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Over on the wrong side of town, there’s this secluded park, right next to a nightclub. The club opens 11pm sharp, and for half an hour before then, the park’s filled with couples. You can hear them in the bushes, fucking like rabbits before the club opens. I guess they have nothing better to do besides screw each other in the bushes. Then, one minute past eleven, there won’t be a soul around. They all rush off to dance at that nightclub. Don’t believe me? Neither did my fiancee. My fiancee’s name is Katie.
“Come along then if you don’t believe me,” I said. Katie and I were lying in bed cuddling.
“I would’ve heard of it,” said Katie. “Remember, honey. I’m in a sorority.”
“This isn’t the kind of club fancy college girls visit,” I said.
That piqued her interest. “Let’s go tomorrow night,” she said. “I have to see it to believe it.”
So that’s how I ended up taking my sheltered rich white-girl fiancee to the wrong side of the train tracks. Imagine a girl like Katie walking around that seedy area, with her perfect skin and her perfect blonde hair. To make matters worse, she was NOT dressed appropriately. Her Ugg boots told the whole entire world she was a naive little college girl. Her halter-top showed more midriff than a white girl should show in that neighborhood. Worst of all, her yoga pants looked like they were painted onto her body. Good thing she had me, a big well-built rock-climber guy like me protecting her. Otherwise, this story might’ve ended quite differently.
We reached the park at 10:45pm. Some drunk black dudes were smoking pot by the entrance. They whistled and cat-called Katie as we walked past. I could tell Katie liked the attention. It doesn’t matter who the guy is, every girl loves a catcall. Katie almost never got that kind of attention around her PC-brainwashed college. Constant lectures about rape culture make campus life pretty boring for girls like Katie. I guess that’s why she was so eager to see the park when I told her about it. Hanging around the sterile university you’d think you were in a book by George Orwell. I always knew Katie had a wild side bottled inside her. Her eagerness to check out the park only further confirmed that. I squeezed her hand to remind her she was with me as I tugged her past her horny admirers. Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in the ivory tower any more.
Visually, the park looked deserted except for a couple making out on a park-bench. The girl was such a floozy you’d think she was a hooker, except her boyfriend was not the type with enough money to pay for sex. Seeing them making out must’ve got Katie excited, and she returned my little hand-squeeze. But the couple on the bench were not the main attraction. As I guided Katie around the perimeter, we were serenaded from the bushes. There must have been a dozen amorous couples making love in those bushes. They wouldn’t even stop when they heard your footsteps as you passed them. The bush would just keep shaking and the girl would just keep moaning. Katie’s hand was getting warmer in mine, my fiancee was obviously extremely turned on hearing these couples fucking in the landscape beside us.
Two minutes to eleven, couples started stumbling out of the bushes. If you looked close you could see guys zipping up their trousers. The club was opening, no-one wanted to be late. The deserted-looking park came to life with loving couples, drinking from hip-flasks as they made their way to the venue. Quick as they appeared, they were gone, probably already swiping EBT cards to pay the club’s cover charge. The air started vibrating from the club’s deep subwoofers (they were playing Funkadelic’s “Promental”). The nightlife had started and I guess Katie had too. I could feel her pulse as I held her hand, it was beating in time with the bass. My fiancee was excited.
“Fuck baby, that’s so hot,” said Katie. “Why haven’t you ever made love to me in public?”
She tugged me into the bushes one of the couples had emerged from. My fiancee was hornier than I was accustomed to. Who would’ve guessed she’d be into public sex? Twigs scraped me as my fiancee tugged me down on top of her. Imagine a sexy college girl like Katie wriggling out of her yoga pants underneath you. She was moaning obscenely, her women’s studies professor would mersin escort NOT have approved. The university-endorsed course of action would be for me to get a signed sexual consent form from my fiancee. But that’s not what I did, no sir. What would you do if a horny girl like Katie was thrusting her hips up against you, biting her lip waiting for you to take care of her? I whipped out my dick, I threw on a rubber and I fucking TOOK her right there in the dirt.
I never felt so alive as when I started pumping my fiancee in that park there, where anyone could walk right up and catch us. The bass from the club was so loud we wouldn’t even hear the footsteps if someone did come. Katie’s pussy was like an ocean, she was so horny and wet. She was craning her head up so she could bite my neck, that’s how turned on my girl was. Her hungry pussy was milking my dick greedily, the condom did almost nothing to stop me enjoying her love. The crisp open air on my buttocks unlocked an animal inside me. I would pull almost all the way out, hold still for an agonizing moment, then slam into her hard, making her grunt in delirious pleasure. I couldn’t even tell what was scratching me harder, the bush’s branches or my fiancee’s painted fingernails.
Katie didn’t cum. I strained to hold off my own climax, you know how hard it is when a dime like Katie is squirming beneath you. And I really don’t understand it. Katie and I make love all the time and she always cums first. As horny as she was that evening, she should have cum instantly. So imagine how confused I was when I couldn’t push my horny writhing lover over the edge. It’s not like I was inadequate or anything. Every time I thrust inside her, her whole body responded with pleasure. It was like climbing a mountain you’ve climbed many times, yet you can’t reach the summit, the mountain grows higher as you climb it. Finally, I could hold it no longer. Katie clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle my roar. I was in such a state of arousal I bit down on her hand. She was in such a state of arousal, she liked that. Finally I collapsed on her, my big athletic body crushing her into the dirt. We were breathing hard and I only noticed then how much we were sweating. What an adventure.
Katie and I sat up and she playfully punched me. “That isn’t very nice of you, leaving me unsatisfied,” she said. She started fingering herself. She was desperate to get her rocks off. Now, Katie is really into cum play, she loves rubbing my sperm all over her and it was just what she needed in a situation like this. So it was no surprise when she grabbed the used condom beside her and started rubbing it all over her mound. She was squeezing the rubber, getting nasty cum all over her labia, her clit, everywhere. There was just one problem. It wasn’t my rubber. By the time I realized I was still wearing mine, my fiancee had already rubbed some stranger’s entire load all over her pussy.
“Fuck,” I said, realizing the error and reaching to grab Katie’s hand.
“What?”
“That’s not my condom.”
“Fuck!” she said, flinging the rubber away like it was red hot. Then she got this real perverted, nasty look on her face. “Fuck,” she said, slower, and started rubbing herself harder. “I’m rubbing some other guy’s sperm on my pussy, sweetie,” she said. She had that tone of voice a girl only gets when she’s really horny. I was stunned for a second by the scandalous implications. Then my dick started getting real excited and horny.
“Yeah baby,” I said. “Rub that nasty sperm all over your pussy. Fuck, you’re so dirty.”
Katie didn’t need any encouragement. She was really getting into it, moaning like a perfect slut. Then she did something I really shouldn’t have permitted. She started pushing the stranger’s sperm into her pussy. It was so obscene. She was gathering dollops of this other dude’s DNA and pushing it inside her. Acting on a whim, I peered around, squinting to see in the darkness. A few feet away I spotted another used condom. I scooted over on my knees. I grabbed the other used condom and all I can say is whoever used it must’ve been an elephant. It was huge, I didn’t even know they made condoms that size. And it was a real treasure, filled with a huge load of thick, warm babyjuice.
“Fuuuuuck,” mersin escort bayan said Katie as soon as she saw it. There was no need to say another word, both of us knew what I had to do. My fiancee got down on her back and spread her legs. She lifted her sexy ass up, yoga pants straining tight around her knees. Her naughty little pussy was staring at me, pleading. And you know I love my girl’s fine little pussy. How could I deny that pussy what it craved so badly? With hands trembling, I pressed the condom against Katie’s opening. I started squeezing the cum out into her.
Yes, I know it was stupid. Yes, I know Katie wasn’t on birth control. Yes, of course I know she was ovulating. I’m an idiot, you don’t have to remind me. But trust me, under those circumstances, any loving man would do what I did. We were thinking with our genitals. The way Katie kept mewling and whimpering, I couldn’t stop myself if I tried. I emptied the whole damn condom in her fertile little pussy and I started fingering the little slut. She gasped in pleasure as she realized what I was doing. I was pushing my anonymous rival’s babymaking sperm deeper inside her. That opened the floodgates and Katie started cumming like crazy. I had three fingers inside her by this point, her pussy was just soaked with some other guy’s seed, and I could feel her pussy cumming all over my fingers. I could feel her womb sucking up that guy’s jizz. It must have been the biggest orgasm of Katie’s life, she just kept cumming and cumming. She flung herself at me, grasping me tightly, whole body shaking violently with pleasure. Finally she was done. We collapsed in the dirt together.
CHAPTER 2
Over on the wrong side of town, there’s this secluded park, right next to a nightclub. The club opens 11pm sharp, and for half an hour before then, the park’s filled with couples. You can hear them in the bushes, fucking like rabbits before the club opens. I guess they have nothing better to do besides screw each other in the bushes. Then, one minute past eleven, there won’t be a soul around. They all rush off to dance at that nightclub. My fiancee didn’t believe me at first, until I took her there in person and we did something really fucking nasty.
Neither one of us said one single word about that incident. We went home and we performed our routines as normal as ever. There wasn’t a single clue how naughty we’d been, except maybe Katie had a bit of a glow about her. Sure, we were hornier than usual. If you saw us you’d think we were real lovey-dovey, the way we kept touching each other. But you wouldn’t ever have guessed what a scandalous secret we shared.
As ten o’clock approached the next evening, Katie and I both started getting ready. We didn’t say a word about what we were even getting ready for. We both knew we were going back to that park. This time Katie wore a short denim mini-skirt. Fucking little tease, she was just begging for trouble.
The black guys at the entrance remembered us. “Welcome back pretty girl,” they said. We walked past them a little slower this time. Katie didn’t protest when one of them smacked her sexy butt. She just gave him a wink and wiggled her hips. I was floored, and the black guys all cheered.
“What’s gotten into you?” I hissed to Katie as we walked through the park. It was almost eleven and we could hear whimpers from the bushes.
“Hmmm,” said Katie, squeezing my hand. “What HAS gotten into me?”
A couple minutes before eleven, lovers started appearing from the bushes, eager to make their way to the nightclub. This time I paid closer attention to the men, sizing them up, I knew Katie was doing the same. With a little horror, I noticed most of them were black. I didn’t notice it before because the women were of all different races and I usually look at women first. But now that I was paying attention, there was hardly any guy there who wasn’t black. I glanced toward my fiancee searching for signs of alarm on her face but instead she had this wicked gleam in her eyes. I followed where she was looking. She was staring at this huge hunk who had just come out of the bush right in front of us. The man was at least 6’4″ and even in the dark you could see a huge bulge as he fastened his zipper. He was only escort mersin there an instant, then like everyone else, he strolled off to the nightclub.
“Did you see that guy’s girlfriend?” said Katie. She was already tugging me toward the bush he’d emerged from.
“No,” I said. “Did you?”
“You should’ve paid more attention,” said Katie. We had reached the bush and she was pulling me into it now. “That little bitch! She looked just like me.” Katie said it with a kind of indignation in her voice, like how dare that girl steal her looks.
As if out of consideration for us, Katie’s sperm donor had twisted his condom closed and tied it to one of the branches. I guess he must have been the same guy from last night, the condom was huge and my rival had filled it with an epic load. Katie was already getting herself in position, brushing rocks away and clearing a patch of dirt to lie down on. By the time I untied the condom, she was thrusting her hips up, one hand holding her panties aside to give me access to her pussy. I moved quick, before that filthy black cum had time to cool down. I pressed the lips of the condom gently against Katie’s slit. Katie sighed with delight feeling warm sperm inside her.
I had just emptied a rubber full of potent black sperm inside my fiancee. There was a very real chance I had just gotten her pregnant with a black baby. I was so fucking horny I couldn’t even see straight. I grabbed my own condom, considerably smaller than our black friend’s. I pulled out my dick and wrapped up, then I threw myself on Katie to take her. The sex this time was way different from the previous evening. Whereas the previous night, I couldn’t get Katie to climax, this time she started cumming as soon as I entered her. Not only that, but she kept on cumming, one orgasm after another. I wasn’t even fucking her that hard, I was purposely going easy because I was so excited I knew I couldn’t last long. I guess it wasn’t just my dick that was getting Katie off, it must’ve been the naughty thought that with every thrust I was pushing my rival’s sperm deeper inside her.
I was so excited thinking about that filthy black sperm filling up Katie’s unprotected womb, I started cumming real hard myself. I guess it was some kind of biological imperative, millions of years of evolution training me to reclaim Katie, to compete with the other man’s sperm. Of course in geological terms condoms have only been around for a blink of an eye, so all that biological programming was perfectly ignorant that my sperm was being wasted. My balls ached and strained, serving up every last drop to compete for Katie’s egg. My body kept on waiting for a signal from my brain, a signal to tell it, we did it, we inseminated the bitch. But that signal wouldn’t come, because my brain knew it was futile! So my body just got more and more excited. Even after my balls were drained I kept humping my fiancee, hugging her, biting her.
Katie and I were absolutely addicted. The park became our nightly destination. Every night Katie would take a load from some total stranger. We never talked about it, we just went about our days, studying, hanging out with friends, going out to eat, and we looked like the perfect loving couple. In the evening, without a word of planning, we’d go to our park to have a little fun. Katie’s favorite “partner”, that big 6’4″ black guy, wasn’t always there. Or if he was, he didn’t always leave a fresh condom. On those evenings Katie would pout and act real disappointed. There’s something strangely erotic about comforting your fiancee because she couldn’t get the sperm from the man that she wanted to. On those days we would use whatever used condom we could find instead. All in all I have no idea how many different lovers’ condoms I’ve emptied into Katie’s fertile womb. All I know for sure is, none of them were mine.
One day Katie texted me asking me to ditch class and come home. She wanted to talk and it sounded pretty serious. So I ducked out of calculus and ran home to meet her.
“Honey,” she said. “You know how you always wore a condom whenever we… you know…”
“Yeah?” I said.
“I think one of them might have broke,” she said.
“Why?” I said. “What’s up?”
“Honey,” she said. “I’m really late in my cycle.”
“You mean…?” I said.
“Honey,” she said. “I know you wanted to graduate first, but we might have to get married early. Darling, I think one of your condoms must have broken. Or maybe you got some precum in me, or something. Honey, are you happy? We’re going to have a baby!”
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