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 "Charles"

   By LuvsItWet

   MF, MFM, Mf, wife, daughter

   Chapter 3

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   All day at work that day, I couldn't concentrate on very much.  What
Charles and Jen and I had discussed the night before, coupled with what Jen
was doing all day with our black friend, consumed me.  I spent most of my
time either in the break room or the employees men's room.  Any commission
that day was going to be meager indeed.

   The more I thought about Charles' plan for Katie, the more I liked it.
After all, she was the one that had started all this.  Even if she was
young, she was interested.  Maybe even eager.  I was starting to think that
it was genetic.  Like mother, like daughter.

   If Jen was comfortable with Charles starting a sexual relationship with
our fifteen year old daughter, why should I hold back.  I decided to look
at his seduction of Katie like I did his treatment of Jen.  I would watch
and enjoy.

   I was still very hesitant about anything to do with our youngest
daughter, Kerrie.  She was daddy's girl and still only twelve years old. 
Her time might come but it would be a long ways in the future.  We should
keep her out of it and innocent, at least for the time being.

   Midday, while Charles was at his meeting, Jen called to remind me
Charles was going to join us again for dinner that evening.  The idea was
to formally introduce him to the girls.  I was pretty sure Jen was playing
with herself while she told me how pleased she was that Charles was going
to be Katie's first lover.  I know I did as soon as I could get to the
restroom.

   The mental picture of Katie's naked center with the familiar black cock
buried deep up into it would push me over the edge more than once.  Our
little girl was in for a real treat.

   I was looking forward to the girls meeting Charles and watching events
develop.  I thought that seeing how Katie would react to Charles could give
us a much better idea of how to proceed with his seduction of her.

   "Hi honey.  I'm home."

   The smell of food was different but the response was the same.

   "In here."

   "Mmmmm.  Smells good." I said as I doffed the coat and tie.

   "Leg of lamb." Jen said as I rounded the center island and met her open
arms.

   "How was your day?" She asked when we came up for air.

   "Same old, same old.  I was pretty distracted all day, though.  How was
yours?"

   "I'll tell you all about it later but I did bring you home a little
treat if you'd like it." She said as she humped her middle against mine. 
She was being horny and playful at the same time.  I thought of the picture
in the dictionary.

   "We don't have much time, Charles will be here in an hour."

   "The girls?"

   "Kerrie's in her room doing homework and Katie will be home in a few
minutes."

   "Let's go." I said as I dragged her down the hall.

   The cushion was already in front of the chair.

   The introductions and dinner went well.  I was nervous but shouldn't
have been.  Charles was the perfect gentleman.  Jen and I at the ends of
the table, Charles on one side and the girls on the other.

   Charles charmed us all with stories of his childhood in Angola and being
orphaned in the war there.  His fortunate rescue by missionaries and
eventually, the boarding school days in Scotland.  Later, his time in the
British army.  He had then migrated to the USA and got his college degree
from a big name school in the midwest.

   Jen let the girls have a glass of wine with dinner and we all relaxed. I
nearly forgot that this was just another phase of a very devious plot
against our young ladies' virtue.  Everything was going well.  Mellow, in
fact.

   When the girls had cleared the table, I expected them to go to their
rooms and leave the adults to talk.  That's what usually happens in a
setting like that.

   Katie lingered as Kerrie disappeared.  She had been stealing little
looks at Charles all evening when she thought no one was watching and
seemed reluctant to leave his presence.  She was obviously interested. 
Charles had paid a lot of attention to her in return.  She was clearly
captivated.

   Charles looked over at me and said, "I'd like a few minutes alone with
your daughter, if you don't mind."

   Jen jerked like she'd been shocked and I may have also.  Neither of us
expected a move this quickly.

   "Sure, we'll be in the living room." I said.  I think we both knew this
was perhaps the last chance to stop the freight train that was rolling down
the tracks.

   Jen's knuckles were white when we sat down together on the couch.  We
really didn't know what to expect.  We just knew our future, and the future
of our children, was out of our hands.  Jen was flushed and we were both
excited.

   It happened fast.

   "Oh, God!" "No!  Please.  No!" The sound of Katie in anguish nearly
broke my heart.  Then there was a few seconds of silence.

   "You?  It's you!  How could you?" I heard a loud sob that was nearly a
scream.

   "Wayne.  Come in here, please." Charles had said he would tell us when
he wanted our help.

   When I reentered our dining room, I was not shocked at the scene.  Just
a little surprised.  Charles was still sitting where he had been at dinner.
He had a stack of papers in front of him.  There were a couple across from
him where Katie had sat.

   Katie was on the floor next to her chair.  Pulled up in a tight ball
with her knees under her chin.  Fetal position.  Whimpering.

   I went to her first.  She was hyperventilating and didn't get any better
when I took her in my arms.  It took several minutes to get her calmed down
enough to sit her back up in her chair.

   "Wayne, I paid your daughter a compliment and she took it the wrong
way." Charles calmly said.  "I told her she has pretty little titties and
she just went crazy."

   "Oh, God!  Oh, God!  Please.  No.  This can't happen." Katie went into
another sobbing fit.

   "Stop with the theatrics, Katie.  You're the one that was flashing her
stuff for anyone that wanted to look.  Now just quiet down and listen to
me." Charles was fully in charge.

   "Don't you think she has pretty titties, Wayne?" He didn't wait for an
answer.  "She has one of the prettiest cunts I've ever seen, too.  Doesn't
she?  You've seen the videos.  Don't you think she has a pretty cunt?"

   As Charles was pounding his accusations, in the form of compliments,
home, he was sliding pages of printed video captures across the table in
front of Katie.  He was the prosecuting attorney and she was the reluctant
witness.

   There was a commotion in the living room and we heard Jen send Kerrie
back to her room.  Our youngest daughter would have to be dealt with later.


   "Jen." Charles was bringing in the whole jury.  Katie sagged.

   When Jen came into the dining room, Charles sent her to the other side
of the table with a jerk of his head.  I was on one side of Katie now from
picking her up, her mother on the other.

   "Don't you think Katie has nice tits?" He said.  "What about it, mom?"
"Nice cunt, too, don't you think?" He said as he spread the stack of papers
nearly the length of the table in front of us.

   Katie laid her head down on her arms and wept with racking sobs.  I felt
so sorry for her but there was nothing I could do.  I had already committed
us to all that followed.

   "Look at me Katie." Charles gave her his first harsh order.  "Now." He
barked.

   "Is that your ass hole?" He asked as he slid the last of the stack of
prints across the table.  It was a close up from last night.  There wasn't
any thing left in Katie.  She just nodded.

   "Go pack an overnight bag, little girl." He said.  "Jen, go with her. 
Get her ready for me." He picked up one of the prints, one showing Katie's
little muff in all it's glory.  "Get rid of the fuzz, I want her bare."

   "She'll be with me for a couple of days, Jen.  Make sure she has what
she needs."

   As Jen helped Katie to her feet, Charles continued.  "Katie, you told me
on-line that you wanted to be fucked by a black man.  Tonight, you will be.
If you have any last minuter questions, you better ask your mom now."

   After Jen and Katie left the room, I slumped into the chair my daughter
had just vacated.  I was hard as a rock in my pants.

   "Wayne." He said.  "I didn't like being so hard on a young girl but I
couldn't think of an easier way to jump the gap.  It's like that first
night with you and Jen in the grocery store parking lot.  When Jen was on
the floor and I was choking her.  I knew she couldn't do that but it got us
through the moment.  Jen can take me all now and loves to know that she
can. It will be that way with Katie.  That first night changed Jen, tonight
will change Katie.  For the better.  You'll see."

   "Take care of our little girl, please." I was begging and wasn't even
ashamed of it.

   "I will, Wayne.  I'll take very good care of her." Charles was almost
consoling.

   "Go get the cushion for her, Wayne.  She'll need it.  I'll order one for
her very own next week." He added.  He may have been rubbing salt in the
wound but I had known him too long to be offended.  He had got what he
wanted.

   Jen had Katie in the bathroom with the door closed so I assumed she was
probably doing the prep work on our little girls womanhood.  I would have
given anything to watch that very intimate act.

   Kerrie's door was closed and her light was out.  I don't know what Jen
told our youngest but it did put a lid on that part of the problem for the
time being.  One down, one to go.

   While we were waiting for Jen to get Katie ready for her deflowering,
Charles outlined what he had planned for his newest conquest.  The next two
or three days would be intense for her.  He had learned a lot about her
fantasies from their on-line chats and from the types of stories she was
downloading.  Charles thought that she would be fairly easy to train as a
total black cock slut.

   Then in a few days, he planned to introduce her to a woman that had a
small group of under-aged girls that she managed.  Our little girl had the
looks and youth.  His friend had the connections.  Katie had a future.

   Finally Jen led a very subdued Katie back into our living room.

   "Go to your father." Charles said.

   "Wayne, take your daughter's panties off for me."

   Without hesitation, I easily found the little strands on each of her
hips and slid the wisp of satin down her trembling legs.

   As she stepped out of the tiny thong, Charles completed the transition
of ownership.

   He waved Katie to his side and slipped his large black hand up between
her legs.  He smiled at Jen as Katie raised up on her toes and looked at me
blankly.

   "Nice job." He said to Jen, pulling his hand from under Katie's skirt.
"Now, take Katie out to my car for me."

   Later, when we were in bed, Jen was all over me.  I hadn't seen her that
hot when it was just the two of us in a long time.  The events had acted
like an aphrodisiac on my little sex pot.

   "Isn't it exciting, honey?" She said.  Rubbing her very wet straddle up
and down the side of my thigh.  "God, can you believe it?  Charles is going
to fuck Katie tonight.  She's going to love it.  I just know she will."

   "I hope she'll be OK." I said.  "She's so young."

   I had seen her slutty little show on camera and was fairly certain Katie
would be fine once she accepted her fate.  She was physically nearly the
size as her mother and Jen had been able to accommodate Charles after some
initial adjustment.

   Jen was slowly stroking me.  Keeping me up on the edge.

   "Wouldn't it be hot to watch?" She teased.  "Let's call Charles in the
morning and see if it's alright for us to come to his room and watch him
fuck her."

   "Maybe he'll do her on camera for us." I offered an alternative.

   I realized then that I wasn't holding out for some misguided morality
any longer.  If this is what Jen wanted.  If this was what Charles wanted.
I already knew it was what Katie wanted even if she was in a state of shock
with the way it had come to her.

   Why fight it.  Count me in.

   "Do you think we can do things with the girls someday?" I ventured to
ask.  I couldn't get the image out of my mind of Katie looking back past
her hip as she was spreading her cute little ass cheeks to show her wet
pinkness to the camera.

   "You naughty man." Jen said, laughing throatily and then biting the side
of my neck as she heaved up over me to impale herself on the last of my
resistance.

   "That would be incest, honey." She whispered huskily.  I got the feeling
that she might like a little incest, too.  She was wet and swollen.  "I
kissed her pussy after I shaved it."

   I moaned as I shot my semen through Jen's portal, deep into her belly.
An unusual but pleasant ending for us.

   "Why don't we wait and see how they like being blacked?" Jen had learned
about the language of what we were doing.  "If Charles trains them the way
I think he will, we will have a couple of little hotties to deal with and
anything is possible." I could imagine all of us tangled up together.

   Maybe our Charles would like to watch for a change.

   Charles called just before noon on Saturday.  Jen answered the phone and
talked for a few minutes then called me into the bedroom and closed the
door.

   "He's bringing Katie home in an hour or so.  He wants us to get Kerrie
out of the house for a couple of hours.  Some of the things that need to be
discussed should just be between him and us and Katie."

   "He's taking Katie home with him for a few days.  He told me to clear it
with the school." We had called Katie's school Friday morning and got her
excused for just the one day claiming a family emergency.  We'd think of
something.

   We had not said anything to Kerrie about where her older sister was or
who she was with.  She had asked at dinner Friday but Jen just said she was
out and would be home later.  We didn't even know when.

   "Charles wants us to have some time with Katie to reassure her that we
both approve of what she is doing." She added.  "He has some papers he
wants us to sign while they're here."

   Jen didn't know what the papers were about and just shrugged when I
asked.

   I would not have recognized my own daughter if she wasn't with our huge
black friend at the door later.  She didn't look like the scared young girl
that had left the house Thursday night.  The woman with Charles was ten
years older and five inches taller.

   I was glad we had sent Kerrie over to Jen's sister's house for the
afternoon.  She would have asked way too many sixth grade questions for us
to hope to deal with at the moment.

   Katie was hanging on to Charles arm like her life depended on it.  She
seemed to need his strength.  The extra height was from the new shoes. 
Very similar to the ones Charles liked for Jen to wear when we were with
him.  The extra age was a combination of the way she was dressed, her
make-up, and a whole new hair style.

   Katie had some difficulty focusing on us as we stood in shock.  "I gave
her something to make it easier to face you." Charles explained.  "She
threw up when I told her where we were going."

   "What happened to your hair?" Jen blurted out.  Katie's long blond hair
that she had always wore loose or in a braid was gone.  It was now just a
whacked off mess.  Not styled, just gone.

   "It got in the way when I was teaching her to suck my cock." Charles
explained.  Katie just looked up at him vacantly.  "I cut it for her."

   Her clothes were just about as awful.  A baby pink crop top that barely
covered her breasts and a white satin flirt skirt that couldn't have
reached an inch below her crotch.  Her legs looked like stilts on those
shoes.  She wobbled.

   The make-up.  It would take a fifty-five year old hooker to really
appreciate her make-up.  Too much of everything.  Katie looked very tired
and much too old to be a freshman in high school.

   Jen went to our little girl and took her in her arms.  That was the
first time that she let go of Charles since they came through the door. 
Jen gave me a look and I quickly asked Charles if he'd like a drink.  He
and I moved into the living room as Jen guided Katie down the hall toward
her room.

   "She hasn't had much sleep." Charles explained.  "I want her tired and
confused for a few days." "She'll be much easier to handle." "When she does
what I want, when I want it, I'll put her back together.  It shouldn't take
more than a couple more days."

   "Thank God." I said.  "She looks like hell."

   "Yeah, sorry about that." He said.  "It had to be done.  You should know
though, she's a hot little fuck.  After the first time or two, she couldn't
get enough.  She's a lot like her mother."

   "Wayne, you have to remember that Katie wanted this.  You and Jen
approved of us doing this.  I wanted to do it and will take care of your
daughter.  It's going to be a rough few days but at the end I think we will
all like the results." Charles wasn't going to listen to any reluctance on
my part, if I had any left.

   "Go get Jen.  Let Katie cool her heels for a few minutes.  I want to
talk to just the two of you."

   I could tell that Jen was excited when she answered my knock on Katie's
door.  Katie was sprawled back onto her bed, still dressed like she was
when she arrived.  Her little skirt was flipped up on her tummy and her
flimsy panties were around one ankle.

   "My god, Wayne.  Look at her.  She's all swollen.  No wonder she's
walking funny.  I just had to see her." Jen tried to explain.  Her concern
was mixed with not just a little bit of pride.

   By the time we were both seated back in the kitchen with Charles, Jen
had calmed down.  Charles took her hand and she seemed to relax.

   "It's the only way I could think of to bring Katie along quickly." He
said.  "I'm using some skills I learned in basic training.  Reduce the
recruit to nothing and work up from there." "With you, Jen, it was easy
because you had years of sexual experience.  Katie was a virgin just day
before yesterday."

   "...but she seems so used already." Jen almost whispered.

   "She has been used.  A lot.  And it's going to get worse before it gets
better." Charles said.  "I'm turning her out tonight." "I've already set up
her first date.  She doesn't know it yet but your little girl is turning
pro."

   "Please, Charles.  Don't be too hard on her, she's just a kid." Jen was
having some second thoughts.

   "It's nothing too hardcore.  Just a friend of mine.  I owe him a favor
and Katie's going to pay it off.  It'll be a good learning experience for
her."

   "She's going to meet Yu Lin Tuesday.  She's going to work with Katie
this week to get her started.  You'd like her but she's very private. 
Chinese national.  Money, money, money.  She works the girls as much for
influence as for money.  Owns a couple of shopping malls and other things.
Even a hospital out west.  I help her with her security."

   Charles squeezed Jen's hand.  "Listen to me babe.  Don't back out now. I
told you what it would be like when we talked about this in Chicago.  Right
now, Katie is tired and confused.  By the end of next week, she'll be
rested and happy.  Maybe even confident.  Trust me."

   Without looking at me, Charles told me to get Katie.

   When I returned with a very meek young girl in tow, Jen was sitting on
Charles lap and they were just breaking a very deep soul kiss.  I could
feel Katie stiffen beside me.

   Charles held out his arm to Katie and she went to his side immediately.
I couldn't see the hand that went up her tiny skirt but by the way Katie
moaned and rolled her eyes, I could tell where it went.

   "Spread." Was all Charles said to her.  She shifted and arched into his
grasp.  Then went up on her toes.

   "Please, daddy, I'm sore there." My daughter wasn't talking to me.  She
was talking to Charles.

   "I fucked her in the ass this morning.  It was her last cherry.  She
bled a little." Charles said looking at me still standing in the doorway.

   "I have some ointment." Jen said, slipping into her mothering role. 
"I'll get it."

   "Wayne, there's a briefcase on the back seat of my car.  Get it for me,
please."

   When I returned with the case, Jen was back on his lap but my oldest
daughter was bent over the table with her little skirt flipped up over her
back.  Her bare ass was cleaved by Charles huge black hand.  His thumb in
her rectum up to the second joint and two fingers in her cunt.  He was
apparently showing the poor girl's mother how well he had opened her up
while he applied the balm to her misused orifice.

   Charles broke off the little first aid session and took some papers out
for us to read and sign.  The first one was a standard model release form.
He wanted to be able to sell any photos or videos he made with Jen, Katie
or Kerrie.  I was concerned about the ages but he brushed it off.  Jen and
I signed it.

   The second one was a limited power of attorney for legal matters
pertaining to Katie.  It seemed pretty straight forward.  The third was
assignment of guardianship of Katie to Charles for the period of one year.

   I looked up at Charles.  He grinned.  "I'm her daddy now.  Why not?"

   Jen and I signed away our daughter.

   Charles pulled out two more documents as he put the first three away. 
"Those first papers are legal and will stand up in court.  My lawyer drew
them up and faxed them to me yesterday."

   "These aren't legal in any way but I want you to sign them anyway. 
Let's just call it insurance."

   Charles slid two single page documents out into the center of the
kitchen table.  Both had large, bold headings.  One said 'I WILL', the
other said 'WE DO HEREBY CONSENT'.

   "This one is for mom and dad." Charles tapped the 'consent' paper.  "And
this one is for little Katie." Indicating the 'will' paper.

   "I want you all to read both of them very carefully.  It's important for
all three of you to know exactly what I intend to do with Katie.  I want
you to agree in writing that I have full and final say on what I do with
her and if there is any question ever that it was not consensual, I'll pull
these out.  If I go to jail, you both will go with me and Katie will live
forever with that on her conscience"

   The 'consent' form simply acknowledged that we were consenting to any
sex act involving Katie as a minor was known before hand and agreed to by
us, her natural parents.  Her "I WILL" form was a little more detailed.  It
bound her to sexual slavery in a very explicit way.  She would be a fully
participating fuck toy, plain and simple.

   I signed the paper and got the brandy with four glasses as Jen signed.
Four glasses this time.  If she's old enough to fuck, she's old enough to
drink.

   We watched quietly as Katie signed her paper.

   To be continued...
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