned out I was serious with John about ovulating. I had taken my temperature and that night was ground zero. I love teasing my husband but I knew he be tickled about me getting pregnant.
For these reasons I expected that we’d go into a booth and I’d tease John some more before letting my beloved husband dump his wonderful sperm deep into my womb knocking me up.
John purchased several dollars worth of tokens so that we could use the arcade. I slowly followed him into the back room where the booths were, smiling at the men as they watched me. It would be fun I thought to let everyone of them fuck my body through one of those holes. It was dark in the arcade. I couldn’t see very well but John found an empty booth.
He pulled me in, closed and locked the door.
I said, “I thought that we would be in separate booths.”
“We can do that later,” he said. “For now we’ll save tokens by watching the video together.”
“OK,” I agreed, not really sure what I expected. I did notice the glory holes in each wall and was surprised that they were bigger than I thought.
John put a load of coins in the slot and the video started. At first the light was too bright but my eyes soon adjusted. On the screen a woman and two men were having sex. The men were fucking her at both ends. I immediately thought back to the auto shop and those wonderful feelings. My pussy started dripping and I wanted John’s cock. I put my arms around him and kissed him hard. I rubbed my crotch on his leg like a female bitch in heat. I whispered, “I want you to fuck me.”
“OK, but first I want a blow job,” my husband demanded.
I quickly sat down on the bench provided as John stood before me. I open his pants and pulled out his rock hard cock. As much as I wanted that cock in my body I wanted to tease a little more. I said, “I must ask you to put on a condom, baby. A working girl like me must take precautions.”
John rolled his eyes then pulled out a condom and rolled it on. I devoured his man meat like a starving animal. As I sucked and licked John I thought about where we were and the chance that we might get caught. After several moments of sucking I felt John tapping me on the shoulder. I looked up at him and he nodded toward the wall at my left. There sticking through the wall was cock about the size of John’s.
I must say that I was startled and a little shocked. I’d read the stories but this was real. John smiled at my expression. After a moment he said, “Do you want to play with it.”
I looked back and forth between John’s eyes and that cock. I still had John’s cock in my hand and was absent-mindedly stroking it. John added, “He’d probably enjoy what you’re doing to me.”
I looked down at my hand around John’s cock then back to the one sticking through the wall. I looked up at John unsure of what to do and croaked, “Do you want me to?”
John smiled and nodded.
Slowly I slid over and took a close look. It looked like a normal cock. I gently tested its feel by just touching it on the head. It felt very familiar. I admit that I was surprised at my caution. I rationalized that it was because John was there. I didn’t hesitate a year before when I became the play toy of a dozen men. So, why should I hesitate now, John had encouraged me.
I put my hand around the hard cock and began to stroke it. I could hear a moan from the next booth through the thin wall. It only took about ten strokes to bring that cock off. It spit out its gooey load and I watched as it landed on the floor and my shoes. As soon as it was done the owner pulled it from my grasp. I heard a muffled, “Thank you,” though the wall. I looked at my soiled feet then up at John. He started laughing. I gave him a smirk then crossed one leg over the other. As my shoe gently swayed as I rocked my legs I reached down and retrieved a glob of cum off my shoe and onto my finger and put it in my mouth. I made a big production of how good it taste. I went back for more cleaning off both shoes in the process.
John had a look of awe on his face. He said, “What did I ever do to get such a seriously nasty woman like you as my wife.”
“Just lucky, I guess,” was my reply.
At that moment another cock poked out from the wall, this one thicker than the last. John motioned to it and said, “Maybe you’d like to take a load directly this time.”
I looked up at John with an, “Are you sure, look.”
I turned and looked at the flesh hanging though the hole. It was apparent that I would have to get on my knees to blow this cock. I looked down and noted that I would be kneeling in filth. For some reason it really didn’t matter. I expected when I dressed that my stocking would be ruined before the night ended.
I knelt in front of the new cock and examined it. It seemed clean so I put it in my mouth. It tasted a little musty like its owner hadn’t had a bath recently but otherwise it turned me on a great deal to be doing such a slutty thing. As I continued to suck the strange cock I looked into John’s eyes almost constantly. It was important to me to know that he supported and loved me. If anything were wrong then his eyes would tell me. He had the biggest smile on his face and his cock continued to stand out rock hard with that silly condom on it. It was a devilish irony that for John I sucked him only with a condom on but this stranger was getting my mouth bareback.
It took ten minutes to bring the guy off. His cum tasted good but not as good as John’s. When I had finished the blowjob and its owner retreated I begged John to fuck me. As he positioned himself to enter me from behind while another cock came through the hole. Word was getting out it appeared. Fine by me, I thought. The minute John penetrated me I came and came hard. I began to suck this new cock while John plowed me to two more orgasms. I pulled the cock out of my mouth long enough to warn John against cumming. I wanted him to build up as much cum as he could and I figured watching me be a slut would do the trick.
John continued to pump into me stoking my fires as I sucked cock. Finally the guy filled my mouth. This guy came buckets and some of it dripped on the floor. I still can’t believe what I did next. I was so absorbed in lust that I bent down close to the floor and licked the fresh spilled cum off the sticky surface. It tasted bad but I barely noticed. I was gone. John couldn’t believe what I’d done. Despite my warning he filled his condom. John sat down on the bench and I stood up. I wagged a finger at him for being such a naughty boy while I pulled off his condom and ate the contents. It removed the bad taste in my mouth. I cleaned the left over cum off his cock. John does have the best tasting cream.
I looked at John with a pout on my face and said, “Now I don’t have your cock to fuck me.”
John nodded toward the far wall as a very large cock pushed its way through the hole. “Why don’t you fuck that one, baby,” he said.
I looked at John with frustration and said, “Silly, remember I’m ovulating tonight.”
John smiled at me said, “Oh, that’s right. Of course, that never stopped you before when you considered having sex with a strange man.”
I looked at John with a serious look and said, “John, I really am ovulating.”
He looked into my eyes and realized that I was serious. It works both ways with us. When our eyes lock we are one person. He realized now what was at stake. To my surprise he handed me a condom. I’ve got plenty you know.
“You think they’ll hold,” I asked.
“I’m willing to risk it if you are,” he said.
I straddled his lap and hugged him tight. I whispered into John’s ear, “Our fantasy is really coming true isn’t it.”
He nodded. I turned around and went to work on my new toy. It was big. About ten inches I’d guess. I put what I could into my mouth. I tried unsuccessfully to deep throat that monster. Once I was certain that it was hard I rolled the condom on. It only covered about six or seven inches. I got up and turned to face my husband. I wanted to make sure I could see his eyes when I backed onto this big cock.
John was still smiling. I bent at the waste and reached between my legs to guide the cock into me. First I rubbed it along my slit making me shudder. Slowly I eased the big tool between my cunt lips. I opened my mouth wide as the stretching feeling raced to my brain. Slowly I backed onto that baseball bat until my ass touched the wall. It was then that I noticed the door handles either side of the glory hole spaced out a little more than a foot from the hole. I grabbed hold of the handles and pressed my butt hard against the wall.
Slowly the cock began to pull out and push in. I only hoped that its owner didn’t do something dumb like remove the condom while pulling out of me. We were using the ribbed variety and I felt like I could feel the difference if he did do such a thing. He didn’t. He fucked me for ten minutes before filling the condom. John and I never broke eye contact as I was serviced through the wall. I had two massive orgasms from the large tool. My breasts also started leaking. For some reason being filled so fully sent me flying and made my pussy and tits drip.
I pulled off the male flesh and examined what he had left me. The condom was still in place but had slipped down and inch or two. The tip was hanging and full of cum. I removed the sheath and cleaned the flesh. Before I let him go I asked the man through the wall if he’d like to suck some milk from my tits.
“Sure,” I heard him say.
I pulled the straps off my shoulders and wrestled my tits out of the top. I pushed the right one through the hole and a pair of lips latched on. My pussy started to gush as I was nursed. After five minutes I told the man to suck my other tit. I switched them and he obliged. After another five I thanked him and pulled my tit away from the hole. He thanked me for the fuck of a lifetime. I told him he was quite a man and that my pussy enjoyed his cock.
I got up and sat with John on the bench. I was about ready to say lets go home and make a baby when I beautiful shiny black cock appeared through the hole. My body nearly convulsed at the site of it. I new I had to have that cock. I looked at John with eyes pleading. He smiled and said, “Go have fun.”
I was beside myself and all I could think about was being impaled on that black beauty. I was all set to back onto it when John said, “Aren’t you forgetting something.”
“Oh my god, the condom,” I said red faced.
John handed me the condom and I turned to put it on the black cock. As usual I did my condom trick with my mouth. I watched John for his reaction and I could tell he was full of lust. His cock was hard again and he was stroking it. Once the condom was on I turned to assume the position.
I reached through my legs and guided it in. There was no fooling around this time. I wanted to be stuffed with that black beauty. I backed to the wall and grabbed the handles as my new anonymous fuck began to bang me hard.
John looked into my eyes as I was repeatedly penetrated and asked, “How does it feel, baby.”
I moaned, “God it feels good.”
John grinned devilishly and said, “You know last night you told me that if you found a black cock that you wanted me to let you get knocked up.”
I groaned, “Yes, I guess I did say that.” The pounding into my pussy and John’s reminder made me very hot. A part of me wanted to be knocked up by a black man. The want seemed to grow with each thrust the cock made into my womb.
I decided to call John’s bluff. I said, “Will you let me, baby?”
John sat there with an odd expression on his face. It seemed that he was thinking hard. Perhaps the heat of the moment was effecting him as much as it was I. I decided that I’d leave it up to him.
I said, “John, will you let him give me his baby?”
John’s lust filled eyes told me that answer. So that there would be no misunderstanding he said, “Yes.”
I immediately had an orgasm. While I thrashed around in orgasm on the black cock John watched. It was enough for him to blow his load. I stretched out so that I could take it in my mouth.
After cleaning John’s cock I reluctantly pulled away from the wall turned and knelt down. I looked into John’s eyes as I said to the black man, “Wait a moment while I removed your condom. I want you to be sure and cum inside me. Do you understand?”
I heard a muffled, “I will.”
I got back into position and guided the bare cock into my wet pussy. I opened my mouth and exhaled into John’s face as the cock bottomed out. I said, “He’s all the way in.”
John nodded and said, “Make a baby, Tiff”
My eyes were locked with John’s for the entire five minutes it took for the black man to build to orgasm and shoot his load into my pussy. I knew at that moment that John loved me more than anything to let me do such a thing. I wasn’t worried that John would leave me with a black baby. I could see it in his eyes. He would raise the baby as his own. I also wasn’t worried about taking the load from the black man because I had extra birth control protection that John didn’t know about. I had recently had a cervical cap fitted and I was wearing it at the moment. When the evening began I wasn’t sure what I should do. Our teasing was one thing but these were important decisions.
From the contented look on John’s face I wondered if I should have worn the thing. He expected that I was now pregnant with a black man’s baby. How could I now tell him that I was protected against it? Perhaps I should say nothing and when I had my next period chalk it up to bad timing. That would not be honest and it was now eating at me. In a sense wearing the cap was dishonest but it never occurred to me that it would be anymore than thorough protection. I had to come clean with John immediately.
John sensed my discomfort and asked if I regretted what happened.
I said, “Becoming pregnant with a black man’s baby wasn’t the problem. I could tell that we both wanted that when I looked into your eyes.”
John said, “I finally figured out what I like about the idea of you getting pregnant with another man’s baby.” “Please don’t take this wrong, but its because I love the idea of being married to a slut.” “You have to admit that having another man’s baby is the ultimate in sluttiness.”
I smiled and nodded, “John I love being a slut for you.”
I looked down and said, “I have to tell you something, baby.”
John looked at me with concern and said, “Its OK baby. Nothing could be that bad.”
I said, “John, I had a cervical cap fitted. I’m wearing it now. I’m not pregnant with a black baby.”
For a moment I could see disappointment in John’s face. It disappeared but his eyes told me it was there. He hugged me and said, “Its OK baby. You know that I love you no matter what happens.”
“I love you too,” I said.
As we separated we heard a commotion in the next booth and then the biggest and ugliest looking cock inched its way through the hole across from us. It must have been an omen because it was black. I looked into John’s eyes and I saw the mischief return. Without saying a word I spread my legs wide, one on the floor and the other across John’s lap. I nodded toward my pussy inviting John to rid me of my protection. I knew he didn’t know what to do but he was on his own. If he wanted me to get pregnant with a black baby, he would have to work for it.
As John pushed his index finger into my pussy and began to probe around, I began to stroke that big black cock. I shook my head side to side if John was probing the wrong way and up and down if he was probing the right way. His eyes remained locked to mine as he probed for the cap. In less than a minute time he found it and pulled it free. I put the cap in my purse and then knelt down to closely inspect the cock that was about to knock me up. I stroked it and noted that it wasn’t the sweetest smelling cock I’d seen. It was gnarly with several bumps on it and looked as though it had been well used.
The man attached was probably older, perhaps old enough to be my father. I took it into my mouth and managed to stuff a few inches down my throat. The taste was not pleasant but I didn’t care. This would be my new baby’s father’s cock. I suddenly wondered about the man attached to it. I had said that I wouldn’t want to know the father but now I wasn’t so sure. This huge black cock was now very hard. I figured it to be nearly a foot long. I decided that I would go nuts on the cock and enjoy it to the fullest.
I got up and assumed the position. John’s eyes locked with mine as I reached between my smooth white thighs and pulled that ugly old battered cock into my now completely unprotected pussy. I was so wet that I easily backed onto it. I grabbed the handles and held on for the ride of my life and it was. The man attached to that cock new how to fuck a woman. As my soul merged with my husband that cock took me to an orgasmic high that continued for several minutes. Orgasm after orgasm flooded through me. The wall behind me was drenched with my spend.
As physically ecstatic as I was my mind seemed to want something else. My mind cleared enough to pinpoint what it was. I had been wrong to say that I didn’t want to know the black father of my baby. I now wanted more than anything to be completely with the man that was about to impregnate me. John knew something was wrong in my eyes. Surprisingly, he said, “Go to him.”
“Thank you for understanding,” I said. Reluctantly I pulled off the massive cock and said through the hole, “I’m coming over there.”
I didn’t bother to even straighten my clothes. My tits were hanging out and my skirt was on crooked showing most of my ass. It didn’t matter. I unlocked our door and moved to the next booth. The man had unlocked his door so I opened it and walked in. I sensed that several men saw me change booths but I didn’t care.
A black man of about 55 years looked me up and down and said, “You’re a hot looking bitch aren’t you.” Those were the last words he spoke to me.
I said in a rather husky voice, “It’s your lucky day. You and I are going to make a baby.”
I crawled onto his lap and kissed him passionately. When we finally broke the kiss I raised up and impaled myself on his still hard cock. I offered him my tits, which he began nursing on. His expression showed surprise that they were full of milk.
I continued to look at his face as he fucked me hoping that he would look into my eyes. He seemed to avoid looking at me. He seemed content to stare off into space or close his eyes. It was obvious that I was just a piece of ass to him. He didn’t care that I would be carrying his child if he even believed me at all.
Soon he became restless. He picked me up and laid me on the bench, continuing to pound my fertile womb. I could tell that he was near as he thrashed into my body at great speed. My eyes longed for his but he wouldn’t give them to me. In frustration I whimpered for John. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the light flicker from the glory hole. I turned my head and there were my husband’s eyes looking through the hole at me. I could see the love in his eyes. I returned the loving look to my husband as the black man gave me his baby.
The arcade experience was repeated two more times in the next few months. Three months ago I gave birth to a little sister for Jeff and Jenny. Jeff was clearly surprised by the baby’s color. He seemed satisfied with my explanation that God works miracles in mysterious ways. John loves his new daughter. You wouldn’t know, from the way he acts, that baby Lisa was not his own daughter.
My figure has now returned yet again along with my sexual appetite. John is anxious for me to get slutty again and I’m looking forward to it. Will we have another baby? We’ll see. You know how much I loved to be filled.