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 Bringing Up Daughters Part II Index

   By LuvsItWet

   Copyright @ 2009

   Chapter 26

   When I returned to the Wedding reception party, Tony and Jill were
making their escape.  After wishing them well and throwing some rice all
over our front lawn, everyone returned to the lanai and more celebration.

   I went to our master bedroom to change into swim trunks and checked the
calendar Sandy had been keeping on Gaile's menstrual cycle.  She probably
wouldn't ovulate for another two or three days but we probably weren't
going to have a better chance any time soon.  While I was there I pocketed
the little brown bottle of pills that Tony was so fond of giving his women
to make them agreeable to almost anything.

   I found Sandy in the unused bedroom we had turned into a small den.  She
was smoking our new hooka with Carol, Will, Devon and Richard.  A little
bit of the gift the guys had brought for Jill and Tony smoldering in the
bowl.  The guys had scored some killer hashish.

   "Honey, why don't you see if you can get a couple of these into Gaile?"
I said as I shook one of the pills out into my hand and slipped it back
into the pocket of my trunks.  I handed Sandy the bottle.

   She looked at me with a vacant smile as she exhaled a thin plume of
sweet smelling smoke.

   "You bet honey.  Even if I have to shove them up her tight little ass.
Is Bert ready for this?"

   "He will be."

   "I want to watch when it happens." She said.

   Back out on the lanai, I asked Will to cut in on Lamar again.  When he
did, I told Lamar to give me about fifteen minutes and then to come over
next door.  By himself.

   Bert was still sitting at his kitchen table when I got back to him.  His
head was in his hands and he looked like he had lost his last friend.

   "Well, what do you think buddy?" I asked as I pulled a beer out of his
fridge.

   "I don't know Tim, it's such a big step."

   "I think she's ready, Bert.  She's still over there dancing with Lamar.
If it's not him, it'll probably be some other man.  And it'll probably
happen soon.  This way you at least know her lover and maybe even get to
watch."

   "God, I'm so nervous.  Do I really have to talk to Lamar?"

   It couldn't have worked better if I'd planned it.  I pulled the pill out
of my trunks.

   "Here take this.  It'll settle you down.  It's just a mild sedative. 
Sandy and I have both taken them.  We even give them to the girls once in a
while."

   Bert didn't even look up but took the offered capsule and washed it down
with the last of the beer on the table in front of him.

   "Think about it Bert.  Lamar and Gaile will be so beautiful together. 
You'll love it and it'll be a great experience for her."

   There was a knock at the slider but it had gotten dark outside and I
couldn't even see Lamar until I opened the door.  I put my finger across my
lips to signal silence.  Lamar hadn't read the script so I was going to
have all the speaking lines for the moment.  He'd get his turn to ad lib
later.

   My tall, skinny black friend eased into the kitchen and accepted the
beer I handed him.  He wordlessly took the chair across from Bert.

   The three of us sat silently for a couple of minutes.  I couldn't tell
if the Qualuude had taken effect yet, but it seemed Bert wasn't so
uncomfortable so I pressed ahead.

   "Bert, isn't there something you'd like to ask Lamar?" I prodded.

   Bert looked up at me and then over at Lamar.  It was the first time he
had looked up since Lamar sat down.

   "Yes, there is.  But it's so weird.  I feel like a pervert doing this."
There was a long uncomfortable pause.  "Lamar, will you...  would you... 
you know...  Gaile, my wife.  Oh, shit.  I would like to watch you make
love to my wife.  There, I've said it." Bert seemed relieved to have
blurted out his fantasy.

   Lamar just sat calmly.  He hadn't expected it to happen quite this way
or quite this soon.  When he glanced at me, I just winked.

   "Sure Bert.  If that's what you want, I would love to fuck your wife. 
She's a very attractive woman.  Have you talked this over with her?"

   "No.  No.  We haven't talked about anything like this.  But I just
wanted you to know that if you do have sex with her, it's OK with me."

   Lamar reached across the kitchen table and offered his hand.  Bert took
it.

   "I'm honored, Bert." Lamar said.  "Let's just see what happens.  I
promise I'll be good to her."

   With that, Lamar disappeared out the back door leaving Bert and I
sitting in a dark kitchen.

   "You've done the right thing Bert.  You'll see.  Gaile will thank you
for it later.  Now, let's get back to the party and have a good time.  What
do you say, buddy?"

   "Yeah, but I sure hope she doesn't hate me for this."

   Bert was now part of the conspiricy against one of his wife's
unfertilized eggs.  He just hadn't thought about that part of it yet.

   Back over in our backyard, the celebration was in full swing.  Several
people were in the pool, some with bathing suits, some in underwear, and
some fully dressed.  I suspected birthday suits would soon be the uniform
of the day.

   The music was even louder than before and the dancing had gotten faster
and wilder.

   The new lighting system had been turned on and someone had lighted the
tiki torches in my absence.

   Sandy saw me come through the gate with Bert and waved me over.

   "Well?" She asked.

   "He's OK with it.  He told Lamar to go ahead.  I think he's going to
need a lot of support from us to get through this, though.  You might want
to spend some time with him.  We don't want him having second thoughts."

   "Did you get Gaile to take the pills?" I added.

   "Yeah, after a couple of hits on a joint, she didn't even ask what they
were."

   "Looks like everyone is having a good time.  You get fucked yet?" I
asked as we watched Lamar and Gaile in the pool.  He was in his boxers. 
The prim lady from next door was still dressed except for her shoes.  Her
hair was a soggy mess.  He had her in a corner and we couldn't see for sure
but it looked like they were kissing.  I saw Bert standing in the shadows
on the other side of the pool.  He could see.

   "Will and Devon fucked Carol and me in the den.  I sucked Richard.  I
couldn't wait any longer, I was so hot from the hash.  No goodies for you
though, sweetie.  Carol and I tidied each other up.  Sorry.  Maybe later."

   "What's the deal with Carol?  She pregnant again?"

   'Yeah, Devon moved in with them right after we moved away.  She doesn't
know who the daddy is."

   Gaile's wet dress was now on the pool deck.  Lamar had turned her
slightly and there was no doubt about the kiss now.  I was beginning to
think that everyone at the party was going to be witness to her downfall.

   "Brandon called one of his buddies and they have Pammy and Tammy in
Pammy's room with the door locked.  I gave Pammy a couple of joints earlier
so I wouldn't be surprised at anything that's going on in there.  DeeDee
had to go home and help clean fish."

   "Honey, why don't you go over and keep Bert company?" I said.  "When
Lamar leaves with Gaile, give them a few minutes then bring Bert over to
his house."

   As Sandy made her way through the revelers around the pool, I went back
into the house and down the hall to our bedroom.  Getting a couple of
joints out of our stash, I stopped at Pammy's closed door.  There was no
sound and no light under the door.  Then I heard a familiar gurgling sound.
I checked the den, the hooka was missing.  My little girls were making
their own party.

   I made my way to Lamar and Gaile, now both sitting on the side of the
pool at the shallow end.  Gaile still had on a full slip and pantyhose. 
Dripping.

   "Let's take Gaile over to her house and get her out of these wet clothes
before she catches a cold.  What do you think?" I said to Lamar as I
kneeled down next to the embracing pair.  The smile on his face was
priceless.

   Bert and Gaile's house was layed out in such a way as to make most of
the living room open to the kitchen.  As Lamar and I led a very quiet Gaile
into her house, I guided them toward her living room couch.  As Lamar took
her in his arms, I turned on the lamps on the end tables at both ends of
the couch.  Just on low but light enough.  With the kitchen lights out it
would be like the stage in a small theatre.  Perfect.

   "Enjoy." I said quietly to Lamar as I moved back into the kitchen and
opened the slider and stepped out to meet Bert and my little red headed
plotter.

   I was nursing one of Bert's beers and had just lit a j when Sandy led
our friend into his back yard.

   "How's it going?" She asked, taking the smoke from me and dragging deep.
She passed it to Bert without a word.  He inhaled and coughed.

   "Good, so far.  They're in the living room.  I don't think it'll be
long."

   "Easy for you to say." Sandy shot back.  "Lamar has about the longest
cock I've ever seen."

   I chuckled.  I had seen her take Lamar several times and was always
amazed that she could absorb the whole thing.  I didn't know where she put
it all.

   "You still OK with this, Bert?"

   "God, yes.  Can I watch?"

   "I don't see why not.  It's your house and your wife.  We just want to
be very quiet.  Let's not disturb the lovebirds, OK?"

   I led Bert into his kitchen.  Sandy followed, quietly latching the
slider and pulling the floor length drapes closed.

   Lamar had Gaile's wet slip and pantyhose off and had dropped his boxers.
Gaile still had on her wet bra but not for long.  They were still standing
next to the couch but sat down as we took our seats in the kitchen.  Bert
sat between Sandy and me.

   "They look beautiful together, don't they?  Look how big he is." Sandy
whispered quietly to Bert.

   Lamar's black erection stood tall between his long thighs, slightly past
his navel.  He had Gaile turned toward him in a deep kiss, his pink tongue
visible where it sliced through her lips.  Gaile's hand rested on his
nearest thigh only inches from his cock.  Her polished nails gleaming in
the lamplight.  Her other hand behind his neck.

   I leaned over next to Bert's ear.  "You are a lucky man, Bert.  Most men
don't get to watch their wives take a black man the first time.  You have a
lot to look forward to."

   "You mean there'll be more?" He asked eagerly.

   "It's up to you buddy.  Could be lots more if you and Gaile want it." I
wondered if he had fifty grand in his bank account.  I knew he didn't have
any good looking daughters.  Yet.

   A commotion on the couch drew our immediate attention.  Gaile had both
hands flat on Lamars chest and was trying to push him away as she attempted
to stand up.  Lamay had one arm over her shoulder and the other in her
tightly closed crotch.

   "No.  Lamar, I can't.  It's wrong.  Please, Bert would be so hurt.  Let
me up."

   The weight of Lamar's arm and the downward pressure on her pelvis was
enough to hold the tall blonde in place.  Our black friend wasn't giving up
that easily.

   "It's OK baby.  We'll just sit here and talk awhile.  I don't think Bert
would mind if we just talk.  Do you?"

   "No, I guess not.  It just seems so strange.  I barely know you.  And we
don't have any clothes on."

   Gaile had moved one hand down to grasp the wrist of the hand in her
crotch but made no move to push it away.  A good sign, I thought.  She
seemed to relax.

   "That was close." Bert said it, I didn't.

   Lamar again pulled the neighbor lady into a brief deep kiss and then
nibbled down the side of her neck onto her thoat.  Gaile closed her eyes
and stretched her long neck back to rest on the couch.  When he got to her
breast her hand went to the back on his head and was brushing his short
wirey hair.  Pulling him to her.  Her legs relaxed and most of Lamar's
black hand disappeared between her slightly parted white thighs.

   Bert was breathing hard next to us.

   I touched Sandy's arm to get her attention.  I glanced down at the lump
in Bert's lap and her eyes followed mine.

   "Give him a hand." I mouthed.  She smiled and blew me an air kiss.

   Back in the living room, Lamar had swung around facing the couch and
slipped down onto his knees between Gaile's legs.  As tall as he was, he
hadn't even had to break contact with the nipple he was sucking.  Gaile
didn't open her eyes but did allow her legs to be pushed open.  The black
man's head slowly moved down her torso and her legs seemed to turn to
rubber.  Her shoulders sagged.

   At about the same time that Lamars lips rummaged through Gaile's dark
blond pubic hair, she gave up all efforts of resistance.  Her long fingered
hands held both sides of her black lover's head.  She bucked up to him when
his tongue found her center.  She orgasmed quietly, only a whimper.  Her
next one was a louder, more like a little moan.

   "Don't let him cum yet." I whispered to Sandy.  I didn't need to be
quiet anymore.  Bert was beyond caring and the couple in the living room
were oblivious to anything but their own lusts.  Sandy had Bert well in
hand.  Just slowly stoking him.  Right there on the edge.

   We almost missed the moment of entry.  Lamar just straightened his back,
took one step forward on his knees and was hilted into the lady next door.
Gaile's head snapped forward and her eyes popped open.  The hands that had
been at Lamar's head were now pulling hard on his shoulders.  She screamed.

   Bert lost it.  Sandy tried to squeeze him off but it was too late.  He
shot cum all over all three of us.

   "Look Bert.  He's in her.  He's really in her.  Isn't that hot?" Sandy
was still gently stroking Bert and didn't want him to have time to think
about what was happening in the other room.

   "God, I love it when they do that to me." She added.

   I think Bert was in a state of shock.  Cumming had released the tension
but the images were still in front of his eyes.

   "What have I done?" He whispered to no one in particular.

   "It's OK Bert.  She's enjoying it now.  Let her have her fun." I said to
him.

   Lamar had turned Gaile longways on the couch and was now fully on her.
And in her.  We had a fairly good side view but I wanted to see better, but
I certainly didn't want to be the cause of any 'coitus interuptus'.

   His black haunches were stroking steadily.  Her pale white legs were
wrapped up around him.  Their lips were locked tightly together.

   "You will need to support her when this is over, Bert.  You helped set
her up, you will need to take care of her.  Show her you still love her." I
said quietly.

   Bert just nodded.  His eyes still glued to the action on his couch.

   Sandy's continued gentle hand job had served it's purpose.  Bert had
re-erected.  His little head was starting to take charge again.

   "My God!  He's not using a condom." It suddenly struck the husband. 
"What'll we do?  She's not on the Pill or anything."

   "Shh, shh." Sandy had turned so she could whisper close to Bert's ear.
"It's OK, Bert.  Lamar is taking care of everything.  You told him it was
OK didn't you?" Sandy had a tight grip on Bert's erection and was stroking
steadily.

   "Yes.  But God, I didn't think about..." Bert didn't get a chance to
finish his thought.

   A loud groan from the couch, accompanied by another screetch from Gaile,
signaled the end.  Or was it the beginning.  Lamar was arched in a bow,
hips thown foward and head thrown back.  Gaile's knees were up by her ears,
her shins resting on the arm of the couch by her head.

   My X-ray imagination saw billions of little African tadpoles starting
their long migration.  It might be a lucky day for one of them.

   Lamar collapsed down on the white woman under him.  His slowly wilting
cock buried deep in her, holding the precious fluid deep within her
reproductive tract.  His sweating face against hers.  Gaile's eyes were
closed.  Nature had taken it's course.  Now only time would tell if the
final phase of our plan had worked.

   "Let's leave them alone for awhile." I whispered to Bert and Sandy.  We
slipped silently back out through the sliding glass door onto Bert's lanai
leaving the drapes open.

   We could hear the party still going on next door.

   In the dark outside, Sandy knew exactly what to do.  She hiked her short
lavender bride's maid's dress up around her waist, planted her cute little
butt up on the lanai table and pulled Bert home between her welcoming
thighs.  He didn't last long.

   I then quickly ate Sandy to a thumping climax and she excused herself to
return to her hostess duties.  We had been gone less than half an hour.

   Bert had sat and watched as I ate my wife right after he had fucked her.
After what he had just watched inside, I thought it wouldn't hurt to put
some more ideas in his head.  He had been a satisfactory student so far. 
Grad school was coming soon.

   Lamar slipped out of the kitchen a few minutes later.  He almost tripped
over us in the dark.

   "She's sleeping now.  I covered her with a blanket." He said.

   "Why don't you go to her, Bert.  She'll need you when she wakes up." I
said.

   "Yeah, good idea." A tired and very confused man stood and moved toward
the door.

   "Remember to tell her you love her.  No matter what happens.  She'll
need that too."

   Lamar and I sat in silence for a minute or two.  I told him he had done
a good job.  He thanked me for helping set him up with some fine white
pussy.

   "I really like her though, Tim.  I hope it doesn't just end tonight. 
Gaile could be a really, really wild woman if she had half a chance.  I
like Bert, too.  I hope he's not to hurt by this." Lamar was wistful.

   Lamar disappeared into the dark and I heard the gate open and close.  I
eased into Bert and Gaile's kitchen to see how the couple was doing.  Gaile
was still asleep but my student was doing home work.

   Bert was on his knees, on the couch between his wife's legs.  Looking at
her oozing pussy.  I thought at first he was going to go for it but he just
held her open with one hand and stroked himself with the other.  When he
was fully erect, her entered her.  I quietly left the couple alone as I saw
Gaile's eyes flutter open.
   To be continued...  luvsitwet_99@yahoo.com