Personal Sacrifice for Others

"You are a woman like no other," he weakly said, catching his breath. His hips slid back and forth a bit, teasing us. "I so badly want to breed with you. Watch you carry our child. Watch you nurse it and show it off." I held his cheek and nodded to his words. A part of me actually hoped I had not gotten pregnant from this session; just so the chance of us meeting again would be there.

My pussy was sore, yet satisfied. I felt his semen within me, some swimming deeper into me, some spilling out of me. With a sigh Erikson slid his massive shaft out of me. My pussy lips stayed parted a bit. I would never be the same down there again. I was almost gaping.

"I must rest a bit my dear," he said to me. His slowly kissed me, cupped my breast, and lied next to me. His eyes closed and he fell asleep. My body, on the other hand, was tingling and alive. I had never felt so fulfilled in my life. The images of our love making flashed in my head: his muscles, his ebony spear dipping into me, my white hands running across his black skin. My pussy stayed wet and I placed a finger in my now larger hole. I glided it in easily and felt Erikson's thick cum within me. I reveled at the though of it impregnating me.

I got up slowly, so as to not wake him, and went downstairs to the kitchen. There, sitting in the darkness, was my mother. I was startled to say the least. I tried my best to cover up the love moarks he had left me.

"Mother, what are you doing up this late in the evening?" I asked.

"Well, you and your gentleman friend woke me up," she said. I blushed, somewhat ashamed of having my mother catch me. "It was good timing though. Roy had waken up as well and was about to enter your room. I was able to catch him and hurry him back to bed. He didn't need to see what his mother was doing."

They must've woken up when they heard Erikson and I cumming, I thought to myself. "Did you happen to hear anyth..." I was interrupted.

"Pretty much everything hun. They are quite the specimens aren't they?" she asked in a semi-proud way. Obviously the specimens she spoke of were the Black men and I couldn't really disagree.

"Mother, I can now understand why you made love with that man 13 years ago," I stated. "I felt so vulnerable, so wanted and lusted after. He performed for me first, then himself. Why would any woman of any race deny themselves that pleasure?"

"Because the men they surround themselves with would have nothing to do with it or their wives. It's too bad too, maybe women would be much happier if they all received what you just did," my mother explained. "You know you're never going to be looked at the same way again."

"I know. I...I mean we, Erikson and I, want that kind of attention. We're trying to bring a new life into this world," I proclaimed to her. Had I not been wearing a robe, my mother would've surely seen the semen that had been slithering its way down my thigh for the past few moments. "I better get back to bed. I don't want him to be alone right now. I'll talk with you in the morning. I did the right thing, right mom?"

"You're cause is a good one. Dangerous, but good. It wasn't only your decision, this man had some control over you. In your mind, you wanted to please him like this. Saying no wouldn't have only denied you, but him." My mother had such a truthful way of saying things.

1: 32 am

After I snuck back into bed, I lied there and glanced over at Erikson's body. studied every muscle, shadow, and curve of his body. I knew our child was going to be a strong one. I placed a hand over my stomach and prayed for a little miracle to occur. It just felt so right.

With him lying there naked, I could finally see his semi-erect penis in all its glory. It was still a bit moist from our love session, and as he slept it occasionally twitched. With him at my side, I carefully ran the tips of my fingers up and down his shaft. I marveled at how long it was. The picture of it disappearing into my pink folds got me hot again. And like clock work, Erikson's eyes opened.

"Mmmm what are you still doing up love?" he asked me, raising his lips to mine and fondling my breasts.

"I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about the possibility of your child growing within me. I was all appreciating your body," was my reply.

"Well woman, you can have me again if you wish..."

"God......make love to me again...this is your new bed and I am yours for the taking...I'm falling in love with you...take me" And with that, Erikson proceeding to rest himself between my parted thighs and inserted himself slowly back into me.

"You are my precious love," he sweetly said. We once again kissed slowly as I adjusted to his size, raised my thighs around his waist, and moaned in pure ecstasy.

That night we made love three times. He took me in new and sensual positions. Each time he brought me to multiple orgasms. His sperm shot into me, filling me to the frothy brim. Each time we got louder and louder. I didn't care about waking anyone. I was liberated once again. And after I had made sure Erikson's heavy balls were empty, and my pussy had milked him dry, we slept in one another's arms, just kissing, touching, and petting; looking out the window as the sun rose on a new day. A day that brought our sacrifice to a whole new level.