by Bessie Hucow
"What?" I called out. "I was doing just fine until..." but she cut me off.
"Don't mind him, he's just sore that he doesn't have a dick as big as yours. Have you ever knocked up a woman before?" She asked and then began spraying her white titty milk on his big, black cock. My titty milk!
Was I hearing her right? Did she just call my huge cock small? I tried to interject, but she just pointed at a seat next to us and suggested I watch how a real man handles a woman. I was speechless.
I watched him slide his massive black dick into her small mouth as she slurped her warm mother's milk off his dong. I couldn't help but be turned on by my wife's actions and I began stroking my floppy cock, intrigued by the situation before me.
Was she really going to let him inside her fertile cunt and knock her up? That thought brought to mind what people would say when she gave birth to a black baby. That was sure to cause shock waves. But, if it was what she wanted - tipsy or not - then I would give it to her.
"Oh God! I want to feel your thick meat-stick in me. My husband warmed me up for you," she cried out.
The eager cop turned her around and she spread her legs open eagerly for him. I didn't know how he was going to fit that thing inside her. My cock was hard enough to get in. But, she was sopping wet and had just given birth a few months ago, so I thought maybe he had a chance.
"Your wife has a tight pussy," the big, black cop said as he slid his long, curved rod into her tiny hole. I watched in fascination and amazement as he was actually able to impale his rod completely inside her. She muffled a scream as I assume he plunged into her cervix.
My cock jumped as I imagined what it would feel like to be in Amber's hot, tight cervix right now. The feeling would have to be indescribable.
"Ooh yeah!" she moaned, pushing back to help his cock sink even further into her. "Show my husband how a real man impregnates a woman."
I tried to kiss her, but she was concentrating on the black cop inside her too much pay me any attention. I began to play with her breasts, squirting her milk on my dick. I pressed it up against her lips and she finally parted them and began sucking me.
"You're not allowed to cum inside me until the doc says I'm pregnant," she warned me sternly. "You can cum anywhere else you please; but not there."
Again I was stunned. I fought down alternating feelings of inadequacy and rage. I wanted to punch the guy, but I somehow don't think that would help the situation any. I was just going to have to let this whole thing run its course and hope that it blows over quickly. That's what I hoped, anyway.
I turned my attention back to her lips on my cock as she licked and sucked off the mixture of her breast milk and her pussy juice. I could tell she liked it as she spent an inordinate amount of time tasting the mixture.
"Cum in me," she turned and began humping faster. I could hear the slapping of their bodies and the thought that a strange, black man was going to impregnate my wife sent me over the edge.
"Take it," I commanded as I grabbed her hair just as the cop had and pressed her down on my engorged shaft. "Drink my cum! Lap it all up like the bitch you are!"
She really got into my words as she began concentrating on my cock, doing everything in her power to make me cum. Within moments of her ministrations, I felt my balls tighten and I knew my release was imminent.
Partially as punishment, when I was ready, I pushed her head all the way down on my shaft and held it there. She fought against it, but I wasn't about to let go - not until I had emptied my nut into her throat.
"Drink it all!" I said as my shaft swelled and expanded. I held it back as long as I could, wanting this feeling of power to last before I finally began squirting my hot, dominant, ropey cum into her belly.
After a few squirts, she stopped struggling and just took her medicine like a trooper. By the grunts coming from the cop, I could tell that he was nearing his climax.
I really didn't know how I was going to deal with the idea of a strange, black man knocking up my lily-white wife. Maybe she'd have second thoughts in the morning when she was sober, but somehow I didn't think so.
When my cock was completely emptied of its seed, I relaxed my hold on her and turned my attention to her new breeder. Every muscle in his body was straining and I felt a bit jealous. Not only was he going to be the one to pop a baby in my wife's fertile womb, but he was much stronger and bigger than me.
Somehow, during all the fuss, his shirt and pants had come off. Not only was he tall, but his muscles bulged under the strain he was putting them through. Even in the dim light, I could see rivulets of sweat roll off his face and chest. He was a hunk; there was no doubt about it. I was more afraid of Amber becoming attached to the guy, more than I was him knocking her up.
Once Amber had fully swallowed my semen and caught her breath, she instructed me on what to do next.
"Put your face close to my pussy," she demanded. "I want you to watch his dominant, black cum inseminate his property. Take special note of when his shaft pulses. That means his cream is pumping into my fertile cervix."
Grumbling to myself, I did as I was told and got underneath them, my face inches from their genitals. If this was what my sweet Amber wanted, this is what she got.
"There," she said, taking control of the situation. "Now," she gestured to the black cop, "I want you to show my husband exactly what a real man can do. Put a black baby in me. Do it!" She cried out.
Humiliated, I watched as he began ramming her pussy hard and fast. He even began to spank her and pull her hair.
"You like that?"
She nodded.
"Good," he grunted and pushed deep into her unprotected cervix, "you're going to like this even more."
"Oh God!" She cried out. "I'm taking another man's baby in me!" She began convulsing through a monster orgasm.
"Shit!" The black cop grunted. I watched in fascination as his monster cock swelled immensely and his shaft began pulsing inside my innocent wife. This was it, then, he was impregnating her. I couldn't believe I was letting her do this. Was I a fool?
As he finished up in her, I moved over and began sucking on her leaky tits. In her excitement, her breasts were squirting mother's milk all over the floor of the movie theater.
She milked her breasts into my willing mouth and I suckled greedily. The cop pulled out his cum and pussy-soaked dong from her gaping cunt and wiped it off on my pants. I didn't say anything because I just wanted him to get the hell out of our lives. He'd already ruined one evening, I didn't want him to hang around and cause more damage.
"Welp," he said, putting his clothes back on. "I'm off and if you two know what's good for you, you will be too." He had the widest, shit-eating grin on his face and I wanted so badly to punch him square in the face.
"Thank you, officer," she kissed him on the lips and mashed her naked, cum-filled body to his. "I needed a big, strong black man to fill me up. You came to my rescue."
God, she was laying it on thick.
"Anytime, ma'am," he said, handing her his card.
She stuck it in her purse and dressed.
When we got to the car, I was fuming.
"What the hell was going on back there?" I asked as I got into the passenger side. I was in no condition to drive and she seemed to have sobered up.
"Calm down honey," she smiled widely. I knew that smile.
"Why should I? You just gave your body over and got knocked up by a black man. And a cop, to boot."
"I was just saving us some trouble," she revved the engine and sped off.
"How do you figure?" I asked as I rummaged around in her purse and tore up her baby daddy's card. She didn't say anything, just strummed her fingers on the steering wheel.
"Well?"
Her voice took on a serious tone all of a sudden and she turned to me. "Do you really think I'd let a strange man knock me up?"
I stared open-mouthed at her, not knowing how to answer. It smelled like a trap. "But I--"
"You saw him cum i
n me," she parted her legs and drew out a bit of his virile cum and licked it off, obviously enjoying it immensely. She offered me some, but I politely declined.
"Go on," I urged. I didn't see where she was going with this.
"You know how I told you I was ovulating?"
"Yeah?" I nodded.
"Well, I hadn't taken the pill yet." Her eyes grew large and she kissed me tenderly on the lips. "We'll wait until we're sure his cum is completely out of my body and then you'll get the honor of inseminating your beautiful, very cunning wife."
"So you didn't mean any of it?" I felt relief flood through my body.
"Not a word," she pulled me closer to her and lifted her shirt so I could see her squirting tits.
My cock started to get hard and all thought left me as I realized how much of a genius idea that was. "Pull over into that motel right there," I instructed.
"What for?"
"We're going to start pumping him out immediately - starting with a huge, fresh load from your grateful husband."
She smiled. "But what about the baby?"
"The movie wasn't over. The sitter won't be expecting us for another hour or so. Let's go!"
"Two loads in me at the same time and from different guys? That sounds like my kinda fun. Where do I sign up?"
I stepped out of the car and headed toward the motel. "At the sign-in desk."
Knocked up & Milking
Nikita Storm
I was scared, of that there was no doubt. This wasn't supposed to be happening to me. Why couldn't it have happened to someone else? I was just nine-teen and fresh out of school.
I'd taken a pill I found at a friend's house, thinking it was just a Tylenol or something. Little did I know that little pill would end up changing my whole life. As of yet, I wasn't exactly sure what that damn thing did to my body, but I certainly wasn't the same.
Before walking into my friend's apartment, I was a happy-go-lucky nineteen-year-old college freshman who had the whole world at her fingertips. I was a tall, athletic blonde with small breasts and no desire for any of the familial trappings all my friends seemed to have.
Now, because of that fucking pill, I found myself thinking more and more about finding a hunky man to inseminate me and father a child inside of me. Seemingly overnight, my size AA cups grew to C's. Mom thinks it's a growth spurt, but I know better. It was the pill.
At first they began to swell and then become tender. No big deal, right? Then one morning I awoke to liquid all over the bed. I haven't wet the bed since grade school. That was when I realized that the liquid was coming from my chest. I tasted it. Breast milk. Fuck.
That's when I confronted my best friend about the pill. She just shrugged and told me that all the girls were taking it - some kind of new street drug or something. She didn't know what it was and hadn't yet tried it. She did have the name of it, at least.
Armed with this information and scared out of my fucking mind, I made an appointment with my local doc and here I am in the waiting room. Like I said: I'm scared. I don't know what's coming over me. My breasts have stopped growing - thank God - but they're constantly leaking. Not only that, but I find myself constantly sizing guys up - not on their looks, but on how good of a provider they can be to my baby.
The baby. Oh God, the more I think about it, the more I know that I MUST have one. There is no maybe about this. I've never wanted a kid before - they're too much work. But lately it's all I can think about.
It's fucking insane.
"Cathy Stiles?" A woman called out and looked around.
"That's me," I smiled, trying to bury the butterflies in my tummy.
"If you'll follow me," she said and held the door open for me.
I grabbed my purse and followed her. She put me through the usual paces and then sat me down in a sterile white room full of drawings of the woman's body. There was a vagina here, a breast there and baby suckling on a breast on that wall.
I wish I hadn't seen that as a tear welled up in my eye and I began involuntarily crying. Hell, I really didn't know why I was crying. But I soon began bawling. All I could think about is that woman had a baby and I didn't. I actually contemplated cutting out the baby from the poster and taking that home with me. Yeah, I was in bad shape.
"Oh, hello," the doctor waltzed in and looked down at my paper, "Cathy. What seems to be the problem?"
It took me several minutes before I could stop crying and even look at him, let alone answer his question.
"Well, I--" I stopped dead in mid-sentence as my eyes feasted upon the future father of my baby. I don't know who the hell he was, but I had to have him. My pussy contracted involuntarily as I envisioned him knocking me up.
He waved his hand in front of my eyes, bringing me back to focus. "You what? You seem deep in thought."
"It's hard to explain, doc." I said, glancing back at the nursing baby before turning my attention to this very handsome, older man who just so happened to have a nice job and could probably afford--
"Earth to Cathy!" His deep voice boomed in the small room, snapping me out of it.
"Yes? Oh. See, doc, I took this pill and..." I looked away shyly.
"And you don't know the effects?"
He shook his head in disappointment and my heart fell. I needed his approval. I needed his baby.
"Yeah, I thought it was a Tylenol or something," I admitted.
"Did you bring it with you?"
"No, but I have a name. It was my friend's and she didn't know what it was." I felt foolish even discussing this with this strange, attractive silver-haired man. There was probably nothing he could do for me. My life was so fucked.
"What is it?"
I told him the name and his eyebrows shot up. He certainly recognized it. Maybe he could help me.
"What are your symptoms?" He asked.
"Well," I pointed to my large, leaky breasts, "these have become enormous and started leaking milk."
"Anything else?" He prodded.
I thought about that for a moment. "Oh and all I can think about is having a fucking baby."
He placed his fist under his chin. "You didn't have these thoughts before taking this pill?"
I shook my head. "I've never given it a second thought. Oh, and I also seem to be hormonal and extremely, hyper, I've-got-to-fuck-anything-that-moves horny lately." I began to cry. "I don't know what's wrong with me, doc, but I can't go on like this."
He came over and wrapped his big, powerful arms around me and I immediately stopped crying. I felt so safe and relaxed in his arms that I never wanted to leave. I could smell his Old Spice aftershave which reminded me of my grandfather. For the first time since this whole episode began, I felt whole again.
"I'm afraid that this whole thing is worse than you think," he said, once I got myself under control.
My face fell as the weight of his words crashed down on me. "Really, doc?"
He nodded. "Because of the drug, your body has gone into a super-hormonal state. Not only have your breasts grown and started lactating, but you're also fertile. The pill has - for lack of a better term - put you into mommy mode."
I looked up at him hopefully, tears at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill down my cheeks. "Is that why all I can think about is getting pregnant?"
He nodded.
I paused for a moment, wondering if I wanted to hear the answer. "Is there anything you can do about it?"
"Well," he said, clasping his hands together as a slight smile crept across his face, "that depends."
"On what?" I asked. "Doc, I'll do anything to get rid of this! Anything!"
He sat down next to me on the exam table. "This condition has only one cure."
"I have to get pregnant, don't I?" My eyes began to water. I knew it.
He nodded. "But there's a catch," he added. "Let me ask you, have you come across any men since the pill that you believe should be the father of your child?"
His green eyes bored into me and I had to look aw
ay out of shame and embarrassment. He surely couldn't know, could he? No, he was just trying to help me find someone. I involuntarily looked at the suckling baby picture and a sharp pain hit me in the ovaries. I had to tell him.
I nodded.
"Good." He smiled. "Who?"
It took all the courage I had to say it. "You, doc. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were the one."
He looked shocked. "Me? Why would you think I'd be a good provider?" The whole time he had a smile on his face and his eyes were lit up.
"You're a doctor," I said, trying to reason.
"There are many other successful men out there who would be good pro --"
I decided that if I was going to get anywhere, I was going to have to call out the big guns. While he was blabbering on, I slyly stuck my hand down my panties and brought out a gobfull of fertile woman scent and brought it to his nose.
It worked! The second my fecund scent wafted into his nostrils, he stopped his bullshit talking.
His eyes went wide. "You're serious, aren't you?"
"More than serious, doc," I spread my scent around his nostrils, "I'm desperate."
"I'm married, Cathy..." he said wistfully.
"That's okay," I whispered, leaning closer to him. "I'm not looking for someone to marry me. I just want to get knocked up and have enough support for the baby."
"That's it?" He seemed surprised.
I nodded and kissed him full on the lips. He didn't resist or pull away. I felt my pussy tingle and wetness creep into my panties as I again smelled his aftershave and felt his protective presence.
After not resisting, but not reciprocating, I pulled away and he stood up. I didn't know what he was going to do and I was scared that he would reject me. That would've completely devastated me.
"Listen, Cathy," he said, popping his pen back into his pocket and picking up my chart. "I have one last patient that I need to see. Let me think about this and I'll be back in when I'm through with her."
Her? Her? Oh my God, now I was picturing another woman in the next room over doing what I did and making advances on him. Maybe she'd taken that drug, too. "Please hurry, Doc."