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Author: Milliford Jones
Title: Time In, Time Out Part 3 - The Shoe Store
Summary: A man awakes to find he's not when, or where, he should be.
Keywords: Warning!  MF, Mg, oral, anal, scat, ws, interr, politically
inappropriate

   DISCLAIMER

   Imagine stepping into an adult book store.  It smells like a mix of
cheap men's cologne and dark desires.  You go into a booth and see a
selection of animated movies.  Not the real thing, no real actors.  It is
anime, hentai.  It takes place in a universe where no one gets killed.  No
one gets hurt without having the hurt assuaged.  No one gets fucked up
physically or emotionally without eventually resolving it.  And love
counts. This is the fictional universe of Passions of the Perverted.

   Please note these tales are intended for adults only.  They are
obviously fantasy and have no correlation with the real world.  The
characters are likewise totally fictitious.  I neither endorse or take part
in any of the illicit acts described, except for that act of fantasy
itself, which allows for extreme imagined behavior and exploration, but
does not even begin to suggest such behavior is appropriate.

   This disclaimer is unfortunately necessary in a world where even thought
is often deemed illegal, despite the fact that exploring your desires via
fantasy is much healthier and worlds safer than much less extreme actual
risk taking behavior.

   It is with this vision and these parameters I present:

   TIME IN, TIME OUT PART 3 - THE SHOE STORE

   I awoke thinking I must have slept a couple of hours.  At least that's
what I thought until I realized it was dark outside, and the woman with her
head lying on my chest was not my new little black fuck slut, Little Sally.
Instead my arms were wrapped around a full grown woman.  I smiled.

   "Leilani," I said softly.  "I just had the greatest, weirdest dream...."
Then I froze.  This wasn't Leilani or Malina, nor was it Sally or Betsy. 
This was someone new, different.  I found myself fondling a large soft ass,
neither athletically firm like Leilani or Malina, nor work hardened like
Betsy.  I raised up, dislodging the woman and my hand brushed across a
nipple the size of a cherry, already hardened and aroused in my hand.  My
cock lurched against the luscious female form and I felt a soft round ass
spoon agianst my naked groin.  My cock lurched against her, finding easy
access to the woman's back-door ass channel as it did.

   "Mmm," the woman murmured in obvious approval, and wriggled her well
shaped ass against me.  When she spoke it was a voice I had never heard
before, but breathy, soft and alluring.  "Why, Mr Johnson, I didn't know
you liked to butt-fuck.  But if you're in the mood, I'm happy to let you."

   I wanted to ask where I was, the year it was, who she was, who the hell
I was, but I kept my mouth shut.  I had to let things reveal themselves in
their own time.  I knew that now.  As the shock abated (isn't' it wonderful
how human beings can adapt to practically anything) I noted my hormones
were surging.  I was ready to fuck, my cock was hard as a velvet covered
steel rod.  It seems all the sexual activity I'd engaged with my wife and
sister-in-law, then with Betsy and Sally had no impact on this body.  Mr
Johnson had just woke up in the early morning, ready to fuck...and now so
was I.

   Not only that, I had a new willing sex partner, opening up her asshole
to me.  She might be my wife, but not likely, given her calling me "Mr
Johnson".  All I really knew is that Mr Johnson had gotten a sexy chocolate
colored woman in bed, and I was harvesting the benefits.

   "You want it up your asshole?" I growled softy in her ear, but finding
my voice much lighter, with more tenor than I was used to.

   "If that's what you want, baby," the woman said.  "But you better boot
up, 'cause if you think my pussy is messy, you might find my asshole filthy
since I haven't been to the toilet yet this morning."

   A grim smile came over me, one she couldn't see.  I was going to
surprise her for sure.  "Perfect," I whispered.  "I want you filthy." And
probed my cock into the dark crevice she was offering to me.

   "What?" she asked as my cock slid smoothly into her shit-chute. 
Corn-holing was nothing new to this hot cunt.

   "Ahh!" I sighed, feeling the smooth snug muscled anal tube embrace the
length of my dick.  "Shit, girl, you know how to take a dick up your
asshole good.  This feels wonderful.'

   The woman stiffened, "You - you gonna ride my ass bearback.  You ain't
never done this before, Mr Johnson.

   "Do you mind it?" I asked.  "You want me to pull out?"

   "No," she said quickly.  "I love a hard prick up my asshole, but this
ain't like you at all.  Oh!-" she broke off her complaint as I nibbled on
the back of her neck.  She twisted her head about to get a look at me and
gasped in surprise when I kissed her hard and deep.  I could see her now.
She was not just black, she was ebony.  Her face wasn't clear in the
darkness, but I could tell she was pretty, with typical negroid features,
and all the more beautiful for that.  I ground deeper into her asshole and
leaned back to get a good angle for my prick up her ass.

   "Oh shit, you hot slut," I groaned.  "Your asshole is hot and tight and
full of shit."

   The woman gasped, "What is this?  You're all up in my asshole.  You
kissed me.  You never kiss.  You said you never kiss niggers."

   "I fuckin' lied then, didn't I," I groaned and began a deep rhyhmic fuck
into her bowels, feeling the shitty sludge squidge around my cock as I
intruded further up into her guts.  "Fuck, I love fucking your sweet hot
shit," I cried.

   "Shit!  Fuck!  God damn!" she squealed in sudden agreement and
encouragement.  "Fuck that ass, white man.  Fuck that shitty black
asshole."

   I kept my rhythm for a couple of minutes, thinking I would be able to
prolong this exquisite pleasure, but was suddenly surprised to find an
unstoppable build of a powerful orgasm take me over, "Can you cum from your
asshole?" I asked, trying to measure my orgasm, wanting her to cum too. 
"Fuck yes I can.  I'm paddling my pussy in time with your buttfuck.  I can
cum right now if you want."

   "Cum with me," I half asked, half demanded.  "I'm going to explode in
your shit."

   "Yes, you motherfucker," she groaned with an anal grunt.  "Cum in my
shit."

   I realized as I began pouring a flood of sperm into her shitter that I
was dealing with a whole new set of hormones and seminal reserves.  Despite
remembering cumming repeatedly a short time before in my own time frame,
this body had had the entire night to recuperate, and I was enjoying the
fuck out this woman's clenching, imploding and exploding orgasmic ass
tunnel.

   "Arrgh!" cried the black bitch as her asshole squeezing down on my dick
as if to shit me out.  "Cumming with my asshole!"

   "Fuck you," I moaned.  "Fuck your beautiful ass." and thrust in deep,
then I spilled out another splurge of man grease into her roiling shit.

   After several seconds of orgasmic thrills, she collapsed onto the bed,
"Oh, you ain't never made me cum before, Mr Johnson.  You never waited for
me.  You didn't even care.  What happened?" As she said this she shuddered
against me in an orgasmic aftershock.  I realized my cock was still hard,
still buried up her asshole.  She realized it too and squeezed my cock with
her anal muscles.

   "You aren't done yet?" she asked.  Then she laughed warmly.  "Maybe its
me who ought to be giving you a discount 'stead of the other way around?"

   "Discount?" I said, surprised.

   "Now don't be playin' that, Mr Johnson.  You promised me, if I let you
fuck me all night, you would help me out with the condition that I drain
that snake of yours."

   I grinned, "Ain't quite drained yet," I noted.

   She laughed warm and musically, then pressed her ass back onto my dick
again.  "does that mean you want another go up my butt or do you want me to
call Trisha in her to make sure you empty your balls for real." She
wriggled back against me again, teasing my hard dick to new levels of
desire.

   "Tricia?" I said, which she took as a statement instead of a question.

   "I thought so," she said knowingly.  "You got a taste for hot young
black pussy, the younger the better, they say.  I know you can't get enough
of Tricia's tight little cunt.  I think you might be addicted.  That child
may have ruined you for full grown women, except you just gave me a
butt-cumming fuck like I never dreamed of."

   "Hopefully, the first of many," I said playfully, figuring the man I was
replacing this time around was just as amoral as the plantation owner had
been.  He fucked his women and their little girls too.  I smiled hopefully.
This might turn out to be as enjoyable as the plantation experience,
although I wandered if the motherfucker whose body I had used on the
plantation would now reclaim it, and if he did, how he would react to
waking up with Sally.  Realizing that was something I could not control, I
looked at this woman's sparkling eyes.

   "Tricia!" she called.  "Get your black ass in here, and don't bother
covering it.  Mr Wilson wants to enjoy your sexy baby pussy this morning.

   A pubescent girl suddenly appeared in the doorway, turning on the bare
overhead light bulb of the room.  She leaned against the door frame and
took in the sight of her naked mother and me.  She was wearing nothing but
panties and had delightful little titty bumps, a body in the very
beginnings of girl-to-woman transformation and a pussy that pouched out
against her panties, the sweet crack forming a camel-toe.  A puzzled look
came across her face when she realized what was happening.

   "Momma?  is Mr Wilson fucking you up your ass?"

   "Lord yes, he is, Tricia girl," her mother said.  "And he took me raw
and bear back.  I got his cream all stirred up in my morning shit, and he's
still hard as a rock.  He needs some little girl pussy to get him right."

   Tricia grinned.  "Well, he better clean that thing off if he wants some
of my pussy," she quipped.  "I'll fuck him, but I don't want no shitty dick
in me." She turned her attention to me, thrusting out her pelvis a bit and
pursing her lips as if ready to kiss.  "You want me to get you a rubber? 
or a rubber and a wash cloth."

   Taking the girl's body fully in, I said, "Neither." Then I pulled my
cock out from the woman's sexy ass and let it stand hard, proud and shit
covered before the girl.  "I want you to use your mouth on me." I said.

   "Ugh!  No way," the girl responded, staring at my dirty dick and
practically gagging at the sight.  "Ain't no way I'm gonna stick a filthy
shit dick in my mouth."

   "Tricia!" yelled her mother.

   "Momma!  No.  Don't you see how dirty it is.  And it smells like dooky
too."

   "Course it smells like shit," the woman said.  "It's been all up in my
shit-hole.  'Sides, you know what we agreed on."

   "But Momma, he ain't never even tried to stick it up your asshole
before, and he always uses rubbers.  Now, all a' sudden he wants to get
nasty with us?"

   "Wait!  wait!  wait!" I interrupted, trying to realign myself with this
new situation, realizing my mind-set was still sometime in the mid-1800's
while I was now alive sometime in the 20th century.  I tried to recoup. 
"I'm sorry.  It's my fault.  I was just getting carried away because
fucking your asshole felt so good.  I love how dirty is it and I took the
shit game too far."

   The woman stared at Tricia and said, "See!  See what you done!"

   "Never mind," I said.  "Just point me to to the bathroom and I'll clean
myself up." I would have added that I would head home, but I had no idea
where that was.

   The mother looked at Trisha with consternation and sighed heavily.

   "Girl," she said.  "This was our one chance, and you just ruined it."

   "Whoa, don't fret.  Trishia didn't ruin anything," I said.  "She's too
young for this stuff anyway.  I was just misunderstanding our
relationship."

   "See?" said the mother.  "We make him happy, and he might could have
helped us out.  We didn't get a "I'll Do it," you little cunt.  All we got
was an "I'll see." Mr Johnson's 'I'll see' is a lot like the guarantee's we
get on the radio.  They don't count till we see the money.  And you just
fucked up the money, little girl."

   "I wouldn't say that," I said.  "I just have to get my bearings this
morning.  I was carried away with you and was taking it further than it
should go, that's all.  The deal with the shoes still goes."

   The woman sighed heavily.

   "I'm sorry, Momma." Trish said, then added.  "It wasn't just about
shoes, this time, was it?"

   "No," she said.  "It was about shoes and rent and groceries too.  I'd
been working on Mr Robert for the past month to get him ready.  Tonight was
supposed to the proof he could get anything he wanted and needed with us.
I'd even get my girlfriends to help if he wanted.  But all he wanted was
you and me, however and whatever he thought to try with us.  "Now, we back
to the beginning.  Discounts on motherfucking shoes."

   I just shrugged, not knowing what else to say or do without
incriminating myself.

   "I - uh -- won't commit or comment either way," I said, thinking I
landed in the middle of a mind game between the man I looked like and this
woman with a plan, which may have included Trish as the sacrificial lamb.
"Anyway, point me to the toilet and I'll take care of myself."

   "No!" declared the young girl, suddenly determined to make good on her
mother's promise.  "I can do it.  You want me to take care of your dirty
dick, I can do that.  You done fucked my pussy ever since I was nine.  If
you take care of my Momma and me like Momma said, I'll do anything you
want."

   I opened my mouth but nothing came out, suddenly realizing this was more
of a long term business relationship than any sort of romance.  Moreover,
my raging cock went flaccid as a limp washcloth.

   "Damn," I said.  "This just doesn't feel right at all." And it didn't.
My perfidy on the plantation fit into the overall scheme of things there,
and seemed to be leading to a laudable conclusion.  Here, I felt I
inhabited the body of the worst kind of humans.  He fucked his women, but
hated the pussies he fucked.  He lusted after young girls, but treated them
as callously as he did his women.  I never felt guilty with the little
girls on the plantation.  I couldn't say the same for this young girl.

   "No," I said, and started clambering out of the bed, and was met with a
flurry of little girl angst.  She used the blast of her full body weight
and the advantage of leverage to force me back onto the bed.

   "You stay there!" she ordered.

   I surprised both Trisha and her mother by breaking into laughter.  My
attempt at valor was to be undone so definitely by a young girl trying to
make up for her honest upset over being asked to do something repugnant to
her.

   She was on my chest now, her dark brown thighs straddling my face.  "How
you want it?" She said.  You want me to just suck your dick, or do you want
me give you a full tongue bath?  or what?"

   I looked up into her eyes, catching a glimpse of her sweet dark pussy
crack between her spread legs.

   "Just suck my dick," I said honestly.

   "What?" she fairly shrieked.  "That's what you want?  You want me to
suck you're dirty dick clean, swallow Momma's nasty shit?"

   "Exactly," I admitted.  "I understand if you don't want to, but if you
will, I want to suck your cunt at the same time."

   "My pussy?  You want to lick my pussy?"

   "Very very much," I admitted.  I want to taste your juice and make you
cum while I cum in your mouth.

   Suddenly the child's mother intervened.  "Trisha, you in for a real
treat.  Mr Johnson eat my pussy and my ass this morning.  I 'bout shit in
his face when he did that."

   I looked at her and said, "Damn, if I had known that I would have made
it last a little longer."

   Trisha looked down at me, "Well, if you gonna make me eat shit, maybe
I'll feed you mines while you suck my pussy.  Would you like that?"

   "Trisha!" cried her mother.  "You can't talk to Mr Johnson like that."

   "Please talk to me like that," I interrupted the woman.  "There's
nothing I want as much as to see the shit roll out of your asshole and into
my mouth while I pump my sperm into your mouth."

   Trisha laughed.  "I'll do it then," she said.

   Thinking I was about to really screw up this man's mean-hearted life as
well as th is child's sexual perceptions, I said, "You do that, pretty
darlin', and I can change my 'I'll see' into an 'I will' with a "right now"
to verify it.  She smiled down at me while I smiled up at her, then she
stood up, pulled off her panties and revealed a still hairless pussy.

   "You say I've been fucking you since you were nine," I said.  "How old
are you now?"

   "Eleven," she answerd.  "I ain't had my womanhood yet, so I'm still
counted as a child.  And they all say you love to fuck little nigger girls
before they start to bleed.  They say you say you ain't never going to
father no nigger babies even if you fuckin' all the women who show up in
your shop without panties, discountin' your shoes thirty percent if they
give up their pussy, and not wearin' panties is the signal they willin' and
ready to negotiate."

   "Your momma negotiated good," I nodded at her mother.

   "Momma is always good at negotiating like that.  She negotiates rent
sometimes, and sometimes our 'lectric bill.  Sometimes even groceries."

   "But I ain't no whore," announced her mother.  "I may give up some pussy
to get along, but I don't take it out to the bars or on the street like so
many bitches do."

   I felt a chagrin come over me.  I was taking advantage of women in
distress and need.  "I must do really good business around the holidays," I
chided myself.

   "You certainly do," chuckled Trisha's mom, even as Trisha turned so I
saw her cute plump black ass descend down onto my face.

   With the sudden heat and light shit odor of her ass enveloping me, I
forgot any guilt and sighed "Oh please yes.  " Good intentions and any
errant attempts at nobility would have to wait.  My dick was thinking for
me, as were my tastebuds, and my eyes.  "You are so fucking beautiful
little girl," I groaned and heard the girl giggle as her pussy settled onto
my face.  I used my hands on her ass to manipulate her genetalia into
position and took a long swipe from the budd of her dark asshole, up the
length of her slightly open cunt to the little nubbin of her clitoris.

   "Oh!" she gasped.

   "What I tell you," chuckled Trisha's mom.  "You want me to leave the two
of you alone?" she asked.  "Always before, you liked to do your business
with Trichia in private."

   I pushed Trishia's sweet cunt off my face and said.  "Whatever you
want," I said.  "I've had a change of heart.  If you stay you can give
Trishia guidance, but I can understand if you don't want to see her be
despoiled like this."

   Trishia's mome laughed.  "Despoil the little bitch all you want.  She's
gonna fuck somebody.  Might as well be somebody who can help her out.  If
you don't mind, I'd love to stay.  I'm playing with my pussy while you eat
her out anyway, and I do want to see if you really gonna eat her shit while
you cum down her throat."

   "Just watch then," I said and pulled the child's sex back onto my face.
She had yet to touch my dirty dick while I began licking at her little girl
cunt.  She seemed to have forgotten everything but the sensations I was
giving her with my sucking mouth and my fluttering tongue.  I drilled my
tongue up into her snug little cunt and tasted her arousal.  I growled and
moaned into her pussy, then began lapping at her tiny button of a clit as
it came out of hiding from her clitoral hood and welcomed my attentions.

   "Ohhhh!  Oh!  Oh!" the little girl crooned.  "I didn't know it could
feel this good.  I ain't never had my pussy licked like this."

   "Well, like Mr Johnson says, I hope it's just the first of many to
come," her mother said, then I felt a mouth cover my dick without any
hesitation and start sucking and lapping at the shitty covering.

   "Oh!  Momma!  You're eating your own shit!" cried the child, and ground
down onto my face, then demanded.  "Let me have some!" she cried, and I
felt the open cavern of her mother's mouth replaced the by the smaller more
toothy mouth of the child.  As she sucked me I moaned wordlessly up her
honey sweet cunt.  I fucked her pussy tunnel with my tongue than swiped at
her clit, and then surprised her by raising my mouth up between the crack
of her plump little girl ass-cheeks and sucked and licked, then probed and
forced my oral digit up into her asshole.

   "Ohhhhh!" she moaned.  I was now more relaxed.  I had feared this would
be a forced act on the part of the girl, and I would have hated that.  But
now that she was a willing participant I gloried in her budding sexuality.
She was enjoying my tongue fucking and was well on her way to the sweet
all-consuming sensation of orgasmic delight.  Her juices, which has started
so sparsely, were now flowing copiously.  I was building the erotic tension
to a climax she would long remember, as would I.  I didn't give a damn if
this were a dream or a time shifting reality.  I loved eating out this
little girl, just as I had loved fucking her mother up her dirty asshole.

   "Oh!  You tell me when you gonna come," groaned the child.  "When you
start to cum, I'm gonna cum and shit at the same time."

   "Uhnhgh!" I groaned in joy.  I was a nasty pervert of a man, but I knew
my pleasures, and was always delighted when I found someone who shared
them. In this case the little girl wanted to cum and shit at once.  My
libido thrived on that.

   As I concentrated on taking the child up the climax mountain peak, she
was doing her best to guide me along the same path.  She moaned and groaned
her pleasure to a more intense height as she sucked and fucked the head of
my cock with her mouth.  At the same time I was indeed becoming addicted to
the secretions of her little girl cunt.  I wanted more and more.  I also
heard her mother chanting, "Fuck your nigger, Mr Johnson.  Fuck Trishia
right and she'll be your little nigger girl forever."

   We all have triggers, and that was mine.  "I'm gonna cum!" I groaned
beneath little trishia's cunt and she spasmed in sympathetic joy.  A flow
of pussy juice exploded into my mouth.

   "Now!" she screamed.  I'm gonna shit while I cum for you.  Just for
you."

   And as her cum hit her, and as she gulped down my sperm in time with her
own orgasm, I latched my mouth onto her asshole and sucked hard as her
sweet dark hole pooched out, opened and a trail of greasy shit roiled out
of her guts, out of her asshole and into my hungry mouth.  I gulped down
the acrid waste and grunted, choked and groaned as it overflowed my mouth
and covered my cheeks.  Still I determinedly swallowed mouthful after
mouthful of her little girl shit.  I gagged, but gave the motherfucker's
body I now inhabited no mercy.  I loved this shit, and so would he.

   "He's eatin' your shit, baby!" cried her mother as she joined us in our
orgasm.  "Mr Johnson's eatin' your shit like it was his favorite meal!"

   "Yessss!" crowed the child.  "I love shittin' while I cum.  I wanna shit
like this every thiem I cum!"

   Fuck, I guess I've ruined her now, I chastised myself, but reminded
myself that she had been sexually active for years already.  I came too
late to ruin her...but I was always one to combine sexual perversion and
soul saving when I had the opportunity.

   I was still gagging and fighting to swallow when the little girl raised
her ass from my face.

   "Oh fuck," I sputtered.  "That was beautiful."

   "It was nasty," gasped Tricia in turn, "But I liked it.  I ain't never
cum that good before."

   "Me either," said the black woman who was Tricia's mother.  As the
morning light grew and brought her features into clrity, I saw she was a
young woman herself.  If Tricia was 11, her mother was still in her early
twenties.  I recalled an old saw, babies having babies.  This was one of
those situations.

   I stared at Tricia's mother and realized I was covered with her
daughter's shit.  I figured I might as well see how far the bitch would go.

   "Kiss me, baby," I said.  "Come see how your little girl's shit tastes.

   "Oh!" sighed the woman in a kind of wilful submission and fell upon me.
She began kissing, licking and swallowing Tricia's shit from my face.  In
between she gasped.  "You gonna do it, Mr Robert.  You gonna help me with
my rent and groceries and lights and shoes too?"

   I dropped back onto the bed, now fully satiated, gratified and depleted
and said.  "Yes, but will you walk me to the shop this morning?" I was
taking a chance, figuring that they were within walking distance of the
shop and that there would be some cash on hand there to see them through
the immediate future.

   "Course we will," smiled the woman.  "If its okay, we'll try on some
shoes and get that loan you promised at the same time."

   "Sounds great to me," I smiled.  "But now I really do need to use your
bathroom to clean up.  You lovely young ladies have given me everything I
could ever hope for, but I need to get to work.

   "Course, Mr Johnson.  I know how you always want to get to the shop
early."

   "Thanks," I said, and let little Tricia guide me to the toilet where I
cleaned and tidied up.  The mother even brought me my clothes, freshly
pressed and I could see a bit about the time I was living in, if not where.
The shirt was starched white with a bow tie and roomy slacks with
suspenders on them.  The tie was broad and garish with pink and black
stripes.  When I looked in the mirror I was surprised to see I was now a
red head, with close-cropped hair, a very light complexion and a wirely,
lean body.  I cleaned my teeth with some tooth powder I found on the sink,
ushing my finger as a toothbrush, the soap I used was a bar of Lifebuoy. 
There was no shower, just a tub for baths, so I gave myself a sponge bath.
Just as I was about to get dressed the door swung open and Tricia bounced
in, wearing a dress just below the knees and said, "Sorry, I need to wee,"
and sat down on the stool.  She looked at me mischieviously and said "Wanna
watch?"

   "Please, yes," I answered and knelt down as she raised her skirt and
began squirting out a strong clear drizzle of girl piss.

   "Oh my," I sighed.  "I'm getting suddenly thirsty."

   "You gonna drink my pee?" she teased.

   I sighed, "Not right now, I just brushed my teeth, but I promise to
later if you let me.  I would love to drink down all your sweet pee, then
eat your pussy till you came, and then fuck the shit out of you?"

   "The shit?  Again?" she grinned a lovely white smile.

   "Well, I do like your shit, Tricia, but I was more thinking about
cumming up into your little girl cunt next time.  Would that be okay?"

   "Of course it's okay," she said happily, then a thoughtful look came
across her face.  "Why all a sudden you want to stop using rubbers?"

   "Mainly because I want you, not just a cum," I admitted.  "From now on,
when I fuck you, I want to feel everything."

   "You changed, Mr Stephanie.  And you did it overnight?  Really
overnight."

   "I know," I bluffed.  "But that's the way this stuff works.  It hits you
all of a sudden how you're wasting this wonderful opportunity to love and
fuck and enjoy beautiful girls like you and your Momma."

   The child made a funny face at me then reached for the toilet tissue
sitting on the bowl on the back of the stool.

   "Let me do that," I said and she put her hands back on her dress and
pulled it up high, speading her shapely legs wide for me.  This time I
knelt and lapped at her pussy again, now tasting the tart salty flavor of
her fresh piss.

   "Oh," she sighed in enjoyment as I teased at her pretty little pussy,
and laved at her over-sensitized clit, giving it a gentle loveing suckle,
but once the pee flavor was gone I stood back up, raised my brow rakishly
and said, "More later?"

   "Promise?" she asked.

   "Promise," I agreed.

   She then slid from the bathroom and I got dressed.  Once ready, I
stepped out of the door and walked back to the bedroom.  I found a
spit-shined pair of florsheims by the bed with socks in them and slid them
on.  I carefully negotiated my way into the living room where Tricia and
her mother were sitting, waiting for me.  They were both all smiles and
seemed very surprised when I embraced each of them and gave them a gentle
tongue kiss to start the day, saying "Good Morning," to each of them.  They
both seemed nervous, but happy about that.  Then the the two girls and I
exited the house and headed down the street.  I was surprised to see that
they did not lock their doors.  Definitely another time and another place I
noted to myself.

   The walk to work was tricky.  I had to let them guide me without letting
them know I didn't know the way.  But luckily the shop was only a few
blocks away and I quickly found my keys to the door in my front pocket.  I
also found a set of house keys and a set of car keys.

   "Shit," I groaned to myself.  "I need help fast," but putting my anxiety
back in the little room where it belonged I stepped into the shop and
looked around with the girls beside me.

   "Why don't you two look for the shoes you want and I'll check the
cashbox.  I headed over to the counter and looked around.  I found an
archaic (to me) mechanical cash register and figured out how to open the
cash drawer.  In it I found what had to be the proceeds of the previous few
days.  The bills were quite old.  I quickly realized this was
pre-depression.  Sometime before the crash of '29."

   I thought, Damn, I wish I knew this woman's name.  Instead I said,
"Darlin', about how much cash are we talking about?"

   The woman turned and looked at me with a hopeful smile.  She bit her
lower lip and said "Bout 150 dollars all together."

   I smiled at her.  "I think that's reaching a bit, but never mind.  If
you promise to use it to pay all your bills, I'll see what we've got here."
I began tallying up the cash in the drawer, then I thought to lift up the
tray, and sure enough I found more than enough cash to meet the woman's
request.

   I counted out 150 dollars and carried it over to her.  I smiled again,
"Call me a fool, but any ladies who are willing to do what you two have
done to please me deserve all my respect and affection." And held out the
cash to the woman.

   She lit uplike the proverbial Christmas tree and threw her arms around
me, kissed my cheeks, then my mouth and let me have her sweetened tongue
like it was mine to own.

   "Mr Johnson, you done saved me and Tricia.  I was sure I was goin' to
have to put both of us out on the street, but this covers everthing." Then
she gave me full body contact, pressing her groin tight to me and said,
"You done saved us, Mr Robert.  Anything you want from either of us, me or
my baby, you can have."

   Tricia came skipping over and added, "And you don't have to give me no
money for my pusssy if you want to fuck me.  I'm your little nigger girl
anytime, Anyway.  Any how."

   I grinned like the fool I probably was and sighed.  "O,h how I wish you
were telling me the truth, girls, because I need some help right now, and I
don't have anywhere to turn."

   "Don't you worry, Mr.  Johnson.  Anything you need, I'll do it,"
promised the woman.

   "We'll do it," agreed Tricia.

   I looked at both of them.  I thought for a minute.  Then I said, "First
of all, I need to know both of your full names."

   They both looked at me like I was crazy.  "You know our names, Mr. 
Robert."

   "I know, but I want your full names.  Both of you."

   The woman stared at me for a moment, a light dawning in her eyes that I
didn't quite understand, then she said softly and evenly, "I'm Joanette
Ethaline Clark.  Tricia's full name is Tricia Patricia Clark."

   I grinned at Tricia, who explained.  "Patricia's my grandma's name, but
Momma didn't want to name me that cause she knowed ever'body would be
callin' me Tricia anyways, so she made my first name Tricia."

   "Clever," I said.  Then said, "Thanks, That acutally helps a lot.  Now,
would you mind dropping by at closing time?  I've got things to do but I
need to talk to you some more about our arrangement."

   "We gonna have an arramgement?" asked Joanette.  "I just figured you'd
fuck us when you wanted."

   I laughed lightly.  "I'd like that, but I need more.  I need a real
relationship in my life now, I'd be very happy if we could make this
something more than a - fucking relationship."

   Again, that look that told me I was crazy from Tricia, but a different
look was coming over Joanette.  "I think I understand."

   It was my turn to look at Joanette with suspicion.  And a light started
dawning for me too.  Joanette had taken extraordinary measures to get on
my-I mean, Mr Robert's-good side.  I nodded.

   "I see," I said.  "Then come back at--closing time.  Will you?"

   "We will," answered Joanette, now suddenly serious.  Then she whispered
in my ear, "I'm sorry.  I really needed your help."

   "I know," I said and let her arms fall from me.  I smiled again.  "But
there are always consequences.  Seems like I'm your consequence."

   Joanette backed away from me slightly, licked her lips, then smiled
again.  "If my consequence is you truning into a nice man who knows how to
use his dick and sucks pussy, I'm happy for it."

   "We'll talk more later," I said.

   The two girls happily tried on about a dozen pairs of shoes each before
deciding on their respective preferred pair of shoes.  Joanette chose some
"fuck me" high heels and Tricia chose some shiny leather flats that made
her feet look like little pixie shoes.  I smiled them out of the door and
took an opportunity to look around the shop, checking invoices and papers,
licenses and receipts.

   I gathered quickly that I was now Robert Jonah Johnson and was located
in Chicago, circa 1927.  I owned this shop and lived several blocks away,
presumably in an all white neighborhood.  I provided high quality shoes,
but evidently had a huge mark-up that I would negotiate down to 30, 40 or
even 50 percent.  Even with that huge discount, I still made significant
profit.  I had a captive clientele it seemed.  They couldn't get this
quality of shoes anywhere near.  I also evidenntly paid "protection" to the
mob, but that was no surprise given the time and place.  This kept my shop
safe from any kind of violence.

   I sighed heavily.  I wasn't sure I was ready for this.  Then I noticed a
little diner opening across the street and suddenly felt ravenously hungry.
I checked my wallet, found it loaded with cash and slipped out of the shop,
locking it, then across the street.  I stepped in and a little bell
sounded. A few black faces turned to look at me, most of whom nodded in
acknowledgment, though there were a couple of sour looks from knowing angry
men.  I smiled, said "Morning all," and walked to an unocupied booth by the
window.  I hadn't been sitting for more than a minute when a big balding
black man in an apron came over.

   "Mornin' Mr Johnson.  Coffee, eggs and toast?  Your usual."

   "Yes, please, but this time could you make the eggs well done....and do
you happen to have any hash browns and gravy?" hoping against hope that in
this time, I could get authentic hash browns and gravy the way my granpa
used to brag about.

   "Sure, sir.  You want them all separated?" as if knowing the answer
before asking.

   "Not today.  Could I have them all in a stack, with the gravy on top."

   The man looked at me with more than a little surprise.  I was
undoubtedly breaking type, but then I figured it was unlikely to do much
harm.

   "Yes sir, coming right up," he answered and was on his way.

   I sat and looked out the window at the passsing traffic of, what was to
me, a by-gone era.  There was a lot of foot traffic as well.  A street car
ran down the street as well.  The people dressed in everything from rags to
the most formal of clothes.

   After a time, the big black man returned, carrying a heaping plate of
food that smelled like heaven.  He sat down the plate with a bottle of hot
sauce.

   "There you are, Mr Johnson," he grinned.

   I smiled back, remembering the name over the diner and said, "Thanks,
Jake." Then, glancing around, I said, "Looks like another busy day."

   "Yes sir," Jake agreed.  "Business has improved a lot since you set up
your shop across the street.  The women all come out to shop for shoes and
eat at Jakes.  Good for both of us."

   "You're right," I agreed.  "But I'm thinking of making some changes,
maybe increase business even more."

   "I don't know about that," Jake said.  "If it ain't broke, ain't no need
to fix it." Then a big knowing grin spread across his broad black
countenance.  Then he added, "'Sides, I been thinking of sending my girls
over to your shop.  I think they'd love the discounts you gives them."

   Not knowing if he knew the conditions of my shops dicount policy, I said
nothing but smiled back, then shrugged.  "Well, Jake.  When you're right,
you're right.  Maybe I shouldn't do anything to mess up what is a proven
success."

   "Good to hear," Jake saidl.  "I'll be sending my girl over with her two
girls today or tomorrow.  Give them the best deal you can.  I'm sure
they'll all cooperate with you.  I done told them to."

   "Ah...my pleasure," I answered, not knowing just how much he might know.
Grinning to himself, he left me to address another customer and I ate my
breakfast and pondered just what my next actions would be.  The meal was
filling and satisfying.  The coffee ran through me and I now needed to
piss. I went into my wallet and waved to Jake.  "How much I owe you, Jake?"
I asked.

   "Your money ain't no good here, Mr.  Johnson.  Just consider it a
courtesy from a fellow business man across the street an ' remember it when
my girls come in."

   "I promise I will," I answered "And make sure to remind them to tell me
they're your daughters.  I'll make sure to give them special attention."

   Jake grinned and a nasty glint came into his eye.  "I just bet you will,
Mr Johnson.  And don't you worry none." He leaned in closer and whishpered,
"I done broke my girls in right and proper.  They knows how to show their
appreciation for a good pair of shoes." So grinning, he stepped back and I
stood up, shook his hand and wondered if there were any other eating
establishemenins in the area I might find a meal at.  I then noticed a
thin, wiry man fiddling with the door to the shop.  His hair was slicked
back and he wore a striped business suit.

   I quickly trotted back across the street and stepped up behind him.

   "Morning," I offered to him.

   "Morning, Bob," he answered in a wise-guy voice.  "What's up with
locking up the joint.  I couldn't get in."

   "Sorry," I apologized and he gave me an odd look as if that was not a
word that usually came from my lips.  "I was having breakfast."

   "I know," said the wise guy wannabe.  "But I need to set up the special
room.  You clean up after yourself last night?" When I didn't answer, he
grimaced and said, "I didn't think so."

   I sighed and shrugged, not knowing what else to say or do.

   "You enjoy your job?" I said, testing the likelihood of this being my
one employee in the shop.

   "You have to ask?" he laughed.  "We buy the imperfects, closeouts and
overstocks of brand name shoes, charge 20 per cent more than the retail
price, then, if one of the black bitches shows up without panties, its our
cue she's willing to trade some pussy for a twenty to forty percent
discount.  We still make a big profit, get all the cunt we can handle and
go home at night as gentlemen in proper society.  I mean, I know its just
nigger cunt, but it keeps us cooled when we date the hoity-toity cunts who
act like a feel is equal to a marraige propsal."

   He laughed derisively.  I just nodded.  I felt uncomfortable, and
decided I didn't much like my staff.

   I smiled a phony smile and opened the door.  My salesman stepped in,
walked to the back and I heard him curse, than start to clean up the area.
I walked back the register and started digging around, looking for clues
about myself.

   A little bell suddenly sounded and in walked a mother and two young
girls.

   I tried to play my role.  "Good morning, ladies.  Looking for some new
shoes?"

   The lady was striking.  She was light and wore a dress that looked like
something from the movies.  More like a flapper than a sophisticate.  Her
hair had been straightened and makeup was unecessary.  Her skin was smooth
and unblemished.  She looked like a young black Audrey Hepburn.  Forever
young, as they say.  The girls wore short skirts and white blouses with
thick ornate beeded jackets.

   She said softly, "My name is Julia.  My father is Jake from across the
street.  He told me I could 'negotiate' a discount for me and my girls."

   "You certainly can," I said with admiration.  I offered, "Please feel
free to look around.  Let me know if you need any help."

   As Julia started perusing the shoe displayd, I started talking to the
girls.  "Hi!  What's your names." I asked.

   "Marian," said the oldest.  Much more softly, the youngest answered,
"Frida."

   "Wow!" I said.  "Thers are pretty names.  And perfect for such lovely
girls." Both children smiled.  I tried to follow-up.  "How old are you?" I
asked.

   "Eight," answered Marian"

   "Six," said the youngest.

   I kept feeding the superlatives and saw their mother raise her eyes from
a pair of expensive looking high-heels.  "What grades are you in?" Thinking
that was the next obvious question.

   I was surprised to hear Marian say, "We don't go to no school.  Momma
teaches us at home."

   "Oh?" I said surprised.

   Their mother broke in and said, "Why don't you measure their feet.  I'm
sure we need to check their shoe sizes."

   I smiled as warmly as I could to her and said, "Of course.  My
pleasure." I quickly grabbed the Brannock foot measurer and knelt in front
of Marian.  I caught Julia nodding to the girls and each of them hiked up
their skirts in an obvious ploy and spread their plump little legs wide to
reveal their respective hairless pussies to my gaze.  I caught my breath.
Evidently the girls had been schooled before they got there.  "Fuck," I
breathed softly and my mouth stayed open as I stared at their prepubescent
cunts.  "So pretty."

   Both little girls giggled and their mother stepped over to me, "You
interested?  Daddy says you go razy over baby girl pussy.  My little girls
both need new shoes and I don't have enough money to pay for them."

   I looked up to the woman, "Not just baby girls," I said, feeling my cock
harden.  "May I measure your feet as well?"

   She smiled down at me, pursed her lips and sat down beside Frida.  She
intentionally raised her skirt even higher, and opened her long shapely
legs to display a full view of her shaved naked cunt.  Open and moist. 
Ready.

   I licked my lips, cleared my throat, then said, "Ma'am, I would love to
give you my best discount...."

   The woman interrupted me, "Plese call me Julia," she siad softly.

   "Well, Julia," I siad.  "I don't think I can afford to negotiate with
you."

   "What?"

   "Julia, from what I can see, I don't have enough shoes in this store to
match what I'm seeing.  This much sweetness deserves an engagement ring, a
new house and a whole new wardrobe.  I can't even begin to offer that...I
don't think I can, anyway."

   "That's what negotiations are for, right?" she acknowledged.  "Besides,
Daddy told me to treat you extra nice."

   "Hell," I groaned still staring into the sweet wetness of Julia's
inviting cunt.  "Either Jake likes me a lot or must have some ulterior
motives."

   "He ain't nice," Frida interjected.  "So it must be plans."

   "He's not nice?" I asked Julia.

   "He's nice enough to people he does business with," Julia said cooly,
closing her legs and crossing them.  " But he thinks its his right to beat
his offspring any time and any way he wants.

   Julia had said this without any real expression.  Just as a matter of
fact.

   I said.  "I don't know if I like that."

   "Me neither," added Marian with a frown.  "He fucked my pussy on my last
birthday and it hurt bad."

   I nodded noncommitally.  I'd heard of the cultural practice she
described, the father enjoying first rights to a daughter's sex, but
hearing little Marian's reaction made me think that it might not be such a
good idea.  It also lowered my opinion of Jake a bit.  Be that ias it may,
I figured if I could get out of this with a focus on being a good neighbor
doing what was good for business, all concerned would be happy.  At least
that what I thought.

   "How about you, Julia?  How do you feel about your father's "rite of
passage" for your girls?"

   "I don't think much about it at all," she said.  "Happened to me and all
three of my sisters.  Happened to Marian.  We all still here."

   "I'm sorry," I said, checking the shoe size of the high heels Julia had
chosen against the size of her slender shapely foot.  I stole another look
at her smooth open pussy.  I said, "I understand.  It's not any of my
business."

   Looking down into my eyes, Julia said, "Why?  you want to make it your
business?"

   "I'm curious," I admitted.  "I would like to know more."

   Keeping on the pressure, Julia asked, "How about our discounts?"

   I looked up and smiled.  "How do you usually handle your discounts" Then
got up and headed to the back storage area to see if I could find her shoe
size.

   "What do you mean?  This is our first time in your shop.  All we know is
if I'm willing to negotiate, both for me and my girls, you'll give us a
really good deal on some new shoes."

   I tried to kick my brain, or the brain of this shoe salesman into gear.
Suddenly I got it.  I said loudly as I concentrated on the shoe racks,
looking for the brand, then model, and then size of the shoe she had
selected.

   "I'll tell you what.  As a one time offer, I'll give you a fifty
per-cent discount without any further negotiations, as a courtesy to your
father.  If you're happy with the shoes, the next time you visit we'll see
....  well, we'll just see."

   I figured if I did this without a visit to the room the salesman had
disappeared into I might win this woman's good will and avoid getting
myself involved in a dysfunction that even felt nasty for me.

   "How about this?  as a gesture of good will, I'll give each of you a
pair of shoes at no cost.  No negotiations or discounts required."

   Julia frowned at me and said, "Your offer is very generous, but I don't
know.  Seems almost like you're looking for a way out, like you don't trust
us.  You think we're trying to trick you?"

   I looked down into Julia's big brown eyes.  They were intense and
intelligent.  She had that lovely child like face some black women have
that stay with them all the way into middle age.  But her mind was
something else.  It was calculating, but even that was a mask.  In her eyes
I saw something else.  It might have been despair or fear or a hidden
passion that was seeking gratification.

   "Julia," I said softly and took on the boldness of the man who might
just have a chance at some new hot pussy, and I said, "I don't know what
your father told you, but I think you already know how to get whatever you
want from a man.  I could see myself falling in love with you, and that is
very very dangerous.  I really think its in my own best interest to take
this slow."

   A beautiful big smile slowly spread across Julia's young face.  "You
could be right.  Mens do like to fall in love with me, but I don't fall so
easy.  I got my girls to look after, and my Daddy is a hard man to handle.
He likes what he likes and I got to work hard to keep him off my babies."

   "You fuck him then?" I asked.

   "I fuck him," Julia said flatly, "And then I fuck men who appeal to me.
There ain't that many, and they usually don't stay around too long.  I
either get bored or Daddy scares them off." Her face was now so close to me
I could almost feel her soft full lips on mine.  "I like what I like too,
and if a man don't want to eat my pussy, I don't have much use for him. 
Ain't that many niggers want to eat a pussy."

   "Does your father eat you out?" I asked.

   "No," she said.  "He likes to get his dick sucked, but he don't return
no favors.  Not for me, not even for little girls.  Our first taste of dick
is like our first fuck.  It ain't much fun." She eyes took on a
confidential shine.  "Daddy's a selfish sonofabitch.  You selfish, Mr. 
Johnson?"

   I studied her face.  She was a woman who needed to be wooed, who needed
to play flirtatious games.  She wasn't virginal.  She would fuck, but if a
man was willing to put in the time and effort, she would put out and make
him feel special in the process.  I could see this.  What's more, I wanted
this.  Without thinking, I said, "Damn.  If I could just trust you, you
would be perfect."

   "Why you need to trust me?" she asked.  "Long as I take care of your
needs and you take care of ours, why you need to trust me more than that?"

   It was my turn to smile.  "Under normal circustances, that is more than
enough."

   "But....why?" Julia intoned softly, deciding this was good time to bring
me into the fold.  She draped her arms around my neck and brushed my lips
softly with hers.

   I breathed in her scent and found that it combined her perfume, fresh
scrubbed soap and the sifted scent of her arousal rising up to me.

   "I want you," I said desperately, "but you're as fucked up as me.  Not
on the surface.  You seem to handle this shit well, but you've got more
complications than even I could imagine.  And believe me, I have some weird
fucking complications.  Mixing them together woulld be like creating a
chemical explosion."

   "Tell me about them while you undress me.  Tell me everything and I'll
tell you everything.  I'll tell you why I don't leave Daddy.  I'll tell you
why I need your white dick buried in my pussy while you cum up inside me.
I'll tell you why I'll let my children get fucked in their mouths, assholes
and baby cunts by their grandfather, and why I want you to do the same. 
And you can tell me why you ain't you anymore."

   I froze.  She knew.  I didn't know how, but she knew something and I
needed to know what that was.

   "How do you know that?" I asked.

   Julia smiled again and kissed me with an open mouth and questing tongue.
"Cause I got ol' Mammy Liza to mix up yo' breakfast yesterday, and your
lunch, and your dinner.  Don't you know you never let any of your customers
take you home, you never listened to their sad stories or made any special
arrangements.  When Daddy decided he wanted some mulatto pussy to break in,
he told me to make the arrangements with you.  He likes you, or the you you
was.  He thinks you two are more or less the same.  Good businessmen with
no conscious.  He told me to go to Ol' Liza and get some potions and stuff,
to make you fall in love with me, but when Liza started telling me what she
could do, she told me an old story about how her great-great-grandmother
had made a potion that threw out a demon of a slave master and brought in
her lover husband and they changed history.  I decided I wanted that.  That
same magic, not just some love potion that made you mad for my pussy.  That
would get boring, and I hate being bored.  This....she paused and kissed me
again.  This ain't boring."

   I laughed derisively then cried out "Fuck!" Then I stood up, kissed
Julia's face, lips and forehead.  "You just did the same thing Anna did. 
Or you had it done.  Fuck, Liza is probably my great-great-great-grand
daaughter herself."

   "What?" queried the girl.  "You mean you're the slave master who married
the withchy woman from long ago?"

   "No, I'm the guy who replaced the slave master.  The last thing I
remember is falling asleep in the arms of a little slave girl named Little
Sally, and this morning I woke up ready to fuck Joanette...." I looked into
Julia's big little girl eyes...."and her daughter, Tricia."

   I stared at Julia.

   "Damn, girl!" was all I could say.  "Well, at least I know how I got
here."

   Julia furrowed her smooth black brown.  "You really believe that."

   "I fucking know that," I said, now feeling free to be myself.  "Oh,
there's more," I said, "I'm really David Conrad from the next fucking
century and have a wonderful little Polynesian wife who may now be sleeping
with this crazy motherfucker who has no idea how to please a woman.  I just
hope she feeds him a belly full of piss when he wakes up, and if he tries
to get rough I hope she breaks his neck."

   Julia was now the one who was surprised, something I wasn't sure was
even possible, but then she shrugged.  "You're complicated alright." But
then she said.  "So does this mean you want to fuck me or not."

   I grinned.  "Oh I still want to fuck you alright, but I also want you to
be my confidante and parnter.  I need help, guidance and a woman with a
good brain and open mind....and who doesn't mind when she finds out I'm
sucking her daughter's pussy."

   "Oh, you still intend to seduce my little girls too?" she asked, but
with a air of mischievousness.

   "If I can get away with it," I admitted.

   "You can get away with it," she whispered softly in my ear then probed
her tongue inside it.  "They were going to get fucked anyway.  At least
this way they'll get a chance to enjoy it a little.  I'll even help," she
whispered and kissed me again.  This time we melted together properly, my
dick hardening with each hormonal release, pressing against her as I held
her tight.  "You free me from that old black man and I'll help you fuck
them and anyone else you want."

   "Whose the one without a conscience now?" I asked.

   "My consciense is about saving my girl's futures, not their pussies. 
You save their baby cunts from being ripped up and hurt like mine was, I'll
do just about anything you want."

   I grabbed her ass and pulled her tight to me.  "I love it when a woman
says things like that to me."

   "I mean it," she insisted.

   I loosened my grip on her rounded ass a bit and said.  "You have no idea
what you may be agreeing to," I said.

   "Why," she asked.  "You one of those guys who like to hurt his women,"
she said.

   "Not even a little," I said, and felt her body relax against me,
nestling her ass into my palms.  "But I am into piss and shit."

   "What?" she said.  "I didn't know any of that stuff was real.  I heard
of it but never met nobody who liked that."

   "It's real, alright," I said.  "And not everybody can get into it."

   Julia frowned.  "Whaat if I don't want to do that?"

   "Then you don't," I said.  "You've already helped me a lot.  I'll
probably ask you to help me get in contact with this Ol' Mammy Liza you
talked about, and I'll help you get what you need for you and your girls.
You don't need to do anything else, just talk to me."

   Julia had not moved away from me, with my admission and her reaction I
half expected her to step away, fold her arms and begin a whole different
type of negotiation.

   "Did you do that with Joanette and Trishia this morning?" she asked.

   "Yep," I nodded my head.

   She chuckled, "Wish I could have seen that.  I bet you turned that phony
bitch's world upside down when you shit on her."

   "I had her shit on my dick while I fucked her in the ass," I said,
deciding on an transparent relationship policy with Julia.  "Then I had her
and Tricia suck it off my dick.  And then I had Tricia shit in my mouth
while she sucked my cock and I ate out her pussy and asshole."

   "You nasty fucker," Julia breathed.  "I want to see that."

   I looked into her eyes and said simply, "Okay.  You can join us
tonight."

   Julia kissed me again, I began hiking up the back of her skirt as I
kissed her back.  By now I had my hands full of her luscious ass flesh. 
She said, "and how about my girls."

   "However you want to handle that," I said.  "I don't intend to hold
anything back from you going forward."

   Julia was panting now.  Shared confessions can be an erotic experience
for some people.  Evidently it was for her.  Me too, come to think of it.

   "They'll come too.  I won't promise we'll participate.  That's just too
weird.  But we'll all watch."

   "Up to you," I said.  "But does this mean you want to continue our
relationship in some way."

   She grinned.  "In some way," she said as she began fondling the package
of my cock and balls.  "Nice," she said.

   "Want to go to the VIP room?" I asked.

   "VIP?  You mean the special room?"

   "Yes," I said, then explained, "Where I come from VIP stands for Very
Important Person."

   "Then yes, me and my girls will visit your VIP room.  We'll negotiate
the best deal you got."

   I guided her to the back, guessed that the room room my salesman was not
in was the right one and held the door open for this sleek sexy black diva.
Smiling, Julia yelled, "Marian!  Frida!  Come here."

   The two children ran to the back.  They were giggling, looking at me
from shielded eyes.

   She said to the girls, "Well what do you think?"

   Frida spoke up, "You a dooky eater?  And you fuck dooky girls?"

   I smiled and said, "I guess so.  You now know my dirtiest secret."

   "I know another secret," Marian said

   "What's that?" I asked.

   "You gonna lick our pussies and suck our buttholes before you fuck us."

   "I may not ever fuck you," I said to the girls.  "That's what you're
trying to get away from.  But you are right, I will try to suck on your
pretty baby cunnies and buttholes if you let me....that's the key.  If you
let me.  If you say no, we'll just let it go."

   Marian spoke up, "I don't want to let it go.  You can suck my pussy
right now if you want, and she hopped onto the cot, pulled up her dress and
opened her legs wide in invitation.  I looked at Julia.  She shrugged and
smiled.  I took a second to lock the door to the room, then stepped to the
cot, knelt down, leaned in between the little black girl's thighs and began
ever-so-gently laving and licking, nibbling and sucking at the tender
little girl flesh of her brown baby pussy.

   "Ahhh!," she sighed.  "That's so much better."

   I smiled and used the tip of my tongue to part her pussy lips, explore
the moist playground of her pussy and tease out her juices.

   "Oh, that's good," she cooed.  "Mommy, you never said it could feel this
good."

   Julia chuckled and said, "I didn't know it could.  Your new pussy licker
is going to have to do that to me too before we fuck."

   "I will," I mumbled, and then turned my full attentions to the little
girl's vagina.  Her lack of hymen was a givaway that she'd been fucked
before.  Her pussy was much to open for such a little girl, but she had
never experienced sex as love.  Had never been seduced.  It fell to me,
here and now, to teach her how good pussy manipulation could feel.

   "Oh.  Oh.  Oh." she said repeatedly.  "Keep licking me like that.  My
pussy feels so good." I probed inside her little girl cunt and covered her
whole sex with my mouth, suckling at her and sipping the slowly growing
flow of Marian's delicious little cunt."

   I began fucking her with my tongue, burying it up her pussy and
exploring it's sensitive folds, even as her mother and little sister
watched.  As her breathing became faster and her coos became louder, I
pulled my tongue out of her vaginal tube and began licking at her baby
clit.

   That did it.  "Oh!  Oh!" He's doing it.  He's fucking my pussy so good!"
It took little more than a minute of clit sucking for the child to begin
hunching into my mouth and crying tears of joy.  "Suck my pussy.  More! 
More!"

   Her thrashing reached a peak, then a flood of pure pussy juice emptied
from her cunt and she froze in orgasmic glee.  Her orgasm gave rise to a
moan that was more of a beautiful song, perfectly on key and building, then
trailing off in en expression of little girl cum pleasure.

   When I raised my face from her splayed thighs, she was panting and
sighing.  "That was so good.  Mommy, why didn't Grandpa do that to me.  I
would let him fuck me again and again if he did that."

   I looked up to Julia who had her skirt up and her fingers in her pussy.
"Me too, baby.  Me too," she said.

   "Can he fuck me instead of Grandpa, Mommy?" Frida asked.  "I don't want
Grandpa to hurt me.  Mr Johnson didn't hurt Marian at all.  He made her
happy.

   "I hope so, Frida," Julia said.  Then to me, she said.  "You want to
fuck Marian now?  I think she could take most of your dick if you want to."

   With my face glistening with her daughter's pussy efflusion, and her
baby cunt taste still filling my mouth, I said, "I want to fuck you first,
Julia.  I want your girls to see that fucking can be good and beautiful and
desirable." She turned around to remove her skirt, giving me a beautiful
view of her big black round ass.

   "You like a big butt, baby?" she asked.

   "I love a big black ass," I answered.  "I hope you don't mind if I suck
at your asshole as well as your cunt."

   "Oh," sighed Julia, spreading her magnificent plump ass and revealing
the darker brown wrinkle of her asshole to me.  "Is this what you like?"

   "Yes, exactly what I like."

   "I think we can include ass sucking," she turned her head and bit her
lower lip.  "If that's what you want."

   "That's what I want," I said.  "I'll take everything you're willing to
give."

   Julia bent over and exposed the full crack of her ass, the open split
crease of her lovely cunt, "And would you eat my shit if I decided to shit
in your mouth while you sucked out my asshole?" she said archly, obviously
testing me.

   "Mommy!" exclaimed the two girls.  "That's so nasty."

   "I'd gobble up every morsel and beg for more," I told her, and let her
girls know how nasty consensual sex could be, even as it remains an
expression of affection and desire.

   I began quickly unbuckling my slacks, I had to get into Julia's pussy,
and I needed it now.  She had me so worked up I would do anything to please
her and get her into my life.

   "Slow down," Julia said.  "Let me and my girls enjoy seeing your cock
for the first time.  Let us touch it and taste it and feel it.

   I paused with my pants unzipped, took a deep breath and slowly, if
casually, slid my slacks down my legs and took them off.  My underwear were
roomy boxers, nothing to brag about, but the girls all watched the slow
reveal of my sexual equipment as if they were in a picture show.  When I
dropped my underwear down my thighs, I saw Julia smile.

   "That's a nice prick," she said.  "It ain't too little or too big, it
ain't all gnarled up like Daddy's.  It's just right.  I'll suck on it if
you want me too."

   I looked at her.  I knew she would if I asked, but I want a girl to suck
my dick because she wants it, not just because I say so.  So I said, "We'll
see.  Lets just go where the spirit moves us.  For instance, right now I
want to see if your pretty manicured pussy is as sweet as it looks."

   "Be my guest," she said and sat down on the cot beside Maria.  She
spread her thighs wide, opening up her womanhood to me.  It was beautiful.
She was the kind of woman who kept her pubic hair trimmed and clean, and
her pussy opened up like a flower, revealing a pretty wet pink interior.  I
slowly moved between her legs, both of which hung over the cot to give me
full complete access to her steaming cunt.

   "So beautiful," I murmurred as I lowered my face to her splayed pussy, I
buried my face in her cunt.  She was syrupy and ready.  Watching her little
daughter get her baby cunt eaten out, seeing her cum for the first time,
watching her enjoy a full complete orgasm under the gentle ministrations of
a man who truly cared for the child; That has all built toward this moment
which, though it was effectively foreplay, meant everything to her.

   "Oh yes," she groaned.  "That's right, baby.  That's just right," and
hunched her pelvis into my face, holding my head down to her cunt.  "That's
the way it's supposed to feel.  Like you're loving my pussy, not punishing
it.  You can suck on my cunnie any time you want, white boy.  And cum in it
if you have a mind to."

   I moaned into the honeyed pit of Julia's open snatch.  I wanted to spill
seed into the sexy bitch and wished it was really mine instead of this
stranger's.  But I was very happy that I was the one tasting her, draining
her juice, smelling her musky odor.

   "Ohhhhhh!" she groaned.  "Oh baby, you're doing it.  You're really doing
it."

   "Don't it feel good, Momma?" sighed Maria, who was now masturbating her
little cunt as she watched.

   "Realllll good," groaned Julia.  "This is what I want Frida to feel her
first time, not the pain Daddy gives."

   "Momma, I want it too," little Frida said, climbing up on the cot, on
the other side of her mother and pulling her own little dress up to reveal
her naked little prepubescent cunt.  "You wanna lick my pussy too, Mister?
You wanna make me feel good too?"

   I only answered with a nod and a mumble to the child, and decided it was
Julia's turn to feel a tongue up her ass.  I wrestled her long legs up over
my shoulders, upended her enough to drag my tongue down to her asshole and
licked at her nether aperture.  She tasted earthy and dark, and that made
me growl with the special hunger a man gets once he's developed a taste for
his lover's shit.  Julia started, then sighed and murmurred, "Oh my, yes.
That feels good.  I ain't never had a man lick my asshole, my dirty
asshole. You know lots more than the niggers I've fucked.  And lots and
lots more than Daddy.  Eat my ass, white man.  Suck my shit-hole."

   I groaned into her relaxing asshole and slid my tongue fully up into
her. To me, her taste was delightful, especially when juxtaposed to the
sweet clean well-scrubbed taste of the rest of her body.  I began sucking
at her anus as I tongue-fucked it at the same time.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" Julia groaned.  "What are you doin'?  You trying to suck
out my shit?"

   "Mmmm," I growled in invitation.  I wanted to spoil Julia.  She had
already been despoiled.  Now I wanted to ruin her for all the other men who
had delighted in her lucious body.

   "Oh you fucker!" groaned Julia.

   "Do it, Momma," panted Maria.  Her rhythmic chants betrayed her
masturbatory climb to release.  "Shit right in his mouth.  Let us see."

   "Yeah, Momma.  An' then I'll do it too when he licks my pussy."

   I was groaning at that thought.  A small girl who had never been touched
before, or who at least had never enjoyed it, was now suggesting-no, hoping
for-my tongue up her baby cunt and asshole.  I would have masturbated
myself to orgasm too, but I didn't want to waste my sperm...or this
fucker's sperm.  I wanted to feel it fill Julia's pussy cavern and seek out
her womb.  I wanted to feel her spasm and hear her cry out in ecstacy with
me on top of her, inside of her.

   "Ah!  Ah!" grunted Julia.  "here it comes, baby.  I'm going to shit for
you.  On you.  In you."

   And I felt her anus open up, I sucked at her asshole and she evacuated a
thick solid turd right into my mouth.  I munched at it and swallowed it,
then kept on sucking and lapping at her asshole.

   "Oh my God, you did it!" groaned Julia.

   "Ohhhhhh!" cried little Maria as she came, diddling her little cunt and
and watching me eat her mother's waste.

   "You fuck me too," Mr Wilson.  "Just like you doin' Momma.  I want your
tongue in my butthole too." exclaimed thelittle Frida.  Not cumming but
briskly panting.

   I quickly shifted my mouth back to Julia's puss.  She was draining out
cunt juice like a spring freshette.  I sucked and lapped at her clit while
she hunched wildly into my face.  "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck shit!  Fuck me you
sonofabitch!" she cried as she came into my mouth.  I used my teeth lightly
on her as she reached her peak and that made her cum even harder.  Her
distended clit extending even further as I sucked and licked it.  I then
dipped my tongue back into her spasming pussy and sucked it, then licked
it, I dipped back to her asshole ever so briefly as her cum subsided, then
rose up before her, her shit and pussy juice forming a nasty glaze on my
face.

   "Eeewww," said Frida.  "He got your dooky all over his face, Momma."

   "Now," I said with more base than I knew this fucker could produce. 
"Now, Ms Julia, I'm gonna fuck your beautiful pussy.  I'm going to do my
best to fill it with all my seed."

   "Oh!" Julia started, trying to back up onto the cot," I thought you
always booted up to fuck.

   I smiled.  "That was him.  I want to see if we can give you that mulatto
baby your Daddy was talking about."

   A look of fear came across Julia's face, "But you said..."

   "Your daddy will never get a chance to maul our babies," I promised. 
"That doesn't mean I don't want to try and make one inside you."

   "Oh you nasty fucker," moaned Julia.  "Then fuck my pussy.  If you man
enough to plant a baby in my belly, I'll carry the little bastard for you."

   I used my hand to swipe my cock up and down her tenderized pussy flesh,
I let it kiss her asshole as well.

   "You can fuck my ass if you want," Julia said softly.  I can handle your
dick in my ass."

   "I could tell that when I ate out your asshole," I said as I hovered
above her, "But I want you to use your pussy on my cock right now.  I want
to feel your hot wet cunt all around me while I fuck you."

   And with that I wedged my dick into the mouth of her pussy, made sure
her pussy lips were open, and entered her moist baby-making cavern.  I felt
magical as her flesh encased me.  "I heard her give a short sharp "Yes," as
I slid home.

   "Mmmmm.  Perfect," I moaned, then looked at Maria and Frida.  "Your
Momma has a perfect pussy," I told them.  Then added, "You like to watch
your Momma get fucked?"

   "I like to watch you fuck her," Frida said.  "You make her feel good,
not like Grandpa."

   "I like it," Maria cooed softly.  "I like it 'cause I want to fuck you
too."

   I looked down to Julia who was looking at her girls with a loving smile.
"How about you Julia.  Do you feel alright about your girls seeing me fuck
you like this."

   "They need to see it," smiled Julia, squeezing my cock with her pussy
muscles.  "They need to know sex can be good, not just something they don't
have a choice about." Then, again embracing my cock with her cunt, she
added, "You fuck me good.  Make me cum with that white cock.  Show my
children how a man should make love to his woman."

   I smiled as I tested her cunt, moving in and out with a short shallow
thrust, then a full deep stroke.  "You're my woman now?" I asked.

   "Don't you want me to be?" she asked.

   I gave her another deep stroke and she ground back against me.

   "You're very confident," I grinned.  "You know how beautiful you are,
don't you.  How fucking sexy you are.  How fucking sweet your hot pussy
is?"

   Julia grinned back at me as she began working her pelvis against me,
prodding me to action.  "Well, it is, isn't it?"

   I laughed and said, "Oh yeah, it is.  It all is," and I started fucking
her with a full deep rhythm.  "You feel so fucking good, Julia."

   "So do you, baby.  I love your dick up inside me like this."

   "Oh yeah," I groaned and started speeding up my strokes for her,
dragging my dick all the way to the mouth of her cunt, then drilling down
into her depths.

   It was her turn to groan.  "So good," she moaned and I saw her look to
her girls.  "Feels so good."

   Maria managed yet another orgasm as she watched her mother getting
fucked.  Frida was stroking and kissing her mother's face.

   "Fuck him good, Momma.  Fuck him so I can see how it feels before he
fucks me."

   "Oh!" I groaned.  I looked at the small girl and said, "You don't have
to fuck me." I said.  "Baby, you don't have to fuck anybody.  But when you
do, when you want to, make it like this.  Beautiful and wonderful and
sweet." And I groaned again.  I bent down and kissed Julia.  I was
surprised to see her respond in kind, given that my face was still smeared
with shit and pussy juice, but she accepted it all as she fucked back to
me, writhing in time with my own thrusts, meeting me and showing me her own
elaborate skills and move set.  I was grinning at her as I fucked her.

   "You are so fucking good," I told her.

   "You too," she grinned back.  "Fucking you is fun."

   I got a shit eating grin on my face and said, "I want you on top.  I
want to see how deep I can go."

   "Oh!" squealed Julia.  "You want me to ride?"

   "Yes, please, I said pulling out, lying down on the floor and pulling
her on top of me.

   "Mommy, what you doing?  You gonna fuck him instead of him fucking you?"

   "Girls," I grinned.  "You will find there's lots of ways to get new and
different feelings when you fuck.  When you're Momma's on top, she can
control the fuck better and can get it deeper too.  I want to see if I can
hit a special spot inside her that will make her cum even better."

   "Oh fuck yes!" Julia cried and sat up, raised slightly, and parted her
pussy lips, then refitted my cock into her cunt.  She closed her eyes and
sighed prettily.  "And when I'm on top, I can ride him so's my button rubs
against him.  That makes me cum better." Then she paused and added, "But
when he was on top, he did that too.  Mr Wilson knows how to fuck good."
And then she began her beautiful fuck dance atop me.  I felt my cock bend
and her cunt squeeze as she rode me.  I worked with her as best I could,
but she was definitely the one in control.  She fucked me sweet and hard.

   "God, I wish I had a mirror in here," I groaned.  I'd love to see your
ass while you fuck my cock."

   "Oh?" she groaned softly.

   "Yeah," I panted.  "You are so fucking beautiful, I want to see how you
move your ass while you hunch me."

   "Yes," I'd like that too," she said.  Her vanity showing through.

   I reached around her and felt her generous firm ass grinding and fucking
into me.

   "I love your cock," she exulted.  "I love fucking your pretty white
dick," and started hunching harder, faster.  "I may pee when I cum," she
warned me.

   "Please," I groaned as the feelings of her pussy overwhelemd me.  "I'd
love to feel you pee on me."

   "You nasty motherfucker!" she cried and came hard with rapid hunches and
loud groans of joy.  Then she froze.  I took that as my que and slapped her
ass hard, sitting up as best I could, drilling a finger up into her asshole
while she peaked.  She cried out and ground hard on me, taking as much cock
into her pussy as she could, completing her cum with a flow of piss.

   I held her tight, wriggling my finger in the interior of her asshole,
sucking at her titties, lengthening and heightening her orgasm as much as I
possibly could.  When she was done she opened her eyes and looked at me in
abject surprise and awe.

   "You fucker," she gasped and fell onto me.  I lowered the two of us.  I
was breathing hard as well, but I rolled her onto her back and carefully
re-entered her from on top.  Once fully embedded in her now open drenched
pussy tube I looked at the girls.

   "Did you kill her?" asked Frida.

   "No," panted Maria, "See, she still breathin," and with an appreciation
an eight year old should not be able to know.  "He fucked her so good he
knocked her out." Then she looked at me.  "I didn't even know you could do
that."

   "Fucking isn't just fucking," I tried to explain.  "Fucking should be
play and loving and sharing good feelings.  See, now that I've made your
Momma feel so good, I'm going to cum up inside her and do my best to give
you girls a brother or a sister.  Is that okay?"

   "Yeah, it's okay," said Maria with finality.

   "Does that mean you'll be our daddy?" asked Frida with a child's
associative logic.

   I moved inside of Julia and she stirred slightly, then said softly, "If
you are, it's okay."

   I was calming a bit and ready for another full round of sex that would
bring about my orgasm, but I was curious "Don't you already have a daddy?"
I asked.

   "Not 'less you count Grandpa," grumbled Maria.

   "And he doesn't count," interjected Julia.  "My girls are more like
orphans."

   I began slowly fucking Julia as her body remained totally relaxed and
still.  I said with a certainty that surprised me.  "Then I would love to
be your daddy," I grinned at the girls, then said to Julia who was now
looking up to me.  "Will you marry me?"

   Julia was taken by surprise.  She raised her arms to my waist and then
to my ass to feel me fucking into her.  "Ain't this moving a bit fast?" she
asked.

   "Yes, it is," I agreed.  "But I know what I want when I see it....or
rather I know who I want when I fuck her.  And I've been moving at
breakneck speed ever since this time shifting, body shifting shit started.
I mean it.  Will you marry me?"

   "Let me think about it....while you finish in my pussy," Julia quipped
and began a weak but beautifully erotic fuck dance with me.

   "Fuck her," encouraged Maria.  "Cum all the way up inside Mommy's belly.
Make her tell you yes."

   "Fuck her good...Daddy," Frida added.

   Hearing that roused Julia better than my dick.  She began fucking
against me.  "Do it," she demanded.  "Cum in me.  I'll marry your white
ass. You'll have a nigger wife and nigger babies.  We'll be yours and
you'll keep Daddy the fuck away from us.  Marry me.  Fuck me.  Knock me
up."

   And then she started to cry while she fucked me.  I realized I'd broken
throuhg all her defences then.  All her walls.  She was mine.  It was
stronger than marraige.  It was me taking the roll her father should have
fulfilled, incestuous relationship or not.  I had let her know her feeling
counted.  Her pleasure was important, and I was willing to take care of
her. Not so much financially as emotionally.  In that instant, with her
tears flowing and her body driving me to my first orgasm with her, she was
laying her soul in my hands, in my heart.  And those of her girls as well.
As I fucked her harder and faster, Maria and Frida rushed to her, kissing
away her tears and cuddling with.  The sight was so beautiful it brought a
flow of tender tear into my eyes as well.  I was crying when I came inside
of her.  I cried "Cumming!" to her and she responed with "Cum up my cunt,
baby.  All the way up inside me."

   "Cum in her," cried both Maria and Frida.  "Marry Mommy.  Fuck and marry
mommy." Then Maria added "And fuck me too." After which Frida echoed.  "And
me too."

   Julia was laughing then.  She was getting my cum, her daughters'
approval and encouragement and a satiation of love and lust she never even
knew existed before this moment.

   I collapsed then, and started drifing off, "I love you," I murmurred,
wondering where this brief lapse of consciounness would take me to another
life.

   It did.
   ~to be continued~