A Father's Revenge

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 child..."

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 child 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 child.

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 child. 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.

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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.