Janie's Story Pt. 06

I stepped into the shower with Sam and the sight of him all soapy and sexy was just too much temptation for me. I grabbed his cock and began to pull it as we kissed under the falling water. As the soap rinsed off him, I moved to the shower bench and stuffed his now hard cock into my mouth and continued stroking him until he squirted his second orgasm of the day into my mouth. It was not my turn yet, but I knew that I would get mine later.

Sam obviously wanted to fuck me, but he knew that it had to be postponed for a short while, at least until I could feel comfortable. We engaged in a lot of sixty-nine position romps. He got his, I got mine, and my big belly rested on his body under me. Perfect system. I came a bunch in that position with his fancy tongue work and with me distracted focusing on making him cum down my throat, kind of made my orgasms "sneak up" on me. I drank so much cum during those final weeks that it had to be a gallon. Sam could hardly complain, not that he would.

I had read somewhere that pregnant women should not give oral sex much since the hormones and enzymes in the semen could bring on labor. Well, I surely did not follow that advice whatsoever and it really did not change my timing one bit, so I would not pass that warning onto any of my friends, especially while they still needed to satisfy their man at those critical moments. Since almost every one of my good friends were dating Black men, they already had the exact same crazy addiction to their cocks that I did, so it wasn't something that you could easily give up or even wanted to.

Sam and I continued to go on regular dates for dinner and get-togethers at friends' homes. Two of them were pregnant, the younger girl with her first child. Jessie was 27. She had plenty of relationships with all types of men, but her current--and probably last--fella was Black. All our little group knew she was not going to go backwards with men, no way. The attraction is enough, but the fact that she was having his child sort of concreted that in. Jessie and Byron were not married, but that obviously didn't stop her from sponging up enough of his sperm until that test strip had two lines.

Linda, my other girlfriend, was also preggo with a Black baby. She was divorced from her 9-year marriage and had two kids with him. They all knew that she was dating a new guy and that she was expecting, so that was her own personal ordeal to contend with. Funny that Jessie and Linda were right about the same trimester, the third like me, but not at the end, like me. I was certainly going to pop before either of them and I was very ready to get it over with. It was not that I hated being pregnant, not at all. Mostly I actually enjoyed it. Many drawbacks to it, but also so many happy moments. Yes, it was my fourth baby, but I had to admit that because I loved Sam so much that if he wanted another child, I would've let him have one. I was really at the very end of my baby making window, but all he had to do was ask and I would've gone through it again. As it turned out, he was satisfied with his little girl to be and didn't want me to go through it again.

We three girls liked to stroll through the mall to get some exercise as well as coaxing our babies out of us. I was the one with the stroller, but we all had giant bellies and did the preggo waddle so well. It was just an enjoyable time and a huge distraction. Both girls were new to the larger group of our friends, but fit right in; all with Black partners.

Being the young and wild one, Jessie would graphically tell us her pillow time stories. She let us know how Byron's huge cock would destroy her cervix night after night and finish inside of her most of the time, a pastime both Linda and I were all too familiar with. Jessie loved doggie sex, the whole hair pulling, ass slapping, pummeling her pussy workouts, but as good as he made her feel, she didn't reach orgasm that way. She required missionary sex to get her into orbit, and Byron loved making her scream and howl while she had orgasm after orgasm until she subconsciously locked her legs around him, not even thinking about his loads showering her ovaries constantly. Linda and I just looked at each other having had that problem also, no words were necessary to explain as to why she was 8 months pregnant with his baby.

Linda and I rarely shared our war stories, but it was obvious that our pleasure resulted in babies instantly, a proven fact from experience. Interestingly enough, she had mentioned that she and Steve, her ex, had problems getting pregnant. Marcel, virile as could be, had zero issues knocking her up just months after they started dating. All of us learned that ready or not, taking that African sperm inside was not a gamble; it was a guaranteed baby bump in record time.

The girls and I met often to gossip and trade our day to day stories. Each week, I became more and more uncomfortable, more irritable, and exhausted easily and we three knew where that was headed. Jessie and Linda had more Obs visits to go, but I was already there. Time went by rapidly. My pregnancy ended with a frantic drive to the hospital in the early morning where my crying little angel took her first breath; I delivered my fourth child. My friend Danielle was watching Brianna at home for me since my daughter Andrea was a full-time mommy then with her fresh family of five, and she was fully committed already. My little girl was all grown up now whether she liked it or not she was a mother of three girls. Andrea would join our little clique on occasion, but with three, it was quite a chore for my burdened little girl. I always knew that it was a complete waste of time in giving her the speech, explaining to her that taking his sperm all the time sans protection wasn't going to end well, but it was my duty as a mother to let her know where she was headed. Three babies later, she figured it out.

After the dust settled, me and my girlfriends resumed our get togethers, only Linda and Jessie had their babies, so the dynamic changed quite a bit. In place of roaming around the mall for kicks became walks through the park, all of us packing baby bottles, burping cloths, and lots of pit stops. The two of them with their strollers, but not in my case. I had the famed two-in-a-stroller for a while. The three of us had fun together, but those times got further apart as we had our home lives to build. My then 6-month-old Naomi and her 21 month old big sister Brianna were my full time job. Jessie moved in with her man Byron and she stopped working for a while to raise Kaylee her new little girl. Linda and Marcel got engaged, and she worked from home while caring for Marcel junior, her new baby boy.

It was a little different story for me. Sam and I were wed while I was nine months pregnant, so he was the bread winner with his prized little blonde trophy wife at home taking care of the babies. After I left the hospital, I knew I would be sore for a few weeks, so Sam just kept receiving a ton of head until I could stand that big penis stretching me again. I could not even of taking that thing in my ass, no way. I was not ready and it was just too sensitive down there for the time being, but I was positive that Sam wouldn't complain about all of my blowjobs.

Jessie was quick to disclose that she wasn't really up to sex much either for a while. Byron and her fucked not long after she gave birth to Kaylee, but it was painful. Being a young girl, she didn't want to refuse him, but after a few times, she had to just give him head. Like me and Sam, that offer was received quite well. Jessie really didn't need to take Byron's cum right away anyhow. Even being soon after a delivery, I sure wouldn't want to risk another pregnancy that fast. Linda began impaling her throat with Marcel's cock right away, no offers to let him fuck her for months.

I went back to an IUD since the factory was closed. Of course, I still craved his cum inside of me every chance I got, and soon enough, I invited Sam to take my ass again since I truly missed that too. It was easy; face down on all fours ass up high as he came home from work. Jessie told me that she and Byron did anal a lot too and she actually was able to climax when he was in her, but only when he came. I suppose the giant swelling cock buried in her ass did her in just like it did for me. As soon as I could feel that stretch when he came, I lost it.

Linda was not a backdoor woman at all. She had tried it a few times and decided it just wasn't her thing. I myself didn't much care for it having tried it a few times in the past, but when I met Sam that changed. After a few months, I started longing for it, and since then I love it almost as much as regular sex. At that point, I'd take it primarily so I wouldn't need backup protection from Sams sperm if I was to be Black load safe.

On a mommy's day out with Jessie and Linda, we went to a really nice park where there was a huge grass field where at least Brianna could run around. Naomi was still small and Jessie's Kaylee and Linda's little Marcel could sit and play on this big round rubber mat area. Our four mixed race kiddies were certainly not unusual. Quite a few other girls had their babies doing the same thing. All were White or Latin and all the babies were so obviously produced by Black fathers. I was way past being concerned about anyone's looks by that period in my life. Linda was the same, but Jessie being new to the "club", brought on the whole misfit feelings and the notion of not belonging with her Black child. There was nothing we could say, or reassure her with that it would eventually pass with time. We both had been there. All of our girlfriends had experienced the same social shock that accompanied this lifestyle and had gotten over it with it now taking the front seat of normal.

Other girls there that day were younger, at least the majority seemed so. I thought it was funny. I knew that all of them in all likelihood got pregnant by accident. Young girls ready to get going with their lives ahead of them and having sex with Black men at the same time. A recipe for disaster.

The times have changed now all because none of them listened to advice about responsibility, safety, and warnings about African men's potency. Life is not over because of it, but absolutely changed and incredibly more difficult now with a baby to care for. My Andrea was the proof of all of it. About the same age as many of the girls sitting near us, only she had three babies. I always recalled that first time I found a nearly full box of condoms in Andrea's desk trash can, tossed so that "it" would feel better and more "natural." Yeah it was natural alright. Back to back babies, created by the inevitable bareback sex with a super potent Black boy. I should talk; I did the exact same thing.

As we sat and watched our kids play around I turned to Jessie since I noticed that she was particularly quite that day.

"So Jessie. Now that you have a beautiful little angel of your own, are you planning to have another?" I asked.

"Not right now, no! I'm still adjusting to being a new mother ya know?" She replied.

"It's so awesome having her and I love her so much. I really just need Byron to commit and help me plan our life." She said with total uncertainty in her expressions.

"That part is actually the most important part," Linda added.

"Its pretty rough not knowing where you're going, I know," I told her.

"I haven't been feeling all that great lately and maybe I'm coming down with something, but I know it's my job to take care of Kaylee and Byron both. Byron has been working so much at work so I only get to see him awake just a few times a week and it bothers me you know? I love him so much, but I wish he would just let me know what's on his mind. I mean, the sex is still great, but I just feel like I need more," Jessie explained to us.

We could see the sadness coming through her obvious attempt to conceal her true feelings. I really felt bad for her since I went through all of that when I had my third child while still single. We did like Byron and he made it seem he was serious about Jessie, you actually never really know.

None of us had seen each other in person for weeks. Life just gets busy and time flies by. My Naomi was turning one soon and the girls were planning a birthday party for her. I left Naomi and Bree at the house with Sam one evening so that we could do our usual gossip over dinner, just me, her and Jessie.

We met at a place where nobody except women went. Kind of a girlie place with a simple menu for food and extensive for wines. I was happy to meet with my friends, only Linda seemed a bit distracted, and Jessie definitely had been crying just before getting there so I had to ask.

"Jessie honey, what's wrong? Did you have a fight with Byron?" I asked.

"I'm pregnant," she announced looking at both of us, the tears began to fall.

I knew it was going to happen. She was so young. Byron easily planted another one in her and that explained why she wasn't feeling good that last time we all were together.

Why she wasn't on some birth control, we had no clue. Once more, a young mother found our the cold and hard truth about risky sex with a Black partner.

"I don't know what I'm going to do. Byron does not know," Jessie added.

"You have to tell him, I mean, if you're keeping it," I replied.

"I haven't decided yet. I love him and want his baby again, but I can't do all this alone."

Linda and I told her that we understood and stood by whatever she decided. A surprise baby was never going to be easy to deal with, especially when you are fresh out of the delivery room. The fact that her Byron had been very absent lately certainly didn't make her situation any better. We both thought that she should tell him, but it was for sure all up to her.

One Friday night when Byron was supposed to be flying back home, he called Jessie to tell her that he needed to stay another week and that he would see her then. She was devastated. More time away while she was home with Kaylee and time ticking by as her new pregnancy progressed. It wasn't as if they spoke to each other frequently while apart either. Jessie had a sense that he was working, but also meeting with another girl. This would be Byron's third trip in a row to the same place for "work" and Jessie had her doubts that he was there only for business. When she told me all that, I had the same suspicion. If there was another woman there, she was probably sleeping in his room nightly. I really felt bad for Jessie and as much as I could offer comfort, nothing was going to ease that pain. It was bad. New baby, and another on the way. Linda and I had to consider that it could all have been coincidence, and Byron was just working, but it did not look good.

Another week passed and Byron was still not home. Jessie tried calling several times, but he didn't answer her, until days after. He called her and just listened to her crying on the phone. Before he said a word she knew that she was right. He told her that he met someone just by chance. A work colleague and they were just friends, but something happened one night and they had developed and relationship over time with real feelings for each other. He told Jessie that he was going to accept a transfer there and that she could just keep the apartment. He said he really cared about her and would keep supporting her and Kaylee, but he was not coming back for a while.

Jessie was destroyed. He literally crushed her like a wad of paper and threw her in the garbage.

Linda and I met and went over to visit her at her apartment. She was crying and just tired and worn out.

"Oh Jessie, I'm so sorry," I said.

"You don't deserve this at all. How could he do this to you?" I added.

"He's a complete asshole!" Linda blurted out.

"I hate him!" she shouted.

"But I love him," she continued while sitting on the carpet balling, head between her legs.

"He loves her, I just know it. He's been fucking her every night and forgot all about me," Jessie said quietly.

"I'm never gonna tell him! I am keeping the baby," she told us in her shaky emotional voice.

"I'm keeping it. It's mine, not his."