This is the first part of my ongoing story project which currently has around 8 chapters. If there is enough interest I'll post more.

>>28047
So far so good, keep it up, looking forward to reading more.

Nice start. Waiting for more.

Opening the bedroom door Martha Green stopped dead in her tracks when she saw her daughter’s attire. The small and innocent child looked pretty much like the wet dream of any child molester and also many red-blooded men or adolescent boys might fall for her. Seeing herself in the mirror behind her daughter she was once more reminded where Eva got her astonishing looks from. With her 25 years, give or take, Martha was still a firecracker herself. Her own wardrobe wasn’t so meek either. Instead of obscuring its contents the spaghetti strap balloon crop top she was wearing was being emphasized by the sheer size of her milk bloated tits. Soon she’d need to remove her two-inch nipple ring piercings but for now they made her already lactating teats so much more pleasant to watch. Especially in keeping her milk in the area of her aureoles and trenching the material of her top in just the right places to have the equivalent of a peephole bra. Looking further down she could see the swelling of her own baby belly emphasized by her low riding skort. Hard to believe that this was only her second pregnancy especially for what her brother Donny had put her through during their childhood. Their first sexual escapade happened when she was still in elementary school, and he was a high-school senior. In the beginning Martha was very reluctant, but he convinced her one step at a time to go further and further. Needless to say he was her first but soon more of his friends entered the stage between her spread legs back and front. They pretty much fucked whenever possible and Donny convinced her that in order for them to not get a latex allergy they shouldn’t use condoms at all. Furthermore, he helped her to enjoy enveloping the cocks bareback while always making sure to milk them for all their sperm. He even supplied her with contraceptive pills, so she could let loose to the fullest extent. Only recently he confessed to her, that those pills were in fact just sugar mints because he wanted to knock her up as early as possible. But in the end it was one of his other friends who got the lucky shot right when she was only halfway through middle school. Their parents were furious of course but as good Christians they were obliged to embrace all life. So the twelve-year-old girl and the eighteen-year-old father of the child were married in secrecy and right at the beginning of the summer holidays Eva was born. Later on Martha avoided her brother whenever possible for all the things he had put her through. She was even determined to raise her daughter in the ways God intended. But as the years went on she got drawn back into her old life like a moth was attracted by light. Absentmindedly she was fondling her belly. This time there was no other possibility than Donny being the father. A slight shiver was running down her spine while looking at her now eleven year old daughter and imagining her unborn child standing there instead. Martha didn’t know the sex of her baby and was committed to not knowing until the birth. She was determined to teach it the same values even if it was going to be a boy. A watery gush of spunk was leaking from her twat just as she was picturing her sissy boy toy with a constant boner tenting his micro-mini-skirt. Putting those fantasies aside she looked up at her daughters eyes and saw the same determination she once had when she was going to seduce her first unsuspecting adult. By the looks of it Eva wasn’t going to fail either.
“Gosh, I’m so jealous of your long hair.”
Her own ginger locks were cut quite short as she was ordered by her master. Donny wanted to excel her dyke allure especially as a soon-to-be abandoned mother of two. He even arranged a few play dates for her through various single parent social media channels. In the evening she was expected at the second meet-up with Patricia, a quite lovely and petite twenty-year-old African American soon to be mother. As it is with most black fathers he left the second year college student immediately he heard the word “pregnant”. Thinking back to her first black monster dick Martha could mostly understand Patricia’s decision to bring her child to terms. Especially after checking that it is indeed going to be a boy.
“So am I of your lovely tits.”
Eva looked straight at her mothers udders. Martha knew the lactating nipples were a sight to truly behold.
“When it’s finally my turn of becoming a mother?”
“I’m not sure sweetie. But if you are coming after me, it wouldn’t take so long anymore.”
Especially after all the pills kicked in her brother has ordered her to get for his niece. The loving mother couldn’t help but remember the puzzled look the pharmacist gave her after ordering so many fertilizers and aphrodisiacs given her own visible baby belly. Out of curiosity she had read some package inserts and judging by the dosage Donny had given his niece she should be a highly fertile bitch in a furnace of heat right now.
“But if you want to at least look the part, let me help you a little bit.”
Martha walked over to her daughter and tentatively stroked her rosy cheeks. That’s when she realized Eva was indeed ovulating as she was slightly heated now for two days straight. Very carefully she then lowered her left hand to her daughters right nipple. Only slightly touching the obscenely swollen nub forced a deep groan through the preteen’s clenched teeth.
“That’s not good, but I can work with that.”
Next she knelt down in front of Eva and inspected her cunt. Just as she hoped it was leaking like a faucet. Starting by lightly caressing the child’s pubic mound Martha was pleased to find it still void of any hair. Just like her own snatch she was determined to get rid of all the follicles and denuding Eva’s privates for all of her future life. Next she dipped her index finger right into the folds of her daughter’s sex and scooped up a few spoons worth of cunt cream. The moan and purring from the preteens mouth made her draw back as soon as she had collected enough fluids. After all she didn’t want her child to have an unsatisfying cum from her mothers hand rather than orgasm countless times on big fat cock. Pleased with her work Martha then stood back up and let her hand hover on top of Eva’s left nipple. Slowly a droplet formed and became bigger the longer it took. Mother and daughter both held their breaths as the slimy substance descended downwards in a long string. Finally, the tension broke and a big gulp of goo landed right on top of the teat. Eva had to inhale sharply as the abused flesh drew its first suck of the substance which stung her like a tiny needle. Soon afterward the pain was easing away, and she admired her nipple now showing clearly through the material of her tube top. Martha repeated this procedure with the other tit only this time Eva knew what to expect and was prepared for the pain. After that Martha once more tried to touch the teats on her daughters soon to be boobs. Although she still groaned on first contact after a few light twist Eva started to moan and even purr.
“This should help you with the surface tension of your top. Now you only need to make sure your date starts sucking your nipples as soon as possible. Apropos he is already waiting for you downstairs.”

Working as a piano teacher for children had its perks. Sometimes Jamal was greeted by a mother wrapped in a terry cloth rope and leaving all other details of the body underneath to his vivid imagination. Being an African American that is almost all he could get from the typical bored Caucasian housewife who booked him to teach their offspring some culture. But once in a while he was lucky and scored a few extramarital activities. During his 23 years he had several encounters with white mothers of all ages and all of them assured him that he packed quite a cock. For him his 12in long and 7in diameter pecker was not that impressive. He was living with it his whole life and only just recently this very eager milf started to lead him on. She was also the first one to actually measure it. Always hinting and getting him all worked up but never finishing what she had started. Pressing her hand right on top of the bulge in his pants and squeezing the fleshy tube underneath was the height of her shenanigans. After that it was like a toggle had been switched. None of his other regulars had let him come near them, and he was running dry for many weeks now. He was raised in a traditional black community complete with their own baptist church. So masturbation was a sin to him, although his blue balls demanded he’d better do something and fast. He had gotten another call from this crazy bitch who told him that she finally decided to act. Needless to say he rushed through the morning traffic to get to her house and into her pants as fast as possible. Once she opened the door he stormed in and grabbed what was rightfully his. Wrapping his arms around her hips and squeezing her ass cheeks he felt like in heaven. He also tried to kiss her, but she successfully avoided his lips several times. That’s when he recognized something was off. Instead of returning his advances she was resisting him fiercely. Pushing back on him with just her arms she simply was too weak as he was holding her in a strong embrace. Finally, it dawned on him that he might have made a grave mistake. Immediately he let go of her and stumbled a few feet back. Embarrassed of his own behavior he cast his gaze to the floor.
“I … I … I’m so … sorry. Furthermore, I don’t know what has come over me.”

Martha knew he wasn’t solely to blame for his outburst. She also holds a big share of the responsibility.
“Oh, you naughty man.”
Still exhausted from fending off his sexual assault she had to take numerous deep breaths before going on.
“When I said ‘I’m ready for you’ I meant for your services … as a teacher … for my daughter. Sorry I wasn’t clear on that.”
Hopefully he was downcast enough to not hear her slight amused undertone. She liked his bold eagerness, but he also caught her somewhat off guard. Eva wasn’t ready yet and she herself had to change her cloth. Wearing a light summer dress with nothing underneath wasn’t the best option to open the door for a horny black stud.
“Why don’t you go on into the living room?”
“Martha, please, I’m really sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
“No harm done. Now please sit down on the sofa. I’ll be with you in just a minute.”
Reluctantly Jamal left her alone and headed to the living room. As soon as he was out of sight Martha practically ripped her dress open. One shaky hand found her gushing slit while the other rubbed the lactating nipples on her boobs. The adrenaline rushing through her body after this near rape was intoxicating, and she allowed herself a few moments to bask in the afterglow. After the initial wave wore off and the buildup to a delightful orgasm took over she regretfully had to stop. So close but in the end it would feel even better. Hastily she collected the remnants of her clothes and headed to the downstairs bathroom. Here she had the choice of either taking her usual thigh length bath wrap or her brother’s bulky old terry cloth rope which practically screamed ‘not sexy’. But she had a mission to accomplish, and although she played with the idea it wasn’t going to help if Jamal took advantage of her once more. So the responsible adult disguise was the right choice. While rushing into the kitchen next she noticed the only upside Donny's clothing offered. They reeked of his spunk and were crusted in all the right spots. Like for example her nipples felt like chafing over sandpaper which made her moan in blissful agony during her sprint through the house. Opening the fridge she reached for the pitcher with the orange juice she and Eva prepared in advance. Half a gallon should be enough for the evening. Next she took one glass from the cupboard and then headed over to the living room.
“Here, have a sip.”
She placed the glass in front of the black man and poured him some juice. With great relief she observed him taking a big gulp.
“Once more I’m so sorry for what happened earlier.”
“Oh, I don’t mind. Really, you can be at ease.”
Taking another sip from the glass had Martha grin even bigger.
“Wait here just a moment, I’ll go and fetch my daughter.”
Walking casually from the living room she was convinced she could feel Jamal’s hot stare on her ass. Right before leaving through the door she couldn’t resist and wiggled her butt. The hushed moans confirmed her suspicion. Once she was out of sight she started running. She needed to change into her fuck-me outfit and her daughter might also require a little push.

So here he was, alone and deeply ashamed for what he had done. What has gotten into him? He lost control over himself and let the monster take over. He thought he had it restrained and yet it took one sentence to release all his pent-up energy. Taking a deep breath he tried to calm himself. Being alone in the spacious living room helped a lot too. There were two big window fronts one to the street and the other with a sliding door into the garden. The first one had a slight tint to it and if he remembered correctly it wasn’t completely opaque either. Although not clearly one could still recognize the rough shape of the furniture in the room. If there was any light source however there was a good chance every detail could be seen from the street. Jamal was glad that the morning sun was shining through the glass right now, so he felt somewhat safe from prying eyes. In this kind of neighborhood it was never good for a black male to be seen inside the house. Although there were drapes to slide in front of the window, he has never seen them closed. He closely watched the scenery outside but despite the occasional car speeding by or a pedestrian minding their own business nothing felt out of the ordinary for a middle class urban community. Inside however, the arrangement of the TV dead center in front of the window felt rather strange. Together with a strangely elevated coffee table the big screen at least helped hiding the occupants on the couch. During the day that is, but when lit the screen will act as a stage light for whoever might be sitting in front of it. Odd was the placement of the piano too, on the left side of the room and also turned to face the window. Jamal recognized the model as a Yamaha Arius YDP-145 complete with pedals but strangely missing the panel in front of the bench. The other window showed a great view into the garden including the mandatory swimming pool. He could still vividly remember that one time a few weeks back when he was sitting in the winged chair overlooking the yard. Martha had invited him to talk about something he couldn’t remember any more cause something else has captured his undivided attention. It was a hot early summer Saturday and Eva, the daughter of Martha, had two girlfriends over to play in the pool. It was a true sight to behold, watching the three preteens in their skimpy bathing suits. Jamal never thought he could be as degraded as finding underage children sexually arousing. But there he was, staring at those beauties with a raging boner in his pants. He had to work really hard to conceal his stiff cock from the mother sitting right next to him while ogling her nubile daughter. Whereas the other two were mouthwatering in their own alluring ways, he was most ensnared by the radiating sexuality of Eva. The fact that she was the only one in a bikini while her fiends donned bathing suits heightened his arousal even further. Not sure at first what it was that had made him fall for her charms he nevertheless kept a close eye on her. When she surfaced after a long dive and immediately lifted herself out of the water his dick twitched painfully because of what he saw. The gusset of Eva’s briefs was missing, and he could clearly see her small snatch through the trenched outer material. He didn’t know how long he was starring, but the preteen somehow held her alluring position the whole time. It took him quite a few seconds until he realized that Eva was looking back right at him. His shocked expression made her laugh, and then she pushed herself backwards into the water again. After that whenever he looked outside she winked at him which made his boner twitch every time. Thinking back to that fateful day made him feel horny all over again, and he felt an urgent need to relax. So to make sure his lower half was out of sight from the front yard he slipped down a bit further before he spread his legs. It was only then that he noticed the stiff and sore prick in his pants. Checking guiltily over his shoulder the passage to the kitchen and then the doorway to the foyer he made sure that he was really alone in the room. His mind was a mess right now. His was taught to follow the ways of the bible and being unfaithful to your spouse for one was a sin.
“Scatter your seed in the morning, and in the evening don't be idle because you don't know which will succeed, this one or that, or whether both will be equally good.” (Ecclesiastes 11:6)
He was living by the lords own words he always told himself. So for all his adult life he indulged in infidelity, and although he wasn’t married he still swayed others to an unfaithful life. What about masturbation then? Absent-minded he started to stroke his dick through his pants. What if there were the same two conflicting interpretations in the bible too? Working his entire shaft from its base to the head trapped beside the left knee made him feel so much at ease. If something feels so good why condemn it? Feeling a droplet of pre-cum in his trousers only urged him to see the carnal sin to its conclusion. Right before he managed to orgasm a light gasp followed by a loud clonking sound on the floor next to where he was sitting had him stop dead in his tracks.

A little bit more "substance" this time.

Her mother had pressed her to hurry but now standing alone on the top of the stairs she felt rather unease. Somehow she had expected her date to wait down in the foyer looking back up at her. She would have flashed her aroused snatch on every step and had a running start to her salvation. But right now there was no one in sight to help her lessen her itch. Maybe he wants me to play hide and seek? Her childish mindset desperately tried to find a reasonable explanation to keep her urges at bay. In a perversely twisted way she used the steps to innocently count down in her mind while stroking all rods of the guard rail in anticipation. Reaching the first floor her determination was rock solid again like the shaft she so desperately craved. Perhaps her mother and her date planned an Easter egg hunt for her? So she immediately dashed off into the kitchen in search of a satisfying phallus. She looked into every drawer and opened all cupboards, but none contained a dick she could cram into her burning slit. There was however a mortar sitting on the countertop which looked like it could provide the relief Eva craved for weeks. The desperate child reached out for her deliverance and finally closed her sweaty balm around the small pestle. She didn’t care anymore if it was huge or tiny all she needed right now was the feel of something hard up her cunt. A sudden creaking sound from the nearby living room had her freeze dead in her tracks. The slut in her mind was furious about the continued delays, but her childish sense of curiosity immediately took over. Cautiously Eva peered through the doorway connecting the two rooms. Although she couldn’t see who from where she was standing, but someone was definitely sitting on the couch. Still holding onto the pestle she sneaked into the living room. Through the faint reflection in the front window she could watch herself getting closer to the furniture occupied by the stranger. Obscured by the table she couldn’t make out many details, but it looked like a black man was lounging on the couch. She was nearly there when she finally recognized the handsome black stud she once caught checking her out when she was swimming in the pool. Relieved she made the last few steps around the furniture.

Appalled Jamal was looking straight into the face of a little girl watching him relieving himself. It took him only a heartbeat to recognize that outgoing preteen he had been ogling from this exact room. Her red hair was now dry and done in pigtails but everything else was the same as he remembered. Her green eyes were radiating pure sexual energy and her tongue was liking her lips seductively. The cute freckles in her face were spreading down where her boobs will one day begin to develop. Where did she get that provocative tank top? Forget that. How did she get into this ridiculous small piece of garment? She wasn’t even close to be endowed like her mother but even her flat chest was straining the material to its limit. Jamal wasn’t sure if her teats were that big the last time he saw but also wouldn’t complain either. Did she always have those nipple piercings? It was strange, he suddenly preferred tits on the smaller scale much over those fat hooters he used to bury his face into. They just had the distinct suck-ability to it while lagging all that nasty sagging. His gaze went further down, over her pierced belly button, right to her narrow hips and the slinky skirt she was wearing. Her puffy cunt was also still on display through the wide mashes like it was with that skimpy bikini briefs but now with much easier access. Then he saw the thing that she had let fallen to the ground. Wasn’t that a pestle? But why was is it shaped like a miniature cock?
“Are you … Are you my teacher?” the wannabe child-slut asked uncertain.
Enthralled by her raw sexual radiance all he could do was to just nod.
“Golly! I was waiting so long for this!”
Without loosing a heartbeat she grabbed his hand which was still resting on his schlong. In doing so she, accidentally or not, gave it a light stroke too. Then she pulled to get him to stand up. Like being in a trance he followed suit.
“Come on! We need to hurry!”
It felt so surreal to him looking down on that fragile child which was only reaching up to his tummy and being led by her to the bench. He felt a light push on his chest and comprehend it to sit down in front of the piano.
“No silly. You need to face the other way for us to play.”
Of course the preteen was right so he turned around on the seat and absent-minded started to hit the keys. Although he could only hear the child unbuckling his trousers he kept on playing. Only when she struggled to get his pants down he came to realize what was happening.

Eva was kneeling under the piano and was desperately trying to extract the tremendous treasure she saw earlier hidden under only two layers of clothing. The child-slut learned another valuable lesson. First do the undressing and only after that the sucking and fucking. Thankfully her partner noticed her predicament and slightly raised his butt so she could finally pull down his trousers and pants. At first, she expected to be greeted by the dick right after reaching his thighs, but it took until his knees were bared that his manhood slapped her right in her face. His black pecker was massive and for a brief moment Eva wasn’t so confident anymore. Being mesmerized by the sight, she used her index finger to trace the veins pulsating under the ebony skin. That produced a deep moan from the man she was kneeling in front of. Next she tried to grab the black shaft but even using both her hands she couldn’t encompass it completely. A flood of pre-cum was running down the imposing cock-head and all the way down onto her tiny fingers. The smell was intoxicating and so like a good child-slut would do she lowered her mouth onto the crown. First teasing the piss slit with her petite tongue and then starting to lick the entire head had its owner growling in bliss. While lightly stroking the schlong with her hands she tried to swallow it but couldn’t get her jaw to open up enough. That's when the competitive side of her personality kicked in. She needed to stuff that delicious dick in her tiny mouth somehow. Otherwise, she wouldn’t consider herself as being a total child-slut. Whatever she tried it wasn’t working at all. Moving her head sideways, trying to suck it in from the tip, using excessive spit for lubrication, but the only thing she could manage was to just get half of the crown past her lips. That’s when she knew what the problem was. Her teacher, much like herself, was simply too horny for his own good. And what better way to lighten the mood than to fuck like rabbits. Looking up she starred directly into the same longing expression that she was feeling herself. Letting go of the shaft in her mouth she started to stand up but between the bench and the piano there wasn’t much space. Like he had read her mind her partner in crime slid back a few inches and helped her to raise between his spread legs.

There, right in front of him, two whole foot lower than his sitting form, were once more those magnificent nipples barely hidden by a threadbare fabric. Without hesitation, he leaned forward and latched onto the left teat with his mouth. Sucking one while lightly twisting and massaging the other elicited an oh so sweet moan from the child. That’s when he recognized a strange taste. It had a very earthy flavor while still being fresh and somewhat sweet & salty. Intrigued he used his teeth to lightly pinch the enlarged nubbin in his mouth. Caressing the tip with his tongue he could feel a shudder running through the small preteen. Did she just have an orgasm? This revelation incited him to see that this child will faint by shear sexual exhaustion. A light squirm told him his plaything wanted to switch the attack, and he immediately complied. Sucking the other nipple he once more savored that odd lingering aftertaste. It somehow reminded him of something familiar. Suddenly he could even smell it quite close to him. Tracing down her delicate and wispy body with his burly black hands was a treat on its own. Arriving at the nearly none existent butt cheeks he first felt them up through her miniskirt. A purring approval was all it took for him to go on and reach under the hem kneading the petite child's behind. His paws were so big that each could cup an entire cheek on its own. That’s when he scented a hefty dose of that strange smell again. Curious he let go of the preteen's nipple which was met with a disappointed mumble. Still fondling her left butt cheeks he used his right hand to raise the front of the scantily short skirt the slut was wearing. It was immediately clear to him, as was the liquid seeping out of her slit and running down her inner thighs, that this was the source of the exciting smell.

“Please Mister. I … I really need … need you to ... fuck me.”
Her voice was so faint that even Eva herself couldn’t hear it at first.
“Will … Will you please put … put your pen … your … your magnificent cock into my … my baby cunt? Please … I … I need it.”
After all those lessons her uncle had taught her, taught the child-slut, she once again forgot the basic principle. A whore never asks or pleads, she demands. But she was so agitated right now that even the little child in her craved for release. The man still had his left hand on her butt cheek but wasn’t massaging it anymore. Instead, he was looking dumbfounded at her face while not moving at all. Did she say something wrong? Did she make him mad? What if he didn’t like her anymore? What if he is denying her his dick? Her uncle had made clear to her that she specifically needs this in order to become a woman. All those conflicting emotions she experienced the last few weeks came crushing down on her right this instant. Her vision started to get blurry as big tears ran down her rosy cheeks. What was she even thinking? Dressing up like a whore and showing off in front of a stranger? Of course, he hated her why wouldn’t he. She was a small child for Christ's sake. Her whole body began to shake as she started to cry openly. Still feeling his gaze she turned on her heels. She wanted to run upstairs and just crawl under the safety of her bedsheets. Not even being able to take one step she was immediately ensnared by two strong arms. Fruitlessly fighting back at first she quickly gave in letting herself get embraced and drawn onto the strangers lap. Straddling his broad feet wasn’t an easy task but by kneeling onto the bench she was able to sit down somewhat comfortable. After that her final dam broke, and she started to weep to her hearts content.

Jamal was truly perplexed. One moment he received a rather professional blow job from a preteen and even sucked on her titties. The next moment she was crying and weeping in his arms. And if that’s not enough he was naked from the waist down with a still raging boner and the child on his lap was wearing next to nothing at all. Even worse, her mother was still somewhere in the house and if she’d find him with her crying daughter in his arms he would surely spend the next decade or so inside a small prison cell. So he was doing the best he could do to calm the preteen but the more he rocked and shushed her the more she seemed to cry. In a futile attempt he lightly pressed her to his chest which appeared to help somewhat but only resulted in a renewed weeping attack. So then he pretty much gave up and just granted her the time to calm down on her own. Feeling like it was hours the child finally started to relax. Her shaking diminished, and her snivels became fewer by the minute. At last, she raised her head and looked into his face.
“Do you hate me now?” she quietly asked.
He was once more afflicted by his primordial emotions. She looked so vulnerable and fragile right there in his strong arms. Her red and puffy eyes won over his heart in an instant. He just wanted to hold her forever and never let her in harms ways again. But he was also in a great dilemma. He felt that his shirt was trenched in her tears but so was his lap by her other secretions. He was a man after all and this child, maybe only out of infantile curiosity, came onto him in such a way that he couldn’t just pretend nothing had happened. She needed to be taught a lesson that her behavior was inappropriate for a girl her age. Yet he once more felt a stirring in his loins indicating his deep and dark desires for preteen pussy. Repressing it for all those years and the only thing it took was an eager but otherwise misguided child to let the monster resurface again. Momentarily caught in his thoughts he didn’t notice her eyes getting watery again. Only when she started once more to tremble all over he realized something was off. That’s when he remembered her question, and he did the only thing that was called for right now.

In an instant a thousand fireworks were going off in Eva’s head. Butterflies were churning in her tummy and she felt for a moment detached from her body. A handsome black guy, holding her in his brawny arms was kissing her. And this was no ordinary kiss. It was a full on assault on all her young and innocent senses. His tongue was caressing her lips and oh so lightly forcing her to open them. Once she gave in to its advances it instantly found its counterpart and started an alluring dance. She knew very well what french kissing was but had never experienced such passion behind it. Suddenly the surrounding arms started to loosen, but she wasn’t ready yet to let go. Reaching up with her hands she embraced the man's necks and returned the tongue-lashing like there was no tomorrow. Then she felt his arms once more encircling her, and she was pushed up, so their eyes were at the same level. She was essentially straddling his tummy right now so she used her legs to get a grip and embracing him even more. The stinging from her nipples chafing all over his broad chest was tuned out by her sheer desire for more ardency. She didn’t even notice her pussy sliding up and down the long black rod she not so long ago tried to suck. Being pressed so tightly to him by their mutual embrace her nether lips were slightly parted by his prick while spreading her cunt cream all over it. In all the excitement she didn’t realize that she not only started to grind her pussy faster and faster, but her partner had also begun to thrust his huge schlong. The longer the two were kissing each other the harder they were grinding against their privates. One particular long back thrust by her black John was met by her raising ever so slightly higher that her slit was lined up perfectly with his cock-head. She didn’t even feel the searing pain of the monstrous pecker parting her inner labia and entering her by nearly two inches. Also, the sudden groan of her molester and him instantly stopping the uneven assault she didn’t mind. The only thing occupying her head was the now lost blissful friction against her pussy, and so she did the only thing she could come up with in her raising frustration.

For a moment it felt really painful to Jamal suddenly entering the tight snatch of the preteen on his lap. He didn’t think that it would physically be possible. In comparison to his dick her slit felt minuscule, and he sensed that the head was much likely be squished to half its size. Yet he could clearly feel his pecker being spilled with the little girls natural lubricant and ever so slowly sinking into that blissful moist place. To him, it was like torture, but the good kind. The sheer pressure from her immature cunt muscles was painful beyond comprehension but in the same way it felt ecstatic to defile this willing slut. Still locked on to his mouth the preteen suddenly started to exert more force onto her downward movements. Having way more than half of his long dick still outside implied that nearly all of her strength was against his rod. Not being able to enter her properly also meant that the force had to go somewhere. So he could feel his pecker starting to bent painfully. He had to do something and fast or the greedy preteen might even fracture his penis. So he raised his hand up to her shoulders and started to push her down while in the same time thrusting upwards with his cock. The pain hit both of them in an instant. Letting go of each other's mouth they growled in unison. Yet the extra leverage was enough for his bloated glans to sink another two inches deeper into her immature snatch. Pausing for a brief moment they looked at each other faces sweaty like they ran a marathon in just under five minutes. His gaze went down to the point where their bodies were joined and so did hers. It was incredible seeing his black baby maker disappearing into what looked like a rosy peach split in half. Right above her snatch he could make out a small bulge which could only be his cock-head. But there was still so much of his shaft outside that blissful place and the child was essentially hovering over it which still put a lot of strain on him. Looking back up he was met with a very determined expression on the preteens face. In an unspoken agreement he once again started to put pressure on her shoulders and thrusting his shaft upwards while he felt the child’s feet to lift from the bench.

Eva was holding her breath otherwise she would have cried out immediately from the agonizing stretching her slit was being exerted to. There was still so much dick left outside, and she wanted, no she needed the whole package inside in order to become a true cock sleeve. This was going to be her uncle’s graduation test, and she was determined to complete it with flying colors. Another inch being shoved into her quickly followed by one more had her momentarily feel rather dizzy. The last push had hit something deep inside her pussy and that also stopped her descend. Confused she looked up into her partners eyes.
“I fear this is as far as I can go. I’m all the way in.”
Eva looked down between their bodies and so much delicious cock was still outside of her. That’s when she felt herself being raised and the blissful fullness receding from its rightful place.
“Nooooooo!!!” she complained while fighting against the adult holding her.
“You need to go further, please.”
“But I’m afraid I can’t.”
The man stopped lifting her and instead let her sink back onto his dick until it once more reached that point that made Eva’s mind go blank for a second.
“See I’m already against the back of your vagina.”
What was the thing called that her uncle had told her about? The one that his friend the gynecologist inserted into her on her birthday.
“I have an IUD. It will help open me up further.”

This kid was clearly insane. How would an IUD help him enter her cervix? If anything he was even more afraid now of damaging her or worse impale his dick on a small copper rod. So he quickly made up is mind and once again began to lift her off his shaft. The sucking alongside his cock-head was really exquisite until he felt a sudden sharp pain against his balls. Wincing in agony he let go of the preteen who had just kicked his crown jewels. For a few seconds he couldn’t breath at all. His stomach felt like it was turning inside out and an overall nausea had him nearly hurl up his entire breakfast. All the while that stupid bitch was not even remotely concerned over his well-being. She only tried to impale herself on his pecker but couldn’t find the right angle to do so. From one moment to another, his queasiness was replaced with pure rage. Oh, so she only wants my dick, than that’s what she is going to get. Reaching under her armpits and grabbing her shoulders he had her once more under control. Then he raised his butt from the bench to increase his thrusts. All while he looked straight into the once more frightened face of the child-whore in his arm. With a mighty roar he jerked forward his hips while in the same time pushing the preteen onto his rod with his arms. He was quite perplexed when he succeeded in squeezing another half inch into the tight snatch. Not only that, he also felt something slippery pressed right against his glans. As far as he could tell that foreign object was also slightly curved inwards like it was a portal deep into the child’s womb. Curiously he tried to poke it further by lightly rocking his preteen payload. This confirmed his suspicion that it was indeed stretchable put needed much more force. The high-pitched cries from his ward during this investigation were just the icing on the cake. She wanted his entire dick, and now she will definitely get it. Throwing all his previous worries about the child’s well-being in the wind he once again thrust his hips forward while shoving her back with his strong hands.

“Aaarrghhh!”
Her throat was already sore from her constant screaming, but that wasn’t concerning her at all right now. At first, it had felt so great having her snatch finally stuffed by a big fat cock. Just like her uncle had predicted. Then the black man had stopped right when it started to feel so pleasantly full. He even tried to pull out again that was when the slut had to take control again. She squirmed around with her feet, and suddenly she was free from his embrace. Just as she was trying to shove the dick back into her the daunting man yelled out at her and everything changed for the worst. Immediately afterward he started his relentless battering of her pussy. He stopped only briefly which wasn’t enough for Eva to catch her breath from all the screaming and grunting. Her vision was starting to get blurry, and she was at the verge of passing out from all the abuse her cunny was getting. That is so not what her uncle had promised would happen. Her tears were of the betrayal kind. At least it will be soon over. She felt her body getting weaker and weaker. Her arms were tired and heavy from constantly beating against the man's broad chest. One good thing with swooning was that all the pain she was experiencing also gradually faded away. A sudden stinging sensation coming from her numb pussy brought her mind back to the present. Momentarily stunned she looked up into a similar expression on the face of her abuser. Then a spark of realization flashed across his face and he looked downward. Exhausted as she was Eva wasn’t able to raise her head at first, but then she felt something behind her helping to lift her torso. Through watery eyes she glimpsed the black shaft entering her snatch and there was now only a meager inch outside it. Besides that her tummy featured a sizable bulge. Awestruck she witnessed the hefty invader tentatively retracting half an inch and in the same time her tummy also got smaller. Although it was very painful the mind of the preteen was numb to the sensation. Then the cock reversed its movement and steadily sank back down into the soft folds of her snatch. This time however it went deeper and only stopped a quarter inch short of her petal. She thought she could now even make out the rough shape of the cock-head poking her tummy from the inside. Once more she observed the black shaft slightly withdrawing from her body and stopping just two inches outside. The bulge although not as impressive as before was still clearly visible. Then the dick began again its decent, One and a half inch, One inch, Half an inch. Right when the whole intruder vanished inside her body and her ringed clit mashed into the black man's groins, a for weeks fanned explosion finally went off in her head.

An earsplitting scream momentarily startled Jamal. Right after he had pushed through the child’s cervix she had calmed down enough, and he thought she had finally accepted her fate of being his cock-sleeve. But just as he sank his entire boner into her womb she screeched like mad. Luckily he had already laid her down onto the piano otherwise he would have dropped her in his shock. Then she once again started to lash out against his body but this time with only a fraction of her previous tantrum. Next her back arched, her limbs stretched out, her toes curled as did her fingers and her head bent backwards. This time however her voice failed and Jamal could only hear incoherent guttural growling. On his dick he could feel a familiar sucking motion. A faint smirk flushed across his face. He was riding this child-slut through the obviously biggest orgasm of her young life. Now with renewed vigor he resumed his slow and steady thrusting. The effect this had on the preteen was gorgeous to watch. The slightest move sent her fidgeting all over the place, but he wasn’t waiting for her body to catch up. Soon he couldn’t tell whether she had an orgasm starting, ending or had multiple overlapping. He even lost count of how many she had in total. The only goal for him was to keep her going as long as possible. Whenever he hit rock bottom the ass of the preteen hit the keyboard underneath and a hideous sound came from the speakers. To Jamal this was instead the most beautiful note ever created by a human. This became the beat his primitive mind was solely able to focus. Time had lost it’s meaning to him. Even the familiar buildup of his impending release he couldn’t comprehend. He just kept on battering the small shuddering girl laying under him on the piano. Suddenly a mighty roar escaped his throat and with one final powerful thrust, smashing the child’s ass against the keyboard, blaring the obnoxious sound of their fucking nonstop through the entire living room, he came. Having his entire shaft jammed into the preteen’s tight cunt he could feel the terribly painful pressure exerted on his prostate to pump his jeez into her womb. Mixed with all his other primal emotions his mind created a blissful mist clouding all his senses.

Standing in the kitchen and clenching that hand-made “Best Mom evar” coffee mug her daughter had given her to her twentieth birthday, Martha had listed to the whole ordeal she had put her little pumpkin through. It wasn’t easy ignoring all the whining and crying from the child, but she knew she couldn’t interfere. Otherwise, Eva would never ever let someone else penetrate her womb. Everything she’d remember would be the maddening pain of having her cervix stretched and not the blissful feeling of having a dick spurting all its semen right where it belongs. Every time she heard the blare from the piano she was reminded of her own cervical deflowering. Back then her brother hadn’t had that ingenious gynecologist friend who had designed that incredible IUD. They had to do it the old fashion way using brute force to open her up and loosening her before being able to insert a real dick, excruciatingly painful from start to end. But now with that little conical plug the pain is only minimal. It is no conventional contraceptive either as it features neither hormonal nor any other additive, but it has a very devious twist instead. A small hole serves as a direct entrance to the womb allowing any cum that was ejaculated into the cunt a straight shot into the baby oven. The plug extends a few inches into the womb which also serves as a kind of retention for the jism inside and therefore helps to constantly bathe the walls with it. The material is very stretchable and for a long enough shaft able to penetrate through. As the whole contraption in theory blocks any fertilized egg to nestle into the uterine wall it could be substituting as an IUD. That’s what Martha and her daughter were initial assigned to test. So far it doesn’t look good as her pregnant belly could testify. If anything all the jism she received during her test run even accelerated her cycle and only two weeks in she needed the plug removed to make way for her child’s development. But boy were those two the best fucking weeks of her life. Constantly dripping cum out her pussy had her going commando all the time and the only garment she could wear were micro miniskirts as everything else would have been drenched upon sitting down. Suddenly she heard a loud roar and then the constant blaring sound of the piano. Cautiously she put down the mug onto the countertop and sneaked to the doorway into the living room. There they were, her daughter and her first John, lying exhausted on the piano. Quietly the proud mother entered the room and slowly taking in the scene. Staring right back at her was the muscular black ass of Jamal. His sphincter could clearly be seen as were both of his nearly tennis-ball-sized nuts. The rest of his magnificent apparatus was still engulfed by the snatch of the preteen he so violently had pounded mere seconds ago. Unbelievably there was no cum leaking only remnants of the child’s own juices. Which means that this human battering ram had her sealed airtight. Martha licked her lips in anticipation for all that delicious jism stored in the child she would soon be feasting upon. Her daughters limbs were hanging down lifelessly from her body which only her cunt could be seen of. The rest seemed to be squished under the unconscious black male. A little worried Martha rounded the unlike couple only to find her daughter mostly unharmed. Even though the brute had the fuck of his life he had the presence of mind to keep his bent arms on both sides of the preteen to catch most of his weight. While still pinning down on her, she at least was able to breath. Looking up she could see the front yard through the big windows. Although she knew her neighbors, and they knew her family there was always the risk of getting caught by a random passerby who wasn’t so understanding.
“Hey, sleepy head. You’d better wake up.”
She lightly shook the black male still occupying her daughters snatch. It took almost a minute before the body slowly stirred. Shortly after that he raised his head for a first uncertain look in her eyes. Then his gaze went down to a disheveled mass of hair. Raising his torso slightly higher Eva’s head came into view and with that a horrified expression in his face.

He was literally screwed, into a tiny preteen that is. There is definitely no fucking way he can talk his way out of a sexual assault this time. Especially with a minor and not only that, he was found by the mother with his dick still rammed up into her daughter. Using his arms to prep up his torso he gave the girl under him a little more space and to get a glimpse on how many years in prison he might be faced with. His victim seemed to be out cold and only the faintest motion of her chest was a proof that she was still alive. At least he was clear of a murder charge, which, assuming the whole situation, was at least somewhat reassuring. He could feel the daggers her mother was staring at him so he avoided looking up for now. That he would have to deal later, first he needed to check up on the kid he had so brutally fucked a few minutes ago. He couldn’t see any visual bruises on her upper body, but he could still feel his cock-head stuck inside her. Genuinely afraid of what he might be seeing when looking down between their bodies he next tested her breathing with his hand over her nose. It was steady and not blocked by anything as far as he could tell. Finally conquering his fear he lowered his head and slowly followed the small preteen figure under him further down. When he was faced with the huge bulge of his dick poking through the child’s tummy it inadvertently stirred which he could unmistakably see and feel. The sudden movement in her uterus had the girl shortly moaning out in agony, but otherwise she was still motionless. Following the shape of his shaft further down he finally had a perfect view of a white preteen snatch stuffed to the brink with a massive black shaft. As far as he could tell there were no signs of blood, at least outside. Her insides on the other hand were a totally different story. He would first have to cautiously withdraw his dick which currently was blocking everything else from coming out or getting in. But he would need some help to do that because if he wasn’t careful enough he could still do some great damage to the child’s reproductive organs. Not able to forestall the inevitable any longer he raised his head and faced the mother. She was still staring as unmoved at him as she had, when he woke up right before remembering what he had done to her daughter. Not knowing what to say in such a fucked up situation he contented himself with just looking as apologetically as possible. It took him a couple of seconds before he started to sense something odd about his counterpart. Martha had obviously changed into a different set of clothing which was on the same degree of lewdness as her daughter, if not even more so. Her top was stretching around her bloated breasts in such a way that there was even a cleavage forming in the fabric between them. Her nipples were heavily leaking and making the material transparent. He could clearly see the teats standing proud while in the same time being squished and encased by the tight clothing. The only other garment she was donning, was a strange looking skirt. If he remembered correctly it was called a skort, a mix with shorts, which to him was ridiculous concept. A light stir under him attracted his attention back to the preteen he was still coupled with. With fluttering eyelids she was finally waking up.

Eva felt perfectly satisfied and wanted her blissful dreams to last for an eternity. Although she was trying her best to block out her surroundings she soon couldn’t ignore her sore limbs hanging down and aching. Not only that, but her whole body felt utterly exhausted like she had done a days worth of running exercise. Finally, she conceded that she wasn’t going to fall asleep anywhere soon and the best way to start the day was a full body stretch to bend all the stiff joints. Right from the start she wasn’t nearly able to move a muscle and also felt a stabbing sensation inside her tummy. It wasn’t immediate painful and more like a numbed down ache, but it somehow spread downward towards her pussy. Opening her eyes all at once she was instantly blinded by the morning sun. So after a few seconds she tried to peek through her half closed lids and nearly had a heart attack. Right on top of the preteen was a looming black face looking straight down on her. Quite shocked she closed her eyes shut and prepared for the worst. After a few seconds and nothing happened she tentatively opened both her eyes again. The eerie man was still there and seemed to be as perplexed as she was. Something in the depth of her clouded mind told her she knew the stranger from somewhere. Laying on her back she could only make out his head and upper body which was clad in a rather wrinkled dress shirt. In an attempt to see more she tried to raise her head but was too weak to do so. The man seemed to have sensed her intentions and helped her by shoving his hand under her backside. She felt his skin directly touching her own which sent goosebumps down her spine. Was she naked? Now able to see a little more her gaze followed his muscular torso downwards until the loose ends of his shirt were blocking the view. Wasn’t he wearing pants? Suddenly a hand appeared from outside her range of vision and lifted the fabric up like the drapes of a stage.
“Golly.”
Her voice was rather faint and coarse when she became aware of the whole situation. Disbelieving her own eyes she could only stare at the monstrous black cock which stuck balls deep in her petite cunt. Not only that looked unreal to her but also the bulge distorting her belly. Then her mothers head came into view and she was smiling proudly.
“See sweetie? You did it and all on your own.”
Using her other hand her mother reached out for her tummy and lightly pushed down on it. Nearly simultaneously the child and her abuser moaned in delight. After a few squeezes her mother let go of the bulge but something inside it kept sloshing back and forth.
“Can you feel all that delicious cum in your womb? I’m pretty sure you’ll be pregnant soon.”

“What?!”
Finally, Jamal found the courage to speak up. This entire child raping situation was going in a totally different direction than he had anticipated. One moment he was fearing the outburst of the kid’s mother, and suddenly they were talking about him becoming a father.
“Are you out of your mind, bitch? I just fucked your underage daughter, and you are okay with it? Not only that, you’re also planning to get her pregnant?”
Enraged he wanted to stand up but a sharp pain from suddenly bending his dick still firmly locked inside the preteen in question advised him otherwise. The child’s painful outcry had her mother abruptly lose her temper.
“If you ever harm my daughter again you’ll regret ever to be born. Do you understand me?”
She was menacingly shaking her fist in front of his hurt face.
“I sensed your pathetic repressed pedophile drive the first time we met. You were only lucky that I needed you for my child’s sake. Otherwise, I’d have had you reported right that instant, Jamal.”
After that outburst she had to take a deep breath and immediately afterward her facial features became much friendlier.
“Now, would you please be a dear and apologize to my daughter for hurting her?”
Gazing down, he once again saw the angelic face with watery eyes.
“I … I’m sorry for hurting you.”
Her lips started to quiver and fearing another weeping attack he did what came naturally to him.

In an instant a thousand fireworks were going off in Eva’s head, again. This time however she needn’t be convinced to open up her lips and immediately indulged in a deep sensual kiss. It felt so good to be intimately desired, and also the occasional twitching shaft stuffed inside her wasn’t that unpleasant anymore. Their tongues were twisting and dancing savoring the taste of each other. To her, it seemed like an eternity had passed when the black man finally drew back with a last peck on her lips.
“Noooo!”
Once more Eva was left extremely frustrated. Again he had stopped right when it started to feel good. If she could have raised her arms she would have grabbed his head and never let go of it.
“No, sweetie. That’s not what you’re supposed to say?” her mother reminded her lovingly.
She required a few seconds until she remembered her training.
“That … that will be a Dollar, please”
Jamal looked back at her dumbfounded. That’s when her mother intervened.
“That’s not what I … but … anyway … there is nothing preventing you to get this over with now. So, where are they?”
She looked down in search of something.
“Ah, there they are.”
Bending down she picked up the black man’s trousers and pulled out his wallet. Without waiting for any permission she opened it up and searched through the bill compartment.
“What the heck? Only hundreds and fifties? I’m quite impressed, but that’s not what we need right now.”
Displeased her mother started to sift through other compartments as well.
“Aha, there it is.”
Triumphal she raised a strangely crumbled buck.
“And even folded properly for the occasion.”
She held out the note to Jamal.
“Here you are. Now pay the whore as you should have done so right from the beginning.”
Looking quizzical at the tip crease it took him a moment to finally reach out for it. Holding the payment in his hand he seemed unsure for what to do with it. Then his gaze rested on the strip of fabric doing a rather poor job of concealing her nipples. When he reached out to stuff the bill between her bee stings she mentally prepared herself for the stinging sensation coming from her teats. It was somewhat unpleasant when he used his big fingers to slide George Washington under her top. Admiring the sight of the money she had earned with her own body sticking out between her boobs made her smile radiantly.

“What do we say, sweetie, when our john pays us?”
Martha’s voice once more took an instructive undertone.
“Thank you …”
The last word was drawn out as the small child started yawning.
“Oh, are you tired?”
Eva was slightly nodding.
“Sorry Jamal, but it looks like my whore isn’t up to the task this morning.”
The black man looked confused at Martha.
“I know we agreed on a whole dollar for two hours, but I couldn’t have known that she would be so worn out that early on. But don’t worry. As her current pimp it’s my duty to compensate you for your losses. Let me think of something really quick.”
She took a dramatic pause feign pondering her options.
“That’s it! How about you staying in bed with her? That way when she is up to it again she can start right were she left off, and you wouldn’t lose any precious time. Customer satisfaction is our main priority.”
Once more it took the man a few seconds before he eagerly responded to Martha’s slowly getting angrier facial expressions.
“So it’s settled then. But before you can go upstairs with your girl I need you to do a tiny favor first.”
“What … whatever I can help you with” he replied coarsely.
“I understand that it truly feels great penetrating such a small twat, but I don’t think my slut would appreciate your dick poking her most sensitive place while you carry her. So if you don’t mind I’d like to help you to unplug her.”

Now that she mentioned it Jamal realized that he was standing there the whole time bent over the piano resting on his arms and holding the child between his hands.
“Yeah, that would be awesome.”
“Great, just let me fetch a wash bowl.”
Before he could respond the crazy bitch was already gone. Unsure what to do he looked down on his charge again. With her drowsy eyes and her cute little yawning mouth he once more fell for her. Not able to resist her charms he kissed her forehead affectionately. That’s when her mother came back and put a large bowl underneath the piano.
“Sweetie, I want you now to hold you breath and clench your teeth.”
“Okay” her daughter answered with a faint voice.
Jamal couldn’t see what Martha did next, but he could sense her keeling down behind him. The rest he could only guess from the unpleasant reactions on the child’s face.
“We are nearly done, sweetie. Now Jamal please hold down the slut while you slowly but steadily pull out of her.”
He looked apologetically into the preteens widened eyes. Then he started to pull. At first, he couldn’t feel any progress whatsoever but her strained face told him he was hurting her immensely. Suddenly her cervix expanded ever so slightly that he was able to pull out two inches of cock meat. Hearing the child groan through her tightly closed lips he paused for a moment.
“Hey!” Martha yelled.
“Don’t stop now. Keep going, or you’ll unnecessarily prolong her pain.”
Begging for forgiveness he looked into watery eyes. A quick nod reassured him to go on with the task at hand. So he took one step back to be able to pull out further. This time however it was way easier, and he could extract all the way out of the child’s womb. With half of his dick removed he could finally feel the pressure in his balls weaken. The somewhat relived but still pained expression on the preteens face encouraged him to keep going. In comparison to the beginning the last few inches were rather easy to withdraw. As soon as his cock-head left the snatch, like a breach in a dyke, cum started to ooze out in large quantities. Some ran down the child’s leg while most of it poured onto the keyboard and from there into the bowl. Jamal wasn’t able to appreciate the spectacular sight for long as his dick suddenly started to throb painfully. Not able to stop Martha grabbing his shaft he yelped out in agony when he came like never before. Even though he was more or less flaccid right now he was able to produce a few powerful spurts of cum which were all professionally directed into the receptacle under the piano. Still being milked for the last drops he had to sit down onto the bench in order to stay conscious. Trying to catch his breath he watched the scene in front of him getting more bizarre every second. The mothers face was plastered by his first unexpected cum-shot. While still licking her hands she stood up from her kneeling position and walked over to her daughters face. From his sitting position he could stare directly into the unnaturally stretched snatch he had just fucked. It had an angry red tone to it and the inner lips looked swollen. Seeping from its depth his sperm was still dripping into the wash bowl underneath. When he looked up he saw Martha kissing her child in a not very motherly way. They were engaged in the same tongue wrestling he had been in with the slut mere minutes ago. Breaking the kiss he could see a string of goo extending between their mouth. They were sharing his cum. This realization made his dick twitch and left Jamal momentarily unsure about his mental state. Deep down in his mind a monster was on the rise.
“Jamal, would you be dear now and bring the slut upstairs in her playroom”

Eva could only remember fragments of her being lifted from the piano and carried into her bedroom. The next thing she knew was when her mother helped her take off the tube top. This she couldn’t forget as it was painful as hell. Then she was suddenly laying in her bed and someone big tried to get comfortable behind her. She could feel a massive drenched cock-head poking her thighs and automatically opened up slightly to let it slip through her own wet folds. Then she was hugged from behind and two unfamiliar black hands cupped her tits. A sudden realization kicked in. There was a stranger in her bed, and he pressed his naked and sweaty body against her own. Why was she so exhausted? Even her mothers lovingly smile could not ease her dread.
“Good night, sweetie.”
After that she switched off the light and closed the door. Bathed in eternal darkness Eva could hear the breathing of her tormentor right behind her head. As frightening as it was the dreadful sound had a somewhat soothing rhythm to it and after a minute it lulled her into a deep dreamless sleep.

"That's all Folks"
(For chapter 1 at least)