Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2017 14:46:38 -0500
From: John Galaor <john.galaor@aol.com>
Subject: How I got a black daddy 3

How I got a Black Daddy - 3
An incest story

Warning:

This story contains a fiction about a black man as his daddy and a white
boy playing the role of an adopted son; they engaged in sexual acts.  Then,
if your morals are contrary to these acts get off please.  If it is illegal
in you land, please get off.  This is not meant for you.

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How I got a black daddy 3

Part Three

The last lines of Part Two

We sat at the table and my mum was very happy as ever.  She was cheery and
had prepared a smelling breakfast with bacon and eggs.

She was more than happy today.

"I was fearing to go awaking with my bell swinging over your heads."  She
said.

We do not said any prayers for we are a very liberal family.  So we started
at once to eat like were were hungry wolves.

We were influenced by the gayness of my mum.  As we were eating we
exchanged some pleasantries for it is a custom of the family.

"Oh, dad, I see you very happy... and relaxed today," mum asked daddy.

"Yeah, I had a wonderful night."

"And you, Adrian?  Have you had a sweet sleep?" She asked me.

"Yeah, mum.  I had a sweet sleep."

"Me, too.  I sleep like a log all night," she said.



So, you see, we are a happy family.  My white mum, my black dad and me we
were all happy.  Then, suddenly my mum started to sing a nursery rhyme,



See Saw, Margery Daw,

Johny shall have a new master;

He shall earn but a penny a day,

Because he can't work any faster.



And as she finished her song we went to the bathroom, brushed our teeth and
she was out for our daily business.





NOTE: The previous scene of Part Two, looked a little crazy; that's true.





Part Three



I heard a knock at the door of my bedroom, and my big black daddy entered
in and saying,

"Hi, Adrian!!  Rise up.  Time for breakfast."

I awoke with a great hardon and an urgent need to pee.  I saw my black
daddy only a few seconds for he left.

I could not believe I had such a hardon.  I stood up and went to bathroom
to pee.

After a while, I opened the door of my bedroom and I went out to the
corridor.  A delicious scent of fat was raising up from the kitchen.

My black daddy was making breakfast in the kitchen.  I felt so great, for I
had such a huge black daddy that was making breakfast.

I went down to the kitchen, still wearing the pajama. Then, I recalled my
dream, and I checked with my hand to see if I had wet my underwear.  It was
wet like in my dream some minutes ago, but... it was... well, no... er...
was it?  I was not sure.





"Breakfast is ready.  Are you coming, Adrian?"

"Yeah, dad!"

"Come on," he said.

The food smelled delicious.  It was about the same I had at night but the
pizza.

I saw more or less the kitchen I had seen in my dream, but my white mum was
not there.  I dwas looking for the bell my mum was shaking, but do not saw
any. I had probably a dream about having a mum.

"Have you not heard the bell, daddy."

"What bell?"

"The bell of mum."

"What you say?"

"She was very happy, shaking a bell and calling us for breakfast."

"You've dreamed of a mum ringing a bell?"

"Yeah."

"You're probably missing a happy mum. There is not any mum in this house,
son."

"Oh! I was then dreaming. My mum never was happy."

"Well, forget sad memories.  Have you had sweat dreams?"

"Er... yeah.  Mostly."

"OK, now we must eat."

"Do you always eat this way in the morning?"

"It's a traditional British breakfast." ·

"But we are not British."

"Never mind, son.  We should eat the best."

"Is this not the food causing a rise in cholesterol?"

"Well, you should not believe all you hear."

"Is it not true?"

"The cholesterol comes from eating carbs."

"What are carbs?"

"Carbohydrates."

"And what are those?"

"Carbs are all things that are not fat, meat, or fish."

"You mean like bread?"

"Yeah.  And all things sweet.  We are not going to eat any of this stuff."

"Not ever?"

"Well, just a little bit from time to time."

"From time to time?"

"Yeah.  Sweet are sort of a poison.  Now start eating, son."

"Yeah, dad."

We started to eat, for I was pissing off my daddy with my questions.

Then, the cholesterol after all does not come from eating fat, or meat.

This was a new thing to me.  How can my black daddy know that much?



When we finished eating, my black daddy asked me,

"Have you slept well, dear?"

"Well, yeah... mostly."

"Did you missed something?"

"Well, I missed a daddy in my bed."

"Were you feeling cold?"

"A little bit."

"Poor boy.  If I had knew you were cold, I would be in your bed to heat
you."

"But you were not?"

"Well, I was so concerned... with my new role as daddy, that I did not dare
to disturb your sleeping to see if he was cold or hot."

"You not dared?"

"I do not wanted to disturb your sleep."

"I am not a kid anymore."

"You are not a kid?"

"I am a grown up.  Sixteen years old and close to 17."

"I should try to remind this.  So you are close to seventeen."

"Yeah."







We went to the big bathroom and we brushed our teeth.

The bathroom was very comfortable, for it was a little warmer than the rest
of the house. It was a little like tropical, and I loved it.  I was eager
to know what would happen next

My daddy started to undress and I followed suit. I was about to discover
the secrets of my black daddy.  I had not seen him naked till this moment.

My Daddy took off the shirt of his pajama, and I did it. He had a great
chest, not very hairy, for I suppose blacks are not hairy.  Then, he pulled
down the trousers of his pajama, but he was wearing boxers underwear.  Do I
discovered anything?  But he had powerful thighs.  They must be, for he was
a player of basketball.  I followed him and pushed down the trousers of my
pajama.  Then my daddy pulled down his boxers...

"Wow!"  I exclaimed.  "This is huge!"

"I am not sure if you can..."

"Not sure?  I bet I can try."

I had pulled down my underwear and my black daddy watched me, a white son
stark naked. Would he be disappointed?

"You know what?"  Asked my daddy.

"I missed something for years."

"What is it?"

"To suck the dick of a high school boy."

He knelt before me, and started to suck my white dick. I was amazed.

His lips were like miraculous.

As he was sucking the sweet smell of my horny daddy invaded my nostrils. I
was sort of inebriated. He had a powerful scent.

He engulfed my white peter in his mouth with eagerness.  He suctioned, like
he had dreamed of for years.

It was great to watch my black daddy sucking my peter. The pleasure was so
high that feared to come off in the mouth of my daddy.  It would had been
disrespectful.

My dick began to have jerks.  Daddy interrupted and said,

"Countless of times I was dreaming of this."

Then, I asked,

"You were?"

He stood up and said,

"Yeah.  I was in love with those white asses in the showers, when I was in
high school."

"Then?"

"I was thinking... to have a chance... of taking their white asses... I
needed to put them in heat."

"To put them in heat."

"Yes.  Think about, a young white boy... admiring my black dick in the
showers, he would need to have an heroic attitude."

"An heroic attitude?"

"To take up... a dick of my size."

"I see."

"It's like with a girl.  You must suck her clit, to make her put out."

"Why?"

"She had heard a big dick is painful."

"Oh, I see."

"We must take this slowly."

"Yeah."

"Lets distract with the shower."

"Can we wait a moment?"

"What for what?"

"I love the scent of your body."

"Do you mean my smell?"

"I love it.  It makes me feel like... it's irresistible."

My daddy remained quite and I embraced him.  With my face close to his
chest I was feeling the intense aroma of my black daddy.  Then, I saw that
my nose was close to his right armpit.  For he was a lot taller than me.
Then my nose was right there.  I raised his arm and approached my nose to
his armpit.  It was a delicious scent.  I nearly fainted.  I was for a
while smelling him, and licking him here and there, in his armpit... and my
daddy saw I was ready for more daring adventures.

Then, he stopped me and said,

"Now, come.  Let's go for the bed." he said.

"What if mum caught us playing?"

"No worry.  She went shopping."

"Shopping?"

"She forgets the whole world when she is shopping."

He droved me to his bed.

"Now you are ready for your daddy," he said.

I was a little hesitant.  This was a critical moment.

Daddy was probably conscious of my mood.  So, he said,

"Come to the bed, son."

He drove me to his bedroom.  As I entered I smelled the nice scent of my
black daddy.  I was very impressed.

This is a feeling you only have when you have a black daddy for the first
time in your life.  A black daddy in all its glory.

As we arrived to the bed, he pushed me sweetly over it.  I landed there and
began to squirm on it, like a little naughty boy stark naked wriggling on
the bed.  I was also delighted with the scent the sheets had.  He came on
the bed after me, and he was laying so close.  His scent was overwhelming
my senses.

"Come here, boy."  He grabbed me by an arm and put me over his body that
was laying on his back.

I was laying naked over his huge black body.  I felt a little frightened by
the enormous difference of our bodies.  I was so small and slender that I
felt... like a naughty boy abusing of his daddy.

I was sat on the huge boy of my daddy stopped squirming and sniffing.  I
become quite.

"Are you scared?" he asked.

"A little."

"Why?"

"What if... if mum comes?  She can catch us."

"She would not come."

"Why?"

"She is in a bingo shopping."

"So, she would not come?"

"She would not come for a month."

I felt a little alleviated.  Then, as my dad was doing nothing with me, I
began to tickle him.

I was siting on his belly and I was pinching his nipples.  I entered my
hands in his armpits.  They were wet and I smelled my fingers.  I loved the
smell and sucked my fingers.  I pulled up some of the hairs on his chest,
and he pushed my body farther down so that I was now sitting close to his
huge thing.  Then, I bended my body forward and my hole was now on the tip
of his hard thing.  I was sort licking his lips with my tongue, and making
silly noises like a naughty boy playing naked with his daddy's in bed.  As
I was licking the face of my daddy, his big thing down there was like wet.
I felt it was hot and wet like smearing with desire my virginity.  I mean
the external face of it, for I think my virginity was hidden inside, a
little frightened.

When daddy tired of having me on top of his belly doing silly things, he
turned me down and had me trapped below his huge body.

"You are being a naughty boy."  He said.

"Was I?"

"Yeah, and I am going to teach you a lesson,"

"Sorry, daddy.  I was only playing."

"Only playing?  I am going to teach a play."

I had not any way to escape out.  I began to squirm out like those boys
doing wrestling, but he had me well trapped.  I felt his belly over me.
And more than his belly I was a little frightened because his black thing
was huge.

He started to suck my nipples.  Later he was licking my belly.



Now he let me laying on his bed, and he began to tickle me, like I were a
kid.  Later he was kissing my body, and and he bit a little hard my
nipples, and... then his mouth swallowed to my white peter and he started
to suck it like it were a sweet.

He sucked also my little sack of balls, and I was becoming crazy.  He rose
both my legs and out them over his shoulders, then he started to lick my
virginal hole.  I could not believe my dad was licking my hole.  This
licking was not specially pleasant to me, but I took it as a homage to the
importance my little virgin hole had to him.  With my dad licking my ass, I
felt like a kid watching the moon and the planets with a telescope of 6
inches.

After a while of my black daddy sucking and I was ready for the sacrifice
of my virginity.





End of Part Three



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