The Black Breeders Club
(M+/Ff+, ir, size, preg, cuck)

by Cuckold Wimp John and Kysa Braswell

It was my Dad who first told me about the club. I was 22 at the time, fresh out of college, and had just married my sweetheart of six years, Trish. Trish and I had met when I was just 16 and she was merely 14. I fell in love with her the very first time I saw her, and that was when she and her family first moved to our city, and more important, across the street from our house. I can still recollect how I stared at her from my upstairs bedroom window back then, watching her like a hawk, as she and her family scurried about across the street, carrying boxes, clothing, and other household items into their new residence.

I met her personally three days later, as she was walking home from school, and I was jogging. We hit it off immediately, and were boyfriend-girlfriend almost from that very first day we first spoke to one another. We weren't sexually intimate though until our honeymoon, some six years later, believe it or not. Trish wanted to wait, so she always pointed out to me repeatedly when I became overheated (as she put it) and tried to do a little more than petting, kissing and a little harmless dry humping. I was so madly in love with her, and still am, I should add, that I always stopped when she told me to, fearful that if I didn't, she might break off with me, and I certainly did not wish to chance THAT possibly happening. Besides, I deeply respected her, and I knew one day we would marry and I would at last get into those sweet panties of hers that I sometimes managed to get a glimpse of when we were making out. So, when the big day arrived and we were married at old St. Anne's church, and nobody was more pleased and proud as I was that day!

No one was hornier either, I felt sure! I couldn't wait for our honeymoon to begin, and we had two glorious weeks to look forward to in sunny Hawaii. But in all candor, the honeymoon turned out to be a disaster sex-wise. It wasn't Trish's fault, I knew, but mine! The whole problem, you see, was my cock. I am not all that well endowed, I have to admit, and I just wasn't able to get Trish off, so to speak, when we made love.

Having sexual intercourse was not much of a thrill for my new beautiful blond wife I soon found out
. Just so you know: Trisha has blue-eyes, is a petite 5'1, busty at 32DD, 105 lbs. Oh, I could manage to make her orgasm with my tongue, I quickly learned, but not even close with my small 5" dick. I don't recall now just how many times we fucked on our honeymoon, but I do remember that none of those fucks produced anything but boredom for my pretty and sexy young 20 year old new wife.

To make matters worse, Trish badly wanted children, and so did I, and we had talked about having at least three kids ever since we were both teenagers and just going steady. Trish even had names picked out for them. Finally, knowing that my fucking her was so tedious and unrewarding for Trish, by the second week of our Hawaiian honeymoon, I wasn't even trying to put my small cock inside her any longer. I just used my tongue on her plush blond-haired pussy, let her climax as much as she was able to with me servicing her that way, and let it go at that. Later on, I would sneak into the bathroom and jerk myself off.

Like I said, it proved to be a disastrous honeymoon for us both. So, when my Dad telephoned me about a week after Trish and I had returned from our honeymoon, and told me he needed to talk with me, I wondered if just maybe it had something to do with my failure to please Trish sexually. You see, my Dad - well, both my parents actually - had always been very close to Trish since she and I started going together as teenagers.

Trish and my folks spent a lot of time together, especially when I was gone away out of state to attend college for four years, and I knew Trish's parents and mine were close also. In addition, what made me think that perhaps Dad wanted to discuss my shortcomings in the marital bed was because she and my parents had spent almost the entire day together the day before while I was at work. The day Dad called was a Saturday, and I was off, so when Dad called, I told him I'd be right over. Trish was shopping at the mall, and I left a note for her informing her of where I would be, in case she returned before I did.

When I arrived at my parents house that Saturday morning, Dad was waiting for me, sipping a cup of coffee, at their kitchen table. He invited me to have some coffee with him, then told me mom was out back, working in her garden. I sat across from Dad, and he began, almost reluctantly, to spill forth a story that had my head spinning. First off, it took him quite some time to get to the heart of it. My Dad has never been known as a great spokesman, and in fact, like myself, has always been an introvert, and somewhat quiet, passive and subdued. My Mom has always been the leader of the family, and I think anyone and everyone who knew us, was well aware of that fact. My Dad was nervous, I could tell, so I just let him take his good old time, and waited it out patiently until he got to where he was going. It finally came.

He began by telling me that my pretty blond wife Trish had indeed discussed sexual matters when she visited them the previous day, and more to the point, she had discussed in detail my failures to satisfy her in bed. I blushed somewhat when Dad told me that, but he seemed not to notice, and went on. He informed me that he wasn't at all too surprised by Trish's revelations concerning my inadequacies sexually because, as he quickly indicated to me, he too was the same way, and said he had been for some years now. I was a bit startled by that announcement, and wondered if he too, like me, had been resigned to a marital life of just eating pussy, but put THAT thought out of my mind almost at once due to the fact that he had obviously sired two children, first my lovely sister Carolyn, some two years my senior, and then myself. Maybe HIS failures occurred after that, I pondered? Dad then went on and told me that Trish had complained to him and my Mom yesterday that my dick was way too small to be anything of worth to her, and also that I didn't know how to use it anyway.

Again, my face reddened, but Dad just continued on. It was about at this point that my Mom came in from the back yard, poured herself a cup of coffee, gave me an affectionate hug around the neck, and sat down at the table with me and Dad. I felt rather embarrassed, having Mom there, in light of the subject matter being discussed by Dad, but didn't know how to ask that she leave, so I said nothing about her presence as Dad continued to talk.

"We kind of figured you had a small dick, Bobby," Dad said with a sigh. "Your Mom and me haven't seen it in years, since you were a very small boy, but I can still recall how very little it was then. We knew, even back then, that you would probably never be able to please any woman with it. Right, lovey?" he looked at my mother. I was now really turning red!

"That's right, son," she said softly. "I imagine it hasn't grown all that much either since then, has it? Doesn't sound like it from what your poor little wife told us yesterday, Robert." She always calls me Robert when talking about anything she terms as serious. I wasn't sure what to say, so I said nothing, and took another sip of my coffee.

"Let's see it, Robert," Mom spoke out.

"What?!" I proclaimed. "Mom, you can't be serious?"

"Oh, but I am, son," she assured me. "C'mon, take it out.

Stand up and let's see just what we're dealing with here."

I started protesting, but it did no good. I had never ever won an argument with my mother, and I wasn't going to win this one either. She threatened me with a "good sound spanking" if I didn't get up from my chair by the time she counted to three, and I knew she meant it, so I was up at the count of two, and standing before her like a schoolboy instead of her 22 year married son. I fumbled awkwardly with the zipper on the fly of my jeans, and finally got it down. Then, I extracted my small cock, which now, due to my embarrassing situation, was shriveled up more than usual. Mom pushed my hand away from my dick and took hold of it with her own hand. She peered very closely at it, and Dad was looking at it now closely also.

"My God, it IS tiny," Mom stated, shaking her head in a negative manner, "That poor girl. Your cock is worthless, son," she added, "and I am sure no reproductive value will ever come from it either." Again, she shook her head sideways. "It's even smaller than your Dad's," she quipped, "isn't it, dear?" she looked over at my Dad.

"It certainly appears so," Dad uttered, confirming Mom's statement. He too was shaking his head, as if ashamed at what he'd seen.

Mom gave my small dick a good squeeze, then told me to put it away. I did so quickly, re-zipped my fly, and sat back down at the table.

"Well, Trish didn't lie about that pathetic cock of yours, Robert," Mom added. "It certainly looks like the club is about the only way to save your marriage to that wonderful poor girl, and get you two some babies in the process. Don't you agree, Donald?" she looked at my Dad again.

"Yes, sure looks that way," Dad replied. "the club seems like the only way."

The CLUB, I pondered? WHAT club? What on earth were they referring to? I didn't have to wait long to find out. Both Mom and Dad began telling me, almost at once, about a special club, as they called it, about 20 miles out of town on old Highway 17, that took care of women, mostly married women like Trish, whose husbands were less endowed than average. Mom pointed out that all the men there were "very virile" and quite "well hung."

I was speechless! Was Mom, and Dad too, actually suggesting that MY sweet and wonderful wife, who I loved more than life itself, go to this ... this CLUB, and get sexed by someone other than her husband, ME?! They were indeed! And they made no bones about it.

Just when the shock of this had started to settle in my brain a little, they then gave me another stunner! Mom said all the men there were BLACK guys! And Dad tossed in, much to my amazement, that my own sister has been going there for a while now.

"Carolyn goes there?" I asked with confusion. "My SISTER Carolyn?"

"Yes, son," Mom told me. "You see, Robert , just like you, I'm afraid her husband Phil hasn't got much between his legs either. Such a shame too. He's such a nice young man. At any rate, when she told us about two months ago that she and Phil were having sexual problems, and that she had been unable to get pregnant by him, we sat them both down, right here in this kitchen, in fact, and had a long talk with them. Carolyn really loves Phil, but she was bent on leaving him, Robert, if she didn't get some sexual satisfaction soon, and a baby in her belly."

I was in shock again. I couldn't believe what I was hearing! My own pretty sweet sister Carolyn was apparently being fucked by other men, and BLACK men at that! And, if that wasn't bizarre enough, my own brother-in-law was obviously in approval of it!

"You .. you mentioned a .. a baby?" I inquired, surprised I could even speak.

"Yes, son," Dad responded this time. "We've taken her to the club several times these past two months, but only once was she ovulating, so we don't yet if she caught or not. But she will be ovulating again this weekend, she says, so we'll take her back, just to be sure."

And .. and, Phil? I wanted to know, "he goes along with this? With Carolyn trying to .. to have a .. black baby?!"

"Oh, yes," Mom said grinning. "At first he was hurt, you know. And he felt humiliated. But he soon got over it. Quite nicely, too, I should point out. Now Phil can't wait for those nights that Carolyn goes and gets herself black sexed. He, at first, couldn't bring himself to go with us, but that all changed once he realized how wonderfully Carolyn was being taken care of at the club, and now he goes with us, and is usually right up against the glass watching, along with the other cuckold husbands, isn't he, dear?" she asked my father for verification again. I then asked about what on earth "cuckold" meant, and Dad explained it to me in full detail. He told me how he too was a cuckold husband, and my brother-in-law Phil was now one also. I just sat there in sheer shock as Dad went on and on.

"I know we've never been totally honest with you, Bobby," Dad said weakly, "but the time for that is past. Your marriage is at stake here, son, and neither your mother or me want to see it severed, especially when it can be saved so easily. It isn't easy being as frank and candid as we are being with you now, Bobby, but we felt we just had to if you and Trish are going to survive this marriage."

"That's right. Robert," my mother said. "You have only been married a few short weeks. Why, it would look terrible if you two split up, now wouldn't it? What would everyone think, for God's sake?"

She had a solid point there. Besides, I loved Trish with all my heart and soul. I definitely did not want to lose her, not ever! While Dad was telling me still more shocking news about the club, things like what takes place there, what is expected of the cuckold husbands, their white sex starved wives, and a lot more, Dad excused himself and left the kitchen. He returned just as Mom hit me with another bombshell. It was about me and Carolyn. She told me that Dad wasn't really our biological father. I almost fell off of my chair! She went on to explain that actually my grand-father, my Dad's father, now deceased, impregnated her both times years ago. HE was the REAL father of both myself and my sister, she informed me. I didn't know what to say! So much was happening, and all in such a short period of time! Mom went on to say that Dad's cock, small like mine, was almost useless, so he agreed early on in their marriage to let her get serviced by his father. My granddad, a pretty wild and good-looking man, who had passed away some four years ago of cancer, had a fairly good-sized cock, she said, and his seed was also quite potent, Mom explained.

"I don't mean to be so blunt, Robert," Mom sort of apologized for her vivid and stunning recitation so far, "but I truly don't think anything but frankness will do in these matters." Then she elaborated even more, "Your grandfather Steve had a really marvelous fuck tool," she said, her eyes seemingly locked into fond remembrance, "and he could fuck like a bull. I don't know why your father here turned out so wimpy, and with suck a small cock too, but nature plays strange tricks, as we all know." She sighed after saying that. "Anyway, son, he was your real father, and a fine man he was too." I nodded my head in agreement. Granddad Steve was really a pretty nice guy, as I so easily could recollect.

"Does Carolyn know this? I asked.

"Oh, yes, of course," Mom informed me. "We broke the news to her when we talked with her and Phil about the club two months ago. She accepted it, and in fact seemed happy about it. I can't blame her. What child wouldn't want a REAL man for their father rather than a wimp like your Dad. No offense, dear," she said to Dad, as she patted his hand with her own.

"None taken, honey," Dad replied. He smiled slightly, knowing full well, I suppose, that Mom was right.

"Your father became a cuckold shortly after our marriage, Robert," Mom continued, "but we always hid it from you and your sister. Now, thank goodness, we won't have to do that anymore, and that will so nice and so refreshing, won't it, dear?" Again, she looked at Dad.

"Yes, I believe it will," he agreed, obviously knowing his place well by now!

"So, dear boy," Mom said to me, "your father is a cuckold, your brother-in-law Phillip is one, and very soon you shall be, too. That is, if you wish to stay married to Trish, and I assume you do, yes?"

"Uh, .. yes, yes, of course I do, Mom," I answered. "I love her with all my heart. I have since I was 16, you know that."

"Yes, dear, I am sure you do," she smiled. "It won't be all that bad, really. And I guarantee you will notice the change in your pretty wife immediately. She will be far happier, more bubbly, and you will reap the benefits of her new outgoing and happy disposition."

"Well, ... that would be nice, I have to admit," I replied candidly. "Trish has been like, well, like she's having a bad case of PMS ever since we left on our honeymoon trip." Mom and Dad both laughed a little. "I'm sure she is acting poorly," Mom said, "but is it any wonder, Robert? One only has to look at that pathetic little weenie of yours to understand WHY .

Once she gets some good strong black cockmeat in her pretty little cunt, I am positive all that will change for the better. You'll see a complete turn around, son, I assure you."

I guess I should have been shocked by Mom's choice of language, but by that time I was immune and almost numb from everything that had transpired so far.

"But... but, Mom" I whined, "I.. I don't think I want Trish having sex with any other guys, especially BLACK guys."

"Nonsense, Robert," Mom interjected. "You're not prejudiced, are you? We certainly didn't raise you that way."

"No, Mom, I'm not prejudiced at all," I told her truthfully. " I .. I just, ... I don't know. I just feel ashamed I guess that I can't please my own wife, and that she has to get sex somewhere else."

"That's understandable, Robert," Mom said softly. "But I honestly believe that when you see how happy she will be, you will be so pleased for her that your jubilation will exceed any shame and humiliation you feel."

I just nodded dumbly. I didn't really know what else to do, and really could not think straight enough to say anything intelligent at the moment. Dad had been holding something in his hand when he came back into the kitchen a short time ago, and now he removed it from his lap and showed it to me. It was some sort of a booklet.

"Read this, Robert," it was Mom who spoke. "You will learn a lot from it. Your Dad and I have to go across town, but we'll be back in less than an hour. That will give you plenty of time to read this booklet, and give some thought to all we have talked about. We will have lunch together when we get back."

Then she gave me a peck like kiss on the cheek, and a few minutes later she and Dad were gone out the door. I looked at the booklet. The cover page was in bold red, black and white colors, and read "BLACK BREEDERS CLUB" across the top of the page in bright red coloring. A naked black man, very handsome and with a body like a dark god, was on the cover. On her knees in front of him, also naked, was a very beautiful white woman, perhaps 25 years of age or thereabouts. She had hold of his cock, which was the largest cock I had ever seen I my life, and was about to insert it in to her mouth. He was smiling broadly, his ivory teeth flashing, as he looked down at her. Her left hand was holding the thick powerful cockmeat and you could plainly see a brilliant shiny wedding band on her ring finger. Other black men were in the background, but too far back to see clearly. I opened the cover page and read on. It took me only a short while, maybe 30 minutes or less, to read the booklet's contents in their entirety.

There were many more pictures inside the booklet, some in color and some too in black and white, all depicting interracial sex between black men and white women. There were even some testimonials from both white wives and their cuckold husbands, all had just initials, no names, inscribed at the end of their individual little stories, and all praising the club.

The booklet told of how the club had been formed, some ten years ago, apparently by a black military man who was highly sexed and wanted to impregnate willing white housewives. It told how word had quickly spread throughout the state, and that how now there were more than 60 black men, all virile and potent, between the ages of 18 and 30, servicing white housewives, and impregnating them with their black babymaker juice all across our state. I had no idea so many white women wanted black lovers, or even black fathers for their babies, and I was amazed at the figures the booklet boasted.

Apparently, over 6,000 pregnancies were attributed to date so far in the 10 years since the breeders club began to the various black studs who were on duty there. It also went on to show some of the baby pictures, and some of the white wives holding their newborns ever so proudly, some with the cuckold husbands standing alongside their white wives and even a few with the black men who had impregnated them too.

There were two entire pages devoted to the cuckold husbands, and laying out in no uncertain terms the rules of the club as it pertained to them. I read this part very carefully. It seemed there was a special room where the cuckolds could watch through a ceiling to floor glass opening as to what was taking place in the club. The room, it read, had dimmed lighting and was spacious, in order to accommodate up to 100 cuckolds at a time. It even had a bar and lounge chairs, I suppose just in case a husband didn't wish to watch what was taking place in the main area. The door was kept locked though at all times, the page read, stating that admittance was by pass only, and such a pass was issued when a cuckold brought his wife to the club for black sexing and/or breeding purposes. It said the club was open from noon every day until 5 a.m., and that reservations were not necessary, but encouraged IF a white couple wanted something out of the ordinary, like a birthday type gangbang for the wife or something extraordinary that might require advance planning.

My head was reeling trying to absorb all this new information. It was about five minutes later that my parents returned. They were both eager to know if I had read the entire booklet.

"Yes," I told them. "But has Trish seen this booklet?"

"Yes, she has, Robert," my Mom answered. "We showed it to her yesterday, and she was quite excited by it, you ought to know."

"She seemed quite shocked and impressed, too, by the sizes of those black cocks in the photos," Dad added, with a sly smile. I just sighed.

"Oh, she certainly was, and couldn't believe that men had cocks so large," my mother said. "She can't wait to go to the club, Robert. She wanted to tell you all about it herself, but we talked it over, and decided it would be better if you heard it from us first, since we know far more about it than she does. She wouldn't maybe be able to answer questions you might have, like we can. By the way, dear, DO you have questions, now that you've read the booklet? Your Dad and I would be happy to answer them for you, if you do."

"Well, yeah, Mom, I suppose I do have a few," I told her. "I'm kind of curious about the whole thing, I guess. What's with this cuckold room, first of all?"

"Oh, that's a very nice room, son," Mom replied. "It's very large and very comfortable. I've been in it myself a few times, even though it's primarily for the hubbies. It has big glass windows on all four sides, Robert, from the floor all the way to the ceiling, so any cuckold husband can look out and view the activities taking place in all the main areas at any time. The cuckold room itself is kept rather dim, so that it is easier for the hubbies to see outside of it. It is very nicely furnished, and even has a cocktail bar. By the way, no one can see IN it, but the cuckolds can see out. There is a $50 fee each time a cuckold attends the club with his wife, but no charge at all if the wife goes on her own to the club for sexing. If a cuckold accompanies his wife, and I am sure YOU will want to, just like Phil now does, he pays the fee in cash at the door. He is then escorted by a black attendant to the cuckold changing room and must change into a cuckold robe and slippers. No other clothing is permitted. They have lockers there, and you lock your clothing and valuables in them and you can carry your locker key in your robe pocket.

You then are escorted to the cuckold room itself, where you are locked in. There is a speaker in there, and the sounds are piped into the cuckold room from the main areas where all the sexing occurs. So, you can see and HEAR what is going on in the main sex areas."

"And," my Dad now spoke up, "if you want drinks or snacks while in the cuckold room, son, you simply show them your locker key at the bar and they will tab it up and you can pay your tab on your way out. There are also a few phones in the room, in case you need to make a call while there. And there is a large rest room also."

"Tell him about the towels, dear," Mom said to Dad.

"Oh, of course," Dad said, smiling at me, "there are towels all throughout the room, son."

"Towels?" I inquired. "What for?" Both my parents laughed.

"For jerking off, Bobby," Dad said matter-of-factly. "Most all of the cuckolds, myself included, get very horny in that room. You will want to relieve yourself, to be sure. And when you do, son, be sure to use a towel to climax in, then wipe yourself clean, and toss it in one of the many towel disposal tubs they have in there. The management gets very angry if they find cum stains anywhere in that room, Bobby", he warned me. "If they do find you have cum anywhere but on a towel, or maybe in another's mouth or ass, and they know who did it, that cuckold is brought out to the main area and whipped by one of the black attendants. I have seen it happen a couple of times, son, and it's not a pretty sight."

"You .. you go there a lot, Dad?" I asked.

"Fairly often," he told me. "As a true cuckold, son, I enjoy watching your mother being sexed by black cocks. When we first started going, almost nine years ago, we were sort of hopeful she would catch and become pregnant again, but unfortunately it never happened. But we both enjoy the sexing she gets there, so we still go as often as we can."

The picture now in my mind of my still attractive 45-year-old mother being fucked by one of those sturdy black men I had seen in that booklet caused my little cock to get hard in my pants. I was glad I was sitting down!

"Have you watched CAROLYN being black-fucked too?" I wanted to know.

"Yes, son, I have, and so has your mother," Dad told me honestly. "Your sister looks quite sexy too with a big black cock in her pretty cunt or mouth, I might add. Phil and me jacked each other off the last time we went. Your mother and Carolyn were getting it at both ends, side by side, and we had a perfect view of it from the cuckold room. It was very heated and exciting for both your brother-in-law and me to see our two spouses alongside one another, with both their mouths and cunts stuffed with big black cockmeat. We couldn't help but grab each other's dicks and jack off as we viewed it. By the way, son, for a very reasonable fee, a cuckold can also arrange to have his wife camcorded while she's being sexed up. You might want to bear that in mind. Your mother and me have several tapes of her being black sexed, taken over the years, and Phil says he is going to have Carolyn camcorded this coming weekend."

Damn, my cock was harder than it had ever been hearing all this, and I had no idea as to WHY?! But I knew I would really love to see some of those tapes my Dad just informed me about.

"Can... can I see one of the tapes?" I asked nervously.

" Sure, Robert," my Mom cut in. "Why don't you go in the family room, dear, with your Dad, and he'll set one up for you in the VCR while I prepare lunch."

"Good idea," Dad said. "Let's go, Bobby. This will give you a look too at some parts of the club."

Less than five minutes later I was sitting in my parents family room watching a videotape of my lovely mother sucking an oversized black cock while another black man felt up her big tits. My cock wanted to explode, and I am sure Dad knew it!

"She looks great, son, doesn't she?" Dad asked me.

I didn't bother to answer. My eyes were fixed on the screen as the black cock in Mom's stretched out pussy was pumping her more rapidly now. I presumed he was about to cum, and I was right. I watched as he climaxed inside my beautiful raven-haired mother, while his friend continued squeezing her supple titties. A short time later he withdrew his spent cock from her fuck hole and offered it to her mouth. Mom sucked on it greedily. A few seconds later I saw Dad come into view, wearing what was obviously one of those cuckold robes he had told me about. Dad shucked off the robe, and literally dove between Mom's parted thighs, and she pulled his head to her sloppy cunt region. He then began the task of licking and sucking Mom's ravished, freshly fucked pussy like a wild man.

"That's always the best part for me," Dad spoke out, as I continued to view the action on the television screen in front of us. "You see, Bobby, a cuckold is allowed to come out of the cuckold room IF the black stud or studs that have just sexed his wife feel she was a worthy fuck. Then, and only then, is the cuckold allowed out of the room and granted the honor of licking their black seed from her cunt, or even her ass, if she has been assfucked. You Mom is a pretty good lay, most of the blacks there say, so I get to do clean up on her a lot."

Again, I didn't say anything. I was now watching Mom suck and lick the ass of the black guy who had just fucked her while her tits were still being fondled by his pal, and Dad was still busily sucking away noisily at her hairy snatch. Mom had the black guy's butt widely parted with her tiny hands, and her lovely face was buried in between his asscheeks. A short time later I saw Dad rise, but only to his knees, and he thanked politely the two black men who had used Mom sexually.

"I'm glad you're watching this particular tape, son." Dad told me. "If you ever get the privilege to come out of the cuckold room to perform a clean up on Trish, remember to be sure to thank the black stud or studs who just sexed her, and be sure also to always do that while on your knees, okay?"

I nodded to Dad that I understood. He went on to inform me that the penalty for NOT thanking them properly would no doubt result in a lashing with either a cane or whip. The tape ended a short time later with my mother being assfucked by the black men who had previously been playing with her tits. Dad did not get to perform clean up duties, I took note, this time. I asked him why not, and he told me the black guy had not felt Mom was a good enough fuck with a cock in her asshole.

"You can't please everyone, son," Dad said with a sigh.

Just then Mom called us in to the kitchen for lunch. She wanted to know how I liked the tape, and I blushed beet red. Both her and Dad laughed. After lunch, I went home, and Trish was waiting for me anxiously. We talked for over two hours, and in the end I agreed to become her cuckold husband. I knew I had no other choice if I wanted to keep her as my wife, and since I wanted her more than anything, I did become a full-fledged cuckold.

That following Saturday afternoon, I accompanied Trish, along with my Mom, Dad, sister and brother-in-law, to the Black Breeders Club. After paying the entrance fees, Dad, Phil and I were escorted to the cuckold changing room, while our wives were taken to their changing rooms. Once inside the cuckold room itself, I was astonished to find so many other men there. They were all friendly and open, and Dad and Phil introduced me to some of the other cuckolds there that they knew. Everyone was pleasant and warm, and I felt at ease amongst them quickly. There wasn't much going on in the main sex area at that time, and I assumed it was because it was still afternoon. Dad had told me that things didn't usually get rolling until evening. I asked them then why there were so many cuckolds here, but only a few wives being serviced in the main sex areas. He explained that many of the wives like to take advantage of the sauna and whirlpool facilities the club has in another area, and that the sauna and whirlpool area was for the wives only.

"Your Mom, sister and Trish are probably in there now, along with other wives," Dad said. "Don't worry, things will get going soon, you'll see, son," he added.

I spent the next half hour or so nursing a scotch and soda that I had obtained at the bar, and talking with two new cuckolds that Dad had introduced me to. One of them, a nice looking guy named Jim, told me he was 32, and that he and his wife had been coming to the club for over four years now. He told me in a proud tone how his wife Connie had already given birth to two black babies, a boy and a girl, and how she was hoping now for a third. He said his wife was ovulating currently, and that was why they came today, in hopes she might catch and become pregnant again. The second man, Alan, was about 40 or so. He too was hoping, he informed me, that his wife Susan would catch this weekend. He said they were both anxious to have her black-breeded.

He said they had been coming here for a year now, and today was kind of special, he added, because they had brought their 13-year-old daughter to the club for some black sexing, and also in the hopes that their daughter too might get knocked up this weekend. He said their daughter was still a virgin, so the club had waived his usual $50 fee today in exchange for the pleasure of black sexing a virgin teenaged girl. He also mentioned that she was probably too young and small for such a venture, but that he wanted the best for his daughter, and he wasn't about to let her go fuck some miserable little white teenaged-boy's dick and not be pleasured as she fully deserves to be. Just then I heard my Dad's voice calling me to the far corner of the room.

"Come look, Bobby!" Dad said excitedly. "Your Trish is getting her very first black cock, and goddamn, it's a beauty too!"

I got up and headed quickly to where Dad was standing. My brother-in-law Phil was right beside him. I looked out the glass wall and indeed Dad was correct. I could clearly see my young 20-year-old gorgeous blond wife on her knees, wearing only the new saucy bright red garter belt and garters, and white silk stockings and red pumps she had bought only yesterday, solely for this occasion, down on her stocking clad knees sucking avidly at a black cock that was being fed to her by a very dark brother of perhaps 25 or so. He had one hand on his hip and the other at the back of my wife's blond head, and he was telling her in no uncertain terms just how he wanted his cock sucked by her. All of us in the cuckold room could hear what he was saying to Trish via the speaker in the room.

"Suck it, you white bitch," the black stud said to my Trish, "suck it good, and use that nice pink tongue on the head, slut," he added. I wish he wasn't talking so lewdly to Trish, but at the same time my cock got erect inside my robe, and I knew I liked what I was seeing and also hearing from out in the main sex area.

"That's it, you filthy white whore," my wife's new black lover told her gruffly. "That's the way I want it sucked! Now, get it ALL in your slutty mouth, white bitch, and if you suck it real good, I'll let you swallow my cum. Otherwise, cunt, it goes on your face, understood?"

I saw Trish desperately trying to engulf still more of the black stud's huge cockmeat in the confines of her sexy mouth, and I could see now that her cheeks were bulging. He was no shorter than a good 10 thick inches and how she managed to get all of it in her mouth was beyond my comprehension, but she did, and her stud lover seemed pleased with her efforts too. I watched with baited breath as my young wife cocksucked her very first black prick.

"She looks great with that black cock in her mouth, doesn't she, son?", Dad whispered to me. I just nodded and kept my eyes fixed on the scene outside the glass wall. My new friend Jim came over, drink in hand, and stood on the other side of me.

"Your wife's a natural cocksucker for black meat, I can tell," he said softly. "She ever suck YOU off like that?" he asked. I nodded my head sideways, negatively. Hell, Trish had never sucked my cock at all! But I didn't tell my new cuckold friend that fact.

"I didn't think so," he said. "Oh, oh, looks like he's gonna' shoot off!"

He was right about that. The black stud locked his hands to the back of Trish's head and held her in place as he spurted his cum load in her mouth. I watched in awe as she gulped it down. Only a few trickles ran down her chin when she was done. He then rubbed his spent thick cockmeat all over her face, and instructed her to clean off the head of his dick, then do his balls. She obeyed his instructions quickly, her small white hands cupping what she could of his big ebony nut sac as she drooled over it with her lips and tongue. When she was done, he told her she had done a good job, then he walked away from her.

A few seconds later another black approached her, this one much taller and slightly older, and told her to lay on her back and spread her legs. My wife did as he said, and I watched with growing excitement as this new black stud began to play with my wife's big 32DD-cup tits and French-kiss her mouth ever so passionately. He had Trish groaning and panting like I myself had never seen or heard her do previously. It wasn't long before he was rubbing her cunt, inserting fingers in and out of it, and I could see Trish's sensual ass bouncing about now as he fingered her skillfully, still planting open mouth soul kisses on her mouth. I could see their pink tongues washing over one another as he finger-fucked her madly now and caressed her tits with lust.

A few moments later he was between her parted legs, and I distinctly heard Trish cry out loudly as his mammoth cock began to work its way up her cunt. She was gasping and mewing now, her white hands clutching at her new lover's asscheeks, obviously trying to get him inside her as soon as possible. Then I watched with a wide open mouth as he began to expertly pump in and out of her. She tried to get her tiny legs around his backside but he was bucking so wildly that she was not able to succeed at this. Her legs were up in air, flaying about, as this new stud fucked away at my petite wife's cunt hole.

"Move your white ass, whore," he screamed at her. "Show me how much you want my black cock, bitch." Trish groaned at his words, then began moving her ass hotly.

"That's better, baby," her black fucker said. "You want my black cock, don't you, bitch slut? You want me to pour my seed and soak your womb, only to have my black baby bursting that white womb of yours too, don't you, you white piece-of-shit slut?"

My wife blew my mind completely when I heard her reply to him!

"Yes, aaghhh, YES," she cried out. "I ... ooohh, aahhh, I ... I want your black cock! I never imagined it would be this incredibly good. I want your black seed inside me so deep ..... agagahhh, PLEASE,... please make ... a .. black baby in me! . . . Oh god, please! I want a black baby so bad!!"

"You bet I will, you filthy white slut," he told her. "Here comes my black babymaking seed now, bitch, right up your pretty white little pussy!"

Trish too was cumming, I could tell, and cum she did. She had two rapid fire orgasms while her black fucker emptied his potent sperm up her twat. She was mewing and groaning like a wounded whore as he deposited his black baby juice deep inside her. When he pulled out, I wondered if I would be called for clean up duties, but I wasn't. Instead, the black man who had just finished fucking her, got up and left, and seconds later Trish was helped to her feet by two other black men.

"They're taking her to the shower room," Dad told me. "They'll clean her up there, Bobby, then bring her out again for more sexing. And since it's her first time here, Bobby, every black stud in the club will want to have a go at her."

My brother-in-law then caught sight of Carolyn coming into view, and he nudged Dad. Dad looked over to his left, and I did also. There, beyond the glass wall, some twenty feet away from our view, was my shapely and pretty sister. She was wearing a white garter belt, matching white nylon mesh stockings, white garters, and white pumps. There was a young black man at her side with his arm around her waist. He was buck naked, black as coal, and hung like a mule. For the first time in my life, I got to see my comely older sister's tits and bush. My balls were already aching, and this scene only intensified the agony between my legs.

Dad, Phil and I all watched silently as Carolyn's black stud laid her down on one of the many stylish mattresses that were available in the sex area. Then he got alongside her, and soon they were kissing and fondling one another like lost lovers. I also noticed another black, a younger guy, near where my sister and her black stud were making out so heatedly. This guy had a camcorder and was videotaping everything that was taking place on that mattress.

"I told you Phil was going to have her videotaped this weekend," Dad said excitedly. "By the way, Bobby, the stud with your sister is Jake. He's known as Jake the Snake here at the club because of his cock size."

I had no trouble seeing why he'd gotten that appropriate nickname, as I watched my sexy sister run both her hands up and down his lengthy dark shaft. Dad then showed me how to work the speakers. I hadn't noticed until now that there were SEVERAL speakers in the cuckold room, and almost spaced evenly, about two feet apart, from one another. Dad hurriedly explained to me that each speaker represented a certain mattress area, so he turned on the volume now on speaker six, which coordinated with the area Carolyn and Jake were in.

All three of us looked out in amazement as Jake now climbed atop my sister and began to penetrate her slick love hole. Her legs were stretched to their limit apart from one another as she accepted his massive black fuck tool up inside her. She screamed loudly when it was finally all in her, and locked her legs around his backside. We watched as Jake plowed her pussy furiously, his heavy black balls slapping with gust against the whiteness of her pretty ass. Phil, I could see, was jacking his cock now, and I was able to see it wasn't much bigger than my own. Dad held a towel out in front of Phil as we continued to observe my obviously wanton sister take her sexing from her black lover. Jake was biting on her tits now, and calling her filthy, degrading names as his cock moved in and out of her pussy like a well-oiled piston. Carolyn was crying out with what seemed to be a combination of passion and pain,

"Ohhh, god ... aggghhhh," we could hear her voice. "Fuck me. Fuck my white slutty cunt, my darling ... fuck it HARD, aggghhh .. " my sister pleaded. "Make a black baby in me, please, my black lover... agghhhh, god, it HURTS so much .... your cock is so BIG, .. agghh."

"Damn right it is, bitch slut," Jake grunted, "and you gonna' take it all, you white tramp, ain't cha?"

"Yes, yes ... darling, aagghhh ... " Carolyn was sobbing now, I could see. "I ,, I want it all, baby..... Please fuck me harder. Hurt me more, beat me black and blue, fuck me to death, ... I don't care .. I .. I just want your wonderful cock to fuck me forever .. aagghhh.... I .. I'm going to cum .... again .... aagghhhh, oh shit, I love you, Jake .. please never stop .. fucking me ..."

With those words, the black slapped and punched her face several times making her eyes swell very quickly, followed by several viciously hard slaps to both her breasts and asscheeks making her scream in terrifying pain, and immediately leaving red welts that began to swell before our eyes. It was an eye-opening sight, to say the least.

My sister had two more very loud orgasms before Jake began pumping his rich fuck seed up her cunt. "I hope this load knocks you up, you filthy white pig," Jake exclaimed as his balls contracted and his potent sperm went swimming up Carolyn's well fucked cunt.

" So .. so, do I, darling ... aagghhhh... " my well fucked sister told him. "I want your baby growing inside me sooo ... agaghhh ... much ..."

It was when my sister said that to Jake that I noticed poor Phil shooting his own load of cum in the towel Dad was holding in front of him. He was breathing very hard too as he squirted in the towel. Dad wiped Phil's dick with the towel and tossed into the nearby container.

"Damn, Phil," Dad told him, "if Carolyn doesn't get pregnant with that load that Jake just gave her, I doubt she ever will."

"I think she will," Phil replied, his breathing back to almost normal once again. "God, he sure gave it to her good, didn't he? Not sure I liked him beating her like that, though."

"Well," Dad said, "some of the white girls get so overwhelmed with lust for these black studs that to be beaten somehow assuages the guilt they feel deep down inside for doing something so taboo. Even in this day and age."

Then we all heard Phil being paged to mattress area 6, where his just thoroughly fucked wife and her black lover were waiting for him. Phil raced out of the room, as soon as the door was unlocked by the attendant. Dad and I watched as Phil performed clean up duties, dropping first to his knees and taking Jake's now spent fuck tool in his mouth, washing it of Jake's and his wife's mixed fuck juices. Jake, with hands on hips, told Phil to clean it good or he would personally whip his white ass, as Carolyn lay back on the mattress she had just been fucked on and watched with apparent glee at her white cuckold husband sucking on the spent prick of her black stud lover. A slight smile was on her pretty face as she watched her wimpy husband clean the slime from Jake's prick with his mouth.

"That's good enough, white boy," Jake said after a few minutes. "Now crawl back behind me and do my ass, shithead. There's a lot of sweat back there, and you best be sure to get it all, understood?"

"Yes, sir," we heard Phil reply, and he crawled on his knees behind Jake and began licking away dutifully at Jake's anal region. When Jake felt he had done sufficiently back there, he ordered my brother-in-law to get down and suck the mess between Carolyn's outstretched legs. Jake told Phil to be very careful not to suck at his wife's pussy while he cleaned her.

"Just lick it, boy," Jake instructed Phil. "I don't want you maybe sucking out any of that baby making juice I just shot up in your white slut's pussy hole, I wants the bitch to have my baby, so you jus' clean up the tramp's thighs and lick, don't suck, my cum thas' around her slutty cunt hairs, got it, shitface?"

"Yes, sir," Phil said again, and went about doing as Jake had commanded of him. while Dad and I watched breathlessly. Carolyn chided Phil too, much to Jake's liking, by degrading him even further, "Lick me up good, Phil," Carolyn barked out. "Lick a real man's cum from your horny black loving wife, darling. Show me how much you like being a worthless cuckold and cum eater." Phil swooned as he heard what his wife said to him, and Jake chuckled. "Eat my black lover's cum from me, Phil. He has probably put a baby inside me, you know? Isn't that wonderful, honey? Just think, soon you can tell all your friends at work how your slutty wife got knocked up by a black man, and they can ridicule you, and laugh at you for the cum eating cuckold you are, my love. Won't that be nice, darling?"

"Mmmmmm, yes, ... Darling," Phil muttered, as he lapped away between her legs. Both Jake and Carolyn laughed loudly at Phil's humiliation. I wondered if Trish would soon be talking like that to me, too.

It didn't take long for him to find out.

After being cleaned up and apparently sucking another man out of view from the room, Trisha was brought back in and laid upon a special table that resembled a gynecologist's chair. She looked dazed and almost drunk. Her lips were swollen some, I assume from the sucking. As she strolled across the room, her elbows in the hands of the black studs, her more than ample breasts swayed and jiggled heavily under their own weight. Her breasts covered her chests, and were wide, capped by large areoles. After positioning her on the table, the two black men, both of whom were extraordinarily hung, began feeling her body from head to toe, talking to her about her new mission.

"Trisha, you WANT to have a black baby, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, of course! Me and my husband would be honored to be the parents of a black baby."

"So you want just one black child, Trisha?"

"Oh, no, I didn't mean that. I just meant that how many ever I can have I will, but it's a honor for a white woman to be bred by black studs here in the club."

"She learns fast, doesn't she, T?" ["Sure does," he replied.]

As Bobby was watching and listening to the scene, suddenly things changed drastically.

"Question is, Trisha, are you willing to do what it takes to be a worthy mother to our black babies?"

Trisha answered, "W-w-what do you mean?"

"What we mean is being able to TAKE IT when we give it, baby, whether it's from our black cocks or from what we normally do to our white slut breeders," T responded.

"I . . . I . . I th-think I can take it."

"Let's just find out." And with that, they flipped her over on her stomach and one black stud held her in place bent over the table, while the other took his large black hand and began spanking her asscheeks viciously. WHACK-WWWHACK-WWHAPP! Methodically, he continued to bring his hand down harder and faster across her white alabaster asscheeks, beating the poor little woman's ass till it was a crimson red. Trisha was crying so hard and sobbing, trying to struggle away from the repeated, terrible blows being rained down on her taut little ass. The other black stud put is cock between her asscheeks leaning along her back, yanking her head back by her hair, and talked right into her ear, "You see what we're talking about, baby? You still think you can take it and be worthy to have our black babies?"

Trisha continued to sob violently as tears streaked down her cheeks. "Yes! Oh god, no more, Yes, I still want to have black babies!"

"How many do you want to have, bitch?"

"I want to have as many as I can, and as many as my studs will give me."

"She's learning fast, I'm telling you, she's learning fast," the stud responded.

Just then, the stud leaned back and placed his hugely thick black phallus right at the tiny entrance to her pussy lips and RIPPED into her precious folds as deeply and as hard as he could in one stroke. I could see that
Trisha had temporarily passed out from the pain of the severe entry, but she was fucked and jerked back into consciousness as the black stud worked on her for a good 15 minutes. Pulling out, he exchanged places with T and he went about the same, tearing into my wife and sending his 11-inch black cock to depths I'd never experience with my little 5-incher.

Trisha's eyes became glazed into a fuck-stupor as T tore into her pussy with extreme prejudice. Working her over with short strokes, long strokes, and deep strokes, he black-fucked her into sexual oblivion. T returned to beating and slapping her ass, giving her another hard dozen slaps, making her jerk and yelp with each strike of her white flesh against his hand. Their massively thick black shafts were slickened from all the juice from Trisha's pussy as they slid in and out repeatedly against the strained cuntal muscles of the newlywed. You could see how her little white pussy was fighting to keep the large black invaders from completely tearing her in two. The expression on her face reflected the agonizing pleasure she felt as the cocks were raked into her folds, hitting bottom, banging against her sore cervix, and opening her for other black cocks that would soon be pleasuring her for years to come.

Dad came over from having watched the scene from across the room. "My, my, they sure are giving her a good initiation, that's for sure. My god, son, I feel sorry for you. They're giving her such special attention that she probably won't fuck you for years to come. I'm sorry if that turns out to be the case, son."

Bobby was somewhat bothered by the violence against Trisha while the breeders were fucking her. "But dad, how come they have to beat the women like that? I just don't understand that part of it. The brochure didn't mention that. Besides, I thought it was about the sex."

"Son you just have to understand, that's their way of breaking her of you. Once they make her theirs, she won't want anything to do with you sexually. And they're just making sure of that right here on the first visit. Usually it doesn't happen that way. But I suspect with
Trisha's large breasts, they see excellent potential for black breeding of their babies with her. And even if she doesn't produce more than a half-dozen black babies, she will be asked to server as a wet nurse for the other studs' babies throughout the year after one of her pregnancies, thus giving her a special place inside the club."

Both father and son waited another two full hours while the studs continued to work on
Trisha, fucking her in every position, and fucking her hard, too. Both had filled her pussy full of cum at least twice, and were going for one more time before ending the session. But end it finally did, and Trisha was carried to the showers before being returned to Bobby.

Seeing his wife wobbling against the wall trying to make it down the hallway, Bobby ran to meet her. "Oh Bobby, oh Bobby. I love you honey!"

"Oh god,
Trisha, I saw what happened. I hope you're not hurt too badly. Let's get you home."

Bobby held her tightly and took her to the car and on the drive home he asked, "How was it for you?"

Trisha answered. "Bobby, I couldn't believe I was able to do it. After seeing the brochure I was eager, but seeing something like those cocks in pictures and seeing them in person and being on the receiving end of them is quite different. They hurt me a lot, Bobby. I can barely walk. And my ass and thighs are so sore, they just ache so badly."

Bobby got her home and removed her clothes helping her get to bed. He was shocked at the bruises and welts that covered her body. Her breasts were black and blue from being squeezed and pulled in every direction. Her poor little pussy was a stretched-out mess of cum-soaked pussy hair. By this time her pussy was dripping from all the seed the black studs had poured into her.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Bobby asked.

"I think so, honey. They told me to get off my feet for a couple of days and recovered from the brutal fucking session so that I could rest and be ready for the next one."

"But what if you're pregnant from this one. Won't that be enough?"

"No, Bobby. In the club rules, it clearly explains how the white woman has to continue being serviced throughout her term once she becomes pregnant. So I'd have to keep going."

"Oh my god . . ." is all Bobby could muster. At that point he knew his sex life was over for good, and that he'd have to fuck his pretty wife vicariously through the black studs at the club from now on.

The End
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