We arrived at 11.00 o’clock Sunday lunchtime. My twenty-eight year old wife Kathy wearing a sexy white number, high heels and carrying a small, leather handbag over her shoulder. She looked as good if somewhat apprehensive about the big afternoon ahead of her. A proud smile formed on my lips as she checked herself over in a pocket mirror and blew out a long breath. What a lovely woman I had. Her nerves were to be expected. Indeed, I too had butterflies in my stomach as I parked our station wagon and walked with her towards the entrance to the Lakeside hotel. The front of the building was modern with reflective glass panels and a rotating door. After five years of marriage I always had a good idea what she was feeling inside. I could see it on her face. Exchanging a look she slipped hand into mine and went in first.

This was a big deal for Kathy. For both of us. It was the first time we had been invited to watch one a ‘Black Breeding Session’ first hand and the two of us where naturally nervous about meeting Vikki and her husband Bob for the first time. Both my wife and I had been following their adventures for nearly six months. Fascinated and equally turned on by their desire as a white couple to have a black baby. It had begun as a typical cuckold arrangement. Bob liked to watch Vikki having sex with black men. He made videos which he sold to an exclusive set of customers over the web. Then over time their need as a couple had grown to the point we found them in that day. I know that his treatment of my fan mail was non consequential until he saw the photos I sent him of my own wife.

Bob and Vikki’s relationship was similar if not exact to what I wanted for Kathy and myself. There was no doubt that my partner found the planned and explicit nature of the videos extremely appealing. We came from a small town and she a relatively strict upbringing. In the first three years of our marriage Kathy never had sex with another man under wedlock. Then, perhaps with a need for something daring I arranged a meet through a contact at work. There were no strings attached and a white driver by the name of Randall had the pleasure of fucking my wife several times over a two day period. I had watched on each occasion and enjoyed the experience tremendously. Since then we had taken much from the brown paper packet from Bob which dropped through our door every few weeks detailing Vikki’s latest adventure. Since contacting our new friends we had progressed along a similar train of thought. Perhaps born out of eroticism but also our small town roots where any kind of mixed race relationship was discouraged. My wife was desperate to make a good impression on ALL those concerned. It wasn’t that she wanted to try black cock.. deep down she needed too. Even if she didn’t fully understand it yet.

The cold freshness of the air conditioning met us in the hotel lobby. As with the outside it was typically grand, set with black marble floors. Kathy was wearing her best perfume as well as her favourite jewellery set. The necklace with the diamond studs, offset perfectly against her dark, shoulder length hair. She had put a lot of effort into looking her best and had all week been trying on different outfits in our bedroom. Now, despite the long drive to the hotel she looked perfectly elegant. There was a tangible silence between us as we stood hand in hand. From over by the bar a blonde haired gent in a dark blue suit walked out to meet us. He smiled with perfect teeth, introduced himself as Bob and kissed Kathy’s hand. He welcomed us and led us over to where Vikki was sitting cross-legged. It was strange to see them in person. We had both seen Vikki having sex with two and often three black men in the past. She was full-on and bubbly. Thirty one years of age with a toned, shapely figure, long blonde hair and particularly nice tits. She wore a black choker and a lovely split dinner dress that flashed her thighs. Her eyes were a light, Scandinavian blue but a tan suggestive of sunnier climates. I liked her right away. Warm and forward with a broad sense of humour.

‘Every time I think it’s going to happen’ Vikki said as Bob got drinks from the bar. Kathy sat next to me, her dress rising delightfully up her legs. ‘We’ve been trying for 18 months now’. You could see just how much it meant to her. Every knowing glance she shared with her husband relayed their combined thrill. It was a notion I hoped to share with Kathy one day. The allure of having ones wife fucked by black cock can be difficult to relay to other men. I could tell how she felt a connection though had many questions. Clearly embarrassed about asking them out loud. On bringing up the subject of Kathy’s meet with Randall our new friends saw my wife’s unease. Ensuring us that there was no commitment today and if we liked we could happily watch events only. On this Vikki leaned forward touching my wife’s leg and added that the men who were coming would certainly provide for her if we did decide to join in.

Though Vikki and Kathy where so different they soon seemed to share a bond. Perhaps the older woman saw in my wife potential and a suitability for black cock. Afterwards we all went up to the room Bob had booked. By then Kathy had sampled several glasses of white wine. Though she was still tense she gave me several warm, appreciative smiles. Tracing the back of my hand with her thumb in a suggestive, flirtatious manner. Her dark eyes sparkled as we held hands playfully in the lift. I cast a discreet gaze over her firm, rounded tits and appreciated the stiffening in my crotch. Vikki was growing more excited by the minute now. She had been very commending towards my wife. Not just in the way she spoke but the way she looked at her. Especially complementary of Kathy’s figure. Her dress and hair. It wasn’t hard to tell a real sexual attraction on her part.
‘I’m so glad you decided to come’ she had said. ‘It’s going to be so exciting having another couple watching’.

The four of us waited. It was a spacious room. As classy as the rest of the Hotel with a large double bed against the wall, a wide-screen television, small bar and bathroom. A perfect view across the still Lake gave a relaxing, unworldly feeling. Bob had spared no expense and cracked open a whisky from the bar. He poured us both shots then began setting up his camera. As he did so Vikki perched on the bed while Kathy took a seat opposite on the couch. I was pleased to see her dress pull tight around her fine waxed thighs. Catching my eyes wandering over her body she smiled. A connection interrupted rudely by a firm knock on the door.
‘Enjoy yourselves you two’ were Bob’s words to us. Kathy suddenly appeared beside me, quickly straightening her outfit and adjusting her hair. It excited me to see how much of an impression she wanted to make. Her eyes on Bob as he went to unlock the door. She had been looking forward to this for weeks. Video was one thing but actually being in the same room was quite something else.

One by one three black men came into the room. I have to say that they where exactly as we had imagined. All big and obviously well built. Dressed casually in jeans and jackets. Each was lean and their eyes dark and roaming. Quite fierce and piercing as they scanned the room. Taking in everything, including ourselves. The two women had their immediate attention and the first broke into a smile in recognition of Vikki.
‘Hey baby’ he said casually placing a hand around her neck and delivering a kiss on the mouth. The others followed behind. Kathy stepped a little closer to me as they gave both her and the blonde a generous going over.
‘This is Peter and Kathy’ Bob said, introducing us. ‘It’s their first time. They’re just watching today’. I held out my hand to the nearest of them. His grip was firm as he shook without reply. All the time his gaze cast behind me where my wife stood.
‘Pleased to meet you….’, Kathy said. Her voice wavering as the men cast hardened, almost cruel looks in our direction. I stepped back and felt her hand slide into mine. She was intimidated. I could see it on her face. Excited too by the arrival of these strong men. Though somehow fearful all the same.

Vikki was keen to take over. The men towered over her 5,5 as they surrounded her and we stepped to the rear of the bedroom to give them more room. Already they where putting their hands all over the blondes body. It was as though they owned her and their familiarity took us by surprise. Bob grinned, enjoying the scene and began recording through the camera. I could already sense the needy heat coming off the three of them. They knew what they where here for sure enough and in front of our eyes hands stroked, cupped and slid. Understandably they each began glancing curiously back towards the two of us. Kathy moving a little closer to me as the one we had spoken to ran his gaze up and down her body. Liking what he saw. It noticeably unsettled my wife. Clearly turned on by having him look at her. Seeing this the man smiled and turned his attention back to Vikki.

Bob set the camera on the tripod. We watched as they undressed his wife. Taking off her dress, revealing her black suspenders.
‘What you here for honey?’ he grinned, eye to the lens.
‘Well Hon, looks like I’m in for some rough treatment today’. The camera had always suited Vikki and she loved playing to it. The men gathered around finally unclipping her bra and exposing her nice, firm tits. She had a good body. Seeing their hands, sliding and cupping her was a treat. Not to mention very exciting. There was a real surge in the room as they took off their own clothes and let their big dicks spring free. Needless to say they where well hung. Two especially so and their own bodies where especially toned. I smiled at my wife, feeling her stimulation as she looked between them. The first time she’d seen a real black dick in person. Vikki lay on the bed. Her blonde hair trailed down her shoulders over her tanned skin. The first man started by giving her some head, tonguing her full pussy lips. The others standing by and jerking off. She soon began to buck and groan. Sighing with pleasure as her pussy was tickled and tongued.

Giddily she turned onto her knees. Spreading herself so she could be eaten from behind. One of the men obliged, grasping her full ass and burying his mouth between her legs.
‘Mmm oh yeah’ Vikki gasped in her sexy southern drawl. Confident and horny, one walked around the bed, his dick bobbing and took up stance in front of her. Then, pushing back her hair, Vikki raised a hand and placed her wedding ringed hand around his shaft.
‘Oh yeah that’s nice Hon’ Bob grinned as his wife played her tongue on the tip of his erection before wrapping her lips around and choking down on it.
‘Yeah bitch, suck that dick’ he gasped. Sucking noisily Vikki turned and took the next in her willing, married mouth. The sight was one to behold as she forced it down her throat, his flat shaved sack flattening against her chin.

The horny men where soon ready to fuck Vikki properly. All the time encouraged by Bob. One of them began kissing her on the mouth again as a second mounted the bed. With one arm he pinned one of her legs out to the side and pushed his way in. Vikki moaned as he penetrated deep, her lips spreading to take him. Accommodating him and reaching out to hold the other two men who stood awaiting their turn. She grinned at her husband who was red faced and revelling in the sight. Slowly, building up the man’s big ass shifted and drove moans from her lips.
‘That’s it. Fuck her. Fuck that married whore’ Bob grinned. I could understand why he wanted to be close to his wife. I shared a glance with Kathy. Both shocked by just how roughly the men treated her. The big man rode, pushing himself up all the way so his balls slapped between her thighs again and again. Letting loose a little shriek Vikki announced that she was coming. As his dick pounded into her pussy the whole exposed ridge of his black dick glistened with her juice.

With a slap on the back he gave up his turn for now and one of the others guided himself in. Big as he was this second male penetrated all the way, filling Vikki and making her groan loudly with satisfaction. Folding her ankles over his waist he fucked her quickly. There was raw aggression in his fucking and when he came Vikki was gasping and breathless.
‘You nut in her’ Bob grinned hopefully.
‘Uh-huh’ he nodded wiping his brow. The third man wasted no time. His cock a long hard erection. We could see how excited he was. How much he was looking forward to screwing this hot woman. He slid himself and started taking his turn. On and on it went. The three black men using her body, tapping each other of the shoulder to take a turn. Grunting with satisfaction as they made love to her. Bob encouraged all the time. Asking his wife if she was ok and telling the men to pump her harder.
‘That’s good married hole eh boys?’ There was strain on her face as her pussy was used. Kathy squeezed my hand. For a long time now she had had been looking forward to being here today. She was transfixed, enjoying the sight. We where watching a lovely, white woman being aggressively bred. She wanted a black baby alright. Enjoying every moment.

Beside me Kathy’s breathing became heavy. Showing her own excitement as she stepped a little closer. Bob shared her look. He too found the sight too perverse and too wonderful to ignore. Reaching into a top pocket he produced a small bottle of blue tablets. Pills to keep the erections going. The rhythmic squeaking of the bed ground to a halt as the current stud unloaded his balls into Vikki’s fertile womb. Each had blown one load into her from my understanding and as the current stud unloaded his balls the next taking his place, sliding easily into her cunt. He was the biggest of the three. Thick dark meat. Vikki groaned. Her legs stiffening as he ground in the last inch. Gasping with fulfilling pleasure. Her face showing the strain and the size of their big cocks. The first sign of semen running down her crack as her body was violently ravaged.

I swapped hands with my wife and slipped my arm around her neat, tight waist. Her skirt was quite high above the knee. Showing off her smooth legs. Right down to her shiny, high heels. It was a sexy outfit. Classy and stylish. She was watching another woman being bred. Unable to hide how turned on this made her. I looked longingly down to her cleavage. Prominent but tastefully displayed. Kathy has an envious, wonderful figure. I’m a lucky man. Since Vikki and Bob had invited us to watch one of their breeding sessions she had thought of little else. She liked to watch the videos at home with me. Maybe imagining herself in Vikki’s place. Being bred by a group of horny black men over and over as they dumped their sperm into her one by one. She was ashamed of herself I knew. But she couldn’t hide from me how she felt.

Gently I traced my hand down her back. Making her shiver as I touched her smooth white skin. Kathy glanced at me and smiled. Trying to show me she was ok. From the bed Vikki was moaning louder. Calling out as she was furiously humped. I could see just how aroused my own wife was. The sight, the noise and smell of the room. It was really getting to her. Kathy’s hand squeezed again on mine as the big, black cock pumped on before her eyes. Pounding away. Her dark eyes fixed to where he was thrusting deep and hard into Vikki’s body. Taking every inch deep with hot sperm running, oozing out of her willing cunt. Running down between her thighs to the sheet. The blonde seemed delirious with pleasure while the men could not hide their satisfaction. Engaged in constant discourse with Bob. Each stroke controlled and strong as the current stud fucked back and forth. His huge balls flopping against her. Meeting her again and again.

As if sensing my wife’s look, he turned his head and looked her in the eye. There was sweat on his brow and his eyes where intense. He knew what she was feeling and all the men had regularly been glancing over in her direction. I smiled as she swallowed dryly. Enjoying his look as it ran down her beautiful figure. Down over her big tits to her legs then back up to her face again. One of the other men followed his stare and grinned. His teeth showing a bright white as he shamelessly admired her chest. His cock was a firm, glistening erection and he held it so Kathy could see. Gently stroking it up and down. As if my wife where thinking what it would be like to have every black inch deep between her legs. To have each pound her into the mattress. Kathy took a small step back. As if caught in the magic and not wishing to impose. She couldn’t do this could she? Bob though, had noticed. He knew what was happening here and with a smile he nodded to me.

‘I think there’s more white pussy going here boys’ he said with a mocking laugh. Kathy’s tongue ran over her lips and her eyes widened as if in shock. Amazed to hear spoken out loud what she clearly felt inside. The attention was suddenly all on her. Pulling her waist to me I pushed back her dark, rich hair.
‘Your well overdue some black cock’ I whispered in her ear. Letting go my wife’s hand we could all see her indecision. Even though I knew she would never regret her choice to come here today. Vikki saw it as well.
‘Too good for nigger dick?’ she asked, her voice erratic and jerking between hard, deep strokes.
‘Of…Of course not’ came Kathy’s hasty, offended tone. Her voice trailed off as she realised what she had said. Vikki smiled.
‘Prove it honey’.

That was all the men needed. The two sculpted males who had been watching and waiting their turn with Vikki crossed the bed, determined to seize their chance. I moved away from my wife as they approached. Leaving her alone and exposed to the side of the hotel room. Their faces were lean and hungry. The nearest one was broad and tall, his skin quite dark with a thick layer of muscle over his abdomen. Even on her high heels Kathy was three or four inches shorter than he. His cock was standing out, erect and shifting side to side as he walked.
‘You look fine baby?’ he muttered as his friend joined him the two men began touching my wife’s body. Kathy stood almost rigidly. Staring straight ahead as her big tits were gathered and lifted through the dress. Enjoying her wonderfully kept figure. Running their palms and fingers over her hips, chest and down her shoulders. Kathy released a long breath, so turned on she closed her eyes. Statuesque as they touched her. The impatience of the men came first though. Kathy seemed to shiver as her dress was roughly unzipped down the back. As if suddenly awakened from a dream. Glancing back at me she already she knew what was going to happen. It was too late and there was a look of acceptance about her. As the man slipped her dress down to the floor she stood submissively. The one at her back, eagerly struggling to unfasten her bra as his brother held up Kathy’s chin, looked into her eyes and traced lines down her cheeks with the back of his hand. Even now I could still see her conscience battling with her. As this intimidating black man ran his eyes down her body she returned his look. Vikki was still being screwed hard, gasping that she was coming again. Her bull watched events with interest as she rocked under the weight of him. His ass driving up and down, burying his black meat inside her with each stroke.

They had soon dispensed with my wife’s bra and panties. She was naked now except for her high heels and jewellery. Kathy looked back at me almost apologetically. The men’s eyes remained the same. Cruel and impatient. I couldn’t save her and taking my wife firmly by the arm the two men led her urgently over to the bed. Both their cocks erect from the sight of her body. Ready to work. They didn’t want to know Kathy. They just wanted to put her down and breed the new whore hard. Unable to hide his urgency the man put his large hands on her shoulders and pushed her onto the bed. As Kathy gingerly lay back he expertly parted her legs, spreading and pinning them apart beneath his large, tattooed arms. Vikki rolled and lay alongside her new friend. A large grin on her face as she squeezed Kathy’s hand encouragingly.
‘Fuck her hard’ she beamed up at him as her own legs where quickly opened in similar fashion. Both women side by side. Looking up at the black men with anxious expectation.

Their desire to breed them both had been there from the beginning. There was a truly wicked look in his eyes as the man roughly fingered Kathy’s cunt. First one finger then two.
‘Shit she tight’ he grinned provoking laughter from the others. ‘First black dick baby?’ Kathy was helpless. ‘Hey hubby’ he grinned to me. ‘Want to watch me fuck your wife?’ I walked on heavy legs closer. His cock nudging her pussy lips open, the head penetrating inside for the very first time. Even that drew a little gasp from my wife. Beside her the blonde was already taking it to the balls. The bed rocking sideways as her lover laid in. His heavy sack slapping away, eager to unload thick, white seed. Although certainly wet Kathy wasn’t there yet and she grimaced at me as she was penetrated deeper. I stood at the rear, watching as he worked his way in. Quite aggressive as he drew back. Beside him his friend felt her tits. Waiting for his turn. Kathy was so excited. Her cunt looked juicy, tight and willing. Soaking his dick as he gently thrust against her. Taking as much of his cock as she could my wife’s mouth fell open.
‘Oh…Oh god’ she gasped. Gripping the bedsheet with her hands.

‘Dat’s some tight married pussy’ he grinned. Gritting his teeth he began fucking her with slow controlled strokes. Mating her hard and clearly enjoying the effect he was having on her.
‘There you go Peter’ Bob remarked, noticing the look on my face. ‘Better get used to it’. With a sudden outburst Kathy came, her leg’s stiffening in the air and a series of gasps escaping her mouth. She panted heavily, surprised with herself. Her man’s cock was oily with her pussy juice and spurned on he began fucking with firmer strokes. It was nice indeed. Vikki got some more cum first and when Kathy looked across at her friend she was close to tears. Her lips moving and gasping as her legs hung helplessly in the air. As the man unloaded inside the blonde my wife came again. Twice in five minutes. Knowing she would be getting his cum soon enough. Her eyes blinking open and she stared blankly up at the ceiling. Her man gave her a second to recover. Enjoying how he had made her come and determined to put a black baby into her belly. With a grunt he began fucking her again. Making sure she would never forget his big dick up inside her. He grinned and put his foot up on the bed. Laying in harder. Ready to finish.
‘Take my cum bitch’ he gasped, his hips violently thrusting until he came. Burying himself deep and unloading his seed.

Without a word the men changed places and a new man took over on Kathy. She looked visibly shaken as he hooked her legs purposefully over his forearms, asserting his dominance. From the look on his face she knew he was in charge now. He would breed Kathy if she wanted him to or not. He began screwing her cunt with deep, long strokes. His pole pulling back and pushing home. Gaining pace. Soon he was screwing her hard and fast. Making the bed rock heavily as he gave her every inch. I stood at the back, watching my wife’s pussy spread around his greasy dick. It was some minutes before his sperm joined that of his friends. Taking his time as he made sure to shoot every last drop. As he pulled his cock from my wife’s body he pushed his finger into her slit. I had seen this before. Kathy had too and she pushed as he tried to work the cum out. Vikki rolled onto the side.
‘She’s keepin’ it in’ she gasped. As the third man parted my wife’s legs I noticed he was less well endowed than the other two. With a smile I realised that their cum was shot far too deep inside her cunt. Probably right into her womb.

At this Kathy smiled. She rested on her elbows, enjoying herself as the next man pushed open her legs. His cock was soaking wet, three quarters hard. Slippery even and delivered straight from Vikki’s cunt. Kathy took it right to the balls. Revelling in being dominated by such a powerful black man. She looked over to me. Knowing how much we had each dreamt of doing something like this. Groaning as he felt her tits and began fucking her with short quick strokes. The two women’s groans and cries filled the room. Desperate and pleading. Screwing so hard. Her body jerking and shaking. Vikki took another load. The sweat dripping from his brow as he blew his salty cum. Beside her Kathy’s eyes turned upward. The black cocks driving like a ramrod in and out of her.

It struck me then that I was finally getting my rewards. I was getting cuckolded for sure now and whatever my misconceptions or plans prior to today, that was exactly what was happening. This was on far greater a level than what we had done with Randall. Indeed I had never dreamt everything would transpire as smoothly as it had. Kathy was willing and obviously enjoying herself as I looked on. The men fucked both women at different paces. Kathy’s eyes wet, her lips trembling as she took the stiff but deserved brunt. Her legs rigid in the air as the studs hips drew back again and again and again. She was still wearing her high heels. Somehow making her a pedestal of fuckable beauty. I exchanged a look with Bob. After all both our wives where being bred side by side. Each of them with black cock filling their cunts. His eyes where glued to Vikki. The lovely slut enjoying what she was getting.
‘I want a black baby’ she groaned out loud as she shook more.
‘Oh yes…..Yes’ Kathy groaned. The two studs were laying into the two white women hard. Kathy’s man leaned in, pushing her wider while pumping her deep and hard. Making her tits bounce and roll as he went. Bob seemed as excited as me. Both the women being bred like this was such a treat. I had never envisaged it in all my life.
‘Can you feel that cum inside you Kathy?’ he asked. His voice wavering and showing his joy.

My wife responded with a sigh, her eyes tightly closed. Bob drew my attention to the rear where like Vikki, the seed was beginning to dribble and run out. Truly an amazing sight. Almost immediately I knew she was coming. Though as soon as Kathy had savoured her orgasm her cunt was filled again by the biggest black dick. The man who had fucked her first. He went vigorously, his balls meeting her hard and making her tits bounce on her chest. I was amazed how effortlessly they penetrated the two women. By this time Vikki was getting it too. I knew I’d never forget this sight. Particularly of Bob holding her hand while she was being bred. Funnily enough I didn’t imagine Kathy would get pregnant. Not when Vikki had been trying for months I certainly could imagine my wife getting knocked up on her first black seed. Kathy was enjoying it so much now. Encouraged by Vikki no doubt.

As they where ridden hard both women called out wanting black babies. It seemed to spurn the men on and made my cock stand on end when I heard it coming from my wife’s lips. Vikki turned onto her knees. Allowing one man to take her from behind while she sucked his friend across the bed. The same, well hung man was still drilling Kathy deep. A leering eager look on his torrid face. She seemed to be taking his cock comfortably inside her. The large, head stuck up somewhere in her womb. At last he pulled out and came over Kathy’s belly.
‘Your supposed to shoot inside’ Bob joked. The man grinned. It was a nice load. Thick. Though he wasn’t about to let his come go to waste.
‘You gonna get this where you want it’ he said, pushing Kathy’s legs apart. I watched amazed as he began dipping his fingers into the jelly and pushing them up my wife’s cunt. Her lips where quite messy already as she sat watching him do it. The spunk finally having oozed out and leaving a mess between her married legs.
‘I’m going to put that to work’ she assured him.

Another hour passed before it was all finished. Then, dismissive yet obviously satisfied with their afternoons work the men left. Bob shook hands with each at the door, insisting he compensate each for the cost of travel to the hotel. His wife Vikki was her jubilant self, a stark contrast to my own wife. Kathy was worn out from the afternoon. Both emotionally and physically. I could see it in her face as she passed by me to put her clothes on in the bathroom. The day certainly hadn’t turned out the way we had planned. We had intended just to watch Vikki but Kathy had ended up being black bred just as hard. I don’t think she could believe what had happened and was likely still in shock. As though her carnal instincts towards the sculpted black males who had seen to her were at war with a deep rooted sense of morality. As I led her gingerly down the stairs and outside to the car both women parted with a last knowing glance. Each wondering if the other would be the one to fall pregnant? It was what they both wanted. Even if this had been Kathy’s first session and I was now in no doubt my wife wanted a black child. I couldn’t help but wonder on her words to one of the men. Was she already putting his seed to work?

Over the next few days Kathy felt what I can only imagine was a mixture of shame and guilt over that she had done. How could she face our family or our friends? She kept asking me if I felt about her any different. I couldn’t lie. Of course I loved her but watching those men taking turns with her was so…..erotic. It had just happened. We had been fully sucked into Bob and Vikki’s world and deep down Kathy had enjoyed it too. Maybe it was that small fact that played on her mind. A month or so past. As well as Vikki’s next video which she kindly sent to us. After the first four weeks had past Kathy bought one of those home pregnancy tests. We already knew that Vikki was still negative. I waited outside the bathroom while my wife carried out the test. When she finally opened the door her eyes where wet and she looked a little shaky. She wasn’t pregnant though perhaps she must have truly believed she was going to have a baby and I could see the disappointment clear as day. It seemed she would need the treatment again if she was ever going to get in the club.

When Vikki and Bob sent us an invitation to a new meet the forthcoming month Kathy wanted some time to think it over. For several days she delayed. Her conscience pulling her this way and that. The more Kathy thought about it, the more she knew she had to do it. I always knew she’d say ‘YES’ and we had soon accepted. Bob was planning to bring in four black studs to service the two women. He claimed to find them on the internet but wrote to each in person. Bob did have his contacts and he knew how to get hold of black men who preferred ‘white’ and ‘married’. I was of course, very keen on there being an extra guest. It meant there would be an extra pair of balls smacking between my wife’s legs. Not to mention a lot more cum squirting deep into her cunt.

That morning I drove Kathy into town. She wanted to have her hair done and was insistent on looking her very best. As proud and stylish as she is, my wife was desperate to please the men. She needn’t have worried because I knew they where going to love pumping her full of their seed. There had been such a change of power in the States. We had seen it with the ever growing number of black celebrities, athletes, singers and politicians. However our views were not that of the predominantly white town in which we had both grown up. To me it made perfect sense that modern Caucasian women would be drawn towards dating coloured males. I was no about to deny Kathy that.

Fondly I remembered how they had treated both women on the last occasion. Almost as if they knew if was their time now and some white pussy was long overdue. Kathy’s figure has always been very shapely with a slim waist, great legs and full 32DD tits. We were hopeful that pretty soon, she would have a bulging belly too. Bob had set another twist to the days excitement. In that he wanted both women to wear their wedding dresses for the shoot. I thought it was a great idea. Kathy’s was traditionally white, delicately hand embroidered and had been very expensive when we bought it. We had kept it in the loft, wrapped neatly away, safe from dust and damp. I searched around for a while, brought it down and let my wife take her time unwrapping it. It certainly brought back memories as she tried it on in our bedroom. Needless to say, she looked absolutely stunning. Every woman values her big day and all the fitting she had undergone to get it just right had been so worth it. Though it seemed unlikely the dress would survive the hostile nature of a breeding session we both acknowledged the sacrifice. Using her in the dress would be an extra treat for the men. Having two white brides to dump their loads inside.

We set off early on our drive. Kathy wearing a short, revealing gold dress with slender straps, raised heels and a neat red handbag over her shoulder. She had her hair down on her shoulders and looked like she was going to a dinner party, not a gang-bang. It was a couple of hours drive and the mood in the car was one of quiet but anxious excitement. My wife stared for the most part, from the cars window, remaining thoughtful as we headed off the freeway and through some rural passages. As before we met Bob and Vikki in the lobby of the hotel. It was a nice, secluded place with an air of class and I took Kathy’s hand as we walked through the air-conditioned double doors.

Vikki was sitting cross-legged at a glass table, the remains of at least two cocktails in front of her. Beside her, Bob, sunglasses covering his eyes and a cigarette in the corner of his mouth.
‘It’s so great you’ve decided to come back’ Vikki grinned as the two women kissed lightly on the cheek. ‘Having another couple there…well, it wasn’t the same without you’. Her smile was broad and very real behind blue, clear eyes. There was no doubting Vikki was a good looking woman, her dark blonde hair maintaining a play-full bounce. As we had drinks Kathy remained mostly silent. She knew what was coming later and I could tell now, how apprehensive she was about going through with it. As on our last meeting the couple tried their up most to be welcoming towards her. They could perhaps see how torn she was yet there was an extra spice in Vikki’s eye. I had begun to suspect that she felt a little more strongly about my wife than she let on. Putting down her Martini Kathy spoke up.
‘So you had another ‘meet’ since our last?’.
‘Yes honey’ smiled Vikki putting on a face of pleasure and remembrance. ‘Two brothers who contacted Bob here…what? Two?’.
‘Two months ago’ Bob nodded.
‘Shame you weren’t there Honey….One each’. She bit the cherry from her drink and re-crossed her long tanned legs.

To the onlooker we were two regular couples catching up on old times. Bob and I toasted the two women: our queens. Then just as we had done so I noticed a dirty red van pull into the car-park. Two black men emerged from either side. The first was a tall, imposing character wearing a red Chicago Bulls ‘Hoody’. I recognised one of the men from the first shoot. He had been the largest of the three with the biggest cock and the one who had shown Kathy the most attention. Smiling to myself I was pleased he had returned. The second was older and less lean with a rounded face and brown skin. There were tattoo’s on both arms, his hair closely braided but I estimated him at a bulky mid forties. My eyes followed the pair as they walked to the rear of the van and opened the doors for another two to hop down. One was a younger man in his early twenties and the other was very distinctive, wearing a baggy cap with dreadlocks spilling down the back. His beard was dyed dark blonde that even from a distance made me quite formidable. Skin so dark I knew we certainly wouldn’t have trouble telling if he was the father of any baby. Kathy noticed the arrival and put down her glass, stiffening visibly in her chair as the men came through the door and took seats around us.

From the start, their attentions were implicitly placed upon the two women. Everyone knew why they were here and the was no mistaking that the men were here for one thing: white pussy. Vikki and Bob welcomed them warmly with Hubby quickly jumping to get drinks from the bemused bar-keeper. It must have seemed a peculiar sight. The men ready and eager, all eyes and smiles at the two lovely married ladies we had brought for them. Each grinning and ogling them with keen intent. All four took Vikki’s outstretched hand then extended Kathy the same courtesy. From what mutterings between themselves I overheard they were all equally delighted that both women, while quality had put such an effort into their appearance too. Vikki wore a very sexy, black evening dress with gold strapless high heel shoes. Her tits were pushed up, neatly on show and she flirted shamelessly as the men enjoyed her tight, tanned body. Around her ankle was a slender silver chain with a heart shaped pendant, the words, ‘Hot Wife’ inscribed upon the metal. As Vikki chatted the younger man perched on the side of Kathy’s chair and introduced himself as Michael. He was built like a pro football player, confident and sure of himself. Probably used to flattering women black and white. My wife responded a little shyly as he eyed her up. Letting his gaze wander generously over her chest. Not wanting to be cheap I bought us all another round of drinks and when I returned the large, imposing male from the first meet ‘Samuel’ had taken my chair and both men were inspecting Kathy at close quarters. There was instinctive aggression in his horny eyes too. Both Kathy and Vikki where hot. Though there was no question who Samuel was most looking forward to drilling later.

‘Are you men ready to fuck us?’ Vikki grinned sweeping her blonde hair over her shoulder and drawing a chuckle from Bob. She could be very forthcoming but to her credit she knew exactly what she wanted. I put my head down, afraid one of the hotel staff would hear. Then glancing at Kathy I realised she also held similar concerns. Seeing this Vikki reached out and put a hand on my wife’s knee. ‘…and I want to see you balls deep in this one’ she added with a wink towards the more aggressive of my wife’s admirers.
‘Don’t worry bout dat’ came a deep unsophisticated reply. We all knew Samuel meant it. It was true and he held Kathy’s eye a short while before my wife looked away. That certainly seemed to break the ice. Kathy smiled down into her lap. Recognising what a pounding he was undoubtedly going to give her later.

Together we all moved towards the lift, both women’s high heels tapping and clicking on the marble floor of the lobby. My wife’s dress was slightly shorter, providing a very appealing look at her legs. Once there, Kathy and Vikki stood among the four, much taller men with myself and Bob pushed to the back. They had already begun to take over. No sooner had the doors closed that Vikki was as agreeable as ever, grinning as the older, bulky frame of Lester began putting his hands on her tits, groping her breasts in his big palms. The hot blonde revelled in the attention she was receiving yet my own wife remained noticeably tense, watching her friend flirt unashamedly through the corner of her eye. When Michael gently lowered his hands onto her ass I noticed her swallow dryly, arms hanging rigidly by her sides as she glanced at me. A look of intoxication and anxiety rolled up into one. Almost immediately Samuel reached out and brushed his palm over both her firm tits. Though she returned his gaze she seemed a little intimidated. Certainly against the strong, black bulls that surrounded her. Running their eyes up and down her body.

Together we all left the lift and went along the corridor towards the room that Bob had booked. He took the lead, taking the card from his wallet, inserting it into the lock and making way as our group moved past him. The room was indeed bigger than the last. Bright and spacious with thin lace curtains covering the windows. Two single beds stood against the wall, separated by a table and a narrow isle. We were here now and there was no turning back. The men were considerably more horny and as Bob got his camera out they became distinctly more impatient. Vikki, ever willing, went between them. Starting with the muscle-bound, dread-locked ‘Dante’, kissing each heavily on the lips while having her ass groped raunchily. This drew a smile from her husband who enjoyed watching her act like a married slut. The men threw regular looks at Kathy. Perhaps eager for her to show some similar familiarity. For now she watched, almost envious of how the other woman was behaving. It didn’t make her any less of a target. If anything the men seemed even more encouraged to breed this proud woman hard.

I went to get Kathy’s wedding dress from the car, throwing her a look as I past. I felt she needed to flirt more and offer herself to the men. Perhaps thus far she had been sending mixed signals and I didn’t want there to be any misunderstanding. She seemed to understand what I wanted for when I returned my wife was in a heated embrace with Michael, her arms hanging up around his thick neck while his hands groped her ass hard through her dress. As I closed the door the couple separated and smiled, first at each other then around at the rest of us. Bob had stripped the two single beds to just a sheet and pillow. He already had Vikki’s dress handy though had waited until I returned to present it to her. Needless to say, his wife was still chatting and flirting. Sitting in the lap of Dante with her arm seductively around his solid neck. Kathy was visibly relaxing and enjoying the attention. Lester and Michael talked quietly to her. Hands on hips, nodding and smiling as they each touched and lifted her shapely breasts in turn.

There was still a feeling of aggression in the room, none more-so than from the silent Samuel and it was clear that he was well ready to start some mixed race fucking. My wife knew it as she took the bag containing her dress from me, her smile weakening as she waited for her friend.
‘See you in a minute boys’ Vikki laughed and closed the door behind her. We all waited as the two ladies readied themselves in the adjoining room. It was an impatient period. They were quite a long time and hardly a word was uttered while they were away. Bob tinkered with his camera and one of the men flicked on the TV, hardly paying attention to anyone. It didn’t matter. I knew Kathy would put every effort into her appearance and I suspected the Vikki would be similarly proud. She would be sat at a mirror until she was satisfied. A little adjustment to her makeup and perhaps a spray or two of perfume to her neck.

At last the door opened and the two women came walking in, Vikki leading the way and beaming as happily as she probably had on her wedding day. I don’t think anyone had a limp dick. She wore a stylish gold number, knee length with crossover straps down the back and her tits lifted magnificently through the front. Kathy’s dress was more traditional. The bridal-wear ran down from the top of her neck, covered her cleavage with pretty embroidered lace and down each arm to her wrists. It favoured a respectable look, typically billowing out from her waist right down to the pretty white shoes which were as yet invisible to us. The quality showed. My wife even carried a bouquet of red and white flowers. Both Bob and I shared a moment.

Remembering our old days and completely forgetting the black men to waited behind us, eager to breed our two brides. The two very different women posed in front of us, suited to the row of horny eyes. Despite Kathy’s apprehension they both looked excited, particularly after the dressing up. Tired of merely looking the males quickly paired off. The dark skinned Dante and Lester approaching the grinning Vikki while the handsome Michael moved with Samuel towards my own wife. She remained rigid as they slowly encircled her, hands moving all over her body and enjoying their obvious power. Even through the veil I could see how turned on she was, bottling up the impulsive feelings she had for this sort of man. Their rough black hands brushing over her tits through the elegant, thick fabric. Bob and I both watched the women, eager for them to be bred as hard as last time. Knowing that soon, their cunts and wombs would be oozing hot, white cum from these superior black males. Vikki was soon on her knees, noisily sucking off some sizeable dark cock. She was incredibly vigorous, gasping and spitting on Lester’s long brown snake before squeezing it down to the back of her throat. Gagging noisily like a greedy slut as Dante stood, fully erect and waiting his turn.
‘Oh yeah honey’ said Bob, ‘suck those black cocks’.
‘Uh, tastes good Hon’ came her candid reply. Her hand and lips sliding quickly up and down their dark poles with such enthusiasm that her hair fell regularly into her eyes. She was distinctly more wild than Kathy but that was simply her nature. Both men were extremely well hung and her eager slurping drew further coos of encouragement from her husband. Not to mention desperate sighs and grins from the two men.

Samuel unzipped. He was very long, bending then bobbing up into the air as he let down his pants. The thickness of his dark cock was impressive, veins running down the length of his shaft towards a powerful head. Michael joined him, slapping his own meat into his hand and working it gently. Kathy fumbled to the floor. A white whore in her wedding dress for their amusement. The big, alpha male lifted the veil, flexing his dick in her face and working back the thick foreskin to expose his shiny, brown head beneath. My wife blinked nervously as he began thrusting his end over and against her lips, finally pressing between them and making a heavy bulge against the inside of her cheek. Kathy’s eyes were staring right ahead. Almost oblivious to Bob as he snapped pictures of the imposing bull stroking his hips back and forth, fucking her pretty mouth.

Kathy slid a hand around the significant base of Samuel’s cock. Her wedding ring in full view as she began bobbing her head and sucking dutifully.
‘Mmm dats it…dats it…’ he sighed hands on hips. I felt incredible as I watched her hand and lips work that magnificent cock, pleasuring him as well as she could. ‘Mmm you watch this Hubby’ he grinned to me. ‘You get good look at this’. My wife allowed him more room to slide right to the back of her throat then drew him out, spittle covered and glistening.
Michael guided her other hand up to his own member, pleased as she made a fist and began wanking him gently. In moments she was using her mouth on him too, her red lips looking good as they slid up and down over and over.

Vikki was already on the bed, still in her dress with the gold panties discarded on the floor. The dread-locked Dante had quickly mounted her, wrapping those tanned legs around his back and was humping away with sudden grunts. Briefly at first, but growing to a sudden, stiff stroke that drove similar moans from Vikki’s mouth.
‘Oh fuck me…yes….ohh’ Bob’s wife shuddered as he found her spot and started pumping his dick into her. She was being ridden hard but her look was one of sheer delight. The strain telling both in her voice and the bed which creaked and groaned under Dante’s steady fucking. It smacked against the wall with a thump….thump. Kathy’s men were ready for a piece of her married pussy too. Well sucked, they helped her to her feet then followed to the second bed. My wife cast a blank, sad look down as she walked past Vikki. Their fucking was hard and shocking though the pleasure on the blondes face was insurmountable. ‘Oh god, he’s big’ she gasped. Her legs were spread wide and drawn up, Dante’s big black balls smacking and bouncing against her soaked mound. As usual Bob sat on his chair, watching and grinning at his black owned wife. The men where right behind Kathy. She swallowed as she hesitantly placed the bouquet of flowers down on the table then turned and sat on the bed. I could see how apprehensive she was. The shame in her eyes combined with a true attraction to the men that wanted her. Her gaze was forward, staring as she glanced again across at Vikki and knowing her time had nearly come.

Without another moments hesitation she lifted her legs and lay on her back. First was Samuel. His black cock was stiff and hard for Kathy, a solid erection of nine or more inches and very thick. He wasted no time, absolutely intent on pumping both women full of his seed. The bed creaked as he climbed on and impatiently began hitching up my wife’s wedding dress, exposing her welcoming, married sex. Certainly the notion of breeding a fine white female adorned in such a fashion was implicitly appealing to him. Giving his cock a quick stroke he roughly parted Kathy’s leg with one arm fingering her cunny with relish. My wife was very wet and he pressed first one, then two fingers in to fuck her knuckle deep.

‘Mmm dat pussy nice Hubby’ he smiled at me, working his hand. Satisfied he withdrew and guided his great cock towards her. His determination made Kathy gasp out loud, the soles of her white shoes facing upwards towards the ceiling as her second leg was pinned helplessly apart. Her pretty cunt an easy target now for his black meat she gripped the bed tightly with both hands, casting a look up at Michael who stood waiting his turn.
‘Ohhhh…oh my God’ she gasped, a desperate expression as Samuel’s black cock pressed the lips of her vagina apart, stretched and worked up inside her. Her hands gripped the bed so tight her knuckles were white. He squeezed hard, determined to fill her. Kathy wouldn’t be tight for very long. She grimaced, letting out a slow, desperate sigh as he began humping. Fitting himself firmly between her legs as a key into a lock. She was wet and so obviously ready. The sight of my wife’s cunny spread around the girth of this man was incredible. In moments he was thrusting back and forth, the bed upon which she lay thudding against the wall as she took his fucking. Each time his meat pushing deeper into her body, forcing her apart and working his way up inside. The black stud looked down on her. His eyes cruel. Kathy’s face was close to breaking point, whimpering as her cunt struggled to accommodate him. He lay atop her, his ass rampant as it bounded up and down. Making her gasp as he shoved the last inches home and his heavy, full balls flattened against her body. For a moment her mouth fell open and her red lips seeming to tremble. Her orgasm burst through her as rotating his hips, Samuel paused then drew back and began to thrust again and again.

I enjoyed watching him fuck my wife particularly in her wedding dress which must have been truly satisfying for him. Her cunt accepting the inevitable, sudden strokes she gradually returned his look as his long, long dick rooted her married belly deep. Ashamed by what she was doing but loving it as well. He stared hungrily down on her. Unable to hide his pleasure and satisfaction in breeding a white woman.
‘Nice Man…nice’ said Michael, wanking away in readiness. Harder he began to fuck. Making sure Kathy could feel his balls meeting her body. Waiting for the come he would deliver right into her fertile womb. It was such a treat to see both women side by side. Their white legs being roughly spread by big black cock. Both Kathy and Vikki were being fucked at different speeds. Vikki most vigorously though I knew Kathy would get hers.

The blonde took the first load.
‘Breed me’ she gasped, grinning with joy as Lester mounted her. I watched the dark skinned, yellow bearded male grin and catch his breath. His cock was soaked, semi-hard for dumping the first load into Vikki. Blowing out a deep breath he stroked himself and strolled over to the second bed to await a turn with Kathy. Samuel’s frame was already driving pleading gasps from her mouth as the bed met the wall with frequent strokes. I noticed that she was already so wet and able to take his cock with much less force.
‘Yeah’ he gasped. ‘There you are….Yeah….fuck yeah….’ his strokes drawing more desperate as his cock and heavy sack got ready to deliver.
‘Yes….please….oh please..’ my wife groaned, her eyes watering. The sweat was collecting neatly on his head. His mammoth arms keeping her legs apart as his ass bounded up and down between them. He was breeding her. Ready to shoot any second and everyone could tell how ready her pussy was. Kathy sniffed, her eyes fluttering as she reached orgasm, rocking back against the paced strokes. I knew his first load would be heavy. With a grunt and several deep breaths he pushed himself deep and came.

‘Ahhhh..ahhhhhh….shit…’. Bob clapped and grinned, acknowledging the fact. The man rolled his hips as they’re bodied slowed and calmed. Slowly Samuel drew back, his shaft dropping free and my wife cunt hole closing shut behind. Keeping the sperm in, for now.
Michael quickly took over. He was horny too and his eagerness showed. This was the nature of breeding. There was no letup. Kathy took her legs behind the knees as he pinned her apart with new enthusiasm. Holding herself open as he climbed onto the bed. Unknown to Kathy a small ball of greasy semen had rolled out of her cunt and was on its way down towards the underside of her dress. My wife was still quite breathless already and her composure obviously paper thin. She lay looking passively up at the ceiling and likely still reeling from the orgasm Samuel had given her, her eyes still glazed. With a shrug Michael eased himself in, making my wife’s mouth drop open as he filled her. Once again her pussy stretched to accommodate black girth, defeated as he began to fuck her. On the matching bed, Vikki had a climax of her own, her shriek probably audible down the corridor as she squirted powerfully.

‘Oh good God yes!’. Bob had been watching Kathy get it but returned to his own wife, camera in hand. She smiled and waved up at him under the steady fucking of Lester. I moved to the back of the room, watching the scene in front of me and feeling dry. The room was heating up. Vikki’s dress was soon open, exposing her tits. She was jerking roughly, air being driven from her lungs on each stroke. Kathy too was on her back, gritting her teeth and whimpering as the handsome young man drilled her to a finish.
Kathy took such pride in her body. I loved seeing her legs spread around a black waist but now she drew them up and folded her ankles tightly behind his waist. They where so smooth, white and nicely waxed. Michael’s balls were particularly big. Hairy and black as they smacked between them, supported by the shaft that chugged in and out. Beside him Vikki had already taken another load and the formidable figure of the first alpha male was climbing onto the bed and demanding more. He would make her suck him before he fucked her. She had become so obedient. Submissive even. Vikki was rubbing her pussy. Seeing the dribble between Kathy’s legs one of them was attempting to work come to the surface of Vikki’s mound. Her legs were apart, showing the glistening of her cunt. Then as she rubbed herself, inserting her fingers the cum first began to run. Vikki laughed as she drew it out, groaning as the dark hero mounted and slid himself up inside her.

On it went. The two women groaning together. Lying on their backs with black men between their legs. After Dante had powerfully fucked Kathy into submission each of the men had been with both women. The dress Vikki had been wearing was now discarded on the floor and the only attire on her body were the high heels and a pair of suspenders. Her tits bounced heavily and this had not been lost of the men. Suddenly Michael appeared with a pair of scissors he had found in Bob’s bag, grinning to the others as he went to my wife’s bed. Kathy looked down sadly, closing her eyes as he stood over her and began cutting her dress. The expensive embroidery was resistant as he forced the scissors bit by bit through the lace from the neck down. Struggling, cursing and finally ripping the chest violently open, the material coming apart and exposing Kathy’s big tits. Spurred on by this Lester, raised himself onto his arms and in moments he was pounding her balls deep. Briefly he paused lowering his head and putting his mouth over her right breast, sucking the round flat nipple noisily.

‘Mmm dats fine whi’ pussy man’ he grinned. Kathy gasped, her cunt greased with the semen of all four men. Enjoying being used as Michael squatted down and fondled her tits in turn.The men seemed insatiable. Kathy was breathless and visibly shaken as I sat by her. Laying back in her torn, ruined wedding dress. She had been getting big black cock for nearly two and a half hours and there had been little letup in the fucking. Unsurprisingly, greasy, white semen was dribbling out of her and down her ass with a thick wad sitting right between the lips. I had noticed this on Vikki too and as I watched I wondered how much she was holding. For a moment she was vacant and with a smile I pushed in my finger. My wife was hot inside and incredibly wet and greasy. I put one then two fingers inside her and to the knuckle without trouble.

Approaching Samuel moved my hand aside, then slid himself effortless up inside Kathy’s cunt. He gave me a grin as his balls flattened against her body.
‘You like dat hubby?’ he asked. It was amazing to see her lips spread wide around the base of his dick. ‘You know I luv married pussy man’. Beginning to fuck. Flying in and out. Making her groan and gasp as it went. Samuel drew back maybe six inches each time. I was amazed to see the white coating of cum on his dark shaft. Working it into my her pussy with ease. Eventually he stopped and after some moments the black cock withdrew. Immediately, another thick wad of spunk, bubbles and all gushed from her crack. The man grinned and gave me a knowing glance. He wanted to get Kathy pregnant and I ran my hand lovingly over my wife’s round flat nipples.
‘You want some more cum bitch’ Lester grinned as he climbed onto the bed and moved his big, brown dick down towards her cunt. Changing the style he lay behind Kathy rolling his bulk behind her and drawing up her knees so she faced Vikki. With his hand on her hip he began powerfully fucking. His face contorting as he spitefully fucked hard. Kathy grimaced. His hand hard on her hip, driving his cock firmly up her cunt from behind.

‘Can you feel that big black cock inside you’ he hissed. Kathy groaned. Gripping the mattress with both hands. Her hair was shaking, jerking on her shoulders. With a last flurry he blew more fresh sperm up inside her wife’s body, shuddering and gasping. As Kathy rolled back the next man was already pushing her legs apart. This really was a gangbang.
Then I went to where Bob was sitting. Vikki smiled at me as she was being ridden. She was a seasoned white whore for sure. Her groans where down to a regular gasp, withered by the regular orgasms. I turned when I heard a cough and choking sound coming from behind and when I turned Dante had straddled her chest and was pushing his cum covered cock gently in and out of Kathy’s mouth. The sperm was rubbing off elaborately and gathering around her lips. Though it was the look in her eyes that drew me. Complete shame and guilt. Nearly to the point of tears as she choked and her eyes welled up. On this Dante man pulled his cock from her mouth. Satisfied that she had tasted the combined flavour of the four men. Michael was already pinning those legs helplessly apart and pushing in and out with effort. Reaching up to stroke my wife’s breasts in turn through the dress.
‘Yes’ my wife groaned. Her eyes where shut. Being willing dominated time and time again.
‘You want a black baby too don’t cha…’ he gasped, pumping deep. His strokes slow and heavy. Kathy’s face contorted as the balls beat against her faster. ‘Say it’.
‘I want a black baby…. I want a black baby’ she cried almost to the point of tears. He skin was so dark. Completely offset against Kathy’s. As I looked across Vikki was done. Sitting on the bed and watching the last fuck of the afternoon. The rest of the men looked beat. Michael hammering hard and Kathy was almost helpless from orgasms but she still had a small one left. As she opened her mouth as Dante ejaculated over her lips and the young male dumped a final load into her womb. There wasn’t much sperm left in him but it surprised her none the less. Gasping breathlessly my wife sat up. I had to help her. The black dicks having taken a real toll on her. Balls empty the men dressed and left. Leaving Bob and me to clean up our women.