tagInterracial LoveWhat To Tell My Daughter Pt. 01

What To Tell My Daughter Pt. 01

byjuderboy©

This is mostly a true story. Names, places, and some ages have been changed. No illegal acts were committed. If you like this story, please write. I can give you some additional details to the story.


Chapter 1



There I sat, at the kitchen table, looking into the eyes of my 18 year old daughter. Twenty minutes ago she walked into the basement and saw something I had hoped nobody would ever find out about. She was supposed to be in school for another 2 hours.

"I know that you're confused and upset. But I will try to explain, if you will let me" I told her.

"What is there to explain? I saw my mother, naked in the basement, getting her brains fucked out! I saw you cheating on my father. I saw you begging a black man the fuck you" she yelled at me.

"How could you do that? Hell, you won't even let me date a black person! And there you were fucking one" she continued.

"It's not that simple. It's never that simple" I said. "Sit back down and I will tell you the whole story. It's worse that even you might think." "How the hell did I let this get this out of control?"

It was hard looking at my daughter at that moment. She was so much like me, something I had always been proud of. Both of us were the same size and shape. At 5'1" and 110 lbs we both were in very good shape. We both had long blond hair. My breast and butt are a little bigger than Cindy, but she was turning a lot of heads with what she had, even when she was only 14.

With a tear in her eye, she sat back down and told me to try and explain what I was doing. I told her that I would start with some basic history. I knew that she knew most of this stuff, but I needed a starting place that would help her see how this all got started.

She already knew that her father was raised in this neighborhood. She knew that this house was his boyhood home. She also knew that his parents, her grandparents, were killed in a car wreck when she was 3 years old. They had left us the house. I told her that, at that time, we weren't poor but getting this house made all the difference for us. It was paid off, so we saved a lot of money each month. It meant that I didn't have to work while you and were so young.

At that point I moved into details she knew very little about. I told her that the neighborhood had changed a lot from when your father was a boy. The neighborhood was an even mix of black and white and was considered upper middleclass. When we moved back to the neighborhood it was mostly black and was now a rather poor place to be. I explained to her that I had not been raised around anything other that white people. I wasn't sure what we getting ourselves into.

Your father knew enough of the locals to feel comfortable here. He told me that the rules in a place like this were very simple. If the people in this neighborhood liked you they would go out of their way to be friendly. If they didn't like you, thought that you might be prejudice, or were scared of them, then they could make your life a living hell. Just relax. They're people, simple as that.

He was right. We met several nice couples but it seemed that it was mostly the men in the neighborhood that came around to visit with your father. I got comfortable about everything except one. I told her that one of her father's oldest friends kept hitting on me. He made it very clear that he would like to "welcome me to the neighborhood, the black kind of way." I didn't know what that meant exactly, but I wasn't interested.

I followed your father's advice and did everything I could to say no, but to not piss him off. He was a very important man around here. I wanted no trouble. I would put him off by asking him things like "what would your wife say" or "I feel very welcome here with things the way they are".

I explained to Cindy that she had just turned 5 and was starting a special pre-school program we found for her. Cindy said that she remembered that school and how much she loved it. I told her that this was when the trouble and the mistakes started.

Chapter 2

We were attending a block party on a Saturday night to celebrate the end of summer. All the parents had gotten together and hired several babysitters to watch all of the kids so that the parents could drink, party, and stay out as late as we wanted. It was so much fun. I guess I had a few drinks. I wasn't drunk or anything, just feeling good. Your father was past feeling good, he was flying high.

That was when Bob, Mr. Johnson, started in on me again. I was getting very tired of this. So instead of being nice I just, point blank, asked him what it was going to take to get him to stop hitting on me. He was a little surprised by my outburst. He recovered quickly and told me that if I would have sex with him just once that he would stop. He looked like he meant it. I don't know why I said yes to him, but I just wanted the harassment to stop.

Cindy asked me why I hadn't told Dad what was going on. I told her that I had told him on several occasions. He told me to be firm, but friendly when telling him I wasn't interested. Your father said he would talk to him but Bob used to bully your dad when he was in school. I think your father was a little afraid of him. Bob did a lot for your father, when he wanted too. I don't think he ever did talk to him, which only encouraged Bob all the more.

After I realized what I had agreed to, I went to find your father to help me. He was so messed up that he was no help at all. I had no choice but to let Bob have his way with me or really piss him off. I was so scared.

Bob came and took me by the arm and lead me back to our house. Most of the men sitting around with your father saw this and just smiled. I think they knew what was about to happen.

When we got back to our house Bob asked me what room would be best? I told him about the basement. We had a bedroom set up for visitors down there. It was much but it would do. When we reached the bottom of the stairs Bob turned me around and kissed me. He held me tight with one hand and started undressing me with the other. I was so scared. I just stood there while he stripped me naked.

He carried me to the bed and laid me down. We didn't have a lot of time so there wasn't much foreplay. He spread my legs and started eating my pussy. Bob was 6'4" and weighed at least 225 lbs. He could easily eat my pussy and reach his hands up and play with my breasts and nipples.

Cindy asked me why I was going into all of the gross details. I replied that if she wanted to really understand what she saw downstairs then she would need to know these facts. She shook her head and I continued. I told her that there were a couple of details that she needed to remember about me. The first was that your father was a very good lover. He knew just how to make a woman feel. He also had a nice size cock. He had 8" and really knew how to use it. I thought I was the luckiest woman in the world. The second fact you need to know is that I go totally nuts went I have my pussy eaten. To me it is the best part of sex. I get lost in my emotions. It makes me so hot.

So, here Bob was eating my pussy and playing with my boobs. I came in less than a minute and kept cuming until he stopped eating me. I was half drunk and horny as hell. I needed sex!

Bob stood up and took off his close. I had always wondered if the stories about black men true. Well, when Bob removed his pants and underwear I found out that those stories were true. Bob was as big as your father but he wasn't hard yet. He walked over to the edge of the bed and pulled my face to his cock. I was so horny I didn't care. I opened my mouth and sucked him in. He started to grow the second my tongue touched his cock. It grew and grew. I later found out later that Bob's cock was 12 ½" long and as big around as a beer can. When he was hard I could only get the head of his cock in my mouth.

Bob removed his cock from my mouth and climbed onto the bed with me. I told him I didn't think I could handle his cock. He laughed and said most women say that but as long as he goes slow I would be fine. I was so wet from him eating me and me cumming that it didn't take much effort for Bob to get the head of his cock into my pussy. I really knew I was in for a real fucking as he inched his way into my pussy. I had the most intense orgasm before he got half of that monster in me. He really started to push his way into me and began to pump in and out. Each time he pumped in he went a little deeper.

I was moaning and screaming with pleasure and pain. He finally got all of his cock in me. I couldn't believe that it would fit. He really started to pound my poor pussy. I lost count on the number of orgasms I had. Bob wasted little time in cumming. He filled my pussy with tons of cum. We lay together for a few minutes to get our breath back. When Bob pulled out of me my pussy made funny noises.

Bob got up and started getting dressed. I still couldn't move. Bob said he would see me back at the party and disappeared up the stairs. What Bob and I didn't know was that Dwayne, Mr. Allen, had snuck down stairs and had watched Bob fuck me. I needed a minute to recover and laid my head back and closed my eyes. I thought Bob had come back for seconds when I felt someone climb onto the bed. My legs were still hitched up and he had easy access to my pussy. He entered my pussy and filled me up in one stroke. He started pounding my pussy good and hard. It took no time before I started cumming again. I opened my eyes and was shocked to find that it wasn't Bob fucking me. Dwayne was working my pussy over good. Again I lost count of the number of orgasms I had. My mind wanted him to stop; my body was hoping he would never stop. I kept hearing someone begging Dwayne to pound my pussy. IT WAS ME.

Dwayne came quickly and pulled out of me. He dressed and left before I could recover and start complaining. I was drunk, somewhat in shock, and total fucked out, and exhausted. I made myself get up. I worked my way slowly to my bedroom. I tried to take a shower but my legs just would work well enough. I gave up and just went to bed, naked and leaking.

A few minutes later I awoke to noises coming up the stairs. It was Bob and his son Charlie bringing your father home. They laid him on the bed and turned to leave. I told Bob that I needed to talk to him and asked him to call me on Monday morning. He smiled back at me. I know he thinks I want another ride, but I wanted to tell him about Dwayne.

Chapter 3

The next morning was Sunday. We were able to sleep late because the babysitters were not supposed to bring the kids home until around 10 am. I worked on fixing breakfast, but it wasn't easy. I had a mild headache from the beer. But the rest of me was a total wreck. My legs felt like I had run 10 miles. My pussy was so sore that I couldn't touch it. My stomach area hurt too from all of the powerful orgasms. I couldn't be sure, but I had lost count at 15 orgasms in 45 minutes. I would swear that the whole thing was a dream if it weren't for the pain. It had hurt so bad to pee that morning that I put off taking a shower. I knew that I smelled of sex. I had dried cum streaks all the way down to my knees. Those two black men must have shot a gallon of cum inside me.

Your father wasn't in any shape to notice my condition. His headache was massive. He walked around the house all day long with sunglasses on and an ice pack on his head. I told Cindy that she got such a laugh at the two of us. She had found ways to make loud noises just to watch her father jump. The day past quickly and uneventfully.

The next morning I got you ready for school and your father took you on his way to work. I was glad that I didn't have to get dressed and go out. I was still sore and tried not to walk around too much. I also wanted to call Bob. I thought it would be a good idea to tell him about Dwayne. I didn't know what to expect but I hoped Bob could help stop Dwayne from shooting off his mouth.

Just as I was picking up the phone to call Bob there was a knock at the back door. I looked out the window and say that it was Bob. I let him in, half expecting him to try and get in my pants again. I couldn't have been more wrong. Bob looked very upset and start telling me how sorry he was about Saturday night. He said that he wasn't sorry that we had sex, that he wasn't sorry that he had been dogging me about it for months, but he was sorry that I had agreed to do it just to get rid of him. He explained that he had never forced anyone into having sex with him. He kept saying that he was sorry. It was clear that he didn't know anything about Dwayne.

I stopped Bob and told him that Saturday night was in the past. I said that it couldn't happen again but that I had enjoyed it much more than I should have. Bob smiled until I told him that Dwayne had watched us and that he had fucked me after he had left. Bob went nuts. I told him that it hadn't been rape exactly, but that it wasn't something that I had wanted to happen. He had taken advantage of the situation and I was scared that he would come back wanting to do it again. I told him that while my mind was saying no, my body begged him to never stop. I didn't know how to live with that fact, but I couldn't let that happen again.

Bob told me that the best thing to do was to let him handle it. Dwayne had a big mouth and probably already told all his buddies what had happened. Bob said that the good thing about it was that nobody believed that big mouth. Bob said that he would talk to Dwayne but that the best thing to do for now was nothing. I really didn't have a choice but to let Bob handle.

I asked Bob what this protection was going to cost me. He looked hurt, but responded by saying that he had told me that he would never do anything with me again that I didn't ask him to do. He got up and left without saying another word.

I thought everything had gone back to normal. Nothing happened for the next four days. I had left several messages for Bob to thank him for his efforts. He didn't return my calls. I found out on Thursday night from your father that he had gone out of town for a few days. I only hoped he had talked to Dwayne before he left.

Chapter 4

On Friday morning, around 10 am, I was in the basement doing the laundry. I heard a knock on the basement door and I opened it. It was Dwayne and one of his loser friends Tom. I never knew Tom's last name. Dwayne just walked in past me without even saying hello. He looked pissed off. He ordered me to tell Tom that he had fucked me on Saturday night. I played dumb. That only pissed him off more. He yelled that nobody believed him. I asked him why they should believe such a lie.

Dwayne said that I had loved it and had begged him to keep doing it. He said that everybody would believe him after today, he had a witness. Tom looked shocked at that and wanted nothing to do with what Dwayne had planned. But he didn't leave either. He just watched as Dwayne pinned me against the wall and started undressing me. He was so big and tall. All he had to do was to grab both of my wrists with one hand and lift me almost off the ground. He used the other hand to strip me naked. I fought as hard as I could but it was useless. As soon as I was completely naked Dwayne picked me up and carried me over to the same bed that he had fucked me on Saturday night. I begged him to stop but he didn't care. He climbed on top of me in a 69 position and began eating my pussy. He kept trying to stick his cock in my mouth but I managed to avoid it, for a while.

I reminded Cindy how I reacted to having my pussy eaten. I had a tear in my eye as I told her this. I tried so hard to fight him off and to not give in. I told her that it pissed me off when men seem to think that women became babbling idiots when you get them naked. But I couldn't help how my body reacts to oral sex. The more he ate me the less I complained and the more I moaned. The more I moaned the easier it was for Dwayne to get his cock into my mouth. When he managed to get it inside real deep it wasn't going to come out until he wanted it too. I kept turning my head from side to side to try and get his cock out of my mouth. But the more I move my head the more of a blow job I was giving him. When I stopped thrashing my head around he start moving his hips and fucked his cock into my mouth.

I lost track of time, but it couldn't have been long before I cam for the first time. It was very intense. A minute or two later a second and stronger orgasm hit me. I almost passed out. It was Dwayne's movements that brought me back to reality. He was about to cum in my mouth and I knew there wasn't anything I could do about it. I also knew that I was going to have to swallow his cum because there was no way to get his cock out of my mouth or any way to spit it out. His cum hit the back of my throat. He kept cumming. He filled what little room there was left in my mouth and I had to swallow in order to breath. But once I started swallowing I had to keep swallowing. He shot at least 8 or 9 times into my mouth. I was swallowing the last of his cum when my third orgasm ripped through me. When we were done cuming we both just lay there motionlessly.

I felt a second set of hands start to move me as Dwayne climbed off of my body. I was moved up onto my hands and knees. I don't know when or what part of what just happened that gave Tom the idea that I was having a good time. But when I opened my eyes to see who was moving me I say that Tom had removed his clothes and was now putting his cock in my face. He wasn't as big as Bob or Dwayne. His cock was about 10" long and skinner. I had no intention of sucking his cock. I just wanted this mess to stop. I kept my mouth closed as best I could. But Dwayne did me in when he stuck his hardening cock into my pussy from the other end. My mouth shot open to let out a cry of pain and pleasure. But as soon as my mouth opened it was filled.

My pussy was still tight, but not as bad as Saturday night. Dwayne went deeper with each stroke until he had his entire cock in me. It still blew my mind that anyone could get a fat 12" cock all the way into my tiny pussy. But I felt his balls hitting my clit each time he pounded into me. Tom was trying to do the same with my mouth. He kept pushing deeper until I would gag. It didn't take long before I was cumming again. Tom took full advantage also. He really pushed hard with his cock into my mouth. The next thing I knew my nose was buried in pubic hair and his balls were hitting my chin. I heard him tell Dwayne that he was in all the way, that "the bitch is deep throating me". That must have excited Dwayne, because both men pounded my pussy and throat. It felt really weird having a cock in my throat. I could feel every inch of it. I knew he was ready to cum before he did. I couldn't taste anything but I still felt the need to swallow.

As soon as Tom finished he pulled out. Another orgasm hit me and Dwayne followed it by cumming himself. I was wasted and couldn't move if I wanted to. I felt Dwayne pull out of my soaked pussy. Tom wasted no time filling me back up. He was different though. He would fuck for a minute and then pull completely out. When he was out he would rub his cock on my clit and on my asshole. I had no idea what he was doing until he started pushing the head of his cock into my asshole. All of his other movements had been aimed at getting my asshole lubed up for him. I begged for him to stop. The pain was unbelievable. He just kept going deeper with each stroke. I knew he was all the way in when he started to pound me. My legs gave way and he fell on top of me. I thought I would die and was never so glad when he cam and pulled out of my ass.

Dwayne and Tom continued to take turns on me all morning long. They each fucked me three times and shot off into my mouth two more times. My ass had been fucked, as had my throat. I may have missed a few but I made sure to keep count of the number of orgasms I had. If my memory was correct I came 17 times in the three hours that these two men fucked me. I was embarrassed at how my body had reacted to this assault. But on the other hand I had never felt so alive. The only reason they stopped was because of the time. They knew that school was about to let out and parents had to be parents, including them. They got dressed quickly. Tom thanked me, if you can believe that. Dwayne just smacked my on the ass and said I would see him soon. I looked at the clock and realized that I had 30 minutes to get cleaned up and to pick you up from the school. I don't know how I managed it, but I did. Nobody seemed to notice anything different about me. All I knew was that I needed to get through the rest of this day and find Bob ASAP.

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