Author's Note: The story arc in this chapter is unique, as it's the only one not based on our real life experiences. This is a story requested by a huge number of loyal readers, and I offer it as a tribute to them. As far as I know, it has not happened, at least not this way. In addition, I apologise for the long gap between submissions. Maggie's impregnation by Marcus was, like most of this story, very real. The baby's first year has kept us running and it's only now that I have found time to continue this story to its end.
To the few haters (all of whom seem to be named 'Anonymous') I can report that, after four years in the interracial lifestyle, our marriage is just fine. Don't judge our marriage unless you have tried it yourself. And remember, no one will force you to read it.
December 27
Jennifer's Story
While Maggie deepened Jack's cuckold training in the en suite master bath, Marcus began to stir from his hibernation in the master bedroom. He scratched his ample, jet-black belly in anticipating his plan for the afternoon. His cock, though flaccid was huge, and he gave it a test squeeze. He had showered after his morning tryst with Maggie, his Baby Mama. Even with showering twice and liberal application of deodorant, there was no masking his heady masculine scent, filled with the pheromones he knew would some day make my daughter salivate in his presence, and throb with desire and need. That day, he had decided a week ago, would be today.
After the contrived scene a couple hours previous, where he had asserted his role as the alpha male of our household, the unspoken truth became clear -- his was the right to take any of its women. Even so, for this next move, he wanted to appeal the to visual, tactile ands olfactory senses of his target. He actually tended to think of Jennifer as a 'target', partly from his many years of football as a Right Tackle, and partly from his hunter's instinct as a superior alpha male.
He held an internal debate as to how he should approach and take his intended prey. He loved white women, from cougars like Maggie to girls like my Jennifer, and he basically had two approaches to conquering white females,
His first approach was to use fear, forceful aggression and intimidation. As a man-boy and High School Football All-American, girls, even white girls began to take notice of him. By graduation, he had taken the cherries from 3 of the 8 white cheerleaders back home in East Texas. One he left one impregnated. Somewhere out there was a cocoa 15 year old with Marcus's brawn, and blue eyes and lighter hair from his blond mother.
The approach he used back then was to pick off the weakest of them, Amy, a cute blond from a divorced household, with a taste for forbidden fruit, and a daddy complex, with its attendant need for male domination. He intimidated her, trapped her by her locker every day. He wouldn't take "no" for an answer. Finally worn down by him, she started accepting rides home in his convertible, "donated" by grateful football-crazy Texas boosters.
He trained her to suck cock while he drove and from there, overcoming her fear of sex and her concern over having sex with a black man was simply a matter of time and bullying and the occasional beating.
When he took her cherry, he was rough, and every time thereafter he took her forcefully, staying on the "right" side of rape by making her beg him to fuck her. She became addicted to him, but just as importantly, she left an imprint on him. He was by now totally addicted to white girls and white pussy. He loved the feel, the smell, the look, the perceived delicacy and refinement of white girls, and he loved degrading them into BBC sluts. When he began to show up to football parties with Amy clearly under his spell, some of the other cheerleaders took notice.
When Amy gushed about how incredible he made her feel, other cheerleaders, one by one, became his. When he grew tired of Amy's clinging, he turned her over to the Left Tackle, Rafe. Even though she was already a month late, Rafe stuck with her. At the last game of the season, Rafe blew out his knee, ending his college chances (none of the football team ever bothered with going to class, so his education was eight grade level at best). Rafe took Amy down South, turned her out on the streets as her pimp. he later added another cheerleader cast off from Marcus to his stable. Marcus knew that if either of them were still alive, they would be prematurely aged, with clapped out pussies and at least a few black babies under their belt.
Secretly, when he thought of Jennifer, he wanted to do the same to her. Part of him secretly hated her for her brilliance and for getting an academic scholarship to William and Mary. Part of him secretly hated her for coming from a (once) solid family and for having a nice home and nice clothes. Part of him secretly wanted to degrade her, then pass her to an associate, pregnant and forced to stroll for a pimp. His cock began to stiffen and tent his grey athletic trainer shorts, pushing out and up toward his belly as he closed his eyes and imagined her perhaps a few months from now, her rail thin body with suddenly swollen breasts and a big belly.
But that was only part of him. Another part was motivated by simple lust; he simply wanted to take her innocence and own her. He remembered the flash of her tight little pink slit he had seen the one time he convinced her on web cam to open her legs and spread her little pussy lips for him. She had never worked up the courage to do that again and steadfastly refused his subsequent requests. That was mostly a residual effect from her staunch Catholic upbringing.
He had shown her his body and his massive cock many times on web cam, and unbeknowst to him, she had masturbated herself to numerous climaxes in the darkness of her dorm room after their sessions, dreaming of him inside her. She was still a virgin, partly out of guilt and partly out of a conviction that she would only give her cherry to a black boy. That was a conviction reinforced by the many pieces of literature and interracial porn he emailed her. He knew in fact that she was still a virgin, and his plan was to change that today.
But how to approach her? His other technique, learned much later with NFL cheerleaders, was to use a charm offensive, only later turn to intimidation, supplemented with physical abuse through slapping, biting, restraint, and rough anal penetration, and liberal mental abuse. Using his charm was the technique he used with Maggie and the one he had been working through several months of Internet flirting with Jennifer. Today was the first time he began to assert his dominant side, when he reveled to her in front of both her parents who the master of the house really was.
A part of him thought that gentle persuasion, charming his way into her head and into her cunt was the best technique to gain her trust, ensure his domination and her compliance with whatever he would demand of her in the weeks and perhaps months to come. With this in mind, he slipped on an NFL tee, a pair of boxers and started toward her bedroom.
He paused at the bathroom door and pressing his ear against it listened, hearing Maggie say, "That's my little man. Just think of Daddy pumping his hot, thick baby batter into Mama, and making Mommy big with his black baby. That's a good boy, Stroke your little peenie and cum on Mama's boobs. Oh cum baby, cum for me."
