Saving Grace 7

"What the heck was that?"

Doug sat up in bed and rubbed his head. He had been sleeping next to his beautiful wife, Kathy, when he heard a racket. Whether the sound came from inside the house or outside, he could not ascertain.

"It's late hun, just go to bed."

Kathy yawned as she spoke. She had heard the noise as well but seemed much less concerned than her husband was.

"I don't know if that came from just outside the house or inside..."

Doug spoke as he reached over the turned on the lamp on his bedside table. He squinted as his wife yawned and rubbed her eyes.

"It's just the cat or something. Turn off that light and go back to sleep."

Kathy appealed, tired but grabbing at her husband's arm. She stared at him intently with her pretty green eyes.

"I'll go check, be back in a few minutes."

Doug button upped his blue pajamas and threw his legs over the side of the bed.

"Hun, I'm serious. Stay in bed. I've got that trip on the weekend and I need my sleep. I really feel it's best for you to just stay in bed right now."

Kathy spoke more firmly now, clearly both annoyed and serious. She tugged at Doug's arm but to no avail. He stood up and pulled his arm from her grasp with not an inconsiderable amount of effort. Sliding on his slippers, Doug slowly walked toward the door.

"Be back shortly."

Doug replied, his tone conveying that he was not even considering his wife's words. Doug loved his wife very much - they had been together since their teens 20 years earlier, had a daughter very early in their relationship and a son a few years later. She was smart, supportive, and with her long blonde hair and curvaceous figure very attractive. Doug had a tendency to dismiss his wife's suggestions from time to time though, and this time proved no different.

Doug walked through the cozy bungalow style home he shared with his wife and his two children, Grace and Patrick. Doug had made a good life for his family. He was successful in the financial field, his beautiful blonde wife kept their home warm and happy, his beautiful daughter Grace was nearing the completion of her high school education and had a whole world of possibilities ahead of her, and his son Patrick was just a few years behind her with a future no less bright. The noise that woke Doug up seemed as though it was no more than the tiniest blip on a life that was progressing very nicely.

The husband and father walked through the house and flipped light switches as he entered each room. Nothing was amiss, so he progressed further. All the bedroom doors were closed, the bathroom was empty, all things looked as they should in the living room, the kitchen, and the dining room. A quick look outside confirmed that there was nothing wrong with any of the family cars, and in fact no other cars were parked near the house. Doug furrowed his brow as he looked out the window near the front door. Something had disturbed him, that mysterious noise, and he felt a sense of unease that he wanted to relieve before returning to bed. He heard a soft series of creaks, muffled by distance, which only compelled him to continue his search.

The only place remaining was the basement. The basement was composed of a utility room, a small bathroom, and his daughter Grace's bedroom. Grace moved her bedroom to the basement two years earlier, as a 16th birthday present, as she felt that she needed more space as she became a full-grown woman.

It was Doug who had been grateful for the space recently, as he had been fighting with his daughter for the previous week. He was very uncomfortable with his daughter's new boyfriend, Duquan. He was a student at Grace's school and also in 12th grade, though Doug suspected that he was older than a typical 12th grade student. Duquan was a star athlete at school and he made the most of it by using his star status to get out of the spots of trouble he ended up in from time to time. Doug didn't like seeing his little girl with the big, rough-looking black man. He disliked how his daughter acted, so submissive and docile where once she had been sweet but assertive, around him even more. After a few weeks Doug, always somewhat intimidated by Duquan's size and demeanour, finally stood his ground. He forbade Grace from going out with Duquan, citing the trouble he had heard about her black boyfriend getting into and Grace's poor grades since the beginning of the relationship, careful to keep his racial misgivings as mere internal concerns. Grace reacted with hostility, and even his wife Kathy pleaded for him to reconsider, citing several positive qualities she claimed Duquan held, but surprising it was Duquan who settled the issue. He told Grace that it was alright that they couldn't go out together, gave her a kiss, and moved on. Doug was happy, Kathy seemed on edge, and Grace was mostly miserable.

Kathy had inadvertently prompted Doug to forbid the relationship, when she had casually mentioned in bed one night that Duquan and Grace were probably sexually active. Doug had never even considered the possibility - he knew that Grace was very attractive to boys as she had her mother's curvy body and pretty features though she had his pale skin and black hair, but he never considered that she would go very far with someone like Duquan. Kathy claimed that Duquan himself was quite good looking with his athletic body and very charming - he would have no trouble getting women. Doug has just considered Duquan a big, dumb... thug, but Kathy's words ate away at him until he acted. Grace had cried, then screamed at him in anger, and then settled into not speaking to him but glaring at him whenever their paths accidentally crossed.

Sighing as he thought about the tension between himself and his own daughter that week, Doug began descending the basement stairs. He was careful to walk quietly, as he did not want to disturb his daughter and possibly trigger yet another argument, when he heard a soft call.

"Daddyyy"

Doug's heart jumped into his throat. He wondered if something was wrong with his daughter and he descended the stairs more quickly. The lights were off in the basement, but the utility room was illuminated by the moonlight that poured in through the large windows he had installed when Grace moved to the basement. Nothing seemed out of place in the room. Doug pushed forward so as to investigate what was really going on.

"DaddyyYYYY"

He heard the call again, this time less soft and rising in intensity during the last syllable. His daughter, his little girl, needed him. Doug stubbed his toe on the vacuum cleaner that has been haphazardly placed in the middle of the room. He brought his fist up to his mouth to stifle any noise, an unconscious reaction given the circumstances. As he lingered for a few seconds and rubbed his foot, he heard new noises emanating from Grace's bedroom ahead of him.

*creakcreakcreakcreakcreak*

The springs inside Grace's bed were working overtime and the bed frame was groaning as Doug's heartbeat quickened further. He ambled forward. Grace's door was open a few inches, to Doug's surprise, and the creaking sounds grew louder as he approached. What was going on? Did something fall on Grace's bed, he asked himself feebly. Was she jumping on her bed like she used to do as a little girl? It sounded silly to the logical part of Doug's brain but he continued, dismissing darker thoughts. Maybe she's watching something on TV, or there is a rat in the house, or maybe it's... Doug shook his head, feeling nervous.

Too nervous and startled to speak, Doug poked his head toward the opening in Grace's door. He noticed immediately that one of the windows in Grace's bedroom was wide open, a cool breeze blowing onto his face through the opening. That explained the open door, Doug thought, trying to ignore the increasing loud creaking just beyond the door.

*creakcreakcreakcreakcreak*

Doug poked his head part way through the opening, the door pushing open further almost imperceptibly. He turned his head toward his precious daughter's bed and felt the blood rush down from his face.

A large dark figure occupied the middle of his daughter's bed. Doug noticed a well muscled back, its dark skin illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the windows. The back tapered down from very broad shoulders to a narrow waist, around which were a pair of pale, lithe legs that clung desperately to the figure. The white legs pressed hard into the black skin, the contrast making them appear almost as pale as the moonlight itself. Two small white feet bounced in time with the rhythmic thrusts of the powerful black ass that pounded forward relentless as the creaking continued unabated.

*CREAKCREAKCREAKCREAKCREAK*

Doug could do nothing but stare. His mind was moving in so many directions that he was left motionless, as though his feet were riveted to the floor, his mouth open but with no sound even close to coming out. Grace's mouth did the talking for them.

"DaddydaddydaddyyyYYYDADDDDYYYYYY"

His daughter yelped out for her daddy, but Doug knew that it wasn't a distress call and that she was not talking about him. Doug had a temporary thought that he needed to break this up, but tried to rationalize with himself that he was unable to physically overpower Duquan if it came to that and he might just push Grace further toward Duquan anyway.

Grace was lying on her bed pointing from corner to corner as she stared up at Duquan - her boyfriend, her "daddy", the man she loved above all others. All that mattered to her was that he was with her, inside her as they mated illicitly inside her parents' house.

Grace squeezed Duquan with her legs as tightly as she could, causing the muscles in her long legs to extend out against his hard, dark body. She wanted nothing more than to have her black lover inside her, especially after her father had forbidden her from going out with him. Her boyfriend was smart however, and Duquan had figured out how they could still have plenty of fun without going out at all. Her heart almost ached as she thought about how much joy he brought her.

Grace looked up at Duquan as he powerfully leaned over her, his thrusts unyielding. He was staring down at her chest with his dark eyes. Her arms were pressed into her side, her wrists pounding upward limply and submissively, giving her very large pale breasts no option but to press together and push upward and outward. They jiggled wildly with every thrust, and Duquan had an animalistic look in his eyes as he stared at them. The look excited Grace while making her feel nervous, though these nerves only heightened the excitement.

Doug watched as his daughter's arm began to slowly move to her right and toward the side table next to her bed. His view of Grace and Duquan, in front of him and pointed diagonally, was unobstructed. His eyes had moved, as Duquan's had, to Grace's ample chest. Her very large breasts, a trait that Grace had clearly inherited from her mother, signified in a very primal way her fertility and suitability for child bearing. Doug had rued the glances that his daughter's body drew from members of the opposite sex over the years, but never more than when he saw a large black man staring hungrily down at them, two large pale orbs with large round pink nubs on the end that jiggled enticingly to the carnal beat Duquan had set. Try as he might, Doug was unable to ignore the sight and sound of Duquan's large testicles as they slapped against Grace's ass, themselves a sure sign of his virility.

A wave of optimism washed over Doug as he looked onto the side table. There appeared to be a small, glossy square on the table. It looked very much to the hopeful father like a condom wrapper. Doug was unable to change the scene going on in front of him, he told himself quietly as a bead of sweat dribbled down his forehead. But a condom was surely a plus. Grace's hand slowly made its way toward the table, occasionally stopping in conjunction with a loud moan as she would squeeze her bed sheet as Duquan's cock probed deep inside her. Her hand stopped however as Duquan lowered his head to Grace's chest.

Doug watched as Duquan sucked on Grace's breasts, his large dark lips completely enveloping the pink areolas of her breasts and his cheeks pressing inward as he applied suction greedily/fervently. Grace wrapped her hand, which by contrast appeared so pale and small, around Duquan's neck and pleaded for more from her "daddy" as he quickly switched from breasts to breast. Grace's abandoned nipple always appeared bigger, pointier, and even more wet every time Duquan moved on. Doug barely registered his daughter's lusty moans as he watched Duquan sucking on the breasts that were to feed his future grandchildren.

After a few minutes of fervent sucking, Duquan grabbed Grace's wrists and pressed them into the bed above her head and outward, dashing any hopes of her reaching the condom unless he allowed it. A shadow, perhaps from a cloud, blocked part of the moonlight coming in through one of the windows, but Doug could still see everything very clearly. Duquan had picked up his pace, the creaking now occurring almost impossibly quickly. Grace seemed to struggle to breathe fast enough as her face turned pink and her toes curled and her soles scrunched slightly. Her orgasm was building to a fevered crescendo as Duquan plunged his big black cock deep into her tight, wet pussy.

"You like dis babygirl?"

Duquan asked rhetorically, his deep voice harder to hear than Grace's almost shrill shrieks. There was no question that Grace liked everything he was doing.

"Yes daddy it's ahhhh amazing."

Grace replied, her voice almost cracking.

'Fuck girl you squeezing my cock so hard my ancestors are getting hard!"

Dequan called out as Grace only moaned and gasped in reply. Her stomach tensed rapidly and one foot twitched as she unmistakably orgasmed. Her tight pink pussy clamped down on Duquan's cock as if it was holding on for dear life. It appeared that a single tear mixed with some of the sweat that had built on her face and fell down her cheek.

"You ever gonna lock that window again girl?"

"No never ever everrrRRRRRR!"

More sweat dripped down Doug's forehead.

"You ready to take my..."

Duquan was interrupted by some rap music. Doug almost jumped and Duquan slowed his thrusts suddenly. As he pulled out, not without some effort given the grip the pussy had on him, Grace loudly whined, though she was nearly out of breath and maintained a goofy grin on her face.

Duquan turned and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning down and feeling around his pants until he found his phone. He quickly pressed the screen, stopping the ringtone, and pushed the phone toward his ear. He started speaking quickly, which muffled the sound of Doug exclaiming "oh my god" as he caught a glimpse of Duquan's long, thick black cock, which was pointing out straight from his crotch and toward the ceiling. It seemed impossible that Duquan's massive cock, longer and thicker than Doug could have imagined, had fit inside Grace, yet there was visible wetness from the bottom of the shaft up to the dark rim of the head. His daughter's juices glistened on the big black cock in the moonlight.

"Damn girl you got some timing."

Duquan laughed as he talked, as though the disruption of his sex with a gorgeous girl was no big deal to him. Grace was still lying next to him, dazed, rubbing her fingers along her stomach, one leg spread out to the side and one knee pointing up in the air. Her pussy was stretched from Duquan and she loved feeling the after-effects of his cock.

Duquan continued talking casually on the phone. He was talking to another woman, clearly about their plans for the weekend. They were going off to the nearby city to do some shopping and sight seeing though the woman was now calling Duquan and seemingly telling him her sexual plans for him. He laughed and flirted openly as Grace was naked next to him, glassy eyed and content.

After two minutes, Duquan complained that his cock was getting cold and grabbed a fistful of Grace's hair. She instantly stirred and quickly crawled off the bed, onto the floor, and between Duquan's spread legs. Doug watched as his daughter knelt on her own bedroom floor between the legs of the black man he had forbidden her from seeing, pointed his huge black cock toward her mouth, the pitch black head appearing to Doug like a large plum, and took it without hesitation into her eager mouth.

Duquan continued flirting with another woman on the phone while Grace obediently pleasured him. Doug watched his daughter as she slowly but steadily bobbed her head on the thick black rod, her mouth moving further down his shaft with each new motion forward. Grace struggled, the sides of her mouth stretching at times and her throat gagging, but she consistently made progress in her quest to press her cute nose into Duquan's pubic hair. Duquan paid little attention to Grace as she sucked him, sometimes staring down at the beautiful girl in front of him, sometimes staring at the window, sometimes looking at her hair in his palm. Doug could not look away however. Seeing his daughter genuflecting at the altar of Duquan's cock had him strangely enthralled.

While Duquan paid Grace only sporadic attention, the young beauty did her best her garner more. Grace pushed her abilities to the limit, suppressing her gag reflexes as best she could and forcing most of the black cock down her throat. When Duquan was sufficiently coated in her saliva, she began licking up and down the shaft and rubbing his balls between her fingers, gently squeezing and tugging on them. As she ran her teeth, which her father had invested thousands into via dental work, lightly down the shaft she felt Duquan acknowledge her for the first time as he called out "oh shit". This brought an impish smile to Grace's face as she felt a sense of accomplishment.

"Shit's getting good. Imma get back to business..."

Duquan spoke into the phone. The person on the other end made a comment that made him laugh however and his body shook slightly. Grace inched forward slightly, deeper in between his legs, and took his balls, still full having not yet emptied into her still hot pussy, into her mouth. The warm smooth feel of Grace's mouth coupled with the pressure she exerted spurred Duquan into action.

"I'll talk to you later old ho shit is getting real down here"

Duquan hung up the phone and tossed it to the floor as he began bucking his hips. Grace, satisfied with her man having finally hung up, relieved the pressure that she was putting on his balls. She slowly licked from his balls, up the bottom of the shaft to the head, before kissing it and speaking.

"Am I not good enough for you?"

Grace pouted as she spoke but looked up at Duquan for approval, her green eyes pleading.

"Don't think too much about that phone call. I got a few people lookin for my attention."

Duquan continued as he looked down at Grace. He saw her as Doug did, a beautiful girl practically grovelling at his feet. He grabbed the base of his cock, now thick and throbbing, and tapped Grace on the cheek with it three times. The third time there was an audible thwack sound that reached even Doug's ears.

"I just wish that you would only... be with me..."

Grace continued, pleading. Duquan grinned for a moment but then put on a somber face. He tugged gently on Grace's hair, coaxing her in slightly closer, and placed his wet cock squarely on her face so that the head rested on her forehead.

"You know I want that baby. You also know why I can't right?"

"No... I think we could be together. We should be. I love you."

Grace spoke these words with pure innocence and conviction. Doug could hardly reconcile the words he was hearing from his daughter with the imagine of her in front of him, kneeling between a black man's legs with his wet cock resting casually on her face.