Bringing Up Daughters Part II

By LuvsItWet

Copyright @ 2009
 
Chapter 28
 

Jill had a baby girl in late April that year. Tony was proud as punch. He had successfully bred both the mother and the daughter and they had carried his children to term. Within ten months he had sired two healthy bi-racial babies. Our maternity ward was getting used to seeing him there.

By coincidence, the same little blond was in the emergency room when Sandy and I rushed in after getting the call. Jill had already been taken up to a room for prep but Susan W, who I had learned from Betty was a Navy wife with a husband in the subs, was talking to Tony and Annie. I could tell from her body language that she wouldn't mind giving Tony a little test drive if she got half a chance. Very flirty, even in front of Annie.

Up in the baby viewing area later, Annie showed me a yellow slip of paper with the nurses name, Susan Wells, and a phone number. And scrawled in a feminine hand: "Hubby gone, call me"

Annie was not in the motherhood sweepstakes anymore but she was very much a part of Tony's life. She and Derek had stayed with them while Jill was recovering and it had worked so well, she had given up her little house and moved in with them up on the north side of the island. While in most cases that would have been an invitation to disaster, in their case it worked out fine. Tony had his own little harem of redheads and it didn't even look suspicious.

"Honey, what do you think about getting Sammy started with a little bit of sexy stuff. She's going on three and I think the sooner we introduce her to some fun and games, the sooner she'll be comfortable with the things we like to do." Sandy and I were lounging around the pool. It was a Saturday afternoon and the older girls were off at the beach with Brandon and Louis. Since school had let out that had been a pretty regular thing. The two black high school boys even stayed overnight in the girls rooms once in a while.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, I don't know. Something to just slowly work her up. Pammy and Tammy have worked out so good with the early exposure. I thought we shouldn't wait too long to get her started accepting her sexuality."

"We could always call Frank." I said, refering to the black teacher. "He's the trained specialist."

Our friendship with the elementary school teacher and his wife had blossomed quickly. Sandy and Sylvia hit it off like sisters. And they looked like it too. Both redheads although Syl's hair was lighter and straighter. Syl was a little taller with not so many freckles, either.

But she was every bit as nasty as my little honey.

They hadn't been in our house five minutes when everything was layed right out on the table.

Our girls, after a timid two seconds, had dragged their three foster daughters back to the bedrooms to show off Barbi dolls, toys, clothes. Then get into girlish gossip and whatever. Pammy and Tammy may have looked like walking wet dreams but they still thought and played like the pre-teens they were.

Without a word, standing in our kitchen, Syl pulled her floor length MuuMuu up far enough to hook her thumbs in the side of her panties and with a clean sweep dropped them to the floor. Picking them up with her toe and grasping them daintily with two fingers, she held them out to Sandy.

"I hear you like sniffing girls' panties." She said. "See if you like mine."

Even in those days, it was hard stop my little sweety. But that did it. Her mouth dropped open but she just stood there. She was speechless.

After a moment of dead silence we all burst out laughing and by the time the girls came looking for us a half hour later, we were all comfortably lounging by the pool. Naked. What the children couldn't see was the little snail trail of spent semen leaking down the butt crack of each of the relaxing mommies. They did shyly notice the limp wet, weenies of the the two fucked out daddies kicked back drinking beer and talking about the chances of the Yankees winning the pennant again that year.

Syl had been a fiery fuck on our living room couch. As good as I ever had. She liked to talk trash and I nearly went off before she did. She was one of those women that was born to fuck. She told me later that she started very young, and was still trying to catch up. I kinda thought she might already be way ahead.

Sandy, for her part, had tried to break Frank's back. She'd been swollen up for him since our meeting at the school the day before. I'm sure she would have fucked him even if he didn't want it. Sandy rode him to a dead heat on one of our kitchen chairs. He didn't resist very much that I could see.

We were off to a very, very good start. We had found a couple our age, with children about the same age as ours, with about the same outlook on life as ours. And they only lived a couple of miles from us.

There was one thing that made Frank and Syl a lot different from us. Any sexual activity between them and their foster children was a deep, dark secret. Frank explained that the welfare people could drop in at any time and ask some pretty pointed questions.

The girls each were cautioned to tell absolutely no one about what the foster parents did with them. Even each of the girls didn't know that the others were involved or that either of the adults knew what the other was doing. Frank and Syl had wanted to open things up for a long time but were concerned about an embarrasing discovery and the scandal that would ensue.

The way they had had to proceed was to only involve the girls one at a time. That way if anything was to come out, it would be 'he said/she said' or 'she said/she said' and the uninvolved spouse could provide an independant alibi.

Frank had been intimate with the oldest girl since not long after they started taking care of her seven years earlier. Paula had been left parentless when her unwed mother had been caught tryng to take a kilo of heroin onto a plane heading to Los Angles. She would get out of prison in another three years. The girl was a quiet, dark haired cutey with huge brown eyes. She had just turned fourteen. According to Frank, she wasn't a virgin at seven and had been an awesome little cocksucker even at that tender age.

Syl had only been involved with Paula for the past three years and she now was patiently working with the second girl DeAnne, a mousey little nine year old. She said DeAnne was already eating pussy like a devout lesbian. Frank intended to start fucking her in the next few months.

The third girl Lee, only four, wasn't beyond the fingering in the bath stage yet. But she already showed great promise in becoming an eager little playmate. Syl said that she would lie back with her little legs spread like a frog and let you finger her until the water got cold.

The evening at our house was the first time the whole family had been naked together. Let alone naked with others. I think the easy way our girls treated nudity was the thing that cleared the way for them to take that huge step.

Over dinner in our dining room while the girls ate on the lanai, Sandy and I filled in our new friends on some of the sexy things we had done over the years. Syl was particularily interested in that little Sammy was a love child by another man, created with my support. Frank was fascinated that Sandy's mother and younger sister each had a bi-racial child by the same black man. He had always wanted to father a child but Syl was unable to get pregnant due to an early childhood pelvic inflamation that left her fallopian tubes blocked. They planned on impregnating Paula as soon as she turned sixteen.

We didn't say anything about the club that night but I thought Syl would be a welcome addition to the white wives that made frequent use of the facilities and of the black men they met there.

A week or so later, sometime around the first of June, Sandy got a call from Ngomo. He had finished his medical school and was going to be traveling through Hawaii on his way back to Africa. He was thinking about spending a month or six weeks at our research lab to get some ideas about how to run the one in Kenshasa.

"Honey, don't you think you should get an appointment with Nick before Ngomo gets here. You've been pretty active lately and it would be nice to know that your equipment is all in good working order before the he tries to wear it out."

We were in bed later the evening Ngomo had called. Sandy had been excited all afternoon but we hadn't been able to do anything about it until the girls were all tucked in. She had just rode me to about three climaxes and then sucked me off.

"You know, it would be a shame if you had to let your mother take care of him while he's here." I said with a lazy grin. I figured that would get her motivated.

I was pretty sure that the big black African was going to spend a good part of his time in Hawaii in between my little red head's legs. The three times they had been together so far, they couldn't leave each other alone.

"OK, I'll call his office in the morning." Sandy said sleepily. "And mom can get her own lovers, thank you very much."

"And honey, while you're there... Why don't you have him take out that little piece of plastic that keeps you from getting pregnant?"

At first I didn't think she heard me. I had been holding her with her little boobs pressed into my chest and her face near my neck. I thought she might have gone to sleep before I finished what I wanted to tell her. Then I felt her body wrack.

"Are you sure, baby?" She asked, almost in a whisper.

I looked down as she looked up. Tears were streaming down her face.

"Yes. I love you so much, Sandy. I know how much you want to have another baby. You've been feeling left out and empty with your mother and sister both having a child by a black man. I want it too. I want you to have Ngomo's child for us."

She kissed me with a wet, very teary pair of lips. She couldn't stop sobbing for several minutes so I just held her.

All she said, over and over, was how much she loved me. I knew that and I also knew that this part of our lives was important to her. She had loved Reggie and then Tony and I had fended off her urge to fully mate them. Now she loved Ngomo and I was not going to stand in her way any longer. If my dear wife was going to cleave competely to a black man, I would wholeheartedly support her.

"Sweetheart, I want you to hold me while Ngomo breeds a black child into me." She said just before I drifted off. I slept fitfully that night hoping I had done the right thing.

The next day Sandy called me at work.

"Honey, can I tell mom?" She asked.

I knew immediately that she was about to burst, keeping our plan to get her pregnant by Ngomo bottled up inside. She hadn't slept much the night before. I woke up once and she was in our closet going through old maternity clothes.

"No. Absolutely not." I was being mean for a good cause.

"Why not, honey. Mom ought to know."

"Did you get an appointment yet?"

"Yeah. It's for two this afternoon." I could tell she was disappointed that I didn't want her to tell her mom about our big decision.

"We'll talk about it when I get home." I wanted her to stew awhile. "Make sure Nick gives you the little critter he takes out of you pussy. I want to frame it."

There wasn't any problem with Sandy's pelvic exam and Nick was able to remove the IUD easily. Just like he had said he could. I sensed a difference in Sandy that night. An inner peacefullness. I could tell she was glad to be back in the baby making business.

Sandy brought home the tiny plastic object that had spent the past couple of years preventing any of her fertelized ovum from implanting in her uterus wall. It looked strangely like the much smaller sperm that it had been frustrating all that time.

A couple of days later Sandy came out on the Lanai where I as reading some reports. She had a big grin on her face as she widened her knees in front of me and spread her little petals with two fingers to show me the white string hanging out of her vagina. Her period had happily started a couple of weeks early, caused by a mild shot Nick had given her to shift her cycle slightly. She had been crushed when she realized that her period would be flowing when Ngomo arrived. Nick had solved that problem for her and now she would be at peak fertility for the African.

After we were sure there wasn't any problem with her exam, I had given Sandy the OK to tell the world. We had called the girls into the living room, even Sammy, and told them exactly what we intended to do. The girls were bouncing off the walls. A little sibling was a big thing in their book. Bigger even yet, that it was going to be a mixed race baby.

Sandy got on the phone and called everyone she knew. Family, friends, neighbors.

Neighbors, hmm. Gaile's morning sickness had settled down just a few days before Ngomo's call.

I thought Bert would explode with pride when his wife missed her first period. He and Lamar had come over, half in the bag, to break the good news to Sandy and I only three weeks after the party. Gaile had caught in her first cycle.

Sandy and I secretly congradulated ourselves. We had hit the nail squarely on the head.

The revenge on the lady next door for being such a bigot was a bit hollow, though. She was happy with what had happened to her and couldn't apologize enough for being so thoughtless. We never, ever heard the 'n' word from her again.

I checked with the chairman of the board of directors of the club and was given the OK to invite Bert and Gaile to dinner. And to make about the same pitch to Bert that Nick had made to me. Lamar would escort Gaile and Sandy to the main bar this time for the neighbor lady's introduction to the club.

Money would be the only issue. We'd already taken care of his sterilization.

"Tim, Senator Huntington is on line one for you." My very efficient sounding Betty was on the intercom. She hadn't been all that efficient the previous afternoon while she was being pounded into the matress in our 'conference room' by her black lover.

Betty was in her fertile period and Willie had dropped in every afternoon that week to give her a quicky. She told me that she had been so turned on seeing Jill pregnant and Annie with her new baby, that she wanted another one by Willie before she got too old.

"Yes sir, Senator. What can I do for you?"

"Tim, I don't have much time to chat. Vote on the floor in about ten minutes. I've finagled a slot for a junior page for the summer session and would like to offer it to Tammy. I know she's a little young, but I'll help her through it. Couple of very important people here I'd like for her to meet. Mean a lot to me, son. I'll send the plane tickets. She can stay with Aria and I while she's here. What do you say?"

I nearly sputtered a mouthful of coffee. I knew what the Senator wanted. Tammy. Pliable, submissive, pain-loving Tammy. He wanted a body temperature sex toy.

I thought that Sandy would probably be eager to let her go for the adventure but wanted to at least check with her before committing to anything.

"I'll check with Tammy and her mother. Can I call you back, Senator?"

"I'll be tied up until late tonight. I'll call you tomorrow." The line went dead.

As I expected, Sandy was thrilled about the chance for Tammy to go to Washington for the summer. It would be a chance for our second daughter to try out some of the things we had been teaching her since she was six years old.

When we talked to Tammy later that evening, her reaction was also predictable. Her mouth hung slackly open, her eyes glazed over and became hooded. Her legs clamped one of her hands tightly in her little crotch and she climaxed with a moan.

"That old man hurt me awful bad." She said quietly as she recovered. "Will he do it again?"

"Yes, baby. I think you can count on it." Sandy said flatly.

Tammy pushed the heel of her hand down hard on her little gold bead and came again.

To be continued...
