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Baby

By: E.Z.Riter



Mandy and I fell in love in the seventh grade. After dating through high school, we married before our freshman year in college, virgins eager to begin our lives together. We both worked and went to school, graduating in five years. I went to work for an big company in accounting and Mandy started teaching second grade. As we wanted, we were quickly blessed with two beautiful children, both girls, who we named Julienne and Jennifer. Our one major disagreement was number of children. She wanted five but I insisted we stop at two. 

Like all young marrieds, we worked hard, saved, played, loved our children and enjoyed what all Americans consider the good life. Julienne was fifteen and Jennifer almost fourteen, when Mandy and I went with friends to Las Vegas. It was an unbelievable trip. Not only did we have a wonderful time, but, I won $30,000 gambling. 

I did not know I had sowed the seeds of destruction of all I had in my life. Gambling is a terrible, uncontrollable addiction in some people. I was one of those. I began to gamble on everything I could find: football, basketball, horses, numbers. In six months, I had lost all of our savings... all of it... the kids college funds... everything. 

Mandy knew nothing about it.

"Sam Johnson, you need to come over here today. Straight from work. Don't mess with me, boy!"

The sweat oozed from my face as I hung up the phone, his violent disconnection and horrifying voice ringing in my ears. I was $20,000 in debt to my bookmaker and not a dime to my name. They had been trying to collect it for a month. My time was up. I went to the bathroom and threw up.

I was shaking uncontrollably, my clothes soaked in sweat, as I entered the store front office. Leroy grabbed my arm and led me out the back door. He shoved me into a large van, the kind which has been modified where a person can stand. Someone picked me up like a child and jammed me on the floor of the van on my knees. 

I was looking up at one of the biggest men I had ever seen. 

"I am David Winston White. Leroy works for me. I understand you are unable to pay your bills."

"Look, I..."

He moved so quickly, I never even tried to defend myself. He was like a cat leaping on its prey... a tiger... and, I was the lamb he was devouring. His massive left hand crushed the back of neck, lifting me several inches on the air, his fingers so long and strong they held my jaw shut, as his right hand grabbed my cock and balls. I felt him began to squeeze as I stared into the coldest, most evil black eyes in the world. I could only whimper, tears falling down my face, as the pain in my balls became almost unbearable. 

He dropped me as he released my crushed balls. I fell to the floor sobbing. 

"Listen! I need my money. Janet, stand! Look at her, Sam!"

For the first time, I saw a petite white woman in the corner. She was naked. As she stood I saw a gold chain attached to a gold ring dangling between her legs. She had massive breasts and a sad, shy smile on a face which looked sixty although I guessed, from the body, she was about thirty. 

"Tell him your story, Janet!"

"I was a sales rep, but, I got addicted to gambling. I am paying off my debt by being Mr. White's whore."

"Come suck my cock, Janet!"

She scurried to him, quickly kneeling and fishing his cock from his trousers. It was massive, easily the biggest I had ever seen. But, then Mr. White was probably six six and two hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle. Janet greedily sucked the cock head into her mouth as she stroked the shaft. He put his hand on her head to guide her. 

"Watch, Sam! Watch the stupid white slut suck my cock! Tomorrow night I am coming to your house. I will leave with my money... or, I will leave with your wife and daughters who will do what Janet is doing until I have my money!"

"No. Please! Have mercy!" I whimpered.

"I have no mercy! Your wife and daughters will be my whores until they have earned back my money! Now, come here!! You need to learn what sucking my cock is like since you are forcing your wife and daughters to do it."

He shoved Janet aside and yanked me between his legs. He was so strong I felt like a child, unable to resist even if I had tried. I could barely get his huge cock in my mouth but he did not care about that. He jammed it in and out. When I put my hands up in protest, he whipped that cock across my face. Then he came, pulling out, coming on my face and hair, leaving me covered in his white sticky cum. He shoved me out of the way. I was too terrified to even wipe his dripping cum from my cheeks. Janet scurried between his legs again to clean his cock with her mouth, sucking and slurping, as I felt his cum drying on my face.

"Tomorrow night. Don't try to run or hide or call the police. It will only make me mad! Now, get out."

It was late when I got home. I had cleaned up at a service station, asking for the key as the attendant snickered at my cum covered face. I had stopped at a bar for a few drinks to build my courage. Mandy was asleep when I got home. I sneaked in the shower, then crawled in our bed by her, wondering if she would be ver be there next to me again. 

I could not sleep. My mind, my body, my soul was paralyzed by fear, fear of what I had done and what would happen to my family as a result. I left early for work, before she awakened, leaving her a note. That night, I got home for dinner about seven. She was at the kitchen table, grading papers. 

"Sam, are you alright? You have been acting funny lately? Is something wrong?"

"No. Everything is fine."

I heard the front door open. 

"Who is that, I wonder?" she said, as she disappeared into the living room.

"WHO..."

I wet myself, sitting in my own piss, paralyzed with fear. 

Mr. White walked into the room carrying my wife in his arms like a baby except her mouth was taped shut, her arms handcuffed behind her. She was frightened like I had never seen her before, shaking uncontrollably, her face ashen and sweating. His associate pointed a gun at me as Mr. White ordered me to sit. He put Mandy in the chair next to me. She was sobbing, making a sound like a dove which has been shot and is dying, the plaintiff, cooing sound of an innocent who is lost. 

"If you can be quiet, I will remove the gag," Mr. White said to Mandy. She nodded and he yanked the tape from her face. She said nothing, only sobbing quietly.

"Has you husband explained the problem, Mandy?" His voice sounded like a caring professional rather than a seasoned criminal.

She stared at me, her eyes questioning before she shook her head no. He started talking, telling her my whole gambling history. He even knew I had maxed out the credit cards and home equity loan for my addiction. Mandy said nothing, but, her eyes flitted back and forth between us. I could tell she could not believe what I had done, the loss, the danger it put her in. She was in shock from it. 

"What are you going to do to us, Mr. White?" she asked, the hysteria in her voice barely controlled.

"You and your daughters will come with me, Mandy. You will be my whores, fucking men for money until I have recovered what I am owed."

Mr. White looked as if he expected her to become hysterical. I certainly expected it. We both were surprised. It was as if someone was filling a empty bag with iron. She appeared bigger, sat more erect, a determined expression growing on her face. She held his cold, dead eyes with her own, never blinking or looking away. When she spoke, her voice was calm, sincere, confident... not threatening but not submissive.

"Mr. White, I understand your concern for your money. I hope you can understand mine for my family. You may do with me as you wish. I will be your whore and earn money to repay you. But, if you, or anyone else, touches my daughters, I will kill you."

Mr. White's mouth dropped open before it snapped shut like a steel trap. Mandy stood and walked to him, turning her back.

"Mr. White, please remove the handcuffs. You have nothing to fear from me... unless you harm my daughters."

I could tell by his expression he was stunned by her actions, but, in a funny way, it defused his anger and natural proclivity to harm. He removed the cuffs, spun her around and jammed her to her knees. A knife appeared in his hand, which he pressed to her throat. She never quivered or moved or shook or took her eyes from his. A tiny movement by either of them would pierce her throat with the knife point, but, they did not move. 

Somewhere in those long few minutes they stared at each other, some unspoken agreement was reached between them. He smiled at her as he put away the knife, a soft, gentle smile, like a man gives his lover.

"Mandy, will you please show me your house?"

"Certainly. Mr. White, may I call you by your first name."

"Call me by the nick name my family uses. Since I was the last borne, they call me 'Baby'."

Mandy showed him the house, giving him the full, in depth, tour as if she was showing our preacher around her homey treasures. She seemed happy and positive, telling him our history, pointing out pictures in the hall, where this thing occured or that thing was acquired. She stopped in each girl's room, spending a long time talking about her beloved daughters. 

I could see by his expression, he was enchanted by her. When he took her hand in his, she squeezed his in return, giving him a warm and friendly smile. 

"Coffee?" she asked when we returned to the kitchen. 

"Thank you, Mandy. Yes. Please."

"Baby, you can understand why I am so protective of my girls, why I said what I did."

"Yes. I am surprised by you, Mandy. You are a very unusual woman. I know I would have to kill you before I touched either of your daughters or you would kill me. You really love children, don't you?"

"Yes. I love them deeply. But, I understand your position, too, Baby. That is the reason I personally will cooperate with you to the fullest, doing whatever you wish for me to do. I will make every effort to get your money back."

She handed him the coffee and guided us all to the den. She sat on the couch opposite him. No one spoke as the two of them worked through their own private thoughts, their eyes never leaving each other. 

"Mandy, can you still bear children?" 

Her body language become extremely intense as her eyes slammed into me before returning to him. 

"Yes. Why?"

The silence was killing me! I knew why! We all knew why! Migod, was she really considering it?

"I will forgive and forget everything, but... I want you to have my baby."

I could tell immediately she was going to agree. Mr. White, too, could tell. But, Mandy was not ready to say it, not verbally anyway. 

"Babies are a big responsibility. Babies need love and tenderness..."

He laughed. He threw back his giant head and laughed. She had a sheepish, crooked grin on her face, like a kid who had been caught stealing candy.

"What are you negotiating for, Mandy? Just tell me what you want! We both know you would love and care for a child more than any other woman would, no matter who the father was, no matter the circumstances of the birth." 

She walked to him, took his huge hands and put them on her waist. She took his giant face in her hands and gently held it to look at her. Again, there was a very long silence as they communicated non verbally. It was a silence painful to me.

She leaned down very, very slowly to kiss him softly on the lips. 

"I would like having your child, Baby. I know you will be a good father and never hurt me or any of my children."

"Mandy, may I.... I mean, is now..."

She kissed him again, stopping his bumbling words. She leaned into him, pushing him back into the couch, her body against his as she kissed him long and hard. Slowly, his arms folded around her in a lover's embrace. This giant without feelings, this criminal who hurt people for a living, was asking my wife if he could make love to her... if he could impregnate her now... put his black seed in her belly, to make it grow. And, she was rewarding him with a passionate kiss. 

"I am not on the pill, Baby. Would you like to start now?"

"I would like that very much," he replied with such softness and feeling in his voice even I was touched. She took his hand, leading him towards the bedroom, then, she stopped.

"Is it alright with you if Sam watches us?" 

What was that expression on her face as she looked back at me? Not hatred. Not happiness. I knew it made me feel small, as if that look expressed that I was making her fuck someone else and she was not happy with me for it. 

"Come on, Sam," Baby said, not even looking at me. He only had eyes for Mandy. 

I followed them in to the master bedroom, the bedroom which had... to this point... been hers and mine exclusively. The associate shoved me in a chair and stood be me, his hand on my shoulder. Mandy looked over at us.

"Baby, Sam will not cause a problem. Would you please..."

"Certainly. Junior, leave us alone!"

Junior left without speaking. In a moment, I heard the TV start in the den.

Mandy began unbuttoning Baby's shirt. She never looked at me or acknowledged my existence as she stood back to admire his massive chest when he let the shirt fall to the floor. Her fingers slid across his torso lovingly, getting tangled in his chest hairs, as she kissed his nipples. She slipped to her knees to untie his shoes. Shoes and socks gone, she undid his belt, letting his trousers fall to the fall. She looked up at him with an evil grin as she yanked down his boxers.

"Ehhhh! Oh, migod, Baby. I can't take that!"

"Yes, you can. I wouldn't hurt you...."

"I know you wouldn't, Baby, but, he would. I bet you don't get many complaints about being too small."

"None so far," he laughed. 

"What is his name?"

"What?"

"Your cock. What have you named him?"

"I have not named him. Would you like to do it?"

"Yes, but I need him in me first. I need to see how he operates so the name will fit. May I suck him?"

His huge, ham sized hand guided her mouth to his cock. Mandy had always enjoyed sucking cock although she would never initiate it. Now, she was valiantly working on the shiny black helmet head of a monster as big as her fist. Quickly, it was coated in her saliva, which hung in ropes of spittle as she moved back and forth on it. She was doing a yeoman's job but her jaws quickly became tired. Baby could tell and pulled his cock from her mouth.

"I am sorry, Baby. I will do better next time," she murmured when he lifted her as if she were a child to kiss her softly on the lips.

"Don't worry. You were wonderful, Mandy. Now, I want to fuck you. I want to feel your delicious pussy around my cock."

As he quickly undressed her, she never acted shy or embarrassed but stood proudly before him, displaying her body, letting his giant hands roam that lush territory which had been exclusively mine. 

"Sam, get the K-Y," he commanded. I did it, handing him the tube.

"No, don't give it to me. Lubricate my cock for your wife's pussy. Kneel, stupid!" 

"Please, Baby, I don't want you to humiliated. He is my husband."

"Sorry," he mumbled as she took the K-Y and began to lather his cock. It was probably the first apology he had ever given. When he was lubed to her satisfaction, she lay back on the bed. With a loving smile, she took his hand, guiding him between her legs. 

"Let me show you how to do it easiest," he said. Gently, he pulled her legs wide up, her knees outside her breasts. He brought her arms inside her legs, elbows inside knees to leverage them apart. He guided her hands to her pussy lips, which she held open for him as he put the head of his cock against her.

"Oh, Baby, you are so big," she whimpered as he slowly pressured to push his monster in her tight wetness.

There was no question he would fit. She was pouring her own juices down her leg, her pussy glistening like a flower after a rainstorm from her own wetness. He was lubed. He worked slowly, letting her get accustomed until he touched the head against her cervix.

She was moaning, squirming in obvious delight as being so full. Her ass and hips were in constant motion as her body struggled to accommodate the giant cock buried in her. When she finally relaxed, I could see the tension flow from her only to reappear again as desire.

"I am ready to be fucked now, Baby," she murmured in his ear.

Groaning, sweating, whimpering, squirming, quivering under the masterful, well controlled fucking from his monster cock, Mandy was orgasming as she never had with me. It was a very strange feeling seeing him fuck her, seeing him bring her joy and orgasms like nothing I had ever given her. I wondered if she would ever enjoy me again. I felt happiness for her at being so well pleased but I felt my own sorrow... my own deep and real sorrow... at having caused this mess and at being the second best man in my wife's bed. 

And, while I felt a deep loss, I must admit, seeing another man fuck my wife had been a wild and deeply buried fantasy of mine. I was hard just from watching because she was getting a royal fucking as I could have only fantasied about. 

He could see she was mentally and physically exhausted from the pounding she had taken over the past thirty-five minutes so, he allowed himself to cum in her. She had loved every stroke, as he gave her the best fuck of her life. She held him tightly, arms and legs around him, spasming in one last, long orgasm, not letting him pull out, as she let his strong, black, seed ravish her body searching for her delicate white eggs. 

"Don''t go," she whispered as he pulled out of her. He kissed her so very gently. 

"I will be back."

She giggled as her hand stroked his face. 

"Yes. Even such a stud needs to fuck more than once just to make sure the woman is pregnant. We may need to do this a lot; like every night until I am sure I am carrying your child." 

She kissed him hungrily then passed out from her ordeal. Her pussy was huge and bloated with white oozing down her ass cheek from the sperm her left in her. I wondered how many nights he would fuck her before she was carrying his child. 

*****

"Listen to me, Sam."

We were in the kitchen. Mr. White, as I still called him, was dressed and ready to leave.

"You have the most wonderful woman I have ever met. You need to take better care of her and of her daughters (When were they no longer my daughters?). Here. (He handed me a business card.) That is my sister. She is a clinical psychologist who specializes in addictive behavior. I want you over there in the morning. You need to overcome this problem and start taking care of your family again."

"Yes, sir."

I locked the doors behind him. Mandy was asleep when I got in the bedroom. Without a word, I went to sleep. When I awakened in the morning, she was gone. I found her in the kitchen drinking coffee.

"We need to talk."

"Alright, Mandy."

"Baby will honor his commitment. He will forgive your debt and not hurt any of us. I will honor mine, Sam. I will have a big, healthy, happy black baby. I will raise that child with all the love and caring any child ever had. The question is: will you? Because if you won't love this child as your own, I want a divorce. I will not have a child hurt by you any more than I would by him."

"Mandy, I never want a divorce. I love you so much. Please..."

"That is not the question! Will you accept Baby's black child, the child I will bear, as your own and love it unconditionally?"

"Yes. I will. Please, Mandy...."

"You need to get help for your gambling, Sam. I insist on it."

I told her of Baby's sister. She got a funny little smile as she sat in my lap, her eyes studying me as just hours before she had studied him.

"Get the help, Sam. I do love you and I will spend the rest of my life with you. But, I could not stand another incident like this. The next man might be so easily seduced by me into letting my daughters go unharmed."


Baby



"You loved it, didn't you? You loved him fucking you?"

She kissed me hard.

"You will have to always wear a condom until I am carrying Baby's child. Sometimes, I will take care of you other ways, Sam. You stupid, stupid man. I do love you so, even after you did this to us."

She stood to leave.

"I asked you a question, Mandy."

She just looked at me. It was not hurtful look, not a loving look. It was... I don't know... I guess, it was a look of exasperation. 

"I heard you, Sam. I am not going to answer it. Don't ask it again." 

When Baby returned the next evening, I followed them into the bedroom. 

"No, Sam. I don't want you to watch me making love with Baby anymore. It is private, just between us. You go away until we are through."

It was a long time before I saw the two of them together again. Always, they made love in our bed. Sometimes, he left early; sometimes, he would stay until the wee hours. I could hear them talking between the sex acts those nights when they fucked more than once. But, when the sex was over he went home. I went immediately to my bed with my wife, feeling the heat and the wetness he left there. Once, when I stayed on the couch after he left, Mandy came to me.

"Sam, I am your wife. You need to be in our bed with me. Come." After I was laying beside her, she said, "Always come to bed as soon as he leaves, Sam. This is your place. You should be in it."

Most often after Baby left, she would cuddle against me, going to sleep in my arms, her breath sweet and soft on me. She would be too tired, too sore from the hard fucking he gave her, to want additional sex with me. I could smell his cum on her breath. And, I could feel it ooze out of her pussy on to my leg. His cum from my wife's pussy.... on my leg, coming from her.

Sunday, our daughters returned from their weekend at the lake with friends. Mandy sat us all down in the den. She carefully and fully explained what was happening in our lives. 

"Mother, you mean a black man is impregnating you. We will have a black brother or sister. And, we can not go to college. All because Dad gambled away all our money."

"Honey, it is a sickness. We all need to forgive him. I know that forgiveness will be hard to do, but, we must!"

It was a long family discussion, very heated and very unpleasant, which Mandy started to wind down after checking her watch.

"Baby will be here shortly. I want all of you to be very nice to him. He will visit a few minutes before I take him in the bedroom. He will be here to fuck me every night until I am sure I am pregnant."

Our daughters were stunned, cold, unspeaking when Baby arrived. But, he was warm, happy. The girls moped off to bed when Baby and Mandy went to the bedroom. That night Mandy was vocal, more vocal than I could have remember her being. Our daughters and I could hear her joy, hear her begging him to fuck her, her telling him how big his cock was, how much she was enjoying him fucking her. She was putting on a show to let us all know she was loving it. We even heard Baby telling her to be quieter. 

How humiliating it was for me, having my daughters hear their mother tell another man he could fuck better than I could. But, that is what she wanted... my humiliation. 

The next three months were surrealistic as he arrived every night to fuck Mandy. Many times he joined us for dinner, sometimes even bringing Chinese or pizza as his contribution. He offered to take her out for dinner and dancing... for a date, he said laughingly. She always refused, restricting their time together to my house. Once, I started to leave before he arrived. Mandy stopped me.

"I am fucking him becasue of you, Sam. You need to be here while I do it." I always was.

No one ever made a scene. Interestingly, Julie and Jenny came to like him very much. He acted like a father to them, giving them lectures about the dangers of men and drugs, buying them clothes and jewelry. He was a positive influence, replacing that influence I lost when he appeared in our lives. Even I began to enjoy his presence. He was an interesting man in many ways, so different than any other friend I ever had. Friend. Huh! That is what he was becoming in some weird way. 

In three months, Mandy was pregnant. She made the announcement one evening at dinner as we all sat at our table, eating a prime rib she had lovingly prepared. Baby beamed with pride. The girls were actually excited about it, asking questions, giggling, talking. He was a part of our family now, like a rich, black uncle who came to dinner a lot. The girls felt no fear from him. He had never been anything but polite and kind to them. Mandy had never felt fear, or, if she had, she hid it so well neither Baby nor I recognized it. 

But, when Baby took Mandy's hand to lead her to bed, she stopped him.

"I need to be Sam's wife again for a while, Baby."

"Leave that sorry bastard! Come be with me! You and Julie and Jenny! Be my family!"

"No, Baby. That was not our deal. You are part of my family, but, Sam is my husband."

"Dammit, I love you!!"

She threw herself in his arms, wrapping her arms around his massive neck, holding on like a little white barnacle on a black battleship. 

"I love you to... in a very special way. But, I love Sam as well and I will not leave him."

"I will kill the bastard! I will do it!"

He reached his hand in his coat to pull out a gun. Mandy grabbed his hand.

"Put it away, Baby. Please. For me," she said very softly, her eyes holding and dominating this giant man. She led him from the table, talking to him as they went towards the door.

"Mother, maybe you should leave Dad for Baby. He seems to be the man in the family."

Baby spun. In an instant, he grabbed Julie under the arms and yanked her up, holding her in midair. She wet the floor as those cold, dead eyes of his made her squirm in his grasp.

"Julie, you have no idea how hard this is for all three of us! You have no concept of what we are going through! I just pray you are half the woman your mother is. She has two men desperately in love with her!"

He lowered her until her toes were on the floor, but, he still supported her weight. She squirmed trying to get down.

"Now, if you ever speak ill of him again, I will spank you until your lily white bottom is bright red. Apologize to your father!" He dropped her. She fell backwards, getting her balance. 

"Sorry, daddy," she whispered, but, her eyes never left him.

>From that night forward, Baby would only come by once a week or so, >usually bearing a gift for Mandy and the girls, having dinner, visiting. He would never fuck Mandy but she would warmly and happily kiss him goodbye at the door when he left. I knew she was talking to Baby regularly, keeping him informed of her condition.

In her sixth month, she had our parents... hers and mine... over for dinner. She explained she was having a black baby and how the circumstances came about. Of course, my relationship with both sets of parents changed, never to be the same. I expected nothing else.

When she was ready to deliver, she called Baby on the way to the hospital using the car phone he gave her. There were three of us in the delivery room where a big, healthy baby boy came into the world. He was adorable, the color of coffee with heavy cream. The girls, Mandy's parents and Baby's sister and her husband joined us in the waiting room. 

Mandy named the baby: David White Johnson. At first Baby objected to using my name, but, Mandy convinced him it was better for the child since it was I who would be raising him. Of course, Baby was so enamored with her, she could have convinced him to take poison.

Baby was invited over any time to see his baby. He became part of the family again, coming over five or six times a week, often to spend several hours. He brought toys and games, so many I was afraid we would have to add a bedroom just to hold them. Baby and his baby were an integral part of the family. If was as if Mandy had two husbands and we both came home to her at night. 

When David White Johnson was about six months old, Baby was on the floor playing with Davy, his giant black body occupying most of the open space area. The girls were with me on the couch. Mandy was in the easy chair. We were happily visiting as a family would until Mandy spoke.

"I want another child."

Tension crackled as we all snapped to attention at her comment. 

"Actually, I want two more. I want the next one to be yours, Baby. Sam, I want the last one to be yours."

"We discussed having more. We decided not..."

"You decided not! I always wanted five. Now, I want two more and I want them just like I said! If you do not want to father one, Baby will father both!!"

Baby again came to our house every night to fuck Mandy, to make her pregnant. She made no effort to conceal her joy at being fucked by him. She had missed his big, black cock in her and we all knew it. The first time, when she was getting preganant with Davy, she had sent Baby home each night. This time, he often spent the night with her, not leaving until breakfast the next morning. My time with her, then, was almost eliminated. I had been supplanted as her spouse. 

Mandy tried to keep me satisfied during this time, but, it was clear to everyone my satisfaction was secondary to hers and to Baby's. Something else changed. After she became pregnant the first time, Mandy no longer had sex with Baby. This time she asked to see both of us in the bedroom. She sat in a chair, holding both of our hands as she spoke.

"Sam, you asked me a question one time I refused to answer. I would like to answer it now. Yes, I like having sex with Baby. I like his big, black cock in me. I like him fucking me. I like it a lot." She stopped, making sure I understood. 

"I like you fucking me, too, Sam. I like it a lot. You and baby are different. I feel differently towards you. And, I like both of you fucking me. From now on, I am going to have sex with both of you."

She stopped again, making sure we understood what she said, giving us non-verbal communications again.

"I will tell which of you I want in my bed at night. I expect you to come if called, no pun intended. I do not want any complaints out of either of you."

Baby started to laugh, throwing back his giant head, guffawing until tears were in his eyes. Mandy giggled, them she, too, broke out in open laughter. I was terribly hurt, but, I knew she really loved me, even if she loved Baby as much. She kissed me, lovingly, tenderly, reassuring me. She wanted me to know I was loved... very loved... by her, but so was Baby, and, she would fuck which of us she chose. 

I may have caused this problem but Mandy was enjoying its outcome. She was getting the five children she always wanted. And, she was having two men fuck her as much as she wanted. Most importantly, she knew both of those men loved her with all their heart. 

"Who do you want tonight?"

"For the first time in my life, I want two men in my bed."

So, there we stood like two school boys waiting for the principal, except we were naked and standing by her bed, watching as she gracefully and sexually undressed. Both Baby and I were getting hard just from watching her, seeing and thinking about this woman whose love we shared. She opened a bottle of petroleum jelly and lubricated her ass hole which I knew was virgin territory. She had a slutty smile as she lubricated my cock. 

"You boys think you can figure out how I want you?" she asked with a grin. 

Baby got on his back on the bed. She swung her leg across him, gently, slowly, guiding his cock deep inside her waiting pussy. She asked me to wait. I watched her face as she fucked herself on his black monster. After at least two orgasms, when the sheen of sweat covered her and her eyes were glazed with desire, she whispered, "Okay, Sam. Do me slowly back there."

I got behind her as she bent forward, putting her cheek against Baby's chest. I saw his black hands cover her ass, spreading her ass cheeks, readying my wife for me. 

"Oh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhh...." she moaned as I slipped into her, feeling his cock through her thin membranes, fucking her ass for the first time. It was tight, dry compared to her cunt, but, slick with lubricant. Baby and I went slowly, both of us intent of nothing except her pleasure. Strange, isn't it? This giant black man and I both only wanted her pleasure. I could see it in his eyes as he looked at me. And, he could see it in mine. 

It was the first, but, not the last, time the three of us were in bed together. Baby and I shared Mandy from that point onward, each of us coming to her at her direction. 

Baby maintained a separate place but, for all intents and purposes, he moved in with us. 

The second boy by Baby was named Henry Winston Johnson, after Baby's father (Henry) and grandfather (Winston, which was also Baby's middle name). He was born when Davy was seventeem months old. Samuel Arnold Johnson, Jr. was born twelve months after Hank. 

By that time, I was totally cured of my gambling. In fact, my career was blossoming from the changes in my life, and, financially, we were better off than we ever had been. Baby had paid for Julie and Jenny's college and established trust funds for all three boys. This freed up the money I paid for other things. We had moved into a larger home which I paid for. 

The new home was really designed for a wife, two husbands and five children, which is the way we lived. Baby had moved in after Mandy made her announcement about wanting more children and never moved out. Baby continued to be a part of my family right up until that day four years after Sammy's birth when Baby was shot to death in a crime related incident. 

During those four years, I had come to care for and admire Baby almost as much as Mandy had. And, Baby cared for me. Our common love of Mandy and her five children had made us brothers. I no longer felt humiliation or regret when he fucked her or when she curled in his lap to be held. She was a treasure I was sharing with a friend, a damn good friend. 

We all attended his funeral where Mandy gave one of the eulogies, telling his family and friends of his two boys she had delivered, telling of her love for him, a love that continued in his sons. His family stared at mine, at the wife man and wife with two older, beautiful white daughters, and three younger boys, two black and one white, all mourning this giant, black man.

It was a month before we mentioned him again, although we all thought of him every day.

"Do you miss him?"

She turned towards me on the bed. Staring into my eyes, she said:

"Yes. I miss him. I loved him, Sam. I loved him a lot. But, that never diminished my love for you. I did not love him like I loved you. He was a good man, a very good man to me and to my family. I am sad those boys will never really get to know him. I am sorry he is gone and sorry he will not get to see his children grow up. Every parent deserves that right, Sam."

She curled up in my arms and cried.

I know she loves me. She loves me more than I deserve. I know she loves all five children equally, which is with all her heart and mind and soul and might.

And, I know each Sunday she places fresh flowers on Baby's grave.



Baby



This is a story for a friend. She gave me the characters, and I know her interests, which is why certain activities are included here.

That said, if you are offended by male-male sex, this is NOT the story for you.

Oh, and if - for some reason - you don't like mention of contraceptive devices in your sex stories, pass this one up.

Everyone else... Enjoy.

*

"Baby, would you come down here, please?"

Baby's daddy called from downstairs. She'd been laying on her bed, her fingers between her legs, rubbing her pussy. It was strange: the last few weeks, just about the only thing she could think about was sex.

She let out a little whimper at being interrupted, when her orgasm was only a few minutes away, but knew that if she kept Daddy waiting too long, he'd get angry. The last time he'd gotten angry at her, he'd given her twenty swats on her bare ass. It'd been embarrassing, being spanked like she was a little girl again, yet she felt her pussy getting wet, even as her butt was being warmed.

Not too long after that, she'd kissed her daddy goodnight. Not that that was unusual: even though she'd kissed his lips, it was typical for them to do that. It didn't feel wrong, even though she knew everybody else would think so. This was her Daddy, the man she loved more than any other in the world. He'd done everything for her all her life, and even more so since her Mama had died three years earlier. She knew it hadn't been easy for him, being a single dad with a teenaged daughter in the house. She'd noticed the looks. Every once in a while, Baby'd catch him admiring the woman she'd become. She knew it was what he was thinking, the look in his eyes told her that. It wasn't a very fatherly thing to think, she knew, but it was flattering that her own dad would think her pretty enough to check out in that way.

How it started: she'd had her eighteenth birthday and was coming home from a party some friends had thrown for her. Daddy was sitting in his chair, asleep and naked. The TV was all snow, and the light on the video player was on. She had a pretty good idea what he'd been doing, and was a little embarrassed to know that her own father still did such things. Then again, she knew he didn't go out much, so he wouldn't have much outlet for taking care of himself outside of taking matters into his own hands.

Turning off the player, she also shut off the TV. The only light that came in then was from the streetlights outside. While the proper young lady she'd been told she should always be scolded that what she was thinking wasn't right, Baby found herself kneeling beside Daddy's chair. 

The light sneaking in from the window fell directly across Daddy's penis, putting it in sort of a spotlight for her. She'd heard other terms for it, from overhearing some of the other girls talking about their boyfriends: prick, dick, cock... 

All the times she'd heard other girls talking about their man's member, she'd been given the impression that they were a lot bigger than her daddy's was right at that moment. She'd had "the talk," but nobody had told her about penises being little shriveled things like this one was. The other girls made it sound like a cock was a big, thick, stiff thing. Baby didn't like to think she was a baby for real, but maybe there was something *she* had to do to make it big and hard.

Now that she was curious, she didn't even think about what she was doing, and to whom. With no consideration for what anyone else would think -- not even her daddy -- she reached out and touched his penis.

It felt funny. Soft and smooth. She couldn't imagine how this could ever be the huge hardness she'd heard about. Daddy let out a little moan, and his hips moved. It hadn't sounded like it hurt: actually, it was a sound a lot like she made while rubbing her pussy when she was home alone. 

Curiosity still having a firm grip on her, Baby started to pet her daddy's penis, making him moan more. He hadn't woken up, surprisingly, so she kept playing with it. Slowly, she watched -- amazed -- as it started to grow. Soon it was big enough she could wrap her fingers around it. It felt much firmer than it did before, she was beginning to understand what the girls were talking about.

With her fingers still encircling Daddy's penis... No, wait. Now with it getting bigger like this, it didn't look like a penis. She could see where the other girls called it a "cock." It fascinated her no end. 

With her fingers still encircling Daddy's cock (yes, that was better, and she felt a twinge of arousal in her pussy at the thought) she could do better stroking up and down the growing shaft.

After not too long, his cock stopped growing, and was how hard and long. She didn't know how big it actually was, but Baby thought how good something that size would feel inside her. The only thing she'd ever tried up her pussy had been the handle of her hairbrush, and that was way smaller than what she now held in her hand. Then, she realized what she was thinking and chastised herself for thinking such things about her own father. It didn't make her take her hand off him, though...

Baby found it remarkable that even after all this, her daddy still was asleep. Then again, she knew he was a heavy sleeper. It'd be really hard for her to wake him up enough to get him to go to bed, so she figured her little exploration wouldn't be discovered.

Once again, she remembered some of the things she'd heard the other girls talking about doing with their boyfriends and wondered if she could do it, too. Without consideration for who she had in her hand, Baby opened her mouth and closed the head of her daddy's cock in it.

Now, Daddy started waking up a little, but Baby was too into her experiment to be afraid of his reaction. She found she liked the feel of cock in her mouth. The head was a little spongy feeling against her tongue, and the shaft was hard, soft and smooth all at the same time. Daddy moaned in his sleep, and Baby found herself not caring if he woke up or not. She was pretty sure that he'd let her keep doing what she was doing. 

While she sucked her daddy's cock (what the girls at school had called a "blowjob"), Baby reached up a hand and touched his balls. This made Daddy moan even louder. The skin on them was even softer, and there were two firm things inside the sack that felt a little like nuts -- probably why she'd heard some of the guys at school call them that before.

"Uhh. Suck me, baby," Daddy mumbled. She didn't know if he was talking directly to her, or to some fantasy woman in his dreams, but she felt her pussy get wetter at the notion that he was telling her to do what she was doing.

Before too long, she saw Daddy's eyes fly open in the half-light, and he looked down at her in amazement. She smiled at the fact that he didn't jump up and push her away. He *did* seem really surprised, and a little confused, as if he couldn't tell if he was awake or dreaming.

When she felt his hands in her hair, but didn't feel him try to pull her off his cock, she knew it was okay. Baby knew she'd never be able to tell anyone about this, nobody would ever understand. That was okay, though, nobody else needed to know about it. It could be a secret between her and her daddy.

Baby looked up into her daddy's eyes, and saw love there, plus something else. Was it desire? Lust? She didn't really know, she'd never seen a look like that from anyone she'd known before.

"I'm gonna cum, Baby. You want Daddy to cum in your mouth?"

There was no question in her mind. She loved what she was doing, and especially loved that she could do it for the man she loved most. She didn't know for sure what he meant, she'd heard different things from different girls, but it was kind of confusing what they were talking about.

"Mm hmm," Baby hummed in the affirmative. She wanted whatever he was going to give her. She knew she'd made him feel *really* good.

What she *wasn't* ready for, was the first spurt from the tip. It didn't hurt or anything, but there was a lot of stuff all at once. His cock pulsed, and another big gob filled her mouth. Again and again, she felt Daddy's cock throb, and before long, it felt like her whole mouth was full of it. She tried to keep it all in, but it was hard to keep her lips sealed around the shaft while it pumped his cum into her. She felt a little bit leak out the corner of her mouth, but she managed to hold the rest.

Baby held her mouth on his hard cock for a while longer, until it was pretty evident nothing more was going to come out of it. In fact, she could feel it start to get softer the longer she kept her mouth on it. The feeling of his cock getting softer in her mouth was almost as exciting as the thought of feeling it get hard there.

After a few minutes, his cock had gotten really soft, and Baby pulled her mouth off it, then beamed up at her daddy, her mouth still full of his cum. Daddy beamed back down at her, proud, pleased and satisfied all at once.

"Did you like that, Baby?" Daddy whispered.

"Mm hmm," she responded, still not able to speak.

Daddy laughed. "What, you mean you still have a mouthful? Don't you like it? Spit it out if you don't."

"Mm mmm," Baby hummed to the negative. She then made a production out of swallowing down his cum, being sure to make a big gulping noise.

"Mmmm. I love it, Daddy. 

"So, you're not mad at me? This isn't the kind of thing daughters normally do for their daddies, is it?"

He pulled her up off the floor till he could reach her lips. He then pressed his lips against hers in a kiss unlike any other he'd ever given her. Baby noticed Daddy didn't even mind that his lips were touching the cum that'd leaked from her mouth. When his tongue slid up against her lips and started to push, Baby opened her teeth and let it in. She even snaked her own tongue out experimentally, and was surprised at how much fun it was to feel Daddy's tongue play with hers.

Baby had never had a boyfriend. She liked boys, she'd even had several crushes, but she was always afraid to accept any of the invitations she'd been extended over the years to parties, dates, that kind of thing. To be honest, some of the conversations she'd accidentally eavesdropped on - where she'd learned a lot of the stuff she'd just tried on her own father -- kind of scared her, and the main reason she turned down all these opportunities was fear of having to do the kinds of things she'd heard about.

Baby felt safe, kissing her daddy this way, and even sucking his cock like she'd done. She knew it was wrong, but they loved each other, and nobody was getting hurt, so how wrong could it be?

Daddy finally took his lips off Baby's, and even licked the cum he'd gotten from her away with his tongue. "No, Baby, this isn't the kind of thing daughters and their daddies typically do. It feels good, though, doesn't it?"

Baby thought for a second. She decided quickly, "It does. I know you'll never hurt me. Sometimes, I don't trust boys to treat me right. I know you will.

"We could get in big trouble if anybody found out about this, huh?"

Daddy nodded. "Yes. Me especially. It's been awfully lonely since your mama passed away, and I haven't found anybody to take her place. Sometimes, I get these urges, and I just have to take care of them. I apologize for you finding me like this tonight."

Baby piped up, "Don't apologize. You're gorgeous." She reached out and fondled his cock. "I especially like this," she said with a grin.

Daddy laughed for a bit, then got kind of serious. "So, is there anything I can do for you, since we're going to be really bad?"

Even though Baby's pussy oozed and throbbed, she felt like she'd done what she wanted to, and didn't really feel like she needed anything more from Daddy, at least not right at that moment. "I think I'm okay for now." Just then, she remembered how hot and thick Daddy's cock felt in her hands and mouth, and imagined what it'd feel like, stretching her pussy hole wide. Her pussy got a lot wetter, but still, she didn't feel ready to actually go that far yet.

"Okay," Daddy said. "If you change your mind, I know lots of tricks to keep a girl happy."

Baby assured him she'd let him know. She then kissed him goodnight, and once more felt the cum she'd still failed to wipe off her mouth press between their lips. Still, Daddy didn't say anything or pull away.

In the months that followed, Baby sucked Daddy's cock many times, and even let him finger her pussy. He didn't know all the tricks to make her feel good that way, but it definitely felt better than her own fingers, because she had no idea what they were going to do next.

The day Daddy laid her on the bed and put his lips against her pussy... Wow! Baby had never felt that good before. Daddy was doing things to her pussy that she'd never imagined. When he sucked on her little clit the way she sucked his cock, Baby thought she was going to go through the roof! She thought for sure the neighbors would think she was being tortured, but it was a torture of pleasure, and she wanted as much as she could get.

But still, she wasn't ready to have his cock in her pussy, even though just the thought of it made her really hot and juicy.

Baby masturbated a lot. She'd even braved the adult bookstore along the highway, trying to ignore the looks of some of the men inside, while she perused the shelves and all the many, many items within. Good heavens, there were a lot of things in there, and most of them more suited for her pussy than for the cocks of the men that stood around looking with their hands in their pockets. She finally picked out a purple vibrator and carried it to the counter, where a bored looking man ran it through the scanner and disinterestedly asked if she needed batteries. She felt her face getting hot at having been spoken to by *anybody* in the place, but she mumbled something to the negative, paid for her purchase, then hurried out the door.

Once again, she'd heard other girls talking about vibrators and how they were almost as good as the real thing, but what was best was that they didn't get tired or leave a mess to clean up. Baby stopped at the local drug store on the way home, for batteries and a box of condoms. While she loved her daddy, she didn't think getting pregnant by him was a good idea. This way, when she was ready, she'd be prepared. The lady at the checkout looked at her a little dubiously: she'd known Baby since she was - well - a baby. However, she was reasonable enough to know that girls her age were often sexually active, and at least Baby was being responsible about it, just in case the boy wasn't.

Sneaking up to her room, Baby tucked the box of condoms into the back of her underwear drawer, then dropped the batteries into the vibrator with trembling fingers. When she screwed the cap back on and it started to hum and the tip began to vibrate, she wondered immediately what it would feel like put to use where it belonged.

Baby threw the still-humming toy on the bed and hurriedly got out of her jeans and panties. Still wearing her T-shirt and bra, she laid back on the bed and opened her legs. She then grabbed the vibrator and hesitantly touched it to her pussy. 

Oh, shit! The low noise she made didn't sound like her at all, even though she knew she'd made it. The feeling buzzed through her pussy and all throughout her body. It wouldn't take long for her to cum using this! The vibrator would definitely be useful for when she wanted to get off quick, or many times in a row. If she wanted to take it leisurely, she knew she'd still be using her quite-capable fingers.

Applying the vibrator to her clit dragged even louder, deeper sounds from her throat. She felt her orgasm building almost immediately.

Just as she started to cum, there was a light knock at her door. It opened and Daddy peeked his head into the room. "You okay in there, Baby? I thought I heard... Oh."

Baby only barely heard Daddy come in. She was well into the throes of her orgasm, and for the moment, was beyond voluntary thought. As her orgasm subsided, she realized she wasn't alone in the room, and suddenly felt embarrassed at being caught. Of course, with what they'd been doing with one another, Baby knew there wasn't a reason to be embarrassed. Still, masturbation was supposed to be private, wasn't it? Having someone else find you doing it was at least a little uncomfortable.

The look in Daddy's eyes was anything but embarrassed for her, though. She could tell he liked what he'd seen. Baby glanced at his crotch and noticed that it bulged invitingly.

Baby's embarrassment quickly fled. She saw the front of his jeans filled out so nicely and asked, "Did you like that, Daddy?"

Daddy's voice was husky when he replied, "You know I did, Baby."

Baby felt a flush of pride at the sound of Daddy's voice and asked, "Wanna see it again?" She felt so naughty and sexy asking him that.

"Can I join you?" he asked in response.

"Sure," Baby replied.

Daddy walked toward the bed, undoing his jeans and slicking off his shirt. When he'd stepped out of his pants and pulled a chair near the bed, he asked, "Don't you want to get more comfortable, Baby?"

She knew what Daddy wanted: to see her pretty, teenaged tits. He wanted her to be as naked as he was when she masturbated for him. Baby sat up, took off her shirt and unhooked her bra, throwing it to the side and exposing her breasts to her father's eager eyes.

"Do you want me to use the vibrator again, Daddy, or my fingers?"

"However you want to do it, Baby, but you don't get to stop until I cum, no matter how many times you have to cum, okay?"

After how quickly she orgasmed using the vibrator, Baby knew she'd probably cum two or three times before Daddy would be able to bring himself off, and the idea of cumming again and again for him got her pussy wetter than it already was, so she agreed, "Okay."

Baby thought, she could use her fingers and it'd take a little longer. That would probably be a better show for her daddy, but she knew she'd be able to cum faster and more often with the vibrator, so she opted to use the toy, at least for the time being. 

Daddy sat down in the chair, wrapped his fingers around his hard cock shaft and started stroking, his eyes never leaving Baby's body.

Baby grabbed her toy and turned it back on, then applied the buzzing thing to her cunt once more. 

Immediately, she started to cum, the sensation she received from her plastic lover made ever so much stronger by the fact that she was being watched by her masturbating voyeur father.

After she recovered from her first orgasm, Baby looked down her body at her Daddy, who was leaning in, avidly stroking his beautiful cock and caressing his balls while watching her make herself cum. She wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words, so she just kept the vibrator pressed against her wet sex and felt the next cum start to build.

It took several minutes for her next climax to wash over her, and in that time, she eagerly watched Daddy's hand taking the place of her own hand... or breasts... or pussy...

She was becoming more convinced that she wanted him to take her there, too: it was why she'd bought the condoms, wasn't it? Her reluctance toward having Daddy fuck her (she knew he'd be gentler with her than what a "fuck" implied, but she liked how dirty the word sounded) was slowly eroding, but she still wasn't quite ready to take that big step.

Daddy was getting closer to cumming, himself. She noticed this when her vision cleared from her third orgasm with the vibrator. Her voice was quivering with yet another pending orgasm, still she begged, "Cum on me, Daddy. Give your baby girl your cum. Cum on my pussy. It'll make me cum again, I'm sure of it."

Baby watched as Daddy got up from the chair without his hand stopping. She was surprised how vigorously he was stroking himself. She never went so fast, for fear of hurting him. He was really working his cock madly, and it was getting him closer to the edge all the time. 




Baby



Daddy knelt on the bed between Baby's legs, his cock head poised over her pussy and the vibrator, which threatened to get her off at almost the same time as her father.

Just as Baby felt her orgasm approach, her daddy moaned loudly and his cock spurted cum all over her pussy. He pushed her hand with the vibrator away so he could cover her cunt completely with his hot jizz. Before long, he was through cumming and Baby's pussy was drenched with his seed. She loved seeing his white cum all streaked over her pussy hair. She thought it looked sexy and dirty at the same time. Baby was about to bring the vibrator back into service to finish herself off one more time, but Daddy stopped her. She then thought he wanted her to finish with her fingers. Again, he stopped her. She almost asked what he wanted, but before she could voice the words, Daddy slid his body down on the bed, and he buried his face into her cummy cunt.

Baby knew her daddy wasn't afraid of his own jizz, he'd tasted it on her lips and on her tongue from all the playing they'd done together over the months, but he hadn't ever gone after an entire load like this. She wasn't about to stop him, though, because she knew this kind of freedom for a guy was very unusual. She knew from hearing the other girls talk, that most guys were afraid people would think them gay or something for even touching guy-cum, even their own. She thought it was sexy that her daddy was confident enough with himself that he didn't have anything to prove by being scared like that. She loved him even more for it. If only the other girls knew what a special guy she had, who wasn't hung up on such things. Heck, most guys wouldn't even kiss their girlfriends after they'd cum in their mouths. Daddy had no qualms, and she had no question of his manhood. He was the most masculine guy she'd ever met, without being a macho asshole. It was why she loved him so much.

Before too long, Daddy had cleaned Baby's cunt of his jizz load and then set to work on tonguing her clit like he'd done so many times before. This was Baby's favorite way to cum. The vibrator and her fingers felt wonderful, but there was nothing so fantastic as her daddy's tongue... at least, that she'd experienced so far.

It didn't take much time for Baby to start writhing on her father's face, and not long after that, she was cumming for the fourth time since she'd arrived home with her vibrator.

Well, after cumming so often in so little time, Baby was worn out. Sleepily, she felt Daddy make her more comfortable on her bed, then he kissed her before moving the chair back where it belonged, gathered up his clothes and quietly closed the door behind him.

When she awoke, she was horny. The past several months, that had been a frequent occurrence. There were few days, Baby found, that she *wasn't* horny. After having heard what other girls did to satisfy this, she asked Daddy to replace the old shower head for a hand-held with a massage action. She couldn't tell if Daddy knew why she'd requested this change, but if he did, he didn't say anything, he simply changed the showerhead without a question or argument.

This time, though, she didn't want to cum in the shower, she didn't want the vibrator, she needed to use her fingers. First, though, she needed the bathroom.

Not bothering to dress - considering the relationship she and her father had, there was little necessity - she made her way to the bathroom, noting how quiet the house seemed to be. Taking care of business, Baby then wandered through the house and found it empty. There was no note as to where Daddy went, so he wasn't planning on being gone long. Baby grinned that she had some time to herself, to engage in a pastime she was indulging in quite often.

Baby took her time, reveling in the sensations of her body, letting her orgasm build slowly, until she had a nice cum, different from the ones she'd had before with the vibrator, but still wonderful.

This one imperative taken care of for the time being, Baby pulled on a pair of panties and T-shirt and headed for the kitchen to make herself something to eat.

All day, she wondered where Daddy had gone. It wasn't like him to leave without letting her know where he was going. He didn't have to go to work, it being the weekend, so his whereabouts were a mystery.

Baby occupied herself, watching some TV, a little reading, got online for a bit and read some stories about other girls and their daddies and brothers and uncles, and sometimes whole families getting together for big all-family orgies. The ones she liked best were the ones - few and far between - where everybody fucked everybody else: not just guys and girls, but girls and girls and guys and guys and any combination in between.

Long before she was done reading, she was horny again. She decided to save it for when Daddy got home. She hoped he'd be wanting her, too. 

Unfortunately, when he did come home, he looked really tired. Tired enough that sex wasn't on the agenda for him, anyway. Baby sat him down in his chair in the living room, then brought him a sandwich and a can of pop, then sat and watched TV with him. While she was still horny and wanted very much to play, she knew when her father was like this, there was no way. It was nice just having a quiet night together, even so.

Baby wondered what Daddy had been up to that had taken so much out of him. He hadn't mentioned anything to her, and she hadn't heard a word from him all day, even to let her know where he'd gone. He didn't offer, and she didn't pry. She knew if it was something he felt she needed to know, that he'd tell her when he was ready.

Eventually, Daddy got up and stretched, then announced that he was going to bed. Baby got up, too, and leaned in to kiss him. While there was little of the passion that Daddy often displayed when kissing his daughter lately, it was still far beyond your typical father/daughter kiss. It always made Baby's pussy juicy to kiss her father, and this time was no exception, especially given the arousal she'd felt most of the afternoon. She watched Daddy slouch toward his bedroom, disappear around the door jamb, then the door quietly closed.

Daddy must have been really tired: he hardly ever closed his door on Baby any more. She sighed, feeling sorry for him and whatever had worn him down so much, hoping he'd feel better in the morning. Baby went back to her room and turned the computer back on to read some more stories, then went to bed herself.

Morning came, and Baby was still horny. She searched the house, and her father was missing once more. Worried as to what might be happening, she grabbed herself a quick shower, where, on a whim, she took a new one of the razors she used for her underarms and legs and carefully shaved her pussy clean. Thinking what a surprise it'd be for her daddy when he saw, she dried herself, shocked at how sensitive the skin was without the hair. 

Since Daddy was gone again, Baby figured she was on her own like she had been the day before. Deciding she needed to take care of the arousal she'd felt since the previous afternoon, Baby got herself comfortable on the bed and started rubbing. 

Masturbation seemed much more intense with no hair covering her pussy. It might have been imagination, but regardless, it felt just another degree better this way. She was just about to climax for the first time that day when she heard, "Baby, would you come down here, please?"

Her father was home from wherever he'd gone, and he didn't seem nearly as tired as he had the evening before. While she was frustrated that she wasn't going to be able to cum yet, she didn't want to make him wait. He hated waiting, and the longer he waited, the angrier he got. Baby's daddy was a very indulgent man, otherwise. It was rather odd, but he'd been like that ever since Baby had known him.

Baby almost went to meet him as she was, but then she heard another voice. She quickly threw on a T-shirt and short skirt, not putting anything on underneath, since she didn't expect to be going anywhere - she was only covering up, after all.

Now as presentable as she cared to be at the moment, Baby trotted down the stairs to find her Daddy and a man she vaguely recognized. A moment later, she recalled the other man as her Uncle Bobby. The last time Baby had seen him, she was several years younger, and he'd had a big, bushy beard. Now, the beard was gone, and he sported a neat mustache, and that was all the facial hair he had. Uncle Bobby was a stocky man, not exactly overweight, but just big. He was Baby's mom's brother, and lived in Louisiana.

"Uncle Bobby's going to be staying here in town. Your Aunt Stella kicked him out." Baby recalled Aunt Stella as being loud and rude. Even when she was little, she couldn't see what Bob had seen in her. Of course, now with adolescence's experience, Baby figured it was Stella's pretty face and big boobs that he'd fallen in love with. "That's where I was yesterday, helping Bobby move his stuff into an apartment across town. Sorry I didn't tell you, but he only called me that morning. You were asleep when I left, and you're old enough to be home alone."

Baby didn't ask why Stella had put Uncle Bobby out of the house they owned down south. As far as Baby knew, no one in the family had ever really liked Stella much in the first place, so Bobby's being free of her was something of a relief.

Uncle Bobby looked Baby over approvingly. "You've grown into an amazing young woman, Baby. It's been a long time since I saw you last. Do you remember me?"

Baby smiled. "Do you still sing all those old show tunes?"

Bobby grinned and threw his arms out wide, "To dream... the impossible dream..." he warbled. He actually had a fairly nice voice. The big difference between Uncle Bobby and many of the guys at school who knew show tunes was: Uncle Bobby knew the *boy* songs.

Baby threw her arms around her uncle, and received a bear hug in return. When they parted after a moment, Uncle Bobby gave Baby a glance, indicating he felt her lack of a bra when they embraced, and his eyes grew wide when he saw that her nipples were showing beneath the thin fabric of the top she'd thrown on.

"Baby, Uncle Bobby knows. It's okay. He won't tell."

Baby's emotions ran the gamut. She loved Uncle Bobby, she just didn't see him often. She'd expected him to be at his sister's funeral, but something had kept him from making the trip. From the sound of things, he was now living nearby, so she was probably going to see a lot more of him. What she *wasn't* sure about was how comfortable she was with her daddy telling him about the two of them and what they'd been doing the past several months. She wasn't sure if she should be pleased that she wouldn't have to be secretive around him, or feel betrayed by her father that he'd let someone else in on their big secret. She didn't know if Uncle Bobby's knowledge of their unfatherly/undaughterly relationship would extend to her doing things with him, too? And if it did, did she care? Uncle Bobby wasn't a bad-looking man, but she didn't know how much she could really trust him. After all, the last time she'd seen him, she still hadn't grown boobs, and she'd had no hair on her pussy yet. 

Daddy, seeing Baby's indecision, turned to Uncle Bobby, "Bob, will you excuse us a minute?" He then took Baby into the kitchen and looked into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Baby. I didn't tell him directly. He got talking about how he hadn't had sex in over a year with Aunt Stella, and he asked me if I'd had anybody since your mama died, and I admitted I did, but didn't say anything else. We got talking, and I tried to be discrete, but the further along the conversation got, the closer I got to the truth. Eventually, Uncle Bobby figured it out for himself. I guess my silence when he made the suggestion gave him his answer. I guess my later denial was too little, too late. He assured me it was okay. I'm not expecting you to do anything with him, but you're an active young woman, and if you feel the need, I know he'll treat you like I do."

Baby listened to what she was being told with some disbelief. Uncle Bobby knew, and her father was giving her permission to have sex with him, too... if she wanted. To some extent, she felt as if she were being pimped out or something, but on the other hand, if she gave up what she was doing with her daddy, then she'd have to find someone else out there, who might not be as trustworthy, or know as much.

Then, the horny part of her spoke up, telling her how much fun it would be to have two hard cocks to play with, twice as much cum to swallow. She then thought of watching her daddy eating his own cum, and she asked, "Does Uncle Bobby like cum, too?"

At that question, Daddy blushed. "Um... I don't know if I should admit this to you or not, but I'm bisexual. Uncle Bobby is, too. When we went down to visit them the last time, when you were out with Grampa Spencer, us adults were playing, too. Your mama was bi, as is Aunt Stella, and while Stella can be a first-class bitch, she's a damn fine fuck. The closest thing I ever saw to your mom and Uncle Bobby fucking was the two of them in a 69. As far as I know, Bob never actually fucked his sister. They apparently did everything just short of that.

Baby was starting to realize: incest apparently wasn't an unusal thing with her family. She wondered if her mama would have made any moves on her if she was still alive? Well, one thing was for sure: at least this way, there was no doubt as to whether the people involved loved one another... well, except in Aunt Stella's case, that is.

So, Daddy was bisexual? Baby had read different stories online about men fucking both men and women, and the idea made her pussy get good and wet. She didn't know if she'd be able to lick another woman's pussy, but at the moment, it was a moot point. There was plenty of cock to go around, though.

"So, if I agree to having sex with Uncle Bobby, will I get to see you suck his cock?"

Daddy smiled. "Yes, Baby. You'll get to see me suck his cock. He's got a nice one, too. You'll love it. You'll even get to see him fuck my ass."

Baby's pussy gushed at the sound of that. Her heart thumped in her chest as she asked, "Can I see you suck his cock now?"

Daddy's smile got wider. He nodded his head toward the kitchen door. "C'mon." He then started back toward the living room.

Uncle Bobby stood by the couch, curiously waiting for Baby and Daddy to come back out. When he saw the grin on Daddy's face, he knew things were okay, and returned a smile of his own. He noted that Baby's nipples were hard, and stuck out the front of the shirt she wore even more than they had earlier. He started to say something when Daddy knelt at his feet and started unzipping his jeans. The thought never left Bobby's lips as his brother pulled down his pants and underwear and slurped his cock into his mouth.

Baby watched the proceedings with incredulity and lust. She'd read stories about this, but she never guessed she'd ever see it happen for real. 

Uncle Bobby didn't hesitate. He threw off his shirt and stepped out of his shoes and jeans, standing in the middle of the living room totally naked. It'd been many years since he'd felt his sister's husband's lips around his cock, and he realized how much he missed it. 

Baby didn't waste time, either. Her nipples were already stiff, and her pussy wetter than she could remember it ever being. She threw off the thin top she'd put on, then slipped out of her skirt, leaving her completely nude, too. She strode over to the two men and sat where she could see, pushed two fingers up her drooling cunt while rubbing her clit with her thumb, then grabbed a breast with the other hand and pinched the nipple hard.

Daddy sucked Bobby's cock like he hadn't had any in years. Well, as far as male contact, he hadn't. The last time he'd sucked a cock was all those years ago when Bobby had seen Baby last. While there was no way he was giving up pussy, he recalled that there was a totally different kind of pleasure in having a cock throbbing in your mouth.

They'd been at this for several minutes, when Baby whispered, "Daddy, you're overdressed."

Daddy took his daughter's cue and started to unbutton his shirt, then pulled it off. Unbuckling his belt, he undid his jeans and pulled off them as far as he could without removing his lips from Bobby's cock.

Bobby took this opportunity to say, "I want some of you, too, brother mine."

Daddy stood up, dropped his pants the rest of the way and stepped out of them. "Let's go to my bedroom. It's a lot more comfortable there."

Well, there was no arguing, and all three of them practically ran to Daddy's bedroom. As soon as they got in there, Uncle Bobby laid down on the bed, and Daddy stretched out over him, so that their cocks pointed at each other's mouth. Baby felt a little left out, but couldn't deny that she loved watching these two men having sex together.

Baby quickly ran to her room and dug into her panty drawer for the box of condoms she'd hidden there. She was so horny, she decided it was time...

"Daddy," she called from the doorway, "I want you to fuck me."

The men stopped sucking one another for a moment, and Daddy's head craned around so he could see his daughter. He saw the love and lust in her eyes, and noticed the box of rubbers she held in her hand. 

"Go for it," Bobby told him. "If you don't, I will."

"C'mere, babygirl," Daddy cooed, rolling off his brother. 

Baby sashayed up to her daddy, who now sat on the edge of the bed. She handed the box to Uncle Bobby, who immediately started to tear into it. While father and daughter kissed, Bobby got out a condom and rolled it onto Daddy's hard-on. 

When he was sheathed, Daddy picked up his babygirl and laid her back on the bed. He then spread her legs wide, exposing her extremely juicy pussy to his eager gaze, then lined himself up.

"You're sure you want this?" he verified.

"Please, Daddy, I'm ready," Baby panted.

"It might hurt a little," Daddy warned.

"No it won't. It's going to feel wonderful. 

"Please. Now," she begged.

With no further hesitation, Daddy pushed his hips forward into his daughter's waiting pussy. She was right, he slid right in with no barrier to pierce. Now they were truly an incestuous couple. There was nothing else to call it. He'd just been given his daughter's virginity, and he'd taken it. 

Baby had never imagined how good it would feel to have a real, live cock in her pussy. There was no way for even the girls she'd overheard at school to describe what it felt like to be filled to the brim like this. If she'd known, maybe she'd have let some kid do this to her sooner. She was glad she hadn't, though. It made her feel closer to her daddy than she'd ever been before.

"How do you feel, Baby? Are you okay?" Daddy asked.

"Oh my god! I can't believe it! You feel so huge in my pussy, Daddy," Baby gushed. "Please, fuck me now."

Getting the green light was what Daddy'd been waiting for. He began to pump in and out of Baby's wet cunt slowly, letting her savor the feeling of her first fuck, and savoring the feeling of his daughter's pussy, himself.

Bobby let father and daughter have their moment, slowly stroking his cock while he watched. Then, he got an idea and rolled a condom onto his own cock. Checking the nightstand, he found a bottle of lube and smeared some on himself, then bent his brother over and did the same to Daddy's asshole. Daddy stopped fucking his girl for a moment when he felt the fingers slicking up his butt, knowing what was coming. 

Baby just lay there beneath her father, his cock buried deeply in her. She didn't know for sure what was going on, but she could guess, from the look on her daddy's face and the moaning sounds he made. When he moaned even louder, and a gasp escaped his lips, she had little doubt what was going on between her daddy and Uncle Bobby.




Baby



Bobby just aligned himself and pushed. He knew his brother was capable of taking his cock to the hilt in a single thrust. It'd happened several times before. Maybe not recently, but even so...

Daddy relaxed as Bobby penetrated his much-neglected ass. It'd been so long since he'd had anything in his butt, he'd forgotten how good it felt to be filled back there. There had been times where he'd thought about buying a dildo for that purpose, but for some reason, he never got around to it.

Now, the room was filled with moans. Baby laid beneath her daddy, getting her first fuck from the first man she'd ever loved, while he got fucked by his dead wife's brother. None of them thought about that right then, because they were all too busy enjoying the sensations of amazing, forbidden sex.

Before too long, Baby felt an orgasm roll over her, and she just let it go, cumming more strongly than she ever had before. This set off her daddy, who stiffened and unloaded his cum while inside his baby girl. The clenching of Daddy's ass muscles while he came got Uncle Bobby off, too, and his cock throbbed while he came inside his brother's ass.

Bobby slowly pulled out of Daddy's butt, his condom full of jizz. Daddy then withdrew from his daughter's cunt, his rubber full to the brim, as well.

Daddy and Bobby gave a look to one another, and they carefully removed their condoms, then emptied the contents out onto Baby's tits. When she felt the wet, hot man-cream on her body, she gave a delighted squeal. The men then discarded their rubbers into the trash and looked at the work of art they'd created. They gave each other another look, then leaned over and started to lick each other's cum off Baby's firm, young breasts. When she was shining with their saliva, the men then stepped over and let Baby lick each of their cocks clean. 

Finally, they all lay on the bed, naked and - at least for the moment - pretty fucked out. Baby lay between the two men, and they gently caressed her smooth, young body. 

"So, brother," Uncle Bobby said, "you think I'll get a chance at this lovely young thing?"

Daddy responded, "I think that's up to her. If she wants it, I don't think there'll be any problem."

Baby sat up. "Why are you talking about me like I'm not here? Uncle Bobby, of course I'll let you fuck me. I want as much cock as I can get, anywhere you want to put it."

Daddy asked, "In your ass, too, darling? Are you ready for that?"

Baby turned to him and started to caress his cock and balls. "If you can take it, Daddy, I know I can, too."

Bob's cock had started growing with the conversation and the admission that his pretty, horny niece wanted him to fuck her, too. "How about now, Baby? Think you could take my cock right now?"

Baby smiled. "Please, Uncle Bobby, fuck me. My holes need filling as often as you and Daddy can fill them." She got up on her hands and knees and wiggled her butt. "Come on, my pussy or my ass. Take your pick.

"And Daddy," she reached down and started caressing her father's cock and balls, "I'll suck on you if you want."

Daddy grinned and moved into position. "I don't know if I'll be able to get hard this soon after cumming."

Baby answered, "I want to suck on it anyway, if that's okay."

"You do whatever you want, my sexy girl," Daddy laughed. "It'll feel good, regardless."

With a delighted grin, Baby bent down and nuzzled her face against her daddy's cock and balls.

Uncle Bobby, in the meantime, had maneuvered around and gotten himself prepared to enter his niece's hot, ready holes. With a single thrust, he buried himself in Baby's cunt, drawing a grunt of satisfaction from them both.

Baby was ecstatic. She'd never imagined two cocks at once, much less two guys that'd be as into each other as they were her. Seeing her father and uncle fuck and suck one another had gotten her so hot and bothered, that she wondered if she was ever going to be able to satisfy her horniness.

Baby's pussy was stretched very nicely by Uncle Bobby's fat cock. She writhed her butt around, fucking back as he fucked forward, his hips slapping into her bottom on each thrust. Daddy's cock was being stubborn, and was refusing to grow, no matter what Baby did to him. She rubbed her face all over his sweaty crotch, she licked and sucked and nibbled, but it seemed to be no use. When Uncle Bobby slipped out of her pussy and pushed at her tight asshole, she got an idea and squirmed one hand under her father's butt. Wiggling a finger up between his asscheeks, she shoved that finger up his ass and went in as deep as she could.

Daddy moaned, and Baby felt his cock swell in her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the tip, while she moved her finger around inside his butt. When she curled her finger up and touched a little roundish thing, Daddy moaned louder and his cock got noticeably bigger. Baby tapped at this and gently rubbed it while she sucked and licked his cock, which was growing steadily. Once, she rubbed a little hard, and she got the taste of his cum in her mouth, although he hadn't actually had an orgasm. That was kind of neat, so she worked that angle a little more, and got more cum out of him. Baby had no idea what she was doing inside her daddy's ass to make him cum without having an orgasm, but she wanted him to have something to shoot if she was able to get him that excited. It was far better for the cum to spurt out like a fountain, instead of just oozing like it was doing while she pressed on this little thing inside him. 

Baby no longer pressed against the little walnut-sized thing, but she didn't stop tapping at it and rubbing it gently. Daddy seemed to love that almost more than her mouth on his cock. He didn't tell her to quit, though, so she sucked and licked and played, all the while driving him crazy with her finger.

Uncle Bobby took his time getting into Baby's tight ass. In fact, it felt like he was trying to make entering her butt last as long as he could. After a while, though, she felt his hips against her, and his hard-on deep in her rear. Baby could hardly believe how horny she was. She wasn't regretting coming down from her bedroom when Daddy called.

Even though Daddy hadn't thought he'd be able to cum again so soon, between Baby's mouth and her finger tapping against his prostate (she found out what it was later), before too long he was moaning louder and louder, and his cock was fully hard and ready to pump cum into his baby girl's waiting mouth.

Baby got into Uncle Bobby's rhythm as he fucked her ass, and before too long, he was making noises like he was going to cum soon, too.

Baby couldn't see, but she figured the men had made some sort of silent deal while they played. Instead of releasing their cum into her body, they both pulled away from her at the same time, and Daddy whispered, "Turn over, Baby." She laid on her back in time to see Uncle Bobby taking off his rubber. He started stroking his pretty hard-on then, the tip of his cock poised over Baby's aching pussy. Daddy started stroking, too. Baby was going cross-eyed, watching Daddy's cock directly over her face, but she was totally fascinated by it, and reached her hands up and back, one finger pushing back into his butt, the other going for his balls. She wasn't able to get the right angle to touch the little round thing inside him that he seemed to like so much, but he appeared to enjoy her finger in his ass anyway, so she didn't take it away.

Daddy came first, even though he hadn't thought he'd be able to. His cum sprayed over Baby's face and onto her throat, then started dribbling out, landing over her nose and cheeks. Uncle Bobby gave out a moan and covered her pussy with his cum. Just like they'd done before, the men stopped a moment to admire the sight of Baby's body covered in their cum, then leaned over and started cleaning her up with their tongues. 

It was so arousing, having these two men licking their own jizz off her body, that Baby came while they were doing it. Of course, Uncle Bobby took every chance he got to run his tongue over her excited clit, so that had a lot to do with it. When the men were through this time, they both smiled, then Daddy leaned over Baby's face, his mouth lined up with hers. She wasn't sure what he expected to do, but it finally dawned on her what he wanted and opened her own mouth.

When her mouth finally opened, Daddy let the cum slip from his lips in a long white strand and into his daughter's waiting mouth. Considering what she'd milked from him earlier, there was quite a bit of it, and she was ready to swallow, when Uncle Bobby leaned over her in a similar position. Well, she knew what was coming, so she kept her mouth open and let Uncle Bobby's cum leak from his mouth into hers.

Once again, she was prepared to swallow all the cum she'd received from these two wonderful men, when Uncle Bobby leaned down further and pressed his lips to hers. When his mouth opened and his tongue came out, she figured out what he wanted and they played with the cum in her mouth for a little bit, until Uncle Bobby pulled away and let her Daddy take his place. Daddy and Baby played with the mixed cum, and Baby shared a little bit of it with him just before he pulled away. Baby watched as her daddy swallowed the cum he'd gotten from her, a mixture of both his cum and Uncle Bobby's. She gave Uncle Bobby a look, and he leaned back over and she shared a bit of the cum with him, too, letting him swallow before she opened wide to let the two men see how much was left. With a theatrical gulp, she swallowed down the remainder of the two men's cum, then opened up again to show them it was gone.

All three grinned ear-to-ear, having thoroughly enjoyed the hot, forbidden sex they'd just had, and knowing it'd most likely happen again. The men then collapsed to the bed, Baby still laying between them. Just before she heard their breathing get slow and steady, she placed each of her hands on the cocks of the men she loved so much, who'd given her so much pleasure. She fell asleep wondering about getting on birth control pills, so she could feel their cocks bare inside her...



Baby and Lover



It's about noon already. I'm standing outside with her while she takes a fifteen minute break at her work. It's just us out here, no one else at her job smokes and you can't see the back of the building from the road. She wraps her arms loosely around my shoulders in an embrace and kisses my neck.

"So have you missed me this week, Lover?" she asks in a kitten like purr. She pulls back to look in my eyes while running her hands down my shoulders, cupping my breasts in her hands and squeezes them. My body reacts to her touch and I feel myself get damp.

"You know I have, Baby." I reply. I gently push her against the brick wall and kiss those full lips before she can get her cigarette out of the pack. I run my tongue over her lips, tasting the vanilla lip balm she always wears. 

"You should come to the office tonight and let me show you how much I've missed you" I say moving my mouth over to her neck. 

"I've got an idea, Baby, how about I give you a sample of what you'll get tonight when you get there" I move my hands up her body and fill my hands with her luscious breast. 

She's wearing a low cut black shirt and no bra so I feel her nipple harden as I run my thumbs over them.

"I don't think we have time, I still want my cigarette" she tries to protest, but I can tell she wants it. I open the v of her shirt to expose her and take one of those plump nipples into my mouth. I hear her moan softly. 

"Go ahead and start smoking and I'll take it from here. She lights up and takes a drag, letting it out slowly as I move one hand under her skirt. I move my fingers around her clit felling how wet she is. I hear her moan again as I push my fingers into her pussy and move them in and out. 

"Do you like that, Baby? You like cumming for me don't you?"

"Yes, Lover." she answers as I suck hard on the other nipple.

" C'mon Baby, tell me, do you like cumming on my hand? Or do you wanna cum on my face?"

" Let me cum on your face, Lover, please." she moans out.

I drop to my knees and lift her skirt. I kiss her lips softly at first, then I run my tongue slowly around her pussy. Savoring the taste of her though I know I'll see her again in a few hours. I increase the speed of my tongue, lapping up her juices. I can hear her breathing hard, the cigarette forgotten, she's about to cum. I hold back just a little bit, I wanna hear her beg for it. I flick my tongue slowly over her glistening wet lips.

"Make me cum, Lover, Please make me cum. I need it, Lover, I need it now" she pants out.

With that I slam my fingers into her soaked pussy again and move them as fast as I move my tongue. I feel her walls tighten around my fingers as she climaxes. I move my fingers and shove my tongue inside her as hard and as deep as I can. My fingers rub her clit as I fuck her with my tongue and lap up her juices until her orgasm subsides.

She grabs my hair and pulls me up, then sucks my fingers clean. She then kisses my lips softly.

"I have to go back to work now" she says almost regretfully.

" I know, Baby, come over as soon as you get off. I'll be waiting on you." I say. 

As she turns to go back inside I grab her from behind and put my mouth close to her ear "Keep her ready for me, Baby, because I'm gonna fuck her hard tonight."



Baby & Me



I received a request for this story from a young lady to whom I dedicate it. You, who live in NY know who you are. It is our story, but anyone who reads it and enjoys, please comment.

My wife left me after only ten years of marriage to run away with someone from her office. I was left to raise our twelve-year-old daughter Chrissy (short for Christina) by myself. This was somewhat of a challenge for me since I had always left the care of Chrissy to my wife while I worked hard to build my business. The business was doing well by that point so I was able to step back and act as a consultant while I concentrated on the duties of being both Mum and Dad.

As time passed, Chrissy and I grew closer together; even throughout her teens she continued to surprise me with her good grades and healthy attitude. We shared in the household duties and laughed a lot in spite of having to deal with a lot of hurt. I suppose we were there for each other and that made all the difference.

I found that taking care of Chrissy didn't allow me much of a social life; she and our relationship were my number one priority. So, as she grew and blossomed into a beautiful young woman of 19, I found myself ever increasingly drawn to my computer each evening after she went to bed. I first surfed the web looking for a partner or even a friend I could talk to but with little success. I then, about a year ago, discovered a site featuring erotic stories that had a chat room icon linked to it.

I started to get in the habit of reading all sorts of stories (some may have been true but likely most were strictly someone's imagination) that aroused me to the point of having to masturbate to release the excitement. For a reason I couldn't define at the time, I was particularly pulled into stories about fathers having sex with their young daughters. Even though I knew it was taboo, I couldn't help but stroke my erection while I envisioned my beautiful 20-year old daughter Chrissy asleep upstairs in her room. Whenever I did this, I would explode with an intensity that almost took my breath away. 

One night around midnight, I was sitting naked in my den with the door slightly ajar in case I heard Chrissy call out. I was focused so hard on the story I was reading about a father fucking his teenaged daughter and her becoming pregnant that I didn't hear the door open all the way. I was almost reaching my climax when I heard a gasp at the door and turned my chair, erect cock in hand, to see Chrissy staring at my lap with wide eyes. "Daddy, what are you doing!" she cried.

I blushed and my cock immediately deflated as I stammered, "I can. I can explain, Baby"

Chrissy moved over beside my chair and it wasn't until then that I realized that the story was still displayed on my large monitor and she had raised her eyes long enough to read a few lines. As she stood there transfixed by what she was reading, I ran my right hand up her leg. Her skin was so silky and she groaned softly as I touched her so lightly. Then she shocked me with her next words!

"Daddy. I had wondered what you were doing in here most nights after I went to bed and I have been creeping down and watching you through the crack in the open door for a few weeks now. I got so hot watching you cum that I had to finger my cunt until I came!" She went on. "I had to see what you have been looking at and what has excited you so much so I have been reading your history files and, Daddy, I have wanted your cock inside me for as long as I can remember!"

As she said these last words, she climbed into my lap and straddled my legs. I could feel the heat of her cunt and its wetness through the tiny sheer panties she wore under her baby doll nightie. She started to slowly move back and forth on my rigid cock and then pulled her nightie top off and threw it on the floor. "Suck my little titties please Daddy! I need your mouth on my nipples so bad!"

I lowered my head as in a trance and engulfed her hard little nipple in my mouth and started to nip and suck it. It grew even longer in my mouth. Her head fell back as she increased her motions in my lap. Suddenly she pulled herself away from my hungering mouth and stood up. I feared I had gone too far but she quickly pulled down her drenched panties and kicked them aside. Remounting me, she lowered herself onto my cock until I encountered an obstacle; I immediately realized that it was her hymen. My little girl was a virgin at 20 years of age! As if reading my thoughts, she nodded her head, saying "Yes Daddy. I have been saving myself for you; I have always wanted you to be my first. Ever since Mum left us and I saw what a sacrifice you were making to take such good care of me, I have wanted you and waited for you. Daddy, I want to have you be my first lover and my last – I want to have your baby!"

Before I could express my surprise and hock or even question what I had just heard, Chrissy wrapped her knees around my waist and around the back of my desk chair and dropped so that I broke through her maidenhead. She cried out in momentary pain and then started to grind her body against me as I thrust deep into her tight pussy while sucking alternatively on her breasts and nipples. Her first orgasm came so fast it surprised both of us and she clamped her cunt tightly around my hard cock while she cried out "I'm cumming, Daddy! Please fill me with your cum and seed! Make me carry your baby!"

I almost lifted her from the chair as I lunged upwards one last time and I felt the hot cum boiling up from my balls and into her waiting pussy! I lost count of how many times I came but it was more than she could handle and it drips out of her around my cock and down my leg to the floor.

To be continued...



Baby and Me



Thanks again Princesss for helping me again with the editing. Enjoy. 

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Ruth Pearson had just turned eighteen when she met Gerald Gibson, who was two years older than her. They had met at the local deli where Ruth worked and had gone out on a few dates to the movies and dinner. Gerald was the nicest boy in town and she soon found that he didn't need to work for a living as his parents were rich and he sponged off them every chance he got. Yes, Gerald Gibson was a spoiled child growing up and never wanted for anything, even now at twenty years of age. If he wanted something, his parents gave him the money for it or bought it for him.

Ruth, on the other hand, was from the other side of the tracks. Her parents worked hard for what they had. Her father was getting a big promotion soon that would take him and her mom to live in Melbourne, Australia by the end of the year, if all went well. 

Ruth didn't want to leave the town where she was born and brought up, and Australia was too far away for her to even think of going there. She had her boyfriend, Gerald, and she hoped that he would be the one who would take good care of her, even if his parents looked down their nose at her.

It was late September and they had been going steady for almost six months now . She loved her job at the deli and enjoyed talking to all the customers that came in. It was a Friday night and Gerald had told Ruth that they were invited to a party at a friend of his and to be ready at 7.30pm, he would come pick her up. It was 8pm when Gerald finally turned up at her door with six red roses, one for every month they had been together. This was what she loved about him, he was always doing things like this for her.

It was almost 8.30pm by the time they got to his friend, Gordon Peacock's, house or, rather, Gordon's parent's house. His mom and dad were away for the weekend, hence the party, which was now in full swing. Ruth had never drank anything stronger than coke and now she was having a glass of vodka and coke put in her hand by her boyfriend, who looked like he had downed a few of them already himself. Ruth drank her vodka and coke, but not having had anything like that before, it didn't take long for her to get drunk. Gerald realised this and took her upstairs to one of the bedrooms, laying her down on the double bed.

As he looked at her lying there, he noticed that her short skirt had ridden up to almost her crotch. He was half drunk and thought he would have a little fun with her. Having never gone further than kissing and feeling her boobs over her bra, Gerald thought that since Ruth was drunk, he might have a chance to feel a little more than her bra covered boobs and lifted her skirt up far enough to see that she wore little white cotton panties. He wanted to see more and as Ruth had already passed out from drinking the double vodka and coke that he gave her, he unbuttoned her blouse and feasted his eyes on her 34D boobs, clad in a lacy black bra.

He notice that the clasp was on the front of her bra, so he easily popped it open, releasing her soft white boobs, which he latched onto with his mouth and licked and sucked each hardening nipple in turn. Ruth began to sleepily moan her excitement at having her nipples sucked and Gerald decided to take things a little further, the party still raging on outside the bedroom door. A few minutes later, as Gerald was pulling Ruth's panties down to her knees, the bedroom door opened and in came a drunken Gordon. When he saw what his friend was up to, he was eager to join in, helping Gerald strip the helpless Ruth out of all her clothes.

Once she was naked, both boys also stripped naked and joined her on the bed, one at each side of her. Gordon started sucking on her right nipple as Gerald decided to have a taste of her pussy. He rubbed a couple of fingers up and down her pussy lips before dipping one just barely inside of her to make her pussy wet enough to get his cock inside. His friend, Gordon, was all over Ruth's boobs, leaving his saliva all over them and pulling at her nipples. Gerald had tasted enough of her pussy and wanted to get his hard cock inside of her. As he got between her creamy white thighs, Ruth began to wake up and Gordon decided it was time for him to leave them to it. Gerald nudged his cock up to the entrance of Ruth's pussy and could feel the heat coming from her on the tip of his cock.

"No, please, Gerald, don't put it in me! I've never done it before and I'm not protected!" She pleaded with him in vain.

No sooner had she told him not to than he did the exact opposite, plunging his cock right into her pussy, breaking her hymen in the process, and starting to fuck her hard and fast, ignoring her pleas to stop. Soon her body was not listening either and betrayed her, beginning to enjoy Gerald's cock. He fucked her with long hard strokes, his rhythm getting faster and faster as he neared the point of no return. With one last thrust into her succulent body, Gerald came. His dick throbbed as he spurted inside her, sending his load of hot, sticky, white cum deep inside of her and then collapsing beside her on the bed. 

Twenty minutes later, Ruth slid out bed and got herself cleaned up in the bathroom before getting dressed and calling a taxi to come pick her up and take her home.

***

It was a month later and Ruth had not heard from Gerald. He seemed to be keeping a low profile after what he did to her. She was late. Her period had always been on time and she was now three days late, so she went into town and get a pregnancy test, along with a few groceries. When she got home, she peed on the stick and waited the three minutes required. When she looked at the stick again, there were two blue lines on it. There was no doubt about it, she was eighteen years old and pregnant.

As soon as Gerald found out she was pregnant, he went straight to the army recruiting office and joined up. He had run off and left her to face the future all alone. His family, who had never liked her in the first place, as they felt she was beneath them, never helped her out in any way, shape or form. Ruth was left to bring her unborn kid up on her own, as her own parents had already moved to Australia just before they found out she was pregnant and still didn't know that they were going to be grandparents.

At almost nineteen, Ruth had her son, James, in the back of an ambulance while on the way to the hospital. Her mousey brown hair was stuck to her sweaty brow and her big brown eyes looked tired after being in labour for almost ten hours giving birth to her son. She had intended on giving birth at home on her own, but the pains got too unbearable and she had to call for an ambulance in the end. With no one to visit her and her son, they spent 3 days in the hospital with no visitors before they were released and sent on their way.

As Ruth stood outside the hospital with a nurse holding little James, a big black limo pulled up in front of the hospital. The chauffeur of the limo got out, came round and opened the back door of the car, asking her to step inside. Ruth didn't know what to make of this. She didn't even know who this man was, or who had ordered the limo to pick her and little James up. The chauffeur stood there waiting with the door open for her to get in and, as she looked at him, he told her not to worry, everything had been taken care of for her and her baby.

Ruth decided to take the chance of getting in the limo, as she had nowhere else to go to. She had lost her job at the deli when she was eight months pregnant and even her friends had deserted her now, so into the limo she and baby James went. Forty minutes later, they arrived at a big mansion on the other side of town. She had never been this far to the other side of town and she wondered who it was that lived in the mansion that they now sat in front of. The door to the mansion opened and out stepped an old, thin lady with short grey hair. It was then that Ruth realised where she was.