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Thinking With My Dick - 3
by Tim-Andre (tm_andre@yahoo.com)

***

A young black man finds that he wants to father a child 
with a mature white woman over a dozen years his 
senior. (MF, intr, rom, preg)

***

Close to a week had gone by while we shared our days 
and nights. On a typical day, it might be two o'clock 
in the afternoon, and I still can't think of anything 
else except for Diane. I'd usually call her on my 
morning break and over lunch. 

I figured I'd get the opportunity to telephone during 
afternoon break as well. The sound of her voice on the 
other end of the phone excited me almost as much as 
Diane telling me that we needed to get together again 
after work tonight, if we were going to bring my 
fantasies to life. I felt a stirring down behind my 
zipper. 

"I was hoping you'd say that."

She giggled on the other end of the phone. "I'm just as 
excited to have a real sex life again, you know."

I needed to remind myself that I wanted to get some 
photos of the two of us together--maybe a professional 
portrait. I wanted to show her off to the guys at work. 
Eventually I'd bring her into the service center to 
introduce her to everyone, but for now a decent picture 
would do.

My friend and colleague, Lee, intercepted me as we 
walked out to write up a service contract for a 
vehicle. "Hey, T. A., wait up!" He trotted to catch up 
with me.

I turned back toward him. "Hey, bro. What's up?"

"Did you want to split off for a drink tonight after 
work? Haven't seen you in ages, man."

"Sorry Lee, I can't. Gotta get my ass back to Diane's 
tonight." I opened the car door to jot down the 
mileage.

"Jesus, Tim. That's all I've heard from you for days on 
end. Diane this and Diane that--Shit! You know things 
might be different if that white cunt didn't look 
exactly like your average hausfrau next door." Lee spat 
on the parking lot pavement. "As it is, I don't know 
what the hell you see in her."

"Stop it right there, Lee." I walked around him to look 
at the license plate. "I'm going to say this once and 
I'm never going to say it again." I wrote the plate 
number down on the sheet. "That old white hausfrau has 
been the best fuck of my life--bar none! And I've 
discovered some heavenly indulgences lingering deep 
inside that mature cunt. Besides, she's going to have 
my baby."

"Aww shit! Here we go again, T.A. -- I thought all that 
baby shit was for play."

I shrugged. "No. I knew that if I found the right 
woman, it would be for real. Baby shit and all."

"You are certifiable."

I laughed. "I know. Anyway tonight I'm going back to 
meet with Diane and we're gonna have a nice home-cooked 
meal, then go to bed and fuck all night."

Lee sighed. "Guess that beats a beer at the Station 
bar."

"Thanks for the offer, man." I clapped him on the 
shoulder. "I give it a few months before things begin 
to drift back to normal."

***

Frankly, I don't think things will ever go back to 
normal. That night Diane and I shared the exquisite 
delights of our magic together. My long mahogany wand 
cast deep spells inside her body making her shiver time 
and time again.

"Diane, open your eyes," I whispered into her ear. I 
had been nuzzling my nose into her earlobe, teasing it 
with my lips and teeth to toy with her dangling 
earring. My teeth left tiny marks along her earlobe. 

She lay flat against the mattress again, cradling my 
weight on her abdomen and thighs, enveloping my cock 
within her loins. "Hmm?"

"Open your eyes and look at me, sweetheart."

She opened both of her eyes and gazed up into my own. 
Diane said nothing, although she continued to pant and 
gasp with our mutual exertion. 

"I think we should get married," I murmured.

"What?" Her eyes widened.

"You heard me." I leaned forward to drive the total 
expanse of my dick deep into her moist pussy. God, I 
could do this all night! "Marry me. I love you."

She shook her head and groaned. "Tim-Andre, where did 
that come from?"

"We may as well be newlyweds anyway. We've spent every 
night together in bed since the day we met. Plus, every 
bout of lovemaking between us has been totally 
unprotected."

She exhaled a deep sigh. "Are you sure? When I look in 
the mirror all I can see are crow's feet and age lines 
etched along my forehead."

"And when I look down at you all I can see are your 
beautiful eyes and how they make my dick feel welcome 
whenever I'm inside of you like this." I shifted my 
weight over her. "Don't you understand? I want you with 
me more than anything. I want your body. I want your 
ovum to merge with a flood of my healthy sperm until 
we're positive you're pregnant with my child. That's 
something a married couple understands instinctively 
more than anyone else."

"Oh, Tim," Diane allowed her face to flush while we 
continued to conjoin time and again. "Let me... let me 
think about it."

"What's to think about? Marry me, Diane." I kept my 
eyes riveted on her blue eyes as I thrusted deeper with 
my cock burying its length and breadth totally into her 
compliant loins. "We'll conceive this child and then 
lovingly move on to the next one. What do you say?"

"I don't quite know what to say."

"How about yes?" 

She sighed. "Maybe..." We continued to move together as 
an intimate couple for several minutes until her chest 
and neck flushed again. "I will tell you one thing."

"What's that?" I growled as I watched her body suddenly 
fall into the tremors of an orgasm.

Diane shuddered. "Ooohh..." She clung to me for all she 
was worth while I watched her blush and tremble in the 
throes of her culmination. Her orgasm delayed any 
speech for several long minutes.

"Ooo! That sounded nice." I murmured in her ear.

"It-it was wonderful." Diane shivered as I began moving 
rhythmically inside her once again.

"So what were you going to say?" I asked, once we'd re-
established our comfortably intimate motions.

"That I'm still planning on giving you that baby--
marriage or otherwise."

Whew! Those words were all the impetus I needed. My 
body stiffened and lost all control. The aching nerve 
ganglia within my testicles ignited and sent a surge of 
pure liquid electricity out through the aperture at the 
business end of my penis. The end buried deep inside my 
forty year old white partner's vagina. Oh, the wetness 
-- oh, the mess! Oh the absolute sheer joy! If Diane 
had an egg stowed away deep inside to give to me, I 
knew that I'd unleashed a veritable host of teeming 
sperm cells to engulf it. I knew that's what I wanted 
to do. That's what I dreamed to do. 

I moaned softly as she clung to me and encouraged me to 
maintain both my depth and my balance.

"My goodness," Diane whispered. "You were certainly 
ready for me that time, weren't you?"

***

We moved into September as a sexually active couple. I 
can't begin to tell you the thrill I felt each time I 
went home to her or she came home with me for the 
night. We'd share dinner, conversation, dreams about 
what we wanted in our lives, and finally each other's 
intimate embraces.

"Diane." Reaching around her again trying to pull her 
even closer to me and not trying to hide the incredible 
bulge, which, since I was full foot taller than Diane, 
stuck into her ribs rather than her abdomen, I dropped 
my head down close to her ear. "Would you give me the 
honor of allowing me to make love to you?"

She jerked her head up and gasped. "Wh-what?" Her 
pupils began to dilate and her own heart quickened. I 
looked so different. I was tall and young and virile 
and muscular and--she tried to think of anything to add 
to her list of my traits before she came back to the 
obvious one of skin color. "Another night where we 
won't have any b-bir-birth c-control."

"Precisely. That's a good thing."

Absentmindedly, Diane shrugged and nodded in agreement. 
But then she didn't struggle in the least as I turned 
her around and walked her slowly toward the double bed 
in bedroom. A splash of hormones washed over both our 
muscles, and Diane's body quickly decoded a lot of 
complex messages from her conscious and subconscious 
minds: First and foremost, she had no protection--no 
birth control. Next, while Diane was thirteen years 
older than I was, she was still vibrant, alive, and a 
very sensual being. After all, I was an adult male with 
incredible sexual charisma, if I do say so myself.

All right, I could tell she was thinking, here comes 
the big one--I'm black and she's white. She'd figure 
that thought alone should put a stop to this nonsense.

"Tim-Andre, tell me," Diane whispered. "Do you want me 
because I'm white?"

"I want you because you're a vivacious, funny, loving, 
concerned mother candidate with a great looking ass--
who just happens to be gorgeous, mature, and rather 
paler skinned than I am," he replied. "What do you 
think?"

"I-I don't know what to think."

"Well, if you did know what to think, what would you 
say?"

"I think I'd say," she whispered. Nerve impulses raced 
through her system stimulating her arousal even more. 
"Okay, just this once."

"Good answer," I smiled.

Once she opened my robe, Diane discovered that I'd been 
ready for her all along. Except for the pink flesh of 
my palms and the bottoms of my feet, my skin showed a 
deep dark wrought iron delight. I walked casually over 
to the other side of the room and carefully laid my 
robe down on the dresser.

When I turned back toward her, Diane shuddered. My 
engorged erection stood totally mahogany brown-black. 
If she allowed me to fuck her, she'd have to take his 
darkness deep into her inner body--deep into that place 
where nobody had been for ages. 

Could she do that? What is the matter with your head, 
woman? 

My hands played with the buttons clasped in front of 
her nightgown. One by one each button slipped free from 
its corresponding eyelet. My hands went to the hem of 
her gown, and I pulled it quickly upward from her hips 
and over her head. Then my hands went to the straps on 
her chemise, easily peeling away the white strips of 
cloth from her shoulders. Except for her matching 
cotton panties, Diane stood completely exposed. 

I went to my knees in front of her and slowly -- ever 
so slowly -- peeled Diane's panties away from her hips, 
ass, and loins. Then I pulled them down her thighs past 
her knees and calves down to her ankles. Lifting one 
foot and then the other, Diane stepped out of her 
panties.

Oh God, now there was nothing between her and me. 
Nothing!

"So what do you think so far?" Diane whispered, trying 
to keep from giggling nervously, as I leaned in to kiss 
her pubic mound.

My eyes swept over her again, and then I grinned 
broadly and sat back down on the bed. "Magnificent." 

Smiling, Diane moved to the center of the room, facing 
the bed, she took a step towards me, put her hands on 
her hips in the classic fashion model stance, looked 
into my eyes, and then smiled a little self-
consciously.

"Not much to look at I'm afraid."

"Don't say that." I breathed out loudly as though in 
awe. "You are breath-taking."

I suspect it had been a long time since a man had 
looked at Diane with even half as much desire as she 
saw reflected in my eyes; it was certainly a boost to 
Diane's ego to find her body being admired. Holding 
herself a little straighter, she allowed me to feast my 
eyes for as long as I wished. After a while she took 
yet another step closer to me, and my eyes grew even 
wider with desire.

"God, you are a beautiful woman." 

"Really? That's so sweet of you to say."

"Turn around and let me see the rest of you."

Diane did as I asked and turned around. She'd gotten 
excited just standing there being admired, her nipples 
already hard. Now she could feel new juices flowing.

"Come over here, gorgeous," I demanded. Then, as she 
began to turn, I said: "No, don't turn around, step 
backward towards me."

This was a surprising request, but she did as I asked 
and stepped backwards slowly until she felt my hand 
caress the small of her back. My touch made her skin 
tingle with exhilaration, and so, when I put both hands 
on Diane's waist to draw her closer to me, her whole 
body became covered in goose bumps. 

From the first I could sense that this time was 
different. Little things played across Diane's face as 
she became preoccupied with my careful control of 
emotional energy versus her own desire to hurry the 
process. A powerful display of kinetic, mechanical, and 
electrical energies competed with each other under the 
manipulation of his hands and body. These energies 
played off each other--alternating or replacing each 
other as necessary.

My hesitant touch explored her body. I drew Diane back 
until she stood between my legs, then my hands began to 
stroke her body, passing over the upper back in slow 
sensual circles before moving down to the dimples of 
her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. 

Closing her eyes, Diane let the sensations of my touch 
wash over her; it had been ages since she'd felt this 
loved, and Diane savored the feelings of arousal to the 
fullest.

Moving my large hands onto her buttocks, I stroked and 
squeezed her fleshy ass. At times my fingers followed 
the crevice of her bottom down then under, but each 
time I stopped just short of stroking her pussy. I must 
have been driving Diane crazy!

"Your skin is so soft." I said as I continued to stroke 
her. 

My fingers ran slowly along a couple of stretch marks 
from her pregnancy a few years ago. "So inviting."

She quaked, and her voice audibly choked back a little 
sob.

"Diane, what's wrong?"

"N-nothing," she mumbled. "Please don't stop."

"Stop? Not a chance."

Careful examinations of Diane's arms, shoulders and 
neck preceded my light diffident fingertips slowly 
flowing across her perfect cameo-white breasts. I let 
my fingers slowly circle her stiffening nipple once, 
twice, three, four times until Diane took a deep breath 
to try to contain the sheer pleasure of the touch. Then 
I dropped my lips down to her raw standing nipple and 
sucked it totally into my mouth with a single breath.

Diane choked back a soft moan. She opened her eyes to 
see my long, black-brown muscular body straddling her 
own white body, beginning to pin her under two hundred 
pounds of sheer muscle, bone, and hard flesh--all the 
while sucking ecstatically on her swelling nipples one 
after another. Diane trembled and shuddered. She knew 
her shudder fell short of what it could have been, but 
she realized that a few more degrees of intensity and 
her shudder might have become an orgasm.

My kisses traveled up from her breasts to her lips, and 
Diane hungrily took my mouth and tongue into her own 
mouth so she could taste my essence herself. Diane lay 
quietly as I squirmed into position.

Fingering the flesh beneath her fingertips and nails, 
Diane ran her hands freely over my muscular hips. 
Squirming and shifting several times under my weight, 
Diane reached down to take hold of my erected dick. Her 
fingers did a full Braille number on the soft mushroom-
like glans topping my cock. She felt the trickle of 
sticky fluid pulse softly from the little pee-slit 
right in its center.

Diane invited me--her young partner into her body. "I 
need you."

Ever so slowly, ever so carefully, I wedged my cock 
against Diane's moistened loins. With token resistance, 
my white partner accepted the strength of the firm 
black penis lodging into the pliant tissues of her 
vaginal sheath. Then Diane pulled against the weight 
and mass of my hips, enfolding my erection totally--
entirely within her.

Dilated by my phenomenal thickness, Diane groaned as 
she felt my ardent thrusts pressing deeply into her. 
Was this definitely the deepest penetration she'd ever 
experienced? She glanced up to see my dark eyes 
scanning her face. When our eyes locked, Diane saw 
something new in my gaze -- something akin to pure 
emotional joy. Then she felt the increase of my pace. I 
moved even closer shifting my hold on her to leave even 
less room between us -- belly to belly, hips to hips, 
or breasts to chest.

According to all the literature, the best aphrodisiac 
is your partner's natural response to mutual intimacy. 
I tried to fight back the urge to expend all of my pent 
up sexual energy right at that moment in time, and in 
doing so, I exhaled a longing animal moan which touched 
the primitive roots of Diane's mind at the very core. 

Our combined mental and emotional stresses had cramped 
our muscles and flushed our skins with sweat, heat and 
thousands of nerve endings which demanded a say in the 
momentum of the directions which our bodies had taken.

Diane let loose a louder more carnal catlike moan. She 
couldn't believe how close she'd come to a climax under 
my young black dick.

Totally wracked by my mental stress now centered solely 
on the sensations that surrounded the fortunate fleshy 
extension of his body which I'd thrust deeply into the 
joyous warmth of the white woman beneath his thrusts. 
With one last iota of control, I whispered in her ear: 
"I'm liable to cum soon, Diane. Do you want me to pull 
out?"

"Wha--?"

"If you want me to pull out, you'd better tell me now, 
Diane?"

"P-pull out?" Diane wrapped her arms around my back. 
"No, no... sss-stay!"

"Thank you, lover." A final wave of yearning flashed 
like the shock of an electrical eel, charging all of my 
emotions to flash headlong down the nerve impulses from 
my brain to my testicles. I bucked twice and grunted.

Then Diane opened her mouth. "Omigod!" She held her 
breath. For a split second, Diane and I knew precisely 
what was about to happen between us, yet she could do 
absolutely nothing to prevent it. "Omigod!"

My basic desires transmuted into pure hot liquid as my 
body convulsed at the groin and propelled a mad torrent 
of sperm out from my reproductive system. Spurting 
forth in a desperate bid for freedom, my semen spewed 
wildly down the length of my penis to splash out from 
the single eyelet which would allow my living seed to 
burst free to seek its destiny. Of course any such 
freedom would be short lived.

Intimately coupled as she was to me, Diane trapped the 
escaping wash of my rushing semen as it cascaded forth 
from my spewing cock. The hot spill of sticky, flowing 
wetness cached and pooled in the tender intimate 
tissues of the woman who'd agreed to bear my child. As 
she lay silently beneath me, my body continued to pump 
a dribbling stream of warm sperm into Diane's womb. Our 
juices flowed in and around each other's loins, so that 
the wetness continued to soak each other's vital organs 
even as we lay linked together.

"Mmmm." I guessed she didn't want to move. "Th-that 
felt so good," Still shivering, Diane sighed. "I can 
hardly believe it."

"You were wonderful, Diane," I murmured as I held 
tightly to her. "Just wonderful."

"I'll bet you say that to all your thirty-six year old 
girlfriends." 

"No," I snickered. "Only the ones who let me fuck 
them."

Diane's eyes popped wide open. I could see the 
intensity in her face as it said: *Wow! I just let this 
black man fuck me again!* Her pussy was saturated with 
wet, sticky, teeming sperm from the reproductive system 
of a potent young black man.

Very carefully I rolled off of her and sank down onto 
my side of the bed. Diane reached out and touched my 
arm and my hip. We were soaked in perspiration--our 
combined sweat. Yet Diane soon realized that she was 
exhausted from her physical workout with me, and she 
suddenly became very, very sleepy. She snuggled against 
the warmth of my body and closed her eyes. 

I dropped my fingers down to her pussy and slowly 
played with all the sticky juices we'd churned up 
together where our loins had connected.

"No," she groaned. "Let me sleep, Tim, just for a 
minute." 

I smiled. Dick, balls, semen and an incredible feeling 
of personal satisfaction, I had it all going for me. As 
long as Diane slept next to me, she was mine. I knew my 
sperm would sweep through her body searching out a 
hospitable ovum. I threw my arm over her body and held 
her close. "G'night, sweetheart. Get some rest. You 
deserve it."

***

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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 
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