My Daughter and Her Husband Part 1

Years after the events in the hotel left me pregnant from my black lover, my new daughter takes over the story with her own horny adventures.

Several years ago, my mother stayed in a hotel with some of her friends. These friends from what I’ve heard were very promiscuous women and it stood to reason that my mom would become like them given enough time when there’s no one else around to stop their influence. That’s what happened when those many years ago she cheated on my dad, not my real dad but the man who loved and raised me, with someone in the hotel. She told my dad that she wouldn’t sleep around once they married but she did anyway, she said she would only get pregnant with him, but she failed then too. If my mom was a faithful woman, I wouldn’t exist. That’s quite the conundrum for a teenage girl like me who wants to love my parents but when I know that I wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t cheated it makes me feel conflicted. What gives me hope is my father loves me like one of his own regardless and after several years of marriage counseling, he found a way to forgive my mom. She hasn’t cheated since and broke off ties with those two friends as a condition of my fathers forgiveness. My siblings loved me though, and I loved all of them. My three big sisters and older brother all helped me in school and played together growing up. They were all 10 or so years older than me so I’ve been an only-child in the house for awhile but they come over and visit me all the time.

My oldest sister, Clarissa 27, was always jealous of my looks. I still looked a lot like the rest of my family even if my real dad was black, but unlike them I had soft, creamy brown skin. Sort of like putting cream in coffee, a nice mix of black and white that provides a nice contrast to my white features. My sisters however had a pale white complexion. I got my mother’s long chocolate brown flowing hair which my sisters all had and it suited my developed body nicely. Whoever my real dad was, and I had never met him, he certainly gave me his best genes. I was just 17 years old and I had a hourglass body with a pair of double C-cup breasts. My ass is all from my dad though, my mom and sister’s had shapely asses but not like mine. That’s what made Clarissa so jealous is all her boyfriends would say how great my ass is when she brought them home. I loved exercising with my dad growing up and I attribute my amazing body to that, he always complimented me for it, but in a loving fatherly way. Even though I was the product of cheating, I myself hated the idea. In my highschool it seems every girl I know is sleeping around and the boys don’t care cause they are too. I spend the day in school disgusted at how casually everyone around me gives it up for basically nothing and no one says anything or tries to stop it. My best friend has had sex with four boys while dating a fifth, but he doesn’t care cause he’s on the football team so he gets pussy from everyone.

Personally after my first and only boyfriend in highschool cheated on me, I was turned off to boys my age in general. I didn’t have a racial preference, when I was little I fit in more with the black kids cause of my skin, but now the black boys leer at me and only try to fuck me and it turns me off. The white kids that I never really fit in with as a kid have come to accept me but the boys do the same thing, just in a more subtle way. The truth is, at 17, I’m still a virgin and have no desire to lose it to one of these boys at all. My teachers, my parents, my friends all ask what I want to do with my life. Everyone says I need to go to college and get a job and fuck around all throughout. My friends are all getting ready to head off to various colleges, some are wanting to join sororities, and they all say they can’t wait to try “college dick”. But for me, the idea of fucking my way through college, then getting a job I know I won’t like, just to fuck around with strange men until I decide to pick one doesn’t appeal to me like it does my friends. I would rather have the chance to stay at home and fuck one man that I love, and only have to do the work around the house. All my friends dog on being a housewife, saying it’s so quaint and boring, but it’s my dream to be one, and a mother. That’s why I’ve been avoiding the boys in school. They don’t have the desire, or the money, or the resources to provide for a life like that.

My boyfriend however does. The reason he does is he’s much older than me. I met him at a summer camp my parents sent me to last year. They wanted to “rekindle” their love life so they sent me away so they could fuck for a few months. I thought I’d hate it until I met my boyfriend Anthony. I was 16 at the time but he was 24. He had finished some time in the military and was in college at the time, but he volunteered at the summer camp I was staying. There’s just something about older men, especially him, that just makes my little pussy so wet. Technically he’s not even an “older man” just a few years older than me, but if I told my friends I was dating someone 8 years older than me everyone would freak out. He is a tall, skinny man with peachy white skin and golden blonde hair, with green eyes. He has some muscles on him but not the typical “gym-bro” shredded look, more so the subtle unnoticed type that provides real strength not just flashy looks. What I love most about him is how blunt he is. He told me in our first conversation he is looking for a wife, and ever since I’ve been trying to make him pick me. I had an instant crush on him from the moment I saw him and would love to feel his babies growing inside me.

We’ve been dating in secret for a little more than a year now, I’m almost 18 and when my birthday finally arrives he’ll propose to me. The only one in my family I’ve told about all this is my dad, and that’s because he loves and supports me like no one else. At first I was terrified of telling him my boyfriend was 24 when I was only 16, but to my surprise he accepted it and is ready for me to get married as soon as I turn 18. Who knows what my mom will say but part of me doesn’t care after what she did to the sweetest man I’ve ever known. My boyfriend is Catholic and he’s slowly brought me over to his religion, so we’ve never had sex, either with each other or anyone else, but I know when that time comes I’ll be so happy. Far happier than my little girlfriends in school whoring themselves out. I can’t wait to marry him because I know we have a house ready to move into already and fill with lots and lots of babies. You see, my boyfriend comes from a wealthier family and his dad made a deal with him that once he gets married, he’ll gift us one of his houses in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan near Duluth. I was so excited, and so lucky to have him. I couldn’t imagine what my mom was thinking having a husband and still fucking another man. Oh well.

8 months later…

It was my wedding day. I had a gorgeous white dress that my sisters helped me pick out. It contrasted so beautifully with my creamy brown skin. The ceremony went off just as I had always dreamed and the emotions made me so happy I couldn’t stop from crying. Everything about this day was perfect, my whole family was so happy for me, and I even managed to set my brother up with one of my new husband’s cousin. We had a early morning ceremony and a banquet shortly after, but after a few hours, there was only one thing on my mind. I needed my husband’s cock. I had been waiting almost two full years now for it, I was the only girl in amongst my friends and sisters who was still a virgin, and my husband was the same with his friends. We planned our honeymoon for a ski resort in Montana nearby Glacier National Park. I had always loved winter the most, it was my favorite season. I loved the snow, and cuddling up next to a fire wrapped in a thick fur blanket. Now I could do those things with my husband all totally naked. All because we had an uncommon winter wedding, we could go to the snow covered mountains and be alone together. On our plane ride, I was pining for his meat. I was going feral, foaming at the mouth. I needed it in me. But I couldn’t in the plane, not here, not yet. We drove our rental car up the mountain to the hotel, we were alone here. I almost broke down and sucked him off as we drove, but I held back. I didn’t want to distract him on these switchbacks before I get a chance at his dick.

Finally we made it to our room, he carried me through the door into a wonderful honeymoon suite with a big comfy bed, a fireplace and just like I imagined, a thick bear skin blanket covered in fur. We settled in at by now it was almost 11pm. Anthony looked at me and asked if I wanted to “do something” tonight or wait till tomorrow morning when we’re rested. I looked him straight in the eyes, and with a cold voice replied, “I’m not waiting anymore.” I meant every word. I had seen him mostly naked before, I had seen his bulge underneath his underwear even, but never completely naked. I wanted him so much and the longer I waited the more feral I became. The best part is I finished my last period a week before today so there was nothing that was going to stop the absolute pornographic whoring that I was about to give this man. He was raised Catholic his whole life so he was still sweat and innocent, slowly taking off his clothes, worrying about what I would think of his body, feeling embarrassed. I had only converted recently and didn’t care as much when I stripped down.

We stood in front of each other, me in nothing but a silk night gown, and him in loose fitting boxers. I pushed the straps on my gown off my shoulders and let the thin silk fall from my body, around my ankles. He looked down at me seeing my body naked for the first time, my soft brown boobs, my tight untouched pussy, my almost Brazilian ass. He cheeks blushed and his breath let out, and his cock sprang up immediately. I bent at the waist slightly and pulled his boxers down, dropping them to the floor. I was greeted by a thick veiny, 7 inch cock. It was a pale as the rest of him and standing straight towards me. I had never seen a cock in real life before, and I knew it would hurt me at first, but I wasn’t afraid. I wrapped my hands around his neck and kissed him, pressing my tits tight against his chest. He returned the hug and felt me up and down settling his hands on my ass. We kissed and kissed until I jumped up around his waist as he put a firm grip on my ass. With my legs around him, and my tits around his chin, he carried me over to the bed. He dropped me on my back right on the edge and went over to his bag. I held my legs apart wondering what he was getting, waiting for him to return.

He came back with a bottle of lube saying, “My mother gave me this, she says the first time for a woman can be painful and that we should use this to ease the pain. I love you and don’t want to hurt you, so we’ll be liberal with the use of it tonight.”

Hearing that made my already moist pussy wet like a river. I was waiting, anticipating this moment for so long, he poured the bottle on himself and on me rubbing it over, making his cock glisten in the soft light of the room. My pussy was glistening too, and was wetter than I had ever felt it. Finally he stood between my legs, his hips against my thighs, his cock resting over top my pussy. He looked me in the eye one last time as his hands held my hips before slowly pushing inside me. My mouth went agape as I felt his tip slide in. Inch after inch, I felt my hymen tear like a piece of paper inside me. I admit it hurt, but nothing like the pain of a period, and the pain went away much faster. He bottomed out inside me, the first slow plunge inside me taking both our virginities. He backed out just as slow and I felt the blood flow out around his shaft. I reached up and grabbed his head, looking into his eyes. I told him it didn’t hurt and I wanted him to use me how he wanted, I was his wife and my body belonged fully to him. He pressed back in slightly faster and slightly faster the next time. After the first couple thrusts, he bent over and was pressing my legs back towards my head as he kissed me once again. We were locked in a tight missionary position, our bodies couldn’t be closer than they were right now. His worries left him as base instinct took over and he bean fucking me like I had always dreamed.

Deep, powerful thrust after deep, powerful thrust. I felt my pussy shaping around his cock, the only cock that would ever enter me, ensuring it had a tight grip every time. My pussy was like a perfectly crafted holster for his cock, and I could hear by his grunting and panting and heavy breathing how much he enjoyed the feel of it. Neither of us said a word the entire time, it was too primal, to erotic. We fucked like cavemen by the fire. My tits bouncing up and down as he railed me in the most erotic fashion. I would never know why such a handsome white man like him went after a mixed-race girl like me, but I was going to work to keep him around. My little legs pulled back in a V shape as he pressed my thighs in with every thrust. My ass quivering like an earthquake all throughout. His grabbed right hand grabbed the top of my head as he buried his face in the sheets to my left. I was staring at the ceiling as his body weight slammed into my teenage body over and over and over again. My friends and sisters have told me about orgasms but I never felt one. I was feeling them now. One after the next, back to back. I could barely handle it as his stamina just kept crashing my body with orgasms like waves at the beach.

My mouth was wide open, with no breath left to moan as he had fucked it out of me long ago. Somehow he was managing to not blow his load as early as I thought. But I enjoyed every second of him trying. Soon though he announced he was cumming, even for a religious boy like him, he knew what cumming meant. Not only did I not try and get him to pull out, I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively and pulled him in as tight as he could fit inside me as blast after blast of hot sticky cum shot against my cervix. “Oh my God, Baby! Yes!” I let out breathlessly as he finished deep inside. He just held his hand on my hair with his head still buried in the sheets next to mine as his body collapsed on top of me. I felt smothered under the massive weight of him, his cock still inside leaking cum into me. I wasn’t sure if I was ovulating but I guess I’d find out soon enough. 18 years old and fucked like that? I would be a happy mother of 12 if I got sex like that regularly. I hear from my friends that once you get married the woman has no desire for sex anymore, well not me, not if it’s like that. I’ll fuck anytime anyplace regardless of who or what might see us if he can dick me down like that. It was probably two full minutes after he finished that my pussy stopped quivering from the final orgasm he delivered. No wonder everyone I went to school with was such a whore, I didn’t think it would feel this good.

We slept our first night together naked as we lay, the cum still oozing from my hole. I had never slept so good in my life. I felt the bed move in the early morning and it was Anthony getting up. I looked over and watched him walk over to the door and step outside onto our patio. The clock by our bed said 5:15 and the sky was a dark blue. The sun was a ways off from cresting but the sky was turning that dark blue already. He was standing outside in the cold snowy morning weather still naked just looking around outside. Feeling more rested after the few hours of sleep I just had than I ever have before I decided to get up and follow him outside. Our suite came with a nice patio that although on the top floor overlooking the other balconies, still bordered the mountainside to our left. I noticed we had our own hot tub and told Anthony we should start it up. We sat together skinny dipping in our hot tub together as the snow covered ground surrounded us. As we sat in the water together I thought about how my mother 18 years ago was fucking another man in a hotel and got pregnant with me. Even after all the birth control pills I still managed to come into the world and now here I was fucking my husband for the first time in a hotel. How fitting would it be to bring a baby back with us when we return home.

We had several days here, we planned lots of activities and hiking, but saved lots of time for sex. In fact, I felt the urge take hold of me once more right here. I moved over and straddled him, this time I would be on top, and inserted his cock in my pussy. We were fucking underwater, and we were outside too so anyone out this early would hear us fucking right above them. I moaned as I sensually rode his hard cock. Grinding hard and deep I felt it in every part of my pussy. The mold he made inside me last night had held up, my pussy was his and his cock was mine. He sucked on my tender nipples as I grinded against his waist, my tits sitting perfectly against his face. He held tight on my ass guiding me in the rhythm we needed. I grabbed the back of his head and buried his face in my titties. He was smothered in my tits while his cock was being gripped by my tight pussy, all while we sat in hot bubbling water in the cold winter morning air. I told him that he probably shouldn’t cum in me while we’re in the water, so as he was on the verge of shooting another load up my hole, he grabbed my thighs and picked me up like before. This time carrying me out of the pool and standing just in front of the railing of our patio overlooking the hotel. My whole body was in the air and my backside was exposed to anyone in the courtyard that might be looking up at us, but my husband didn’t seem to care about witnesses. He slammed me down hard on his cock as I was totally at his mercy in the air, before once again shooting a massive stream of cum straight into my womb.

I couldn’t see anyone outside, and it was early enough no one should be out, but I was definitely making some noise as he came in me outside. He walked me back inside as the cum dripped down around his cock, out of my pussy, and onto the wood floor. He dropped me back in bed and told me to get some more sleep, he was going to shower and go back to sleep so after. I fell back asleep, two huge loads inside me, hoping that just one of the millions of sperm swimming inside me would give me my first baby. If not, we had the rest of the week to keep trying…

Important note, the image is not of my daughter or anyone I know, it’s just to help you visualize my description of my daughter for this story. I hope you enjoy it like you’ve enjoyed my others, and if you have any ideas for the next to parts I’m open to suggestions. Love Courtney, 🙂

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