Watching Chrissie

I unwittingly discover my daughter engaged in an illicit liaison.

There are days that don’t go anything like how you thought they would. Take for instance what happened to me a few years back. What I thought was going to be a relaxing day back home, turned into one of the most intense episodes of my life. Just thinking about it now make my heart pound and my dick stiffen. Let me explain.

It was late summer, just a couple of weeks before the kids would be heading back to school. I was at the office of the electrical contracting company where I’m co-owner. That afternoon, I was supposed to going around town to supervise some of the jobs we were working on. Then I got word that city inspectors found problems at two of the sites I was going to, which would pause work for at least a week. My partner Eddie called with the bad news.

“Listen Jeff”, he said, “It’ll be ok, just a few days delay. Meanwhile, don’t worry about the 3rd street job. I’ll be down that way this afternoon, and I’ll take a look at things.”

So, suddenly, I found myself with the rest of the day free. A pretty rare occurrence for me, so I decided to knock off a few hours early. I figured I could head home for lunch, help my wife Amy with some stuff around the house, and if the kids were distracted, perhaps a little “afternoon delight” as well. I hopped in my car and sped home.

As I got off the freeway and rounded the corner to our neighborhood, I caught something out of the corner of my eye. I saw my 14 year-old daughter Chrissie’s bike in front of her best friend Shauna’s house. It was laying on it’s side, as if she had jumped off without putting the kickstand down. There was a quick flash of light brown hair as my little girl hurried through the front door. She obviously didn’t see me, as her back was to the road.

Now, this would normally not be unusual. Chrissie and Shauna were inseparable. They were always at each other’s house, or ridding around on their bikes. They made a bit of an odd couple, since Shauna was so much taller, with dark black skin with short cropped hair. Chrissie, on the other hand, was short, even for her age, with long brown hair and her mother’s porcelain complexion. But they were both bubbly, energetic girls who seemed to be constantly in motion.

Today, however, this was unexpected. I knew that Shauna, her brother and their mother were out of town, visiting relatives. Nobody would be home except for the father, Ralph, who worked from his home office. What was my daughter doing there? I figured she must have left something at her friend’s house and was there to retrieve it. I pulled my car over to the side of the road and waited. Minutes passed and Chrissie failed to emerge.

Deep inside me, a strange feeling began to stir. Barely perceptible to my conscious mind. A sensation of dread and excitement somehow combined. I got out of the car and made my way to to the front door. It had been left slightly ajar. Quietly, I slipped inside.

I don’t know why I didn’t call out Chrissie’s name. Something told me to stay quiet. I looked around, but the house seemed empty at first. Then I heard something. Voices? It was coming from down the hallway to where the master bedroom was. I turned and slowly walked towards the noise. On the ground, I saw my daughter’s shoes and socks discarded haphazardly. Then, crumpled in the corner, I saw something else. I didn’t recognize it at first, but then a chill ran up my spine and my heart leapt to my throat. It was her panties.

I heard more voices from the other side of the closed bedroom door, and what sounded like giggling. I wanted to open that door, to see what I knew must be going on in there, but couldn’t believe was true. Then I remembered something.

Off to the right was a small office/guest bedroom adjacent to the master bedroom. A few weeks earlier, I had helped Ralph Harris install some shelving and lighting in the closet of that room. Somehow, during the work, Ralph had managed to knock a small hole in the wall between the two rooms. I remembered chiding my friend that, despite being such a big, muscular guy, he was kind-of a klutz. Ralph laughed and replied that was why he became a CPA instead of a pro-athlete.

I wondered if Ralph had ever gotten around to patching that hole. I knew his wife was always complaining how he left various repair projects half done. If I was lucky, that wall would be unpatched. I dashed over to the smaller room and carefully slid open the closet. There it was, about a foot off the ground, two inches wide. I got down on the floor, put my eye up to the opening, and held my breath.

I bit my lip to keep from reacting to what I saw. There, on the bed, sat my 14 year-old daughter and the 42 year-old father of her best friend. Both were topless, their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss. Ralph’s muscular arms enveloped the petite teen, his large left hand cupping her bare ass. His other hand kneaded one of her firm, peach sized breasts. He bent his head down and began suckling on the other breast. Chrissie moaned softly. Then I saw the older man insert a finger into her swelling cunt. She gave a quick yelp, her breathing quickened as he began moving it in and out of her tight teen snatch.

Chrissie’s small frame seemed like it was being enveloped by the tall, muscular black man. Her tiny hand reached out and began caressing his crotch. She squeezed the growing tent in his pants as Ralph grunted approvingly. She began fumbling with his fly.

Part of me thought, “I should stop this”, but the tingling in my groin and my own growing erection overruled the rational part of my brain. I wondered how this had happened. Was this rendezvous planned? My mind raced. Had they done this before?

Ralph had become inpatient with Chrissie’s fumbling. “Here girl,” he said, “let me help you with that.” He reached down and unzipped his pants. My teen daughter yanked them down and then his underwear. Out flopped his cock.

Now, it’s really not true what they say about black men. In reality, race has nothing to do with penis size. What does correlate with the size of the member is the size of the man it’s attached to, and as I said, Ralph Harris was a very big man. His dick definitely reflected that. Long, thick and veiny, it stood proudly from his crotch. Chrissie gasped, then smiled appreciatively. Her tiny hand grasped the monster, just barely able to circle it’s girth. She began rubbing it up and down, Ralph moaning I pleasure as his dick, impossibly, grew even more.

From my position on the closet floor, I found myself having to shift as my own boner grew. Almost unconsciously, I started rubbing it slowly through the fabric of my pants. I continued to be fixated on the scene before me.

Chrissie’s tongue protruded and wet her lips. She slid down off the bed, kneeling before the large black man. Tentatively, she licked the tip. “Mmmmm,” she reacted. She bent down further and kissed the head, then began licking up and down the length of the shaft.

“You like how that cock taste?”, asked Ralph. The 14 year-old nodded affirmatively. She then moved back up the to the top of his dick, opened her mouth and took in the first couple inches of Ralph’s member. Her head started bobbing up and down, gradually taking in more and more. Her cheeks started bulging as saliva coated the older man’s shaft. He placed one hand on the back of her head and began guiding her motion. Gently at first, up and down, a little more disappearing into he throat each time. About half-way down, Chrissie started to gag. She tried to pull off, but Ralph held her head in place with his strong hand. “Easy little girl,” he spoke softly, “Just relax, breath through your nose.” With that, my daughter seemed to relax, the gagging sounds stopped, and he continued sucking on Ralph’s cock.

I found myself worrying what would happen if Ralph came so deep in Chrissie’s throat. Could she handle what would undoubtedly be a huge load? To my relief, somehow he managed to restrain himself. He pulled the young teen off his engorged cock and laid her down on the bed. He began kissing his way up he thigh, towards her bald pussy, which I could clearly see was slick with her juices.

While Chrissie had been tentative with her oral ministrations, Ralph was bold and confident. He licked up her tight slit, then his tongue flicked at her clit. Chrissie jumped a bit and gasped when he did that. Her breathing quickened, and as the muscular black man nibbled at her nub, she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut, her face contorted in ecstasy. “Oh, yes, Mr. Harris. Yes, yes … fuck yes!” Her breathing became erratic panting.

Suddenly, Chrissie’s legs started to shake and kick. “Uhhhhh,” she began to cry, “Uhhhh, god, yes, fuck, fuck … FUCK! Yes! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck … Oh god, Mr. Harris!” Her back arched, she gripped the sheets. Her whole body seemed to convulse, her mouth hung open as if attempting to scream, but she couldn’t make a sound. My daughter collapsed back onto the bed, gasping of breath.

“Oh, oh god, oh fuck Mr. Harris, that was … that was,” Chrissie started to babble after a minute, “So good … so good!” She looked at Ralph, her eyes glazed over, sweat dripping down her face. Her breasts heaved.

Ralph laid back. With one hand, he held his cock, with the other he pulled Chrissie on top of him. His dick slapped against her flat stomach. She rubbed it slowly, lovingly. “You ready for this?” He asked. The petite, white girl nodded excitedly.

In my hiding place, I felt rooted to the ground. I couldn’t move. I dared not make a sound, holding my breath in anticipation of what I knew was coming.

Chrissie stood and straddled Ralph, placing her wet, swollen pussy directly over his enormous member. She squatted down. The head of his prick pushed through and spread the outer lips. My daughter continued to move downward steadily, taking more and more black cock into her tight slit. With one hand she began fingering her own clit, while the other reached out to steady herself by grabbing the man’s outstretched arm.

Somehow, unbelievably, Chrissie managed to lower herself all the way down. Sitting on top of his apple sized balls, she bit her lip and scrunched up her face, the sensations seeming to overwhelm her. A low moan came from the man under her. She began moving back up, Ralph’s thick, throbbing shaft reemerging from her tiny cunt. On reaching the head again, he began sliding back down, faster this time.

After a few minutes, Chrissie was bouncing up and down the length of Ralph Harris’s cock. As she bottomed out each time, she made a high pitched squeaking, grunting noise. “Uhh … uhh … uhh … yes … yes … fuck … fuck … uhh … fuck,” she exclaimed, “Fuck me Mr. Harris! Fuckme, fuckme, fuckme!”

(I would have thought they’d be on a first name basis by this point, but I guess Ralph liked being called Mr. Harris. Must have made him feel dominant.)

“You like that? You like that big black cock?” asked Ralph.

“Yeah, yeah, I like that big black cock. I love your big back cock!”

Chrissie was leaning forward, her hands on his broad, muscular chest. Suddenly, Ralph hooked his arms under her legs and cupped her ass with his enormous hands. He stood up, his cock still buried deep in my teenaged daughter’s cunt. Her hand’s gripped his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his back, ankles locked together.

With his bulging arms, Ralph slid the girl’s pussy back and forth on his shaft. I could hear his balls smacking against her ass. She was like a rag-doll, under his control. Her eyes squeezed shut, her jaw fell open. She began to shake, her second orgasm of the day.

“Tell me you’re a black cock slut!” demanded Ralph.

“I’m a black cock slut! I love black cock! Fuck! Fuck me Mr. Harris! Fuck me with that big black cock!”

“You love that nigger cock?”

Chrissie hesitated. Fucking her best friend’s middle aged dad was one thing, but using the n-word might have been a step to far. “I love that ni … the nig…”

“Say it slut!” he growled.

“I love that … nigger dick!” she screamed, her reluctance broken. “Nigger dick, nigger cock. Fuck me with that big nigger cock!”

Ralph spun around and put Chrissie on the bed, on her back. He grabbed her legs and climbed between them. With her feet pressed up against his chest, the large black man rubbed his cock up and down her sopping slit. He thrust forward, slamming the entire length into her pussy with all his strength. “Ahhhhhhhh, fuck yes!” exclaimed the teen.

“You gonna mess with any little white boys now?” mocked Ralph

“Ug … no … stupid white boys … I want nigger cock. I’m a nigger cock slut!”

Ralph smiled, “That’s right. You never gonna let no white boy touch you. You only fuck black guys from now on.”

“Yes … yes sir, Mr. Harris. I’m a black cock only girl. A ni … nigger slut.”

(She was true to her word, as my bi-racial grandchildren can prove.)

The bed springs creaked as Ralph pounded Chrissie relentlessly. His speed building. He cried out, “Ugg, gonna cum now slut. Get ready!”

The two lovers held each other tight, they kissed. I could see Ralph’s balls contract as he came in my little girl’s tight teen pussy. Chrissie’s gripped his back as she screamed in pleasure.

My heart pounded. I was more turned on than I had been in years. Somehow, I had manged not to cum myself watching this illicit coupling.

As the two of them separated and collapsed on the bed, I managed to collect my wits. Pushing up from the floor, I moved swiftly, but quietly out of the office, down the hall and out the door. As I returned to my car, I was flooded with conflicting emotions. Angry, aroused, confused. (I’d have been more worried if I didn’t already know about Ralph’s vasectomy).

When I got home, I found my wife in the garden, on her knees, her shapely ass in the air. Without a word, I tore off her pants, and ravaged her from behind. After, as we lay there, my cum leaking from her pussy, she turned to me. “My goodness Jeff, what’s gotten into you. You haven’t laid it to me like that in years!”

“What’s the matter, a man can’t fuck his wife?” I laughed.

A couple hours latter, when Chrissie returned home, I was kind-of amazed to see her walking normally. She did seem a bit distracted though.

“Have a nice ride?” I asked.

“Yeahhhh,” she replied dreamily, then catching herself, “Uh, I mean, yes, yeah, it was OK.”

That night as I passed by her room, I paused and pressed my ear to the door. I could hear her muttering, probably as she fingered herself, “Uh, uh, oh yes Mr. Harris. Fuck me, fuck me harder.”

I knew then, she would be fucking Ralph Harris again. I also knew that, somehow, I was going to watch.

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