As my taxi pulled up behind a strange car on my drive, I could hear the âboom-banga-bangâ music coming from my 18-year-old daughtersâ bedroom.
âKids? What can you do?â the taxi driver laughed, as I gave him his fare. He was right, since my divorce, two years ago; Kylie had become a âwild childâ and a brat! She dressed in short skirts, tight tops, and she showed too much leg and cleavage, for a girl of her age. In the last year, she had started going to pubs, in town, with her friend Candice. On Fridays and Saturdays they would arrive home at 1 or 2 oâclock in the morning, usually quite drunk.
I made myself a cup of coffee, and while it was cooling, I visited the bathroom, for a pee. The music was so loud; the walls appeared to be shaking. I had had enough, even if it meant another argument, I had to tell her to turn it down. Walking along the landing, there was an unusual smell. Suddenly, I recognised itâŠâŠâŠâŠ.POT! DOPE! MARIJUANA!
When I turned the corner, her bedroom door was partly open. I couldnât believe my eyes. Kylie was lying, on her back, with her stocking clad legs spread wide apart, her eyes were closed tight and she appeared to be biting her lip. A shiny black head was bobbing up and down between her legs. My God! She was being plated by a black youth!
âYes⊠yesâŠ. SlowerâŠyesâŠ.deeper..ooh MarcusâŠ.yes,yes!â She groaned. Not moving, from my secret position, I could see that the youth had his hand positioned next to his face, obviously, sliding a finger in, as he licked her young flesh. His wrist speeded up, and Kylie moaned as she gripped the bedclothes. âAaaargghhhh yesssss!â She screamed as an orgasm ripped through her. Making her young body tremble and shake. Her tiny breasts (32b) heaved as she attempted to get her breath back.
I was transfixed as I turned myself into a voyeur, trying to deny, to myself, that I had a tingle between my legs.
The boy lifted his head, to look at my daughter; âYou like that Sweet Pea?â He asked, his lips and chin dripping with her love-juice. âYou know that I did!â she grinned at him, âNow fuck me big boy!â She laughed at her clichĂ©. Marcus raised himself onto his knees.
Shit! I couldnât believe the size of his cock! As it pointed towards her, it must have been 10 or 11 inches long, and as thick as her wrist! She was only 18, and this was obviously not her first time!
He put his tattooed arms under her legs, and lifted them up and wide apart, âPut it in for me,â he asked. Moving her upper body forward, Kylie took hold of the first 5 or 6 inches, and rubbed it along her slit, closing her eyes as she did so. âNow! Fuck me! Fuck me!â she squealed. He moved his body into position, and dropped his body down, onto her, his huge cock sliding into my small daughter, in one swift move.
âFucking Hell!â She screamed. Her ankles were now on his shoulders. For the next couple of minutes his hairy, muscular arse banged against her, hammering his cock in out at an unbelievable pace. âFucking Hell! Thatâs so fucking good! Faster, faster! Yes, yes, yes,â She kept screaming, through clenched teeth. They were, both, still oblivious to my presence at the door.
âIâm nearly there, Iâm nearly there! Are you ready?â He grunted.
âYes, yes!â She replied.
In a well-choreographed manoeuvre, he withdrew and rocked back onto his knees, while Kylie, quickly, rolled around, to face him. She grabbed the shiny monster with both hands, and forced it into her mouth. In unison she wanked the shaft as she sucked on the first couple of inches. âThatâs it! Thatâs it! Faster, faster!â He whispered, and she complied. Kylieâs hands were a blur as she rubbed the shaft. His eyes were closed, now, and his breathing was becoming heavier, as he held her head. âYes!â He grunted, as he jerked his hips. My 18-year-old daughter sucked and swallowed every last drop of spunk out of that massive thing, and there seemed to be a lot!
They collapsed onto the bed, holding each other in a vice like grip.
My breasts were heaving, and my knickers were soaking. My soaking wet fanny was aching to be touched and probed. I glided along the landing until I reached my own room. My knickers werenât even at my ankles when I started playing with myself. One hand was rubbing my clit as I jammed two then three fingers inside myself. I had to bite the pillow, so my noises wouldnât disturb them.
About thirty minutes later, I heard them go down stairs, and kiss goodbye.
I couldnât sleep, for thinking about my young daughter fucking and sucking that massive cock. My hand kept sliding between my legs, stroking my special place. I couldnât stop my self; I felt like a schoolgirl again, masturbating under the covers. It felt really good, as I hadnât had real sex for over a year.
I was woken by the sound of the front door closing; it was 8.00a.m.To avoid arguing over breakfast, my daughter had begun leaving for school before I got out of bed. I began thinking about what I would say to her when she came home, later in the day; it was a dilemma.
As I was only working from home, I dressed casually in a short, light cotton dress, no bra, and a pair of sneakers.
At about, 10.30, the doorbell rang. I was shocked, when I opened the door; âHiya!â It was the black youth, Marcus, and a friend, âMe forget me baseball cap, when me see Kylie, last night!â He looked at his friend and laughed. I recognised his friend as a young boxer, called Jimmy, who had the most amazing dreadlocks, as a bouncer, at the biggest nightclub, in town.
âWait there, Iâll look for it,â I told them.
As I ran upstairs, I heard Jimmy, say, to Marcus, âNice arse, do you think that sheâs wearing any knickers?â I realised that they were looking up my dress. Marcus laughed, âIf sheâs like her daughter, she wonât be!â I couldnât believe what I had heard. What had my daughter turned into?
I quickly looked around Kyliesâ room, picking up discarded clothing, looking for the missing cap; I found it next to the hi-fi unit. When I walked out of the bedroom, they were in front of me, on the landing. âYou found it, how can I thank you?â Marcus said, as he grabbed me, by the arm, pulling me to him. Our faces were nearly touching. âYou look nice,â he whispered, âin fact, you look very nice!â In seconds, Jimmy pulled the straps from dress down to my elbows, exposing my large breasts, with my nipples sticking out like organ stops. Marcus pressed his face in between them, while his hands pulled my dress down to my ankles. âSheâs as horny as Sweet Pea,â Jimmy said, as he began pulling my little knickers down, as well.
âStop, stop!â I shouted, as I tried to push them away.
âI donât think soâ, one of them growled.
As I pushed them, we stumbled and fell, back, onto the bed. âThatâs better,â Marcus laughed, as he lifted one of my legs, for his friend to remove my knickers. âLook at that Punani!â Jimmy shouted, as they both stared at my hairy pussy. âA big punani like that needs a big cock,â Jimmy chuckled, as he held a breast in his hand.
Marcus stood up, took off his sweatshirt and started to remove his jeans; his cock sprang out of his small pants. It looked bigger and fatter, than Iâd remembered from the previous night, as it was now stiff, and getting stiffer.