It was the end of November. I thought of November as starting to stay inside weather. My black lover, Robert figured any weather was inside weather.
My whole world was reeling right in the middle of the holiday season. But all I could think of for a holiday celebration had to do with sex. In fact, I was supposed to be out shopping, but I met Robert at the mall, and we went back to the motel together. After all it was inside weather.
I found myself, unable to say why, but I just stared at this tall very good looking black man. Robert is about 6' 4", and weighs about 210 pounds. His shoulders are broad, his hips are fairly slim, and he is about ten years older than I am. Close cropped hair, a bushy mustache, impeccably dressed, and politely mannered, no wonder Mom says all the women at work chase after him.
I couldn't help but wonder why he chased after me. Still it was a brand new day. I couldn't help myself, I stared at Robert. I stared at Robert's dark skin. He was so God damned black, that I had to wonder if his f****y ever had any white bl**d mixed in. I even stared at the way his mouth was shaped. He was puffing on one of those black tobacco cigarettes.
He caught me staring. "Are you just going to sit there and stare, or are you going to take your clothes off?"
My hands went for my blouse buttons, and then I stopped. "Give me a cigarette," I demanded of Robert.
"You shouldn't start smoking," he answered as he put his own cigarette out. "You're too young to smoke."
"I'm not too young to fuck," I replied petulantly. "I think I'm old enough to make up my own mind."
"I don't want you to have a cigarette," he said. "It ruins the taste of your pussy."
"I want a woman’s cunt to taste like a woman, not like a goddamn cigarette," he said, taking off his clothes. "Now take off your clothes. I’m going to fuck you."He didn't have to tell me twice.
There was none of the pain the second time. He'd waited a week for me to heal, and then we came together. I can laugh as I write that. "We came together." That's not exactly true, but it's very close to the truth. I lay naked in that very same motel room, and Robert climbed up on top of my stomach and thighs, and then in a loving motion, Robert placed his thick black dick against my cunt. With a few careful shoves, he was inside me.
I gasped. But this time he felt really good. Like I said there was no pain this time, just a pure accommodating wetness deep inside my loins. Both my body and my mind wanted his black dick in there.
I remember so much more from our second time. First, Robert thrust steadily between my legs encouraging me to take my time and enjoy absorbing his long, solid black cock. I don't remember how long he stayed inside of me ploughing me like a fertile field, but the next thing I knew, his head was down between my legs. After licking me for what seemed to be a lifetime, Robert grabbed me by a swollen tender nipple, as he then filled and massaged me with his fingers.
Then tossing me over, flipping me on my hands and knees, he took me.
"That a girl," he muttered. "Now I've got you. And you ain't going nowhere, are you?"
I stammered. "N-no. I want to be h-here w-with you."
"Good," he said. "Cause you're gonna be mine for a long long time."
With my head lowered, I waited for his cock first to enter me again and then to bump my cervix. I knew he'd do it. I knew he'd be long enough to bottom out inside my body. It frightened me at first, because the feeling was so strange, and yet the second time wasn't so bad and the third time was kind of nice.
"W-why?" I asked.
"Why am I go-going to be y-yours for a long t-time?" It got harder and harder to talk with all the movement going on down inside me. I glanced back at him.
Robert looked at me for a second, and then laughed. "Because you're mine."
"I-I thought you t-told M-mom sh-she was yours." Gawd, I couldn't help the feeling! He moved in and out of me and every nerve in my lower body wanted to sing out new praises.
"I did," he replied. "And she is."
"C-can you have more than one woman?"
"Just like a woman like your mother can have more than one man," he said. We fucked for a while longer. "You will too."
It was those words, feeling his black cock buried so deeply inside of my white pussy, that I climaxed for the very first time.
I groaned. "What the hell?" Then I shuddered. I couldn't stop shivering inside. God, what was it? It was wonderful. First, I felt that ache I always felt when I watched Mom on that tape, and then my whole world turned upside down.
When I came, so did Robert. I could feel his wetness gushing inside me. I was so tired from coming and yet, I knew that he had to pump me full of his seed for several long minutes. I held on trembling and holding myself on my arms.
I lowered my head and moaned. In the back of my mind I understood that as he spewed his little living, teeming black seed—those tiny tadpoles of the next generation deep into me, I was supposed to appreciate the importance of the act. But, I was exhausted, and all I knew was that he'd launched a pint full of sperm into my pussy once again.
That was OK, though. It felt great.
That was the first of several times that we fucked that day. Turns out I'm more like my Mom than I thought.
I remember a decision that I made after seeing Mom's Halloween video. My best friend, Lauren, noticed it first. For months I'd been just like any other high school girl, and then I made a change. This incident happened after phys-ed in the locker room. I came out of the shower partially wrapped in a towel.
"Bethany, what did you do?" Lauren whispered as she looked down at me. "You look like-like a c***d again."
"I shaved all my pubic hair off," I answered. I showed off real fast and then I wrapped the towel around me again.
"Shaved it?" she said surprised. "But why would you do that?"
"I'll tell you, but not in here," I said. "Someone might overhear."
I did tell her, when we were alone. Actually I really hoped she'd forget, but I was wrong about the extent of Lauren's curiosity.
"The guy I'm--" I paused for a moment. "The guy I'm--" I took a deep breath. "Fucking likes it shaved."
"Omigod! F-fucking? Really?"
I nodded my head.
"Is it anybody I know?"
I shook my head. "No."
"What's he like?"
"Not yet," I said. "But if you want me to, I'll tell you about—you know—fucking."
I told her about my first time, and how I wasn't quite sure what was happening. I hinted about the pain and ow it slowly slipped away. As one of my closest friends, she asked me if I'd planned on losing my virginity, and I answered, "No, I sort of gave my virginity up."
Lauren wanted to laugh as if she didn't believe me, but I knew her response for what it for what it was. She was thrilled, and she was scared, and she was fascinated.
"He's a friend of the f****y," I hinted.
"Wait a minute," she scolded me. "Does that mean he's older than you?"
I nodded. "Yeah. He's in his late twenties."
"Omigod, like almost ten years older?"
"Yeah," I replied. Let's face it Robert was nearly thirty.
"Wow! Are-are you like thinking of marrying him and stuff?"
I shook my head. "He won't do that."
There was a long pause. The she whispered so softly, I almost didn't hear her. "What's it like?"
"At first, it was scary and painful," I answered in similar whisper. "Then it changed."
"I don't know," I shrugged. "The body—the body just learns what to do, especially since my lover knew what he was doing. The first time was terrible. But after that, it wasn't so bad. In fact it's getting to be sort of—neat—in a messy kind of way.."
She didn't say anything, but I could see the question in her eyes. I answered her question.
"I like it," I added. "I like it a lot."
"What are you going to do about getting pregnant? Or some disease?" she said.
"I'm not worried about disease," I said. "As far as getting pregnant—well, we'll have to see."
"And so you shaved yourself for him? He must be very special."
"Yes, he is."
I told Lauren the story of the first time I told my lover that I wanted to see his dick up close. I wanted to examine it.
"It's about time," Robert told me. "Get down on your knees."
"If you want to look at it, you have to be right there, level with where it hangs, don't you?"
I looked up at his eyes and then, as I went to my knees, I saw the engorging cock spring to life in my face.
"Look at it," he said softly. "Doesn't it look beautiful? All black, slowly becoming erect. Wouldn't you love to hold it, to stroke it, to feel its velvety skin as it comes to life?"I exhaled softly as his voice slowly hypnotized me.
"You want to touch it, then do it," he exclaimed. He stood by the edge of the bed and his cock was now at rigid attention, pointing toward the ceiling. Its blackness stood out awesomely. His dick was coal black, dark as the night, and hard.
"Look at it. Think about how it will feel in your hand," he whispered. "Long, thick, rigid with life coursing through it. It just makes you want to reach up and touch it doesn't it?"
The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to touch him. I felt my loins burning with desire. I wanted his cock. I felt an old familiar wetness between my thighs. My body began shaking with the first waves of my unexpected petite climax. My God, I thought, he has made me cum without even touching me. That's the kind of man he was.
I reached out with my right hand.
"No, not that hand. Your left hand. Only use your left hand, Bethany," he directed.
My left hand took hold of his erection, my fingers just barely reaching around the girth. I looked at my pale hand holding onto his big, black cock. Then I squeezed ever so gently. I could feel his life's bl**d pumping through it.
"You can't believe that I fit all of that inside you, can you?" he murmured.
"No," I whispered. "I can't believe it.
I began to stroke slowly-- to pump it up and down. "I see you like my cock. You must or you wouldn't be cumming like you are," he said gently. "I am pleased you like it because it also means you want to suck it, don't you?"
My fingers caressed the purplish helmeted head, scr****g the sensitive underside of the glans. "You've always wanted to suck cock, haven't you? But most of all you've wanted to suck a black one. Just like your slut mother. Think about it, Bethany. Be brutally honest with yourself. Isn't this true?"
I could only nod my head in agreement. I didn't know why but I did want to suck his cock. I knew it was also true I had always wanted to suck a black one.
"There is nothing here that will hurt you, Bethany. Kiss the head of my cock. Feel the head penetrate your lips. Feel the glans pass between your teeth."
I followed his instructions.
"Suck on the head, wrap your lips around my cock, little Miss Benton," he motioned gently. "Isn't the head in your mouth wonderful? Swirl your tongue around the head. Take a little more into your mouth. Let your tongue glide along its length. A hard cock in your mouth is good. You love it, don't you?"
I did as he said, and it was exactly as he said. His cock felt wonderful. I loved the sensation as I licked and sucked, swirling my tongue around his cock. I tried to get as much into my mouth as I could. I choked as he touched the back of my mouth. My gag reflex kicked in, but I fought it. I stroked him with my left hand as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, my tongue swirling around the head, my mouth slavering over his cock head, covering it with my saliva.
"That a girl," he moaned. "You've almost got it."
I worked on his cock for what seemed like an hour until I felt his scrotum tighten in my hands as I rolled over his balls with my fingers. Without warning, his cock spewed forth a hot stream of gooey white liquid with a f***efulness that took me aback. I gagged as the load of jism splashed against the back of my mouth and the entrance to my throat. I pulled my head from his cock and received four more explosions of his cum in my face, up my nostrils, in my eyes and even my hair.
"Ohhh," I cried out, tasting the slimy, seminal fluid in my mouth for my first time. Cum flowed out of the head of his cock and ran down the side of his shaft over my hand. It coated my face and fingers with a layer after layer of sperm.
"That's a picture of my Bethany I'll always remember," he said smiling.
I looked up at him with cum dribbling from my mouth on to my chin, and then dripping down onto my tits. My face was covered in cum, jism, sperm.
I told Lauren nearly everything, but I couldn't tell her about Robert's color. Sure, I wanted to tell Lauren much more, I wanted to tell her about Robert's confidence in his own blackness. About how he had my mother and my father obeying his wishes, in spite of themselves, but I didn't tell her. I held back his identity from Lauren. I held back my lover's blackness. For the moment anyway. Besides, I was afraid that she'd want him too, and I couldn't share him. Not just yet.
It was Wednesday again. God, I hate Wednesdays now. I have to pretend I don't care about Robert, and then he and Mom and Dad go up into their room and make fucking noises all the damn night. I hate it. It had to be her and not me. One night, Jesus, it had to be after three in the morning, Mom and Dad finally sunk into a stupor in their bedroom, and surprisingly, Robert went downstairs to the guest bedroom.
I couldn't help myself. I followed him down discreetly.
"I was wondering how long you'd stay away," he whispered. "C'mon. Climb into bed."
He had my panties off in nothing flat. Though the movement was gentle, he made it efficient as well. But he didn't care whether I showed any signs of wetness or not. He thrust himself inside me like a male a****l ready to rut. That was all I needed to moan, but he put his hand over my mouth.
"Shush, you! Don't wake anyone. They don't need to know yet. Not just yet."
So we were the only ones in the house awake, and Robert rode on my open thighs like a man obsessed. He put his mouth down onto mine, and I re-breathed his breath. I found myself dizzy with the moment. Not black-out dizzy and yet enthralled and afraid all at the same time.
"You saw the Halloween tape," Robert whispered.
I nodded. "Yes."
"One of those twelve men is the father to your mother's baby, but she's going to keep the baby."
"Really?" I whispered. "Mom's going to have a black baby?"
"I told her she had to keep it," he said. "Both she and your dad agreed."
"D-don't you think the b-baby might be y-yours?" I asked. I was panting hard with the exertion of what was going on.
"Maybe," he answered. "But not as likely as it's going to be someone else's."
I shrugged out an, "Oh."
He continued to push his black cock deep inside of me.
"Now, you're going to be different."
Me! "What do you mean?"
"Your baby is going to be mine," he told me. "I'm the only one allowed to cum in your pussy until we both know you're carrying my c***d. Do you understand?"
"Do you understand?"
Then Robert came again. His whole body wracked with a rhythmic pulsing that echoed the interior splashing that was going on inside my vagina. He grunted and unloaded a stream of sticky, wet sperm in where I couldn't reach. In where I only sensed how deep his flow might reach. He hissed out a exhausted gasp that he exhaled along with the quiet pumping of his semen. "I love ejaculating in a white girl's pussy. My semen ain't got no where to go but up inside her."
I moaned a little moan.
"Gotcha," he murmured.
Oh yeah, I thought. You got me good.
Life went on like that for a couple of weeks. Robert took me out to the motel about three or four times a week for a while, and we would fuck three or four times during our time together. He seemed to have so much energy, he just didn't tire out. Every time I went to the motel I'd come home with a bellyful of semen dripping from my vagina and seeping into my panties. I started to wear my panties out with the frequent washing.
"Why don't we make this simple," he said. "When you know you're going to come with me, don't wear any panties."
I know my mouth dropped open. "Don't wear--?"
"Sure," he grinned. "You know you're just going to ruin them."
"Well, I like that!" I said sarcastically.
"Actually," he reached for me. "I'll bet you do. In fact, why don't we just see what you've got under those cum stained pants?"
"What's the matter, am I too much for you?"
"Ooo, you!" And I jumped on him hard. Of course, it wasn't too hard. In fact, in a very short time, he got much harder than I ever thought possible.
In December, I skipped a lot of classes at school. Robert would write me notes concerning doctor appointments and psychiatric evaluations. He told me that schools bent over backward for parents that take their k**s to counseling. So he'd pick me up down the block from school, and we'd hurry off.
Of course, that was the only time we hurried. Afterwards, we'd take our time—probably three or four times with each encounter.
Seems I got a very special Christmas gift over Christmas vacation. The thing is I wouldn't know it for a little while. I got sick around the early part of February—in the early part of the day. But I usually felt better much later in the day. I rushed home from school, and I called Robert immediately. I could literally hear him smile on the other end of the phone. But all he said was, "Good girl. I'm very, very proud of you, little mama."
Little mama! Oh, my God. He was happy about this? He was ecstatic, and all I could feel was a combination of pride in that I could do something so grown up mixed with pure terror. My body wasn't just mine anymore. It wouldn't be for the next eight to nine months.
We hadn't been able to tell Mom and Dad the news yet, but since I'd just keep getting bigger, this was something that wouldn't keep for very long. Of course, Mom and Dad had their own problems now. I'm pretty sure Robert f***ed Mom to inform Dad that she was pregnant. And Dad knew it wasn't his baby. He'd seen the Halloween tape. Even Mom didn't know whose baby this was.
Robert said we'd hold the other news back for a while. Let Dad get over his cuckolding with Mom first, and then we'd have to tell him about what happened to his daughter.
I carried in a small can of cashew nuts into my room, before I got undressed for the night. I brought them especially for this evening. The expectant mother website I joined told me that my baby was about the size of a regular whole cashew now. I began to undress.
I peeled off my clothing in my room. I kept taking off layer after layer of clothes until I was totally naked. One, two, three cashews. Four, five. Robert wasn't even here, and all I could think of was nuts. I kept pulling out whole cashews and putting them on my naked belly, and then, one at a time, I ate them.
I thought it was time to shave the brown-blond hair along my pussy again, since it itched, but even that didn't matter right away. Here I was alone in my room, and yet, I was not alone. I placed both hands on my naked belly. Inside, just under here, was knot of flesh. Inside, just under here. I put my hand on my bare tummy.
I'm fair haired, but I'm not really a natural blond. So the swelling growing inside my belly won't be a natural blond either. Now I had to laugh. There's no way that Robert's c***d will be a natural blond. Absolutely no way. This baby is going to have dark, dark hair. Shit, this baby is going to have dark skin just like his father. I thought about searching the nut can for a burnt cashew, but I didn't want to let go of my abdomen.
Inside, just under here, I thought, a baby was growing. My baby. Robert's baby. A black baby. My little cashew. Mom and Dad will be furious when they find out the baby is Robert's. Oh well, like mother like daughter.
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