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I wake in a cold sweat. It’s one of those moments when you feel something macabre and heavy is seated on your chest. I know, I know, its called sleep paralysis, it will pass, but when you wake, for a moment, there is a terror inside your head. I am lying on the inflatable mattress wedged in beside the bed in our master bedroom. On the bed, to the rhythmic sound of bed springs working, Jenny my wife is taking black cock again. This guy is called Ambrose and he not only has an especially curved and lethal looking cock on him, he has a distinctive smell about him. It’s not dirty, or grimy, he just smells as though he fucks a lot. I suppose that he smells of the women that he has taken.
I can feel Jenny’s fingers reaching down to me and I kiss them. It is her touch which in truth has dragged me from sleep once more. Ambrose makes Jenny come really hard. It is not that she especially favours him, loves him or such like. She is definitely Luke’s bitch. It is just that Ambrose has that shape to his bare, muscular looking cock. It is that he has a nasty expression on his face as he takes her. For him, this is a cruel conquest, a beating down of the white race. Jenny knows that and her body reacts so positive to it. Her nipples harden, her neck flushes a bright puce and her cunt sucks and grips as if she was hanging on for dear life.
Ambrose gets my wife up onto the brow of a climax and he keeps her there. He came make her shake and spasm for long minutes on end. He wracks her on his cock, shafting that sabre inside. He has a way of twisting as he thrusts that drives her crazy. I start to suck her fingers. She finds that it enables her to ride with him without passing out. She is able to be with him, the brutal soldier.
‘I want…want it to be yours!’ she gasps as they buck together.
Deep in her hind brain, deep down where the instincts stir she probably does want the baby to be his. She wants his brutal spawn inside her. The k**die will grow up with appetite and attitude.
The man is growling his conquest, crowing his mastery. Slap,slap,slap, his huge cock curves up inside her. There, now, I feel her fingers tense in my mouth and see the guy arch above her. He is squirting his semen up her. He is spraying his semen around inside her like the fucker has popped a champagne cork.
He kisses her tits, lapping her nipples till they spring against his lips. Jenny’s nipples are prominent. She has been taking cock morning noon and night for three days now. She is awash with the men’s semen. This week, the fertile week, she doesn’t shower and so she smells constantly of their fucking. Her sex oozes and drips beneath the tiny skirts that she wears, so that sometimes I have to clean the floor tiles in the kitchen.
‘You need that little bitch?’ Ambrose purrs triumphant kissing her button nose.
‘Yes’ she whispered. Her fingers move in my mouth as she speaks and the second she answers her nails dig up into the roof of my mouth. Its as if she is mocking me. Do you feel that? That is how his sabre cock felt up my cunt.
Fucking this often, this hard, this passionately, hour after hour leaves Jenny almost delirious. She constantly gives her sex to them, the six black men in the house this week. She shows them her sex dripping, the thick white semen within, contrasting against the pale peach of her labia. Tonight, Ambrose is the fourth young black buck to have wandered into our bedroom and kissed Jenny to attentiveness. The men fuck her differently, some casual and smooth, some quickly and intently, and some regal and brutal like Ambrose. My wife responds to each of them, Luke’s selection. She opens her mouth, presses her breasts up to them and moans as they push their cocks inside her.
‘Thank you Ambrose’ I whisper when he finally pulls his cock out of her. It comes out of her sex, a sucking sound on its heels. He presents his slimy cock to be licked clean. It is like licking an immensely thick, powerful black banana. The fucking thing seems to curve forever until his cock crown is reached. The bastard smirks at me. He doesn’t think much of husbands like yours truly. He fucking well despises them.
‘No wonder she says you’re a waste of space’ he commented.
The barbs go in. Its not a made up taunt. Once a woman gets the level of cocking that Jenny does this week, she says those things. She is crazed by black cock. My wife is watching me lick him. She watches indolently, as though this is just another act, just another submission.
The previous afternoon Ambrose shot a load down my throat too. He made me chug on his cock as the mess belched into my mouth. Jenny watched that too. I smelled of sex as well. The guy ambles away, without comment, without a goodbye. I look at Jenny. I want to tell her about the nightmare. It was the recurring one. The one about the first time that this happened. Luke had brought four black brothers home that time. The conventions, they had not been explained to me. When a bro wanted his bitch bred, he shared her. It was an commitment thing, to the change. If a woman was owned, then she didn’t chose her progeny, she accepted what she was given. That first time, I had panicked. I’d protested, but Jenny slapped me. She wanted the men. She looked exultant, taking their relentless cocks. Watching my wife couple with Luke was one thing, but seeing her go with his friends…It did my head in and the nightmare returned again and again and again.
Jenny moved around to sit on the side of the bed, her legs spread wide. Her sex is a mess of semen. Frankly, I can’t lick it any more, at least not unless I’m superintended. The shame is crippling. Jenny too looks a little sore. Her sex looks torn up. So instead, she gently pushed me back on the inflatable, and straddles my mouth, dripping the semen into my open mouth. In the morning she will wear another pleated tartan mini skirt to provoke even more of this. Babies, not of the shortbread and ginger haired variety you see.
My wife needs to sleep, to grab what respite she can. So I leave her to snuggle beneath the duvet and pulling on a dressing gown pad quietly as I can down the corridor. The twins room is well away from the action, d****d and decorated in a perpetual Mr McGregor’s garden with bunny rabbits who wear little jackets. They are sound asleep. There is a sound from the bedroom next door though, where Diane my mother sleeps. Don’t be shocked. My mother approves. She adores the twins, and completely accepts Jenny’s choice to have black babies. Jenny is Luke’s… mum accepts that. When it comes to a fertile week, the chosen week, she knows that the men come down. Jenny asked her to come and mind the k**s. I would have to attend the fucking…it was the rules.
I step to my mother’s bedroom door and listen. The door is slightly ajar. There is an unmistakable sound within. Someone is fucking. I can’t bear it. My hands shake. I tremble and it feels as if my legs will give way. Slap, slap, slap, slap. There is the sound of a woman groaning. Dear God! I listen back at the twins room, science. I want to stand guard there, but need to look next door. I feel compelled to look. It is like those horror dreams where you feel drawn to step down into the cellar to meet the ghost. I nudge the door.
When I look in Diane is bent forward on all fours and Luke is gliding his thick handsome dick into her sex. She wears the stockings and suspender belt that she wore the previous evening. The pencil leather skirt was discarded, her blouse and her bra too, but Luke liked women in stockings. I am adopted, my mum is in her early forties and I am watching her take a length from the man who rules our house. Mum is just so, very very upper middle class, opera, Pimms on the lawn and polite society. But she is taking cock.
Luke isn’t all phased by the peek. I’m gestured in. Diane looks devastated that her submission is public though. Perhaps I should have known. The discreet, superior sexy look that she wore during the day. Diane needed to be taken too. She glances at me with a look of alarm, but then the aching desire for the cock working inside her resumes service and she submits again, pushing back onto his cock.
I am ordered below. I am to lie beneath them and to lick their coupling. The idea appals me. Even though Mum is not Mum in the genetic sense, the idea of licking her whilst he takes her…. I shudder. Luke looks at me. He hates dumb insolence. He clicks his finger and thumb, the last warning sign. So I struggle beneath her, lying obliquely so that I can tongue them.
What I find down there shocks me. It is not his sinuous and muscular looking cock wedged inside her spasming sex, it is the fact that she has the same ace of spades tattoo over her pussy hairs that Jenny does. A darkly inked ace of spades with a languorous, an insouciant L within the middle. Luke owns her. He…..owns..her.
I lick her and his heavy balls. I feel Diane’s thighs shudder against my face. She’s not spindly thin, not grossly fat, she is simply leaning a little towards Rubens. It is as if the shudder says, alright…you know…now….now I need to come on him. They started their rhythm, gliding, locking, grinding. Diane gasped as he ended a thrust with a sudden upwards buck. I licked them again and as I did so, it struck me, papa was probably like me. He was probably bent to the cause.
‘Balls man’ ordered Luke. I moved my mouth back and licked and then sucked his pendulous balls as he rammed her. Massaging Luke’s balls gave him an intense orgasm and he shot loads. It was like a spunk explosion inside a woman. I felt his nearest thigh go rock hard. I felt the insistent buck forward of his body. I heard Diane start to pant and I knew what he was giving her.
‘God…oh darling…oh’ she stammered huskily. I thought of dad, left home, defeated, isolated.
The pumping ramped upwards and now I couldn’t suck his balls for him anymore, he was pumping into her full force. When I glanced across, Diane’s tits were swinging.
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