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The Mbayo Clinic Ch. 01

By: Memphisto23



It wasn't going to happen. I was tired. I was out of breath. And no closer to orgasm than I'd been when we started.

We could keep fucking like this, but I wasn't going to come and I didn't see any sign that she would, either. The sound of the bed squeaking and our bodies connecting filled our bedroom with a deafening lack of sound.

She knew it and I knew it, yet for some reason we kept at it. Pushing, pulling and sweating futilely until we both just lay there, breathing hard and staring at ceiling.

That was the exact moment. The point where a decision had to be made. We could give it up and go our separate ways or we could try something else. But whatever it was we were doing, we couldn't do whatever this was any longer.

I propped myself up on my elbow and looked at my wife. Her staring at the ceiling as if someone was going to airdrop supplies. Or rescue her. 

She was still beautiful. If anything, she was more beautiful than the girl I'd married ten years ago.

Audrey was now in her late thirties. The word most commonly used to describe her was striking. But to me, my wife's sleek look was best described by the word "expensive." Her dark hair was cropped in stylish, shorter cut with highlights that offset her pronounced high cheekbones. Her breeding exuded class and poise, even now, naked and straining beneath me.

Her lean frame was a yoga and pilates-toned torso, replete with firm muscle you could feel just under the surface. Her legs, which were always amazing, were now near perfect and led the eye towards her pert little ass cheeks.

Sure, there were little lines here and there. But her skin regimen, made up of countless expensive creams and lotions and make-up made it so you couldn't find them if you tried. And I wasn't trying to find faults or wrinkles. I was just trying to find the Audrey that still wanted me.

Finally, she rolled toward me with a sigh, her sea green eyes taking in my softening cock before raising them to meet my eyes. And that's when I knew what was different about Audrey. It was her eyes. The color was the same, maybe darker. But the playful and promising glint in them was long gone.

"Do you want to talk?" she said, with a tone that clearly implied that she did not. When had she become so guarded? When had I?

"Let's do it" I told her.

She raised an eyebrow incredulously. Slowly, carefully she said, "we just... tried."

She still could get a smile out of me. Even then. I took it as a good sign. I let a big breath. "No. That's not what I meant. Let's go see this lady. Mbayo. Let's do whatever it takes. Voodoo. Chickens. Herbs. Incense. Whatever. I'll do it."

A light came on somewhere inside of her. A small flow of tears began to leak out of her eye and she wiped it, distractedly. "Do you mean it, William?" She bit her lip and began again. "If we're going to do this, I want you to commit to it."

I nodded. This wasn't enough for her. She reached forward, grabbing my cock firmly. Her emerald eyes shot me another questioning glance, letting me know the price she was willing to pay. I felt myself stiffen in her grasp. "I will. I'll do whatever this Mbayo woman says."

Trying to have a baby had been . Honestly, it was killing us. We're certainly not the first couple to have trouble conceiving. And we wouldn't have been the first to split up over it, either. But for Audrey it had become an obsession and for myself, it had become something I didn't even want to think about.

It had been going on this way for years now. The harder we tried the more she wanted it and the more I wanted to give up. And the more we began to resent each other. And the more the joy left our bedroom.

As a clinical scientist, I had access to some of the best doctors and fertility clinics in the region, but none of them did any good. We were what was called a double risk infertility. My sperm count was abysmal and her ovaries the same. But there were exercises and pills. Timing ovulation. Supplements. Viagra. And when those didn't work there was in vitro, which resulted in a miscarriage and left us in even more pain with a side helping of financial trouble.

After the heartbreak of the miscarriage, I began to talk adoption. Audrey wouldn't listen. Her view was that she would adopt, but she wanted this baby to be hers. And nothing would stop her. She began to work out obsessively and threw herself into her work. It was as if she believed that she could outperform this problem. 

At first, it was amazing watching her transformation. She had always been soft and curvy, but the years had added a few pounds here and there. Not anymore. Six days a week at the gym, sometimes twice a day and zero carb diets began to tone her and harden her into an amazon. I still thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world, but there was so much pain and determination in that lean new body of hers that it was hard to find the lust I was supposed to feel for it.

She began to push harder for more sex, but the joy was gone. Each climax was another one that failed to provide what she wanted so desperately. Each one a symbol of my failure as her partner. Each one another crushing blow to my own sense of worth.

That's when she began to pull away. The workouts became more fervent. More rigorous. She never said it, but I believe she was trying to fix herself in some way. Become so healthy that pregnancy couldn't possibly be denied her.

She began taking hormonal supplements she purchased from the health food store. When those were deemed too weak, she began buying in bulk on the internet. She dragged me into each of these homeopathic cures. Fish oil. Roots. Tinctures. Salves. All berry diets. Egg and fish only protein diets. Cleanses. Tantric sex. Crystals. Meditation. A "Fertility Cruise and Resort" package. She knew that, as a scientist, I didn't believe in any of it. And that was another thing she blamed me for.

Before my only way to stop it was too make myself too busy. As she began taking up residence in the gym, I began letting myself go. Adding pounds I didn't need. I took up smoking again. Quit. Started again. Found bars to go hang out in, found excuses not to come home to whatever regime was being enforced that month.

Audrey had an affair with her trainer. She only told me after I confessed that I'd begun having feelings for a woman at work. In one terrible evening, we both put it all out there. She'd used him to try and get pregnant, but failed. Now the shame was too much. I confessed that I'd allowed myself to become infatuated in by an attractive young woman at work who clearly was looking to earn a quick promotion.

We considered separating. But we didn't. Maybe it was harder than imagining being alone. Or maybe we just weren't done with each other. Things got better for awhile and we both put the topic of children away for awhile. But it was hard, watching our friends and family conceive with ease. Before long, Audrey was making subtle and not-so-subtle hints about new methods she'd heard about.

The latest was some woman. A fertility specialist a few hours away, who some claimed was a priestess from Africa. No medical degree. No insurance coverage. Just some lady that a friend of a friend raved about. One who could work miracles when regular science failed. Her name was Adele Mbayo.

As I already mentioned, I have a clinical background. I'd pulled every favor I could to get us the best clinics in our region. I'd tried to find studies for new breakthrough medicines. For months and months I'd tried to humor these "miracle cures" that had nothing to do with actual science. 

I drew the line at Adele Mbayo. I wasn't going to submit myself to further embarrassment at the hands of quacks. Audrey took it well, considering. We were trying to make things work. But I wasn't going to give in. Enough was enough.

And then, of course, I gave in.

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Almost as soon as I said I'd see Adele Mbayo, Audrey's hands were dexterously manipulating my dick. And as always, she knew exactly what to do with it.

Audrey kissed me then. The force of it surprised me. She came at me harder than we'd kissed in years. Our lips mashed together. Our teeth clicked off each other. Her tongue was hot in my mouth and it probed me, testing my honesty. Checking to see if I really meant what I'd said. Extracting a promise to go through with it. My cock grew ever harder in her tantalizing grip.

She broke the kiss abruptly. "I swear to God, William. If this doesn't work, I'll let it go. But you can't be the skeptic anymore. I have to know you mean it. I don't want to hear the word 'voodoo.' You have to do whatever Adele says. I have to know we tried... everything." Her hand was now fully jacking my cock in slow strokes from the tip down to my balls and dragging back up again. "Can you do that?"

I swallowed and looked for the answer in my head. "I can do that." She kissed me again. I pulled apart, breathing harder now, my nose and forehead against hers. I watched her hand bobbing over my throbbing shaft. 

"I can do it for you" I whispered.

Audrey swung one of her long, impossibly toned legs over mine. She buried her head in my shoulder as she expertly lowered herself onto me. It was different than it had been just a few minutes before. Everything was different now. All it had taken was a few simple words. One solitary commitment.

And now she was riding me. A glowing look of confidence on her face as she slowly churned her hips, rocking her soft hairless lips over my crotch, my cock inside her and as hard as it had ever been.

For the first time in so very, very long, we were fucking. We weren't going through the motions. We weren't pretending. Most importantly, we weren't trying to conceive. 

No, we were just fucking. Really, she was fucking me. Her back arched and her pubic bone pressed into me hard. Her head lolled back as she ran her fingers down her long neck and across her collarbone. Her hand flattened as her palm grazed over her thick, excited nipples, down her flat stomach, her manicured fingers aiming ever downward until she reached her wet clit and began to massage it.

It was too much for me. Watching her like this. Seeing her abandonment, her wantonness. 

"Oh god, Audrey, I'm going to come. Slow down."

She didn't even open her eyes. "Go ahead, William. Come. Come inside me. Fuck me. Until. You. Fucking. Come."

I wanted to sit up, grab her neck and kiss her again. I wanted to take control. Flip her over. Change positions. Eat her until she begged me to fuck her again.

That's what I would've done. Before things got bad.

But I wasn't going to mess this up. We'd been too long without a single decent fuck. Me doing something like that... who knew how it would go over? I wasn't about to find out.

Instead I tried to hold on. But the sound of slapping of her skin on mine, faster and faster made it almost impossible. My eyes kept wandering up her body, seeing the distended, aching tips of her breasts—god, those nipples—she'd always had those amazingly thick fucking nipples. Her wet lips pursed open in a silent moan, her eyes closed as she focused all of her attention on what her tight, slippery pussy was feeling. She told me once that she could feel every inch of my cock. Every vein, every pulse, every throb. Her voice from years ago, now a smoky whisper in my ear, driving me closer to the edge of orgasm. 

I wasn't going to make it. Her fingers were dancing over her pussy, occasionally brushing against my shaft. Her other hand was planted squarely in my chest, her elbow occasionally shuttering with tension or exhaustion or both.

She'd told me to come. She'd given me permission. And it had been so fucking long. Oh god it had been so long.

My cock began to empty itself inside her, my come lurching out of me in desperate spasms. Audrey kept working her hand over herself, but she began to slow as I finished coming. She leaned over me again, giving me small kisses across my face, her breathing ragged.

"Aud, I can... help you get there. I can... um, go down-"

Her damp hair slid back and forth across my head as she shook it, her forehead pressed to mine. "No. I don't need that. And you don't want to taste it."

"I don't care. Let me."

"No, dear." Audrey rolled over again onto her pillow. But this time she grabbed her thighs and lifted them toward her chest, careful not to let any of my seed spill out of her.

I tried not to look disappointed. I don't know why I'd told myself that things were different. Had I let myself believe that for once we were just fucking like we used to? Of course I was. I'm an idiot. I was still a sperm donor. A failure of a sperm donor.

She returned my gaze levelly. "You never know, William." I sighed and nodded. I let my feet dangle from the edge of the bed, willing myself to rise. As I walked toward the bathroom, I heard Audrey's voice. Not the carefree Audrey I'd been so crazy about. Not the one I'd imagined was bouncing on my dick just a minute ago. No, this was the same Audrey I'd been living with for the last two years. The one with only one objective. One impossible objective.

This new Audrey's voice was resolute. "I'm going to call her in the morning and see how soon we can get an appointment." She paused, letting that sink in. Then, she continued, "You made me a promise."

I looked at myself in the mirror as I closed the bathroom door. She was right. But what had I promised? To humor her? Myself? Or had I just agreed to get rid of the last thing that I thought might keep her with me? 

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Adele Mbayo's office was nicer than I'd expected. Of course, I'd been expecting a seedy environment probably best suited to a fortune teller. Instead it was clean and sparse. Not quite medical sterility, but reassuringly well kept and comfortable.

The receptionist who had asked us to wait was quite possibly the most beautiful black woman I'd ever seen. High cheekbones, full lips and light brown eyes that smiled at you like a lost lover. She was willowy and tall and spoke with a light accent that I assumed was African. She wore a brightly colored wrap on her head and her skin was incredibly dark and flawless beneath a sharp business skirt and blouse.

The questionnaire was mainly boilerplate health and physical information. I knew from experience that the invasive questions would likely come later, once we were behind closed doors with the doctor. Or specialist. Or whatever Mbayo called herself.

After a few minutes, the receptionist asked us to follow her to a room. As we followed her, I once again admired her form. I didn't make a show of it, but quite frankly, her ass was a thing to be marveled at. Her well tailored skirt clung to it, barely containing its curves. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Audrey raise an eyebrow at me, probably in reference my ogling. I made a face back at her. We both smiled. She knew I was here for her. Or at least I hoped so. Either way, she was in a sunny mood now that we were finally here and my staring at a hot derriere was going to ruin it.

We sat in a small, comfortable room in two chair. Surprisingly, the receptionist sat down across from us and began looking through our paperwork. She looked up, smiled again and said, "Tell me why you've come to see us."

Audrey and I exchanged a glance. Audrey spoke. "Oh, are you Dr. Mbayo?"

The black woman shook her head. "No Mrs. Jones. I am Grace. I work with Ms. Mbayo." 

I noted the emphasis on "Ms." instead of Audrey's "Dr." Of course she wasn't a doctor. But I was impressed that she hadn't continued the misnomer. A lot of unaccredited "healers" would've been happy to let a client think they are doctors.

Grace continued in her melodic, accented tone. "Truthfully, I am Ms. Mbayo's daughter. I've been working with her since we moved here. But my role here is a professional one, an essential part of our process."

I spoke up. "Where exactly are you from?" I realized it had come out somewhat accusingly. I hastily added, "I really like your accent."

Grace didn't miss a beat. "My mother and I are from West Africa. From a small village outside Mali. We moved here when I was just a teenager. In our home, the fertility rate is high. But the infant mortality rate is also high. My mother, she wanted to go somewhere where her skills could do more good. Now that we are here, we have found that what we offer is unique to Western medicine. The ways that our people have used for hundreds of years offer something that fertility clinics here do not. And we have been very successful."

I desperately wanted to ask how successful. Or what she knew about Western medicine. But I held back. Just by looking around, it was clearly that whatever they were doing was making money. I felt a small glimmer of something begin to flutter inside me. It wasn't hope exactly, but I was happy to have been so wrong about what I'd projected Mbayo's clinic to be like.

Audrey spoke for me. "My husband and I have been trying to conceive. We want your help." Audrey continued laying out our history and our case while Grace Mbayo made notes. After a few minutes, another woman entered the room.

It had to be Adele Mbayo. She had a definite presence that was hard to ignore. Shorter than her daughter, she was an older woman, possibly in her forties, but it was impossible to tell. Her body was heavyset, but in all the right ways. It was that of a fertility goddess statue, rendered in human flesh. Her breasts were triumphant orbs that defied description, even through her clothing. Heavy, powerful magnets that drew my eyes toward them and caused my mind to imagine how they would feel pressed against my face, rubbing along my chest, surrounding my penis.

She wore a bright patterned flowy dress with a deep cut that revealed miles that of deep, inviting cleavage. Her skin was dark, near ebony itself, but as smooth as clear as her daughter's. She smiled at us both, revealing perfect white teeth and gave the effect of pure sunlight on an African savannah. As she moved towards an empty chair, I noticed her thick, womanly curves gave her hips a natural sway and jiggle that mesmerized me.

Her voice was rich and her accent was also unmistakably African. I watched her full lips move, noting the pearlescent shine to them and when she bent forward to look at the paperwork that Grace had filled out, my eyes were lost once again in the landscape of her magnificent breasts in her plunging neckline.

Somewhere in the back of my brain I registered her voice. "Hello. I am Adele Mbayo. It is lovely to have you both here, Mr. and Mrs. Jones." I glanced over to my wife and saw a longing in her eyes as she stared at Adele. Was she expecting a miracle? A spell? Or was she also similarly affected by Ms. Mbayo's lush curves and abundantly displayed femininity? I saw in Mbayo, everything that my wife wanted for herself. A body naturally made to bear children. An innate mother's calm and nuturing spirit. 

My heart broke a little for Audrey at that moment. As it had a million times in the last few years.

"You've seen quite a few specialists. I have only a few questions for you both." She looked at each of us, levelly but warmly. "I can tell you've been through a lot. I don't know if what we do here can work for you, but I'm willing to do everything I can to give you the child you want. Which of you is infertile?"

Audrey and I looked at each other. This was the part we'd been dreading, the part we dreaded every time we walked into one of these consultations. I spoke, sparing Audrey the uncomfort. "We both are. Well, that is we are both designated as low possibility candidates for pregnancy. My sperm count is low and the quality is poor. Audrey has difficulty with ovulation and her egg production is irregular."

Adele nodded solemnly. Grace reached out a hand and placed it on Audrey's own, to reassure her. My wife wiped her eye distractedly. Adele spoke again. "I expected as much. People who tend to find me are at the end of traditional medicine's capabilities. Or they are people who have long ago rejected western ideals for health." She studied us both again for a moment and then spoke again. "What the other doctors have told you is true. That doesn't make it impossible. At least not to us. But there is one more question to be answered, one that is more important to us than all the doctor's charts in the world."


The Mbayo Clinic Ch. 01



Adele spoke softly now. "Is this what you really want? Is having a natural child the only solution you will accept? And will you be able to provide a real family for this child, with parents who love each other? Is this what you want?"

Audrey's voice was a cracked whisper, "More than anything in the world."

I felt my own eyes welling with moisture. I nodded. Then added, "Yes, ma'am." 

Part of me, that detached clinical side, wondered if I'd lost my mind. Was I this weak? These weren't doctors. And this "chance" was nothing more than imagination and hokum. But something about Mbayo gave me a hope that had been gone for years. Her presence, her voice... I just wanted her to hold me and tell me that everything would be okay. Which was ridiculous.

But that's how I felt. And clearly, that was what Audrey was experiencing. I felt her hand grab mine and squeeze it.

Adele smiled then and the mood in the room immediately shifted with it. "Good. I believe in you. This will not be the easiest thing you've done, but if we all do our best, I think you have the potential to become wonderful parents."

After that Adele asked a few more questions and the rest of the interview was less intense. After that we were taken to individual exam rooms, per Ms. Mbayo's instructions. Adele and Audrey left to a room one side of the clinic and I was led toward the opposite side by Grace. Audrey turned to look at me and she smiled at me and gave a little wave.

Again, I was impressed by the facility. It managed to land somewhere between comfort and the sort of meticulous clean you expect from any kind of medical clinic. The lighting was low and the temperature was warm. There was a shower off to one side of the room and something that looked more like a massage table than a doctor's exam booth in the middle of the room. 

Toward the far side of the room there was a large window to a room, but I couldn't see anything inside, as the room was dark. Grace spoke from behind me. "That is for later. We save the conception suite for last."

I nodded as if that made sense to me. "How much later?" 

Grace smiled. "In a hurry, are we?" I made a face and she trilled with laughter, then said, "I'm sorry. I can't help myself. After mother approves new patients always I get... a little giddy. Please pardon my silliness."

It felt more like flirtiness. But I didn't mind a bit. Grace took my hand and walked me towards the cushioned table and gestured for me to sit. As I followed her young body, I felt myself growing aroused. Perfect timing. I'm going to be examine and I'm getting an erection, I thought. 

Grace surprised me by sitting next to me. I could smell an expensive, heady perfume and my eyes kept focusing on her long swanlike neck. She took my hand. "This is the part where I tell you that this exam will not be like other exams. It is our goal to make you very comfortable. But we're going to need a sample from you, Mr. Jones."

My eyebrows lifted. Of course. They needed sperm. Grace continued. "In the past, we have found that certain clients are uncomfortable with our sample taking. They are used to the... you know, the locked bathroom and a cup, that sort of thing." I nodded. I'd done that number plenty of times.

"That is not how we work. We've tried it and it simply does not fit with our more traditional methods. So, if you are going to continue with us, you are going to have to be comfortable with us touching you in a way that could be interpreted as sexual. Do you understand that?"

"Uh. I would need to speak to my wife about this."

Grace smiled. "Your wife has been informed. At her initial pre-appointment, I disclosed everything that would be happening in here with you. She understands that this is how my mother works and she has agreed in writing. She chose not to bring it up to you before, because she said you would have refused."

I laughed to myself. "She was right. I would've said no fertility clinic worth going to would operate like that." All of sudden I remembered Audrey's little wave as we headed towards the opposite rooms of the clinic. She knew.

Grace raised an eyebrow. "So you would have refused? And how do you feel now? If you feel the same, then we will understand."

"I feel differently. I don't know why I do. But I feel good about you and Adele. I want this to work. I want to believe this will work."

"And you will be open to our methods? You understand that this will be how things will work going forward? We will be careful and gentle and we won't do anything you do not approve of, I can promise that. It will be sexual -- but it is all ultimately to serve you and your wife's desire to conceive."

"I think so. Yeah. I do. I agree." I paused. "You keep saying 'us?' Is Adele going to be, uh, part of this?"

Grace gave me a smirk. "Most definitely. She is the most essential part. She is going to be anointed by me personally. And my mother. Do you... like this idea?" She pointed down towards my khakis, where a bulge had been developing since we'd walked in the room.

I found myself turning red. "I-I think you are both very beautiful women. All of you." I felt Grace's hand lightly glide over my stiffening erection, her fingernails dragging across the fabric so delicately. I exhaled deeply.

Grace leaned in closer to me, her scent now filling my senses and the warmth of her breath tickling my ear. "You also understand that this holds true for your wife as well. She has agreed to be open with her body and her sexuality. Only with my mother and I. And you, of course. For the purposes of the conception ritual. Do you understand this?" Her hand now gripped my cock.

I nodded, imagining Audrey being disrobed by Adele Mbayo right now. Thick black fingers sliding across her white skin and into the folds of her wet vagina. Her hands slowing opening Adele's dress and cupping the black woman's gigantic tits. I sighed and my voice came out in a groan. "I understand. I agree to whatever you want."

Grace whispered in my ear again. "I was hoping you would say that. Now I want you to lie on your back and let me begin my examination."

Her "examination" was a gentle one. She began opening up my pants and freeing my cock, which was now hard as nails and openly begging for attention.

She smiled at me. "Very nice." she purred. "Today we are going to find out your stimulus points. It should be a very pleasurable experience for you, if you let it. Our process is to facilitate a natural conception and part of this is knowing how best to arouse you to achieve a maximum effect. So just relax now." She paused once again looking back to my towering erection. "And enjoy."

Her soft hand stroked and teased me deftly as she opened buttons on my shirt with the other. Before long all of my clothes had been removed. Her fingers found a nipple and tweaked it. I felt my cock surge. Her hand then ran through my hair and across my scalp. Again, I felt myself react with another aching pulse.

She continued to continually stroke me, never getting me close to orgasm, but fully aroused, while she searched for erogenous zones in my body with her hand. I saw her eyes carefully monitoring me, measuring my responses. She gripped my throat, which I didn't like, but when she massaged the back of my neck while rubbing circular motions across the head of penis, I moaned out loud.

Then she began use her mouth. And teeth. And tongue. She began again with nipples, sucking them, then nipping at them lightly. Her hand was now covered in slick precum and her stroking had picked up in intensity. She moved across my collarbone, to my neck, then ears. Her tongue was buried in my armpit, which felt truly bizarre, but wonderful. Sucking my fingers. Licking my shoulder. All the while, she carefully measured the results of her erotic performance. 

Finally she brought her soft wet lips to my mouth. I knew that this was in some way clinical, but I no longer cared. Retaining objectivity wasn't my job, it was hers. I didn't care if she was checking off boxes on some list. At that moment, I was being expertly kissed by an incredibly beautiful woman I'd just met. Not only that but the fantasy of making out with black woman had been one that I wasn't even aware I'd had. But it added to the experience.

Her tongue felt amazingly deft as it searched and toyed with my own. She rubbed her palm forcefully across the head of my cock and I moaned into her mouth. She moaned back. I don't know why I felt it, but at that moment, I think she was enjoying this as much as I was. She broke off the kiss then, ending with little licks on the outside of my lips, across my jawline.

She whispered in my ear. "I want you to know how much I enjoy this. How much this is turning me on, too." I noticed the heaving rise and fall of her own breasts, not the mountainous display her mother carried, but certainly far too large for a woman of Grace's slim frame.

I yearned to touch her and feel her black skin quiver under my fingertips.

She then found my hand and placed it on her thigh. It was so supple and soft. Effortlessly my hand slid upward under her skirt, drawn irresistibly by the heat coming from the hot black pussy that I couldn't see. Her thong was a slim, lacy things and I could feel the warm moisture they contained. My fingers kept moving upwards, over her considerable ass, neatly split by a thin ribbon of fabric. It was magnificent.

Her tongue licked my earlobe and she continued, "Is this your first time with a black woman, Mr. Jones?" I nodded. "I can tell. That arouses me, knowing you feel this way." I smiled at her admission and continued to let my fingers roam on the endless plains of her spectacular ass cheeks. 

"You have a beautiful cock. Very thick. Responsive. Strong. Do not tell my mother. But I am going to enjoy doing for you. More than other clients, I think."

With that her head slid down my chest and I watched her hungry mouth engulf my cock. Her thick lips and tongue danced as they took my shaft down, thin rivulets of saliva running down to my balls. She was amazing. She pistoned down on me, my pale member disappearing into a beautiful dark angel's face with a vividly pink tongue slipping out as she spiraled down again and again. I groaned with the intensity of her work and my hands clenched at my side, her succulent ass no longer in reach.

I felt as though I was nearing an orgasm, when I felt another pair of hands rub across my chest. I looked up to see Adele Mbayo standing over my head now, her smile beaming. She ran her hands across my face and I was in the heat of passion now. Almost involuntarily my mouth captured her thumb and began sucking it as her daughter kept bathing my cock in her wet mouth.

Adele's voice cut some of the tension. "She is very good at this, isn't she, Mr. Jones?" I nodded again, unable to speak coherently. Adele caught her daughter's eye. Grace lifted her mouth from my aching member, thick streams of saliva still connecting her lips to my shaft. "Is the examination complete?"

Grace wiped her lip gently. "Almost. There is still the prostate."

I looked up at Adele. I was no stranger to having my ass played with, but suddenly I felt very exposed to these two women. Adele seemed to notice my growing concern. "Don't worry. As I said, my daughter is very talented, Mr. Jones. You will not be uncomfortable. Proceed."

I nodded and felt Grace lifting my legs. Suddenly I felt a warmth under my balls as the black woman began tonguing down towards my ass. Adele opened her shirt behind me, her massive chest now coming into view. Each heavy breast was capped by a thick, crinkly nipple and I immediately felt the overpowering need to have them in my mouth. She lowered them towards my face and my tongue shot out, hungrily suckling beneath her.

As my mouth worked at Adele breast, I felt the other against my face, trapping me in a warm pillowy warmth. Just then I felt Grace's lubricated finger penetrate my ready asshole. I groaned and sucked harder at Adele's incredible tit, my tongue and teeth capturing that delicious nipple and sucking it deep in my mouth on instinct. I felt Grace add a second finger and begin sawing them in and out of me while her mouth again descended on my pulsating cock. 

It was a moment I never wanted to end. My body was being played so beautifully by these exotic women. All of my senses were maxed out, my cock as hard as it had ever been, steadily leaking precum now into the mouth of the gorgeous Grace Mbayo while I feasted on her mother's unearthly gargantuan breasts. But I wasn't just teasing her nipple. My mouth was now filling with warm mother's milk and I instinctively swallowed, feeling it's sweet heat travel down inside me.

My orgasm came toward me just as my foggy brain registered what I was doing. It's power and force rushing through my muscles like a freight train. My hips lifted from the table as Grace's fingers pressed hard against my prostate. Cum shot forth from me in great lurching gushes, filling Grace's mouth with my seed. My asshole clutched powerfully at her intruding fingers. She pulled back and continued stroking my knob, letting my seed continue to spurt out in concussive arcs. My eyes fixated on a thick glob that landed on Grace's flawless, flushed cheek, then dripped down onto my chest in a deepening pool of cum.

Adele was forcing her breasts back into her dress and walking around the table to join her daughter, who had carefully slipped her fingers out of me without my notice. I watched, panting, unable to move, as Adele dipped two dark fingers into the pool of my cum and brought a substantial amount to her mouth. Her eyes looked upwards for a moment as she tasted my viscous offering, then she nodded.

"Batungu root" she told her daughter. "Give him two weeks. Mrs. Jones will be ready by then."

Grace looked surprised. "Two weeks? At full strength?"

Adele held her daugher's gaze and nodded. "Mr. Jones will be fine. He is a strong man. Aren't you, Mr. Jones?"

I shrugged. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know what they were talking about at this point. 

Adele looked back at me again and smiled. "Yes you are, Mr. Jones. You are virile. You just need the right conditioning. As does your lovely wife. Take the roots that Grace will prepare for you. Your wife has her own prescription. Neither of you are to have sex for two weeks, until you are back here for the final procedure."

Dumbly, I nodded and sat up. Grace was wiping my cum from me with a warm wet towel. Adele continued. "The root is very strong. You'll notice its effects in a few days. You'll want to disobey my instructions. You'll want sex with your wife. But you cannot. You will just have to masturbate, which you can do as often as you like. Just like a teenage boy. Which is what we want. We want you at your most pure and in your most virile state."

She looked at me carefully. "I know you didn't fully believe in this, Mr. Jones. But our ways work. They have for hundreds of years. Your biggest obstacle is you no longer remember why you chose your woman. You don't think of sex as sex. You think of it as an ordeal." 

She had a point. There wasn't any use denying it.

'Your body doesn't like this behavior. It is not cooperating with you anymore. You have to let go of your negative emotions. I want you to focus on that for the next two weeks. Focus on why you and your wife were drawn to one another in the first place."

With that, Adele took her leave, closing the door of the room behind her. I swung my legs around to the side of the table to stand up, my hands awkwardly covering my limp cock as I waited for Grace to return from the medicine cabinet. She did, her light brown eyes twinkling as she approached. "Did we enjoy our examination, Mr. Jones?"

I felt a blush coming on. "Yes I did, Grace. Thank you." 

Grace took my hand. "You are very welcome. I was completely honest with you. I do enjoy my work here. More than I can express with words. I try to let my inner happiness come through my actions."

My mind flashed back to the feel of her ass and the way she'd kissed me. The way she'd sucked me. The flush on her cheeks as my cum splattered across her cheek. Again, I flustered. "You do a good job of expressing yourself then." 

Grace smiled and kissed my cheek. "You are very cute when you blush like a naughty schoolboy, Mr. Jones." She pressed a something into my hand. I looked down to see what was inside. 

It was a small wooden box. Inside was a vial of some white liquid. Next to that were fourteen small bags of some tiny orange root, which I assumed was the batungo root her mother had mentioned. I looked up at Grace, "any instructions?"

"Yes, you will need to eat the root every morning for the next two weeks. Follow it with a small sip from the vial and then another sip before going to bed."

"What's it do? How does the root taste?'

"It tastes terrible" Grace squinted and wrinkled her nose. "But it works. Chew it up before swallowing, then a sip from the vial, which most clients tell us offsets the bitterness of the root."

"The vial?"

Grace looked uncomfortable. "It is our special tincture. You won't find its like anywhere else. I really can't explain it, but it is key to our success in fertility."

I shrugged. Whatever. If I was going to eat some unidentified African root, then swallowing some mystery drink wouldn't be any more likely to kill me. Now that Grace had cleaned me up, I began to put back on my clothes. Grace moved to the door, then paused.

"One more thing, Mr. Jones." I waited as she continued. "The root is very powerful, as my mother mentioned. It clouds the mind a bit. You'll find yourself distracted. It gets worse as the days pass. By the end of the two weeks, you'll be almost unable to focus. You may want to consider scheduling a light load at work."

She moved back toward me and began buttoning up my shirt for me as she spoke. She was nearly as tall as I was. Easily a few inches taller than Audrey. 

"No matter what, heed my mother's warning. Do not have sex with your wife. She is taking her own prescription and she will be undergoing a similar process. It will be tempting."

She straightened my collar and leaned in close and spoke in hushed tones.. "It will be worth it to wait. What we did today was only the very beginning. In two weeks you will experience something that cannot be described as anything less than spiritual."

Grace's voice was husky and her hands rubbed my chest, ostensibly straigtening any wrinkles from my shirt. "I want you to remember that and wait for it. That big white cock is going to get very, very hard quite often. Take it out. Masturbate yourself. Luxuriate in the feelings that the roots will unleash in you. Think of your wife. Think of me. My mother. Think of what your powerful cock can do. It can create life. It was made for that purpose. To put life inside your woman. That is what we are waiting for."

Her cheeks were flushed. I wondered again how anyone could be that intrigued and aroused by the work they did every day. But there was something about both Mbayo women. They weren't doing a job. They were simply being who they were. And it seemed natural. Why wouldn't fertility be inexorably linked to arousal? Why should it be clinically separated and taken apart under a microscope?

Something must've happened to my brain already. I could blame Grace's incredibly sexual exam. Or maybe it was seeing Audrey's glowing face as I walked back into the reception area behind Grace. She embraced me as soon as I neared her. And before long she was crying. And then kissing me. We were alone then, Grace having slipped away.

"Are you okay?"

She sniffed and wiped her eyes. "I'm just happy. I thought you wouldn't go through with this."

I held her then. And I hoped like hell that whatever craziness had taken over us both would last. For just a little while longer. Because having this small hope was the best we'd felt in years. Even if I knew, somewhere deep inside, that we were probably fools for believing in it.



The Mbayo Clinic Ch. 02



Audrey and I didn't discuss in detail what happened at the Mbayo Clinic. We were both still in some sort of blissful stupor as we walked out, our faces wet with tears and our hands clinging to one another. 

In the car, we compared each other's prescriptions. Hers was also in a similar, but larger box, made of some sort of wicker. Inside were several more components, including a salve, different herbs, several vials of the same white liquid I had been given and a large cylinder possibly made of ivory, wrapped in silk. As I removed the cylinder, its purpose became obvious. 

It was a big fucking dildo. Complete with veins and a rolled back foreskin, carved carefully into it's polished, gleaming surface. I raised an eyebrow and pointed it at her. We both began to laugh. It felt good.

Audrey smiled. She looked so relaxed, sitting there in the passenger seat, her face pink with either embarrassment, excitement, or the flush of whatever Mbayo had done to her in the examination room. "I know." she said. "I asked if they had something smaller. Apparently, this one is the traditional Mbayo fuckstick. Been around for generations."

"Well... be careful, I guess. And don't lose it. We wouldn't want the ghosts of a thousand fertility gods cursing doom down upon us, would we?" We both laughed again and headed home.

The rest of the evening went normally. As she got ready for bed, she looked at me with a very serious eye. "You are okay with what we're doing? With how the exam went?"

I scratched my chin. "Believe it or not, I think I really am. I was skeptical. Then freaked out. Nervous. Worried about you. And then... well, the exam was... intense. Now I just feel relaxed."

She leaned down, her breath fresh from toothpaste and kissed me. It lingered for a bit and then grew more passionate, her tongue dancing against mine. She broke off and said, "I hope you know that I want you to do whatever they asked of you. Even if it was... sexual. Adele really helped me let go of some things I'd been carrying around. Resentments. Pain. She helped me release all of that."

I remembered the Mbayo women had helped me release. I wondered if Audrey's experience had been similar. That speculation combined with the kiss she'd just given me, began to make me stiffen. I carefully pushed Audrey away, gently. "What they told me was to keep my dirty hands off of you for the next two weeks." I gazed down her body, clad in an open silk thigh-high robe with a black bra and boyshorts visible beneath. "And I think that's already going to be difficult."

Audrey bit her lip in that sexy way I'd admired since the night we'd met. "Then I'm just going to have to make sure you're good boy, aren't I?" She kissed my chin softly, then my neck while pressing her firm stomach against the hardness growing in my boxer briefs. "Because I don't want to be a bad influence. A dirty temptation. So. You'll. Just. Have. To. Wait." 

She giggled at me and then sauntered back towards the master bathroom. I sighed, looked down at my cock and resigned myself to the first of many nights of beating off to whatever I could find on the internet.

The next morning Audrey and I opened our boxes and prepared our ritual. The batungo root was as bitter as Grace Mbayo had promised it would be, but it was bearable. As I chewed it into a paste, I felt it's numbing effect on my mouth and a warmth traveling though my sinuses. Audrey made a face. "Is it gross?"

I tried to smile, "Yum" I said without any real meaning behind it. "How's yours?"

She shrugged. "The herbs don't bother me much. The salve is actually kind of nice. I have no idea what it's made of, but it smells nice and it leaves my skin really smooth and tingly. Especially down there." She looked at it appraisingly. "I might have to get some for myself."

"It does smell nice. God only knows what it's made of. Or how much it costs. Speaking of which, I don't want to know how much this is costing us, do I?"

Audrey shook her head no. I decided not to think about how bad that might be. "When do you have to go crazy with the elephant dildo?"

Audrey shrugged. "It's up to me. Whenever I feel like I need it."

I lifted my vial and she lifted one of hers. "Bottoms up?"

I took a swig of the liquid, which had a sweet and somewhat familiar milky taste. It definitely helped clean my mouth of the bitterness of the root. Audrey's dose was larger, closer to a half glass of milk. She finished it with a few more chugs.

"I wonder why you get so much more than me? It looks like the same stuff, doesn't it?"

Audrey nodded. "It is. It's... surprisingly good." I shrugged. "You don't know what it is, do you?"

I felt dumb. I should know what it is. But I couldn't place it. "Goat milk?"

Audrey smiled. "Mbayo milk. As in Adele's. From her breasts." 

Thunderstruck, I finally got it. My mind remembered the warmth filling my mouth as I sucked from Adele's breast. Remembered her daughter Grace working my cock until spurts of come erupted from me in fountains.

Audrey giggled. 

"What?"

She poked my stiff cock with a dainty index finger. "Looks like it's working."

"Wow. I guess it is." I said. But inside my mind was trying to work this out. Why was Adele producing milk? Was that how her method was supposed to work? Some cultural mumbo jumbo? Breast milk feeds babies. That's it. It doesn't make you fertile. Or is she different somehow?

Audrey poked my dick again, holding it down until it popped back up. "Too bad you've got to go to work. Remember: two weeks. Then you get go crazy with that thing." Audrey disappeared into her walk-in closet.

The first few days were like that. We followed our routine, joked around with one another about it. We laughed to hide our subconscious fears of looking like fools. By mid-week, I noticed that the routine was having the effect that both Adele and Grace had warned me about.

To put it bluntly, I was a walking hard on. Literally. I began waking up early to jack off while I looked at my sleeping wife. I snuck out at lunch and beat off in my car in the back corner of the parking garage. I stayed up late, watching all the porn I could take, then stroking myself until gushing eruptions of sticky cum splatter everywhere. 

And boy, did I come. Thick ropes of abundant jism burst forth, in greater and greater quantity, every time. I was unable to focus on work, my mind trailing off into sordid scenarios with any female nearby. 

Maybe I'm crazy, but I enjoyed it. There was a certain freeness that came with this drug-induced virility. I felt women responding to me differently, approaching me with a degree of caution they hadn't before. I wasn't doing anything different, but they could sense something dangerous about me. Maybe it was the look behind my eyes, that desire to consume them. Or maybe this crazy root and milk regimen was amplifying my pheromones somehow. 

I took samples from the copious amounts of semen I was generating several times a day behind closed doors, as well as samples of my saliva and sweat. Once a scientist, always a scientist, I guess. I put them all in my storage freezer in my office.

Coming home was the worst. Because whatever was happening to me, was happening to Audrey, but in a different way. As I grew more aggressive and focused on fucking, she became more coy and teasing. There was a sultriness and a coltish tease behind every word she spoke to me now. A wiggle in her hips that suggested that she wanted me to bend her over and fuck her senseless in every not-so-innocent movement she made. 

The tension was powerful. And it was growing. By the end of the first week, it was near painful to bear. I would disappear in my office after an hour in her presence, stroking my thick cock for some kind of release, my balls boiling with the heat of my need. I was looking at hardcore interracial porn on my computer, my pants around my ankles as I sat in my office chair. Then I caught her watching me from behind the barely cracked door, her hand working furiously in her panties as she spied on me feeding my begging monster with the stimulation it craved.

I moaned at the thought of her seeing me like this, so desperate with the need to ejaculate. I felt degraded and turned on at the same time. She apparently felt the same. She licked her lips and slid her hand into her robe to play with her breasts. Not a word was spoken. I felt the need to put on a show. Just for her. 

I stroked my fat dick, noting distractedly that it was bigger than it had ever been, seeming to grow concurrently with my insistent needs. I pumped it hard for Audrey. Watching her eyes feast on its expanding length and girth. Then I let go of it, let it tremble and bob, suspended over my stomach, before it began to erupt. 

This time, the cum came pouring out like an opened valve, soaking my chest with the first long, sustained pulse. I heard her gasp. Then it jerked again of its own accord, shooting even more in a higher arc. I felt a hot splash on the side of my face, cum dripping down my chin and onto my shoulder. It kept coming out of me, coating me with its hot, slimy mess.

I reached for a towel and when I looked back she was gone. 

It was ridiculous how much I wanted her. That weekend, I worked in the yard so that I wouldn't be trapped inside with her. She came out by the pool in a new bikini and began to cover her body with oil. She lay there, like the goddess she had worked herself to become, simply oozing with raw sexual energy. It was impossible to imagine, but her breasts seemed fuller. Even as she lay on her back, rubbing coconut oil into them, they looked an actual cup size larger than they were a week ago. I myself felt like I had been losing fat, like my metabolism was in overdrive, along with my raging libido. 

Whatever Adele Mbayo had done to us... I liked it. But not being able to fuck Audrey was maddening. After a certain point, the pornography wasn't enough to satisfy me. I wanted Audrey. I tried to concentrate on what Grace had told me. To focus on why I was doing this. That my cock was meant to put life inside her. But the silly two week abstinence would be my undoing. I could tell Audrey was feeling the same way.

I went in the house, to put a layer of glass at least between my rampant cock and the oily, tanned figure of my untouchable wife. She slid her hand along her taut belly, her little fingers sneaking lower and lower, edging her bikini bottoms aside as her manicured nails slipped under the waistband and toward her exquisite pussy.

This is why the porn was satisfying me anymore. She was what I needed. Even if I was only watching her from afar, it was Audrey that I needed. It was always her. I pulled my cock out and began to stroke, knowing somehow that she knew I was here, watching. She began to shake and arch her back, her hand fully embedded in her crotch, her glistening body convulsing with orgasm. I felt come running over my fist in cupfuls, now leaving a white trail as it slid down the glass door. I shuddered. 

This was going to be a long week.

During that second half of the fourteen-day waiting period, thoughts of Audrey consumed me. I took a pair of her panties to work with me. I was becoming like some sort of dog, driven mad by his bitch in heat. Her smell was enough to get me through the day. 

On the drive home each day, I lost myself in memories of our best fucking sessions over the years. The time we'd fucked in an empty movie theater on a Tuesday night showing of something terrible. The time we'd fucked at her parent's cabin on the lake. Hawaii. California. Colorado. Every hotel. Every bedroom. Our old kitchen. Our first apartment. Each place became a religious monument to me, a place to worship. A place we'd made holy with sex. 

On the last day before we were due back at the Mbayo clinic, I looked up, lost in memory and driving on auto-pilot I realized that I'd driven myself to a nightclub not far from my office downtown, but definitely not on my way home. It had changed names several times since the last time I'd been inside and now was apparently closed for good.

I parked the car in front. This was the place. The only one that mattered.

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The Audrey I'd met ten years earlier bore little resemblance to the woman I was living with a few weeks ago. Sure, most married people feel that way. But the further we drifted apart, the further my mind went back to the past.

We met at this club. Which is particularly funny, because neither of us were really "club people." Looking back at it now, it was a phase. She'd just ended an engagement two months earlier. I'd just moved out of an apartment I shared with my previous girlfriend. Neither of us were looking for commitment. In fact, both of us were looking for the sort of freewheeling single lifestyle we imagined we'd been missing out on.

But when I saw her there, dancing with a girlfriend under the flashing lights to some remixed version of a Depeche Mode nugget I remembered from college, I was captivated. Her hair swung back and forth as her hips shimmied in tight leather pants. Her white teeth gleamed in the black lights as she laughed at something her friend said, before taking a sip from a vodka tonic. She politely shooed away potential suitors, then made an exaggerated expression of delight as another retro song boomed out of the PA. Remixes and mashups were the rage then. This was a version of some old Cure song with some rapper mixed on top of it.

She practically threw her drink down and made her way back to the dance floor, wiping sweaty blonde bangs from her cheeks as she went. Her breasts swayed absolutely mesmerizingly beneath a sheer top that showed her soft, smooth stomach when she held her arms over her head.

I was paralyzed. I wanted to be with her, but I was cautious enough not to embarrass myself by intruding on her moment. Luckily for me, my friend noticed my state of rapture and interrupted. "I KNOW HER FRIENDS" he yelled into my ear. Turning to him, I smiled.

Less than thirty minutes later six of us were clustered in a round booth in the back of the place. She was making a good show of being standoffish, but I got the sense she liked me. She just didn't like that I knew it. So I kept the conversation neutral, focusing on music. Finding openings in her armor. Making her laugh, whenever possible. 

When she returned from a bathroom visit, I could tell she had reapplied her lipstick and cleaned up her smoky eye makeup.

I leaned in, even though the music wasn't still loud enough to make that necessary. "Your makeup looks amazing. Did you touch it up for my benefit or do you just like to look fucking perfect all the time?"

She gave me a look. I knew that she was deciding if I was an asshole or if I was trying to get a rise out of her or what. She smiled then. Then she leaned in towards me. "Thanks? I guess?" We both laughed nervously. The conversation around us was apparently involving to everyone else at the table, but the heavy thud of the music and the sexual tension between us shut out everything else.

We pretended to listen to the others, but our eyes invariably returned to one another. At one point, I found her hand on the booth beside me. I took it in my own, gently. She gave me another questioning look and shifted closer to me on the seat, still holding my hand, gently running a soft finger across my palm.

Abruptly, she loaned over and spoke into my ear again. "I have a rule that you should know about." 

I nodded. "Okay. Tell me."

Her fingers were now sliding up and back down my own outstretched digits, both slightly damp with perspiration. She continued, "I don't make out with guys in bars. It's a rule."

Ruefully, I nodded again. "That's probably a good rule." I gazed away for a moment and then added, "But I still don't have to like it." She smiled. I leaned in again, "I don't think you like that rule right now either."

Her fingers squeezed mine. I tried not to notice that her neck and cleavage were shimmering with a light dust of glitter. "I know what you think." She leaned in even closer to me, filling my nose with the intoxicating smell of her perfume, mixed with alcohol, cigarettes and sweat. "You think you're going to talk me into fucking you tonight." She paused, breathing deep. "I have a rule about that too. Sorry." 

It wasn't a question. It was just sitting there. It could be a prelude. Or it could be her set up to destroy me. The words were ringing in my ears as she coolly sipped another vodka tonic. My mind reeled with options. I went for it and moved in even closer than she had, the stubble on my face brushing past her soft, apple-like cheek. "The only question is whether you're going to follow your rules or let yourself go." I paused for a second, breathing her in. This might be the last time I was ever this close to her and I wanted to remember it. "You should forget about rules. Just for tonight."

She roll as I pulled away. Finding something else to busy herself with. I saw her fingers tremble as she lit a cigarette. We all smoked back then. I brushed her sweaty hair back off her shoulder and gave it my last, best shot—all the while praying that I wasn't totally blowing this. "When you've made a decision, come find me at the bar."

It was a long, painful walk away from the table. I forced myself not to look back. I found a barstool that was out of sight, ordered a beer. Tried to gaze far away, philosophically. Did anything that would help me not look like my heart was beating its way through my chest.

And then she was there, holding her hand out to me. I took it and it was as if it was back where it belonged. She nodded her head toward the door. I slapped a five dollar bill on the bar and we went outside. I found my voice, "we can take a cab, if you want"

She grabbed my face in her hands and opened her mouth to mine. I stumbled back against the outside wall, my arms wrapping themselves around her. Her body was so soft, so warm and completely open to me. I forced myself not to run my hands up to her inviting tits or over her perfect bubble ass. Instead they made their way to her neck, her hair and eventually her face. She broke the kiss and leaned against me, almost my own height in tall, sexy heels. "See? I'm not breaking my rule anymore."

"What?"

She bit her lip. "I'm not making out with you in a bar. We're outside."

"And the other rule?"

She shrugged. I pulled her back into me, crushing her against my body and taking possession of her with my kiss.

At that exact moment, we both knew it. What was pulling us together was incredible. Powerful. To deny it to ourselves would hurt. My cock was rock hard in my jeans and I knew she could feel it pressing into her thigh and throbbing with every beat of my overworked heart. Then in a very clear voice, she said the single greatest sentence I've ever heard spoken.

"I'm going to make you come so hard that you'll forget everything you knew before me."

That night, she did. We pawed at each other during the cab ride. I gave directions as I felt her unzip my pants and run a finger in little circles, smearing precum over the sensitive head of my cock. Her tongue licking up the back of my neck to my ears, giggling as my body shuddered in overstimulation. 

The rules were simple. We were going to fuck. We were good at it. We wanted to prove it to each other. This was going to be intense. And then it would be over.

As the cab made its way to my apartment, stopping several times to get better directions from my distracted mind, I pulled her onto my lap. I let my cock rest against the tight, straining leather crotch of her low riding pants. It was so warm it almost felt like skin and she bucked against me, dry humping my exposed member. Our mouths locked together, not seeming to need air as I slid my hand up her sheer top, delicately teasing her prominent nipples through a lacy black bra. Her fingers closed over my hand, causing me to squeeze harder. She bit her lip and whimpered. My other hand slid down the back of her pants, feeling miles of soft exposed skin bisected by a tiny thong ribbon. I pushed it aside, letting my finger sink as low as I could stretch my arm. Gliding over sweaty skin until I passed over her clenching asshole and felt the bottom of her impossibly wet and open pussy. 




The Mbayo Clinic Ch. 02



She bit my lip then, almost hard enough to draw blood and I heard a deep gutteral moan begin somewhere deep inside her.

"Hey. Hey. Hey! We're here. Get out." The cabbie was apparently not fond of young lovers. We giggled to each other as we extracted our nearly joined forms. I tucked my cock back into my jeans and found my wallet.

We made it into the elevator and we started all over again. Stumbled down the hallway, vaguely conscious of the fact that we should be quiet as it was after 3 a.m., but not letting that stop us from groping each other and kissing every six feet or so. Finally we were inside and I let my keys drop to the concrete floor along with my coat. Her purse followed. For a moment, we just stood there a few feet apart, not touching. Near desperate with need, but enjoying this exquisite moment of sexual tension.

"Do you want anything?" I asked, gesturing to the kitchen behind me.

She snickered. "Yeah."

I moved in closer, letting my fingers lightly touch hers. "What do you want?"

She kissed me. "Bathroom." 

We both laughed. I pointed her down the hall to the bathroom. She turned back to me. "Is that the bedroom there behind it?"

I nodded. "Yeah." 

She turned and began to walk away, shimmying out of her leather pants, revealing the incredible ass I'd been molesting in the cab. She called out without looking back at me. "Meet me in there. Bring something to drink. Water. Gatorade, if you've got it." 

Then she disappeared behind the bathroom door with her purse, leaving her coat and leather pants where they'd fallen off her. I thanked God for whatever was going to happen next, then brought a few plastic bottles of water into the bedroom. 

When I got there, I wasn't sure if I should take off my clothes. I wasn't sure if I wanted her to take them off. I didn't want to rush any aspect of this. Instead I put on some music really low and dimmed the lights. 

She emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but her thong and a bra, both barely containing her lush curves. Her skin was flawless as she silently moved toward me. Without saying a word, she calmly unbuttoned my dress shirt, letting her fingernails brush lightly over exposed skin and planting little kisses. Then she turned me around, sitting with one folded leg on my bed.

I pulled off the shirt as she unbuckled my belt and opened my jeans. My breath caught in my throat as she slowly ran the palm of her hand over the straining bulge in my boxer briefs where my cock was imprisoned. I kicked off my shoes. She looked up at me, staring into my eyes as she lowered her head, mouth opening as her tongue slid across her plush lips.

I moaned as I felt her mouth descend on my underwear-covered erection. Her eyes never leaving mine as she sucked me through the fabric, letting her tongue roll over the wetness near the head. I felt another finger slide up the inside of my leg, through the opening and begin caressing my balls.

"Oh Jesus" I whispered.

"Shhhh" she shushed me. "I want to take my time. Get to know him."

Her tongue was moving down my cock now, pushing the briefs open, finding the skin as the base of my member. Her fingers slipping under my balls, then coming back out and finding my waistband. She pulled them down slowly, letting all of my cock burst free, bobbing with desire and youthful energy. I kicked off the boxer briefs as they pooled around my ankles, no longer a barrier between us. No longer an obstacle to our passion.

She slid her face down into my crotch, letting my cock feel how soft her cheeks were before getting lost in the softness of her hair. I felt her thick tongue slide down, almost to my balls, bathing the base of me in the warmest soothing sensation. I felt my cock surge and involuntarily pushed my hips forward, trying to fuck something, anything.

Audrey took pity on me, or maybe it was victory over me, as she wrapped one of her hand around my cock and took the head deep into her mouth. She pushed down, her tongue working me as my sex descended into impossible pleasure. Slowly she began to establish a rhythm. Going deeper each time and dragging her way back up to my head. Sometimes kissing the tip of my cock. Or dragging a tongue of my tiny slit, making me shiver. Her hands caressed my balls. Or ventured up my chest to stroke or pinch my own hardened nipples.

I began to rock back and forth with her, becoming an automaton to her ministrations. She was controlling me, working me like some sort of easily manipulated vehicle. Her teeth would slide across my head, causing a gasp. Her mouth would dip to my balls, bathing them as her hand pumped me, never once losing the tempo she had established. I never once felt any need to question her or guide her, she was fully capable of using me however she chose to. As I felt my balls begin tighten and the orgasm began to rise out of me, Audrey sucked harder. I blathered something about coming, but she ignored me. Up and down. In and out. Fucking her face. Her mouth fucking my cock.

Until I came. So hard. Lurching forward as each spasm forced another and another burst in a series of neverending spurts of thick, hot come into her mouth. She took it all, swallowing and gulping it down, moaning with pleasure as she achieved her goal. As she conquered me.

She began to slow down until almost barely moving. She finally let my spit drenched cock slide from her wet lips. It hung there, bobbing with need as she stared at it hungrily first, then looked up at me, eyes wide with the unspoken challenge. Now what?

I bent down and kissed her, tasting the thick spit that her blowjob had brought forth. Tasting even some of my cum as my tongue thanked her for every second of that incredible oral sex. I couldn't possibly have cared less. In fact, I think it turned me on even more.

Then I moved around behind her on the bed, letting my wet slobbery penis leave a trail across her back. My mouth descended on her neck as her back arched. I let my hands slide across her collarbone, over her chest as my fingertips slipped beneath her tight lacy brassiere. The feel of her impossibly soft breast flesh trapped in their cups driving me mad with the desire to posses her. All of her. I reached down and popped the clip of her bra with almost no effort and the bra hung loosely over her mounds. As the tension snapped out of it, a new tension took hold of Audrey as she waited for my inevitable touch. Instead I let it sit there, running my hands instead down to her sheer thong.

It was so warm. I could feel the seeping wetness of her through the thong. A thought swam in my head: she got even wetter from sucking my cock. My penis surged again against her back in response, letting a thin trickle of clear fluid run down her spine. She moaned as my fingers stroked her panty covered pussy and then she slowly reached up to remove the now hanging bra from her tits. I caught her wrist and held it firmly. I whispered into the back of her neck, "no." She made a frustrated sound, but writhed again in response. She wanted this. She wanted me to deny her control.

So I moved around her again, slowly moving each bra strap further up her shoulders, kissing the indented flesh where they had made in her. Then I grabbed her other wrist and lifted them both over head, like a doll I was undressing. Her gaze was heavy-lidded now, smoldering with heat. Achingly slow I lifted the bra upwards, letting the soft fabric caress the insides of her arms as they made their journey. Letting her shiver as it left her. 

I lowered my head to her breasts, so much fuller than I'd imagined. But the real surprise was her amazingly thick and distended nipples. Each looked like a length of blunted rope, bursting from puffy areolas and practically throbbing with want. I kissed each one tenderly, slowly—but I purposefully did not let my tongue encircle them. I wanted her to wait for that. Instead I pushed my face back up to hers, noting how one strand of hair had fallen across her perfect face, now flushed with need. I pushed it back and leaned into to kiss her lips, which were plump and swollen from all of the kissing and sucking I'd already put them through. 

Her tongue was like wildfire in mouth. She was letting me know the peril of her situation. She wasn't going to wait patiently and just let me tease her forever. My hands in return filled with her breasts, pushing them forcefully around, letting my thumbs massage her throbbing tips. She bit my lip hard and I saw her hand raise up to run through my hair—but for a split second I knew what she really wanted. She wanted to push my head down. She wanted my mouth on her body. On her tits. Then lower.

I made her wait just a bit longer as I forcefully squeezed and manipulated the soft breasts I'd unleashed with rough hands. Then I could wait no longer. My mouth captured one of those unworldly areolas and began to suck. She groaned out an involuntary sound that might have been "yessss." I felt her pelvis bucking towards me, her hot and needy pussy grazing against the area just above my cock.

I worked her breasts with efficiency. Tasting one then the other. Slipping my tongue around each center, then capturing the whole tit and sucking, or flattening my tongue to push each nipple against the roof of my mouth. We fell backwards into the bed and my hands pushed her arms back over her head again rubbing the impossibly soft inside of her arms as I doted on her miraculous chest.

Finally I let her breast leave my mouth with an audible popping sound. Then I kissed my way down her quivering belly. This time I didn't tease. Instead I just grabbed her thong and pulled it aside with one hand. Then I pounced on her sex with my eager mouth. My tongue arcing upwards with powerful licks across her opened labia, inside her and back up to her stiff clit. She was so wet that my mouth filled with the taste of her. I spread her wetness everywhere, licking first along the outsides of her lips, then capturing her clitoral hood between stiffened lips. She bucked and thrashed with this. I heard her throaty voice say something like "oh, fuck you. Oh fuck"

I've always loved to eat pussy. But I wanted this one to never forget me. After my first assault on her sex, I began to tease her again, probing for what she liked or disliked, seeing what made her squirm and what made her shudder. It seemed like hours past as I diligently pleasured every nook and cranny, slipping thick fingers over her clit or spreading her apart, eventually thrusting up inside her. I let my tongue snake down as I rhythmically went from top to bottom, pausing briefly to tickle her tight asshole. She began to get more vocal. More obscene. Each request was more urgent, more filthy. "Oh fuck. Keep doing that you bastard. Keep licking me." "Oooooh. Yes. Yes. I want that fucking tongue back on my dirty ass. Fuck it. Oh shit. Please." "Do it just like that. Just like that. Oh shitpleasebabydon'tstopjustkeepfuckingmeohgodIneedsofuckingbaaaaaad!"

With this last one she began to buck wildly against me. My thick finger pressed up against the top of her vagina as it spasmed against me, gushing with more and more fluid. Not quite a flood, but clearly this was a girl that had no need for lubricants. As she began to come down, I slowly removed my mouth from her clit and she trembled again as I broke contact with it. 

Again we found each other's faces and began to kiss passionately. Looser now, warm and limber from orgasms, but once again vulnerable, as the heat of the sex acts began to fade to a manageable simmer.

She closed her eyes and let the last bit of pleasure wash over her as I gripped my arms around her in tight hug. When they reopened she studied me carefully. I honestly don't know what she was thinking, but I felt like she was judging me, maybe seeing if I—no, seeing if this was real. I didn't know about her, but this was already more intense than anything I'd experienced. It was so fast. A few hours ago she was some girl I'd had no chance with on a dancefloor. Now she was something I was terrified to let go of.

I think she sensed that vulnerability in me. And she began to nonverbally soothe me. Kissing my face gently. Stroking my hair. Before long I was panting with need again, my dick throbbing against her thigh. I pulled up between her thighs, looking down at her. She reached out and grabbed my dick, guiding it inside her. Her eyes never left mine as I felt each wet inch of her like it was the pathway to the promised land.

And it was. A promised land of slippery wet heat and suction. That moment, that first moment you enter a woman is without a doubt my favorite moment of any relationship. There's never a single instant with less intimacy or surprise as you realize how incredibly good it feels to finally fuck someone you are lusting after.

Fucking Audrey was no exception. In fact, it was the pinnacle of those experiences for me. We began slowly. Tenderly. But before long we were maneuvering for more control. She pushed me back against her headboard and began riding me harder. She kissed me and I felt her fingers cradling my balls and then pulling them. Not too hard, but enough to let me know she wasn't in the mood for teasing anymore.

My hands found themselves at that junction where her waist ended and her hips began. I liked the ample softness I found there and gripped it, using my new leverage point to pull her down harder against me. A few times I held her there, breaking her tempo and we ground against each other as if we were trying to get even more of me inside her. All of me. After a few more times, she came, screaming at me as her fingers rubbed against her clit where our bodies were fused together.

I flipped her over and slid back into her in one brutal thrust as she still quivered with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She pulled me down to kiss her and I felt her fingers pinching my nipple as I began to rock in and out of her. Our bodies slapped together wetly. Pumping and thrusting inside her, feeling her slick tunnel pulse and contract around me. Gazing into her eyes. Feeling sweat drip from my face. See it land on her chin. Watching her tongue dart out to catch it's salty wetness.

Her hands began tearing at my head and back. In return, I threw them behind her head and held them there. Her fingers gripped mine as she let orgasm take her for the second time.

She weakly pushed me off of her. I lay back feeling my suddenly free cock slap against my stomach. It was hard and slick with her fluid. She stared at it hungrily, with new appreciation. Audrey. Right there, leaning toward me, staring at my dick like some sort of animal. I instinctively knew that was an image I never wanted to lose from my mind.

We were both on our knees now. She pulled me her, my dripping slick cock gliding up her belly as she kissed me, gently. Her delicate hand reaching down and pushing my cock down until it was between her legs again, her well-lubricated, steaming hot pussy directly over it.

I grabbed her waist and began to thrust against her, my cock now trapped between her soft wet thighs, her vaginal lips sliding up and down my length without penetrating. Her stiff little clit pressing against the shaft. She moaned. I felt more wetness cover me. I felt my cock pressing just under her asshole. I almost came right then.

But before that could happen, Audrey dropped down and took me in her mouth again. This blowjob was anything but delicate. She used her mouth to fuck me in a way that I've only experienced once or twice in my life. Spittle and her fluids mixed together as she took me deep with each pass, her sloppy hand gliding over my shaft in a rotating swirl. There was nothing but the sound of my groaning and the wet sounds of Audrey's mouth working me to a frenzy. Her other hand teased my balls and then pressed backward, slipping between my sweaty asschecks, rubbing the sensitive hole there without penetrating.

My balls drew up and I knew that she was going to make me come. I wanted her to make me come. I wanted her to keep fucking me with her soft lips. I wanted her finger to slide up into my ass and press against my prostrate. I wanted to feel my come in her mouth. Or pull it out and cover her beautiful body with my load.

But then it would be over. And I wasn't ready. I wanted to come inside her. Deep inside her.

I tried to put a hand on her shoulder and slow her down, but she wasn't having it. She shook it off and kept going after my dick. Finally, I grabbed her hair in a fistful. She moaned with my thick dick still in her throat. Slowly I pulled upwards. She let my throbbing member slide out her mouth, long ropes of spit still connecting it to her. I looked at her face. Her eye makeup smeared a bit. Her lips plump and covered with spit and our sex juices. Her face was flushed pink with exertion. 

I kissed her, cleaning her face with my tongue. Still holding her hair, my other hand cradling her chin. She let me do this, giving herself to me once more. Slowly I moved around behind her, still holding her head back, just enough so that her pretty face was tilted upwards, the light hitting it making her even more beautiful in that moment. 

Then I led her forward, bending her at the waist, so that her wonderful ass was there before me. Her beautiful back arched, presenting herself, the vagina open and wet. I let go of her hair and she pulled a pillow to her. I slid the head of my cock against her lips, slowly, teasing.

"Just fuck me. Please." 

Her voice sounded far away, so disconnected from the sounds of our lovemaking. I didn't need her words. I knew what she required. But I loved them anyway.

I slid into her once more, both of us knowing that this was going to be it. I began to add more weight to each thrust, expertly building with each slap of our bodies. I changed my angle, putting a foot forward for more leverage. I wet a thumb and slid it across her asshole, causing an involuntary shudder of surprise. Then she pushed back against it. Letting it penetrate her nether hole as my cock continued to batter her womb with thrust after thrust. 

I grabbed her heavy swaying breasts, kneading them, pulling at her nipples. I found her shoulders and her neck. I kept moving my focus, all the while fucking her from behind without pause. I slipped my hand up to her face, felt her capture it in her mouth and suck it like a cock. Then she bit down against it, letting me know what she was feeling as our fucking built to higher and higher levels of intensity. 

I saw her arm moving underneath her, frantically rubbing herself. Again, I grabbed her hair and pulled her back to me. She was practically screaming now. Sweat poured off of our bodes and covered us like a layer of oil. I felt her beginning to contract on my cock. I kept fucking her. 

That became my mantra. I was determined to keep fucking her. I knew I was so close. She was coming now, twisting against me. Her sweaty, tan back glistening as she squirmed against my pulsating, thrusting cock. She groaned again as another wave of intense orgasm overtook her. She tried to push me away, slow us down. I refused. Instead, I grabbed her hips and kept fucking. Harder. More. 

I saw her fingers tearing at the pillow beneath her. Audrey panted and shook, still coming. Her teeth biting down on the pillow now, muffling screams of ecstasy.

And then, I came. I felt like I'd never come so hard. So much. My cock spurting inside her. My seed blazing hot in her womb. Coating her. It was so primal, my come erupting from me and filling her. Wave after wave of pleasure surged through me as I came. My head spinning with both physical exertion and endorphins.

We stood stock still like that. Me behind her, cock still buried deep. She, beneath me, head buried in a tattered pillow. Our breathing now synchronized pants. Our bodies spent and our eyes closed as we waited for the moment to finally pass.




The Mbayo Clinic Ch. 02



We were young and we were ravenous for each other. We had alcohol, but there were no rare African plants coursing through our veins, turning us into some sex-starved mating ritual participants. No hidden meanings to our words. No passive-aggressive snipes at one another. No damage. Just pure and naïve and drunk on each other's chemistry.

I woke up the next morning with her wearing one of my old REM t-shirts, making coffee and eggs. My Audrey.

This was who we were, who we were meant to be. This is the woman I was driven to be with. Before the Mbayo clinic. Before I began taking this crazy root, I wanted Audrey. She was, and had always been, the woman I longed to touch more than anything. I found myself fumbling with the car's ignition, my hands shaking uncontrollably.

The need was too powerful now. We only had to make it one more night until we could be together at the clinic. But was it worth it? Did it matter?

Could we even make it?



The Mbayo Clinic Ch. 03



I drove the rest of the way home in the rain. I turned off the radio so I could have nothing but silence. I looked at the clock. Only 11 more hours until we were due at the clinic. I pulled into the driveway. Listened to the rain coming down outside. Slowly, methodically, I stepped out into it and began walking toward the front door, becoming more soaked with each step.

I opened the front door and felt a chill from the air conditioning. All the lights were off, but I knew she was home. Her car was in the driveway. But I could smell her. 

Oh god. I could smell her pussy. 

What had we agreed to? I trembled, both with the realization that we had turned ourselves into some sort of sex-starved animals and because I wanted that smell. I dropped my keys and bag by the door and stood dripping wet in the entryway.

Slowly I made my way back toward our bedroom. I took off my shirt and threw it in a hamper. I reached for a lightswitch when I heard her voice, husky and thick.

"Don't."

She turned on a small bedside table lamp and bathed the room in low lighting. She was wearing a tight t-shirt. The REM one she'd swiped after our first night together. It had shrunken over the years. Or her breasts had just grown more voluptuous in the last two weeks.

Below that she wore pink cotton panties, but they'd soaked through in the middle. I could make out her intensely swollen labia pressing against them. In her other hand she held the big ivory dildo, unconsciously rubbing it over her left breast's extruding nipple.

"Oh. God, Audrey, I don't think I need to be here right now."

She sighed. "I know. I've been sitting here for two hours. And all I could think about was fucking you the moment you walked in the door."

This was what Audrey had become. No longer the ice queen or the perfectly put together class warrior. She still had the features of wealthy, well-bred society darling, but now they were intertwined with a dirty-minded, cock-starved nympho.

My cock lurched in my pants, it was literally painful. I reached down to adjust it. I couldn't shake the feeling that my cock knew. He knew how close he was and he wasn't going to let me walk away this time.

Audrey's voice came out in a stern command. "Show it to me."

"Baby... I don't think we should. There are rules. And we've almost made it. It's just one more night."

Audrey pulled her panties to the side deliberately. Her pussy was covered in wetness, her labia distended into thick and puffy pillows. Her clit was pronounced and demanding, like a miniature version of my now aching cock. Slowly she lifted the ivory cock to her mouth and licked it. Then she slid it deep inside her with barely any effort.

She closed her eyes and sighed. Then she bit her lip and said, "The only question is whether you're going to follow your rules or let yourself go."

I pulled it out. It was amazing how much we had changed in just two weeks. Our genitals were now in command, as they'd been the night we'd first met. Our desire was driving and our problems were a distant memory that I could barely remember.

"Oh baby... fuck. It's so goddamn powerful." Her mouth hung open, arousal plain on her face. She spoke in a daze. "Bring it to me."

I did. Close enough to smell her up close. Close enough hear soft wet sounds the ivory cock made as it pushed in and out of her. Close enough for her to reach out a hand and touch the head of my cock, which immediately produced a bubble of precum.

She licked it off her finger and moaned. I began to protest and she said, "Shhhhh. I want to take my time. Get to know him again."

Her mouth then overtook me and I felt my knees buckling. My hand joined hers on the base of the dildo and I took control of its movements. I wasn't sure if we could stop ourselves. But if we were going here, I wasn't going passively.

Her blowjob was as wet and messy and fantastic as it had been that first night. She took me in deep and I felt it moving into her throat as she pressed hard against me. She came up gasping. Her green eyes looked at me accusingly.

"You're bigger."

I nodded dumbly. Then I flicked my thumb over her clit gently. "You too."

We smiled at each other. Then before I knew what was happening, we were side by side on the bed, locked a sixty nine position. I still worked the dildo inside her but my tongue was working her clit furiously. She moaned and bucked in orgasm and then we fell apart, gasping.

I towered over her. She looked up at me hungrily. Then she pulled the ivory dildo out with a wet plopping sound. I held her wrists, pushing them behind her back, forcing her back to arch. It would be so simple now. So simple to bend her over and sink myself inside of her. So ridiculously easy to command her body.

She wanted me to. Her vibrant green eyes begged me to. Her hips already flared out a bit, ready to open herself to me. It would be so easy.

Grace's melodic African voice rang in my head. "Think of what your powerful cock can do. It can create life. It was made for that purpose. To put life inside your woman. That is what we are waiting for."

I released Audrey's arms and backed off a step. "Tomorrow will be worth it." 

Disappointment and frustration washed over her. But she knew it, too. "You're right. I just... I need this. God, I can't stop myself." Audrey breathed deep, collecting herself. "But I couldn't deal with the guilt. I don't want Adele to think less of me. That I don't deserve to be a mother."

I leaned in close and kissed her gently. "She could never think that." We held each other there and again the kiss grew passionate. My erection throbbed painfully, signaling its displeasure at our neglect. I groaned.

"What is it?"

I looked down at my rampaging, demanding member. "I have to come now. I have to go."

My wife tenderly brushed my hair back from my face. "No. You don't have to go. I can be a good girl for one more minute. Promise." She leaned back against the headboard and pulled me towards her, my back pressed against her chest. "I want to take care of you, my love. Just let me. It's okay."

Her kisses began on the back of my neck as her fingers reached around my waist. She gingerly tried to wrap her hand around me, but her couldn't reach around my drug-enhanced erection. Her other hand grabbed one of her moisturizing lotions off the nightstands. The cool lotion felt impossibly good against my burning skin, which had been rubbed raw for two weeks by my incessant need to simulate sex.

It was a beautiful moment. My wife, loving me, tending to her man's sexual needs. Slowly and surely moving her hands over my distended, aching tube of meat with a grace and softness that I had longed for. I felt her tongue on my shoulder. I turned my head as far as I could to kiss her wetly. My wife nodded her head in the opposite direction. "Watch. See how fucking hot this looks."

In the corner of the room Audrey kept a freestanding full length mirror. In it I saw ourselves as we were now. Both faces masked with need and desire, our bodies intertwined, her long legs wrapped over mine, her head peering over my shoulder. Our eyes met through the mirror and she smiled at me. Wickedly. Lovingly. Then her gaze returned to rapt reverence of the giant piece of cockmeat in her grasp.

Her beautiful hands worked my cock in a symphony of pleasurable movements. One hand near the base kept a steady jacking, while the other rubbed around the head, mixing the lotion with my increasing flow of precum. Her voice in my ear was like a little cartoon devil, tempting me. Only there was no angel on the opposite side. And I liked it.

"Do you like how I touch you? You're my property now. This is my cock. And I want my cum. So give it to me."

She stroked my erection up towards my belly while the other grabbed my heavy, aching balls. "So. Full. Of. Cum. You're like some sort of fuckgod now. Jesus, I bet women are following you around like dogs, begging for this fucking amazing cock. But it's mine." She giggled as she spoke in a sexy sing-song "And the-eey caaaan't haaaave it."

I moaned. "Audrey. I'm so close." My hand involuntarily reached toward my cock and she batted it away with surprising force. "No. Fucking. Way. I've been watching you spying on me, touching yourself. Shooting so much cum. Mmmm. You do it through your pants, subconsciously. You have no idea how much I've wanted to get my slutty hands on you, baby. It's my turn now. This is Audrey's cock now."

Her dirty little mouth continued a diatribe in my ear. I was her possession. Her fucktoy. Her stud stallion. She was priming me. Preparing me to breed her. I watched her little hands in the mirror, constantly moving up and down on my cock. Up. Down. Up. I felt the heat and wetness of her pussy as she began to grind it into my ass. 

"Don't you just wish you could flip me over and drive this big fucking hard piece of meat into me? You could own me, the way I own you right now. I'd totally let you fuck me however you wanted. You could fuck my face. My tight little ass. Just come inside my pussy. You could do it. But not today. Tomorrow you will. Tomorrow those beautiful black women will prepare you for me. You'll get to take this prize that you've worked so hard to earn. And every day after that. I want you to take me. Own me. Fuck me. Hurt me. Pound me. Eat me. Hammer me. Oh, fuckfuckFUCK..."

She began to cum and I felt the wetness against my skin. Like an invisible trigger, my cock reacted and cum began spilling out of me. No longer in spurts but like a running faucet. Her hands didn't stop, they kept moving up and down slipping and sliding, coated completely in my white, thick, gooey cumbath. I heard her whisper "oh my fucking god" and looked up to see her enthralled expression in the mirror. It was obscene. And erotic as hell. She bit down on my shoulder as we both wracked with shudders of sensory overload.

She held me like that, her knuckles lazily pumping, slathered in rivulets of hot sperm. Both of us were absolutely spent, unable to move for several minutes. Finally, I stood wearily. The bedspread was beyond help. A giant pool of cum was soaked into it. It looked someone had spilled a full glass of milk. I pulled it off the bed and threw it in the corner. Fuck it. We'll get a new one.

I leaned down to kiss Audrey and she wrapped her arms around my neck, letting me pull her up to her knees. She was crying. Again. She laughed. "I know, I know... it's these fucking hormones. Or whatever. I don't know. I just cry easy. I cum easy. I want you all the time. It's driving me nuts. I love you."

"I love you too. You don't know how much I want you. How I think about you now."

She laughed. "And that's why you've got to take this fucking beast-" she cupped my now limp cock, "and get him the hell out of here. Just for tonight. Go to the guest bedroom. And lock the door."

I laughed and began to head down the hallway. She yelled after me, "I'm not fucking kidding. Lock it!"

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We awoke the next morning and got dressed separately. Audrey passed me as she came out of the shower, her skin wet and warm and pink. I circled around her like a panther. The look she gave me was indescribable. 

She was mine. My possession. And today I would have her, finally.

My cock never sagged below half-mast as I took the last of the root supplement and finished off the vial of Mbayo's breast milk. The now familiar warmth spread throughout me, the sweet flavor and bitter aftertaste coursed through my veins and filled me with their strange properties. 

I was ready.

The car ride was quiet. There wasn't really anything to say. Or nothing to say that wouldn't possibly lead us both to distraction. To pulling over the car and fucking like crazed animals in the middle of the interstate. So instead, we sat in silence, trying not to look at one another for very long. My hand absently tugged at my member as I saw Audrey's eyes flicker down to my crotch, as she had inadvertently done several time.

She parked the car and turned to look at me. Her face flushed with anticipation and nerves. She spoke unsteadily. "Tell me that we're doing the right thing. This isn't crazy." My eyes traveled down her exposed neckline to where her soft white breasts pushed against the seat belt. Slowly lifting up and down with her breathing. She continued, "It IS crazy, isn't it? What are we doing?"

I grabbed her neck and pulled her mouth to mine, forcefully capturing her tongue with my own. I pushed her back against the driver's side window, my hand finding hers and pushing it back behind her head. I broke the kiss with concentrated effort. 

"Yes, it's crazy. And I don't know what we're doing." We kissed again, our lips pressing hard together. Then she smiled and pushed my head back, sighing. I gave her my most roguish grin. "And I don't care." I opened my car door and she brought her amazing legs out of her side. I noted the expensive heels and the perfectly manicured toes as I took her hand and escorted her towards the door of the Mbayo clinic. Right before we reached the door I whispered in her ear, "I'm going to make you come so hard that you'll forget everything you knew before me."

We walked into the clinic to be greeted by Grace Mbayo's lithe body, wrapped in a traditional African dress that highlighted her unmistakably erotic shape beneath. Her light brown eyes sparkled as she strode toward us, giving us both an informal hug. "It is so wonderful to see you both! Are you excited Mr. and Mrs. Jones? Today is a very, very special day for you both."

Truthfully I was excited. But mainly because the hug and the press of both Audrey and Grace against me had enflamed me with the desire to fuck them both. To see them writhing against one another, pinned by my cock. Moaning into each other's mouth. I had to stop thinking like this.

I didn't know what today's visit would be like, but I wanted more. I wanted so much more. Both Audrey and I mumbled something in the affirmative and Grace looked us both over.

"Have we followed the regimen?" We nodded. "Are we noticing any effects?" I nodded.

Audrey laughed a little. "Are you kidding me? I'm about to explode here."

Grace's musical dulcet laugh invited all of us to join her. "Of course, of course. And have you both been good boys and girls? You've saved yourselves for the ritual?"

The ritual. Just the word caused a hard throb in my pants. Blood began to flow and I began to breathe heavier. I heard my voice coming from somewhere else. "We are ready for whatever is in store for us."

Grace's smile held a new promise as she met my eyes. "Then let's not waste any more time, Mr. Jones. You follow me. Audrey, my mother is waiting for you in the same room as last time."

Audrey gave my hand a final squeeze. Then she kissed me quickly before walking away, toward wherever Adele Mbayo waited for her. I watched her go, longing to follow.

Grace's ebony finger touched my chin and carefully turned my attention back to her. "Down boy. You will see her again very soon. But I have to prepare you first." She began to lead me toward the same exam room we'd been in before. When she reached the door, she said, "And your preparation is half of the fun."

I walked into the room, but noticed immediately that things were different this time. The lights were lower and there was a thick smell of some burning incense and smoke that filled my nostrils in a pleasant way. I breathed deep, savoring it.

Grace moved up behind me, wrapping her long black arms around me, pressing her firm young body against my back. "It's a lovely smell, isn't it? It reminds me of the few memories I have of my home." Her deft hands began unbuttoning my shirt and her soft skin felt cooling against the burning skin of my chest.

I heard the low sounds of drums beating in the background, piped in by some music system I hadn't noticed before. In my chest, my heartbeat pounded in sync with the rhythms of a distant land and at once I felt like I was being transported to another world. A primal world.

Grace's voice continued from behind me. "In my village, the ritual for conception is a powerful one. The one you and your wife will experience is very, very special. It was reserved for kings and warriors of the highest regard. To ensure that his firstborn child is a blessed one." Her fingers unbuckled my belt and my pants fell. 

She knelt before me now, her hands carefully removing my socks and shoes as I lifted each leg. "The man prepares with weeks of intense meditation and preparation. The fertility mother chooses the ingredients that will best stimulate him. For you, the Batungu root was chosen by Mother Mbayo." She finished with my feet and then raised her head to take in the boxer briefs that barely contained my surging hard on. A large wetness soaked the fabric and the outline of my head was clearly visible through the white straining fabric.

"It appears that Mother Mbayo chose correctly." Grace's face slid against my trapped cock as she rubbed her flawless shiny black skin against me. I sighed. "This is very impressive indeed. Your wife... is a fortunate woman, Mr. Jones."

Grace stood bent before me and her head touched my chest as her hands began to pull down the last bit of fabric that constrained me. I heard her whisper to herself, "very fortunate."

I looked down at my bobbing hard cock. The center of my physical and spiritual universe. The tool I was meant to use. What I was born to bring as an offering to the fertility goddess. 

In the back of my mind, my brain foggily wondered where these thoughts were coming from, but they were quickly drowned out by the pulsing bass of the drums coming from the speakers overhead and resonating inside me like an empty chamber. This wasn't the time to think. Or doubt.

Grace breathed in deeply and leaned close to me, her hands trailing lightly across my arms. "Today, I serve as your handmaiden. My job is to prepare you for breeding. I will stimulate you until you are at your most powerful. So that you will be ready."

Her wet mouth began to dart in and out planting quick kisses and bites along my neck and collarbone. Each was precise, every movement carefully choreographed to illicit the most powerful response from my body. 

She was incredibly good. She spoke again, "This is what I made for. I love what I do. And my love for this will guide you and give you strength." Her mouth was at my ear now, her hot breath so heavy, her tongue wet and strong as her teeth captured and tugged my lobe. "You are a real man, now, Mr. Jones. You are like a prize stallion."

I found myself speaking. "What... what about Audrey?" A quick vision of her, golden tanned and naked and waiting flashed through my mind.

Grace's face was now inches from my own, her eyes darker now, serious. "You will have your woman soon enough." It came out like a warning. "For now you are mine, Mr. Jones. And you will allow me to serve you." Her mouth pressed against mine forcefully, taking her position back as the focus of all my attention. Her hands found mine and brought them to her body. 

My fingers clutched at her roughly, pulling her to me in a crushing embrace. She grinded against me, forcing my cock, now smearing precum against the bare chocolate thigh that was revealed by her rising dress. She spun against me and bent over and my eyes fell downward to her thick bubble ass, hugged by the tight fabric of her dress. 

My mind understood. This was mine. I was to take Grace Mbayo. My first test. That was what she demanded of me. 

My hand found the knot the held the wrap dress closed. I tugged it apart quickly and miles of delicious brown skin appeared before me. The curve of her lean back was a marvel of glistening ebony flesh highlighted by the dim light in the room. 

I slid the dress down her body, pausing to appreciate the billowing curve of her ass, which was like nothing I'd ever touched. I kneaded the flesh there, gripping as much as my hands could encompass, bare black flesh spilling out between my own pale fingers. I could smell something new that mixed with the heady incense smoke. 




The Mbayo Clinic Ch. 03



Pussy. Wet, savory cunt. My animal brain told me. I pulled Grace Mbayo upright, my hands reaching around her to cup magnificently hanging breasts that seemed far too large for a woman of her slim build. Like her oversized ass, they were some sort of bonus granted to her by the gods to arouse men to madness. An option package that elevated her to a precious commodity that men would never tire of pursuing.

She moaned as I pawed at her fabulous chest, her arms raised over her head as she danced against me. Her thick ass was now grinding a circular pattern against my cock, my leaking fluids coating her and making the black skin shiny and sticky. Finally she broke away and returned my hands to the sides of my body.

Her voice was heavy and low as she stood before, her hips still absently swaying to the rhythm of the drums. 'Your body craves me. But you have not truly awakened your thirst." Grace sat down a carved bench, her body propped up by her elbows. She spread her long brown legs slowly and deliberately, revealing thick labia and a shock of wet pink at her core.

"Eat, Mr. Jones." Her heavy lidded eyes demanded compliance. I found myself licking my lips as I immediately knelt down before her. I gazed back to her flushed face, set high above the curved landscape of her body. Then I lowered my mouth and began to devour her.

The taste sensation was immediate. She was right. I needed to taste this. I needed this female essence. I lapped at her, drinking her copious wetness. Running my tongue from her manicured strip of hair down to the dark recesses and wrinkled hole of her ass. I stayed down there plunging my tongue into the chalky ring, causing her to writhe and moan against me. 

Her toned arm captured my hair and pulled my mouth back to her thick folds and I slipped my tongue all around her, for once searching for the places that made her shiver and tremble. She was different than Audrey. But no less amazing. I began to nip and pull at her labia before circling her clit with increasing intensity. My fingers spread her opening wide and a thick middle digit slipped inside her as my tongue snaked around her stiff button. She gasped and said something incomprehensible to my ears, muffled by her soft inner thighs.

She began to buck now and I reached my other arm up to her breasts, squeezing each nipple forcefully, stretching them and pulling at them. She growled at me. "Yes. Eat my beautiful pussy, Mr. Jones. You make this African pussy come for you."

My hand slipped down to my aching cock and I began to throttle it as I continued my oral assault on her soft wetness, synchronizing our sex act. Finally she began to pant and whine, her slick ebony lips now grinding against my face. I closed my mouth over her clit and began to suck hard as my tongue rubbed flat against the poking stiff little thimble. 

Grace shrieked as her come began to jet out of her, bathing me in its warmth, running along my neck and down my throat. Her body jerked spasmodically and her hands clutched desperately at her heaving breast, now slick with perspiration. 

I managed to slow down my cock strokes, because I somehow knew that I wasn't allowed to make myself come. Grace sat up slowly and kissed me, tenderly. "Very good. So very good, Mr. Jones. Your wife is so fortunate."

We sat like that for a few moments, before she rose to her feet and sauntered across the room.

"Now we begin the final preparation." She reached down and picked up an unmarked homemade jug of some thick, oily liquid. She pulled me to my feet, her breasts resting soft against me as she poured the oil across my chest and began to rub it against my skin. My body began to warm to an even higher degree and I felt sweat beading on my forehead.

"What is that?" I asked.

"It is the ritual, Mr. Jones. Be quiet now." Her slick hands began working the thick oil into me, my cock now bathed in its heat and stimulating tingle. She worked down each arm, down each leg to each foot, both our bodies now shining and glinting in the low light. Finally she pushed me into a sitting position and captured my heavy shaft and worked it with slick hands.

"Are you ready? You are going to be joining your wife soon. But first we will need you to come. So we can be sure." Her breasts were now wrapped around my cock, slipping up and down in a flesh black cavern of pure bliss. 

"Yes. Make me come, Grace," I demanded.

Grace Mbayo moved like a wet mamba snake, her lean black body slipping around me, finally standing up and gripping my forearms. She led me to the large dark glass window on the far side of the room. My blood-filled penis bobbed and swayed as turned me toward the glass, placing my hands flat against it, my knees bent slightly with my back to her.

Her greased, jutting breasts shifted on my spine as she again embraced me from behind. "Let's see if Mrs. Jones is on schedule, shall we?" She flipped a switch on the wall and the glass instantly cleared, revealing Audrey and Adele Mbayo. I'm not sure what I expected to see, but whatever it was, I was wrong.

Grace lay bent over some sort of stone altar, her body as wet and shiny as Grace and I, on the opposite side of the glass. The angle of the view showed me her pale breasts swaying beneath her, definitely fuller and rounder than they'd been since we were first introduced. Her legs were spread wide and her tight ass was elevated above her head. I could see her pussy now and it was a spectacular vision. It was puffy and swollen to a ridiculous measure and I could see Adele Mbayo's dark hand moving the ivory cock inside my wife. Her strokes were deep, penetrating Audrey in slow, deliberate thrusts. My precious bride writhed and moaned and sobbed and I noticed thick black leather bands holding her ankles and wrists to the altar.

"What the fuck is that?" I turned my head, but Grace caught my gaze.

"The restraints are for her protection." I started to move away despite the reassurance. "Look at her, Mr. Jones! Does she look unhappy?" Grace's words and tone were pure iron.

I forced myself to look again. Audrey was trapped in a state of perpetual ecstasy. It couldn't be called torture, well at least, not any more torture than we'd given each the night before. Adele Mbayo wore only a light skirt, her bountiful dark breasts shaking with each thrust of the dildo into my wife's slippery vaginal canal.

"Listen, Mr. Jones." Adele turned another switch and the room was instantly full of the sound of my wife's keening howl. Her voice sounded hoarse as she rasped, "please, oh mother please! I need to cum. Just let me fucking cum just once." 

Adele did not answer her. Instead she removed the ivory phallus and moved around to my wife's head. "You must drink now."

Audrey pants became a whine. "Yes! Please give me more, Mother Mbayo."

Adele bent down feeding a large black nipple to my wife soft lips. I saw Audrey's cheeks suction in as she fed from it hungrily, her mouth clearly working to talk in all of the fertility priestess's milk. Some of it streaked as it ran across her cheek. 

My cock lurched to life at the thought of more of Adele's milk. My body had been trained to want more of it, to need it. Deep inside it was inexorably tied to my own virility and male prowess. Grace's slick hand rubbed across my buttocks, teasing my puckered asshole as she moved down further to massage my balls, weighing them carefully. Then I felt Grace's hands leave me.

"You are almost complete" she commented. 

From out of nowhere she produced a thick stone cup and I took it, finding myself hoping it was more of Adele's breast milk. Instead I found cold spring water and I drank deeply, not realizing how thirsty I'd become.

A moment later I saw her walk into the ritual chamber on the other side of the glass. Audrey seemed not to even notice as her mouth moved between Adele Mbayo's pendulous tits, looking to feed on her some more. A quiet exchange took place between the two of them. Adele nodded and motioned to Audrey's limp form on the altar. Grace smiled and nodded.

As I watched Grace gently pour more oil on my wife's tanned skin, Adele Mbayo entered the room. She looked tired, but pleased.

"Grace tells me you are eager, Mr. Jones. That is expected." She moved close to me and again I found myself hypnotized by her massive, shifting mountains of breast flesh, now so close to me and still wet on the nipples with droplets of milk and my wife's saliva beading on their oily curved surface. "You are hungry, aren't you, Mr. Jones?"

Dumbly, I nodded my head. She purred "Good. You are a strong man. Drink from Mother Mbayo. Take my blessing." She kissed me briefly and lowered my head down to a thick nipple. In seconds, I found myself greedily drinking more of Adele Mbayo's breast milk. There seemed to be an unending supply. I tasted the thick fertility serum, letting it roll across my tongue like a fine wine before swallowing it in big gulps. It was so much better like this. Fresh. Natural. 

After a few moments, Mother Mbayo lifted my head from her. I felt my muscles tense and stance shifted warily. A tiger whose meal had been interrupted. Adele responded with a deep laugh and bared her white teeth in a smile. "Look at you! You are a tribal warrior now?" Her tone was mocking but light. I felt myself blush.

Her black hands lifted my cock. "Oh yes, Mr. Jones. That is very good indeed." She corkscrewed her hand around my cock with a grace and strength that I wouldn't have believed possible in an older, heavyset woman. Again, it became very clear to me that she was in her element now. This was an ages old ritual to her, one performed hundreds of times.

"Look at your wife, Mr. Jones. See her with my daughter. How does that make you feel?"

Through the glass, Grace was coiled around my wife's prone position on the fertility altar, her large black breasts sliding up her back. They looked like living, wet, squirming Yin Yang symbol, both tall and lean and polar opposites in color. Both bodies slipping together, finding friction wherever possible, luxuriating in each other's skin contact. I saw Audrey's mouth open with a gasp as one of Grace's fingers slipped into her ass and begin pumping lewdly.

All the while, Adele teased and pleasured my torrid erection. She pulled out a curved and gnarled piece of dark African wood and held it up for me to see. "Bend over now. I will make you ready."

I bent further forward, resigning myself that this polished wood was almost surely going into my ass. I didn't care. I just needed to cum. I needed Audrey. I pressed my face closer, letting my fevered forehead rest against the cool glass. 

Audrey had her face pressed into Grace's crotch now. My wife. Was eating pussy. Something I'd never imagined her capable of. It seemed so quaint now. No big deal anymore. Grace smiled back at me through the window, running her pink tongue against her thick inky lips. One of her hands gripped my wife's head, pulling her face in closer as she swerved her hips and ground herself into my wife's hungry, drug-addled mouth.

Sure enough, behind me Adele smoothly worked the wooden device into my ass. I felt her hand pulling my cock downward toward her breasts, the swollen purple helmet rubbing against her on the downstroke. A giant wave of euphoria washed over me as she twisted the wooden buttplug, finding my throbbing prostate gland and massaging it. I moaned heavily and my eyes rolled back in my head.

This woman, this non-licensed fertility doctor or priestess or whatever was milking me like some sort of prize bull. My mind staggered as to how events could have led me here but the haze of the root drug and my own arousal left me blind. All I knew what that I began pushing back against her hand, trying to further stimulate myself.

"That's good, Mr. Jones. You are so close now. You are going to put a strong child into Audrey's belly. Just. One. More. Thrust." Adele's milking hand squeezed and I felt myself beginning to come. Adele's face darted underneath, seizing the head of my cock between her lips and drinking a mouthful from my pulsing cock as it came.

She stood up, tasted my come and then swallowed. "You are ready Mr. Jones. Your seed is strong now. Like you. You must follow me." 

I stared at her and then back down to my own cock uncomprehendingly. Steady throbs of sperm-filled come still ran from me, my orgasm never completely stopping, just slowing before starting all over again. I reached around and felt the wood still nestled between my ass cheeks.

Adele stood at the door to the fertility room. "You mustn't waste your time if you are going to give your wife what she deserves."

My voice was ragged. "I can't... stop. I can't stop. Coming."

"You can control this! You have always had what you needed to do this Mr. Jones. You just did not believe you could. You gave up. Now you have a lovely woman in there, who is ready for you. Her body aches for it. You will make her proud."

Adele Mbayo reached up, putting her hands on my chest. She hit me once. "Damn you, Mr. Jones! This is your woman! Your mate. You breed her. Impregnate her! Now!"

That was enough. I found myself straightening my back, letting the pulses of my steadily spurting cock settle into the back of my mind. The constant stream of cum died down to a trickle, the vast pulsing ocean of cum still straining to escape, held back by my will.

I focused on the rising passion of my primal urge to find my wife. Grab her. Hold her. Fuck her. Breed.

Adele moved to the side and I brushed past her without as second thought. In the chamber the drum music was louder, more insistent. I moved towards the altar and found Grace locked to my wife's butthole in a slurping mass, shoving her long pink tongue as far as it could go. My wife squirmed and moaned in protracted wrenching orgasms. 

I pulled Grace away from my wife, firmly and powerfully. "She is mine. Move." The word barked from my mouth and Grace acknowledged my superiority by backing away. 

Audrey's whipped back around at the side of my voice. My cock pulsed and I felt a fresh jet of semen splash against her leg. Her voice was soft, but earthy and full of strength. "Just fuck me. Please. I don't care about getting pregnant anymore. I just want you to fuck me like you used to."

I leaned over her and our lips met, slipping and sliding over one another. Then I gripped her hair and forced her head down to my slowly spurting cock and she swallowed a mouthful of my cum. Then I dropped back down to her beautiful face, her pointed chin dripping with my seed and we shared the taste. 

I walked behind her and grabbed her trembling, waiting pear shaped haunches. The altar held her at perfect height for my penetration. I gripped her hard around her waist, my thick fingers pressed into supple but firm flesh. Her body felt like a teenager's. 

Her pert girlish ass bounced up at me impatiently. I rubbed the head of my still leaking cock over her puffy and swollen sex, letting it coat her folds and crevasses. My palms then scooped up the cum or precum and pushed it inside her as she whimpered. My fingers coming out even wetter with her own overwrought vaginal secretions. I slid the excess wetness over her asshole. She purred as she began straining at her bonds, pushing her pussy back towards me, seeking my cock.

I moved my face to her ear. "Are you ready?" My thick, pulsing cock stood just outside her entrance, dripping cum over her spread labia.

She closed her eyes. "Just fuck. Shut up. Just fuck me hard goddammit."

My cock pushed her open slowly and insistently. I was bigger now, bigger even than her ivory dildo, but she took every inch inside her with no complaint. She let out a piercing yell as I bottomed out inside her.

I began to fuck. Hard. Pummeling. Commanding her. Taking her like a rutting bitch. Fucking her like a dirty whore. Or a princess playing a dirty whore for a few hours. Our bodies were keyed in for this moment, this culmination of our longing and desperation and frustration. 

Even the altar seemed right. Her fingers gripped at it, the bonds tightening and straining seemed to make her more inventive. Her hips shimmied and swerved in new ways, struggling to get more of me inside her. I felt her steaming hot box tighten and constrict around me, occasionally causing me to tense up. Each time, the wooden plug in my ass pressed hard against my prostate and quick jets of cum fired off inside Audrey. She let out a low whistle of approval.

In turn, I began a steady rhythm of pounding and driving downward with my cock. As I reached bottom I ground my cock inside her, making sure my thick pleasure pole brushed against every part of her canal. My hands slapped at her ass. Or pulled her head back by her hair. They slipped under waist and worked at her nipples. 

We were like that for longer than I would've imagined we could hold out, both us primed and ready for the fuck of our lifetimes. Each keyed up with years of frustration and weeks of temptation coursing through our minds. The wet, squelching sounds of perfectly clockwork movements became faster and more complicated. Our bodies began responding to one another intuitively as our heat rose and our animal natures unleashed themselves.

"Fuck my hot little sluttyfuckingshitgodoooaahhh" Her words began as English, but became unintelligible moans as her body quaked in orgasm after orgasm. Each daring me to up the ante. To drive her more wild with desire. 

This was my woman. I had found her, seduced her and now I was going to wear her ass out.

I'd give her my most precious gift. Cum. All that I could muster. I would protect her. Keep her. But she must submit to me. Let me fuck her. She was mine. My bitch. My whore. My wife. My mate.

I looked at her and saw everything I wanted, everything I needed. This was my test. To keep her, I had to own her. I had to plant my seed inside her.

I felt... everything slip away as we careened wildly towards... release.

She moved against me, but let me stay fully in control as I pushed every bit of sexual energy I'd been living with as far as I could inside of her. She arched her back and grabbed her tits, squeezing hard. A fresh volley of piping hot cum seared her insides as it burst forth from the head of my supernaturally powerful cock. She yelped and scratched at me as I flooded her with gallons of my sticky reward. A wave of pure pleasure washed over me as my unending orgasm peaked inside of my beautiful, fertile wife. I kept thrusting, pushing and grinding against her as she went limp beneath, her ass quivering. 

I saw Grace Mbayo in the corner, slowly masturbating herself to our union. Her face was a mask of erotic delight as she brought herself to orgasm.

I collapsed on top of Audrey, feeling our oily sweaty bodies joined between us. My sweat pouring on to the small of her back. Then I carefully released her bonds, rubbing softly at her reddened wrists and ankles as we moved over to a bed with billowy white sheets nearby.

She cried and I found myself sniffling. I held her like that for a while. Then she began to move in slow, tiny circles. 

"I'm not done with you yet, Mr. Jones" Audrey said. She spun around on me, something she hadn't done in years, never letting my cock slip out of her tight canal. Her soft breasts were now in my face as she rode me and I suckled at them, nipping at her neck as she rode me. Her pelvis rocked forwards and backwards, her taut stomach flexing as her yoga-trained legs lifted her pussy all the way up to my head, before slamming down against me, burying every inch of my cock inside her. 

I heard my wife moan and saw Grace's tongue in Audrey's mouth again. The palm of her dark hand rubbing my wife's protruding thick nipples. Then it slipped down lower and began to finger Audrey's hungry clitoris.




The Mbayo Clinic Ch. 03



My wife fucked down against me harder, riding my pole with an intensity I'd never seen as the glamorous African amazon teased her body, finding her response points and triggering each of them carefully. 

Audrey's moans were filling my ears along with the pounding of the drums and the blood in my head. I registered her whimpers in a fog. "Please fuck me, baby. Grace is going to help you fuck me. Ssssssoooo good. Your both ssssoooo fucking good to me."

Audrey came again, her slick tunnel tightenening and milking more cum from me. I didn't seem to be anywhere near stopping. I wondered if we could keep this up until there was nothing left of me but a dry husk.

I felt something move deep inside me then and I gasped. The wooden plug. Grace had gripped it and began to use it, twisting and prodding my sensitive prostate. I felt the black woman's tongue sucking my heavy balls into her thick lips, working them in her heavenly mouth as my cock was squeezed and fucked by my wife's perfect pussy.

Audrey leaned down and we kissed again, both panting as our bodies were caught in waves of overpowering gratification. She looked into my eyes and whispered, "I love you... but you... have to... come... now. Come for me."

With her words Grace's hand moved the wooden plug in deeper than before and I screamed as I was hit by another freight train of sensation. Grace moved her head in between Audrey and I, her mouth now sucking my wife's clit, her tongue flickering over us, bathing the joined sex organs she found there.

I came. We kept going. I came again. Each time Grace jerked the plug and plunged it into me as my seed pooled up inside of Audrey, then began to drip out of us as I filled her cervix with fresh hot spunk. I grunted and swore as more and more cum erupted from me. More and more flowed out of me, every last bit of my energy, my feelings, my anger, resentment, everything I had in this world seemed to leave my body as my body surrendered to the orgasm that was overtaking us both. It never seemed to end, just escalating waves of raw sexuality washing over me, crashing me against its shore as I peaked and peaked over and over again.

Then it was subsiding. Audrey's flesh still soft and warm and safe in my arms. Holding me. Protecting me. Loving me. I distractedly felt Grace remove the plug from my tender asshole, but I couldn't lift my head to look as the aftershocks kicked in. Audrey and I spasmed in each other's arms, holding each other tight.

Finally after minutes of this, Audrey rolled off of me and we lay there, staring at nothing. I felt Audrey's hand take mine, weakly. Then there was darkness.

I awoke to find my wife and Grace Mbayo, sitting cross-legged on the bed, sipping some sort of hot tea, both looking fresh and showered, wearing white robes.

For some reason, I felt self-conscious lying there on top of the sheets, my body a sticky mess of cum, oil and sex. I looked around for something to cover myself. For the first time in what seemed like forever, my dick had returned to a normal flaccid state.

"Good afternoon, sleepyhead." Audrey giggled and Grace joined her. Both women looked like sisters in their little robes with their secret smiles. 

I scratched my head. "I think I'm overdue for a shower, aren't I?"

Grace pointed towards a door on the side of the room. In a few moments, I emerged, feeling reborn. The events of the last few hours foggy in my mind. There were windows open in the fertility room, bathing the room in the last hours of golden daylight. There was no alter to be seen now. No incense smoke. No pounding tribal drums. No throbbing cocks and oil and pussies and breasts. 

I sighed. It had happened. But in the cold light of day, I had no idea what we'd been doing. I was too tired to think about it. Too spent. Either we were pregnant or we'd paid two women to drug us with some unclassified hallucinogens and perform group sex with us. 

But I couldn't help feeling like I'd accomplished something. As I reentered the room, the soft robe now wrapped around me, the first thing I saw was my wife. Relaxed. Laughing. 

She turned toward me. And the look that passed between was adoration. She loved me. And I loved her. And if that's all that we had, then that would have to be enough.

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Grace Mbayo stayed with us awhile, sharing a cup of tea she recommended to help clear our heads after the ritual. She deftly avoided any questions about the ritual itself by telling us that what had happened was sacred. It was our experience and she and her mother had merely facilitated. She was still very warm, but she was firm. The ritual was over. 

My wife and I were happy not to talk about it too much either. On the ride home, we talked about other things. Upcoming plans. Maybe taking a vacation. Somewhere warm and tropical. That sounded perfect.

A few days later, I woke up to the sound of Audrey sobbing. I lurched out of bed and found her on the toilet, her body shaking and tears streaming from her eyes. I tried to get a response from her, but she couldn't speak. She pressed something into my hand. 

It was a 72-hour home pregnancy test. I didn't have to find the box to know that the little blue plus sign was a good thing. I found myself yelling, laughing, tears coming from my own eyes. I was going to be a father. Audrey was carrying my child inside her.

Neighborhood cookouts weren't something the old Mr. and Mrs. Jones used to find the time for, but things had changed over the years. In fact, I found myself wearing a stupid apron and holding a spatula over a Weber grill. Beside me was our annoying new neighbor, Tony. 

He was going on about something to do with his job and I tuned him out. I saw Audrey from across the yard, holding our daughter and pointing out different birds to her. My heart swelled. Pregnancy had been good to Audrey's figure. 

Her workout and beauty regimen was still pretty strict, but the heavier breasts and hips that had come with pregnancy looked great on her. She caught me looking at her and she smiled. I couldn't hear her, but I saw her mouthing the words, "wave to Daddy." 

Our daughter waved back at me. As I waved to her, I heard Tony say something strange. "What?"

Tony looked uncomfortable. "The orange stuff in the baggie. On your bathroom sink. What is that stuff?"

I sighed. Of course Tony had been in our bathroom. "It's Batungu root. I take it on occasion. It helps me relieve tension."

Tony shook his head. "That natural herbology mumbo jumbo doesn't do anything for me. We tried all kinds of that stuff when Carrie first tried to get pregnant. None of it works. I've got to be honest with you, we thought you guys were in the same boat. Unable to conceive and all that."

I felt a tug on my khaki shorts. I looked down and then scooped my daughter. "What are you doing, Grace?" She giggled. I looked over at Audrey, holding the twin image of the little girl in my arms. "Do you see your mommy? Do you see your sister Adele?" 

I gave her a kiss on the cheek and set her back down on the ground. "Go give your mommy a kiss from Daddy." She disappeared in Audrey's direction.

I looked down. The burgers needed flipping. I handed the spatula to Tony. He began to scoop up the patties. I opened a beer. Tony's wife Carrie was a sweet woman. Despite his nosy ways, they were good neighbors and good friends. 

"How do you feel about nontraditional medicine, Tony?" I asked.

His face went blank. "Huh?"

"Tell you what, Tony. If you and Carrie are really serious about having a child, then I might know someone you should talk to."