****** Tareeka by D. Pravity ******
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Tareeka


This is a story about incest, heterosexual and bisexual, with interracial
relations and unintended pregnancy. While the story is fictional, some of the
events are true. I know this for a fact, as they happened to my younger brother
during his junior year in high school.

Chapter I

Tareeka Jones was sure she was going to hate their new home; like, they had
moved to this jerkwater town in Mississippi from a hip neighborhood in New
Orleans, a "happenin'" sort of place, with the latest in mall delights, wide
assortment of friends, latest fashions, etc. Here, there wasn't even a decent
movie house or, for Pete's sake, even a mall! But her dad had been promoted to
general manager of the company's largest cement plant, with commensurate
increase in pay and prestige. It was especially satisfying to him because he
had beat out several very highly qualified white contenders for the job, making
him the only African-American plant manager in the company.

When she and her brother Darren enrolled in the swanky private academy for her
first year of junior high school and his junior year in senior high school,
they were the only non-white children in the academy except for a Pakistani
girl. She felt as out of place as a whore teaching Sunday school. She looked
out of place, too; tall for her age (about 5'9") and big boned, she weighed in
at a hefty 150 pounds, very dark chocolate complexion, thick Negroid lips,
shiny straight white teeth and purplish gums, wide nostrils, beautiful maroon
eyes with an Oriental slant, thick inky-black hair pulled into a pony and
entwined with brilliantly colored dookey beads. Her body was strong and
muscular looking, with pronounced backward thrust of buttocks, proud, jutting
breasts, large hands with pink palms and long shapely fingers, large black feet
with pale soles, long pretty toes painted bright red. At age 13 (barely), she
looked 18.

Darren was a lanky, athletic looking boy of 16, much lighter in color than
Tareeka and had the features of a white boy. He was the fruit of a illicit
relationship between her black mother and a white policeman in New Orleans, a
fruit which produced much hard feelings between her parents. Her dad eventually
forgave her mother for her indiscretion, and he loved Darren as his own. The
boy was smart, athletically talented and so good looking he dampened many a
female crotch.

Gradually, they made some friends in school. Both were smart kids from a good
economic background and quite a few cuts above the "homies" in the public
schools. Darren's special friend was Alex Haver, the son of a local planter.
Unlike many boys of wealth and good family background, Alex was a polite and
considerate boy, also a good athlete and extremely popular with girls in his
school. He could have dated any of them with a crook of his finger, but he
seemed to be aloof from the usual high school romantic intrigues. It had even
been whispered a few times that he was gay, but no boy in his right mind would
have ever said that to his face - if he wanted to keep his teeth, that is.

Alex and Darren became good friends as well as teammates (Alex pitching, Darren
catching), and he started inviting Darren to come join him in some horseback
riding and swimming at his home. Since spring break was coming up in a few
days, Alex made arrangements with Darren to spend a few days at his house.
Darren asked if he could bring his sister Tareeka, and Alex said sure - that he
had 2 sisters she could bum around with at the farm.

The Friday before spring break finally came, and Tareeka and Darren rode with
Alex in his new Cherokee to the Jones house to pick up their things. Alex was
introduced to Mrs. Jones and was very impressed; tall, very black skin, proud
almost haughty expression, beautiful succulent lips and the same sexy Egyptian-
looking cast of eye worn by Tareeka. As he took her hand, he felt a little
tightening in his crotch. Her hand was large and strong, warm and dry, and she
embraced him lightly. Her breath was soft and sweet as she kissed him on the
cheek and her exotic, spicy skin odor made his cock twitch again.

"Thank you for inviting my children to your home, Alex. You kids have a good
time, be careful and remember that we are Muslims. Alcohol in any form is
forbidden to us. Please don't embarrass them by offering them anything
alcoholic to drink. Your parents will be there, right?"

"Darren is my best friend, Mrs. Jones. Anyone in your family is welcome at my
house any time. My parents will certainly be there as chaperones, and since
neither I nor my sisters drink, you needn't be concerned about alcohol."

The Jones kids collected their bags and they all piled into the Jeep, laughing
and chatting excitedly about the forthcoming week off from school. Alex and
Darren sat in the front, and Tareeka took the back seat. As she settled in and
moved around to get comfortable, she felt something prod her in the back from
between the seat cushions. She reached back and pulled out a worn and tattered
porn magazine. She quickly slipped it into her ditty bag, making sure the guys
didn't see her doing it. She had only seen one once before, and she and her old
bosom pal Bella had masturbated to it several times. Bella's brother found it
and took it away from her for his own use, though, so she hadn't seen one
since.

The plantation was almost 20 miles out in the country, but finally they pulled
through the ornate gates and up the half-mile long driveway to the house.

"Wooeee! Alex, you got a big place here! How big is it?"

"We have 2,600 acres, Tareeka. We grown cotton, soybeans and have about 150
acres under water for catfish ponds. My dad is experimenting around with it. Do
you like horses?"

"I never rode a horse before," she replied.

"You'll get to see lots of neat stuff this week, Tareeka, plenty of time."

They pulled into the circular drive in front of the house and stopped. Two
girls came running out to meet them, Alex' sisters D'Arcy and Leigh, 15 and 11,
respectively. You could certainly tell they had the same genes; D'Arcy at 5'5"
and 110 pounds, blonde, blue-eyed and bouncy, tanned and athletic figure with
impudent, up thrust breasts, and Leigh at 5'3" and 90 pounds, blue eyes, darker
blonde, just beginning to develop, small breasts and coltish legs, but with an
air of seduction about her. They stood in awe of the movie-star looks of Darren
and his tall, muscular body and tight buns. When Tareeka got out of the car,
she politely shook hands with the girls and then whispered to Leigh, "I got to
pee so bad I can't stand it. Can you show me the bathroom?"

"Dad is out on the construction site for the new grain silos, so he won't be in
until probably after five o'clock," said Alex. "But Mom should be around
somewhere. You guys get your gear and I'll show you where you will be sleeping.
Leigh, please show Tareeka where her bathroom is, ok?"

The younger girls ran to the house while Alex and Darren and D'Arcy collected
all the rest of the bags and took them to the house. D'Arcy took Darren's arm
as they walked and said, to Alex, "Man, you didn't tell me your bud was such a
hunk!"

Darren blushed and stammered his thanks, and they walked up to the huge house
that almost like a hotel, it was so big. Alex' mother was waiting at the door,
and Alex introduced her to him. She smiled and said hello and welcome to our
home. Jeanette Haver looked at Darren, licked her lips slightly and had a
speculative look on her face as she admired this beautiful boy.

When Don Haver finally came in, he was introduced to the two black children. He
shook hands with Darren and then gently took Tareeka's hand, lightly rubbing
her palm with his thumb. Her pulse speeded up and she felt a bloom of heat and
some moisture in her panties. She dropped her eyes in confusion, and Don smiled
to himself, thinking of the possibility of getting some of that pretty dark
meat before she left. The fact that she was 13 didn't bother him at all; he had
fucked plenty of girls that young, and some even younger.
After a big dinner, the kids were left to their own devices and told to make
themselves at home. D'Arcy took Darren by the arm and they took an evening walk
down to the little lake fronting the property. Don Haver went back into town to
a long-winded political meeting and Jeanette Haver went into her sewing room to
work on D'Arcy's prom dress. Alex showed Tareeka around the house and then
walked her outside towards the stables.

On the walk, he casually put his arm around her and she stiffened up a little,
but was flattered that this white bread hottie liked her. She leaned against
him as they walked and he got a little feel of her soft breast. She could feel
her panties starting to get damp again and her nipples starting to get erect.
When they got to the stable, he showed her the horses, and let her pet some
noses. He showed her the tack room and backed her against the door, putting his
mouth to hers and tasting her exotic flavor. At first, she pushed against him,
but finally melted into his arms, her tongue seeking out his. She was wearing
wide-legged kulottes and a sleeveless shirtwaist. The sides of her plump
breasts showed through the armholes. Alex unbuttoned the top 2 buttons on her
shirtwaist and got his hand around the firm, fleshy C cup breast. She moaned
and twisted against him. His right hand slipped under the elastic band of her
kulottes and he squeezed and caressed the large firm globes of her buttocks.
She was wearing a thong and he got his middle finger under it and probed gently
against her rectum, causing her to squeal and shudder against him.

"Tareeka, have you ever sucked a cock before?" he asked.

"N-no."

He unzipped the fly of his shorts and put her large, soft hand inside on his
stiffening 8" cock. It felt like a warm glove had just fitted over it. Her
large hand and long pretty fingers easily wrapped around his cock and began to
stroke him. It was pretty obvious that she was new to this, but she had a
talent for it and her hands were marvelous. He pushed her to her knees. She
looked up at him as she pulled his stiff cock from his pants. It was the first
white cock she had ever seen, outside of pictures. Long, straight, cut, with a
thick tube under it and swollen veins snaking its length. Tentatively, she
licked the purplish head, tasting his sweetish precum. Not bad. She licked the
head and the shaft, getting it wet before taking it into her mouth and forming
a gentle suction. For a 13-year-old girl, she sure knew what she was doing in
the fellatio department, or else she just had a natural talent for it. He
quickly started thrusting into her mouth, fucking her face, holding her
ponytail. She was slobbering and drooling, the saliva running down his shaft.
She stroked the slick shaft while sucking, her head bobbing back and forth from
the urging of his hand on her ponytail. His excited prostate started quivering,
generating the impending gusher of semen.

"Oh, God, Tareeka! You are so good at this! I'm going to cum in a minute. I
promise it don't taste bad, and I'd love it if you would swallow when I cum in
your mouth, ok? Please say yes." She nodded her head in the affirmative and
increased the pace of her stroking. "NNNNNGGGGGGG! AHH!" he grunted and squirts
of hot semen hit the back of her mouth and tongue. Her large sucking mouth
easily took all that he had and her throat muscles gently bobbed as she
swallowed his load of cum, licking the remainder off his shaft and smacking her
lips.

"Now what you gonna do for me, Alex?" she said.

"I'm going to eat you out from your hot pussy to your belly button, my hot
chocolate baby!" and he started pulling her pantskirt off. Just at that moment,
however, the headlights of a pickup swung into the stable area and two of the
hired hands got out. "Shit!" Alex exclaimed, "We'll have to finish this later.
Let's walk back to the house." She was burning with frustration as she buttoned
her shirt and pulled her pantskirt back up.

"You promise, Alex? You gonna eat me out later, right?"

"God, Tareeka, I can hardly wait! Just gonna eat you until you melt into a
chocolate puddle."


She giggled and hugged his arm to her soft breast, "Man, you so bad!" She was
excited and anxious and nervous, but too young to know about what. Her tummy
and virgin pussy jerked and quivered with anticipation. The two farm hands
exchanged grins and knowing glances as they watched the young couple leave.
"Looks like young Alex is getting himself some dark meat tonight," one said
with a chuckle.

Meanwhile, D'Arcy and Darren were making out down at the little dock on the
lake. He had never sucked face with a white girl before, and he was nervous,
but excited and his massive cock twitched and jumped inside his shorts. They
were in a lip lock, tongues dancing and entwining. Her hands were inside his
shirt and around his back, stroking and rubbing lightly with her fingernails.
Darren grunted his pleasure and kissed her neck and ears, and rubbed her butt
through her tight denim shorts. Her left hand found the zipper to his shorts
and slowly pulled it down, releasing his monster through the fly. It was long,
VERY long, thick, uncut and dark.

"Oh, my God! Would you look at that! I've heard stories about the black guys
and their big cocks, but I always thought it was just bullshit. Wow, I mean
like I don't know if I can even get my hand around it, much less anything
else!" she smiled and throatily chuckled.

About that time, the security lights for the grounds came on, and they guiltily
jumped apart, Darren stuffing his throbbing cock back into his pants and
zipping up. D'Arcy hastily buttoned her shirt and arranged her shorts so that
the damp spot wouldn't show so badly. On the walk back, she pulled him into the
shadow of a large shrub and kissed him, swallowing his tongue again.

"Listen, everyone goes to bed fairly early here on the farm, so if you wait
until after 11, I can meet you somewhere. I got it! There is a big garage in
back of the house, and dad's camper is parked in there. Meet me there soon as
you can after 11, ok?"

Everyone sort of went about their own business until bedtime; Leigh and Tareeka
watching TV, D'Arcy and Jeanette working on her prom dress, the two boys
shooting baskets outside. Don called about 9:30 and said he would be at the
meeting until late, so don't wait up for him. After their showers and tooth
brushing, everyone was in bed in their own rooms. You could cut the sexual
tension in the air with a knife; lust and seduction was imminent - one could
feel it.

Tareeka was sweating and panting, 2 fingers buried in her cunt, rubbing her
itchy clitoris. She had discovered masturbation when she was in the 3rd grade,
and was a pro at it now. Her pussy mound was slick and greasy, and she rubbed
and probed and massaged the lips and frigged her clit until she stiffened and
groaned her orgasm. The warm vaginal lubricant oozed out of her pussy and
between the round, meaty globes of her ass. She sighed and drifted off to
dreamland, thinking of Alex and his thick white meat.

She awoke with a start; the house was dead silent, and she forgot for a moment
where she was. Then she remembered with a little smile. She went to the
bathroom to pee, and since her mouth was so dry, she wandered down to the
kitchen to get a cold drink of water. She was dressed only in panties, and her
heavy breasts swayed and bobbed as she walked quietly back towards her room. As
she padded along the thick plush carpet, she heard whispers and a low moan
coming from a slightly open door. Curiously, she tiptoed to the door and
listened: there was the unmistakable sound of sex - whispers and sighs, soft
sucking noises, the slap of flesh against flesh and light squeaking of an
innerspring mattress. She eased the door open a little more, and the security
light outside illuminated the room through the venetian blinds just enough so
that she could make out the writhing, twisting forms on the bed! They were in
the classic missionary position, her legs draped over his arms while he pounded
in and out of her pussy with a steady, deep probing thrust. Her head was turned
away and he was sucking her breast, so Tareeka couldn't right off tell who it
was. Finally, she turned her head and Jesus! It was Mrs. Haver! The man fucking
her was too slightly built to be the massive Mr. Haver, so who was giving her
such a heavy fucking?

Just then the bathroom light down the hall came on, and she scampered back to
her bed, her sexual fever rising to a new pitch at the thought of what she had
witnessed. After masturbating herself to another orgasm, she drifted off again.

D'Arcy waited impatiently in the dark garage for Darren to come. Finally, she
heard the back door click quietly open, and the massive Rottweiler standing
next to her, rumbled a low growl from deep in his throat. "Sssshhhhh! Be quiet,
Ceasar! Down, stay!" He sank to the cement floor and put his head on his paws,
his eyes never leaving Darren as he tiptoed into the garage.

"Pssst! Over here, Darren," she quietly said. She was dressed only in a flimsy
robe, her pointed breasts making the material stand out like a tent. She kissed
him and put his hand inside her robe on her breast, shivering with delight.
Taking his hand, she opened the door into the pickup mounted camper and led him
inside to a hideaway bed where she sat and pulled down his loose shorts. His
gigantic erection immediately sprang up, but was too heavy to get to more than
level. Whimpering and drooling with anticipation, D'Arcy took it in her hands
and stroked it, pulling the foreskin back to reveal the glistening dark purple
head, already leaking a pearly drop of cum. Darren groaned in ecstasy when she
licked off the drop and laved the shaft with her tongue, licking under the
sensitive head, kissing it, loving it, stroking it and finally, trying to
engulf it in her small mouth. God! It was a jawbreaker, spreading her mouth
wide open and she could get only the head and a few inches in her mouth. She
fingered and pinched her pussy, driving herself over the edge into orgasm.

Darren felt his balls tighten and his sphincter draw up as a load of hot, wet
semen rushed from his prostate, swelling his prick even more and finally
gushing and spewing into her sucking mouth. Frantically, she swallowed and
slurped and licked, not wanting to miss a single drop. Darren's knees were
shaking so badly, he had to get down, so he pushed her back on the bed and
climbed between her legs and began sucking her sweet erect titties. She
squirmed in delight. He put his hands around her waist at the hips and, still
kneeling, lifted her pussy to his mouth. It was already sopping wet, and he
licked her sweet juice and pushed his tongue inside her as far as it would go.
He licked her clit and vagina and probed her rosebud with his tongue, bringing
squeals of pleasure from her. Then he lowered her to the bed and, supporting
himself on his forearm, took his huge cock and started rubbing the slippery
head against the lips of her juicy pussy. He eased his steel-hard penis into
her slowly; her mouth formed an "O" of shock and surprise as she felt the walls
of her vagina stretch to never-before-reached limits. Groaning in pain and
passion, she humped up to him, drawing him deeper and deeper into her slick
love hole. Beads of sweat popped out on her forehead and upper lip from the
pain and for a while, she didn't think she would be able to take it all.
Finally he was fully seated into her obscenely stretched vagina. They rested
for a moment, panting and kissing wildly as she accustomed herself to the
tremendous feeling of fullness.

Resting himself on his forearms and knees, only his cock, balls and the sides
of his waist was making contact with her smooth skin. He set up a smooth,
steady rhythm of thrusting into her sopping pussy, his brown buns moving a
metronome is 4/4 time. D'Arcy was frantic with lust, humping herself up to him
to make it go deeper, her nails raking his shoulders, heels dug into his back.
She was tingling like electricity was moving through her body, her vaginal
juices coating his balls and running into the crack of her ass. She was
thrashing her head back and forth, blonde hair flying, crying,

"Uh! Uh! Uh! NNNNNGH! Oh Darren Baby, don't stop, don't stop!"

He was down to the short strokes now, the spasmodic tingle of an orgasm
starting deep inside his prostate, the little critters in there getting all
excited and swimming furiously, anxious to find their eggs. Her arms went
around his neck and she pulled his face down to her, invading his mouth with
her tongue, dancing the erotic dance of sexual fever. Jerking and slamming into
her, he made the little camper rock like it was in an earthquake, squeaking on
its springs. His ejaculate flooded her vagina with its warm flow, causing her
to straighten her legs out stiffly and quiver and squeal with an intense climax
of her own. They collapse together on the bed, drenched in sweat and panting
like long distance runners.

"Man, we better get back to the house before someone thinks I've been kidnapped
or something," she giggled.

They put on their clothes, and sneaked back into the house. D'Arcy went to the
bathroom to wash the cum off her legs and then went to bed. Darren was quietly
padding along to his room, when a door down the hall started to open. He drew
back into the shadows and saw a young man in jeans and t-shirt, barefooted,
tiptoe down the hall and into another bedroom. Jesus! It was Alex! He stood
there for a few seconds, and then Mrs. Haver went down the hall to another
bathroom. She was naked! And there were gobs of cum on her legs and stomach!
Darren smiled...she had been fucking her own son! Damn, what a family this is!

Don Haver had been at a little backroom meeting with some other rich and
powerful friends to decide whom they were going to support in the next election
for a District Judge. It had lasted until almost 2:00 A.M., so he was tired as
he came into the house. He took off his shoes and padded up the stairs; as he
passed the guest bedroom in which Tareeka was sleeping, he noticed the door
slightly open, so he cracked it open and looked in. Tareeka was lying sprawled
out on top of the covers, her dark skin silhouetted against the white sheets.
From the security lights outside, he could see her fit-looking body, soft,
pointy breasts and prominent Venus mound with its thick patch of kinky black
hair.

Setting his shoes down on the floor, he crept into her room and stood by her
bed, admiring the dark child Amazon lying there. He pulled down his zipper and
eased his thick white member out of his trousers. She slowly arose from the fog
of deep sleep to feel something silky and soft rubbing over her right breast.
She jerked awake and saw Don with his heavy tool in his hand, stroking it and
rubbing it against her erect nipple. She opened her mouth to scream and Don put
his hand over it, shushing her and telling her it was ok, he wasn't going to
hurt her.

"Tell me, Sugar, have you ever seen a cock this big?" he asked. He removed his
hand from her mouth, telling her not to make any noise.

"Yes, sir, my brother Darren has one that big - maybe bigger."

"Have you touched it or sucked him off before?"

"No, sir, but I have watched him playing with it, and one time saw him doing it
with a girl."

"Would you like to touch mine?"

"Please, Mr. Haver, I feel real funny about talking to you like this, your wife
and family being just down the hall and all, you know?"

"Everybody is sound asleep, Tareeka..go ahead and touch it, it won't bite you,"
he smiled.

"O-Ok, Mr. Haver," and she wrapped her large beautiful brown hand with its
shapely fingers and nails around his stiff dick. Oh, wow, it WAS a big one,
sure enough... about 9 or 10 inches long, thick and slightly curved upward with
a large bulbous head, now purple and swollen. She was getting excited at all
the attention these white breads were giving her, and she felt a flash of heat
in her groin, her nipples starting to expand. She stroked his cock slowly,
feeling the soft skin slide easily over his iron-hard shaft.

"How old are you, Tareeka? Have you ever had a man in you?"

"I'm 13, Mr. Haver, and I still haven't gone all the way with anyone yet."

He moved closer to the bed, putting his thick cock close to her face, "I bet
you have given some head before, though, haven't you?"

She nodded, and Don put the big purple head, slick with precum, against her
lips. Still stroking, she licked the tip and then suddenly, with a groan/
whimper, took about a third of his log into her hot, sucking mouth. He gasped
at her obvious experience - he had expected some serious resistance, but she
gobbled his dick with expertise, licking the shaft, stroking and engulfing more
and more of him into her mouth and into her throat. He groped her breast and
pinched the nipple, bringing forth another groan, and started stroking her
silky tummy and inside her thighs, finally rubbing her slick pussy mound and
inserting a finger to rub her clit. Don removed his hand from her breast and
unbuckled his trousers, dropping them to the floor along with his boxers. He
climbed onto the bed with her, in a side-by- side 69 position, resting her head
on his inner thigh, gently stroking and fucking her hot mouth. The musky odor
of her hot black sex inflamed his desire, and he kissed her thighs, slowly
licking them and fingering between her ass cheeks.

She was so excited and hot that she was now taking most of his fat dick deeply
into her throat, and humping against his face. He licked and lapped at her
virgin cunt, spinning the clit button with his tongue while inserting first
one, then two fingers into her vagina. She was out of control now, humming and
grunting and stroking his penis, violently thrusting her lower body against his
face. Finally, he pulled his cock from her mouth with a slurping sound, and she
panted like she had been underwater for a long time, gasping for air. He
reversed position and crawled between her legs, putting his purple helmet
against her hot slick pussy lips. He kissed her mouth, reveling in the sexy
feel of her large thick lips, tasting his own cock and precum on her warm
breath, sucking her tongue. As he eased it into her cunt, her legs raised and
spread wide, giving him access - God, she wanted it!

She was not the usual frightened, under-developed preteen he had fucked so many
times before; this was a child in a woman's body, strong and well developed,
eager and hot for sexual coupling. She was tight, but so slick with spit and
vaginal lube that his cock slipped right in. She winced and bit her lip when
her hymen ruptured, but immediately started humping up to him, her firm breasts
jiggling and bouncing to his heavy thrusts. Her thick muscular thighs pulled
him into her in a regular rhythm, and soon they were fucking like a machine;
humping and thrusting, moaning, grunting, nasty whispers, licking and sucking
of tongues, all to the loud singing of the bedsprings. Finally, she made a
growl/squeal noise and crushed him to her, wrapping her powerful legs and
thighs around him, shaking and grunting in exquisite orgasm. Don didn't hold
back and his breath hissed as he unloaded powerful spurts of semen deep into
her vagina He pulled his shrinking cock from her with a slurp, and gave it to
her to clean with her mouth. She licked and sucked his cock and balls, all the
while humming and smiling to herself.

Tareeka awoke early the next morning, feeling warm and limp and satisfied. It
was still dark outside, but she had to pee, so she padded down the hall to her
bathroom. She heard what she though was crying, and it seemed to be coming from
Mrs. Haver's room, so she tiptoed down and put an ear to the door. She could
hear sounds of hot sex, the deep voice of a man and what sounded like a little
girl.

"Ah! Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! Uh! Uh! UH!"

Jesus Christ, Don Haver was fucking Leigh, his 11-year old child!! And what's
more, it sounded like she was loving it! Tareeka couldn't resist, and quietly
eased the doorknob back and cracked the door. What she saw made her jaw drop -
Leigh was naked and lying on top of the bed, with her legs spread wide open and
raised in the air. Mr. Haver's 250-lb muscular body was over her, supported by
his knees and elbows. His buttocks were going up and down in a steady pumping
rhythm, and she could see his thick meat obscenely spreading her pussy, now
slick and wet and taking him with ease. Her mother was sitting in a chair
facing them, her legs draped over the chair arms, left hand squeezing her left
nipple, and right hand flying furiously over her hairy pussy.

"Fuck her, Don! Make her cum, I want to see her cum!" she gasped, her shapely
bottom hunching in the chair seat. When Tareeka opened the door, Jeanette
turned her head and saw her peeking, then took her head from her breast and
beckoned her to come in. Like she was hypnotized, she came into the room, and
watched the orgiastic fury in front of her eyes. Jeanette beckoned her closer,
and when she was next to the chair, Jeanette stood and put her arms around her,
enveloping her in a soft, warm, wet kiss -

"Look, Don, we have company!" she giggled. Don looked briefly at Tareeka,
smiled, and continued his steady fucking of his little girl, whose legs were
high in the air, feet flopping on loose ankles as her body reacted to his
violent thrusts.

"Let's get on the bed with them, Tareeka, honey! You DO want some of this fun,
right?" Jeanette had her kneel on the side of the bed, her beautiful brown ass
and hair pussy showing. Jeanette knelt beside the bed and immediately started
licking and sucking her asshole, her pussy and her thighs while fondling and
pinching her butt cheeks. Tareeka twisted and moaned, looking at the man and
his daughter having violent sex right in front of her eyes.. Jeanette's
educated tongue was probing deep into her asshole and vagina, starting her
sexual motor and juices flowed! They got on the bed together, and locked into a
classic 69, lapping and licking and pinching and groping and sucking.

"Daddy's going to cum, Sweetheart! Where do you want it this time?" His breath
whistled as his strokes got faster and faster. "In me, Daddy, I want it in me!
It feels so good and makes my insides and warm and runny feeling." Thick ropes
of sticky semen shot into her vagina and touched off her own major orgasm, her
body shaking and trembling.

Tareeka couldn't stand it - this was so nasty and forbidden and sexy hot! Her
orgasm was leisurely and soft and dwelling, as Jeanette brought her expertly to
orgasm with her fingers and tongue, stretching it out, making it last. Her own
orgasm came when, doing as she was told, Tareeka stuck her middle finger in
Jeanette's asshole and wiggled it while sucking her clit. Jeanette babbled
incoherently as she thrust and shivered and shook through her climax, at last
collapsing on the bed. The other two had rolled apart, and Leigh lay there with
cum oozing from her, a glazed look in her eyes.

The rest of spring break was almost an anticlimax. The two black kids were
exposed to more sex than they ever thought existed. Everyone got some from
someone else, and even Darren and Tareeka had a furious sex match in which
Tareeka lost her butt cherry, a portent of much more to come once they got
home. Her sampling of that thick, black cock convinced her that sex was a thing
to enjoy.

Epilogue: There were 2 surprises from that week of lustful coupling; Tareeka
missed her next period, and tested positive for pregnancy. DNA analysis showed
that it was Don Haver's child. D'Arcy missed her next period, too, and she
couldn't understand why because she had always taken her pills as directed. Oh,
well, s... happens, doesn't it?

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