Suddenly I felt another pelvic pain. I was ovulating again. This had happened a few times in the past - we had a history of twins in the family. I whispered to Brett”. “How would you like to make me pregnant”. His immediate answer was to push further into me.” “Dearest Susan, I would love to give you a baby, but how would you cope with a baby - a black baby”. I replied that I have it figured out how to have the baby and still achieve what I want. I told him "the baby will probably be very light skinned and I am already fairly dark - my husband won’t notice”.
I pushed back hard and felt another three inches slide up into me. He felt so deep, much deeper that Bob, His cock felt as though it were in my upper abdomen. Brett suddenly took my hips and said “ if you want my baby, then I am going to fuck you so hard with my black cock you won’t walk for a week”. I loved his dirty talk and squirmed my hips as he started to fuck me with long, slow, hard thrusts. He was pulling right back till his cock was coming out and then slamming back into me. My cunt was stretched by his cock and by the air he was forcing into me. Intermittently the were obscene noises as the air escaped. Then he drove in deep and started shorter deeper strokes. “Susan, I wish you could see how beautiful you look with my big black cock plowing your beautiful pink cunt. My cock is covered with thick white juices from you cunt. It is making a tide mark showing how deep I have been. There is three inches to go….. Do you want to take all of it - no woman has ever done that?
Even though we had only just met, he knew me too well, how I couldn’t turn down the opportunity to beat everyone else. I replied “Go on give me the whole of you.” He started to concentrate on short sharp hard strokes deep in me. Gradually I could feel him pushing my cervix higher in my belly, stretching my cunt. Suddenly I could feel that he was in me to the root of his enormous cock.
“Cum in my Brett, get me pregnant”. He pulled back and started a new rhythm, faster, longer and twisting slightly so that he was caressing me inside and stimulating every nerve in my cunt and grazing my clit as he rotated. I was lost to an orgasm immediate and I felt his rhythm break as he started to spurt thick ropes of semen into me. He kept pumping cum into me for a full minute and I continued to spasm and orgasm all the time. If there was any chance that he would make me pregnant, this must surely be it. I felt the most thoroughly fucked woman in the world.
We collapsed onto the bed and after a minute I pulled off the blindfold. I saw us in the mirror. His athletic body, my diminutive slim body joined by his enormously thick dark black cock. I couldn’t believe that my cunt could stretch to take that girth. Slowly he pulled his cock out of me. I was even more shocked by his length. As he came out he seemed to go on forever. Then suddenly my cunt was empty. I could see up into my pelvis, all of the cum obscuring my cervix, my cunt was so open, so stretched. He pulled me round to him and I looked down at his cock as it now lay against my belly. I was even more incredulous, His cock stretched way up above my umbilicus and rested just below my ribs. The base of his cock was at the lips of my cunt. He really must have been right up in my upper abdomen - no wonder it had felt like that.
My cunt was starting to weep his cum. It was flowing down over my bottom and I raised my hips so that I could keep it inside me. Brett noticed and said “So you really are determined to get pregnant by me, you want to be my little white slut knocked up by her black lover”. “I’m not sure about the slut bit, but I do want your baby and I love your black cock.” He gazed at me lying with my hips elevated by a pillow. “If you are pregnant you deserve it……when I said that no woman had taken the whole of my cock I was already several inches deeper than I had ever been before. You then took another three inches. I can‘t believe that your slim little body can take all of me.”
As I lay there keeping all of his sperm in me he squirmed up the bed till his cock was close to my face. I licked the remains of his cum from the head of his cock and started to stroke his shaft. Rather than soften his cock seemed even harder. He moaned as I took his cockhead into my mouth. I could just get him in - there was no chance of deep-throating a cock this thick. I used both hands to stroke him in a spiral motion as I bobbed my mouth up and down on his beautiful circumcised cock. Although he was a pale coffee color, his cock was much darker. The head was a deep purple-black color and there were thick veins on the shaft. His scrotum was loose and his balls were like large plums. I was determined to make him cum quickly - we had to get to the dinner in less than an hour.
I took my mouth off his cock and told him to imaging his spermatozoa all swimming up through my cervix, into my womb and then on into my fallopian tubes to find my egg and make his baby. I told him how much I wanted that, how I could literally feel his cum in me. All the while I was stroking his cock and felt him start to thrust his hips. I took him into my mouth and let him fuck me. He was thrusting deeply and I could feel him start to swell and his rhythm become jerky. I squeezed his shaft tightly delaying his cum. I took my mouth off his cock and then released my grip on him and his cock started to erupt. Thick white lines of sperm sprayed into my face, my eyes, my mouth and my hair. And still he came. My breasts were coated now and my neck. Slowly his spasms subsided and at last this huge cock started to soften.
The bed was a mess again, cum all over the sheets under my cunt, on the pillow under my hips and now the other pillows and the upper part of the bed was drenched in cum. What would the maids make of it - how many men would they think had produced this amount of sperm?
I managed to shoo him out. I looked in the mirror at my face coated with drying cum and the white streaks of cum in my hair. I looked so sluttish - I loved it! But time was short and I had to shower and change and be down on duty in just over half an hour - thank god for short hair.
As I shampooed the cum out of my hair and lathered my body I thought about the two times that I seem to have ovulated and the two men who had fucked me so well. I felt in my bones that I was going to be pregnant, that I would have twins. Each with a different father, one white and one black. Even if Brett was a pale coffee, how dark would my baby be? Would it be obvious that the baby had a black father or would everyone assume that his color was simply from my olive complexion and that the other baby had Steve’s pale complexion?
Soon I was heavily into working the room and there was no time to think further on this. The following day we split into two groups for separate workshops and another afternoon outing. I was in the other group to both Brett and Bob and could not see them till the following morning when everyone was leaving. Both came up to me and said how much they cared for me but hoped that we could keep our relationship to wonderful sex and not to get emotional about it. I could see they were feeling guilty and anxious. Especially Brett who knew that I hoped to get pregnant. I gave each a hug and reassured them that I wasn’t going to expect any emotional tangle, that I loved the sex and maybe we might have a repeat in the future. I told them that I had no intention of threatening their marriage or mine. Then suddenly the conference was finished and we were packing to the airport.
I arrived hope that evening to find that Steve had a bottle of champagne on ice and a special meal brought in. I told him all about the meeting - well not all -and all of the ways it would help me in the future. He told me that he missed me and was sorry that we did not have children, so that a part of me would be left behind when I went away. He was tearful saying that he supposed that our childlessness, despite not using contraception for years, was his fault. He confessed that he had never told me that he had had mumps as a teenager and had always worried that he might be infertile. I kissed his tears away and said, “My love, I am so regular ….. I always knew when to avoid making love so that I would not get pregnant. That is why I haven’t got pregnant yet. If I am going to have a baby, now would be the best time for me as far as work is concerned. At this I started stroking his cock. He was very hard in no time at all. Bigger that usual, though not in Bob’s league, let alone Brett. I slowly took his clothes off and pulled my skirt up and slipped my panties to one side a
nd sat on his hard spike of a cock. I rocked my pelvis gently at first and I looked into his teary face. “Susan, I do so want to get you pregnant.” I bent forwards and kissed him deeply and murmured, “I am sure that tomorrow I will be pregnant, I should be ovulating today” I then speeded up my rocking and started to slam down on his cock, until he groaned as I milked the sperm from his cock. By now I was really hungry and we sat in bed drinking the champagne and eating our special dinner of oysters and lobster.
Two weeks latter there was no sign of my period, I felt pregnant but waited one more week before doing a pregnancy test which was positive. A month latter I was having my first ultrasound. There was no doubt that it was twins. But who was the father, fathers?
It is now three months since my twins were born. The births were easier than I thought and within six hours I had delivered two health babies. One is a blond little girl and the other is a darker skinned boy. One might suspect his black father looking at him, but he is an even paler coffee that his father and his blond sister reassures everyone that he really couldn’t have a black father. I simply say that he has inherited my complexion and his sister Steve’s coloring. I was tempted to say maybe I had a colored ancestor somewhere in my family tree - but that might make them wonder more.
My new jobs is going really well and I have been told that I will be soon taking over and running a department within marketing. I am on track to become CEO in the next decade - they just don’t know it yet. Steve is deliriously happy, he wept when I told him that I was pregnant and when I had the twins. He cares so and is a diligent loving father. I am blessed - two wonderful children fathered by two wonderful, intelligent men and handsome men. My career and Steve’s money to support me as I climb in the company. Maybe in a year or to I will find a suitable time to have more babies. Every month since my pregnancy I have ovulated twice …… I will have to find two such desirable potential fathers again. This time it will be planned from the outset.
In the meantime, I have found a very well endowed black lover. We are very discrete and keep our relationship to sex. He in loves fucking small white women and I get off on his big black cock. He isn’t going to be one of the fathers of my next children as he is not over bright. I am going to want a clever and intelligent man who also has the sort of really big cock that I have come to love so much. Steve makes love to me much more often since he decided that he wasn’t infertile. He will never make me feel like Bob or Brett, but he is very loving and it is comforting to feel him wanting me. Maybe, I will still want to share what happens when I get pregnant again
What Are Neighbours For
She didn’t like Randy, her next door neighbour.
Randy was tall and slim, with a firm muscular body. She guessed him to be in his late twenties. He was handsome too; ruggedly handsome, with shoulder length dirty blond hair. He had never been unpleasant or unkind to her, in fact quite the opposite. He was kind and had been very helpful since she moved into her flat with her newborn baby. Sara had needed a man about the place, light bulbs to change; electrical plugs to fit; air conditioning to fix, Randy had been there for her while her husband was away in the UK.
She didn’t like him because she needed him, not for the jobs around the home, but because she needed a man. She yearned for her husband’s strong arms around her; his closeness in her bed to kiss and cuddle with; and above all his hard cock inside her. Sara was desperate for a man and she didn’t like Randy because she was afraid; afraid of being unfaithful to her husband with him.
Tonight the sink had blocked. She hadn’t got used to the Australian waste disposal systems yet and she had blocked her drainpipe up. She had knocked on his door and as usual he was ever ready to help her. Minutes later he appeared with his toolbox dressed in his usual apparel of tee-shirt and shorts. She gave him a cold beer and started to watch him as he diligently went to work; his firm hands gripping the tools; his muscular arms straining as he exerted strength; and his strong hairy legs holding his weight as he squatted at the sink. She dared not spend too much time looking at his buttocks; it would have been too much. Sara turned away and pretended to attend to her baby.
Randy had told her that he was single, although she had seen women coming out of his apartment on four or five separate occasions; he had also told her that he worked part time in a scuba diving store in town. As usual he made the work seem so easy and she stood chatting to him for a few minutes while he finished his beer. He knew about her circumstances of course; her move from England; her business venture; her temporary renting of the apartment until the purchase of their new home went through. Did he know that she wanted him; that she needed him? She hoped not!
As always she offered him money for helping her and as usual he also pushed her hand away. “I am a neighbour,” he told her, in his thick Australian accent. “Neighbours are there to look out for one another.”
“I wish there was something I could do for you,” she told him. “I feel so guilty about not giving you anything for all you have done for me.”
As he smiled she realised what she had said and how it could be misinterpreted. “I….I…didn’t mean it to sound…..”
He touched her hand. “I know what you mean!” he told her as he gazed into her eyes.
For a moment she stood there holding his gaze as his hand rested on hers. Then his eyes looked down at their hands. Her hand was trembling. “If there is anything else I can do for you just ask!” he said.
His eyes lifted to meet hers and she found herself looking away as she withdrew her hand. “But I would have to charge for that service!”
His words shocked her. “W…w…..what service is that?” she stammered.
He smiled. “You have obviously seen women coming from my apartment, married women!”
Sara’s face flushed as the realisation hit her. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he told her. “Married ladies with husbands either away or too busy….they have needs. They don’t want involvement or complications. I have the equipment and the experience, and, I need the money!”
Sara was stunned.
“I am sorry if I have embarrassed you but…” he said.
“N…no.…no I am fine. Just a bit shocked that’s all,” Sara replied.
He took her hand. “Don’t be,” he said as he looked her in the eyes again. “All I need is 24 hours notice if you need my services!”
She laughed nervously. “I am okay on that score,” she stated.
“No worries,” he replied with a smile. “But if you have any friends who might like some male company then it’s $100 for the hour, $300 for a morning or afternoon session, and $500 for the night.”
Sara turned her back on him. She knew that he was offering her his services. “Discretion goes without saying, of course,” he said as moved closer.
Sara could feel the heat of his body against her back. Her body was screaming for sex. She had gone four weeks and two days without the touch of a male hand against her skin; four weeks and two days without penetrating fingers inside her most intimate of places; four weeks and two days without the touch of a hot tongue pleasuring her; four weeks and two days without a hard cock thrusting inside her until orgasm; and four weeks and two days since falling asleep in male arms in the afterglow of love. Sara was desperate. Suddenly she felt his hand upon her hip and his groin against her. “I am free tomorrow tonight!” he said softly.
“And….and it’s $500?” she found herself saying as she felt his cock growing hard.
“$300 to you!”
“It would have to be here,” she told him.
“Wherever you want it and whatever you want,” he responded as he kissed her gently on the soft exposed flesh between neck and shoulder.
Sara shuddered at his touch. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “Tomorrow at 9:00pm.”
“My pleasure,” he said as he turned and walked away.
When she heard the door close she turned around. For a moment she thought about running after him
and telling him ‘no’. She felt so ashamed. She felt like a slut. “Paying a man to fuck you!” she said out loud, before going to the refrigerator to pour herself a large glass of wine. Two more glasses later she sloped off to bed to dream about Randy.
The note that she had written and intended to push under his door, cancelling the appointment, was still on top of the television set as she sat sipping her third glass of wine, waiting for his knock on the door. Three times that day she had gone to his door with the note and three times she had walked away. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this but she couldn’t bring herself to say no. After her third attempt at 7:00 pm that evening she went and showered and slipped into her new red lacy bra and matching thong. After putting on a pair of lacy top black stockings she gazed at herself in the bedroom mirror. “Yes you are a whore!” she whispered to herself. A few minutes later she slipped into a black dress and after one final brush of her long blond hair she poured herself another glass of wine and sat down to wait for him.
The knock on the door when it came startled her. She took a large gulp of wine followed by a deep breath and then let him in. She was surprised to see him dressed in a pair of slacks and a shirt. He kissed her lightly on the cheek and sat down as she poured him a glass of wine. After handed him his wine she went to the drawer and picked up the roll of notes and handed it to him. “$300 as agreed,” she told him as she sat down next to him.
He thanked her as he slipped the bundle into his pocket. “You are very beautiful,” he told her.
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