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Thinking With My Dick - 2
BY Tim-Andre (tm_andre@yahoo.com)

***

A young black man, obsessed with fathering a bi-racial 
baby, discovers that the white woman of his dreams is 
fifteen years older than he is. (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.

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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 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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