Date: Tue, 24 Nov 2015 12:47:05 -0500
From: John Galaor <john.galaor@aol.com>
Subject: How I got a black daddy,  Part 1

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incest acts between the boy and his white dad.
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How I got a black daddy.

Part One

First of all, let me to present myself to you.  I am Adrian, a 16 years old
boy.

I am now walking alone in this cold and street that goes out of the city.
I am not sure why I am going in this direction.  It is a getting darker
fast.  It is cold day of Autumn and I am feeling a little cold.  I am
rather a chilly person.



My dad had been lately more of a bastard than a real sweet daddy, so when
he found my cousin Marc resting on top of my naked body he got furious.
Why was my cousin Marc on top of me?  He had ejaculated in my ass in this
very moment.

We were taken by surprise.  When one is ejaculating, his senses are not
very alert for signs of alarm.  We were unable to hear the main door of the
house was being opened.  But this day my father had come much earlier from
his work.  We were in a sexual frenzy and had not heard anything.

My cousin tried to fled.  He grabbed his trousers and his shirt and was
about to get out of the house.  But my dad punched him several times in the
face.  But he had the temper of grabbing the coat of Marc and gave it to
him.

"Dress yourself and get out."  He said.

My dad waiting for Marc to dress.  Then, he hit him in the jaw, not very
strong and pushed him towards the door.  After he was out, he closed the
door without making noise.  He had not any wish to make our neighbors to be
aware of what happened.

He was perhaps angry for his innocent son was being sodomized by his
cousin.  This situation was sort of intolerable.

I was scared to death and grabbed my clothes to dress but stopped me
saying,

"Are you a damn faggot?"

"Er...  No, dad.  I am not."

"Then?" He asked.

"This was not like it looks."

"It's not what it looks?  What was then."

"I mean... I do not... wanted."

"You do not wanted?"

"No, dad.  I do not like this at all."

"He fucked your ass, son?"

"Well, no, just barely.  Only a little bit."

"How much of a bit?"

"About... one.  Perhaps... two inches.  He barely get in."

"Until he pushed he harder and got home, isn't it?"

"Well... it was just a moment.  Just a minute.  Not more than ten or twenty
seconds."

"Then... you loved it.  Isn't it?

"No, daddy.  I hated it."

"How much?"

"I hate it a lot, dad."

"Do not call me dad, you whore."

I was terrified hearing he called me whore.

"I had a lot of pain.  This was not pleasant at all, dad."  I lied.

"So, you do not like dick?"

"Not, seriously, dad.  I do not."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, sir.  I do not like it."

"So, you do not wanted?"

"No, dad.  It was him... he forced me to let him in."

"He forced you?"

"Yeah, dad.  It was very painful.  I was crying, 'no, Marc.  Do not do
it'."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, sir.  Truly serious."

"Sure?"

"Yeah!  He caused me a great pain!"

"A great pain?"

"Yeah, dad.  He was big."

I looked at his crotch to see if he had... Yes, he had a bulge.  It was a
big one.

"Had he caused you so much pain, son?"

"Yeah, a lot.  Almost he killed me."

"Was it so big?"

"Yeah, dad.  Too big.  I could not believe it."

"Have you cried much?"

"Yeah, dad.  I cried a lot."

"Before entering your bedroom, I was in the kitchen preparing a coffee, and
you were moaning like mad of the pleasure."

"No, dad.  I was not.  I was whining of the pain."

Dad began to pull down his trousers.

"Kneel here, whore!"

I knelt at once.

"Pull down my boxers!"  He ordered.

I pulled them down and there it was, the most big dick I even saw in my
life.

I was pumping my paternal dick up and down with my hand.  This is going to
end well, I thought.  I would blow him my best, and later he would fuck me
like a monster.  Then, I would be a few days limping and we would become a
happy family ever after.

"Stop jerking and start to blow it," he said.

I began to suck him.  I was taking my pleasure in the head that is the
tastier part of any cock.

"Suck it deep, you whore."

I began to suck the huge dick deeper but it was very difficult.  I gagged a
lot.  My daddy's dick was much bigger than my cousin's Marc.

"You are a whore.  Like your mother."  He said with bitterness for my mum
left him long ago.

I was trying to take his dick deeper.

"Had your mother had half your talent sucking dick... we would had been a
happy family."

I was absorbing his words but I could not say anything for my mouth was
full with my father's cock.

I thought 'I was saved'.  We could be a happy family.

I would learn to take his dick entirely in my throat and he would be a
happy daddy forever.  I wanted him to be happy.  Next I thought 'he would
wreck my ass.  But I wholly deserved it, for being such a damn faggot.'

I kept doing my best to swallow his whole dick, but it was impossible.
Perhaps with a little more training... I will... or... if I focus more
sharply it would be possible.  But my brain was totally distracted with the
unexpected situation.

"You are a shoddy diksuker," he said and pushed me off.

I was a little shocked and fearing the worse.

"Let's see if you are any better taking up the ass."

"Yes, sir.  I can do this much better."

"Let me see if you are any better than your whore mother."

I was not in mood to complain of his harsh words.  My mum did not even
explain to me why she left.  And she never contacted with me anymore.  Not
even gave me an address or a phone to call her.

So, I was ready to take my paternal dick, like a model son.  I was ready to
get my ass busted.  But I was unsure what to do next... then he pulled me
up to the bed.  I jumped up and lay myself down on the bed.

He spread my legs out, he knelt in between and said,

"Rise up your faggot ass."

I rose my ass as ordered.  At least this would serve to create a bond tween
us; we will be happy family again: a daddy and his sweet loving son.

The frustrated warrior of my dad, was going to grind my ass into a bloody
pulp.  I was glad to make him happy.  Eventually I would be craving for it,
the love of my dad.

He wet my ass spitting two drops of saliva and put his dick in my ass.

He pushed hard, and pushed and pushed.  Thanks god, my ass was rather
lubricated with half a pint of Marc's cream.  It could not be so difficult
to take daddy's dick up, I thought.

He pushed and...  I felt a huge discharge of pain in my ass.  For dad was a
lot bigger than Marc.  I was like knocked out for a couple of seconds.  I
could not utter a sound first... but ten seconds later I gave up a shrill
of pain.

"Ayyyy!!  Ayyyyyyy!!!!  Ouuuuuuch!  Aaaaght!!  You are gonna kill me!!"

He pushed farther with all his might and I had the whole dick in in an
whole push.  I nearly died of the shock.

As my dad stopped a moment to breath, the pain decreased.  It was now a
bearable pain.  And I felt sort of proud to have my humble ass stuffed by
the might power of my daddy.  I was grateful of having him in at last.
Most of his nightmares would cease now that he had a tight cunt to fuck.

If I would had wanted my ass to escape off him, I would not be able to, for
the long hard dick of my dad was deeply screwed in.  There is not any way I
could escape from this impalement.  His dick was totally embedded in me.

'Oh, my!'  I was able to predict the future.  'He is going to grind my ass
into a bloody pulp.'

He started to pound my ass with fury and he stopped a moment to say,

"If your mother had taken dick like this...  we would had a decent life."

He continued to fuck me like mad.  Oh, my god!  He was really furious.  He
was pounding my ass like a jack hammer: bang, bang, bang, bang.  He was
perforating deep into my soul with his mighty hammer.

He was like furious.  Like he wanted to avenge in my ass the mountain of
frustrations he had accumulated in decades.  I was glad of being a good
therapy for my daddy.

He was attacking me like a berserk Beowulf warrior.  I had been a few times
fantasying about being assaulted by one of those Beowulf warriors full of
rage and might.  I once even thought of being raped by a bunch of wild
warriors wanting a tight male cunt in place of the ordinary female cunts
that were too loose.

A Beowulf warrior, now my daddy, was now making a bloody pulp of my ass.
He had probably bust badly my sphincter.  I must have to be bleeding, I
thought.  But I recalled I had the same idea when Marc fucked me the first
time; but Marc had not half the size of my dad.

"Take dick, you, whore!!" he said with rage.  "Suffer, slut!"

I was happy he said that.  It must be a good therapy for his anger.  He was
spitting his venom out.

"If you had taken often dick like this, slut, we would had been a happy
family."

It seemed he was talking to my mum absent for twelve years.

He was tirelessly fucking my ass for nearly 30 minutes.  After the first
ten minutes I was not feeling pain anymore.  The worse part had to be
tomorrow; as my ass would be swelling with the punishment.  This happened
the first time when Marc fucked me.

I was fearing my dad would not ejaculate in hours.  But at last he come
off.

"Take that shit, bitch.  I would love to get you pregnant," he said.

He was probably telling this to my mum.  Then, he ejaculated years of
frustrations deep into my ass.  He would be a new man.  A new life had
started for him.

I thought his words showed a hint of... a shade of loving.  I was thinking
that I could keep him happy forever, by letting him to work out his
frustrations in my ass.  I was thinking of making him happy since mum
deserted him when I was some ten or eleven years old.  That was when I
began to figure out the cause of his bitterness.  But he was always so
angry... I had not any idea how to start to... how to inspire him, how to
tell him, I could be a good therapy for his ills.  He could cure himself by
using my me as a proxy of my mummy's cunt.

Avery day after he come from work, he could use me as dump-bucket to
ejaculate.  Then, all the poison his bitterness had been accumulating would
be swept off his brain.  At ten or twelve I had already some ideas about
what the ass of boy was good for.  I would had been a willing son to bear
on my back all the sins of my mother.

When he finished he said,

"Go to the shower."

I went there as ordered and showered.  I went out naked and he seemed
horrified as he showed me limping.

He casted a hard glance at me saying,

"Dress on."

I started to clothe."  Then...

"Put on a pullover and a coat."

I was amazed as he said this.  But I did as ordered and he said, as he
pushed me towards the door and said in a stern but in a very low voice,

"Get out of this house.  Forget you ever had a dad."

He opened the door, pushed me on my back.  He repeated in a low voice,

"Get out of here, faggot.  And do not come back ever here. "

I walked down the stairs and I was suddenly out in the street, unbelieving
of what happened to me in just half a brief moment.  How could he had done
this to me?  I was a good son.  I even took his monster dick in my ass
without complaining.

Now, I was walking on the street sort of limping and... well, our house was
a little out of the city... on the outskirts, and after a while
walking... there were not more lights.  For I was living in a poor part of
the city.

Why fuck happened this to me?  I could not believe it.  If he hated fagots
so much why he fucked me?  I should have resisted when he pushed me out.
But I was fearing he would get mad at me and kill me in a rage.

I was getting out of the city now... slowly limping my way out.  I could
not believe it.  I do not knew where my mother was living, so I could walk
to her house and had a roof over my head for a few days.  Why she left me
and never contacted me ever since?  Why she do not gave me a phone number?
I do not know, or do not even remember his maiden name, but his first name.



I was walking and walking, and the sky was getting darker and darker.  I
barely could see the floor I was walking on.  From time to time a car
passed by this road.  But not any of those cars had a meaning to me.  I was
fearing a dark and cold night.  Nobody was going to rescue me out of this
catastrophe.





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How I got a Black Dady - 2

An incest story



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engaged in sexual acts.  Then, if your morals are contrary to these acts
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How I got a black daddy



Second Part

Last lines of Part One



I was getting out of the city now... slowly limping my way out.  I could
not believe it.  I do not knew where my mother was living, so I could walk
to her house and had a roof over my head for a few days.  Why she left me
and never contacted me ever since?  Why she do not gave me a phone number?
I do not know, or do not even could remember her maiden name, but his first
name.

I was walking and walking, and the sky was getting darker and darker.  I
barely could see the floor I was walking on.  From time to time a car
passed by this road.  But not any of those cars had a meaning to me.  I was
fearing a dark and cold night.  Nobody was going to rescue me out of this
catastrophe.





Part Two



Suddenly a cold wind started to blow and it began to downpour.  I was
caught a little unaware by this raining.  I should had taken a raincoat,
but things got on me so suddenly...  I could barely think I would need a
rain coat at all.

The rain was heavy and my coat began to get soaked in a few minutes.  I was
in a desert dark road, and had not any place to cover myself from this
rain.  Shit!  What luck I had!

My jeans began also to get soaked as well.  I could not believed this shit
was happening to me.

I was getting on a sour mood now.  I was close to start crying.  But why?
Who would see me crying?  Nobody, in this desert road would see me in this
state or take any pity of me?  A damned faggot chased out of home by his
father.

Suddenly a big car stopped by my side.  A window opened and a flashlight
shone on my face.  He must had seen a sad face showered by the rain.

"Come in, boy.  Get in the car."

"I can't enter, sir.  I am totally soaking."

"Come in, boy.  If you are soaking... you need to sit here.  Come in."

I could not see his face, for his torch was illuminating mine.  But I
needed really a break with the damn rain.  So I do not doubted for another
second and entered in the car.  I had not anything to loose.  Not even a
little shame.

With the interior light of car I saw a little the face of a man.  He was
black.  A very big man smiling gently.  He was not fearing in the least
that I would be soaking the sit of his expensive car, a four-wheeler one.

"Close the door, boy."

I shut the door.

"What a pretty white boy you are!  Why were you walking alone under this
fucking rain?"

"My dad."

"Your dad?"

"He kicked me out."

"What a monster.  Why?"

I was doubting to answer.

"You can keep it a secret. "

"He caught me... with my cousin."

"He caught you?"

"Yeah.  He was laying on top of me."

"Your dad is too severe." Said the man.

"Why?"

"Well, I would had love it."

"Love it what?"

"To be in the place of your cousin."

"Really?"

"Of course.  So, you have not any place to go?"

"I have not."

"You can stay at my home, if you like."

"Can I?"

"Of course.  I would not forgive myself if let you out here, in this night.
It's raining cats and dogs."

"Thanks a lot, sir."

"Call me Kyle."

"Thanks a lot, Kyle."

The car was fending its way in the night.

"What's your name, boy?"

"Adrian.  Adrian Mole."

"A lovely name."

It was raining really hard.  I was happy to be inside the car.  I was
getting a little warmer.

A car passed in opposite direction and I could see the face of the man that
had taken me into his car.

He was a handsome black man... of great size.  This man was perhaps a
little too big for me, I thought.  He was probably a star player of the
NBA.  Once I watched a black one in the TV and I was amazed.  How cool he
was, and how much power he had.  He was also very attractive.

"What are you thinking, son?"

"Er... that... I am real lucky."

"Lucky?"

"I cannot believe I am here. "

"You wholly deserve it, Adrian."

I was flattered he used my name.  I was a little surprised that he had not
reached for my thigh yet.  Perhaps he was shy or something.

I got closer to his side, trying to have an opportunity to rub my knee to
his, or to reach his thigh with my hand.

"We'll soon be home."  He said.

His car looked a very expensive one.  This probably meant his house was
also a big one... and according to his size, his thing would be also big.
I was not sure I could cope with this big thing, after the wreckage my dad
caused in my ass.

I was repeating myself, a very big man, a big house, a big car, a
big... all other parts of his body.  I was a little scared really.

We were like an hour driving and it looked we were crossing a wild
countryside, with winding roads up a mountain.  The night was dark but the
lights of the car let me see some wooden fences, of the sort you only watch
in the movies.  For I had never been in the countryside.

"Do you live in the countryside?" I asked this silly question.

"The country.  This is the only place you can buy a big house with the
least money."

After some time, the car stopped before an iron gate.  He clicked an
electronic device and the gate started to open.  Some seconds later, the
car was entering by a garden with some trees and a lawn.  The car stopped
before a great house, a little on the style of the big plantation houses of
the 19th century.  It was still raining.

"This is my house," he said.

The car moved a little to a side of the main entrance.  And a garage door
opened automatically with all its lights on.  The car entered in.

"Let's straighten our legs."  He said.

He opened another door and it showed a great well lighted saloon.

"Welcome to my shack," Kyle said.

"Wow!  All this is yours?"

"It's your house."

"Mine?  Are you joking?"

"No.  Let us go upstairs."

As I walked a little limping, he took notice and said,

"We can take a lift to go up."  He fingered some button on a door and it
opened.  I was amazed for the lift was spacious like for four or five
persons.  I could not believe it.

"You bought a lift to go upstairs?"

"No.  The house had already a lift when I bought it.  Some old man that
could not raise stairs."

"Ah!"

We got out in the second floor, and he showed me the way to the bathroom.

He prepared the bathtub with warm water.

"You need a hot bath to get warm and to rest while.  You must had been on
the verge of getting a cold." he said.

"Sure."

He started to prepare the bath mixing the cold and hot water.

When the bath tube was prepared, I began to take my cloths off.  I was
fearing the man would watch my ass and see it was swelling or damaged.

"Meanwhile I would prepare some food."

The man do not looked at my ass but got my wet clothes from the floor.

"I am going to wash this."  He said and left.

Then, I relaxed in the hot water and my body was getting warmer.  It passed
like... perhaps 30 minutes and the man came back and asked,

"Do you feel better and warmer now?"

"Yeah."

"I brought some clothes for you.  Perhaps they are not your size."

He had a huge towel for me to dry off.

I stood up naked and felt a little uneasy for he would watch me naked, and
we barely knew each other.  I felt like a modest damsel that cannot show
her naked body to strangers.

It seems he was pleased with a glance to my body and he said,

"You can dry yourself off," he gave me the big towel.

I never had used such a big towel in my life.  All I had were sort of
smaller towels.  The sort that soon get soaked when you dry your body.

He watched me rubbing the towel and said,

"Can you try these clothes and come down with me to eat?"

"To eat?"

"Of course, you must be hungry.  Aren't you?"

A delicious smell of fat got up till the upper floor.

Now, I was stepping down on foot.  I was more sure now; I had not any need
to take the lift to go down.  Mr. Kyle was by my side, ready to hold me in
case I would fail a step and fall.  It was nice to feel the hand of this
strong man ready to grab me.

Near the kitchen there was a table with a pizza and some fried eggs and
sausages.

"I hope you would like this.  All young boys love it," said Kyle.

"Yes, sir.  It is a great idea, for in my home we rarely eat this.
Sometimes my father... had not money or something... I mean, some days I do
not eat in the evenings.  That is why I look so slim."

"OK.  If you are going to stay here... you are not going to eat much
either, for I do love only skimpy boys."

"Do you love boys?"

"Well, this is a long story.  But first you must eat.  We would talk
later."



We finished eating, and I was ready to hear Kyle's story of his liking of
boys.

Kyle was looking at me.  As he said nothing, I mean he was not telling the
story I wanted to hear.  So, I dared to say,

"You promised to tell me a story about something."

"Oh, about the boys.  Yeah.  I was a young man in high school, I had a
freaky obsession with boys.  Mostly whites.  But I had to take a lot of
care, for this was a dangerous adventure."

"Why a dangerous adventure?"

"It could ruin my career.  I was a good player in high school and someone
bought me the rights for another school of a higher social class.  They
paid my tuition and some extra money to help my family."

"For playing basketball?"

"Yeah.  But I was warned they do not wanted any scandals.  If I got out of
the pot it would be my ruin and the ruin of my family."

"I see."

"Thus, I saw some white boys were drooling as they saw me in the showers.
I avoided to ogle at them to have not problems."

"So do you not watched at them?"

"I tried my best not to ogle at them for more than a few seconds."

"You were restraining."

"That's the word.  I made my career but I never forgot those white asses I
gawked in the showers.  They got engraved in my brain... so deeply."

"It looks a good story."

"Now, after a bitter divorce, I was depressed as hell for months.  But
today when I saw you walking in that rain...  I said, oh, fuck!  This young
man must be worse than I am.  Let me stop.  I stopped the car, opened the
window and shined at your face with my torch."

"Yeah, you blinded me."

"I was also blinded with your face.  I thought, this young man is more
fucked up, than I am."

"You thought this?"

"Yeah.  I would like to have a white son like you."

"A white son?"

"You would be playing the role of one of those white boys I ogled in high
school."

"Oh, my!  Are you joking?"

"Would you like to be my son?"

"Oh, er...  well, I am not sure I deserve it."

"You look perfect for this."

"Oh, I do not know what to say."

"Now, you must tell me your story.  What happened when your dad got you
with your cousin on top."

"He was not specially furious.  He looked sort of calmed.  But my cousin
got a panic, grabbed his clothes and tried to run out of the house.  My
father run after and gave him a few hits.  My cousin left with his clothes
in its hand.  He forgot his shoes.  A minute later, my dad was joking with
me about what happened."

"What he said."

"He was joking and asked me to tell him what happened.  So I said this
silly phrase, 'oh, dad.  It's not what it looked'.  He smiled incredulous.
I added, 'I do not wanted.  My cousin forced me to let him get in'."

"Did he forced you?" asked Kyle, my future black daddy.

"No, I loved it.  But I do not wanted my dad to hate me for being a fagot."

"What happened next?"

"He do not believe a word.  Then, he made me to suck him, and later he
sodomized me in a terrible way, for he had a big dick."

"Then?"

"When he finished he ordered me to shower.  He told me to clothe, and to
put a pullover and a coat.  Next he pushed me to the door, and told me in a
stern-low voice.  'Do not come back to this home'.  And that's all."

"Your father was not a nice one."  He said.

"Since my mom left, he was bitter man.  He never showed a smile."

"I see."

"I tried to sooth him, to be nice to him, but he rejected all my intents."

"So, you must start a new life now."

"From zero?"

"Well, you have some talent, and some extraordinary beauty."

"Are you joking?"

"No.  You have some narrative talent.  You could become a writer, by
example."

"A writer?"

"Yes.  In the end you only need some contacts with publishers, and some
monitor during the first steps of your career."

"But I do not have money to pay a teacher."

"You would not believe it, but in my career I made English literature.  I
was not a good student in general, for I was working hard with the sport.
They advice me to make English; all other careers were out of my reach."

"So, you know English literature?"

"Just a little bit.  But I can pay a tutor to help you in the first years
of learning to write.  But you need a lot of practice and encouragement."

"Encouragement?"

"A lot.  I will give it to you.  I tried to be a writer, but I was alone in
this.  I needed some guidance and encouragement."

"And you had none?"

"My family had not any studies, and could not understand my ambition."

"So you failed in that?"

"Yeah, but you are going to make this career in my place."

"But I do not deserve any of this."

"Well, you would deserve it, if you are my white son."

I could not reply.  I was sort of... I could not believe all this.

"I will be glad to.  But... what would be my duties as a son?"

"You can guess them."

"I have to guess my role?"

"You will be in the role of those white boys I ogled in high school."

"Like in playing a role?"

"Like... imagine your daddy was black, and his wife divorced him.  You see
him is desperate and you want... to make him happy.  For you really love
your black daddy.  This would be your role."

"Perhaps you would tire of your white son."

"You should not be so pessimistic."

"Oh, my.  Am I being pessimistic?"

"You had to be with your story.  I can understand."

"Do you bet to be my son?"

"Well, I am not sure.  But yeah."

"It starts since now."

I do not dared to ask him if he wanted to fuck me this very night.

"I supposed you must be very tired, and worn out today."

"Well... yeah.  I am sort of exhausted."

"I was forgetting something.  Here take these two pills."

"What are they for?"

"It's diclofenac, an anti-inflammatory drug.  The story you told me of your
dad make me think you would be worse this night or tomorrow.  You will take
tomorrow morning another pill."

"And how do you know this much of medicine?"

"Well, I have a friend that is working in a Pharm-Lab.  I learned a few
things with him."

"I am grateful for your concern."

"Well, you are my son since a moment ago."

"You are right."

"I forgot to tell other question.  I want my son to be a virgin."

"Damn!  You want me to be a virgin?"

"Yeah.  I have a solution for this problem.  My friend the Pharm man knows
of some cream that restores virginity." ·

"That restores virginity?  Are you joking?"

"Virginity is a relative concept.  The virginity is a state in which the
vagina is very tight."

"The vagina?"

"Well, both the ass and the vagina have a sphincter.  A virgin has it very
tight."

"Girls have a sphincter?"

"They have two.  The vagina and the anal hole have a muscles that close it
tight."

"Oh, my!  I never thought of that."

"Never did I.  Then this is the meaning of virginity.  The hole is very
tight."

"But after the experience with my cousin and today my white daddy, my ass
has to be rather loose."

"That is the question.  And I want to... to fuck a virgin boy."

"Like the ones you ogled in high school?"

"More or less.  Some of them were not."

"If they were not?"

"If any of them have had some affair with with a white dude, he would be
virgin for the dick of a man me.  I had a big dong since I was a kid."

"Oh!  My!"

"So, I though about the restoration trick."

"To start anew."

"Yeah.  I want to have the illusion that I'll be fucking my white son when
he is still a virgin."

"Then, we are not going to do anything today."

"No.  First I need your virginity to be restored."

"This is quite an exciting idea."

Then my black daddy said,

"It is time to go to sleep.  I love to sleep early and it's late."

We went upstairs and I was walking a little limping but I felt surer after
taking the pills.  My daddy showed me a room,

"This is your bedroom.  And here is a lavatory, the shower, etc."

"Uh."  I said a little disappointed.  But I understood that I was not ready
to take over my shoulders more work than I have had today.

"Have sweet dreams," he said and left.

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After a week or so, I had my virginity restored.  A medical assistant came
to the house and he inserted in there... you know what I mean, a device
that contained some cream with a drug diluted in.  I must have had this
device inserted a number of hours a day, and I had to extract it when I
went to the toilet for obvious reasons.  After the evacuation I had to do
some cleansing and insert again the device.  I had also to use some special
underwear to avoid my ass would pushed out the insertion.  The sphincter
has a tendency to push off anything inserted in there.

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I had to chop off this part of the story for is getting too long.

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After a whole week I had my virginity as tight as in the day I was born.
The medical assistant used a special gauge to measure the pressure of my
sphincter and it gave an excellent reading.  I am not going to tell you the
exact power of it.  I had a new minted virginity.  I was so proud of it.



Then, the day arrived when my black daddy had me prepared for my debut as
his predilect son.  And I was a little nervous.  I had dinner as usual, and
my dad did not commented anything, for he loved discretion above all.  He
never said any dirty word in my presence.  He had learned all this during
his career, for he do not wanted to risk his future.  After super, we both
went upstairs.  I was imagining that he would invite me to his bedroom, and
as he said nothing, so I entered in my own bedroom.  I had to pass another
night alone, in spite of being a recently made a virgin.



* * *

I was a little disappointed when I got in my bed.  I thought I would not be
able to sleep.  But an inexplicable drowsiness got me so fast sleeping.  I
was sleeping like a log.  But in the middle of the night, I vaguely felt my
bed was somewhat moving, or a little shaking.  But I had not awakened.  My
mind was full of somnolence.

Later I felt like a warm "presence" in my back.  I was feeling warm on my
back, and I vaguely felt I had someone in my bed.  But I was unable to
recall who was.  It would had been probably my black daddy.  He perhaps
felt cold and came to my bed to get warmer.  Then, I was such in a state of
drowsiness that I continued sleeping while feeling a comfortable heat in my
back.  I was feeling other effects, like some hardness in my little peter.
And I felt like a warm hand caressing my chest, and it felt nicely.  I am
not sure how long I was sleeping with these weird dreams.  But I was
sleeping nicely and comfortable.  My feelings were like the most sweet
dream.  A while later, I felt a hot presence between my thighs.  I mean it
was in the very furrow between both my thighs.  It was something nice,
thick and warm, and I loved it.  I was barely awake, or perhaps I was in
between being awake and deep sleeping.  So far till this moment, I had not
a clear idea, that my black daddy was in bed.  But whoever was had put a
warm heater between my thighs.  I felt it was a thick warm thing that began
to slide in and out.  It was like a sweet dream I had.

In some moment, I was aware that my peter was extremely stiff.  But I was
too comfortable and pleased to wish being awake.  I was so happy with the
nice heater in my back, for I am rather sensitive to cold.  Then it was
like a perfect dream.  I am not sure how long lasted my dream but I was
slowly awaking.  Then, after a long time... I can not precise... I felt
that the heater of my thighs had migrated to another spot.  It was now like
rubbing in my rear furrow, up and down.  The thing pressed a little in some
spot that was specially sensible.  It was an intermittent pressure, that
was growing in power.  My rear spot was getting hotter and hotter by the
effect of the heater, and it felt sort of very pleasant.  But I was not
fully awake yet, and was unable to think that it was my black daddy doing
this miracle.  I was simply feeling pleasure.  Then, a little later the
thing was pressing in the sensible spot.  It felt nice and warm.  The push
was coming and going, slowly.  Each time the pressure was a little
stronger, and the pleasure was also stronger.  I was getting more and more
pleased in this sweet dream.  The pleasant it was the pressure, the more
stronger it was.  I was sort of wishing to open up my rear to the nice
heater that was caressing me there.  Heat was being accumulating in the
rear spot, and it was now like sweating.  It also was becoming slippery,
and the heat was like inviting to open it up.  I relaxed my tight thing in
my rear.  It was then that I felt the heater was like opening the rear
door.  It pressed farther a little and it felt nice.  I was farther relaxed
and pleased.  I wanted to open up myself to the nice heater.  Then, it
somewhat slid a little in.  I felt a little sting in my rear.  I lasted
milliseconds.  This sting awoke me, and I short of had a little cry.  I
said "ouch!" with a shrilly voice.  A little higher than a whisper.  It was
in this moment that I was aware my black daddy was in bed.

"Sh!" he whispered.  "It's me, your black daddy!"

"What?"

"Sh!  Shut up, mummy could awake."

I shut up.  I do not wanted my mum to awake in the middle of the night and
watch my daddy in my bed so close together.  I do not wanted her to see my
daddy was doing something in my bed.

A little while and I felt another sting in my rear.  "Ouch!!"  I cried a
little higher.

"Sh!!  Shut up.  You are going to awake mum."

I shut up and felt another push.

"Oh, daddy, this thing is too fat.  It cannot enter in there."

"Sh!!  dear.  Just a little bit more.  It will in slowly."

"It hurts, dad."

"Sh!!  It is going to be OK."

"OK?"

"Once the thing is in.  You are going to have a great pleasure."

Then he pushed and pushed, and it hurt.  My little hole was too tight or
the thing of my dad was too thick.  How could a thing so fat to enter in my
ass?

But the more he tried the more he failed.  It was almost impossible for
this thing to enter in there.  Then, he moved my body sideways and put me
laying on my belly.

"This way, it would enter easier."  He said.

But I barely understood what he was saying.

He tried again but was not easy.  He took a pillow and put it under my body
to raise it up.  He was trying again.

"You had a very strong virginity," he said.  "And pushed farther."

By then, the pain was stronger that I almost awoke.

"Who are you?"  I asked him.

"It is me.  Your black daddy.  Remember?  I've found you lost in a road, in
the middle of the rain."

But I could not remember the rain he was saying.  Not any black daddy.

I had already a part of his big thing inside me.

"I had taken up your cherry," he said.

I do not understood what he was saying.  I only felt a fat presence inside
me coming and going, to and fro.  It felt nice, in spite of being a little
painful.  Then, I accepted to whomever it was moving inside me was doing
right.

"Do you love it, son?"

"Yeah, I love it, dad."

I am not sure why I called him dad.

"You are really a sweet son.  I love you so much," he said.

I felt I loved him also.  For whatever reason I could not think clear.

I heard him panting, like when one had been running upstairs.  He was also
sweating a lot.  I felt my rear slippery with the sweat, and the heat he
was giving to my back.  I was sort of convinced that his panting was a good
thing.  He was moving like crazy inside me.  I felt some noise like
slapping on my rear.  It was making a lot of noise and mummy would awake
any moment and had a feat of nervous.

He was moving like mad.  I was thrilled with the bustle.  I could not
understand the motive of the commotion, but I was a part of it.  I was also
thrilled of such a furious pumping.  Then, the fat thing got even thicker
and began to have like wild jerks.  I was impressed by this jerking inside
my ass.  I was sort of stunned with the speed and it soon I felt some inner
shots inside me.  They were hot, and I felt like little busts inside.  My
black daddy was sort of roaring or groaning and I was fearing that mum
would hear all this noise.  I was feeling sort of nice with hot shots
inside.  My rear entry was overflowing with some slippery stuff.  The big
thing was sliding now nicely in my rear.  Then, my black daddy fell on my
back exhausted.  It felt nice to have all this weight of my daddy on my
back.  Any one that ever had his daddy in this situation, resting on his
back, his big thing inside you, knows how sweet it is.  I was gladly
amazed.  And the best of all is that my mum did not awake at all.  After
some time, my daddy left, and I felt a little sad to be alone in my bed.

* * *

I am not sure of the hour, but I hear my mum was ringing a bell and making
a lot of noise.

Cling, cling, cling!

Mummy was shaking a little bell she had to awaken us.

"Time for breakfast.  Get out of bed, you lazybones."

I awoke with much hunger, and stood up instantly.  I was ready to devour
all the food of the table.  Then, I run as I was wearing my pajamas.  I
felt a little wetness in my underwear for some fluid was leaking in my
rear.  I felt with my hand, but nevertheless I went to the kitchen, for my
mummy was again swinging the bell to make my dad to wake up.

I was running to the kitchen and my black daddy was coming after also
wearing his pajama.

We sat at the table and my mum was very happy as ever.  She was cheery and
had prepared a smelling breakfast with bacon and eggs.

She was more than happy today.

"I was fearing to go awaking with my bell swinging over your heads."  She
said.

We do not said any prayers for we are a very liberal family.  So we started
at once to eat like were were hungry wolves.

We were influenced by the gayness of my mum.  As we were eating we
exchanged some pleasantries for it is a custom of the family.

"Oh, dad, I see you very happy... and relaxed today." my mum asked daddy.

"Yeah, I had a wonderful night."

"And you, Adrian?  Have you had a sweet sleep?" She asked me.

"Yeah, mum.  I had the most sweet sleep."

"Me, too.  I sleep like a log all night."  She said.



So, you see, we are a happy family.  My white mum, my black dad and me we
are all happy.

Then, suddenly my mum started to sing a nursery rhyme,



See Saw Margery Daw,

Johny shall have a new master;

he shall earn but a penny a day,

Because he can't work any faster.



And we that we were ready to go for our daily business.



End of Part Two



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