Bringing Up Daughters Part II 

By LuvsItWet

Copyright @ 2009


Chapter 21


My boss, CWO Sean Hannigan, and I were walking up from the beach to the picnic area when we were met by my recently deflowered fifteen year old sister-in-law Jill and her thirteen year old dreamboat of a best friend Rene.

I was just about to introduce them to Sean when the young blond beat me to it.

"Jill, I want you to meet my uncle Sean." Rene said as we met just where the sand turned to grass. "And I think you know this pervert." She added with a big grin and wink at me.

"Oh, yes. I know him." Jill said as she moved into my arms and gave me a wet tongue kiss. Our first.

"Please, don't touch my ass, Tim. I'm sooo sore." She whispered in my ear.

Jill didn't wait for my response but turned to give Sean a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Glad to meet you. Rene has told me a lot about you."

I was surprised to learn that my boss was Rhonda's older brother. Small world. The crack he had made about the scratches on his back said volumes about their family relationship.

"You won't believe this but he eats pussy better than mom does." Rene commented aside to Jill as she pulled her away to go on down to the beach.

It wasn't an idle comment the old Warrant had made a few minutes earlier about the ravishing thirteen year old being "eating stuff". He apparently spoke with experienced authority.

I glanced at the departing pair of teens to see playing card sized bruises on each of Jill's butt cheeks and a strip of raw flesh down her lower back where the skin had been worn off from being on her back so much in the past couple of days. Tony had really worked that girl over in the time since he had busted her cherry on the dance floor Friday night.

"Damn, that man gets a lot of good pussy." Was the only comment the older sailor made as we continued up the lawn toward the mini-orgy I'd left a half hour or so earlier.

Nick was the only person at the tables when we got back up there. He was lying on his back on the same table that Sandy and Rhonda were being pounded into when I left. From the looks of his limp, wet cock and the drying glaze on his face, I assumed that he had filled in for the hubbies that were missing.

Nick said that after the little fuck-fest, the women had all went up to the house to freshen up and the guys were going to try to rustle up a touch football game before lunch.

"Or get some more white pussy" I thought to myself as we left Nick to his nap.

Sean explained to me on our walk up to the main house that his wife, Darlene, had been instrumental in introducing Rhonda to sex with black men when she and Nick first got stationed on Oahu about five years earlier. The Hannigans had already been into it for years and had joined our club not long after Pat was born.

The lanai of the main house was more like a flag stoned football field. Walled down both sides for privacy and as a windbreak. A low wall ran along the side facing the Pacific to allow a breath taking view. Glass topped tables with umbrellas and white wicker chairs were scattered along the walls. Matching cushioned wicker lounges were conveniently arranged around the large pool in the center.

Thirty or forty people were grouped in various combinations around the pool and in the shade at the back of the house. The bartender from the club had set up a bar in the corner and was doing a brisk business. I detected the distinct aroma of Mary Jane wafting over the crowd. This party was starting to liven up.

"Tim, there's someone I want you to meet." Sean was saying as he guided me towards a table in the shade with about a half dozen people seated around.

"Senator, this is Tim Martin. He's the young man Nick and I were telling you about."

"Tim, this is Senator Huntington. He's our very good friend from the mainland."

The grey haired gentleman who I had seen on the evening news dozens of times, stood and shook my hand. He was actually taller than I would have imagined. Friendly and in his sixties, I guessed. I had never seen him in less than a business suit. His birthday suit was dark tan. All over.

"Glad to meet you, son. I've heard good things about you." He said.

"And this is my wife, Aria." He said motioning to a stunning brunette in nothing but a wide brimmed straw hat. She looked to be in her late twenties and was obviously very well taken care of.

"And this is our friend Ngomo Indidi. He's from Zaire and is staying with us while he finishes medical school." The black man sitting next to the senator's wife was so black it was difficult to make out his facial features because there was no shadows on him. As he shifted his weight to stand, the glass top of the table didn't conceal that he took his hand from between the lady's legs to do so. She spread reluctantly to allow him to shake my hand and stayed that way until his hand was comfortably returned to her hairless crotch.

There were several unusual things about the black man but what immediately caught the eye was the amount of gold jewelry. Several gold chains with heavy gold medalions. Gold rings on nearly every finger. A massive gold Rolex. A gold ear ring. And at least two gold teeth in his easy smile.

"We just met your wife, Tim. Very attractive lady. I'm looking forward to knowing you both better very soon." The tall African said in a way that told me he was used to getting anything, or anyone, he wanted.

Ngomo spoke with a heavy British accent indicating his schooling there or at least the influence of a very British tutor.

Another thing I noticed in the seconds he was standing to shake my hand was the odd row of large, permenantly raised welts running down his lower abdomen. Horizontally about an inch long, starting just below his navel, spaced about a half inch apart running ladder-like all the way to the end of the very prominent foreskin of his large and partially erect penis.

"And this is my first wife's son, Yasir. She's around here somewhere. I'm sure you'll meet her later." The senator gestured to a dark skinned young man in his late teens sitting next to Ngomo.

Just as I shook Yasir's hand, we were joined by a giggling gaggle of girls. Led by Rhonda and my favorite leprachaun. They were already high. I was quickly introduced to Darlene, a plump but attractive fair skinned blond. She was carrying what I guessed to be Pat's little one and leading two more dusky skinned children, about three and six. I learned later that the six year old girl was indeed Darlene's youngest child but was surprised that the three year old boy was Pat's oldest, conceived when the girl was only twelve.

After all the introductions were made and Sandy quit drooling over Ngomo, we all migrated toward the bar and then to a table in the shade. Somewhere along the way, several neatly rolled joints appeared on our table and the new friends started getting much friendlier.

All the kids eventually came up from the beach for food and refreshments. The half dozen or so teen-aged girls were all getting the once over from the several men lounging about. Obscene comments were common and well received. By both sexes.

I noticed Pat discretely shotgunning both Pammy and Tammy several times so I knew that even the younger set was probably drifting along on a drug induced cloud. I caught her eye and gave her a silent nod of approval. She immediately fired up a pair of fresh joints and passed them to my two stoned little red heads. Discretion be damned. I liked that girl more as the day went on. I think I mentioned to Sean that I would like to fuck his daughter sometime. He just hic-cupped and told me to get in line. He was getting slowly wasted.

Tony and Jill were oblivious to everything but each other for most of the afternoon. The big black Marine was lying back on a chase lunge with the little redhead straddled his lap. Just rocking back and forth. I knew that black cock had to be nearly up somewhere behind her little belly button. Tony had probably given her some more of his magic pills for her to be able to take him all the way like that. I knew the feeling. Every once in a while Rene, who had stayed in close attendance to the mating pair, would give them a drink or a toke. I know I saw him come in his new conquest at least twice and they never disconnected. If that girl wasn't pregnant already, she sure would be soon enough.

About six in the afternoon, the beach and lanai party started to wind down and move indoors. Sandy found me and pulled me inside the house and down a long hall to the first open bedroom. Closing the door and laying back on the bed, she spread her legs and invited me in between.

"I just had to have him, baby. I hope you're not mad that you didn't get to watch." She was leaking a long pearl of fresh semen down into the crack of her ass. I couldn't let it soil the expensive bedspread. I had no doubt who she had been with, just didn't know how she had pulled it off without me noticing. I didn't ask how those welts on his black cock felt inside her.

"I thought Reggie and Tony were good lovers..." My little redheaded hot ass said as she was cooling down from a major cum. "... but he's magnificent. He's the one. If you don't let him knock me up, Tim, I'll never speak to you again."

"Damn." I thought to myself. "He must have really rang her bell." I felt sorry for myself for missing such a good show.

"We'll talk about it when you're not so fucked and fucked up." I got another giggle out of her with that snappy comeback. And that squeezed another huge dollop of semen out of her that had to be dealt with. I loved those viscous cycles.

"How did you get him away from the Senator's wife?" Aria had been latched onto the big African like a leech all afternoon.

"I didn't. He fucked us both. Together. I tell you, he's an animal."

He certainly had a fan in my hot little wife. I suspected that she would be seeing more of him soon.

"Oh, and something else honey. Darlene asked me if it would be alright with us if Pammy spent a couple of nights here with the Senator. He likes young girls and his wife is kind of busy with Ngomo. The old gentleman would really like to have our little redhead."

I remembered the scene from outside a while earlier. My boss's wife with her granddaughter on her lap. The dark skinned six year old cutey with the curly blondish hair tugging at her arm for attention.

"Why doesn't she just give him her little girl?" I asked.

"I asked the same thing. She says the little one can't quite take a full grown man yet. And the Senator gets pretty rough sometimes. She doesn't want her hurt."

I immediately thought of my bout with Tammy the previous afternoon. Viola!

"I have a better idea, sweetheart. Let's set him up with Tammy. If she doesn't kill him, they'll get along fine."

Sandy looked at me like I had just discovered sliced bread.

"Great idea, hon. Besides, I think Pammy has her eye set on Yasir. He's fucked her once already. We could leave them both here for a couple of days. Like a little vacation for them. I'll go find Darlene. You have a little chat with the Senator about what our girls like to do. Tell him not to leave any marks on Tammy that will show when she's dressed. School starts in a couple of weeks and I don't want any problems. And no black men are allowed to fuck her her until I say it's OK. OK?"

The Senator was thrilled and wasted no time leading a very docile Tammy away to one of the bedrooms for some private time with our little soon-to-be ten year old red headed moppet. As they disappeared down the long hallway hand in hand, the old gentleman was slowly stroking his very sizeable erection. I had the feeling that Tammy would probably get the treatment she had grown to need to feel fulfilled.

Sometime later an eager little Pammy was led away by Yasir and a much older, balding and very fit black man. A few minutes later Pat, with a handfull of joints, asked me if I had seen the trio and where they had went. She explained that the older man was her current lover and that he had wanted to watch her eat my oldest girls pussy before he fucked them both. Yasir was just going to have to take sloppy seconds with Pammy later. I didn't tell her that she was going to get sloppy seconds, too. I tried to get her to stay with me but she wandered off, knocking on doors. Damn, I was liking that girl more and more.

I drifted back outside and snagged a cold beer from the now unattended bar. Nick waved me over to a table where he and Sean were sitting with a couple of the white husbands that I had seen around but didn't know well. I recognized the older of the two as a doctor at the hospital but our paths hadn't crossed much. The other one was familiar only from the club. I knew they each had an attractive wife that liked sex with black men.

"Tim, this is Blake Merrill." Nick said, gesturing toward the doctor. "And Randy Orwell here is our money manager. They are working with the Senator on a very important project that we think you can play a big part in. Tell him, Blake."

Before Blake could open his mouth, Nick held up his hand. "Wait. Before we start... we all want to thank you and Sandy for letting the Senator have Tammy for a couple of days. You've made an old man very happy. We like working with a happy Senator." There were general nods and murmers of approval all around.

Blake and the group went on to tell me over the next half hour, about the desire of the Zairean government to establish a research hospital to develope drugs and techniques to combat the continueing threat of tropical diseases. Our government was putting up most of the money and, as an insurance against corruption and political instability in Africa, were looking at creating a second, identical facility in the US. The US lab would crosscheck findings and serve as quality assurance. Our little hospital was in the running because of a small research project that Blake was heading up.

The Senator was the chairman of the committee in charge of the search for a second location.

My part was to locate, purchase and oversee the installation of all the research and test equipment for both sites. Then I would manage the maintenance and updating as long as the contract ran. It would mean a new wing on our growing hospital, separated from our health care function in all respects. It would also mean a lot of travel. And a lot of money. Lots and lots of money.

As we broke up to go inside to join the party, Sean reminded me to see him in the morning.

I think I just nodded. I was in mild shock.

My new job had suddenly escalated astronomically.

Tony was fucking Anne doggie style over the back of a couch, with Jill looking on, when I found them in the den a bit later. "Gotta keep my little mommas happy." He said with a tired smile as he pulled away from her hips to let her youngest daughter into the mess he had just left in her. I hadn't seen Jill eat her mother's pussy before and it was a bone developing sight. On a large ottoman nearby, my little Sandy was in a tight, wet sixty-nine with Rhonda. Two very tired looking studs were lieing on the floor next to them. Their black cocks, flacid and shining with spent cum and cunt juice, leaking the last dribbles of their cum onto the oriental rug.

When she had had enough of our friends flooded cunt, Sandy sent me to find Sammy who had been left in the care of Rene in the game room. I then collected what clothing I could find to make my women decent and herded them toward the car.

The ride back over the Pali that night was quiet.

Anne was tired and her time was comming soon, she was just into her eighth month. She had, however, managed to slip away to one of the many bedrooms with two of the club regulars that had a real thing for pregnant women. And I saw her at one point in the late afternoon give a very public blowjob to a black boy that couldn't have been more than fourteen or fifteen. Then Tony had topped off her day by giving her a nice loving fuck to show her he still cared about her even if he was now trying to impregnate her youngest daughter.

Sammy was sunburned and asleep on the seat next to her grandmother. She was the only family member that didn't get laid that day. Poor baby. I would have to give her some special attention while tucking her in to her little crib when we got home.

To be continued...


