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I'm not going to lie, this is another story based in fact. I wrote this to get past a particularly nasty divorce. The actual situation was different but the hurt, anger and rage are too very real. I hope you enjoy it.

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Part One: The Discovery

August 15, 2010:
Sam Johnson hated going into the bank. A long time computer nerd, he so much preferred doing everything possible online. Paying bills. Ordering gifts. So much simpler than having to go out and interact with people.

Today's quest was something he always left to his wife Teresa, digging out the k**s' birth certificates, immunization records and such to start the school year. Teresa though had an important client meeting out of town and convinced Sam to do it for her. OK, it was more the blow job and a promise of a master/slave weekend with Teresa as the bottom that finally got him to agree.

Sam & Teresa had met in college almost 20 years ago in a computer drafting class. Teresa was studying to be an architect, Sam was the instructor. Even though Teresa was almost 2 years older, Sam already had a masters degree from M.I.T. and was working towards his P.H.D. What started as some harmless flirting with the teacher soon turned into a a torrid affair. While Sam may have been socially awkward and painfully shy at times, his vast imagination and 11” cock went a long way in Teresa's book. In late April Teresa missed her period and they married just after the semester ended.

The two of them made a strikingly odd couple. Teresa, with her classically Italian features, stood almost 6' tall without her heels. Her jet black hair, olive skin and large breasts made her stand out in any crowd. Sam was 5'8”, blonde, pale and skinny. The kind of man no one seemed to notice. Two decades and 3 k**s later, life was good for their family. Teresa designed shopping centers and upscale condos while Sam took care of the house and cleared seven figures doing consulting work for Fortune 500 companies.

With 2 teenagers in high school and another starting college, the yearly grind to produce 'originals and/or certified copies' of birth certificates was something that rubbed Sam the wrong way. “A high quality scan of the records should be sufficient” he thought to himself.

After about 5 minutes of digging and organizing Sam found the required records for his two youngest and started to close the lid when something odd caught his eye. An old 3.5” floppy disc, something Sam had not seen in years. It had partially fallen out of an envelope that had come unsealed. “Teresa Magavio, PRIVATE” was typed on the front with her old college PO box number, along with a Panama City, Florida return address. Magavio had been Teresa's maiden name. The post mark was April 30th, 1992. The same day that Teresa had told Sam that she was pregnant. Taking the disc, he left the envelope and replaced the safety deposit box before departing the bank.

The whole way home Sam began have doubts. He didn't doubt his wife loved him. He never doubted the paternity of his two sons, who looked more like his clones than his k**s. The one thing that always bothered him was his oldest c***d and only daughter Samantha, Sammy to everybody who knew her. Taller than his wife, without the soft Mediterranean curves. With her mocha coloured skin, brown hair, blue eyes and smallish bust, she looked nothing like any member of either side of either family. Teresa has always insisted that she favored her “Sicilian cousins”, but no colour photos of that part of her family where anywhere to be had.

Sam thought back to that class not quite 20 years ago. The flirting began almost at once when Teresa realized how shy and inexperienced with women Sam was. Their first real date had been on Valentine's Day. A date that Teresa had convinced him into asking her out on. Later that very same evening she had seduced him for the first time, taking his virginity in the process. For the next month they had slept together in his apartment every night, and had a few quickies between classes as well. What Sam lacked in experience he more than made up with enthusiasm and a huge prick. The largest prick that Teresa claims she's ever seen, even in porno movies. Then in mid-March Teresa went off on spring break with some of her girl friends to Panama City. The very night she returned, she went to Sam's for dinner and hot sex. Hot sex that resulted in a broken condom, their marriage and then daughter Sammy.

Or so he had thought.

Arriving home Sam went into what Teresa called his “Man Cave”. Unlike many of their friends, it had no big screen TV, no booze, or anything of the like. Instead Sam a computer set up that rivaled many of the major corporations he did work for. Sam specialized in security software. If you us a PC you probably have run programmes that he either wrote or helped to. Popping the disc into a drive he booted it up, almost dreading what might be on it.

On the disc he found a series of photos. Most all were blurry closeups of an averaged sized but obviously black cock, coated in spunk, sliding in and out of a slightly hairy white pussy. The next to the last one was a very clear closeup of a black hand holding open the same woman's pussy, thick with oozing semen. Sam noticed there was a familiar blue denim mini skirt near the edges of the frame. It was the last photo that ripped Sam's heart from his chest: A perfect medium shot of the woman, naked save for the mini skirt pushed up above her hips.

Her crotch a flood of thick, viscus sperm.

The woman was Teresa. His Teresa...

At least what Teresa looked like then.

The skirt was very familiar to him, Teresa called it her “slut skirt”. She had brought it back as a souvenir from her trip to the beach. She had been wearing it the night he thought they had conceived Sammy. She had brought it out every so often, indicating by wearing it that she wanted Sam to pound her hard “like the slut I am...” Two of the times she had flaunted it had resulted in their two sons.

Sam sat in silence for a long time. His mind spun out of control, his emotions twisted up like he had never known before. Beyond mere jealousy, his rage threaten to spin out of control.

“Divorce her?”...

“Disown Sammy?”...

“Or maybe more drastic action is required???”...

Sam began to laugh out loud with a laugh like he had never emitted before. Not the jovial sound of a happy soul, but the fierce cackle of a mind gone mad.

“Yes, vengeance is the special on our menu today”, he thought darkly, “and, like Teresa has always said, 'A dish best served cold'.”

Sam started to type as his plan began to form.

August 19, 2010:
Teresa returned from her business trip, a contract for a new multipurpose retail/living community in her pocket. Something that would occupy her for the next several months. Sam greeted his wife warmly, not wanting to give the game away.

“We going to have our weekend tomorrow?” Sam asked her, knowing full well that Teresa should have begun her period sometime in the last couple of days and as despite being an sexual a****l, she just couldn’t get frisky while she was on the rag. “Out of action for a few days tiger, how about the weekend after?” she asked with a gleam in her eye. “How about 2 weekends Hun, Labor Day weekend? We can send the boys to my folks and have 3 days all to ourselves... slave.”

Teresa nodded briskly and kissed him on the cheek. “Yes master” she whispered into his ear. Sam smiled like a cat about to spit feathers.

August 22, 2010:
The boys started their school year while Sammy had already headed off to State College to begin her freshman year. Sammy had a full scholarship to play woman’s basketball, being gifted with athletic talent that no one else in their gene pool ever had before. Even without her sports abilities, she was eligible for any number of scholastic scholarships, despite the fact that Sam & Teresa could have afforded to send her to any college in the world.

“Hey Sport” Sam said as he got his daughter on her cell. “I know you are a college girl now and all, but I was wondering if you could do the old man a favor? Your mom and I would like to get away for Labor Day weekend and I was hoping you could come back and watch your brothers for us please?” “Sure daddy, our classes don't start till the Tuesday after the holiday and I'm all moved in to the fem-jock dorm here. Besides pop, you know I would do anything for you...” she replied.

Sam's smiled wide at her words. “She has no idea how true that will be” he thought to himself.

“Could you get here around 7pm on that Friday night Sport? Oh, and don't mention it to your mother please...” “I get the idea dad. You've got some kind of grandiose romantic plan worked up to surprise her with. I can only hope one day I can find a man as loving and considerate as you!”

Sam almost laughed out loud at her words.

“Thanks Sammy, we'll touch base that Friday in case we have to flexible on the time.” “No worries daddy, you just focus on your plan so everything goes smooth. I know how much you hate it when one of your grand scenarios goes wonky!” Sammy said with a giggle.

Sam struggled to suppress an erection as the details of Operation Labor day spun through his head.

August 25, 2010:
After returning the disc to the bank, Sam fabricated an on site client consult and took off for Panama City. After having done some background checking online, Sam found the photography business that had sent the photos. Arriving at the address he went inside for his appointment with the owner, a mister Samuel Jackson.

“No, not that one. Not even related.” Mr. Jackson said extending his large black hand. Shaking it, Sam looked into his impossibly blue eyes. With his brown but graying hair and muscular athletic body, Sam had no doubt that he was looking into the face of Sammy's true father.

Sam explained that he found he needed some new professional portraits done for an important meeting he had in a few hours. “No prob” said Mr. Jackson, pointing Sam into his studio. In less than 10 minutes Sam had 5 excellent poses emailed to him from Mr. Jackson's computer. “All the I.P. Information I will need” Sam smiled to himself as he walked back to his hotel.

Sam spent the next few days watching TV, eating room service and and working his way through Mr. Jackson' s computer firewalls, planting a collection of particularly rancid k**dy porn when he was done. He then made a few quick calls to the F.B.I. and media outlets from a burn phone. Within a few hours he watched Mr. Jackson hauled away in cuffs under the glare of multiple TV cameras.

“One down” he smiled to himself.

September 2, 2010:
Sam had everything ready by the early afternoon. His sons off to their grandparents' house. Cameras set strategically throughout the house connected to 5 days worth of digital recorders. All the appropriate costumes laid out, all the right toys in place. Yes, this would be a weekend to remember.

At around 5pm Teresa arrived home. “Are the boys already gone?” she asked out loud. There was no reply. Walking through the house Teresa found the dinning room set to receive a lavish meal. Next to her usual place setting, she found an elaborate note that read:

“Lover. This weekend will be something totally different from our previous games. There is no safe word. There will be no hesitation on your part. You will do what your are told when told to do it. If you are a good and obedient slave, you will be lavishly rewarded. Disobey and and your torments will be legendary, even in hell. Do not speak. Go to our room, strip COMPLETELY naked and change into the clothes you will find there. When you are dressed, put on the blindfold and await me. I will only give you an instruction one time, after that your torments will begin. You will be tested to your very limits. Good Luck.
I love you. S.”

Teresa trembled as she read the note. It seemed to her that someone other than her husband held her enthrall. She was nervous, scared, and more turned on than maybe ever before in her life. At that very moment she felt the wetness begin to escape her vaginal lips, pooling thickly in the crotch of her panties and running lightly down her thighs. Putting down the note she hurriedly made her way upstairs to her bedroom... “the master bedroom” she mused. A sly smile crossing her lips as she moved to the staircase.

The house was dark as Teresa reached the second floor, a faint glow emanating from her bedroom. She paused at the doorway to see what lay before her. The room had about a dozen red tea candles around it's edges. Spread across the foot of the bed was her costume for the weekend. Her thinnest, smallest, white tank top. ..

The blindfold...

Her 'slut skirt'!

“Oh shit!” Thought Teresa, “when did my period end?” Rolling the math through her slide rule mind, Teresa realized that she was probably ovulating at the moment. The thin, sticky film coating her inner thighs should have been warned her, but her preoccupation with the weekend and the fact that Sam hadn't had sex with her for almost 3 weeks...

“SON OF A BITCH!” Teresa instinctively put both her hands over her mouth, realizing that she had had spoken aloud without permission. Her eyes began to water as she went right to the edge of tears. “He's going to knock me up tonight. Damn girl, you should have insisted he get snipped!”

Teresa took a deep breath and steadied her nerves. She then began to strip.

Pulling the business suit over her her womanly curves, she undressed quickly and in only a few minutes she was naked. Standing for a moment and glancing around the room, Teresa tired to figure out how he was watching her. “Is he somewhere in the shadows or does he have a camera planted somewhere?” she wondered. Teresa began to grin with the thought it would probably be BOTH! , Putting one foot on the bed she reached into her vagina and removed her diaphragm, taking great pains to take her time and move around to capture the moment on video and/or give Sam a better view. After pulling it out she walked seductively over to the bathroom and tossed it in the trash. Checking her makeup in the mirror, as well as making sure Sam wasn't hiding in the shower, Teresa returned to her bedside.

She slowly lifted and pulled the tank top taunt across her upper body, her breasts already feeling the confinement from the simple cotton top. Then she picked up her 'slut skirt', the blue denim mini skirt she had picked up in Florida on her one and only trip to spring break. The spring break in Panama City...

Breathing deeply Teresa flushed the memory from her head. “Never happened... never happened... Sam's baby girl... Sam's baby girl...” saying the phrases over and over in her mind like a Buddhist mantra. She stepped into the skirt and sucked her gut in a bit to get it zipped. Finally adding the blindfold, she awaited her fate.

Sam had been watching her. Watching in his 'man cave' as his wife prepared herself. When she had shrieked out loud and covered her mouth, Sam knew she had figured part of tonight out. Yes, Teresa was ovulating this evening and Sam had decided that his 43 year old wife going to become a mother again. Still smiling, he mounted the stairs and proceeded to the master bedroom.

Sam stood at the door of the bedroom much like had his wife, pausing to gaze upon the sight before him. He hesitated for a moment, almost loving her too much to continue, but he did. “Assume your position slave” he said tersely. Teresa dropped to her knees with her hands behind her back.

Working quickly Sam bound Teresa's hands behind her back and stood her back up. Attaching a spiky collar around her neck, he inserted a finger into the d ring of the collar and lead his wife from the room. “Where are we going to play?” thought Teresa. Out the door and then down the hallway they moved in silence, 3 doors down to Sammy's room.

Leading his wife towards the bed, he turned her around and gently pushed her down until she sat on the edge of the mattress, then pushing her back down on it as well. Taking her right ankle, he kissed it gently, stretched it out to the side and attached it to the leather cuff hanging from the brass headboard. The bed frame squeaked under the tension, alerting Teresa to their location. Sam then proceeded to do the same with her left ankle, affixing it with a matching cuff dangling from the foot board.

For about 5 minutes Sam just stood there looking at Teresa. Not moving, barely breathing. All the while Teresa lay still, her senses being bombarded by the still silence. Her butt just hanging off the edge of the bed, her legs stretched wide, her crotch turned upwards, her hands bound behind her.

No, there was no way to resist.

Sam reached to a bedside table and took the first set of toys for his wife. Tugging her white tank top up to expose her breasts he attached a breast pump to her right nipple and then a second one to her left. Teresa had very sensitive breasts and this was one of her favorite tortures.

Sam continued to say nothing, and continued in his work, placing a smaller suction device on his wife’s exposed clit. Teresa felt the new sensation and briefly wondered what it might be. She did not have to wonder long as Sam it the button on his remote control and the suction device began it's pull.

Almost at once Teresa convulsed in orgasm. Her hips thrusting upwards threatening to drop her off the bed. The suction was twice, maybe three times greater than normal. “Too much” she gasped. “TOO MUCH!” Her scream tore through the room as her climax increased. Her pleasure centers were being attacked, the intensity sending her to the edge of a black out. Sam dialed down the suction by one notch to allow her to catch her breath, then he turned it up back up higher.

For the next hour Sam used the suction device to force cum after cum from his wife, her body covered in sweat, the side of Sammy's bed drenched in her vaginal fluids. Up and down he manipulated her body until she broke down in tears, weeping at the outpouring of her pleasure. Then Sam turned the suction to it's lowest setting and removed Teresa's blindfold.

“Nearly 60 hours left to our weekend slave, think you can handle it?” ask Sam. “No master...” she said weakly. “Spent... I'm spent...” Sam allowed himself to laugh out loud. The same mad cackle that he expressed when first conceiving of his plan. Teresa's fear leapt into her throat hearing the laugh, a sound so unlike her husband. The glare from his eyes making her blood run cold...

“Who is Samuel Jackson?” he asked coldly. Teresa's eyes shot as wide as saucers.

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Part 2: The Deception's Origin

March 17, 1991:
Teresa Magavio and her 3 best friends had taken a much needed vacation from their university class work and headed off to Panama City for spring break. Teresa, Jill, Mary and Tammy were all about to graduate from the Auburn University school of architecture and begin their professional lives. All of them had been looking to relax, work on their tans and maybe enjoy a bit of harmless romance along the way.

Since arriving on Friday evening the ladies had spent 2 days on the beach soaking up sun and the previous evening out on the town. All 4 were now legal at 21 years old and the sights and sounds of “PC” during spring break were intoxicating all by themselves.

Even though it was a Sunday, the bars were opening early and planning on being open late, St. Patrick's Day being a major draw even without the out of state revelers in attendance.

Just after 4pm the ladies were packing up their beach gear and getting ready to head back to their hotel when Jill, a hot leggy blonde from New York, spotted a group of guys walking by. The guys had paused their conversation and slowed their pace as they moved past the four women. “Hey!” said Jill. “What you's guys up 'tah?” “Christ Jill...” Mary, a chesty redhead from Alabama, said under her breath, “those guys are black...” “Yeah...” drawled Tammy, a native Georgia peach, “and they're SERIOULY built too!”

Teresa noticed the large, snug bulges in the four dark men's speedos. She almost giggled out loud at her thought. “Yeah they may be built, but my Sam is probably twice the man of any of them...” She was thinking about her boyfriend back in Auburn. Sam Johnson was the graduate student teaching her computer aided drafting class. They had been dating for just over a month and Sam was packing the biggest cock Teresa had ever seen. No one would have ever suspected that at 5'8” the pale and skinny blonde was packing 11” of man meat. The mental image of Sam with a full erection being larger than his forearms always got her wet. Jill invited the four black men to sit with them.

The four strangers sat together facing the girls. They were introduced as Steve, Sean, Scott and Sam.

“Sam!?” Teresa asked excitedly, causing a sly smile to creep across this new man's face. “ Technical Sargent Samuel Jackson...” he said extending his hand. “Sorry, I keep forgetting I've been mustered out! That's just Samuel Jackson now... but my friends call me Sam.” Mr. Jackson went on to explain that he and his friends had all been enlisted men in the Air force, but were all discharged after returning from the recently completed war again Iraq. “Somebody decided that our squadron was to be phased out, support people and all.”

The four friends had served together for 3 years, working in a photo-recon crew. Steve, Sean and Scott had been plane technicians, Sam was the 'photography specialist', maintaining all of the camera gear for the squadron. “Sean, Scott and me are headed to Memphis tomorrow,” said Steve. “We're all starting work for FedEx!” added Sean. “We're going to triple what the Air force was paying us!” said Scott with a big grim.

“What about you?” Teresa asked Mr. Jackson.

“I'm opening my own photography business here in P.C. Going to do portraits and shoot candids for the tourists,” Mr. Jackson said. He looked into Teresa's eyes, somehow looking inside her, his impossibly blue eyes staring deep into her soul.

At that very moment she felt a pinch in her left side and winced a bit at the pain. Jill leaned over and whispered in her ear “Did you just cum? Oh my god that is so hot! Damn girl, if you don't take him, I will!”

Teresa never broke eye contact with Mr. Jackson as she weakly nodded her head to her friend. Not really hearing her words, just responding on some other level. A more primal level...

An image flashed in Teresa's imagination. An image of her crawling across the beach blanket and pushing Mr. Jackson on his back, his arms stretched wide. Moving up his body to straddle his waist, she pushed her hand into the top of his speedos and removed his hardening black cock. Stroking it 3 or 4 times, she pulled the crotch of her swimsuit aside and guided him into her depths. She pounded against him rapidly, her cum upon her in mere seconds.

Teresa's imagination had taken her to the edge of a supreme orgasm. Seeing through her eyes again she saw Mr. Jackson's gaze had not wavered. She felt something deep inside her, like a switch was being thrown, and she came. She came like she had never done before! Her body began twitching as her head suddenly got light and her eyes closed involuntarily. She felt the blackness envelop her.

A few moments of silence later, Teresa's consciousness returned. She realized she must have fainted. She also realized that someone was giving her mouth to mouth. Not kissing her, attempting to revive her. Opening her eyes she saw that Mr. Jackson was the one giving her CRP. She put her arm on his shoulder to indicate she was alert. Mr. Jackson leaned back and helped Teresa to sit up. She was still pale and shaky.

“OK, no more margarita’s for you!” Amy laughed, “At least not on an empty stomach.”

Teresa surveyed the group. Her three friends were alternately looking to see if she was alright and looking at the group of men lustfully. Three of the men returned their looks, Mr. Jackson looked only at Teresa.

“Listen guys, I think we all want to spend more time together. Why don't we all go get cleaned up and meet for dinner and drinks around 7. Do you know a good Irish place around?”

Just past 7pm the four young ladies stepped out of a cab in front of O'Connell's Irish Pub. All were wearing their shortest, tightest outfits. Entering the bar, they were all given green plastic hats and various sets of green accessories which they quickly added to their outfits. Searching around the place they soon found their new friends at a large table right in front of the bandstand. Over the next several hours they all ate, laughed, danced and consumed large amounts of various green drinks.

Teresa was very quiet for a change. Spending all of her time sitting next to Mr. Jackson, dancing only with him. Lost in thought about her life, her future She thought about everything... everything except her boyfriend Sam. Around midnight someone suggested to retire “somewhere quieter...” Sam & his friends tossed a small pile of bills on the table and the eight of them started on shaky legs for the door.

Steve, Sam & Scott stood with Tammy, Mary and Jill waiting for the next cab to pull up. Teresa touched Mr. Jackson on the arm and whispered to him “Do you have somewhere private we could go?” Smiling at the tall brunette, Mr. Jackson nodded. “Hey gang...” he said, “Teresa and I are going for a walk on the beach. We'll catch up to you later.” Steve waved at them as he and Mary climbed in a taxi. “Don't have too much fun!” teased Jill as she and Scott moved into the taxi behind them. “We'll follow in the next one” Sean told the group as he and Tammy started to kiss. Taking Teresa by the hand, Mr. Jackson lead her down towards the beach.

They walking along the beach in silence, hand in hand. Moving quietly past the groups of drunken revelers in the beach side bars and stepping over the occasional couple in the shadows of the sand. Mr. Jackson stopped them just behind a small strip mall and led Teresa up the dunes towards it. “You did ask for someplace more private”, he said as he unlocked the door to the space.

Stenciled on the door was an image of an old time camera and in cursive writing “Sam Jackson Photography”. As Teresa walked inside she smelled the odor of wet paint and new carpeting. As the overhead lights came on she saw the unfinished reception area, and a curtain obscuring the room behind. “Going to have photos along this wall” Mr. Jackson said gesturing to his right. “A couch over here and a reception desk right there.”

Teresa was lost in thought.

She wanted this man.

Her new Sam...

“What's in the back?” she asked.

“Studio and darkroom,” Mr. Jackson said. “You want to see?”

“Oh, I want to see everything” Teresa said and followed him behind the curtain.

There was an area about the size of a bathroom over the the left with a large red light bulb above the door. “Let me guess, the dark room?” Mr. Jackson smiled and nodded. “The rest room is through that other door there” pointing over his shoulder.

The only thing in the room was an old wooden dinner table with a couple of cameras laying on it along with a couple of flash units mounted on poles. Teresa walked over to the table and started looking at the cameras, ignoring Mr. Jackson as he went on and on about lighting and moving into video one day. When he realized that she wasn't listening, he walked over to the table and stood closely behind the tall beauty.

Teresa was startled by his sudden appearance behind her. So suddenly close to her. His breath on her neck. His left handing her hip. His right hand reaching around her...

“Oh my God, I am so turned on by this man!” She thought.

Mr. Jackson's hand move chastely past Teresa's right hip and picked up one of the cameras. Reaching his left hand and taking a wire of the table, gently nudging her hand with his. He plugged the cable into the camera and stepped back from the woman.

A bright flash of light blinded Teresa momentarily. She she looked up at Mr. Jackson from under her bangs and smiled at him. Another flash. Teresa begin to move around and strike fashion model type poses. Mr Jackson snapping away. After about 20 shots, he paused and put down the camera. “Have to load more film, only take a jiff...”

Teresa watched him move with a quick, deliberate pace, removing one roll of film and quickly popping another in. The whole process took less than a minute.

“You develop all your own film?” she asked him. “Of course” Mr. Jackson said. “Otherwise I would go broke just paying the processing! I can do color or black & white 35mm film in only a hour or so.” he broke into a broad smile. “Prints same day!” he said with a laugh.

She laughed along with him. Knowing now what she wanted to do. What she felt like she had to do...

She stepped over to him and put her hand on his shoulder. He looked up from the camera and into her eyes.

“I never had the chance to properly thank you for saving my life earlier today...”

“Look Teresa, It's not like...” She silenced him by lightly covering his mouth with her hand.

“You saved my life today. There's no way to know what would of happened if you hadn't revived me. I could have died. Now I owe you a life...”

Teresa moved against him and pressed her lips to his, forcing his mouth open and thrusting her tongue inside his. Her arms sweeping around his neck and nearly knocking him and the equipment over. Mr. Jackson broke their embrace and held her upright. He could she the burning lust in her eyes. Her could feel the heat coming off her body in waves. It was like being in the desert all over again. He went to put the camera down and Teresa stopped him. “Take my picture. Take pictures while you take me...”

She sat up onto the table and steadied her self.

This was it.

She wanted this...

Hell, she NEEDED this.

She had to give herself to this man, her new Sam.

“The father of my first c***d...”

She smiled to herself for a moment. That pinch this afternoon was her ovulation. She was fertile and was going to repay him the life she owed him.

“You have plenty of film for those?”

“More than enough baby...”

Smiling all the while, Teresa begin to strip. Each new revelation, a flash. Every new bit exposed, a photo documented it. “He'll love these as our c***d gets older!” Teresa mused. Soon Teresa was naked on the table, except for her mini skirt. Laying backwards across the table she said, “I want you to fuck me... please?”

“What kind of woman fucks a stranger she met on the beach on the first date?”

“A slut...” Teresa said. “I dress like a slut, I deserve to be treated like one!”

“You weren't dressed slutty...”

“Oh no? See this skirt? My priest would call this a slut skirt!” Teresa tugged the skirt above her hips and spread her legs as wide as she could. “Come on Sam, show me how you treat a slut!” Mr. Jackson crossed quickly to her and set the camera down, working his pants at the same time. Once freed his aching manhood was almost exactly alined with Teresa's wet opening.

“Come on Sam, fuck your slut! Come on man, give it to me!”

Mr. Jackson thrust forward into the woman. In moments he knew this was the absolute best he had ever had. Her cunt was working him like there was a hand inside. Teresa had developed considerable muscles in the vagina having to deal with the once and sometimes more she had to service her former boyfriend daily. Mr. Jackson's average package was almost half the size of her instructor's, but she realized that allowed her even more control over the smaller cock. Nothing could have prepared him for the sensation, he shuddered and came in less than a minute. Teresa felt each of the first 7 spurts of his cum.

The seeds of their c***d.

Five more times in the next few hours they mated again. Her always the the skirt, him always shooting a close up of his semen coated cock after each breeding.

It was approaching dawn when they prepared to leave the studio. Teresa had given him her address and dorm room phone number. Mr. Jackson put the rolls of film in a large envelope and stapled her info to the front. “I'll send you some copies when I get them done. You have a computer?” Teresa nodded yes. “Great, I'll send you bunch on a disc.”

Walking hand in hand along the road, the two new lovers made their way back towards Teresa's hotel.

“So Teresa, did I hear you say something about having a priest earlier?”

“Yes, I am a good Catholic girl after all...”

“So, about birth control...”

“I'm as traditional as I can be. Which for mean me means condoms when it's not safe.”

Mr. Jackson sighed to himself. He had been been scared for a bit, not having any condoms in his studio. Especially since he had fucked her five times in a few hours and had about 2 months with of swimmers saved up!

He realized that Teresa had been talking about how she “would be graduating in May and was sure she could find work in the area....”

“Area? What?” Mr. Jackson wondered.

Upon arriving at the hotel they went quietly up the the room the four women were sharing. Opening the door like burglars, the two slipped into the room.

They need not have worried. As they stood in the doorway for a minute they saw that very little sleep was going on! Steve and Mary were on the right hand bed. Steve was sitting up while Mary was slowly sucking his cock. On the left hand bed was Jill laying left to right being fucked by Sean, while Tammy was laying right to left being fucked by Scott. The room smelt of salt air, sweat and semen. The left hand bed groaned in rhythm with the pounding those men gave their women. Some tune by Prince was pulsing through the speakers of Teresa's jam box, guiding the pace of all the action in the room.

Scott started to quicken his pace and almost yelled as he came one last time. Sean was not far behind as he tighten his butt cheeks and fired off a load into Jill. Still panting from their cums, the two friends gave each other a high five and said “Welcome back to the world!” Just then Steve gave out what sounded like a 'yip' and filled Mary's mouth with his contribution.

The next hour or so was filled with showers, cleaning up and talking of breakfast.

The final tally: Tammy and Jill had fucked Sean & Scott 2 times each. Mary had only fucked Steve once, because there was only a single condom to be found amongst them and she “didn't want to risk it.” She had given him two fantastic blow jobs to compensate.

Later that morning Sean, Scott & Steve were getting ready to head out for Memphis. Jill & Tammy decided to tag along. That Left Mary & Teresa the room, paid up through the end of the week.

March 21, 1991:
By the time Thursday evening rolled around Teresa was wondering why she hadn't heard from her new Sam. She went by his studio that evening to talk with him. She was convinced she was now pregnant with his c***d. Upon arriving outside the studio she saw Mr. Jackson exiting with another college aged white woman.

She could hear their conversation, it sounded very much like her's only a few nights ago. “So, this is his game...” she thought. At that moment everything became clear. She had been living a romantic fantasy, he was only after pieces of ass.

Teresa turned back towards her hotel, wondering what to do now.

She wrote Mr. Jackson an impassioned note. She explained about the pregnancy, her desire to replay him the life she owed him the only way she could. She only asked for copies of the pictures and nothing else.

March 24, 1991:
On Sunday evening she was back home in Auburn, at her Sam's place. She had come over for dinner, but knew she had some drastic moves to pursue. While dinner was still cooking she sat up on the kitchen counter and hiked her 'slut skirt' above her hips. “Whenever you see me wearing this skirt from now on I want you to treat me like a slut. Don't kiss me. Don't make love to me. Just put your dick in me and use me...”

Sam was on her in an instant. After not having his sweet Teresa for over a week his balls were about to burst. Yanking his shorts down he was about to thrust into her when he remembered he didn't have a condom. Teresa understood his hesitation, and pulled one out of her skirt pocket. “You need to protect yourself from a slut like me”, she teased.

Opening the package and unrolling it down his mighty shaft seemed like an eternity to the young man, but once sheathed, be plunged into his woman. His urgent pumping told Teresa he wouldn't last long. She only hoped that the condom she had sabotaged would fail in time. “Come on stud, fuck me. Fuck me like the slut I am...”

He did. It did.

A few weeks later Teresa received a package from Mr. Jackson. A computer disc and nothing else. She hid the disc away. That evening she informed Sam that the torn rubber has left her pregnant....

“You know the rest.” Teresa said through her tears.

Sam Johnson listened to the last of his wife's confession. He knew now that his was the only possible course of action. Smiling devilishly, he glanced at his watch. “Almost 7pm. Time for act two to begin...”

A sound from downstairs caught both of their attentions.

“Dad? Mom? Where is everybody?”

Sam quickly popped the waiting ball gag into Teresa's mouth.

Sammy had arrived.

**********

Part 3: One True Passion

September 2, 2010; 6pm:
Sammy Johnson squirmed on the leather seats of her vintage sports car, a graduation gift from her parents. She loved the swept back body and sleek design. The new leather seats stuck to the back of her damp things, causing her no end of aggravation.

The A/C and top of the line car stereo were the most welcomed additions to an otherwise 'cherry' 1956 Jaguar Roadster. Sammy had seen one like it at a car show with her dad about 5 years ago. She told him at the time “That's the car I want to drive someday!” The morning of her high school graduation she had found it parked outside with a large bow around it.

She loved her car. She loved her dad more for remembering every little detail, granting her every wish, indulging her every whim. She often wished that Sam was not really her dad. She could be so happy loving a man like him. If she could ever find one...

The thoughts of romance caused her braless nipples to harden within the strapless tube-top she wore, the cold breeze of the strong A/C making them stand out proudly. Her sex moistened within the extra short cut-offs. Sammy always dressed for comfort when not tearing up the basketball court court.

“Oh God I always get so horny this time of the month” she thought to herself. “I want sex so badly, I wonder how I'm still a virgin?” Sammy knew that this time of increased arousal was an indication that she was ovulating. Her body telling her she was ripe to mate... to be bred.

Driving fast up the interstate Sammy knew that she would arrive early at home. She wanted to spend some time with her parents before her father swept his wife away for a weekend of extreme romance. The dampness between her legs began to sweep onto her thighs. “Time to do something about this,” she thought.

With quick reflexes she pulled off the highway, then into a rest stop and then to an empty area in the back. She did not even turn off the engine as her hands shot to her sex. Her right hand lightly stroking her clit, while her left probed into her wetness. In mere moments her head arched backwards with her cum. Sammy lost track of time as she played with herself, with thick fluids seeping from the depth of her.

After several strong orgasms, Sammy looked at the dashboard clock and realized her extra time was gone. Slamming the car into first gear she sped back onto the interstate towards home. It was just before 7pm when she pulled into the driveway of her family's 2 story Tutor.

Sammy thought it was strange that there was no hurried loading of cars going on. Her 2 brothers were not playing in the yard with their friends. The house seemed quiet & still. Sensing something was wrong she hurried into the house through the kitchen door and called out for her parents.

“Dad? Mom? Where is everybody?”

Panic was starting to form in the girl's mind when a familiar sound on the back stairs relieved her fear. The sound was her father's feet on the steps. A sound she knew well.

Moving quickly she met him at the landing, throwing her arms around him as he attempted to tie his robe. Sammy pulled her father against her tightly, his face almost pressing into her pert breasts. The fear gone from her and the relief palatable. She had trapped his arms at his waist, so he had no time to reposition the mammoth erection he was sporting. His turgid cock pressing into the valley of Sammy's thighs. Sammy felt her father's arousal. She knew she should politely move away from him, but she did not. She waited a few moments more, relishing the forbidden contact. Her cunt juicing more than in the car before.

“Sammy girl, let me go please...”

Sammy released her grip from around her father, knowing from his tone of voice that something was amiss.

“Daddy, what's wrong?”

“Sammy girl, I have so much to tell you. Show much to share with you. I need you to follow me please.”

Turning on his heel Sam Johnson walked briskly towards the stairs to the basement. Sammy followed behind him, her fear beginning to return.

Down the steps, through the k**'s playroom, to the one door she had never been through. The door to her father's office. The one place no one except her father was ever allowed entry to. Punching in a 12 or 13 digit code the door unlocked. Sam took Sammy by the hand and led her inside. Moving quickly past the racks of computer servers, Sam directed her to sit at his desk. Sammy did so without speaking.

“Sammy baby, I have some very upsetting news. It will change all of our lives forever, but it is essential you know the truth...”

“Daddy, what could be so terrible...”

“Perhaps today you should just call me Sam.”

Sammy froze at his words. Her mind a jumble of confusion.

“Sammy, I may have raised you. I may have loved you as no man ever loved his c***d. Sammy, you are not my c***d...”

Sammy paused for a moment and begin to laugh out loud. All the fear and confusion falling from her. The relief was written across her face.

“Oh daddy, you really had me going there for a minute!”

Sam pressed several buttons on his remote and one of computer monitors came to life. Looking at the multiple cameras being displayed, Sammy realized her father had them planted everywhere throughout the house. The camera in her own bedroom seized her entire attention.

Tied to Sammy's bed was her mother. Her legs pulled wide apart. Some sort of devices attached to her nipples and crotch. A ball gag filling her mouth. Her face was streaked with tears. Sam pressed a few more buttons and the image of her mother shot into reverse, the time code at the bottom of the screen wheeling back over the last hour. Sam then pressed play.

Sammy sat like a statue as her mother's confession played back unedited. Everything she thought she knew was destroyed. Her family would be shattered by this revelation. At the same time she noticed that her cunt wept more than her eyes did.

When Teresa finished her story, Sam pressed 'end playback' and the monitor returned to the live picture of his bound wife. He then pressed other keys and a different monitor began a prearranged slide show.

“This is Samuel Jackson of Panama City, Florida. He is your real father...”

Sammy sat there unable to move her eyes away. The biography was complete and thankfully short. In a few minutes she knew her birth father better than perhaps even he knew himself. When it was done, Sam moved behind Sammy's chair and bent over. He embraced the girl and spoke softly in her ear.

“A happy family life based on a lie, is still a lie. I could have withheld this from you, but then I would have been no better than her.”

“You really aren't my father?”

“No Sammy baby, I'm not...”

Sammy spun the chair around quickly, almost knocking Sam off his feet. She reached up and snatched him towards her without giving him a chance to respond. Her lips crushing into his. His eyes flying open. Her tongue pushing into his mouth. His tongue responding in kind. For several minutes their passionate kiss continued, until Sam pushed up and back from the girl.

“Not exactly the response I anticipated...”

“Really? You never 'anticipated' how much I loved you? Not as a father, but as a woman loves her man. How much I wanted to be with you? For a smart man Sam, you can be so fucking dumb!”

Sam began to laugh. The same deep, crazed laughed as when he first conceived of his plan. Sammy joined him in laughter.

“Do you really think me so dumb?”

“No Sam, you are the smartest man I have ever met. The most giving. The most romantic. The best father in the world. That's why I've saved myself all this time, I wanted a man just like you...”

Sam extended his hand and helped Sammy to stand. His lips once again finding her's.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Teresa Johnson continued to sit tied to her daughter's bed. She wondered what was going on downstairs. Was Sam informing their daughter of her bastardy? Was he killing her before turning on his wife? She was going crazy not knowing what was going to happen.

She heard sounds on the stairway, her questions would soon be answered.

Teresa was shocked as her daughter almost danced into the room, a smile on her face unlike anything she had ever seen before. She was actually beaming. She moved over to her mother and removed the ball gag from her mouth.

“Baby, are you alright?”

“Alright? Mother, this is the best day of my life!”

“Baby, what did you father say to you?”

“Nothing really mother.”

“Nothing!?” What do you mean?”

“He didn't have to say anything. You said everything that needed to be said!”

Teresa felt like she was going to vomit. She understood now, her confession had not been for Sam. He was merely recording it so Sammy could hear the story from her own lips. She hung her head in shame.

Sammy lifted her mother's head and looked deeply into her eyes.

“I can not thank you enough mother...”

“What do you mean?”

“You have taken away from me the only father I have ever known, but you have given me so much more...”

“Baby... how?”

“Sam Jackson is my father. He will shortly become my legal father. Sam has shown me all I need to accomplish that.”

“Sammy, you mean your dad...”

“You mean your husband? Yes. He is not my dad. He never was...”

Sammy leaned in very close to her mother's face, she gently kissed her on the lips.

“Do you know what Sam had planned for you tonight? He was planning on getting you pregnant. You two did agree on having three c***dren with him did you not?”

“Yes baby, but...”

“Then you owe him one, do you not?”

“Yes baby, I guess I do...”

“Yes I guess you do!” Came the booming voice of Sam from the doorway. He entered the room and made his way to the bedside. His remote control sticking out of the pocket of his robe. He moved in front of Teresa and looked down on her. The symbolism was lost on none of them.

“Now slave, I think it time to take your medicine...”

Sam pulled open his robe and pushed his shorts to the floor. Stepping out of them his massive cock slapped against his stomach. Stepping between Teresa's outstretched legs he pulled her mouth towards his hardness. Silently accepting her fate, she open her mouth and lapped at the moist tip of his cock.

Teresa was too preoccupied with her husband to notice Sammy pull out the remote and turn it on. Sudden extreme sensations flooded through her as the suction devices once again went into high gear. He eyes closing involuntarily and her mouth opening wide from the sudden pleasure coursing through her body. Sam took the opportunity to shove his dick into her gaping orifice. Teresa choked as the thick phallus thrust past her tongue and into her throat. She had never been able to take all of Sam's huge cock into her mouth before, but that was not going to stop him from trying now!

Sammy began to manipulate the controls for the suction devices. She varied the speeds of each individually, then set the remote to randomly change each one independently. Teresa tried to scream from the pleasure only to cough up a smattering of bile and Sam's pre-cum. His cock was now over 8 inches into her throat, deeper than she had ever taken him before.

Just as suddenly Sam pulled himself out of his wife's mouth. She saw Sammy standing behind him smiling at her.

“Sammy, please go downstairs. You father and I...”

“I am NOT her father Teresa!”

“No, he isn't mom...”

“But baby...”

“Baby? You still think of me as your baby mom??? Well let me show you what your baby is capable of!”

Teresa stared transfixed as Sammy reached for the snap on her shorts. She unfastened them and slide them down her long mocha coloured legs. Then she grabbed the bottom of her tube top and pulled it over and over her head. In only seconds she was standing before her mother and her mother's husband naked.

“No baby... whatever you are thinking about doing, please stop now!”

“I have no intention of stopping anything... SLAVE!”

Sammy moved past Sam and rapped her arms around her mother, pulling their bodies together. The suction devices still doing their business on Teresa's clit and nipples. Pushing her mother backwards onto the bed Sammy put her mouth over her mother's and forced her tongue inside. Teresa tried to struggle, but just then yet another orgasm overtook her and her mouth opened of it's own volition.

Mother and daughter, naked and ovulating, made out like teenagers as Teresa spasmed in orgasm.

Pulling their mouths apart, Sammy whispered in her mother's ear. “Tonight mother dear we shall share something special. Something I dare call divine. From tonight onwards we will be more than just mother and daughter, we will be sisters as well!”

Before Teresa had time to think about her daughter's statement, Sam stepped between the sprayed legs of the two females and thrust into his wife. His large cock slicing into her completely with a single thrust.

Teresa screamed.

Sammy attempted to comfort her mother as Sam fucked her savagely. He pounded her crotch with his massive member, quickly bringing her to another hard cum. Her body was twitching in a practical convulsion, the stimulation of the suction devices and his cock too much for any woman to handle.

Just as suddenly as he started, he pulled his length from her, triggering yet another orgasm. Panting, damp and spent, Teresa awaited her mating. Knowing that Sam would soon be putting a new c***d into her womb.

A few moments passed and Teresa opened her eyes. There stood her husband tenderly kissing her daughter, while at the same time Sammy stroked his cock.

“Baby, what are you doing?”

“I am kissing the man I love mother. Don't be so shocked! How many times did you and I sit on this very bed and talk about the sexual desire I felt for this man? How many times did you tell me that 'good girls don't fuck their fathers'? Well mother, he isn't my father and I am going to fuck him!”

Sammy laid back down on top of her mother. They lay eye to eye as Sam maneuvered himself into position for Sammy's deflowering. Ever so gently guiding his fearsome weapon to the mouth of Sammy's virgin cunt. Rubbing the weeping head up and down her slit, he bumped into the suction cup still attached to Teresa's clit. Reaching under the two women, he quickly removed it.

“Sam no! You can't do this! She's your...”

“No I'm NOT mother!”

With that Sam started to push himself into Sammy.

Having ever only been with Teresa, Sam had no concept of what a virgin would be like. The tightness was beyond his comprehension. Even as wet an eager as she was Sammy almost immediately felt stretched beyond possibility. The pain tearing into her mind and soul.

“Do it Sam... NOW!”

Sam grabbed her by the hips and shoved his monster cock into her. Sammy's scream made her mother's seem tame by comparison. She had been kicked by a hose in her thigh as a c***d, nearly breaking the bone, but it was nothing compared to this pain.

The huge cock drove straight into her, shredding her hymen like a thrasher through a field of grain. Deeper and deeper the thrust continued, until he bottomed out, pressing against her cervix. Pausing briefly he awaited Sammy's response to her first fuck

“No Sam, please.... Not my little girl! Fuck me! Knock me up! I'll quit my job! I'll be your brood mare! Anything you want, just don't impregnate Sammy!”

“Anything I want I want?”

“Yes damn you... ANYTHING!”

“Deal. All I want is a faithful and trustworthy wife... can you arrange that for me?”

Teresa dissolved into tears, knowing now that nothing would quench Sam's vendetta. Nothing short of impregnating the dark-skinned teen impaled on his cock.

Sammy begin to cum. She felt the sensation start deep inside her and spread rapidly outwards.

“Oh fuck! I'm cumming! Oh god Sam, I'm cumming on your cock!”

Sam had not even begun pulling back to start his first real stroke when he felt his balls tightening. He started to try and withdraw, but Sammy's orgasmic convulsions started him over the cliff as well.

“FUCK! I'm cumming too! Can't stop!” cried Sam.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” yelled Teresa.

“Oh hell yes...” thought Sammy.

Sam felt the first of several pulses explode into Sammy's fertile womb. His head got light, his entire essence threatening to flow into the dark-skinned teen. Clamping his hand around the base of his cock to stanch the flow of semen, he pulled back as hard as he could. His cock finally pooping free of Sammy's clinching cunt. Then almost as quickly, he plowed back into his wife's vagina. Pushing into her and releasing his grip, letting the rest of his fertile sperm fly into her receptive womb as well.

“Counter offer Teresa, how about I knock you BOTH up!”

The rest of the long weekend was spent with Sam servicing both women. Sammy eagerly, Teresa resigned to her fate.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Over the next few months Sammy quit college and moved to Panama City. Successfully suing Mr. Jackson for 18 plus years of c***d support, she took over his condo and his photography business.

Teresa worked on her new architecture commission and figured out how to tell her two sons about the new baby she was having.

Sam Johnson watched his wife's waistline expand with their third c***d and web chatted with Sammy everyday as her belly also grew large with his c***d.

Mother and daughter did not speak. Both quietly accepting that would have to share Sam with the other.

Sam spent one week a month in Panama City with Sammy, the rest of the time he devoted more energy to his two sons and made plans for his soon to arrive new daughter.

Both of them.

Yes sir, the family beach vacation would be very interesting next summer, very interesting indeed.


FIN