Date: Sun, 6 Dec 2009 17:40:22 -0800 (PST)
From: D.O. <celliophonic@yahoo.com>
Subject: Making Love With My Black Daddy (TG, Teen)

                            Making Love With My Black Daddy

By D.O.
celliophonic@yahoo.com
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bestbbcstories/


The flames crackle in the fireplace. Light romantic music is playing in the
background. The wine is going to our heads. The bearskin rug is soft
beneath us. My sheer, pink negligee sticks to my sweat slickened form as
our hands roam each other's bodies.

I'm slowly, oh so slowly riding Dwayne Mitchell, my incredible Black
Daddy. His eight inch erection is buried to the hilt in my soft innards and
he gasps as I slowly grind and swirl on his jutting thickness, massaging
and gripping him lovingly in my silken boywomb.  The heat from the fire,
only a couple of feet away, is radiating over us and causing a sexy sheen
of sweat to form on both of us. Dwayne is on his back, his knees bent
upward, keeping me saddled in the space between his thighs and his belly
paunch. I love mounting my Daddy this way as the closeness and friction is
amazingly sexy. I look down into Dwayne's eyes and see him staring back at
me with lust...... and love. True love. I'm in love with Daddy and he with
me.

We are inside Dwayne's modest, but beautiful cabin in Michigan's Upper
Peninsula, near Munising. He owns a small but very successful shipping
company on the west side of the state and lives full-time just down the
street from my parents and me. That's how we met, about a year ago when I
was just eighteen and was doing some lawn mowing and other yard work for
Daddy, or as I called him back then, Mr. Mitchell. I had started to realize
around the age of fifteen that I wasn't really attracted to girls so much,
but most guys didn't interest me either. Then I met Dwayne Mitchell and my
life changed forever. After meeting him for the first time, I couldn't stop
thinking about him. He had come to the door dressed only in silk pajama
bottoms that did little to conceal his prominent bulge and the image of his
big, dark, meaty and oh so hairy upper torso was burned into my memory that
sweltering morning and soon became the fodder for all my teenage jack off
fantasies. I couldn't stop imagining how he would touch me with those
brawny paws, how he would kiss me with those full, chocolate lips......how
he might take me, powerfully, with his......well, you know. Those torrid
thoughts fueled my pubescent desire for over six months before Mr. Mitchell
took matters into his own hands and seduced me into a world of sexual and
sensual pleasure that I could never have envisaged, those months ago. Daddy
is divorced and at forty two is almost two and a half decades my senior. He
also knows just how a boy like me needs to be treated, which is to say,
like a lady. I've become Daddy's girl and things couldn't be better between
us. He always knows just what to say to me and little things to do for me
that make me feel special and loved. He's so masculine, big and strong but
not in a super muscular, uber workout fanatic way, just in a tall and
brawny and powerful and manly kind of way. Like a dark ebony
lumberjack. His bulky 6'2" 250 physique dominates my much slighter 5'10"
180 frame and I love being the submissive in the relationship. Once
initiated into the role of being, essentially a white male wife to a black
man, I started to fall for Daddy and I felt like he was falling for me as
well. And now here we were, gone away for a weekend together of romantic
escapades.  My heart had jumped when considering the possibilities that lay
ahead.

Daddy moaned again as our eyes met, firelight causing them to sparkle and
yet I could see dark, aching desire deep within his. I could feel the
desire within my own body, as well. It was almost overwhelming. God! How I
wanted this, to be Daddy's good little girl. His hands were caressing my
nipples through the flimsy material of the barely-there nightie, taunting
them and teasing them into tender, throbbing peaks of bliss. He touched me
everywhere, like he owned my body; I guess he does at that. He stroked my
thighs, cupped my buttocks and lightly milked my boy clitty. I groaned and
thrust into his hand as the contact of his burly mitts on my heated flesh
caused my rectum to tighten around his manhood, buried as it was inside
that most personal of places. We both cried out together as we could
finally express ourselves openly and in full abandonment, unafraid of
anyone overhearing the intensity of our sexual intimacy.

Although Daddy had taken me anally before, it had almost always been a
quickie in the basement of his house, before my folks got home and wondered
where I was. It was often fast, quiet and somewhat unsatisfying.  Now we
had time to go slow, to truly make love to each other, and we were grinding
so unhurriedly it was just about excruciating. My butthole ached for more
of my Daddy and I longed to show him just how much I desired him inside me,
all the time.

This time I had used the excuse of going up to do yard work and clean up at
Mr. Mitchell's cabin for the entire weekend and mom and dad had thought
nothing of it. They could scarcely have known that their polite, friendly,
divorced neighbor guy with teenaged kids of his own was secretly fucking
their son and turning him into a cock-craving girlyboi. Heh, if only they
could see me now, mounted on Mr. Mitchell's magnificent erection,
coal-black and nearly trembling with unbridled supremacy. Actually, I
rather hoped they wouldn't see me, you know the whole `gay thing' and then
the whole `interracial thing' to go along with it. They'd be doubly
disappointed as my folks were traditionalists. Men and women had standard,
heterosexual relationships and people always should keep things within the
confines of their own race. They weren't homo-phobic or racist per se, they
just believed in doing things the old fashioned way. And then there'd be
the age difference bit. Jesus, how was I ever going to tell my parents that
I was in love with a black man who was old enough to be my father? No idea
so I probably just wouldn't tell them anything at all.

Daddy moving under me startled me back from my reverie and I looked down at
the smoldering passion etched on his face. I was overcome with emotion to
be looked at in that way, to be totally desired by this man whom I loved so
deeply and more than anything or anyone I had ever loved before.  He pulled
me down onto his chest so we could kiss and our lips met in a sensual dance
as tongues intertwined and spit mixed with spit. The kiss was sooooo slow
and deep and fervent that I almost couldn't think as Daddy took my breath
away with the amazing gentleness and softness that he showed toward me. He
tenderly broke our liplock after a few breathless seconds and motioned for
me with a pat on the bearskin to move off of him and roll over on my
side. I did as he wished and was soon lying with my back pressed into
Daddy's chest and belly. My negligee was a flyaway-back style and I could
feel the coarseness of the thick matte of hair that covered his upper front
torso, in total contrast to my completely smooth, depilated body. I had
always had very little body hair and what amount I did have tended to be
very light, as I was a blonde. So no one would likely notice that I had
gotten it all removed especially for this weekend, at Daddy's request. It
would be our little secret.

My boipussy was feeling very empty as I felt my man arrange himself behind
me. I innately knew that Daddy was moving us into this position so he could
take control of our lovemaking and I had every intention of letting him do
just that. Daddy is a masterful cocksman who really knows his way around a
young girlieboi's body, knows just how to pierce into her and touch every
nook and cranny inside of her. How lucky I was to have found such a sweet
and wonderful and sexually skilled Black Daddy. I gasped at the feeling of
his fingers invading me and could tell he was still at full mast, his cock
pressing into the small of my back. His lips were on my neck and ears and
shoulders as he whispered sweet nothings to me, trying to get me to relax
into him. I realized I was a bit tense and tried to calm down and focus on
the experience of those meaty, knowing digits exploring my moist, slick
heat.  God I wanted Daddy back in my fuck slit in the worst way and I
arched my smooth buns into him, letting him know how ready his girl was for
him. He chuckled, the perceptive laugh of a man who knows just what he's
doing and is in total control. I knew he knew that I wanted him, ached for
him, throbbed for him. Even though I still enjoyed cumming from my clitty,
my bowels had become my new erogenous zone and I could feel ripples of
sensual electricity undulate along the insides of my rectum, colon and
prostate. My guts were on fire for my Black Daddy and I needed him to take
me again, NOW!

I again arched back impatiently into Daddy's chest, wanting him badly and
needing him to know it. Of course he knew it. Again he whispered into my
ear the words I needed to hear, calling me his sweetheart and letting me
know that he was going to take care of my needs, soon.  I shifted
restlessly, requiring of my man to spear my pussy again, pressing the
softness of my tiny slit up against his hardness repeatedly, all the while
mewling like a kitten, or a bitch in rut. He ran a rough paw possessively
along my waist and hips and then brought my small hand into his much larger
one and clasped tight, so our fingers were knitted together in a grip that
only lovers know. He pulled the digits of his other hand slowly out of my
behind with a wet squelching sound and I immediately felt the tip of his
wickedly powerful cock taking their place. Stiff and unyielding it was, and
it was exactly what I wanted, to be taken by Daddy and made into his girl,
his wife. I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth against the expected jab of
pain and was surprised when Daddy's fingers, the same ones that had just
been in my ass, jabbed into my mouth and I was soon slobbering away on the
offered fingers, like I was giving Daddy's hand a blowjob.  I was loving
this roughness, this ravishment. God I loved him in control like this, his
steady experienced touch guiding me and taking me where he wanted us to go,
where we both wanted to go.

And then suddenly, with a quick authoritative stab, Black Daddy was inside
me again and I bent back into his fuck as an animalistic scream was ripped
from the bottom of my very soul. I was lost in the simultaneous sensations
of exquisite pain and devastating pleasure.  I worked my aching gash
feverishly around his dark meat, trying to milk him and feel his juices
course through me. This was my man and I was going to show him just how
much he meant to me, just how much I loved him and appreciated how he took
command of our relationship. Daddy moved himself inside me, slowly entering
my dripping quimmy, pulling out till just the tip was encased in my velvety
flesh and then pounding back in, hard. With every inward thrust, he mashed
my prostate and turned my innards into jelly. I was crying by now, my young
body and mind overcome with emotion as the man I loved took me as his
sissygirl. I felt him softly kissing away at my tears as they streamed down
my cheeks, streaking the light smattering of blush and mascara I had
applied, in addition to the bright red lip-stick, in order to excite my
Daddy.

I was resting my head on Daddy's right arm as I lay on the thick bearskin
facing the fire, and he used this hand to stroke my boiclitty, just
lightly, enough to elicit moans and encouragement from me for more. We
finally unclasped our left hands and he moved his to the sharp, jutting
points of my nipples, running his palms over them and tweaking the spiky
nubs with his fingertips through the sheer silk of my nightie. The feeling
was astonishing and it felt as though there was an erogenous triangle that
connected my nipples to my bowels and my boiclitty. Meanwhile I let my now
free hand glide down to the place where Daddy and I were joined, the place
where his black hardness penetrated my white softness and I circled his
blazing hot erection with my tiny fingers as he continued pressing in and
out of me with a zealous necessity that I had never before known from
him. This action seemed to incite him to further heights and soon he had me
screaming, literally, at the top of my lungs as we became one body and soul
entwined by a pulsating and awe-inspiring lust, sealed together by sweat
and cum and saliva. Words cannot describe the love I felt for Black Daddy
at that moment, how I was his everything and we were all things to each
other. Tears continued streaming down my face as I was overcome emotionally
by Daddy's lovemaking, at once rough and then gentle. My nipples and my
little clitty and balls were all aching painfully and deliciously from
being pulled, poked, pinched and twisted. The scent of Daddy was all over
me and I could sense through the haze of the harsh sexing that he was
getting close to making me his girl completely, almost ready to breed my
slit.

I hollered out my feelings blindly, half crying then half squealing, how
much I loved Daddy, how much I needed him and to my astonishment, he
reciprocated by telling me he loved me and that he couldn't live without
me. His declaration of love sent a jolt of romantic sensuality through my
bowels and I convulsed orgasmically around my older lover, my boy juice
rocketing out of my clitty with a force that left me gasping for air and
calling out my Black Daddy's name in my best erotic girlie voice. I ground
my moist slit into his unyielding groin as hard as I could, wanting him to
get there as well. Daddy was shouting hoarsely as well, calling me his
twink and telling me how he loved his sissyboi and he was dominating me
harder than ever at that point. His full eight inches were entirely in me,
engulfed in the massaging silky heat of my rectal muscles and I could feel
his wiry pubic hair scratching the tender flesh of my soft buttocks as he
jammed himself into the hilt, my fuck slot expanding obscenely around him,
like a petite sucking mouth. His teeth were clamped down on the back of my
neck and his fingers squeezed my little titties incessantly as he continued
to fuck toward his nut, harder than I would have thought possible, with the
desperation of a man lost in the desert getting his first drink of water in
days. Grunting, swearing, shouting, roaring, cursing......and most of all
fucking. Fucking toward that most primal of goals, orgasm.

Abruptly I felt his throbber expand a bit inside my cavity and then he was
cumming, gasping out his nut into my gripping entrails. Again he shouted
out that he loved me. Even though I had already shot a load, my clitty was
still partly hard and stiffened back up when I felt Black Daddy seeded my
boipussy. I came again, as sore as I was from cumming just a minute before,
another torrent of boysap escaping violently from my loins. I was pressed
into him tightly, our bodies sticking together from the sweat; we were at
that second as close physically as two people can possibly be, his cock as
far inside my tush as was achievable. We were both gasping for breath, the
aftershocks of our shared climax still shuddering through us both. My pink
negligee was a mess, the sheer silk absolutely SOAKED with sweat, cum, spit
and my tears. It clung to my svelte figure now; I was surprised Daddy
hadn't torn it off at some time during our lovemaking.

The fire in the fireplace had burned down quite a bit even as we had been
generating a scorching heat of our own. I lay there in the arms of my
loving Black Daddy, content to let his slowly shrinking black viper stay
snug in it's nest inside my bum. I snuggled back into Daddy's hard, hairy
frame and let him wrap his brawny arms around me. He gently kissed the back
of my neck as if to apologize for biting me there and softly whispered to
me that he truly did love me and he called me `baby' and `sweetheart',
making me feel like I really was his girl. And guess what I was. That was
Friday night and Daddy and spent the entirety of the next forty eight hours
enjoying each other carnally, almost constantly. Daddy took me many more
times, in so many positions I lost count. But those are stories for another
time. Over the weekend I must have taken fifteen more of Black Daddy's
copious loads in my mouth and my asscunt. He was insatiable and unstoppable
and I wouldn't have had it any other way........

The end.......?