("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
                     `6_ 6  )   `-.  (     ).`-.__.`)
                     (_Y_.)'  ._   )  `._ `. ``-..-'
                    _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
                   ((('   (((-(((''  ((((
                 K R I S T E N' S    C O L L E C T I O N
		_________________________________________
		                WARNING!
		This text file contains sexually explicit
		material. If you do not wish to read this
		type of literature, or you are under age,
		PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
		_________________________________________




			Scroll down to view text


















--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005.  Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story.  You may post freely to non-commercial
"free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites.
Thank you for your consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------

Joe's Torment
by Ulyssa (ulyssakincaid@yahoo.com)

***

Once again the characters from Bethany Benton's 
Birthday Surprise appear in a tale of how Joe Benton 
learns the truth about his daughter's affair with her 
older black lover. (MM/f-teen, ped, exh, intr, preg)

***

A very fatigued Joseph Benton walked through the garage 
entrance into his home office on a Tuesday evening in 
late March to see a shadowy figure lurking behind his 
desk in the dark.

"Hello, Joe," the figure said softly. "Have a seat. 
We've got lots to talk about."

Joe couldn't identify the face of the figure in the 
darkness, but he was sure he knew the voice. Joe tried 
to control the anger in his voice. "What are you doing 
in here?"

"Like I said, we have lots to talk about."

There was a brief pause as the man turned toward the 
hall light, partially illuminating his features. There 
was little doubt in Joe's mind from the moment he heard 
the deep voice, but now as the dim light hit the man's 
black face, Joe knew for certain that this was the man 
who'd come into his life to torment him. This was the 
black man who'd taken Joe's loving wife, Mary Deanna, 
and turned her into a slut for black cock. 

"Do you remember how it was that first time, Joe?" the 
figure sitting at his own desk asked. "Do you remember 
how your body acted like a traitor and jumped 
immediately erect as you saw your sweet Deanna taken 
for the first time by black cock?"

"Stop it."

"Do you remember the dozens of times that your body 
responded like an animal? Like a dog in heat, and it 
was all you could do to keep from humping the 
furniture?"

"I don't have to listen to this!"

"No, you don't have to listen, Joe," the man seated in 
the darkness said. "But you will. That's the kind of 
man you are. You can't help yourself."

"That's not true!"

"Now who's lying to whom?" 

The figure in the darkness stood up, and Joe could see 
clearly what he already knew. It was Robert, his wife's 
black lover. This was the man that she'd left him for 
emotionally, even as she stayed with her husband and 
children. This was the man who'd turned his life upside 
down. 

But Robert was right, because all this was Joe's own 
fault. He'd wanted Mary Deanna to fuck another man--a 
black man. He'd left plenty of clues on his computer 
and hidden in notepads. Mary Deanna was no fool. So, 
she'd chosen Robert to make Joe's dream a reality. But 
what they hadn't expected was that Mary Deanna would 
choose Robert over Joe once the special anniversary 
gift was all over. Worse, she was over six months 
pregnant with a baby that Joe knew instinctively would 
be black, even if neither of the three of them were 
certain who the father might be. 

Christ. His family was going to shit! They'd been 
teasing him about how Mary Deanna's timing had made 
them parents at such a mature age—she was forty, and he 
was forty-two. They didn't even suspect the real truth. 
What a scandal this would be.

"Things have progressed out of your control, Joe," 
Robert said. "There's no stopping circumstances, 
there's no slowing the juggernaut out there. It's going 
to roll right over you, and you don't even have the 
good sense to get out of the way."

"I didn't ask for any of this," Joe sputtered.

"Don't kid yourself, Joe," Robert muttered. "You set 
the wheels in motion, and now you can't stop them."

"So, what do you suggest, smart-ass?"

"I suggest that maybe you can at least get that thrill 
all over again, Joe," Robert said, standing up and 
walking toward the door. "I suggest that there are 
greater thrills in store for you, if you just open up 
to them?"

"Now you're just being cryptic."

"Maybe." Robert shrugged. "And then again, maybe not. 
Don't make any plans for Friday night, Okay?"

"Crap!" Joe had the sudden urge to spit. But he didn't 
want to mess up his office.

"Just keep Friday night open. That's all I ask." He 
walked out the doorway and into the light.

"Shit!" Joe swore. "Shit, shit!"

Robert kept a bit of a smirk on his face. **"He'll 
torment himself for three days fighting it, and then 
he'll give in," he thought. "He can't help himself."**

*

Friday morning seemed dismal as ever. Early March 
always felt overcast and dreary. Bethany Benton wanted 
to toss her cookies again this morning, but she waited 
until she left the house, and threw up in the side 
yard. Mrs. Gold next store saw her, but she didn't 
really say anything. Bethany would have to be careful 
not to vomit in the yard again for a while. Maybe the 
nausea would ease up soon. Mom's eased up once she 
started to show. But, once Bethany started to show, 
she'd have brand new problems.

**"Mom," she thought. "How's mom going to take this?"**


Deanna loved Fridays. Not just because it was the last 
workday of the week, but because Friday nights were 
usually her nights to be away from home. Friday night 
was her night to dine out, to party hearty, and to fuck 
her favorite man--her black lover. She quickly dialed 
an in-house number from her desk.

"So where are we going tonight?" an eager Deanna Benton 
asked Robert on the phone. "I'm looking forward to a 
real adventure with you."

"Well, you're in for a real adventure tonight, but I'm 
afraid it's not going to be with me," Robert replied. 
"Carlton, Frankie, and Jamal are going to meet you at 
the Leopard's Club tonight at seven-thirty. They're 
going to buy you dinner, take you dancing, and treat 
you like a real lady until midnight. After midnight, 
I'm afraid their going to treat you like the slut we 
all know you can be."

"Robert, I was looking forward to seeing you tonight," 
Deanna whined softly.

"I know that, but something unexpected has come up, and 
I'll be tied up for a while. Look, be good to the boys 
tonight, and not only will they give you a special 
treat, but I'll make it up to you personally."

"Robert," she whined half-heartedly once again. One of 
her co-workers heard her whine and frowned at her. She 
wanted to stick her tongue out at her co-worker.

"Now, be nice, Deanna," he scolded her. "And don't 
forget, one of those three men might be the father of 
your baby."

"It's not fair!"

"I know it isn't, honey, but you of all people know 
that life's unpredictable."

"Robert," she said quietly into the phone, hoping that 
the people around her desk wouldn't hear her. "I wanted 
you to be the father of my baby."

"That's sweet, Deanna. That really is," Robert 
answered. "But some things in life don't always work 
out."

"Where are you going to be tonight?"

"I've got personal business, honey, and, that's all I 
can tell you," Robert told her. "As much I wish that it 
concerned you, it doesn't. Not just yet, anyway."

"I'm going to miss you," she said out loud, and then 
Deanna dropped her voice to a whisper. "I'm going to 
miss your cock."

"It's just for tonight, Deanna," he said. "Tomorrow 
everything will be back to normal." **Almost.** "I'll 
talk to you soon, sweetheart."

He enjoyed Deanna Benton for what she was—a forty-
something year old white wife with a real craving for 
black cock. Robert enjoyed the fact that humiliation 
was just another fact of life with Mrs. Benton. But the 
real mortification factor here lay with Joseph Benton. 
There was a man obsessed with his own puffed up pride 
versus his own deep-seated need for visual and visceral 
stimulation. 

Robert remembered the night he'd cuckolded Joe. Mary 
Deanna Benton had done it for the purposes of giving 
her husband of umpteen years a salacious anniversary 
gift, but Robert saw through her immediately when she 
went incredibly wet and unbelievably loose for his 
jutting cock. By the time the night was over, Deanna 
Benton was Robert's woman. And Joe's traditional hold 
over his wife was merely a receding memory.

But it wasn't enough for Robert. Because he knew it 
wasn't enough for Joe. Joseph Benton was one of those 
men who needed to have it rubbed in his face time and 
again. Robert was Joe's nemesis and his savior all 
rolled into one. So they video-taped and photographed 
Mary Deanna in hundreds of poses with Robert. Each 
event was more staggering, more outrageous than the 
last time. Oral, anal, multi-partner, double 
penetration, triple penetration -- it was all the same 
sort of addiction to Deanna Benton, but to Joe, each 
outragious level up was all the more degrading.

Finally, on Halloween, Robert arranged for a man Joseph 
Benton fired from his factory, along with eleven other 
black men to fuck Joe's sweet little white wife on 
video-tape. That tape made Joe the joke of the factory. 
The black factory workers had seen the tape first, and 
their hurtful remarks drove him crazy. Eventually, just 
about every white employee working for Joseph Benton 
had seen bootlegged copies of the tape as well. Robert 
made sure of that. Just as he made sure that people 
around the warehouse offices where he and Mary Deanna 
worked began to see her take a dozen different black 
men sexually.

But there was one huge difference. Deanna Benton no 
longer cared. She didn't care that people knew, she 
didn't care what people saw. She even didn't care that 
she was pregnant with a black baby. A matter of 
arithmetic told her that this baby wasn't going to be 
Joe's child. Unfortunately for Robert, those same 
calculations would prove that it wasn't to be his baby 
either. That left one of the twelve men at Halloween as 
the father of her child.

Oh well, in the meantime, Deanna discovered the 
pleasures of fucking while she was pregnant. That had 
never been allowed by either Joe or Deanna when she 
carried her first three white children, but this was to 
be different. Black men automatically demanded sex, 
even if a woman was pregnant. At first, Deanna thought 
it was dangerous or painful or at the very least 
uncomfortable for the mother and the baby.

Surprise! Deanna discovered that she loved long slow 
careful sex while she was pregnant. Men treated her big 
belly like a badge of honor, a beauty mark, and a sign 
of virility and vitality. Apparently even black babies 
didn't protest in-utero like she'd been told white 
babies would. 

"Old wives tales," she muttered. "Emphasis on old."

So Deanna sailed through the weeks of her new pregnancy 
with a new found freedom. If she wanted to make love, 
she could. If Mrs. Benton needed attention or just a 
long long cuddle, she could have it. But most of all, 
if she just needed a good fuck, Deanna could have that 
too.


Friday night:

Robert made sure Bethany's two brothers had been given 
the money to take their friends to the movies. That 
would leave Robert plenty of time to make his plans 
work. And, of course, his friends would keep Mary 
Deanna busy for the night. Let's face it, on a hot 
Friday night one dick was as good as another. All week 
long Robert had been hinting to Bethany that he had 
something special planned for Friday night.

For the first time, he confided his plans in Bethany. 
Very coolly, very calmly he told her that tonight he'd 
take her sexually in her parents' bed.

"What?" she cried out. "Are they going out someplace?"

Robert just nodded. "No. We'll have an audience."

"No! Robert, no! Oh, God. Do we have to do it in their 
room?" Bethany's voice trembled. "Couldn't we make them 
come to the motel?"

"It won't be any easier at a motel, Bethany," Robert 
held her tight as if to protect her. "At least we're 
only doing this one parent at a time."

Tearing up in confusion and frustration, Bethany 
trembled and shook her head over and over. 

"They had to find out about us one way or another, 
Bethany." Again he waited for her thoughts to sink in.

"No, Robert," she whispered through her tears. "This is 
wrong."

"You have to be strong, sweetpants, do you think you 
can do that?"

She shook her head again. "Robert, I-I'm scared."

"That's perfectly natural," Robert replied tenderly. 
"This whole thing is going to be hard on you, but you 
can do it."

She continued to let the tears flow. "I don't know if I 
can."

"Bethany, do you love me?"

She held back her tears for a moment, and then nodded. 
"Yes," she said softly.

"Then you'll do it for me."

"B-but daddy likes to take pictures or videos or worse! 
He might even get his gun..."

"Oh, that's it!" Robert laughed. "I can guarantee you, 
Joe won't be shooting anything. Not pictures -- not 
guns. He's made an agreement with me tonight. I'll see 
that he keeps his word—one way or another."

An few hours later that night, Bethany saw exactly what 
Robert meant. She'd walked into her parents' bedroom 
wearing only her white terrycloth bathrobe and a pair 
of red bikini panties. Bethany glanced to the side and 
saw her old man bound to the chair.

"Holy shit," she murmured.

Joe was tied up. Handcuffed to the chair, tied with 
rope, and duct taped over that. To top it all off, his 
mouth was plastered shut with duct tape. However, most 
disturbingly, Bethany's father was also totally naked. 
**God, he looked pitiful naked, Bethany thought. No 
wonder Mom preferred Robert. Next to Robert her Dad 
looked like a pale second rate copy of a man.**

"Here's your surprise, Joe," Robert said leading 
Bethany in with his hand in the center of her back. He 
took hold of Bethany's terrycloth robe and slipped it 
gracefully away from her shoulders and torso. "Here's 
someone much more important to you than Deanna, am I 
right?"

Joe struggled against his gag and groaned out a swell 
of protests that no one could understand. **What was 
his baby doing here?**

"Oh, c'mon Joe, lighten up," Robert said bending down 
to catch Joe's eyes. "This will be fun." Robert turned 
toward the teenager. "Let's take those panties off, 
Bethany. Show your father what you did for me."

Bethany blushed a deep red. She glanced over toward her 
father, but refused to look him in the eye.

"Let's go, girl! I gave you a command," Robert said. 
"We haven't got all night."

Bethany sat down on the bed, and then slid down onto 
her back. Robert did a slow calculated roll back of the 
tiny double triangle of her thin bikini panties. Joe 
felt the blood in his temples pound and his face 
redden. Drums seemed to beat steadily in his head.

"See, Joe, isn't she beautiful?" Robert said proudly as 
he ran his fingers over the smooth flesh. "She shaved 
her pussy nice and smooth for my black cock. Didn't 
you, Bethany?"

"That's r-right, d-daddy," Bethany stammered out an 
answer. "Robert p-prefers a shaved p-pussy."

"I love a nice tight white pussy, Joe." Robert 
whispered close to Joe's ear. "And when it's shaved 
smooth, that's just dynamite."

Joe struggled against his bonds to no avail. He wailed 
against the duct tape strapped across his mouth. But 
the tape held as did the rope and the handcuffs. Joe 
knew Robert would take no chances of his breaking free 
this time.

Now that his daughter was completely naked and sprawled 
on the same bed as the black man. Joe couldn't help it. 
His erection slowly became terribly hard, as he watched 
the two of them together.

"Mary Deanna hasn't excited you like this in a long 
time, has she, Joe?" Robert said, as he laid Bethany on 
her back against a pillow and with both hands, he 
grabbed at her legs. "No, you needed something new to 
make your life more exciting. Spread your lily white 
knees, honeychile." Robert slowly adjusted himself to 
fit in between Bethany's legs. 

Robert turned back Joe once again. "You needed to lose 
something even more valuable--something even more 
vulnerable, didn't you, Joe?"

He took his time arranging Bethany's body just the way 
he wanted her. Robert took Bethany's arm and laid it 
carefully over her head. He bent one knee just enough 
to show her father how perfect a centerfold picture he 
could make her. Then he slowly ran his dark brown 
fingers along her smooth white flesh.

"Bethany's good, Joe," Robert said. "Real good. I 
taught her the same way I taught her Mama. You remember 
how I taught her mama, don't you?"

Joe squirmed in his chair again, as Robert slapped 
Bethany's thigh to make her spread her legs farther.

"Well, Bethany's even better in some ways, Joe."

Joe's eyes went wide as if he were watching a thirty 
second clip from an mpeg on the internet. He could see 
Robert's large black erection start to slide 
effortlessly into his daughter's welcoming pussy. She 
could have been any of a dozen young women from the 
**Blacks on Blonds** website. She looked like any one 
of them. But Joe knew that his daughter wasn't of legal 
age yet. Oh, my poor baby. Goddamn him! Goddamn Robert. 

"Ohh," Bethany gasped. And something stirred in the 
back of her mind, and she murmured a question. "Can you 
fit it all the way in nice and deep?"

"Would you like me nice and deep, Bethany?"

"Yes, Robert. Please?"

"Is this deep enough?" Robert said, as he slid forward. 
Within moments they moved in an incredible practiced 
harmony.

"Yeah," she answered with a long moan. "Much, much 
better."

"Tell your Dad about what's moving around inside you," 
Robert said.

"That's a h-huge c-cock, Daddy," she stammered.

"Nobody's spoiled her, Joe," Robert said, as he and 
Bethany matched rhythms as she balanced him on her 
thighs. Soon his huge black cock was buried deep inside 
her. The girl's abdomen undulated against him like some 
sort of exotic harem dancer. "She hasn't had to rely on 
some stupid boy to teach her everything wrong. No, 
Bethany understands that sex is a beautiful expression 
of love between two people."

Robert commanded Bethany to hold tightly to him. 
Slowly, carefully, Robert balanced her as he sat up and 
then as he stood up. Robert and Bethany were making 
love in a standing position or rather, Robert was 
standing while Joe's daughter had both her arms and 
legs tightly wrapped around his body.

Joe looked at his daughter's serpent-like movements 
jealously. Why did it have to be Robert? 

"Whoa, Joe! Look at you," Robert said looking at the 
man tied to the chair. "You can't touch her yourself, 
she's too close, too precious, but you do see what the 
rest of the world is going to see in Bethany. She's one 
fine fuck, Joe, my man. A very loving and glorious 
fuck."

Joe couldn't help himself, as much as it disgusted him, 
he had an erection. Robert had made Joe's daughter's 
white body work like so much potter's clay in his black 
hands, and all Joe could do was respond with an 
erection. **You're one sick fuck, he told himself.**

**Squish!** Bethany and Robert's wetness slurped and 
smacked loud noises in the confines of the closed quiet 
room.

"Oh, yeah," Robert said. "Listen to that." He shifted 
his position, dropping her carefully down on his cock. 
"Baby, you sound as wonderful as you feel."

Bethany giggled. "Thank you."

"No honey, thank you!" Robert answered thrusting in 
once again. "I don't think I've ever had better."

Bethany squealed with delight as her body responded to 
Robert's plunging and thrusting inside her. Sex was 
something she could understand, something she knew how 
to control. So what if her dad was tied to a chair, she 
had Robert's undivided attention for the full night 
now. As always, that was enough for her.

"Should we tell him, Bethany?" Robert whispered in her 
ear. "Or would you rather cum first?"

"No, let me cum," Bethany gasped out loud. "I want to 
cum!"

"Then that's just what we'll do," Robert told her. He 
helped her by picking up her weight down at the ass and 
pulling her up. Then Robert let Bethany slide 
rapturously down his erected black cock. "You fit so 
perfect my little mother--"

Bethany's squeal drowned out Robert's voice.

Joe listened to his baby girl moan, pant, groan, and 
gasp, until all of a sudden Joe could see Bethany 
shudder and tremble in a wracking orgasm. "Oh, Christ! 
My baby," he tried to say, but, of course, no one could 
understand him with the gag stuffed in place.

Joe looked down at his lap again, and saw that he still 
had an hard erection sticking up. He wanted to cry out. 
He wanted to take a knife and cut his erection from his 
belly, and maybe—just maybe—he could turn that knife on 
Robert. If only he could emasculate Robert, all his 
problems would be solved.

Bethany moaned, followed by Robert's gasping shudders 
as he came. Shit! Joe could tell he wasn't wearing a 
condom. She was fucking him barebacked just like her 
mother did. What if Bethany was unprotected? She 
couldn't be on the pill, could she? Didn't a teenager 
have to have her parents' permission for that?

Robert strained and grunted. The perspiration popped 
out of every open pore on his body. "Arraugh!" And from 
the musky aroma filling the room, Joe knew that Robert 
had climaxed. "Oh, yeah!"

There was a pause while the two of them moaned and 
shuddered in each other's grasp. Robert leaned down and 
placed her against the bed trying to support both of 
their weights. Bethany held tightly to Robert until he 
let her settle onto her back on the bed.

"Every time I come in this little white girl's pussy, I 
swear the world is gonna end," Robert muttered. 
"Aaurgh. I'll bet your daddy would like to know how 
many times I've cum inside you, Bethany, don't you 
think?"

Bethany laughed. "I don't know if I can count the 
number of times."

"Me neither, but then just once is enough, isn't it, 
Joe?" Carefully, he rolled off of Bethany. "Let's watch 
that cum roll out of her cunt like so much cream 
filling. Show your father, sweetheart. Show him whose 
cum is bubbling around inside your pussy."

Joe squirmed again, and tried to say something beneath 
his gag. Bethany's wonderfully pristine pussy was 
coated, even saturated with the sticky whitish 
translucent liquid by-product of Robert's orgasm. Joe 
watched fascinated, as his daughter squeezed a large 
gushing glob of semen out from inside her vagina. His 
beautiful white daughter had been marked and 
inseminated by this large black bastard.

Robert's eyes sparkled. He seemed to read Joe's mind. 
"Jesus, Joe. I think some motherfucking nigger has just 
fucked the shit out of your white baby girl. What could 
be worse?"

Behind his gag, Joe sobbed. For a moment there was 
almost silence. The only sounds in the room were Joe's 
soft sobbing and Bethany's and Robert's quiet panting.

"Tell him what could be worse, Bethany."

"Now?"

"You saw how accomplished she was, Joe. This wasn't 
Bethany's first time." He looked at the white teenager. 
"Was it Bethany?"

"No."

"We've made love before, haven't we, sweetpants?"

"Yes."

"Go ahead and tell your father, Bethany."

Not only was she naked on her parents' bed, but Bethany 
Benton suddenly felt emotionally stripped. She wanted 
to cry. Christ, she'd let Robert fuck her in front of 
her father. Just so Robert could prove a point. He'd 
hinted to her that her old man might have some sort of 
perversion, and she sensed that some of that was true. 
But this wasn't right. This was pulling the scab off an 
unhealed wound. Now she was going to hurt him like he'd 
never been hurt.

"I can't, Robert."
 
"You have to tell him sometime, sweetpants, do you 
think he'd take it better coming from me?"

Bethany shook her head. 

Subconsciously, she touched her breast. It hurt. That's 
right. Her breasts were both tender and swollen for a 
reason—a very good reason. Bethany took a deep breath 
before she spoke. "I'm going to have a baby. Daddy." 
Then she paused. "Robert's baby."

Joe tried to scream, but all he could manage was a 
moan. He closed his eyes and cried.

Robert threw on the topper. "A black baby, Joe. Not 
only is your wife, Mary Deanna, going to deliver a 
black baby, but now you're gonna have a black 
grandchild, as well. Isn't that something?"

Joe couldn't see past the flow of his tears. He 
couldn't decide whether to be livid with repressed rage 
or to be sad. Mostly Joe was stunned by the 
circumstances surrounding tonight's events. Robert had 
caught him totally off balance, as usual. Now both the 
women in his life belonged to that bastard, and there 
was very little Joe could do about it.

Joseph Benton heard a car pull into the driveway. 
**God, don't tell me that my boys are home already, he 
thought.** Downstairs he heard the front door unlock. 
Joe whole body slumped. **Please, God don't let the 
boys see me like this!**

But the shoes on the stairwell gave off the distinctive 
click of a woman's high heels. The feminine figure 
didn't pause for a second as she began to push open the 
bedroom door. "Joe, what is Robert's car doing in the 
driveway--"

Mary Deanna Benton took one look at the three naked 
figures in her bedroom and screamed. "No!" Like a woman 
enraged, she went right for her teenage daughter and 
hauled back to strike her.

Robert intercepted her arm. "Stop it, Deanna!"

Bethany slipped past her mother and ran into her own 
room.

"You left me with those three goons, just so you could 
fuck Bethany?" she shouted. 

"Calm down, Deanna," Robert said grabbing the forty 
year old white woman and holding her close to him.. But 
he saw all the signs of pure jealousy raging in Mary 
Deanna's eyes. Unlike Joe, whose torment was a 
calculated humiliation, Joe's wife was possessive and 
demanding. She didn't mind having multiple cocks assail 
her, but the man she'd chosen for her lover couldn't 
fuck around with someone else.

"Calm down! Calm down? You chose my daughter over me, 
Robert," she growled at him. "And then you tell me to 
calm down."

Mary Deanna looked down at her husband, naked, gagged 
and bound to the chair. "You sorry piece of shit. Was 
this your idea, too?"

Joe wanted to cry. He tried to tell her that it wasn't 
his idea and that he was just as much a victim as any 
of them, but the duct tape was still covering his 
mouth.

Mary Deanna broke loose from Robert just long enough to 
reach over and rip the tape off Joe's mouth in a single 
movement.

Joe yelped out in pain. "Not my idea. His. Robert's!"

"And you just sat there and watched him fuck our 
daughter, you sleaze-bag!"

"No, I--" Once again he began to struggle in the chair.

"No? Where were you when all this was happening? Out 
for a fuckin' beer?" Mary Deanna sneered, then her 
voice changed. "You're all tied up, Joe, where could 
you go?"

"Y-you're right," Joe sobbed. "I-I couldn't move."

"Goddamn that little whore," Mary Deanna growled. "I'll 
kill her."

"You'll do no such thing, Deanna," Robert interjected. 
He grabbed Deanna by both arms and held her tightly. 
"That little girl is carrying my baby--your 
grandchild."

"What?" A newly pained expression came to Deanna's 
face.

Still hanging on tight to Deanna, Robert stuck his head 
out into the hallway. "Bethany," he called. 

"What?" a small voice answered back from behind the 
closed door. 

"Please go down into the driveway and tell Jamal, 
Carlton, and Frankie to come upstairs, would you?"

"I can't." the voice shouted.

"Yes, you can," Robert replied. "Deanna won't bother 
you. Those men are going to take your mother someplace 
else for the night."

"Uh—all right," Bethany answered as she cautiously 
opened her bedroom door. Wearing her red plush winter 
robe because her white terrycloth robe was still in her 
parents bedroom, she locked eyes with her mother, as 
she slowly began to walk out into the hallway.

Deanna's eyes softened. "You-you're pregnant?"

Bethany nodded tentatively.

"You're sure?"

Again Bethany nodded. "Mm-hmm."

"Is it Robert's baby?"

"I-I've only b-been with Robert," Bethany stuttered. 
"He-he taught me."

Deanna let loose a huge sigh. "I'll bet he did." She 
turned back toward Robert. "Why?"

"I'll tell you," Robert said, glancing at Joe. "But not 
here—not now."

"Oh, Robert," Mary Deanna began to sob. "I wanted my 
baby to be yours."

"I know," he answered softly. "Maybe next time." He 
turned toward Bethany still standing in the hallway. 
"Go on. Go down to the driveway and bring those three 
men upstairs."

Joe struggled against his bonds. "Turn me loose!"

Deanna and Robert answered simultaneously, "Not on your 
life!/Absolutely not!"

Still holding Deanna by the arm, Robert leaned in close 
to kiss her. "Do you want me, Deanna? Would you like me 
to fuck you tonight?"

Her eyes caught his. "Yes," she whispered. "I'd like 
that very much."

"Take off your clothes," he ordered. "You're gonna take 
four men in front of your husband, tonight."

Deanna Benton nodded, and then she smiled.

"Wait a minute! Do I have to watch?" the tied up white 
man cried out.

"Of course you have to watch, Joe," Mary Deanna stated 
as she stripped out of her skirt and blouse. "That's 
what you do best."

By the time Bethany led Jamal, Frankie, and Carlton 
upstairs, Mary Deanna was taking off her bra and 
slipping out of her panties.

"Gentlemen," Robert said. "We've moved this party to 
Deanna's bedroom. Is there anybody here who isn't in 
the mood for a little white pussy?"

The three men laughed.

"The only request we've had is that I take the little 
lady first."

"Shit!" Jamal said looking at Bethany. "Looks to me 
like you've already had a little white pussy tonight."

"Mm-hmm," Robert grunted. "But this time Bethany's 
going to stand over next to her father while her mother 
and I renew acquaintences. Isn't that right, Bethany?"

Bethany felt her skin flush. She hadn't wanted anything 
like this to happen, but she kept her mouth shut. 
Although the other two men began to undress keeping 
their eyes focussed on Deanna and Robert moving 
together on the bed, the oldest of the three, Carlton, 
walked over next to Bethany. He stood next to her a 
second looking at her, and then he slipped his hand 
inside her robe.

Bethany pulled back.

Joe caught their movement and grunted out a small 
protest. "Hey!"

"Not a sound, Joe," Robert said. "Do you want the gag 
taped back on again?"

"Oh, this is sweet," Carlton murmured, as he tugged 
Bethany's robe open to get a peek at her breasts. "Very 
sweet."

But Bethany's eyes caught the thrill that crossed her 
mother's face as Robert fit his long thick cock up 
against her mother's pussy. Her mother glowed in 
ecstasy as Robert thrust gently, but resolutely into 
her open cunt. 

"Do I look like that?" Bethany wondered. Did she show 
the same joy--display the same hungry excitement? She 
didn't realize that she'd whispered her question out 
loud.

Carlton, who had been visually examining Bethany's 
unclothed body, heard her whispered question and 
chuckled. The watched the young woman gasp. Indeed, 
Bethany caught her breath as her mother groaned under 
Robert's tutelage. She couldn't help staring. This was 
her own mom on the bed with the man who'd taught 
Bethany to fuck; yet this was the same man who'd taught 
her mother to be a fuck-slut. Bethany couldn't believe 
the contortions of pleasure that had begun to cross her 
mother's features. 

Deanna didn't care that she was naked or that she had 
an audience of five people watching her and Robert 
fuck. Deanna was just happy to be making love to the 
man she loved, and she openly showed it. Deanna moaned 
with excitement.

Poor Daddy, Bethany thought. Poor, poor Daddy.

When her mother came in Robert's arms, every other man 
in the room held his breath and then breathed out very 
slowly. She could see that everyman in the room wanted 
to bury his dick inside her mother until it was his 
turn to spray Deanna's insides with hot sperm. Bethany 
had no idea that her mother's black lovers coveted Mary 
Deanna's pussy so much. No wonder her mother was 
pregnant with an unknown black man's baby.

Bethany realized what her father already knew, that 
Mrs. Mary Deanna Benton was a damn good fuck.

Robert climaxed next. Sweating and grunting, he 
released a large pool of semen into her mother's cunt. 
They laid together for a few seconds, and then Robert 
said, "Who's next?"

"I think Frankie and I should go together," Jamal 
suggested. He turned to his companion and asked him. 
"What do you think?"

"I think I want her ass," Frankie answered,

Jamal smiled. "Good choice." Jamal laid down the bed 
and he pulled Deanna toward him. "Climb up on top of 
me, sweetcakes. Frankie and I are gonna take you for 
one helluva ride."

Mary Deanna stifled a delighted squeal as she carefully 
squatted atop Jamal's erection. Bethany held her breath 
as her mother's pussy sank down to engulf his free 
standing erected cock. Deanna let out a soft moan as 
her body took Jamal's erection deep into her cunt. 

"Look at you—all blown up in the belly like that, Mary 
Deanna," Jamal said. "That little thing inside your 
tummy might just be mine, don't you think?"

Mary Deanna giggled. "One thing's for certain, Jamal, I 
doubt very much that this little baby is going to turn 
out white."

"Stick your ass in the air, woman," Frankie ordered as 
he came up to Deanna from behind. He poked one small 
finger into her puckered anus. "Let's get you ready."

Bethany could see a tube of lubricant in Frankie's 
hands, and he carefully began to oil up her mother's 
ass with his finger. But Deanna Benton continued to 
move with the black man lying below her, while his cock 
probed the tissues of her pussy. 

Bethany found herself sweating with the anticipaton of 
everything that was happening.

In a matter of moments, Bethany saw the thick black 
dick line up with her mother's ass. She heard Deanna 
yelp in shock as Frankie pushed forward. The scene 
before her made Bethany's face, neck and chest flush 
with an intensity she had never felt before.

Then a strong black hand reached out and grabbed 
Bethany's upper arm. "C'mon, little one," a new voice 
said. "Let's go to your room."

Bethany paled and shrank back. "N-no!"

"No!" Joe called out. He twisted in his chair.

"Shut up, Joe," Robert said immediately slapping Joe in 
the face. He turned back to Bethany.

"It's okay, Bethany." He gestured down the hallway. "I 
already know for sure that this baby is mine. You can't 
get pregnant twice."

"But-but..." she sputtered.

"Buck up, sweetpants," Robert continued. "This will be 
fun. You're gonna be good to my little girl, ain't ya, 
Carlton?"

"But, Robert," Bethany said hoarsely. "I-I thought I 
was yours?"

Robert nodded and took her arm. "As a matter of fact, 
you are mine," he stated. "So you'll do what I tell 
you. Now go back to your bedroom with Carlton."

Nearly as confused and as humiliated as Joe was at the 
moment, Bethany reluctantly followed Carlton out into 
the hallway.

"Which way?" the black man demanded. 

Bethany let her shoulders slump. "Follow me."

Carlton placed his hands on the plush terrycloth robe 
Bethany wore. "Slip your arms out, sweet cheeks."

Bethany let Carlton remove the robe from her body. She 
was totally naked, totally vulnerable as she led the 
black man back to her room. 

"Go sit on the bed, girl," Carlton ordered. "You can 
watch me get out of my clothes."

Bethany did as she was told. The mahogany brown skinned 
man was well built and very masculine, she thought. 
When he finally slipped off his boxer shorts, Bethany 
paled and breathed out a silent whistle. Carlton's cock 
was easily a match for Robert's dick--just as thick and 
maybe even longer! She wasn't positive about the 
latter, but she was definitely impressed.

Bethany gulped. "You-you're big!"

"Glad you noticed, sweet thing. I'm rather fond of Old 
Angus. He gets the job done."

A puzzled look crossed Bethany's face. "Old Angus?"

Carlton chuckled again. "Yeah, named after Black Angus 
steaks—really prime meat."

Raising her eyebrows, Bethany nodded. "I see."

Carlton walked over to her bed. "You're gonna do more 
than just see, sweet cheeks, lay down on the bed." 

"Lay on my back?" Bethany asked, as she scrambled 
toward the center of the bed.

Carlton nodded. He didn't feel like going through any 
preliminaries; so he was glad to see that she was still 
seeping a bit of semen from her cunt. "Robert told me 
about you."

"He did?" Bethany cautiously spread her legs to allow 
Carlton easier access to slip between them and press up 
against her loins. This isn't as frightening as it 
could have been, she thought to herself. Hell, he's 
just another black man. Let's face it, every cock that 
had ever gone up between her thighs had been black.

Carlton fit "Old Angus" solidly against Bethany's 
pussy. He rubbed his cock slowly up and down the 
receptive slit between her labia once, twice, three 
times, even more times until Bethany's pink labia 
parted slightly to allow him access.

Bethany gasped as he pressed forward, driving himself 
an inch or two inside.

"Ooo!" she moaned.

"There we go," he murmured. "That wasn't so hard, was 
it?"

The teenager lookd up into his face and smiled eagerly. 
"I dunno. Seems pretty hard to me!"

"I like you, sweet cheeks," Carlton replied. "My guess 
is that you're your mother's daughter."

"Is that good?" Her eyes widened as he pushed forward a 
few more inches. "Oh! Wow!"

He grinned. "Nothing in the world like a good fuck to 
make your night special."

"God," Bethany whispered. This older black man felt 
great too! "Carlton how old are you?"

He laughed. "You don't really want to know."

"Are-are you as old as Mom?"

"She's what forty-something?" Carlton carefully pushed 
forward and then withdrew his dick from her vagina.

"Yeah," Bethany answered. She'd fallen into matching 
the rhythm of Carlton's hips and thrusting penis.

"I'm close, I guess. How old are you?"

"Fourteen."

"Jesus." The black man came up from clenching her 
tight. "I had no idea you were that young!"

"I'm old enough," she giggled. "Don't I feel old 
enough?"

"So you do." Carlton dropped back down into the clench 
and resumed stretching her pussy with his **Old 
Angus.** 

For fifteen minutes they stayed close him within her--
close to each other. Really stayed with each other! 
Bethany rode Carlton's black meat like any well trained 
young pro. He was just a man, she thought. A good sized 
gentle lover who was being very good to her. But slowly 
Bethany could feel that his whole attitude changed—he'd 
become frenzied.

"Carlton," she whispered. "Do you want it?"

His breathing had become labored. "Want what?" 

"D-do you want to cum in my pussy?" she murmured.

He laughed, and then he answered. "More than anything." 

Like a chant, she repeated her words. "Do you want to 
cum in my white pussy?" 

"Yes! More than anything!"

Bethany gripped him tight while she laid under his 
clasp. “Do it.”

“Aarrghh!” 

Suddenly the built-up pressure behind his penis 
exploded, and Carlton quaked. His testicles spurted and 
sprayed out everything they'd been hoarding. But the 
only exit his sperm had was buried deeply inside the 
young white teenage girl.

"Ohh!" Bethany moaned. She could feel it pumping and 
spilling into her insides. "Oh, my God, your cum is so 
hot!"

Carlton growled out a deep slow laugh. "I still got it, 
you know, baby."

Another voice spoke from the doorway. "I take it you 
two enjoyed yourselves."

"Jesus, Robert," Carlton said, looking up toward the 
door. "She's even better than you said she was."

Robert laughed. "All you gotta do is ask permission, 
man. She's yours when you need her."

"I don't know," Carlton replied. "If this was mine, I'd 
think twice about sharing her."

"Shit!" Robert snorted. "As long as I know her baby's 
mine. That's all I care about."

"Really?" Carlton grunted as a bit more of his sperm 
puddled and pooled inside his teenage partner.

"Really."

“In that case, lemme have her for a few minutes more,” 
Carlton suggested.

Robert shrugged. "You want a wake up call?"

END

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Kristen's collection - Directory 34