6 comments/ 64104 views/ 6 favorites My Holiday Celebrations By: Thea Dryor One. I used to hate the fact that the winter solstice meant that I'd leave for work in the dark, miss the daylight entirely, and return home at night in the dark. Now I've done a total turn around, and I don't mind being surrounded by darkness at all. For example, when Des and I went to have our ultra sound done, I met a woman in her mid 30's named Nan, who was really taken by the shared affection between my black lover and me--a middle aged white lady. We were surrounded by the dimness of the ultrasound lab as Nan the nurse/technician ran the gooey wand slowly over my tummy to get a reading as to how the baby was growing and developing inside me. "Ohh, here it is." Nan smiled. She showed us the delightfully male package growing between the baby's legs. "Looks to me like somebody's having a little boy." Desmond bent over me and kissed me passionately as soon as we could see the results on the screen. He whispered, "Thank you, little mama." I could tell she was impressed by how positively both Des and I responded to the sight of the little baby growing inside my body. Funny thing is, deep inside, I wished that my other black housemate, R.J., could have been there too. To make a long story short, I wrote my email and phone number on a piece of paper with the web address that Des had shown me so long ago, and I told her to keep it and read it later when she all alone. Des asked me to skip work for the rest of the day, and we went back home and celebrated by re-enacting the same movements which brought our little one into being in the first place. Two. Married life had been a thing of the past for me for over six or seven years until Des turned up at my doorstep to see his daughter--my granddaughter. But now, even though it's not legal or binding, I've got an extended agreement--almost a contract with the two most important new men in my life at the moment—both of them younger, more vigorous and both of them very very black. My grandbaby's daddy, who also happens to be the father of my unborn child, and his closest friend recently released from prison. Tolliver is a dream come true, both around the house and in the bedroom. I'm glad he's staying after the baby is born. But, to say we are the scandal of the neighborhood is to put it mildly. Last night R.J., whom we usually refer to as Toll, spent a little time helping me grocery shop. Needless to say our time in the grocery store seemed less than hospitable, but what surprised me was how patient my 24 year old companion was. This is not exactly his usual behavior, so as we put things away, I asked him what was on his mind. "It's your bitchin' legs and ass, Thea," he replied. "I love that tight little gray secretarial skirt and how it flairs around your fabulous legs. It made all those people in the grocery store both covetous of you and contemptuous of me as long as the two of us hung together." "Yeah I noticed them too. They all want to know what I'm doing with a Black Man. So you're a leg man, eh?" I said. "All this time I thought you were strictly a pussy hound." "I am a pussy connoisseur, babe," he said. "But if a gal starts out with a great pair of legs and an ass like yours, it's easy to work your way up to where the pleasures of the flesh really count." I nodded. "I learn something new about my two guys everyday." There was a pause. We both reached for the same box of cereal and suddenly his face was right in mine. He gently placed his wide lips onto mine. "Des is very excited that his little daughter's going to have a baby brother," R.J. said. "Yes, I've certainly noticed that." "I'd guess that you were surprised that it all happened so quickly." "I was dumbfounded." I turned away to put that cereal in a cupboard. Toll had walked up behind me. First he patted me on the buttocks cheek, and then he wrapped his arms loosely around my growing abdomen. The black man's hands gently caressed my spreading round belly. "You could have got rid of this, you know, Thea." "No, I couldn't," I said. "I wouldn't do that to Des." "To Des?" "I-I couldn't do that to me, either." "Somehow I thought that might be your answer," he said. "If I can talk Des into taking care of Darcie for an hour or so, would you to come upstairs with me?" Like I said before, I hadn't been married for close to seven years. Now as I stepped free of his grasp and looked up into Toll's big brown eyes and his dark young face, I saw that casual combination of lust and concern rise around him like an aura--and rise behind his slacks like the prong of a longhorn steer. While he lived in this house, and while he was Desmond's best friend, this twenty-four year young black man had conjugal privileges with the woman of the house in that same way that my granddaughter's daddy had full connubial rights to my body. "Okay," I whispered. "I'd like that." "Thea, do you believe Des loves you?" Toll asked me this question as he was unbuttoning that gray skirt he'd told me he liked so much. "When he first arrived, I thought he did, and then you came along, and I didn't get it." "Didn't get what?" "If he really loved me, how could he ask me to give myself to you?" I said. "I just didn't understand." Tolliver carefully peeled my pink work blouse off from my shoulders and breasts. I was down to my bra panties and thigh highs. "Do you think Des loves you any less because he expects you to fuck me?" "I was worried that he might," I replied. "Now, it seems so--I dunno--so different." "It is different," Toll stated. "Des and I can't afford the petty jealousy that you white people get so wrapped up in. Why do you think so many blacks were accused of Communist leanings back in the nineteen-forties and fifties? A lot of white men thought that black folk shared sex unnaturally--too communal, you might say. Therefore, all black men were considered potentially Communist. It's not too far a leap for someone to see a potentially sexual threat as being part of a global security threat. If you paint all your blacks red, people will dismiss them." "Where did you learn this?" I asked him. "Some people spend their time in the stir starting fights. Me--I just kept reading everything I could get my hands on," he said. "Writing notes to myself. Dreaming of the day when those prison bars would open and let me out once and for all." I helped him pull his tee-shirt up over his head. My pale white hands slid over the deep mahogany brown of his chest and ribs. What an incredible contrast it was. "Des was there for me," Tolliver continued. "We were each other's protection, somebody that the other could count on when things turned nasty inside--that happened far more often than most people realize. So when he left, it was probably my worst moment in stir." I didn't say anything. But he brought his fingers down to touch my bare nipple. "Then he wrote me and gave me your number to call. He told me he'd be there to pick me up when I got out, and he'd bring me home to the most wonderful big hearted woman he'd ever met, who also turned out to be the best piece of ass he'd ever had." "Did he really say that?" "Thea, even I thought he was kidding," Tolliver replied. "I've since learned that he hadn't been exaggerating in the least." For those of you women who are married or have been in long term relationships, you know all about the "maintenance fuck." One or the other partner is in desperate need of sexual release, and his co-partner gives in to keep the peace in the household. Or at least the bedroom. I have two high maintenance co-partners, but I don't consider either of them a chore to give in to. Each one of those young black gentlemen has a specific strength, a specific need which he can fulfill to the utmost. Or which I can handle with no problem. Toll promised me an hour. He gave me an hour. Lots of variety and lots of energy, just as a woman would expect from a dynamic young man. "Des and I have been talking about after the baby's born," Toll said as his long black dick pressed forward and then nearly withdrew from my open pussy. "I'd like to stay with you to help out if you don't mind." "Really? Ooo!" I couldn't help myself, the motion between my legs made me moan. "Oooaangh! Wouldn't you rather find some wonderful--angh!--some younger girl and start to share a new life with her?" I could hardly help myself. R.J. kept me squirming out of control. He'd cocked my leg up so that my ankles rested on his shoulder. In the meantime, he set himself at a ninety degree angle to my body with his cock jabbing quickly and potently straight into my open vagina. He had me good, and I couldn't get away from him if I tried. "Look here I am balanced atop your thighs and hips, looking into your dreamy blue eyes from the vantage point that any man would give both his testicles to enjoy. I've had the sweet privilege of slipping my dick deep into your pussy, and I love the feeling. Now I missed my chance of working some baby magic with you this last time," Toll replied. "But I'm not missing my shot at you in the spring." I could hardly speak I was so turned on, but I managed to huff out a breathy: "What?" "You heard me," he said. "Come spring I can think of at least two men who are gonna compete for the chance to get you pregnant for your second black baby. Maybe we'll ease up on you the year after that, but I wouldn't count on it. You're way too important to Des and me." I started to hear the soft sloshing sound inside that signaled my own slick wetness surrounding his pulsing dick, and Toll said: "Oh yeah! That's what we need." In a few moments, he grasped me hard by my hips and sprayed his cum straight up inside me. It was a hard hot spray. "Yeah!" he gasped. "Just what we needed." This time our sloshing became a loud sloppy wet piston sound smacking and slurping and making loud hungry noises which filled the room. I could hardly breathe! He'd loosed a flask full of his semen as deep as he could force it. Since I was already pregnant with Des's child it didn't matter--this time. But Tolliver had big plans for the spring. And he expected me to be an equal partner in those plans. Wow! The whole idea left me both speechless and shuddering with a series of mini-orgasms. But right now, I thought, R.J. just felt so damn good, I'd like to see how the future plays out for all of us. Des is trying to arrange visits with baby Darcie's mother. He wants to take Darcie to see Shaleen in prison. I was very surprised. But then, if all goes well, Shaleen will be up for parole in another year, and she will have to live here as well. Three. My house has three upstairs bedrooms, but that morning all four of us awoke in the master bedroom. Darcie was still in her crib and not quite awake yet, However Des, Toll, and I all laid in the same queen sized bed--naked and snuggled close together. I had a black man nestled closely in front of me and another black man clutching me from behind. Christ, were my guys over-flowing on Thanksgiving. I actually tried to write this story last night. I even had a towel spread on the computer chair so that I wouldn't leak any sperm onto the cushion. Both of my lovers were satiated--fast asleep on my bed for the moment. But it wouldn't last long, I knew. Turns out I was right. R.J. woke up first and ended up making another major deposit into his favorite sperm bank. Of course, I couldn't really complain. He felt wonderful. I thought about both Desmond and the baby as Toll and I silently came together well after midnight. It was so hard not moaning under R.J., but I didn't want to wake Desmond. I didn't think I had enough strength left to fuck one more black man that night. Des's mother lives about fifteen miles away, and she's been happy to watch the baby for the last couple of weekends. The four of us even went over for a brief visit on Thanksgiving Day. Like most black women, she's not too thrilled that her son has set up houskeeping with a white woman, but she loves her grandbaby, Darcie, as much as I do, and I'm pretty sure she's going to love her son's newest baby boy just as much. R.J. Tolliver has been a strange extra to add to the mix. I didn't think it was right for Des to bring him in the way he did, but both men treat me as if I were the only real love they've ever had in their entire lives. Beats the hell out of my memories of Shaleen's father, my ex-husband. **Sigh.** I'm over six months now and thinking back on my life when I was pregnant before, back then it meant that I wouldn't be touched sexually until well after the baby was born. Obviously this time, everything has been different. Physically they've been very careful with me, but I don't think I can remember a day since Des moved in with me that either he or Toll didn't run their dark hands along my naked body, strip me down, and take advantage of my vulnerable nakedness with the naked potency of their own. Thanksgiving Day had been a continual ritual of cooking, eating, playing with Darcie, checking football scores, and going upstairs to remove my negligee and fuck whichever young black man wanted me. Sometimes R.J. Tolliver accompanied me, and other times it was Desmond Emmons. Needless to say, I lost count of how many times I followed one of my young black men upstairs. "He's gonna look great," R.J. said softly after our final fuck early on the Friday after Thanksgiving. "Hmmm?" I murmured. "Who?" He put his hand right down on my naked stomach. "This little bitty black male right here. He's gonna have Des's masculine package--long and large and thick. All the girls are gonna love him." R.J. started to remove his hand, but I quickly put my hand over his to keep his black fingers clasped against my bare belly. "Do you think so?" I could see the white teeth of his big grin shine in the darkness. "I know so." "Are you really going to stay through spring, Toll?" "You don't believe me?" I stared at him for a moment. "It's really true, isn't it?" "Yep," he said. "Now, you'd better get some sleep. You've got to face the busiest shopping day of the year in about four and a half hours." He knew I was going to take Darcie out to the mall on the day after Thanksgiving. That's really dumb, and I really should be old enough to know better, but usually after a whole year passes, I delude myself into thinking that this year things will be different. Four. So here I am with tiny streaks of gray beginning to tinge my brunette hair and the obvious bulge of six months plus pregnancy pushing my belly out over a drop front skirt. To top it off, I'm pushing a butter-brown bi-racial baby girl in a stroller up and down the shops of the mall. I may as well have put out a neon sign that said: "Black cock slut on the prowl" to the young black men circulating the mall. "Hey, mama," one young husky street-wise voice said. "Is the one up-the-spout as dark as the one in the stroller?" I laughed. "Yeah, they both have the same father." Truth, maybe a bit of a dodge. "Somebody's a lucky, lucky man." This man had a rugged complexion. I guessed that he must have been given a hard time as a teenager. Still his build was very startling, very strong looking, and quite well vested in self-confidence. He took his own masculinity in stride. "Thank you," I said. "He'd better think that way." "So why'd he let you out of his sight?" I laughed. "What makes you say that?" "If you were mine, I'd be on you like ticks on an old stray cat. Otherwise, I'd suspect that some horned tailed bugger like me would show up to hit on you." I laughed again. "Is that what you're doing?" "Me, and a about a half a dozen other bros strolling up and down the mall in and out of stores. Didn't you see the stares?" As a matter of fact, I did. But I said: "Stares? Really?" "You gotta be shittin' me. There's a pack of hounds in heat sniffing around you, and you don't see them? Shit!" I looked around the mall and then back into this young man's deep brown eyes. My body began to respond to anticipate inwardly the possibilities of things to come. I could hear my own breathing, feel the blood pounding through my veins. For a moment I thought I could smell my own arousal perfuming the air. "Name is Malcom," he said, extending his hand. "And someday, lovely lady, I'm going to find a way to get as close to you as these two babies obviously show that another black man has gotten close to you." Malcom accompanied me around the mall, as we talked. I couldn't help myself. Slickness gathered between the folds of my labia. My nipples and clit became erect and a surprising need reared up deep inside my belly. I must have blushed, because Malcom smiled. "C'mon, sweetpants, give me your phone number," he demanded. "No," I answered. "But if you give me yours, I might break down and give you a call some day." Malcom wrote his phone number down on a piece of paper. I reached for it, but he pulled it back. "Come with me, now." "What?" "Just out to the car park for a few minutes," he said. "Then I'll hand over the paper." "You know, I don't really care if I get that paper or not," I said, starting to push Darcie's stroller forward. "Just give me a minute or so to convince you," he insisted. "Please?" So I grabbed the baby and had Malcom carry her diaper bag, and two small gift bags. Then, for some unknown reason, I followed Malcom out to his vehicle. He opened up the door, and asked me to climb into the back seat. Holding tightly onto Darcie, I did just as he asked. He pushed me over on my back, and I lay awkwardly on the back seat of Malcom's car with Darcie fussing, nestled clumsily in my arms. All of a sudden Malcom pushed my skirt up past my pantyhose and with a deft movement of a small knife blade that I never even knew he'd produced, he cut away the gusset from where my pantyhose protected my pussy. The breezy sensations of the windy air blowing across my cunt didn't last very long, though. Malcom grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the back seat. With a two fingered probe, he was able to discover just how wet his little conversations had made me. Suddenly, without any warning, Malcom shoved his erected cock right up the through the swollen lips of my pussy. I gasped and gripped Darcie tightly in my arms so that she wouldn't get scared by all the strange and curious things that were happening to her grandmother just out of her vision, but I admit, I moaned softly about the fourth or fifth time that Malcom pushed his cock deep. I moaned each time he thrust into me. "I'm gonna cum, lovely--lovely lady--" "Go for it," I whispered. "Go for it." Apparently that was all he needed. This was not to be a long term, loving fuck, just a quick marking of new territory on behalf of the mall "alpha." In fact once I sat up again, hoping to find something with which to wipe the semen from my cunt, I saw about a half dozen onlookers--all of them Black Males. All of them sporting incredible hard-ons behind their slacks and jeans. "Oh, no, Malcom," I said, as I looked out at some eight or ten young men.. "Please don't make me do this." "Don't worry about them," Malcom replied. "I'll drive you over to where your car is parked." When I finally got home, my own two young men wondered why I didn't take advantage of more shopping on that sale day of all sale days. "I think I've had more than enough mall excitement for one day," I answered. "Was it crowded today?" Des asked. "Unbelievable," I replied. "In fact, you might say the best part of the morning didn't really hit me until after I reached the parking lot." Five. Over Christmas, Nan the nurse sent me an email about the new man in her life who, not surprisingly, she's hiding from her husband. I'm going to let Nan tell as much of her story as is possible: My Holiday Celebrations Dear Thea, I'm still at work, and I'm in a total turmoil. Like I told you, my Alan is only 23 and a technician here at the hospital. But lately, he's been so attentive to me. I asked him why, and he told me that he's sensed some distinct changes in our relationship. I told him that I sensed the same thing. Then he smiled and informed me that he's planning to fuck me as soon as we can make the arrangements. Like an idiot, I replied, OK. I couldn't believe that was what I said. Today after work I'm going over to Alan's apartment for the first time. He said he was going to fuck me till I walk bow-legged. All I could answer back was "I hope so." Then I reminded him about my birth control status. I'm allergic to BC pills and my husband had a vasectomy a while back. His reply was straight forward: "I don't use condoms, and I don't pull out." Then he told me I guess we both need to be sure this is what we want, that we're sure that we can handle the consequences of pregnancy, and that being a couple is part of that scene. "I don't want to father a child who will grow up with a dad on the sidelines," Alan said. "I wasn't raised that way. My dad was always there for us and that's what I want for my children." I asked him, "Does that mean that if you and I have sex, then we will be a couple?" "Not necessarily, but if you get pregnant, Nan, and its my child, I expect us to be together as a couple and to raise our child as a family." Then he paused for a moment before he asked me, "Are you ready for that?" I went wet before I replied. "Are you? Do you see me as your permanent mate, your wife, whatever? Don't you think our age difference will make a difference over time?" Then I showed him your letter. I told him I want this to be us, you and me. He read it carefully and said he wanted that too. Not just the incredible fucking, but everything else that went with it, too. "If we decide after we spend some time together than we want to live together because we love each other, then nothing else should stand in our way. But we should at least think about committing to a long term relationship if you intend to get pregnant." Pregnant! Omigod, Thea, I've never felt so lucky or been so happy. The man I love has committed himself to me. I couldn't wait to get him in bed that day. I hope that fifteen days from now, or whatever the time is, that I pass a pregnancy test. Like you have on two previous occasions, I want to feel a love child growing in my belly. I want it to be Alan's child. I want to have his child and raise it together with him in a loving family. And I refuse to stop at one baby, like I did with my husband. "Later today you'll lose your virginity," Alan said. "All over again." I can't wait. I know I'm going to need someone to share with. Can I tell you all the nasty details tomorrow like we were long-time girl friends? I know that later on I'll be sharing the same stuff with other friends, but not just yet. I'm not sure how they'll react to the news. Nan is sleeping with a black man. I know in very little time they might understand that this is not only what I want but what is best for me. But you've been there and done that, that's why I'd like to confide in you. You don't have to try to understand how I feel. You know what I'm feeling and you know how wonderful it is. God, I just can't stop babbling can I. One last thing after Alan read your letter and we had our relationship discussion he was full of questions about you. I just told him you were someone who was a friend of mine who was trying to help me decide what to do about him. He wanted to know more, but I said that was all I could share without your permission. I hope I didn't go too far in what I told him. I even offered to suck him off in the store room of the clinic. But instead he told me that he'd decided to wait, so that he could fill my pussy with his baby making sperm. I was so excited and turned on, I had to hold onto the computer desk I was next to. If not, I think I'd have fallen to my knees or some other equally inappropriate position. Trembling with excitement, Nan There's not much I can say after that. Needless to say, when I showed her email to Des and R.J., both men were on me like velcro for the rest of the night. Actually, I'm looking forward to more emails from Nan. Six. As some of you out there might know, there are certain triggers in life which move circumstances up to the next level. For those who may not know of my situation, I've lived with custody of my biracial grand daughter for over a year now. She is the love child of my own white daughter, Shaleen, and her slightly older black father, Desmond. Although my story is elsewhere in the story section, let me be the first to say that life can sometimes throw a woman a real curve. Shaleen had little Darcie in prison. When Darcie's father got out of the penitentiary, he came to visit his daughter as soon as he was released. Since Des had nowhere else to go, I let him stay overnight the very first night he visited. The next night I discovered that Des, now 31, had not had a woman in close to eighteen months. I had not had a man in close to six years, but that night I allowed the father of my grandchild to fuck me. He pledged he'd take care of his daughter, and he's never left us since. Two or three weeks later, I became pregnant by the same man who'd fathered my grandbaby. Then about a month later, Des invited RJ, his 24 year old cell mate to move in with us. I soon developed a sexual relationship with two live-in black men--totally scandalizing the neighborhood. That brings us to Wednesday, 18 February 2004. My boys were taking turns rubbing their 39 year old pregnant white lady down with body lotion, when one or the other of them began to get rather horny. Now I looked as if I was blown up the size of a dairy cow, but both of my young men seem to think that it was time that they took turns giving me a really satisfying fuck. Let me tell all of you ladies out there that my men have both magnificent black cocks and thick potent sperm. Turns out that I rather enjoyed all the attention, and later, when my body slipped over the edge into a wonderfully strong orgasm, I thought I was all ready to go to bed and relax for the night. Relax? No way! The same motions contained in an orgasm can trigger the motions in contractions—that was it. I lasted through part of the night, but by morning we were in hospital. By late morning a little red-brown bundle of boyhood we're calling Kane Michael was born. Grandma's "Poosie" let in the seed from daddy's large cock, and now Grandma is a new mother and little Darcie has a baby brother. Both of my men came to my room and kissed me and told me what a beautiful baby I'd given birth to. And an older white nurse stopped in to tell me that I'd inspired something in her as well. She'd been dreaming of consummating an affair with a black co-worker, and we'd convinced her to go for it. Afterward RJ came to me and held my hand. "Get well, my love." MY LOVE!!! Tears of joy came to my eyes. "Because late this spring, you're gonna be carrying my baby." Life takes funny turns, doesn't it. Seven. I haven't written anything since Kane Michael was born about four weeks ago. A big part of that has to do with my needing time to heal and get used to being the mother of a newborn once again. I met with my friend Nan, who'd been contemplating having an affair with a black co-worker named Alan the last time I wrote. Apparently he lives in an apartment with several other black guys, and he got Nan very, very drunk and took her back to his place a few weeks back. Interestingly enough he kept her to himself for the entire time they spent at his place. Nan remembers going home to her white husband with sperm soaked panties and the squishy feel of fresh cum clinging to her thighs and loins. And drunk or not, she also remembers every moment of her sexual bout with her black partner. She told me that Alan turned out to be everything she dreamed of in a male--loving as well as demanding--cautious as well as dominating, gentle as well as large and formidable. I smiled as I talked to her--I had taken my two year old granddaughter, Darcie, and Darcie's new baby brother, Kane Michael to visit Nan at the clinic where she worked. Nan held each child and fussing over each one in turn. Then she said the funniest thing: "I'll bet you're looking forward to getting your sex life back to normal." I laughed. "I'm hoping I heal quickly." "You wouldn't believe it, Thea," Nan whispered. "Alan told me to strip naked as soon as we stepped into his place last night. Then we went directly to his room to fuck." Nan paused. "He left his door open so the others could watch. I was never so embarrassed in my life." You've got to understand that Nan is in her middle thirties. So naturally she's worried that her body isn't as "hot" as gals who are in their twenties. "But you did it anyway, didn't you?" I pointed the obvious out to her. "Yeah. The four of them stood at Alan's door for the fifteen or twenty minutes it took us. I actually thought for sure one of them would be next in line." "Is that what you wanted, Nan?" "Of course not!" she protested. But somehow I didn't quite believe her. "Anyway when we finished fucking for our audience, Alan asked if I had twenty dollars." Nan shook her head and sighed. "He informed me I'd be paying for the pizza delivery that he and the rest of the guys had just ordered." I laughed. "I'm not surprised." "No, Thea, you don't understand. I had to pay for the pizza delivery--I had to answer the door stark naked and pay the delivery guy." I laughed again. "I'm still not surprised." Nan blushed. "He wants me to come back over tonight. I made him promise that there wouldn't be any delivery boys." "Nan, are you using birth control?" My friend dropped her head and looked down at the floor. Then she whispered. "No." "I take it Alan doesn't either." She shook her head. "Never." "Well that should make things interesting. Do you know where you are in your cycle?" But Nan dodged my question and took little Kane Michael into her arms. "He's beautiful, Thea. He's so--mixed colored." "He looks like his father." "No, Thea," Nan said. "Darcie looks like her father. This little boy looks like you--except both of your babies have got a hell of a tan." I couldn't help but smile. "You didn't answer my question." "I'm four or five days away from my fertile period." "Does Alan know?" "I've hinted a little." "Which way? That you want to get pregnant or that you don't?" She paused. "I haven't said for sure." I took the baby back from her to dress him up for the cold air outside. Then I threw my arms around Nan. "I hope you get what you want," I told her as I prepared to leave. "Oh, and make sure you invite me to the baby shower." Eight R.J., my 24 year old housemate, has got the prettiest, most intense brown eyes, I've ever seen. The fact that he's black just makes them even more incredible. His stark penetrating stare was focused on me because I was allowing little Kane to nurse at my bare white breast. My baby looked the color of maple cream and caramel against the pink and white skin of my breast, while my R.J. looked to be the dark chocolate color of nearly pure African stock. He's one beautiful man. And I keep thinking he's going to be a great catch for some young girl someday. But like I said before, R.J. kept staring at me nursing Kane Michael Emmons, Des's child. R.J. And Des met in prison--in fact they shared the same cell for over a year. Des arranged for his cell mate to live with us, here in my house once he left prison. Des, 31, is my granddaughter Darcie's father by my daughter Shaleen. Des is also my own Kane Michael's father. He'd brought me out of an abstinence shell nearly six years in length and talked me out of using protection of any sort. Together, over a period of less than three weeks, we'd conceived our little boy before R.J. Got out of prison. And Des made sure that Kane's birth certificate reflected his last name. I was very surprised, because Shaleen's toddler, Darcie, has my family name--not Des's. Both of my men are working for a factory--less than full time as that is all that's available, but they're keeping the household afloat until I can get back to my job once I go off maternity leave. White, and nearly fifteen years older than the gorgeous chocolate black male sitting quietly close to me, I'd been the first woman he'd fucked upon leaving prison. Curiously, he hasn't bothered to turn to any other woman—black or white. On this particular evening, I asked R.J. if something bothered him. He sighed and adjusted his zipper so that his crotch didn't feel constrained by the obvious tell-tale bulge. He didn't mind that I smiled, as I watched him shift his bulge around. "I hope you know you're the most beautiful woman I've ever fucked." "Liar!" And then I laughed. "Why don't you wait 'til Kane goes down, then I'll suck you off." I'd found enough energy over the last week or so to keep my two men placated by using my mouth to the best of my ability. "That's not what I want right now." I sighed. "You know, R.J., out there there's some twenty-something young thing who's gonna take one look at you, and dream of spreading her legs for you so that she can give you a whole slew of babies." "There's only one woman I can think of who I want to have my baby." He got out of his chair, walked over to me and planted a big kiss on my mouth. "Oh, darlin', that's so sweet of you to say," I said, holding his face close to my own. I placed my free hand on the straining bulge behind his zipper. "But once we've gone a bit further down this road, you'll get tired of an old forty something year old woman who'll only seem to be racing downhill toward turning fifty." "Thea, it's been nearly a month since Kane was born," R.J. whispered very softly into my ear. "Right now there's nothing more urgent in my mind--and body than sinking gently into your loving pussy." I must have turned red. "I have to admit, I've thought about taking you too. But we'll have to be very gentle and very, very quiet. I don't want Des to know yet." "Agreed," he said. And that was all the preliminaries we needed. Once little Kane fell asleep, I undressed and climbed atop the naked body of my gorgeous dark chocolate lover. We moved very very carefully, so that his huge erected dick wouldn't do any damage to the couple of stitches left over from the vaginal delivery of my son less than a month earlier. "I don't want you to get infected, but I want to linger inside of your pussy for a long time." "How long?" "How about long enough to get you pregnant?" "You have a one track mind." "I know," he laughed as his big cock slowly slid up into me as I settled carefully down on him. "The track goes straight from my mind down to the testicles and then straight up my dick." "Ummm," I purred. "I noticed that it straightens your dick as well." I knew I wouldn't be comfortable enough to allow myself to have an orgasm, but at least my loins were happily filled up by R.J.'s black cock once more. Oh God, how I'd missed that sensation. "Always glad to get things straight between us," he teased me. "But it's the stuff coming out that little exit at the end of my cock that you should worry about." "Worry?" I grinned and bent down to kiss his wide purple lips. "I'll worry about that tomorrow." When R.J. finally came, he panted for several seconds. "You know, Thea, this next baby is going to be mine." "Not if I have anything to do about it," a third voice stated. I turned and looked at the doorway. Des stood there with a smile on his face. He began to take his pants off and a large vibrant penis popped out from behind his underwear as well. Suddenly I knew that we'd gone back to normal. I was never so excited about renewing anything as I was about renewing my sex life with my two guys. Nine. I waited up. It was the middle of the week, and both my guys were working the late shift; so, I waited up for them. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I wasn't sleepy yet, and I knew I'd have to nurse my baby boy every few hours. I had the television on for background noise, and I enjoyed the intimate feeling when that little brown mouth latched on to my breast and suckled. It's a delicious feeling. Kane Michael nestled his butter brown nose and lips into my breast and clung to my nipple like nobody's business. I looked down at his face, and saw there was no possibility that he could belong to any other human being but Des. He was obviously the child of the black man whom I let inside my body to conceive him. This was the same black man my daughter had taken over two years ago when she conceived my granddaughter. Friends, family and neighbors haven't been too happy about what's been going on in my house. After all I've allowed two black ex-convicts to stay with me—to live with me--to fuck me. To get me pregnant. I also realized that I was going to allow that to happen again. I can't help it. Speaking of "can't help it," my friend Nan thinks she is pregnant with her black boyfriend's child. Her affair with Alan had been pushed exactly as far as she and Alan could take it. Of course that meant that the only territory left "untouched" was the inevitability of her pregnancy. I've seen the way Alan fills out a pair of Levi jeans. There's nothing subtle about him. I think it really was inevitable that he'd get Nan up the spout as we say in the United Kingdom. She seems surprisingly pleased, and Nan swears that Alan's delighted. I'm glad for them. Although she still has to deal with her husband. Speaking of husbands, R.J. asked me if I still had my husband's old wedding ring. He told me he'd pay to have it resized, if I would start wearing it again when I was outside the house with either of my guys and/or with the babies--I also take care of my granddaughter Darcie, who is Des's daughter as well by my only white child, Shaleen. I asked him why, and R.J. said it had to do with taking a white man's woman. So now I wear my old wedding ring again. It was nearly dawn, and time for my guys to come home from the factory. I made up some food and gave each man a loving kiss when he arrived. Later I prepared a hot shower for my men, and I put them to bed. In my bed. With me in between. Naked. Dawn was a delight. For close to eight months now I've known the thrill of two very impressive cocks taking turns probing my pussy--discovering parts deep inside of me which are easily pressed aside to make room for these two long and thick dicks. Lord knows how they spoil me. Besides the wedding ring I wear only the jewelry my black men request. "Thea's wearing both of our bracelets on her left ankle," R.J. said, once his naked body strolled out of the shower and toweled off in the bedroom before climbing into my bed. "That means she knows exactly what she wants." "Umm-hmm," Des murmured. "She needs a couple of fat black dicks to drill her good before she sleeps." "Hey, you two stop." I blushed, turning red at his words. Of course, what he said was true, but he didn't have to come right out and say it. "How far are you into your cycle?" R.J. asked. "What kind of question is that? I just had a baby. How should I know?" "C'mon, Thea, make an educated guess." "Nine or ten days," I answered. Des laughed, "Oh ho!" While his best friend called out: "No wonder you didn't want to tell us." The meaning in their voices was totally clear. I'd slipped into reach of my fertility cycle and now both my men knew it. Sperm can live in a woman's system for five days prior to ovulation. So this morning probably meant we'd stepped up to the starting line in the race for a new conception. My Holiday Celebrations I knew from each man's attitude that we'd continue to pursue this goal for the next six or seven days--possibly longer . I knew that they were very eager to start this morning, and I knew that there was no way I could tell either man "No." Neither man would accept "No" at the moment. And even if I said it, I wouldn't mean it. It wasn't long before I was bedded on my back with a long thick black erection sliding up into my vagina. It wasn't long before my first black lover came, and not long at all before my second black lover took his place. When R.J. finished, Des slid back in. When Desmond ejaculated, R. J. plunged back into position. My system broiled with a pint full of semen by the time dawn rolled over into morning. I was covered with their cum. The fact is, we only stopped fucking when the baby awoke crying for his morning milk. "Would you look at that gorgeous round ass," Des pointed out to his best friend as I walked over to the baby's crib. "As long as we can do more than look, I'm a satisfied man," R.J. replied. But as I held Kane Michael to my breast, I whispered to my child: "The last time I was this sticky, sweetheart, I knew you were well on the way." Now I wait for the inevitable to happen again.