When I was twelve my Dad shared me with a co-worker.
When I was ten my parents got divorced. My mother had been having a long time affair and my father won custody of me. A long shot, given the courts bias towards mothers in those conditions. Dad always felt a lot of shame from how he won that fight.
See, the guy my mom was sleeping with was black and the judge ruling over their legal disagreement was of a “southern persuasion”. Dad and his lawyer made sure to regularly remind the judge that my mom was fucking a black guy. They were playing to their audience and it worked. It was a scummy tactic. He knows it. He regrets it. But it kept me with him.
My point is that Dad isn’t a racist. He never was. I learned that the “hard” way when I was twelve.
At twelve years old, after a year of casual nudity and non penetrative sexual activity, my father bent me over and slipped into my virgin pussy. That night I rode him, slow and easy, until my legs didn’t work. Our trip to a mouse owned theme park had to be pushed back a day while I recovered. Dad fucked me again in a gas station bathroom on the way home.
We fucked a lot after that. Dad’s cock was a bit larger than average, enough to make a grown woman happy, but I was just a little girl. We always went at my pace. Even to this day I prefer it nice and slow and sensual.
It was the end of summer that our sexual relationship was first revealed to another person.
Dad took me to a company barbeque. I met a bunch of people I pretty much immediately forgot. There were some other kids running around that I knew I’d never see again. It would have been a totally forgettable day if not for Barry.
The man was one of my Dad’s coworkers and I, apparently, had caught his eye.
That summer I had my blonde hair cut short. I was hoping it would make me look more mature, but all it really did was better frame a round freckled face and big blue eyes. I was cute as a button. I was also just starting to soften in the chest and rump. Just a bit of padding to hint at what was to come. That day a t-shirt and skirt were all I wore.
Barry, on the other hand, was tall, pot bellied and black. He was also quite a bit older. His hair gray. His face weathered. I thought he looked like a grandpa.
Dad had caught Barry checking me out. I’m pretty sure he already had suspicions regarding Barry’s interests, but it was at that barbeque that he knew for certain that his co-worker was interested in little white girls.
They talked in private for a while before I was brought over and introduced. We went inside the house of whomever was hosting the barbecue. All the other guests were in the back yard or the kitchen, but the three of us sat alone in the living room.
Dad had me sit in his lap while he talked to Barry.
“I told Barry about our secret.” Dad had said. “He’s not going to tattle. But he would like to watch and, if you’re up for it, have fun with us.”
My Dad then slowly pulled up my skirt to expose my hairless little pussy to the old black man sitting opposite ourselves. I thought his eyes were about to pop out of his head when he saw it. His reaction was worth a laugh. Barry couldn’t help but grip the bulge in his pants while I started grinding against my Dad.
“Sure!” I had said, having only a partial idea of what I was agreeing to. I was twelve, yes, but I still watched porn on my own and with my Dad. I wasn’t completely unaware of what was going on
We didn’t do anything there at the house. Dad eventually told me to run along and keep my skirt down. Then he and Barry talked for a while before coming back out to join everyone else.
When the barbeque was done Dad and I followed his coworker to his home. Barry parked on the street, we pulled into his garage. The two of us got a tour of his house. Three bed, two bath. Garage and back yard. A typical little slice of suburbia. He lived alone, but he did have a daughter and granddaughter. I thought they were both really pretty in the picture Barry showed us. Dad did too.
The men asked me to take my time in the shower, then come to the basement den. I was so nervous I had to hold on to the rail coming down the stairs. I’d never been naked in front of anyone but my Dad. I’d never done anything with anyone but my Dad. I was excited, but also scared.
When I got down there the two of them were drinking beer and watching baseball. They had also already cleaned themselves up and stripped down.
Barry was not my Dad.
Dad was tall and fit and had just a few gray hairs on his head that you couldn’t really see too well in his dark blonde hair. He kept his genitals hairless for my sake.
Barry was tall too, but his hair was all gray. On his head and chest and big black balls. He was bigger than Dad, but not by much. Cock wise, that is. He was quite a bit bigger than Dad in the gut.
“Come here, sweet pea.” Dad pulled me close and kissed me deeply. There was a lot of tongue. Then he had me face Barry.
Barry knelt beside me. He slipped his hand up my leg and rubbed my pussy, then he started sucking on my little tits. Dad hadn’t really done much with my chest before and the sensation was new. I moaned. I panted. I squirmed.
After a while Dad had me sit in his lap again and face Barry. He lifted me, lined up, then brought me down. I leaned back against his chest while he fucked me in front of another grown man.
I was a girl, a pre-teen getting impaled on her father’s cock while an old black man watched and waited for his turn with my little body. He didn’t have to wait long. Dad pushed me forward, Barry came close, and I got an eyeful of my first black cock.
He first laid it across my face. I still remember his smile. Looking down on a little white girl, her young face half covered in thick black meat, he probably could have cum right then and there if he weren’t holding back. But he didn’t. Instead he put his swollen head up against my lips and let me do what my Dad had taught me to do.
Bouncing on one cock while sucking another was harder than the internet made it look. We didn’t do that long before switching things up.
Dad sat me on the edge of a poker table and fucked me until he came. He wasn’t wearing a condom and he didn’t pull out. Instead my father drove himself balls deep into his little girls pussy and unloaded every drop of spunk he had to give. When he pulled out of my sloppy hole Barry stepped up and slipped in.
By that point I was crying.
I didn’t want them to stop. I didn’t say stop. I could have. But I didn’t. It hurt a bit, but it was also very emotional. Even before then, before I started taking Dad’s dick, I teared up whenever things got heated. Still do, actually.
Barry didn’t last long. Who could? Sloppy seconds in an underaged pussy isn’t the sort of thing a lot of men could hold back against. When he pulled back I felt like he was going to yank all my guts out with him. I felt so cold down there. So empty. My busted little cunt was gaping open, cool basement air was chilling my bruised flesh.
My Dad sorted that out when he slipped back in.
I didn’t learn until later that that night was one of pills. Barry struggled to maintain an erection and, while taking Viagra, offered my Dad half a pill. They also had a pill for me to take the following more, just in case.
I was in and out of it for a while after that. Dad and Barry kept taking turns with me. Then they’d drink and watch recorded games of baseball. Then they’d take turns with me again. I was a little fuck doll for two grown men. A twelve year old cum dump. And I never said stop.
We spent the night at Barry’s. The next morning he made everyone breakfast and, after some blowjobs, we went on our way. I spent the whole ride home with a double facial dripping from my chin. Freckles lost under a thick layer of spunk. Innocence long fucked out of my little body.
That wasn’t the last time we saw Barry. Far from it. Besides my Dad I’ve probably fucked that old man more than any other, my husband included.
It didn’t take long for Dad and Barry to organize a play date between me and Barry’s granddaughter, whom I’ll call Betty. Did they have an ulterior motive? Yes. Was I asked to encourage certain behaviors in a ten year old girl? Yes. Did I? Well, I thought it’d be fun.
It was.