On the list of things I like, being torn apart by a pack of wild black men like a wounded elk in a den of hyenas is easily in my top three. Being caught with my asshole impaled on a big black cock by my daughter was not.
There I was, back arched, impaled, and obviously very much enjoying a delicious violation when Jenna and Carlie appeared before us. They were stunned, staring, and couldn't come to terms with what they were seeing at first. It had to be as much of a shock for them as it was for us.
In a perfect world, I could have gotten up, dusted off, and explained myself, preferably after I'd had a shower and reclaimed my clothing. The bull behind me had no intention of letting up though, and with his hand gripping the back of my hair he started to punish me with that massive fucking prick of his instead. He had every right to do so. At that moment, my asshole was his.
"Dock's taken, yo." One of the men escorting my little girl and her friend spoke up. He stepped up alongside Jenna and took her by her arm, pulling her along like some gorgeous black caveman. "Let's take these bitches up to the house and bust em good."
The other boys around them chuckled in agreement, and I watched as Jenna's rude boy yanked her around and started her back up the path. She looked back at me as she went, stumbling as she was herded toward her own dirty gangbang, stealing a final glance at me, her loving mother, getting my butthole wrecked in the mid-day sun.
Carlie was being handled just as roughly, with one stud grabbing her by the back of her neck and bullying her along toward Roxie's trailer, where he and ten of his friends could gape her every hole in a pass around fuck that she looked very willing to participate in. She looked back once as well, sharing a wide-eyed look with her mother at my side, disbelief in her eyes, but the tiniest hint of a smile on those gorgeous young lips.
I felt steaming cock-gravy busting against my inner walls at once and groaned at the heat spilling into me as the shock of seeing my little girl was replaced by primal desire and a need to be bred up my ass. Instinct set me back in motion, rolling my big bottom against the stud inside me, loving his dick with my pink little hole as he gripped my hips and grunted over me.
Just before they disappeared, Jenna stole one final look my way. Our eyes met, and she smiled. I couldn't help but smile back at her. I love her desperately, and in that wicked moment we were connected by something I can't put to words.
I didn't get the whole story until much later, with Roxie filling in the details and confessing to me that she had been complicit in my little girl's introduction to big black dick. It was no wonder Jenna was calling her 'Aunt Roxie.' Black cock bonds women in a way that only another woman could understand. I admit I'm a little jealous that it couldn't be me that showed my daughter down her dark and wicked path, but as much as I loved getting blacked, I doubted I ever would have. I wanted every detail.
It was the night of the homecoming dance, and the last thing I remember was seeing my little angel on her way out with that nice young Brad Thompson on her arm. She looked gorgeous in her pretty little dress and heels, and he in his blazer and slacks. For me that's where the story ended, but for Jenna things were just beginning.
Brad had been all over my baby for years, desperate to get into her panties with no result. She liked the attention, so she stayed with him despite his roaming hands. Carlie was almost always there to play interference with one of Brad's buddies, so for the girls it was all just fun and games.
They never actually made it to the dance, and instead Brad and his buddy decided to take the girls to a frat party he knew of going on across town at the college. The girls had no objection, so they followed along, looking forward to checking out the campus since they both intended to attend the following year. Booze, boys, and a wild night were promised, which only added to their excitement.
The trouble began when they arrived at the party and made their way inside. The music was loud, the students already drunk, and the general vibe of the place was pure raunch. They could hear moaning and whimpering coming from upstairs; some young college coed getting her brains bashed out and loving it.
In her tiny little white kimono style dress, Jenna looked fucking delicious. It was no wonder one of the men at the party saw her and came for her. He pushed his way right past the crowd and reached out to take her wrist, grinning as he pulled her close and asked her to dance. He was so tall, his skin the color of midnight, and his smile was fucking insane.
In Jenna's head, Brad Thompson ceased to exist as this gorgeous African athlete charmed her onto the dance floor and pulled her body tightly into his own. There was a slight scuffle behind her as Brad and his buddy tried to intervene, but the boys at the party ran interference for their friend, and escorted the pathetic little white boys out. It was the last time that night that Jenna caught sight of Brad, calling out to her as he was being guided out the door by force.
Carlie didn't have far to look before another giant black stud slid his arms around her waist and yanked her out onto the main floor to dance. She swooned as he immediately began to rub and squeeze her little ass and didn't put up a fight as he pushed his tongue past her lips and pinned her own to the floor of her mouth.
Brad hadn't realized when he heard about the frat party that the fraternity was black exclusive. Every member was an athlete, a group of tall muscular African gods that shared a sense of teamwork and loyalty. The minute he walked through the door, and they noticed the gorgeous young thing on his arm, Jenna and Carlie's fates were sealed.
