8 comments/ 148696 views/ 21 favorites Mom, Are You A Slut? By: Thea Dryor Numbers Eight, Nine, and Ten "Thea, I've got a favor to ask of you," the deep raspy voice on the other end of the phone said. Of course, I recognized Titus's voice right away. "What kind of favor?" I asked. "One that you've done for Des and Toll in the past," the black man replied. "One that my Marie's too sick to handle." "Oh, Titus, is she still having difficulty with her pregnancy? You have to make sure she's fully hydrated, make certain she increases her water consumption and she'll feel a whole lot better." "I don't want to take a chance on having Marie lose the baby." Titus sounded concerned. "So I won't keep her here at home to perform this favor." "Oh," I said hesitantly. "Is it that kind of favor?" "Yeah, it is." "What so important about this?" "My brother and two of his Navy buddies are leaving for Iraq. They've been reassigned to the 845 Naval Air Squadron." "Where are they headed?" "Al Basrah, they leave the first of this week," he said. "I sorta made a promise to the lads...you know." "And you were hoping Marie would..." "Yeah, I promised my lads that they'd get a chance to fuck a white woman before they left," I could hear his sigh on the other end of the phone. "Quite honestly, I'm asking you directly, because I think if I asked Des or Toll they'd say--" He just stopped. "They'd probably say no," I finished the sentence for him. Then I said something that surprised even me. "I don't think we should tell them either." "Does that mean--?" "I'll tell both of them I need an excuse to go see how Marie's doing, anyway. I'll arrange for Des's mother to watch the babies for a couple of hours." "Man, Thea, I owe you one..." "That you do, Titus," I relied. "That you do." ### We made arrangements to meet at Titus's place the very next night. Apparently these three lads were being dispatched off to a UK helicopter unit in Al Basrah in Southeast Iraq. Not matter how much we hope that we can put this conflict behind us, military personnel keep getting sent to Iraq. They were in for some rough days ahead. Titus's brother, Gideon, was tall and dark golden brown. He would have been as handsome as his brother except for the long scar on his cheek. I ran my finger down the length of his scar and asked him how he got it. He shrugged. "Knife fight. Stupid fight too. Over nothing." "Over a woman," his mate, Paul, added. "That sure ain't over nothin'!" I smiled at him. "Definitely not nothing." Paul looked to be part Arabic mixed with black. Later, I think somebody said, he spoke Arabic too. His other friend, Johnson was the quiet kind. Very dark skinned like Des and R.J., and very young. Jeez, we're sending boys overseas to help fight America's war, I thought. All of these men were interesting specimens. None of these Navy boys were handsome--yet all of them were attractive. I felt my panties begin to dampen. Yeah, I thought, I could do this. "Who would like the honors of unbuttoning my blouse," I asked suddenly. That caught them off guard. "No, no," Titus called out. "That duty goes to me. You three strip down so the lady here can examine your merchandise." I looked at Titus quite by surprise. "I didn't know you wanted in on this." "You know how much I hate being left out." He shrugged. "But, I can wait til the others are done." "I see." "Hah!" Then he pointed toward the three disrobing men. "Well, you're about to." I glanced over to where he gestured. All three sailors had gotten out of their clothes in no time. A sight like that makes a girl smile. They wore desert camouflage boxers, and for some reason that made me smile too. Of course, once the boxers came off, my smile widened. The full potential of each of these men had begun to loom upward and outward in full bloom. "Oh, my! Now I know what they mean when they call you the Queen's finest." I stripped down to my skirt, and then asked Titus for a pillow to pad the floor. Finally, I sank to my knees and waved the three lads in closer to me. I took one cock into my left hand and another in my right. Then I told Paul, who had lagged behind a bit, to take hold of his dick and aim for my lips. Needless to say, he didn't need much encouragement. I was still sucking and licking on Paul's cock when I decided to release my hold on Johnson so I could switch and take his cock into my mouth. However, the first young black man's system must have gone into high gear immediately because as soon as I let Paul's cock slip away from my mouth, he began to spurt thick white spunk right across my nose, mouth and chin. "Whoa!" I yelled as I quickly grabbed Paul's cock and put it back into my mouth. I could taste the salty bitterness of his cum--probably flavored by the coffee and ale he'd had earlier, but I could also taste the eagerness of a young man who was ready for taboo sex. I moaned as I continued to suck on him and drain his black cock. "You think that was something," Titus muttered. "Wait'll you try some of that white pussy." Then I switched my mouth to Gideon's cock. He was a bit more controlled, yet I could still feel that first load of semen dripping off my chin and falling down onto my breasts. Just as unexpectedly, Johnson's dick began to erupt under the ministrations of my right hand. He launched a long streaming globule of semen that first landed on my right cheek and shoulder. It felt surprisingly warm--certainly warmer than normal body temperature. My, what a nice surprise! Then as he moaned loudly, another spurt splashed across my right breast. I sucked on Gideon's oaken brown dick for several more minutes while I felt the two men's sperm dribbling and puddling on my skin. Then, with a gasping intake of air, Gideon howled and he began to pump a strong load into my mouth. His semen tasted salty, bitter as well. I suspect these guys had all had too much coffee and liquor over the past few days. No wonder they acted so tense. The youngest man, Johnson seemed fascinated by the amount of sperm on my cheek, my chin and my breasts. He slowly scooped up a globule from my cheek and started to spread it like lotion all over my left breast. "I want to fuck!" Paul called out. "I'm ready. I want to fuck your white cunny!" I looked up into his eyes and then down at the beefy salute springing from his loins. Yeah, he was ready all right. I smiled and put my hand on his erection. "Hey, is this standard Navy issue or did you have to buy your own?" "That's something I brought from home especially for use tonight. You like?" I nodded. "Oh yeah, I like..." Johnson was still rubbing my left tit when all of a sudden, he brought his wide pillow lips to my left nipple. I felt my nursing glands let down as soon as he began to suckle. "Holy shit!" he gasped. "Milk!" I laughed. "My baby's only a few months old. She's still breast feeding." "Shit!" Gideon yelled. "Lemme taste. He went for my right tit. "Mmmm..." Paul came over and pushed them both aside. "Forget the milk, I want to fuck! Pull that skirt up, slut, so I can get to them panties." Titus had left my skirt in place, but naturally there were no panties under the skirt. Since I had a full day's warning, I'd carefully shaved my bush totally bald. All three men sighed at the sight of my hairless cunt. So I laid down on Marie's couch and Let Paul tug my skirt off. Now I was totally nude in front of those Navy fellas, and they didn't seem to mind a bit. Paul climbed down onto the couch and balanced himself atop of me in moments. "I been dreamin' of this all day," he mumbled and his hands went down to the pronounced mound of my pussy so that his fingers could try to guide his black dick into place. But with all that eagerness and anxiety he was having some difficulty. "Paul, Paul...Let me do that," I murmured. I reached down and easily found his cock with my own fingers. One brush along the bare slit of my cunt, followed by a second, then a third, and I had Paul wedged up against me ready to slide into place. Luckily, I was wet enough that his anxious plunge was easily dealt with. I know I must have gasped as his nice sized cock pushed forward filling up my poor stretching tissues like some sort of battering ram at the gates. "Oh yeahhh!" I said. "You like that big cock, you bitch?" "I like it enough that I'm not even going to slap your face for calling me a bitch." "What the hell does that mean, slut?" "You heard me." I told him. "You boys are going far away from the land of the white cunt, and I want to make your last day memorable. So I'm here to fuck all three of you. I may be a slut--in fact, I know I am, but be gracious enough to let it go at that." Paul started to laugh. Then suddenly, he stiffened and stopped moving atop me until his lip trembled and his body shook. "Jesus Christ!" I could feel the warmth of his wetness spurt and pump inside of me. And then his body went limp and collapsed over me. All the while his dick throbbed deep in my inner regions. "Say thank you," I whispered. Paul laughed again, but after he caught his breath, he murmured: "Oh yeah, thank you, Thea." "I think my big chestnut brown dog just came all over his little white bitch," I answered back. This time Paul really laughed. Titus's brother Gideon was next. He literally dropped on top of me as soon as Paul rolled off the couch and onto the floor. Gideon had no problem fitting his own thick dick into my stretched vagina. Let's face it, we had lots of extra wetness down there lubricating my sheath. Gideon rode for a long time trying to replace all of Paul's load of semen with his own. Finally he too dumped a sizeable amount of hot sperm into my pussy. My loins were soaked. "Young Johnson and I got this worked out," Titus said. He'd gotten out of his clothes as well and looked a well packed muscular golden brown standing next to the dark skinned skinny young sailor named Johnson. "He's gonna be on the bottom and you're gonna be in the middle." "Oh! Really?" "Johnson gonna get your pussy, Thea. I have another hole in mind for myself." I sighed, and stood up so that Johnson could lay on his back on the couch. I could feel Paul's and Gideon's spunk seeping down out of my pussy lips and dribbling along the inside of my thighs. Yeah, let's face it. I had four horn-dogs trying to mount a single bitch tonight. I fit Johnson's erection right up against my cunt and slid down on his abdomen slowly driving it inside. The young sailor moaned. "Oh," I purred. "Feels pretty good, doesn't it?" He threw his arms around my back and pulled me down tightly against him almost crushing me with his hold. In the meantime, I could feel Titus's fingers slowly stoking the hole at my ass. I could tell he dabbed extra lube on freely, and I was rather glad of that. I yelped as I felt the large tip of Titus's dick probe past the sphincter muscle and push into my rectum. "Easy, Titus!" Johnson was working under me like a man obsessed. His movements became spastic and determined. His cock slid in and out to the rhythm of his breathing. By the time Titus established a little headway with the tip of his penis, Johnson was panting, breathing hard--struggling to maintain control. I could tell he wouldn't be long. I had the two men working my pussy and my ass in contradictory pistoning movements. One would recede as the other slammed inside. It was Pure Hell--and it was Heaven at the same time. I didn't know which rhythm to match which sensation to concentrate on, and suddenly, my body burned with a rippling spark of nerves and muscles. "Sshhhiitt..." I quaked out the word. And then I came. Johnson was already climaxing deep up inside my pussy, his wet sperm was running out of my cunt, while Titus was still pounding my ass with his own desires. Gideon stepped forward, leaned down, and fed his dick between my lips and into my throat. Now I could hardly breathe. Finally Titus's grunted, and I felt his wet heat soak the inside of my rectum and intestines. Oh God! I was exhausted. These four men had exhausted me. Not to mention that I was dripping out of every hole. I looked at the time. "Jesus, I gotta get home. The babies are probably driving Des's Mom crazy." "Is it over already?" One of the men whined. "I'm sorry, guys." Slowly I gave a kiss to Paul, and thought to myself 'Number eight.' Gideon was 'number nine,' and Johnson was 'number ten.' I'd had ten black men cum inside me in my life. I smiled. "You three be safe, okay?" I kissed each man again. I vowed I'd pray for them after they'd gone to Iraq. Damn, as I drove my car home, I made the seat all messy with dripping sperm. I knew I should have thought to bring a towel. God, I'd be sore in the morning! Summer Festivities I haven't written for a while, and there is so much I need to tell you all. Shaleen and Desmond got married late in June. In a real sense of the word, it was shotgun wedding as Des had been a couple of months in a row parking his deep wrought iron colored shotgun in dear Shaleen's soft open target and then he'd scattershot a heavy load of seed into her body. For the second time in four years or so his shot hit the bulls-eyes deep within her womb and she's come up preggers. She's due sometime around February of next year, we think. The babies are all growing like weeds. Their proud fathers are still coming home to their children after work is out--both my men are still working at the factory from 11:pm to 7:am daily. Des comes home to Darcie, his daughter by Shaleen and Kane Michael, his son by me. R.J. of course comes home to his beloved Sienna Louise, the daughter we'd conceived together just last year around this time. They are tired after a night's work--usually totally tired out, but Friday through Sunday and an occasional evening (and many an early morning) at home belong to my two guys. They were still wonderful lovers and extremely attentive to keeping an older woman good and satisfied. Marie is still having a difficult time enduring her pregnancy, and Titus is worried about his girlfriend and their baby. She's down to her last weeks and is very big now. She's been rather sickly, and we're all a bit worried about both her health and their baby's condition as well so they go to clinic for doctor's visits frequently. I like to visit her, but her jaundiced complexion concerns me, as well. This has been the first time I realized how "simple" having my children has been for me. Marie's been worried that Titus will try to meet his needs elsewhere so I sort of have Marie's tacit blessing when I take my kids over to look in on her at their flat once or twice a week. Marie admits that she can handle him once or twice a week, but she gets worn out quickly in her state. Also she doesn't trust him with anyone she doesn't know to be drug clean and disease free. However, since she trusts me, Marie watches my children for about a thirty or forty minutes while I take Titus back into the bedroom, and allow him to relieve any pent-up tensions he may have developed. I have to say Titus has a very nice cock. His penis is thick and easily remains hard through two or more climaxes. Which is why Marie is so worried, I suspect. The man is downright insatiable. I finally took an old thin robe over to Titus and Marie's flat so that I could leave the bedroom and pay some attention to the kids for a bit. Especially since my Sienna and Kane Michael are still young enough to demand a bit of breast feeding from me. Then after I'd settled my children down for a bit, I'd return to the bedroom with Titus, and we'd share skin and some real intimacies for a while longer. I must admit the man is a wonder. I swear he could fuck all night long if I let him. That leaves about one evening per week to my hunky lad, Jawad. He's the most beautiful boy I think I've ever met. Oh I know I shouldn't call him a boy, but there's something angelic about his face, his body--even his erected penis. He's of age now. He finally admitted he wasn't of legal age when he first fucked me last year. I suspected as much but didn't want to say it out loud back then. He has this thing about mature women--well, about me anyway--and I have this thing about wanting to hold angels deep inside of me. I've often looked up to see his eyes scrutinize me when I'm kneeling on a blanket or pillow on the floor. There I am with my mouth open and lips wrapped around his thick erection as his hips eagerly shove his cock in and out of my throat. When he looks at me with that mixture of pure lust and yet admiration, I know deep inside that he really loves me. As you can guess he's asked me to carry his child next, but to be honest, I've gone back on birth control as it has been such an exhausting couple of years for me. Anyway, everything's running smoothly over here for a while. Shaleen's First Night Home I couldn't help but hear the sound of the mattress bouncing in the next room. So I sighed. "Thea," Toll murmured. "They're happy." "I know, and I'm happy for them." He snickered. "You don't sound happy." We lay together in my bed listening to the sounds filtering in from the guest room. My twenty-one year old daughter, Shaleen, had been discharged from prison, pregnant for a second time with Desmond's child and still on probation--but she was home with her mother, her daughter, the father of her child who along with the man next to me in my bed were the fathers of my children--Shaleen's toddling half-brother and sister. I always knew Des was a loud and boisterous lover, but I had no idea that Shaleen was just as exuberant until I heard them fucking in Shaleen's old bedroom on her very first night home. I grunted. I couldn't help myself. Every single lustful noise coming from the other room bothered me. "Oh my God, Thea." R.J. propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at me. "You're jealous." "Of course, I'm not jealous." "You've had Des all to yourself for two and a half years, and now that there's been a major change you can't take it. I know jealousy when I see it." "I told you I'm not!" I turned my face away from Toll. "I'm glad for them both." "Then prove it." I growled. "Toll, don't..." "Excuse me? Didn't you show me that contract where a black man should be able to demand satisfaction from a white woman at a moment's notice? Especially when that woman is the mother of his child." "Oh c'mon, that was just a put on! Besides, I think it was Desmond and that interracial web site that showed you that." "Oh really, well didn't this same woman give out the letter recommending black fucking to at least half a dozen women of yher acquaintence?" His hand went to the material of my nightgown, and he nudged at the nipple barely hidden from sight beneath the material. I sighed and then nodded. "Guilty as charged." "Most importantly, didn't you sign the Black Cock Agreement for White Females in the presence of the men you love?" His hand slipped under my nightgown where he felt up my thigh and ended up winding his fingers into the folds of my labia. "You can't deny the vow you took in the presence of the fathers of two of your babies." I whimpered, and he grinned. "Well at least you didn't break the rule about not wearing any panties in the house." R.J. Tolliver's bare fingers cupped the sensitive flesh at my crotch. I could feel his hands on my loins caressing my vulnerable pussy. Then I could feel him tentatively pulling my labia apart, exploring my pussy lips with his long fingers. A single digit burrowed inside of me, inside the most private part of me. "Thea, whose pussy is this?" "Whose would you like it to be?" Then two fingers burrowed up between the lips of my cunt and probed me deeply. "That wasn't an answer." Mom, Are You A Slut? "It's your pussy, R.J., yours to use however you want." "Now what's the first rule?" "I will fuck only beautiful black cocks from now on--" "Delicious...beautiful black cocks..." He maneuvered a third finger deep inside me. "Delicious, beautiful black cocks from now on. Beautiful black cocks only will..." By this time R.J. was busy priming my orgasmic pump as his fingers moved to the rhythm of my speech. I gasped. "...Only will be allowed inside my cunt." "And asshole." He pulled his fingers out of my pussy. "How could I forget?" "Say it," Toll ordered. I exhaled a big sigh. "And asshole." "Sit up and take that nightgown off." I did as I was told. The winter air felt chilly against my skin, but I knew R.J. would warm me up very soon. "Now satisfy your black man, you white...bitch." "Toll!" I very seldom heard him speak that way to me, but I fell back against the bed as he straddled over the top of me. "Do you love me, Thea?" R.J. slowly eased the head of his cock into my moist white cunt. It was amazing to watch my pussy lips stretch around the head of his thick blunt cock. Once his cock began to slide into the moist warmth of my sheath my loins wrapped around his cock like warm, wet, and extremely slippery silk. I fought to keep from closing my eyes. Gasping breathily I bit down on my lower lip. He stopped right there to let my pussy adjust to his girth. "Of course, I do, R.J." I looked up at him as he thrust forward again.. "Yeesss! There's no need to hold back any longer. Put the rest of it inside me." Then he pulled his cock out till the head was at the entrance of my warm wet paradise. Toll pushed back into me only giving me about half of his penis. Slowly he worked the rest of his cock in and out of my incredibly tight cunt. "Does it feel good, Thea?" I surmised that my black lover could feel my pussy juicing up and starting to give way to the rock hard need of his erection. "I can put it in deeper, if you'd like. That would make my night." "Oh, please!" I pleaded. "Go deeper, sweetheart. Make both of our nights." "First I have a favor to ask of you, Thea. It's important." Tolliver slid out and then with his next thrust, he gave me another two inches in one slow long thrust. "Anything R.J., just ask." I used my pussy muscles to clamp down on his love muscle and hold his cock in place. "I know you've gone back on birth control. You're getting shots from the clinic aren't you?" I looked into the deep black pools of his eyes and then nodded. Sienna's birth had been tough on me this last time, and I'd wanted to take a rest. But I'd never told either of my men that I started up on the shots. How did he find out? "I want you to discontinue the shots, Thea. I want us to have another baby. Maybe--" His words were interrupted by a squeal of pure sexual delight. Shaleen's voice echoed through the upstairs hall, and we heard her moan loudly in the throes of her orgasm. R.J. snickered. "Maybe...maybe we can have a little boy." What could I say? "Is that what you really want?" He nodded. "Then I'll do it for you, love." We were linked--black man and white woman linked as intimately as any two people could be. R.J. Tolliver, the man who'd fathered my youngest daughter, had me in his grasp, and he had his cock packed firmly inside my body. So we were linked lover to lover in the ultimate place where a man could be linked to his woman. Toll had pushed his penis totally inside me, and then he cautiously allowed himself to pull out. Yet he never pulled totally out from my cunt. He always left the very tip of himself trailing--that part of him most crucial, that part of him most vital he'd left behind dangling inside me. With his very next stroke R.J. buried his cock deep into my cunt. "Yeesss!" He grunted as I felt his balls land against my soft smooth white ass. The young man ground his pelvis into my clit, to intensify my orgasm. This time he didn't hesitate, he started to really fuck me spiritedly. I suspect that was what he'd wanted from the very beginning. He felt I was finally ready for what Toll hoped would be the fucking of a lifetime for the both us. It was for me. I held him tight, and surprisingly my body started to convulse as I was wracked with a powerful orgasm. Though it had been filled up by my young man's cock, my cunt was incredibly flexible and pliant by this point. His stimulation prepared me for this moment as Toll started to mine deep into the lower recesses deep inside my body. I tried to imagine how R.J. felt looking at my face, knowing that it was his dick giving me so much pleasure, bringing both of us close to the edge. Both of us panted on the brink of exhaustion; yet each of us refused to stop fucking. I squealed and my body trembled with every intimate thrust as R.J.'s thick cock descended into my loving pussy. My moans at the same time as the sound of his swollen balls slapping against my ass were like a beautiful song in vibrant 2/4 time. My man was ready--more than ready to unload his seed. The upstairs was filled with the sounds of four adults fucking. My twenty-one year old white daughter was cooing under the strong banging that the thirty-something black father of her child was giving her; while one room over a twenty-five year old young black man was giving me--the forty-one year old mother of his baby an attempt to reach for the perfect fuck. If there was one thing both mother and daughter knew: when a woman wanted a perfect fuck, she had to go to a well hung young man. Of course, I was experienced enough to know my lover was close to his own orgasm. I reached for my youngest baby's daddy and pulled him down close to me as he continued to seek the deepest parts of my body with his cock. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled Toll's face close to my cheek. "You ready to cum lover?' "Ohh, yeesss," he grunted. R.J. acted as if his cock was on fire, and I suspect he could feel his load building to that point of no return. Toll was merely seconds from blowing his load, when I think I surprised him even more. "In that case we'll need you to cum inside my pussy, won't we? There's no other way I can give you that baby boy you want, is there?" "Did you just say what I thought you did?" "Uh-huh..." I smiled. "Go for it." Unbelievably turned on by now, I could see Toll's whole body start to tremble as his balls started to quake. I wrapped my legs around his back. "Yes, that's it! Cum inside me." On my insistence, he buried his cock as deep as he could into my body and unleashed a thick hot blast of cum deep into my vulnerable cunt. I could feel thick, heavy ropes of cum blasting out from his cock. "Augghh! Yesss!" He screamed, as his hips bucked and an ensuing blast came spewing out of his cock plastering my womb with more of my lover's black seed. R.J. Tolliver bucked uncontrollably then he felt me wrap my legs tight around his ass making sure his cock stayed secure in place. With one final thrust, he deposited another blast of his dark semen deep into the seat of my intimate soul. Exhausted from the life altering experience Toll collapsed on top of my body, breathless. What a night! A naked mother and her naked daughter fucking two naked black males with their sizeable cocks churning loads of seed inside the naked cunts of their women. It's a wonder that we didn't wake our children with all the noise. Mom, Are You A Slut? "Mom, are you a slut?" Shaleen slid her sheets in the washing machine as I was working in the laundry room. "What the hell kind of question is that?" "Sometimes when I wanted to excuse my behavior, I always told myself I could blame crack cocaine for getting pregnant with Darcie or I could blame loneliness for this pregnancy, but what's your excuse, Mother?" "I'm not sure I know what you mean." "Do you think Des and I don't talk? Mother he told me that you willingly took on four different black men one night. Now tell me that's not the true definition of a slut." "I don't think so. I think of it as making up for lost time." "Jesus, Mom. No wonder I'm like I am." "The addiction part of you is just as much your father as it is me." "Yeah? What about your sexual addiction, Mom? You keep telling me you're going over to Marie's to see her and the baby. The truth is you're going over there to fuck Titus, am I right?" I could just as easily have lied, but I didn't. "Sometimes." "Tell me something, mother. Sometimes I lost track of time and people when I was on crack, but since you left Dad, have you ever been with a white man?" I shook my head. "No." "Can you tell me how many black men you've fucked?" I hesitated. "Yes, I suppose I could." "Were you perfectly sober for each man? You didn't have drugs or alcohol as an excuse, I mean?" I nodded. "I had a drink or two occasionally, but nothing stronger." "How many? I'd like to know." I slowly exhaled a deep breath. "Ten." "Like I said, if you weren't on crack, what's your excuse." "There are certain men--three in particular--who I like the feeling of thier dicks inside me. Let's just say Titus is one of them." "Oh my God! And R.J. and Des?" "R.J. for sure," I replied. "And Des would come in a close fourth." "Wait a minute that would leave an unnamed third out of this list." "That's right." Should I tell her about Jawad? Even my own daughter was an older woman than this barely legal young man of mine. I delayed replying while I pulled a cigarette from a nearby package. My hands shook a bit as I lit the cigarette to stall some more. "Titus has an insatiable appetite for women," I told her as I exhaled that first lung full of smoke. "Anyway we all..." I paused. "Anyway you all--what?" "We all have an understanding." "What's that supposed to mean?" I shrugged. "He's more than Marie can handle." "More than Marie--" Shaleen blocked my way so I couldn't leave. "Even if I take Des totally out of the picture--which I intend to, by the way--that still leaves you with three other healthy young men as sex partners. And you're telling me you're picking up the sexual slack in Titus and Marie's marriage as well as taking care of your own man at home? What the hell does R.J. think about this?" "He doesn't care for it." "What about this unknown entity--this third man? I suppose he's black too!" I snickered. "Yes." "But he puts up with this Titus nonsense, too?" I shrugged. "Marie understands. I mean I was the one who introduced her to the man who finally gave her the baby she desired." "So she just looks the other way when her man and her friend go off into the other room to fuck?" How could I tell her that there was something intensely satisfying about the way Titus's cock felt deep inside my cunt? That man brought me to an amazing orgasm every time. Or how about the way every solid inch of his thick masculinity fit so tightly into my pussy that I found myself wracked with excitement whenever we fucked? I nearly always climaxed when I was with Titus, in spite of the fact that most of the time we fucked unprotected. I came a lot with Titus's dick probing into my open cunt or his sperm flowing into my vagina, throat, and ass. That's the way it was between Titus and me. We were very special to each other. I craved those hot wet spurts of his flowing semen, and he needed me for a soft fleshed intimate partner. That's how we were. If it had been different, maybe Titus would have been the man to give me my first black child. Maybe he would have married me instead of Marie. However, things weren't different so what could have been only remained a daydream. However, what we had between each other was volatile and expressive and--hell, orgasmic! "There's no doubt about it, Mom. You really are a slut!" A Young Man's Fancy Someone once said that in the spring a young man's fancy turned to thoughts of love. Well obviously in summer that same young man's fancy turns to dreams of pussy. Especially a young black man's fancy. I had my bare knees cushioned by a small pillow as I kneeled in from of Jawad on the carpeted living room. Summer temperatures left the room warm enough so that I only needed a slinky short robe thrown open to the darkness of night. The other thing thrown open to the darkness was my entire mouth and both my hands wrapped around his long black erected cock. I'd been sucking him with total concentration and full energy for close to ten minutes. I could tell he was fighting the desire to cum inside my mouth. I could also tell he was losing the battle. More than anything Jawad wanted to push me on my back on my living room carpet and plunge his long black cock balls deep into my white cunt. He knew what Toll had asked me to do over the last few months. Like an idiot, I had told him I was going off birth control and Jawad was as eager as my other guys to deposit the living, teeming sperm that would catch one of my ovum. What was it about my men and babies? Why were they all so single-minded? "On your back!" Jawad ordered. But I didn't let go of his cock with my mouth. By now I was literally slurping at his shaft and tip. If anyone had been home but the young children, they would have heard our sex play and put a stop to my outlandish behavior. "Thea," he pleaded. "I want you on your back, please." If I did as he asked right at this moment, it would be very risky behavior for me. I didn't know precisely where I was in my cycle, but I sensed I was damn close to that point of no return. I tried to clamp my lips and hands around his dick to restrain him, but Jawad jerked back, pulling free. The next thing I knew he forced me to lay prone on my carpet. Suddenly my young black man's long, thick fancy had penetrated me and probed me as deeply as anyone ever had. His long languishing strokes renewed the vigor in my vaginal nerves. Each of his thrusts brought us closer to what he wanted until suddenly he stiffened and gasped and fought back a hard shudder. Of course, his shudder soon signaled a long satisfied grunt from deep in his throat followed by the pure wet texture of his spurting, spewing gift deposited deep inside of me. He collapsed on top of me one hand working into the tresses of my blonde hair, while the other hand rubbed me along the side. I held him tight and close, allowing his dick pump and dribble the last of his sperm deep enough where I couldn't see him, but certainly could feel his presence. "Damn!" I stroked his back as I held him against me, but I didn't try to push him out. "I wasn't gonna let you do that tonight." "I'm glad you did. I love you, Thea. You know that, don't you?" "Jawad, I'm twenty-three years older than you! You know that, too." His semen was dripping out from my pussy onto the carpet. "Jeez, what a mess we've made." "I don't care." Slowly he withdrew his cock from the sticky mess that was my pussy. "You don't have to clean it up." "I mean I don't care that you're twenty-three years older than me. I love you." I sighed a loud sigh and kissed him. "You'd better get dressed and leave, Jawad." "Only under protest." I kissed him again. "I know, but your mother will be expecting you home." "Thea." He put on his pants. "I really do love you." I sighed. "Of course you do. After all, I let you fuck me." ### I knew it was a dangerous game I was playing. I'd had my youngest lover the night before, and then I went off to the bank to go to work the very next day. I would've liked to skip out of work except for a promise I'd made to a certain someone that we'd meet afterwards. I'd become addicted to both my lovers, unfortunately neither of my lovers were the fathers of my babies. Des had Shaleen now the mother of his daughter. He was father of her unborn child as well. Of course, we all tried to accept the fact that Des's son Kane Micheal was his by his baby's grandmother--me. The other man who shared my home and my bed, R.J. Tolliver, also shared a little infant daughter with me as well. There was a full sixteen years difference in our ages. Both of these men were black as were my children by them. This was my life now. Mother to two black children and grandmother to two more black children. I was the scandal of the neighborhood. However, tonight after work, I had plans to go off with my other lover, Titus. Like I said earlier--Titus was my addiction. I was on edge the entire work day thinking about the consequences of what might happen after work. It wasn't just the fact that we were going to go off somewhere to fuck, I looked forward to that. No, this is gonna sound strange, but since I allowed Jawad to cum inside my vagina the night before, I wanted to give Titus the equal opportunity to impregnate me. Like I said--sounds stupid, but there it is. Toll had started the whole thing with his stupid insistence that I come off birth control and now he'd have to live with the consequences. All the consequences. Titus would be "cheating" on Maria and I would be "cheating" on a house full of men (plus one), but it was important that we run off together for the evening. I couldn't help it any more ("Mom, you really are a slut!") I wanted him more than anyone else. Of course, Titus had also been instrumental in giving me away to four other different men (all of them black, by the way), but that didn't matter to me. What mattered were those moments when his thick blunt cock was mine and mine alone. He picked me up right after my shift. Soon we were in a hotel with me down on all fours and Titus in back of me ramming me from behind, when I made the announcement. "Toll took me off all birth control, Titus. I could very well be fertile tonight." He chuckled. "Good. I wondered when you were gonna tell me that." "What?" I gasped, partly from the news but mostly from the raw enjoyment of his thick black penis thrusting up inside me. "You knew?" He placed both hands firmly on my ass and pulled me tightly onto his cock. "Maria already told me after you told her." Why would she do that, doesn't she realize...? Then I laughed. "Can't keep anything from you..." "Um-hmm...including your hot wet pussy. We'll go for at least a couple of times tonight, Thea, to make sure you catch." I've tried to write before about the sensual experience of having the best of Titus thrusting and plunging in the depths of my open cunt, and so far I know I haven't been able to find the words to do that sensation justice. The words big and huge have no meaning--not in that positive, womanly--fill you up with intimate sharing point of view. Finally after what seemed like a relatively short time of enduring his pulsing cock, Titus groaned and pushed himself deep into my loins. "Arrgghh!" "That was fast." I murmured, as I felt his cock throb deep inside my cunt. "That was just the first one!" he wheezed, dripping in sweat behind me. "You think that'll do it?" "Nope." Titus pulled his dick out. "That's why I've decided to meet you for lunch over the next couple of days." "Lunch! Are you serious?" "As serious as I've ever been. Turn over on your back." This time the whole process went slower and longer, but the final results were the same. We held each other closely and he toyed with the ringlets of hair around my ear until Titus spilled a very messy pool of his seed directly inside my body. A flash of bright light seemed to go off in my head, and my body writhed with an orgasm like I'd seldom had before. When he withdrew from me, Titus and I laid panting on the bed as if we'd both run a marathon. Finally I told him I had to get back home, and he asked me something I don't remember him ever asking before. "Did you enjoy yourself tonight, Thea?" "Of course I did. It was wonderful." Mom, Are You A Slut? "Good, because we need to repeat the process over the next few days." Yeah, nothing subtle about any of my guys...