First Mate

(Fdom/M, Humor, Preg)

It was so unfair; my first long space voyage as First Mate after my promotion and I had to draw Captain Walters as commanding officer. Ethyl Walters, the tough-as-nails commanding officer of the “Venture.” had a reputation as being demanding. As the first woman ever to captain a Federation frigate, she had a lot to prove. But she had been proving it for the last fifteen years by making the lives of the men who served with her miserable.

To make matters worse, Captain Walters turned out to be a very good-looking woman. Although she was ten or fifteen years older than I was, she had a firm, youthful body and once we were underway, she didn’t mind showing it. Constantly she wore the skimpiest cut of uniform that regs allowed, clothes that showed off her big boobies and a hard, round ass. She seemed totally unaware or indifferent at the effect proximity to her had on a young NCO like me.

I was scared to death of her, but too much a male not to dream of getting into her bed. At last one night I finally got a break. We had been traveling at top speed for several weeks when one afternoon (Navy psychs insist crews keep a 24 hour “day,” even when our sun is an indistinguishable point of light in the sky) a fanfare suddenly blared out from speakers all over the ship. “What is that, Captain Walters?” I asked. “That’s no alarm I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s not an alarm,” she explained. “I set the computer to notify us when we passed from the gravity well of the Milky Way into that of the Spiral Nebula. This is the first time I have been outside our home galaxy. I feel like celebrating. What about you?”

“Well of course it would be a first time for me, too, Captain…”

”‘Ethyl,’ she smiled. “Now that we’re outside our home galaxy, Tony, why don’t you call me Ethyl.”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Ethyl grinned at me. “I want a special dinner. Think you can arrange that, Tony?”

“Aye, Aye, sir … I mean, sure Ethyl.”

Needless to say, I was surprised at this display of emotion from my hard-bitten commanding officer. She even came out dressed up for the occasion, a slinky gown slit high and strappy spike heel sandals. I was even more surprised when Ethyl pulled several bottles of Bored from her personal stash for the meal I prepared. It was a dammed good soy stroganoff, if I do say so myself. As the night wore on and I saw Ethyl having a little too much to drink, I started to wonder if I might get lucky.

Discretely, I helped her have a little too much more. And what do you know? As ice-cool Ethyl got tipsy, she started to thaw. In one way, I wasn’t surprised. A woman with big squeeze-able tits like hers and wide, man-devouring hips just MUST need lots of sex. She had to be used to men feeling up those glorious knockers until she was crazy with lust and then putting the wood to her. She might have acquired an amazing collection of sex toys to help her avoid sex with crewmembers, but tonight I hoped she would find out she couldn’t. The booze was working on her. The old minx was getting hot for a little screwing. Her inhibitions were slipping. I could see she was starting to remember just how good getting laid felt having a man push open those plump legs and insert a fat cock into her juicy pussy. She would soon go wild unless she got some.

She started giving me shy glances that gradually turned into hot, hungry gazes. When I suggested we watch a video together, she willingly agreed and soon she was sitting just a little too close to me on the couch. I pulled out a porn movie of a dentist who uses NO2 to get into the pants of his patients. Ethyl grinned when the doctor got a well-built woman in his chair, laid her back and shot her full of gas until she was giddy. Ethyl giggled along with the groggy woman as she watched Dr. “Hands” unbutton his pretty patient’s blouse. The gassed-up woman squirmed with pleasure when the doctor slipped her boobies out of the bra and started playing with her nipples. I noticed Ethyl started squirming, too.

The movie brought out a bawdy side to Ethyl I could only have fantasized about. “That’s it; feel the bitch up. Make her screw her brains out,” Ethyl muttered under her breath. I noticed my tipsy commanding officer was slowly snuggling up to press her self against me and when I looked down, I saw her blouse had “accidentally” come unbuttoned, revealing that lovely pair of big white tits.

“Do you mind if I hold you like this, Ethyl?” I said shyly, putting an arm around her gently. “Do, and I’ll bust you down to ensign! You’d better hold me like this!” she growled drawing my hand to her breasts and kissing me passionately. “Oh, God, Tony! It’s been so long!” she sighed. “Oh, I thought I could do without it, but I can’t. That feels so lovely!” she moaned as I kneaded her boobs and tweaked her nipples.

“I can’t believe this, Ethyl,” I gasped. “You are so beautiful, so sexy. I’ve been dreaming of…”

Another passionate kiss silenced me until she drew back. “Don’t talk, baby. I’ve got more important uses for your lips,” she moaned and pulled my face into her bosom. “You are doing such a JOB on me. You really know how to turn a woman on. You’re getting me… so… damned… horny…,” she panted. “I’ve got to get off! Diddle me, Tony. Diddle me good.” she continued to moan and guided my hand under her skirt and up into her pussy.

When my fingers slipped between her legs, I could feel her pussy was wet. The woman was ready to be laid. As I rubbed her clit rhythmically, she began to yelp with pleasure as orgasm after orgasm hit her. I continued stimulating her, almost cruelly, until she was delirious with desire. “Give it to me, Tony! I’ve got to have sex; I’ve got to have a man. It’s been too long since I had a real prick between my legs. I need to be screwed. Come to bed with me, Tony. I want you to fuck me.”

Frantically, she led me to her Captain’s chambers. “Come put me to bed; put me down and give me some cock!” she gasped and she ripped off our clothes pulled me into bed on top of her. I had never seen a woman in such a frenzy to get laid. “Put it here in my pussy, Tony! Cram your cock down deep in me. Pump me full of fuck until I burst. I’ve got to have a good dicking; I’ve got to have it!” she cried as I slid my prick in her steaming cunt.

“Yes! Yes! You’re in!” she exclaimed as soon as my cock penetrated her pussy. “It feels so good, baby, your prick deep in my pussy, just where I want it,” she said softly now with more determination than frenzy. Instantly, her legs locked around me and she began to gyrate. “In and out … In and out,” she whispered. “Just like it should be.” Slowly I realized her body had taken control of my rhythm. I was no longer fucking her. She was fucking me and I couldn’t have stopped her if I’d wanted to! Her powerful undulations were controlling my movements. She was bringing me to orgasm.

I had the feeling that something wasn’t quite right, even if I had wanted to, I couldn’t have pulled out. Her legs were strong and her movements felt too good. Instead, I gave in to her domination and seconds later exploded inside her. Nevertheless her writhing didn’t stop until she had drained my balls into her ravenous cunt. “Yes, Tony, now I have you,” I heard her say as, spent with passion, I dropped off to sleep. But several more times that night I half remembered being on top of Ethyl pouring cum down her pussy hole. “Wake up a little, darling. Just enough for one last time,” she said. “I want to fuck you one more time!” This time all I could do was lie back as she coaxed my prick to erection. Then she climbed on, and rode me to orgasm that turned out my light again.

It was late afternoon when I awoke. I stumbled out of Ethyl’s cabin and found her at the controls of the ship. When she saw me, she arose and took me in her arms. “Good afternoon, sweetie. Have fun last night?” she grinned and kissed me.

“Wow!” I replied. “I sure did. Didn’t you?”

“Of course, honey,” she said leading me to the couch in the control room. “Any woman would like spending time in bed with a man like you! You dicked me five times in one night. And it looks like we’ll be having a lot more such nights just like it, Sure Shot.”

“Sure shot?” I asked.

“Yes, look at this,” she grinned, handing me a paper with a bright pink plus sign on it. “What does this mean, Captain Walters?” I demanded.

“When did I become ‘Captain Walters’ again?” she laughed. “It means just what you’re afraid it means, darling. I’ve been in my most fertile period for a week. It looks like now, thanks to you, I’m going to be making us a baby. Sometime during these last few days that we’ve been screwing like rabbits, you got me knocked up sky high.”

“Impossible!” I gasped. “Yeah? Well, just watch. In a few weeks I’ll start looking like what I am – a the girl you ‘got in trouble.’ My boobs will get bigger; my hips will spread out. By the time we get back to Earth my tummy will be blown up like a balloon and I’ll be slow stupid and hanging onto you. Everybody will wag their heads and grin knowingly that while we were out alone in space, the Captain let her First Mate into her pants one night got herself knocked up. But according to the Space Code, you will have to marry me!”

“What do you mean ‘last few days?’”

“Well, yes, I have another little confession. The night you may remember wasn’t last night. It was about two weeks ago; you’ve been unconscious since I seduced you.

“But why don’t I remember anything?”

“Easy. Light tranquilizers and heavy sex. After the last fuck each morning when had to get up to run the ship, I gave you a drugged drink of water to keep you sedated. But when I came back at night, I had a way to keep you under control that was much more fun for both of us. Every time you stirred, I gave you my tits to suck until you were hard and rode you to an orgasm that put you to sleep again.

“But how can you be pregnant? Our contraceptives!” I asked.

“Ours?” she grinned. “I stopped taking mine weeks ago. Maybe it was just my biological clock, but I decided I’d never find a better combination of brains and body to father my children, sweetheart. And although I’m sure you’re normally very cautious before you take a young lady to bed, First Mate Black was so excited about finally getting his ‘frigid’ Captain into the sack that night, he forgot to take his “before” pill.”

I gaped, realizing what she said was true.

“It wouldn’t have done you any good, anyway, honey. I switched them for placebos several earlier. I wanted to make sure that when I had you in me these last few days, you would be shooting with live bullets.”

“But the celebration of entering the Spiral? Was that just coincidence?”

“I have NO idea when we left the Milky Way, darling. I programmed the computer that monitors our vital functions to alert me when I was to enter my most fertile time of the month,” she grinned triumphantly

“You planned all this? That night was just an act?”

“A plan, yes, but not an act, darling! I really do get horny when I drink and the wine had me as high as a kite. Porno movies do get me hot. When I let you feel me up, I did get terribly aroused. I truly loved the way you put the make on me. You used my tits perfectly to make me want it, and bad! If I hadn’t already intended to let you fuck me, I sure couldn’t have stopped then. And I wasn’t faking those orgasms when we screwed. Your fingers, tongue, and prick did make me come and come! All the screams of pleasure were the real me. You had me moaning with genuine ecstasy, but I had also made sure that the sperm you were planting deep inside me didn’t go to waste.”

“The act was earlier, darling,” she continued, “Pretending NOT to want sex when I was dying to get you in me. From almost the moment I laid eyes on you, Tony, I wanted your prick and your baby, but it took time to come up with a plan to make you marry me. I had to grit my teeth when you brushed my tits or ‘accidentally’ bumped my ass when we passed in these narrow corridors. My body was crying, ‘You’re hot! Let him do you. Spread your legs and let him fill your pussy with his cum!’ It was hard lying awake at night, listening to your breathing in the adjoining cot, wanting you cock planted in me. But now I’ve got you; my long horny nights getting off with my dildo are over!”

“This is outrageous, Ethyl. I refuse to let you get away with this!”

“On the contrary, my darling,” she giggled, “You will let me get away with this and a lot more. You see, I made a couple of marvelous discoveries that first night. First, I found out you really don’t need to be in the Navy for the money. Your father left you more credits than you know how to spend, something I think I can help you with,” she giggled. “Second, once I’d got your prick in me, I discovered that I could do absolutely anything I wanted with you. The manly Tony Black has a secret vulnerability. You actually like being sexually dominated by a woman. And darling, I am going to take advantage of that to supply all the domination you crave.”


“Tony, I have screwed around a lot, and I know what turns men on. I’ll admit I never suspected it of you. I thought playing the frigid female who gets helplessly amorous when drunk would turn you on, and it did. But later when I had you in bed, I saw how you responded to my commands. You were helpless. I know a little bit about hypnotism, so I stayed awake when you slipped into that lovely semi-conscious daze that overcomes a man after a good fuck. I tried a simple induction, and you went under like a baby. I took you down several more levels and planted a post hypnotic suggestion that you crave sex with me. Each time I screwed you for the last week, I put you under again, tightening my control of your mind. By now I’ve got you in the most deliciously total bondage to me,” she giggled.

“What mumbo jumbo! I suppose you have grounds for a paternity suit and are after a fat court settlement from my father’s estate. But ‘marriage?’ ‘Bondage?’ Come on!”

“So, you are angry with me?” she grinned.

“Furious, you bitch!”

“And don’t want to make love to me again?”

“After what you have done to me? Of course not.”

“Then I guess if you now suddenly found yourself really horny and wanting me to screw you, that would prove I have some kind of hold on you mind, wouldn’t it?”

“I suppose,” I admitted, warily. “Then get ready to test your bonds,” she said and rubbed her breasts. As her hands moved over her breasts they seemed to expand to fill my field of vision. “You are staring at me, darling. It’s rude to stare at a woman’s boobs unless you are planning to do something with them,” she smirked. “In fact, you’d better not look at all if you don’t want to get horny. I’ve found that young men who stare at my big, soft boobies soon get an urge to feel me up. They get so turned on they just want to undress me and take my big titties out of my bra and kiss them and suck them.”

“Could that be happening to you, Tony?” she asked knowingly and started unbuttoning her uniform. I shook my head, but continued to star at her as she stripped. “I wouldn’t mind that happening, darling. I haven’t had you in me for several hours so if you started playing with my titties, that could get me excited. Oh, yes, very excited,” she hissed as she sidled up to me.

“No, no!” I protested as I fell on those magnificent milk jugs

“Oh yes, baby! I hope you know what you’re doing to me. When a man sucks my tits like you are, I get really wet down here. See?”

I didn’t see, but I sure felt as she guided my hand to her very soppy crotch.

“Why not come with me to my cabin again for another romp.”

After that night there was no question. Ethyl owned me, body and soul and I really couldn’t complain. At first there was not much change in routine; most of the housekeeping chores were mine anyway, although she insisted I learn how to care for her clothes. That was not much of a chore because she preferred that we went naked to make it more convenient to fuck at her slightest whim.

By the time we were on the way back to base she was really starting to show - and to slow down. We were spending more and more time in bed. She still liked me to fuck her several times a day, but had decided that doggie style or riding me was more practical than missionary position. Even more, however she liked me to massage her belly as I fingered her to orgasm or to eat her to one soft come after another.

Our baby girl, named Andromeda, what else, was born just two weeks after we arrived. (What HADN’T this woman planned?) There was barely time to organize the wedding before Ethyl went into delivery. Although many of my friends and classmates were surprised I was marrying my commanding officer and a woman considerably older than I, most of them shared ribald congratulations for having seduced the “sexy old bitch.” If they only knew! Actually, several of them soon found out. Ethyl told me several of her like-minded friends had found new toy boys that day on my side of the aisle.

As the time for her maternity leave drew toward a close, I started to feel worried. First I knew I was going to miss Andromeda terribly when we had to take the “Venture” off on the next mission. Second, Ethyl was having such fun nursing and playing with our daughter - such a beautiful little girl, how could you blame her - she had not started making any arrangements for day care while we would be gone.

Finally the day for Ethyl to report to FedNav headquarters to pick up our orders arrived. When she returned she didn’t want to talk about orders, but was boiling with lust. She didn’t even let me put dinner on the table but insisted we go straight to bed.

When I woke up next, she was in a much better mood. “I love you so much, Tony,” she confessed as she lay in my arms after what must have been an early morning roll in the hay.

“And I, you, darling.”

“You’re not resentful at the way I tricked you into marrying me?”

“Tricked me into having the smartest, the sweetest, the sexiest wife in the galaxy? Not very! You know I’d do anything for you.”

“Oh, Tony, I love you for saying that and meaning it. I have a really big request to make.”

“Say it, sweetheart.”

She looked at me carefully, judging me. “Tony, I don’t like the idea of strangers taking care of our baby.”

I was confused. “Neither do I, love, but we can’t take her into space with us until she’s eight or she’ll never develop balance.”

“I know, love. That’s why I think it’s best if a parent stays with her. We can’t both go on the Venture when she blasts off.”

“No, Ethyl, darling. It’s too big a sacrifice. You can’t give up your career, even for Andromeda. You’ve worked a lifetime to get where you are.”

“OH, Tony. I knew you’d understand,” she squealed. “You won’t regret it, I promise,”

”‘Understand what?’ ‘I won’t regret what?’ Now I am confused, Ethyl”

“Don’t you see darling? I will go on the Venture. You will stay home and take care of Andromeda. And when I come home…” Well if I didn’t calculate wrong, stud, some time during the last week we have been fucking, you made Andromeda a little brother or sister.”

The End

Comments please to Homer Vargas [email protected]

In particular, this story almost begs for an alternate ending in which Ethyl leaves Tony home with the kid, but goes off with another man promising to bring him home another baby to take care of. After all he was just her FIRST mate, not the only one. Indeed, with a little tweaking, we could probably discover that the first baby isn’t Tony’s either. But I’m just not in a nasty enough mood right now to write it. Any takers?

Also, I’d like to include this revistion of “No Deposit, Return.”

“A year has pased since the wedding and Cynthia is STILL not pregnant. The grandmothers take action.”

No Deposit, Return (M/F, cuck, preg, parody/humor) by Homer Vargas [email protected]

I wish to acknowledge use of an altered scene from the hot story, “Ebony and Ivory Acres” by Stormbringer. The spirit of the story, however is much closer to the stories of CDE.

Arthur sat at Cynthia’s side gripping her hand tightly. Across from them sat Cynthia’s mother, Mable, and his own mother, Ruth. The two women regarded the nervous pair seriously. Ruth spoke first. “I suppose you know why Mable and I invited you two over, don’t you?”

“Because it’s our anniversary?” Arthur offered, glancing shyly as his beautiful young wife.

“Well, yes, that is the occasion, darling, but not the real reason,” Ruth smiled encouragingly. “We thought by now you two might have something you wanted to … tell us.” Both women leaned forward slightly. Mable was not smiling.

“Er, ‘tell you,’ mother?” Arthur asked.

“Of course, dear,” she replied kindly. “You don’t have to be shy with us. It’s very normal for a young couple, especially this long after the honeymoon. We wanted to be the first to know.”

“Know, uh … what?” Arthur asked, glancing over at Cynthia who was biting her lip and clasping and unclasping her hands.

“She means have you knocked up my daughter yet, twerp!” Mable burst out in exasperation. “It was bad enough that she didn’t have a nice bulging tummy for the wedding ceremony, though that was partly her fault,” the scowling woman admitted. “But now twelve MONTHS have gone by, boy. Any normal man would have had her nursing one baby and be working in a second one for us by now!”

“Mother, please!” Cynthia interjected in defense of her cringing husband. “This is a very private matter between the two of us.”

“Of course getting a baby fucked into you is private! I didn’t ask to WATCH him putting the first bun put in that cute little belly of yours, Cynthia, although that would be sexy,” her mother leered. “I’m just interested in results. You’re almost eighteen, young lady. This is your most fertile time of life. You could be popping out grandchildren for me once a year. Remember what happened to your older sister. She didn’t start until she was almost twenty and now and is going almost two or more years between babies. At this rate, she’ll barely reach a dozen and SHE has both her husband’s brothers helping her.

“Excuse me, mother Dunn, but Cynthia is right. When and how many children we have is none of your business.”

“Now Arthur, you can’t really mean that. I’m just as eager to see lots of grandchildren as Mable,” Ruth interjected, “Although I might have expressed it a little differently,” she said, looking over at Mable. “I naturally want you to keep Cynthia constantly pregnant for the next twenty years of so as much as Mable does.”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with you, anyway, shrimp? Are you shooting blanks?” Mable demanded. “I know she had the absurd idea of not having sex before the marriage, but what kind of boyfriend were you to take that shit? If all else failed, you should have gotten the silly filly drunk one night and slipped a baby in her. I swear, I can’t figure out youngsters nowadays!”

“Arthur! Is that true?” Ruth asked. “You asked a girl to marry you without at least fucking her stupid for a few months? Suppose you are inadequate? I made that mistake with your father. I’d certainly hate to think that my son could do that to another woman!”

Arthur was stunned to see his soft-spoken mother so animated. Mable continued.

“Well, that’s water over the dam, but what about now?” Mable demanded. “You’ve been fucking my daughter for a year. A little minx like her, I guess she wants it, what, three times a day, more on weekend, I guess? You fill her hot little cunt, say, twice each session…” Mable was lost in her mental calculation. “Load for an average man is three ounces.” She cast a disparaging glance at her son-in-law. “Say, one-half ounce for YOU … makes … … over eight gallons of spunk you’ve pumped into my little girl! That’s enough to give her a swollen belly right there.”

“Mother,” Cynthia exclaimed. “You’ve got it all wrong. We don’t do it quite that often.”

“What? The bastard fucks you fewer than three times a day? What kind of undersexed wimp did you marry, anyway, honey?”

“Well, it’s not all Arthur’s fault. I don’t think it is proper to, you know, just RUT it all the time like animals.”

“Shit, girl. I knew I should never have let you hang out with that crazy church crowd. And you?”

Mable turned on Arthur with fire in her eyes “You put up with that kind of frigidity? What kind of man doesn’t fuck a wife just because she says she doesn’t want to? A real man would take her and paw her until the little bitch was crying for it. You ought to be fucking the shit out of my girl several times a day. After a few times, she’d have begged you for it. That’s what Leroy did to me.”

“Don’t feel bad, Cynthia, dear,” Ruth interjected, trying to be sympathetic to the distraught young woman. “I felt the same way before I met Jethro. But once you get a taste of hard nasty sex, you just can’t get enough.

“Jethro?” Arthur asked.

Ruth looked a little pained. “He’s the little brother of Mable’s friend, Leroy.”

“Leroy?” Cynthia asked.

“Don’t play games, Cynthia! You know I’ve had a big black stud screwing my brains out every night since your father passed on.”

“Since before you FUCKED him to death, you mean,” the daughter replied bitterly. “You should have known not to make daddy have sex with you as soon as he got home from a triple bypass, especially that half-hour doggie fuck!”

“He died a happy man, Cynthia. The undertaker couldn’t get the grin off his face. And you’ve never complained about the millions in insurance money he left us. Besides, I was only doing what I had to do. Lord, girl, your father had been in and out of the hospital for weeks! If Leroy hadn’t been working as an orderly in the intensive care unit, I don’t know what I’d have done. Leroy,” Mable sighed and smiled for the first time. “Now there’s a man! I’ll guarantee you, Leroy would have you knocked up higher than a kite by now.”

“I’m not a shameless hussy like you, Mother, bearing a little black ‘posthumous’ child eight moths after Daddy died! How can you even think about me being unfaithful to my darling Arthur.”

“Don’t tell me YOU don’t!”

“Of course I don’t!” Cynthia protested.

“Then what ARE you thinking about when you have this buried in your twat, you horny little bitch?” her mother asked triumphantly and pulled out a huge black dildo.

“Where did you find … er, what do you mean, Mother?”

“I took it from the second drawer of your night stand, the same drawer you’ve kept it since you were 13, Cynthia. That was the reason I was never too worried about you running around with those religious nuts, promising to remain a virgin and all that nonsense. I knew that every night you were sneaking back into your room fucking yourself silly with Junior here. I could hear you writhing in ecstasy and moaning ‘Fuck me, you big black bastard, fuck me pregnant.’”

“Cynthia!” Albert exclaimed in shock. “You were … touching yourself, even when we were dating?”

“Of course she was, dear,” Ruth put in. “All women have to masturbate. Don’t think badly of her, or of yourself. Very few men can give women all the hard-pounding sex we require. Even if you did her several times a day, a healthy young woman like Cynthia would still need lots of sex toys to keep her mental equilibrium. Without six or seven good gut-wrenching orgasms a day, we girls become bitchy and hysterical. I certainly was, even though I was spending several hours a day coming with my vibrator. I was nearly a wreck, until Mable introduced me to Jethro, that is.” Ruth smiled gratefully at her friend.

“Hell, no, I don’t blame her,” Mable added. “Especially since this wimp isn’t exercising his marital rights. I just blame her for settling for an artificial fuck stick that can no more put a baby in that belly than her useless husband. Lemme see your equipment, boy!”

“What are you talking about, Mother Dunn”

“Your baby-making tool, dammit! Your dick, your cock, your prick, your Johnson, you twerp!”

“She means we want to see your penis, darling,” Ruth tried to explain.

“Mother! You expect me to expose my private parts in front of all three of you? Why I insist on lights out to spare even Cynthia the trauma of having to look at a man’s … you know.

“What crap!” Mable exploded. “A real man shows off is dong every time he gets a chance, ‘cause he knows seeing it turns a woman into a mush of rutting woman flesh. So, fish it out and lets see it, buster,”

“Do as she says, dear,” Ruth said, reaching over to unbutton Arthur’s pants.

“My god! Jockey shorts and I don’t see no bulge,” Mable exclaimed as Arthur’s pants dropped around his ankles.

“Go ahead. Pull down your shorts, honey” Ruth said. Mortified, Arthur complied.

Mable gasped. “I don’t believe it! It’s even smaller than my late husband’s. How do you expect to get a girl pregnant with that thing? Why that’s not a cock, it’s a weenie!

Mable glared at Arthur, daring him to answer. Cynthia was too embarrassed to say anything. She regarded Ruth with more affection. “Don’t mean no harm, Ruth, Honey, but you’ve got to admit, we’ve given him a fair chance. I think it’s time we follow through on what we agreed with Cynthia before the wedding.”

“Cynthia? Mother Dunn? What are you talking about?” Arthur asked nervously pulling his pants back on.

“Do you want to tell him, Cynthia, or do you want me to?” Mable asked.

The young woman just hung her head, so her mother barreled ahead. “It’s this way, buster. I told Ruth when you asked my Cynthia to marry you, I didn’t think it would work out. Even before seeing that sorry excuse for a dick, I could tell you take after your daddy too much. Why look at your mother; she’s got the hips and the tits to pop babies out every year. And how many did her dippy husband give her? One! And a sorry one at that, if I do say so!” Mable glared at her son-in-law.

“Mother Dunn! Besides being a vulgar butinsky, you are totally wrong to impugn my father’s virility. Perhaps you don’t know, but I have EIGHT little brothers and sisters!” Arthur shot back, looking proudly at his mother, glad at last to have a comeback to his intrusive mother-in-law.

“Now, Arthur, darling, don’t be hasty,” Ruth said. “It’s more complicated. After I saw it had taken your father almost three months to get me pregnant with you, I was pretty desperate. I had to make up for lost time because I wanted babies, lots more babies. Unfortunately, I found your father really wasn’t up to it, so I naturally turned to his boss and friends and several men I picked up in night clubs for help.”

“Haven’t you ever noticed that the younger ones don’t look nothin’ like your pappy?” Mable sniffed. “One is obviously a Spick and if your little sister got those slant eyes from your daddy, I’m a monkey’s uncle. And looks like you are worse than he was. A whole year and not able to make even one baby!” Mable growled. “There’s nothing else to do; I’m taking her back, Ruth, just like I said.”

“I don’t care what you two agreed. You can’t ‘take me back,’” Cynthia protested. “I’m staying with my Arthur.”

“And let me turn forty-five without seeing a clutch of grandchildren from my youngest daughter? No way! The little wimp had his chance. You can stay married to him if you want to, but I’m turning your breeding over to a real man.”

“What is all this about, Mother?” Arthur demanded.

“I’m afraid it’s true, darling. What she demanded seemed only fair. I had to admit that I shared some of Mable’s, er, concerns about you. I remembered when you were a teenager and I walked into your room unannounced, I never caught you masturbating.”

“But said it would make me go blind!” Arthur protested.

“Holy Toledo!” Mable shrieked. “The only teenage boy in the world actually to believe that shit, and MY daughter has to marry him!”

“Arthur, I told you that so you would feel guilty and think sex was sinful and dangerous. That way you could enjoy it more when you rebelled, don’t you see? Oh, I should have know something was wrong,” Ruth sighed. “When I paraded around in the house showing off for you half naked, all you did was look away. Even when I started coming into your room to give you a good-night kiss with my boobs hanging out, you never pulled me into bed with you and played with my pussy until I was crazy and fucked the shit out of me. Your erections were so puny when I shot you beavers of my shaved pussy, I was sick with worry. Eventually I realized you were never going to come into my room at night when you though I was asleep and fuck me and make me pregnant like a normal teen-age boy. But you were mixed up with that church crowd at the time. I tried to convince myself it was all those crazy notions about incest being a sin.”

“But … but it IS a sin” Arthur sputtered.

“Of course it’s a sin to fuck your mamma and come buckets in her and knock her up with your own little brother or sister,” Mable exploded. “But to any NORMAL boy, that’s half the fun, sliding your prick inside her loose, hairy cunt and unloading a charge of jism that will put another baby in her for your father to raise. When Ruth admitted she had never been able to seduce you, my worst fears were confirmed. I knew you just didn’t have the powerful wild urges to fuck that any healthy woman, especially a potential little baby-factory like my Cynthia, is entitled to. Your mother had to agree.”

“Agree to what, Mother?” Arthur asked fearfully.

“Agree to take you back if you didn’t succeed in making Cynthia pregnant within a year of the wedding, dear,” Ruth answered.

“And I get Cynthia back to let a real man take over the job of putting babies in her tight little belly,” Mable continued triumphantly.

“Didn’t you hear me, mother. I absolutely refuse to let any man except Arthur to make love to me,” her daughter exclaimed.

“Who said anything about having anyone make love, you silly bitch? Luv! Schmuv! What you need is a man’s big cock deep in your pussy fucking you out of your mind and pumping you full his baby-making seed. Once you’ve got a baby growing in you making your tummy so big and round that all you want to do is sleep and play with yourself and get laid, then you can be in love with the man that got you that way.”

“You heard her, Mother Dunn!” Arthur said with relief. “Your disgusting ‘agreement’ won’t work. My Cynthia is totally faithful to me.”

“Oh yeah? We’ll see how faithful she is once she meets the prong this was modeled after!” Mable replied brandishing the dildo with a smirk. “Leroy!” the older woman shouted. “Come her, baby.”

A huge black man clad only in athletic shoes and shorts walked in and stood by Mable. He was still panting slightly from working out and a sheen of perspiration glinted from the hardest set of abs, delts, and pects that Arthur had ever seen. Not to mention what appeared to be a water pipe barely concealed by his shorts. Cynthia’s mouth dropped open.

“How’s you be, Miz Mable?” he asked, leaning down to let the older woman plant a wet, sizzling kiss on his dark thick lips.

“Horny as a skunk, you no account bastard. What do you mean leaving me hanging like you did this morning, Leroy. I was just getting warmed up when you played out on me,” she replied accusingly.

“I’s sorry, Miz Mable, but we’s a been a fuckin’ for almost two hours and I done cum in you three times. I jes couldn’t get it up no mo’ right then.”

“Not good enough, Leroy! I’m going to supervise your taking the steroids myself. And you’ll have you spend more time in the gym to improve your stamina.”

“I’s sorry, I does sometimes fergets to take all those pills you gives me, but I’s already workin’ out six hours a day.”

“You’ll have to do better, but meanwhile I think you’ll be OK for the little chore I have for you.” Mable slipped her hand inside Leroy’s shorts. “Oh, yeah! You’ll do very well.”

“What’s I got to do Miz Mable?” the black man asked with concern. “I’s still a little tuckered from dis mornin’.”

“It’s easy, Leroy. You don’t have to fuck me yet. I just want you to impregnate my daughter,” she said pointing.

“M-preg-Nate?” the big man looked at Mable uncertainly. “Oh, yo’ means to fuck her and give her a big belly,” he brightened up. Then he looked over at Cynthia and his face fell again. “That little girl?” Leroy sneered. “Why she ain’t hardly got no meat on those bones. Purdy good tits, though,” he admitted, taking a closer look.

“She’ll start looking like a woman once you’ve put a few babies in her, Leroy. How soon do you think you can get her knocked up for me?”

Leroy walked over to Cynthia who was looking up at the bulge in his pants. “Depends. You ain’t been taking no birthin’ control pill, has you?” he demanded of the cowering girl?

Cynthia shook her head. “No, Arthur and I …”

“Whenja have your last period?” Leroy asked, cutting her off.

“Uh, … about two weeks ago,” she whispered.

“Dat’s good. Prob’ly do it today. Lemme check yo’ to be sure. Spread yo’ legs, girl!”

Arthur jumped to his feet. “Now see here, Mr. Leroy, I will not have you …

The back of Leroy’s hand sent the young husband reeling back where he collapsed at his mother’s feet. “Shuddup, whiteboy! You don’t know nuthin’ ‘bout breedin’ no woman. I’s gotta find out if she’s ready to make me a baby.” He turned his attention back to Cynthia who had dutifully hiked her skirt and opened her legs slightly.

“What the hell is this?” Leroy demanded, looking over at Arthur again with disdain. “You let your wife wear pantyhose? How you expect to expect to fuck a woman any time you feel like it, if she’s got somethin’ on her pussy getting’ in the way of your cock? I don’t even let my women panties, ‘cept the ones with a hole.”

Mable smiled and nodded in confirmation. Arthur, his mother tenderly stroking his battered face, said nothing. Cynthia tore her eyes momentarily from the big man’s crotch and looked up to her mother for support. She received none.

“Cynthia! You make me ashamed: a daughter of mine hiding the pussy I gave you under layers of spandex! Dammit, girl, you can’t even get yourself off with a nice long finger-fuck when you need one, much less have the wimp eat your horny little twat every time you get the chance, if you keep your cunt covered up!”

“Mother Dunn,” Arthur interjected, his head clearing from Leroy’s vicious blow, “Cynthia would surely would never commit such a degrading act as allow man to place his MOUTH on …”

Arthur’s affirmation was interrupted by a low moan coming from his wife. For Leroy, paying no mind to the intra-family dialog, had peeled off Cynthia’s pantyhose AND panties, and was now beginning to lick the young woman’s gushing slit methodically. Cynthia had fallen back on the couch in the space Arthur had vacated, her legs splayed, starting to twitch. Momentarily replacing his mouth with his fingers, Leroy grinned up at the dazed young woman. “Yo’ sho’ do likes getting’ yo’ pussy eat, doncha, Miz Cynthia? Yo’ so wet, I’s ‘fraid I’s gonna drowned in there.”

“That’s the way, Leroy, baby! Sex the little minx up ‘till she’s crazy for a breeding,” Mable exclaimed excitedly and she reached over and opened her daughter’s blouse, quickly freeing the girl’s still modest breasts from the bra.

Leroy grinned his thanks at Mable and fell back to work, his large black hand squeezing one breast, its fingers twirling her long nipple, while he took her other nipple into his mouth, biting it gently. Cynthia moaned again as her neglected body quickly began to respond to his touch.

Just when her nipples turned so sensitive, she couldn’t take anymore, Leroy began kissing back down her belly. Cynthia’s commitment to and even the memory of her marriage were rapidly melting in the heat of lust. Leroy’s tongue slipped out and licked down into her pubic hair traveling towards the tip of her crotch. It slipped down the inside crease of her leg and the young wife found herself spreading her legs wider in anticipation. As he reached her thigh, Leroy ran his tongue over to her pussy and licked up her labia. Cynthia’s eyes opened wide and her pussy spasmed. This was like nothing she had ever felt before.

Leroy wiggled his long, hard tongue in and out of the folds of her pussy lips causing her to shake with pleasure. His skillful tongue was igniting a sexual fire Cynthia had never felt before. Something intense was building deep in her body.

Leroy lapped her slit several times and then worked a beefy finger into her that felt as big as her husband’s penis. Unlike Arthur’s penis, however, Leroy’s finger knew what it was doing. He worked it deep inside the aroused young woman and began rubbing the tip around a spot deep in her pussy. Mindlessly, Cynthia began humping his finger as the fire within her grew until she thought she would die from pleasure. Just when she knew she couldn’t take any more, Leroy administered the coup d’grace. He ran his tongue over his finger and up her pussy. With one quick lick, his tongue twirled around her clit.

The second Leroy’s tongue touched the young wife’s love bud, her pussy clamped down around his finger and then ballooned up as she came. It felt like a series of bombs going off inside her and Cynthia screamed out her pleasure. This was the first time a man had ever made her come and Leroy was just getting started. He continued fingering her and licking around her clit until it hardened like a miniature penis. She had several smaller orgasms before the pressure built again and an even bigger climax overwhelmed her when he sucked her clit in his mouth. The last thing Cynthia remembered before passing out was Leroy’s soaked face grinning up at her.

Arthur tried to stand, but he was still too dizzy and Ruth easily pulled him back down on the sofa beside her. “No honey, you’ll just get hurt. Can’t you see? He’s breeding her. A man like that won’t let anything stop him when he’s about to plant a baby in a woman.”

“But it’s in my wife. I can’t just watch!” the distraught husband cried.

“That’s all you CAN do, wimp,” Mable taunted. “Keep him out of this, Ruth.”

“She’s right, sweetie; I’m sure you’ll learn that watching can be very exciting. Your father never comes so hard as when he sees Jethro between my legs, shooting me full of his jism while I beg for a black baby. Now settle down and enjoy this.”

“Mother, noooooo …” Arthur’s feeble protest was stifled as Ruth deftly slipped her hand into his pants and began massaging his cock.

“See baby, you little weenie is already getting hard just knowing your sexy little wife is going to get bred. I know it’s frustrating to see your wife about to get a big belly full of a superior man’s baby, so let me make it better for you, honey.” Ruth was beginning to work Arthur’s half-hard miniature prick between her fingers.

Cynthia was struggling to regain her senses. She hadn’t fully recovered from the intense orgasm when she felt Leroy’s hands on her ankles pulling her legs far apart. Leroy was kneeling now, the tip of his cock moving in towards her pussy as she sat on the couch. “No, Leroy don’t. I’m not protected!”

“I knows that, Miz Cynthia. That’s why yo’ pussy’s drooling for my cock.” He moved the tip back and forth along her slit causing her to writhe in pleasure. “Yo’ know yo’ want it.”

“No! No! …Ohhhh … Yes!!!” she screamed as Leroy pushed down on his cock watching her pussy lips spread wide for him as they closed back up around the head. Cynthia groaned as Leroy worked the head in and out of her. “Feels good don’t it?”

“Uh-huh,” the young woman grunted in agreement.

“How about I give you another inch or two?”

Cynthia just gurgled as Leroy pushed in another couple of inches. “God, you’re so big,” the woman gasped as the thick part under the head schlocked in.

“Gonna give you more’n the white boy ever did,” Leroy sneered “ slowly fucking her with the tip of his cock. “How big is duh wimp?”

“Uh … Uh …Dunno, … three? … four inches?” Cynthia panted as Leroy’s cock slowly moved in and out of her.

“Po little thang,” he said pushing another inch in. “Dis feel like yo’ husband?”

“Oh, no! God, no. You’re so much thicker, it feels … so much better.”

“Cynthia! How can you say that” Arthur cried out.

“It has to be true, Arthur,” Ruth whispered as she continued fondling his sex. “Can’t you see? Leroy has a magnificent cock, a pussy-reaming, woman-pleasing, sperm-shooting DONG. You just don’t have much equipment down here for spewing hot jism deep in a woman’s fertile cunt, Honey. Your little thingie is just adorable, perfect, in fact, for you and me to play with, but for making babies, Leroy’s is much better,” his mother explained gently.

Cynthia’s almost constant wail of pleasure seemed to confirm Ruth’s words as Leroy continued slowly fucking the young wife. Cynthia was raising her hips to meet his thrusts, slowly allowing more and more of the giant cock inside her. Mable grinned as she saw her daughter come yet again.

“Isn’t Leroy wonderful, darling?” Mable exclaimed And he’s still fucking you with only half his cock. Don’t you want to feel the rest of it in you?”

“Oh, God! Yes! More, More” her daughter panted as Leroy’s cock pushed deeper into virgin territory.

“God yo’ tight, Miz Cynthia,” groaned Leroy pushing about nine inches in. “Ain’t yo’ never been fucked before?”

“Not like you fuck her, Leroy baby,” Mable remarked. “Give it to her good.”

“Yes’am, Miz Mable,” Leroy replied and resumed his rhythmic plowing of the spasming young wife.

“You do like his cock don’t you, Cynthia?” Mable asked.

“Oh, yes, Mother. Oh, oh, oh … yes!”

“Only black cocks get this big, Hun. Do you know what big black cocks do to little white pussies? It that what your want?”

“Yes, yes,” she groaned, her belly undulating down towards her pussy as she came again.

“Then tell him, darling. Tell him what you want him to do.”

“Fuck me, Leroy. Please fuck me with your big black cock. Oh God, I’m coming…Ahhhiiiii.”

Leroy pushed her legs back towards her head, sat up on his knees a little, pulled his hips back until just the tip of his cock was in her pussy, and then he lunged forward.

Cynthia thrashed in ecstasy as his entire cock plunged deep into her frothing pussy. He had to maintain a tight grip on her ankles as she writhed until she calmed down after a couple minutes. Arthur stared in disbelief as Leroy’s huge fuck-hose had disappeared into his tiny wife’s belly.

“Look!” Ruth said in admiration. “She took it all, honey, the very first time! You should be so proud of Cynthia. Not many wives can take a huge prick like Leroy’s so easily. I guess you had left her really needing a good fuck.” Arthur’s moans were not of admiration as he was torn between the anguish of seeing his wife respond to the brutal fucking and the incredible pleasure of his mother’s expert hand job.

When Leroy felt Cynthia’s pussy relax, he slowly pulled his cock out and pushed it back in several times until she moaned and he increased his speed. The rutting white girl began pushing into him to meet his thrusts as Leroy picked up the tempo. Cynthia started screaming each time he buried it; she was coming every fifth stroke.

Suddenly, the orgasms ceased as Leroy’s cock began to grow. It felt like a damn had blocked the flow, the pressure building up as he continued rapidly fucking her. He was sweating and his rhythm was starting to suffer as his orgasm approached.

“He’s about to come,” Mable hissed. “He’s going to come in you and make your pregnant with his black bastard if you let him, Cynthia. Tell him if you want it!”

“Yes! Yes, Leroy! Cum in my pussy,” Cynthia begged, not knowing what had come over her, desperately needing to cum one last time. “Pump me full of your fuck-juice. Give me your baby, Leroy; I want a real man’s baby!”

The words of the delirious wife seemed to suck the cum right out of Leroy’s balls. He bellowed as his sperm shot up his cock and sprayed her womb. The helpless woman shuddered as the damn broke and a giant orgasm took possession of her body. Leroy held his cock buried in her pussy as he blew four more wads of cum, bombarding her waiting egg with millions of sperm.

Simultaneously, Ruth gave her boy’s little cock a definitive jerk and he began to come as well. Arthur’s thin jism flowed out of his little hole in short, pathetic spurts as his mother gently squeezed and massaged his tiny penis. “Oh, that’s so beautiful, Arthur!” his mother sighed. “You made a big mess in your pants at just the moment your wife was getting knocked up with her first black baby.” Removing her hand from inside his messy shorts and giving him her fingers to suck, Ruth cradled the head of her defeated son to her bosom. “This is a special day!”

Arthur sobbed with passion and shame. “Oh, Mother, Mother what am I going to do?” he wailed.

“It’s alright, sweetie pie. You’re going home with Mommy to let her take good care of you. I’ll talk to Jethro. I’m sure he will let you watch while he fucks me. Maybe he’ll even let you clean up my cum-drenched pussy with your tongue after he has shot his cum in me, the way he lets your father. I could even let you watch him make me pregnant next time.” At these words a final twitch sent a last spurt of semen oozing from Arthur’s limp little organ and he fell asleep.

Mable beamed at the sight of her fucked-out daughter, unconscious from the massive orgasm, her head lolling to one side and a silly grin on her face. Leroy started to pull out but his older lover placed a hand on his tight butt. “Hold it in there for a while longer stud until I get a pillow under her ass. Let’s keep all that baby-juice in where it will do us the most good. I want the little vixen to catch the first time. That way I won’t have to give you time off to try again if this doesn’t do it.”

“What?” Ruth asked in surprise. “How can you be so cruel? Now that Cynthia’s gotten a taste of what getting fucked by a real man is like, she can never be satisfied with Arthur’s attempts at sex. You’ve got to let Leroy keep fucking her.”

“Like Hell!” Mable replied. “I need all of that magnificent fuck machine I can get, especially now. Would you give be willing to share Jethro with her?”

“Well, of course not. Jethro can’t quite keep up with me as it is, but she is YOUR daughter.”

“But YOU’RE responsible for me having to use MY man to do the job YOUR useless SON was incapable of doing.”

“Now there’s no reason to get bitchy,” Ruth stiffened.

“Who are you calling a bitch, you overage slut!” Mable spat back.

“Miz Mable! Miz Ruth!” Leroy exclaimed, at last pulling his long, slick member out of Cynthia’s sperm-flooded pussy, alarmed at seeing the two friends argue. “It’s OK. It’s OK”

“It is NOT OK.” Mable retorted. “I’m not sharing you with my little slut daughter even if she is pregnant. You know I need you more than ever, right now, Leroy, baby.”

“I knows that, Miz Mable. M’ little brother Jethro tol’ me Miz Ruth be the same way. Since y’all’s gettin’ big with our babies again, y’all’s wearin’ us bof out, way y’all’s needin’ t’be fucked all the time. But I thinks I know what we kin do,”

Both women regarded him skeptically, but listened.

“We’s got another brother, name Darren. He jes twelve and his cock ain’t more’n ‘bout nine inches, but he still growin’. I reckon he could take care of Miz Cynthia. He done pregged up seven little girls in his sixth grade class, two of his married teachers, and the principal’s wife.”

Ruth’s and Mable’s eyes grew wide in amazement as they both smiled.

“He sounds PERFECT,” the pregnant grandmothers-to-be agreed in unison.

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