After straining to get both of them inside me, I finally remembered to relax and enjoy it. We shifted around a bit and got more comfortable, and instantly I felt the resistance soften, and Leroy slid up so that he was pressed snugly against my cervix, which set off the first explosion. Jason couldn't believe how hot it all was and seemed to be getting ready to cum, but I stopped him and settled him down; I wanted them both to cum at once. I felt I had to get juices flowing without too much movement, I didn't want anyone going off who wasn't pointed at the target, yet things were beginning to cool for a minute.
To revive the flames I turned my head and whispered to Jason, "Would you get excited if I kissed Leroy right in front of your face?" I turned back to Leroy and planted my mouth on his. I tried to maintain some composure, but within seconds of our tongues touching, I couldn't stop myself from releasing the little girl moans I had been holding in. When I gave in to the kiss, I felt myself open and relax even more. Both men commented about how sexy and slick I was, inferring that I was loose, but without really complaining. Hearing them express that I was stretched was so erotic, so validating, such a confirmation that my secretly favourite word was something that now applied to me: slut.
Then men both started to move together, and then I could feel one then the other getting really deep. Both cocks slid in and out with more urgency, feeding each other's desire.
Now that both men were synchronized, I knew I would be feeling the ultimate fire hose of sperm. They both held in me and started to make familiar noises. One shot first, a bold, strong burst of semen deep into me; I thought I could almost hear it. Then they were both shooting, spurting fiercely at my cervix, trying to compete to be the father. My head was swimming; I had never felt anything like this, and knew that black men and ovulation were going to be part of my future. I couldn't live without this feeling.
(The only comparable experience I've had was an enema. That's the feeling of such intense pressure deep inside, a spurting release of a surprising amount of warm liquid into a long untouched part of me. I had never felt anything in my cervix except my own kids before tonight, and they mostly stretched me like the proverbial bowling ball coming out of your ass. I didn't associate that with sexual pleasure when it happened, but it did stretch me wide and generally worked in the old cervix. After that, it was always a treat when hubby would nudge it, if I was in the right position. I always imagined the heaven I would feel if a big black one was in there, pressed snugly against it. I had spent many hours with my favourite vibe planted right at the gates to the inner sanctum, imagining my black stud's sperm shooting deep into my core, and let it hum away...)
Finally after each man spurted 6 or 8 shots of powerful sperm deep inside my stretched vagina, the relentless pounding softened for a bit. Eventually they pulled out of me, leaving me oozing all over the place.
The men cleaned me up enough to take me home, stuffing rolled up toilet paper inside me to prevent leaks. They gathered my things and drove me home; then they dropped me off in front of my place. I wasn't really drunk, but my legs were wobbly as I carefully made my way up the steps to the side door and snuck into the house, listening to hear where Randy was. I was afraid if he found me like this, he'd know, and I still wasn't sure I wanted him to know. At least not yet. It was kind of sexier that he didn't. The realization that I might be (okay, well, OBVIOUSLY was) pregnant meant that eventually I would be forced to tell him everything, and that was turning me on, somehow. I wanted that, to be forced to tell him that I was pregnant, that another man had impregnated me on purpose and I'd eagerly let him, that my stud was a random black man with a giant cock, one of my many new lovers, and that I wanted a black baby more than anything, almost. I decided to leave it for now, sneak into bed, and pretend I was too tired to play tonight.
He was asleep, and because I was careful he didn't wake up at first. I tried to stay quiet and not move until I drifted off. Carefully I removed the plug the men had inserted and cum came oozing out. Inevitably, Randy awoke and rolled over to caress and snuggle me. I couldn't help but respond and got excited thinking he would discover my vaginal secret, oozing out of me. He worked his way down there and started licking me. I was going crazy with lust, expecting him to say something. He just kept licking and sucking me, more turned on than I could remember ever seeing him. He eventually breathed, "I love you like this..." and resumed licking very deeply inside me.
He knew, but he wasn't coming out and saying it. And he obviously genuinely loved it. This realization forced me to manoeuvre my mouth over to his crotch so I could grab his cock and start licking him, giving him The Treatment. I wondered if he knew or accepted that from now on, this was the most likely way we would both satisfy each other after my black lovers had serviced me and stretched me out really loose. While we both loved 69, we just never seemed to get here anymore. But due to a welcome change, he wouldn't feel much inside my huge pussy anymore, maybe the odd time when he's really horny, I'll let him; after all, he shoots harmless blanks. But most of the time we would lick and suck each other: I sucked his nice but no longer nearly adequate cock, and he licked out my lover's thick, gooey, warm, powerful impregnating sperm from my fertile depths. It sounded like an arrangement made in heaven to me; I hoped he felt the same.
He began to use his fingers to easily stretch me open, and I was soaking the bed. Eventually when I was wide open and gooey again, he slid inside and stroked me gently, our tongues magnetically inseparable until he squirted harmlessly into my reawakened birth canal—probably five minutes, only lasting that long because he already suspected and had rubbed himself raw as soon as I'd called him last night. He kissed me all over and then covered me up, tucking me in for a good sleep, whispering what I already knew: how much he loved me.
