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I was first introduced to anal sex about four months after I first went black, by my first black lover who by then was my first black master. He had for a while been training me to be his slut, something he repeatedly emphasized to me. I was his slut in training, and he owned my pussy were two things he told me every time we were together, and made me agree to. And I was glad to as I really wanted to be his slut and loved having my pussy owned. It didn’t have any real consequences because he still let my husband fuck me, and by then was sharing me with three of his black friends on a regular basis.

But then he explained to me that being owned by a black man meant giving up all three holes. I was scared because I had never let anyone fuck my ass until then, not even my husband, but I didn’t think I could refuse so I let him. He used lube and was very gentle but still it hurt at first and felt funny. But I was pleased that I had surrendered my ass to him as it felt right to do as he asked.

After that when he shared me with his black friends he was normally in my ass while his friends fucked my pussy. I enjoyed anal a lot more when I was being DPd and found I soon liked it. Soon his three friends were also fucking my ass regularly.

I am proud to say that even today only black cocks have ever been in my ass. I have grown to enjoy anal sex more and more over the years, and today it’s my favourite way to fuck for most of the black men I fuck. For most of the past seven years I have wanted mainly vaginal sex, not because I necessarily preferred it but because I was hoping to get pregnant and thus wanted it there unless I was on my period, when I of course preferred anal. But in the past year or so I have all but given up on getting pregnant, and have thus indulged my preference for anal more and more.

I especially prefer anal with men who are longer than nine inches, as my pussy bottoms out at nine inches and the rest of the length is wasted there, but can go deeper in my ass. The only men I prefer vaginal with are really thick men like my current Nigerian master, who is just under nine inches but beer can thick. I of course do let him fuck my ass, as I feel it is his right, but men that thick hurt anally but are perfect in my pussy. So my master mainly fucks my pussy, but most of my other black lovers mainly fuck my ass. And I love it that way.

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The Family of the Future

I have a good friend named Susan who lives near me (actually we are more than friends as we are both bi). She is 37, a beautiful blonde, who is married to a white man aged 40. She has a 13 year old daughter, also a beautiful blonde, fathered by her husband. But she has two black sons, ages 9 and 7. Her current black master lives with her and her family and runs the household. Her daughter has a 15 year old black boyfriend who sleeps over often. Susan’s sons were gathered by two different black men, not her current master. The first wasn’t planned; she actually fell pregnant a few months after going black as a result of a one night stand with a black man whose cock was just too beautiful to put a condom on. She decided to keep the baby though, and two years later intentionally got pregnant again by a different black man. She and her current master plan to have another black child soon.

Her husband is now openly gay, something she worked hard to bring out in him because she was not fucking her husband and wanted to make sure he didn’t get any other woman pregnant. She is quite proud that she has a gay husband and likes him much better now that he has embraced a gay lifestyle. It also helped with her goal of making sure her white daughter went black from day one. She is confident her daughter will fuck only black and have all black children. Her sons are quite dark, and if you didn’t know you would never guess they have a white mom. In short she is confident that her family will be a black family, indeed in a few generations it will be hard to dintinguish her family from a pure African family. Needless to say, I think they are the ideal white family, soon to be transformed into a black family.

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Making Sure Your White Daughter Goes Black

A lot of women, and a few men, ask me how to make sure their white daughters go black from day one, and especially that they have only black children. I have several friends who have blackened their teenaged daughters, and they all say it isn’t hard. here are really only two things you need to do.

First, you need to be as open as possible about your own sex life, in particular the fact that you only fuck black men (even if you are married to a white man), and also that you fuck lots of different black men. They don’t need to know the details, but you should make sure your daughter knows that it isn’t just this particular black man, but black men in general, that turn you on. You should also model behavior that is deferential and subservient to blacks when you around them in her presence. You don’t need to go into the political or religious aspects of black supremacy with her, but she needs to see that in your on life you serve and obey black people.

Second, make sure has frequent opportunities to socialize with black people and play with black boys, especially those her age and slightly older. Inviting them around for dinner and other social events and play dates. At the same time, try to omit as much as possible her time alone with white boys.

If you do these things the natural chemistry between black males and white girls will wrk it’s magic and do the trick. When that happens and she begins exploring sex with black boys, make she knows you approve and that she can safely explore things sexual with black boys at home and her privacy will be respected. Make clear that this only applies to black boys and white boys will not be welcome.

Do all this and it’s pretty much guaranteed that your daughter will go black, and give you many black grandchildren.

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her fate is to be a rape-meat for blacks, muslims and other immigrants.

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Jennie Discovers Her Path

Jennie Does a Good Deed

This was a rare opportunity, and Jennie could not believe her luck. For so long she had been looking for ways to support the immigrant and refugee communities in Atlanta. And now a group called the Islamic Solidarity Committee was calling for Christian volunteers to open their homes to African immigrants for a week of interfaith goodwill.

Jennie knew that her husband would never agree to such a thing, but he would be gone for two full weeks for work and need never know.

Still it was very daunting to do such a radical thing. To make arrangements, Jennie arrived at a tiny mosque on the outskirts of town and was offered coffee by a sublimely beautiful woman in her 20s, perhaps Asian or Arabic, who set out all the details and put Jennie completely at ease.

It was understood that there would be just three females in the house, so there were no particular issues with modesty.

The Committee would choose a single person suitable for Jennie’s home, from a country where English was a primary language, such as Ghana or Nigeria. Although supporting refugees was important, they thought it best to start with immigrants of good character. Jennie couldn’t suppress her enthusiasm. She confided that she found Islamic men and women quite compelling, and saw this short period without her husband there as a perfect opportunity. She saw this beautiful Muslima in front of her and imagined entertaining a similarly pretty, black woman in her home for a week. And since her husband was away, they could simply share the main bed, recognizing of course, that a strict Muslima woman would be exceedingly modest even among other women. Despite her certainty that there would be no hint of anything sexual, the very idea of sharing her marital bed with a strange woman was making her pussy wet, and she hoped that the pious woman before her couldn’t smell her sexual scent.

Jennie decided she would ask for special leave from work for that week, to dedicate her time to the visitor. And perhaps surprize the kids. The youngest two would be away at school camps anyways, so it would only be the girls at home.

As Jennie headed back to the car, Fatima spread her legs and ran her fingers up the inside of her dress to caress her bare puss. She rang her contact to confirm the booking. All would be ready for Monday morning - Jennie would be a particularly easy mark – just the idea of having a Muslim or Muslima in her house was getting her aroused – and practically begging to be dominated. Fatima took a few minutes to bring herself to a sublime orgasm visualising the delicious scene at Jennie’s home.

A Stranger Arrives

At 11am, a yellow taxi cab pulled up at Jennie’s place. She was made up and dressed like she was going to church – mid-length brown button-down skirt, pretty pink top, stockings, and, uncharacteristically, stilettos. Busying herself just behind the front door, she jumped at the loud knock. Her heart was pounding with excitement, but when she opened the door, it started to pound even harder.

In front of her was a large black man, maybe 30, in a cream suit and an open white shirt, towering almost a foot over her, a suitcase by his side. In a distinctly African accent he said, through his broad smile, “As-Salaam Alaykoom. Hello my dearest Jennifer. I am Mohammed Abeasi, recently arrived from Ghana, come to sojourn with you this week. I am so grateful for your abundant hospitality”.

Jennie stared at the beautiful man in front of her. Built like a quarterback, Mohammed simply smiled at the woman’s state of confusion. “May I come inside Jennifer, as it is exceedingly hot out there?”

“Oh of course! Come in! Come In! Can I offer you a cold drink? Coors? Oh stupid me! You don’t drink alcohol. I’m sorry.”

“Dearest one, though I am Muslim, I am not so strict in some respects, as Allah has generously given me a higher calling which allows me to bend some rules. I would be most happy to drink your American beer.” Jennie raced into the kitchen, almost tripping on her heels, grabbed a bottle from the fridge and a pint glass, pouring a perfect beer with a professional ½” head, to her own amazement. She came back out and realized that Mohammed was still standing, so she placed the glass on the dining table and ushered him to a seat.

Jennie stood next to him as he drank the brew straight down. She felt somehow privileged to stand rather than sit in Mohammed’s dominating presence. It was a strange feeling. As if he was the master of the house and she was merely a servant. And it felt… liberating.

“Do you have a guest room for me, dearest one?”

Jennie was struck dumb. She had expected a woman to share her bedroom. She’d even made room for the female guest’s clothes. The spare room was full of junk – no one could sleep there. She’d have to take the couch. “You’ll be sleeping in the main bedroom upstairs.” Mohammed thought quickly – this was far better than expected. “That is most generous of you, dearest one. Perhaps I could put my clothes away, insha-Allah, and have a short rest before lunch.” Though framed as a question, it was as if Mohammed was taking charge, and he was already out of his chair without waiting for Jennie to respond.

Jennie accompanied him up to the main bedroom, opening the doors to the kids’ bedrooms and pointing them out, before showing him where to put his clothes. Embarrassingly, she had arranged to share her underwear and hosiery drawers, expecting a woman. He seemed completely unphased, though in fact he was taking careful note of the types and approximate sizes of everything he saw. With Jennie still in the room, he opened his suitcase on the bed, and brought out and hung up a sparse but exquisite set of clothes. A few pairs of boxer shorts were neatly placed next to Jennie’s panties, and 3 pairs of socks took pride of place next to her pantihose and stay-up stockings. A Koran went on the bedside table, and the closed suitcase went into the wardrobe.

Without waiting for Jennie to leave, Mohammed took off his suit jacket and hung it up. Then he took off his shoes and immediately after that, before the embarrassed Jennie could make her way out of the room, he removed his suit pants. He was facing away from Jennie, his muscular butt tantalizing her sight. But her focus was on the reflection in the mirror, which clearly showed the impression of his enormous cock stretching his underpants, though still far from erect. He pretended he was not watching her face in the mirror, as the deep brown circumcised head of his penis popped out of the top of his underpants, his growing hard-on extending the length to 10 then 11 then 12 inches. Jennie had seen so many bbc’s on Tumblr. And yet, nothing could prepare her for the real thing. She had to fight hard not to squeeze her nipple or pull up her skirt and finger her raging sex. And the gorgeous man in front of her seemed to have no idea that he was exposing his huge member to her in the mirror. Indeed, he had to fight just as hard not to let on that he was relishing this game.

He turned around and feigned shock as he saw Jennie blushing in front of him. “Oh, Allah yaghfir li (Allah forgive me), I had not realized that you are still here, dearest one”. He looked slowly down at his underpants, making sure that Jennie’s eyes followed to take in the thick 3 inches now poking out the elastic and the 9 inches and huge balls clearly visible inside his pants below. He stretched the elastic over his rampant cock in an act of supposed modesty, if anything, making his huge cock look even more imposing.

Jennie staggered and nearly fell, as Mohammed jumped forward and caught her, a hand on her buttock and the other at her upper back. He steadied her before stepping back. “I think dearest Jennifer you should lie down”. Again not a question but an expectation. Immediately he began to unbutton her skirt.

Jennie stood mute and immobile as this stranger bent down and undid every button from the hem to the waist until the final button allowed the skirt to fall at her feet, revealing that, due to a dare on Tumblr, she was wearing a pair of dark stockings, black suspenders… and no panties.

A tear ran down her cheek at the terrible shame she was bringing on herself. Mohammed looked at Jennie’s cleanshaven sex, her clit unmistakably inflamed. He paused for a moment and then used his right foot to push her left foot out a foot, before moving his right hand between the folds of her pussy lips to test her wetness. He lifted his hand to her nostrils, forcing her to recognize her own cunt was giving him permission to molest her. He undid the buttons of her blouse and pulled it off her shoulders letting it fall on top of her skirt. Her bra did little to hide her painfully erect nipples. He reached behind her with his right hand and deftly unclipped it, dropping it from her shoulders so it had nowhere to go but the pile of discarded modesty on the floor.

Jennie was worse than naked – she was undressed for sex, her legs apart, her nipples aching, a drip of cunt juice slowly sliding down her thigh toward her slutty stockings, as she stood in her husband’s bedroom before a huge black man, a complete stranger.

“Free my cock Jennifer. I, as a Muslim, am Allah’s servant. You, as a Christian, are Allah’s whore. Do you understand?” Jennie nodded. Muhammed forced her to her knees. She made no move, so he grabbed her by the hair and tilted her head up toward his face. With his other hand, he slapped her face. Hard! No one had ever done that to her. It stung terribly. She feared what would happen next. And yet, his brutal assault seemed so… right! “Pull down my pants, whore, and worship my cock!” Jennie slid his underpants down, to release the enormous cock which stood straight out and hit her face. She pulled the pants past his hips and allowed them to fall to the ground. She gingerly reached for the gigantic almost black phallus with both hands. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen or felt. She wrapped her fingers around it, unable to enclose its girth with one hand. How different it was from her husband’s little white excuse for a penis. She breathed in the rich manly scent of the wonderful black weapon in her hands, and kissed it lovingly, before stretching her jaw as wide as she could to get the cockhead into her mouth. It was a struggle just to do that, but once it was in her mouth, Mohammed lifted her chin so her eyes met his. “Relax and do not struggle dearest one.”. He held the back of her head in his enormous hands and pushed his cock to the back of her throat. She immediately started to gag and cry, struggling in vain to breathe. Then, when he pulled her head toward his belly, she understood instantly that her life was his to take or spare. His forearm-thick penis forced its way into her throat and did not stop until his belly mashed up against her nose and his balls rested against her chin. He watched her struggles, feeling her throat involuntarily squeeze his cock as she tried to retch and breathe. 10 seconds, 20 seconds, 30 seconds. Jennie’s lips began to turn blue and Mohammed gently pulled back, his drool-covered cock leaving her throat and mouth, as she gasped a huge desperate breath.

She looked up at him in fear, her mascara streaking down her teary face. He smiled gently. “Good Girl!” And forced his cock back down her throat again. This time he slowly fucked her face, pulling out 8 inches and forcing it back in, without letting her breathe, again pulling out completely after 30 seconds, for her to gasp a lungful of air. “Cum for me Jennifer.” Mohammed pushed Jennie’s right hand down toward her naked pussy. As she started to rub her clit, he pushed back into her mouth and down her throat. Somehow this time Jennie managed to breathe through her nose, as he face-fucked her and she masturbated more and more frantically. She was so close! So close! Suddenly he was face-fucking her fast and she couldn’t breathe anymore. Her lips were crimson edging toward blue. And she was masturbating furiously despite her impending asphyxiation. And she came. How she came! An explosion. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably. Mohammed pulled out of her throat and mouth. She breathed. She screamed and rammed her fingers into her cunt. She openly wept like a child. She came again. Jennie had never felt anything like this before.

Mohammed picked Jennie up and lay her on her back on the bed. Jennie knew what was to come. She was about to be raped by a god. By Allah’s black emissary. She instinctively knew that there would be no preparation, foreplay. That her vagina, which had never felt more than a 1 inch thick, 5 inch pecker since before her marriage, would be torn asunder by a black truncheon thicker than her wrist and as long as her forearm.

He loomed over her as he lifted her legs and stretched them up out and back, her stiletto heels on either side of her head, where he held them using his right arm. With his left hand, he positioned his rampant cock at the tiny entrance to Jennie’s vulva, and forced the bulbous head in about an inch as it stretched the opening far beyond anything she’d felt since childbirth. She was a virgin again or may as well be. Now he was pushing. The pain was excruciating. There was no way he could fit. And yet he sunk further. 3 inches. The head was inside. He lunged hard and Jennie cried out as he somehow forced more in. Was he in all the way? She looked down between her spread thighs and gasped. At least 7 inches of his cock was still outside her body. But there was no more room!

Mohammed withdrew a few inches and pushed hard, jamming several more inches into her insanely stretched pussy. Jennie looked down again and almost died. Four inches were still outside her body. Already so full. Impossible. He withdrew a few inches and slammed into her. She felt his huge black balls hit her buttocks and his belly hit her exposed clitoris. She could not believe that his full 12 inches were all inside her.

He didn’t wait for her to adjust. But neither did he fuck her with long hard strokes as she might have imagined. Instead, he twerked a couple of inches back and forward, slamming hard and fast on the in-stroke. They say you can’t feel much deep inside your vagina. They obviously had never had Mohammed inside them! Her cervix was alive as his cock massaged back and forward over it. At the same time, his fat cock was constantly pressing and rubbing her g-spot. It had been less than a minute, and she was building up to something she’d never felt before – she knew that she couldn’t cum unless she was masturbating. And yet something enormous was building inside her. Each time he slammed in, she groaned louder. Suddenly her hands were at her tits and she was squeezing both nipples hard, hurting them, and shouting “Oh My God! Oh My God!” And then she came, screaming. As he continued to pound her cervix, Mohammed grabbed her hair and slapped her face. “SAY Allahu Akhbar! SAY IT!” She continued to cum, the sting on her face, the pain in her nipples which she continued to torture, just intensifying the orgasm. She’d heard those words before, on TV, by terrorists. It meant ‘Allah is Great’. Mohammed slammed into her over and over. She squeezed her eyes closed. In rhythm to his unrelenting attack, she repeated “Allahu Akhbar” over and over. And she was cumming again! And so was he! Pumping globs of hot semen directly into her fertile womb, bathing her white infidel eggs in pure black sanctified Islamic semen. Her eyes popped wide open to look deep into his dark brown eyes. So good. So incredible. At last! Allahu Akhbar.

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…Jenna opened her pale, white calves for the dark slippery intruder. Pink, steamy hot pussy so tight - never having felt a real man’s hard cock before. So much bigger than her fingers that have explored her shaved vagina many times before. But now he is pushing hard and further down into her pale white flesh. Her body responds automatically. Showing her nether region joy. Fireworks are sparking in her virgin head…mating with an African warrior…so wrong for a white girl.

He pushes inside and back out again - leaving her empty for just one hungry moment before sliding back in…even deeper than before. Jenna’s body responds involuntarily…automatically…her instincts as a white female control her will. His young black cock will go an hour now…his superior African stamina simply doing what it does best….giving Jenna more orgasms then she ever even dreamed of experiencing when simply pleasuring herself quietly against her purple bedroom pillows.

And then the climax Jenna and the strange black boy have been longing for. His fertile, heavy testicles contract and spasm, pulling upwards in his sweaty dark sack. His fiercely insistent teen manhood probing…seeking out Jenna’s willing dilated cervix.

His first sperm pulse surges and Jenna’s breath sucks in sharply, her blue eyes wide and staring with an intense unblinking startled mixture of pleasure, fear, confusion, desire and naive lust.

The thick, rigid black magic wand that is the superior African penis surges virile, dark swimmers through his enormous weapon deep down into Jenna’s unprotected womb - flooding it with centuries of rich African seed. His swollen cock head pushes against Jenna’s tiny cervix and she responds instantly thrusting her hips up and grinding her mons against his black haired pubic bone.

The hidden dream of every white girl deep down in their brain is now played out in vivid technicolor. The millions of emancipated African swimmers confidently race through the Fallopian tubes and circle Jenna’s one precious Caucasian egg - the hunter has found it’s prey; now ready to storm forward and pierce it.

Thousand years of pure, white on white breeding ends willingly with the moaning and screams of Jenna pinned under her new Black master’s hips…his rough dark hands mauling her petite white cotton lace 32 A cup padded bra with the pale pink bows on her flat chest. She wants him to pull it up so she can feel his fingerprints on her sensitive nipples…hard now like tiny pink pencil erasers.

Jenna has betrayed her race and religion. This race traitor bell cannot be un-rung.

The sweaty African boy pushes his body up on his long arms, muscles glistening under his taunt ebony skin as he withdraws his still firm cock from Jenna’s red and swollen pussy….her vaginal lips desperately gripping this thick tool trying to keep it inside of her for the afterglow, but he has no interest in Jenna’s feminine emotional needs. He took the satisfaction his superior hormones desired. Jenna is simply another stupid white cunt like all the other suburban bitches who listen to hip-hop, dress like whores, decry their white privilege and embrace multiculturalism. It is good to be a Black king today.

He rolls out of Jenna’s parents beautiful master king bed, slips on his jeans and faded tshirt and sneakers without socks…glancing at the thin trail of cum and pussy juice his heavy cock left on the cool tan satin sheets and pillows. He turns and walks out the door as Jenna sits up in bed instinctively pulling a damp sweat stained sheet over her naked body and even automatically covering her simple white bra…her eyes and mouth wide open, searching for something. Confused, she calls Jamal’s name once, twice, three times, but he has gone…the back door downstairs closing with purpose.

Jenna wraps the now cold, wet sheet around her white skin and a quick shiver convulses her body and makes the fine white hairs on her arms stand up with goosebumps. Five bewildered minutes pass like five hours and then she senses something….her mottled pussy gaped open from the black cock starts to drip….slowly at first and then a steady stream of black sperm mixed with her pussy juice begins to slide down onto her parent’s bed sheets.

Fear of getting caught seizes Jenna’s white girl mind and she slides out of her parent’s bed…her cunt leaving a thick stream of African DNA across the edge of the mattress and dripping on the plush carpet as Jenna darts to the master bathroom and hovers above the toilet. She feels a strange mix of fear and satisfaction as the cum load steadily oozes out from her shaved vagina into the water….it seems like it will never stop. Jenna’s fingers spin the soft white toilet paper roll to wipe her pussy and she can’t help but think of the tiny cum loads she has seen inside the used condoms discarded alongside her parent’s bed. Her white racist father must only squirt a few drops from his weak little dick…the comparison to Jamal’s overwhelming cum load makes her smile to herself. Now she knows the truth.

Jamal’s sweat is drying on her inferior white skin as she attempts to wipe her tender pussy lips clean and while she starts to cry missing Jamal she decides not to take a shower so she can smell his manhood on her the rest of the day. Jenna walks slowly back into her parent’s master suite and finds her matching white cotton thong with the pretty lace flower detail and slides it up her smooth shaking legs and looks into her Mother’s floor length dressing mirror.

Jenna had worn this cute white bra and panty set to impress Jamal, but he never even looked at it. He just ripped off her panties, threw them on the floor and licked her clit to prepare her for his pleasure. Jenna started to cry again and another wave of Jamal’s black sperm flooded her panty crotch, soaking the gusset dark and wet….my God she thought through her tears…how much do black boys ejaculate?

Now a dark African parasite is growing in Jenna’s 16 year-old womb, drawing it’s energy demands from her white ancestors. Giving the growing baby boy the strength it needs. Many call it racial mixing - but it is really more racial overwriting. Black genes are simply just to strong and Jenna’s white genes submit to African bondage inside her tummy. Bye Bye blue eyes… Hello brown ones. No more pale weak white skin, the man growing inside of her body is dark and brown…black really. Freckles are fading. The blond hair Jenna’s ancestors nurtured thousand’s of years is turning black and curly instantly.

Jenna has ended her family’s white bloodline in one moment of conscious lust for a superior Black cock and the sperm it could offer her toned athletic body. It was natural….and as Jenna watches her flat chest swell to a sagging 34 D cup, her aureolas grow large and dark, her once tight white track star ass become wide, fat, soft and fleshy she knows she is destined to be a single mom with a black kid….and she knows her thickening curvy body will easily attract the next set of black men she will want to fuck. Her parents will babysit her black baby and she will be bred repeatedly by strong black cocks of men she does not know. Jenna has now submitted to the BNWO.

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Days had passed and I had not received a phone call, or email, not even a text from Anthony. He was mad at me for not meeting him at the club when he wanted.

I was frustrated until Rainey advised me to offer my ass as a compensation. I hesitated at first since I was still an anal virgin and since he has a horse cock i knew he would destroy me. But I was frustrated and after learning how much black guys love fucking white asses i realised it was the only way to get him to talk to me again.

After i texted him my offer, he agreed and told me he will meet me on sunday at the resort. I was going with my husband this Sunday but i knew that he will be gone for couple of hours on his friends new boat. So i would have time for being Anthony’s bitch.

Sunday had arrived, after we finished church we went home changed and headed to the resort. We arrived and I texted my bull informing him of my arrival. After about 20 minutes I heard Anthony’s voice greeting my husband. I stood up and greeted him. “Its nice meeting you again Mrs.S.” he looked at me with an evil smile on his face.

He was so gorgeous and he intimidated my husband who immediately tried to get Anthony’s attention away from me by inviting him for a drink with his friends at the pool bar. All the resort staff knew about me and Anthony But no one tells my husband anything they just look at him and smile you know which type of smile.

After a while my husband came back to our sunbeds took his things and told me hes going with his friend on his boat. As soon as he left I headed immediately to Anthony’s bangalow. His nude body loomed over my own as I laid on my back on the bed. My eyes admired his arms , his six pack abs and his marvellous god cock. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I damn near melted. His tongue was soft, his lips were soft too.

I closed my eyes and could taste the remnants of the mouthwash he had just used. His hands cupped my neck. Anthony’s hands were soft, yet strong. I lost my nervousness for a moment and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him even closer as we kissed.

He took his time slowly touching and feeling my body as I just laid there, enjoying every touch. I was on fire. I loved his touch and kisses. He spent a long time, just kissing my body tenderly from my head down to my toes. He did not miss a spot on my body, he touch and kissed and licked me everywhere from head to my toes.

I loved watching him suck on my feet. He seemed to enjoy himself very much feasting on my body. His first touch on my pussy was enough for me to almost have an orgasm. I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest. It was beating so fast. I could not wait for him to put that big hard cock inside me. I spread my legs slightly so he could explore lower, he ran his fingers down to my pussy lips.

He took the tips of his fingers and stroked my soft outer lips as gently as he could. Oh my god I was loving this. I moaned. He barely penetrated my lips, they were so wet his fingers easily slipped up and down their inner full length.

My pussy was soaking wet as he stroked my lips. I was going crazy I wanted him inside pussy bad. “I am ready, I want you now.” I said. “you have to be nice and wet so I can fit this big black dick of mine in you nice and easy.“ He said with a glare.

His voice stern,. masculine. All I heard was big black dick in me. I moaned again softly and said “yes your big black dick in my pussy please.” I was begging. Anthony smirked at my respond. It was exactly what he was wanting to hear. He pushed the head of his dick in but pulled it out.

The fire in my pussy was ablaze now i was begging him to put his cock back in. But he didnt he was just teasing me “ That isn’t what we’re here for today” he said as he turned me onto my hands and knees. He slapped my ass and sent me lurching forward.

I looked back at him and sneered. Pushing my ass higher into the air and putting my face sideways on the pillow, I jiggled my ass side to side. Now I was taunting him. His fingers slid inside of my drenched pussy. He rubbed my swollen clit for only a brief moment to tease me before rubbing my own juices on my asshole.

I knew exactly where this was going. Not Having anal before made my body tense up. He could sense it as he rubbed more of my juices on my back door. "Calm down, bitch.“ He cooed as he slid an index finger inside. My asshole was tight and the feeling of his finger only caused discomfort. He watched my eyes clench shut and my mouth too.

He rubbed the head of his black cock against my asshole. He pressed very, very slowly. I felt my asshole being stretched wide and it was a feeling of pain and discomfort. I let out a whimper of pain and clenched my eyes shut. He removed his cock and with his fingers he went inch by inch inside of me.

I couldn’t help but to whimper and gasp as I felt my back hole being stretched wide by his long big black fingers. He was able to work 3 fingers all the way in me. He worked his fingers in and out of me. Picking the pace a little, this went on for next 10 minutes or so, I started to enjoy getting my ass finger banged.

He very carefully worked 4th finger in. He only pushed in about an Inch or 2 in. ” I think you are ready for this dick now”. He put his cock in my wet pussy and shoved it in me with a few deep strokes before pulling it back out. He grabbed his slick cock.

Anthony guided the head of his cock to my asshole. He placed the head of his cock next to my slick asshole and began to push in slowly. He looked at me with a determined look and pushed some more. I felt the head of his cock slowly slip into me. I was biting my lower lip from the pain. My eyes rolled to back of my head. “ OH MY FKN GAWWD. U’RE SO BIG” I screamed out as his thrusts became rough.

He beat into it with no remorse. My body rocked back and forth and he grabbed my hips tightly, forcing me to eat his cock up with my now burning asshole. “Oh, hell yeah. You like that don’t you, slut?” He asked between heavy breaths and groans of pleasure. I managed to moan. “Y..yes.” Tears formed in my eyes as my asshole became red.

The burning feeling didn’t seem like it would go away. Then suddenly I noticed him slow down and pull out. I was surprised for I hadn’t thought he came yet. Nope. Different position. I should of known. He sat down, his back against the wall, and patted his lap. I thought he wanted me to ride his cock with my pussy which craved his cock. But as I got on top of him he pulled me forward, closer to him, and slowly set my asshole above his black cock’s swollen head.

Once more my asshole was forced to eat his entire rock hard cock. He held my hips again and lifted me up and down. "Come on bitch. Ride it.“ He groaned. Wanting to please my man I did just that. My knees rested on either side of him and my hands pressed into the wall above his head. "Oh daddy!” I screamed after a long moan of discomfort.

My eyes were closed but the tears managed to continue to fall down my cheeks. I was panting, trying to ignore the pain in my back end. One of his hands reached up to grab my throat. He kept moving me up and down and I followed.

My hips moving in circles as well. His other hand went between my legs and in between us. His index finger found my swollen clit and relentlessly he rubbed. His finger moved fast and pressed hard into my clit.

Next he shoved his index and middle finger inside of me. I moaned loud. Without realizing it I began to ride his cock even harder. I screamed loud as I felt that cock stretch my asshole even more. I moved up and down, enjoying the pain mixed with the pleasure.

And to make matters better his thumb continued to massage my clit fast and hard. It wouldn’t be long till I reached my climax. Another three minutes of pain and pleasure mixed anal sex, I felt my legs tightening. I closed my eyes and moaned loud and long.

My body began to shake, my legs twitching, my thighs tight. My pussy began to pulse around his fingers “ Ohhhh gawddd yesssse" I yelled as I began squirting. I could not believe it i had an orgasm from getting fucked in the ass and it was the first time in my life that i squirted.

Just as I did I felt Anthony tense up too. His body also needed release. I could feel his cock stiffen and he wrapped his arms around my waist, letting his load shoot up inside of my back door. I collapsed on him i couldnt move and for a while i was unconscience.

I woke up after a bit by his big palm slapping my face. I couldnt move or walk i barely dragged myself to the shower limping. Anthony got dressed and helped me lean on him to be able to walk to go wait for my husband. When suddenly my husband appeared in front of us.

“What happened to you he exclaimed ” “ Well hello bossman. Man Youve been gone for a long time. Mrs.S slipped by the pool and hurt herself so i was taking care of her and entertaining her until you came back.” Anthony responded.

“ Why thanks Anthony. Honey are you ok ?” My husband asked “ yes im better just a bit sore”. I replied Before leaving Anthony shook my husband hand then turned to me “it was pleasure spending time with you Mrs.S . We should all get together sometimes and get to know each other.” He said as he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

My husband was pretty quiet heading home. I knew he was jealous and suspicious but would not let himself ask.

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A story from @plussizemom about going anal. I talked her into it! Enjoy!!! She did have ha!

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How i became an Anal whore.

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I am 18 and from Manchester in the UK. I’m a natural red head with pale skin.

I work with refugees and am a big supporter of Open Borders.

I first slept with a black guy at 14 and my first Muslim at 15. Never had sex with a white boy.

I believe that all white girls should help pay for what there ancestors did to blacks and Muslims by opening our legs and giving them our pussies to use and breed.

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Jennie Discovers Her Path

Jennie Does a Good Deed

Jennie knew that her husband would never agree to such a thing, but he would be gone for two full weeks for work and need never know.

It was understood that there would be just three females in the house, so there were no particular issues with modesty.

A Stranger Arrives

“Oh of course! Come in! Come In! Can I offer you a cold drink? Coors? Oh stupid me! You don’t drink alcohol. I’m sorry.”

“Do you have a guest room for me, dearest one?”

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Jessie posed for her husband as he can home from another long day at work. She knew it was her job to take care of all the house work and please him whenever, and however, he wanted.

That was proving more difficult to do as she continued to swell with her brood.

He had been working overtime almost every night sense she had to take an “extended” maternity leave.

She remembered the night she had begged for him to cum in her fertile womb. She had always been careful, but that night she lost control. She had no idea what came over her, but she had to have all of him, and she milked him for every drop he was worth.

She started showing almost immediately, and when they went to the doctor everything made sense. They figured she must have lost control that night due the her raging hormones. Her body had decided to release not one but four eggs. Then almost miraculously, one of the babies turned to triplets, and another twins. Here she was only 24 years old and knocked up with septuplets!

Her body started changing rapidly and it wasn’t long before she had to leave work. She couldn’t find anything decent to wear, and she liked the idea of being able to rest at home as her litter drained her of energy throughout the day.

Every morning she could feel herself a little rounder and her clothes a little tighter. As her boobs swelled, her husband took notice and couldn’t keep his hands off her.

Now halfway through her fourth month she loved the way her body was changing. She loved feeling the beginnings of movement and the growing lives within her. Even more though, she loved the way her husband looked at her. After she served him dinner in her lingerie or nothing but an apron, he would walk up behind her and caress her swelling mound and breasts.

She would moan loudly as he sucked her engorged nipples. Then she would mount him and ride him until he filled her with his life giving seed.

These past four months had been the best of her life. Every inch, every pound, every tight shirt was an overwhelming accomplishment. She couldn’t wait to grow larger. She was waddling at 4 months and would barely be able to walk in the next 3!

Her goal was clear now. Grow huge babies for her stud, and get herself knocked up even more right after!

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Family Secrets Ch1

As they drove, Mark was nervous and excited all at the same time. He and his girlfriend Erica had been together for almost a year now and this trip wasto be the first time he met her parents. The problem was that the whole trip was set up because Erica’s sister was pregnant and the family wanted to have a get together before the birth. Not just pregnant, but Very, VEry, VERy, VERY pregnant, with quadruplets!

As far as he could remember he adored pregnant women. He remembered being a kid and watching the movie “10 Things I Hate About You” and seeing the girl from the Nickelodeon show “Secret World of Alex Mack” with asympathy belly. He was turrned on back then. His love for pregnant women had only grown throughout the years. And, Jamie, Erica’s sister, was supposed to be huge, and only just beginning her fourth month. He overheard a conversation between Erica and Jamie, and Jamie had said that she was already so big that before too much longer she wouldn’t be able to walk! Now at 5’ 10", brown hair, hazel green eyes, and a 40 D- 28-40, Erica was gorgeous. Mark especially loved her wide"child bearing hips" as she called them. But if Jamie was half as beautiful as her sister and with that huge belly, Mark wasn’t going to be able to keep hiseyes off her.

Erica slept in the passenger seat next to him. God she was gorgeous. He was always turned on by the way the seat belt showed off he ample breasts. He noticed a sign for a rest stop so he grabbed her inner thigh to wake her up. “Mmmm, Hey baby” she said as she stretched.

“There’s a rest stop coming up. I didn’t know if you wanted to stop.”

“No I’m fine, but you look like you could use a little break from the wheel.”

“I’m alright” he said, “but I’m just a little nervous. That’s all.” They had talked a few times about his desire for pregnant women and she was completely understanding. She would even role play sometimes and tell him to make her tummy huge. She would say that she wanted it to swell. But it was all just play. She was on the pill, he knew that. Sometimes it was just hard to separate his desire from reality. That’s why he was so surprised and excited to go on this trip. He didn’t know how Erica would take it.

“I told you baby, everything will be alright, my parents will love you” she said as she put her hands between his legs and massaged his crotch. “And I know you’re going to love how big my sister is” she purred. With that, she slowly raised herself up and pushed her body next to his so that her breastswere firmly pressed against his right shoulder and whispered into his ear, “Maybe someday you’ll be able to get me that big. Hopefully I’ll grow so large that you’ll have to sell this old four door and buy a van so you can carry me around in the back. Now why don’t you slow down to 65 so you don’t have a wreck on the interstate.” Then she unzipped his pants, lowered her head, and began to work feverishly.

He loved road trips.After hours, the trip finally ended. It was great to get out of the car and stretch. As Erica got out of the car she wiped her mouth and smilthe most glorious sight he had ever seen.

Not only was Jamie gorgeous but….“You never told me you had a twin!”

“I don’t.” replied Erica.

“She’s a triplet.” said a voice from behind the wall, and in walked another girl as beautiful as Erica, only a bit shorter with slightly smaller breasts. “Hi, I’m Carrie. I can’t believe she never told you about us!”

“Well,” said Erica, “I can’t let out all my secrets just yet.”

Jamie was stunning. As she walked over to shake Mark’s hand she had a distinctive waddle. Her belly was enormous! It looked at least full term with twins and she was only four months! “Are you sure you’re only four months along?” Mark stammered.

“Well hello to you to. Of course I’m only four months. I’m just having large babies. But, I might have more than four in here. Who knows?” As she said this she just smiled and patted her large tummy. It stuck out at least a foot and a half from her and she was clearly pregnant from behind. She was standing in front of him with mid-thigh shorts on and a shirt so tight that a third of her huge belly was showing. She clearly didn’t have a bra on and her large E cup breasts were spilling out. Mark was in heaven.

“Well (Mark cleaed his throat) where are your parents?”

Erica pulled out one of the new diet shakes she had just started drinking about a week ago and laughed, “This isn’t their house silly. I told you I’m from Tennessee, and last I looked we were in Georgia. We’re at Carrie’s. This is your test.”

Mark was stunned. He had just guessed her parents had moved. “What test?’

"Well,” chimed in Carrie “it seems our sister really likes you, and we don’t want what happened to Jamie to happen to her. When Jamie’s husband found out about our condition he left her. Silly Jamie,” she patted her sister’s belly throwing Jamie off balance, “she decided to wait until this happened to let him know. We have to be sure you’re the one for our sister before she gets too serious. Now take off those pants!”

“W-What?” stammered Mark.

“You see,” said Jamie as she waddled closer to him exposing the curves of her body “the women in this family have multiple and very large pregnancies. So we need to be sure that you’ll still love her when she gets this big. And besides, I haven’t had sex in a long time.” Before he knew it, Erica and Carrie had his pants off and were lowering him onto the ground. He needed no further encouragement. Although he felt weird about his girlfriend having him fuck her sister, his cock didn’t mind at all. He quickly sprang to life as Erica helped Jamie take off her incredibly tight shorts; she was obviously too big to easily take them off herself.

She rubbed her hands up and down her huge swollen belly and smiled. “I’m going to enjoy this, and I hope you do to, for your own sake. You don’t know what you’d be missing,” she said as she grabbed a hold of Erica and the couch as her other sister slowly lowered her onto Mark’s erect and waiting penis. Her warmth could be felt from miles away. As she sat down on top of him he ran his hands all over her swollen body. He couldn’t believe it! Not only was his dream coming true, but it was at the wish of the girl he truly loved. If he did this right Erica would be his forever. Her juices were sweet and flowing out of her. He could feel her as she rocked back and forrth on his cock. Her moans were ringing in his ears as he did his best to please her. Her belly was so large that it was impossible for her to sit straight up. She had to lean back on his bent knees to rest herself. Try as she might however, she was unable to hump him. She grabbed the couch next to her and her sister’s hand for support, and with great straining and moaning able to do it a few times, but she was just to heavy to sustain it. “It’s…huff huff huff…good…uhhh…but I need….Ahhh… you tooooooh pound me!,” she gasped.

Mark saw his chance. He tried to raise himself but he quickly realized Jamie’s belly ended right below his sternum. So, with the help of her sisters he raised the moaning preggo to her feet and directed her towards the couch. “I’ve got to get you out of this shirt!,” he said in desperation.

“Just rip it off…ummmm… it’s way to small anyway. I grew out of it weeks ago.” He grabbed her shirt right below her chin and ripped it off exposing the most beautiful set of tits he had ever seen. Not only were they huge, but nice and perky. In fact, she didn’t have a single stretch mark on her whole body. “Those things are way too full, empty them please, I beg you,” she pleaded.

He immediately began to suck and before he knew it her sisters were milking Jamie for him. “Just rub it in,” Erica told him, “It’s the best tit lotion in the world, right next to cum. You better give me plenty of both before long.”

When he had his fill he laid Jamie on the couch with her feet on hisshoulders. Her tits bounced off each other and her belly as she climaxed. “OH!Mark. YES YES YES! FUCK ME HARDER; COME ON… OH GOD, OH God. FUCK, YOUR GOO…AHHHHUHH UHH UHH!”

He drilled her harder than he had ever fucked Erica. He was so hard he could have fucked his hugely pregnant partner for hours, but when she finally climaxed again he had to release.

“Put it on my belly Mark. Spray your load all over this huge belly of mine. I want it to drizzle down all over these huge tits!” With that he came,and came, and came. He gave her all he had, just how she wanted it and with that, they both passed out in ecstasy.

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Family Secrets Ch2

When he awoke he was laying next to Jamie’s huge tummy. What a great day it had been! He walked into the kitchen to see Carrie drinking one of Erica’s diet shakes. “Don’t tell her” she said, “I’m going to start a diet too I think. I want to attract the man of my dreams before long, so I can be like that. Oh, Erica’s waiting for you in the back yard.”

Erica was sitting on the patio swing when he saw her. She grabbed him by the balls and began to stroke. She smiled coyly as she said, “You were wonderful.I have a great surprise in store for you…”

Jamie finally awoke later that evening. She waddled into the kitchen where Mark and Erica were eating dinner. “Boy, you gave me quite a workout” she exclaimed, “Now I know why you like him so much Erica.” She grinned as she patted her large belly. “You know, I might have to use you some more, if my sister doesn’t mind. Do I look bigger to you?” Indeed she did, but Mark just satat the table and smiled. He couldn’t believe his luck. How had he ended up with this wonderful girl? He couldn’t really remember, she was just there in his life one day. That was it. And since then, everything had been wonderful. Jamie sat down at the table. “I’m famished!” she exclaimed. “These things really take a lot out of you.”

“I was just getting up. I’ll get you something.” Erica headed to the fridge and opened it up. As she pulled out her sisters large meal she quickly did a count of her diet shakes and realized a few were gone. “I wonder what happened to them” she thought. “Oh well, I guess I just miscounted.” She closedthe door, served her sister and finished off her last shake. She grinned at Mark with a seductive grin, “I think it’s time you and I have some time alone.”

Mark didn’t have to hear it twice. He got up as quickly as he could and headed off to his and Erica’s bedroom. She was usually a foreplay girl, but not tonight. She wanted all of him and as quickly as he could give it to her. Herbody was waiting for him. As she entered the bedroom she quickly shed all her clothing, reavealing her ripe luscious body for his taking. She had known he wast he one from the beginning. First he would glance at pregnant women trying not to be noticed. Then he started talking about having a large family, and after that, he confessed . She loved it. She knew she had found someone to share her blessing with. If only her sister had been so lucky. “Take me Mark.” I’m finally yours to be everything you want. I want you to fill me with your seed and have babies grow inside me. I want to be as large as you can make me, and I know you want that to.“ With that she dropped to her knees, but quickly realized he didn’t need much encouragement.

"I thought you were on the pill.”

“I’ve been off that for weeks.” She withdrew her lips and laid down on the bed. She held her legs just underneath her knees and positioned herself right in front of him. “I’m ready and willing. You should take me now while I’m still ripe.” At that, Mark went to work. He had never been so excited. He would finally be able to make her what he wanted her to be. Just his huge pregnant lover. “We haveall night to enjoy ourselves; just be sure you do a good job. I don’t want to have to wait another month.” There love making continued for hours as Carrie came home from the gym.

“Hey Carrie, how was your workout?” asked Jamie..

“Oh, not bad. I got a few good looks but no prospects. Are you bigger Jamie!?”

Jamie patted her even larger middle and giggled, “I think so, he does good work.”

“Well, I’m going to sleep, holler if you need anything.” Carrie didn’t know Erica was using her bedroom and if Carrie hadn’t had her iPod on she would have heard Erica’s screams.

“Oh God baby, let me be on top. When I’m as big as my sister I won’t be able to ride you, so let me do some of the work now.” Erica stradled her lover as she rocked back and forth and thrust her vagina onto his waiting member. He was so big. She could feel every inch of him deep inside her. He had already cum several times, but she wanted more, she needed more. She wanted to be so big she could hardly move. This was her dream come true. This is why she had been drinking her “diet shakes.” She wanted to make sure the effects of the pill wore off and wore off quickly…Then Carrie walked in.

“Uhhh, Uhhh. Come on baby, give it all to meeeeeuhh. I…want…your babies,tooooons oooof theeeeem. Make me so huuuge I can …ungh…barely waddle.Come oooon…fill me up…with your baaabiiies…..

"Oh shit sorry guys!” Carrie blushed but was obviously turned on. Seeing her sister being fucked so hard to get pregnant and loving every minute of it made her drip. She wanted it to. Luckily for her, Erica was in a sharing mood that night. Maybe it was all the orgasms or maybe she just knew.

“Come on in,” panted Erica as she climbed off the erect and dripping penis of Mark. (He didn’t know he had so much in him) “I could use a break, but I think he is still going strong.” Carrie was very modest at first but Mark broke her free of her reservations,and clothing. For his girlfriend’s twin she almost looked better. Her breastwere wonderfully perky and bounced happily as he entered her from behind. She held onto the headboard as he drilled her. “Make me huge!” she cried. “Do it hard, I waaant iiiit AAAAALL!” She cried out in orgasms as he shot his seed inside her. For the rest of the night, Mark was filling them both up with his ever potent cum, trying to give them both the huge pregnant bellies they so desperately wanted.

“Good boy..Knock mee upp…keeeep iiiit COOOOOMIIIING!!” Carrie screamed out as shereached another climax. God, he was so good. As she and Erica fell asleep that night stroking Mark’s very exhausted penis they couldn’t have been happier.

Mark awoke to find all three sisters incredibly happy and He knew he had done well. When he sat down at the breakfast table Erica stroked his still sore cock and said, “We’ll have to keep you around. You’ll be mine of course, but Ithink Jamie needs you to.”

Jamie just smiled contently as she patted her growing tummy. Her button up shirt was obviously too tight for her. The buttons were barely holding on. “I think I’ve grown a lot since yesterday. I can’t even sit up straight anymore. Maybe you put some more in there for me. I hope you did.” Mark couldn’t believehis luck.

As Carrie came downstairs Erica asked her if she wanted anything. “NoI’ll be alright,” Carrie answered. “I’ll just have one of your diet shakes.”

“MY WHAT!? Don’t tell me you’ve been drinking those! They’re not diet shakes. They are fertility drugs. I’ve been drinking them to reduce the after-effects of the pill! Oh no Carrie, what have you done? On a normally fertile women those drugs would have humongous effects, and with our condition…”

Mark just smiled as he realized how much fun the next 9 months would be.

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I would love to be able to surprise a guy like this. He fucks me raw and leaves me without a second thought, moving away and then he comes back to town and I get to waddle up to him and just stand there, miserably pregnant and full of his babies and with my accusing eyes say, “Look what you did to me. You left me with two bastards in my belly. You wrecked my life.”

And this is where, instead of getting scared, he smiles and realizes that seeing me ruined like this, seeing that he made me a mommy when he knew I didn’t even want to be, he knows that he’ll marry me. Not out of love, but because he refuses to let anyone else stuff babies in me but him and he loves seeing me like this, well breed and remembering my place in the world: to make him cum and then make that cum into babies for him.

It’s just the start of an existence where I’m constantly pregnant, and he loves showing off his knocked up wife to everyone, he loves showing off just how many babies he’s made me bear him.

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I knew you were fertile when I first bred you. You were desperate for affection when you let me come inside you. You were a perfect vessel for my seed. The hardest part was staying away for so long to make you completely dependent on me.

<p> When I finally came back, you were perfect. You had swollen huge with my babies and your need for acceptance meant that you would never say no to me.

<p> I bred you whenever I wanted from that point on. I made you crave my seed inside you. I only come in you when you are fertile or already swollen with my children. Otherwise, I cum on your flat belly or make you finish me with your mouth. The deprivation makes you beg for me to fill you and give you another litter.

<p>It is so fulfilling to make you waddle next to me swollen with twins nursing another while you are pushing 4 more in a stroller with another 3 trailing behind you.

<p> You proudly flaunt your swollen middle to everyone we meet because you know that you being bred is the only thing that keeps me around. You will continue to grow huge with my offspring until I’m done.

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Aaron walked in the door, tired and beat from a long day at work. He heard music coming from the bedroom and after setting his jacket down followed the noise.

Ali stood in the bathroom curling iron in hand and dancing in place, she wore a tight white dress, short and sleeveless. “Hi honey, do you like this dress?” In a confused tone he replied “Ummmm yes” she smiled in the mirror then made a flirty kissy face. “Do you like this lipstick?” he replied “It’s very red and yes I like it.” She smiled and began to curl her hair. “I’m lost babe, are we going out?” She glanced over “No! I’m going out, you’re staying home!”

“With who?” Ali kept focused on curling her hard and in between rolling up sections she informed Aaron of the situation. “DJ called me earlier today and we’re going to a club, he wants to show me off he said, I’m eye candy!“ He wasn’t happy but knew he wasn’t going to do anything to change her mind. "I know things have changed but you’re still my wife and I need to be involv…” She cut him off “you need to support me and help build my confidence, you wanted a hot wife, you got it! I do this for you, you wanted this. He wants to go out so I’m going out…with him. We can discuss this tomorrow…go grab my heels, the new red ones on the bed.”

He shuffled off to get the shoes, “new shoes? New dress? Is that lipstick new? I thought we were saving money? …. "We are, I cancelled the golf club so we’re saving a ton right there, so my stuff isn’t a big deal. He was not surprised but didn’t like it, he gave her a look when he handed her shoes…

"The golf club! Dammit Alicia!”

“I want you home more anyways, you can work on the yard.”

“We pay people for that”

“Not anymore we don’t”

“Damnit Alicia”

“Shhhh”

She stepped out of the bathroom and walked over to view herself in the mirror, she checked herself out from all angles. The working out was paying off, the dressed hugged her curves and showed a lot but kept some secrets.

“Maybe I shouldn’t wear panties’

"You’re still my wife you’ll wear panties!” Aaron’s voice stiffened with a mock sense of authority.

“Honey I wear the sexy dresses in this family and I’ll decide on the panties.” … “You wear a cage around that useless little limp dead piece of meat between your legs and I do whatever I want! …"is that clear lil man?” Her tone was quick and sharp.

“Yes Ma'am” he whimpered

“Aw baby you wanted this, don’t be sad. You can wear my panties if I leave them behind. Besides we both know I’ll make them all messy and they’ll end up off soon as possible. DJ’s taking me out to a club, to show me off, all of his friends are going to be there, I need to look hot, you know like a hot wife.” Checking her self out ol in the mirror she smiled and added “go get my heels from the bathroom and check your attitude.” … “DJ’s going to love this and his friends too…” She walked over to the bed and sat down.

Aaron approached heels in hand and knelt at the foot of the bed as Ali signaled him to do with a perfectly manicured hand. She reached for the shoes and said bluntly “no panties, he’s going to take them off anyway.”

“Please Alicia, what if people see you, you’re my wi…” Slipping on her heels she reminded him, “I’m your wife but he’s my man, I’m going out with him not you, I’ll wear two pairs of granny panties when I’m with you” … She laughed “and you can’t take them off!”

Aaron lowered his head…

“aw baby I want to be extra sexy for him, we’re going dancing at a club and then maybe an after party, I want him to be proud. I want to be his hot sexy white girl, he’s my tall lean dark skinned man, he’s so sexy. DJ deserves a sexy bitch, I’m his sexy bitch, you wanted this.

"Yes but not on dates, you’re going on a date, your my wi…”

“STOP!” “I’m his girl, his woman… everyone will know, they’ll see me in his arms and know, they’ll know that he’s my man, that I don’t say no to him…they’ll know he fucks me, that he’s going to…DJ says he likes to fuck women in the bathroom, that’s slutty, I don’t want to do that…but if he wants to …well…what should I do?

"Please don’t you’re my wife, what if someone I know is there?” What if they see you”

“Oh if they ask I’ll explain it all, how you cheated on me so I get to play now, how you can’t get hard unless you’re watching interracial porn, how you wanted this, how you’ll eat his cum out of me when I get home”

“Please don’t”

“maybe I should wear panties after all, I’m getting so wet thinking about him.”

She lowered her panties and then slipped them all the way down to her ankles. Then spread her legs for Aaron for the first time in months

“See? See how wet he makes me?”

Aaron stared “yes Ma'am”

“You never make me wet like this. Oh he’s going fuck me so good. You know I look hot”

“You do Ma'am”

“That’s better, now you be good and I’ll tell you all about it in the morning after you make breakfast. Ok lil man.”

“Yes Ma'am”

“good boy, I’m going to wear panties just for you, because I’m your wife…say thank you”

“Thank you Ma'am”

Aaron eased up at this news.

“Ok great I’m ready now and DJ should be here” she checked her phone…“honestly I was happy when I married you and didn’t have to dress up and go on dates anymore, it’s a hassle. DJ though that’s different…he’s here” she put her phone down and slipped off her heels.

“Follow me to the door, stay behind me and don’t speak unless I say so… She stood up and grabbed his balls firmly…

“Do NOT embarrass me!”

She headed to the door Aaron following right behind her not understanding any of it but keeping quiet. Alicia opened the door and asked DJ to come inside, then lead him to the living room.

“I’m almost ready babe”, she signaled at Aaron to kneel by an easy chair. “Please sit down DJ, I promise I’m almost ready, my lil man will get you something to drink if you want…” She started backing her way back to the bedroom.

“Aaron ask him if wants anything and behave or I’ll spank your lil balls with a wooden spoon;”

She turned around and left them alone, in the room she sprayed some perfume on and slipped her heels back on and checked herself in the mirror one last time, she was taking her sweet time loving the vision of Aaron on his knees next to DJ in the easy chair, she let the moment linger for a few minutes more.

Finally she reentered the living room, “ok I’m ready, how do I look?” She stood straight up and turned slowly.

“You look beautiful, you’re going to drive all my friends crazy”

She smiled at DJ, good I want to make you proud. She looked down at Aaron…

“You need to clean the bedroom and the bathroom, change the bed for me and my guest and do the dishes before you get on the computer and watch your BBC porn, is that clear?”

“Yes Ma'am” he sheepishly muttered

“Speak up”

“Yes Ma'am”

“Better” … “Don’t wait up, we’re going to be late”

“And do as I told you to or I’ll spank your balls…”

“With a wooden spoon!” Came out of nowhere as DJ cut her off and began to laugh while they made their way to the door, Ali began to laugh too as she opened the door.

“if you ever want to watch me spank his lil useless balls just let me know, it’s fun.”

“I can’t believe I’m going on date, to a club.”

“It’ll be fun baby” DJ told her,

“They have great bathrooms in this place too”

They both giggled. Ali reached up then whispered something to DJ, then the two stopped in place. Standing in the open doorway for all the world to see..

“Are you wearing panties?”

“Yes, my husband made me

"Take them off”

“Yes sir”

Ali leaned into him and held on while lifting a leg and then sliding her panties down and then repeated the process on the other side, she began to step out of them when DJ lifted her up…

“Damn they’re wet”…“I guess you like me!”

“I do like you, you’re my man!”

DJ lowered her and squeezed her butt before letting the door shut behind them.

A continuation of Liz and Ali, it’s a tease of where the story is going. Check out #LizandAli in my library.

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This one was hard to get but I got it. She’s a friend of a girl I talk to and part of her reason for going black. I had to talk to her because the story was hot. My friend gave me a clue and I got her to tell me her first time BBC story. She’s told me a lot more btw. So enjoy the Dickening. She’s also Savannah from His Best Friend, it’s in the library. @raineys-library

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Most people prepare for a weekend at the lakehouse by buying swimsuits, food, maybe liqour, you know the necessities. I prepared by spending a thousand dollars on sexy and well kinda slutty clothes, I bought heels, boots, push up bras, dresses, and big hoop ear rings because he wanted that. It’s all my daddies money anyways so what do I care, it was fun because it was mostly the kind of clothes I’d never wear because it’s so slutty but for him I’d do anything

I was preparing way before that though by riding a dildo at my friend’s house. A big black dildo, I guess I’ll explain myself…he sent me a dildo through the mail, it was big and black like him, he wanted me to get ready for him, to be prepared.I would use it and let him watch on the internet. I would go to my friend’s house because I didn’t want my parents to catch me. I’d send him videos of me using it. Or let him watch live, I used a chair, like an office chair and I’d put it on the center and I’d ride it and pretend it was him. My bestie knew everything and his parents never came home early so I was free to just ride it and “prepare” for him. I also worked on my gag reflex with it, I wanted to please him and not look like a dummy who can’t suck it right.

Him is Jayce by the way, my soon to be lover and my first ever. I was always attracted to black men, always! I remember watching a movie on TV when I was a teenager and there’s was a hot black guy and he hooked up with a white girl and that was it for me. “Ringmaster”, it’s a Jerry Springer movie, it’s a dumb movie but I always looked for it on HBO. I was thirteen and I knew then, I ended up masturbating furiously that night to him, to the black man. That never left me, I’ve been attracted strongly to black men since then but never did much about it until the lakehouse.

I was a school girl you see, I didn’t get much attention, I only talked to the black guys when I tutored them. If they only knew how much I wanted them, how much I masturbated thinking of them in my bed or watching porn. I was too shy and nothing ever happened, not even with white boys and yes I watched a lot of porn, a lot of BBC porn. My God it was so sexy.

One night when my brother just happened to leave his Yahoo or AOL account open, I don’t remember anymore but I saw that he has been talking to a black man and I started talking to him. Jayce, I made him my friend, we talked for over a year, I want you to know that. I was still in highschool and he was over 30, 36 I think and he was careful with me at first. We became close friends and I trusted him and he trusted me and finally we agreed to meet. To hook up, I told him I was a virgin and that’s when he bought me the toy, I think he knew he was going to be too much, he must of known. I’m so happy he did that.

I decided I’d use my parents lakehouse, no neighbors, and it’s huge. We’d have the whole place to ourselves. It was perfect, looking back it was so perfect. I think I made a lot of noise that weekend and only us two and the creature’s of the lake know about it…until now. Actually I know I made a lot of noise and the bed did too. My parents lakehouse has everything, big TVs, big comfy beds. I was so excited waiting for this weekend, of course I kept quiet about it. Jayce is a bad boy I guess because he was like 36 when it happened, so he’s not a boy. He came from a tough area, a “hood” but he’s not ghetto. He was so nice to me and he liked that I was a good girl.

The weekend finally came and I was a nervous wreck. Thank God I had borrowed a Xanax from my mom, without her knowing of course. He knew how nervous I was so he chilled and we drank some wine. We talked and natrually we talked about sex, then he asked me to twerk for him. When I used to send him videos if me riding the toy I also sent him videos of me twerking. I practiced to get it right. He told me used to jerk himself to it and I liked that, so now he wanted me to twerk live, so I did.

It didn’t take long, soon he told me that he was horny and made me go over to him. He didn’t say a word when I got there, he just pushed me to my knees and I asked if I could see his dick and he pulled it out. He pulled it out and it just stood straight out, all hard, and the color, it was beautiful.

I giggled and smiled, he liked that. Then I asked if I could practice what I had learned. Then I touched it, just to take it all in,

that made it all so real. I put my hair in a ponytail, he was really impressed, I could tell he loved that. l had learned a lot from practicing on the toy. He was so excited, like he was squirming in his seat as I put my mouth on it.

He grabbed me by the ponytail and started forcing me to go down on him. I wasn’t ready for it but I did it. He started to make me go quick, I mean he started to go really quick after a bit.

I don’t know how I knew but I could feel he was going to cum, he just got tense and the whole moment built up. He was moaning and groaning, and then he shot it right into my throat. I swallow it all, I’m not going to lie, that was kind of hard. My lack of experience came out, he said I made a face. I did have trouble getting it down, but I did it. He didn’t even have to tell me to do it, I just wanted to for him.

I knew he’d take a while to go again so I went to slip into something a lil more comfortable, by comfortable I mean slutty. I bought it just for him. It was cut so high that the one time I wore it out I had to wear jeans underneath, like if I bent over you could see all my stuff. I wore a push up bra too, big hoop ear rings like he likes and curled my hair like he likes and no panties… you guessed it, like he likes. This was all so different for me because my parents made me dress conservative. He liked it, he made me twerk again, he got a good look at all my stuff!

Twerking worked because he quickly walked over to me and picked me and began to carry me to the bedroom. I was facing him and I wrapped my legs around him. He took me to the bed, I was still so nervous even after Xanax and wine. I was beyond wet, I was leaking, he touched my leg, I think he wanted me to relax since I was visibly shaking. He took off his shirt and pants, and came to the bed, he lifted up my dress to see my pussy, he didn’t have to lift much of that tiny dress though. He told me I had a pretty pussy, I liked that, he stepped back and removed his boxers.

He was rock hard again and OMG it was beautiful but I just got more nervous and was almost in tears. I mean I had this so built up in my head, and now I was about to lose my virginity to this rock hard older man. He knew my experience or lack of it so he told me he’d do all the work. I was just laying on my back, legs spread starting at him, at it. He got on the bed and came towards me and then he touched my pussy with the tip and I lost it. I had to stop him and I rolled away to my side while clenching my legs together to fight an orgasm, I don’t know why I did that but I just I didn’t want to cum like that.

I rolled back over and apologized, and he did it again, this time he got the tip in and said “I hope you’ve been practicing like I told you to” and then he just shoved it all in, and I closed my legs tight and sayed “ oh no stop!” but it was too late and I completely lost it and had the first real orgasm of my life and I couldn’t believe it but I squirted a lil, I didn’t know I could.

I don’t know if it was all the build up to the moment but I did it.

He gave me a few seconds to recover then he began to do his strokes and it kind if hurt but not bad, it felt good too. Then he put my feet on his shoulders and began to work, full length strokes, like slammin’ it into me. I was screaming like a crazy woman, OMG!!! I took it though, I didn’t try to stop him anymore. He told me he was giving me “grown man dick” the blow job was quick but this time he went for a long time…he did me in all kinds of positions too!

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Part two should be out next week and trust me it’s all action from now on.

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GUIDE FOR WHITE EUROPEANS TO INTEGRATE WITH MUSLIMS:

There is a saying “Two tigers cannot live on the same mountain.” It means that in an area, there cannot be two very strong personality people leading. Just like in a mountain, there will only be one king, one leader. Muslim men are virile and muslims in general are indomitable. If one is dominant then other has to be submissive or at least adaptive. The white Europeans should learn from Hindus who have managed to live fairly successfully with the Muslims. It was very late in the history (12th century) when the mighty muslims went to India and ruled it so we know more about it. Hindu women flocked to the Muslims and white women are doing it today and of course more openly. Hindu women gave away their bodies to virile Muslim men and made them settle in India. They also helped them in spreading their mighty seed. In fact where ever the Muslims went women flocked to them, some even wanted to be rough fucked by them. The trend still continues which surprises many men out there why their women are sucking muslim dicks? As opposed to men women have evolved to use deception which is their most potent weapon. Women’s fundamental nature is to go to real men and muslims are the most manly. Its very natural for a girl to go to a muslim man.

Muslims men are very carnal with huge sexual drive and they are also very good at seducing other women. The best way to integrate with the Muslims is to give them your women or encourage them to go to Muslim men. The hindu kings of the past gave their daughters to Muslim nobles to make peace and friendship, an offer that Muslims always accepted. Muslim love having sex with kufr women even though most of them won’t say it openly. White men should never stop their girls from going to Muslim men. If you can keep Muslim men happy via your women more than half the battle is won. David Cameron was not an idiot to say this “It is the mainstream Britain which needs to integrate more with the Muslim way of life, not the other way around.” White women are more intelligent and are doing exactly that and white men should help them for the sake of coexistence. Obviously you cant make everyone happy there will always be a few people like this one below who would object but for the greater good it is necessary.

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