****** The Secret by Ulyssa Kincaid ******
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The Secret


Gideon Gryder thought that he should have felt more uneasy about the situation
which he'd set into motion. It wasn't merely that he'd seduced his old band
mate's young girlfriend a few nights back, or even that he'd spent the last few
nights getting Erich Barnes so blind drunk that he wouldn't notice as Gideon
sexually pursued his significant other.

Gideon was least bothered by his sense of timing. Erich had made it blatantly
plain that he'd hoped to get his woman pregnant in the weeks to come, and that
made Gideon's plan even more urgent.

Even now thoughts of stripping Joy Marinero down to her pale beauty and taking
her on the mattress or in the back seat of his car or even on the floor was
more than enough to stimulate his hormones and encourage the normal male
response. Gideon knew that Joy sensed that this started out as mutual lust, and
that they probably weren't right for each other. His problem was that since
they'd become casual lovers, she felt so right to him. There was no way around
it, he wanted Joy to be his woman.

Four weeks back Gideon Gryder had sat quietly outside Erich and Joy's bedroom
door listening while the two of them fucked--compliments of a couple of spiked
cocktails that he'd made for them. After just a few minutes, he heard Erich
grunt and groan, and then he heard Joy bark, "Damn! You're a selfish shit! You
know that?"

Fifteen minutes later, covered by the sound of Erich's snores, Gideon sneaked
into their room and crept carefully over to Joy's side of the bed.

Her blond hair and pale skin shone in the moonlight filtering through the sheer
curtain, and he fought back the urge to fondle her soft billowing, milky white
breasts as she laid naked next to Erich. Slowly, Gideon placed his fingers on
Joy's lips to silently awaken her.

He startled her. "What are you doing in here?"

"You'd better come downstairs," he whispered.

"Why?"

"Shh...It's important."

"Wait 'til I get my robe on."

"Hurry." Gideon headed for the doorway, pretending not to watch as Joy sat up
and slipped her naked body into a silken jade green robe.

As she followed him downstairs, Joy murmured, "What's going on? Erich'll wake
up any time now."

"Not likely," he thought. "Not after what I've found." Gideon held up a small
package of white powder. "Looks like he got started before the rest of us."

"That sonuvabitch," Joy nearly growled. "No wonder..."

"Yeah," Gryder nodded. "Wham! Boy! Thank-you, Joy! Must've lasted almost three
minutes before he was totally out of it."

Her face reddened. "You listened?"

Whoops. "The whole house heard you."

"Shit." She was steaming by then. Unaware that Gideon Gryder knew the lingering
effects of his potion, still irritated by the frustration of her unfulfilled
sexual drive, Joy continued to sweat.

"I hope you don't mind, but I plan on making up for his callous disregard for
your needs?" Gideon Gryder opened his bathrobe. Beneath the terrycloth cover
his black body was totally naked. Then just as quickly he reached for her wrap.

Since she'd worn only the thin night robe against the evening cold, Joy moaned
with both frustration and confusion as his warm dark hands pulled her
diaphanous robe away from her breasts.

"What are you...?" Suddenly her mouth was pinned by Gideon's lips and his
tongue hungrily examined everything there was to find. For a second Joy thought
about turning him away. "Gideon..."

After giving into his kiss, she pulled back. "Don't. Erich'll wake up."

Gideon Gryder knew that that wasn't very likely. "Erich's not important, Joy.
You are." He bent down to an exposed nipple, moistening the tip with his tongue
and then softly drew on her raised flesh with his lips. "For weeks now you've
been like an after thought to Erich, something he thinks about whenever he's
horny enough to remember that you're there."

Joy Marinero caught her breath. Instead of pushing at him, she stood quietly as
his dark hands and purple brown lips examined her skin from hip to shoulder and
in a straight line from her sternum right down to the pelvic mound. Suddenly
Joy felt her balance tilted as she was pushed back and positioned on the
cushions of the downstairs couch.

"This isn't right." She started to squirm beneath him. But his face and his
tongue slid along the reddened lips of her labia to settle teasingly at that
engorged standing soldier which was her clitoris. "Gideon, this..."

Suddenly in a rush of wet saliva and dripping moistness from her own pussy,
Joy's loins relinquished a stunning need for his sweeping motions to lap and
explore the delicate tissues just below the skin of her pubic mound.

"This isn't..." A tiny quiver heralded an even bigger shudder as the irritable
flesh of moments before became enthralled with the licking and plying that
became a new experience altogether.

"...Right!" She lost the meaning to her sentence in an uncontrolled convulsion
from his hot and moist exertions.

"It is right," Gideon answered, standing up. Now his hands were on her thighs,
and he used his body's angular momentum to part her legs. "You'll see."

Still keeping his body wedged between her knees, Gideon let his robe fall to
the floor.

Letting a breathy sigh escape, Joy could only stare at his coal black erection
now jutting free and perpendicular to his stomach muscles. Once again she
sighed as his weight descended upon the couch and over atop of her. but she
didn't protest any more. The edginess and frustrations she felt from her
earlier attempt still stayed with her. Suddenly Joy realized that for the first
time in her life she was destined to submit to something she'd never expected
to experience. Her sandy brown pubic hair was now brushing against his kinky
black pubes, and the lips of her loins were broached by his large probing penis
twice, thrice, and yet again. As if in a dream state, her muscles stiffened
under him, while her thighs arose slowly as if unbidden by her mind.

Gideon Gryder pushed inward with a strong steady movement, and every part of
her seemed to stretch as he pressed his thick black cock forward.

Despite her resistance and inhibitions, Joy was still dripping from his oral
preparation and from her soaking by Erich, so she allowed Gideon to be drawn
sharply into her. All that natural wetness which Erich had deposited some
minutes before now acquiesced to Gideon's penis as he slipped easily into her
supple wet loins.

Suddenly his presence felt right, if still somehow unreal. Joy allowed her
lungs to exhale a soft moan while her toes curled involuntarily as the entirety
of Gideon's cock slithered longingly through her labia and up into the
enfolding wet heat of her pliant sheath.

When his lips found hers once again, Joy didn't refuse him. Her arms hesitantly
reached up and around her new paramour. She drew the entire length of his
erected organ deep within her. Adapting to the novel experience of his blunt
penetration, left her inwardly anxious, yet outwardly calm. Conceding hungrily
to Gryder's hard pressed kissing, Joy perceived that her mature partner's
erection was growing and strengthening inside her while his long black thighs
and dangling testicles anchored themselves just beyond her supple point of
entry. For the moment she welcomed his attentive probings. Minutes passed as
Joy accommodated more length and breadth of cock than she'd ever really known
before.

Gideon Gryder moaned.

His soft muffled groan excited her, so that now her legs were rigid against his
hips. Joy thrust her abdomen upward, enclasping his penetration, crying down
deep for even more. As Joy dug her fingers into his naked brown back, her arms
trembled with the tense exertion she now shared with him.

This wasn't supposed to be happening, she thought. It's all wrong.

There's no room in my life for this kind of complication, she mused. But with
Gideon Gryder's strong arms around her and his weight pinning her under his
dominant thrusts, Joy's controlled breathing soon transformed into an
unmanageable gasping. Continuing to arch her back to make her hips rise, Joy
let her head sink into the soft cushions of the sofa. She wondered if maybe it
wasn't time to bail out--to call a halt to the whole thing.

Not yet, she replied internally. Their conjugal pistoning played out a pure
pleasure where she allowed him access. After all his lengthy, bolstered
presence was intimately gratifying. She'd endure his diverting embrace for a
couple of minutes more and then stop.

Suddenly Gideon Gryder quaked, overwhelmed by his own climactic needs.

Joy hadn't taken the opportunity to bring this tumultuous event to a standstill
in time. Now her mind and body shuddered as Gideon's muscles, lungs, and vocal
cords signaled a flurry of changes in the black man's demeanor.

Clutching Joy close to him as he balanced atop her white thighs, and yet still
mobile inside her body, Gideon allowed his mind and his pent up emotions to
explode from his loins. Spurting forth hoards of wet, heated, surging liquids
from deep within him, Gideon let his passion sweep outward like a living
tsunami. Overjoyed that he was still enveloped deep inside of his partner's
cunt, his warm, sticky sperm spewed forth in thick bursts.

Yet in spite of his climax, Gideon continued to hold her tight, to move slowly
within her.

It was moments later that she spoke. "That was a foolish thing to do."

"What?"

"I can just imagine the mess we've made on Erich's couch."

"It was the right thing to do. I've wanted you for months."

"Why, because I'm white or because I'm his?"

"Both--and neither," Gideon answered. "It's totally because of who you are,
Joy."

"Really? And who am I?"

"Somehow I knew that you hadn't figured that out for yourself yet."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It has to do with love." Gryder chuckled.

They'd stay conjoined for all this time, now he'd quickly become hard and
totally erect again. Soon he was thrusting and lunging within her, meshing with
her again, bringing her body back to the brink of eternity until her nerves and
tissues stopped her from going over the abyss by submitting to a climax of her
own.

Joy stifled a loud moan. "Oh, God!" Later after the gut-wrenching wracking of
her body subsided, she whispered. "How'd you do that?"

"I told you. It has to do with love."


The next night:
Checking the calendar in her bedroom, Gideon Gryder sighed. Joy was closer to
her time now. Not that all this careful timing actually bothered Gideon. Part
of him acted cold and calculating. As a vigilant watcher of wastebaskets and
bathroom sinks, he was able to count the days in her cycle.

Still he couldn't remember when he wanted any woman as much as he wanted Joy
Marinero. Gideon remembered stealing a kiss from her in the early afternoon,
his lips parting, his tongue slipping urgently into her open mouth. He recalled
that even in daylight she'd kissed him back just as fervently, as freely, and
as enthusiastically as he'd initiated. They'd become conspirators. That was all
part of the thrill of an affair.

Now Erich was off giving guitar lessons at the music store for two or three
hours, and Gideon and Joy realized that they'd been touching and exploring and
embracing each other with increasing intensity for the last eleven minutes. Joy
kissed him just to the right of his flat nose, next on each corner of his
mouth, and then she followed an imaginary line along his jawline out to his
ear.

As he laid his hand lightly on her chest, Gideon Gryder could feel her nipples
standing out under the cottony material of her blouse like little soldiers
coming to attention and waiting for inspection. When Gideon began to unbutton
her blouse, Joy murmured, "I don't think we should do this."

But she didn't back away from his wrought iron pigmented hands. Everything
about him excited her today. His body wasn't exactly lean, but his chest,
shoulders and arms were mahogany sculpted with fine musculature.

"Is that what you really think? Tell me the truth."

"Well, okay," she smiled. "Maybe just this one time."

She could hardly remember stepping out of her clothes, while his clothing
seemed to melt away in the dimness of the twilight, and suddenly both Joy and
Gideon were naked and hurriedly breaching the gulf between them as he settled
down on the floor with his back against the bedroom rug. Joy squatted carefully
over his dark erection in order to engulf his massive strength within the
confines of her pink loins. With her memories of last night's climax still
burning in her thoughts, Joy Marinero needed to sheath his masculine extension
right then and there.

"Joy," he murmured. "I love you."

"Mmmm," she responded quietly. She closed her eyes to enjoy the sheer feel of
his intromissive probing.

"I want you to leave him."

"Shh," she replied. "Don't talk. Just fuck me."

"You've been with him for over two years," he whispered. "How long have you
been trying to get pregnant?"

"Pill," she muttered as her mind began to cloud up under the sensations.

Weeks before Erich had told him the truth about their constant unsuccessful
attempts to get her pregnant. Gideon murmured. "I'm going to go very slow with
you, Joy."

"Ungh?" she squirmed aggressively atop him.

"My uncle told me that's the secret."

"Secret to what?"

"Roll over on your back." They untangled just long enough to switch positions.
"I'll tell you in a second."

His withdrawal had been a startling disturbance to her wet loins, but now every
nerve in her body...each kiss...each touch...each lingering stroke of his cock
became more seductive by its temporary absence. Finally, when Gideon reentered
Joy, his long slide into her vagina was an incredible ode to bliss.

"Tell me," she whispered. "What's this secret you're talking about?"

Gideon grinned. "The secret to making a little baby boy."

Oh God! "Ugh? No, Gideon!"

"Got to be making a boy baby," Gideon chanted. It had an amazingly erotic
effect upon him.

Joy could sense his penetration becoming harder yet, even as she heard him
repeat the chant: "Got to be making a boy baby."

"Jesus, no," Joy moaned. But that traitor, her body continued to move in
response to his own endeavors. Now she could tell that he was dripping from the
aperture at the crown of his cock, and, still Joy continued to embrace him in a
primitive rutting fever. "Oh my God!"

Like a mantra or an incantation, Gideon reiterated: "Got to be making a boy
baby."

After months of ignoring any possibility of children, Joy realized that this
was the second time she'd allowed this African American man intimate,
unprotected access to her naked loins. Still Joy clung to him now, savoring the
slow prolonged thrill of his prodding and plunging. His words and his movements
became repetitive and rhythmic, and suddenly the tiny tingling that danced
around her clit became a whirling dervish of aching--no--of tormenting desire
which swept through her entire system like an full chorus.

"Got to be..."

"Ooo! Oh, shit yes!" she squealed. "There! There it is!"

"...Making a..." Now his words stopped in his throat as Gideon gripped Joy's
hips and held her tightly against him. Burying his cock deeply into the moist
warm recesses of Joy's womb, he hissed out a long: "Yesss..."

In the heady rush of her lusty exchange, Joy had put aside the needs that her
lover had expressed vocally. So, when all his energy burst out in a rush of hot
spurting semen, Joy concentrated intently on taking what she needed from their
sexual encounter. Wracked by the tumult of her own orgasmic shudders, Joy
accepted the flowing wash of his seed caching and pooling deep inside her
vagina. Everything felt much too good to protest.

"Damn," she said.

"What's wrong?"

"I told myself that I wouldn't do this again."

"Sorry 'bout that." He grinned down at her.

"No you're not."

"No. I'm not."


Two days and twice as many fucks later, Gideon Gryder received confirmation
that the band was to be booked into a club in New York City.

"I'm leaving tomorrow to help get things set up," he said to her that last
night at her and Erich's place. "The rest of the guys will be coming later."

Wearing one of Erich's shirts, Joy had sat down on the bed next to her secret
lover. "So soon?" she whispered.

"We can't pass this up, Joy," he replied. "It's too important."

"I'll show you what's important." Smiling, and with a movement that totally
surprised him, she brought her hands to her throat and began to unbutton her
shirt.

Gideon watched fascinated. His eyes followed the progress of her hands,
watching as the shirt fell open in an ever widening V, and then it fell away
from her voluminous breasts. Joy finished stripping down immediately in front
of him. Quietly she fell into his arms, just as silently, Gideon Gryder picked
her up to place her over on his side of the bed. Joy no longer felt even a
semblance of control as she glanced across the strangely homey room. Everything
seemed to tilt as Gideon put her down flat on the bed.

She leaned back across the bed, propping herself up on her elbows and raising
one knee. Gideon had to wonder about the way she could stretch so
languishingly, so naturally sexy.

Gideon stepped out of his pants. He wore no underwear. In full view of his
erected and demanding organ--his naked, dark-skinned, male countenance-- Joy
sighed. The next time she raised her gaze to his, Gideon bent his head down to
meet hers. His mouth captured hers almost roughly, his tongue parting Joy's
lips and driving into her mouth in a fiercely erotic kiss that sent flames
shooting through her entire body. Leaning over her, Gideon kissed her until she
actually heard her own voice moaning softly under him as if it were someone
else. Then he dropped his mouth to her breasts, making each one ache in turn
while his busy fingers explored and tormented the private tissues at her pubic
mound.

"Do it now, Gideon," she murmured. "Fuck me."

"Ask me again, Joy."

"Fuck me."

"No."

"What?"

"Not until you promise me that you'll take my baby."

"Gideon, we're wasting time."

"Promise me."

"Okay, I promise."

"Make me believe you."

"I promise that I'll take your...your baby."

Then Gideon moved. His body shifted atop of hers, his hips totally insistent,
his lips both tender and rough against the curves of her neck and cheek. As
Gideon's mouth returned to Joy's mouth, parting her lips again, his right leg
wedged up slowly between her legs, gently spreading her soft thighs. Settling
into the vertex of her soft underbelly, he groaned in unassuaged anticipation.
So thrilled was he that Joy was there under him, so eager was he to fit the
length of his penis deep within her supple moist sheath that Gideon literally
ached. All the while their tongues tangled ardently together.

Sneaking a quick glance at the black erection Joy knew she was destined to
experience once again, Ms. Marinero allowed her parted thighs to roll up and
back exposing her open loins to Gideon's elongated strength. As his penis left
her sight, she felt it broach the juncture of her swelling labia and reassert
his demand for their impending coupling.

Joy inhaled to allow her body to envelop his essence deep within; making it
facile for his long blunt penis to gain access to the gentle moist flesh at the
base of her womb, Breathing quickly she was both eager and nervous about being
intimately entwined with him this time. After all something nagged at the back
of her mind. But what was it? Now her pale stomach slid against his dark one,
and the tiny squishing sounds they made became louder and more pronounced. Soon
their bellies slapped against each other like they were applauding.

Naked man over naked woman, his thrusting persisted until her moaning vocal
cords launched a trembling, shuddering, climactic sigh out into the atmosphere.

"Listen to me, Joy," he whispered. "If anything happens to you in the near
future, deep inside we'll both know who's responsible."

Then suddenly Gideon's potent wetness gushed forth into Joy as his body burst
out in a liquid rhapsody--a song of pure fluid desire. And Joy's body
harmonized within their duet, allowing her to sing an aria of both longing and
fulfillment. Fused together in that moment like someone had melded them at the
hips, Joy and Gideon locked, held, and then fell back.

"Gotcha," he murmured. Gideon lay catching his breath raggedly like a vacuum
that didn't quite work right.

Joy lay wet and tangled in his arms with one arm across her forehead, her
breath hitching the muscles in her chest. "I guess you did," she replied.

"You got me good."


Gideon Gryder received the news of a curious call about three weeks into the
New York club date. Erich was popping around backstage puffed up like some male
peacock going from person to person in the band and telling each one the news.

"What are you going on about?" Gideon asked.

"Joy said I should tell you first, but you were busy so I told the others."

"Tell me what?"

"Finally after two years and Christ knows how many months, we did it."

"Did what?"

"Joy's finally pregnant." The guitarist beamed. "She thinks she's just a little
over three weeks to a month pregnant. Isn't that great news?"

"That's wonderful news." Gideon smiled. "And after all this time, too.

This baby should be quite a surprise for everybody involved."

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