I was shocked when my 18 year old daughter introduced me to her boyfriend, a 21 year old black college linebacker she met at a "keg party" at a local fraternity, but as a single Mom, I didn't say anything. I had raised her from birth by myself, and I had never wanted to alienate her by criticizing her too strongly. I'd seen the affect overly strict parenting had had on the teenage daughters of my friends -- drugs, promiscuous sex, poor grades and constant fighting. My daughter was well-behaved, well-dressed, a straight-A student who rarely stayed out late. I didn't know how she had found her way to a college fraternity party, or what was going on between this 6'3, 250 pound football player, but I was sure it would be short-lived. She was on her way to an Ivy League college on a scholarship, or so she'd always said.
When she and Khalid went upstairs to her bedroom and closed the door, though, I couldn't help myself. I took my heels off and walked in my bare feet up the stairs and stood listening outside the door.
The first thing I heard was Khalid's deep voice: "Suck," he said.
"It's too big," Mandy said. "I couldn't even fit the head in my mouth in the car."
"You'll get it," Khalid said. "You white bitches always manage. It just takes practice."
"It's not just the head," Mandy said. "Look at it: the shaft is as thick as my arm."
"You so skinny, it just looks big. Now open your mouth," Khalid said. "Wider than that."
Suddenly, I heard the sound of sucking. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My daughter on her knees, sucking this young man's cock. There was the sound of gagging and coughing.
"You got to open wider and keep it open, bitch," Khalid said. "Don't fight it: it's going down your throat."
"That's not going to happen, Khalid, even if you hold me down on it like that. It's way thicker than my throat, and it's too long to fit down there."
"Just open up, bitch, and don't pull it out when you choke. Choke around it."
"Let me do it at my own speed, then; don't ram it into my throat like that."
"I'm fuckin' horny, bitch. If you want me to stay out of your pussy, you've got to give up that motherfuckin' throat."
They stopped talking then, and there were more sucking sounds, followed by choking and gagging. "You can gag, baby, that's only natural," Khalid said. "Suck. Suck. Suck. It. Down."
Suddenly I realized that I might be able to see something through the key hold, and I leaned over. Sure enough, they were in front of her bed, which was piled high with stuffed animals on top of the fluffy white comforter. My daughter was on her knees with her top off, her small breasts with their pointy cone-shaped nipples erect. Khalid was standing in front of her. Even with some portion of his cock in Mandy's mouth, I could see how massive his cock was: thick with prominent veins and a pair of enormous, low hanging balls. The shaft was glistening with her spit, and spit was dripping off the shaft and balls and onto the carpet.
Khalid reached an enormous hand out and braced the back of my daughter's head. He began pushing her whole head down on the shaft of his cock. Her mouth was stretched open painfully, and her eyes were wide open. She gagged repeatedly, but every time she gagged he took the opportunity to push another inch or two of cock into her mouth. In this way he patiently worked the shaft into her throat until finally his enormous balls came to rest against her chin.
"Now, that's what I'm mothafuckin' talkin' about," he said. "Balls to mothafuckin' chin. Suck that nigga dick like you were born to do."
Khalid took his hand away, and Mandy pulled off the shaft, choking and spluttering. "Oh my God!" she said, "I did it!"
"That wasn't so fuckin' hard was it?" Khalid asked her. The entire length of his fuck shaft stood out in front of him, at least 10" long, and tapering from the purple-black head to a base that was extraordinarily thick.
"Do that again," Mandy said. "Work it into my throat like that."
"You're hooked, bitch," Khalid said. "This isn't like any white cock you've every sucked, is it?"
"Are you kidding? The biggest white dick I've sucked wasn't half as big as yours."
Mandy opened wide and lowered her teenage mouth onto her boyfriend's black cock. Bobbing her head up and down, helped by his big hand on her ponytail, she managed to work the entire shaft into her throat again. There began a steady up and down sucking, from head to balls and back again, as her mouth functioned like a wet pussy for the black football player. He said the filthiest things I had ever heard while she sucked, calling her a "nigger sucker" and a "teenage throat *****," and using the word "Suck" over and over, until finally he put both hand on the side of her head and held her mouth down firmly on the base of his cock while he emptied his balls into her stomach. When he was done, he allowed her to pull her mouth off the shaft. The cum had drained directly into her belly, so there was no residue on her lips.
"You got skillz, girl, no question."
Mandy smiled up at him.
I knew it was just a matter of time before she gave her virgin pussy up to him -- after that blowjob, it might even happen this afternoon. I couldn't bare the thought of it, and I retreated down the stairs and put my heels back on, and started preparing dinner, knowing that my teenage daughter, an honor student and a choir girl, had just drained a load of cum from a black man who was virtually a stranger to her. What would become of her?
When she and Khalid went upstairs to her bedroom and closed the door, though, I couldn't help myself. I took my heels off and walked in my bare feet up the stairs and stood listening outside the door.
The first thing I heard was Khalid's deep voice: "Suck," he said.
"It's too big," Mandy said. "I couldn't even fit the head in my mouth in the car."
"You'll get it," Khalid said. "You white bitches always manage. It just takes practice."
"It's not just the head," Mandy said. "Look at it: the shaft is as thick as my arm."
"You so skinny, it just looks big. Now open your mouth," Khalid said. "Wider than that."
Suddenly, I heard the sound of sucking. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My daughter on her knees, sucking this young man's cock. There was the sound of gagging and coughing.
"You got to open wider and keep it open, bitch," Khalid said. "Don't fight it: it's going down your throat."
"That's not going to happen, Khalid, even if you hold me down on it like that. It's way thicker than my throat, and it's too long to fit down there."
"Just open up, bitch, and don't pull it out when you choke. Choke around it."
"Let me do it at my own speed, then; don't ram it into my throat like that."
"I'm fuckin' horny, bitch. If you want me to stay out of your pussy, you've got to give up that motherfuckin' throat."
They stopped talking then, and there were more sucking sounds, followed by choking and gagging. "You can gag, baby, that's only natural," Khalid said. "Suck. Suck. Suck. It. Down."
Suddenly I realized that I might be able to see something through the key hold, and I leaned over. Sure enough, they were in front of her bed, which was piled high with stuffed animals on top of the fluffy white comforter. My daughter was on her knees with her top off, her small breasts with their pointy cone-shaped nipples erect. Khalid was standing in front of her. Even with some portion of his cock in Mandy's mouth, I could see how massive his cock was: thick with prominent veins and a pair of enormous, low hanging balls. The shaft was glistening with her spit, and spit was dripping off the shaft and balls and onto the carpet.
Khalid reached an enormous hand out and braced the back of my daughter's head. He began pushing her whole head down on the shaft of his cock. Her mouth was stretched open painfully, and her eyes were wide open. She gagged repeatedly, but every time she gagged he took the opportunity to push another inch or two of cock into her mouth. In this way he patiently worked the shaft into her throat until finally his enormous balls came to rest against her chin.
"Now, that's what I'm mothafuckin' talkin' about," he said. "Balls to mothafuckin' chin. Suck that nigga dick like you were born to do."
Khalid took his hand away, and Mandy pulled off the shaft, choking and spluttering. "Oh my God!" she said, "I did it!"
"That wasn't so fuckin' hard was it?" Khalid asked her. The entire length of his fuck shaft stood out in front of him, at least 10" long, and tapering from the purple-black head to a base that was extraordinarily thick.
"Do that again," Mandy said. "Work it into my throat like that."
"You're hooked, bitch," Khalid said. "This isn't like any white cock you've every sucked, is it?"
"Are you kidding? The biggest white dick I've sucked wasn't half as big as yours."
Mandy opened wide and lowered her teenage mouth onto her boyfriend's black cock. Bobbing her head up and down, helped by his big hand on her ponytail, she managed to work the entire shaft into her throat again. There began a steady up and down sucking, from head to balls and back again, as her mouth functioned like a wet pussy for the black football player. He said the filthiest things I had ever heard while she sucked, calling her a "nigger sucker" and a "teenage throat *****," and using the word "Suck" over and over, until finally he put both hand on the side of her head and held her mouth down firmly on the base of his cock while he emptied his balls into her stomach. When he was done, he allowed her to pull her mouth off the shaft. The cum had drained directly into her belly, so there was no residue on her lips.
"You got skillz, girl, no question."
Mandy smiled up at him.
I knew it was just a matter of time before she gave her virgin pussy up to him -- after that blowjob, it might even happen this afternoon. I couldn't bare the thought of it, and I retreated down the stairs and put my heels back on, and started preparing dinner, knowing that my teenage daughter, an honor student and a choir girl, had just drained a load of cum from a black man who was virtually a stranger to her. What would become of her?
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