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With A Little Help From My Friends
by Ickric (ick_ric@yahoo.co.uk)

***

Jenny and her hubby cannot conceive and artificial 
insemination is costly. The natural method is all they 
can afford. They scour the internet to find a helpful 
stranger. Trouble is, the stranger has his own agenda 
and lots of friends. (M+/F, reluc, orgy, intr, preg)

***

Jenny had settled down, her flamboyant life style had 
been calmed by the act of marriage and her husband had 
shown her the benefits of monogamy. She was content 
with her standard semi in her standard suburb with her 
standard husband on a standard salary. But she yearned 
for a family. 

Her husband, who had been married before, had other 
views. His divorce had been particularly fraught and he 
had taken the initiative to have a vasectomy. After 
marrying Jenny, however, his heart melted and the 
decision to start a family was made. Trouble was, hubby 
was incapable.

They'd been married for a couple of years and all the 
wild oats she'd sown previously should have left her 
fairly open minded. She had grown more introvert, 
however, opting for less glamorous clothing and less 
adventurous life style. Sure, Jenny and her hubby had 
good times but not as wild as they once were. Being 
married often lead to mundane sex between partners and 
Jenny and her husband were certainly no exception.

They'd been to see the doctor who told them that the 
reversal was possible but there was no guarantee it 
would be successful. They then enquired about 
artificial insemination and the costs involved. Hubby 
was on a good salary but not that good, middle managers 
were ten a penny in their part of the world.

To overcome her tears, they explored alternative 
options for conception and it was eventually his idea 
that the conception should happen naturally. After all, 
it was God's way, he told her but she was less than 
convinced.

Given the cost and the timescale of artificial 
insemination, she reluctantly agreed to a "live" donor 
and they scoured the internet. Ads were placed and 
clubs approached for potential candidates. She had been 
offered the possibility of choosing some one she 
already knew or who she may have been intimate with 
previously. She did not want that, her embarrassment 
would have made it impossible for her. Besides, it was 
a personal problem between the two of them. They would 
find a candidate who was not local, who fitted the bill 
and who they felt they could trust.

It took them weeks to collate information, check out 
photos, speak on the phone and they even met a couple 
of them before she opted for one. His name was Andrew 
and he lived a 3 hour drive away up in the North. He 
was young, had a reasonable level of education and was 
happy to oblige. He was tall and lanky, skinny bum and 
not the best of looking guys, but it was the best they 
could find and she opted for Andy.

They had researched the fertility guide lines and had 
worked out Jenny's most fertile fortnight. They had 
booked the time off work and travelled by train, 
checking into the hotel using false names and paying in 
cash. They did not wish to be traced at a later date by 
some guy trying to gain access to his child. If she 
fell pregnant, it would be hers and her husbands. 
That's what the world would be led to believe.

They checked in and had dinner, Andy joined them part 
way through. They laughed and joked and got to know 
each other. They'd met before and Jenny had been 
accepting of the idea of having this man's semen inside 
her.

After dinner, they went to their room and Jenny 
explained the rules.

"We lie on the bed and you get yourself to the point of 
ejaculation" she said in a clinical manner, "I'll get 
myself aroused and when you're ready to cum, you tell 
me. Then I'll lower myself on to you until you cum and 
then I'll climb off" Andy looked a little miffed at the 
idea. Guessing his next question, she answered him 
firmly.

"No kissing, no peeking and no touching" she said. The 
lady had spoken. Andy agreed initially but he had a 
plan.

Tonight was a couple of nights before the beginning of 
her really fertile spell and the idea was that tonight 
would be a test, to make sure they were both 
comfortable with the idea. Andy was to come over every 
evening after his work and provide her with the 
necessary and, over the weekend, which was to be her 
most fertile spell, he would visit her two or three 
times. They all agreed and shook hands.

To save her embarrassment, her husband was encouraged 
to be in the bar whilst they were conceiving and, 
reluctantly, he agreed. He wanted to be with his wife 
when their baby was conceived but he understood her 
concerns and respected her wishes.

The first night went according to plan with Andy 
beating his meat on the bed, his trousers and pants 
folded neatly at the foot of the bed. He unashamedly 
masturbated himself, looking at Jenny as he did. She 
wore a loose fitting top which hid her curvaceous bust, 
and a long skirt. Her fingers were buried under her 
skirt and Andy could barely see her knee, let alone her 
thigh. Eventually, he breathed heavily and said he was 
about ready. 

Jenny knelt on the bed and straddled his hips, her long 
flowing skirt covered his lap and she buried her hand 
under her skirt and grabbed his throbbing cock. She 
lowered herself on to him and the action of doing so 
sent Andy in to orgasm and he ejaculated inside her. He 
tried to thrust it a couple of times after he'd come 
but Jenny was already removing herself from his manhood 
and lying down, knees bent and skirt covering her 
modesty.

Andy had come but it had hardly been exciting for him. 
All that would change.

The next night, the format was similar and Jenny had 
been wearing the same clothes, what Andy called her 
frumpy outfit. He pestered her to touch him or for him 
to touch her but she refused. Eventually, he told her 
he was cumming and she mounted him in the same way she 
had done so the previous evening. She lowered herself 
on to him, expecting the spurt from his dick and the 
groan from his throat. Nothing happened.

"I thought you were cumming?" she said.

"I'm nearly there," Andy said. "Ride me a bit."

"No," she said flatly.

"I'm almost there. It won't take long and it won't 
hurt," he said. "You do want this baby, don't you?" He 
knew which buttons to press. Jenny realised she'd have 
to comply and she rode his cock for a few minutes 
before he exploded in her. She had not been impressed.

The third night was the beginning of her really fertile 
spell and Andy got there a little earlier than usual. 
He'd told them that if they wanted, they could try a 
couple of times and this may increase their chances of 
success. Jenny was not sure but her husband talked her 
into it and by 6.30 in the evening, Andy and Jenny were 
on the bed together. 

Tonight, Andy had stripped off completely, his anchor 
tattoo on his right shoulder looking a little out of 
place with his skinny arms. Jenny wore her "frumpy" 
outfit and, again, when Andy said he was almost there, 
Jenny straddled across him. This time, Andy helped her 
by putting the skirt over their laps, purposely lifting 
the skirt higher than it needed to be and he caught a 
sight of her bush. Like the rest of her, it was tidy 
and neatly trimmed, her lips slightly damp from her own 
stimulation and a bit of help from some lubricating 
jelly.

She felt embarrassed at first, but remembered that her 
husband was not the only guy to have seen her pussy. 
Nor had he been the only one to fuck her. In fact her 
husband was quite a way down the order.

Andy had again tricked her and he was nowhere near 
cumming. He told her it was her fault and she needed to 
be a bit more erotic or lustful if she wanted him to 
cum and for her to conceive. She was at her most 
fertile time, it was too late to vet another potential 
donor. She agreed.

"What will make you cum quicker?" she asked. Andy did 
not reply, he just reached up and grabbed a handful of 
her tit.

"Take off your top," he ordered. "I want to see your 
tits. That'll make me cum," he said. Jenny knew she had 
little choice and so she slowly and sexily pulled off 
her top. Andy's hands were all over her bra covered 
tits and he massaged them with some vigour. Jenny 
winced so Andy slowed the pace and strength of his 
grasping.

Strangely, even though she did not fancy him, she'd 
aroused herself enough to be wet enough to accommodate 
his average size cock, and as he'd been massaging her 
tits, her nipples had become erect. She was being 
turned on. Andy was getting her aroused.

She started to ride his cock and she leaned back, his 
hands still on her tits. She reached down and tickled 
his balls and he squirmed, almost instantly filling her 
cunt with his sperm.

She dismounted and took up the knees in the air stance, 
allowing his sperm to flow as deep into her as it 
could. He was breathing heavily and she was pretty 
aroused too.

Twenty minutes later, he suggested they do it again but 
to ensure the sperm already in her could not escape, 
she should lie on her back with a pillow under her 
bottom. She wanted to protest but Andy had already 
placed a pillow under her and had lifted up her skirt 
to see her bare pussy. He took in the loveliness of her 
legs. Legs like those should be exhibited, not kept 
hidden under long skirts.

Jenny tried to cover herself but Andy had buried his 
head between her legs, his tongue and fingers probing 
at her, licking her clitoris, his fingers exploring her 
insides looking for the elusive G spot. To this day, 
he'd never found it but he'd had a darn good try and 
lots of fun in the process.

Jenny squirmed in denial, not wanting to feel turned 
on. She felt at first as though she was being raped, 
but the licking of her pussy soon had her writhing in 
pleasure and she found her self lost in her own world. 

"Tease my pussy," she'd whispered inadvertently and 
Andy readily complied. With his mouth still on her 
pussy, he raised his hands to her breasts and fondled 
her. He moved his hands to her side and momentarily 
removed his mouth from her pussy whilst he unclasped 
her bra, removing it swiftly and throwing it somewhere 
towards the bathroom. His face returned to her pussy, 
his hands groping wildly at her tits, her nipples 
swelling with excitement. She could feel a climax 
building and she wanted it to stop but not stop. 
Confused, all she could do was lie back and enjoy.

"Lick me, suck my clit," she whispered, not wanting to 
be too loud yet not wanting to hold back. Andy again 
complied. Her back arched and she held her breath as 
the orgasm swept through her.

Her mind all over the place, she was unaware of Andy 
crawling over her body and entering her, nestling into 
her neck, kissing her. His average sized cock buried 
deep inside her, his movements becoming faster, more 
urgent, his breath became more laboured as he fucked 
her. Jenny responded mostly out of reflex, raising her 
hips into his as he thrust in and out of her, her pussy 
meeting the trust of his cock, in unison.

Again, he bathed her cervix in his baby gravy and he 
withdrew, panting heavily.

Jenny felt totally used but she was reluctant for him 
to stop. She so desperately wanted this pregnancy. Andy 
dressed and left without speaking. He looked at her 
before he left and she saw something in his eyes that 
she did not like the look of.

The following evening was Sunday and, again, Andy 
arrived early. Jenny had not told her husband of Andy's 
lack of respect for her and her rules. She kept the 
secret which added to the stress and burden. She 
gritted her teeth, aware that she was at the height of 
her fertile time and needed to have as much possibility 
of getting pregnant as she could, she would have to 
comply with his wishes.

Andy waited until he saw the husband go to the bar 
before knocking on Jenny's hotel room door. She opened 
the door and she was again in her "frumpy" outfit.

"You can get that lot off for a start," Andy ordered. 
Jenny shook her head. He called her bluff by heading 
for the door.

"OK, OK," she agreed, reluctantly.

"Good," he said. "From now on, it's on my terms, you 
understand?" Jenny glared at him.

"OK," she eventually said.

"Tell me. You want to get pregnant, right?" Andy asked. 
Jenny nodded.

"And this is your most fertile time, right?" Again 
Jenny nodded.

"And you need as much sperm in your tight little pussy 
as you can get, right?"

"Yes," she said.

"Right then," he said and started tapping away on his 
mobile. Text sent, he turned back to face her.

"Why are you still fully dressed?" he asked abruptly. 
She stood there looking into his eyes but saw no 
compassion.

"Do I have to do it myself?" he asked, and went to walk 
over to her. Jenny flinched and began to take off her 
top. "That's better" he said, returning to his mobile 
to read the incoming text message. Jenny had stripped 
to her underwear when there was a tap on the door. She 
looked up in fear. Her hubby had come back. What would 
he say? Andy opened the door and let 3 strangers into 
the room, all male and judging by their accents, all 
locals. They all knew each other and Andy shook their 
hands one by one.

"She's a right pretty one," said one of the blokes, a 
short dumpy guy with spectacles. 

"Nice arse!" said the second guy. The third guy just 
gawped in the way creeps do. Jenny shuddered. She'd 
guessed Andy's plan and as the thoughts struck, Andy 
confirmed her worst fears.

"Just to make sure you do get pregnant, I brought some 
reinforcements," he said, "And you'd better not 
disappoint us or else things might get unpleasant."

Jenny began to cry, she had not planned for her eggs to 
be fertilised by scum, she had wanted at least a half 
decent bloke to father her first child. 

"Turning on the waterworks won't work, darlin'" Andy 
said. He turned to his mates and said "Who wants to get 
her bra off?" The short dumpy guy advanced on her, his 
eyes as wide as saucers. Jenny's vision was bleary due 
to her tears, but she knew which one it was and what to 
expect. His rough hands grabbed her tits roughly and 
she screamed in agony. 

He reached around before her and unclipped her bra, 
throwing it to the creepy guy before returning to her 
ample bust and sucking on her nipple, fondling the 
other. Jenny tried to block out the experience but the 
creepy guy, who had been sniffing her bra suddenly 
dropped his strides and pants and rubbed her underwear 
along the length of his erection. 

The second guy produced a Swiss army knife and used the 
blade to slice through the elastic of her briefs, 
revealing her nakedness to them all. Within seconds, 
they were all naked, clothes being flung in all 
directions.

They laid her on the bed and, without any foreplay, the 
dumpy one had pushed the head of his short fat cock 
into the opening of her pussy. She was not fully 
lubricated and certainly not aroused and she again 
squealed in pain.

"Shut it, you whore," the dumpy one said. No one used 
names, and this further disorientated her. The use of 
dirty talk made the creepy one rub himself quicker. He 
had repossessed the remains of her briefs and had been 
licking the inner liner of the panties where her pussy 
would have been. The second guy had forced his dick 
into Jenny's unwilling mouth. She was OK with oral but 
she hated deep throat and she guessed what the guy 
wanted.

Luckily she anticipated what was to happen, she took a 
deep breath as the cock was pushed deep into the roof 
of her mouth, the actions bringing her close to 
vomiting. 

The dumpy one was fucking her hard, his hands on her 
tits as she laid on her back, trying to draw breath 
when the cock in her mouth permitted. She was pleased 
when dumpy was getting close to dumping his load in 
her.

"Shit, babe. I'm gonna cum inside you, you dirty 
fucking whore. It's going to be my baby," he laughed at 
her as he shot his load deep inside her, his squeezing 
of her breasts becoming more vicious as he came. Creepy 
was on his knees watching dumpy deposit his seed in 
their prey. Dumpy moved to allow Andy to take over, the 
second guy content with the sensation of being in 
Jenny's mouth.

"Come to daddy," Andy whispered, as if this going to 
arouse her or make her more willing. She could barely 
see with the tears in her eyes and could barely breath 
with the abuse of her throat. Andy entered her and she 
knew it was him, having experienced his cock before, 
and his sexual prowess. His idea of a good fuck was 
hard and fast, no time for niceties.

Time seemed to drag until Andy reached his crescendo 
and emptied his sack in her waiting pussy. Dumpy was 
watching from the side, still fondling one of her tits.

"Maybe it'll be twins," he laughed, "One scabby 
Northern fucker and one filthy son of a bitch." Creepy 
looked up from his viewing position and smiled. Dumpy 
looked at creepy. 

"Maybe, if it's triplets, one'll be a pervert, too!" 
Dumpy added. Jenny's body trembled at the thought and 
this vibration and movement added to Andy's pleasure.

"Go for it, you dirty slut. You whore. You must be a 
slut to allow strange men to fuck you just so you can 
get pregnant," he said, almost with bitterness. Creepy 
stood up, his dick in his hand and he whispered into 
Andy's ear. Andy stood back.

"Your need is greater than mine," he said and he 
withdrew, allowing creep to lay on top of her. His 
dick, about the same size as her husbands (a measly 5 
inches) entered her and she might not even have known 
he was present had it not been for the fact he was 
biting her nipples. The second guy who was still in her 
mouth was stopping her from screaming and she writhed 
in pain, the movement causing creepy to reach climax 
and he ejaculated in her, his teeth now drawing blood. 
He sucked at the nipple, tasting the blood at the same 
time. He looked up at the others looking like Count 
Dracula.

"It's like going down on a tart when she's having her 
period," he smiled, his accent also local. The others 
laughed. Andy resumed his position and fucked her, hard 
and fast, dumpy caressing her blood stained tit. Andy 
came and at last, guy two removed his cock from her 
mouth. Jenny gasped for breath before she felt him 
penetrate her pussy. Given the fact she'd had him in 
her mouth for ages, he took an immense amount of time 
to reach his climax and, when he did, he spurted for 
what seemed an eternity.

By this time, of course, the others had recovered and 
were ready for a second turn. Creepy left love bites 
all over her neck, Dumpy made a point of fucking her up 
the arse, pulling out just before climax to cum in her 
pussy. Guy two made her lick his cock until he was hard 
again, then he fucked her. Andy had seconds as well, 
his talk was dirty which gave creepy the time of his 
life.

It was about 4 hours before the guys dressed and left, 
creepy ensuring he kept the mommento of her bra and 
briefs, using one of the bra cups to catch some of the 
semen that was leaking out of her which he then spread 
all over his face. 

Jenny lay on the bed, shell shocked and sore all over, 
the wound on her breast starting to clot. The last 
thing she heard was Andy saying, "See you tomorrow for 
more of the same."

She showered and dressed for bed and when her husband 
returned, she kept the light off and told him she was 
tired and wanted to go to sleep.

She made sure she wore a high necked pullover the next 
day to try to hide the love bites that she'd acquired. 
She'd pleaded with her husband to take them home, that 
she didn't want to do this anymore. He was having none 
of it, he told her that they'd come this far and they 
couldn't quit. He, like her, wanted the baby as much as 
she did.

Unable to convince him, she went back to the room to 
pack. There was a rap on the door and she opened it, 
expecting to see her husband. 

Andy pushed the door as soon as she'd opened it. 

"Stop it. My husband will be back any minute and we're 
going home," she uttered.

"I don't think so," Andy said. "You see, two of my lads 
have taken him greyhound racing for the day. My little 
treat" he smiled, his eyes looked evil.

"Besides, I'm a professional and I promised to ensure 
you left here pregnant," he grinned. She heard the door 
creek and behind him she saw more strangers, maybe half 
a dozen this time and all of them were black men. One 
looked like Mr. T out of the A team, he was so big. 
Jenny went to cry out loud but Andy grabbed her with 
his strong arms and clasped a hand over her mouth.

"If you don't cooperate, I can always ring my buddies," 
he smirked. "You wouldn't want your dear husband to 
have a fatal accident on the way back from the race 
track, would you?"

Jenny gulped. She relaxed and Andy released his grip on 
her.

"Now we can do this the easy way of the hard way. Which 
would you prefer?" he asked. She looked at the line of 
eager black studs waiting to have their way with her.

"Please can you promise me no biting this time?" she 
asked. Andy smiled.

"No biting," he affirmed. "But my friends will take you 
in what ever perverted way they wish" he added. There 
was a short pause.

"But they will come in your pussy," he said. She looked 
at Andy incredulously.

"But they're black!" she stated. The black men all 
laughed.

"There's nothing wrong with your eyesight, is there," 
Andy laughed.

"But I don't want a black baby," she said. Andy's smile 
melted instantly.

"You just said you wanted me to get you pregnant," he 
said. "You never said any preference about colour."

"Yeah, are you prejudice, you white whore," one of the 
black men shouted. Jenny was now very frightened.

"No, I'm not prejudiced, it's just that how can I pass 
off a black..."

"That ain't my problem, bitch!" Andy spat. "Now get 
those fucking clothes off before I get angry"

"Yeah, and before I get frustrated" said the bloke who 
looked like Mr. T.

Jenny removed her sweater and skirt, then peeled off 
her underwear. It was pointless trying to resist. 

She lay on the bed, fluffing up a pillow behind her 
head. If she was going to be raped, she may as well be 
comfortable.

She'd not noticed the black guys stripping off but they 
were ready for action by the time she'd got her pillows 
comfy. Prepared for the frenzy she'd endured yesterday, 
these guys were more serene. The first black guy was a 
tall muscular lad, shaved head and a gold crucifix 
around his neck, started licking her pussy. His long 
muscular tongue was touching her in such a way, she 
started to feel aroused. 

A second guy, who was sporting a baseball cap on 
backwards, was sat beside her and he was gently 
caressing her breasts, gently tweaking the nipples, 
licking her tits and giving her some erotic 
stimulation. Jenny's breath deepened in pleasure as 
these two black studs aroused her. 

A third guy knelt on her other side and took her hand. 
He placed her hand on his erection. At first, she 
recoiled but was encouraged to hold it. She didn't want 
rough stuff again, so she held his cock, feeling the 
pulse within. She could not see the cock because the 
head sucking her tits was in the way, but it felt very 
substantial, not just long but thick, too. She'd heard 
that black guys were well hung but she'd never 
experienced one. This would soon change.

Her pleasure rose and soon, she felt the first wave of 
orgasm approaching. Christ, she hadn't had an orgasm 
with anyone but her husband since they've been married. 
She couldn't help herself and she felt the orgasm hit 
then dissipate like a wave hitting the shore.

She moaned in delight as the first guy replaced his 
tongue with his cock. She'd had some monster cocks 
before she was married but this was huge. After the 
pounding she'd taken yesterday, this guy's cock slid in 
gently and smoothly, but purpose and grace. She 
couldn't help herself and she raised her hips to meet 
his, unaware of the movement elsewhere in the room.

The Mr. T lookalike had briefly left the room and 
returned with a case containing a tripod and a digital 
camcorder. He was now filming the action. Jenny was 
blissfully unaware at this time. 

"Ooh, that's nice," she whispered as the guy fucking 
her built up a rhythm, her hand masturbating the cock 
she held at the same pace.

"You like it like this?" the guy asked.

"Ooh yes," Jenny replied.

"Tell me what you like," he said. Her eyes were closed 
in delight.

"Being fucked," she replied. 

"You like my black meat?" 

"Ooh yeah. I love your black meat," she responded, and 
she was genuine. She was enjoying this.

"You want your black man's meat to fuck you, yeah?" he 
enquired, building up his pace. "'Cos I'm gonna fuck 
you, sweet mama. I'm gonna fuck you and make you 
pregnant," he said.

"I don't care," she said. "Just fuck me."

"You want a black baby, you white bitch?" another black 
voice said.

"Don't care," she repeated. "Just want to be fucked."

"How do you want to be fucked?" said the same black 
voice.

"Like a slut. Fuck me like a dirty little slut," she 
said, her voice calm, her breathing rapid and her 
orgasm approaching.

"You want us all to fuck you?" said the Mr. T character 
from behind the camera.

"Ooh yes," she responded. "I'll be your little white 
slut as long as you've all got big cocks and can fuck 
me like this guy" she said, opening her eyes. It was 
then she caught a glimpse of the camcorder behind her 
first black lover.

"What's going on?" she asked in panic. The guy sucking 
her tits pushed her back down.

"It's OK mama," he said, "Be cool. We just wanna 
remember you, that's all."

"Yeah, it's not every day we get to gang bang a horny 
white slut and she's begging for it," said another 
voice.

Her panic was suddenly over ridden by her second orgasm 
and this brought with it, her first lover's climax. For 
the first time ever, Jenny felt a black man's sperm 
flow into her unprotected womb, at the height of her 
fertile time. 

The space in her pussy was vacated and replaced with a 
second black guy, this one wearing a gold star of David 
(Surely he's not Jewish, she thought to herself) and he 
waved his circumcised cock in front of her, brushing it 
through her pubic hair before plunging it deep into her 
waiting cunt. 

He was also large and as he entered her, she moaned out 
loud again. The very act of his penetration was sending 
her into her next orgasm and he'd barely even begun. 

"Fuck me deeper," she ordered, unable to control 
herself now.

"White whore," the guy said as he pounded his meat into 
her.

"Black fucker," she said. "You're my black fucker."

"You'd better believe it, white bitch" he said, forcing 
his enormous black cock in and out of her moist pussy. 
Jenny's breathing increased in rate as she approached 
another of many orgasms she was to have that day.

They writhed and cursed each other as the copulated, 
eventually receiving his seed but only after he'd given 
her four more orgasms. And still the camera kept on 
rolling.

Another 4 hours later, the camera had been packed up, 
clothes donned and she was left satisfied. She rested 
for a while, feeling different inside. Could she be 
pregnant already?

Her husband returned later and they talked. He asked if 
she still wanted to go home. Andy had promised that the 
black guys could come back tomorrow (with the 
camcorder, of course) and she'd happily accepted that. 
Andy had not fucked her at all that night, only the 
black men. All 6 of them, including the one she called 
Mr. T. His dick was every bit as big as she'd imagined 
it. More surprising to her was that she'd been able to 
accommodate him and with some comfort.

She'd agree to stay. Not to get pregnant, but for the 
black cock she was looking forward to.

"What if the baby is not what you expected?" she asked 
her husband.

"How do you mean?" he replied.

"Well, if there was something wrong with it. Would you 
still love it?" she asked. He reached over and held her 
hand.

"Of course I would. Any baby that you produce, you're 
its mother and I love you, so why wouldn't I love the 
baby?"

Jenny smiled. "Are you sure?"

"Positive," he replied, smiling back.

"Irrespective what the baby looks like?"

"Irrespective," he replied. Jenny wondered. Would he 
still love her if he knew she'd been fucked by a black 
man? Or several black men? Or several black men several 
times? Or if he knew she loved being fucked by several 
black men simultaneously? What if they had a black 
baby? He'd know she'd been slut but would he know she'd 
been a willing slut? No one need know. Hopefully, he'd 
never see the video footage of her screaming for more 
black cock.

They'd never find us, she thought to her self. Jenny 
and her husband were anonymous in this part of the 
country. No one knew their names, their address, their 
car registration number. Maybe she was safe. Maybe.

Unless, of course, the video footage that had been 
taken should ever came to light on the internet. But 
no-one would do that. Would they?

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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