Bi Racial Baby No Strings Attached

Joyce and I and a mutual friend were working together at a daycare center. Joyce was a 30-year old black woman, and I was a white guy a year younger. Our friend thought that Joyce and I would be a good match, and her matchmaking skills succeeded in getting us together. Joyce and I dated for a couple of months, but our long-term plans probably meant that our relationship was going to have a limited shelf life. You should know that I am now 68 and am telling an old story.

One day, sort of out of the blue, Joyce said that she wanted to become a mother. Specifically, she wanted to have a biracial baby and asked me if I would be the father. She assured me that there would be no strings attached. She went out of her way to assure me that I would have no future responsibilities. After indicating my obvious surprise, I told her that I needed time to think about it. She said that she understood and kept telling me that she was not expecting anything from me after the birth of the baby. After thinking about this for a few days, I agreed to her proposal. Up until this point we had always used birth control.

Joyce knew exactly when she wanted this exercise to occur. Joyce and I were very fond of each other, and it was I who suggested that we check into a romantic inn. And that's what we did after abstaining from sex for a couple of weeks. Joyce and I already had a very exciting sexual relationship, and so this next couple of days would only involve a fine-tuning of our customary behavior. Among other things, she said that she wanted to have sex three times, twice missionary and once doggy.

About an hour after checking in to the inn, Joyce and I showered together. Showering together has always been my favorite form of foreplay. Joyce was a gorgeous chestnut-colored woman with breasts that could only be described as magnificent. They were probably a 40C or D and hung nicely. We spent about 20 minutes soaping up each other and feeling each other up. She said that I had a nice body, and I asked her what she liked the best. She placed one hand on my shoulder, and the other on my cock. Joyce was not the first woman who liked my shoulders. They were broad and nicely muscled. As we kept kissing and fondling each other, I told her that I wanted to tell her something very personal and that I should probably whisper it in her ear. So I proceeded to whisper this comment in her ear: "I am really in the mood for some deep, soaking-wet pussy." I'm pretty sure she could have already guessed that. After all, it had already been two weeks and I was as ready as any man could be. Not that it matters, but I was already sporting a 7.5-inch love tool that was hard and hungry.

Joyce and I got into bed and played a while before the main event. Joyce was at least as "backed up" as I, and it turned into an amazing session of lovemaking. I had previously told Joyce that I really liked my balls lightly giggled right at the point of no return. In addition to maximizing pleasure, this also encourages maximum sperm output. So the moment of truth arrived. I exploded deep inside her pussy, unleashing a furious series of wet jets deep into her silky and soaked love canal. For several minutes I kept my cock inserted in her pussy, sealing it and making sure that none of those baby makers leaked out.

Our second lovemaking session took place shortly before midnight, and this time I fucked her doggy style. I fucked her for the third time in the morning, returning to missionary. Not long before we were due to check out, Joyce surprised (blindsided?) me by saying that she had "feelings" for me. I think she wanted me to know that this was something more than a "business" transaction. She proceeded to say that she really wanted to make love one more time before checking out. This time there would be no agenda--just a nice time. I spent part of the time running my tongue up and down her pussy lips and working her clit. Joyce gave me probably the best blow job I had ever had, and I exploded in her mouth.

Joyce and I continued to see each other for another month, resuming our "regular" relationship, but now without using birth control. Believe it or not, I never saw her again, and I never learned whether she in fact had a baby. Over the years I tried to learn anything I could, but Joyce is apparently one of those people without a presence on the Internet.