A Black Cock

The bellies full of black babies filled the screen, swirling pink around the edges, now the screen split. On the left part of the screen she could see a chocolate-colored cock. And on the right...a pale pussy, oddly familiar. Both were live feeds, and Lois felt a little clearer-headed now, staring at the two genitals.

The woman on it was trimmed just like Lois herself. Pink lips glistened wetly. She scooted her ass backwards, until she was almost lying down on the chair, and on camera the slit pushed forward and shifted in response. It was like watching herself, on camera.

The black dick wobbled. She traced the long ropey vein down the middle of it, like an underground river, leading to the dark, shiny helmeted head. The camera was looking down, as if it was mounted at the belly button...but as she watched, the angle shifted downward, looking across the length of the shaft...and pointed toward a familiar pink pussy.

Lois caught her breath and watched on the monitor as the ebony phallus came closer and closer, almost imagined she could hear the steps on the carpet behind her. The reporter noted he was a little off in its approach, and shifted her hips until it lined up. The head inched closer and closer, and as it did the camera zoomed in, the vagina filling more and more of that middle screen, while cunts were caught in labor, black and brown heads crowing, pink spirals swirled around...

Her pussy tingled in anticipation. Her heart still leaped in her chest when she felt something warm and hard brush against her nether lips, just in time with the black cock on screen...and then it paused.

Lois waited in agonized anticipation, almost willing the black cock to surge forward, to take her—yet scared, in the back of her mind, of the consequences. Of what people would say, if they saw her carrying a mixed-race child. What they would assume. How right they would be, that she was just a black cock whore, wanting desperately to get knocked up...it was taboo, but that was part of what made it so exciting. Her pussy was wet just thinking about it, her ass squirmed at the touch of that bare tip, imagining the bit of precum from it...even that could get her pregnant. But it wasn't what she wanted.

Trepidation and lust crystallized in Lois at that moment. If she wanted this—if she truly wanted this, for whatever reason—then she had to make a conscious decision. She had to act on it. Here was an opportunity, if she had the courage to act on it. Still staring at the screen, Lois pushed herself back, feeling the tip of the warm, hard shaft enter her, spreading her lips, stretching the opening to her vaginal canal...and on the screen, the split image merged into a single camera shot of her easing her white cunt back on a black dick.

Lois didn't look back, only gasped as she felt the hard cock push further in to her depths, eyes still glued to the screen.

The bellies and babies had disappeared. There was a shot of a black man, naked, standing still. Watching a familiar white woman come into the room and sit at the computer. Begin to take off her clothes...and the man responded. She couldn't see his face, only hints of a lean, muscular body, but as the woman disrobed the cock sprang to life, dark brown skin shiny, a teak column waiting, just waiting, for the offering to be presented...and when it was, it moved forward...

As Lois watched all this happening around the edges, in her peripheral vision, front and center she was getting her own intimate view of her vaginal canal. It was like a fiber optic camera was mounted on the very tip of the cock, showcasing its journey, deeper and deeper. Lois moaned, and tried to avoid humping the dark dick spreading her lips apart as it went farther inside, carrying its precious cargo.

The history-replay at the edges faded into pink swirls. The central image remained and, Lois could see a round, muscular orifice, like a puffy donut...and she knew, just knew, that was the cervix. The entrance to the womb. The dark, familiar tip of the cock was just in view...Lois could feel it, deep inside her, the press of hips into her ass as her unseen partner buried himself to the root.

A jet of white shot out, and this time Lois did cum, shuddering around the hard spike she had allowed to impale her, and as she shuddered the cervix came down and lapped up that white cream, and it kept pumping into her and the cervix kept distending and retracting, distending and retracting, sucking up all that semen into the uterus.

Lois shivered through her orgasm, watching the splooge continue to pump. Idly, she wondered if she was ovulating today...and then turned, to look for the first time on the face of her lover.