Pat and Peter
Pat had always been a quiet and reserved kind of girl. She had met her husband
to be in Junior College, and she gave herself to him, when he asked her to marry
him.
Peter knew that Pat was a prize to catch the first time he had laid eyes on her.
It had taken several tries before she had agreed to go out with him, and it
wasn't until the second date that he even got to kiss her. What turned Peter on
about her, was that he felt like a man in control when he was with her. He
would order their dinners when they went out, and she always let him pick out
what movies they would go see.
Pat was kind of non descriptive, being a little on the tall side, coming in
close to 6 ft, with A cup breasts and braces on her teeth. The glasses she wore
would make anyone think that she was probably a book worm, or a nerd who would
never get noticed at a party.
But what people didn't know about Pat, was that inside she was a young woman who
was boiling to let it all out. When Peter had finally kissed her goodnight
after their second date, it was she who had stuck her tongue into his mouth, and
it was she who almost invited him up to her dormitory room.
While Peter had gone home and wondered about the French kiss she had given him,
it was Pat who had gone up to her room and abused her pussy until she had a
giant orgasm.
As their relationship started to blossom, Peter started pressing the point about
going out and parking and doing serious necking on dark secluded farm roads.
And when Peter had hesitantly put his hand on her breast the first time, she had
swarmed all over him in heated passion.
So when the eventful time came that he tried to get into her panties, she
shocked him by not turning him down, but instead asking if he had brought
condoms along. Of course Peter was the man in control, and that night on the
dark country road, he became the first man to penetrate her.
She had sobbed afterwards, and Peter had tried to be apologetic, but in fact
Pat had experienced such a terrific orgasm, that she went down on him for the
first time, and got him hard again. When he told her that he had only brought
one condom along, she quickly produced one out of her purse and proceeded to
roll it onto his hardening cock. It was at that point that Peter knew this was
the woman who he wanted to marry. A woman who let him be the boss, but also a
woman who would drop her panties at the slightest command.
They had gotten married, and with money from both of their parents they had gone
on a honeymoon to Aruba. It was in Aruba where their life would forever change.
That first day that they had gone walking along the beaches by their hotel, they
had noticed many young women going topless, and some even without their bikini
bottoms. Peter had a hard time keeping his eyes in their sockets, and Pat had
been very self conscious when he had tried to get her to go topless also. It
wasn't till she had given him that dirty look, that he remembered her A cup
size. Even trying to placate her with praises about her exceedingly long
nipples didn't sit well with her.
Pat felt that her eraser sized nipples only accentuated the smallness of her
breasts, but as they were walking along the beach, she felt her nipples starting
to stiffen more and more. What had aroused her was the site of so many young
white women, some of whom she guessed were well under 18yrs of age, who were
frolicking with black men in the water, and also in behind some of the sand
dunes there.
In fact they had just come around one dune, when a young blond who must have
been quite young, almost bumped into them as she was bent forward trying to pull
her bikini up into place. As they were apologizing to each other, a black man
of about 30 also came from around the dune, still carrying his bathing suite in
his hands.
What Pat immediately noticed, was the mans huge black cock. It was glistening
wet, evidently from the blond's juices, and was still semi erect.
The blond had turned around and yelled at the black man about seeing him tonight
at the hotel dining room, and then she returned her eyes back to Pat and Peter
and gave them a big smile and a quick wink.
15 minutes later, Peter had Pat's legs up in the air and was fucking her like
never before. To say that Peter was aroused, was nothing to what Pat was
thinking as he was trying to satisfy her with his 6 inch cock.
Until that day, Pat didn't think that men's cocks got much bigger than what
Peter had between his legs, but now as Peter was trying to impress her with an
orgasm, all Pat could think about was that giant black cock she had seen at the
beach.
Afterwards, as they were both trying to catch their breath, it had been Peter
who had brought up about the young blond girl and the black man, and how she did
not seem in the least embarrassed about being seen with him.
"I wonder what in the world motivated her to let that black guy fuck her out
there behind the dunes" he said. "Geez the least they could have done was go up
and get a bedroom at the hotel."
"Did you see the size of his cock?"
Peter hesitated when he heard her ask the question. "Yeah, he had a fucking big
one, I'll give you that much."
"I wonder how much that hurt her when he put that in her."
Again Peter was surprised that his wife even said such a thing.
As Pat started toying with his cock again, he suspected that she was still
thinking about the black guy.
"Honey, would you ever think about letting a guy with that big of a cock come
near you? In fact a black guy?"
As she took his cock into her mouth, Peter knew what her answers would have
been, if she wasn't already lightly biting on the head of his cock.
They fucked twice more that afternoon, before Peter finally had to beg off and
finish her with his mouth.
As she was soaping his back when they were in the shower, she reached around and
ran her soapy hand over his tender cock. "Yes." was all she said.
Peter stopped for a second and wondered what it was that yes meant, and then he
remembered his question while they had been in bed. "You mean.... you would let
a guy with a big cock try that with you?"
Pat hesitated for a moment, and then said "Are we headed for our first fight?"
"No hon, but I could tell that this afternoon, when I was making love to you, it
felt like you were fucking me but were some wheres else, if you know what I
mean."
Pat turned Peter around and looked into his eyes. "Pete, this can end right
here, right now, if you want. Your my husband, and I want to always be faithful
to you. If your asking me if I was aroused by what we saw this morning, then
yes, I was! Would I ever cheat on you? Never!"
He looked at her and then down at her breasts, and he knew that his wife was
highly aroused. Her nipples had to be sticking out 3/8 of an inch, and they
looked like they were as hard as rocks.
Peter tilted his head to one side and carefully chose his next words. "Given the
chance, if I was okay with it, would you fancy doing it with a guy like that?"
Pat slowly formed a smile and as she lowered herself down to her knees in the
shower stall, she said "In a heart beat."
Peter never did find that guy that they saw at the dunes, but it wasn't hard to
find other black guys who were hanging out where the pretty white girls were
frolicking at the beach.
He had tried twice to approach one, but each time drew back. It was when she
had given him that arched eyebrow look, that he just turned around and started a
conversation with a young black k** who had on a tight swimming trunk with what
appeared to be a sizeable package.
"My wife and I were wondering..... uhm, she would..... fuck, how do I say this?
Uhmm would you be interested in having a drink with us at the bar?"
The black k** knew instantly what was up, and the thought of porking a young
white wife instantly started to warm up his lions.
When Pat came up behind Peter and sought out his hand, the black k** knew that
this must be his wife. She wasn't all that much to look at, with hardly a sign
of tits, but he could see that her nipples were trying to drill holes into her
tee shirt, and she didn't have an ounce of fat on her, plus the glasses made her
look younger than she probably was.
"Are we talking kinky stuff here, or what?"
"Well, we were just thinking about a drink and some chit chat, but your right,
why beat around the bush. Nope, nothing kinky, but my wife wants me to be there
so that she can feel..... Uhmm safe, I guess."
The ride up in the elevator had been deafeningly quiet, but as soon as Peter had
inserted the key card into the room, Pat had gone wild. She had put a lip lock
on the young black k** before he was even expecting it. As she drove her tongue
into his open mouth, he looked to the side to make sure that her husband wasn't
going to hit him.
What he saw instead, was Peter unzipping his pants and sitting on the sofa
watching them intently. By the time he surmised that this was in fact going to
be a nice afternoon of fucking, the guy's wife was already on her knees and
pulling his swim suite down.
She had groaned when she saw the size of his cock as it nearly hit her in the
eye as she pulled the swim suite down to his knees. The groan was immediately
followed by a hot wet mouth that was trying to open up wide enough to take in
his large cock head.
Looking over at the husband, he saw the guy was already furiously beating his
meat as his wife was trying to devour his cock. The k** just smiled to himself,
and remembered what an older buddy had told him once. "Your gonna get all kind
of weirdos, that come down here for fun. Just enjoy yourself and make damn sure
the white woman gets satisfied. One thing you never want, is one of those white
bitches that didn't get enough cock. So produce!"
That afternoon he produced....... when it was evident that she could only get
the head of his cock in her mouth, he had taken the initiative and had put his
hands in her hair and had started to fuck her face. As he got rougher and
rougher, she had let him take charge and soon about three inches found it's way
into her mouth. As she started gagging, he knew she couldn't take much more,
plus he was getting close to cumming, so he had pulled out and taken her by the
arm and took her to where the bed was.
The woman must not have been fucked much, cause she was very tight as he tried
to worm his cock into her cunt. She kept tensing up as his cock kept trying for
entry.
"Damnit, loosen the fuck up! If you keep tensing up it's gonna take all
afternoon to get this done!"
Pat came back to reality when he said that, and let her legs relax. No sooner
did she do that, and about two inches popped into her cunt. She took a deep
breath and finally looked into the k**s eyes. They were no more than a couple
of inches from her face, and he was starting to form a frown, as another inch
found it's way into her body.
As he lowered his face more, she realized that he was going to kiss her. She
wondered what the fuck Peter would think, but was interrupted by Peter yelling
at her. "Pat.... HE DOESN'T HAVE A FUCKING RUBBER ON!"
It was then that the realization of them fucking bareback hit her. She tried to
push him away, but another inch made it's way into her pussy, and she was fast
losing any desire to end the fuck. Her pussy was now generating lots of
lubricant, and the size of this black k**s cock was a totally new experience for
her. She wanted him to stop and put a condom on, but then again, she was hoping
he would fill her up more.
Peter saw that the black k** was not pulling out, and he started to reach for
him, when his cock erupted in a giant cum shot that almost hit the bed. He
closed his eyes and kept milking his cock, as more and more cum came out.
As he stood there shaking and milking his cock at the same time, the black k**
dropped his mouth down to her lips and found no resistance from Pat as he thrust
his tongue into her mouth, and he pushed the last of his nine inches into her
eager cunt.
Pat's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt the rest of the black
k**s cock invade her body. Never before had she felt anything so enormous
before. Her body was racked with orgasm after orgasm, and as she opened her
eyes and he pulled away from the kiss, she saw the most sadistic smile she had
ever seen before. At that very moment, she felt his cock spasm, and the first
of several shots of cum attacked her egg.
She noticed that he looked at her strangely as he had several more pulses of cum
shoot into her. It was at that moment, that Pat felt a moment of complete
satisfaction. She had never been fucked that way in her brief marriage with
Peter. She didn't know if it was lust or love that she was feeling now, but she
started running her hands over the black k**s back, as a show of appreciation for
the fucking he had given her.
The black k** started to pull out, but he saw that her eyes were now shining,
and the smile that started to spread over her face was a sure sign that she was
well satisfied. The black k** then remembered what his older friend had told
him about always making sure you left them white bitches well satisfied, so he
lowered his body onto hers, and did not pull his slowly leaking cock out of her.
They must have laid like that for a good five minutes, with Pat and the black
k** both trying to catch their breath. Peter had backed away from the bed,
knowing that the black k** had shot his cum into his wife. It was now too late
to pull that moment back, so Peter slowly backed away from the bed, still
stroking his now deflated cock. He had just witnessed this young k** thoroughly
satisfy his young wife, much more than he knew he could have. Had he lost her
cause of this, or what?
As Pat slowly ran her hands over the black k**s back, she whispered into his ear
"That was fucking fantastic!" That was all the black k** needed to hear. His
cock started to regain it's solidness, and Pat's eyes popped open when she felt
it twitch in her cunt.
He couldn't possibly be thinking of fucking her again, she thought, but then she
felt him slowly pull out of her, and then shove it back in.
OMG she thought. He's gonna fucking do it again!
When the black k** saw the surprise in her face, he knew he owned this white
bitch. Youth has it's privileges, and one of those was a quick recovery. As
his cock started to lengthen and become turgid again, he started to saw in and
out of her cunt again.
Pat's knees came up and her legs encircled his waist as he started driving into
her harder.
Yes, he knew he definitely owned this white bitch. She might not be much to
look at, but already he felt that she would be knocked up by the time he was
finished with her. His *****sant pounding of her cunt just pushed all of his
cum up deeper to her waiting egg. As her legs tightened up around his waist, he
looked down into her eyes, and said "kiss me bitch."
Pat didn't even hesitate as she eagerly sought out his thick black lips. She
knew that Peter had left the room, but that didn't matter anymore. Her body
wanted more pleasure from this young black man. She was even at the point now
that she didn't care anymore that he wasn't wearing protection.
The young black man punished her body for another 15 minutes before he shot more
of his young potent cum into her body. What neither one of them knew though,
was her egg had already been reached, and soon the signs of motherhood would be
upon Pat.
After the young black man had left their room, there had been silence between
the two of them. Pat was feeling total satisfaction in the two strong fuckings
the black k** had given her, and Peter was feeling total uselessness. Did she
still love him... was she now in love with that young ****er... had he lost her?
All those thoughts were swirling around in his mind, until she had asked him if
he was going to take her downstairs for dinner.
The dinner had been quiet, with Peter just going through the motions of eating,
while Pat had a ravenous appetite since the strong fucking she had received that
afternoon.
That evening they had their drinks in silence at the bar, but Pat knew she had
to show her husband that he was still the man in her life. When they had gotten
back to their room, she had given Peter a sucking that he would not forget for a
long long time, even taking him partly into her throat.
She knew she had to put on a good performance, to help him take his mind off
that afternoon fucking she had received. Even after she had gotten him hard
again, and Peter had a hard time cuming for a second time that night, so she
faked an orgasm to make him feel like he was the man again.
They did not see the young black k** again, and Pat knew enough not to bring up
getting another black man into her bed, even though she desperately wanted
another one.
They went home, and soon the morning sickness began. She waited a couple of
weeks to make sure, before she bought one of the test kits, and it confirmed
that she was indeed pregnant.
One night as they were laying in bed before falling asleep, she told him that
she was indeed pregnant. As Peter rolled over to pretend to fall asleep, he
knew it was not his baby she was going to bring into this world. Oddly though,
he worried more about how he was going to tell his parents that Pat was having a
black baby.
With the pregnancy, Pat started gaining weight. Her hips started to flare out,
and her flat midriff started to swell. Her breasts stared to get bigger, and
near the end of her 9th month, she let Peter suck on her teats until he could
taste the milk.
The baby was indeed black when Pat delivered the **********. There were awkward
moments with both sets of parents, but Peter noticed that no longer was Pat the
tall skinny non descript girl he had married. She now had hips that he could
grasp when they were fucking, and also her breasts did not reduce much in size
after she delivered the baby.
Peter took many pictures of the black baby nursing on her teats, which they both
would look at later and enjoy.
Pat still let Peter make all the decisions that mattered, but he never again
asked if she would like a large black cock again. He had learned his lesson!
to be in Junior College, and she gave herself to him, when he asked her to marry
him.
Peter knew that Pat was a prize to catch the first time he had laid eyes on her.
It had taken several tries before she had agreed to go out with him, and it
wasn't until the second date that he even got to kiss her. What turned Peter on
about her, was that he felt like a man in control when he was with her. He
would order their dinners when they went out, and she always let him pick out
what movies they would go see.
Pat was kind of non descriptive, being a little on the tall side, coming in
close to 6 ft, with A cup breasts and braces on her teeth. The glasses she wore
would make anyone think that she was probably a book worm, or a nerd who would
never get noticed at a party.
But what people didn't know about Pat, was that inside she was a young woman who
was boiling to let it all out. When Peter had finally kissed her goodnight
after their second date, it was she who had stuck her tongue into his mouth, and
it was she who almost invited him up to her dormitory room.
While Peter had gone home and wondered about the French kiss she had given him,
it was Pat who had gone up to her room and abused her pussy until she had a
giant orgasm.
As their relationship started to blossom, Peter started pressing the point about
going out and parking and doing serious necking on dark secluded farm roads.
And when Peter had hesitantly put his hand on her breast the first time, she had
swarmed all over him in heated passion.
So when the eventful time came that he tried to get into her panties, she
shocked him by not turning him down, but instead asking if he had brought
condoms along. Of course Peter was the man in control, and that night on the
dark country road, he became the first man to penetrate her.
She had sobbed afterwards, and Peter had tried to be apologetic, but in fact
Pat had experienced such a terrific orgasm, that she went down on him for the
first time, and got him hard again. When he told her that he had only brought
one condom along, she quickly produced one out of her purse and proceeded to
roll it onto his hardening cock. It was at that point that Peter knew this was
the woman who he wanted to marry. A woman who let him be the boss, but also a
woman who would drop her panties at the slightest command.
They had gotten married, and with money from both of their parents they had gone
on a honeymoon to Aruba. It was in Aruba where their life would forever change.
That first day that they had gone walking along the beaches by their hotel, they
had noticed many young women going topless, and some even without their bikini
bottoms. Peter had a hard time keeping his eyes in their sockets, and Pat had
been very self conscious when he had tried to get her to go topless also. It
wasn't till she had given him that dirty look, that he remembered her A cup
size. Even trying to placate her with praises about her exceedingly long
nipples didn't sit well with her.
Pat felt that her eraser sized nipples only accentuated the smallness of her
breasts, but as they were walking along the beach, she felt her nipples starting
to stiffen more and more. What had aroused her was the site of so many young
white women, some of whom she guessed were well under 18yrs of age, who were
frolicking with black men in the water, and also in behind some of the sand
dunes there.
In fact they had just come around one dune, when a young blond who must have
been quite young, almost bumped into them as she was bent forward trying to pull
her bikini up into place. As they were apologizing to each other, a black man
of about 30 also came from around the dune, still carrying his bathing suite in
his hands.
What Pat immediately noticed, was the mans huge black cock. It was glistening
wet, evidently from the blond's juices, and was still semi erect.
The blond had turned around and yelled at the black man about seeing him tonight
at the hotel dining room, and then she returned her eyes back to Pat and Peter
and gave them a big smile and a quick wink.
15 minutes later, Peter had Pat's legs up in the air and was fucking her like
never before. To say that Peter was aroused, was nothing to what Pat was
thinking as he was trying to satisfy her with his 6 inch cock.
Until that day, Pat didn't think that men's cocks got much bigger than what
Peter had between his legs, but now as Peter was trying to impress her with an
orgasm, all Pat could think about was that giant black cock she had seen at the
beach.
Afterwards, as they were both trying to catch their breath, it had been Peter
who had brought up about the young blond girl and the black man, and how she did
not seem in the least embarrassed about being seen with him.
"I wonder what in the world motivated her to let that black guy fuck her out
there behind the dunes" he said. "Geez the least they could have done was go up
and get a bedroom at the hotel."
"Did you see the size of his cock?"
Peter hesitated when he heard her ask the question. "Yeah, he had a fucking big
one, I'll give you that much."
"I wonder how much that hurt her when he put that in her."
Again Peter was surprised that his wife even said such a thing.
As Pat started toying with his cock again, he suspected that she was still
thinking about the black guy.
"Honey, would you ever think about letting a guy with that big of a cock come
near you? In fact a black guy?"
As she took his cock into her mouth, Peter knew what her answers would have
been, if she wasn't already lightly biting on the head of his cock.
They fucked twice more that afternoon, before Peter finally had to beg off and
finish her with his mouth.
As she was soaping his back when they were in the shower, she reached around and
ran her soapy hand over his tender cock. "Yes." was all she said.
Peter stopped for a second and wondered what it was that yes meant, and then he
remembered his question while they had been in bed. "You mean.... you would let
a guy with a big cock try that with you?"
Pat hesitated for a moment, and then said "Are we headed for our first fight?"
"No hon, but I could tell that this afternoon, when I was making love to you, it
felt like you were fucking me but were some wheres else, if you know what I
mean."
Pat turned Peter around and looked into his eyes. "Pete, this can end right
here, right now, if you want. Your my husband, and I want to always be faithful
to you. If your asking me if I was aroused by what we saw this morning, then
yes, I was! Would I ever cheat on you? Never!"
He looked at her and then down at her breasts, and he knew that his wife was
highly aroused. Her nipples had to be sticking out 3/8 of an inch, and they
looked like they were as hard as rocks.
Peter tilted his head to one side and carefully chose his next words. "Given the
chance, if I was okay with it, would you fancy doing it with a guy like that?"
Pat slowly formed a smile and as she lowered herself down to her knees in the
shower stall, she said "In a heart beat."
Peter never did find that guy that they saw at the dunes, but it wasn't hard to
find other black guys who were hanging out where the pretty white girls were
frolicking at the beach.
He had tried twice to approach one, but each time drew back. It was when she
had given him that arched eyebrow look, that he just turned around and started a
conversation with a young black k** who had on a tight swimming trunk with what
appeared to be a sizeable package.
"My wife and I were wondering..... uhm, she would..... fuck, how do I say this?
Uhmm would you be interested in having a drink with us at the bar?"
The black k** knew instantly what was up, and the thought of porking a young
white wife instantly started to warm up his lions.
When Pat came up behind Peter and sought out his hand, the black k** knew that
this must be his wife. She wasn't all that much to look at, with hardly a sign
of tits, but he could see that her nipples were trying to drill holes into her
tee shirt, and she didn't have an ounce of fat on her, plus the glasses made her
look younger than she probably was.
"Are we talking kinky stuff here, or what?"
"Well, we were just thinking about a drink and some chit chat, but your right,
why beat around the bush. Nope, nothing kinky, but my wife wants me to be there
so that she can feel..... Uhmm safe, I guess."
The ride up in the elevator had been deafeningly quiet, but as soon as Peter had
inserted the key card into the room, Pat had gone wild. She had put a lip lock
on the young black k** before he was even expecting it. As she drove her tongue
into his open mouth, he looked to the side to make sure that her husband wasn't
going to hit him.
What he saw instead, was Peter unzipping his pants and sitting on the sofa
watching them intently. By the time he surmised that this was in fact going to
be a nice afternoon of fucking, the guy's wife was already on her knees and
pulling his swim suite down.
She had groaned when she saw the size of his cock as it nearly hit her in the
eye as she pulled the swim suite down to his knees. The groan was immediately
followed by a hot wet mouth that was trying to open up wide enough to take in
his large cock head.
Looking over at the husband, he saw the guy was already furiously beating his
meat as his wife was trying to devour his cock. The k** just smiled to himself,
and remembered what an older buddy had told him once. "Your gonna get all kind
of weirdos, that come down here for fun. Just enjoy yourself and make damn sure
the white woman gets satisfied. One thing you never want, is one of those white
bitches that didn't get enough cock. So produce!"
That afternoon he produced....... when it was evident that she could only get
the head of his cock in her mouth, he had taken the initiative and had put his
hands in her hair and had started to fuck her face. As he got rougher and
rougher, she had let him take charge and soon about three inches found it's way
into her mouth. As she started gagging, he knew she couldn't take much more,
plus he was getting close to cumming, so he had pulled out and taken her by the
arm and took her to where the bed was.
The woman must not have been fucked much, cause she was very tight as he tried
to worm his cock into her cunt. She kept tensing up as his cock kept trying for
entry.
"Damnit, loosen the fuck up! If you keep tensing up it's gonna take all
afternoon to get this done!"
Pat came back to reality when he said that, and let her legs relax. No sooner
did she do that, and about two inches popped into her cunt. She took a deep
breath and finally looked into the k**s eyes. They were no more than a couple
of inches from her face, and he was starting to form a frown, as another inch
found it's way into her body.
As he lowered his face more, she realized that he was going to kiss her. She
wondered what the fuck Peter would think, but was interrupted by Peter yelling
at her. "Pat.... HE DOESN'T HAVE A FUCKING RUBBER ON!"
It was then that the realization of them fucking bareback hit her. She tried to
push him away, but another inch made it's way into her pussy, and she was fast
losing any desire to end the fuck. Her pussy was now generating lots of
lubricant, and the size of this black k**s cock was a totally new experience for
her. She wanted him to stop and put a condom on, but then again, she was hoping
he would fill her up more.
Peter saw that the black k** was not pulling out, and he started to reach for
him, when his cock erupted in a giant cum shot that almost hit the bed. He
closed his eyes and kept milking his cock, as more and more cum came out.
As he stood there shaking and milking his cock at the same time, the black k**
dropped his mouth down to her lips and found no resistance from Pat as he thrust
his tongue into her mouth, and he pushed the last of his nine inches into her
eager cunt.
Pat's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt the rest of the black
k**s cock invade her body. Never before had she felt anything so enormous
before. Her body was racked with orgasm after orgasm, and as she opened her
eyes and he pulled away from the kiss, she saw the most sadistic smile she had
ever seen before. At that very moment, she felt his cock spasm, and the first
of several shots of cum attacked her egg.
She noticed that he looked at her strangely as he had several more pulses of cum
shoot into her. It was at that moment, that Pat felt a moment of complete
satisfaction. She had never been fucked that way in her brief marriage with
Peter. She didn't know if it was lust or love that she was feeling now, but she
started running her hands over the black k**s back, as a show of appreciation for
the fucking he had given her.
The black k** started to pull out, but he saw that her eyes were now shining,
and the smile that started to spread over her face was a sure sign that she was
well satisfied. The black k** then remembered what his older friend had told
him about always making sure you left them white bitches well satisfied, so he
lowered his body onto hers, and did not pull his slowly leaking cock out of her.
They must have laid like that for a good five minutes, with Pat and the black
k** both trying to catch their breath. Peter had backed away from the bed,
knowing that the black k** had shot his cum into his wife. It was now too late
to pull that moment back, so Peter slowly backed away from the bed, still
stroking his now deflated cock. He had just witnessed this young k** thoroughly
satisfy his young wife, much more than he knew he could have. Had he lost her
cause of this, or what?
As Pat slowly ran her hands over the black k**s back, she whispered into his ear
"That was fucking fantastic!" That was all the black k** needed to hear. His
cock started to regain it's solidness, and Pat's eyes popped open when she felt
it twitch in her cunt.
He couldn't possibly be thinking of fucking her again, she thought, but then she
felt him slowly pull out of her, and then shove it back in.
OMG she thought. He's gonna fucking do it again!
When the black k** saw the surprise in her face, he knew he owned this white
bitch. Youth has it's privileges, and one of those was a quick recovery. As
his cock started to lengthen and become turgid again, he started to saw in and
out of her cunt again.
Pat's knees came up and her legs encircled his waist as he started driving into
her harder.
Yes, he knew he definitely owned this white bitch. She might not be much to
look at, but already he felt that she would be knocked up by the time he was
finished with her. His *****sant pounding of her cunt just pushed all of his
cum up deeper to her waiting egg. As her legs tightened up around his waist, he
looked down into her eyes, and said "kiss me bitch."
Pat didn't even hesitate as she eagerly sought out his thick black lips. She
knew that Peter had left the room, but that didn't matter anymore. Her body
wanted more pleasure from this young black man. She was even at the point now
that she didn't care anymore that he wasn't wearing protection.
The young black man punished her body for another 15 minutes before he shot more
of his young potent cum into her body. What neither one of them knew though,
was her egg had already been reached, and soon the signs of motherhood would be
upon Pat.
After the young black man had left their room, there had been silence between
the two of them. Pat was feeling total satisfaction in the two strong fuckings
the black k** had given her, and Peter was feeling total uselessness. Did she
still love him... was she now in love with that young ****er... had he lost her?
All those thoughts were swirling around in his mind, until she had asked him if
he was going to take her downstairs for dinner.
The dinner had been quiet, with Peter just going through the motions of eating,
while Pat had a ravenous appetite since the strong fucking she had received that
afternoon.
That evening they had their drinks in silence at the bar, but Pat knew she had
to show her husband that he was still the man in her life. When they had gotten
back to their room, she had given Peter a sucking that he would not forget for a
long long time, even taking him partly into her throat.
She knew she had to put on a good performance, to help him take his mind off
that afternoon fucking she had received. Even after she had gotten him hard
again, and Peter had a hard time cuming for a second time that night, so she
faked an orgasm to make him feel like he was the man again.
They did not see the young black k** again, and Pat knew enough not to bring up
getting another black man into her bed, even though she desperately wanted
another one.
They went home, and soon the morning sickness began. She waited a couple of
weeks to make sure, before she bought one of the test kits, and it confirmed
that she was indeed pregnant.
One night as they were laying in bed before falling asleep, she told him that
she was indeed pregnant. As Peter rolled over to pretend to fall asleep, he
knew it was not his baby she was going to bring into this world. Oddly though,
he worried more about how he was going to tell his parents that Pat was having a
black baby.
With the pregnancy, Pat started gaining weight. Her hips started to flare out,
and her flat midriff started to swell. Her breasts stared to get bigger, and
near the end of her 9th month, she let Peter suck on her teats until he could
taste the milk.
The baby was indeed black when Pat delivered the **********. There were awkward
moments with both sets of parents, but Peter noticed that no longer was Pat the
tall skinny non descript girl he had married. She now had hips that he could
grasp when they were fucking, and also her breasts did not reduce much in size
after she delivered the baby.
Peter took many pictures of the black baby nursing on her teats, which they both
would look at later and enjoy.
Pat still let Peter make all the decisions that mattered, but he never again
asked if she would like a large black cock again. He had learned his lesson!
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