Barebackiing

"Barebackiing" an erotic sex story by Molly Hagen - Jun 8, 2005 - From Interracial stories

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I was forty nine years old and my sex life had
been nonexistent for more that seven mouths and
I felt such a need to have my desires satisfied.
Leon was a black guy who for more than a year had
been after me to let him bye a drink after
work. I finally throw my female common sense to
the wind and said yes. It was 1952 at the time
and it was not socially executable for a white
women to be seen with a black man unless she
was willing to except the being called a “nigger
lover” if she were found to be hanging out with
black men. I was forty-nine at the time and was
still having my customary visitor every mouth. I
was  just as regular as clock work.
Leon took me to what he allude to as a balloon
room: I didn’t know it at the time but a
ballroom meant a bar were it was safe for men and
women to smoke (pot or a joint)
marijuana the ballroom he took me to was on the
south side of Chicago, it seamed mostly
populated with black men a few black women and no
white women till I walked in.
Leon order us drinks and rolled me a joint, I
never smoked before, so he told me how to smoke
it and how to inhale it. It was not long after
that first joint that I had a really big decrease
in my
social inhibitions. “Some people who are shy in
social situations who turn to marijuana to
loosen up, frequently end up making fools of
themselves and doing things that they
later regret.” That was me that night, After just
two drinks and a joint I became a first
class whore for a group of black men I couldn’t
keeping track of time, and it seamed like
I had a short-term lose of memory.

It wasn’t long after my second drink and the 
finishing of my  first joint and starting on a 
second
joint  that Leon started to undress me as we were 
standing at the bar. I felt his hand move down
my front, pressing against my body as he moved,  
down toward my crotch my vagina. My
breath quickened as he started to undo the 
buttons on the front of my skirt  that held it 
together.
When he got to the last top two button’s he quite 
and pulled it apart so my leg’s became
exposed to public view. Then with skill and 
slyness of a fox on the hunt, Leon  grabbed both
sides of my panties and gently pulled them down, 
sliding them off my hips and easing
them down past my thighs, knees and letting them 
drop to the floor. Then with my help he
slipped them  over my angles and free of my 
feet.. They became  a prize, like a trophy,
something that should be on display. Leon placed 
them on the top of the bar for all the guys to
see and take a whiff of. I could feel cool air 
wafting by the newly exposed portions of her
flesh, flesh that should be covered and hidden 
away. 
I t was now or never, I had a small window of 
time to act, to say no, to turn back before
it would be too late. It was the only time in the 
evening that I gave thought to the fact
that I was married.     
     
When Leon want to work on the button’s of my 
blouse I reached a point of no return, no turning
back, no say “NO I don’t want to do this!!” one 
at a time he slowly unbuttoned each button. All I
had on for undies were my panties and my bra 
along with some nylon stockings held up with
garters. My crotch bush was dark brown and it 
began  to dampen I could feel the moisture as it
formed between my legs.
Leon must have rounded up ten or eleven black 
guys he knew and told them that it would be ok
for them to dance with me and play with my body. 
The alarms in my head were screaming,
realizing what would happen if I let this 
continue. The thought of Leon or some other guys
ravaging my body made me squirm with sexual 
desire and forbidden passion. The thought of 
black guys fucking me was driving me up the wall.
I couldn’t help but feel a strong lustful 
unrestrained desire start to rise at the thought 
of having
illicit sex and receiving so much spunk  into my 
fertile womb the risk of conceiving a black
bastard child all made me squirm with some 
unrevealed thrill. The scent of my wet crotch 
reached Leon’s  nostrils making his shaft hard.
Leon and his nine of his buddies took me to a 
shoddy motel where they divided the ten dollar
cost for a room.
I yelled now for them to fuck me, faster. 
I wailed ““Ohhh my god, I’’m already guys. Give 
it to me, come on baby, hurry up now! Ohhh,
ohhhh, oh my god! 
My womb is opening I can feel it opening for you 
guys. Ohhh, ohhh, yes.
I was yelling at tem  now.  Ohhh, ohhh! Was all I 
could get out of my mouth as one of the guys
slamming into me full force, his balls banging 
against my upturned ass so loudly that I could
hear the sound of flesh pounding against flesh 
and I realized that in a moment he would be
reaching his climax, his  strokes were becoming 
erratic, and almost savage, brutal pounding at
a furious pace. Then I yelled”” Ohhh, ohhh, right 
there! Yes, yes, right there baby! Your
cockhead is going into my womb. Ohhh my god! 
Please now! Please now baby! Give it to me
now!
As he ended his climax he fell on me with all his 
weight. He was totally exhausted. I said for him
to just keep it in me. “Keep it in me love. Don’t 
you dare pull out yet!” 
I wanted all that lovely cum way up inside me, 
flooding my womb. I want to feel the sperm
swimming up my tubes seeking out the fertile egg 
there. Ohhhh, ohhhh, ummmm, it feels so
wonderful inside me. I can almost visualize the 
insemination taking place soon. Please my love
hold still, let’’s let nature take it’’s course. 
Let all those sperm get as deep in me as they 
can. 
About twenty minutes pass before the guy got of  
me and another one took his place between
my legs.. I felt the stranger's weight on top of 
me, felt the thrust of his dick sliding in and
out of me. I felt his cock poke at my cervix, I 
knew that I was vulnerable and fertile,
knew that soon another stranger would flood my 
womb with his potent semen, semen
loaded with sperm. I was fucked by nine black 
guys, and one white guy,  the owner of the bar
where we had gone. There were several more that 
jacked off in my mouth and on my body.
Five weeks passed and I knew  that I was 
pregnant, when I could no longer hide it from
my husband he insisted to know the whole store so 
I told him.
The transformations my body was going through 
during these first eight months of pregnancy
left me quite speechless at times. I had been 
extremely fit before I started carrying the child 
and
at forty-nine years old, I felt I was still young 
enough to take the entire nine months in an easy
stride. Was I ever wrong!
By the time the third trimester was coming to an 
end, my body didn't seem its own anymore. My
breasts had mutated into what I could only 
describe as sagging, milking bags. They weren't
sagging, in all honesty, but they sure as hell 
weren't as firm as they had been, even though they
had grown quite a bit.46dd.  Even muscles I 
didn't know I had were sore constantly, but 
nothing
was more painful then my back. Every day, my back 
hurt more and more. It was horrendous.
But all of it, the over-sized and over-sensitive 
breasts, the leg cramps, the back pain, everything
would have been fine if it wasn't for my tummy: 
it was huge. My belly had grown more then seemed
possible. I knew why though, and the idea of 
giving birth brought me immense joy, but it wasn't
being pregnant that depressed me, it was how I 
looked pregnant. I felt hideous, fat. Sometimes I
would even cry at the sight of myself naked in 
the shower. The fact that my husband walked out
one me that didn’t help matters. Leon was happy 
that UI was pregnant and made sure I knew how
beautiful I looked pregnant. He also took care of 
me and became my best friend. And lover. 
It was time for me to give birth.  Leon was 
fucking me when my water broke. I was having my 
baby
at home. I  sweated, squeezed and screamed. I was 
pregnant ok,  I had three bastered in my belly
to give birth to. The babies were born a little 
white girl and two black babies one a girl one 
boy. The
midwife tied the cords and put the babies white 
girl on my breast to feed.. 
It was  about three weeks and Leon and friends 
were fucking me again. They sucked my milk filled
breasts, I had so much breast milk that it hurt. 
I had to be relived every three hours. My lovers 
would
make me get on hands and knees, then ehey would 
pull my on my tit milking me like a cow,
squirting my milk into a pan. 
My black lovers  would get drunk on beer and have 
wild sex orgies with me. After a while tow
mouths  they made me  pregnant again.

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