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A Very Insistent Father

By: CricketOliver



Jake Hancock was totally responsible for two of the most unexpected events of my life. At the ripe old age of thirty-eight, I should have had nothing to do with a twenty-three year old man with only a single desire on his mind. However, life often takes curious and unwarranted turns when you least expect them. I know mine did, and it was entirely due to corresponding with and eventually meeting young mister Jake Hancock.

My name is Corrine "Cricket" Lange. I grew up moving from town to town off the shores of Lake Michigan along the western side of the state of Michigan. The area we lived in happened to be my father's sales territory, so whenever he got transferred so did the rest of the family. 

Eventually, Dad settled into one place long enough for all of us to attend the same school more than a couple of years in a row. I graduated from Whitehall consolidated district high school, and like so many of my classmates, I eventually married my high school sweetheart figuring we'd have a couple of kids and live happily ever after. Surprise! All my assumptions turned out to be wrong. 

Of course, it took eight miserable years of my life to discover that I'd been screwed over both physically and emotionally. My husband and I never had children. Eventually he ran off with a friend of a friend, and as if to pour acid on an open wound, his bimbo immediately got pregnant. Afterwards, my husband decided that since he'd knocked her up, it might be a good idea to divorce me.

Now let me explain the facts of life of a published erotic romance author--you have to promote yourself constantly whenever you're not writing a new book, and even more so whenever you've got a new book coming out. When Silken Sheets came out, I searched around for new readers' group sites to join and promote myself. Now see, this is tricky since a lot of sites don't want somebody just dropping in and dumping a bunch of sales oriented spam on their lists. I understand their mindset and try to be careful. At the same time, I still joined the site in order to push my book. So push it I did.

Every now and then, my brazenness got me banned from a site, I can think of three or four occasions when that happened. Other times my contributing on a new site gained me unexpected responses:

Dear Cricket,

I know I'm not white, but after reading your posts and excerpts I went to see the pic you posted in your profile. I noted from your profile that you are divorced. Is there a reason you didn't have children with your husband? I wonder if you would ever consider carrying a black baby. If so, please let me know. I would love to fill your fertile womb with my seed. We would make a gorgeous baby together. I too live in West Michigan, in Muskegon Heights. 

Sincerely,

Jake Hancock

What the hell? I stared at the email with a startled sense of numbness. Talk about a weird, off-the-wall response! What was going on here? I'm pretty sure this guy had to be a youngster and my "official portrait" made me look much younger--around late twenties or so.

Okay time to post my "moment of truth" email back to him. 

Dear Jake,

I'm afraid I'm actually several years older than my "official author's portrait" which I've posted both on my profile and hopefully will post on my writer's website when it's completed in the near future. So add about six or seven years and ten or fifteen pounds as well (I won't mention the graying hair as I cover that up...LOL)

True my ex-husband and I never conceived children. However, since he and his new wife have a child, so I'm guessing the problem was probably with me.

You live in Muskegon Heights! Really? I attended Norton Shores high school right next door for a year before my family left the area. Thank you for your offer. Many are the times that I wish I still looked and felt like that attractive younger woman again.

But time is relentless. You take care.

All the best,

Cricket

Okay, that should take care of that. My email should've settled the predicament. Also, I went to my posted profile and added a note stating that I'd never born children. For some reason I needed to make that clear.

Dear Cricket,

Do you ever really think about wanting to conceive a baby, or is that an idea that you're leaving behind you, in your past? And, could you ever imagine getting pregnant with a younger man's baby?

Regards,

Jake Hancock

He's back! Doesn't the guy ever take a hint? All right, time to be firm. I know, let's use the health issue on a child born of a woman over thirty-five.

Dear Jake,

Wow! I don't have a pat answer for that? I'm afraid I'd have to check with my physician about whether my body's really up to it or not. I never had children with my husband and we were married for over eight years, so honestly I think you're barking up the proverbial "wrong tree."

As far as imagining that I might get pregnant, it's in my sexual make-up that every time I indulged in unprotected sex in the past, there was always the slim possibility of that in my mind. I can't help it. If, for example, you and I began to have a very active sex life, I know my brain would make that mental leap toward a practically impossible pregnancy. My health may against it or other factors as well, but my libido would love to include the scenario. I've often used getting impregnated as part of a stimulus toward an orgasm. However, to be honest I have never really indulged in that fantasy with a black man. Of course I might consider it, just for fantasy purposes, mind you.

Hope that answers some of your questions.

Cricket

Hopefully that would put a stop to any more silliness on his part.

Dear Cricket,

I think I understand what you're saying. Look, is having a black baby something you would be open minded about and consider, if the right man came along, and could you ever imagine being with a younger man?

Waiting with anticipation,

Jake Hancock

Good grief! This guy didn't take an implied "no" for an answer.

Dear Jake,

Thinking back, my first novel celebrated the love of an older woman with a younger man so that in and of itself is not a problem. In fact, I examined the thoughts of the woman who wondered if she might have driven by an elementary school in her driver's training vehicle and passing the school playground where the eventual father of her child was taking recess.

I've even outlined an interracial erotic book or two, but haven't pursued writing one yet. All right, I admit I have fantasized about black men before, as well as younger men. However, I'd never put both fantasies together before.

No, I suppose the age thing wouldn't bother me as much as I'm certain it would bother my younger lover eventually. If you and I had a child by the time that child went to kindergarten, everyone would think I was his or her grandmother. I think that would take its toll on everyone's ego. 

But I think you are so sweet to suggest that you'd like to try. You've given my ego one of the nicest strokes it's had in years.

Jake, I don't quite know what to say. Would I consider a black baby? Of course, I would as long as I really loved the father. Would I consider fucking you? That too depends upon whether or not we hit it off in real life. 

But I'll turn forty before you know it, can you deal with that?

Just wondering,

Cricket

There! That should do it. I'm almost double his age, and he's got to take reality into account.

Dear Cricket,

I understand what you're saying about the age issue, but to me it's not really an issue. Yes, if we had a baby people would think certain things as the child grew up, but if you and I could maintain our happiness overall, constantly keep the fires alive, and get each other going in so many ways, why should we worry about "what ifs"? The thought of dallying deep inside you, making love to you, knowing that deep down inside your womb is aching to be fertilized. Imagining that you want to become pregnant in the recess's of your mind, so you spread your thighs apart to accept the fact that you are going to allow yourself to be bred by a young strong man, those thoughts are just amazing.

I love the idea of us trying to accomplish something together so intimate and erotic as creating life, and our age difference just amplifies that even more.

Love,

Jake Hancock

I read this one over probably a half dozen times before I responded to it. His letter touched me in a way I'd never expected. Why did I continue to pursue correspondence with this guy? The smart thing to do would to be let it drop. The issue would go away if I didn't answer it--period.

Jake,

I guess I don't mind opening up emotionally or writing to you on any matter concerning love, sex and pregnancy, but I get the feeling that I may be one of the first mature women who has spoken to you candidly and openly about sex for the sake of joy as well as procreation. Maybe I'm assuming too much, but you have to realize that I am on the cusp of what is essentially a change of life for most females. 

This close to the slide downhill into menopause, women are less likely to get pregnant and bear children...of course as a result we may become more open to lovemaking for the pure joy of sex. However, the same hormones that dictate how our bodies react also can be contra-indicative. A lot of women put sex on the back burner.

Bearing a child would be a crapshoot for us, and believe me I am flattered that you have asked me to be your mate. However, keeping the fire aflame in a long term relationship is a difficult process that goes well beyond what either of us may have the energy for.

I suspect you need someone to be a mature feminine figure (without being a mother figure) because if there's one thing most mature women are often good at, it's making love. If I may be so bold, I am certain--in fact I am positive--your dick would delight in being bathed by my pussy juices night after night.

Have you ever been in a long term relationship before?

Jake, I want you to continue writing to me and sharing your dreams and desires, but right now, I don't know if I'm the woman for you. However, I'm certainly not forbidding you to keep pursuing me. I honestly don't know how I feel about this change in my life.

How are your friends and family going to feel about you dating or even marrying a woman who may look as old as your mother?

Write back, Luv,

Cricket

That night I went back into the archives to find some of his older emails to reread. I knew I had more questions that needed to be answered so I thought I'd ask. However, my own words got hijacked by my erotic feelings about Jake Hancock's statements concerning the two of us together. 

You realize an erotic author should never write an email to a man when she's feeling horny.

Dear One,

Jake. sweetheart, how old are you? 

You know, I could literally feel the heat in your words when I read them, I swear to you that if were possible at this moment, I'd acquiesce totally to your throbbing erection, your pulsing scrotum and testicles, and ultimately take in the spewing flow of liquid that signals your deposit of living semen inside of me. I should tell you I've felt warm and excited over your online advances, you've given me feelings I didn't expect to find at all.

Which reminds me, I suppose I don't have to ask you if you can deal with living with a biracial child--after all this is your proposal?

It's late in the evening now, and I now know I'll be thinking about your words and your ideas and the physical intentions behind them when I finally go to sleep tonight. 

Here is a daydream:

Since it's Saturday, we'd have both stayed home together today, which means by now as it's nearly nine o'clock at night EDT, we'd have already gone to bed and made love at least once today. At least once! Plus you'd convinced me into agreeing to fuck without protection with every intention of encouraging your teeming sperm to combine with my healthiest ovum. You talked non-stop in my ear while you balanced atop my fleshy thighs, telling me all about how you were pressing your desires for your own baby deep inside my open loins. We rode intimately intertwined until you filled me up with enough wetness to totally ruin a clean set of sheets and possibly change both of our lives forever.

In fact, I'd be wearing a pad still dripping with your sperm which I used to line my underwear. Then as I looked into your eyes later on, I'd see that when we go back to bed after the evening is finished, our festivities will continue again.

Where did you get all that energy, young man?

I'm going to have a recent picture of myself scanned soon--tomorrow, I hope. As I told you, the picture you saw is my "official author's portrait" like I indicated before. A friend promised me she could scan a new one (warts and all...LOL). I will send it to you as soon as I can get it, and you can decide if our differences are too much for you.

Damn, Jake! I didn't expect this to happen...

In my imagination, still sore and dripping down below,

Cricket

What made me send that one off, I don't know. But I clicked on the send button before my mind could think of a reason not to.

Dear Cricket,

Your letter was incredible! I love the fact that my words, my thoughts have turned you and your body on a great deal. I would love to send my seed deep into your womb, into the same canal that our love child would eventually come out of to be brought into this world. It may not happen, or it may not be possible, but I would try my hardest to put a baby in you, let you show the world a special creation that came from deep inside you.

I certainly wouldn't have a problem living with a bi-racial child, how about you? Do you think it's something you'll be able to handle?

Yours always,

Jake Hancock

Great! Nothing subtle about that one, but still, I sensed an honest heartfelt openness contained in his reply as well. Would I have a problem living with a bi-racial child? Do I think it's something I'll be able to handle? Well, it would be my child after all, and naturally I'd have to love my own baby.

Dear Jake,

Answer my question first. How old are you? I am really thirty-eight. Since I've never had a baby, I'm afraid there may be all sorts of unexpected medical complications involved.

By the way, I work for a medium sized company just outside Pentwater, but things in Pentwater are up-in-the-air due to the economy, and I may be transferred to Lansing, Ann Arbor or Jackson soon. Hopefully, not, but, I just don't know for sure. I suppose a transfer would be good enough reason to quit.

I suppose I didn't lose my virginity as much as I gave it up the first chance I got, and I sure don't miss it. I'd love to experience the "go-stroke" of a much young man's sexual prowess and his ability to cum several times in a night.

Whew! Did it just get hot in here?

Believe it or not, my next book has a sort of similar plot to it...a mother becomes the surrogate wife to her son-in-law and mother to her grandchild after her daughter dies in an accident and they save the unborn baby.

Give me a kiss good night before I go to bed,

Cricket

PS. Going to bed--alone, damn it.

Dear Cricket,

Well, I'm nearly twenty-three. I believe we should get together sometime soon and see what happens. I'm not sure how you feel about that, but...I want to meet you in person. I can't wait until you send me your updated picture.

We're not too far away from each other at all. Pentwater is a leisurely forty-five minute drive from home. The drive would be nothing to my car.

Hopefully you won't be going to bed alone for very long,

Jake Hancock

Dear Jake,

Well, I guess fifteen or sixteen years difference isn't too bad. Of course, people really will think I'm old enough to be your mother...LOL! Still as long as you're comfortable with the thought of an older woman, no I probably don't live too far away. One nice thing about an eager young man, he'll work very hard and drive great lengths when he's certain it's going to mean great sex.

When I get my new photo scans, I'll send them to you and you can make that final decision.

I suspect you should tell me something about what you do for a living? I work in a regular office during the day and write a lot at night and on weekends. I write erotic romances as you guessed. Actually you don't do too bad turning out phrases yourself...

Gonna try to get some sleep pretty soon.

But if you really want to know, I'm going to think about some of the things we discussed tonight and let my fingers do the walking along some sensitive tissues under my nightgown first. Wish they were your fingers, Jake. At least until you got me primed enough to replace your fingers with something else--something a bit more suited for the job.

G'nite, my dear,

Cricket

Jake didn't answer me the next day. I felt lost and abandoned. So I wrote to him.

Dear Jake,

What do you really want, Jake? Why is impregnating a woman so important to you? Does the sex of the child matter?

Jake Hancock... wrote:

I would love to send my seed deep into your womb, into the same canal that our love child would eventually come out of to be brought into this world. 

Forgive my apparent disappointment, but I think this is very telling, Jake. It's as if you're saying to me that our being legally bound is not something you want from me.

It may not happen, or it may not be possible, but I would try my hardest to put a baby in you, let you show the world another creation that came from deep inside you.

This is a big part of what began to turn me on to you and your ideas. Do you have a picture of yourself? If I'm going to forward you my new pictures, I would like to see you as well. If I'm going to toy with the idea of giving into my body's need to bring forth a child (probably each time I'm by myself bringing myself to an orgasm however I can). Like I mentioned before, in all honesty the "threat" of pregnancy often takes me right to edge of an orgiastic cliff and then I throw myself over the edge.

I suspect I'll do that tonight...

But what about you? Have you run into too many girls in your life who have no use for children in their life, is that it?

I'm sure if we went through with it, your family would resent me for who I am--older and white--yet they'll love your son or daughter. It's inevitable usually.

Just food for thought,

Cricket

I awoke in the middle of the night. Something wouldn't let me sleep. Christ, it all had to do with my apprehension about Jake.

Jake Hancock... wrote:

The thought of being deep inside you, making love to you, knowing that deep down inside your womb is aching to be fertilized, that you want to become pregnant in the deep recess's of your mind, you spreading your thighs apart to accept the fact that you are going to be bred, those thoughts are just amazing. I love the thought of us trying to accomplish something together so intimate and erotic as creating life...

Dear Jake,

But what is it you really want? 

I awoke in the middle of the night, exactly as I'd predicted to myself. My mood, my desires, everything about my night from the most superficial to the most deeply buried reflected something I had not hoped to see again in my lifetime. I woke up and went into the bathroom, acutely aware that my body ached for that most meaningful of states of existence.

This couldn't be, I thought. It should never have awakened me from a sound sleep at all, but there it was. My nerves, my very organs themselves burned with a need beyond what was ordinary.

How had he triggered these feelings in me once more? This shouldn't have been! This should not have been possible. This should not have been feasible. I'd always been able to fight emotional instinct with logic before, but there was little logic left in my system this time. Good God! I woke up and jumped out of bed at two-thirty in the morning because my body had flip-flopped and demanded a quickening.


A Very Insistent Father Ch. 02



My name is Cricket Lange and I'm in my late thirties. A while back I tried to market my newest erotic romance to a few dating groups as these sites tend to have more members than romantic readers sites have. In the process of pushing my book I attracted attention from a very fascinating young man [early twenties] who decided that wanted to pursue me as the potential mother to his child.

This is Part Two of our story.

I dispatched a brand new email to my young correspondent:

Good morning, Jake,

I imagine you're at work now too, and I won't hear from you until you get home or at least a decent break. My boss is not looking over my shoulder today so I can type a quick greeting.

I had a nice relaxing sleep last night. Well as relaxing as it could be with the dreams I had. As the sunlight streamed through my curtains this morning to wake me, I imagined that I had an even more arousing awakening. In that twilight state between just waking up and still dreaming, I envisioned that I was somewhere else, with someone else.

As I lay on a strange bed topless and nude, I noticed my panties had been wadded up and thrown to the floor. A nice set of warm lips was slowly nuzzling and sucking on my nipple while a handsome young man rolled partly over my naked body. His tongue carefully sloshed around my nipple and areola sending tiny warm tremors through my breast and from there zinging the nerves of my entire body. The sensations made me close my eyes and softly moan.

Suddenly a couple of careful, cautious fingers slid down my abdomen and tangled themselves in my pubic hair for an agonizing moment. I knew where those fingers were heading so I was torn momentarily about whether I should allow them to drop further down. But my mind wanted them to dip down more and examine the soft tissues of my pussy lips for just a second or two.

Two of his fingers probed in between the vital opening and I arched my hips and back, partially in surprise and partially to encourage him to press his fingers even deeper. I moaned something incoherent. Naturally the fingers didn't stop, they just slipped deeper inside as if they had an important mission. We stayed like that for several minutes. His fingers coming out covered in my juices and taking a minute to diddle at my clit just to torment me a tiny bit more.

"You feel awfully wet this morning," his quiet voice murmured.

"It's nothing to the wetness I felt last night," I replied in a whisper. "You must have dumped a full quart of raw sperm into my system by the time we were finished."

"A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, and this man wanted to do a little fathering."

I opened my eyes to look up into his satisfied face. "Mm-hmm...and what does that mean to his woman?"

"Somebody has to play the part of the mother, doesn't she?" Finally his soft voice added, "Hey! Would you like something else to take the place of these fingers before I get ready for work?"

I grinned and told him: "Yes, if you wouldn't mind."

"It would be my duty and my pleasure."

Oh yeah! And mine too.

Shoot! Back to work for me, Cricket

Cricket...

I actually have a couple of quick minutes myself. I think we should get together this week. We both know deep down we have work to do. Are you ready to get started? Have you been thinking about things quite a bit? Do you get wet thinking about giving yourself to me? 

Jake

At the very bottom of his email he'd typed in his cellular number. Oh God! This is it. Now he's serious!

Dear Jake,

Whoa, slow down big boy. I went through our correspondence and I noted that you asked me from your opening salvo on Friday morning if I would ever consider having a black baby if the right man came along. Then you asked me if I would consider having another baby late in life, and then would I mind submitting to a younger man. And somewhere in that flurry of emails, you pointed out to me that you were the right younger black man--and that was that!

Jake, you continually turned on your charms to remind me that in spite of our age differences we had so much in common. I will be the first person to admit that you swept me right off my round heels, Jake, but you're moving awfully fast for me. My life is still filled with complications which won't just go away--even though I'd like to give myself to you and wholeheartedly allow myself to get pregnant again like you wish me to do. After all, it's only been since last Friday!

I only know a few things about you. I certainly know what you want--you've been crystal clear about your intentions and in informing me that we should move forward. However, I really don't know Jake Hancock, and well...I don't think you know me.

Sweetheart, I don't mean to be blunt, but I think the baby is everything to you and I'm just a convenient means to accomplishing it. Yet, I am totally taken with the idea of giving into your desires as well. I want this baby more than anything I've ever fantasized about in my life. Does that make sense? Of course, it doesn't. You want to meet soon, bless your heart and I believe we need to meet each other so we can learn more about each other. Nevertheless, we both know that when we finally meet, we'll take that giant leap physically--probably the same evening. Jake, who are you and how were you so certain that you could turn my head and turn my feelings around like that?

Jake, my ex-husband turned me off to a lot of men for the longest time. In my heart I know you are different from my ex; yet I fear you because you are an unknown quantity. As I said before, there are things I need to clear up emotionally before I take that step.

Because once I take that step toward you, sweetheart, you're stuck with me for a long time.

Give me a hug, Cricket

However, I sent Jake a mixed message in my email. You see, I appended my home and work phone numbers to the email. We'd both committed ourselves. As I sat in my cube typing away at my computer, I suddenly had an uninvited vision of a naked, muscular and black Jake Hancock poised above my body the same way my ex-husband used to be poised over me. As this vision of masculinity pulled his midsection back away from my pussy, I saw that his cock was soaked with the slick white translucent coating that was the mixture of his semen with my own intimate juices.

I hurried to ladies room, sat down in the stall, and slowly used the image of Jake engraved in my mind as fuel for my fingers to bring myself off. When I came back from the powder room, I discovered I had a new email.

Dear Cricket,

I understand, hun, and I want you to be sure of things before taking such a big step. I am a good guy, a guy that will bend over backwards to give you everything and anything that you have ever wanted. When the time is right it will happen. I know that deep down inside, you have burning desire to allow yourself to create life as I do. You are hesitant, but yet also know that the two of us are about to embark on something that is meant to be, you know this deep down, don't deny it. I'm sure deep down there is nothing you would want more than to go to work, to walk around everyday with my seed growing inside you. 

The thought of filling you so much that our fluids run down your inner thighs, a pillow underneath you trying to keep as much of my life giving seed inside of you as possible, mmm...BTW, thanks for the phone number.

Dreaming of you, Jake Hancock

Oh Lord! I couldn't believe he'd written those words. Shit, I don't believe I tried to read his words on my work computer.

Jake!!!

You should have marked that one: ***Not Work Safe***...LOL! I almost creamed my panties when I read it. I'm positive I sighed out loud--hell, I nearly squealed in delight.

Damn it, Jake, just when I think I have you pegged as some kind of control freak, you charm your way right back into my heart (and potentially my panties) again. All you had to do was mention the idea of my walking around for about forty weeks carrying your seed, nurturing it and allowing it to germinate and divide in my womb as a fine and healthy embryo--soon to develop into a living, growing fetus taking on the gender of one of us and the features of both and eventually become a beautiful and very healthy (Oh, please God) newborn baby.

I can't deny that I want it, but every time I convince myself that you are Mr. Wrong for me, you go and do something absolutely right...Damn you! Damn you! Love you, damn you!

Throwing my arms around your neck, Cricket

Cricket—

You stop too. lol. When you talk like that, it makes me nearly instantly shoot out seed into my pants and that's not where it belongs now is it. You let me know when, and I'll be at your place. heh heh ;) Not to try and push you into something you don't want, of course.

Big grin, Jake

That night, I decided to call his bluff in a sense. I found this picture on line of a slightly more mature light brown haired white woman wearing a dressy little rosy pink strapless maternity number and looking very obviously pregnant. Then I composed a letter to go along right with my picture.

Dear Jake,

Just a short message this evening. Tell me, how'd you like to introduce a lady like the one in this picture to your friends and family? When you get a chance later tell me what kind of fantasies this .jpeg brings up (besides the obvious natural male salute that I'm so looking forward to...) I'm sure as a singer you'll agree that the ideas offered here vocalize the most memorable, the most beautiful of love ballads. Besides, I'm guessing if and when we get into this position, you'll have to compose a lullaby or two.

Work is a bit calmer today. I'm getting caught up some.

Check with you later, love, Cricket

I got no reply from Jake Hancock that evening. The next morning I sent off a quick note.

Dear Jake,

Did my post containing the maternity dress turn you off? It wasn't supposed to, you know. I just thought you'd get a real charge out of a beautiful pregnant woman.

Sorry, if I made you uncomfortable.

Smiles, Cricket

Apparently, he wrote back to me during his morning break.

Nope, didn't turn me off at all, the band had a gig last night, and I couldn't get to the computer until this morning. I'm still just as eager as ever to put a baby in you, Cricket.

Jake

Dear Jake,

That's a relief. I thought maybe I'd offended you somehow. 

Cricket

My cell phone rang and I glanced at the caller ID: Jake Hancock. Oh my God. My heart skipped a beat. My hand shook as I answered.

"Bet you can't guess who this is?" He had a beautiful confident voice. However, even though his voice didn't sound mature, he didn't sound cocky or adolescent, either.

"Oh J-Jake it's wonderful to hear your voice."

"Yours too! Now when do you want me to drive up to see you?"

"I don't know, Jake. I guess I don't know when I'll be ready. Don't you think we should meet on neutral ground first?"

"Is that what you really want?"

"I-I think that's the safest idea for now." I stuttered into the phone. "B-besides a girl needs time to prepare for something as important as this."

I met Jake Hancock in person the next evening after I hurried home and cleaned up. Since I'd worn the African print on a previous date, I decided to follow a friend's suggestion and wear the sexy black ruffled dress with a nice little V plunge at the neckline, but naturally my dress stretched a lot more than the sample pics of the models on the website, since I'm a helluva lot bigger than that skinny little model from the pictures...ah well...

Jake loved the dress, of course. 

The inevitable happened that night just as we both suspected it would. I noticed as Jake got out from his own vehicle that he had a clean shirt and a pair of slacks hanging on a window hanger on his car. I snickered. He thinks he's going to spend the night.

No, he's just being prepared, I reminded myself. Just the same as I did. Oh wait, now you're defending his actions. 

God, he's just as handsome and good looking as his pictures suggested. Except if anything, he looked even younger in person. Damn! I hoped he suddenly didn't come to the realization that I looked like some friend of his mother's.

Lord, I looked at the young black man strolling across the parking lot toward me and all I can think of is the word "Mother". You've got it bad, Cricket.

When I walked over toward his car to meet him halfway, Jake grinned and opened his arms. "Give me a hug."

That was certainly easy enough to do. His arms felt strong around me, leaving me with secure in the knowledge of our physicality. He closed his car door and we walked up to the restaurant where we waited patiently to be seated.

Then he said the most unexpected thing. "And you thought I'd be disappointed, Cricket. You are probably the sexiest woman I've met in ages."

I fixed my blue eyes on his brown ones. "Are you serious?"

"Do you think I'd lie to the mother of my child?" I know my face flushed. "I see."

"Cricket!" He put both hands on my upper arms. "You realize that once we get started, there is no turning back."

"Do you mean for tonight?"

"I mean period," he replied softly. "Like I said in my letters, I'm as eager as ever to put my baby inside you, Cricket. Are you up to accommodating the essence of my manhood bareback?"

For a second his words took my breath away. 

"W-without protection?"

"I don't know how else we can..." He stopped and fixed his eyes on me. "You haven't gone on the pill, have you?"

I shook my head no.

"Glad to hear that."

My dear Mr. Hancock invited me to go with him to a nice restaurant for dinner so we finally ended up at the Olive Garden as I wanted to make certain I could eat light. Naturally, we had drinks and talked for a long time. He looks even younger in person than he did in his photos and much more solid and muscular than I would ever have guessed. I swear to you he looks like twenty-five or six in real life...Ohh God, sweets, I felt like his mother at times--except he was having none of that. He treated me like a goddess, a trophy date, and that felt wonderful.

He asked me again if I got the "special" (meaning nude) pictures he sent me, and I told him yes I did, and yeesss I was very impressed. He asked me if I ever took any intimate nude pictures of myself, and I said no because I was afraid they might go out over the internet. He laughed and said that was quite possible. He also thought that a few of his pictures had already made it on the internet as well.

Then he said the damnedest thing over dinner. "So have you thought about having my baby? ("What?") As if I knew the subject wasn't going to come up. Anyway, I hemmed and hawed and said something about how I'd have to check with my doctor and find out whether my body could...

And he interrupted me and said it's all really much simpler than that. Like an idiot I honestly didn't see this coming: "All we have to do is fuck every night until my seeds catch." He announced this in a conversational tone right in the middle of busy restaurant. I know my jaw must have dropped. I'm sure some of the people around us must have heard him too.

I think I answered, "Ohh..." or something equally as intelligent.

As you can guess, as hard as I tried to fight it, my lower body felt an ache and I went totally wet in my panties. Thank God I wore the black dress because I think my seat was soaked. Naturally, I swallowed a small gulp. He reached out and took hold of my hand across the table. Nice strong hands, by the way. Then he smiled and asked if I was enjoying my dinner. Ohh God! I kept staring at his face. I had a hard time swallowing anything larger than a tiny leaf from my salad or a few bites of my vegetable medley. I think I cut my fish up into the smallest pieces I've ever done in my life. Thank goodness it was flaky and moist--Jeez, that sounds like a description of my vaginal tissues.

After we left the restaurant, he asked me if I'd show him my apartment. I hesitated and then I answered with, if he didn't mind, would he show me his place? I knew he had purchased a home in the heights (which is primarily black, btw)--see the Olive Garden where we ate was only five or ten minutes from the heights, while my place was easily half an hour away. Turns out the Hancock brothers had a lovely duplex which Jake owns along with his brother and each of them is responsible for half the house payment--I don't quite know how they work it out. 

Be that as it may, I followed him home in my car. His brother is in his early thirties and when he and his wife saw me get out of my car, I thought they would shit! You should have heard the silence when Jake introduced us. I don't think it was so much a racial thing--well--I don't know for sure--but for sure they were shocked by my age. Suddenly, I felt like some foolish old lady dressed up like a younger woman, but not fooling anybody. However, Jake dismissed them both and hustled me inside the door to his home.

As I noticed from the emailed pictures, his furnishings were rather 21st century bachelor thrift store decor...LOL! His bed was merely a twin bed, but as you can guess that was more than adequate for our needs.

Our evening went exactly as Jake predicted it would on the telephone the night before. He had me out of that little black dress and my matching black panties in record time. Then he undressed and...Well, as you know, he's just awesome as hell in person. All of him!

Other things moved quickly as well. I knelt on the floor directly in front of him for a few minutes while he lorded over me. He certainly did not need my sweet manipulations to make him hard, but I know he enjoyed me down on the floor on my knees with my mouth working right at mid-groin level. As you can imagine the musky masculine aroma smelled totally enthralling. Surprisingly, he was in a hurry...and told me to climb up on the bed.

Jake spent several minutes with his lips working on my cunt making sure that my internal juices had begun to flow freely. Since my black lover was in a huge hurry to inseminate me, I found myself flat on my back with Jake balanced squarely on my thighs as soon as his mouth left my pussy.

Naturally when I tasted his kiss at that moment, I tasted a sort of black olive flavor that may have been my own nectar mixed with a sort of vinegar and oil combo left on his lips and tongue.

Within moments, I guided my young black man's erected penis directly into my pussy. We conjoined bareback so that his raw sperm could deal with my reproductive system decisively and without interference. Jake's eager intentions demanded a baby, so I went along with him to provide him easy access to the means to do so. I could hardly protest. After all, it's not like I didn't see it coming.

When I took his black cock into my pussy for the first time, it almost seemed anticlimactic for us at first, due to fact that after five minutes of penetration, Jake ejaculated quickly leaving behind several tablespoons full of thick warm semen in my cunt. Do you know what it's like when a man's seed is particularly potent? His semen looks rich and white--like warm, thick shampoo rather than like some watery trickle.

At first, I felt disappointed, except my black partner made no movement to pull out from where he'd lodged his dick deep inside me. When Jake began to thrust and plunge all over again, it sounded as if the whole bedroom echoed with that liquid slushy squishing noise--where his sperm and my juices soaked his pistoning dick together. I stared down to see how our bodies lined up. Oh Lord, the beautiful contrast between his black body and my naked pale skin looked marvelous. He raised himself up and I couldn't help myself--I watched hypnotized time and again as his long black erection pushed forward sinking from sight between my puffy labial lips. I couldn't see Jake's probing cock forcing itself in deeper, but I certainly felt it.




A Very Insistent Father Ch. 02



Our second time went slower and much more loving as the two of us got used to each other and our rhythm together. You should hear that man talk about babies when he's pushing deep inside me. If his words hadn't turned me on so much, they might have been embarrassing:

"What do you think, Cricket? We both know deep down we have work to do. Are you ready to get started?"

I moaned something incoherent in reply.

"The two of us are about to embark on something that is meant to be, you know deep down you want my black seed--don't deny it. I'm certain in the back of your mind there is nothing you want more than to go forth from this day forward with my baby growing inside you."

As you can guess, our second time also lasted much longer closer to fifteen or twenty minutes before I gasped and came, red-faced and flushing like I usually do. Then, a minute or two later--with a very alpha male low voiced superior grunt echoing in my ears, Jake climaxed, spurting even more semen deep into my reproductive system.

Twice in less than twenty minutes! I don't mind telling you, I hadn't had that much exertion in over two months. Nor had I expected that much pure potent sperm! After Jake rolled off of me, my hands dropped down to my labia and I let my fingers slip into the slick juicy mess he left behind. I don't mind telling you, I was very impressed with his prowess. However, I begged him to let me sleep for a few minutes. We snuggled together and soon I went out like a snuffed candle.

It must have been around two hours later--maybe a little after ten-thirty--when Jake woke me up. Without a word, we made love a third time. I swear his dick probed me for a full half an hour this time. As with the first two times, Jake and I kept to our tacit agreement to use no protection at all. Once again he urged me to receive his liquid gift bareback so that he could make a direct deposit of his black heritage deep into my loins. This time I was able to see Jake's spent erection pulling out from my cunt--entirely covered with a mixture of both our cum.

We slept intertwined together for another couple of hours until I had to get up to pee a little after one in the morning. I wiped myself down so I wouldn't develop a yeast infection, but when Jake heard me cleaning up in the bathroom, I think he was afraid I might be trying to head off his little African-American swimmers, so when I crawled back into his bed, my young black man worked an end run around any suspected douching. He sweetly asked me to clean off his dick with my mouth, and I complied with his nice reasonable request. Of course, once I got his beautiful cock all hard and ready to go again, Jake proceeded to fuck me once more.

Finally, we awoke around five-thirty. You guessed it! Jake Hancock climaxed inside me five different times last night and this morning. We stayed awake to shower together. After he got dressed, I asked him to go out to my car and carry in my work wardrobe. Later he bought me breakfast at a local mom and pop place before we both went off to our respective jobs.

Needless to say, I've been extremely sore at work today. Doesn't matter though, he wants to come over to visit my apartment tonight. At least, I can sleep on a full sized bed...

Yeah, right! Like I'm gonna get any sleep tonight.

###

Lord it's late! I woke up because I needed to pee and wash myself down some. When I stroll barefooted in and out of my bedroom, I can hear Jake's soft snore rising from my bed. Needless to say he's out like a light or more like a man who's just had an exhaustingly thorough fucking.

When I returned home that night, I dashed around the apartment picking up stray items and stashing them in hampers, boxes and closets. What should I wear? What does it matter? I'd be out of my clothes in nothing flat.

The night was way too warm and humid for pantyhose, so I decided to try to shave my legs before he arrived. Maybe I'd shave a bit higher as well, since I'll be dreaming of Jake's tongue sliding up my groove.  Whoa! Where'd that come from?

As you know men and women are conditioned to look at things totally different from each other. Men are often so proud of their delivery systems.

Some girls are taught to appreciate a cock in that the whole size versus ability dynamic while others of us develop that appreciation as time goes by.

Here's what I suspect from looking at our photos (by the way, he was probably a better judge of my size than I am--you know how when women look at themselves in a mirror or photo they blow up their faults entirely out of proportion).

I knew from looking at him that Jake was obviously longer and larger than my white husband, my proverbial high school sweetheart. I'm pretty sure that as far as all that goes, Jake was going to be the largest most impressive cock I'd yet to experience.

Did that excite me? I'd be lying if I said otherwise. Did it frighten me? Could be--it seemed to be one of those let me experience it and I'll tell you later sort of anxieties.

Women don't always understand men, but I sense a certain excitement from their words concerning a certain excitement about plumbing the depths of a womanly-sized, receptive moist pussy--like Jake got to know once we finally got together. Many women are taught from an early age that our pussies must be a visual eyesore, but what experiences I've had over the years from men say just the opposite.

Also we've been taught that something as "awful" as a droopy overhanging tummy--anything other than a super-model flat stomach is a turn off. Then we run into the curious reality that men vary as much in their taste as women do and in the end, we discover a man probably looks beyond the tummy to see how easy it would be work his way up that soft and pliant pussy beneath.

Just like sometimes it involves the use of hands, lips, mouths and tongues to excite us about a man's penis and then again sometimes it's the feel of that same dick thrusting deep where we can feel, but not really see.

God! Sex is magical and mystical and a thousand unexplainable things all at once. But it sure as hell is addictive!

It was so funny when he came up to my apartment once he got off work. I'd prepared the lasagna already so it was baking in the oven. Naturally we kissed—really kissed when I let him in and I very carefully explored the front of Jake's trousers where I expected a bulge to rise. Then I gave him the nickel tour—probably only the four cent tour as it's just a small one bedroom place. However, he kept up a steady commentary about my place and my furnishings:

"Oh look at this! All your stuff is so nicely coordinated. This is exactly the kind of dining room set that my house needs." / "Nice painting. Goes really well with the interior. Guess that means I should paint my walls the same color as yours." / "Ahh...we'll move this bed into the master bedroom. I'll go ahead and put my twin bed into the nursery for now."

I sighed. Little does he realize, nurseries are wonderful ideas in theory, but when the mother is nursing in the middle of the night, it's easier to keep the baby's crib close at hand and nurse a newborn in her own bed. 

I'd made homemade vegetable lasagna. Okay, I actually put meat in half of it... (turkey sausage, but don't tell Jake. What he doesn't know won't make him think I'm trying to keep him healthy.) As it was, he told me that his baby's mother was a great cook. That comment made me grin.

In the time that the lasagna was cooking before Jake's arrival, I'd prepared another surprise for him as well. But more on that later...

I poured myself a glass of my homemade spinach juice (actually more celery juice tonight) as it was right in the middle of the e coli scare. Naturally he had to ask about any drink that was green. I offered him a sip of mine and after he sipped it he made a face.

"It's an acquired taste." I took the glass back.

I also told him the good news about how my homemade spinach juice and water is just what a woman's body needs for manufacturing wetness in a place where we ladies desperately need moisture. Actually eight to twelve ounces of water half an hour before sex is necessary for a man's production of seminal fluid as well. A young man doesn't need to worry about such things although why society associates alcohol with sex is just sad...alcohol dries out both men and women and makes the act that much more difficult.

I brought him a twelve ounce tumbler of ice water. "You'll need this."

"I'm glad to hear that."

After we ate, we watched a little TV together...I honestly don't remember what was on because we cuddled, kissed, petted, made out, and slowly took off each other's clothes. At that point I showed Jake my little surprise. While the lasagna baked, I'd shaved my legs again, my underarms, and for my new man, I shaved off all my pubic hair. I asked him if that was okay with him. He grinned from ear to ear and wanted to "do me" right there on the couch, but I told him that tonight we needed to go to bed.

On the way back to the bedroom, I scrutinized his naked black body like an art critique inspecting a sculpture. "Jake Hancock, you're a beautiful man."

Jake laughed. "Men aren't supposed to be beautiful. We're supposed to be handsome, rugged and--potent. You understand, don't you?"

I sighed. "Why me?" 

"What do mean?" "Why not somebody closer to your own age? Last night I thought your brother and his wife..."

"Forget them. They'll get used to us in time."

"You didn't answer my question." I whispered. "Why me?"

"Cricket, last night I probably experienced the best fuck of my life. I told you right up front in our relationship that I intended to impregnate you and you didn't fight me, argue about it or even flinch when it came time to culminate our love. Once we lay down together, you showed me you were willing to do your utmost to become the mother of my baby. That's all I need from the woman in my life!" 

Then he paused. "Besides, believe it or not, you're perfect for me."

"Really?" Totally naked I ran into his naked embrace and we kissed for a long, long time. "Tell me why?"

Jake turned me around to show me the image of both of us standing close reflected in the dresser mirror. "Look at us! Do you know what I see?"

I stared at our naked figures in the large mirror. "What?"

"Cricket, I see an attractive naked white woman who's not afraid to bear my mixed race child. That makes you very special indeed. That makes you a trophy wife for guy like me, do you understand?"

"D-did you say w-wife?" I couldn't help but stutter. "D-does that mean...?"

"Marriage? Yes," he replied with a big smile. "Of course, it's liable to be a shotgun wedding."

I felt so thrilled by his words that by the time prime time TV had rolled around, Jake and I were in bed making love. My luscious black lover stretched my pliable labia lips with the wonderfully thick girth of his cock and we rode together in a loving primal rhythm for what felt like ages.

He nuzzled his lips at my ear. "You are so beautiful, Cricket."

"And you are such a magnificent liar!"

"Not at all." He lifted his head. "I love gazing into your blue eyes and caressing your creamy white skin. That means the world to me." He picked up his pace and started to breathe erratically.

"Is it that you love me because I'm white, Jake?"

"Not only that! I love you because you're you! I'll tell you one thing--it's just like I said to you in my first letter..." However, his concentration had been building toward a strong orgasm. Suddenly my black lover grunted and climaxed deep within me, spewing a full load of his teeming seed into the depths of my vagina.

Panting like a sprinter who had just run a race, Jake murmured: "Any baby the two of us make, Cricket, will be beautiful."

Those words were all I needed to cum as his thick penis continued to probe and pump me even during the throes of his climax. He wouldn't stop thrusting inside of me. I moaned both in appreciation of his efforts and in fright as my nerves and pussy flesh were rubbed taut by our extreme efforts. Finally, Jake's scrotum and testicles contracted and he sprayed deep inside me with his heated sperm once again.

"Just beautiful..." he whispered.

I felt crazy enough to believe him.

When I woke up a little while ago, before I started typing your letter, I stared at my lovely muscular and masculine black man. Because his desire, his commitment to conceiving this baby is so strong, so he was better than any one night stand I'd ever experienced. I know he's much better than my ex husband.

Like I said I stared at his exposed black body laying on top of the covers. That masculine extension of the lovely man before me had furrowed its way into my loins, my heart, and my life. There's absolutely no logical reason why a white thirty-eight year old woman would take a black twenty-something young man into her body other than the pure joy of sex.

However, this young man insisted on creating a child and that masculine black erection of his deposited some large caches of living black sperm into my own loins. This was nuts--totally illogical! But this was the agreement I'd made with the crazy man asleep on my bed.

As I walked into the living room, I was still leaking a steady stream of cum. The gooey liquid seeped out from between my legs so I had to put a towel on my desk chair to type this email. I hadn't had a cigarette in a long time...and I really craved one all of a sudden so I went through Jake's pockets until I found a package of smokes. Black and Mild mini-cigars. I don't think I've ever tried them. Not too many left, but I only wanted one.

I struck a match and lit the end. The acrid odor of burning sulfur mixed with the heady swirl of tobacco. I've gotta tell you if you haven't ever smoked or if you've quit and started up months later, that initial inhale is a combination of intense pain and pure pleasure. My lungs protested the searing smothering influx of smoke at the same time that old recognizable nicotine high ignited my blood.

I think of it as overwhelming in the same sort of way sex is.

"Hey you!" A man's voice behind me growled. "That's bad for the baby."

I turned around to see a six foot tall muscular black man standing behind me. I took another puff and then handed Jake the mini-cigar. He took a draw off it as well.

"It's bad for sperm production too," I added. "I suggest we finish this pack in the next few days and both of us can quit again."

He took a long drag and nodded. "Are you coming back to bed?" Instead of handing the smoke back to me, he stubbed it out.

"Let me finish this letter and I'll be right there." Hmmm. A half finished cigarette butt...maybe I'd stash it away in secret.

"Good. Since we're both awake anyway, let's fuck."

Figured I'd get back to writing my email later. Seems somebody needed me in the bedroom. 



A Very Insistent Father Ch. 03



Jake Hancock and I decided to sleep in the morning after an extremely strenuous evening, night and even a few interesting bouts of intimacy after midnight.

I told him I thought we should both call into work this morning and delay going in until the afternoon. Then blushing I suggested, "Besides, that'll give us a chance to fuck at least one more time."

He grinned. "Did I ever tell you, I love the way you think, Cricket?"

Each of us kept our eyes open and riveted on the other person's eyes as his hips moved up between my thighs and his long thick erection found that the pliant cleft of my cunt gave way to his insistent probes. My concentration was on those deep brown black eyes. All I felt was the thrill of an entire world spiraling inward to center at the junction of where his loins met mine, where my body sensed his massive flesh prodding inside of me.

Well that morning Jake Hancock made me cry. First he lied to me and told me I was the most beautiful in the world for the whole time we made love. That's okay. I can handle that kind of lie. However, he later told me that I was the best lover he'd ever had and that the mere fact that I'd given into his request as quickly and wholeheartedly as I did made him feel like more of a man.

More of a man? Every time I felt the bulk and width of his erection slide into me, I had no doubts about his manliness. 

Finally after not too much coaxing my young man closed his eyes, grunted a deep shudder out loud which echoed through the bedroom and I felt the wet, sticky heat which told me that we'd become pair bonded once again. More of a man? Good lord, the amount of sperm that young man leaves behind when he cums!

Anyway, he thanked me for loving him, and he said I was the best lover he'd ever had again, and he loved me. That's when I started crying. I couldn't help myself. I told him I loved him and wanted only the best for both of us, so naturally that made him want to continue making love to me.

I think I must have awakened around 10:30 am or so. It looked like Jake was still asleep. I went into the bathroom to pee and then to shower. Jake woke up almost immediately and I watched his glistening muscular body start to step into the shower as I stepped out. Even though I was drenched and had a head full of sopping wet hair, we stopped long enough to exchange a lovely lingering good morning kiss. It was that special kind of kiss that only comes the morning after. I told him I'd grab him another towel and walked toward the towel closet. Naturally, when I turned my back to him, my bare ass presented a prominent target which Jake's hand slapped possessively.

I brought him back a clean, fluffy towel as he climbed into the shower, and I continued to dry myself off. Then I wrapped the towel around my head grabbed a loose terrycloth robe before I went into the other room.

Once I walked into the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a bag of fresh spinach leaves, a couple of onion greens, celery leaves and a slice of green pepper. I also pulled out a litre of ice cold water and my triple green powder. If I prepared them ahead of time, it doesn't take long to assemble the ingredients in a blender. Soon the noise of the blender filled my apartment as my green spinach juice liquefied at high speed. I set the timer for thirty seconds and allowed the mixture to frappe for the full half a minute.

"Whoa! There's a partially naked woman making all sorts of nasty noises in the kitchen," Jake said when he walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Whatcha doing?" "Making my green juice. You want to try it again?"

I noticed a curious expression cross his face as he shrugged. " Heck, I'll try anything as long as it doesn't kill me." Then he broke into a big grin. "Duh! If it killed me, then I could only try it once!"

"I'll just pour you a little glass."

I pulled a small juice glass out of the cupboard and I poured him half a glass. "Don't start until I pour my own," I said. Whereupon, I poured myself a full twelve ounce tumbler full of liquid.

"Cheers," I said and we both slugged the initial drink down.

"Oh that's still just as disgusting as it was yesterday!" Jake grimaced after the first swallow.

I laughed. "Some people never get used to it, I guess."

"Why in God's name do you drink this stuff?"

I placed my hand on his cheek and brought my face up close as if to kiss him. "Do you remember how moist and accommodating I felt when you thrust deep into me last night and this morning?"

He whistled softly and nodded his head. "It'd be hard to forget."

I smiled. "This is one of the reasons I give certain long and thick intruders such intimate gushing baths at just the right moment." Then I downed the rest of my glass. "It's both giving and selfish on my part. Besides it doesn't hurt that all my careful prep makes my partner feel loved, too."

A nice bulge began to build up behind the towel he had wrapped around his waist. I reached down to fondle the bulge behind the towel.

"We're not going into work til this afternoon, right?"

"Got something on your mind?"

I sighed. "Let me finish my green juice. I think I'm going to need some extra internal moisture, don't you?"

He reached out and took me into his arms. "Like I said, I love the way you think."

***

I went into the lounge on the third floor at break-time and there's this TV there which is usually tuned to cable--CNN or some other cable news, you know. So as the lunch break progressed what came on but that commercial for one of those dot-com dating and match-up services.

Suddenly I had this whacko idea, and I wanted to get it down on paper. 

My idea:

A shaved bald-headed young black man with a big smile, big brown eyes and a handsome face stands next to a very light brown haired, older white woman who doesn't smile as widely, but her eyes definitely beam when she looks up at him. Leaning against him, she keeps looking up at his face shyly but possessively. She is very white, but her cheeks are so pink they almost glow.

The black man begins. "Imagine our surprise and delight when eSexuality.com matched so many of our traits in common."

She smiles into the camera. "They match you to an individual who really fits your needs."

"Right!" He dropped his head close to hers. "If you look forward to making love to your partner after a Saturday night out on the town, eSexuality.com will find you the woman of your dreams."

"Exactly," the woman replied. "I had no idea that their questionnaire would need my opinion about our compatibility as far as the girth of his penis and my pussy--but there it was!"

"From the very first she was perfect to slide my cock up into for hours at a time." He grinned even wider. "And our compatibility questionnaire even included the important question about whether she's willing to have children."

"So do we recommend eSexuality.com?"

"For hours at a time!" He throws his arms around her and kisses her neck.

She laughs and squeals. "Oh you!"

***

I was so happy to get off work that afternoon, as I'd made a rather important dinner date with Jake. He took me to a dark atmospheric bar in the Heights I'd never been in before. It seemed like a pretty straight place mixed black and white crowd. All rather comfortable. Dinner was really good. The food tasted very spicy, but flavorful.

When we were almost finished with our meal, Jake made a demand that startled me.

At first I couldn't believe it when we sat in an out of the way booth and my lover whispered in my ear and instructed me to go back to the Ladies room and remove my panties as Jake was planning to keep them in his pocket for the rest of the day. I was shocked so I'm sure my face must have turned red. I know I protested, but he kept demanding, so to keep the peace in the restaurant, I gave in and headed for the powder room.

I felt so cheap sitting in a stall, stripping off my panties and putting them in my purse, but I did it anyway. When I came out, Jake stood up and gestured that I should sit next to him on the same side. 

Hesitantly I slid into the booth.

Then Jake told me to give my panties to him.

"Nooo..." I whispered in protest. I clutched my purse on top of my lap.

"Give 'em here." Jake demanded. I know I blushed again and pulled them out, quickly slipping them to him under the table.

"Uh-uh...Over the table. Where everyone can see."

I turned red. "Jake, I can't!"

"You can and you will." He held out his hand flat right in the center of the table. "In fact, now I'm going to have you wait one minute more before you hand them to me."

"What do you mean?" I looked into his eyes. "Why?" 

"You'll see." Jake took a swig from his beer. "Okay, hand them here right now." 

I placed my balled up panties in his open hand over the table, but he let them spread out so just anyone could see what I'd handed him. Then I realized that he'd timed our little drama perfectly as the waiter was seating a table full of three couples out for a pleasant evening at the very next table to us.

I felt the heat rise up along my neck and cheeks.

"Thank you, Cricket." Jake told me very loudly. "I'll hang onto these for the rest of the night." I watched him stuff them into his front pocket. Then he pulled my appetizer plate closer to him.

"Scoot over here right next to me." Jake instructed, and I moved until my thigh was up against his.

Then I felt Jake's near hand slip under the hem of my dress and slowly work its way up my thigh. Our smart assed waitress came over to check on us. She looked at my soda water. "Are you planning on nursing that thing all night, hon? We got a business to run."

"She'll have another one."

"Jake, I don't want another one."

"Sure you do. Relax and enjoy yourself."

Enjoy myself? I was a bundle of nerves already, and that's when I felt Jake's hand slide slowly deliberately under the hem of my dress up my thigh to rest on my bare leg.

I looked over to Jake as his hand continued up my left leg. "What's going on here?" I murmured softly.

"A little exercise in trust," Jake replied. And with those exact words, two of Jake's fingers slipped between my sensitive pussy lips. I know my eyes must have widened showing shock at every single movement their fingers made. We stayed seated through another beer for Jake and another soda water and lemon for me. All the time we sat close to each other, my young companion boldly had his hand up my dress, fingering me under the table.

I fought the urge to cum in public as long as I could, but I know my face, neck and chest flushed red as at least twice as I succumbed to two silent shivering orgasms right at the table. Finally, Jake pulled his hand away.

"You ready to go back, Cricket?"

I sighed in relief. I don't think I could've taken any more. "I suggest you wash your hands before we go."

Jake looked at me. "What a great idea! Thank you, dearest."

Now he had me confused. "Thank me for what?"

"We should be okay here for about five or ten minutes." Jake took me aside and whispered into my ear. "Follow me to the men's room and wait outside until I give you the signal."

"What?" I looked into his eyes to see if he was putting me on, but his eyes were serious.

"You heard me. Haven't you ever done something on impulse before?"

My disbelief hung in my voice. "Impulse?"

"Go on, babe." He took my arm. "Follow me back into the restroom." 

I walked hesitantly behind Jake and watched his back disappear into the men's room. In a manner of moments he opened the door and signaled to me. I ducked into the men's room not really caring if anybody saw me or not. I got the feeling this wasn't a unique activity in this bar. Jake grabbed me by the arm and rushed me into a stall. Closing the stall door and pushing me against the graffiti covered wall, he then grabbed the bottom hem of my dress and lifted it up past my hips.

"Hold onto the skirt material for second, Cricket." He undid the front button and zipper of his jeans and dropped them to the floor and then pushed down his boxer shorts. "Oh my God, Jake!"

"Shhh!" Leaning hard into me, my young lover guided his dick right up to my cunt, and with two or three well aimed jabs, he pushed his cock straight up between my labia lips. He began to thrust and jam eagerly with erected dick, trying to bring both of us to a quick climax. Unable to help myself, I gasped out a soft moan into his ear. 

Suddenly, we both heard the men's room door open. I did my best to stifle my moans against his chest while we waited in panic. Then we both heard the sounds of pee splashing against the porcelain urinal. 

Once he heard the sound, Jake continued to shove his erect penis slowly up into my open pussy--all the while the stranger urinated. Finally we heard the sounds of the sink running, a soap dispenser and then the door opening again.

He picked up speed once more. Clamping his mouth hard against mine, he pushed his tongue into my mouth with the same erratic rhythm that his cock pressed up into my loins. I half heard and half sensed the low sounding grunt of Jake's impending orgasm. He shuddered through a guttural growl of pure excitement and I felt the throbbing excitement of the young black man's orgasm spew up into my open pussy. He dropped his head onto my shoulder, panting and gasping.

"We'd better get out of here." He reached down to grab his pants and boxers. I dropped my skirt and felt the thick liquid flowing and seeping down the inside of my thighs. After Jake opened the stall door, I went straight for the paper towels and started to wipe between my legs.

"We don't have time, Cricket. Wipe yourself down later."

***

On the first weekend we were together, the two of us went to a bed and mattress store to shop for a queen sized bed for Jake's house. The twin bed of his was way too small and it wasn't always convenient to wait until we got back to my apartment to share our intimacy.

We found a great bed at a great price with guaranteed delivery in three days.

Since he paid for the bed, I figured I'd better get him some new pillows and queen sized bedclothes.

Three days later, Jake left work early to await delivery of the bed.

As you can guess, Jake and I christened the new bed and mattresses as soon as I got the sheets on and made the bed. He really liked the new pillows. Believe me his old pillows were sad--something like the thickness of a gym mat...Sigh!

Naturally he couldn't wait to get me out of my clothes. Sunlight streamed in through the western window so our lovemaking had that glowing "look at you...look at me" quality about it. And he's got such a damn gorgeous body! We examined each other's body in the daylight and I was turned on because Jake seemed to be openly thrilled about my whiteness. The contrast between our skins didn't hurt my libido either. Guess that's my "fetish." I confronted him and asked him if the real reason he fucked me was because of my color. He told me that like so many black men before him he'd always had a taste for white meat (yeah, he put it exactly like that) and because he wanted his son to be an amalgam of both of us. He said that's what counted for him and when he read my bio on one of the interracial sites and checked out my picture, he fixated on me. Not to mention that he discovered we lived so close together.

That's why I was surprised at his response when I sent him the "real" snapshots jpegs from the present...he reiterated that he still wanted...me! I couldn't help myself. I had to ask him why...

Again it's apparently part of his fixation with me. I asked him how come he didn't pursue younger white women and he hedged. I guessing that his younger white conquests showed little interest in giving into his audacious baby demands. 

All the time we're having this discussion I'm flat on my back with Jake balanced on top of me and my naked white pussy stuffed with an equally naked black cock. Naturally we are both rather distracted occasionally. The final distraction came when Jake showed me how much he wanted to bring a baby into the world.

"You realize you're mine for life, don't you, little mama?"

Little Mama! Oh, what a turn on that was. I went wet and bathed his probing dick. Soon we went wet together in a place neither of us could see, but both of us knew instinctively.

By the way, the bed feels really great. When we finished making love, I conked out for half an hour or more. When I awoke the inevitable happened again.

Jake's fingers toyed with my earrings and twirled my hair as he looked down at my face. Both his hands went up by my face. "I can never get enough of your eyes, sweetheart. You know that don't you?" However, I had to giggle as I also felt his presence much farther down. "Seems to me your main emphasis is more like three feet lower than my eyes."

"Hey, I can multi-task with the best of them." He kissed me passionately. "Kissing, staring into your eyes, probing you with my cock. I think I've got all that down pretty good."

"You forgot to mention the part where your body sprays the inside of my body with all those living sperm cells."

"Hah! You don't really think I'd ever forget that part, do you?"

You know as well as I do, that sometimes you can sense the heat and wetness that comes with your partner's orgasm and sometimes you just watch and experience your man shudder and lurch over you as he enjoys himself without regard to consequences. Well, this time was one of those wonderful moments when his body spewed so much warm semen that I couldn't help but feel him climax totally inside of me.

"Arrgghh!" He raised his head and grunted over me. Then he dropped his head along with the weight of his torso down atop of me.

"It's always good to know what a man really wants," I whispered into his ear as I nuzzled and nibbled it with my lips. 

Sometimes it's the little things that catch you by surprise. I suddenly realized that my Jake had just spurted a huge load of cum inside my body and all I could see was the side of his shaved head, neck and left shoulder--and all of these features were a rich ebony and mahogany hue. The young man who'd demanded that I capitulate to his desires to conceive his baby happened to be a deep brown-black colored African American.

Naturally, all my thoughts and emotions concerning the very nature of that action coupled with the sensation of his cock burrowed so deep inside of me made my loins cum too. 

***

I had been corresponding with an old friend from another state when I finally spilled the beans about Jake and what he really wanted from me.

Dear Kala,

Good Morning! It's a special one for me. A while back I purchased a new thermometer to keep tabs on my body temperature during my cycle.

Well, Jake had the biggest smile on his face this morning when he announced that we had only one day to go until Day One. Right, he can be like that, after all his life doesn't turn upside down for forty weeks... 

I've never seen anyone so excited in my life. It's like it's the week before Christmas for him. Still it was very reassuring to make love and then wake up in our own bed this morning. I have to admit I feel really good about our relationship today. Maybe it had something to do with getting a good night's sleep 

Okay, that's all for now. I'll check back later as things happen...

All my love, Cricket

Dear Kala,

Well, forget dinner. Forget preliminaries. Jake had me out of my clothes and on top of our bed soon after I arrived home. He told me that since this is the most important five days of his life, we should share it on the bed which we bought together.

He looked down at me from above with those hungry dark eyes, his weight perfectly balanced between my naked thighs and his exposed erected young cock sheathed entirely inside my pussy. I could tell he was thrilled by bridging the gap between our bodies.




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He told me again how much he loved looking down at my blue eyes and the creamy skin color of my face and body while we made love. He loves staring deep into my eyes as he climaxes. It's a connection neither of us can explain, but the excitement while we are cumming is almost unbearable.

So it went tonight. After we accomplished Jake's little selfless/selfish act, we're heading out for dinner. Of course, I know what it will mean later--a repeat of the same.

All my love, Cricket

***

I am at work and I am totally wiped out.

Well, the big day has finally arrived according to my cycle this should be the very beginning of my fertile time. I was late getting into work this morning as Jake had me late last night and early this morning before six am. I feel wiped out, but he's already called me to inform me he plans on sweet talking me into bed right after work.

Yeah, I know. Big surprise there. Where does he find all this strength and stamina? Whew!

We took an early lunch at 11:30 or so. As you probably guessed, my body temperature went up a whole point to 99.7. I discovered that little fact when I took my temp right around late morning so I called my "baby daddy" at work and gave him the news.

Jake was waiting for me in the parking lot right at 11:35 and we drove straight away to my apartment since it was the closest. We knew we could forget about lunch, but at least we were both smart enough to grab bottles of water to assist in bodily moisture. I don't mind telling you I was nervous for the entire short ride home and the walk up the steps and into my apartment.

Soon the sunlight streamed into the bedroom from the south side spilling a bright after-image on my pupils as I tried to keep the sunlight from making my eyes tear up. That streaming sunlight illuminated two naked bodies a black man atop a white woman conjoined on the bed. We two moved together with a practiced assertiveness as I knew exactly what my eager young man wanted and he knew I was willing to give him anything he desired. As his movements became jerky and I heard his breathing become erratic, his voice began to gasp: "Hey blue eyes are you ready to become the mother of a brown-eyed, brown-skinned baby?"

"If you're certain that's what you want." I whispered.

"That's all I've ever wanted since I met you." That was all I needed to hear before I shuddered in his arms, under his weight. Of course, my climax also included a thick blunt black presence boldly plunging and straining deep inside my wet pussy. In a matter of moments, Jake's wet African heritage semen was streaming out of his erected penis and up into my open and vulnerable vaginal sheath.

There was no turning back now--as if there had ever been the possibility...

Up a full point on the thermometer meant my body was probably ovulating even as I entertained his lusty penetration deep inside me. Pushing out a new ovum even as his wriggling sperm splashed and pooled and swam in my reproductive system seeking out a chance to live for an eternity in relation to short five day sperm lifetimes.

We finished up, showered quickly together, and then he drove me back to the office. I was actually back by about 12:30 or so.

I can already tell that this afternoon will be totally different from any afternoon I've had here at work for over six years. My body even feels just a tad bit different.

Can it mean what I think it means?



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It should have been downright ugly--veiny, bulbous, it looked a bit misshapen, not to mention outlandishly over-sized. However, this man's erection was quite possibly the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen. I continued to stare at the incredible penis jutting from Jake's midsection even as I slowly disrobed in front of him. Obviously my own sexuality influenced him enough to give him a great erection.  I sighed inwardly. Apprehensive, yet willing, I knew that Jake fully intended to plunge the full length of his cock deep into my belly and indulge in the most exquisite pleasure a man and woman could desire. As I peeled off my panties, there was no doubt in my mind. I knew I was going to let Jake fuck me. Of course, a couple of months back this hadn't seemed the wisest course of action, since he was an online acquaintance, basically a total stranger to me; yet, I knew even then that our intimacy was a foregone conclusion. I'd allowed his erect penis to slide right up into my and deposit some healthy teeming sperm deep into my vagina. I understood that fact deep in the recesses of my mind and body. Ironically, a man and woman couldn't separate the act that gave so much physical pleasure from the act that created a brand new generation of life.

The fact that Jake happened to be black and a mere twenty-three years old while I was white and thirty-eight years of age made matters between us much more complicated as well as more urgent.

I quickly stripped off the rest of my clothes and laid them across a nearby chair. Jake came over to grasp me in his strong hands. As he dropped his face to mine, I lifted my lips toward his.

His first kiss was a tease. So was his second. Then I capitulated a little bit to encourage him during their third and fourth kisses and subsequently we fervently groped and clutched at each other while our lips and tongues tried to communicate some distinctly emotional non-verbals. His mouth pulled away from mine.

"You realize all I can think about now is how my dick will feel sliding up your pussy."

I gulped a tiny swallow and then nodded. "I'm certain we must have gotten naked for a reason." I dropped my eyes from his.

He chuckled. "A damn good reason."

The fact is we had a doctor's appointment coming up the next morning. An important doctor's appointment--one that Jake hoped would change his entire life, not to mention mine. From the very beginning Jake had been upfront about his intentions. He wanted to get a white woman pregnant, and somehow I became the one who agreed to serve as his object of efforts. Besides, I already suspected the truth. I'd felt the impact of my body shifting gears internally a month or so back and tomorrow's visit to the clinic just might confirm my suspicions. 

A freckle-faced, blue eyed, dirty blond middle-aged woman had given in to the sensual demands of a young black man and learned to enjoy every second of it. The very first night that I'd accommodated the length and breadth of his mahogany colored penis literally scared me to death. I'd grown up in a strictly white area, gone to a strictly white school, married my white high school sweetheart, a man who divorced me after seven years of marriage once he knocked up his office assistant. Everyone was certain I couldn't get pregnant. That's why it was easy to give into Jake's demand for a mixed race child--in the recesses of my mind I honestly didn't think it would happen, not really. 

But as the days rolled by, my Jake treated each and every night with me as if we were newlyweds. A night didn't go by when I didn't accept the intromission of his vital young erection deep into the supple tissues of my vagina. For over two months now we were a part of each other's evenings, a part of each other's lives, and a part of each other's future.

My dark lover enjoyed indulging in the uncharted territory between my legs, and God help me, I loved those moments that his thick cock thrust into the welcome wetness that my body provided. Tomorrow we would see the doctor. Even though I Had been doubtful about whether I could ever conceive, I also hadn't counted on the potency of the man who truly desired to father a child. 

Tonight Jake wanted to celebrate the fact that we needed to see the doctor--that we needed a professional to confirm what a home pregnancy test had already told us. As far as I was concerned, Jake had achieved the impossible. 

I'd spent the entire workday distracted. Although I wanted to scream my news out loud to everyone in the building, I told no one about the reason for the visit other than to say I had a doctor's appointment in the morning. It didn't help that Jake called me in the afternoon and asked me how I felt. I told him I felt okay. He asked me where I wanted to go for dinner that night--his treat. Then he added if I was ready for the fuck of my life. I told him if things turn out the way I thought they would tomorrow, I suspect I'd already had it.

It didn't matter what I'd told Jake on the phone, once we'd gotten together for the evening, he fully intended to give me the fuck of my life tonight anyway. "Cricket, you realize there is nothing about you I don't love."

I giggled. "Oh. That is so swee…" I gasped in shock as his mouth went right to my pussy. "Oh God!"

His tongue sloshed across my labial lips and sucked on the clitoris for a moment or two. "Ooo...J-Jaaake!" The sucking motion on my clit was hypnotically intense. I could hardly stand what he was doing to my nerve endings; yet, I didn't want him to stop. His tongue probed the moist entrance to my cunt adding liquid to what moisture I'd produced naturally.

Then he lifted his head away from my loins. "You know what we're going to find out tomorrow, don't you?"

"Hmm?" I knew what he was going for, but I thought I'd prolong his game. "What's that?"

"I'm going to get my wish, that's what we're going to learn." He dropped his lips back down into the slick open slit of my cunt.

I moaned as his tongue dipped in and out of my naked pussy.

We spent several long minutes like that. Jake explored every inch of my vulnerable underbelly with his tongue. "Oooo..." As the emotions built up inside me, I gasped out a question that I knew I wanted to hear his answer. "J-Jake?"

"Mmm?" the vibrations from his lips and vocal chords felt wonderful along my sensitive tissues. "D-does it...m-matter to you if it's a b-boy or girl?"

He lifted up his head again. "I think I'd like a boy."

"What if we have a girl?"

"Then we'll try again." He crawled up atop my naked body until he'd arranged his lips directly at my mouth, then he dropped his lips down to kiss mine.  I could smell the light musky odor of my own loins clinging to his mustache hairs. Then when he plunged his tongue into my mouth I tasted the tart olive like juices that were a mixture of his saliva and my own natural wetness.  "I want more than one child anyway." He kissed me more lightly the second time. "Anyway, I'm excited to see how tomorrow turns out."

I sighed. "Me too. I didn't think I could ever have children."

"So you said. I think in your case, it all depended on who you chose as the father."

I laughed. "You couldn't be more right there."

We lay together on the bed and each of us knew we were ready. 

"Fuck me," I whispered as softly as I could into his ear. "Please."

"Your wish is..." Jake squirmed to position his erected dick right up into the receptive lips of my vulva.  "...My command." The blunt glans of his penis lodged directly into the opening of my slick cunt. However, Jake continued to thrust all the while pushing his cock deeper into the confines of my loins. "Oh yes, you feel so damn good!"

"Thank you." Intellectually I knew that this was how we'd accomplished his wish in the first place, how I'd given into to his desires, but I also knew that I'd wanted the intensity of this particular change in my life. "Thank you for loving me."

"Like I had a choice," he murmured as his cock found its respite in the confines of my loins. "You know you're my addiction."

"I dunno, Jake. After all, you're the one plunging your syringe into my body and emptying all those dangerous substances into my system."

He laughed. "Can you handle another deposit of controlled substances again?"

"Maybe--as long as you're there to see me through the aftermath."

"I'm not going anywhere."

By now we'd established the delightful rhythm that told each other we were in total agreement concerning the results of our action. Young black man and older white woman, Jake and I clutched at each other as if we might never have the chance to make love ever again. Tomorrow we'd find out for sure, but I already knew. Jake Hancock had succeeded doing what no man before him had done so before. I know I had mixed emotions about my part in his little scheme when we began, but now my confusion had turned toward anticipation.

He'd asked me right up front if I wanted to be his mate when we first corresponded, again on the night we met, even as I'd allowed him access to my body that first night. He'd asked me and I didn't fight him on that issue. Why should I? I truly thought I couldn't have children. Seven years of trying had proved that. Now I'd been proven wrong by a twenty-three year old black man. I focused my eyes to concentrate on his facial features as my body endured the unbelievable stretching that his thick bulging erection caused whenever he packed it deep inside me. The strong young man thrusting in and out of me was the father of the baby that I was very sure I happened to be carrying as a part of me now.

This was crazy! This was wonderful.

We moved in synchronized rhythm for minutes on end. Inside my sensitive nerves and tissues that his erected penis rubbed against zinged and lit up with an internal friction. I couldn't help it, each new thrust brought me nearer and nearer to some physical nirvana that gripped me and wrenched me farther and farther out of control. As I moaned time and again, so did Jake.

I gasped and began to pant harder and harder. I cooed some unintelligible groans right into Jake's ear followed by another plea. "Jake, show me you love me."

He clamped his lips down against my own just as I shuddered from our strenuous coupling. Then, with a shiver and a long moan, I came totally naked under his weight.

"Ohh...Cricket. Of course, I love you."

"You love your babymama, don't you, Jake honey?" I whispered. "You'll do anything for your babymama, won't you, love?"

Jake grunted out of control.

"You love her because you made a baby with her, didn't you?" Holding him close to me, I rubbed his back.

"Ohh!" Suddenly Jake stiffened and grabbed hold of me. In a matter of seconds, he climaxed. His naked cock sprayed warm spurts of semen deep into my most vulnerable areas.

"That's it, sweetheart," I gasped. "Show me how much you love your babymama."

I could feel his surge of heated wetness pool up inside of my moist sheath. If I wasn't already certain that I was pregnant, he might have done it again. I lay very still under him as he lost all his strength and collapsed like an athlete that just gave the performance of a lifetime. I sensed the dripping liquid backflow of his semen seeping from the center of my body onto my thighs and sensitive tissues.

Once again I'd allowed my young black man to fill me up inside with his flowing vitality. The whole experience was unbelievable. 

***

The clinic was crowded. Muskegon is a diverse city so you saw people of every possible heritage waiting in the clinic. Black, Hispanic, Asian, Caucasian, you name it. I don't think we attracted all that much attention because Jake was black and I was white; nevertheless, our color difference combined with our obvious age difference made a lot of folks uncomfortable. He found two chairs together in the waiting room.

"Did you tell anyone in your family that we were coming here today?" I asked. I knew Jake had a love/hate relationship with his mother. I mean it was bad enough that she had been a young woman of sixteen when she gave birth to him; thus, she was only a little over a year older than me. The fact that I was invested in Jake's life this heavily was an injury his mother had a difficult time dealing with.

"If what happens today turns out the way I think it will, I'll want to tell her immediately." I sighed. I thought about grabbing a magazine, but he wanted to continue the conversation. "What about you? Did you tell anyone?"

I shook my head. "Not yet."

"I want to tell the world."

"Ah yes, there's a surprise. By the way..." I began to dig through my purse until I found the slip of paper I'd been looking for. We had gone to one of the department store photo centers a couple of weeks back and had some formal portraits taken. "I think we're about due to pick up our portraits."

"No kidding? I've been looking forward to seeing those. I want something concrete to remind us of our life together."

"Really? I thought you'd prefer that we do an X rated video."

He grinned. "Hmm...that's a thought, too."

Jake grabbed a magazine from the lobby table and scanned through it. I glanced over at him sitting there preoccupied with whatever he might have been reading. Sometimes I hardly can reconcile the fact that when I graduated from high school, my Jake was still a pre-schooler. In fact, I got divorced from my first husband when he was entering his sophomore year in high school. Now this beautiful young black man had accompanied me to the medical clinic in order to verify that we had conceived a child together. A lot of what happened over the last two to three months hadn't made a lot of sense, but there it was--I'd stepped over the line and, as a result, I'd gotten pregnant.

They called my name. Jake and I stood up together and walked toward the nurse.

"So what brings you to us today?" She held up my chart.

I took a deep breath before I could spill the beans. "We...that is...I think I might be pregnant."

The nurse looked at me and then at Jake. "My goodness. Well, let's get your weight, first."

If you think I'm declaring that, you've got another think coming. Needless to say she put us in an exam room and gave me one of those backless paper gowns to wear.

The exam was a blur. They took my blood and my urine for an hCG serum test (human chorionic gonadotropin), gave me a sample of pre-natal vitamins, and we were out of there. I do remember the doctor stating that I should: "Trust your feelings. If your body feels pregnant, you are probably right. Keep yourself hydrated with water and that will help to keep any feelings of nausea under control."

The first part of the test was finished before we left. Positive. Just like we thought.

When we got back in the car, I said. "Well, I guess all we can do now is to wait for the serum test results."

"You in a hurry to get to work?"  "Are you offering me lunch?"

He sighed and then chuckled. "All right, I guess I am." 

"I think we should wait 'til we hear for certain to celebrate, if that's okay with you."

"Would it help to protest?"

"Let's have lunch." Then I added, "Thanks for coming along to the doctor."

"I wouldn't have missed this experience for anything."

"Looks like our suspicions were correct." I looked back at him. "You're gonna be a father!"

He whistled softly. "Whew...this is gonna change everything."

"So it is."

We decided to have lunch at a small little place on a strip mall. After we parked the car and began to stroll toward the restaurant, Jake pointed to a tanning salon. "You ever use one of those?" "A tanning salon? What's the matter, you think I look too white?"

He put his arm around my shoulder. "Are you kidding? You're my ivory cameo." We continued to walk. "No, I meant to ask have you ever had the inclination to get a deep tan."

"I'm afraid I burn too easily."

"Well, I think you should know that..." He patted my stomach. "...This one isn't going to need to tan at all."

You know, I knew all that intellectually, but the bluntness of his words made me shiver. What on Earth have I done? I looked back at my Jake with brand new eyes. I had allowed this rugged, alien, dark skinned man total access to my body...complete, open access until he fulfilled his stated wish to procreate, to produce a mixed race child with a white woman. Not just any white woman, mind you; he'd done so with me.

Now my doctor pretty much confirmed our suspicions.

We sat at our table and ate. I stayed quietly aware of Jake's presence, assessing his full potential as father to my child, while he talked non-stop about how he wanted to raise his son. I didn't bother to point out that he may have to raise a daughter. After all, that didn't seem to enter into his dream.

"Well, you ready to go back to work?" he finally asked.

I shook my head. "No, I don't want to go back to work. I want to wait for the doctor's office to call, after all."

"Were you just planning to sit here at home today?"

Once again I shook my head. "No. I desperately need to pass the time with someone I love."

"Really?"

I stared right into his eyes. "Would you take me home and fuck me?"

"Well since you've asked me so politely, I'd be honored."

I nodded. "Me too."

When we got home, I pulled the ingredients for my green juice out from the refrigerator once again. Of course, Jake walked up behind and rested his hands on my shoulders. "I thought you drank some of this morning?"

"I did. But I want some more before we make love." I emptied the water into the juicer. "You don't mind that I feel wetter where it counts do you?"

He laughed. "I don't mind."

"Didn't think so..."

***

"Cricket," Jake murmured as he sat down on the side of the bed and began to remove his pants. "Do you know how many days we've been together?"

"Almost three months, I guess."

"Eleven weeks and five days--"

I did a quick calculation in my head as I disrobed in front of my young man. "Eighty-two days, right?"

"And how many times do you think we've fucked?"

I giggled. "I don't believe we've missed a day--ever."

"Not since you agreed to become the mother of my baby."

I looked down at the floor, away from his face. I couldn't believe I actually did that, but there it was. In a little while, I would probably get the call that officially informed me that I was pregnant with a Jake's child, God help me...really truly pregnant after all these years. All I had to do was forsake the men of my own race and turn to a man of another race.

I turned back to my young man and saw that he'd slowly exposed every square inch of his dark skin to me from his trim figure to his nicely developed muscles, from his well-shaped ass to the hypnotic stature of his semi-erect penis. For eighty plus days I'd enjoyed the irrational delight of riding the full length and breadth of Jake's masculine extension and today the difference that he'd made in my life would be confirmed.

Jake kissed me right on the breast and his tongue glided across my areola.

"No," I whispered, as his head and body dropped down toward my abdomen. "I want to hold you close. Come up here and be with me...inside me."

Jake clambered slowly back up resting his weight cautiously over my abdomen, thighs, and hips. "Do you think you're ready for me, Cricket?"

I grinned. "Oh yes. More than ready..."

The prickly hairs of his chest and thighs rubbed itchy patterns across my bare skin as Jake shimmied quickly into position fitting his thick erection up against the now slick entrance to my open pussy. I swooned. "Ohhh...yesss. Keep going."

As if my young black man needed another reason to push his cock forward into the welcome moistness of my body. One inch of penetration soon became two, then three and four. Five and then six, and finally with a long deliberate slide, I knew that my lover had slipped the entire bulky length and thickness of his cock into my receptive loins. Soon we'd established the primordial rhythm that woman and man used to urge the regeneration of our species.




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He shifted his body above me, so Jake's dark brown eyes could gaze wistfully down into my blue eyes. "I saw how the words affected you this afternoon."  I think my face must have reflected my puzzled response. "What words are talking about?"

He snickered. "When I told you that your baby wouldn't need to go out and get a tan. He'll already have a natural tan, your skin flushed."

I grunted. Did I want to hear this right now?

"No matter how incredibly pale you are, your maple cream skinned baby will just look wrong to a lot of your people."

"Wait a minute! What about your people?"

"My people have dealt with mixed race children for decades. I think we can..."

The phone rang, interrupting his mini-lecture. Jake stretched his arm out to grab the receiver on the bed-stand next to the bed. Balancing his weight on my body, his dick still firmly entrenched in my cunt, he checked at the caller ID, and then pressed the talk button.

"Yes?" There was a pause. "Hold on a second. She's right here."

It was the doctor's office with my test results. No surprise. I looked up into his eyes and whispered the words. "I'm pregnant."

You never saw such a huge grin. "Told you..."

"We have an approximate due date for you." the nurse said. She proceeded to tell me the details.

"When?" I inquired. Then, as I laughed, the bulky package jammed deep within my loins made my body echo curiously to the motion of the laughter.  "You're kidding. Oh wait 'til I tell him."

"Tell me what?"

"No-no, thank you very much for getting back to me. Good-bye." I clicked the off switch and handed him the telephone.

"Tell me what?"

"Did I ever mention you how good you feel inside of me?"

"C'mon, tell me."

I giggled. "The baby's due date is July 4th."

"No!"

"Gospel truth. Isn't that a stitch?"

"Oh my God, I'm gonna be a father!"

"Congratulations, daddy." I gripped him by his back. "Seems to me we were in the middle of something." I felt the erection buried deep inside of me thicken and lengthen with a new excitement. 

"Don't worry. I didn't forget." He began to move back into the natural rhythm of a man completing his needs with his woman's needs once again.

"Somehow I didn't think you had." I clung to him tighter.

He shifted the angle of his motion and suddenly I felt the head of his dick zing against a sensitive spot buried deep inside my vagina.

"Ooo..." I moaned as the tip of his cock rubbed against the same spot inside. "Stay there! Right there! Right...Ohhh Jeezzuss!"

Okay, so maybe Jesus didn't have anything to do with it, but I came in a joyous celebration of my own motherhood. In honor of my climax, Jake grunted and with a slam of his hips, he suddenly drove his cock into my body as deep as it would probe. Jake panted once as if he couldn't catch his breath, and when he came, I sensed a heated wetness flowing where my body could sense, but I'd never be able to reach.

The he collapsed over me once again…exhausted and sweating like some soaking wet rag doll.

Gasping in my ear, he murmured: "Thank you little mama."

"You're welcome, Jake."

"If I ever live long enough to climb off of you and this bed I'm going to call my mother."

Jeez, talk about blowing my mood. I growled not wanting to start anything after such a wonderful interlude.

"If anything can change her mind about our relationship, this will."

I hoped Jake was right. It was all over and it had just begun. In the meantime, I scratched his back as his naked body plopped down atop of mine. 

"Hey, how's she going to feel when you call her grandma?" 



A Very Insistent Father



I actually wanted to be pregnant. This was nuts. Wasn't there something you could take for that? Immediately my mind told me, yes, you could take several million sperm cells as intimately as they can go. You could find someone eager to pump those sperm cells into you...

Well that would be easy enough, the mind said. I didn't understand just why, but I knew that's what Jake wanted more than anything else.

I didn't quite understand why it was, but it seemed to be so. It wasn't that he lacked sexual partners. It had to be because his other partners lacked that one extra need to become one with him...to allow themselves to become one with each other. God help me! That might be within my grasp--my comprehension--the core of my being. Like Bradbury said who else but a woman could lay down by herself one evening and awaken fuller and more in tune with nature and the universe--she could awaken carrying something more than just her own interests at heart.

Lord, I'm sleepy. I'd best get back to bed. Reaching out to take an extended hand, and spreading my thighs in order to take an erected cock.

A sweet kiss goodnight, again,

Cricket

I woke up late and had to rush off to the office. By the time I got my computer up at the office, I had a new message from Jake Hancock.

Dear Cricket,

It's not that impregnating a woman is the number one priority in my life. However, the fact that as a man I have the ability to give life in some sense, and as a woman you have the ability to carry the baby to term, bring life into the world, our unique features seem terribly wasted if we don't use them. What I've always wanted is to be with the woman that wants it to happen, likes the thought of creating life as much as myself. If it didn't happen, then it's not meant to be.

It seems to me that you actually share many of the same thoughts on the subject though. I do very much like the thought of you walking around the house barefoot with a bulging abdomen, the sign of our baby growing inside of you. I feel that in general, in the house and making babies is the natural place for a woman, where she feels most comfortable. What do you feel? Does this offend you?

Be mine, my love,

Jake Hancock

I went to C.J.'s place after work that night and she agreed to scan some recent snapshots I'd found. Then she took her digital camera and shot a few more portraits of me.

Dear Jake,

I got some photo scans and .jpeg shots done by a good friend of mine. Does reality intrude upon your fantasy? Is this a woman you'd enjoy impregnating? Please let me know.

Yours,

Cricket

(attachment enclosed)

His response was almost immediate. I had an email back within ten minutes.

Dear Cricket,

Yes! Most definitely! 

Now more than ever, I want to see your body spread out on the bed, in front of me, ready to do what is natural and right, ready to offer up your womb to give us a baby. Would you like to try and make this happen, Cricket? Do your loins ache to be filled with my seed, your womb ache to be fertilized with our baby? 

I loved your pictures!

Big deep kiss,

Jake Hancock

Dear Jake,

My goodness you certainly come on blunt and direct. Of course, blunt and direct is actually a positive thing when it comes time to line up a man's body with a woman's.

I have to admit I'm very surprised that you seem to have had such a positive response to my current pictures. I guess I expected the worst. Now, it's your turn, Jake. You can keep yourself secretive or you can expose yourself in a photograph for my benefit.

I really don't mind if you want to delay and "feel me out" psychologically for a while, but I will delay gratification as well. A gal's prerogative as they say.

Thanks for making me feel good about my pictures. I guess I needed the emotional reinforcement you sent today.

A warm kiss hello,

Cricket

I followed that letter up with another email that same evening.

Dear Jake,

This is where I try to get to know the prospective father of my child.

How tall are you? I'm about 5'4 and weigh 130 plus lbs.

What do you do for a living in general, hon? You don't have to be specific as yet, if you're not comfortable about it. Just give me some general idea. As I told you before I work in an office writing reports that nobody ever reads.

To be honest, if everything goes well, once the baby is born, I suppose I would prefer to stay at home nursing him/her. Of course, that may put undue financial strain on her father to support us all in these crazy financial times. I will continue writing, but I'm afraid my writing won't be able to make a dent in our finances until I reach more than ten books published. Sorry. Facts of an erotic romance writer's life.

Do you want a son or daughter--or doesn't it really matter to you?

Do you drink or smoke? 

I'm going to advise you to stop as both of them interfere with sperm production. The best thing to promote semen production and make for a great sexual experience is water! It makes a woman very moist down in the vaginal area and she thinks you're being the most incredible gentlemen because you're not trying to get her drunk--which is really stupid for a man to try to get a woman as it dries her up and makes sex harsh. That's just good information to know anyway.

Do you have your own place or will we have to find a place of our own?

Curious George,

Cricket

Dear Cricket,

Ok here goes... First of all, no I do not drink or smoke. I'm 6'1, 205 lbs. and I work as a Service Dept Manager for a car dealership. I do own my own house. I would prefer you stay home with our baby. A son would be nice, but I'll certainly settle for a girl. I've attached a couple of pics for you to see. Let me know what you think.

Yours always,

Jake Hancock

(attachment included)

That night when I opened the attachments, I got the surprise of my life. I really thought Jake would be some gawky, young post-adolescent. One of those nerdy guys that always comes off as a joke on TV. I had no idea how wrong I was.

One of the shots showed an amateur portrait of a hauntingly beautiful young (and I do mean young) man. The other looked like it had been taken at a concert. Jake Hancock was his band's lead singer!

Dearest Jake,

I just got back from a visit with some friends when I found your email and your attached pictures.

Jake Hancock, I am stunned! Is this really you? Wow! You are a handsome--no make that gorgeous young man and potentially a wonderful catch for any woman. You are so good looking that it's almost too much for me to take.

I am beyond flattered, honey. I am shocked! 

Whatever could a hunk like you see in an old used up fossil like me? Take you to bed? Absolutely. Have your baby? Of course, I would! But what about a year or two down the road when you've decided that this was all a mistake and you need to move on? Would you grab up our son or daughter for yourself, while kicking me out on the street?

Any right thinking woman would jump at the chance for your offer to make babies with her.

However, I'm sorry, but I really need time to think. I originally thought you might have been some ordinary guy who had a little bit of difficulty picking up women--not the sexy romance novel cover model you really are! Jake, I can see women fighting over you all the time. Your good looks frighten me. I never thought I'd say this, but if we had a child, all his or her good looks would come from his or her father! 

Forgive me for being taken aback. To put it bluntly, since you could fuck any girl you wanted, why me? Is it strictly the pregnancy angle? What was there about my letter or post which made you realize that I was the woman you wanted to knock up?

Jake, you are a prize catch so you'll pardon me if I don't understand. I'm totally flabbergasted. Right now I'm really torn...as a musician you probably know the song: "If you want to be happy for the rest of your life/Never make a pretty..." And pretty doesn't begin to describe you, babe. You are a hunk, Jake. More than I ever expected--much, much more.

BTW, what kind of music does your band play? Are you the lead singer, too? God, the wet dreams I'm gonna have. But Jake, I don't get it. What did you see in me?

Please get back to me.

Totally awed and confused,

Cricket

Dear Cricket,

Well thank you many times for your compliments. I don't know what to say, other than, don't keep from letting things happen together because you think I'm attractive. That wouldn't make much sense. I would never dream of taking our baby, and somehow "kicking you to out onto the street." 

So do you feel like you want to get pregnant with my baby? 

Anticipating your answer,

Jake Hancock

Dear Jake,

Honey, you had me before when you wrote:  :) Yes most definitely. I want to see you spread out on the bed, in front of me, ready to do what is natural and right...

There is really no question that when we move into that joyful moment when you push your dick all the way up into the confines of my pussy and loose your sperm directly into my reproductive system that we will be totally committed to conceiving an embryo from that moment onward.

However, I have to tell you I'm still worried about the rest of the world even more. What will your band mates or your co-workers think? Will they wonder if you were forced to be a gentleman and marry some old bitch because you knocked her up? (Are we going to get married?)

No, there's a lot to think about, still. But the more I think about your offer, the more I literally ache for reassurance, the more I want you to tell me it's all gonna be okay...Jake, I know West Michigan well enough to worry that you'll be put in a situation where you'll be told: "What do mean you're gonna marry some middle-aged white whore, boy? What's the matter with your head?"

I suppose I won't trap you into marriage until we're sure I've gotten pregnant, but even that won't sit right with an awful lot of people. I guess you shouldn't worry, though. I seem to be doing enough worrying for both of us.

However, I have to admit, I've done everything but say yes!

Cricket

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[Naturally there is much more to this relationship than I've written here. More emails, face to face meetings and the inevitable sensual and carnal enjoyments of each others bodies. I'll be back with much more in the future--Cricket!]