  Inter.  Impregnation.
  
  A NIGHT TO REMEMBER
  by 
  BP
  
  Exhausted from solving a client's problem, I stopped at a motel, only two hours
  from home.  After eating dinner, I called my wife, Debbie, and told her I'd be home the
  next day.  While she was disappointed that I wouldn't be home that evening she agreed
  that if I was too tired to drive, spending the night at the motel would be better for me. 
  
  Intending to go to bed early, I hopped in the shower.  However, the shower revived
  me enough that I decided to get my lap top out of the car and get a head start on my
  report.  While I was relocking my car, a car pulled in next to me.  Then to my surprise,
  three big black men and a cute blond, got out of the car.  Although I was standing next to
  them, one black man openly felt up the blond.  The blond pushed her boobs into the
  man's hands and cooed softly.  A moment later the second man (they looked like
  brothers) lifted the blond's dress and fondled her butt.  She tilted her head and kissed him
  passionately.  The third man, who had been driving, chuckled and suggested that they
  take Kathy in the room, as he flashed me a smile.  Kathy giggled and wiggled away from
  the two black men as the driver opened the door next to mine. 
  
  As the motel door closed behind the four of them, I stood dumbly, trying to
  understand what was going on.  After telling myself that she seemed comfortable with
  the black men, I returned to my motel room and set up my lap top.  No sooner had I
  started working on my report then I heard soft moans coming from the next room. 
  Instantly, I knew that Kathy was getting gang-banged.  My next thought was wondering
  how a petite woman like Kathy could handle three big black men.  Just as the vision of a
  huge black cock stretching a white pussy flashed through my mind, I heard Kathy cry
  out.  Although the intervening wall muffled Kathy's cry, I believed that it was more of a
  cry of passion then pain.  I imagined that her cry was caused by a big black cock
  stretching her little pussy and that thought, made my cock twitch.
  
  After several minutes of very faint sounds coming from the next room, I scolded
  myself for eavesdropping and turned my attention to working on my report.  Two words
  later, I began noticing, faint grunts in time with soft rhythmical bumping.  I didn't need
  much of an imagination to know that Kathy was getting royally fucked. 
  
  Over the next hour, the volume of Kathy's moans and grunts rose and fell like
  waves on the ocean.  I wasn't sure if the changes in volume were caused by the men
  taking turns or if Kathy was having multiple orgasms.  Just when I was convinced that
  they were taking turns, Kathy screamed loud enough for me to hear her beg her lover, to
  knock her up.  Immediately, my cock jumped to full hardness and I secretly hoped that
  her lovers would succeed. 
  
  Suddenly all sounds stopped and I found myself wishing that they weren't finished. 
  A few minutes later another loud cry from Kathy, answered my wish.  Jumping out of my
  chair, I pressed my ear to the wall in time to hear Kathy beg to be fucked.  Judging by the
  energetic thumping of the bed against the wall and grunts from Kathy, one of the black
  men, was answering her plea. 
  
  By the time the third guy started fucking Kathy, I had my cock in hand, desperate
  to relieve the pressure in my balls. With my ear pressed against the wall and my eyes
  closed, I stroked my cock in time with Kathy's grunts.  When her moan's, reached a
  crescendo, my cock gave a mighty lurch and huge globs of my sperm went flying.    
  
  Having relieved the pressure in my balls and thinking the gang-bang next door was
  over, I washed up and slipped into bed.  Not ten minutes later, Kathy was grunting and
  moaning.  All night I would doze off only to be awakened by Kathy's, renewed grunts
  and moans.  About seven in the morning, I awakened to the sounds from next doors. 
  With renewed images of big black cocks ravaging white pussy, I drug myself into the
  bathroom to shave and get dressed. 
  
  As I began putting my stuff in my car, the door to their room opened and the oldest
  of the three black men stepped out.  To my surprise, he did not bother to close the door,
  allowing me to clearly hear Kathy's grunts and moan's.  Unable to contain my curiosity, I
  looked past the black man into the motel room. Even in the dim light of the motel room I
  could see a black butt rise and fall as a pair of white legs pressed against it.  The older
  black man, stepped toward me and softly asked.  "Are you cool with this?"
  
  Without taking my eyes off the humping black butt, I nodded yes then asked in
  awe.  "Is she really letting, you guys knock her up?"  
  
  "Yeah.  Her old man gets off on her being black pregnant.  This will be her third
  time."
  
  For the first time, I looked this man, in the eyes.  He smiled and asked.  "Do you
  want to watch?  My son, TJ is taking his last poke at her."
  
  I don't remember answering but a minute later I was standing beside the bed as one
  of the sons pumped his huge black cock deep into Kathy's belly.  The sight before me
  was much more impressive then my mental images. 
  
  Placing his hand on my shoulder, the older man said.  "Kathy!  You've drawn an
  audience.  Show him how much you like being black gang-banged."
  
  Kathy opened her eyes and smiled at me.  "Hi, do you like seeing a white gal, get
  black pregged?"      
  
  Spellbound, I knelt at the bedside and for the first time I saw the many love bites
  on her boobs.  For several minutes the only sounds were those of sex and Kathy's grunts. 
  Seeing me still staring at her, Kathy cupped her bruised boob and asked if it bothered me. 
  Unable to speak, I nodded "no." She smiled and asked.  "Are you excited about me
  getting knocked up by my black studs?"
  
  As if the wet spot my leaking cock was making wasn't enough of an answer, I
  managed a smile and a breathless, "Yes."
  
  Noticing me still staring at her jiggling boobs, She held out her hand to me and
  said.  "Does it excite you to see what they have done to me?
  
  I thought for a minute then answered. "Yes.  But won't your husband be upset?" I
  asked, noticing her wedding ring, as I took her hand. 
  
  "Oh no.  Danny loves what Leroy and his sons do to me.  In fact this will be the
  third time he has asked Leroy to breed me.  Whenever my love bites start to fade away,
  Danny will arrange for Leroy and his boys to take me out on another 'date'."  She said
  with a smile.
  
  "Does it hurt to be fucked by such a large cock?"
  
  "Yes, at first, but I welcome that pain, then when I get used to it, it feels even
  better." She said as her body was rocked by TJ's intensified  thrusts. 
  
  Kathy turned her head and looked into TJ's eyes and asked.  "Are you going to be
  the one to knock me up this time?"
  
  TJ laughed and said.  "Sweetie, you've got so much sperm in your belly, that you
  are going to have three babies, one from each of us.  Isn't that right Mike?" 
  
    The other brother hopped on the bed and sucked part of Kathy's boob, in his
  mouth.  Kathy tilted her head and kissed Mike on the head before moaning and saying. 
  "Oh yes do it hard.  You know that it makes my pussy drink more of your sperm."
  
  Kathy tensed and emitted a howl from her very soul, squeezed my hand. TJ
  rammed his hips hard against Kathy's hips then kept his cock pressed deep in her pussy
  as he quivered with a climax that I was sure was pumping more sperm into her womb.
  
  The two of them lay there resting for several minutes before TJ slowly pulled his
  still massive cock from Kathy's sperm filled pussy.  Leroy leaned in and softly told me to
  look at Kathy's pussy.  As I focused on her very swollen, sperm-coated, pussy lips and
  the gaping hole between them, Leroy asked if I wanted my wife's pussy to look like that. 
  Noticing the teeth marks on Kathy's pussy lips and all over her inner thighs, I told him, I
  would but Debbie might not like it.  Leroy laughed and told me that all white chicks like
  to be marked when black studs are breeding them.  Leroy then pointed out the tattoo just
  above Kathy's pussy.  There in small letters I saw.  
  
  "BBC Bred
   5/1/2002, 
   5/1/2003"
  
  I glanced at my watch and noted that today was 5/1/2004.  Turning to Leroy, I said. 
  "It sure looks like you've got her again."
  
  Leroy laughed and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the thickest cock I had ever
  seen.  Turning my head, I watched as Mike nestled the massive head of his cock, between
  Kathy's swollen pussy lips.  Suddenly, Mike rammed his cock into Kathy.  As Mike
  bottomed out, Kathy grunted and closed her eyes.  Several minutes later, Kathy blinked
  away a few tears and asked me to hold her hand.  For most of the next hour, Mike used
  his massive cock to pack his brother's sperm deep into Kathy's womb while Kathy
  experienced a multitude of climaxes.  When Mike finally climaxed, Kathy howled and
  then went limp.
  
  Mike kept his cock pressed tightly into Kathy for several minutes before slowly
  pulling out.  As Mike rolled to his side, Leroy came over and stuffed a large inflatable
  plug into Kathy's pussy.  Grinning, Leroy, handed the rubber ball attached to the plug to
  me and told me to squeeze it until Kathy's belly began to swell.  Kathy seemed oblivious
  to what was going on although she did moan softly when I felt her tummy.  
  
  Standing behind me, Leroy told me that the plug would hold the sperm in her
  womb until her husband took it out, next weekend.  Still staring at Kathy's plugged
  pussy, I said.  "Do you think you might be interested in knocking up my wife?"
  
  Leroy chuckled and asked if I had a picture.  Getting to my feet, I fished out
  Debbie's picture.  He took the picture from my trembling hand and showed it to his sons
  before saying. "Give me a call and we can talk about it." Having said that, Leroy wrote a
  phone number on the back of Debbie's picture. 
  
  
                         CHAPTER 2
                              
  
  Later that day, over dinner, Debbie asked me how my trip went.  After telling her
  about work, I told her about what happened at the motel, leaving out a few of the details
  of my participation.  She got a far away look in her eyes and was silent for several
  minutes before saying. "Would you have been as excited if you had seen me, in that
  motel room?" 
  
  Noting that there was no indication of her approval of my voyeurism in her voice. I
  pointed out that people would talk if they saw us with a black baby.  Debbie agreed but
  then she pointed out that I never paid much attention to what others thought.  I reminded
  her that Leroy and his sons love to leave a trail of love bites and swollen nipples and
  clits.  Debbie gave me a strange look and said.  "She deserves to have her clit and nipples
  as swollen as possible.  They might have even been too gentle on her."
  
  Stunned by Debbie's response, my raced to think of the correct response.  Debbie
  gave me a strange look and asked.  "Did you just get "turned-on or did you get really
  excited?"  Before I could answer, she said. "From the way you spoke, I think you wished
  that you were Kathy's husband." 
  
  I wanted to deny that she was right but the wet spot in my pants and the deep red
  blush on my face gave away my true feelings.  However, I said, nothing and changed the
  subject. 
  
  Two days later I found a calendar laying on top of my dresser.  At first I didn't
  understand the meaning of the p's and o's.  However when I looked at past months it
  dawned on me that this was a record of Debbie's periods.  The significance of the o's
  eluded me a bit longer.  Finally I realized the o's represented the day she ovulated.  Oh
  my God.  I knew when Debbie was to be fertile.  Was she telling me, on purpose? 
  Turning back to this month, I noticed that her period came toward the end of the month. 
  Then when I turned to the following month my chin almost hit the floor.  There before
  me was a day marked with an o and on that same day was the note, 'meet L ?'.  I was
  stunned.  In the years that we had been married, I had learned that Debbie didn't like to
  talk about sex and would never tell me what she liked.  If I did something she didn't like,
  Debbie would gently push me away.  The one time, I gave her a hickey on her neck,
  Debbie scolded me for acting like a school boy.   Was this a hint about meeting Leroy?
  
  
  Still, I was nervous about calling Leroy.  After all, I had to consider the probable
  result of Debbie meeting with Leroy and his sons.  If they are successful at impregnating
  Debbie, we will have the responsibility of raising a mixed race child.  As that though
  danced around in my brain, I reminded myself that seeing a white woman with a mixed
  race baby wasn't that unusual. 
  
  In bed that night, Debbie surprised me by initiating sex play and made love to me
  with much more passion the usual.  The next day at work I had a hard time focusing on
  my work.  I kept getting flash backs to the sights and sounds of Kathy being bred.  When
  I got home, Debbie greeted me warmly and told me dinner wouldn't be ready for almost
  an hour.  She then suggested that I take a shower and relax.  Although I thought her
  suggestion was a bit strange and was surprised that dinner would be so late, I went to the
  bedroom.  
  
  As I walked into the bedroom, I noticed Debbie's diary laying open on the bedside
  table.  In the past, I had never touched Debbie's diary but now it was laying open,
  inviting me to look. 
  
  Picking up the diary, I read. 
  
            "When Bruce first mentioned his encounter with the white woman
            being black bred, I was a little shocked.  However, after I thought
            about it, I admitted to myself that I've had a secret fantasy about
            being gang-banged by well-hung blacks.  The idea of being
            impregnated by a black man excites and scares me.  Am I willing
            to deal with the prejudices of some?  How will this affect my
            child?   If I were put into a meeting with Leroy and his sons I will
            come home with a black baby in my womb.  It is also likely that
            they will cover my torso with signs that they have bred me in an
            orgy of lust.  If Bruce were to find out how I feel would he have
            the nerve to decide to succumb to our lusty fantasies and set up the
            meeting?"    
  
  
  Setting Debbie's diary back on the table, I staggered into the shower.  As the hot
  water pelted me, I realized that Debbie had thrown the decision on me.  How well would
  I be able to deal with the snickers and snide comments made behind my back?  Am I
  willing to admit that I have been cuckold?  How far into the cuckold fantasy did she want
  me to go?  I didn't find the answer in the shower but when I returned to the bedroom
  Debbie's diary was gone and Debbie had laid out my bathrobe.  She had given me part of
  her answer. 
  
  
  
  In bed later, when I attempted to have sex with Debbie, she  pushed me on my
  back, faced my feet and straddled my head.  As she lowered her pussy to my mouth, she
  took my cock in her hand.  She said.  "If their cocks are as big as you've said, I'll bet this
  is the only way she can get her husband off."
  
  Debbie lowered her pussy to my lips and took my cock in her mouth.  To my
  surprise, she sucked my cock with more passion then ever before.  However, I was really
  surprised when she swallowed my cum. 
  
  
  The next day, I called Leroy.  His first question was to ask me, if I was sure that I
  wanted to raise a black baby.  I answered by asking if he minded if I watched. 
  
  After we decided that it would be up to Debbie to decide what Leroy could do to
  her.  He assured me with a chuckle, that they would only give her what she could take. 
  Before getting back to talking about when and where, Leroy said I should show Debbie
  lots of love and affection during her first breeding.  I assured him that I would and we
  quickly agreed to meet in the same motel on the day Debbie had selected.  
  
  
                         CHAPTER 3
                              
  
  In bed that night, I casually asked Debbie if she would like  to meet Leroy, June
  ninth.  She kissed me and asked where.  I kissed Debbie and told her, we would meet in
  the restaurant next to the motel.  Debbie pressed her boobs against me and said.  "I guess
  it would be a good idea to leave my bathing suit home."
  
  After giving her a kiss, I whispered.  "I told Leroy that we would be spending the
  whole weekend."
  
  She kissed me again and moved over me.  As she lowered her pussy to my mouth,
  a string of girl juice drizzled across my face.  Would I like licking Leroy's sperm from
  Debbie's pussy?  Did I really want to see Debbie's creamy soft flesh marked by her black
  studs?  Right then I didn't have the answers but I did know that what ever happened, I
  would still love and support Debbie.
  
      
  
