Deep South Breeding

As my temperature rose I found myself quickly unfastening my pants. Lorissa giggled, her hands to her mouth and eyes glued to my cock as it bounced free. She’d probably dreamt about her first sexual encounter many times in bed but I’ll bet she didn’t think it would be like this. 
‘Quickly’ I gasped, ‘on your knees girl’. Sensing my urgency and willing to please her eyes darted to the closed door. 
‘I don’t understand’ she said honestly ‘what do you want?’.
‘Your gonna suck my cock Lorissa right now’ I said, my ears tuned to the sound of Catherine on the stairs. Her lovely eyes widened but willing as ever she knelt on the floor, her dress folding beneath her waist. My cock stood out to attention. An arching erection with my heavy, fat balls hanging beneath. Lorissa looked down its length while I slid my hand behind her neck and guided my tip towards her lips. She resisted briefly, afraid I guess.

‘Open wide honey’ I gasped, my dick so hard it bobbed on each stroke of my raging pulse. She obeyed, her hands on my thighs, back straight as I pressed between her pretty lips, over her teeth and tongue. I had about three inches left and encouraged as I stretched her throat. ‘That’s it baby’ I said as Lori pushed and gagged. Grinning I began fucking her mouth with slow strokes. How many times had I dreamt of doing that. Those dreamy eyes moved from side to side, probably unable to understand fully what she was doing. It felt so good and when the teenager choked I felt her juicy saliva dribbling down my cock and wetting my balls. Damn it felt warm. The urge having been in me for ages I fair went at her. Lori looked up at me breathlessly and gasping for breath as my balls padded against her chin. Her long hair swinging. Breath hot as my old dick rooted her tight throat. ‘Suck it baby….suck it good!’.
‘Is this right?’ her muffled voice said. Tears where running down her cheeks and I could feel the wetness of drool swinging and slivering off my balls. Damn, she was a deep-throating whore.

‘Lorissa?… Jonathan?’. In my urgency I’d fail to hear the sound of footsteps. Lori stopped letting my cock fall from her mouth and looked up at me with horror. 
‘Its ok Catherine’ I gasped taking her nieces head and forcing my dick back into her mouth. 
‘The locks on’ I gasped as I fucked the girls pretty face with hungry strokes. Lori in turn, sucked mightily. I felt her groan amid her regular swallowed that tightened up my shaft. She was definitely turned on. 
‘Damn honey I’m gonna come’ I gasped under my breath. Lorissa looked confused yet her eyes shut tight as I pulled out, pressed back her head and squirted my wet load into her pretty mouth, jacking and working every last drop out. Her chin was a sticky mess but there was such a look of surprise on her face as I staggered back breathing hard. ‘You swallow that down honey’ I grinned, pleased as my bride to be took the jizm down in two gulps and finished with a broad beam. Quickly we stood, Lori straightening her dress and wiping her eyes as I tucked myself away. Waiting a brief moment I unlocked the door. Catherine’s face was like thunder. 
‘What were you doing in here?’ she asked, her sharp eyes darting to Lorissa who wisely kept them down. 

I’d got it in my head now. Poor Lori. The desire to see that virgin cunthole stretched out by horny black bulls was too much to bear and the next morning I was out early. I knew the girl would be up doing her chores and I wanted to see her again so badly. As I walked up the path I saw her feeding the chickens in the yard. She had on a white working dress and sneakers, her long hair tied back with a yellow bow. 
‘Hey there’ I said. ‘Your aunt around?’. Lori shook her head and smiled. Her eyes where bright and she was obviously thinking about the previous evening. Just the sight of her was enough to stir my dick. As if my cock remembered last night too. 
‘Are you gonna touch me again Mr Johnson?’ she looked shyly up towards the house and gave a hopeful grin.
‘I’ve got something I’d like to show you’ I said. ‘You want to come and see?’

I was pleased when she nodded and taking Lori’s trusting hand I led her through the porch of my house. She seemed nervous. More obviously so as she stood in my lounge, her teenage hormones kicking in. If Catherine knew she was here she’d have gone mad for sure. The girl had only been in my house a handful of times and it brought a smile to my lips to see her so shy and out of place. Playing with her fingers as she stood looking around.
‘Ok Honey?’ I grinned. 
‘You going to touch me again?’ she repeated. ‘I mean you can if you want to…I…I don’t mind’. My hand felt hot as I accepted her offer. Drawing a gasp of tension from her lips as I squeezed those perfect tits in turn through the dress. 
‘That feel nice sugar?’ I asked. She nodded, her eyes bright and focused on mine. By now my cock was forcing it’s way through my jeans. I’d such a hard on like you wouldn’t believe. 

Tom had supplied me with some new photographs. The latest on his wife Danielle. I took the album and carried to the lounge. 
‘You’ve got a lot of friends in town’ I said, sitting the sweet girl down on the sofa. Lori looked surprised as I took her hand. She didn’t hear that term very often. I sighed, reached out and pushed her hair back behind her ear. 
‘What do you mean?’ she asked softly, tilting her pretty head to one side. 
‘I mean there’s a lot of men that want to be good friends with you honey’ I said started laying them out on the table in front of her. Lori’s eyes moved quickly between the pictures. Danielle was lying on a bed with one black man on mid twenties between her legs as another watched on. She was smiling sweetly at her husbands lens. A little shocking to say the least, Lori covering her mouth with her hand, but like a kid she couldn’t look away. I think she was kind of dazed by it. ‘She looks like she’s having fun doesn’t she?’ She nodded. ‘I want to know if you’ll spread your legs for black cock too?’

I enjoyed seeing Lorissa’s reaction. She couldn’t believe what id said but being there with me, the album, everything preyed on her. Quite subtly I lifted her long dress and slid my hand over her neatly cropped, panty-less pussy. There was mild resistance in her knees as I opened them and a gentle moan as I inserted my finger into her hole. It was a tight fit and extremely wet. Warm and slippery juice trickled down my hand as I busily frigged her. Bobbing on the sofa Lori turned the page hand tight on my knee. Danielle was on her knees and had taken a big facial that day. She was grinning, her left eye closed shut with spunk. It was all stuck in her auburn hair, both bulls standing on either side with confident looks on their faces. I grinned, wiggling now two fingers in Lori’s snatch, her bottom lip wobbling as the shower of her come squirted lightly onto the carpet. She just hadn’t seen anything like this before. Breathing hard through her small mouth. ‘What do you think Lori?’ I asked. She was trembling lightly and shook her head. ‘You know’ I began, ‘these men would really like to take pictures of you too’. 
‘Me?’ she said her bottom lip beginning to wobble.
‘Yes honey, they want to cum on you too’. Lori looked at me biting her lip. She didn’t know what to think and I could see the confusion in her look. ‘You’d like to be a star like Danielle?’ I asked. 
‘You mean it?’ the hope building in her voice. 
‘You’d be such a big star’. I’d always encouraged without knowing where it would lead. Told her that she could perhaps make it with her dancing. Suddenly it all came back to me. ‘You know, if you do well they might put you in magazines’ I lied. Her eyes suddenly lit up. ‘Videos too’ I said seeing her response and wondering what type of magazine would have a cute country girl being worked on by anything up to five black men. 
‘You think so?’ she beamed holding the messiest picture of Danielle. The one where she seemed happiest.

I told Tom the good news about Lori. My voice had wavered on the enormity of what we were about to do. On every occasion I thought of the beautiful girl sucking my dick and the men who would soon know what that felt like. It was I who suggested that we get a group together who would fuck Danielle and Lorissa together. Reasoning that the older women may be of huge support and encouragement. To have the girl on her own would be far to overpowering for her. That, I deemed, would be an excellent introduction. As an addition I had instructed Tom about the dancing lessons. As soon as I mentioned it he wanted to film the whole thing with a dance routine at the beginning. I knew Lori had always dreamt of going to other places. She was a great reader of romantic fiction and the idea of meeting men must have appealed to her. The fact that they would be black did sit with her a little. After all, she’d been raised with the same prejudices of that town. I wondered if she knew what kind of reaction it would provoke if folks found out. During midweek, after dark tom drove up to one of the Farms that paid the cheapest labour. With the offer of his own wife and a tight, teenage, white virgin he had no problem assuring adequate services.

It was a big week for Lori too. She was giddy and excited about the coming Saturday. I’d told her of course to keep it a secret from Catherine and she was eager to go along with it. 
‘We have six men for you honey’ I had said. ‘All for you and Danielle. She cant wait to meet you’. Of course Tom and I had talked about contraception. Danielle used the pill but it seemed perversely wrong for Lorissa, raised a good Catholic. She knew very little about sex for obvious reasons and in the end Tom joked she would have to put her faith in the Lord. The notion of Lorissa having unprotected sex with multiple men was of great significance to me. When the weekend did arrive I told Catherine that she was going with me shopping in town. We had been playing the marriage card well and I wanted her in no doubt of my intentions to wed her niece. Catherine wasn’t too keen on the idea of us being alone to say the least but she had business at the church. I’d timed it perfectly. Lori was getting very nervous but I guess excited about going on a trip. She’d been practising her dancing all week to boot. 

Town was a good half hours dusty drive along the familiar dirt tracks. Lorissa was smiling broadly, excited about the trip though her brown eyes couldn’t hide the fact she was nervous too. ‘Think you could open your legs to black cock’ had been my words. Even she knew how wrong that was. A respectable girl like her about to be used like a white fucktoy. I knew I was really starting something here and all the way I stressed on her the need to make a good impression and do whatever she was told. If she didn’t she might not get to see herself on video. I was as excited as she was. Amazed that she was really going to do it. This was what I’d been waiting for and I was determined to enjoy it. It was a scorching day as we headed up the main street past the shops. For a Saturday afternoon most people were inside out of the mid day heat. Anyone who saw us would most likely have thought we’d come for supplies anyway. Though they would have thought it unusual that Lorissa was with me. Still, it was too late now. I pulled into the small motel and into the car park. It was quite a small, crummy place and Billy the owner (who frequently turned a blind eye to Toms antics) didn’t get many customers. There were already three other trucks parked outside. 

‘Ok honey’ I said. Lorissa nodded. She had on a clean, crème coloured dress with a square neck and sneakers. The real outfit in a cloth bag upon her lap. Number 55 was the room we were due to meet in and as we walked up the wooden stairs and along I could see the dirty, aged curtains were closed to. Lori squeezed my hand hard as I led her to the door and knocked, keeping my arm around her tight, trim waist. She was obviously shy. Billy answered and shook me by the hand. In his late 50’s Billy Nelson had worked in the cotton fields much of his life. He had saved and bought the motel but his skin and hands showed the violence of those years gone by. I was particularly pleased he was here as he was also one of the few remaining folks who had worked for Lorissa’s late father. That fact alone was all the motivation he’d ever need and the prospect of fucking the young lady perhaps appealed to him more than any of us. Having lived under the pretences of Stanton so long I couldn’t blame him.
‘Well Hello Missy’ he said, eyes dropping curtly to Lori’s cleavage. It was hot inside and musty. The sweat hit you straight away. A signal the air conditioning was broken. The room itself was neat and small, adorned with cheap but sturdy wooden furniture with two single beds stacked against the wall and separated by a yard of carpet. At the rear was a TV and small kitchen, a bathroom and shower through that. Thankfully the back door was open and a faint waft of air as blowing through. Lastly on the kitchen table were two crates of beer. Extra incentives for men on a modest pay. They would be at home here.

‘Hey there’ Billy said again. Having spent many of his youthful days in the sunny fields he had exceptionally dark skin, dry with burnt, thickened hands. The gold band on his finger revealed his commitment to his late wife Jocelyn and the seven kids they had together. While I watched his eyes moved candidly up and down the fresh, sweet, white girl in front of him. 
‘Sir’. Lori glanced at me shyly as Billy took her small hand from mine and led her to the nearest single bed. I could almost make out his hard-on sticking through the thin cotton of his pants. Eagerly the old man took a seat, patted the bed beside him and encouraged her to join him. I watched with envy and pleasure as he worked an arm around her trim waist, shifted closer and inhaled deeply by her slender neck. He was a sly dog and knew just why he was here. Lorissa looked at me nervously, tight lipped and a pale innocence in her eyes. Caught by surprise as Billy discretely ran his aged hand over both her pert breasts. I took a seat in the chair and sighed. Maybe Lori remembered my words to her. ‘Let them have what they want’ because stirred by her reaction, or lack of one, Billy ran his tongue around his lips and felt her with more urgency. As if sensing that he could probably do whatever he wanted. His free hand rubbed his crotch as he lifted and squeezed Lorissa through her shirt.
‘Oh fuck..fuck..fuck yeah!’. Under his breath I could hear his sigh. What a host he was.