Perverts 'R' Us

What Goes Around Cums Around

By The Purvv ( M/F, M/f, 1st, teen, cons, reluc, inc-fath/dau, wife, IR )

Special thanks from the author to his Internet girl Victoria, who spent countless hours on the couch masturbating with this story (the slut) and who took the time to find the countless little errors that generally slip through my stories, to the annoyance of the readers. She has become a true friend.

Chapter 1

Phil sat at the side of his pool watching his daughter Penny and her girlfriends. In the past, he rarely got to see the kids enjoy the pool because he usually ran his business on a 12-hour day, 7 days a week basis. It was only recently that he had some free time. His business was going through a slow period in which he had to downsize for the first time ever. Moreover, as devastating as that was, he and everyone else knew that further layoffs were inevitable.

As Phil watched the 13 and 14-year-old-girls laughing and playing, he was surprised at his reaction to their presence. There were six girls there and he actually found himself looking at them as females, not as kids. He wondered if all men secretly studied young girls when presented with an opportunity. He doubted it. He had some feelings of guilt but he told himself that his voyeuristic flights of fancy were harmless. After all, he told himself, he was not trying to molest the young girls or anything like that.

Phil felt that he had squandered many years of enjoyment because he had devoted all of his time and energy to his business; but now, this extra free time that he had, seemed to awaken an interest that had been dormant in the 35 year-old-man.

This was the third day within a week's time that the girls had gathered at his house while he was home. Because his wife Alice ran a different part of their business, and the slowdown did not affect her, she was at work while he was at home alone with the girls.

Phil was surprised and somewhat annoyed at himself for looking at the girls. Since marrying Alice 14 years ago, he rarely paid much attention to other females. Now he found himself frequently looking at the bodies of his daughter's young friends. Whenever he was sure that none of the girls was paying attention to him, Phil would look at an individual girl and study her. Moreover, it was not always the same girl.

Phil was surprised that he actually found enjoyment looking at the flesh of a youthful leg, the curve of rounded buttocks, the shape of maturing hips or the mounds of flesh filling out a bikini top. He even found himself imagining running a hand or tongue over the exposed parts of his daughter's friends.

Phil was both surprised and impressed at the abundance of beauty among the girls. He would have expected just the opposite; that there would be a group of gangly kids with braces. Instead, they were an extremely impressive group. There was not a real 'loser' among them. I wouldn't kick any one of them out of bed, he mused. As quickly as that thought came to him, just as quickly, the feeling of guilt came over him for thinking the thought.

Then there was LaShawn Wilson. The 13-year-old daughter of one of his employees was a total knockout. Already 5' 6" with size 34 breasts, she was a true sight to behold.

Phil found himself frequently looking at the young girl who was, if at all possible, even more beautiful than his own 14-year-old daughter Penny.

LaShawn was a real shock to Phil. He had known her for about six years, but he had not paid much attention to her during that time. She was Penny's best friend and was forever at their home but because Phil had been working so hard and long, he never really took time to notice.

However, Phil did pay 100% attention to LaShawn's mother Beth. In fact, she was probably the main reason that Phil had hired his neighbor John six years ago. Beth, John's wife, was the most beautiful black woman that Phil had ever seen. In addition, by hiring, and later promoting, John, Phil thought that he might someday be able to get a piece of her. Each time that Phil was in Beth's company, he found himself in awe of her beauty.

Beth was a light skinned black whose beauty was so great that, although she rarely wore any make up, was still more beautiful that Whitney Houston, Vanessa Williams or the dozens of models that were considered outstanding. In addition, Beth had a body to end all bodies. At parties, she wore her clothes in the sexiest Mariah Carey fashion and, amazingly, never seemed to be flaunting her powerful charms.

Phil remembered back to when he first met the family and, he now recalled, how the beauty of little LaShawn had actually overshadowed her mother Beth. However, it was the woman who actually turned him on. As pretty as the little girl was, he never gave her any notice. Not until this week.

This week he found himself not only looking at LaShawn but also even going so far as to start fantasizing about the child. She was growing into what he felt was a true Miss America. A few times Phil even found himself becoming aroused while looking at the youngster. With his eyes on her long legs, he would imagine his tongue licking over them.

Try as he might Phil couldn't stop himself from these fantasies and yesterday he found himself so hard that he had to leave the pool area for fear that the girls would notice. He quickly and quietly went into the house where he immediately closed the door and began masturbating while mentally fucking the light-skinned beauty.

Now as he looked the girls over, Phil suddenly was shocked out of his dream state. He had been looking at a pair of youthful legs. They were long and lean with a perfect amount of flesh and they joined up with the most perfect ass at the pool. In his dreamy state, he was imagining his tongue between the cheeks of that ass. As Phil brought himself into the current world a terrible feeling of shame came over him. The ass that he had been dreaming of tonguing happened to belong to his daughter Penny. He felt his hands trembling. He felt so ashamed that he rushed into the house to clear his thoughts.

Once he was on the couch Phil tried to rationalize what had just occurred. When he had been out by the pool he had not really been paying attention to which girl belonged to what. Therefore, he was only focused on an ass, the most enticing ass that his mind latched on to; just a perfect ass, one that he fantasized licking. It just happened to belong to his daughter Penny. Lying there, Phil closed his eyes to blot out the terrible feeling of guilt. This only made things worse because he then began to visualize the rest of the body that made up his luscious daughter.

A beauty to rival that girl from 90210 (he thought her name was Valerie) Penny had the same dark hair and large impressive eyes. In addition, Phil realized that his daughter's breasts were very impressive for her age. As he lay there, Phil felt his hardened prick pressing tightly in his swimming trunks.

He got so mad with himself that he hurriedly left the house and went for a drive to clear his head. While driving around, he came to an understanding with himself, that he had to make sure that his fantasies did not cross over into realities. That would lead to incest and that was unacceptable. Even though it was only a fantasy Phil was still of the frame of mind that it was a sin to even think about his daughter.

Furthermore, he decided, from now on he would only fantasize either about young, beautiful LaShawn and dream of having sex with a black girl for the first time in his life; or any of Penny's other girl friends. But never Penny!

Chapter 2

A week and a half later John, Beth and LaShawn Wilson were over to the Paterson's house for dinner. As the evening progressed, Phil and John got into a discussion about work. They were talking about how bad business was. At some point in the conversation Phil made mention that if things did not improve, there would be more layoffs. Without any malice intended he let it slip that even John might not survive because other managers were somewhat more well-rounded.

It was only after seeing the look of shock and surprise on Beth's face and the wide-eyed fear in LaShawn's eyes that Phil realized his insensitive mistake. He quickly tried to rectify the damage that he had done, saying that he probably would not do that as he had other options. He further explained that while John was the least experienced of his managers Phil would try not to lay him off because of the job situation in the area. Phil made mention that there was not any jobs available in the area. However, the damage was already done. Phil had planted a seed and he knew that John and his family were now nervous.

It was at this time that Phil began to think that he might have a golden opportunity. He saw suspicion all over Beth's face. He could see that she did not believe that he was not going to lay off her husband. Maybe that was a blessing. After all, he thought, he had dreamed and fantasized of fucking Beth for the six years that he had known her. Her beauty and blackness intrigued him. Now he could see that there was reason to think that if he played his cards right that he just might be able to get her into bed.

Phil could see that Beth was frightened by the thought of her husband being put out of work. How much did she want to survive? John was making over a hundred grand a year. There was no way that he would ever get another job paying nearly that amount.

Phil's mind began to scheme and the seeds of a plan started to develop. He had to deny that he was going to lay John off but somehow he had to say it in such a way that Beth did not believe him. He needed her to have a fear that her husband's job was in trouble and her security was in jeopardy and to realize that Phil would be the only answer to her dilemma.

Phil did not know if Alice had caught on to any of the night's business, but he could see that he had really gotten Beth's attention. The 31-year-old beauty paid particular attention to her husband's boss for the rest of the night. In addition, he purposely dropped a few more references to the potential layoff to keep her nervous.

In the past, when the two families had gotten together, Phil was able to sneak a few peeks at Beth's bountiful chest or her exciting long legs without her catching him. However, on this night, whenever he looked over at her to steal a peek at her ravishing body, he somehow found himself looking directly into her eyes. He also thought that he detected a hint of a smile playing upon her full lips.

At one point Phil's eyes were fastened on the flesh of her breast at the top of her low cut dress and when his eyes raised he found Beth looking intently at him. Suddenly, with her eyes looking directly into his, Phil watched in amazement as her tongue slowly emerged from between her delicious looking lips and boldly flowed across, from one side to the other as her eyes grabbed and held on to his.

Phil felt his cock become enlarged, as a nervous excitement filled him.

Chapter 3

A few nights later, while he was reading a magazine, Phil heard his daughter Penny talking to him.

"Dad," she began. "Can I talk to you a sec?"

"Sure baby. What's up?" he wondered.

"It's LaShawn," Penny started. "She's mad at me. She says that you're going to fire her father...that you said so. Are you?"

Phil put the book aside and answered. "I didn't say that hon, you were there. I tried to explain certain things. John understood. LaShawn has no reason to be mad baby, especially at you. And you didn't say anything. I did."

"I know," his daughter answered. "And I even told her that I didn't think that you had said that, but somehow that's what she thinks you said."

"But I didn't, hon. I didn't," he said while his wife Alice nodded in agreement.

"Your father just said that the possibility exists," Alice interjected. "And Lord knows it does. You know that yourself, Pen. I still have to go in and there's more that enough work for me in my part of the company, but you know yourself that Dad himself has been home half of the time in the last couple of weeks. There's just not enough work in all of the areas. I would think that if we have to lay off any more people John won't be affected. I mean he's in working with me every day and so far there's plenty to do for our group but, as your father said, we can't be sure of anything."

"I know Ma! But I...you guys don't understand. Last night Shawny was crying to me on the phone and then again, when I saw her today. She thinks that they're going to lose their house...lose everything. She's really very afraid and mad at me."

"Look Pen, if you want...if LaShawn wants...I'll talk to her. If you want I'll explain it all to her...if you think it will help," Phil said.

"I doubt that she'll want to talk, to listen...she's so upset." His daughter dropped the conversation there.

The following day Phil took another one of those half-days off from work. This was occurring more and more frequently nowadays. With the business being what it was, he was not really needed as much. His wife Alice did not have this problem, as her function in the business still required that she be there full time.

When Phil arrived home, he heard the sound of Penny and her girlfriends out in the pool. He smiled to himself. He was now enjoying his secret reveries into voyeurism. Increasingly he was looking forward to seeing the girls in their skimpy bikinis - including Penny. His original promise to himself lasted less than a day.

However, he also had a terrible guilt feeling when it came to his looking at his daughter. He knew that it was not right and that he should not be looking at her in any way other than that of her being his own flesh and blood. Unfortunately, he now found himself frequently looking at her as flesh only, while not thinking of the blood. A few times, he even found himself drifting off into a fantasy about her. He always shook these thoughts out of his head.

After a quick shower, Phil donned his bathing suit and went out to greet the girls. He brought along a book as was usual. Ostensibly, he was just out for the purpose of sunning himself.

He was surprised when he saw that LaShawn was there. He had not heard that they had patched up their differences. She and Penny must have talked it all out.

About 4 p.m., Phil saw LaShawn break away from the group and start to walk toward him. He was about fifty feet from the girls. As she approached, he was able to get a good look at the young girl's body without being obvious. He was fascinated that a 13-year-old girl could have such a matured body. Her legs were long and already well shaped. As she neared, his eyes kept moving from her crotch up to the young girl's tits. She carried herself straight and she could easily have been mistaken for a model. Looking at her crotch caused a stirring in his loins.

When LaShawn reached about fifteen feet away from him, Phil forced his eyes from her alluring body and looked into her face. God, she is beautiful, he told himself. Although she looked as beautiful as her mother did, LaShawn had a much more innocent look about her.

She looked nervous as she came up to him. "Can I talk to you please, Mr. Paterson?" she asked.

Phil had been lying back in the lounge chair. He now pulled the back up and indicated another chair to the youngster to sit. "Sure. Sit down Shawny," he responded. "Penny talked to me about you last night. I guess that's what you want to talk about?"

LaShawn did not accept his invitation to sit. Instead, the youngster stood directly in from of him, about five feet away. She stood silently for the longest time, as she seemed to be trying to either gather her thoughts or muster the courage to confront him.

Finally she spoke. Her voice was soft, almost apologetic. "Are you firing my Dad because...because he's black?"

Phil straightened up in a shot. He was very shocked at what the youngster said. This was something he thought that he would never hear, from LaShawn or anyone that knew him. Yet, looking into the child's eyes he knew that somehow this is what she truly believed was happening. He was taken totally aback. He suddenly felt very sad for the Wilson's and the millions of blacks that thought like this.

"No, oh no...No, Shawny. No hon, believe me..." Phil wanted desperately to assure her, to have her know that the world was not as she had been taught, black and white. "First of all...I never said that I was letting your father go...and second..."

Phil began the arduous task of trying to make sense to the girl. He was also trying to take away any anger that she might be suppressing.

Then there were also those lustful thoughts that had occurred to Phil when he first mentioned the lay-off situation in front of John's family. He had thought that if he could handle things properly that he might be able to get Beth into bed. Now his thoughts became bolder. If he could handle this situation right maybe he could get this young beauty into the sack. The trick to both, he thought, would be to get either or both of them beholden to him.

Slowly Phil explained to LaShawn how bad the business was, making a genuine effort to convince her of his need to cut staff. He also explained that some of his managers had more value than others. He told her that he had to weigh those values and how difficult a task that was.

It was at this point that Phil tried to turn on a light bulb in the young girl's head. She had to come to a conclusion on her own.

"...And that value isn't always evidenced by how good someone works. For instance, your father is one of my best workers. Much better than...well, I won't give a name but your father is twice as good as one person I have in mind. But that person has much more value to me because of his outside contacts. It doesn't always come down to work, hon. If...if someone has...if...well there might be a number of reasons, outside the office, that would make me keep somebody."

Phil had been looking into LaShawn's eyes but when he spoke that last line, he let his gaze slowly run down and back up the young girl's body. When his eyes again looked into hers, he could not tell if she was aware of what he had done. She did not give any sign indicating that she took any notice.

He continued. "Many kinds of outside forces can play a role in my decision. But Shawny, believe me hon; color is definitely not one of them. For you to even think that it would, surprises me. We've had you guys over here many times and we feel closer to you that any of our friends. I mean you and Penny are almost like sisters. I love your mom and dad. Honestly, LaShawn, I don't even think of color. I mean, when I see you, like now, I see a beautiful, tremendously attractive girl. I don't see a black girl. As a matter of fact, if I had a son I'd be honored if he were dating you. For crissakes Shawny, to be honest with you, if I was a teenager I'd be hot as hell after you...You'd be able to own me. You could probably have me jumping through hoops and doing whatever you wanted."

LaShawn showed surprise and embarrassment at his explanation and outburst. Phil could see that he had created confusion in the girl. His eyes again ran down and back up her body, this time pausing slightly at her crotch and then again at her chest before returning to her face.

Their eyes met again. He thought she was somewhat flushed and he sensed that the seed that he had planted in the youngster's mind was beginning to take root. She had seen where his eyes had wandered and had heard his words.

"I'm sorry Mr. Paterson..." she began, "I...maybe I'm too sensitive...and maybe I overreacted. My mom had told me that there wasn't anything to worry about but...I...I'm scared. Dad said that if anything happened with his job we'd lose everything...and I'm scared...I'm sorry." Her eyes were watery and there was a look of concern on her face.

"Listen Shawny," he said. "All I can say is that I haven't made a decision and when I do there are many things that I'll consider."

LaShawn looked so angelic and innocent standing before him. Phil was hoping that she concluded that she could help her father. Their eyes stayed on each other's for a long time.

She nodded and said, "I understand." Then, almost as an afterthought, she added softly, "Mr. Paterson, do you really find me as...attractive, like you said?"

"Sweetheart, I meant every single thing that I said," he said, adding in a conspiratorial tone, "If I tell you a secret would you promise not to tell anyone?"

LaShawn continued looking in his eyes. "Yeah...okay..." She seemed confused.

Phil looked at her for about a half a minute before continuing. "Shawny, not only was everything that I told you the truth but I'll also tell you this...if I was younger I would have probably...remember you promised not to say anything. I expect this to be our secret...I probably would have married you because...I would have been in love with you. I can guarantee you that because I...I...just take my word on that." He wanted her to use her imagination and to conclude that he might even now be in love with her. "And remember...you made a promise!"

The young girl felt a flush of silent excitement. She began to imagine that he had some sort of a secret feeling toward her. She had felt his eyes upon her and she had seen that strange look in his eyes.

She nodded. "I remember," she answered. "I'll keep my word."

"And maybe, if we're being...well maybe you can do me a favor?" he asked.

She nodded and he added, "Maybe you can stop calling me Mr. Paterson? I mean, jeez, we're almost family...and it sounds so formal."

"Well I...I, no Mr. Pa...I couldn't call you by your first name. It, I'm sorry, it...it wouldn't be right."

"I understand, hon," he answered. "We'll think of something...Now you better get back to your friends and try not to worry."

"Yeah, okay," she said, and then she smiled that sweet smile and turned to rejoin Penny and the others.

Phil's eyes were on her beautiful ass as she was leaving. Suddenly she looked back at him and she caught him looking as she was calling back to him, "Thanks..." She waited about five seconds and then smilingly added, "Dad!"

Phil let out a hardy laugh. He saw his daughter Penny smile happily when she heard LaShawn's response. Penny felt that her father must have defused the situation.

Phil closed his eyes and pondered the conversation with LaShawn. He wondered if the young girl could really be coaxed into a liaison if he was able to keep her frightened for her father and guessing what Phil was going to do. Moreover, did it mean anything that LaShawn's mother Beth had assured her daughter that there was nothing to worry about?

As he reflected, he opened his eyes and looked out at LaShawn's body. Then he closed his eyes with the picture of the girl in his mind. In his mind he began to see her naked. He felt his cock swell in his trunks. He quickly came out of his little fantasy. His cock was pushing up in his trunks. He looked around and saw that none of the girls was looking at him. Still, he was embarrassed.

He went toward the house to calm down. Walking past the girls, he tried to hide his condition. He could not be sure but he thought that LaShawn actually looked at his pants as he was passing them. She smiled.

Phil went into the bathroom and was amazed at how wet the inside of his trunks was. His cock was still fully enlarged. He looked out of the bathroom window at the girls. His eyes searched for and found LaShawn. He began jerking his cock up and down while looking at the young girl's ass and tits. In his mind, he stripped off her skimpy bikini. He was imagining that he was fucking and touching her hot looking body.

Just as Phil was getting ready to cum LaShawn jumped into the pool. He searched desperately for a body to mentally fuck. His hand was pulling rapidly on his throbbing prick as a young vibrant body caught his eyes. God, she is hot looking, he thought. My God, I want to fuck that body...I really want to fuck...Penny!

Phil closed his eyes and, as his hand brought him to completion, he envisioned Penny spreading her legs for him. He exploded with that vision in his head.

Shortly thereafter Penny, LaShawn, and the rest of the girls came through the house to leave. One of the girl's mothers was waiting outside of the house for them.

They all said their good-byes to Phil and left. LaShawn stuck her head back in through the partially closed door and called, "Night Dad!" She smiled at him and left.

As soon as the door closed after them, Penny smilingly teased, "What's with this Dad stuff?"

"Well, she's here with you much it's like you're sisters," he responded.

"Just remember who your number one is," she said, with a huge grin on her face. She was obviously pleased at how the afternoon went. "And thanks Dad. Whatever you said to her seems to have done the trick."

Chapter 4

That night, when she was in bed, LaShawn began to touch herself in her pubic area. She had been feeling strange since that afternoon and this feeling made her tingly. Because of this feeling, she allowed her hand to slip into her panties. Her mind fantasized as her finger rubbed. Her finger was a cock. The cock was fucking her. She knew now what she was going to do. She was going to give up her virginity. She was going to have a real cock inside her soon. She thought back.

A few incidents during the past few months had peaked her interest in sex and with this new sexual awareness, she began having these strange stirrings within her young body. The two most instrumental things that brought LaShawn to this point were: First and foremost was the incident of about two months ago when she happened upon her mother and father having sex. They did not realize that LaShawn was watching. The 13-year-old girl got a terrific education that morning.

Sex was not news to her as she had known about it from school and from her friends, but she had never experienced it herself. On that particular day, she woke earlier than normal and she heard strange noises from her parents' bedroom. She opened the door and her parents did not take notice, they were too preoccupied. When LaShawn realized what was happening, instead of withdrawing, she ducked inside and out of sight.

LaShawn herself quickly became flushed with the excitement from watching her parents. She could not believe her Mom's wild reaction under her naked father. As she watched them, her eyes were drawn to their pounding crotches.

LaShawn suddenly saw her father's cock pulling out from inside her mother and then plunging back in, She was mesmerized at the size of the huge thing. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes she never would have believed that something that size could get all the way inside of her Mom. Moreover, the girl would have imagined that it would have hurt. Instead, her Mom was clutching wildly at her father while their hips ground against each other and her Mom was babbling incoherently, but obviously with pleasure.

LaShawn then felt a wild feeling herself and suddenly she realized that somehow her own hand had slipped inside of her panties and had been rubbing frantically at herself as she watched them. As her first ever spasm overtook her young body, she kept her eyes on her father's huge cock moving piston-like in her Mom. Realizing that her parents were nearing completion, LaShawn rushed quietly from their room and into her own bedroom. There she completed bringing herself to her first completion.

She had never masturbated until that day. However, the whole incident caused her to change her thinking. She now thought about sex daily. She also began a nightly ritual of playing with herself while fantasizing about cock. She tried to picture herself being fucked by Leroy Holmes, whom she had a secret crush on, or one of the many of her idols, but more often than not, when she was masturbating, a picture of her father's huge cock came into her head. Moreover, LaShawn was ashamed with herself, because on most nights when she reached a climax it was her father who was in her mind.

The other most important thing that brought LaShawn to her decision this night was the perceived threat that Mr. Paterson presented. She did not want her father to lose his job and after her talk with Penny's father, the youngster realized that he could be dissuaded from laying her father off. She knew this because Mr. Paterson had told her that some of his decisions could be influenced by outside forces...she was not a fool.

It was from their talk this afternoon that had made LaShawn decide. She knew that while Phil was talking to her he had become aroused. She had watched his eyes go over her body and she happened to see that lump rise in his trunks as he looked at her. She had felt a flush within her loins.

LaShawn figured that she could get Phil to have sex with her and maybe he would be good to her father. After all, he practically told her he loved her, she mused.

In addition, she could finally lose her virginity and enjoy real sex. Secretly, she wanted that.

Chapter 5

It was from this juncture that Phil began to take off full days from work on an every other day basis.

During the next week, he saw the girls at the pool on three different occasions. He continued to look at the young bodies but it seemed that now LaShawn was paying much more attention to him and was aware that he was looking at her.

It was on a Monday during the following week that LaShawn had her accident at the pool. She had been running on the walk around the pool when she banged her toes on the side of the diving board's base. Phil heard her cry out in pain. He jumped up off his lounge chair and rushed over to her. By the time he reached her, she was sitting on the ground surrounded by her friends. Tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"Are you all right Shawny?" he asked as he broke through the wall of her concerned friends.

"I...I think s-s-so-ohhh," the sobbing girl responded bravely.

"Here...let me see." Standing in front of the injured girl, he bent down at the knees to take her foot gently in his hands.

Phil knew by the look on her face that she was in a lot of pain. He gently began to rub at both her foot and ankle, not knowing for sure just where she was hurt. He continued rubbing, as LaShawn's crying subsided. He asked her probing questions to determine the seriousness of the injury. He then had her stand up and soon he was convinced that she had not suffered any 'break'. However, she was limping on the foot even with her arms around Phil and Penny, who were supporting her from either side.

Phil asked her if she wanted to call home but she told him that there wasn't anyone there. He then asked her if she wanted to go to the hospital for an x-ray and she said no. They sat her down on a chair. After about fifteen minutes more, LaShawn said that it was still hurting and she would not be swimming any more that day.

"Would you want to go inside and lie on the couch?" Penny asked, concerned.

LaShawn shook her head and responded, "No...but...do you think that your Dad could take me home?" she asked of Penny, even though Phil was standing right there.

"Of course, hon." Phil volunteered.

They coordinated their efforts and within 10 minutes, Phil was leading the young girl out to his car. Her arm was wrapped over his shoulder, holding on as she limped along. She still was wearing her bikini and Phil carried a bag containing her clothes. Penny assisted her friend into the passenger seat of her father's car.

"Give me a call later. Let me know how it is. 'Kay?"

The car door closed and LaShawn nodded to her friend, "Yeah. Call you tonight."

They drove off leaving the girls to return to the pool. As they drove, Phil continuously glanced down at the child's naked legs, without her being aware that he was doing so. He was forgetting her injury. It was secondary now. A couple of times his eyes were bold enough to look at LaShawn's crotch. The bikini just barely hid the youngster's pussy. His cock hardened. His mind began racing. He was taking home the most beautiful young black girl that he had ever seen. She was in her skimpy bikini, which hid very little of her terrific body from his view. In addition, he fancied, she could be vulnerable if she still felt that her father's job and her lifestyle were threatened.

He kept stealing glances at her body. His erection was pushing up tightly within his bathing trunks. Then he looked up at her eyes. They were avoiding looking toward him. Phil realized that she seemed frightened but he did not know why.

When they arrived at LaShawn's house Phil went over to the passenger side to assist her. Again, her arm went around his neck with her hand going around to his shoulder as he led her forward to her house. He felt her breast accidentally bump and rub against his arm as they walked along.

As the door closed behind them, Phil led her to the couch. When they reached it he expected LaShawn to remove her arm from around his neck, but she did not. Standing there, Phil felt her breast pushing on his arm as he waited for her to let go of him. Instead, she turned somewhat toward him.

Then he heard her soft voice say, "Thanks...Dad."

Phil took a deep breath. Mustering up all of his courage, instead of pulling away, he turned toward her. LaShawn then moved again, turning completely to him. He looked down into her beautiful brown eyes. Their bodies remained extremely close, almost touching. When he had turned, her hand had moved from all the way around his back on his right shoulder to where she was now grabbing now at his left shoulder, while facing him.

Suddenly, almost as if on cue, they both moved in closer, and they were now touching. Phil was looking down into LaShawn's face. The child's full lips were trembling. Her frightened eyes refused to leave his.

Finally, Phil reached up his hands and brought them around the little girl's narrow waist and, after a moment's hesitation, moved them up around her back. Both of their chests were pounding. LaShawn's free hand went up on his other shoulder. Then both of her inexperienced hands moved to his neck.

"Shawny?" was all that Phil managed to say.

The vulnerable teenager blinked. She swallowed hard. All that she could do in response was nod. Finally, neither of them was able to contain their desires any longer. Their bodies crashed against each other and they groped desperately at each other.

Phil lowered his mouth down to meet the child's quivering lips. As their lips met, LaShawn instinctively opened her mouth. She began sucking and searching for his tongue and it quickly thrust into her hot wet mouth. She began murmuring into his mouth as her young body began to experience its first major sexual reaction. She was hot with a desire, a desire that she did not understand, but she did not want the feeling to stop.

Phil began grinding his inflamed cock into the crotch of her bikini and he was actually 'dry fucking' the little girl.

"Oh baby...Shawny...I...," he started to speak but her hands pulled his mouth right back down on hers.

Phil's hands pulled away from her back and he slowly moved them to just under her breasts, touching them lightly from beneath but not clutching them.

LaShawn was now grinding her hips right back into his and she momentarily pulled away from his mouth. There was a look of raw sex on her face now. Their eyes met and she hissed out at him, "Yes...I want you...please Mr....please Dad, it's...OHHkay. I...want you to fuck me!"

As LaShawn pulled Phil's face back down onto hers, his hands slipped up to encircle the mounds of her bikini top. The sudden rush of pleasure caused her to open her mouth wider under his, as she gasped. She wanted more of this pleasurable feeling. Almost without any effort she temporarily pulled away from him, rid herself of her bikini top, and, in a matter of seconds, was back sucking desperately at his mouth while grinding her crotch wildly against his.

To his dismay, Phil had no control as his cock began shooting spurts of cum in his trunks as he clasped at the flesh of her size 34B tits. "Nnnnnngggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He could not stop himself.

After he finished, they continued grinding against each other. He had never kissed and tongued such a hot mouth. She was pulling at the back of his head. Almost immediately, his cock began to become aroused again. He could not believe that it was enlarging in such a short time.

"LaShawn I...wait baby, wait. Where's your bedroom, hon?"

She forced her mouth away from his. There was now a wild look in the young girl's eyes. Phil took a half of a step back and looked at her.

"My God!" he whispered as he saw her nakedness for the first time. His eyes were drawn to her tits. They were everything that he had imagined and more. His hands were squeezing at the mounds of flesh. He was fascinated at the size of her aureoles with their hardened nipples.

LaShawn reached down and grabbed at his hands. Backing away, she took one of his hands to begin to lead him to her bedroom. His eyes followed her ass up the stairs as his prick quickly began to reach its full size again. His mind was awhirl that this child was this hot and that she was so willing. She pulled him into her bedroom and he followed on shaky legs.

As they came to the side of her bed, she stopped and turned to face him. Looking him straight in the eyes, she placed her thumbs under the tops of her bikini bottoms and pushed them down off her hips and down her long legs to her ankles, where she stepped out of them.

Phil gasped and his eyes took in the total beauty of this naked girl/woman. He looked first at the rounded tits and then his eyes looked down at her naked pussy. His chest was beating wildly.

"My God Shawny, you're so beautiful."

With his eyes glued to her young body, his hands frantically reached for his shorts and pushed them down and off. Her eyes opened wide at the sight of his cock. It was the first time that she had ever seen one so close to her.

They continued to stand at the side of the bed. Naked man-child and child-woman. Phil's eyes continued to run rapidly up and down the 13-year-old stunner, moving repeatedly from those beautiful tits to her shorthaired pussy. He looked into LaShawn's face and saw innocence, fear, and passion. He detected a tremor on her lips.

LaShawn was by now in a panic. Although she had made the decision to 'go all the way' with this white man, her feelings were running rampant nonetheless. She was frightened of the unknown and she felt that she was betraying her parents and her people. Yet, she was eager, almost to the point of desperation, to get her first taste of sex.

Looking at Phil, the young girl was fascinated. She had recently found out that the first time would hurt her. Moreover, when she had been secretly planning for Phil to take her for the first time, she had figured that all men's cocks were like her father's, whom she had seen once making love to her mother. She had fantasized being broken by something that long and fat. That had been her biggest fear. However, now looking at Phil she was pleasantly surprised. His cock was not half the size of her father's. LaShawn felt a degree of relief, although she was still apprehensive. This cock was only about six inches and only about an inch in diameter.

Phil saw her eyes resting on his inflamed cock. Gently he reached out and grabbed her hand. While looking into the eyes of the child's he brought her hand to his crotch, placing it on him. Her hand was trembling slightly as she grasped the flesh of his prick and he released his hold on her.

Phil gasped at the touch of the youngster's warm trembling fingers. "Nnnngggg!"

LaShawn then moved her eager young body into his and her fingers squeezed tighter on his flesh. His cock was at its maximum size now, inflamed again. His hands moved along the flesh of her stomach and up to her chest where each captured one of the young girl's breasts.

"Oooooo...Mr...Dad...mmmmmmmmmm!!"

Passion again fully filled each of them. Phil was looking deeply into her frightened eyes. He had to taste her quivering lips again. Her mouth was the hottest that he had ever tasted. His mouth lowered to hers. Suddenly her free hand rushed up at the back of his head and with a strength that shocked him, she pulled his face down onto hers. As their mouths touched, his tongue immediately lashed out. Eagerly her lips parted. Then his tongue was entering into her very wet sucking mouth.

The young girl could not understand all of the raging feelings erupting throughout her body but she was becoming desperate from the passion that was consuming her. Her whole mouth opened wider as the feelings overtook her. The taste of his mouth was fantastic and she wanted more. Their mouths were sucking savagely at each other.

LaShawn's fingers were squeezing and releasing on his manhood and Phil's hips were pushing and pulling into her hot hand.

Then his hands were pushing the little girl backwards by her arms. The backs of her legs were against her bed as he gently pushed. She allowed her body to go down on the bed to a sitting position. Then, under his direction, she laid back. At the same time, she released his cock and both of her hands were pulling at the back of his head. Their mouths were still at each other, wildly sucking. The girl's tongue experimented by searching in his mouth.

Phil quickly lay down alongside the little girl. Just as quickly, he turned onto her and immediately was between her long legs, between the tender flesh of her thighs. His hands were again clutching at the wonderful flesh of the young girl's breast. His thumbs and forefingers were squeezing at her nipples, creating a new excitement in her body, this time at her chest. She was now moaning and babbling into his mouth. She was clutching wildly at him.

Phil's cock was at the entrance of her pussy. Gently he pushed.

LaShawn tore her mouth away from his as her whole body tensed. The palms of her hands pressed at his ears as her frantic and frightened face looked with panic up at him. Her eyes showed her obvious fear.

"Don't hurt me...please...I..." She was really scared now.

Phil had not thought through any of this. Now, sudden realization and awareness began to dawn on him. He stopped his pushing effort and stared into the young girl's frightened face. Her lips were again quivering, but it was only now that he began to realize why. He should have known of the possibility, even expected it. Nevertheless, it had not been something that he had thought about.

"Shawny, hon, are you still a virgin?" he asked.

He knew before she responded what her answer was going to be. Without verbally answering him the frightened girl just nodded her head up and down quickly in short nods. He saw the fright on her face.

Phil suddenly realized just what was about to happen. This child was going to give him her virginity. She had saved it this long and now he was going to be the one to take it. To change her for life. He felt a strong feeling of disgust at himself. Girls saved themselves to be good and then some horny guy undoes it all in one night. This could be his daughter, he thought.

LaShawn just lay there looking up at him. He had never seen such a beautiful nakedness in his life. He was so far gone with passion that even if it had been his daughter under him, at that moment he would not have been able to stop himself.

"It's okay, Shawny. I...Daddy'll try to be nice to you. Daddy loves you baby."

He took his hands away from her breasts and began kissing, sucking, and licking at her shoulders and neck, then lower to the rising at the top of her chest. Her hands remained at his ears and the back of his head, guiding him down.

Then both of his hands were clutching at just one of LaShawn's breasts and his mouth sought the taste of this child/woman's flesh. His hands fed it to his hot, wet, sucking mouth. His eager lips and tongue worked over the girl's hardened nipples as his mouth enclosed over the aureole and began sucking on the little girl's tit.

"Oooo...Dad...Daddy...That's nice," she said. Her hands held his head to her.

Then Phil's mouth and hands pulled away from her breast. She felt one of his hands suddenly slip between her legs while his mouth continued its licking and sucking at the under-globe of her breast.

LaShawn was burning up with excitement. Her legs parted slightly to allow his hand easier access. She felt his fingers gently rubbing at her clitoris. Tenderly squeezing. Then it was rubbing in circles. His lips continued in a slow, deliberate, downward direction, kissing at her ribs and stomach and then coming to her belly button. Her belly was involuntarily twitching violently under his expert tongue, which was exciting her, moving in and around her belly button hole.

Suddenly LaShawn gasped. Phil's finger had penetrated into the hole of her moist cunt. She was unable to control her reactions anymore. Her hips pushed her cunt forward toward his intruding finger and her hands were pushing at his head urging his mouth lower to the frenzied pressure that she was feeling in her pussy.

Phil paused at the top of her mound and momentarily looked at the young girl's cunt. The mound was almost completely bald and there were the beginnings of a light growth of tiny curly black hairs on it.

While Phil's finger was gently moving in and out of the hole, his mouth descended on LaShawn's clit. He took it between his lips and sucked on it softly. Her hips were now automatically rotating and she was moaning from the pleasure he was causing. Her hands continued to push down at his head.

With his lips around her clit Phil withdrew his finger from her hole; eagerly replacing it with his nose. The small of raw, virgin pussy was inflaming to his senses. He was overwhelmed by the smell. He thought that he would black out as his temples were throbbing from the passion that consumed him. The aroma was awesome.

Suddenly, with all of his might, he sniffed inward. The shock that overtook LaShawn's body was unbelievable.

"OAAAHHHHH!!!!" she cried out from the tremendous sensation.

Her hands clamped tighter at his head violently pushing him into her. At the same time, her hot thighs tightened around his ears. Never before had she ever felt anything like this.

Again, his nose sucked in deeply while at the same time his tongue licked rapidly at the child's clit. Then she was clutching at his head frantically while at the same time she was fucking his face. A mournful steady moan escaped from her lips. A wave was building within her body causing her hips their involuntary bucking up into his wonderful mouth. A tremendous spasm began in her pussy and she gave in completely to the wonderful feeling.

"Yes, Daddy...oooo...yeah, yes," she was muttering.

As the wave crested and fell, LaShawn relaxed her body. Her hands slowly loosened her grip.

However, Phil did not stop. Never before had he been face fucked with a pussy. LaShawn's hot, passionate reaction was foreign to him. He had actually made her cum while he ate her. Now, if it was at all possible, her cunt smelled even more awesome than when he started. Then his tongue was at her hole. He kept it as hard and flat as possible as he push it in and out of her. A small sound erupted from her throat.

"Pleasssse, oooo, it's goood...tooo gooooooohhhhh...mmmm...nnnnnggg..." She was immediately aroused and bucking again.

Phil was so hot from eating a black, virgin pussy he found that he was automatically fucking into the bed. Her excitement at his face was driving him wild. As his mouth and tongue continued the assault on the delicious cunt his nose once more went into the by now totally moistened hole and again sniffed deeply. This time her legs began to tremble. They were like rubber now. Each time his nose inhaled inside her, the intake cause LaShawn's legs to shake.

"Daddy...Daddy...please...I want to...Plea-EEEZZE!!!"

Phil pulled his mouth away from the pussy and then he was again moving up on young LaShawn's body. They both had a sense of urgency now and it was only in a matter of seconds that his legs were placed between hers. As his cock again touched her cunt, his mouth was nearing hers. Again, her hands went up and covered his ears with her fingers at the back of his head. Again, their eyes were locked. She had a wild passionate look on her face.

Phil's cock gently pushed at the entrance of the child's hole, sliding into the moisture of her pussy lips. When just the head had entered, he paused. She was looking up at him with a wanton look on her face.

"Yes. It's okay Daddy. Fuck me...Fuck me!" She pulled his face down to hers and as their lips joined she spoke into his mouth, "Hurt me Daddy...mmmmm....oh fuck me." Then she pushed her hips up frantically to meet him.

Phil let out a large cry and mentally he left the world of common sense. The man pushed his cock desperately past the little girl's cunt lips. There was only one single thought in his head now. He was completely overcome by sex. He plunged fiercely into the virgin pussy, burying his cock as deep into her cunt as he could.

LaShawn's mouth opened wide beneath his as she sucked in for air and fought to keep from screaming. Her arms were wrapped tightly around him as she felt him fucking into her furiously. He was pounding in and out of her burning pussy. He had not even paid attention to the initial obstruction. He only knew that his cock had to be satisfied.

"Oh, Shawny, oh baby, I'm...Daddy's gonna cum baby, I'm gonna..."

His pounding continued fast and furious, in and out. Her legs instinctively wrapped around the back of his.

"Okay Daddy okay. Cum...cum in me Daddy, cum in me...you want to cum in your daughter...hah?"

"Erngg...yeah baby I...I." He felt as if his cock's size was now increasing to new heights.

"Tell me Daddy," she said as her hips began responding to his. "Tell me you want to fuck your daughter."

As he continued plunging in and out of LaShawn's tight pussy, his cock was reaching its maximum size and he felt the rush from the approaching blast that was going to break the dam.

"I'm gonna cummmmm. I...I gonna cum...in my daughter...OOHHHH FUCCK...fuck my daughter!!!"

He felt his cock releasing its juices inside the girl's cunt, in short bursts. Her eyes remained squeezed tightly shut as he finished within her. She felt his cock move, in jerking, hardened movements each time another squirt of cum shot out of his cock.

As he finished, Phil slowly came back to the real world. It was then that he saw that LaShawn's face was covered with tears.

He suddenly felt terribly guilty. This could have been his daughter with some guy, he thought.

His daughter...

Phil replayed this fucking episode and he remembered his babbling at LaShawn's urging. He was now looking into her eyes and, almost as if she was reading his mind, she gave him a forgiven smile and nodded at him.

He was astonished when she whispered, "You'll fuck her, Dad...you'll fuck your daughter..."

Phil started to object and reply but as he opened his mouth to respond, she pulled his mouth down to hers and began kissing him. He began to kiss her back and within seconds, their mouths were kissing softly, but responsively.

"Next time it won't hurt, right?" she whispered.

"No baby. You'll like it next time," he assured her, surprised that she said that there would be a next time. Her tongue shot momentarily into his mouth. He began to suck on it and then it was withdrawn.

"I love you, Daddy," she offered. Her fingers were lightly playing with his ears, exciting him.

"I...I love you too, Shawny." Phil honestly felt something for this wonderful girl. His lips were again sucking in her tongue and his prick was rubbing lightly against her soaking cunt.

"Was I good? Was it good, Dad?" she asked. She was moving under him now.

"Yeah sweetheart, it was good...And it will get better."

"You liked fucking me...you liked fucking your daughter?" she whispered and her mouth left his. Then he felt her lips and tongue working at his ear, arousing him further.

Phil was confused at the conversation, but he answered, "It was good fucking Shawny. It was great."

LaShawn mouth was working expertly on his ear while her hips ground up at his. He felt her tongue move in a small circle in his ear and that brought his cock up to full size.

"Daddy wants to fuck his daughter again?"

"Yes hon...very much so,." he answered her question cautiously. What was she talking about? What was she trying to say to him?

He was pushing his body harder within her crotch now as her fingers and mouth, which were working on his neck and ear, had him heating up; and he was almost warm enough to start another round.

"Tell me you want to fuck your daughter...Tell me!" she murmured in his ear.

"You're my daughter Shawny. I want to fuck you baby," he said.

Her mouth went back on his and her tongue shot deep into his mouth, exciting him further. Then it withdraw and LaShawn began to lick her tongue over his lips. His cock was rock hard again.

"I'm not your daughter, Dad...Penny's your daughter," she whispered while their mouths sucked and lips pecked at each other. "You want to fuck your daughter Daddy, tell me...tell me you want to...tell me you're going to...fuck her."

Phil's cock became a throbbing mass again as a result of this conversation. His mind was becoming unglued again as he realized what they were really talking about. His mind flashed to his daughter Penny and pictured her body, and he knew that he did want to.

"I want...I want to fuck her...I...Penny, I want to fuck...Penny," he finally said.

LaShawn looked hard into his eyes. She smiled and clutched at his head.

"You'll fuck her...I promise...she wants you to fuck her." With that, LaShawn pulled his mouth back down tightly to hers.

Suddenly a car door could be heard closing outside. With a matter of seconds, they were out of bed and into their bathing suits. LaShawn ran around the bed, remaking it, straightening out the sheets and blankets.

Beth called from downstairs and she entered the house, "Hello?" She had seen Phil's car.

"Up here Mom." LaShawn called back as she lay back on top of the bed.

Chapter 6

By the time that Beth arrived upstairs, Phil and LaShawn were set in their places. He was alongside and she had a foot elevated by a pillow.

LaShawn explained the accident and told her mother that Phil had been nice enough to bring her home. She said that they had just arrived home a few minutes earlier. She assured Beth that it was nothing serious and said that she just wanted to lay down for a while.

Amazingly, Beth never even looked at her daughter's ankle or leg. She stood behind Phil at the top of the bed and during the whole conversation she only looked at LaShawn's face.

Suddenly Phil seemed in a hurry. "I...I'd better, better go."

"I'll walk down with you," said Beth as Phil stood in front of her, blocking her view of LaShawn. As they turned to leave Beth called back to her daughter, "I'll be right back, baby."

Beth walked out the door first and LaShawn called to him, "Thanks Mr. Paterson."

He followed Beth but just outside the bedroom door he saw an opportunity and stuck his head back in to say "You're Welcome Shawny. You take care of yourself."

Beth, who was outside the door, could not see that while Phil was responding verbally to LaShawn, he was also indicating to her to look at herself. Looking down LaShawn saw the stains and indications of blood on and around the bikini bottom. It was truly amazing that her mother had missed it...or did she?

As Beth led the way, she held a conversation with Phil. Normally, he would have been eager to be around this beautiful, black woman, but now he was just relieved that he had escaped disaster.

"John seems to think that a new round of layoffs is near...I...I guess I shouldn't ask?" she asked.

"No, I guess you shouldn't...Sorry Beth, I can't say," he answered purposely.

Beth's stomach dropped. She felt that Phil's response told her the whole story. He was going to let her husband go...lay him off. She knew that this had been a real possibility and in recent weeks, she had devised imaginary scenarios to try to stop it. Now it was actually happening, she thought.

She knew now that the one recurring scenario was now the only real hope to save her husbands job. Could she pull it off? Could she get him?

"Any chance of you telling just me? I promise I can keep a secret." She said it in a kidding tone, hoping beyond hope that this conversation would go further.

Phil stopped at the door alongside of her. Their eyes looked at each other for a long time. Finally, he responded, "How secret is secret?" he asked, but he was not smiling.

Their eyes stayed locked on each other's. Beth's wide smile slowly disappeared until only a small playful smile remained at the corner of her full mouth.

"As secret as you want," she finally answered.

"Yeah, sure...like you could keep a secret from John." He was not sure whether she was just playing or if there was real meaning here.

Beth's eyes focused directly on his face. She paused, and then her smile completely disappeared.

"Try me," she said.

Phil was almost positive now of the message. His cock was fully erect.

After a pause he asked, "When?"

This was the decisive moment for Beth now. She knew that if she went any further that there would not be any turning back. She could easily end this now by making it seem that they were only talking of keeping a secret. She had never been unfaithful to her husband, but she knew that if John lost his job they could lose everything.

"LaShawn's going to my sister's house on Tuesday. My sister and her husband are on vacation and want to take her out for the day," she began nervously.

Phil saw that Beth was having a lot of difficulty and he spoke to help her get through this, "How 'bout I tell you then what's happening?"

They were both completely on the same page now.

Beth looked away from his eyes. Her heart was racing like a schoolgirl. She was so frightened and yet she was very intrigued. She saw that Phil had an erection and this excited her.

"Okay," she whispered.

"What time, Beth?" he asked.

"You tell me. John leaves for work at seven and LaShawn will be gone at least an hour before that. Neither of them will be home until night. Anytime during the day at all Phil."

He again looked into her eyes. He had fantasized since he first met her about this moment.

"How about 2 minutes after 7?" he smiled, but she knew that he was dead serious about the time. She nodded.

Phil opened the door to leave and said goodbye, adding, "See you then."

Chapter 7

"Goodbye Mom. See you Friday. I love you," LaShawn called as she was closing the door.

"Love you too. Be good," Beth responded.

LaShawn was on her way.

It was 5:30 a.m. on Tuesday. Beth took a deep breath and headed back upstairs to their bedroom where John was still asleep. She walked in and over to the bed and looked down at him. A terrible emptiness and sadness had taken over her thinking. She had not slept well for the past few days knowing that she was going to betray his love this morning.

John was lying in his shorts. Beth wanted to make love to him one last time as a clean woman. She knew that she would feel dirty after today. After today, she would feel like a slut.

Beth had wanted to have sex with her husband since she made that awful arrangement but somehow something always came up and it did not happen. In fact, it had been over a month since she and John made love. They had never before gone so long without sex. Usually their lovemaking was the one constant in the marriage. It was their one daily pleasure.

The problems at work caused them to break this routine. He was working all kinds of late hours trying to resurrect the business from his part of the company.

Looking down at the sleeping body, she took a deep breath. He was probably full, she thought. She wanted that fullness in her.

Beth untied the belt of her robe and let it drop to the floor. She was completely naked as she climbed onto the bed. Laying alongside her husband her hand slowly reached into the slit in his shorts and softly enclosed on his massive cock. John moved in his sleep but did not wake. She loved to feel him.

She was proud to have him as a husband. She had been so happy with herself over the years because she had been able to keep him sexually satisfied. She heard years ago that John had a cock that was bigger than most people had ever seen. His old school friends and army buddies that she had met all said the same thing. He was the biggest that they had ever seen. She was not sure if this was true because he was the only one that she had known.

Beth was pleased that she was able to take all of his massiveness into her pussy. Moreover, she worked hard learning how to take his cock in her mouth and give him pleasure. She actually was educated by a couple of former girlfriends who turned 'pro'. They told her how to relax and how to make her mouth accept and respond to John's cock.

As Beth continued squeezing him, John stirred. She felt his cock size begin to increase in the palm of her hand. She released the pressure and then squeezed again. The size continued to increase under her expert manipulations.

As John's cock continued to enlarge Beth brought her head down. She had worked the pole of massive flesh through the slit of the shorts. Holding it in her hand, she placed her open mouth on the head, taking just the tip between her lips.

With her lips just around the head of his cock, Beth slowly allowed her tongue to roll over the tip, at the hole. At the same time, her free hand slipped under his huge balls and fondled them gently.

When John's cock totally expanded to its massive size, he awoke. Looking down at Beth, who was working her mouth expertly on him, he smiled. He wondered what had brought this on but he did not dwell on the thought; he was too pleasantly surprised. He was already in an aroused state.

"Good morning," he managed to whisper as he felt the build-up of pleasure in his loins.

"Mmmmm" Beth responded as her hands and mouth continued to work on his fully erect, massive prick. His prick twitched forward into her mouth as a short wave of pleasure increased his excitement.

He looked over at the clock. It was 5:45 a.m. Suddenly, he tensed.

"Oh shit, Bets...I told you that I wanted to get up early. I wanted to get to work earlier.

Beth had pulled her mouth off his cock and before she could say anything John was rolling away from her and off the bed. His cock was still in a fully aroused state.

Speaking softly he continued, "I'm sorry, hon," he said. "I'd like to but...I'm sorry."

Saying that, he then threw on his robe and went to the bedroom door. He looked back at Beth, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed, naked. They had not fucked in over a month and it looked to him like she was missing it as much as he did. Unfortunately, at this time, work was paramount.

"I'm sorry...later," he said as he turned and went downstairs.

In the kitchen, John poured a cup of coffee from the automatic maker, and he had some juice and a quick bowl of cereal. His arousal finally subsided.

After breakfast, he went into the bathroom and showered. Running the hot water over his body, he thought of how Beth woke him up. He was sorry that he had to stop her. Even after these 13 years of marriage, she still turned him on. As he thought of her, his soapy hand ran the length of his prick. He was quickly becoming hard again. They were used to fucking on a daily basis, so this long layoff from sex was a strain on both of them.

John shook himself out of his reverie and found that he had been stroking himself. His massive cock was as hard as a rock, and it was beginning to build up pressure inside. He had to force himself to stop. Beth had really started him going today, he told himself. He had better calm down or else he would be horny all day.

Once he got out of the shower John quickly dried off and then shaved. His erection subsided somewhat but not completely because he kept remembering Beth's mouth on his cock. It was not often that she gave him a blowjob. His prick was much too big for her mouth and she did not really enjoy giving 'head'. Nonetheless, when she did go down on him, Beth gave him the greatest blow-jobs that he had ever experienced.

When he finished shaving, his cock was again fully enlarged. He had been fantasizing about it being shoved all the way down Beth's throat and the mental image again had him aroused.

When he returned to the bedroom to dress, Beth was lying in bed, under the covers. John looked at the clock, which now read 6:40 a.m. He could be dressed in five minutes, but that would only mean a 15-minute earlier than normal start for work.

She was lying on her side facing him. John saw that smoky hot look in her eyes. They were looking at the spot in his robe where his cock would be. His semi-hardness began to increase quickly. She could see the lump.

Beth smiled and brought her eyes up to look into his. She desperately wanted to give him one last fuck while she was still untouched by any other man. She wanted his cock badly.

She licked her tongue over her lips as her eyes stayed glued to his aroused state. She wanted to push him over the edge. She then threw the blanket off her body and, as happened to him so often in the past, the sight of his wife's beautiful naked body made his decision an easy one.

John dropped his shorts and her smile widened. His massive cock was now fully erect.

"I don't have much time, Bets, but I want you bad. It's been too long, hon."

He got to the side of the bed to climb in and she reached out her hand to stop him. As he stood there by the bed, Beth pushed over her body toward him. One of her hands cupped his balls which the other grabbed the monster prick and directed it toward her mouth. This was not her favorite form of sex but she knew that it drove him wild. Moreover, her only concern at this time was to make her husband completely happy; to give him total enjoyment.

John felt the pressure in his cock build as Beth brought the tip to her mouth. Her lips opened and as she took the flesh into her hot wet mouth, he gasped for air as his hands automatically clutched at her hair. Of all the girls who ever gave him a blow-job Beth was the only one that was able to fit his full cock into her mouth. Somehow, Beth found the way to relax her throat muscles to allow him to get all the way in.

"Mmmmmmmmm, ooooooooooo," he moaned in pleasure.

She began taking him in and he felt her tongue moving all around the shaft, while her wonderful lips were sucking him in deeper. His hips began to thrust forward and then pull back as Beth worked his cock expertly. His hands clasped tighter on the back of her head holding her in place as he fucked at her sucking mouth.

"Nnnnnnnnngngngngnggggggg....," he moaned as she continued expertly sucking.

The pressure from the pleasure was building higher and his hands tightened on her head. He was fucking a little harder into her mouth now. She had managed to allow at least the front six inches of his huge cock down in her throat while four to six inches of the rest of his cock pumped in and out of her mouth.

Her hands were around him now in the crack of his ass and she was pulling him harder into her mouth.

"Oooooo, Bets, ooooo," he said as he continued thrusting. His legs began to tremble.

Slowly, but deliberately Beth slipped her mouth back and away from him, letting his massive hard-on pop from her lips. She knew that he was ready to finish and today she did not want it down her throat. She had been waiting for this for a month. She also wanted this to be a fuck that John remembered.

Her hand was pulling him by the cock toward the bed as she rolled back over onto her back.

John was totally inflamed. He wanted nothing more than to shoot his load. He desperately wanted release. Beth led him up to the bed and he was quickly between her legs. His cock was instantly at the entrance of her pussy and began pushing at her. She eagerly opened herself wide for him and he quickly slipped the head, deep into her cunt.

"OHHHH," she moaned and her hips thrust up to meet his. Meanwhile Beth's legs spread even wider and then wrapped around his. The pleasures that coursed through her body were glorious.

"Aaaaaahhhhhggggg," he grunted as his cock pushed all the way to the depths of her moist pussy, totally and pleasurably filling her insides. She was fucking back at him now.

Beth continued to wrap her arms and legs tightly around him and she pushed her cunt up to confront him.

"Oh, fuck, John, fuck, fuck me, ooooo, fuck meeeee ooooo," she was muttering.

John was grunting incoherently while he continued pounding in and out of her. Beth, fucking up at him, knew that his climax was rapidly approaching.

She began tightening and loosening her pussy muscles while at the same time she clasped around him tightly. Her hips were wildly grinding up and down under his.

"Ohhhh baby, I'm cumming!" John yelled as he continued to plunge in and out of her.

Beth knew that his climax was upon them and she concentrated harder at making her pussy muscles work their magic on him squeezing and extracting all of the cum that had been building up in him all month.

"Cum baby cum....cum....Oh Johnnnnneeee cummmm" Her nails were scratching at his back.

"YAAAAAHHH!" John felt the eruption begin. He was shooting his load into her and he kept pushing and pulling frantically. He had never felt her pussy drawing in around his cock as nice as now. It was squeezing and loosening with a fierceness that he had never felt and he continued shooting his hot juices into her. He could not remember the last time that he came so hard or so much.

Beth drained the last drops from him and finally relaxed, feeling semi-satisfied. Unfortunately, she did not finish yet because she had been concentrating so much on manipulating her muscles to satisfy him that he came too soon.

"My God!" John shouted. The clock read 6:55 a.m.

In a flash, he was out of bed and within six minutes, he was dressed and leaving. Beth was still lying in bed as he hurriedly said goodbye and left.

It was 7:01 a.m. when John rushed out of the house. He had the car started and moving within seconds. He pulled out of his driveway and onto the street. He was off for work. He quickly turned the corner and he was gone by 7:02 a.m.

Chapter 8

Phil had been laying in wait down the block. He had been waiting anxiously. He watched and saw John leave his house, heading the opposite way from where Phil was, and then disappear around the corner.

In a matter of seconds, he was at the door, ringing the bell. Beth wiped the tears from her cheek with a handkerchief. She threw on a robe and went to the front door. As soon as she opened the door and looked into Phil's face, she could see that his passion had already overtaken his thoughts.

"I didn't expect you this early," she lied, hoping that her nervousness and distress did not show.

"G'mornin' I was just passing the neighborhood...," he started with a grin. "...Tell you the truth Beth I've been down the block for at least 15 minutes. I just saw him leave."

He entered the house and she closed the door behind him. Once inside they both stopped and faced each other.

"Not in any hurry, hah?" she asked with a forced grin. She wanted to give him an impression that she wanted him. She did not want him to think that she had a motive.

He just looked into Beth's eyes. He felt awkward, but he was sure that he could see desire in her eyes. He then looked and saw that she was still in her robe. Her breasts were only partially hidden and he could see some of the rounded flesh. The light brown color of her skin excited him. It always did when he looked at or even fantasized about her. Although she was considered light-skinned, Beth was black when compared to her daughter. He did not know why but it was that blackness, in addition to her awesome beauty, that created his feelings of lust for her.

She stepped in close to him. Her breasts were now touching his chest as her face looked up at him. Phil believed that he saw a hunger in her face and his prick began to harden. He was hot for her. He had always been hot for her.

Her full mouth was partially opened. Her lips were actually quivering. Phil lowered his head tentatively and she closed her eyes. Their lips lightly touched but just as quick, he nervously started to pull back.

Beth pushed further into him and her tongue flicked out at his lips. Suddenly, Phil groaned and pushed his body strongly into hers. His arms went around her waist and pulled her into him. His hard cock pressed up against her belly.

Beth tore her mouth from his and whispered hotly, "Wait, Phil...wait."

Her hand was holding his and she led him quickly up the stairs to her bedroom, where not ten minutes before her husband shot his cum deep into her. She led Phil to her bed and again turned to him.

Again, their lips mashed together and their mouths sucked in at each other. His hands slipped around her waist and pulled her into him. Her wet opened mouth accepted and sucked in his intruding tongue.

Because she had not calmed down from her unfulfilled, state she was rapidly heating up. One of her hands went around Phil's waist while the other reached unashamedly for his crotch. Her fingers searched for and quickly found his cock. Even though it was rock hard, it was still smaller than John's was when her husband's was soft.

Beth began squeezing his hardness. Phil let out a moan. Pressed against him, she was quickly reaching that state of no return. His hot kisses and their intertwining tongues were turning her on.

"Baby...baby...mmm...Oh how bad I wanted you so long...," he was talking into her mouth and they were grinding away into each other. "Oooo, my beauty....my black beauty..."

Beth moved her hand from around his waist to his shirt-front. Her fingers began to open his shirt buttons and, when they were finished, the shirt fell open. Her free hand quickly went to his chest and began tweaking his nipple while her other hand worked on his prick. One of her hands continuously was working at his prick while her other played with his breast.

"You like black, Phil?" she asked.

"Mmmm, yeah," he said as they were nibbling at the others lips.

"Tell me Phil...tell me." Her mouth moved from his and sucked in one of his ears. Her hand at his crotch moved to the zipper in his slacks and quickly pulled it down. He suddenly felt her hot eager fingers touch his flesh and again he groaned. She had a firm grip on the shaft of his cock.

"Oh I love black baby," he said hurriedly. "I love you...my black beauty."

Then suddenly both of her hands were at his belt. She pulled at it frantically. As Beth was opening it, Phil was quickly pulling his shirt off and discarding it on the floor. She managed to open his pants and they too fell to the floor.

As he was stepping out of his slacks, he was untying the belt of her robe. As it opened, Phil gasped. His eyes hungrily ran over her whole body. He looked with wonder at her beautiful tits surging proudly forward, then down to the mound of her pussy buried in a sea of short black curly hairs, and finally over her long brown shapely legs. His cock was on fire.

He quickly pushed his shorts off his hips and down to the floor while Beth was taking the robe off her body, dropping it to the floor also. They were both completely naked now. He moved into to her waiting body. She moved backward onto the bed and drew him with her. She was quickly lying on her side with Phil alongside, half on top of her. Her hand reached down and again took his cock and began a squeezing routine.

His mouth again sought Beth's and hers opened in a desperate search for his tongue. His hands were triumphantly at her breasts, squeezing at the large nipples. She felt those thrilling sensations churning in her loins and her hips were rhythmically pushing up into him. She tore her mouth from his momentarily.

"You do like black, Phil?" she whispered.

"I...yeah baby, I love black,." he responded. He knew she was proud of her black heritage and assumed that she wanted to make him say that black was beautiful. He would have said whatever she wanted at this point.

"How much, Phil?" Her mouth was on his ear now. She whispered sharply, "How much do you want black? Tell me, tell your black beauty."

Her lips began sucking on his ear while her tongue flicked in and out.

"I want all of you baby...all...every black inch of you"

They were ardently grinding against each other.

"And every drop of black, too?" she continued her game.

""Oh yeah baby...every inch...and every drop...baby wants...my black beauty wants my tongue, doesn't she?"

Their mouths were again sucking against each other. His hands continued working on her fleshy tits and her hand were still actively squeezing at his cock.

"Nnnngggg..." Beth moaned and sucked his tongue back into hers. She was hotter than anything that Phil had ever seen. Almost nymph-like. Totally abandoned with a passionate desperation. Frantically she spoke into his mouth, "Yes Phil...yes...I want your tongue. Your black beauty wants your tongue...in my ass Phil...tongue my black ass...my black cunt...Oh please Philly...eat me...please..."

She had been lying on her side against him. He now pushed her gently so that she released his cock and was now totally on her back. He raised himself and lay alongside of her. He looked at her entire naked body. She was truly a beauty. An immensely beautiful brown woman. He saw that her face was wild with passion.

He lowered his mouth toward the flesh of her wonderful tits. The purplish-dark brown aureoles around the nipples were as large as silver dollars. Slowly his mouth enclosed on one of the nipples and his tongue licked gently. Her hands flew to behind his head and she moaned from the exciting pleasure rushing through her body.

Her hands were clasping his head, then running through his hair then squeezing at his ears, while his mouth worked magically on her brown body. As his tongue and lips worked downward, his hand slipped between her legs, at the mound. Her hips pushed to meet him.

Phil was shocked. He had heard that blacks enjoyed sex much more that whites but until now, he never believed it. Now he did. His finger found that Beth's cunt was saturated from what he assumed were her juices from this encounter. He had never felt any girl this wet.

She was moaning continuously now as he fingered her wet pussy hole and continued lowering his mouth from her tit; down over the hot flesh of her twitching stomach. His tongue was licking and tasting while his mouth gave open kisses over small areas of her skin.

"My black beauty...my beautiful brown body...I love it. I love you...," he continued murmuring and licking as her hands clutched at his head and her hips rotated involuntarily. Her cunt was pushing up and down at his penetrating three fingers and she now was mumbling almost incoherently.

"Phil...Philly...eat me, eat my black cunt...eat my ass...oooo, Phil...oooo...that's good. Phil, t-talk... talk to me...Please? Please?...T-talk to your black pussy...tellMMMMM...tell your...oooo, tell your black pussy you love it. Tell your black ass...oooo, eat me Philly...eat ooohhh."

While he had been lowering his head on her body he had also been maneuvering his body; changing directions, so that the two lovers were now facing opposite ways. His head finally reached her crotch area. With his lips at the mound and one hand in her pussy, Phil turned slowly to lie on his back. His free hand moved under her and clasped a cheek of her ass. He then expertly pulled at her, guiding her body on top of him. They were then in a '69' position with her on top.

His face was now between her brown, beautiful twin thighs and he felt this hot flesh on his cheeks and ears. Her ass and cunt was before his face and he too was wild with passion. His mouth went dry from this most pleasurable sight.

He placed his palms on the warm flesh of her buttocks, each enclosing on a cheek. His thumbs separated the crack of her ass and his eyes ogled the tight looking asshole. It was perfect. He moved his face into the brown ass.

"Tell it Phil...tell the black ass...your black ass...tell your ass you love it..."

He pushed his nose right into her asshole and sniffed hard. His fingers continued pushing in and out of the wet cunt. Beth groaned from the pleasure that was consuming her. He pulled his nose away and suddenly his tongue shot forward into her hole, pushing as deep as he could into its tightness and then withdrawing. He kept repeating this and then he started talking into her flesh.

"I love black ass...I love you, black ass...I love you..." He was actually talking to and into her ass.

He felt her tongue running gently over his shaft and his balls. "Tell your black pussy Phil...you love your black pussy. You love black juices...suck me Phil...eat me...tell me, tell the juice that you love it."

Phil was out of his mind with passion. He would have said anything that she wanted. He was as far away from reality as she was now.

His mouth stayed upon her flesh and moved downward on her. His tongue started licking down toward his fingers that were still fucking at her. She was soaking wet. He could not believe a woman could cum so much. He did not think that a woman's cum ever came out. Obviously, he was wrong. Beth's cunt was saturated.

He began licking and sucking at the cuntal area. He was wild from the intoxicating smell of this woman. He was swallowing the wonderful taste.

"Tell me Phil, tell me...Do you like black juices? Tell me..."

She was fucking up to his face while she continued licking at his shaft. Suddenly he felt his cock sliding into her hot moist mouth and he became wilder.

"I love black juice...your pussy...I love it...mmmm...good...black juice...," he continued talking as he licked, sucked, tasted, and swallowed.

He withdrew his fingers from her pussy and his mouth and tongue began a violently pleasurable assault. His cock was moving with ease in her mouth and he could not stop himself from fucking into it. Her tongue and mouth were driving him to an eruption.

She quickly slid her mouth off of his cock and hissed to him, "That's John's black juices you love Phil...it...John's cum...tell me you love John's cum, Phil."

The entire length of his cock was completely in her mouth again.

He was too far-gone to think coherently. His mouth continued licking into her cunt, which was fucking hard into his face now. His mind was totally overwhelmed with lust as the whole scene was inflaming his mind. As his mouth worked on Beth's pussy, he suddenly thought of John's huge cock and how it had penetrated within these depths. Phil was no longer Phil. Temporarily his mind was deranged with sex.

"I love black juice...John's cum...I love John's cum." As he blubbered into her cunt, his cock was bursting forth. As the first blast of release came he called out, "I want John's cunt...I want John's cock!"

Tremendous spasms were shaking through Beth's loins now and he continued shooting his cum into her sucking mouth and down her throat. They were both clinging to the other as they continued to fuck furiously at the others mouth.

"OHHHHHH, You black cunnnnnnnnt! I love you, you black cnnnnnnnnt!"

When they were both finished Phil moved up and lay alongside her. They were both on their sides facing each other. His cock was limp.

Looking directly at her, he could not believe her transformation. She no longer looked like an innocent sweetly smiling beauty. Instead, he now saw in her face a wanton look of lust as if all that existed was sex; and that was all she wanted. If he tried to describe her look, he couldn't. Her eyes were glassy and her lips had sensually enlarged.

His hand reached over and held the flesh of one her perfect breasts and his mouth leaned forward for a taste of her tender lips. One of her hands fell to his crotch and began to gently squeeze on his balls. She moved her hand up to his cock and also squeezed there and returned to his balls. She was surprised at the smallness of his manhood. Phil was only the second man that she ever had. John was the first.

Her hands kept manipulating. As her fingers worked on him, she tried to think of what to compare the size of his cock to. When it had been fully aroused, it could have been compared to a small cucumber. Then she thought of her husband.

She remembered the time that John had put two cans of coke on his belly next to his hard-on. His prick was taller than those two cans combined and just as thick around.

"That was great. You were really good, Phil. I wouldn't have guessed," she said.

As if to answer, he sucked for a moment on her hot mouth.

"Was it good for you? Was it what you thought, Philip?" she spoke into his mouth.

"Yeah, Beth, yeah...No...No, you were better!"

Her mouth was moving under his and her tongue darted swiftly inside of his. Her hand clasped around his cock. As a new erection began, Beth felt it grow within her hand. Their bodies moved closer together as the heat began to rise again within them.

She pulled her mouth away again. "Did you like your black cunt?" she whispered into his mouth.

Both of his hands were now on her full breasts, squeezing at the hot flesh. His thumbs and forefingers began tweaking at her aroused nipples.

"Um hmmm, yeah. I mmmm loved my black cunt," he responded as his mind started going into a thousand pieces.

"You liked the taste of black cunt, didn't you, Philly?" she continued as her fingers kept squeezing and releasing their pressure around his cock. His hips were beginning to respond to her handling.

"Ummmm, yeah," Phil said into her lips as Beth's hand reached behind his head and pulled his mouth down hard on hers. She began grinding her hips back into his while her other hand continued working on his fully aroused prick.

"You liked my cunt...the taste...and John's cum mixed in it, hah, Phil?"

They were again becoming a passionate body of one.

"Yeah! Mmmm, yeah."

"Tell me...I want to hear it Philly, tell me...I love to suck John's cock...and you loved....mmm...you loved the taste too...didn't you? Tell me Phil..."

Their bodies were feverishly working against each other now.

"Oh yeah, I liked it...you, your cunt...the taste...if...if it was...yeah Beth I...liked the taste..."

"Of John's cock Philly...say it...," she hissed into his ear as her mouth and tongue ran around it.

Both of them were working up to a new passionate level. Their bodies were grinding and their mouths and lips were moving, sucking, and licking at each other's mouths, necks, and ears.

Beth's tongue was again darting in and out of his ear and then licking around it while her hand was pulling up at his cock, squeezing and stretching at it.

"Noooo Beth. I...ooo," he was starting to move his hips harder, fucking into her squeezing hand.

"How did his cock juice taste, Phil? Tell me it was good!" She lashed her tongue furiously around his ear.

"Ohhhmmmm, good...it...it was good..." He thought of her tasty cunt. Whatever she wanted him to say at this point, he would. She had him at her mercy.

"You want to suck it for me...don't you? You will Phil, won't you...for me Phil...for me..." Her tongue was performing miracles on him as her body twisted against him.

"Oh...yeah, yeah," he shouted.

"Tell me you want to...for me...tell me..."

Phil had pushed back on her luscious breasts guiding her gently onto her back. His mouth was licking at her neck as he rose above her and settled his legs between her thighs. She still held his cock in her hand and she was moving it, almost like a finger within the lips of her cunt. Their mouths again began sucking at each other.

Then she pulled her lips from him. "You want to suck it...tell me...!" she commanded into his mouth as she held hers open awaiting his further assault.

"I want...I want to suck it...I..."

Beth now became wild with passion. Her hand left his cock at the entrance of her tunnel. Both of her hands moved frantically up his back and began clutching at the back of his head, guiding their mouths and lips. They were sucking and tonguing; mashing desperately together. Her legs parted further and her cunt pushed against his cock, urging him inside. Her hands pulled his face from her mouth and her eyes looked up hotly into his.

As Phil's cock slowly went into her, he realized that it was his words that were turning Beth into a wild animal. If it was at all possible, seeing her like that inflamed him even more.

"I want to suck it...Beth...John's cock...I want to suck John's cock for you..."

"NNNGGGGG!" Beth let out a guttural sound from her throat. Her legs enclosed around him as she sought to draw him in deeper. She was bucking up and down under him, clutching to him. She was near her final climax.

"Yes yes fuck fuck...what...ooh tell me Phil...tell me...I'm cumming Phil I'm cumming...wha-what are you-oooo going to do....with...John?..."

He too was at the peak of his eruption. He was ferociously plunging into her sopping clutching box. The blood was rushing into his cock. He would have said anything to keep her so hot and to finish together in such a wild fashion. He was finally fucking this black beauty and he desperately wanted nothing more that to cum in her. He had fantasized this. Cum in her!

"I'mmmm gonna...oooo Beth...yes...I'll suck his cock...I'll suck John's c-c-coccck...I want to..."

He began squirting into the frantic body that was writhing beneath him. She was clutching and fucking up to him, urging him on.

"Cum Philly cum....CUMMMMMM...ooo...I'm cummmnnnn too-ooohh."

Her sucking pussy was draining every drop of cum from him and into her cunt. As the last spurts shot from his taut twitching body Phil laid down fully on top of her. He was totally spent.

"You were great, Phil," she finally whispered.

He was completely exhausted. He felt like he had conquered the world. When he finally rolled off her and rested on his back, he started thinking.

He was proud of himself. He had fucked the most beautiful black woman that he had ever met and he had thoroughly pleased her. In addition, he also screwed Beth's beautiful daughter, LaShawn. He realized that he should probably be feeling guilty at screwing a 13-year-old but strangely, he actually felt that he had accomplished a tremendous feat. How many other men would have loved to be in his shoes. He had actually fucked a young virgin...a VIRGIN! And now Beth.

Lying there, Phil amused himself. Maybe I'll even get to fuck Lizzie or Ann; two of Penny's other friends.

Chapter 9

Once Phil was unfaithful to Alice, he lost all reason. He told himself that whether he broke his marriage vows once or a thousand times, there was no difference. He was still unfaithful. Moreover, the fact that he enjoyed it convinced him even more that if he had another opportunity, he would take it. He even knew, deep down, that he would be looking for more.

La Shawn and Beth had whet his appetite. He now found himself aroused much more easily. It was as if a Genie was let out of a bottle.

They were both so much better than Alice, especially LaShawn. Beth's pussy-hole had been much wider (probably from being fucked all those years by her husband's big cock) although she too was great in the sack. However, it was LaShawn that Phil really enjoyed. He did not know if it was because of her tightness or because of the fact that he had crossed a forbidden line by fucking a 13-year-old.

During the next few days, Phil seemed to spend even more time away from work at his pool. He now found himself getting hard much more easily when looking at the young breasts and asses of Penny's friends. He especially became turned on when one of their bikinis wedged into the ass-crack. Whenever, Phil saw this happen his cock would rise immediately.

Now when he got a hard-on he stopped going into the house from embarrassment. The girls were too far away to see it and, even if they did, he would not have cared.

Phil did have one big problem, however...Penny!

He didn't know if it was because LaShawn had planted a seed of interest in him or not, he just knew that he found himself looking more and more at his daughter's body. Whenever he found himself looking at Penny he would force himself to turn his eyes away and look at the body of one of the other young girls at the pool. However, it was not easy and was in fact, becoming increasingly difficult.

Penny was a beautiful well-built 14-year-old blonde. Indeed, Phil realized that his daughter was tremendously alluring, and that almost any boy or man would love to fuck her. He also knew that she could soon be fucking, if she was not watched properly. He hated the thought yet he was a realist and knew it could happen.

More than a few times of late he was very concerned by his own attraction to the child; his mental visions. He found himself picturing Penny being fucked with himself as a third party. Whenever he conjured up this picture, he would get hard. One time the mental image of his little daughter enjoying being fucked made him cum slightly in his bathing trunks.

Another thing that bothered him was his reaction while looking at the 'wedgies' in the girls' bikinis. Not only did he get hard from looking at Penny's friends but also what really concerned him was his interest in the sight of the crack within his daughter's ass. That really drove him wild. The two times this week that his eyes locked onto this sight, he could not turn away. Both times his mind pictured the crack being bare and his tongue running up in it. Both times he came in his trunks...completely. One day he even left the area and actually jerked off in the house while thinking of Penny.

'Damn LaShawn, for making me think of Penny!' he thought.

Chapter 10

The following Monday LaShawn was back and at the pool for the first time in a week.

Phil kept trying to signal her to somehow get her alone. He wanted a taste of her young flesh again. LaShawn ignored him throughout most of the day. Finally, about 2 p.m. he caught her eye and indicated the house to her and he saw her head nod ever so slightly.

Phil quickly got up, went into the house and waited. When she did not come right in he peeked out the window. She was still talking to the girls. As he was watching she separated from them and slowly made her way toward the house. His cock immediately rose in his trunks as he watched the 13-year-old beauty approaching. Her body was so exciting he was concerned that he might cum in his trunks just from looking at her and anticipating her arrival. As it was, he felt a wetness in his trunks.

As soon as LaShawn entered the house, he reached out his hand for hers and he quickly led the way to the living room, which was further inside. Once inside his arms went around the young girl's waist, pulling her into him.

"Oh, God baby, I've missed you," he said.

His mouth lowered to taste the nectar of her mouth. Her hands went around his neck and pulled his head down. The young vixen ground her hips into him. She felt his hardness against her and she pushed harder into him. Phil's hand quickly reached up and cupped her perfect breast. They were both humming softly into each other's mouth. The thought of her naked body came to his mind and he wanted to see and fuck it again.

"Baby, mmmm baby, I missed you so much. We...we've got to get together hon...I..."

Their mouths were now playing with each other as LaShawn kept pressing against his aroused body. "...Can't...can't...no way...," she murmured.

"Baby, I need you...we got to...," he coaxed.

"I can't...Dad...not for a...at least a week. I...couldn't...can't get away...Dad."

"Shawny honey...you got to...I...I need you baby."

They were still grinding away at each other. Phil was dry fucking the child now.

"I can't...I'm sorry...Don't you think that I want to? I can't. How do you think I feel? At least...you can...I can't. You can," she muttered into his mouth as she continued pushing her body into his throbbing cock.

"Baby...Shawn...It's you I got to have...I want YOU. Not my wife...just you...I want your...your, Shawny, you're so tight...I need that...it was great, baby."

Although they both had on their bathing suits, they were by now fucking against each in earnest.

"You can...you can have your tight...she's...she's tight Dad...she's a virgin too...like I was..."

LaShawn was starting to become wild against him as she did the week before. She kept sucking at his mouth and grinding fiercely against him. Both of Phil's hands were filled with her young breasts. He remembered last week and he knew what LaShawn was talking about. The thought of Penny should have repulsed him, but as a picture of his daughter now came into his head, his passion increased, almost possessing him.

"No...I...couldn't...can't...," he was almost pleading with LaShawn, almost as if she was forcing him.

"She wants it...I know she wants it...she wants her Daddy...my Daddy...Penny wants cock, Dad..." She was dry-fucking him to a climax. She clasped her hands on his buttocks and kept grinding.

"NNNNGGGGGGG!" A spurt of cum shot into his trunks. "No...Oh...no...she's...she's... did she...how do you know...what...do you mean? Did she...say she...wants me...? Oooh."

It was only a matter of seconds now before he fully erupted from dry-fucking this hot child, and was completely drained of cum.

"Penny wants to fuck...she wants cock...I know...and you want her cunt too, don't you?"

"NNNNGGGG OOOHHH CUMMMMMNNNNN...yes....yes....OHHHHH!!!" He continued dry-humping furiously now while his cum soaked the inside of his trucks, completely saturating them. LaShawn pushed her hips harder into him and pulled his ass into her. She held in this position as Phil completed his eruption. When he finished and finally relaxed his grip, she quickly broke away from him.

"Next week," she whispered. "When you do me I want you to tell me how she was."

Before he could say anything, she rushed off to the bathroom so that she could compose herself. When she came out Penny was in the living room with Phil. She had a strange look on her face but did not say anything other than, "I thought you got lost." Then the girls went back to the pool.

For the next few days, LaShawn did not show up to be with Penny and the others. It was just as well. Phil's thinking was completely irrational by this time. His thought process had transformed. He wanted to be out by the pool looking at his daughter's body in her bikini.

In addition, Phil was not trying to avoid the inevitable anymore. During the next two nights, he did not sleep properly as his mind kept conjuring up images of a nude Penny in heat. He thought of her as she lay only a few doors away sleeping. He thought of sneaking into her bedroom, hoping to see her naked in her sleep. These continuous thoughts of her kept him in an aroused state, which made sleep difficult.

His mind kept replaying LaShawn's comments. What did she mean about Penny? What did she know about Penny? They were like sisters, but did his daughter tell LaShawn everything? Did Penny really tell her friend about her desire for sex? On the other hand, was LaShawn just assuming as a friend that Penny was wanting it? Either way, Phil figured there was a good chance that she did want it.

Moreover, did LaShawn mean that Penny wanted sex or that Penny wanted sex with him? He should have asked her these questions because by now he was so worked up that he wanted Penny. He actually wanted his daughter! God forgive him. He wanted an incestuous affair! He had to have her. If she was ready to lose her virginity, it should be with him.

Chapter 11

In the semi-darkness of Penny's bedroom came a muffled sound. Slowly, the 14-year-old girl awoke. She could see that it was sometime in the middle of the night by the moonlight that shone through her bedroom window.

She lay there silently for a minute or so trying to concentrate her thoughts. She had a sense that something woke her but she did not know what it was. Suddenly she heard a noise at the side of her bed and she turned quickly in alarm.

"Who's that?" the frightened girl whispered.

Almost immediately, she heard him respond. "It's...it's me sweetheart...I...er...are you okay baby? I...I thought that I...er...heard you...er, crying."

The sound of her father's voice comforted Penny. Her apprehension eased.

"I'm all right. I wasn't crying," she answered softly.

Phil was standing alongside her bed. Penny could make out his features in the semi-darkness and she saw he was dressed only in his boxer shorts. She guessed that while he was in his bed he must have thought that he had heard her crying and that he probably rushed into her room to make sure that she was okay. She felt good knowing that he was so concerned.

"Are you sure sweetheart?" he asked as he sat down alongside her on the side of the bed.

Phil's eyes roamed over the form of his daughter's young body.

Penny suddenly realized that she too only had panties on with no top. She flushed with embarrassment. She had apparently kicked off her covers in her sleep and they were now lying at her side. Unfortunately, she could not pull them to cover herself now because her Dad was sitting on them. Her eyes, which were becoming more adjusted to the night, looked up to search his and she became aware that her father was taking in her body with his eyes.

Phil was focusing on his daughter's maturing breasts. The beautiful mounds held his complete attention. His chest was pounding from this excitement. She had awoken unexpectedly but he felt that he smoothly handled being caught peeping. Now he could not tear his eyes away from her body. This was the girl that he had been trying to avoid fantasizing about the past few days. This was the body that had made him cum in his trunks.

His mouth was dry. He swallowed nervously. His tongue flicked out over his lips. Did she really want to have sex? Was LaShawn right?

Penny realized that her father was looking over her body. She was somewhat embarrassed, yet she also felt a strangeness going through her as she realized that his eyes were looking intently upon her naked chest. She also saw in her father's eyes that same hot, horny look that she encountered with her boyfriend when their frequent bouts of kissing almost reached the point of no return.

Although Penny knew that she should not be exposed naked to the eyes of any male, she still found it secretly exciting now that it was her father that was the one who was looking. She had a strange fascination for him. She had even mentioned that to LaShawn when her girlfriend had remarked on her father's good looks.

She was lying on her back with her head turned, facing him. Her hands were resting on her stomach. She felt her heart pounding in her chest.

Phil's heart was also pounding in his chest. He had been trying to get a look beneath his daughter's blouse or bikini top for a while. Now in the partially lit room he was finally able to see the twin beauties. God I want her, he thought. His legs were shaky and he reached out his right hand and closed it on hers.

"I'm okay. I'm okay, Dad," she whispered to him.

Phil's hand squeezed hers as if to assure her of his presence. The back of his hand was against the young girl's stomach. The heat from her flesh on the back of his hand excited him and he felt his hardened cock twitch within his shorts.

Penny saw her father's eyes still moving over her budding breasts. She began to sense that her father was having feelings of his own and she was quickly losing her feelings of embarrassment. Indeed, she was almost proud that he was taking so much notice. The situation intrigued her. Even though she had fantasized about him a couple of times, she did not think that he even knew that there was a woman emerging from within her body. Now she knew. She began to feel warm.

"I got nervous," he said. "I thought that I heard you and I rushed over..."

Then his left hand also reached out. With it, he grabbed at Penny's free hand. Now he held both of his daughter's hands in his.

"Thanks, Dad, but I'm okay...really," she said softly.

Suddenly his hands began to maneuver. First, his right hand temporarily released hers, turned around and placed itself on the little girl's soft belly. Her hand fell to her side. Then almost simultaneously he moved his body and gently brought her other hand toward him, slowly, toward his shorts; toward his manhood. She knew that she should resist but her curiosity and those strange inner feelings would not allow her to stop him. Their hands were then on his shorts, resting right at his penis, which was jumping within his pants.

Penny was feeling warmer as she realized what was happening...or at least the potential of what might happen if she did not quickly put a stop to it. Yet, she was not sure that she wanted this to end. She had always loved her father and thought that he was the most handsome man she had ever seen. Recently she had even experienced funny feelings when he touched her. Even occasionally, when he looked at her she felt a funny warmth in her body. In addition, there were those times when she masturbated with a vision of him in her head.

The thought of not stopping this now made Penny both confused and excited.

Phil breath was much more rapid. He had been holding the palm of her hand in his but now, suddenly, he temporarily let it free. He then switched from holding her palm to grasping softly on the back of her hand from behind.

Penny felt her hand being directed toward his cock and her heart began to beat wildly. Then their eyes met and she felt her hand being placed on his manhood.

"Nnnnnnnggggg!" her father moaned as her hand made contact.

His cock was completely enlarged, pressing tightly against his boxer shorts. He was trembling now at the thought of what was happening. He thought fleetingly of how incest was viewed, and he knew that it was considered totally taboo; but he also realized that no matter what happened now, he was not going to stop. He desperately wanted to fuck his little girl. He had an overwhelming need to cum in her. She looked so innocent yet so voluptuous. Almost like a Calvin Klein teen sex seductress.

As her little hand was pushed upon his cock Penny felt a little of its actual flesh through the partially opened slit in his shorts.

"Oooooooo," another moan escaped from his mouth as he felt his daughter's hand at his crotch.

Penny felt a warmth build up within her loins. Her mouth was dry. She was scared but she wanted this to continue to the conclusion. The thought of losing her virginity to her father excited her immensely.

Phil's hand began rubbing in small circles on her belly. He allowed his fingertips to brush lightly on the underneath portion of his daughter's breasts. As soon as the contact was made, he quickly withdrew, trying not to panic the young girl. At the same time, he wanted her to become aroused.

"I love you baby," he whispered.

Penny was so confused, her throbbing brain thought that his voice sounded as if it was coming from a distance. A fog enveloped her mind.

"I...I love y-you too Dad," she managed to say.

Phil opened her little hand and closed it on his shorts, over his hard pecker. He then began squeezing her hand on him.

"Ohhhh, Pen...baby...I...I..." he stammered.

The girl now knew that she was going to go along with this for as far as her father wanted. She was frightened but she wanted it to be this way. She was actually beginning to feel a strong sexual desire. She turned on her side now to face him.

Then to Phil's surprise he felt his daughter's hand begin squeezing at his cock without any prompting from his hand. He let her hand alone and to his delight, she continued to squeeze and unsqueeze on his cock.

Penny was thrilled and fascinated with the hard throbbing mass of flesh and bone beneath his shorts.

"It's...it's okay Dad...I...I...it's okay!" Her whisper sounded stronger now.

Phil felt her hand stop its squeezing. Penny moved her hand into the open slit of his shorts and Phil gasped as he felt the tips of his daughter's fingers touch the flesh of his cock. She grasped it within her palm and her fingers closed tightly around it. He let out another moan as she again began the squeezing/unsqueezing routine. He heard her gasp and he saw her quickened breathing as the reality of the situation struck her.

"Oh, that's nice, baby. Your hand feels so good. Pull it...up and down...yeah, like that. Ohhh, yeah, yeah Pen...oooo, that's nice baby. Ooohh."

"Shhh...shhhh." She tried to quiet him down, knowing that her mother was right down the hall.

Phil's hand, which had been rubbing her belly, suddenly moved up on her stomach, to her heaving chest. He felt his little girl's whole body stiffen as he finally wrapped his hand around her perfectly round little tit. She gasped as he squeezed the young flesh and she clamped her teeth down on her lower lip as he began to massage her tit in his expert hand. Her nipple hardened and pushed into the palm of her father's hand.

A feeling of total lust overtook her. The young girl wanted to run from the room from fright, while at the same time she wanted even more. She knew now that she was going to lose her virginity to her father. She knew that it was wrong...very wrong. Incest! Yet, she also knew that she always secretly hoped for this, although never really believing that it would happen.

"Oh Pen...baby...Daddy loves you so much!" he whispered.

Phil leaned forward toward his daughter. She continued pulling and squeezing her father's cock, while he worked the flesh of her young budding tit.

As his mouth came closer to hers, Penny opened hers to speak to him but, as her mouth opened, his lips reached hers. As quickly as their lips touched, she felt his probing tongue shoot immediately into her hot, wet, eager mouth. Her head was pounding from the pressure of the excitement.

She too was now moaning as she sucked wildly at his penetrating tongue. Penny was as desperate as Phil was now.

He pushed his daughter back now. As she lay back, she released her grip on his cock. She brought both of her hands up behind the back of his head. She pulled his mouth violently into hers and her tongue fought with his. She could not get enough of his mouth. She was moaning continuously.

He was now on his side halfway on top of the young passionate girl. His hand slowly left her breast and rubbed its way down over the child's rapidly breathing belly. His fingers reached the top of her panties, going under the elastic at the waist, and then stopped.

He pulled his mouth from hers. His face was about two inches from hers. He stared for a long moment into her lust filled face.

"Pen...Pen, are you sure baby? I...I..." He just stopped and looked longingly at her. Never had he ever seen or even imagined such a look of utter wanton desperation in a woman's face.

He received his answer by her letting out a mournful moan while she frantically pulled his face back to hers. Her mouth remained opened, looking to receive his thrilling tongue.

Phil's fingers quickly pulled at the elastic and pushed her panties downward, directing them down and off her hips. Penny maneuvered and kicked them completely off as her father's hand rushed to her tender shorthaired pussy.

"Dad...Dad...Oh...!" she murmured into his mouth as his fingers began their wonderful probe between her legs.

Both father and daughter were recklessly wild with passion. When his index finger found her pussy moist enough to go further he pushed it gently into her hole. The breathtaking feelings that this caused within the young girl caused her mouth to open even wider as she sucked in a gasp of air from his attacking mouth.

Their mouths continued sucking at each other and his finger began to move deeper within the child's moist pussy. The finger was moving in and out and there was a wonderful buildup of pleasure in her loins. She was pushing her hips in a rhythm with his finger. Instinctively she raised her knees and her legs parted further.

As his finger continued to probe, in his daughter's virgin hole Phil pulled his mouth from hers and he began to kiss and suck at her neck, then at her shoulder and finally began moving and lowering over her chest until he was kissing and sucking at the flesh of her breast.

Penny placed her hands on the back of her Dad's head as if she was afraid that he would stop and withdraw. Instead, his mouth began to suck at the nipple of the daughter that he had helped to create. Finally, his mouth engulfed the hot tit. She was now beside herself. Her hands were pushing hard on his head while her hips were undulating under his probing finger.

Then he took his hand away from the young girl's hotbox and while his mouth was still at her tit, he climbed onto her with the lower part of his body between her parted legs.

His mouth pulled off her breast and began to work its way downward over her writhing body. His lips and tongue forged a path over the young belly that was involuntarily fluttering under his assault. She kept her hands at the back of his head as she allowed him to continue lower. When his lips worked their way down lower than her belly-button, Penny's passion reached its greatest height. She knew where her father was going. She knew about such things but never really thought about them. However, now that the moment was upon her and was in fact being done to her by her father, Penny was out of her mind with desire.

First, he was licking and sucking at the naked mound. Then he slowly and expertly worked his mouth further down, beginning his love affair with her clit and box. The smell of cunt in his nostrils coupled with the taste of his daughter's pussy caused a squirt of cum to be released from his cock, as his body had been fucking into the bed below.

As his tongue began to flicker all around her clit, she moaned. At the same time, her hands clutched strongly on his head and pulled his face harder against her. Her hips were fucking up to his mouth and hand. A spasm began within her and she clutched harder at him. She was as hot as anyone he had ever had was.

"Dad, Dad, D-aaaaad...ooooh, ahhhh, Dad, I love you..." Her legs squeezed his head to hold him in place. Her cunt was experiencing wave after wave of pleasure and she did not want it to ever stop.

Finally, Penny felt her father's hands pushing her thighs out wider. Then she felt his mouth leave her cunt and he again began that thrilling licking and sucking upon her body as he worked his way upward over her young body. Up over her belly, then her tits, and then over her chest.

Phil worked his way up until he was completely on top of the youth. His cock was now at the entrance of her virgin pussy and his mouth was pecking at her trembling lips.

He slowly and gently pushed his cock through the lips of his baby's cunt. She tensed as the head entered. Phil waited a long time; not moving or pushing any further. With the head of his cock lodged just inside of her pussy, he looked deep into her eyes. He could not believe the total look of wanton abandonment on her face.

He whispered at her mouth, "Are you okay with this baby? You know it's...it's gonna hurt hon."

Penny had heard all the stories of how painful the first time is but at this moment, she didn't care. She was desperate to get it over with and give her father as much pleasure as possible. To show her feelings she widened her legs and wrapped them around his, while at the same time pushing up at his engaged cock. Her hands shot around his back and held him tight.

She nodded to him. "Do it Daddy. F-f-fuck me. Dad?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"I...I've wanted you to...," she spoke in desperation. "Oh Dad...do it. Fuck me...I want you to, so badly."

Her whole body and mouth pushed up to meet him while at the same time she pulled him as tightly as possible. Their open mouths sought to devour each other's.

"Nnng, baby, I love you!" he shouted into her mouth as his cock thrust deep within the thoroughly moistened hole of her pussy. He would have liked to be easy on his baby, but he could not control his desperate need. He felt himself building to the point of explosion.

Penny suppressed a scream and sucked in his mouth and tongue as she felt the burning pain within her loins as her father pushed within her to the depths, breaking her hymen in the process.

Phil was beyond control, pumping up and down and in and out of his daughter's hotbox. He knew that he had broken her cherry as he heard her muffled cry and was now feeling and hearing her sobbing as he continued pounding into her.

Then he felt the pressure in his cock reaching its climax and he closed his eyes. He was going to cum in his daughter and he was totally ecstatic. As she clutched at him and pushed at him, he felt the first most devastating blast of juice shoot out of his cock and into his daughter's pussy.

"Ohhhh baaabeee, I'm cummmmmmmnnnn…"

He continued squirting within her and he felt her cunt squeezing the final juices from his prick while she clutched at him, digging her nails into the flesh of his back.

Finally, he stopped.

Chapter 12

Beth was in shock. She could not believe what had just transpired.

The Wilson's answering machine picked up automatically on the third ring and started its pre-recorded message. If someone answered the phone while the pre-recorded message was transmitting, then the machine remained on loudspeaker all through the conversation, unless someone shut it off. The machine was in John and Beth's room with one of the telephones. There were extensions downstairs in the living room and in LaShawn's bedroom.

Thus the fateful event.

LaShawn and Beth were downstairs and Beth left the house to go shopping. Her daughter went up to her room to watch television. Beth returned almost immediately because she forgot her handbag with her wallet in it; she had left it in her bedroom.

The phone started ringing just as Beth started up the stairs.

LaShawn had been taking some clothes from her closet and was reluctantly putting them back so that she could answer the phone. She did not hear her mother coming back into the house and beginning her trek up the stairs.

On the third, ring the pre-recorded message started broadcasting, at the same time that LaShawn picked up the receiver. It was Penny. LaShawn instructed her friend to wait until the message finished because she could not hear her. When the message ("...please leave a message at the beep.") was finished, the two girls began their conversation.

As Beth entered her own bedroom, the conspiratorial tones of the two girls were emanating from the loudspeaker of the answering machine. Loud and clear for Beth to hear. Not really, paying attention to the conversation Beth found her handbag and started to leave but, just as she reached her bedroom door to go back downstairs, she heard her daughter over the speaker. All that she heard at first was the word "fuck", which she had never heard LaShawn say before. Beth froze upon hearing LaShawn use this language.

After about a minute or so, Beth sat on the edge of her bed. Her legs were wobbly. By the time that the girl's conversation ended 30 minutes later, Beth had a complete picture of every nasty thing that Phil had done.

She was furious. Shocked. Sad. And confused. Not only had Phil taken advantage of her, but, Sweet Jesus, he also took advantage of her daughter and had taken the virginities of both LaShawn and his own daughter.

The enormity of it overwhelmed her. She had hated him for taking advantage of her last week. Even when that was happening at the time, she wished that she could kill him. A slave owner dominating a slave. Now that she heard what he had done to her daughter Beth was repulsed.

Until now, she had been prepared to go through life feeling dirty. She did what she did for the family. She was tremendously upset; this changed everything.

By the time that John had arrived home, Beth had decided what had to be done. She had gotten the full story from LaShawn as to what had occurred between Phil and her daughter. She also learned the full story about Phil and his daughter Penny, who had given a blow-by-blow account to her friend.

John had been totally betrayed. By herself, by their daughter, and by his boss, Phil. She could not let her husband be deceived. It was not fair to do to such a good man. She knew that every time Phil and John would be together that Phil would be inwardly laughing at her husband.

Beth told LaShawn that as upset and disappointed in her that she was, she did forgive her. Nevertheless, that she was going to have to tell her father. She would try to convince him that it was a childish mistake and to keep him calm enough to gather his wits. Beth told her daughter that hopefully, John would see her view and forgive LaShawn. She also told her daughter about her own failings but did not go into details.

She instructed the girl to go stay in her room and that after she talked to John that they would call her down to talk to her. She really did not feel that confident but she did not want her daughter to hear her own confession to her husband, and she had not the slightest idea how he was going to react.

When John arrived, Beth brought him directly into the living room and told him to sit. She recounted the events of the past few weeks, starting with the dinner at the Paterson's house, all of their fears of him being laid-off, and right up through the events of today.

John listened. Never, ever, had he let her have the floor for such a length of time. As she talked, he did not utter a sound. No slamming of his hand or fist on a table, a wall or any indication that he was showing a tendency to be violent with her. She tried to gauge his thinking and couldn't. He just listened, head bowed. Occasionally he nodded his head but showed no emotions. Beth feared that he was going to snap. She had never seen such a reaction in him. Maybe he was just going to erupt and kill her, she thought. However, outwardly he remained calm.

When she was finished, she sat back and waited for the eruption. She looked at him and her heart went out for him. He looked so sad. Like a broken man. She was almost wishing that he would jump up and whup her. Lawd knows that she deserved it. But nothing!

The silence in the room was deafening.

Finally, after a long wait of five minutes after she had finished, John stood up.

"Bets, I want you to listen to me as I listened to you...don't dare say nothing else...I'm not sure...I have to think about this...I don't want to, I don't think that it's smart for me to say anything now...maybe... maybe we can work this out, I don't know. All I know is I want you to pick your little ass up now and leave...go to your mothers. Tomorrow night we can talk...not now..."

Tears were gently rolling down her cheeks. She had never seen him so sad. Yet, she felt that this gentle giant was feeling a rage within that she never knew existed. She had seen him get violently mad at times in the past, but what she sensed now was much more. She realized that he was probably right. He needed a cooling off period, however long that it took.

She stood, her legs shaky. "I'll get LaShawn," she said.

"Leave her be...get on...leave Beth...go now to your mothers. LaShawn's all right. It's not her that I hate right now...but I do you...maybe tomorrow Beth," he said firmly.

Beth's stomach flipped. He could not have said anything that would have upset her more than to say that he hated her. She tasted the tears that rolled on to her lips.

"I...but LaShawn..."

"I said she'll be all right." His voice was starting to reach that thunderous tone that she rarely heard, "That's the last I'm gonna say..."

Assessing the situation, Beth decided that the best thing for all of them right now would be for her to leave for the night. If John was not going to hurt her then he surely would not hurt his beloved LaShawn. She was the apple in his eyes. Beth suspected that John might be talking to the girl but she was sure that no harm would become her. She would be safe.

Sadly, she departed.

Chapter 13

After she left, John tried to gather his thoughts as best as he could. He went up to his bedroom and undressed. His thoughts were befuddled. He would go to sleep and talk with LaShawn in the morning. He lay in bed for over a half-hour, his mind racing. It was much too early to sleep and although he was trying, his head just would not let him. He kept thinking of everything that Beth had laid on him. He could not believe that Phil had done that to his wife...and his LaShawn.

Finally, he got up and threw a robe over his naked frame. Then he walked over to LaShawn's bedroom. He did not bother knocking, he just opened the door and walked in.

LaShawn lay on her bed in a skirt and blouse. She was shoeless.

As he entered, she arose and sat up quickly on the side of her bed. She was frightened. Although her mother had told her that she was going to try to soften the news to her father, LaShawn was sure that she was going to get a beatin', at the least. Maybe he would throw her out of the house and disown her.

She looked over at him. She had been dreading this confrontation since she confessed everything to her mother this afternoon.

Her father stood just inside the room staring at her. She could not believe the look of sadness on his face. She waited, afraid to say anything to him first. He kept staring sadly at her.

Finally, he spoke, "You were my baby. No, I shouldn't say that. You are my baby. Y-you...you hurt me sweetheart, big time. I loved you so much...I love you so much...the...HONKY MOTHER FUCKERR!" His rage finally came to the surface as he screamed out those last words.

This shook her up. She had never in her life seen him hurting, until now. Tears filled her little eyes now, not from fear for herself, but for her daddy. He was hurt.

"Dad, I'm..."

"What did he touch?" he continued as if she didn't start to speak at all. "What baby what???"

"Da..."

"Show me...what did he touch?...Show me!"

She looked at him in disbelief. She was not sure what her father meant. She continued to sit.

"Show me baby...show daddy what his boss had. All my life I've loved you baby and now you...you give it to him...why? I...I don't un..."

His eyes had been looking over his daughter from her bare feet up to her face. Her bare legs hung out from her skirt over the side of the bed. He thought of their nakedness. He thought of Phil seeing those legs. John moved his eyes up on her blouse and thought of Phil seeing her daughter's bare young breasts. The thought was agonizing.

"Dad I...I thought I could save your...job."

"Show me baby. If someone should see you, it should be someone who loves you. Show me! What did he see? I want to see too."

"D-dad"

"Don't you want to show your Dad? Don't you love me? Or do you think I'm disgusting and Phil's pretty." He continued rambling. His eyes had continued concentrating on her and imagining her young naked frame. Slowly his mind started to focus, he realized what his own words were saying, and he knew that he did want to now see her.

"N-no d-dad, I...I don't think that, but..."

"Show me!" he was pleading and ordering her at the same time.

She was panicky, "But...Mama...," she whispered, trying to make sense to him.

"She's not here...she won't be back until tomorrow...now...show me baby."

The 13-year-old child looked into her father's eyes and she knew that he was not playing. She did not know if he was going to spank her or just what he might have on his mind, but she knew that she had better not refuse.

LaShawn's fingers pulled each button open on her blouse. As she was doing so John walked closer, into the room and up to her; standing about 5 feet away. She watched his eyes. They did not leave her trembling fingers during the process.

Then the blouse was unbuttoned. LaShawn hesitated.

"Show me."

Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she pulled the blouse off her shoulders. As John's eyes saw her mounds overlapping her bra, he felt a familiar feeling begin in his loins. LaShawn put the blouse on the bed and stood facing him.

"What else, Shawny...what else did he see baby? Show me."

She saw that the sadness had gone from her father's eyes. They were now admiring her chest. LaShawn realized that his initial intention had started to become diverted. She began to relax a little and to shake off some of the fright that she had been feeling. She knew that Phil had fucked Penny. For the first time in her life, she knew that incest was a reality. Now she saw her father looking at her in that same way that boys and men do when they are worked up. He had a look of desperation.

She was wearing panties under her skirt. She unzipped the zipper at the side of the skirt and started to put her thumbs in the waistline, but looking at her father, she suddenly knew where this was going to end, even if he did not. Instead, her thumbs went under the waistband of her panties. She took a deep breath.

John thought that he would see his daughter push her skirt down her legs. Instead, she pushed at her panties so that both garments went down over her hips and down the long shapely legs. LaShawn kept her eyes on her father's face and saw him catch his breath when he saw that she was baring her beautiful child body to him. When she straightened up, she was only left standing in her bra.

She saw the look of awareness and admiration in his eyes and it pleased her. Her fright was completely gone now. The woman in her had taken over. She knew that her daddy had to be feeling a tremendous hurt, one that he did not deserve. She knew from her talk with her mother that both wife and daughter had betrayed him. She could not imagine the hurt that he was feeling. Her poor daddy.

Now he was looking at her. Her body. She knew where this was heading. She was not only resigned to this, she was actually wanting it; hoping it would happen. Her daddy did not deserve to be hurt.

John was looking his young daughter over from head to toe. His mind was in a panicky state. She was more breathtaking that Beth was, when he met her as a 17-year-old stunner. LaShawn, at 13, had breasts that were almost the same size already and hips that were almost as voluptuous and her young long legs were almost as filled out as young Beth's had been. In addition, there was a four-year difference. Moreover, although Beth was the most beautiful girl that John had ever seen, his daughter clearly overshadowed her mother.

John's eyes were drawn to the lower half of his daughter's body. His mouth was dry and he continued to swallow to try to keep it moistened. His chest and temples were pounding. He didn't know what he had intended doing to LaShawn when he first came into her room...maybe spank her? Now he was not thinking rationally at all.

His wild eyes rushed from the young girl's legs, pausing at her near bald pussy and then traveled to her model-like stomach and waist, overawed by the soft flesh and indentation of her delicious looking belly button.

Her bra fell off her shoulders and she tossed it aside. John's eyes moved further up on this beautiful young goddess. His cock was at its most fullest. He looked at her beautiful well-rounded breasts and his eyes watched them rise and fall as the young girl's chest was expanding greatly from her heavy breathing.

"Baby, you're beautiful," he now spoke softly, almost reverently.

"Th-hanks, Daddy," she stuttered.

LaShawn's eyes watched in fascination as her father untied the belt of his robe. As he began pulling it off, his huge prick burst outward. Her eyes opened wide with amazement. She had seen it from a distance once, but it was nothing like seeing it within inches of her reach. She thought that it was as long as a ruler was and twice as thick as any cucumber that she had ever seen. A strange fear of his size grabbed at her, yet she knew that she wanted that size in her young vagina.

John stared down at his daughter who stood by the side of the bed with pity in her eyes. She was ashamed of what she had done with Phil. She had not thought it through. She never gave it a second thought as to how it would affect her father if he found out. She would do anything to reverse the hurt that she had caused him, but she obviously could not undo what she had already done.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. She had assumed that when her father had entered her bedroom that he was going to either talk to her or spank her. Now she was not sure. As she looked into his eyes, she could see a lust in them. She was frightened, but no matter what he did, she deserved it, she reasoned.

John could not take his eyes off her body. Up and down, they traveled over the young flesh of this 13-year-old's breasts and the secretiveness of her pussy, partially hidden by her closed thighs.

His cock was creating tremendous urges within his body. God forbid, he actually wanted to fuck his daughter. Suddenly, as if summoning up all of his stored-up willpower, John murmured to her, "I'm sorry, baby. I won't...I won't hurt you."

He tied the sash on his robe and abruptly turned and left her sitting there; thoroughly confused.

He quickly retreated and went back to his own bedroom. He removed his robe and got into his bed. With trembling hands, he turned off the lamp, putting the room in total darkness. Lying there, John was a bundle of nerves. His mind was a kaleidoscope of thoughts.

He was thoroughly ashamed with himself. He had actually thought of fucking his own daughter. How could he have come to that? Poor LaShawn. It was bad enough that Phil had taken advantage of her but now he, himself, almost did the same. She had to realize what he had been thinking. The poor child must have been petrified.

God, what if he had actually touched her? What could he have been thinking? He was relieved because at least he had been able to stop himself before it went too far. If he had not, he was sure that his baby would have accepted him raping her (What alternative did she have?) He thought back and remembered how beautiful she had looked, sitting completely naked. His mind kept replaying the night. He no longer even tried to sleep.

Chapter 14

About an hour later, while he was still lying in the dark, the bedroom door opened.

"Dad?" LaShawn's voice whispered insistently.

John turned his head and saw her silhouette from the light in the hall behind her. She had her robe on and she began walking toward his bed. "Yeah, honey?" he responded as his eyes followed her approaching figure.

Then she was standing alongside of the bed. John waited for her to speak. LaShawn stood motionless for about 15 seconds and then finally he saw her begin to move again. His heart started beating harder as he watched in quiet shock. To his amazement, he could see her robe coming off her body in the shadows. Then he could see her naked silhouette as she dropped the robe to the floor.

"Dad, can I...come by you?" she asked softly.

His cock hardened. His thoughts flew in a thousand directions. Without being able to mount a stern defensive posture he lifted the blanket as an invitation to her.

"Yeah, sure babe. C'mon."

John turned on his side to lift the blanket and as soon as she moved under it, she too was on her side. Father and daughter were then the only things beneath the blanket. There were no clothes to save them. She pushed right on over to him and was smart enough not to say anything further to him. She determined that it would have to happen on its own. Her young naked breasts pushed gently against his chest and her lower body moved gently to his. She threw her arm over his waist.

John lay silent, feeling the furnace-like heat from his young daughter's body against him. He did not know what to say. The radiating heat from her, coupled with the touch of her naked flesh, aroused his senses. He took a deep breath and the aroma from his girl permeated through his nostrils. He felt his cock begin to rise and as he became aware of its movement, he felt it against her. The thought of what was happening caused it to further expand to its fullest.

John felt his daughter's hand leave his waist and then he felt both of her hands; one on each of his ears. "I'm sorry, Dad," she whispered, and he felt her breath on his mouth.

He was only half-hearing her now, as he became fully aware of his body touching hers from chest to groin. Her hands started rubbing and gently playing with his ears, her fingers lightly digging into his neck and the back of his head.

He knew that this should not go any further but he had just about lost total control of his senses. His animal instincts possessed him. His thoughts were becoming overwhelmed by his passion. He didn't want LaShawn to realize what he was doing as he maneuvered his hips around and against her, until finally his huge cock was able to force its way between the child's legs and into the warmth of her thighs, which she closed tightly upon it.

LaShawn could feel the rigid monster jumping within the confines of her tightened legs. She opened them a bit to allow her father's cock to slide up and rub against her pussy. Then she dared to lean her face across those couple of inches that separated them and she gave him a soft kiss on the lips. Her mouth paused on his lips, breathing her hot breath into his.

"Shawny?" He was at the breaking point.

"Yes, D...I...I do...Don't...please...Don't even ask."

Suddenly John knew the full implications. His mouth opened and pushed slightly on hers. With that his daughter's hands grasped tightly on the back of his head and pulled his face onto hers, as his tongue shot into her hot eager mouth.

"Nnnnnnnnnggggg," he moaned.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she responded as her mouth sought to devour his.

LaShawn continued pressing her young body into his. She just remained tightly pressed against him without any further movement. John's hand, which was draped over her waist, tentatively moved to his baby's stomach. He felt her stomach muscles trembling reflexively. His mind was trying to focus on doing the right thing but could not concentrate. LaShawn's body continued to radiate its heat onto him.

His hand moved upward and as it approached her breast, her mouth began moving on his in a fish-like manner, pursing and sucking. His hand opened fully and covered the wonderful feel of the child's budding tit and his fingers closed around the young flesh.

LaShawn opened her mouth for a short gasp as she felt her father's thumb and forefinger squeeze her nipple, which by now was hard and protruding. The excitement was too much for her. Suddenly she was pulling his face into hers and her eager mouth opened to accept his frantic tongue.

Silently they began to grind their loins against each other. Whatever inhibitions they might have felt were forever driven away by the powerful passions that consumed them both.

John could accept nothing less than a complete sexual experience. He had to have her thoroughly; completely. His cock was inflamed and throbbing within his daughter's thighs. Their mouths parted.

"Shawny...Shawny baby. I'm not gonna be able to stop babe...Do you understand?"

"Yeah Dad...It's okay. I understand."

"I...Shawny...You know we shouldn't...I...I..."

"I...I want...Please, er..." She knew that she should not reference her episode with Phil so she wanted to be careful with what she said. "I want...to, er, feel like a woman. I want someone who loves me...To love me. Please, Da, show me nice...please."

John pushed on her breast, guiding her down onto her back, separating his cock from between her legs, and his face left hers and moved down toward her chest. Her hand stayed on the back of her father's head, allowing it to move downward, but not allowing him to take his mouth off her body. Then his mouth was all over the flesh of her tit, kissing and tonguing, while his hand held it from beneath and his fingers continued to squeeze the hardened nipple.

Then he was feeding the taut nipple into his mouth and he began nibbling, sucking, and tonguing at the wonderful flesh.

"Mmmmmm." She let out a sound of pleasure as he opened his mouth fully to take in his daughter's breast.

His hand soon left her tit and rubbed about her body, over her stomach and down between her legs. His finger rubbed around the clit and moved into the moist hole, withdrawing to toy with the clit some more before plunging back in the hole. Her hips were pushing up to greet his finger as she felt the excitement begin to build in her loins.

His mouth pulled off her breast and began tenderly kissing on the warm flesh of his daughter's belly, moving agonizingly slow, downward. LaShawn was trying to urge him down faster by pushing against his head. He had, by now, turned his whole body in the opposite direction that hers. She was still lying on her back and he was still on his side but now his cock was at her shoulder.

As his mouth began to explore at the mound of his daughter's cunt he put his hand around to her hip and pulled her toward him, so that she also lay on her side. As she turned, her hand reached out and grabbed his massive cock.

He moved his head lower and she eagerly lifted and moved her upper leg back to allow his frantic mouth open access. It found her clit and began kissing and tonguing it. The child moaned softly and stroked back on his prick.

The aroma of his little girl's pussy was driving John wild. Suddenly, his mouth opened to take in the hardened clit. His mouth puckered on it and began a sucking kiss. LaShawn let out a loud gasp and pushed her hips forcefully into her father's cunt lapping mouth. She was not aware that her hand had released his cock as wild tremors shook through her mind and body.

"Ohhhhh...Daaaa....ooooooo."

John could not get enough of the taste of this powerful aromatic cunt. As his mouth worked on his daughter, he forced his nose into her hole. The smell was exquisite. He breathed in a hard sniff and she moaned loudly. He felt her thighs trembling by his ears. His daughter was a passionate bundle of heat. She felt spasms begin to overtake her and she bucked wildly into his face. She was cumming as her father continued working his mouth.

"Ohhh Da...I'm...It feels ooooohhhhhhh..."

Spasms were wracking through her loins as she finally slowed her fucking on her father's face.

LaShawn was only half aware when he pushed her back onto her back and reversed his position. It was only when he had finished mounting himself between her legs that she became fully conscious and aware.

"Shawny, baby, baby, I'm, daddy's...we gonna fuck baby, daddy's gonna fuck you..."

The youngster reached up her hands around his head and looking hotly into his eyes, she cried out to him, "Fuck me Daddy...Fuck me!" After she hollered those words, she pulled his mouth down onto hers. As their open mouths joined, she felt the head of his huge prick down between her legs, pushing.

LaShawn reached down and grabbed the monster, opened her legs wider and guided the family flesh into her eagerly waiting hole.

The pain in her cunt, being caused by his enormous cock expanding the hole, was exquisite. It was a pleasurable hurt. LaShawn felt like her whole being was inflating in pleasure.

Her legs wrapped eagerly around her father's body.

John gasped as he felt his cock slowly penetrating into the depths of the moist tightness of his baby's cunt. Then, as he withdrew, he felt her pussy muscles grabbing at him. A snapping pussy, just like Beth's. He groaned, a long low agonizing sound.

She was working feverishly beneath him. The huge cock inside of her was thrilling her. Her hands and body were becoming frantic; bucking, clutching, fucking, pulling. Their mouths were sucking at each other in desperate gasps.

He was fucking his daughter with long deep strokes. He had been holding back, waiting for her to reach the heights but he could not wait any longer. He had actually waited too long. Now the explosion was upon him and he could not pull out...would not pull out. The explosion that was about to erupt was going to be awesome.

They were both wild at each other. Somewhere in the hidden cave of his conscience, John knew that he should not cum in his daughter but he could not stop the eruptions. Spurt upon spurt was shooting from within the base of his balls and up through the monstrous pecker. Not only was he was cumming in his daughter, but in fact it was something that he wanted to do. He wanted to shoot every drop of incestuous sperm into her womb.

"OOOHHH BABY I'M CUMMMMMNNNGGGGG OHHHGH!"

As he was shooting his load into the child, she was moving frenetically under him and clutching wildly to him as she cried out, "Make me a baby daddy. PLEASE, OOOOH, fuck MEEEEEE I love youuuuuuuuu..."

Chapter 15

LaShawn did not sleep well. She kept waking up and picturing the hurt on her father's face. She had thought that she was doing the right thing by allowing Penny's father to take her to bed. She never gave any thought to how devastating it would be if her father found out.

Now it turned out that her mom had been thinking exactly the same as she. She too had gone to bed with Mr. Paterson. LaShawn hated him. She now realized that he had taken advantage of both she and her mother. By doing so, he also crushed the life out of her father. Her father felt that the only two people in the world that he loved betrayed him. LaShawn did not know if he would ever forgive her or her mother.

She was afraid that her father might do something irrational to Penny's father. He kept repeating a desire to get even. What apparently bothered him the most was that his boss had taken LaShawn to bed.

LaShawn was determined to save her father's pride and sanity at all cost. It was at some time during the night that a possible solution came into the little girl's head.

It was strange how things turned out. It seemed that only a month ago she and Penny were baring their innermost secrets and desires. At one point, they both even confessed to being curious about same sex relationships. As the young girls talked, they both sensed that it would not take much to convince each other to try a fling. They both resisted but their attraction remained.

Chapter 16

"I...I don't believe it! I don't friggin' believe it!" LaShawn said. Then, after a long silence, she continued, "Penny...Oh wow. Listen...I promised you...I got your promise too, right?"

LaShawn nodded. "Yeah, sure. Why?" She was curious.

"Well...my little sister-friend...I got news...Big time news. It looks like both of our daddies love their daughters...," LaShawn said. She waited until she saw the shock register on Penny's face and then added, ""Uh huh, girl. Me too...Last night."

From there, the conversation progressed more easily. The girls spoke in conspiratorial tones. Penny once more telling the story of how her dad had come into her bed during the night. LaShawn only said that she and her father had done it. She did not tell Penny the consequences.

LaShawn realized that she could now approach her plan in a more direct manner than she had initially intended. She still needed to tread softly but at least the groundwork was already laid.

"But I gotta say, Pen...Your father can't hold a candle to mine. Your dad only wanted...you know...to screw. My dad wanted me to enjoy it. And he's so much bigger and so much more gentle...It's amazing!"

LaShawn figured that her friend was hurting because it was her first time, and Penny had hinted that she like the feeling inside when her dad was in her. LaShawn was trying to lead Penny's thoughts to being filled with someone who was bigger, yet better.

Finally, LaShawn warmed up the conversation by giving an almost blow-by-blow description of the sex act that she and her father had performed. She especially emphasized her feelings of ecstasy as her father made love and how expert he was at it.

As she related the story, she saw the intense interest on Penny's face and she detected that her friend was becoming excited, because she kept shifting her sitting position.

They talked on and off for about two hours about their incestuous experiences. Then LaShawn sensed an opening in the conversation.

"You know Pen, if you really feel that way, then you should get someone...you know...I mean by you getting one of those studs from school to take you to bed doesn't mean that you're going to enjoy it any more that you did with your dad. I mean, like, you know, like maybe you should just stay with him, you know?"

The seeds of confusion were planted. It took only a few more minutes to turn the conversation to where she wanted.

"Maybe...Pen...do you really want to...heck, I've got an idea...I don't know how I can but..." She stopped talking for a moment and then whispered, "Would you want me to see...Penny...you do...this is a great idea, girlfriend. I'll somehow get my father for you..."

Penny gasped. "No...no. Shawny, no...Why, why would...No, he's...your father? But...how? No, I couldn't."

LaShawn did not respond. She knew that her friend was very confused but there was nothing more that could be said, at this time that would bring her around. She would have to think it through by herself. The conversation was ended. The seed was planted.

That night as the two friends spoke on the phone Penny broached the subject again. "Do You think he would...? C-could you get him to...Would he want to?"

Now it was up to LaShawn.

Chapter 17

John still was not talking to Beth. While Beth and LaShawn were in the house he sat alone on the patio, brooding.

LaShawn stuck her head out. "Dad, can I talk to you?" she asked.

"Yeah babe. Come on out," he called softly in a dejected tone.

She spoke slowly and tentatively. When she got to the part in the conversation where she said that she had told Penny about their night in bed, John stiffened, but did not interrupt. She went on and told him of how Penny related her tale of having sex with her dad. At a given point in the conversation, she noticed that her father's crotch was forming a tent. She continued talking until she felt that he was willing to listen to what she had to say.

"Bottom line Dad...Pen is looking for satisfaction. And she may go looking in school. And...you want to get even...and...and she wants...you dad...she does."

John looked at his daughter in disbelief. Did she really think that he would fuck a 14-year-old white girl? He wondered how LaShawn had managed to get her girlfriend to even think about it. Then he remembered that LaShawn played a part in getting Phil interested in Penny. The more that he thought about it the less averse that he was to the idea. Tit for tat, Phil was fond of saying, and John badly wanted to pay his boss back. What better way? Even more intriguing was, what could Phil do about it? After all, John reasoned, Phil had screwed both Beth and LaShawn.

He had been plotting to take Alice to bed to get even, but no, Alice was not enough. Tit for tat. He would fuck Penny, too, if he could. An eye for an eye, wife for a wife, daughter for a daughter. What seemed to truly convince him that that was the right thing to do was when he remembered that if it wasn't for Penny maybe LaShawn wouldn't have gone to Phil.

A 14-year-old white girl!

"Are you sure, hon?"

LaShawn smiled. She wanted her father back, as the good man that he had been. Maybe some of his bitterness would go away. She knew that it was not going to be easy, that Penny would change her mind and chicken out, but LaShawn was determined to help make it happen.

Chapter 18

A series of talks between LaShawn and Penny over the next few days eased Penny's mind. She had second thoughts and had decided that she did not really want to go to bed with her friend's father. LaShawn accepted that and after that, she did not discuss it anymore.

The girls still talked about their own sexual experiences to each other. A few times LaShawn alluded to the size of John's manhood and how nice it felt to be completely filled by a man, but she did not try to entice Penny. Rather she was only talking about her own feelings.

LaShawn also talked to her friend about a vibrator that she had just gotten. Penny was surprised and excited because she did not have one. LaShawn saw Penny's interest and she sensed that this was the opening that she needed. She spent a long time extolling the virtues of the vibrator. How great it was! How it sent you into another world.

"Is it easy to use?" Penny asked.

"You really never used one?" her friend prodded.

"No...Could I, er, borrow it?"

"Sure."

During the conversation LaShawn made mention of how she would love to see Penny get off on the thing, but did not pursue that line further.

It was the next day when LaShawn dropped the bombshell. Penny could come over to her house to spend the night. That way a few things could be accomplished. Penny could get to use the vibrator. LaShawn could teach her how to use it and could get to see how Penny reacted to it.

LaShawn also had another idea.

"I could even show you how to use it...on you. I'd kinda like to be the one to make you get off on it..."

The thought really turned Penny on. She and Shawny had talked about the lesbian experience in the past but neither of them ever broached the subject of they themselves experimenting.

Even though Penny never said that she wanted to try something like that, LaShawn always could see in her friend's face almost a hungry curiosity whenever the subject was brought up.

For her own part, Penny thought the world of LaShawn. She wondered at how her friend always seemed to know the right thing to say and do, and secretly wished that she were the sister that she never had.

They made the date.

It was 11:30 p.m. when John picked the girls up at the movie theater and brought them home. As soon they were in the house, he said goodnight to them and he went up to bed. The girls stayed downstairs in the living room talking quietly about the movie that they had seen.

When she was sure that her father was in his room LaShawn whispered to Penny, "Do you want to see that movie I told you about before we try out the vibe?"

"Yeah...you sure that they won't come down here?" Penny asked about LaShawn's parents.

"No they won't. We'll just have to keep the sound down. Would you want to try the champagne that I told you about too?" LaShawn asked.

"I...I don't think that we better. What if..." Penny was obviously very nervous.

"It's okay, I promise." LaShawn whispered, "They won't come down. And I swear...there's nothing like watching one of these movies while drinking champagne at the same time."

"You sure?" Penny asked nervously.

"I said I promise. You're not yellow, are you?" LaShawn challenged.

"O-okay."

"Great! Let me get it. Sit down, I'll be right back."

LaShawn hurriedly went into the kitchen and extracted one of the two bottles from the refrigerator. The champagne was her father's idea. For some reason, he thought that it would make Penny more receptive. Like mother, like daughter, he had said. LaShawn did not know what that meant. She had difficulty opening the bottle but eventually she managed. She got a couple of those special glasses and returned to the living room where Penny was sitting on the couch.

LaShawn handed Penny an empty glass and filled it and filled the other glass for herself. She then went into her father's special cabinet, removed the videotape that she had previously selected and put it into the VCR. She then moved over to the couch. Penny was sitting on one end. Instead of sitting on the other end, she sat in the center alongside of her friend.

She pressed play on the remote, turned down the sound and sat back. She took a drink of champagne and said to Penny, "Ooo, this is nice, try it."

As the movie began, Penny took her first taste of alcohol. As promised, the movie was about lesbian love. The girls on the screen were gorgeous and as they started to touch and kiss each other, Penny was becoming uncomfortable.

After she and LaShawn had talked about the subject of lesbianism Penny began to think of what it was all about. Whether it was because LaShawn was the messenger, because LaShawn was her best friend, or just because LaShawn was the most beautiful girl that she knew, Penny for the next few nights had fantasized about her. Moreover, because of the fact that she was going to use LaShawn's vibe, it heightened her flights of imagination.

As the two girls sipped their drinks, they began to loosen up. The movie quickly escalated and soon the two girls on the screen were in each other's blouse playing with the other's bra-less breasts. Penny felt a churning feeling in her loins. Almost without realizing it, she gulped down the final half of glass of champagne in her glass. LaShawn, being aware of Penny's drinking, quickly refilled both her friend's and her own glass.

"Here you go. Cheers," she said and then settled back down close to Penny again.

"T-thanks," her friend answered as her eyes stayed glued on the screen where the two women were now totally undressed with one on top of the other, kissing and rubbing each other.

"Relax. You seem nervous. I promise you. They won't hear us."

"I-I, okay, Shawny." Penny was not willing to tell LaShawn that her nearness was the real reason for her nervousness.

The movie continued delving deeper into acts of forbidden love. One of the girls now had her face between the legs of the other. Penny saw the tongue lash out on the screen and her excitement increased. She again drained her glass.

"Another?"

"Uh, yes, thanks." Penny was loosening up, the champagne and the closeness of LaShawn making her feel very comfortable. At the same time she was feeling strangely attracted to her friend. She wondered if she should mention this to LaShawn but decided against it.

The girl on the screen had her mouth buried deep into the other girl's pussy. The one being eaten had her legs spread wide and her mouth opened wide. She seemed to be screaming but Penny could not be sure, because the sound was turned down, so that it could not be heard. Penny felt uncomfortable between her legs and when she put her hand down on her clothes, she realized that she was wet.

"I wish I were as beautiful as you," she suddenly whispered, as LaShawn refilled the glasses.

Her friend looked at her with surprise. "Yeah, sure, right. All the boys look more at you than they do at me. Sister, I've watched them look at you. They can't take their eyes off your butt. You're beautiful."

"They all watch your bottom, too," Penny giggled.

The girl on the screen had both of her hands behind the head of the one between the legs. She was also bucking up and heaving her hips from side to side. Penny squirmed.

"Shawny? Do you think it's wrong for a girl to be, er, ah, attracted to another girl?"

"Wrong? No, of course not."

"Would that make her a lesbian?"

"No, I don't think so. Not unless she preferred women to men all the time." LaShawn replied wisely, "Why?"

"Oh, er, nothing. Excuse me. All this champagne, I need to go to the bathroom. Can you pause that?"

When she arose, she seemed a little unsteady. She hurried off to the bathroom, closing the door. Her inner warmth was very strong, and after relieving her bladder, the touch of the paper upon her pussy sent a strange feeling up her belly.

No, the young girl thought, not here! Yet, the demanding inner feelings urged her. She wet a fingertip in her mouth and gingerly touched her clitoris. Her fingers played upon the near-baldness about her pussy's lips. She pressed her thumbs together above her sparsely covered mound and pushed downward. Her clit stood out tauter, her delicate labia opening. She moved her fingers up and down, and her hot little clit swayed up and down within its nest.

Desire filled her loins. She frantically fought to control herself. Using all of her willpower, Penny pulled her hand away.

Meanwhile, LaShawn sipped more champagne and wondered about Penny's question - and wondered if Penny was aroused enough.

When Penny came back out, she was flushed. She returned to her position on the couch, sitting alongside LaShawn, who realized that her friend was strongly affected by the movie and the alcohol.

"Why'd you ask that question before, Pen? The movie getting to you?"

"I-I, sort of...I just kinda feel, I don't know...funny about..." Penny could not complete the sentence.

LaShawn seemed to know. Looking straight into her friends eyes she asked, "Me?"

Penny looked ashamed. She waited a long time and then lowered her eyes and nodded.

LaShawn leaned over a bit, until her lips just brushed those of her self-adopted sister. Her tongue darted out, teasing Penny's soft, red, also darting tongue.

"I-I Shawn, don't be mad." she said slowly, pulling her face away "I, I-I've been thinking of you in this way for awhile now."

"I know...me too. Let's go upstairs," LaShawn whispered, "It vibe time! I'm hot now too."

"Yeah, shut that stuff off." She picked up her champagne glass in one hand, and stood up.

LaShawn laughed. "We can't forget to bring the wine!"

"I'll get it," Penny laughed. LaShawn watched her go to the table. She really did have a nice butt.

"We can't forget the glasses, either." LaShawn added, smiling. She quickly stopped the VCR, removed the tape and turned off everything but the night light.

"Come, little sister," she said, breathlessly. Reaching out, she took Penny's hand, and led her to the stairs leading up to her bedroom.

Once in the bedroom LaShawn placed the glasses and the bottle on her night table and then quickly dimmed the lights, plunging the room into almost total darkness. Then she walked over to the side of the bed where Penny was silently waiting. The two young girls both knew at this time that they were about to embark on a trip that neither could be sure of where it would lead. Both girls were anxious.

LaShawn then was face to face with her beautiful friend.

"Kiss me again," Penny murmured.

Eagerly, LaShawn did. She leaned forward until her lips were again brushing Penny's, finding a warm, wet, and tongue licking the corners of her mouth. Her hands went to Penny's waist and her tongue again darted out to tease the soft lips of her little friend.

Penny moved into her friend's body, and her tongue moved out to meet her friend's tongue. Suddenly, she broke away. "LaShawn, I'm scared and I'm embarrassed. I... I've never... er,..."

The young black beauty replied, "Neither have I, sweet little sister. I've never even considered it before. Relax. We're sisters, remember?"

LaShawn's fingers moved up from Penny's waist and found the top buttons of Penny's blouse, and undid them while they kissed, then pulled the blouse gently from her girlfriend's shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her hands were trembling as they went to the front clasp of Penny's sheer bra and undid it quickly. Her nervous fingers gently drew the straps from her friend's shoulders and pulled the bra from the treasures it had held. Penny's budding breasts were topped with pink, nickel-sized aureoles, surrounding little buds that had become hard with her excitement. LaShawn's hands went to the twin mounds of flesh and caressed them, rolling the nipples gently between her thumbs and forefingers.

"Wait...wait, Shawny...Let me do you." Suddenly, she leaned forward and began to undo LaShawn's blouse. "I'll bet your breasts are beautiful." Then she seemed to pause out of nervousness.

LaShawn sensed her friend's hesitation. "Go ahead. Please. I want you to touch me, please," she whispered.

Penny gently finished with the buttons, then slowly pulled the tails from under LaShawn's jeans, opening the blouse and unveiling the light brown treasures beneath. LaShawn was wearing a shimmering light blue, lightly padded bra. Penny reached behind her friend's back, unhooked the bra, and gently pulled it forward and down. Though not large, LaShawn's breasts were well-shaped and full, firm, high, and crowned with quarter-sized aureoles, which stood firmly, almost like a breast on a breast.

"Oh Shawny! They're beautiful."

On sudden impulse, Penny leaned forward and kissed the hardening brown tips. LaShawn's nipples were highly sensitive. She could make herself explode just from playing with her breasts. The sensation of Penny's kiss sent chills down her spine, and caused contractions in her belly.

"Nnnnngggg," LaShawn groaned. She finished removing her blouse and bra and tossed them aside

Penny broke away from the flesh of her breast to kiss her again on the mouth, parting her lips, hungrily pushing her tongue between LaShawn's full, exciting, lips. Penny's fingers explored the other girl's firm breasts, cupping and squeezing them, tweaking the nipples, which grew puffy and full. She kissed her way down LaShawn's neck and fastened her mouth around the nipple and aureole, swirling and rapidly flicking her tongue over the ripening fruit.

LaShawn's moaning grew. Both girls then sat down on the bed. They hurriedly began removing the rest of their clothing and Penny was quickly down to her tiny, orange silk panties, a color that accented her blonde hair and milk-white skin.

LaShawn pulled off her jeans and then removed her clinging, damp panties. Penny saw that her friend was just starting to get hair on her pussy and it was short cropped. It made a lovely picture: the light brown flesh, the black pubic hair and the full, sensuous navel.

LaShawn's long legs were much better shaped than the average 13 year old, and terminated in a beautiful ass that was a delight to behold.

Penny giggled nervously and removed her panties. In a moment, there were two very different, very beautiful and very naked youngsters standing by the bed.

Penny arose and went over to the night table. She picked up the glass and took a big gulp of champagne.

LaShawn turned down the cover on the big bed, and when Penny returned, she smiled and bounced onto the bed, sliding over and patting the space next to her. Penny giggled again, put the bottle and glasses back on the night table, and sat next to her friend, facing her. Summoning her courage, she put her arms around LaShawn's neck, her breasts just brushing the tips of her girlfriend's.

LaShawn began to stroke Penny's back, running her hands up and down the other girl's spine, the unfamiliar touch of her feminine finger tips beckoning the blonde back down into the dizzying rush of excitement. She reached lower and lower, finally stroking and squeezing her girlfriend's rounded buttocks.

Penny moaned and touched LaShawn's protruding nipples with her tongue, lightly brushing them, teasing, and then finally covering one with her mouth, sucking it in and out between her lips.

LaShawn began to groan again, lying down, her legs writhing on the covers. Penny licked the tip of her tongue over the now taut and full nipples, and the light-skinned black girl began to tremble.

LaShawn was also busy. She cupped her hands over Penny's breasts and began to knead them, squeezing the warm flesh, rolling her exciting nipples with her fingers.

"That feels so good, LaShawn," Penny murmured. Her hand strayed down LaShawn's belly. "You're so pretty. I love your skin. And your pussy hair, it's starting to fill in. See the tiny curls."

She ran her fingers eagerly over LaShawn's belly. She pulled gently at the tiny pussy curls, stroking her way closer and closer to the mound they covered. Then, slowly and gently, she parted the fleshy folds and ran a finger in the valley between.

Young LaShawn put her arms around the blonde and pulled her onto her body, wrapping her long legs around her girlfriend's body. She pushed her hot wet flesh against Penny's thigh and rotated her hips slowly. A fire was rushing throughout her insides.

Penny squirmed around, then sat up, working one of her legs under, the other over, LaShawn's legs. Then she pressed forward, until her warm lips were kissing the black beauty.

She stroked the other girl's belly with her fingers, running them up over her breasts, down over her hips.

She shifted herself until her erect clit was pressing hotly against LaShawn's. She ground her hips forward, the heat rising even more inside of her. She pressed her index finger down so that it simultaneously touched both of their clits, then moved it up and down.

LaShawn lunged her hips forward and up, increasing the pressure, thrusting her own lengthening clit against the blonde's body. The two young girls writhed and squirmed, finding the right angle, pressing, moving against each other. Their wet bodies bumped and ground together, kissing and sucking against each other like two hungry animals, their hands squeezing each other's tit-flesh, pulling at each other's nipples. The black and blonde curls co-mingled wetly as their bodies sought release, their two erect clits moving urgently against each other's.

LaShawn was beyond thought, her quicker responses having already brought her near the edge of orgasm. She began to quiver, her nipples rock-hard, her voice only capable of sighs and moans.

"Ngggghh... oo, oo, mmmMMMM." She had begun to cum. Her stomach muscles knotted, little beads of sweat drizzled along her skin, her brown aureoles and nipples looked ready to burst. "Nnnnnnggggggaaahhhhh!!!!" Her body was bucking up and twisting about.

In the next moment, Penny, too, went over, lifting into the heights of passion once more. Her vagina clamped and released as her sphincters spasmed, rubbing ever more tightly against her hot partner's nether lips. "OH... OH... OH...UNNNG...GGAHH."

Penny collapsed over her friend's body and they playfully twined their arms and legs about each other, squirming in their aftershocks.

"Ohh. Wow. That was great." LaShawn breathed.

Slowly, the girl's aftershocks eased, and they eased into a warm, fuzzy glow. They lay there, content.

Finally, LaShawn rolled over, refilled the glasses, handed one to Penny, and sipped.

Then she got up, walked across the room, opened a drawer, moved aside some lingerie, and withdrew the vibrator.

"You wanted to see my toy, Penny?"

Penny was embarrassed at the sight of LaShawn's 'toy'. When she felt the urge at home, she had learned to 'do herself' with her fingers or a pillow...but never with something so blatantly sexual.

Penny blushed, and murmured, "Y-yeah, Shawny. You know that."

LaShawn walked back to the bed, carrying the instrument. She bent down beside the bed to plug the vibrator in the wall. She moved back onto the bed and then lay back on the pillows. She held the vibrator between her legs. Rubbing it against her still-moist lips, she gently pushed it into her wet pussy and then stopped. She smiled over at Penny. She eased it out and handed it to her friend.

Young Penny looked at the instrument, glistening with her girlfriend's honey. She lay down next to her friend, spread her legs and tentatively pressed it to her tunnel.

How big it felt!

Wet as it was, and ready as she was, it entered easily. She pressed it in another inch, then reached up and turned it on. Oh, how it moved! Her finger play earlier had readied her, experiencing and feeling her girlfriend's pleasure had dazzled her, and now the vibrator was completing the work.

She raised her knees higher, spread them as wide as she could, and took the gadget in both of her hands and gently pushed.

"Mmmmm. Ooooo, it's good. Nnnnnngggg."

"Oh, little sister, let me."

LaShawn took both of her big fluffy pillows and joined them together in a mound. "Here, Pen. Lie on these," she urged.

Penny rolled over onto the pillows, her voluptuous round cheeks in the air, her knees far apart.

"Now relax, little sister," she whispered as she took the tool from her friend.

LaShawn parted Penny's labia with one hand and guided the instrument into her love channel with the other. She snaked it around in her little friend's body. When a good part of its length had disappeared, she switched it on.

"Nnnnggggg" Penny mumbled into the sheets as the device hummed within her.

LaShawn worked more and more of the device into Penny, twisting and turning it as she did. With her free hand she began to stroke and pinch gently at the elevated cheeks of Penny's wiggling ass cheeks.

"Ohh. Nnnnngggg."

"This is almost as big as my dad's cock." LaShawn said and advanced the control another notch.

"Oooh... Ung.."

"As big Pen...but not nearly as nice. Close your eyes. Imagine this is my Dad in you." She whispered into her little friend's ear as she continued pumping the vibrating device in and out of Penny's hot tunnel, pressing it this way and that, stimulating every nerve.

"Oooo...ohhhh." Penny's eyes were closed now.

"He's fucking you...hah Peg...feel him...fuck him."

She watched how Penny's flesh clung to the huge shaft as she withdrew it, how it pressed her flesh inward as she forced it back into the depths. She watched as the little ring of her friend's asshole opening puckered in and out.

"Oh, yes Shawny, I see him...he's fucking me. He's so big."

"You like his cock, Pen. It's big...black...it's in you. You want him to fuck you. Tell him tell him to stick his cock in you, his big black cock. It's what you want...tell him!"

Sensing the young blonde was at the edge, LaShawn turned the machine on full and pressed it in, working it around. She massaged the soft purple pucker of Penny's other opening with a wet fingertip.

"I want the big cock in me. F-Fuc-Ucking me!"

Penny's eyes were closed shut tightly. She did not hear or see John approaching. She continued gyrating against the machine.

"Arrrg... Ohhh.. NNNNNG!"

Suddenly LaShawn pulled the vibrator all the way out and continued talking into and on Penny's ear. "He's gonna do you, Pen, that's what you really want...the real thing, girl friend."

With LaShawn lying on her friend's left side Penny opened her eyes at the feeling of the bed moving on her right. Penny's eyes widened in a panic as she found LaShawn's father directly on her other side. She did not have time to protest as his legs were quickly between hers and he was poised above the little girl. She was frightened.

"No!...Please Mr. Wilson...Shawny...don't...please."

LaShawn's wet mouth was whispering and licking her ear, "It's okay...Penny it's the big cock you wanted...it's okay. Tell him it's okay."

Penny looked up at the big black man. She was frightened but she was still churning in the loins. Her eyes traveled down between their bodies and suddenly she saw his huge black cock, poised between her legs. She could feel the tip touching her cunt-lips. Even though she was afraid, she still wanted this. LaShawn had told her how great it felt to be completely filled with this. She looked back up into the man's eyes and she nodded.

"Tell him, Penny. He won't do you...you have to tell him. Tell him...ask him to give you his big black cock."

She looked at him. There was pleading in her eyes and voice.

"Please...Mr. Wilson, please fuck me. Give me your big cock. Put it in me...OHHHHHH" he began to push deep past her swollen pussy lips and down into the little girl's depths. His big black hands moved up and clasped the budding white breasts.

His cock kept inching into the little girl. She gasped for breath and she widened her legs as much as she could because she felt that he was going to split her open. Her arms went clinging around to his back. As she felt him reaching her depths and filling her whole body, she opened her mouth in a wild hot invitation.

Then she was feeling LaShawn moving the pulsating machine underneath her father's pounding cock. She was insistently stirring the machine on her body, stroking her anus.

John's mouth descended on hers and their lips mashed together in a wild desperation. His hot long tongue plunged as fiercely into her mouth as his cock had penetrated her.

The combination of lips, vibrators, mouths, hands, and tongues on her were having a wild, passionate effect on the 14-year-old girl. She spread her thighs a little wider, her clitoris growing in its pink nest under this two-pronged assault: from John and from LaShawn.

Desire filled her, there was a tremendous hunger in her loins. She rocked her hips forward, wrapping her legs around the thrusting body of this wonderful black man. She tried to spread her knees yet further. Her thigh muscles tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed. LaShawn's manipulations with the vibrator at her ass, along with his pounding manhood deep within her were drawing waves of heat from her insides.. She began to moan softly. She was now fucking up frenetically at him.

"Oh....yeah...fuck me....I...oooo" she was at the end.

So was he. John was pounding into the little girl harder than any other that he had fucked. He was coming and he wanted to shoot every drop into this white baby.

"Yeah girl, OHHHH, that's it...I'm cumming baby....it's cummmnng!!"

He felt his cock exploding into her pussy.

Penny's cheeks waved back and forth, the muscles rippling, as the waves of intense pleasure mounted to climax. Penny came. And came. "Nnnnnnnggggggg, OHHHHHHH!, cumm, cum, cuMMMMM!"

Her insides churned as never before, her muscles tightening, flashes of heat coursing her spine. Her inside muscles clamped hard on his black cock, as it enlarged further within her. She thought she would pass out, but still he kept moving fiercely in a piston-like manner, moving in and out of the little girl's sopping wet pussy.

At last, they both slumped with exhaustion and LaShawn turned the device off. Slowly he withdrew his cock slowly from inside of her body, and she felt both relief and a loss at its going.

"Oh, LaShawn...Mr. Wilson, that was... beautiful! But, oh, I'm so sleepy!"

"Me too, little sister. Tonight, we'll sleep well."

As quickly and as quietly that John came in, he also left in the same manner. The girls kissed and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Chapter 19

At 37 years old, Alice was still a striking looking woman. She was the crème de la crème when she married and although she had some wrinkles around the corner of her eyes her body still remained slender; her size 38 tits were still firm.

John cared more about revenge than he did about his job. Phil had violated the two most important people in John's life, his wife and daughter. He intended to repay Phil back in kind.

What pissed him off more than anything was the fact that he was sure that he could have fucked Alice quite a few times over the years but he never took advantage. There were three main reasons. Obviously he would be living dangerously by crossing the color barrier, plus the fact that Alice and her husband owned the business, but most of all was because he had considered Alice and Phil as best friends.

Over the years it seemed that just about every time that the two couples were out together for a night of fun, when Alice had a few drinks John could expect to have to fend her off whenever the alcohol caught up to her. Either she would come on to him when they were dancing, or at sometime or another during the night she would manage to get him alone. He always managed to avoid a problem, but now he not only did not want to avoid it, he actually was plotting to get her in the sack. He was determined that he would get even with Phil, and he knew just how he was going to do it.

He and Alice were working together late every night, along with many of the other employees; usually until around 8 PM.

It was 4:15 PM when John surprised her. They had been in her office discussing a procedure and when the conversation was finished, he sat back and stretched.

"You know, this is all getting to me Al," he said. "I'm tired. I'm sure that you're even more tired than I am. I don't know how you keep up the pace."

She looked at him and nodded. "Yeah, I know...but we gotta do what we gotta do. But you're right."

John rose to leave. He looked at her and hesitated. He did not know if this was an appropriate time to try.

He asked, "How about for one day you and I just quit early, Al? We can stop at 'The Ranch House' for a few drinks. I think that we both could use them."

She paused and looked at him curiously. "You gotta be crazy. It's not even 4 o'clock yet." The thought did intrigue her, though. She really had been pushing hard lately.

John shrugged and started for the door.

"Wait," she called and then added, "Why not? What's a few hours early gonna hurt? Yeah...Yeah. Let's get the hell out of here. I could use a drink."

Chapter 20

By 5:30 PM, they were each on their third drink. John could tell that Alice was starting to get that looseness that he had seen so often in the past. Her eyes had a glistening and she was talking more than usual. He also notice that her eyes were becoming more intense and when he wasn't looking directly at her he felt her looking more directly into his face, instead of letting her eyes wander about the room.

They were sitting on bar stools, facing each other. As the conversation trailed on, he suddenly felt her hand rest on his knee. He had been in this type of situation in the past and had always moved away from her. Tonight he did not move his leg. He continued looking into her blue eyes, not wanting to give her any sign of discouragement. In response, he placed his hand on her leg, just above the knee at the bottom of the hem of her skirt. Her eyes suddenly displayed a look of pleasant surprise.

As they continued their discussion each of their hands squeezed imperceptibly on the other's knee. John looked around, somewhat nervous. No one seemed to be paying any attention to them, but he knew that if he was not careful and someone took notice that this could cause major trouble. A black man with his hand on the knee of a tall blonde was not always ignored, and the fact that she had her hand on him made matters a little bit more precarious.

Then her hand moved a few inches on his thigh and dropped a bit to the inside. John purposely dropped his glance from her face and, with deliberation, he looked upon her chest; his eyes remaining upon her breasts until he was sure that she noticed. His eyes slowly raised to meet hers and then, in a few short quiet seconds, his hand at the top of her knee moved gently to between her legs, moving up a few inches on the inside of her thigh as she had done to him. At the same time he let his eyes wander back and forth between her chest and her eyes numerous times, finally settling on her face, as she felt his palm squeeze her thigh ever so gently.

For the first time since he had known her, John saw a curious look of fright on her face. She had led him on over the years but he had never allowed anything to happen. Now that he was not putting up any barriers, she hesitated. She always really knew that she was safe. Now, with all bets off, she thought: Did she really want to lead him on further? Moreover, if so, where would it end? On the other hand, did she want it to go 'all the way'?

Alice was feeling very nervous. She had not been able to get Phil to make love to her for at least the last three months. She was continuously feeling her natural urges but she could not get her husband turned on. In the back of her mind, she might have even suspected that he was getting some pussy elsewhere. After all, he was not at work too much lately and had a lot of free time.

She was beginning to feel somewhat horny now. For years, she had heard from her husband about the size of John's prick. Phil said that the guys in work described the size as monstrous. She was frightened in a funny way. She was also anxious. She knew that John was no longer the barrier. If anyone was going to avoid an incident tonight, it would have to be her. Yet she did not know if she wanted it to stop or not.

She also had a strong desire to see John naked. She had always been secretly impressed with his muscled brown body. There were more than a few times, over the years. when they were at the pool and she felt that she wanted to just grab at his glistening skin. All of her life the thought of being fucked by a black man truly intrigued her, and since she met John, she thought often of what he might look like and how it might feel to take him inside of her.

"Well, can we?" he asked.

Suddenly she realized that he had been talking to her and that she had not been listening.

"Ww-what? Can we w-what, John?"

"Get alone, like I said."

Alice did not know what he had said but she knew what it must have been all about. She was somewhat in a mild panic. She knew that she would have to make a quick decision. She also knew that this was a once in a lifetime situation. If she stopped it now she would probably never get the chance again. She was catching him at a weak moment, she thought.

She looked at his big lips on his pretty brown face. For some reason that she could not explain Alice wanted to taste those lips.

John could see the indecision and fright on her face. He could swear that he saw a quiver in her lips. Finally, as he waited, she nodded, as her eyes held on his. "Wh-where John? H-how?"

Alice had cheated on Phil in the past but that was always in their own house.

John already had thought this through. Although she could not have guessed it, this was the reason that he had suggested "The Ranch House". It was a hotel/bar. He ordered a fresh round of drinks and told her that he would be back. He went out the side door and into the lobby, and then went to the desk. He quickly registered and left the key at the desk.

By the time that he returned to the bar, Alice was ready to jump out of her skin. As soon as he sat back down, she began to calm down.

"All these years, Al. All these years, I've wanted you."

"I thought that you didn't. I...I thought of you...I tried to get you interested," she stammered as both of them were talking only slightly above a whisper.

"Why, Al? Why me?"

"Because you're...so handsome."

"And black," he added.

"And black," she agreed, smiling nervously.

"Ready?" he asked.

When she nodded, John told her to follow him out and that he would ask for his key at the desk. When the desk clerk turned to get the key Alice should walk right to the elevator as if she was a guest; no one would pay attention. If the elevator arrived before he caught up with her, she should take it to the fifth floor without waiting for him, so as not to arouse suspicion. This plan was not necessary as she was still waiting for the elevator when he joined up with her, key in hand. As if they were strangers, they got on the elevator.

They got off together on the 5th floor and seeing no one around they went into the room together. He closed and locked the door behind them, and then they walked further inside the room, slowly. Then they turned and faced each other. There was a long awkward pause as they stared into each other's face. Here were two friends about to cheat on their spouses.

Finally he spoke, "You know what I've always wanted to do all these years?"

Unable to speak, she shook her head. Her mind was racing. Was she crazy? What was she doing in a hotel room with a black employee?

John stepped into her, his body touching against hers and he lowered his head. Alice could not take her eyes from his big lips. She had wanted them so bad and now she was finally going to taste them. 'OPEN THEM JOHN. OPEN THOSE WONDERFUL LIPS,' she thought as she opened her mouth to greet his.

As soon as their wide-open mouths joined, John pushed his tongue forcefully into Alice's eagerly waiting mouth. She pushed her body further into his and her tits pushed against his chest. He brought his hands up quickly between their bodies, grasping one breast in each.

Alice moaned into his mouth and pushed her hips harder against him. His cock immediately filled his shorts with its hardness. He pushed purposely into her. She suddenly felt the enormity of him pushing at her crotch area. Her heart began racing harder.

She had felt him against her in the past when they had danced. What she had mistaken for a hard-on was only his natural size. Now that she felt him fully enlarged, she realized that the stories that she had heard were most assuredly true. She was tremendously excited while at the same time she was frightened by his hugeness. Yet, she wanted to feel it.

Her hands went around his back to his ass where she pulled him in tighter, grinding harshly against him. Their mouths continued their assault on one another amidst prolonged moaning and grunting. His hands were handling her breasts roughly and that was adding to her building passion.

He pushed her backwards to the bed until the back of her knees touched the side of the mattress. Mouths and bodies were working hard against each other as the color line disappeared. They were now two humans in a desperate passion.

"Oh John, John, Johnny...," she said into his mouth. "Why did...we wait...so long?"

Her wet mouth again enclosed on his and their bodies ground some more against each other. Finally, he pulled away.

They looked passionately into each other's face.

"God, I want you bad!" he declared, and then started to open the buttons on her blouse. Her fingers quickly replaced his as she began to strip her clothing off, with an urgency. This allowed him to rid himself of his own clothes. Somehow, she finished undressing just before he did.

Sitting on the side of the bed, she removed her stockings, which were her last bit of clothing. Then she looked up at him: A brown god, his skin glistening. As she watched, he pushed his shorts down his muscled body and then he straightened up.

Alice gasped at the sight and she couldn't control her voice from saying, "Oh...I...God!"

Even after all of her past experience she still was not prepared for seeing such an enormous prick. She had had about 10-12 guys in her life but the biggest one that she ever had inside her probably was not half the size of this. She was shocked.

John was looking with admiration at her. She was the first white woman that he had actually seen completely naked, except for those Playboy mags and xxx-rated videos. She was an awesome blonde. His eyes went to her crotch and he was fascinated at seeing the contrast between her white skin and the black curly hairs of her cunt.

He saw her eyes with their hypnotic stare on his cock and he smiled. "It's going in you, you know?" Alice still did not look away from it. She seemed mesmerized by the frightening sight. "Big?" he asked, amused.

She nodded frantically. "God yes, I...I can't..."

"You knew I was like this, didn't you?" he whispered, with a smile playing at his lips.

"Y-yes...no...I heard, but...John, I...I want it...badly...But I...Oh God, it's big!"

He was standing next to her. His hands reached down, grabbed her breasts, and began squeezing on the warm flesh. "Move up Alice...over...more," he guided her, as she laid down and moved over to the center of the bed.

John dropped down and was quickly alongside of her in the middle of the bed. He put his huge black hand on her and began rubbing touching and squeezing the white flesh of her trembling body. She turned to face him. His fingers slid gently between her legs, as their lips searched for and once again brushed against each other.

"That's my cunt, Alice...It's been wanting me...my cock, hah?"

"Y...y-yeah...I do...want it..."

His fingers were at her slit and she was wet from the excitement. He began moving his fingers in her slit, rubbing her cunt. She began moaning into his mouth.

"This big cock wants you Ally...You want the big cock...My black cock...Don't you?"

"Nnnngggg," she groaned as three of his huge fingers penetrated and were working in and out of her wet and slippery pussy.

"This cock wants to go into you...To bring you to heaven...and to cum in you. I want to cum in you Alice. Okay?"

"Mmmmmmm," she murmured. She was fucking at his fingers and her mouth was working at his chest, kissing and sucking at his nipples.

Finally, she had her hand at his crotch. At first, her fingers touched at him tentatively. Then they enclosed around the shaft. The massive weapon jumped within her hand as his excitement mounted. Now both of them had a hand at the other's crotch and both of them used their free hand to grab at the back of the other's head, and their open wet mouths moved into and began sucking on each other.

Her hand was only able to go halfway around the girth of his massive cock, but she clutched it greedily. John had moved atop of her as they continued to suck on each other's mouths hotly. His fingers continued to expertly work within her starving pussy and her hips were soon moving about convulsively. Only their hands separated the completion of the sex act and he was now applying pressure with his body.

"W-wait...John...Put something on...a condom...put one on." Alice murmured into his mouth.

Their mouths and bodies continued to work against each other as their passions reached the heights. "I don't have...want me to stop...?"

By now Alice's body was involuntarily fucking up and down. She had been missing this total sex. This big brown god was arousing inner passions that she had never experienced and she was totally out of her mind from lustful desire to feel the huge man-meat inside her.

"NNNNNGGG, no John hurry in-me-in-me hurry hur...OHHHHHH YEAHHHHH!"

The black pole was moving into her, filling her with a feeling that immediately had her insides exploding while flashes of fire reverberated around her brain. Her legs opened wider to accept as much of the meat that was available to be stuffed inside her. She had never felt so fulfilled. Finally, it reached her depths.

She was groaning incoherently.

She eagerly wrapped her legs around him. Her hands went around his arms to his back and her nails dug into his flesh as he began to pound in and out of her moistened channel.

"OHHH OHHH OHHH." She was grunting with every thrust now as he shortened his strokes and began to pound rapidly in earnest.

John felt his balls fill and tighten. He knew that it was only seconds before he exploded. He was going to cum in her no matter what but he wanted her to ask for it. "Al...Oh Al, I'm oh I'm gonna cum..," he said in warning.

Meanwhile the two sweaty bodies were clinging to each other and pounding against each other at a frantic pace. Lust had overtaken her thinking. She had never felt anything so good in her cunt and there was no way that she wanted him to pull the piston from her spasming pussy.

"Cummmmm, Oh don't stop Johnnnnnneeee Oh just cum, oh, cum cum cum.... YEAHHH!"

With a fierceness that he could not believe, she clutched with all of her might as he started to unload his juices within her waiting cunt.

"Heeerrrreee's a baby...here's a black baby for you...OOOOOO I'm here it is oh oh cummmmmnnnggghhhhh!"

His hands had moved to her hips and as if she were a toy, he pulled her up, allowed her down, and then pulled her up again to meet his violent final thrusts. The last spurts eased out from the hole in his pecker and her pussy muscles involuntarily squeezed the juices from him.

Then they were done. Breathing heavily, he rolled off Alice and lay on his back alongside of her.

"Oh god," he heard her voice in anguish, no doubt realizing the chance that she had taken.

Chapter 21

They lay there in silence as their heavy breathing subsided. John's mind concentrated on what was still to be. This was going to be tough, but it was what had to be.

Alice lay there in a state of exhaustion. She had never been so well-fucked. She had never known that sex could be so totally physical. It really took a lot out of her.

While she was trying to regain her strength, her bedmate rolled away and stood up at the side of the bed. Then he turned to face her. Before she realized what was happening John had reached over, grabbed at her legs, and began pulling her toward him.

"J-Johnny, wh- what...?"

As he pulled her, he also turned her so that when she was being pulled off the bed she was laying on her stomach. As her lower body came over the side and her feet reached the floor, he pushed down on her back with his hand. Her upper body was still on the bed and she was starting to squirm.

"J-What...what are you doooing?" she asked frantically, still not comprehending, nor realizing her predicament. She tried to get up but he easily held her down with one hand. She was like a rag doll to this big man.

From holding her down in that vulnerable position John's senses started to become excited and his prick was soon at its full size. As he held her struggling upper body down with his one hand, he looked down at her body. Her lily-white ass was outstretched as if in invitation to him and he definitely intended to answer the RSVP. His cock was going to split her apart.

"We got one more thing to do, Al," he said as his free hand reached down and began to rub the flesh mounds of her ass.

Suddenly she was fully cognizant of what he planned to do and she panicked. "NOOO! John, No. Y-you, no John don't...You can't..."

She tried desperately to rise but she was no match for him. He easily held her in place.

Then he was totally behind her ass and standing with his legs on the outside of hers. He bent his black body down and slowly pressed it over and onto hers.

"OHH NOOO Johnny...You....NO PLEEEEESE," she cried into the mattress as her mind recalled the size of his massive organ and she remembered the one time that she allowed a cock to enter her ass. The memory itself was painful.

His sweaty body was totally pressing against her now. His lips began to kiss and nibble at her neck and ear. She was whimpering and murmuring pleas. His hand that had been rubbing the flesh of her buttocks grabbed his now fully inflamed prick and guided it to her tiny hole.

As small as she was under him, she gave it the fight of her life. Her struggles was heroic as she twisted and bounced frantically beneath him. It was all for naught. If anything, her struggles only served to excite him more.

The tip of his cock was at the pea-sized opening of her asshole and he pushed into her.

"AHHHHH, NO, John NO, OWWWWWWW AHHH AHHHH..!"

Suddenly to her horror, the head of his prick popped its way into her body within her asshole. As a violent scream started to come from within her his hand clamped over her mouth and he pushed into her tightness with a terrible force.

"NNNNNNNNNN..." His hand was muffling the loudest cry she had ever released in her life. The burning pain that was gripping her was mounting and she felt like she was being ripped apart.

She was not all wrong. She would have been too tight for a small man, but the monster that was invading her body was literally tearing at her insides, and he was drawing blood with each continuous push into her.

Alice's hands were clutching desperately at the sheets on either side of her. Her worst nightmare was upon her. John's huge cock continued inching through her insides while tearing at her skin.

The pain was unbearable. Suddenly she fainted. John felt her go limp beneath him. His cock could not be denied. Now when he pushed he was able to enter with a little bit more ease as her whole body was totally relaxed because of her unconsciousness. Finally, he reached bottom.

Then he slowly slid the pole backward within her asshole. Then he pushed in again.

He started to pump into her tightness, needing desperately to finish.

As Alice regained consciousness she felt him pounding and heard him grunting as his climax was approaching. She bit her lower lip and again clutched at the mattress as John pounded with a fierceness into her asshole.

He was grunting and wildly moaning as his balls filled and his cock expanded with the rush of blood as the sperm moved into his prick and began erupting into her torn asshole.

Alice was crying and now was muttering crying prayers as his spit within her. "Oh god dear god my god help help help oh oh..."

The last of his cum was emptied into her bowels.

As he pulled out of her and stood up straight, she slid to the floor like a rag doll. She just lay there whimpering and moaning as he walked into the bathroom to go to the shower.

When he came out of the shower, she was sitting on the side of the bed. She was fully dressed. Her face was ashen.

"Whether you know it or not, your black ass is going to jail, John."

"Okay."

"No okay, I mean it. When I get home I'll be calling the police to tell them that you raped me."

He looked at her sadly. She really did not deserve any of this but these were the cards that he was dealt and were all that he had to play with.

"You do whatever you think that you have to do, Al. But I think that I should warn you. Phil fucked LaShawn and Beth, and they could make the same charge against him.

"He...didn't," she whispered, her voice indicating that she realized the truth to his statement.

"As a matter of fact, he fucked Penny too. C'mon I'll take you home."

Epilogue:

Author's note: Although that was the end of the story that I wanted to tell, Victoria insisted that I tell the last piece, which I left on the cutting room floor. I didn't think that it was important to let the readers know that within two weeks Alice missed her period, but Victoria seemed to think you'd want to know that she gave the news to Phil with a sardonic grin spread across her face.

The End