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Holly's BreedingA lot's happened in the last f******n months. Last year, in June, my son graduated from high school. Jake was accepted to a good college and better yet he was awarded a full scholarship. Holly and I wanted to show how proud we were of his hard work so we threw a big house party. He invited all of his friends. The whole house was open. In hindsight I suppose I should have limited the number of guests. The day of the party, it appeared that everyone in his graduating class was in my house or in my backyard. Two days ago I received my signed divorce papers in the mail. From the onset, I was stationed at the grill. Occasionally I got as far as the drink table and, thank God, the bathroom but mostly I was surrounded by eighteen year olds swilling down sodas and eating burgers and franks like they hadn't eaten since Junior High. We limited the drink selection to cans. My thought was that with no punch bowl there was no punch to spike. That was a tactic that seemed to work very well. For most of the early evening all I saw were cans of soda, tea and juice. I shut down the grill at eight thirty. By nine o'clock I was lighting the torches around the perimeter of the yard. Jake started up the music. We live in a neighborhood where the yards are big and normally very quiet, I'd already alerted the neighbors to the potential for loud music and that's exactly what it was, loud with a thick hard driving beat. At first, no one ventured out to dance. Then Holly started it all. She made her way into the yard pulling a reluctant young man out of the crowd. I had seen her occasionally all evening but she looked different now. I remember the skirt and top being bigger and looking more proper on her when I first saw her dressing that afternoon. As she pulled her reluctant dance partner behind her, she looked downright hot. The skirt was short and form fitting. The top was tight and two buttons too many were left unfastened, revealing plenty of cleavage. She had black sandals with four inch heels that completed her ensemble. All in all, she was displaying plenty of her perfectly shaped legs and wonderful breasts. She flitted in and around the groups of graduates like a bee in a garden. In the yard with the dance music throbbing, the guy she had dragged into the middle of the yard lost his inhibitions and danced with Holly. He danced with my wife like she was one of the graduates. He freely grabbed her waist twirled her and pulled her in close for a quick dip. They circled around each other while keeping constant bodily contact. There was a collective gasp from my side of the crowd. I looked up from the sound equipment just as Holly was playfully pushing her young partner away from her. A girl in front of me whispered to her portly friend, "Did you see that? He totally just dry humped her." Just as I was going to say something the yard was inundated with dancing high school graduates. I lost sight of Holly.The morning of the party I planted a tall PVC pole in the center of the yard. On top of it a put a pulley, a pan and several flashlights. By pulling a cord I could position the pan up or down along the pole and spin it. A remote control on the lights let me turn them on or off. After the first song, only a few minutes after Holly's exhibition, I announced "Here's how it works folks, I have no control over the lights. They're going to spin and when they stop, its your spotlight. Use it to do whatever you want. Keep it real but keep it PG!" I then turned on the lights and spun the pan. The light stopped on a couple of girls. They looked around then broke out into some fast moves that looked more like a zumba routine than dance steps. Applause and wolf whistles filled the air as the song came to an end. Over the loud speaker I announced, "Okay, everyone understands idea. It's your spotlight, use it!" Then I turned off the lights and gave the pan a spin. As it was coming slowly to a stop I flicked on the lights and watched as they landed on a black couple at the edge of the yard. They broke out into some great robotic moves. Again, the applause was nearly deafening. The third couple looked to be a perfect match. Both were very overweight with pale pasty skin. Immediately they broke out into complimenting dance moves. He was making worshipping movements around her. Then as if pantomiming a story she seemed to notice him for the first time and they danced together as a couple. It had to have been a practiced routine. It didn't matter to the crowd, they loved it. I continued to work the lights and the intercom. I didn't notice the time going by. Everyone was having a great time and without any of them knowing it, I had managed to keep all of the dancing clean. I felt proud of myself. A little after midnight I gave the light duties to Theo; a close friend of Jake's. By that time, the crowd had thinned and I had to announce to the remaining diehards that the party would be ending in forty five minutes. The house wasn't wall to wall graduates as it had been earlier; the ones that remained were bunched into groups. I heard snatches of things said such as "I'm leaving for boot camp in six weeks" and "classes start in August. My folks want me to get a summer job until then." Occasionally one or another of the grads would thank me for the party. None of them slurred their speech or had an unsteady gait. Mission accomplished. Everything was going great. I just had to find Jake and Holly so we could make the concerted announcement that the party was coming to its official end. After that, well, I had all weekend to clean up the mess. I had thought ahead and rented a steam cleaner for the carpet, but, it looked like I didn't need it. Things were looking great and I was feeling good. It took me a while to find Jake. Never being the social butterfly that his mother is, he was on the front porch talking with a mix of friends; some I knew and recognized from football games and PTA meetings, others I'd never seen. Jake introduced me to them all. Most of them were heading off to college with two of the bigger guys going into the Marines. "Have you seen your mom?" I asked Jake as a start to my farewell. "The last time I saw her, she was getting some tea from the frig. But that's been a little while ago. She's probably out back dancing; a couple of the guys from the basketball team were trying to get her to dance. One of the girls sitting on the porch swing piped up "Yeah I saw her by the bushes in the back, kind of dancing by herself. James and Kevin were talking to her.""The bushes?" I asked while trying to envision the yard. We didn't have any 'bushes' in the back. All of the arboreta were in the front yard. Answering my unspoken question Jake offered, "The azaleas mom planted near the pine tree." I snapped my fingers and thanked the girl as I went back into the house. Walking through the dining room I reveled on how well the party had gone. For weeks Holly warned that so many happy graduates would only mean a drunken mess. She pushed for celebrating Jake's college graduation instead. I stopped and talked to a couple of boys in the kitchen and drank in my wife's wrongful assumptions. Holly was nowhere near the bushes. I walked around the yard and didn't find her anywhere on the property. The crowd of dancers was dwindling. For the first time I could see the neighbor's car without having to stand on the garden wall to look over the crowd. I went back into the house through the sliding glass doors in the kitchen. There was a tall black youth at the sink filling a cup. He was filling it from a small glass bottle. He didn't seem to notice me until I opened the basement door. Then he turned just as I was heading down the stairs. "Hey man, they're meeting down there..." I turned around and looked up. He shot me a look of pure terror then disappeared as if fleeing a crime scene. I could have gone upstairs and looked for him. But, just as I was weighing that option, I heard my wife's slurred speech. "Now, that wasn't part of the deal. No touching mister." Between bursts of giggles she said "Now you know we shouldn't be doing this. I'm married. And you're...?"A stern male voice replied, "I'm eighteen, we is all old enough. Now come on bitch. You know you want it." "No I don't want it." Holly didn't sound very stern and the giggle that followed betrayed her protest. I stood on the steps not daring to move, but instead, tried to hear more than just my heart beat. I was worried that whoever was down there with Holly could hear my breathing. I took a couple more steps. I was nearly at the bottom. The basement is divided into two equal sized parts. The side to my right was where the laundry, water heater and furnace were located. On my left was the entertainment room. It has a pool table, foosball table and big screen TV. The steps are walled on both sides.I was standing on the last step going down. The light over the pool table was spilling onto the landing in front of me. As if on cue, the light dimmed. I stepped onto the landing and turned to see my wife leaning over the pool table. Her head was down and she was facing the green felt. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist. There were several plastic cups sitting on the window ledge. "Oh God, that feels good; damn good. I told you I'd show you my panties. I didn't say you could touch me that wasn't part of the deal." Holly pronounced coyly. She was wagging her head back and forth and cooing when another voice said, "See, now, she likes being double crossed." In a deep baritone that emanated from the back of the room, someone güvenilir bahis replied 'I thinks she just likes being touched; don't you bitch?" "Now, you shouldn't talk to me like that." Holly said just before she folded her arms under her chest and laid the full weight of her torso onto the table. She slowly curled her chin into her chest and screamed, "Oh God, I'm cumming." Wet sobs competed with words as I heard her wetly repeat to herself "I'm coming, I'm coming. Yes, yes, I'm coming so good." Holly screeched so loudly that I looked up the stairs to make sure no one heard her. When I looked back, Holly wasn't alone. A tall black youth was standing behind her. With one hand he was wiping his mouth. He ran the other hand up my wife's back. "Yeah, the bitch loves being touched. The eighteen year old said as he flashed a big toothy smile toward the area of the couch and TV. With both hands he positioned Holly over the table. With one hand on her neck, he used his other to pull up her skirt and fondled her ass. The way his arm was flexing he looked like he was kneading her firm round ass like bread dough. From the TV area came "Don't much matter what she loves. What the bitch wants is a fucking. Now you gonna give it to her or am I gonna have to come over there and do it?" The pool table was set up perpendicular to the stair well and only a couple of feet from the landing. The TV was mounted on the back wall. I'd have to step into the room to see who was talking so crudely about my wife. Before I took that step my wife moved and turned her head toward the man behind her and mumbled something. He stepped back and Holly leaned over the table and fully stretched herself out. He unfastened his pants and pressed his black body against my wife's pale white ass. Holly's mouth opened and I could hear the thick inhalation of her excitement. The black youth bared his teeth as he rubbed head of his enormous cock up and down my wife's sex. "You want this black cock don't you slut! You've been wanting some of this your whole life. Now you gonna get it, not just one but all ours. We gonna give you a enough black cock so that you aint gonna want anything else." Suddenly, he shoved his pelvis forward. Holly rose up onto the table another eight or nine inches and moaned "Oh God that's it. Stick that big black thing in me. Fuck me, fuck me good." The black man grabbed a handful of Holly's hair and said through clenched teeth. "Oh I'm going fuck you good, bitch. You got yours. Now you're going to give me mine. You've been strutting around here all night in that tiny little skirt, making all of us brothers hard. When you flashed me that big smile of yours I knew this was what you wanted. I knew it. I knew it." Holly was in a state of utter bliss beneath the muscular eighteen year old black k**. She reached out to the side pockets of the table and held on as he savagely fucked her. Through his relentless thrusts the black man took off his shirt and threw it on the chair in the corner. Then with a smile toward his friends he said, "I can't be getting my shit all sweaty, I got other bitches to get with tonight." There was a cackle from his unseen audience which was then followed by, "You ain't getting with anybody. Damn, Darnell you is too ugly. If it weren't for this MILF wanting some black cock, your cock would be as dry as a bone." Darnell flipped his antagonist the bird, then leaned over my wife with his hands planted on either side of her waist and hammered his cock into her like an overheated engine. Through Holly's moans and the clamor from upstairs I could only make out bits and pieces of what he was saying to my wife. What I did hear was chilling. "Yeah you is keeping my dick real wet. Your pussy is loving my black meat. Damn you started creaming the moment I put my tongue in you and look at you now; spreading your legs, lifting your ass like a bitch in heat. You a bitch in heat?"Holly spread her legs wider and used her left hand to reach back and pull her lover closer. "Oh God, I'm cumming. I'm cumming again." Holly was trembling. She put her hand back on the table and just as she regained her grip her trembling grew to a violent shaking and a high piercing wail escaped from her lips.Darnell laughed. He grabbed her hips and held her in place. Instead of pounding her pussy he ground his hips into her. His groin never lost contact with Holly's ass, so it was that each forward stroke was an attempt to get his cock as deep into my wife's unprotected vagina as possible. He was no longer fucking this 'bitch' but instead was working toward his own forthcoming orgasm. Now she was nothing more than a receptacle; a white, mature baby maker. He laid his weight on top of her; sandwiching her between his dark skin and the hard table top. Then he flexed as if trying to push her down through the slate. He was emptying his black testicles into her pussy and making her his own. Holly must have realized this because she began to stir. "Please no, no you can't cum inside me. No don't, don't I'm not on anything. I could get pregnant. Please pull out. Oh my God please, I'm so sorry, please." "Bitch it's too late for all that shit. I busted a big ole nut in your pussy. Felt good didn't it? Yeah, it felt real good, just a couple of minutes ago you were pulling me down on you. Now you all crying and shit. Fuck that. You best shape up cause you got more coming." Listening to the black youth, I thought he would continue to fuck her. But no, he pulled up his pants and put on his shirt. "There's some good trim upstairs. I got to check out the bitches in the yard. See you dogs later." I backed up and ducked around the corner into the laundry room. Darnell took the steps two at a time and was gone almost instantly. From above, in the kitchen I heard Darnell say something and the floor creaked as if someone was stomping their feet but the door at the top of the steps remained closed and I turned my attention back to the pool table. A tall skinny black youth approached Holly. She had begun to get up and stand away from the pool table. She had her skirt in her fist but the approaching youth pulled it from her hand and tossed it back on to the floor. He then turned her toward the table and shoved her torso onto the table top. With one hand on her back he held her down and with the other he undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. Holly let out a grunt when the youth pushed his pelvis forward. Then she screamed when he rammed himself even farther forward; pressing her against the edge of the table and burying his manhood deep inside her sex. The scream made me look up the steps for anyone who may come down to investigate, but the door stayed shut. When I turned back to the pool table, the black youth was still holding Holly down. His arm was fully extended and in his hand was knot of her hair. His other hand was roughly fondling her firm buttocks. The black youth was a perfect contrast to my very pale wife. He was dark skinned, skinny with several tattoos across his chest. He was lean and sinewy with stark white teeth and yellow eyes. He reminded me of a k** accustomed to the streets. Always ready to fight and looking for a reason to do so. My wife lay soft and compliant beneath his onslaught. Holly's mature body took his savage mating as if it were a normal occurrence. She never once attempted to pull away from his pounding pelvis; in fact she pushed back and lifted her ass for him. When he suddenly pulled her hair, she arched her back even more and moaned loudly and deep like a transfixed whore. Holly's big breasts bounced with each of her black lover's thrust. Holly kept her eyes partially shut and moaned through what must have been one continuous orgasm. After several minutes, she started to fall back onto the table but the black youth caught her around the shoulders and pulled her back up. "That's it bitch, keep that ass up and spread those legs."Holly obediently arched her back farther and spread her legs giving her young black lover full access to her pussy." "Fuck yeah. This cunt is hot. She came off all snooty and shit when she first came down here but look at her now man. Taking a train of black cock. This fucking snooty bitch loves the black meat. Don't you baby. You love taking all of this black cock into your wide open pussy. Holly moaned her affirmation but that wasn't enough for the black youth. He pushed himself hard against her ass and ground his full length into my wife's cunt. She looked like an addict getting a long needed fix. Our whole family could have been standing around the pool table and she wouldn't have cared. The black brute continued to grind himself into her cunt. He wrapped an arm around her chest and squeezed her left breast and put his mouth close to her ear and hissed, "To the whole world, your some high class, snooty white bitch livin in a big ass house. But, tell me baby, what if your little Jake came bouncing down them steps right now? What's the whole world gonna think of you then? Huh, what's yo husband gonna think when he sees you dripping my nut down your leg. This the kind of picture that you want to send your poor son away to college with? A climax on your face and my cock black cock in your pussy?" Holly's eyes opened wide. Like suddenly awake, she gazed around the room. Her breathing started to come in bursts. She seemed to be on the verge of hysteria. He stopped his humping. Held her tightly against the edge of the table and spoke in slow measured tones and slowly calm came over her. "Once you came down I knew what you were looking for. türkçe bahis We made sure no one else was gonna come down after you. Jake ain't coming down here. You need to take care of the business you started here. Enjoy your ride on the train. There ain't no lying on the table taking it easy. We be pulling this train so you need to show that you is enjoying the ride." One of his black hands dropped to her pussy and he held it up to her face. His first two fingers glistened wetly in the light from the hanging light. "Now get nasty, real nasty and make this secret worth the trouble of keeping it. I mean we don't want to put a blemish on Jake's freshman year, do we?"Holly shook her head then lowered her mouth and sucked the juices off his black fingers. "Now tell us what you want." He demanded as he returned his fingers to her pussy. He continued to grind his pelvis into her. Holly put her hands on the edge of the table and lifted her ass. "I want you young bucks to fuck me just like when I was in high school. I want to party with you and not have a single regret about it." "Then let's get this shit going." Her black buck commanded. Wholly obedient, Holly gripped her ass cheeks and opened herself even farther. "I want to be open for you. I want you as far as you can go. Fuck me with your huge cock. This is so wrong. I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't let you black boys touch me and rub your penises all over me. I shouldn't let you put them inside me. Oh God, you've got your penis in me. Unprotected, uncovered and you're inside me. God, you're inside me and I'm not on the pill. I could get pregnant." There was deep baritone laughter from the edge of the room that was out of my sight. What she said was true and what they must have been laughing over was equally true. The first youth had already cum inside her. She could already be with his c***d. What they did with her afterward really didn't matter. "Yeah you sure could be getting a big belly. I ain't busted a nut in a week. I'm full up bitch. Tell me you want it." He said. He pushed her chest flat onto the pool table and pressed himself hard into her from behind. Holly spread her arms and planted her hands onto the table. She pushed herself up and stood. Her black lover backed up against the wall behind her. Holly then turned, put her hands around his black neck and pressed her breasts against his hard chest. They kissed long and hard. Her hands came up to the sides of his head and she held him as she probed his mouth with her tongue. His black hands found her firm white ass and lifted her to the edge of the table. Holly spread her legs and the young black man positioned himself between her thighs. They were still kissing when he buried his manhood deep in her pussy. In a moment she released her grip on him and lay back propped on her elbows. His eyes followed her slow descent. He was grinning like a man who sudden got what he'd always wanted. She shifted herself farther to the edge. He bent over her and hunched his back. She wrapped her legs around him and hooked her ankles at the small of his back. Once she was in place, Holly talked to her lover. In a goading, voice dripping with desire she said, "I want to watch. I want to see your big cock going inside me and opening me up. I've never seen a black cock. Fuck, I've never seen a naked black man. I want to look at you. Fuck me with that black cock." "What do you think I'm doing bitch?" was his angry reply. He then lifted himself over her and slammed his full length into my wife's cunt. "Now fuck me back. Yeah, like that, move those hips. You aint ever seen one but you love my black cock don't you?""Yes, I love your cock. I love your... I need your cum." Holly said breathlessly. "Cum? Fuck, white boys cum. I nut. My cock nuts; get it bitch." He said dismissively. The edge in his voice faded too quickly for him to have been truly upset. Holly responded defiantly "Then bust that nut in me. Come on, give it to me. I want it all."Holly was actively fucking her black lover. She looked into his eyes as she pushed down on each thrust. She licked his neck, humming and cooing as her legs shook through a chain of orgasms. Sweat was beading on his dark chest and running down his flat abdomen. Holly licked his dark skin and tongued his nipples. She raised up and licked his neck and noisily sucked his skin. She was gorging herself on the taboo of their coupling. She hugged him close as he hammered into her. Her hands slid down to his thickly muscled ass and she pulled him tightly into the space between her splayed legs. In a far off voice she said "Oh God. That's it, that's it, fuck me. Everyone's upstairs. This is so wrong. Please don't stop, don't ever stop." Just then, her voice which was so breathy and full of need stopped and in its stead was a high pitched whine that grew and translated into shivers that rocked the lovers on the edge of the table. I heard her whisper "I'm so bad, I don't even know you and here we are...""Yeah bitch, here we are on your man's pool table fucking. You begging for my seed like a white married slut." the black youth responded aggressively."Yes, I'm a slut, after all this time. After all this time; I'm a slut." Holly was talking in that same far away voice. I couldn't see her face, it was buried in his nape. I think she was weeping "Show the world how much of a slut I am. Let everyone know I'm a whore. Give me your seed. Give me your baby." Holly pleaded as if in a trance. She was holding him tightly when he roared his release. "That's it, now everyone gonna know you a black man's whore. Married white woman, with a big black baby at your breast." He said, unmoving. After a few minutes Holly slumped back on the table and pulled her thighs up to her chest. Her lover stepped back toward the wall. He stunk of sweat and booze. Looking at my wife cradling his seed deep in her womb, the black man boasted "You ain't k**ding about having you a c***d. Damn bitch don't think you can hit me up for any c***d support; cause I don't know you." He said more loudly than he needed. Rubbing her thigh with his left hand he put his finger in Holly's face and said flatly, "Hear me, I don't know your ass. As fine as it is, after this, I don't know your married white ass." The black youth was wagging his head as he pulled his clothes back on. Without saying anything to my wife, who was still cradling his semen deep in her womb the black youth turned to the back of the basement and announced, "Yo, my work here is done. You gonna take a turn on this married white bitch. I broke her out, she'll be a fun ride for ya." Then just like Darnell he left, but he didn't slam the door. His absence left an eerie silence in the room. Holly rocked slowly from side to side. There was a shuffling sound from the back of the basement where the Big screen TV was mounted. A large black man walked up to Holly. His belly formed an apron that jiggled and shook with each footfall. He stumbled a little with each step so when he got past the couch he leaned back against it and took a long draw from the bottle of cheap vodka he was holding. He looked down at my wife and said gruffly "Depending upon how you make me feel with that pretty mouth of yours I might fuck you and then I might not. Now, get off that fucking table and get busy on my cock. Obediently Holly slid off my pool table and kneeled before this behemoth. Holly tugged at his shorts, when they wouldn't come down; she focused on one side at a time. She pulled one side then the other until she managed to get them below his knees. The fat black slob took another pull from his bottle and said angrily, "Get on it bitch, we aint got all day." With her right hand Holly lifted his belly, tilted her head and buried her face in his groin. Her cheeks hollowed and I saw her other hand fondling his large testicles. His penis must have hardened because Holly bobbed her head up and down. Now that he was hard I could see his huge black cock. It was wet and stuck out from under his belly like a fat fire hose. It was uncircumcised and looked to be as thick as Holly's wrist. Then to my horror, I heard Holly moan. A pit opened in my stomach as I watched Holly, my Holly, change from dutiful slave to wanton slut. Initially she fondled his testicles and licked his long thick, black cock with mild interest but after his cock hardened, she looked like a frenzied slut. She worshipped his cock not only with her mouth but with her breasts and deft fingers. She needed him to climax more than he did. Holly writhed and twisted below the ebony behemoth. His manhood glistened from her ministrations. She moaned and purred over the object of her obsession. Her gaze never left its veiny surface; she wet it with her tongue and then spread the spit up and down its length with her cheeks. It was a bastion of hard black manhood that originated beneath his heavy stomach and ended in her slutty mouth. With both of her hands, she feverishly pumped the eight inches that she couldn't stuff into her mouth. I've never seen her so carried away. Holly, lost in total abandon along with the contrast between their skin color and sizes of their bodies made for the most erotic thing I had ever seen so I said a shameful prayer that the scene before me wouldn't end. "Ah, yeah that's it; you knows what you likes. Get it bitch, get my cock good. You know your way round a black cock. Now tell me bitch, tell me whats you thinking about my cock." The fat black youth said lazily through his motionless lips. Holly's reply came in pressured fragments. "I can't help it. güvenilir bahis siteleri No stopping. I can't stop. It's so wrong, I'm married, Jake might find out but I can't stop. Please put your cock in me. Please make me your own. You're so big, so absolute, please take me. Take me and make me not care about anything else." The last statement came as she was stroking his cock with both hands, sitting back on her haunches and staring up into his eyes. "Stand up." The brute said brusquely, and waved toward the back of the sofa. Holly seemed to understand his meaning and stood up then bent over and went one step farther than his direction. She lifted her right leg and laid it long the back of sofa. Now she was standing on one leg with the other on the back of the sofa parallel to the floor. Her inner thighs were wet from all the semen that had leaked from her unprotected vagina. White pasty semen laid in globs on the carpet where she had been kneeling. My cock was rock hard watching her beg for cock from such a gruesome man. My beautiful, loving and caring wife was nothing more than a drunken whore. Other than lifting his gut and pulling my wife closer to him, there was no other foreplay. In one tremendous heave he pushed himself into my wife. She let out a shocked gasp as she tried to steady herself on the sofa. "Ah, now that's some good pussy. I love you married white cunts. The pussy's always in good shape. You can take my cock all the way to my balls. Aint that right?", he asked with a lazy smile. Before his question was even complete, Holly pleaded with him, "My God, you're going to split me in half. Please, be easy. Please!" The black brute smiled but Holly couldn't have seen it. He pushed forward, pulled her ass cheeks a part and shoved himself deeper still into my wife. His belly laid on top of her trim ass like a rolled up quilt but it jiggled with each lunge as if it were full of warm butter. "Ouch! Please be easy, I need to get used to you. That cock of yours is the biggest thing I've ever had inside me. Go easy." Holly said louder than she should have dared to speak. "Shut the fuck up. You'll get used to my cock either way. I aint got time to make love to your cheating ass. To get the nut, you got to climb the tree. You're going to take all of my cock. Do you hear me, all of it. Don't complain with me cause I'll open that window and let everyone see what you like to do at you're son's parties. You always fuck his black friends?"Holly didn't respond. Instead she pulled her buttocks apart herself and hunkered down. It looked like she was trying to make herself accommodate him less painfully while keeping a secure position over the back of the couch. Suddenly, he thrust into her Holly with such force that she nearly fell over the couch. As she was scrambling to get back into position, he reiterated through clenched teeth, "I said, You always fuck his black friends?" "No, you are my first. I've never been with a black man before, never. Please believe me, you are my first." Holly said quickly. He was pumping her cunt with that oversized penis the whole time she was pleading with him. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it hard. Holly's head jerked back, her eyes were unfocused as he hissed, "See you is already lying to me. I'm at least the third black cock you've had and that' just today." He then slapped her hard on the ass and shoved himself forward with such force that Holly once again nearly fell over the back of the sofa. Scrambling back up, she looked truly frightened of the drunken black brute. He obviously didn't care about her well being and no matter what he did, she couldn't call out. She was utterly at his mercy. Holly tried to stutter her way through an apology but he wasn't listening. He threw the bottle onto the sofa cushions and then with a thick black arm around Holly's tiny waist he hoisted her up off her feet, turned and stood her next to the pool table. A big black hand on the back of her neck forced her to bend over the green felt. He positioned himself behind her and she immediately arched her back and lifted her ass for him. He took full advantage and once again shoved himself fully into her. This time there were no squeals. She didn't cry out in pain or fear. Instead she shoved her ass back at him as she spread herself wider. "Now that's right, yeah that's right. You taking this cock right. You is a good slut. I'm going bust my nut. You ready for it?" he asked with a vicious snarl on his lips. Nearly sobbing, Holly looked back at her huge black lover and pleaded for him to cum inside her. "shoot your load in me. Shoot it in me. Please shoot it in me." She said over and over again. "Here it is. Bitch, here it is." He said with rising volume. Then clamped both his hands on her hips and held her tightly as he drove faster and deeper into my wife. He was drenched in sweat. His ebony skin shone as if it were greased with lard. I could smell him. He smelled like sour milk. Holly looked back at him and ran the tip of her tongue over her teeth. "That's it baby. Give it all to me. I'm your slut, I'm your married white slut. I've had a baby, I can take your meat better than any of those young sluts out there in the party. I can do things that they won't know how to do and I'll do it all; I'm yours. Make it so; pour your seed in me. Pour it in me and I'm yours." Holly's promises must have been too much for the big brute. His stomach suddenly bunched. He let go of Holly's waist and planted his hands on the table; one on either side of her head. I saw his thick calves and thighs tighten as he pressed her hard against the edge of the table. He must have been climaxing because he said, "There you go. Now you're my baby's momma." Holly dropped her head to the table. Her eyes were half shut; she was shivering and breathing hard. No doubt the bitch was orgasming all over his huge black penis. He stayed inside her for several minutes. Then, finally, she came to her senses and edged up on the table. He pulled out and pivoted so his back was against the pool table. She immediately knelt before him and licked his cock clean. She used long strokes of her tongue that began at the base and ended at the tip of his foreskin. After this she suckled both of his testicles. One at a time she mouthed each. When she was finished they were pulled tight up against his groin. Eventually he patted my wife on the head and said, "You is a great little white slut and a fine ass white bitch. You best get that tight ass of yours upstairs. Someone gonna miss you and come looking. No sense we ruining your son's party." The black fucker talked as blandly as if giving Holly driving instructions to the mall. He continued to speak as Holly pulled on her wrinkled skirt and wriggled into her tight top. She didn't seem concerned about wearing panties. One of the black youths must have kept them as a souvenir. After she put her heels back on, she looked up at the black behemoth like an errant pupil looking up to her teacher. She was obviously anxious, excited and still a little afraid. "Damn, you are one fine ass white bitch." He said as his eyes lazily traveled up and down her body. She looked recently fucked. There was no hiding that, her hair was a mess, her skin was flush and she smelled like she'd been bathing in booze. "Thank you." Holly replied through a sheepish boozy slur. She was having a difficult time standing straight on her heels. The black brute reached out with a sweaty hand and lifted Holly's top. Her breasts are as near to perfect as God will allow. She leaned into him and closed her eyes. With her head turned up and her eyes closed; the naked obese black man turned, bent down and kissed my wife full on the lips. I saw his fat tongue slide into her open mouth. He pulled her close and held her tightly against his nakedness. Putting her hands on his cheeks she held his head in place as his huge arms encompassed her and lifted her into the air. After they kissed for several minutes, Holly slowly turned her head away from her black lover. With a far off look she quietly said, "Oh God, I better get upstairs." He nodded and ended their fervent embrace. Holly looked more shaken and disoriented. Putting her small delicate hand on his large fist, she looked up into his eyes and told him that she would see him again. She turned, straightened her clothes and went upstairs. I ducked around the corner as she approached. The thick stench of booze, sweat and the thick musk of semen lingered in the air even after I heard the door to the kitchen quietly shut. Not long after Holly, her black lover also ascended the stairs. Then, I was alone and completely stunned by what I had just seen. Holly was obviously drunk, but was it her intention? It sure did look like they had spiked her drink. I decided to act as if I hadn't seen anything and just bring the party to a close. I went upstairs and said my goodbyes to the graduates as they left. I lied for Holly and said she wasn't feeling well. It really wasn't that big of a lie because after everyone left I searched the house and found her in the spare bedroom, passed out on the bed. I carried her to our bed and dressed her in her pajamas. Her pussy was a sodden mess. I didn't touch it, I couldn't, because she reeked of male musk. Just as I was putting the sheet over her she moaned, writhed a little and splayed her legs. I lifted her ass and put a pillow beneath it. I awoke at four in the morning to Holly jumping out of bed and running for the master bath. She was sick all morning. She didn't go to Mass and when I got home she was still in her pajamas. All day, she seemed to be avoiding me. I didn't know then whether it was a hangover or morning sickness. Over a year later, I know now that on that day anyway; she didn't know which it was too.