"Urp861_1.txt"
                       Slut wife, inter, preg, MMMMMMMM/F

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                              Black Man's Cum Dump
                                   Mr. Jones

      Several letters I've read in contact magazines have dealt with
interracial pregnancy, and many of the writers have said they would like to
hear from similar people. After reading the letters and at my husband's
suggestion, I have decided to write to you.

       At the age of 29 and after four years of marriage, my husband and I felt
it was time to add some spice to our lives. My husband, Larry, is very aroused
by interracial sex, and we had fantasized about it many times when we fucked.
Then Larry began suggesting that I start fucking black men. The idea wasn't a
turn-off to me, but I didn't know how to go about finding the men, since I
wasn't into the bar scene, etc. Some of the black men where I work as a
secretary were constantly hitting on me, but I had always turned them down. It
was flattering to be considered attractive enough to get their attentions, but
up until this time I hadn't been looking for a black boyfriend, or any
boyfriend.

      Some friends from work threw a Halloween Party, and Larry and I were
invited. Larry hardly knew anyone who would be there, but we went for the fun
of it. He dressed as a sheik and I went as a harem girl. Larry picked out my
outfit and I felt a little embarrassed by it, but wore it anyway. It had the
pantaloons and a very small bikini under them, and a top that was just as tiny.
I have a good figure that I am proud of, but my tits are big at 38D, and my
waist is quite small, which only accentuates my big tits. But I think I have a
nice ass and legs, and Larry said I looked gorgeous.

      The party was a lot of fun, and as the night wore on we danced away. The
black guys from work were there and they loved my costume. When I danced with
them, each wanted a quick feel, which they got, and it only made me horny. I
told Larry about it and he just encouraged me. By this time he desperately
wanted me involved interracially, so everything seemed perfect to him.

      Later in the evening I found myself sitting on a sofa with Todd, one of
the black men from work. He had come as a Calypso dancer, wearing thin cotton
pants with a drawstring and a cotton shirt. We laughed and talked, but all I
could think about was Larry's (and my) fantasy. Todd put his arm around my
shoulders at one point and drew me closer. When he kissed me his tongue went
into my mouth and I accepted it. We turned to each other; his hand went to one
of my tits and felt it up. Nervously I put my hand on his crotch and felt an
enormous cock swelling there. We kept kissing and I was getting even hornier,
thinking of that black log under my hand. Slowly, Todd maneuvered me over until
I was on his lap, my legs straddling him and his cock pressing against my
pussy. I had to put my hands on his shoulder to steady myself and Todd opened
my top. My big boobs tumbled out and he fondled them, stroking each tit down to
the nipple. He began gyrating his hips under me and I felt that cock growing
harder.

      "Let's fuck," he whispered into my ear. I wanted to, really bad. But I
wanted Larry to know it. I reluctantly pulled myself from Todd's lap and went
to Larry, who had been watching. As a matter of fact, most of the people there
had been watching! I told Larry what Todd wanted.

      My husband smiled at me knowingly and nodded. "Right there," he said.
"Now." I looked around at the people watching me expectantly.

      "Do it, do it," some of them said, almost in unison, and it quickly grew
into a chant. I looked at Todd, who was sifting there returning my stare. I
pushed my pantaloons and bikini down, stepped out of them and handed them to my
husband. Some people applauded! Nude from the waist down and with my tits
hanging out, I went back to Todd.

      "Fuck me," I said to him. I opened his pants and pulled out his cock. It
was everything I thought it would be - big, thick, long and charcoal black. I
held it in my hand, enrapt by the size and thickness. I straddled Todd's lap
and he held my waist as I sank down on his dick. When it entered me I couldn't
believe how good it felt. My pussy opened up like it had never been opened
before. I sunk all the way down on it and we rocked into a fucking motion. Todd
brought both my big tits to his mouth and sucked them between his thick lips. I
just leaned my head back and rolled my hips.

      When I looked down all I could see was my hairy cunt and his black belly.
Someone said, "Is he really in her?" Todd's hands pawed my ass cheeks and he
lifted me up enough for everyone to see his cock stuck up my pussy. And as I
tumbled up and down with my ass crack splayed, refreshing air cooled my sweaty,
winking asshole.

      We fucked and fucked. With a groan Todd closed his eyes and thrust up at
me. I felt his warm sperm jetting into my cunt. It just kept spurting and
spurting. Standing out erect, my clit ached. I bounced up and down on his lap
until he had emptied his load into me. When I finally got off of him, semen
hung from my open pussy and waved back and forth between my thighs. But I
hadn't cum clitorally, so I began to rub my clit. I sat there like a brazen
slut, legs wide open, sperm-filled pussy gaping for all to see, rubbing my
clit.

      "She's still horny," someone said, and ribald laughter broke out. I
didn't care, I wanted to cum.  "I'll take care of it," a voice boomed, and I
saw Barry, another black guy, move toward me.

      I looked to Larry, who was watching me, his cock in his hand. "Can I?" I
mouthed to him, and Larry nodded.

      Barry took my hand and brought me to my feet. "We've got to do this
right," he said and led me up a stairway to where the bedrooms were.

      As soon as I was on the bed my legs were spread. Barry rubbed his cock up
and down my open pussy and then slid it in. I felt wonderful, filled with black
cock. He fucked me hard, holding my white ass cheeks and grinding into me. I
couldn't get enough. I wrapped my legs around him and my hands dug at his black
ass. His cum was shortly added to Todd's.

      But no sooner had he withdrawn than I felt another set of hands opening
my legs again. A third black stud had entered the bedroom and was now about to
fuck me. I offered no resistance. A fourth fucked me and then a fifth. Larry
told me that a line of black men waiting to get between my legs had formed at
the bedroom door. He said that eight or nine different blacks had had me, and
that when I finally came down the stairs holding the hand of the last black
man, my belly and thighs were smeared and wet with cum, my pussy hair was
matted with thick jism and stuck to my skin, and my pussy was a sloppy mass of
oozing sperm. I don't remember. I just know that I loved the sex and the very
idea of being fucked by a bunch of black studs.

      In the following weeks I went out with several of the black men at work
and always ended up fucking them. By late December I found out I was pregnant.
I also learned I had been knocked up at that Halloween party, but I had no idea
whose black baby I had in my white belly. The evening of the day I found out, I
lay in bed with Larry, jerking him off slowly as we talked about my interracial
sex. I finally got the courage and said, "I'm going to have a baby." Larry
looked at me. "I'm pregnant," I said again, "And the baby is definitely black."
Larry stared at me, his cock growing hard as an aluminum baseball bat. I told
him again about what I had learned.  With a deep groan, my husband shot a huge
load that flew several inches into the air before covering my hand.

      Larry insisted I have the baby. I agreed. But he also insisted I continue
to date and fuck black men. I more than enjoyed the black cock I was getting -
by then I felt like I was "addicted." My belly became big and swollen and my
already big tits grew even bigger. Larry stopped cumming inside me because he I
loved to have me jerk him off over my heavy, bulging belly. He began calling me
his "whore wife," and was ecstatic to have his very own "interracial whore."

      His whore wife had her black baby last July. Naturally, many people we
knew were taken aback. Some stopped seeing us completely.

      I had wondered what my sexual desires would be after having a black man's
baby. I wondered the same about Larry. I can honestly tell you that nothing has
changed. I still date and fuck black studs, and I have a steady black boyfriend
now. His name is Garry and he is hung massively. That's how I chose him. I am
wonderfully and delightfully fucked several times a week by him.  Interestingly
enough, he wants me to have his baby now. My husband is excited beyond belief.
He considers my cunt and mouth a "black man's cum dump," and loves for me to
jerk him off as I tell him how much I like interracial sex. He always wanted a
filthy fuck pig whore, and now he feels totally fulfilled. I have willingly and
enthusiastically agreed to be a black man's cum dump. For me there is simply no
other alternative.