Wife discovers how many black babies in her and I get a fisting

At last we find how she got do many immigrant babies in her,

From the last story, the 2 young girls had fallen for the charms and orgasms of the incoming black immigrants to our town.
More and more, they are relentlessly pouring in over the water and no controls over it.
The lady townsfolk knew what this offered them. Word spread like wildfire in a small middle class community, and a mixture of do gooding liberalism, and female need for sex, which no white man could get close to, was making sluts out of the respectable ladies.

My wife Leanne, maybe the 1st to fall under the BBC spell. I’ve written much about her in the earlier stories. A quick update might help you fans of her though.
To bring you right up to date. She went with her big black stud the African stud to the maternity clinic. I now am not allowed in the meetings with them, as it was established I am not the father of her belly full of kids.
The last scan found she had multiple of his black bastards in her full womb. The new scan was to see how many now at 3 months into her pregnancy.
I was though as usual told to take them.
Leanne was looking rough the morning of the appointment with the middle aged lady doctor.
She had seen her before. The doctor had examined both me and the stud intimately. This to establish who was daddy. She was impressed with the size of the negro and amazed at the cum quantity and outstanding fertility. She’d oddly gone into a side room after he’d produced his sample; the bottle overflowing, for a ‘post examination of it’. When she returned a few moments later the bottle was mostly empty, just glazed with the sticky spunk?
Both my tiny, runny, watery drips in one labelled bottle and his former overfilled sticky sided bottle, still on top of her desk. Yet, for some reason she called him into a side room to do, ‘special paperwork?’ She said it was to do with his immigrant status and impending fatherhood with a national subject. Namely my Mrs.
She was gone about 15mins and returned looking a little flustered, wiping her lips. Her pink lipstick gone from her puffy lips? The real give away was a hurriedly smeared and badly wiped white wet stain on her blue dress, just below her ample cleavage.
The black master sauntered after her into the room, the front of his pants bulging. His huge milked shaft still hard and pulsing. His dick shaping the material.
I was now asked to sit in reception and no longer needed. The rest was now confidential between the doctor and then two.
At this appointment, now without me being allowed to be with my wife. Me sat in the reception, I had to wait until they told me what had been discussed. I knew the usual receptionist lady, she was the wife of my friend. She was being nosey though, and asking why had I not gone in? I did not answer and in the silence of no reply she made up,”I guess it’s sensitive, and your good lady is helping one of the poor men who are coming here, in need of medical assistance?” Then she uttered,” but today is maternity clinic with doctor Rebecca. Would that not include you Mr Smith? I see in the notes Leanne is 3 months pregnant.”
I did not know what to say across the now crowded waiting room. Most looked at me, expecting a reply.
“Erm, well yes. Well I think it’s to do with him as you say. I think he needs to know about his status as a new father here in our country. Which I vaguely realised could mean she was having his baby,” it was all I could think of under pressure.
She gave me a knowing grin back and said, “congrats. He’s a fine looking big man too. I’m sure he must be happy, along with your wife being able to help him.” Then winked.
A few waiting patients gossiped with each other, looking at me and waiting eagerly to see the pair return.
Fuck. The whole town was finding out what a lowly cuckold I am. Soon it would spread about me being made into TV Tracy too. As mush as I was trying to keep that quiet.

Eventually the 2 appeared and the good doctor came out with them.
Leanne was taken by a nurse for a scan and Massala into her private office.
Leanne reappeared 15 mins later with a photo.
The Blackman still taking up the doctor’s time.
She asked where was he. I silently pointed to the door, marked PRIVATE.
The photo still in its envelope on her stockinged legs. Not sure why, maybe curiosity got the better of me, I asked if I could see it. She pulled out of the envelope a grainy black and white image. She understood it and explained. Again, the waiting room getting ringside entertainment and our friend the receptionist listening,’all ears’.
She pointed at the black and white image and said, proudly,”so here, you see on the left are 2 babies. (She pointed at the same time to her puffy, white, fleshy pregnant bulge too. The swelling belly on display. Her pleated red mini skirt waistband now giving up any attempt to stay in place now, and rolling under her swelling belly full of new black kids). Her tight white halter vest top hugging her milk filling tittles, which bulged out under the stressed garment. "This is my fallopian tube. My egg was here waiting for sperm and it hit target lol. You see the right hand side is 2 more babies. The doctor said it’s very unusual, but she thinks these are twins. She is not sure why I make so many eggs at once? Maybe over stimulation of my uterus? She does though know how very fertile Mr.Massala is, and even the pill would be not good enough protection.
She said she could do a prescription for Magnum condoms in the future, if I was considering family planning after the births. She thinks there is a chance they will all be his sons and take his very black skin.” She proudly told me and yes, everyone listening.
The crowd were grinning at each other now.
She suddenly left me, rushing for the toilet to throw up. The doctor said she was being extra sick, as she had multiple babies in her. Making big demands in her womb.
Before she got back to me and clearly, we could hear wretching up in the toilets, the private door slowly opened. We heard muted giggling and the big man appeared. Very noticeable the dick in his pants down to his knee. She slipped out of the room too under his arm, as he held the door for her. Her black tights missing ? Where were they.
Leanne surfaced looking worn out from the violence of her vomiting. The doctor stepped towards her and looked in her eyes. She offered the prescription for the giant rubbers and anti-sick pills, walking back into the private room and came out with it in her hand.
The big man sat, looking at the doctor’s ample, mature ass. That big snake arching up on his right leg. I was sure it had released a good load into the medical lady. The lady who was now checking the pulse and blood pressure of my pregnant wife. She sat on a waiting room chair, doing her work. As he watched, his dick got thicker and longer in his pants. His hand gently touching her bum, as it spread either side over the hard plastic chair. She was too busy to notice him. I was sat opposite them and could frustratingly, only see a little way up her knee length dress.
As she reached for the pressure monitor to inflate it, she stretched over my wife. Her legs opened as she lost balance. Very noticeable at the top of her bare thighs, wet and sticky. The gue, overfilling her.
With the checks done Dr Rebbeca told her all was fine and just to take things easy. She was about to become huge and struggle to walk. Suggesting I should help more.
The big man, still interested in the docs ass grinned, his semi still active, twitching in his pants. She was aware of his attention and stood with her bum facing him. She was making it clear more of her was available for him.
Leanne struggled to get up. He next to her not helping, but drooling over the big mature ass of his latest cum filled lady. He was savouring the moments not long since he’d pissed his dirty spunk up her willing cunt. The cold cum now dripped onto her stylish kitten heeled shoes. No knickers or stockings to soak it up.
I helped my Mrs up and he just whispered something?

Once home I was ordered to make food, his favourite, Jerk chicken and rice.
They sat together in the kitchen and spoke about the babies. This made her horny and I noticed she was wanking him under the table. His eyes rolled as he devoured the food. She picked at it, looking very weak and pale after her sickness. She lost interest in the food snd dropped to her knees under the table. Out of view now, but the big man’s face said everything, still eating and spunking a big load of protein into her.
I was ordered to go and dress and make up. Although my stud was away, out of town, the TV Sex 'contact page', they had put me on had gone wild at new photos, and a gent was calling in the afternoon. I assumed a black man, but no, a tall well built guy, working here for a while in a steel mill.
Again, she had pretended to be me online and left the string of messages…

Jim- hello love, love your pics
Me- oh thanks honey you are so kind to say so
Jim-what u into then sweety
Me-oh, straight to the point. Well sucking love
Jim-fuck yeah. I’ll take that
Me- ok, I’ll do you nice
Jim-nice? You’ll do as you are told bitch
Me-oh, sorry Sir. I will be a good girl for you
Jim- no, you fucking won’t
Me- I’ll be your cheap slut for you Sir
Jim- yes, you fucking will you dirty bitch. Check out my photos.
Me-fuck, your a big man
Jim- yeah, like what you see? Check out my spunking video
Me-oh wow that is a big load honey. Are you fertile then?
Jim- yep. Lots of kids. Married 3 times and fucking the cleaner at the mill
Me- what you want me for?
Jim-I’m going up your asshole love. You see that big load I fired up that tall mirror to the top , and all running down. Well, that’s a load Ive got for your cheap fuck hole and gonna enjoy it. I’ll fire up your ass and it will spunk out your mouth lol. Want you in that red baby doll. Bare legs, except black thigh garters. Bare feet. Like toe sucking. No knickers. Cage. Tiny red bra. Long blonde wig. Cheap blue eye shadow. Red lippy. Very pale foundation.
I’m gonna gimp you. Tie you. Dildo you. Leather strap your tiny pert ass cheeks red raw.
Me- oh, quite a list. Do you do this to ladies?
Jim- you fucking crazy. I don’t abuse ladies.
Me-ok. Anything else?
Jim- yeah. Get this in. ( think he’d held his fist up at this point?) she pretending to be me said ,” yeah, easy.”

I looked offline at his frequently shown cupped fist, and like a steel worker, it was the size of my head. A very big working man.

The door bell buzzed continuously as if someone was leaning onto it. I could see from the lack of light in the hallway he was a huge unit of a man.
I had all he wished for on, dressed for him, under my silk dressing gown and fluffy pink heeled slippers. My tiny bra was cutting into my breasts, which now were a true 32B. The cups increasing. My pink cage easily containing my tiny cock.
I opened the door nervously and he entered, checking me out. Looking down on me and scanning what he saw. His gaze said very hard sex. Pointing his lips he grabbed me and kissed my red lippy nearly off my lips. His huge tongue forced in my mouth like a big wet bell end.
We went into the living room
His shovel hands flicked up my silk dressing gown and rested on my bare ass cheeks, under the baby doll. The middle digit of each hand working into my ass hole. My hole lubing itself with excitement.
He moaned out, I was feeling his hard shaft under my tits.”You fucking dirty whore. You letting those niggas do you. I’m gonna give you a piece of big white dick bitch”.
His fingers played. Pulling me wide, then slamming me shut. His shaft responded, getting bigger and harder.
I slipped the gown off and he admired the red doll outfit.
He was still dressed in work clothes. He said he’d just finished his shift and was sweaty smelling and the smell of his steel factory.
I was commanded onto the floor. I had to kiss his dusty huge work boots. Then look up and call him boss. He told me to reach up and feel his dick outside his thick work pants. The thing was so thick and long. It ran across the whole width of his thick thigh. His shorts straining to contain him. The bell end stood out firmly. I unbuttoned his fly and inside a pair of thin boxer shorts. The shorts smelled of dry spunk. The dried spunk splattered material almost cracking as I ran my tiny hand over it. This man was more than full, obviously leaking through the day. I undid his thick leather belt and pulled the heavy pants down onto the boots. His thighs as thick as my waist and muscle upon muscle. The shorts were very tight indeed. His thick dick full of dark blue veins that bulged through the material as if the material was a 2nd skin. Hi bulbous bell end nicely encased in a huge foreskin wrapper. Even the veins on that were big and thick also poking through.
I kissed along the shaft and stopped at his glans. The wet cotton inviting my tongue to sample the eager pre-cum he was dripping into the shorts. He’d been dripping for sometime by the mess in his pants. The manly smell amazing.
“Get my dick out bitch,” he ordered.
He stood arms on hips. I‘d peeled the worked pants down, now the stained shorts and his dick nearly knocked me out. It flew forwards hard punching my jaw. I pulled back to admire the big man’s jewels. Any lady after initially being a little timid of this monster prick, would love him, at least wanting to breed with him.
I held him proudly forwards. My hand only half way around its girth. Very heavy member, making my arm ache. My other hand fishing the purple bell end out of its huge yellowy white veined foreskin. My fingers trapped between the two, but lubed by his spunk. Using both hands I rolled him back. The purple helmet and permanently open cock slit at my pleasure. Silvery spunk shimmered in the slit. The bell end nicely glazed with it too. My tongue made a decision to slurp in the wide slit . It made my tongue sticky and as much as I dipped into the fertile gue he delivered it for me. Amazing taste. Thick, musky, 100% fertile cum. My ass hole was twitching now too. He just looked down and throbbed his dick. Each pulse let his spunk bubble out. I was on his helmet now. Phew, it took some getting into my mouth. The slippery cum helped. My teeth were cutting into his hot glans. This seemed to excite him more. I cupped one huge testicle in each hand. Both full and massive. Nice tight ball sack too. I pumped each one, like milking a big bull. Every few pumps and he let go. Not sure he wanted to, but the pressure on his balls pumped up spunk. Each dick shot made him moan a little, as the flying sperm bit his dick. I swallowed like a good girl should. Some of his shots like musky chewing gum. His jizz red hot.The thick wads pleasured him the most.
His big hand reached down and covered mine, pumping his big ball sack. The whole hand took, 2 big full balls, sack and my hand. He squeezed so hard, my hand was being crushed. He groaned deep and out shot a huge thick rope string of cum. It made me gag and cough. What a huge load Tracy had to take. I was being over filled, and could not eat it fast enough to keep up with his needy spurting. My cheeks swole, eyes bulged and salty cum came down my nose. His other hand nipped in my foundation make up, made up cheeks, also squeezing his bell end as it spit spunk. His breathing deepening. He is a monster of a white man.
Still spurting he pulled out of my full gob. I was spun around and put over his knee. His hot spunk fired a little over my exposed ass cheeks, and felt it running warm then cool over them. The cool feel did not last as his big palm came crashing down on my left buttock, then right. It was painful and stung my tiny ass. He kept on smacking and calling me a 'dirty whore, nigga meat and hooker'. My white flesh was no more. Red raw and throbbing. After 10 mins of continuous smacking, I felt the 1st fat finger wander up my hole. Then another, and another.
Wow, his fingers were so thick. It was stretching me with just a few inserted. It was smack, new finger, smack, new finger, until all 4 were in me and making my cunt stretch long and tight. He concentrated now on sticking his thumb up me too, spitting into my hole. I moaned and wriggled as it was in pain. His fist was trying to visit my big hole, but this was too big for me.
My head was dangling down and wig hair on the carpet. I was holding myself on my outstretched palms and my arms aching.
Then he told me to reach up and pull my ass cheeks apart. As I did I slid further over his big thighs and my head hit the carpet. The baby doll ran down my waist and over my head.
The big powerful steel worker, used to working with his hands was at ease with his fist work.
I could tell he enjoyed fisting, when he had a chance, he took it. He never fisted ladies. He liked to see TV‘s fist fucked though.
He told me a tarts ass hole needs using and abusing. He was certainly doing just that. His hand was stuck on the knuckles and my anal ring refused to open wider.
"Be a good fukin tart and open up for your daddy then. Come on that’s it,“ he said lightly, while shoving hard. "Only my knuckles to get in and you’ll be gushing and cummin. Work harder bitch. Pull that slut hole wider.“
I was thrashing about. Oooh, the pain in my ass hole was intense. I tried to get up, but when his other hand was not slapping me he pushed me back down, or pulled my legs apart. The knuckles were ripping my tight ring and digging in. Then corkscrewing he was sinking deeper, my hole squirted and farted anal cum to lube the big fist.
I shouted out,“ please Mr. No more, please. I can’t take it. Your ruining me.. please STOP.“
He just laughed, smacked and pushed, playing his dirty game. He was at the widest point, my legs kicking, my feet lost the furry slippers, kicked off with bucking, caused by his big fist fucking.
Thump and whoosh. In went the entire clenched fist. He told me he was handy with this big mit and cracked a few wankers with it in his time. I think he meant in fist fights though. I was now living with that weapon inside me. Once in it had more room to play, going easier now , and I was about to orgasm, a huge one. I went all limp and my ass hole convulsed. His fist now pumping deeper and noisily, as the anal cream was whipped up and lubed the big man paw.
I tried to stop him, reaching around, grabbing his wrist. But his power was too much. I could feel the hairs on his thick wrist sliding deeper into my hole. As I gasped, I could taste his spunk that had now settled in my tummy. I belched air and tasted his sperm.
It was the hugest thing ever to be up my ass hole. I imagined I was like Leanne in a few months stretching her blacked cunt wide, for her immigrant stud‘s kids to slide out of her. Except this was ripping my anal sphincter. I tried in vain a numbering times to relax it. It was making me come when his fist was inside me. Like the biggest shit I’d ever have and huge spasm orgasms. Even my tiny cock slit was leaking thin semen. My hole spat its own anal lube out as he pumped me hard. I felt my ripped sphincter pouting and opening, as if trying eat his thick forearm, which was plunging deeper. My hole like a prostitute‘s mouth with no teeth, sucking and blowing a fat dick.
Though my insides were raw, he was sinking deeper. One arm under my hips. The other a human flesh, working man dildo. I could feel his elbow closing in on my buttocks and I orgasmed hard. Oh, nothing was meant to be this big and long inside a poor slut.
With his power, he pulled me to my bare feet and stayed behind me. His penetrating arm clamped by my anal muscles.
"You enjoying it my love?“ he asked, rotating his clenched fist.
I was biting my lip and trying not to scream out.
"Shall we try this honey pie,“ he laughingly said.
I stumbled out nonsense as my insides ached with the brutes filling.“What? Wwwwhat you mean, honey….arrrghhh.“
"Oooh, your big boy means this,“ he tripped out quickly, then whoosh. His big fist, now a fixture in my wet insides punched forward and bulged my tummy out.
I looked around at him. He had a glint in his eyes. His tongue drooling, his dick vertical and solid. My look was more washed out, my mascara running with the tears, my lippy smudged over my cheeks and feeling pale. My body weakened by the man’s power over me. At the same time my anal orgasms were coming fast and intense. I way quivering and shivering not just with his thrusts, but also his huge size embedded in me.
"Waaah…..go on, there. Yeaaaaah. Look now love,“ he light heartedly said as I punched forwards.
"Oooo, ooooo, oooooooo, love. It’s too much, please,“ I cried out, holding my fisted belly. Feeling how hard that fist was. Feeling the fat knuckles, each penetrating outwards, and rubbing up and down my bellybutton, inside me. The whole big man’s hand fitting just between my hips.
My ass creamed itself and his big fist slipped about in me. It made sucking and farting noises, as it punched deeper and pulled back. The big knuckles appeared and disappeared.
He brought me to the end of the sofa arm. Still impaled, like a glove puppet. He sat heavy into the seat, his forearm near vertical on the hard upholstered arm. His command was to ride his arm to the elbow, all the way past his tattoos.
My ass hole was now so stretched and he’d ripped me too. It had been pain and sore, but now I wanted it all the time in me.
I glanced to the side and back. His big man work pants around his ankles, hiding half his work boots. His huge fat, long white and pink veiny dick stood vertical. I could see spunk running down the shaft. His gaze fixed on my hole full of the brutes hand.
"Ride it bitch. Ruin your nigga-meat asshole," he commanded.
I puffed the hole as much as I could open, relaxing my spinchter. I could feel that I was sinking slowly. My thighs wobbled in this stressful crouch. If I stopped his free right hand dealt with my ass cheeks. I was nearly there. A bit of wriggling and I was sat all the way down. As soon as I landed he drilled left the right. The big fist bulging under my ribs. He was wanking now and I was cumming deep in my ass.
I was hooked. After the pain of entry, once in me, he pleasured me. The big hard arm was mine. I sat back and my hair tickled his hairy chest. The arm stayed vertical so my skin moulded around its shape. I stroked the big fist and tried to hold it, too big though. The sight
kinky as it was made me squirt a big anal load of cream around his elbow noisy. As I did he shouted out. Firing a strong jet of cum over my head and landing on my red baby doll .
I slowly rose off of his fist, the wider part not as painful now on the way out. The whole arm looked like a new born, all cream covered.
He approved of my new massive gape, slapping my ass. He told me to put a g-string on and took pics. I was bent over. The gape was huge and the string just a thin white line up the middle. Next pics of me sucking him clean.
He checked the time and dressed. Pulled me up and kissed me, saying he’d be back.