Chapter 5

Alice’s newly adopted home with the Smiths was truly the best time of her life because she was certainly the center of attraction and was in that supposed formative age of fifteen with not a worry or care in the world.

The reality that Alice was a thirty year old fully grown female with a nympho fetish problem was her secret and she was ashamed to admit that the thoughts of depraved carnal naughtiness flowed through her brain almost every waking moment making her pussy wet with the need for filling at the first opportunity.

Mister Smith was an overly-sexed middle-aged banker with a fetish for young girls and anal delights.

His wife was a normal well-behaved spouse with a naïve attitude to sexual matters and she preferred not to engage in any oral or anal foolishness if it could possibly be avoided at all times.

Of course, she had her special fetishes and fantasies and she relied on her husband to make them come to fruition at those times when “a girl has got to have it”.

Her spouse had given up on trying persuading her to give him the thrills he desperately needed and he was overjoyed to have a suitable feminine substitute in his presumed fifteen year old adopted daughter right there in the room at the top of the stairs.

Alice bent over in front of the full length mirror and looked over her shoulder at her reflected brown eye entry and her neatly trimmed snatch with puffy feminine folds that looked a lot older than her announced fifteen years. The fact that she was in reality a thirty year old fully grown woman with a nympho fetish was a win-win for Mister Smith because he was able to act out all of his sexual fantasies with the new addition to the household.

Mrs. Smith was all caught up in her many charitable organizations needing her attention and she turned a blind eye to the closeness of her devoted spouse to their newly adopted daughter.

In fact, Mrs. Smith thought it to be “perfectly adorable” the way Alice bounced on her husband’s knee and his thoughtful reading of bedtime stories to Alice as he tucked her into bed each night his up close and personal touch of a full-time “Daddy”.

She was more than satisfied with her husband’s renewed vigor in humping her missionary style with deep strokes that almost brought her to the edge of release like she had experienced in the abbreviated honeymoon in the Caribbean Islands.

She remembered that time vividly because he had fulfilled her fantasy desire to have a dark-skinned muscular masseuse administer the anal remedy that she dreamed about but never dared partake in unless he was present and monitored her taking with spousal approval.

Rebecca Smith suspected her husband might be entertaining thoughts about their new adopted daughter and she considered it a fair trade if he might arrange a repeat of their honeymoon treat right there in their master bedroom with the lights turned down low and the sight of the dark flesh on top of her lily-white posterior would look so artistic in the mirror above their canopied bed as she gave up her anal privacy to a long-dicked massage specialist with rough hands and naughty fingers.

Of course, Alice had no inkling of her new adopted mom’s thinking about such a depraved carnal scenario. The fact that she witnessed it that following weekend was a new experience for her and she applauded her new mom Rebecca’s loud shouts of lewd welcome for the dark-skinned man’s heavy hands that spanked her cheeks. The long thick black dick that disappeared with magical repetition into her sweet sphincter of sublime satisfaction made Alice fumble between her own legs to find that elusive clit that she needed to rub furiously just watching the black on white disappearing dick trick right in front of her.

The young adopted girl with documentation that showed her to be fifteen was actually thirty with a genetic anomaly that made her continuously appear only half of her biological age.

At the current time, she was well-acquainted with almost every form of carnal desire and she had plenty of practice in using all of her opening to satisfy male desires. In fact, she was basically a nympho with little sense of guilt for her impetuous desires and she was ready, willing and able to do anything in pursuit of that ultimate tingle that would made her shudder with her happy orgasm behind closed doors.

Alice was hiding in the shutter blind closet watching her adoptive parents engaged in a classic sixty-nine right on top of the huge bed with the mirror in the ceiling above. She saw how Mister Smith thrust deeply into his wife’s nicely thatched bush and watched how the naughty woman pushed her inquisitive fingers straight up his muscular ass cheeks and inside his prostate with her own brand of milking that made his day.

The dark-skinned massage specialist was watching as well from the other side of the bed.

He had just removed all of his clothing and she could see his muscles rippling in the candlelight from the candles on the bureau and in the sconces on the wall.

The flickering light played over the white skin of the married couple and they were joined by the black skin of the professional soother of carnal desires.

Mister Smith spread his wife’s heart-shaped ass cheeks widely open and the long ten and a half inched dick of the dark-skinned professional entered Rebecca’s lily-white sphincter with an audible “pop” that sounded just like a fart.

The entire ten and a half inches slid slowly up into her fundament and Rebecca started to whine like a schoolgirl as soon as the slow-moving ass humper was about half-way up deep inside.

The intense man didn’t hesitate to make Rebecca take every last inch of his business and she was floundering around like a fish on a hook when he finally touched bottom deep inside her.