Jason Cannon: The ministers_s daughter

Huge red welts rose all up and down her body. She screamed and begged him to stop. He didn't listen. She cried and begged some more until she realized, from the searingly heated look on his face that he was enjoying it and slobbering to himself over her nude body and what he was doing to it.

The more he beat her the wilder he got. He locked her mother out of the room when she tried to stop him. The blows got harder and angrier.

And then she noticed.

He had an erection. It bulged like a tent pole in the front of his pants.

You fucker, you son-of-a-bitching, cocksucking hypocrite! she screamed to herself. You'd like to fuck me just like everybody else, but you'd die first, wouldn't you?

Later, as her mother rubbed salve into the welts on her back, they talked.

"I can't help it, Mother. I just can't help it," she whimpered.

"I know. I know."

"And sometimes it's no good. I wish I hadn't done it."

"But then you do it again," her mother said. "Yes."

"I was the same way. I always wanted more but I settled for less. Don't you dare say I told you this but your father has never really satisfied me. Sex is a strong drive. In you and I stronger than most people. I always wanted to control my desires by indulging them. But I didn't and now it's too late." "Why didn't you leave?"

"Money. A job. I don't know, honey. A man in this world can do just about anything, and get anything he wants because he has the power. He makes the money, gets the position and that gives him the power. The power to rule his own life."

"Yeah," said Midge, suddenly feeling the pain in her body ebbing away.

She drifted off into sleep only to be awakened by muffled voices in the next room. She recognized her father's voice add that of his sister, her Aunt May.

"I don't care," said her father. "If she must sin if she must do such things with her body, then let her do it after she's left my house. I won't have every man and boy in town laughing at me because he's lain with my daughter."

"Still," said Aunt May. "You shouldn't have beat her. I hate to see that lovely body marred."

"She's a daughter of Satan and a sin-loving whore just like her mother.

"Maybe if you had been more of a man with her mother.

"Shut up, May! Shut up."

"Of course, you probably didn't have much left in you when you finally married. You gave it all to me when we were growing up. Raping your own sister.."

"I told you to shut up."

"You hypocritical san-of-a-bitch. Maybe that's why I love cunt now instead of cock. You ruined me too young. You were a fucking animal."

"Shut your foul mouth."

"Even now you'd still like to fuck me, wouldn't you? Well, get away. Go fuck your wife. She needs it. Go fuck her or I'll go suck her and show her what she's been missing all these years."

"Stay away from her! And from Midge, too! I've seen the way you lust for the girl."

"Shouldn't an aunt love her niece?"

So that was it, thought Midge. Now she knew what all the stories she had heard about her aunt had meant.

She hardly slept waiting for the morning. When it came, she bathed, shaved her legs and under her arms very carefully. She arranged her hair so that its natural curl framed her face in a coy and provocative way.

Her wardrobe was still extremely small but carefully chosen. She molded the lacy, French-cut bra over her breasts, pulling them up and inward until the pink of her huge aureoles just peeked through the lace above the cups. The bra was cut low to accentuate the perfect cleavage between the two cups.

The panties were also French-cut, high on the hip above the thigh to make the most of what was already perfect. The patch of shimmery cloth across the crotch barely hid the rich curls of her lightly colored pubic hair.

Over this she pulled a skirt so short that when she walked it flipped up enough to reveal the plush bulges of her asscheeks made by the tight line of her panties.

And the sweater, one full size too small, molded over her tits, making them appear even larger than they already were.

When she was finished she appraised herself in the full-length mirror behind her closet door. It had been a little over two years since she had taken her first cock.

In the mirror she saw a woman. And not just any woman, but one with a fierce determination.

As she opened the door to leave, her mother, atop the stairs, called to her: "Midge, where are you going dressed like that?"

"Housecleaning," she said, and walked on down the porch steps.

In the six-block walk to her Aunt May's house she drew cat-calls, wolf whistles, several attempts to pinch her provocatively swaying ass, and one solid proposition.

"Hey, baby. With your body and my body we outta get together. I mean shit, wow!"

He was sitting sideways in a long, expensive dark-blue car. The door was open and he rubbed his crotch while he spoke. His body was huge, even in a sitting position. His black skin was like ebony against the whiteness of the car's interior. Huge, corded muscles bulged in his shoulders, arms and legs beneath the overly tight clothes that covered his big frame.

She glanced up and down the Street. It was deserted. She looked at his body again. This was as good a time as any, she thought.

"What have you got?" she asked.

"A lot, white Mama, more than enough."

He stood in the shadow of the car. He was huge, at least six foot five, and his cock, when he unzipped his fly and brought it out into the open, matched his body size in every way.

Her mouth watered and twitched involuntarily, and her cunt became at once both wet and hot when she saw it. His prong was beautiful. It was at least a foot long and wrist thick at the shaft. The head, when he skinned the foreskin back, was bulbous and purple.. She wanted it.

She crossed the few feet to him, reached out and grasped it in her hand. The meat seemed to swell and expand within her grasp. It felt fantastic as she squeezed and kneaded it. That's the other thing I want, she thought. That kind of cock would at last satisfy me. She was sorely tempted to ease into the car with him and temporarily give up her mission. She wanted to spend the whole morning with this huge black man and feel that tremendous cock grinding inside her pussy.

"You like it, don't you, Mama?"

She looked up.

His face leered down at her.

He reached out and squeezed her mammoth tits. "Damn nice!" he said.

Cocky, she thought, sure of himself No. no, the power is mine!

"Fuck off!" she said, smiling coyly and turning away from him. His mouth dropped open and his cock went limp as she turned and walked away with her hips and ass swaying.

At one time May had probably been beautiful. But passing forty she had started to let herself go. She was still attractive, but age had taken its toll on both her face and her figure. It was all still there, but not as refined as it once must have been.

"I promised I'd help you with the housework," Midge said, closing the door behind her and purposely posing before coming into the room.

"Yes," her aunt said. "I'd forgotten it was Saturday."

May tried but could not avert her eyes from the young girl's body. She was strikingly beautiful, voluptuously appealing. She wanted to reach out, knead and stroke, even crush those huge tits with both of her hands.

It had been going on for over two years. Aside from giving Midge a chance to earn a little extra money for herself by helping with the house every Saturday, May wanted the young girl alone with her so she could watch her move, and later dream.

Each week, after Midge would leave, May would undress, lie on her bed, and masturbate as she thought about her young niece's body.

But she had never seen Midge dressed as she was dressed this Saturday. It jarred her to the point where her speech faltered and her legs seemed to turn to wobbly rubber.