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My name is Janice. I am white and 29 years old. I will try to get straight to the point without a lot of background stuff since it's my story that counts. I have been married to my husband for 7 years - he is white also. I am not a centerfold - just an average female with average looks I guess. If you want a point of reference think of a chubby face Jen Anniston - just her face. But I am not the chubby type. I can wear a bikini okay although most people would say I have a 'sturdy' body type. I usually wear a B-cup although my boobs look and feel bigger and I have pinkish-brown nipples. The one thing I have heard all my adult life is that I have great thighs and ass. Maybe so. My husband says I have 'dick thighs' - full and sturdy but not fat - and a prominent ass, it doesn't stick out but it's prominent and 'plump' but tight. And unlike most females these days I don't shave. I have a pretty furry bush of golden hair...maybe strawberry blonde although 'up top' my h
air is a very dark blonde and just past my shoulders.

For about 5 years we tried having a family. My husband did his best but no luck. He is average size and he fucks pretty good. I climax every once in a while when we screw but I do better when he goes down on me. But as far as making me pregnant we failed every time. I was getting anxious. According to the doctor I should have been fine and the final result was that it was probably my husband just didn't shoot enough in me or that his sperm was too lazy. It didn't matter - I wasn't pregnant and I wanted to be. I used to criticize my husband at first but got tired of it. It didn't seem to bother him and just made me feel more frustrated. So I kept my thoughts to myself. At work, however, with the other women, I was pretty critical - the whole thing was HIS fault and I was paying for it. I guess some of my friends at work got tired of listening to me or felt badly for me because after my last big letdown finding out I wasn't knocked up, I got pretty upset. That's when Sharita an
d Tonya, two black females I work with, pulled me aside and said if I was really serious about having a baby I needed to do it right and do it with someone with a guaranteed track record. Quite frankly I didn't care WHO the father was just so I got pregnant. I knew that my husband would take care of the baby - he wants/tried to act masculine but he really is wimpish, especially when I really demand something.

Both Sharita and Tonya told me I was woman enough and just needed a real man. I had to agree and when they asked if I wanted them to help I said a big YES. The idea had me excited. It was a matter of 'conspiring' and doing something 'naughty' at the same time I got what I wanted. That was more than enough to get me interested and getting the job done. But you can imagine my surprise when they told me their plan.

Two weeks after I agreed to their help, Tonya and Sharita took me out for a drink after work and introduced me to Ron and Barry - two black guys who were friends of theirs. I was stunned but didn't want to appear prejudiced so I just acted polite and drank faster. Ron and Barry had 8 children between them. They were polite guys, both were big and athletic and they immediately offered to help me if I wanted it. I suddenly was very unsure - I had never considered a black baby. But as we sat and had drinks I found them so friendly and nice - not thugs - that I realized it didn't matter to me as long as I got a baby. So I told them I'd really think abut the offer and let them know. I was three-quarters serious, I wasn't trying to put them off. One side of me said I was nuts to think of it but the other side of me said 'Why not'? I discovered that the more I considered things the more I got a huge knot of excitement in me. When I drove home from having drinks with the black guys I
actually got wet!

The whole idea drove me crazy. I couldn't think of anything else. Needless to say, I decided to go for it. Why not? All I had to lose was my sanity. Ron had given me his phone number and a little over three weeks after meeting him and Barry I called on and told him I had thought things over and was willing to try it. We would be as discreet as possible and just do it! Ron told me to make very sure of the time I was fertile - when my ovulation would be at its most intense - and then call him. We decided on a motel that was an hour's travel away and when I was ready Ron would get Barry and make the arrangements at the motel. I just needed to show up. Well, due to all my past planning with my blank-shooting husband, I had a really good idea when my next 'cycle' would be. Ron told me not to use the word 'cycle' or 'fertile' anymore when we talked. He said I should use the word 'heat' - like I was going into heat. That gave me a shiver of excitement. After talking to Ron I sat dow
n with my personal calendar and went over the dates. My doctor had given me a detailed schedule to use, very precise and clinical, so I looked for the next time I went into heat and discovered it would be over a weekend. That bothered me at first because it meant my husband would be home the entire time and make it hard to get out. But I really think the fertility goddesses were on my side because when I compared my schedule with the calendar in our kitchen I saw that my husband had big red circles around Saturday and Sunday because he had planned to go out with his buddies for a golf weekend. I couldn't belief my luck! When my husband got home that evening I casually brought up the subject of his golf 'outing' and he stammered and mumbled and said he had HOPED he could get away and that his buddies wanted to make it an overnight trip! He was nervous because he figured I would pitch a bitch and not let him. I acted hurt that he'd feel that way - although under usual circumst
ances I would have bitched. I smiled sweetly (although I was laughing evilly inside) and told him I thought it was a GREAT idea and a perfect time for him to just relax and get away from the stress of me bugging him about making babies. He was so shocked he was speechless. But he was so relieved that he wouldn't be embarrassed that he just jumped at my mood without even wondering why I had changed!

I called Ron the next day and excitedly told him when I was going into heat - that just made me tremble to use the words - and that I was able to spend the entire time away from the house so there's be no interruptions. Ron was delighted. I thought he might talk sexy or dirty but he remained nice and friendly and gave me directions to the motel and said I just needed to relax and look forward to a 'productive' time. You cannot imagine how difficult it was the few days before my husband left to play golf! I was in a daze and my pussy just stayed wet. My nipples remained hard for so long they ached. But the day finally came when hubby packed his bags and clubs into his car, gave me a peck on the cheek, and drove off. I had to make myself wait two hours after he left before doing anything. Ron insisted I wait and be patient just to cover all the bases and make sure hubby was well on his way. Then I left for the motel. I didn't dress slutty or anything - no need to. But I slid on
a pair of bikini panties and wore a halter-top and a pair of jeans and sandals and I brought along my toothbrush. My heart was racing and my mouth was dry as sand for the whole hour it took to get to the motel. I parked the car and found the room where Ron and Barry were going to be.

I watched Ron and Barry undress. Yes I was really nervous but I wasn't scared! They liked the idea of showing me their 'wares' and I was impressed. Ron had a gorgeous cock - gorgeous. It was so strong and thick, hanging down like a black python. I just stared at it. The shaft was a solid chocolate brown and under it Ron had a heavy, swollen ball sac that looked so tight and bloated it would burst - baby seed in it I thought. Baby seed he is going to put in me! Then I looked at Barry and was just as pleased. His cock was long and inky black and his balls were just as swollen as Ron's. Both of them gently handled their cock, stroking a little and thy laughed at my amazement as both beautiful cocks began getting hard, lengthening and throbbing steadily. "Your turn," Ron told me. I untied my halter and let the top fall. "Beautiful white tits," Barry whispered. "They are like pears but fuller and heavier." I pushed my jeans down and that's when they got really excited. "Oh damn,"
Barry said. "Look at those thighs and that ass." I blushed but Ron said, "Baby Jan you got a body built for black dick." I was standing between them and both began fondling my tits. Barry's hand went over my chubby asscheeks, squeezing and fondling while Ron played with one tit while he ran his big hands through my furry pussy hair. I just leaned toward Ron and opened my mouth and he filled it with his tongue. I felt so evil and forbidden! Not only was I here with two men other than my husband but they were BLACK and I had a black man's tongue in my mouth and I was softly sucking it - his saliva flowing in my mouth and I swallowed it. I shivered when Ron's finger moved through my bush and pressed between my pussy lips. I automatically opened my thighs wider and Ron pushed an entire finger up in my hole. I groaned and turned to tongue kiss Barry. My body was pressed between both black men and their big cocks pushed at me. My hips were moving by themsellves, grinding my assche
eks against Barry and my pussy at Ron. I don't know when but I ended up with their cocks in my hands.

"Mmmmmmmmmm" was all I could say as I gripped each black cock. They were so full and thick and warm. I pumped each one as best I could until Ron finally broke away. "Okay Janice," he said, "how do we do this?" I wanted Ron first so we got on the bed. The room was so heavy with lust you could actually feel it. My head was swimming and it was almost as if I was 'out of body'. I laid on my back and watched Ron kneel on the bed. As I started to spread my legs it was like the entire mood of 'friendliness' changed into supercharged lust and wildness. "You want my black dick, don't you," Ron didn't ask - he TOLD me. "You want this big black meat up in that hairy fuck hole." Instead of being intimidated by the change in his tone I felt a jolt of electricity go through me and I nodded. "Yes," I managed to get out. "I want that black dick." Ron's hands were on my thighs and he pushed them wide open and looked at my pussy. "You're gonna have a black baby in you, you want that, don't you
." Again, a statement. My hips made circles and I nodded. "Tell me what you want," Ron said, staring at my hairy pussy. "I want you to fuck me," I gasped. "I want that black cock fucking me deep." Ron grinned. "You're gonna be fucked by two niggers, baby," he said. "You want two big nigger dicks working on you." I was groaning. My pussy actually ACHED for something in it. "YES!" I started saying loudly. "I want to get fucked by two niggers until I am knocked up. I want that black meat in me so bad!" Ron inched forward, making me stare at his cock. He reached down and pushed at my pussy lips. They opened up wide and he fingered the hole. ""ust keep looking at my black dick," he demanded. "Look at my black dick and know it's gonna give you a big belly." I was hypnotized. "You like what you see?" Barry suddenly asked. I nodded. "Yes, I love it. So sexy and strong and so big." Pussy juice was flowing freely down into the crack of my ass. Ron pushed my thighs wider and then pushe
d my legs back, bending them at the knees. Both of us looked down as his hard, black cock rubbing against my pussylips. Each time it hit my clit I was whimpering.

"Put it in," Ron hissed at me. My hand couldn't fit around the girth of his meat but I got the head pushed in past my lips to the hole. "Fuck your hips on it," Barry ordered me. I began slowly gyrating my hips, the movement helped fit the cock up in me. He was so big...my pussy opened up and he filled it. My head was thrashing back and forth and Ron inserted himself in me....an inch at a time. I was groaning and my ass was churning on the bed. When Ron stopped, I was literally stuffed with black cock. I ran my hand down over my crotch and felt where the black shaft entered my hole and Ron made me grip it with my thumb and finger as he started to fuck - it was all so slimy and sticky. "Fuck...me," I was grunting. My head jerked back and forth. "Fuck...me...so...deep." The whole time I kept thinking of a black baby in me. Ron lowered himself on my body and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His hips began pumping. I felt his hands on my asscheeks, gripping them, using my ass fo
r leverage to fuck deeper. "Unh...unh...unh," I was grunting like a pig with each thrust. My pussy was now so slick and frothy Ron's cock moved really easy. My tits were bouncing and then mashed against his chest. I humped up against him, keeping my pussy in rhythm with his cock. He gave a loud groan and shoved in me. I could actually FEEL the thick ropes of sperm pulsing from his cock, splattering deep inside me, layering the walls of my pussy. I was still fucking back at him when Ron put his hands on my hips and slid out. Suddenly my pussy felt empty and gaping open.

"No cock sucking," Ron told Barry. "She gets everything in that hairy hot pussy." Barry just smiled. I was laying there still spread, left empty when Ron pulled out. Barry got between my thighs and just pushed his cock in me. All the sperm Ron had left there was now being packed against my cervix, thick, viscous sperm pushed deeper in me. Barry held my hips, fucking hard and deep and concentrating on my pussy. His big balls slapped wetly at my asscheeks. I felt like I had a fever I was so warm and flushed. My eyes were half open and all I could feel was my body rocking. Two black men were fucking me to get me pregnant. I was laying there spread, taking their sperm to put a baby in me. I felt Barry stiffen. "Here it cums, baby," he yelled. I was already so filled with cum I doubt I really felt his load but it seemed like I could sense another string of thick, warm semen shooting into me. My pussy was just a mass of mushy, creamy sperm; the pussylips flared out, swollen, baby c
ream welling from the hole to suddenly spill over the edge and into my ass crack. Barry kept his dick in me after he came, plugging the hole while they made me keep undulating my hips. Ron sucked and licked my tits as Barry fingered my clit. I had a hand on Ron's wet dick and squeezed it as it stayed hard.

Both men fucked me several times. I have no idea how many loads they left in me but Ron had brought along a thick black dildo that he wedged deep in me to act as a sperm plug. The moment he filled me with the dildo my hips began humping and the two black men laid o either side of me and took turns fingering m clit or working the dildo as they alternately sucked my tits. Ron dressed and went out for a moment, leaving me there to suck Barry'' cock to clean it and get him hard again. I didn'' hear Ron come back in but I was aware of other voices, the presence of other men.

"She's in heat," Ron announced casually. I was breathing hard, legs still spread wide. Hands pushed my thighs further apart and I felt more weight on the bed. Suddenly my body stiffened and I felt a cock slide up in me. I tried to focus and realized it wasn't Ron fucking me, it was an unknown black guy. His cock almost felt soothing. He fucked away almost leisurely, feeling my ass and telling me what a perfect fuck I was. He was followed by another and then Ron and Barry started on me again.

I sometimes wish I could have remembered more detail of that first weekend but I can't. All I remember are bits and pieces of time, a semi-darkened room, black men on top of me and my thighs open wide. I can remember the thick cocks moving in me, the way I groaned and how sweaty things were. I remember all the sperm in me. My pussy was bubbling and dribbling semen. Once Ron decided there was enough semen in me for a dozen babies he told me to start sucking - which I did. My mouth became lined with the cum I couldn't swallow. Load after load was shot in me, cocks pumping through my lips, hands holding my head in place. I was so tired it ached to move.

My husband thought I was joking when I told him I was pregnant. We were in bed and I was stroking his little white cock. In the three months since being bred I decided to keep meeting Ron and Barry. My husband's cock was nice to fondle and stroke but it felt worthless to put in me - besides, I was more accustomed to those big black cocks on Barry and Ron. It was easy to get my husband used to my hand. He lays there and feels my tits while I stroke him. I knew that was the best time to tell him.

"I'm gonna have a baby," I announced one night. "Huh?" he looked at me confused. "I am pregnant," I was smiling. "I am three months along. Definite." My husband stared at my stomach - which was still flat - and laughed. "I am serious," I said. I squeezed his white dick. "Ok," he shrugged but still looked doubtful. "There's something else," I whispered. I made sure one of my big nipples grazed over his chest. "What?" he asked in a foggy voice. "The baby is black," I said softly. There was silence. I turned to press my furry pussy on his leg. "I am gonna have a black baby," I said. "I don't know who the father is but the baby is definitely black." What was funny is that as soon as I said that my husband shot a little spurt of cum. Just the mention of me being pregnant by black was enough to do it. He still needed convincing of course. But that was easy enough. When my belly was bulging and swollen and my tits were fat with milk he couldn't really keep denying things. I told him
over and over the baby was black but that took some convincing also. He was stunned in the delivery room when OUR black baby boy popped out - and it took him 2 days to blurt it out to his parents that I had had a black man's baby.

I have continued to fuck Ron and Barry. Every Saturday now I am on my back with one of them on top, fucking me deep. I have even been fucking a couple of their friends too, the same guys who joined us during the breeding. My tits are much bigger now, a D cup, with wide brown nipples perfect for long sessions of suckling. And naturally my hips are a bit wider and my ass and thighs heavier - but that makes me even more noticeable to black men and that's fine with me. Since that first day with Barry and Ron I have only let blacks fuck me. It's worth it. In addition to my baby boy I also have a gorgeous little brown daughter and as of this moment my belly is swollen and heavy with a third baby. I am not sure whose baby I am carrying now but I know the baby is black...the way it should be. Maybe there's another white girl reading this who is as frustrated as me in getting pregnant. Well, spare yourself all that anxiety. Just go totally black. When all else fails it's the pure sper
m from a heavy black dick that does it every time.