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Bethany Benton's Christmas Surprise
by Ulyssa Kincaid (ulyssakincaid@yahoo.com)

***

Bethany's long term secret affair with her mother's 
black boyfriend continues. (Mf, rom, intr, preg)

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You shouldn't start smoking," he answered as he put 
his own cigarette out. "You're too young to smoke."

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

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

What? "Really?"

"I want a woman’s cunt to taste like a woman, not like 
a goddamn cigarette," he said, taking off his clothes. 
"Now take off your clothes. I’m going to fuck you."
He didn't have to tell me twice.

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

I gasped. But this time he felt really good. Like I 
said there was no pain this time, just a pure 
accommodating wetness deep inside my loins. Both my 
body and my mind wanted his black dick in there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"W-why?" I asked.

"Why what?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Just like a woman like your mother can have more than 
one man," he said. We fucked for a while longer. "You 
will too."

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

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

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

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

That was OK, though. It felt great.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Omigod! F-fucking? Really?"

I nodded my head.

"Is it anybody I know?"

I shook my head. "No."

"What's he like?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Omigod, like almost ten years older?"

"More like twice as old," I replied. Let's face it 
Robert was nearly thirty.

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

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

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

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

"How?"

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

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

"I like it," I added. "I like it a lot."

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

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

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

"Yes, he is."

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

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

"What?"

"If you want to look at it, you have to be right there, 
level with where it hangs, don't you?"

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

"Look at it," he said softly. "Doesn't it look 
beautiful? All black, slowly becoming erect. Wouldn't 
you love to hold it, to stroke it, to feel its velvety 
skin as it comes to life?"
I exhaled softly as his voice slowly hypnotized me.
"You want to touch it, then do it," he exclaimed. He 
stood by the edge of the bed and his cock was now at 
rigid attention, pointing toward the ceiling. Its 
blackness stood out awesomely. His dick was coal black, 
dark as the night, and hard.

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

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

I reached out with my right hand.

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

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

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

"No," I whispered. "I can't believe it.

I began to stroke slowly-- to pump it up and down. "I 
see you like my cock. You must or you wouldn't be 
cumming like you are," he said gently. "I am pleased 
you like it because it also means you want to suck it, 
don't you?" 

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

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

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

I followed his instructions. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

"You saw the Halloween tape," Robert whispered.

I nodded. "Yes."

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

"Really?" I whispered. "Mom's going to have a black 
baby?" 

"I told her she had to keep it," he said. "Both she and 
your dad agreed."

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

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

I shrugged out an, "Oh."

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

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

Me! "What do you mean?"

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

I gulped.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes."

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

I moaned a little moan.

"Gotcha," he murmured. 

Oh yeah, I thought. You got me good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Again?"

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

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

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

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


Seems I got a very special Christmas gift over 
Christmas vacation. The thing is I wouldn't know it for 
a little while. I got sick around the early part of 
February—in the early part of the day. But I usually 
felt better much later in the day. I rushed home from 
school, and I called Robert immediately.
I could literally hear him smile on the other end of 
the phone. But all he said was, "Good girl. I'm very, 
very proud of you, little mama."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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