1 comments/ 61916 views/ 12 favorites Thinking with My Dick Ch. 01 By: TimAndre Okay, everybody I know eventually gets around to telling me that I think with my dick. I can't help it if so many of my fantasies go straight from my brain to my cock. You know how it is when you find a decent site on the web and it's all filled with thumbnails of voluptuous looking women or maybe it's the same woman for six or eight marvelous pages. You get the picture. Lee, a friend of mine, pointed out the Yahoo portrait of a woman he decided he had the hots for and wanted to write to her. I had to laugh. "Don't you recognize her? This picture was taken from a porn star's web site." "No!" Lee's jaw dropped. "Sorry, bro. She's a fake." I shook my head. How could he be so gullible? Then I realized that maybe I spent too much of my time surfing the web and studying my kind of trivia. Maybe I'm the one who really needed to get a life. After I graduated from technical school, I got to tell you I'd spent the short span of my years between the ages of twenty-two and twenty-six trying to maintain the lifestyle of a playa, a dawg--a swinging bachelor. However, I suddenly found myself thinking seriously about becoming a father. Jeez, where did that come from? "You're just thinking with your dick, man." Lee snorted out a laugh after I told him that. "You're just wondering if you can score some serious pussy by using that technique." I laughed too and agreed with him. "Think it'll work?" Of course, deep inside I'd been dead serious, but I decided that this was something I didn't want to share with anyone else after all. Better to be a playa--one of the gang. *** I have to admit, that pick-up technique doesn't work with girls my age, especially when you factor in my little fetish. I preferred that my candidates for motherhood be white. Not that black women were any easier to convince. Most young women don't want to throw away their lives over a pregnancy and a newborn baby. I told them that soon I'd be in a position to keep them at home and taken care of, but I don't think any of them really bought this. Most of them told me to come back when I had something more solid. Even if I was an assistant service manager for a large automotive dealership, they weren't buying my story. Anyway, there I was surfing the net again and checking my interracial groups when the plight of a woman who'd had her child kidnapped by his biological father attracted my attention. The first thing I did was to check her Yahoo portrait to see if she'd posted a fake picture. Well her picture was an ordinary snapshot scanned as a .jpeg. Good sign that she was real. I went back and read her posting once more. Now what I'm going to tell you has been encapsulated from a number of letters and IMs between us. Her name was Diane. When she graduated from college, she and her white husband had gotten married. The two of them never had any kids. Their marriage lasted seven years until he knocked up some other gal from work. So, on an impulse, she went back to graduate school. At the university, she met a graduate assistant instructor from Ghana. They became fast friends and quickly developed a mutual attraction. Was it some form of loneliness on her part? Something else? I know what the attraction was on his part. I have the same thing. At first Diane figured that since her Ghanaian man looked so different from her white husband, he would be totally different. I think we all do that with new people we meet. However, much of what plugged into her psyche weren't his differences, but what rang true back to old habits. Her white husband had been a minister's son and he knew every button to push when it came to manipulating her emotionally, physically and morally. Her grad instructor drove her down the same avenues. After all, since Jesus blessed their friendship, it was only fitting that their physical union would be blessed as well. Yep, she fell for the old "Jesus wants us to go to bed" line. All right, maybe it wasn't that bad. After all, she'd just divorced her husband of seven years about a year back. Could have been she was more than ready for sex. They began a long term relationship, and she discovered the ultimate truth. Often, once a woman changes her sperm donors things happen quite differently. Diane got pregnant with the Ghanaian's baby within a few months. Naturally, she was thrilled to be carrying his child. However, for her family it was a mixed blessing at best. They hadn't expected their white daughter to bear a black baby. Her son, Emil, was born when she was about thirty-two or so. Happily her parents did an about face when he was born and accepted him into their hearts. It took about five years for the Ghanaian father of her baby to complete his doctorate and post doctoral work in whatever the hell his major was at the time. Then the time came for him to tell his parents that he wouldn't be going through with an arranged marriage that they'd planned for him when he was very young. Diane and the father of her baby came up with enough money to send him and Emil to Ghana so he could tell the boy's grandparents he wouldn't be going through with an arranged marriage. Besides it would give the boy a chance to meet his African grandparents. He went home, married the girl in an arranged marriage and both families rushed through Ghanaian citizenship for Emil to keep him there permanently. Thus, Diane had been pursing legal and monetary action for two years trying to get her son back when I first wrote to her. This was where things stood when first I met Diane. *** She told me up front that her picture happened to be a professional portrait she'd had done. She also said she was five years older and several pounds heavier than her official portrait. Now I'd gotten curious. I told her I'd send some shots of me her way, if she wouldn't mind sharing some recent photos of herself. Diane agreed and I discovered that she hadn't changed that much from her portrait at all. She still looked like a lovely, sexy lady hardly approaching the age of forty to me. She told me I was handsome, but asked what did I want with an old lady like her? Now, let me remind you, her picture doesn't look old at all. In fact, everything about her intrigued me, and when I'm intrigued, I start thinking about how much I'd like to do some major interior exploring with my dick once more. Did I want to spoil my chances and tell her what I really desired or was it better to shut up and take a chance on getting laid by a fine looking woman? Damn! That's a hard one. Okay, the pun just slipped out. But, the point is, did I want to be accused of being lead by my cock again? No, some little strain of honesty forced me to be up front about my desires with her. Her answer came back: "Well, I guess that's something I can think about." My joy went into overdrive. The only thing left now was to meet her in person. We chose neutral ground--the parking lot of a national chain restaurant. I got off work, went home to shower, shave and dress appropriately for a hot date. I arrived a few minutes early and kept an eye out for her car. Was it this one? No. That one? I watched for ten or fifteen minutes until she pulled into the parking lot. I have to tell you the sight of her sucked my breath right out of my lungs. I waved and began to walk over to where she parked. As she got out of the car, I noticed two distinct strong points from a distance. One, she had damn good long legs. Two her abdomen, hips and ass were well upholstered to my taste. Thank goodness she hadn't bought into that white woman's need to be some anorexic model from the fashion shows. She'd worn a small black jacket over an elegant sleeveless cocktail dress. So anyway when I met her and first looked into her beautiful blue eyes, I realized that I wanted her. I knew my dick begged to stand up and salute her intimately. I wanted to mark this woman the way males marked all important females in their life. I escorted her into the restaurant for dinner. I'd made sure to reserve a table ahead of time. Even then it took a couple of minutes for us to be seated. We spoke pleasantries. Nothing of any particular concern. It was obvious we were still checking each other out. I loved what I saw. Sparkling eyes. Classically mature features and flawless skin. No doubt about that. Great figure, too. When she slipped that jacket off her bare shoulders, I was hooked--not to mention her rear end. I reveled in following behind Diane until we'd been seated at our table. However, I wondered what she made of me? In fact, I kept asking myself at what point would it be okay to ask her, Diane, when can my dick come and linger luxuriously inside your pussy? No doubt about which part of my body tended to lead the conversation at this very moment. Would you mind very much if we primed the pump together for a while? At least until I get the water of life flowing good and strong. Then, you and I can intimately discuss babies--nonverbally, of course. How subtle was that? Again I looked into her eyes and grinned. "What?" Diane wiped her hands nervously on her napkin. "You're staring!" "You're very beautiful." She screwed up her face in jest. "C'mon, you're just teasing me. Everyone probably thinks I'm old enough to be your mother." "I doubt that very much," I replied. "Speaking of that, did you bring that picture of your son along with you?" Her face brightened up. "As a matter of fact, I did." She dug into her purse and came out with a wallet sized photograph of a slightly younger version of herself holding a preschool aged biracial boy. "This is Emil." I looked at the picture and then looked back at Diane. Yep, same woman all right. It was true! The sexy white lady across the table from me had borne a black baby a few years back. Okay, here it goes. "Diane, have you thought any more about what I asked you about in my emails?" She flushed. "Ohh! That was unexpected." "Forgive me for rushing things. But, I've thought about little else since I began corresponding with you." There was a short pause. Then she whispered, "Me too." This time I know my face reflected my surprise. "Really?" She nodded and then looked down into her water glass. "I don't quite know what to say to all of this, but I can't say I'm not...flattered, Tim. I'm just so...flustered." "That's allowed." "I'm glad. I'm really going to have to check with my doctor, you know. Women over forty at risk and all that..." "There's an easier solution you know." I thought I'd take a chance and watch her reaction. "All we have to do is fuck every night and see if my seed catches." "Tim!" Diane's face went beet red, and her jaw dropped. "People all around us could be listening." "Not likely..." I reached out and took her hand across the table. I wondered if she'd protest. But she left her hand in the clutches of my own. "Are you enjoying your salad, Diane?" "What?" She pulled her hand away and began to cut her lettuce leaves into tiny bites. "You are something else, you know that?" The rest of dinner was as unforgettable as what had gone before. "So can we see your apartment tonight?" Diane looked into my eyes for a few minutes and then answered. "I think I'd rather see yours." This time I was caught by surprise. "My place?" "If you don't mind..." She looked down at her plate again. "I mean the Heights are much closer to the restaurant than my apartment." "Uhh...my duplex kind of looks like a bachelor's crib, is the mess gonna bother you?" She shook her head. "No." I raised my eyebrows. "Okay then, my place it is." I wrote down my address on a paper coaster and slid it to her. "I want you to follow me home in your car, but if you lose me, here's the address." *** I learned something important when I took Diane back to my duplex in the Heights. Something I hadn't expected. Since girls my age and younger tend to wear bikini panties and thongs, I am used to seeing those tiny strips of cloth covering a woman's loins. Especially after a formal date. Diane wore black panties fully appropriate for a woman her age and her size. You know how panties fit on those retro centerfold shots from the fifties and sixties? I don't think she'd planned on being in a situation to have me scrutinize them so closely. On the other hand, it had been a while since I'd gotten any woman stripped down to where I could examine the way her panties fit on her hips, abdomen, and pubic mound. Turns out it had been even longer since Diane found herself in the same position with a man. As I said before, the place looks pretty much like a poor man's bachelor pad. Décor is early Salvation Army and curbside pick-up. I'm afraid all I've got in my bedroom is a twin bed. However, Diane agreed that even a twin bed would provide more than enough room for what we had in mind. I helped Diane out of her black dress, her strapless bra, and peeled off her black panties in a short time. Once those panties came off, everything between us changed. The aroma of the woman smelled glorious. Damp, musky, feminine and inviting. I left my nose centered right where her pubic mound and curly hairs were and intentionally sniffed her pungent fragrance. I sensed I'd get a chance to play with all the folds of her labia lips in a matter of just a few minutes. Needless to say, I could hardly wait. Now it was my turn to disrobe. Needless to say I still saluted her close proximity with my erected saber. Diane smiled. "Okay, I'm impressed." Against my better judgment, I asked her if she wanted me to find a condom. I could see the thoughts churning in her brain for a moment. Then, shaking her head, Diane walked up to me and stepped into my arms. "That's not in our agreement, is it?" This time as I grinned, she dropped to her knees from a standing position and her fingers began to caress my erected cock. Her tongue ran a slow delicious slide up and down the shaft, enticing me even more. As if my impulsive substitute for a brain could stand up any straighter. Oh yeah, I was definitely doing all my thinking with my dick. I tangled my fingers up in her dark, shoulder length hair and pulled her head against my groin. What an incredible intensity Diane ignited for a forty year old woman. Who would've believed it? I threw my head back. I wanted to climax; yet, I didn't want to ejaculate into her mouth and waste a full load of potent sperm. I moaned out a gasping "No..." and then forced her head back away from my penis. Her blue eyes twinkled, as Diane looked up into mine. "Almost had you." Her tongue flicked out and slurped a small drop of milky liquid from the aperture at the end of my cock. Her action caused me to shiver. "C'mon. Up on the bed, you," I insisted as I helped her back to her feet, and then guided her naked body into a sitting position on the bed. "You understand that once we get started on this course, there's no stopping us." Diane nodded. "You've made that very clear." "Good." I hadn't had any woman at all since well before I'd begun corresponding with her in early August. Now you could count the days down until September arrived and here a naked white woman sat on my bed, tempting me with her smile and a body that simply wouldn't quit. "Because this won't be our last night together, if I can help it." Her body excited my primal needs, no doubt about that. But I wondered what it was about this forty year old woman that really appealed to me--besides her race. Then I realized that her face reflected the kind of quiet acceptance that told me that she was willing to give into my demands. Demands for sex, for long term companionship, my demands for a biracial baby--she looked willing to accommodate each one. Like I hinted before, I could see that willingness in her smile, her face--her eyes. Once again I'd come to point where I was leading with my dick. My dick needed to be nestled inside a warm, wet woman, and my mind specifically wanted that woman to be Diane. I moved between her knees, ready to top her pale thighs with no hesitancy. But I fought that impulse with the desire to taste the essence of the mature woman before me. I dropped my lips down to engage the standing jut of her nipples one at a time. My tongue circled each nipple leaving a little trail of saliva. When I blew gently on her areole, I saw tiny goosebumps appear on the light brown flesh. Diane gasped softly. Soon I dropped my mouth two feet lower, taking her labia and spreading them with my fingers and probing Diane's lower lips with my tongue. She didn't taste like honey or sweet wine. No, if anything, Diane tasted like black olives and dressing. I enjoyed the flavor and aroma of her natural nectar mixed together when my lips pushed deep into the cleft of her cunt. Her moan vibrated like a purr deep in her throat, while I tried my best to concentrate on the entire delectably sensitive surface of her pussy lips. I could tell from the sound of her groans that it had been a long time since she'd had a man's lips and tongue fully buried in her cunt. I loved everything about the experience as well. By this time she'd gripped my scalp with both hands in order to keep my head and mouth close in between her thighs. As I watched and listened, I held Diane's hips down against the bed while my lady flushed beet red and had what must have been a deeply satisfying orgasm. Finally she protested. "Tim, stop! Please! It's time to move forward, okay?" "Do you mean it?" I asked as I crawled up onto the bed and straddled her. Smeared with her intimate juices, my face had to have smelled quite musky. However, she kissed me anyway. "Of course, I mean it." I stabilized myself along her naked thighs and abdomen, and she used her hand to guide my cock into position to meld with her splayed loins. "Do it, Tim!" Then she grunted, catching her breath, as I thrust forward with my hips. This lovely forty year old white woman and I were conjoined sexually. Now my dick was definitely stuck somewhere I wanted it to be. Diane shuddered and closed her eyes as I penetrated her sloppy wet tissues. The squishing sounds of her pussy interacting with my cock sounded like another conversation between us happening right where we conjoined. I watched her face carefully until she opened her eyes again. Then I smiled. "You feel beautiful. I love the way your pussy sucks me right in." She came up to kiss me once again. "Thank you. I didn't realize how much I missed being held in a man's arms." What she didn't say was something I could read all over her face: Having a man's cock thrusting up inside of me. "Like I said, this won't be the last time." It took us a while to establish a comfortable rhythm. Once we did, Diane began to moan sensually. Her voice actually seemed to sound younger and more girlish as we continued to make love. "I love the way you fit inside me, Tim. Just like you were made for me." "I was," I answered trying to maintain our rhythm. "I knew that from the moment we met." Long minutes went by where my erection explored and examined every internal inch of Diane's cunt. We'd generated so much natural lubricant between us that the slurping sound of our togetherness echoed through my bedroom like primitive percussion layered with the beat of the mattress springs playing in counterpoint. The whole sloppy mix heightened our excitement. Nevertheless, the strongest tingling sensations came when I began to churn the pliant tissues deep inside her. Alternating between a circular motion and a plunging, pounding motion, I let every inch of my penis bathe in the natural juices of Diane's vulnerable vagina. Jesus, life was good at this moment! Closing her eyes again, Diane's cheeks flushed. Her neck and the top of her chest over her breasts reddened and her breathing became very erratic. Her climax surprised me--gladdened me--and ignited my own. I hadn't expected this at all. There was so much more I wanted to do to her, but my body had taken control and my mind couldn't stop any of it. Thinking with My Dick Ch. 01 I opened my eyes and riveted my stare on her face. Oh yeah, Diane was my woman now. Suddenly the muscles along my prostrate and testicles spasmed and a rush of pure energy flashed from my brain heading down and from my toes speeding up. Both flashes met at the very core of my body and I trembled and shuddered aloud. My nerve ganglia ignited and propelled a teeming viscous tribute out through my long extended pathway buried deep inside my partner's open loins. That first pure spurt of liquid seemed to blast out. It was followed by a second spurt and then a third. Soon I was spewing a continuous stream of my creamy essence, the seed of my African heritage deep into Diane's vaginal sheath. I'd done it! She'd allowed me to begin our long natural journey toward parenthood. Diane moaned beneath me, and I lifted myself up. I had to look at the results. Oh, God, how wonderful! Diane's meaty pussy was leaking a thick layer of translucent semen, seeping out from the very orifice where our genitals stayed spliced. When I pulled out, I saw that we'd each creamed and coated each other's loins. Sweating, she panted uncontrollably. "Let me rest for a minute." I grinned. "If you insist." Within moments she'd dropped off to slumber. I cuddled Diane close, watching and admiring her beautiful form as she slept. *** When she awoke about an hour and a half later, the glow of the evening summer sun still streamed in through the curtains. We'd intertwined on the bed, my top leg laying over hers possessively. Sleepily, Diane looked over at me. "Hi." "Hi. How do you feel?" I couldn't help fondling her breast as we lay intertwined. "I'm fine. Sweaty...tired...a bit sore..." She grinned. "Happy." "Ooo...I'm glad." I leaned over to kiss her on the top of her head. "We did it." "Well, we certainly indulged in the preliminaries." "Do you mind if we indulge again?" My finger circled her areola and tweaked a now hardening nipple. "Not at all. It's your house. I think I should abide by your rules." I decided not to tell her that it was my dick that busy thinking up all the new rules. I figured I'd just enjoy the results. Thinking with My Dick Ch. 02 My best friend figured that my line about seducing a partner to have my baby now that I'd reached my mid twenties was just that--merely a line designed to get some barebacked pussy. It wasn't. I knew for some time that I was ready to become a father. I just had to find the best candidate for a mother, and that's where a white, nearly forty year old woman named Diane came into my life. So many things about her appealed to me. I loved the fact that she was built like a real woman and not some fashionable waif like on television. I loved the fact that she'd already experienced a black baby--a child her son's father kidnapped to take back to his homeland in Ghana. And I soon I learned to love the fact that Diane was a damn good fuck. It's not so much that she said, yes to my baby making fantasy, as much as Diane didn't say, no. *** Wednesday Night: I sat up to scrutinize her naked white body. God, she looked delicious. The room glowed with the ebbing twilight pouring through the curtains, and Diane glowed with the rosy blush of our time interlocked together. The mixture of my sperm and her own juices had seeped from the deep hole our bodies had shared down onto her thighs and ass where they'd dried together in a sticky paste. I brought my fingers down against her skin and used a fingernail to peel back a gummy droplet. I smiled. This was us! Diane and I--together. I examined the little stretch marks on her abdomen with my fingers. I could think of countless guys my age that might be turned off by these telltale wrinkles, but I wasn't one of them. You can't be a father without successfully marking a mother. And this woman was mine to mark. I know that sounds odd to some of you, but, sorry, that's the way my brain works. My fingers slid across her pale flesh and traced the stretch marks as they branched out reaching for her ribs. Since it was late August, neither of us wore any covers atop us on the twin bed. She snuggled into my pillow, while I continued to run my eyes over every inch of Diane's body. Look at those hips! I was tempted to grasp her by her lovely pale hips and use them as leverage to thrust as deep as I could go into her interior. Then I fixed both eyes on her pussy. About an hour and a half ago my dick probed this beautifully pliant white vagina exploring and examining and prepping her reproductive system to be totally receptive my load. I told Diane in no uncertain terms that when my dick pushed its way as deep as I wanted, she'd stay with me until we'd conceived. Conceived! God that word rang in my brain. Her eyes opened, and she found me staring at her. "What's going on?" I beamed. "I'm just admiring everything about you." Diane sighed. "Don't you think I'm too old, Tim?" "Do you think I'm too young?" I watched her shake her head. "Then knock it off with the too old crap." She looked at the faded light coming through the window. "What time is it?" "It's around ten o'clock or so. Why, d'ya have some place to be?" "Not exactly..." Diane came up on one elbow and reached out to caress my hip. I could see the wheels turning in her head. "So how was...you know...for you?" This time I broke into a broad grin. "Wonderful. Stupendous. You're a writer. Choose a superlative." "Umm...funny man." She moved her own fingers around. "I never ever dreamed I'd find a man with the proverbial washboard stomach once I left high school. You look incredible." "Me? Hah!" I laughed. "More like a Laundromat's double loader. So, how do you feel?" I couldn't help fondling her breasts as she lay so close. "I'm fine. Sweaty...tired...a bit sore..." She grinned. "Happy." "Happy! I'm glad. I'm thrilled!" I leaned over to kiss her on the top of her head. "We did it." "Well, we certainly indulged in the preliminaries." "Do you mind if we indulge again?" My finger circled her areola and tweaked a now hardening nipple. "Not at all. It's your house. I think I should abide by your rules." She sat up on my bed. "But if we're going to fuck, I have to go to the bathroom and get another glass of water to drink first." I had to smirk. It caught me off guard to hear this forty year old white woman comment so matter-of-factly about what she needed to do before we could fuck again. I watched her stand up from the bed and walk naked out the bedroom door toward the kitchen. Diane stood totally nude at my sink and began running the cold water. Glancing through the cupboards, she called out, "Tim, where are your clean glasses?" I followed her inviting bare ass into my kitchen. "God, I hope I have some clean glasses." "Spoken just like a bachelor." She pulled down a coffee mug. "This'll do. Moisture is everything to a loving couple. You could stand eight ounces of water too." "Why's that?" She drank from cup for a moment. "Helps with prostate fluid production and a healthy sperm count." I grinned and grabbed another mug from the cupboard shelf. "Oh, I love the way you think, Diane." She refilled her glass and walked down the hallway toward the bathroom. She closed the door behind her. Smiling, I walked back into my bedroom. No doubt about it, I was ready to take this woman once again. At least two times tonight, how lucky could an ordinary guy get? I gulped my water down as well. Shoot, I'd probably better go to the bathroom too--just in case. Like Diane said, there were certain things we'd have to take care of before we could fuck again. I could hear her running the water to wash her hands. I tried the door. It wasn't locked so I opened it. I stood behind her at the bathroom sink and we gazed into each others eyes in the half-sized mirror. I never thought of myself as large or Diane as small until I saw our reflection shining back at us. Next to me, she looked downright petite. I brought my hands up to her shoulders. "You are so gorgeous, babe." She gave me a playful smile. "Spoken like a man hoping to get laid." "Hey! I'm not going to lie to you." Then I moved over to the toilet. "My turn to empty my bladder." She left the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I was off the pot and out the door in a matter of seconds. When I strolled back into my bedroom Diane was hanging up her cocktail dress on a hanger. She'd already done my sports jacket and slacks. She turned to me as I walked in. "These should drape wrinkle free over night." Domestic full frontal nudity! Fabulous! I let her finish hanging our garments before I demanded that Diane return to my bed. A woman that looked that damn good needed to be embraced in the ultimate wrestling hold. She padded back toward my bed. "I put away your clothes. You'd think I was your maid...or your mother." "Bite your tongue!" I replied. That was a downer I refused to face. "I have every intention of slippin' Tab A into Slot B so that you and I can do our damnedest into making that woman a grandmother. There's no way in hell I could mistake you for my mother." "Sorry," she whispered. "My bad..." "Not for long. I have it on the best authority that you are a wonderful fuck." "Oh, and what authority would that be?" "Someone I trust implicitly..." I grabbed my own erection and pointed it directly at her. "A really good authority." Diane and I slipped into silence as we came together on the bed. I rolled up on top of her and distributed my weight as carefully as could, balancing my hips and thighs atop her own. We didn't speak, although we said volumes with our eyes and lips. I wanted her blue eyes, brown hair, and pale flushing skin—once she guided my erection easily into position to nudge firmly up against her center slit, I let my enraptured soul spin out of control trying to absorb every modicum of her essence. I pressed forward with my thighs and hips, while a long and sensitive part of me snaked deeply parting the cleft of her labia with my bulky cock. "Gotcha!" She snickered and then moaned. "I know." We didn't have enough room on the twin bed for us to switch positions while we made love. About ten minutes or so into our bout, Diane asked me if she could be on top for a while and I said yes. I had to withdraw my penetration completely from her loins in order to stand up and allow Diane to get up off the bed and wait for me to exchange places. Then after I lay down on my back we came together atop the bed again. She squatted down over my hips and used her delicate fingers to guide my penis back into the warmth and excitement of her abdominal core. I let a loud gasp out from my throat as her pussy generously enveloped my dick once more. Oh yeah! This was the sort of place my cock wanted to spend the entire night. Or maybe eternity. Soon Diane took over control of the rhythm as she ground her dripping cunt down against my erection. Her mouth opened and she moaned out a little girl's high muffled sigh as she forced her cunt to engage my cock. "Oh, Tim!" She rode my penis like a bronco rider leaned into the saddle horn. "Do you know where your dick is now?" Her face began to flush increasingly red as she moved steadily up and down stimulating the nerve ends on my cock. I grunted a small groan. The experience nearly over stimulated me. "You wanted to explore the interior of a white woman's open, vulnerable loins--her Caucasian..." Diane grunted. Her breath became erratic. "...Her white, Caucasian cunt with your black cock..." Diane closed her eyes, grimaced and blushed. "The perfect delivery system to spill...to spew teeming African seed into a place that's supposed to be forbidden to such living seed." The hypnotic sound of her voice began to spiral the pressure up from my spine into my brain and down from my brain into my testicles. I gasped, beginning to lose control. I picked up speed lifting my pelvis to lunge for Diane every time she pulled her pussy away from my midsection. "Soon every one of your tiny sperm will spurt out carrying their African heritage as far from your body as you can propel them." She gasped again. "But they'll have no place to go once they leave your body, will they?" I muffled a shriek deep down in my throat, as I held onto her tightly. "No place to go, but inside me!" She panted uncontrollably now. "No p-place for your black seed to go, but inside your white lover." Suddenly, Diane choked back a squeal, as if she were fighting back an orgasm. "Omigawd!" I couldn't help myself. I climaxed hard. Ejaculating my roiling, flowing semen straight up out of my erected penis to launch a spray right into the white woman straddling atop my midsection. "It's all right," she murmured, as she bent over to kiss me and snuggle down close to me. "It's all good, because you wanted to produce a child that was both black and white. You wanted to mate your genes with a white woman's." She continued to move against the standing remnants of my erection. I groaned a long throttled growl from my throat, while I tried to catch my breath. "See...how...easy it was...T-Tim?" Suddenly Diane lost control and shuddered. Her pussy unleashed a streaming torrent of hot cream over my cock. "Ohhh...Gawd!" She flushed beet red and her tremors literally got the best of her. We lay together in the August heat Diane's naked form flattened out over my prone body, her vagina impaled by the still pumping erection I'd probed her with. Our physical love had been satiated for now, as we'd both cum within a few minutes of each other. I stroked her back contentedly as we lay together on the bed. "You okay, baby?" Diane giggled. "Oh, now there's a magic word." "What word--baby?" I could feel the dripping liquid lathering up my cock. "Does the word scare you, sweetheart?" "No! Not if you're happy with it." "Nothing would thrill me more." *** We'd begun our date on Wednesday evening. It was now well after midnight on Thursday, but we were both wide awake. Diane found the most enjoyable way to awaken and refresh me in the wee hours of the morning. Her technique included that a natural cleaning and lubrication of my dick with her mouth, lips and tongue. I could see her head, centered at my groin, bobbing up and down in the dim reflected light from the street lamp. I felt the intensity of pure encouragement as my penis stiffened and responded to her ministrations in the darkness of the night. "I never realized a morning alarm clock could feel so damn good," I murmured. She hummed a chuckle and the vibrations played along the nerves of my cock. The sensations played along my dick directing the blood straight to the necessary capillaries to make it grow and show a sufficient delight in milady's presence. "You'd better quit right there, sweetheart," I suggested. "My task is still pretty single minded when it comes to what I want to do with you." Diane stopped her oral strokes and snickered. "You are so predictable." I laid her down in the center of my bed and brought my own lips, tongue and saliva into play so that we might manufacture enough natural lubricant together to ease our bodies into a lovely aggressive love making. I think I brought her nearly to the point of culmination with my mouth. Then, at her request, I backed off. A minute or so later, Diane lay beneath me with her back pinned against my mattress. In the dark morning hours, I thrust enraptured between her spread legs once again. It was as if my dick had taken on a will of its own. Ah...Thursday morning one A.M. and life was sweet. We fucked for well over twenty minutes before either of us came. Diane gave in to a loud moaning orgasm first, and then I ejaculated a full load of my semen inside her several minutes later. All in all, our attempt felt very successful. She held me close after it was all over. "God, I love you." *** Dawn came before six in the morning. She woke up, went off to the bathroom to pee again, drank another glass of water, and came back to bed in order to snuggle up against me. I loved the feeling of her soft body nestled into mine. Of course, now that I was awake, I had to urinate as well. When I came back to bed, my white lover kissed me. We both suffered from morning breath. Indeed, each of our mouths tasted like the other person's groin. However, an early morning kiss when you've been sleeping alone for so long felt like heaven. She didn't taste so bad--not really. Obviously, Diane felt the same way about me as we continued to thrive in each other's presence on the mattress. Each new kiss brought us closer to indulging in the other's nearness. I looked into her eyes and asked the question. "Do you mind if we try again?" Smiling, she reached down and stroked my cock. "I'd have been surprised if you hadn't insisted." Quite frankly, the whole experience: yesterday from dinner to last night followed by after midnight and now as her hands made my dick rise along with the sun--it was all literally the stuff of legend as far as I was concerned. I wrapped my arms around the underside of her pale thighs, close to her knees, and then pushed her knees up toward her breasts. This position gave me total access and control to her meaty cunt. From this point it was a simple matter to drive my cock forward and successfully penetrate her loins. Jesus, I loved being inside of her. Turned out Diane's pussy was rather sore. She grunted in discomfort when I drove the bulk of my erection deep into her pliant vulnerable tissues. Soon, however, we'd re-established our primal rhythm together and my dick once again felt like it was lodged in paradise. Once I'd arrived, I changed my tact. "You miss him, don't you?" Diane opened her eyes wide and looked straight up into mine. She understood exactly that I meant her son, Emil. "Yes, I miss him very much." "We're not trying to replace him, you know." I leaned in to kiss her again. "We're merely granting him the opportunity to get to know another brother or sister." "I guess if I didn't trust you, we wouldn't be doing this without protection once more." I grinned as I shifted position to pull her closer to me. "I'm glad to hear that." We stayed very quiet through the rest of our loving morning fuck. My dick selfishly plunged in and out of her warm wetness for a full half an hour before my lower body lost control and my nerves spasmed. I began to pump potent sperm out through the aperture of my penis and into my woman's receptive body. For the moment I felt like we were just an ordinary couple making love on a Thursday morning, except for the fact that Diane was white and nearly forty, while I was neither. That didn't matter anyway. This delightful woman, whose thighs and ass were now covered with a viscous, messy coating of translucent sticky liquid, had agreed to bear my child. God help me--I loved her for it. *** Thinking with My Dick Ch. 03 Early Thursday morning we showered together. This was a perk I hadn't realized about our relationship. For long minutes, my soapy hands scrubbed and examined every square inch of her pale flesh. Diane reciprocated and my body displayed one of the strongest erections I'd ever had in my life. After I got dressed [shirt and tie, since I'm a service writer and the dealership's first line representative to the public], Diane sent me outside to her car to gather up her work clothes which were hanging on a hanger over the back seat. I took her to breakfast at a little Mom and Pop place in the Heights, and after a parting kiss we each went off to work. During my drive to the dealership, I realized that I'd probably had the best night of my life so far. I'd finally met--and fucked--the woman of my dreams. Diane and I had made love four times last night and this morning. Each time unprotected. I don't mind admitting to you that this turned out to be a personal best. Of course, my companion for the night had been my real triumph, my real reason for outperforming myself. Later, during my first break from work I called her office, waiting to speak until I heard her familiar tones through the earpiece. "Hey, sweetheart, how are you doing?" I heard Diane sigh. "I'm utterly exhausted, thank you very much." I snickered. "Yeah, I called you to generate some energy myself. I wanted to hear the sound of your voice. I figured it would bring some very vivid memories to light." "I wonder if you can imagine how intense my memories of last night are." I laughed. "Betcha twenty bucks I can." "Bet me dinner, young man, and you're on." "Oh that's a great idea. Dinner it is. Listen, my break time's almost up. Be thinking about where you want to go, and call me back when you decide." I gave her my work number and extension. "Great. Do you want me to call you around noon?" I told her that would be fine, and we both went back to work with the knowledge that we fully intended to see each other again tonight. She called me at noon and made restaurant suggestions to each other. She told me that the restaurant would be a few minutes from her apartment. I told her that I would make sure to bring over tomorrow's outfit tonight, so that I wouldn't have to leave early. Diane told me she thought that was an excellent idea. Another hurdle for our evening cleared. I doubted that I had it in me for a reprise of our previous sexual bout of four times last night, but a guy could give it his best. She called me around noon and we lined up a restaurant in the quaint little lakeside resort of Grand Haven where Diane's apartment was located. We arranged to meet right after work at a nice touristy bar and grill. I had my reservations about the place, as it was located in a smaller and more provincial town when it came to interracial relationships. I got off work. Sprinted home to pack some things in an overnight bag and drove south to meet her at the restaurant. In a switch from last night, Diane was the one waiting patiently for me to show up at the front entrance to the bar and grill. After I rushed across the street from the parking lot to meet her, she stepped into my arms and kissed me. God, holding her felt good. "I missed you today." She clung to me for a few minutes longer than I thought she might. Of course, I enjoyed every second. A couple who had crossing the street behind me slowed their pace while we embraced and slipped by us through the door with a scowl and a bit of a huff. "Did you really?" I glanced down and took in the sight of her tits pressing out through her blouse. My dick wanted to go there, too. "Of course, I did." "Good. I'm glad." I turned her toward the front entrance. "We better go inside and get a table." *** We'd eaten a little after five thirty. Dinner was memorable entirely due to the company I kept. Forty-five minutes later, we left the restaurant and drove to her abode. Once there, I parked my vehicle and after she led me into her apartment, I asked Diane to give me the nickel tour. "More like three cents," she corrected. "It's basically a small one bedroom place." However, when I saw the bedroom with its full sized bed, I broke into a smile. Two people could entertain themselves intimately for hours and still find room enough to sleep comfortably for the rest of the night. The look on my face must have broadcast my inner thoughts. "Does this mean you want to go to bed to get some rest?" "Yes, I want to go to bed," I answered. "No, I don't want to rest--not just yet." "I didn't think so." Diane surprised me by stripping off her clothing right then and there. "Somehow you didn't look that tired to me." Diane went over to her purse, reached inside and brought out a brand new bottle of warming lubricant she'd purchased from the drug store. I grinned. "Is that what I think it is?" She tried to force open the bottle cap. "I don't know about you, but I can use a little help after four times last night." "Looks like you could use some help opening that bottle." Diane blushed and shrugged. Her pink cheeks echoed the rosy brown flush that made her nipples stand out. She handed me the bottle and with a hard twist I opened it. The oil that spilled out both warmed and soothed my fingers as I spread a tiny amount into my palm. I grinned. "Oh, you're gonna like this." She unbuttoned my shirt and undid my belt. "You don't say." "Wanna try it out?" Diane laughed and pulled my slacks and underwear down past my thighs. "What do you think?" "I think this evening has the makings of the end of perfect day." After I stepped out of my clothes, I took hold of her hand and poured a teaspoon of lubricant into her palm. "A guy gets off work, goes to dinner with his lady, and then takes her back home to fuck. Domestic bliss!" After my white lover led me over to her bed, she dropped the hand with the oil smeared on it to massage the tender tissues of her pussy. "Domestic bliss sounds awfully good." Then, Diane parked herself flat on her back against the mattress. Damn that woman looked inviting. Great tits drooping off pale shoulders, thick hips, thighs and abdomen perfect for balancing my weight, and a nice meaty mound of cunt that spoke volumes to my receptive dick. My lower brain told me in no uncertain terms: "I want to go in there." Of course, my upper brain agreed, whole heartedly. Since I wanted her so badly, I may have mounted Diane a bit too quickly. I heard her catch her breath, as I lunged forward, and I apologized for my eagerness. Of course, my apology came after my dick had penetrated her slick labia. "Don't worry about it," she murmured, clutching my hips with her hands. "I wanted you inside me." "Glad to hear that." It took us a few minutes to establish a nice smooth rhythm together. Finally, I asked the question I wanted to ask. "Diane?" "Hmmm?" "Did you check your calendar to see when...?" I delayed for a moment while my plunging dick caused my body to moan. "When your fertile time will be?" "Fertile? Oh, my..." This time Diane grunted a lovingly breathy response. "Ohhh!" I think she may have had a tiny orgasm at that moment. Whatever it was, it sounded as if it felt wonderful. "I really liked the idea you..." She panted and moaned again bringing her arms up to grab my back and shoulders. "Ooo!" Her hips shimmered under the weight and thrusts of my own. "The idea you had last night..." I shifted my arms and clutched Diane's torso closer to my body, my dick locked tight in recesses of her pussy. Our rhythm increased while her cunt played gracious hostess to my stiff dark visitor. "Tell me." "We-we'll just fuck night after night until..." This time, as Diane's body's self-control completely left her, she sucked in a deep breath and let out a rasping, shivering sigh. "Oooo!' I held her tight in my clasp for minutes on end until all her trembling subsided. I enjoyed the wondrous bath of Diane's warm juices rushing and flowing all around my erected dick. Oh yes, another solid reminder that my cock burrowed exactly where I wanted it to be—clasped inside exactly the right woman--my woman. Diane opened her blue eyes and looked up into mine. "We'll just fuck night after night until we're both certain that I'm pregnant with your baby." Talk about lighting the fuse within me! My brain kick-started my body into overdrive while three feet below, my stick-shift and custom transmission system sparked all my vital fluids into gear. With a baritone growl, I grunted out a vocal tribute to the beautiful, forty year old woman under me. Then I came--loosing a torrent of my potent semen deep into Diane's vagina. For long minutes I closed my eyes to enjoy my climax. When I opened them again, the sun showed bright in the evening through the bedroom curtains. On the bed, my dark chocolate arms surrounded her pale, soft body. Her blue eyes looked up into mine and twinkled with a vibrant smile. "Was that more like what you had in mind?" I kissed her a long passionate kiss, my tongue and lips exploring her mouth slowly. All the while I was anchored at two ends with her. One, up at her face with my mouth inside hers, and two, down three feet lower, my favorite extension took extreme advantage of a very selfish demand. "A little over two weeks," she murmured. I looked at her puzzled for a second. "What?" "My body's calendar should be primed a little over two weeks from now." I lay speechless for the longest time. Then I merely chuckled. *** I'm not sure I can explain how much I felt I was into that woman, but for the moment, the evening, the weeks to come she was literally everything to me. That night we fell asleep on Diane's bed nestled in each other's arms--our bodies intertwined for intimacy as opposed to the worry that one of us might fall off the bed. When I awoke, she was gone from the bed. I could smell cigarette smoke coming from the living room. I followed the odor and found her lounging perfectly nude atop her couch although she had spread out a small towel to sit between her butt and the cushions. The sight of Diane poised so demurely on the sofa in that state made my dick respond independent to the rest of me once again. "I didn't know you smoked." I walked over and stood close to her. I looked at the package next to her on the end table. Wait a minute! Did she steal one of my Black and Milds? "I quit several years back." Diane took a long lingering puff from the dark cigarillo. "But tonight I wanted one. I wanted to share something of yours." I couldn't help but laugh. "I think after fucking five times in two days you might say we shared something of each other." "I needed one to calm me down." She shrugged her beautiful bare shoulders and took another deep drag. It made her cough. I grabbed another one from the package and shook my head. "You are so unpredictable sometimes." I lit the long black cigarillo. "What will you do?" Diane reached out and almost touched my crotch. However, at the last second she pressed her fingers and palm against my abdomen. "I don't understand." I placed my hand on top of hers. "What do you mean, what will I do?" "Will you...?" She looked down lower than where her hand sat on my abdomen, "Will you take the baby and leave?" "Oh, Diane, no!" How could I tell her that the thought never occurred to me? My goal in life ran very specific. I wanted the complete set--Father, Mother, and Baby[ies]. All the action figures with real working bodily functions. "I'd never do that to you." "I'm sorry. I guess old fears never drift very far away." I made her stand up and brought her close into my arms. "I've never had anyone like you before, Diane. I didn't think it was possible to indulge in so much wonderful sex with someone as full of life as you." "Oh, you..." She laid her head against my chest. "I've loved every minute of it." "Good." I told her. "Let's put these cigarettes out, go back into the bedroom, and share something real this time." I turned her around and pushed back toward the bedroom. "Remember where you put that bottle of warming lubricant?" "Mm-hmm..." She reached down and grabbed my erected dick with her hand. "Right here." *** Thinking with My Dick Ch. 04 Close to a week had gone by while Diane and I shared our days and nights. On a typical day, it might be two o'clock in the afternoon, and I still couldn't think of anything else except for my lady. I'd usually call her on my morning break and over lunch. I figured I'd get the opportunity to telephone during afternoon break as well. The sound of her voice on the other end of the phone excited me almost as much as Diane telling me that we'd need to get together again after work tonight, if we were going to bring my fantasies to life. I felt a stirring down behind my zipper. "I was hoping you'd say that." She giggled on the other end of the phone. "You know, I'm just as excited to have a real sex life again." I needed to remind myself that I wanted to get some photos of the two of us together--maybe a professional portrait. I wanted to show her off to the guys at work. Eventually I'd bring her into the service center to introduce her to everyone, but for now a decent picture would do. My friend and colleague, Lee, intercepted me as we walked out to write up a service contract for a vehicle. "Hey, T. A., wait up!" He trotted to catch up with me. I turned back toward him. "Hey, bro. What's up?" "Did you want to split off for a drink tonight after work? Haven't seen you in ages, man." "Sorry Lee, I can't. Gotta get my ass back to Diane's tonight." I opened the car door to jot down the mileage. "Jesus, Tim. That's all I've heard from you for days on end. Diane this and Diane that--Shit! You know things might be different if that white cunt didn't look exactly like your average hausfrau next door." Lee spat on the parking lot pavement. "As it is, I don't know what the hell you see in her." "Don't go there, Lee!" I walked around him to look at the license plate. "I'm going to say this once and I'm never going to say it again." I wrote the plate number down on the sheet. "That old white hausfrau has been the best fuck of my life--bar none! And I've discovered some heavenly indulgences lingering deep inside that mature cunt. Besides, she's going to have my baby." "Aww shit! Here we go again, T.A.--I thought all that baby shit was for play." I shrugged. "No. I knew that if I found the right woman, it would be for real. Baby shit and all." "You are certifiable." I laughed. "I know. Anyway tonight I'm going back to meet with Diane and we're gonna have a nice home-cooked meal, then off to bed and fuck all night." Lee sighed. "Guess that beats a beer at the Station." "Thanks for the offer, man." I clapped him on the shoulder. "I give it a few months before things begin to drift back to normal." *** Frankly, I doubt if things will ever go back to normal. That night Diane and I shared the exquisite delights of our magic together. My long mahogany wand cast deep spells inside her body making her shiver time and time again. "Diane, open your eyes," I whispered into her ear. I had been nuzzling my nose into her earlobe, teasing it with my lips and teeth to toy with her dangling earring. My teeth left tiny marks along her earlobe. She lay flat against the mattress again, cradling my weight on her abdomen and thighs, enveloping my cock within her loins. "Hmm?" "Open your eyes and look at me, sweetheart." She opened both of her eyes and gazed up into my own. Diane said nothing, although she continued to pant and gasp with our mutual exertion. "I think we should get married," I murmured. "What?" Her eyes widened. "You heard me." I leaned forward to drive the total expanse of my dick deep into her moist pussy. God, I could do this all night! "Marry me. I love you." She shook her head and groaned. "Tim-Andre, where did that come from?" "We may as well be newlyweds anyway. We've spent every night together in bed since the day we met. Plus, every bout of lovemaking between us has been totally unprotected." She exhaled a deep sigh. "Are you sure? When I look in the mirror all I can see are crow's feet and age lines etched along my forehead." "And when I look down at you all I can see are your beautiful eyes and how they make my dick feel welcome whenever I'm inside of you like this." I shifted my weight over her. "Don't you understand? I want you with me more than anything. I want your body. I want your ovum to merge with a flood of my healthy sperm until we're positive you're pregnant with my child. That's something a married couple understands instinctively more than anyone else." "Oh, Tim," Diane allowed her face to flush while we continued to conjoin time and again. "Let me...let me think about it." "What's to think about? Marry me, Diane." I kept my eyes riveted on her blue eyes as I thrusted deeper with my cock burying its length and breadth totally into her compliant loins. "We'll conceive this child and then lovingly move on to the next one. What do you say?" "I don't quite know what to say." "How about yes?" She sighed. "Maybe..." We continued to move together as an intimate couple for several minutes until her chest and neck flushed again. "I will tell you one thing." "What's that?" I growled as I watched her body suddenly fall into the tremors of an orgasm. Diane shuddered. "Ooo..." She clung to me for all she was worth while I watched her blush and tremble in the throes of her culmination. Her orgasm delayed any speech for several long minutes. "Ooo! That sounded nice." I murmured in her ear. "It-it was wonderful." Diane shivered as I began moving rhythmically inside her once again. "So what were you going to say?" I asked, once we'd re-established our comfortably intimate motions. "That I'm still planning on giving you your baby--marriage or otherwise." Whew! Those words were all the impetus I needed. My body stiffened and lost all control. The aching nerve ganglia within my testicles ignited and sent a surge of pure liquid electricity out through the aperture at the business end of my penis. The end buried deep inside my forty year old white partner's vagina. Oh, the wetness--oh, the mess! Oh the absolute sheer joy! If Diane had an egg stowed away deep inside to give to me, I knew that I'd unleashed a veritable host of teeming sperm cells to engulf it. I knew that's what I wanted to do. That's what I did best. I moaned softly as she clung to me and encouraged me to maintain both my depth and my balance. "My goodness," Diane whispered. "You were certainly ready for me that time, weren't you?" *** We moved into September as a sexually active couple. I can't begin to tell you the thrill I felt each time I went home to her or she came home with me for the night. We'd share dinner, conversation, dreams about what we wanted in our lives, and finally each other's intimate embraces. "Diane." Reaching around her again trying to pull her even closer to me and not trying to hide the incredible bulge, which, since I was full foot taller than Diane, stuck into her ribs rather than her abdomen, I dropped my head down close to her ear. "Would you give me the honor of allowing me to make love to you?" She jerked her head up and gasped. "Wh-what?" Her pupils began to dilate and her own heart quickened. I knew I looked so different from anyone else in her life. I was tall and young and virile and muscular and--I guessed that she tried to think of anything to add to her list of my traits before she came back to the obvious one of skin color. "Without birth control I suppose." "Naturally." Absentmindedly, Diane shrugged and nodded in agreement. She didn't struggle in the least as I turned her around and walked her slowly toward the double bed in her bed room. A splash of hormones washed over her muscles, and Diane's body quickly decoded a lot of complex messages from her conscious and subconscious minds: First and foremost, we had no protection--no birth control. Next, while Diane was fifteen years older than I was, she was still vibrant, alive, and a very sensual being. After all, I was an adult male with incredible sexual charisma, if I do say so myself. All right, I could tell she was thinking, Here comes the big one—I'm black and she's white. That thought alone should put a stop to this nonsense. "Tim-Andre, tell me," Diane whispered. "Do you want me because I'm white?" "I want you because you're a vivacious, funny, loving, concerned mother candidate with a great looking ass--who just happens to be gorgeous, mature, and rather paler skinned than I am," I replied. "What do you think?" "Sometimes I don't know what to think." "Well, if you did know what to think, what would you say?" "I think I'd say..." she whispered. Nerve impulses raced through her system stimulating her arousal even more. "Okay...just one more time." "Good answer," I smiled. Once she opened my robe, Diane discovered that I'd been more than ready for her all along. Except for the pink flesh of my palms and the bottoms of my feet, my skin showed a deep dark wrought iron delight. I walked casually over to the other side of the room and carefully laid my robe down on the dresser. When I turned back toward her, Diane shuddered--and grinned. My engorged erection stood totally mahogany brown-black. Once she allowed me to fuck her, she'd have to take my darkness deep into her inner body--deep into that place where only special men are allowed. My hands played with the buttons clasped in front of her light dress. One by one each button slipped free from its corresponding eyelet. My hands went to the hem of her gown, and I pulled it quickly upward from her hips and over her head. Then my hands went to the straps on her chemise, easily peeling away the white strips of cloth from her shoulders. Except for her matching cotton panties, Diane stood completely exposed. I went to my knees in front of her and slowly--ever so slowly--peeled Diane's panties away from her hips, ass, and loins. Then I pulled them down her thighs past her knees and calves down to her ankles. Lifting one foot and then the other, Diane stepped out of her panties. Oh God, now there was nothing between her and me. Nothing! "So what do you think so far?" Diane whispered, trying to keep from giggling nervously, as I leaned in to kiss her pubic mound. My eyes swept over her again, and then I grinned broadly and sat back down on the bed. "Magnificent." Smiling, Diane moved to the center of the room, facing the bed, she took a step towards me, put her hands on her hips in the classic fashion model stance, looked into my eyes, and then smiled a little self-consciously. "Not much to look at I'm afraid." "Don't say that." I breathed out loudly as though in awe. "You are breath-taking." I suspect it had been a long time since a man had looked at Diane with even half as much desire as she saw reflected in my eyes; it was certainly a boost to Diane's ego to find her body being admired. Holding herself a little straighter, she allowed me to feast my eyes for as long as I wished. After a while she took yet another step closer to me. My eyes grew even wider with desire. "God, you are a beautiful woman." "Really? That's so sweet of you to say." "Turn around and let me see the rest of you." Diane did as I asked and turned around. She'd gotten excited just standing there being admired, her nipples already hard. Now she could feel new juices flowing. "Come over here, gorgeous," I demanded. Then, as she began to turn, I said: "No, don't turn around, step backward towards me." I think she thought this was a surprising request, but she did as I asked and stepped backwards slowly until she felt my hand caress the small of her back. My touch made her skin tingle with exhilaration, and so, when I put both hands on Diane's waist to draw her closer to me, her whole body became covered in goose bumps. From the first I could sense that this time was different. Little things played across Diane's face as she became preoccupied with my careful control of emotional energy versus her own desire to hurry the process. A powerful display of kinetic, mechanical, and electrical energies competed with each other under the manipulation of his hands and body. These energies played off each other--alternating or replacing each other as necessary. My hesitant touch explored her body. I drew Diane back until she stood between my legs, then my hands began to stroke her body, passing over the upper back in slow sensual circles before moving down to the dimples of her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. Closing her eyes, Diane let the sensations of my touch wash over her; it had been ages since she'd felt this loved, and Diane savored the feelings of arousal to the fullest. Moving my large hands onto her buttocks, I stroked and squeezed her fleshy ass. At times my fingers followed the crevice of her bottom down then under, but each time I stopped just short of stroking her pussy. I must have been driving Diane crazy! "Your skin is so soft." I said as I continued to stroke her. My fingers ran slowly along a couple of stretch marks from her pregnancy a few years ago. "So inviting." She quaked, and her voice audibly choked back a little sob. "Diane, what's wrong?" "N-nothing," she mumbled. "That is nothing I can explain. Please don't stop." "Stop? Not a chance." Careful examinations of Diane's arms, shoulders and neck preceded my light diffident fingertips slowly flowing across her perfect cameo-white breasts. I let my fingers slowly circle her stiffening nipple once, twice, three, four times until Diane took a deep breath to try to contain the sheer pleasure of the touch. Then I dropped my lips down to her raw standing nipple and sucked it totally into my mouth with a single breath. Diane choked back a soft moan. She opened her eyes to see my long, black-brown muscular body straddling her own white body, beginning to pin her under two hundred pounds of sheer muscle, bone, and hard flesh--all the while sucking ecstatically on her swelling nipples one after another. Diane trembled and shuddered. She knew her shudder fell short of what it could have been, but she realized that a few more degrees of intensity and her shudder might have become an orgasm. My kisses traveled up from her breasts to her lips, and Diane hungrily took my mouth and tongue into her own mouth so she could taste my essence herself. Diane lay quietly as I squirmed into position. Fingering the flesh beneath her fingertips and nails, Diane ran her hands freely over my muscular hips. Squirming and shifting several times under my weight, Diane reached down to take hold of my erected dick. Her fingers did a full Braille number on the soft mushroom-like glans topping my cock. She felt the trickle of sticky fluid pulse softly from the little pee-slit right in its center. Diane invited me--her young partner into her body. "I need you." Ever so slowly, ever so carefully, I wedged my cock against Diane's moistened loins. With token resistance, my white partner accepted the strength of the firm black penis lodging into the pliant tissues of her vaginal sheath. Then Diane pulled against the weight and mass of my hips, enfolding my erection totally--entirely within her. Dilated by my phenomenal thickness, Diane groaned as she felt my ardent thrusts pressing deeply into her. Was this definitely the deepest penetration she'd ever experienced? She glanced up to see my dark eyes scanning her face. When our eyes locked, Diane saw something new in my gaze--something akin to pure emotional joy. Then she felt the increase of my pace. I moved even closer shifting my hold on her to leave even less room between us--belly to belly, hips to hips, or breasts to chest. According to all the literature, the best aphrodisiac is your partner's natural response to mutual intimacy. I tried to fight back the urge to expend all of my pent up sexual energy right at that moment in time, and in doing so, I exhaled a longing animal moan which touched the primitive roots of Diane's mind at the very core. Our combined mental and emotional stresses had cramped our muscles and flushed our skins with sweat, heat and thousands of nerve endings which demanded a say in the momentum of the directions which our bodies had taken. Diane let loose a louder more carnal catlike moan. She couldn't believe how close she'd come to a climax under my young black dick. Nevertheless, I decided upon one last test for her. Totally wracked by my mental stress now centered solely on the sensations that surrounded the fortunate fleshy extension of his body which I'd thrust deeply into the joyous warmth of the white woman beneath his thrusts. With one last iota of control, I whispered in her ear: "I'm liable to cum soon, Diane. Do you want me to pull out?" "Wha--?" "If you want me to pull out, you'd better tell me now, Diane?" "P-pull out?" She wrapped her arms around my back. "No, no...sss-stay!" "Thank you, lover." A final wave of yearning flashed like the shock of an electrical eel, charging all of my emotions to flash headlong down the nerve impulses from my brain to my testicles. I bucked twice and grunted. Then Diane opened her mouth. "Omigod!" She held her breath. For a split second, Diane and I knew precisely what was about to happen between us, yet she could do absolutely nothing to prevent it. "Omigod!" My basic desires transmuted into pure hot liquid as my body convulsed at the groin and propelled a mad torrent of sperm out from my reproductive system. Spurting forth in a desperate bid for freedom, my semen spewed wildly down the length of my penis to splash out from the single eyelet which would allow my living seed to burst free to seek its destiny. Of course such freedom would be short lived. Intimately coupled as she was to me, Diane trapped the escaping wash of my rushing semen as it cascaded forth from my spewing cock. The hot spill of sticky, flowing wetness cached and pooled in the tender intimate tissues of the woman who'd agreed to bear my child. As she lay silently beneath me, my body continued to pump a dribbling stream of warm sperm into Diane's womb. Our juices flowed in and around each other's loins, so that the wetness continued to soak each other's vital organs even as we lay linked together. "Mmmm." I guessed she didn't want to move. "Th-that felt so good," Still shivering, Diane sighed. "I can hardly believe it." "You were wonderful, Diane," I murmured as I held tightly to her. "Just wonderful." "I'll bet you say that to all your thirty-five year old girlfriends." "No," I snickered. "Only the ones who let me fuck them." Diane's eyes popped wide open. I could see the intensity in her face as it said: Wow! I just let this black man fuck me again! Her pussy was saturated with wet, sticky, teeming sperm from the reproductive system of a potent young black man. Very carefully I rolled off of her and sank down onto my side of the bed. Diane reached out and touched my arm and my hip. We were soaked in perspiration--our combined sweat. Soon realizing that she was exhausted from her physical workout with me, Diane suddenly became very, very sleepy. She snuggled against the warmth of my body and closed her eyes. I dropped my fingers down to her pussy and slowly played with all the sticky juices we'd churned up together where our loins had connected. "No," she groaned. "Let me sleep, Tim, just for a minute." I smiled. As long as Diane slept next to me, my sperm would sweep through her body searching out a hospitable ovum. I threw my arm over her body and held her close. "G'night, sweetheart. You get some well deserved rest."