Leon was a black guy who for more than a year had been after me to let him buy 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 cunts.
I was forty-nine at the time and was still having my customary visitor every month. I was just as regular as clock work. Leon took me to what he alluded 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 ankles 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 these black cunts 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 they 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 they made me pregnant again...
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