Twenty-One Cock Salute

"Jarrad!" I nearly said Jawad, but I fought back the urge.

"Thea?" He smiled at me. Beautiful white teeth framed by wide kissable lips. "What are you doing out around town so early?"

I shrugged. "I wanted to take my kids for a stroll."

He walked right up to me, leaned down and brashly gave me a quick kiss. "So this is the grandma who should've been the love of my life."

"Shush, you." I think I blushed. "Are you on your way to class?"

"Got two hours yet," he said. "You headed any place special?"

I shrugged. "I'll have to feed these two eventually. Want to have breakfast?"

"Not really," he replied. Then he paused for a few seconds. "Want to fuck instead?"

I started to say, you're not serious. But I didn't. Even with all my experience with black men, I looked up into his dark violet eyes and saw a hunger in them that I easily recognized.

"If you'd like," I whispered. "Sure."

Jawad, my half-black half-Pakistani teenager, took me to an upstairs flat about a block away.

"Nobody's home but my friend, Arthur," Jawad said. "And he's got to go to class in fifteen minutes. That should give us plenty of time."

Arthur too was a mixture of black, Indian or Pakistani and probably a little European, as well. He was slightly lighter skinned than Jawad, but still rather exotic looking. This new young man couldn't take his eyes off of me. Was it my age or my skin color? Maybe it was just that I was female, and Arthur knew that Jawad and I had been fuck buddies. I shouldn't be surprised that a youngster would brag to his best friend about a sexual conquest. Anyway from the way Arthur stared at me, I knew he realized that something was up between Jawad and me.

A curious thing, though. I'd never met Arthur before, yet I felt as if I'd seen him somewhere. No, not with the art museum crowd, but where I wasn't certain.

Once Arthur left for class, Jawad and I stripped down to our basic nakedness. Then we carefully conjoined our bodies. A naked man--bare and black. A naked woman--bare and white. We came together naked and we came together barebacked.

I don't know whether Jawad sensed all that recent raw sperm clinging to the sheath of my pussy, but he had to know that I'd been fucked earlier that morning.

It didn't matter. Jawad moved over me and inside of me like a male animal possessed. He inhaled in short gasps and pants, and I could tell that his body had taken a route totally out of control.

"Ohh, Thea," he moaned. I caught a flurry of motion off toward the wall, and I saw Jawad's friend, Arthur, watching my young dark lover top me. I wasn't sure whether Jawad knew he was there or not. It didn't seem to matter as Jawad continued to pump away, filling my loins with big black beef until the youngster made a noise deep inside his own body like a small motor burning out.

For the second time that morning, a younger black man ejaculated a full load of living sperm into my open pussy. I didn't cum under him, but I held him close and whispered loving words into his ear about how wonderful he felt and how his prowess for penetrating a woman was sensational.

Jawad tried to catch his breath, and then said someday he wanted me to have his baby.

"What is it about my men?" I laughed and held him close. "We'll see, all right?"

My children were getting fussy and I told him we needed to get dressed so we could all have breakfast.

Jawad told me that he didn't have time for breakfast, but he'd walk me and the babies to the cafe down the street. What a walk that was. Forget the people who stared at the two of us pushing two obviously half black babies down the street, I couldn't believe the amount of seepage and flowback dripping into my panties as I walked alongside of him.

Once we arrived, Jawad kissed me good-bye. I ordered for he three of us and got the babies situated in high chairs while I waited for the food.

A few minutes after Jawad disappeared, Arthur slipped into the cafe. He walked up to my table and sat down with me.

"I didn't know it was you, Jarrad was talking about."

"Well," I replied. "I guess that makes two of us."

He smiled. "More than two of us. There's somebody who'd love to see you again, Thea. Really love to see you."

I shook my head. "Arthur, I wish I knew what you were talking about."

"You'll know soon enough. He's right outside."

"Who's outside?"

I saw a rugged face peeking through the window. He was a very startling, very strong looking young man, and obviously quite self-confident.

"Malcom?" I whispered. Of course, who else could it be? A small ache swished up inside, playing the back of my abdomen and stopping just behind my belly-button.

Malcom always seemed to find me when I was already pregnant. What the hell did I mean by that? I wondered why that thought leaped into my head as I watched him walk through the door and approach my table.

Darcie looked at Malcom. I think something in her little brain recognized him and associated him with the previous holiday season. I sure as hell remembered sharing intimate gifts with him on the busiest shopping day of the year.

He bent down and gave me a sweet little kiss.

"So, Thea," he announced for everyone in the place to hear. "I finally have a real name to hang on the finest piece of ass I ever had."

I must have made a face. "Malcom, stop!"

I know the other customers in the place must have heard him. Even my waitress frowned, and I'd been friends with her since Darcie was barely a month old.

"Did you already order? Arthur and me are picking up the tab," he said.

"Me?" Arthur whined.

"That won't be necessary," I said.

"Yes, it is." Malcom took Arthur by the shoulder. "You'll thank me for this later, bro."

Arthur and Malcom shared a look that I couldn't see--but I could sure as hell guess.

Damn! Now I remembered distinctly. Arthur was one of the faces that day at mall--that busiest shopping day of the year so they say. This morning was the second time that Arthur stood by and watched while a forceful young man probed my cunt with a thick black dick.

I looked back at him and murmured his name. "Arthur!"

He knew that I knew, and he nodded.

"Once we get the kids fed, I want you to go back to Arthur's place with me--with us," Malcom added. "Will you do that for us?"

I gulped down a big swallow of my morning tea. "Why is it you always catch me too late?" I said blushing.

"What does that mean?"

"I'll tell you later," I replied. "In bed."

Malcom nodded at his lighter skinned companion. "Arthur too?"

I looked up at Arthur, and then at Malcom.

"All right," I said. "Arthur too."

"Good." Mal relaxed enough to let out a long exhale. He'd been holding his breath over the last few moments. Then he turned to Arthur. "See? I told you."

So sure of himself. So damn cock-sure!

I have to tell you I've seen this dramatic sight at home with my own two boys, but it never fails to take my breath away whenever I see it. Two straining black erections swinging freely from two well developed masculine bodies is like a woman's fantasy come true.

Even a grandmother with new streaks of gray threading through her hair can become like a little girl indulging in long thick full fantasies when the timing is right. And I was just that--a little girl, forty years of age, dragging along two babies in a double pram--and quite likely carrying another baby in the womb. Of course, the only thing that mattered to me at the moment was the sight of those two young eager black male erections.

I understood on a primal level that they both wanted me. Each young man looked forward to entering my open unprotected cunt.

"What did you mean I was too late?" Malcom asked me, once I could no longer see his dick standing in the room. Who was I kidding? I knew exactly where his cock was hiding from my sight.

The last time I'd had Malcom, I was very, very pregnant. I told him circumstances made all things equal this time as well.

He mumbled, "Don't worry. I'm a good sport. We can try later."

Uh-oh. What was it about the men in my life and babies? Lathering himself up in the wet and frothy confines of my pussy, Mal took his time sliding in and out--playing me like some sort of mellow old instrument and finally contributing a pint of enthusiastic lubrication of his own to the sticky messes I'd taken thus far that morning.

I nearly came hard myself. I gripped his butt and moved under him, even after he stopped moving.

Arthur took over immediately. He was inexperienced. Not exactly a virgin, just not very tutored in how to handle a woman. Both excited and clumsy, Arthur climaxed quite quickly. However, his role as my interim dick brought me to a soft giddy climax under him.

Malcom's cock sprang back to full strengthed desire as he watched us intently.

Malcom was back atop me and probed my slick, gaping loins just as soon as Arthur dismounted. This time it was several long minutes before he came. My body followed his. I really enjoyed him, this time. My babies had both gotten fussy by this time. I got up to walk over to the stroller and I picked Kane Michael up, while I asked Arthur to help Darcie out onto the floor so she could crawl around.

As I encouraged Kane Michael to latch onto the nipple of my breast, I saw both young men staring intently at the nude forty year old woman nursing a baby who was only half white. Could this be the reason that so many of them brought the topic of conversation around to making babies? Or was that just an excuse to enjoy a good fucking?

It was time to go back home. I changed Darcie and Kane one at a time, and with Arthur and Mal's help, I got them back into their double pram and headed for home.

That Friday morning was pretty incredible, I thought. I needed another shower and quite frankly, some peace and quiet by the time I got my children home and down for a nap. I would get only my shower.

Des woke up and came into the bath as I was drying off.

"Honey," he said. "Is it true that you're pregnant again?"

I looked at him for a moment, and then I looked down at the floor and nodded.

"I think that's great!"

I smiled and looked back up at him. "I'm glad. I hope you feel the same way when I'm all blown up like a stuffed turkey."

"Are you kidding," he said. "I love stuffed turkey."

He grabbed his toothbrush and some mouth wash. I dried off as he brushed his teeth. Suddenly, I dropped to my knees and took hold of his cock.

"I should be the one brushing my teeth," I said. Immediately I took his long black dick in my mouth and started sucking him. I didn't try to say anything for a while, and then I couldn't say anything because I had a mouth full of cum.

But Desmond never stopped talking. Granted most of his words sounded like: "Oh, Jesus," "Oh, God," or finally a long drawn out "fffuuuhhckkk." But he also said other things. Things like, "Tolliver is going to be ecstatic that you're pregnant."

That was something I already knew.

"So will Titus and Walter," he slurred after he came in my mouth.

I swallowed a few times to get his semen down.

"Who?"

"Titus and Walter," he repeated. "You'll meet them tonight."

"And why will they be glad that I'm already pregnant?"

"They're coming over to see you tonight," he replied. "It's very important."

"Why is it important?"

"You'll have to trust us," Des replied. "It just is."

I was chagrined. "That's not a very good answer."

"Well, it's the only one you're going to get for the moment. In the bedroom with you," he demanded. "This isn't over yet."

No it wasn't. No matter how many times I brought up Titus and Walter, Des would dodge the question. For a few seconds I thought about dodging Desmond's dick, but I couldn't...or rather I wouldn't. I remembered how wonderful it was going through the motions of getting pregnant, and I certainly enjoyed repeating the process.

Later that day, after I took both the babies over to Des's mother's place, I started to walk into the dining room downstairs. But I stopped when I overheard new voices speaking.

"I can't get over her, mate," a voice said. "She's so fuckin' sexy for her age."

Hey! I thought. What do you mean for my age!

"Yeah," the other said. "She's perfect."

"How did you meet her again?"

"Des did all the work," R.J. answered. "Once Thea got a taste of black cock, she stuck with it as much as it stuck with her."

They laughed. "Shit!"

"Seriously," R.J. continued. "She loves having both of us around. Hell, she even has cock on the side which she thinks we don't know about."

Damn! They know?

"As long as the baby belongs to one of us, it's okay," Des replied.

I blushed. I knew right there and then that I'd have four cocks that Friday night. And since there were four men involved, I knew that each man would feel the age old yearn to perform more than once. Such a male competition goes back to the primal urge of all males involved in the mating.

The fact that there's only one female involved meant that she was the ultimate prize for the night.

I was never one for the sandwiching of bodies, although I'll be the first to admit I wasn't really used to it. It's just that Des and R.J. enjoyed having one sucked at one end while the other indulged in a little pussy action at the other.

These two men were different--very different! I had my very first triple penetration. We started with me sitting on Walter's dick and letting Titus feed his cock slowly into my ass, while Des stood in front of me. Since he was there anyway, I sucked him off. Later, when I got a mouth full of Des's cum, R.J. took his place.

That night I had Des, R.J., Titus, and Walter in my mouth, in my ass, and in my pussy. Once Titus spewed semen all over my tits, as Des and Walter carefully balanced my body so that Des pushed into my ass from underneath, while Walter took me from the top forcing his way into my pussy.

I thought I would loose my balance and fall, but they kept me perfectly balanced and as both dicks moved inside of me, I learned the sensational excitement of having two penetrations at once. Well, three actually, if you include the oral.

I was a mess by the time things ended [it had to be three or four hours of non-stop fucking]. I had sperm in my hair and on my face and ears, and my loins were bright red from the constant chafing. I don't think I could take another dick inside me for two weeks.

But it didn't matter. For the moment, they were all worn out too. There was only one problem.

"So you're gonna have another baby at forty," Titus murmured.

I nodded. "It certainly looks that way."

"Too bad it couldn't have been mine," he replied with a big smile. "Maybe next time."

Oh, my God! Not another one!

*

Part Four: The Conversation.

Nude, I got out of bed, revelling in the fact that the dark-skinned, strongly built naked young man next to me still admired my body. Happily, Tolliver still saw curves and feminine sensuality where I saw sags and wrinkles.

I tried to ignore the imploring look in his eyes, as I wiped myself down. As usual, he'd dumped a thick load of semen into the inner folds of my cunt. I sighed and wiped myself as well as I could. But cum kept oozing out of my pussy with each new wipe.

I looked at the clock. "Damn, it's time."

Dressing quickly with ease born of long practice in the hurriedness of the morning, I readied myself for work. How many times had we made love when one or the other man had come home, only to have me rush off to the bank in the morning?

He rolled over quickly, reaching for me, as I sat cross legged, one stocking half drawn on. But, friskily, I skipped up and out of reach. Laughing, I sat down on the far side of the bed to finish dressing.

He lay and watched me with a concentration I'd noticed before--even when supposedly satiated with sex, most men were never quite satisfied. Especially young, black men. As soon as I began the process of dressing, he acted as if the mystery was there again--just waiting to be revealed.

"Will you come home at noon?" R.J. asked.

"I don't have time at noon," I said. "Besides, you'll be asleep."

"I'd wake up for you."

I reached over and touched his thigh right next to his semi-inflated dick. "Don't I know it."

"I-I'm sorry about what Des did with Titus and Walter," he murmured. "At least he waited a little while. We needed to be sure of your pregnancy first."

"I thought you were the man who was comfortable with all this communal sharing," I replied with a grin.

The conversation paused while I continued to dress.

"I talked to Des about Shaleen," he said. "He's not as keen about sharing her as he is about sharing you."

I stopped. "What?"

"I don't know exactly why we did it, but I'm not so keen on sharing you, either."

"Y-you're not?" I looked him straight in his warm brown eyes. "But, R.J., I don't quite know how to say this--I-I don't mind."

"You don't mind?"

I smiled and brought my face in very close to his. "For thirteen years I had the dutiful wife's sex life made up of celebrating birthdays, anniversaries, and an occasional drunken weekend with sex," I began. "Then, for over five years, I had no sex life at all. Now, as a forty year old broad, I am enjoying the absolute best sex of my life--unprotected, by the way, and I wouldn't give it up for anything."

"Really?"

"And best of all, I'm going to give Darcie and Kane Michael another baby brother or sister to play with," I told him quietly. "Sure, this pregnancy will take a lot out of an old broad like me, but right now I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world."

Again there was a pause.

I grinned. "R.J., I'm just a slut for black cock. It's buried deep in my nature. Titus and Walter are welcome back again. I may still have a boy or two on the side--who knows? And Des is Des. I suspect that when Shaleen gets out of prison, she'll slide into the same sort of lifestyle, too."

"In spite of Des's objections?"

"She is her mother's daughter," I said. "And she certainly has a mind of her own. But don't upset Des with all this now."

I finished by putting my shoes back on. "Be awake by five-thirty this afternoon and we can try this again."

"But the kids will be awake," he sighed.

"Then we'll just have to take our pleasure where we can find it," I said, kissing him again. "Be creative."

"I have been creative," he replied. "It's my baby, you know."

I kissed him again, a bit slower, a bit sweeter. "I know she is."

"She?"

I nodded. "Mm-hmm. You'll just have to take my word for it."

"That does it," he said. "Five-thirty fuck! It's a date."

I smiled. "Yes, it is."