Her New Black Daddy
by Everett Avery
(VR-455)


FOREWORD

The pale moonlight swept through the open window and bathed Jessie’s young, shivering 
white body in its glow. She quivered with fear and revulsion as she watched the darting eyes 
of her stepfather run quickly up and down her body.

His coal black skin shimmered in the half-dark and she could hear his heavy, labored 
breathing as she felt him approach her. His shirt was open to the waist and his fingers were 
clasped at his belt buckle.

“I been waiting a long time for this,” he chuckled, running his tongue over his thick, dark 
lips. “I been wanting a chance at you for a long time and now, praise God, here it is!”

“Stay away from me,” the little fifteen-year-old gasped. “If you come one step closer, I’ll 
scream!”

His laughter continued, a cruel, harsh, uncaring noise that burbled in his throat. “Go 
ahead, go ahead,” he whispered softly. “Ain’t nobody gonna hear you anyway!”

He made the few short steps across the room in moments and curled his fingers at the top
of her nightie. He pulled sharply and ripped the gown from her white body in one smooth 
stroke. She cried out in fear and tried helplessly to cover her naked young flesh.

He smiled in satisfaction and ran his hands down over her moist, trembling white body. 
She moaned and tried to get away from him but he was too strong. He pinned her to the wall 
and kissed her roughly, his fingers fumbling urgently with his belt.

“I’ll tell momma,” she screamed. “I’ll tell, I’ll tell!”

“Go ahead tell her,” he laughed. “Don’t you know she won’t care, you little cockteasing 
trash! She needs me more than you! She won’t say a fucking word!”

Jessie squirmed under his cruel, searching black hands and cried out in fear as she felt his 
hard, thick cock slithering between her warm, young thighs. She realized he was right about 
her mother and with an aching fear, she realized that he could do anything he wanted to her, 
now!


CHAPTER FIVE

This was it as far as Jessie was concerned. She waited until she was sure the two men were 
gone, then she hauled herself up onto the bed and tried to regain her strength. She had long 
since cried herself out. She lay quietly, controlling her breathing, trying to pull her thoughts 
together.

She closed her eyes and tried to make her mind a blank but the ugly, hateful images of the
two horrible black men returned, so she quickly opened them up again and stared up at the 
white, rough ceiling.

“I’m getting the hell out of her,” she said to herself, fiercely. “I’m getting out tonight no 
matter what!”

She sighed and got up from the bed and ran a bath. She would never be able wash the 
filth of them from her body, but at least she could clean her bruised, aching white flesh. She 
sat in the tub and let the soothing water cleanse her. After she had scrubbed herself half a 
dozen times she got up and quickly dried off.

She sat down at the writing table and composed a note for her mother. She had decided 
to tell her all and it took her more than a hour to write the two page letter. She had to fight 
back the tears a couple of times, but she was determined not to break down.

She was going to get away, far away and tonight. She was going to steal one of the cars, 
she decided. How she was going to do that, she didn’t know, but she couldn’t walk out of 
there, that was for sure. She had to get as far as possible before morning. They would try and 
come after her, that much she was sure of, and she needed all the distance between them and
her she could get.

She didn’t know how her mother was going to react to all of this and she didn’t really care 
by now. Marta had ceased to pay very much attention to her and Jessie was well aware that 
now that she had Luther, she didn’t need her so much.

“If she wants to stay with that black bastard after reading this,” she said to herself, 
rereading her note. “Then she’s welcome to the animal.”

She figured she had better not take off before midnight. The others would still be up, or at
least they might be and she wanted a clean eight hours head start before they found her 
gone.

She dressed in her warmest, most comfortable clothes and sat down on the bed to wait. 
She had the TV on and she tried to concentrate on the dumb movie that was playing, her 
mind still tumbling with her decision and what to do about it.

She figured her best chance was to slip into Rollie’s and Gerry’s room and get the key to 
the van from Gerry. Even if she got caught there, she could always make the excuse that she 
wanted to talk to Gerry. If she had to, she would even make out a little bit with him, to distract
him while she stole the key.

At about eleven-thirty she was almost beside herself with excitement and anticipation. She
wished it would hurry up and be twelve. She was just about ready to go right then when the 
knock came at the door.

A tremor of fear ran through her belly and loins. “Who is it,” she asked, trying to sound 
sleepy. “What do you want?”

“It’s Gerry, Jessie,” the young man’s voice came back to her through the wood. “I’d like to 
talk to you.”

She was about to tell him to go away, but then she decided that she would like to see him 
one last time. She was going to miss him badly, he was the only one she would really regret 
leaving behind.

She got up and went to the door. After she had opened it he stepped in and glanced at 
her, a strange look in his eyes. He wandered over to the bed and sat down, taking a sip from 
the bottle of wine that Rollie had left.

“Where are you going,” he asked, pointing with the bottle to her clothes.

“Oh, I just came back from a walk,” she said, taking off her coat. “Wanted a little night air 
before I went to sleep.”

“Sure, sure,” he nodded. “And that’s why you’re completely dry, isn’t it? You don’t make a 
very good liar, Jessie. There isn’t a bit of snow on your boots.”

She fumbled for an answer then came over to the bed and sat down next to him. She took 
the wine from him and up-ended the bottle, drinking long and hard. She coughed, choking on
the liquid and handed him back the bottle.

“You’re getting out, aren’t you,” he said after a moment. He sighed and shook his head 
when she didn’t respond. “You can’t fool me, Jessie, I can read you like a book. You’re 
running.”

“Don’t try and stop me, Gerry,” she said, fiercely. “I’ve got to get out of here and nobody’s 
standing in my way!”

“Hey, hey,” he said softly, brushing the blonde hair out of her eyes. She jerked her head 
away and glared at him and he dropped his hand to his lap. “I understand, really I do. But 
where are you going to go, what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care! I just can’t stand another minute with these people!” she 
moaned. She put her head in her hands and sighed deeply. “If you only knew, Gerry, if you 
only knew!”

He took another drink of the wine and said tightly, “I do know, honey. I do know.” She 
looked up at him, eyes wide with shock. He shrugged. “I was passing by, I heard noises, I 
looked through the window, your curtains were parted just a tiny bit. I saw everything, those 
black bastards using you like that. I almost threw up!”

She gripped his arm tightly. “Now you see, now you see,” she said wildly. “And that wasn’t 
the first time either! I can’t stand it! You understand, I can’t stay here, I can’t stay and let them 
keep doing things to me, using me like that! I can’t!”

“I know you can’t. What were you planning to do, steal one of the cars?”

“I was going to sneak into your room and get the keys to the van. I was just about to do 
that when you knocked.”

He started to laugh and she glared at him. He shook his head and held up his hand. “I’m 
not laughing at you,” he explained. “It’s just that, that’s why I came over here, I was planning 
to take off tonight, myself. I was going to ask if you wanted to come along!”

They both cracked up then, Jessie hugging the young man tightly to her. For the first time 
she began to feel as if she might have a chance. Never would she have dreamed of anyone’s 
help and now the kindest, person she ever knew was offering it to her.

“Come on, honey,” Gerry said, pulling her to her feet. “The rest of them are all asleep. We 
ought to get moving now.”

She gathered up her suitcases and put on her coat. Quietly they tiptoed out of the 
building. Trying to be as silent as possible, they climbed into the van and Gerry turned the 
engine over.

It sputtered to life.

“Stay down until we’re away from here,” he warned her. “That way if one of them comes 
out, I can just say I’m going out for cigarettes.”

She climbed into the back and slowly he pulled away from the motel. He kept checking in 
the rear view mirror but the lights in the other rooms remained off and after a mile or so he 
told her she could come forward again.

She settled into the seat on the right and shivered happily. “There’s a bottle in the 
glovebox,” he told her. “Keep the chill off of us, the heater isn’t the best in this thing.”

He reached in his pocket and removed a small paper envelope. He shook out four pills and
held his hand out to her. She took two and popped them into her mouth, washing them down
with the booze, he did the same and in a few moments both of them felt bright and alert.

They drove all night, pushing the speed limit, talking wildly between them, the speed 
opening up their minds and hearts. Jessie felt herself feeling as free as a bird and she kept 
glancing over at the young man doing the driving, her heart full of caring for him.

By morning they were well over five hundred miles away from the motel and Jessie was 
finally beginning to believe they might have a chance to make it after all. Gerry had 
mentioned a friend they could stay with in the Midwest and they were headed in that 
direction, hoping to get there by noon.

They got there easily before noon, both of them still high on the drugs and full of excess 
excitement. Gerry’s long-time friend, a nice guy about his age named Jeff Case, allowed them 
to use his room for a nap.

They lay on the mattress that sat on the floor and talked, staring up at the night sky mural 
that Jeff had painted on the ceiling and talked as they had been talking all the night before.

They had so much to discuss and shared so much more in common that Jessie was 
surprised that they hadn’t noticed it before. They lay on the bed, a couple of feet apart, not 
touching and even with the distance between them, Jessie could feel the warmth and caring 
coming from the young man beside her.

“So much has happened to me,” she sighed, stifling the sob of pain and loneliness that 
surged in her throat. “So much has been done to me. It’s a wonder I haven’t gone crazy!” She 
rolled over on her side and stared at the young man’s turned face. “Oh, Gerry, Gerry, how can I
ever thank you for getting me away from there!”

He reached out and caressed her warm, moist cheek. “Forget it,” he told her, his voice soft 
and warm with affection. “I couldn’t have let that go on, no matter what. You’ll be safe with 
me, Jessie, I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

She reached up and took his hand in both of hers. She drew it over her soft, pink lips and 
kissed his fingertips gently. She ran the sweet, moist petals over the palm of his hand and felt 
him shiver with the luscious sensation of her mouth against his flesh.

“Come closer to me, Gerry,” she whispered softly. “1 want to feel you near me, I want to be
able to touch you.”

Tenderly he edged closer to her. He kept himself just inches away from her. He could feel 
the warm heat rising from her soft flesh and her own body began to tingle with anticipation as
he tentatively put his arm around her and rested it gently over her back.

She smiled at him and ran her fingers across his cheek. He moaned softly and kissed the 
dainty digits as she pressed them against his eager lips. His breathing was becoming erratic 
and he could hardly control the violent tremors that seemed to be running through his body.

“Jessie, Jessie, Jessie,” he groaned painfully. “You’re so beautiful, so damn beautiful! I… I 
can’t seemed to keep my hands off you!”

She shivered slightly as she felt his fingers roaming over her back. She could feel their 
strength as he massaged her spine, aching from the long journey on the road and his touch 
was wonderful to her.

“Then don’t, my darling,” she whispered softly. “Then don’t stop touching me at all!”

She moved her head forward and pressed her soft, full lips to his. They both shook 
uncontrollably, the warm, liquid fire beginning to build in their loins. She groaned quietly as 
she felt his hand pressing against her back, drawing her closer to him. She snuggled against 
his chest and moved her mouth back and forth over his in growing excitement and need.

She ran her darling, pink tongue back and forth against his clenched teeth. She could tell 
he had doubts about this and she wanted to get rid of them quickly. After all she had been 
through, she did not want to let this warm, wonderful chance for good, pleasant loving 
escape.

“Don’t fight me, darling, don’t fight me,” she pleaded, running her fingers through his hair.
“I need you now, I need you to take all the hurt away from me! Please help me, Gerry, please!”

Willingly he parted his teeth, allowing the luscious girl to slither her arrow of desire 
between them. Hungrily she rolled and slashed her dart around his, stabbing wildly, seeking to
entwine the soft spear with his rough, hungry prong.

He groaned softly as he felt her fingers clutching him tightly around the arm and he 
mashed his mouth against hers, greedily, kissing her long and deep. Their twin tools of 
happiness curled and lashed at each other with increasing passion and she pressed her young,
soft body hard against his as they continued their deep, lusting kiss.

He slipped his hand down over her soft, spongy rump and dragged his fingers over the 
pair of warm tight ski pants she was wearing. They were stretched tight against her darling 
round bottom and he could feel her pliant, rounded cheeks quivering expectantly under his 
seeking touch. She sighed in pleasure as she felt him cup his hand beneath her precious half 
moons, squeezing and kneading her flesh greedily.

She squirmed and pressed her belly against his groin and felt his cock begin to grow hard 
under his trousers. She thrilled to the pleasing sensation of the strong, young manhood 
getting bigger and bigger as she moved back and forth, rubbing her darling belly up and 
down against the stiffening prong.

“You feel so nice, Gerry,” she gasped, her breath coming hard now as her wanting took 
control of her mind and body. “You feel so strong and good! Oh, Gerry, Gerry, I need you 
badly! I need you very badly!”

He groaned with an aching desire and slipped his other hand between their bodies. His 
fingers groped gently for her small, perfect breasts and she shook violently as she felt them 
closing around one tiny boob. She mashed her chest against his seeking hand, loving the 
warm, delicious tingle that ran through her loins as he gripped and squeezed the spongy 
globe.

His other hand was slithering over her bottom, down between her trembling thighs and 
she gasped with delight as she felt his strong, tender fingers dancing over her aching, hot 
cunt mound. He rubbed the palm of his hand back and forth across the luscious hillock, 
feeling the hot, steaming greed that rose from her loins, even through the thickness of her 
clothes.

“Oh, yes, Gerry, yes, yes,” she moaned, mashing her mouth against his, fluttering her lips 
over his quivering petals as she felt him gripping and squeezing her pussy hungrily. “That’s so 
good, Gerry! Yes, yes, that’s nice! That’s it, that’s it!”

She bucked her pussy hard against his hand and shivered uncontrollably under the 
working fingers. A quiet groan escaped her lips and the aching, heady passion was boiling in 
her hot, young cunt as he continued to pleasure her.

His other hand was fumbling with the buttons to her blouse. He tried to keep control of 
himself as he hurriedly pulled the restraining pearls loose. He sighed deeply as the final button
was freed and he spread the folds of her blouse apart, his eyes locked on the rise and fall of 
her sweet, tiny buds, jiggling so enticingly with her labored breathing.

He traced a lazy circle around the tops of her bra with his finger and she giggled happily 
and rocked from side to side as she felt him pressing down on the tiny mounds. He lifted her 
from the bed and quickly pulled the blouse down her arms. She smiled up at him tenderly as 
she felt him reaching beneath her back and closing his eager fingers around the hooks to her 
bra.

“Take it off me, Gerry,” she moaned quietly. “I want to feel your hands on my boobs! I want
you to play with them, now!”

Eagerly he unsnapped the bra and pulled it from her willing young body. The sweet, 
precious globes trembled with excitement as he stared down at them. “They’re beautiful,” he 
moaned loudly, almost unable to speak so strong was his desire and need. “Just God damn 
beautiful!”

She groaned in pleasure as she felt his fingers curl around one pliant mound, squeezing it 
tightly in his grasp, the pert, aching nipple digging into the palm of his hands, growing firm 
and erect as he rolled his flesh over hers.

He took the darling pebble between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it tenderly. He 
was nothing like Luther or Rollie and for the first time she felt a passion that she was not 
ashamed of and she almost felt like crying it was so good and clean to her.

His free hand was, riding back over her quivering round bottom, playing with the zipper to
the slacks, tugging it up and down, each time he neared the point of freeing her tight slacks, 
making her shake with wanting and greedy anticipation.

“Take them off me, Gerry,” she gasped, her voice tight with lust. “Take the damn things off 
me now!”

Quaking violently, as if her very words sent uncontrollable spasms of desire through him, 
he ran the zipper down for the last time and felt the delightful fifteen-year-old pulling the 
warm, tight slacks over her moist, trembling thighs and then she lifted up her legs, drawing 
her knees to her belly and pulled them the rest of the way off of her.

Her luscious, creamy flesh was warm to his touch as his fingers rode over the backs of her 
well-turned thighs. She moaned in delight as he gripped and squeezed her delicious limbs 
and slithered his fingers back up over her darling ass. Gently he slipped his hand inside of her 
panties and she shook with desire as she felt his eager, strong digits caressing her twin half 
moons of love.

“Ohhh, God, God, that’s it,” she groaned, bucking her pert, precious bottom against the 
flat of his hand. “That’s what I need, Gerry! Oh, touch me, play with me, now!”

Hungrily he massaged the soft, spongy cheeks of her lovely behind. The pliant mounds 
quivered delightfully under his kneading hands and she moaned as she felt the edge of his 
hand sliding up and down between her buttocks, roaming back and forth along her damp, 
dark anal dot. The soft, taut entrance to her moist canal was throbbing almost painfully and 
she gasped as she felt his fingers plying the darling dot.

His other hand was massaging her breasts wildly now, rolling her darling nipples between 
his fingers, squeezing and caressing her soft, warm flesh hungrily. His aching, seeking mouth 
was riding over her creamy, moist neck, licking and kissing as he went along and she groaned 
in anticipation as he neared her quivering boobs.

She slithered her own dainty hands between his legs and dragged the tips of her fingers 
across the hard, throbbing mound in front of his pants. He shivered violently as she caressed 
the thick bulge, pinching the fat mound between her fingers, pulling on it gently as she 
stroked it back and forth.

“Oh, Jessie, Jessie,” he groaned, thrashing under her confident, urgent caress. “I can’t stand
it, it’s so good! Ahhh, you’re making me feel incredible! Incredible!”

She laughed softly, happy to make him feel this way. She danced her fingers over the 
length of his rod and found his belt and zipper. As his mouth roamed over the tops of her 
breasts, she kissed his ear and ran her tongue around the rim of his lobe, her own seeking 
digits quickly unbuckling the belt and running the zipper all the way down.

He gasped loudly as he felt her hungry fingers slither into his pants and curl around his 
aching cock. Gently she withdrew the thick, long shaft from his pants and stared at it sweetly. 
“How nice it looks,” she said sweetly, holding it in one hand and stroking it gently with the 
other. “It looks so strong and hard! I love the way it feels in my hand, warm and ready for me!”

“Jesus, Jessie,” he moaned, never having felt this good before. “Jesus, you are driving me 
crazy! Crazy, crazy, crazy!”

She laughed softly, knowing that was just what she wanted to do. She curled her fingers 
around the head of his prick and scraped the tip of his engorged head with her thumbnail. He 
almost leaped from the bed the sensation was so strong and he groaned wildly as he felt her 
begin to pump her darling fingers up and down the length of his thick, throbbing shaft, 
gripping and squeezing the cock tightly in her small fist as she went along.

Urgently he slithered his fingers over her darling behind and pressed the two of them 
against the damp warmth of her swollen cunt lips. The back of his hand was forcing her 
panties down and she hurriedly reached down with her free hand and pushed them over her 
thighs. He took hold of the sheer, silky nylon underwear and drew them the rest of the way 
along her well-turned legs, tossing them to the floor after they slid over her sweet, precious 
pink toes.

She sighed in pleasure as he rolled her over on her back and spread her legs apart. His 
eager fingers caressed her quivering, warm thighs and his thumb slithered up and down over 
her trembling pussy lips, growing wet with the creamy, hot pussy fluid that was pouring from 
her darling cave.

Tenderly he rolled his digits up over her moist cunt mound. The almost hairless hillock was 
throbbing wildly as he searched and found her tiny clit. He pressed down on the sweet nub 
and the darling pink pebble grew taut under his pressure. He took the luscious button 
between his fingers and pinched it gently, making her sob with pleasure as he caressed it.

The lower part of her body was quaking violently now as he continued to massage her clit 
while sliding his other fingers over and across her hot, fluttering pussy lips. The eager folds of 
flesh parted willingly and in moments one of his stiff, hard finger-spears had disappeared 
between her legs and was probing the entrance to her damp, moist canal.

She groaned in desire and wanting and thrust her hot, steaming cunt against his seeking 
hand. She shivered wildly and threw her legs even wider apart, yearning.

“Put it in me, Gerry, put it in me,” she gasped, locking her arms around his neck, forcing his
mouth to her awaiting breasts. “Put your fingers in me, please!”

He chuckled pleasantly and rolled the invading finger around and around along her hot, 
narrow tunnel. Slowly he buried the hard prong deep in her eager womb and he felt the 
strength of her darling cunt muscles as they flexed around his finger, holding it tightly inside 
of her.

She began to pump her dainty hand up and down on his prick, digging her fingernails 
hard into his fevered, hot flesh, squeezing and tugging on his balls with her other hand. She 
rolled his nuts over her knuckles and squeezed them lovingly in her grip until he was almost 
beside himself with pleasure and the aching, steaming passion that was tearing at his loins.

His mouth surrounded the base of one of her precious, tiny nipples and he slid his lips 
back and forth over the sweet button. She shivered with the twin sensations of his driving 
finger assaulting her womb and his full, rough lips kissing and sucking on her tit. He pulled 
the tiny pebble between his teeth and lathered it hungrily with his tongue. She cried out in 
delight and crushed her body tightly against his, thrilling to the intense fire that he was 
creating in her loins.

“Ohhh, I need you, Gerry, I need you,” she groaned, her lovely hand pounding hard, up 
and down on his swollen cock. “I need all of you, all of you!”

He gasped with the power of her desire as she continued to pleasure his prick and his 
mouth rode quickly over her darling, flat stomach, his tongue slithering around the rim of her 
darling navel, stabbing at the cute pit, teasingly. She shook with pleasure as she felt his lips 
traveling over her soft belly, kissing and licking greedily as he neared her quaking mound.

More and more the fires were raging in her loins and she was gasping for breath now, an 
intense and almost unbearable lust overwhelming her, more powerful and lovely than 
anything else she had ever felt in her life.

She sighed in delight as she felt his mouth slither past her pussy mound and travel lovingly
over her trembling, warm thighs. He kissed and sucked on her damp flesh, nipping at it with 
his tongue, slithering the wicked spear across her wet, hot pussy lips.

The fluttering petals yearned for his kiss and she thrust her cunt at his mouth, moaning in 
greed and frustration as he gently rode his lips over her own and licked them teasingly with 
his rough tongue. She gasped in delight and wanting as he lathered the surface of her pussy, 
stabbing playfully at her tiny, erect clit.

Her hand curled around his head and forced his mouth down on her pussy. She moaned 
loudly as she felt the stab of pleasure race through her loins as he locked his teeth around her
aching clit and began to slash at the sweet nub with his greedy arrow of passion.

“Ohhh, God, eat me, Gerry, eat me,” she groaned, rocking from side to side under his 
hungry attack. “Ahhh, it’s so nice! It feels so good when you do that! It feels sooo gooood!”

Greedily he slithered his tongue down to her quaking petals of joy and licked the darling 
folds of flesh eagerly. He drank the thick, creamy juice of her love and swallowed it happily. 
She gasped and rocked her hips back and forth under his eating mouth, aching to have him 
drive the long, pleasing tongue deep inside of her. She shivered violently as she felt his hands 
spreading her lips apart. Suddenly he slid his tongue beyond her yearning entrance and her 
hot, aching pit almost exploded with delight as she felt the slithering spear driving into her.

He twisted and turned the eager dart around and around inside of her luscious pit, tasting 
the delicious wine of her passion as it flowed into his hungry mouth. He clamped his teeth 
down hard on her pussy petals and sucked on them greedily. The darling little fifteen-year-old
could hardly breathe she was so excited and the fiery desires she was experiencing threatened
to drive her insane with passion.

She squirmed and slithered her body around until she was lying along side his thighs. She 
stared at the blood-filled prick she held in her hand and snapped at the thick head of his prick
with her pink, pointed tongue. He cried out in delight as she twirled the precious arrow 
around the rim of his cock, nibbling with her even, white teeth at his hot, burning flesh.

He bucked and thrashed beneath her attack and groaned wildly, driving his tongue deeper
into her taut, hot womb, lathering and kissing her inner walls with an increasing frenzy. Slowly 
she worked her way to the root of his massive, hard shaft. She loved the taste of his damp, 
throbbing groin and her tiny, seeking tongue traced a loving path over the tight, thick sack 
that contained his balls.

She nibbled hungrily on his hot, quaking flesh and opened her mouth wide. Gently she 
sucked his hard bag between her full, luscious lips and locked her teeth around his fevered 
flesh. He sighed and shook with pleasure as she flicked her tongue against his nuts, tossing 
them back and forth in her mouth, sucking on his bag eagerly, lathering the entire area of his 
tortured container.

“Ohhh, Jesus, Jesus, Jessie, suck them,” he cried, his voice tight with emotion and need. 
“Suck my balls, baby! Suck them hard!”

She giggled softly and sent a warm current of air across his throbbing flesh. He shivered in
delight and pressed his groin against her eager mouth. She chewed tenderly on his skin and 
slashed at his balls with her tongue until he felt the taut, swollen sack would burst from the 
pleasure he was receiving.

He bucked back and forth and held her darling ass tightly in his hands. He drove his 
tongue in and out of her pussy forcefully and sucked hard on her dripping cunt. Her steaming 
pussy was throbbing with the wild joy of his hungry eating and pumping tongue and she 
groaned with pleasure as the stinging darts of delight raced through her aching loins.

She brought her mouth back up along the length of his throbbing shaft. She could feel the
steaming blood racing through him and his powerful manhood quivered enticingly in her grip.
It thrilled her to feel the mighty passion that was tearing through him and she wanted nothing
more than to hear him scream with pleasure even louder than he already was.

Slowly she made an oval with her precious lips and surrounded the head of his thick cock 
with the darling petals. He sighed almost in pain as he felt her slither the swollen tip of his rod
between her teeth. She locked them down on his tortured flesh and lathered the fat helmet 
with her tiny spear of pleasure. He bucked violently, driving a bit more of his rod into her 
mouth.

She relaxed her eager throat muscles and held on to his balls with one hand while she 
guided his stiff cock into her mouth with the other. Gently she sucked more and more of his 
fevered spear into her darling, moist tunnel. Her silken throat opened to accept his invading 
prong and she gulped hungrily, pulling his meat into her velvet chamber until she was sucking
on the root of his shaft and the long, fat cock was buried in her warm, quivering throat.

He cried out in aching pleasure and mashed his mouth against her pussy, sucking and 
eating wildly. He felt a burning fire licking at his loins and he knew that it was only a matter of 
time before the most powerful and beautiful orgasm he ever had would erupt in his tortured 
balls.

Slowly the wonderful teenager began to slither his hard prick from her inner recesses. She 
sucked on the withdrawing shaft, licking with her tongue and scraping his fevered flesh with 
her strong teeth. He gasped and groaned his pleasure as she reached the tip of his cock and 
slashed at it once more with her moist arrow. She waited a moment then drove the thick meat
back into her throat, locking her muscles around it and sucking hard on the plunging pole.

“Oh, Christ, oh, my God,” he cried, almost screaming in pleasure as his prick buried itself in
her tight, narrow chamber. “Ahhh, suck my prick, hard, Jessie! Suck hard, you darling girl, suck 
it hard!”

Urgently she began to pump his cock in and out of her sweet mouth. She bore down on 
the throbbing manhood, thrilling to its hungry, quaking power, licking and slamming it in and 
out of her oral cavity with wild abandon, loving the way she was driving him mad with cum 
lust.

Urgently they attacked each other’s loins. He slammed his tongue in and out of her pussy 
violently, sucking her flowing cunt juice into his mouth and tickling every inch of her boiling 
inner chambers with his pounding dart.

She rode her lovely lips up and down over his throbbing shaft, digging her precious teeth 
into his flesh, greedily, sucking and licking that pounding shaft with a driving fury and desire.

She knew that they were both drawing nearer and nearer to their orgasm and she wanted 
to feel the wonderful, raging fury of his cock in her cunt. She sucked hard on his plunging 
shaft and rocked back and forth under his frenzied eating, unable to tell him of her desire, so 
powerful with the passions that she was feeling.

Suddenly he drew his mouth from her cunt and rolled over on his back, his fingers 
clutching at her little hips. “I want to cum inside of you, now, Jessie,” he moaned, his voice a 
tight whisper, almost unable to speak. “I want my prick in your warm cunt right now! Oh, God, 
Jessie, give me your pussy, now!”

Eagerly she scrambled over on top of him. She spread her knees over his thighs and took 
hold of his throbbing member with her dainty hands. Slowly she guided the quivering, hot 
spear toward her darling pit. He gasped and sighed in delight as she forced the tip of his 
aching shaft beyond her fluttering pussy lips. The greedy petals locked tightly around his 
invading prong and then suddenly she pushed herself down and drove the thick, long rod up 
into her loving cave.

They both moaned loudly in pleasure as he slithered deep into her womb. He could feel 
her strong, young cunt muscles locking tightly around his driving shaft and she twisted and 
turned until he was buried to the hilt in her steaming cave and her darling ass was resting on 
his trembling thighs.

“Ohh, I need to fuck you,” she moaned, rocking slowly back and forth, scraping his hard, 
hot prick against her inner walls. “I need to fuck you hard, Gerry, hard, hard, hard!”

He clasped his hands around her hips and held her steady in his grasp. Her lovely, pert 
breasts were jiggling pleasingly as she began to ride his aching meat. She arched her back and
sighed aloud as they both began to pump back and forth, sliding his massive cock in and out 
of her tight, hot cave.

Harder and harder she rode his plunging shaft. Her spongy, precious buttocks bounced 
lovingly on his thighs and she squirmed and twisted her bottom over his flesh, driving the 
thundering prick in and out of her with increasing fury and growing frenzy. She could see 
nothing but a blinding, white light in front of her eyes now and she fell forward, lying across 
his chest, crushing her tiny, perfect tits against him, bucking her pussy back and forth over his 
pounding cock.

“It’s so good, so fucking good,” she moaned, slamming her tight, hot pussy down hard on 
the huge spear. “I love it! I love it! I love it!”

“Ahhh, I love fucking you, baby,” he moaned, sinking his teeth into her elegant neck, 
lathering her warm flesh with his hungry tongue. “I love fucking you, love fucking you hard!”

He drove his hips against her riding body and twisted his prick around inside of her 
viciously. They began to slam their bodies into each other almost painfully and their loins were
aching for release as the boiling blood and steaming cum came nearer and nearer to their 
exquisite agony.

Jessie could feel her pussy swell almost to bursting and her loins drawing as tight as a 
spring. “I’m going to cum any time now, darling,” she moaned, unable to do anything but 
gasp. “I’m going to cum, Gerry! Ohhh, God, am I ever going to cum so good!”

He slammed into her hard and heard her scream with luscious pain and pleasure. A fiery 
sea of cum burst from her loins and flooded her womb as she shook violently on top of him, 
grinding her pussy down hard on his plunging prick. The steaming, sticky fluid spilled from 
her cunt and soaked his thighs as she bounced her perfect buttocks up and down across 
them, quivering and shaking uncontrollably with the delicious spasms that were tearing 
through her.

The aching release was almost too much for her to bear and she had to concentrate hard 
on his own desires now that she was exploding with such delicious agony.

He bucked and moaned wildly as she bore down with her steaming, driving pussy, urging 
him on with her gripping cunt muscles, twisting and turning her cunt around his throbbing, 
aching meat until a fiery lust had consumed him and he could feel nothing but the intense 
pleasure of her riding womb.

Suddenly an aching, tearing mixture of pain and pleasure exploded in his loins and a thick,
fiery stream of hot cum shot from his prick and soaked her inner walls. The burning fluid 
searing her tortured cave and mixed with her own spilling juice of love as he screamed in 
pleasure.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, Jessie,” he cried, slamming his cock deep into her willing 
cave. “I’m cumming in you so good, so fucking good!”

She ground her delicious ass down hard on his bucking and thrashing thighs and they 
rocked and swayed violently, the endless spasms of lust tearing through them until the last 
traces of their desires were spent and she fell along side of him. He took her in his arms and 
kissed her lovingly, embracing her with the sweet passion and love that lingered in his aching 
loins.

She sighed contentedly. This seemed to be to good to be true, Lying here so safe and 
secure in Gerry’s arms, she felt it just couldn’t last. She didn’t know how right she was!


CHAPTER SIX

Luther Innes was awakened that morning with a screaming, wild attack on him by Marta 
Cole. She was pounding his head and chest and he had to roll away from her and get his 
bearings for a moment before he could understand what the hell was going on.

He rolled off the bed and she came around the other side after him, flailing away at him 
violently, her eyes bright with anger, her breath coming in excited, labored bursts. She was 
screaming at him hysterically, charging into him like a mad bull or something. He grabbed 
hold of her wrists and held them tightly. He shook her violently a couple of times, shouting 
over her screams of rage. “What the fuck is wrong with you, woman,” he roared. “Calm your 
white ass down, now! I said calm your fucking white ass down!”

He slapped her twice, so hard that she fell on to the bed where he pinned her down and 
stared into her tear-filled eyes. She was sobbing wildly and moaning over and over.

“You did it to her, you did it to her,” she groaned. “My little girl’s gone! She’s gone and it’s 
your fault, you black bastard!”

“What do you mean she’s gone,” he asked, harshly. He shook her again. “Talk now, woman!
Tell me what you’re saying!”

“God damn it, I told you! Jessie’s gone! She’s run away and it’s your fault, it’s your fault! 
Read the letter, you black son of a bitch! Go ahead, read it!”

Making sure she was calmed down enough, he carefully released her. Marta rolled over on
to her side and cried into the blankets as he stooped over and picked up the crumpled piece 
of paper lying on the floor. He read the note quickly, his lips forming into a sour, grim smile. 
Why that little white bitch, he thought. She was trying to ruin everything! He didn’t think she’d
have the nerve for something like this. He walked over to the open window and looked 
outside, finding the van gone. He shook his head, knowing that it was Gerry that helped her 
get away. He would have to work fast if he didn’t want everything he had carefully built up, his
little white harem and the white female drawing card to his musical act to crumble in his face.

He walked back over to the bed and took the grieving woman in his arms. He cradled her 
against his massive black chest, brushing her red hair and cooing tenderly in her ear.

“Aw, now, baby, don’t worry, I’ll get her back,” he assured, her. “There ain’t nothing to that 
note, honey, I promise you! She just a jealous little girl, that’s all! You’ll see, she’s just trying to 
get attention. We’ll get her right back, we’ll go right now!”

“Oh, please, please help me find her, Luther,” pleaded the woman, sobbing in his embrace.
“I know it isn’t true, what she wrote, I know it! But we have to find her, we have to!”

He nodded, hugging her tightly, relieved that her intense desire for affection overcame 
any doubts she might have about him. All he had to do was get the little bitch back and beat 
her little white ass so she never tried anything like that again, and everything would be fine.

Quickly he woke his two children and ordered them to pack right away. He took a fast 
shower and checked the two cars and then they set off. Luther did not really have any idea 
where the two fools might head, but he had a hunch. He’d always heard the stupid kid talking 
about a friend’s place in the country out in the mid-west and there was a good chance they 
might be there.

He aimed the car in that direction, hoping that he was right. He was tumbling ideas 
around in his mind, trying desperately to find the key to the problem. Of all the things he had 
to do, he had to shut that little teen bitch up once he got to her. He had to have a key, a lever 
to force her to his will and as he drove along, racing toward his destination, he thought and 
thought about it, trying to figure out the solution to the problem.

*

When Gerry and Jessie awoke late that evening, they snuggled tightly together in the bed, 
drawing the blanket tightly around them to ward off the chill of the night air. She nestled her 
head in his shoulder and kissed his warm flesh tenderly.

“I feel so wonderful,” she whispered softly. “Just as if I were some kind of princess! Oh, 
Gerry, Gerry, I promise you I’ll be good for you, honest I will!”

He laughed and hugged her tightly to him. “I know it honey,” he told her warmly. “And I 
promise to take care of you. What do we need those other creeps for, anyway? Jeff and I have 
always wanted to form a group, now we can! Don’t worry, honey, in a little while we’re going 
to be making it big, you have my word on that!”

She kissed him tenderly on the mouth and were locked in a loving embrace when Jeff Case
walked into the room. He laughed softly and shook his head as he observed the precious 
couple.

“Can’t keep that up all day,” he joked. “Not without a little food to keep you going! Come 
on out, I have supper on the table.”

Reluctantly they left the bed and dressed in their clothes. In a few moments they were 
sitting at a large table with Jeff and his wife, eating a delicious meal of roast chicken with all 
the trimmings.

The food and the company was wonderful and Jessie had never felt so warm and 
contented in her life. It actually felt as if she had a family again. She glanced around the table, 
drinking in the joy that all the people there seemed to be feeling and she just knew that she 
would never again feel afraid and alone. She felt like the luckiest girl on the earth and nobody 
could hurt her now.

She took another bite of her food and squeezed Gerry’s thigh lovingly under the table. He 
grinned at her and they both could feel their passion rising again. Everyone was in such a 
good mood and enjoying the cozy atmosphere of the evening meal that they hardly noticed 
where the cars began to pull up outside.

Gerry and Jessie were smiling warmly at each other, not knowing that Luther Innes was 
practically standing at their door.


CHAPTER SEVEN

Luther watched in smug silence as the police quietly surrounded the building. Marta had 
been uneasy about the idea, she hated getting her daughter involved with the cops. Years of 
being on the road with Jack Cole had made her wary of them, but Luther had convinced her.

“We don’t know what kind of trouble that little bastard, Gerry McCarthy could be getting 
her into,” he had explained as they had found the spot and left to inform the cops. “This is the 
best way, believe me. I know some of these boys around here. They ain’t gonna hold her. They
will just hand her over to us and lock the rest of those punks up. Now what if they got dope 
and all that stuff, we don’t tell the cops, we’d be in trouble, too!”

He had sat her down on a bed in a motel room after calling the police and agreeing to 
meet them at the house. “You just stay here and I’ll be back with her in a little while, I promise 
you, baby! You just leave everything to me!”

She had trusted him completely, of course and now as he waited for the cops to bust in on
the kids, he could smile widely as his plan was about to go into full effect. He had all he 
needed to put a stop to the girl’s accusing him of rape and assault. By the time he got her 
back to the motel, her tone would change a complete one hundred arid eighty degrees.

The chief of police nodded to him and then gave his signal to his men. They burst into the 
house immediately and before the stunned young people knew what was happening, they 
were being forced to leave the house and stand up against the wall to be frisked.

Jessie was sobbing quietly with fear, her eyes darting back and forth between Gerry and 
the lights of the police cars shining on them. Her mind was racing and she reached out to 
touch him. A young cop grabbed her arms and began to drag her away from the building.

She cried out for Gerry and the young man turned to help her but was quickly knocked to 
the ground by two big cops, struck again and again with their billy clubs until he lay still.

The chief handed her over to Luther and he yanked her toward the car. “I’ll send my son 
out for the van,” he told the chief over his shoulder. “And as soon as I get her back to her 
mother, I’ll be down to the station to prefer charges.”

The cop nodded and thanked him and then returned to his task while Luther continued to 
drag the screaming, kicking girl toward his car. He opened the passenger door and threw her 
onto the seat, then quickly made his way around the other side and got in next to her. She 
tried for the door but he held her wrist tightly and took off, speeding down the road.

“You just keep still, you little white bitch,” he warned her. “I got a few things to say to you 
and you damn well better listen!”

“I’ll kill you, you, you fucking black bastard,” she hissed at him. She spat in his face and 
glared at him with hate in her eyes. “If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll kill you, I swear it!”

He reached across the car and slapped her viciously across the face several times. She was 
slammed into the door from the force of his last blow and huddled there, holding her stinging
cheeks, trembling in fear and loathing.

“Now you listen to me, little white bitch, you’ve caused me enough trouble, you hear,” he 
hissed. “Now we going back to your momma and you gonna tell her exactly what I say for you
to tell her, or that punk McCarthy gonna rot in that jail, see?”

“He didn’t do anything,” she cried, sobbing breathlessly. “He didn’t do anything! All he did 
was try and help me!”

“He stole my van, for starters,” Luther warned her. “Then he took an underage girl across 
state lines, screwed her, then there is probably a shit-load of dope on him. If I want to, I can 
send him up for years, understand? Now you just make up your mind real fast, honey. Either 
you do exactly what I say, or bye-bye boyfriend for ever!”

She rode along, silent now, listening to his instructions, realizing that what he had said was
true. There was no other way to handle this, she was trapped now more than ever. Poor, poor, 
Gerry, she thought. He was lost without her, she knew. She had no options left, their was no 
other decision to make.

“All right,” she said softly, finally nodding in agreement. “I’ll do what you say, just don’t 
hurt Gerry. Let him go and I’ll do what you say!”

*

When Jessie finally walked into the motel room, Marta gasped with delight and ran to 
embrace her child. She sobbed happily and pulled her tightly to her. “Oh, darling, darling,” she
moaned. “You had me so worried, so scared!”

“I’m sorry, momma,” Jessie said, whispering softly to keep the tears and anguish out of her
voice. “I was just being bitchy, that’s all. Nothing happened at all between daddy Luther and 
me, nothing, honestly!”

Her mother kissed and caressed her child and Luther left them alone, remaining out in the 
hall, listening, waiting for them to finish their reunion. After awhile Jessie came out of the 
room and he grabbed her wrist, looking glaringly into her big blue eyes. “Smart girl,” he 
nodded, “from now on, you tell her only sweet things, and keep your conversations with her 
to little nothings. She don’t need to hear any problems. Glad you remembered to call me 
daddy, like I told you. From now on, can the Luther part, its daddy. As far as she is concerned, 
you look at me as nothing more as your new adopted daddy! And don’t ever forget that! He 
smacked her bottom a half dozen times to reinforce his statement and ordered her down the 
hall to her own place.

“I’ll be down to talk to you in a moment,” he said, gruffly. “You just wait for me in there, I 
have to see your mother for a second.”

He watched her go, rubbing her bottom, the back of her mini skirt hiked up to reveal her 
skimpy panty covered rear, then went into his and Marta’s room.

Marta threw her arms around him and thanked him, kissing him over and over for 
returning her child. She was feeling so good and warm that she soon began to paw at his 
trousers, trying to get him to undress.

He shook his head and took her hands away abruptly, leading her over to the bed. “I think 
we’d better get married tomorrow,” he said. “This whole thing has shown that she’s gone a 
little wild, teenagers can be willful and a real problem, if you don’t keep em’ in line. She was 
shacked up with that boy and some other hippies. There were drugs and everything! We can’t 
have that any longer, woman! I intend to see she has the proper discipline from now on. We 
talked about this before. She isn’t too old to be spanked, and from now on, I intend to tan her
little ass for her any time she steps out of line. I’ll bring her under control like I would do my 
own kid. I’ll see to it she learns obedience! Best that she come completely under my control as
soon as possible. Now I want you to take this sleeping pill and get some rest. I have to go 
down to the station to wrap this thing up. When I come back, I’ll have a little session with Miss
High And Mighty.”

She didn’t want to, but she nodded and told him she knew that he was right, so Marta 
quickly swallowed the sleeping pills Luther had begun giving her at night to help her sleep 
and calm her anxiety and she undressed, climbing into bed. Luther watched her, the sight of 
her beautiful white body turning him on quite a little. He had the urge to give her a little 
tumble on her hands and knees, but decided against it. He wanted to conserve his energy 
tonight for other things. After a moment he heard her breathing easily in sleep and he left the 
room, going to Jessie’s.


EPILOGUE

She was sitting on her bed, hands twisted in her lap when he came in. He looked around 
and nodded. “Get up,” he told her. “You owe me for this, white bitch and you’re really gonna 
pay!”

“I’ll keep my end of the deal, you keep yours,” she said, her voice flat and cold. “Just make 
sure that Gerry gets sent back east, that’s all!”

He chuckled wickedly and nodded. “You think you’re a tough little bitch, don’t you,” he 
laughed. “Well, we’ll see about that. I think I can show you which one of us is the tougher one 
here. As for your little white boy, he’ll go, don’t worry. But if you step out of line just once, I’ll 
prefer charges, and there is a seven year Statute of Limitation on Statutory Rape! You’ve 
already told your momma that nothing happened between us, so I don’t think it would be 
wise to go changing your story there again. Once you showed yourself to be a liar about rape,
people tend not to believe you. But you got pretty much caught in the act with that Gerry 
peckerhead, and the cops were plenty convinced he was screwing you. So from now on, your 
going to be an obedient little white bitch, and do everything daddy tells you to do! 
Understand me bitch?

She nodded, her blonde head lowered in misery. Already, the weight of her situation was 
sinking into her mind. There was no escaping Luther now. She lost her bravado as quickly as it 
had come, all her bluff had come to nothing. She could only hope that Luther would keep his 
end of the bargain.

“Now, you’ve got a lot to make up to me for slut! I intend to take my belt to that proud 
white ass later, but lucky for you, I got other things on my mind at the moment! What I want 
from you first is a nice, long strip! Get moving, white bitch!”

Glaring at him, but without much power behind it, her fear of him outweighing her hatred,
she turned on the radio on the dresser to a slow, blues channel and stood up before him 
self-consciously. Starting to sway her small, shapely white body, she began to move, her short 
mini skirt swirling around her full white thighs, she ran her hands slowly down, the front of her
sweater. It was a thin, soft, fuzzy garment that somehow hugged her young, small breasts with
an enticing swell. She curled her fingers underneath the precious mounds and squeezed them 
gently in her tiny fists. She heard him sigh in delight as she played with her luscious round 
globes and even from across the room she could see his huge, massive black cock growing 
bigger and bigger in his pants.

She ran her dainty palms down along her stomach and spread her fingers wide across her 
trim belly. She spread her shapely white legs apart in a sexy stance and danced her fingers 
between her fleshy white thighs, gripping her smooth inner thighs in her slender grasp. Luther
was grinning obscenely and nodding his satisfaction as she ran her moist, pink tongue over 
her pink lips and moved her mouth erotically, making them glisten in the golden glow of the 
small hotel room.

“Keep it up, white bitch, keep it up,” he sighed, urging her own. “You getting me turned 
on, now, real turned on! And that’s something you want to do from now on! Every time you 
got me turned on, is a time I won’t be taking you over my knee or taking a belt to your white 
ass, so keep turning daddy on!”

Slowly she ran her palms back and forth across her shapely thighs, and as she did, a slow 
feeling of prickly warmth began inexplicably spreading through her hot loins as the angry fires
began to build inside of her. There was no denying that she was becoming excited, too, with 
all this caressing of her body she was doing and she knew now the shame of her own greedy 
sex passion.

She drew her hands back upward and slowly unbuttoned the big buttons that held her 
sweater together. Luther gasped as the first glimpse of her creamy, white flesh was revealed to
his hungry eyes. He sighed happily as her fingers continued on and in moments the folds of 
the sweater swung free and her darling, full rounded tits were jiggling enticingly up and down 
in the grasp of her small, tight lacy bra.

She shrugged her shoulders and allowed the sweater to slither down over her round white
arms to the floor below. She sighed in pleasure as she rode her hands down over her back 
and felt her spine tingling with anticipation. Slowly she slid the zipper to her mini skirt down 
over her trembling, soft bottom. She felt the skimpy skirt sliding down over her thighs and 
then it was caressing her trim ankles and falling in a puddle around her feet.

She stepped out of it and turned slowly around and around in front of the greedy, black 
man’s eyes. He was breathing heavily and she could see his big prick pounding in his trousers 
as she danced her fingertips over her damp, panty-covered pussy mound and slithered her 
hands back around to the hooks of her bra.

“That’s it, white baby, that’s just right,” Luther said, laughing in a husky voice. “Now you 
got the idea! Dance for your black daddy! Take them off, take all of it off!”

Sobbing softly with a mixture of pleasure and the purest of shame, Jessie fumbled with the
clasps to her bra. The tiny hooks came open and her proud white tits burst free, the 
restraining halter slithering over her arms to the floor below. Her lovely, perfect boobs were 
covered in a glistening sheen of sweat, rising and falling with her labored breathing and her 
pink, pointed nipples were growing firm with the excitement that was racing through her 
dewy young loins. She could not deny that she loved a great part of this degrading treatment,
and it agonized her to realize it.

This was more arousing to her even than the satisfying sex she had, had with Gerry. She 
reached up and cupped the twin milky-white spheres of beauty in her darling palms. She 
squeezed them tenderly in her grasp and ran her thumbs back and forth over her tiny 
coral-pink pebbles, making them tingle with delight and grow as firm as two small stones.

She was swaying back and forth, moaning and sighing, her voice deep and strained now. 
She kneaded and caressed her aching white tits, tugging at them greedily as if they belonged 
to someone else and not her.

Luther’s own body was shivering with anticipation and his black cock was throbbing 
painfully as he watched the sweet, lovely white fifteen-year-old white girl attend to herself. He 
reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling the huge, dark black meat from inside, letting 
her see it, letting her see its size and how it quaked furiously in his lap for her hot white body.

“The panties, bitch, take them pink panties off,” he ordered, gruffly. “I want to see all of 
you, white whore, all of you right now!”

She stared at the hard, black cock that quivered in his lap, huge and engorged with 
pounding blood and she moaned softly as she dropped her hands to her sheer pink nylon 
panties, the plump mound of her damp cunt pressing tightly against them. She hooked her 
thumbs in the waistband, and slowly slithered them down over her creamy, sweat-moist 
thighs, bending her knees, allowing the flimsy little bit of underwear to ride lovingly over the 
rest of her smooth white legs to the floor below.

She raised back up and stood in front of him, bared completely to his greedy black eyes 
now. Her blonde-tufted pussy was damp with the excited cunt-juice that was pouring from 
her womb and it shimmered deliciously on her glistening pink pussy-lips in the glow of the 
room.

“Come over here, little slut,” he ordered, his voice a wicked, harsh bark. “Get your sweet, 
white ass over to me, now!”

She walked timidly over to where he sat and shivered in anticipation. He reached up and 
ran a single ebony finger from the tip of her freckled little nose, down along the darling cleft 
between her upturned milk-white breasts. He twirled the seeking black digit into her dainty 
navel, teasing her sensitive little navel cup. He flattened his big black hand over her hard, 
rounded white tummy, rubbing her belly softly, and then continuing on downward over her 
hairless lower belly and almost hairless blonde-tufted crotch.

She groaned as she felt him teasing her moist, trembling pussy mound, rolling the 
offending black finger-prong over her quaking, rubbery pink clit, pressing down hard on the 
sweet moist love-button making it grow erect with desire and need.

“Like that, don’t you, slut?” he laughed, cruelly. He rode the dark finger up and down 
between her legs, slithering it between her fluttering cunt lips, making the swollen pink petals 
wet and dripping with her honey. She opened her mouth and whimpered, shivering 
deliciously. “All you little white bitches love this! You all love a big, black stud to take care of 
you, don’t you?”

His finger slid deeper between her shivering pink folds of flesh and she gasped loudly as 
he drove it beyond her damp, hot entrance, twisting it around the narrow, slippery walls of her
luscious pussy-cave. He drove the seeking black spear deep into her womb and her knees 
almost buckled from the heat and desire that she felt as he explored her swelling wet inner 
chamber.

His other hand reached up and completely covered one of her darling white breasts. He 
squeezed the spongy globe roughly in his grasp and pinched her tender nipple between his 
thumb and forefinger. She cried out loud as the mixture of pain and pleasure raced through 
her loins and breasts, swirling around each other, making her weak and light-headed with 
their intensity.

He suddenly reached out and smacked her rounded out white bottom, making her squeal, 
and then he did it again, and again, and then three more times, bringing a lush pink blush to 
the surface of her fleshy white bottom, and bringing tears to her big blue eyes.

“I ought to really spank your little hot ass for you bitch, you sure got it coming to you. But 
I’ll give you the opportunity to postpone your punishment for now. If you do a real good job 
right now at making daddy happy, I’ll put off your spanking till later on.”

He played with her turned up tits and stroked her hot little honey-hole some more, 
enjoying his possession and power over the little white teenager.

“Take hold of this big black cock, white bitch,” he commanded her. “Take hold of this fine 
black meat and do something good to it! Do it right now, bitch! Right now! Else I’ll put you 
over my knee and heat your little fat bottom for you!”

She curled her lovely white fingers around the huge, dark pole and felt the hot blood 
pounding through it. Gently she squeezed the massive rod in her hand and pushed it back 
and forth in his lap. He groaned loudly and she felt his hips bucking involuntarily as she rode 
her fingers up and down on the giant black tool.

He moaned in delight and rocked back and forth with her pumping hand, his own 
determined fingers slithering in and out of her luscious dripping pussy-pit with increasing 
rhythm and force. Her thick, creamy love juice was coating his black fingers and hand with a 
thin film of slippery pussy-passion and he wrapped one of his huge black paws around her 
precious white bottom, squeezing her pink-spanked cheeks roughly in his grasp, holding her 
steady as he continued to attack the delicious honey-cave.

He pulled her down onto his lap on the bed and clasped his mouth over hers, driving his 
tongue between her lush, open pink lips. She moaned in pleasure as she felt his slashing dart 
curling around her own and his hungry mouth pressing tightly over her pliant lips, kissing her 
deeply.

He had her lush white thighs splayed apart, his hand working between the inner softness, 
playing in her soupy snatch. Her hot, aching cunt was beginning to boil with the churning 
desire that he was building in her and she knew that she would not be able to think of 
anything but her aching release. In a few moments, all thoughts of how horrible he was, of 
missing Gerry, of anything but his pleasure and hers would be completely gone.

He made her draw her knees up high and wide apart, sitting her soft fleshy white ass on 
one of his legs, while resting her bare feet on his other thigh. Harder and harder he drove his 
black fingers into her. His thumb rolled back and forth mercilessly over her fat quivering clit 
and spasms of pure fire and pleasure tore at her loins unmercifully. She moaned and rocked 
on her bottom, pressing down with her heels for leverage to arch her crotch up, mashing her 
pussy against his hand, thrilling to the powerful strokes his buried fingers took against her 
aching pink cave. His mouth sucked an entire white breast beyond his lips and she gasped 
with an intense delight as he sucked on her tender strawberry-red nipple and lathered her 
tender tit-flesh with his rough, harsh arrow of love.

Luther could feel the girl drawing near to her orgasm as he powered his long, thick finger 
in and out of her wet cunt. She was gripping and squeezing his black prick with such force 
that it almost hurt to have her play with him like that. Her sweet, spongy ass was wet with her 
sweat and the dripping juices from her wet, pink cunt.

He ordered her to beg him to let her cum on his black fingers, and made her call him 
daddy. In moments, he had her little pelvis moving like a bitch dog’s in heat, as she humped 
on his big thick black fingers and whined and whimpered out; “Please daddy! Please let me 
cum! Please let me cum on your fingers daddy!” He played with her like that for several 
minutes until the little white girl was almost insane with lust, humping and begging 
shamelessly. Each time she came near to her cum, he stopped her, or pulled his fingers out of 
her cunny, only to resume finger-fucking her wet snatch again, when her passion calmed a bit.

Finally, he could stand no more of his own growing need and he pulled his thick sticky 
fingers from her hot little pussy and cruelly forced her to the floor.

“I just might let you cum, later, white bitch,” he said in a nasty tone. “But right now, you 
gonna take care of me! Get to work on that nigger cock, cunt!”

Sobbing with grief at the loss of his fingers, insane with lust for any sexual contact with his 
potent black manhood, she eagerly flicked out her tongue and rolled it around the tip of his 
massive black rod. He shivered with delight as he felt her pink, pointed arrow lathering 
slavishly over his throbbing purple-black helmet. She bent forward and repeatedly kissed and 
licked the hot, black flesh of his quivering shaft. She nibbled her full pink lips over his aching 
black meat and lathered the entire length of his sweaty prick, kissing and caressing it lovingly 
as she went along.

Slowly she worked her way down to his taut, aching ball bag, the aroma of musky sweat 
and ball slime heavy in her nostrils. She slathered her tongue over the leathery bag, moving 
her mouth through his thick, tangled patch of nappy ball-hair and kissed and sucked the 
steaming, hard black sack greedily. He moaned in delight as she sucked the fat sweaty 
ball-bag into her mouth and closed her darling lips around it. She slapped her tongue 
repeatedly against his nuts, knocking them from side to side in her mouth, then gently she 
slithered her sweet pink dart around and around over his tortured stones.

“The cock, bitch, the cock, you filthy little slut,” he groaned, his voice tight with greed and 
the fiery wanting that was searing his loins. “Take that black cock in your mouth right now, 
white whore! Take it right now!”

She splatted his throbbing black nuts out of her slobbering mouth and quickly rode her 
drooling wet lips up along his thick black shaft once more. She could feel the hot blood 
steaming in the massive ebony spear and she moaned in fear and loathing as she opened her 
mouth wide and sucked the greasy seeping tip of his shaft between her full, pink lips.

She locked her lips slavishly around the rim of his shaft and sucked noisily and hungrily on 
the fat black dick head. He gasped in pleasure and bucked forward, driving the hard dark shaft
deeper into her slurping mouth. She relaxed her tight, tender throat muscles and allowed him 
to go ever forward, driving the huge, hard prick deep into her silken neck-tunnel. She gulped 
and sucked juicily on the invading ebony shaft until it was buried deep in her velvet throat 
canal and he was grinding his nappy pubic bristles against her soft, moist pink lips.

He pulled back and slithered his prick out of her mouth once more, sighing and groaning 
happily. He shivered once in anticipation and then drove forward again, slamming his cock 
back into her throat with a furious greed. Slowly he began to ride her darling throat cave. She 
moaned and twisted her head from side to side, her sweaty blonde hair whipping around her 
face, feeling his prick growing in her mouth with each stroke that he took. He was shaking 
uncontrollably as he slammed into her face again and again and she could feel his powerful 
orgasm building rapidly.

“Ahhh, you good, white bitch,” he moaned, holding her tightly by the ears, thrusting his 
cock in and out of her sucking mouth, fucking her white face like it was a hot, juicy pussy. 
“Ahhh, I’m gonna cum slut, I’m gonna cum in your sweet pussy-mouth right now!”

She felt him drive into her once more then he shuddered violently and a thick, searing 
stream of hot, molten cum from his big black balls lashed at her taut throat tunnel and she 
was quickly gulping wildly to drink all his exploding ball-liquid down.

Harder and harder he drove his black cock along her tight, silken throat chamber. His prick
continued to spurt the fiery, thick cum into her mouth, and she tasted its sour ball-juice as she
swallowed frantically, trying to drink all of it down.

He was laughing wildly, banging into her again and again and for one brief moment, as his
violent spasms went on and on, she thought of everything that was her life and knew that she 
was now, completely, and utterly, his slave.

“You’re mine, bitch, mine,” he cried as the cum shot out of his prick and she drank it 
willingly now. “All mine, now, white bitch, all mine! Tomorrow I’m gonna take you out and get 
one of your white tits and your ass tattooed with two big red hearts, one on your tit that says; 
‘My heart belongs to my Black Daddy!’ and one on your ass that says; Property of Luther 
Innes!’ and then, later, I’m gonna brand my initials on your lower belly so you never forget 
who you belong to!”

She heard his wicked laughter and felt the intense explosions of his thick cum in her 
mouth, the words filled her with sickening fear even as she continued to swallow down his 
black ball-seed. She realized with dreadful certainty that he would certainly do it, and that 
there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him, that he was right. Gerry was gone, her 
mother no longer cared, she was now the sole property of her dark daddy!

There wasn’t anything she could do about it. She didn’t want anything to happen to Gerry,
she had no where else to run, so now she had to give herself completely to this big black 
animal, this African stud, her big black daddy!


THE END
