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Sisters' Misters Ch. 02

By: PenPal2001



Sisters share more Friday night fun



Jennifer & Jamal and Chelsea & Scoot sat lazily in the living room, after their rousing round of sex, making small talk and trading occasional kisses. They were two couples now, at least for tonight, when just a few hours earlier Chelsea and Scoot weren't even acquainted.

Jennifer noticed a wetness on her bare bottom and looked down to see that semen was pooling on the leather couch under her pussy. 

Jennifer playfully slapped Jamal on the leg and said, "Your cum is getting on the new sofa!"

Jamal feigned anger too and said, "I gave that cum to you and now you're wasting it. And look at your little sister there; she's probably making a puddle on the rug!"

"I guess we better clean up," Jennifer said as she signaled Chelsea to rise. Jennifer led the way as the two naked beauties waddled to the kitchen, trying not to drip on the floor.

Jennifer tore some paper towels off the roll and handed a few to Chelsea. Chelsea wiped her sloppy pussy and held up the soggy towel, saying, "Wow, Scoot really came a lot."

Jennifer, wiping herself, said, "You're gonna see that white guys cum in teaspoons and black guys cum in quarts."

Chelsea liked the sound of "you're gonna see," reminding her that she would most likely be getting fucked some more.

"So, Chelsea," Jen began, "do you really think you might be pregnant now?"

"No, not really," Chelsea replied, "I'm actually on the pill, so there's not much chance of that. I just got caught up in your moment when Scoot was about to cum in me and I was wishing that I could get pregnant. What about you? Do you really think Jamal knocked you up?"

"He probably did," Jennifer answered, rubbing her tummy. "I went off the pill a while back and I'm ovulating now. You know, it's funny, but I always imagined the two of us having little kids with blond hair and blue eyes. Now with Jamal's dark skin my baby won't be anything but black! But I love the idea of holding a little black baby sucking milk from my pasty-white boobs."

"Ah, that's sweet," Chelsea said.

"But listen to me, young lady, you need to stay on the pill until you finish college," Jennifer said in a serious tone. "You don't want to get pregnant until you get your education and settle down with the right guy."

Chelsea smiled and nodded in acceptance.

"So, anyway Chelsea," Jennifer began, "do you think you might actually tolerate black guys now and you might be fucking them every chance you get?"

"What do you think?!" Chelsea asked enthusiastically.

"I think that black cock sluts run in our family," Jennifer said, grinning, "So welcome to the club!"

Chelsea quickly retorted, "Gee, I wonder where Mom went wrong," causing both to erupt with laughter.

The sisters then hugged each other, noticing, incidentally, that the naked contact between them felt pretty good.

Meanwhile, Jamal and Scoot were having their own conversation in the living room.

"Man," Scoot said, "that Chelsea is one fine piece of ass! That's the first time I ever fucked a little white girl who never had a black cock before, and it was motherfucking fantastic! Which reminds me; you lost our bet and you owe me 50 dollars!"

"Okay," Jamal said, "I'll pay you later. It was worth 50 bucks just to see you nail that pussy. When Jennifer said that Chelsea won't have anything to do with black guys and she was coming here to report on me to her parents I thought she must be a snotty little stuck-up bitch. But, you know, she's really sweet. She's a lot like Jennifer, except that Jennifer gave up on white boys a long time ago."

"Yeah," Scoot said, "I like her a lot. First, she wouldn't even kiss me and then, next thing I know, she's begging me to fuck her with my big black nigger cock! If she didn't live a hundred miles away I'd be tapping that young pussy every night."

"Oh, yeah, she'd be letting you too. You do have a way with the ladies!" Jamal chuckled. 

Jennifer and Chelsea strolled back into the living room and Jen said, "What have you boys been talking about?"

"Scoot was just saying that you girls went to clean yourselves up but you left us sitting here, all messy and shit," Jamal said, inventing the entire conversation.

"Well, I brought some paper towels," Jennifer said, "but I don't think we'll need them for you two. We can manage without the 'quicker-picker-upper'."

Jennifer then knelt down in front of Jamal and took his still-wet cock in her mouth, sucking out the last drops of cum.

Chelsea followed her sister's lead and crouched down in front of Scoot, lifting his big cock up and slowly running her tongue up the underside. She realized that she'd gotten cum on her chin and lips, then wiped and licked it off, looking up at Scoot and making eye contact.

"Mmm," Chelsea said, "that's tasty."

"Oh baby," Scoot chuckled, "you are too much!"

Noticing that Scoot's cock was rapidly stiffening, Chelsea said, "Honey, I can't believe that you're getting another woody already."

"Jamal is getting a boner too, missy," Jen said, "We better get ready for round two."

"That sounds like fun," Scoot said, "but it's getting late and I didn't plan to spend the night here." He was actually angling for an invitation.

"Oh Scoot," Chelsea pleaded, "You don't really have to go home, do you? If you stay here, Sweetie, you can fuck me all night."

"Well, that's an offer I can't refuse," Scoot said, "so I guess I'm staying, if it's okay with Jennifer.

"Now Scoot, there isn't anyone I'd rather have fucking my baby sister than you." Jen joked. "I've already made up the new convertible sofa in our second bedroom for Chelsea, so you two can break it in right."

"That sounds perfect," Chelsea said, "I'll tell Mom and Dad that you're taking real good care of me!"

The sisters and their mates spent a few more minutes talking and laughing. Finally, Scoot stood up and outstretched his arms in an exaggerated yawn. "Well, it's getting pretty late. Think it's time for me to get some sleep."

"Oh bullshit, man!" Jamal protested, "you ain't gonna sleep a wink until you get another shot at Chelsea's pussy!"

Scoot grinned ear to ear and nodded his head in the affirmative. Chelsea did too.

Chelsea then decided to get playful, and in her best girly voice she said, "Oh my goodness gracious. Scoot, did you want to put your big black cock into my little white pussy again? Well, I guess that would be okay."

Jennifer laughed and mused, "I'm glad it's okay because Scoot is going to fuck your brains out whether you like it or not."

"I like it," Chelsea said. "I like it just fine."

Scoot reached down to take Chelsea's hand and pulled her to her feet. Then he put his arm around the small of her back and led her toward the hall where the second bedroom was.

"Goodnight Jen, goodnight Jamal," Chelsea said cheerily.

"Goodnight sis," Jennifer said, adding, "don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

Halfway down the short hallway, Chelsea told Scoot she "had to go potty" and they stopped off at the bathroom. Chelsea plopped down on the toilet. Sitting there with her perky tits poking out, and her long blond hair touching them, she was the picture of sweetness and innocence. Scoot framed her angelic face with his huge hands and told her, "Baby, you are some kind of beautiful."

Chelsea tore off some toilet paper and while wiping herself felt some sliminess through the wad in her hand. She mentioned to Scoot, "I'm still leaking your cum."

"Sorry baby," Scoot said, "I'll go deeper when I squirt my jizz in you this time."

"Very thoughtful, Sweetheart," Chelsea said as she stood up and stepped toward the sink to let Scoot use the toilet.

Scoot lifted the seat and pissed into the bowl a long, forceful stream of yellow urine. Chelsea didn't say anything but she was once again awestruck by the power and appearance of Scoot's big black cock. He flushed the lever and Chelsea wiggled her adorable ass as she sashayed out of the bath and into the second bedroom next door.

As they entered the bedroom Chelsea switched on the light and Scoot closed the door behind them. Then the couple embraced, standing up, for the first time. Chelsea felt tiny in Scoot's muscular arms. They held each other tight and Chelsea could feel Scoot's stiffening cock pressing against her belly. She loved the feeling. Scoot loved the feel of Chelsea's plump little boobs pressing against him. The lovers kissed passionately with Scoot's full lips and large mouth taking over Chelsea's. Their tongues were in constant motion, his reaching out to find hers and hers responding in kind.

Scoot's cock was now rock hard and Chelsea angled it downward to brush her pussy as they stood hugging and swaying.

Scoot said, "Let me turn off the light, baby, and you can suck my cock for a while.

"No, leave the light on for now," Chelsea said, "I want to see your cock. I want to look at it in my hands and watch it going into my pussy."

Without releasing his embrace, Scoot stepped backward and sat down on the bed, bringing Chelsea to her knees at eye level with his massive organ. Chelsea immediately took the cockhead into her mouth, drawing in and out to stimulate her new lover. Chelsea did her best to take the cock straight into mouth and down her throat, wanting very much for Scoot to enjoy her. 

"Oh baby, you really know how to give a nigger head," Scoot said.

Chelsea looked up at Scoot with her big blue eyes and smiled as much as she could with her mouth stuffed full. 

Scoot was ready to fuck and put his hands on Chelsea's head, tenderly pushing her away from his cock. He then leaned forward to kiss Chelsea's mouth as a thank-you for a blowjob well done.

As Chelsea rose to her feet Scoot cupped her cunt in his hand, causing Chelsea to utter an "Aahh." Scoot then slipped a finger into Chelsea, skillfully rubbing it up and down against her clit. Scoot was also feeling the teen to see if she was wet enough to take his cock. She was.

Scoot laid back on the bed and Chelsea climbed on top of him like a child scampering onto a playground toy. She started to straddle Scoot's hips and he said, "Wait, baby. Turn around and ride me like a cowgirl."

Chelsea had never tried that position before but gladly spun herself in reverse. She immediately liked it because it left Scoot's cock poking straight up between her legs where she could see it against her pussy. She then took hold of the cock with one hand, lifting herself up and pointing the head into her cunt. "Oh fuck yes!" she yelled as she pushed herself down on the dark shaft. She then began to slowly raise and lower herself on Scoot, savoring each move with her eyes and the pleasure sensors in her pussy. 

Out of the blue, Chelsea started laughing.

"What's so funny, baby?" Scoot asked.

"I was just thinking 'what if my mom and dad could see me right now'."

"We could make a video and send it to them," Scoot chuckled.

"Oh, fuck!" Chelsea squealed, "Oooohhhh fuck!" as she climaxed at the very thought.

Chelsea continued to ride Scoot's cock, bouncing rhythmically and taking her own boobs in her hands to squeeze and diddle them herself. After several minutes, and several orgasms for Chelsea, Scoot tapped her on her hips, signaling her to dismount. Chelsea climbed off, panting.

"Get up on all fours," he ordered.

"You want to do it doggie-style?" she inquired, adding, "that never really worked too well with my old boyfriends."

"Well, I'm your new boyfriend and I'll show you how it's done," Scoot boasted.

Chelsea moved to the middle of the sofa-bed and assumed the position with her shapely butt in the air. Scoot moved in behind her and pushed his throbbing cock into her pussy. Chelsea uttered an "uhhh" as the penis entered her. She liked the feeling right away.

"Oh, honey, that feels good," she cooed, "your big black cock is pressing down on my button. Oh, that's nice, sweetheart."

"It gets better," Scoot told her as he picked up speed. Soon he was pounding her sweet little pussy with the motion of a racecar piston.

"Ayyyyiiiiiiiiii," she shrieked, "Ayyyiiiiiiiii! Yes, yes, yes, yes! Oh, honey, you're the best fucker in the world!"

Meanwhile, in the master bedroom, Jamal and Jennifer were engaged in some pillow talk as they lay facing each other in their bed.

"I can hear her from here," Jennifer said with a smile, referring to her kid sister. 

"They can probably hear her in the next apartment," Jamal quipped. "I think she's a bigger nympho than you are."

"Well, I'm a little shocked," Jen continued, "I know she lost her virginity last year but she never seemed too enthusiastic about sex. She's finding out what real sex is tonight. You told me that Scoot would get in her pants in five minutes and you weren't too far off. Well, I know we did her a favor, and she appreciates it right now, but it was pretty sneaky of us to set her up. Now every time Scoot fucks her this weekend she'll get more hooked on black cock!"

They both laughed and then moved closer to start kissing and caressing each other as a prelude to what would come next.

Back in the guest room - "You like doing it doggie now, don't you baby?" Scoot grunted as he mated Chelsea like a bull on a cow.

"Yes. Yes. Yes!" was Chelsea's only possible reply.

Scoot slowed to a stop, then pushed Chelsea over onto the sheets with a little shove of his hand. Chelsea fell on her back and reached out her arms to grasp Scoot's neck, pulling him down for a tongue-tangling kiss. 

Scoot then grabbed each of Chelsea's slender legs and lifted them high in the air. Once he had her cunt at the right latitude he plowed into her again, hooking her legs in his arms.

"Oh, Scoot I love you," she shouted, adding, "for fucking me like this. You're driving me fucking crazy!"

"Aaayyiiiiiiiiii!" she screamed as she came for what must have been the tenth time.

Sweating and panting, Scoot slowed his pace and said, "I'm just about ready to cum in your pussy. You still want my baby, don't you?"

"Oh yes, darling," she declared, feeling a twinge of guilt and a lot of disappointment, knowing that pregnancy was highly unlikely given her contraceptives. Still, she could fantasize out loud. 

"Cum in me!" Chelsea shouted, "Fill me with your cum. I want my skinny belly to bulge with a baby bump! I want my tits to get big and bloated with milk! I want everyone to know that I'm having a little nigger baby!"

Chelsea's words were enough to pull Scoot's trigger and he started moaning, "oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhh!" He thrust his cock as far into Chelsea as humanly possible and shot his jizz deep in her uterus, as he promised he would.

The fair-skinned teen and her dark-skinned partner gasped for air as they came down from their sexual high. Chelsea thought about what had happened in just a few short hours and she still had the next day-and-a-half to spend with her loving sister and her amazing black lover.

Chelsea and Scoot wrapped themselves around each other, pulled up the bed covers and dozed off to sleep.

Sisters' Misters Ch. 03



It was Saturday morning.

Jennifer knocked on the door of the bedroom where her kid sister, Chelsea, had spent the night with their friend, Scoot.

Since they had all seen each other naked and fucking the night before, Jennifer felt no great need for privacy and she opened the unlocked bedroom door. Scoot was taking up two-thirds of the sofa-bed with Chelsea curled up next to him, one arm on his chest. Chelsea's grapefruit-sized breast was visible but most of her and Scoot were covered by the sheet and blanket. They both began to stir at the sound of the intrusion.

"Come on you two," Jen said softly, "We don't want to waste the whole day sleeping. I made coffee and bought some bagels. We've got stuff to do today if you want to get up."

"Okay," Scoot said groggily, "Let me fuck Chelsea real quick and we'll get a shower and be right out."

"Great," Jennifer said, adding, "Don't fuck him too hard, Chelsea!"

That brought a smile to Chelsea, who hadn't fully opened her eyes yet. Chelsea had heard what her sister and Scoot said, though, and she loved the way that Scoot just announced that he was going to "fuck Chelsea real quick." She liked to think of herself as an independent young female but she had never been with a man as big and powerful as Scoot and she liked the ownership and control that he was imposing on her. Chelsea opened her eyes and lifted her head to give Scoot a kiss on the lips. 

"Good morning, honey," Chelsea said before their lips met. Lying there, she studied Scoot's skin, deciding it was actually very dark brown in color, bordering on black. She thought about how much she had changed since yesterday. She wasn't interested in black guys then; today she's waking up in bed with one.

"Morning baby," Scoot uttered, accepting Chelsea's kiss, then saying, "I've got to take a piss before we fuck," as he tossed off the covers.

Chelsea said she had to go too as Scoot exited the bedroom, heading for the toilet next door. After Scoot finished taking a long leak he told Chelsea he'd be waiting for her and left the bathroom. Chelsea lowered the toilet seat and sat down to pee. She noticed that her pussy was a little crusty with dried cum. There wasn't much, considering, and she was happy to think that most of Scoot's sperm had been absorbed deep inside her. Chelsea wet a washcloth and quickly scrubbed her pussy and her crotch.

Chelsea then reached into her small overnight bag on the sink and took out her toothbrush and her pack of birth control pills. Ever since she started on oral contraceptives she made it a ritual to take her pill first thing in the morning. She opened the plastic container but paused before pushing out the next pill. She thought of how Jen had cautioned her to keep taking the pill, but the idea of having unprotected sex with Scoot was too wild and exciting to resist. She closed the pack without taking her daily dose and tossed it back in her bag.

In the back of her mind, Chelsea told herself that missing one pill wouldn't really put her at risk. But, actually, it was risky, given her specific prescription and her current hormonal cycle. If she were to miss a second pill pregnancy would be a distinct possibility.

Chelsea reentered the bedroom where Scoot was lying on his back, slowly stroking his increasingly rigid cock. In the morning sunlight it was apparent that his penis and scrotum were a shade darker than the rest of him. Chelsea grinned at the sight and said, "You're getting ready for me, sweetheart." Scoot turned to his side, extended his arms and lifted Chelsea off her feet and onto him. 

"Suck my dick, baby, and let me see your pussy," Scoot instructed, moving her into a 69 position. As Chelsea began to kiss and lick his enlarging cock Scoot began to kiss and lick her pussy. Scoot intended to speed up the foreplay on this round, and his tongue action quickly had the desired effect on his teenaged partner.

"Mmmmm," Chelsea purred as she took Scoot into her mouth and felt her pussy responding to the stimulation. After a few minutes Chelsea started squirming and moaning louder. When Scoot's lips detected that Chelsea was wet and well lubricated with her own juices and his saliva he used his hands on her hips to turn her around and bring her pussy next to his now fully erect cock. 

Chelsea looked down between her legs and using one hand, she poked Scoot's cock into her hole. She only had to push a little to properly impale herself.

"Oh baby, it feels better every time," Chelsea said loudly, "my pussy is getting all stretched out for you and it feels so fucking good!"

"It's not your pussy anymore," Scoot said, "It's my pussy now and it is getting better every time.

"It is your pussy, Darling," Chelsea shouted, "it's yours and I'm yours to fuck whenever and wherever you want!"

"I'm going to cum pretty quick," Scoot informed Chelsea, who was in the throes of an intense orgasm.

Panting and pumping Scoot's cock with her pussy, Chelsea sputtered, "Cum in me, honey. Shoot another load deep inside. I'm not on the pill and I want your baby. Make me pregnant!"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," Scoot grunted as he came inside Chelsea with a large and potent load, stockpiled during his time asleep.

Chelsea rested herself on top of Scoot and gently kissed his lips and smiled. He rolled her over onto her back and placed his hand between her cute belly button and her now gaping pussy. He rubbed her belly and said, "this is where our little nigger baby is. With a little luck you and Jennifer will have matching baby bumps and you can both get big and round together." Scoot then slid his hand up to squeeze Chelsea's boob, saying, "Your tits will be beautiful when they're full."

"And you'll be my baby-daddy, sweetheart," Chelsea almost whispered. 

"Well, Jennifer is going to come looking for us again, so we better get going," Scoot said as he nudged Chelsea to get off the bed.

"Let's get a shower," Scoot said as he took Chelsea by the hand and led her into the bathroom.

Under the hot running water, Scoot and Chelsea kissed repeatedly and each rubbed soap on the other. Chelsea loved having Scoot run his soapy hands all over her boobs and around her tight ass and slightly sore pussy. Scoot loved the way that Chelsea ran the bar of soap up and down his flaccid penis. Chelsea said, "Looks like it's coming back to life," as the cock responded to her touch by gradually gaining size. 

Chelsea thought she was in for more intercourse in the shower, but Scoot abruptly turned the water off and said they needed to get going. Scoot then took a bath towel and dried Chelsea off, having fun by saying he was going to "get behind her ears" and needed to "shine up" her nipples as he playfully blotted her dripping wet body with the towel. 

The naked couple then retreated to their bedroom to dress. Scoot put on the same clothes he wore yesterday, since he had nothing else. Chelsea chose a pair of Capri pants and a slightly low cut pink top that showed some cleavage when she wore her pushup bra with it. They went to the kitchen where Jennifer and Jamal were sitting at the table, having coffee and bagels.

"Good morning," Jen said, "I hope you slept well. It took us a while to doze off with all the noise you were making!"

Chelsea chuckled and said, "I heard some 'fuck me Jamal's' coming from your room too, or maybe I was just dreaming." They all laughed.

"This little bitch tuckered me out," Scoot said, squeezing Chelsea's butt cheek through her pants. 

As Chelsea and Scoot joined them at the table Jennifer said she wanted to run by the mall and make another stop. Scoot said he needed to swing by his place to get some stuff, in case he was to spend another night with Chelsea.

"Get whatever you need, honey, but you and your cock will be spending tonight with me!" Chelsea said, leaning over to kiss Scoot's lips.

"You got any weed at your place?" Jamal asked Scoot.

"Oh, I got some real good shit," Scoot bragged. "Don't let me forget to grab it."

Chelsea was a bit apprehensive at hearing about the weed. She had never smoked before but knew she would be expected to partake when the others indulged, assuming her sister would be smoking along with the guys. Chelsea thought about saying that she was allergic to pot, but decided that excuse was too lame. She figured she would just have to go with the flow.

After breakfast the foursome piled into Jamal's car and headed out. Chelsea said she wanted to look at makeup. Jennifer said they could go to the cosmetic counter while the guys wandered around. Before the girls and guys parted ways at the store Chelsea gave Scoot a big kiss on the mouth - her first time kissing a black man in public - and it did catch the eyes of several shoppers, a couple of them shaking their heads and whispering something to each other. 

Chelsea told her big sister that she wanted to buy some red lipstick and red nail polish. "I think it'll be a real turn-on to grab that big black cock with bright red nails," Chelsea confided with a sly grin. 

As they perused the selection at the counter, Chelsea poked Jen and whispered, "Check out those cute guys on my left." Two young black men were pricing perfume about 10 feet away.

"I really love the dreadlocks on that tall one," Chelsea gushed, adding, "There's a black boy in my English class with dreads halfway down his back. I'd love to get my hands on them!"

"I'm sure he'd love to get his hands on you too," Jennifer said. "Black boys all want to fuck white girls." A few moments later Jen added, "You know, you're starting to sound like you've really gone black!"

Chelsea just smiled.

After Chelsea bought her nail polish and lipstick Jennifer led her to the women's clothing section, then to Maternity. They both had fun, pulling cute preggo tops off the rack and holding them up to themselves, sometimes arching their backs and pushing their bellies out for emphasis. Jen found one that said "baby on board" with an arrow pointing down.

"I saw one of these online and it said 'Black Baby' with a down arrow," Jen laughed. "I'm going to have to buy one!"

"Where would you wear it?" Chelsea asked.

"Oh, anywhere but the school where I work," Jen laughed. "I know, I could wear it to Christmas dinner with all the family!"

"Oh, my god!" Chelsea blurted out, "Mom and Grandma would just shit!"

After they finished laughing and falling into each other, Jen said, "Well, my 'black baby' shirt will be in the hand-me-downs that I give you in a few years."

Chelsea secretly thought to herself that she just might be needing some maternity clothes a little sooner. 

Jennifer called Jamal's cellphone and told him that she and Chelsea had finished shopping and were ready to leave. After meeting up, Jamal & Jennifer and Scoot & Chelsea walked back through the mall to the parking lot, each couple holding hands. They wanted to be seen and knew they were being noticed. The guys were proud of the pretty, white, pony-tailed blonds that were their trophies. The sisters enjoyed the fact that everyone saw them with their big, black partners and just about all of the gawkers - especially other females - were intrigued, and maybe even envious, wondering what it would be like to mate with a powerful black man.

Back in the car, Jamal asked Jennifer, "You still want to go there today?"

"Yes, before I lose my nerve!" Jen replied.

"Where are we going?" Chelsea asked.

"It's a secret," her sister said, trying to be seriously mysterious.

"Well, take the long way," Chelsea said, "so I'll have time to give Scoot a blow job." Chelsea and Scoot were in the back seat, so it was easy for the teen to pull out Scoot's cock and bury her head in his lap. Scoot fucked Chelsea's face with her total cooperation and after about 15 minutes, then announced he was going to cum. Chelsea's reply was "mmm-kay," keeping the cock in her mouth so she wouldn't miss a drop of semen. Chelsea did manage to catch all Scoot's cum and sat up proudly with her mouth wide open so everyone could see the creamy white load. Jen impulsively said, "Share it with me," as she twisted herself around in the front passenger's seat and leaned back to meet Chelsea's mouth with hers. With her tongue, Chelsea passed about half the jizz to her sister. Both girls giggled with their mouths open and then swallowed the cum. 

"You are two nasty fucking bitches!" Scoot said, laughing.

Chelsea and Jennifer both continued to giggle, and both enjoyed the experience very much.

Jamal drove another few minutes and then turned into a strip shopping center, stopping in front of a tattoo parlor.

"Jennifer, you're going to get a tattoo?!" Chelsea shouted, stating the obvious with her question.

"I guess so," Jen said tentatively, "I've wanted one for a long time but two things I don't like are needles and pain. I brought you guys along for moral support."

"Oh, I think it's great," Chelsea said, "My friend and I were going to get matching butterflies on our shoulders last year, but you know Mom; she wouldn't sign the permission slip."

"Well, you're 18 now. You could get your butterfly today," Jen offered.

"No," Chelsea said, "we're not friends anymore, so now I'm glad I didn't get it. Do you know what you want?"

"I'm getting a Queen of Spades, just above my left ankle," Jen replied.

When Chelsea looked puzzled and asked what a Queen of Spades was Jen explained that it's a black spade symbol, about two inches high, with a white Q in the center.

"Get it?" Jen spoke to Chelsea with extra emphasis, "Queen-of-Spades?

"Oh wow, that's so cool!" Chelsea said with a smile, "I love that idea. Maybe I'll get one too!"

"If you do, I'll pay for it!" Jamal said excitedly.

"Now just wait a minute," Jennifer said in a serious tone, "I've thought this over for a long time. I'm willing to mark myself for life and tell the world that I've gone black. But before you go branding yourself, baby girl, you need to think about it. You'll have every black boy on campus trying to get in your pants and the white boys won't care for it much."

Chelsea smiled a sly grin and said, "Okay, I'll think about while you're getting your ink and then I'll decide if I want to go through with it.

After about a thousand "ouches" and a few tiny tears, the two pretty sisters walked out of the shop with something else in common: matching Queen of Spades tattoos just above their left ankles.

Jamal then drove to Scoot's place. Scoot invited them in and offered everyone a drink, but all declined. Scoot took Chelsea by the hand and led her to his bedroom. Chelsea gasped when she saw the king-sized bed with satin sheets. 

"The next time you come to town," Scoot informed Chelsea, "You'll be staying in that bed."

"Oh my god!" Chelsea declared, "I would love it!"

Jennifer poked her head into the room and said, "Come on you guys. We don't have time for you to fuck right now."

"Don't forget the weed," Jamal said.

"I got it," Scoot said, holding up a large ziplock baggie with a batch of marijuana, a couple of blunts and several joints already rolled.

The foursome drove back to Jennifer and Jamal's apartment. For the next few hours, they watched college football and drank beer. Chelsea tried to keep pace with the others but she slowed down when she started to feel pretty drunk.

As the sun set, Jennifer said to Chelsea, "let me help you with your nail polish," sensing that her kid sister might have trouble handling the brush. Then Jen led Chelsea into the master bedroom and said they could pick out something nice to wear.

"You can borrow one of my negligees so you'll be extra sexy for Scoot," Jen said.

Chelsea picked out a long, red, see-through gown and Jennifer selected a short black teddy.

The sisters then stripped off their street clothes to change. They each paused a moment to admire their new tattoos, both agreeing that they looked perfect!

Jennifer saw her sister's vagina and said, "Chelsea, your pussy is a little puffy and red."

"Yeah," Chelsea said, "it's been taking quite a pounding."

"I've got some cream that will help," Jen said, retrieving the ointment from the bathroom. Jen then put some of the cream on her fingers and started to apply it to Chelsea's pussy lips. Jen rubbed it in and deliberately worked over Chelsea's clit.

"You do that much more and I won't need Scoot to make me cum," Chelsea cooed with a smile.

"I'm glad you like it," Jen said, smiling herself. "Have you ever had sex with a woman?"

"No, not really," Chelsea admitted. "When we were kids I practiced kissing with my friends at pajama parties, you know, but it wasn't any kind of lesbian stuff."

"Well," Jennifer began, "Don't knock the lesbian stuff until you've tried it. There's nothing better than fucking a big black cock, but girls can be fun too. Girls know what girls like."

Jennifer slipped on her teddy and Chelsea put on the red negligee, then went to the bathroom mirror to apply her red lipstick.

"Wow, baby girl," Jennifer said, "you look beautiful!"

The girls then exited the bedroom and joined the guys in the living room. Jamal and Scoot both let loose with whistles and howls, telling the ladies how good they looked.

As the two couples took their usual places on the big couch - Chelsea and Jen in the middle and the guys on each end - Chelsea noticed there was an ashtray, a lighter and a couple of joints on the coffee table in front of them.

"Would you like to do the honors?" Scoot asked Chelsea, pointing at the joints.

"Well, actually, I've never smoked before," Chelsea said timidly. That caused the guys to break out laughing.

"Hey, give her a break!" Jen said firmly, "my little sister is a good girl, not a pothead like some people we know!" 

"Chelsea, if you want to try smoking the weed I'll help you," Jen said, adding, "I'm sure you'll like it if you do."

"Sure," Chelsea said, trying to sound upbeat, "just show me the ropes!"

Scoot lit the joint and took a big hit before passing it to Jamal. Jamal then took a puff and passed it to Jennifer. 

Holding the joint between her thumb and forefinger, Jennifer told Chelsea, "I'm going to take a hit and then I'll blow the smoke into your mouth. You just suck it in when I get close."

Jen then took a hit, leaned in to Chelsea and blew a stream of the potent smoke into her pursed lips. Chelsea sucked in hard and instantly started coughing and sputtering out the smoke.

After she recovered for a few seconds, Chelsea jokingly said, "Hey, that's great weed!" Everyone had a good laugh.

After the joint was passed between the guys again it came back to Jennifer, who said, "Okay Chelsea, it should be better this time. Just do the same thing."

Jen took another drag on the joint and leaned into Chelsea again, blowing the smoke toward her mouth. When Chelsea didn't cough right away Jen surprised her by moving her lips to Chelsea's for a little kiss. Chelsea then exhaled, blowing a thin stream of smoke out and smiling. 

"I don't feel anything," Chelsea said.

"Give it a few minutes, sis," Jen said.

On the third round, Chelsea was ready for Jen, and after she inhaled Jen's smoke, Chelsea put her mouth on Jen's and held it there as the smoke gradually escaped their joined lips.

"Oh, yeah!" Scoot shouted, "That's what this party needs! A little girl-on-girl action!"

"Okay, Chelsea," Jen said with a grin, "two can play at this game!" Jen then attacked Chelsea's mouth with hers, smashing their lips together. Chelsea reciprocated and was the first to use her tongue. For the next minute or so, the girls held their kiss and tangled their tongues in each other's mouths. 

When they both came up for air, Jen grabbed Chelsea's boob with one hand and started massaging it. Chelsea copied her sister's actions, taking hold of Jennifer's tit. The guys cheered them on.




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While squeezing her boob, Chelsea said to Jen, "I'm starting to feel a little high. Wow, maybe more than a little."

Jennifer responded with "I'm totally wasted, but you know what you do when you're really stoned? You eat your sister's pussy!"

With that Jennifer started laughing and pulled Chelsea off the couch and onto the floor. Chelsea opted not to wear panties under her gown, so it was easy for Jen to get to her pussy. Jennifer was wearing panties with her teddy, but she pulled them and swung around to put her vagina in Chelsea's face. The sisters were the same size and made a perfect 69 as they each moaned and squealed nonstop. 

Jamal and Scoot enjoyed watching the show and pulled their pants and underwear off, exposing their stiffening cocks. When the girls seemed to be slowing their action, each guy gently pulled up their girl and brought them back to the couch.

"Now it's time to fuck your man," Jamal said.

Jennifer climbed onto Jamal's lap and inserted his big black cock in her sopping wet cunt. Chelsea did exactly the same with Scoot.

The sisters then rocked on the cocks in unison, sometimes glancing and smiling at each other. One time, they leaned together and kissed each other. 

After what seemed like a long time to the lovers, Jamal announced that he was going to cum, saying to Jennifer, "Here come a couple million more sperm to make sure you're pregnant, baby!" Then he moaned and unloaded his cum into her.

A couple minutes later, Scoot said "here it comes, little girl!"

Chelsea picked up on Jamal's words and yelled, "Yeah, sweetheart, shoot your cum in me, real deep. I want a billion sperms to knock me up good! I want your baby so bad!"

Jennifer thought to herself that Chelsea sounded awfully serious for someone who's just fantasizing about getting pregnant. She had better be taking her birth control.

Chelsea just laid on top of Scoot and concentrated on the feeling of her pussy as Scoot's cock lost its erection and shrank inside her.

Then Chelsea sat up and said loudly, "I'm fucking hungry! Do we have any fucking food here?"

Scoot laughed and said, "Looks like 'good girl Chelsea' has a serious case of the munchies. Let's find something to eat, then we'll smoke some more, fuck some more, and go to sleep."

It had been a busy Saturday for everyone. Tomorrow there would be one more chance for her to fuck Scoot, then Chelsea had to head back her dorm room at college.

Chelsea had already made up her mind - she was not going to take her pill in the morning - and that would make pregnancy much more likely.



Sisters' Misters Ch. 04



Mom's Attitude Adjustment 

Three weeks had passed since 18-year-old college freshman Chelsea visited her 22-year-old sister Jennifer and at the new apartment Jen shared with her black live-in boyfriend Jamal. Jennifer and Chelsea's mother, Katie, called Jen to see if she and her husband, Bill, could pay them a visit too. They lived four hours away. 

Katie told Jennifer that Chelsea had raved about her recent visit, saying she had the "time of her life." Of course, Katie didn't know that Jennifer had set Chelsea up with Scoot, a virile young black guy who fucked her silly. Jennifer immediately said her mom and dad were always welcome to visit. Katie and Bill would arrive Thursday afternoon, since they both had that day off, and they would catch up with Jennifer after she got home from her teaching job. Friday they could stay at the apartment or maybe look around town until Jen and Jamal got home from work. 

On Wednesday, Katie called Jen to say that Bill wanted to beg off because he had too much to do. 

"Your father says he's too busy but I'm sure he'll find time for golf," Katie told Jennifer on the phone, obviously perturbed. "Well, if it's okay with you two I'll just come alone." 

Jen was disappointed that her dad wouldn't be coming but she said it would be fine for Katie to come by herself. 

On Thursday, Katie made the drive and arrived at about 4 pm, shortly after Jennifer got home. Jen showed her mother the apartment, which Katie thought was very nice, and the two sat down at the kitchen table to catch up. 

Katie got a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator and brought two glasses to the table. 

"You know your father doesn't really approve of drinking so we don't keep wine in the house, but I'll have half-a-glass, thank you," Katie said, adding, "you're certainly all grown up now, serving wine to your mom in your very own apartment." 

After about 30 minutes, and a refill of the wine glasses, Katie brought up the subject of Jennifer's mate, Jamal, whom she hadn't met yet. 

"Your father and I were a little surprised, you know, that you moved in with a black fellow," Katie said. 

"Well, I love Jamal and I think you will too. He's handsome, smart, ambitious, great with kids, and he's really good in bed!" Jennifer said giggling, just to get a rise out of her mom. 

"You had so many nice white boyfriends in high school and college, dear, and I'm surprised that you couldn't find someone like that to settle down with," Katie said condescendingly. 

"I didn't want someone like that!" Jennifer said, raising her voice a bit. "What's the matter with me loving a black man?! I didn't know you were so prejudiced, Mom." 

"I'm certainly not prejudiced," Katie protested, "but it seems to me that it's always a lot easier for everyone to stick to their own kind." 

"Well you sure sound prejudiced to me!" Jennifer shot back, "You probably never dated a black boy!" 

"You know I didn't, Jennifer," Katie said. Feeling a little loose from the wine, Katie went on to say, "Your father is really the only guy I've ever been with. We've never talked about it, but you're 22 years old and we've been married 22 years with our anniversary six months before your birthday. You no-doubt figured this out a long time ago; I got pregnant at 18 and had you - the most wonderful daughter in the world. Then four years later we had Chelsea, another wonderful girl. I would like for you to be with someone as nice as your father." 

"You mean someone as white as my father!" Jennifer said angrily. "I think we better change the subject, Mom." Jennifer then polished off the wine bottle by filling both of their glasses to the rim. 

"I think you're right, Jen," Katie said. A few moments later she asked, "Is that a tattoo on your ankle?" 

Jennifer thought to herself that her Queen of Spades tattoo was not likely to change the subject but she tried to sound chipper and said, "Yes. Do you like it? I got it a few weeks ago." 

"Your little sister, Chelsea, wanted to get a butterfly tattooed on her shoulder last year, but I wouldn't allow it," Katie said. "Your tattoo looks like a spade symbol. What's it supposed to mean, anything special?" 

"Yes mother," Jennifer answered, now a bit aggravated, "It's a Queen of Spades and it represents my love for Jamal!" 

"Oh," Katie said, "Queen of Spades. I get it. Okay. To each his own. Do you know whether Chelsea has any tattoos? I halfway expect her to get one now that she's 18 and away from home. 

"Uh, yes, she has one. It's small," Jennifer answered. 

"Probably a butterfly, right?" Katie asked. 

"No, Mom," Jen answered. "Not a butterfly. You should really talk to her about it." 

"Well, you can tell me," Katie persisted, "I'm not a prude you know. I know that lots of girls have tattoos nowadays, so what on earth did Chelsea get?" 

"You really need to talk to her about it," Jen said. 

"Well, just tell me that she didn't get a Queen of Spades," Katie said with a chuckle. 

"Talk to Chelsea, mother!" Jennifer said, gritting her teeth. 

"Oh my god!" Katie exclaimed, "Don't tell me! She did?! Tell me she didn't! Why would my baby want something like that? What are people going to think? Please don't tell me that Chelsea likes black boys too!" 

"Well, what if sweet little Chelsea does like black boys?!" Jennifer almost screamed. "There is nothing wrong with her liking blacks!" 

"Yes, there is!" Katie hollered. "I can't believe it! All of my grandchildren will be Mulatto!" 

Katie then started to cry and rushed off to the bathroom to wipe her tears. 

Jennifer picked up her iPhone, sending a text to Jamal that read : Mom needs attitude adjustment. Call your friend Trey ASAP. 

After she hit the "send" button, Jennifer felt a twinge of guilt, but then told herself that Trey would give her mother a new perspective on black-white relations, and at the end of the day, her mom would really enjoy getting to know Trey. 

Jamal's friend Trey was a big man with a deep ebony complexion, in his mid-thirties, possessing an engaging smile and a personality to match. He was the top salesman at a Cadillac dealership. Trey's hobby was seducing and then fucking women, especially middle-aged white ones. He prided himself on his ability to literally charm the pants off any woman regardless of her age, race or sexual orientation. 

After Katie composed herself in the bathroom she returned to the kitchen and apologized to Jennifer, saying she never meant to insult her and only wanted the best for her and Chelsea, adding that she loved them both more than anything in the world. 

When Jamal arrived home Katie embraced him warmly and did her best to be friendly toward him, though in her mind she still couldn't see why her gorgeous, blond haired daughter would choose him over all the other white guys she could have. 

Jennifer fixed dinner and she and Jamal chatted with Katie and glanced at television for a few hours before Jen announced that it was bedtime for working teachers. 

Jennifer made up the sofa-bed in their second bedroom for her mom. If Mom only knew, Jen thought to herself, that Chelsea had repeatedly fucked Scoot in that same bed. 

The next morning, Katie heard Jennifer and Jamal getting ready for work and she shuffled into the kitchen to see them before they left. 

Jen poured her mother a cup of coffee, then left the kitchen and returned with a fishing rod, which she stood up in the corner. 

"I hate to impose, Mom," Jennifer began, "But Jamal's friend Trey asked to borrow his fishing pole. He's going to drop by and pick it up." 

"Oh, that's no problem, dear," Katie said, "I'm just going to hang around and do some reading. I'll give the pole to Trey." 

Jennifer and Jamal left for work and Katie decided she better get dressed, in case Trey came by early. 

There was a knock on the front door at about 9:30. Katie looked out the peephole, saw a large black man, and assumed it must be Trey. She opened the door. 

"Good morning," Trey said with a smile. "I'm Trey. Jamal is loaning me some fishing tackle." Katie immediately noticed that Trey was wearing a cologne that made him smell real nice. Her husband Bill didn't care how he smelled. 

Allowing him in, Katie was cordial. "I'm Jennifer's mother, Katherine. Everyone calls me Katie. Nice to meet you." 

"You look like a Katherine," Trey said, "in fact, you look like that Katherine Heigl, the movie star, except you might be a little prettier. I bet you've heard that before." 

Katie couldn't help but blush. "Well, once or twice. Thank you for the compliment." 

"Do I smell coffee," Trey asked. "I'm haven't had any today. Could I trouble you for a cup?" 

"Oh, no trouble at all," Katie said, thinking to herself that Trey should have stopped at Starbucks. 

Katie set Trey's cup at the far end of the small table and sat down with her own half-cup of lukewarm coffee. Trey picked up his cup and sat in a chair much closer to Katie than she had intended. 

"You have such small hands," Trey said to Katie. "Just look at these big old mitts of mine!" With that, Trey reached over the table top and took Katie's hand in his. 

Katie immediately recoiled, pulling her hand away. Trey left his hand where it was, palm up on the table. 

"I'm sorry, Katie," Trey said. "Did my big old hand scare you?" 

"No," Katie said, "It's just that I'm a married woman and I don't hold hands with other men." 

"It's not because I'm black?" Trey asked. 

"No, not at all," Katie insisted, "Some of my best friends are African-American (which was not true), but I don't hold hands with the male ones. 

"Well, I'm going to double-dog-dare you to reach out and touch my hand just to show me that you don't hate me," Trey said, employing some of his best tried-and-true techniques. 

Katie apprehensively extended her hand and rested it on top of Trey's. Trey gently wrapped his fingers around it. Katie wanted to pull away again but left her hand in contact with Trey's to prove that she had nothing against him. 

Trey looked Katie in the eyes and smiled, causing her to smile too. He said, "Well you've proven that you don't mind touching a black guy, but I bet you've never kissed one." 

"No, I have not and I'm not going to," Katie said, still smiling because Trey kept beaming his infectious smile at her. 

"Just one little kiss," Trey said as he moved his face closer to Katie's. 

It had been over 22 years since anyone other than her husband asked her for a kiss, and she had never been asked by a black man. Katie tried to act nonchalant but her heart was racing with excitement. One little kiss wouldn't hurt, she told herself. 

With her eyes wide open, Katie quickly jerked her head forward and gave Trey a fast peck on his lips. Even though it only lasted a half-second, the kiss felt amazing to Katie. It was so naughty and so wrong, but it had been so long since she had been approached like this. 

"Let's do it again," Trey said softly. 

Katie moved her head in slowly this time, and when their lips met, she closed her eyes and held the kiss for a few seconds. She could feel Trey's coarse whiskers rubbing against her face and it felt so masculine to her. Her husband, Bill, had very little facial hair and his face was almost as smooth as hers. 

"This is wrong," Katie said. 

"It doesn't feel wrong, does it Katie?" Trey then moved toward Katie's face and she met him more than half-way. They touched their lips together, then opened their mouths and began to kiss passionately. Trey poked his tongue into Katie's mouth, and when she extended her tongue to meet his Trey knew that he had scored another victory. Katie would be spreading her legs for him very soon. 

Meanwhile, at the school where she taught, Jennifer ran into the assistant principal who was her boss. Jen told the A.P. that her mother was visiting. The A.P. said there was an unassigned substitute teacher on campus and suggested that Jennifer let the sub take her class so she could go home and spend more time with her mom. Jen thanked her boss and left to drive home. 

Katie and Trey continued their make-out session in the kitchen chairs, kissing non-stop, plastering their lips together, tangling their tongues and quietly moaning in unison. 

Trey placed a hand over Katie's breast. She instinctively reached and removed it. Trey repeated the move and Katie did nothing to dissuade him. She had conceded to herself that she wanted him to fondle her, and more. 

"Let's take off your blouse," Trey whispered as he began to unfasten her buttons, starting at the bottom of the garment. Katie started undoing the buttons at the top. When her blouse was wide open Trey eased it off her shoulders. Trey looked at Katie and smiled, signaling her to remove her bra. Katie reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, then allowed it to fall free. 

Katie sat there for a moment with both her breasts exposed and available. Trey said, "I love the tan lines that white women have." With one finger of each hand, he traced the tan lines down her shoulders and around her tits, meeting in the center below her boobs. 

"It's like someone took a highlighter pen and traced your most beautiful parts," Trey whispered. He then took a breast in each hand and massaged them masterfully, then he moved his mouth to Katie's nipples, one and then the other, causing her to moan loudly. After some time, Trey released the boobs and stood up. He pulled down his pants and allowed his 10-inch cock to hang in front of Katie's face. She gasped at the sight of the biggest, blackest penis she had ever laid eyes on. 

"Go ahead and touch it," Trey said. 

Katie was a bit awe-struck, but she said, "No. I shouldn't. I'm thinking of my husband." 

"Your husband isn't here, is he?" Trey answered with a small smile. 

Katie thought to herself that no, her husband wasn't there, and he should have been. If he had made the trip to Jen's place, instead of canceling to do who-knows-what, she wouldn't be staring at a black man's cock. She opted to proceed, partly out of spite. 

Katie reached out and touched Trey's cock. Her fingertips sensed power. She took hold of it. She released her grip and began to stroke it slowly. Trey put his hand behind her head, gently grasped a bunch of her blond hair, and pulled her face to touch the cock. Katie smelled it and loved the scent. She brought her lips in to kiss it, then to lick it, and finally to pull it into her mouth. 

"Mmm, Mmm, Mmm," Katie uttered as she tried to take in as much of Trey's dick as she could, moving back and forth. Trey pulled his cock away from Katie's face and signaled for her to stand up. 

"Take your pants off, Katie," Trey softly commanded. 

Katie did as directed and dropped her shorts, and then her panties, on the floor. She stood there, naked and vulnerable, but willing. Her vagina was ringed by a large mound of pubic hair. Trey took her in his arms and picked her up, as if she were weightless. As he carried her to the second bedroom, he said, "I need you to shave your pussy before we fuck again. It's much better when it's smooth." Katie smiled and nodded her head, but thought to herself it was odd that Trey was planning their next intercourse before they'd even fucked for the first time. 

Trey placed Katie on the bed with her head on the pillows. On her back, Katie moved her legs far apart, inviting Trey to invade her with his rock hard cock. 

Trey asked, "Do you want me to fuck you?" 

Katie answered, "Of course I do." 

"Tell me what you want me to do," Trey said. 

"I want you to fuck me with your big black cock," she said, but then she panicked. "But I'm not on birth control. My husband had a vasectomy after our daughter, Chelsea, was born. You'll need to use a condom." 

"I don't have a condom. I don't wear condoms," Trey informed her. "Do you still want me to fuck you?" 

"Yes!" Katie pleaded. "I need you to fuck me! Promise me that you'll pull out before you cum inside me." 

"I will do whatever you want, Katie," Trey stated, asking again, "Now, do you want me to fuck you?" 

"Yes, yes! Fuck me, Trey! Just don't cum in me, please!," Katie pleaded. 

Trey moved into positon between Katie's legs and eased his cock into her pussy. Katie watched him enter her and moaned. Trey pushed in further and Katie gasped. 

"You're too big!" Katie screamed. "Oh my god, I've never felt anything like you, Trey! Katie pushed her cunt against the big cock, driving it deeper into her. "Oh, yes! Oh fuck me with your big black cock!" 

Outside the apartment building, Jennifer arrived and saw Trey's red Escalade parked in a guest spot. 

Jen said to herself, "It looks like Trey made it here. I wonder how it's going with Mom? I think I'll sneak a peek." 

Jennifer approached her front door, quietly unlocked and opened it and peered inside. She immediately noticed a blouse and bra on the floor along with a pair of men's pants. Then she heard her mother moaning and saying "fuck me with your big black cock!" 

Jen was thrilled! She pulled out her iPhone, switched the camera to video mode, and tiptoed toward the noise. Stopping short of the bedroom where her mother was fucking, Jennifer held the iPhone out a few inches and pointed it toward the sofa-bed. Jen pushed the record button and shot video for about a minute, her hand shaking but still capturing the action. Fearing she'd get caught, Jen silently backtracked from the doorway and out of the apartment. 

Jennifer hurried to her car and moved it to an apartment building across the road where she could wait and watch for Trey to leave. While she waited, Jennifer repeatedly replayed the video she just shot. It was almost unreal, seeing her mother fucking a big black cock and obviously enjoying every second of it! 

Back in the bedroom, Trey had managed to fully enter Katie, who was experiencing orgasms one after the other. Katie and her new lover were moving in rhythm when suddenly Trey pulled out. 

"What are you doing, sweetheart?" Katie shouted. "Put it back!" Katie grabbed at Trey's cock with her hand and scooted her ass toward it, desperately trying to reinsert it in her hungry pussy. 

"I'm gonna cum soon," Trey panted. 

"I don't care!" Katie shouted. "Put it back inside me! Please, Trey, please!" 

"You want me to cum inside you, baby?" Trey panted. 

"Yes! Yes! I want to feel you cum inside me! Just don't stop fucking me!" 

Trey pushed his cock deep into Katie. 

"Ahh, yes!" Katie grunted. "Don't ever take your cock out of me again!" 

Trey pounded Katie harder and harder, causing her to squeal and scream out loud. Then, Trey said, "I'm cumming Katie!" With a series of grunts and roars, he blasted her pussy with a current of cum. 

Katie shouted, "Oh god, I feel it. It's flooding me! Oh it feels so good!" 

Katie and Trey stayed linked to one another and gradually slowed their motion. Katie smiled and kissed Trey on the mouth, telling him that she never knew sex could be so good. Trey stayed with her for a few minutes, then got up and headed toward the kitchen to retrieve his clothes. Katie stayed in the bed. She discovered that she could easily put four fingers into her enlarged cunt. Her fingers felt slimy, soaked by the huge load of cum that Trey had deposited. 

Katie removed her hand from her vagina and closely examined the semen clinging to her fingers, marveling at how it looked and felt exactly like her husband's, but she knew its DNA was very different. Any egg that it fertilized was destined to produce a baby with Negro features and very dark skin. Also, her husband's cum was sterile and she had to assume that Trey's was not. 

Trey came back to Katie to kiss her goodbye. 

Katie said desperately, "Trey, sweetheart, I have to see you again. I have to fuck you again!" 




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"I had a feeling that you'd say that," Trey said, adding, "You were fucking fantastic, Katie (which made her smile). You know you're hooked now. You're addicted. You're going to want to have a big black cock filling your nice white pussy every chance you get from now on. 

Katie nodded her head, accepting her fate. 

Trey came up with a plan, saying, "If you want, I'll come back at about 7 o'clock tonight. We'll tell Jennifer and Jamal that I'm going to show you around town, then we'll go to my place and I'll fuck you even harder!" 

"Oh yes, I love that idea!" Katie said. "I'll be ready at 7. I feel like a teenager going on her first date! I can't wait to feel your cock again, honey. See you tonight!" 

With that, Trey left the apartment. Jennifer saw Trey drive away and waited about 10 minutes before heading back across the street to her home. 

Jennifer entered the apartment and shouted, "Hey Mom, it's me. My boss let me off early." 

Katie strolled out of the guest bedroom, carrying a book and said, "That's nice dear. I was relaxing and reading and must have dozed off. Now we can spend the afternoon together." 

Jennifer pointed at the fishing rod, still standing in the corner, and said, "Trey didn't come by yet?" 

Katie thought fast and said, "He was here but I guess he forgot what he came for. He's a very nice man. We had a cup of coffee and talked. Trey volunteered to come by at 7 o'clock tonight to show me around town for a while. I hope that won't spoil any plans." 

"Is Trey going to show you his bed?" Jennifer asked with a big grin. 

Katie put on her best stern look and asked, "Now why would you say such a thing?" 

Jennifer, smiling ear to ear, approached her mother and said, "Mom, let me show you my new video!" 

Jennifer held the phone in front of Katie's face and pushed play. At first, Katie didn't understand why her daughter was showing her a shaky pornographic movie, then after about 10 seconds, she realized the woman being fucked by the black man was her! Katie gasped and covered her mouth, then said, "Jennifer! You shouldn't have! When did you do this? Why did you do this?!" 

Katie burst into tears. 

Jennifer tried to embrace her hysterical mother, but Katie pulled away and turned her back. 

"Mom, it's okay," Jennifer said softly. "You couldn't help yourself. You were starved for attention and Trey's big black cock was irresistible. This just proves that you're no worse than I am. I'm no better than you are. We're no different than Chelsea!" 

"Please Jennifer," Katie pleaded, "Don't tell your father!" I wish I hadn't done it!" Katie sobbed for a minute, then started to recover her composure. 

"You know, Jennifer, the real truth is, I'm not sorry I did it," Katie continued, "I would do it again. I'm going to do it again!" 

"You're going to do it again, Mom?" Jennifer asked. 

"Yes," Katie said, breaking into a small smile as she dabbed her tears. "I just love the way he fucked me!" 

Jennifer was surprised by her mother's candor, and her language. She started laughing and Katie joined in. 

"You set me up, didn't you, you sneaky little pain in the ass!" Katie said, grinning. 

"No, I wouldn't say I 'set you up'", Jennifer said, grinning. "I just arranged an opportunity for you and you took full advantage of it!" 

"Well, when Trey picks me up tonight we're going to go to his place and he's going to fuck me and I'm happy about it!" 

"And I'm happy for you, Mom!" Jen said. "I'll bet you're getting horny!" 

"That's true," Katie said, "and I haven't been horny in a long, long time." 

"I need to ask a favor," Katie said, "Trey wants me to shave my pussy before he fucks me again, so can I borrow a razor, dear?" 

Jennifer said, "Of course, anything to help!" and went to her bathroom, returning with a disposable razor, shaving cream and scissors. 

Taking the items from Jennifer, Katie said "I don't how I'll explain my pussy's new look to your father, but then again, he'll probably never notice." 

When Jamal got home that afternoon Jennifer followed him into their bedroom as he changed clothes and told him everything. Jamal found it all quite amusing. 

At 6 o'clock, Katie started getting ready for her 7 p.m. date with Trey. 

Katie had only packed one simple dress, in case she went out to dinner with Jennifer and Jamal. She hoped that Trey would like it. 

She slipped the dress on and thought it looked presentable, but she was bothered by the panty line visible when she bent over in front of the mirror. She pulled her panties off and thought it looked much better that way. She had never gone out in public without panties, but this would be a night for firsts, so she decided to go bare-bottom, feeling very daring and naughty. 

After doing the best she could with the little bit of makeup that she had, she brushed her blond hair and went to the living room to wait for Trey along with Jennifer and Jamal. 

"Mom, you look great!" Jennifer said. 

"Yes, very sexy!" Jamal added. 

"Really?" Katie asked, "I wish I had something a little nicer but this is the best I can do." 

"You look fine," Jennifer assured her mother, "Besides, Trey wouldn't care if you wore nothing at all. In fact, he'd probably like you better that way!" 

"You know, I'm nervous enough," Katie said. "I shouldn't be doing this at all and you two aren't making it any easier." 

Just then there was a knock on the door. Jamal answered it and invited Trey in. 

"Hello again, Katie," Trey began, "you certainly look very nice tonight." Trey then walked over to Katie, who was standing near the couch, and gave her a peck on the cheek. 

"Wow, that's not much of a greeting for such good friends," Jamal said with a smile. 

"Well, we just met this morning," Trey said. 

"Yeah, but it was quite a meeting!" Jen added, smiling and winking her eye. 

"I'm not sure what you mean," Trey said incredulously. 

"They know," Katie said, blushing just a bit. 

"Know what?" Trey asked. 

"They know we had sex today," Katie informed him. "Jennifer got off work early and walked in when we were in the guestroom." 

"Holy shit!" Trey exclaimed before he started chuckling. "Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag!" 

"You mean the pussy's out of the bag!" Jamal quipped, causing everyone to laugh, breaking the tension in the room. 

"Well then, I can say hello properly," Trey said, throwing his arms around Katie and planting a big kiss on her lips. 

Embracing Trey at that point, Katie looked him in the face and said, "Jen got us on video." 

"No shit!" Trey declared, "On video? Let me see it!" 

"No," Katie said, "this is embarrassing enough. We don't need a replay." 

"I want to see it, baby," Trey said to Katie. Jennifer already had her iPhone in hand and was queuing it up. 

Jen pushed the play button and held the phone sideways so Trey and Katie could both see the small screen. With the speaker up loud, everyone could hear Katie pleading for Trey to fuck her harder in her white pussy. 

"Wooo hooo!" Trey shouted as he stared at the action, "You are really taking it, Katie!" 

"Well now everyone knows our little secret," Katie said, "and we have to keep it a secret, although I'm glad we don't have to keep up any charades tonight." Katie then leaned into Trey and gave him another kiss on the lips. 

Still holding Trey, Katie turned to look at Jennifer and said, "I'm sorry dear. Does it bother you to see me kissing someone other than your father? If it does, I'll try to control myself, but I don't know if I can control Trey!" Trey was grabbing Katie's boobs and nibbling at her ears as she tried to have the conversation with her daughter. 

"No, Mom, it's fine," Jen said, "in fact, it's pretty hot. Seeing you getting felt up by a handsome black stud is kind of surreal. But whatever you do, don't stop on my account! 

Trey and Katie stood there, kissing and caressing each other. Trey reached his arms behind Katie and squeezed her ass cheeks through her dress, noticing that she did not have any underwear on. 

"No panties. I like that!" Trey chuckled. Then he stepped back and lifted Katie's dress up high to see if she shaved her pussy. 

Seeing Katie's baby-smooth cunt, Trey said, "Now that's the way I like it!" He put his hand on Katie's pussy and said, "Oh yeah!" 

Katie pulled her dress back down and said, "Trey please, not in front of my daughter!" 

Jennifer busted out laughing and said, "It's okay Mom, really!" 

Katie kissed and hugged Jennifer, who took it as a "thank you", and strolled out the apartment hand-in-hand with Trey. After they climbed into Trey's Escalade, Katie asked Trey if he lived far from there. She was eager to crawl into his bed. 

"I've got a townhouse not too far from here," Trey said. "But first I'm going to take you to the club and show you off to my home boys. You look so beautiful tonight." 

Katie blushed and smiled. 

The club was a black nightclub. As they entered the cavernous and dimly lit lounge, Trey had his arm around Katie's trim waist. There were dozens of black men inside, along with a lot of black women and a few white ladies. Katie was, by far, the best looking female in the place. A number of guys whistled and hooted and several greeted Trey by name and gave him high-fives. They passed a black man sitting at a table, making out with a young white woman, who smiled and winked at Katie. Katie responded by giving her a little wave of her hand. Katie thought the woman's gesture probably meant "welcome to the club." 

Trey led Katie to the dance floor. She hadn't danced much during all her years with Bill, and she normally hated urban hip-hop music, but it sounded really good to her that night. Trey was an excellent dancer and Katie tried to mimic his moves, doing quite well at it. During one dance, some guy squeezed her ass. Trey saw it and laughed, so Katie figured the guy must have known Trey. 

Katie and Trey retreated to a table in the far corner. Katie told Trey she didn't drink much but she ordered a Pina Colada. She sipped the sweet and tasty drink very quickly and the server immediately brought her another. Under the table, draped with a large tablecloth, Katie slipped her hand onto Trey's lap and began stroking his cock, which responded by becoming erect and pressing at his pants. Trey discreetly unzipped his trousers and opened his belt, allowing his cock to be somewhat secretly exposed. Then he took Katie's hand and brought her out of her seat and onto his lap. 

Katie and Trey started kissing passionately and Katie hiked up the front of her dress so that Trey could poke his cock into her pussy. They both tried to contain any outward signs of pleasure as he fucked her right there. They moved in time with the pounding beat, but to people nearby, it was pretty obvious what they were doing. Katie was in ecstasy! She had never done anything so daring, nasty and brazen in her life, and her pussy loved it! She buried her face in Trey's shoulder every time she came, her flowing blond hair helping to hide her facial expressions. Trey started moaning as quietly as possible and the chair they shared rocked a bit as he climaxed and filled her pussy with his cum. After some afterglow kisses, Trey eased Katie off his lap and back to her own chair, then used a cloth napkin to clean his cock under table. He passed the napkin to Katie, who took another sip of her drink and then reached up under her dress to wipe the globs of cum oozing out of her pussy. 

After a couple more drinks and dances, Trey led Katie out of the club and back to his Caddy to drive to his townhouse. 

As soon as Trey closed the front door behind them, Katie started stripping out of her clothes. Trey laughed and he said she was one horny bitch, which Katie took as a compliment. Within minutes, the couple had made it to Trey's bed and were once again rutting like animals. After Katie took another large dose of cum in her cunt she went to get her cellphone from her purse. 

Katie sent Jennifer a text message: Staying at Trey's tonight ;-) 

Then Katie decided to send another text: Am I too old for a tattoo?! 

Katie woke in the morning in Trey's bed and in his arms. She thought for a moment she was dreaming, then realized it was real. She began to run her hand over Trey's dark skin, admiring it, and he began to stir. Within minutes they were fucking again. After Trey dumped another load of cum in Katie's pussy he said he had to go in to work for a few hours because a rich bitch was coming in to buy a Cadillac and he had to close the deal. Trey said he would drop Katie off at Jennifer's place and promised to make it up to her that night by fucking her in ways she never thought of. 

After Katie was dropped off at Jennifer's apartment, the mother and daughter started chatting. Katie once again surprised Jennifer by speaking so freely and sometimes using words like "fuck" and "pussy". 

"So, how was your night with Trey," Jennifer asked Katie, smiling. "I see you picked up a few battle scars," referring to a burgeoning hickey on Katie's neck and red marks on her chest above her bust line. 

"Well, it was nothing short of amazing," Katie gushed. "We made love off and on all night long. Trey has so much stamina and is so - I don't know what to call it - skilled? I can't believe I'm telling you this, but I climaxed more last night than I have in the past five years with your father." 

"Trey's cock is really, really big. I never knew they got that big. And it's really black too. I just stare at it when he pushes it into me." 

"So what about you and Daddy?" Katie inquired, adding, "I guess your sex life has been pretty routine." 

"It's been pretty non-existent, really," Katie said. "Once in a while. He's not in the mood much. I think he's more into porno than he's into me. He was on the computer a couple weeks ago and I snuck up behind him to surprise him. He was watching a video of a black man screwing a white woman. I thought maybe he was trying to picture you and Jamal, or something." 

Jennifer told her mom, "It sounds like Daddy might have an interracial sex fetish. That's pretty common, mostly men but a lot of women too. There are thousands of stories, photos and videos on the internet." 

"Well maybe that's it," Katie said, sighing, and then laughing. 

"What's so funny?" Jennifer asked. 

"He might be into watching interracial sex," Katie said with a grin, "But I'm into having interracial sex! In fact, Jennifer, I'm addicted already. I see now what got into you and Chelsea." 

"Yeah, a big black cock got into us both!" Jennifer said, causing them both to laugh. 

"Well, since you can't fuck Trey this afternoon," Jennifer began, "what would you like to do? Go shopping? See a movie?" 

"Well, I was thinking about that tattoo idea," Katie said sheepishly. "Does it hurt much?" 

"Yes, it hurts quite a bit, but it's not all that bad," Jennifer answered. "I thought you were just kidding when you texted about it. You sure didn't like the idea that Chelsea had a Queen of Spades like mine, and now you really want one too?" 

"I'm a different person today," Katie said with a grin. "I feel like I want to do something to declare the change. Plus, it'll be something special that I have in common with you and Chelsea, besides the whole big black cock thing! And just think, it'll make a nice souvenir of our weekend that I can take home." 

Jennifer didn't say anything out loud, but she thought to herself "I sure hope Mom is taking some precautions or she'll be taking home a souvenir in her uterus!" 

After a 20 minute drive, and 30 minutes in the tattoo parlor, Katie had a Queen of Spades tattoo permanently inked in the area just above her left ankle. She was marked for life now, just like her Jennifer and Chelsea. 

A few minutes later, Jennifer came up with a devilish plan. 

"Let's take a close-up picture of our tattoos together and I'll text it to Chelsea with 'Guess Who?' in the subject line!" 

"Oh, yes!" Katie said enthusiastically. "Chelsea knows I'm staying with you but she'll go nuts wondering who else might have gotten the same tattoo! Let's do it!" 

On their way back to Jennifer's place, she and Katie decided to stop at the supermarket to buy the ingredients for a romantic, candle-lit celebration dinner. 

When Trey arrived that evening, Katie greeted him with a glass of wine, wearing one of Jennifer's prettiest negligees. Trey immediately noticed Katie's new tattoo and absolutely loved it, telling her it made her even more beautiful. Katie blushed and smiled. 

Jennifer wore a sexy nightgown for Jamal as well. The two couples enjoyed the food and lots of wine. Katie told Trey he had two choices for dessert: key lime pie or her. Trey said the options sounded delicious and he was going to eat them both! 

After dinner they moved to the big couch. Trey was ready to fuck Katie then and there, but she led him to the guest room for some privacy. Katie had loved fucking Trey in the back of the nightclub with 100 people around but she wasn't ready to fuck in front of her daughter - at least not yet, even though Jen had already seen her mom humping Trey when she caught her on the video. 

The sex was everything Trey had promised as he introduced Katie to fucking positons she had never imagined. 

Trey spent the night with Katie in the guest room. In the morning, they fucked almost from the minute they opened their eyes. As the noon hour approached, Jennifer prepared a bacon and egg brunch. The meal was punctuated by frequent kissing breaks and other loving gestures, then it came time for Katie to leave and drive home. 

Kissing Trey goodbye, Katie had one hand on his arm and the other down his pants. Then, after sharing big hugs and many thanks with Jennifer and Jamal, Katie went to her car and drove away. 

As she headed home, Katie was a new woman with a different perspective and a changed attitude, possessing a hickey on her neck, bruises and bite marks on her boobs, a shaved pussy, a new tattoo and millions of black sperm wiggling around deep inside her body.



Sisters' Misters Ch. 05



Mom's Surprise for Dad

After fucking Trey one last time, Katie passionately kissed her new lover and said goodbye, promising that she would be back for more as soon as possible.

On the four-hour drive home Katie had plenty of time to think. She thought about how her new black cock obsession was sort of like her friend's religious rebirth. Her friend had a profound religious experience and was "born again." After that, the woman couldn't stop waving her arms in the air, professing her faith and trying to get everyone to go to her church with her.

Katie thought about which of her friends she could confide in, and which ones were likely candidates for black fucking. She relished the thought of turning a couple of them into black cock sluts! Wouldn't it be great to see them get pregnant with black babies!

Katie thought about how she would handle her husband, Bill. She made up her mind that she wasn't going to sneak around behind his back, fucking black guys in motels or her place while Bill was golfing or working. She would tell him tonight. If he had an interracial sex fetish, as Jennifer suggested, he might actually be receptive to the idea. It would be nice if they could continue their mundane but comfortable married life while she fucked black cocks a few times a month, or whatever. If Bill had a problem with her fucking around they would just have to make some serious life changes.

When Katie arrived home she found Bill in his recliner, watching golf on television. She gave him a quick hello kiss, then she put her left foot in his lap and said "look what I got when I was out with Jennifer! It's a tattoo - my good luck charm!"

Bill saw the tattoo and immediately recognized it from his many hours of perusing interracial porn as a Queen of Spades.

"So that's a good luck charm, you say," Bill said, "well I'm a little surprised that you would get tattooed at your age, but I'm glad you're happy with it."

"Oh, I'm very happy with it!" Katie said, grinning. "I think it looks just great on me. I hope everyone sees it! I've never been happier about anything!"

Bill thought to himself that Katie won't be so darned happy if she ever learns that the Queen of Spades signifies a white woman who likes to fuck big black cock. She'll want to get it removed, or at least cover it with something else. Bill also decided that he was going to scold Jennifer for playing such a mean trick on her mother.

Katie then headed for the bathroom. As she sat on the toilet seat Katie noticed that the panties at her feet were soaking wet with Trey's cum, which had been oozing out of her pussy during her drive home.

She picked up the panties and sniffed them deeply, taking in the scent of Trey's cum and the smell of their sex. She licked the underwear, reminding herself of what his cock tasted like in her mouth. She wanted to remember the taste and the smell to hold her over until she could fuck him again. After peeing, Katie sadly tossed the soiled panties in the hamper and put on a clean pair.

Katie rejoined Bill in the living room, and after the golf match ended, they talked more than usual as she gave him a full report on her visit with Jennifer and Jamal, leaving out the part about getting fucked repeatedly. Bill was glad that Katie was no longer mad at him for not going. In fact, she seemed to be in a great mood and went on and on about what a nice guy Jamal was and how handsome he was and how happy they were. Bill was a little surprised by Katie's turnabout in attitude because she had never seemed to like the idea of her daughter living with a black man.

Later that evening, after watching some TV, Bill said he was going to go to bed. He always went to bed fairly early, unless he was on the computer (probably looking at porn). Katie announced that she was ready to turn in too. 

Bill climbed into bed in his boxer shorts and Katie slipped on a nightgown, changing in front of Bill and hoping that he would see her freshly shaved pussy and her battered boobs. Bill overlooked Katie's tits but did notice her smooth pussy and what looked like a hickey on her neck. 

"What happened to your neck? And did you shave your vagina?" Bill asked in shock.

"Oh, it's nothing," she answered, referring to her neck. "And yes, I shaved it. Everyone shaves now and it's better than having a big old-fashioned bush between your legs. I really love it this way, don't you?"

"Well, it does make you look younger, in a way," Bill mentioned while turning on the nightstand light to do some reading

Katie thought to herself "my husband is an oblivious moron," then she turned toward him and put her hand on his flaccid four inch cock.

"I'm not really in the mood, honey," Bill said quietly.

"Just lie there," Katie said quietly, "I missed you and want to talk to you," not really being honest about missing him.

Bill tolerated Katie's hand resting on his penis. Katie began to move her fingers back and forth very slowly.

"Jennifer is real happy with Jamal," Katie said, "because she loves him so much and because he has a big black cock."

Bill's dick began to twitch. He was surprised to hear Katie talk that way but he liked what he was hearing.

"You know, Chelsea likes black guys too," Katie said.

"Little Chelsea?!" Bill exclaimed. "How do you know that? She's just a baby." Bill's small cock was quickly getting bigger as he formed a mental picture of his youngest child in the missionary position with a huge black guy on top of her.

"We just have to face it," Katie said, "both of our daughters like to fuck niggers."

"I'm surprised," Bill began, "and I'm surprised at you for talking that way."

"Oh, I'm full of surprises," Katie said, smiling and stroking Bill's cock a little more. 

Bill's cock was now fully erect as the interracial sex talk got him excited - as excited as he ever got.

"Sweetheart, I'm in the mood now," Bill said, lifting his butt off the bed and pulling off his boxer shorts. His penis was stiff, pointing at the ceiling.

Katie sat upright and pulled her nightgown off over her head.

Bill then saw Katie's boobs and said, "Your breasts are all bruised up."

"Yeah, I guess they are," was Katie's only response. She could tell from Bill's expression that he was beginning to wonder why his wife would have obvious bite marks and hickeys on her breasts.

Katie told Bill to lie on his back so she could be on top. She wanted him to see more of her black-and-blue boobs and neck. She also wanted to be in control so that Bill might last a bit longer than his usual "wham bam thank you ma'am." 

Katie straddled Bill and reached between her legs to plug his compact penis into her pussy. Bill noticed how Katie's cunt just swallowed his cock, as if the hole had grown larger. Unbeknownst to him, her pussy was still a bit stretched out after servicing Trey.

Slowly, Katie lifted and lowered herself on Bill, just once or twice, before pausing.

When Bill closed his eyes Katie said, "Look at me, honey. I want to talk to you while we fuck." 

A few moments later, Katie looked down at Bill's face and asked, "So, what do you think about our Jennifer and Chelsea fucking big black cocks?"

"Well, they're officially adults now, so I guess we can't stop them," Bill responded, "I guess I'm okay with it."

Katie gyrated slowly on Bill and said, "To tell you the truth, I just love the idea that Jen and Chelsea are both crawling into bed with black guys, getting their juicy young pussies fucked by big, black, nigger cocks. I really couldn't be happier for them. Right now I'm imagining that I'm fucking a big black cock!"

Bill got more aroused and started trying to fuck harder, but Katie put a hand on his chest and told him to slow down.

"Would you really like to screw a black dick?" Bill asked demurely.

"I think so," Katie began, adding, "no, I don't think so - I know so! Yes, I would love to fuck, and I mean really fuck, a big black cock!"

Katie continued with, "Billy, would you mind if I fucked a black man some time?"

Bill's head was spinning with this new information. He answered Katie, saying, "I guess it would be okay if you wanted to be with a black man. I might even want to watch you doing it some time."

Katie pumped Bill's cock a couple more times, then asked, "So, just to make sure we agree, you would have no problem with me fucking a black man?"

"Yes, I guess it would be okay with me," Bill said a bit sheepishly. "I would want to know, maybe before or after you do it. That way you wouldn't be cheating on me. Are you telling me that you're getting ready to fuck a black cock?"

"Honey, I'm telling you that I did," Katie said with a smile.

"You did?" Bill almost shouted. "You fucked a black guy? When?!"

Katie didn't answer immediately, but jacked herself a few more times on Bill's cock, enjoying the "shock and awe" expression on his face. Then she answered matter-of-factly, "This morning. Last night. Yesterday. One time in a nightclub. Seven times, altogether. I had to drive home or I would have fucked him some more. Well, you could say eight times if you want to count a blow job. He came in my mouth but not in my pussy, so I don't think that counts as fucking."

Bill began to thrust his cock into Katie as her words excited him even more than the most explicit porn video. 

"Did he ever cum in your pussy?" Bill asked.

"Oh yeah," Katie answered laughing, "He came in me a lot. I mean a whole lot! I told him at first that he had to pull out, since he doesn't believe in condoms, but once I took him bareback I couldn't let him go. I wanted him to stay in my pussy. It felt so good to feel his creamy cum shooting deep into my womb!"

With that, Bill shot his cum too. "Uh, uh, uh, ohhhh," Bill grunted as he blew the biggest load in a long time. 

Katie stayed on top of Bill after his orgasm, telling him more and more about Trey, whose name she began to mention, and giving Bill more details about her experience and her newfound sexual awakening. She said that Trey persuaded her to shave her pussy when they fucked the first time. She said Trey really liked her tits and he said she should get her nipples pierced with nipple rings. She said she was going to do it, for sure. She said she knew what the Queen of Spades tattoo meant when she got it, and Trey said it made her more beautiful. She told Bill that Jennifer and Chelsea both have the same Queen of Spades tattoo in the same location above their left ankles, because they love fucking big black cocks, just like her.

Bill asked Katie if she had any black guys in mind and whether she was in a hurry to find another partner.

Katie said, "The sooner, the better! I have never cheated on you, Bill, for the whole 22 years of our marriage, but I'll be damned if I'm not going to scratch this itch! I never knew sex could be so great! I don't have that many good years left, so I'm not going to waste any more time."

Katie continued, "There's a black guy at work who's been bumping into me and flirting for months. I should be able to fuck him this week. But, I promise you Bill, I won't fuck anyone behind your back. I'll tell you about them all, and I could show you their cum in my pussy, and you could eat it out of me if you'd like. That might be nice for both of us. I could even fuck some in front of you, if that would make you happy." 

"Of course, I'll be going to visit Jennifer and Jamal at least once a month, but I might not be sleeping at their place!" Katie said with a big grin on her glowing face.

Bill then spoke, "That's all well and good, honey, but I think you better see about some birth control. You should also see about that 'morning after pill' tomorrow. We don't want to see you pregnant with a black baby at our age."

Katie said, "Right. I'll probably run by Walgreens on my way to work."

Bill did not sense that birth control was much of a priority for Katie. In fact, she seemed pretty laissez-faire about the whole thing.



Sisters' Misters Ch. 06



Many months had passed since Jennifer introduced her kid sister, Chelsea, and then her mother, Katie, to the joy of big black cocks.

Eighteen-year-old Chelsea left the university and moved back home. She was continuing her education at a community college near her parents' place. Her mother and her father, Bill, had a good relationship that had evolved to now include Katie's black boyfriends. Chelsea also had black boys who frequently visited the house. In fact, the mother and daughter actually shared a couple of guys who were especially well endowed.

Jennifer was now six months pregnant with Jamal's baby. Jen and Jamal still weren't married but they planned to tie the knot sometime after their baby was born. They still enjoyed an active sex life despite Jen's condition. Jamal loved to suck on her now-enormous tits, telling Jen that he was getting them warmed up for the little one.

Katie and Chelsea were both thrilled when they got their invitation to Jennifer's baby shower. They went shopping together and picked out some nice gifts for their soon-to-be grandson and nephew. Jennifer had told everyone that she was going to have a boy.

On the morning of the shower, Katie and Chelsea hopped in the car and Bill drove the four-hour route to Jennifer's place. They wanted to arrive a couple of hours before the event so they could help with last minute preparations and decorations.

As Katie, Chelsea and Bill entered Jennifer and Jamal's apartment, they all shrieked a chorus of "look at you!" as they reacted to Jen's increasingly round shape and glowing complexion.

"You look great, Jen!" Chelsea said as she hugged her big sister and rubbed her hand on her bulbous belly.

"You do too, sis!" Jennifer exclaimed, patting Chelsea's sizable baby bump in turn. "Your boobs are getting as big as mine!"

Chelsea was flushed with pride.

"Doesn't she look cute in that maternity top?" Katie said, "I can't believe that both of my gorgeous daughters are going to be mommies!"

"And just look at you, Mom!" Jennifer said to Katie. "You are really starting to show too!" Katie was not quite as big as her girls, but she was definitely showing more every day.

Yes, Jennifer, Chelsea and Katie were all very pregnant. And they were each carrying a black baby.

Jennifer and Chelsea deduced that they both conceived the same weekend – the weekend that Chelsea visited Jen and was first introduced to big black cock, then decided to skip her birth control pills. While they were due to give birth within days of each other, Chelsea was not yet as big as her older sister, but she was getting there! Katie was impregnated several weeks later and was now displaying that "no doubt she's pregnant, not just fat" look.

Jennifer, Chelsea and Katie took a few minutes to sit on the couch to catch up. Their family resemblance was unmistakable with their pretty faces and their long blond hair, pulled back in matching ponytails. Each of their once-slender waists had now given way to protruding bulges. They couldn't resist admiring and touching each other's swelling tummies.

Jamal joked that Jennifer, Chelsea and Katie formed their own mountain range as they leaned back on the couch cushions, with one, two, three rising humps, all in a row.

"Well, here we are girls," Katie said. "You know, I can't believe that just a year ago Chelsea was a straight-A cheerleader in high school and I was worried about whether she might have sex with that nice white boy who took her to the prom. Now she's knocked up with a black baby. I'm knocked up with a black baby. And we're both still sluts, fucking black guys all the time – not that I'm complaining!" she laughed.

"Meanwhile Daddy is taking pictures of us fucking while he's jerking off!" Chelsea chuckled.

"What about me?" Jennifer said, "I'm knocked up with a black baby too!"

"You wanted to get pregnant," Chelsea said smiling, "and then you got Mom and me pregnant too!"

"I did not get you pregnant," Jen protested, "I just introduced you to a couple of black guys. You didn't have to fuck them!"

"Oh yes I did!" Chelsea and Katie both said together, causing everyone to laugh out loud.

Sitting side-by-side, all holding their bellies, they talked about the pros and cons of pregnancy, but all agreed they were happy to be expecting together.

"Well," Katie said, "It is nice that we don't have to hassle with our periods for a while." 

Chelsea interjected, "I remember when you came to visit me at college, Mom, and I had already missed two periods. You said 'you better cut back on the junk food, Chelsea, because you're getting a little chubby in the waistline.' Well, I've missed a few more periods since then and look at my waistline now!"

Everyone shared a good laugh.

"At least now I have bigger boobs than any of my friends!" Chelsea quipped, bringing more laughs. "And I can't believe how huge my areolas and nipples are already."

"The babies will love them," Katie said. "After I deliver and my milk comes in we'll be able to help each other with feedings."

"That's a real plus," Jen said, "I can just picture little Chelsea, sitting there with a black baby sucking on each of her tits!" 

Chelsea blushed a little and smiled, then said, "Mom, I can see your nipple rings through your top. They look great, but how are you going to nurse our babies with those big hoops in your boobs?"

"Don't worry dear," Katie assured her, "I've read up on it. I can always switch to barbells or just take the rings out during feedings.

Jennifer and Chelsea both agreed that they were going to get their nipples pierced, together, after their babies were weaned.

The expectant trio talked more about the advantages and drawbacks of being pregnant. Jennifer said she missed not being able to drink alcohol and planned to celebrate with a glass of wine after she delivered.

"The first thing I'm going to do is smoke a joint!" Chelsea said, laughing. For someone who had never smoked, Chelsea had become a bit of a pothead after her big sister and her black lover introduced her to the weed.

"Oh, I'll join you in that!" Jennifer said.

"Well, we'll have to wait until we're finished breast feeding," Katie counseled.

"What's that 'we', Mom?" Jennifer asked. "Since when do you smoke weed?!"

"It's the guys she's been seeing," Chelsea quipped. "Those niggers are a bad influence in more ways than one!"

Katie, Jen and Chelsea all laughed hard, holding onto their bulging bellies as they did.

"Mom, your Queen of Spades tattoo looks a little bigger now," Jen said as she looked at her mother's left ankle.

"I guess my ankles are swelling a little bit, but it's no problem," Katie said. "You girls both look fine," she added, closely examining the Spades tattoos that adorned each of them too.

Carrying a baby was not all that new to Katie, who had given birth twice before, but it was to Jennifer and teenaged Chelsea. They both were very happy with the predicament they had created for themselves. They loved the changes they were experiencing and they each admired their beautiful blossoming bodies in their bathroom mirrors every day, watching themselves grow bigger and bigger. They also cherished the memories of all the fucking that had gotten them pregnant in the first place.

With their guests about to arrive, the ladies got busy putting out decorations and food while Jamal and Bill set out folding chairs and tables. 

Most of the guests were Jen's fellow teachers plus a few friends and some of Jamal's family members.

As people began to arrive and the baby shower got underway, Jennifer was sitting in the seat of honor beneath a bunch of balloons. Katie sat in a chair on her left side and Chelsea was seated to her right. 

For shower guests who didn't know Jennifer's family, the three pregnant ladies were quite an oddity. Jennifer was pregnant, of course, – everyone was celebrating that – but then so was her kid sister, who looked almost like Jennifer's twin but was only 18. Then, there was their pregnant mother, who was very attractive for someone 40 years old. And they all made no secret of the fact that each of them had been knocked up by black guys – a mom and both her daughters, all bred black!

Just about all the gifts at the shower were for Jennifer, but Jen had also picked up a few gifts for Chelsea and Katie.

Jennifer handed gift wrapped boxes to her mother and her sister and said, "You both have to open them together."

Katie and Chelsea both tore into the wrapping and opened the boxes, then erupted in laughter. They each held up maternity tops in front of themselves. The tops read "black baby" and had an arrow pointing down.

Chelsea then grabbed a similar sized box and handed it to Jennifer, saying "now you open this, Sis."

Jennifer opened the gift and it was the same "black baby" shirt.

The three of them laughed and stood together, each holding a black baby shirt over their tummies and posing for a picture.

"I don't know if we should put that one on Facebook," Katie giggled. "I haven't quite worked up the nerve to tell Grandma that all our babies are black!"

That brought a round of laughter from everyone in the room.

After the shower ended and the guests had left, Chelsea and Katie helped Jennifer clean up and they spent a few more minutes together, just talking. Katie put an arm around each of her daughters.

"I'm so proud of you Jennifer, and you too Chelsea," Katie said, adding, "you're both beautiful, sexy women and you'll make wonderful mothers."

"You always did set a good example, Mom," Chelsea said, "Especially the way you love to fuck!"

"Thank you Chelsea," Katie said, "But I believe you were fucking black cock before I was, young lady."

"That's true," Chelsea admitted, "but you sure caught on fast! Jennifer was the first one to spread her legs. Now just look at the three of us," she sighed, holding her bulging belly with both hands.

Jen and Katie tapped their fingers on their own baby bumps in agreement. 

A few moments later, Katie said, "Well, we'll see you in a few weeks, Jennifer, at Chelsea's baby shower. I'm thinking that instead of pink or blue I'll decorate in black. That way your grandma and your aunts and cousins might get the hint that Chelsea's baby won't be white!"

"Or you could always surprise Grandma," Jen chuckled, "Just hand her Chelsea's little black bundle of joy and watch her faint."

Chelsea chimed in, giggling, "Yeah, and when we let her see Mom's black baby Grandma will really keel over!"

"That's not so funny," Katie said, "Maybe I better have a talk with her soon."

After another round of kisses, hugs and pats on the tummy, Katie, Chelsea and Bill left to head home. They couldn't stay the night because Katie and Bill had to work the next day.

As Bill drove, Katie and Chelsea chatted and snoozed, each resting their hands on their big bellies.

"Ohh," Chelsea exclaimed, "my baby is kicking!"

"Ah, that's sweet Chelsea," Katie said, "Don't you love it when they do that?"

A little later, Chelsea was texting on her phone. Her baby bump proved to be a convenient place to rest the phone as her fingers tapped the keys.

"Daddy, what time will we be home?" Chelsea asked her father.

"About 11:30, honey," Bill answered.

"Okay, Terrell is going to swing by and fuck me," Chelsea said, "His cock is not real long but it's thick."

"Do me a favor, Chelsea," Bill began, "take him in your bedroom. I love how you squeal when you fuck, but I can't sleep when I hear that and I have to get up for work in the morning."

"No problem, Daddy," Chelsea said.

A couple minutes later, Chelsea called to her mother, "Hey Mom."

"What is it, Chelsea?" Katie answered.

"How far along can I be and still fuck?" Chelsea inquired.

"You can pretty much keep fucking right up until your water breaks, baby girl," Katie said. "Now when your belly gets so big that he can't get to your pussy you'll want to do it doggie-style or cowgirl."

"Well, that's a relief," Chelsea said. "Thanks Mom!"

"That reminds me, Bill," Katie said, "that new guy – the one who's been fucking my friend Madelyn – he wants to come by at 8 o'clock tomorrow night. He says you can watch us fuck if you want, and then eat his cum out of me."

"Eight will be fine," Bill said.

"Thank you, honey," Katie said sweetly, leaning over and giving Bill a peck on the cheek as he drove.

When Bill finally arrived at home and turned into the driveway another car was already parked there.

"It looks like Terrell is already here," Chelsea said, freshening her lip gloss, "I guess he just can't wait to fuck me."

"You're a lucky girl, being so popular," Katie said.

As Katie, Bill and Chelsea exited their vehicle, Terrell stepped out of the parked car along with another black guy. Terrell introduced the guy as his friend, Calvin, known as Cal. Cal was over six feet tall and muscular, with short dreadlocks. 

"Hope you don't mind, Chelsea, but I brought my home boy Cal, just in case you're up for a double tonight, Terrell said.

Chelsea and Katie stood next to each other outside the car, both hands on their bellies, as usual.

Chelsea spoke to her mother. "I know you have to work tomorrow, Mom, but do you have time to fuck Cal? It's almost midnight and I don't seem to have as much energy as I used to before I got pregnant. Anyway, it's been a while since we had a twosome!"

Katie walked a few steps toward Terrell and Cal, reached her hand into Cal's shorts and said, "Oh yeah, I've got time for this big black cock!"

Bill unlocked the front door and held it open for his wife and daughter and their two gentlemen callers. Bill turned on some lights as Chelsea and Terrell and Katie and Cal began embracing and kissing in the living room. Katie ran her fingers through Cal's hair braids as they kissed.

"Why don't you girls undress each other?" Terrell suggested, hoping for an extra thrill from an impromptu mother-daughter strip tease.

Katie and Chelsea both flashed big grins and faced each other, then took turns pulling each other's maternity tops off over their heads. 

The mother and daughter stood there in their overstuffed braziers, and just for fun, bumped their baby bumps together, rubbing their own bellies and each other's, putting on a show for the guys. 

"Oh man," Cal said to Terrell, "you said they were both knocked up with nigger babies but you didn't tell me Chelsea was ready to fuckin' pop and her momma's got a big-ass baby belly too! They're both sweet!"

Chelsea then turned her back to her mother so Katie could unfasten her bra. Katie had to stretch out the back strap to unhook Chelsea and she said, "you need to get a bigger bra, girl, your boobs are busting out at the seams!"

As Chelsea's breasts were freed from the bra and she stood there, Terrell said, "Damn Chelsea, those milk jugs are humongous! They're getting bigger every day!"

"I'm pretty sure that's normal when you're pregnant." Chelsea said, causing everyone to laugh.


Chelsea then undid her mother's sheer bra – the one that allowed her nipple rings to show through. Katie's enlarged boobs sagged a little bit but they looked very sexy with those gold hoops poking through her plump nipples. 

Katie then grabbed Chelsea's shorts and panties, all at once, and pulled them down, exposing her pussy, which was almost overshadowed by her belly. Chelsea reciprocated, removing her mother's pants and showing her smooth shaved pussy below her baby bump.

Bill knew that he needed to sleep but he couldn't resist watching his wife and his daughter, both getting nailed by big black cocks. 

Bill removed his pants and underwear and stood off to the side, holding his four inch cock with one hand. Cal looked at Bill, then he looked at Katie, with a WTF expression on his face.

"Don't mind my cuckold husband," Katie chucked, "He'll just sit in his recliner and masturbate. He's not allowed to touch us or talk. Isn't that right, Bill?"

Bill just smiled and nodded his head, never letting go of his penis.

Terrell and Cal then moved toward Chelsea and Katie and began to fondle their tits. Cal grabbed Katie's nipple rings with his fingers and pulled on them, causing her tits to strain against them. "Ow, ow, ouch!" Katie said, "Ooh, Cal, that hurts, but it feels so fucking good! Not quite so hard. Just tug on them a little."

Katie said to Chelsea, "You and Jennifer are going to love having your nipples pierced."

Terrell squeezed Chelsea's bloated but still-perky boobs and twisted her nipples, which were already about a half-inch long. Then he wrapped his lips around her nipples, one at a time. He drew her weighty tits together and sucked on both at once.

"Oh yes, Terrell," Chelsea moaned. "Oh suck my tits, honey! Oh god, you're making me so wet!"

Katie picked up on her daughter's moaning and pleading and said, "Cal, suck my tits too. Oh yeah, milk me like a cow!"

Terrell told Chelsea, "It won't be too long before you'll have milk dripping from your nipples. I can't wait to taste you, baby!"

Chelsea dropped to her knees in front of Terrell and said, "Give me your fucking cock". Terrell dropped his pants immediately. His penis was not huge at about seven-inches long, but it was as big around as Chelsea's forearm. Chelsea wrapped her red glossed lips around Terrell's fat black cock, stretching her mouth wide open, then looked up at Terrell to see the pleasure on his face. Terrell smiled down at Chelsea, reflecting his total approval.

Cal stood beside Terrell and guided Katie to her knees, right next to her daughter. He dropped his pants and presented his nine-inch uncircumcised cock to her. Katie wrapped her hands around Cal's uncut dick and stroked it, then drew back the foreskin and ran her tongue around the then-exposed cockhead before swallowing most of the dark meat nearly down her throat. 

Katie and Chelsea moved almost in unison, fucking both young bucks with their pretty faces.

"Are you ready to get fucked in your pussy, Chelsea?" Terrell asked.

"Mmm hmm," Chelsea hummed with her mouth full. 

Terrell took hold of Chelsea's arms and brought the naked beauty to her feet, then led her to the armrest at one end of the couch, guiding her to a position with her big belly tucked under her and her ass and pussy fully presented. 

Katie saw Chelsea getting lined up for Terrell's black cock and watched as he stepped up on the couch and shoved it into her. 

"Ohhh, yes,yes,yes," Chelsea moaned as her pussy lips welcomed the cock.

Cal then brought Katie off her knees too and guided her to the opposite end of the couch to assume the same position as Chelsea. 

"You're a copycat, aren't you Cal?" Katie said with a chuckle.

Katie was a bit disappointed that she wouldn't be able to watch her teen getting fucked since she was facing the opposite way. But she could see her husband, sitting bare-bottomed in his recliner, slowing stroking his little white dick.

"I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am, honey," Katie said to Bill.

Bill just smiled and continued to leisurely jack off.

Katie couldn't see Chelsea but she could hear her plain as day when she began squealing loudly as she repeatedly came. Hearing her daughter's orgasms brought Katie to the brink herself.

"Oh yes, fuck me Cal!" Fuck me harder! Make me cum like my daughter! She needs to get her little white pussy fucked by a big black cock and so do I!" 

"Aayyyyiiiii! Aayyyiiii!" Katie exploded in shrieks as her own orgasms swept over her.

Terrell and Cal pounded Katie and Chelsea as hard as they could, clearly not the least bit concerned about their "delicate conditions," and actually the ladies were no worse for the wear. They were both perfectly suited to fuck black cocks and carry black babies.

Terrell suddenly stopped his motion and spoke to Chelsea. "Chelsea, baby, would you mind if we switch? I wanna get a piece of your momma!"




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"Sure, honey," Chelsea answered, "fuck her good!"

Terrell and Cal both withdrew their cocks and quickly changed spots on the couch. Chelsea and Katie remained in place, keeping their sopping wet pussies high in the air, each waiting to meet a different cock.

Terrell and Cal shoved their black dicks into each of the females simultaneously, bringing renewed grunts of pleasure from them both.

Katie pushed her cunt against Terrell, wanting to properly impress him with her fucking skills.

"Oh, yeah Katie," Terrell uttered, "now I know where Chelsea learned to fuck so good!"

Katie and Chelsea both heard Terrell, and they knew there had never been any mother-daughter fucking instruction, but they both chuckled and said nothing, concentrating instead on the fun their pussies were having with the black cocks they just met.

After a good long time, and multiple, multiple orgasms, Cal told Chelsea "I'm gonna cum in you."

"Yes, yes, cum in me. I need to feel your cum!" For a millisecond, it occurred to Chelsea that wanting nigger cum in her pussy is what got her in trouble in the first place. Then, she had another orgasm as Cal emptied his nuts into her. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh!" Cal moaned as he pumped out his cum.

The noises were enough to bring Terrell to the finish line and he came inside Katie without a word of warning.

"Uh, uh, uh, ahhhh!" Terrell muttered as he blew his load into Katie.

Terrell and Cal went into slow motion, continuing to move their cocks in and out of the pussies that held them, prolonging the pleasure as long as possible.

The guys were slow to dismount, but then they helped Katie and Chelsea off the couch and onto their feet.

Before Terrell and Cal could head to the kitchen for a snack, or maybe curl up for an after-sex snooze, Katie spoke up.

"Well, it's been really great, boys. I'd love to fuck you again, any time, and I'm sure Chelsea would too, but you're both going to have to skedaddle now. Chelsea and I spent eight hours in the car and four hours at a party today, so we are pooped."

With that, Chelsea and Katie kissed the guys goodbye and showed them the door.

Katie then told Chelsea, "Alright, young lady, I think you need to wipe the cum off your pussy and get yourself to bed. Your baby and you both need plenty of rest. My baby and I need some rest too".

Chelsea said, "Okay. I am pretty tired, but first, I have an announcement to make, Mom and Dad. I decided on the ride home that it's silly for me not tell everyone that I'm having a girl."

"A girl!" Katie yelled, throwing her arms around Chelsea in a naked love hug. Bill rushed over and hugged his wife and daughter both. 

"My baby girl is having a baby girl!" Katie gushed, "Oh, that's great! I thought you might be carrying a girl, Chelsea, because you're a little smaller than Jen and you're both due at about the same time. Oh, I get to buy pink dresses, and I'll have to learn to braid her kinky hair!"

Bill summed it up well, saying, "She'll be every bit as beautiful as her mother and grandmother, except that she'll be black and mommy and grandma are white."



Sisters' Misters Ch. 07



Chapter 7

Chelsea's Curious Cousin

Three weeks after Jennifer's baby shower it was her 18-year-old sister Chelsea's turn. Their mother, Katie, pregnant with a black baby also, was hosting Chelsea's party at the house they shared with husband/father Bill.

Unlike Jennifer's baby shower that was held at Jen's apartment, four hours from her childhood home, Chelsea's shower took place in their hometown, so all her relatives and friends were able to attend. Among them, Chelsea's Aunt Karen (Katie's older sister) and Karen's only child, Megan.

Megan was Chelsea's cousin, almost a year younger than her, having just turned 18 a week before. Megan was a senior in high school. She resembled her cousins Chelsea and Jennifer in her pretty face but instead of being blond she had her late father's red hair, which she wore long. Her complexion was so fair that her skin was almost pure white with a broad sprinkling of tiny freckles. She was five-feet, four-inches tall and had a perfect figure like the other females in her family, when they weren't pregnant.

Aunt Karen, Megan and Grandma (Karen and Katie's mother) arrived early to help set up and decorate. They all hugged Chelsea and dished out polite but benign compliments, saying she was getting bigger every day and pregnancy seemed to agree with her. 

Katie had finally worked up the nerve, just a week earlier, to tell her mother that all the women in her family were carrying black babies. Grandma was shocked, to say the least, and had been talking to her daughter Karen every day about "what went wrong with Katie and her girls." Karen kept saying it was "a disgrace."

Grandma approached Chelsea before everyone got too busy preparing for the shower. It seemed that Grandma and Aunt Karen were more in the mood for a pity party than a celebration of Chelsea's pregnancy.

"So, how are you really holding up, honey?" Grandma asked Chelsea, touching her on the arm and looking worried.

"I'm doing great!" Chelsea said, trying extra hard to act as happy as could be. "Grandma, it's not a funeral. It's my baby shower and I couldn't be happier."

"That-a-girl, Chelsea," Aunt Karen said with sappy sympathy in her voice. Then, directing her remarks to her daughter, she said, "Megan, we're all going to love Chelsea's baby, but I hope you're paying attention. I hope you can see that there are serious consequences for the choices you make and the sinful things you do."

Hearing her aunt's condescending comments, Chelsea shouted, "Fuck you all!" as she burst into tears and ran to her bedroom.

"Now that's enough of that!" Katie yelled at her sister and mother. "Chelsea and I are both happy to be pregnant with black babies and we are fucking thrilled with the choices we've made! If you can't be positive and supportive we don't need you here!"

After a few moments, Karen said, "I'm sorry, Katie. It's just a little hard for Mom and me not to feel for you both. Tell Chelsea that we're sorry and we're going to be happy and smiling for the rest of the day."

Katie went to Chelsea's bedroom and found her sobbing on her bed. In her expectant state, Chelsea's emotions were running high. Katie sat next to Chelsea and patted her on her big belly, telling her that she had to be the prettiest preggo on Earth. Katie said Grandma and Aunt Karen apologized and promised to be pleasant from then on. As they hugged each other, Katie told Chelsea to freshen up her makeup and hurry back to the living room because they had a lot to do and guests would be arriving soon.

Katie added one more comment to help cheer her daughter up, saying, "Don't forget, Chelsea honey, that special friend of ours promised to come over and fuck you after the shower. That always makes you feel better, now doesn't it?"

Chelsea dabbed her last few tears, smiled and nodded her head. 

As Chelsea composed herself and returned to help prepare for her party, her sister, Jennifer, and Jen's boyfriend, Jamal, arrived. Jen was even bigger in the belly than Chelsea, and because they had never seen her in her very pregnant state, Grandma, Aunt Karen and Cousin Megan made her their current object of attention, along with her black partner, taking some of the pressure off Chelsea.

While the others got busy decorating and arranging tables and chairs, Chelsea, Jennifer and Katie took a few minutes to catch up. They sat side-by-side on the couch, each massaging their own swollen tummy with both hands. Grandma, Aunt Karen and Cousin Megan looked on from across the room. Grandma and Karen shared a disparaging tisk-tisk-tisk. Megan wasn't sure what to think.

"Jennifer," Chelsea said, "I can't believe how much bigger you are in just three weeks. Your belly is sticking out two feet (a slight exaggeration)! You must be carrying a big boy there!"

"Look who's talking, Chelsea," Jennifer said with a smile, "I swear you're twice as big as you were at my shower, and your boobs are humongous! A few months ago you were a pretty young girl with a tiny little waist, now you're a young woman, big and round and looking totally pregnant!"

Katie interjected, "It must be because all our babies are black that we're all so huge already. I wasn't this big when I delivered you two girls!"

"It's great, isn't it?!" Chelsea asked. "We're so lucky!"

Jennifer and Katie nodded their heads in agreement and the three hugged each other.

"Are you still putting out, Chelsea?" Jennifer asked her sister.

"Sure, why not," Chelsea replied. "I'm getting fucked tonight, after my shower."

"Still putting out?" Katie interjected, "Chelsea fucks like a rabbit! She went without a black cock for three days last week and I thought she was going to flag down the garbage man!"

Chelsea smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

Jennifer, Chelsea and Katie shared a belly laugh.

As the shower got underway Chelsea had the seat of honor and Jennifer and Katie were seated beside her. Just like at Jennifer's shower, some of the guests were taken aback that a mother and both her daughters were so open and cheerful about being impregnated interracially. They seemed so happy that they had had sex with black men who made them pregnant.

Chelsea loved being the center of attention at the baby shower. She posed for lots of pictures with her friends, always turning to the side so that her big baby belly would be prominently displayed.

Chelsea was genuinely happy and very proud of herself.

There was a lot of buzz about Katie's large nipple rings, which she always put on display under her blouse, letting them show through above her bulging midriff, which by then almost rivaled the swelling bellies of her daughters, who were both a bit further along in their pregnancies.

A number of guests also noticed, and pointed out to each other, the Queen of Spades tattoos that Chelsea, Jennifer and Katie all shared in the same location above their left ankles. It didn't take long before everyone at the shower knew that the tattoo signified their devotion to black-on-white sex. 

Most of the comments were good-natured, but a few were rude or downright mean. Katie heard one of Chelsea's friends saying, "Well, at least Jamal didn't leave Jennifer holding the bag like those worthless sperm donors that knocked up Chelsea and her mother."

A couple of Chelsea's friends were needling Cousin Megan, telling her that she must be the only female in her family who "doesn't like dark meat." Megan didn't really find the humor in it and reminded the girls that her current steady boyfriend, Bradley, was as white as they come.

There were some really fun moments, too. One of the guests gave Chelsea a white doll baby for her soon-to-arrive baby girl and someone else gave her a black one. Everyone laughed when Chelsea said he would let her daughter choose her favorite.

When Chelsea wandered into the kitchen for a minute her cousin Megan did too, sidling up to Chelsea and quietly telling her that she wanted to talk to her privately, not now, but sometime soon.

Slightly agitated, Chelsea said, "Look cuz, if you want to lecture me, I'm not interested."

"No, that's not it at all. Not at all." Megan said, resting her hand on Chelsea's baby bump to reassure her. "I've got some stuff happening in my life that I can't talk to anyone about, but I think you might understand."

"Sure Megan," Chelsea whispered, "I'll text you tomorrow and you can come over here."

Megan had heard that Chelsea would be entertaining a gentleman friend after her baby shower, so she figured she might be sleeping in. Megan was happy to get Chelsea's text message at noon the next day, saying her parents were both out and she could come over any time.

Megan walked over to Chelsea's house so she could talk to her cousin, girl to girl. They only lived three blocks away from each other.

When Megan arrived at Chelsea's she gave her cousin a hello hug at the front door. Chelsea then grabbed Megan's hand and pressed it tightly to the side of her bulbous belly. 

"My baby's moving. Can you feel it?" Chelsea asked, beaming.

"Yes! Oh my gosh, that is so amazing!" Megan said as she felt the motion with her hand held against Chelsea's abdomen. 

"You really are happy to be pregnant, aren't you Chelsea?" Megan asked.

"Oh, I am," Chelsea said, smiling, "I just love everything about it, and knowing my baby is black makes it even more special. It is a pain sometimes, like right now because I can't get drunk with you! But, I can get you a beer."

Chelsea led Megan to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge, popping the cap off and handing it to Megan without even asking her if she wanted a cold one. Chelsea knew that her younger cousin had something serious to discuss and she thought a couple of beers might loosen her up.

The girls sat together on the living room couch, and after more small talk about the recent baby shower and the reaction of some guests and relatives, who clearly did not favor white girls carrying black babies, Chelsea asked Megan what she wanted to talk about.

"Well, Chelsea," Megan began, "I was wondering when you first knew that you were attracted to black guys."

"Oh, I guess it was about an hour before I got fucked by my first big black cock. Let's see, that was almost seven months ago, and I'm almost seven months pregnant!" Chelsea said, chuckling.

"Really?" Megan asked, clearly amazed, "you didn't have the hots for black boys before that?"

"No, not at all, never," Chelsea answered. "Right after I started college, I went to visit Jennifer and Jamal at their apartment one weekend. They invited Jamal's black buddy, Scoot, to hang out with us. I really didn't care for black guys -- I never dated one -- but it kind of turned me on to see my big sister all wrapped up with a black guy. When Jennifer and Jamal started making out, Scoot and I just sort of joined in. Then, Jen told Scoot to show me his cock." 

Chelsea kept talking, with Megan chugging her beer and hanging on every word. "When I saw Scoot's big black cock, Megan, it was love at first sight! I had never seen anything so big and beautiful and black! It was a little scary too. I just had to touch it, then suck it, then fuck it! What they say really is true, Cuz - once you go black, you never go back."

"So Megan", Chelsea continued, "Your mother told me you're dating Bradley, the doctor's son. I remember him from high school. But I'm guessing that you really want to go out with a black guy instead of nice white-bread Bradley."

"The truth is, Chelsea, I have always wanted to go out with black boys," Megan said. "As long as I can remember, I've been attracted to blacks. I love rap music and hip hop. All my favorite actors and performers are black. I'd wear my red hair in dreadlocks if I could. I may look Irish on the outside but sometimes I think I'm black on the inside! 

But as much as I've always wanted to, I've never had the chance to be alone with a black guy for even five minutes. I wonder what they feel like, and smell like and kiss like, and even if they're better lovers, like some people say."

"Oh they are definitely better lovers!" Chelsea declared. "If I had stuck to white boys I don't think I'd be pregnant right now!"

Megan said, "Well, I think it's great that you, your sister and your mom are all pregnant with black babies." Then, reaching out and touching Chelsea's bloated tummy, "Megan said, "It must feel incredible knowing that you have something so dark and different growing inside your body. Of course, you and Jen will be the last blonds in your family!"

Chelsea smiled and said, "Well, Mom and Jennifer and I started out sharing a love of big black cock, and we have our Queen of Spades tattoos in common. But never in a million years did I think we'd be sharing our pregnancies, with all three of us being bred black!"

"Well, you know my mom and grandma are still shaking their heads." Megan chuckled, then she added, "By the way, I'm thinking of getting tattooed myself, but I haven't decided what to get yet." 

Megan then confided in Chelsea, "I feel a little guilty too about wanting to date blacks because my dad, before he died, was kind of a racist. He used to call girls who dated black boys 'mudsharks'. I used to hear him and then think to myself that I must be a mudshark because I wanted to date black boys as soon as I was old enough. I know my dad wouldn't approve of me dating blacks if he was still alive."

Chelsea said, "Well, I think your dad would want you to be happy, and more importantly, you have to make yourself happy. Now, I can tell from what you're saying that there's one particular black guy that you really, really like and you want to hook up with him.

"Yes," Megan said. "His name is Rodney. He's real cute, and very dark! We have some classes together and he's asked me out, but I can't even talk to him because I'm afraid Bradley and my friends will see that I have a crush on him. Rodney and I text each other all the time but I have to delete the texts right away so that Bradley doesn't see them"

"We can't even go to a movie because half my friends work at the theatre," Megan complained. "Shit, we can't even go to McDonald's because I know everybody there too. I'm thinking that maybe I could sneak into Rodney's car and we could drive 50 miles away to spend some time together.

"Why don't you meet him here at my house?" Chelsea suggested. "On Friday my mom and dad are spending the night with one of mom's friends across town. We'll tell your mother that you're spending the night with me, like we did all the time when we were kids. That way you can spend the whole night with Rodney if you want to. "

Chelsea went on to say, "I have a guy coming over and we'll be fucking in my bedroom. You can fuck Rodney in our guest room, Jennifer's old room."

"Whoa!" Megan exclaimed, "I never said I was going to fuck Rodney! I just want to be alone with him for once, just to kiss him and maybe make out a little."

Chelsea asked Megan, "You're not a virgin, are you? You're fucking Bradley, aren't you?

"Well yeah, I've been having sex with Bradley," Megan admitted timidly. "He's my first and only. My mom would shit if she knew! She really expected me to stay a virgin until I got married."

"Is the sex good?" Chelsea asked, smiling. "Does he make you cum a lot?"

"Well," Megan said, not smiling, "I always thought sex would be better. Bradley puts his condom on and we start screwing, then he always cums in a couple of minutes, way before I'm ready. I usually have to use my finger to climax and that doesn't work every time."

"Oh, you poor thing! That sucks!" Chelsea exclaimed. "Fucking should be a whole lot better than that! How big is Bradley?"

Megan held her hand up, spreading her thumb and forefinger about four inches apart.

Chelsea said, "Stay here. Let me get something for you." Chelsea waddled off to her bedroom, then stopped off in the kitchen to get Megan another beer, before returning to the couch. Chelsea handed Megan the beer bottle and an eight-inch black dildo.

"Oh my god, Chelsea!" Megan exclaimed as she examined the black rubber dick. "Where did you get this thing? It's huge! It's twice as big as Bradley!

"Take it home and try it on for size!" Chelsea laughed. "Now tell me the truth, wouldn't you love to get fucked by a big black cock like that? I'll bet you won't have to finger-fuck yourself to have an orgasm when you get into Rodney's pants!"

Megan said "maybe" and put the dildo down on the couch, next to her.

"Let me tell you, though," Chelsea cautioned, "Black guys don't like to wear condoms like Bradley, and when you feel that big black cock spreading your pussy walls you'll want him to cum inside you. It feels so fucking good!"

"Yeah, sure," Megan said with a big grin, "and then I wind up looking like you!"

Chelsea laughed and, with an evil grin, she told Megan "there are worse things that could happen!" 

The cousins lost track of time and were still gabbing when Katie arrived at home. They didn't hear her car when she pulled into the driveway. Two of Megan's empty beer bottles were on the coffee table and she had the third in her hand when Katie opened the front door and stepped into the living room. Megan was petrified and wanted to hide the beer, but it was too late.

"Aunt Katie!" Megan stammered, "You're home. We're just talking."

"And drinking a few beers," Katie said, "I hope those are your empties, Megan, because Chelsea is not supposed to drink while she's pregnant."

"Well, uh, yeah, they're mine," Megan said shamefully, "But please don't tell my mother! She'd kill me if she found out I was drinking!"

"Don't worry, honey," Katie told Megan, "I won't say a word to your mom. Just don't go home drunk and tell your mother we gave you booze. I don't want to hear her shit any more than you do!"

Megan and Chelsea both laughed in relief.

"It looks like Chelsea is loaning you her big black dildo," Katie said, nonchalantly, seeing the sex toy on the couch cushion next to Megan. "Are you trying to corrupt your little cousin, Chelsea?"

"Oh my god!" Megan exclaimed, grabbing the dildo and shoving it behind her butt, as if hiding it then would make any difference. "Chelsea was telling me that it might be fun for me to try it, but I think it's way too big and I probably won't use it! Please, please, don't tell my mother!"

"Well, it looks big, but I'm sure you can handle it, Megan," Katie said. "Just go slow and work it into your pussy gradually. I should loan one to your mother because I think she's the one who could really use it! Go ahead and have fun with it, but let me warn you, once you go black you never go back."

"I've heard that before, but I'm not 'going black' -- not that there's anything wrong with that, I mean for you and Chelsea and Jennifer. Geez, I've never been so embarrassed!"

Megan was starting to tear-up, from both embarrassment and shame over being hypocritical. Katie kissed her on the forehead and told her not to cry because everything would be just fine.

A few minutes later, with Chelsea watching and smiling, Megan texted Rodney and asked if he wanted to hang out with her at her cousin's house Friday night.

Rodney texted back: I'll be there. Finally going to kiss you! 

Before she left, Megan told Chelsea, "Please don't tell your mom that my friend is coming over Friday night when we have our sleepover. I know she'd be cool with it, but I'd like to keep it just between us."

"No problem. I won't say a word," Chelsea replied. "I can't wait until Friday!"

Megan got up to leave and crammed the big black dildo into her handbag. She and Chelsea both smiled, knowing it would be put to good use. When Megan got home, 10 minutes later, she went straight to her room, locked the door, stripped off her clothes and took out the dildo.




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Megan laid on her bed and felt her pussy. It was already pretty wet, apparently from her just thinking about her upcoming date with Rodney. She held the dildo with both hands and began to push it into her cunt. She recalled Aunt Katie's advice to work it in gradually and she found that by circling her pussy lips she was able to ease the synthetic penis into her vagina fairly well. It was twice as big around as Bradley's small white dick and took some effort, but Megan surprised herself when she was able to insert nearly the entire dildo. She also enjoyed the feeling immensely as she began to draw it in and out, simulating intercourse. After about two minutes of pleasure, Megan experienced a major climax, then let herself relax on the mattress, leaving the dildo wedged deep inside her. 

Megan eventually got up and hid the dildo in a shoebox in her closet, but she would retrieve it many times in the coming days, continuing to pleasure herself, and on a subconscious level at least, prepare herself for her first opportunity to fuck a real big black cock. 

The weekdays seemed to drag on forever. Whenever Megan saw Rodney at school they just glanced at each other, allowing only a small smile and quick "hi" so that their planned rendezvous would remain a secret. Megan told her steady, Bradley, that she couldn't go out with him Friday night because her pregnant cousin really needed to spend some time with her.

When Friday finally arrived, Megan packed a small overnight bag, including some makeup and her favorite dressy top, bra and a miniskirt. She planned to dress for her long awaited "date" when she got to Chelsea's so her mother wouldn't suspect anything. Megan kissed her mom goodbye and walked to Cousin Chelsea's home.

Megan arrived at Chelsea's place at about 6 o'clock. Rodney was supposed to arrive at about 7. Megan carefully applied her makeup, including some shiny pink lip gloss, dressed in her dating clothes, and toyed with her long red hair, finally just pulling it back in a cute ponytail. 

Aunt Katie and Uncle Bill left for their overnighter with Katie's fuck buddy shortly after six and at about 6:45 Chelsea's friend Max arrived for the round of sex they had planned. Chelsea introduced Max to her cousin.

"Wow Chelsea," Max said, smiling, "you never told me you had such a hot little cousin!"

'Megan," Max continued, "How come you don't have a bun in your oven like Chelsea? You'd be knocked up for sure if you were my girlfriend."

Chelsea rolled her eyes and told Max, "Well, she's not your girlfriend, lover-boy. You've got me tonight and you don't have to worry about knocking me up!" Chelsea laughed, giving her baby bump a little shake with both hands. 

Megan just blushed, smiled and said nothing.

Chelsea led Max to her bedroom and closed the door behind them. 

Megan nervously paced the living room floor, waiting for Rodney to arrive. At 7 o'clock on the dot, Rodney pulled into the driveway. Megan ran to the front door and waited for Rodney to knock. Then, taking a deep breath and putting on her best smile, she opened the door.

"Hi Rodney," Megan said, "I'm glad you could make it."

"Me too," Rodney said as he stepped inside. Megan closed and locked the door. 

There was an awkward moment as Megan and Rodney stood there, looking at each other. Then, Megan stepped toward him and kissed him squarely on the lips. Rodney wrapped his hands around Megan's arms and kissed her a second time.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time," Megan told Rodney.

"What took you so long?" Rodney responded.

Then, the white girl and the black boy fully embraced and began kissing each other deeply. Rodney's full lips were soft and felt even better than Megan had imagined, probably a hundred times.

Megan led Rodney to the couch and they both fell onto it, wrapping their arms around each other and kissing even more passionately with their mouths opened wide. Rodney pushed his tongue into Megan's mouth and she welcomed it with her own. They continued kissing like two long lost lovers for several minutes. Megan opened her eyes to confirm to herself that she was finally realizing her dream of making out with a black guy. She was ecstatic as she looked at Rodney's dark complexioned face, barely an inch from her own. 

Rodney opened his eyes for a moment and was surprised to see Megan's green eyes looking directly into his. He stopped kissing and smiled, then asked, "Do you always kiss with your eyes open?"

"No, no I don't," Megan said softly, "I'm just so happy that you're here, and you're kissing me, that I almost have to see it to believe it.

Giving Megan another soft peck on her lips, Rodney said, "I can't believe it either. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and I never thought I stood a chance with you."

Megan began blushing at the compliment. 

"Now you're turning red!" Rodney said, somewhat amazed. "You're even prettier than you were a minute ago."

"You're making me this way," Megan said, then she closed her eyes and began kissing Rodney as hard as she could, rubbing her lips against his and probing his mouth with her tongue. 

The new couple continued to kiss and caress each other on the couch. When Rodney dared to put his hand on one of her boobs, Megan threw her head back and smiled. Rodney took the queue to fondle her other tit as well. As he squeezed and fondled her breasts Megan purred and kissed Rodney as much as she could with both of his hands pawing her chest. 

Megan paused the action for as long as it took for her to quickly unbutton her top and pull it off, allowing Rodney to attack the cups of her bra with his hands. 

"Take it off, baby," Rodney pleaded.

Megan sat up, grinned, and asked, "You want to feel my boobs and not my bra? Well, here, they're all yours. I want you to have them." She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and pulled it off, tossing it away.

Megan moaned as she watched Rodney's black hands moving over her pale white softball-sized breasts. When he leaned forward to take her left nipple into his mouth, Megan groaned "oh yes!" Rodney sucked on one nipple, then the other, and alternated between them. Megan discreetly reached under her skirt to see if her panties were as wet as she thought they were. They were sopping. 

Megan glanced at Rodney's lap and saw a large bulge, pressing upward against the zipper. Megan's libido took control and she found her hand moving to Rodney's crotch to feel the bulge in his pants.

"Wow," Megan gasped, "Is that all you?!"

"You're getting me all worked up, baby," Rodney said, "but keep doing it."

Rodney gently placed his hand on Megan's and guided her to stroke his cock through his pants, for his benefit and also to show her what he had in store. 

"Can I see it, sweetheart?" Megan asked, using the first of what would be many terms of endearment.

Rodney was wearing the baggy jeans that sagged in the back, popular with black guys, so it was easy for him to just slip them down and off while sitting on the couch, along with his boxer shorts.

Rodney's cock was already fully erect, appearing to Megan like a battlefield cannon, pointing in the air at a 45-degree angle. It was a weapon, she thought to herself. It was big and dark, about the same size as the dildo she'd been using, laced with popping veins and oozing precum from the pee-hole. Megan almost said out loud that it was twice as big as Bradley's, but she bit her tongue. 

"Ooh, that's the biggest dick I've ever seen!" Megan exclaimed. "And it's even blacker than the rest of you."

"It's my big black cock," Rodney said, "and I think you're going to love it. It loves you already."

Megan put her hand on the cock, running her bright pink fingernails up and down its length. She tried to wrap her hand around it but couldn't quite reach all the way. Megan lifted the cock and saw Rodney's sagging nut sack and gently felt his balls.

Megan couldn't resist telling Rodney, "Bradley's balls are the size of grapes. Yours are more like plums."

"They're full of nigger sperm, so you better be careful, girl!" Rodney said, smiling, bringing a big smile to Megan too.

Megan thought about all the millions of sperm that those huge nuts must hold, and how powerful they were -- more potent than any white guy's sperm and genetically superior, producing offspring that would always be more Negro than Caucasian. Her egg wouldn't stand a chance if those sperm went after it.

The urge to connect her lips to Rodney's cock was overpowering, so Megan slid off the couch and onto her knees where she could approach it at eye level. She kissed the tip, causing the drops of precum to stick to her pink lip gloss. She licked the goo off her lips while staring into Rodney's dreamy brown eyes, then went back to kiss the cock some more, up one side and down the other. Rodney moaned with pleasure.

Megan then took the cock into her mouth, working her tongue around it as best she could. She took about half its length between her lips and started motioning in and out, gradually drawing more of the cock down her throat.

While Megan continued to eagerly give head to Rodney, kneeling before him at the couch, topless with her perky tits exposed, she heard footsteps and noticed that naked Chelsea was walking through the living room. Meagan hadn't seen Chelsea in the nude in years and was awestruck by the appearance of her young cousin, with her huge bare belly hanging way out in front of her and her heavy breasts jiggling with every step, her areolas the size of pancakes.

"Don't mind me," Chelsea said, "I'm just passing through. Max wanted a beer."

With her right hand, Megan pulled Rodney's big black cock out of her mouth and held it upright, showing off a little bit for her cousin. She then smiled at Chelsea and gave her a little wave with her left hand, then took the cock back into her mouth, maintaining eye contact with Chelsea.

A minute later, Chelsea switched off the kitchen light and passed the couch again, giving Megan a "thumbs-up" sign. Megan giggled and smiled as much as she could with the cock still filling her face. 

Megan had been telling herself all week that she didn't necessarily need, or even want, to have sex with Rodney. She planned to take it slowly, just some kissing and making out a little, at first. In her mind, the bedroom was her line of demarcation -- the red zone. If she and Rodney were to go to the bedroom (Cousin Jennifer's old room) it would be to fuck each other, but that did not have to happen on their first date. That's what she thought anyway, until this moment.

"Rodney, honey, let's go to the bedroom," Megan said quietly, adding a small kiss to the invitation.

Rodney stood up from the couch, reached down to take Megan's hands, and pulled her to her feet. They then picked up the clothes strewn on the living room floor and Megan led the way down the hall. Megan was both excited and apprehensive, needlessly concerned about whether her somewhat limited lovemaking skills would measure up for Rodney.

They entered the bedroom and Megan closed the door. She then pulled Rodney's shirt off and let herself fall backward onto the double bed with her hands raised over her head. 

"You are so beautiful, Megan," Rodney said, "Your face, your tits, your long red hair, your big green eyes; everything about you is so perfect. "

Rodney then took hold of Megan's skirt and pulled it off, leaving only her lacey panties. Rodney was secretly happy to see that Megan's panties were soaking wet and he slid them off with his fingers, leaving her totally nude.

Because Megan's pubic hair was naturally red, and she shaved her vagina, the area around her pussy was shaded in pink skin.

Rodney just stared at her, then told Megan, "That must be the prettiest pussy in the world."

Megan grinned at the unusual compliment, then experienced a reality check and asked Rodney, "Sweetheart, do you have a condom?"

"No, I don't," Rodney replied apprehensively, fearing that Megan might not want to fuck him without one. "I didn't think I'd need one."

"I didn't think so either," Megan said, then she smiled and added, "That's okay. I just finished my period so I should be safe."

"I'll pull out if you want me to, baby," Rodney assured Megan. "You just say the word."

Megan stayed on her back, scooted up to rest her head on the pillows, spread her legs as far apart as she could, and said to Rodney, "I've never had a bare cock, or a big cock, or a black cock, but I want it now more than anything. Come here and fuck me darling!"

Rodney smiled and climbed onto the bed, crawling into positon between Megan's legs. With her head propped up on the pillows, Megan could view Rodney's cock as she took it in her hand and guided it into her pussy. There was some resistance at first, so she circled her labia, as she had practiced with the dildo, easing it into her an inch at a time.

"Yes, yes, that's it," Megan cooed as she watched and felt her pussy swallowing Rodney's cock.

Rodney patiently allowed Megan to control the action until he knew that he was deep inside her, then he started his fucking motion, pulling out and pushing back in, slowly at first, then picking up the pace until he was steadily pumping Megan's pussy.

"Oh my god!" Megan exclaimed, "Oh, that feels so fucking good! Better than anything!"

As Rodney picked up more speed, Megan began grunting "yes" with every thrust.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes."

Rodney then hooked his arms under Megan's legs and lifted them high in the air, without skipping one thrust of his cock.

"Oh shit!" Megan yelled. "Oh fuck!" Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes."

After about five minutes, Megan wondered to herself why Rodney hadn't cum yet, then she realized that he wasn't going to cum right away, as her only previous lover, Bradley, always had.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes" Megan kept grunting as Rodney kept pounding her pussy.

"Oh, I'm cumming!" Megan shouted. "Oh! Oh! Oh, fuck me" she screamed as she experienced the biggest orgasm of her young life.

Rodney continued to ram Megan's pussy with his cock, causing her to shudder with more back-to-back orgasms. Then Rodney pulled his cock out of Megan.

"What's the matter, Rodney honey?" Megan asked desperately. "Are you going to cum? It's okay if you want to stay."

"No, I'm not done with you yet, Megan," Rodney said with a smile. "It's time to change positions. Get up on all fours."

Megan rolled over and got up on her hands and knees near the headboard. She was both thrilled and relieved that her black fucking would continue.

Rodney stood on the floor at the foot of the bed and said, "I'm over here, baby." He then grabbed Megan's thighs and pulled her across the sheets to position her pussy at the edge of the mattress. Megan loved the way he manhandled her.

Rodney glanced at Megan's pussy. It was pretty well stretched with a gaping hole the size of a quarter formed where his cock had been. Rodney shoved his cock back into Megan, entering her from a different and totally pleasurable angle.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Megan screamed as she experienced new sensations in her pussy. "Oh Rodney, you're driving me fucking crazy!"

Before he really got down to business, Rodney just held his cock deep in Megan's pussy, leaning up against her ass.

"Did Bradley ever fuck you this good, baby?" Rodney asked.

"No, no, never!" Megan shouted. "He can't fuck worth a shit! You fuck a thousand time better than him! I don't ever want to fuck him again. I want to fuck you forever, sweetheart!"

Megan was falling in love with Rodney's big black cock.

Rodney then started moving again, driving his cock into Megan's pussy from behind. Megan started grunting and chanting "yes" again, pausing only to scream "OOOOOHHHHHHHH" every time she came.

Rodney kept going and Megan kept cumming. By then she was nearly delirious with joy and amazement at the fact that Rodney had still not cum himself.

Rodney then stopped abruptly, again, disappointing Megan and prompting her to ask what he was doing.

Rodney climbed onto the bed and rolled onto his back.

"Why don't you get on top, baby," Rodney said softly. As Megan scrambled to climb on top of Rodney and line up her pussy with his cock, Rodney said, "Tell me if you love getting fucked by my big, black, nigger cock."

"Oh I do! You know I do," Megan uttered desperately. 

"Let me hear you say it, baby" Rodney said.

"Oh, Rodney, honey, I love getting fucked by your big, black, nigger cock." Megan had never spoken the word "nigger" before, although she'd heard her father use it often enough. But, if Rodney wanted to hear her say it, she was happy to comply. She just wanted to keep fucking!

As soon as she got herself properly seated atop Rodney with her pussy fully impaled on his cock, Megan growled, "Oh yes, yes! That big, black, nigger cock is right where it belongs!" 

Megan loved riding Rodney's cock because it felt so good and because she could look down at his face as they fucked. She also liked to watch her boobs bouncing and swaying as they hung from her chest just above Rodney's muscular abs. 

Megan screamed and shook her head, tossing her red hair back and forth, as she came again and again. 

Rodney looked up at Megan's face and said, "Baby, I'm ready. I'm going to cum soon. You want to get off?"

"No!" Megan insisted. "I'm not going anywhere. Go ahead and cum, baby. Cum in my pussy. I want to feel your cum. Flood me with cum!"

Rodney quickly obliged, squinting and wrinkling his face as he grunted, "uh,uh,uh,uh,uh" with every stream of semen that he squirted deep into Megan.

It was the first time that Megan had ever fucked without a condom and took a load of cum in her pussy.

Megan lowered herself so her tits rested on Rodney's chest. As they both panted and grinned she bought her lips to his and kissed him deeply. His slowly softening cock remained inside her.

Megan and Rodney gradually each caught their breath and slowed their racing heartbeats, trading kisses until they both faded off to sleep.

Megan woke the next morning -- it was Saturday -- as sunlight started streaming through the half-open window blinds. She smiled sleepily as she saw Rodney snoozing next to her. She thought for a moment that she was dreaming, then realized that she was awake and she really was sharing her bed with a black guy. She gazed at his face and watched how Rodney's wide nostrils flared a tiny bit with every breath he took. He was half covered by the sheet with his upper body exposed. Megan admired his black skin. He was a dark cocoa in color, she decided. Megan touched Rodney's muscular bicep and ran her fingers down his arm. She studied the curly black hairs on his chest and touched them lightly. Rodney began to stir, then opened his eyes and saw Megan staring at him. She smiled and he returned the smile, then she moved to kiss his lips.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Megan whispered.

"Morning," Rodney replied, flipping the sheet off of him to expose the lower half of himself. "What are you thinking, baby?"

"I was just thinking about how lucky I am and how handsome you are, Megan said. "I love your skin. So dark and rich."

"It's just black skin," Rodney said modestly. "I'm glad you like it. Not everyone does."

Rodney continued, "You're the one with beautiful skin. It's so light and smooth, like a model. And I can really see all your freckles in the sunlight. I love your freckles. I'm going to get a pen and play connect-the-dots on your body someday."

Megan loved the sound of "someday".

They kissed each other deeply and began to run their hands over each other's naked bodies. Rodney squeezed Megan's tits and circled her nipples until they were hard. Megan started to toy with Rodney's private parts, running her pink painted nails through his public hair, then down his cock, which was flaccid but rapidly becoming erect.




Sisters' Misters Ch. 07



Megan smiled at Rodney and said, "Your black cock is getting big again. I like it when it's big."

"I like it when it's deep inside your pretty pussy," Rodney said as he reached under the sheets to begin rubbing Megan's smooth cunt.

"I love it when it's deep inside my pussy," Megan purred, echoing Rodney.

At that moment, Rodney decided that before he went any further with Megan (and he certainly wanted to) he needed to know where he stood. Was this a one-night-stand? Was she just using him because she wanted to taste chocolate and not just plain vanilla?

"What about your boyfriend Bradley?" Rodney asked as he began to ease a finger into Megan's slit. 

"I don't care about Bradley," Megan said, making direct eye contact with Rodney. "I only care about you."

"I hope so," Rodney said, "because I don't want to be your nigger in the woodshed -- someone that you sneak off to fuck, but you don't want anyone to know about it."

"No. No, Rodney," Megan said emphatically, "I know now that I want to be with you and I don't care who knows it! I want to go on dates with you, and ride in your car, and hold your hand -- and fuck you all the time - if that's what you want too."

"I care too much already to share you with Bradley," Rodney said, continuing to massage Megan's pussy as he spoke.

"I'm going to break up with Bradley today," Megan declared. "He made me cry last week when he said we should think about dating other people and not just each other. Today, I'll just tell him he was right!"

"Okay, baby, so would you like to go to the movies tonight?" Rodney asked, deliberately testing Megan and putting her on the spot.

"I'd love to go to the movies with you!" Megan said, adding "You can pick the movie. Anything is fine, but I do love romantic comedies. My friend, Heather, is working the ticket window at the movie-plex. She'll see us standing in line and she'll wonder what's going on, then when we buy our tickets I'll give you a big kiss in front of her! By Monday morning everyone in school will know that we're dating!"

Rodney kissed Megan passionately, then said softly, "I'll pick you up at seven."

"Oh shit," Megan said as a serious look took over her face. "I'm going to need some time to break this to my mother. She's still having a hard time accepting that Chelsea and Jennifer and my Aunt Katie all went black and now they're carrying black babies. She's going to shit a brick when she finds out I've gone black too. Just for now, honey, pick me up in front of my house instead of coming to the door."

"Okay Megan," Rodney said. Then he started smiling and said, "You know, I'm going to have to break it to my mom that I'm dating a white girl!"

"After the movie," Rodney said, "I'll take you over to my brother's place and fuck your ears off!"

Megan smiled wide and said, "That sounds like a perfect date to me! But, how about you fuck me right now, before my aunt and uncle get home."

Megan shifted around in the bed to bring her face to Rodney's cock. She pressed her nose into his fluffy black public hair and inhaled deeply, taking in his musky odor, which she really enjoyed. She thought to herself that Rodney smelled like a man should smell. That alone was enough to make her want to mate with him. She lifted his cock and began kissing his ball sack, marveling again at the size and dark color of his sperm-packed testicles. Rodney moaned quietly. She ran her tongue up the length of his penis and repeatedly kissed his cockhead, finally taking it into her mouth. With her lips she could feel it gaining size. As she began to suck and stroke the cock with her mouth and tongue, Megan thought to herself "what if my dad could see me now?" and she actually took some guilty pleasure in the fact that she was giving a blow job to a black person.

Rodney shifted her torso to give him access to her vagina. With his tongue, he pushed past her pussy lips and began to tickle her clit. Megan moaned, signaling her complete approval. After engaging in oral sex for several minutes, Megan started cumming hard and let Rodney's cock slip out of her mouth as she squealed "Ooohhh, Ooohh, Oohhh."

Rodney took hold of Megan and pulled her around to face him on her side. Lifting one of her legs, Rodney said, "I've got to poke my cock into you."

"Yeah," Megan uttered, "Put it in me!"

Rodney then entered Megan with his cock, finding that her tight pussy was extremely wet and welcoming. 

It was Megan's first time getting fucked on her side and she loved it as she pushed herself toward Rodney's big black cock and embraced him tightly. Rodney began ramming Megan with his cock and she fell into the rhythm with him. He grunted and she came three times. 

Rodney then nudged Megan onto her back and entered her missionary style. Megan had not yet found a fucking position that she didn't like, but the old-fashioned basic missionary was presently her favorite because she was able to wrap her legs around her lover and could kiss his mouth as he pumped her. 

In the throes of yet another orgasm, Megan let loose with a string of profanities. "Oh fuck, Rodney! Fucking fuck me with your fucking cock in my fucking cunt! Oh fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Ohhhhhh fuck!"

Rodney looked Megan in the face and told her he loved fucking her and making her happy.

Meanwhile, a few miles away across town, the black bull that Katie had spent the night fucking (as Bill watched) got up early for work. Katie and Bill got dressed, left the bull's place and drove home. They quietly entered their home, not wanting to wake Chelsea, and Bill went straight to bed to catch a couple more hours of sleep. Katie heard noises, she thought from Chelsea's bedroom, and quietly approached. When she got to Chelsea's room, Katie discovered the noises were actually coming from the guest room. She heard a female moaning "fuck me, fuck me with your big black nigger cock. Don't ever stop fucking me!"

Katie then recalled that her niece Megan was spending the night. Katie got a thrill thinking that her sister's sweet little red-headed teen was on the other side of the door, taking a black cock in her pussy, no different than her and her daughters!

In the bedroom, Rodney and Megan fucked feverishly. Rodney asked, "Can I cum inside you again? I'm getting real close."

"Yes, yes!" Megan said, "You don't have to ask me. I want your cum. I love it when you shoot your cum into my belly."

Megan secretly figured she was still safe from pregnancy since she was now in the third day of her cycle and would not be ovulating. Of course, she didn't take into account that Rodney's potent black sperm could still be viable and seeking to fertilize her egg for five days, stretching the risk to day eight. If Megan were to ovulate early she could, as she said previously, "wind up looking like Chelsea."

"Oh fuck," Rodney grunted. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh!" as he shoved his cock as far into Megan as it would go and emptied his nuts.

Katie heard the loud sounds of Rodney cumming as she stood in the hallway. She smiled to herself and figured the couple would emerge soon to use the bathroom.

Katie had positioned herself in the hall, between the guestroom and the bath. Sure enough, in a few minutes, the door opened and a bare-naked Megan emerged, giggling, with equally nude Rodney behind her, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her milk-white tits with his jet black hands as they both stumbled into the hall.

"Good morning Megan!" Katie said, grinning ear-to-ear. 

"Aaaahhh!" Megan screamed, startled to find her aunt staring at her and her new lover. Megan immediately covered her boobs with her right hand and arm and covered her sloppy pussy with her left hand. Rodney dropped his left hand to half-cover his big black cock.

"Aunt Katie, I didn't know you'd be home so early!" Megan said, stating the obvious. "I can explain."

"Oh, good!" Katie chuckled, "I'm all ears, go ahead and explain."

Megan knew there really was nothing to explain and she was busted. Out of sheer nervousness and shock, she started laughing and was joined by Katie and Rodney. 

Katie then told her niece, "Uh, Megan, it looks like you're dripping cum on my floor. Be careful not to slip on the puddle. There are clean towels under the bathroom sink if you two kids want to take a shower. I'm going to bed. I didn't sleep much last night. When you're pregnant, Megan honey, you need plenty of rest."

Without saying another word, Megan and Rodney scooted into the bathroom, then started laughing and looking at their reflections in the big bathroom mirror.

"My pussy really is a mess," Megan said, looking at the globs of semen that were oozing out of her as she and Rodney faced the mirror. She then hugged him tight and kissed him passionately, peeking into the mirror and admiring the reflection of the big black guy and the petite white girl.

Megan then went to the tub and turned the water on, switching the diverter to start the shower. Megan and Rodney stepped into the tub and took turns washing each other, with her rubbing white soap all over his black body, and he returning the favor, making extra sure to get her tits squeaky clean. After their shower, they both dried each other off, then wrapped the towels around themselves and dashed back into the bedroom to get dressed. 

"I'm going to take off now," Rodney told Megan. "I'll pick you up at seven o'clock."

After one more long kiss, Rodney left the bedroom and headed out the front door, not even noticing that Chelsea was making coffee in the kitchen.

Megan smelled the coffee and walked into the kitchen, saying good morning to her cousin with a big grin that told Chelsea she could not be happier.

Chelsea was wearing the "black baby inside" top that her sister, Jen, gave her at her baby shower. Megan complimented Chelsea, saying it looked so cute on her.

"Thanks, Megan," Chelsea said, "My mom is going to wear hers too when we go to the mall today. Maybe I'll loan it to you someday!"

Megan just smiled and Chelsea began to speak again.

"Well, tell me, was his big black cock everything I said it would be? And, what I really want to know is, did he cum in you?" Chelsea asked anxiously.

"Yeah, he did," Megan admitted, still smiling. "Twice."

Chelsea gave Megan a big hug, pressing her baby belly against Megan's tiny waist, and she grinned as she said, "Ah Megan, welcome to the club!"



Sisters' Misters Ch. 08



This expanded chapter involves 18-year-old Megan and her 42-year-old mother, Karen, plus Megan's black-bred cousins, Chelsea, 18, and Jennifer, 22, along with their similarly pregnant mother, Katie, 40, (Karen's sister and Megan's aunt), and Katie/Chelsea's husband/father Bill. 

Eight different but ultimately related events are described in subtitled sections. 

***** 

Chelsea and Katie contemplate 

On Sunday morning, one day after Cousin Megan's "sleepover - when she twice got fucked by her new black boyfriend - Katie and Chelsea were sitting at their kitchen table, sipping coffee and sharing an English muffin. Both were wearing bathrobes, their favorite attire at home since robes were much more comfortable than clothing in their advanced stages of pregnancy. 

Chelsea pulled her drawstring and let her robe fall open, exposing her bulging belly and bloated boobs. Chelsea and Katie were accustomed to seeing each other nude, both with and without a black cock inserted. Katie opened her robe too, smiling, shaking her head a bit, and letting out a sigh. 

Looking at Chelsea, Katie said, "I don't how much bigger you can get, young lady. You're already huge and your boobs are a lot bigger than mine." 

"Well I'm not surprised, Mom," Chelsea responded. "I'm a lot further along than you are. I got pregnant before you did, remember?" 

"Who would have ever thought that we'd be sitting here," Katie said, "Both of us knocked up." 

"And both of us carrying black babies," Chelsea added. "I'm too young to be pregnant and you're too old, but we're pregnant just the same!" 

Katie said, "There's no better feeling on Earth than taking a big black cock in your pussy, but it won't be so much fun pushing a big black baby out of it!" 

"We can thank your sister, Jennifer, for this," Katie continued, rubbing her rotund baby bump. "If she hadn't gotten so hooked on big black cock she wouldn't have arranged for both of us to get black-fucked too. That was our downfall!" 

"I'm not sure if we should thank Jennifer or blame her!" Chelsea said, causing her mother to laugh. 

"Either way, the result's the same!" Katie said. "We're both fucked! We're ruined! I know I'll never settle for a little white dick again and I don't believe you will either. It's a good thing that your father has adjusted. He's content to just watch me get fucked and then lap the cum out of my pussy with his tongue. The other night one of my bulls invited him to suck the last few drops out of his cock. That's the first time I ever saw your father with a big black cock in his mouth and he seemed to really like it." 

"I don't know if any of my black boyfriends will let Daddy clean them up, but I'll have to see about it!" Chelsea said with a grin. 

"It looks like your Cousin Megan will be following the family tradition and getting herself black-bred soon," Katie said. 

"Gee, do you really think so?" Chelsea asked with a hint of sarcasm. 

"There's no doubt about it as far as I'm concerned," Katie declared. "I saw her right after she fucked her new boyfriend and her pussy was just dripping nigger cum!" 

"I guess you're right, Mom," Chelsea said. "Megan admitted to me that Rodney came in her pussy twice. A couple more servings of that black baby batter and Megan will be looking just like us!" Chelsea giggled, patting her big belly as she spoke. 

"Oh yeah, mark my words," Katie said, "By the time she finishes high school Megan's graduation gown will be covering her very own baby bump. My sister Karen will be so pissed off when her darling daughter winds up pregnant! Don't say anything, but I'm actually looking forward to Megan being knocked up with a black baby!" 

Katie and Chelsea both gleefully laughed out loud and each took another sip of coffee. 

"Stop and think," Katie stated. "In another generation our family will go from being white people to being black." 

More like Megan 

Megan became a bit of an unwitting trendsetter. By the time the senior prom rolled around several mixed couples were posing for pictures. Among the girls who had gone black were her friend, Heather, from the movie-plex, and her BFF Courtney, who just happened to be the high school principal's daughter. 

Megan was secretly proud of the role she played in persuading Heather and Courtney to go black. Both of them got curious about interracial sex after seeing Megan with Rodney. Megan convinced them both to "at least go on a date or two" with a black boy. Naturally, they were quickly converted. Heather's conversion was perhaps a little too fast and too complete because she became pregnant with a black baby on her first dark date - the first time she ever took a big black cock in her pussy. Courtney had been fairly promiscuous since her sophomore year and her mother had gotten her started on birth control pills as soon as she discovered she was sexually active. The pill was the only thing that kept Courtney from being bred black. 

Rodney meets Mom 

After years of suppressing and keeping secret her attraction and affection for black boys and black culture, Megan was now happily embracing it. She didn't care if everyone knew she had gone black; everyone except for her mother, Karen. Megan had managed to avoid telling her mother about Rodney but she knew her mom would find out sooner or later. 

The shit hit the fan on a Friday afternoon. Megan was sitting on the living room couch, sipping a Coke and playing a game on her iPad when her mother got home. Karen walked in, put her purse down and told Megan they needed to talk. 

"I'm in the middle of a game," Megan said, tapping her iPad and not even looking up. 

"Pause the game!" Karen ordered loudly. 

"Megan, I noticed that your boyfriend, Bradley, hasn't been around for a while. Are you still dating him?" Karen asked, anticipating that the answer would be 'no'. 

"No, Bradley and I split up," Megan answered nonchalantly. 

"That's too bad," Karen began. "Bradley is such a nice boy, from a good family. He'll be a doctor someday, like his father. That's the kind of husband that every girl dreams of." 

"Well, not me," Megan stated, slightly irritated. "He's just not my type." 

"Not your type," Karen said, "I'm afraid to ask what 'your type' is. My friend saw you with a black boy the other day." 

"That had to be Rodney," Megan said, "He's my friend." 

"From what I hear you were holding hands and looking very cozy with each other," Karen stated. 

"Okay, if you must know, Rodney is my boyfriend," Megan shot back. 

"Oh my god," Karen shouted, "Don't say that! Why on Earth would you want a black boyfriend?! Did your slutty little cousin talk you into going out with a black boy?" 

"No, Mother!" Megan shouted back. "Chelsea didn't talk me into it and you're not going to talk me out of it! I'm dating a black boy now, so get used to it!" 

Megan and Karen glared at each other for a few moments, then Megan said, "Rodney is picking me up tonight. You can meet him then. We're going to the church carnival." 

"Oh no!" Karen shouted again. "Heaven forbid! Why are doing this to me? Everyone we know will be at that carnival! People will see you two! I'll give you money and you can take Rodney out to dinner and to a movie or bowling or something." 

"No, mother!" Megan reiterated. "We're going to the carnival and I hope everyone see us! I'll go out of my way to find people that we know!" 

In desperation, Karen tried to lay a guilt trip on Megan. 

"Your poor father must be rolling over in his grave," Karen said as sadly as she could. "He loved you so much. He was a good man and he didn't believe in mixing the races. He used to call white girls who dated black boys 'mudsharks', if you remember." 

"Yes, mom, I remember," Megan said. "I guess you can call me a mudshark, but I'm going to go out with Rodney and you're going to meet him tonight." 

Megan got off the couch and went to her bedroom, where she called Rodney and gave him the rundown, asking him to come to their front door at 6 pm and to be prepared for the worst. 

Rodney arrived promptly at 6 o'clock and knocked on the door. Megan and Karen had been waiting for him to arrive. Neither one had spoken to the other. 

When Rodney stepped into the house Megan threw her arms around his neck and gave him a big kiss on the lips, making it extra passionate for her mother to see. 

Karen was instantly repulsed. 

"Whoa!" Rodney said with a smile. "I'm happy to see you too!" 

Then, still embracing Rodney with both arms, Megan said, "Mom, this is my boyfriend, Rodney. Rodney, this is my mother." 

"I'm happy to meet you, ma'am," Rodney said politely. 

"Likewise, I'm sure," Karen said dryly. 

"Hey, Rodney," Karen began, "I told Megan that I want to treat you both to a nice dinner, anywhere you'd like. It'll be a lot better than that noisy, crowded church carnival. Let me grab my purse." 

"Oh, that's really nice of you, ma'am," Rodney said, "but we'll have to take a rain check on the dinner. "We're meeting another couple at the carnival and we'll just grab some corndogs or something." 

Karen was not happy to hear Rodney refer to himself and Megan as a couple. 

Karen became very serious and looked Rodney in the eye, then said, "Well, let me tell you something, young man. Megan is my only child. She's a very special girl and I expect you to treat her with respect." 

"Oh yes, Ma'am," Rodney responded. "Megan is the most special, most beautiful girl I've ever met. Don't worry, I'll take good care of her." 

Megan then hugged Rodney tight and said to him, "Ah, darling, that is so sweet!" Then she gave him a huge open mouth kiss as a thank you. 

Karen's stomach turned when she saw the kiss and heard her daughter call this Negro "darling." 

Rodney and Megan then said goodbye to Karen, with Megan telling her "don't wait up" as they exited the house. 

Karen sat down on the couch and cried. 

Tattoo or two 

Megan sent a text message to her Cousin Chelsea, saying for her to call if she wasn't busy. Megan's cell phone rang with a call from Chelsea a minute later. 

"Hey Chelsea," Megan said, answering the call, "What are you up to?" 

"I'm sitting here, pregnant, and feeling like a beached whale," Chelsea said, "What are you doing?" 

"I'm working up my nerve to go to the tattoo parlor," Megan said, "Do you have time to go with me?" 

"Sure!" Chelsea answered, "I'd love to go and watch you get tortured with a hundred bee stings! What kind of tattoo are you getting?" 

"Well, it's not very original, but I've decided to get a Queen of Spades on my ankle, just like you and Jennifer and Aunt Katie have," Megan stated. 

"That's awesome! My sister and my mother will be so happy that you decided to mark yourself the same way. You're telling all the kids at school, and the whole world really, that you've chosen black guys over white. It means a lot to us, but your mom is going to be super pissed!" Chelsea declared. 

"I hope so!" Megan said, chuckling. "And, if I can stand it, I might get a second tattoo on my other leg - something I've had in mind for a while." 

"I love my Spades tattoo," Chelsea said. "I'm definitely going to get more ink. I want to get a full sleeve on my left arm and maybe a rose or a heart on my boob, but I'll have to wait until it's back to normal size!" 

Chelsea added, "I also want to talk to them about getting my nipples pierced too. My sister Jen and I are going to get nipple rings after our babies are weaned. 

"Maybe I'll get my nipples done too when you and Jen go for it!" Megan said happily. 

"I'll see you in a few minutes and we'll head over to the tattoo shop," Chelsea said before ending the call. 

Megan and Chelsea drove to the tattoo parlor and Megan told the tattoo artist she wanted a Queen of Spades just like her pregnant cousin's. Chelsea got some ideas for the full sleeve tattoo that she wanted to cover her arm and Megan worked with the artist to design the second tattoo that she wanted on her right calf. 

It took a while, and Megan did a fair amount of wincing and whining about the pain, but eventually the cousins left the tattoo parlor with two matching tattoos each. 

Megan had the Queen of Spades permanently applied to the area just above her left ankle and both she and Chelsea got a new tattoo on their right calves. It was a twisting shark, done in brown ink and outlined in black. Megan called it her mudshark. 

Smoking, not joking 

One night, Rodney and Megan went out to Applebee's to get a bite to eat. Megan loved walking into a restaurant, holding Rodney's hand, and drawing glances, many unapproving, from people who saw the pretty white redhead with the big black guy. She liked to sit next to him in a booth and would lean on him and kiss him when she knew people were watching. 

After their meal, Rodney drove Megan over to his older brother Reggie's apartment, mostly because they had no place better to go, and because they might be able to fuck there. 

It was a rental apartment building, not in the best neighborhood but not in the ghetto either. Most of the people who lived there were black. Megan had no problem being around black people. She was always treated like a special guest and she enjoyed the way that black guys were always flirting with her. Megan was a little naïve while Rodney knew that he had something that every black guy wanted - a beautiful white girl who would fuck - and he was very protective of her. 

Rodney and Megan knocked on Reggie's door and he answered and invited them in. Two other black guys were there too. Rodney didn't know them and immediately thought they appeared thuggish. Rodney was uncomfortable with them, but he and Megan stepped inside and sat on the couch, across from Reggie and the thugs. 

One of the thugs pulled out a pack of Newport 100s, tapping one cigarette out for himself, and then extending the pack to offer one to Megan. 

"Do you mind if I smoke, Rodney honey?" Megan asked, causing Rodney to turn his head toward her in surprise. 

"No, go right ahead," Rodney responded, then he said, "But I had no idea that you smoked. 

"Well, I don't, usually," Megan said somewhat timidly, "But I like to smoke once in a while." 

Megan reached toward the pack of Newports and extracted a cigarette with her painted nails, then held it between her fingers, waiting for a light. 

Megan felt like some explanation was in order, so she said, "My father smoked when I was a kid and I used to sneak one of his now and then. I'd puff on it in front of the bathroom mirror when I was home alone." 

The guy who offered Megan a cigarette then leaned toward her and flicked his lighter in front of her face. Megan dangled the cigarette between her lips and leaned in to accept the light. She inhaled deeply and blew out a long plume of smoke. 

"That's nice. Thank you," Megan said politely, then with all eyes and ears focused on her, she continued to explain her smoking. 

"So, a couple years ago, when I was 16, I dated a guy who smoked," Megan explained. "He taught me to inhale and I really liked smoking after that. We went together for a few months and I smoked every time we went out. He wanted me to smoke a lot because he always thought I looked real sexy doing it," Megan chuckled. 

Megan took another deep drag on her cigarette, pointed her chin up and blew the smoke toward the ceiling. Rodney was amazed to see how adept Megan was at smoking. 

Megan continued, "My mom and dad never knew I was smoking and when I broke up with that guy I quit, although I still smoke from time to time, like now. But I won't let myself buy a pack because I know I'd be a totally-hooked chain smoker in no time and I don't want that to happen." 

"I wonder if I can still blow smoke rings," Megan said. She theatrically sat up straight and took a long drag on her cigarette, causing her breasts to stand out nicely. Then she opened her mouth big and round and puffed out four perfect smoke rings. 

Reggie and the other guys all chuckled. They were watching Megan, and Rodney was watching them, and he noticed when the two thug-like guys nudged each other with their elbows. Rodney instinctively sensed that they were looking at Megan's smoke ring trick and were picturing her widely-parted pink lips wrapping around their black cocks. 

Megan took another leisurely drag and exhaled through her nose, sending twin jet streams of smoke toward her lap. 

Rodney stood up and said, "Well, we've got to get going." 

Reggie said, "You just got here, bro. Stick around. We're going to smoke some weed." 

"Weed?" Megan asked, somewhat anxiously. 

"No, we've got to go," Rodney stated firmly. "Megan, you can finish your cigarette on the way. With that, Rodney took Megan's left hand - her cigarette was in her right - brought her to her feet and led her out the door. 

Rodney walked briskly as they headed toward his car. Megan was trying to figure out why they had to leave so quickly. 

When they got to the car, Megan leaned against it, took another drag off her cigarette, and then asked Rodney, "Did you want to go because of the weed?" sputtering out smoke with every word that she spoke. 

"No, that's not it, baby," Rodney explained. "I can score weed any time if you want to smoke some. I had to get you out of there. Those guys wanted to get us both high so they could fuck you in a gang bang." 

A chill ran up Megan's spine, and her pussy twitched, as she imagined herself with a big black cock in her pussy, another in her mouth and one more in each hand. 

Megan was shaken and took a final long drag on her cigarette before she dropped the butt on the ground and stepped on it while exhaling a thick cloud of smoke into the night air. 

Then, embracing Rodney as she leaned her back against his car, Megan said, "I love you, sweetheart, for protecting me. I love you - period." 

Hearing Megan say "I love you" made Rodney's heart soar. But, he wasn't quite ready to repeat the words to her, so he leaned in to give her a big kiss instead. Megan's lingering tobacco breath made the kiss less than sweet and he broke it off after a few seconds and told Megan he had chewing gum in the car. 

"Oh, I'm so sorry honey," Megan said profusely, "my mouth must taste like an ashtray to you." 

Megan hopped into the car and scrambled to get some gum. 

"Where do you want to go now?" Rodney asked. 

"Well, my Cousin Chelsea says Aunt Katie told her I can use their guestroom any time I want," Megan said. "They seem to really be in favor of me having sex with you!" 

"I'll text Chelsea now to make sure it's okay," Megan said while tapping her cellphone's keypad. 

Sex in the guest room 

It was about 9:30 pm when Megan and Rodney arrived at the home of Aunt Katie and Cousin Chelsea. 

Chelsea met them both at the door. She was wearing her bathrobe. The sash was knotted just above her swelling belly. Chelsea hugged Megan and Rodney. 

"Damn, Chelsea," Rodney said, "you're getting bigger every day! 

"That's what's supposed to happen when you're pregnant!" Chelsea said, smiling. Now, don't you think Megan would look cute with a big belly like mine?!" 

"Megan would look beautiful," Rodney said, "But bite your tongue! I'm not ready to be a baby daddy yet!" 

At that moment, they all heard moaning and shouts of "fuck me" coming from Aunt Katie and Uncle Bill's room. 

"Well, it sounds like your parents are having a good time in there," Megan said, chuckling. Megan and Rodney didn't know that Katie was actually getting fucked by one of her black bulls and Bill was capturing the action on video. 

"Oh yeah," Chelsea chuckled, "they're enjoying themselves alright!" 

"You're sure that Aunt Katie doesn't mind us using the guest room?" Megan asked Chelsea. 




Sisters' Misters Ch. 08



"Totally," Chelsea answered. My mom said any time you two get horny you're welcome to come here and fuck to your heart's content." 

Chelsea then told Megan, "I kind of feel like you two belong here. After all, Megan, this is where you had your first 'date' with Rodney because you were afraid to be seen in public with a black boy, even though you had the hots for him!" 

"Well, I've gotten over that!" Megan said, "Although I still haven't worked up the nerve to tell my mom that I've gone black, just like you and Jennifer and Aunt Katie. But, she'll find out soon enough." 

Chelsea said she was going to go to her bedroom to watch TV and fall asleep. She asked Megan and Rodney to lock the front door behind them when they left, since they couldn't stay the night. Megan gave Chelsea another hug and thanked her again for letting them use the guest bed. 

Megan then took Rodney by the hand and led him down the hall. 

When they got to the guest room, Megan and Rodney embraced each other and kissed long and hard. Then, as Rodney began to undress Megan, she spoke. 

"It's kind of funny, honey," Megan began, "But Aunt Katie used to be just like my mother, straight-laced and sort of a racist. She didn't have any use for black people. They were both raised the same way and Aunt Katie is only two years younger than my mom. But, after Aunt Katie got fucked by that black guy that Cousin Jennifer set her up with, everything changed. Now she's happy to be knocked up with a black baby and she's really glad that both of her daughters are too. She'd probably like to see me carrying a black baby. 

We seriously need to think about being more careful, after tonight. Like you said, you don't want to be my baby daddy just yet. But tonight, Sweetheart, I want you to fuck me hard and pump me full of your cum!" 

As they embraced, Rodney ran the fingers of both hands through Megan's long red hair. 

"I love your hair, baby" Rodney said. It's so soft and smooth, just perfect, like the rest of you." 

Megan ran her fingers through Rodney's bristly black hair and said, "I love your hair too. It's perfect on you." 

Rodney said, "I heard a joke once that God gave black guys big cocks to make up for ruining their hair!" 

Megan laughed and said, Well, I have to admit that I love your big black cock more than your black hair!" 

"And I love your pretty pink pussy," Rodney said as he wrapped his arms around Megan's naked body and squeezed her tight. 

The young lovers then began kissing passionately and fell back onto the bed. 

Rodney worked his way down to Megan's tits and began sucking on her nipples, stretching them out with his lips. Megan purred. 

Rodney then planted little kisses along Megan's body until he reached her pussy. He kissed it and began to tickle her clit with his tongue as he swung his body around to bring his cock to Megan's face. Megan kissed and licked his cock, becoming even more aroused by the color and texture and smell. Then she took Rodney's big balls into her mouth, one at a time. Rodney groaned with pleasure. 

Megan thought again about all the black sperm that those balls were storing for her, sperm that would soon be wiggling around deep inside her, determined to find her egg, to invade it and fertilize it. 

Megan's thoughts were interrupted by her first orgasm of the night. 

"Ooooh, Honey," Megan said loudly, "You're making me cum already!" 

"Sweetheart," Megan said, "I'm ready to fuck you!" 

Megan sat up and shifted Rodney around on the sheets, making it clear that she was taking charge and she was going to get on top and ride him. Megan took Rodney's cock in one hand and positioned it at her pussy's entrance, then slowly impaled herself. 

With all the fucking they had done, Megan's pussy had adjusted well and was stretched to the point where she could take a big cock fairly easily. 

"I love how your pretty pussy is so soft and wet and warm," Rodney whispered to Megan. 

"I love how you fill my pussy with your big black cock," Megan responded. "I swear I can feel every inch of it. When you shove your cock into me it's the best feeling in the world." 

Then, with a smile, Megan asked Rodney, "Have I told you today that I love your cock?" 

"Not half as much as I love your pussy," Rodney said, romantically. 

Megan said, "I can't believe how easy it is for me to cum when you slide your cock in and out of me. You make me cum so good!" 

Megan screamed "Ooohh geez! Ooooohh!" as she came again. 

Megan and Rodney got into a smooth rhythm as she bounced up and down on his cock, keeping it up for several minutes and cumming a couple more times. Rodney could feel that he was about to climax. He had stopped asking Megan if he could cum in her pussy. Sometimes he would verbally tell Megan he was going to cum, and sometimes he warned her by the way he always tensed up and thrust his cock as deep into her as he could just before he let loose. 

Because Megan had mentioned the need to be more careful, Rodney wanted a green light from her, so he asked "Can I cum in you, baby?" 

"Yes! Yes!" Megan cried, "Do it! Cum in me, Sweetheart!" 

"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh," Rodney grunted as his cock spurted deep inside Megan, again and again. 

After a minute, Rodney and Megan smiled and stretched to kiss each other, then Rodney spoke first. 

"I love cumming inside you," Rodney said, "I just love shooting my cum deep into your belly, but I hold off as long as I can because fucking you feels so fucking good!" 

"I love feeling you cum in me," Megan said. "I think maybe I love it too much." 

Megan and Rodney stayed in position after he came, her on top of him, his big black cock lodged deep in her pussy, his cum flowing down her inner walls from the high point where he shot his load. They kissed repeatedly while catching their breath. 

Megan began to speak. 

"Sweetheart, I'm going to start ovulating any day now - I hope I haven't already - so you really shouldn't cum in me for a week or so. I love feeling your cum shoot into me, but I don't want to push our luck. 

I would love for you to make me pregnant. I'd love to see my tummy swelling and growing with our black baby inside - when the time comes, just not right now. I've been thinking about what we can do so that I don't get a big belly like Chelsea has, as much she'd like me to! 

I'm thinking about going on the pill, but I'm worried that my mom will find out and we'll have World War III with her. I'm under her insurance, so there are copays with the doctor and the pharmacy and she goes over every bill and every statement.  

We could use condoms, but I know you don't want to and I don't really want to either." 

Megan reached into her pussy, easing her fingers past Rodney's slowly shrinking cock, and coating her fingers with his cum. Then she slid her fingers into her mouth and licked the jizz off. 

"Mmmmm," Megan exaggerated. "Tastes like white chocolate pudding! You can always cum in my mouth instead of my pussy. I'll take all your cum on my tongue and I'll show it to you before I swallow it! That would be fun, honey, wouldn't it?" 

Rodney smiled and nodded his head. 

Megan then reached into her pussy again and took another big glob of cum on her fingers and smeared it on her bare breasts. 

"You could jerk yourself off when you're ready and then rub your cum all over my tits," Megan suggested. 

Megan continued to wipe Rodney's creamy semen around her breasts and over her nipples, then she joked, "This isn't going to turn my skin black, is it?!" 

Megan continued, "We could even try anal sex. Your cock feels so fucking good in my pussy, and I've never cared much for the idea of taking it in my ass, but we could try it some time when I'm, you know, extra fertile. Maybe we'll really get into anal if we give it a chance! 

Rodney spoke then, "I don't think my big cock is going to squeeze into your tight little asshole, but we can try it. I just love your ass!" 

Rodney gave Megan's ass cheek a loud and playful smack with his big hand. 

"Megan kissed Rodney again and told him, "I love you so much, and I love the way you fuck me; it's just that we have to be a little more careful, sweetheart." 

Megan had the right idea, but being "a little more careful" was not very careful at all. 

Caught in the act. 

For the next few weeks, Megan and Rodney fell into a pleasant and pleasurable routine. Almost every day, after school, Rodney drove Megan home and then followed her into the house and into her bedroom for a rousing round of lovemaking. Megan's mother, Karen, got off work at five o'clock and would arrive home at 5:20, give or take a minute. If Megan and Rodney got to the house at 3:45 they would have over an hour to fuck each other. Rodney would then leave the house at five, giving Megan time to get back in her clothes and straighten out her bed before her mother got there. 

One day, as Rodney and Megan pulled into the driveway, the nosy neighbor, Mrs. Wagner, was out in front of the house, walking her dog on a leash. 

"Oh hi Megan," the neighbor woman said, moseying toward her and Rodney as they exited the car. 

"I was wondering whose car it was that I've been seeing every afternoon," Mrs. Wagner said. "Is this young man a friend of yours, Megan?" 

"Yes, Mrs. Wagner," Megan said, "this is Rodney. We have a couple of classes together and I've been helping him with his homework." 

"Oh that is so nice of you, Megan!" Mrs. Wagner said. 

"Yeah, well we have some tough equations to work on, so we better hit the books," Megan said. "See you later Mrs. Wagner." 

After they entered the house, Rodney grabbed Megan in his arms and kissed her, as he always did when they entered their love nest. Then Rodney asked Megan, "Do you think she bought the homework story?" 

"No," Megan answered, adding, "That nosy bitch has probably been watching us for days. 

Not wanting to waste any more time, Megan led the way to her bedroom and began taking off her top and bra, continuing to talk about the neighbor as she stripped. 

"She'll tell my mother, without a doubt, that I've been coming home with a black guy who comes into the house for an hour and leaves right before she gets home." 

"That damn bitch should mind her own business!" Megan said angrily. 

"What are you going to do, baby?" Rodney asked. "What are we going to do?" 

At that point, Rodney and Megan were both naked and hugging each other. 

"Well, I'm not going to stop fucking you, I'll tell you that!" Megan said, breaking into a smile. "I love you, honey, and no one is going to stop me from fucking you every chance I get!" 

Rodney and Megan then fell onto the bed and began to engage in their favorite forms of foreplay. They had a successful fuck session, inasmuch as Megan came several times and Rodney shot a major load of cum into her pussy, but they were both preoccupied by thoughts of their encounter with the neighbor and the possible repercussions. 

The next day, Rodney and Megan decided to forgo their usual afternoon delight. Rodney dropped Megan off at 3:45 but didn't park his car. Megan talked with Rodney on the phone and masturbated, alone in the house until Karen got home. 

When her mother said nothing about Rodney's visits, Megan began to wonder whether nosy Mrs. Wagner actually had believed the homework story. Maybe she didn't say anything, Megan thought, and hoped. 

The next afternoon, as they drove out of the school parking lot, Megan reached over and put her hand on Rodney's crotch, stroking his cock. 

"I'm going to make up for yesterday when we get to my house," Megan told Rodney. 

"Aren't you worried about the neighbor lady anymore?" Rodney asked. 

"No," Megan said, "I've decided I'm not going to worry about her or anyone else. I'm not going to let you stop fucking me, not today or any other day. I love you too much, sweetheart." 

When they got to Megan's home Rodney parked his car and the two went inside. After their usual embrace and kissing at the threshold, they went to Megan's bedroom and began undressing each other. They then climbed onto the bed and assumed the 69 position. Rodney tickled Megan's clit with his tongue action, causing her to cum as she hungrily swallowed his big black cock in her mouth, bringing loud moans from him. 

Megan then positioned herself, doggie style, at the edge of the bed and waited for Rodney to slide his cock into her pussy from behind, which he promptly did. 

"Yes! Yes!" Megan shouted. "Oh yes, fuck me with your big black cock! Ooh, I love it when you fuck me this way!" 

Boom! Boom! Boom! There was suddenly a pounding on the bedroom door. 

"Megan!" her mother shouted as she pounded on the door some more. "Open this door! What are you two doing in there?!" 

Megan had closed her bedroom door but she hadn't locked it. When Karen turned the doorknob, the door opened. She wasn't at all prepared for the eyeful that she got. 

Megan was stark naked, on her knees and elbows, at the edge of the mattress, her long red hair cascading over her smooth bare shoulders, her perfect boobs hanging and swinging in midair, a few inches above the sheets. Rodney was on his feet, his dark muscular body equally nude. His cock was buried deep in Megan's pussy while his black hands held her hips. When Rodney heard the pounding and saw the door opening, he immediately dismounted and turned toward the intrusion. Karen, standing barely three feet away, got a close-up view of Rodney's fully erect, thick, eight-inch-long black cock, glistening with Megan's juices. 

"Oh my god!" Karen gasped before running from the room in shock. 

Rodney's stiff cock went limp in an instant. He stepped toward the open door and pushed it closed. Megan sat on the bed, wheezing with anxiety and listening for any sound, but there was none. Rodney and Megan then cuddled and hugged. They were both too shocked and scared to have sex, but they held each other tight. Megan started to cry and Rodney did his best to comfort her. 

After a few minutes, Rodney got up and got dressed. Megan curled up in a fetal position. Rodney nudged her to get up and compose herself. Megan slipped her bra and panties back on and slowly continued to dress herself. 

As Rodney headed for the door, Megan stopped him and hugged him, then said, "Don't say anything to her, Sweetheart. I'll call you later. I love you." 

Rodney exited the bedroom and walked quickly toward the front door. 

Karen was talking on the phone, but she paused long enough to yell, "That's it, get out of my house!" 

As Rodney reached the front door and opened it Karen shouted, "You're in big trouble, mister!" 

Megan sat alone in her bedroom, gathering her thoughts and formulating what she was going to tell her mother when she went out to see her face-to-face. 

A few minutes later, Karen knocked gently on the bedroom door and said, "Megan, you need to come out here. There's someone here to talk to you." 

Megan opened the door and walked down the hall to the living room, where she saw her mother, standing there stone-faced, along with a uniformed police officer. 

"Officer, this is the victim," Karen said. "She's the girl who was raped." 

"What?!" Megan shouted. "You called the police? What the fuck is wrong with you, Mother?!" 

"Now calm down, Miss," the officer said. "Just settle down and let me ask you a few questions. "Your name is Megan, is that right?" 

"Yes sir, my name is Megan," she answered, adding "And I was not raped!" 

"Please, Megan, just answer my questions," the officer said. "How old are you?" 

"I'm 18 years old," Megan said, adding, "I'm an adult whether my mother likes it or not." 

"You're a high school kid!" Karen shouted. 

"Please ma'am," the officer said to Karen, "Let me talk to Megan. Now Megan, your mother told me about Rodney. How old is Rodney?" 

"Rodney is 18 too," Megan said. "He's an adult too, and we're in love, if that counts for anything." 

"You are not in love with him!" Karen shouted. "Don't say that!" 

Megan and the officer both ignored Karen's remarks. 

"Megan, did Rodney, at any time, force, or coerce, or pay you to have sex with him?" the officer asked. 

"No, absolutely not!" Megan said. "He was fucking me because I wanted him to!" 

The officer spoke matter-of-factly to Karen. "This is obviously mutual, consensual sexual activity between two consenting adults. It was not a rape. There was no crime committed." 

"It was a crime!" Karen insisted. My daughter would not have had sex with that boy if she had not been forced, or hypnotized, or drugged, or something!" 

"Mother, no one forced me to do it!" Megan yelled. "Can't you get it through your head that I love fucking Rodney?! I'm never going to stop fucking Rodney!" 

"Okay then," Karen said, "I want to press charges against Rodney for trespassing. I never have him permission to enter my house and bed my daughter!" 

The officer spoke again, directing his question to Megan, "Is this the address on your driver's license, Megan?" 

"Yes sir," Megan answered. "This is my address." 

The officer then told Karen, "This is Megan's domicile, her official residence. If she allowed Rodney to enter, and he did so without criminal intent, he was not trespassing." 

The policeman continued to address Karen, "I have to advise you, ma'am that making a false report of a crime is a crime in itself. You might not like your daughter's behavior but you can't dial 911 and expect us to change it, or to throw her lover in jail because you don't like him. I hope for everyone's sake that you and Megan can work this out and move forward." 

The officer then left the house. Karen and Megan went to their separate rooms and did not speak to each other for the rest of the day. 

Megan did speak to Rodney though, calling him on the phone to tell him about the police. He was worried at first, but was relieved when Megan told him that the police officer basically said they have a legal right to fuck each other! 

After that, Megan and Rodney resumed their afternoon romps in Megan's room. A few days later, as Rodney pulled into the driveway at 3:45 pm he and Megan saw the nosy neighbor, Mrs. Wagner, out front, pretending to check her mailbox. Megan held Rodney's hand and walked toward the woman. 

"Hello again, Mrs. Wagner," Megan said cheerfully to the neighbor. "Rodney and I don't have any homework today so we're just going to strip naked and fuck each other before my mom gets home! I thought you'd want to know." 

Megan and Rodney then went into the house and had some of the hottest sex ever. 

Testy test 

Megan was on the couch, watching TV, when her mother arrived at home. 

Holding a small package, Karen approached Megan and said, "I bought an early pregnancy test at the drug store. I want you to take it. It'll just take a few minutes." 

"Mom," Megan said emphatically, "I don't need to take a pregnancy test." 

"I think you do," Karen insisted. "We need to get you started on birth control if you're going to keep having sex with that black boy. I always hoped that you'd stay a virgin until your wedding day, but that cow is out of the barn now. If you can't control yourself, Megan, you can at least protect yourself. 

"Seriously Mom," Megan began, trying to keep her cool, "You saw Rodney's big black cock when you barged in on us that time. There aren't too many females who could ever resist a cock like that!" 

"Honestly, Megan, you're talking like a slut," Karen said, but in her mind, she knew that her young daughter was right. Etched in Karen's mind was the sight of Rodney's big, thick, long, wet, black-as-coal cock - the one she saw coming out of Megan's pussy when she caught her and Rodney in the act. 

Karen spoke to Megan again, "Now, getting back to birth control, young lady, you have to remember that condoms are not always reliable and, knowing how impetuous you are, you might get carried away some time and not use one (not realizing that Rodney had never used protection). You can put our minds at ease by just marching into the bathroom and peeing on this thing." 




Sisters' Misters Ch. 08



"I said I don't need it, Mother!" Megan said, raising her voice. 

"Why are you being such a pain?!" Karen asked. "I haven't seen any tampon wrappers in the trash can in quite a while. I don't believe you're having your period. Just take the darned test and I'll leave you alone." 

Megan got off the couch and stood in front of her mother, then she said, "Mom, I took one of those tests when I missed my period two months ago!" 

Then, with a hint of remorse in her tone, Megan said, "I really did try to be careful, most of the time." 

With one hand, Megan lifted the baggy shirt she was wearing and with the other hand she pulled her shorts down a couple of inches. Right around her belly button there was a small but very distinct protrusion or bulge on what had always been her flat stomach, something commonly referred to as a baby bump!



Sisters' Misters Ch. 09



**** Final score 

This chapter involves 18-year-old Megan and her 42-year-old mother, Karen, plus Megan's black-bred cousins, Chelsea, 18, and Jennifer, 22, along with their similarly pregnant mother, Katie, 40, (Karen's sister and Megan's aunt). 

Eight different but ultimately related events are described in subtitled sections. 

The chapter picks up where Chapter 8 ended with Megan revealing her pregnancy to her mother, Karen. 

***** 

Eighteen-year-old Megan stood there in the living room, hiking her shirt up and pulling her shorts down, to display her small but distinct baby bump for her 42-year-old mother, Karen, to see. It was indisputable evidence that the pregnancy test she took did, indeed, register a positive result. 

Karen moved closer to her daughter, running her hand across and pressing her fingers over her teen's torso. The protrusion on Megan's skinny waistline was no illusion; it was firm to the touch. Megan wasn't flabby, she was pregnant. 

"Oh Megan," Karen said, shaking her head, "how could you let this happen?! After seeing both your cousins and your aunt get knocked up, how could you do this?! Now you're pregnant too!" 

"I didn't plan to do it, Mom," Megan said as her eyes started to tear up, "It just happened, that's all!" 

"It didn't just happen!" Karen said angrily, "it happened because you let that nigger screw you like a whore! It won't be long before your belly gets big and everyone at school, and all over town, will know that you're pregnant. You'll get big and fat, then you'll be stuck with a little black bastard for the rest of your life!" 

"You don't get to call Rodney a nigger!" Megan shouted, "and this little black bastard is your grandchild, whether you like it or not!" 

"Does Rodney know that he got you pregnant?" Karen asked. "Do you think he even cares?" 

"Yes, he cares!" Megan said emphatically, "We love each other! I told Rodney that I'm late with my period, but I haven't told him yet that he's my baby-daddy." 

"My god, Megan," Karen said, "You're even talking like a nigger with that 'baby-daddy' bullshit!" 

As angry as she was with her mother, Megan needed her support and embraced Karen as she started to cry. Karen returned the embrace and cried as well. 

After a few minutes, Karen and Megan let go of each other. Karen wiped the tears from Megan's cheeks and promised they would talk a little later. Megan said she was going for a walk and would be back soon. 

Megan walked over to her Cousin Chelsea and Aunt Katie's house, doing her best to compose herself and put on a happy face before she arrived. When Megan knocked on the door, she forced herself to smile. Chelsea answered the door, wearing a pair of stretchy pants and a large maternity top that tented over her broadly ballooning belly. 

"Hey Megan," Chelsea said cheerfully, "what's up, Cuz?" 

"Oh, not much," Megan said, quickly revising her answer to say, "Well, a lot, really. I came over to see if I can borrow some of your clothes." 

"Oh sure!" Chelsea said with a smile. "You can borrow anything you'd like. It'll be a while before I can wear anything but these maternity clothes." 

"Actually," Megan began, "I was talking about your maternity clothes." 

Chelsea was dumbfounded for a moment, then her jaw dropped and she shrieked, "Oh my god! You mean you're pregnant?! Oh my god! That's so great! Congratulations!" 

Chelsea grabbed Megan in a big hug, pressing her baby belly between them. Then Chelsea began pulling up Megan's shirt and running her hand over her tummy. 

"Oh, yeah, I can feel it!" Chelsea shouted happily. "You've got a cute little baby bump already. You'll be showing in no time at all! It really grows fast! How far along are you?!" 

"I'm not sure," Megan said, smiling meekly, "I think about 12 weeks. I haven't been to the doctor yet. I don't really need any maternity clothes yet, but I guess I will soon enough." 

"Oh, you'll be surprised how soon you'll need bigger clothes!" Chelsea said, grinning. Then Chelsea pulled her top up to reveal her big bare belly and she said, "Just think, Megan, in another four or five months you'll look just like me! I can't wait to tell my sister Jen that you're knocked up too! That's four of us, all pregnant with black babies!" 

Chelsea then got serious and asked, "Have you told your mother? How is she going to handle it?" 

"I just told her," Megan said, fighting back more tears. "She is really pissed off. She basically said this is what I get for letting a nigger fuck me like a whore." 

"Oh boy," Chelsea said sadly while stepping closer to give her cousin a reassuring hug. "Your mom is in shock. Hell, I'm in shock too! She'll come around. If she doesn't I'll get my mom to kick your mom's ass!" 

Megan broke out in a nervous laugh and hugged Chelsea tightly. 

Aunt Katie then started meandering into the room, holding her cellphone to her ear with one hand and rubbing her big baby belly with the other hand. 

"Megan is here now, talking to Chelsea," Katie spoke into her phone. "Stop yelling, Karen. I can't understand what you're saying." 

Katie then retreated toward her bedroom, still holding the phone. She could tell that her sister was upset and sensed that she should probably have their conversation in private. 

Megan looked at Chelsea, frowning and shaking her head because she knew her mother was probably going to unload on Aunt Katie. 

In her bedroom, Katie spoke on the phone with her sister Karen. 

"What were you saying about Megan?" Katie asked. 

"I was saying I hope you're happy. Megan is pregnant! And, of course, the baby is going to be black," Karen snarled. 

"Oh that's great!" Katie burst out enthusiastically, adding, "Or don't you think so?" 

"No it's not great!" Karen shot back. "Having my high school age daughter knocked up with a Negro is anything but great! But I thought you'd be happy about it. I mean, you're pregnant, along with both of your daughters, so it only stands to reason that you'd want to get my daughter pregnant too!" 

"I didn't get Megan pregnant. You can't blame it on me!" Katie said angrily. 

"You know what I mean, Katie," Karen said. "Megan has always looked up to you and Jennifer and Chelsea. When you all became sluts for those niggers she just followed in your footsteps!" 

"From what I hear from Chelsea, Megan has been interested in black boys for a long time," Katie informed her, "She just never acted on it until she fell for Rodney, who seems to be a very nice young man, by the way." 

"Well, what about those tattoos?" Karen asked. "I know for a fact that Chelsea went with Megan to the tattoo parlor. Now Megan's beautiful legs are scarred for life with that stupid shark and the Ace of Spades that you and your daughters all have!" 

Katie corrected her sister, saying, "It's the Queen of Spades, not the Ace. I could take you to the tattoo parlor and you could get a rebel flag inked on your forehead!" 

"That's not even funny," Karen retorted. "I'll just never understand why all of you, even my own daughter, had to spread your legs for black guys and let them plant their sperm in you!" 

"You're right," Katie agreed. "You'll never understand it because you've never been with a black man. I won't say that you don't know what you're missing, but the fact is, you don't know." 

"I've never been hit by a truck either," Karen said, "but that doesn't mean I'm going to throw myself in front of one!" 

Katie then told Karen, "It's been almost two years since your husband died. You're still a beautiful, sexy, woman. You need to start going out. It would be a lot easier to handle Megan's 'situation' if you had a companion. There are lots of guys - white, black, Asian, whatever - who would jump at the chance to date you. Just don't be so close-minded. Make yourself happy for a change. Do it for yourself, and for Megan, and for your new grandchild." 

Karen said, "You're right, in a way. I wish I did have someone to talk to about Megan, other than you. We're on opposite sides of the fence, but I need to vent somewhere!" 

"Well, if you do need to vent, or fight with someone, you can always call me," Katie said. "Just go easy on Megan. That poor kid must be scared to death and she needs your love and support now more than ever." 

Karen spoke next, "Well, I can't even think straight right now, but we should talk more when I calm down. I'm not looking for a role model, but you know more about being pregnant than Megan or me, so I'd like to talk to you about doctors and options and things. 

"I'd be happy to help in any way I can," Katie assured her. "You know that we all love Megan. It's going to be alright, Karen." 

"Well, I hope so, but I'm not sure how anything will ever be alright again," Karen sighed. "Talk to you later. Goodbye." 

After ending the call, Katie left her bedroom and headed toward the living room where Chelsea and Megan were chatting. 

"Well, congratulations Megan!" Katie shouted, "Or should I say, congratulations, Mommy!" 

Katie, Chelsea and Megan all smiled and joined in a group hug. On the sly, Katie gave Chelsea a wink of her eye and Chelsea responded with a discreet nod of her head. 

Their predictions about Megan and motherhood had been 100 percent accurate! 

After a few more minutes of cheerful chit-chat about the stages of pregnancy, and what Megan should expect, Megan said it was time for her to go home and face the music again, meaning her angry mother. 

Chelsea told Megan to wait just a minute because she had something to give her. Chelsea went to her bedroom and returned a minute later, holding her "black baby inside" maternity top. 

"I can't wait to see you wearing this!" Chelsea said with a smile. "But maybe you should wait a little while before you model it for your mom!" 

Baby Daddy 

After Megan revealed to her mother, and then her cousin and aunt, that she was pregnant she was eager to tell her boyfriend, Rodney, that he had fathered a baby with her. But she wanted to do it in a special way. Rodney had to work his part-time job that evening, so they would not see each other until school the next day. When they encountered one another in the classes they shared, and sitting together at lunch, Megan said nothing and tried to act normal. After school, Rodney drove Megan to her house for the round of sex that had become almost a daily event for them. 

Once the couple stepped into the house, they embraced and kissed, as usual, then went to Megan's bedroom. Megan and Rodney helped to undress each other, a ritual they both always enjoyed. Once she was totally nude, Megan stepped away from the bed and stood there, stretching her arms straight out at her sides. 

"Now look at me, honey, and tell me what you see," Megan said with a smile. 

"I see the most beautiful girl in the world," Rodney said. 

"No, silly," Megan teased, "look closely and tell me what you see." 

"Your long red hair is reaching almost to your perfect little butt," Rodney guessed. 

"No," Megan said, smiling, "this has nothing to do with my hair." 

"Well," Rodney began, trying to give the right answer, "I see that your pretty pink pussy looks lonely." 

Megan laughed and said, "You can make my lonely pussy happy in a minute, but keep trying." 

"I think maybe your tits look a little bigger," Rodney said, half-guessing. 

"You know, you may be right," Megan said, cupping a boob in each hand, "but that's not what I meant." Megan thought that her breasts had already started to swell from her pregnancy, but she wasn't sure. They were definitely very tender. 

"I thought you said you stopped growing a couple years ago," Rodney said, still a bit puzzled by Megan's little guessing game. 

"I'm full-grown, but that doesn't mean I can't get bigger," Megan said, cryptically. 

Then, smiling, Megan pointed her finger to the area around her navel. Rodney focused on her belly, then stepped in to take a closer look. He reached out his hand and rubbed it over the small baby bump emerging a few inches above her pussy. 

Rodney went slack-jawed, then began to stammer, "Is that, are you, is it..." 

"Yes, Darling, you made me pregnant!" Megan gushed while embracing Rodney. "You're a daddy now! We're going to have a baby!" 

Rodney didn't say a word. He just squeezed Megan's naked body tight and kissed her mouth, both of them kissing as hard as they could while smiling at the same time. After they broke off their kiss, they just smiled and gazed into each other's eyes. Rodney spoke first. 

"You said your period was late. Did you take a pregnancy test?" 

"It was positive," Megan answered, "and my boobs are sore and I've been feeling queasy in the morning, and now I'm starting to show just a tiny bit. I'll go to the doctor this week, but there's really no doubt. You knocked me up good!" 

Megan then grabbed Rodney's quickly stiffening penis in her hand and said, "This is the big black cock that got me in trouble!" 

Then she wrapped her fingers around Rodney's large scrotum, and with a big grin she said, "I should have cut these balls off with scissors before you pumped all that black sperm into me!" 

Rodney chuckled, then got more serious and wrapped his dark and muscular arms around Megan before he said, "I know you didn't want to have a baby just yet, but you know that I love you more than anything or anyone. You've never looked more beautiful than you do right now." 

Megan and Rodney fell onto the bed and began kissing passionately and running their hands all over each other. Both were so excited and aroused that there was no need for foreplay. 

Rodney put his hand on Megan's pussy. It was soaking wet. 

"I think being pregnant is making you horny," Rodney said. "You're really wet." 

"I am horny, honey," Megan purred. "I've been horny all day. I wanted to rip your clothes off and fuck you in the middle of the cafeteria today. I need you to fuck me so bad!" 

Megan laid on her back and reached her arms out, inviting Rodney to touch his chest to her tits and slide his big black cock into her pussy. Megan lifted her head off the pillow and watched, saying "Yes, that's what I need. I never get tired of watching and feeling your black cock when you push into my pale white slit." 

"Oh, that's it, Sweetheart!" Megan said loudly as Rodney eased his cock into her. Megan started moving her ass up and down under Rodney and he picked up on her motion, ramming her pussy with rapid and noisy thrusts. 

"I love your cunt!" Rodney grunted as he fucked Megan hard, causing her to shriek in a string of orgasms over the course of several minutes. 

When Rodney began to pump harder and jam his cock deeper into Megan she knew that he was about to cum. 

"Oh, yes!" Megan yelled. "Fill me with your cum. I love it so much when you cum in me! That's why I'm pregnant!" 

Hearing Megan's words caused Rodney to erupt and he grunted, "oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" with every wet blast from the tip of his cock. 

The contrasting couple panted and kissed. They left their sex organs in position, his cock buried deep in her pussy. Her legs remained wrapped around his lower back, holding him to her and in her. She could feel Rodney's excess cum trickling as it slowly oozed out of her and ran down into her butt crack. 

Megan began to speak. 

"It's kind of ironic, honey, but yesterday, before my mother found out I was pregnant, she actually told me that if we're going to keep having sex I should go on the pill. She wanted me to go on the pill." Megan said softly. "Up until now, you know, she just wanted me to save myself for marriage and she never would have gone along with me taking the pill." 

"But first, Mom wanted me to take a pregnancy test to make sure it wasn't too late for me to get on birth control. She got really pissed off when I told her it was." 

Rodney just gazed into Megan's green eyes and nodded occasionally, allowing her to share her thoughts. 

"Tomorrow," Megan began, "I'd like you to stay here a while after we fuck. I'll tell my mother that I'm fixing dinner for the three of us. She needs to get used to having you around." 

"Whatever you say, baby," Rodney said. "I like the idea of being around you more. And besides, I've never had a chance to taste your cooking!" 

Megan laughed and said, "Well, I hope you like spaghetti with a jar of Ragu sauce and a bag of tossed salad because that's the best dish on my menu!" 

Karen's horizons broaden 

Over the next few weeks, Megan and her mother reached an uneasy truce. Karen was still very disappointed in Megan for getting pregnant with a black baby but she resigned herself to the situation and resolved to support her only child as she progressed through the nine-month process. 

As for Megan, it didn't take long for her to accept and then embrace her pregnancy. She examined her own reflection in the bathroom mirror every day and took pictures of herself as her baby bump went from barely visible to clearly obvious. Megan enjoyed wearing her regular clothes in the early months because skimpier styles tended to highlight her condition. She was getting a belly on her and people could see it, causing them to wonder whether it was the result of overeating or careless sex. She had a couple of tight little tops with a bare midriff that made her boobs look huge and left her exposed belly poking out nicely. She loved it when she would run into people she hadn't seen for a while and they would awkwardly ask her if she was pregnant. Megan was pleasantly surprised one day when her mother suggested that they go shopping together for maternity clothes. Megan told Karen that Chelsea was going to provide her hand-me-downs but her mom insisted that Megan should pick out a few new tops of her own that would look pretty on her. 

Rodney became an almost constant visitor at the home of Megan and Karen. Several evenings a week Rodney would be on the living room couch cuddling with Megan as they watched TV. Frequently, Karen would pull into her driveway after work and would find Rodney's car parked there. Karen's expectations for Rodney were low but she was glad that he was around, at least, nurturing Megan instead of simply abandoning her and the baby he had planted in her. When they thought Karen had gone to sleep or was otherwise occupied, Megan and Rodney would often sneak off to the bedroom to fuck each other. Karen turned a blind eye to their interludes and Megan usually exercised some discretion in deference to her mom. A couple of times Megan and Rodney knew that Karen knew what they were up to, and it made the sex a little more naughty and exciting. Karen still disapproved of her daughter's promiscuity but was realistic enough to know that it didn't really matter much at that point. Karen also accepted that her daughter and the young black man that she partnered with would be the parents of her grandchild. 

In her professional life, Karen was the general manager of a large department store. The store was undergoing a floor-to-ceiling remodel, taking place while it remained open for business. The renovation required daily coordination between store management and the construction crew. The construction supervisor was a highly capable and well respected contractor whose given name was Robert, but he was known to everyone as "Bo". Bo was a combination of burly construction boss and intelligent facilitator. He was in his late 30s and was black. 

At first, Karen was not happy to have to work with a black man, fearing that he would lack the skillset and work ethic to successfully transform her store. But, as the project progressed, Karen received positive feedback from her bosses at the corporate level. She hated to admit it to herself, but Bo was making her look good. 




Sisters' Misters Ch. 09



At least once a day Bo would come to Karen's office to discuss the next day's work and what it would require. Karen found that Bo was easy to talk with and their meetings became friendly except for an occasional conflict over Karen's desire to do business and Bo's construction timeline. When the project reached a point where some extended planning was required Bo suggested that they meet after hours to more thoroughly discuss matters. Bo had a dinner meeting in mind. 

In her own mind, Karen was not sure that dinner with Bo was a good idea. She did not want Bo to think that she was interested in anything other than business. On the other hand, she recalled that her sister Katie had labeled her as "close-minded". Karen asked herself whether she would decline the meeting if Bo were a white man and she had to concede that she was only having reservations because he was black. If anyone were to see them together she would set them straight by stating that it was strictly business. Besides, this would give her ammunition if any of her family suggested again that she was patently racist. She could tell them that she had socialized with a black man and, in her case at least, it did not lead to sexual intercourse. 

When Bo suggested a second time that they meet over dinner, Karen said, "Dinner would give us a chance to really go over things, but it will be strictly business. My husband passed away almost two years ago and I have not been out with anyone, socially, since then." 

"Absolutely," Bo answered. "I'm sure we'll wander off the topic of the store project a little, because you're so easy to talk to, but we have a lot to go over and you're too busy during your work day." 

After Karen accepted Bo's offer he said he would pick her up at her home at 7 pm Friday. 

Karen told Megan that she had a business dinner to attend on Friday evening. Megan told her mom that it would be fine because Rodney was bringing her home after school and they would be going out later to see a movie and get a bite to eat. 

When Friday rolled around Karen rushed home from work and dressed for the dinner with Bo. She was careful to wear something conservative and professional. Karen waited for Bo's car to pull into the driveway, and as soon as it did, she headed out the door, telling Megan and Rodney, who were sitting close together on the couch, that she was leaving. As soon as the front door closed behind Karen, Megan and Rodney dashed off to her bedroom to fuck. 

As Karen approached and opened the passenger side door to Bo's car, Bo joked, "Wow, that's the first time that I've ever seen a woman who was ready early!" 

Karen just smiled as she entered the car. Bo thought to himself that Karen obviously doesn't want someone to see who she's with. 

Bo took Karen to one of the nicest restaurants in town, joking that he could put the tab on his expense account since it was a business meeting. As soon as they were seated at a table for two at the back of the swanky eatery, Bo said that he was going to order a Martini and asked Karen if she would join him. Karen said she wasn't much of a drinker, just a glass of wine now and then, but said she had always wanted to try a Martini. 

After the waiter delivered two Martinis to their table, Karen sipped hers and said it was strong, but quite tasty. A few minutes later, they ordered appetizers and entrees. As soon as Bo's Martini glass was empty the waiter brought two more to the table. 

Karen got down to business and she and Bo had a very productive discussion of how they would handle the next challenging phase of the remodel. Bo sensed that they had made some real progress and then asked Karen to tell him more about herself. 

"Well, you know I'm a widow and I have an 18-year-old daughter who'll graduate from high school in a few weeks," Karen said. 

"You don't look old enough to have a grown child," Bo said, dishing out a welcome compliment to Karen. 

Bo continued speaking, "I was married for eight years before we divorced. My ex and I tried to have a child but it never happened. I don't know if the problem was with her or me, but by the time we got serious about talking to fertility specialists, we drifted apart. She moved away and we lost touch. I don't know if she ever did become a mother." 

"I tried for two years before I became pregnant with Megan," Karen related. "Then we tried for years to have another child but never did. Unfortunately, my daughter doesn't have any fertility issues. She's three months pregnant, even though she says she tried to be careful. It's sad that people who want children can't have them and people who shouldn't have them always do." 

"So, you're going to be grandma?!" Bo said, smiling. "You know, it'll probably be a blessing in disguise. I'm sure with your good looks the baby will be beautiful, or handsome!" 

"Well, thank you for the compliment and encouragement," Karen said. "I really hope it turns out for the best." Karen was thinking to herself that Megan's baby won't resemble her grandmother very much because it will be black, but she felt no need to let Bo think that she was accepting of interracial relations. 

Bo and Karen continued talking during their leisurely meal and each had a third Martini. Karen was becoming a bit inebriated, and a little fond of Bo, but she mentally fought it. He was a really nice guy, she thought to herself, but she could never have a relationship with a black man. 

After he paid the tab, Bo suggested that they go to a nightclub for some more drinks or whatever. Karen politely declined, saying that dinner was wonderful but she was getting tired and needed to get home. 

Bo drove Karen to her house and parked the car. When she got out and started walking toward her front door he followed her. 

"Do you have a few minutes to sit and talk?" Bo asked Karen as she fumbled in her purse for her door key. She discovered how much the Martinis had impaired her motor skills. 

"No," Karen said, "I really need to get some rest, but thanks again for dinner. I think we really accomplished a lot with the renovation project." 

When Karen finally put her key in the doorknob Bo leaned into her. She turned to say a final goodnight and he kissed her on the lips. Karen was visibly startled and accepted the kiss but did nothing to reciprocate, pulling away after a brief moment. 

"Well, thanks again," Karen said. "I'll see you Monday at the store. Goodnight." 

Karen entered her home and closed the door on Bo. 

As soon as she got inside her house, Karen leaned against the doorframe for support and took a deep breath. 

"Holy shit!" she thought to herself. "I just kissed a black man. Well, actually, he kissed me, but still, it was a kiss. It's a good thing that I have more self-control than the other females in this family or we might have gone too far." 

Karen stumbled into her bedroom and undressed, then she went into her master bath and stared herself in the mirror. She was happy that she was still attractive enough to have a guy wine and dine her, then try to get romantic. Too bad that he's black, she thought to herself. She puckered her lips in the mirror and marveled over the fact that a black man's lips had touched them. After she used the toilet Karen collapsed on her bed and passed out to sleep. 

Karen woke the next morning with a slight headache. She went to the bathroom and again glanced at her lips in the mirror and thought about the kiss. All weekend long, she obsessed over Bo. She kept telling herself that she could never be intimate with a black man because it just wasn't right, but she found as the hours passed that she was losing her resolve. She was conflicted because she prided herself on being the one person in her family who had not "gone black", but on the other hand, she was shamefully thrilled by the prospect. Every time she saw her pale-skinned, redheaded daughter kissing her black boyfriend, which was pretty much all weekend, Karen thought about how Bo kissed her. By Sunday evening, Karen decided that she would go out with Bo again. 

On Monday, Bo stopped by Karen's office to discuss the week's construction activity. It was strictly business and the meeting only lasted about 10 minutes. As Bo got out of his chair, in front of Karen's desk, Karen told him that she really did enjoy their dinner. Bo agreed that the food was delicious and he turned and walked out of the office. 

The next day, Bo came to Karen's office again for their daily meeting on the remodel. After about two minutes of discussing paint colors Karen abruptly changed the subject and told Bo that she would really like to have dinner again, if he was interested. 

"Well, I don't think we have any pressing problems with the project," Bo said, "so if we do dinner again it would be a more personal thing." 

Karen gave Bo her best smile and said, "I'd like it to be more personal." 

Bo smiled too and said, "You know, I got the distinct impression that you weren't interested in anything but the work, but if you'd like to have dinner and not talk about the store at all, I'd be happy to get together. 

"No business this time," Karen said, smiling again, "just us." 

Bo was still a little unsure about whether Karen was interested in him, and he didn't want to spend another fortune on dinner and drinks, only to have the door slammed in his face. 

"You could come by my place after work tomorrow," Bo suggested. "I'm a pretty darned good cook. I could fix us dinner and we could watch a movie on HBO, or something. 

"That sounds great!" Karen said. "Just jot down your address on this pad and I'll see you tomorrow after work." 

The next morning, Karen woke before her alarm. She was jittery with anticipation of her dinner at Bo's place. She picked out one of her nicest dresses and put some extra makeup in her purse, to apply after work. She had forgotten to tell Megan that she wouldn't be home for dinner, so she left her daughter a note. 

All day long, Karen had second thoughts about seeing Bo that evening. She imagined the best and the worst, even thinking that he might rape her. What was she thinking, agreeing to meet him alone at his place? 

In her office, as her daily meeting with Bo wrapped up, Karen almost begged off, but didn't have the nerve. Bo quietly told her to turn left when she left the store, then right at the Chevron station two miles down the road. His townhouse was two blocks in, on the right. He said she could park next to his blue pickup truck. 

"About 5:30?" Bo asked. 

"5:30 is fine," Karen answered, forcing a smile. 

When Karen arrived at Bo's home she rang the doorbell. It took Bo a minute to open the door. Karen fought the urge to turn and run. 

"Hi Karen," Bo said as she stepped inside, "Glad you could make it." 

Bo gave Karen a friendly hello hug. Karen noticed that he was wearing a nice, manly cologne. She wanted to kick herself for not thinking to use some perfume. It had been over 20 years since she went on a date, if that's what this was, and she had forgotten how intoxicating fragrances could be to members of the opposite sex. 

After the hug and friendly greeting, Karen began to relax and felt more at ease. She decided that she was going to enjoy the evening. 

Bo said, "I already made your Martini," as he handed Karen the cocktail and held another for himself. 

Karen said, "Oh, thank you, Bo," and she leaned toward him and kissed him on the lips. 

Bo smiled and said, "I'll make you another drink if you'll give me another kiss." 

"Well, I think I owed you one from the other night," Karen said with a grin. "We're even now!" 

Bo raised his glass and said, "Here's a toast to getting even!" 

Bo and Karen clinked their glasses together and laughed. 

Bo directed Karen to a bar stool at the island countertop facing the kitchen. Karen sat there, sipping her Martini, and watched as Bo worked in the kitchen, putting a tray of crackers and chips with his homemade spinach and artichoke dip on the granite counter near Karen and chopping vegetables for his signature salad. 

They laughed and talked like old friends, mostly about food and cooking, but touching on other topics too. With the flair of an expert bartender, Bo theatrically poured gin and vermouth into a shaker and then topped off Karen's Martini glass before filling his own. 

When Karen took her first sip of her second Martini, Bo said, "Another drink means you owe me another kiss." 

As Karen sat on the bar stool, Bo took the Martini glass from her hand and set it on the counter. Then he put his hand on her shoulder and leaned down to kiss her on her lips again, this time holding the kiss for several seconds. Karen loved the feel of Bo's full and soft lips as they covered hers. 

Karen told Bo "now I owe one" and she tilted her head and closed her eyes while their mouths made contact again. They held the kiss for even longer that time. 

"If we keep trading kisses for Martinis we'll get drunk and I'll never get dinner ready," Bo said, smiling as he sidestepped back into the kitchen. 

"I can't wait to taste your cooking," Karen said, "and I can't wait to taste more kisses." 

Bo set his dining table, complete with candles, as he and Karen continued laughing and talking, mostly about movies they loved and television shows they hated. Karen was amazed at how much she had in common with this large and rugged black man. 

Karen's sister Katie came to mind and Karen unintentionally giggled out loud when she thought about what Katie would think if she could only see her now. 

"What's so funny?" Bo asked. 

"Oh nothing," Karen answered, still smiling. "It must be the Martini." 

"They will sneak up on you and make you silly," Bo said, "kind of like me" he added with a grin. 

Bo kept busy in the kitchen, preparing dinner, and Karen enjoyed watching him and engaging in adult conversation. Bo announced that dinner was served and he brought the food to the dining table and pulled out a chair for Karen to be seated. They took their time, eating, drinking, talking and laughing at the table. After dinner, Bo cleared the dirty dishes and put them in the kitchen sink, telling Karen that he would tidy up later. 

Karen had something on her mind that she wanted to tell Bo. 

"The other night, when you kissed me at my front door, I pulled away because I was afraid we'd go too far," Karen told Bo. "Tonight, I'd like to go as far as we can. I never thought I could have a relationship with a black man, but you've changed my mind." 

"Really?" Bo asked, "You've never been with a brother?" 

"No, never" Karen said sincerely, "I never have and never thought I would. To be honest, I've never had much use for black people. I tried not to like you when you started working in my store, but I couldn't help myself. 

Bo looked into Karen's blue eyes and said, "You know I'm going to fuck you tonight, and it will be different than when you got fucked by your husband." 

"I know," Karen said with a small smile. "I hope I make you happy. My husband is the only man I've ever had sex with. I was a virgin when we married. I don't have much experience and it's been a while." 

Bo smiled, took Karen by the hand, and suggested that she pick a movie as he led her from the dining table to the couch facing the television. Bo used the remote control to scroll through the available movies on HBO and Karen picked one. She really didn't expect to pay much attention to the film. She wanted Bo to pay attention to her. 

As the movie started, Bo sat close to Karen and put his arm around her shoulder. She turned toward him and he kissed her. Karen kissed him back. The kissing went on non-stop and it didn't take long before their tongues were exploring each other's mouths. 

"I feel like a kid in high school again," Karen said when they came up for air. "It's been a long time since I made out with a guy. Of course, in high school, good girls did not kiss black boys," she said, chuckling. 

"Do you like kissing a black guy, Karen?" Bo asked. 

"It's not half bad," Karen said with a big smile. "Much better than I expected, actually!" 

Karen then moved in to kiss Bo even more affectionately. 

Bo moved his hand to caress Karen's breast and she moved her hand to cover his. She made no move to stop the fondling, silently encouraging Bo to continue. 

"Let me see your tits," Bo said as he reached behind Karen to unzip her dress. 

"I'll have to take my dress off," Karen stated as she started to slide the dress off her shoulders. 

"Good idea," Bo said, as he helped to slide the dress down and off. Then he said "you don't need this" as he unhooked Karen's bra. 

Karen pulled her bra off and tossed it aside with a smile. She sat on the couch, wearing nothing but her panties. 

Bo began to massage Karen's bare boobs with his hands. The contrast of his black hands moving over her pale white tits was erotic to Karen. The feel of his hands, rough and calloused from years of swinging a hammer, was equally arousing. 

Karen was constantly comparing Bo's kisses and caresses with the ones she held in the memory of her late husband. Everything about Bo's moves and actions was rougher and tougher than she'd ever experienced. Bo wore a closely-trimmed beard and the hair on his face felt scruffy as opposed to her husband's smoothly shaved cheeks, not to mention the contrast in color. 

Karen moaned as Bo squeezed and sucked on her tits and stroked Bo's head and shoulders as he buried his face in her chest. 

Bo planted a couple of kisses on each of Karen's engorged nipples and then sat up. 

"Open my zipper, Karen," Bo directed. 

Karen knew that the moment of reckoning had arrived. She reached over to Bo's lap and got a preview of his package based on the bulge in his pants. Using both hands, she held his trousers and pulled down the zipper. Then, without any further prompting from Bo, Karen unfastened his belt too and reached into his undershorts to grasp his penis. 

"Oh my god!" Karen exclaimed, "I just knew that you'd be huge and you are! I know that lots of white women take these big black cocks all the time (like her daughter and every other family member) but I don't know how they do it!" 

Karen wrapped her hand around Bo's cock and said quietly, "Never in a million years did I think I'd ever touch a big black cock. Let's get your pants out of the way." 

Karen pulled down Bo's pants and then his underwear, leaving his penis fully exposed. She wrapped her hand around it and lifted it. It felt heavy and warm. 

"It's so big and black, darker than the rest of you," Karen said softly. "It's - I don't know - mesmerizing? I always thought white women who had sex with black guys were sluts or whores, but I can't get over this thing." 

Karen started to run her hand up and down Bo's shaft, then started to slowly jack it up and down, feeling it become more erect in her fingers. 

"That feels real good, baby," Bo whispered. 

A big drop of precum started to ooze from the peehole. Karen took her other hand and rubbed the clear fluid around Bo's dickhead, then she slid sideways on the couch so she could lower her face to Bo's lap and she began to kiss his cock. 

"I can't believe I'm going to suck a black dick," Karen said, pausing her kissing and licking for a moment, "but I just have to do it." 

Karen took Bo's cock into her mouth and began moving it in and out, trying to take in as much as she could. 

"That's it, Karen, Bo said, "Suck my cock. Take that big black nigger cock in your mouth. You like sucking that nigger cock, don't you, baby?" 

"Mmm-hmmm," Karen hummed, continuing to work her tongue over Bo's cock as she wrapped her lips around it. Karen went at it for several minutes. 

Bo put his hand under Karen's chin and lifted her off his dick, then he said, "Kiss me, you beautiful cocksucker!" 




Sisters' Misters Ch. 09



Karen smiled and attacked Bo's mouth with hers, hoping he could taste his own cock on her tongue. 

"Are you ready to get fucked by a nigger, Karen?" Bo asked with a little grin. 

"I'm more than ready," Karen said, "I want you to shove your big black cock into my pussy and fuck me harder than my husband ever did!" 

"I like it when you talk dirty, Karen," Bo said. "Keep it up, you nigger loving slut!" 

"I'm not a nigger lover, or a slut, yet," Karen said, "but you can make me one!" 

"Let's go to my bedroom," Bo suggested. 

Bo stood up and offered Karen a hand. She was naked except for her panties and she proudly displayed her ample tits and her shapely and well-proportioned frame. Her dress and bra were on the floor beside the couch. Bo was wearing nothing but a pullover shirt, having stripped his pants and underwear. 

Inside the bedroom, Bo and Karen embraced and kissed. Bo took Karen by her arms and eased her backwards to sit on the bed. He pulled off his shirt, leaving himself totally naked. His cock was standing at full attention. Bo took hold of Karen's panties and pulled them off, with her lifting her ass off the bed to assist. Karen's pussy was unshaven. 

"That's a nice, bushy, white pussy you've got there," Bo said with a grin. 

"I'm sorry, honey," Karen said, using her first endearing term for Bo, "I guess I should have shaved it for you, but I wasn't totally sure that we'd be making love. I mean I didn't know that you'd be fucking me tonight. I can shave it tomorrow, if you want me to." 

"No, leave it," Bo said, "Your cunt looks sexy with all that hair around it. If I decide I want it smooth I'll let you know." 

"Whatever you want, Bo," Karen said, smiling as she leaned back and put her heels on the bed, spreading her knees apart and offering Bo a good view and open access to her hairy pussy. 

Bo took Karen's hand and lifted her off the bed, then pulled down the comforter and the top sheet. 

"Can we do it doggie style?" Karen asked. 

"Sure, baby," Bo chuckled, embracing Karen again. "I would have guessed that you're more the missionary-style type." 

"I'd like to do it that way too," Karen said softly, "so I can see your face and kiss you, but I just want you to fuck me from behind first." 

Karen didn't let on that ever since she barged in on her daughter, Megan, when she had her ass in the air was getting her pussy pounded by Rodney's big black cock, she hadn't been able to get the image out of her head. At first sight, Karen hated seeing her daughter being fucked that way by a black guy, but at the same time, on another level, she loved it too. Karen had played the scene over and over again in her mind, especially when she masturbated. Now, she wanted to be fucked just like her daughter! 

Karen positioned herself on the mattress, just as she remembered Megan, on her knees and elbows, at the foot of the bed. Bo stepped into position and began to rub his cock on Karen's pussy. It was wet and ready. 

When Karen felt the first few inches of Bo's cock entering her she let out an "ooh" and turned her head to see Bo's black body right behind her. She thought to herself "I'm really getting fucked by a nigger, the same as my little girl!" 

Karen got an even bigger naughty thrill when she thought to herself that her daughter got fucked just this way and now she's pregnant! 

Bo shoved another third of his cock into Karen, causing her to squeal and say, "Yes, oh yes, fuck me Bo!" 

"A couple more inches and you'll really know you're getting fucked!" Bo said, as continued to press into Karen with both hands resting on her bare ass. 

"Oh, fuck Bo! You're so big! I've never been fucked like this!" 

With Karen's tight pussy stretched enough to take his cock, Bo started thrusting, slowly at first and quickly picking up speed. 

"Oh fuck!" Karen moaned. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" 

It took about a minute before Karen had her first orgasm, and it was better than any she ever had with her late husband. 

After several minutes of pistoning Karen's cunt, Bo grunted, "I love your pussy! I'm going to cum in it soon!" 

Karen shouted "wait, honey!" as she pulled forward to dislodge Bo's big black cock. 

"What's the matter, baby?" Bo asked, thinking that Karen was going to ask him not to cum inside her. 

"I want to see your face when you cum," Karen said as she turned around and scooted across the sheets to lie on her back with her legs spread. 

"Let me see you shove your big, black, nigger cock into me!" Karen growled. 

"Tell me you're not a nigger lover now!" Bo said, smiling and looking Karen in the face as he easily slid his cock into her pussy. 

Karen watched the cock enter her and moaned deliriously "Oh, yes! Yes! I'm a nigger lover. Shove that big black cock deep inside me and cum in me you handsome nigger! Shoot your black sperm into me. Everyone else gets nigger sperm in their pussy! Now I want it too! 

Bo didn't know exactly what Karen meant by "everyone else" because he wasn't yet aware that Karen's daughter, sister and both nieces had all been knocked up by black guys. Bo assumed that Karen was saying she wanted to do what so many white women were doing. 

"Your pussy was made for this, baby" Bo muttered. "You were born to fuck nigger dicks, you gorgeous blond slut! 

"Yes, yes, yes!" Karen panted. "Just fuck the fuck out of me!" 

Bo started pounding Karen harder and she screamed in ecstasy, then he tensed up and let his cum stream into her, grunting "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!" 

Bo gradually slowed to a stop, then he chuckled. Karen smiled too as they both breathed heavily in unison, her boobs resting under his hairy chest, both still connected by his cock in her pussy. They traded kisses. 

"You know, baby, you might be pregnant now, just like your teenaged daughter," Bo said with a grin. 

"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Karen said with another smile. "But it's not very likely. Some women my age are still fertile, but most of us aren't. Besides, my husband and I tried for years to have more kids and we only had Megan. And you said your wife never could get pregnant." 

"That's true," Bo said. "Well, I'm glad you like me to cum in you bareback because I hate using condoms." 

"And I love feeling you shoot your cum in me," Karen said, looking Bo in the eyes as he lay on top of her. "I'll be your slut, honey, if you'll promise to fuck me again." 

"Oh, don't worry, baby," Bo said, "I'm going to fuck you, a lot. I'll fuck you again tonight and at least once in the morning." 

Karen lifted her head and French-kissed Bo, then she said, "I want to spend the night in your bed, but I can't. I have to work in the morning. I have to go home but I can come back tomorrow. You don't have to fix dinner or anything. We can just fuck after work." 

"Tomorrow night is my poker night, baby," Bo said, immediately seeing the disappointment in Karen's face. "What time does your secretary take her lunch break?" 

"She's called an administrative assistant," Karen informed Bo, "and she takes her break at 12:30." 

"Wear a skirt and have your panties off," Bo said, smiling, "I'll be in your office at 12:30 tomorrow and I'll fuck you on your desk." 

"Oh, honey, that is so wrong!" Karen said, "But, I'll be ready for you! I won't sleep tonight thinking about it!" 

"Good!" Bo said. "Can you come back here after work on Friday? I'll fuck you all night, baby." 

"I'll be here Friday, same time, same place," Karen said. "I'll make some excuse to let Megan know that I won't be home that night. She'll be happy because she'll be able to have her boyfriend spend the night too, since I won't be there. Just think, Megan and I will be getting fucked at the same time!" 

Karen reluctantly rolled out of bed and Bo helped her get dressed for the drive home. She didn't wipe the cum off her pussy because she wanted to feel "dirty" with black jizz oozing out of her and pooling in her underpants. Before she left, Bo embraced her and they kissed passionately. 

"Don't forget to come by my office tomorrow," Karen chuckled. "We have some pressing matters to go over!" 

A blessed event 

Karen never thought she could have a relationship with a black man, but she gradually and happily came to realize that she was wrong. Still, she was conflicted. She had always felt contempt and disdain for females who dated men outside their own race, but now she was one of them. She criticized people, including members of her own family, who were obsessed with sex and controlled by their carnal urges, but fucking a big black cock had now become her obsession. As a female, her very existence was defined by her ability to satisfy her male. She was the cow and he was the bull. 

As much as Karen enjoyed her time with Bo she was still not prepared to reveal her infatuation and primal desires publicly. It did not go unnoticed to Bo, who was a bit conflicted himself. He realized from things that Karen said and related to him that she had been bigoted and prejudiced, but he took pride in knowing that he was changing her from a hater to a lover. When he saw Karen go to her knees to take his black cock into her mouth, or he heard her begging him to fuck her and dump his black sperm in her, he felt great satisfaction. But Bo was personally hurt, and a bit insulted, to know that Karen had not yet told her daughter or anyone else that she was dating him, a black man. Bo was still not aware that Karen's daughter and others in her family were carrying black babies, and that Karen had been extremely critical of them for doing what she now loved to do. Bo doubted that their relationship would blossom further until Karen was willing to publicly acknowledge him. 

Megan did not know, at first, what had gotten into her mother but she was happy that Karen was increasingly tolerant of both her progressing pregnancy and her black boyfriend. When Karen began to go out to dinner frequently and didn't come home a couple of nights, Megan assumed, correctly, that her mom, the unhappy widow, was dating someone. Still, Megan was shocked one day when she put a load of underwear into the washing machine and found a pair of her mother's panties, stiff and crusty with dried cum. Megan decided to ask her mother if she was seeing someone. 

"Mom, I've been wanting to ask you," Megan began, "whether you're seeing someone because you seem to be going out a lot lately." 

"Well, yes, Megan, I have been seeing someone," Karen responded. 

"I thought so," Megan said, smiling, "Is he like Daddy was?" 

"No, no, he's really nothing like your father was," Karen answered, thinking to herself that her late husband was white and Bo was black. Plus Bo was a hell of a lot better in bed! 

"Well, I'm happy for you," Megan said, giving her mother a rare hug, "you seem much happier too. You haven't been bitching at me for getting knocked up, or even having Rodney in my bedroom once in a while. I'd like to meet him some time." 

"Maybe you will, Sweetie, some time," Karen said. 

Megan told her cousin Chelsea about her mom's new and improved disposition. Chelsea couldn't believe that her Aunt Karen was actually allowing Rodney to spend the night occasionally. At Chelsea's suggestion, Katie called Karen and invited her and Megan to come over for some "girl talk" and dinner. 

Just for fun, Megan decided to wear the "black baby inside" top that Chelsea had given her. When Karen saw it, she surprised Megan by saying, "Oh, you're wearing that top. Well, your baby bump is getting big enough that you need to start wearing maternity clothes, and I'm sure Chelsea and Katie will get a kick out of seeing you wear it!" 

When they got to Katie and Chelsea's house, everyone did get a big laugh out of seeing the black baby blouse on Megan. Megan, Katie and Chelsea were also each a little surprised to see Karen going along with the little joke and laughing just as hard as anyone. 

During the round of hello hugs, Karen patted Chelsea's enormous belly and said, "Chelsea, I hope we have time for dinner before you go into labor! I swear you look like you're ready to pop that baby girl out any minute now!" 

"Believe, me, Aunt Karen," Chelsea said, holding her belly with both hands, "It's been a lot of fun, being pregnant and all, but I'm ready to get this over with now!" 

"That's because you've discovered that fucking is more trouble than it's worth when you're due in two weeks!" Katie said, bringing laughs from everyone. 

Chelsea said, "Go ahead and laugh, Megan, and you too, Mom, because you two can still fuck all you want, but your time will come soon enough!" 

"Geez, Chelsea!" Megan said, "Not in front of my mom!" 

"Oh, that's all right," Karen said, smiling, "I wasn't born yesterday. 'Fucking all you want' is what got you girls knocked up, after all. And Megan, since we're on the subject of fucking, you and Rodney were pretty noisy last night after I went to bed!" 

"Holy shit!" Katie exclaimed, "My sister really has turned over a new leaf and I've got to say that I like the new Karen!" 

"So, Aunt Karen," Chelsea began, "I hear that you've been going out a lot lately. Anyone special?" 

"Well, yes, he is pretty special," Karen said, "He's someone I met at work." 

"Now's your chance, Sis," Katie chimed in, "I'm sure your special friend is very nice, but you really should hook up with a black guy and see what you've been missing!" 

"Oh yeah," Karen chuckled, "and I can join the pregnant with a black baby club, along with you three, but that's not going to happen!" 

Karen thought about telling them that her special friend actually was black, but she decided not to say anything more at that point. 

The two moms and two cousins had more fun gabbing and eating dinner, then ended the evening on a refreshingly positive note. 

A few days later, Karen and Bo went out to dinner. As they were each enjoying their second pre-meal Martini, one of Karen's employees at the store happened by their table and stopped to say hello. The employee could barely hide her surprise at seeing Karen in the company of Bo, the black construction boss. After some brief small talk, Karen told the woman she would appreciate it if she didn't tell everyone in the store that she'd seen her socializing. The employee promised to be discreet, but Karen knew that everyone in the store would probably find out that she was dating Bo. 

Bo was a clearly perturbed and he asked Karen, "Are you ashamed to be seen with me, Karen?" 

Karen thought fast and said, "No, no, not all, sweetheart! It's just that I'm paying you to do the remodeling at the store and it really doesn't look good that we're out together, drinking and everything." 

Bo nodded his head and smiled a little, but he didn't know whether he really believed Karen's explanation. 

Karen and Bo were halfway through their entrees when Karen's cell phone rang. She saw that it was her sister, Katie, calling and told Bo that she needed to answer the call. 

"Oh, my gosh," Karen said, "That was my sister. Her daughter, my niece, Chelsea, is in labor and it's going real fast. They want me to come to the hospital." 

"Okay, we're out of here," Bo said, signaling for the server to bring their check. "I'll drive you to the hospital. Do you want me to drop you off, or wait in the car, or what?" 

Karen realized that if she told Bo that she didn't want him to accompany her it would probably end their romance and ruin her better-than-ever sex life. It was time for her to come clean. 

"I'd really appreciate it, honey," Karen began, "if you could come with me to the hospital. If it's going to be an all-nighter you can leave and I'll get a ride home, but I'm getting nervous. My daughter will be going through the same thing in a few months and I could really use some moral support right now." 

Bo was relieved to hear that Karen wanted him and he said, "Don't worry baby. I'm here for you." 

Bo quickly drove to the hospital and parked his truck. He took Karen's arm and led her through the lobby, to the elevator, and into the waiting room. 

Megan and Rodney were there, sitting in chairs facing toward a TV, away from the door. Karen went straight to Megan and gave her a hug. Megan immediately updated Karen on how Chelsea started having pains, just before her water broke, and she had to drive her to the hospital. Meanwhile, Rodney and Bo were eyeing each other and trying to figure out where they each fit in. Bo knew right away that the pregnant teenager hugging Karen had to be her daughter, Megan, but the fellow who seemed to be with her was black, and Karen never mentioned that Megan's baby-daddy was black. Rodney also noticed that the man who was obviously accompanying Karen was black. Karen had a reputation as a racist, so could she really be hanging out with a black man? 

After she finished her breathless update, Megan looked beyond her mother's face and noticed, for the first time, that a big black man was gently putting his arm around her mother's shoulder. Megan's jaw dropped open. Karen saw that her daughter was astounded. 

"Megan, this is my friend, Bo" Karen said. "Bo, this is my daughter, Megan, and her boyfriend, Rodney." 

"How good a friend is Bo?!" Megan asked, clearly shocked. 

"Well," Karen answered with a small smile. "Bo is my boyfriend." 

"I need to sit down," Megan said, taking a chair. Megan thought of the cum-crusted underwear of her mother's that she'd found in the laundry and wondered if Karen could actually be having sex with this black man who'd just been introduced as her boyfriend. 

Karen sat down next to daughter. Bo sensed that Karen and Megan needed to talk, to process the revelation, so he said he was going to go find a vending machine to buy some soft drinks. 

"You are so thoughtful, honey," Karen told Bo, tilting her head up to give him a thank-you kiss before he walked away. 

"Whoa," Megan said, shaking her head. "Kissing him and calling him honey? I can't believe that you're dating a black man, Mom." 

"Why not?" Karen asked. "You're in love with a black guy and you're carrying his black baby, along with your aunt and both your cousins. It's not something I ever expected, but I met Bo at work and we just hit it off." 

Megan started laughing out loud and Karen followed suit. 

Megan, still chuckling, said, "Well, you know Mom, once you go black..." 

"You never go back!" Karen interjected, bringing more giggling from them both. 

As Bo walked back toward the waiting room, carrying four cans of soda with both hands, he was passed in the hall by Katie. He'd never met Katie but she looked so much like Karen that Bo immediately knew she had to be her sister. Bo also noticed that Katie had a sizable baby bump of her own. Karen had never mentioned that her sister was pregnant. 

Katie entered the waiting room and walked up to Karen and Megan, hugging them both. Katie then began to update them on Chelsea's progress. 

"Chelsea is doing fine," Katie began. "She cursing up a storm and is screaming a little, but she's fully dilated already and the nurses say she'll deliver soon. I think that having her pussy stretched out from fucking all those big black cocks is paying off right now!" 

Katie then noticed that Bo had walked up behind Megan and Karen and was listening intently to her every word. Katie had no idea who the big black man was and she spoke to him tersely. 

"Excuse me, sir," Katie said to Bo, "but is this any of your business?!" 

"Oh, it's okay Aunt Katie," Megan said, "This is Bo. Mom's boyfriend." 

"What the fuck?!" Katie exclaimed. "You're Karen's boyfriend?!" 

"Yes," Bo said, extending his hand for Katie to shake. "Nice to meet you. I'm glad to hear that Chelsea's doing well. You know, you look just like my beautiful Karen - well, except that she isn't pregnant - apparently the only lady in your family who's not having a baby!" 




Sisters' Misters Ch. 09



"And all our babies are black!" Katie said, smiling, holding her big baby belly. "Karen, I just can't believe you! We have got to have a long talk, Sis, but right now I have to get back to Chelsea. Wait 'til I tell her that Aunt Karen has a black boyfriend. That should take her mind off the pain for a while!" 

After some quick hugs from Karen, Megan, Rodney, and Bo, Katie headed back to be with her daughter. 

Katie walked away a few steps, then turned and said, "And by the way, Karen, I'll have to take you to the tattoo parlor so you can get your own Queen of Spades! My treat!" 

When Katie returned to the holding area where she had left Chelsea she learned that her daughter was very close to delivering her baby. By the time Karen scrubbed and got to Chelsea's side, the baby was born. It was a girl, as expected, and weighed 6 pounds, 14 ounces. The baby was wrapped by the nurses and was placed next to Chelsea, who smiled at her new daughter and stroked her cheek while Katie took pictures with her cell phone. 

"Her skin is darker than mine, Mom," Chelsea said, "but I really thought she'd be even darker." 

"Me too", Karen said. "She almost looks white." 

"Her father was black, right?" one of the nurses asked. 

"Yes, he was black," Chelsea answered. 

"Well, she'll be black then," the nurse said. "A lot of times black babies are born with lighter complexions, but she'll get darker every day." 

"She's not going to be a blue-eyed blond like you, that's for sure," the nurse said, chuckling, and patting Chelsea on the shoulder. 

"I'm going to name her Jasmine Rose, my favorite flowers, but we'll call her Jazz," Chelsea said with her weak smile. 

"That's a beautiful name for a beautiful baby girl, baby girl," Katie said, leaning over the bed to kiss Chelsea on the forehead. 

"Mom," Chelsea said, "Call Jennifer and tell her I had my baby first!" 

"I already called Jennifer to tell her you were about to deliver," Katie said. Jen said you should have waited because her baby boy was supposed to be born first! She said her doctor says she could in labor any day now." 

Katie then said she was going to go to the waiting room to tell everyone that baby Jazz had arrived and that her mommy was doing fine. 

"Did you say that Aunt Karen has a black boyfriend with her, here in the hospital, or was I hallucinating on the pain drugs?" Chelsea asked before Katie left her side. 

"No, it wasn't the drugs. Believe it or not, Karen is here with her black boyfriend, Bo, and Megan is with Rodney," Katie stated. 

"Wow," Chelsea said, "Two miracles in one night!" 

After getting the update from Katie, Karen and Bo left the hospital at about midnight. Bo put his arm around Karen as they walked to his truck. Both of them were happy that all had gone well with Chelsea, and they were relieved and fairly elated that their relationship was now common knowledge for everyone that mattered. 

As Bo drove, he turned toward Karen and asked, "Is it true that everyone is pregnant with black babies?" 

"Yes, it's true," Karen said, smiling. "It's kind of a long story that just started last year. I'll give you all the details later, but I'm the last one to fall for a big black cock, and that's all your fault!" 

Karen reached her left hand over to grasp Bo's penis through his pants. 

"Well now," Bo said with a grin, "I'm going to take you to my place and I'm going to fuck the shit out of you! We owe it to your family to knock you up with a black baby of your own!" 

"Wouldn't that be a hoot!" Karen chuckled. "Fat chance though." 

A favor for a friend 

Karen's best friend was a 35-year-old woman named Claire. Claire called Karen one day, asking if he she was free to have dinner with her on Friday or Saturday evening, just to catch up on things. Karen said she'd love to meet for dinner and drinks but Thursday or Sunday night would be better for her. They agreed to meet after work on Thursday. That happened to be Bo's poker night, so Karen knew she would be free. The two met at one of their favorite bistros. After they were seated, Karen ordered a Martini for herself and one for Claire. 

"Since when do you drink Martinis, Karen?" Claire asked. 

"A friend of mine got me to try one and now it's my favorite drink," Karen explained. 

"It must be a gentleman friend," Claire said with a sly smile. "When you said you were busy on Friday and Saturday nights I figured that there must be a new man in your life." 

"As a matter of fact, I have been seeing someone," Karen said. 

"Well, that's terrific," Claire said. "Is he tall, dark and handsome?" 

Karen laughed and said, "Yes, he's all three. Especially dark." 

Claire didn't pick up on Karen's hint. She told Karen, "You'll have to tell me all about him, but first, how is Megan doing with her pregnancy?" 

"Oh, Megan is doing fine," Karen responded. "She is really showing now. You should see her with her baby bump." 

"I just can't picture little Megan carrying a baby of her own!" Claire said. "I don't know how to put this, but I heard that Megan is pregnant with a black baby. Is it true?" 

"It's true," Karen said, matter-of-factly. "She started going out with a black boy from school and he knocked her up." 

"Well, for someone who never had a problem using the n-word, you seem to be taking it well," Claire said. 

"I freaked out at first," Karen said. "I even tried to have him arrested for rape, but I've come to accept it now. It's okay that my grandchild will be black." 

"Wow, what's gotten into you?" Claire asked, surprised by Karen's acceptance of her daughter's interracial pregnancy. 

Karen looked Claire in the face and said, "A big black cock! That's what's gotten into me and it's really made me a different person." 

"No shit?!" Claire said loudly. "You're having sex with a black man? But you always hated black men!" 

"I didn't hate black men!" Karen said adamantly. "I just didn't like them much, and I never had any use for them, but that's changed now. Just about all the women in my family, including my daughter, have gone black, and now, so have I." 

"I can't believe it," Claire said, shaking her head and taking a big gulp of her Martini. "Do they really make love better than white men?" 

Karen smiled and said, "Black guys don't make love. They just plain fuck you! They fill your pussy with their big black cocks and pound you and make you beg for more. If my boyfriend, Bo, says 'suck my cock', I do it. If he says, 'bend over your desk and let me fuck you,' I do it. Bo calls me his nigger-loving slut, and that's exactly what I am!" 

Claire sat in her chair, stunned, staring at Karen and saying nothing for a few moments. Then she spoke. 

"My husband is cheating on me again. He'll never change. He doesn't even try to be sneaky about it anymore." 

"Oh, that's terrible," Karen said sympathetically. "You deserve someone better than that SOB, Claire." 

"I've decided that I'm going to have to make myself happy, and the next time some cute guy asks me out, I just might go," Claire said. Then, with a naughty grin, Claire said quietly, "To tell you the truth, I'd really like to have sex with a black guy, just one time!" 

"Well, you shouldn't do it then," Karen said. 

"Why shouldn't I?" Claire asked. "Because 'revenge sex' is not a good idea?" 

"No," Karen said, smiling, "because if you fuck a black guy it won't be 'just one time'. From the very second that you see and feel that big black cock sliding deep into your pussy you'll be hooked on it. You'll want it one time alright - one time a day, at least! Getting black-fucked is a mind-altering, life-changing experience." 

"But I think you're ready for it, Claire," Karen said with a smile. 

Claire smiled back and said, "I think so too, and if I want to do it more than once, so be it!" 

"How soon do you want to start fucking?" Karen asked. 

"My husband is going out of town, on business he says, but I'm sure he's taking his latest girlfriend. He leaves tomorrow and he'll be gone until Sunday," Claire said. "I'm available any time. I can't believe I'm going to do this!" 

"Bo has a friend named Barry," Karen said. "He's built really well, with lots of tattoos and long dreadlocks half-way down his back. I'll give him your number and he'll call you tomorrow." 

"He sounds a little scary," Claire said, grinning. "Are you sure he'll be interested in me?" 

Karen laughed and answered, "He's a sweetheart! I'll tell him you're a gorgeous white woman and you're ready to fuck. He'll be interested, trust me." 

Karen and Claire drank another Martini each and ate some dinner, then said goodnight with Karen giving Claire a goodbye hug and telling her that she wouldn't be disappointed. 

Karen didn't speak to Claire again until her phone rang Saturday afternoon and she knew from her caller ID that it was Claire. 

"Hey Claire," Karen said, answering the call, "What's up?" 

"Holy fucking shit!" was all that Claire said. 

Karen giggled into the phone and said, "I'm guessing that someone got fucked by a big black cock!" 

"It was amazing!" Claire said. "I've never been fucked like that. He is hung like a horse and he knows who to use it! He fucked me three times last night and twice this morning. He must have dumped a gallon of cum in me. I have to get to the drug store for a morning after pill or I'll be in the same boat as your Megan!" 

"You're going to love being a nigger-loving slut, Claire!" Karen chuckled. 

"I already do!" Claire said before saying thank you and goodbye as she ended the call. 

Times two 

About a week after Chelsea and her baby got home from the hospital, Megan decided to drop by to visit them both. 

When Megan arrived, Chelsea was on the couch, in her bathrobe, breast feeding baby Jazz. 

"Oh, she is so precious!" Megan gushed, seeing the tiny black infant pushed up against Chelsea's lily white tit, sucking on her nipple. "You both look great. She is a lot darker than when she was first born. What does it feel like to have her sucking on your boob?" 

"Oh, it's amazing," Chelsea said. "Take off your top and I'll show you!" 

"Okay," Megan said, chuckling, "But Jazz is going to get pissed off when she doesn't get any milk out of me!" 

Megan pulled off her top and dropped her bra on the couch as Chelsea placed the newborn atop her bare baby bump. When Megan brought Jazz to her already-enlarged nipple the baby immediately latched on with her little mouth and started suckling. 

Chelsea then told Megan, "Wow, with your top off I can see how really big your belly is getting! You're what, four months pregnant? You're a lot bigger than I was. You look like you're maybe six or seven months along." 

"My mom noticed the same thing and she took me to the doctor for an ultrasound exam," Megan said. "So, lucky me (sarcastically), I'm pregnant with twins!" 

Chelsea shrieked, "Oh Megan, that's so awesome! Twins! I can't believe it. I don't think we've ever had twins in our family." 

"Mom says they run on my father's side," Megan said with a frown. "At first, my baby bump was getting just a little bigger every day. Now it's like it's getting bigger by the hour!" 

"Well, you must be excited! Two babies!" Chelsea said with a wide grin. "It's a good thing you have two big tits!" 

Baby Jazz started fussing and crying and Megan handed her to Chelsea, who was leaking milk all over herself. Chelsea brought the baby to her nipple and she stopped crying and started feeding. 

"All I have to do is hear her cry and my nipples started dripping milk," Chelsea said. "So, getting back to the twins, Megan, how do you feel about it?" 

"Well, it's really kind of funny," Megan began. "Not ha-ha funny, but weird, you know? I mean, your sister, Jennifer, was trying to have a baby and she's having just one. You deliberately went off the pill for the fun of it, or the thrill of it, when you started fucking that big black cock, and you had just one baby. Your mom didn't really care, one way or the other, about getting knocked up, and she's having just one baby. I'm the only one who really didn't want a baby, and I was half-way careful some of the time, and I end up pregnant with two babies!" 

"Like you said," Chelsea chuckled, "it's just your dumb luck, but it's great! Just think of the looks you'll get when you're pushing that big double stroller through the mall with two black babies in it! What did Aunt Karen say?" 

"Mom was really upset at first," Megan answered. "But then she said that she'll help me and we'll manage. I cried all the way home from the doctor and she kept telling me that it will be alright. She has really changed since she hooked up with Bo." 

"Well, she's probably addicted to that big black cock now, just like we are, and that's changed her outlook," Chelsea mused. "What if she gets pregnant? Then you'll have three black babies in diapers!" 

"I told her the other day that she better be careful or her belly will start swelling too!" Megan said, "But she doesn't think it's possible. She tried for years to have another baby and she never could get pregnant again. Now she's 42 and that's too old for most women, she says. Plus, before he got divorced Bo tried for years to get his wife pregnant and she could never conceive." 

"After my mom gives birth in a couple of months we'll have two babies in diapers at my house, but we'll help each other," Chelsea said. "And we'll help you too, as much as we can. I'm sure Rodney will pitch in too. Is he going to move in with you?" 

"Mom says Rodney will be welcome to move in after he marries me," Megan said, "but he hasn't asked me yet. I told my mother that not everyone gets married nowadays but she says if he loves me as much as he says he does he'll make me his wife and he'll be a father to our twins and not just a baby-daddy." 

Chelsea conceded, "That's old school thinking, but I can see where Aunt Karen is coming from. Maybe Rodney is just waiting for the right time to propose, because it really would make sense for him to marry you and move in before your babies are born." 

"Plus Bo says he'll give Rodney a job on his construction crew after we graduate from high school in a couple of weeks," Megan said. "He could be making real good money in a few years." 

"In a few years you'll need some real good money to pay for all the black babies that you'll have!" Chelsea said with a laugh. 

"I don't think so!" Megan responded. "I told Rodney already that I'm going on the pill as soon as I deliver because two babies will be more than enough for a long time! What about you, Chelsea? Are you going back on the pill?" 

"I don't know," Chelsea said, cradling baby Jazz at her breast, "I liked being pregnant - except for the last couple of weeks - and I really love fucking those big black cocks and taking their cum in my pussy! I might wait a while before I get knocked up again, or maybe not!" 

Popping the question 

It started out as an uneventful night. Megan was home alone, sitting on the couch, watching TV and fiddling with her iPad. Rodney was working his part-time job and would be dropping by to see Megan soon. Karen was at Bo's place, enjoying a simple dinner and getting herself well-fucked. Megan expected her mom to come home fairly early since it was a weeknight and she had to work the next day. 

When Rodney arrived he embraced and kissed Megan, then he sat with her on the living room couch and handed her a gift. It was about the size of a shoe box and was wrapped with baby paper, the sort of wrapping used for baby shower gifts. 

"Oh Rodney," Megan said with a smile, "You're so sweet, honey! You bought something for our babies." 

"Yeah I did. Go ahead and open it," Rodney said. 

Megan ripped the wrapping paper off and discovered it was a shoe box. She opened the box and found it stuffed with crumpled paper. When she tore through the paper she found another much smaller box, the kind that jewelry comes in. Megan opened the box and she gasped when she saw a gold engagement ring with a single small diamond. 

Megan gushed, "Rodney, sweetheart!" 

At that point, Megan noticed that Rodney had gone down on one knee in front of her. 

"I wanted to do this sooner, but I had to save up the money to buy you a ring," Rodney said. "Megan, will you marry me?" 

"Oh honey!" Megan said as she burst into happy tears. "Yes, yes! Of course I'll marry you! Oh, sweetheart, I love you so much!" 

Rodney took the ring and slipped it onto the third finger of Megan's left hand. They both admired it and smiled at each other, then kissed passionately. 

Megan then got off the couch and grabbed Rodney's pants and pulled them down. She pulled down her own shorts and panties and kicked them off. 

"I want my fiancé to fuck me, right here, right now!" Megan declared, climbing onto Rodney's lap, her big baby belly pressing up against Rodney's tight abs. 

Rodney was so excited that his big black cock was already erect. Megan was wet enough that she was able to slowly impale herself on his shaft. 

"I love you!" Megan said as she and Rodney began to fuck in unison. 

The sound of the front door being unlocked startled them both. 

"Oh fuck!" Megan said, realizing her mother was about to walk in on them. Megan kept her hands on Rodney's shoulders and said, "Don't you dare move. Keep it in me, darling!" 

Karen saw her daughter and Rodney, in their lap-fucking position, and said, "My god, Megan! I don't believe you! I don't really mind you fucking Rodney, and I know it wouldn't matter if I did, but do you have to do it on the living room couch? There's a bed in your room. You two should use it!" 

Without getting off Rodney, Megan rocked ever so slowly, then grinned at her mother and said, "We're celebrating!" 

"What on Earth are you celebrating?" Karen asked. Because she'd consumed a couple of Martinis before she fucked Bo barely 45 minutes earlier, Karen was feeling pretty loose and surprised herself by not being especially angry at Megan and Rodney. 

Megan smiled and held up her left hand, turning it back and forth so that the little diamond would sparkle enough to catch her mom's eye. Karen saw the ring and came rushing over to Megan. 

"Oh, my gosh!" Karen exclaimed, "Did Rodney propose to you? Are you two getting married?!" 

"Yes! Yes! I'm engaged!" Megan shouted exuberantly. 

Karen threw her arms around Megan's neck and hugged her as well as she could, considering the awkward positon she was in, sitting on Rodney with his cock still in her pussy. 

"I'm so happy for you both, and for your babies!" Karen said. "I'm going to go change clothes. You two can finish your business, then get dressed and meet me in the kitchen. I'll pop a bottle of bubbly for me and Rodney and we'll pour some ginger ale in a champagne glass for you, Megan!" 

Karen headed out of the living room, toward her bedroom, and she paused to glance back. She saw that Megan and Rodney wasted no time, kissing intently and humping up and down on the couch. Karen really wanted to stop and watch her pregnant teen get fucked, but she didn't, entering her bedroom and closing the door. 

Megan whispered to Rodney, "Hurry up and cum, honey." 

The couple picked up speed. Megan's bloated boobs bounced up and down as she and Rodney got their motion synchronized. Megan came twice, and in about two minutes, Rodney came too. 

"Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm!" Rodney muttered as he muffled the moans that always occurred when he shot his load. 

After a couple of afterglow kisses, Megan climbed off Rodney's cock, cupping her cunt with her hand to contain any leaking semen. 

"Don't drip on the couch, sweetheart," Megan admonished Rodney as they headed off to her bedroom to get dressed before meeting up with her mom for their champagne and ginger ale toast. 




Sisters' Misters Ch. 09



We thee wed 

The next few weeks were quite eventful. Jennifer gave birth to her baby boy and named him after her baby-daddy, Jamal, calling him Junior. 

As promised, Katie drove Karen to the tattoo parlor and treated her to her very first tattoo. After an hour in the shop, Karen had a Queen of Spades symbol permanently inked on her skin, just above her left ankle. Karen's tattoo matched the ones adorning every other female in their family. Bo absolutely loved it - the look of it and the fact that it signified her devotion to black men. Karen got super excited when Bo said he would be taking her back to the tattoo parlor to mark her body some more, just for him. 

Megan finished high school. She wasn't the only girl to cover a baby bump with her graduation gown, but she showed a lot more than the others. Bo attended the commencement ceremony with Karen. Their romantic relationship was no longer a secret to anyone. Chelsea attended the ceremony too, carrying her black baby, Jazz, and showing her off to all the teachers and students who knew her when she graduated a year earlier. Katie, who was well into her third trimester and looked it, was there too. 

Megan and Rodney planned their wedding, with a lot of help from Karen, to take place just a month after Rodney proposed. They wanted to get married before Megan hit the final stretch of her pregnancy. They planned to have a little honeymoon before Megan was too far along to enjoy it. Rodney began to move into Megan and Karen's house and he supplied the labor, with guidance from Bo, as they transformed an extra bedroom into a double-crib nursery. 

Megan and Karen bought a simple yet elegant white maternity gown for her to wear at her wedding. The dress showed off her enormous boobs and tastefully accented her rapidly-growing, twin-bearing baby bulge. Megan was a little disappointed that her tattoos wouldn't be visible in the floor length gown, but she knew it would look beautiful on her special day. 

The wedding was planned to take place at the home of Karen and Megan. Karen made arrangements for Pastor Bob from their church to come and perform the marriage ceremony. Pastor Bob remembered Megan from when she was a little girl in Sunday school, and while he didn't approve of the circumstances, he was happy to officiate. 

When the big day came, just about all of the friends and relatives were in attendance. Grandma was there, of course. Jennifer and Jamal came with baby Junior. Chelsea brought baby Jazz. Aunt Katie, who was very pregnant at that point, came with her cuckold husband, Bill. Karen - the mother of the bride - was there with Bo and, as a couple, they were very attentive and affectionate. Everyone agreed that Megan looked beautiful in her white maternity gown and Rodney was handsome in the new suit and tie that Bo helped him buy. 

Everyone gathered in the living room. Megan and Rodney faced the happy crowd as Pastor Bob conducted a fairly traditional marriage ceremony. After Megan and Rodney each repeated their vows, and Rodney slipped the wedding ring onto Megan's finger, Pastor Bob said "I now pronounce you husband and wife. Rodney, you may kiss your bride!" 

Rodney and Megan embraced and put their contrasting lips together for a dramatic smooch, bringing hoots, cheers and congratulations from everyone there. Bill said it was time for champagne, for everyone who wasn't pregnant that is! 

Pastor Bob shouted "Hold on folks! I have a little surprise for you. I've been asked to perform one more wedding ceremony tonight!" 

Grandma exclaimed, "Oh, my gosh! Jennifer, you and Jamal are finally getting married!" 

Jennifer said, "No, Grandma. You'll get an invitation when we set the date, but it won't be tonight! 

Just then, Bo pulled a paper out of his coat pocket and said, "I've got the marriage license right here, Pastor Bob!" 

Just about everyone in the room gasped in total shock, then screamed and cheered. 

"Mom, this is so great!" Megan exclaimed, bursting out in happy tears. "I can't believe that you and Bo are going to share a wedding day with me and Rodney!" 

Karen then stood by Bo, putting her arms around him, and he spoke. 

"Yes, Karen and I are getting married for two good reasons," Bo said smiling. "First, because we love each other so much. And secondly, because I want to make an honest woman out of her!" 

Grandma said loudly, "back in my day, when a man said he was going to 'make an honest woman out of her' it meant that she was pregnant!" 

Karen and Bo both smiled and nodded their heads. Megan, Katie, Chelsea and Jennifer rushed over to hug Karen and shake Bo's hand, and all the other guests did the same. 

"Mom, I thought you said you couldn't get pregnant!" Megan said loud enough for everyone to hear over the laughing and cheering. 

"What can I say?" Karen said. "It was just about impossible - but not totally impossible - so of course, I had to defy the odds and get myself knocked up! It's our kind of luck! What are the odds that Megan would get pregnant with twins, but she certainly hit the jackpot!" 

"Well, I'm glad that Mom and I are both pregnant and we're both brides tonight!" Megan said, bringing applause and cheers from everyone. 

Grandma spoke up next, saying, "Well, congratulations to both brides and grooms, but I've got to say - and no offense to any of you guys - not long ago I never would have imagined my Karen marrying a black man, let alone having his baby! Now I'm the only woman in this family who hasn't gone black! We're not a white family anymore!" 

Karen grinned and said, "Well, you know what they say - if you can't beat 'em, join 'em!" 

Chelsea then piped up and said, "They also say that once you go black, you never, ever, go back!"