I've been a slut for almost of my life. I had my anal cherry tree popped when I was quite Loretta Young after at least a year of doing other things with a friend. By then I was an fulfil cock-sucker and was ready for it. Within 2 long time I'd had my first blackened turncock and was hooked ; that was the year that I also experienced my first footling gang boot with some friends. My female parent confided in me, later in life that, had I been a young woman ( knowing how much of a trollop I was ), I would have probably been scandilously fraught before most had their commencement kiss.

When this happened I was 18 and the strumpet switch was stuck ‘ on ’. Although I would direct any cock, in either trap, I was becoming addicted to black cock and, braggart ones - dom black 1. I loved everything about them ; the way they smelled, the way they treated me, the larger turncock and, mostly, the way they fucked. Having a black guy address me like a little white bitch, have it away me raw then fill me with his seminal fluid was an habituation. It still is.

This is about my first VERY big black cock ; not so practically the length of him but the girth of that putz. There are a lot of inside information that I can't remember and, while it was going on, I was consumed with a mix of pain, pleasance and sheer superbia. I can't even commend how many times he did me over those few day ; I do think that I was left with my White person bitch ‘ cunt'gaping and raw every time.

I had both workforce around his cock ( my digit didn't quite touch due to the girth - except for my thumb and index ) and there were still a few inch left over and, that was enough to have me a tangible mouthful ! I'd talked him into this and now, I was trembling like a Virgo the Virgin Bride on her wedding party Nox ! He wasn't even completely hard yet. I opened my sass as far as I could and went down on him ; I'd licked and kissed it enough. The timorous flavor was there but also a pauperization ; I ‘ wanted'to take that cock, as a lot as I could handle and, I wanted to fill him even if it meant that I'd be walking funny for a few twenty-four hours after.

I'd graduated from naval forces Boot inner circle a few calendar month before and was stationed in San Diego ; the friend who had been giving it to me had been transferred to a serving school so I was in want of sex. I'd been to one of the bars that served u******e servicemen on a 3 day liberty ; I was there to get picked-up and fucked…this black older sailor was there to pick-up somebody to fuck. Yes, he'd warned me that he had a very big pecker and had wrecked a few nasty Brigham Young hindquarters with it…I was given the chance to get out of it and didn't take it.

From there we went to the YMCA and he made sure as shooting we got a room together. The rooms were all doubles, 2 beds, we were in the same room. When the door to the elbow room closed behind me is when the shaking started and I had a few second thoughts ; it was too late.

Now alone he became very well-disposed ; we sat on the one bed and talked for a little while as he appraised his ‘ match ’. I quickly realized that he liked what he saw then, realized it even more as he started to explore my body slowly, tenderly, the way a guy would start a petting session with a girl. It was a typical origin that I was use to and had been there a hundred sentence. In a very friendly way he started to undress me, feeling as he went along ; I got a small erection from his touch after my pants and shorts were taken down.

I was both electrified by his speck and scared shitless.

It was him who took my hired hand and put it in his genitals. The bump that I pressed seemed huge ! I had a lump in my pharynx that I couldn't swallow, my mouth was dry as hell and I was panting. That was both fear and expectation. Once I had his rooster out the real trembling started ; I was gently stroking what was the biggest homo cock I'd ever touched ! He was simply FUCKING Brobdingnagian !

The baring and petting continued until I was nude ; along the way he did a petty lighter kissing, explained that he would take his sentence and try to be as easy as he could be.

"You know I'm gon na'stretching that piffling cunt of yours out a lot…I'll take it slow and easy ‘ til you can assume it and…I want to see how practically of me you can take. I want you to nurse on me a little first and don't worry…we got a lot of lubricating substance for that piddling hole of yours."

We both knew that my end would be more than painfulness than delight. What I would have, in the ( sore gaping ) end, was a signified of pride. The one thing I did have in my favour was, we spoke the same oral communication, not like my first time insight with our Shetland Islands crib ! I could ask him to stop, slow down or anything else…he'd understand.

I sucked for a while which got him a little harder and, of course, vainglorious then we spent some meter rolling around on the bed getting to experience each early a little better. He spent a lot of metre getting to know my lilliputian ‘ bitch'; first some hard pumping with one finger then a back one. I concerned myself with playing with the object that would provide a petty pleasure and a lot of pain sensation in the near futurity. He did ask me how I wanted to take it to set out ; I figured that the missionary stead would be good enough. That way I could be free to turn over back and pull my impudence apart and I was pretty indisputable I'd be doing that ! There was more finger-fucking but now with a lot of lube ; I had the pleasure of lubing that big hunk of rooster up. There was no intellection of a condom ; if I was going to take him I wanted his semen, all of it.

Now I was panting ; excited, scared and wanting all at the Sami time !

I got into stance for him to jump on me, pulling my peg up and bending my knees, rolled my hips then, grabbed my brass and pulled them apart as far as I could. After he teased me with the head for a while he finally shoved it against my waiting rectum and pushed a piffling ; I held my impertinence apart and strained like I was trying to have a BM as he pushed. As the headland slipped in there was some botheration ; I started working my sphincter muscle, clinching and relaxing it hard. Past the question he was thicker and that's when the pain started ; as I was forced apart it felt like I was being ripped out-of-doors ! When I cried out he stopped and smiled down at me, allowed me to work my slight ring of muscularity more then pushed again saying, ‘ You got half of it.'

I could feel that he was re-arranging everything inside of me !

The cramps started succeeding and the first of all unity were pretty bad ! I just tried to slack as much as possible. My head was pounding, my ‘ twat'was on fervour and I was having hassle getting my breathing place. He kept giving me cock until I had to beg him to halt. The pain had me tearing-up. He did stop, still grinning at me but said, ‘ You're doing curse near for a little bitch ; others been screaming their pass off by now.'

I'd been squealing and gasping like hell - stifling things because I didn't want everyone in the Y to know I was losing my cherry tree hard for the third time - I'd been doing it through clenched teeth.

Very slowly the cramp went away, I relaxed a little more and was given Sir Thomas More cock. It felt like I had a hot telephony terminal shoved up my ass but…in a way it also felt good. He hit backside at about 10 in ; not hard but, hard enough to get a good trashy squeal of infliction from me ! I put one helping hand over my mouthpiece and clamped it hard ; he pushed my wooden leg up a little more and told me that there were still a few column inch of hammer left. The cramp iron came back again before he started to pull back - that felt like my guts were being sucked out ! They eased as he did until only the oral sex was inside. He waited until I sucked a few inscrutable strong breaths then started in again. I let out one long hard squeal as he filled me, took the muscle spasm and him hitting bottom mysterious inside me again ( with a stifle cry of pain now ).

He was ‘ milking'me too. After a few arcminute of yearn becalm fucking my little wilted cock was lying in a small puddle of cum. I had never been ‘ long dicked'like this though ; every stroke was agonizingly slow and deliberate. I could feel almost every vein and bump on that beautiful massive shaft as he slowly slipped out then eased back in. I felt him rubbing the inside of my Colon as he kept at it and, when he gently hit prat, he gave one final little push before pulling back. The infliction in my rectum came and went but I knew that I was about stretched to the limit ; it felt like it was turned inside out and raw.

I was a firm stream of trousering, moaning, gasping and squealing as it went on. He knew that part of me was enjoying it and the other part wanted to stop and get away. I knew he was enjoying it because of the smile and hard oink - his throaty groan and the way he slapped the hell out of my ass once in a while.

I really wanted to stay.

My bitch as well as the blot at the end of my colon was getting pretty sore. One was uncomfortable, the other was raging and I was still being slowly milked of my cum. Our bodies were making contact on about every long sluggish penetration ; not firmly contact but enough for me to know that I was taking almost all of him - shit, that was something like 13 inches ! That, along with all of the randomness I was making should deliver been making him happy as hell…I think it was. He then decided it was time to modify positions.

When he pulled out and pluck me onto my side it suddenly felt like I was vacate ; I could also feel the sensation of my gaping ‘ cunt ’, god was I ever gaping. I clinched my cheeks and it felt like I was making things worse, tingling, burning and cracking all at the Lapp sentence. He moved in behind me and gently penetrated me again, easing about one-half of his cock in before he stopped. Now, in this locating, I could find the head poking around inside. The hurting was down to a steady suntan and he was rubbing my prostate…hell, everything that wasn't his cock was pushed against it and moved when his rooster did. I gasped and moaned/squealed like a respectable little bitch while he slowly fucked away. There was no haste ; he was loving this and we had all night.

I had been ‘ milked'while on my back ; now, with him rubbing my ‘ G'spot the other feeling started to progress. At first just a little ‘ tingle'then it became overwhelming at the speed of light. The feeling that you're going to take in an orgasm - during anal sex - begins with the feeling that you have to pee. I tried to relax and just let it build, let nature take its course and, have a nice one. It was far from that ; everything that he was doing with that hammer increased the intensity of it.

It climaxed with me frantically groping around for a pillow while I moaned and panted like a dog !

I was seeing spots, my visual sensation was blurred and it felt like I was going to explode ! I moved around a little so that his stopcock was rubbing the like berth over and over…I do have intercourse that I was shaking like hell, moaning and squealing but, I didn't want the tone to end. He slowly nudged me in the properly spot and kept the fountainhead there, right there, moving it slowly. I sucked one last long breath as everything below my shank contracted hard one last metre then covered my face with the pillow just in time ! Overwhelmed by the feeling of the orgasm I screamed ! There was no former way to manage it ; it consumed my entire soundbox along with my brain.

And I kept screaming while Wave after Wave ripped through my Thomas Young body ! I'd been milked pretty well while I was on my back so there weren't More than a few drops of cum…it was all just the very acute smell that kept going and going.

When I finally returned from Jupiter or wherever I'd gone his arms were around me and his cock was buried as deep as he could get it in that emplacement ( or…I'd pushed back to hold it deeper ). I was impaled on him.

Once I calmed down I was rolled onto my back, my legs pushed up and bed cover for his turn. Completely worn out by then I just let him consider me ; easing in slowly, burying his rooster then starting to fuck all over again. It seemed to last forever but now, stretched out unspoiled, I could begin to enjoy it a little more. I locked my legs around him, clung to his munition and tried to hold in the volume of my lust as he pounded me like I was a piece of meat.

In the end I had my hands over my mouth again, screaming like a woman of the street, while he finished deep and hard. He buried himself after one brutally deep knife thrust, stayed overnice and cryptical then filled me with his nice lode of pitch blackness source !

After all that's what it's about ; submit, obey, take the black cock and the man's plenteous black come !