“Hello, is Orla at home?” Corina said, drumming her fingers on her kitchen table. It was the weekend, a few days after her gang-bang at Michael Tandino’s estate and, after the initial wonderment of the whole affair had died down, she realised just how much the earlier conversation about introducing new women to the ‘lifestyle’ had affected her. Specifically, about introducing her sister to it.
“Huh? Oh, right, I’ll just get her...” a gruff male voice answered. Corina waited patiently until her sister picked up the receiver.
“Hello?” a timid, familiar voice eventually appeared.
“Orla!” Corina grinned. “It’s Corina! How are you?”
“Oh... hi Corina, um, sorry, I’m kinda busy right now, I...”
A pause, then whispering.
“Look, let me call you back. I’m going out in a bit. I can talk freely then.”
“Um... okay, sure,” Corina said, suddenly worried. “I’ll wait for your call then.”
“Thanks. Bye.” The phone went dead.
Suddenly Corina’s cheerful mood, full of anticipation, was dampened somewhat. Was Orla alright? Was her husband abusing her? Was she in fear for her life? Wild thoughts crossed her mind.
No, she’d met him before. He was a decent man... well, at least he appeared to be. He wasn’t physically imposing and Orla had always seemed the dominant one in the relationship. So... what the hell was it?
Colin popped his head round the door of the kitchen.
“Hey, I just dropped the kids off at Sophia’s place... so, we have the house to ourselves and... well... you know.”
Corina visibly shuddered at the thought of his pale, clammy hands touching her. She was tempted to just say, flat out, that she only fucked black men, but ... no, not yet. She was on film being gang-banged so, if he saw that, fine, she’d have to explain. For now... no, not the right time. Soon, but not quite yet.
“No, I’m waiting on Orla to call me back. I think she’s having problems at home and I’ve got to be here for when she is able to talk.”
“Oh, I... okay, I guess I can just watch the football,” Colin said, dejected.
“And I wouldn’t want to touch your pathetic little dicklet anyway,” Corina thought as he walked out. She heard the TV go on in the lounge, the neanderthal chanting of thousands of people bellowing out from the speakers. Shuddering again, she made sure to close the door tightly. Sitting down again, she was surprised to see her phone buzz. It was Orla, quicker than she’d expected.
“Hi, Corina?” her sister said. “I’m glad you called. Sorry about earlier, just... I had to wait until my husband had gone. I sent him out on an errand so he’ll be out for a while. I deliberately picked something he’d have a lot of trouble finding... oh God, Corina, I’m so fucking unhappy!”
Orla began to weep and Corina, stunned, didn’t know how to respond straight away.
“Look, I... perhaps we should meet up. Somewhere safe, neutral.”
“Yes...” Orla sniffed. “Yeah, I think so. I’ll leave him a note. Where?”
“I know this coffee shop near where I work,” Corina said. “How about there?”
“No... it’s too... public, I... look, can you come to mine? My church... I can talk there, nobody’ll be about now. Please?”
“Of course, I’ll come straight away.”
She left without saying anything to Colin. Orla’s place was about 40 minutes away, but with a bit of careful speeding, she managed to make it in 30. The church was, as Orla had said, completely deserted. The local priest was about somewhere, but otherwise the two women were alone at the back. Corina had forgotten how uncomfortable the pews were, but she resisted the urge to complain and let Orla speak.
“Thanks, sis,” Orla said, hugging her. “I don’t know who else to turn to. I can’t... can’t even speak to my priest, Father Daniels, because... it’s about my husband. I... wow, this is difficult to say.”
“It’s okay,” Corina said, soothing her sister. She held her close while she sobbed, stifling the guilt she felt when her pussy involuntarily spasmed. Damn, she was horny all the fucking time now.
“Tell me what he’s done. Has he hurt you? Did he cheat on you?”
Orla looked up, surprised and confused. “Wha... hurt me? God, in some ways I wish he had. It would at least display some streak of... fuc...”
She slapped her knee, reproaching herself for nearly swearing in her church.
“...some streak of masculinity,” she finished, without the swear.
“What do you mean?” Corina said.
“He... look, I want to have a baby and we’ve tried and tried and tried... but nothing. I thought it must be me, that something inside me wrong. A punishment from God for my wild young days, for what I nearly did with you.” She blushed, though she didn’t notice that Corina didn’t react at all.
“Anyway, the tests all indicated that I was in perfect working order. It was HIM! That... he was firing blanks. They said there was always a chance he could make a baby in me, but it was highly unlikely. Plus his co... member isn’t exactly big, so it’s not even very satisfying just to make love. It’s... oh, I just want a little baby!”
Fresh tears and Corina comforted her sister... though inwardly she couldn’t believe her luck. She looked around this holy place and wondered if there was indeed a God up there. If there was, he’d blessed her with an incredible chance here. She had to grasp it, sew the seed that could bloom into something magnificent.
“What about artificial insemination?” Corina said, stroking her sister’s hair.
“No, no, my husband thinks it is wrong, like playing God,” Orla said. “I think so too. I have to conceive the natural way. Anything else would be... well, wrong.”
“Orla, can I be blunt then?”
Corina took hold of her sister’s shoulders and gently pushed her to arm’s length.
“There’s only one solution that I can see then, if you won’t do it artificially,” Corina said, sternly, trying not to let any of her excitement show.
“What?” Orla said.
“You have...” Corina said, pausing to make it look like she was saying something incredibly difficult. “You have... to have sex with another man.”
Orla’s eyes bulged before she dropped her head into her hands again. Corina let her cry.
“I... I knew you’d say that,” Orla said, finally. “I can’t say it hasn’t occurred to me before, but... there must be another way. I can’t betray him like that. I can’t. I made vows, I can’t just break them for...”
“...for your only shot at a baby?”
Orla didn’t reply at first. Corina could almost physically see her internal struggle, writ large on her face. Finally, her face falling, she nodded, almost imperceptibly.
“You’re right,” she said, softly. “It’s the only way. Oh God...”
“I’ll help you,” Corina said, stroking her back. “I’ll be there with you every step of the way. My work puts in contact with a lot of different businesses and agencies. It just so happens we were working with a doctor who specialises in ... natural insemination techniques. Completely safe, above board. Do you want me to contact him?”
Orla nodded.
“Great, I can text him right away. Don’t worry, soon you’ll have a bouncing baby to look after. You can even let your husband think it is his. Keep it our little secret, everybody’s happy.”
“Okay,” Orla mumbled. “I think that would be best. It won’t hurt him not to know...”
He might be hurt when he sees the baby is black, Corina chuckled to herself.
“Okay, let me just go send him an email on my phone, reception in here isn’t great,” Corina said, pretending to fiddle with her phone. “I’ll be back in a sec.”
Corina went to the far edge of the graveyard outside the church so she wouldn’t be overheard by Orla if she suddenly came outside. She found Vanessa’s number and called.
“Hi Cozza,” Vanessa said. “What’s up?”
“Big news! I’m up with my sister,” Corina started.
“Wow, that was quick! Don’t tell me she’s gone black already?”
“No, no, it’ll take some work... but I’ve got a plan. She desperately wants a baby and her husband is firing blanks. She also refuses artificial insemination. I’ve managed to convince her that having sex with another man is the only way to go. She’d already considered it, so it was an easy sell. Now... we just need to get her with a black guy, but I know she’ll freak if we just throw that at her... so here’s what I think we should do...”
“Go on,” Vanessa said, eagerly.
“We need to get Michael or something to pretend to be a doctor who is a specialist in.. “natural insemination”, I called it. He says he can provide the setting and donors for Orla to be knocked up, but what we need is for him to find the wimpiest, the most pathetic white boys out there, all also incapable of doing the necessary. She won’t know any different, except she’ll get more and more frustrated as we go on. We keep assuring her these studs are potent, but that there’s only one surefire way of getting her knocked up... a big cock that fills her up. She’ll be so worked up that she may well agree... then we say that the only men we have with the requisite size are black.”
“Ooh, I like it...” Vanessa giggled.
“She’s so desperate and I’ll be there to push her... she might just go for it. Make sure it is a real primo lover and she’ll be cumming hard on that black dick... so hard that she’ll tell me about it and I can push her further from there. What do you think?”
“I’ll get right on it,” Vanessa said. “Seriously, I’m going to call Mr Tandino right after you hang up. I’ll text you some details as soon as I can. I’ve got a good feeling about this...”
“So do I!” Corina said, grinning as she hung up. She looked at the church again, still grinning. Oh yes, she had a very good feeling about this.
-----
Mei Ling lay in bed, unable to move. She’d just finished throwing up in the sink of her bathroom and then had collapsed back onto her single bed, feeling nauseous and dizzy. What was wrong with her? Was it that street food she’d eaten the day before? Was it the flu? Was it the exertions of the past few days?
Since her big gang-bang at Bam-Bam’s crib, she’d had very little respite. Forgotten was her work with Corina and Emily, excuses made day after day, and she also hadn’t been to any lectures or seminars. She had tried to turn her mind back to work or study, but every time she did, she lost concentration, mind filled with sexual images and a lust for more black cock. The morning after the gang-bang, she’d woken up to the buzz of her intercom. Groggily, she’d answered it and it had been Bam-Bam.
She was wide awake upon hearing his voice and immediately buzzed him in. She’d not even asked if he was alone and, when she opened her room door, noticed he wasn’t. Five black men followed him into her small room, pushing the door closed, Mei Ling to the bed and their big cocks up into her now-gushingly wet pussy.
At least an hour later, though she had no real idea of the time, the men simply zipped up and left, Mei Ling an exhausted lump on her bed, pussy and ass spewing cum all over her bedspread. She lay there for a long time, drifting in and out of sleep, until hunger finally drove her to make some instant noodles.
As she ate her mediocre repast, she wondered about work. She knew she had to keep up with her studies. Her parents would know if she didn’t. Somehow they always did. So she finished up and got her books out. Driving away the thoughts of sex as best she could, she focused on learning for the first time in days.
After a little while, her phone rang and she answered it, annoyed at being disturbed.
“Hey cunt,” Bam-Bam said. “Hope you enjoyed getting fucked earlier. I’ve got some more niggas here, want some of your sweet Chinese pussy. Open up your door.”
“Please, I need to study. I have lots of sex with you, but please, I must work now,” Mei Ling pleaded, though her body was rebelling against her mind. Her brain said no, her body said fuck me, fuck me, fuck me... over and over.
“Bitch, please, slut like you can’t say no, so open up or we’ll find some other whore to fuck. You know you want it.”
“No, I... oh....” Mei Ling bit her lip and stood, moving swiftly to the buzzer. She slammed her palm down on it.
“That’s better. And just for that... we’re gonna double-team that little fucking pussy.”
Mei Ling watched in silence as her door opened, a stream of black men entering. She counted at least eight, maybe ten.
“Cunt is still naked,” Bam-Bam sneered and Mei Ling realised that, yes, she hadn’t even bothered to dress. “Even after all that fucking, she still wet as shit.”
He moved to her and thrust four fingers into her vagina easily, her body unable to control its seemingly insatiable lust for black cock.
“We need to stretch this shit out more, boys,” he said. One of the other men walked to her bed and tossed all her study materials on the floor.
“Get this shit out of the way,” he said, hurling her folders and papers onto the ground, before lying back, his cock sticking up 11 inches into the air. Bam-Bam pushed Mei Ling towards the man and she responded, straddling him and sinking his entire length into her twat in one go.
“Yeah, take that shit,” Bam-Bam said, slapping Mei Ling’s ass as she began to bounce up and down on the man’s length. She looked over her shoulder, eyes already becoming glazed with lust. Another man was kneeling behind her and she got ready for his massive rod to penetrate her ass. Instead, she felt his swollen cock head press against her already full vaginal opening.
“Oh no! You can’t...” she squealed, realising they were going to stick two enormous black cocks up her pussy at once.
“We fucking can and you’re gonna love it!” Bam-Bam said. “Get some more lube on that shit, son.”
There was none to hand so Mei Ling watched, held down by the brute beneath her’s powerful arms, as the men picked up her shampoo, conditioner, all sorts of liquid products and began to squirt them all over her pussy and the cock ready to enter her. It was an obscene, sticky mess in seconds, but it did the trick - the second cock ploughed up into her body easily. She screamed, but a huge, rough hand clamped down over her mouth as she did so.
More than 22 inches of thick cock were stretching her previously tight pussy beyond what she could have imagined its limits were, but they were both right up to the balls in her now. She struggled, but they were too strong. They began to pound her almost instantly, not letting her settle and she came almost instantly, an immensely powerful orgasm that rocked her to the core.
It seemed like every one of the men shared her with another man that day, her pussy stretched out grotesquely as each set of men entered her. There was no respite and she found she didn’t want any. It was everything she craved now - orgasms, huge black cocks and relentless, mind-blowing sex. She forgot her studies, forgot her job, forgot everything except the insane positions they bent her into, two cocks smashing into her cervix for hour after hour, cum blast after cum blast filling her womb.
When she woke the next day, she literally couldn’t walk, having to crawl to the bathroom. As she got there, she started to throw up into the bowl. She collapsed on the floor, crying as her body rebelled. She heaved everything up until she felt well enough to crawl back to her bed, her body aching, sore and ready for yet more sleep. She wanted to work, but she couldn’t move.
Her phone rang again. Bam-Bam once more. She didn’t answer. She couldn’t answer. There was no way she could go through all that again...
... a few minutes later she had twelve inches of cock buried up her ass, a mere four black men waiting their turn to pump her guts full of cum. She was truly insatiable, a lost cause devoted to one thing - black men.
So when she was lying there, her belly feeling like it was turning upside down, she realised what it was. It wasn’t the food she’d managed to get down her the night before, a rare sojourn beyond her four walls. It wasn’t the flu or anything like that. It was a very different kind of condition, one that both brought her great horror and satisfaction all at once.
----
“So how’s it going with the plan?” Corina said, sipping her coffee. She, Vanessa and Emily were in their usual places at the coffee shop again.
“What plan is this?” Emily said. Corina proceeded to fill Emily in on the situation with Orla.
“Wow, you’ve really thought this through,” the young girl chuckled. “I was going to say, actually, I need a stud for my mother!”
The older girls looked at her.
“Just for a date. I’ve managed to convince her that she needs to go out on a date. It’s been too long since she had one. I didn’t tell her that her date would be black, of course, but I did kind of hint that Mr Tandino was my boyfriend... so maybe we could try to find a nice, unthreatening date for my mother. Handsome, charming... hey, how about Malik? He seemed to work with you, Corina.”
“He did, yes,” Corina laughed. “That’s a good idea, you think he’ll be suitable, V?”
“Hmm, yes, I think so. I’ll get on that too, but first, your plan, Corina,” Vanessa said. “So I spoke to Michael, Mr Tandino, about this after you called and he likes the idea. It should be easy to do and has volunteered to be the ‘doctor’ himself. Additionally, some of the women we already have involved in Project Blackout will be more than willing to lend their own cucks to the cause.”
“Fantastic,” Corina said. “I wish there was a way to speed this all along, but we need to play it safe. If this works, it could be a way of tempting in other women too. Orla’s like a guinea pig for the idea.”
“Indeed, Michael’s thoughts precisely,” Vanessa nodded. “We need to play along with the idea of this being real, so we can’t rush it. Why would her sister be trying to push her to have sex with more men, bigger men and so on? It doesn’t make sense - at least, not to Orla, it wouldn’t. So you have to be calm, caring... but discreetly pushing her on at every step. That wild streak you talked about, it’s still there, she needs something to break her emotional chains.”
“Okay, so this is what I’m going to say...” Corina said, leaning forward.
----
“Really? Already? Wow, that was quick,” Orla said, her heart fluttering slightly.
“I know, I just really wanted to help you and, surprisingly, he’s got a free slot tomorrow. He sees patients at his home,” Corina said, reading out the address. “Do you want me to come along with you, give you some moral support?”
“Yes, that would be wonderful,” Orla said. “I can’t believe I’m doing this... it still seems weird. Natural insemination? I’ve never heard of a doctor doing stuff like that. It seems ... unethical, somehow...”
“But think about, sis,” Corina said. “Lots of women must be in your position and not everyone can either afford or wants to do things artificially. It makes sense... right? It’s how God intended us to be bred... I mean, to experience the joy of creation, after all.”
“Yes, I guess you’re right,” Orla sighed. “Okay, I’ll see you there tomorrow. I hope I’m doing the right thing...”
“Just think about the end result, the beautiful baby you’ll be cradling in your arms,” Corina said.
“Yes,” Orla said. “Yes! Of course, I will. Thanks sis, I love you.”
“Love you too,” Corina said, hanging up.
----
“Hi mother,” Emily said as the video chat opened up. “I’ve made that date for you!”
“God, Emily,” Margaret said, blushing even at her age. “First thing you say to me is that?”
“I know, I know,” Emily laughed. “It’s just important stuff, right? Anyway, his name is Mal and he’s 26 and...”
“Wait... 26?” Margaret said, shocked. “I’m nearly 20 years older than him! I could be his mother!”
“Well, you’re not and come on, you’ve got to get with the times,” Emily tutted. “Age isn’t the barrier it used to be. You’re as young as you feel, after all.”
“I guess... really? 26? And has he seen me? I’m just an old bag, why would a young stu... I mean, a young man want to be seen with me?”
“Are you kidding?” Emily said, feigning outrage. “You need to look in a mirror some time. I’ll be blunt, mother... to a man like that, to any young man, you are a MILF. It sounds weird me saying that about my own mother, but, you know, that’s what he actually said. He was very excited to meet you...”
“A MILF? Oh dear, really?” Margaret said, trying to look disgusted but, in fact, feeling rather proud of herself. “He actually said that? MILF?”
“He asked if you were my sister, not my mother, mum,” Emily said, lying but it was good to keep the pretence up.
“Wow, I... guess I’m flattered,” Margaret said, laughing. “You know, I think you’re right, I’m feeling pretty good about myself right now. I think, tomorrow, I’m going to go get a makeover, manicure, pedicure, the works. Get a new outfit that a... MILF might wear and just have some fun. Right?”
“You go, girl!” Emily said, laughing heartily. “I think you’re going to have an amazing time, mum!”
----
“How do I look?” Orla said, fluffing her hair up as they stood outside the main entrance to Michael Tandino’s mansion.
“Does it matter?” Corina chuckled. “You look great, but we’re only here for a first time appointment, you know. You’re not going to do anything today... and even if you did, it’s all, like, discreet anyway.”
“Of course, sorry, I’m just nervous,” Orla said. “This place is amazing, by the way. Like a mansion... but it doesn’t look like a doctor’s office. No signs or anything.”
“Well, it’s not his practice, this is just his specialty so he deals with patients in a more comfortable setting. Puts people at their ease, not so... clinical.”
“Hmm, I guess,” Orla said. Corina didn’t wait around for her to continue questioning the place, knocking loudly on the front door. It was almost immediately opened by the same butler that had met Corina a few days earlier.
“Good afternoon, ladies, the doctor is expecting you. Please, do come in. His consultation room is just on the left there, go right on in.”
As they walked away from the butler, Orla looked at her sister and whispered, “A servant? Doctor’s make way too much money!”
Corina pushed the door to the ‘consultation room’ open and ushered her sister in. It looked bang on the money, exactly how you’d expect such a room to look. There was even a bed with those weird papery sheets covering it in the corner. And there was a skeleton too. He’d thought of everything.
“Mrs Addlebrough?” Tandino said, looking up from some fake medical notes on his desk.
“Yes, that’s me,” Orla said, nervously.
“Come now, no need to be nervous,” Tandino said, rising and beckoning the two women to sit in the chairs provided. “I know you must be feeling strange about this, but please, I’ve helped hundreds, thousands of women have children this way. I like to be modest, but we really do have to boast of a 100 percent success rate with my technique. I’m certain we can leave you satisfied with our methods by the end of the treatment.”
Corina suppressed a giggle, hoping that yes, her sister would indeed be ‘satisfied’.
“Thank you, doctor,” Orla said, kneading her hands together in her lap. “I am nervous, yes. I never considered cheating on my husband, but... if that’s what it takes... may God forgive me.”
“Cheating? No, you’ve got it wrong,” Tandino said, sitting again. “Technically another man’s penis will enter your vagina and inseminate you, but it really is just that. No sex, nothing like that. No romance, just a simple entry, deposit and there you go. Simple as that. You won’t even see the man who is doing it. We make sure to keep it as discreet as possible.”
“That sounds... good, I guess,” Orla said.
“Excellent, so if you’ll just take your clothes off, I can examine you,” Tandino said, matter-of-factly.
“Excuse me?” Orla said. Corina, also, was surprised at this.
“Hmm? Oh, sorry, I just need to examine you externally, see if there’s anything we need to be concerned about? I know from Corina that you’ve had an internal examination and tests, so we know you’re okay, but there might be... well, I won’t bore you with the complicated medical jargon. It is important, though, so... please, if you would?”
Orla looked at Corina, who, playing along, nodded.
“Okay, I... guess so,” she said, standing up. She moved to the bed and started to disrobe gingerly. Eventually, she stood there in her big granny knickers and unflattering bra.
“Everything, please,” Tandino said. “I know it is difficult, but we really need to do this.”
“Okay,” she said, unhooking her bra and stepping out of her underwear. Corina felt her own pussy quiver at the sight of her naked sister, who was trying not to cover up her breasts and groin with her hands.
“Right, so, if you’d lie down on the bed, please?” Tandino said, coming over.
Orla did so. Tandino stood, pretending to examine her for a while. He then gently kneaded each breast, nodding as if content with something, before moving down and gently spreading Orla’s legs. She whimpered as she moved his head closer, closely examining her impressively large, unkempt shock of pubic hair. Finally, he placed a hand on each hip and squeezed slightly before nodding again.
“Fine, you may dress again now, Mrs Addlebrough. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but I’ve learned a lot by doing this.”
In a minute, Orla was dressed and sitting in front of the desk. She looked flustered, but was in control again.
“Okay, so you have magnificent child-bearing hips,” Tandino said. “Your breasts are wonderful, you’ll have no trouble suckling your newborn in the future. However, the pubic hair. Now, I know it’s all natural, but I think, for various reasons, it needs to go. Completely. It’ll help with the whole process from conception to birth. Are you okay with shaving yourself down there? Do you need a nurse to help you?”
“Er, no, I can manage, I just haven’t ... for a long time... well, I was shaved once, but not for a long time,” Orla said, blushing. “I’ll do it if it’ll help.”
“Yes, I think it will,” Tandino said, smiling. Corina couldn’t help smiling too.
“Fine,” Tandino continued, clapping his hands together once. “This is how I foresee your treatment going. We have a range of men who I feel can produce the required results. Corina has helpfully provided us with a picture of your husband so we can try to get a good match. I will ask you know about ... casting the net wider, shall we say, if the initial donors don’t work out. If the men we select based on your husband’s picture can’t, for whatever reason, produce a positive insemination, do we have your consent to try men who don’t look the same?”
“Wouldn’t that be suspicious? The baby might look very different,” Orla said.
“Perhaps, but then again you could also say that he takes after your own father or grandfathers or whatever. It is easily explained,” Tandino said, calmly.
“Hmm, yes, okay, that sounds fine then,” Orla smiled, pleased with that explanation.
“Now, there’s also another potential wrinkle... as you may know, the chance of positive insemination is greatly increased when a woman has an orgasm through penetrative sex.”
“Okay...” Orla said, wondering where this was going.
“Our discreet method is 99 percent sure to work, but very, very occasionally we have to ask for a more... intimate environment. I know it isn’t what you want and we’re certain it won’t be necessary, but if that were to happen, would you be willing to do this to have a child?”
“I... I don’t know,” Orla said. “Can I decide that later? I hope I won’t have to.”
“We do too,” Corina interrupted. “We’d really rather not have to consider that, doctor. My sister’s religious beliefs are very important to her.”
“I understand,” Tandino said. “I’m just saying that it might have to be considered. Anyway, if you’re happy with that, we can proceed with the first potential donor.”
“I think so,” Orla said. “When shall we make an appointment for?”
“Well, the donor is actually on the premises right now, so if you want, we could do it right away.”
Orla looked shocked.
“To.. today? Like, right now?”
“Yes, I thought you’d be happy,” Tandino said, feigning bemusement.
“Oh, I... didn’t... well, I guess I could... what about my bus... my, er, pubic hair?”
“Well, we can see what happens,” Tandino said, standing. “Let me just get everything set up and we can begin, ok?”
The girls were ushered out of the room and sat in the corridor. Neither of them said anything, but Corina did put her hand on her sister’s knee, a comforting gesture. Orla, for her part, put her hand on top of her sister’s to acknowledge this.
“Right, ready!” Tandino said about five minutes later, popping his head round the door. The girls filed back in. The room was dimly lit now and the bed had been wheeled into the middle of the room. A contraption had been rigged up with two heavy black curtains being drawn across the bed.
“Okay, Mrs Addlebrough, if you’d like to disrobe again and hope up on the bed, we can begin.”
Orla did as she was told, getting up on the bed and lying back. The heavy curtains draped over her head, just below her neck, so her entire body below that was invisible to her.
“Corina, if you’d like to come round to make sure nothing untoward happens...” Tandino said. Orla nodded and Corina went round. She took Orla’s hand in hers to make sure she knew she was there, but her expression changed to one of mischief the second she was out of view. Tandino winked at her and she had to suppress a giggle.
“Alright, Orla, they’re bringing the man in now,” Corina said eventually. From a second door to the room that she hadn’t noticed before, the butler came in. He was naked, his flabby, pasty white skin hideous in the low light. His nipples were pierced and a chain ran between them, dangling from which was a large black cock pendant. He had a huge tattoo on his bloated belly, the word CUCKOLD in big, black letters. Corina had to stifle another laugh when she saw his penis. It was erect, but had to be a maximum of three inches long and no thicker than Corina’s thumb. It was the most pathetic thing she’d ever seen and she suddenly felt very sorry for her sister for having to have this... thing touch her.
“Okay, he’s going to mount you now,” Tandino said as the butler got up onto the bed. It was sturdier than she thought, Corina mused. Orla’s legs spread naturally and the butler squirted lubricant onto her bushy vagina. She flinched a little as the cold substance touched her, but she remained resolute. Corina watched the man enter her sister and, to her amazement, it took literally three or four “thrusts” before he ejaculated.
“Okay, it’s all over now, Mrs Addlebrough,” Tandino said as the butler got off Orla and walked back out of the room again.
“Really? I barely felt anything,” a voice came from behind the screen. “Are you sure we’ve finished?”
“Oh yes, quite sure,” Tandino said, mopping up the tiny collection of sperm that had oozed from Orla’s vagina. Corina looked at him and he smiled, shaking his head. She understood - nobody could get pregnant from such a thin load as the butler had delivered.
Things ended and the girls left, Orla looking both confused and excited, wondering how such a minimal effort could produce something inside her and excited at the prospect of it working.
Corina looked at her sister as they drove off and wondered how soon it would be before she got frustrated and went... further with the treatment. She realised she was very much looking forward to that moment.
----
“How do I look?” Margaret said.
“Wow, mum, you look amazing!” Emily said. She really did, too. No exaggeration, no flattery - her mother looked like the knockout MILF she was.
“Thanks, though I suspect you are just flattering your old mum,” Margaret grinned.
“No, I mean it, you look... sexy!”
“Well, I do feel better than normal, I’ll give you that,” Margaret said, turning back to the mirror. “Hmm, maybe even this old trout can brush up nicely on occasion.”
“Mother, please, you need to stop putting yourself down,” Emily said, going to her and putting a hand on her shoulder. “Seriously, any man would kill to have you in his bed... oh, sorry, that sounded wrong, didn’t it?”
It didn’t, but again, she had to play the role.
“I’ll let you off, dear,” Margaret said, too happy with how she looked to care about her ********’s apparent slip.
“Oh, before I forget, you might need this,” Emily said, reaching over to her purse for something. Margaret turned to see what it was and her eyes went wide. It was a condom packet.
“Emily! What on earth...?”
“Come on, mum, we’re both women here, we know what might happen on dates and I know Mali... Mal, he’s a very handsome man. I’m just trying to keep you safe.”
“Hmm,” she murmured, taking the foil packet anyway. “I guess you can’t be too careful, but ... hey, this says “XXXXL”... I didn’t know they made them in this size. Good lord, do men really have... er... well, you know... this big?”
“Cocks?”
“Emily... for... yes, cocks, this size has to be wrong, right?” Margaret blushed, slightly shocked by her ********’s behaviour.
“Well, I guess they must do if they make the condoms this size,” Emily winked, further discomforting her mother. “Anyway, it’s just a precaution. I’m sure you won’t need it.”
Emily watched her mother tuck the silver packet away in her handbag. Malik would refuse to wear it anyway and, Emily was sure, her mother would rather take him bareback. That was just the way it was when faced with big black cocks, after all.
“Time I was going anyway,” Margaret said, obviously nervous.
“It’ll be fine, don’t worry, just have fun. There’s no pressure to do anything other than what you are comfortable with.”
“Yes, of course. Well, the taxi’ll be waiting so... see you later, dear,” Margaret said, taking her ******** in her arms for a quick hug.
“Knock ‘em dead, mummy,” Emily said.
She watched her mother get into the taxi outside, giving her a little wave. What her mother didn’t know was Emily was thrusting four fingers into her pussy, masturbating to the thought of her mother being ravished by Malik.
Her mother returned many hours later to find Emily watching the news, barely conscious. She’d orgasmed so many times thinking about what her mother might be doing, she’d worn herself out. Her mother smiled down at her, tucking her into the blanket she had loosely draped over her before leaving the room, lights and TV off, the light sound of Emily’s contented breathing assuring her she was fully asleep now.
Emily’s room was messy as usual, but Margaret didn’t care. She sat on the bed and didn’t move for a while, the events of the night just past playing over and over in her mind. Emily hadn’t told her Mal was short for Malik and that he would be black, though perhaps she shouldn’t have been surprised. He was charming, athletic, intelligent, funny... and gentle. He hadn’t pushed Margaret at all, whereas she remembered her first date with her former husband. He’d been up in her skirt that first night. It was a different time then, of course, but she remembered having to put up with some behaviour she’d be appalled by now.
Malik was different. He’d let her talk about her ******, about Emily, about how the only thing good about her late husband was the life insurance he’d left her with, easily enough for a comfortable life until the day she died. She’d apologised for talking about him, but he’d assured her it was alright. He even spoke about his own sister, her newborn baby doing so well, looking so cute in pictures he had on his phone.
She’d shown him her ********* and he said he knew where they got their looks. She blushed and said he didn’t mean it. Then he’d taken her hand and said he had meant it. There was a moment, a spark of something and she’d leaned forward to accept his kiss. It was long, deep and sensual. She’d felt herself melt inside at his touch, but he’d pulled away. She’d have done anything he wanted right then, but he didn’t push it. She’d been grateful, but also disappointed.
She sighed, both with an element of sadness and contentment. She’d had fun tonight, for sure. She let herself smile a little before standing and disrobing. She realised when she only had her bra and panties on that she’d left her nightgown in her suitcase, which was in the other room. Not wanting to disturb Emily, she resigned herself to sleeping as she was.
Margaret pushed the corner of her ********’s duvet and gasped at what she saw. Just below the pillow, previously hidden, was a big black dildo. She stood, frozen, eyes locked on the plastic phallus and the tub of lubricant next to it. Unknown to her it was Emily’s smallest dildo, but to Margaret it was like a club. She gingerly reached out to move it, but when her hand made contact, she had to hold it. Just wanted to feel its weight in her palm.
It felt good, even though it was fake and plastic... it felt good to hold it. She felt a twinge in her pussy and a rush of dirty yet not entirely unwelcome thoughts flood through her head. She couldn’t... could she? Turning to look at the bedroom door, she checked whether she was alone. She was.
Taking a deep breath, she put the toy down and unhooked her bra, letting her ample breasts spill out. She realised her nipples were hard and, as she slipped off her underwear, noticed her pussy was wet. Getting into the bed, she spread her legs and put the dildo between them, pointing up at her slippery vagina. God, it was so big...
She opened the lubricant and smeared copious amounts of it on herself and on the plastic cock. This was it, she thought, pressing the large head against her labia. She groaned as the dildo entered her body, feeling waves of relief wash over her as she stretched to accommodate it. She felt like years of tension were flowing out of her as she began to stuff herself with the dildo over and over, enjoying the feel of its plastic balls clubbing against her skin.
She wanted more. Getting on her knees, she sat down on the cock, riding it like she would have done to Malik if he’d asked. As her pleasure rose, she began to moan and say his name. Malik, Malik, Malik, over and over. She collapsed forward, teeth grinding against the pillow, screams muffled as her orgasm overpowered her.
She remained still for a while, the cock still inside her. Slowly, after she’d regained some composure, she began to ride it again, harder this time, more lustfully. She wanted to cum again.
----
Emily watched through the crack in the door as her mother fucked herself with her dildo. The plan had worked brilliantly. The accidental placement of the black dildo and the lube, Malik denying her mother just as he’d denied Corina weeks earlier, sparking that flame of lust that Margaret was now feeling burn inside her. Emily’s hand rubbed furiously at her clit as she watched her beautiful, naked mother cum for a second time on the dildo... and go back again for a third time a minute later. She bit her hand as she came too, sucking her own fluids off her fingers, savouring the taste.
She wished they were her mother’s fluids, but she knew deep down that, if things continued like this, she’d get her wish soon enough...
“Huh? Oh, right, I’ll just get her...” a gruff male voice answered. Corina waited patiently until her sister picked up the receiver.
“Hello?” a timid, familiar voice eventually appeared.
“Orla!” Corina grinned. “It’s Corina! How are you?”
“Oh... hi Corina, um, sorry, I’m kinda busy right now, I...”
A pause, then whispering.
“Look, let me call you back. I’m going out in a bit. I can talk freely then.”
“Um... okay, sure,” Corina said, suddenly worried. “I’ll wait for your call then.”
“Thanks. Bye.” The phone went dead.
Suddenly Corina’s cheerful mood, full of anticipation, was dampened somewhat. Was Orla alright? Was her husband abusing her? Was she in fear for her life? Wild thoughts crossed her mind.
No, she’d met him before. He was a decent man... well, at least he appeared to be. He wasn’t physically imposing and Orla had always seemed the dominant one in the relationship. So... what the hell was it?
Colin popped his head round the door of the kitchen.
“Hey, I just dropped the kids off at Sophia’s place... so, we have the house to ourselves and... well... you know.”
Corina visibly shuddered at the thought of his pale, clammy hands touching her. She was tempted to just say, flat out, that she only fucked black men, but ... no, not yet. She was on film being gang-banged so, if he saw that, fine, she’d have to explain. For now... no, not the right time. Soon, but not quite yet.
“No, I’m waiting on Orla to call me back. I think she’s having problems at home and I’ve got to be here for when she is able to talk.”
“Oh, I... okay, I guess I can just watch the football,” Colin said, dejected.
“And I wouldn’t want to touch your pathetic little dicklet anyway,” Corina thought as he walked out. She heard the TV go on in the lounge, the neanderthal chanting of thousands of people bellowing out from the speakers. Shuddering again, she made sure to close the door tightly. Sitting down again, she was surprised to see her phone buzz. It was Orla, quicker than she’d expected.
“Hi, Corina?” her sister said. “I’m glad you called. Sorry about earlier, just... I had to wait until my husband had gone. I sent him out on an errand so he’ll be out for a while. I deliberately picked something he’d have a lot of trouble finding... oh God, Corina, I’m so fucking unhappy!”
Orla began to weep and Corina, stunned, didn’t know how to respond straight away.
“Look, I... perhaps we should meet up. Somewhere safe, neutral.”
“Yes...” Orla sniffed. “Yeah, I think so. I’ll leave him a note. Where?”
“I know this coffee shop near where I work,” Corina said. “How about there?”
“No... it’s too... public, I... look, can you come to mine? My church... I can talk there, nobody’ll be about now. Please?”
“Of course, I’ll come straight away.”
She left without saying anything to Colin. Orla’s place was about 40 minutes away, but with a bit of careful speeding, she managed to make it in 30. The church was, as Orla had said, completely deserted. The local priest was about somewhere, but otherwise the two women were alone at the back. Corina had forgotten how uncomfortable the pews were, but she resisted the urge to complain and let Orla speak.
“Thanks, sis,” Orla said, hugging her. “I don’t know who else to turn to. I can’t... can’t even speak to my priest, Father Daniels, because... it’s about my husband. I... wow, this is difficult to say.”
“It’s okay,” Corina said, soothing her sister. She held her close while she sobbed, stifling the guilt she felt when her pussy involuntarily spasmed. Damn, she was horny all the fucking time now.
“Tell me what he’s done. Has he hurt you? Did he cheat on you?”
Orla looked up, surprised and confused. “Wha... hurt me? God, in some ways I wish he had. It would at least display some streak of... fuc...”
She slapped her knee, reproaching herself for nearly swearing in her church.
“...some streak of masculinity,” she finished, without the swear.
“What do you mean?” Corina said.
“He... look, I want to have a baby and we’ve tried and tried and tried... but nothing. I thought it must be me, that something inside me wrong. A punishment from God for my wild young days, for what I nearly did with you.” She blushed, though she didn’t notice that Corina didn’t react at all.
“Anyway, the tests all indicated that I was in perfect working order. It was HIM! That... he was firing blanks. They said there was always a chance he could make a baby in me, but it was highly unlikely. Plus his co... member isn’t exactly big, so it’s not even very satisfying just to make love. It’s... oh, I just want a little baby!”
Fresh tears and Corina comforted her sister... though inwardly she couldn’t believe her luck. She looked around this holy place and wondered if there was indeed a God up there. If there was, he’d blessed her with an incredible chance here. She had to grasp it, sew the seed that could bloom into something magnificent.
“What about artificial insemination?” Corina said, stroking her sister’s hair.
“No, no, my husband thinks it is wrong, like playing God,” Orla said. “I think so too. I have to conceive the natural way. Anything else would be... well, wrong.”
“Orla, can I be blunt then?”
Corina took hold of her sister’s shoulders and gently pushed her to arm’s length.
“There’s only one solution that I can see then, if you won’t do it artificially,” Corina said, sternly, trying not to let any of her excitement show.
“What?” Orla said.
“You have...” Corina said, pausing to make it look like she was saying something incredibly difficult. “You have... to have sex with another man.”
Orla’s eyes bulged before she dropped her head into her hands again. Corina let her cry.
“I... I knew you’d say that,” Orla said, finally. “I can’t say it hasn’t occurred to me before, but... there must be another way. I can’t betray him like that. I can’t. I made vows, I can’t just break them for...”
“...for your only shot at a baby?”
Orla didn’t reply at first. Corina could almost physically see her internal struggle, writ large on her face. Finally, her face falling, she nodded, almost imperceptibly.
“You’re right,” she said, softly. “It’s the only way. Oh God...”
“I’ll help you,” Corina said, stroking her back. “I’ll be there with you every step of the way. My work puts in contact with a lot of different businesses and agencies. It just so happens we were working with a doctor who specialises in ... natural insemination techniques. Completely safe, above board. Do you want me to contact him?”
Orla nodded.
“Great, I can text him right away. Don’t worry, soon you’ll have a bouncing baby to look after. You can even let your husband think it is his. Keep it our little secret, everybody’s happy.”
“Okay,” Orla mumbled. “I think that would be best. It won’t hurt him not to know...”
He might be hurt when he sees the baby is black, Corina chuckled to herself.
“Okay, let me just go send him an email on my phone, reception in here isn’t great,” Corina said, pretending to fiddle with her phone. “I’ll be back in a sec.”
Corina went to the far edge of the graveyard outside the church so she wouldn’t be overheard by Orla if she suddenly came outside. She found Vanessa’s number and called.
“Hi Cozza,” Vanessa said. “What’s up?”
“Big news! I’m up with my sister,” Corina started.
“Wow, that was quick! Don’t tell me she’s gone black already?”
“No, no, it’ll take some work... but I’ve got a plan. She desperately wants a baby and her husband is firing blanks. She also refuses artificial insemination. I’ve managed to convince her that having sex with another man is the only way to go. She’d already considered it, so it was an easy sell. Now... we just need to get her with a black guy, but I know she’ll freak if we just throw that at her... so here’s what I think we should do...”
“Go on,” Vanessa said, eagerly.
“We need to get Michael or something to pretend to be a doctor who is a specialist in.. “natural insemination”, I called it. He says he can provide the setting and donors for Orla to be knocked up, but what we need is for him to find the wimpiest, the most pathetic white boys out there, all also incapable of doing the necessary. She won’t know any different, except she’ll get more and more frustrated as we go on. We keep assuring her these studs are potent, but that there’s only one surefire way of getting her knocked up... a big cock that fills her up. She’ll be so worked up that she may well agree... then we say that the only men we have with the requisite size are black.”
“Ooh, I like it...” Vanessa giggled.
“She’s so desperate and I’ll be there to push her... she might just go for it. Make sure it is a real primo lover and she’ll be cumming hard on that black dick... so hard that she’ll tell me about it and I can push her further from there. What do you think?”
“I’ll get right on it,” Vanessa said. “Seriously, I’m going to call Mr Tandino right after you hang up. I’ll text you some details as soon as I can. I’ve got a good feeling about this...”
“So do I!” Corina said, grinning as she hung up. She looked at the church again, still grinning. Oh yes, she had a very good feeling about this.
-----
Mei Ling lay in bed, unable to move. She’d just finished throwing up in the sink of her bathroom and then had collapsed back onto her single bed, feeling nauseous and dizzy. What was wrong with her? Was it that street food she’d eaten the day before? Was it the flu? Was it the exertions of the past few days?
Since her big gang-bang at Bam-Bam’s crib, she’d had very little respite. Forgotten was her work with Corina and Emily, excuses made day after day, and she also hadn’t been to any lectures or seminars. She had tried to turn her mind back to work or study, but every time she did, she lost concentration, mind filled with sexual images and a lust for more black cock. The morning after the gang-bang, she’d woken up to the buzz of her intercom. Groggily, she’d answered it and it had been Bam-Bam.
She was wide awake upon hearing his voice and immediately buzzed him in. She’d not even asked if he was alone and, when she opened her room door, noticed he wasn’t. Five black men followed him into her small room, pushing the door closed, Mei Ling to the bed and their big cocks up into her now-gushingly wet pussy.
At least an hour later, though she had no real idea of the time, the men simply zipped up and left, Mei Ling an exhausted lump on her bed, pussy and ass spewing cum all over her bedspread. She lay there for a long time, drifting in and out of sleep, until hunger finally drove her to make some instant noodles.
As she ate her mediocre repast, she wondered about work. She knew she had to keep up with her studies. Her parents would know if she didn’t. Somehow they always did. So she finished up and got her books out. Driving away the thoughts of sex as best she could, she focused on learning for the first time in days.
After a little while, her phone rang and she answered it, annoyed at being disturbed.
“Hey cunt,” Bam-Bam said. “Hope you enjoyed getting fucked earlier. I’ve got some more niggas here, want some of your sweet Chinese pussy. Open up your door.”
“Please, I need to study. I have lots of sex with you, but please, I must work now,” Mei Ling pleaded, though her body was rebelling against her mind. Her brain said no, her body said fuck me, fuck me, fuck me... over and over.
“Bitch, please, slut like you can’t say no, so open up or we’ll find some other whore to fuck. You know you want it.”
“No, I... oh....” Mei Ling bit her lip and stood, moving swiftly to the buzzer. She slammed her palm down on it.
“That’s better. And just for that... we’re gonna double-team that little fucking pussy.”
Mei Ling watched in silence as her door opened, a stream of black men entering. She counted at least eight, maybe ten.
“Cunt is still naked,” Bam-Bam sneered and Mei Ling realised that, yes, she hadn’t even bothered to dress. “Even after all that fucking, she still wet as shit.”
He moved to her and thrust four fingers into her vagina easily, her body unable to control its seemingly insatiable lust for black cock.
“We need to stretch this shit out more, boys,” he said. One of the other men walked to her bed and tossed all her study materials on the floor.
“Get this shit out of the way,” he said, hurling her folders and papers onto the ground, before lying back, his cock sticking up 11 inches into the air. Bam-Bam pushed Mei Ling towards the man and she responded, straddling him and sinking his entire length into her twat in one go.
“Yeah, take that shit,” Bam-Bam said, slapping Mei Ling’s ass as she began to bounce up and down on the man’s length. She looked over her shoulder, eyes already becoming glazed with lust. Another man was kneeling behind her and she got ready for his massive rod to penetrate her ass. Instead, she felt his swollen cock head press against her already full vaginal opening.
“Oh no! You can’t...” she squealed, realising they were going to stick two enormous black cocks up her pussy at once.
“We fucking can and you’re gonna love it!” Bam-Bam said. “Get some more lube on that shit, son.”
There was none to hand so Mei Ling watched, held down by the brute beneath her’s powerful arms, as the men picked up her shampoo, conditioner, all sorts of liquid products and began to squirt them all over her pussy and the cock ready to enter her. It was an obscene, sticky mess in seconds, but it did the trick - the second cock ploughed up into her body easily. She screamed, but a huge, rough hand clamped down over her mouth as she did so.
More than 22 inches of thick cock were stretching her previously tight pussy beyond what she could have imagined its limits were, but they were both right up to the balls in her now. She struggled, but they were too strong. They began to pound her almost instantly, not letting her settle and she came almost instantly, an immensely powerful orgasm that rocked her to the core.
It seemed like every one of the men shared her with another man that day, her pussy stretched out grotesquely as each set of men entered her. There was no respite and she found she didn’t want any. It was everything she craved now - orgasms, huge black cocks and relentless, mind-blowing sex. She forgot her studies, forgot her job, forgot everything except the insane positions they bent her into, two cocks smashing into her cervix for hour after hour, cum blast after cum blast filling her womb.
When she woke the next day, she literally couldn’t walk, having to crawl to the bathroom. As she got there, she started to throw up into the bowl. She collapsed on the floor, crying as her body rebelled. She heaved everything up until she felt well enough to crawl back to her bed, her body aching, sore and ready for yet more sleep. She wanted to work, but she couldn’t move.
Her phone rang again. Bam-Bam once more. She didn’t answer. She couldn’t answer. There was no way she could go through all that again...
... a few minutes later she had twelve inches of cock buried up her ass, a mere four black men waiting their turn to pump her guts full of cum. She was truly insatiable, a lost cause devoted to one thing - black men.
So when she was lying there, her belly feeling like it was turning upside down, she realised what it was. It wasn’t the food she’d managed to get down her the night before, a rare sojourn beyond her four walls. It wasn’t the flu or anything like that. It was a very different kind of condition, one that both brought her great horror and satisfaction all at once.
----
“So how’s it going with the plan?” Corina said, sipping her coffee. She, Vanessa and Emily were in their usual places at the coffee shop again.
“What plan is this?” Emily said. Corina proceeded to fill Emily in on the situation with Orla.
“Wow, you’ve really thought this through,” the young girl chuckled. “I was going to say, actually, I need a stud for my mother!”
The older girls looked at her.
“Just for a date. I’ve managed to convince her that she needs to go out on a date. It’s been too long since she had one. I didn’t tell her that her date would be black, of course, but I did kind of hint that Mr Tandino was my boyfriend... so maybe we could try to find a nice, unthreatening date for my mother. Handsome, charming... hey, how about Malik? He seemed to work with you, Corina.”
“He did, yes,” Corina laughed. “That’s a good idea, you think he’ll be suitable, V?”
“Hmm, yes, I think so. I’ll get on that too, but first, your plan, Corina,” Vanessa said. “So I spoke to Michael, Mr Tandino, about this after you called and he likes the idea. It should be easy to do and has volunteered to be the ‘doctor’ himself. Additionally, some of the women we already have involved in Project Blackout will be more than willing to lend their own cucks to the cause.”
“Fantastic,” Corina said. “I wish there was a way to speed this all along, but we need to play it safe. If this works, it could be a way of tempting in other women too. Orla’s like a guinea pig for the idea.”
“Indeed, Michael’s thoughts precisely,” Vanessa nodded. “We need to play along with the idea of this being real, so we can’t rush it. Why would her sister be trying to push her to have sex with more men, bigger men and so on? It doesn’t make sense - at least, not to Orla, it wouldn’t. So you have to be calm, caring... but discreetly pushing her on at every step. That wild streak you talked about, it’s still there, she needs something to break her emotional chains.”
“Okay, so this is what I’m going to say...” Corina said, leaning forward.
----
“Really? Already? Wow, that was quick,” Orla said, her heart fluttering slightly.
“I know, I just really wanted to help you and, surprisingly, he’s got a free slot tomorrow. He sees patients at his home,” Corina said, reading out the address. “Do you want me to come along with you, give you some moral support?”
“Yes, that would be wonderful,” Orla said. “I can’t believe I’m doing this... it still seems weird. Natural insemination? I’ve never heard of a doctor doing stuff like that. It seems ... unethical, somehow...”
“But think about, sis,” Corina said. “Lots of women must be in your position and not everyone can either afford or wants to do things artificially. It makes sense... right? It’s how God intended us to be bred... I mean, to experience the joy of creation, after all.”
“Yes, I guess you’re right,” Orla sighed. “Okay, I’ll see you there tomorrow. I hope I’m doing the right thing...”
“Just think about the end result, the beautiful baby you’ll be cradling in your arms,” Corina said.
“Yes,” Orla said. “Yes! Of course, I will. Thanks sis, I love you.”
“Love you too,” Corina said, hanging up.
----
“Hi mother,” Emily said as the video chat opened up. “I’ve made that date for you!”
“God, Emily,” Margaret said, blushing even at her age. “First thing you say to me is that?”
“I know, I know,” Emily laughed. “It’s just important stuff, right? Anyway, his name is Mal and he’s 26 and...”
“Wait... 26?” Margaret said, shocked. “I’m nearly 20 years older than him! I could be his mother!”
“Well, you’re not and come on, you’ve got to get with the times,” Emily tutted. “Age isn’t the barrier it used to be. You’re as young as you feel, after all.”
“I guess... really? 26? And has he seen me? I’m just an old bag, why would a young stu... I mean, a young man want to be seen with me?”
“Are you kidding?” Emily said, feigning outrage. “You need to look in a mirror some time. I’ll be blunt, mother... to a man like that, to any young man, you are a MILF. It sounds weird me saying that about my own mother, but, you know, that’s what he actually said. He was very excited to meet you...”
“A MILF? Oh dear, really?” Margaret said, trying to look disgusted but, in fact, feeling rather proud of herself. “He actually said that? MILF?”
“He asked if you were my sister, not my mother, mum,” Emily said, lying but it was good to keep the pretence up.
“Wow, I... guess I’m flattered,” Margaret said, laughing. “You know, I think you’re right, I’m feeling pretty good about myself right now. I think, tomorrow, I’m going to go get a makeover, manicure, pedicure, the works. Get a new outfit that a... MILF might wear and just have some fun. Right?”
“You go, girl!” Emily said, laughing heartily. “I think you’re going to have an amazing time, mum!”
----
“How do I look?” Orla said, fluffing her hair up as they stood outside the main entrance to Michael Tandino’s mansion.
“Does it matter?” Corina chuckled. “You look great, but we’re only here for a first time appointment, you know. You’re not going to do anything today... and even if you did, it’s all, like, discreet anyway.”
“Of course, sorry, I’m just nervous,” Orla said. “This place is amazing, by the way. Like a mansion... but it doesn’t look like a doctor’s office. No signs or anything.”
“Well, it’s not his practice, this is just his specialty so he deals with patients in a more comfortable setting. Puts people at their ease, not so... clinical.”
“Hmm, I guess,” Orla said. Corina didn’t wait around for her to continue questioning the place, knocking loudly on the front door. It was almost immediately opened by the same butler that had met Corina a few days earlier.
“Good afternoon, ladies, the doctor is expecting you. Please, do come in. His consultation room is just on the left there, go right on in.”
As they walked away from the butler, Orla looked at her sister and whispered, “A servant? Doctor’s make way too much money!”
Corina pushed the door to the ‘consultation room’ open and ushered her sister in. It looked bang on the money, exactly how you’d expect such a room to look. There was even a bed with those weird papery sheets covering it in the corner. And there was a skeleton too. He’d thought of everything.
“Mrs Addlebrough?” Tandino said, looking up from some fake medical notes on his desk.
“Yes, that’s me,” Orla said, nervously.
“Come now, no need to be nervous,” Tandino said, rising and beckoning the two women to sit in the chairs provided. “I know you must be feeling strange about this, but please, I’ve helped hundreds, thousands of women have children this way. I like to be modest, but we really do have to boast of a 100 percent success rate with my technique. I’m certain we can leave you satisfied with our methods by the end of the treatment.”
Corina suppressed a giggle, hoping that yes, her sister would indeed be ‘satisfied’.
“Thank you, doctor,” Orla said, kneading her hands together in her lap. “I am nervous, yes. I never considered cheating on my husband, but... if that’s what it takes... may God forgive me.”
“Cheating? No, you’ve got it wrong,” Tandino said, sitting again. “Technically another man’s penis will enter your vagina and inseminate you, but it really is just that. No sex, nothing like that. No romance, just a simple entry, deposit and there you go. Simple as that. You won’t even see the man who is doing it. We make sure to keep it as discreet as possible.”
“That sounds... good, I guess,” Orla said.
“Excellent, so if you’ll just take your clothes off, I can examine you,” Tandino said, matter-of-factly.
“Excuse me?” Orla said. Corina, also, was surprised at this.
“Hmm? Oh, sorry, I just need to examine you externally, see if there’s anything we need to be concerned about? I know from Corina that you’ve had an internal examination and tests, so we know you’re okay, but there might be... well, I won’t bore you with the complicated medical jargon. It is important, though, so... please, if you would?”
Orla looked at Corina, who, playing along, nodded.
“Okay, I... guess so,” she said, standing up. She moved to the bed and started to disrobe gingerly. Eventually, she stood there in her big granny knickers and unflattering bra.
“Everything, please,” Tandino said. “I know it is difficult, but we really need to do this.”
“Okay,” she said, unhooking her bra and stepping out of her underwear. Corina felt her own pussy quiver at the sight of her naked sister, who was trying not to cover up her breasts and groin with her hands.
“Right, so, if you’d lie down on the bed, please?” Tandino said, coming over.
Orla did so. Tandino stood, pretending to examine her for a while. He then gently kneaded each breast, nodding as if content with something, before moving down and gently spreading Orla’s legs. She whimpered as she moved his head closer, closely examining her impressively large, unkempt shock of pubic hair. Finally, he placed a hand on each hip and squeezed slightly before nodding again.
“Fine, you may dress again now, Mrs Addlebrough. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but I’ve learned a lot by doing this.”
In a minute, Orla was dressed and sitting in front of the desk. She looked flustered, but was in control again.
“Okay, so you have magnificent child-bearing hips,” Tandino said. “Your breasts are wonderful, you’ll have no trouble suckling your newborn in the future. However, the pubic hair. Now, I know it’s all natural, but I think, for various reasons, it needs to go. Completely. It’ll help with the whole process from conception to birth. Are you okay with shaving yourself down there? Do you need a nurse to help you?”
“Er, no, I can manage, I just haven’t ... for a long time... well, I was shaved once, but not for a long time,” Orla said, blushing. “I’ll do it if it’ll help.”
“Yes, I think it will,” Tandino said, smiling. Corina couldn’t help smiling too.
“Fine,” Tandino continued, clapping his hands together once. “This is how I foresee your treatment going. We have a range of men who I feel can produce the required results. Corina has helpfully provided us with a picture of your husband so we can try to get a good match. I will ask you know about ... casting the net wider, shall we say, if the initial donors don’t work out. If the men we select based on your husband’s picture can’t, for whatever reason, produce a positive insemination, do we have your consent to try men who don’t look the same?”
“Wouldn’t that be suspicious? The baby might look very different,” Orla said.
“Perhaps, but then again you could also say that he takes after your own father or grandfathers or whatever. It is easily explained,” Tandino said, calmly.
“Hmm, yes, okay, that sounds fine then,” Orla smiled, pleased with that explanation.
“Now, there’s also another potential wrinkle... as you may know, the chance of positive insemination is greatly increased when a woman has an orgasm through penetrative sex.”
“Okay...” Orla said, wondering where this was going.
“Our discreet method is 99 percent sure to work, but very, very occasionally we have to ask for a more... intimate environment. I know it isn’t what you want and we’re certain it won’t be necessary, but if that were to happen, would you be willing to do this to have a child?”
“I... I don’t know,” Orla said. “Can I decide that later? I hope I won’t have to.”
“We do too,” Corina interrupted. “We’d really rather not have to consider that, doctor. My sister’s religious beliefs are very important to her.”
“I understand,” Tandino said. “I’m just saying that it might have to be considered. Anyway, if you’re happy with that, we can proceed with the first potential donor.”
“I think so,” Orla said. “When shall we make an appointment for?”
“Well, the donor is actually on the premises right now, so if you want, we could do it right away.”
Orla looked shocked.
“To.. today? Like, right now?”
“Yes, I thought you’d be happy,” Tandino said, feigning bemusement.
“Oh, I... didn’t... well, I guess I could... what about my bus... my, er, pubic hair?”
“Well, we can see what happens,” Tandino said, standing. “Let me just get everything set up and we can begin, ok?”
The girls were ushered out of the room and sat in the corridor. Neither of them said anything, but Corina did put her hand on her sister’s knee, a comforting gesture. Orla, for her part, put her hand on top of her sister’s to acknowledge this.
“Right, ready!” Tandino said about five minutes later, popping his head round the door. The girls filed back in. The room was dimly lit now and the bed had been wheeled into the middle of the room. A contraption had been rigged up with two heavy black curtains being drawn across the bed.
“Okay, Mrs Addlebrough, if you’d like to disrobe again and hope up on the bed, we can begin.”
Orla did as she was told, getting up on the bed and lying back. The heavy curtains draped over her head, just below her neck, so her entire body below that was invisible to her.
“Corina, if you’d like to come round to make sure nothing untoward happens...” Tandino said. Orla nodded and Corina went round. She took Orla’s hand in hers to make sure she knew she was there, but her expression changed to one of mischief the second she was out of view. Tandino winked at her and she had to suppress a giggle.
“Alright, Orla, they’re bringing the man in now,” Corina said eventually. From a second door to the room that she hadn’t noticed before, the butler came in. He was naked, his flabby, pasty white skin hideous in the low light. His nipples were pierced and a chain ran between them, dangling from which was a large black cock pendant. He had a huge tattoo on his bloated belly, the word CUCKOLD in big, black letters. Corina had to stifle another laugh when she saw his penis. It was erect, but had to be a maximum of three inches long and no thicker than Corina’s thumb. It was the most pathetic thing she’d ever seen and she suddenly felt very sorry for her sister for having to have this... thing touch her.
“Okay, he’s going to mount you now,” Tandino said as the butler got up onto the bed. It was sturdier than she thought, Corina mused. Orla’s legs spread naturally and the butler squirted lubricant onto her bushy vagina. She flinched a little as the cold substance touched her, but she remained resolute. Corina watched the man enter her sister and, to her amazement, it took literally three or four “thrusts” before he ejaculated.
“Okay, it’s all over now, Mrs Addlebrough,” Tandino said as the butler got off Orla and walked back out of the room again.
“Really? I barely felt anything,” a voice came from behind the screen. “Are you sure we’ve finished?”
“Oh yes, quite sure,” Tandino said, mopping up the tiny collection of sperm that had oozed from Orla’s vagina. Corina looked at him and he smiled, shaking his head. She understood - nobody could get pregnant from such a thin load as the butler had delivered.
Things ended and the girls left, Orla looking both confused and excited, wondering how such a minimal effort could produce something inside her and excited at the prospect of it working.
Corina looked at her sister as they drove off and wondered how soon it would be before she got frustrated and went... further with the treatment. She realised she was very much looking forward to that moment.
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“How do I look?” Margaret said.
“Wow, mum, you look amazing!” Emily said. She really did, too. No exaggeration, no flattery - her mother looked like the knockout MILF she was.
“Thanks, though I suspect you are just flattering your old mum,” Margaret grinned.
“No, I mean it, you look... sexy!”
“Well, I do feel better than normal, I’ll give you that,” Margaret said, turning back to the mirror. “Hmm, maybe even this old trout can brush up nicely on occasion.”
“Mother, please, you need to stop putting yourself down,” Emily said, going to her and putting a hand on her shoulder. “Seriously, any man would kill to have you in his bed... oh, sorry, that sounded wrong, didn’t it?”
It didn’t, but again, she had to play the role.
“I’ll let you off, dear,” Margaret said, too happy with how she looked to care about her ********’s apparent slip.
“Oh, before I forget, you might need this,” Emily said, reaching over to her purse for something. Margaret turned to see what it was and her eyes went wide. It was a condom packet.
“Emily! What on earth...?”
“Come on, mum, we’re both women here, we know what might happen on dates and I know Mali... Mal, he’s a very handsome man. I’m just trying to keep you safe.”
“Hmm,” she murmured, taking the foil packet anyway. “I guess you can’t be too careful, but ... hey, this says “XXXXL”... I didn’t know they made them in this size. Good lord, do men really have... er... well, you know... this big?”
“Cocks?”
“Emily... for... yes, cocks, this size has to be wrong, right?” Margaret blushed, slightly shocked by her ********’s behaviour.
“Well, I guess they must do if they make the condoms this size,” Emily winked, further discomforting her mother. “Anyway, it’s just a precaution. I’m sure you won’t need it.”
Emily watched her mother tuck the silver packet away in her handbag. Malik would refuse to wear it anyway and, Emily was sure, her mother would rather take him bareback. That was just the way it was when faced with big black cocks, after all.
“Time I was going anyway,” Margaret said, obviously nervous.
“It’ll be fine, don’t worry, just have fun. There’s no pressure to do anything other than what you are comfortable with.”
“Yes, of course. Well, the taxi’ll be waiting so... see you later, dear,” Margaret said, taking her ******** in her arms for a quick hug.
“Knock ‘em dead, mummy,” Emily said.
She watched her mother get into the taxi outside, giving her a little wave. What her mother didn’t know was Emily was thrusting four fingers into her pussy, masturbating to the thought of her mother being ravished by Malik.
Her mother returned many hours later to find Emily watching the news, barely conscious. She’d orgasmed so many times thinking about what her mother might be doing, she’d worn herself out. Her mother smiled down at her, tucking her into the blanket she had loosely draped over her before leaving the room, lights and TV off, the light sound of Emily’s contented breathing assuring her she was fully asleep now.
Emily’s room was messy as usual, but Margaret didn’t care. She sat on the bed and didn’t move for a while, the events of the night just past playing over and over in her mind. Emily hadn’t told her Mal was short for Malik and that he would be black, though perhaps she shouldn’t have been surprised. He was charming, athletic, intelligent, funny... and gentle. He hadn’t pushed Margaret at all, whereas she remembered her first date with her former husband. He’d been up in her skirt that first night. It was a different time then, of course, but she remembered having to put up with some behaviour she’d be appalled by now.
Malik was different. He’d let her talk about her ******, about Emily, about how the only thing good about her late husband was the life insurance he’d left her with, easily enough for a comfortable life until the day she died. She’d apologised for talking about him, but he’d assured her it was alright. He even spoke about his own sister, her newborn baby doing so well, looking so cute in pictures he had on his phone.
She’d shown him her ********* and he said he knew where they got their looks. She blushed and said he didn’t mean it. Then he’d taken her hand and said he had meant it. There was a moment, a spark of something and she’d leaned forward to accept his kiss. It was long, deep and sensual. She’d felt herself melt inside at his touch, but he’d pulled away. She’d have done anything he wanted right then, but he didn’t push it. She’d been grateful, but also disappointed.
She sighed, both with an element of sadness and contentment. She’d had fun tonight, for sure. She let herself smile a little before standing and disrobing. She realised when she only had her bra and panties on that she’d left her nightgown in her suitcase, which was in the other room. Not wanting to disturb Emily, she resigned herself to sleeping as she was.
Margaret pushed the corner of her ********’s duvet and gasped at what she saw. Just below the pillow, previously hidden, was a big black dildo. She stood, frozen, eyes locked on the plastic phallus and the tub of lubricant next to it. Unknown to her it was Emily’s smallest dildo, but to Margaret it was like a club. She gingerly reached out to move it, but when her hand made contact, she had to hold it. Just wanted to feel its weight in her palm.
It felt good, even though it was fake and plastic... it felt good to hold it. She felt a twinge in her pussy and a rush of dirty yet not entirely unwelcome thoughts flood through her head. She couldn’t... could she? Turning to look at the bedroom door, she checked whether she was alone. She was.
Taking a deep breath, she put the toy down and unhooked her bra, letting her ample breasts spill out. She realised her nipples were hard and, as she slipped off her underwear, noticed her pussy was wet. Getting into the bed, she spread her legs and put the dildo between them, pointing up at her slippery vagina. God, it was so big...
She opened the lubricant and smeared copious amounts of it on herself and on the plastic cock. This was it, she thought, pressing the large head against her labia. She groaned as the dildo entered her body, feeling waves of relief wash over her as she stretched to accommodate it. She felt like years of tension were flowing out of her as she began to stuff herself with the dildo over and over, enjoying the feel of its plastic balls clubbing against her skin.
She wanted more. Getting on her knees, she sat down on the cock, riding it like she would have done to Malik if he’d asked. As her pleasure rose, she began to moan and say his name. Malik, Malik, Malik, over and over. She collapsed forward, teeth grinding against the pillow, screams muffled as her orgasm overpowered her.
She remained still for a while, the cock still inside her. Slowly, after she’d regained some composure, she began to ride it again, harder this time, more lustfully. She wanted to cum again.
----
Emily watched through the crack in the door as her mother fucked herself with her dildo. The plan had worked brilliantly. The accidental placement of the black dildo and the lube, Malik denying her mother just as he’d denied Corina weeks earlier, sparking that flame of lust that Margaret was now feeling burn inside her. Emily’s hand rubbed furiously at her clit as she watched her beautiful, naked mother cum for a second time on the dildo... and go back again for a third time a minute later. She bit her hand as she came too, sucking her own fluids off her fingers, savouring the taste.
She wished they were her mother’s fluids, but she knew deep down that, if things continued like this, she’d get her wish soon enough...
