Thining with My Dic

Close to a week had gone by while Diane and I shared our days and nights. On a typical day, it might be two o'clock in the afternoon, and I still couldn't think of anything else except for my lady. I'd usually call her on my morning break and over lunch. I figured I'd get the opportunity to telephone during afternoon break as well. The sound of her voice on the other end of the phone excited me almost as much as Diane telling me that we'd need to get together again after work tonight, if we were going to bring my fantasies to life. I felt a stirring down behind my zipper. "I was hoping you'd say that."

She giggled on the other end of the phone. "You know, I'm just as excited to have a real sex life again."

I needed to remind myself that I wanted to get some photos of the two of us together--maybe a professional portrait. I wanted to show her off to the guys at work. Eventually I'd bring her into the service center to introduce her to everyone, but for now a decent picture would do.

My friend and colleague, Lee, intercepted me as we walked out to write up a service contract for a vehicle. "Hey, T. A., wait up!" He trotted to catch up with me.

I turned back toward him. "Hey, bro. What's up?"

"Did you want to split off for a drink tonight after work? Haven't seen you in ages, man."

"Sorry Lee, I can't. Gotta get my ass back to Diane's tonight." I opened the car door to jot down the mileage.

"Jesus, Tim. That's all I've heard from you for days on end. Diane this and Diane that--Shit! You know things might be different if that white cunt didn't look exactly like your average

hausfrau

next door." Lee spat on the parking lot pavement. "As it is, I don't know what the hell you see in her."

"Don't go there, Lee!" I walked around him to look at the license plate. "I'm going to say this once and I'm never going to say it again." I wrote the plate number down on the sheet. "That old white hausfrau has been the best fuck of my life--bar none! And I've discovered some heavenly indulgences lingering deep inside that mature cunt. Besides, she's going to have my baby."

"Aww shit! Here we go again, T.A.--I thought all that baby shit was for play."

I shrugged. "No. I knew that if I found the right woman, it would be for real. Baby shit and all."

"You are certifiable."

I laughed. "I know. Anyway tonight I'm going back to meet with Diane and we're gonna have a nice home-cooked meal, then off to bed and fuck all night."

Lee sighed. "Guess that beats a beer at the Station."

"Thanks for the offer, man." I clapped him on the shoulder. "I give it a few months before things begin to drift back to normal."

***

Frankly, I doubt if things will ever go back to normal. That night Diane and I shared the exquisite delights of our magic together. My long mahogany wand cast deep spells inside her body making her shiver time and time again.

"Diane, open your eyes," I whispered into her ear. I had been nuzzling my nose into her earlobe, teasing it with my lips and teeth to toy with her dangling earring. My teeth left tiny marks along her earlobe.

She lay flat against the mattress again, cradling my weight on her abdomen and thighs, enveloping my cock within her loins. "Hmm?"

"Open your eyes and look at me, sweetheart."

She opened both of her eyes and gazed up into my own. Diane said nothing, although she continued to pant and gasp with our mutual exertion.

"I think we should get married," I murmured.

"What?" Her eyes widened.

"You heard me." I leaned forward to drive the total expanse of my dick deep into her moist pussy.

God, I could do this all night!

"Marry me. I love you."

She shook her head and groaned. "Tim-Andre, where did that come from?"

"We may as well be newlyweds anyway. We've spent every night together in bed since the day we met. Plus, every bout of lovemaking between us has been totally unprotected."

She exhaled a deep sigh. "Are you sure? When I look in the mirror all I can see are crow's feet and age lines etched along my forehead."

"And when I look down at you all I can see are your beautiful eyes and how they make my dick feel welcome whenever I'm inside of you like this." I shifted my weight over her. "Don't you understand? I want you with me more than anything. I want your body. I want your ovum to merge with a flood of my healthy sperm until we're positive you're pregnant with my child. That's something a married couple understands instinctively more than anyone else."

"Oh, Tim," Diane allowed her face to flush while we continued to conjoin time and again. "Let me...let me think about it."

"What's to think about? Marry me, Diane." I kept my eyes riveted on her blue eyes as I thrusted deeper with my cock burying its length and breadth totally into her compliant loins. "We'll conceive this child and then lovingly move on to the next one. What do you say?"

"I don't quite know what to say."

"How about yes?"

She sighed. "Maybe..." We continued to move together as an intimate couple for several minutes until her chest and neck flushed again. "I will tell you one thing."

"What's that?" I growled as I watched her body suddenly fall into the tremors of an orgasm.

Diane shuddered. "Ooo..." She clung to me for all she was worth while I watched her blush and tremble in the throes of her culmination. Her orgasm delayed any speech for several long minutes.

"Ooo! That sounded nice." I murmured in her ear.

"It-it was wonderful." Diane shivered as I began moving rhythmically inside her once again.

"So what were you going to say?" I asked, once we'd re-established our comfortably intimate motions.

"That I'm still planning on giving you your baby--marriage or otherwise."

Whew! Those words were all the impetus I needed. My body stiffened and lost all control. The aching nerve ganglia within my testicles ignited and sent a surge of pure liquid electricity out through the aperture at the business end of my penis. The end buried deep inside my forty year old white partner's vagina. Oh, the wetness--oh, the mess! Oh the absolute sheer joy! If Diane had an egg stowed away deep inside to give to me, I knew that I'd unleashed a veritable host of teeming sperm cells to engulf it. I knew that's what I wanted to do. That's what I did best.

I moaned softly as she clung to me and encouraged me to maintain both my depth and my balance.

"My goodness," Diane whispered. "You were certainly ready for me that time, weren't you?"

***

We moved into September as a sexually active couple. I can't begin to tell you the thrill I felt each time I went home to her or she came home with me for the night. We'd share dinner, conversation, dreams about what we wanted in our lives, and finally each other's intimate embraces.

"Diane." Reaching around her again trying to pull her even closer to me and not trying to hide the incredible bulge, which, since I was full foot taller than Diane, stuck into her ribs rather than her abdomen, I dropped my head down close to her ear. "Would you give me the honor of allowing me to make love to you?"

She jerked her head up and gasped. "Wh-what?" Her pupils began to dilate and her own heart quickened. I knew I looked so different from anyone else in her life. I was tall and young and virile and muscular and--I guessed that she tried to think of anything to add to her list of my traits before she came back to the obvious one of skin color. "Without birth control I suppose."

"Naturally."

Absentmindedly, Diane shrugged and nodded in agreement. She didn't struggle in the least as I turned her around and walked her slowly toward the double bed in her bed room. A splash of hormones washed over her muscles, and Diane's body quickly decoded a lot of complex messages from her conscious and subconscious minds: First and foremost, we had no protection--no birth control. Next, while Diane was fifteen years older than I was, she was still vibrant, alive, and a very sensual being. After all, I was an adult male with incredible sexual charisma, if I do say so myself.

All right, I could tell she was thinking,

Here comes the big one—I'm black and she's white. That thought alone should put a stop to this nonsense.

"Tim-Andre, tell me," Diane whispered. "Do you want me because I'm white?"

"I want you because you're a vivacious, funny, loving, concerned mother candidate with a great looking ass--who just happens to be gorgeous, mature, and rather paler skinned than I am," I replied. "What do you think?"

"Sometimes I don't know what to think."

"Well, if you did know what to think, what would you say?"

"I think I'd say..." she whispered. Nerve impulses raced through her system stimulating her arousal even more. "Okay...just one more time."

"Good answer," I smiled.

Once she opened my robe, Diane discovered that I'd been more than ready for her all along. Except for the pink flesh of my palms and the bottoms of my feet, my skin showed a deep dark wrought iron delight. I walked casually over to the other side of the room and carefully laid my robe down on the dresser.

When I turned back toward her, Diane shuddered--and grinned. My engorged erection stood totally mahogany brown-black. Once she allowed me to fuck her, she'd have to take my darkness deep into her inner body--deep into that place where only special men are allowed.

My hands played with the buttons clasped in front of her light dress. One by one each button slipped free from its corresponding eyelet. My hands went to the hem of her gown, and I pulled it quickly upward from her hips and over her head. Then my hands went to the straps on her chemise, easily peeling away the white strips of cloth from her shoulders. Except for her matching cotton panties, Diane stood completely exposed.

I went to my knees in front of her and slowly--ever so slowly--peeled Diane's panties away from her hips, ass, and loins. Then I pulled them down her thighs past her knees and calves down to her ankles. Lifting one foot and then the other, Diane stepped out of her panties.

Oh God, now there was nothing between her and me. Nothing!

"So what do you think so far?" Diane whispered, trying to keep from giggling nervously, as I leaned in to kiss her pubic mound.

My eyes swept over her again, and then I grinned broadly and sat back down on the bed.

"Magnificent."

Smiling, Diane moved to the center of the room, facing the bed, she took a step towards me, put her hands on her hips in the classic fashion model stance, looked into my eyes, and then smiled a little self-consciously.

"Not much to look at I'm afraid."

"Don't say that." I breathed out loudly as though in awe. "You are breath-taking."

I suspect it had been a long time since a man had looked at Diane with even half as much desire as she saw reflected in my eyes; it was certainly a boost to Diane's ego to find her body being admired. Holding herself a little straighter, she allowed me to feast my eyes for as long as I wished. After a while she took yet another step closer to me.

My eyes grew even wider with desire. "God, you are a beautiful woman."

"Really? That's so sweet of you to say."

"Turn around and let me see the rest of you." Diane did as I asked and turned around. She'd gotten excited just standing there being admired, her nipples already hard. Now she could feel new juices flowing.

"Come over here, gorgeous," I demanded. Then, as she began to turn, I said: "No, don't turn around, step backward towards me."

I think she thought this was a surprising request, but she did as I asked and stepped backwards slowly until she felt my hand caress the small of her back. My touch made her skin tingle with exhilaration, and so, when I put both hands on Diane's waist to draw her closer to me, her whole body became covered in goose bumps.

From the first I could sense that this time was different. Little things played across Diane's face as she became preoccupied with my careful control of emotional energy versus her own desire to hurry the process. A powerful display of kinetic, mechanical, and electrical energies competed with each other under the manipulation of his hands and body. These energies played off each other--alternating or replacing each other as necessary.

My hesitant touch explored her body. I drew Diane back until she stood between my legs, then my hands began to stroke her body, passing over the upper back in slow sensual circles before moving down to the dimples of her buttocks and the backs of her thighs.

Closing her eyes, Diane let the sensations of my touch wash over her; it had been ages since she'd felt this loved, and Diane savored the feelings of arousal to the fullest.

Moving my large hands onto her buttocks, I stroked and squeezed her fleshy ass. At times my fingers followed the crevice of her bottom down then under, but each time I stopped just short of stroking her pussy. I must have been driving Diane crazy!

"Your skin is so soft." I said as I continued to stroke her. My fingers ran slowly along a couple of stretch marks from her pregnancy a few years ago. "So inviting."

She quaked, and her voice audibly choked back a little sob.

"Diane, what's wrong?"

"N-nothing," she mumbled. "That is nothing I can explain. Please don't stop."

"Stop? Not a chance."

Careful examinations of Diane's arms, shoulders and neck preceded my light diffident fingertips slowly flowing across her perfect cameo-white breasts. I let my fingers slowly circle her stiffening nipple once, twice, three, four times until Diane took a deep breath to try to contain the sheer pleasure of the touch. Then I dropped my lips down to her raw standing nipple and sucked it totally into my mouth with a single breath.

Diane choked back a soft moan. She opened her eyes to see my long, black-brown muscular body straddling her own white body, beginning to pin her under two hundred pounds of sheer muscle, bone, and hard flesh--all the while sucking ecstatically on her swelling nipples one after another. Diane trembled and shuddered. She knew her shudder fell short of what it could have been, but she realized that a few more degrees of intensity and her shudder might have become an orgasm.

My kisses traveled up from her breasts to her lips, and Diane hungrily took my mouth and tongue into her own mouth so she could taste my essence herself. Diane lay quietly as I squirmed into position.

Fingering the flesh beneath her fingertips and nails, Diane ran her hands freely over my muscular hips. Squirming and shifting several times under my weight, Diane reached down to take hold of my erected dick. Her fingers did a full Braille number on the soft mushroom-like glans topping my cock. She felt the trickle of sticky fluid pulse softly from the little pee-slit right in its center.

Diane invited me--her young partner into her body. "I need you."

Ever so slowly, ever so carefully, I wedged my cock against Diane's moistened loins. With token resistance, my white partner accepted the strength of the firm black penis lodging into the pliant tissues of her vaginal sheath. Then Diane pulled against the weight and mass of my hips, enfolding my erection totally--entirely within her.

Dilated by my phenomenal thickness, Diane groaned as she felt my ardent thrusts pressing deeply into her. Was this definitely the deepest penetration she'd ever experienced? She glanced up to see my dark eyes scanning her face. When our eyes locked, Diane saw something new in my gaze--something akin to pure emotional joy. Then she felt the increase of my pace. I moved even closer shifting my hold on her to leave even less room between us--belly to belly, hips to hips, or breasts to chest.

According to all the literature, the best aphrodisiac is your partner's natural response to mutual intimacy. I tried to fight back the urge to expend all of my pent up sexual energy right at that moment in time, and in doing so, I exhaled a longing animal moan which touched the primitive roots of Diane's mind at the very core. Our combined mental and emotional stresses had cramped our muscles and flushed our skins with sweat, heat and thousands of nerve endings which demanded a say in the momentum of the directions which our bodies had taken.

Diane let loose a louder more carnal catlike moan. She couldn't believe how close she'd come to a climax under my young black dick.

Nevertheless, I decided upon one last test for her.

Totally wracked by my mental stress now centered solely on the sensations that surrounded the fortunate fleshy extension of his body which I'd thrust deeply into the joyous warmth of the white woman beneath his thrusts. With one last iota of control, I whispered in her ear: "I'm liable to cum soon, Diane. Do you want me to pull out?"

"Wha--?"

"If you want me to pull out, you'd better tell me now, Diane?"

"P-pull out?" She wrapped her arms around my back. "No, no...sss-stay!"

"Thank you, lover." A final wave of yearning flashed like the shock of an electrical eel, charging all of my emotions to flash headlong down the nerve impulses from my brain to my testicles. I bucked twice and grunted.

Then Diane opened her mouth. "Omigod!" She held her breath. For a split second, Diane and I knew precisely what was about to happen between us, yet she could do absolutely nothing to prevent it. "Omigod!"

My basic desires transmuted into pure hot liquid as my body convulsed at the groin and propelled a mad torrent of sperm out from my reproductive system. Spurting forth in a desperate bid for freedom, my semen spewed wildly down the length of my penis to splash out from the single eyelet which would allow my living seed to burst free to seek its destiny. Of course such freedom would be short lived.

Intimately coupled as she was to me, Diane trapped the escaping wash of my rushing semen as it cascaded forth from my spewing cock. The hot spill of sticky, flowing wetness cached and pooled in the tender intimate tissues of the woman who'd agreed to bear my child. As she lay silently beneath me, my body continued to pump a dribbling stream of warm sperm into Diane's womb. Our juices flowed in and around each other's loins, so that the wetness continued to soak each other's vital organs even as we lay linked together.

"Mmmm." I guessed she didn't want to move. "Th-that felt so good," Still shivering, Diane sighed. "I can hardly believe it."

"You were wonderful, Diane," I murmured as I held tightly to her. "Just wonderful."

"I'll bet you say that to all your thirty-five year old girlfriends."

"No," I snickered. "Only the ones who let me fuck them."

Diane's eyes popped wide open. I could see the intensity in her face as it said:

Wow! I just let this black man fuck me again!

Her pussy was saturated with wet, sticky, teeming sperm from the reproductive system of a potent young black man.

Very carefully I rolled off of her and sank down onto my side of the bed. Diane reached out and touched my arm and my hip. We were soaked in perspiration--our combined sweat. Soon realizing that she was exhausted from her physical workout with me, Diane suddenly became very, very sleepy. She snuggled against the warmth of my body and closed her eyes.

I dropped my fingers down to her pussy and slowly played with all the sticky juices we'd churned up together where our loins had connected.

"No," she groaned. "Let me sleep, Tim, just for a minute."

I smiled. As long as Diane slept next to me, my sperm would sweep through her body searching out a hospitable ovum. I threw my arm over her body and held her close. "G'night, sweetheart. You get some well deserved rest."