Chapter 2

Thanks to markf52 for the editing help.

All characters in sexual encounters are eighteen years of age or older.

Characters:

Reginold Dewon Jackson Jr. (Reggie): Eighteen, near eidetic memory, senior in high school.

Don Timpton: Reggie’s guardian, owner of Timpton Engineering and Consulting.

Amber Timpton: Don’s much younger wife, one of Reggie’s MWPs.

Rita Collens: Married to Ralph, lives next door to Reggie, and buys herbs from him, one of his MWPs.

Nancy Larame: Married to Matthew, a used car salesman. She’s the phys ed and cheer coach at Reggie’s high school, one of Reggie’s MWPs.

Dan Tiller: Neighbor and friend of Don’s.

Carol Tiller: Dan’s younger wife, stepmother to Jasmine and Jimmy.

Jasmine Tiller: Dan’s eighteen-year-old daughter.

Jimmy Tiller: Dan’s sixteen-year-old son, one of Reggie’s ways into the Tiller household.

Nikki Nader: Wife of the mayor, Jeffery Nader, and mother to Bree and Lexi.

Sabreena (Bree) Nader: Classmate, daughter of the mayor, fraternal twin to Lexi.

Alexandra (Lexi) Nader: Classmate, also the daughter of the mayor, fraternal twin to Bree.

Clovice Turner: Billy and Chace’s father, owner of Turner Auto Plex, and employer of half the town, including Nancy’s husband, Matt.

Jimmy’s Bullies: William (Billy) Turner, Chace Turner, Haiden Baker, and Mark Lathem.

Senior Cheer Team: Jasmine Tiller, Vivian Daniels, Violet Mercer, Connie Little, Rebecca Taylor, and Sandy Hudson.

Blair Gant: Home Ec. and Health teacher, prude.

Sue Carter: Tattoo artist who does the tattoos and piercings for Reggie and his MWPs.

Amber is not an early riser, and I’m not either, but when you gotta pee, you gotta pee. When I came out of the bathroom, the light highlighted Amber. She was lying on her stomach with one of her legs straight and the other bent at the knee, almost at ninety degrees from the straight one. It gave me a perfect view of her pussy; I could see that it was still red and puffy from the fucking I had given her earlier. My cock began to get hard, and I knew just how to solve that problem.

I stroked my cock as I walked back to the bed, then I pulled Amber to the side of the bed, dropping her legs off the side, and then bent her at the waist. That didn’t wake her up, but me pushing my cock inside her sure did. She let out a deep and prolonged grunt when I did that, and she tried to crawl away from me, but I was holding onto her hips, so she couldn’t go far. I pulled her back to me and buried what I could of my cock into her, making sure to push until I hit her cervix.

I had but one goal, and that was to empty my balls in her. I fucked her hard and fast, and when I looked at the bedside clock, I saw that it read 3:45 am, so now my goal was to nut in Amber and go back to sleep. I grabbed Amber by her hair and pulled her to me. “Don had a vasectomy; you were never going to have his baby, but you will have mine, won’t you?” I said to her as I pounded her from behind.

“Yes, give me a baby!” She screamed as an orgasm hit her.

“You’re mine,” I growled as I shot my load into her.

I didn’t even have to tell her to clean my cock, because, as soon as I pulled out, she turned and began to clean me. I got back in bed, and she finished what she was doing, then we fell back to sleep. The alarm on the clock went off at 6:30 am, and we got up and showered together. Amber was a totally different person than she was yesterday; today she was all about taking care of me and my needs. She made us some breakfast, and then at 7:30 I had her call the school and tell them I was going to be late.

Amber never once asked why I had her call the school; she just did it. I picked out her clothes for our trip to Sue’s tattoo parlor: a black miniskirt, a very sexy red lace push-up bra, one of my white, long-sleeved dress shirts, a pair of red, four-inch high-heel shoes, and no panties. The shirt was to be unbuttoned and tied, leaving her bra exposed. I had never seen her in them, but Amber wore glasses, and they were going to make her outfit a shit-ton hotter, so I told her to wear them when she finished putting on her make-up.

The doorbell rang, and when Amber answered it, it was Rita. She looked as if she had not slept at all as she brushed past Amber and came straight for me, pulling my face down and kissing me like a long-lost lover. She seemed to calm and regain her composure. “Are you okay?” I asked her.

“I am now! I had a difficult time sleeping last night.”

“We’re about to go to Sue’s; go get ready, and you can go with us.”

Amber walked up to her, took her by the hand, and led her to our room. I went and got Don’s computer and put it into my bag. While Amber was getting marked as mine, I was going to see what else I could find out about Don and his company. Hopefully, I could find out why he had those pictures of my mom. I had to wait for about twenty minutes and was not disappointed. Rita came out wearing an outfit like Amber’s, except Rita wasn’t wearing glasses, and her bra and shoes were purple, and purple looked good against her tan skin.

The ladies got themselves some bottled water for the trip, and I grabbed my computer bag, with Don’s computer in it, and went to my truck. When Amber and Rita got in the truck, their skirts rose up and gave me a terrific view of their shaved, bare pussies. The two of them made small talk while I drove us to Sue’s. While they talked, Rita never hinted, or attempted to tell Amber, where we were going.

When we pulled up to Sue’s, I walked around to their doors to let them out. As they got out, they turned completely sideways, with their legs open, giving me another view of their pussies again. We walked into Sue’s, hand in hand, and as soon as we walked in, Sue greeted me with a look of amusement on her face and said, “This one I know,” while pointing at Rita, “and this one I don’t,” pointing at Amber.

“This is Amber, and she was added last night.”

“You want the same as the others, right?”

“Yeah, but this one gets ‘Reggie’s baby factory’ above her pussy.”

Sue began to laugh as she took Amber by the hand and led her to the back. Rita kept looking at me and towards the back. “You want to go back there with Amber, don’t you?” I asked Rita. Rita nodded her head. “Go,” I said, motioning for her to go and be with Amber.

It didn’t take long for me to have Amber’s name added to my list of MWPs on my chest. I sat up front and fired up Don’s computer as I began to dig for anything that I could use against him. I quickly found a very important detail that would make Don very sorry he had done what he had. Everything Don owned, and I mean everything, was in my name, for what reason, I haven’t a clue, but it was. Now that I had all the documentation I needed to sink him, I set out to do so. The first thing I did was to log into all his accounts and change the usernames and passwords so that I controlled all the money.

I learned that he had used some of my money to subsidize his company when it was about to go under and that he has a severe gambling problem. The more I dug, the more pissed I became, as I found that he had strong-armed and blackmailed my mom into giving him money. When a huge sum of cash supposedly came up missing from accounts my mom handled, he made it look like my mom was embezzling money from him. “That’s how he got her to have sex with him, taking those pictures of my mom,” I thought to myself. I was ready to kill Don, but I wouldn’t use a weapon per se. Instead, I would let him see his beautiful wife, big and pregnant, and then show him a video of me fucking her and her begging me to knock her up.

I found pictures of him and some of his ‘buddies’ standing around a fire, out in the middle of nowhere, with their white sheets on. This motherfucker was a member of the clan! I had no idea why he had me around, but I don’t think it’s out of the kindness of his heart. I searched his social media and identified as many of his ‘buddies’ as I could. The leader of his group was the mayor of our town, Jeffery Nader. I looked him up and knew that I was going to fuck his wife, Nikki, and his daughters, Sabreena and Alexandra. Nikki, from the pictures he had of her on his social media, was a tall, thick woman. She wasn’t fat by any means; she was ‘thick,’ and she was made for a big, black cock, my big, black cock.

She was a woman that needed a big cock to satisfy her, by the way she was built. I would say she’s at least four inches taller than her husband. She has fiery red hair, tits that could float a boat, and an ass that has its own zip code. Like I said, she was made for my black cock, and I was going to have her. Sabreena (Bree) and Alexandra (Lexi) went to school with me and were fraternal twins. Sabreena looked more like her dad, short and chubby but fuckable, and Alexandra took after her mother in every way, and both had their mother’s fiery red hair and were actually older than me by a few months.

The others in the group were mostly businessmen from around town, most of whom I didn’t know. Some had wives, some didn’t, and the ones that did, I would have to decide if some of the wives were even worth fucking and putting my Black baby in them. Pastor Daniel Evans, the pastor of our church, was one of Don’s white-sheet-wearing buddies. I would have no problem adding his wife, Lilly, and daughter, Ruth, as one of my MWPs, filling them with my Black baby makers. I’m sure Ruth’s husband, John, is a little dick, white sheet-wearing dipshit, like the others.

I needed to get to school and get it over with, and if I made it to school in the next hour, I wouldn’t have an absence. I made it to school with ten minutes to spare. I went to the gym for P.E. and was called to the office by Nancy. She, too, was jonesing for some reason, because she looked even worse than Rita had.

As soon as I was in her office, she had me close and lock the office door, which was a no-no. She was half naked and bent over her desk when I turned back around. I knew what she wanted, but she wasn’t going to get it on her terms; she would get it on mine.

I walked up behind her and gave her a very hard smack on the ass, right on the cheek with her new tattoo on it, taking her by surprise. “What was that for?” she asked with tears in her eyes when she turned to look at me.

“You are putting both of us at risk, acting the way you are.”

“I woke up this morning needing you. Not my husband, you!”

“What do you mean, ‘needing me’?”

“I need to feel the way you made me feel this weekend, and you’re the only man to have ever done that. My husband sure as hell never has, and never will, make me feel the way you have, so it’s you my body is craving!”

I dropped my shorts and told her, “On your knees.” She turned and knelt in front of me and reached for my cock. I slapped her hand away. “I know you want it, but you can’t have it. I’m in control, not you. Do you understand me?” I said to her as she looked up at me with her beautiful ice-grey eyes.

“Whose mark do you wear?”

“Yours.”

“You may be married to another man, but you indeed belong to me. Get up and get dressed!”

“If I bring you more women, will you make me feel like you did again?”

“What women?”

“How about the senior cheer squad, or Blair ... Mrs. Gant?”

“Is all the cheer squad eighteen?”

“Yes, all except Vivian; she’s nineteen.”

“And how do you suppose you’re going to get them to let me fuck them?”

“I would get them to take your ‘vitamins.’”

Before she could pull her tracksuit up, I bent her over the desk and slammed into her pussy with my hard, black cock as she gave me a grunt and a moan. I needed to be quick for both our sakes, so I fucked her like a jackrabbit. It took only five minutes, but she was cumming constantly, and I gave her a very big load of my black baby makers to marinate in her for the rest of the day.

“Come by my house tonight and get the ‘vitamins,’ as you call them, got it?”

“Yes, thank you, I feel a whole lot better now.”

I didn’t have a clue as to why Rita and she were acting all skitzed out, but I will have to look into it. The thought of being able to fuck Mrs. Blair Gant kept my cock hard for most, of what was left, of the school day. She is one of those prim and proper types that wears long dresses and long-sleeved shirts; the only skin you see is from her hands, neck, and face. I can tell she has some nice tits by how she fills out her tops, and the dresses she wears can’t hide the fact she has a nice ass under them.

At the end of school, I was walking to my truck when I saw a group of boys bullying Jimmy. This was an opportunity I was looking for. William (Billy) and Chace Turner, along with Haiden Baker and Mark Lathem, had pushed Jimmy to the ground and were in the process of rifling through Jimmy’s book bag and taking whatever they wanted from it. I walked up behind the quartet of bullies without them noticing me. “What ‘cha looking for in Jimmy’s bag?” I asked, making all four of them jump.

“None of your fucking...” Chace started to say something before he turned around and saw it was me standing there, then he quickly shut his mouth.

Chace was a couple of years older than Billy; he had been held back a couple of grades, and their dad, Clovice Turner, owned ‘Turner Auto Plex,’ the biggest car dealership in town, so they had ‘money,’ while Mark and Haiden were just flunkies that followed them around. Turner’s mom was not an appealing woman at all, as I’ve seen more curves on a two-by-four than what’s on her. I can’t even say she’s pretty; with her nonexistent features and brown hair cut short, she looked more like a boy than anything.

I didn’t know Haiden’s or Mark’s parents, but I would in time. “Put what you took out of Jimmy’s bag back in it and leave him alone. I don’t want to see you fucking with him ever again, got me?” They put whatever it was they had taken from Jimmy’s bag back in the bag and then ran off.

“Thanks,” he said to me as I helped him up.

“Not a problem, my friend. That’s what friends do.”

“Friends, we’re friends?”

“Yeah, unless you don’t want to be.”

“No, I ... I want to be friends with you.”

“Seeing how those assholes made you miss the bus; I’ll give you a ride home.”

“Thanks,” he again said as we walked to my truck.

“Not a problem, but can I ask why your sister doesn’t give you a ride home?”

“She doesn’t want to be seen with her kid brother.”

“Next year you’ll have your own car, so I wouldn’t worry about it,” I told him.

When we got to my truck and got in, Jimmy said, “Nice truck, but I’m a muscle car kind of guy.”