Bringing Up Daughters Part II 

By LuvsItWet

Copyright @ 2009

Chapter 18


"Oh, hey hon. I almost forgot. Tony said to give these to you. Said you'd know what to do with them. Something about Jill joining the club." I said as I handed over the little brown pill bottle with its mind numbing contents. Mom had picked up the girls for an early morning shopping trip. Sandy and I were having a quiet cup of coffee with the Sunday paper on the lanai.

"He said he'd given them to you. Kinda hard to hide them in that scrap of a swim suit I was wearing yesterday."

"Most of the time." I mumbled.

"Well, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do." She said smiling. Refering to her frequent dissappearnces into the brush with one or the other of the black studs that seemed to be after her all day.

"What's the deal with Jill?"

"According to mom, Tony's been after her to let him introduce Jill to the club. So far, she doesn't have a clue. All she knows is that mom is pregnant by Tony and seems to be OK with it. So far."

"I thought she was pretty hung up on Rene. How's she going to handle being mauled by a bunch of black men?"

"Rhonda and Rene have been talking to her a lot about it. Rene loves to watch her mom with the guys and they've let Jill watch a couple of times. Rhonda thinks she's ready. Mom agrees."

"Won't Rene be jealous? She seems to be running the show where Jill has been concerned."

"She's going to be joining the club too. Sort of. Nick and Rhonda are putting some pretty tight limits on her though."

"Nick told me about that. Just hand jobs. Jeez, he's crazy if he thinks the guys will stop there. Playing with fire, if you ask me."

"I know. Sounded pretty far out to me too. Considering how much Tony and the others like young white pussy, and what they know about getting it, she won't stay virgin long. I told Rhonda they ought to at least fit her with a diaphram. Just in case."

"What about Jill?"

"Mom made and appointment for her to get fitted for her first diaphram tomorrow. Nick's doing it. He's going to open her hymen while she's there if she has one. It should be healed up by Friday so she can enjoy the experience. Tony can't wait. He's been panting after her ass since he first saw her."

"Which reminds me." She added. "Tammy's appointment is on Thursday. He wants me to drop both the girls off with him for a couple of hours. He thinks it would be best if Tammy is asleep while he implants the Pill thing. He says it is usually put under the skin of the arm but he is going to put it in the wall of her abdomen so it can't be seen or felt. She'll never know it's there."

That Monday, as usual, was the time for my brief weekly appearance as a Navy man. Tough duty. The rest of the week, I went to work at the hospital but by a strange arrangement had 'lucked out' with a tour of duty that required nothing more than a weekly muster to show my face. That Monday, though, there was a note to see the Commanding Officer before I left.

CWO Hannigan greeted me with a smile and a handshake. "Close the door." He said.

"Yes, sir." I quickly complied and was then waved to a chair by the desk.

"Drop the 'sir' when we're alone Tim. I think we have enough in common that it's out of place. Call me Sean."

"I wanted to invite you and the family to a little get together next Sunday. It'll be a few of the folks from the club and a couple of people out from the mainland for vacation. They're long time friends of ours. The real estate part of the club has a little place over on the windward side that isn't leased right now. I've arranged the use of it for us. Has a little private beach, grass huts. The works. Very native. The kids will love it."

"Sounds great. I don't think Sandy has anything planned. What time and how do we get there?"

"Get there whenever you can. We'll be staying in the main house all weekend so just make yourselves at home. Nick and Tony know how to get there. Follow them."

"Aye aye, si... er, Sean. Uh, we'll be there." I was uncomfortable.

"You'll get used to it Tim. Say hi to Sandy and the girls for me." He was already on the phone.

"Going to be a busy week." I thought to myself as I headed back to the house to change into civvies before going on to my real job at the hospital. "And weekend." I added absently.

The new job had shaped up nicely. All I had to do was carefully guide the administration of events. Betty, my more than competent girl friday, executed all my whims. I had decided to make my life bearable, if not absolutely lazy, and kept her on. I nearly doubled her pay after the first couple of months. Wise decision. The half dozen key players, both in the hospital and at each of the clinics, got a similar boost after I saw how well my pedecessor had set things up.

Before he left, Bill had clued me in on the tight relationship he had developed with Betty over the years. They had grown to treat each other almost as husband and wife. She could read his mind and he did anything he could to make her happy. He explained that the little hide-a-way bedroom beyond the bathroom was her idea and they had frequently made use of it right up until his retirement. Bill's wife ocassionally used the room and a few close friends knew of its existance and had made emergency use of it. Betty kept the key to the hall entrance and you had to see her to get in other than through my bathroom. Very cozy.

After I decided to keep Betty on, forever if she'd stay that long, I told her that the arrangement she had with Bill could continue with me. She gave me an odd little smile and agreed. That was all that was said. I thought I'd let her make the first move in any sexual direction. I knew she was a member of our club and had even seen her once with a white guy who I assumed was her husband and a nice looking black man in his late forties or early fifties.

In the middle of the second week after Bill left and I had the job all to myself, the intercom buzzed.

"Tim, if you need me, I'll be in the conference room for a bit. Would you catch the phones for me?"

"Conference Room" was engraved on the plate on the hall entry to our little bedroom.

"Sure Betty. Have fun."

"Your wish is my command, boss." She replied with a giggle.

About twenty minutes later, I heard faint moaning sounds even through the closed door on my side of the bathroom. I couldn't resist a little eavesdropping so quietly slipped into the bathroom and pressed my ear to the closed door on the other side.

"Oh daddy, oh daddy, oh daddy." Betty's voice was surprisingly juvenile. Almost childlike.

The grunts between each of her outbursts of endearment were very grown up. And masculine.

There were words of love and passion exchanged for nearly half an hour before loud squeals and deep groans of competion signaled the end of my secretary's little fuck break. I quietly returned to my desk, closing the bathroom door on my side.

The intercom buzzer interrupted my thoughts about five minutes later.

"Tim, I have a little something for you if you'd like it. I could use a little soothing right about now."

I suddenly understood one of the features of Betty's relationship with her previous boss.

"OK, come on in." I said.

"It works better if you come in here. I don't drip on the floor near as much that way."

You have to love efficient help. So I did.

As I passed through the bathroom I saw a large black shape though the foggy shower door.

Betty was lying sprawled on the rumpled bed with the fingers of one hand cupped tightly down over her crotch.

"Please." Was all she said as I kicked off my shoes and loosened my tie.

"You do that so good." Betty complimented me a few minutes later as she was coming down from her nearly neck breaking climax. "Sandy is a lucky girl."

"Tim, I'd like you to meet Willie." I jerked and started to rise. With Betty's moans and nearly crushing my head with her hefty thighs, I'd missed the shower shutting off and her friend's re-entry into our little hideout.

"Don't get up on my account." Willie's good natured baritone immediately put me at ease. Even if my face was smeared with his cum and her cunt cream. "I like to see my little girl have a good time."

"Listen kids, I have to run. Maybe we can do it again soon." He said as he checked himself in the mirror and moved toward the door.

"I'm here anytime you want me, daddy." I didn't doubt for a minute that she meant that.

After the big man left, Betty stripped me down and gave me a world class blow job. I patted myself on the back again for my decision to keep her.

We lay cuddled together for a while. Relaxing in the glow. Betty told me a little about Wille. She had fell for him nearly twenty years earlier during a period that she had a serious problem with drugs and alcohol. He husband, Brad, was deployed a lot and she had started leaving her two kids, a boy and a girl, with a friend and began hanging out in a local bar.

Willie had picked her up for an easy piece of ass and wound up staying with her several weeks until her husband came home. As soon as hubby went back to sea, Betty went back to see Willie. It went on that way for nearly a year until hubby came home unexpectedly. There had been a hell of a row but her husband finally accepted Willie and eventually enjoyed the idea of sharing her with a black man.

Willie eventually turned Betty out. She worked for him on Hotel Street, the red light district in Honolulu at that time, turning tricks. That lasted until she got pregnant. Father unknown. Her third child was a little girl. The baby was white. She had been with dozens of men, both black and white, during the time she conceived so its race was a flip of the coin. Her husband was at sea at the time so definitely was not the father.

She and Willie had dumped the heavy drugs and the binge drinking and he had got a job in the hospital kitchen through a friend of his that was a member of our club. He later also helped Betty get a job as a nurse's aide at the hospital. Later, after she and her husband were introduced to the club and became members, she got the job as secretary to the hospital administrator.

"My fourth baby was very planned. You wouldn't believe how planned. Brad had had to get snipped when we decided to join the club over twelve years ago. That put him out of the daddy picture. I had wanted Willie's baby every since I met him but other things had been getting in the way. Then with us all employed and respectable, I did it."

"Brad was a sweetheart throughout the whole breeding episode. He resisted a little at first but I put my foot down. When he realized that I was going to do it whether he liked it or not, he got into the whole "Let's make Betty pregnant" thing. He actually helped and was as proud as if he was the real father when I finally got pregnant. Our little boy is spoiled rotten with two daddy's"

"Now my fifth. She was a total surprise. In more ways than one. I didn't want any more kids and had been on the pill since Willie's child was born. Out of nowhere, I pop up PG. We figured it was Willie or maybe one of his friends that he shares me with once in a while. The guys were surprised and a little pissed that she was white. That was the second surprise. I was scared to death because I immediately knew who the father was."

"I had only fucked two white guys in the previous several years. Brad and one other. As soon as I saw her, I knew who supplied the little squigley that slipped though the castle gate. I had been fucking him for years but sure didn't want a baby by him."

Betty sort of slipped down and snuggled under my arm. She got real interested in her fingernails for a few seconds. I could tell she was hesitant to finish her story.

"The third surprise is that my youngest child was fathered by my oldest child. She's perfectly healthy in every way, though. Only a few people know the truth."

Betty and I had a great "working?" relationship. Even with the ocassional breaks in the work day we ran a pretty reasonable office. I met and liked her husband Brad and, eventually, all of her kids. Even with the wild way Betty had scattered her oats, they all seemed like a well adjusted lot. Sandy loved Betty to death and along with Carol and Rhonda became her tightest friend.

The day the girls went for Tammy's 'check-up', I got home just after Sandy got them home. Tammy was a zombie. She was still rummy from whatever Nick had given her so she wouldn't know what had been done to her. Pammy was strangely quiet. I figured sooner or later, she would have to 'confess' to what she had had done to her younger sister. In the meantime, I thought it was cute that she thought she was pulling a fast one on us. Sandy would maybe have some of the answers.

"Nick wants to see both of them in three months." Sandy said when we had a minute alone together after supper. The girls were watching something inane on TV.

"It went OK then?" I was interested in how soon the drug would start to show results but would probably have to get that insight from Nick.

"Yeah, Nick seems to think it's no big deal. I talked to him for a minute when I went back to pick up the girls. He even gave me a new prescription for Pammy's Pill. She's doing so well he's upping the dosage of the hormone in her's."

"This place is gonna be so full of hot pussies I'll be able to save on briquettes for the Habachi pot." Maybe not that funny but it got a sharp jab and the sight of Sandy's butt as she huffed out the slider to go next door to see Carol.

Carol was using my leprechauns as bait for Will. Over the past couple of weeks Sandy or one of the girls would spend time each day teasing him with glimpses of what could be available to him if he was interested. Carol had been using that availability in her pillow talk with her hubby to slowly ease him into a sharing frame of mind. She wanted the open sexual lifestyle that we had and couldn't wait to get Devon back between her pale thighs on a steady basis. It wasn't that she didn't love Will, it was that she wanted the same variety that Sandy enjoyed. I figured that since our tall black neighbor was only human, it was just a matter of time.

I got Sammy bathed and into bed and cuddled up with Pammy and Tammy on the couch to watch a little family prime time TV but Pammy wanted to play. Tammy was still quiet from her earlier experience at the doctor's office. Nick told me later that it was probably the hormones already starting to rage in her little body.

Pammy lifted her little hips and slid her panties down her legs and off. She ordered Tammy to do likewise and the younger sister silently complied.

"Wanna watch me make her cum?" She asked.

"Sure." I said thinking she would probably finger her or lick Tammy to orgasm.

"Gimme your belt, daddy."

Ooops! I was in for a show. I pulled my belt out the the loops in my khaki shorts and surrendered it to Pammy as she peeled her T-shirt over her head revealing her new little apple sized breasts. Nipples hard as buttons.

"Spread your legs, Tam. You know what you like."

Tammy lay back on the couch and slowly pulled her legs wide apart and back toward her shoulders. Pammy kneeled on the floor at her sisters little crotch and gave a long lick up through the glistening crack in front of her. Tammy moaned and closed her eyes.

"Hold your cunt open for me."

Tammy reached around her upper thighs and with two fingers of each hand willingly pulled her little pink labia wide to expose an already erect clitoris and her tiny vaginal opening.

Pammy gave her sister another wet lick then leaned back. The first blow was quick and sharp. A popping sound with just the end of the belt. And a moan from Tammy.

After five or six slaps, Pammy gave a wet lick. Then more pops with the belt end. Right on the clit. Not brutal, just stinging slaps. Then another lick. Each series got harder until Tammy was moaning and humping up toward the pain.

By about the fiftieth slap the increasing strength of the hits were causing red blotches to appear on the tender white skin of Tammy's hairless little mound. Her mouth was open as she sucked in deep ragged breaths and her eyes were squinched shut with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Now, baby, now. Cum for mamma. Cum. Cum. Cum." Each time Pammy said a word, she hit her sisters clit with the belt. Not easy now. As hard as she could with both hands gripping the belt. Weilding it like a club in over the head swings.

Tammy's back was arched. Her head pulled as far back as it would go on her little neck. Her eyes now open and sightless. A scream and she snapped up into a fetal ball. She fell over and lay on her side sobbing quietly. Exhausted and spent.

Pammy dropped the belt and crawled up to straddle my waist. My shorts had disappeared sometime in the minutes I silently watched my second daughter's sexual abuse.

"Fuck me, now." Pammy said as she lurched up and came down on my over-excited manhood. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

I was trying to suck one of her nipples off it's fleshy mount and had her little butt cheeks in both hands when we went over the top together after only a few strokes. She squealed her climax and I pulled her down hard to get the deepest possible penetration as I ejaculated a huge load of my sterile semen into her almost eleven year old cervix.

I lay recovering with my girls for several minutes then lovingly roused them up and herded them into their bed. Baths could wait. Neither of us had the energy to bother. I don't even remember falling into my lonely bed.

I do remember waking up in a dark room with a dripping, smelly cunt being pressed down on my face.

"We did it honey. We did it. Will fucked me, baby." Sandy said excitedly after I had sucked her through a couple of nice cums. "He even told Carol she can have a boyfriend if she will let him do it to me again."

"He's good. He can fuck me anytime. God, what a cock. Wait until you see it."

I was buried up to my balls in my little red head's soggy split and her words were enough to push me over the edge for the second time that night.

I'd tell Sandy about the girls in the morning, I thought to myself as I dozed back off to sleep.

To be continued...    Maybe!

