| Author: | CJ Edwards | ISBN: | 9781311570321 |
| Publisher: | Erotic Dreams | Publication: | June 10, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | CJ Edwards |
| ISBN: | 9781311570321 |
| Publisher: | Erotic Dreams |
| Publication: | June 10, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
After being impregnated by Erol and his Barbadian friends, housewife Maggie, her best friend Anthea, her daughter Tessa and Tessa's best friend Jane had all had bouncing black babies. A few months later, they are sitting together in Maggie's lounge when there's a familiar knock at the door. Their initial resistance is quickly overcome when Erol plays an explicit DVD that could ruin all of them and pretty soon it's business as usual, as he ravages all of the gorgeous women in turn, with the help of his bi-sexual partner in crime, Marcie.
The realisation that all four of the girls are weaning and producing an abundance of creaming milk gives Erol an idea and that evening, they are prepared for a legion of hungry black mouths, suckling at their over-flowing bosoms.
Extract:
For the next ten minutes or so, the women watched open-mouthed at the most hard-core porno any of them had seen by a long chalk. And they were the stars. It was a montage of everything that had happened to them, from the girls’ drug-enhanced orgy and Maggie’s innocent tryst with her husband on her hotel balcony, right up to Erol and Marcie’s trip to the UK, where they continued their sexual exploitation of the women and included Anthea. As the film played, the under-current was clear. If this was released, it could potentially ruin all of them. Anthea’s role as a society hostess and civic leader would be fatally compromised for a start and the two teenagers would find professional work very difficult. As usual, Erol had the four women exactly where he wanted them.
“That porno’s made me horny,” Erol exclaimed. “Let’s have a party.” Marcie appeared from Maggie’s kitchen with several bottles in her hands and Erol produced a tobacco tin. “Time for the ganga,” he smiled.
“Don’t you want to see your babies, Erol?” Maggie said sweetly in an attempt to change the agenda.
“I don’t do babies,” Erol replied. “Jus’ make them,” he grabbed his crotch crudely with his big white smile.
“Someone needs to look after the babies,” Marcie said suddenly in a moment of clarity.
“It’s my turn,” said Tessa. “I’ll go.” She quickly scuttled out of the door.
The women were soon two vodkas down and drawing on the fat joints Erol had already prepared. Anthea had never tried any sort of recreational drugs in her life and was totally unprepared for what it was going to do to her. Pretty soon she was burbling nonsense and slurring her words. Marcie smiled at Erol. “I think I’m gonna look after this mommy-slut,” she said. Sitting next to Anthea, she took her face in one hand and kissed her passionately, before beginning to unbutton her blouse.
“Your tits have grown girl!" Erol exclaimed as Anthea’s bra came off, to expose her firm, pale breasts and big pink areolae to the room.
Marcie dipped her head down to the inviting nipples and quickly came back up again. “This bitch is making milk,” she exclaimed. “And it’s good shit, man!”
After being impregnated by Erol and his Barbadian friends, housewife Maggie, her best friend Anthea, her daughter Tessa and Tessa's best friend Jane had all had bouncing black babies. A few months later, they are sitting together in Maggie's lounge when there's a familiar knock at the door. Their initial resistance is quickly overcome when Erol plays an explicit DVD that could ruin all of them and pretty soon it's business as usual, as he ravages all of the gorgeous women in turn, with the help of his bi-sexual partner in crime, Marcie.
The realisation that all four of the girls are weaning and producing an abundance of creaming milk gives Erol an idea and that evening, they are prepared for a legion of hungry black mouths, suckling at their over-flowing bosoms.
Extract:
For the next ten minutes or so, the women watched open-mouthed at the most hard-core porno any of them had seen by a long chalk. And they were the stars. It was a montage of everything that had happened to them, from the girls’ drug-enhanced orgy and Maggie’s innocent tryst with her husband on her hotel balcony, right up to Erol and Marcie’s trip to the UK, where they continued their sexual exploitation of the women and included Anthea. As the film played, the under-current was clear. If this was released, it could potentially ruin all of them. Anthea’s role as a society hostess and civic leader would be fatally compromised for a start and the two teenagers would find professional work very difficult. As usual, Erol had the four women exactly where he wanted them.
“That porno’s made me horny,” Erol exclaimed. “Let’s have a party.” Marcie appeared from Maggie’s kitchen with several bottles in her hands and Erol produced a tobacco tin. “Time for the ganga,” he smiled.
“Don’t you want to see your babies, Erol?” Maggie said sweetly in an attempt to change the agenda.
“I don’t do babies,” Erol replied. “Jus’ make them,” he grabbed his crotch crudely with his big white smile.
“Someone needs to look after the babies,” Marcie said suddenly in a moment of clarity.
“It’s my turn,” said Tessa. “I’ll go.” She quickly scuttled out of the door.
The women were soon two vodkas down and drawing on the fat joints Erol had already prepared. Anthea had never tried any sort of recreational drugs in her life and was totally unprepared for what it was going to do to her. Pretty soon she was burbling nonsense and slurring her words. Marcie smiled at Erol. “I think I’m gonna look after this mommy-slut,” she said. Sitting next to Anthea, she took her face in one hand and kissed her passionately, before beginning to unbutton her blouse.
“Your tits have grown girl!" Erol exclaimed as Anthea’s bra came off, to expose her firm, pale breasts and big pink areolae to the room.
Marcie dipped her head down to the inviting nipples and quickly came back up again. “This bitch is making milk,” she exclaimed. “And it’s good shit, man!”
