Happy Cakes
by Keith McDougall
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This is a work of fiction and has descriptions of sexual acts between adult over the age of eighteen and over. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional; any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.
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When Young Mandy Wellington sees the new family moving into her street just next door, she doesn't know what's in store for her, her mother and a long lost uncle.
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1
It was half past two in the afternoon and nineteen year old Mandy Wellington was bored. It was the middle of Saturday and she had nothing to do, no friends to hang out with and not much on TV.
Her mother was somewhere in the house 'fussing' with the cleaning, or something, and all the girl could do was to sit and watch the street from her window.
She had few friends anyway, none around here and her mother didn't encourage her to mix anyway. The woman just didn't trust people around her at all now, not since her last few relationships.
Mandy herself never had a boyfriend. Her mother never let her have any male friends and she had to tell them that she couldn't go out with them, the boys not understanding why she couldn't just keep it a secret.
But Mandy was unable to get them to understand that her mother would make her talk and she would get into trouble.
She sighed and looked longingly over at number 2, the big house on the corner that had been recently renovated before the new family had moved in. The Samson's had lived there for as long as she remembered, but then they moved away suddenly and this wealthy black family had now moved into the rebuilt house.
They had really done it up nice, making it look very expensive and upmarket. They had two big cars and a big motorcycle parked on their very wide driveway and Mandy longed to go to the house to meet them, wishing her mother wouldn't be so stupid and let her go and make friends with the people living there.
Ever since 'Uncle' Vince had been forced to leave, the police after him for fraud and other crimes, she didn't have much fun any more.
The man had hugged and fondled her excited body, squeezing her titties and pinching her bottom, sometimes slipping a naughty finger into her pussy or bum and making her giggle and then gasp as he sneaked a naughty kiss.
After that, her mother just didn't seem to want to have anyone around them any more, saying something about all the men in her life “treating her like shit” and stuff like that, confusing the dim-witted teenager.
She had no idea what her mother meant and never could get an answer to her query. What the girl did notice though was that she would always wake up in the morning nowadays and she didn't have that gooey, fishy-tasting stuff in her mouth any more like she did when Uncle Vince was around and she was a bit sad. She found that she liked the slimy stuff and looked forward to it when she woke up each morning.
She knew her 'Uncle' Vince had something to do with it, because he was always standing there after she woke, fixing his trousers and smiling down at her before bending to kiss her and then leaving her room after fondling her breasts again.
She sighed. All the things she wanted were so far away from her now. She wondered if she would even have any fun at all or if she would be lonely and stupid like her mother.
Mandy perked up, seeing the black family leaving their house. The two adults and their three teenagers walked out to their big off-road car and got in. She watched as the tall, handsome black man climbed into the driver's seat and his beautiful wife got into the passenger side. Then the tall and, also very handsome, twin boys got into the back, they were about nineteen or so, probably older.
They were followed by their sister, a very pretty black girl about Mandy's age with a really nice body, long shapely legs and nice pert breasts.
They looked like they stepped out of a soap opera or commercial, so bright and cheery, so very happy. The girl wished she could be a part of that happiness.
Then they all drove away and she felt the boredom once again as the small cul-de-sac became very quiet again.
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Alice Wellington was alone now, but not completely by choice. Her stepfather had taken her away from her mother and brother when she was younger, she had not seen them since that time, only hearing of her mother's death through her father's older sister in a letter.
Gordon Wellington was a brutal man who beat her every day for the slightest infraction, Alice constantly subjected to his thick leather belt across her meaty buttocks or his cock in her holes whenever he felt the whim.
He had been 'touching' her since she was a teen, coming to her bedroom one night and hurting her as he spend the night in her bed, her mother crying in the other room. He started sleeping with her more and more, until he just moved out of her mother's room into hers. That was before he took her and left.
“You're a stupid little bitch who was just made to obey and to take a man's cock!” he would constantly tell her when either using her or beating her.
She was indeed not a smart woman, she was timid and docile, her life had always been full of cock, beatings and humiliation, beginning with her stepfather.
The man had taken her away from her mother and brother, using her to please himself after he tired of the whimpering, constantly sobbing woman.
He forbade her from seeing them, beating her viciously across her fat buttocks with his thick belt when she made the mistake of mentioning them to him. Even now she still shuddered in fear when she thought of them, making no attempt to go to find her younger brother, the fear her stepfather had put into her still there.
Then the man finally died in a crash in his car and then the three other men came into her life, all of them similar to her cruel stepfather, beating her regularly. Amanda's father was the first of these, spurting his sperm in her womb and making her pregnant with his child.
He had regularly taken his belt to her big round bottom when she didn't please him and she quickly learned to do so for him with her well trained mouth, her tight once-virgin pussy and even her beefy, constantly used bottom.
He was angry at her for becoming pregnant, earning her another beating for it, as if it had been her fault, her plump, meaty buttocks strapped regularly at a whim until her 'baby swelling' became plainly visible. He sodomised her regularly after that and she knelt at his feet, sucking his messy cock clean.
During her long pregnancy he punished her by bringing his 'mates' around to the house, letting them all use her mouth to 'get off'. By the end of many FA Cup finals and other sporting events she was burping their semen, her belly quite full with their thick seed.
“That's your dinner!” he would tell her, the other's laughing as they fixed their trousers.
She would go up to bed and cry, feeling so low that she had tried, unsuccessfully, to commit suicide many times, too much of a coward to take that final step.
It was while she was in hospital while having Amanda that she became free of the man, a nice nurse helping her to contact a shelter and moving her straight there after her recovery, Alice finally believing that she had escaped her horrible life at last.
But it was there at the shelter that she met her second man, Stephen Beachill. He was the taxi driver that transported the women around and he managed to get to her by pretending to be caring, recognising her soft, weak and docile nature.
She got a small house that the council provided for her and he had helped her move in, moving himself in with her and stuffing her pussy with his rather thick cock every night until she let him stay. She later found him to be so aggressive and threatening that she cowered in his presence, obeying the man's every wish in fear of a beating, even though he didn't actually touch her earlier on in the relationship.
He had been the first one to visit her daughter's room regularly in the night to 'tuck her in'. She had protested, of course, but the man had beaten her with his broad belt for he first time and quelled her rebellious 'hiccup'.
He left in a hurry when her third and last boyfriend came onto the scene, big Vince Green. Amanda was sixteen then.
She met him in the supermarket, the tall, well-built blonde man charmed her and then promised to remove her brutal 'boyfriend' for her, sending the man packing with a sound beating and then getting the stupid woman into bed.
Everything started out well, but then he started hitting her too when he had seen her talking to her old neighbour, Mr Samson. The kindly old gentleman had a large family that had moved away and she was just asking him about them. Vince accused her of cock-teasing the man in her short dresses and open topped shirts, showing off her smooth shapely legs and large, firm breast at him.
He had taken his belt to her then, strapping her meaty buttocks before dragging her up to bed by her hair and sodomising her all night long. She had loved it, of course, but never let on. She had always been buggered by the men in her life, growing to love the dirty act as well as the thrill of suckling a man's cock until his seed filled her hungry mouth. She had been turned into a slut by every man she had ever been around.
When her daughter was eighteen, Vince was caught fondling Amanda's meaty little bottom, the man not even bothering to hide as he 'played' with the girl all the time in full view of her mother, once she was sure he had his hand in her panties.
Amanda denied that anything was happening, saying that he was just tickling her and the man angrily dragged Alice to her room for a taste of his belt.
Alice pretended to sleep many nights, feeling him leave the room in the morning and hearing his gasps from somewhere outside. This went on day after day for almost a year before she got curious enough to get up and follow him, standing in the doorway of her daughter's bedroom and staring in shock as she watched the man stroking his cock and squirting his sperm into her sleeping daughter's mouth, watching the girl swallowing down the man's gooey load.
She didn't say anything, creeping back to her bedroom and crying all morning until he got annoyed, giving her another hard beating with his belt.
She finally had enough, calling the company he worked for and giving them an anonymous tip-off about the missing supplies he had been misappropriating for many months, having been listening to him and his friends talk as she serviced them with her expert mouth, hearing all the details of his deeds.
The police came to the house and he jumped out through the back bedroom window, climbing over many fences to escape. She never saw him or his friends again.
Now she was happy to remain single, not letting any man take advantage of her again. Well, not really happy. She felt so lonely that she cried herself to sleep many night when she was sure her daughter was fast asleep and couldn't hear.
She missed her regular dose of cock and the thick, gooey sperm sliding down her throat, finally purchasing that large black dildo from that sex shop in Upton Park she had seen once when she drove past, to satisfy her needs.
It had hurt the very first time she had stuffed it into her bottom, she had lain alone in her bed, crying softly as the thing buzzed and twisted inside her arse, stirring her guts as she stroked her pussy to several very hard orgasms.
She dreamed of having a man who would love her and care for her, looking after both her and her silly daughter, giving her the hard cock she needed every night and making her cum until she was catatonic.
Alice didn't understand why other women seemed to get such nice men, unless of course they were all lying and hiding the truth from her. She preferred to believe that than to believe that the other women were that happy and there were these lovely men out there who were like the ones in her romance novels or the men in the movies.
Then that rich black family moved into the old Simpson place, really doing the place up nicely and making it look wonderful.
All of them seeming so very happy and cheerful whenever she saw them. It rankled her, seeing them so happy like that, it made her angry. Why did they have to be rich, happy and get on so well too. Why did they always smile and laugh all the time. No one could be that happy, could they?
Then she saw them in the flesh one day while passing the house with her heavy bags of shopping and it staggered her. The woman was stunningly beautiful, like a black Amazon Goddess. She was so tall and... sexy, that body like a swim-suit model's or a dancer's, so athletic and fit, her skin like velvet. Her breasts weren't as big as Alice's, but they were firm and round, sticking out of her chest like two halves of a huge grapefruit.
She had broad shoulders and a tight, round and rather thick rump that Alice would die to have, even though hers wasn't bad at all.
Alice felt pangs of her youth, she had many lesbian encounters back then, her face between the thighs of many taller, stronger girls as she was forced to 'service' them behind the college gym, especially that tall black girl who's memory still sent a shudder through her belly.
The woman turned and saw Alice, smiling at her and sending a thrill through the blonde's body as she recalled that hefty black girl who had dominated her back then.
Alice grimaced, shuddering and then walked quickly on, not wanting to chat with the woman, afraid of rekindling those old feelings that were already too close to the surface.
Just then the woman's husband walked out of the front garden in front of her, heading for his car. She gasped as he turned and looked at her, his eyes were like amber or honey and his face was so handsome that she felt herself swoon as he smiled at her. He too was like a black god, a dark-skinned Adonis with the most amazing muscular and athletic body she had ever seen.
She felt her pussy clasp and then start to leak, wetting her panties as he grinned at her with those even white teeth, his eyes flashing at her in the sunlight.
“Hello!” came his warm, deep voice, sending a shudder through her body and almost making her drop her bags.
She was unable to speak, staring into those honey eyes and struggling with the lump in her throat.
Behind him came his twin sons. She knew they were twins because they were identical in every way possible, both boys were as tall as their father, athletic and almost as powerfully built as him too.
They both flashed her big friendly smiles, exactly like their dad's, making her swoon again and look at the ground as she hustled away as fast as she could, not really able to interact with these people who made her feel so inadequate, so inferior and yet so very hot.
She had never seen so many stunningly good-looking black people in one place before in her life, except in magazines or those TV soap operas. Alice was jealous and hated them for being so... Gorgeous.
She ran up to her bedroom and locked the door, stripping off and finding her thick black dildo, stuffing the thing up into her arse.
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As the boys unpacked the food and drink from the black Range Rover Sport, Colin Williams went into the front garden and hugged his wife, feeling her supple, body pressing up against his.
He was so enamoured with her that he felt shudders as he touched her, his body wanting to be close to hers again, needing her so much. He was so so obedient to his beautiful and strong-willed, sexy wife, he did whatever she suggested, even when it seemed odd to him, like those pretty white girls she had him fuck where they last lived.
She wanted him to impregnate them, feeding them fertility drugs in everything she gave them to eat and drink until one girl actually did get pregnant and her father went nuts, thinking that it was one of his sons who had impregnated her.
His sexy wife had been angry at the man for taking HER property away, vowing to get another 'toy' for them to play with and breed again and again. His wife's twisted lust really making him hot as he drove his thick mast of hot flesh into her sucking belly, her body coiled about him.
She smiled up at him as then they watched the pretty blonde woman struggling down the pavement with her heavy armfuls of shopping, staggering as she tried to control herself. He knew what she was thinking, knew how she felt about their new neighbour.
“She had a delicious body, my sweet.” she said.