He felt her full breasts and pinched the nipples. "Dem is fine milk titties!" he exclaimed. He liked the contrast of his black hand covering her white breast. It made him think of a black baby suckling milk there. Small electric shocks started going off in Sally's womb. He started at her neck, and sucked, bit, and licked down to her nipples, leaving a wet trail of red marks and bite marks. "Oh you fine!" He ran his hand over her belly to her panties, which he ripped off, as if they were tissue paper. He ran his large fat fingers over her tight anus, then over her vaginal lips and clitoris, and then into her. She was very wet. His finger pushed inward until it hit her hymen. He could feel her vagina spasming and contracting. "Oh you really is a virgin! And a hot one too!" He put his finger in his mouth and licked the juice off, loudly smacking his lips. "Nothin' sweeter than young blond virgin pussy juice! Finger lickin' good!" He replaced his fingers with his large fat pink tongue, which was much bigger than most men's penises, and made love to her vagina. She began having orgasms.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned. She had never experienced this before. Ace got up and took off his clothes. When Sally saw his penis she began to come to her senses. It looked to be 14 inches long, and as thick as a beer can. She had no experience with men, but she grew up on a farm and was familiar with animal mating and procreation. His cock reminded her of one belonging to a horse. His balls were the size of two oranges, hanging low and heavy like over ripe fruit. Her uterus contracted as she thought of his powerful potency and her unprotected, fertile womb.
He walked toward her with his erection leading the way. She cowered before it like prey before a deadly serpent. Its coal black head was the size of a medium sized apple. Its opening was like the pulsating mouth of a fish, oozing clear fluid. She was over powered by his strong male odor. "No please Ace! I'm not on birth control. This is my fertile time."
"Dat's fine! Dat's what I like! I give you a strong black baby. A real man's baby! I gonna take care of you and break you in right." She whimpered. "I gots something to take the edge off baby doll." He reached into a drawer and pulled out a pipe and a rock of crack cocaine. He put the pipe in her mouth and began to light the crack. She struggled. "Please I don't smoke or do drugs." He raised his hand towards her. "I tol' you little girl. Do what Ace says. I don't wanna hurt you." She calmed down and inhaled the smoke, coughing at first. "There you go. Now you gettin' it done." A wave of euphoria washed over her. Her fears and inhibitions disappeared, and she became wracked with sexual desire. "Now isn't 'dat better?" She nodded her head, her eyes wide open. He kissed her.
He pushed his giant erect penis against her face, playfully batting her with it, and smeared precum down the side of her face. He put the head against her mouth. Slowly at first and then with more eagerness she started kissing and licking the head. His fluid was sweet and salty, and she liked the taste. "Put yo' tongue in that pee hole, and worship yo' nigger cock!" She did. "No teeth now. Lick those balls!"
He prepared to mount her. "We gonna go slow and easy. I break you in right." He eased in slowly. Ace moaned as he felt how tight, wet, and hot she was. She felt full and stretched, as if having a baby. Her vagina went into continuous orgasm, like machine gun fire. He nudged up against her hymen. "It gonna hurt, but 'den feel real good." He broke through. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," she yelled. He stopped at the opening of her womb and held still, till she calmed down. She felt pain, but the cascade of pleasure drowned it out. He began stroking, and she had never experienced such joy. She wanted more. She wanted his powerful seed, rich with the DNA of Central Africa. She grasped his big, muscular shoulders. "Oh Ace, I want your sperm! I want your black child!" Ace let go, bellowing like a bull, and she lost her mind. Tidal surge after tidal surge of hot, thick, solid white African Seed flooded her womb, filling every millimeter of space there. She could feel it pulsating and seething within her, like a hurricane, finding and engulfing her ripe, fertile eggs. She knew she would be pregnant, and that her religious beliefs, and Ace, would never allow her to have an abortion. She accepted this and surrendered to it. She felt as one with this powerful black man, their DNA merging in her womb in the most intimate joining possible. He had brought her womanhood and motherhood all at once. She would be his forever......
Later. Ace rolled on his back, after hours of lovemaking. He was finally satisfied. "Okay baby doll, now you lick ole Ace clean." Without hesitation she began licking his cock and balls clean, like a cat licking cream. She savored the taste of him, and the strong male scent of his balls......
Ace slept soundly, lightly snoring. Sally was nestled within his tree trunk like arms, where she felt very safe, secure, satisfied, protected, and content. She wondered what their child would be like. Big, strong, very black, and male she thought. She wanted to honor her man by having his child, a child in his image. She would later learn that her black lover had fathered many children with many different women. She gently stroked the large slabs of his powerful chest, and the soft cushion of his fat belly, which she found very sexy, liking the feel of his thick, coarse chest and belly hair. She sucked his large, salty tasting nipples, inhaling and enjoying his strong, unique, masculine scent. She couldn't get his large and potent penis and testicles out of her mind. She didn't want to be away from them, or stop thinking about them, with all their dark beauty, strength, potency, and fertility. She reached down and caressed them, liking the heavy weight and large size of his balls, and the slick, clear, sweet fluid still oozing out of the large opening at the head of his penis. She could almost get her small finger inside his large pee hole. She brought her finger, now coated with his clear male fluid, to her nose and then to her mouth to taste. As she did so her womb started gently contracting. She was filled with contentment......
Seven Months Later. Lieutenant Morgan and another officer drove up to the inner city high rise housing project in an unmarked police car. It was 10 am. "You stay here. I won't be too long," Morgan said to the other officer. He walked into the trash strewn lobby, and saw the elevators weren't working. He walked up the stairwell to the seventh floor. The stairwell smelled of urine, and was filled with old newspapers, broken bottles, and graffiti. He knocked on her scratched steel door. "Who is it?" "It's Morgan." She opened up several locks, and opened the door on a chain and saw that it was him and let him in.
"What do you want?"
"I have some papers for you to sign." He looked at her. Her face was older, a little tired, and somewhat blank. She was wearing some skimpy shorts, and a low cut halter bra, and was barefoot. Her naked belly was hugely pregnant, and her breasts had doubled in size, barley held up by the tiny bra. Her blond hair was braided into tight ghetto style corn rows, and her lips were very fat and large from collagen injections. She had a large black 'Ace of Spades' tattoo on her breast.
The one room apartment, with a concrete floor, reeked of cigarette smoke. Sally inhaled deeply on a long menthol cigarette. The folding card table had an ash tray that was overflowing with cigarette butts. In her hand she held a 20 ounce can of malt liquor, which she was drinking from.
"Well a lady in your condition should sit down." She sat in a folding chair near the card table. Morgan stood by her. "Taken up smoking have you?"
"Ace likes his women to smoke."
With a finger he traced the outline of the large black tattoo on her breast. "I like your tat." He patted her naked beach ball like belly gently. "I guess you're gonna have a souvenir from this assignment." She remained expressionless. Something caught his eye. A pipe. He picked it up and put the bowl to his nose. "If I didn't know better I'd say this's a crack pipe." He set it down and opened an envelope and set some papers on the table. He handed her a pen. "Sign here," he pointed.
"What is it?"
"Your resignation from the PD. Some wanted to prosecute you, but I arranged a quiet resignation, no questions asked." She signed without reading the papers. "Good. I think Ace did you a favor. You'll be a better mother, than a cop." At that, she felt a strong kick in her belly from her baby. Her swollen breasts tingled as if it was time to feed the child. She had lost her past life, and didn't regret it, and now she had become very attached to her baby to be. She liked being pregnant and was looking forward to having Ace's baby, breastfeeding it, and being a mother. Everyone in the hood knew she was one of Ace's women, and treated her with respect. She smiled to herself and stroked her belly. Growing up on a farm and seeing many stallions and bulls mate had subconsciously predisposed her to want to have a child by a very strong, primal man.
Having one of his babies conferred a lot of status on the mother, even if she was white, within this black inner city community. The mother and child became something like minor royalty here. She was looking forward to taking her new black baby out on strolls in the nearby park, and publically feeding it there and in local shops and restaurants. Unlike in the white part of town, here there was no shame, restriction, or embarrassment associated with public or long term breastfeeding, which was encouraged and supported here. Sally thought of herself now as part of this black community, and no longer part of the white one. She had learned that with a powerful black lover, and black children, a white woman could be fully integrated and accepted in this inner city neighborhood, which she now did not like to leave, especially if they lived in public housing like everyone else. She had met several other white women in the same situation, and knew this to be true. (The contrary was also true--no white man could ever be accepted here under any circumstances.)
Sally found the people in her new neighborhood to be more open, supportive, honest, and less hypocritical than those in her former life. And though unconventional in some areas, when it came to child rearing they were very conservative. They believed the woman's place was at home, with lots of children, as a full time mother, submissive to her current baby daddy, and that the males should have tremendous freedom and latitude, not being tied down by marriage or child support. If a woman had children by different men that was okay too.
She understood and respected that a strong man like her baby daddy and master needed a harem of many young white women, each with his black babies, just as was the case with stallions and bulls on her family farm. She felt a close bond with these other women and their children, as if they were all part of a big, supportive family. These women all helped each other out with child care, and anything else that was needed.
