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Bethany

By: writingdragon



Slowly, painfully I push myself up from my knees, then moving in almost robotic form, I help my wife of 6 ½ years to stand with me, leaving the small white box that was so starkly contrasted against the green grass to it's own fate. Memories of the life that box contained rose up in my mind like a tidal wave, reminding me of just how natural that contrast had been in her life.

The news of a pregnancy in a family is normally greeted with happiness and joy. However, when her mother and I found out Bethany was on the way, less than six months after the birth of our second child, Erin, we were in a state of stunned disbelief. This child was not expected, but still loved, not planned on, but would be tenderly cared for. Even before her birth, an enduring conflict of joy and pain was beginning to take shape in her life, almost as a trademark. My wife and I were both overjoyed at this precious gift of God, and anguished at the appearance of our third child so close to our second.

My own relationship with Bethany was cloudy from the start, as emotions ranging from irritation to guilt formed a veil between us. Even at her birth our emotional separation was physically manifested as a job conflict would separate us by 2500 miles. I had been on hand for the births of both of her sisters, Andrea and Erin, however Bethany, never quite followed after them. When she finally decided to appear, she came out larger, later, and farther away from me than either of her older siblings.

I wouldn't get the opportunity to even see my newborn baby girl for two weeks, my first impression of Bethany was one of almost mandatory parental pride I didn't have any emotions one way or the other. However, as I watched Bethany for those first few minutes, I became keenly aware of the impact she was having on other people in the room.

I watched as Pride radiated from the faces of her mother, and Andrea her oldest sister, each time Bethany smiled or cooed. Her other sister Erin, had a glow in her eyes and almost seemed enthralled, anytime Bethany did anything at all. My wife's mother who had been with her as Bethany was born the only grandchild she would be in the delivery room with, hovered around the newborn like a great she-bear protecting and nurturing the young child. 

In the weeks that followed, I watched as each day more and more people were captivated by Bethany's smile. Such a little child with such a big smile, she could light up even the biggest grouch, or help to evaporate the most depressing of circumstances.

The more I studied this little bundle of love, the more acutely aware I became of the way Bethany influenced other people's lives. To the woman next door who had just lost an unborn child at full term, Bethany became a replacement and a link to her sanity. To a young couple down the street that was struggling with the idea of having a third child, Bethany was the reason they settled on two. To a young 11-year-old girl who was recovering from sexual abuse, Bethany was the center of her universe, a simple non-threatening way for her to come slowly back to reality. 

To her Mother and I she was a joy to our lives and an erosion of our parental zeal, as Bethany also had another part of her life seen only by a few people. There were times I felt helpless, watching the instant that her face would contort in pain and she would scream out as if in the grip of some unseen terror or watching as exhaustion slowly engraved its scars on my wife's young face. I felt at the time that Bethany having colic was the worst possible thing that could have happened to our family. However, compared to later events it would seem insignificant.

Up to this point in her life, Bethany's physical development had been quicker than either of her two sisters' or with that of most children in her age group. It was if she was if she were trying to compress a lifetime into a few spans of time. I would soon wish I had paid closer attention to this feeling.

One Monday in January 1981 almost five months after she was born, I came home for lunch, as I walked into the living room Bethany who was sitting in her swing, broke out into one of the biggest smiles I had ever seen from her, and it warmed my heart. This is strange I thought, normally she cries when I come in, we still hadn't grown very close and our interactions usually upset her. 

A little over four hours later as I pulled her limp body from her crib, a victim of what we would later learn was S.I.D.S. That smile would be the most precious gift I had ever received from her.

As I relive that time my mind races along a narrow corridor, a few moments of history etched in my memory by fear and terror. Everything is in slow motion, as I remember her lips were so cold as I was trying to breathe life back into her. I prayed for her to cry out and respond with her normal vigor, desperately desiring for her to scream, but her chest is stiff and unresponsive as I frantically work to make her lifeless heart respond.

In the emergency room when the senior physician on the code team shook his head and said, "That's It, I'm calling it at 5:13 PM we can't do anything else." I wanted to scream, cry, and jump up and down, anything to get them to continue. Instead, I stood for a few moments next to lifeless body after the nurses brought me to her. I was awash in emotions so deep; I wanted the pain in my heart to subside, trying desperately to hold back my inner most thoughts of anguish that threatened to sweep me away.

I was brought out to the nurse's station and was given my time to call my wife and tell her what she already knew, her baby, OUR baby was dead. I would tell her later I have never said anything, harder than those four words. The hospital administration staff had me sign the legal documents and release papers, amazed at how detached and unemotional the process was. Sign here and here, the stern looking woman who appeared to be pushing sixty said, as she pointed to the spot on the papers in front of me. I kept thinking doesn't anyone care that she is still my 'little girl,' my baby, but I couldn't get any words to form in my mouth.

When they were finished I snuck back into the room just to say goodbye, as I turned to leave I heard a small voice say, "Tell Mommy that I love her too." As tears fell unashamedly down my face I realized, my daughter, my beautiful little girl, was still having an unexpected impact on the lives of those around her.

Even at the funeral as my wife and I moved away from that small white casket our tears falling around us, as we comforted one another in our sorrow, a sorrow that only parents share at the loss of a child, at the loss of their future. I felt Bethany's life once again wrapping around my mind, in much the same way an old woman would wrap a shawl around herself to keep out the cold, to feel protected, yet all alone.



Bethany



The convention center was hot and crowded: there must have been several thousand people there, milling about, standing in lines, generally being annoying, and Bethany was getting more frustrated by the minute. Her flight in had been fine; her hotel room was just fine; the convention center itself was just fine; it was this damned cold-as-slow tar line that was getting to her. Of course, the A-E line was moving, the F-K line was moving faster, and the T-Z line was nearly gone, it was moving so fast. 

"Why the hell do I have to have a name that always falls into the M-S line, the slowest fucking line on earth every time?" she fumed to herself. The humidity in the muggy Atlanta air outside was at least 90 percent, and the temperature was rising – inside and outside. And so was Bethany's.

"Excuse me, miss," came a deep, smooth voice from behind her, and Bethany turned, instantly ready to shut the intruder down. She looked up at the very tall, handsome man who was next in line. His smile was genuine and infectious, his face was pleasant and his manner was unassuming. Without knowing why, she was completely disarmed and stood looking at him in silence.

"I just noticed the tag on your briefcase shows a Utah address, and well, frankly, you don't look quite like what I expect to see coming out of Utah." Pause. "I hope I'm not bothering you, but I just had to say something." He smiled even bigger, and Bethany smiled back, genuinely, in spite of herself. "Pardon me for my rudeness," he said, extending his hand, "My name is Dave and I'm from Idaho. It's my pleasure to make your acquaintance."

She tried to fight the smile, but it wouldn't go away, so she looked into his eyes and took his hand. "Bethany," she breathed out, sounding a little sultrier than she meant to, "What makes me seem so different to you?"

"Well, I'm not sure I can tell you all the reasons standing out here in this not-so-private convention registration zoo, but I'd be happy to give you a complete list if you would share a cup of coffee or a bagel or, well, hell, anything with me for a few minutes. But just for starters, I wouldn't expect a skirt that starts in that particular place on your thighs, and the heels just speak to me. I won't tell you what they are saying here, but in a booth or a quieter place I'll quote them word for word."

She was startled to realize that she still had a hold of his hand. "I can't think of a better way to avoid all the likely assholes here for this convention," she said. Do you think you can get us a table?"

"Ahem, I already took the liberty of taking care of that. I have one reserved for 30 minutes from now. Do you think the damn line will ever start moving so we can make that?"

Bethany was totally taken in by this stranger's gentle charm by now. "I'm sure we'll find a way to solve that. Want to tell me anything more while we have nothing better to do?"

"The seamed hose is very eye catching. I'm not sure if there is a garter holding them up, but my guess there is. I like that!"

The next 25 minutes passed, it seemed, in just a breath or two, as Bethany and Dave talked, flirted, got to know each other and registered for the convention. Neither had been particularly looking forward to the next two days, but suddenly that had changed.

It took a couple of minutes to get to the restaurant and seated, where they were seated across from each other at a small table in a quiet corner. "Well," started Bethany in an expectant voice, "you were telling me this list about why I am different than you expected..."

"Right," Dave began, then cleared his throat. "I trust you are okay with a direct approach." She nodded. "It begins with your 'fuck-me' heels. They accentuate your graceful foot and ankle, and make you flex your calf just enough to give a hint of definition, and that is sexy as hell. Very nice. And then your legs, well, I can see so much of them, but yet just when I think I get to the golden triangle, it disappears behind your skirt. Which fits so nicely over your ass, sharing your junk but not revealing too much. It's been all I could do to not reach over and give it a squeeze."

He put his hands on the table, and looked deep into Bethany's eyes. Without thinking she put both of her hands into his as her pulse quickened. The touch was powerful, and she could feel his energy. 

"What is happening to me?" she thought. "Here I am, always in control, always in charge of the situation, and I find myself melting like the frost at sunrise. I can't help myself, and it feels so right."

Dave's voice cut into her thoughts. "I can see your sexuality. You sensuousness drips from you, and I can sense your sexual energy. I can feel your drive and desire, your need to please and to be pleased. You radiate your very female essence, and it calls to me.

"Your auburn-red hair against your pale skin is stunning. My self-control is still strong, but I want to give in, put my hands and fingers in your hair and pull you to me. I want to do things to your hair that have never been done before. Then I look into your eyes, and I can feel myself falling into the depths of your soul. You have opened your book to me, and I can feel your energy and your power and your desire. I want to take your face into my hands, feel your skin and the sensual curve of your jaw. I imagine drawing your face closer to mine, till we can feel each other's breath. I can almost taste your lips and tongue, and I find myself breathing hard just imagining your lips touching mine, soft, wet, our mouths opening and our tongues tasting and exploring and sensing each other. 

"Your neck is so inviting, long and white and smooth, and I so want to touch it with my fingers, explore it and experience it. I want to kiss it and bury my face against you.

"And your breasts. Ohhh. Your blouse shows me so much, the very outline of your magnificent breasts. I see them rise and fall as you breathe, and even as we talk, your nipples have hardened, and look so inviting and are telling me how aroused you are. I can imagine the beauty of your dark nipples in contrast to your milk-white tits, as they are unveiled by your falling bra. They will feel so firm, so soft, so responsive, when I take them into my hands and explore, and then when I take your nipple into my mouth. I can literally taste them now as I talk about it. I can feel how much you want me to suck on them. 

"That, my new friend, is why you stand out in this huge crowd. That is not what I expected from Utah. But I am enthralled that it is what I have found."

* * * * *

The last speaker had barely begun when Bethany could not take it any longer. She gathered her things and carefully, slowly and deliberately stood and walked out the back door of the hall. Her mind was going in circles, her pulse racing as she waited impatiently for the elevator door to open. It was only seconds but seemed an eternity to her. At last she slipped the key into her guestroom door and went inside. Fortunately the bellman had brought her bags to the right room. 

She had just emptied her hands, sat on the bed and took a couple of deep breaths when there was a knock at the door. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart skipped a beat. Bethany had to resist running to the door, hoping she knew what was on the other side. She decided not to look through the peephole and be surprised – or relieved.

She paused for a second with her hand on the door handle, then, holding her breath, twisted it and pulled the door open.

Dave smiled and stepped toward her. They threw their arms around each on the in a tight, intimate embrace. "Hi. I couldn't take my eyes off you as you walked out, " he managed to say. 

They pulled apart, then with open eyes their lips touched for the first time. It felt like heaven on earth! It was soft, long, tender. The passion broke loose and the kiss hardened. Dave pressed his mouth hard to Bethany's, and took her with his tongue. Whimpers escaped her throat as they stumbled, still kissing, to the bed.

They fell onto it, kissing and moaning and groping. They came up for air and looked at each other. "Would you like to make a memory, Bethany?" Dave asked. 

"Fuck yea," was the instant reply.

"Would you like to be in control?"

"Yea, I would."

"Sorry," Dave replied, taking her wrists, pinning them above her head as he straddled her. "This time I'm going to take you for a ride, not dominate you, but guide you, and take you where you've never been before. Are you up for that?"

"Oh, god," was all she could say. His lips went to her neck and began kissing her. Softly, wetly, then rougher, then soft again. Up the ridge of muscles from the right side, to her ear, then back down to her shoulder. Across her clavicle and up to her jaw, kissing, loving, sucking her delectable skin, tasting her and taking her. He released her wrists and her arms stayed in place, then cradled her face in both hands. Looking her in the eye he kissed her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks and the tip of her nose. He kissed her cheeks more, softly humming or moaning as he did. 

"Open your eyes. Look into mine." With their eyes locked, he kissed her. She responded hungrily and kissed him back. His tongue licked her lips and slipped inside, exploring. She sucked on him, and he tongue fucked her mouth deeply, then she entered his mouth. Back and forth, on and on they went, kissing and tasting and enjoying themselves.

At last his hand went to her blouse, and with their eyes locked and lips together, he yanked on the front and ripped it open. His hands touched her, examined her, felt her, wandered all over her. Her breasts were full and firm, and he could feel that she wanted him to have them. He unfastened her bra and slipped it off. Bethany held her breath waiting for his first touch. 

Dave took his mouth from hers and lowered it to her nipple. The touch was electric as he took it into his mouth, savoring it and sucking on it. It was hard already, and impossibly, stiffened even more in his mouth. He sucked just the tip of her nipple, then engulfed the whole thing with his mouth. Softly and with great force, soft again. He massaged her breast with both hands as he sucked and kissed, alternating between breasts. They were delicious, wonderful and responsive. He snuggled his face between them and kissed and licked his way out. He kissed across the top of them and down the outsides, playing and touching and twirling her nipples. 

Then to Bethany's delight, he began kissing between her breasts then slowly moved down to her tummy. Her skirt came off easily, and there she was in just her garter, stockings and heels. He kissed and tongued her navel, enjoyed the softness of her, and continued moving down. As he neared her pubic mound, he was delighted to find just a bit of hair and lots of smooth skin. Bethany parted her legs, and Dave positioned himself between them, mouth over her pussy. 

He kissed all around her pussy, breathed it in, breathed on it, teased her and got ready to please her. He could see how wet she was as droplets ran out of her cunt and dripped over her ass onto the bed. He lowered his tongue and licked the wetness off her pussy lips and savored the taste. He licked her lips and kissed them, just like her mouth. He slipped his tongue inside and explored around. He continued kissing her pussy and then using his fingers, spread her pussy lips wide. With his tongue, he traced the smoothness from her opening to her clit. He put pressure on as he did, and her clit grew and slipped out from under the hood. As his tongue touched Bethany's clit, hey pussy involuntarily began clenching and relaxing. He swirled his tongue around it, licked it, felt it and softly sucked on it. With his mouth totally over it, he licked from her cunt to her clit, back and forth, licking and sucking on her button each time.

Bethany's hands were gripping his hair, pulling his face into her sex. He continued licking, swirling and sucking, lightly then roughly, lapping up her pussy juices and swallowing.

When he sensed she needed more stimulation, he stopped and kissed her mouth deeply, and Bethany tasted her pussy on his face and lips and tongue. He returned to her pussy, and resumed licking and kissing, then he slipped two fingers inside her. She gasped and praised god. 

"Oh god," she breathed, "stop. Oh shit, don't stop. Oh god, please make me cum. Make me cum. I need to cum. I want to cum. Oh god, make me cum!"

Dave fingered her and licked her and sucked on her clit, and her orgasm hit. Her hips thrust up and into his face hard, her whole body flexed and became rigid, her cunt spasmed and gripped his fingers. Waves of pleasure flooded her body from her head to her toes. She fucked his face, pelvic thrusts in time with the orgasm that coursed through her. 

"Oh my god, I didn't know cumming could feel so good! Keep licking me. No, fuck me, please fuck me!" 

He moved his fingers and kept licking.

"Please fuck me now!"

Dave slid off his pants and moved between Bethany's legs. He kissed her with his face and lips covered in Bethany's cum. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, and wrapped her legs around his, and pulled him into her. She could feel the head of his cock as is spread her lips, then slid deep into her wet, hot pussy. She couldn't breath for the intensity of the feelings. Dave stopped and held his cock deep inside her, and waited for her to be ready.

It took just a few seconds. "Ok, please give it to me."

He began thrusting his cock in and out, long, deep strokes, pulling his cock out till she felt like she was going to lose it, then plunging it back in, all the way. He fucked her slowly at first, feeling her and filling her. Just as she began to come down from her climax, Dave took Bethany's legs and put her ankles over his shoulders. Suddenly his stroking cock was rubbing over her g-spot with each thrust. She gasped at the first stroke and clawed at Dave's back.

As she started to rock in motion with him, Dave started fucking her faster and harder, and each stroke across her g-spot brought back more of the intensity of her orgasm. He fucked her hard, his balls smacking against her ass, and screams escaped her lips. Pounding and pounding, he was relentless, fucking her like she'd never been fucked before. 

"Oh my god, I can't take it. Oh Jesus, fuck me forever. Don't stop. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Fuck me, fuck me more! Oh god, I can't breathe, I can't take it! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Dave's climax hit, and he buried his cock deep inside her and held it there as his hot cum shot out. Bethany could feel it fill her, heat her up, shoot into her cunt. Dave pulled out and thrust again and again, taking his orgasm for all he could. Spent, he let her legs slip from his shoulders and slumped down on her. 

They kissed, feeling the closeness and the thrill of their fabulous union. His hardness faded away, and they could feel his cum drip from her pussy. Bethany put her hand on her pussy and caught much of it, and rubbed in on her tits and on his chest. So slick, so wet, so fucking sexy. Dave leaned over and licked some off Bethany's tits. Bethany then leaned over and licked some off Dave's chest. They kissed and dropped off to sleep in each other's arms, content and spent. 

It was but a short nap. The night was young. There was much to do together. 



Bethany



I had been chasing her little pussy for about 6 weeks but so far had only been able to get a couple of blowjobs off of her. She was slow but it was going to be worth it in the end. Bethany was tall for an 18 year old girl and had that coltish, slightly tomboyish look, long legs and a tight, flat ass, sexy blonde hair down to the middle of her back, a nice flat tummy, small pointy tits and a pretty, fresh scrubbed face with a crooked smile that made it more interesting than beautiful. A light spray of freckles ran across the bridge of her nose and across her cheeks; it continued across her shoulders and chest right down to the pure white of her pretty little tits. She was more innocent than most of our girls so I cut her some slack right at the start. But I had to admit that she was a slow one, and that it was wearing on me. 

In our town it was understood that the high school girls would give you a blowjob after the 2nd or 3rd date. My dick had been in 10 of their mouths over the last year or so, and my friends confirmed that this was only slightly better than average. I never saw myself as some super-stud, just as someone who deserved and would get his share. Shortly after the blowjob date you'd advance to finger fucking her to give the girl motivation, and then, after another short wait, to fucking her with a condom on. Once the girl became 'your girl' you could expect her to get herself on the pill so you could so some serious bareback riding. Specialty items like swallowing, facials and fucking her in the ass were case by case depending on the temperament of the girl, and I'd had a reasonable degree of success with those things too, but they were mostly saved for a girl's college years. That seemed a decent tradeoff since we'd be going to some of those same colleges too. Gave us something to look forward to.

This may seem unusual but we were different kind of community. The town had been founded in a pretty isolated redwood forest in the 60's by a group of hippies, had incorporated in the 70's, grew like mad in the 80's, went high tech and became rich in the 90's but never lost its hippy credo even when everyone seemed to be driving a BMW. We had our parent's money and their parent's gift for freedom, especially free sex. We were isolated and free from many of the cares of the world. The girls were raised to be open sexually but not sluts, the peaceful vibe and rich lifestyle left them happy but obedient. Most of us stayed in the local high school with its open curriculum and the expectation that you'd graduate by age 20. So the fact that Bethany was 18 and I was 19 was not unusual. I was finishing up and decided to take a run at her before I left. I expected to succeed too.

Bethany's family was known to be among the most conservative in town, which accounted for her slowness and for the fact that she was a virgin in mouth and pussy when I'd met her. Her Dad was the local Methodist minister; her Mom was the president of the garden club and head of girl's religious education for her husband. They were likely the only registered Republicans in town. Not that we had Democrats either, more like we were a collection of Green Party and anarchist libertarians. Bethany had been sort of brainwashed against sex and had remained an outsider through most of our high school years. But once she developed that nice ass and those pointy tits it was only a matter of time before a guy like me decided to get a bite of her apple. I figured I'd enjoy the challenge.

After the 8th date I'd no more than fondled and sucked her tits and groped her ass over panties, and even those were a bit of a struggle. So I had a little talk with her. I'm pretty sure she must have known it was coming, so my being frank with her certainly did not freak her out in any major way. In fact I was extremely gentle and calm; she was shy and blushing like mad. She was so also nervous because by then we both knew we really liked each other. You could tell she was half expecting the talk to be a break-up, but I had other goals in mind. 

She offered me a hand job and took my cock out for the first time on the couch in her parent's living room. They were in an upstairs den watching a Disney movie with Bethany's little sister. I let her play with my cock a while but told her she had to lick up the precum. Once you get a girl started it's fairly easy to get them to advance step by step. I could see that she was nervous but our girls tend to have a strong desire to obey, and obedience is what I had expected of her. When she bent her head down it was easy to use her pony tail to guide her along till we popped it in her mouth. That first time I got her down maybe half way and then I let her natural sucking instinct take over. Her wet tongue lapped along the glans only three or four times before I made a point of finishing in her mouth. You've gotta let the young ones get a real taste of it before they get to thinking too much about what they are doing. 

Mine was the first cock she had ever sucked and I have to say she did ok for a newcomer to the girls club. After that the second blowjob a few days later was much easier, this time in my car. We both knew she was going to suck my cock the minute I headed the car into the dark green park down the street from her house. I made it a point to finger fuck her while she was blowing me and let her cum first. Then I kept up my stroke to get her working hard on it and came again in her mouth. It was progress. Her technique was raw but her motivation was growing, and that's all you can ask with the young virgin type.

I should mention that finishing in the girl's mouth was pretty common for us. The ones who were reluctant at first were generally brought in line if you made a point of cumming all over their nicest blouse or shirt a few times. These girls valued their prettiest clothing more than they did their mouth virginity; they acclimated. But whatever her problems, Beth seemed to know without coaching that my finishing in her mouth would be the right thing to do, and she never fought it. She was, for the record, a spitter, but that didn't bother me.

The day of my story was about a week after that second blowjob. I'd been away for 5 days doing a tour of colleges across the state but we kept in touch via text and a few quick calls. I felt that Bethany's desire was beginning to mount now that she'd been fingered once and had initiated a blowjob on her own and I decided it would be a good time to fuck her when I returned on Saturday. I encouraged her in a phone call to talk about our relationship with her girlfriend Samantha, a cute girl I'd fucked a few times over the last year. Beth probably knew what this was about and she readily agreed. Sam was one of our best cheerleaders for sexual experimentation and had convinced a number of girls to open wide and to spread their legs when they went out with a boy. Afterwards I texted Sam with her mission. In return I got a smiley face which meant 'Game on.' I texted back to her "Owe you one," she texted back "How bout 2?"

I was pretty carefree and pretty horny as I pulled my car into Bethany's parent's driveway that night. Beth had let me know that her Mom and Dad approved of me because I had attended his services two or three times. I was no Methodist or strict believer of any sort but had gone to church as part of a research project for my world religions class. But their approval would help; it's nice to have the parents on your side when you are trying to fuck their daughter. It would make my life easier. 

Her Mom looked kind of upset as she opened the door to me that evening.

"Hi Mrs. Williamson. How are you?"

"I'm fine but shhhhhhhh! We need to be quiet."

Her Mom took me by the hand and led me into the living room. There on the couch where she'd given me head for the first time was Bethany, apparently dead asleep. She was dressed in a pretty blue miniskirt and white blouse as if ready for our date.

"She's out of it. The poor thing." Mrs. W. was whispering in my ear as we stood there, still with my hand in hers. "She just dropped off but I gave her two of my pills. They'll do the trick." We stood there together looking down at Beth. "Don't wake her." She clutched my hand harder in a pleading way and looked over at me. "Ten minutes from now she'll be out like a light."

"What's the matter with her? Is she sick?" I whispered.

"Oh, you know girl stuff." She winked at me as she nodded towards Bethany, who was beginning to emit some slight moans. "Usually she's so regular, and she wasn't expecting it for a few days, otherwise she would never have made a date for tonight." She laughed softly and gave me a big smile. "Guess Christmas came early for her but no date for you tonight. She'll be dead to the world for the next 10 hours."

I admit that I was a bit shocked by Mrs. W. talking to me about Bethany's period. In most homes around town it would not have been a big deal, but we all knew the Williamson's were different. I must have shown it because she started to make light of it and me.

"What's the matter? Cat's got your tongue? It's just her period; all girls go through it you know."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"She's not even spotting yet, no tampon." She paused and gave a good laugh at that. "That will be tomorrow night, but the worst part for lots of young girls is the day before it starts." She smiled again and said "God knows I don't miss that part of being a girl."

"Oh, of course, it's fine. I was just surprised..."

"Surprised that Bethany got periods?"

"No, not that. It's just ...I don't know."

"Surprised that I talked to you about it?"

"Well yes to be truthful."

"Well don't be. I'm more like the other women around here than you might guess. Bethany's just now becoming a woman, and I'm going to be as open with her as any other mother in town." She checked my eyes and I nodded assent. She looked then like there was a thought passing behind her eyes; she shifted slightly away uncomfortably and let go of my hand. She went on, "I swear she was late with everything -- at least her body's maturing I mean." Here she glanced over at the sleeping girl, and I wondered if she was referring to Beth's small tits. That's how it came across. "Other girls might have gone through this stage a few years younger, but for her she just started talking to me a few weeks ago about getting on the pill to regulate her cycle." She was pausing between each thought as though one was not clearly following from the other. Then she said "You know, the pain, not the timing of it." She gave another big paused, shook her head like she was clearing it after sleep, and then looked up at me with a sweet smile. "But I guess it works out well for you either way, doesn't it?"

I said nothing, just stared at her and tried to do so without looking like an idiot. In the back of my mind I was already wondering how to get out of this awkward conversation and whether Sam was available tonight as a backup plan.

"Anyhow no action for you tonight. You won't be going down on...... down that path." She laughed again; apparently everything about this situation now struck her as funny, but struck me as kind of the opposite.

We stood there looking down at the sleeping girl about as long as we possibly could. Mrs. W. looked thoughtful again. "Hey, can you come out to the kitchen and help me for a few minutes? My sink is a mess cause the disposal is on the whack and with Thomas out of town I'm stuck."

I had just been about to tell her I needed to go but figured I couldn't refuse. As I said, when you are going to fuck the daughter there's no sense in making enemies of the parents. I'm no plumber but knew my way around kitchen disposals a bit so I was glad to help. "Sure lead me to it."

The kitchen sink was almost full of gray water with pieces of lettuce and some vegetables floating around in it. The switch to the disposal unit had no effect on the sink. I played with it for a minute or two while she stood beside me watching. I noticed that she had picked up a cold drink somewhere of clear liquid and wondered what it was. She sipped slowly and seemed almost to be studying my face as I worked. It didn't bother m; let her look. I checked to see that there was nothing stuck in the disposal trap and found it clean. That meant one of three things -- I needed to reset the circuit breaker, or find a reset button on the underside of the disposal or the unit was kaput. Their electrical box was right off the kitchen in the mud room to the back deck and it checked out fine. So I opened the cabinets to get under the sink and Mrs. W. stopped me.

"Oh Lord, what a mess under there. Do you really need to go down on it?" Her words were funny and suggestive so I grinned, but her look betrayed no hint of second joke (if that's what it was) about 'going down.' I just rearranged my face and told her there was probably a reset button down below for the garbage disposal. She opened the cabinet again and dropped to her knees. "Let me do it; it's such a mess down there." From her knees she began handing out what seemed like 100 different cleaners, sprays, disinfectants, rags, polishes, waxes, and god knows what else. I stored them on the table one by one as she handed them back. Finally she stuck her head deep inside the cabinet and bent under the sink's plumbing to get the few last things. 

I told her she didn't need to clean out the entire cabinet; that the button I needed was probably above her on the disposal unit itself. But she just said "Oh, now that I've started just let me clean this thing out? OK? It won't take a minute." Do I stood back and let her dive deeper. With her head and shoulders bent in that position he back curved downward and her ass rose up to put her in a perfect viewing position. Now her knees scrunched forward a bit more and her ass jumped up just a little bit higher.

Up till this point I really hadn't looked at Beth's mom as a woman at all, just as a mom. As a mom she was this sort of embarrassing asexual being making naughty innuendo (if that's what it was) about Beth's period and tits and about us (I think) not being able to 'go down' on one another tonight. Making jokes about Beth going on the pill so I could fuck her. But when a woman -- at least this woman -- is bent over doggy style in a nice summer dress that rides up her thighs till you can almost -- but not quite -- see the curve of her ass and the color of her panties, you begin to think about her differently. What I saw was a sexy woman with nice lean strong tanned legs (I suppose it was all that gardening) and a very nicely curved ass. That ass was round and full but not fat, and I wondered whether Beth's flatter ass would become this in the future. Her back sloped downward and I could see that her shoulders were nearly pinned to the cabinet floor. A perfect position for taking her from behind. She looked pretty limber right then and, it occurred to me, maybe pretty eager to show off a pretty nice feature. She stayed in that position longer than I would have expected, and then continued her chatter.

"Yeah, Mr. Williamson, I mean Thomas, just think of him as Thomas, is gone for 3 nights and I'm here alone. I mean alone with the girls. But Judy is at a sleepover tonight so it'll just be me and Beth. Pretty sad with her out till tomorrow morning."

I could see the rubber band on her bikini panties through the light cotton dress. The dress was summer-flowery on a white background and I could see what looked like darker red or purple panties showing through the white. The dress was clinging hard to her ripe ass as she bent inside the cabinet and I don't ever remember a more inviting sight. 

At this point I was definitely getting horny but my thoughts were still tangled up between Mrs. W., Bethany and my backup girl Sam. What would it be like to have all 3 of them? At the same time? No, no that. But one after another on the same day. I must have been totally deluded about Mrs. W. for I found my fingers curled around the cell phone in my pocket as I pictured Sam in that position. Pretty easy to do actually since I had had her in that position more than once. Mrs. Williamson was sweeping out little jars and cans of stuff with her arm while never changing her body's position. 

"Thomas will go to these church conferences for days on end, blah, blah, blah. It's different I suppose when he needs me. Women are to be obedient and serve I suppose." A harsh laugh came from beneath the countertop. I didn't have anything to say to this but I did spot Mrs. W.'s drink on the counter. I sniffed and sipped it lightly while she continued to grumble. The floor was a mess of stuff I hadn't picked up yet. The drink seemed to be pure water, so whatever was going on with Mrs. W. it wasn't that she was drunk.

With that she pulled her torso and head from under the sink at last. She sat on her butt and started sweeping the jars and cans away from her with her arm. The dress had ridden up her thighs again with her legs flat on the floor in front. I saw her nice tanned legs again almost up to her panties, but the front view of course. She seemed oblivious. "You want to know something about women Ben?" She charged ahead without really checking to see if I wanted to know something about women. In fact I did, things were getting more interesting.

"Women have needs too. I'm fine being obedient to a man but not when he's preaching against the sins of the flesh and then expects his wife to do ....well, I better not say. It's really nothing too horrible, nothing all those young girls out there aren't doing nowadays at 15." I thought she was done but she gave it one more burst. "Still, he will preach against those girls. Ask Bethany. Like Beth needs a full time preacher for a dad!"

Now I looked at her face and the rest of her body, partly it was to keep from staring at her legs and where the panties might show at any moment, and partly because I could now see there was going to be some pretty open talk here about girls, sex and Bethany. I became curious, became more open and less awkward. So I looked at her and found nothing at all asexual then. A pretty face which I recognized for the first time was Bethany's face just some years advanced. Not that she looked old. There were these little lines around her eyes that no 18 year old is going to have, and her face seemed a little fuller and was obviously less girlish. I remember thinking she had beautiful teeth just like Beth, pure white and so even under her pretty smile. She had the same blonde hair, although shorter as it would be for the mom of a teenager. I realized that she wasn't very old for a mom -- maybe mid-30's? So she must have had Beth pretty young. Her chest and tits were heaving just slightly from the small exertion of cleaning things out, or maybe from the exertion of twisting herself into the display position she'd granted me. Whatever. But they rose and fell just slightly, and on the rise would fill out that pretty dress nicely. She must have been a couple of bra sizes bigger than Bethany, two nice handfuls or mouthfuls in my opinion. I think she knew then that I was studying her, but she didn't seem to mind it.

At this point I was thinking less about Sam and for the first time the words 'mother-daughter' came into my head. Those words rang like Thomas's church bell in my head when she shifted and a purple V from her crotch flashed at me.

She jumped up and we swept up the junk she'd left on the floor. Then I went under the cabinet. As I expected there was a reset button on the disposal and we had it running and the sink cleaned in about 2 minutes. I started to replace the items on the kitchen table under the sink but she stopped me. "Oh, don't go down there again. I can get those later." She stepped in pretty close to me and I could see a light sheen of sweat on her upper lip and forehead. Sexy sweat. "Don't you want some dinner? I suppose you and Beth were heading out for something to eat."




Bethany



"No ma'am, no thank you. We ..."

"Oh, call me Sarah why don't you. I don't wanna be your mom too." And laughter.

"Oh, sure thing. But we were just going to hang with some friends down at the lake. Probably wouldn't have got some food till later like 10 o'clock."

"Well then a drink. I say I mix us both a nice drink as some of your reward for helping a damsel in distress." She curtsied while using her fingertips to flare out the hem of her dress to each side. It had the effect of raising the front hem up to about mid-thigh. "You had no idea how much I needed a man for this."

Now I was completely relaxed. Light was finally dawning. I decided to let her lead in everything. She wanted it and was steering it. No sense in trying to take over when things were already looking so good. She seemed to me then like the anti-Beth, the bizarro-Beth, who looked the same, well mostly the same, but acted and reacted in exactly the opposite fashion of her daughter. I'm no expert on older women -- my oldest girl till then had been just 26, and that was just a blowjob. But I know when a woman needs to get fucked, and that Sarah had perfected this sexy submission act long before I came in the door. It came naturally and easily to her, like someone getting back on a bike they'd abandoned in the basement long ago.

"Why thank you Sarah. You're a peach." Made her blush with that one too.

She led me by the hand and plopped me on the couch end down below Beth's feet. Bethany was immobile, on her back and breathing nice and slow. Sexy that too. Sarah swept back toward the kitchen with a quick "Now don't you move a muscle Ben, I'll be back in a flash for you!"

I had that nice feeling of being horny, relaxed and calm all at once. I was guessing there was no question of where we were heading then. Still there was somewhere in my head saying "Don't get ahead of yourself. Maybe the mom is a whack job, maybe she's just a cock tease, maybe she just hates Beth and is using me against her daughter." But I didn't think so.

I glanced towards Beth while I waited. Her legs had shifted open while she was on her back and I realized I could see up her loose pleated skirt to her crotch and panties. Pink ones this time. I couldn't believe this was my first view of her cunt, or at least of her cunt under tight panties. Made me wonder too how it would have felt that night to strip them off of her and get her on her back. It was light enough in the room that I could even see a stray blonde hair or two curling out from the V of her crotch. All I could think then was "Not tonight darling, but soon." I guess everything else went away from me at that point, for here was the cunt that I'd been pursuing for a couple of months. Then I was startled back to reality.

"Enjoying the view?"

Sarah stood in the doorway with a clear drink in either hand. Although her words made me jump back to reality, and although she had clearly caught me checking out the view of her daughter's pussy, she seemed bemused rather than upset. I followed her lead. 

"It's pretty nice."

"I'm sure it is." Sarah advanced across the room and handed me a drink, then with a flourishing ass wiggle turned and went to the chair facing me at the opposite end of the couch above Bethany's head. She now sat on the edge of the chair rather primly, knees together and pointed slightly away from my line of sight. Still she was smiling.

"Well don't let me stop you."

"What if there's something better to look at?"

"Ha! She's 18 and I'm a ..."

"Mature woman?" I offered.

"Mature meaning what?"

"Well let's say I mean 'complete.'"

"Not 'old'? You sure?" Her face seemed shiny with heat although the room was cool.

"Sure I'm sure, and you don't look so old to me. You look.... I don't know. Well luscious. Like a peach. Like Sarah the ripe peach." Got her blushing again. She believed me and would do so because I was sincere, even with that young cunt peeping out at me through pink panties, and with one eye still on it, I was sincere and she knew it.

"You know I was young when I had her."

"I figured. Maybe 17?"

"Try 16. Thomas and I ... well you do the math. Beth was born a month before I turned 17. He was already 23 and studying for the ministry. Didn't stop him from acting like all the other guys in town then. And it didn't stop me from acting like every other girl in town. My problem was I started on the pill too late, just a week or two before....well before you know...before he fucked me for the first time. With us Rogers girls it's been proven that it only takes one good time." She let out a laugh, louder now since she was sure Beth was out of it, and looked away like she was remembering something. "It's why I get so mad at him now with his holier-than-thou bull to Bethany, to all the girls in town. It didn't stop him then when he wanted it, and it doesn't stop him today from needing certain things from me."

I waited for it and sipped the drink. Vodka from the taste of it. So we were drinking now, which was ok because I was pretty sure it was her first. You don't want them sloppy drunk to where they don't perform well, but one or two to smooth the glide path can be good in a girl, and I was sure good in a woman as well. I smiled at her.

"And I know what you two have been up to as well. The park? Yeah I know."

"OK."

"You had a little fun there I bet. You'd be surprised what a girl will tell her mother"

I nodded.

"Which means I also know that you haven't fucked her yet."

I nodded.

"Was it tonight? Going to be tonight?"

I nodded.

She sipped her drink for the first time and smiled back at me.

"I figured. And I say it's about time for her. She's 18 and I was only 16. Her damned father thinks a girl is a slut if she gives one blowjob. Don't worry that's Beth and my little secret." She flashed a bit of anger again. "Doesn't stop him from wanting a slut in his bed at night though. Doesn't stop him from using a slut when he's off on one of his 'theological conferences. '"

I sat back and waited. She shivered a bit as if casting off the anger and broke into that big smile. Pure white and her tongue ran over them in the sexiest way.

"So it's true what they say about girls nowadays?"

"What's that?"

"That you get a blowjob just for holding her hand or kissing her? That the girls are all swallowing cum and fucking by the time they are 16?"

"Something like that, but not exactly."

"Wasn't that different I suppose when I was a girl. I just never got a chance to really enjoy it before..."

She slouched back a little in the chair, getting comfortable. Now her giggle was that of a girl. She was getting younger and better looking in front of my eyes. Her knees turned towards me and opened just slightly. I looked at her and said one word: "Luscious." She smiled and spread her legs just a whisper more. So I wet the middle of my upper lip with the tip of my tongue, got her to say "Mmmm, I like that!"

"You're sure tonight was it?" She was standing and approached me, drink still in hand. There didn't seem to be much left in the glass but whatever was there she drained in one gulp.

"I'm sure. It was my call." I looked back down the couch to Beth's pussy and saw her panties even more exposed. I let Sarah watch me do it as she came across the room. I took a small sip of vodka.

"I know it was." Her foot snagged the carpet, intentionally or not, and some ice cubes went flying to the rug. Sarah was kneeling, scooping up ice from the rug back into her glass, then swiveled on her knees to face me with her hands on my kneecaps. "I know it was but you won't be sorry." She leaned in and I bent my face to kiss her mouth. Slow. Soft. Sensuous. Her tongue and mine lightly flicking. I held it for a long time before I let one hand drifted to her breast. I cupped her tit and then found the nipple through her dress and bra. I felt her then sucking in her breath as we continued the kiss. Finally she broke the kiss and repeated "No, you won't be sorry."

Her hands were up now unzipping me. I could watch Beth breathing as Sarah undid the belt with a tug. She was pulling down my pants as I reached in to unbutton the front of her dress. I got three of them undone before she shifted back to pull my pants off, saw enough to know she had on a scalloped fringed tan bra, a pretty one with nice cleavage showing as she bent. Her tits looked lovely and I quickly peeked at Beth on the couch, totally flat as she lay on her back. Tits disappear on a small girl when she's in that position. But I was willing to bet that Beth had on a matching bra. The fact that her mom's was a mismatched set told me that she hadn't planned this, for women always match when they know they're going to be stripped. My cock surged.

Sarah was saying "Quick now" as I stood to get her dress and bra off. She undid my shirt. All that was left on us were those purple panties but she couldn't wait. She pushed my chest slightly and I sat again. Then she was on her knees before me, cupping my balls and kissing up my thighs. "Oh my god you're so hard." I shifted to let my cock stand fully erect before her eyes. She kissed up the cock and swirled the purple head with a wet tongue. And then she sucked it. Rose up high on her knees to kiss the slit, lap twice and the head and then come straight down. The first plunge found the swollen head of my cock in the back of her throat. She didn't get to the root but damned near it. And then she sucked the way she kissed, nice and slow and wet and she cradled and caressed my balls with every slutty ride of her head into my lap. Never looked up to catch my eyes with some phony ploy of sexiness. She knew I was watching those lips slide straight down and then slowly drag up to swirl around the head. Her tongue was flying with little hummingbird laps along the underside of my cock as her lips and throat did the hard work. I had told her there was something better to look at than Beth's cunt and I'd meant it, but now I really meant it. 

I gave her her head as they say about a racehorse that has been inactive too long and needs to get out and run long hard and fast. Somehow I knew I would not cum until she'd had plenty of opportunity to express herself as a cocksucker. I took my time and let her feed the hungry hole inside a woman that wants a cock deep in her loving mouth. That wants to love it and suck it over and over again till her man explodes. My hand went to the top of her blonde head, not to force or guide but merely to watch it ride up and down on her every motion. I was letting her run.

When I came it was deep inside her throat but she nicely pulled back to mid cock to let shots of my juice fill her mouth. She never gave up the O ring her lips had made around the expanding, pulsating cock and she went right back to riding her head up and down the cock with her mouth full. She swallowed it all without ever giving up the cock and continued, softer now, cleaning, licking and leading my cock through her own cool down period.

She drew back with a final smack of her lips as they closed then fell to her side on the floor beneath me. I was panting and looked one more time over at the cute blonde curlies coming out of Beth's panties. It seemed to me for the first time that I could see the outline of Beth's cunt through the pink. I listened to Beth breath and to Sarah's more rapid breathing before I slid down on the floor next to her.

I spooned her from behind and found the band of those purple panties. I stripped them down off her ass then scooted down by her ankles to pull them off entirely. The ass which I had admired under the dress was now naked before me. It was a work of art, soft, round, supple and whiter than her tanned legs. The flair of her hips from a surprisingly narrow waist was lovely. It would have been nice to fuck her then but I needed to reward her efforts just as she had rewarded me. I flipped her on her back her legs spread wildly to give my first look at her blonde cunt. Dew from inside her seemed sprayed over the fine hairs of her pussy; the lips of her cunt were puffy and opened to a wet pink gash. I could see her little clit up top straining for release. I bent in and licked her then, bottom to top along her slit, but avoided the clit. I wanted that clit to beg a little more before we gave her a caress. Her hips shifted and my tongue went inside her delicious cunt. It forced open the walls of her vagina and I was fucking her with my tongue. Then one finger went inside her, fucking deeper up and under her pubic bone. Then 2 fingers and she began bucking like a bronco and making slutty noises to match. My tongue found her clit and I circled it, lathed it, suckled it and kissed it while my fingers fucked her deep. I backed my tongue away to make it beg some more. Took a finger out and very gently rode circles of her wet juices around the erect mini-phallus. I was biting her thighs and forcing her legs open wider, her cunt along with them. Then my two fingers were back inside her and my mouth covered the clit and sucked it in my mouth. I polished it lightly with the tip of my tongue and then let it free. Sarah was moaning loud now and I decided to finish her. I found the spot under her pubic bone again and stretched her cunt up and out, and then I zoomed onto her clit and lapped her gently. I was owning her cunt and clit then. She had no way out but to cum and to cum hard for me. And so she did.

I crawled up beside her and kissed her tits, her throat and her lips and mouth. Then I let her suck the gooey essence from my middle finger and then kissed her some more. She whispered in my ear "Amazing." I whispered back "Luscious." And started in biting her tits again. I knew I would probably leave a mark or two there, but by then her body and so her tits and mouth and cunt and ass were mine to do with as I pleased. So I did as I pleased and bit and sucked on her tits. My fingers found her pussy again but she begged off of being able to cum again then. She whispered "I have to save that for you." So we lay side by side kissing and me using her tits. My cock was getting harder by the minute and I signaled her by grabbing her ass cheek hard and pulling it open. I may have shocked her then, like it was her asshole I was about to do. But I was just getting her ready to be opened and there was no way I was going to cum in her ass before I enjoyed the feeling of bottoming out my hard cock inside her pretty cunt.

She flipped on her back and spread her thighs. I said "No, like in the kitchen." She looked confused. "No, like you were under the sink." Then she smiled up at me. I said "When a woman displays like that, presents herself like that, she needs to get fucked like that." She knelt up to turn over for me, to get on all fours. I could see her looking directly at Beth's face then and suddenly she almost came undone.

"I can't here....my bed... do me there."

"Uh-uh, here." I pushed gently between her shoulders and lead her head down to the floor. "Right here where we started." Her time to lead had ended. Now it was my turn and I was going to fuck her right where and when I wanted. Which was right here and right now. 

"Please, I just mean we should..."

I was pushing down on her back. Her head hit the floor gently, her back arched. Her ass rose up. I knelt behind her, right next to my girlfriend, and eased her ankles apart. A slight pressure on the small of her back and her cunt peeped out nicely and aligned to me for fucking. I rubbed the head of my cock along the wet slit and heard her moan start up again. There was no reason to wait now. I plunged in hard and it felt like I was splitting her peach once and for all. Back then and rocked in with my cock which had a mind of its own. Up to the root and the head of my cock was deeper inside a woman than it had ever been. I glanced down to see her white ass shimmer, to see the wet cock now slide in and out of her, her ass catching the rhythm of the fuck so she could join me hard when I started fucking harder. Made her cum again on my hard thrusts. Let her buck it out of her and then got her back on the trot so I could fuck her longer. Then I came in her with a roar and shot what seemed like a quart of cum in her. 

I feel beside her and she crawled into my embrace so we could play our cool down games again. I was pleased to see that a couple of the bite marks on her tits had already taken. They'd be a little black and blue in a few days and she'd need to cover up in front of her husband. She probably hadn't seen them yet. But I added one more while I finger fucked her again. Sarah came for the 3rd time on my fingers as I bit her nipples hard. I let her mouth clean my fingers again and then we were done.

It seemed to take forever for us to get moving after that. She lay on her back and I kissed her tits once or twice, just friendly like.

"I told you you wouldn't be sorry."

"You were right." We lay there another 10 minutes just regulating our breathing before either of us could move.

"Oh my god you were amazing." We were finally up on our knees with me sorting out my jeans and boxers from her dress, her bra and panties. Whatever fear she'd had of getting fucked right beside her sleeping daughter had disappeared. As I handed her the bra she nodded towards Bethany and said "Lucky girl." I laughed and kissed Sarah then and pulled her nipple because she was fresh. "No, I mean it. To have a lover like you as her first."

"First fuck" I said.

"Yeah. Her first fuck. My best fuck. Yeah, lucky girl!"

"Her first fuck but not our last one I hope" I said as I kissed her.

She smiled and we lingered over one final kiss. I turned to Beth and bent to kiss her sleeping mouth, wondering if some of the flavor of her mother's cunt juice would adhere. Sarah laughed and bent in for her own kiss of a daughter's lips, wondering I suppose the same thing about the sperm that had been in her mouth.

As I headed out the door she reached for my arm and said "Don't you wonder why? Don't you want to know? Why I was like ... that....all of a sudden?"

"Sounds like you want to tell me." I wasn't trying to be a dick. I don't do that with women I've just fucked, cause generally I like them too much. And I knew I liked Sarah. She looked a little hurt like I was too rough on her but before I could soften my reaction she went on.

"Well yeah. I suppose I do. I mean it wasn't like I planned this or like I was trying to screw things up for her with you."

"I know, at least I knew that it wasn't planned."

"OK smart boy!" She was smiling and happy. "How'd you know that?"

"Your panties and bra don't match."

She looked kind of confused then broke into a big smile. "Smart boy! Observant." Sarah gave me a big laugh and hug.

"But I did wonder if you were doing something to Beth, to get back at her or something."

"Oh my god no! I love that girl more than ... well more than anything. It's not that. I guess it's no one thing really. Just probably angry at Thomas. Which by the way he deserves. Still even that's not totally it. It's just that I had guessed that tonight was the night you were going to fuck her. And it got me -- I don't know why -- all hot and bothered thinking about it. Couldn't stop thinking about it these last 3 days."

"How'd you figure it out?"

"Well it was mostly just a guess but it made sense. Bethany seemed a bit spacey these last few days, like something big was on the horizon, and all lovey-dovey the way teenagers get. And I'd made some inquires about you, so I knew something about your track record with girls." I must have made a little face at this and she shot in "Don't worry, and please don't be surprised. Did you think the mothers in town don't know about you and your buddies? Or for that matter the girls in my bible class? They're not upset. They all like you." She stopped and kissed my lips softly. "And now I like you too..... So there! Anyway after that it just made sense that you'd fuck her soon."




Bethany



"But you knew about the blowjob in the park. Right?"

Sarah's face broke into a wide grin. "Not really. That was a guess too but I could see something had changed in her after that night. She's 18 and out with a sexy boy so I just put 2 and 2 together."

"But you knew it was the park? How'd you know if Bethany never told you?"

"Honey, girls have been giving their first blowjob in that park since my grannies time. She didn't have to tell me in order for me to have a good guess. A mother kind of senses when her daughter passes these thresholds .It seemed like a big one but not the biggest. So I figured: blowjob, not fucked, likely in the park."

Sarah had tricked me so I smiled back at her. She got me to admit exactly what was happening with me and Beth but did so as part of her seduction of me, a seduction which I was glad to benefit from. Still I could have corrected her on one thing. It wasn't the first blowjob; that one had taken place right on the couch where her daughter was still sleeping, right on the couch where Sarah had blown me herself. But I figured she didn't need to know that, so I let it go.

We kissed for the last time that night and I was out the door.

It was two weeks later that I fucked Beth for the first time. It took about a week for her period to clear and during that week she sucked me off maybe 3 times. Then she had to travel with her mom and dad to visit and aunt for the next week. So I ended up fucking her on the night of her return, almost like we had planned earlier for the night of my return. I did her right on that same couch too. Sarah had considerately insisted that Thomas take her to a play in town that night. And as Beth was in the kitchen getting us drinks (and what did that remind me of?) I got the following text from Sarah who must have still been in the car on the way to town: "God speed John Glenn! You go where no man before has ever gone." Tell you the truth I didn't get it. Who is John Glenn? But the 2nd part I recognized as being from one of those dorky sci-fi things like Star Wars or something and it was very obviously well meant. A minute later a 2nd text read: "Remember me a little? And don't forget to wear a nice thick coat. You know why!!!"

The play gave Beth and I about 4 hours alone together and we used them well. It was memorable as her first time of course, but to tell the truth she got so wound up it happened a bit too fast. She wanted me in her so bad that she wasn't really that wet and she was forcing my cock in before I ever got the condom out of my jacket pocket. So bareback after all. Still I did remember what Sarah had said about the 'coat' and did the next best thing. I pulled out after fucking her for about 5 minutes and raised my cock to her so I could cum in her mouth again. Bethany was, as ever now, eager to comply.

After we got the first one done we went in the backyard and played whiffle-ball for a while. Beth had on a sexy tee-shirt with no bra and it let her little tits swing nicely every time she missed a pitch. We were having so much fun together that we ended up having to run upstairs to her bed for the 2nd fuck with only about 45 minutes till her Sarah and Thomas were due home. The second one was much nicer. I got her off with my fingers while we kissed, then I put on the condom and let her ride me from above for a second cum. After that I came in her for the first time, in her even if it was all caught by the condom. 

I should mention that in those 2 weeks before I got inside of Beth, Sarah and I had no chance to get together. The closest we came was a day when I was picking up Beth early so she could accompany me on another college visit. Both girls were nicely dressed when I got in the house at 8 a.m. and Beth was finishing a bowl of cereal. I gave them each a friendly kiss on the cheek and I swear made Sarah blush more than Beth. 

Beth was running out of the room then. "Forgot the camera! I won't be a minute Ben!" And she was gone upstairs to her room. 

Sarah smiled that smile at me from across the room and said "This afternoon? After you drop her back she has the dentist at 3 p.m. She'll be gone at least 90 minutes." Sarah pulled up her top over a pale yellow bra that seemed to have little red hearts on it. I was nodding yes. It was 4 days since I'd done Sarah and I knew I wouldn't be getting either of them in the next week of their travel. I needed some Williamson family pussy to tide me over. I needed Sarah's pussy. So I was nodding yes as we heard Beth rummaging around up in her room. Then Sarah let down her top and pulled up her skirt, bunching it around her waist. Pale yellow panties with little red hearts on them and a sexy white lace fringe at the top. Wonderful.

"You match."

"I do. Figured there was no reason to be subtle."

"None I can think of."

So it was set. Beth came roaring down the stairs and we left for the college. The problem with our arrangement turned out to be Beth's little sister Judy. When Beth and I got back to her home we found Sarah pulling out of the driveway with a crying Judy in the seat beside her. It turned out that Judy had taken a softball in the eye in her game that afternoon and they were on the way to the doctor's to have it checked out. Sarah paused just a moment to whisper to me "Sorry! Going to have to rain check our date!" as Beth leaned in the opposite window to comfort Judy. And they were off. That's the way it goes some time.

There's just one more small part of this to tell. After the Judy incident their family went away for a week and I ended up fucking Bethany on the night of their return. After our second fuck we cleaned and aired out the living room and Beth's bedroom. Sarah and Thomas got back just on schedule but Beth had shooed me out the door 10 minutes earlier since she'd told them I was over just to do 2 math homework problems together. 

It was only 10:30 when I got down town to grab a bite to eat after my exertions with Beth. And who should I run into but Sam. We ended up sitting down together for cheeseburgers and it gave her a chance to check in with me on my progress with Beth.

Samantha is a slightly chubby girl who is very pretty, has those large soft round teenaged tits that some girls get, the ones with great big areolas to suck on, an awesome cunt and a mouth that earns every drop she gets. She's also multiorgasmic and very grateful to whatever get gets her engine humming. I mentioned earlier that I'd already fucked her a number of times.

"So did you do the dirty deed with Bethany?" She was totally casual about it as she poured some ketchup on her plate.

"Yeah, I did."

"Well thanks for the thanks! It's been more than 2 weeks since I talked to her for you. Give a girl some credit!"

"Yeah, sorry about that, but I didn't finish her till tonight."

"Tonight? Why on earth so long? And did you just come now from fucking that poor virgin child?" She gave me a wicked grin as if wanting to mock-punish me for deflowering Beth. Of course nothing was further from the truth.

I explained about the period and how things got delayed till 2 weeks later, to in fact that same evening. Sam was a girl who demanded details and I figured she deserved them since she had pitched in to help. So I ran through the story of our evening, including the whiffle-ball battle and the 2nd bout up in Beth's room. Of course I skipped everything about Sarah since a) Sarah deserved her privacy and b) Sam had certainly not pitched in to help on that one. So we were both satisfied by the end of the burger.

Sam asked me to come back to her house. We went up to her room to listen to some new jazz CD she was into. It got so late and we were so sleepy that we ended up in her bed together for the night. I woke her up about 3 a.m. to fuck her and ended up doing her 3 times, during which she might have cum (noisily) at least 10 times. I suppose her parents might have heard us but that was not going to be a big deal in her family. Our 3rd fuck was at dawn and I pulled out to spray cum over those gorgeous tits. Sam used her panties to wipe up the cum and then rolled over to get back to sleep. I took the opportunity to let myself out before I got trapped into a family breakfast.

As I drove home from Sam's the thought came to me that I had 2/3 of the fantasy come true, the fantasy I'd first conceived before fucking Sarah of getting Sarah, Bethany and Sam on the same day. Of course I'd done Beth on Saturday evening and didn't get inside Sam till early Sunday morning. Still I'd fucked the 2 girls within a total of 12 hours, twice with Beth and 3 with Sam. It made me wonder whether I'd have anything left for Sarah if I were able to get with her that afternoon. It was fun to wonder but it would probably not get tested that day for lots of reasons. I got in my house before anyone else was up, fell into my bed and fell asleep thinking about whiffle-ball, about Beth's jiggling pointy tits, about sinks and Sarah's ass and about cum on Sam's tits. I wanted to text them then, all three of them, to say....something. Then I was out. 



Bethany Benton's Birthday Surprise



Like mother like daughter. Based on the characters originally described in Mary Deanna's Anniversary Fuck by Anonymous.

It was Wednesday. That meant that we'd have Robert Dunbar over for dinner again. Robert is a black man who's supposed to be a friend of my parents, but I suspect that really isn't true. He's been the only black man we've ever had visit us. In fact, I've heard Dad argue with Mom over Robert's visits. Of course, it always ends the same way--Robert comes to visit us anyway. 

I didn't understand Mom's insistence that Robert come to dinner on Wednesdays, or that we had to be home to have boring old dinner with them that day, but there it was.

Mom is Deanna Benton--more accurately Mary Deanna Benton, but only Dad and Grandma call her that. Dad's name is Joseph, but he's always been Joe to the rest of the world.

Mom came home from work and began to fix supper. Wednesday suppers were always something special for her, and today she decided to cook her specialty, Mexican food.

"Bethany!" she hollered. "Would you bring your father's clothes down here to wash them?"

I yelled downstairs. "Why me?"

"Because I'm cooking." Then there was a pause. "You don't have to put them in the washer, just bring them down!"

"That's the hardest part," I called back.

"You keep telling me you want to be treated like an adult. I think you can handle it," Mom replied. 

So I began to gather up the clothes in Dad and Mom's room. Then I saw some things that surprised me. Since when did Dad wear navy blue silken briefs?  He's always been a cotton briefs kind of guy--plain white too. Since when was Dad a size 34 waist? He was a little paunchy and most of his briefs were size 46 or so. These briefs looked more the sort of thing Robert would wear. But why would Robert leave his underwear here?

All right, stop thinking like that. I shook my head and put the rest of the clothes in the basket. As I started to leave their room, I noticed the ankle bracelet, It barely hung out of Mom's jewelry case, but I realized she'd never worn it around us before. I put down the laundry and opened her jewel case. She had two anklets. Wow, way to come into the twenty-first century, Mom! The first anklet had a heart with an inscription on it--the letters read D-E-A-N-N-A. I smiled. Then I picked up the second. It too had engraved letters on a matching heart. But these letters read R-O-B-E-R-T.

What the hell? 

I put both ankle bracelets back in the jewel case. Deanna and Robert? It was then that I saw the corner of a single photograph—a Polaroid picture laying face down and hidden by Dad's shaving kit which he takes with him on business trips. I pulled the picture carefully out from beneath the leather kit.

It was a picture of Mom before she changed her hair color over the couple of months or so. It was also a picture of Robert. They were in some cheap motel room.  He was buck naked and laying atop Mom who was also bare naked. There wasn't too much I could see, but I paled anyway. I could sure as hell guess what must have been happening.

No wonder Dad didn't want Robert to come over for Wednesday dinner. Mom wasn't just a friend of Robert, she was seeing him--fucking him!

But then who took this picture? No, it couldn't have been Dad.

I unzipped Dad's shaving kit, and I discovered he had dozens of Polaroids rubber-banded inside. I wanted to look at them all, but before I could, I saw Dad's car pull up into the driveway. 

"Bethany, your father's home. Hurry up with that laundry!" 

"I'm coming!" I shouted. "Keep your pants on!" God, I don't believe I said that. 

I packed the shaving kit back up and quickly hid the photo underneath it once again. Then I grabbed the small pile of laundry and hurried downstairs into the laundry room. 

Not long after Dad arrived, Robert pulled up into the driveway. He wasn't as old as my Mom. She was forty years old. If he was less than ten years younger than her, I'd be surprised. He couldn't have been thirty yet. As I watched him get out of his car, I vowed there and then that tomorrow I'd look at those pictures for sure. Why did I have to put myself through this? Why the curiosity? I couldn't answer that. But I had to know, didn't I?

"So, Bethany, your birthday's coming up soon," Dad said at the dinner table that night. "Anything special you want?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I'll have to think about it."

"What are you going to be? Twenty-one? Twenty-two?" Robert teased.

"Stop it, Robert!" Mom said. "Don't rush her. Let her enjoy her eighteenth birthday while she can."

"It's just that she always seemed older than her years," he answered. "She's a very mature young lady."

"Like Mary Deanna said, don't rush her," Dad added gruffly. "She's growing up fast enough as it is." I didn't quite understand the underlying tone in his voice. It was almost as if Dad was jealous.

After dinner on Wednesday night they did what they always did on Wednesday night--sent us to our rooms. My brothers didn't like it, and neither did I. When the noises began, I slipped out to see if Robert had left. There was no sign of Robert downstairs. But, his car was still parked in front. I went down the side hall to see if Robert was sleeping in the guest room. His stuff sat in there, but he wasn't.

Apparently the only person downstairs was me. Dad wasn't downstairs. Mom certainly wasn't downstairs. In fact, from the sounds of the moaning coming out of her bedroom, it was obvious that Mom was up there. As quietly as I could, I crept back upstairs.

Carefully, I tried their bedroom door. Of course, it was locked. In the old days, you might peep through the keyhole, but we had modern doors, so that was out. But there was so much noise going on in the bedroom that I doubt they even realized that I'd tried the door handle. I put my ear up to the door.

"You getting this, Joe?" Robert's voice said. "You getting a good shot of your wife opening up under a big dicked black man?"

Holy shit!

I just barely heard Dad grumble. "Yeah, I got it."

And all this time Mom was moaning like there was no tomorrow. 

"You may be Joe's wife, Deanna Benton," I heard Robert announce loudly. "But whose woman are you?"

Then a small mousy voice, Mom said something I couldn't hear.

"Whose woman?" Robert demanded again.

"Yours," Mom replied. "I'm yours, Robert."

"Damn right."

My God, now I understood. Jesus, I needed to see those photos more than ever. It would be the next day before I got my chance. As soon as I got home from school, I scouted out Mom and Dad's room. Her nightie lay partially ripped on the floor tossed to one side. Last nights panties had been thrown in the waste basket. Jesus Christ, they were all dried up sticky in the crotch. What was that all about?

I had to look at the pictures so I quickly made my way to Dad's shaving kit. I knew Dad wouldn't be home for another two and half, maybe three hours and since Mom always worked late on Thursday night--now I understood why!--he'd be the first one home other than the boys, and they'll hang with their friends for a couple of hours after school.

My own friends didn't understand when I told them I had to go home; it was the first Thursday in a long time that I didn't decide to go off with them. But, I told them I needed to clean the house for my parents, and not only did it stop them from asking, but it guaranteed that they'd stay away from my place for a while.

The one picture left underneath the shaving kit was gone. Did they know I found it? I went ahead and unzipped the shaving kit anyway. Inside the shaving kit were a few dozen pictures held in place by a rubber band. I was so anxious that my hands shook as I undid the rubber band. I almost lost a few as the band snapped off.

I literally gulped when I saw them. I couldn't flip through them fast enough. There was Mom on her knees sucking Robert's dick in one, and Robert with his head buried between Mom's legs in another. In one shot she opened her mouth and eyes in sheer pain, while Robert bent behind her. For a second I didn't get what was going on, then I understood. My eyes went wide, and my mouth had fallen open.

"Omigod!" I whispered. His cock was huge, and he was sticking it in her butt! How could she?

There were all sorts of photographs of Mom letting Robert take her--there! You know, in her vagina. She laid on her back, or she stood on all fours with her ass up in the air. He sat on the side of the bed, and she sat right across his lap. There was even one with Robert standing up, while Mom appeared to be wrapped all around him.  

Mom never looked so gloriously happy. No wonder he told her to say that she was his woman. By all appearances, Mom had gone happily into Robert's arms. Worse yet, she'd happily allowed Robert to put his black dick inside of her. I knew that Daddy couldn't be too happy about the whole situation. His wife was seeing--that is fucking another man, a black man, but why was he letting it happen in his own house?

One photograph of Mom showed her laying next to Robert and she had an enormous amount of white liquid all over her loins. This shot was close enough that I could even see the little droplets in her pubic hair.  Another one following it was shot even closer, plus I could see Robert's long dick resting beside her, nestling into her hip.

"Mom?" I didn't even know I'd said it out loud until I heard my voice in the stillness. "Oh, God."

I whipped through all of them one more time. My eyes examined every inch I could of Robert's body in those photos. No picture of a man--hell, no man had ever moved me like this before. 

Then I thought of something. Where was the shot I saw yesterday? I opened Daddy's sock drawer and looked inside, then I opened the drawers underneath it one at a time. The picture sat in a drawer down toward the bottom, but then I saw something that made matters more immediate. There were two video tapes stuck down inside that same drawer. They were labeled MDAF and HALLOWEEN.

MDAF? The MD could only stand for one thing--Mary Deanna! I rushed the first tape downstairs and placed it in the VCR. Oh yeah, bad lighting, grainy--this was definitely homemade. Just like Aunt Jill's wedding tape, only that tape had never followed the happy couple this far.  No, it had never gone this far! I watched Mom leaning against Robert while he slid a dark finger right up into her naked cunt, and soon she was on her knees in front of Robert slowly bringing him off with her mouth. 

When Robert told her to, Mom turned toward the camera and said, "Oh God, darling, I love sucking his big black cock! I can't seem to get enough of it!"

"Open your throat baby," Robert ordered. "You're gonna take all of it before I'm through here." When he came Robert spurted all over her face and hair and even her breasts.

"Your wife is a damn good cocksucker. Joe. I oughta know. I taught her!"

Breathing hard, I touched my own breasts as I watched. Robert's stiff cock dipped down for a few seconds, and then as he licked Mom's pussy he made himself hard again. He was so impressive, I had to touch myself for just a second. I ached! Oh, God, did I ache. When my fingers hit the fleshy outer rim of my pussy, I felt better, yet I felt worse.

Wouldn't this jittery, aching feeling ever go away?

I continued to watch, and soon I saw and heard Mom ask Dad if he'd ask Robert to fuck her. He had to ask or Robert wouldn't give Dad his anniversary present. Yeah, I was confused all right. This was crazy--absolutely crazy. Then the strangest thing happened.

"I think you're ready now for this black cock, aren't you Mary Deanna?" Robert said.

"Oh yes! I'm ready for it," Mom answered.

"Tell him like I told you to tell him," Robert quietly ordered. "And look at him when you do it!"

Mom looked directly into the camera and said, "Fuck my cunt! Give me your big beautiful black cock. Put that hunk of black cock-meat inside me. Please! Please, fuck me."

Robert retorted, "You want me to fuck your white cunt with your husband watching us? Do you baby?"

"Yes! Yes please! I want you to fuck me with my husband watching. I want him to see how a black man fucks his white wife!"

"Wow," I whispered, totally fixated on the screen.

"Tell him the rest of it," Robert directed.

Mom, still looking into the camera, said, "Ask him to fuck me, darling. I want you to give him your permission to fuck me in front of you." Then after a pause, she said, "And say please."

"Robert. Y-you have my p-permission to fuck my wife. Right here. Right now. There was a short pause. Then Dad said, "Pl-please fuck Mary Deanna."

"Whoa!" I sighed. I'd just heard Dad ask Robert to fuck his wife--I mean to fuck my mother! I couldn't believe it. 

"OK, buddy," Robert sneered. "I'll fuck your white wife and give her the best fucking she ever had. So pay attention and you might learn something. But when I get done with her she won't be wanting your tiny white cock anymore!"

I figured out that this was the video of the very first time Mom and Robert fucked. Of course, it wasn't to be the last time. Or the last video for that matter. I kept looking at Robert's body--all that animal-like masculinity fit him. He didn't mind standing there naked or in this case laying on top of the bed naked. He didn't mind that his ass bounced up and down all the while Mom groaned louder and louder. Then with a grunt and a scream, I could tell that the situation between Mom and Robert had changed. 

"Darling, look at me!" Mom commanded. "Darling, is this what you wanted?"

I could hear Robert's moaning and Dad's heavy breathing.

"Look at your wife, darling," she purred. "Here I am totally naked before you. My legs are spread wide and a big-pricked black stud is fucking my cunt with his long thick black cock."

"Go, Mom," I whispered. At that moment I saw Robert slowly worm his thumb into my mother's ass-hole.

"See how easily it glides in and out of my hot wet white woman's pussy. Isn't it wonderful, darling? Don't you just love this? This is what you wanted isn't it? A black man fucking your wife!"

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Dad blurted out. Then he added very softly. "Y-yes, my love this is exactly what I wanted!" 

"Happy Anniversary, Darling!" Then Mom went ballistic. First she sighed on the tape, "I'm cumming." The her voice went higher and louder. "I'm cumming. I'm cum...!" Then she literally screamed, "Oh, fuck me, Robert. Don't stop fucking me. Fuck me all night! Uggnnhh! Fuck me."

Then with a squeal she cried out, "Fffuckkk meeee."

Robert's balls had been slapping against my Mom's wet ass. Now they'd shrunk up into the sack and his ass muscles were bunched up tight. He was close to cumming himself. I don't know how I knew that, but I did.

Mom screamed out once more.

Robert pulled his thumb from my Mom's asshole and with a strong convulsive thrust, and a loud grunt, he dumped his load into her. The camera showed his nut sack contracting time and time again as his black balls pumped warm, sperm deep into my Mom's hot, wet and oh-so-willing white cunt.

"Holy fucking shit!" Dad shouted out loud. Then there was a murmur of despair. "He's not using a condom."

Dad yelled something off-camera. and Robert slowly rolled off of Mom leaving a trail of white liquid all over her loins, her thighs, and the bed. Mom's hands went right to the liquid and she played in it running one, then two, then all her fingers slowly through her pussy.

"Oh, my," she said. But instead of getting up in a panic, Mom just laid there and slipped her fingers in and out of her white caked hole. I realized I was doing pretty much the same thing, when I heard noises outside on the porch.

The boys were home. Damn! I had to get the tape out of there fast. No time to rewind, maybe I could rewind it tomorrow. I rushed the tape upstairs and put it away as close to how it looked prior to my taking out as I could manage. My own panties were soaked from all the visuals I saw. Oh, God, were they soaked.

Oh, yeah, I thought, visuals of Robert. Something about Robert made my mommy turn into his property, and something else made Daddy give her up to Robert. What was Robert's secret? I realized that I wanted to find out, and I also realized that I wanted to find out very soon.

###

On Friday, Mom gave me money to go to the movies with my girlfriends. She was all dressed up and planning to go out on the town. I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra, so I carefully scrutinized the short skirt she wore for visible pantie lines. There weren't any--which would figure if she wore the right kind of pantyhose. But, she wasn't wearing any. She also wore both ankle bracelets on the same leg--the left leg. 

"Mom, if you have two ankle bracelets, why not wear one on each leg?" 

"This is the new style," she replied. "It sort of has a special meaning."

"Really? What's that?"

"Aren't you going to be late for your movie?" she replied.

The change of subject wasn't too subtle now, was it?

Mom usually told us she was going to visit a friend. Funny though, I realized that this friend wanted her to wear no bra, no panties, no pantyhose, and a couple of anklets that said Deanna and Robert. Now I think I understood why Dad had been so unhappy when she went to visit her friend. We both knew the identity of her friend, only I didn't let on that I knew.

My mother left in her convertible, and that was it for Friday night. She always came back from her visits with her "friend" late. Late--like Saturday morning or Saturday afternoon. One time she spent the whole weekend with her "friend."

I went off to the movies to see something full of sorcery and magic. I tried to convince my friends to see a romance, but they thought I was crazy. They wanted to see the magical blockbuster instead. But, as I watched the movie, I kept dreaming about the magic that my white mother was making with a black masculine sorcerer named Robert Dunbar. I'd seen his magic wand on the small screen, and I knew that he could wield it with potent strength.

On Saturday, Dad went golfing, and my brothers took off. I had the opportunity to rewind that videotape--except I didn't. I continued to watch the saga of my mother and Robert in the motel.

"Tell him where you want me to fuck you now!" Robert said to Mom on tape.

Mom looked at the spot off camera where Dad stood, and said in a throaty but clear voice, "I want you to sodomize my ass. I want you to fuck my asshole Robert. Please. Fuck my ass."

I think I blushed when I heard her say those words. Did my mother just say that? But I could see the pain on her face. She grunted and moaned as his large shaft stretched her.

"Big. Too big! It hurts," Mom cried. "Ooowww...can't take it all."

"You'll take it lady," Robert told her. "You'll take every inch of my cock in your ass." His thrusting began to increase in tempo and Mom's discomfort and pain soon turned to red blushing arousal. I saw her pushing back to meet in incoming thrusts, and grunting with increased pleasure as his cock plowed her rectum. Soon she was making those throaty noises as her body climaxed again and again spewing her love cum from her open snatch.

"God I love ass fucking a white woman," Robert said looking off camera. "Especially in front of her husband!"

Damn! I thought. My mom is having an orgasm as she is being butt fucked by Robert. I wouldn't have believed it unless I was seeing it myself.

"Oh, baby! I just love filling a white wife's ass with my jizz," Robert said as he looked at the camera. "It's the ultimate thing to take from her."

Mom lay on her back and spread her legs, she rubbed her pussy and fingered herself as Robert moved up to her head and placed his slime covered cock into her mouth. Without hesitation, even considering where it had just been, my mother licked and tongued his softening cock, cleaning it for him. 




Bethany Benton's Birthday Surprise



Then, slowly Robert crawled back on top of Mom. He wanted to fuck her once again.

As she moved very slowly under Robert, my Mom turned back to my father, and said, "Do you love me darling?"

"Why yes, of course I do, Mary Deanna," Dad replied, although I heard a tremor in his voice.

"Even after what you saw me do tonight with Robert?" she pressed. "Things I never did with you?"

There was a long enough pause for me to mutter. "Well, Dad. Do you?"

"Y-yes, honey. I still love you. Even after what I saw you do with Robert tonight."

A thankful look spread over her face. Then she said, "Who am I?"

"Why you're my wife, honey," Dad answered on the tape.

"Yes, I am your wife, darling, and what am I to Robert?"

On tape, Dad wrinkled his forehead. "Umm, you're the one he just fucked. His...uhh...mistress."

"Yes, I am his mistress, now! But what else am I?" Mom inquired again.

"I don't know," Dad confessed.

Mom looked into Robert's face and eyes. Smiling, she said, "I am his woman!"

I was shocked to hear her say it. Apparently Dad was too. "No, you're not. You're my wife, Mary Deanna, my woman!" 

Shaking her head on camera, Mom said, "No, you are wrong, Joe. Not anymore. Tonight I am still your wife. But I am his woman!" She kissed Robert's mouth, Frenching him passionately. Looking back to Dad she said, "Darling, I know it's hard for you to accept, but no female can be the woman of another man and do what I did with Robert. What I am planning to do again with Robert!"

The taped ended.

I exhaled and sat listening to her stunned. She'd felt this way two months ago about Robert? She'd had over two months of sheer sexual excitement. Funny, although Dad can turn figures and keep a balanced budget, I knew instinctively that he wasn't good enough to hold onto Mom in bed. Strange. Why did I feel that way?

I knew that Dad's golf game wouldn't last forever, although I could count on my brothers to stay away for a while. Still I decided to rewind the tape. Of course, I wondered if anyone besides my Dad and Mom and probably Robert have ever seen this. I decided to look through the photos again. This time I matched most of the photos with a scene from the video.

Jeez, what's on the second tape? Halloween? Suddenly I heard one of my brothers come in the back door. The sound scared me, but I took a deep breath and put the rubber band back around the pictures.

For about two months, Mom's been different, and now I knew why. She'd discovered that the true love of her life had a black cock. Man, would Grandpa Benton hate that. Good thing he won't find out.

I went downstairs to fix lunch for my brother, but all the time I was spreading mayonnaise on white bread, all I could think about was a large dark piece of beef. Funny though, I suddenly knew what I wanted for my eighteenth birthday.

###

On Monday morning before she went off to work, Mom threw up. I asked her if she had the flu, and she said the strangest thing: "Lord, I hope so."

She got better by Monday night, but Tuesday morning she felt sick again. "Listen, Bethany, don't tell your father or...uh...Robert that I've been feeling queasy in the morning, OK?"

I shrugged. "Sure, if that's what you want."

"Let's just keep it our little secret."

On Wednesday, Robert came to supper as usual. He started to tease me about my upcoming birthday and my idea for a gift.

"All right, Bethany, have you decided what you really want?"

"I guess I want a little of what my mother is getting." I smiled innocently at him.

"What?" he looked at me rather strange. "Y-you want what?"

"You know," I said with a smile. "She's got those beautiful gold ankle bracelets. That's what I'd like."

"Aha," Robert said guardedly. "You'd like an ankle bracelet?"

"Mom has two of them, and she won't let me wear either one."

"She won't, eh?"

"Nope," I replied. "So with any luck maybe I can get one of my own. Maybe you'd like to give me one."

"Bethany, do you know which ankle you'd like to wear them on?"

I thought about when my mother left the house wearing ankle bracelets. "I hadn't really thought about it," I lied. "Probably the left."

I caught Robert by surprise. "The left?"

"Yeah," I answered. "I think so. Do you think the left is a good idea?"

Robert smiled. "I think it's a great idea."

Thursday, I skipped my last class to go home sick. I didn't know if it would work, but it did. I pulled the Halloween tape from it's box and put it in, This tape was much different than the other. It was edited and titled: An Angel's Gang Bang featuring Mary Deanna Benton.

Holy shit!

As the camera irised up from black, two naked black men stood beside Mom who was dressed nearly naked in a costume which had a halo and a set of wings. The mesh negligee was totally see-through otherwise. Slowly the camera exchanged shots of the men and Mom. Their cocks hung semi-erect and were as black as coal. Then Robert Dunbar stepped forward to narrate. 

"I want you to meet Mary Deanna Benton who's married to a real cracker named Joseph Benton of Benton Manufacturing. Tonight Deanna is going to get her very first gang bang fucking. My imps are gonna put some potent pitchforks right inside this white angel." 

At this the two black guys on camera began touching Mom. One of them fondling her breasts, groping her ass and running their hands between her legs. I was really trembling in anticipation for Mom.

It didn't take a psychic to see that Mom had never had more than one man doing her at a time. This was surreal--frightening, I could see that in her face, but very erotic, too! I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about Mom being stroked and fingered by these men. I got very tense watching the events unfold. 

They put Mom on a bed propped up on all fours. One black man stood in front of her and stuck his cock in her face. She opened her mouth so he could feed his shaft between Mom's lips. The second man one put his face against her vagina and started to lick and finger her. I watched his tongue shoot out and grind itself into her pussy.

"Wow," I murmured. "Jesus, Mom."

Mom's body responded to the pussy-licker as his tongue began to excite her. Soon she sucked the other guy's cock in earnest. I could tell she found it very pleasant to have a cock in her mouth while another tongue plied her pussy. 

"Enjoy the show everyone," Robert said. "Especially you, Deanna." 

Then he walked out of the room, and I saw Mom begin to panic. She wanted him there. 

Suddenly Mom shifted as a hard cock pressed against her labia. The camera got a perfect shot as the erected dick cleaved between the soft lips. I watched enraptured as it slipped into Mom slowly, very slowly. I gasped involuntarily at the same time Mom did on videotape. 

Mom became very aroused as her inhibitions against two different sex partners crumbled. I could tell she was enjoying the feeling. Mom could be a real slut.

One man groaned slightly, while the other one said, "Not bad, eh, lady?" 

"Umm-mm," she said, as she put more effort into sucking the cock in her mouth and was soon rewarded with a mouthful of cum. No sooner had he pulled out than a third cock was offered to her mouth. Then with a grunt, the stranger fucking her let go and his cock shot sperm into her pussy.

He was rapidly replaced by another new cock. Robert sent new men in as soon as one group would blew their load inside of her. First one then another, and then even more, until a nasty voice spoke in the microphone loud enough for everybody to hear: 

"Hello, Mrs. Benton. You don't know me, but your husband does. He got me fired. But I am getting even now. I am fucking his 'devoted and proper wife', and Joe Benton doesn't even know. But he will!"

For what seemed like hours she endured fuckings that were doggie style, missionary, Mom-on-top, cowgirl, every which way. I couldn't keep track of how many men Robert sent to her. I only knew she was getting royally fucked. 

I was hot, too. For some reason, I was turned on with the idea of so many men fucking her.  Mom came many times. Sometimes screaming, sometimes whimpering, sometimes she talked hot and nasty when they did. Other times she remained silent.

"Oh, man," I said wide-eyed and panting right along with her.

I only knew Mom was thoroughly enjoying this gangbang. I remember they supered letters right over one particular cock. The letters read 11+ inches. He was huge. I guessed he was even thicker than Robert. Each time Mom came down on it, she made a face. He had to be really, really deep.

As the fucking got hotter, a third pair of hands started touching her. Mom was straddling a well hung black guy when number three touched her everywhere and eventually moved behind her to position himself to shoved his ebony penis against her asshole.

Now I could see that Mom was nearing sensory overload.  She had a cock in her mouth, another in her pussy, fucking her wildly, and a third trying to enter her ass. Soon this new cock disappeared right into her butthole. 

I realized that she'd become the recipient of a triple penetration! Mom screamed loudly, or as loud as she could, momentarily spitting out the big dick in her mouth. 

"God, yessss! Fuck me! It feels so good!"

Through the course of the evening Mom had been fucked by twelve men. I admit I went back and counted. Each man had cum in her multiple times--in all of her holes. Mom had been very well used, even submitting to three triple penetrations. 

At the very end, Robert stood Mom in front of a mirror. She had rashes all over her from her body being used by so many men. 

"Look at you," Robert said to the camera. "Your pussy's so swollen, it's bright red. And you've got cum, jism, semen, and sperm everywhere! In your mouth, on your face, in your hair, on your eyebrows and in your ears."

Mom looked up at Robert and her eyes began to tear up. 

"Deanna's pubic hair is soaked and matted with sperm. Her pussy and ass are dripping with the full loads of a dozen different men."

For a moment her face looked horrified. However, Robert pulled her close to hug her tightly.

"I'd say that you have the glow that only a very thoroughly fucked woman might have."

There the tape ended.

###

It was Tuesday again. Tomorrow would be Wednesday and I needed to get a private note to Robert. Mom had been throwing up every morning probably six out of seven mornings per week. I wondered how she covered it when she stayed the night with Robert? Pretty soon I'd have to ask her.

I sat in class on Tuesday and I composed a note for Robert—actually I wrote five of them until I was sure that one of them was absolutely right. My final note read: 

Dear Robert, 

I've thought long and hard about it, and I know what I want for my birthday. No matter what my parents think, eighteen is not too young to find love. I want the same love my mother has. The very same kind of love. She has a secret she has been hiding from you and from Dad, so you'll need to meet me some place and some time alone--no mom--no friends--and I will tell you that secret. Afterwards you can do something for me. 

Love, Bethany Benton.

I wrote my cell phone number at the bottom of the note. "I have some ideas for my birthday gift listed here," I told him in the living room as I slipped him the note. "But as they say in the spy movies this is For Your Eyes Only."

I got his call the next day. "There's a place I want you to see," he told me. "It isn't special to the rest of world, but it carries a lot of significance for me."

We agreed to meet at the mall. 

"Look at you?" Robert broke into a big smile when he saw I wore Mom's black velvet chocker with the cameo. I raised my left foot and showed him the ankle chain. 

"I borrowed this from Mom's jewelry box."

"Is that so?" He gazed down my leg in appreciation of its shape.

"It's the one that says Robert."

Again his wide lips opened up to show my his white teeth. Of course, I think his teeth were the only thing that was white about him. 

"Here. Happy eighteenth birthday, sweetheart," he said, as he handed me a small white box. I opened the little birthday gift I got from Robert, I looked down at two lovely golden chains—ankle bracelets I knew right away. One of them had the inscription Bethany on it, and the other said Robert.

"They're--" I shook my head. "They're beautiful."

"Mm-hmm," he said. "So are you young lady. So are you."

Then Robert drove me to a small motel well off the main highway. As soon as I walked in the door, I knew. "This is the place where you made the first tape!"

"Ahh," Robert said. "So you know about Mary Deanna's Anniversary Fuck. Yes, this is the very same room where that video was shot."

"Wow," I said in a small voice. I walked around the room inspecting everything about it.

In a matter of moments, Robert took off all his clothing piece by piece. In life and up close, his black dick was even more impressive than it looked on the TV screen.

"Are-are you going to use a condom?" I asked him quietly--very quietly.

Robert grinned. "No. I never use condoms. Your note said you wanted the same kind of love your mother has. I never use a condom with her."

"Then that's why--" I whispered.

"That's why what?"

I looked up at him. "I-I'll tell you afterwards."

I took my clothes off. But he signaled that I was to leave Mom's choker and cameo on as well as my ankle bracelets.

"Did you ask around to find out why you wear your ankle bracelet on your left foot?"

I shook my head no.

"Then I'll tell you when the time is right." 

"Am I OK, Robert?" 

"What?" 

"I mean, am I pretty?"

"Honey, with your clothes off, you are one sweet sight for any man to see." He placed his palm upon my shoulder. "C'mere." 

As I walked into his big, strong arms, I whispered to him, "I-I don't know what to do?"

"I know. Don't worry about it. I'll do it all for you."

I don't know quite how it happened. All I remember is standing up one second and then being lifted off the floor the next.

"What's gonna happen now?" I whispered.

"We're gonna make a little girl into a woman," he replied.

I'm afraid it all went very fast for me.

Robert moved his hands to the back of my knees and pushed the top of my thighs up to my shoulders. My pussy was almost vertical and I later found out that it was in an attitude for maximum penetration. I could feel the lips of my vulva swell with blood and the whole hyper sensitivity of my situation. Suddenly something thick and huge moved against my pussy and I felt myself stretched like I'd never been stretched before.

"This part is gonna hurt, sweetheart," Robert said as he stood over me. "But it's the last time you'll ever be hurt this way by a man."

Suddenly, I knew pain! A ripping burning pain that turned me inside out for a second. I must have screamed.

"Shh-shh," he murmured. "It'll stop in a moment."

It did. But it took longer than a moment.

Then he moved! That felt strange.

At first, I didn't understand why he continued to move in and out. But each new thrust brought me closer and closer to something so spectacular I didn't know how to describe it. Curiously, he continued pressing in and out of my loins and each time it was easier than the time before. I sighed and gasped and then panted under his weight. 

Now he steadily increased the speed of his thrusts until he was ramming his shaft full length into me--fucking me hard, fast and deep. His rapid fucking had brought me to the brink of something I didn't expect. His cock hyper-extended although I didn't know it at the time, and he shoved his length deep inside of me. 

Squirming now, then bucking my hips up and down trying to match the rhythm of his thrusts. I remembered Mom thrashing her head back and forth on the bed, her hands running over his back. Her long fingernails digging into his back leaving long dark scratches and deep marks in his ebony skin. Now I finally understood why.

I gasped so hard, I could hardly breathe.

"Tell me, Bethany," Robert said calmly. "Tell me the secret you wanted to tell me about your mother." Then he stopped cold. Even though he was still deep inside me, Robert stopped moving.

"What?" I squirmed and bucked, trying to keep him going.

"Unless you tell me your mother's secret, we're going to stop right here and now."

No, my mind said. No! "Keep going! Please?"

"Tell me."

"I think Mom might be pregnant," I said. "She's been throwing up in the morning."

Robert started to move once again, and my body craved the relief. As long as he moved inside me, the release of my pent up tension could move further forward. "Oh," I gasped in relief. "Thank God."

"God ain't got nothing to do with it," he groaned. "It all boils down to the flash point between you and me." Then he thrust deep within me one more time. "Right in here."

I breathed hard, panting two, then three, then four times. "T-tell me," I panted. "Tell me about the ankle chains."

Robert laughed. "Oh Bethany, Bethany, Bethany. It's no secret. The ankle chains on the left ankle mean that you fuck black men only."

I grinned. Then I slurred a long, "Ooohh."

"Do you know what comes next?" he murmured. "Do you know what I have to do?"

"I think so," I answered. "You have to--"

"That's right, I have to mark you as mine!" Robert moved ever faster inside me. "Because you're mine to mark. Your mother's going to have a baby which may or may not be mine, but for the next month or so, the only man you're ever going to have is me. Do you understand?"

I nodded.

"So when you have your first black baby, we'll both know who the father will be. Won't we?"

My mouth dropped open. "Ba-baby?"

"Mm-hmm," Robert repeated. "Your baby is going to be my baby. Do you understand?"

Once again, I nodded. "Really?"

"Oh, yes," Robert laughed and his laughter filled me with both a trembling delight and a fearful moment of anticipation. "It's really very simple. Deanna's pregnant; so, you're going to have a baby brother or sister who's half black. Nevertheless Deanna and Joe are gonna have a half black grandbaby. Do you understand, Bethany?"

I whimpered. "Oh!"

"Do you understand what I'm saying, Bethany Benton?"

I nodded. "Y-yes."

"Good. I'm glad we got that straight." Suddenly Robert started to breathe unbelievably hard, and, as he brought himself down closer to me, I could feel a throbbing deep inside that matched the panting and gasping of his chest. 

"Oh, yes!" he cried out. "There. There we are!" Robert grunted a prolonged feverish grunt. "Arrgghh." 

Everything turned to liquid between Robert and me. Nevertheless, it was a curious wet--a wetness that I could feel, yet could not see. Then the wetness seeped quickly outward and spread on the bed.

"The fact is, it probably won't happen today or even tomorrow," said Robert, breathing hard. "However, the time will come later this month when we'll have to tell Deanna and Joe how much their little girl has grown into a woman."

###

It was the end of November. I thought of November as starting to stay inside weather. My black lover, Robert figured any weather was inside weather.

My whole world reeled right in the middle of the holiday season. But everything I could think of for a holiday celebration had to do with sex. In fact, I was supposed to be out shopping, but I met Robert at the mall, and we went back to the motel together. After all it was inside weather.

I found myself, unable to say why, but I just stared at this tall very good looking black man. Robert Dunbar is about 6' 4", and weighs about 210 pounds. His shoulders are broad, his hips are fairly slim, and he is about twelve years older than I am. Close cropped hair, a bushy mustache, impeccably dressed, and politely mannered, no wonder Mom said all the women at work chase after him.




Bethany Benton's Birthday Surprise



But I couldn't help but wonder why he chased after me. Still it was a brand new day. I couldn't help myself, I stared at Robert.  I stared at Robert's dark skin. He was so God damned black, that I had to wonder if his family ever had any white blood mixed in. I even stared at the way his mouth was shaped. He was puffing on one of those black tobacco cigarettes.

He caught me staring. "Are you just going to sit there and stare, or are you going to take your clothes off?"

My hands went for my blouse buttons, and then I stopped. "Give me a cigarette," I demanded of Robert.

"Don't start smoking," he answered as he put his own cigarette out. "It's not good for you."

"C'mon! After all, I'm not too young to fuck," I replied petulantly. "I think I'm old enough to make up my own mind."

"I don't want you to have a cigarette," he said. "It ruins the taste of your pussy."

What? "Really?"

"I want a woman's cunt to taste like a woman, not like a goddamn cigarette," he said, taking off his clothes. "Now take off your clothes. I'm going to fuck you."

He didn't have to tell me twice.

There was none of the pain our second time. He'd waited a few days for me to heal, and then we came together. I can laugh as I write that. We came together. That's not exactly true, but it's very close to the truth. I lay naked in that very same motel room, and Robert climbed up on top of my stomach and thighs, and then in a loving motion, Robert placed his thick black dick against my cunt. With a few careful shoves, he probed inside me.

I gasped. But this time he felt really good. Like I said there was no pain this time, just a pure accommodating wetness deep inside my loins. Both my body and my mind wanted his black dick in there. It's like I couldn't help it.

I remember so much more from our second time. First, Robert thrust steadily between my legs encouraging me to take my time and enjoy absorbing his long, solid black cock. I don't remember how long he stayed inside of me ploughing me like a fertile field, but the next thing I knew, his head was down between my legs. After licking me for what seemed to be a lifetime, Robert grabbed me by a swollen tender nipple, as he then filled and massaged me with his fingers. 

Then tossing me over, flipping me on my hands and knees, he took me once again.

"That a girl," he muttered. "Now I've got you. And you ain't going nowhere, are you?"

I stammered. "N-no. I want to be h-here w-with you." 

"Good," he said. "Cause you're gonna be mine for a long long time."

With my head lowered, I waited for his cock first to enter me again and then to bump my cervix. I knew he'd do it. I knew he'd be long enough to bottom out inside my body. It frightened me at first, because the feeling was so strange, and yet the second time wasn't so bad and the third time was kind of nice. 

"W-why?" I asked.

"Why what?"

"Why am I go-going to be y-yours for a long t-time?" It got harder and harder to talk with all the movement going on down inside me. I glanced back at him.

Robert looked at me for a second, then he laughed. "Because you're mine."

"I-I thought you t-told M-mom sh-she was yours." Gawd, I couldn't help the feeling! He moved in and out of me and every nerve in my lower body wanted to sing out new praises to the sensation.

"I did," he replied. "And she is."

"C-can you have more than one woman?"

"Just like a woman like your mother can have more than one man," he said. We fucked for a while longer. I managed to match my movements with Robert's thrusts. "You will too."

It was after those words, feeling his black cock buried so deeply inside of my white pussy, that I climaxed with Robert for the very first time.

What the hell was that?

I groaned, then I shuddered. I couldn't stop shivering inside. God, what was happening? It was wonderful. First, I felt that ache I always felt when I watched Mom on that tape, and then my whole world turned upside down.

After I came, Robert did too. I could feel his hot wetness gushing inside me. I was so tired from coming and yet, I knew that he had to pump me full of his seed for several long minutes. I held on to him, moving, trembling and holding myself up on my arms.

I lowered my head and moaned. In the back of my mind I understood that as he spewed his little living, teeming black seed--those tiny tadpoles of the next generation deep into me, I was supposed to appreciate the importance of the act. However, I was exhausted, and all I knew was that he'd launched a pint full of sperm into my pussy once again.

That was OK, though. It felt great.

That was the first of several times that we fucked that day. Turns out I'm more like my Mom than I thought.

###

I remember a decision that I made after seeing Mom's Halloween video. My best friend, Lauren, noticed it first. For months I'd been just like any other high school girl, and then I made a change. This incident happened after phys-ed in the locker room. I came out of the shower partially wrapped in a towel.

"Bethany, what did you do?" Lauren whispered as she looked down at me. "You look l-like a child again."

"I shaved all my pubic hair off," I answered. I showed off real fast and then I wrapped the towel around me again.

"Shaved it?" she said astounded. "But why would you do that?"

"I'll tell you, but not in here," I said. "Someone might overhear."

I did tell her, when we were alone. Actually I really hoped she'd forget, but I was wrong about the extent of Lauren's curiosity.

"C'mon, Bethany, spill it!"

"The guy I'm--" I paused for a moment. "The guy I'm--" I took a deep breath. "...Fucking likes it shaved."

"Omigod! F-fucking? Really?"

I nodded my head.

"Is it anybody I know?"

I shook my head. "No."

"What's he like?"

"Not yet," I said. "But if you want me to, I'll tell you about--you know--fucking."

I told her about my first time, and how I wasn't quite sure what was happening. I hinted about the pain and how it slowly slipped away. As one of my closest friends, she asked me if I'd planned on losing my virginity, and I answered, "No, I didn't lose it, I sort of gave my virginity up."

Lauren wanted to laugh as if she didn't believe me, but I knew her response for what it for what it was. She was thrilled, and she was scared, and she was fascinated.

"He's a friend of the family," I hinted.

"Wait a minute," she scolded me. "Does that mean he's older than you?"

I nodded. "Yeah. He's in his late twenties."

"Omigod, like almost ten years older?"

"More like twelve," I replied. Let's face it Robert was easily headed for thirty.

"Wow! Are-are you like thinking of marrying him and stuff?"

I shook my head. "He won't do that."

There was a long pause. The she whispered so softly, I almost didn't hear her. "What's it really like?"

"At first, it was scary and painful," I answered in similar whisper. "Then it totally changed."

"How?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "The body...the body just learns what to do, especially since my lover knew what he was doing. The first time was terrible. But after that, it wasn't so bad. In fact it's getting to be sort of--neat--in a messy kind of way..."

She didn't say anything, but I could see the question in her eyes. I answered her question.

"I like doing it," I added for her benefit. "I enjoy it a lot."

"What are you going to do about getting pregnant? Or some disease?" she said.

"I'm not worried about disease," I replied. "As far as getting pregnant--well, we'll have to see."

"And so you shaved yourself for him? He must be very special."

"Yes, he is." I think I must have gotten a dreamy faraway look in my eyes for a moment.

"Please tell me more."

I told Lauren the story of the first time I told my lover that I wanted to see his dick up close. I wanted to examine it.  

"It's about time," Robert told me. "Get down on your knees."

"What?"

"You heard me. If you want to look at it, you have to be right there, eye-level with where it hangs, don't you?"

I looked up at his eyes and then, as I went to my knees, I saw the engorging cock spring to life in my face.

"Look at it," he said softly. "Doesn't it look beautiful? All black, slowly becoming erect for you. Wouldn't you love to hold it, to stroke it, to feel its velvety skin as it comes to life?"

I exhaled softly as his voice slowly hypnotized me.

"You want to touch it, don't you, Bethany? Then do it!" 

He stood by the edge of the bed and his cock was now at rigid attention, pointing toward the ceiling. Its blackness stood out awesomely. His dick was coal black, dark as the night, and hard.

"Look at it. Think about how it will feel in your hand," he whispered. "Long, thick, rigid with life coursing through it. It just makes you want to reach up and touch it doesn't it?"

The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to touch him. I felt my loins burning with desire. I wanted his cock. I felt an old familiar wetness between my thighs. My body began shaking with the first waves of my unexpected petite climax. My God, I thought, he has made me cum without even touching me. That's the kind of man he was.

I reached out with my right hand.

"No, not that hand. Your left hand. Only use your left hand at first," he directed.

My left hand took hold of his erection, my fingers just barely reaching around the girth. I looked at my pale hand holding onto his big, black cock. Then I squeezed ever so gently. I could feel his life's blood pumping through it. 

"You can't believe that I fit all of that inside you, can you?" he murmured.

"No," I whispered. "I can't believe it." I began to stroke slowly-- to pump it up and down. 

"I see you like my cock. You must or you wouldn't be flushing like you are," he said gently. "I am pleased you like it because it also means you want to suck it, don't you?" 

My fingers caressed the purplish helmeted head, scraping the sensitive underside of the glans. "You've always thought about sucking cock, haven't you? But most of all you've wanted to suck a black one. Just like your slut mother. Think about it, Bethany. Be brutally honest with yourself. Isn't this true?"

I could only nod my head in agreement. I didn't know why but I did want to suck his cock. I also knew deep inside that I had always wanted to suck a black one.

"There is nothing here that will hurt you, Bethany. Kiss the head of my cock. Feel the head penetrate your lips. Feel the glans pass between your teeth." 

I followed his instructions. 

"Suck on the head, wrap your lips around my cock, little Miss Benton," he motioned gently. "Isn't the head in your mouth wonderful? Swirl your tongue around the head. Take a little more into your mouth. Let your tongue glide along its length. A hard cock in your mouth is good. You love it, don't you?"

I did as he said, and it was exactly as he said. His cock felt wonderful. I loved the sensation as I licked and sucked, swirling my tongue around his cock. I tried to get as much into my mouth as I could. I choked as he touched the back of my mouth. My gag reflex kicked in, but I fought it. I stroked him with both hands now as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, my tongue swirling around the head, my mouth slavering over his cock head, covering it with my saliva.

"That a girl," he moaned. "You've almost got it."

I worked on his cock for what seemed like an hour until I felt his scrotum tighten in my hands as I rolled over his balls with my fingers. Without warning, his cock spewed forth a hot stream of gooey white liquid with a forcefulness that took me aback. I gagged as the load of jism splashed against the back of my mouth and the entrance to my throat. I pulled my head from his cock and received four more explosions of his cum in my face, up my nostrils, in my eyes and even my hair.

"Ohhh," I cried out, tasting the slimy, seminal fluid in my mouth for my first time. Cum flowed out of the head of his cock and ran down the side of his shaft over my hand. It coated my face and fingers with a layer after layer of sperm. 

"That's a picture of my Bethany I'll always remember," he said smiling. 

I looked up at him feeling the cum dribbling from my mouth on to my chin, and then dripping down onto my tits. My face was covered in cum, jism, sperm.

I told Lauren nearly everything, but I couldn't tell her about Robert's color. Sure, I wanted to tell Lauren much more, I wanted to tell her about Robert's confidence in his own  blackness. About how he had my mother and my father obeying his wishes, in spite of themselves, but I didn't tell her. I held back his identity from Lauren. I held back my lover's blackness. For the moment anyway. Besides, I was afraid that she'd want him too, and I couldn't share him. Not just yet.

###

Wednesday again. God, I hate Wednesdays now. I have to pretend I don't care about Robert, and then he and Mom and Dad go up into their room and make fucking noises all the damn night. I hate it. It had to be her and not me. One night, Jesus, it had to be after three in the morning, Mom and Dad finally sunk into a stupor in their bedroom, and surprisingly, Robert went downstairs to the guest bedroom.

I couldn't help myself. I followed him down discreetly.

"I was wondering how long you'd stay away," he whispered. "C'mon. Climb into bed."

He had my panties off in nothing flat. Though the movement was gentle, he made it efficient as well. But he didn't care whether I showed any signs of wetness or not. He thrust himself inside me like a male animal ready to rut. That was all I needed to moan, but he put his hand over my mouth.

"Shush, you! Don't wake anyone. They don't need to know yet. Not just yet."

So we were the only ones in the house awake, and Robert rode on my open thighs like a man obsessed. He put his mouth down onto mine, and I re-breathed his breath. I found myself dizzy with the moment. Not black-out dizzy, yet enthralled and afraid all at the same time.

"You saw the Halloween tape,right?" Robert whispered as we continued to fuck quietly.

I nodded. "Yes."

"One of those twelve men is the father to your mother's baby, but she's going to keep the baby."

"Really?" I whispered. "You mean you talked Mom into keeping her black baby?" 

"I told her she needed to own up to her own flesh and blood," he said. "Both she and your father agreed with me."

"Mom's Catholic, she wouldn't abort."

"That's pretty much what I figured."

"D-don't you think the b-baby might be y-yours?" I asked, still panting hard with the exertion of what was going on between us.

"Maybe," he answered. "But not as likely as it's going to be someone else's."

I shrugged out an, "Oh."

He continued to push the full length of his black cock deep inside of me.

"However, you're going to be different."

Me! "What do you mean?"

"Your baby's definitely going to be mine," he told me. "I'm the only one allowed to cum in your pussy until we both know you're carrying my child. Do you understand?"

I gulped.

"Do you understand, Bethany?"

"Yes."

Then Robert climaxed again. His whole body wracked with a rhythmic pulsing that echoed the interior splashing that was going on inside my vagina. He grunted and unloaded a stream of sticky, wet sperm in where I couldn't reach. In where I only sensed how deep his flow might reach. He hissed out a exhausted gasp that he exhaled along with the quiet pumping of his semen. "I love ejaculating in a white girl's pussy. My seed ain't got no where to go but up inside you."

I moaned a little moan.

"Gotcha," he murmured. 

Oh yeah, I thought. You got me good.

###

Life went on like that for a couple of weeks. Robert took me out to the motel about three or four times a week for a while, and we would fuck three or four times during our time together. He seemed to have so much energy, he just didn't tire out. Every time I went to the motel I'd come home with a bellyful of semen dripping from my vagina and seeping into my panties. I started to wear my panties out with the frequent washing.

"Why don't we make this simple," he said. "When you know you're going to come with me, don't wear any panties."

I know my mouth dropped open. "Don't wear--?"

"Sure," he grinned. "You know you're just going to ruin them."

"Well, I like that!" I said sarcastically.

"Actually," he reached for me. "I'll bet you do. In fact, why don't we just see what you've got under those cum stained pants?"

"Again?"

"What's the matter, am I too much for you?"

"Ooo, you!" And I jumped on him hard. Of course, it wasn't too hard. In fact, in a very short time, he got much harder than I ever thought possible.

###

In December, I skipped a lot of classes at school. Robert would write me notes concerning doctor appointments and psychiatric evaluations. He told me that schools bent over backward for parents that take their kids to counseling. So he'd pick me up down the block from school, and we'd hurry off.

Of course, that was the only time we hurried. Afterwards, we'd take our time--probably three or four times with each encounter. 

Seems I got a very special Christmas gift over Christmas vacation. The thing is I wouldn't know it for a little while. I got sick around the early part of February—in the early part of the day. But I usually felt better much later in the day. I rushed home from school, and I called Robert immediately.

I could literally hear him smile on the other end of the phone. But all he said was, "Good girl. I'm very, very proud of you, little mama."

Little mama! Oh, my God. He was happy about this? He was ecstatic, and all I could feel was a combination of pride in that I could do something so grown up mixed with pure terror. My body wasn't just mine anymore. It wouldn't be for the next eight to nine months.

We hadn't been able to tell Mom and Dad the news yet, but since I'd just keep getting bigger, this was something that wouldn't keep for very long. Of course, Mom and Dad had their own problems now. Ever since Robert forced Mom to inform Dad that she was pregnant. Plus, Dad knew it wasn't his baby. He'd seen the Halloween tape. Even Mom didn't know whose baby this was. 

Robert said we'd hold our other news back for a while. Let Dad get over his cuckolding with Mom first, and then we'd have to tell him about what happened to his daughter.

I carried in a small can of cashew nuts into my room, before I got undressed for the night. I brought them especially for this evening. The expectant mother website I joined told me that my baby was about the size of a regular whole cashew now. I began to undress.

I peeled off my clothing in my room. I kept taking off layer after layer of clothes until I was totally naked.  One, two, three cashews. Four, five. Robert wasn't even here, and all I could think of was nuts. I kept pulling out whole cashews and putting them on my naked belly, and then, one at a time, I ate them. 

I thought it was time to shave the brown-blond hair along my pussy again, since it itched, but even that didn't matter right away. Here I was alone in my room, and yet, I was not alone. I placed both hands on my naked belly. Inside, just under here, was knot of flesh. Inside, just under here. I put my hand on my bare tummy under my naval.

I'm fair haired, but I'm not really a natural blond. So the swelling growing inside my belly won't be a natural blond either. Now I had to laugh. There's no way that Robert's child will be a natural blond. Absolutely no way. This baby is going to have dark, dark hair. Shit, this baby is going to have dark skin just like his father. I thought about searching the nut can for a burnt cashew, but I didn't want to let go of my abdomen. 

Inside, just under here, I thought, a baby was growing. My baby. Robert's baby. A black baby. My little dark cashew.  Mom and Dad will be furious when they find out the baby is Robert's.