The Month Goes By Fast

June turned into July, and all that time Abby had been off her birth control pills. Burt and Abby had refrained from intercourse at Abby's insistence. She was more than ready to go down on Burt and service him, and Burt experienced oral skills from Abby that he never knew existed. Mostly they tiptoed around the so-called "400 pound gorilla in the corner" - the knowledge that as each day passed, it came one day closer to Abby going bareback with a well-hung black man. And then it was time, the weekend of October 24th. Burt had made the arrangements online, had rented a room at a local hotel, and confirmed that Friday that Steve would meet them in the hotel bar at nine P.M. the next evening.

Burt and Abby arrived a half hour early. They barely said a word to each other during the drive to the hotel, and Burt noticed Abby was visibly nervous. Abby was dressed in a halter top, shorts and heels, and had highlighted her hair. Had Abby asked, Burt would have confessed he was nervous also. They took a booth in the corner of the hotel bar, ordered drinks and waited. Two more rounds passed and still no Steve. Nine-thirty passed, then ten o'clock. "Well, I guess he is no-show," said Burt. They asked for the check and began to leave. Just about that time a tall muscular black man walked into the bar, strode directly to their booth, and introduced himself. "Hello," he said, "I'm Steve."

Steve and Burt shook hands, Abby kissed Steve on the cheek, and invited him to sit next to her. The small talk started, and after some initial awkwardness on all sides, the atmosphere lightened. Steve was easy going and began to entertain them with a series of anecdotes, which shortly led into descriptions of some of his sexual escapades. Abby encouraged him and the erotic tension began to rise, as did Burt's cock. Abby picked up a bowl of olives from the table, and offered them to Steve. After he had taken one, she offered them to Burt, who nervously declined, and then she looked into her husband's eyes. "Well, I fancy one," she said, "I'll have one of these black ones." With that she picked out a black olive and placed it between her lips, holding it there for a few seconds before sucking it into her mouth. Steve and Burt exploded in laughter. Abby took charge of the conversation. "I guess we better see what the room looks like," she said, "It's rented for all night." She leaned over and kissed Steve passionately, their tongues flicking together. They got up from the table to leave. Steve looked at Burt questioningly, "You are coming with us, aren't you?" he asked, sincerely. Burt looked at Abby. Would she be more comfortable with him at the bar, or watching? She nodded a "c'mon" look that answered the question.

A few minutes later the three of them were settled in the hotel suite, which included a large double bed, lounge area with comfortable sofa and chairs; and a luxurious bathroom. Steve was relaxing on the bed while Burt sat on one of the chairs. Abby fixed them drinks, stepped in front of Steve, and began dancing, swaying in front of him.

Abby climbed on the bed. "Well," Abby's voice broke the silence. "I suppose someone had better take the bull by the horns, so to speak. I want to be . . . fucked." And with that she began stroking Steve's cock as it bulged from his trousers. She turned her head to Burt and blew him a kiss as she winked. Abby put her arms behind her head and undid her halter top. With her hands she pushed out her breasts. Then off came the shorts. Abby was left on the bed in nothing but her heels.

Quickly Steve undressed and his massive erection sprang into open view. "Oh my god," said Abby, "You are bigger than what your picture showed. You are so fucking . . . big!"

Abby turned to Burt. "Now darling, I'm going to lick and suck this big black cock, and have Steve fuck me with it. That's what you wanted to see me do, isn't it?" Burt was stuck in his chair, unable to move, and could only nod his head yes. Then Abby's lips were sliding over Steve's helmet, stretching to accommodate his enormous girth, her cheek pushed obscenely out by his cock head. Abby started to bob slowly up and down on his prick, but could not get all of it in her mouth. Steve was groaning, and thrusting his cock as Abby continued to suck.

Abby pulled away from Steve and demanded, "Fuck me now!" Steve took his cock and gently began to rub it up and down her lips, making her gasp as it touched her clit. There was a slight forward movement as the cock head pushed into her hole, her lips distended round its massive girth. "Ooough" moaned Abby, "That's so fucking big . . . I can't believe it . . . its so fucking huge. Just shove it up me!"

Steve thrust and three inches slowly pushed up her tight hole. Abby had never had a cock this big, it hurt at first but she urged him on. Now six inches slid up into her. Then eight, then nine. "Oh God . . . God . . ." Steve grabbed her legs, lifting them up until they were hooked over his arms, with his hands gripping the top of her thighs. "You can get it all up, Abby," he said.

Abby responded with "Go on shove it up!" She pushed her hips forward to impale herself more deeply on his pole. That did it. It was in...all twelve inches.

They began to fuck in earnest, Steve thrusting powerfully, his large shaft disappearing up Abby's tight pussy. Burt could see between Abby's thighs as the shaft pushed in, and Abby's cunt lips spread to accommodate his enormous girth. Steve went into overdrive, grunting through clenched teeth, as he shortened his stroke "Here it comes baby. . . Oh yes here it cooooomes! Steve was ready to cum.

"Give it to me," Abby screamed, "I want your cum....breed me..." She turned to Burt, looking straight at him, with wide startled eyes, she shouted, "I can feel his cock twitching, he's ready to cum. Make.me. pregnant!" she screamed.

Hearing Abby shout the word pregnant roused Burt. My god, he thought, she's really going to let him cum inside her, and get her pregnant. Burt realized a baby was something he did not want, certainly a black man's baby. He stood up and rushed to the bed. But was he too late?