Chapter 1

Women consider me handsome and charming. I appreciate their opinion and I take full advantage of that. I'm also black. Now being a 24-year old black man, you might think I'm going to tell you the story of my bedding and breeding pretty white women and their daughters. Nothing could be further from the truth. It's not that I have anything against the bedding and breeding of attractive women (it's a hobby of mine). It's just that I prefer females of my own race. I'm attracted to white women just like any other black man but my personal preference is for the black woman.

Since a lot of black men are trying to fulfill their fantasies of bedding white women I have little or no competition for the black woman, especially where I go to meet them. And where do I go to meet them? I go to a church with a black congregation. The church has always been and will always be the main meeting place for black people in the United States. However, in this day and age, a teenage boy will attend church under protest until he starts listening to his peers instead of his mother. Then he's long gone. The young adult male would rather sit in front of the television set and watch sports than attend church services with his wife or girl friend. That leaves the field wide open for me.

My business allows me travel the country (always under an assumed name). I dress well and am well-educated. I drive a late model luxury car (leased) and I have plenty of money although I'm not the type to flash it in the open where it attracts undue attention. I also leased a penthouse apartment through my offshore corporation which cannot be traced to me.

When I attend a new church I'm the center of attention, especially from practically every mother and her eligible daughter. There are plenty of married women with their young children in tow also checking me out. It's sometimes embarrassing when some of them corner me after the service trying to get me to commit to coming to dinner to meet the family. I resist anyone trying to lay claim on me until I'm ready to act; then I lay claim on them.

I had been attending this one particular church for several weeks when I decided I was ready to act. My target was a widow with four teenage daughters. They were all very pretty and I intended to ask her 19-year old out for a luncheon date. Her name is Lela. Her sisters are Melanie, Kayla and Tawny. Their ages are 17, 15 and 13 respectively. Mrs. Shaw's given name is Vanessa. She is 39 years old and still quite lovely. Her late husband left the family comfortable financially and I imagine she has her share of suitors. I knew that Lela and Melanie didn't have current boyfriends and the two youngest weren't allowed to have boyfriends.

"Your voice stands out in the choir, Lela," I told her at the social gathering after the service.

"Thank you," she replied. She was pleased with my compliment and a little embarrassed at the same time.

"I wonder if you would like to join me for a late lunch this afternoon." That got her attention.

"I... I don't know," Lela said nervously. "Let me ask my mother." Her mother was standing a couple of yards away talking to her other daughters. The young lady grabbed my hand and led me over to Vanessa. "Momma, Mr. Wilson has asked me out to a late lunch this afternoon. May I go?" I was a little surprised that a 19-year old would still be asking her parent for permission to do anything but since she was still living at home I suppose it was to be expected. Vanessa displayed a small smile but then put on her concerned parent mask. She wasn't one of the mothers trying to foist her daughter off on me and I appreciated that.

"This is kind of short notice," the attractive mother said.

"I'm nineteen, Momma." Lela gave her mother a pleading look.

"You're welcome to join us," I suggested. That offer pleased her. I wasn't trying to get her daughter off alone.

"I can't do that," Vanessa replied. "I have much too much to do this afternoon."

"I'll go with them," Melanie offered. That got her a quick glare from Lela but Melanie ignored it.

"That might be all right," said her mother, "if Mr. Wilson doesn't mind."

"I don't mind at all," I said.

"Can we go too?" said Kayla doing a little dance. Tawny nodded her head in agreement.

"No, you may not," their mother declared. Both younger ones put on disappointed looks. They couldn't realize I had plans for them too. Vanessa and I exchanged chitchat while Lela put away her choir robe. The news had already spread that I'd asked out Lela. There were a lot of disappointed faces as I escorted Lela and Melanie out to my car. Actually, those disappointed were the lucky ones.

I took the two sisters to an upscale restaurant, something a little better than what they were used to. I don't drink when my date can't legally do so. We sipped iced teas while we waited for our order. I paid most attention to Lela since she was my actual date. I barely noticed Melanie until she came back from a visit to the powder room and placed my hand nearest her on her bare upper thigh. The little slut had removed her hose in the restroom and hiked up her skirt when she sat down. We were in a booth in a dimly lit room so Lela couldn't see what was going on. I gently squeezed Melanie's thigh and put my hand on top of the table. That didn't stop Lela's younger sister who began to gently caress my thigh right next to my prick.

Our meals were served and Melanie desisted for a while. Eventually, Lela left to visit the powder room and I said, "I'm supposed to be Lela's date."

"All's fair in love and war," Melanie replied "I don't think you're going to say anything, are you?"

"What do I get if I keep my mouth shut?" I wasn't going to say anything and she knew it.

"Anything you want," said the teenager. "I don't care what you do with Lela as long as I get some too." She placed her hand on my prick and began to caress it through the cloth.

"I'm glad you think Lela is as ready for it as you seem to be. Would you be shocked if I told you I wanted to do the same thing to your whole family?" I knew I was taking a chance but I wondered if Melanie could be turned into an ally. If so, my plans could be greatly accelerated. The girl's eyes bugged out and her mouth gaped.

"You're going to hell just for saying that," Melanie declared. "I didn't know Satan attended church." She didn't take her hand off my stiffening prick.

"I find some of my best prospects there," I said. I ran my hand up between her thighs and she spread them to give me easy access. "Take off your panties, Melanie, and give them to me." The bitch gave me another startled look but she obeyed me. I sniffed them after she handed them to me. It smelled of aroused womanhood. I stuffed them in my suit jacket pocket. I wanted to show Melanie I was the dominant partner in this little scheme. Besides, I think she enjoyed being told what to do.

"Tawny is only thirteen and I can't figure how you'll get to Momma. She hasn't allowed a man near her since Daddy died."

"All things are possible when you have a friend on the inside," I said. "I'll get to them eventually. In the meantime, I intend to fuck Lela; today, if possible. I'll fuck you afterwards. May I count on you?" I wanted to see her reaction to my crude language. She didn't reply but took a sip of her iced tea and smiled. I gave her some quick instructions just before Lela returned.

"That building is where I live," I said pointing at one slightly taller than the rest. "I live on the top floor. It's a great view."

"Oh, I wish we could go see it," said Lela. I knew she'd say that.

"Do we have the time?" Lela looked thoughtful and then turned around and looked at Melanie.

"I don't mind as long as Momma doesn't find out," said Melanie. She had read her sister's concerns perfectly and allayed them. Lela turned back to me and nodded.

I gave the girls a quick tour of the digs. Melanie feigned interest in my music collection and I told her to play anything she wanted. I cater to various tastes in music so I have quite an eclectic collection. Melanie chose rap music. I hate rap music. Well, it was loud and I took the opportunity to lead Lela back to the master bedroom. We started kissing the moment I closed the bedroom door. Before long I was running my hands up and down her body. When I went for the zipper at the back of her skirt however, she stopped me. "No, Greg!"

"Is something the matter?"

"We barely know each other and this is our first date. I'm not going to sleep with you on the first date and not for a long while after that. I'm afraid you're a little too fast for me." I nodded and turned to stare out the window for a while.

"I think it's time I take you home." She nodded her head.

"Will I see you again?" Already, Lela was afraid she had chased me away.