Username: blackgangbangs Date: 07-10-2011 02:32:41 Mood: in love Music:

You see, it appears that my fourty six year old body seemed to forget that I was merely his baby's grandmother. So after weeks of messy barebacked, unprotected sex, I was now the expectant mother-to-be of Desmond's new baby as well. 

The daddy-to-be was very quiet for a minute. "M-m-my baby?" 

"There's nobody else in my life, Desmond Emmons. You know that," I replied. I lifted up my face and pressed my nose and lips close to his face to kiss him. "Besides things like this are bound to happen when you spend so much quality time inside the best pussy you ever had in your life." 

A little voice at the table giggled and echoed: "Dannma poosie!" 

My face went red once again. Now I know she did that on purpose. 

Desmond laughed and then he literally pulled me out of my chair, spun me around, and threw his big hands around me to hug me very very close. "I think that's wonderful. Did you hear that, Darcie? You're gonna have a baby brother or sister!" 

Darcie celebrated by dumping her supper dish upside down on the floor. 

"Dannma poosie!" 

Desmond celebrated by carrying me upstairs to our bedroom and re-enacting all the steps which got me this way in the first place. 

"I shall search all the seven seas for my great white whale!" he said. 

Oh, I'll look like whale all right, I thought. 

"And when I find her," he murmured. "I shall drag her alongside with me and have my way with her." 

"Aye-aye, Captain!" I replied. "Whatever you say." 

* * * 

So much has happened to me over the last week, I hardly know where to begin. 

Somewhere around eighteen or nineteen weeks ago, I'd laid awake for an entire night totally aware of my own body's workings. Something inside me had changed significantly. I've had a number of people tell me since then that I must have imagining things, but on that particular night, I'd been fucked in both the cunt and the ass by Des, the young black ex-convict who'd been living with me, and I knew he'd spurted a very potent load of living African American sperm deep into my womb. For the entire time I laid awake, I wondered if I could've done something to prevent the inevitable, but I realized I didn't want to interfere with what the two of us seemed to be pushing to happen. 

Be honest, Linda, I told myself. You may as well have planned it this way. 

Although I'd gotten absolutely no sleep that night, I knew two things in my gut the next morning--one, that I was pregnant, and two, that I wanted to keep this baby. 

Last week, Des and I went to have an ultrasound performed, and we found out that Desmond's little daughter, Darcie, by my own teen-aged daughter, Shaleen, was going to have a brand new baby brother--from me, Darcie's grandmother. 

Desmond reached out, grabbed me around my waist, patted me on the ass, and kissed me, the fourty six year old mother of his baby and both the lab technician and the nurse turned brilliant shades of pink while he did so. The nurse, Nan, was probably in her early thirties, the lab tech, whose name I promptly forgot, was much younger. 

Although the younger woman was in a hurry to leave us behind, I could see that Nan seemed both confused and turned on by Des's openly affectionate and possessive behavior with his older white woman; so, before I left, I pulled out a wrinkled sheet of paper I'd downloaded from that website. I wrote my phone number on it, folded it up, and handed it to her. 

"Keep this," I said. "Read it later when you're sure you're alone." 

"What is it?" 

"You'll see," I said. "It turned my life around." 

Nan glanced down at my large belly, smiled and nodded. "Oh, well, I guess something sure changed your life." 

I smiled too. "You wouldn't believe how much," I replied. 

Holding me tightly to him, Des walked me out of the radiology lab and to the parking lot. He did not let go of me until we reached my car 

"Do you think she'll call you?" Des asked. I told him of the private encounter, after we got into the car. 

"Yes, I do," I answered. "She kept staring at you. I could see all those questions in her eyes. And all the longing as well. She'll call...someday." 

"Don't go back to work today, Linda," he said. "I want to take you home right now." 

"Now? What for?" 

"I want to say hello to my baby boy," Desmond answered. 

What did that mean, I wondered for most of the drive home? But once we'd arrived, he carefully peeled off all my clothes. 

"I want you to hold this ultra-sound picture," Des said as he started in on his own clothing. 

"Why?" 

"Think about it," he said, soon standing gloriously naked before me, his large thick dick slowly elevating in an up and coming erectiion. Then Des pointed to the baby's obviously male parts displayed in the picture. "If you hadn't invited this bigger package to plant its seed so deep inside you, we'd never have been able to produce this little package right here." 

I wasn't quite wet yet, but I was so thrilled with Des's words at that second that I let myself succumb to his happy display of affection. He pushed me down on the bed and threw both his arms up in the air. 

"I love this pussy!" 

[And in my head, I heard my grandbaby, Darcie squeal: "Poosiee!] 

I hardly remember how Desmond was able to get so deep inside me, only that he was there and moving, and I was telling him that I loved him, and I was crying big tears of sadness and tears of joy and God knows what other sort of tears. As I mentioned before, when my black man learned he was going to be a father, he celebrated by re-enacting the circumstances that both of us did to get him to be a father in the first place. I think it must be a cultural thing. Or maybe just a black male thing. 

And all I could think of was that I had friends my own age who were grandmothers just like I was, and yet here I was pregnant with a tiny unborn boy child. Life can be very tricky. 

Then my mind got hijacked by a really gentle wave of gestalt energy spinning like a tornado around the persistant plunging of Desmond's thrusting dick, and my tears were interspersed with an incredible shiver of ecstasy. I came in a wash of liquid. Then Desmond grunted and came, and suddenly I found myself squirming under a warm flow semen spurting into me like a thick hose trying to spray out hot flames. 

Why is it I allowed myself to get pregnant? I asked myself. Then I looked up into Des's dark contented face, and suddenly, I knew the answer. I had made this black man happy just by allowing him to do what comes so naturally to him. And together we had smoothed the rough edges that prison and social humiliation had cut into his masculine self esteem. I could tell from my young black man's manner that he wanted to tell anybody and everybody who'd listen, that he'd fathered a baby boy with an older white woman. 

Tyreer arrived this week. Des didn't bother to warn me in advance. Tyree was just there on the couch when I arrived home. 

"We've been waiting for you," Des told me as he introduced me to this absolutely huge black man who sat there quietly looking me over. 

"Des told me you were his baby's grandma," Tyree said standing up and walking over to me. "But you're way too young to be a grandmother." 

"Uh-huh," I let a smile creep across my face. "I'll bet some of the lines you use on a woman could melt butter in winter." 

"Whoa, shit! Des, I like this one." 

"Yeah," my black lover said. "Me too." 

"So where's Darcie?" I asked. 

"I called my Mom and Aunt Eva to come and pick her up. Didn't you get my message?" 

"Guess not," I replied. I noticed that both men watched me while I kicked off my shoes and took off my cardigan sweater. It threw me at first and then I decided to ignore it. "Are you two hungry?" 

"Ravenous!" Tyree smiled. "But not particularly for food." 

Puzzled, I looked over to Desmond. He shrugged and then said: "Now that his release is official, I've invited Tyree to stay the weekend." 

"The weekend?" I repeated. 

"All weekend," Des said, then he smiled at me. "Don't worry, Linda. Tyree is one of the gentlest lovers you'll ever know." 

"What!" I yelped in shock. "But I'm over 8 months pregnant!" I turned to Tyree. "I'm carrying Desmond's son." 

"I can see that lovely lady," Tyree said. "Frankly, it makes you look just more feminine--more delicious." 

The last time I was pregnant, some seventeen plus years ago when I was expecting Darcie's mother, my husband at the time backed off from sex after I began to show. There I was just as horny as ever, and he hadn't wanted to touch me. The exact opposite had been true with Des, we continued to have a very active sex life from the weeks before I conceived right up to the present. Now, I was caught totally by surprise. Not only was Des fucking me regularly, but he calmly informed me that I'd be available for Tyree as well. 

"He won't be here forever, like I'll be," Desmond told me. "But while Ty's here, he's gonna be treated right." 

"But, Des," I whined. 

"Shhh," he whispered. "I told you there was nothing I'd ever ask you to do that you couldn't handle, remember?" 

All I could do was stare into his eyes. They were a soft deep brown, and suddenly, I remembered that I could trust the black man those eyes belonged to. So slowly I nodded my head in agreement. 

He smiled. "Good girl." 

I was hungry for some food, but the two of them promised that they'd take me out later that evening--afterwards. 

I stood silently quiet while four hands undressed me. Once the plump roundness of my belly bulged out into room, I blushed. It hadn't been that long ago that I stood trim and shapely in the dim light. Now I felt like I must look like some lily white gourd shaped alien with ultra-sensitive over-engorged tits--Mickey Mouse ears drooping over my round plump pregnant belly. 

Soon I laid quietly naked on the bed. I laid on my back with my head pushed off the edge of the bed. Des stood at my head, his engorged black dick slipping in and out of my mouth using that strange angle to try to ram the length of his black cock deep down into my throat. 

I was leaning toward Des, so I could only feel the other huge man lying sideways against the back of my thighs tightly wedged against my buttocks. But I certainly felt every single inch of Ty's cock as the large black man fitted his cock to my puffy vulva and pressed it forward--a bit too eagerly into my anxious loins. I found out he was only twenty-one years of age, now I had an even younger man plunging in and out of my open pussy. 

As with Des, I was the first woman Ty had fucked since leaving the penatentary. Apparantly that was something that Des had set up for him while Ty was still in prison. It would have been nice if he'd confirmed it with me. 

"Payback," Minivan Mom had called it on that website. Payback for all the wrongs committed to these men over years, decades and centuries. This was something we owed these men--she said. 

I tried hard to fight the gag reflex that happened when Des pressed too deeply down my throat, but something else surprised me. I knew my own pussy swelled and went slick with wetness during the happy moments when I was fucking Des. but it had taken me a couple days and several tries to get comfortable fucking the father of my unborn boy child, but I realized that this time, since I learned to trust Desmond's instincts so much, that I was nearing a gripping climax from the very first time that this young, oversized black ex-con had packed his large dick inside my receptive cunt. 

I had two black men using my white body, and it felt wonderful. The fact that I carried the child of one of them within me made it even more fulfilling. 

Desmond cried out as he filled my throat and mouth with his cum. There was so much I started to choke, but as he backed his dick out of my throat, I was able to swallow the first few loads. 

Tyree grunted and came a few moments later. The warm wet flow of pure semen creampied all over my pussy, making me look like some cream filled pastry. The significance of the whole event felt so wonderful that an unbidden thought came over me: "Maybe I should allow Tyree to impregnate me next time." 

Oh, shit! What was that all about? Suddenly my face flushed and my body shuddered through a mind-bending climax. I moaned very softly at first, then louder and finally I gasped uncontrollably. Moments later, I heard the voices of both men chuckling over my moans. 

"You were right, Des," Tyree murmured. "This gotta be one fine piece o' ass." 

"ell yes, even better than my baby's mama," Des said. 

"Whatchu talkin' about?" Ty laughed. "This is yo' baby's mama." 

Desmond laughed, and placed his hand on my abdomen. "Do you think I could forget that?" 

I was gasping so hard I could hardly talk. "Well, I sure as hell can't forget it!" 

Later that night, after we'd all taken time to rest, Tyree went to take a shower. For some strange reason I felt the need to tell Des about my errant thought. 

Surprisingly, he just laughed. "He'd sure as hell love that." 

"What?" I sat my naked body up on the bed to look him in the yes. "Aren't you angry that I'd think that way?" 

Des laughed again. "Angry? Sweetheart, I'd be upset if you didn't think that way. Did you think this would be the last black baby you'd ever carry?" 

"Well, no, but I guess I thought we'd--" 

"Maybe we will," he said cuddling me closely. "And maybe your next baby will belong to someone else. The only thing I can absolutely guarantee you is that your next baby will be black." 

I looked back into his face to see if he was serious, but Des just smiled at me. 

I smiled back. "Yeah, I can pretty much guarantee that, too." 

Username: blackgangbangs Date: 17-10-2011 04:52:27 Mood: in love Music: