As everyone’s breathing slowly returned to normal and the adrenaline faded, the three of them began to put themselves back together and pull their clothing back on.
Tina made a face at the sodden crotch of her pants. Between her own squirting and Zeke’s semen, the garment was beyond saturated; the idea of pulling that clothing up and on was not even remotely appealing. “I think that I need to change leggings,” she observed woodenly.
It was all that Nick could do not to laugh at the absurdity of his wife making such a benign comment about such an outrageous situation. Instead, he dusted himself off as well as he could while pulling up his own pants.
He frowned at the state of her soaked fabric; as wet as they were, the leggings would certainly cause anything packed with them to also grow damp. “Hang on,” he suggested as he turned to rummage through his pack. “I’ll get one of the gallon-sized ziplock bags to put those in; it’ll help keep your other clothes from getting wet.”
The brunette made a noise of gratitude while she leaned against the porch and removed her boots to help facilitate taking off the soiled clothing. Meanwhile, Zeke had gotten dressed again, himself, and was moving his parcels to the inside of the cabin.
“Gonna be dark soon,” the older man observed, “an’ it’s s’posed ta rain t’night. Seems t’me y’all won’ make it far; surely not ta a decent campsite.” He gave a little grin as he moved his gear. “Y’all go on and do what ya like, but I don’ see why ya don’ bunk here in da dry cabin t’night, share a little shine, an’ maybe start out bright ‘an early tomorrow.”
“We’ll talk about it,” Nick offered noncommittally as he dug through the pockets of his own pack. Zeke’s tone was neutral enough, but Nick was no fool – once Tina had decided to go along with the sex on their last trip, Zeke had acted almost like he had rights to her body whenever he wanted… and truth be told, neither Tina nor Nick had done nothing to discourage the notion. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that if the Bryants chose to stay, the old black man would surely view that as tacit approval of additional sex with Nick’s wife.
A glance at Tina revealed a strange expression. She caught him looking at her and gave a wan smile in response while she dug through her own pack for her spare pants… but it wasn’t lost on Nick that the smile never reached her eyes. Tina was thinking of something… and Nick had a pretty good idea of what the subject might be.
Finally, Nick located the proper pocket and withdrew a folded-up plastic zipper bag. As he did so, the bag hung on a small piece of laminated lilac-colored cardboard that bore a single blister pack of medication containing a small white pill; the motion of the bag’s withdrawal had the unintended consequence of also pulling the cardboard out of his backpack. Trying his best to act casual despite a sudden race of his pulse, Nick nonchalantly slid the colored rectangle back into the pocket while diverting his wife’s focus to the baggie. “That should fit those leggings,” he offered mildly. “They ought to roll up and go in there nicely.”
As preoccupied as she was, Tina didn’t appear to pay any attention to what Nick was doing in his pack. She accepted the baggie with a murmured thanks, then absently placed it on the ground for a moment while she continued dressing.
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The drugstore had to have been recently cleaned; Nick idly wondered if there had been some sort of sanitation issue the janitorial staff had been forced to deal with, as a heavy antiseptic smell hung in the air. He was trying to play it cool as he walked down the family planning aisle, but the scent didn’t help one bit to set him at ease.
They would leave in two days for the backpacking trip; Tina had reminded her husband to be sure that he had enough condoms for the entire duration. The last thing Nick wanted was to miss out on sex due to not having protection at hand, so he had stopped by the drugstore on the way home from work.
Condoms in hand, he had amused himself by browsing the lubes. Flavored lubes sounded interesting, but they always ended up tasting like chemicals with some gross artificial fruitiness added in. Warming lube likewise had proven to be less fun than anticipated; most of these products really were bad gimmicks that probably sold more to inexperienced twenty-somethings or teenagers than anyone else.
Just as he had been about to leave, a light purple box in a further section of the shelf caught his eye.
Plan B – single dose emergency contraceptive: $49.99.
Take within 72 hours (3 days) of unprotected sex.
Fifty bucks for one dose? That was highway robbery!
But what if…?
Nick shook his head at the thought. What the hell was he even doing right now? If he bought a dose of Plan B, wasn’t he basically admitting that despite all of the assurances that it was only fantasy, all of the claims of how she would never actually want sex with another man again, that his wife was possibly going to fuck that old black man again if she got the chance? Wouldn’t buying a dose be betraying her trust – wouldn’t it amount to him basically saying that he didn’t trust her, didn’t take her at her word?
And yet… fifty bucks was far cheaper than his wife carrying and delivering another man’s baby would be – and that didn’t even touch the expenses of actually raising another child. Wasn’t it really just super affordable insurance, if you looked at it through that lens?
An insurance policy on his wife’s womb. A safeguard if she proved to not be honest with her desires, or unable to resist the draw of illicit sex with the old black man.
What an absurd – even offensive – notion.
Three minutes later, cheeks burning in shame, Nick tried to ignore the antiseptic scent as he placed his items down at the register. “That will be sixty-four twenty-nine”, the cashier offered in a bored monotone after scanning both products; she clearly could not care less what he was buying, despite his internal misgivings. Nick tapped his debit card on the pad as the teenager placed both small boxes into a plastic bag and handed him the receipt.
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“What’s the plan?” Tina asked in a low voice as she finished lacing her boot. “What are we doing?”
Nick frowned as he looked out at the sky. Gray clouds had really begun to gather; while it wasn’t actually sunset for another half hour or so, the cloud cover certainly hastened the onset of darkness. A light drizzle was beginning to fall, adding discomfort to the chill breeze that had picked up.
“That’s a good question,” he admitted. “Zeke is right. If we leave now, we aren’t going to make any reasonable campsite for a long time. I guess that we could set up by the creek, but it wasn’t well-cleared there. No matter what, we will be relying on headlamps in the dark for a good while.” He reached his hand, palm-up, to the sky. “And it will surely be raining for a good chunk of that… if not for most of the night. Setting up camp in the rain is never fun, let alone at night.”
He glanced over at the cabin, with the warm glow emanating from inside. “If we stay, we will be dry and warm,” he allowed. “But…”
The brunette let her husband’s comment trail off before she finally filled in the blanks. “But I will probably end up having sex with him again,” she offered in a husky tone.
Nick let out a quick puff of air to punctuate her observation. “Yeah, there’s that,” he agreed. It seemed pointless to pretend otherwise.
It was Tina’s turn to frown. “I’m sorry,” she started, her words laced with guilt. “I know this sounds stupid, but I didn’t mean for it to happen. I really meant it when I said that I wasn’t going to have sex with anyone else ever again. I’m not sure exactly how it happened, I…” her voice trailed off.
Nick placed his hand on hers. “It’s okay,” he reassured her. “I think that I knew that this would happen. You gave me the out of not coming here; I could have taken it.”
Her green eyes flashed in response. “How could you know?” she demanded with irritation. “I was sure that it wouldn’t be like this! I had this nice moment planned – we’d tell him about Abby, we’d catch up a little, I’d give him a hug, and that would be that.”
Nick fought to contain his smirk. Who did his wife think that she was kidding? He had seen the way she had leaned into those hugs with Zeke, the way that she let them linger. She hadn’t even put up a token resistance when the hermit had started putting his hands on her. Tina might have acted surprised, but her body had clearly responded to the big man from the start.
He shrugged, but kept his tone even. “I don’t know. I remember how you were with him last time,” he explained. “I know how hard you come when fantasizing about it. I tried to tell myself that you wouldn’t want to do it again, but I was kidding myself. I don’t think that you lied to me; I believe that you meant it when you said sex was not going to happen.” He paused, then gave her a serious look. “I also happen to think that you were lying to yourself.”
Tina opened her mouth to protest, but couldn’t seem to find the words. Nick chose to press on.
“I saw your body language - those weren’t friendly hugs, baby. Those were ‘I want your body’ hugs. And let’s be real,” he pointed out, “you were so wet that it was practically running down your leg when he slid his hand into your pants. Which you didn’t try to stop, by the way.”
Anger burned in Tina’s eyes for a moment, but it soon faded into shame. “Are you saying that I‘m… that I’m a slut?” she asked, vulnerability in her voice.
Nick stepped up and put his arms around her. He cocked his head slightly. “Honestly, yes… but hold on, hear me out,” he quickly added. “I think that Zeke has unlocked a part of you that you didn’t even know existed. It’s hot as fuck to see my beautiful, intelligent, caring wife just give in and care about nothing but that big dick. You’re still my beautiful, intelligent, caring wife – it’s just that you have unlocked another part of you that we hadn’t realized was there. And frankly… it’s hot as hell to witness.”
She studied her husband’s face for a long moment. “You are a strange man, do you know that?” she asked. “You’re saying that it’s hot to see me just lose control and let this old mountain man do whatever he wants with me. Are you serious?”
Nick grinned. “I guess that I am. I’m absolutely serious - it’s so fucking hot. And let’s not pretend like we haven’t had some fantastic sex thinking about it, that we haven’t both had uncountable orgasms from the subject.”
She rolled her eyes, but then grew thoughtful. “I… I guess that you are right. It has been good for our sex life. I don’t quite understand how you can enjoy it, but you clearly do.”
Nick chuckled. “I guess that I’m just a kinky bastard.”
Tina shook her head as she pulled back from her husband. “Fine. You like it. I like it. Great!” She paused, her stare far away, a frown on her face. “Do you understand how bad of an idea this still is? I don’t think that I’m ovulating today, but my cycles haven’t gone back to being completely predictable since Abby - I can’t be perfectly certain of the exact day. I do know that it’s a risky time, it’s why I had you wear a condom last night.”
She turned her eyes on her husband and held his gaze. “Breastfeeding gives me some amount of protection, and I’m on the wrong side of forty, now; my fertility is surely decreasing. But baby… Zeke comes a LOT. And he puts it so deep inside of me. Sperm can live for days inside of a woman, and we know he is virile.”
Nick pulled her back in close and just held his wife for a long moment before answering. “I know,” he murmured. “I get it.” He took a small step back and gestured at the sky.
“We both know that you don’t like hiking after dark,” he stated. “Let’s be real; setting up camp in the dark is annoying enough, but add in the rain, and it’s just tough. Our gear will be wet for the rest of the trip.” He glanced at the cabin and indicated it with a small gesture. “A night in the cabin would be far more enjoyable.” Nick paused for a long moment, letting the implication hang in the air. “Whatever happens… happens. He already put his semen inside of you today, anyway; I don’t see how any more from tonight would make any real difference.”
He sighed. “I know that it seems crazy, I do… but the risk makes it even hotter. Knowing that you are taking him without protection, knowing that he is inseminating you at a dangerous time, knowing that you might end up with another black baby in your womb…”
Tina drew in a sharp breath, and her eyes went wide. “Fuck…” she murmured.
“Exactly,” Nick answered a small tilt of his head. “It’s wrong. It’s irresponsible. It’s taboo.” A rueful smirk adorned his face. “And it’s stupidly hot.”
Tina shakily let out the deep breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “I guess that you’re right,” she allowed. “If something else happens tonight, it really won’t make any difference since I already had sex with him today.” She pursed her lips. “We will leave tomorrow, and that will be that. Deal?”
As Nick reached down to pick up his backpack, he couldn’t help but glance at the pocket that contained the little piece of cardboard.
Tomorrow, once they had left the cabin, he would pull out the cardboard and offer the medicine to his wife. She would take it – well within the recommended window for effectiveness – and the situation would be responsibly handed. The conversation around him having bought the pill without talking to her first might be awkward, but a little awkwardness would be a small price to pay, wouldn’t it?
Nick couldn’t help but smile as he stood up with his pack. “Deal,” he stated in agreement.
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Zeke greeted the Bryants with a big grin as they opened the door to the cabin.
“Make y’selves at home,” he urged. “Y’all knows where ta put ya stuff. Go on, put ya sleepin’ bag on da bunk, I’ll be takin’ da cot.”
As the couple settled in, Zeke chatted amicably with them about their hikes, the things they had seen, the things that they had hoped to see. He related stories of his own, playing the role of polite host so well that it was easy to forget that he had just casually leaned the brunette against his porch and fucked her out in the open in the broad daylight like she belonged to him.
After some time, the older man dug out a couple of cast iron skillets and set to cooking on his potbellied stove. Soon enough, the trio were seated at the round table, enjoying fried potatoes and onions, corned beef hash, and sweet tea. The meal may have been simple, but it was very flavorful and filling; the background sound of steady rain against the cabin’s roof only seemed to make the setting cozier.
Once the dishes were done, more chitchat followed as everyone allowed their food to settle. After a while, however, conversation began to lag. Nick gave his wife a sideways glance, silently questioning the silence. But then, Zeke stood up.
“As I recall,” he stated, “the two a’ y’all was fond a’ mah shine, an’ also some cards.” He began to rummage around a cabinet. “Aha!” he exclaimed. “Jus’ what we need.”
The large man returned to the table with two mason jars, three small glasses, and a weathered deck of cards. He poured two glasses of clear liquid from one jar, then a darker purple liquid into the third glass, which he offered to Tina. “I also recall dat Miss Tina don’ care much for mah reg’lar shine, but like I said, las’ year’s batch a' blackberry ought ta be mighty nice by now.”
The old man’s homemade booze was powerful, leaving serious warmth behind with every swallow. Soon, the trappings of polite conversation seemed less important, and laughter accompanied various hands of rummy.
The conversation mostly stayed light, flitting around all sorts of topics. At one point, Tina found herself recounting a story about Abby’s antics to chuckles around the table. When her tale was finished, Zeke cocked his head.
“So tell me, if’n ya don’ mind. Y’all is respectable white folks with kids a’ ya own. Miss Tina havin’ a colored baby like dat had ta raise some eyebrows, didn’t it?”
Nick frowned and looked like he was about to object, but Zeke cut him off. “Now, now. I don’ mean nuthin’ by it, Nick. I’s just askin’, I didn’t mean ta get ya riled up. Y’all don’ have ta answer.”
Tina smiled and shrugged at her husband. “It’s a fair question, hon,” she allowed. She looked back at Zeke. “Really, it wasn’t an issue. We thought that it might be, but it turned out that most people really just seemed to accept it.”
Nick laughed. “The nurses in the delivery room seemed pretty worried about how I was going to take it,” he interjected with a grin.
Zeke gave a deep laugh at that. “I can imagine! If dey thought ya was gonna be s’prised, they prolly worried dat dere was gonna be trouble.”
“Their faces were priceless,” Tina allowed with a giggle. “But really, most people have been fine, and just minded their own business. Almost nobody treated it as unusual or like some big deal.”
The last comment had a touch of wistfulness in her voice. Nick reached over and squeezed her hand in reassurance.
The black man frowned. “I take it not everyone was understandin’.”
Tina’s lips grew tight, but she didn’t answer. After an awkward silence, Nick spoke up. “One or two people weren’t. The big one was her father… he hasn’t spoken to Tina since Abby was born. He apparently really believes in some old narrow-minded bullshit.”
Zeke’s face fell. “Aw, naw,” he protested. “I’s so sorry. I would never wan’ ta hurt either a’ y’all. I jus’…”
The brunette interrupted. “There is nothing to apologize for, Zeke. You gave Nick and I an amazing little girl, and we treasure her every single day.”
Nick nodded and squeezed Tina’s hand again. “That’s a fact. Tina and I had a long talk about this. Would I have planned for my wife to have another man’s baby? Especially one that doesn’t look like me? Of course not. But that little girl is incredible, and I wouldn’t trade her for anything. Even if we could, we wouldn’t change a thing.”
“Damn right,” Tina asserted in a defiant tone. She gave a little grin, lifted her glass, and chugged the remainder of the mostly full container. “Now, deal!” she insisted.
Zeke shook his head. “Well, damn. I’ll drink ta dat!” he offered, downing his own glass. With a shrug, Nick followed suit, and then began dealing the next hand.
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Quite a few hands of rummy – and an uncounted number of glasses of moonshine – had been completed when Nick stood up to take a trip to the outhouse. It was deeply dark outside, with rain falling steadily; he realized that he had no real idea how long they had been inside the cabin. While he wasn’t actually drunk, he found his steps to be light, and a big grin seemed impossible to remove from his face; there was no doubt that Nick had a very nice buzz going on.
When he returned to his chair, he realized that the seating layout had changed. At dinner, the three of them had sat down at roughly even intervals around Zeke’s round table; now, Tina’s chair had been moved a bit, and Nick found that he was directly across from his wife, with her sitting next to the black man. Nick’s face touched on a frown, and he raised an eyebrow meaningfully at Tina. The brunette simply gave her husband a crooked grin and a wink as she started dealing the next hand.
As light and happy as the alcohol had helped him become, Nick nearly forgot about the seating change over the next few hands and attached conversation. While he was in the middle of telling a story about a dog they had once owned, he asked Tina to weigh in on a detail that had grown fuzzy, but she didn’t immediately respond. He turned his attention to his wife’s face, saw how she was staring out into nothingness, and was about to chalk it up to the booze hitting her, when Nick noticed her eyes grow tight for a moment, and her lips pull into a thin line. With a start, he realized that only Zeke’s left hand was visible above the table; his right was underneath it, perhaps between himself and the white woman.
Except the subtle motion in the big man’s shoulder suggested that the hand was probably a little farther to the side.
Tina drew in a quick breath, then seemed to gather her focus again. “Sorry, what was that babe?” she asked as if nothing was amiss.
And so it went for the next few minutes. Tina would cycle through being an active participant in the conversation to losing focus entirely. Zeke’s face remained totally neutral, except when he spoke or laughed. However, the brunette was slowly slouching down into her seat, occasionally gripping the edge of the table, with her speech becoming more broken and disjointed. Frankly, it was very entertaining for Nick to watch his wife pretend that nothing was amiss when she was obviously barely clinging on to her composure.
When Nick first detected the scent of his wife’s arousal, it came as no surprise. Her vaginal secretions had to be flowing freely from whatever Zeke was doing to her under the table; her being wet enough to smell was hardly a shock. Nick thought that he could detect faint, sticky sounds from Zeke’s ministrations, but the game was clear – they were pretending like nothing was happening, so the smaller man chose to play along.
Even so, the farce couldn’t be maintained for long. Zeke’s face was impassive, as if he was merely listening politely while Tina commented on her husband’s story. On the other hand, the brunette’s expression was tight, as if she was having to focus carefully on her words. Right in the middle of a sentence, Tina bowed her head and let out that familiar, guttural moan; there was no doubt that the big man had just forced one of his thick digits into her well-lubricated vagina.
Nick couldn’t stand it any longer; he slid around the table for a better look.
As he did so, the big man grinned. “Miss Tina,” he spoke, “I believe ya husband wants ta see.” With that, the older black man pushed the table away a bit.
As Tina’s head lolled back, eyes closed from the sensations, Nick’s own eyes went wide.
His wife was sitting very close to the older black man, with her legs spread wide and his hand in her crotch; that was pretty much a given. The surprise was in the fact that she was totally naked from the waist down – her leggings weren’t just pulled down, they were gone entirely. Tina had been sitting across the table from her husband ever since he had returned from the outhouse, and had apparently been half-naked the entire time.
“Wow,” Nick breathed. “Getting you to move over there where he could play with you is one thing… talking you out of your pants that fast is another.” The sandy-haired man shook his head. “That’s impressive.”
A large grin stretched across Zeke’s face as he continued to slowly manipulate the large finger he had inserted inside of the brunette. “Shit, I didn’ talk nobody outa nuthin’! Soon as ya closed da door, Miss Tina heah was movin’ next ta me and dropping them britches herself!”
A rueful laugh escaped Nick. “Is that so?” he asked, disbelief still on his face.
“Uh… yeah…” Tina admitted as she opened her eyes to focus on her husband. “We… huh… we all knew that Zeke was going to be fucking me tonight at some point. I… uh…” she stammered, her speech obviously impaired by more than alcohol, “I figured that there was no… huh… no point risking my last pair of leggings getting all messy. So I took them off.”
The statement was so practical, so very like his wife to reason like that. And yet, the admission put an icy grip in the pit of Nick’s stomach, with her casual acceptance that the big black man was going to fuck her again. Even though Nick had agreed that yes - it was going to happen - back when he agreed to spend the night in the cabin… to hear his wife be so cavalier about it was just jarring and a little humiliating, despite that fact that Nick absolutely wanted it to happen.
“Now dat we is all on da same page,” the big man rumbled in his deep voice, “I’d really like to see dem titties. Dey’s all swole up since I seen y’all last time, I bet dey’s somethin’ else now.”
Wordlessly, the brunette reached down without hesitation and pulled her shirt up and over her head, discarding it on the floor without a glance. Momentarily, her gray sports bra landed on the floor somewhat near the shirt, not that Tina seemed to care either way.
Zeke let out a low whistle of appreciation. “Damn, dey’s even nicer than I’d hoped!” he exclaimed.
There she was, fully naked while the two men were still completely dressed. Tina’s enlarged brown nipples and areolas, still having not yet returned to their pre-pregnancy pink color or smaller size, were prominently featured as her swollen breasts were proudly on display. With a start, Nick realized that while her left nipple was glistening in the lantern light of the cabin, her right was actively leaking, with a small stream of off-white fluid slowly making its way down the curve of her breast.
Nick frowned. With the drinking and card playing, his wife had yet to do her nightly pumping session. As a result, her breasts would be extremely full right now… and given her arousal, leaking was all but guaranteed. He mentally chided himself for not thinking of it sooner, as he knew that this was very likely to be an impediment for her.
“Damn, you’s leakin’ milk, ain’t ya?” Zeke marveled. Then, without any further comment, he leaned in, capturing the white woman’s right nipple between his thick dark lips. Nick watched as the big man’s cheeks hollowed from the suction he was surely applying to Tina’s nipple.
It was a mental record scratch for Nick; he knew full well how much Tina disliked nipple stimulation when she was pregnant or nursing. Normally, her nipples were fairly typical erogenous zones, and he could get her motor running by teasing and sucking on them. But they got very sensitive when she was pregnant, and nursing was the opposite of sexy to her. She had chided him pretty harshly in the past when he had tried to suck on her nipples during sex if she was lactating at all, and he fully expected Zeke’s action to elicit a similar response.
Instead, Nick was stunned to hear his wife moan at the black man’s attention. As her husband stood there, watching numbly, Tina’s hands slid behind the large man’s head and pulled him in tighter. Her head lolled to the side, her mouth drooped open as the black hermit continued to finger her vagina while enveloping her nipple entirely in his mouth and sucking hard on her breast.
Some part of Nick’s brain registered how hard his penis had become. Almost in a fog, he shuffled over to Tina, leaned over, and captured her left nipple in his own mouth. As he began sucking, the brunette moaned again, then his mouth was filled with sweet, warm liquid.
Through three babies and twenty-one years of marriage, Tina had never allowed her husband to suck on her tits like this, had always viewed milk as a taboo - as a thing for babies only. Now, thanks the efforts of an old black stranger, she was writhing in pleasure while the older man fingered her and both men nursed on her breasts.
Time was difficult for Nick to judge. His head was reeling, his pulse was racing, the whole world was reduced to the pants and moans of his wife, the warm sweetness he was swallowing, the squishing noises from the black man’s thick digit plumbing the white woman’s pussy, the scents of sweat and Zeke’s body musk and Tina’s vaginal lubricant. Nick dimly realized that he was squeezing his own steely erection; at some point, he must have freed it from his pants, but he didn’t remember doing so.
Eventually, Tina had apparently had enough. “Please,” she murmured. “Please. I… huh… I need it.”
Zeke released the white woman’s nipple, grinning as he looked up at her. “An’ what is it that ya need, missy?” he asked in a taunting tone as he let his hand fall motionless, a finger still deep inside of her.
The brunette’s face twisted into an expression of hunger and desire. “Your cock… please,” she pleaded. “I… I need your cock. I need you to fuck me…”
Nick’s mouth went dry as he released her other breast and stood up. At some point, Zeke had shed his own pants; the bulky man was holding his mammoth dark cock in his left hand as he casually stroked it. The time for teasing had passed; Tina was clearly ready for the main event.
“No sense ta keep ya waitin’, den,” the big man replied with a smirk. He reached down, grabbed the smaller white woman by the hips, and picked her up easily. As she gave a squeak of surprise, he turned and laid her down on the table, pushing the forgotten cards and glasses out of the way as he did so.
The height of the table might have been a logistical issue for Nick, but as tall as Zeke was, it was clear that Tina was actually in prime position for penetration by the large black man as she lay there. Dumbly, Nick reached over to collect the booze and the glasses, placing them on the counter. He had the feeling that Zeke’s enthusiasm might have otherwise led to a fair amount of broken glass.
As Nick relocated the clutter, Zeke positioned himself between the brunette’s legs, then grabbed them and used them as leverage to pull her ass to the edge. The big man took his fat cock in hand and began rubbing the chocolate head against the white woman’s glistening pink labia.
“Such a pretty pussy you got, Miss Tina,” Zeke observed with a smile. “Dem pretty pink lips look so nice against dis dark dick a’ mine. Never does get old, seein’ dat white pussy wrapped around ma dick.” Tina gave a soft moan as she looked down at the impending junction of their bodies.
The big man glanced over at Nick and smirked. “I don’ guess there’s any sense in talkin’ more ‘bout pullin’ out now, is there?”
Nick swallowed, trying vainly to wet his dry mouth. “I don’t guess that there is,” he agreed. As he stared at the penis beginning to slowly enter his wife’s body, a voice that seemed to come from someone else added on. “To be fair,” he stated, his voice cracking, “It’s not just that your cock is so big and fills her so good that gets her off when we talk about you fucking her. She really loves remembering and fantasizing about you coming inside of her.”
The confession seemed to break through the fog in Tina’s brain, and she turned to look at her husband with alarm - and a little confusion - on her face. Before she could raise any sort of objection, however, Zeke chuckled. “Well, den, dat’s real nice. She ought ta be real happy, Nick, ‘cause I’ma put all dis seed as deep inside yo wife as I can.”
With that, the large man grabbed the brunette’s pale hips in his massive dark hands and gripped her tightly as he thrust, hard, into her body. This was no tease, this included no effort to let the smaller woman grow accustomed to his size. This was him forcing fully half of his massive member into the woman’s helpless vagina – in one single stroke.
“HUUUUNNNHHH GOD!” Tina moaned, her voice agonizing as her back arched in a desperate attempt to deal with the sudden onslaught. “GOD HE’S SO BIIIGGG….” she cried as her head tossed side to side.
The big man’s face bore a smirk as he set in to his trademark fucking motion – long, hard, utterly consistent strokes. Every thrust sank a little more of the massive dark penis further and further inside of the smaller white woman’s pink vagina as she panted and moaned and squealed.
Tina lying on her back on top of the table while Zeke fucked her in a standing position offered Nick an incredible view of his wife’s little pink labia stretched obscenely around the thick dark invader of Zeke’s abnormally bulky cock. Every time the big man pulled back, his coal black member glistened in the lantern light with the white woman’s wetness while her vaginal lips stretched tight as they clung to his retreating shaft. Every stroke in caused an impact that drove an “uh” noise from Tina’s lungs. Her breasts jiggled in rhythmic circles with the constant motion of the hermit’s cock moving in and out of her cunt like some machine engineered specifically for sex.
Despite sounds that contained far more of what surely sounded like pain than Nick would have liked to hear, his wife’s first orgasm ripped through her before the big black man had managed to fully seat his ridiculous phallus fully inside of her body. As she tossed her head, moaning and crying in obvious ecstasy, Zeke’s smirk widened into a full grin. “Is dat what’cha needed, missy? You needed dat big ol’ dick a’ mine fillin’ up ya little pussy?”
At first, the brunette couldn’t seem to form coherent words. But as the contractions from her orgasm faded, Tina regained the ability to focus and moaned in response. “Oh God yes,” she replied. “So… so BIIIGGG… so, huh, fucking good! Oh God fuck me… Zeke, please keep fucking me!” As she spoke, the pitch of her voice began to raise; combined with the look of intense concentration on her face, Nick knew that his wife had already begun to climb the hill of her next orgasm on the old man’s bulky cock.
And so it went for the next ten minutes or so. The old black man never slowed, never varied – he kept up his same machine-like pace of fucking the smaller white woman, keeping his hands in a tight grip on her hips to prevent her from slipping back and away from him. Nick could not help but stroke his own penis as he watched, and he leaned over a couple of times to kiss his wife while she was being penetrated by the other man. She would vary between kissing him back with incredibly hungry enthusiasm to falling away from him and becoming unfocused entirely as her orgasms built in response to the fucking Zeke was giving her.
Even though Zeke’s stamina seemed to be nearly as remarkable as the hulking man’s absurd appendage, it was apparently not limitless; eventually, his breathing grew ragged, and his strokes began to lose cohesion. As aroused as Nick was, he felt dread ball in the pit of his stomach as he realized that the old man was about to inseminate the panting woman lying on the table.
“Jus’ ‘bout ta get ma nut, missy,” the large man spoke in a strained voice. “You still wantin’ me ta pull out?” he asked in a mocking tone.
“God no,” she exclaimed immediately. “Don’t you… huh… dare pull out. Give it all to me!” she exclaimed as her feet slipped behind the old hermit’s buttocks to cross behind him and lock him into place inside of her.
Intellectually, Nick knew that it really didn’t matter all that much. The big black man had already come inside of his wife a few hours prior; the odds of a second load so soon having any real impact didn’t seem very high. Even so, Tina was unprotected and possibly fertile; they were risking her egg, her womb here. They knew that Zeke was undeniably virile; if the Bryants didn’t want to risk her carrying another black baby, they really needed to be smarter, to have the old man pull out.
So why did the nauseating thought of Zeke bathing Tina’s cervix with another warm load of semen appeal to Nick so much?
And then, it was too late to ponder any longer. Zeke gave one final thrust to bury himself as deeply as possible inside of the white woman’s vagina as he roared in orgasm. “HHUUUAAARRRGGG!!! YEAH! TAKE… HAA… ALL DAT CUM!” he exclaimed.
The brunette’s face was pinched tight as if she was concentrating to keep from falling off of a high cliff. When she felt the massive penis inside of her begin to twitch, when she felt the warm rush of fluid soaking her cervix, when the knowledge came into clarity that another man besides her husband was inseminating her… she melted, falling from that cliff into the momentous orgasm waiting below. “HAHHH… YESSS… SO FULL SO WARM CUM IN MEEE!” she wailed. “INSIDE FUCK YES INSIDE CUM YES OH GOD CUM IN ME HUUUHHHAAA!”
Even though he couldn’t really pull out, not with Tina’s legs locked behind him, Zeke still pushed forward several times as if he were trying to find some way to force another millimeter of his ponderous cock into Tina’s pussy. Each thrust was accompanied by an animalistic grunt as he delivered another shot of warm semen into the depths of her vagina. As Nick watched the spectacle, it seemed debatable as to whether the old hermit was trying to breed his wife – or if he was just trying to press his massive organ completely through her body.
Eventually, the big black man stopped thrusting, content instead to lean against the table while remaining fully embedded inside the white women under him. Tina’s orgasm outlasted his by another twenty seconds or so, if the uncontrolled spasms of her body were any good indication. Neither of them moved for a good two or three minutes after their orgasms were completed; instead, they remained still, panting from the exertion while Zeke allowed his penis to slowly soften inside of the brunette’s vagina.
Eventually, Zeke pulled his deflating member out of Tina’s sloppy cunt, causing a rush of white fluid to follow and spatter to the floor below. As Nick carefully inspected his wife’s swollen, gaping opening that continued to ooze the old man’s semen, something inside of him snapped.
The smaller man grabbed a wooden case and slid it over to the table, then stepped on top of it, giving himself enough height to properly reach his wife. With no preamble, he shuffled forward, then buried his own cock fully inside of his wife with one stroke.
As Tina gave a low moan from the new penetration, Nick felt his pulse pounding in his ears. The sensations were exquisite; his wife’s snug little pussy was surprisingly only a little bit looser than normal, but my God… the warm, soft slickness was breathtaking. Every stroke was like his penis was being lightly caressed by warm, soft, wet velvet; nothing in the world felt exactly like this. The sandy-haired man could feel moisture collect along the base of his shaft and run down to his balls; he knew that his wife was extremely wet, but he also knew that a great deal of that liquid was the black man’s very virile semen.
It was as if the brunette was reading his mind. “That’s it, baby,” she purred, an evil little grin on her face. “That’s right. Fuck… ah… fuck me. Fuck your wife,” she teased. “But… huh… you do know that you are pushing his sperm back up inside of me, right?”
Nick moaned at her dirty words. His balls were tingling; he had already been far too close from stroking himself when he first slid inside of Tina’s liquid cunt. Her talk was almost too much to take.
Not that she stopped.
“Are you just… huh… trying to get me pregnant with his baby?” she panted. “Forcing that cum deep into me?”
Nick was right there. He knew it, and years of marriage meant that his wife knew it at least as well as he did. Naturally, she continued to tease him.
“Oh, you are about to cum, I can feel it,” she observed as he hammered away. “Does that… ah… mean that you are going to take your chance?”
That did it. Nick knew exactly what his wife was referring to – she was asking if he was going to try to have a chance to be the father of her baby if today’s sex led to a pregnancy; they had had a similar conversation the morning after Zeke had fucked her the very first time almost two years ago. If Tina truly was fertile right now, Zeke’s sperm was inside of her, perhaps even now seeking her egg. If Nick also inseminated his wife, he would have some small chance of being the father… not a great chance, given the two massive loads that the old black man had put so deeply inside of her, but some chance nonetheless.
With a cry, Nick ripped his penis free from his wife’s vagina at the very last instant. Two strokes with his hand around his member, and his own seed was shooting out; the first pulse landed above her belly button, the next two were progressively weaker, with the final drops falling to splatter among that patch of brown public hair that she maintained just for him.
Nick’s ejaculation obviously did not trigger an orgasm in the brunette the way that the larger man’s had, but she did stroke his arm while he came, hair nails gently running up and down his skin, while she crooned encouragement. “That’s it, baby – that’s it,” she murmured. “Cum for me, baby. Let it all out. Just like that. Let it all out.”
When the last twitches of his own orgasm had subsided, Nick stepped down off of the wooden case and staggered backward a couple of steps while desperately trying to catch his breath.
Surprisingly, the post sex atmosphere in the cabin did not prove to be awkward at all. Instead, there was a curious familiarity among the occupants, a feeling like this was the expected progression of events. Naturally, the alcohol and exertion had caught up to everyone; even though it was not particularly late, it seemed that the only logical action was to turn in for the night.
Soon, the stove was banked with fresh wood and the lantern was dimmed. Not long after, Nick found himself lying in the near-dark on the bunk, with Tina curled up against him and Zeke stretched out on the cot nearby.
Despite the fatigue that he felt, sleep refused to come quickly to Nick. The sounds of steady rain against the cabin’s roof and the deep breathing of both his wife and the older black man provided a backdrop as the day’s events played through his head on repeat.
A sick dread nibbled at the edges of his consciousness – things had once again gotten out of hand. Even if Tina wasn’t ovulating, she was surely fertile; now that he had a little post nut clarity, the idea of her carrying another black baby was terrifying. God, why had he been so foolish? He hadn’t just let it happen; he had even encouraged it, fed into it!
But then… Nick’s thoughts drifted to the little cardboard rectangle tucked away in his backpack pocket. Tomorrow morning, he and Tina would leave the cabin. When they stopped for lunch, Nick would produce the dose of Plan B for his wife, she would take it, and they would leave these crazy risks behind them once and for all. Seeing as how it wouldn’t have even been twenty-four hours yet – with the medicine effectiveness at up to seventy-two hours after unprotected sex – Nick felt a little calming reassurance that the insane actions they had taken weren’t going to come back to bite them, after all.
Secure in the knowledge that everything was still going to work out, Nick allowed his thoughts to focus on the day’s sex. He remembered the faces that the brunette had made, the sounds that came from her as the old black man repeatedly forced that massive fat cock of his into her body. How wet and sloppy his wife’s pussy had to have been, how many orgasms she had undergone, how insane she had gotten when the hermit had inseminated her. Despite the worries that had been plaguing him, despite his own recent orgasm, Nick felt his penis begin to grow firm inside of the sleeping bag. It was foolish to pretend that this stuff didn’t turn him on like nothing else.
The warmth of sleep finally began to pull Nick under. His final drowsy thoughts were of how much more dirty talk he would be able to have with Tina in the future, and how she had risked her womb here again with the big black man.
And then, all of them slept.
