Darla began bucking on him. "Oh, Goddddddddddddddddddddd!" He vagina spasmed on the black meat within her. Again and again it contorted around the staff, sucking on it, pumping it.
"That's it, baby. Cum on my nigger dick," he said as he pumped into her.
The orgasm seemed to last forever, but at last she started to come down. Tony slowed his exertion and let her catch her breath. After a minute, he looked around and smiled. He withdrew from her and she gasped slightly. He then turned her around to face him and grabbed her under her buttocks. He then lifted. She involuntarily wrapped her legs around his midsection and her arms around his neck.
He carried her a few feet over to his private examination bed. He placed her on the foot of the soft mattress, then pushed her back. Still feeling the effects of the intense orgasm, she fell back to the softness. He reached down and pulled the two stirrups up from the table and into position.
"What are you," she said softly. "What are you doing?"
He did not answer. He then grabbed her left ankle and placed her heel into the stirrup. He secured her leg into place with a leather thong. He did the same with her right. He then stood between her legs. She looked down and saw he still had his massive erection.
"Please," she begged. "Please don't do this. Don't rape me."
"Rape, baby?" he asked. "Naw, rapists don't do this." He reached out and with his thumb began massaging her engorged clit.
"Ohhhh," she murmered. He began rubbing more and she started rotating her hips with his motion. "Ohhh," she said again.
He stopped and grabbed both of her knees. He pushed and her stirupped legs spread outward. He pushed until her legs were wide apart. He then secured the stirrups in place.
"Watch me, whore," he said as he grabbed his shaft. "Watch my baby maker as I mount you."
"Please," she begged. "No..."
He placed his shaft at her entrance and pushed in. Her intake of breath told him she was not in pain. He pushed himself forward and held himself there. He bent at the waist, then grabbed her hips. He began once again to pump in and out, out and in. She began by responding, rising up to meet him thrust for thrust.
"Tell me how it feels, whore," he said. "Tell me how good it feels to be mounted."
"So big, so deep," she moaned. "I've never...been touched so deep..."
He pumped more, and saw her eyes glazing over as she succumbed to her pleasure. He leaned forward and put his lips to hers. She felt this and something made her open her mouth. She began kissing him passionately, moaning into his mouth at each thrust. He moved his hands to her nipples again and began pinching them.
"Tell me you want my nigger baby," he whispered. "Tell me you want to birth my nigger child."
"Oh, yes," she moaned. "I want to give birth to your nigger baby. I want a baby!"
"Uhhhhh..." he murmured as he kissed her again. He reached down to her crotch and began massaging her clit again, while using the other to pinch her rock hard nipple. She began thrashing a bit, trying to get more leverage from the stirrups.
"Tell you want to breast feed my nigger baby."
She was too far gone to do anything but comply. "Oh, yes, yes! I want to suckle your nigger baby, suckle you baby!"
He smiled as he felt himself begin the stages of his own orgasm. "Do you want my dark seed in your belly? Say it, white whore!"
"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Pump your nigger seed into my belly! Plant your seed and make it take root in my womb! Make me heavy with child!"
Her biblical quotes began having an effect on him, as well. He began to growl. He stared down at the moaning, thrashing woman impaled below him.
Power was his!
He thought.
I shall give her the child she seeks
.
"Oh, yes, give me your nigger meat and pump me full of your seed! Oh, God! Oh, Gooooooodddddd!" She began cumming on his dick again, this time sucking harder and clamping stronger.
He began to growl more and his thrusts became more rapid. "Yeah, baby," he said "I'm about to , about to...YES! Ahhhhhhhhh!" He lurched into her as shi shaft began spraying his cum into her spasming vagina. Again her lips fastened around his pole, keeping all the life juice sealed inside the hungry vagina. He thrust into her again, each time his shaft erupting at the deepest penetration. The powerful thrusts caused the semen to rush into her, flowing through her cervix and into her uterine cavity. Up and up they swam, to penetrate her hungry egg.
"Oh!" she screamed. "Yes! Make me pregnant, make me birth your nigger child!" she screamed as she rose to meet him again and again.
"Give birth to my child, whore," he whispered as he thrust in again. He could not believe he was still cumming.
"I will, Tony," she gasped, "I'll birth the child you planted in my belly."
At last he began slowing, and as he looked down, he saw that she was, too. She opened her eyes and looked into his. He saw the glaze slowly leave her's. And then he knew. He knew she was coming back to reality. He pushed himself up, then as a last act of power, he thrust into her again, making her arch her back in a small spasm of pleasure, then he withdrew.
He grabbed a towel and began wiping himself off. When he was done, he looked over at Darla's prone form. She was breathing hard, but was staring at the ceiling. He legs were still in the stirrups, wide apart.
"Aw, shit," he said as he walked out of the room. He quickly dressed back into his clothes. When he was done tying his shoes, he walked back into the office to get his keys. Darla was still lying on the examination table, feet still in the stirrups. He avoided looking at her as he grabbed what he needed.
"Lock up before you leave," he said as he walked out of the office.
Not until he was gone did she push herself up on her elbows. She looked down at her spread-aprt legs, and then finally to her crotch. She saw herself clench involuntarily as small aftershocks took her. Stifling back tears she reached over and released one, then the other foot. Finally sitting up, she placed her arms over her breasts and bent at the waist. The tears finally came.
"What have I done?" she cried. "What have I done?" She cried for a long time, then she finally decided it was time to go home. She went in search of her clothes and began dressing. She stopped to cry twice during her ordeal, once as she fastened the flimsy panties, and the next as she fastened the filmy bra.
She made it home somehow and crawled right into bed. The crying spell lasted for an hour and a half. Many times he placed her hand on her belly. And she prayed.
"Oh, dear and merciful God," she said while on her knees, her hands clasped in front of her. "Please don't let me be pregnant with that bastard's child!" And so she prayed, between crying fits, all night. The next day she did not get out of bed, even to answer the phone. However, she knew that Daniel was coming home, and what he wanted. So, she roused herself and showered. When he arrived home, she flew into his arms. He carried her into the bedroom.
Somehow, someway, she made it threw their lovemaking. When they were done, she told Daniel that she had been thinking about it and she was going to quit her job at the chiropractic office. He was surprised, but said it was fine with him. Darla knew he would say yes, as he had always wanted a stay-at-home wife.
A month went by. Somehow she remained "normal" to Daniel, always giving in to his desires and going through the motions. But she still thought of Tony, and the intense orgasms he gave her. Then, one morning after Daniel had gone to work, she suddenly flung the covers off the bed and ran into the bathroom. She was just in time to empty her stomach contents into the toilet. She immediately went to her knees and prayed that this was just a stomach flew, and not the morning sickness she had been dreading. But after a week of it, she went to the store and bought a home pregnancy kit. She followed the directions and receive the "+" sign. In disbelief she bought another one, with the same results.
She cried and cried and cried some more. She began contemplating a trip to Montgomery, to an abortion clinic. But Daniel walked in and saw the two test. He was ecstatic. He gathered her up in his arms and kissed her and told her everything was going to be all right. And she cried. Only she knew they were not tears of joy.
The months passed and Darla's girth began to expand. Baby showers were given and congratulations announced. The doctor pronounced a healthy pregnancy, although the baby was turning out to be a monster. Daniel was ecstatic, although he noticed the withdrawn look on his wife's face every now and then. He shrugged it off to normal hormonal changes. But something just didn't seem right...
A few days before she was due, she and Daniel were sitting at home when the phone rang. Daniel answered it. "Darla," he said, "it's for you. It's Tony!"
She hid her expression from him as she put the receiver to her ear. "Hello?"
"Hey, baby," the voice said on the other end. "How's our little one?"
"We're both just fine, Tony," she said. "We're very excited."
"When you birth our baby, I want to see it."
"Yes, we received the gift from you and Marcia. It was very thoughtful. I'm sorry she couldn't make it to the shower."
"When you're screaming in pain, bitch, just remember the day I pumped my black seed into your hungry belly!" Then he hung up
"Nice talking to you, too. Bye, Tony," she said as she hung up.
That night she went into labor. Daniel rushed her to the hospital. She was in labor for over ten hours until she was dilated enough.
"OK, Darla, push!" the doctor said.
She screamed as she did so, and felt the head emerge. Daniel was holding her hand as he looked between her leg. "The baby has black hair," he said, smiling.
