    Title: Cindy's Quest
    Author:Eskimo1958
    Summary: Story of a black male, and the unwanted stalking of him by a teenage
    white girl, and how she succeds in getting her man.
    Keywords: olderM/youngerF, ir, preg

There she was again. Cindy News, age eighteen, a high school senior, walking not more than five feet from me. I inhaled, holding my breath, as she passed me on the sidewalk, while I worked on the flower bed. She spoke, commenting "Nice flowers, Mister Redding."

I didn't even bother looking up, as I didn't have to, as I replied "Thank you, Cindy." I didn't say a word more, as I didn't want to make it look like an invitation. No need to get her stopping and talking to me, as I really didn't want no trouble from her parents. She's been like this all summer, since last May actually. I was playing volleyball at the neighbors, John and Carlie Adams, when I first encountered her advances. She was on my team, and she kept patting me whenever I made a play, whether good or bad. I really didn't notice it at first. But soon, the repetiveness of it was starting to bother me. And looking around, others had noticed as well. Why was it bothering me? Well, besides being a good twelve years older than her, me being black had a hand in it. Yeah, a black man in the white neighborhood, who would have thought?

My wife, Rhonda, died about nine months before, in her sleep from toxic shock syndrome. I was thirty at the time, she thirty-eight. Yes, an older woman. An older white woman. We had been married for six years, she meeting me when I was a senior at college, she a teacher in the local school system. Talk about a scandal! The whole town was in an uproar. But, her dad gave me a job, in managing the production floor of his tool and die place. Ron, her dad, he and I became close, he becoming like a father to me, and I still go out and play golf with him once a week. I guess I was the son he didn't have, as he only had two daughters, Rhonda and Rachel. Rhonda and I never had kids, but Rachel has five, making up for the lack of our production. This was Rhonda's choice, not mine. I wanted a child, but she didn't. I never argued for one, although Ron said I should.

Anyway, I still work for Ron, I've moved up, so to speak, as now I'm on the board. He put me on right after Rhonda's death, as he didn't want people to think that once there was no more marital ties, there still is a tie of some sort, I guess you could call it emotional or sentimental or whatever. Back to Cindy. Things got worse as the summer went on. Always flirting with me, always taking a chance here and there to touch me, pat my arm, grab my butt. And, you're probably wondering, why the hell didn't I just nail her ass. BECAUSE SHE'S EIGHTEEN! God, I didn't want any of that, I mean, I thought she was just way too young. And let's not even discuss maturity. This particular day, she walked by wearing a halter top, which had a hard time holding those boobies up. I guessed them to be a healthy double-d cup. And that ass of hers, covered by a small, and I mean very small, pair of red gym shorts, which looked like they were painted on. Talk about camel toe. Damn!

She lives six doors down, and my neighbor Craig gets a laugh every evening when I'm working in the yard, or in the garage, as he watches her walk by. Yeah, he figured it out. Hell, the whole damn town has figured it out. The little runt has the hot’s for me. Of course, I'm way too nice to tell her to stop, that she is embarrassing herself. And way too nice not to take her inside and fuck her brains out.

As I watch her continue down the sidewalk, I hear a voice behind me, saying softly, "You should nail her."

I snorted, not even bothering to lift my head, as I reply, "No fucking way, Craig."

I raise up, and lean back on my heels, as I look at my neighbor, who is having a hard time keeping from laughing, as he asks "What has she done this week? Besides walk past you about six times an evening."

I sighed, "She keeps calling me up. I'm damn near ready to change my phone number."

He shakes his head, "You would think with school back in session, that she would find a boy her age."

I chuckle, "Yeah, you would think so."

Yes, the whole neighborhood knows. And her father has even talked to me about it. He was over the other day, apologizing, saying he was sorry that his oldest child was stalking me. He's a nice guy, actually. Jim News. About my height at six-four, a bit of a gut, and a bit of a redneck. I was surprised that he was actually on my side. I had been waiting for the day for him to confront me about it, but it really wasn't a confrontation. Heck, he even told me he wouldn't blame me if I took her inside and had my way with her. The way he said it, I was thinking he was wanting me to. Maybe he thought that once she found what I was like, she would leave me alone. Hell, I don't know what to make of it, as I'm confused as hell and getting tired of the whole situation. Anyway, another work day tomorrow, and then the weekend. I was planning on getting up early Saturday morning and going to the gym. The usual stuff. Saturday mornings and the evenings of Tuesday and Thursday I go work out. Now, I'm not a bodybuilder, far from it, as I eat well. My waistline will prove that. But I still am in shape. Of course, I'm only thirty. I still play softball with the company team, still play hoops in the winter, and even now and then I get into a game of football. I even have been known to help the local high school team in coaching the defensive backfield.

The next day went well, and I was home by five. After making myself dinner, I went and watched a movie on the television, then I went off to bed. Third weekend in September. How can I forget the weekend. It was late into the night, when I woke with a start. I'm a light sleeper, and something woke me. I think it was from years ago, after Rhonda and I were first married. We had problems with some racist nuts trying to cause problems. That's when I got the handgun. I laid there, perfectly still, listening. There it was again, a noise. Downstairs, I recognized it as the chair by the living room window. I grabbed the phone first, quickly dialing 911, as I moved to the closet and reached inside and pulled out the forty-five caliber. I've always wondered if I would shoot to kill. A voice on the phone asked "May I help you?"

I whispered, "Yes, I've a burglar inside my house."

I was relieved when she said "Twenty-four sixteen Birchtree Lane?"

"Yes." Thank god for caller id for the police dispatch.

"Sir, your neighbor has called already, there is a car on the way now." A pause, and she added, "He's on your street, now."

I heard movement coming up the stairs. I said "He's on my stairs."

That's when all hell broke loose. My front door was kicked in, flashlights were shown, and the words yelled out "Freeze! Police!" Followed by a female's shrieking voice. Hey, I recognize that voice. Shit, it's Cindy. And I flipped on the hall light, and there she was, stark naked. Man, what a sight!

The cops yelled "On the floor." as they moved in. Needless to say, they made her put her clothes on, which she had taken off by the window where she had climbed into my house, then they took her to the police station, where they called her parents. I was down there as they arrived.

Talk about a scene. They wanted to know if I wanted to press charges. Hell, I didn't want to do that. She's just a love-sick child. But her mother. She was two-hundred and fifty pounds of fury, yelling at her child, screaming at her and telling her she was an embarrassment to the family, and she didn't want her to come back to her house. Jim was trying to calm his wife, named Lillie, down, but she wasn't having any of that. I remember the last words I heard that night from Lillie, as she yelled at Cindy, saying "If you want to live with that nigger, you go right ahead. He can have you."

Well, I was a bit pissed. I mean, the 'n' word was bad enough, but to turn your daughter out on the street like that, that just wasn't right. Maybe it was because of my growing up in a children’s home, that probably had something to do with it. The detective looked at me, and I at him. I sighed, and said "Well, I'm not about to file charges." I turned to her, and asked "Why did you do this?"

She was still crying, and it was worse now that her mother had literally kicked her out of her house. "Because I love you."

I frowned. I looked back at the detective, and he just shrugged, as the matron handed Cindy another kleenax. Well, I figured that I was probably going to hate myself for it, but I stood, and said "And now you're in a hell of a jam." I reached out with my hand, offering it to her, as I said "Come on, you can stay at my place." The look on her face, one of total disbelief, as she tried smiling, but couldn't manage it, as I added "You'll need to help me clean the place up after the fine officer kicked my front door down."

She whimpered out a meek "Sorry."

Not as sorry as I'm feeling. God, I have a hard time tolerating teenagers, and now it looks like I'm allowing one to spend a night or two in my house. Have I gone nuts? Too late now, as I escorted her out of the police station and to my car. We rode in silence. I was dead tired, and I really didn't want to talk. Once in my garage, I showed her into the house, pass my busted up front door, with splinters and glass everywhere, and on up the stairs. I showed her to the first spare bedroom, and opened the door, saying "Go on, the bed is made. Go get some sleep." She walked on past, and I closed the door once she was inside. I went to my room, changed into some work clothes, and went to survey the damages. The sun was rising. Great. It's the start of a fine day. And I'm tired. Actually, it wasn't that bad. But, I decided I might as well go buy another front door. The lumberyard opened ten minutes ago, so I went and got my keys, and pulled the truck out and went and purchased a new door. Great thing about a small city, news travels fast. The guys at the lumberyard were there waiting for me.

I picked one out, and was soon back to my house, tearing the old door out, so I could install the new one. My neighbor Craig was over as soon as I got back, so his help was greatly appreciated. John from the other side came over as well, along with his wife Carlie. We talked about the situation, and although Carlie wanted Cindy to stay at her place, John nixed it. I didn't blame him, really. He and Carlie had been having issues of late, no use bringing in a teen to make things worse. No, they never did break up, but I'm sure if Cindy moved in with them, they probably would have. With John and Craig's help, we got the door done in two hours. And Carlie did go on inside, along with Craig's wife Susan, and as we got done, the two of them emerged, saying they were going down to the News residence to gather Cindy’s belongings. I started to protest, as I was only planning on her to stay a night or two. As the guys and I sat in the garage, they returned two hours later, with about four suitcases of her clothes, and the message that the two of them were taking Craig's truck down to get more. I had that dear-in-the-headlight look. This wasn't going to work.

Once everyone was gone, I went on inside and took a long shower. Done with that, I went into the living room and turned on a college football game. Cindy eventually came down the stairs, and we looked at each other and smiled. Now, I had no idea what her and my neighbor ladies had talked about, so I just went on watching my game. She went into the kitchen for a spell, then returned and sat on the couch, but at the end, away from me. I thought nothing of it, as I was too engrossed in watching the game to pay any attention to my houseguest. Finally, at halftime, she asked "Um, is there anything that I can eat?"

Oh shit! It's pushing three in the afternoon, and neither of us had eaten. I looked at her, smiled, and said "Yeah, what would you like?" She shrugged her shoulders, and I suggested "How about we order a pizza?" She smiled, and I asked "What you want on it?" as I leaned over and grabbed a portable phone.

She replied enthusiastically "Pepperoni and cheese."

"Mushrooms?" I asked.

She replied "I don't like mushrooms."

I sighed, as I dialed the phone, as I would have liked a supreme. As I waited for an answer, I told her "Go ahead and get some cokes out of the fridge." She jumped up to her feet and went into the kitchen, and I heard the refrigerator being opened, and after a pause, the sound of it being shut. I gave the kid at the pizza shop my order, and he told me it would be about twenty minutes. I hung up the phone, and went upstairs to get my wallet, returning to find Cindy sitting at the table, with the two cokes. I smiled, and took a seat next to her, and said "Did you sleep well?"

She nodded her head yes, "I slept fine, but you must be tired as heck. I mean, you never went to bed, did you?"

I laughed, "No, I hadn't yet. But don't worry, I'll get some sleep tonight eventually."

We didn't talk much after that, not even after we ate the pizza once it arrived, nor as we went and watched some movie on the tube. I went on upstairs about nine, totally exhausted, and decided to take a shower. I have a full bath upstairs, and a half-bath downstairs. Once in my bedroom, I stripped down, remembered I had company, and put a pair of gym shorts on, and went into the bathroom. I shaved, shit and showered, and after checking on Cindy, who was laying in her bed, with the lights out, I checked to make sure the house was locked up and I went on to bed.

I was out in no time. As a matter of fact, it was one of the most restful sleeps that I had in some time. As I had previously mentioned, normally, the slightest sound wakes me up, like last night. But this night, I was totally zonked. I do believe an army could have busted down the front door, and I would have slept through it. Or, a young lady could have crawled into bed with me during the night, and I would have slept through that as well. Take a guess of which of the two previous scenarios happened.

I was having a dream. It involved my late wife, and we were in bed, waking up from a pleasant night. I had rolled over to her, and took her into my arms, pulling her to me tightly. Her warm, soft skin felt fine against mine, as I caressed her belly, then cupped her firm breast. A breast that I thought was a lot bigger than it normally should be. And she moaned as I massaged it. But her moan, it didn't sound right either. My cock was throbbing, pressed up against the round cheeks of her ass. I was happy, thinking it was great to wake up with the feeling of the warm body of a female cuddled up against me.

Then, it hit me. I was awake, I was in bed, and someone with tits was laying next to me. I jerked up, saying loudly "Shit!" With my action, the covers flew off, and there was Cindy, naked as I, and a surprised look on her face. I asked "What the heck you doing with no clothes on in my bed?"

She raised her arms, covering her large breasts, and replied meekly, "Because I wanted to sleep with you."

Well, she's honest, I have to give her credit for that. I fell back onto the mattress away from her, and stared at the ceiling as I exhaled hard. Now what do I do? Well, first to reprimand her, to show her who is in charge here. "Cindy, I did not invite you into my house to sleep with me. I really didn't want you here in the first place." Yeah, that was mean. And she grabbed the covers, stood and ran out of the bedroom, as I heard her start to cry. Well shit, now why did I go and do that for?

I laid there for about twenty minutes, before I finally rose out of bed, pulled on some shorts and went out into the hall. I went to the bedroom she was in, and knocked gently. No answer. Well, it is my house, so I opened it, and stepped inside. She was on the bed, my bed sheet wrapped around her still, facing the wall. Oh for pete's sake. I frowned as I went to the bed, and sat on the edge. I put a hand on her shoulder, and said "Hey, come on and sit up here, we gotta talk."

She rose her body up, and was now sitting next to me, but still facing the wall, as we were facing opposite directions. Her body was still covered, and I wrapped my right arm about her, and leaned forward, kissing her forehead. There were still tears rolling from her eyes, and I brushed them away. "Cindy, why are you so much interested in me?"

She shrugged, "Because you're alone. And I'm alone. And well, I thought maybe that.....well, I don't know!" She started bawling away, as I pulled her closer and she buried her face into my right shoulder. Great, this isn't going to well, now is it. I let her cry for about five minutes, before it subsided to slow sobs.

I started to speak again, as I said "Listen Cindy. I am honored that you want to be with me. I mean, it's not like I don't enjoy your attention. But, you're so young. What if we started getting serious, and you find another boy you want to become attached to?"

"There ain't no other boy around here my age that I want. They're just that, boys. You're a man." was her terse reply. I suddenly became aware that she wasn't going to quit. At least she's determined, that’s for sure. But how determined?

"Why do you think you're so alone? What about your family?" I asked.

She sniffled, "You heard momma yesterday. I ain't got no family." Well, one thing for sure, she is no English major. "And I really don't have too many friends."

I asked "None?" and she shook her head no in response. I raised a corner of the blanket, and dried her reddened eyes. "Well, I'm not too sure what else to say. I won't turn you out onto the street, okay?"

She nodded her head, and said "Thank you."

She sighed, and laid her head back down on my shoulder. This gave me time to think. She's really not a bad kid, save she's all love-sick over me. I could be an ass, and belittle her and drive her away. But would that work? To be honest, I don't think it would. And I really didn't think the idea of just caving in and taking her to bed and having sex with her was a good option either. But what's in-between? I said "You know Cindy, I've an idea."

"What's that." she asked.

Okay, you want to be my lover, right?"

She said firmly, "I want to be your wife."

I laughed, "Very well, my wife."

She perked up, and a big smile came to her face, as she said "You'll marry me?"

I laughed, making her frown, as I stated "Not today." I hugged her, and I said "A relationship is a long term commitment, you know."

"Yeah, I know that." was her response.

"How are your grades?" I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders, "I’ve C's in most everything, except math. I've only a D in that."

I was surprised the D wasn't in English. Anyway, I said "I want at least B's in everything, save Math. You need to raise it to a C for this semester. I want to see all your homework once you've finished it, and there's one more thing." She looked at me, wondering what it could be. I didn't smile, as I said "You are to go talk to your mother sometime this week, and apologies. Make it after school or something, but I want you to talk to her. And every week, I want you to stop there after school and help her with anything she needs done, understand?"

She looked at me suspiciously, and asked "I can still live here?"

I sighed "Yes."

She grinned "Can I sleep with you?"

I dashed that hope, as I stated firmly "Not until you get your grades up. Then we'll talk about it. understand?" Wait a minute, what did I just say?

"Yes sir." was her humble reply.

I looked at my watch, and said "Good, we have plenty of time for you to take your shower before we go eat and head off to church."

She looked at me, a bit surprised, asking "Church?"

I said "Of course, it's Sunday."

"Which church?" she asked

"United Methodist." I stood, saying "I'm sure you've some good clothes to wear, don't you?" I chuckled, as I headed towards the door, saying "After all, you want to impress the church going ladies with the fine catch you got, right?"

She grinned, as I stepped out into the hall and closed the door behind me. Of course, I was wondering now if I had gone completely insane, but too damn late now. I also knew that I had to find out more about her. I could ask, but that wouldn't work. I mean, that would look to her that I really am interested in her. Okay, maybe by now I was. But no use getting her hopes up any farther than they are now.

I heard the shower start up, as I stripped down and started to dress. Then, a thought. You know, she really never did see me naked. Without missing a beat, I went down the hall, and opened the bathroom door and entered, saying "I got to go pee, don't peek."

Yeah, right! She mumbled out an "Okay." as I lifted the lid up, grabbed my cock and aimed. I glanced in the mirror and saw the shower curtain move, and from my angle, the side of her face. I snickered, as I went pee, and all the time, she was watching. Once done, I gave it a good shake, and before I turned, I said "Next time, take a picture." She jerked the curtain shut, and I laughed as I exited the bathroom. Yeah, I know. I teased her. But then, she's been doing it to me for the last how many months?

I was dressed and waiting for her downstairs, when she finally came down. I was impressed. A nice white dress, knee length, with a light blue floral print, and white shoes and a large hat to match. I smiled, and stood, saying "Well, let's go eat, then church." I offered my hand, and she took it as we went into the garage and got into the BMW. In minutes, we were seated and having breakfast. And I was smirking, as the looks we were getting were priceless. People were jerking their heads around, doing double takes, as we walked in. And as others came in, they stopped and gawked. It was rather comical in the restaurant. But not near as interesting as church. Talk about total bewilderment on the faces of the members of the congregation, including Ron, my former father-in-law. I was sort of wondering what his reaction would be tomorrow at work. And then there was my neighbors, Craig and Susan. I watched as Craig nudged her. She turned, and her smile was interesting to say the least. We didn't sit in the front row, but we might as well should have. Everyone was checking us out. And after services, as we exited the church, people were in small groups, and it seemed they all stopped what they were doing and looked our way.

Ron was the first to get to me, as he shook my hand and said "Hey there, who you got there?"

I smiled, "This is Cindy News. She will be using one of my bedrooms for a while." I said it rather loudly, and a few snickers were heard.

Ron kind of smiled, as he said to her "Well, welcome to our church. We hope it meets your spiritual needs."

Cindy looked lost, as she stammered out "It's a bit different from what I'm use to. But I did like the preachers message today."

I smiled, as I found it interesting that she was listening...I think I was sleeping during it. A female voice from behind me, and I recognized it as being Susan, Craig's wife, as she said "Hello Cindy." I half turned, and Susan got between us, saying to the girl "We're so glad you could make it." And before Cindy could even respond, she was ushering her away, towards a group of women, saying some nonsense about meeting other members. I just chuckled, as Craig joined Ron and I, saying "Well big guy, how did it go last night?"

I didn't miss a beat, "I slept great. Must have been because of the hard work we did yesterday."

"I heard you didn’t get much sleep the night before." stated Ron.

I smiled, as Craig laughed, as I responded with "No, I didn't. Last night was much better."

"So why you letting her stay with you again?" Craig asked.

I sighed "Hopefully she'll get tired of me and move on."

Ron said his good-bye, as Craig and I stood there and made small talk, as we waited for the return of Susan and Cindy. Thirty minutes later, I by then had my tie off, as did Craig, as we were now sitting on the steps of the church. Finally, the two of them, came from around the corner, chattering away. We stood, and Susan said "Oh Dan, this is the only nice outfit that the poor girl has. Would it be okay if I take her to get a new outfit or two for church this afternoon?"

I shrugged, saying "Sure, why not?", all the while knowing that I was the one that was to be paying for it.

She smiled, as did Cindy, as she said "Good, I'll pick her up at noon."

So we were off back to home. Damn, I should have talked to Craig more about her. Like, what all did Susan, Carlie and Cindy talk about yesterday? I could of kicked myself for not doing that, instead of talking about the weather and the NFL season. Well, the good thing about Cindy going shopping, was that I get the afternoon to watch football.

Once we got home, we went into our own bedrooms and I changed into a pair of jeans and a light sweatshirt. I was downstairs making me a sandwich when she came down, wearing jeans and a sweater. Damn she fills a sweater out nicely. I was wondering what the strength of her bra must be like to hold those pups up and out like that. And that butt of hers sure did look nice. I sighed, why am I looking at her? I should be trying to dissuade her from living with me. I went into the living room and turned on the telly and started to watch the football game. Susan was over at her appointed time, and she told me that if I get bored, that Craig was home watching the kids and for me to go on over and visit with him.

Well, I got bored fast. Something in the back of my mind was telling me that I should go talk to Craig. Ten minutes after they left, I was knocking on his door. He answered it, smiling as if he knew something that I didn't, as he said "Come on in." He said it as if he was expecting my visit. He yelled out to his six and four year old girls, "You two go on upstairs to play, Josh and I are wanting to watch the game." I laughed as they protested all the way up the stairs. He went into the kitchen, asking me "You want a brew?"

I replied "Sure." as I sat on the couch, seeing that the game is on. He returned and handed me a beer, and I took a sip, and said "So, what do you know about her?"

Craig snorted, and said "Oh, I've some information on her, and her family."

Interesting, he finds amusement in what he knows. "So besides they’re from the south, what can you tell me?"

"Alabama. To be more precise, just north of Mobile." He replied.

I shrugged, "And they moved up here what? About ten years ago?"

"Eight. Jim and Lillie have been married for seventeen years." He just smiled as he said that.

Wait a minute. "Seventeen years? Cindy's eighteen!"

He grinned, "She ain't his kid. And, it seems her mother has been using her as a scapegoat for all these years."

I whistled, "No wonder the girl has issues."

"It gets better."

I laughed, asking "Better than being a bastard?"

"Lillie's brother molested her a few years back on a trip down south."

Okay, I guess it does get better. I let out a low whistle, and shook my head in amazement, as I then asked "So what happened then? Did they arrest the asshole?"

Craig laughed, "Not hardly. Lillie accused her daughter of leading her brother on. She wouldn't allow charges to be drawn up."

I was in a state of shock. Damn, no wonder she's got issues. "How long ago did this happen?"

"Three years, when she was fifteen. She missed a year of school because of it." He said, "That’s why she hasn't graduated."

Yeah, I remember now, she seemed to be home all the time that year. "She didn't get knocked up, though."

"No," he shook his head, "But her mother wouldn't let her out of the house. From what Susan has heard, Lillie didn't want her out trying to lead other men on."

I chuckled slightly, "Sounds like Lillie has some issues as well."

He sighed, and shook his head, saying "Safe to say there’s been some problems in that household for a long time."

I mulled this over for a few minutes, before I asked "So what does Susan and Carlie think I should do?"

He made a face, "Well, they want the girl to be happy. They both like the girl, as she does baby-sit our kids from time to time."

"But they're not sure about her living with me." I stated.

He laughed, "Actually, they’re more worried about what would happen if you turn her out to the street."

"So they want me to keep her at my place?" I asked. He nodded. "What about her desire to be with me?"

"You mean sex?" he asked with a grin. I nodded, and he laughed, saying "By all means go for it."

I laughed, shaking my head no, saying "I know that's what you're thinking, but what about your wife?"

He shrugged, "She says the same thing."

I asked "You're joking."

Shrugging his shoulders, he said "No, she thinks it might do some good." Then he asked "You haven't yet, have you?"

"Nah, although it was close. She crawled into my bed during the night, I was a bit startled when I realized that it wasn't a dream as I was playing with her body this morning."

He started roaring with laughter, as eh said "Yeah, that would have been something to see."

I sighed, "Anyway, I was a bit upset. I yelled at her, and she went off crying to her bedroom."

"And then what?" he asked.

Chuckling, I replied "I felt like a jerk. After a while, I got up and went to her room, and I talked to her. And well, to make a long story short, I said if she gets her grades up, I'll allow her to stay, and even sleep with me."

"Wow, what a guy!" he said rather sarcastically.

I shrugged, as I flipped him the bird, "Well, what you think I should do?"

"Fuck her brains out." he stated rather bluntly.

"I figured that would be your response." I settled back into the couch, and thought for a moment. "So anything else I should know?"

"Like what?" he asked.

I shrugged, "Anyone getting their undies tied in a knot over this arrangement so far?"

"In our neighborhood? Not hardly. Heck, they all know she's been after you for months." He replied.

We both laughed, and then I asked "What about her family? I mean, I know she has a younger sister."

Craig snorted, "Four sisters, and two brothers."

"Whoa, you're joking?" I exclaimed.

"No I ain't" he stated, "Cindy's the oldest by two years. There's Beth, then the boy Jason, who's fourteen. Then the twelve year-old Melanie, eight year-old Paula, three year-old Andy, and then the sixteen month old Hannah."

I shook my head, "All in that tiny house? No wonder Cindy's trying to get out with someone."

So we talked about it some more, before we turned our attention to the Bronco's on the television. Of course, the rest of the day, as we sat there, I kept thinking about Cindy. Yeah, I really wanted to get rid of her. But part of me was feeling sorry for her. No, there was no desire for her, at least in the way of love. Lust maybe, but not love. Eventually, Susan and Cindy returned, just after the end of the second game, and I went on home. She was all smiles, as she made dinner, did the dishes afterwards, then came and sat next to me on the couch as I watched ESPN.

I looked at her kind of funny when she moved her ass up against me, as she looked up into my eyes and smiled. I just smirked, and started watching the Sunday night game. At least she didn't ask what inning it was. At half-time, I asked "Don't you got any homework?" She made a face, and I put my arm around her, patted her shoulder, and said, "Go to it, girl."

She grumbled as she stood and went to her bedroom. An hour later, I turned off the game, and headed upstairs. Her door was open, and I peaked in to see her sitting on the bed, looking at a book. She looked my way, and smiled, as I asked "How you doing?"

"Okay, almost done with my math homework." She replied.

"Good, I've everything locked up, so when you're through, turn out the light, okay?"

She cheerfully nodded her head yes, as I went on down the hall and into my bedroom. I thought about shutting the door and locking it, to prevent a repeat of last night, but I decided to test her, to see if she would behave. And in the morning, I woke to find that I was alone, as I smiled and got out of bed, heading to the bathroom for a morning shower. I just got my whole body wet, when she came into the bathroom, asking "Josh? Are you going to be in there long? I need to take a shower before school?"

I exhaled, I hadn’t even got soaped up yet. Oh what the fuck, "Come in and get in." I said, as I pulled the shower curtain back. Gee, what a surprise, she was naked as the day she was born. I glared at her as she giggled while getting in the tub with me, as I said "But no touching. I got to get to work."

Yeah, what a sight it was, as she stood under the water, facing me, as it fell down her well formed frame. I was trying my hardest not to break the rule that I had already stated to her, as I lathered up my body with the soapy washcloth. She stepped away, and moved around me, rubbing those fine breasts against my side. I acted cool, although my cock was twitching. It started to rear it's fat black head, as I went forward and under the hot water to rinse off. I turned, and saw her just staring at me, her mouth hanging open. I asked "What? Aren't you going to wash yourself?"

She looked down, and pointed at my hanging cock, saying "Well, it's so big."

I sighed, and moved to get around her, saying "Of course it is. Now get soaped up and rinsed off, I don't want you late for school."

I climbed out, wondering if this had been a good idea. Probably not. But I was in a hurry, and I wasn't about to give in to her. I guess I was making a statement, in that my actions were telling her that I was allowing her to be here, but there was to be no sex involved. Of course, my prick was screaming to the contrary. As I dried off, I asked "When does your bus arrive?"

"Six-forty-seven." was her reply.

I looked at the clock by the sink, it read six-ten. "Okay, you going to make it?"

I heard her rinsing herself off, as she then said "Yeah, I'll dry my hair. I ain't got any makeup here."

I chuckled, "Okay, I'll wait to leave when you go, as I don't have a key for you."

I was wrapping the towel around my waist, my cock poking the front of it out, as she said "How will I get in then after school?"

Good question, and I have a solution, "Well, today would be a good day for you to go talk to your mother." She mumbled something, and I said "Do it, you know our deal."

She sighed, as she turned off the water, saying "Yes sir."

Well, I was dressed in no time. And I waited for her to get ready for school. I was pleasantly surprised to see she was ready in no time, as we ate a quick breakfast of cereal and milk together. I didn't say much, and nor did she. Except for when it was time to go, I said "Have a good day at school."

She smiled slightly. Yeah, I bet she was worried about what type of reaction she was going to get once she got to her classes. She got up and walked with me to the door going into the garage, grabbing her book bag along the way. I could tell she was rather nervous, and I sighed, knowing I was going to hate myself for this, as I wrapped my left arm across her back, and said "Now I'll be getting home about five, let's go out tonight for dinner, okay?"

She smiled, and leaned against me, and I squeezed her opposite shoulder with my hand as we went into the garage. I opened the garage door and she went on out, heading towards the bus stop. I went on to work, and had an interesting day at work. Ron called me into his office. It really wasn't a lecture, just a two hour long conversation about the current state of affairs in my house. I assured him that I really wasn’t looking for her to stay with me, and he just glanced up and looked at me a bit funny. I was surprised when he came right out and said that I should marry the girl. He came up with a lot of reasons why, not the least of which was that she was single and living in my house. I explained to him about the deal I made with her, but with no provisions of anything long term, that I was hoping that I was just a passing ship in her life, and that she would eventually move on. He surprised me even more when he suggested that I have her come work in the factory once she graduates, as a secretary if she likes. I told him I would pass it along to her.

Then, more bad news. The Reverend of Cindy's family has announced that he doesn't condone the living arrangements of a young, white lady with a black man. No, not the exact words, but close enough. One of his flock that works for me, told me all about Reverend Guy Chisum, and his ideology. Great, an asshole enters the picture. Thankfully, for the time being, he didn't pose a problem. Of course, since Ron owns a factory that employees a substantial amount of people, no one dares mess with him.

I got home at about five. No Cindy. At first, I was wondering if she had second thoughts, and had decided to move back home. Thirty minutes later, I found out that this was wishful thinking, as she was knocking at the door wanting in. Oh yeah, I forgot to get the key. I said "Come on, let's go eat, then get you a key." Her face brightened, and she followed me into the garage. But something was amiss, and I'm sure she would tell me about it eventually that evening. Dinner was silent, although I was all smiles as people gave us amusing looks. Most were rather pleasant looks, a few not so nice. I really wasn't worried about any problems, as we then went and got a key made for her.

Back at home, as we entered the kitchen from the garage, I said "If you've any homework, go get to it." She frowned, and started for the stairs, picking up her book bag along the way, when I remembered something. I said "Wait, how did it go with your mother?"

She stopped, turned, and frowned, saying "Well, okay, I guess."

"You guess?" I asked.

She shrugged, "After I apologized, I told her that I was there to help, she didn't say a word. I did the laundry and cleaned the bathroom, then came on home."

I chuckled, and waved her on her way. She sort of half-smiled, as she turned and went on up the stairs. I went and did a load of my own laundry, before sitting in front of the television and watching stuff. Nothing in particular, just switching from channel to channel. About eight, she came downstairs and sat next to me, and I asked "All done?"

She smiled, saying "Uh-huh, what you watching?"

She moved up next to me, as I answered "Nothing, just channel surfing." She snorted, and I asked "What?"

"Daddy does the same damn thing, momma is always bitching about it." She explained.

I chuckled, as I kept on going through the channels. "Any problems at school today?"

"Some." she said meekly, "Some of the boys were calling me names."

I opened my mouth before I thought it through, saying "They're all just jealous that they can't live with you." I regretted it as soon as I said it, as she beamed, as she excitedly asked "You mean you enjoy having me live with you?"

I tilted my head back, wondering what to say next, wondering if I can hide behind the couch. I sighed, "Oh, it's okay."

"Just okay?" she asked, with a bit of frustration in her voice.

I defended myself with "Well, this is only the third night, you know."

She looked at me, a bit suspiciously, and I chuckled, turning my attention back to channel surfing. This didn't stop her from rubbing up against me some, and I frowned. I know what she was wanting, but she's going to have to wait. Eventually, I said "Time for bed." She got up, and as I did, I grabbed her hand, and said "Don't let the kids at school bother you, okay?"

She smiled, then she wrapped her arms about me, pressing her breasts into my chest. Damn that felt good. With a smile, she turned and bounded up the steps, with me following behind. Damn, what a behind. God this is going to be more difficult that I thought. I went on past her room and into mine, and it took a while, but I eventually dozed off. The next eight weeks were rather uneventful. She would go to school each day, then to her parents to help her mother for an hour or so, then come on home and make me dinner. I was somewhat surprised to see that she can cook. Oh, and about her mother, by the end of the first week, Lillie was actually being somewhat civil. Distant, but still civil.

On Sundays, we went to church together, and Sue invited her to join a women's church group, an invitation that she accepted happily. So she was with them on Wednesday evenings, and Tuesday and Thursday evenings I went to the gym to work out, as well as Saturday mornings. I also still helped out with the local football team, which meant on Friday home games I was at the high school, as well as one or two days after work. Now on the plus side, we were both comfortable being around each other with no clothes on. Not that I didn't want to take her into my bedroom, or hers for that matter, and fuck her brains out. But, I was trying my hardest to outlast her, make her break and run on home where she belongs. Of course, her going to her church meetings might have had something to do with that, for as the weeks went past, she was toning down her 'pursuit' of me. Maybe it was from being around me, maybe it was from what the other women in her group have said to her. And of course, talking to Craig, I do believe it was the latter. Or so I thought.

It was the second week in November, on a Monday. Usual routine, she arrived home from her parents right about five, just as I got home from work. She made a quick dinner, and as we sat and ate, she smiled as she reached down and handed me her report card. I opened it up, and let out a low whistle. Of her six courses, she has two A's and four B's. I was very much surprised at the math score, as it was an A. I guess my shock showed, as she giggled, saying "I guess I showed you, didn't I."

I replied, "Well, yeah, I guess you did at that, Cindy." I placed the report card on the table, and said "Well, you earned to sleep with me for tonight."

She jumped out of her chair, came around the table, and wrapped her arms about my neck, exuberantly shouting out "Yes!" Then, she said "Wait a minute, what do you mean for 'tonight'"?

I chuckled, as she released her grip, and stepped back, and turning, I said "We only agreed upon you sleeping with me for one night."

She got a look of anger, and she said "But why not more?"

I raised my hand, saying "How do I know that you will keep your grades up?"

She frowned, and went back to her seat, and resumed eating. I had a hard time keeping from smiling, as she started mumbling. Once we were done eating, she gathered the dirty dishes and went to the sink to scrape them clean before placing them in the dishwasher. I went on into the living room, and started watching television. When she was through, she went right on past me, not saying a word, on up the stairs. I smirked, wondering how long this was going to last.

Not long, not long at all, as it turned out. She is a smart girl, and persistent, I've already figured that out. An hour later, she came down, and plopped down on the couch next to me, and laid up against my right side. I turned my face, and asked "What?"

She said "Nothing!"

Bullshit. She was smiling. I went back to watching the pre-game to Monday Night Football, as she sat there, in silence. The next commercial, and she said "Ron, I've an idea."

Well, I was waiting for this. I hit the mute button, and said "Let's hear it."

"How about I bring home all my graded homework and tests, and as long as I maintain A's on five of ten, I can stay in your bed."

"Uh-uh." I replied, "That means the other five grades could be F's." She frowned, and then pouted, sucking in her lower lip. I laughed, Five A's, and nothing lower than a C."

She shot back, "Six B's or better, and the rest C's."

I laughed, as I replied "You're going backwards."

"Well, you're making it tougher." she protested.

I shook my head a bit, and said "Seven B's."

She sighed heavily, and mulled it over, before smiling and saying "Deal."

I offered my hand and we shook, and then she was up running to the stairs. I hollered at her "Where you going?"

"To put my clothes in your bedroom." was her response.

I sighed, wondering if I should stop her or not. I decided the game was more interesting, as I went back to watching pre-game. Then the game. It was over at about midnight, as I turned it off, as well as the lights, and walked up the stairs. I hadn’t seen her since she went on up, and I smiled as I stepped into my bedroom. The light was still on, and there she was, underneath the covers, curled up and snoring softly. I chuckled lightly, got out of my clothes, and got into bed and turned out the light. She mumbled something, but what I've no idea, as I drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, I woke with a start, as the alarm went off at five-thirty, and I couldn't quite figure out who this warm, soft person was laying next to me. I rose, and she opened her eyes, and smiled, as I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, saying "Come on, get ready for school."

As I got out my side, she did on hers, and I smiled as I watched her bare ass walk casually out of my room and on to the bathroom. I followed her into the bathroom, and saw her sitting on the commode, peeing. I smiled, and waited for her to finish, then she flushed and got into the tub for her shower. I went potty, then I stood in front of the mirror and shaved, waiting for her to finish. This actually had become our normal morning routine. Nothing unusual, except for last night she slept with me, with my permission. Actually, she earned it, so we both were happy.

Breakfast was the usual fare, and then, we parted ways for the day. It was a good day, things went smoothly, and after my Tuesday night workout at the gym, I arrived home to find Cindy having dinner ready. She was all smiles, as I ate, and I sensed something was up. I was right, as after she was finished with the dishes, she came into the living room, and sat next to me, grinning from ear to ear. I chuckled, asking "What did you get on your homework?"

She reached over and pulled out a textbook, and showed me her English Composition assignment, with a big red 'A' marked at the top. I chuckled, saying "Well you're on a good start."

She snuggled up against me, and asked "Josh?"

Uh-oh, there's more. I laid my arm across the back of her shoulders, and asked somewhat hesitantly, "Yes Cindy."

She stumbled with what she was saying, as she spoke "Um, can we, like, well, up the stakes?"

I was a bit puzzled, as I asked "What you mean?"

"Well, for every 'A', can I perform a sex act with you?"

I snorted, bringing my left hand to my face, and burying my face into it. I really didn't know what to say. Well, I started with "Now Cindy."

She got a bit defensive, saying "Now don't be like that. I'm enjoying working for it, and I want bigger rewards."

I smiled, one of those bigger rewards is in my pants, straining to get out. "What type of rewards are we talking here, girl?"

She placed her hand on the growing tent in my sweats, and said as a matter of factly, "I want to make you cum, and you make me cum."

"No intercourse!" I stated, making her frown. I quickly explained, "You're not on the pill."

She then smiled, and said "We'll wait to do that when we get married." Careful big guy. I thought about that statement. If I say we'll never get married, I'll do more than hurt her feelings. If I give in, she'll be dragging my ass to the church this weekend. Of course, not saying a word doesn't help, as she asked "Will you marry me? Eventually?"

I smiled, hugged her tight, and replied "Eventually, maybe."

Not the answer she was looking for, as she exhaled hard, and said "You know, you can be a real asshole."

"Part of being a man." I replied, adding "Get use to it. And besides, if I was an asshole, I would have nailed your pretty white ass the first night, got tired of you quickly and thrown your ass out onto the street."

A little harsh, perhaps. But she understood the situation after that comment. "How can I convince you to marry me?"

I smiled, kissed her forehead, and replied "Lots of work."

She rolled her eyes skyward, and quipped "Sometimes I wonder if you're worth the work."

I laughed, and she did to, as I hugged her, and she me. We went back to watching the television, and nothing more was said, until she brought the subject up again. "So, what is an 'A' worth?"

I snorted, "Only one isn't worth much, you need to accumulate them."

With defiance in her voice, she objected with "Josh! That ain't fair!"

I laughed, and she got madder, but she smiled when I said "Ten 'A's, and I'll treat you to some fun in bed."

"Ten?! Five!"

"Eight."

"Five!" she repeated.

She's getting a bit firmer, let's increase the stakes. "Seven, and if you have all your grades at a B or better, I'll take you on a vacation at spring break?"

She glowed, asking excitedly "Where to?"

I shrugged, "Anywhere in the United States."

"Deal!" she stated happily, as she kissed my cheek. Well now, aren't we happy campers now. I guess she told Sue the next night at her church meeting, for Craig told me about it the next day. I just smiled, and we both laughed over it. Naturally this had me somewhat concerned, as I had to talk to her about telling others about what we do. By weeks end, she had her seven A's. So Friday night, (football season was now long over), we ate, and after she finished her chores, she came into the living room, all smiles, and not saying a word. She didn't need to, that smile was saying it all! I chuckled, stood, and took her by the hand and led her upstairs. Once in our room, we hugged, and then I helped her out of her clothes. I quickly was out of mine, and we laid down on the bed. My cock was rock hard, and she was eying it, and so, for our first act, I climbed over her, my face in her crotch, and my heavy log hanging in her face. I pulled her knees back towards her and out, as I ran my tongue along her blonde haired slit.

Her first moan, as she took my nine-inch tool and pulled the head between her lips. Oh yeah, not experienced, but full of energy, as her tongue swirled around the shaft, her hand jerking my meat, as I snacked on her tasty cunt. And with a pair of fingers inside her vise-like cunt, her orgasm came quickly, as she stiffened and cried a muffled cry with her cock-filled mouth. I do have to admit, she sure is tasty. I hadn't eaten a finer pussy in a while, as I rose up, causing her to loose my meat out of her mouth. She rolled onto her side, and re-inhaled my pecker, as I reached down and grabbed some of her tit. First time I really massaged those pups of hers, and I smiled, admiring the texture. And my balls were tightening up as I did, signaling that soon Cindy was going to get a mouthful of cum. It was a sight, her pretty white face as I groaned, my black cock between her lips, watching her pink tinged throat bulge out instinctively as I flooded her mouth.

Damn, hell of a blowjob, that's for sure. I settled back against the wall, and she crawled up onto my lap, where we then kissed, as I played with her pale breasts. She giggled, saying "Thanks Josh."

I had to chuckle, as I reputed her "Thank you, Cindy."

She then boastfully announced "That was my first blowjob, ever!"

I acted surprised, "Really? Well you did a fine job there, girl."

She then added "That was also the first time a man made me cum."

I smiled, "Did it feel good?"

She shook her head yes, her hand falling on my log, stroking it lovingly, saying "Yes, it was very good." Then she sighed, "I'm looking forward to the day you put it in me."

So was I, but I wasn't about to admit it to her, not yet anyway. I started moving my body to get under the covers, saying "Come on, let's get some sleep."

She protested "Can't we do it again?"

I chuckled, playfully grabbing her breasts as she rolled away from me, and said "You'll need seven more A's.!"

She quickly shot back "Four, I had ten this week, remember?"

"Yes, I remember." I said with a laugh. How could I not remember? She's been posting her scores on the refrigerator. I wasn't thinking, again, when I suggested "Maybe you should accumulate them, so we can do it longer next time."

As if it dawned on her, she said "Yeah, that would be fun."

I laughed, saying "Good night, Cindy."

Well, she did just that for the following week, as she got seven more A's. That Saturday night, I fingered her to one orgasm, and after she sucked me dry, I ate her to her second. And of course, I was thinking, I could get use to this. It had become rather enjoyable getting my rocks off, and it felt better and less tension was involved in going to bed, now that my cock knew on the weekend it was going to get some relief. Of course, Thanksgiving week came. And things changed.

All during the previous months since she moved in, she had been working on improving her relationship with her mother. For the whole week of Thanksgiving, her family was going home to Alabama. But a problem had arisen. Her brother Jason has basketball, and didn't want to miss out, and Melanie had volleyball. So, relunticly, I agreed to the two of them to stay with us. In hindsight, it was a miracle. I made Cindy behave the whole week, with a promise of an extra orgasm in store once our guests were gone. And on the Sunday after Thanksgiving, we were waiting for her parents and siblings to return from the long drive. Now, I really did enjoy Jason being around, we played catch, and I went to his Freshman basketball game and cheered him on. And Cindy enjoyed being with Melanie. Actually, both were well behaved while staying with us, as this was the first time that any of Cindy's siblings spent more than maybe a few hours in my house.

But, life can be cruel. I was working on a leaking pipe in the basement, just got it done, and Jason was helping. Well, more like watching. Cindy and Melanie were making supper upstairs, as Cindy said she was going to make enough for her whole family, what with them driving close to eighteen hours from Alabama. Jim had called from northern Alabama sometime around six this morning, as they had left early. They actually were about an hour late, but I thought nothing of it. I was closing up my toll box, when I heard the doorbell. I smiled, thinking it was her folks. Now I've never had a problem with Jim, and lately, even Lillie was warming up to me. She was even treating her oldest much better.

I heard Cindy walk to the door, open it, and her asking "May I help you?"

Some talking from a visitor, too low for me to make out, as I headed up the stairs. Then, the loud wail. A wail of sorrow, as I ran up the stairs, and saw a policeman, and Reverend Jacobs from our church. This isn't good. Cindy was on the chair by the door, sobbing in her hands, and Melanie had just came out of the kitchen, wondering what had happened. I felt queasy, my legs weakened, as I asked "What happened."

The officer, a state trooper, explained, "Her family was in an accident. Mister News, three of the children were killed, Mrs. News is in surgery." Melanie started bawling, as did Jason.

"There were four children." I stated. Yeah, great start to the holiday season.

Rev Jacobs stated, "The baby survived, not a scratch."

The officer said "Sir, can I speak outside with you, please?"

I moved past Cindy, touching her shoulder for a second, then I followed him out the door. Sue was out there, as was Carlie, I motioned them to come over, and after telling them, they rushed inside to comfort the survivors. Well, I was needed to identify the dead. Talk about a painful process. On the way to the hospital, he told me what had happened. It seems at a red-light, Jim pulled out in front of a semi, and got creamed. It took forty minutes to do the deed, and then go up to surgery to wait. It wasn't a good wait. Susan brought Cindy over, and I held her as she cried.

Lillie was taken to ICU, and we went inside. Not a pretty sight. The doctor came and talked to us, and it got even worse. Cindy was in no shape to handle this, as I talked to the funeral director as I made the arrangements for her dad and brother and sisters. I also made arrangements for Lillie, who I suspected wasn't going to make it. And, at about four in the morning, with Cindy and I there, she was gone.

Small city, news travels fast. Ron was waiting for me at home. He already got a court order giving Cindy temporary guardianship of her siblings. Thankfully, she is over eighteen. You think of the funnies things when tragedy strikes. Like, I guess I won't be working the rest of the week. Heck, I didn't even get to bed until late Monday night. Susan and Carlie went into the News home and brought over a crib for Hannah. They also fetched the clothes for Jason and Melanie. And when I got to bed, I had a crying Cindy, curled up against me.

We buried her clan on Wednesday, and she insisted to having the funeral at the Methodist church. Talk about stepping on some toes, but more on that in a bit. I was amazed at the turnout. Ron had pretty much half the factory there, and most of the kids classmates, and the flowers, totally unbelievable. Also, by Wednesday‘s funeral, I had the ball rolling. I had already looked up what insurance policies that Lillie and Jim had, and had already started getting their house ready to be sold for estate purposes. Plus, there was the added issue of social security for minors. So, I was doing a lot of running the days before and after the funeral. We also had full guardianship awarded to Cindy. That's when the fun began.

It was a somber affair when I loaded up my now larger household and drove them to church the following Sunday. And after services, people were still coming up to Cindy, offering their condolences. I took the following week off, as something else had arisen. Now, here I am, less than a year before, I was widowed. Not wanting a spouse, nor a family. So now, not only do I have a very compassionate young lady living with me, wanting so much to be my wife, and thanks to one wrong move, I now have three of her siblings, a fourteen year old boy, a twelve year old girl, and a toddler. And, I come to find there are people out there that are so filled with hatred towards others of color, that they'll go to great lengths to cause problems.

Monday morning we went to the judge, and we were granted joint guardianship of the three surviving minors. I sent the kids to classes on Tuesday, and that's when I got the phone call. Cindy's uncle had filed for guardianship in Alabama. Same uncle that had raped her not three years before. I called Ron, and him and I went to see our lawyer. Then, some more disturbing news. The minister of Cindy's former church, has been bad mouthing the court and their decision. It seems a member of Rev Chisum's congregation told Ron about this past Sunday's sermon by the good Rev Chisum. Something about keeping the races separate and such. I won't bore you with details on that, but anyway, the Reverend had the uncle come to town, and they were trying to fight the court order. Cindy was furious.

A special court date was set, for Friday. Now, to make a long story short.....three thousand people were at the courthouse that Friday morning, and I would have to say about ninety-nine percent were on my side. Naturally, testimony was presented, and our lawyer brought forth thirty people in my favor. The good Reverend Chisum, he didn't have a lawyer, and the kids uncle, were the only two against us. A bit unbalanced? Hell yeah! We of course won. The Reverend left town a week later, as half his congregation quit his church, including one of our employees and his family. So, that was just a little side note to the whole affair.

Life goes on.

But not all is well.

The settlement of the estate. That went well. I was happily surprised that the life insurance policy that Jim had totaled close to a million, and he had one on Lillie for half that. The sale of the house and belongings, all in auction, netted another three-hundred grand. Then, social security for minor children. Three hundred sixty-eight dollars per kid, per month. Of course, I set it all up in a trust fund, save for Cindy's share, which I put into her savings account, about five hundred grand after medical and funeral bills were taken out. Nice chunk of change. I had decided she was going to need it.

It's almost Christmas. Cindy is in the dumps. Of course, the holiday season is not a good time to have half your family get wiped out all at once. A week before Christmas, Ron came up to me at work. Cindy's grades have tumbled. Of course, I wasn't about to stop letting her sleep with me, even though we hadn't done anything sexual the whole time, save for some kissing and caressing. He had a suggestion, one that I had already thought about and had been kicking around. Of course, he added to it. A change of scenery was suggested for the holiday. Christmas was during the week. The kids had that whole week off, as well as the following week with New Years. On the Thursday before the break, I came home from work, and as I sat at the dinner table, I announced to Cindy "Tonight, get yours and theirs bags packed." She looked at me, all strange like, as if her world had been dealt another blow. I smiled, "We're going to Florida for two weeks. To Orlando."

She smiled, and Melanie and Jason yelped for joy, as Melanie asked "All of us?"

I replied "Yes, all of us. I surely can't leave you all behind, now can I."

"But what about Christmas?" asked Cindy.

"This will be our family Christmas present, okay?" I replied, not telling her the whole story.

With that, as soon as her and Melanie had things cleaned up, she was busy packing. The last day at work dragged. Then, we got up early on Saturday, went and picked up Ron, then we drove the two hours to the airport. Well, none of them had flown before, so this was an experience as well. Ron and I were amazed at how well they all cheered up, especially when we arrived at the magic kingdom, and settled into our three-room suite, complete with a Christmas tree. We spent three days at the park, and then came Christmas. Christmas Eve, Ron and I went into Orlando, and quickly bought some gifts while the kids were in the pool. And Christmas Eve, Melanie, Hannah and Jason woke to find each had three presents under the tree. The two older kids ripped open the wrappings, and were all smiles as they showed off their new stuff. Each of the older two got a small cd-player, as well as a boombox and a souvenir Florida shirt, while Hannah got toys.

I was sitting with Cindy, my arm around her, and she was smiling, while wiping away a tear. Jason looked up, and asked "Didn't you get anything Sis?"

She frowned, and I said "Oh, I almost forgot." I turned and leaned over the end of the couch, and lifted up a box, saying "Santa didn't put this under the tree."

It was about three inches square, and she unwrapped it, to find a small box. She was puzzled, as she opened it up, and her eyes got big and her mouth fell open wide, as she went "Oh my."

Melanie came over to her other side, and said "Wow, that ring has a big diamond."

Jason stated "Cool, what's it for?"

I smirked, and Ron chuckled, as I said "Oh yeah, one more thing, here." I handed her a gift card, for a jeweler back in our hometown, and I went on to say "You can use this to get the wedding bands that you want to match with it."

Damn, she started crying again, as she wrapped her arms around me and sobbed away. Jason asked "Does this mean she's going to marry you?"

I shrugged my shoulders, saying "Not sure."

She stammered out "Heck yes." Then she straightened up, and as she sniffled, she asked "When?"

I shrugged, "Weekend beginning of spring break? Will that give you time to plan your wedding?"

She smiled, and said in between sobs, "Yes."

So it began. Our vacation was great, and once back home, things got a lot better. I do believe that her keeping busy planning this wedding had a lot to do with it. Of course, Susan and Carlie were helping as well. And my former sister-in-law, she ended up being a great help, as were her kids. Ron made sure that Rachel, his surviving daughter, had the kids over the first weekend we were back. Rachel has two girls and three boys, with the oldest boy being Jason's age, and the oldest girl being Melanie’s age. And since they all go to the same school, it was the start of a good friendship. Jason and Bobby, Rachel's son, ended up playing baseball together that spring for their high school team.

And, getting them to bond as a family, was a good idea for when the wedding took place. I was going to take them all on the honeymoon, but Susan and Rachel would have none of that. Rachel invited Jason and Melanie to join her family for a trip to Florida. Susan offered to take Hannah off our hands, although by this time, Cindy had gotten a motherly attachment to her youngest sibling. The wedding came, and there wasn't a dry eye in the Methodist church. And the church was packed! It was an open invitation wedding to all that wanted to attend. And afterwards, I had rented the adjoining church hall for a light reception with just punch and cake.

She looked beautiful in that dress, and she should, considering it cost me seventeen-hundred dollars. Jason escorted her down the aisle, after Melanie, the only bridesmaid and maid-of-honor, had walked down before them. Ron was my best man, and the old goat was sobbing. It was a good thing that the wedding was at eleven in the morning, for the reception lasted a lot longer than we had intended. Hundreds of people came and offered their congratulations, as we stood by the cake and punch. We finally got out of there at four in the afternoon, and they were all out there, waving good-bye as we drove off in my BMW towards the airport. She hadn't a clue on where we were going, and she never changed out of her wedding dress, causing smiles at both our airport, and at Chicago O’Hare where we changed planes. Her eyes bugged out when she saw where we were going, Cancun.

It was late when our 757 landed at Cancun. And then the hour it took to get our bags, and the shuttle bus ride to the resort. We checked in, still with me in a tux, and her in her dress. Our bags were taken to our suite, as I took care of the arrangements. Then, off to our suite. Entering it, the bellboy was just leaving, as I handed him a ten. He grinned, as he went out the door. Cindy had that tired smile on her face. Today was an emotional day for the young lady, as I went to the wine cart, and opened the bottle. I poured two glasses, as she came up beside me. She took one, and took a sip, and swallowed. I smiled, and leaned down and kissed her lips. Wit her glass in her hand, I reached behind her and undid the clasp for her wedding gown, and took her skirt of, leaving her in her bodice and white nylons. I smiled, when I saw she had no panties. She giggled, when she realized what I was seeing, saying "They would have just gotten in the way."

I grinned, as I took off my coat, and undid the bowtie. She used one hand to undo my belt, and then pull my zipper down. Another drink by both of us, and we set our glasses down, as I guided her backwards to the bed. She sat down, and I was on my knees, soon burying my face into her shaved twat. She sighed as my tongue went along the top of her slit, and she lifted up her legs, placing her high heels into the small of my back. I slid a finger into her warm cunt, wiggling it as I started flicking her clit with my tongue. She muttered out "Oh god!" and then, the scream. I've gotten her off plenty of times over the past months, but this was really intense, as her hips rose, then slammed down hard onto the couch mattress. Her whole body was convulsing, as I rose up, and pushed my slacks off. My thick, long black cock was waving in the air, stiff and aiming for her hot teen body.

She smiled at me, then looked at my prick, somewhat nervously. I knew why the look, as I got onto my knees between her pale, white thighs. I grabbed my cock, and rubbed the head along her wet slit. She was watching, mesmerized, as I eased into her warm and very tight fuck hole. We both moaned, me enjoying the feeling of her soft cunt, and she enjoying the feeling of her vaginal walls stretching out to take my log. I reached for her shoulders, and pulled her part way up. She took the hint, as she put her hands behind my neck, as I reached behind her and unzipped her top, and I brought my hands around to pull the front down, to expose her full, white breasts. I was only a few inches in, as I pulled her to me, our lips meeting, before I eased her down onto her back. She had an amazed look on her face, as I pushed another three inches inside her.

I said "Well, are you ready for this?" She smiled, and nodded her head yes. "You think we can make a baby the first shot?"

She looked surprised at my statement, as she stuttered out "You, uh, you won't mind?"

I snorted, "I've been keeping track, just like you have. You'll probably be ovulating within the next day or so."

She got a scared look on her face, and asked "You're not mad, then?"

Chuckling, as I squeezed her melons with my dark hands, and said "No, but you should know better than to hide things from me, alright?" She smiled. A tired smile. The wedding, the trip, and the orgasm looked like it had taken it's toll on her, as I lowered my face to her breasts, and as I started feeding her cunt more of my cock, I said "We'll talk more as the week goes by, okay?"

She croaked out an "Okay!" as her body shuddered. Damn, another orgasm, and I really hadn't started pumping her yet. I smiled. I was feeling damn fine, my dark cock stuck inside her pinkish white pussy, and as I slipped the rest of my shaft into her, she groaned loudly, but the smile never left her face. I only pumped for a few minutes, her hips meeting my thrusts, before it was all too much for me, as I grunted, and filled her fertile womb with a heavy load. I pulled her body up to mine, and we kissed, before I laid us both down on our sides, her leg over my hip, as I felt my throbbing cock still inside of her, her tight cunt not giving it up so easily.

I guess I was just as exhausted as she, for we were quickly in dreamland. Next morning, I was awake before her, as I climbed out of bed, pulled on some shorts, and went to find breakfast. I didn't want to wake my bride, as I went to the restaurant, and ordered for both of us, having it delivered when it was ready. I got to our suite. Entering, I went to the bedroom door and looked in on her. She was laying on her belly, sprawled out, the covers down below her shapely round ass. I admired the curve of her body, as the lines went down from her bare derriere, up the length of her smooth, broad back, and rising to the back of her shoulders just slightly.

I walked over to the bed, and leaned over her, and kissed the nape of her neck. She moaned, and I saw a smile come to her face. I started kissing her back, with soft wet kisses, and she giggled. My hand went down between her legs, and I felt her puffy pussy lips, and she spread her legs out wide. I chuckled, saying "We've breakfast arriving soon, or I would take continue with this."

She protested, as she bucked her hips, and said "Fuck breakfast! And fuck me!"

I laughed, removing my hand from her snatch, causing her to whimper, as I said "Come on, get a shower. Then we'll have sex all damn day if you want, after we have breakfast."

She rolled over, her naked front in full view, as she stretched her arms above her head, causing her firm breasts to flatten out somewhat, capped by her thick, elongated pink nipples, as she said pouting "Promise?"

I laughed, "Promise." I replied, as I went to the bathroom, a smile on my face. As I stood in front of the toilet, getting ready to pee, she came bouncing into the bathroom and up behind me. I was trying to shake a good pee out, as she reached around me from behind, her hands caressing my black skin. I chuckled, saying "Cindy, you're not helping me here." She chuckled, as her hands went down to my shaft, behind my hand, grabbing me firmly. I laughed, "And that isn't helping either." I heard the knock on the door, and she jumped, damn near ripping my member off. I said "Shit!" Then with my free hand, I reached over to the door, moved it, grabbed her robe, and said "Put this on and get our breakfast."

Giggling wildly, she pulled it on as she walked out of the bathroom, closing the door as she left. I just shook my head, wondering how long my body will be able to handle this young thing. I closed my eyes, relaxed, and finally let loose with a torrent of piss. God, what a relief! Once done, I pushed my shorts off, and tossed them in the corner of the bedroom as I entered it, in search of my bride. Not to mention something to eat. In the main room, there she was, now sans robe, smiling as she was sitting next to the breakfast cart, naked as the day she was born.

I laughed as I walked over, my hanging cock starting to rise at the sight of her beautiful naked body, as I said "I sure hope you waited until the room porter left before dishing the robe, dear."

With a sly grin, she said "Yes, I did, but it was difficult."

I sat next to her, and leaned and kissed her lips, before starting to eat. I was extremely hungry as I chowed down. Lots of scrambled eggs, pancakes, with fruit topping, sausage, bacon, damn! What a spread! She must have been as hungry as I, for she didn't talk either. And once we were done she pulled on her robe, and moved the cart to outside the door. Then after closing the door, she turned towards me, dropped her robe, and walked to where I sat. Oh yeah, what a view. Lots of soft curves, and tits to die for! A step away, she got onto her knees and edged between my knees. And soon I was greeted with the feeling of a wonderfully wet blowjob. As I ran my fingers through her hair, as she bobbed and weaved her head as she sucked, I just smiled, thinking that it looks like we'll be using room service a lot this week. And to think I thought we might go see the sights of the area.

And after I groaned and blasted a load down her throat, she continued to suck my rod, doing a great job of keeping me hard. Ten minutes of sucking, and she rose to her feet, climbed onto my lap, closed her eyes as she held onto my black shaft, guiding it to her fuck hole and sliding her pale, white cunt down the length. Ah yes, paradise. No talking, just her using my cock for her own pleasure, as I played with her breasts, lightly pulling and pinching her stiff, hard nipples, occasionally sucking one between my lips, and giving it a good suck, making her moan with lust.

She came hard, after about an hour of riding my cock. Her body collapsed foreword, and I wrapped my arms about her, reached down, and massaged her fine ass. Yeah, I guess I can get use to this, that was what was running through my mind as I kneaded those round cheeks, making her hips buck, her cunt still trying to choke a load out of my cock. She murmured something. Not sure what, about making a baby? I just smiled, as my cock throbbed, the head of which was most definitely resting inside her womb, ready to bathe that egg and fertilize it with gobs of cum.

She placed her hands on my shoulders, and pushed her torso away from me. I put my hands on the sides of her face, and pulled her face to mine, where we kissed. After the kiss, as I felt our cum draining from her well-fucked cunt drip onto my heavy balls, I saw a tear in her eye. I smiled, and brushed it off her face, as I asked "Why the tear?"

She sighed, and looked upwards, saying "I hope I'll be a good mommy."

I laughed hard, and she looked at me, a puzzled look on her face, as I calmed down, and said "Don't worry, you're going to be a full time mommy."

As I stood, with her still impaled on my cock, she asked "What you mean?"

I walked towards the bedroom, saying, "Well, not like you'll have time to work, what with Melanie, Jason, and Hannah to finish raising. So you might as well have a few of your own."

She giggled, as she squeezed me tight, just as I lowered our bodies onto the bed. She moaned as I pulled my ebony shaft from her hole, and started kissing her pale, white skin. I worked down from her face, covering her sumptuous breasts with warm kisses, sucking her nipples, which were standing out hard and pronounced. And once at her messy, cum filled cunt, I swirled my tongue at her entrance, making her moan some more, as her hips bucked slightly. I gently eased three fingers into her tight, steamy twat, as I danced my tongue on her clit. A long, deep sigh came from her lips, just the response I was hunting for. And ten minutes of attacking her clit, she wailed loudly, as her body stiffened, the walls of her vagina constricting on my fingers, forcing more of our cum out of her hole.

I then went and feasted on our cream, savoring it as I licked her slit, clit and hole. And when I tongued her ass, she exploded once more, just as loud as before, as her body quaked and rocked. I was satisfied with my work, as I crawled up along side her body, and cupped her left large breast. My thumb was stroking her nipple, as she was recovering from two hard cums that had occurred so close together. Using my legs, I moved her left leg up, and soon my cock was inside her body, feeling her warm pussy once more. She sighed, eyes closed, and a smile on her face. I kissed her cheek, and we drifted off to sleep, as my fat, black cock throbbed inside of her wonderful body.

I woke to her hunched over my groin, her red lips sliding up and down my ebony shaft. I smiled, as I ran my hand through her hair. She then stopped sucking, and while holding my cock at it's base, she straddled my body and sank that tight cunt of hers down my shaft. She was smiling down at me, as I balled her tits, and said "Hey baby, last one for a few hours.

I could feel a slight pain in my balls, as she asked "Why?"

Laughing, I said "Because you've about killed me already. I got to give my balls some time to produce some more good sperm cells so I can knock up that tight ass of yours."

She giggled, and leaned down and we kissed, as I moved my hands to her ass, clutching those cheeks of hers, and guiding her to a slower rhythm. It was a good ride, long, but very good, when I finally groaned and emptied deep inside her womb. We did rest the remainder of the day. Ate, sipped some more wine, slept in each others arms for the night, and then after breakfast, we had some more sex, on the suite's patio, which was screened from view from unwanted eyes. I took her doggie-style there, on the lounge chair, pounding her luscious pussy for a solid hour. Her cums were many, and I was one satisfied stud when I felt my nut sack finally tighten up, filling her up once again.

As we laid there in the sun, we cuddled up, and I played with her body, using mouth and fingers to get her rocks off repeatedly. We never did leave the suite the whole week, with us enjoying sex to the fullest. And, we were quite successful in the baby making, as two weeks later, she missed her period. Now, as her belly grows with child, and her breasts fill with milk, I'm looking forward to our first born, not to mention putting baby number two inside of her in the not too distant future.

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