We adopted Shannon when she was fifteen. She came from an abusive home in Cleveland and she came by the way of a family that knew we were looking for a child. We had never entertained the idea of an older child, we were only in our early 30s ourselves, but she was in need and we were having problems getting a child.
We didn’t know the problems in the home or what she had been through. She was scheduled to arrive on Friday, and we had already cleared the room, gotten her a bed and dresser, and planned on a shopping spree and a few weeks without work. When Friday came, Shelly had to be at work so I went to the airport and waited by the exit with a sign reading “Welcome to Raleigh Shannon.”
I waited patiently. When her flight arrived, people passed me by until there was almost no one left. Then coming down the hallway was a worker with Delta with Shannon beside her. I knew right away that the picture we had received was old. What was walking down the hallway was a woman. She wasn’t tall, maybe 5’5 or 5’6, but she had curves that shook when she walked. He hips swayed back and forth and her body was absolutely stunning. She carried a huge set of tits on her tiny frame, and between the short jean shorts she was wearing and the wife beater she had on, she left little to be imagined. We had known she was black, something that wasn’t a problem with us, but she was more than that. She had an ebony glow to her skin, and when she was right in front of me, it was all I could do not to stare at her body.
She said hello and shook my hand. The Delta agent told me this was Shannon, my new Daughter, and pointed us to the baggage claim. We didn’t talk anymore until we got into the car.
“Well Shannon, I know this is going to be strange, but I think it will work out. Whats past is past. Now we gotta work on getting you set up with a new life.”
“Thanks. We’ll see. I wasn’t to game for this, but I know I have to make the best of it.”
I tried to keep my eyes on the road on the way home, but it was difficult. I kept reminding myself that she had come from a bad situation, but her breasts were so large that they spilled out the sides of her shirt. You could clearly see the black lace bra underneath the thin white fabric. When she moved or we hit a bump, they rippled with the movement of the car, enough to cause a hard on to build in my jeans.
When we got to the house, I showed her her room, set her bags down and then gave her a brief tour. I told her she could shower off if she needed to and told her that I didn’t want to leave her alone but if she wanted to she could be alone to get use to her surroundings. Then the phone rang.
“Mr. Griffin. This is Tonya from the agency. I take it Shannon got in ok.”
“Yeah, I just got her set up in her room.”
“That’s great. There are a few things that we need to go over.”
“Ok. Well you know this is a three month trial period. If either Shannon or you all have any problems we can have her reassigned.”
“Well I don’t think that will be necessary. I’m guessing she has been through enough.”
“Well that’s good to hear, but there have been problems, and I want you to know that if there are problems, you simply have to make a phone call.”
I heard the shower running.
“What kind of problems?” I was concerned. I didn’t want to bring a serial killer into my home.
“Well she was in a real bad situation and it seems that didn’t leave her when she got into foster care.”
“What kinda problems?”
“Lets just say there were inappropriate situations that she put herself in in her foster home.”
“No be specific. This is my home we’re talking about.”
“Well Mr. Griffin. She was basically a sex slave in her home, and it seems that when you learn that’s the way you show affection, you do what you know. The foster family couldn’t deal with it, and that’s how she came to live with you. We want to keep her as far away as we can from her parents, so that’s why we agreed to an adoption so far away.”
“Ok, well thank you for telling me. I will call with any problems, but I think everything will be ok.”
We said out goodbyes and I hung up the phone. When I did, Shannon came out the bathroom, dripping wet and naked. She was stunning. Her tits were bigger than I had imagined and they sat high on her chest. They looked firm and barely moved as she traveled down the hall way. I could see droplets of water still in her pubic hair. She didn’t seem the least bit concerned with her nakedness. She looked at me, now only five feet from me and told me she couldn’t find the towels. I tried to look away, but it was about the hardest thing I had to do in my life. I led her back down the hallway and got a towel out of the linen closet in the hallway.
“Sorry, I should have set one out for you.”
“Its no problem. I just didn’t know. I’m sorry.”
“No its not your fault.” I shook out the towel and she turned around. I took that as a sign to wrap the towel around her, and when I did, I brushed against her chest.
She looked at me, smiled, and said “thanks. I think I’m going to take a nap now.” She turned with the towel wrapped around her, tucked in between her amazing breasts, her cleavage being the most amazing thing in the house, and kissed me on the cheek. I stood in shock as she went into her room.
I went into the kitchen and made a sandwich and grabbed a beer. I tried not to think about Shannon or the trouble she was going to cause my dick. I could think of no other problems other than my dick would constantly be hard. I tried to forget it, ate my sandwich and walked down the hallway to our bedroom.
I paused by Shannon’s open door. She was spread eagle on the bed with a huge dildo between her legs. She was thrusting into her, her tits swaying with the movement. Then she opened her eyes and looked at me.
“No im so sorry. Let me close the door so you can have some privacy.”
“Wait. Did I do something wrong?” She was sitting up naked on the bed, the didlo still in her hands, now free from her.
“No, not at all. Its healthy. Ill leave you alone.”
“No wait. I wanted to thank you for everything.”
“Your welcome. There is no thanks needed. We’re just glad you’re here.” More than she would ever know, but I sure couldn’t stand there with my newly adopted daughter, dildo in hand, naked any longer. Again I went to close the door.
“No wait. Do you need a blow job or anything?”
“Do what?” I was in shock.
“You know do you want me to suck your dick or anything? I really don’t mind.”
“Wow. I don’t think that’s necessary.” I was trying to be diplomatic.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No its fine. But you don’t have to do that.”
“Do you not like me?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean do you not want me or something?”
“That’s not how it works in our house. You don’t have to do anything like that.” I was being the man that I didn’t think I could be.
“But its not that I have to do it. I want to, you have given me this new home and I can give nothing to you.”
“You don’t have to give me anything. Its fine.”
“Am I not pretty enough or something?”
“No its not that. Your beautiful.”
“Then let me thank you. I like it.”
She stood from the bed and walked to me in the doorway. She reached up before I knew it and kissed me on my lips. It wasn’t a peck, but a slow kiss, pushing her lips between mine with some force. Then before I knew it she was unzipping my pants and pulling them down. I didn’t have the power to stop her. I hadn’t had a blow job in months. Tracy said I was too big, that I came too much, so I usually got about 2 seconds of head followed by her jacking me off until she got tired.
This girl dove on my dick. She took it all in her mouth and pulled hard with her lips. When she moved down on my shaft, her tongue wiggled in rhythm and before long I was hard as a rock. She worked on half of my cock with her mouth, the other with her hand the way I had received blow jobs my entire life. She worked with passion, moaning with my dick in her mouth, eager to get it back in her mouth when it escaped. Then she surprised me. She got up on her knees and dove all the way down on my dick. She paused when I reached the back of her throat, but pushed harder down on me until it popped past the back and moved into her throat. I gasped. I had never had a woman take all my cock. She took it all the way out, took a breath and pushed all the way down again, this time with a shorted pause. She repeated the action again and again until there was no pause and she moved all the way down on my cock in one motion. Then she withdrew it until only the head was in her mouth and put her lips around my head and flicked it with her tongue. It was more than I could take. When she dove back all the way down on my cock, I couldn’t hold it back anymore. When she pulled it back I released. She let out a huge moan as my cum shot into her mouth, and if it was possible, worked hard and faster with her mouth. A second, third, and then forth shot fired into her mouth, and still she moved on my cock. I was finished firing, but I continued to leak down her throat. I grabbed her head to tell her I was finished, but still she moved. Then I felt a second wave building. She took me deep over and over until I released another wave of cum. When finally I started to soften, she took me out of her mouth, held it in her hand, her tits moving gently with her quickened breath and looked up at me.
“I hope that was good. Are you happy?”
“Oh yeah. God that was amazing.” I reached down and kissed her on her lips. “Now not a word of this to anyone, especially Tracy. She would not understand.”
“No problem. Thanks again for letting me stay here.”
Tracy got home and we made out introductions and when we were in bed, she talked about how beautiful she was and how great it was to finally have a child in the house. I agreed but failed to mention what I knew about the girl. WE talked about how much money we would probably spend tomorrow, and I fell asleep with a raging hardon against my wife’s back.
I was the designated bag carrier the next day, along with the appointed pocketbook. Tracy and Shannon clearly bonded as the money left my wallet. They spent an hour trying on bras and underwear, dropping nearly six hundred dollars on bras. Another thousand went away at Macy’s, and as I sat in the designated husband chair at our next stop, I looked through the bags. I had always been a tit guy, and that was naturally what I gravitated to when I looked through the purchases. I had a craving to know just how big my new daughter’s tits were. There were four bras in the bag. I looked around to see if anyone was watching and then pulled one out of the wrapping. I pulled the band up and looked at the size. European sizes, no wonder they were so expensive, then I saw. 34H, holy shit. Tracy had big boobs, but I knew she was only a D-cup. I knew that Shannon was large, but dear lord. I quickly put it back in the bag, just in time. Shannon peaked out of the dressing door and asked me what I thought.
A hard on is what I thought. She had on a jean skirt and tube top that barely contained her massive breasts. She clearly had no bra on because her nipples were hard and erect.
“What do you think?”
I didn’t have a chance to say anything. “I think that’s a bit too revealing.” It was Tracy. She saved the day.
“Yeah. I agree with Tracy.”
Yes sir was all she said, and then, sadly, got behind the dressing room door.
“See shes amazing isn’t she?” Tracy was completely oblivious.
Tracy went back to take the outfit she had on off and soon Shannon came out from the door, handed the amazing outfit to the woman working the counter, and sat beside me.
“Thank you so much for everything.”
“Your welcome. I want you to be happy in your new home.”
“I am. Thank you again.” She paused, then looked at me, “ do you need a blow job?”
Again my breath was taken from me.
“no honey, you don’t need to do that. You know you don’t have to do that to thank someone right?”
“Yeah, but if it makes you happy.”
“It does, I mean it did, I mean, really, that’s not necessary.”
“Do you want to fuck me or something? I mean I really don’t mind.”
“No.” I paused. Then it hit me what she had said. “ No. really. All that is not necessary.”
“I wont tell Tracy. Shes really great. I don’t want to make her mad. She would be mad if she knew about that wouldn’t she?”
“Yes she would.”
“Then it will be a secret.”
“So secrets are ok?”
“yes they are, especially these kinds.”
“That’s what she said.”
That was all we had time for before Tracy came out of the room, looked at us both, smiled, and said, “I think our daughter Shannon is happy.”