He worshiped her – white women, and Amy could tell. Monica was right about Ulysses.

Hours passed and once again Amy found herself awake as dawn approached. After Ulysses took her from behind most of the night, he flipped her over, got on top and kept going.

She wanted him to cum, she begged him to, but she didn’t want it in her pussy – she wanted to drink every last drop from his black cock.

Listening to his moans of pleasure, Amy used her tits to finish him. "I’m cumming," he whispered. Amy engulfed the tip of his cock, sucking hungrily as rope after rope of semen filled her mouth. She swallowed several times, savoring the salty taste from this Adonis.

When he was done, she curled up into his arms, happy that the next time they made love he’d be getting her pregnant.

They woke up a few hours later, showered together, Amy pinned against the wall again. She confessed that she wanted a baby; she wanted Ulysses to father the child. He was unsure at first.

They went to an early lunch, talking about it more. Ulysses agreed, understanding that he would help her with this and nothing else. He admitted he wouldn’t mind being a father. Amy assured him this was just for her, and wouldn’t need anything else other than his seed.

They made arrangements to meet up in June.

Monica was sleeping soundly in Caleb’s arms. They went all night with Monica cumming over and over again. He was incredible.

The sound of a car door closing outside in the driveway, caused Monica’s eyes to open. "Your mom!"

She jumped out of Caleb’s bed, darted to the kitchen, and grabbed her clothes, leaving Caleb to put his back on.

"Hi!" she smiled at Amy, just after she buttoned her shorts.

"Hey there, have a good night?"

"Mmhmm. You?"

"Wonderful. Is Caleb up?" Amy asked.

"Um, I’m not sure. I think so."

"I’ll say hey to him. Oh by the way," Amy turned around before rounding the corner. "Did you take care of my Caleb?"

Monica breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you were joking about it."

"Nope. Did you?"

"Uh huh!"

"Good. Meet me in my bedroom in five minutes."


Chapter 9

Amy told Monica everything, every little juicy detail about her night with Ulysses. They worked each other into a frenzy again, ended their conversation with an hour long 69.

Amy entertained the idea of trying out Ronnie, Fat Rob, and Ulysses once more, but felt it wasn’t needed. She knew Ronnie would slam her around, fucking her like an animal all night. She knew Fat Rob would sit back, grin, and let her ride his fat cock all night, maybe even share her with his crew again. She knew Ulysses would make love to her, lick, kiss all over her body, worshiping it, feasting on it – she loved this the best.

Monica returned to Tampa, Amy went off birth control and spent more time with Caleb.

A week later she and Caleb were cleaning the kitchen after dinner. Amy joined Caleb on the couch afterward. "Well I guess I should let you know of something."

"What?" he asked.

"I’ve met someone very nice. And we’ve talked about the whole pregnant thing and he – "

"Woah, woah, I got it. That’s cool, Mom."

"It’s looking like next month, we’ll meet up and it’ll happen then – hopefully."

"Alright. Glad you were able to do this. I know it’s what you wanted," Caleb said.

"It is," Amy cuddled next to her son. "Are you looking forward to our movie tonight?"

"Sure, Mom, it’ll be nice.

**

At the theater that evening, Amy’s cell phone kept vibrating in her pocket. Annoyed, she glanced at Caleb, his eyes focused on the movie. She checked her phone, seeing several text messages, all from her college friend.

"Hey, we’re having a party next week. End of semester. We need a hot white bitch like you there. Can you come?"

She kept scrolling.

"We can tie you up and take turns filling that pussy of yours."

Amy chuckled, glanced at Caleb, then back to her phone, reading the final message.

"Let me know. We have three other white women already, need another."

Amy texted her friend back. "Hey there. I’m not sure I can come. Sounds fun though."

She waited a few minutes, another text, "Please? You got the best pussy we’ve had. Love how you work a black dick."

Amy was getting horny. She told herself she’d be done with this after finding the man to impregnate her. She couldn’t say no though.

"If I come, none of you can cum in me, I’m off the pill. So make sure you go in a cup. I’ll drink it all like last time."

She waited and received a reply. "We got plenty of jizz for you to drink. We’ll fill those cups up."

Amy agreed to go the party the following weekend.

**

A week later, she found herself delirious, the room spinning in orgasmic bliss. The loud hip-hop music playing, in a darkened bedroom didn’t help her senses be at their keenest. She was on all fours, butt high in the air, waiting for the next guy to fuck her until he was ready to cum, pull out and spew his load in a cup.

It was getting late, most of the football and basketball students already went. Other students, of all races, were in attendance to this huge end-of-semester frat party, including students from other schools.

"Hey, in here. Caleb!" his buddy motioned for him to follow.

"What is it?" Caleb asked his friend at the party.

"Dude, they got another chick in here! This is awesome. We’re going to love going here."

"Yeah," Caleb shrugged.

"Come on, man, it’s time you meet people that go here. When you get this community college crap out of the way, you’ll already have friends here."

"Good point," Caleb agreed.

"Look! She’s on all fours man!" his buddy pointed out, shouting over the loud hip-hop music. "She’s waiting for you."

"Nah."

"Go for it!" his friend patted his back, pushing him into the loud, low lit room. "Remember these guys’ rules; when you get ready to cum, pull out and go in the cup.

Caleb sighed, his friend closing the door. He approached the woman on all fours. "Wow," he thought, seeing her ass, back of her legs, some of her back. "She’s hot, but this isn’t right."

Then the woman wiggled her hips, as if to say, come fuck me.

"Damn," Caleb gave him, looked around the empty, dark room, and pulled his cock out. He jacked it a few times, getting it hard and climbed on the bed behind her.

Amy’s eyes shot open, "Marty. Marty!" Amy climaxed immediately as soon as the new person entered her from behind. He felt like her dead husband.

The guy was cumming too. Amy saw stars, bright lights, her spine was numb, her pussy convulsing around his semen spurting cock. She struggled to breath, gasping for air, arching her back, every nerve in her body firing. Waves of pleasure like none she’s ever felt, radiated through her.

"Marty!" she cried out in the loud room.

Too confused and afraid to turn around for fear of seeing a ghost, she waited until his cock finished spurting cum, filling up her fertile womb. It slinked out of her and she collapsed to her tummy, having never had such a powerful orgasm in her life.

She looked over her shoulder, seeing the door open, light from the hallway shinning in. Amy saw the man who just came inside her, struggling to walk away.

Her eyes lit up with horror.

**

A month later she was crying at Martin’s grave. She was begging for forgiveness, pleading with her late husband to forgive her from wherever he was. Amy took out the positive pregnancy test she kept in her purse since taking it, a token to confirm this was real – not a nightmare from which she would wake.

She told Monica a couple weeks prior that she was pregnant and it wasn’t by a black man. Amy was far too ashamed to tell Monica the truth.

She cleaned off his headstone, gathered her composure and went home.

That night, another night of avoiding Caleb, she cried herself to sleep again. Not because she wasn’t pregnant by a black man, or that sleeping around with blacks didn’t get her pregnant like she desired, or who turned out to be the man that impregnated her; she was crying because those brief seconds of mating was the best sex she ever had and she wanted it again, all day, every day.

Amy finally became exhausted from crying, briefly considering aborting the baby, but decided not to. She would never tell Caleb. She would go on, try to get over it and push aside the burning desire to feel that feeling again, that wrong, taboo sex she now craved.

"I’m sorry Marty," she whispered before falling asleep.

The end.

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Her son knocked her up, in case it wasn’t clear. It was treading on the line of incest category, so I left out names as best I could, hoping the reader would put two and two together. As always, the moms in my literary universe love black cock, but there’s one cock they love more than all others – the final part in the series, part 4, will feature Amy and her son.
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