Chapter 3

Dear Mom,

I don't think there is anything more romantic and sexy than falling asleep in the arms of the man who is about to make you pregnant with his baby. Having Darrell's arms around me all night made me feel warm and safe, like a little bird in a nest, a love nest. Although asleep, I could feel Darrell moving to adjust to my every shift in position. I was tucked into the crook of his body, held gently in his arms, his fingers on my nipples. At other times he held my hand around him letting my fingers play with his chest hair while is butt caressed my pussy. Later, toward morning, I guess, my sleep deepened and I dreamed.

I was on a sailboat; it was an idyllic scene, warm sun, soft fluffy clouds, and a warm breeze. The boat rocked gently, the waves lapping at the sides. I felt good, almost tipsy and aroused although no one was around. The rocking increased and I began to grip the sides of the boat tightly. As I looked out, the waves were becoming higher and the deck of the little craft began to heave as each swell lifted and dropped the tiny craft. I became alarmed and as my fear increased so did my arousal. Suddenly, I was looking at a huge have towering above me threatening to crash down and sweep me overboard. The deck fell away from me as the boat dropped into the trough. My heart was pounding as the mountain of water above me began to fall over me and I...

CAME!

I was thrashing and bucking as the most powerful orgasm I could imagine wracked my body. I realized the side of the boat I gripped so fiercely was the neck and shoulders of Darrell as he buried his face in my pussy. I lay spent in his hands. Although he had just brought me to a gut-wrenching climax, he didn't stop his perfect worship of my sex. He continued to lick and suck, alternating languorous laps of my pussy lips with quick attacks on my clit. The sea was becoming rough again as I felt another powerful orgasm begin in me. All I could do was to hold on and wait for the next cataclysm. I know I was screaming, but whether they were obscenities or just wild animal mating cries, I could not say. I was beyond pleasure. Darrell had taken me to another plane, another dimension of existence in which noting existed except my sex and his mouth. I shuddered, grew rigid, and surrendered my body to an orgasm that must have fried millions of brain cells. Blackness overcame me.

My next perception was a gentle knocking. I was back in Darrell's arms and his eyes were closed. The knocking came again, more insistently. "Wake up, in there you guys! Time for breakfast. You can't keep that up without food," Martin's voice boomed jovially. Darrell opened his eyes and winked at me, giving me the idea he had just been playing possum. I then noticed his fingers were in me and that was not the only thing he was playing. No wonder I woke up so horny! A little reluctantly he untwined his arms from mine and went to the door.

Oh, Mom! You won't believe what I saw when the door swung open: Sidney! Martin was in the background smiling proudly. Directly in front of me was my sweet, wonderful, loving husband dressed in the CUTEST French maid uniform I'd ever seen! The skirt was short, short, short and showed off his black stockings really well. He was so sexy, my pussy clinched, and I don't even go for girls that much! Who knows how long it had taken Martin to get him shaved and primped and done up like that! He was just gorgeous standing there looking a little uncomfortable with a tray of coffee, bacon, eggs, toast, cream cheese, butter, jam and juice! The aromas of the delicious meal quickly reminded me that I had been so busy dancing and having fun with the guys in the restaurant last night, I had never actually eaten anything. Cum alone just can't quell your appetite, Mom.

Believe it or not, Mom, for several minutes, the need for nourishment drove the urge to get fucked from my mind. I was so ravenous I fairly fell on the food. Darrel just looked at me and grinned; he could wait to get his fill. Martin sent Sidney back to the kitchen to prepare another couple of omelets and squeeze more juice. As soon as he was gone, I jumped up out of the bed and flew to Martin's arms, and gave him the biggest sloppiest "thank you" kiss I could manage. He just patted my bottom and told me to save it.

Mom, I've got to admit to being a little bit naughty with Darrell. Well of course planning to let a handsome black guy I'd met only a few weeks ago fuck me silly and make me pregnant while my darling Sidney watches is already pretty naughty, huh? But I mean naughty TO Darrell. He was hungry, too and was really scarfing down the breakfast that Sidney had brought him. His plate included a pile of pancakes, hash browns and a strip steak. I guess Martin figured HE was going to be working hard that morning and needed some REAL FOOD. I was pretty full, but not enough that I could pass up the opportunity to slither under the covers and find Darrell's prick.

Mom, I don't think he EVER gets completely soft. It was just a perfect size for slurping when my mouth found it. Darrell was so busy eating he didn't realize what I was doing for a minute. When he did, he started laughing, telling me to stop and then just started moaning. His prick became hard instantly and I was giving it a real workout with my lips and tongue. Suddenly he was braying like a Bramah bull and bucking. Mom, he just erupted in my mouth shooting more sperm than I could swallow. It ran out of my mouth down onto his pubic hair and balls, making a big mess on the sheets and probably soaking through to the mattress. It was a sperm deluge: all for little me. What a feeling of power, Mom. Me, your sexy daughter, made this big hunky black man cum uncontrollably.

When the eruption was over, I went back to sucking out the last delicious drops of Darrell's jism. He tasted sooo good, Mom. Do you think that was just because I knew that soon that same wonderful sticky white goo would be shooting into my pussy giving me my very first baby? A black baby?

Fortunately Sidney had been there to grab the tray and prevent my little "interruption" from spilling eggs and coffee and pancakes all over the bed. When Darrell had recovered from his orgasm, he just waved Martin and Sidney to stand back.

Taking me firmly by the shoulders he asked with a twinkle in his eye, if I knew it was naughty to tease a big black man with my sexy little white body. I grinned sheepishly and nodded yes. He asked if I knew how dangerous it was playing sexy games with him when I was fertile. I nodded again. Was sure I wanted him to put his big black cock inside my hot little hole and shoot me full of his potent baby-making sperm? His finger was inside me, holding me on the brink of orgasm and my clenching pussy gave him my response. He leaned over me and took one of my nipples in his mouth and began sucking me. My pussy spasmed again and gushed a little more. Mom, it was just so sexy. He continued to toy with my breast as he looked up and asked me if wanted a little baby to suck on these tits, a little black baby with thick sucking lips to drink my sweet milk?

Darrell looked over at Martin who gave him a thumbs up sign and then at Sidney who was looking terribly sad. Martin saw it too and put his arm around Sidney and told him again how lucky he was to have such a sexy wife. I just moaned and said yes, yes, I wanted him to give me a baby so bad.

Darrell said that was just what he was going to do but first he wanted my little pussy to be as warm and welcoming of his seed as possible and began to kiss his way down my body. When he came to my waist he dug his tongue into my navel, causing me to squirm, but he held me firmly. His face was in my tummy kissing and nibbling me, but I heard him ask again if this is where I wanted his baby; did I want my flat little tummy turned into a round fat pregnant belly, stretched tight with his big black baby. That was it, Mom, I started to cum and cum.