1 comments/ 13278 views/ 1 favorites Dream Man By: Boadicea The man of my dreams is faceless. He is strong and confident. His arms and back, slightly toned with muscle. He moves with the easy grace of a known predator. I never see his face, only his eyes. In them I see his arousal, his determination, and the knowledge that on some primitive level, I want him. He approaches me from behind, while I stand, critically examining my face in the mirror. In the few minutes before he comes to me, I think that the picture I see is plain, unattractive. What I see is someone who nearsighted, her half-Asian features that are more strange than exotic, her dark, fine hair, more dull than alluring. Without the polish of make-up, she's not worth a glance on the street. Not worth so much as a mercy fuck. He moves towards me slowly, telling me with his eyes that he sees past the clothes. Sees past the glasses. Sees the past the gloom. With no more than a look, he tells me that he wants me, craves me, and that what he sees in the mirror is far from what I see. What he sees a woman; a flesh and blood being, who craves the primitive contact he can give her. He never speaks, never makes a sound, so sure of himself that he lets his eyes and body do the talking. When he reaches me at last, he stands, just behind me, looking at me in the mirror. He waits before he makes his move, watching my breasts rise and fall with every breath. I'm caught in his eyes. Caught in that strange feeling between arousal and agitation. I'm still not sure it's happening to me. Yet on some deeper level, I know it is. I can feel myself breathing deeper, feel his eyes on my breasts as they rise and fall. Slowly, his strong beautiful hands settle on my shoulders. My eyes are open, watching his every move, the mix of arousal and agitation getting stronger by the second. I don't dare move. I am caught. Fascinated. Unable to think. One hand slides to my hair, and then to my jaw. With sudden violence, he uses the hands to push my head to one side exposing my neck to him. I expect a violent assault on the tender skin. I crave the brutality of his lips, teeth and tongue, branding me, dominating me, telling me I belong to him... but the violence doesn't come. His warm, soft lips kiss me slowly, as though he were savoring the tender flesh. His bites are slow and gentle. The shock of what he is doing weakens and arouses. On a gasp, I tilt my head further, opening to him willingly. He watches me as he acts. Knowing that he no longer needs to hold me in place, his hands slide down the front of my clothes, passing firmly over my breasts, down over stomach, and finally, between my legs. He touches me through my jeans, pressing firmly, and then gently teasing me with his fingertips. Being teased through my clothes has always made me crazy; has always aroused the primitive urge to be naked, to feel a man's skin against my own. From the little I see of him in the mirror, I know he is shirtless. Just as my hips begin to move with his hand, he pulls it away. My teeth clamp down on my lower lip to keep from screaming my frustration. I can feel his arousal against me, but it doesn't seem to make him move any faster. I reach out to touch the erection straining against his jeans, but he pushes my hand away. With infinite patience, his hands slide up my arms to my shoulders. With a gentle squeeze, he coaxes me to open my eyes. I see him in the mirror watching me. Slowly, his hands slide to the buttons of my shirt, opening them, one by one. When the last button is taken care of, he violently pulls the shirt from my shoulders, tossing it aside as if offends him. His arms slide around my waist, gently moving his hands over my ribs and belly. My breasts ache for attention. I have to stifle the urge to put his hands where I need them most. Have to stifle the urge to try and make him finish me. I am dealing with a full-blooded male and I am at his mercy... for I want him too badly. His movements bring his promise that I will have him... but only on his terms. He wants me, but he wants me desperate first. His hands smooth their way up my stomach, over my ribs to my breasts, cupping them gently. He teases me slowly through my bra, watching me intently in the mirror. Watching my nipples harden beneath the cups. I arch against his hands, needing more. My breath now comes in shallow gasps. His hands move over my breasts slowly, firmly, circling, but never touching my nipples. He reaches for my neck, gently coaxing my head to one side, he takes a sharp bite; the brutality of the act enflames me. He soothes the bite with a slide of his tongue before while his hands ease around me and unfasten my bra. Just as he had done with my shirt, he yanks off my bra and throws it aside. His hands cup my naked breasts, and I arch against him. I feel an ache deep inside me. I know the ache for what it is. I need something inside me. His something. I need that feeling of completion. The feel of a man so deep inside me, all I can think of is having him again and again and again. I try to tell him in guttural tones, but he doesn't seem to be listening. His hands move down over my naked breasts and cup them underneath. Then his fingers find my nipples and pinch them gently, making me gasp and arch against him, my head bent back over his shoulder. "Please" I whisper desperately. "Please" I see his eyes. See the look of triumph and arousal in them. Feel his arousal in the tautness of his muscles, in the blatant hunger and desperation of his stare. His hands slide to my jeans. Tearing the buttons open, he pushes them and my panties down. I pull one of my feet free from the tangle of denim, spreading my legs wider for him. His fingers slide inside me, and I gasp at the contact. I can sense his satisfaction as he realizes how wet I am. His fingers withdraw quickly, and suddenly, I feel him pushing inside me. It feels so good, so right... I shudder as he enters me from behind, bracing his hands on my hips to hold me still. My muscles clamp down on him as he allows me to adjust to him. At long last, he begins to move, the angle of his thrusts hitting my g-spot every time. I hear myself screaming. I can't hold them in any more. But it's not enough for him. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he reaches down, rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts, occasionally stopping to run his hand up over my breast. I can feel his sweat and my own. Feel my muscles tensing. The climax comes like an avalanche, releasing the tension that had built up for too long, paralyzing me with its intensity. I can sense his satisfaction as my body is wracked by the aftershocks; sense it being conquered by a more potent urge. He thrusts faster, deeper. I can feel his breath coming in short, desperate pants; feel him getting larger inside me. His arms tighten. When at last, he comes, I know he is leaving bruises, but I'm too ravaged to care. Moments later, when the sweat has dried, and the breathing returns to a normal pace, he turns to face me for the first time. All I see is the appreciation and satisfaction in his eyes. Without a word, he wraps his arms around me and kisses me deeply. In his kiss he reminds me that whatever I might think, whatever I might see in that mirror, that I am just as primitive, and just as desirable as he is. Releasing me, he turns, fastens his jeans, and walks away... I never see him again. Dream Man I felt him writhing beneath me. We rolled over the grassy spot just beyond the lake. The misty morning air surrounded us as we arched into each other, joined up in frenzied mating. I could see his stomach muscles ripple beneath the sweat-soaked hair. I could feel his cock pressed into my belly as I moved within him. The mist of early dawn obscured his face. But I knew him anyway. I had seen him before, loved him before. I knew his body as well as I knew my own. But I had yet to see his face. As I built up, arching over and over into him, the cool, wet morning air chilled my sweaty, burning skin. I felt the hair on my chest matt with the sweaty efforts of our lovemaking. I kept moving inside him, feeling him grow and thicken against my belly. He milked me with his beautiful body, causing my own release to coincide with his. I bellowed out … … I awoke to sweaty, tangled sheets. My underwear was soaked with my release. I still tingled and shook with aftershocks. I was so hard still. I lay spent in my sprawling bed, catching my breath. I was so frustrated. This dream had been coming to me night after night for weeks. It was always the same man. I could see his body, I knew every curve and ridge from his toes to his chin, but I hadn’t seen any further. I knew he was dark haired, almost black. He was tall, almost as tall as my six-six. His chest was matted with unbelievably thick, curly, infinitely soft hair. He was strong, muscled naturally from working with his hands. They were calloused and rough. His shoulders were strong, much broader than his hips. His legs had wrapped themselves around me numerous times. I can still feel that soft hair, the rippling strength bracing my hips as I plunge into his heat. This has got to stop. I crawled out of bed and dropped my soaked knit boxers in the hamper as I walked to the shower. I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My hair, both on my head and body, was matted and mussed with sweat. Whereas my dream man’s body was hulking and corded with muscles, my body was that of a tiger or dolphin. I was sleek and graceful, choosing to run and swim rather than pump iron. My eyes trailed down my mirrored doppelganger. I was still so very erect. I was so engorged that the head was shiny. Each vein stood out in sharp relief and pulsed with my heart. There was still a bluish, milky trace of my slumberous orgasm slicking under my foreskin. I reached my hand down and smoothed it over its surface. My middle finger and thumb didn’t quite meet as I grasped myself. I watched in the mirror as I fisted myself. My hand smoothed back my foreskin, peeling it over the engorged head then pushed it back. I felt my eyes roll back in my head and I felt my dream lover take my hand’s place. I felt his calloused thumb slick over the sensitive ridge on the top of my cock. His strong, long fingers fisted me, milking a response from me. The hand moved faster, skimming the sensitive nerves, strumming me to pleasure. I heard my breath hitch and I started to pant. My testicles rose up and I tingled, inching over the edge. The first spasm gripped me, propelling semen out at explosive force. I opened my eyes to watch my first spurt hit he mirror, followed by a thick second then very loose and wet third. I became aware of the cold marble tiles at my feet as I again worked to equal my breathing. I watched as my image became distorted as my essence ran down the mirror’s shiny surface. I grabbed a towel and wiped it up before heading to my shower. A few hours later I sat at my desk in my office, overlooking Manhattan. I had always found peace in the view, but not today. The dreams were killing me. Desire was turning into an obsession. At twenty-three, I was at the top of my game, king of the world. But I was already tired of it. A thought that had only been a vague notion before the madness of my dreams started began to take root. I needed to get away. My work was suffering and I spent more time wishing I could be asleep if only just to see him and feel him again. That night, as I rode the train home, I fell asleep … … We met by the lake, neither of us wasting any time to get there. I felt him walk up behind me. He whispered something that sounded like a mumble, but somehow I understood it, as ‘I love you.’ I was already breathing hard feeling my chest heave for breath at what I knew would follow. My dream lover began to skim my unbuttoned shirt off my shoulders, kissing my warm skin as he went. I fisted my hands in his hair and lifted him for my kiss. I brushed my lips over his as our tongues caressed. I felt his shoulders and moved my hands down his back, under the band of his jeans. I pushed my fingers under the elastic of his underwear and cupped his strong, dimpled ass. I skimmed a finger through the cleft and brushed it through warm hair and sleek heat, searching for his center. I removed one hand and moved it to unbutton his jeans, allowing my other hand greater motion. Once freed of the confine, the jeans slid off his hips and pooled at his feet. My hand moved faster as I tasted his lips. I pushed into him with one finger and felt him shudder beneath me. I kept pushing into him, parting him, making him ready for me. I was so hard and felt pre-cum push through my slit, wetting my boxers. Then my dream man pulled away from my lips, his diaphanous face was still shrouded to me, but I heard him clear his throat than announce my stop … … I awoke to find myself sweaty and achy. I stood before the train could move on. I couldn’t hide my erection. The tent was obvious. I heard one guy snicker and an older woman smiled at me, leering at my aroused state. I felt the blush rise from my neck as I stepped off the train onto the milling platform. I crawled into my car and drove home. Once there I sought out my shower. It had six nozzles set at varying heights off of three pipes with a central rainmaker over my head. I turned them all blistering cold, willing the frigid water to reign in my erection that hadn’t calmed in the thirty minutes since awaking on the train. After several shivering minutes, I gave up and turned the water scalding and took matters into my own hands, refusing to give in to the urge to fantasize about my dream man. After just a few strong tugs, I exploded, coating the wall of my shower. Every time I slept, even for a nap, I entered my dream man’s lair. At first it had been pleasant with few details. But each subsequent night, the details filled in. The lake and the grassy spot by it, the mist and the dawn, a few rocks and the trees all took shape and stood out in detail in the dream. Even my mystery lover became more real with each passing nocturnal encounter. There was a scar on his thigh, the left one, about three inches above his knee in one long arch. There was also an inoculation booster shot scar on his left shoulder. His belly button was inward and his shaft was uncircumcised. But most importantly was the cross he wore round his neck. That detail became clear this morning. With each passing night, I became more convinced that he was real. Something was causing me to dream about him. I just didn’t know what it was. The following Saturday, while watching television, I saw my lake. There was a special on castles in Ireland and near one of them, was a lake, straight from my dream. The willow tree by its side and the rock that jutted from the water were so familiar. I had made love with my guy on that rock, under the willow, on the grassy slope leading back to the castle. My God, I knew where he was. I dropped everything and rushed to the phone, intending to fly to Ireland immediately. But just as I picked up the receiver, logic clouded my mind. I needed to plan this out. I needed to know some things first. So I decided to wait, giving myself two weeks. During the two allotted weeks, I did some research. I found out the nearby castle was in a state of neglect, which was what the special was about. I looked into it and figured that if I was going to Ireland; I might as well have a reason. I stepped down from my position in the family holdings, becoming a silent partner. I would use the considerable assets I had, but no longer worry about the day-to-day running of the company. When I signed the papers of control, I felt a huge weight lift from my shoulders. I knew I had made the right decision. I also worked with the Irish government to purchase the castle and the lake property surrounding it. My intention was filed and I was awaiting approval to begin renovations. Now I had an excuse to visit. After two short weeks, I found myself sitting on a 747, winging my way to Dublin. Once I had made my decision to go, the dreams became sharper, almost real. I even once felt like I was having a dream while awake. I was sitting in my chair, reading about the castle, when I felt his hands on me. I put down the papers and felt the sensation of skin skimming over my skin. It was the strangest sensation. Then I felt as if his mouth were covering my cock. I wasn’t touching myself, but it felt as if he was moving over me. The sensations grew tighter and tighter within me. I knew I was close to cumming. I felt his mouth move away. Then I felt him sit on my lap. I could feel the soft hair on his ass and legs caress me. I felt him part over my shaft. I felt his back rub in the hair on my chest. Then he began to move. Over and over he rode on my shaft, eliciting tight, spiraling sensations. I felt his heat and wetness. Then I felt him clench me, as if he had found his release. He kept bouncing, until I followed him over the edge. I had my eyes open and I was looking at the walls of my living room, but I felt his body milk an orgasm from me. I felt the wetness seep into my shorts and slacks. I felt the clenching of my muscles with each spurt of release. I collapsed back against my chair, the moment my orgasm done, the feel of his body left me. I felt empty without him. While sitting on the plane, stretched out, lying reclined in the comfortable chair in first class, I was hoping to avoid going to sleep. But it was night during the flight and just before dawn in Ireland. I felt him pull me into the dream with his own sleepy arousal. On the plane, I knew he was real. I just hoped to find him once there. I tried to keep awake, not wanting to do something embarrassing on the plane. But the quiet hum of the engines and the warm, comfortable chair as well as my mystery man’s dream pulled my eyes closed … … We met at the lake again. I knew he was near. I shucked my clothes and slipped into the glassy lake. The ice-cold water shocked my system, but I knew once he arrived, I would be heated. I heard the brush rustle and saw it part to reveal him. He stood before me in jeans and nothing else. His breath was coming in fast pants, as if he were already aroused. Looking down his chest to the tent in his clothes, he obviously was. With each step he took toward me, his body became clearer. The tufts of hair on his chest and belly, the silky hair on his corded arms, and the strength of his legs encased in tight denim I was already familiar with. But as he came closer, I saw the bridge of his nose. Each step revealed more and more of his face. He had high cheekbones and curly hair. His eyebrows were thick and dark, his lips full and sensuous. But I couldn’t see his eyes, not yet. I trudged out of the water, intent on seeing his eyes. When I reached the shore, he joined me at the water’s edge. Then I glimpsed in his eyes for the first time. Blue, like the brightest, deepest sapphires; so different from my mossy green eyes. It was home, I saw straight into him and somehow I knew he was seeing all of me finally. He reached out and trailed a finger along my chest, chasing a bead of water through the hair down to my belly. I was so hard. He grasped my erection and started moving on me. I didn’t want him to do this. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him to me. I kissed him. When our mouths parted, he looked in my eyes and spoke to me. It was in a language I didn’t understand. I tried to tell him I didn’t know, but he just shook his head and kissed me again. I loved the feel of his tongue brushing against mine. Then his arms wrapped around me and drew me to him. My cold, wet chest nestled into the warm, dry curls of his. My loose erection rubbed against the soft ridges of his denim clad one. I moved my hands down to his jeans, but he stopped me. Then he pushed away from me and shook his head. I didn’t understand why he pushed me away. He looked down at me, at my aroused state and gulped hard before looking in my eyes again. I saw hunger and passion fire in the sparkling blue. But he didn’t move towards me. He shook his head and told me in English, thick with a rich brogue, that we needed to stop this foolish dreaming. He told me he was tired of dreams that stayed unfulfilled. I watched a tear roll down his cheek. I wanted to go to him, tell him I was coming, that I was looking for him. But I never got the chance … … I felt someone shake my arm. I woke to see a flight attendant tell me it was time to land. I sat up and wiped a tear off my cheek. I was still aroused, but it was a good feeling. I knew that soon I would find him. Whoever he was. After the plane landed, I had a feeling I wouldn’t be going back to America. I went through customs and got a car. I drove towards Galway, to the South actually. I drove to a small inn in the town closest to the castle. On my drive, I watched the rolling, emerald hills, dotted with sheep or rock walls, a few crops and cottages as well as a couple of forested areas. The beauty transfixed me. It was foggy and rainy and I had never seen anything so wonderful. I checked into the little inn, set my stuff down and then walked into the pub connected to it for some lunch. I had a bookmaker’s sandwich. Grilled roast beef and tomatoes. It was delicious. I also had my first experience with an actual Guinness. I sat back and took in the wonders. There were a couple of elderly men playing chess and having a yarn about some game they had played when younger. There was a lively lass who served the food and drinks. When the people heard me talk, they pegged me for the Yank I was and started to talk to me. They asked what I was doing in Ireland and I explained about the castle up the road. There were a few disgusted comments and the people turned from me. The waitress leaned down and explained that Michael had been working on it and was hoping to get a grant to take care of the old castle. I felt really bad, but I understood why the government sold the land to me. I wasn’t looking for help; I could do all the renovations with my own money, pouring much needed cash into the local economy. I just hoped I could make peace with this Michael. Sensing my welcome was waning; I left and went upstairs to my room. A few hours later, after calling the government contact I had and explained that I had arrived and was going over the property, I asked about this Michael and his claim on the land. Apparently he was a young man (it made me laugh, only being twenty-three myself) who had grown up in the area and had started to clear the land around the castle, wanting to renovate the castle grounds, restoring the gardens. The idea had merit; I had only thought of the building, I hadn’t thought about the grounds. I bought the surrounding land so I could have the lake. Maybe we could work something out. The time difference with New York had me contemplating the bed when a knock called me to the door. The innkeeper was there. He told me that Michael had found out about my presence and was heading over to have words with me. He told me ‘the lad has a fine temper.’ Apparently his back was up and wanted to have it out with me. Fine, I would confront him, tell him that I owned the land and the castle and then propose a partnership with him. This was just the setback I didn’t need on my quest to find my mystery man. Deciding it was best to meet him on neutral ground; I headed back down into the pub. But I didn’t make it past the front desk when the front door opened. A tall, big man walked in. He had a hat on his head to shield him from the rain. He turned and placed his raincoat and hat on a peg then turned to me. I couldn’t have been more surprised. It was my dream man. My breath left me. All I could do was stare. He looked in my eyes and he stopped too. He recognized me. I started to grin. Here he was. I was so happy to see him. Then someone from the bar called out and told Michael to leave the Yank alone. Oh God! His name was Michael; the same Michael who was pissed at me for buying the castle. Oh man! His smile slowly disappeared as the realization dawned. His voice was thick with a delicious brogue. “You! You are the Yank who bought my castle?” “Look, I did by the castle. But I need to talk to you about it.” “What, that you and your Yank money can come in and push me out?” “Please, let me explain. Give me five minutes. Privately. Please?” He nodded and we walked into the barman’s cozy behind the bar in the pub. I sat in a padded, faded, velvet chair and he in another. The pub owner came in with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He eyed us wearily and then left, shutting the door behind him. I looked at him, taking his measure, enjoying being within touching distance of him. I started to remember some of the delicious things we did to each other. “Your five minutes is wasting.” I shook myself and I felt myself blush. “I’m sorry. My name is Patrick Jamison. I have to ask you a personal question.” He nodded at me. So I swallowed hard and spoke. “Do you have a scar, about three inches long over your left knee?” I watched him swallow, shock taking over his features. But he did nod. “How did you know about the scar?” “I’ve seen it. In my dreams.” I watched Michael swallow. Then he stood and paced the two or three steps he could in the small room. I sat back and watched him move. For such a large, bulky man, he moved with a sleek grace. I don’t think I could ever get tired of looking at him. His legs were bunching with muscle. He was so tense. He looked as if he could jump through the roof. He was the epitome of caged energy. Then he stopped and looked at me. “So it was all real. You had the dreams too.” It wasn’t a question but I nodded. “The lake, the woods, all of it real?” “Yes.” “Did you dream this morning? I saw your eyes for the first time this morning?” “Yes. I was on the plane. You said something to me I don’t understand.” I repeated the phrase to him. He just blushed and looked away. “Michael, what did it mean?” “It’s Gaelic. I was telling you that you are my heart, my love.” I stood and walked to him. I moved in to kiss him but he pulled back. I was confused. He looked in my eyes and for once the belligerence was gone. Instead he looked sad. “Patrick, I’m engaged to be married.” Well that stopped me cold. I felt lost. I had given up my job and my home to come to him. I was at a loss as to what to do. I just looked at him for a minute. He looked truly miserable. I just walked past him and out the door. I headed up the stairs to my room and started to pack my bags. I had no reason to stay in Ireland now. I heard a knock on my door. It was Michael. I walked up and opened the door. He looked miserable and guilty. I felt bad for him, but not bad enough. He saw that I was packing. He stopped what he was about to say and looked me in the eyes. There were so many questions, but I couldn’t answer them. He told me that I should stay, at least for the night. I nodded, knowing I was too tired to drive back to Dublin that night. I shut the door to any more questions and moved my bag off the bed. I sat down and started to tug off my boots. I stood and shucked my jeans and sweater and shirt and crawled under the blankets. I turned off the lights and stared out the window at the moon, willing myself to sleep and this time not to dream. Eventually, after a couple of hours, I felt my eyes drift … Dream Man … I walked down the slope to the lake. Michael was standing there, looking out at the water, at the reflection of the moon. I walked up behind him and said his name. He turned to me. He looked haunted and so very sad. He walked up to me and wrapped me in his arms. He nuzzled my neck and moved his hands over my back. I pulled away. I stared in his eyes. Then I simply said to hell with it and kissed him. I moved my hands under his t-shirt and felt the soft, silky hair. I felt his stomach hitch as I rubbed over the ridges. I pulled away from him. “Where are you Michael? I want to see you. We’ve been dreaming about it enough.” “No Patrick. This, only this.” “No.” I turned from him and walked away from him. He called me back. I turned, there were tears in his eyes. I couldn’t break from the dream. I tried. Michael came up to me. He marched on me, faster and faster. When he got to me, he pulled me roughly to him and started kissing me. He pushed me to the ground. My breath rushed out of me as I hit the grass. He collapsed on top of me, kissing me harder. In all of our dream encounters, not one of them was he the aggressor. But this time he was. He pulled at my clothes. When the cool air beaded my nipples I cried out. He covered first one then the other with his mouth. He nipped and bit at my skin, lapping his tongue along my chest, through the hair covering my belly. He tore at my pants until I was lying in just my boxers. Then he shucked his clothes until he was naked before me. He knelt between my legs and hooked his elbows under my knees, pushing them forward into my chest. He reached a hand down and yanked the hem of my boxers down, exposing my ass. Michael then pushed into me with one, great thrust. It should have hurt; I’ve never done this before. Instead I was rocked with lust and passion as I clenched him. I had never known such fullness, such connection. I felt him rock into me, twisting and swiveling, hitting every bump and nerve ending I had. I felt myself grow harder, stretch tighter. I was taut with need, barely able to keep from tripping. My orgasm reached to me through my dream and I clamped him as I spurt between us. Michael kept pumping. I usually wake up when I cum. I was still in the dream. He kept pistoning into me. I was spent. I wanted to wake up. The sex had been beyond belief, but it was all I was ever going to have; a fake love affair with a real live person. I beat my fist on his back. I wanted it over. I wanted him to stop or cum just so the dream would end. After a few minutes I watched as he reared his head back and bellowed his release. I felt each jet hot inside me and wondered if it would be there when I woke. But again I didn’t wake up. Michael slowly calmed. He looked down at me and withdrew from my body. He sat by me on the ground. I lowered my legs and pulled my shorts up, suddenly feeling naked and vulnerable. Michael reached for his briefs and put them on. “Why haven’t we woken up?” “I don’t know.” “You realize Michael that even if you marry, we will probably still have the dream.” “I know.” “Can you live like that? Wondering if each night will cause you to cum in your sleep, possibly calling out my name?” “Stop!” “No. You don’t have to be with me. But damn it, don’t use the castle as an excuse.” “Why did you buy it?” “To be close to you. I saw the lake from our dreams on the television and the castle behind it. I knew this was where you would be. I have lots of money and wanted to do something with it. But in case you weren’t here, I wanted something to do until I could find you.” “You’ve given up a lot to find me, haven’t you?” “Not really.” “No bullshit now.” “Okay, my home in New York and my position in the company. But it doesn’t matter.” “I need a few days to think. I have to make a decision.” “We will probably still see each other in our sleep.” “I know.” “I want to see the castle tomorrow. I’ll stay out of your way. But I need to actually see where we have been together.” “Fine, I need to go to Galway anyway.” I laughed. “How do we wake up?” He chuckled too. “Try opening your eyes … … The sun was shining in my face. I reached down under the blankets, but my shorts were dry. Perhaps we weren’t connected this time. Maybe it was just a regular dream. I decided to make good on my plans and got up and bathed. Then I had a good, traditional Irish breakfast (don’t ask what black and white pudding is), then set off. The castle sat amidst a few tall, stately trees. The years had not been kind to either the grounds or the structure. But there was sign of recent, loving care being given to the old place. I walked the grounds and circled around the stately manor. When I reached the North corner, I knew that the path before me led to the lake. I followed it down towards the water. There stood the beautiful willow and the smooth rock that jutted from the water a few feet from shore. I grew wistful while contemplating what might never actually be. But that’s as may be. I walked back to the castle and walked up the steps to the main entrance. The doors were barred, but I peeked into a few of the windows. Internally, things looked relatively sound. As I looked around, I couldn’t help but wonder what I was going to do with it all. My original plans were to do what so many others had done with their old homes and turn it into a hotel, but that seemed crass somehow. Then I realized I couldn’t do much without input from the village down the lane. What would they say to a big hotel, taking business from the quaint inn and lively pub? I don’t know. I really hadn’t a clue. I drove back towards town, still muddled with my ideas when I saw a bit of coastline. I turned off and followed a winding road towards a cliff. I got out of my car and looked out at the gray-green of the Atlantic. Mighty waves crashed into the rocks below. I could almost imagine the numerous people who must have stood here and wondered what was beyond the horizon to the West. Iceland, Greenland, Canada. All untamed lands at one point. And here, on the coast of Ireland, was where a great many of its settlers started. I turned to go back to my car when I noticed my castle further away along the coast. It looked out over the sea like a sentinel, the lake further inland. At that moment I had an idea, one so simple, yet far reaching that I wished Michael were here to share it with me. So strange how we had only met once, but I felt so connected to him. Well, even dream sex is a great link between two people. When I got back to my room, I was tempted to nap so I could try and pull Michael into my dream so I could tell him my plans. But I resisted. So I went down to the pub and had a pint. Which led to another. And another. And another. By dinnertime I was pretty well sloshed. A couple of the regulars helped me upstairs and to my room. I collapsed on the bed and was out … … We met at the lake like always. But everything swam before me. I kept staggering to the right or left when I meant to walk towards the water. Maybe I shouldn’t be so near when I am drunk. So I sat down and waited for Michael. In no time I heard him behind me. He walked up to me and sat beside me. He smiled at me. I couldn’t help it. I giggled. “So it’s drunk you be, is it?” “You better believe it.” “Why Patrick?” “I had an epi… epith… epiphany by the castle today. I wanted to share it with you. But I had some time to kill before bed. So one pint led to another.” “Where are you Patrick?” “In my room at the inn. Why?” “I want to see you.” “That’s nice Michael. That’s rather sweet.” I hiccupped. “Hey wait a minute. How long have you been working on the castle. It doesn’t look like much has been done.” “Since the morning after the first dream.” “Oh, Michael.” “You need to wake up Patrick. I will come to you at the inn, I promise. But I can’t go unless you wake up.” “Open my eyes again? … … The moon shone in my window and my head spun around it. I had never been much of a drinker, now I knew why. I wondered how long it would take Michael to reach me. But it really didn’t matter. God I need to pee. I was stumbling towards the toilet when Michael walked in. He took one look at me and laughed. He helped me to the bathroom and stood behind me as I took care of business. Then he stripped me down and put me in the shower before joining me after shucking his own clothes. He really is magnificent you know? Then the magnificent bastard turned on the water. Ice cold water. He held my head down and under the spray until I sputtered. Then I called his mother three types of whore before he finally let me up. But, I will give him this, the room no longer spun. Bastard. He laughed at me before throwing me a towel. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself before going into the room. After drying myself I followed him with the towel slung low on my hips. I was freezing. I found Michael under the covers. He told me to join him. He said it was to conserve body heat. I hoped he meant some athletic building of heat. I jumped right in with him. There was a hot water bottle lying between us. No quickie for us. Damn! I reached for him, wanting to touch him. But he stopped my hand and brought it to his lips. He told me to wait, until I was completely sober. I lay back and he reached over me and turned off the light. I watched as moonlight caught in his long lashes as they fluttered closed. I had had some sleep, but needed more … … We met at the lake again. We were naked and lying by each other on the grassy slope, looking at the moonlight reflecting in the water. I looked over at him; his chest rose and fell lightly with each breath. It accentuated the muscles and hair on his body. I felt myself get hard, really hard. I turned to him, rolling on top of him. There was something warm between our bellies. My erection nestled against his, pillowed by all the soft hair on our bodies, cushioned by the hard muscles and warm skin of our bellies. I couldn’t help it; I thrust upwards, gliding over his bulging, muscular chest. After a few, slow thrusts, I took his mouth and kissed him. We kept moving, him meeting my hips equally with each of my thrusts. We kept moaning, groaning and grunting. There was a bird chirping in the tree overhead. God it was lousy at peeping. It sounded like a squeak, almost like a rusty spring. Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! … … I awoke, on top of Michael, with the bed squeaking as I moved over him. We were hard and dripping. The hot water bottle wedged between our sternums. I looked in his eyes as he met mine. We couldn’t stop laughing. We stopped moving and laughed. The bed shook more from our laughter than our lovemaking. I was still looking at him when we stopped. The air around us changed. I leaned into him and kissed him; our first real kiss. My lips moved over his and he met me, kiss for kiss. Our tongues pushed out slightly and met, tip to tip. I brushed over his tongue with my own, caressing his own and taking his taste to my brain. I wanted to make love to him. I wanted to be inside him; but not here at the inn. I pulled away from his lips. His lips were swollen. He was panting, looking at me in wonder. I noticed the gold cross in the hollow of his throat. The last piece was in place. “Not here Michael. We need to go to the lake. Our first time needs to be there.” “I know.” We got up and dressed, working really hard to zip up over our erections. It was close to midnight when we left the pub. We crawled into my car with a couple of blankets and headed out. It took no time at all to reach the castle. I pulled into the drive and we hopped out and practically ran to the lake. When we got there, I pulled him into my arms. I started to kiss him. I pulled off his sweater and shucked his jeans, pulling every stitch of clothing off of him until he was naked. I pushed him onto the ground and proceeded to worship his body. I started at his feet, kissing and licking around each toe. I trailed my tongue up the arch of his foot. I nipped at his ankle and flicked the back of his knee. Then I worshipped each inch of his thigh with open-mouthed kisses. I nuzzled his scrotum with my nose before moving down to his other foot. I spent a lot of time on the scar over his knee. Then I moved up until my cheek grazed his erect penis. Michael was writhing on the grass, whimpering in agonized pleasure. I skipped his center and moved to his fingers, then wrist, elbow, shoulder and armpit. First his left arm, then the right. Then I worshipped at his neck, nipping on his earlobes before latching on to his pulse, low by his shoulder. I know I was leaving a mark, and I didn’t care. I moved my mouth down and latched on to one of his nipples. I teased it, and then bit it before sucking him deeply into my mouth, suckling and laving the sensitive tip. Then I moved down to his navel, swirling my tongue around and then into the slight indentation. I tried my hardest to untie the knot. I pulled up to look at him, he was panting. His eyes were glassy and his skin was flushed a rosy pink. I loved him. I moved between his legs and kissed the leaking tip of him, one simple peck of my lips. Michael reared up, moaning hard at my barest touch. “Stop! Patrick, I’m too close to cumming. Inside me; I want us to cum together.” I took his hand and placed it on my shaft. I twitched when he squeezed me, so close to orgasm I held his hand still. I told him to guide me. I felt the sticky tip brush through his silky hair. Then I felt the warm, pulsing opening below me. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head. Then I was parting him, moving forward by scant millimeters. I looked down at Michael as I pushed forward. When I breached his sphincter, placing the head of my cock inside him, Michael arched his back and cried out as he shot stream after healthy stream of semen over the both of us. He moaned and grunted, then kept chanting ‘too soon, too soon.’ “It’s beautiful when you cum Michael. I want to see it again.” Then I pushed completely inside of him, seating myself to the hilt. I felt him quiver and adjust to my breadth and girth. I clenched my jaw and tried hard not to cum right then. Slowly he relaxed around me and I knew a tenuous grip on control. I pulled out slightly and then pushed back. Michael moaned under me. I repeated the motion again, then again. I kept arching into him, meeting his body with my own. I ground my hips into his, feeling the soft hair become matted with sweat. Both of our bodies dripped with it as we moved together. I kept up my motions, trying so hard not to trip. But I wanted to cum so badly, my orgasm was hovering around me; keeping my belly quivering and my legs rocking. I shut my eyes, hoping to stop the moment from happening, just for a while longer. But it was no good. I was just too damn close. I opened my eyes so I could look at Michael. I felt my shaft start to twitch in great, heaving movements as I came. Each spurt of semen left me and I called out his name. “Oh Michael! Oh Michael! Oh Michael!” When the last of my spasms stopped, once I slowed my undulating hips and was about to stop moving, Michael reared up his head and cried out. I watched him, so sweaty and flushed from our lovemaking, as he climaxed again. I was looking in his eyes, holding his stare, willing him to see how much I loved him. At the periphery edge of my vision I saw stream after stream of his release slide up his chest, towards the hollow of his throat. I had my arms braced over him, my palms feeling the soft grass below me. Each breath of my body caused my cock to twitch in ecstatic aftershocks. I kept staring into his eyes, until my body wouldn’t support me anymore. I collapsed on top of Michael, finding solace and comfort as his arms wrapped around me. I felt myself soften and slip out of him. He met my lips for a tired kiss. After a while, we rolled to our feet and trudged to the lake, rinsing our bodies in the cool water. The chilly water lapped at our waists and we started splashing, playfully. Then we crawled onto the shore, rolling into one of our blankets, half drying, half warming our bodies. Michael looked at me and asked what my plan for the castle was. “I want to turn it into a museum and gallery. It is huge. I got the idea while looking out over the sea. So many Americans don’t have any clue who or what there past really is. I’m hoping we can turn the castle into a place for some of them to find their past.” “That’s not a bad idea. But I want to restore the gardens.” “Of course.” “I think there should be a restaurant too.” “We can work on that. What about your fiancée?” “I saw her today and broke things off with her. You were right you know, the dream wasn’t going to end, even if we were apart.” “Are you okay with this?” “I always was, it was marriage I had doubts about.” I kissed him, curling my body around his, feeling us drift towards sleep. I awoke to the dawn, and I hadn’t dreamed. I wondered what had happened to the magic. For the first night in six months, I hadn’t dreamt of my mystery man. Then he rolled against me, nuzzling my neck and wrapping a leg over mine. He reached his hand down to cup my burgeoning erection. And I smiled at the new day by our misty lake by the sea on the coast of Ireland. Dream Man The dream had been so real. For Kay it was like nothing she had ever experienced before, in the dream Kay had made love to a man in a car. Kay had acted like a slut with this man. Stranger still, the man had been black. Kay turned on to her back and stared at the ceiling in her bedroom. Kay had a slight headache and no recollection of how she had gotten home. She had been out with her friend Jolene and made a note to call her later. Lying there Kay tried to gather her thoughts. Wow, what a dream, the black man had really excited her, in fact she still felt excited. The fact that the dream man was black was also a first. Sure Kay had wondered what it would be like to have sex with a black man, but she had never dreamed about something like that before. This dream had been so real and her pussy seemed to ache. Undoubtedly the dream was related to the fact that her friend Jolene had shown up with a new boyfriend, a black boy friend. Kay slipped her hand between her legs and felt her slit. Kay's vulva was tender to the touch and the dried sperm was evidence of sex. Probing further she found the interior of her vagina wet and sticky. Bringing her fingers she sniffed, sure enough cum. Kay's fingers were soaked with cum, almost dripping with stringy sperm. In the dream she and the man had fucked like animals, it was the only way to describe it. Thinking about it made Kay flush with heat. The black man's cock had been big, very big, and it had gone in so deep. Kay wished she could fall asleep again so she could finish the dream. Curt, Kay's husband was still asleep. Kay headache bothered her, so she slipped out of bed. Kay was nude and decided that she and Curt must have had some time of it last night. The nudity was unusual, but not extraordinary. Walking into the bathroom, Kay could feel the sperm oozing out of her. There was so much cum she couldn't help but notice. Kay couldn't remember Curt ever cumming that much, too bad she didn't remember the details of their love making. Jesus, Kay thought, as she turned on the hot water in the shower, Curt had been exceptional last night. The water warmed and Kay let it pour over her body. Kay found herself going back over the dream, Kay wondered how the dream could seem so dam it felt so real. In the dream she was in the front seat of her car and it was parked in the driveway. Dark, it had been hard to see the man's cock. The man's cock had been big, no kay though big was not the word, huge was a better discription. Kay had been the aggressor, she had climbed on top of him and guided his big cock into her wet slit. Kay closed her eye's and let her mind drift back into the dream. Then soaping her pussy she noted the exquisite soreness. The man in the dream was average height and very handsome, Kay eye's were still closed as she gently rubbed her clit. Kay could almost feel that huge black cock stretching her pussy. What had the man in the dream told her, something about her being made for black cock. Yes, her dream man used the word cock didn't he. Kay felt the first wave of a very strong orgasm course through her body and in response she pinched her left nipple hard. "Dam Kay you didn't get enough last night." "Dam you Curt, you scared the living daylights out of me." "Hey don't stop, I've never seen you do that before." Curt had been quietly admiring his wife's body. Kay at 5'5" was a goddess, Curt's goddess. The first time he laid eye's on Kay Campbell it had been love. Kay, a German girl, was a dirty blonde with striking blue eye's and a perfect nordic body. Kay's breasts weren't large, B-cups, but they were perfectly proportioned, with large brown areola's and thick dark nipples. Curt was admiring those nipples and how they stood at attention with the least provocation. what ever Kay was doing now certainly was provoking those nipples now, they were at full attention. Curt didn't know what time it was when Kay ravished him last night, nor did he care. Kay had been horny last night, very horny. Maybe it had been booze or just some other guy's flirting with her, what ever it was he was grateful. Sex the night before had been fantastic. Curt had been asleep when Kay had had slipped into bed and climbed on top of him last night. Demanding, Kay had been incredible and oh so wet. Kay's pussy was dripping with excitement. In fact she had been so loose and wet that sex lasted a lot longer than usual. "Sorry, but seriously, didn't you get enough baby," Curt said, as he slipped behind Kay in the shower and pressed his swollen dick against the crease of Kay's ass. "Yes I got enough, in fact you made me sore down there Mister." "Baby you were fantastic last night, god what ever you drank make sure you have some more of that. You were such a slut." "Curt, slut, your wife is a slut! You get a little sex and I'm a slut." Kay laughed at her husbands remarks. "Kay do you remember last night." Curt let his hand drift down between Kay's legs. The small trimmed patch of golden hair dripped with water. "Yes, of course I do." Kay shuddered as Curt rubbed his finger over her wet slit. Her nipples getting hard instantly. "You remember what you had me do to you." "Sure." Kay lied, she really didn't have any recollection, but decided to bluff. "Sitting on my face like that, what a way to wake up. That was a first and god were you wet." Curt had spun Kay around and was pressing his swollen dick up against his wife. "I thought you'd like that, you like eating me out." Kay was probing, trying to get bits and peaces of the previous night events. Slowly it was coming back to her. Yes she remembered now, she was holding on to the head board while straddling her husbands head and she had felt so naughty, why, suddenly she was thinking of her dream man. Curt distracted her when he took her thick hard nipple into his mouth. Curt eased her back against the seat in the shower, then kneeling down Curt parted Kay's legs and began licking her clit. "Oh that's nice, you can do that when ever you want sweetie," cried Kay, as Curt worked his tongue deep into her slit. Kay loved the fact that Curt loved to eat pussy and he was good at it. Kay first lover a Jewish guy from her home town in New Jersey, had been very gifted in the cock department, six or seven inches, in any case bigger than Curt. Kay met Robert and they dated their freshman and sophomore years in college. Robert had unfortunately been more inexperienced with sex than Curt. Funny she thought, as Curt brought her near orgasm, how men compensated for their shortcomings. Kay truly and deeply loved Curt. At 5'8" Curt wasn't the tallest man, but he kept himself in good shape and was an ardent lover. On the other hand Kay realized she wasn't the most experienced lover either. Sure Kay had a number of suitors in high school and college, but only two lovers. While Kay wished Curt was as well endowed as Robert, Kay realized that a woman couldn't have everything. Kay promised to keep that thought to herself, as her husband buried his tongue deep in her pussy. "Oh Curt that feels so good baby, god I love you." Kay truly and deeply loved Curt. Curt tried to keep himself in good shape and went to the gym three times a week. Curt knew he wasn't the biggest guy in the penis department, average size, but he'd never had a complaint. The way he figured it, once he got his mouth on a woman they would forget all about the big dick thing. Feeling Kay's trembling body only confirmed his way of thinking. Curt felt Kay's orgasm and her gentle tug on his shoulders was her sign that she wanted him to fuck her now. Curt couldn't believe how horny Kay was acting. Last night had been wild. Curt had never seen Kay like that and it wasn't just the way she was acting last night. The truth be know, if it had been any other woman besides Kay, Curt would have suspected infidelity. Kay's pussy was literally dripping, she was so wet. As for the smell, Curt had attributed the musky sex smell to Kay dancing. Now as he inserted his dick into his wife's well lubricated pussy, he forgot all about last night. "Cum, cum, cum baby, give me your cum. Fuck me Curt, give me your baby honey." Kay loved her husband as he rapidly pumped his dick in and out of her cunt. Kay felt him tense and shoot his sperm into her womb. Nothing excited Kay more than the feeling of a man's dick expanding and contracting in orgasm The feeling never failed to cause an orgasm in Kay. The couple had been trying to get pregnant for three months. Kay hugged Curt and squeezed his penis with her cunt muscles hard. Kay wanted every drop of his sperm. Chap 2 "Hi what happened to you last night Kay?" "Jolene I was going to ask you the same thing. I remember meeting Jerome and by the way you didn't tell me the new love of your life was black, and that's it. It's like the lights went out." "Really you seemed fine, wild but fine." "Jolene what do you mean wild." "You don't remember dancing." "No." "At first you danced with Jerome and me. You were pretty wild, I even got a little jealous." "Oh my god Jolene, I'm sorry. What did I do." "Well let's see besides rubbing up against my boyfriends cock and then kissing Jerome." "Your kidding right, oh my god, I didn't kiss your boyfriend, oh fuck why don't I remember. Jolene your not joking are you?" "Nope it's alright though after you met Jerome's friend you kind of directed your attention at him, much to Jerome's chagrin. I will say Jerome was pretty horny when we got home. So what happened to you and Lamar." "Me and Lamar, who is Lamar." "Lamar is a friend of Jerome's or should I say an acquaintance. Any way you don't remember him, amazing. Girl how could you forget that hunk, He's only about 5'9", or so, but very athletic and good looking." Now Kay was wondering if her dream wasn't real. Kay decided not to tell Jolene about her dream."Jolene please do me a favor, have Jerome call this Lamar guy and find out what happened, please." Fifteen minute's later Jolene called back. "Lamar said he drove you home and took a cab back to the club" "That's it, no kissing, no sex, nothing. God that's a relief. What a nice guy to just take me home like that." "Sorry girl friend, but your black fantasy will have to remain just that, a fantasy." "Jolene I don't have a black fantasy." "Really, well to bad, cause you don't know what your missing." "So tell me what am I missing." "Do you have about three hours?" That night Kay had another dream, again with the black man. When she woke she attributed the dream to Jolene's rather graphic account of sex with Jerome. The dream had left her wet and horny. Kay slipped her hand under the sheet and started touching Curt's penis. To bad it wasn't as big as her dream man's cock. Kay quickly climbed on top of Curt and guided his still harding dick into her wet pussy. "Good morning Mr. Campbell." Chap 3 When Kay was late for her period she and Curt were ecstatic. The incident with Jolene had transpired more than two weeks before and Kay hadn't given it anymore thought. By the time the doctor had confirmed her pregnancy, a month later, the incident at the club was ancient history. The pregnancy went extremely well. Three months into the pregnancy a sonogram showed Kay was carrying a boy. The couple couldn't have been happier. Kay quit her job and focused all her attention on being a healthy mother. Kay's daily regime consisted of fixing up the babies room, eating right and exercise. Curt and Kay attended Lamaze classes, with Curt doting on Kay's every need. Even the expecting grand parents were excited, Kay's mother Joan, even arranged to come live with Curt and Kay for the first few weeks. Even sex between the couples had been fabulous. Curt was taken with Kay's larger breast's and the fact that her nipple's and areola's had darkened considerably. For Kay everything was perfect except for one nagging matter. two or three ties a week Kay would experience the most erotic dreams. the dreams were always the same. In the dream Kay would make wild and reckless love with an incredibly hung black man. Upon awaking Kay was usually in the throws of an orgasm which as time went by she would finish by rubbing her clit vigorously. After awhile and near the end of the pregnancy Kay found herself looking forward to the dreams. The big day came on a Saturday. Curt had been scheduled to play golf but on a premonition canceled. That morning he drove Kay to the hospital. The couple had cut it close waiting till contractions were close. The baby breached and it was decided the delivery would be by C-section. Kay was on the birthing table less than three hours before giving birth to a strapping baby boy. Kay noticed the screwed up look on Curt's face first followed by the general quite that ensconced the room. Even the doctor who moments before was quite talkative was at a loss for words. "What's wrong is the baby okay." Kay started to panic when Curt with out a word walked out of the room. "The baby is fine Kay, calm down," the doctor said, as he handed the baby to the nurse for cleaning. the baby was swathed in a blanket and was wailing. When the nurse finally gave the baby to Kay, she couldn't comprehend what she saw. The baby boy was dark skinned, coffee colored, with thick curly brown hair. The disbelief gave way denial. Kay simply refused to believe that the baby was her's. When Kay's mother found out what had happened Joan suffered a sever panic attack which resulted in her having to be admitted and sedated. Kay was left alone to work things out in her mind. The incident with Jolene was the only explanation. Late that night after the shift change a large matronly black nurse walked into Kay's room with the baby. "Please leave and take the baby with you." "Listen sugar I am doing no such thing. I don't know what happened here and I don't care and neater does this little man. Now he don't know about color. He needs his mama and last time I looked you were his. Look how beautiful this baby is and healthy too. Girl look at him, he's yours, your flesh and blood and he's beautiful." "You don't understand, I can't." "Look just hold him for a second, I need to get something and I'll be right back." The nurse handed the baby to Kay and left the room. A few minutes later the nurse peeked in on mother and son. Kay was inspecting the baby's toes. The nurse smiled and returned to her post. She would wait an hour and then return. Looking at Kay's chart she noted Kay wanted to breast feed. That would be next. By the next morning Kay was already on her third feeding. Kay named the child after much soul searching. Kay and Curt had originally planned to name the child Curtis, but that was out of the question now. So Kay named the baby Peter after her deceased grandfather. Kay's mother had calmed down considerably and with medication had been released from further hospital care. Kay could only guess what had happened, evidently that night with Jolene she had had unprotected sex with Jerome's friend Lamar or somebody. After explaining this to her mother she was somewhat mollified. As implausible as the story seemed Joan Loved Kay and had no reason not to believe Kay. That afternoon with her mother's help, Kay was discharged and took a cab home. Curt on the other hand, was another story. Kay called Curt several times before her arrival but he wasn't answering the phone. At home they found some of Curt's clothing gone and no note. Kay tried Curt's parents' house, but received an incredibly cold reception by Curt's mother and instructions not to call again. Kay was devastated. Late the next day Jolene came by to see Kay and the baby. Kay's mother Joan was less than happy. Joan had never liked Jolene and had often told Kay not to hang around with the tramp. In high school Jolene had had a bit of a reputation, even though it was unwarranted. Joan wasn't surprised when Jolene married Jerome five months before. Joan had bumped into Jolene at the store and could tell Jolene was pretty far along and had to get married. Joan let Jolene into the house without so much as a hello and a very nasty look. Jolene had arrived with her black baby boy of two months in tow. "How are you honey." "Well Jolene what do you think, my husband is gone, my mother hardly talks to me, my father forget it, I'm not sure who the father is, I can barely walk, did I leave anything out." "I know, I wish I would have know. I just didn't see it coming." "Who ever it was must of slipped me some kind of drug. Do you know were I can find that guy Lamar. What's his last name?" "You know Kay you were acting funny, even before that guy showed up." The inflection in Jolene voice seemed to suggest that Kay was partially responsible. "Jolene what are you saying that I did this to myself." "No, not at all, it's just that you were like coming on to every thing with pants on that night, long before you met up with that guy." "Jolene it had to be him, who else would have done something like that." Jolene averted her eye's for a moment. How could she tell Kay, one of her dearest friends, that all of this was her man's fault. Jerome though he could get both women into bed at one time, so he slipped Kay a combination of x and roof. To make matters worse Jolene had gone along with the scheme. What could she say to Kay now, she was in love with Jerome and would do anything for him. Plus Jolene had always harbored deep feelings for Kay and had been afraid that revealing those feelings to Kay would end the friendship. The last thing she needed now was Kay stirring things up. "Kay if I thought it was that guy Lamar that drugged you, I'd be the first person to string him up by his balls, but it wasn't him. You were acting real crazy long before he showed up. Maybe it was some one else, but I doubt you'll ever find out who it was. Probably some stranger who thought he'd get you alone later. You did dance with a lot of other guy's." "Jesus what a fucking mess, Curt won't even take my calls. What was that guy's last name and do you know were I can find him." "You mean Lamar, I think his last name is Dubois. According to Jerome he moved down to Miami. Why, you don't intend to call him do you Kay. Why would you do that?" "Jolene honestly I don't know what to do. The guy is the father, at least I think he is. Don't you think he'd want to know." Pete started crying. Kay picked him up, unbutton her blouse and gave the hungry little boy a thick dark nipple. Jolene wanted to suck on that nipple too, her pussy damp, as she watched Pete feed. "So Kay is little Pete hung." "Your incorrigible you know that Jolene." Kay looked up at Jolene and smiled. "I hate to brag Jo, you know that, but he is a little man." Chap 3 For the longest while Jolene was the only person that Kay saw besides her mother after returning home from the hospital. Kay thought it was cruel how all her acquaintances had deserted her. Jolene had warned her about that. Almost three weeks passed, before Curt called. Kay's mother had returned to New York a few days earlier and Kay was very depressed. Kay became excited when Curt said he wanted to come by and pick up some things. Kay fixed herself up in preparation for Curt's visit. Kay took a warm bath, shaving her legs. The C-section had left her hairless and now short nubs were protruding so she decided to shave her pussy clean again. Curt would like that. Kay put on a form fitted blouse that was tight due to her milk swollen breasts. Kay noted that her enlarged nipples were very prominent through her old bra and promised herself she would go out and buy new one's. then she put on some shorts that accented her legs. Curt said very few words when he entered the house. Moving into the bedroom he rapidly started packing some cloths. Curt had tried not to look at Kay, but just seeing her made his prick hard. Between the pregnancy and the two weeks he'd been away Curt was really getting horny.Dam why did this happen, he had been humiliated. Curt had gotten the story from Kay in a long letter she had written. Truthfully, Curt believed her, but would anyone else. That was the problem, facing his friends and his family was humiliating. Yet seeing Kay again was testing his resolve, dam he loved her, but Curt told himself leaving her was for the best. Dream Man "So is this it Curt?" "I guess so Kay." "Curt how can you blame me, some one drugged me or something, I thought it was your baby." "Kay you put yourself in this situation when you went out with that slut Jolene. What did you think was going to happen. She lives with a black guy, has his baby. Hell she probably convinced you to try one of his friends. " "Curt I never thought I'd hear you talk like that. Jolene is my only friend, Curt, please listen to me. I don't know what happened that night. I've never been unfaithful, never, I love you with all my heart.If I had fucked some guy I would have told you." Kay was sobbing now and she walked up to Curt and wrapped her arms around him. Curt could feel Kay's body tremble with each breath. Kay's breast's seemed so much larger and so warm. Kay's face was buried against his shoulder and he could feel her hot breath on his neck. Involuntarily Curt wrapped his arms around Kay to comfort her. "Dam Kay you have a black baby, everyone will always know. If it really happened like you say give the baby up for adoption." "Oh Curt it's not that easy. You don't understand, for nine months I carried that baby, I thought it was our baby. I tried not to, but I love Pete I can't help it, I could never let him go now. Please don't you see." Kay's was hysterical as she tried to explain. Curt tried to stay the path, but looking into Kay's eye's his resolve vanished. "Don't cry Kay, calm down. Maybe we can work things out." "You mean that Curt, oh please tell me you understand. I didn't do this to hurt you, your my life." "Look I can't make any promises, not yet." Looking into Kay's eye's Curt slowly and deliberately kissed Kay. Her mouth was soft and inviting as he savored her familiar taste. The kiss set the couple off like gasoline in an Arizona forest. Eight weeks without sex had left Curt rock hard and Kay wet with desire. Kay slipped her hands down to Curt's pant's quickly undoing them. Reaching into his jockey shorts she grasped his hard penis and began stroking it. Without being asked Kay dropped to her knees and took her husbands dick into her mouth. Kay wanted to show Curt how much she loved him, how much she needed him. Kay's cunt was gushing, she wanted his penis so bad it hurt. Cupping his balls with one hand, she placed her other hand on his rump and enveloped his dick with her mouth. Looking down on his wife's blond hair, Curt placed both his hands behind her head and began fucking Kay's mouth. God Kay was wild, Curt had never seen her like this. Kay was never big on oral sex and he found himself wondering if she had sucked off her black lover. The vision of his wife sucking a black cock suddenly filled Curt's head and almost immediately he felt the urge to cum. "Fuck yeah, oh yes I'm gonna cum Kay." Kay was surprised, she had just started sucking on Curt's penis and already he was about to ejaculate. Normally this was her cue to stop sucking and spread her legs. Maybe it was the fact that she wanted so to please Curt. Maybe it was going the last eight weeks without sex, what ever the reason Kay decided to keep sucking. Squeezing Curt's dick hard she pumped it with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. For Curt, his imagination and Kay's sucking were too much. "Oh god I'm cumming Kay." Curt fully expected Kay to stop sucking and was stunned when his first jets of hot cum pumped into his wife's mouth. Curt closed his eye's as his body convulsed in orgasm. Kay looked up at Curt as he came in her mouth. The look on Curt's face said it all, he was in heaven. For her part Kay had always thought she would be grossed out by a man's cum. Now as she swallowed her husband's sperm she found it very exciting. In fact Kay noticed she was on the verge of cumming herself. As she licked the remaining drops from Curt's dick she looked up at him for approval. Curt merely stared down at her with a look of bewilderment. "What's wrong Curt didn't you like it?" Curt didn't know how to respond. Sure he liked it, but now he was worried that his wife had learned this new sex act from some one else. Just then the baby cried out sparing Curt the dilemma of answering. "Honey why don't you go to the room and get in bed, I'll just be a minute, Peter's probably hungry." Curt stood there a moment and then picked up his pant's. His shriveled dick glistened with Kay's saliva and his cum. Curt could hear Kay's cooing and decide to look in on her. Kay was in the room they planned for the baby, sitting in a chair next to the crib. Kay was so engrossed in the feeding she didn't notice Curt at the door. Kay lifted her t-shirt and unfastened her bra with one hand. Then holding her brest she guided her dark protruding nipple into the baby's mouth. For only the second time Curt got a good look at the child. The baby's hair was a light brown but very curly and the child's skin a dark carmel color. Curt turned and walked out of the house without a word. Kay heard the door and knew immediately that Curt had left. With the baby still attached to her nipple, Kay hurried to the front door. Curt was closing the trunk as Kay walked up. "Curt are you leaving." "Jesus Kay the neighbors might see." Curt tried to move past Kay to the drivers door. Kay stepped sideways blocking his way. "Curt why are you leaving." "Look Kay I don't want to make a scene. For heaven sakes cover yourself up and go inside." "No one can see anything and so what if they did. Answer my question Curt." Curt had managed to slip pass Kay and was opening the door. Pausing at the door Curt answered, "Kay I can't handle this, you with this black baby. How can we go any where, do anything. People will always know." "Know what Curt. I wasn't unfaithful Curt. I was drugged or something." "Then prove it, give the baby up." "Please Curt don't make me choose, I love you so much. Please I'm begging you don't go." Curt closed the door and started the car. Looking at Kay through the window he almost stayed. Kay was crying, her chest was heaving. then he saw the contrast of the baby's face against his mother's breast. Curt placed the car in reverse and backed out of the drive way. Kay took the baby inside and laid him in his crib. Kay checked the frig to make sure she had expressed enough milk for Peter's next feeding, then walked to the pantry and pulled out a bottle of vodka. Kay hadn't had a drink in ten months, she needed one now. Chap 4 Jerome White was no hoodlum, to the contrary he was a hard working man who took care of his family. At the same time, being faithful to his spouse was not one of his virtues. Jolene was at work and with him between jobs he jumped at the chance to see Kay. Now as he was driving over to Kay's house to deliver an infant carrier he reflected on ways to seduce Kay. Kay was a fine piece. Jerome could kick himself in the ass for not getting her out of the club before Lamar laid eyes on her. Almost Jerome thought, but that was the way it had always been with Lamar. Even in high school Lamar ended up with all the girls, especially the white ones. Pulling into the drive way Jerome adjusted his manhood, his cock was hard just thinking about the woman. Kay was half way through her third double vodka on the rocks when the doorbell rang. Getting up she stumbled and nearly spilled her drink on the way to the door. Kay didn't appreciate the full strength of the drinks she had made for herself. Peeking through the side window she saw Jerome standing in front of the door with the infant carrier Jolene had promised. Kay pulled her blouse smooth and tried to make herself presentable, then opened the door. "Hi Jerome were is Jolene." "Her mother had to go to the doctor's and she needed Jolene to take her." Jerome spied the drink in Kay's hand. Jerome stared at Kay's nipples which were dark protrusions clearly showing through her old t-shirt. "Well come in, come in." Kay was tipsy and tried to act natural. Kay noticed Jerome staring and wished she had put her bra on after feeding the baby. Jerome walked in and placed the infant carrier on the table. "You going to offer me a drink?" "Oh Jerome I'm sorry, would you like one. I don't usually drink, but Curt just left and well I needed one." Jerome followed Kay into the kitchen. Dam what a fine ass the woman had. Kay's tits and nipples were just about perfect Jerome reflected as he followed. Kay retrieved a glass and was doing a bad job of filling it with ice when Jerome took the glass from her. "Here let me get that sugar. Give me your glass I'll fill that while I'm at it. So you and Curt are still on the skids I take." "Yes he's still very angry, he just can't handle the baby." Jerome handed Kay her glass. "Wow Jerome you really filled this up," Kay said as she spilled a little vodka. "Kay I want you to tell me everything he said." Jerome then took her hand and led Kay into the living room. Jerome sat next to Kay as she tearfully explained what happened. Jerome pretended to be the good listener all the while assessing when the best moment to make his move. "Jerome I have to admit I never thought of you as being so nice, so understanding. Thank you for putting up with me," Kay slurred as she rubbed her eyes. Jerome removed the empty glass from her hand. "Hey don't you cry no more girl. That man don't know what he has in you. Hell any man would be a fool not to want you. Look at me now, you are a beautiful and sexy woman." Jerome lifted Kay's chin so that she was gazing into his eye's, there lips inches apart. Alarm bells went off in Kay's head but her body seemed paralyzed as Jerome kissed her. Jerome's tongue darted into her mouth searching, probing. Kay closed her eye's and kissed him back. Part of Kay was conflicted with the fact she was kissing her best friends husband. Part of the conflict was in trying to remain faithful to Curt. The liquor and her state of mind rationalized those two issue away. First, it had been a long time since she had felt the touch of a man and wasn't Jolene always telling her how good black men were in bed. "Oh Kay black lovers are the best. Once you go black. Black cocks are so thick, so big. black men are superior lovers in everyway." No this was as much Jolene's fault as anyone's. Then there was Curt. According to Curt she was a slut. What was it he said, "Kay there's not even a mark on you, you didn't fight, you wanted it." Now she did want it and with that revelation she reached down and grasped Jerome's cock. Jerome's cock felt thick and heavy as Kay's fingers closed around it. Instantly Kay felt herself becoming aroused. Jerome's thick lips covered her mouth, his tongue darting, hungry. Jerome's hands were busy too. Quickly they had slipped under her t-shirt to massage her milk filled tit's. Kay's nipples tingled as Jerome squeezed them, producing small droplets of milk. Jerome's cock strained in his pants as he broke the kiss. "Dam girl lets take this to the bedroom." Taking Kay by the hand he led her back to the master bedroom. "Jerome this isn't a very good idea, Jolene is my friend." Kay said, slurring her words,as she stopped short after entering the bedroom. Taking her hand Jerome placed it on his cock. "Girl you know you've been wanting some black cock. Look how hard you got me. Your old man fucked up, he not here and you need a man. Now tell me you want me to leave." Jerome pulled her close and kissed her again as he felt Kay squeeze his cock. This time there was no resistance. Kay's hand was filled with hard black cock and she wanted to feel it inside her. In moments she had unfastened Jerome's pants. Jerome was been busy too pulling Kay's t-shirt off exposing her milk filled tits. Falling into the bed Jerome wasted little time pulling down Kay's panties. Kay's pussy was extremely wet as Jerome roughly massaged her slit. Then with little foreplay Jerome climbed on top of Kay. Kay felt for and took hold of Jerome's cock with her hand. Kay looking down got a good look at Jerome's cock as she guided his fat cock into position. Jerome extended his arms in the push up position. Jerome never tired of looking at the contrast of color between his black cock and a white woman's cunt. "Look at my black cock baby, this is what you were meant for girl, not some skinny dicked whitie." Kay felt Jerome's cock head begin to penetrate her pussy as Jerome tantalizingly teased her with short hard thrust. Jerome's cock was a longer than Curt's, maybe an inch and a half, but it was much thicker. Kay could feel her cunt lips stretch as Jerome's cock pushed deeper into her pussy. A twinge of pain jolted Kay causing her to whimper. "Sorry about that I'll go slow." Jerome was relishing this fuck. He'd been wanting to fuck Kay since the moment he laid eye's on her. Kay on the other hand had always put him off like he was nonexistent. In fact Before Jolene got pregnant, Kay was constantly trying to set Jolene up with Curt's friends. Now he was going to show Kay what it meant to fuck a real man. Slowly Kay grew accustom to Jerome's cock. Kay was already in the throws of an orgasm. It had been at least three months since she last had sex and she was horny. Now watching herself fuck this big black cock was making her crazy. Grabbing her tits hard she began to squeeze them as her body convulsed with a powerful orgasm. "Oh yeah baby squeeze those tit's harder, your cuming aren't you. Your cuming on that big black cock. Tell me." Curt never spoke to Kay like that. In fact no one ever had and it turned her on. Kay pinched her own nipples causing droplets of milk to ooze out and over her fingers. "Oh yeah I like that, keep doing that. Now tell me like I asked, do you like this big black cock." "Yes I like it." "Like what girl' what do you like." Jerome liked having his women compliment him, it turned him on to hear it.. "I like your cock." Kay's eye's were locked on Jerome's cock as he piston in and out of her slit. Kay's voice seemed to belong to another person, as she became more excited. Kay could hardly believe she was talking like this, yet with each stroke she became bolder. "I like your big cock, it feels so good. God I needed this. Oh god fuck me, yes." Jerome stopped pumping, then slowly withdrew his cock until just the tip of his cock head was penetrating Kay's slit. Kay was vigorously rocking her hips, lifting her ass high off the bed in response to his teasing. "You want this nigger cock don't you." "Jerome stop teasing." "This pussy belongs to me don't it?" Kay getting caught up in the moment quickly answered. "Yes this pussy belongs to you." Kay didn't mean it for one second. Sure she was getting off on Jerome fucking her, but there was nothing more. Kay really didn't like Jerome as a person and that hadn't changed. At the same time it was hard to deny that Jerome was a significantly better lover than her husband. Jerome plunged his cock deep into Kay's cunt, satisfied that his conquest of the beautiful blonde was complete. Now as he slammed his cock in and out of Kay, the loud slapping sound of there bodies filled the room. Jerome was fit and he soon found his rhytm., with in minute's Jerome's body was covered in a thick sheen of persperation. Kay too was working, this was the most physical she'd been since the baby, the exhertion causing Kay to gulp for air. Kay lifted her legs high in the air, as her hand clawed at Jerome ass. "I'm going to cum baby you ready for my nigger seed, you want this nigger cum in you, tell me baby, tell me you want it." "Yes, fuck yes, fill me with your nigger cum, fuck me harder, harder. Now cum, cum baby cum, fill me with your cum. Cum Jerome, cum." Almost before she said it Kay was shocked by her mouth, but was to far into an orgasm to stop. The taboo of fucking this black man, the contrast of their skins all contributed to the best sex Kay had ever experienced. When she felt Jerome's ass tighten it sent her over the edge. Kay could feel Jerome's cock expand and contract with each jet of hot cum he sent deep into her womb. For Kay feeling a man cum like that helped her atain the best orgasm she had ever experienced. Kay pulled at Jerome's ass as she willed his fat cock deeper, his cum deeper. Jerome collapsed on top of Kay breathing hard, his cock imbedded in Kay's pussy, which was she continued to squeeze as she milked his cock. They both laid there for sometime before Kay complained she couldn't breath and Jerome rolled off of her. As the afterglow of the best orgasm she ever had wore off, Kay began to feel guilty, mostly about Jolene. Fucking like that had sobered her up. Without saying a word Kay got up grabbed her t-shirt and went to the rest room. Almost immediately she felt Jerome's cum oozing from her slit. Wiping herself she washed her face and tried to sober up. Kay didn't want Jerome to get to comfortable. Sure the sex had been good, actually it had been great, but Kay couldn't get herself to change her feelings for Jerome. Besides, soon it would be time to feed the baby. Walking back into the room kay was stunned to see Jerome flat on his back obscenely stroking his black cock. "Cat got your tongue baby, quit gawking and come here and suck this big black cock." "Jerome you need to go, I've got to feed Pete." "Come here Kay." Kay reluctantly walked next to the bed. Jerome was lazily stroking his cock. In the rush to get naked and fuck, Kay hadn't really got a good look at Jerome's cock. Now she couldn't seem to take her eye's off of it as she tried to persuade Jerome to leave. "Jerome." Jerome extended his left hand and slid it up between Kay's legs, his finger sliding into her wet slit effortlessly. Kay immediately moved away. "Jerome please," Kay said, but not too persuasively. Jerome gave her his best smile. "Come on Kay, look how hard you got me and that pussy of yours is so wet baby." Kay looked at Jerome's cock, black and heavily veined. Impulsively she walked back closer to the bed. Once again Jerome slid his free hand between Kay's legs. "Oh yeah look how wet you are girl, now come on and get in this bed." Kay involuntarily spread her legs. Jerome's easily slipped two fingers into her cum soaked cunt. "Alright Jerome, but after this you have to leave." Kay heaved, her breath raged. Kay pulled off the t-shirt and climbed into bed. Then with out direction placed her head on Jerome's stomach and took over stroking his cock. Staring at Jerome's cock she noted that it was indeed longer than Curt's, but it was so much thicker and harder too. Jerome's cock head was inches away from her face as she squeezed his cock eliciting pre-cum from the slit, then like a dutiful slut she licked the bulging drop. Relishing the taste, Kay found herself thinking how earlier Curt had cum in her mouth. Now she was tasting a black mans cum and the thought of it made her squeeze her legs together. "Oh that's good girl, lick it like that. Mmmm oh yeah keep swirling that tongue like that. Shit I didn't know you could suck cock like that." Kay moved down so that as she stroked Jerome's cock she could look up at him. Jerome's eye's locked on hers and continued uttering obscenities. Kay pumped on Jerome's cock for sometime. Kay's let her saliva run down the length of his cock, every now and then stopping to catch her breath. When ever she stopped she would start again by gently licking Jerome's cock head. "Oh baby you are one fine cock sucker, suck it harder." Suddenly Kay found herself on the verge of cuming. Closing her mouth around Jerome's cock head she began sucking and stroking harder. Jerome's cock began to expand and she squeezed his cock harder. Working her mouth around the black cock head Kay found herself really getting off on pleasing Jerome. "Fuck, oh fuck, swallow it baby, shit god dam," Jerome bellowed as his cock exploded in Kay's mouth. At the same moment Kay too began to cum as she tasted Jerome's hot sperm flood her mouth. Kay swallowed Jerome's thick cum with gusto as she squeezed and sucked on his cock. For the second time that day she had had a man cum in her mouth and it made her feel slutty and good at the same time. At the same time Kay couldn't help but notice that Jerome seemed to cum quite a lot more than Curt. Kay wanted to please Jerome and looking up at Jerome was all the evidence Kay needed to know she had done a fantastic job. Jerome's eye's were closed and the smile on his face spoke of contentment. Dream Man "You like that." "Fuck yeah, that was mother fucking fantastic baby. Now get up here." Jerome placed his hands under Kay's arm's and easily lifted her on top of him. Then he surprised Kay with a long tongue kiss, it was while they were kissing that Kay received another surprise. Jerome's cock head while somewhat flaccid was pressing up against her slit and with a gentle thrust Jerome pushed into her wet pussy. "God Jerome, you mean you haven't had enough." "Have you?" "After this you have to go okay." "Sure what ever you say Kay," Jerome said with a grin. Chap 5 Curt drove down to the beach, parked his car and went walking. Curt always went to the beach when he had to clear his head. Curt hadn't gone far when he noticed an interracial couple walking on the beach with their child. At first glance the blonde looked a little like Kay, the man was tall and thin, but well muscled. The couple seemed so happy, the child frolicking at the edge of the water. Neither the man or the woman seemed to notice Curt as he passed by. Walking on Curt wondered what would happen to Kay. Would Kay's lover return to reclaim her and his son. Abandoning Kay would make it easy for him wouldn't it. What if Kay fell in love with the father of her child, then Curt would never see her again. One of Curt's co-workers had suggested that he should be glad to be rid of Kay. Jimmy the co-worker, was a Georgia cracker through and through had told Curt that once a white woman got a taste of nigger cock she was "ruinent". Curt didn't know what to believe, for sure he didn't put much stock in anything redneck Jimmy said. The reality for Curt was that with each passing day Curt found it harder to live without Kay. Today he had come so close to accepting the situation, if only he could put his pride away. Curt walked on for some time before turning back, his decision made. Dam the consequences, he wanted Kay back and would do what ever it would take to get her back. On the way back to the car with the sun going down there were few people on the beach. Curt noticed that the interracial couple were laying on a blanket. Their child was asleep and they were kissing. It was only when Curt got close did he realize that the woman's top had been pushed aside. The black man was rolling her nipple between his fingers. The contrast of their skins was very erotic. The woman's hand was buried in the guy's shorts and both lovers were oblivious to Curt. Curt slowed his pace to watch, his dick getting hard. Then the woman looked at him. Curt turned beat red having been caught in the act of staring, but the woman could have cared less and returned to kissing her man. By the time Curt returned to the car he had a raging hard on. Curt started the car and drove home. Hopefully Kay wouldn't be understanding about what had happened earlier. After Jerome left Kay had fed and changed Pete. Jerome had surprised Kay with his stamina. Kay had enjoyed the sex, and found herself wondering if Jolene hadn't been right about the black man myth. Putting her thoughts aside as crazy, Kay exhausted crawled into bed and went to sleep. Curt entered the house through the garage and called Kay's name out. No one answered so when Curt heard the TV he went back towards the bedroom. Pete was asleep in the crib next to the bed and Kay was lying on her stomach spread eagle. Getting closer Curt admired his wife. Kay's t-shirt had ridden up exposing her bare ass and her exquisite pussy. Kay's pussy looked so inviting, it was puffy and red, the slit looked wet. Curt wondered if this was do to the recent child birth. In the low light Curt didn't notice Jerome's cum ozzing out of Kay's cunt. Curt touched Kay on the shoulder and gently woke her. "Kay I'm so sorry, I was wrong to ask you to give up your son. I was wrong not to believe you." Kay didn't respond, still half awake she was still trying to take in the situation when Curt leaned over and kissed her. Curt's hands were roaming and she could tell he was very excited almost agitated. Braking the kiss Curt sat up and began removing his cloths. Kay knew immediately what Curt wanted and she was angry and apprehensive at the same time. One part of her was furious with Curt for thinking he could have her when ever he wanted. At the same time Kay was frightened because less then two hours before another man had repeatedly cum in her and the evidence was still dripping from her. Curt had pulled off his shirt and was in the process of pulling down his jockey shorts when Kay exploded. "Curt you can't come here and do this to me. You made me feel like a whore. I go down on you and you leave me. How could you?" Curt stripped nude and sat down on the bed next to Kay. "Kay I don't know what I was thinking. I'm so sorry please forgive me." Curt's eye's were pleading his case, and his puppy dog look was always a weakness for Kay, her anger ebbed. Curt placed his hand on her naked thigh and began gently rubbing it. "Curt I don't know if this will ever work. Can you ever accept what happened, can you ever accept Pete." "Yes, yes I can Kay. I love you Kay I don't care what happened, or how it happened. I love you and need you, no matter what you did." Curt's eye's were watering and he buried his face in Kay's neck smothering her with kisses, his hand moving swiftly between her legs before she could protest. "You still don't believe me do you Curt. You don't believe I was drugged do you. You think I'm just a slut." Kay couldn't believe the conversation. Curt still didn't believe her, yet there he was fingering her cum filled pussy. Apparently all that mattered to Curt was fucking her. Noting the sarcasm and hurt in Kay's voice, Curt tried to console her. "No Kay I didn't mean that. I mean that even if you had let him make love to you it wouldn't change the way I feel. Does that make sense. I mean I love you Kay no matter what." Curt never stopped nuzzling Kay, as he worked a second finger into her saturated pussy. Trying to hurt Curt, Kay lashed out. "Really, you'd forgive me, you sure, even if I let him fuck me with his big black cock." Curt stopped kissing Kay for a moment, surprised at Kay's tone and the words she'd used. Had Kay let the guy fuck her, did he have a big black cock. Curt's mind raced with the possibilities and his dick was unexplainably hard. "How about if I let him fuck me afterwards, after that night, would you still forgive me Curt. How about if he fucked me just now, just before you got here? What if I'd been fucking my black lover all along. Still love ma then." "You fucked him after that night." "Answer me Curt, would you still forgive me." Curt was confused, had Kay fucked afterwards, had she just fucked him. What kind of game was she playing. It had to be a game. The way she was using profanity Curt knew she was angry. Trying to appease Kay only made her angrier, but Curt didn't know that, or for that matter how to answer her. "Yes Kay, dam it I said yes." Curt was clearly bewildered by Kay's behavior and language. "Good enough Curt," Kay answered sarcastically. Then pushing Curt off of her, Kay sat up and pulled off her t-shirt. Kay's tits were so much larger than before the baby and Curt could only lick his lips as he gazed on Kay's swollen nipples. If Curt had looked closer he would have noticed the small bite marks Jerome had left on his wife's thick nipples. Lying back down Kay looked at Curt who just continued staring at her nude body. Curt could hardly move and his hands were shaking. Obscenely spreading her legs Kay beckoned. "What are you waiting for Curt, this is what you wanted isn't it. Come on. Come here and kiss me." Curt thinking everything was okay immediately took off his cloths as he continued staring at his nude wife. Kay's pussy was shaved clean and her cunt lips looked red and swollen. Curt assumed the changes were do to the recent c-section. Curt didn't know he was only partially right. As Curt stared Kay purposely let her hand slip between her legs, so that her finger could gently rub her clit. Kay didn't really know why she was doing this, it was completely out of character for her. At first she guessed it was to shock Curt, but as she saw it's effect on Curt it excited her. Kay for the first time felt as if she were in total control and she liked the feeling. Curt climbed on top of the bed and tried to assume the missionary position with Kay, but Kay didn't want to fuck yet. All the sperm Jerome had deposited in Kay's pussy was ample lubrication and Kay was certainly in the mood, but she wanted more. Curt tried to kiss her but she turned her face as she had a nasty thought. "Slow down Curt, kiss me first." Then placing her hands on his shoulders she pushed down. Curt left a trail of kisses down her neck until his hungry mouth latched on to her swollen nipple. Kay was content to let him suck for awhile, but then she nudged him again. Curt had always been eager to eat Kay's pussy before they made love. Now with a wicked thought, Kay became excited by the prospect of Curt eating her cum filled pussy. Curt with little prodding slipped down so that his mouth covered Kay's pubic mound. Curt immediately smelled the strong scent of Kay's cunt and it caused Curt to dry hump the bed with excitement. First he gently licked her clit, then he moved his mouth further down so that he could bury his tongue in her slit. "Oh that's right lick my pussy. You like licking my pussy don't you Curt." Curt moaned his tongue working harder in response to Kay's question. Kay angry still pushed Curt further, as she noted his increasing arousal. "Would you still lick my pussy if I just fucked my black lover Curt?" Curt was so turned on the question caught him off guard. Momentarily Curt thought of the couple on the beach, then suddenly it wasn't the girl from the beach but his wife in the arms of the black man. Curt groaned as he strained to bury his tongue deeper into his hot wife's slit. Then with his thumb he started fucking Kay's saturated cunt. "Oh that's right, ohh yes lick me deeper, lick my pussy deeper, ohhh that answers that question. Lick it baby, yes." Kay couldn't believe how excited it made her feel to use Curt in this fashion. In their relationship it seemed that Curt's needs had always been the priority. Now for the first time that had changed as Kay shuttered with an orgasm. Now Curt was sucking on her clit and the pleasure was making Kay shake. Curt looked up at Kay's face as he sucked on her clit. Kay's eye's were closed and Curt knew she was in the throws of cuming. Kay had never talked to him like this and all the talk about fucking some one else had been very much a turn on for him. Curt didn't believe for a second that Kay had just fucked her black lover. There had hardly been time, besides he thought she would never have admitted it. Yet Curt had found the perverse conversation very exciting. Releasing her clit Curt moved up and placed his dick head at Kay's gapping slit, but Curt was so excited he came immediately on her slit. Kay wasn't disappointed merely surprised at how prematurely Curt had cum. In all their years together nothing like this had ever happened. Kay reached down and grabbed Curt shriveling dick, her hand using his sperm to stroke it. "Wow it's been so long and the way you were talking. Dam Kay I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you, I promise." "Don't worry honey it's okay," Kay said as she squeezed the remaining drops of sperm from Curt's penis, at the same time noting how fast it had become small. "I never heard you talk like that it was like very, I don't know, exciting." "Curt are you going to run off again, if so get your things and get out." Kay felt strange talking to Curt this way especially since she was still stroking his dick. Curt became solemn. "Kay what I did before was wrong , I promise it will never happen again. I love you Kay more than anything." "Your never going to ask me to give up my son, because if you do Curt we're through you understand." "Never, I don't know why I ever suggested it." Over the course of the next month Curt, Kay and Pete became a family. Curt took to Peter like he was his own. The couple got along fabulously and their sex life was the best ever. Curt noticed that Kay seemed to be more demanding, although not as vocal as the time when they had first gotten back together. Curt secretly thought about it all the time and now when ever they made love Curt found himself more and more, fantasizing that Kay indeed had a lover, a black lover. What Curt didn't know was that Kay was fantasying too, about her dream man. Chap.6 Jolene dried her long brown hair carefully, as she looked into the bathroom mirror. Jolene had her mother's latin looks, brown eye's, golden brown complexion, and full lips. Jolene's father had provided the long legs and a sprinkling of freckles. Jolene's breast's were b-cup at best. Jolene's nipples were large, thick, and dark brown, which make up for her smallish tit size according to Jerome. Jolene stood there wondering why Kay hadn't returned her calls, it had been weeks since they had spoken. Jolene figured that it was Kay's' getting back together with Curt that had cooled the friendship. Jolene heard the door and slipped on a t-shirt, Jerome was home early and had called to say he had a surprise. Jolene walked into the living room of their small apartment to find Jerome and a friend standing in the living room. "Opps, sorry let me go put on some shorts." then the friend turned around and Jolene could hardly breath. "Not on my account Jo, long time no see." "Hands off Lamar, she belongs to me man, Jolene and I got married." Jolene froze in her tracks, it had been little more than a year since she last saw Lamar. "Hey baby you remember Lamar, go run and put on some shorts. Lamar just got into town. Hey babe is there beer." Jolene started to tremble as she made her way back to the bedroom. Jolene hadn't seen Lamar since just after the episode with Kay, but the episode with Kay wasn't the problem. Two days after the incident with Kay, Lamar had shown up at her apartment after meeting her at the club that night with Jerome and Kay. Jolene had just started dating Jerome and was single then, living alone. How Lamar had gotten her address was a mystery. Lamar was smooth, very smooth and the next thing she knew they were making love. Jolene had always used a diaphragm with Jerome, but things had happened so fast with Lamar. Now with him in the next room she could hardly breath, what if lamar said something to Jerome, what if Jerome found out that their son was really Lamar's. "Hey Jolene I have to make a beer run, entertain Lamar baby and I'll be right back." Jolene removed her t-shirt and was searching for a bra when she felt strong arms envelope her from behind. "What the. Lamar don't, Jerome." Lamar's hands had already covered her breast's his fingers pinching her nipples. "Dam Jolene it's been a long time, is it me or did your nipples get bigger." Jolene turned around so that she could face Lamar. "Lamar you didn't say anything to Jerome did you." "Hell Jolene I didn't even no you were married to him. I guess you never told him about are little get together." Lamar slipped his hands into Jolene's panties and caressed her ass cheeks. "Lamar, Jerome just went down the street. Oh Lamar, god what are you doing." "Girl don't act so innocent with me, lets get these panties off now." Lamar partially pulled down Jolene's panties as she quickly stepped out of them. Then with little hesitation Lamar turned her around and leaned her over and began undoing his pants. "Lamar hurry Jerome can never know." "Take it easy baby, feel what I got here, did you miss this baby." Lamar 's cock was already getting hard as he rubbed it up and down Jolene's slit. Moisture was already ozzing from her cunt and the way she was gyrating her hips with anticipation made Lamar smile. Lamar pushed his cock into the tight pussy and Jolene let out a loud moan. Jolene felt the pressure increase as Lamar's cock penetrated her hungry cunt and almost instantly she began to cum. Lamar had this effect on her ever since the first time they had met. True his cock was big, no huge, but it was more than that. More than his being black too. there was this animal magnetism with him that drove Jolene crazy. So crazy that she had had unprotected sex with him and gotten pregnant. Thankfully when she told Jerome she was pregnant he never questioned who the father was, Jerome's ego helping there. As for Lamar she never told him he had gotten her pregnant. Now she was fucking Lamar again, risking everything and not caring, at least she was on the pill. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed though her body as Lamar's cock filled her pussy. "Oh fuck Lamar that feels so good. oh god, oh don't stop." Jolene could feel her pussy stretching as Lamar's cock filled her up. Jolene loved sex with Jerome, but he didn't have the tools or the know how to please her like Lamar. In that regard Jolene had never met a man like Lamar. Jolene pussy was stretched to it's limits, the fullness of Lamar's cock head bumping her cervix. Lamar buried his cock in Jolene white pussy as he pressed his hand on her back, forcing her over the bathroom sink. Jolene tight cunt was contracting around his engorged cock and she was franticly pushing back against his black spear. Lamar could feel her cumming and this excited him even more, nothing excited him more than making a woman cum hard. Not to mention that little stint in the Dade county jail had left him horny. No wonder Lamar felt his sperm start to boil. In less than two minutes Lamar's potent seed exploded in Jolene pussy. Driving his cock deep into her slit, Lamar clenched his muscular ass cheeks as his sperm coated Jolene's womb. Jolene could feel Lamar's cock swell and pulse as he came, god she loved that feeling, a feeling she had only had with Lamar. Jolene shuddered violently as she came hard for a final time. "Oh god that was so nice, dam you Lamar, I can't believe this happened." Just then Jolene heard the garage door, Jerome was home. Turning quickly she pushed lamar out of the bathroom door. Lamar had a shit eating grin on his face, his cock still dripping with a mixture of Jolene's cunt juice and his sperm. "Lamar don't just stand there, please pull up your pants," Jolene said as she slammed the bathroom door closed. When Jolene immerged from the bathroom Lamar and Jerome were sitting in the living room. Jolene was shaking with fear that Jerome had found out what had just happened. Jolene couldn't believe she had let Lamar make love to her like that. No foreplay, rushed, she had acted like a cheap slut. "Jolene I was just telling Lamar here about Kay and her black baby. I think we know who the daddy is." Lamar hooked his thumb in Lamar's direction. Jolene remained quite, not knowing how to respond. Lamar was quick to speak out. "Jolene I think I need to see my son. I understand from your husband here that your friend thinks I drugged her. You know that's' not true right." "Yes." Jolene didn't know were this was going, but Lamar's last statement sounded more like a threat than a question, at least she didn't have to worry about Jerome for now. "Good that settles it then, why don't we take a little ride. I think it's time I meet my son." Chap. 7 Kay finished the work out tape and turned the TV on to one of her soaps. Glancing into a mirror Kay looked herself over. Almost six months had passed since she had given birth and with hard work she was in the best shape ever. Kay's sports bra was wet with perspiration and she made a mental note to buy a larger size. Kay was still breast feeding and her breast's were at least two cup sizes larger. Kay's shook her head at the sight of her thick nipples looking like thimbles underneath the sports bra. No doubt she would need thicker material on the bra too. When the door bell rang the last person she thought she'd see was Jolene.