THE CLINIC
As seems to be happening to lots of wanna-be moms and dads these days, my husband, Tommy, and I had been trying to get pregnant ever since we got married five years ago, but that blessed condition never happened for us. We read all the books we could find, each one promising to be the answer to our prayers, but no matter what we tried, from macrobiotics to never having sex until that particular time of the month when I was most fertile, nothing worked for us.
After more than four years of trying to have kids, we were just about to give up when I got a phone call one afternoon from a woman I'd met at one of a long line of fertility clinics we had visited in the past. When she blurted out her wonderful news as soon as I'd answered the phone, "Jenny, I'm PREGNANT!" I was simply stunned, because I knew she and her husband had tried everything, just as Tommy and I had done.
My reply got right to the point, and I said, "That's wonderful news, Katie! How did you do it? Did you guys find something new to try?"
Her answer was also short and sweet, and all she said was, "We heard about a new clinic that's been having better results than anything we'd ever tried, so we went there. It took me less than a month to get knocked up, and not only that, but we're going to have twins! God, Jenny, can you even begin to believe how wonderful that is for us. Of course, the first thing I thought of when the results of the pregnancy test came back was you guys, and I just knew you'd want to know what worked for us, and that's why you're the first person I thought of to call."
I pressed her for all the details she could give me, and she told me about a new fertility clinic that had opened in Denver less than a year ago, and was already getting fantastic results from their new procedure. By that point in our conversation I was once again able to think clearly, so I asked her to give me all the details, but rather than being specific about anything, all she did was tell me that it was the "most-natural method you could ever imagine." She then gave me the phone number of the place, and urged me to make an appointment just as soon as I could.
So, that's just what I did. As soon as I ran out of ways to congratulate her, I dialed the number she'd given me, and when the receptionist answered, I begged her to give us their very-next appointment. The girl on the phone took just a few seconds to look through the clinic's schedule, then when she said they'd had a cancellation for the upcoming Friday afternoon I begged her to give that time slot to us.
After she'd confirmed our appointment, she gave me directions so we could find the clinic, because as she explained, "We're still in temporary quarters, and you probably won't recognize the place when you drive past it."
I hurriedly wrote down all the information, and then after I hung up the phone all I could do was sit there and cry as I thought of how wonderful it would be to have a baby in my tummy, and then to spend the rest of our lives raising the best kid anyone ever had.
When Tommy came home later that afternoon, I met him at the door and hugged and kissed him with an excitement neither of us had shown for at least two years. Then, when he asked me what was going on, I gave him Katie's good news, and then told him I'd already made an appointment for us at the clinic that had helped her get pregnant. Like me, he was really excited about the idea of us at last having a baby, but given the number of times we'd been disappointed, he was lots more cautious that I was, which was undoubtedly more realistic than my own unbounded euphoria.
He did promise to get a substitute teacher for his Friday afternoon classes (he teaches at the local university, so had to take care of summer-session classes, while my own job as high school teacher meant that I had lots of free time during that time of year), and then we spent the rest of that evening talking about all the "what-ifs" that face new parents. By the next morning, he was just as excited as I, and I know both of us were looking forward to learning more about whatever it was that had worked for Katie, and praying that it would work for us, also.
Friday afternoon found us driving down to Denver, each secretly afraid that we'd find the clinic to be nothing but another in a long line of failures for us. Still, there was always the chance they really had found the answer to our infertility, and you know the old saying about hope springing eternal, so I'm sure both of us were excited as we drove to the place.
We were feeling lots of disappointment as we entered the section of Denver where the clinic was supposedly located, because its address was in the part of the city that's best described as "The Projects." In other words, the people who lived there were not the typical type of person with whom we normally associated.
The closer we came to the clinic's location, the more run-down the neighborhood became, and the number of abandoned and stripped cars we saw sitting beside the street seemed to grow by leaps and bounds. There were dozens of people sitting in doorways, as well as groups of teenagers standing on the sidewalks and staring at us as we drove by. Every face we saw was dark brown, which didn't really matter to us, but the way they seemed to regard us as "prey" made us very uneasy.
When we at last reached the address that had been given to me, we saw a sign on the front of what used to be a large home that had been converted to serve as a medical clinic. The sign read, "WETForBaN, LLC," which didn't make things any clearer to us, and I'm sure that if it hadn't been for the second line of, "Fertility Clinic," directly beneath the first line, we'd simply have driven back home.
Encouraged by the sign, we parked along the sidewalk in front of the clinic, then walked cautiously up to the front door, wondering all the time if our car would still be there when we returned to it. The sign, "Please Enter," on the front door further encouraged us, and as Tommy held the door open, I walked in ahead of him.
The large front room had been the living room in the house's better days, but when we entered we couldn't help but see the warped and cracked wood flooring. The walls had been painted over torn wallpaper, and the one window, with steel bars installed to burglarproof it, was propped open to allow some fresh air inside. There were several older chairs, along with a magazine rack overflowing with copies of "Ebony" and "National Geographic," but not much else in the way of furnishings.
There was a counter along the rear wall of the room, with a nice-looking young woman sitting behind it. Like the other people we'd seen as we drove through the neighborhood, she, too, was dark-skinned. As we walked through the front door, she smiled to welcome us, and then called out, "Oh, you must be Jenny and Tommy! I'm so glad you were able to find us in this unusual place. We been looking continuously for an office location in the downtown area, but the prices are just outrageous. Given what we charge for our services, this is pretty-much all we can afford. I assure you, though, that it won't affect the quality of our service at all."
As we stood at the counter while she double-checked the information I'd given her over the phone, another young woman walked through a door behind the counter. She was even more gorgeous than the receptionist, and given her appearance of being in her mid-20s, was probably ten years younger than we were. As with everyone else we'd seen during the past few minutes, she also had dark-brown skin, which I thought was just the perfect color for the off-white nurse's dress she was wearing.
As soon as the receptionist had entered all our information in her computer, the nurse took over.
THE NURSE
"I'm so pleased to meet you, Jenny and Tommy. My name is Angelique, but I hope you'll call me 'Angel,' if you will. Actually, I hope that you'll come to think of me as your personal angel, because I'm going to do my best to get you guys pregnant just as soon as possible. I know you've gone through hell in dealing with the common run of fertility clinics, and I can assure you that the type of treatment we offer here will not only be more exciting for both of you, but also will have you expecting your first child in no time at all."
Then, holding the door open for us, she added, "Please follow me to the examining room, and I'll get you ready for the doctor. I know you're probably both fed up with all the questions you've had to answer for the past four years at other clinics, but I hope you'll bear with us. I guarantee the questions I'll be asking will be entirely unlike any others you've had in the past, but since your answers will determine the type of treatment we'll provide, I hope you'll bear with me for just a little bit longer."
She then led us down a long hallway, and I could see another couple, escorted by a second nurse, walking toward us. The woman and what was probably her husband were both white like us, and also like us, their nurse was black. The couple appeared to be five to ten years older than us, and I was sure they were there for the same reason, which was to have a baby by any means necessary.
As they got closer, I could see that the man was supporting his wife as she walked, and I could hear her whispering over and over, "My god, Raymond, I never knew it could be like that. I thought I was simply going to die when they . . . when they did it."
Her husband had a stunned expression on his face as he passed us, and I barely made out his whispered reply of, "Never . . . never in a million years did I think I'd do that sort of thing."
Then they were walking through the door to the front room, and its closing kept me from hearing anything else that passed between them.
By then the three of us had reached the door at the end of the hallway and Angel walked through it and then held it open for Tommy and me. As we entered that room, I could see that the quality of the place had changed dramatically. Instead of warped floors and ratty furniture, the examination room was the equal of any we'd seen at the most-expensive clinics we'd visited in the past. The obstetric table was made of gleaming chrome and genuine leather, and the stirrups seemed to be adjustable in every direction imaginable. Given my past experiences in other rooms like that, I was sure I'd soon be lying on that table naked from the waist down, with my feet on the stirrups so my private parts could be intimately examined.
Angel told us to be seated, and as she seated herself behind a small table that held a laptop computer, she told us again that she needed to ask a series of questions. She assured us that our complete and honest answers to every question were essential to a successful outcome of the course of treatment at the clinic, and that we shouldn't hold back due to embarrassment, even though the questions she would be asking were very intimate.
Given all the questionnaires we'd filled out at the other clinics, I doubted very much that she could ask us anything we hadn't already answered many times before.
How little I knew.
"Now, Jenny," she began as her fingers hovered above the keyboard, "I'll start with you, and when necessary I'll ask Tommy some questions, also. First, have you ever used any sort of birth control?"
My answer was simple. "No, never. We wanted a baby just as soon as possible after we were married, so Tommy didn't wear a condom on our wedding night, and hasn't worn one since."
She typed a few words, then continued. "Next, have you ever found sexual relations with Tommy to be uncomfortable or painful?"
Believe me, it was just about all I could do to not break out laughing when she asked that one, because nothing could be further from reality than the idea that his tiny organ could ever hurt me in any way at all. However, given that Angel had no way to know about his lack of size, I just shook my head as I answered, "No. Never."
Again she typed a few words, then went on to the next question. "Have you ever measured Tommy's penis? If so, how long is it when fully erect?"
Since my husband was sitting closer to the table than I was, and I was turned sideways to face Angel, I could see his face blushing bright red and I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. However, that urge soon passed, and I told her, "Yes, I've measured him several times, and the biggest he's ever been was barely more than four inches."
I could see the surprised expression on her face as I said that, and then a split-second later she exclaimed, "You're shitting me! Are you sure that's accurate? He's only four inches long? Are you sure he was hard?" And then she couldn't hold back any longer, and when she started to chuckle I couldn't stop myself from joining in, and soon the two of us were laughing out loud as poor Tommy sat there with his face blazing bright red.
When we were at last able to control ourselves, she asked the next question, which was, "Does he ever give you oral sex?" and after I'd answered in the affirmative, she continued, "Do you like it better than traditional intercourse? Can he make you reach orgasm with his tongue?"
I didn't need to think more than a split-second before answering, "Actually, it's the only way he's ever been able to make me climax. Usually, when he uses his dick I can't tell when he puts it inside me, so after he gets off I make him go down on me. That nearly always works, and truth be told, I think he likes it better that way, too."
After she'd entered my answer, she looked directly at my husband and asked, "How about you, Tommy? Do you like giving Jenny oral sex after you've ejaculated inside her pussy?"
I wasn't really sure he was going to be able to give any sort of reply, but at last he took a deep breath and whispered, "I love it like that. Nothing in the world tastes better than she does after . . . after . . ., well you know."
"Of course I know, Tommy. My own husband seems to prefer that way of having sex, and a couple of my boyfriends do, too. The rest of them are pretty much just by-the-book lovers, but I love them, too."
What she'd just said really rocked me to the core, and before I could even think, I was asking, "So you . . . you have lovers outside of your marriage? And your husband knows about it, and he . . . he thinks it's okay?"
"Oh, yes, he knows about all the other men in my life, and not only does he know about them, but he is very-much in favor of it. I actually think he loves the taste of another man's cum just as much as he loves the taste of my pussy. Based on the answers to this questionnaire that other men have given here in the clinic, I think lots and lots of men have secret cravings for cum, and if it happens to be in their wives' pussies, then so much the better."
She then looked at Tommy once again, then asked, "Have you ever had sexual relations with others of your gender? I mean at any age, not only as an adult?"
I was sure he wasn't going to answer her, so I encouraged him, saying, "Honey, we need to be just as honest as we can be so they can help us have a baby. Please answer Angel's question, and I promise I'll do the same when it's my turn."
He very briefly glanced at me, as if trying to make sure I really wanted him to tell the truth, then when I nodded my head he dropped his eyes to the floor and blushed bright red. At last, he whispered a tiny, "Yes," in answer to the question and then remained silent as the nurse entered his response on her keyboard.
She then continued that line of questioning by asking, "Does your answer mean that you've performed oral sex on other guys, and if so did you enjoy the taste of their cum when you swallowed it?"
Blushing even brighter, he forced his response through a throat almost too tight to allow it.
"I did that, but it took almost a month before I got used to the taste, and after that I liked it."
As she entered that bit of data, she continued with, "When was the last time you sucked off another man?"
I truly thought he had reached the limit of his ability to answer her questions, but after lowering his head even farther, he at last forced out his reply that the most-recent time he given a man a blow job was in September of the previous year. To say I was stunned would be the understatement of the year, because I truly had no idea he had done that sort of thing ever before, let alone while we were married.
When Tommy and I were dating, I had been told by another girl I knew that she'd learned he was bisexual, but I dismissed her comment as an indication that she was jealous of me, and was trying to get me to break up with him. Now that I'd heard his confession, I suddenly realized that I'd had several clues he was that way, but I'd never noticed them at the time.
Angel then looked my way as she said, "Okay, that was great, Tommy. Thank you so much for being so honest with me. That'll be a big help when we design a breeding program for Jenny." She then made another short entry on the computer before turning toward me and saying, "Now it's your turn, Jenny. Please be just as forthcoming with me as your husband, because the more we know about the two of you, the better your chances will be of getting pregnant."
Holding her fingers over the keyboard once again, she asked her first question, which was very similar to what she'd asked my husband.
"Jenny, have you ever had sexual relations with another person of your own gender?"
It was my turn to blush, but unlike Tommy I was able to look directly at Angel as I replied, "Yes, I've done that. And before you ask me if I enjoyed it, I'll tell you that it was the best thing that had ever happened to me by the time I first tried it. And the most-recent repeat was less than two months ago, and I loved it more then than I ever had."
As I spoke, Tommy had lifted his head and turned toward me, and his eyes became more and more glazed with every word. His mouth fell open even farther when I told Angel that I'd had a liaison as recently as several weeks ago, which was evidence that I'd been doing a good job of keeping that part of my life a secret.
THE EXAM
When she finished entering my response to her questions, she said, "Okay, that covers it for now. Let's get you on the table so the doctor can examine you. Please remove all your clothing and hang it on the hooks beside the door. Underwear, too, although I suppose you've already had so many vaginal exams that you know what to expect, don't you?"
I nodded my head and gave a quiet, "Yeah," in answer, then proceeded to get undressed. Tommy helped by taking each piece of clothing I removed and placing it on the nearby wall hooks. In almost less time that it takes to tell, I was as naked as the day I was born, and Angel was indicating she wanted me to stand on the footstool at the foot of the table, between the stirrups. As soon as I did that, I put both hands behind me on the padded top, lifted my bottom up just enough to rest on the surface, and lay back with my head on the built-in pillow.
As soon as I'd done that, Angel told me to lift my legs and place my feet in the stirrups, which I had done so many times in the past few months that it was second nature. What was different this time, though, was that she took two leather belts out of a drawer in the table, and before I even had time to protest my ankles had been strapped tightly to the stirrups.
She pressed a button on the side of the table, and as I heard the hum of an electric motor the stirrups began to move apart, stopping only when my crotch was spread so wide that I thought it might split wide open if she went even a fraction of an inch more. Luckily she released the button just as I was about to complain, and then I was distracted as she pulled my arms off my chest, where they'd been hiding my breasts, and placed them beside my upper body. Then, reaching across my midsection, she pulled another, wider leather belt out of a recess, stretched it across my tummy and buckled it in place so tightly that I could barely breathe.
Just when I was about to complain about being restrained so tightly, the door opened and a black man walked in. To my extreme embarrassment, he stood there in silence as his eyes roved up and down my naked, immobilized body. Angel finally broke the tense silence as she said, "Jenny, Tommy, this is Dr. Ngono, who also happens to be my father. He'll be conducting the examination today." She then added, "Daddy, this is Jenny and Tommy _________, and they're hoping you can help them get pregnant."
He quickly shook hands with my husband, then turned toward me and again gazed at the display I was making as his breathing speeded up even more. After several seconds he said very softly, "A body like yours is made for turning out babies as quickly as possible, Jenny, and you've come to the right place if you want to be bred as much as you can stand."
He had spoken so softly that I was sure Tommy had no idea what the doctor had said, and I was so embarrassed that I couldn't force myself to ask him to repeat it. So, I just lay there like a lump on a log, until at last he recovered himself enough to walk around the stirrup and seat himself between my legs.
The first thing he did once he was in place just inches from my pussy was to pull some of my pubic hair out straight, then tell me, "Before your next session, I want you to get rid of this stuff so you'll be completely bare. I suggest you get yourself waxed instead of just shaving your crotch, because that always makes a woman softer and more enticing to a man."
Before I could even think of a fitting reply to his order, he continued, "I'm going to do a digital exam first, and then proceed from there. I need to know the depth and capacity of your vagina, as well as see if there are any restrictions that would prevent semen from reaching your womb so your eggs can be fertilized."
He immediately inserted his middle finger inside my pussy, and after wiggling it around for a few seconds introduced his forefinger, also. As soon as those two fingers had explored my inner recesses, a third finger was inserted. Then, as I lay there trying to control my growing excitement and arousal, his little finger joined its mates and it felt like my pussy was simply going to explode as it was forced open far beyond anything I'd felt since I had played the childhood game, "Doctor," with the other girls I'd had sex with.
As I struggled with my growing response to his manipulations of my pussy, he said softly, "Angel, stimulate her tits and clit. I want her right on the edge of cumming."
The nurse wasted no time in pinching and pulling my nipples with one of her hands, while the other first caressed, then pinched my clitoris when it responded to her. By then I was so far gone in arousal that I could no longer hold my body still, and my back arched as it tried to force my boobs and my crotch against her hands.
And then, just as I was right on the edge of climaxing, he withdrew his fingers, stood up, then dropped his trousers and undershorts. My eyes must have been bulging out of my head as I stared and stared at what he had between his legs, because never in my life had I seen a cock that large. The largest boyfriend I'd ever had measured barely 7" long and maybe two inches across, but it paled in comparison to the monster that was pointing directly at my pussy.
From miles and miles away I heard Tommy gasping in shock, and then whimpering and moaning as he saw what the doctor had between his legs, and realized what was going to be done with it. Just a second later the head of the monster began to slip from sight between my widespread legs. As I moaned in increasing arousal, Angel redoubled her efforts as her father fucked me, and by the time he was about halfway inside my pussy, she was pinching my nipples and clit as hard as she could, while trying to tear them from my body.
I heard him groaning deep in his throat, then as he gasped, "Make her cum! Now!" she leaned over my face and French-kissed me more sensuously than anyone had ever before done.
And I climaxed. Oh, how I climaxed! Although, to apply that name to what I did right then was the understatement of the year, because I did it with so much force that it hurt, and then hurt some more. And then all I could do was lie there kissing Angel and loving both her and her father with all my heart.
As he pulled his organ from my cum-filled pussy, Angel walked to the foot of the table, then dropped to her knees. The doctor stepped away from my crotch, then turned toward her and guided his softening cock into her mouth so she could clean it. At the same time, he said, "Tommy, your wife needs you now. Get over here and do what you white boys do best."
To my absolute amazement, my husband did exactly as he'd been told. In a split second he was on his knees between my legs with his face buried in my crotch, and the sounds of his sucking and swallowing were far louder than those Angel was making as she performed the same service for her father.
After what seemed like no more than a few seconds, although it was probably several minutes, the doctor pulled his cock out of his ********'s mouth, and I could see that it was once again standing proudly erect. Then, to my instant shock he pulled Tommy's head away from my crotch as he said, "I'm sure you'd like a fresher load, boy, so get busy and suck it out of my balls."
It never occurred to me that my husband would accept such an order, but to my amazement, and yes, increasing arousal, he opened his mouth and accepted the black monster inside it. The doctor's sigh of pleasure told me that Tommy was probably licking the head of the thing while also sucking it, and that was confirmed when he whispered, "Damn, but this white boy can suck a cock like it was always meant to be done. Somebody trained him just right, that's for sure."
The blow job went on and on as time stood still for me and I was simply frozen in place as I watched my husband sucking another man's cock just as if he'd been doing it all his life. Actually, given his answer to Angel's questions shortly before, I had no doubt he'd been honing his cocksucking skills for many years.
That opinion was bolstered when the doctor sighed deeply, then gasped, "You're going to have lots of fun around here, boy! I think I could get rich charging for your services to all the men in the neighborhood, but right now I'm going to keep you for myself." He then placed his hands on Tommy's head, pulled it toward his crotch, and exclaimed, "Eat it, you worthless cocksucker! Eat . . . ittttttttt!" The tiny gagging sound, followed by the sound of his throat working, from my husband was all the confirmation I needed that he was busily doing what he'd been ordered to do.
As soon as Tommy had sucked the final drop of cum from the rapidly softening shaft, the doctor pulled up his trousers and headed for the door. As he opened it, he said to Angel, "I think we'll start with three for her first session. Select them from the 8 to 10 inch list for her first time, and then we'll increase it each time after that."
He then closed the door behind him, leaving the three of us to recover. As soon as the three of us were alone again, Angel, who was still standing at my side, said, "Tommy, get the footstool and bring it up here."
When he stood to do what she had ordered, the sight of the tiny "tent" in his trousers made Angel laugh, and the blush on my husband's face was deeper than ever as he picked up the stool and brought it to her. She used one foot to push it to where she wanted it, then taking one of his hands in hers, she said, "Help me get up on the table, Tommy. I've waited as long as I can stand to have my own orgasm, and I'm going to make your wife give me what you gave Daddy."
She then stepped atop the footstool, swung the other foot over my body, and then crouched above my face, leaving no doubt at all about what she was going to make me do. Instructing my husband to pull up the short skirt she was wearing, she used both hands to hold my head in the position she wanted and then looked down at me. I was simply unable to move at all as I stared and stared at her naked pussy poised above my face, and the sight of her juices glistening on her upper thighs coupled with the captivating scent of that part of her beautiful body turned me on so much that I almost passed out.
The only sound that broke the silence in the room was the ragged breathing all three of us were doing, until at last she whispered, "Are you ready to eat me, Jenny? I'm warning you that if you take even one lick of my pussy, you'll become my slave for all time, and I will use your body in any manner I want. You'll never again control what happens to you, and if you ever refuse me, I'll punish you severely? Do you understand? Do you want to be my slave bad enough to give yourself to me for the rest of your life?"
I don't know that I hesitated at all before I gasped out, "Please . . . Mistress! Please use me any way you want! Let me serve you, no matter what I have to do! Let me please you, Mistress!"
Her only response was to lower herself to me, then sigh deeply as I began to use my lips, my tongue, and my mouth to give her the pleasure she deserved. I kissed her, I licked her, and I sucked her juices from her wonderful body, until a mere few seconds later her thighs clenched my head in their powerful grip, and she rewarded my efforts by climaxing.
As she slumped forward, her ragged breathing slowed, until at last she lifted herself from my face, then used the footstool and my husband's assistance to once again stand beside the table. She then quickly released me, and as she was helping me sit up and step down to the footstool, my eyes drifted to the screen of her laptop computer. Right at the top of the page of questions she'd asked us was the full name of the clinic, and the words displayed there answered my questions about the meaning of the name on the sign over the front door.
The words burned themselves into my brain, temporarily stunning me as I tried to deal with the name's implications. There, in bright-red letters were the words that explained the name on the sign. It seems that "WETForBaN" actually stood for this full name:
White Extinction Through Forced Breeding and Nullification
By then I was beyond the ability to think of the implications of those words, and all I could do was numbly cooperate with Angel as she helped me get dressed. After that we followed her to the front of the clinic, where she discussed the scheduling of our next visit with the receptionist. We were told to be there for our first breeding session at 7:00 the following Tuesday evening, and to plan for it to take two to three hours. Then, as Angel left the room, she said over her shoulder, "Remember to get waxed, Jenny. If you come with any hair on your pussy, I'll pull each one out with pliers."
Even through the closed door, I could hear her laughing as she walked down the hallway. As for Tommy and me, we merely made our way out the front door and got in our car and drove home. I don't know what he was thinking of during the drive, but as for me, all I could see in my mind were the three men, who would undoubtedly be black, breeding me again and again with their 8 to 10 inch cocks.
By the time we got home my panties and the crotch of my slacks were both soaked through and through.
THE WASTED DAYS
The next four days crawled through the calendar more slowly than any I'd ever experienced, and I know the same sensation must have been what Tommy was feeling as we waited. Both of us seemed to know without being told that we should not have intercourse during that period, but I have to confess that I did make him eat me every night, because there was no way in hell I could live through those four days with no relief at all.
I was turned on all the time as I thought of what had happened while I was strapped to the table in the clinic, and what was undoubtedly going to happen during our second appointment. Images of Tommy sucking off three black men after they'd fucked me ran through my fevered brain every waking second, and given the dreams I remember having, probably during the entire night, too.
And then, just when I thought I couldn't possibly get any more aroused, I had the sudden inspiration the following Monday morning to see if an Internet search could shed any light on the strange name of the clinic. There were thousands of returns dealing with the search term, "White Extinction," and while I thought most of them were nothing but fantasy, there seemed to be a grain of truth in a few of them that convinced me there actually was a movement like that taking place that very moment.
And then, when I entered the word, "nullification," what I read, and even more, what I saw in the pictures of men who had been nullified, drove me so far out of my mind with arousal that I had no choice but to undress and masturbate as I looked at them. All I could think of was it being my husband standing there naked in front of the camera, displaying the results of his own nullification.
After several hours of reading about the White Extinction movement, and thinking of what it meant for Tommy and me, I was so exhausted that I had to go to bed to take a nap. And then when I awakened a couple hours later, I masturbated again as I recalled the words I'd read, and the photos I seen. And then I fell asleep again, and awakened only when Tommy walked into our bedroom.
HIS CONFESSION
It was when we went to bed the evening before our Tuesday appointment that I could no longer live with the excitement and the arousal that I'd been feeling ever since I'd learned the true name of the clinic. Of course, the Internet surfing I'd done that morning, and all the information I'd read and the pictures I'd looked at, just made me hotter than ever. Unable to contain myself even one second longer, I began to fondle Tommy's erection almost as soon as we were in bed.
I had practiced what I was going to say to him, and when he began to thrust his crotch against my exploring fingers, I put my plan in action.
"Honey," I began, "I was watching Dr. Phil this morning as I nearly always do, and I heard the strangest word and I want to ask you what it means. Right at the end of every episode they show clips from the next day's program, probably to get everyone interested so they'll tune in again.
"Anyway, just as the clip was coming to an end, Dr. Phil asked the woman seated in the other chair what seemed to be the problem with her husband. Her answer had the strange word in it, when she said something like, 'Well, he keeps telling me he wants to be a nullo.'
"Everybody in the audience gasped, like they were shocked or something, so it must be something pretty exciting, but I don't think I've ever heard that word before. Have you? Do you know what it means?"
His reaction to what I'd said came so fast that I knew I'd struck a nerve. His body completely froze in place, and I swear his little dick got bigger than it'd ever been. It took several seconds before he mumbled, "Yeah, I've heard that word."
Well, that alone told me he was pretty far gone, because he teaches English classes at the University, and he's always really careful about talking correctly, and I don't know that I'd ever heard him say the word, "Yeah," like he did then. All I did was wait him out, because I wanted him to answer my question all on his own, which he did after a long time.
"It's short for 'nullification,' or in that man's case, 'nullified.' He's saying he wants to be nullified."
He stopped talking at that point, and I knew he needed some more motivation to go on with his explanation, so I asked him again if he knew what the word meant, and to tell me if he did.
"Yeah, I know. It means that he wants to have something done to him so he can't ever again have sex with a woman. He wants to have his . . . his . . ."
That was as far as he could get without more urging, so I whispered in his ear while I was pinching the head of his thing, "Go on, Honey. Tell me what he wants."
He took a deep breath, and just when I was afraid he wasn't going to say what I needed to hear, he started again and rushed through his explanation so fast that it was all I could do to make out the words.
"He wants to have his penis removed so he'll be a functional eunuch. He'll still have all the normal sex urges, because he'll still have his testes cranking out the sex hormones. But since he won't be able to have normal sex ever again he'll be extremely aroused all the time and he'll be really attentive to his wife from then on."
He stopped talking at that point, and after waiting for a few seconds I asked, "So, what you're saying is that there are men who actually want to have their penises removed so they'll be horny all the time, and will do anything their wives say? Is that what you mean?"
Apparently, he had sunk even further into a mindless state, because his only answer was a simple, "Uh-huh."
I said, "Well, I can't believe there are actually men who really and truly want to have their things cut off. But if there are, then they'd better not tell me about it, because push would come to shove real fast if they said something to me like that."
I guess that was the final straw for his ability to not cum, and all of a sudden he started squirting all over his tummy. All I did was wait until he'd finished, then scraped up the stuff with my fingers and made him lick them clean, which he'd done lots of times in the past.
After that, we lay there in silence as we fell asleep, and then it was Tuesday morning, and I went to my waxing appointment at the beauty shop. Then, there was nothing to do but watch the clock slowly creep toward 6:00, when it would be time for us to leave for Denver, and my appointment to be bred.
THE FIRST BREEDING SESSION
When we drove up to the clinic and parked along the street, I saw Crystal, the receptionist, standing on the front porch waiting for us. She welcomed us again as we walked up the steps, then held the door so we could walk inside. As Tommy and I stood there, she locked the door behind us and I felt a thrill in my chest as the doorknob lock and then the two deadbolt locks snicked closed, because I knew we would be unable to get back outside without her there to open the door for us. In the depths of my soul, I knew we were now committed to go through with what was implied was going to happen during our first appointment.
The young girl did nothing but increase the sensation of excitement I was feeling between my legs when she pointed to the window and said, "One of the other couples we've had here said the bars on the window made the place feel like she and her husband were prisoners here, and all I did was just smile at her. I've always thought a touch of fear guaranteed better orgasms, don't you agree?"
All I could do was nod my head in agreement, and then follow along behind her as she walked around the counter.
She then escorted us down the hallway to the door at the far end, which was not the one where I'd been examined the prior week. When we entered, I saw the room was much larger than the examining room where we'd met Dr. Ngono, and it didn't have much equipment beyond the table, which was really strange-looking.
It was more a stick outline of a human body than it was a table, which I thought was really odd. The part where I was sure my legs would go looked like the letter "Y," with leather cuffs fastened to the two ends. The post of the "Y" was really long, and it had two more of the cuffs fastened to its end, too. I guess Tommy must have figured it out about the time I did, because I heard him whimper, which told me he was fantasizing about me being strapped down on the thing, with one man after another standing in the fork and fucking me, trying to get me pregnant.
Crystal wasted no time in trying to put us at ease, saying simply, "Jenny, get our clothes off so I can get you in place on the breeding table. Tommy, you can put her stuff on the hangers on those wall pegs."
She then watched avidly as I slowly stripped down, and it was easy to see that she was breathing more rapidly by the second as more and more of my body was revealed to her avid eyes. When I at last stepped out of my panties, she looked directly at my pussy, then said, "It looks like the waxer did a good job with you. Actually, I was looking forward to seeing some stray hairs so we could use our pliers on them. You'd never guess how loud a white woman can scream when we slowly pluck her bald like that."
She continued to chuckle as she helped me sit on the edge of the table, but as she watched me position myself with my legs spread widely and my arms stretching over my head, her chuckles were silenced as her eyes focused on my pussy and my breasts. By then she wasn't the only one who was breathing raggedly, because I was becoming more and more turned on by the second, probably because I was thinking about what I'd read about the White Extinction movement, and how it advocated for the breeding of white women by black men, so that in the future there would be no more white babies ever again. As for the white men, well, I'll leave it to my readers to remember how the term "nullification" would be applied to them.
At the exact second the last cuff had been fastened to my wrist, a door at the far end of the room swung open, and Angel walked through. She greeted Tommy and me, then double-checked the cuffs to make sure they were tight enough to hold my body in place, no matter what was done to it. Apparently satisfied that I wouldn't be able to escape, she said, "Looks good, Crystal. Let's get undressed, too, so Jenny can get all hot and bothered looking at our delicious bodies. She already knows how good my cunt tastes, and by the time we let them go home, she'll know how good yours tastes, too."
The two of them began to remove their own clothes, each instructing Tommy how to properly place them on the hangers so there wouldn't be any wrinkles. Then, at last they were both just as naked as I was, and all I could do was stare back and forth from one to the other, wishing I were free so I could rush to them and declare my undying love as I pleasured them time and time again.
Those thoughts were soon banished from my head, because the door again swung open, and when three black men walked through it, I knew my fate was sealed. My body was theirs to use as they saw fit, and nothing I could say or do would stop them from breeding me as much as they wanted.
I watched as the three men removed their own clothing, fascinated by the sight of their huge organs swinging back and forth in time to their movements. By the time they were just as naked as the three of us, I could hear Tommy whimpering and moaning from somewhere behind my head, and there was no question he was looking forward to what was soon to come, and probably just as excited by it as I had been for several minutes by then.
Angel and Crystal stood on opposite sides of my body, then their fingers did their best to drive me crazy as they caressed, pinched, twisted and pulled first my nipples and then my clit. Angel asked in a soft voice, "Jenny, is there anything else we can do for you to make sure you cum when you're being bred. Dr. Ngono has always said the chances of a woman getting pregnant are increased lots and lots if she'll do that, because it opens up the passages in her cunt. Tell us how to make it hotter for you."
I had already been thinking of little else than that, and entirely without conscious thought, I gasped out, "Make Tommy get naked, too! I want to see how hard his little thing gets when he sucks off the men after they've fucked his wife!"
Angel said only, "That part goes without saying, Jenny. White boys are at their best when they're sucking off real men, so we always make them do that."
Looking directly at the three men waiting their turn with me, she instructed, "Get him naked, guys. Let's do what she wants so she'll be more receptive to your little swimmers."
The three of them dragged Tommy to where I could see him, and then proceeded to almost tear his clothes off. Faster than I can describe it, he was standing before me naked as the day he was born, with his tiny organ dancing up and down as he anticipated watching his wife being bred by three black men.
Angel dropped to her knees in front of him, and immediately began to pull on his balls to get them nice and loose, and when they were hanging free she told Crystal, "Sweetheart, get one of those cords hanging on the wall and tie it around the base of his little pecker. That'll keep him from squirting, and he'll be more anxious to do what his wife wants."
I stared and stared at the sight of my husband's dick tied off and rock hard, until I was distracted by the sensation of a cock had being rubbed against my slit to lubricate it. Then, as the man took his place between my legs and pushed the head of his cock inside me, my attention was all on him. My crotch began to thrust against him, as if begging for his seed, as he slowly pushed his monster deeper and deeper inside my eager pussy..
And then I climaxed, and, oh, how inadequate that word is for what I did as the black bull ***** me. His huge organ stretched the walls of my cunt farther than I'd ever guessed they could go, and the head pounded against what had up until then been the upper limits of my opening. That part of me stood no chance against the invader that was battering its insides, and the pain, the arousal, and most of all, the sight of my transfixed husband drove me over the brink, and I was lost in the feelings of lust greater than I'd never known.
The other two men then took me in turn, and then one of them pressed a button on the side of the table. As a motor hummed beneath me, my feet were lifted high in the air, and I couldn't understand why until Angel explained, "We need to make sure their cum doesn't run out until their swimmers have had a chance to find your eggs. Hopefully, they're right now swimming upstream to your womb, and they'll soon be fertilizing all the eggs they find, giving you the babies you've always wanted."
With my legs high above my crotch, I watched my husband servicing each black man in turn, never ceasing to lick and suck them until they'd given him their second loads of the night. I don't know how long that part took, but as soon as the third cock had been pulled out of his mouth, my legs were lowered. I was helped off the table, then my exhausted body was placed on the floor on its back.
As expected, both Angel and Crystal mounted my face, I licked them in turn to their own orgasms. After that, everyone got dressed and Tommy drove us home, where we both stood in a hot shower for what seemed like an hour, then made our way to our bed. How long I slept, I have no idea, for it was late in the next morning when I at last awakened.
We returned to the clinic the following Tuesday, and what happened that time was pretty much a re-run of the first time, except that the three men were in the 10" to 12" range. I was bred by each of them, and again I watched as my husband sucked them off, just as he'd done with the first three.
The third week, the three black men were 12" to 14" in length, and by the time they were finished with me, I knew I had been well and truly bred. And then, just a few days later, when my period didn't arrive, both Tommy and I returned to the clinic, where our pregnancy was confirmed by ultrasound.
It is now three months after Dr. Ngono fucked me in the examination room, and my belly is simply huge. The most-recent ultrasound confirmed that there are three babies in my tummy, but none of us have any idea who the father, or fathers are. It doesn't really matter, of course. What does matter is that I will be one of the mothers of the new race, and that's all that's important.
As for my husband, his surgery has been scheduled for the week when I'll be six months along. That way, he'll be mostly recovered so he can do his part to take care of our babies. He's already getting excited by the idea that he'll be my eunuch by then, and changing the diapers of babies belonging to unknown black men.
I like that idea, too, but I like even more the fact that after I've recovered from giving birth, I'll be taken back to the clinic where other black men can impregnate me. Dr. Ngono has told me that given my young age, I can easily give birth to two dozen black babies during my lifetime.
I like that. I like it a lot.
THE END
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As seems to be happening to lots of wanna-be moms and dads these days, my husband, Tommy, and I had been trying to get pregnant ever since we got married five years ago, but that blessed condition never happened for us. We read all the books we could find, each one promising to be the answer to our prayers, but no matter what we tried, from macrobiotics to never having sex until that particular time of the month when I was most fertile, nothing worked for us.
After more than four years of trying to have kids, we were just about to give up when I got a phone call one afternoon from a woman I'd met at one of a long line of fertility clinics we had visited in the past. When she blurted out her wonderful news as soon as I'd answered the phone, "Jenny, I'm PREGNANT!" I was simply stunned, because I knew she and her husband had tried everything, just as Tommy and I had done.
My reply got right to the point, and I said, "That's wonderful news, Katie! How did you do it? Did you guys find something new to try?"
Her answer was also short and sweet, and all she said was, "We heard about a new clinic that's been having better results than anything we'd ever tried, so we went there. It took me less than a month to get knocked up, and not only that, but we're going to have twins! God, Jenny, can you even begin to believe how wonderful that is for us. Of course, the first thing I thought of when the results of the pregnancy test came back was you guys, and I just knew you'd want to know what worked for us, and that's why you're the first person I thought of to call."
I pressed her for all the details she could give me, and she told me about a new fertility clinic that had opened in Denver less than a year ago, and was already getting fantastic results from their new procedure. By that point in our conversation I was once again able to think clearly, so I asked her to give me all the details, but rather than being specific about anything, all she did was tell me that it was the "most-natural method you could ever imagine." She then gave me the phone number of the place, and urged me to make an appointment just as soon as I could.
So, that's just what I did. As soon as I ran out of ways to congratulate her, I dialed the number she'd given me, and when the receptionist answered, I begged her to give us their very-next appointment. The girl on the phone took just a few seconds to look through the clinic's schedule, then when she said they'd had a cancellation for the upcoming Friday afternoon I begged her to give that time slot to us.
After she'd confirmed our appointment, she gave me directions so we could find the clinic, because as she explained, "We're still in temporary quarters, and you probably won't recognize the place when you drive past it."
I hurriedly wrote down all the information, and then after I hung up the phone all I could do was sit there and cry as I thought of how wonderful it would be to have a baby in my tummy, and then to spend the rest of our lives raising the best kid anyone ever had.
When Tommy came home later that afternoon, I met him at the door and hugged and kissed him with an excitement neither of us had shown for at least two years. Then, when he asked me what was going on, I gave him Katie's good news, and then told him I'd already made an appointment for us at the clinic that had helped her get pregnant. Like me, he was really excited about the idea of us at last having a baby, but given the number of times we'd been disappointed, he was lots more cautious that I was, which was undoubtedly more realistic than my own unbounded euphoria.
He did promise to get a substitute teacher for his Friday afternoon classes (he teaches at the local university, so had to take care of summer-session classes, while my own job as high school teacher meant that I had lots of free time during that time of year), and then we spent the rest of that evening talking about all the "what-ifs" that face new parents. By the next morning, he was just as excited as I, and I know both of us were looking forward to learning more about whatever it was that had worked for Katie, and praying that it would work for us, also.
Friday afternoon found us driving down to Denver, each secretly afraid that we'd find the clinic to be nothing but another in a long line of failures for us. Still, there was always the chance they really had found the answer to our infertility, and you know the old saying about hope springing eternal, so I'm sure both of us were excited as we drove to the place.
We were feeling lots of disappointment as we entered the section of Denver where the clinic was supposedly located, because its address was in the part of the city that's best described as "The Projects." In other words, the people who lived there were not the typical type of person with whom we normally associated.
The closer we came to the clinic's location, the more run-down the neighborhood became, and the number of abandoned and stripped cars we saw sitting beside the street seemed to grow by leaps and bounds. There were dozens of people sitting in doorways, as well as groups of teenagers standing on the sidewalks and staring at us as we drove by. Every face we saw was dark brown, which didn't really matter to us, but the way they seemed to regard us as "prey" made us very uneasy.
When we at last reached the address that had been given to me, we saw a sign on the front of what used to be a large home that had been converted to serve as a medical clinic. The sign read, "WETForBaN, LLC," which didn't make things any clearer to us, and I'm sure that if it hadn't been for the second line of, "Fertility Clinic," directly beneath the first line, we'd simply have driven back home.
Encouraged by the sign, we parked along the sidewalk in front of the clinic, then walked cautiously up to the front door, wondering all the time if our car would still be there when we returned to it. The sign, "Please Enter," on the front door further encouraged us, and as Tommy held the door open, I walked in ahead of him.
The large front room had been the living room in the house's better days, but when we entered we couldn't help but see the warped and cracked wood flooring. The walls had been painted over torn wallpaper, and the one window, with steel bars installed to burglarproof it, was propped open to allow some fresh air inside. There were several older chairs, along with a magazine rack overflowing with copies of "Ebony" and "National Geographic," but not much else in the way of furnishings.
There was a counter along the rear wall of the room, with a nice-looking young woman sitting behind it. Like the other people we'd seen as we drove through the neighborhood, she, too, was dark-skinned. As we walked through the front door, she smiled to welcome us, and then called out, "Oh, you must be Jenny and Tommy! I'm so glad you were able to find us in this unusual place. We been looking continuously for an office location in the downtown area, but the prices are just outrageous. Given what we charge for our services, this is pretty-much all we can afford. I assure you, though, that it won't affect the quality of our service at all."
As we stood at the counter while she double-checked the information I'd given her over the phone, another young woman walked through a door behind the counter. She was even more gorgeous than the receptionist, and given her appearance of being in her mid-20s, was probably ten years younger than we were. As with everyone else we'd seen during the past few minutes, she also had dark-brown skin, which I thought was just the perfect color for the off-white nurse's dress she was wearing.
As soon as the receptionist had entered all our information in her computer, the nurse took over.
THE NURSE
"I'm so pleased to meet you, Jenny and Tommy. My name is Angelique, but I hope you'll call me 'Angel,' if you will. Actually, I hope that you'll come to think of me as your personal angel, because I'm going to do my best to get you guys pregnant just as soon as possible. I know you've gone through hell in dealing with the common run of fertility clinics, and I can assure you that the type of treatment we offer here will not only be more exciting for both of you, but also will have you expecting your first child in no time at all."
Then, holding the door open for us, she added, "Please follow me to the examining room, and I'll get you ready for the doctor. I know you're probably both fed up with all the questions you've had to answer for the past four years at other clinics, but I hope you'll bear with us. I guarantee the questions I'll be asking will be entirely unlike any others you've had in the past, but since your answers will determine the type of treatment we'll provide, I hope you'll bear with me for just a little bit longer."
She then led us down a long hallway, and I could see another couple, escorted by a second nurse, walking toward us. The woman and what was probably her husband were both white like us, and also like us, their nurse was black. The couple appeared to be five to ten years older than us, and I was sure they were there for the same reason, which was to have a baby by any means necessary.
As they got closer, I could see that the man was supporting his wife as she walked, and I could hear her whispering over and over, "My god, Raymond, I never knew it could be like that. I thought I was simply going to die when they . . . when they did it."
Her husband had a stunned expression on his face as he passed us, and I barely made out his whispered reply of, "Never . . . never in a million years did I think I'd do that sort of thing."
Then they were walking through the door to the front room, and its closing kept me from hearing anything else that passed between them.
By then the three of us had reached the door at the end of the hallway and Angel walked through it and then held it open for Tommy and me. As we entered that room, I could see that the quality of the place had changed dramatically. Instead of warped floors and ratty furniture, the examination room was the equal of any we'd seen at the most-expensive clinics we'd visited in the past. The obstetric table was made of gleaming chrome and genuine leather, and the stirrups seemed to be adjustable in every direction imaginable. Given my past experiences in other rooms like that, I was sure I'd soon be lying on that table naked from the waist down, with my feet on the stirrups so my private parts could be intimately examined.
Angel told us to be seated, and as she seated herself behind a small table that held a laptop computer, she told us again that she needed to ask a series of questions. She assured us that our complete and honest answers to every question were essential to a successful outcome of the course of treatment at the clinic, and that we shouldn't hold back due to embarrassment, even though the questions she would be asking were very intimate.
Given all the questionnaires we'd filled out at the other clinics, I doubted very much that she could ask us anything we hadn't already answered many times before.
How little I knew.
"Now, Jenny," she began as her fingers hovered above the keyboard, "I'll start with you, and when necessary I'll ask Tommy some questions, also. First, have you ever used any sort of birth control?"
My answer was simple. "No, never. We wanted a baby just as soon as possible after we were married, so Tommy didn't wear a condom on our wedding night, and hasn't worn one since."
She typed a few words, then continued. "Next, have you ever found sexual relations with Tommy to be uncomfortable or painful?"
Believe me, it was just about all I could do to not break out laughing when she asked that one, because nothing could be further from reality than the idea that his tiny organ could ever hurt me in any way at all. However, given that Angel had no way to know about his lack of size, I just shook my head as I answered, "No. Never."
Again she typed a few words, then went on to the next question. "Have you ever measured Tommy's penis? If so, how long is it when fully erect?"
Since my husband was sitting closer to the table than I was, and I was turned sideways to face Angel, I could see his face blushing bright red and I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. However, that urge soon passed, and I told her, "Yes, I've measured him several times, and the biggest he's ever been was barely more than four inches."
I could see the surprised expression on her face as I said that, and then a split-second later she exclaimed, "You're shitting me! Are you sure that's accurate? He's only four inches long? Are you sure he was hard?" And then she couldn't hold back any longer, and when she started to chuckle I couldn't stop myself from joining in, and soon the two of us were laughing out loud as poor Tommy sat there with his face blazing bright red.
When we were at last able to control ourselves, she asked the next question, which was, "Does he ever give you oral sex?" and after I'd answered in the affirmative, she continued, "Do you like it better than traditional intercourse? Can he make you reach orgasm with his tongue?"
I didn't need to think more than a split-second before answering, "Actually, it's the only way he's ever been able to make me climax. Usually, when he uses his dick I can't tell when he puts it inside me, so after he gets off I make him go down on me. That nearly always works, and truth be told, I think he likes it better that way, too."
After she'd entered my answer, she looked directly at my husband and asked, "How about you, Tommy? Do you like giving Jenny oral sex after you've ejaculated inside her pussy?"
I wasn't really sure he was going to be able to give any sort of reply, but at last he took a deep breath and whispered, "I love it like that. Nothing in the world tastes better than she does after . . . after . . ., well you know."
"Of course I know, Tommy. My own husband seems to prefer that way of having sex, and a couple of my boyfriends do, too. The rest of them are pretty much just by-the-book lovers, but I love them, too."
What she'd just said really rocked me to the core, and before I could even think, I was asking, "So you . . . you have lovers outside of your marriage? And your husband knows about it, and he . . . he thinks it's okay?"
"Oh, yes, he knows about all the other men in my life, and not only does he know about them, but he is very-much in favor of it. I actually think he loves the taste of another man's cum just as much as he loves the taste of my pussy. Based on the answers to this questionnaire that other men have given here in the clinic, I think lots and lots of men have secret cravings for cum, and if it happens to be in their wives' pussies, then so much the better."
She then looked at Tommy once again, then asked, "Have you ever had sexual relations with others of your gender? I mean at any age, not only as an adult?"
I was sure he wasn't going to answer her, so I encouraged him, saying, "Honey, we need to be just as honest as we can be so they can help us have a baby. Please answer Angel's question, and I promise I'll do the same when it's my turn."
He very briefly glanced at me, as if trying to make sure I really wanted him to tell the truth, then when I nodded my head he dropped his eyes to the floor and blushed bright red. At last, he whispered a tiny, "Yes," in answer to the question and then remained silent as the nurse entered his response on her keyboard.
She then continued that line of questioning by asking, "Does your answer mean that you've performed oral sex on other guys, and if so did you enjoy the taste of their cum when you swallowed it?"
Blushing even brighter, he forced his response through a throat almost too tight to allow it.
"I did that, but it took almost a month before I got used to the taste, and after that I liked it."
As she entered that bit of data, she continued with, "When was the last time you sucked off another man?"
I truly thought he had reached the limit of his ability to answer her questions, but after lowering his head even farther, he at last forced out his reply that the most-recent time he given a man a blow job was in September of the previous year. To say I was stunned would be the understatement of the year, because I truly had no idea he had done that sort of thing ever before, let alone while we were married.
When Tommy and I were dating, I had been told by another girl I knew that she'd learned he was bisexual, but I dismissed her comment as an indication that she was jealous of me, and was trying to get me to break up with him. Now that I'd heard his confession, I suddenly realized that I'd had several clues he was that way, but I'd never noticed them at the time.
Angel then looked my way as she said, "Okay, that was great, Tommy. Thank you so much for being so honest with me. That'll be a big help when we design a breeding program for Jenny." She then made another short entry on the computer before turning toward me and saying, "Now it's your turn, Jenny. Please be just as forthcoming with me as your husband, because the more we know about the two of you, the better your chances will be of getting pregnant."
Holding her fingers over the keyboard once again, she asked her first question, which was very similar to what she'd asked my husband.
"Jenny, have you ever had sexual relations with another person of your own gender?"
It was my turn to blush, but unlike Tommy I was able to look directly at Angel as I replied, "Yes, I've done that. And before you ask me if I enjoyed it, I'll tell you that it was the best thing that had ever happened to me by the time I first tried it. And the most-recent repeat was less than two months ago, and I loved it more then than I ever had."
As I spoke, Tommy had lifted his head and turned toward me, and his eyes became more and more glazed with every word. His mouth fell open even farther when I told Angel that I'd had a liaison as recently as several weeks ago, which was evidence that I'd been doing a good job of keeping that part of my life a secret.
THE EXAM
When she finished entering my response to her questions, she said, "Okay, that covers it for now. Let's get you on the table so the doctor can examine you. Please remove all your clothing and hang it on the hooks beside the door. Underwear, too, although I suppose you've already had so many vaginal exams that you know what to expect, don't you?"
I nodded my head and gave a quiet, "Yeah," in answer, then proceeded to get undressed. Tommy helped by taking each piece of clothing I removed and placing it on the nearby wall hooks. In almost less time that it takes to tell, I was as naked as the day I was born, and Angel was indicating she wanted me to stand on the footstool at the foot of the table, between the stirrups. As soon as I did that, I put both hands behind me on the padded top, lifted my bottom up just enough to rest on the surface, and lay back with my head on the built-in pillow.
As soon as I'd done that, Angel told me to lift my legs and place my feet in the stirrups, which I had done so many times in the past few months that it was second nature. What was different this time, though, was that she took two leather belts out of a drawer in the table, and before I even had time to protest my ankles had been strapped tightly to the stirrups.
She pressed a button on the side of the table, and as I heard the hum of an electric motor the stirrups began to move apart, stopping only when my crotch was spread so wide that I thought it might split wide open if she went even a fraction of an inch more. Luckily she released the button just as I was about to complain, and then I was distracted as she pulled my arms off my chest, where they'd been hiding my breasts, and placed them beside my upper body. Then, reaching across my midsection, she pulled another, wider leather belt out of a recess, stretched it across my tummy and buckled it in place so tightly that I could barely breathe.
Just when I was about to complain about being restrained so tightly, the door opened and a black man walked in. To my extreme embarrassment, he stood there in silence as his eyes roved up and down my naked, immobilized body. Angel finally broke the tense silence as she said, "Jenny, Tommy, this is Dr. Ngono, who also happens to be my father. He'll be conducting the examination today." She then added, "Daddy, this is Jenny and Tommy _________, and they're hoping you can help them get pregnant."
He quickly shook hands with my husband, then turned toward me and again gazed at the display I was making as his breathing speeded up even more. After several seconds he said very softly, "A body like yours is made for turning out babies as quickly as possible, Jenny, and you've come to the right place if you want to be bred as much as you can stand."
He had spoken so softly that I was sure Tommy had no idea what the doctor had said, and I was so embarrassed that I couldn't force myself to ask him to repeat it. So, I just lay there like a lump on a log, until at last he recovered himself enough to walk around the stirrup and seat himself between my legs.
The first thing he did once he was in place just inches from my pussy was to pull some of my pubic hair out straight, then tell me, "Before your next session, I want you to get rid of this stuff so you'll be completely bare. I suggest you get yourself waxed instead of just shaving your crotch, because that always makes a woman softer and more enticing to a man."
Before I could even think of a fitting reply to his order, he continued, "I'm going to do a digital exam first, and then proceed from there. I need to know the depth and capacity of your vagina, as well as see if there are any restrictions that would prevent semen from reaching your womb so your eggs can be fertilized."
He immediately inserted his middle finger inside my pussy, and after wiggling it around for a few seconds introduced his forefinger, also. As soon as those two fingers had explored my inner recesses, a third finger was inserted. Then, as I lay there trying to control my growing excitement and arousal, his little finger joined its mates and it felt like my pussy was simply going to explode as it was forced open far beyond anything I'd felt since I had played the childhood game, "Doctor," with the other girls I'd had sex with.
As I struggled with my growing response to his manipulations of my pussy, he said softly, "Angel, stimulate her tits and clit. I want her right on the edge of cumming."
The nurse wasted no time in pinching and pulling my nipples with one of her hands, while the other first caressed, then pinched my clitoris when it responded to her. By then I was so far gone in arousal that I could no longer hold my body still, and my back arched as it tried to force my boobs and my crotch against her hands.
And then, just as I was right on the edge of climaxing, he withdrew his fingers, stood up, then dropped his trousers and undershorts. My eyes must have been bulging out of my head as I stared and stared at what he had between his legs, because never in my life had I seen a cock that large. The largest boyfriend I'd ever had measured barely 7" long and maybe two inches across, but it paled in comparison to the monster that was pointing directly at my pussy.
From miles and miles away I heard Tommy gasping in shock, and then whimpering and moaning as he saw what the doctor had between his legs, and realized what was going to be done with it. Just a second later the head of the monster began to slip from sight between my widespread legs. As I moaned in increasing arousal, Angel redoubled her efforts as her father fucked me, and by the time he was about halfway inside my pussy, she was pinching my nipples and clit as hard as she could, while trying to tear them from my body.
I heard him groaning deep in his throat, then as he gasped, "Make her cum! Now!" she leaned over my face and French-kissed me more sensuously than anyone had ever before done.
And I climaxed. Oh, how I climaxed! Although, to apply that name to what I did right then was the understatement of the year, because I did it with so much force that it hurt, and then hurt some more. And then all I could do was lie there kissing Angel and loving both her and her father with all my heart.
As he pulled his organ from my cum-filled pussy, Angel walked to the foot of the table, then dropped to her knees. The doctor stepped away from my crotch, then turned toward her and guided his softening cock into her mouth so she could clean it. At the same time, he said, "Tommy, your wife needs you now. Get over here and do what you white boys do best."
To my absolute amazement, my husband did exactly as he'd been told. In a split second he was on his knees between my legs with his face buried in my crotch, and the sounds of his sucking and swallowing were far louder than those Angel was making as she performed the same service for her father.
After what seemed like no more than a few seconds, although it was probably several minutes, the doctor pulled his cock out of his ********'s mouth, and I could see that it was once again standing proudly erect. Then, to my instant shock he pulled Tommy's head away from my crotch as he said, "I'm sure you'd like a fresher load, boy, so get busy and suck it out of my balls."
It never occurred to me that my husband would accept such an order, but to my amazement, and yes, increasing arousal, he opened his mouth and accepted the black monster inside it. The doctor's sigh of pleasure told me that Tommy was probably licking the head of the thing while also sucking it, and that was confirmed when he whispered, "Damn, but this white boy can suck a cock like it was always meant to be done. Somebody trained him just right, that's for sure."
The blow job went on and on as time stood still for me and I was simply frozen in place as I watched my husband sucking another man's cock just as if he'd been doing it all his life. Actually, given his answer to Angel's questions shortly before, I had no doubt he'd been honing his cocksucking skills for many years.
That opinion was bolstered when the doctor sighed deeply, then gasped, "You're going to have lots of fun around here, boy! I think I could get rich charging for your services to all the men in the neighborhood, but right now I'm going to keep you for myself." He then placed his hands on Tommy's head, pulled it toward his crotch, and exclaimed, "Eat it, you worthless cocksucker! Eat . . . ittttttttt!" The tiny gagging sound, followed by the sound of his throat working, from my husband was all the confirmation I needed that he was busily doing what he'd been ordered to do.
As soon as Tommy had sucked the final drop of cum from the rapidly softening shaft, the doctor pulled up his trousers and headed for the door. As he opened it, he said to Angel, "I think we'll start with three for her first session. Select them from the 8 to 10 inch list for her first time, and then we'll increase it each time after that."
He then closed the door behind him, leaving the three of us to recover. As soon as the three of us were alone again, Angel, who was still standing at my side, said, "Tommy, get the footstool and bring it up here."
When he stood to do what she had ordered, the sight of the tiny "tent" in his trousers made Angel laugh, and the blush on my husband's face was deeper than ever as he picked up the stool and brought it to her. She used one foot to push it to where she wanted it, then taking one of his hands in hers, she said, "Help me get up on the table, Tommy. I've waited as long as I can stand to have my own orgasm, and I'm going to make your wife give me what you gave Daddy."
She then stepped atop the footstool, swung the other foot over my body, and then crouched above my face, leaving no doubt at all about what she was going to make me do. Instructing my husband to pull up the short skirt she was wearing, she used both hands to hold my head in the position she wanted and then looked down at me. I was simply unable to move at all as I stared and stared at her naked pussy poised above my face, and the sight of her juices glistening on her upper thighs coupled with the captivating scent of that part of her beautiful body turned me on so much that I almost passed out.
The only sound that broke the silence in the room was the ragged breathing all three of us were doing, until at last she whispered, "Are you ready to eat me, Jenny? I'm warning you that if you take even one lick of my pussy, you'll become my slave for all time, and I will use your body in any manner I want. You'll never again control what happens to you, and if you ever refuse me, I'll punish you severely? Do you understand? Do you want to be my slave bad enough to give yourself to me for the rest of your life?"
I don't know that I hesitated at all before I gasped out, "Please . . . Mistress! Please use me any way you want! Let me serve you, no matter what I have to do! Let me please you, Mistress!"
Her only response was to lower herself to me, then sigh deeply as I began to use my lips, my tongue, and my mouth to give her the pleasure she deserved. I kissed her, I licked her, and I sucked her juices from her wonderful body, until a mere few seconds later her thighs clenched my head in their powerful grip, and she rewarded my efforts by climaxing.
As she slumped forward, her ragged breathing slowed, until at last she lifted herself from my face, then used the footstool and my husband's assistance to once again stand beside the table. She then quickly released me, and as she was helping me sit up and step down to the footstool, my eyes drifted to the screen of her laptop computer. Right at the top of the page of questions she'd asked us was the full name of the clinic, and the words displayed there answered my questions about the meaning of the name on the sign over the front door.
The words burned themselves into my brain, temporarily stunning me as I tried to deal with the name's implications. There, in bright-red letters were the words that explained the name on the sign. It seems that "WETForBaN" actually stood for this full name:
White Extinction Through Forced Breeding and Nullification
By then I was beyond the ability to think of the implications of those words, and all I could do was numbly cooperate with Angel as she helped me get dressed. After that we followed her to the front of the clinic, where she discussed the scheduling of our next visit with the receptionist. We were told to be there for our first breeding session at 7:00 the following Tuesday evening, and to plan for it to take two to three hours. Then, as Angel left the room, she said over her shoulder, "Remember to get waxed, Jenny. If you come with any hair on your pussy, I'll pull each one out with pliers."
Even through the closed door, I could hear her laughing as she walked down the hallway. As for Tommy and me, we merely made our way out the front door and got in our car and drove home. I don't know what he was thinking of during the drive, but as for me, all I could see in my mind were the three men, who would undoubtedly be black, breeding me again and again with their 8 to 10 inch cocks.
By the time we got home my panties and the crotch of my slacks were both soaked through and through.
THE WASTED DAYS
The next four days crawled through the calendar more slowly than any I'd ever experienced, and I know the same sensation must have been what Tommy was feeling as we waited. Both of us seemed to know without being told that we should not have intercourse during that period, but I have to confess that I did make him eat me every night, because there was no way in hell I could live through those four days with no relief at all.
I was turned on all the time as I thought of what had happened while I was strapped to the table in the clinic, and what was undoubtedly going to happen during our second appointment. Images of Tommy sucking off three black men after they'd fucked me ran through my fevered brain every waking second, and given the dreams I remember having, probably during the entire night, too.
And then, just when I thought I couldn't possibly get any more aroused, I had the sudden inspiration the following Monday morning to see if an Internet search could shed any light on the strange name of the clinic. There were thousands of returns dealing with the search term, "White Extinction," and while I thought most of them were nothing but fantasy, there seemed to be a grain of truth in a few of them that convinced me there actually was a movement like that taking place that very moment.
And then, when I entered the word, "nullification," what I read, and even more, what I saw in the pictures of men who had been nullified, drove me so far out of my mind with arousal that I had no choice but to undress and masturbate as I looked at them. All I could think of was it being my husband standing there naked in front of the camera, displaying the results of his own nullification.
After several hours of reading about the White Extinction movement, and thinking of what it meant for Tommy and me, I was so exhausted that I had to go to bed to take a nap. And then when I awakened a couple hours later, I masturbated again as I recalled the words I'd read, and the photos I seen. And then I fell asleep again, and awakened only when Tommy walked into our bedroom.
HIS CONFESSION
It was when we went to bed the evening before our Tuesday appointment that I could no longer live with the excitement and the arousal that I'd been feeling ever since I'd learned the true name of the clinic. Of course, the Internet surfing I'd done that morning, and all the information I'd read and the pictures I'd looked at, just made me hotter than ever. Unable to contain myself even one second longer, I began to fondle Tommy's erection almost as soon as we were in bed.
I had practiced what I was going to say to him, and when he began to thrust his crotch against my exploring fingers, I put my plan in action.
"Honey," I began, "I was watching Dr. Phil this morning as I nearly always do, and I heard the strangest word and I want to ask you what it means. Right at the end of every episode they show clips from the next day's program, probably to get everyone interested so they'll tune in again.
"Anyway, just as the clip was coming to an end, Dr. Phil asked the woman seated in the other chair what seemed to be the problem with her husband. Her answer had the strange word in it, when she said something like, 'Well, he keeps telling me he wants to be a nullo.'
"Everybody in the audience gasped, like they were shocked or something, so it must be something pretty exciting, but I don't think I've ever heard that word before. Have you? Do you know what it means?"
His reaction to what I'd said came so fast that I knew I'd struck a nerve. His body completely froze in place, and I swear his little dick got bigger than it'd ever been. It took several seconds before he mumbled, "Yeah, I've heard that word."
Well, that alone told me he was pretty far gone, because he teaches English classes at the University, and he's always really careful about talking correctly, and I don't know that I'd ever heard him say the word, "Yeah," like he did then. All I did was wait him out, because I wanted him to answer my question all on his own, which he did after a long time.
"It's short for 'nullification,' or in that man's case, 'nullified.' He's saying he wants to be nullified."
He stopped talking at that point, and I knew he needed some more motivation to go on with his explanation, so I asked him again if he knew what the word meant, and to tell me if he did.
"Yeah, I know. It means that he wants to have something done to him so he can't ever again have sex with a woman. He wants to have his . . . his . . ."
That was as far as he could get without more urging, so I whispered in his ear while I was pinching the head of his thing, "Go on, Honey. Tell me what he wants."
He took a deep breath, and just when I was afraid he wasn't going to say what I needed to hear, he started again and rushed through his explanation so fast that it was all I could do to make out the words.
"He wants to have his penis removed so he'll be a functional eunuch. He'll still have all the normal sex urges, because he'll still have his testes cranking out the sex hormones. But since he won't be able to have normal sex ever again he'll be extremely aroused all the time and he'll be really attentive to his wife from then on."
He stopped talking at that point, and after waiting for a few seconds I asked, "So, what you're saying is that there are men who actually want to have their penises removed so they'll be horny all the time, and will do anything their wives say? Is that what you mean?"
Apparently, he had sunk even further into a mindless state, because his only answer was a simple, "Uh-huh."
I said, "Well, I can't believe there are actually men who really and truly want to have their things cut off. But if there are, then they'd better not tell me about it, because push would come to shove real fast if they said something to me like that."
I guess that was the final straw for his ability to not cum, and all of a sudden he started squirting all over his tummy. All I did was wait until he'd finished, then scraped up the stuff with my fingers and made him lick them clean, which he'd done lots of times in the past.
After that, we lay there in silence as we fell asleep, and then it was Tuesday morning, and I went to my waxing appointment at the beauty shop. Then, there was nothing to do but watch the clock slowly creep toward 6:00, when it would be time for us to leave for Denver, and my appointment to be bred.
THE FIRST BREEDING SESSION
When we drove up to the clinic and parked along the street, I saw Crystal, the receptionist, standing on the front porch waiting for us. She welcomed us again as we walked up the steps, then held the door so we could walk inside. As Tommy and I stood there, she locked the door behind us and I felt a thrill in my chest as the doorknob lock and then the two deadbolt locks snicked closed, because I knew we would be unable to get back outside without her there to open the door for us. In the depths of my soul, I knew we were now committed to go through with what was implied was going to happen during our first appointment.
The young girl did nothing but increase the sensation of excitement I was feeling between my legs when she pointed to the window and said, "One of the other couples we've had here said the bars on the window made the place feel like she and her husband were prisoners here, and all I did was just smile at her. I've always thought a touch of fear guaranteed better orgasms, don't you agree?"
All I could do was nod my head in agreement, and then follow along behind her as she walked around the counter.
She then escorted us down the hallway to the door at the far end, which was not the one where I'd been examined the prior week. When we entered, I saw the room was much larger than the examining room where we'd met Dr. Ngono, and it didn't have much equipment beyond the table, which was really strange-looking.
It was more a stick outline of a human body than it was a table, which I thought was really odd. The part where I was sure my legs would go looked like the letter "Y," with leather cuffs fastened to the two ends. The post of the "Y" was really long, and it had two more of the cuffs fastened to its end, too. I guess Tommy must have figured it out about the time I did, because I heard him whimper, which told me he was fantasizing about me being strapped down on the thing, with one man after another standing in the fork and fucking me, trying to get me pregnant.
Crystal wasted no time in trying to put us at ease, saying simply, "Jenny, get our clothes off so I can get you in place on the breeding table. Tommy, you can put her stuff on the hangers on those wall pegs."
She then watched avidly as I slowly stripped down, and it was easy to see that she was breathing more rapidly by the second as more and more of my body was revealed to her avid eyes. When I at last stepped out of my panties, she looked directly at my pussy, then said, "It looks like the waxer did a good job with you. Actually, I was looking forward to seeing some stray hairs so we could use our pliers on them. You'd never guess how loud a white woman can scream when we slowly pluck her bald like that."
She continued to chuckle as she helped me sit on the edge of the table, but as she watched me position myself with my legs spread widely and my arms stretching over my head, her chuckles were silenced as her eyes focused on my pussy and my breasts. By then she wasn't the only one who was breathing raggedly, because I was becoming more and more turned on by the second, probably because I was thinking about what I'd read about the White Extinction movement, and how it advocated for the breeding of white women by black men, so that in the future there would be no more white babies ever again. As for the white men, well, I'll leave it to my readers to remember how the term "nullification" would be applied to them.
At the exact second the last cuff had been fastened to my wrist, a door at the far end of the room swung open, and Angel walked through. She greeted Tommy and me, then double-checked the cuffs to make sure they were tight enough to hold my body in place, no matter what was done to it. Apparently satisfied that I wouldn't be able to escape, she said, "Looks good, Crystal. Let's get undressed, too, so Jenny can get all hot and bothered looking at our delicious bodies. She already knows how good my cunt tastes, and by the time we let them go home, she'll know how good yours tastes, too."
The two of them began to remove their own clothes, each instructing Tommy how to properly place them on the hangers so there wouldn't be any wrinkles. Then, at last they were both just as naked as I was, and all I could do was stare back and forth from one to the other, wishing I were free so I could rush to them and declare my undying love as I pleasured them time and time again.
Those thoughts were soon banished from my head, because the door again swung open, and when three black men walked through it, I knew my fate was sealed. My body was theirs to use as they saw fit, and nothing I could say or do would stop them from breeding me as much as they wanted.
I watched as the three men removed their own clothing, fascinated by the sight of their huge organs swinging back and forth in time to their movements. By the time they were just as naked as the three of us, I could hear Tommy whimpering and moaning from somewhere behind my head, and there was no question he was looking forward to what was soon to come, and probably just as excited by it as I had been for several minutes by then.
Angel and Crystal stood on opposite sides of my body, then their fingers did their best to drive me crazy as they caressed, pinched, twisted and pulled first my nipples and then my clit. Angel asked in a soft voice, "Jenny, is there anything else we can do for you to make sure you cum when you're being bred. Dr. Ngono has always said the chances of a woman getting pregnant are increased lots and lots if she'll do that, because it opens up the passages in her cunt. Tell us how to make it hotter for you."
I had already been thinking of little else than that, and entirely without conscious thought, I gasped out, "Make Tommy get naked, too! I want to see how hard his little thing gets when he sucks off the men after they've fucked his wife!"
Angel said only, "That part goes without saying, Jenny. White boys are at their best when they're sucking off real men, so we always make them do that."
Looking directly at the three men waiting their turn with me, she instructed, "Get him naked, guys. Let's do what she wants so she'll be more receptive to your little swimmers."
The three of them dragged Tommy to where I could see him, and then proceeded to almost tear his clothes off. Faster than I can describe it, he was standing before me naked as the day he was born, with his tiny organ dancing up and down as he anticipated watching his wife being bred by three black men.
Angel dropped to her knees in front of him, and immediately began to pull on his balls to get them nice and loose, and when they were hanging free she told Crystal, "Sweetheart, get one of those cords hanging on the wall and tie it around the base of his little pecker. That'll keep him from squirting, and he'll be more anxious to do what his wife wants."
I stared and stared at the sight of my husband's dick tied off and rock hard, until I was distracted by the sensation of a cock had being rubbed against my slit to lubricate it. Then, as the man took his place between my legs and pushed the head of his cock inside me, my attention was all on him. My crotch began to thrust against him, as if begging for his seed, as he slowly pushed his monster deeper and deeper inside my eager pussy..
And then I climaxed, and, oh, how inadequate that word is for what I did as the black bull ***** me. His huge organ stretched the walls of my cunt farther than I'd ever guessed they could go, and the head pounded against what had up until then been the upper limits of my opening. That part of me stood no chance against the invader that was battering its insides, and the pain, the arousal, and most of all, the sight of my transfixed husband drove me over the brink, and I was lost in the feelings of lust greater than I'd never known.
The other two men then took me in turn, and then one of them pressed a button on the side of the table. As a motor hummed beneath me, my feet were lifted high in the air, and I couldn't understand why until Angel explained, "We need to make sure their cum doesn't run out until their swimmers have had a chance to find your eggs. Hopefully, they're right now swimming upstream to your womb, and they'll soon be fertilizing all the eggs they find, giving you the babies you've always wanted."
With my legs high above my crotch, I watched my husband servicing each black man in turn, never ceasing to lick and suck them until they'd given him their second loads of the night. I don't know how long that part took, but as soon as the third cock had been pulled out of his mouth, my legs were lowered. I was helped off the table, then my exhausted body was placed on the floor on its back.
As expected, both Angel and Crystal mounted my face, I licked them in turn to their own orgasms. After that, everyone got dressed and Tommy drove us home, where we both stood in a hot shower for what seemed like an hour, then made our way to our bed. How long I slept, I have no idea, for it was late in the next morning when I at last awakened.
We returned to the clinic the following Tuesday, and what happened that time was pretty much a re-run of the first time, except that the three men were in the 10" to 12" range. I was bred by each of them, and again I watched as my husband sucked them off, just as he'd done with the first three.
The third week, the three black men were 12" to 14" in length, and by the time they were finished with me, I knew I had been well and truly bred. And then, just a few days later, when my period didn't arrive, both Tommy and I returned to the clinic, where our pregnancy was confirmed by ultrasound.
It is now three months after Dr. Ngono fucked me in the examination room, and my belly is simply huge. The most-recent ultrasound confirmed that there are three babies in my tummy, but none of us have any idea who the father, or fathers are. It doesn't really matter, of course. What does matter is that I will be one of the mothers of the new race, and that's all that's important.
As for my husband, his surgery has been scheduled for the week when I'll be six months along. That way, he'll be mostly recovered so he can do his part to take care of our babies. He's already getting excited by the idea that he'll be my eunuch by then, and changing the diapers of babies belonging to unknown black men.
I like that idea, too, but I like even more the fact that after I've recovered from giving birth, I'll be taken back to the clinic where other black men can impregnate me. Dr. Ngono has told me that given my young age, I can easily give birth to two dozen black babies during my lifetime.
I like that. I like it a lot.
THE END
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