Out of the frying Pan (Mg, MF, MMg,oral, anal, pedo, Inter)
by Osric134

Remember: I don't practice, participate in or encourage sex with
children, rape, drugs or murder. I don't encourage anyone to do
any of the things my imaginative characters do either. These are
just stories that have taboo themes in them and NOT wishful
thinking. I just want to tell stories and hope no one takes my
tales as anything but strokable fun.






When I move house I moved to get away from the memories, the
sadness and pain that had dogged me all my life. All my life
until I had met Pam that is. It had been three months since Pam
died and I never felt so alone. My sister's had all moved to
North East London, Wood Green to be exact, and taken my mother
with them.
It was not so much that Pam had died as Pam had faded away. She
had early dementia and it had taken her from me a bit at a time.
I had met her when I came back from Guyana, where I had lived for
ten years. She was only the third girl I had ever slept with, the
tall, aggressive white woman was five years older than me and the
most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She had a flat next door to
my youngest sister, where I was staying on my return to London,
and she smiled at me every morning when I passed her in the
street. Then one day she stopped me and told me her name, asking
me out. I was stunned, saying yes and then being swept off my
feet, finding myself under her in her bed that very night.
"I never had a black man before!" she gasped as she climaxed
again, "You are so gorgeous, I just couldn't let you get away
from me!"
We dated for another year before she asked me to marry her and we
remained together for fifteen years, she being he more dominant
of the two of us. I found that I enjoyed just letting her take
the lead, but then I had always been a bit of a weakling anyway
and followed anyone with a strong will. She would cuddle up to me
in the night, telling me how much she loved me. We had all kinds
of sex, she particularly liked anal. I found out that she had
been molested as a young girl, her uncle had climbed into her bed
while he was living with her parents and sodomised her nightly.
She never told anyone but me about it. I told her about my own
molestation as a young boy when I went to live in Guyana and we
hugged each other, crying.
We were blissfully happy, then she got ill. She said that her
greatest regret was not being able to produce a child for me.
Then she was gone and I was alone.
Now I stood in the new place, measuring it up for carpeting. I
drew a floor-plan of both floors and included measurements, then
I drove down to Carpet Right and gave the measurements to the guy
attending to me after he told me that they needed to make an
appointment to come and measure up the place.
"No need!" I said and lay the book open in front of him.
"Oh shit!" he laughed, leafing through the pages. "You've got
everything here. That's excellent!"
With that done, I went off the the nearby furniture shops and
picked out some new chairs and beds for the three rooms. It took
me all day to do all that I wanted, then I returned home to the
old place to wait until everything was done.
It was another month before I could move into my new place and
finally sell off my old house. All I knew about the old occupants
of my new abode were that they were Africans, three of them, and
that they were very friendly with the woman next door to my left.
At least that was what the estate agent said. She also told me
that the men had been deported after living here for nearly four
years. I later found out from an internet news site that they had
been very rich, very corrupt government officials who had escaped
justice for multiple, very sick offences. Of which bribery, rape,
sodomy and child sex were but a few of the things they were
accused of. From all accounts they had been executed and the
families of the wronged had fed their remains to a pack of
hyenas. I thought that maybe that was an embellishment, but it
was Africa after all.
I started to worry about people taking me for one of the men. You
know what white people were like, they thought every black man
looked the same.
"I knew a black guy once, his name was so and so. Did you know
him?"
That sort of thing. Though I have to admit, that didn't happen so
much any more.

It took me three months to sell my old place and I finally got my
money. Pam and I had a rather substantial 'nest egg' from
investments we had made when she was alive. She was a market
trader and knew places to put her cash, our cash. I was now
wealthy enough to retire early and do pretty much whatever I
wanted. It should have been both of us, but her heavy smoking and
bad diet before we met had taken it's toll. She had quit when she
met me, but it was just too little, too late.
I took a part time job, Mondays and Fridays, at a small firm,
where I did their IT. It didn't pay much, but I didn't really
need the money. I spent most of my time in my garden, relaxing
and browsing the internet on my laptop or reading a book. It was
the beginning of summer and I was enjoying the warm weather for a
change.
Since the house was detached I usually walked around it, just
doing odd jobs that needed doing. The previous owners had not
been gardeners and didn't upkeep the place. I had a lot of work
before it look the way it did, and I wasn't a gardener at all. In
fact I hated gardening.
I was now in the property for three months and settling in
nicely. My re-directed mail was coming through nicely, I had
given my new address to everyone who needed to know it and my
phone and broadband had been transferred to my new address. I was
now fifty and semi-retired. All I wanted to do now was relax and
grow old very, very slowly.
That may be a problem though, no one ever believed me when I told
them my age. They always seemed to think I was in my thirties and
just had excessively grey hair for my age. I found this quite
amusing at times, and flattering. I still got looks and smiles
from women on the train or down the street. Even schoolgirls
looked at me and eyed me up, giggling to each other. One even
blew me a kiss on the bus once, causing me to blush quite
heavily. In fact she always seemed to look for me on Friday, when
I went down to Forsters Hardware to do work for them. She
couldn't be more than fourteen or fifteen, but very well endowed.
She was pretty too and quite full of herself. She was very tall
for her age, towering above the other girls around her by almost
a foot. She almost had a regal bearing.
I noticed the other older men on the bus constantly eyeing the
girl up. One young man engaged her in conversation and got dirty
looks from some of the mothers taking their girls to school.
I wasn't into children, she was young enough to be my
granddaughter and I ignored her as best I could in that small
space. But there were times when she made it impossible, like the
time she pressed her large chest into me as we were crushed
together on the packed bus. Somehow she had managed to move
through the crowds until she was standing right in front of me,
allowing the other passengers to push her up against me. I tried
to turn sideways, but it was impossible and I ended up spending
the whole journey with the teenager grinding her body against me,
staring up at me and smiling wickedly.
"I'm way too old for you kid!" I told her afterwards as she
followed me off the bus, as usual. She just smiled and walked
away, swinging her hips as she walked. Her friends catching up to
her and giggling excitedly. A woman looked at me and smiled.
"They're growing up too quickly nowadays, looking for men rather
than boys. But I don't know, I think I might have fancied you
myself at her age!" she smiled and walked off with her frowning
son.
"Mum!" he said in annoyance and embarrassment. She just laughed.

Today I was just going through the supermarket, doing my weekly
shopping. I turned the aisle and almost bumped into the woman
living next door to me.
"Oh, sorry!" I said as I pulled my trolley sideways to let her
and her daughter pass.
"That's alright, I was far away!" she smiled. I noticed that she
had very lovely eyes, with long lashes. "Oh, you're my new
neighbour, right?"
"Er, yes!" I said, not really wanting to move on.
"I thought I recognised you. I've been promising to come over and
introduce myself, but now's a good a time as any!" she reached
out her hand, "I'm Jenny. Jenny Rogers, and this is my daughter
Melanie."
I took her hand, she had soft, warm skin and a strong grip. When
I looked at the little girl beside her I felt very disturbed.
Three was something very familiar about her. I smiled at her and
received a big, beautiful smile in return.
"I'm Len Hinds. Pleased to meet you both!" I said. I was actually
looking at her properly now and realised how pretty she was,
strange that I never noticed before.
"I take it that you're not African then." she chuckled.
"No. And I don't like being called one either." I said, my
nostrils flaring.
"Well you certainly don't look like one at all, in fact you're
very attractive. I bet you have women beating a path to your
door?" she laughed. I shrugged.
"Not really, though there is this schoolgirl that keeps trying it
on every time I take the bus. It's like she's waiting for me or
something!" I told her in frustration.
"I bet she's not the only one." she said with a laugh. I smiled
and shrugged again.
"I like you. You're handsome and not conceited about it, in fact
you seem to be a little put out by it!"
I never thought that way really, well, maybe just a bit. I was
told how 'handsome' I was all the time, it didn't do anything for
me throughout my life. If Pam hadn't come along I would probably
be sweeping a street somewhere.
"It doesn't buy you much!" I said, shrugging. The beautiful
little girl gazed up at me in awe, she had large, blue eyes and a
full mouth that was begging to be kissed. I was feeling a bit
uncomfortable, there was still that familiar something about her.
She reminded me of someone.
"I'd better finish my shopping or I'll never get out of this
place. It was nice meeting you!" I said to her, shaking her hand
again.
"Very nice!" she smiled and then I went on my way. I passed her a
few more times and smiled at her, then went out to the tills
where the young woman behind the counter smiled at me and kept
winking. I didn't understand what was going on, why all this
attention suddenly? At my age too?
When I got home I unpacked my things and remained indoors all
weekend, frightened to go out anywhere, to be confronted by all
those smiling, winking women, all those giggling schoolgirls. I
stood in front of the mirror and stared at my face, trying to see
what they were seeing. All I saw was me looking back at myself,
the same 'me' I had been looking at for years. OK, maybe I had
girlie eyes and a very feminine mouth, maybe my nose wasn't fat
and huge on my face like some people. I suddenly realised that I
looked just like my older sister, Belinda Raymond. She had
married a white man named Peter and had three children with him.
People said we resembled but I never saw it until now. I stepped
away from the mirror and went into my bedroom, dropping back onto
the bed.
"You could be a model!" a woman had once told me once. It was not
something I wanted to do with my life back then. I was thirty at
the time, she thought I was eighteen. She was amazed when I told
her my age and still tried to get me to join her modelling
agency. I still saw her now and then, whenever I went up to see
my aunt in Lambeth. She was a personal friend of hers and they
were always together. I even suspected that she was having a
'gay' relationship with my aunt, until she tried to get me into
bed with her, that is, while my aunt was preoccupied downstairs.
She still questioned me about being a model, but that's just not
my bag.
Aunt Josephine told me to consider it, not to dismiss it out of
hand.
"Gabrielle has been in he business for years. She's discovered
some of the biggest names in fashion, don't dismiss it out of
hand!" she told me.
"I'm just not interested in that sort of thing Aunty Jo." I told
her, "It's never been something that appealed to me."
"Do you know how much money those models make in a day?" she
asked.
"That's just greed now. I don't need money, not after what Pam
left me. Besides, you make money on a shoot. There's no guarantee
you'll get work again the next week, or even the next month." I
really was having a hard time trying to convince her to let the
matter drop. I had not been to see her since I moved house and I
penned in a day to go over, preparing myself for her onslaught of
'modelling' again. I just couldn't convince her that I was too
old and not really interested.

Monday morning held the usual terror of travelling on the bus to
Stratford. As expected, the big breasted schoolgirls were there
and that pushy brunette was back, easing her way through the
crowded bus and soon she was pressing against my side. I had
turned sideways to escape from her, but at the first opportunity
she was pressed up against my front again, smiling naughtily up
into my face. I was sweating from nerves and a man standing next
to me frowned at the girl's antics, but said nothing. The bus
braked to avoid something and she reached around me, holding on
to my body to stop from falling over. She didn't let go until the
bus came to Stratford and I was reluctant to say anything,
bringing everyone's attention to me. I couldn't pull her hands
off as I was holding a case in one hand and the railing in the
other. When I left the bus I heard her telling her friends about
'muscles' before I went off in the opposite direction.
Mark Forster greeted me, as usual, at the door and escorted me up
to the computer room. I always got the impression he was making
sure that I didn't go anywhere else. He had his usual, nervous,
slimy smile and kept wringing his hands.
"Can you finish up quickly today please," he asked, "I've got
someone coming up to use the computers."
This annoyed me terribly and I pushed back my chair.
"If you don't want me around 'your' people then I suggest you
find a suitable white person to do the job, because, obviously,
you have issues!" I said angrily.
"What do you mean?" he asked indignantly.
"Every time I come here, you 'escort' me to this room. It's as if
you're afraid that either I'll go somewhere else in your precious
building or that someone will see me. Which is it?" I demanded.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" he told me. But his
eyes clearly said he did.
"Look," I said standing up, "I'll make this easy for you. Get
someone else, I quit!"
I left the stunned man there and walked out of the room, down the
stairs and to the door when a young woman stopped me.
"Excuse me!" she said angrily, "What are you doing here?"
"Leaving!" I said, "Tell your boss that he can get someone else
to fix your damned computer systems now."
I left her standing there, gawking and exited the building. It
took me ten minutes to get back to the station and I rode the bus
back home. I would be very careful the next time I took on work.
I decided to put out my 'feelers' to find another small company
that needed someone to do support twice a week. I got out my
laptop and sat in the garden, sending out my CV to a few agencies
and applying to some of the 'part time' adverts I saw there. Then
I relaxed with a glass of fruit juice, enjoying the sun and the
warm breeze.
"Can I have some?" asked the voice of the woman next door. I
raised my head and saw her standing against the fence. She was
smiling at me, her arms bare. She looked naked, but I could only
see from the top of her chest over the fence.
"Sure, why not!" I said and got up, walking over to the fence and
handing her the glass. She took it, smiling into my face as she
sipped the drink and handed me back the glass.
"That's nice!" she said, "I ought to get my garden looked at,
make it nice like yours so I can come out and relax. But it takes
money and that's something I can't afford."
"You on benefits?" I asked. She nodded.
"Since Ade and his friends left I don't have much." she told me.
"Ade?" I asked.
"He used to live in your house. He was my boyfriend. Well, sort
of." she shrugged. "More like my benefactor. He and his friends
used to take care of Melanie and me, Mel became very attached to
them. Ade and the boys took very good care of us."
I had a sense that she was not saying something. Maybe that they
were taking care of her in more ways than one. I sipped from the
glass and she reached for it, taking it from me, drinking from
the same spot I had. She looked into my eyes, hers big and blue.
She did have very pretty eyes.
"I do miss them you know," she said, holding my glass in both
hands, "Black men really know how to take care of a woman."
I was becoming aroused. It had been a long time since I had any
sex and my body was responding to her. She smiled and handed me
the glass, watching me drink from it and then taking it from me
again to drink too.
"Do you have someone?" she inquired, taking her tongue and
licking the spot where I drank from. I became rock hard in my
pants.
"No. I'm a widower and haven't had the time to think about that
really!" I told her truthfully. It had never crossed my mind
until now.
"I'd like to invite you over to dinner with me. I don't have very
much, but I'm told I'm a great cook, amongst other things." she
chuckled. "Please come!"
Her eyes were big and puppy-like she sipped from my glass again,
her big eyes never leaving me.
"OK!" I smiled, "I'll come!"

It must have been the arousing thoughts about Jenny and her
daughter with those sick Africans that triggered my dreams. A
long dead dread that Pam had cured with her body and her love.
Maybe the thought of those Africans and that little girl had
caused it, I don't know. I woke in a sweat, crying.
It had been during the time I was living in Guyana, I was a frail
and skinny fifteen year old. My older cousins were very nice to
me at first, then I came home and found them raping my little
sister, Bernice. She was nine. Gordon, my eldest cousin grabbed
me, dragging me to the bed and almost tore my clothes off.
"I've been meaning to 'do' you, you little faggot!" he said as my
sister begged them to let me go, offering herself.
"We already got you!" he said, "Now we want 'girlie-boy' here!"
They raped me for many hours, even making me have sex with my
little sister. After that Gordon used that to get me to go to
him. Making me kneel in front of him and suck him off before he
buggered me in his bed. He was twenty at the time.
That began a period of incestuous sex between me and my younger
sister for almost five years. She was so horny all the time and I
did whatever she asked. Then she stopped when she turned fourteen
and I was relieved. She never talked about it and never looked me
in the eye again either. She as married now and had a pair of
boys. She never left me alone with them and that hurt me badly. I
would never touch them 'that' way, never.
I had tried to tell her this a few times, but she told me that
she found it impossible to be sure.
"I love you more than a little Lenny, but I can't take the chance
that you might behave the way we were taught." she said as she
looked off behind me, still not looking at me.
"Please Bernie, look at me!" I begged.
"I can't!" she cried, "I might want you again and I can't take
that chance!"
When Pam had come along, she healed those scars, making me
realise that it was never my fault. Just the sick lustings of my
older cousins.
Now the nightmares started again and I was scared for my life.

Jenny Rogers looked stunning in the figure-hugging flowered white
dress she wore. It as short and showed off her splendid legs. She
was tall, lean and athletic with the body of a dancer or a
gymnast. Her breasts were small and stiff, poking through the
thin cloth. She was not wearing a bra. She looked very sexy.
"Hi there!" she said and reached for me, hugging me to her tall,
tawny body. "I'm so glad you could come, I was afraid you would
change your mind."
"Not a chance!" I told her after kissing her on each cheek, "The
chance to spend the evening with two attractive women?"
She laughed, a pleasant and sweet sound.
"Mel will love to hear herself called 'attractive', she already
has a crush on you!" she laughed again.
"I'm already accustomed to that!" I laughed. She took me inside
into the living room and I found myself in a small, well
furnished and cosy room.
"I'll be with you shortly." she said, "Would you like a drink?"
"Just fruit juice for me thanks!" I told her. She nodded and
turned to leave. I watched her splendid buttocks roving around as
she walked out of the room. She had such a sexy body.
Just then the smaller frame of little Melanie walked past her
mother and came into the room. The little beauty was wearing a
very short summer dress and her plump, full thighs were meaty and
smooth. She came over and stood in front of me, smiling.
"Hello!" she said, her voice happy and sweet.
"Hello Melanie!"
"You can call me 'Mel'!" she said, "People I like call me 'Mel'!"
"OK, I'll make sure I remember that!" I smiled and she giggled
sweetly and ran out of the room. Her dress rode up and her very
plump bottom, covered in tight, white panties flashed at me twice
before she left the room. I felt disturbingly aroused. That
familiarity that I had seen stirring me. I just couldn't place
what it was that bothered me about her.
Jenny came in a few minutes later with two glasses of fruit juice
and sat next to me, handing me a glass.
"Here you go!" she said as she seated herself and swivelled to
face me, her long, tanned legs smooth and silky. I quickly
dragged my eyes up to hers and saw her smile, pleased that I
found her appealing.
"I don't actually shave them you know," she said stroking them
with one hand, "I wax them and it makes them stay smooth much
longer."
She took my hand and lay it on her thigh.
"Have a feel!" she said, looking straight into my eyes and moving
my hand down her leg. I felt my cock stirring as my hand slid
down her soft, very smooth skin.
"Wow!" I said, "That's like silk. You have very beautiful legs
you know."
"Thank you!" she smiled, not removing her hand from mine or my
hand from her leg. "I try to keep in shape. I used to do
gymnastic as a teen and I teach at the local gym. You should come
and see me some times, the girls are all very talented. But
Melanie is the most gifted and flexible. She's won several
trophies already at local competition."
She slid my hand slowly back up onto her superb thighs and held
it there, sipping her drink and looking me in the eyes, until
Melanie came into the room with a large book.
"Ah, the obligatory photo album." Jenny laughed. "She must really
like you because she never brings that out unless it's someone
very special."
The ten year old giggled and squeezed between me and her sexy
mother, grinning up at me as she opened the thick album. She
started showing me pictures of her and her mother on holiday, at
her birthday and with the African men on another holiday. She
showed me photos of her and the men that were very inappropriate,
some of her mother being pawed by the men. Jenny just laughed at
the pictures of the big black men fondling her breasts and arse,
one man had his hand down the front of her panties. Mel giggled
and teased her mother.
"Eee! Mummy, he's playing with your pussy!" she squealed. I shot
a look at Jenny, who didn't even seem bothered by her use of the
word, laughing with the girl. They talked and went through the
pictures, showing me many that I was sure weren't decent and
ending with pictures of the little girl in a swimming pool, the
big African behind her. She was being held by the man and had a
very erotic look upon her beautiful young face.
Then the book was finished and Jenny went to set the dinner.
Little Mel sat with me, telling me about her school and her
friends and the teachers.
"Come on guys, dinner's ready!" Jenny said.
It was a delicious meal of roast chicken, roast potatoes, steamed
vegetables and gravy. She was indeed a very good cook and had me
asking for 'thirds'. She laughed as she fed me more of the
delicious roasted bird, telling me how much her 'boys' loved her
cooking. As she moved around the table, I admired her luscious
legs and that sweet little arse of hers. Melanie saw me watching
her mother and giggled a lot.
After dinner, we were back in the living room. Melanie was sent
up to bed and Jenny and I sat together talking and drinking fruit
punch. I was getting a little tipsy and realised that the drink
had vodka in it.
"You naughty girl!" I slurred, "You didn't tell me that you put
alcohol in the drink!"
"Didn't I?" she asked innocently. She eased closer to me and
started playing with the buttons on my shirt, her other hand
resting on my thigh.
"Do you know how very attractive you are?" she smiled, "I wanted
you from the very first time I laid eyes on you!" she said. I
felt the top button loosen.
"I used to fuck all three of those lovely Africans, they actually
raped me that first time. Kept me in the house for days, filling
me with cock until I begged them for more. Since then I've never
looked at a white man again. Then you came and I nearly died. Not
only are you black, but you're gorgeous too!"
She hooked my neck with her hand and pulled me towards her,
pressing that big, soft mouth to mine in a long, wet kiss, her
tongue dancing in my mouth hungrily until I my toes curled. When
she let me go I was gasping for breath and my cock was hurting.
She stroked it with her other hand as she stared into my eyes,
smiling in triumph.
"You're not leaving this house tonight!" she told me. Pushing me
back into the chair and unbuttoning my shirt. She pulled it open
and began kissing and sucking my chest, sending thrills through
my body. She bit and licked my nipples and pulled my belt open,
unzipping my trousers and freeing my aching cock.
"Oooooh! Lovely!" she gasped and sucked the fat head into her
mouth. I gasped, never having felt anything like that before. She
sucked and licked and nibbled on it until I was moaning and
whimpering. She chuckled and smiled at me.
"I'm going to enjoy playing with you Baby, we're going to have a
very long and happy friendship."
She got all of my clothes off and lay them on the small chair by
her bed. I still didn't understand how I got upstairs, everything
was so fuzzy. She was naked too, her body was tight, toned and
very sexy. She stood over me and smiled as she pinched the stiff
nipples on her small, flat breasts. They were just saucer-like
circles on her chest with nipples stuck in their centre. On her
they looked fantastic. She climbed onto the bed and fed one to
me.
"Suck it Baby!"
I did and she moaned, rubbing her body against me. The she slid
down, nibbling and kissing until she got to my cock again,
sucking the head into her mouth again and making me moan. She
slid up and I felt her tight pussy grip and then suck me slowly
into her, squeezing me all the way in. I gasped and heard her
moan with pleasure. She lay on top of me, staring into my eyes
and rocking her hips against me, fucking me long into the night.

I woke up and found her smiling down at me. Bright sunshine
pouring in through the window. I was disoriented for a moment,
not knowing where I was, but when I saw her smiling face again I
relaxed and smiled back.
"Good morning Gorgeous!" she said.
"Good Morning Gorgeous!" I said and she laughed, leaning in to
plant a wet kiss on my mouth. When she dragged her tongue out, I
felt her hand fondling my cock, waking it to hardness.
"Ahhhhh!" she sighed as she lay on top of me, sliding me back
into her superb belly.
"That's so nice in me!" she said and began to rock her sexy hips
against me, causing me to gasp into her mouth as she kissed me
again. The sheet had long since fallen to the floor and the sun
played on her lovely golden skin. I clutched at her hips and
those delicious little buttocks of her, so meaty and firm in my
hands.
Just then the bedroom door opened and Melanie came into the
bedroom. She walked over to the bed and stood watching us. I was
trying to grab the sheet from the floor to cover us up, but it
was too far away. But Jenny didn't seem bothered at all,
continuing to hump against me, grabbing my head and turning it
back to her.
"Relax Baby, just relax and let me take care of your lovely cock"
she smiled. She turned to her daughter calmly. "Not now Honey,
Mummy's fucking!"
"OK Mummy!" she said and went back out of the room quietly. I was
in shock.
"She's such a good girl." she said and turned her attention back
to me, fucking me harder and faster until I cried out and
orgasmed in her, feeling her vaginal muscles clutching me,
squeezing me as she too reached her pinnacle. We lay there
gasping and kissing for a while.
She found a bathrobe for me. It was a man's, Ade's when he was
there before. It was large and fit well. She pulled on a flimsy,
short robe that didn't cover her lovely arse properly and led me
downstairs to the kitchen, where we found Melanie sitting at the
dining table, waiting for us. She was still in her nightie and
smiled as soon as she saw me.
"Hi Len!" she beamed.
"Good morning Mel!" I said to the girl. She kept looking at my
crotch and I had to check that I wasn't showing my 'wares'. The
little girl grinned at me as her mother prepared breakfast. She
came over and stood between my legs, hugging me tight.
"What's that for?" I laughed.
"Nothing!" she said and went back to her chair. Jenny laughed.
"I think you just got yourself in trouble!" she laughed, "She'll
be all over you now!"
She made scrambled eggs and toast, serving us tea to wash it
down. Afterwards, she made me remain seated and cleared up the
wares. She came back and bent over me, pushing her hand into my
robe and playing with my cock until I was hard. She smiled into
my eyes and stroked it, it took me a few moments to remember that
her ten year old daughter was sitting right next to me and could
see everything.
"Jenny, Mel..." I gasped.
"Shhhh!" she said and pressed her soft mouth against mine,
sucking my lips. She groaned and forced her tongue into my mouth,
sliding it deep, holding my chin in one hand as she continued to
stroke my cock. I could feel the open air, realising that she had
me out in the open.
"Ooh! It's big!" gasped Melanie and I flushed with embarrassment
at being exposed to the girl. Jenny didn't seem to care, getting
carried away and tonguing me hungrily, climbing into my lap and
sliding down onto my erection right in front of her daughter. I
gasped and tried to look over at the girl, but Jenny held my head
in her hands and gazed into my eyes, riding me furiously until I
cried out and ejaculated into her hungry pussy. She sat down full
on my lap, and grasped me inside her belly, moaning in pleasure
as I twitched and bucked inside her, all the while looking deep
into my eyes.
"Mmmmm!" she sighed, "That was wonderful!"
"B...but Mel...!" I gasped, embarrassed.
"What about Mel?" she asked, squeezing my cock with her strong
vaginal muscles, "Are you worried that she is seeing something
she shouldn't?"
I nodded, glancing over at the girl who sat there smiling,
unconcerned. It was as if she had seen this kind of thing before.
Jenny turned my head back to hers.
"I wasn't the only one who got raped that day!" was all she said
and then she kissed me hard, driving her tongue into my throat
with her spit, making me forget what I was going to ask her.

I spent the rest of Saturday with the very horny Jenny riding me.
She didn't care that her daughter was sitting there, watching us
and knelt between my thighs, sucking my cock as if it contained
her last meal.
We were watching the afternoon movie and she sat next to me,
slowly stroking my cock. I lay back in the chair, my robe open,
exposing me. Mel sat next to me, staring at my throbbing meat,
almost dribbling. The glee on her beautiful face was disturbing.
"Mummy, can I show Len my DVD?" she said, her young eyes never
leaving my face.
"Of course you can Honey!" Jenny said as she squeezed my cock in
her strong hand, "Go and get it. When we've finished watching
this film we can show it to him."
She kept me on the 'boil' until the movie was over and Melanie
had placed the disc into the player and pressed 'play'.
I was greeted with Jenny, Ade, Paul and Ola sitting in the warm
tropical sunshine while Melanie ran around them, trying to get a
response out of them. I didn't know where they were, but there
was lots of bright sunshine and a huge swimming pool just behind
where they were sitting. Behind that was a white fence and the
white sand of the beach. All of them were naked and the men had
their erections.
Ade pulled Jenny's head down and made her suck his cock, holding
her neck with his one hand as he smoked his cigar.
Paul grabbed Mel as she ran past, lifting the child into his lap.
The giggling child squealed suddenly and then settled down as the
man pulled her down firmly. He gently bounced her on his thighs
as her mother sucked and slurped on the other African's cock.
"I'm gonna teach this one how to do that!" Paul said and the
others laughed.
I looked at the expression on Mel's face, her eyes were hooded
and her mouth lay open. She was making little gasping noises. It
suddenly occurred to me that the man had his cock up inside the
child. Mel gasped and whimpered, Paul pulled her further back on
his lap.
"Unghhh!" she grunted.
Jenny pulled her mouth off Ade's cock and stared at what was
going on across from her, shocked.
"No!" she screamed, jumping up. Ade grabbed her and pulled her
back.
"No, you promised not to touch her again!" she screamed. Ade
forced her to her knees and slapped her hard.
"White bitch!" he shouted, "We do as we please!"
Jenny fought, but Ade began to slap her again and again, getting
up and dragging her to her feet, smacking her face over and over
again until the woman whimpered and pleaded. He dragged her off
somewhere behind the mounted camera, the slaps continued until
they faded in the distance. Ola got up and went over to Paul and
the whimpering child, taking his cock and forcing it into the
girl's mouth.
"Suck!" he commanded and proceeded to fuck the child's face,
gripping the two side of her head, leaning her forwards and
tilting her head up, he thrust into the struggling girl's mouth.
Melanie gagged and cried, struggling against the two thrusting
men. She was like a rag-doll between them.
In the room, Jenny continued to stroke my cock and suck on my
ear, making my body shudder and my cock throb. She didn't allow
me any release, squeezing the base of my cock until I settled
down again and then stroking it again.
"Please..." I begged, "I don't want to watch this any more..."
"But Baby," she cooed into my ear as she stroked my cock, "You
must!"
I felt movement and Melanie came and stood next to me, smiling at
me. On the screen Ola gasped, grunted and cried out, obviously
filling the child's mouth with his sperm. He held the struggling
girl there for a few more minutes and then he pulled out of her
mouth. I watched as his slowly withdrew his cock from her throat,
the girl crying and coughing. All the while, Paul never stopped
thrusting into her. Then Ade came back and signalled to Paul, who
stood up with the girl dangling against him. He was holding the
girl's legs up, spreading her wide. I could see his cock
thrusting up into her, obviously up her young arse. Her plump
pussy looked red and raw.
Ade was very hard indeed, he walked forwards and pressed his
thick meat against the little girl's pussy. Melanie looked up at
him, scared.
"We're going to do this like the last time!" he said to her and
held her hips, driving slowly into her. The girl screamed and
tried to push him away, but couldn't stop the slow progress into
her tender young body of the big black cock. They began to thrust
savagely into the girl from both sides, raping her. Melanie
stopped screaming and clung to Ade, grunting and gasping as the
cocks thrust into her savagely, again and again. Ola sat
watching, stroking his cock until it was hard again.
I watched as the two black men raped and raped the little
pre-teen white child until Paul cried out and came in her arse,
then pulled out of her. Then Ola got up and took his place. It
went on and on, each man using both her holes twice before the
took turns sitting down with the child kneeling between their
thighs, sucking their cocks.
The scene changed to another place, another holiday, more dirty
sex with the child. Jenny being fucked in a bed while Melanie
rode Ade's cock as he watched in a chair.
Melanie had come in front of me now. I felt her small hands on me
and heard Jenny's coaxing. She climbed up onto my lap and placed
her hands on my shoulders, smiling at me. I felt her mother point
my cock and the girl press down against it, then tight, tight
pussy squeezing slowly down onto me.
"Oh shit!! I gasped as Jenny squeezed my balls to stop me from
getting up.
"Stay!" she said and began to suck my ear again.
As the scenes on the TV became more and more dirty, the mother
and daughter more accepting of their situation, Melanie rode my
cock until I shot my sperm into her very tight belly.
"Now you really belong to us." Jenny said into my ear when I
calmed down, "You're ours for good now and It won't be like Ade
and his friends, this time I'm in control!"
Melanie began to ride me again and there was really no escape.
I moaned, her young hole very tight around me. The little girl
smiled into my face as the men on the screen continued to rape
her, now she was naked around the pool, the big black men taking
turns to fuck her in different places and positions as her mother
either watched or took part.
Ade delighted in fucking the child in the pool while his friends
took turns in her mother, neither fighting any more. As Melanie's
pussy tightened in orgasm around my cock, I witnessed her mouth
being filled with sperm again and again on the screen. The child
gulping it all down to the men's cheering as her pussy pulsed and
squeezed my cock. Every time the scene changed Ade or Paul was in
her arse-hole, sodomising her, seeming to be concentrating on the
young child. But Ade did fuck Jenny when her the swelling in face
finally went away.
Then the DVD came to and end as I squirted yet more of my cum in
the eleven year old's tight, squeezing little belly.

I never did get home that night, waking in Jenny's bed between
the two naked females, Melanie's warm body pressed up against
mine and my cock still very hard and very deep inside the child's
tight, clutching arse-hole. My cock jumped inside her bum and she
gave a soft moan, er anus tightening. Behind me Jenny's breasts
against my back. She sighed, waking and reaching around me to
grasp my hip with her soft hand and stroking it.
“Are you still in her?” she asked, her lips at my ear and her
breath sending shivers through me.
I nodded and she started playing with my buttocks.
“Sodomise her some more!” she whispered, urging my hips forward.
I did as she said, sliding deep with the very first thrust and
burying my thick cock completely in the delicious hole.
“Oooooh!” the child moaned, clinging to my arms.
I lay there buggering the little girl again, slowly reaming her
bum. Her mother kissed and sucked on my ear, sending me almost
mad.
“You like it, don't you? You like being in my daughter?” she
whispered in my ear.
My cock throbbed inside the girl, making her moan.
“Yesss, I know you do. I can feel you trembling when her
arse-hole tightens around your cock.” she cooed, “Imagine, you'll
be able to fuck her every night when we're married. I'll even let
you get her pregnant!”
I cried out, cumming up the child's tight rectum, squirting deep
inside her bowels.

They moved in with me, selling the house and putting all of their
money in my bank account. It was another month before I was
married to Jenny, spending the whole of the next two weeks in
Hawaii in a remote island. I fucked both mother and daughter
everywhere, even on the beach. I enjoyed them so very much,
cumming so many times in both that I lay exhausted on our double
bed, my women feeding me and pampering me the rest of the time.
We returned to London, happy and content. I would never be alone
again.
Melanie became pregnant with my son when she was nineteen,
already having a new sister and brother by her mother.
I now had a family of my very own and I let no one harm them.

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