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A thunderstorm had caught me off guard while I was out in the open pushing my two children in a baby stroller, so I was glad to duck out of the heavy storm into the first doorway I could find. It was an old established art museum, but the sounds inside were surprisingly modern.

"Would you look at that fucking pencil dick," a young gravelly voice laughed out loud. I could tell from his street tones that he and his friends were all black and very male. "Shit, if I looked that small and sad, I wouldn't let no painter put it in no picture."

It was an exhibit of Nicolas Poussin's Renaissance oil painting of "Midas and Bacchus," painted on canvas in 1625, and on loan from the Pinakothek collection in Munich. And the lads were right. The guy in the painting did have a pencil dick.

"Nicolas Pissin--" one of the others said. "Yeah, that's about all that dick's good for is pissing."

"Little saint Nick and his little saint dick."

"No wonder all the other paintings have little robes and cloths dropped over their cocks," another young black man said. "They're too embarrassed to show what they got."

"More like what they ain't got."

More laughter.

"Looking at things like that you gotta wonder why there's so many white people."

"Oh that's easy," the gravelly voiced young man answered. "'Cause their women are so easy to find in the dark."

A long collective groan of snickers filled the air. I had just stepped around the corner, and I couldn't help myself. I laughed out loud. Naturally that garnered their attention.

"Whoa, hey mama! Did you think that was funny?" a smooth faced adolescent asked me.

"I'm only laughing because it's true," I replied. "My two men have no trouble finding me in the night. But I have to reach out and feel for them in the darkness."

"You got two men?"

I nodded. I stooped down and rolled back the mini-tarp that kept Darcie and Kane Michael's stroller covered up from the rain. The four young black men let their jaws drop at the sight of my children.

"Are both your men black like these two babies?"

"That's why my guys are so difficult for me to find in the dark," I added.

"Oh man, oh man, oh man!" All four of them crowded around the carriage to examine my two little mixed blood riders. I could see the wheels turning in four different heads as they looked down at the babies features and then looked up at mine.

"There's no way you'd ever have any difficulty finding me in the dark," the leader said. "Just follow the long handle."

The others laughed again.

Darcie smiled. Like both her mother, Shaleen, and I, Darcie loved the attention she got from men. But Kane was fussy from being out in the rain and wet. So I gently picked him up from the stroller and cradled him in my arms, while I helped Darcie to climb out as well. Once Darcie was out, I found a bench to sit down on and checked my son's diaper. Not too bad, really. But he shoved his fist into his mouth and I knew he wanted to be nursed.

Well, one thing for certain, I knew this particular crowd wouldn't mind at all if some white woman breast fed her biracial baby here inside the museum, and so I settled onto the bench, slipped my jacket open, and plopped out one milk engorged pale boob.

Four overgrown adolescent males were even more thrilled with that than my hungry little infant boy. But Kane Michael claimed first rights to my brownish pink nipple.

The group of them continued to ask me questions about my guys and my kids. I sketchily filled them in on my schedule and how my guys have to work nights.

"In fact I have to go home to wake them up pretty soon," I finished. "And one or both will be more than ready for a wake-up fuck."

Again a long impressive moan from the crowd issued forth.

"Do you all sleep in the same bed?" the smooth faced one asked.

I smiled and nodded. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

I could tell that they wanted to ask me for my number so that they might have the opportunity to fuck some forty year old white woman as well, but I wasn't quite in the mood for such games at the moment.

Finally the storm stopped, and I rounded up my wandering granddaughter, put both her and Kane back into the stroller and started to leave.

"Wait!" the gravelly voiced young man shouted. "Take this."

He handed me a piece of museum note paper with a phone number and a name written on it. I smiled. First I folded the paper in half and stuffed it down into my nursing bra. Then I put my hand out to his cheek and brought my lips close to kiss him. His other buddies began a chorus of "Oooo's" as my lips touched his.

"Someday I'll call," I whispered.

I think by the darkening of his skin, that he actually blushed more than I did.

"Really?"

I nodded. "Really."

*

Part Two: Five In One Bedroom.

Now, my bedroom is crowded. Very crowded.

There is the big crib on one side which holds my granddaughter, Darcie, and the smaller cradle in the corner where my son, Kane Michael sleeps. Desmond Emmons, both children's father, is most frequently found on the left edge of the king sized bed in the middle of the room, while is best friend, R.J. Tolliver is found on the right side.

That leaves the middle of the big bed for me to sleep or to try to sleep.

Often I have been awakened to two softly snoring men pushing against me in the middle of the morning and three or four hands clutching at various body parts while I try to sleep. And of course I've encountered two "morning erections" at full attention. I've never had so much affection and loving attention in my entire life as I do these days.

My neighborhood friends have pretty much stopped speaking to me, but I honestly don't miss them very much. Apparently a forty year old white woman has no business letting two black ex-convicts--one thirty-one and the other twenty-four live inside her home in a decent neighborhood like ours used to be.

"God only knows what those people do in that house."

Yeah, they might sleep five people in one bedroom.

Now the fact is that my guys are both young, vigorous, and horny enough to engage in daily fucking marathons even if they weren't hellbent for a race to see who gets me up-the-spout again. That's Brit slang for pregnant. So far--well they're content to keep trying.

Des takes his daughter Darcie to visit her mother, Shaleen, on visiting days at the correctional facility. My daughter is doing a minimum of four years for a mandatory drug sentence. That's the reason I got custody of her daughter, Darcie, in the first place. That's also the reason Darcie's father came to see her at my place. Circumstances lead to my allowing Des to cum inside of me, and that's a big part of the reason Des never left my home.

Shaleen still resents me having Des's baby. She thinks I betrayed her and Darcie, but my granddaughter loves her little baby brother, Kane Michael.

"Christ, mother!" she screamed at me over the phone. "How could you do this? How can he be Darcie's half-brother and my half-brother as well? That's just sick!"

But lately, she and Des have put their relationship on the mend. She really won't have any place else to go when she finally gets out, but here to our home. I think she just wants to vent about what how she feels about what happened between the man who fathered her baby and her own mother's baby as well.

I spend a lot of time with R.J. when I can. He and Des are surprisingly loving--even gentle lovers when they want to be--and I reciprocate in as many ways as I can.

Like I said before, a day doesn't go by where I don't fuck one, the other, or both. Now with the race to make a new baby going full out, I find myself with my panties removed or pushed aside and a long thick black cock driving in and out like an old piston engine several times a day. Needless to say, I've enjoyed a lot of raw sperm over the past weeks. I imagine there's a long queue of sperm cells lined up for a chance to fulfill their mission inside a forty year old white lady's womb.

It can't last forever. One day I'll wake up and find that I've missed a period and that my breasts are tender, or maybe I'll feel a bit queasy.

My days have been flying by in a daze.

Yesterday, I came home from work tired and sweaty and not looking forward to cooking and taking care of two children let alone two hungry black lovers, but Des smiled and told me that Kane was fast asleep and he had Darcie under control for the moment; so, why didn't I go upstairs to shower. I couldn't argue with logic like that.

I stripped down to shower and turned the water on to adjust the heat. A hand softly nudged my ass and a warm low voice murmured behind me.

"Lord, what a beautiful sight to see," R.J. said, as he bent down to kiss the cheek of my ass. "I can't tell you how thankful I am that you're such a huge part of my life."

"I think you saw me at my 'hugest!'" I said laughing. "Just before Kane was born."

"He was a big boy," R.J. turned me around to face him. He too was naked with his flagpole rising to full staff as he brought me close against him. "But you were the important one."

"Toll, stop! I need to shower."

"I want to scrub your back."

"Oh, for God's sake, okay," I sighed. "Come on in."

"Believe me I intend to do just that." He smiled.

He washed my back, breasts, arms, shoulders, and more with the same intensity that he would later use to caress my skin or to finger my pussy. We were all soap and fragrance, all touch and shivers, all kisses and sharing.

I dropped to my knees and put my hands and then my lips on his cock during our shower, but he stopped me after about five minutes of some very hard and continuous oral sex. We threw a couple of soft bath towels onto the bathroom floor, and R.J. took me right there. I couldn't help myself anymore. He was just so amazing.

"I'd like to have a daughter," he whispered. "Will you do that for me?"

"Tolliver, stop!" I don't think I sounded very convincing.

"She should look just like you. Soft and luscious--"

I don't think he was sure just how I'd respond to his statement. But I squirmed under him and moaned. As it turned out, Toll climaxed immediately--Bang! Just like that, and the strangest thing happened.

My body usually relaxes and allows the flowback to dribble out afterwards. This time there was a little ripple of the tiny muscles on my left side and my body tugged and pulled everything to that side. I figured it was just nerves, until I realized that I'd hardly lost one iota of R.J.'s semen over the last few minutes. Whew! I've had that happen to me before. It often signaled a major, major change with me. But I couldn't tell him that.

Who was I kidding? I knew in my heart of hearts that R.J. had suddenly done what both my guys had been trying to do for weeks, and in a couple of weeks I'd have to go buy one of those home pregnancy tests.

Just the thought of being made pregnant by R.J. caused me to climax under him. A huge shuddering climax!

I think something deep inside both of us knew what had happened.

He raised his head up and smiled at me. "If I'd known that was all it took, I'd have taken you on the lav floor a long, long time ago."

*

Part Three: Nothing Between Us.

There was nothing between us.

That's something I might've tried to say to Jarrad's mother or to either of my two guys Des and R.J.: "There isn't anything between us."

But that wouldn't be what I meant.

There was nothing between Jarrad and me, as in the two of us were about to have unprotected sex.

I suppose it's pretty much a kink of mine. I haven't asked for protection during sexual intercourse for close to two years now. I've been lucky. I've gone disease free so far, and I've been able to get pregnant only when I want to be pregnant--which is just about any time I think about it--so, yes, I've been lucky.

I discovered that the gravelly voiced young man who gave me his number in the art museum and called himself Jarrad is actually named Jawad--a name given to him by his Pakistani mother. She too has something in common with me as a moderately dark skinned Moslem woman from Pakistan, she conceived her baby boy some nineteen years ago with a Christian lover--an older African man--a very Black Sudanese man who was a dear old friend of her family.

Yes, after thinking about him for weeks, I'd called this young man to ask him if he remembered me. Jarrad said he remembered me quite well. I asked him if he wanted to meet--just the two of us, only the two of us, no mates and no kids, and he said he very much wanted to meet with me--and so we met.

He's such a beautiful blend of colors--deep brown skin and yet a violet tinge to the color of his eyes?that I knew right away I couldn't just leave him alone.

I mean, I couldn't just go on with my life without knowing more about him--a lot more. We walked about and talked softly to each other as if I were his teacher or some matronly authority figure in his life instead of some crazy lady who wanted to fuck him.

He told me all about his mother--how she had him when she was only fifteen back in Karachi. I wanted him badly. But, I could tell by the way he spoke to me that his mother was my age or, God forbid, younger than me. That's all my ego needed was Jawad's mother accusing me of being a cradle snatcher.

Anyway, it was this young man, Jawad, who I'd allowed such privileged time playing with my cunt as we hid under the corner stairwell off the causeway of an old, old office building. He'd hiked my skirt up to discover that I'd worn no knickers--no underwear at all. So I was extremely vulnerable to a black finger plying right up between my labs--that's Brit slang for pussy lips by the way.

I was being fingered by a young man I didn't really know.

Not that it mattered. When I'd been married all those years back, I'd had my one white husband/lover like any good girl from my generation. Now as I looked at the "boy" next to me, I knew his would be the fourth black dick I'd let inside my white pussy in less than two years. I also knew we'd fuck more than once, and, of course, we'd probably fuck unprotected.

We dropped to the floor under that stairwell. Jarrad pushed his pants down and exposed a hell of a black stonker--street talk for an impressive looking large erection.

"Ohhh...God!" Jarrad murmured as his big black cock sunk slowly into my own open loins. "God is good! Allah Akbar as me mum's family would say. I can't believe me fuck buddy's a grandmother."

"Hey," I chided him. "None o' that." I think I was most angry about the fact that he was telling the truth. Were we just "fuck buddies"--all sex and no commitment. "You don't talk like that to the woman who's letting you slip into her body."

"Sorry, Thea." Then he grunted in excitement.

"Apology accepted." Christ, did he feel good. We had fantastic chemistry going on, I thought. Shit, even I couldn't believe my fuck buddy was probably as young as my daughter.

Stop that! No more thinking like that. No more...just enjoy. Just enjoy, I told my self Just enj--

I came. I writhed in a long shuddering orgasm, moaning softly in his ear, washing his cock with the soaking lotions of my vagina while I came all over his erected black stonker.

Then Jawad ejaculated. Cumming like crazy, my young man started to spray me inside like the spigot of a naturally strong faucet turned on full. God, did he ever cum.

"Christ," I said. "Bet you think I'm some kind o' spunk bucket."

"Not at all," he whispered. I think you're nothing short of wonderful. A man could easily fall in love with a woman like you. Your blokes are damn lucky."

I could sense his semen flowing out through my labs. "They're not the only ones who are lucky," I replied. "Some young grannies have gotten lucky too."

"Shh," he said grinning. "No need to use that word. You're only as old as you feel. And from my point of view, Thea, you feel like heaven."

"How old is heaven?" I asked grinning back.

"Mmmm? Just about your age, I'd wager."

What a lovely liar. Lovely, loving liar.

"Hey," he whispered. "Can we do this again?"

"Oh, yes," I purred into his ear. "Any time."

"You mean like right now?"

I could feel Jawad getting hard inside my cunt once again, and I grinned. "Why not?"

How old is heaven? Maybe the real question is how young is heaven.

A Twenty-One Cock Salute

All right, so I really didn't receive a twenty-one cock salute that Friday, but I thought I came pretty damn close by the time my day had finished.

Let's start with my wake up call at around six in the morning. First, both my guys dragged home from work around this time. They were pretty fagged out from a tough night of lifting and hefting heavy steel components needed to build a new assembly machine in the main engineering factory.

A very tired Des fell asleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow. But a rather sweaty R.J. touched me on the cheek, put his finger to his mouth to tell me to keep quiet, and then led me quietly downstairs where we landed on the sofa.

"Take your gown off, Thea," he ordered. Then he proceeded to undress in record time himself.

I sighed that I was pretty dry what with the possible changes which might be going through my body at the moment, but R.J. just smiled. Like a magician doing a coin trick, he produced a small tube of lubricant.

"Let's try this," he whispered.

I watched as R.J. took hold of the small tube of water based jelly and slowly squeezed out a large glob of clear gel onto the tips of his black fingers. Then those dark fingers dropped out of sight hidden by the flesh of my thighs. Suddenly, the shocking cold lubricant oozed a chilling trail across the delicate tissue of my swelling labial lips. Cold! Oh, but very wickedly exciting. Seconds later his wet, emboldened fingers slipped gently between the opening of my loins so that he could smear my inner tissues with the cool wet gelatin.

Now that was coldly delicious. I purred a small throaty moan.

"Tell me something," he murmured as he continued to take his time fingering my pussy with those marvelous caresses. "Do you really think you might be pregnant?"

"Mmm-hmm," I answered, nodding my head. "Probably."

"Really? Do you think the baby's mine?"

"Could very well be," I said. "You certainly shot enough of your busy boys into my body to make a strong run at fathering this child."

Speaking of fathering, R.J. followed up his sticky lubricated fingers with a large, thick naked substitute located right at his midsection. "But, do you think she's mine?"

"How do you know she's a she?" I grinned as his long, hard, masculine presence graced my loins totally bareback.

"If she's mine, she's a she."

"No other possibilities?"

"Well, not tonight." Then, after just moments, R.J. Tolliver grunted and came. Hard--very hard.

I exhaled a soft sob into his ear. "You were certainly ready."

"I've thought about you all night."

"I can tell." I could feel the wetness packed like so much lotion flowing inward and seeping outward from my stretched cunt. What a fabulous moment, I thought selfishly. What a fabulous--

Then softly my body came under Toll's. Whew, was that lovely! And messy. Funny how sex means absolutely nothing when it's just clean and contained. For me, I needed to experience the sticky thrill of semen pumping into my unprotected vagina for my own enjoyment to flow fully. Yeah, that's my little kink, I guess.

I put R.J. to bed, and he dropped off next to my other sleeping beauty, Desmond. I showered and packed up the children to get them out of the house for a while. Both Darcie and Kane were in pretty good moods as we strolled down toward the business district.

I couldn't believe it, a familiar figure stepped out in front of me. A handsomely dark young man entered the street as I approached the commercial district. I called out to him........
"Jarrad!" I nearly said Jawad, but I fought back the urge.

"Thea?" He smiled at me. Beautiful white teeth framed by wide kissable lips. "What are you doing out around town so early?"

I shrugged. "I wanted to take my kids for a stroll."

He walked right up to me, leaned down and brashly gave me a quick kiss. "So this is the grandma who should've been the love of my life."

"Shush, you." I think I blushed. "Are you on your way to class?"

"Got two hours yet," he said. "You headed any place special?"

I shrugged. "I'll have to feed these two eventually. Want to have breakfast?"

"Not really," he replied. Then he paused for a few seconds. "Want to fuck instead?"

I started to say, you're not serious. But I didn't. Even with all my experience with black men, I looked up into his dark violet eyes and saw a hunger in them that I easily recognized.

"If you'd like," I whispered. "Sure."

Jawad, my half-black half-Pakistani teenager, took me to an upstairs flat about a block away.

"Nobody's home but my friend, Arthur," Jawad said. "And he's got to go to class in fifteen minutes. That should give us plenty of time."

Arthur too was a mixture of black, Indian or Pakistani and probably a little European, as well. He was slightly lighter skinned than Jawad, but still rather exotic looking. This new young man couldn't take his eyes off of me. Was it my age or my skin color? Maybe it was just that I was female, and Arthur knew that Jawad and I had been fuck buddies. I shouldn't be surprised that a youngster would brag to his best friend about a sexual conquest. Anyway from the way Arthur stared at me, I knew he realized that something was up between Jawad and me.

A curious thing, though. I'd never met Arthur before, yet I felt as if I'd seen him somewhere. No, not with the art museum crowd, but where I wasn't certain.

Once Arthur left for class, Jawad and I stripped down to our basic nakedness. Then we carefully conjoined our bodies. A naked man--bare and black. A naked woman--bare and white. We came together naked and we came together barebacked.

I don't know whether Jawad sensed all that recent raw sperm clinging to the sheath of my pussy, but he had to know that I'd been fucked earlier that morning.

It didn't matter. Jawad moved over me and inside of me like a male animal possessed. He inhaled in short gasps and pants, and I could tell that his body had taken a route totally out of control.

"Ohh, Thea," he moaned. I caught a flurry of motion off toward the wall, and I saw Jawad's friend, Arthur, watching my young dark lover top me. I wasn't sure whether Jawad knew he was there or not. It didn't seem to matter as Jawad continued to pump away, filling my loins with big black beef until the youngster made a noise deep inside his own body like a small motor burning out.

For the second time that morning, a younger black man ejaculated a full load of living sperm into my open pussy. I didn't cum under him, but I held him close and whispered loving words into his ear about how wonderful he felt and how his prowess for penetrating a woman was sensational.

Jawad tried to catch his breath, and then said someday he wanted me to have his baby.

"What is it about my men?" I laughed and held him close. "We'll see, all right?"

My children were getting fussy and I told him we needed to get dressed so we could all have breakfast.

Jawad told me that he didn't have time for breakfast, but he'd walk me and the babies to the cafe down the street. What a walk that was. Forget the people who stared at the two of us pushing two obviously half black babies down the street, I couldn't believe the amount of seepage and flowback dripping into my panties as I walked alongside of him.

Once we arrived, Jawad kissed me good-bye. I ordered for he three of us and got the babies situated in high chairs while I waited for the food.

A few minutes after Jawad disappeared, Arthur slipped into the cafe. He walked up to my table and sat down with me.

"I didn't know it was you, Jarrad was talking about."

"Well," I replied. "I guess that makes two of us."

He smiled. "More than two of us. There's somebody who'd love to see you again, Thea. Really love to see you."

I shook my head. "Arthur, I wish I knew what you were talking about."

"You'll know soon enough. He's right outside."

"Who's outside?"

I saw a rugged face peeking through the window. He was a very startling, very strong looking young man, and obviously quite self-confident.

"Malcom?" I whispered. Of course, who else could it be? A small ache swished up inside, playing the back of my abdomen and stopping just behind my belly-button.

Malcom always seemed to find me when I was already pregnant. What the hell did I mean by that? I wondered why that thought leaped into my head as I watched him walk through the door and approach my table.

Darcie looked at Malcom. I think something in her little brain recognized him and associated him with the previous holiday season. I sure as hell remembered sharing intimate gifts with him on the busiest shopping day of the year.

He bent down and gave me a sweet little kiss.

"So, Thea," he announced for everyone in the place to hear. "I finally have a real name to hang on the finest piece of ass I ever had."

I must have made a face. "Malcom, stop!"

I know the other customers in the place must have heard him. Even my waitress frowned, and I'd been friends with her since Darcie was barely a month old.

"Did you already order? Arthur and me are picking up the tab," he said.

"Me?" Arthur whined.

"That won't be necessary," I said.

"Yes, it is." Malcom took Arthur by the shoulder. "You'll thank me for this later, bro."

Arthur and Malcom shared a look that I couldn't see--but I could sure as hell guess.

Damn! Now I remembered distinctly. Arthur was one of the faces that day at mall--that busiest shopping day of the year so they say. This morning was the second time that Arthur stood by and watched while a forceful young man probed my cunt with a thick black dick.

I looked back at him and murmured his name. "Arthur!"

He knew that I knew, and he nodded.

"Once we get the kids fed, I want you to go back to Arthur's place with me--with us," Malcom added. "Will you do that for us?"

I gulped down a big swallow of my morning tea. "Why is it you always catch me too late?" I said blushing.

"What does that mean?"

"I'll tell you later," I replied. "In bed."

Malcom nodded at his lighter skinned companion. "Arthur too?"

I looked up at Arthur, and then at Malcom.

"All right," I said. "Arthur too."

"Good." Mal relaxed enough to let out a long exhale. He'd been holding his breath over the last few moments. Then he turned to Arthur. "See? I told you."

So sure of himself. So damn cock-sure!

I have to tell you I've seen this dramatic sight at home with my own two boys, but it never fails to take my breath away whenever I see it. Two straining black erections swinging freely from two well developed masculine bodies is like a woman's fantasy come true.

Even a grandmother with new streaks of gray threading through her hair can become like a little girl indulging in long thick full fantasies when the timing is right. And I was just that--a little girl, forty years of age, dragging along two babies in a double pram--and quite likely carrying another baby in the womb. Of course, the only thing that mattered to me at the moment was the sight of those two young eager black male erections.

I understood on a primal level that they both wanted me. Each young man looked forward to entering my open unprotected cunt.

"What did you mean I was too late?" Malcom asked me, once I could no longer see his dick standing in the room. Who was I kidding? I knew exactly where his cock was hiding from my sight.

The last time I'd had Malcom, I was very, very pregnant. I told him circumstances made all things equal this time as well.

He mumbled, "Don't worry. I'm a good sport. We can try later."

Uh-oh. What was it about the men in my life and babies? Lathering himself up in the wet and frothy confines of my pussy, Mal took his time sliding in and out--playing me like some sort of mellow old instrument and finally contributing a pint of enthusiastic lubrication of his own to the sticky messes I'd taken thus far that morning.

I nearly came hard myself. I gripped his butt and moved under him, even after he stopped moving.

Arthur took over immediately. He was inexperienced. Not exactly a virgin, just not very tutored in how to handle a woman. Both excited and clumsy, Arthur climaxed quite quickly. However, his role as my interim dick brought me to a soft giddy climax under him.

Malcom's cock sprang back to full strengthed desire as he watched us intently.

Malcom was back atop me and probed my slick, gaping loins just as soon as Arthur dismounted. This time it was several long minutes before he came. My body followed his. I really enjoyed him, this time. My babies had both gotten fussy by this time. I got up to walk over to the stroller and I picked Kane Michael up, while I asked Arthur to help Darcie out onto the floor so she could crawl around.

As I encouraged Kane Michael to latch onto the nipple of my breast, I saw both young men staring intently at the nude forty year old woman nursing a baby who was only half white. Could this be the reason that so many of them brought the topic of conversation around to making babies? Or was that just an excuse to enjoy a good fucking?

It was time to go back home. I changed Darcie and Kane one at a time, and with Arthur and Mal's help, I got them back into their double pram and headed for home.

That Friday morning was pretty incredible, I thought. I needed another shower and quite frankly, some peace and quiet by the time I got my children home and down for a nap. I would get only my shower.

Des woke up and came into the bath as I was drying off.

"Honey," he said. "Is it true that you're pregnant again?"

I looked at him for a moment, and then I looked down at the floor and nodded.

"I think that's great!"

I smiled and looked back up at him. "I'm glad. I hope you feel the same way when I'm all blown up like a stuffed turkey."

"Are you kidding," he said. "I love stuffed turkey."

He grabbed his toothbrush and some mouth wash. I dried off as he brushed his teeth. Suddenly, I dropped to my knees and took hold of his cock.

"I should be the one brushing my teeth," I said. Immediately I took his long black dick in my mouth and started sucking him. I didn't try to say anything for a while, and then I couldn't say anything because I had a mouth full of cum.

But Desmond never stopped talking. Granted most of his words sounded like: "Oh, Jesus," "Oh, God," or finally a long drawn out "fffuuuhhckkk." But he also said other things. Things like, "Tolliver is going to be ecstatic that you're pregnant."

That was something I already knew.

"So will Titus and Walter," he slurred after he came in my mouth.

I swallowed a few times to get his semen down.

"Who?"

"Titus and Walter," he repeated. "You'll meet them tonight."

"And why will they be glad that I'm already pregnant?"

"They're coming over to see you tonight," he replied. "It's very important."

"Why is it important?"

"You'll have to trust us," Des replied. "It just is."

I was chagrined. "That's not a very good answer."

"Well, it's the only one you're going to get for the moment. In the bedroom with you," he demanded. "This isn't over yet."

No it wasn't. No matter how many times I brought up Titus and Walter, Des would dodge the question. For a few seconds I thought about dodging Desmond's dick, but I couldn't...or rather I wouldn't. I remembered how wonderful it was going through the motions of getting pregnant, and I certainly enjoyed repeating the process.

Later that day, after I took both the babies over to Des's mother's place, I started to walk into the dining room downstairs. But I stopped when I overheard new voices speaking.

"I can't get over her, mate," a voice said. "She's so fuckin' sexy for her age."

Hey! I thought. What do you mean for my age!

"Yeah," the other said. "She's perfect."

"How did you meet her again?"

"Des did all the work," R.J. answered. "Once Thea got a taste of black cock, she stuck with it as much as it stuck with her."

They laughed. "Shit!"

"Seriously," R.J. continued. "She loves having both of us around. Hell, she even has cock on the side which she thinks we don't know about."

Damn! They know?

"As long as the baby belongs to one of us, it's okay," Des replied.

I blushed. I knew right there and then that I'd have four cocks that Friday night. And since there were four men involved, I knew that each man would feel the age old yearn to perform more than once. Such a male competition goes back to the primal urge of all males involved in the mating.

The fact that there's only one female involved meant that she was the ultimate prize for the night.

I was never one for the sandwiching of bodies, although I'll be the first to admit I wasn't really used to it. It's just that Des and R.J. enjoyed having one sucked at one end while the other indulged in a little pussy action at the other.

These two men were different--very different! I had my very first triple penetration. We started with me sitting on Walter's dick and letting Titus feed his cock slowly into my ass, while Des stood in front of me. Since he was there anyway, I sucked him off. Later, when I got a mouth full of Des's cum, R.J. took his place.

That night I had Des, R.J., Titus, and Walter in my mouth, in my ass, and in my pussy. Once Titus spewed semen all over my tits, as Des and Walter carefully balanced my body so that Des pushed into my ass from underneath, while Walter took me from the top forcing his way into my pussy.

I thought I would loose my balance and fall, but they kept me perfectly balanced and as both dicks moved inside of me, I learned the sensational excitement of having two penetrations at once. Well, three actually, if you include the oral.

I was a mess by the time things ended [it had to be three or four hours of non-stop fucking]. I had sperm in my hair and on my face and ears, and my loins were bright red from the constant chafing. I don't think I could take another dick inside me for two weeks.

But it didn't matter. For the moment, they were all worn out too. There was only one problem.

"So you're gonna have another baby at forty," Titus murmured.

I nodded. "It certainly looks that way."

"Too bad it couldn't have been mine," he replied with a big smile. "Maybe next time."

Oh, my God! Not another one!

*

Part Four: The Conversation.

Nude, I got out of bed, revelling in the fact that the dark-skinned, strongly built naked young man next to me still admired my body. Happily, Tolliver still saw curves and feminine sensuality where I saw sags and wrinkles.

I tried to ignore the imploring look in his eyes, as I wiped myself down. As usual, he'd dumped a thick load of semen into the inner folds of my cunt. I sighed and wiped myself as well as I could. But cum kept oozing out of my pussy with each new wipe.

I looked at the clock. "Damn, it's time."

Dressing quickly with ease born of long practice in the hurriedness of the morning, I readied myself for work. How many times had we made love when one or the other man had come home, only to have me rush off to the bank in the morning?

He rolled over quickly, reaching for me, as I sat cross legged, one stocking half drawn on. But, friskily, I skipped up and out of reach. Laughing, I sat down on the far side of the bed to finish dressing.

He lay and watched me with a concentration I'd noticed before--even when supposedly satiated with sex, most men were never quite satisfied. Especially young, black men. As soon as I began the process of dressing, he acted as if the mystery was there again--just waiting to be revealed.

"Will you come home at noon?" R.J. asked.

"I don't have time at noon," I said. "Besides, you'll be asleep."

"I'd wake up for you."

I reached over and touched his thigh right next to his semi-inflated dick. "Don't I know it."

"I-I'm sorry about what Des did with Titus and Walter," he murmured. "At least he waited a little while. We needed to be sure of your pregnancy first."

"I thought you were the man who was comfortable with all this communal sharing," I replied with a grin.

The conversation paused while I continued to dress.

"I talked to Des about Shaleen," he said. "He's not as keen about sharing her as he is about sharing you."

I stopped. "What?"

"I don't know exactly why we did it, but I'm not so keen on sharing you, either."

"Y-you're not?" I looked him straight in his warm brown eyes. "But, R.J., I don't quite know how to say this--I-I don't mind."

"You don't mind?"

I smiled and brought my face in very close to his. "For thirteen years I had the dutiful wife's sex life made up of celebrating birthdays, anniversaries, and an occasional drunken weekend with sex," I began. "Then, for over five years, I had no sex life at all. Now, as a forty year old broad, I am enjoying the absolute best sex of my life--unprotected, by the way, and I wouldn't give it up for anything."

"Really?"

"And best of all, I'm going to give Darcie and Kane Michael another baby brother or sister to play with," I told him quietly. "Sure, this pregnancy will take a lot out of an old broad like me, but right now I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world."

Again there was a pause.

Twenty One Cuck - Salute.

I grinned. "R.J., I'm just a slut for black cock. It's buried deep in my nature. Titus and Walter are welcome back again. I may still have a boy or two on the side--who knows? And Des is Des. I suspect that when Shaleen gets out of prison, she'll slide into the same sort of lifestyle, too."

"In spite of Des's objections?"

"She is her mother's daughter," I said. "And she certainly has a mind of her own. But don't upset Des with all this now."

I finished by putting my shoes back on. "Be awake by five-thirty this afternoon and we can try this again."

"But the kids will be awake," he sighed.

"Then we'll just have to take our pleasure where we can find it," I said, kissing him again. "Be creative."

"I have been creative," he replied. "It's my baby, you know."

I kissed him again, a bit slower, a bit sweeter. "I know she is."

"She?"

I nodded. "Mm-hmm. You'll just have to take my word for it."

"That does it," he said. "Five-thirty fuck! It's a date."

I smiled. "Yes, it is."