A Very Insistent Father Ch. 02

Our second time went slower and much more loving as the two of us got used to each other and our rhythm together. You should hear that man talk about babies when he's pushing deep inside me. If his words hadn't turned me on so much, they might have been embarrassing:

"What do you think, Cricket? We both know deep down we have work to do. Are you ready to get started?"

I moaned something incoherent in reply.

"The two of us are about to embark on something that is meant to be, you know deep down you want my black seed--don't deny it. I'm certain in the back of your mind there is nothing you want more than to go forth from this day forward with my baby growing inside you."

As you can guess, our second time also lasted much longer closer to fifteen or twenty minutes before I gasped and came, red-faced and flushing like I usually do. Then, a minute or two later--with a very alpha male low voiced superior grunt echoing in my ears, Jake climaxed, spurting even more semen deep into my reproductive system.

Twice in less than twenty minutes! I don't mind telling you, I hadn't had that much exertion in over two months. Nor had I expected that much pure potent sperm! After Jake rolled off of me, my hands dropped down to my labia and I let my fingers slip into the slick juicy mess he left behind. I don't mind telling you, I was very impressed with his prowess. However, I begged him to let me sleep for a few minutes. We snuggled together and soon I went out like a snuffed candle.

It must have been around two hours later--maybe a little after ten-thirty--when Jake woke me up. Without a word, we made love a third time. I swear his dick probed me for a full half an hour this time. As with the first two times, Jake and I kept to our tacit agreement to use no protection at all. Once again he urged me to receive his liquid gift bareback so that he could make a direct deposit of his black heritage deep into my loins. This time I was able to see Jake's spent erection pulling out from my cunt--entirely covered with a mixture of both our cum.

We slept intertwined together for another couple of hours until I had to get up to pee a little after one in the morning. I wiped myself down so I wouldn't develop a yeast infection, but when Jake heard me cleaning up in the bathroom, I think he was afraid I might be trying to head off his little African-American swimmers, so when I crawled back into his bed, my young black man worked an end run around any suspected douching. He sweetly asked me to clean off his dick with my mouth, and I complied with his nice reasonable request. Of course, once I got his beautiful cock all hard and ready to go again, Jake proceeded to fuck me once more.

Finally, we awoke around five-thirty. You guessed it! Jake Hancock climaxed inside me five different times last night and this morning. We stayed awake to shower together. After he got dressed, I asked him to go out to my car and carry in my work wardrobe. Later he bought me breakfast at a local mom and pop place before we both went off to our respective jobs.

Needless to say, I've been extremely sore at work today. Doesn't matter though, he wants to come over to visit my apartment tonight. At least, I can sleep on a full sized bed...

Yeah, right! Like I'm gonna get any sleep tonight.

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Lord it's late! I woke up because I needed to pee and wash myself down some. When I stroll barefooted in and out of my bedroom, I can hear Jake's soft snore rising from my bed. Needless to say he's out like a light or more like a man who's just had an exhaustingly thorough fucking.

When I returned home that night, I dashed around the apartment picking up stray items and stashing them in hampers, boxes and closets. What should I wear? What does it matter? I'd be out of my clothes in nothing flat.

The night was way too warm and humid for pantyhose, so I decided to try to shave my legs before he arrived. Maybe I'd shave a bit higher as well, since I'll be dreaming of Jake's tongue sliding up my groove. Whoa! Where'd that come from?

As you know men and women are conditioned to look at things totally different from each other. Men are often so proud of their delivery systems.

Some girls are taught to appreciate a cock in that the whole size versus ability dynamic while others of us develop that appreciation as time goes by.

Here's what I suspect from looking at our photos (by the way, he was probably a better judge of my size than I am--you know how when women look at themselves in a mirror or photo they blow up their faults entirely out of proportion).

I knew from looking at him that Jake was obviously longer and larger than my white husband, my proverbial high school sweetheart. I'm pretty sure that as far as all that goes, Jake was going to be the largest most impressive cock I'd yet to experience.

Did that excite me? I'd be lying if I said otherwise. Did it frighten me? Could be--it seemed to be one of those let me experience it and I'll tell you later sort of anxieties.

Women don't always understand men, but I sense a certain excitement from their words concerning a certain excitement about plumbing the depths of a womanly-sized, receptive moist pussy--like Jake got to know once we finally got together. Many women are taught from an early age that our pussies must be a visual eyesore, but what experiences I've had over the years from men say just the opposite.

Also we've been taught that something as "awful" as a droopy overhanging tummy--anything other than a super-model flat stomach is a turn off. Then we run into the curious reality that men vary as much in their taste as women do and in the end, we discover a man probably looks beyond the tummy to see how easy it would be work his way up that soft and pliant pussy beneath.

Just like sometimes it involves the use of hands, lips, mouths and tongues to excite us about a man's penis and then again sometimes it's the feel of that same dick thrusting deep where we can feel, but not really see.

God! Sex is magical and mystical and a thousand unexplainable things all at once. But it sure as hell is addictive!

It was so funny when he came up to my apartment once he got off work. I'd prepared the lasagna already so it was baking in the oven. Naturally we kissed—really kissed when I let him in and I very carefully explored the front of Jake's trousers where I expected a bulge to rise. Then I gave him the nickel tour—probably only the four cent tour as it's just a small one bedroom place. However, he kept up a steady commentary about my place and my furnishings:

"Oh look at this! All your stuff is so nicely coordinated. This is exactly the kind of dining room set that my house needs." / "Nice painting. Goes really well with the interior. Guess that means I should paint my walls the same color as yours." / "Ahh...we'll move this bed into the master bedroom. I'll go ahead and put my twin bed into the nursery for now."

I sighed. Little does he realize, nurseries are wonderful ideas in theory, but when the mother is nursing in the middle of the night, it's easier to keep the baby's crib close at hand and nurse a newborn in her own bed.

I'd made homemade vegetable lasagna. Okay, I actually put meat in half of it... (turkey sausage, but don't tell Jake. What he doesn't know won't make him think I'm trying to keep him healthy.) As it was, he told me that his baby's mother was a great cook. That comment made me grin.

In the time that the lasagna was cooking before Jake's arrival, I'd prepared another surprise for him as well. But more on that later...

I poured myself a glass of my homemade spinach juice (actually more celery juice tonight) as it was right in the middle of the e coli scare. Naturally he had to ask about any drink that was green. I offered him a sip of mine and after he sipped it he made a face.

"It's an acquired taste." I took the glass back.

I also told him the good news about how my homemade spinach juice and water is just what a woman's body needs for manufacturing wetness in a place where we ladies desperately need moisture. Actually eight to twelve ounces of water half an hour before sex is necessary for a man's production of seminal fluid as well. A young man doesn't need to worry about such things although why society associates alcohol with sex is just sad...alcohol dries out both men and women and makes the act that much more difficult.

I brought him a twelve ounce tumbler of ice water. "You'll need this."

"I'm glad to hear that."

After we ate, we watched a little TV together...I honestly don't remember what was on because we cuddled, kissed, petted, made out, and slowly took off each other's clothes. At that point I showed Jake my little surprise. While the lasagna baked, I'd shaved my legs again, my underarms, and for my new man, I shaved off all my pubic hair. I asked him if that was okay with him. He grinned from ear to ear and wanted to "do me" right there on the couch, but I told him that tonight we needed to go to bed.

On the way back to the bedroom, I scrutinized his naked black body like an art critique inspecting a sculpture. "Jake Hancock, you're a beautiful man."

Jake laughed. "Men aren't supposed to be beautiful. We're supposed to be handsome, rugged and--potent. You understand, don't you?"

I sighed. "Why me?"

"What do mean?" "Why not somebody closer to your own age? Last night I thought your brother and his wife..."

"Forget them. They'll get used to us in time."

"You didn't answer my question." I whispered. "Why me?"

"Cricket, last night I probably experienced the best fuck of my life. I told you right up front in our relationship that I intended to impregnate you and you didn't fight me, argue about it or even flinch when it came time to culminate our love. Once we lay down together, you showed me you were willing to do your utmost to become the mother of my baby. That's all I need from the woman in my life!"

Then he paused. "Besides, believe it or not, you're perfect for me."

"Really?" Totally naked I ran into his naked embrace and we kissed for a long, long time. "Tell me why?"

Jake turned me around to show me the image of both of us standing close reflected in the dresser mirror. "Look at us! Do you know what I see?"

I stared at our naked figures in the large mirror. "What?"

"Cricket, I see an attractive naked white woman who's not afraid to bear my mixed race child. That makes you very special indeed. That makes you a trophy wife for guy like me, do you understand?"

"D-did you say w-wife?" I couldn't help but stutter. "D-does that mean...?"

"Marriage? Yes," he replied with a big smile. "Of course, it's liable to be a shotgun wedding."

I felt so thrilled by his words that by the time prime time TV had rolled around, Jake and I were in bed making love. My luscious black lover stretched my pliable labia lips with the wonderfully thick girth of his cock and we rode together in a loving primal rhythm for what felt like ages.

He nuzzled his lips at my ear. "You are so beautiful, Cricket."

"And you are such a magnificent liar!"

"Not at all." He lifted his head. "I love gazing into your blue eyes and caressing your creamy white skin. That means the world to me." He picked up his pace and started to breathe erratically.

"Is it that you love me because I'm white, Jake?"

"Not only that! I love you because you're you! I'll tell you one thing--it's just like I said to you in my first letter..." However, his concentration had been building toward a strong orgasm. Suddenly my black lover grunted and climaxed deep within me, spewing a full load of his teeming seed into the depths of my vagina.

Panting like a sprinter who had just run a race, Jake murmured: "Any baby the two of us make, Cricket, will be beautiful."

Those words were all I needed to cum as his thick penis continued to probe and pump me even during the throes of his climax. He wouldn't stop thrusting inside of me. I moaned both in appreciation of his efforts and in fright as my nerves and pussy flesh were rubbed taut by our extreme efforts. Finally, Jake's scrotum and testicles contracted and he sprayed deep inside me with his heated sperm once again.

"Just beautiful..." he whispered.

I felt crazy enough to believe him.

When I woke up a little while ago, before I started typing your letter, I stared at my lovely muscular and masculine black man. Because his desire, his commitment to conceiving this baby is so strong, so he was better than any one night stand I'd ever experienced. I know he's much better than my ex husband.

Like I said I stared at his exposed black body laying on top of the covers. That masculine extension of the lovely man before me had furrowed its way into my loins, my heart, and my life. There's absolutely no logical reason why a white thirty-eight year old woman would take a black twenty-something young man into her body other than the pure joy of sex.

However, this young man insisted on creating a child and that masculine black erection of his deposited some large caches of living black sperm into my own loins. This was nuts--totally illogical! But this was the agreement I'd made with the crazy man asleep on my bed.

As I walked into the living room, I was still leaking a steady stream of cum. The gooey liquid seeped out from between my legs so I had to put a towel on my desk chair to type this email. I hadn't had a cigarette in a long time...and I really craved one all of a sudden so I went through Jake's pockets until I found a package of smokes. Black and Mild mini-cigars. I don't think I've ever tried them. Not too many left, but I only wanted one.

I struck a match and lit the end. The acrid odor of burning sulfur mixed with the heady swirl of tobacco. I've gotta tell you if you haven't ever smoked or if you've quit and started up months later, that initial inhale is a combination of intense pain and pure pleasure. My lungs protested the searing smothering influx of smoke at the same time that old recognizable nicotine high ignited my blood.

I think of it as overwhelming in the same sort of way sex is.

"Hey you!" A man's voice behind me growled. "That's bad for the baby."

I turned around to see a six foot tall muscular black man standing behind me. I took another puff and then handed Jake the mini-cigar. He took a draw off it as well.

"It's bad for sperm production too," I added. "I suggest we finish this pack in the next few days and both of us can quit again."

He took a long drag and nodded. "Are you coming back to bed?" Instead of handing the smoke back to me, he stubbed it out.

"Let me finish this letter and I'll be right there." Hmmm. A half finished cigarette butt...maybe I'd stash it away in secret.

"Good. Since we're both awake anyway, let's fuck."

Figured I'd get back to writing my email later. Seems somebody needed me in the bedroom.