Is She or Isn’t She? Part Sixteen

Copyright Deni Wom 2004

Staci was out like a light. She lay in a heap on top of bobbi’s legs and chest, her bottom and stuffed pussy hidden from her husband’s view by Wendell’s buttocks. Unfortunately, Wendell had landed smack on top of bobbi, his black buttocks being spread by bobbi’s chin. Bobbi’s mouth was held captive by Wendell’s tight black pucker. Bobbi’s nose was divoted in between Wendell’s cheeks. The combined weight of Staci and Wendell had snared both his arms, and he could not move them. Wendell’s soft scrotum was hanging over bobbi’s chin and caressed his neck as they swung gently.

Wendell was breathing hard, and seemed oblivious to how he had captured bobbi as he came to rest after riding bobbi’s wife down as she passed out.

Bobbi’s mouth could feel Wendell’s anus spasming slightly as his huge black cock rested inside bobbi’s wife’s widely spread pussy.

Wendell rested there, watching his hugeness resting inside the white woman’s stretched vaginal opening. Wendell knew he was crossing that emotional point beyond which he would have a hard time doing what he had agreed to do for her. Their hours of emails and messenger chats had arrived at the plan they had finally set in gear tonight. He knew that he had to carry through on his part, but he also admitted as he sat there watching her tiny body splayed open and stretched around his penis, that his growing feelings for her were going to make it exceedingly difficult to complete. He thought back to a year before when he had said his heart wrenching goodbyes to his cancer stricken wife. Wendell had flash backs of the many, many happy times, and then the unbearably sad times toward the end. He thought about the prodigious debt she had left him with. The interest ticker was running on over two hundred forty thousand dollars in medical debt. ‘My god,’ he thought, ‘how could only a few months a cancer treatment possibly be costin’ that much?’

Still, he would have done it again for his beloved wife. His only real regret was that it had been for nothing. His beautiful Moisha had died in even less time than the doctors had originally given her. The doctors had given her ten months, but she had been dead in eight and a half. The last few months had been so unbearably stressful for him, the debt mounting, her health declining rapidly. He had spent so much time at the hospital and caring for her, that he had lost his high paying project manager’s job. Well, that was water under his rickety bridge.

Then he had been chatting on the cancer victims support group. He and Staci had somehow struck up a conversation. It was not until a month later, after many hours of emotionally wrenching conversation, that he discovered why she was even on line there. At first, she had asked so many questions about how he was handling his grief, what would have helped, and what he would have done differently if he could do it again. He had received a lot of emotional support from her. She was so empathetic that for awhile he wondered if she might know him in real life.



Wendell was regaining his breath now after the intense effort of trying to pile drive his massive cock into this beautiful white woman’s tight and muscular cunt. Even now he could feel her vaginal muscles rippling slightly as she breathed softly in her unconscious bliss.

Wendell could not believe the plan they had cooked up! And so far it was going perfectly. He admitted to himself that he knew Bob almost as well as if he had grown up with him. Staci’s description of her husband had been so incredibly accurate, . . . . how he would respond, what he would do, how he would feel. Wendell only hoped that her decisions as to how to handle what was coming was as perfectly accurate as she had been so far. Deni had certainly been a huge helping cooking up their plan.

Wendell had laughed so hard that he had almost fell off his chair when she told him how she was going to start out this whole charade. The very idea of her cooking up tapioca leaving out the vanilla and salting it to simulate a man’s cum had tickled him so much he had almost forgotten his grief for awhile. Wendell wished that the need to meet Bob’s needs over the coming events could be done in a different way than they had agreed on, but it would not have met his own needs any other way. And it would not have allowed her to live her fantasies. Wendell felt so strongly about how important that was. Staci had met her cyber lover Deni on line long before he and she had met, and started cooking up their devious little fantasy laden plans. Wendell and Deni and Staci had over time become incredibly close, and had participated in many cyber sex trysts as they schemed their way through their devious plans. Wendell admitted to himself that he would love to fuck Deni in real time. He grinned as he remembered the first time he had shown Deni and Staci his black cock on his web cam.

Staci stirred, moaning in her half conscious state. Anxiously Wendell asked “You be OK, Boo?” Wendell’s voice was soft and tender as he looked at his best friend rousing from her violent cummings. What a remarkable woman he thought. She reminded him so much of the pluck that his own beloved wife exhibited during their twenty two years of mostly blissful marriage. He could feel the muscles in her strong delicate pussy rippling as she began to move. It would have been so easy to just let go and cum in her pussy right now. But that was not the plan. And they had sworn to each other to execute their plan.

“Yeah baby. I’m OK. …………. My god, I love fucking! I love cumming too, now that it is being talked about.” She laughed her deliciously musical laugh. “Thanks to Deni for teaching me to enjoy my body! God she is a genius! Wendell, I can hardly wait for us to email her about this baby! God she will get so turned on and we will fuck all over again! God Wendell, maybe we should take a trip and go fuck her baby. What do you think?”

“Damn straight Boo! I’s jus thinking dat zact thing! Wou’n’t she be somethin to fuck Boo?”

“Well Wendell honey, we are going to find out,…..deal baby?”

“Ah be up wit dat Boo!”

Bobbi noticed that he was not included in the invitation. But then he could not say anything in protest, because his mouth was gagged by Wendell’s asshole.

Staci slowly sat up, pivoting on Wendell’s cock as she moved. Wendell moved with her, and finally Bobbi could again move his arms, and his mouth. “Damn it Stac……………….” Wendell had sat back down on his mouth.

“Ah had him shut up fo a minute der, Boo. Shall Ah stay like dis?”

Staci peeked around Wendell’s hips and started laughing so hard she fell off of her husband’s chest. Wendell’s cock popped out of her cunt with a loud “THWAUCK!”

She and Wendell then both started laughing so hard they could not talk. Slowly their mirth turned to gasping chuckles. Bobbi was mystified as to what they found so damn funny.

“Wendell, you better let bobbi up for a bit honey. We’ve lost our hard won progress any way! Going to have to start all over again! God Wendell, when we planned all this, I had no idea how much fun it was going to be!”

Wendell got up. Bobbi’s mouth began to spew his discontent. Wendell sat back down. Wendell took a deep breath, than began his lecture to his ‘younger brother.’ “Bobbi ma boy, you gots to learn respect son. What you think be goin on here any way? Yo think this be bout Staci? Or ‘bout me? No asshole. Dis be all bout yo. Now Ah knows you don’t know dat, but trust me ma boy, dis be all bout yo. ALL bout YO bobbi. So shut da fuck up and learn. Learn how to love yo wife boy, fo it be too late! Learn how da world don’t be rotatin’ ‘round yo ass. Learn der be lots of people dat need lovin. Learn der be lots people dat need YO love. Grow up, bobbi ma boy, cause rawt now, yo be actin like you be two years old. Now don’t say nottin again till it be somthin worth us hearin. Yo hear me boy?” Wendell waited a bit then asked again. “Bobbi, you hear me, or do a gots ta sit here till yo passes out fom lack a air?”

Reluctantly Bobbi nodded his head. Wendell slowly got up, looking down at bobbi lying under his black butt. He heard no sound, so Wendell stood on up. Staci came over to Wendell, put her arms around his neck, and again kissed him deeply with great feeling. She stopped briefly, climbed up on the weight bench, then again kissed her black lover allowing her perfect white breasts to caress his black curly-haired chest, her hands caressing his muscular back. After some time, she looked down at bobbi lying there watching them kissing. “So, bobbi, you done fighting me on this? Are you ready to watch me be bred black honey? Are you ready to watch Wendell cum inside my fertile little pussy? Are you ready to watch me cum and cum until I am out of my mind as he fucks into me again with his huge black cock? Are you ready to watch his huge cock and balls start to pulse and wriggle as Wendell starts to cum way up deep inside my body , impregnating me? Making me pregnant with his black sperm, making me pregnant with a tiny little black baby?”

“Why are you doing this Staci?” Bobbi’s face was set in a pout.

“Are you ready to listen ……… REALLY listen Bobbi? Are you ready to stop filtering out what I am saying if it is not what you want to hear?”

Bobbi’s face was still set in a fiercely defensive appearance.

“Well, bobbi, your loss. Wendell, tie him down again please. Tie his legs to the legs of the bench, spread out wide, and his hands behind his head. He is not willing to be a part of what we need, so he gets none of it, right Wendell?”

Wendell grinned as he retied bobbi.

Staci lay back down on her back, on top of her husband’s chest, her pussy just below his chin. Wendell again straddled the bench with bobbi between his legs. Wendell pulled Staci closer to bobbi’s mouth. “Lick an tongue yo wife’s ass-ho ma boy, whal Ah fuck you wife’s lil white pussy full a ma cum. When Ah cums in her, you goin ta lick ma A’hoe too, bobbi ma boy.”

Wendell again placed the plump head of his thick cock against Staci’s little pussy lips, then gently eased himself inside her, sliding in until he was buried as deeply into her as he was before. Bobbi was amazed how much more easily Wendell reentered his wife this second time. Wendell then paused and considerately allowed her body to re-accustom itself to his massive intrusion.

“Lick her bobbi!” Wendell’s order was dripping with authority. With reluctance, bobbi began to lick his wife’s tight little asshole.

Wendell began to move his blackness in and out of her body ever so slowly. Staci’s eyes, looking down over her breasts, were glued to the spectacle of her white body accepting the huge blackness that protruded from the lower abdomen of her wonderfully supportive friend. “OH GOD Wendell, I love watching your black cock fucking in and out of me honey. When we were first talking about his, I had no idea how wonderful this would feel. But my god Wendell, this is incredible! GOD! And I am thirty three years old and I just now discover what fun sex can be.”

Bobbi’s ears pricked up when he heard her mention her age. He logged the information away where he could readily retrieve it again when needed.

“Wendell, …… god baby, I can hardly wait until my birthday gang-bang honey. God, to think I will have so many huge black cocks fucking my body for hour after hour.” Staci’s voice was beginning to waver while again she moved toward orgasm, and as she thought about her fantasy list. Bobbi wondered what she meant by “on her birthday.” ‘When is her birthday?’ he asked himself.

“So Boo, how many yo want der baby?”

“Well, hmmm, I have already invited two men, their names are LeRoy and Wade, the guys we saw at the club we were at tonight. You know the one I danced with and let feel me up till I came? And the other guy that I jerked off while we were sitting at the table when bobbi went to the bathroom? Those two guys. You got that on the video, right?” Wendell nodded his head. “And bobbi has a black friend. I have seen his cock get hard when he was at the house one evening. It is huge baby. So he will probably come over, he tried to feel me up that night. Bobbi, did you know that baby? Your buddy Stephen tried to feel me up when you went potty that night? I let him play with my tits honey. I even felt his cock through his shorts baby. It is huge. Want to suck it honey? I bet I can get Stephen to let you suck him off if I promise to let him fuck me. What do you think bobbi? Want to suck your good buddie’s big black cock off? I bet he cums a huge bunch of cum baby. Think we should let him be our kid’s daddy honey?”

Bobbi felt his all ready bad day take a decided turn for the worse. His buddies are feeling up his wife’s tits right in his own house? While he is just down the hall? And Staci is encouraging them? Well shit, why am I worrying about that, she is talking about fucking them!’ Bobbi could not envision how it could get any worse than this.

“Keep licking her lil ass ho bobbi! An start sticking yo tongue inside her lil pucka ho. Lick ma cock shaft too while Ah fucks her. You hear me bobbi? Lick ma shaft an balls good now, ya hear?” Bobbi redoubled his efforts.

Staci was still watching Wendell’s cock as it slowly worked its way deeper and deeper into her needy fertile pussy. She was now raising and lowering her cunt to facilitate his entry. Her face was becoming more and more the face of a woman that needs desperately to cum. Wendell could see her need, and began to thrust harder, forcing his cock deeper into her sodden cunt.

OHhhhhhhhhhhhh god Wendell honey! I need you to cum in my pussy baby! God I can hardly wait to feel a real man’s cum fill me with his huge cums and fill my pussy with the his potent cum that breeds me to have black babies.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh god Wendell. I want to feel your cums honey. Wash my pussy with your cums baby. Yeah fuck that fucking cunt baby, like that yes . . . . . . hard, . . . .. YES! fuck that cunt . . . . . . . fuck it hard! OH god bobbi, he is so fucking deep inside meeeeeeee. Goooood babyyyyy, I am so fucking full of fuck cock. Oh god, look I can see his cock shape clear up in my tummy bobbi. Wendell’s cock is clear up in my tummy fucking my cunt deep baby! OOOh fuck, I have a cock fucking the bottom of my belly button. Look bobbi, my tummy goes out every time Wendell’s cock fucks into me. Oh god damn fuck oh shiiiiiiiiiiiit , god damn bobiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, am going to cummmmmmmmmmm, . . . . . god the last inch baby!!!!!!!!!!! Oh god one more inch then I have all of it fucked up me, ……. Oh god bobbi, I have taken it all bobbiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii . . . . . . . !” Staci began to buck and fuck as hard as her little body could as she exploded into a screaming wail of cumming.

Bobbi could feel Wendell lower his body as Wendell continued to rut his wife with all his animal strength deep into his wife’s fertile cunt. Wendell’s balls began to ride back and forth on bobbi’s face as Wendell fucked in and out of bobbi’s wife’s stuffed cunt. Bobbi stuck his tongue out and just allowed the wetness that was flooding from Staci’s body coat his face, dripping and flailing from Wendell’s prodigious hardness as he felt Wendell’s balls begin to pump. They hardened as they pulsed. Bobbi’s tongue felt huge gobs of sperm pass through the large channel on the base of Wendell’s hardness as they passed his tongue on their way toward his wife’s pussy, his wife’s waiting, ready, needy, spread-beyond-belief pussy. They were heading into her with one mission, to breed his white wife with Wendell’s black baby.

Bobbi heard himself scream “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”