A year later, my daughter wants to play…
A year after I fucked my way through Kappa Sigma’s basement so Connor could wear the letters, my youngest daughter Megan turned eighteen and decided she needed the sister house across the lawn, Delta Nu. Same campus, same circle of power, same reputation for turning out the kind of girls who married the men who ran things. The reason my son wanted in his frat was to be able to date the kind of girls in these sororities, and now my daughter wants to be one of those girls. The pledging process was every bit as brutal as the frats. Megan came home from the third night of hell week looking pale and quiet. She sat at the kitchen island in her little white blouse and plaid skirt like she was still the good Catholic girl who never missed Mass, and she told me the final challenge.
The five remaining pledges had to take a BBC raw in the sorority’s private courtyard while the entire chapter recorded it on their phones. No condoms, no mercy.The best performance got the bid and the worst went home.
Megan’s voice shook. “Mom… I’m still a virgin. I’ve never even… touched one, and it’s supposed to be in front of everyone. They’re going to film it.”
I poured her a glass of wine and watched her drink it like it might save her. Eighteen years old, long dark hair like mine, the same heavy 34D tits that had just finished filling out, a tight little waist that still looked like she belonged in a school uniform, and a smooth, untouched pussy I knew was still tight enough to make a man lose his mind. Catholic school had kept her pure. Confession every Saturday, no boyfriends, no “exploration”. Just prayer and homework and the occasional glance at Connor’s friends that she thought I didn’t notice.
“You’re not walking in there cold,” I told her. “Not when your mother already knows the men who run the other side of the lawn.”
I raised my daughter Catholic, but every mom has her faults, and Megan knew mine was black men. I picked up my phone and texted Marcus and an hour later we were in the car. Megan wore a simple blue sundress, no bra, no panties, because I told her that was how this worked. Her thighs kept pressing together the whole drive. Connor was already at the frat house distracted by one of his little girlfriends; he didn’t know we were coming until we walked into the basement. I just smiling and winked and he nodded in reply, we were both getting lucky tonight.
Marcus was there, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low, that same ten inch black cock already half hard under the fabric. Two of his brothers lounged on the couches, Darnell and Jay, the same pair who had spent a night turning me into a leaking mess the year before. The air still smelled like beer and sex and young men who never cleaned up after themselves. Megan froze when she saw them. Her eyes went wide at the size of the bulges. I put a hand on the small of her back and steered her forward.
“This is my daughter,” I said. “She’s pledging Delta Nu. Final challenge is a public BBC creampie on camera. She’s never had a cock inside her. I need you to teach her how to take one so she doesn’t freeze when the lights hit.”
Marcus’s grin was slow and filthy. “Like mother, like daughter. Get those dresses off, ladies.”
I stripped first, the way I always did for him, quick, shameless, heavy tits swinging free, soft stomach, wide hips, shaved cunt already glistening. Megan hesitated only a second, then the sundress pooled at her feet. Her body was tighter than mine, skin smoother, nipples a lighter pink, the slit between her thighs completely bare and already shiny with nerves. Connor had come downstairs by then. He stopped dead when he saw his little sister naked in the middle of the circle of Black men. His cock twitched in his jeans.
Marcus pointed at the mattress. “Mom first. Show her how it’s done.”
I dropped to my knees, freed that thick black cock, and swallowed it the way I had a dozen times since the night Connor got his bid. The head stretched my throat. Spit ran down my chin and onto my tits. Megan watched, lips parted, one hand unconsciously cupping her own breast. I pulled off with a wet pop and looked at her.
“Watch how Mommy opens for it. Then you’re next.”
Marcus bent me over, rubbed the fat head up and down my slit, and pushed in with one long thrust. The stretch still made me moan like a whore. He fucked me hard and deep right away, balls slapping my clit, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. I locked eyes with Megan the whole time.
“See how it fills me? How it makes my pussy cream just from the size? That’s what you’re going to take. And you’re going to love it.”
He pulled out after a few minutes, cock shiny with my juices, and nodded at Megan. “Your turn, virgin. On your back. Legs open. Mommy’s going to help.”
Megan lay down, trembling. Her pink little hole looked impossibly tight. I crawled between her thighs, spread her open with my fingers, and licked her for the first time, slow, thorough, tasting how sweet and untouched she still was. She gasped, hips jerking at the sensation. I sucked her clit while Marcus stroked himself above us, then I took his cock and rubbed the broad head against her entrance, coating it in her wetness and my spit.
“Breathe,” I whispered. “Push out when he pushes in. It’s going to hurt, then it’s going to feel so fucking good.”
Marcus pressed forward. The head stretched her virgin lips wide. Megan cried out, sharp and high, fingers digging into my arm. Inch by thick black inch he forced himself into her, stretching that tight Catholic cunt until his balls rested against her ass. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. I kissed them away and kept talking.
“That’s it, baby. Look how full you are. Look at Mommy’s face while a real cock ruins your virginity. You’re doing so good.”
He started moving, slow at first, then deeper and harder. The wet sound of her pussy taking him filled the basement. Connor had his cock out now, stroking while he watched his sister get broken in. Darnell and Jay moved closer. I climbed over Megan’s face and lowered my dripping cunt onto her mouth.
“Lick Mommy while he fucks you. Taste what a well-used pussy is like. You’re going to be one soon.”
She licked, clumsy and eager, tongue sliding through the mess Marcus had left in me earlier. Every time he slammed into her she moaned against my clit. I reached down and rubbed her little bud in tight circles. Her first orgasm hit hard, thighs shaking, cunt clamping around that massive black cock, a broken sob against my pussy. Marcus didn’t stop. He flipped her onto all fours, still buried inside, and started truly fucking her. Her heavy young tits swung. Her ass jiggled. I slid underneath so I could suck her clit while he pounded her from behind.
“Tell him you want it,” I ordered between licks. “Tell him to fill your virgin womb.”
“Please!” Megan’s voice cracked. “Please cum in me. I want it. I want your cum inside me!”
Marcus growled, drove in to the hilt, and unloaded. Thick, heavy ropes of Black seed flooded her. She came again from the heat of it, body convulsing, juices mixing with his load and dripping down onto my tongue. When he pulled out, a thick white river poured from her freshly stretched hole. I licked it up, then fed some of it to her on my fingers so she could taste what she’d just taken.
We weren’t done. Darnell took her next, then Jay, then Marcus again. They rotated her between them in every position in the book, missionary, doggy, reverse cowgirl with me underneath licking both of them. Connor finally stepped in and fed her his cock while Marcus fucked her ass for the first time. She took it all, crying and moaning and begging for more, the good Catholic girl gone, replaced by a dripping, cum drunk slut who couldn’t stop staring at the size of the cocks rearranging her guts. By the end she was on her knees in the center of the circle, face glazed, tits covered, both holes leaking Black and white cum while the men recorded everything on their phones “for practice.”
Marcus wiped a smear of seed from her chin and pushed it into her mouth. “You’re ready. Tomorrow night you go hard. Make them watch you take it like your mother taught you.”
The next night the courtyard was packed. String lights, phones already out, the five pledges in matching white robes. Megan’s hands were steady when she dropped hers. The chosen BBC for the challenge was one of Marcus’s cousins, tall, dark, twelve thick inches that made a few of the other girls go pale. Megan didn’t think twice about his size, she dropped to her knees, swallowed as much as she could, then bent over the stone bench in the center and looked straight into the cameras.
“Fuck me raw,” she said, clear and loud. “Fill me up so everyone can see.”
He did. Harder, deeper than last night. The wet slap of skin echoed off the brick walls. Megan moaned like a professional, pushed back onto every thrust, reached back and spread her ass so the cameras could see that thick Black cock disappearing into her freshly trained cunt. When he flipped her onto her back and folded her in half she locked eyes with the chapter president—a sharp-eyed senior named Lucy who happened to be dating Connor, and came hard, squirting around the cock stretching her open. He flooded her womb raw with the thickest baby batter a girl could ask for. She stayed spread, letting the thick creampie leak out onto the stone while the phones kept rolling.
Lucy called the vote, unanimous, Megan was in and the other four girls didn’t even get naked. There was simply no topping a performance like that, not without an ambulance ready.
The problem started the next week.
Lucy pulled Megan into the chapter room after the first formal. Connor’s girlfriend was all long legs and cold smile, the kind of girl who knew exactly how much power she held.
“Your brother talks about your mom a lot,” Lucy said. “How she helped him get in. How she still comes by the house when they need entertainment. You’re expected to live up to that name, Megan. The sisters who coast don’t last. The ones who put on a show… they run things.”
Megan came home that night flushed and wet and told me everything. Lucy had already scheduled a “sisterhood bonding” night at the frat house. Invite to frat and sorority sisters only, no recording. Megan was expected to perform… again… and again, with Marcus and whoever else Lucy decided needed a demonstration. Lucy wanted me there too, mother and daughter side by side. So both houses could see the bloodline was solid.
I smiled, poured two glasses of wine, and texted Marcus that we’d be there Saturday.
Megan was no longer the nervous virgin who had walked into that basement a week earlier. She was my daughter, and we were going to make damn sure the entire campus knew what the women in this family could take, and what our men can give.
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