Nick awoke with a start and a jolt of adrenaline. The bunk was shaking, a deafening roar filled his ears. Had there been an earthquake? A tornado? An explosion?
As he blinked his eyes in the dim gray light, a follow-up rumble rolled through the cabin, causing his foggy brain to begin to process that there had been an extremely close lightning strike; thunder was the culprit behind his awakening. Last night’s pleasant sounds of rain against the roof had been replaced by loud, aggressive pounding of what sounded like sheets of water pummeling the surface overhead. The wind outside was loud, howling against the cabin. It definitely would not have been an enjoyable night in the little tent.
As his heart rate began to return to normal, Nick took stock of the situation. It was morning; exactly how early in the morning was difficult to ascertain, give the obvious reduction of light from the raging thunderstorm. The lantern was still very dim, so no one else appeared to be awake yet. The cabin interior was cool, but not overly cold.
As he relaxed and took in a deep breath, Nick detected the strong aromas of sex lingering in the cabin air. Damn, Tina must have really been turned on last night if the smells were still so prominent! He supposed that she had been awfully wet…
With his mind still a little addled by the sudden interruption of REM sleep, it took Nick a few moments to process that something was amiss. Finally, he realized that Tina was not curled up beside him on the bunk. Then, he connected the fact that a small bumping sensation against his hip was not tied to the shaking of the cabin in the thunder – but he only comprehended that fact once it had happened several times.
Puzzled, he strained his eyes to look around the dim interior of the room. Belatedly, he spotted his wife… and when he did, his heart caught in his throat.
Oh, she was on the bunk, all right – but she had slid down in it, until her waist was positioned at the edge of the frame. It had been difficult to locate her in the low light thanks in part to the large, dark body that was pressed down on top of hers. The repetitive bumping sensation was caused by her shoulder being pushed back into her husband in a slow, steady rhythm. The old man appeared to be standing at the foot of the bunk, but was leaning down on top of Tina while her legs were spread wide, with her heels resting on his sizeable ass.
There could be no doubt about it; Zeke was fucking Nick’s wife again. With the revelation came another booming blast of thunder outside.
It occurred to Nick that the old man’s face was nuzzled down close to his wife’s; he appeared to be murmuring in her ear. She gave a soft, quiet moan in reply, then the hermit placed his lips against the brunette’s. The way she opened her mouth to receive the kiss, then began moving her jaw in obvious response, was more intimate than Nick was comfortable witnessing; he felt his stomach roll as a result. And yet, beyond any sort of reason, the smaller white man felt his penis becoming rapidly erect in response to what was going on.
Eventually, the kiss ended. When it did, the large man raised himself up so that there was plenty of space between his body and the brunette’s. He glanced up in the bunk and made eye contact with Nick. A smirk crossed the dark, broad face, but the old hermit never interrupted his slow thrusts.
“Ya man is awake now, miss Tina,” Zeke spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. “Seein’ as how his dick is hard, I reckon’ he’s lookin’ ta enjoy da show.”
Tina gave a small moan in response, but otherwise seemed fully engaged in the moment; she made no effort to turn and look for her husband.
Zeke looked down between their bodies to where the two were joined. Nick couldn’t see from his angle, but he knew what it looked like, with his wife’s small labia stretched tight over the dark invader of Zeke’s thick penis. Momentarily, a grin belied Zeke’s thoughts.
“My, my… dat never gets old,” he observed. “I do love seein’ dat little white pussy a’ yourn stretched over dis big ol’ black dick.”
“Oh God…” Tina moaned. “Oh my God…”
Instead of his typical powerful, mechanical thrusts, Zeke was using long, slow motions. The large man would pull almost every bit of that thick tool out of the smaller women, pause briefly, then slowly work the entire length of his oversized cock back inside of her. Each time, she would groan softly as he embedded his full length in her vagina.
“You really does like bein’ so full, doncha?” Zeke asked in a teasing tone.
“Fuck yes…” she breathed. “So full. So MUCH. Fuck so GOOD!”
“It ain’t just dat, is it?” the hulking man asked with a smirk. “Anytime I say anythin’ about you takin’ a black dick, dat really do it for ya, don’ it?”
“Oh God,” the brunette panted. “Yes… it… huh… God it does….”
Zeke shook his head. “So why is dat?” he asked after a few more thrusts. “I know fo’ sho’ dat you two ain’t no racists. Dis got somethin’ ta do wid dat daddy a’ yourn, an’ what he thinks??”
Nick startled at Zeke’s words. The old black man might be plain spoken, but his insight was cutting. Hell, Nick himself had really never thought about a possible connection between Tina’s response and her father’s attitudes until now.
“Huh… I was always taught that good girls don’t go with black boys,” she answered shyly. “It’s… ah…. just not done.”
Zeke chuckled, a low rumbling sound in his thick chest that was nearly muffled by the rumbling of the storm outside the cabin. “An’ here you is, comin’ all over dis black dick again an’ again,” he observed. “I bet yo’ daddy did have a fit when you went an’ had a colored baby. If’n good girls ain’t s’posed to go wid black boys, his little girl havin’ a black man’s baby means you ain’t no good girl, is ya?”
Tina shuddered, her breath coming in little hitches. Nick realized that while it wasn’t the loud, demonstrative kind, his wife was absolutely having an orgasm right now just thinking about the subject.
“Nuh… no,” she stammered. “It means I am a bad girl. I’m… huh… I’m…”
Nick, rock hard dick in his hand, moved to get a better view. “It means that my wife is a slut, Zeke. You unlocked the slut inside of her with that big black dick of yours.”
Tina’s green eyes went wide, then clamped shut as her face tightened in intense concentration. “Huh…. God….” she groaned.
“Dat’s it, missy,” Zeke soothed. “Keep on comin’ on dat black dick. I bet yo’ daddy wouldn’t know what ta think, his little girl losin’ her mind on a big black cock like a slut.” His own expression grew tight, and he abandoned the slow pace of sex for those familiar hard strokes.
“Damn, squeezing’ me wid dat fine white pussy,” he panted as he drove his fat cock inside of Nick’s wife again and again. “Like ya just tryin’ ta milk dat seed out. Ya don’ jus’ want ta be fucked by a big black dick, ya wants ta be filled up wid black cum, doncha?”
“Oh GOODDD,” Tina wailed as her tits jiggled in circles to the time of the big man’s thrusts. “Fuck YES oh God YES give it to me! Oh FUCK ME YES!” The brunette panted frantically, her head erratically tossing side to side. As Nick rapidly stroked his own penis, he was fairly certain that Tina was riding a nonstop roller coaster of orgasms.
“PLEASE!” she pleaded. “Oh FUCK me, oh CUM IN ME, fill me up CUM FUCK give me all of that CUUUMMM….”
Zeke leaned down, grabbed Tina’s shoulders tightly in his massive hands, and gave one final, violent thrust to bury himself as deep inside of the white woman’s vagina as he possibly could. With his testicles seated firmly against her upturned ass, he threw his head back and roared. “NAAAUGH! TAKE DAT NUT, DEN! HAAAHHH…. TAKE ALL DAT BLACK CUM…. HUHHH…. TAKE… HUH… ALL A’ DAT SEED!”
The smaller climaxes were over. Tina’s insemination set off one of her literal breathtaking orgasms; as she bore down on the pulsing cock that had totally filled her cunt, the brunette’s face turned a dark shade of red bordering on purple for several long moments until she drew in a huge breath into her burning lungs. “YES! COMING INSIDE! YES BLACK SEED INSIDE MEEE…” she wailed as she shook, her hands clutching the big black man’s arms tight enough for her fingertips to leave marks on his flesh.
So much for leaving, for Tina taking the Plan B before any more damage could be done. Instead, Nick’s wife had just begged the old black man to fill her unprotected cunt with more of his semen on a day that she was doubtless fertile - and very possibly going to ovulate. Even now, her womb was being bathed in more life-giving fluid that didn’t belong to her husband.
Was she actually trying to get knocked up? His thoughts ran unbidden to how the brunette had looked with her belly swollen with Zeke’s baby, with her hands cupping the heavy rounded form. He knew, with startling clarity, that he was very likely to see the exact same thing again – his wife’s womb growing another man’s child.
A black man’s child.
Groaning, the smaller man shuffled forward as his own orgasm hit, causing his seed to splatter harmlessly against Tina’s cheek before the next couple of shots dribbled into their sleeping bag. Completely mindless of the mess on her face, Tina clutched the large black man tightly, who himself kept his cock buried as deeply as he could inside of the white woman beneath him. No one moved for several minutes, as if they all had some unspoken accord to allow Tina’s cervix to fully soak in Zeke’s semen.
Another deafening peal of thunder shook the cabin from a nearby lightning strike, but no one inside the cabin seemed to notice it at all.
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Nick blinked sleep from his eyes as he scanned the rustic interior of the hermit’s home. The lantern was lit, and he could hear the other occupants moving around. The light outside was much brighter, and the storm seemed to have stopped.
After the early morning sex session, both the Bryants and their host had lain back down to relax; the post-sex hormones coupled with the sounds of the storm had helped them all to rapidly drift off. It now appeared to be late morning; apparently, everyone had fallen back to a relatively deep sleep.
Zeke was puttering around the stove while Tina, apparently heedless of any attention from either of the men, stood bottomless as she frowned while scanning the area around the bunk. Finally, realization dawned on her features as she located her missing leggings where they lay crumpled on the floor on the other side of the room. With a rueful grin, she retrieved the garment with a chuckle and began to dress. As Nick moved to the back door en route to the outhouse, she made eye contact and gave him a wink, as if this was a perfectly normal start to a day of hiking.
Nick tried to ignore the memory of the wave of semen that finally flooded out of his wife’s vagina after Zeke eventually withdrew his massive penis from inside of her earlier this morning, tried to forget the knowledge that the old black man’s potent sperm were surely even now swimming through Tina’s womb in search of her egg. He desperately clung to the idea of the small piece of lilac cardboard in his backpack and what it represented – while pretending that his difficulty urinating was due to typical morning wood, and not twisted, debauched arousal over the thought of the risks they had taken with all of the illicit sex.
The air outside felt overly warm, sticky, and stagnant; between that and the dark gray sky, Nick was convinced that the rains were not yet done. He observed as much when he returned inside.
“You’re probably right,” Tina agreed. “All the more reason for us to get moving soon. We have a lot of miles to cover, and the rain will slow us down, for sure.”
Zeke frowned. “Y’all’s jus’ gonna leave like dat? What will y’all do if’n it storms more? Sure seems like dat’s a comin’. Seems ta me that y’all should jus’ wait a spell.”
Tina argued, but Zeke insisted that they at least eat before leaving; it seemed silly to run off just to set up the backpack stove, or to force themselves to live off of granola, so the Bryants acquiesced and enjoyed one final meal in the cabin. Even so, they were fully packed before long and ready to head out.
“Y’all sure ya don’ want ta stay a bit longer in case da weather turns bad again?” Zeke offered, but when the Bryants politely declined, he nodded. A firm handshake to Nick, one more overly intimate hug with Tina, and the couple were out onto the porch.
“I thank tha both a’ ya,” Zeke offered. “Y’all be safe. Kiss dat little girl for me,” he bade them.
And then, they were gone.
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As the cabin disappeared behind the tree line, Nick raised an eyebrow at his wife. “You sure seemed in a rush to get moving. And don’t feed me any lines about the weather or the miles,” he said.
Tina gave a rueful grin. “Was it that obvious?” she asked. “I just… I just thought that it was best to go on and not spend any more time there.”
Nick was unwilling to let her off that easily. “And why exactly is that?” he asked in a neutral tone.
The brunette’s expression was pained. “Are you going to really make me spell it out?” she asked.
A look at her husband’s face gave a clear answer, so she sighed. “Fine. Nick… I am fertile right now,” she stated. “Maybe more than that. My cycles are a little off these days, but I think that I’m probably ovulating today.” She shook her head. “The damage may be done already, but I’m hoping that between my lower base fertility and the breastfeeding, it might still be okay.”
“And you were worried that if we stayed any longer, you would have had sex with him again,” Nick observed.
Tina froze in place and turned to face Nick. Her expression was earnest. “You know that I would have!” she exclaimed. “He’s insatiable, and I…” she trailed off.
Nick put his hands on his wife’s shoulders. “And you can’t seem to tell him no,” he observed.
The brunette leaned in, resting the top of her head on her husband’s chest for a long moment before looking up. “It’s worse than that,” she admitted in a small voice. After a long pause, she continued, fear in her tone. “I don’t want to tell him no.”
The confession struck Nick like an invisible fist to the gut. He searched for a reply, but couldn’t seem to find the words.
Instead, Tina continued. “It’s not just me,” she pointed out, her voice gaining steam. “It’s you feeding into all of it. Telling him that I want it, that I fantasize about him. My God, telling him that I masturbate to those fantasies, that I want him to come inside of me! That’s private, Nick!”
Nick smirked as he found his voice. “Oh, so me telling him that you touching yourself to those fantasies is private, but you peeling off your pants and spreading your legs for him is… what, exactly?” he observed. “Me saying that you like to think about his cock is bad, but you squealing about how big it is and begging him to fill you with his seed is somehow different?”
Tina’s green eyes flashed with anger for an instant, but it quickly fizzled, and a rueful grin stretched her face instead. “Yeah… okay, that’s fair,” she conceded. “But all it does is strengthen my point. I already can’t tell him no, and then you encourage it, you get off to it… it’s too much. I just thought that we needed to leave.”
Nick pulled her into a firm hug. “I get it,” he murmured. “You are right, like always. I love you, and it’s going to be okay,” he spoke in a low voice.
Eventually, they pulled apart, and Tina looked up at him with a pensive expression. “Even if I have another little black baby growing inside of me?” she asked quietly.
A jolt of adrenaline rushed through Nick’s body. The thought was terrifying, nauseating… and God damn it all, arousing.
He swallowed his emotions and managed a broken reply. “Even if you do,” he answered. “No matter what.”
Tina leaned up and kissed him. The kiss was tender, poignant at first… but it soon grew powerful and passionate, and lasted for several minutes.
Eventually, it ended, and the brunette shook her head. “We are some kind of fucked up,” she observed.
Once again, Nick discovered that he couldn’t find a reply.
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After the little talk ended, Nick looked up and frowned. The sky was quite dark, and the day’s light had taken on a greenish hue.
“Don’t look now,” he spoke, worry in his tone, “but experience says that sort of sky isn’t a good sign.”
The light woods near Zeke’s cabin provided enough view of the sky to reveal a bank of dark, angry clouds. It didn’t take a certified meteorologist to see that a serious thunderstorm was imminent. Indeed, Nick could only recall a handful of episodes in his lifetime when he had seen that sort of environment with the light looking like this, and it had always been the precursor for severe storms.
Unfortunately, Tina was apparently so determined to put distance between themselves and Zeke’s cabin that she seemed almost eager to deny the obvious.
“Maybe not,” she offered hopefully. “Those clouds could have missed us already, and we are watching them move away.”
Nick shook his head. “There’s no way,” he stated with assurance. “Look at them – the really dark clouds are due west of us. They are coming right this way.”
Tina continued to want to argue. “West, east… what difference does it make? How can you be so sure?”
Nick gave a grim chuckle. “The jet stream flows west to east, baby. Storms might vary on angle to a degree – northeast or southeast to some extent - but they always flow in a generally eastern direction in this part of the world; that’s just how it is.” He paused. “Besides, you can feel the wind in our faces while we look at those clouds. That means they are blowing right towards us.”
She knew better than to argue with her husband’s logic on items like this, but she wasn’t quite ready to give up. “Okay,” she allowed. “So, we get some rain. That may not be ideal, but since when has a little rain stopped us?”
Nick shook his head. “I’m afraid that’s more than rain, baby,” he declared. “Any time I’ve ever seen green light with those crazy dark clouds, it has come with hail… sometimes, a tornado. Something about ice in the clouds, if I remember, is what makes that weird color.” He sighed. “We really need to seek shelter,” he declared. “It’s going to be actually unsafe very soon.”
A rumble of thunder punctuated Nick’s words, but the brunette was unwilling to vary from her own agenda.
“Fine,” she allowed. “Let’s get a move on, then. There are bigger trees and rocks near the creek crossing; maybe there’s a cave entrance or a rock shelter that we haven’t noticed before.”
Nick knew good and well that they had never witnessed any such natural features in their previous trips through the area, but Tina was so bound and determined to not turn back that he grudgingly chose to take the chance that they might find something. He hoped that he wasn’t being too foolish in making that choice instead of just turning back to the cabin while they still had the chance.
Fewer than ten minutes had passed when a blinding flash of light filled the air near the Bryants, with a deafening peal of thunder following so close behind that they could feel the impact in the air. As the couple steadied themselves against the disorientation, the scent of ozone filled the air; the lightning strike had been incredibly near to their position.
“There,” Nick called against the ringing of his ears. He pointed at a tree that was terrifyingly close to the edge of the trail up ahead, with smoke ascending from a jagged scar all along the trunk. Lightning had hit one of the trees along the forest border just ahead of the couple. He blinked several times, trying to dismiss the glowing green orbs that had superimposed themselves in front of his vision.
Tina’s face had gone ashen. “I’m scared,” she admitted.
“Yeah, we need to get away from the trees as much as we can,” he replied. “Lighting can travel through the roots – I’ve seen several stories of bunches of cows that died while huddling together under a tree in an electrical storm. Let’s not end up as one of those stories, okay?”
Wordlessly, the brunette nodded, and the two of them tried to bear away from the taller, denser trees.
Naturally, that was when the first of the ice chips began to fall.
“That’s hail,” Nick observed ruefully.
Within a minute or two, the hail had grown larger, denser, and begun to be accompanied by fat raindrops. The impacts against their exposed skin had grown uncomfortable.
“We have got to find shelter,” Nick insisted. “If the hail gets bigger, it could cause injuries. We can get under the canopy to help slow it down, but then we risk possible death by electrocution!”
“We’re about halfway to the creek,” Tina replied. “Maybe we can find something there, a rock shelter, or…”
Nick held up his hand. “We’ve never seen anything like that there,” he pointed out, “and the trees around the creek are big. If we go that far and there’s nothing, then what?” he asked pointedly.
“What are you suggesting that we do?” the brunette demanded from beneath her hood. “The only choices I see are to head to the creek and hope to find some shelter, or head back to the cabin, and…”
As another peal of thunder shook the ground, Nick staggered as a particularly large hailstone ricocheted off of his face.
“Oh, shit, you’re bleeding!” she exclaimed as she reached to his left cheekbone. Apparently, the chuck of ice had been jagged enough to cut the skin on her husband’s face.
Nick shook his head as he applied pressure with his hand. “It stings more than anything, just a scratch,” he declared. “But baby, we…”
It was Tina’s turn to hold up her hand. “You don’t have to say it. I’m sorry, I’ve been an idiot - we have to turn back,” she declared. “There’s no sense in us getting hurt or killed over my stubbornness.”
And so, they reluctantly turned around.
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Zeke was swift to open the door when they knocked, and hurriedly welcomed the waterlogged Bryants back inside the cabin. The rain and wind had set in with a vengeance, setting up an “it’s raining sideways” moment that had yet to fully penetrate the couple’s Gore-Tex jackets, although their pants were beginning to give up the fight. The last couple of hundred yards – especially the dash across the clearing – had left both of them with bruises from the now golf ball sized hail, and Nick sported a small scalp bleed to go with his collection.
“Y’all gets on inside,” the big man beckoned through the opened door. “I knew dat y’all needed ta wait! I’s just glad dat y’all’s okay.”
As they stripped off their packs, Nick started digging out some ibuprofen and gauze, while the hermit began stringing up a makeshift clothesline. “May as well go on an’ start dryin’ dat stuff off above da stove,” Zeke declared.
Nick peeled his jacket off. After taking stock of the situation, he realized that his shirt was essentially dry thanks to the jacket’s protection, but his pants were more than damp. Silently, he unlaced his boots and removed them, then pulled his hiking pants off. As he made eye contact with his wife, she wordlessly followed suit.
Even though he was several feet away when Tina’s leggings came off, the scent of her arousal filling the cabin’s air was undeniable. Her expression remained neutral, so Nick tried to pretend that he couldn’t smell his wife’s pungent vaginal secretions as she joined him in being bottomless.
There was no way that Zeke didn’t pick up on the scent, himself, as he bent to collect the damp clothes and pin them up on the line – but to his credit, the big man said nothing. Instead, he silently pinned the clothing items up to dry above the heat of the pot-bellied stove.
Zeke had just about finished hanging up the wet garments when Nick noticed the dark circle on the right breast of Tina’s purple shirt. Nick immediately recognized that with their rush to leave, his wife had yet to do her midday pump session – and now, she was starting to leak. He knew that she could get embarrassed over the subject and annoyed with leaks, so Nick decided to handle it as tactfully as he could.
“Uh, babe,” he said with a small gesture, “it looks like you are, uh, are overdue for pumping.” He tilted his head toward her backpack. “I’ll grab the pump for you so you can handle it while we wait for the storm to blow past and our clothes to dry.”
Zeke’s gaze followed Nick’s, and realization dawned on the older black man’s features as he understood what Nick was trying to keep low key. A smirk pulled at his broad lips.
“Now, I don’ see no reason ta pull out no pump,” the big hermit protested in a teasing tone. “I’s pretty sure dat we can handle dis situation without all a’ dat.”
The old man fixed the brunette with an appraising gaze. “Dem titties is full a’ milk for the baby I put inside a’ ya, ain’t dey?” Zeke asked.
Tina blushed before answering in a small, embarrassed voice. “Yes.”
Zeke’s broad face split into a wide grin. “Well, den, what are we waitin’ for! Why doncha take dat shirt off, missy? Let’s take care a' dat problem.”
Nick wondered for a moment if his wife would pause or protest. Perhaps her willingness to let the old man nurse on her tits was a function of the alcohol last night, and she might push for the pump instead to avoid the sort of attention to her nipples that she had always hated when nursing. And of course, if she stripped her shirt off, she would be naked already…
Tina turned her head to find Nick and fixed her husband with an unreadable emerald gaze as she pulled her purple shirt up over her head, then stripped the gray sports bra up and off. Just like that, she was totally naked, with her back arched and her body fully on display. As he watched in slightly stunned silence, a drop of fluid formed at her swollen brown nipple on the right breast before sliding down her flesh.
Zeke did not hesitate to act, leaning down to capture the leaking nipple between his thick lips. As he did so, Tina gave a small moan, and her hand immediately moved to cup the black man’s head and pull him to her breast as her eyes closed. Nick felt himself numbly moving closer; momentarily, he was suckling on the other nipple.
Even as Nick enjoyed the warm sweetness of his wife’s milk in his mouth, her expression was burned into his mind’s eye. The way that her body responded, the mewing sounds from her throat, left no doubt that she was enjoying the sensations. Even so, her face had held the strangest mix of lust and resignation.
He was reminded of their exchange just before the storm, and of Tina’s own words. It wasn’t just that she couldn’t tell Zeke no – it’s that she very clearly didn’t want to do so. She would likely never choose to let a man suck on her leaking tits, but because the Zeke wanted it… she somehow also wanted it. It was as if the old black man had placed some spell upon her, a spell that she was not only powerless to resist, but a spell that she actually wanted to have control her.
As Nick suckled his wife’s breast, he could hear small mews and moans come from her throat. At one point, he glanced up to see Zeke kissing the brunette passionately before the old man leaned back down to suck on her available nipple. The big man’s dark hands roamed all over Tina’s body; occasionally, he would lean in, nuzzle her neck, and murmur low words into her ear that Nick could not make out.
Eventually, the warm sweet flow in Nick’s mouth lessened, and he pulled away to assess the situation. As he did so, he saw Zeke ending yet another kiss, with the fingers of his right hand teasing Tina’s obviously saturated pussy. The white wife was enthusiastically stroking the big black man’s fat tool while the old hermit spoke softly into her ear.
Nick couldn’t hear the content of the conversation, but his wife’s response was clearly enthusiastic – she nodded her head several times and moaned as the old black man continued to speak softly into her ear. At one point, she enthusiastically exclaimed “yes!” to whatever Zeke was asking.
Eventually, the large hermit pulled away from the smaller white woman. She gave a low murmur of protest, but he simply grinned as he moved a few steps away and shed his shirt before lying down on the bunk.
“I believe dat it’s time ta take dis a little farther,” Zeke stated with a smile. His mammoth penis stood firmly erect in its grotesque, thick glory above the rounded paunch of his belly as he lay on his back with his head propped up on a pillow. Tina glanced sideways at her husband, but when he gave no immediate response, the brunette moved to join the old black man, settling down to sit on top of him.
With a dry mouth, Nick robotically moved beside the bunk so that he could witness what was about to happen. It wasn’t like he had somehow been misled as to what was going to occur once they returned to the hermit’s cabin. Even so, it felt so surreal…
At first, Tina leaned down to kiss the unattractive old man, the movements of her jaw revealing how her tongue had to be dancing with Zeke’s. Nick could not help but notice that as of yet, the large man had yet to penetrate his wife; the two of them seemed content with the foreplay of kissing and murmuring back and forth. With his pulse fluttering, Nick watched as the older man’s thick, dark lips applied themselves to the smaller woman’s pale neck. As he kissed and caressed the other man’s wife, Zeke continued to speak so softly into Tina’s ear that her husband could not make out the words; even so, the brunette would give little moans of encouragement, nod her head, and kiss the older man enthusiastically – whatever he was saying seemed to be things that she clearly agreed with.
Finally, Tina sat up, leaning back and arching her back so that her large breasts were proudly on display. In the light of the cabin, Nick could make out every aspect of his wife’s body, the contrast of her pale flesh against Zeke’s dark skin. He could see the rounded curves of her belly and hips – so much more pronounced than they had been before the pregnancy, yet somehow even more feminine and attractive to him, if such a thing were possible.
Then, Nick’s eyes were drawn to the ridiculously oversized penis trapped between the two bodies. Zeke’s cock, so dark and veiny, had to be as thick as a soda can – and the massive appendage was so long that it extended beyond Tina’s belly button as she sat on top of the big man. Given how snug her vagina was around his own member, Nick remained mystified as to how his wife could ever accept that immense weapon inside of herself.
“G’wan, tell ‘im,” Zeke teased with a smirk. “If’n ya wants dis big ol’ black dick inside a’ ya, den g’wan an’ tell ‘im like ya said ya would.”
Tina shuddered, then swallowed before she spoke. Her voice started small, but gained strength as she continued. “Nick,” she began as she turned her face to meet her husband’s gaze, “I… uh… I am going to have Zeke’s baby.” She drew a deep breath, then continued. “I want it. I want him to put his black baby inside of me again. I want to carry it, to deliver it. I want him to make me pregnant again, I want his child.”
Part of Nick was utterly stunned to hear his wife actually say such a thing out loud; she barely admitted to such things in a fantasy context… but to say something like this here, when she was fertile, when the consequences were all too real, with the old man’s bare cock resting against her own naked body? A wave of nausea rolled over Nick, threatening to empty the contents of his stomach. Yet that intense feeling was combined with a surge of adrenaline; Nick didn’t have to look down to realize just how hard he was.
The statement itself was outrageous enough, but Tina apparently was not done. Her expression grew soft and she fixed him with a gaze that communicated so much intense emotion. Somehow, despite the absurd, filthy situation, Nick found himself connected as deeply to his wife as he had ever been.
“I need to know if you want it, too,” she added after a long moment. “This isn’t just about me, baby. I think that you want it; I know the way you like to dirty talk with me about it. But that isn’t enough.”
Now, it was Nick’s turn for his cheeks to flush as his spouse shared dirty secrets. He struggled to focus on her words as she continued.
“I need to know for sure,” she stated calmly. “I love you with all of my heart, Nick. We both know that we have taken some risks already, and maybe it doesn’t matter what we do now. But if I take Zeke inside of me again, I am doing it to try to have him actually make me pregnant.” She smiled and shook her head softly. “Even so… if you don’t want that, I won’t do it – no matter how much I might want to.”
She glanced down at Zeke before looking back at her husband. “I need to know, baby,” she stated plainly.
Nick shivered under his wife’s gaze. This wasn’t dirty talk, this wasn’t fantasy, this wasn’t some “maybe” risk. This was his wife openly stating that she wanted another man – an old black man – to put his baby inside of her.
Tina would have to struggle with morning sickness again; she would have to contend with mood swings, fatigue, weight gain, and so many doctor visits. And she would be dealing with it all while another man’s baby grew inside of her. More people would surely react strongly once his wife delivered a second mixed-race child, as there would be some obvious trend there, now. He would forever know that this was no accident, no situation of rashly getting caught up in the moment – this would be his wife consciously choosing to have another man’s baby.
For a moment, Nick’s thoughts raced to the lilac rectangle of cardboard nestled safely inside of his backpack. They could still go through with the sex, then Nick could give her the Plan B pill the moment that they left the cabin. They could enjoy the hotness of the risk but avoid the actual consequences; it would be the best of both worlds.
But then, he looked deep into those green eyes, saw the sincerity there that went beyond simple lust, and suddenly, Nick knew what his answer had to be.
“Okay,” he croaked, his mouth and throat completely dry. He swallowed nervously. “Do it, then,” he stated. “Let Zeke knock you up, Tina. Let him make you pregnant again.”
His words caused Tina to visibly shudder as her eyes closed. A small smile spread across her lips, and she turned her gaze to the large man beneath her.
“You heard my husband, Zeke,” she spoke in a breathy tone. “He is on board with you putting your baby inside of me again. What are you waiting for?” she asked as she raised her ass up reached down for his bloated tool.
“Now, hol’ on a second,” Zeke protested softly as he put his hands on Tina’s hips to hold her in place and prevent her from penetrating herself on his stiff phallus. His smile became a smirk as he turned to look into Nick’s eyes. “I ain’t too sure dat Nick really means it,” he stated, his tone teasing. “Puttin’ a baby in another man’s wife… dat’s a big deal. Let alone puttin’ a colored baby inside a white woman what gots a white husband.” He shook his head. “Naw, I needs ta know dat Nick truly wants it.”
Nick was taken aback. He was already reeling that Tina would ask such a thing, let alone that he would agree to go along with it. What sort of game was Zeke playing, that he was suddenly pretending to be reluctant to fuck Nick’s wife?
“What do you mean, Zeke?” Nick asked with annoyance. “Of course I mean it. I said let’s do it, for you to make my wife pregnant. What more can I say?”
A strange look passed over the old man’s expression. “Words is one thing,” Zeke spoke. “But maybe you’s jus’ sayin’ what ya wife wants ta hear.” His face was thoughtful. “Naw, I needs to know dat you wants it fo’ sho’.”
Nick was already reeling. The black hermit’s words just added confusion to the entire situation. “How am I supposed to do that?” he questioned.
Zeke allowed his gaze to drop lower, fixing on the spot where his body met the white woman’s. He regarded his engorged penis for a long moment before looking back up at Nick.
“If’n you truly does want dis, why don’t ya put me inside a’ yo wife?” the large man asked in an odd tone. “Won’t be no doubt, den,” he declared.
Nick’s eyes flashed anger for a moment. What the fuck was the old bastard playing at? Nick had never touched another man’s penis in his entire life, why on earth would he start now?
Even as Nick opened his mouth to protest, Zeke’s deep voice cut him off. “I ain’t askin’ ya to do nothin’ wid mah dick,” he declared. “I’s just sayin’ dat you puttin’ me inside a’ her would be you really showin’ dat you wants it. Would make you a real part a’ it.”
The words hung in the air for a very long moment before the old man spoke again. “G’wan, den. Show us dat ya wants dis. G’wan, put me inside a’ her.”
A glance at Tina revealed wide-eyed surprise; she clearly had not expected this perverse request.
Who the fuck did the old man think that he was? The entire idea was ridiculous; Nick had no interest in touching some other man’s penis. Was this supposed to be some power ploy, some show of dominance, pretending that the old bastard wanted Nick to be “a real part” of his wife’s breeding?
Nick was furious, he was ready to get dressed and leave - storm be damned. And with a start, he realized that he couldn’t seem to tear his gaze way from the oversized, ugly ebony appendage resting against his wife’s pale belly.
The very idea of taking another man’s cock into his hand seemed so unnatural. But to do it to help guide it inside of his wife? To actually take part in another man breeding her?
It felt like he was watching someone else reach out towards the junction of the bodies of his wife and the large black man. Nick found himself glancing at both of them as they focused on his motion; Zeke’s broad, flat face held anticipation while Tina’s emerald eyes were wide in disbelief.
And then, his hand closed around the thick, warm shaft of Zeke’s phallus.
Nick wanted to recoil as if he had been shocked. This was so stupid, so perverted, so wrong. And yet, he found himself gently squeezing the older man’s member and sliding his hand towards the glans.
Zeke let out a deep groan. “Yeah, dat’s it,” he encouraged the smaller man.
As Nick’s hand moved back down towards the base, the foreskin retracted and a dollop of clear, sticky fluid emerged from the engorged head of the black man’s rigid cock. It seemed like time was moving in slow motion as the fluid collected, then stretched out to slip into the small tuft of brown hair on Tina’s pale mons.
It spilled onto that small patch of hair that his wife kept for one reason only – because she knew that her husband found it to be sexy. Tina had long made it clear that if it were her sole decision, she would simply shave everything, as it was easier to maintain. But she knew that Nick found that little patch of hair to be hot – largely because she grew it just for him.
Now, that sexy little patch of hair was sticky with another man’s fluids. Fluids that Nick himself had coaxed out of another man’s cock.
Tina’s eyes rolled back and closed as she moaned. “Oh my God,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “That’s so… fuck, that’s hot.”
Nick found that his chest was tight, his mouth was dry. He had expected to hate every instant of holding Zeke’s oversized member, but somehow, it was instead erotic beyond anything he would have imagined.
“Lift up,” Nick requested in a husky tone. Tina silently complied, raising up on her knees as she kept her gaze fixed on her husband.
It was clear that the brunette initially underestimated just how far she needed to go; Nick pushed, but the head of Zeke’s phallus was blocked by the woman’s mound; the black cock was not only too long, but far too stiff to bend in such a way as to fit under her body.
“Higher,” Nick added. “He’s too big to fit unless you do.” God, it felt strange – and more than a bit humiliating – to admit such a thing while holding another man’s firm, comically large member in his own hand.
Tina raised higher, allowing Nick to guide Zeke’s ponderous appendage underneath her body. The smaller man fully intended to simply center the black man’s penis beneath his wife’s vaginal opening, release it, and let nature take its course. Yet it was as if something else was in control, like he was not quite ready to relinquish his control over the older man’s phallus.
Nick found himself rubbing the thick black cock head up and down, back and forth against his wife’s labia under the pretense of lining it up juuust so. He wasn’t sure that he had ever dreamed of a woman being as physically aroused as Tina clearly was in that moment; her fluids were so copious that Nick could feel them slip down the exposed glans of Zeke’s penis and onto his own hand. Some distracted part of Nick’s brain noted that as he used his hand to guide the older man’s penis against his wife’s saturated vagina, he was also slowly squeezing and stroking the appendage… it just seemed like the obvious thing to do.
The sensation of having another man’s cock in his own hand seemed incongruous and jarring; part of Nick’s mind protested that this just was not right. And yet, slowly stroking the firm, warm, overly thick appendage as he rubbed it against his wife’s slick labia felt like the most natural thing in the world for reasons the smaller man could not begin to fathom.
“You ready now?” Zeke’s voice rumbled as he made eye contact with the white man. Embarrassed, Nick nodded hastily, and after ensuring that the ugly old man’s thick cock was fully aligned with Tina’s opening, the smaller man almost reluctantly released it and sat back.
A deep moan that seemed to emanate from Tina’s very soul escaped the brunette’s throat as she began sinking down, impaling herself on the old man’s massive charcoal-colored phallus. Nick felt his head grow light as his heart raced with the knowledge that the time had finally arrived. The thick black cock slowly disappeared inside of the pale white woman, setting in motion events that would only end with her fertile womb filled with the hermit’s virile semen… and Nick found himself powerless to do anything but squeeze his own engorged manhood in anticipation of that ending.
It was beyond obvious just how excited Tina was; she had barely managed to work half of the massive penis inside of herself when she began shaking with her first climax. Even so, it was clear that she was on a mission; orgasm or no, her movements were determined, her expression focused. Always before, it had taken some serious effort to work the oversized cock into the much smaller woman, but this time, her pale mons was fully seated against the big man’s chocolate groin in what felt like no time at all.
The brunette’s expressions were those of a woman possessed; while it was obvious that she was reveling in every inch of the ugly man’s bloated weapon inside of her, every movement had purpose. Her eyes were screwed shut, her mouth hung open as she rode up and down with every stroke seemingly focused on the sole goal of extracting the black hermit’s semen.
Again and again she rose up, then drove herself down on the thick black shaft. Every time she reached the bottom, it forced an “uh” sound from her chest that joined in a lewd duet with the squishing sounds made by her sopping vagina. Nick stared at the intensity on his wife’s face, her eyes rolled back in her head as she greedily milked the older man’s cock with her needy cunt, and found himself bidden to comment.
“Look at you,” Nick spoke, his voice dry and cracking until he swallowed. “God, you look so hot riding that big dick, baby. Fuck, how does all of that fat thing fit inside of you?” he wondered aloud to her soft moan.
“I don’ know,” Zeke interjected, “but dat white pussy so damn good,” he observed. “Damn, she milkin’ me, jus’ tryin’ to get dat cum!” he exclaimed.
Tina’s moaned response was much louder this time, and Nick found himself pressing the issue. “Zeke’s right, isn’t he?” he demanded. “You are enjoying fucking him, but that’s not even the point, is it? You’re wanting his cum, aren’t you?” he insisted.
The brunette’s face was a picture of intense focus slowly giving way to irresistible pleasure. When she didn’t immediately answer, Nick pressed again. “Aren’t you?” he repeated. At some point, the white man had begun stroking his own penis in sympathy to the sex his wife was having, but he wasn’t sure when it had started. “The sex isn’t enough for you,” he persisted, “you’re doing your best to make him breed you!”
“Oh GOOODDD…” Tina wailed. This time, it wasn’t possible for the brunette to push through her orgasm. Her movements grew disjointed; her hips began to twitch as she lost the ability to move with any sort of coordination. “YES OH GOD YES BREED ME…” she cried. “OH FUCK PLEASE… PLEASE ZEKE PLEASE BREED MEEE…”
Choking noises escaped Tina’s throat as she twitched and shook with her weight fully down on the large black man. She tried fitfully to raise up off of the massive cock, but her legs seemed to have turned to jelly; she couldn’t seem to find the strength to lift up more than in inch or so.
“Looks like I needs ta take over,” Zeke offered with a grin. As he moved to roll Tina off of him and onto her back, she whined with need as his glistening penis slipped out of her needy vagina. “Don’ worry,” he offered in a soothing tone, “I’ma get right back inside.”
The large black man glanced at Nick. “Hand me dat pillow, would ya?” he asked gruffly.
Numbly, Nick nodded without a sound and grabbed the indicated item from where it had fallen to the floor. He idly noted how thick and heavy it was – most likely a very old feather pillow that should have been replaced years ago. Part of his brain couldn’t help but make the absurd observation that a pillow like that would be a truly formidable weapon during a pillow fight.
Zeke took it from him, then moved to position it under the brunette’s ass. “Lift up,” he commanded, and Tina immediately complied to allow him to slip in beneath her. As she settled her weight down, the large man did not hesitate, simply lined up his massive cock with her opening and gave a single push to sheathe himself within her cunt once more, which caused both of them to moan in appreciation.
Once he was fully seated inside of the white woman’s pussy, Zeke gave a smirk to her husband. “Figured we might as well lif’ her hips on up,” he explained. “Dat way, it’ll help keep dat seed inside a’ her longer.”
A chill ran through Nick’s body as the ugly old man explained his motivation. This truly was now about more than just the sex. It was about doing everything possible to ensure that his wife walked out of the hermit’s cabin with a black bastard in her womb.
Zeke clearly wanted to be certain that his black baby would once more be growing inside of the white woman’s belly.
There was no doubt that Tina wanted to carry the old black man’s baby again.
Once more, Nick’s mind returned to the little cardboard rectangle hidden in his pack, and the medicine on it that could prevent the impregnation of his wife. But it was foolish to lie to himself; his steely erection belied the truth, even if he wanted to pretend otherwise. His wife would once again be pregnant with another man’s baby – a black man’s baby – and Nick wanted it more than anything else he could think of.
“Go on, then,” he choked out, his pulse racing in his ears as he spoke. “Do it, Zeke. Go on, knock my wife up. Give her your baby – put your black baby in her womb.”
Zeke growled in response, pulling his massive cock nearly out of the white women below him, then driving it in with almost punishing force. Tina cried out, her voice a heavy mix of passion with far more pain than Nick wanted to hear, but as the large man drove his penis into her vagina again and again, her words of encouragement left no doubt as to her perspective.
“YEEESSS! Yes, Zeke, YES!” she cried to the accompanying squishing noises that Zeke’s impossibly large dick made as it moved within her flooded cunt. “You heard him… HEARD my husband… give me your BABY, Zeke! Fuck me, oh FUCK ME, oh BREED ME… oh… OH ZEKE…”
Both of the men groaned in response. Zeke began to shake. “Here it comes, den… I’m ‘bout ta nut,” he declared. “You ready for dis seed? You gon’ have my black baby?”
Tina came unhinged. “YES OH GOD YES!!! GIVE IT TO ME GIVE ME THAT BLACK CUM GIVE ME YOUR BLACK BABYYY!!!”
With that, Zeke roared, seating his swollen charcoal-colored testicles fully against the white woman beneath him. “TAKE DAT SEED!” he cried. “TAKE MAH BLACK BABY INSIDE DAT WHITE BELLY! HUUNNNGGG!!!”
The long strokes were gone; Nick watched as the huge man’s massive penis was forced fully inside of his wife’s fertile vagina, watched the space between the black man’s asshole and his massive testicles rhythmically clench and release, knowing that each squeeze signaled the delivery of tens of millions of sperm cells in search of his wife’s egg. Two or three times, Zeke would withdraw an inch or so, only to drive back in to seat his glans fully against Tina’s cervix as he bathed it in semen.
Tina’s own climax predictably followed, and it took her breath with its intensity. He nails scratched up and down the black man’s flabby back as she pulled him to her, her face turned dark red, then purple as she held her breath while her entire world was reduced to her intense orgasm. As she finally caught a breath, she began to wail. “YES… YES… BREED… BREEDING MEEE… NICK HE’S MAKING ME PREGNANT… GIVING ME HIS BLACK BABYYY…”
As he marveled at the near certainty that his wife would once again be carrying another man’s child, that she would deliver a black baby, Nick’s own semen erupted forcefully, splattering along the cabin’s floor as he stood beside the couple on the bunk.
For several long moments, everyone was still, trying to catch their breath. When Zeke began to move as if to withdraw from Tina’s abused pussy, a perverse idea blossomed in Nick’s brain.
“Hang on a minute, Zeke. Don’t move,” Nick stated. “Let me do something before you pull out.”
The big man chuckled. “A’ight, den,” he replied. “I ain’t gonna mind stayin’ inside dis tight, warm white pussy a lil’ longer.”
Tina was silent, but Nick could see the subtle signs of aftershocks coursing through her body, so he rather doubted that she would object, ether.
As the still-mated couple begin to speak lowly to one another, with the brunette reaching up and kissing the old black man tenderly, Nick unzipped a small pocket on his wife’s backpack. Sure enough, he located the small purple fabric bag easily enough, then opened the drawstring to retrieve the white silicone device inside. He rezipped the backpack, then made his way over to the bunk. “Okay, you can pull out when you are ready,” he stated causally – like it was normal conversation to tell another man that had just done his best to breed your wife that it was okay to remove his penis from her vagina.
As Nick arrived, another kiss came to an end, and Zeke turned his face towards the smaller man. When his eyes fell upon the device, his expression became confused.
“Now, what is dat?” the old hermit asked.
“It’s my Diva Cup,” Tina answered for her husband. “But I don’t understand…” her voice trailed off.
Nick chuckled. “Think about it. You use this thing normally to keep fluid inside while you are on your period, right? It fits over your cervix and prevents anything from leaking out.” She nodded in response, well aware of how it worked.
“Well,” Nick explained, “if you are trying to get pregnant, you want to keep his semen against your cervix. I figure that I can put this inside of you, and it will prevent the cum from leaking out. I really can’t think of a better way to keep more semen in contact with your cervix, which should give those sperm the best chance to get to your egg. Right?”
Tina shuddered as realization dawned on her face. “Oh… that’s… oh, fuck, baby. That’s so dirty.” Her green eyes sparkled in perverse glee. “You are incredible,” she stated.
Zeke shook his head. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he proclaimed. “Y’all is somethin’ else. Who’da thought a’ somethin’ like dat?”
The old black man moved off of Nick’s wife, pulling his softening – yet still ponderous - penis from inside of the white woman. With her hips tilted up by the thick pillow beneath her ass, the brunette was on full, lewd display. Tina’s vaginal opening remained distended, framing a massive glob of white seminal fluid with her angrily reddened, swollen labia.
Nick moved onto the bunk and brought the folded Diva Cup to his wife’s sloppy entrance. The scents of her vaginal secretions and the old man’s pungent semen were almost overwhelming as he slipped the silicone device inside of her swampy channel. Carefully, he maneuvered it; as he pressed it inside of her vagina, it was obvious that the entire volume of the cup was more than filled by Zeke’s copious deposit of semen. Finally, he had it positioned properly; he released the fold and it popped back into shape, sucking even more fluid inside as it formed a vacuum over Tina’s ripe cervix.
Tina replaced her husband’s fingers with her own to ensure the placement of the Diva Cup, but nodded in satisfaction. “That’s exactly right,” she observed, causing a flash of pride in the white man despite the insane situation. As he stood up, Nick was quite sure that his idea was wildly successful – he was fairly certain that the cup was completely full of semen, which was now sealed perfectly against his wife’s cervix.
As he stepped away from the bunk, Nick realized that the sounds of the storm had ended. He opened the front door, heedless of the breeze against his bare skin, and looked out to see the melting remains of some hailstones, as well as a magically clear sky. “Looks like the storms have passed,” he observed.
This time, Zeke did not object as the Bryants began to dress and prepare to leave. He did, however, place a massive paw on the white woman’s lower belly for several very long moments as the two of them looked into one another’s eyes and smiled. Nick felt a shiver pass through his body, and wondered how on earth his penis was already beginning to stiffen again.
