13 comments/ 154315 views/ 72 favorites Helen's Anniversary Idea By: AuntAmanda Helen Jones was a beautiful woman living a good life. She had a devoted and loving husband, Jack, two adoring and healthy children, and even a great family dog, Bruno. Helen had spent the past twenty-years in a mostly happy marriage. Why did she do anything to upset such a perfect picture? Helen and Jack's twentieth anniversary was fast approaching. Helen was thinking of what she might do to make this anniversary extra special for her husband. And she just happened to see... 'the advertisement.' The ad promised that professional photographers would come right to your-home and take tasteful boudoir-style pictures. Helen had never considered anything so naughty before, but today she found the idea titillating. Helen had retained her looks remarkably well over forty-three years, but the truth was that Jack hadn't been nearly as... frisky the past few months as he had been in years past. After Helen got her husband off to work and the kids on the way to school, she thought again about the idea of boudoir photos for her husband, and headed up to the bedroom. Helen stood before the full-length mirror. Her body- especially her breasts-- looked excellent still. Helen turned and posed to admire just how fantastic she had kept herself up. At 138 pounds, the 40C-28-36 body was in excellent shape. She reached behind her neck to let loose her ponytail and shook her head to let her long, fine hair cascade down over her shoulders. Helen could easily pass for a much younger woman. She wanted to see if she could still fit in her wedding dress. Helen had been such a beautiful bride. On an impulse, she pulled it out of the closet where it was stored. Trying it on after all this time, Helen was ecstatic that she fit it as easily as she had on her wedding day as a twenty-three year-old. Helen couldn't help the thought that she was still as pretty as a picture. The idea of that metaphor brought back the advertisement to her mind. DAMN! Her hands were actually trembling with anticipation as she dialed the number. A woman answered. Helen's voice was slightly hesitant as she explained she had seen the advertisement. She was about to have a wedding anniversary the very next day, she said. The woman seemed so friendly. Yes, she would be able to fit in a short notice appointment for Helen. To Helen's delight, she was told that the pictures could be taken and processed within twenty-four hours. To satisfy the rush job, the studio's best men would be dispatched to her place that very day. Men? To Helen, they seemed more like boys as they arrived. Maybe the oldest one may have been twenty, but they were so damn youthful looking that Helen thought they barely looked old enough to be driving the van they pulled up in. As shocking as their youthful appearance was to her, her greater concern was that there was three of the `boys' and they were all black! Helen wasn't a racist... not a real one. Her daddy had been one and Jack was too, but as far as Helen was concerned as long as `they' kept to themselves then she would keep with her own kind too. Sure she had some curiosities. She had heard jokes in the girl's rooms about how`big' they all were. Once as a young nurse, she had a `nigger' patient that she had to give a sponge bath to. The patient had been around fifty-five years of age and his hair had been silver. He wasn't flabby at all though and as the young, white nurse had cleaned his firm, black body, the patient had gotten hard. Helen touched his thick dark cock (through the washcloth) as she washed him, and then again in a cursory way (through the towel) as she dried him off, but had resisted any urge to make the motions sensual. Yet that weekend with Michael, she had closed her eyes as he made love to her and fantasized that it was that black man fucking her. Helen wasn't a racist, but she wasn't about to pose `slutty' in front of three of them either. Helen felt herself tense up. "T-there, must be s-some s-sort of m-mistake..." "What seems to be the problem, Mrs. Jones?" Wasn't it obvious? She couldn't possibl... It was too scandalous to even think abou... The very ide... "Umm... I don't want to... Offend you boys, but maybe there has been a..m-mistake. I mean, I wanted some... pictures for my husband." "Right, some nudes." "I'm... s-sorry. I'm sorry. I am sure that you boys are very good and ever..." "Do you have a problem that we're black?" "N-no. It's not..." She didn't want to feel the fear. It wasn't like these `boys' weren't professionals. They weren't at her home to rape her. It was ridiculous. Helen tried to tell herself that there was nothing wrong with these `boys' having this job. " I wasn't expecting guys. I talked to a woman on the phone." Even to herself, this line of logic, this excuse sounded unconvincing. "It's okay lady, we understand. A woman has to be careful." As she saw how easily they had stopped unpacking and had begun to put their equipment away, Helen felt a change of heart. "Wait-wait... I guess we could do some photographs. I really did want to surprise my husband tomorrow." Davis looked at that beautiful, white bride and smiled. She was just the perfect middle class purebred that he liked. "We don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. Here's our crew. Marvin is my light and film man, and Kenny here is just tagging along trying to learn the tricks of the trade. If maybe the fact there is three of us is too much, we could just do you, me and Marvin." The truth is that Helen would have felt more comfortable with less niggers, but the number to put her at ease would have had to be zero. Even though Helen wasn't racist, she realized that there was a certain comfort that there would be three black men [if there had to be any.] Surely nothing could happen with two witnesses? Helen was dressed in a white, lace blouse with a tan skirt. She had thigh-high nylons on and heels. But underneath she was wearing her hot-red valentine's bra-and-panty set that Michael had bought her last year. As she led the men into the house, she found herself wondering whether the guys were looking at her ass as she walked. Kenny and Marvin began to set up their equipment in the family room, and Davis chatted up Helen a bit "So, you been married twenty-years, tomorrow?" "Umm, yeah. That's correct." "That is so sweet. My own folks only lasted two years. Me, I don't know if I will ever be able to find the one to go twenty with." The words seemed innocuous, but to Helen's shame, she felt a slight discomfort even having this discussion with the boy. The situation was so crazy. Surely she wasn't about to bare herself in front of these three blacks. "Say, listen. Umm, I really should have confirmed that I would get a woman photographer or at least have another woman here. I mean I am a married--" "Are you backing out?" "No... It's just that I think it might be... Inappropriate if I was to pose...you know... Nude." "Well... I have to say if you want these pictures to be `hot,' I mean for your husband and all... maybe we can do something nice in lingerie or something, but nudes or at least partials is what you really need to kick start that romance again..." Davis had been here before and knew the pitch. "There isn't anything wrong with our marriage." Yeah, Davis knew the exact pitch to play these white wives. The idea to offer `boudoir-photography' had been a stroke of genius. In just under four months of running the scam, Davis and Marvin had themselves five wives already. Not a one had screamed `rape,' and nor should they have. Davis didn't need to do that shit when he could sweet talk the white wives right out of their panties and onto his big, black cock. "Okay, well you are the customer-- so of course, the call is yours. Lets just play it and see what we can do." The nigger just seemed so damn agreeable. Helen was looking for an excuse to call things off but she was painted into the corner now. Still, the valentine undies had to go. "Maybe you guys could do something with me in a bikini?" Davis had time. "Sure, we can do that...." Helen went to her bedroom where she closed and locked the door. The niggers prepared their game, and Helen was in her room naked. She felt her dignity had been stripped with her clothes as she tried to pick a bikini that would be acceptable for the pictures but still protect her virtue. Sure, her marriage was everything to the faithful wife, but it HAD been twenty years and even if she kept forgetting it, the reason she WAS DOING this was that she wanted to prove she still had it.... what it would take to make Michael want her all over again. Helen saw the bikini that she had purchased in Jamaica. It was too shocking to even wear back then. Helen was almost in disbelief with herself as she pulled the skimpy scraps of cloth into place. The tiny panties barely covered her just shaven cunt and the top did little more than make sure that her nipples weren't on display. She turned this way and that in front of the mirror, deciding. For a second, she considered peeling off the tiny suit and sending the boys home. But instead, Helen sucked her breath in, grabbed her robe and walked out to meet her destiny. Davis was a little surprised to see Helen in a robe, but he played it cool. "Okay, Mrs. Davis, why don't you loosen the robe and we'll get comfortable." Helen tensed as she started to search the boy's words for any innuendo. Then, still holding her breath from the bedroom, she dropped her robe. She was practically naked in front of three young niggers, all alone in her house. The game was engaged. Photographs were clicked of Helen as she was carefully posed. Each pose was slightly more provocative than the one before. From simply asking her to smile, the suggestions moved to where she should push her arms together and squeeze her breasts, or to bend over and give a flash of her ass. Of course, Davis used more tact, but the results were the same. Davis finally suggested an outfit change. Helen locked the door again. She looked at the sleazy valentine undies and thought to herself that she would be more covered than the bikini. She wanted to turn Michael on, so she had to get over her ridiculous hang-ups. Time was ticking away. The front of her valentine panties was actually a tiny heart. Her breasts had two `hearts' basically stuck to her nipples. A very tiny thread kept everything in place. Davis was pleased when he saw the mostly naked white-wife. The material of the panties was thin and he could see the outline of her shaved pussy lips through the material. The bra was lacy and her nipples were just barely covered by the tiny hearts. She had let her blonde hair down and it cascaded down to her shoulders. "Maybe you would want to have some pictures in your bed?" They had rounded first and were headed for second. "Okay," Helen was about to turn and head back upstairs when Bruno jumped at the back door. "What the fuck!" Marvin was right by the door when the big rott let out a bark. "Oh, that's Bruno. He won't get in the way." Helen actually felt guilty as she let the family dog into the house from the back yard. She couldn't help but suddenly realize that she was taking three strange niggers to her marital bed. It was almost enough to stop her, but instead she shooed the dog into the basement. He was very protective of the family and might not like having the boys in the house. Davis liked dogs, but he was happy that the rott was behind a closed door cause animals knew what the `nasty' was. He followed Mrs. Helen Jones into her sacred room. Upstairs, Helen posed on her bed for about ten minutes. She turned this way and that. Helen got up on all fours and looked over her shoulder. She was just about ready. "You got another outfit to model?" "What about my wedding dress?" "...is it in here?" "It's just in my closet." Helen started towards the closet as she expected the boys to head for the door. No one moved. "Excuse me, umm... I need to change." "Oh. Right. Sorry, Mrs. Jones, it's just that the girls always change while we reload to save time. But if it makes you uncomfortable..." Davis accented the words just right to guilt Helen up. "Umm... I guess, I am being silly. I mean, this is your job and all. Sorry." Marvin almost giggled. Davis actually had this woman apologizing for not stripping for them to take a look. Of course, no one was too obvious. After all there would be plenty of looking as she would spend the next several hours having all them tight white holes of hers stuffed full of the nigger's black dicks. Helen tried to be as proper as possible as she stripped down and got into her dress. She first replaced her bra and then her panties. Slutty hearts weren't right for wedding dress accessories. When Helen had finished the lingerie exchange she felt far better and slipped into her dress. It was actually going to be fun to pose in the dress. "Mmm, I have to say that you make a fine picture as a white-bride. That dress is hot too. Maybe Marvin can set up the second camera and we can get some other, secondary pics done 'cause it's getting a little late." Helen just nodded, not realizing that the `second' camera was actually a video-tape-recorder. It was actually intended to capture the next stage of the game, but it was necessary to set things up. "Say, maybe Kenny could run to the kitchen if you have anything to drink. It's sure hot today." "There's some orange juice in the fridge or I guess some of my husband's beers too. You guys are old enough right?" "Beer would be great, I'll get us all one," Kenny piped up before anyone had to lie to the woman. While Kenny went for the beer, Davis snapped a few pics. The truth was that he had a wedding dress fetish, but not like this. He wanted the girl to be a lot sluttier. Luckily, the `spike' that Kenny would put into Helen's beer would speed up her cooperation. Davis was pretty sure he would fuck the big-breasted blonde anyhow, but with the Extacsy spike, it would be even simpler to convince her to open her legs for him and both his friends. Kenny returned with the glasses of beer and made sure Helen got the spiked one.' If she was suspicious at why the Marvin had opened the bottles, she couldn't refuse the drink without it being obvious she wasn't trusting them. Helen drank up like a good [naive] girl. Davis took more photos, waiting nearly fifteen minutes for Helen to get more agreeable. The Extacsy cocktail was designed to erase `no' from a bitch's vocabulary. He saw that Marvin and Kenny were practically going wild when he finally spoke up. "Ready to show some more for your lover?" "Ummm—" Helen hesitated, but she was starting to get moist at the thought of taking off more in front of three hot-looking black studs. "Well... what do you have in mind, Davis?" Davis wanted a photo in her veil and just her lingerie, and Helen obliged. "Lean against the wall there," Davis suggested. She did as he directed. Because of the drug, she was less concerned with his more assertive tone. But Davis was only keeping it cool for just a bit longer. "If it's OK with you, Mrs Jones, please cross your arms and push those beautiful boobs up just a bit." She did- and all three men could see the edge of her areola peek above the bra. "That's good, Mrs Jones," Davis encouraged her. "Now let the straps fall..." she peeled them off her shoulders "beautiful". Now Davis wanted her to slowly take off her brassiere the rest of the way. "Can you show all of us some more of your nice fat tits now, Mrs Jones?" Davis was testing her to see how the spike might be working. Helen failed to take offense at Davis' disrespectful language. "You mean these 'nice fat tits', Mr Davis?". She opened the center catch between the tiny cups. Then, like a whore, Helen slowly released her heavy, luscious breasts into her hands. Davis asked her to pinch her nipples, but she did more than that. Smiling at the camera, she sexily removed her hands. Now, imagining how Jack might enjoy the photos later, Helen cupped her fat tits for three black men. She lifted them and squeezed, rolled her nipples between her fingers and got them all hard for her new friends. Now Davis wanted Helen to sit on the edge of her husband's bed and slowly spread her thighs. Helen hesitated, because her panties were getting very wet, and she knew that the stain would be easy to see if she was to spread her legs. But didn't she want to make sexy boudoir photos for her husband? And these were professional photographers... Imagining somehow that Jack would be pleased with her, Helen gave the camera a sultry look and made that 'fuck me' move, spreading her legs and stroking her inner thighs The crotch of her panties was sopping as she spread herself for three strange men. Davis asked her to hook her fingers through the wet crotch material and slowly pull it to one side. Shouldn't she say no? Wasn't it wrong to do that, even if this was a boudoir photo session? But she had already shown Davis and his friends so much- it seemed silly stand on formalities now. So faithful, married-for-twenty-years Mrs Helen Jones obliged her nigger's request. There was a wet juicy sound as she pulled the lace away from her cunt. Her pussy lips eased apart as they were exposed to the air in the room. "You are so beautiful Helen. Marvin, wouldn't you say she is just about the hottest any woman has been?" "Yeah, your husband is going to be damn lucky and turned right on. About the only way you would look hotter in these pictures is if you had just been fucked." "Huh-what?" Helen was looking down. She was lightly touching her pussy and was a bit distracted. "Pay him no mind. I'm sorry Helen, but Marvin has a one track mind. Do you want him to leave?" Davis was so smooth. "Umm..." Helen was tentatively touching her clit. "Maybe we should stop...." Her fingers were getting wet. "Sure, we got some great pictures. You really photograph so beautiful. You could do this pro. Actually, I don't think we could improve things without what Marvin said. But since these pics are for your husband, I'm not sure he would understand... I wouldn't even think to offer." What Davis did not know was that Helen had a fantasy that she had never shared with anyone. She even kept it hidden from herself. But today, as Helen spread her pussy lips for three horny black men, her fantasy was helping Davis to get where he wanted to be. Helen's secret, long treasured fantasy was this: being gang-raped by big black negro men. It had had its beginning when she witnessed her sister being screwed by a black boyfriend while Helen was still in high school. In her fantasy Helen was a willing white prostitute. She was sexually enslaved by a stern negro pimp. Her pimp would force her to do sexual things with other men, mostly black, and of course with him. In Helen's fantasy there were a few white men her pimp gave her to as well. But she was in thrall to the size and blackness of her Master's cock— especially as it shot white, thick baby-making cum onto her face or deep into her asshole. But Helen's deepest orgasms were when she frigged herself imagining her black master pumping his cum deep, deep into her cunt. That was the secret fantasy that Helen had never shared. Even in her own imagination she made herself forget it as soon as her mind-numbing orgasms had passed. But now it was coming to her conscious mind, as if for the first time. The combination of the Ecxtasy spike and Helen exposing her pussy to these three young niggers... seeing their hardons bulging the front of their pants... knowing that young, studly virile black men were HARD-FOR-HER... It was all enough to seal the deal. Helen eased her finger into her wet hole. She pulled her finger out, pushed it in again. She looked up. "Y-you guys fuck?" Helen's Anniversary Idea The question was a little silly, but it was the magic one that won the grand prize. "Yeah. Most of the women we take pictures for want to. I mean, if you do then we would all love to. You are so hot." "Oh!—oh—" She was frigging herself more forcefully now. "No, we should stop—stop soon...." Davis smiled, snapped another picture... almost there... Later, Helen would remember everything. She would remember it all as clear as crystal for the rest of her life. What was about to happen would fuel her masturbation sessions every day- until she finally gave in and called the number again to book another 'session'. But that was later. Today, Helen was about to feel what she had previously only dreamed about. "Umm..." Her clit was tingling. "No. I mean, I couldn't...." She sounded pretty unconvincing. Helen spread her cunt lips apart for her new nigger friends. "After all.... oooh!" Helen touched her clit. 'After all- I'm-- I'm married." Helen's words lacked the conviction she had hoped to hear in herself as she spoke. Davis put the camera down. "But Jack's not here." Helen went all silent as Davis' hand went to the zipper of his pants. As he pulled the zip down, she stared. She was still frigging, but more slowly now. She unconsciously was holding back her orgasm to increase her own tension. Davis' cock was even bigger than she had imagined. Having seen it all thick and swelling, she knew she was a goner. "We—but you're b—you're black—ungh!" Helen's heart was beating fast. "It's—oGod—it's too big...." "But wouldn't you like..." Davis started towards Helen "a big, black cock, Mrs Jones?" "Ungh!! Maybe—NO!" Helen's pussy throbbed. "Anyway--N-no p-pictures." "Of course not." Of course, the video camera was rolling. Perhaps Davis only wanted head. Sucking cock wasn't really being unfaithful... was it? Helen lowered herself to the floor. In her mind, Davis was her black pimp. His cock was swollen and needed sucking. It was her job to take care of that for him. . She got on her knees and opened her mouth. She cradled Davis' prick with her left hand and gazed at it. Then she suddenly saw her wedding ring gleaming against the black skin. Helen adjusted the sharp diamond so that it wouldn't scratch her master's sensitized sex organ. Then Mrs. Helen Jones sucked her first nigger cock. Davis had Helen kneel submissively at her feet for nearly ten minutes pleasuring him until he knew it was time to share the wealth. As Marvin saw Davis give him the nod, he made sure that the camera still had a good view of the action and than stepped up to bat. Helen saw `the other nigger' approach and started to protest. "No, just you..." The protest was weak and Davis didn't even bother to reply as he stepped back to allow Marvin to grab a gentle but firm hold of Helen's long blonde hair. Marvin wasn't quite as long as Davis but he was thicker. He was also a little rougher. Helen sucked her second nigger cock. Kenny was dick number three. Kenny wanted to tit-fuck her, and Helen looked to Davis, imagining him giving her permission. Then she squeezed her tits together around Kenny's quivering hard-on. He was straddling Helen's big boobs and slid his nine inches in and out, in and out. The tip pushed into the mouth of her white face. Helen sucked him hard. He was throbbing. Helen saw Davis pick up the camera, But before she could object, (didn't she really want her picture taken for her husband, anyway?) Kenny's cock started to jerk and convulse. As Kenny was about to shoot, Helen kept eye contact with Davis' camera, imagining he was giving her permission to degrade herself like this. Helen gave Kenny's tingling black cock an extra firm squeeze with her breasts. She heard Kenny moaning... Then she felt Kenny push hard up between her tits. She heard him cry out, felt Kenny's hot cum shooting up into her face, Helen kept looking at Davis. Wouldn't Jack enjoy photos of a nigger's cock jerking white cum all over his wife? After his thrusts eased, she turned to his prick. Still half-turned to the camera, she sluttily took Kenny's dripping, sensitized cock into her mouth, cleaned him off. Her cheeks and hair were dripping with cum- some had landed near her eyes as well. It would make an interesting picture. And it was all on videotape besides. While Helen was busy licking Kenny's cock off, Davis refocused the video camera to the bed. "Oh, no!" Helen whimpered, easing herself back onto the bed and spreading her thighs for Davis. Davis smiled as he stepped between Helen's legs. She spread her thighs a bit more to make room. "I'm --I'm married." She reached for his cock. "Please—please don't fuck me with your big nigger cock and cuckold my white husband." "Of course not, Mrs Jones- ungh!" Helen was stroking, tugging... "We're just helping you get some nice—ungh!! Some photos for your portfolio...." Helen couldn't believe herself. She was leaning back in her own bed and was about to be penetrated and fucked by a potent, baby-making giant black cock in her fertile, unprotected cunt. She was living her fantasy, but another voice in Helen was still trying to make her care about her 'real life'. "You need a... rubber." Good girls didn't need to be on the pill. Until today. "D-do you h-have any..." "Trust me, Mrs Jones. Haven't we all treated you right so far?" At the edge of her sight, Helen saw Kenny picking up the camera. Involuntarily, her hips jerked upwards once, twice. "Trust—trust you to fuck—and pull out?" She wanted to `trust' Davis- her new friend. She spread her cunt lips with one hand and played with his wet, throbbing black cock with the other. "We—promise -- promise me you'll pull out...." Helen squeezed his cock again. A droplet of white cum eased out of the hole in the end. Kenny clicked a classic shot: white wife's hand clutching black cock. Helen's wedding ring glinted for the camera. Her face was still covered in Kenny's cum. "Your black prick is so—so big." She squeezed it. "Are you sure--- won't my cunt be too tight for y--? I mean—do you think it will fit?" Davis stepped forward a few inches. Now Helen was dabbing his glans against her opening. Involuntarily, her hips jerked. "Well, Mrs Jones--" Davis cock was starting to drip. "There's only one way to be sure..." "Ma—maybe just an inch or two..." It's not unfaithful if Davis just goes in a little bit, thought Helen. After all, how else will we get a nice picture for Jack? She turned her face to Kenny. He snapped Mrs Jones- her nipples erect, her face covered in cum, her hand holding a negro's cock to her pussy opening, smiling for her husband's anniversary photo. Helen Jones winced as the nigger who would impregnate her pushed his cock in just an inch. It was thick, and she was spread open. Kenny snapped again. On film, Helen held her pussy lips open with the fingers of her right hand. A thick black shaft plugged her hole. Her left hand gently cradled the huge balls, tugging them towards her body. It was a powerful image- and did not look in the least like rape. Davis had only one thought on his mind—that his life time goal to knock up a married white-cunt was about to be realized. Davis pulled out, exposing his wet glans at her opening, dripping with pre-cum and glistening with vaginal juices. Then Helen moaned as only the second man to ever fuck her penetrated her pussy more deeply. Her eyes darted to the mirror on the wall where she saw the stark contrast of her arms and long white legs wrapped around the nigger's dark-skinned back and powerful, black ass. In the mirror, she could also see Kenny with his camera. As Davis plowed and widened her pussy-hole, Helen dumbly wondered how her bigoted, nigger-hating husband might enjoy his anniversary present: boudoir photos of his shapely wife being gang-fucked by a trio of teenage negroes. Helen turned from the mirror and looked up at Davis' pleasure-filled face, then down between her legs at his fat, dark-black truncheon forcing it's way in and out of her white wife-pussy. The dark shiny cock was rimed with white female secretions and negro pre-cum. She recalled how even black penises shoot off white sperm.... GOD! SHE WAS UNPROTECTED. "Ungh-ungh... Ohh God, you're soOO BIG... Ungh, remember, you have to pull out when it's--- when you—before you....." "Is it a bad time for you?" asked Davis. Behind him, Kenny was taking more pictures. Beside Helen, Marvin was standing, jerking his cock off over her big tits as they jerked and wiggled in rhythm with the fuck. "P-please, p-promise me." "Don't worry." Davis pulled out, pushed in again- deeper this time. "I promise." Helen alternated between moaning and groaning as she took Davis's huge, potent black cock in-and-out of her wet, willing cunt. She had made him promise, but now Helen was slowly realizing the shocking truth-- she actually wanted her magnificent nigger to shoot his whole load deep in her womb. "Oh- OH! oh Davis—" Helen's tits were jiggling as he pounded her. "Oh god..." She pushed them and held them together for Marvin's pleasure. "Yes, Mrs Jones..." Davis was smiling. Marvin was getting closer to shooting on Mrs Jones tits. "I hope I hope I'm not too tight for you—for your cock...." "Your pussy is nice and tight....feels good....Why do you ask?" "O—oh god--- I'm so slick... Do you think—you think your blackfat cock is already dripping—dripping babies onto me?" Davis' cock was tingling strongly. It was now twitching from what the bitch was trying to say. "Hu—huh?" "What I mean—" Helen was losing it. "If—Davis—if your cock shot off-- by mistake, I mean...right up inside me all the way... I'd have to forgive you, right? Ungh! Cause I made you do it—'cause I made my hole so tight and slick and hot for--- your-- black--- cock..." "You mean—" Davis started plowing harder. "Cause your white bitch cunt wants a black cock to shoot his load up you right now?" "God yes! --No!" Helen's hips were jerking. "NO!-----ungh! " She was creaming now. "B—bree—breed me. Make me yours... Push it—pull it out before —fuck my—do me—" Mrs Jones was giving crossed signals, but it was clear enough what she wanted him to do. Davis decided right then to shoot into the white wife's cunt at her most vulnerable moment. Davis was holding back now. Helen's pussy was stimulating his cock just right, and he was holding until--- until. Just then Helen started cumming on his fat, tingling black prick. "Oh Christ! Breed me- black bastard! Make me your slut-- Shoot your nigger cock, Davi—" Helen was going wild, and the burning tingling in Davis' glans was finally too much for him. His testicles shot a charge of hot baby-cum into his prick and it jerked down his shaft and out the hole in the end. Then another, and yet another. His potent, thick load spurted deep. Davis thrust in to the hilt to make sure to get his sperm in as deep as possible. Helen actually squeezed with her legs and arched her back as the nigger shot. And now Marvin's prick erupted all over Mrs Jones fat breasts. It jerked hot spasms of sticky cum coating her nipples. Kenny was taking photos as two blacks shot their loads into Mrs Helen Jones' pussy and all over her tits. She smiled and turned towards the camera, twisting her hips on Davis' cock, rubbing Marvin's cum all over her tits and her face. Mr Jones was sure to be "pleased", thought Kenny... Helen wasn't at all happy as the boys dressed. She begged for the film, but Davis said that they just needed a picture of her `willing' so she wouldn't be crying rape if she popped up pregnant. Helen knew she would call for another appointment. Even so, she cursed the men as they walked out the door. She had no idea that a video tape had been made or the 'black-male-ing' that would become her new life. In fact, all Helen was sure of as she stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom that Wednesday night, was that Michael would be damn surprised at the gift that Helen would present him with the following day. As she looked at the profile of her white tummy so firm, she just hoped that the photographs would be the biggest surprise she had to give to her husband from today.