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(MF, intr, rom, preg) *** PART 2 I sat up to scrutinize her naked white body. God, she looked delicious. The room glowed with the ebbing twilight pouring through the curtains, and Diane glowed with the rosy blush of our time interlocked together. The mixture of my sperm and her own juices had seeped from the deep hole our bodies had shared down onto her thighs and ass where they'd dried together in a sticky paste. I brought my fingers down against her skin and used a fingernail to peel back a gummy droplet. I smiled. This was us! Diane and I -- together. I examined the little stretch marks on her abdomen with my fingers. I could think of countless guys my age that might be turned off by these telltale wrinkles, but I wasn't one of them. You can't be a father without successfully marking a mother. And this woman was mine to mark. I know that sounds odd to some of you, but, sorry, that' s the way my brain works. My fingers slid across her pale flesh and traced the stretch marks as they branched out reaching for her ribs. Since it was late August, neither of us wore any covers atop us on the twin bed. She snuggled into my pillow, while I continued to run my eyes over every inch of Diane's body. Look at those hips! I was tempted to grasp her by her lovely pale hips and use them as leverage to thrust as deep as I could go into her interior. Then I fixed both eyes on her pussy. About an hour and a half ago my dick probed this beautifully pliant white vagina exploring and examining and prepping her reproductive system to be totally receptive my load. I told Diane in no uncertain terms that when my dick pushed its way as deep as I wanted, she'd stay with me until we'd conceived. Conceived! God that word rang in my brain. Her eyes opened, and she found me staring at her. "What's going on?" I beamed. "I'm just admiring everything about you." Diane sighed. "Don't you think I'm too old, Tim?" "Do you think I'm too young?" I watched her shake her head. "Then knock it off with the age crap." She looked at the faded light coming through the window. "What time is it?" "It's around nine o'clock or so. Why, d'ya have some place to be?" "Not exactly," Diane came up on one elbow and reached out to caress my hip. I could see the wheels turning in her head. "So how was... you know... for you?" This time I broke into a broad grin. "Wonderful. Stupendous. You're a writer. Choose a superlative." "Umm...funny man." She moved her own fingers around. "I never ever dreamed I'd find a man with the proverbial washboard stomach once I left high school. You look marvelous." "Me? Hah!" I laughed. "More like a Laundromat's double loader. So, how do you feel?" I couldn't help fondling her breasts as she lay so close. "I'm fine. Sweaty... tired... a bit sore..." She grinned. "Happy." "Happy! I'm glad. I'm thrilled!" I leaned over to kiss her on the top of her head. "We did it." "Well, we certainly indulged in the preliminaries." "Do you mind if we indulge again?" My finger circled her areola and tweaked a now hardening nipple. "Not at all. It's your house. I think I should abide by your rules." She sat up on my bed. "But if we're going to fuck, I have to go to the bathroom and get another glass of water to drink first." I had to smirk. It caught me off guard to hear this forty year old white woman comment so matter-of-factly about what she needed to do before we could fuck again. I watched her stand up from the bed and walk naked out the bedroom door toward the kitchen. Diane stood totally nude at my sink and began running the cold water. Glancing through the cupboards, she called out, "Tim, where do you keep your clean glasses?" I followed her inviting bare ass into my kitchen. "God, I hope I have some clean glasses." "Spoken just like a bachelor." She pulled down a coffee mug. "This'll do. Moisture is everything to a loving couple. You could stand eight ounces of water too." "Why's that?" She drank from cup for a moment. "Helps with prostate fluid production and a healthy sperm count." I grinned and grabbed another mug from the cupboard shelf. "Oh, I love the way you think, Diane." She refilled her glass and walked down the hallway toward the bathroom. She closed the door behind her. Smiling, I walked back into my bedroom. No doubt about it, I was ready to take this woman once again. At least two times tonight, how lucky could an ordinary guy get? I gulped my water down as well. Shoot, I'd probably better go to the bathroom too—just in case. Like Diane said, there were certain things we'd have to take care of before we could fuck again. I could hear her running the water to wash her hands. I tried the door. It wasn't locked so I opened it. I stood behind her at the bathroom sink and we gazed into each others eyes in the half-sized mirror. I never thought of myself as large or Diane as small until I saw our reflection shining back at us. Next to me, she looked downright petite. I brought my hands up to her shoulders. "You are so gorgeous, babe." She gave me a playful smile. "Spoken like a man hoping to get laid." "Hey! I'm not going to lie to you." Then I moved over to the toilet. "My turn to empty my bladder." She left the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I was off the pot and out the door in a matter of seconds. When I strolled back into my bedroom Diane was hanging up her cocktail dress on a hanger. She'd already done my sports jacket and slacks. She turned to me as I walked in. "These should drape wrinkle free over night." Domestic full frontal nudity! Fabulous! I let her finish hanging our garments before I demanded that Diane return to my bed. A woman that looked that damn good needed to be embraced in the ultimate wrestling hold. She padded back toward my bed. "I put away your clothes. You'd think I was your maid...or your mother." "Bite your tongue!" I replied. That was a downer I refused to face. "I have every intention of slippin' Tab A into Slot B so that you and I can do our damnedest into making that woman a grandmother. There's no way in hell I could mistake you for my mother." "Sorry," she whispered. “My bad..." "Not for long. I have it on the best authority that you are a wonderful fuck." "Oh, and what authority would that be?" "Someone I trust implicitly..." I grabbed my own erection and pointed it directly at her. "A really good authority." Diane and I slipped into silence as we came together on the bed. I rolled up on top of her and distributed my weight as carefully as could, balancing my hips and thighs atop her own. We didn't speak, although we said volumes with our eyes and lips. I wanted her blue eyes, brown hair, and pale flushing skin--once she guided my erection easily into position to nudge firmly up against her center slit, I let my enraptured soul spin out of control trying to absorb every modicum of her essence. I pressed forward with my thighs and hips, while a long and sensitive part of me snaked deeply parting the cleft of her labia with my bulk. "Gotcha!" She snickered and then moaned. "I know." We didn't have enough room on the twin bed for us to switch positions while we made love. About ten minutes or so into our bout, Diane asked me if she could be on top for a while and I said yes. I had to withdraw my penetration completely from her loins in order to stand up and allow Diane to get up off the bed and wait for me to exchange places. Then after I lay down on my back we came together atop the bed again. She squatted down over my hips and used her delicate fingers to guide my penis back into the warmth and excitement of her abdominal core. I let a loud gasp out from my throat as her pussy generously enveloped my dick once more. Oh yeah! This was the sort of place my cock wanted to spend the entire night. Or maybe eternity. Soon Diane took over control of the rhythm as she ground her dripping cunt down against my erection. Her mouth opened and she moaned out a little girl's high muffled sigh as she forced her cunt to engage my cock. "Oh, Tim!" She rode my penis like a bronco rider leaned into the saddle horn. "Do you know where your dick is now?" Her face began to flush increasingly red as she moved steadily up and down stimulating the nerve ends on my cock. I grunted a small groan. The experience nearly over stimulated me. "You wanted to explore the interior of a white woman's open, vulnerable loins--her Caucasian," Diane grunted. Her breath became erratic. "Her white, Caucasian cunt with your black cock..." Diane closed her eyes, grimaced and blushed. "The perfect delivery system to spill, to spew teeming African seed into a place that's supposed to be forbidden to such living seed." The hypnotic sound of her voice began to spiral the pressure up from my spine into my brain and down from my brain into my testicles. I gasped, beginning to lose control. I picked up speed lifting my pelvis to lunge for Diane every time she pulled her pussy away from my midsection. "Soon every one of your tiny sperm will spurt out carrying their African heritage as far from your body as you can propel them." She gasped again. "But they'll have no place to go once they leave your body, will they?" I muffled a shriek deep down in my throat, as I held onto her tightly. "No place to go, but inside me!" She panted uncontrollably now. "No place for your black seed to go, but inside your white lover." Suddenly, Diane choked back a squeal, as if she were fighting an orgasm. "Omigawd!" I couldn't help myself. I climaxed hard -- ejaculating my roiling, flowing semen straight up out of my erected penis to launch a spray right into the white woman straddling atop my midsection. "It's all right," she murmured, as she bent over to kiss me and snuggle down close to me. "It's all good, because you wanted to produce a child that was both black and white. You wanted to mate your genes with a white woman's." She continued to move against the standing remnants of my erection. I groaned a long throttled growl from my throat, while I tried to catch my breath. "See... how... easy it was... T-Tim?" Suddenly Diane lost control and shuddered. Her pussy unleashed a streaming torrent of hot cream over my cock. "Ohhh... Gawd!" She flushed beet red and her tremors literally got the best of her. We lay together in the August heat, Diane's naked form flattened out over my prone body, her vagina impaled by the still pumping erection I'd probed her with. Our physical love had been satiated for now, as we'd both cum within a few minutes of each other. I stroked her back contentedly as we lay together on the bed. "You okay, baby?" Diane giggled. "Oh, now there's a magic word." "What word--baby?" I could feel the dripping liquid lathering up my cock. "Does the word scare you, sweetheart?" "No! Not if you're happy with it." "Nothing would thrill me more." *** We'd begun our date on Wednesday evening. It was now well after midnight on Thursday, but we were both wide awake. Diane found the most enjoyable way to awaken and refresh me in the wee hours of the morning. Her technique included that a natural cleaning and lubrication of my dick with her mouth, lips and tongue. I could see her head, centered at my groin, bobbing up and down in the dim reflected light from the street lamp. I felt the intensity of pure encouragement as my penis stiffened and responded to her ministrations in the darkness of the night. "I never realized an alarm clock could feel so damn good," I murmured. She hummed a chuckle and the vibrations played along the nerves of my cock. The sensations played along my dick directing the blood straight to the necessary capillaries to make it grow and show a sufficient delight in milady's presence. "You'd better quit there, sweetheart," I suggested. "My task is still pretty single minded when it comes to what I want to do with you." Diane stopped her oral strokes and snickered. "You are so predictable." I laid her down in the center of my bed and brought my own lips, tongue and saliva into play so that we might manufacture enough natural lubricant together to ease our bodies into a lovely aggressive love making. I think I brought her nearly to the point of culmination with my mouth. Then, at her request, I backed off. A minute or so later, Diane lay beneath me with her back pinned against my mattress. In the dark morning hours, I thrust enraptured between her spread legs once again. It was as if my dick had taken on a will of its own. Ah...Thursday morning one A.M. and life was sweet. We fucked for well over twenty minutes before either of us came. Diane gave in to a loud moaning orgasm first, and then I ejaculated a full load of my semen inside her several minutes later. All in all, our attempt felt very successful. She held me close after it was all over. "God, I love you." *** Dawn came before six in the morning. She woke up, went off to the bathroom to pee again, drank another glass of water, and came back to bed in order to snuggle up against me. I loved the feeling of her soft body nestled into mine. Of course, now that I was awake, I had to urinate as well. When I came back to bed, my white lover kissed me. We both suffered from morning breath. Indeed, each of our mouths tasted like the other person's groin. However, an early morning kiss when you've been sleeping alone for so long felt like heaven. She didn't taste so bad-- not really. Obviously, Diane felt the same way about me as we continued to thrive in each other's presence on the mattress. Each new kiss brought us closer to indulging in the other's nearness. I looked into her eyes and asked the question. "Do you mind if we try again?" Smiling, she reached down and stroked my cock. "I'd have been surprised if you hadn't insisted." Quite frankly, the whole experience: yesterday from dinner to last night followed by after midnight and now as her hands made my dick rise along with the sun -- it was all literally the stuff of legend as far as I was concerned. I wrapped my arms around the underside of her pale thighs, close to her knees, and then pushed her knees up toward her breasts. This position gave me total access and control to her meaty cunt. From this point it was a simple matter to drive my cock forward and successfully penetrate her loins. Jesus, I loved being inside of her. Turned out Diane's pussy was rather sore. She grunted in discomfort when I drove the bulk of my erection deep into her pliant vulnerable tissues. Soon, however, we'd re-established our primal rhythm together and my dick once again felt like it was lodged in paradise. Once I'd arrived, I changed my tact. "You miss him, don't you?" Diane opened her eyes wide and looked straight up into mine. She understood exactly that I meant her son, Emil. "Yes, I miss him very much." "We're not trying to replace him, you know." I leaned in to kiss her again. "We're merely granting him the opportunity to get to know another brother or sister." "I guess if I didn't trust you, we wouldn't be doing this without protection once more." I grinned as I shifted position to pull her closer to me. "I'm glad to hear that." We stayed very quiet through the rest of our loving morning fuck. My dick selfishly plunged in and out of her warm wetness for a full half an hour before my lower body lost control and my nerves spasmed. I began to pump potent sperm out through the aperture of my penis and into my woman's receptive body. For the moment I felt like we were just an ordinary couple making love on a Thursday morning, except for the fact that Diane was white and nearly forty, while I was neither. That didn't matter anyway. This delightful woman, whose thighs and ass were now covered with a viscous, messy coating of translucent sticky liquid, had agreed to bear my child. God help me--I loved her for it. *** Early Thursday morning we showered together. This was a perk I hadn't realized about our relationship. For long minutes, my soapy hands scrubbed and examined every square inch of her flesh. She reciprocated and my body got one of the strongest erections I'd ever had in my life. After I got dressed [shirt and tie, since I'm a service writer and the dealership's first line representative to the public], Diane sent me outside to her car to gather up her work clothes which were hanging on a hanger over the back seat. I took her to breakfast at a little Mom and Pop place in the Heights, and after a parting kiss we each went off to work. During my drive to the dealership, I realized that I'd probably had the best night of my life so far. I'd finally met--and fucked--the woman of my dreams. Diane and I had made love four times last night and this morning. Each time unprotected. I don't mind admitting to you that this turned out to be a personal best. Of course, my companion for the night had been my real triumph, my real reason for outperforming myself. Later, during my first break from work I called her office, waiting to speak until I heard her familiar tones through the earpiece. "Hey, sweetheart, how are you doing?" I heard Diane sigh. "I'm utterly exhausted, thank you very much." I snickered. "Yeah, I called you to generate some energy myself. I wanted to hear the sound of your voice. I figured it would bring some very vivid memories to light." "I wonder if you can imagine how intense my memories of last night are." I laughed. "Betcha twenty bucks I can." "Bet me dinner, young man, and you're on." "Oh that's a great idea. Dinner it is. Listen, my break time's almost up. Be thinking about where you want to go, and call me back when you decide." I gave her my work number and extension. "Great. Do you want me to call you around noon?" I told her that would be fine, and we both went back to work with the knowledge that we fully intended to see each other again tonight. She called me at noon and made restaurant suggestions to each other. She told me that the restaurant would be a few minutes from her apartment. I told her that I would make sure to bring over tomorrow's outfit tonight, so that I wouldn't have to leave early. Diane told me she thought that was an excellent idea. Another hurdle for our evening cleared. I doubted that I had it in me for a reprise of our previous sexual bout of four times last night, but a guy could give it his best. She called me around noon and we lined up a restaurant in the quaint little lakeside resort of Grand Haven where Diane's apartment was located. We arranged to meet right after work at a nice touristy bar and grill. I had my reservations about the place, as it was located in a smaller and more provincial town when it came to interracial relationships. I got off work. Sprinted home to pack some things in an overnight bag and drove south to meet her at the restaurant. In a switch from last night, Diane was the one waiting patiently for me to show up at the front entrance to the bar and grill. After I rushed across the street from the parking lot to meet her, she stepped into my arms and kissed me. God, holding her felt good. "I missed you today." She clung to me for a few minutes longer than I thought she might. Of course, I enjoyed every second. A couple who had crossing the street behind me slowed their pace while we embraced and slipped by us through the door with a scowl and a bit of a huff. "Did you really?" I glanced down and took in the sight of her tits pressing out through her blouse. My dick wanted to go there, too. "Of course, I did." "Good. I'm glad." I turned her toward the front entrance. "We better go inside and get a table." *** We'd eaten a little after five thirty. Dinner was memorable entirely due to the company I kept. Forty- five minutes later, we left the restaurant and drove to her abode. Once there, I asked Diane to give me the nickel tour of her apartment. "More like three cents," she corrected. "It's a small one bedroom place." However, when I saw her bedroom with its full sized bed, I broke into a smile. Two people could entertain themselves intimately for hours and still find room enough to sleep comfortably for the rest of the night. The look on my face must have broadcast my inner thoughts. "Does this mean you want to go to bed to get some rest?" "Yes, I want to go to bed," I answered. "No, I don't want to rest--not just yet." "I didn't think so." Diane surprised me by stripping off her clothing right then and there. "Somehow you didn't look that tired to me." Diane went over to her purse, reached inside and brought out a brand new bottle of warming lubricant she'd purchased from the drug store. I grinned. "Is that what I think it is?" She tried to force open the bottle cap. "I don't know about you, but I can use a little help after four times last night." "Looks like you could use some help opening that bottle." Diane blushed and shrugged. Her pink cheeks echoed the rosy brown flush that made her nipples stand out. She handed me the bottle and with a hard twist I opened it. The oil that spilled out both warmed and soothed my fingers as I spread a tiny amount into my palm. I grinned. "Oh, you're gonna like this." She unbuttoned my shirt and undid my belt. "You don't say." "Wanna try it out?" Diane laughed and pulled my slacks and underwear down past my thighs. "What do you think?" "I think this evening has the makings of the end of perfect day." After I stepped out of my clothes, I took hold of her hand and poured a teaspoon of lubricant into her palm. "A guy gets off work, goes to dinner with his lady, and then takes her back home to fuck. Domestic bliss!" After my white lover led me over to her bed, she dropped the hand with the oil smeared on it to massage the tender tissues of her pussy. "Domestic bliss sounds awfully good." Then, Diane parked herself flat on her back against the mattress. Damn that woman looked inviting. Great tits drooping off pale shoulders, thick hips, thighs and abdomen perfect for balancing my weight, and a nice meaty mound of cunt that spoke volumes to my receptive dick. My lower brain told me in no uncertain terms: "I want to go in there." Of course, my upper brain agreed, whole heartedly. Since I wanted her so badly, I may have mounted Diane a bit too quickly. I heard her catch her breath, and I apologized for my eagerness. Of course, my apology came after my dick had penetrated her slick labia. "Don't worry about it," she murmured, clutching my hips with her hands. "I wanted you inside me. Especially that part." "Glad to hear that." It took us a few minutes to establish a nice smooth rhythm together. Finally, I asked the question I wanted to ask. "Diane?" "Hmmm?" "Did you check your calendar to see when..." I delayed for a moment while my plunging dick caused my body to moan. "When your fertile time was?" This time Diane grunted a lovingly breathy response. "Ohhh!" I think she may have had a tiny orgasm at that moment. Whatever it was, it sounded as if it felt wonderful. "I really liked the idea you..." She panted and moaned again bringing her arms up to grab my back and shoulders. "Ooo! The idea you had last night..." I shifted my arms and clutched Diane's torso closer to my body. Our rhythm increased while her cunt played gracious hostess to my stiff dark visitor. "Tell me." "We'll just fuck night after night until..." This time, as Diane's body's self-control completely left her, she sucked in a deep breath and let out a rasping, shivering sigh. "Oooo!" I held her tight in my clasp until all her trembling subsided. I enjoyed the wondrous bath of Diane's warm juices rushing and flowing all around my dick. Oh yes, another solid reminder that my cock burrowed exactly where I wanted it to be--clasped inside exactly the right woman--my white, forty year old woman. Diane opened her eyes and looked up into mine. "We'll just fuck night after night until we're both certain that I'm pregnant with your baby." Talk about lighting the fuse within me! My brain told my body to kick into overdrive while three feet below, my stick-shift and custom transmission system sparked all my vital fluids into gear. With a baritone growl, I grunted out a vocal tribute to the beautiful forty year old woman under me. And then I came--loosing a torrent of my potent semen deep into Diane's vagina. For long minutes I closed my eyes to enjoy my climax. When I opened them again, the sun showed bright in the evening through the bedroom curtains. On the bed, my dark chocolate arms surrounded her pale, soft body. Her blue eyes looked up into mine and twinkled with a vibrant smile. "Is this more like what you had in mind?" I kissed her a long passionate kiss, my tongue and lips exploring her mouth slowly. All the while I was anchored at two ends with her. One, up at her face with my mouth inside hers, and two, down three feet lower, my favorite extension took extreme advantage of a very selfish demand. "A little over two weeks." I looked at her puzzled for a second. "What?" "My body's calendar should be primed a little over two weeks from now." I was speechless for the longest time. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 51