Title: What Mommy Likes

When Mike got out of the car, the bulge in his pants was obvious. His
erection had been building up since the moment little Keisha had plunged
onto the seat next to him, her short dress twirling up, showing most of her
chocolate-colored thighs. The sleeveless shirt she wore fit so tight around
her upper body, he could have sworn he already saw a slight hint of breast
growth on her. The girl was only seven! He realized it was incredibly young,
but it was a proven fact that Afro-American girls hit puberty earlier than
white girls. He'd read of black girls of five or six who had sprouted some
pussy hair and grown tiny, puffy bumps on their chest! He couldn't deny this
fact had been a factor in the decision of him and his wife to adopt a black
girl. "If we're going to raise a female  child as our personal sex toy,"
Belinda, his wife, had said, "we should seriously consider this fact to be
of the utmost importance. Take the breeding of dogs, horses... cows, for
instance: it's not the frigid late-bloomer the farmer's going to pick as his
breeding female. No. He'll take the warm-blooded, easily turned-on, always
ready and horny bitch for a visit to the stallion." That and the simple fact
we both thought that little black girls were the sexiest creature on the
planet anyway, had shaped our decision to adopt Keisha at the age of four.
The first evening together as a family they introduced her to the joys of
cocksucking and pussy-eating. The first anal fuck came a year later. "Take
things slow. Never rush into things," Belinda always said. He remembered
'taking' the child's tight, puckered hole 'very slow' indeed.  Also the
sight of his wife, on all fours, crouched low, slurping away at the still
gaping, pink anus of their new daughter, oozing out his seed, was very
rememberable. Mike grinned and hid his bulge behind his newspaper as his
eyes hungrily followed curvy, little Keisha skipping before him on the
driveway path. Minutes before he'd told her to get out of her school clothes
and put her white, lace thong on as soon as they arrived home, because daddy
was in the mood for playing one of their 'games'. "Shall I put my collar on
too, daddy?" Keisha had asked. "Cuz that's what Mommy likes", she'd added
with a big smile of her full lips. Mike had agreed.

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What Mommy Likes