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(MF, rom, inc, preg) *** Naked, young Benjamin Dryor strolled back into the bedroom from the tiny bathroom of his efficiency apartment. Although he could have easily grabbed a washcloth to clean up after himself, he didn't. He decided to enjoy the wetness and the pungent odor of clover and vinegar, of green tea and yeast which clung to his saturated penis after love making. The cool, breezy feeling blowing across his cock encouraged him to savor the moist sticky sensation following a wonderfully juicy fuck. There on top of the bedclothes laid a naked older white woman, still panting from sexual exertion and rolled up in a loose ball suggesting the fetal position. As he sat down on the edge of the bed, he let his hand rub against her hip. His companion only curled up tighter. Ben smiled at the irony. She'd borne six children in her lifetime, but here she was curled up in the fetal position because of an intense hour long fuck with someone less than half her age. Grinning, Ben felt pretty smug at the moment. Now that he'd had the opportunity to bed her in his own place, Benjamin felt as if in some way he'd continued a family tradition of sorts, especially since his own African American father sported the first black dick this woman had ever consented to take into her Caucasian pussy. She'd even conceived a child by his dad. Their affair lasted for seven months right up until his dad died in a skin diving accident. Over the last day or so, Benjamin had taken a particularly important heirloom from his patrimonial legacy--he'd fucked his father's bleached blond mistress. Ulyssa was a big woman in her early forties. Although Ben didn't consider her fat exactly, his blond companion displayed not only the weight of her maturity, but the vanity of her years. Ben had known Lyssa for a very long time. He'd been aware that she colored her hair; still, he couldn't begin to say how exciting it had been to learn the truth of her natural coloring the way he did. She'd allowed his eyes and fingers to discover that her hair was not naturally blond, and his dick soon discovered that her pubic hair color didn't matter in the least once he'd probed beyond it. "Hey," Benjamin whispered slowly slipping his fingers down the back of her thighs where the slippery flow back of their combined juices still bubbled and seeped. "Are you okay?" "Umm-hmm, yeah," she answered. "I'm fine. Just tired. Really tired." Looking for any excuse to touch her pale, warm feminine flesh again, Ben reached over to caress her. "Want me to rub your back?" "Mmmm. Now that would be heavenly, thanks," Ulyssa answered. Ben smiled. "I've already had my small share of heaven tonight," he murmured. Slowly, carefully, he began massaging the muscles in her back. "Thank you." Ulyssa sighed and relaxed under his ministrations. "You're welcome, honey. I'm glad you enjoyed it." "Enjoyed it? Whew!" Even though he wasn't as dark skinned as his father had been, his own skin, the color of warm umber, contrasted with the moonlit pale skin of her body. As Ben pressed forward in a full back rub, he brought his hands, arms, shoulders and chest down close to her and, taking a big emotional chance, he whispered in her ear. "I think I finally understand why you've had so many lovers." "What?" She stretched, flipped over on her back, and looked back at her young companion. "What kind of thing is that to say to the woman who just let you make love to her?" "It's just that I think you're addictive." Ben dropped his hand to rest it on her pussy. "Down here. It all feels so--so damn good." In his mind, Benjamin wallowed freely within her again, his dick obsessively craved the totality of her loins. His cock had wanted to remain buried deep in the confines of her warm loving vagina--so what if this was the pussy that so many men, including his father, had used for their pleasure; at least, now, Ben understood the lure and the joy of it. Yeah, some folks might think this is wrong, he thought. But, out loud, he murmured. "I've never found anything to compare with this feeling. It's like the human form of heroin." Ulyssa snickered. "Only to young heterosexual men." "Lucky for me that I fall into that category." Ben slid his hand possessively along her vulvae lips. Lyssa had a surprisingly thin matte of fine brown hair growing out from the last time she'd depilated her pubic mound. His fingers lightly traced along some of the patterns in her pubic hair. She reached up to place her hand gently upon his cheek. "Lucky for me somebody else fell into that category too." She dropped her hand down close to where his own hand had been resting, and dipped her fingers into the crevice between her legs. "You leave lots of natural wetness behind, as well. You're so much like your father," She paused. "Very, very wet--probably very, very potent." Ben shivered. Never in his life had he expected to be compared to that man in a moment such as this. "D-do you really think so?" "Of course, I do," she murmured. Reaching down, she took hold of his slowly thickening erection. "Just like him." Ben shuddered under her tender touch--a combination of both delight and confusion. Then his pale skinned lover let go of his dick, and reached across his lap to grab a pack of cigarettes from his night stand. He sighed audibly. "Listen, sweetheart," she murmured. "Would you mind so very much if I had a cigarette? I know this is your place and all, and I don't want to stink it up, but would it be okay to have just one?" Ben knew Ulyssa's husband didn't allow her to smoke at home. They had four children at home, two of them barely toddling. Lately he'd found that the tobacco odor which clung to her breath and to the pours of her skin was oddly enough a part of their collusion to experience intimacy. Yet, he was pleased that she asked first. He smiled and nodded. Taking on the role of a gentleman, he struck flame to a kitchen match which he'd bought for that very purpose, and then Ben held it to the end of her cigarette. She inhaled, and in two puffs, Lyssa filled the small bedroom with the wafting odor of acrid tobacco. He watched her breasts heave and her ribs swell as she breathed the thick smoke in and held it. She exhaled a strong gray stream of cloudy smoke which quickly spread out through his tiny studio apartment. Benjamin wrinkled his nose. "I always compared that first cigarette of the day with sex," she told him. "Your lungs fight against the smoke. Your body's starved, fighting for oxygen. The feeling rips through your mind with that same lack of control that grips you during an orgasm." "I think I like the orgasm idea better." Lyssa laughed. "Hey," she murmured, taking a quick drag. "Kiss me." "Now that's mean," Benjamin said, watching her finish that puff. After he'd tasted the ashen smoke that permeated her saliva, he made another face as their lips parted. As it was, the older woman managed to finish only about a third of her cigarette, when she smashed the butt out in a little ashtray. Lyssa laughed softly. "Want to see how easily you can slide into all this wetness again?" Her young lover smiled. "Do I?" Quickly Ben clambered up onto his mature white partner. "Absolutely!" Lyssa didn't have to say another word. She opened her knees and thighs so that he could balance himself over her torso, and then she reached down to grasp the tip of his penis firmly with her hand. Carefully rubbing the business end of his shaft directly into the moist opening at the base of her abdomen, she urged him into place until he confidently thrust his penis all the way forward--all the way in. "There," she sighed. "Now you're exactly where we need you to be." Ben moaned as he felt the length of his erection slide forward to burrow straight into the warmth of his partner's underbelly. He was sinking warmly, luxuriously into his lover's spreading labial lips. Some of his friends always bragged about how tight a woman should be, but right now, he could care less about such trivialities. Pushing his cock inward, he found himself looking directly into the beautiful face of his partner--the happy, familiar face he'd known for many years. Ben wanted to blush, and, yet, he wanted to boast at the same time. He suspected that Ulyssa wasn't getting certain needs met at home, and with just a bit of encouragement on his part, she'd turned to him. "Awwwe-some!" Ben gasped as he pushed inward. "You feel so...so perfect--I can't describe it." "I'm glad you like it, baby." "Mmm-hmm," Ben whimpered, as she helped him re- established that perfect, primal two-two rhythm which has worked so well for mankind since well before recorded history. He was inside the warm, wet cunt of a woman he'd known all his life. Ben knew which of the men in her life had planted their seed inside of her, he seen her body blown up by that strange powerful juju magic of pregnancy, and he'd been around to see most of her babies born. She'd had a lot of children, Ben thought, but she never made a foolish claim of virgin birth or immaculate conception. Yesterday, and earlier tonight, she'd worked her mature loving magic on Benjamin, but there was absolutely nothing immaculate about the messy excitement they'd shared. This part of sex was totally different from the way he'd dreamed it would be. But he was certain of one thing, there probably wasn't a person alive whom ultimately could tell the difference between fucking for pleasure and mating for procreation. That little fact preyed upon his mind, as Benjamin slid his stark erection in and out of his partner's accommodating pussy--picking up speed and searing the edges of a million nerves all screaming for her warm and wet attentions. All that attention centered right at the midsection of his body, so that every time he pulled out, he was eager to thrust back in again. In a short time, everything inside of him changed dramatically. A burst of aching heat ignited in Ben's loins, and he began to breathe irregularly. "Oh, God! Oh, my God!" Ulyssa gripped his naked buttocks with her hands as Ben grunted and groaned and panted over her naked body-- roiling emotionally deep within her open loins. "It's okay, babe. Let go." She gave him permission, and that was all he really needed. Ben's hips and loins jerked. He ejaculated with the impressive potency of any young man under the age of twenty--a true cascade of teeming semen flushed from his system out into the world. Of course, the flowing symbol of his potency was enclosed tightly within Lyssa's vagina. "Ohhh, Jesus!" Ben brought his mouth down hard onto her mouth again, and they kissed passionately for several minutes all the while his body spewed and spurted his loving gift inside her. "Ohhh, God!" Breathing heavily, Ben let the excitement continue to liquefy and flow steadily out from the aperture of his cock. "God, I love you," he panted. "I love you so much, Mom." "I know, baby." Ulyssa stretched out her arms to hold the young light skinned black man selfishly atop her and deep inside her for several long moments of solace. He was her oldest son, and, God help her, he'd always been her favorite. "I love you, too." "Sssoo wonderful. Soo soft," he hissed softly. His body both shuddered and trembled over her until both of them sensed that finally his passion had abated. He felt of two minds about the whole affair. Sure both Ben and his mother knew this was supposed to be wrong--really wrong. But Ben felt so damn proud--so utterly thrilled that he refused to believe for one minute that he'd be damned to hell after feeling so totally blessed. "Would you tell me something, Mom?" he panted as he collapsed over her. Ulyssa rubbed her hands across her son's back as he sprawled limply atop of her. "Sure, sweetheart." "Why does this feel so--so damn good?" "I don't really know," Lyssa answered. "My guess is because the human race has such a strong desire to go on." "What do you mean?" "If the act that makes babies feels this good, then people will continue to indulge themselves in the act, and babies will continue to be made." "Babies?" Benjamin gulped. "Jesus!" He raised his head up and looked at his mother in a brand new light. "Mom, doesn't the thought of getting pregnant by... umm... pregnant again frighten you?" She looked him in the eyes. Then she shook her head. "Maybe it did a day or so back, Ben. Not so much now." Benjamin Dryor didn't say anything. He just kept his eyes riveted on the one woman he'd ever really wanted in his life. No it didn't make any sense, but when did everything in life make sense? "I think that if he'd lived, your father would have been thrilled to learn that he's very likely to become a grandfather sometime soon," she whispered. "What do you think?" Ben gulped and then allowed his body to settle down on top of his mother's. "M-mother, does this mean you'd actually... umm... carry my baby?" Giggling, she threw her arms around him and pulled him close. "Now that's kind of iffy, honey," Ulyssa replied. "But I suppose I might be able to handle getting pregnant again." "Wow! Really?" "On the other hand, don't count on it. Forty-four years of age is way too young to be a grandmother." Smiling, Benjamin Dryor shimmied and readjusted himself over his lover's soft body, trying not to lose his penetrating hold within her. We'll see about that, won't we, he thought. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 34