Chapter 2

After Sunday services, I drove Lela home for a change of clothes and then to the picnic grounds in a caravan of cars with Vanessa, her other daughters and other church members. A lot of the married men and teenage boys, who like to avoid church, willingly go to the picnics for the free food and games. The men make an effort to participate in the activities with their children, but most of them eventually wind up in the back parking lot drinking and bullshitting with each other. Why do they even bother showing up? Since I didn't have anything in common with them I spent a lot of the time helping the women set up the potluck-type picnic.

I tried to keep an eye out for an opportunity to be alone with Kayla or Tawny but they decided to spend their time with their girlfriends. Even Melanie had disappeared. While Vanessa was talking with a bunch of other women I whispered to Lela that she should meet me behind a nearby grove of trees about five minutes after I left. There seemed to be privacy there. She smiled and nodded. When she arrived at the rendezvous I took her in my arms and we started kissing and caressing each other. I had pretty much decided to fuck her when a voice nearby startled us and we jumped apart. "Lela Ann Shaw, I'd like to speak to Mr. Wilson--alone." It was her mother. Apparently Vanessa had grown suspicious of her daughter and followed her.

"We weren't doing anything wrong, Momma," said the frightened young woman.

"Go," Vanessa ordered and Lela slunk away with fear and helplessness written all over her face. The older woman stared at me for a few moments, I think, in hopes of intimidating me but I wasn't having any of it. I wasn't going to apologize or beg for forgiveness which is what I know she wanted. That would have placed me in her power.

"Isn't lunch ready," I asked with a smile. She gave me a shocked expression.

"I had thought you were a cut above the usual lowlife sorts that try to ask my daughters out. I guess I was wrong."

"We're only human, Mrs. Shaw," I replied. "Lela and I are quite fond of each other and we haven't done anything different from what you and Mr. Shaw probably did when he was courting you."

"Mr. Shaw was a gentleman at all times during our courtship," she said stiffly. "I wish the same could have been said of you with my daughter. You're not to attempt to see Lela any longer, Mr. Wilson. I hope I never see you again. Goodbye!"

"Stand right there and don't make a move," I ordered. "We're not finished talking."

"You have no right to talk to me in that matter, young man. If you so much as touch me, I'll scream." She was trying to act defiant, but I noticed she hadn't made a move since I ordered her to stop.

"You'll stand there quietly," I said.

"You can't order me around. I'm not your... your..."

"... slave? You were Mr. Shaw's slave though, weren't you? He trained you well."

"Mr. Shaw was my husband."

"Mr. Shaw was your master before he married you, isn't that right, Vanessa?" She stiffened when she heard me call her by her first name. I'd always been formal with her before.

"He loved me."

"I didn't ask you that, Vanessa. I'm sure he loved you. Even a master may fall in love with a slave. Don't forget that a slave can't lie to a master. She risks a whipping if she's caught lying to her master."

"You're not my master." Vanessa was being stubborn, but that's only to be expected. She wanted to make sure I was a true master.

I took off my jacket and laid it front of her. I didn't want her clothing soiled which might have caused others to comment. "Assume the slave position, Vanessa." She stared at me in wonder for a moment. I prayed I wasn't wrong about Vanessa. I realized I'd been holding my breath and slowly exhaled in relief as the older woman finally knelt down on my jacket and sat back down on her heels with her legs apart. She placed her hands on her knees and stared down at the ground; a perfect slave position. I admired her late husband more and more. I wish I'd had the opportunity to meet the man but he was dead and Vanessa needed a new master. "Proclaim your slavery," I ordered.

"I am a slave," she declared without hesitation.

"Who is your master, slave?"

"Oh, God forgive me. You are my master. P-please, Master, don't treat Lela like this."

"Don't worry, Vanessa," I whispered. "Your daughter is nothing like you. If you continue to please me, I shall remain a gentleman with her." That was a lie, of course, but a master has no obligation to be truthful to a slave. A slave may rebel, however, if it is to protect her young so lying to her was the best course of action for me to take. I pushed Vanessa onto her hands and knees. I pulled up her dress, took down her panties and caressed her broad hips.

"I'm not protected," she warned, but at the same time she wiggled her ass in anticipation of being fucked.

"That's not my concern," I declared. I exposed my loins and drove my prick into her sopping wet cunt.

"Dear lord forgive me," Vanessa gasped as I penetrated her. It was tight from long disuse. Of course, things could have gone totally wrong but I had been very lucky. I wondered if my luck would run out, but instead of being apprehensive, I was very excited. Countless men would have gladly traded places with me as I sawed my prick in and out of her, but a woman like Vanessa required special handling and very few have the insight and knowledge needed to exploit her submissive nature. Brute force and intimidation won't work in the long term. Vanessa eventually shuddered into three orgasms before I spurted my seed into her fertile womb.

"You're not to wash my seed out or interfere with it in any way, slave. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Master." I pulled out of her and zipped up. Vanessa quickly arranged her clothing.

"I'm so glad we had this conversation, Mrs. Shaw."

"I'm glad too, Mas... uh, Mr. Wilson, but what do I tell Lela? What if I'm pregnant?" I hope you are I immediately thought.

"You don't have to tell her anything. I'll do the talking. Now, get moving or people might start wondering what we were doing back here." I purposely ignored her worry about unprotected sex. Vanessa preceded me out into the open just as the group was being called to lunch. Lela was waiting for us with an anxious expression, but I smiled to reassure her and took her hand as we lined up for the potluck. I could tell she was puzzled about her mother and me keeping mum about what we talked about. Lela bombarded me with questions once we were alone again, but I just told her, as nicely as I could, to shut up and eat. I decided to behave myself the rest of the day and returned Lela home with just a goodbye kiss.

Later that evening I received a call from Melanie. "I'm in slave position, Master," she whispered. I was startled. How in hell did she know? Her mother wouldn't have told her. I was sure of that.

"You were spying on us this afternoon," I said after I calmed down and figured it out.

"Yes, Master," Melanie replied. "I couldn't believe my eyes. I would never have imagined my mother was that way."

"I think I'll give you a well-deserved whipping the next time I see you."

"If you spare me the whipping, I'll tell you some very interesting news, Master."

"Do you think you're playing a game with me and do you enjoy calling me Master, Melanie? Or is it your desire that you really become my slave? I wasn't role playing a little game with your mother and I won't do that with you either. A slave's life isn't her own. I can whip her for any reason at all or for no reason at all. I know you heard the part about how a slave cannot lie to a master. She also can't withhold any information from her master.

"If I wanted to, I could sell or give you away to another master. He could turn you out and pimp your ass on the street if that was his desire. You would have nothing to say about it. So I'll ask once again, Melanie. Is it your desire that you voluntarily become my slave?" I was really trying to scare her off. Even though she wasn't a natural-born slave like her mother, Melanie could be trained to be a very good slave, but that would take time.

I heard her swallow hard and then she said, "Yes, Master." I wish I could have seen her face.

"Then proclaim your slavery."

"I am a slave."

"Who is your Master?"

"You are my Master." I couldn't very well initiate Melanie into her slavery over the phone, but that could wait.

"What is the news you have to tell me, slave?"

"Kayla came down with a slight chill and fever today. Momma wants her to stay home from school tomorrow and rest. She'll be all alone." This was indeed interesting news. I planned to be there and keep her company.

Melanie told me Kayla was fond of Japanese comics called manga in the form of graphic novels. The type she liked were romances geared toward young teen girls. I believe they're called shojo. I made a quick trip to the bookstore and picked up copies of a series Melanie said her sister was reading. After picking up Lela Monday morning for her ride to school, I drove back past the Shaw residence and made sure Vanessa had left for work. She was a receptionist for a loan company downtown. I parked on the next block and walked back. I rang the doorbell and the pretty coed opened the door with the security chain still on. Smart girl. "Mr. Wilson?" she said. "Lela and Momma aren't home right now. I'm not allowed to let anyone in."

"I know that," I replied. "I heard you weren't feeling well so I brought you a little gift to perk you up." I pulled one of the books out of the bag and displayed it. Kayla gasped and closed the door. I heard the security chain jiggle and the door was pulled wide open. She grabbed the bag and went back inside with me following her. Her mother's admonition not to allow anyone into the house was forgotten.

"Thank you, Mr. Wilson," Kayla gushed. "How did you know? I'm going to read every one of them today." She gave me a hug. I could feel her luscious breasts against my chest and my prick began to harden. I didn't fuck Lela that morning. I planned to save all my sperm for her 15-year old sister.

"I brought you something else." I pulled an anime DVD out of my pocket. "Maybe we can watch it together. And please call me Greg, Kayla." Kayla's eyes glittered with excitement and I knew she wasn't going to ask me to leave.

"Don't tell anyone," the young teen said as she watched me slip the DVD into the player and click on the TV.

"Of course not," I replied. I sat down on the loveseat and motioned to her to join me. That's when she got kind of shy and self conscious.

"I look a mess," she said. "I should put something on." She had a robe on that didn't flatter her. It pleased me that she wanted to look good for me.

"Are you decent underneath the robe?"

"I still have my nightgown on."

"May I see, Kayla?" I playfully asked. I had expected her to refuse, but the young girl shrugged her shoulders and removed her robe. She was wearing a blue cotton night shirt that came down to mid thigh and showed off her legs nicely. I smiled in approval as she put herself on display.

"I don't want to watch any video right now," said Kayla. "I love you, Greg." She stared down at the ground as if ashamed by her statement or afraid of rejection. Perhaps Kayla felt guilty for making a play for her oldest sister's man. I was going to seduce the teenager while we watched the video. It looked like I wouldn't have to bother. I stood up and took Kayla in my arms. I didn't waste any time after a brief but tender kiss. I started pulling up her top and she raised her arms to accommodate me. A mature set of tits bounced into view. Her panties followed and I stepped back to admire the ebony beauty that stood before me proudly displaying her feminine nudity; a black Venus.

"You're beautiful, Kayla." I wasn't lying and Kayla knew it. If anyone was built to give birth to several handsome and healthy black babies, it was this teenager. It was a shame that I'd probably be able to breed her only once. "Go to your mother's bedroom and wait for me," I said. She nodded and walked toward the hall. Her broad child-bearing hips swayed gently, beckoning me.

I chose Vanessa's bed because it was probably larger than Kayla's own and I wanted to stretch out with her. It was to be our marriage bed where I'd make the pretty teenager a woman and my "wife." I stripped out of my clothes and retrieved an old towel from the linen closet that probably wouldn't be missed. Kayla was stretched out on top of the covers of her mother's bed when I entered the room. She looked surprised to see my own nudity and nervous when she took the measure of my cock stand which stood out stiff and proud. I wasn't in any hurry. No one was due home for hours. I lied down on the bed beside Kayla and took her in my arms.

We kissed and cuddled for several minutes. Kayla finally began to relax and return my caresses with her own. "I love you," the pretty coed whispered. She was telling me she was ready to be fucked and I was going to oblige her.