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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
A straight white father, fucked and enslaved by Blacks.
If stories about dominant Black men turning straight white men and their families into cocksucking sex slaves offend you, then try reading some other story. If you are looking for loving relationships between men, try the gay romance section; this story isn’t it. If you don’t like bisexuality, father-son incest, lots of facial cum or the occasional golden shower, this is not the story for you. If degrading sex and over-the-top racial stereotypes offend you, stop reading now. All characters are over 18.
This is all pure B.S. fantasy, not to be taken seriously or condoned in real life. Interracial sex among consenting adults is great; “non-consent” is not great. None of this is real; do not attempt this at home. And of course, in real life, always treat EVERYONE with respect and dignity and practice safe sex (or better yet, maybe just jerk off to these stories and nobody gets hurt.)
This is a sequel to White Sucks Black (College Boy) told from the father’s perspective.
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I don’t know what possessed me to get out of bed, where both my wife and I were sleeping in the nude as always. When I looked out the window at the backyard pool area I got a shock that took my breath away, and for some unknown reason caused my cock to rise to full erection faster than I could ever remember. There on the picnic table was my son, lying on his back, completely naked, with his head hanging over the edge upside down, being fucked in the mouth and ass at the same time by two Black boys. One of the Blacks was my son’s new college roommate, Lee Jackson (Yeah, I had the same reaction) and the other was the roommate’s older brother, Tyrone Jackson, who had come with my son on a weekend visit from college.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Two Black boys were fucking my eldest son only a few feet away from me on the other side of the window! They were incredibly brazen, fucking right under the light, as if they wanted to be seen. In fact they both frequently looked at my window. I hoped in the darkness of my room that I would not be seen, because I could not take my eyes off what I was seeing.
I know I should have done something about it; they were fucking my son for Christ’s sake! Yet I was utterly transfixed by their powerful Black muscular bodies and the huge Black cocks that were penetrating my son’s mouth and ass to their balls. In fact there was enough light that I could see one of cocks thrusting deep in my son’s throat.
After several minutes of watching the Blacks “spit-roast” my 18-year old son, the older Black, who was face-fucking my son, looked right at my window as he pulled out and shot a massive load of cum all over my son’s face. Spurt after spurt covered every square inch of my son’s face with a thick coating of white goo. At the same time, the younger brother started jerking and twitching and I knew he was coming deep in my son’s ass. Then the other Black grabbed my son’s head with his strong hands, like a basketball, and lifted it up like a head-hunter’s trophy, turning my son’s head so that I had a full-on view off all the cum oozing down my son’s face. The black guy even gave a thumbs-up directed at my window. Shit, how could they know I was watching?
“Something interesting out there?” Shit, my wife had woken up. I stumbled for something to say, hoping she wouldn’t notice my erection.
“Uh, it’s just our son and his friends screwing around in the pool.”
“Literally or figuratively?”
“Well, they’re fucking his brains out,” I thought. “Uh, just horsing around,” is what I said.
“At this hour? What time is it?” Without her glasses my wife could not see very well, which I figured was a good thing, since my dick was showing no sign of going down.
“It’s almost two o’clock.”
“Are they skinny-dipping?” That was not a question I expected from my normally strait-laced wife. We’d been married 25 years and she was a beautiful woman. We had a great sex life, and we had sex often, and she even enjoyed giving me head and even swallowing my cum, but still it was pretty “normal” sex, and it wasn’t as often as it used to be.
“I can’t tell,” they’re in the water, I lied, because they had my son kneeling naked by the edge of the pool, both of them pissing right in my son’s face, and looking at my window with shit-eating grins. There was no doubt that all of them were completely naked.
“Well give them some privacy and come back to bed.”
I did as my wife asked, and slipped under the covers, feeling her warm naked body next to mine. She turned around and embraced me and her hand ran over my body, and brushed my erect cock.
“Oh my, what’s gotten in to you? Naked boys get you excited?” my wife said in a teasing, not mean, way.”
“Uh, no. You get me excited.”
“Well we can’t let a hard-on like this go to waste,” as I felt her warm mouth engulf my cock. istanbul travesti My wife could suck like a pro, and I nearly lost it, but I regained some control. As she continued to suck, I felt ashamed that I had this most incredible, loving wife giving me a great blowjob, and all I could think about was the Black guys fucking my son. How could I ever un-see all the cum dripping down my son’s face, and I had only glimpsed it, but they had used my only son as their personal urinal. Mostly I couldn’t get the size of those Black cocks out of my mind.
My mind was in turmoil. My dad had been a racist, homophobe bigot (still was as far as I knew.) I had raised my son to be tolerant of Blacks and gays, but I certainly hadn’t raised him to be a cocksucker for Black guys. I’d never had gay feelings and I found the whole idea completely disgusting. God, Blacks fucking white men? That was something that went on in prison. When I was with the guys at work, I’d told my fair share of anti-gay jokes and slurs. I was pretty certain I’d told my son at one point that “Suck one cock and you’re a cocksucker for life.” I’m pretty sure most dads have said that to their son.
Suddenly, my wife swung her leg over the top of me, and she mounted my cock, which felt so incredibly good as it sank into her surprisingly wet pussy. She’d fucked me cowgirl style before, but very rarely. We’d done it dog style a few times but almost always missionary. Our one attempt at anal sex hadn’t gone that well, so we hadn’t tried it again.
My wife looked so beautiful and hot riding on top of me. I could see her shapely body and her ample breasts bouncing up and down in the mirror over the dresser, silhouetted by the pool light. And yet, I was still thinking about my son’s naked body and the huge Black cocks that were impaling him at both ends, and then it dawned on me that my son’s cock had been erect the whole time too. Like me, he had a pretty decent 8″ cock when hard, but it still paled (no pun intended) in comparison to the god-like Black cocks.
Here I was, having the best sex I’d had in years, only a few feet from where my son had just been fucked. Thoughts of my son as he grew up passed though my mind. He had always been a good kid, polite, well-mannered, a strait-A student, All-Conference track athlete, with a really wonderful, attractive and smart girlfriend. My wife and I were so proud when he was accepted into Elite Ivy University. And now I knew that within two weeks of starting at the university he’d become a cocksucker and fuck-hole to his Black roommate, Lee Jackson, and Lee’s brother Tyrone.
Finally, I felt my wife orgasm, the most intense she’d had in a long time, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I shot my load of cum far into my wife’s pussy. She collapsed on top of me, her large breasts heaving against my chest. We laid there for a while in euphoric bliss, as I wondered what was going to happen the rest of the weekend. My wife, our high school daughter, and youngest son, were leaving in the morning to go visit my wife’ ill sister, and they’d be gone Saturday night and return sometime Sunday, which would leave me alone in the house with my just-fucked son and two big-dicked Black boys. I thought, what could go wrong?
Then my wife did something that she had only done a number of times when we were dating in college. She slid up my body and put her pussy right above my face. Her words shocked me, “Please eat my pussy daddy.”
I hesitated just a moment because her pussy was full of my cum, which I am sure she no doubt knew. But I loved my wife so much that I’d do anything to give her pleasure, so I did as she asked. She moaned and ground her cum-soaked pussy into my face as I licked deep inside her, tasting my own semen. It didn’t take long before she shuddered in an even bigger orgasm than the first one, which left me in shock. Eating her cum-filled pussy made her feel that good?
“Oh, thank you honey. I love you so much,” she said as she collapsed.
“I love you too,” I said as visions of large Black cocks were stuck in my head.
The next morning was a bit strange, as everyone acted perfectly normal. Lee and Tyrone were perfect gentlemen. My son didn’t seen quite right, and my wife had asked why his girlfriend (who was accepted at the same college as my son,) hadn’t come down too, and my son didn’t really have a good answer. Nevertheless, my son did his best to act normal.
My wife and daughter fixed breakfast and then joined us at the picnic table by the pool, the same table I’d seen these Black boys fucking my son on last night. In fact I couldn’t help but think that my son’s ass had been right on the placemat where I was sitting. I was eating right were my son had been fucked in the ass. In fact, there was even a cum stain on the table, which had presumably leaked out of my son’s ass. My son’s head would have been in his mother’s lap based on where she was sitting. I sure hoped there were no cum stains, or god-forbid, actual left over cum on the table or chair that might istanbul travestileri have dripped off my son’s face.
During the breakfast conversation, my wife informed me that Lee had asked if it was all right to invite some of his friends over, who rarely ever got to swim in a pool since there weren’t any in the neighborhood they lived in. She said, “I told him it was OK. You don’t mind do you?”
Actually I wasn’t enthralled by the idea of having a bunch of Black guys arriving at the house and lounging by the pool. Knowing my nosy neighbors, someone was likely to call the cops. But since my wife had already said OK, there wasn’t really anything I could say about it. I just said that I would hole up in my office as I did have a lot of work to do.
Throughout breakfast, I couldn’t concentrate, as I remained fixated on Lee and Tyrone’s huge Black dicks. I’d never had such thoughts before, but I realized I had been having them ever since I first met Lee when my wife and I were helping move my son into the dorm (Turner Hall, after Nat Turner, of slave rebellion name, who had killed a lot of slave owners, although I didn’t know then that was the Turner it was named after, having been changed from John C. Calhoun.)
Lee had showed up fresh from a work-out. Lee was not what I expected (in fact, like my son, I expected someone named Lee Jackson to be a redneck from the south.) Instead he was a well-spoken, urbane young man, but I couldn’t help noticing the size of his bulge in his shorts. It was obvious his dick was huge. I tried not to stare, and I couldn’t explain why my dick was getting hard in my pants, just because of the presence of a young Black man, with the outline of a very large dick. My embarrassment at my erection was probably noticeable, but I also noted that my wife’s nipples were hard, and she seemed to be taking sidelong glances at Lee’s hefty bulge.
I had been taken aback, when after short pleasantries, Lee announced that he had to take a shower and he excused himself. Knowing that there was a naked Black man with only a door between him and us, caused a bit of panic on my part, and I announced that it was time for my wife and I to depart. In our haste to leave my wife forgot to take her prescription sunglasses, and we had to turn back and get them.
My wife ran in, since I was in a no-parking zone, although she was in longer than I thought necessary, she still didn’t take all that long. The two-hour ride home was uneventful, although my wife got several text messages which I didn’t think anything of. As a newscaster on the local morning news, she got texts and calls with annoying frequency.
As my wife and I lingered over breakfast, the boys excused themselves to get into their swimming suits, and my daughter and youngest son left too. It still seemed weird, carrying on a normal chat with my wife knowing that my son had been fucked right on this table. It didn’t take long for the boys to change. I saw my wife’s eyes go wide and I about dropped my cup of tea. My son was wearing what could be called at best a g-string thong pouch. The Black guys were wearing somewhat more, but their suits barely contained their cocks. None of the suits would hold a hard cock, that’s for sure, and it was obvious my son’s was starting to strain.
I was speechless, so my wife went first. “Ahem, where did you get those?”
Lee responded, “Mrs. C. everyone’s wearing them now. It’s all the rage at the beach near campus.”
“I guess I haven’t been to the beach in awhile.”
“We even got one for you dad,” said my son as he stood practically naked right next to me and handed me a thong obviously as skimpy as his own.”
“They come in two sizes, Mr. C., white and black,” said Tyrone, in what was obviously a sexually charged innuendo. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get into that because I’d been hiding a full blown erection under the table, as I kept thinking of my son’s ass being fucked right where my bacon and eggs were sitting.
“Come on Mr. C., join us,” said Lee as the boys jumped into the pool, and started horsing around.
“Well, that’s a sight,” said my wife.
“I’ll say,” was the first thing I was able to say.
My wife even looked a little flushed and her nipples were jutting through her blouse, but what could I say, sitting there with a painful erection in my shorts? Leaning over to whisper in my ear, my wife said, “Can you believe the size of those monsters? Our son’s not too bad either, obviously takes after you.”
I about fell out of my chair at her comments, and for the life of me could not understand why Black cock was making my cock hard, nor could I understand what had gotten into my normally reserved wife.
“Too bad I have to go. I’d like to see you in that suit.”
“Suit? That’s being generous. And in front of the boys?”
“Why not, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. Enjoy your ‘just us men time'” said my wife as she smiled and got up to change.
Just then I about choked on my fruit cup as my teenage daughter travesti istanbul came out wearing a skimpy string bikini that I had no idea she even had. My darling princess was practically naked!
“Sara!” said my wife, sharply. “What are you doing? You’re supposed to getting ready to go to Aunt Jane’s. And where on earth did you get that…thing.”
“Oh mother. Don’t be a prude. Lots of girls are wearing these.”
“Not my daughter, you’re not. Get dressed, you’re going to your aunt’s.”
“Mother,” Sara said with that teenage contempt. “I’d rather stay here. Black boys are so cool and Mary’s such a dweeb. I don’t want to hang out with her.”
“Shame on you. Mary’s a very nice girl. And the answer is, no! Get dressed.”
“Motherrrr,” my daughter whined.
“No. I’ll not have you torturing these nice Black boys wearing that thing. You look like a harlot.”
“Well, what about Mark? What he’s wearing barely covers his junk, and his ass is hanging out.” I about gagged at those words coming from my darling little girl.
My wife seemed unusually at a loss for words, as the boys continued to frolic in the pool. “That’s different. And I don’t want to talk about it. Get dressed. You’re going. And that’s final.”
My daughter huffed away like teenage girls do.
“Where did she get that thing?” my wife said to me.
I stammered, “How should I know?”
“I bet you thought she looked really hot?” I tried to banish the thought, since she was my daughter, but as matter of fact I did. She had an incredible body for her age, and I had never seen so much of it before.
I stammered some more, and my wife sighed, and said with a smile, “You men are all pigs.”
“Guilty?” I said, hesitantly. But my wife just left to get dressed.
I passed the next few minutes reading the paper and trying not to stare at the nearly naked boys cavorting in the pool. When my wife called from inside the house that she was ready, I was surprised to see my wife dressed so skimpy, actually the same short white yoga pants and black sports bra with loose blouse she’d been wearing when we helped our son move in to the dorm.
“You’re going to see your sister in that?”
“It’s hot out,” was what my wife said. Then my daughter came out wearing something similar. It wasn’t as revealing as the thong bikini, but it didn’t hide all that much either.
“That’s better,” my wife said to Sara. “You boys have a good time,” my wife called out. I sensed that Black guys were looking at my wife in her sexy outfit like a couple of salivating wolves. Finally my youngest son came down, with a look on his face like he’d rather do anything but go with his mom and sister.
I got up and followed my wife to the front door, trying to keep my erection under control. As my wife and I kissed, I could see beyond her into the pool area, and saw that my son was sucking Tyrone’s cock right on the edge of the pool! There was no doubt about it. How incredibly brazen! If my wife turned around she too would have seen our son with a huge Black cock in his mouth. But she didn’t and she was off to see her sister. I’m pretty sure my daughter saw it though, as her jaw had dropped and her eyes went wide, as I had kissed her mother. My youngest son no doubt saw it, as his eyes were clearly locked on his older brother sucking cock.
Now I was faced with the problem of what to do. I should so something to stop what they were doing to my son, yet my erection was bursting out of my pants at the sight. I couldn’t believe they wanted for me to see my son sucking cock, but that was the logical conclusion. I called out, “I’ll be out in a bit.”
When I came back out, the suck show was over. All three boys were out of the pool and they approached me as I started to clear the breakfast table. My son spoke up, “Dad, now that mom’s gone, is it OK if we skinny-dip?” Before I could answer, the two Black boys pulled down their skimpy suits, exposing their huge semi-hard cocks. To see those black monsters in plain sight literally took my breath away.
“We don’t need permission,” said Tyrone, before I could answer, as he stepped toward me, his hardening dick only a few feet away. From the commanding tone of his voice, the thought crossed my mind that they were expecting me to suck their cocks too.
“You’ll have to excuse me,” I said as I beat a hasty retreat to the kitchen with the breakfast dishes and my son doffed his suit. No sooner had I left the patio than a backwards glance showed my son was once again sucking cock, on his knees, completely naked.
I anguished over what a father was supposed to do in such a situation. I wondered how many fathers had ever even been in such a situation. My son didn’t seem to be being forced to suck. I’d always thought that homosexual sex was disgusting and yet I seemed to be excited by it at the same time, and the fact that it was my son sucking, which should have made it even more revolting, somehow made it even more exciting. And then the thought struck me. If I went back out to the pool area I might very well end up sucking cock just like my son. What would he think of his father then? Afraid that I might actually succumb, I did what I had told my wife I was going to do and I holed up in my study, and started doing some work on my computer.
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