our happy family, part 2.....by Mike G.
Pam was out of the hospital the next day. We now needed a bigger apartment. We also had less money because I had quit my weekend job to party. The obvious solution was to move to a less expensive neighborhood. Dexter helped us find a two bedroom apartment on the edge of his neighborhood. It was exactly what we wanted. The five of us set up house. We were a family. We were all our babys father, we were all Pams husband. We slept together on the living room floor.
Pam and I had become more than good friends with these three guys. I loved them all. Pam loved us all. The Refrigerator was the sincere one. He was not the brightest bulb on the circuit, but he was an extremely good hearted guy. He could easily cum more than any of us. Rashid was the quiet one. He was really a philospher at heart. He liked to sit quietly in the house and read. Just sit there and read. He read good books too. He also memorized poetry. Pam called him her Soul Man. And he loved to eat Pams pussy. Dexter was the game player. But he was not a con artist, just really street-wise. You could not run a scam on him. He was a good guy to know. He was her dependible big black cock.
Pam confessed she loved all four of us equally. I felt no jealousy at all. It felt real right to me.
She was not in the mood for sex for about six weeks. She did not even want to suck cock. That was okay too. We all lived as men and wife every day and spent the nights without sex. Like Refrigerator would say, "Close your eyes and pretend your fists a pussy". I was really starting to like my life. What they liked, and what I liked, was to watch her breast feed our baby girl, who we all decided to name Jacqueline. She looked almost virginal with that child suckling on her little titties. We'd all just sit back and watch and grin. Her nipples became long and fat. They have been that way ever since. In a light cotton top she is a vision. Even soft, her nipples are huge. Rashid once said "If her nippies was any bigger it'd be like suckin' a cock".
One evening, about six weeks after birthing Jacqueline, Pam came out of the bathroom naked and asked in her sad little girls voice, "Doesn't anyone want to fuck me?" All I could think was "that's my slut". The four of us took it easy on her. She was still pretty raw and sore. She sat on us and fucked at her own pace. Sweet sexy sweat ran down her neck and back and over her tits. We took turns licking it off. We stayed out of her ass. She was not in shape for a good ass fucking yet. It occured to me then that these three guys loved her too. They liked treating Our Slut like Our Lady. Life is strange. Surprises are everywhere.
We had to arrange a baby sitter before we could go back to the clubs on weekends. It was a delicate thing. We had to get the right babysitter and not just any bimbo off the street. The Refrigerator had a sister. Her name was Jasmine, and she was a junior in high school. Jasmine got the job.
The first night the four of us went out again was Pams birthday. She was 24. She let us pick out what she wore.
We decided on black...not just for Pam--we'd all wear black. We started with a garter belt, and no panties. She liked that idea. Fish net stockings. A long black skirt that had a slit which went all the way up to the top. We topped that with a black cable knit sweator. The loose knitting made it semi see through. She wore her black boots. She was dressed from head to toe in black. When she moved her dark rose nipples would poke out of the sweater and the slitted skirt would open, revealing her long legs. She looked like a Pagan sex goddess.
At the club the five of us were joined at the hip. We were inseperable. We'd all take turns kissing and fondling her. It sure must have been a bizarre scene to the straights slumming from the suburbs.
She was an elegant stylish slut-bitch, with a harem of four studs. We were magical, and we all knew it. Dexter said in his whitest voice. "Man, enjoy this, it might never get better". We were the center of attention and we sucked it up. We took turns dancing with her. Sometimes two of us would dance with her at the same time. We'd sandwich her between us and rub against her like horny goats. She was a slut on the dance floor. She'd rub her tits, our cocks, her pussy. Rashid said he felt "like a fuckin rockstar". Strangers to the club must have thought we were either major lowlifes or millionaires slumming in the poor part of town.
Other guys asked her to dance. If they were big and black she would. She'd put on a show for us alone though. Our eyes were glued to her. She was dancing with them but performing for us. A few of the studs caught her eye though. She wanted them to come home with us at the end of the evening. Why not? We liked it when she got down in the mud.
The club was crowded and it was hot. She was dancing constantly. She had on that sweator and she was overheating. Sweat was pouring down her face. Then she just thought this up and did it. What guts.
Dexter had on a black sport coat over a black shirt. She asked him for the sport coat. Then, right at the bar where we'd staked out "our spot", she pulled the sweater over her head and took it off. She casually stood with her torso exposed from the waist up. Sweat glistened on her pert little breasts, and her nipples, exposed to the cooler air, got huge She took an ice cube and cooled herself off by rubbing it on her breasts. She cooly asked one of the bartenders for a bar towel and then had Refrigerator towel the sweat off of her naked back and titties. Every eye in the place was on her. She moved very slowly and deliberatly, like nothing was out of the ordinary. Then she slowly put on Dexters black sport coat and buttoned its two lonely buttons. It was the coolest thing I ever saw. We all appreciated the shear artistry of it. The coat was ten sizes too large for her. But man, she looked like visiting royalty. We all realized we'd just witnessed an Academy Award Performance. Meryl Streep couldn't have done it any better. We didn't blow the deal. We acted like everything was just as normal as Sunday afternoon. She was a magnificent little piggie..
I whispered in her ear, "Pam that was great, my prick is gonna explode". Then with a slight smile she whispered, "I was so scared I almost passed out." The move was so cool she said she had to fuck somebody NOW. Dexter grabbed her by the hand and they went to an empty table at the edge of the club. When she moved, even slightly, the sport coat would open and you could plainly see her little titties. Dexter sat in a chair, she sat on his lap faceing him. Her long regal legs were splayed out on either side of him. The slit skirt opened nicely. She helped him get his cock out of his slacks and then eased down on it. Dexter was so hot he exploded in two mintues.
When they rejoined us she just quipped "Thanks, I needed that." Damn I loved this bitch. I had to tell somebody, so I told Refrigerator. He spoke for all of us when he answered me: "I worship her too". Right, God damn right! We all knew: we were a family of five and a half. Four husbands and one slut-wife and one beautiful baby girl.
Happiness is a good thing. We highly recommend you find some.
The next dance song was a slow one. A big black guy I had never seen before asked Pam to dance. She accepted. They moved slowly on the dancefloor and he began to kiss her on the mouth and place a huge hand inside her sport coat to fondle her breast. She began to rub his cock through his pants. I knew she had selected another stud for the after hours party.
When the night ended we packed 8 people in the car, including the bartender who'd thrown Pam the towel. Rashid was singing "wes gonna hav sum fun tonite." At the house Pam checked on Jacqueline and sent Jasmine home. When she came out of the bedroom she was naked. She smiled and said "Won't somebody please fuck me." Sounded good to me. Sounded like a plan.
The guy who fondled her titties on the dance floor turned out to be a really cool guy. His name was Jamal. He had a 13 inch jet black cock. It was a good birthday present for Pam. We filled every hole in her body with cum, some white, most black. Afterwards we sang happy birthday to her. She was so happy she cried. Our slut was loved and cherished. Nothing she did could be too slutty for us. Nothing we did could be too good for her. Love's gotta be that way man. I was learning a lot of good stuff from these "poor" black guys. They had all even gone out and got jobs.
We partied and fucked all night. When the sun came up we partied and fucked some more. We pulled the drapes and pretended it was still nighttime and kept knocking her bottom out.
Then Jacqueline started to cry and Rashid and Pam went in to check on her.
We were all curious about Jamal. None of us knew him. Jamal was a college professor at the local university. He taught mathematics and did research for NASA. He was out celebrating because he had discovered a new comet. It would be named for him in all the astronomical catalogs of stars. The guy was a fucking genius. A real one. He was 55 years old but looked 35. He was in very good shape. He was 30 years older than anybody else in the room, but he kept up with us easily. The man knew about fucking too. He was terribly impressed with us; with our lifestyle. He was also impressed with Pams tight little pussy and asshole. When his ebony manhood went up her ass she farted. We all had a laugh about that.
Several time during the sex fiesta we had to stop suddenly. Pam had to feed Jacqueline, or change her or put her back to bed. As Jacqueline suckled at her breasts we all watched entranced. It was truly beautiful.
It was about 10 a.m. when we finally all took a break and sort of lounged around. There was a sense that the party had entered a new phase. We all wanted to get to know each other a little. Jamal was not surprised that a good looking young white girl was being gang fucked by a group of black men...he'd seen that many times. He was surprised that we all shared her with no fighting or bickering. He was surprised also that there was a white boy involved. Rashid told him "he's white, but were teaching him to be black. He's a fast learner." He asked Pam how she felt about her situation.
Pam was laying with her head on Refirgerators thigh, a hand on Dexters leg, and her feet were being massaged by Rashid and me. She was as regal as a Queen. Pam was a major slut, but she was not a dumb slut. She answered him very seriously and with great conviction. "Why wouldn't I be perfectly happy? Look at what I have, look at what I can do, and look at what my home is like. I'm always loved, always cared for, always satisfied. My lovers really love me...I never doubt it, not ever. My men feed me, fuck me, and indulge my every whim. They've given me a beautiful baby girl. We don't know who the father is, and we don't care. Maybe he's one of these guys, maybe not. We don't think about it. If I wanted to sleep alone, with just you, they'd be glad to let me. In return, I give them the best loving they can ever get. I love them, you know. I love them all, and they love me truly. I'm the happiest woman I have ever known or heard of".
We were all fucked out. We knew it too. Even the Slut who was Queen of Our Hearts said she could not take another cock or she'd die. Refirgerator and I ran out and got breakfast and brought it back for everyone. We were all starved. After the feast we were all tired and wanted to sleep. The guys began to say their good-byes. We liked how they thanked Pam, and thanked us, for a great time. They all hoped they'd be invited back. Pam reassurred them all. "You ain't seen nuthin yet. Wait til next Saturday." Her words made visions of sugar-sluts dance through my head.
Jamal was the last to leave. He asked Pam for a final kiss. She stood up and kissed him a long, deep wet one--tongues and all. He laughed and said "You're getting me hard again." Then he whispered something in her ear and slipped something in her hand. In an instant he was out the door.
It was a rolled up hundred dollar bill. We all smiled and kind of looked at each other with a "that's cool." shrug. Dexter asked "What did he say to you?" "He just said thanks for the best time I've had in 30 years, and for the best fuck too. I envy you all."
Then we pulled the mattresses off the couch and bed, and put them together, into one big bed on the livingroom floor. Pam grabbed the pillows and blankets and spread them out. And then the five of us caught a much needed cat nap, all sleeping together like the big happy family we were.
I lay there and a thought occured to me. I couldn't keep it to myself. It was too good not to share. "I sure hope our next baby is a boy." I announced. I was answered with happy chuckles from my homies.
Life sure can be full of surprises.
the end.
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Pam was out of the hospital the next day. We now needed a bigger apartment. We also had less money because I had quit my weekend job to party. The obvious solution was to move to a less expensive neighborhood. Dexter helped us find a two bedroom apartment on the edge of his neighborhood. It was exactly what we wanted. The five of us set up house. We were a family. We were all our babys father, we were all Pams husband. We slept together on the living room floor.
Pam and I had become more than good friends with these three guys. I loved them all. Pam loved us all. The Refrigerator was the sincere one. He was not the brightest bulb on the circuit, but he was an extremely good hearted guy. He could easily cum more than any of us. Rashid was the quiet one. He was really a philospher at heart. He liked to sit quietly in the house and read. Just sit there and read. He read good books too. He also memorized poetry. Pam called him her Soul Man. And he loved to eat Pams pussy. Dexter was the game player. But he was not a con artist, just really street-wise. You could not run a scam on him. He was a good guy to know. He was her dependible big black cock.
Pam confessed she loved all four of us equally. I felt no jealousy at all. It felt real right to me.
She was not in the mood for sex for about six weeks. She did not even want to suck cock. That was okay too. We all lived as men and wife every day and spent the nights without sex. Like Refrigerator would say, "Close your eyes and pretend your fists a pussy". I was really starting to like my life. What they liked, and what I liked, was to watch her breast feed our baby girl, who we all decided to name Jacqueline. She looked almost virginal with that child suckling on her little titties. We'd all just sit back and watch and grin. Her nipples became long and fat. They have been that way ever since. In a light cotton top she is a vision. Even soft, her nipples are huge. Rashid once said "If her nippies was any bigger it'd be like suckin' a cock".
One evening, about six weeks after birthing Jacqueline, Pam came out of the bathroom naked and asked in her sad little girls voice, "Doesn't anyone want to fuck me?" All I could think was "that's my slut". The four of us took it easy on her. She was still pretty raw and sore. She sat on us and fucked at her own pace. Sweet sexy sweat ran down her neck and back and over her tits. We took turns licking it off. We stayed out of her ass. She was not in shape for a good ass fucking yet. It occured to me then that these three guys loved her too. They liked treating Our Slut like Our Lady. Life is strange. Surprises are everywhere.
We had to arrange a baby sitter before we could go back to the clubs on weekends. It was a delicate thing. We had to get the right babysitter and not just any bimbo off the street. The Refrigerator had a sister. Her name was Jasmine, and she was a junior in high school. Jasmine got the job.
The first night the four of us went out again was Pams birthday. She was 24. She let us pick out what she wore.
We decided on black...not just for Pam--we'd all wear black. We started with a garter belt, and no panties. She liked that idea. Fish net stockings. A long black skirt that had a slit which went all the way up to the top. We topped that with a black cable knit sweator. The loose knitting made it semi see through. She wore her black boots. She was dressed from head to toe in black. When she moved her dark rose nipples would poke out of the sweater and the slitted skirt would open, revealing her long legs. She looked like a Pagan sex goddess.
At the club the five of us were joined at the hip. We were inseperable. We'd all take turns kissing and fondling her. It sure must have been a bizarre scene to the straights slumming from the suburbs.
She was an elegant stylish slut-bitch, with a harem of four studs. We were magical, and we all knew it. Dexter said in his whitest voice. "Man, enjoy this, it might never get better". We were the center of attention and we sucked it up. We took turns dancing with her. Sometimes two of us would dance with her at the same time. We'd sandwich her between us and rub against her like horny goats. She was a slut on the dance floor. She'd rub her tits, our cocks, her pussy. Rashid said he felt "like a fuckin rockstar". Strangers to the club must have thought we were either major lowlifes or millionaires slumming in the poor part of town.
Other guys asked her to dance. If they were big and black she would. She'd put on a show for us alone though. Our eyes were glued to her. She was dancing with them but performing for us. A few of the studs caught her eye though. She wanted them to come home with us at the end of the evening. Why not? We liked it when she got down in the mud.
The club was crowded and it was hot. She was dancing constantly. She had on that sweator and she was overheating. Sweat was pouring down her face. Then she just thought this up and did it. What guts.
Dexter had on a black sport coat over a black shirt. She asked him for the sport coat. Then, right at the bar where we'd staked out "our spot", she pulled the sweater over her head and took it off. She casually stood with her torso exposed from the waist up. Sweat glistened on her pert little breasts, and her nipples, exposed to the cooler air, got huge She took an ice cube and cooled herself off by rubbing it on her breasts. She cooly asked one of the bartenders for a bar towel and then had Refrigerator towel the sweat off of her naked back and titties. Every eye in the place was on her. She moved very slowly and deliberatly, like nothing was out of the ordinary. Then she slowly put on Dexters black sport coat and buttoned its two lonely buttons. It was the coolest thing I ever saw. We all appreciated the shear artistry of it. The coat was ten sizes too large for her. But man, she looked like visiting royalty. We all realized we'd just witnessed an Academy Award Performance. Meryl Streep couldn't have done it any better. We didn't blow the deal. We acted like everything was just as normal as Sunday afternoon. She was a magnificent little piggie..
I whispered in her ear, "Pam that was great, my prick is gonna explode". Then with a slight smile she whispered, "I was so scared I almost passed out." The move was so cool she said she had to fuck somebody NOW. Dexter grabbed her by the hand and they went to an empty table at the edge of the club. When she moved, even slightly, the sport coat would open and you could plainly see her little titties. Dexter sat in a chair, she sat on his lap faceing him. Her long regal legs were splayed out on either side of him. The slit skirt opened nicely. She helped him get his cock out of his slacks and then eased down on it. Dexter was so hot he exploded in two mintues.
When they rejoined us she just quipped "Thanks, I needed that." Damn I loved this bitch. I had to tell somebody, so I told Refrigerator. He spoke for all of us when he answered me: "I worship her too". Right, God damn right! We all knew: we were a family of five and a half. Four husbands and one slut-wife and one beautiful baby girl.
Happiness is a good thing. We highly recommend you find some.
The next dance song was a slow one. A big black guy I had never seen before asked Pam to dance. She accepted. They moved slowly on the dancefloor and he began to kiss her on the mouth and place a huge hand inside her sport coat to fondle her breast. She began to rub his cock through his pants. I knew she had selected another stud for the after hours party.
When the night ended we packed 8 people in the car, including the bartender who'd thrown Pam the towel. Rashid was singing "wes gonna hav sum fun tonite." At the house Pam checked on Jacqueline and sent Jasmine home. When she came out of the bedroom she was naked. She smiled and said "Won't somebody please fuck me." Sounded good to me. Sounded like a plan.
The guy who fondled her titties on the dance floor turned out to be a really cool guy. His name was Jamal. He had a 13 inch jet black cock. It was a good birthday present for Pam. We filled every hole in her body with cum, some white, most black. Afterwards we sang happy birthday to her. She was so happy she cried. Our slut was loved and cherished. Nothing she did could be too slutty for us. Nothing we did could be too good for her. Love's gotta be that way man. I was learning a lot of good stuff from these "poor" black guys. They had all even gone out and got jobs.
We partied and fucked all night. When the sun came up we partied and fucked some more. We pulled the drapes and pretended it was still nighttime and kept knocking her bottom out.
Then Jacqueline started to cry and Rashid and Pam went in to check on her.
We were all curious about Jamal. None of us knew him. Jamal was a college professor at the local university. He taught mathematics and did research for NASA. He was out celebrating because he had discovered a new comet. It would be named for him in all the astronomical catalogs of stars. The guy was a fucking genius. A real one. He was 55 years old but looked 35. He was in very good shape. He was 30 years older than anybody else in the room, but he kept up with us easily. The man knew about fucking too. He was terribly impressed with us; with our lifestyle. He was also impressed with Pams tight little pussy and asshole. When his ebony manhood went up her ass she farted. We all had a laugh about that.
Several time during the sex fiesta we had to stop suddenly. Pam had to feed Jacqueline, or change her or put her back to bed. As Jacqueline suckled at her breasts we all watched entranced. It was truly beautiful.
It was about 10 a.m. when we finally all took a break and sort of lounged around. There was a sense that the party had entered a new phase. We all wanted to get to know each other a little. Jamal was not surprised that a good looking young white girl was being gang fucked by a group of black men...he'd seen that many times. He was surprised that we all shared her with no fighting or bickering. He was surprised also that there was a white boy involved. Rashid told him "he's white, but were teaching him to be black. He's a fast learner." He asked Pam how she felt about her situation.
Pam was laying with her head on Refirgerators thigh, a hand on Dexters leg, and her feet were being massaged by Rashid and me. She was as regal as a Queen. Pam was a major slut, but she was not a dumb slut. She answered him very seriously and with great conviction. "Why wouldn't I be perfectly happy? Look at what I have, look at what I can do, and look at what my home is like. I'm always loved, always cared for, always satisfied. My lovers really love me...I never doubt it, not ever. My men feed me, fuck me, and indulge my every whim. They've given me a beautiful baby girl. We don't know who the father is, and we don't care. Maybe he's one of these guys, maybe not. We don't think about it. If I wanted to sleep alone, with just you, they'd be glad to let me. In return, I give them the best loving they can ever get. I love them, you know. I love them all, and they love me truly. I'm the happiest woman I have ever known or heard of".
We were all fucked out. We knew it too. Even the Slut who was Queen of Our Hearts said she could not take another cock or she'd die. Refirgerator and I ran out and got breakfast and brought it back for everyone. We were all starved. After the feast we were all tired and wanted to sleep. The guys began to say their good-byes. We liked how they thanked Pam, and thanked us, for a great time. They all hoped they'd be invited back. Pam reassurred them all. "You ain't seen nuthin yet. Wait til next Saturday." Her words made visions of sugar-sluts dance through my head.
Jamal was the last to leave. He asked Pam for a final kiss. She stood up and kissed him a long, deep wet one--tongues and all. He laughed and said "You're getting me hard again." Then he whispered something in her ear and slipped something in her hand. In an instant he was out the door.
It was a rolled up hundred dollar bill. We all smiled and kind of looked at each other with a "that's cool." shrug. Dexter asked "What did he say to you?" "He just said thanks for the best time I've had in 30 years, and for the best fuck too. I envy you all."
Then we pulled the mattresses off the couch and bed, and put them together, into one big bed on the livingroom floor. Pam grabbed the pillows and blankets and spread them out. And then the five of us caught a much needed cat nap, all sleeping together like the big happy family we were.
I lay there and a thought occured to me. I couldn't keep it to myself. It was too good not to share. "I sure hope our next baby is a boy." I announced. I was answered with happy chuckles from my homies.
Life sure can be full of surprises.
the end.
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