The steam-filled gym showers echoed with the steady patter of water from multipleheads, the air…
A More United Kingdom
A More United Kingdom
When the government institutes a black-on-white breeding program during hard times, a reluctant poor man volunteers his wife for the money.
Looking back, it felt almost like a paradox to Johnathan Williams; it simultaneously happened over the course of years in full view of everybody but also seemed to be in the blink of an eye. The once near entirely homogenous white majority of European and Western nations was resoundingly supplanted by a black majority. Asian and Eastern nations were not far behind. Immigration, a hot button topic, was the focus of every elected government from Albania to Norway to Canada for decades. Little did they know that the scales had already irreversibly tipped, and they could do little to stop the millions of African migrants arriving at every nation’s borders every year.
Italy was the first European country where whites were no longer a majority. The close proximity to the North African coast was one of the biggest factors, however fertility was the thing nobody wanted to talk about. An official statistic from the ONS a few years ago found that the average white couple in England had 0.5 children, whereas the average black or interracial couple had 4.2. Facts like that seemed to make what happened a foregone conclusion.
To attempt to redress the rapidly shifting balance between native and immigrant people, the UK had begun a scheme to remove any financial burdens on its citizens who had more than 3 children. Johnathan was an average 22-year-old white guy when this was introduced, and he didn’t have any particularly strong opinions on what was going on. If he was going to be a minority he didn’t particularly care, it didn’t matter to him.
All while people like Johnathan and his housewife Rebecca were happily living their lives, the landscape of their country had been shifting. Political tension and extremism had continually risen fuelled by racism, immigration and financially catastrophic policies. A fringe political organisation, The Black Superiority Party (BSP), had been gaining popularity at a meteoric pace. They promised such frankly insane and radical things to their followers Johnathan was shocked anybody took them seriously at all.
Core BSP issues were listed as things like “Outlawing further marriages between two non-black people.”, “Legal immunity of black people from any crime where the victim was white.” and “Simultaneous removal of all existing financial assistance programs, to be replaced by a scheme where any non-black woman procreating with a man of African descent would receive a healthy monthly benefit.” among other things. It was an interesting political side-show to see how drastically things had changed in the last 2 decades, and everybody, including Johnathan, wrote them off as a joke. They won the next election in an unprecedented landslide.
Just like that, Johnathan and his family were hurled into chaos. He’d spent his entire life as a stay-at-home dad and had no real job experience at age 44. For him and Rebecca, applying for jobs was a brutal experience. He only just managed to get a minimum wage position in a supermarket, but Rebecca and the kids were unable to find anything at all. Turns out upending the prior system had flooded the job market with thousands of people like Johnathan who were all now scrabbling for any cash they could get, just trying to survive. Things looked dire.
The housing market had all but collapsed in any traditional sense, with the continual stream of overwhelming majority black men entering the country now being given complete priority for homes. As such, all his kids still lived at home. Falling further and further behind on the mortgage payments, Johnathan felt backed into a corner. He couldn’t let his children be homeless. What kind of father could ever do that? It was time to do something. It might have to be something drastic.
At dinner, Johnathan paused his chewing. Ideas had been playing on his mind that would improve their situation and this might be as good a time as any to broach them. He felt a sensation in his stomach as if it were filled with rocks rather than his wife’s delicious cooking.
“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and there could be something you… we, could do that should solve some of our problems. Becca if we don’t do something they’re going to take the house inside 3 months. It’s bad. Really bad. But I have an idea that should leave us with more than enough money coming in. It’s just going to be really, really hard, for us.”
“This is something I want you to understand I’d never even think about if things weren’t so insane right now.”
Rebecca rested her slender, pale fingers on his forearm. “It’s ok, let’s hear it then. If you’re being serious then I’m serious too. If it saves our family I’ll do anything I can.”
Pulling away from her, he rubbed his clean-shaven face with both hands. He felt disgusted with himself for even thinking what he was about to say. He couldn’t even bring himself to look her in the eye. Pathetic. “You know the new government has a bunch of policies where people can get extra money? Well, there’s one that would pretty much pay off our mortgage every month and leave us a bit left over. If you… you got pregnant by a black man we would keep the house.”
The following silence lasted maybe 10 to 15 seconds but Johnathan was convinced it stretched to infinity and even further if that were at all possible.
“Ok, I’ll do it. I see what you mean. From what I’ve read that would work.” Rebecca said somberly, now seemingly also entirely unable to attempt eye contact with him.
His heart broke. The pain in his chest made him think for a second that he was having some kind of heart attack before he realised it was probably an anxiety attack. She just agreed straight away? No back-and-forth? No resistance to the idea of fucking another man at all? Johnathan felt like he’d just passed his wife a loaded gun and asked her to shoot him.
He took several deep, heaving breaths to calm himself. “That’s… good. There’s other stuff too maybe, but that’s the only thing that will give us enough for the bank right now.”
“Right now… I guess this isn’t something we can really wait with.” A single tear meandered its way down Rebecca’s cheek as she spoke. “How do we even go about this?”
“I see two different ways. Either you can choose a black man you like to do it for us, somebody you trust and like since it’ll be you doing… you know… or the BSP has a new department for people who want to get this benefit that you can call.”
“I think the second one will be easier, maybe less personal, rather than any of the guys we know.”
“Ok, that’s sensible. I think there’s a form we have to submit and then a phone call to make, but I’ve heard from other people at work that it’s really easy. We should start that in… in a second.” Johnathan reached out and took his wife into his arms and the couple silently wept.
The following day they submitted their paperwork via email and had their phone interview scheduled with somebody from the BSP’s new “Interracial Relations Bureau” (IRB). Rebecca wasn’t sure she could cope with the conversation right now, so Johnathan told her he could handle it himself. He went down to his local pub, the recently renamed “Black Cockerel”, got a pint, and sat outside in the sunshine to wait for the call. His phone began to vibrate with the letters “IRB” on the call ID right on time.
“Ah hello there am I speaking to a mister Johnathan Williams?” a deep, heavily accented voice said from the phone.
“Yes, speaking.” he said, taking a sip of his beer.
“Hello Mr Williams, may I call you Johnathan? My name is Adebisi, and we’re thrilled that you’ve decided to join millions of other Caucasian people up and down the country by participating in this exciting new programme. Now… I see you’ve already submitted your initial application paperwork, that is very good!” the voice rambled cheerily.
The application had consisted of mostly Rebecca’s physical characteristics, background and relevant medical information. They had listed her measurements as accurately as possible; 5 feet, 4 inches tall, DD breasts, measurements of her slim waist and curving hips, and additionally had to submit a front and side photo of her for reference.
“Oh my, oh my!” Adebisi said excitedly “Your wife is incredibly beautiful. Her body appears built to serve black cock.”
Johnathan sat up in shock at that statement. “Excuse me!? What did you say?”
“Forgive me sir it is a common phrase in my line of work for such lovely, curvy white women. Your wife almost resembles a fertility goddess, I imagine a lot of our employees will want to be assigned to breeding her. You must understand what I mean sir? She would have done well to begin serving us long before now.”
“Yea well, she hasn’t. She’s never even thought of being with a black guy before, just me.” Johnathan said through barely contained anger. How dare this guy talk to him like that, his wife wasn’t built to serve black men, she was a sweet woman who married and loved him.
“Very good sir.” Adebisi continued without skipping a beat “That brings me to the next and most important question which is what level would you like to enter the programme on? There is; Beginner, Intermediate, Experienced and Premium. If your wife has not previously been intimate with any black men, we strongly suggest you start at Beginner, sir.”
“What’s the difference? It’s just sex.” said Johnathan dismissively.
“It is to do with getting white women used to their new sex lives, sir. We understand this can be a shock for some white women, so the black men selected to help people such as yourself in the “Beginner” category will have penises no larger than 12 inches in length, to aid with their transition.”
Johnathan’s eyes almost popped out of his head like in an old cartoon. “12 inches!? Did I hear you right?!”
“Yes sir that is correct, if that seems too small for your wife you can of course select another category, but it is protocol for me to suggest “Beginner” to you, sir.”
Was he having a stroke? How on earth was a 12-inch dick an easy starting point? Johnathan was 5 inches on a good day, and Rebecca usually seemed pretty satisfied with their sex life. He had no clue how she was going to react to a literal footlong cock, never mind if it’d even fit inside her. He thought those kinds of dicks were the one in a million who did porn. And what would the girth be?? Even one of these beginner guys would probably ruin her. He barely acknowledged it, but that thought made his own penis twitch in his shorts, just a little bit.
“Yea ok, Beginner please.” said Johnathan, rubbing his head to try and relieve the mounting pressure around his temples.
“Very good sir, and I just require final confirmation on some of the terms of this enrollment: Do you agree to provide for, and house, the man or men sent to you by the IRB?”
“Yes.” Johnathan mumbled, growing impatient.
“Do you agree that should any Caucasian woman in your household give birth to a mixed baby fathered by the man or men sent by the IRB, you will take full legal responsibility and guardianship for said child?”
“Yes…” the look on his face had moved to a one of neutral resignation.
“And finally do you agree that yourself and your wife and indeed any Caucasian persons in your household will accommodate any and all requests, commands, orders and needs of the man or men sent to you by the IRB? And let me be clear sir, this does mean ANY commands or needs, sexual or otherwise.”
This didn’t feel right. He was selling his wife out like a farmer’s prized breeding stock. The wording of these terms worried him too, they were specifically referring to any women in his household, not just his wife. He didn’t want his daughters getting mixed up in all this. But if he didn’t do this, he wouldn’t even have a family or a household, he told himself.
“I… yes. Yes, we’ll obey them.” he said, slouching on the bench in defeat.
“Very good sir, congratulations! We are happy to confirm your application is successful, and your assigned breeding partner or partners will be with you in a couple of days. Is there anything else I can help you or your incredibly sexy wife with today?” the agent asked gleefully.
“No, thank you Adebisi, you’ve been very helpful.” He hung up, knocked back the last of his pint and slowly shambled home nursing the knot of shame growing within his abdomen.
After a fitful night tossing and turning, he was awoken mid-morning by the doorbell. As he put on his dressing gown and shuffled down the hall the kids appeared to all be out on their own business. He could hear Rebecca downstairs answering the door. Walking down to the front door he came to see three casually dressed young men, none older than 22 or 23 at most, just outside the door and a nervous Rebecca holding it open wearing a simple red dress.
“And that must be the man of the house.” said a deep, sarcastic voice from one of the figures.
“We’re from the IRB.” said another.
“Honey these are Marcus, James and Dylan. These are the men they sent us.” Rebecca said looking slightly worried.
“Hi there guys, come on in. I thought the Bureau was supposed to be sending us one guy?” Johnathan asked.
The black man at the front who was quite a few inches taller than Johnathan and one or two inches taller than his compatriots, flashed a dazzling toothy grin as he stepped inside. “Normally they would but you see, your wife got a lot of interest among us down there. We almost ended up in a brawl over who was going to get your case until my boss allocated two extra spaces.”
“Yea,” the bald black man to his right piped up, adjusting his crotch “You are one fine ass white bitch Rebecca.”
“Oh… erm…” Rebecca didn’t know what to say, looking both taken aback and flustered, too nervous and fearful of repercussion to snap at them.
Johnathan couldn’t help but be impressed by the physicality of the black men. They were all incredibly muscular, especially Marcus. His arms and chest looked as if they were about to tear clean out of the skintight shirt he wore. They each placed their bags in the hallway and chose a place to sit. Marcus seemed to be the one taking charge, he was the one to speak first.
“So, do you two know how this is going to go? You got us because you picked “Beginner” so I’m gonna guess you haven’t fucked with a big black cock before?”
“Err… no, I haven’t.” Rebecca replied.
“That’s a damn shame.” James said, idly rubbing his chin. “You got them birthing hips and big baby feedin’ tits.”
“Yea I can’t wait to give you the kinda dick you deserve. I know no lil white dick is gettin as deep as you need.” Dylan said, staring unflinchingly at Rebecca’s copious cleavage.
“Now get over here and on your fuckin knees. Get all three of us all nice and hard.”
The other two muscular men stood next to their leader and they all began to disrobe. Rebecca and Johnathan were both frozen in fear and awe. How on earth were you supposed to react to something like this?
All three of the men were spectacularly fit. Solid, lithe muscles covered every inch of their bodies under dark ebony skin. Dylan was the one who stood out slightly more due to having numerous tattoos, including intricate abstract patterns across his chest, a Japanese style sleeve and a “White sluts bred:” tally on his forearm, with 14 marks under it. James had several scars crisscrossing his chest and ripped stomach that looked like the result of years of brutal fighting. Marcus was about as close as you could get to a black Adonis, even more muscular and perfectly proportioned than the other two, with not a hint of body hair.
The only thing more impressive than their physiques, was their cocks. Three fat black rods unlike anything the white couple had ever seen outside of porn hung pendulously 6 or 7 inches down over equally huge, tomato sized balls. The men were clearly all still entirely soft but much to Johnathan’s shame they were all currently bigger than he was fully hard.
Johnathan had never felt more inadequate in his life. In a matter of seconds he felt like he’d been rendered entirely worthless. His thin, much less masculine body lacked even a fraction of the muscle even the smallest man had, and his soft penis was practically microscopic by comparison.
His wife was standing, mouth open, eyes wide as dinner plates, darting between the three big black cocks. She looked nervous, unsure; like she wanted to back out.
Oh God this was a mistake. The ball of shame he was carrying in his stomach tripled in size. He didn’t want this. He wanted Rebecca to be his, he didn’t want her to fuck anybody else. There must be another way. He had no idea how he could live with himself after this.
“Honey, maybe we should think about this again. I’m not sure if I want this for us.” She said tremulously. “Honey?”
“We cant just cancel this sort of contract honey. The fines are immense, maybe even jail.” He answered her, gulping. “And…just think about our family.”
Resigned but looking regretful, Rebecca slowly slid to her knees in front of the three black men.
She pulled her long hair back out of her face, tied it in a messy ponytail and lifted Marcus’ cock to her plump pink lips. She peeled his foreskin back with care and took the thick dark head into her mouth. Reaching out she took the other two men’s members into her petite, shaking pale hands and began to stroke up and down them in tandem timing. Johnathan couldn’t help but notice she was still wearing her wedding ring, as her hand gripped the flaccid black dick.
“Mmm you got a good tongue, slut.” said Marcus, relishing her mouth. He gripped her ponytail and began pumping his hardening cock in and out of her face.
Rebecca had her eyes closed and looked to be almost gagging on the musky taste of her first big black cock. As Marcus’ cock grew and grew, Johnathan literally couldn’t believe his eyes. He was hardening faster than the other two men, but they were all growing rapidly to their full size, and they were gigantic.
Almost as if reading his mind, Rebecca pulled Marcus out of her mouth and asked wateringly, coughing a little. “How big are you guys exactly? These things are… big… really big.”
“You think we’re big I think you need to talk to some of our boys in the other groups. We’re small by bureau standards.” said Marcus, playing with her hair. “I’m right on the threshold, I’m 12 inches, these two are between 10 and 11.”
Before Rebecca could stammer a response Marcus stuffed his semi-hard cock back into her mouth. Afraid of not complying, she was gulping and slurping at the big black cock in a way Johnathan had never seen before. He knew she hated it. Rebecca had told him she didn’t like giving blowjobs; she said going down on him made her jaw hurt right away. Well the black cock that was now swollen and turgid enough to stretch her lips and jaws fully open and then some was a lot more punishing than his cock ever could be, and his wife struggled mightily. Marcus was forcing her to bob her head on the ebony shaft with increasing speed, and depth, when Dylan wrenched her mouth backward off Marcus’ cock then spit into her open mouth.
She coughed and gagged on the spit, the wad hitting directly at the back of her throat. His tight grip on her hair didn’t let her pull away. He quickly stuffed his cock into her gasping mouth before she could muster a protest.
“You got soft hands but I want that throat too. Share that mouth, slut.”
The three men took turns using his wife’s mouth like she was their personal sex toy, grabbing her hair like a handle and thrusting into her with no concern for her gagging or choking. It was at this juncture that Johnathan noticed his own penis was rock hard and throbbing painfully. He was desperately turned on by the erotic tableau taking place a few feet in front of him and that made him feel even worse. Drool and precum began to slowly run from around her lips sealed around the black meat.
Rebecca popped off the cock, gasping in much needed air desperately. For her troubles, she is quickly slapped across the face.
“I don’t care if you like it or not. Get that white cocksucking mouth back to work.” said Marcus, slapping his spit-slicked footlong black cock against his wife’s pale face as she attempted to wrangle the tip back into her mouth, tears in her eyes.
Dylan leaned down with a powerful hand, plunging it into the top of her dress and gripped Rebecca’s heavy alabaster white breast. A whimpering moan escaped her throat around an invading pillar of black meat as his fingers crushed the aching mammary brutally. The man pulled her breast free of her dress and bra, allowing it to heavily flop out against her chest, before doing the same to its twin.
“God damn woman, your tits are incredible. I need to see that ass.” said Marcus, biting his lip.
The black man gripped Rebecca by her throat and pulled her to her feet, letting James’ cock fall from her lips with a glistening trail of spit and precum. He pulled her in to his heavily muscled body, pressing his cock against her stomach, reached down with both hands and slapped her ass hard. Even under the dress Johnathan could see the flesh of her backside ripple satisfyingly as Marcus’ hands sunk in to her cheeks. Rebecca moaned again, and as her mouth opened he kissed her. Between their lips Johnathan could see his wife shuddering in revulsion as she was being french kissed, the poor woman practically choking on the fat African tongue trying to go down her throat. Dylan meanwhile tore her dress from her body, ripping the garment to shreds down the back, while James pulled off her underwear and bra with ease.
The three men ran their hands wantonly over Rebecca’s now naked body, exploring every inch of her thoroughly. The quartet were a mass of moaning, kissing, biting, grasping limbs and mouths. Ebony hands were squeezing and slapping every inch of Rebecca’s ivory skin. Her head lolled back as tears rolled down her cheeks, caught between overstimulation and resigned compliance.
At some point in the last couple of minutes Johnathan’s left hand had moved to his penis and begun stroking the head of his cock. Even though his chest was aching with a pain unlike anything he’d ever felt, his brain on some level was adamant that what he was seeing was a gigantic turn on to him. It was the cocks, the big black cocks. He couldn’t get over their size and how much his wife apparently responded to them. The smallest of the three was still more than double his size and Rebecca seemed increasingly desperate to get away from all three of them. Unfortunately for her, that wouldn’t happen.
“That pussy’s mine first. I want first shot at knocking this stupid whore up.” commanded Marcus, hefting his enormous cock in his hand. “Get that white ass over here.”
He directed Rebecca to the couch and after another quick kiss used one powerful hand to push her over so she was kneeling on the leather seat, with her elbows propping her up on the armrest. Her broad, ghostly pale ass stuck up in the air, and between her thighs her trecherous tiny pink pussy was more than ready for Marcus.
“You look real fuckin’ tight to me.” the huge black man said. “You ever had anything my size in your pussy? Like toys or anything?”
“No, never…” Rebecca said, looking back over her shoulder at Marcus, biting her plump lower lip nervously. “I have a vibrator but it’s not…like that.”
“Well you’re gonna get the real thing now slut. I’m gonna make this white pussy mine.” Marcus said, punctuating the statement with another heavy slap on Rebecca’s jiggling ass.
He lifted his cock to Rebecca’s entrance, and with steady force, began to sink it into the sopping hole inch by inch. Johnathan watched open-mouthed as the gigantic, thick, heavily veined shaft disappeared into his increasingly squirming wife. It wasn’t long before the black man was further inside his wife than he’d ever been. Further than he ever possibly could be. Rebecca had her eyes closed and mouth open, as if she were uttering a silent gasp…or scream. The big black cock encountered resistance at about 8 or 9 inches inside of her as he bottomed out, causing the woman to let out a guttural moan.
There wasn’t really any traditional build to it in the way he was used to when he usually jerked off, but Johnathan came. The sight of seeing his wife impaled on a cock like that entirely skipped the usual increasing tingling sensation and just made him blow without any of the pleasure of the act. A small dribble of cum seeped from the head of his penis onto his hand without any fanfare. He sat in stunned silence.
“Haha! Hey your white boys blown his lil nut already.” James said, moving in front if Rebecca’s face, huge cock bobbing just at her mouth level. “He normally that quick?”
She didn’t want to answer him, so she took his cock back into her mouth and began slurping at it, trying to make them happy. Maybe they’d be nicer to her, more gentle, if she was more compliant? Marcus was starting to really fuck her pussy now, drawing his shaft back and pushing it in with gradually increasing force. His soda can-like girth looked like it was on the verge of pulling Rebecca’s wetly squelching pussy inside out whenever he withdrew because she was gripping him so tightly. This didn’t deter the big man. Each thrust in he tried to push further, to stretch the little white woman, to make her take more of him. Every time the spongy head of his cock smacked into her cervix, Rebecca moaned around the shaft in her mouth as she was gradually resized.
Johnathan could lie to himself but that is what was happening of course. These men were so much bigger than him, they were going to completely resize his wife’s pussy by the time they were done. Even if she got tighter again over time after they left, there was a serious chance she wouldn’t ever feel him in the same kind of way ever again. That’s assuming they did leave.
A thunderous slapping was coming from between Rebecca and Marcus now. He’d gotten pretty much all 12 inches of his big black cock into the the reluctant housewife’s pussy, so her ass was now rapidly slapping against his sculpted abs, causing it to ripple satisfyingly with each thrust. He had hold of her waist and was pulling back against the top of her hips to slam into the white woman with all the force he could.
“Fuuuck, this bitch loves nigga dick. I wish we got her soon as she was legal. I coulda had 10 kids outta her by now.” grunted Marcus. After a prolonged period of intense fucking he looked to be nearing his first orgasm. “You love black cock don’t you slut?”
Rebecca’s choking and slurping stopped for a second as she cleared her airway to talk “I-I….I don’t know!!” she exclaimed, miserable but not wanting to upset them, tears rolling down her cheeks. It was a good enough answer for them, and her throat stuffing resumed again.
Marcus was driving into Rebecca’s pussy with enough force that the woman was almost falling over the arm of the sofa each time he rammed into her. Her fat breasts swung pendulously under her, asynchronous to the full speed pounding she was taking. Groans and moans muffled by James’ cock were getting louder and louder each time Marcus slammed all 12 inches of his black cock into her pussy and filled her beyond anything she’d ever felt before.
In perfect harmony, Marcus began growling a bestial call of triumph as he pushed into Rebecca to the balls and flooded her with an enormous load of cum, just as Rebecca’s orgasm turned her into a vibrating puddle of moaning shame. Her entire body shook with involuntary muscular contractions as her pussy begged Marcus for his sperm. Her ridged walls contracted with all the force they could, attempting to milk as much fertile sperm from Marcus as possible, which he seemed to enjoy greatly.
As he pulled out, Marcus leaned down and examined his handiwork. “Mmm fuck I’ll be damned if that hasn’t done the job right away. I must have put half a litre in you.” he said examining Rebecca’s still quivering pussy. Her vagina was gaping wide open enough that Johnathan could see practically all the way into her from feet away, and could also see the gigantic load painting her innermost depths. Her walls contracted spasmodically, as her stubborn orgasm outright refused to fully subside.
“Look at that, I think that was a pretty good warm up. You wanna fill her together?” James said to Dylan.
James took up position sitting on the couch before pulling Rebecca’s leg across him so she was straddling him.
Before the deluge of Marcus’ cum ran out of her hole, James stuffed himself into her. He wasn’t quite as thick or long as Marcus, but he filled her more than adequately, the tight snug fit preventing any cum from leaking out of her.
“Come on bro, give this whore a real good stretch while we knock her up.” he said, beckoning Dylan over.
James slouched down under Rebecca, and began sucking on her enormous tender tits as Dylan took up position behind her ass and started to push the saliva coated head of his cock into the white woman’s stretched and aching pussy. Rebecca began to squeal in pain from the second black man trying to double stuff her as her vagina was pushed to its limit, attempting to swallow two huge black cocks at the same time.
“Stop it you’re hurting her!” Johnathan yelled at the two men, only to be immediately rocked by an impact into the side of his face. He thought Marcus had just punched him as he attempted to regain his equilibrium, but the sound was that of a slap, not a punch.
“You shut your fucking mouth you little white bitch!” Marcus yelled at him. “That was a little fucking tap, you open your mouth to try and tell us what to do again and I’ll really clock you. Besides, she’s enjoying it.”
He watched his wife’s pained face contort as the two black men fought to simultaneously fill her. She was NOT enjoying it. Dylan planted both of his hands on her ample ass cheeks, gripped them firmly, and pulled Rebecca back onto his throbbing cock. Her screaming turned to pained, muted sobbing as Dylan’s cock pushed violently into her ruined pussy, alongside James’.
Through her sobs Johnathan could make out his wrecked wife saying “Please, don’t. One at a time, please, you’re going to rip me… Just one. Please, just one!”
“You want it rough don’t you whore?” James said from between Rebecca’s hanging tits, ignoring her. Dylan wrapped his hands around her tender, pale throat from behind.
The young black men slammed their cocks viciously into Rebecca’s abused cunt. Her entrance looked red and sore, on the verge of being split open. The hands around her throat tightened further and further, choking her. Her face turned bright red and spit began to run from her mouth as she was brutalised.
“No more… please…” was all Rebecca could manage to splutter as her pussy was resoundingly destroyed and she was choked to the brink of unconsciousness. Dylan and James were thrusting into her as if they were hate-fucking her and intentionally trying to hurt her with their huge cock.
“Deep down this is what all you white bitches want.” said Marcus philosophically from Johnathan’s side. “You all want to be put in your place. To serve. To be bred. To accept you’re inferior to us.” He planted a hand on Johnathan’s bare shoulder. “There’s no shame in it, just nature. Like it’s gonna be natural when there’s no white left in a couple generations cos of women like her and men like you. You can’t help it.”
Gagging noises also came from Rebecca and were becoming increasingly loud. She had begun cumming again, shaking and trembling as Dylan and James stabbed into the depths of her soft, pink pussy, but she was being choked too hard to let even a moan escape. A garbled, slobbering bubbling noise was the only thing coming out of her mouth. Her eyes were rolled back in her head and Johnathan would have assumed she was unconscious if it wasn’t for the pained winces and shudders that wracked her body. They were utterly using her like fuckmeat.
The blacks continued using Rebecca this way for a long while, not slowing or relenting in the slightest, and she never stopped cumming. Johnathan watched in awe as the vagina he felt was a good size for his little penis only yesterday was hollowed out and stretched to breaking point. They maintained her orgasm for what felt like an age, until James began to grunt as he got close to cumming.
“Fuck, I’m gonna bust in this bitch. Keep choking her she gets so fuckin tight the harder you do it.” said the black man under her.
“I’m about to nut too.” breathed Dylan. “Let’s fill this slut up.”
“Hgllk… UUUHGGGG…” Rebecca forcibly protested with great effort through Dylans strong interlocked fingers, but still unable to form words. The tears on her cheeks spoke volumes – she immensely regretted agreeing to this government program.
Not that it mattered.
James bellowed loudly and Dylan simply breathed harder, but both men slammed themselves into the poor white pussy they’d broken and dumped their thick, fertile double loads into her. Johnathan could see the contractions of the two men’s balls as they filled his wife up to bursting with cum. The two titanic black shafts began to soften, as did Dylan’s grip on Rebecca’s throat. She gasped for breath.
“Mmm that’s it. I love owning a white womb. The sooner we breed you all out till there’s no white left, the better.” said Dylan.
“Hell yes, only black kids gonna be pumped in you from now on slut.” James echoed mockingly.
The two cocks slipped from Rebecca’s pussy with a slurping sound and they gave Johnathan a full view of what they’d done to his wife. She was practically comatose from the experience, unable to move or think, except to bring her hand to her pussy protectively. The amount of cum in her was staggering. Johnathan had never seen anything like the small lake of black jizz filling his wife’s depths, which was staying put for the moment due to the angle of her hips.
“I think we enjoyed that. We’re gonna go out and grab a few things like food and stuff, then we can pick this up again this afternoon and breed you some more when we get back.” Marcus said, throwing his clothes back on and heading to the door.
“Haven’t these two got some fine ass daughters too? Can’t wait to meet them.” James intoned.
“Later, come on. Let’s give these two a bit.” Marcus replied, ushering his crew out.
Rebecca had flipped to sit in the middle of the couch, still panting, as a river of cum was running out of her, down her ass and thighs. Mascara ran down her face with her tears, and she looked a total wrecked mess. A far cry from the sweet housewife of this morning.
And Johnathan didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t protect her, couldn’t withdraw them from the breeding program without jail.
This was their future.
Later the marathon resumed. Johnathan slunk away, needing a break from listening to his wife’s ravishment. About 2 hours later Johnathan realized he hadn’t seen his son get back from school, it should have been a while ago. He got up from the armchair to go look for him, trying not to think about his wife currently being bred like an animal upstairs.
Johnathan found his son in front of his and Rebecca’s bedroom. The door had been opened a crack and Daniel had his eye pressed to the gap. His jeans and underwear were around his ankles and he was frantically rubbing his small penis and moaning along with the debauchery in the bedroom. The 19-year-old didn’t even hear his dad approaching behind him, he was so engrossed in what he was watching.
“Son, what the fuck are you doing!?” he chastised. He expected the boy to stop wanking when he was caught being a voyeur, but his jerking hand didn’t break pace.
“Dad, I… Mom… she… fuck she’s being ruined by those BBCs in there Dad, it’s so fucking hot!”
The boy had lost it. “You can’t just start wanking in the hallway and perving on your Mom! That’s out of order!”
“But Dad just take a look! She’s moaning so much there’s no way to ignore it! She’s being bred by them in there!”
Unconsciously his eyes flicked to the gap in the door, just for a second, and he saw what had excited Daniel so much. Rebecca was lying on the bed, exhausted and overfucked, plastered nearly head to toe with a layer of cum and sweat. Between her raised shapely thighs James’ dark, muscular ass pumped with force into her. With each powerful thrust Rebecca’s huge, pale jiggling tits rocked back and forth enough to slap into her own face. Or rather into her neck and chin, as her head was laid back over the edge of the bed to open her throat for Dylan’s long cock to plunder. Johnathan caught a glimpse just as Marcus wrenched the door open, grabbed father and son by their respective collars and hauled them effortlessly into the bedroom.
“Well would you look here, we got a couple of white boys scared of missing out on the action.” Marcus chuckled.
“You can’t help yourselves can you?” said Dylan, pushing deep into Rebecca’s throat so his balls slapped into her face “You love watching us abuse your women.”
“I think you mean our women.” James interjected from across the bed while also balls deep in her pussy.
Rebecca, becoming aware of her son’s presence, gurgled weakly in protest. The black studs ignored her, slamming her holes violently, pinning the white woman down. To help calm her they slap her face and wobbling tits a few times, the powerful THWACKS! echoing in the room, the whimpering bitch subdued.
“There a problem?” Marcus asked Johnathan aggressively, noticing how the husband was staring.
Johnathan knew he couldn’t risk pissing the men off any more than he already had. Not if he didn’t want his entire family to go to jail for breach of government contract. So he said nothing and shook his head quietly, as Rebecca’s nipples were being painfully yanked straight upwards. His heart breaking as he watched his wife get manhandled.
As if on queue James began to grunt and press himself into Rebecca to fill her with yet another fertile load, on top of the God only knew how many already pumped inside her womb today. The black man pulled his glistening cock free, as his counterpart pulled out of her throat. Rebecca gasped and gulped down air, finally able to breathe unimpeded, and immediately cradled between her legs with her hand, her aching pussy incessantly throbbing from the heavy non-stop use.
“I’m…I-I’m okay honey.” she gasped, cum plastered on her lips “Just do what they s-say…”
THWACK!!
A dark hand came crashing across her pretty face, the housewife gasping as her head snaps to the side.
“Don’t cover up that cunt. Spread your legs and show your husband what we done to you, whore.”
Turning around on the bed, Rebecca opened her legs wide to show her husband what had been inflicted on her pussy. She was totally ruined. The thought crossed Johnathan’s mind that if he wished to attempt it, his hand and forearm would probably fit comfortably inside her almost up to his elbow now. Absolutely no way she’d ever even feel his penis in her again. Above that the woman’s clit was protruding slightly from her folds, bright red like a small beacon of pleasure. Rebecca’s entire crotch was thickly slathered with acrid smelling, viscous cum from the three men. Unsurprisingly the majority of the men’s semen was retained inside his wife’s broken hole. From this angle it appeared almost as if he were looking at the top of a large Greek yoghurt pot that had just tipped over and had its gooey contents begin to slowly dribble out. She was literally full to overflowing with the black men’s sperm.
“That must have been maybe 20 loads from us, and we all still got more to give. The supplements and fertility drugs we’re on let us bust anywhere up to 10 big loads a day.” Dylan said proudly, bragging. “I got a couple more in me, you can watch while I fill your bitch up again.”
“Please, let me rest, just a little!” Rebecca squealed as Dylan slid his length into her overtaxed pussy.
Seeing the thick, hard black cock sliding in and out of his wife again was too much. Rubbing his eyes and shaking his head, he left the room. Rebecca however wasn’t given the same privilege.
Meandering to the bathroom he noted the pounding noises in his bedroom had resumed again, and Rebecca was back to moaning and protesting about being bred so hard. Right now, if Johnathan was being honest with himself, he found it arousing. Awful, but arousing.
While Johnathan showered and Dylan continued to fuck Rebecca’s white pussy into oblivion, Marcus got on the phone. With his free hand he was slapping and pinching Rebecca’s pink nipples, digging in his nails just to make her gasp.
“Yeah, have the Bureau send some more guys tonight, the biggest available. Yeah, we’re gonna have to tap out eventually, even with the drugs we gotta rest sometime, get some shut eye, you know?. That don’t mean this bitch gets to. Yeah. Thanks.” He hung up.
Rebecca’s marathon breeding wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon.
At 10pm, while Johnathan slept fitfully on the sofa in the basement, feeling guilty and inadequate, his wife was still very ‘busy.’ Marcus pulled out with a wet pop, his latest thick load of black baby batter joining the obscene amount already flooding Rebecca’s womb. Her pussy gaped obscenely, red and swollen, as pearly cum bubbled and leaked from her ruined hole.
Rebecca whimpered, weakly trying to close her trembling thighs. “Please… no more. I can’t take it…”
“Shut the fuck up, slut.” Dylan grabbed her ankles and yanked her legs wide apart. “Look at you leaking our superior seed like a broken faucet. What makes you think you get to waste even a single drop?”
James came back from their bag holding the device. It was a brutal hybrid — a heavy, black rubberized pear built around an internal metal speculum. Even closed it was thicker than any of their cocks, with a wide flared base meant to sit flush against her stretched lips.
Rebecca’s eyes widened in pure horror. “What… what the hell is that? No! Please don’t—”
Marcus gripped her jaw hard, forcing her to look at him. “This is going to keep our cum basting that white womb until it takes. It’ll also stretch you nice and loose for the real bulls the Bureau is sending next. You should be thanking us, little miss white housewife.”
Dylan pressed the tapered tip against her cum-slick entrance and pushed. The first few inches slid in easily due to the lake of cum in her cunt, but as the thicker midsection breached her, Rebecca’s back arched violently.
And it was still closed.
“Ahh! It’s too big— take it out! Please, I’m begging you!”
James began turning the screw mechanism. A low, ominous grinding sound filled the room as the internal metal jaws slowly opened, stretching the thick rubber balloon outward.
Rebecca’s eyes bulged. “Oh god— it’s growing inside me! It’s splitting me apart! Stop! I’ll keep every drop in, I swear! Please, please stop!”
The device swelled relentlessly, forcing her inner walls outward in every direction. The brutal pressure crushed against her cervix, making her feel like her womb was being simultaneously pummeled and overfilled. Every bit of cum that had started to leak was now trapped and forced even deeper.
They left it only partially expanded for now, her cunt visibly straining and bulging around the rubber. Dylan pressed two fingers against the base and pressed it deeper until the flange sat flush against her puffy lips.
Marcus slapped one of her sore, reddened tits hard. “Look at that. Perfect fit. How does it feel, fuckslut?”
She was panting and crying, both hands instinctively cradling the unnatural bulge in her lower belly. “It hurts… it’s way too big… I can feel it pressing on my womb… please…”
“That’s the point,” James laughed cruelly. “You’re gonna take this between every breeding session. Can’t have a lazy white whore wasting our loads, can we?”
James heard a muffled groan of lust from the closet. It was quiet, but he heard it. He smirked. This white woman’s son was hiding and peeking through the cracked closet door, jacking off as he watched his Mom get black bred. He didn’t care though. Let the little punk get his kicks.
They dragged her to her feet. The heavy pear-plug shifted with every shaky step, grinding against her cervix and sending sharp jolts through her core. She could feel the trapped pressurized cum sloshing warmly deep inside her with every movement. Her thighs trembled violently as she struggled to walk.
“Good girl,” Marcus said, smirking at her pathetic waddle. “Now sit on the edge of the couch and push those big white tits out. We’re not done with you yet.”
Rebecca obeyed with a broken sob, lowering herself carefully onto the couch. The pear shifted painfully inside her as she moved, forcing a sharp gasp from her lips. Marcus picked up a thin, whippy rattan cane from the bag and flexed it menacingly.
“No… please, Marcus. My tits are so sore already…” she begged, voice shaking.
“Exactly why they need this,” he replied. “These fat udders are for black babies now. Until you get one, I don’t want them to feel neglected.”
He tapped the cane lightly against her left breast first, watching it jiggle heavily. Then, without warning, he brought it down with a sharp CRACK!
“Ahh!” Rebecca cried out, her whole body jerking. The sudden movement made the pear grind brutally against her cervix, turning the sting on her tit into a deep, nauseating throb in her core.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Three more vicious strokes landed across the top and underside of her heavy DD breasts in quick succession. Bright red welts immediately blossomed across her pale skin. Each impact made her tits bounce and sway heavily, and each bounce caused the massive pear-plug inside her to shift and stretch her even more.
“Stop! It hurts! Please, I’ll be good— I’ll keep the cum in! I’ll be good, you don’t need to hurt me!” she sobbed, tears pouring down her cheeks.
Marcus didn’t slow down. He targeted the sensitive undersides next, lifting her mams by the nipples and walloping the alabaster undercurves. Then he zeroed in on her swollen pink nipples. The cane whistled through the air before landing with precise, stinging snaps directly across both darkening nipples.
Rebecca screamed, her back arching hard. The pear felt like it was trying to split her in two as her pussy clenched violently around it. Fresh tears streamed down her face while her welted breasts throbbed in agony.
Dylan grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her head, forcing her chest out even more. “Look how hard her nipples are now.”
James laughed, flicking the base of the pear with his finger, sending fresh shocks through her stuffed cunt. “Keep crying, slut. We don’t give a fuck.”
Marcus continued the caning — methodical, cruel strokes that painted her once-perfect breasts with a lattice of angry red lines. By the time he was finished, Rebecca’s tits were a mess of stinging welts, burning hot to the touch. She was shaking uncontrollably, drooling and whimpering, the pear still mercilessly stretching her womb full of their cum.
Marcus finally set the cane down and slapped one of her freshly-caned breasts, making her wince. “Much better. These fat white titties are gonna look even prettier when they’re engorged with milk.”
Later, while they lounged on the couch with her seated between them “resting,” Marcus idly flicked and tapped the base of the pear every few minutes. Each impact made her clench painfully around the unyielding, stretching intrusion and whimper pathetically, especially when he’d grab the base and twist it a few turns. Her reddened caned titties wobbled as she shifted and winced, crying quietly.
By the time the doorbell rang — announcing the arrival of the next wave of even bigger Bureau bulls — Rebecca was a broken, sobbing, sweat-soaked mess. Her pussy was dramatically looser, puffy, and twitching non-stop around the device.
James finally turned the screw and closed the awful pear-plug. The moment the jaws closed and he yanked the pear-plug free, a massive gush of trapped cum poured out of her ruined, gaping hole like a flood.
…Only for an even thicker, longer black cock of a stranger to slam balls-deep inside her immediately after.