“He said it was a guarantee,” Orla said, grumpily. “He said it was a certainty I’d be pregnant by now, but... no, nothing. Week after week I go back, sit on that bloody bed and let... I don’t even know what’s going inside me... but nothing.”
“I know, Dr Tandino is perplexed too,” Corina said. “I took the liberty of talking to him myself, but he says he’s running out of donors.”
Orla looked disconsolate. “I guess I’m just never going to have a baby then.”
Corina could see her sister gripping her crucifix hard, her knuckles white as she tried to control her emotions. Now was the time.
“Well... actually...” Corina said quietly. Orla looked up, her grip loosening slightly. “He did say ... well, he said he was running out of a specific kind of donor. He has lots on his books, just he’s not got many... er... I’m not sure how to put this...”
“Go on,” Orla said, the look in her eyes slightly frantic. “Please, what did he say?”
“Erm... well, he said he had some more donors, just they... Okay, they’re not caucasian.”
“You mean... they’re black?”
“Yes... that’s he said.”
Orla sat back in her chair with a thump. “Oh my God...”
“Unfortunately, he says there is very little choice left if you want to proceed...”
“I see... but... I could explain a white baby, even a darker skinned baby, like a light Hispanic or something... but a black baby? How the fu... how the FUCK am I meant to explain that?”
Corina was slightly worried. Had the plan backfired? Would Orla now pull away, resigned to her fate? She needed to push harder now or risk losing this chance forever.
“You could... you could say it was a mix-up at the sperm bank,” Corina blurted out. “Yes, there was a mislabeling or something like that. I know your husband frowns on artificial insemination, but I think he’d be happy to have a baby that way if the alternative was not having one at all, right? I mean, you’d have a baby, it would be yours, it doesn’t matter where the sperm comes from, right?”
Orla opened her mouth to respond, but closed it again immediately. Damnit, her sister was right, but still...
“I need to think about this, please,” Orla said. “It’s a much bigger decision than I thought it would be. I’ll have to lie to my husband’s face if I decide to go ahead. I know you love me and mean well and... well, it’s just I’m not sure I can do that. Maybe the old Orla could, but I’m a good person now, not... what I used to be.”
“It won’t change who you are,” Corina lied. “You just want a baby and this could be the only way. Maybe there are other methods, maybe you’ll get lucky... but time’s ticking away. At some point, your body will be too old to conceive - and you’ll look back at this opportunity and wonder what might have been... don’t throw away this chance to be as happy as I am!”
The hidden meaning of that last statement gave Corina goosebumps of excitement.
“I... let me sleep on it,” Orla mumbled. “I’ll decide tomorrow. I promise.”
“Okay,” Corina said, patting her sister’s hand. “Do you want to sleep over tonight? The girls will be delighted to see you, I think. And you can tell me your decision straight away tomorrow morning.”
“I... okay, I will, thanks,” Orla said. “Let me just tell my husband...”
----
Orla lay down in the guest bedroom, uncomfortable. Having not intended to stay, she had no nightwear and had therefore had to borrow one of Corina’s nightgowns. It was silk and, although the feel of it on her skin was nice, she disliked its sensuous nature. At least, that’s what she was telling herself. Her body didn’t seem to be getting the message. Having denied her more rebellious side for so long, the discussion of earlier, coupled with the cool material brushing against her nipples, had aroused somewhat. She lay there, nipples hardening, nothing but this silly nightgown and her granny knickers to protect her honour.
What honour, though, she wondered? She was seriously considering letting a black man fertilise her, give her the baby she so desperately wanted. It was grotesque, against everything she apparently believed in... so she was disgusted with herself for finding the idea so erotic. She knew the myths about black men from her days as a wild girl in her teens and early 20s, though she’d never been with one. She’d seen one at a house party, where she’d watched in awe as her friend Agneta had given this local tough a blowjob, barely able to swallow the copious sperm load he’d deposited in her mouth. And the cock itself had been... magnificent. She’d never seen one like it, before or since, and she found herself licking her lips at the thought of it, even now.
She balled her hands into fists in frustration, willing the heinous images out of her mind, but she couldn’t. She’d seen Agneta take the man’s cock in her hand and lead him into a bedroom, Orla wondering quite how that petite little blonde would ever fit that... monster dick into her tiny body. Apparently she had as the screams of pleasure could be heard even over the pounding music. She’d never forget that moment, but she’d never managed to ‘have a go’ herself.
But it was just a myth anyway, she knew that. While that cock had been impressive, she refused to believe that black men all had weapons like that between their legs. Her husband and all the white men she’d been with had been so much smaller, weaker, less potent than that one man had seemed.
Potent. That was the thing. She couldn’t believe that taking such a thick, rich load in her womb would leave her empty. How could she not conceive when such a thing was pushing deep inside her, depositing more semen than all the donors and her husband put together. It really was the only way, wasn’t it?
Wasn’t it?
She didn’t want to, her religious side screaming out that it was wrong, she should accept her barren womb as a fact... but she couldn’t. If this was her last chance, she’d grab it with both hands.
She slept fitfully, trying to quell her excitement, stifle the butterflies and ignore the wetness between her legs, that sinful betrayal of her deepest, darkest desires that she refused to acknowledge.
----
Mei Ling sat at her desk, Corina and Emily working quietly away on their own terminals. She looked at her two friends and her mouth opened slowly, but no words came out. She’d forced herself to come to work finally, her friends showing concern and even Rose, her ‘boss’, worried for her. She smiled and thanked them, saying she was fine, but she wasn’t. Not really.
She realised she had one hand flat on her belly. She was in serious trouble and she didn’t know what to do.
“Emily? Corina? Can I... talk to you? Please?”
Both women looked up, expressions of concern on their faces. They really were good people, Mei Ling thought. They would help her, she knew.
“Of course, shall we get some coffee?”
“No, can we... go somewhere more private?”
“Of ... course,” Corina said, eyebrow raised.
The older woman lead the three girls into a meeting room and closed the door.
“Nobody can hear us?” Mei Ling said.
“No, we’re fine,” Emily said.
“Okay... oh dear, I... don’t know how to say this,” Mei Ling said, lip quivering. Before she could continue, she burst into tears, head in hands, body wracked by sobs.
“Oh my...” Corina said, reaching to hug her friend. Both girls enveloped Mei Ling in their arms, letting her get the crying out of her system.
“Thankyou,” she said eventually, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. “I just... it’s... I think I’m pregnant!”
The other two girls just gawped at her.
“Who... who’s the father?” Emily said.
“I have no idea!” Mei Ling said, eyes tearing up again. “I’ve had sex with so many men, I could never tell. Bam-Bam and his friends, they just use me like a sex toy... and I can’t stop, I love it, they’re so big, so amazing, I can’t say no. And now, I have their baby inside me! I don’t know what to do!”
“Do you want to keep the baby?” Corina said, softly.
“I... yes, I do, I do, I love it already, but... I don’t know how, I’m not ready. How do I tell my parents that I’ve been with other men? They’re so strict... and then when it is black they’ll go crazy! Older Chinese people, they don’t often like black people. They’re not used to seeing them and they believe the silly things that they hear in the past. They will kill me, I think, or just cut me off.”
Mei Ling was crying again.
“And my studies! I can’t concentrate, every time I want to do some work Bam-Bam calls me and I can’t say no. I just let him in or go over to his crib and they fuck me for hours... I can’t get enough, I’m addicted. They even stuck two in my pussy, I never felt anything so good before...”
Corina and Emily couldn’t help but glance at each other at the mention of the two cocks in the pussy.
“Perhaps you need to stop seeing them... they need to...” Emily said, faltering. She couldn’t lie to herself. If she had the opportunity to have black men gang-fuck her almost on demand, she’d take it instantly. She couldn’t think of much that was more arousing that a group of hung studs pounding her holes full of cum. She knew Corina was inclined to agree.
“I think you should talk to Vanessa and to Mr Tandino,” Corina said, soothing her friend. “I think they can help you out. Trust me, go see Vanessa today and she’ll help you. Just say Corina sent you and it’s to do with Project Blackout, okay?”
“Project Blackout?” Mei Ling said, puzzled.
“It’s... a long story, she’ll fill you in, I’m sure,” Corina smiled. “Everything’s going to be okay... and I think we can sort everything out so you can continue with your studies and still get fucked the way you deserve to be fucked.”
Mei Ling smiled for the first time. “Corina, thank you, I will do this. Can you excuse me to Rose, I... yes, I will go now.”
“I didn’t expect that!” Emily said as they got back to their desk.
“No, though we shouldn’t really be surprised,” Corina replied. “I mean, it’s only a matter of time, I guess, until both of us get knocked up. It’s inevitable, the amount of sex we both have now.”
“I guess,” Emily said, tapping her teeth with the end of her pen. “I hadn’t really put much thought into it, but yeah, I definitely want a black baby at some point. Hell... I want more than one.”
Corina smiled. “I don’t know what my husband or ********* would say if I started to ... grow, you know....”
“You know you can always move in with me,” Emily said, earnestly. “I... I know I’ve said it before, but if you ever need to, please, I’d love it if I could spend more time with you.”
“I know, it may well come to that in the future, but let’s see,” Corina said. “I think we’ve both got enough on our plates with our ******, don’t you think?”
----
Orla stood in front of the full-length mirror, razor in hand. She looked at her bush of pubic hair and sighed. She’d resisted the urge to shave herself up until now, despite the urging of Corina and Dr Tandino, but the lack of success made her wonder. He’d said it would be beneficial, but she couldn’t see how. Still, she was desperate now and tomorrow she’d be back in his surgery with a ... black man. She shuddered, though not with revulsion. She hated to admit it wasn’t an unappealing idea to lie with a black man. Trying to repress her old wild side was something she’d got good at over the years, but now, with her biological clock ticking away, she was giving in.
She spent a long time doing it, but finally she dropped the razor into the sink and applied some moisturising lotion to her groin. She hadn’t seen her genital area shaved for many, many years. Just looking at it triggered many memories, of past boyfriends, of wild nights with her girlfriends, of... no, stop. She wasn’t that woman anymore. She told herself this over and over as she dressed, but she couldn’t quite shake this nagging doubt, this little thread of excitement over how her newly bald pussy was going to be filled up with a black stranger’s penis the next day. She shuddered again... and this time it was definitely not from revulsion.
----
“Hi Emily!” Margaret said as her ******** opened the flat door.
“Mum! I... didn’t expect to see you so soon...” Emily lied, knowing full well why she was here. “Why... I mean... come in, come in, let me get you a cup of tea.”
“Ooh, I wouldn’t say no to that,” Margaret said happily, shucking off her coat and hanging it on a hook as her ******** scurried off to prepare the drink.
“How do you want it?” Emily’s voice came from the kitchen area.
“Black and strong!” Margaret said before realising how that sounded. “Er... I mean...”
“Don’t worry, mother,” Emily said, a wicked glint in her eye. “I like mine black and strong too.”
“Emily! That’s... you’re going to make your old mum blush with talk like that!”
“Oh come on,” Emily chuckled. “Old? Give me a break. If we went out together, people would say we were sisters!”
“Oh, I don’t know... really?”
Flattery always worked on her, Emily mused.
“Yes, really. In fact, I’m thinking a certain dark-skinned gentleman is the reason you are back with me so soon...”
“Well, maybe... yes, okay, you got me. I’ve been speaking with him online and ... we’re going on another date ... um, he’s actually going to cook me dinner at his flat.”
Indeed he is, Emily thought, smiling. I wonder if sausage will be on the menu...
“That’s great! I’m so happy, I think you two will be very happy together.”
“Emily, this is only a date, I don’t know what you expect to happen...” Margaret said, flustered.
“I can think of a few things,” Emily grinned, stopping her mother’s response before she could get it out. “But I also think, you know, that you looked so happy last time after the first date. It’s good for you to get out, meet new people, meet new men and... well, okay, I’m going to be blunt here, mother... have sex again.”
“Emily!” Margaret said, blushing furiously. Her own ******** being so brazen. “I’m your mother, you can’t... I mean... it’s not...”
Plant the seed...
“Oh, mother, it’s not the old days anymore. People are much more open about sex... I mean, I even heard about this ******, they liked to watch each other have sex with strangers.”
“What? Seriously? So the husband would watch his wife... er... you know...”
“Yeah, he apparently loved to do it,” Emily said, pushing on while she could. “It wasn’t just the parents. The mother taught her ********* about sex, like, practically... as in, she would have sex in front of them with a man and then the man would have sex with the two girls right afterwards!”
“Oh my God!” Margaret blanched. “That’s horrible!”
“Yeah, I guess,” Emily said. “I read that the mother would let the men... it was often more than one guy with them at once... finish inside them and then... actually, I’m not sure I can talk about that!”
“Why did the father allow this?” Margaret said.
“He apparently had a very small penis,” Emily said. “Like, 5 inches or so. The men the girls and his wife were with were double that at least.”
“Oh my...” Margaret said, blushing even harder.” 10 inches? That can’t be true, it’s just an urban myth, obviously. No man has that big a ... thingy.”
“Penis,” Emily said, “and yes, they really do. I can understand why you wouldn’t think so, it’s not something white guys like to admit to, but black men are very regularly packing that sort of equipment. See, the men with the ****** were all black...”
“No, I can’t... that’s not possible. It’s not physically... it wouldn’t fit inside... no, I don’t believe it.”
“Well, my boyfriend has a penis that size,” Emily said, letting that sink in as her mother’s eyes bulged, “...and I bet you that Malik does. Why don’t you ask him to show you tonight? I bet he won’t say no...”
“Emily!” Margaret shouted. “You can’t talk to your mother like that...”
Emily shrugged and went out to get some biscuits, smiling to herself when she couldn’t be seen. That last demonstration was feeble at best. She knew her mother was turned on. Obviously she was already excited by meeting Malik again, but the surprise of the dirty talk and the black cock size debate had had the required effect. Looking over her shoulder, she could see her mother standing motionless, one hand on her chest still. Oh yes, she knew precisely what she was thinking about and, in a few hours time, Emily was certain her mother would be underneath Malik, taking her first black cock.
----
“You sure you want to go through with this?” Corina said, holding her sister’s hand tightly. Orla looked at the door of Dr Tandino’s office and nodded slowly.
“I’ve got to,” she said quietly. “If I don’t... and I never get pregnant... I couldn’t live with myself. I have to have a baby...”
“Okay, I’m with you the whole time,” Corina said, kissing her sister on the cheek. Orla smiled weakly and took a deep breath. In they went.
----
“That was... delicious,” Margaret said, dabbing at her lips with her serviette. “I’ve never met a man who could cook like that before!”
“My pleasure,” Malik said, clearing the table while she sat there, sipping her wine. Better not drink too much, she thought, or she could end up making some... unwise decisions!
“Do you want to come into the lounge now, Margaret?” Malik said. “Let me pour you some more wine and we can get comfortable.”
“Okay,” she said, smoothing her dress down. She followed Malik in and sat down on the plush sofa, him doing the same at the other end. For some reason, she felt disappointed he wasn’t closer. She liked it when he came near her, the aura of masculinity he exuded made her feel ... good, alive even.
“I ... thankyou for the meal, Malik,” she said, breaking the silence. He just looked at her, fixing her with his gaze.
“Um... the wine is nice too...” she said, nervously gulping down more of the red liquid than she should really have done.
“Let me top you up,” he said, leaning over to refill her glass before she could say no. There was that closeness as he leaned towards her, her hand shaking slightly as he poured. When he sat back, he was indeed closer to her. Not close enough for her liking though...
“Thanks,” she said, sipping more. It was going to her head, she thought. Her heart was beating faster, she could feel her cheeks going red... oh, she wanted this man. Wanted him right there and then, however he wanted it. She’d spread herself and take him, all of him, into her. She wasn’t so ***** she didn’t know what she was doing - on the contrary, it was precisely what she had wanted for weeks now.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I just remembered,” Malik said, though his expression never changed. “I’ve got to be somewhere... so if you want, I can drop you home now.”
Her face fell. No, he couldn’t... not now! She was ready, willing... she couldn’t let this moment pass.
“No!” she squawked, embarrassingly. “I mean... why? I thought we were having fun... er, having a good time, I meant.”
“Of course, it has been delightful to spend more time with you, Margaret,” Malik said. “I just, you know, have to go do... a thing...”
“Please,” she said, desperately. “I don’t... I don’t want you to go. I don’t want to go. I ... “
“You ... ?”
“I want to stay here. With you.”
“Whatever do you mean, Margaret?” Malik said, playing the innocent.
“I... I...” she spluttered, unable to get the words out. She felt this ... thing inside her, holding her back. An inhibition, a conservative nature that for so long had stopped her from... well, living her life. It was time to move on, she realised. Time to change, to become a new woman... and part of that was to let herself live, sexually.
“I want you to... I want you to FUCK me!”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Malik said, grinning as he moved over swiftly and kissed Margaret passionately, the older woman melting into his arms. She groaned as he held her close and she felt it against her, a growing mass in his pants against her leg. God, was it true? Had Emily been right all along? Was the myth actually a reality? She had to find out.
----
“Hello, Orla,” Dr Tandino said, less formal than usual. “I hope you’re feeling well today. Everything’s ready for you, but let’s just go over a few things as today is a little different to normal.”
Orla sat, Corina next to her.
“Now, the method we’ve tried previously has, for whatever reason, not worked. I firmly believe that today will be different, that you will walk out of this room with a baby in your belly.”
“I hope so, I really do,” Orla nodded.
“Good, we’re on the same page. Now... I want to be 110 percent certain so I’m going to suggest some changes to the normal procedure. I’m going to put your legs in some stirrups and spread you a bit wider than normal, try to change the angle of your body to aid conception. This will allow the donor to get deeper than normal.”
“Okay, that sounds fine,” Orla said.
“Also, and I believe I mentioned this the first time I saw you, anecdotal evidence supports the theory that a female orgasm can improve the chances of conception, so I suggest we do as much as we can to allow this to happen.”
Orla looked down at her feet for a second.
“I... I’ve never managed to have an orgasm during sex,” she whispered. “I’m not sure I can.”
“I think you can do anything you want to do,” Corina said. “I’ve got faith in you.”
“Corina is right, there’s no reason you can’t from what I know,” Tandino said. “And I think there could be a non-female reason here, as in the men you have been with just haven’t been capable of stimulating you in the right ways.”
“I guess...”
“I think that today we can do this, right? We’ve got to be positive.”
“I guess...”
“So what we’re going to do is get rid of the screen. We’re going to allow you to see the man who will father your children. I know, I know...”
Tandino held a hand up to silence Orla’s protest.
“... that you said you didn’t want to, but there’s little intimacy in a faceless penis... that didn’t come out right, but you know what I mean... entering you without being seen. Lovemaking is the way to go and, I think, you can have some enjoyment here and still get what you want. At the end of the day, surely the ends justify the means?”
Orla hadn’t considered this, but she was here, she had to go through with this, whatever the cost. She nodded her asset.
“Excellent. So, if you want to disrobe and get onto the bed, we can begin. I think, for today, we’ll have you nude to help that intimacy factor, okay?”
Orla gulped, but nodded again. In for a penny...
She stripped and got up onto the table. Tandino took each leg and place it in a stirrup, but Orla wasn’t happy.
“Ow, they’re... ow! It’s pinching my skin... I can’t.... OW!”
Tandino swiftly removed her from the stirrups and she got off the bed.
“No, I’m not using them, it’s ... and the bed too, it’s just very uncomfortable. I can’t be intimate in this situation, I’m sorry.”
She felt tears coming, but Corina soothed her.
“It’s okay, we can think of something else. Is there someplace else she can go? Like... a bedroom or something? Somewhere more comfortable?”
Tandino tapped his lips with one finger, thinking.
“I guess we could use my bed, if you want,” he said. Orla looked mortified, but yet again gave her assent. She had to do this, she thought. It would all be worth it in the end.
Tandino led Orla, clutching her clothes but still essentially nude, through the house, up the large stairway and onto the first floor. In the group went to a grandiose master bedroom. It was opulent to say the least, a big four-poster bed the centrepiece.
“There you go,” Tandino said, indicating the bed. “I’ll just go get the donor.” Orla sat on the bed, gingerly touching the soft silk sheets.
“This place is... like out of a storybook. It’s amazing!”
“Couldn’t really be much better a setting for you to do this,” Corina said, looking around the room still. “Other than with your husband, but beggars can’t be choosers.”
“Mmm,” Orla mumbled. “You’ll still stay, right? I can’t do this without you to help me.”
“I’ll stay,” Corina smiled. The whole stirrups thing had been her idea, deliberately too tight to get Orla out of the room and into a proper bed. It was nearly time and Corina was horny as hell. She just hoped Orla didn’t baulk at the big black cock she was about to see.
A knock on the door and Corina moved away instinctively, leaving Orla alone on the bed. The door opened and a black man Corina had never seen before entered the room, wearing a long, oversized robe. He was very tall, about 6 foot 9 or so, dwarfing Orla who had always been a little thing, only just over 5 foot. She gulped as the man said nothing, just moved over to her, standing a couple of feet away.
She watched as the man undid the loose tie on his robe’s belt, the garment falling open. Corina smiled involuntarily as her sister got an eyeful of the big black cock that was revealed within.
“Oh fuck!” was all Orla said as her eyes were fixed on the 11 inch cock sprouting from between the man’s legs.
The man just stood there, enormous phallus pointing right at Orla’s open mouth.
“That... can’t be real,” she finally said. “I... holy fuck, I can’t believe the size of that...”
“Are you going to lie back now?” Corina said.
“Wha...? Oh, this is too big, it’ll never fit... it makes my husband’s look like a baby’s. I... you think it’ll go in?”
“It’s what we’re all here for, right?” Corina said. “Lie back and relax, let him do his job.”
Orla looked back at the huge cock and wondered about how it would feel inside her. All those memories of her friend disappearing, the sounds of pleasure emanating from that room... it could be her. She could live that dream, that fantasy she’d been carrying around for so long. All she had to do was lie back and let him, as Corina had said, do his job.
“No, this is... all wrong,” she said, though she didn’t say it with any conviction. “It’s... not right.”
“Why? It’ll be your baby, Orla! Your lovely, beautiful bouncing baby boy or girl, born from you, created inside you... you just have to do what God intended... it’s only natural...”
“I... oh God...” Orla said, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the phallus. She just wanted to touch it. It wouldn’t do any harm to just touch it, right? It’s not cheating if you just touch it...
It was so warm in her hand and so thick. She gripped it tightly and felt it spasm slightly. It felt good, she had to admit.
“Stroke it,” Corina said, though her voice sounded far away. To Orla, it was increasingly feeling like the room was filled with just her and this wonderful cock in her hand. She did stroke it, wondering at how big it was. It couldn’t possibly fit inside her... could it?
She felt her pussy twinge, as if her body was answering that question, demanding her to push on, to try it out. She wanted to, she realised. Just a little taste...
Her mouth wrapped greedily round the head, savouring a surprisingly large dollop of pre-cum as her tongue caressed the opening. It tasted better than she’d remembered... or maybe this was just how a real man tasted? One with a proper cock instead of some tiny dicklet that she’d always just assumed was the normal size?
Her mind was awhirl. She’d always been so frustrated with her lack of climax during sex, just assuming it was her own fault somehow... but had it been? She was starting to wonder. A lifetime of unfulfilling sex with men... and yet, when she’d been with girls, it has been wonderful. Could it be wonderful with this man?
With some reluctance, she took the head out of her mouth, before - now unable to resist - lavishing the whole shaft with her enthusiastic tongue. The balls nuzzled her face and it would have been rude not to pay just as much attention to them, so she did. That masculine aroma drove her wild and she realised she was stroking the shaft vigorously while lapping at his scrotum.
Pulling away suddenly, she gave in to her desires.
“I’m ready,” she said, lying back on the soft bed. He merely nodded as she spread her legs, her pussy so wet, wetter than it had been for many, many years.
Corina watched her sister open herself up to this stranger, knowing that in seconds her goal to turn Orla into a black cock slut would be complete - or, at least, on the way to being so. It would unlock her sister’s inner slut and, she knew deep down, it wouldn’t be long before the veneer of faithful, religious Orla would break down and she’d be on her knees, begging men she’d never met before to use her as their cum dump.
The man was rubbing the head of his cock on Orla’s pussy now, teasing her wickedly. She groaned, desperate to get it started, an increasingly small part of her shouting out in her mind that this was wrong. Damn it, it felt too good already to be wrong, didn’t it?
Corina watched as the man finally pushed himself into her sister, the head sinking surprisingly easily into her absolutely drenched cunt. Orla’s gasp sent shivers down Corina’s spine, reminding her of her own first time, how extraordinary it felt to have such an amazing object slid up into one’s body. She couldn’t resist it any longer, sliding her own conservative skirt down over her hips, revealing her naked pussy, unfettered by underwear as was the norm these days... and beginning to masturbate to the sight of her sister taking a big black dick.
Orla’s eyes were closed as she felt the man push his enormous meat inside her. It was so huge, preposterously big, but it was inside her. A bit of it, anyway. The head was in and, slowly, the man began to inch himself down into her slippery hole. She bit her lip as she felt her pussy stretch open to let this welcome invade inside.
“Oh fuck,” she mouthed as the cock sunk halfway in. This was the most she’d ever taken. No previous lover had ever opened her up this way and she knew there was still about 6 inches to go. A flash of guilt across her thoughts was dispelled quickly as more cock entered her body, the spongy flesh of her cunt wrapping around it as untouched parts of her were violated for the first time. How much more could she take? The answer was easy, she realised - as much as she wanted. She felt his head nuzzle her cervix and squealed, knowing his balls were not yet touching her skin.
Onwards he pressed, squeezing the last couple of inches inside until she finally felt that sweet touch of his skin on hers, his balls pressing against her as every single centimetre of black cock was throbbing inside her.
“Pound that fucking cunt,” Corina said, snapping Orla’s eyes open. She looked up to see her sister standing next to the bed. She was half-naked, rubbing her glistening, bald pussy furiously. Orla’s conservative side rebelled, an internal voice screaming at her to stop, it had all gone too far, what the hell was going on? ... but unlike all the other the times, she wouldn’t listen. It had gone too far, way too far to back out and as she felt the man pull out to the tip and then thrust powerfully back into her, she knew everything in her life was about to change. She looked up at her sister as the man thrust slowly into her body... and grinned.
Corina returned the smile and got onto the bed, moving to her sister as the man picked up the pace, placing her lips on Orla’s as her sister began to cum on the man’s enormous cock. Her sister’s screams were muffled by the passionate kiss they shared, years of repressed feelings contained in that orgasmic, primal bellow. Corina broke the kiss and held her sister’s gorgeous face between her hands, watching her face contort with pleasure as the man ruthlessly fucked her cunt.
“Oh Orla, you’ve never looked so beautiful as you do now,” she said, tears of joy streaming down her face.
“Unnnngh... I’ve.... been... wanting to.... Fu... fuuhh.... FUCKKK!!!!!!” Orla yelled as a second orgasm exploded inside her. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Black... cocks! For ...hnnnnngh... years! I... oh holy FUCKING SHIT! It’s so good, I never... nnnnnnngggh... thought... it could be like this!”
“This is just the beginning!” Corina said, stroking her sister’s face before kissing her again, slipping her tongue into her mouth.
----
Margaret almost jumped off the bed as she took Malik’s cock out of his pants. It was like nothing she’d ever seen before, so thick and long and... absolutely stunningly beautiful to her.
“I...”
“Speechless?” Malik grinned. Margaret just nodded, eyes glued to the enormous penis in front of her. Everything about it was just perfection, she thought. It was mesmerising.
“You want to touch it?”
She gulped and nodded again, but didn’t move.
“Go on, it won’t bite,” Malik said and she jumped slightly as the cock twitched slightly.
“Oh my...” she said, reaching her hand out. Her fingers brushed against it nervously. Malik took the initiative, taking her hand in his. Her eyes finally shifted, looking directly into his as he gently placed her hand on his shaft. It was throbbing as she held it, hot and stiff in her palm.
“I bet you were a wild girl when you were younger, right?” Malik said.
“No, I wasn’t,” Margaret said, bashfully. “This is probably the wildest thing I’ve ever done!”
“Oh, I find that difficult to believe,” Malik said. “A woman as sexy as you, come on, I bet you had men and women after you all the time.”
“What? No. I’ve only ever slept with one man, my husband,” Margaret said, her hand still on Malik’s cock.
“Stroke it,” he said, suddenly. Margaret gulped and slid her hand up and down the stiff pole. He grinned. “Yeah, I bet you got a lot of action.”
“No, I promise, I didn’t,” she said, trying to relax, still stroking his cock.
“That’s a damn shame,” Malik said. “You’ve never fooled around with anyone? Never been with a girl? Shit, that’s...”
“A girl? Oh no, that’s just...” Sick? She didn’t say it. She wanted to, but she didn’t. “I’ve never been with any other man.”
“Well, I’m going to change that tonight, Margaret. It’s just you and me and I think it’s about time you had some fun.”
Margaret merely gulped again, still stroking.
“Let me see you,” he said. “Take it all off.”
Reluctantly, she took her hand off his member and stood. Slowly, not erotically as she was too nervous to do anything sexy like a striptease, she took her clothes off. She got cold feet, though not literally, as she got down to her bra and knickers.
“Are you sure? I’m not young, I... don’t think you want to see me like this.”
Malik shook his head and stood, cock still stiff as iron. He moved close and she bit her lip as she felt it press against her belly. Silently, he reached around and unhooked her bra, towering over her as he threw it aside. She moved to cover her breasts, but he grabbed her wrists forcefully, shaking his head again.
She whimpered as those two big hands covered her breasts for her, kneading and groping them, her nipples hard as bullets against his palms. He pressed closer, his cock now between his flat abdomen and her skin. It was so long, almost reaching up to her chin. God, what a cock it was, she thought.
“Now the pussy,” he said, letting go of her breasts. To her surprise, he knelt down and hooked fingers in the waistband of her underwear. She gave a squawk of surprise as he ripped the flimsy material off her. Using his strong hands, he gently parted her thighs and moved his head into position. Her eyes rolled back as he began to kiss and tongue her most intimate area, the first time anyone had ever done this for her. Her hands rested on his head as he pleasured her, gently pressing him closer.
“Oh wow,” she moaned as his tongue did its magic, sparking intense sensations inside her. Without thinking she began to move her hips, grinding her pussy into his face. Malik responded by working his clit faster, Margaret gasping and feeling her orgasm edge closer and closer. Just as she was about to go over the edge, he pulled away violently, Margaret sinking to her knees in frustration.
“Aaaahhh, why? Fuck, why?” she said, her body screaming for release. She tried to move her hands down to her groin but he grabbed her wrists, pulling her to unsteady feet once again.
“You aren’t going to cum until I say you can,” Malik growled. “You can only cum with my dick up in your white cunt, understood?”
Margaret looked shocked, but for some reason his assertiveness excited her... and she really, really wanted to climax. She nodded.
“Good. Get on your fucking knees.”
She did as she was told, presenting herself to him. She could see his reflection in the blank TV screen as he got behind her.
“I’m going to fuck you like nobody has before, slut,” he said, slapping her bare ass with his massive cock. She shivered at the abusive term, but she couldn’t deny her excitement again.
“Tell me what you are and I’ll fuck you,” he said.
“I... what?” Margaret said confused. A big hand hit her rump hard, eliciting a squeal.
“What are you?” he repeated.
“I ... I don’t know what... aaahhh!” Another slap. Suddenly she realised.
“I’m a slut,” she said, quietly.
“Louder!”
“I’m a slut!” she shouted.
“Louder, cunt. Let the world know what you are!”
“I’m a ... I’m a fucking slut!”
“What for?”
“I’m a fucking slut for your black cock!”
“No, you’re a fucking slut for ANY black cock. Say it!”
“I’m a fucking slut for any black cock!” she laughed, enjoying this twisted game more than she thought she would. It wasn’t serious, just a bit of fun, this domination game... or, at least, that’s what she thought.
“Damn right,” he said and shoved his cock into her sopping wet pussy, half of it going inside in one thrust. She screamed, but it wasn’t in pain. Another thrust and, unbelievably, every inch had been buried in her vagina, over 10 inches of thick cock stuffed into her body. She screamed again as the head nudged her cervix and she came violently, her whole body wracked with pleasure.
As she came, her eyes rolling back in her head, he grabbed her hair, pulling her head up as she gasped for breath.
“You love that dick, don’t you?”
Margaret, deep in the throes of her most incredible orgasm ever, was too out of it to answer.
“Yeah, you fucking slut, you love that shit,” Malik said as he began to pound her hard. She screamed again as he fucked her ruthlessly, driving his cock to the balls into her willing hole. He tilted her head to one side and planted his lips on hers, kissing passionately, the act only making her even more excited, even more turned on. This was so different to her previous sexual encounters with her husband, it was like chalk and cheese. That had been one-sided love-making, a shrivelled worm squirting into her while she lay there, unresponsive.
This was different. This was primal, animalistic... fucking. She was getting fucked like a cheap whore, her pussy spasming around the brutal invader and she loved it. As she came for a second time, even more intense than the first, she began to yell out, her mind lost to anything but her lust.
“Oh fuck yes! Fuck me! So fucking good, so fucking good! I’m a fucking slut for black cock!”
The rest of her cries were guttural, incomprehensible as the orgasm blew her mind, everything in her body focused on the incredible pleasure she was experiencing. He roared as he blasted her womb with his own sperm, depositing jet after jet of hot, sticky semen inside her body...
...just as the anonymous man was doing to Orla. Her face was a picture of joy as she felt him explode inside her, the moment she’d been waiting for finally here. He’d been fucking her for almost an hour and she’d climaxed multiple times. It was easily the best sex she’d ever had and, despite it ostensibly being only about the insemination, she had almost forgotten that, lost in her own lustful mindset. He wasn’t even wilting as he finally pulled out, his thick rod still at full mast, despite having just ejaculated. He looked down at an exhausted Orla lying prone on her back, vagina leaking sperm. She didn’t mind, enough had been spent inside her to do the job. Without a word, he left the room, leaving Orla with Corina alone.
“How do you feel?” Corina grinned down at her.
“Fucked,” Orla sighed contentedly. There was silence for a while, Corina gently stroking her sister’s hair as cum continued to ooze out of Orla’s well-fucked pussy.
“Corina,” she said finally. “Have I done the right thing?”
Corina lay down next to her sister on the soft bed, holding her close, one leg resting on Orla’s.
“Of course,” she said, softly, resting her head on her older sister’s chest. “I know you’re going to be thinking about this, but I think you’ve taken the most important step in your whole life.”
“What’s that?”
“You’re going to have a baby,” Corina said, “but most importantly, you’ve just had sex with a black man... and honey, there’s no going back now.”
Margaret and Orla lay in their respective beds, looking up at the ceiling. Both had taken an enormous step towards a life they were only barely understanding. They had little idea of the adventures that awaited them, both were scared and excited in equal measure about the possibilities. Neither could deny the pleasure they had experienced and neither could would take back what they had done. Wheels had been set in motion and neither realised that they were powerless to resist the coming changes to their lives.
Both women had done things they never thought they would do and, in the cold light of day, they might have said, when asked, that the sex had been a one-off, it wouldn’t happen again. They might even think they meant it. It was only logical - Orla had what she wanted, most likely, a baby growing inside her. Margaret had had her fling, her little bit of excitement in her dreary life.
They wouldn’t do it again, they had commitments and vows. It didn’t make sense...
...and their bodies, ultimately, would betray them.
“I know, Dr Tandino is perplexed too,” Corina said. “I took the liberty of talking to him myself, but he says he’s running out of donors.”
Orla looked disconsolate. “I guess I’m just never going to have a baby then.”
Corina could see her sister gripping her crucifix hard, her knuckles white as she tried to control her emotions. Now was the time.
“Well... actually...” Corina said quietly. Orla looked up, her grip loosening slightly. “He did say ... well, he said he was running out of a specific kind of donor. He has lots on his books, just he’s not got many... er... I’m not sure how to put this...”
“Go on,” Orla said, the look in her eyes slightly frantic. “Please, what did he say?”
“Erm... well, he said he had some more donors, just they... Okay, they’re not caucasian.”
“You mean... they’re black?”
“Yes... that’s he said.”
Orla sat back in her chair with a thump. “Oh my God...”
“Unfortunately, he says there is very little choice left if you want to proceed...”
“I see... but... I could explain a white baby, even a darker skinned baby, like a light Hispanic or something... but a black baby? How the fu... how the FUCK am I meant to explain that?”
Corina was slightly worried. Had the plan backfired? Would Orla now pull away, resigned to her fate? She needed to push harder now or risk losing this chance forever.
“You could... you could say it was a mix-up at the sperm bank,” Corina blurted out. “Yes, there was a mislabeling or something like that. I know your husband frowns on artificial insemination, but I think he’d be happy to have a baby that way if the alternative was not having one at all, right? I mean, you’d have a baby, it would be yours, it doesn’t matter where the sperm comes from, right?”
Orla opened her mouth to respond, but closed it again immediately. Damnit, her sister was right, but still...
“I need to think about this, please,” Orla said. “It’s a much bigger decision than I thought it would be. I’ll have to lie to my husband’s face if I decide to go ahead. I know you love me and mean well and... well, it’s just I’m not sure I can do that. Maybe the old Orla could, but I’m a good person now, not... what I used to be.”
“It won’t change who you are,” Corina lied. “You just want a baby and this could be the only way. Maybe there are other methods, maybe you’ll get lucky... but time’s ticking away. At some point, your body will be too old to conceive - and you’ll look back at this opportunity and wonder what might have been... don’t throw away this chance to be as happy as I am!”
The hidden meaning of that last statement gave Corina goosebumps of excitement.
“I... let me sleep on it,” Orla mumbled. “I’ll decide tomorrow. I promise.”
“Okay,” Corina said, patting her sister’s hand. “Do you want to sleep over tonight? The girls will be delighted to see you, I think. And you can tell me your decision straight away tomorrow morning.”
“I... okay, I will, thanks,” Orla said. “Let me just tell my husband...”
----
Orla lay down in the guest bedroom, uncomfortable. Having not intended to stay, she had no nightwear and had therefore had to borrow one of Corina’s nightgowns. It was silk and, although the feel of it on her skin was nice, she disliked its sensuous nature. At least, that’s what she was telling herself. Her body didn’t seem to be getting the message. Having denied her more rebellious side for so long, the discussion of earlier, coupled with the cool material brushing against her nipples, had aroused somewhat. She lay there, nipples hardening, nothing but this silly nightgown and her granny knickers to protect her honour.
What honour, though, she wondered? She was seriously considering letting a black man fertilise her, give her the baby she so desperately wanted. It was grotesque, against everything she apparently believed in... so she was disgusted with herself for finding the idea so erotic. She knew the myths about black men from her days as a wild girl in her teens and early 20s, though she’d never been with one. She’d seen one at a house party, where she’d watched in awe as her friend Agneta had given this local tough a blowjob, barely able to swallow the copious sperm load he’d deposited in her mouth. And the cock itself had been... magnificent. She’d never seen one like it, before or since, and she found herself licking her lips at the thought of it, even now.
She balled her hands into fists in frustration, willing the heinous images out of her mind, but she couldn’t. She’d seen Agneta take the man’s cock in her hand and lead him into a bedroom, Orla wondering quite how that petite little blonde would ever fit that... monster dick into her tiny body. Apparently she had as the screams of pleasure could be heard even over the pounding music. She’d never forget that moment, but she’d never managed to ‘have a go’ herself.
But it was just a myth anyway, she knew that. While that cock had been impressive, she refused to believe that black men all had weapons like that between their legs. Her husband and all the white men she’d been with had been so much smaller, weaker, less potent than that one man had seemed.
Potent. That was the thing. She couldn’t believe that taking such a thick, rich load in her womb would leave her empty. How could she not conceive when such a thing was pushing deep inside her, depositing more semen than all the donors and her husband put together. It really was the only way, wasn’t it?
Wasn’t it?
She didn’t want to, her religious side screaming out that it was wrong, she should accept her barren womb as a fact... but she couldn’t. If this was her last chance, she’d grab it with both hands.
She slept fitfully, trying to quell her excitement, stifle the butterflies and ignore the wetness between her legs, that sinful betrayal of her deepest, darkest desires that she refused to acknowledge.
----
Mei Ling sat at her desk, Corina and Emily working quietly away on their own terminals. She looked at her two friends and her mouth opened slowly, but no words came out. She’d forced herself to come to work finally, her friends showing concern and even Rose, her ‘boss’, worried for her. She smiled and thanked them, saying she was fine, but she wasn’t. Not really.
She realised she had one hand flat on her belly. She was in serious trouble and she didn’t know what to do.
“Emily? Corina? Can I... talk to you? Please?”
Both women looked up, expressions of concern on their faces. They really were good people, Mei Ling thought. They would help her, she knew.
“Of course, shall we get some coffee?”
“No, can we... go somewhere more private?”
“Of ... course,” Corina said, eyebrow raised.
The older woman lead the three girls into a meeting room and closed the door.
“Nobody can hear us?” Mei Ling said.
“No, we’re fine,” Emily said.
“Okay... oh dear, I... don’t know how to say this,” Mei Ling said, lip quivering. Before she could continue, she burst into tears, head in hands, body wracked by sobs.
“Oh my...” Corina said, reaching to hug her friend. Both girls enveloped Mei Ling in their arms, letting her get the crying out of her system.
“Thankyou,” she said eventually, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. “I just... it’s... I think I’m pregnant!”
The other two girls just gawped at her.
“Who... who’s the father?” Emily said.
“I have no idea!” Mei Ling said, eyes tearing up again. “I’ve had sex with so many men, I could never tell. Bam-Bam and his friends, they just use me like a sex toy... and I can’t stop, I love it, they’re so big, so amazing, I can’t say no. And now, I have their baby inside me! I don’t know what to do!”
“Do you want to keep the baby?” Corina said, softly.
“I... yes, I do, I do, I love it already, but... I don’t know how, I’m not ready. How do I tell my parents that I’ve been with other men? They’re so strict... and then when it is black they’ll go crazy! Older Chinese people, they don’t often like black people. They’re not used to seeing them and they believe the silly things that they hear in the past. They will kill me, I think, or just cut me off.”
Mei Ling was crying again.
“And my studies! I can’t concentrate, every time I want to do some work Bam-Bam calls me and I can’t say no. I just let him in or go over to his crib and they fuck me for hours... I can’t get enough, I’m addicted. They even stuck two in my pussy, I never felt anything so good before...”
Corina and Emily couldn’t help but glance at each other at the mention of the two cocks in the pussy.
“Perhaps you need to stop seeing them... they need to...” Emily said, faltering. She couldn’t lie to herself. If she had the opportunity to have black men gang-fuck her almost on demand, she’d take it instantly. She couldn’t think of much that was more arousing that a group of hung studs pounding her holes full of cum. She knew Corina was inclined to agree.
“I think you should talk to Vanessa and to Mr Tandino,” Corina said, soothing her friend. “I think they can help you out. Trust me, go see Vanessa today and she’ll help you. Just say Corina sent you and it’s to do with Project Blackout, okay?”
“Project Blackout?” Mei Ling said, puzzled.
“It’s... a long story, she’ll fill you in, I’m sure,” Corina smiled. “Everything’s going to be okay... and I think we can sort everything out so you can continue with your studies and still get fucked the way you deserve to be fucked.”
Mei Ling smiled for the first time. “Corina, thank you, I will do this. Can you excuse me to Rose, I... yes, I will go now.”
“I didn’t expect that!” Emily said as they got back to their desk.
“No, though we shouldn’t really be surprised,” Corina replied. “I mean, it’s only a matter of time, I guess, until both of us get knocked up. It’s inevitable, the amount of sex we both have now.”
“I guess,” Emily said, tapping her teeth with the end of her pen. “I hadn’t really put much thought into it, but yeah, I definitely want a black baby at some point. Hell... I want more than one.”
Corina smiled. “I don’t know what my husband or ********* would say if I started to ... grow, you know....”
“You know you can always move in with me,” Emily said, earnestly. “I... I know I’ve said it before, but if you ever need to, please, I’d love it if I could spend more time with you.”
“I know, it may well come to that in the future, but let’s see,” Corina said. “I think we’ve both got enough on our plates with our ******, don’t you think?”
----
Orla stood in front of the full-length mirror, razor in hand. She looked at her bush of pubic hair and sighed. She’d resisted the urge to shave herself up until now, despite the urging of Corina and Dr Tandino, but the lack of success made her wonder. He’d said it would be beneficial, but she couldn’t see how. Still, she was desperate now and tomorrow she’d be back in his surgery with a ... black man. She shuddered, though not with revulsion. She hated to admit it wasn’t an unappealing idea to lie with a black man. Trying to repress her old wild side was something she’d got good at over the years, but now, with her biological clock ticking away, she was giving in.
She spent a long time doing it, but finally she dropped the razor into the sink and applied some moisturising lotion to her groin. She hadn’t seen her genital area shaved for many, many years. Just looking at it triggered many memories, of past boyfriends, of wild nights with her girlfriends, of... no, stop. She wasn’t that woman anymore. She told herself this over and over as she dressed, but she couldn’t quite shake this nagging doubt, this little thread of excitement over how her newly bald pussy was going to be filled up with a black stranger’s penis the next day. She shuddered again... and this time it was definitely not from revulsion.
----
“Hi Emily!” Margaret said as her ******** opened the flat door.
“Mum! I... didn’t expect to see you so soon...” Emily lied, knowing full well why she was here. “Why... I mean... come in, come in, let me get you a cup of tea.”
“Ooh, I wouldn’t say no to that,” Margaret said happily, shucking off her coat and hanging it on a hook as her ******** scurried off to prepare the drink.
“How do you want it?” Emily’s voice came from the kitchen area.
“Black and strong!” Margaret said before realising how that sounded. “Er... I mean...”
“Don’t worry, mother,” Emily said, a wicked glint in her eye. “I like mine black and strong too.”
“Emily! That’s... you’re going to make your old mum blush with talk like that!”
“Oh come on,” Emily chuckled. “Old? Give me a break. If we went out together, people would say we were sisters!”
“Oh, I don’t know... really?”
Flattery always worked on her, Emily mused.
“Yes, really. In fact, I’m thinking a certain dark-skinned gentleman is the reason you are back with me so soon...”
“Well, maybe... yes, okay, you got me. I’ve been speaking with him online and ... we’re going on another date ... um, he’s actually going to cook me dinner at his flat.”
Indeed he is, Emily thought, smiling. I wonder if sausage will be on the menu...
“That’s great! I’m so happy, I think you two will be very happy together.”
“Emily, this is only a date, I don’t know what you expect to happen...” Margaret said, flustered.
“I can think of a few things,” Emily grinned, stopping her mother’s response before she could get it out. “But I also think, you know, that you looked so happy last time after the first date. It’s good for you to get out, meet new people, meet new men and... well, okay, I’m going to be blunt here, mother... have sex again.”
“Emily!” Margaret said, blushing furiously. Her own ******** being so brazen. “I’m your mother, you can’t... I mean... it’s not...”
Plant the seed...
“Oh, mother, it’s not the old days anymore. People are much more open about sex... I mean, I even heard about this ******, they liked to watch each other have sex with strangers.”
“What? Seriously? So the husband would watch his wife... er... you know...”
“Yeah, he apparently loved to do it,” Emily said, pushing on while she could. “It wasn’t just the parents. The mother taught her ********* about sex, like, practically... as in, she would have sex in front of them with a man and then the man would have sex with the two girls right afterwards!”
“Oh my God!” Margaret blanched. “That’s horrible!”
“Yeah, I guess,” Emily said. “I read that the mother would let the men... it was often more than one guy with them at once... finish inside them and then... actually, I’m not sure I can talk about that!”
“Why did the father allow this?” Margaret said.
“He apparently had a very small penis,” Emily said. “Like, 5 inches or so. The men the girls and his wife were with were double that at least.”
“Oh my...” Margaret said, blushing even harder.” 10 inches? That can’t be true, it’s just an urban myth, obviously. No man has that big a ... thingy.”
“Penis,” Emily said, “and yes, they really do. I can understand why you wouldn’t think so, it’s not something white guys like to admit to, but black men are very regularly packing that sort of equipment. See, the men with the ****** were all black...”
“No, I can’t... that’s not possible. It’s not physically... it wouldn’t fit inside... no, I don’t believe it.”
“Well, my boyfriend has a penis that size,” Emily said, letting that sink in as her mother’s eyes bulged, “...and I bet you that Malik does. Why don’t you ask him to show you tonight? I bet he won’t say no...”
“Emily!” Margaret shouted. “You can’t talk to your mother like that...”
Emily shrugged and went out to get some biscuits, smiling to herself when she couldn’t be seen. That last demonstration was feeble at best. She knew her mother was turned on. Obviously she was already excited by meeting Malik again, but the surprise of the dirty talk and the black cock size debate had had the required effect. Looking over her shoulder, she could see her mother standing motionless, one hand on her chest still. Oh yes, she knew precisely what she was thinking about and, in a few hours time, Emily was certain her mother would be underneath Malik, taking her first black cock.
----
“You sure you want to go through with this?” Corina said, holding her sister’s hand tightly. Orla looked at the door of Dr Tandino’s office and nodded slowly.
“I’ve got to,” she said quietly. “If I don’t... and I never get pregnant... I couldn’t live with myself. I have to have a baby...”
“Okay, I’m with you the whole time,” Corina said, kissing her sister on the cheek. Orla smiled weakly and took a deep breath. In they went.
----
“That was... delicious,” Margaret said, dabbing at her lips with her serviette. “I’ve never met a man who could cook like that before!”
“My pleasure,” Malik said, clearing the table while she sat there, sipping her wine. Better not drink too much, she thought, or she could end up making some... unwise decisions!
“Do you want to come into the lounge now, Margaret?” Malik said. “Let me pour you some more wine and we can get comfortable.”
“Okay,” she said, smoothing her dress down. She followed Malik in and sat down on the plush sofa, him doing the same at the other end. For some reason, she felt disappointed he wasn’t closer. She liked it when he came near her, the aura of masculinity he exuded made her feel ... good, alive even.
“I ... thankyou for the meal, Malik,” she said, breaking the silence. He just looked at her, fixing her with his gaze.
“Um... the wine is nice too...” she said, nervously gulping down more of the red liquid than she should really have done.
“Let me top you up,” he said, leaning over to refill her glass before she could say no. There was that closeness as he leaned towards her, her hand shaking slightly as he poured. When he sat back, he was indeed closer to her. Not close enough for her liking though...
“Thanks,” she said, sipping more. It was going to her head, she thought. Her heart was beating faster, she could feel her cheeks going red... oh, she wanted this man. Wanted him right there and then, however he wanted it. She’d spread herself and take him, all of him, into her. She wasn’t so ***** she didn’t know what she was doing - on the contrary, it was precisely what she had wanted for weeks now.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I just remembered,” Malik said, though his expression never changed. “I’ve got to be somewhere... so if you want, I can drop you home now.”
Her face fell. No, he couldn’t... not now! She was ready, willing... she couldn’t let this moment pass.
“No!” she squawked, embarrassingly. “I mean... why? I thought we were having fun... er, having a good time, I meant.”
“Of course, it has been delightful to spend more time with you, Margaret,” Malik said. “I just, you know, have to go do... a thing...”
“Please,” she said, desperately. “I don’t... I don’t want you to go. I don’t want to go. I ... “
“You ... ?”
“I want to stay here. With you.”
“Whatever do you mean, Margaret?” Malik said, playing the innocent.
“I... I...” she spluttered, unable to get the words out. She felt this ... thing inside her, holding her back. An inhibition, a conservative nature that for so long had stopped her from... well, living her life. It was time to move on, she realised. Time to change, to become a new woman... and part of that was to let herself live, sexually.
“I want you to... I want you to FUCK me!”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Malik said, grinning as he moved over swiftly and kissed Margaret passionately, the older woman melting into his arms. She groaned as he held her close and she felt it against her, a growing mass in his pants against her leg. God, was it true? Had Emily been right all along? Was the myth actually a reality? She had to find out.
----
“Hello, Orla,” Dr Tandino said, less formal than usual. “I hope you’re feeling well today. Everything’s ready for you, but let’s just go over a few things as today is a little different to normal.”
Orla sat, Corina next to her.
“Now, the method we’ve tried previously has, for whatever reason, not worked. I firmly believe that today will be different, that you will walk out of this room with a baby in your belly.”
“I hope so, I really do,” Orla nodded.
“Good, we’re on the same page. Now... I want to be 110 percent certain so I’m going to suggest some changes to the normal procedure. I’m going to put your legs in some stirrups and spread you a bit wider than normal, try to change the angle of your body to aid conception. This will allow the donor to get deeper than normal.”
“Okay, that sounds fine,” Orla said.
“Also, and I believe I mentioned this the first time I saw you, anecdotal evidence supports the theory that a female orgasm can improve the chances of conception, so I suggest we do as much as we can to allow this to happen.”
Orla looked down at her feet for a second.
“I... I’ve never managed to have an orgasm during sex,” she whispered. “I’m not sure I can.”
“I think you can do anything you want to do,” Corina said. “I’ve got faith in you.”
“Corina is right, there’s no reason you can’t from what I know,” Tandino said. “And I think there could be a non-female reason here, as in the men you have been with just haven’t been capable of stimulating you in the right ways.”
“I guess...”
“I think that today we can do this, right? We’ve got to be positive.”
“I guess...”
“So what we’re going to do is get rid of the screen. We’re going to allow you to see the man who will father your children. I know, I know...”
Tandino held a hand up to silence Orla’s protest.
“... that you said you didn’t want to, but there’s little intimacy in a faceless penis... that didn’t come out right, but you know what I mean... entering you without being seen. Lovemaking is the way to go and, I think, you can have some enjoyment here and still get what you want. At the end of the day, surely the ends justify the means?”
Orla hadn’t considered this, but she was here, she had to go through with this, whatever the cost. She nodded her asset.
“Excellent. So, if you want to disrobe and get onto the bed, we can begin. I think, for today, we’ll have you nude to help that intimacy factor, okay?”
Orla gulped, but nodded again. In for a penny...
She stripped and got up onto the table. Tandino took each leg and place it in a stirrup, but Orla wasn’t happy.
“Ow, they’re... ow! It’s pinching my skin... I can’t.... OW!”
Tandino swiftly removed her from the stirrups and she got off the bed.
“No, I’m not using them, it’s ... and the bed too, it’s just very uncomfortable. I can’t be intimate in this situation, I’m sorry.”
She felt tears coming, but Corina soothed her.
“It’s okay, we can think of something else. Is there someplace else she can go? Like... a bedroom or something? Somewhere more comfortable?”
Tandino tapped his lips with one finger, thinking.
“I guess we could use my bed, if you want,” he said. Orla looked mortified, but yet again gave her assent. She had to do this, she thought. It would all be worth it in the end.
Tandino led Orla, clutching her clothes but still essentially nude, through the house, up the large stairway and onto the first floor. In the group went to a grandiose master bedroom. It was opulent to say the least, a big four-poster bed the centrepiece.
“There you go,” Tandino said, indicating the bed. “I’ll just go get the donor.” Orla sat on the bed, gingerly touching the soft silk sheets.
“This place is... like out of a storybook. It’s amazing!”
“Couldn’t really be much better a setting for you to do this,” Corina said, looking around the room still. “Other than with your husband, but beggars can’t be choosers.”
“Mmm,” Orla mumbled. “You’ll still stay, right? I can’t do this without you to help me.”
“I’ll stay,” Corina smiled. The whole stirrups thing had been her idea, deliberately too tight to get Orla out of the room and into a proper bed. It was nearly time and Corina was horny as hell. She just hoped Orla didn’t baulk at the big black cock she was about to see.
A knock on the door and Corina moved away instinctively, leaving Orla alone on the bed. The door opened and a black man Corina had never seen before entered the room, wearing a long, oversized robe. He was very tall, about 6 foot 9 or so, dwarfing Orla who had always been a little thing, only just over 5 foot. She gulped as the man said nothing, just moved over to her, standing a couple of feet away.
She watched as the man undid the loose tie on his robe’s belt, the garment falling open. Corina smiled involuntarily as her sister got an eyeful of the big black cock that was revealed within.
“Oh fuck!” was all Orla said as her eyes were fixed on the 11 inch cock sprouting from between the man’s legs.
The man just stood there, enormous phallus pointing right at Orla’s open mouth.
“That... can’t be real,” she finally said. “I... holy fuck, I can’t believe the size of that...”
“Are you going to lie back now?” Corina said.
“Wha...? Oh, this is too big, it’ll never fit... it makes my husband’s look like a baby’s. I... you think it’ll go in?”
“It’s what we’re all here for, right?” Corina said. “Lie back and relax, let him do his job.”
Orla looked back at the huge cock and wondered about how it would feel inside her. All those memories of her friend disappearing, the sounds of pleasure emanating from that room... it could be her. She could live that dream, that fantasy she’d been carrying around for so long. All she had to do was lie back and let him, as Corina had said, do his job.
“No, this is... all wrong,” she said, though she didn’t say it with any conviction. “It’s... not right.”
“Why? It’ll be your baby, Orla! Your lovely, beautiful bouncing baby boy or girl, born from you, created inside you... you just have to do what God intended... it’s only natural...”
“I... oh God...” Orla said, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the phallus. She just wanted to touch it. It wouldn’t do any harm to just touch it, right? It’s not cheating if you just touch it...
It was so warm in her hand and so thick. She gripped it tightly and felt it spasm slightly. It felt good, she had to admit.
“Stroke it,” Corina said, though her voice sounded far away. To Orla, it was increasingly feeling like the room was filled with just her and this wonderful cock in her hand. She did stroke it, wondering at how big it was. It couldn’t possibly fit inside her... could it?
She felt her pussy twinge, as if her body was answering that question, demanding her to push on, to try it out. She wanted to, she realised. Just a little taste...
Her mouth wrapped greedily round the head, savouring a surprisingly large dollop of pre-cum as her tongue caressed the opening. It tasted better than she’d remembered... or maybe this was just how a real man tasted? One with a proper cock instead of some tiny dicklet that she’d always just assumed was the normal size?
Her mind was awhirl. She’d always been so frustrated with her lack of climax during sex, just assuming it was her own fault somehow... but had it been? She was starting to wonder. A lifetime of unfulfilling sex with men... and yet, when she’d been with girls, it has been wonderful. Could it be wonderful with this man?
With some reluctance, she took the head out of her mouth, before - now unable to resist - lavishing the whole shaft with her enthusiastic tongue. The balls nuzzled her face and it would have been rude not to pay just as much attention to them, so she did. That masculine aroma drove her wild and she realised she was stroking the shaft vigorously while lapping at his scrotum.
Pulling away suddenly, she gave in to her desires.
“I’m ready,” she said, lying back on the soft bed. He merely nodded as she spread her legs, her pussy so wet, wetter than it had been for many, many years.
Corina watched her sister open herself up to this stranger, knowing that in seconds her goal to turn Orla into a black cock slut would be complete - or, at least, on the way to being so. It would unlock her sister’s inner slut and, she knew deep down, it wouldn’t be long before the veneer of faithful, religious Orla would break down and she’d be on her knees, begging men she’d never met before to use her as their cum dump.
The man was rubbing the head of his cock on Orla’s pussy now, teasing her wickedly. She groaned, desperate to get it started, an increasingly small part of her shouting out in her mind that this was wrong. Damn it, it felt too good already to be wrong, didn’t it?
Corina watched as the man finally pushed himself into her sister, the head sinking surprisingly easily into her absolutely drenched cunt. Orla’s gasp sent shivers down Corina’s spine, reminding her of her own first time, how extraordinary it felt to have such an amazing object slid up into one’s body. She couldn’t resist it any longer, sliding her own conservative skirt down over her hips, revealing her naked pussy, unfettered by underwear as was the norm these days... and beginning to masturbate to the sight of her sister taking a big black dick.
Orla’s eyes were closed as she felt the man push his enormous meat inside her. It was so huge, preposterously big, but it was inside her. A bit of it, anyway. The head was in and, slowly, the man began to inch himself down into her slippery hole. She bit her lip as she felt her pussy stretch open to let this welcome invade inside.
“Oh fuck,” she mouthed as the cock sunk halfway in. This was the most she’d ever taken. No previous lover had ever opened her up this way and she knew there was still about 6 inches to go. A flash of guilt across her thoughts was dispelled quickly as more cock entered her body, the spongy flesh of her cunt wrapping around it as untouched parts of her were violated for the first time. How much more could she take? The answer was easy, she realised - as much as she wanted. She felt his head nuzzle her cervix and squealed, knowing his balls were not yet touching her skin.
Onwards he pressed, squeezing the last couple of inches inside until she finally felt that sweet touch of his skin on hers, his balls pressing against her as every single centimetre of black cock was throbbing inside her.
“Pound that fucking cunt,” Corina said, snapping Orla’s eyes open. She looked up to see her sister standing next to the bed. She was half-naked, rubbing her glistening, bald pussy furiously. Orla’s conservative side rebelled, an internal voice screaming at her to stop, it had all gone too far, what the hell was going on? ... but unlike all the other the times, she wouldn’t listen. It had gone too far, way too far to back out and as she felt the man pull out to the tip and then thrust powerfully back into her, she knew everything in her life was about to change. She looked up at her sister as the man thrust slowly into her body... and grinned.
Corina returned the smile and got onto the bed, moving to her sister as the man picked up the pace, placing her lips on Orla’s as her sister began to cum on the man’s enormous cock. Her sister’s screams were muffled by the passionate kiss they shared, years of repressed feelings contained in that orgasmic, primal bellow. Corina broke the kiss and held her sister’s gorgeous face between her hands, watching her face contort with pleasure as the man ruthlessly fucked her cunt.
“Oh Orla, you’ve never looked so beautiful as you do now,” she said, tears of joy streaming down her face.
“Unnnngh... I’ve.... been... wanting to.... Fu... fuuhh.... FUCKKK!!!!!!” Orla yelled as a second orgasm exploded inside her. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Black... cocks! For ...hnnnnngh... years! I... oh holy FUCKING SHIT! It’s so good, I never... nnnnnnngggh... thought... it could be like this!”
“This is just the beginning!” Corina said, stroking her sister’s face before kissing her again, slipping her tongue into her mouth.
----
Margaret almost jumped off the bed as she took Malik’s cock out of his pants. It was like nothing she’d ever seen before, so thick and long and... absolutely stunningly beautiful to her.
“I...”
“Speechless?” Malik grinned. Margaret just nodded, eyes glued to the enormous penis in front of her. Everything about it was just perfection, she thought. It was mesmerising.
“You want to touch it?”
She gulped and nodded again, but didn’t move.
“Go on, it won’t bite,” Malik said and she jumped slightly as the cock twitched slightly.
“Oh my...” she said, reaching her hand out. Her fingers brushed against it nervously. Malik took the initiative, taking her hand in his. Her eyes finally shifted, looking directly into his as he gently placed her hand on his shaft. It was throbbing as she held it, hot and stiff in her palm.
“I bet you were a wild girl when you were younger, right?” Malik said.
“No, I wasn’t,” Margaret said, bashfully. “This is probably the wildest thing I’ve ever done!”
“Oh, I find that difficult to believe,” Malik said. “A woman as sexy as you, come on, I bet you had men and women after you all the time.”
“What? No. I’ve only ever slept with one man, my husband,” Margaret said, her hand still on Malik’s cock.
“Stroke it,” he said, suddenly. Margaret gulped and slid her hand up and down the stiff pole. He grinned. “Yeah, I bet you got a lot of action.”
“No, I promise, I didn’t,” she said, trying to relax, still stroking his cock.
“That’s a damn shame,” Malik said. “You’ve never fooled around with anyone? Never been with a girl? Shit, that’s...”
“A girl? Oh no, that’s just...” Sick? She didn’t say it. She wanted to, but she didn’t. “I’ve never been with any other man.”
“Well, I’m going to change that tonight, Margaret. It’s just you and me and I think it’s about time you had some fun.”
Margaret merely gulped again, still stroking.
“Let me see you,” he said. “Take it all off.”
Reluctantly, she took her hand off his member and stood. Slowly, not erotically as she was too nervous to do anything sexy like a striptease, she took her clothes off. She got cold feet, though not literally, as she got down to her bra and knickers.
“Are you sure? I’m not young, I... don’t think you want to see me like this.”
Malik shook his head and stood, cock still stiff as iron. He moved close and she bit her lip as she felt it press against her belly. Silently, he reached around and unhooked her bra, towering over her as he threw it aside. She moved to cover her breasts, but he grabbed her wrists forcefully, shaking his head again.
She whimpered as those two big hands covered her breasts for her, kneading and groping them, her nipples hard as bullets against his palms. He pressed closer, his cock now between his flat abdomen and her skin. It was so long, almost reaching up to her chin. God, what a cock it was, she thought.
“Now the pussy,” he said, letting go of her breasts. To her surprise, he knelt down and hooked fingers in the waistband of her underwear. She gave a squawk of surprise as he ripped the flimsy material off her. Using his strong hands, he gently parted her thighs and moved his head into position. Her eyes rolled back as he began to kiss and tongue her most intimate area, the first time anyone had ever done this for her. Her hands rested on his head as he pleasured her, gently pressing him closer.
“Oh wow,” she moaned as his tongue did its magic, sparking intense sensations inside her. Without thinking she began to move her hips, grinding her pussy into his face. Malik responded by working his clit faster, Margaret gasping and feeling her orgasm edge closer and closer. Just as she was about to go over the edge, he pulled away violently, Margaret sinking to her knees in frustration.
“Aaaahhh, why? Fuck, why?” she said, her body screaming for release. She tried to move her hands down to her groin but he grabbed her wrists, pulling her to unsteady feet once again.
“You aren’t going to cum until I say you can,” Malik growled. “You can only cum with my dick up in your white cunt, understood?”
Margaret looked shocked, but for some reason his assertiveness excited her... and she really, really wanted to climax. She nodded.
“Good. Get on your fucking knees.”
She did as she was told, presenting herself to him. She could see his reflection in the blank TV screen as he got behind her.
“I’m going to fuck you like nobody has before, slut,” he said, slapping her bare ass with his massive cock. She shivered at the abusive term, but she couldn’t deny her excitement again.
“Tell me what you are and I’ll fuck you,” he said.
“I... what?” Margaret said confused. A big hand hit her rump hard, eliciting a squeal.
“What are you?” he repeated.
“I ... I don’t know what... aaahhh!” Another slap. Suddenly she realised.
“I’m a slut,” she said, quietly.
“Louder!”
“I’m a slut!” she shouted.
“Louder, cunt. Let the world know what you are!”
“I’m a ... I’m a fucking slut!”
“What for?”
“I’m a fucking slut for your black cock!”
“No, you’re a fucking slut for ANY black cock. Say it!”
“I’m a fucking slut for any black cock!” she laughed, enjoying this twisted game more than she thought she would. It wasn’t serious, just a bit of fun, this domination game... or, at least, that’s what she thought.
“Damn right,” he said and shoved his cock into her sopping wet pussy, half of it going inside in one thrust. She screamed, but it wasn’t in pain. Another thrust and, unbelievably, every inch had been buried in her vagina, over 10 inches of thick cock stuffed into her body. She screamed again as the head nudged her cervix and she came violently, her whole body wracked with pleasure.
As she came, her eyes rolling back in her head, he grabbed her hair, pulling her head up as she gasped for breath.
“You love that dick, don’t you?”
Margaret, deep in the throes of her most incredible orgasm ever, was too out of it to answer.
“Yeah, you fucking slut, you love that shit,” Malik said as he began to pound her hard. She screamed again as he fucked her ruthlessly, driving his cock to the balls into her willing hole. He tilted her head to one side and planted his lips on hers, kissing passionately, the act only making her even more excited, even more turned on. This was so different to her previous sexual encounters with her husband, it was like chalk and cheese. That had been one-sided love-making, a shrivelled worm squirting into her while she lay there, unresponsive.
This was different. This was primal, animalistic... fucking. She was getting fucked like a cheap whore, her pussy spasming around the brutal invader and she loved it. As she came for a second time, even more intense than the first, she began to yell out, her mind lost to anything but her lust.
“Oh fuck yes! Fuck me! So fucking good, so fucking good! I’m a fucking slut for black cock!”
The rest of her cries were guttural, incomprehensible as the orgasm blew her mind, everything in her body focused on the incredible pleasure she was experiencing. He roared as he blasted her womb with his own sperm, depositing jet after jet of hot, sticky semen inside her body...
...just as the anonymous man was doing to Orla. Her face was a picture of joy as she felt him explode inside her, the moment she’d been waiting for finally here. He’d been fucking her for almost an hour and she’d climaxed multiple times. It was easily the best sex she’d ever had and, despite it ostensibly being only about the insemination, she had almost forgotten that, lost in her own lustful mindset. He wasn’t even wilting as he finally pulled out, his thick rod still at full mast, despite having just ejaculated. He looked down at an exhausted Orla lying prone on her back, vagina leaking sperm. She didn’t mind, enough had been spent inside her to do the job. Without a word, he left the room, leaving Orla with Corina alone.
“How do you feel?” Corina grinned down at her.
“Fucked,” Orla sighed contentedly. There was silence for a while, Corina gently stroking her sister’s hair as cum continued to ooze out of Orla’s well-fucked pussy.
“Corina,” she said finally. “Have I done the right thing?”
Corina lay down next to her sister on the soft bed, holding her close, one leg resting on Orla’s.
“Of course,” she said, softly, resting her head on her older sister’s chest. “I know you’re going to be thinking about this, but I think you’ve taken the most important step in your whole life.”
“What’s that?”
“You’re going to have a baby,” Corina said, “but most importantly, you’ve just had sex with a black man... and honey, there’s no going back now.”
Margaret and Orla lay in their respective beds, looking up at the ceiling. Both had taken an enormous step towards a life they were only barely understanding. They had little idea of the adventures that awaited them, both were scared and excited in equal measure about the possibilities. Neither could deny the pleasure they had experienced and neither could would take back what they had done. Wheels had been set in motion and neither realised that they were powerless to resist the coming changes to their lives.
Both women had done things they never thought they would do and, in the cold light of day, they might have said, when asked, that the sex had been a one-off, it wouldn’t happen again. They might even think they meant it. It was only logical - Orla had what she wanted, most likely, a baby growing inside her. Margaret had had her fling, her little bit of excitement in her dreary life.
They wouldn’t do it again, they had commitments and vows. It didn’t make sense...
...and their bodies, ultimately, would betray them.
