12 comments/ 435377 views/ 16 favorites Granma By: gauchecritic When my brother married and left home I finally got the use of our bedroom to myself, he left behind his porn stash saying he wouldn’t be needing it any more. I can well believe that after the vivid stories he told me about his then girlfriend and her mother and aunt. I noticed too, that his father was a physical sort of man when in the company of my brother. Whether my brother was bi or not I really couldn’t say for sure although I strongly suspected it, he never actually said so. When he was at living at home we thought nothing of jerking off in the same room while watching the same porn video. Sometimes we read stories to each other from magazines or web sites. Occasionally we would go into lurid detail about recent dates each of us had. One night my brother began a story about his future wife who liked anal, a lot. It was a lengthy tale and he told it to me while I moved about the bedroom, sorting the tv, fixing up my bed and so on, and all the while my dick rubbing the inside of my loose fitting trousers, making a sizeable tent. Richard, that was his name, was laid back on his bed reliving his own experiences with his large, long cock in one hand and his filled balls cupped in the palm of the other. As the story progressed I sat on the edge of my bed and closed my eyes, took my cock from my trousers and let my imagination wander. When the story reached the part about his girlfriends’ mother catching the two of them together and then instead of embarrassment or anger showed willing and eager, my grip became firm and the strokes rapid. At the point when his girlfriend sat on her mothers’ face while Richard slid his length into her hungry, hairy cunt I almost literally exploded across the length of the room. When Richards’ voice stilled and became low moans of pleasure I opened my eyes and saw to my astonishment that his belly and chest were splattered with what must have been my ejaculate. Must have been mine, because he was pounding hard and fast on his own meat and came himself half a minute later, hitting his own chin and throat. I was dumbfounded. He looked across dreamily and smiled. Then it became an exciting ritual. Richard would tell me in as much detail as possible about shagging his girlfriend, her mother and sometimes her aunty. I would hold on, spell bound until I was ready to unload. He would grin as I crossed the room and spilled my white spume across his face, chest and belly. But now I have the room to myself, except when Granma visits. The first time Granma stayed it was very late at night when she said she’d better head for home. My parents wouldn’t dream of her leaving the house on such a cold, miserable night and offered her my room to sleep in. I was fine with that. I’d slept on the couch many times but Granma wouldn’t hear of it and insisted that I sleep in my own bed and she would have the spare, Richards’ old bed. Neither of us had anything the other hadn’t seen before so it was only sensible. Dad looked at Mum and she at him and they both shrugged their shoulders; ok. Granma is a white haired old lady, in her sixties and she is actually my fathers’ grandmother. My fathers’ mother is often mortified at the way her mother dresses at her age. With strapless tops and skirts up to here. She ought to be ashamed. I like Granma. She has a very decent body for someone her age, a bit broad across the behind and lovely large breasts with ample amounts of cleavage which get lower as the years go by. Well the first night Granma stayed I had gone to my bed and was woken a while later by the opening of the door, spilling light across the bedroom floor. My sleep-filled eyes hazily made a silhouette of Granma entering. My usual sexual couplings most often took the form of semi-dressed bunk-ups and it had been a while since I had seen a woman naked in front of me, even an old saggy woman like Granma, so I lay quietly in my lidded eyes feigning sleep. When Granma inquired in the dark “Are you asleep Goergie?” I made silence my answer. Granma switched on the bedside lamp casting a low light making shadows along the wall. She began undressing, paying no attention whatsoever to my recumbent form. I opened my eyes, mindful of the need to flicker shut should she look my way. I gazed, fascinated as this old woman removed her clothes revealing secretly to me her white marble skin. First she dropped her skirt and stepped out showing to my now leering eyes; pale stockings held by ivory suspenders and paler panties. Her close fitting silken top was next, over her head to reveal armpits adorned with equally silken white hair matching the mane which tumbled out from beneath the upheld shirt to cascade almost to her thickened but still proportionate waist. Having discarded her shirt, Granma reached up under her silver tresses and began unsnapping her matching coloured brassiere, which she let fall down her arms to rest bedraggled at her feet, even half-cupped the material there was sizeable, I waited in anticipation of a glimpse of those old boobs. Granma didn’t disappoint, and now I struggled to keep my breathing even as the heating blood raced through my distended veins. In my eagerness to see I was late in lidding my open eyes when Granma glanced at my face, she had seen me, seeing her. She smiled. Even at my age, I’ve still got it. Still pretending sleep, and continuing the game I rolled onto my side and managed to rest my hand on my now engorged cock and began stroking it gently. Unsnapping her suspenders Granma turned towards my bed, letting her big succulent titties hang down before my enraptured eyes as she slowly pulled down her panties, then stepping back to reveal her puffy, white silk laden labia. Now sitting on her bed Granma rolled down each stocking giving me a fine view of her magnificent twat and juicy over-ripe tits coming to rest on her legs, slipping, sliding to encase each thigh in turn. Then the light was out. The show was over. All that could be heard was the gentle slap, slap, slap of my overladen balls against my thighs as I jerked off in the dark and the soft moans of Granma as she did the same. After the third time of Granmas’ late visit, which were becoming almost regular occurrences themselves, Granma beat me to the punch and went on up to bed very quickly claiming a hard day. So I guessed that it was my turn to give Granma a show. When I got into the bedroom Granma was laid mostly under the covers but for a large drooping breast almost hanging off the edge of the mattress. As per role I inquired “Are you asleep yet Granma?” and her reply was to roll over more allowing her breast to drop further from the bed and her arm to dangle outwards. I closed the bedroom door and crossed in the dark towards the table light. As I did so I found grandmas’ arm was against my knee which caused me to pause and then I realised that my leg was pressed against Granmas’ exposed, flopping breast. I fumbled with the light switch, making my knee press inwards in response to Granmas’ slight increase in pressure. I looked down and sure enough her boob was squashed tightly between my leg and the mattress of the bed. I pressed a little harder and Granma pulled a little tighter and let out a slight gasp. I moved away reluctantly. Granma mewed. Then I started Granmas’ show, slowly removing clothing and slowly revealing bare flesh to her burning eyes. I ripped open the studs of my shirt and ran my hands down my chest into the waistband of my trousers. I undid the buttons on my fly and then the waist. I had removed my knickers in preparation and now Granma could see the hair covering my crotch as I laid open the waistband of my trousers to her hungry gaze. I shucked the shirt and posed with my hands framing the hair of my groin, fingers deeper into the fly. Hooking my thumbs into the top of my trousers at the back I began slowly drawing them down my legs. Revealing my thickening cock held back and down inside inch my slow inch. I turned to show Granma my now exposed firm arse and the bare expanse of my broad back. I turned once more to face her bed and pulled downwards on the waistband making my now stiff pole spring up to slap hard against my belly. I heard a sharp intake of breath, and smiling stood stock still with my trousers around my ankles exposing my hard on to Granma. Still smiling I walked out of the trousers and stepped towards the table light, this time pressing exposed flesh to crush Granmas’ dangling mam against her bed. Darkness. Kneading. Clasping. I broke the scene and climbed into bed, to jerk off, this time to vivid memory of live flesh. Spring became summer and Granmas’ sporadic drop-ins became weekly visits. The next time Granma put on a show for me I was careful to leave the bedclothes turned down, revealing hip and groin for her to see. When it was my turn, Granma had both titties out on show. Then eventually when Granma walked into the room she would stand for several minutes gazing at my fully exposed body before beginning. As I did, her, the week after. Up until then we had still been ‘asleep’ when the other came into the bedroom, and waited until darkness before listening to each other bring ourselves to orgasm. Now as I lay uncovered, still ‘sleeping’ with Granma watching I moved my hand to touch my hard cock, pressing it against my belly and slowly massaging its length. This time Granma finished her striptease just as I had grabbed my dick in my fist and not waiting for the darkness began wanking my cock in full view. The light went out but Granma stayed sat on her bed watching me wank in the lightless room. The following week as I entered my bedroom, Granma was laid on top of the covers, naked with her eyes wide open and her mouth stretching like she couldn’t smile wide enough. Her big flopping tits draped her arms and with one finger ever so slightly in her already glistening minge she began immediately to massage her clit with two fingers of her other hand. I stripped for her, as slowly and sexily as I could, watching her frig her cunt as she watched my show. When my cock sprang out to slap my belly it left a glistening trail of silver from my trousers to the hair on my balls and up to my knob end. I had never had a bigger or harder cock than I did that night. Granma began deep fingering her hairy twat and her other hand was a blur of motion against her clit as she bucked her hips in time to her violent self-fucking. No sooner had I stepped from my trousers than I stepped towards my Granma with my distended rod in my hand beating furiously and spraying the first jerk of spunk across her old saggy drooping tits and the second I aimed at her furry muff, covering her hands too. Granma looked in my eyes and opened her mouth; the third jet hit her tongue. She moaned in ecstasy as her own orgasm exploded in waves over her old sagging body. Gran'ma's Poosie Note: Some of the earlier incidents of this story are covered in Ulyssa's version of my story. I wish to thank her for kindly proofreading this story for me and for offering some valuable assistance. Portions of this story are used with Ulyssa's permission. TCD "Hey, Mrs D," one of the company receptionists buzzed me. "There's a call for you. The lady says she's your neighbor." It turned out to be Joan from across the street. "Thea! You've got one of those people on your front porch. A man this time" I knew exactly what she meant by "those people." "Is there anything wrong, Joan?" "Other than the fact that he's ruining the value of my house, nooo! I was expecting some members of the garden club this afternoon." "So tell them he's the lawn guy." "Thea," she whined. "You've got to get rid of him." "Oh, for Christ's sake, all right," I said. "But it'll take me at least half an hour to get home." My husband of thirteen years divorced me for a younger woman about seven or eight years ago. I had a pretty good career as a secretary, and my daughter, Shaleen, was in her teens in a good school system, so I figured we'd make it okay. Turns out I was wrong. My daughter fell in with a rough crowd and did a lot of crack cocaine and finally got busted for more than possession as she was dealing on the side at her high school. We all knew she was looking at hard time for dealing drugs. Worse yet, after Shaleen received the manditory sentence as an adult to a minimum of four years in prison, we found out she was pregnant. But the hardest part for me was discovering that her baby's father was a black man nearly twice her age who was also doing time in a major penitentary. I have to admit I came very close to turning down my daughter's plea to take custody of her mixed-race baby after my granddaughter was born in prison, but I decided to take care of her while her mother was away. So the court awarded custody of baby Darcie to me. This happened about two years ago. I figured this visitor must be one of my granddaughter's relatives from her father's side who'd dropped by unannounced. Every so often they'll stop by to see her. But usually they'll call me first, so they're not left malingering outside the house in full view of the neighborhood. When I got back, I saw my visitor--a black man possibly thirty years of age. My jaw dropped. This man was Darcie's biological father. Desmond Emmons had been released from prison just that day, and he'd taken a bus into town, and then walked eleven miles to see his baby daughter. "Hey, Miz Thea," he said softly as I got out of the car. "Would you mind if I see Darcie." Desmond stood out on the front porch in full view of everyone in the neighborhood. I wasn't sure why that bothered everyone else so much. Sure, it probably was his color. My neighborhood back then was unofficially a whites only suburban area. Of course, it also could have been the fact that almost everyone who knew me would know that he'd just been released from prison. Well I couldn't just let him stand out there in the open, so I pulled Darcie out from her car seat and told him to come in. For an hour or so, I let him play with his daughter. She was a bit frightened of him as he was a stranger to her, but with a little persistance, my close encouragement, and Desmond's natural charm, Darcie finally warmed up to him. I asked him where he was staying, and Des Emmons said, he didn't know. As it turned out, he had no place to go. That caught me by surprise. I thought there were halfway houses and all that sort of thing for released felons, but it turned out that most of those places were victims of the severe budget cuts that affected our area. Let's face it, none of the people I knew or nobody in my neighborhood ever gave a shit about where a parolee might spend his nights as long as it wasn't around here. So, I told Des he could stay for a day or two--just until he found a real place, of course. The next morning, Desmond asked me if he could watch his daughter--my daughter's daughter--instead of me running her to the baby sitter. I told him that her schedule was pretty strict for her own good, and that she loved the children in the daycare. Besides, it would allow him some time to himself to go through the want ads to try to find a job and maybe get a line on a place to stay. He nodded. Then he asked me if it would be okay for him to use the computer; so, I shrugged and booted it up. I logged in my personal password and warned him not to shut it down, or he couldn't get on again until I returned home. The way Desmond said good-bye to Darcie, you'd think he was watching her go off to prison instead of just having his little girl go to daycare for the day. I saw a softening of the eyes that I hadn't expected from him. Still, I was uncomfortable throughout the day. I wondered how Desmond was getting along back at my place, but I decided that I'd try to tough it out for most of the day. As it was, I left work an hour early and went to pick up Darcie at the sitter's. My granddaughter was pleased to see me, and I could tell that she wanted to get home to see that funny man who was staying with us. "Hey, Darcie!" A familiar male voice called out, when we arrived. "Hi, there, baby!" The baby jumped into his arms and nuzzled against him, coating his face with jelly bean stickies that she'd been stuffing in and out of her mouth for the whole trip home. I left the two of them to go see what we had for dinner, when I came across a letter which had been printed out on my computer. The first part of the print-out read: Hello, Miss. This note was left for you to read by someone who is very concerned about your happiness. The person leaving it probably wishes to remain anonymous, but is nevertheless concerned about your sexual satisfaction... What the fuck? Where did this come from? Even though I didn't want to read the whole thing, I continued reading until I finished it. Then I looked back into the living room where Des was playing with Darcie. I noted the address at the end of the letter and then started to throw it away. But at the last moment, I changed my mind and slipped it into the desk drawer instead. I said nothing to him. We three had dinner and he asked me if I'd show him how to bathe the baby, so little Darcie got her bath and Des got a lesson in how to keep your cool while being splashed. I almost brought the letter up twice, but I chickened out each time. Later as Desmond played with Darcie some more, I went to the designated website. I read, and, I continued to read, and then I read some more: "I see you found my note," Desmond said. "Shit!" I almost jumped out of my skin as I saw him looking over my shoulder at the screen. One by one I'd been clicking on the gangbang thumbs. I felt like a teenager who was caught passing notes by her homeroom teacher. "You scared me." "Sorry. But I think there's a little girl who's ready to go down now." I got up and checked Darcie's diaper. Desmond hovered close to me the entire time. "You're a beautiful woman, Thea," he said rather matter of factly. "There's something intriguing about the great job you've done raising kids and keeping your household going, but you've devoted your entire life to Shaleen and now to Darcie. What do you do for you?" "I'm doing just fine, thank you very much," I answered. But we both could see my hands shake as I poured baby powder on my granddaughter's sweet butter-brown bottom. "No, you're not. When was the last time you had a decent fuck?" "Now that's none of your business," I answered huffily. "What if I were to ask you an impertinant question like that?" "I'd tell you," Des replied. "One year, eleven months and twenty-seven days with a woman who was probably too young to know better." Oh my God, he meant my daughter, Shaleen. "Of course in prison your priorities change," he went on. "You do what you have to do in order to survive." I looked at him as if this was the first time I'd heard about what goes on in a prison. Shit, it was the first time. My blue eyes caught his dark brown eyes. "I-I'm sorry, Des." "Don't be," he replied. "You learn to live with it. But you still dream of the softness of a real woman." "We shouldn't be having this conversation." "This is exactly the sort of thing we should be talking about. After all there's nobody more important in this little girl's life than the woman acting as her mother and the father she never knew." "Does that mean you're going to be around in her life? To stay? To look after her day in and day out?" "That's what I want more than anything," he said softly. "That litle girl is probably the most important person in my life right now." "Do you really mean that?" "Yes, I mean it. I want to be here for her. I want to be here for you." I looked up into his eyes again, and suddenly realized that I'd seen the inevitable. Slowly his arms snaked down around my shoulders and back. He bent his six foot three body down and kissed me--hungrily. Very hungrily. I brought my own arms up around his neck. "Darcie has a crib in my room," I whispered. Both of us heard the trembling in my voice. "If you want to keep an eye on her overnight, you'd better sleep in my bed." "Thank you," he murmured. "I'd like that very much, but tell me you're not going to do something silly like sleep on the couch." I smiled and shook my head. Things happened very fast that night. I laid down on my back, all the while he lifted my hips from the bed so that Desmond could tug at my pajama bottoms and panties, pulling them away from my hips and buttocks, down past my thighs, calves and ankles, and finally totally free from my lower extremities. "Oh, God, Thea," he murmured. "You're beautiful." I blushed. "Listen to me, Darcie still needs a few more minutes to settle in for the night. But I want to see what you look like too--only very slowly." Des Emmons unbuttoned his shirt, spun around and then pulled his shirt free from his pants in a provocative move. He turned back around and showed me his deep, mahogany au-naturale tanned chest, and I let my breath slip out in an unexpected sigh. Des's eyes lit up when he heard my tiny gasp loosed from my vocal cords. In a slow smooth move, he undid the clasp and zipper of his pants. My eyes must have lit up, because he waved his forefinger back and forth and cautioned me: "No, no! Not yet." With a lot less finesse, Desmond got out of his shoes and socks. Then he dropped his pants totally down to the floor and stepped away from them. All Des had left were a pair of state issued stretch briefs which could hardly contain the enduring outline of his straining erection. I know my own breathing had become more erratic. "Don't worry," he said. "I can still keep up the pace of our enjoyment." "How?" I asked. "I'll show you." Suddenly pushing my top leg high into a bent knee position, Des opened up my crotch to the open air--from the rear end. A tentative finger stroked the soft tissue of my labia and I jumped. "Oh!" "Ssshhh!" he hissed. "Don't disturb the baby." Des sucked on his index finger for a minute and then applied it to the same tender lips, and I moaned softly again. This lasted only a moment or two when the tip of his finger was replaced by the edge of his tongue. This time I thought I would shed my skin in a single shuddering moment. "Desmond!" Little Darcie let out a tiny moan. A plain fact. Des Emmons looked bigger than my ex-husband even before his cock was fully erect, but the thick piece of masculine beef-loin which stuck straight out from Desmond's groin was so immense that I could hardly believe that I was about to experience the very same black dick that snaked deep into my baby to give her my grandbaby. Baby? Baby! "Des, do you have a condom?" "Uh-uh. All I got is what I carried with me out of prison, I'm afraid." Shit! Well, I was already committed. Besides one time wouldn't matter. Naked, Des was a muscular work of manliness. He was strong and insistant and very very direct in his approach. What do they say? It's like riding a bicycle? It's definitely not! We were both rather clumsey coming together--him after two years, and me after six. Luckily, his cock slipped much more easily into the slick moistness of my pussy than I thought it would. "Oh my God, Thea, you're so wet," Des Emmons whispered into my ear. "It's as if you really wanted me inside you." "Shhh," I replied. "Don't talk, just fuck." It had been close to six years since the last time I'd held anyone this close. Now I was fucking the father of little Darcie, my own grandchild. I brought this thirty-something black man deep into my cunt of my own free will--by my own choice. And a strange and dramatic choice this man had become. Strange because of his color, and dramatic because of the circumstances. This should never have happened. Why did this man fascinate me so? Des thrusted in sleek anticipation, my nerve endings sang the praises of my partner's thick blunt excitement. I sensed that since he was so mobile that the throes of luxurious passion sizzled in both his brain and his dick. His body howled out electric praises to the woman he'd just penetrated, and even though I used my muscles in rhythm to Desmond's own movements, I fought to remain silent. I'd enclasped and held him at the junction to my thighs, deeply intromissive in the depths of my cunt, laboring to maintain our compatibility--now nearly apart, now closely together--we exercised our rhythmic muscles not for physical development, but for the emotional bond and the sheer need of the moment. "Oh, Thea!" he moaned into my ear. "Oh, God!" Desmond and me--man and woman, black and white, caught in the intimacy of our embrace and the urgency of our desire. Now I accomodated the passion of my daughter's black boyfriend in silence, even as he sobbed and gasped over my torso, enwrapped in my arms, enveloped in my cunt. I'd enfolded the warm, hard, naked presence of his erected dick into the giving tenderness which is woman after all. And the feeling of his strength just thickened inside of me as I encompassed him. "Oh, Theeaaa...," Desmond gasped. "God, you're so sweet!" Underneath him, I must have felt the the way he'd always dreamed a woman would feel once he left prison: wet and pliant and warm. Although my age and my race also had some effect on him, I felt that I gave him a fineness, an excitement, a visceral enjoyment of my body. His eyes wandered down from chin to shoulder to breast and back again. Desmond took a good long look all the way down his ex-lover's mother's body. Looking at the angle of how my pale leg crooked up against his dark brown hip and thigh, made him laugh. Then Desmond moaned softly again. "Ooohh!" Then he gasped out my name one more time. "Oh, Thea, thank you." But I tried to remained silent. I could hardly believe that at the age of thirty-nine, and, after not having a man since I was thirty-four, I was letting a black man eight or nine years younger than I was fuck me. This was crazy. "Damn, your pussy feels good!" He laughed. "All this time, I've been dreaming of the wrong woman in the family." "Des," I gasped. "Don't say that!" I should have thought that his words would outrage me, but inside--deep inside--his words touched me as happily and heartily as the bulky black cock driving in and out of my open pussy touched me. I caught the movement of his neck and chest muscles atop me as my eyes focused directly up along his moving body. He was so long and so large, and though I continued to move under Desmond matching the old rhythms that were like new to me once more, I also seemed to float away from our conjugal embrace. Des hung on tightly to me, even as he sensed my mental distancing. "Don't you dare run away from me, Thea." He brought his billowy wide lips and strong tongue down right next to my lips. "Stay right with me now until we both cum." Quite simply, I believe Desmond Emmons was thunderstruck by the forces of his own body. Two years behind bars. Two years without a real woman. The black man gasped out a curt exhale, and his hard grip increased around my back and shoulders. He held me fast to him, so that even if I wanted to I couldn't break free. Then his pace became irregular--sharp and staccato. Desmond's need to continue his urgency coupled with the the desire to slow it down and make it last long into the night was no longer an option. His loins, his hips, his thighs, the muscles in his abdomen--all the angles of his extremities fell into a jerking, uncontrollable play of tensions. I sensed the change in his hardness as his tip extended ever so slightly while his shaft continued to slide back and forth. I saw the small muscles play across his face. I watched his eyes open and then close--his mouth and teeth move in grimacing desire. Then as I put my hand against the back of his head, I brought it down into the curve of my shoulder neck and head. Finally I heard a large rush of air suck desperately into his lungs. Desmond's teeth nipped into the nape of my neck. Subconsciously, he bit harder than he'd intended. I knew now his entire concentration was on the inescapable reflex of his coming climax. Climax! Oh, shit! I felt him cease to move against me as Des plunged his cock deeply inside of my cunt. For a moment, I tried to keep moving under him in an attempt to take the last few rich moments of his presence, but Desmond clutched me hard in a full passionate grasp. He lurched--changing the severe angle of violation that held his cock sequestered in the enfolding, enveloping confines of my open pussy. Oh, Christ! He's going to cum! Desmond Emmons grunted. Then that noise was followed by a short soothing gasp. "Arrghh!" With a big sigh of release, Desmond's masculine rigidity transformed and a part of him liquefied into warm spewing semen. Coming for long hard minutes in a wet, messy flow of pure lust, a pool of Desmond's warmth flowed viscously against my tissues to cache and pool in my vagina. I rocked and caressed the man on top of me, and then in a soft, gentle voice, I murmured. "Good heavens that certainly sounded wonderful." "It sure as fuck was!" Desmond grinned. There was a sparkle to his eyes that he didn't have before. His brown eyes caught my blue eyes, making his older white partner--me--break into a big smile. "Hah," I snickered. "Well, it sure was a fuck." We lay quietly listening to the irregular breathing. I could feel the slow trickle of wetness that ran slowly along an unreachable area. That sensation demanded that I go in after it, like an itch I needed to scratch. Finally Des inched his slowly deflating extension out from where it lodged within me. Desmond's dick was covered with the sticky liquid byproduct that was the sign of two people mating. More wetness oozed out from my cunt, and I murmured. "Guuusshhh!" My God, it had been six years since anything like this had back flowed from my loins. I shifted my thigh from the coldness that was the wet puddle of the cool sheets that clung to my buttocks cheeks. I felt the sensation of cool liquid rolling down the crevice between my thighs and ass. Sticky, wet, itching, and now cool, my intromission was over for the moment. Looking down at the lustrous pearls of white semen which beaded along my thighs and pussy--and embedded in the weave of my pubic hair, I sighed and repeated myself. "It sure was a fuck." Turns out that was to be far from our last night together. The very next night I put Darcie to bed early. Immediately Des came into the bedroom stark naked and partially erect. Gran'ma's Poosie "Last night was the best thing to ever happen to me, Thea," my black companion murmured. "Would you let me make love to you again?" I swallowed an enormous nervous gulp, and then I hurriedly unwrappd the belt of my terrycloth robe, stepping forward to let it fall at my feet. Deep down I must have known what was coming, because I too had worn absolutely nothing under my bathrobe. Although hesitatant at first, I embraced him as he reached forward to take me into his arms. "You just lay here and take it, woman," he said. Then he lowered his whole mouth right to the tender folds of my vagina, licking and sucking, kissing and tonguing. The feelings were so intense, I thought I'd pass out, but the intensity continued to stimulate my flow. There I lay, totally naked on top of my bed, and all the while the large black body of the baby's father nibbled, sucked, and tongued the entire entrance of my pussy. I let out a small whimper. "Ooo!" Desmond raised his head up for just a moment. "Shhh!" Then he went back to business of examining my loins. In a moment a little tiny climax rippled up my abdomen and made my nipples stand out even further. I felt Des drink at the wellspring of my loins and taste the trickling juices of my climax. "Des, I--" "No," he interrupted me. "Don't talk. Just fuck." Carefully, Desmond put his hands on either side of my hips and pulled my body down toward the foot of the bed where he stood. "Desmond," I whispered. I'd just remembered that I'd bought a package of condoms and I'd left them in my purse. "Wait." "I can't," he said as he parted my thighs and leaned down some and yet pulled me up forcibly by the hips to position his cock right at the entrance to my pussy. "No, wait," I said, squirming under his grip. "I picked up some condoms!" By then it was too late. The blunt mushroom tip of his naked cock slipped easily through the velvet tissues down between my legs, and with a forceful push, Desmond thrust the entirety of his black penis straight into my cunt. "Not tonight." "Desmond!" I nearly woke the baby with my protest. In the meantime, Darcie's father had anchored himself deep into the wetness of my pussy--he was inside me once again, and I was thrilled to have him there. "Omigod!" Desmond was thick, and blunt, and just plain huge. "Omigod!" I repeated. Not only did I still have tiny lips sucking from my nipple, all this time, but his dick began to thrust in and out of me as well. "Omigod." "Aaannggh," Desmond said, literally quaking. "Thea, you're beautiful--you--you're like Shaleen all over again." Desmond sucked in an incredible sob of air, and suddenly, shuddering and trembling, he nearly lost his balance and fell forward upon me. A warm wet greeting rushed into me as Desmond collapsed atop of me. It was a long night. By the time it was over, I had a very sore pussy. However, there was enough of Des's natural lubricant to keep us going until the wee hours of the morning, and when I fell asleep, I was aware of his hand draped across my breast. The next day Desmond Emmons reported my address to his parole officer as his permanent address. His presence is a mixed blessing, of course. To the neighborhood, he's an excuse to purchase and install extra security measures. For me, it's totally different. He is a form of security. Desmond watches Darcie, so that I can get caught up on work on an occasional Saturday morning. I came into the house one time a little ahead of schedule, and I heard Des talking to his daughter. "Let's see if we can get some of those carrots off your hands and into your mouth," he began. "We wouldn't want grandma to come home and find you looking like that, would we?" "Dannma!" A little voice giggled. I smiled, but before I started to walk into the kitchen, I kicked my shoes off, and stopped at the counter to put a sack of groceries down before I called out to Desmond and Darcy that I was home. "Come on, Darc, let's tell each other what we like best about your grandma, okay?" I held back from going into the kitchen for just a second. "Dannma!" The baby threw her hands up and laughed. "Ohh, you love your grandma, don't you?" I could hear Darcie giggle and spit more baby food out in a sputter. She giggled and squealed at him again like it was some sort of wonderful game, so I peeked in to take a good look at the two of them. Des had his back to me, and Darcie hadn't seen me just yet. "I see. You love how she takes care of you," Des continued. "Yeah, so do I. But you know what I love the most about your grandma?" I hung back. Well, what? "She's got the world's finest pussy. Even better than your mom's, better than my old girlfriend, Karlena, better than any pussy in the whole wide world. As they say in the TV commercials, she's pure form follows function, self-lubricating, and definitely user friendly!" Omigod! He couldn't tell her that! I blushed beet red. "Desmond!" I shouted. "You can't tell her something like that! What if she repeats it?" "Dannma!" She gave me that big smile that said My grandma is home. "Do you think she might?" He gave me an impish look and said: "C'mon, Darcie, say 'The greatest pussy in the world has entered the building.'" Then he threw up his arms over his head and yelled: "Pussy!" "Desmond, stop!" Darcie threw both her arms up in the air, and cried out: "Poozzzeee!" Her carrot coated fingers reached out toward me, as if begging me to pick her up. "Oh, no!" "Pussy!" Des called out again. "Poozee!" Darcie answered. "I'm doomed," I moaned as my face continued to shine bright red. "We'd better give you a bath." "Daddy and Gran'ma are going to give the baby a bath," Des said. "Then Daddy's going to bathe Grandma in the tub with bubbles and bath oils. How about that, Grandma?" "Mmmm...Will you rub my feet and ankles?" "Yes, I will," he picked the baby up out of her high chair. "And later on, we're going to pay special attention to your wonderful pussy." "Poozie!" Darcie repeated. She grabbed my shirt in an attempt to wrest herself out of her father's arms. Her little fingers left a bright orange carrot stain on my blouse. "C'mere, you." I took her from Des. "Gran'ma loves you." "Dannma poosie!" she giggled. Obviously Darcie enjoyed watching her grandmother squirm and turn red for no apparent reason. "First, let's get you cleaned up," I said. "Then we're going to murder your father and bury his body in the basement." "Is that before or after you get your feet rubbed?" Des asked me. "After." "Oh, good. I can rub your feet and your ankles just about all night." "It'll only delay the inevitable," I said. "No it won't. Once I work my fingers up past your knees, it's open season for getting my snake to nestle in your hole. Once that happens I'll have you in my power." Damn, him. How right he was. "Ooo...so now you're a snake charmer?" "And you, my love, are about to be one charmed pussy." "Dannma poosie!" Darcie showed her two new teeth with one big smile. "Like I said before--doomed," I sighed. My grandchild's father spent close to two years in a penitentiary, a place where you'd expect no one to learn anything useful out here in the real world. God knows that his prospective employers believe he has no marketable skills. But I soon found out that he'd undergone certain experiences in prison which translate quite differently into our "normal" world. Let me explain... When I was a young bride, barely nineteen, I was struck many times by my white ex-husband's moderate sized dick and his inability to "cum back" from his own orgasms and continue to try to give me some pleasure for myself. Our sexual bouts would last for ten to fifteen minutes at the most, and they always seemed to leave me just on the brink of coming. I was frustrated, but, since my girlfriends complained of the same thing, I also thought that this was normal for all sexual encounters. Last June, I found out differently. Not only is my Desmond, bigger behind the zipper where it really counts, but he's also ready and raring to go again even after he's climaxed. And as for my old fifteen minute maximum--my longest of sexual encounters from before--well, I soon discovered that at the end of fifteen minutes we were just getting started. My sex life has been spiced up to a hot and saucy glow--the likes of which I'd never expected. Let me give you an example--I'd never had anal sex until I met Desmond. I'd always adamantly refused my first husband. But what I discovered was that although my black lover never threatened me, he just expected anal intercourse as a natural outcome of our sex life. Des was both cautious and insistant about the way I was to treat him in and out of bed. For the first week of our relationship, all we did was fuck. My God, did we fuck! Usually three times a night, and, on the weekend, I almost stopped counting! I figured that his staying power had to do with being locked up for two years without any women at all, but even after I'd hit what I thought was my saturation point, Des was eager for more. So to protect my pussy, I went out and purchased a very large tube of drug store lubricant. A big smile crossed his face. "Well, well, and what's this?" "You rubbed me raw this morning," I replied. "I figured that this would help the soreness." Des just nodded. "Oh, yeah. This is perfect." Then he smiled. "Thea, come over here and kiss me." Puzzled by his expression, I did just that. He's got a way of making his lips seal up my entire mouth and then his tongue just slips inside like some intensely demanding upper erection. Though he literally takes my breath away, I've gotten to where I really crave the motion of his mouth exploring mine. "You know that there is nothing I would have you do that you can't handle, don't you?" "Mmmm?" After that kiss I didn't care what he asked. "'Cause when Darcy goes down for her nap, I'm planning on fucking you again," he stated firmly. "I can't believe you're this ready so quickly," I said for what seemed to me like the twentieth time that weekend. He laughed. "You'll see." Later on we were naked together on the bed, and Des gave me strict instructions. "Face down away from me. Drop down onto your elbows and knees, and stick your ass up in the air." "Desmond!" I protested. "What is this?" "Just do it!" Suddenly the coolness of the gel lube preceeded my lovers black fingers deep into the soft recesses of my pussy. Cold and moist and hot and soothing all at the same time. "Ooohh!" I lost my breath. "Oh, God!" "Didn't I tell you?" His sentence was puncuated by the slickest motion I've ever seen. One steady push and Des was inside my cunt once again. "Jesus! That was..." I couldn't even get the words out. The experience was overwhelming. "Ooohhh!" But the next moment caught me totally off guard. Since I couldn't see what he was doing behind me, I didn't know that Des had loaded up two more fingers with lubricant until his lube rimmed and splashed across my anus. Then one of his fingers unexpectedly drilled past the puckering hole to drive deep inside my ass. "Desmond!" I gasped out a breath. "What the fuck was that?" "Ssshhh! You'll see." But at least the established rhythm between his cock and my pussy continued to stir broiling waves of pure emotion time and again inside my cunt. He kept that motion going all the while his fingers probed and diddled at my ass. He must have used another three or four fingerfulls of lube to ease my rising tensions back where I couldn't see. I felt the little wrench of a grinding need circle just behind my belly button, and I knew I was ready to cum. To top it all off, I could hear the wet smacking sound of his dick driving into my pussy one thrust after another, one squishy slurp followed by a wet smack. I was wet, and I was coming, and I couldn't help myself. Still straining down on my knees and elbows with my ass sticking up in the air, I moaned a long shuddering moan of sheer delight. Desmond grabbed me by the hips and pulled me against his erected cock time and again, whispering to me. "Oh yeah, Thea! You are one fine fucking white woman." I shivered, and I came a long series of exhausting tremors that drained my energy to the limit. "Ahhh, good girl," he whispered. "You did real good." I purred at his compliment as he slowly withdrew his cock from my pussy. "Oh, Des, that was great." "Glad you liked it," he replied. "Now I think I'll get mine." I moaned out a sound that was sort of a breathy affirmative to him. Then my little reverie suddenly turned a hundred and eighty degrees the other way. Desmond was pressing to get back inside me, but he was pressing higher than I'd expected. "Des? Your not--" The tip of his erection had parted my ass cheeks and pierced my puckered orifice. He'd had it lathered with our combined juices and with more jelly from the tube. but I was totally unprepared. "Des, wait! No!" "Didn't I tell you that there ain't nothing I'd do to you that you can't handle?" "But I've never had--," I started to say. "And you're so damn big!" "Ssshhh," he leaned down against my ear and whispered. "You're going to show me how much you love me." "Ohhh, Des." But I shut up and groaned. I relaxed my pelvis and my ass as much as I could, trying to remember everything I'd learned from other women's shared experiences. I concentrated on my breathing, reminding myself not to hold my breath, not to do anything that would make it harder to relax. Before even half of the head of his penis had penetrated me, I knew it was going to be a lot harder than I'd expected. Even with the cool, slick jelly coating his cock as well as the inside of my ass, and even after being massaged and pried open by my lover's dark fingers, I still felt a scream rising in my throat, and only my self control kept it from erupting. The physical sensation was indescribable, maybe even unbearable. And yet... The head finally jabbed all the way inside me, and Des waited until he felt me relax completely around it. Then he began moving it forward and backward, slowly but steadily, using his free hand to massage and continually lubricate my tender, violated anus as he worked his black cock inside me. With my head jammed down into the bedclothes, my thighs shaking with physical exhaustion, and my ass being turned inside out, I lost track of time. I focused only on Desmond's dick, gently forcing me, and on his voice as he told me not to struggle, not to worry about anything, just to let myself drift away. I felt as if I was being literally stuffed, filled beyond any normal human capacity, and just when I thought I couldn't allow any more inside me, the head of his cock pushed another inch up into my ass. And then the cycle repeated, as I gradually became accustomed to the sensations, and he kept his thick cock moving gently inside me, talking to me and touching me and now kissing me, on my ass and on my back or on the sides of my stomach. Then another inch was inside me, more pressure, more pain-- "Des, I can't!" "Just another moment, honey," he murmured. "You'll see." And then in a particularly delirious moment, I realized that the pressure was no longer increasing. In fact, he was sliding out of me. Then the driving bulk pressed in again, making me cry out softly, and then it was gone again, and I understood, in a daze, that my ass was being fucked. My ass had given up its virginity at the age of thirty-nine. I had taken all of Desmond's monstrous cock up into my ass, I had let him stretch me open completely, and now he was free to fuck me. I was so relieved that I had gotten past the worst of it that I wanted to weep. All the minor pains I still endured now seemed completely inconsequential. In fact, I was very, very slowly beginning to enjoy it, aided tremendously by Desmond's words and by his magical, expert touch on my sweat-drenched body. "When you've had to go through it yourself," Des whispered. "You understand how to make it gentle." "Ooh, shit!" I murmured. I'd forgotten. My lover's hands were gripping the sides of my ass now, holding me back against his thighs, so that Des could fuck me at will. I wasn't forced to do anything, not even stay upright. And Des did fuck me, forcefully, yet without the hesitation I'd expected. "Look leaward, me hardies!" Desmond changed his voice into an impression of actor Robert Newton from Disney's live action film, Treasure Island. "It be a white whale we seek!" "What?" I squealed. "I'm not that big in the ass!" "Helmsman!" he shouted. Then he changed his grip on my ass and called out in a totally different voice: "Aye, Captain?" "Steer ye southward! We be seekin' paradise." "Desmond," I laughed. "Stop that!" "That be no way to speak to yer Captain, lass!" He twisted against my butt cheeks. "Steer straight for the open wetness. We'll find this 'ere white whale, and we shall have her." "Her?" "She who has stolen my heart and soul. My harpooners shall sink their blades deep until the fight is worn out of her," he proclaimed. "Then I shall drag her alongside and claim the prize for me-self!" I felt, strangely, like I was getting a second wind. It was probably more psychological than physical, though, as I knew that my body could only take so much more of this. "But Captain," I replied adopting his accent. "Be that not the whale what took your dick in her teeth and ripped it from your torso?" "Whoa!" he cried out. "Danger, Will Robinson." I giggled. "Nay! Will Robinson--Crusoe? Methinks, a great ancestor." He moaned uncontrollably at that moment and quaked with laughter. Suddenly Desmond quieted down. His body had some serious contending to do with my own. After six or eight minutes more, Desmond growled and grunted and unleashed a magnificent load deep into my bowels. Holy shit! I thought. And then I laughed. "Holy shit?" Then I heard Des grunt and force a large load deep into my bowels in answer to my words. For the last few months Des has slept in the same room where his baby daughter has her crib. Of course, the fact that I sleep in the very same room doesn't go unnoticed either. My neighbors, my co-workers, even my ex-husband are all aware that I've scandalized the community. Everybody seems to be fully aware that Des is sleeping with his baby's grandmother. Now more than ever. I came home a couple of weeks ago, more tired than I'd felt in many years. I'd gone shopping earlier, and I went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. I caught my refection in a number of pots, pans, and appliances surfaces, and each time I saw the face of a thirty-nine year old woman who decided to accept a major change in her life. Eventually, the three of us sat down to nice balanced meal. Salad and chicken enchiladas for two of us, creamed chicken and rice strained juniors for the third. "Des, I need your help." I told him between bites. "Sure what's up?" "I'm going to lose a few months income this coming year, and I was hoping that maybe you could help to pick up the slack somehow." "What's going on, Thea? They can't downsize you. You're the most important person in that office." "Oh, no, nothing like that. It'll just be a temporary leave." "Why?" "Oh," I began softly. "I went to my doctor today, and he's worried about my health. He thinks I may even have to be bedridden for a month or so over the next few months." "Oh my God!" He got up out of his chair and came around the table to put his hands on my shoulders. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" I thought about looking straight ahead, but instead, I turned my head and let my blue eyes gaze up into his dark ones. "I-I'm going to have a baby." Gran'ma's Poosie You see, it appears that my thirty-nine year old body seemed to forget that I was merely his baby's grandmother. So after weeks of messy barebacked, unprotected sex, I was now the expectant mother-to-be of Desmond's new baby as well. The daddy-to-be was very quiet for a minute. "M-m-my baby?" "There's nobody else in my life, Desmond Emmons. You know that," I replied. I lifted up my face and pressed my nose and lips close to his face to kiss him. "Besides things like this are bound to happen when you spend so much quality time inside the best pussy you ever had in your life." A little voice at the table giggled and echoed: "Dannma poosie!" My face went red once again. Now I know she did that on purpose. Desmond laughed and then he literally pulled me out of my chair, spun me around, and threw his big hands around me to hug me very very close. "I think that's wonderful. Did you hear that, Darcie? You're gonna have a baby brother or sister!" Darcie celebrated by dumping her supper dish upside down on the floor. "Dannma poosie!" Desmond celebrated by carrying me upstairs to our bedroom and re-enacting all the steps which got me this way in the first place. "I shall search all the seven seas for my great white whale!" he said. Oh, I'll look like whale all right, I thought. "And when I find her," he murmured. "I shall drag her alongside with me and have my way with her." "Aye-aye, Captain!" I replied. "Whatever you say." * * * So much has happened to me over the last week, I hardly know where to begin. Somewhere around eighteen or nineteen weeks ago, I'd laid awake for an entire night totally aware of my own body's workings. Something inside me had changed significantly. I've had a number of people tell me since then that I must have imagining things, but on that particular night, I'd been fucked in both the cunt and the ass by Des, the young black ex-convict who'd been living with me, and I knew he'd spurted a very potent load of living African American sperm deep into my womb. For the entire time I laid awake, I wondered if I could've done something to prevent the inevitable, but I realized I didn't want to interfere with what the two of us seemed to be pushing to happen. Be honest, Thea, I told myself. You may as well have planned it this way. Although I'd gotten absolutely no sleep that night, I knew two things in my gut the next morning--one, that I was pregnant, and two, that I wanted to keep this baby. Last week, Des and I went to have an ultrasound performed, and we found out that Desmond's little daughter, Darcie, by my own teen-aged daughter, Shaleen, was going to have a brand new baby brother--from me, Darcie's grandmother. Desmond reached out, grabbed me around my waist, patted me on the ass, and kissed me, the thirty-nine year old mother of his baby and both the lab technician and the nurse turned brilliant shades of pink while he did so. The nurse, Nan, was probably in her early thirties, the lab tech, whose name I promptly forgot, was much younger. Although the younger woman was in a hurry to leave us behind, I could see that Nan seemed both confused and turned on by Des's openly affectionate and possessive behavior with his older white woman; so, before I left, I pulled out a wrinkled sheet of paper I'd downloaded from that website. I wrote my phone number on it, folded it up, and handed it to her. "Keep this," I said. "Read it later when you're sure you're alone." "What is it?" "You'll see," I said. "It turned my life around." Nan glanced down at my large belly, smiled and nodded. "Oh, well, I guess something sure changed your life." I smiled too. "You wouldn't believe how much," I replied. Holding me tightly to him, Des walked me out of the radiology lab and to the parking lot. He did not let go of me until we reached my car "Do you think she'll call you?" Des asked. I told him of the private encounter, after we got into the car. "Yes, I do," I answered. "She kept staring at you. I could see all those questions in her eyes. And all the longing as well. She'll call...someday." "Don't go back to work today, Thea," he said. "I want to take you home right now." "Now? What for?" "I want to say hello to my baby boy," Desmond answered. What did that mean, I wondered for most of the drive home? But once we'd arrived, he carefully peeled off all my clothes. "I want you to hold this ultra-sound picture," Des said as he started in on his own clothing. "Why?" "Think about it," he said, soon standing gloriously naked before me, his large thick dick slowly elevating in an up and coming erectiion. Then Des pointed to the baby's obviously male parts displayed in the picture. "If you hadn't invited this bigger package to plant its seed so deep inside you, we'd never have been able to produce this little package right here." I wasn't quite wet yet, but I was so thrilled with Des's words at that second that I let myself succumb to his happy display of affection. He pushed me down on the bed and threw both his arms up in the air. "I love this pussy!" [And in my head, I heard my grandbaby, Darcie squeal: "Poosiee!] I hardly remember how Desmond was able to get so deep inside me, only that he was there and moving, and I was telling him that I loved him, and I was crying big tears of sadness and tears of joy and God knows what other sort of tears. As I mentioned before, when my black man learned he was going to be a father, he celebrated by re-enacting the circumstances that both of us did to get him to be a father in the first place. I think it must be a cultural thing. Or maybe just a black male thing. And all I could think of was that I had friends my own age who were grandmothers just like I was, and yet here I was pregnant with a tiny unborn boy child. Life can be very tricky. Then my mind got hijacked by a really gentle wave of gestalt energy spinning like a tornado around the persistant plunging of Desmond's thrusting dick, and my tears were interspersed with an incredible shiver of ecstasy. I came in a wash of liquid. Then Desmond grunted and came, and suddenly I found myself squirming under a warm flow semen spurting into me like a thick hose trying to spray out hot flames. Why is it I allowed myself to get pregnant? I asked myself. Then I looked up into Des's dark contented face, and suddenly, I knew the answer. I had made this black man happy just by allowing him to do what comes so naturally to him. And together we had smoothed the rough edges that prison and social humiliation had cut into his masculine self esteem. I could tell from my young black man's manner that he wanted to tell anybody and everybody who'd listen, that he'd fathered a baby boy with an older white woman. Tolliver arrived this week. Des didn't bother to warn me in advance. Tolliver was just there on the couch when I arrived home. "We've been waiting for you," Des told me as he introduced me to this absolutely huge black man who sat there quietly looking me over. "Des told me you were his baby's grandma," Tolliver said standing up and walking over to me. "But you're way too young to be a grandmother." "Uh-huh," I let a smile creep across my face. "I'll bet some of the lines you use on a woman could melt butter in winter." "Whoa, shit! Des, I like this one." "Yeah," my black lover said. "Me too." "So where's Darcie?" I asked. "I called my Mom and Aunt Eva to come and pick her up. Didn't you get my message?" "Guess not," I replied. I noticed that both men watched me while I kicked off my shoes and took off my cardigan sweater. It threw me at first and then I decided to ignore it. "Are you two hungry?" "Ravenous!" Tolliver smiled. "But not particularly for food." Puzzled, I looked over to Desmond. He shrugged and then said: "Now that his release is official, I've invited Toll [Note: he pronounced it 'Towel'] to stay the weekend." "The weekend?" I repeated. "All weekend," Des said, then he smiled at me. "Don't worry, Thea. Toll is one of the gentlest lovers you'll ever know." "What!" I yelped in shock. "But I'm over four months pregnant!" I turned to Tolliver. "I'm carrying Desmond's son." "I can see that lovely lady," Tolliver said. "Frankly, it makes you look just more feminine--more delicious." The last time I was pregnant, some seventeen plus years ago when I was expecting Darcie's mother, my husband at the time backed off from sex after I began to show. There I was just as horny as ever, and he hadn't wanted to touch me. The exact opposite had been true with Des, we continued to have a very active sex life from the weeks before I conceived right up to the present. Now, I was caught totally by surprise. Not only was Des fucking me regularly, but he calmly informed me that I'd be available for Tolliver as well. "He won't be here forever, like I'll be," Desmond told me. "But while Toll's here, he's gonna be treated right." "But, Des," I whined. "Shhh," he whispered. "I told you there was nothing I'd ever ask you to do that you couldn't handle, remember?" All I could do was stare into his eyes. They were a soft deep brown, and suddenly, I remembered that I could trust the black man those eyes belonged to. So slowly I nodded my head in agreement. He smiled. "Good girl." I was hungry for some food, but the two of them promised that they'd take me out later that evening--afterwards. I stood silently quiet while four hands undressed me. Once the plump roundness of my belly bulged out into room, I blushed. It hadn't been that long ago that I stood trim and shapely in the dim light. Now I felt like I must look like some lily white gourd shaped alien with ultra-sensitive over-engorged tits--Mickey Mouse ears drooping over my round plump pregnant belly. Soon I laid quietly naked on the bed. I laid on my back with my head pushed off the edge of the bed. Des stood at my head, his engorged black dick slipping in and out of my mouth using that strange angle to try to ram the length of his black cock deep down into my throat. I was leaning toward Des, so I could only feel the other huge man lying sideways against the back of my thighs tightly wedged against my buttocks. But I certainly felt every single inch of Tolliver's cock as the large black man fitted his cock to my puffy vulva and pressed it forward--a bit too eagerly into my anxious loins. I found out he was only twenty-four years of age, now I had an even younger man plunging in and out of my open pussy. As with Des, I was the first woman Toll had fucked since leaving the penatentary. Apparantly that was something that Des had set up for him while Tolliver was still in prison. It would have been nice if he'd confirmed it with me. "Payback," Minivan Mom had called it on that website. Payback for all the wrongs committed to these men over years, decades and centuries. This was something we owed these men--she said. I tried hard to fight the gag reflex that happened when Des pressed too deeply down my throat, but something else surprised me. I knew my own pussy swelled and went slick with wetness during the happy moments when I was fucking Des. but it had taken me a couple days and several tries to get comfortable fucking the father of my unborn boy child, but I realized that this time, since I learned to trust Desmond's instincts so much, that I was nearing a gripping climax from the very first time that this young, oversized black ex-con had packed his large dick inside my receptive cunt. I had two black men using my white body, and it felt wonderful. The fact that I carried the child of one of them within me made it even more fulfilling. Desmond cried out as he filled my throat and mouth with his cum. There was so much I started to choke, but as he backed his dick out of my throat, I was able to swallow the first few loads. Tolliver grunted and came a few moments later. The warm wet flow of pure semen creampied all over my pussy, making me look like some cream filled pastry. The significance of the whole event felt so wonderful that an unbidden thought came over me: "Maybe I should allow Toll to impregnate me next time." Oh, shit! What was that all about? Suddenly my face flushed and my body shuddered through a mind-bending climax. I moaned very softly at first, then louder and finally I gasped uncontrollably. Moments later, I heard the voices of both men chuckling over my moans. "You were right, Des," Tolliver murmured. "This gotta be one fine piece o' ass." "ell yes, even better than my baby's mama," Des said. "Whatchu talkin' about?" Toll laughed. "This is yo' baby's mama." Desmond laughed, and placed his hand on my abdomen. "Do you think I could forget that?" I was gasping so hard I could hardly talk. "Well, I sure as hell can't forget it!" Later that night, after we'd all taken time to rest, Tolliver went to take a shower. For some strange reason I felt the need to tell Des about my errant thought. Surprisingly, he just laughed. "He'd sure as hell love that." "What?" I sat my naked body up on the bed to look him in the yes. "Aren't you angry that I'd think that way?" Des laughed again. "Angry? Sweetheart, I'd be upset if you didn't think that way. Did you think this would be the last black baby you'd ever carry?" "Well, no, but I guess I thought we'd--" "Maybe we will," he said cuddling me closely. "And maybe your next baby will belong to someone else. The only thing I can absolutely guarantee you is that your next baby will be black." I looked back into his face to see if he was serious, but Des just smiled at me. I smiled back. "Yeah, I can pretty much guarantee that, too."