My Daughter’s Big, Black Boyfriend

My Daughter’s Big, Black Boyfriend

 

A provocative tale of forbidden love, power, and the intoxication of submission

 

An Interracial Cuckold Tale

 

Mary Not Wollstonecraft

 

© Copyright 2023 by Mary the Wollstonecraft Woman

 

This is a work of fiction and not intended to promote a lifestyle. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to any person, living or dead, is merely coincidental.

 

My Daughters’s Big Black Boyfriend

 

—Georgia 1968—

 

It was a fine fall day when I went to the old woman’s house. Her husband was off fishing somewhere. Perhaps he was drinking or visiting some young girl and only told her he was fishing. She’d never shown me much charity, but wasn’t openly hateful.

 

So, right off the bat, I dove into my story over iced sweet tea. I’d be dying to tell someone the old biddy would have to do. Some secrets are best shared with someone who doesn’t dare say a word about it. They keep your secret for their pride’s sake.

 

****

 

As you know, my husband has been out of town for the past month. Often, Timmy’s business requires him to have extended stays away from me and my daughter. This leaves me alone with our 18-year-old daughter, Summer.

 

Summer is a headstrong girl and in need of constant attention. It is a rare week we don’t discipline her. But as my husband reminds me.

 

“If she lives under our house, she lives by our rules.”

 

But with Tim gone, it’s difficult for me. I work, and she’s alone much of the day because school is still a month away. And, as you know, Summer is a willful bitch, and at times she borders on rebellious.

 

We have a strict rule: no boys at the house unless one of us is there. But with my husband away and me working late, it’s impossible to police her on this rule.

 

The other day, I came home early. I had a splitting headache. I only wanted to lie down in bed and take a nap. When I entered the house, something seemed wrong. There was nothing I could put my finger on, but definitely, something was amiss.

 

The living room was a mess. Throw pillows were here and there scattered about the floor. Two cans of beer were on an end table, and half-eaten snacks were on plates. I almost called her name.

 

Something stopped me.

 

Timmy and I suspected Summer wasn’t a virgin. We had no specific reason to think so. Only the general rationale was that times were changing. Perhaps it wasn’t common for a girl to be inexperienced at 18. Additionally, you know full well how difficult to deal with summer was, and we assumed she wasn’t pure.

 

At that point, I was pissed and wanted to embarrass her if she and a boy were in her room. As I marched up the stairs, I heard a godawful racket. The squeaking of bedsprings, the banging of the headboard, and gasps, moans, groans, and exclamations of fucking.

 

Her door was ajar, and I decided I’d watch them. What I saw shocked and thrilled me. How could it? Holy shit, my daughter was fucking a negro boy.

 

****

 

Oh, I had her attention. The old witch’s face went ashen, and she ground her teeth. Yes, I had her attention and twisted the knife in deep.

 

****

 

This boy, no, he wasn’t built like a boy. Instead, he was a monstrous-sized fellow. Tall with a massive chest, more than two and a half times her size. Or so it seemed. She’s tiny, barely five feet tall. He was well over six feet, all muscles, and looked like a statue of a black Greek god.

 

He was dark as midnight, hung like a horse, and driving his gigantic prick balls deep inside her in her tiny body. Summer is screaming in a very demanding voice.

 

“Harder.”

 

Can you imagine she’s begging him to fuck her harder? With the bed threatening to break, she wants it harder.

 

And this young black man was all too happy to oblige. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he hammered into her while she thrust upward to meet him. The man held himself up, hands on the bed, doing fuck ups into my daughter.

 

That big black cock, splitting her tiny pussy, time and again.

 

Her hands run over his arms, chest, and back as this stranger, body slams her into the mattress. I had a clear view, and a shock set into me. I watched, unwilling or unable to go in and interrupt them.

 

His prick was far bigger than any man’s penis I’d ever seen.

 

The truth is, I couldn’t help myself. I masturbated and watched. While I watched them fuck, I came twice. It was impossible for me to tell how many times she came. Her legs shook, and her belly rolled as he pounded deep inside her with what appeared to me as loveless fucking.

 

With my mouth agape, my nipples stiff, and fingers fumbling under my skirt, I soon was in rapture as they fucked. My heart pounded, and I came violently. Flooding my panties and pantyhose. With my free hand clamped over my mouth, I fucked myself with the fingers of my other hand.

 

Once they finished, I jumped to my feet and rushed into the shower to deal with this situation.

 

The boy’s penis looked twice as big as my husband’s. Speaking plainly, I never thought my husband small. But compared to his high school kid, he was. I left them and retreated to my bedroom.

 

****

 

Yes, the witch was angry, but her curiosity needed to be satisfied, so she kept her mouth shut. She hung on my words.

 

****

 

While they continued to fuck, I took a shower. I could hear the bed, the headboard, Summer’s screams, and the boy’s grunts. I couldn’t help myself in the shower and masturbated again, using the showerhead as I concentrated on the memory of that black boy’s penis.

 

The sounds all faded away.

 

As I shook through another orgasm, Summer’s voice broke into my masturbatory contemplation.

 

“Mom.”

 

“Yes, Sweetheart. I have a terrible headache. I just rushed up the stairs and jumped into the shower.”

 

“Mommy, are you alright?”

 

“Yes, mommy’s fine. What about you? I thought, for a moment, as I climbed into the shower, I heard you cry out in pain.”

 

“I stubbed my toe,” she lied so easily and so well. “I need to go clean the living room. Beth came over, and we sort of made a mess.”

 

“I hadn’t noticed.” I’m not a half-bad liar myself.

 

Secrets are difficult things, but I won’t talk with her about it. Not yet, at least. The terrible thing about this, I can’t stop thinking about that boy’s black penis. How big it was. No, how big it is. How it must have felt sliding into her. My daughter’s screams echo in my memory—pained and elated shouts of pure rapture.

 

How lucky she is, I thought.

 

If Summer’s anything to go by…it was heaven fucking that boy. Dear God, Timmy never made me scream. No man has. I don’t know what to do. For the rest of the week, I masturbated myself to sleep nightly.

 

This would displease her father. I can handle him on most things, but this, her fucking a black guy, might not be so easy, as you well know. I would never tell Timmy his daughter fucked a black man. His parents are bigoted, aren’t they? And he, as a result, is at least filled with dislike for blacks.

My husband came home, and Timmy and I made love, but it was unsatisfying. He lay atop me, half-heartedly fucked me, and shot his load too fast. I’ll give him credit; Tim tried, bless his heart. He was tender, loving, and lasted almost ten minutes.

 

Rolling off me, he kissed me and settled into the bed. Pulling the covers around him, he snuggled with a blanket, not me.

 

Kicking my covers off, I mounted his face, clutched his hair, and tightened his face to my twat. For a moment, he protested and fought me. Digging my fingernails into his scalp, I held his lips to my cunt.

 

“Eat me.”

 

He pushed up, trying to talk, and I took the lobe of one ear between my thumbnail and forefinger. Pushing my nail into the lobe hard, holding his head in place against my pussy lips, and I humped his face.

 

“Eat me,” I said.

 

It was never difficult to control Timmy. By nature, he was passive. By nurture, his mother made him submissive. In a few moments, Tim dug his cum from my pussy, letting it slide into his throat. I rode his face, fucking his nose, lips, and tongue.

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