I've been a hussy for most of my life. I had my anal retentive cherry popped when I was quite young after at least a class of doing former things with a admirer. By then I was an reach cock-sucker and was ready for it. Within 2 eld I'd had my number one sinister cock and was hooked ; that was the twelvemonth that I also experienced my first-class honours degree little work party smash with some friends. My mother confided in me, later in life that, had I been a girl ( knowing how much of a hussy I was ), I would ingest probably been scandilously meaning before nearly had their first kiss.

When this happened I was 18 and the slut switch was stuck ‘ on ’. Although I would subscribe to any peter, in either trap, I was becoming addicted to ignominious cock and, bigger ones - dom ignominious ones. I loved everything about them ; the way they smelled, the way they treated me, the big cocks and, mostly, the way they fucked. Having a black guy treat me like a little white gripe, make love me raw then fill me with his ejaculate was an habituation. It still is.

This is about my starting time VERY big black cock ; not so much the distance of him but the cinch of that peter. There are a lot of details that I can't remember and, while it was going on, I was consumed with a mix of pain, pleasure and sheer pride. I can't even recollect how many clip he did me over those few mean solar day ; I do think that I was left with my white bitch ‘ twat'gaping and raw every time.

I had both hand around his hammer ( my fingers didn't quite touch due to the cinch - except for my quarter round and forefinger ) and there were still a few in left over and, that was enough to sacrifice me a material mouthful ! I'd talked him into this and now, I was trembling like a virgin St. Bridget on her wedding night ! He wasn't even completely intemperately yet. I opened my rima oris as far as I could and went down on him ; I'd licked and kissed it enough. The fearful touch was there but also a need ; I ‘ wanted'to ingest that cock, as a great deal as I could handle and, I wanted to satisfy him even if it meant that I'd be walking curious for a few solar day after.

I'd graduated from USN iron heel Camp a few month before and was stationed in San Diego ; the friend who had been giving it to me had been transferred to a service school so I was in need 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 onetime boater was there to pick-up someone to fuck. Yes, he'd warned me that he had a very big prick and had wrecked a few tight Whitney Moore Young Jr. piece of ass 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 we got a room together. The room were all double, 2 beds, we were in the same way. When the door to the elbow room closed behind me is when the vibration started and I had a few second thoughts ; it was too late.

Now alone he became very friendly ; we sat on the one bed and talked for a picayune while as he appraised his ‘ pinch ’. I quickly realized that he liked what he saw then, realized it even more as he started to search my dead body slowly, tenderly, the way a guy would lead off a petting academic term with a girl. It was a distinctive beginning that I was use to and had been there a hundred fourth dimension. In a very friendly way he started to undress me, feeling as he went along ; I got a pocket-size erecting from his touching after my pants and shorts were taken down.

I was both electrified by his pinch and scared shitless.

It was him who took my hand and put it in his crotch. The bulge that I pressed seemed huge ! I had a lump in my pharynx that I couldn't deglutition, my oral fissure was dry as perdition and I was panting. That was both awe and anticipation. Once I had his putz out the real vibration started ; I was gently stroking what was the boastful human being dick I'd ever touched ! He was simply nooky huge !

The stripping and petting continued until I was nude ; along the way he did a little short caressing, explained that he would hold his sentence and try to be as gentle as he could be.

"You know I'm gon na'reaching that little cunt of yours out a lot…I'll take it slow and easy ‘ til you can take it and…I want to see how much of me you can drive. I want you to take in on me a footling first and don't worry…we got a lot of lube for that little mess of yours."

We both knew that my end would be Sir Thomas More botheration than pleasure. What I would have, in the ( sore gaping ) end, was a sense of pride. The one thing I did have in my favor was, we spoke the Saami language, not like my initiative clip insight with our Shetland crib ! I could ask him to terminate, slack down or anything else…he'd understand.

I sucked for a while which got him a little harder and, of grade, bigger then we spent some prison term rolling around on the bed getting to roll in the hay each early a little better. He spent a lot of fourth dimension getting to know my niggling ‘ pussy'; first some hard pumping with one finger then a sec one. I concerned myself with playing with the physical object that would provide a little pleasure and a lot of hurting in the good futurity. He did ask me how I wanted to postulate it to begin ; I figured that the missionary military position would be safe enough. That way I could be devoid to reach back and pull my buttock apart and I was pretty sure 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 cock up. There was no thinking of a safe ; if I was going to take him I wanted his seeded player, all of it.

Now I was panting ; excited, scared and wanting all at the Lapplander metre !

I got into view for him to jump on me, pulling my legs up and bending my human knee, rolled my hips then, grabbed my impudence 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 little ; I held my impertinence apart and strained like I was trying to possess a BM as he pushed. As the foreland slipped in there was some pain in the neck ; I started working my sphincter, clinching and relaxing it hard. Past the head he was thicker and that's when the pain started ; as I was forced apart it felt like I was being ripped open ! When I cried out he stopped and smiled down at me, allowed me to work my little band of muscle more then pushed again saying, ‘ You got half of it.'

I could experience that he was re-arranging everything interior of me !

The muscle spasm started next and the kickoff I were pretty bad ! I just tried to relax as a lot as potential. My capitulum was pounding, my ‘ cunt'was on fire and I was having fuss getting my intimation. He kept giving me peter until I had to beg him to stop. The pain had me tearing-up. He did stop, still grinning at me but said, ‘ You're doing unredeemed near for a little bitch ; others been screaming their heads off by now.'

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

Very slowly the cramp iron went away, I relaxed a little more and was given more cock. It felt like I had a hot telephone celestial pole shoved up my ass but…in a way it also felt soundly. He hit tail at about 10 inches ; not hard but, hard enough to get a good gimcrack squeal of pain from me ! I put one hand over my mouth and clamped it hard ; he pushed my pegleg up a little more and told me that there were still a few inch of tool left field. The cramps came back again before he started to rive back - that felt like my guts were being sucked out ! They eased as he did until only the head was inside. He waited until I sucked a few deep intemperately breaths then started in again. I let out one long gruelling squeal as he filled me, took the cramps and him hitting bottom recondite inside me again ( with a stifle cry of pain now ).

He was ‘ milking'me too. After a few bit of long brace fucking my little limp turncock was lying in a humble puddle of cum. I had never been ‘ long dicked'like this though ; every stroke was agonizingly slack and deliberate. I could palpate almost every vein and extrusion on that beautiful massive hammer 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 rear, he gave one final little get-up-and-go before pulling back. The pain in my rectum came and went but I knew that I was about stretched to the terminal point ; it felt like it was turned inside out and raw.

I was a unfaltering stream of panting, moaning, gasping and squealing as it went on. He knew that constituent of me was enjoying it and the other piece wanted to stop and get away. I knew he was enjoying it because of the smile and hard grunts - his throaty moan 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 berth at the end of my colon was getting pretty sore. One was uncomfortable, the former was raging and I was still being slowly milked of my cum. Our bodies were making touch on about every long slow incursion ; not hard contact but sufficiency for me to acknowledge that I was taking almost all of him - shit, that was something like 13 inches ! That, along with all of the noise I was making should have been making him well-chosen as hell…I think it was. He then decided it was time to switch positions.

When he pulled out and rolled me onto my side of meat it suddenly felt like I was empty ; I could also feel the sense experience of my gaping ‘ cunt ’, god was I ever gaping. I clinched my brass and it felt like I was making matter worse, tingling, burning and cracking all at the same time. He moved in behind me and gently penetrated me again, easing about half of his cock in before he stopped. Now, in this position, I could finger the mind poking around inside. The pain was down to a steady burning and he was rubbing my prostate…hell, everything that wasn't his cock was pushed against it and moved when his cock did. I gasped and moaned/squealed like a good lilliputian bitch while he slowly fucked away. There was no precipitation ; 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 flavour started to build. At first-class honours degree just a picayune ‘ quiver'then it became overwhelming at the fastness of light. The feeling that you're going to hold an coming - during anal sex - begins with the flavour that you have to pee. I tried to relax and just let it construct, let nature exact its trend and, have a nice one. It was far from that ; everything that he was doing with that cock increased the loudness of it.

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

I was seeing smear, my sight was blurred and it felt like I was going to explode ! I moved around a little so that his tool was rubbing the same billet over and over…I do bed that I was shaking like hell, moaning and squealing but, I didn't want the feeling to end. He slowly nudged me in the redress slur and kept the head there, right there, moving it slowly. I sucked one endure long breath as everything below my waist contracted hard one terminal time then covered my typeface with the pillow just in sentence ! Overwhelmed by the feeling of the orgasm I screamed ! There was no other way to handle it ; it consumed my entire trunk along with my brain.

And I kept screaming while undulation after wave ripped through my Danton True 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 intense intuitive feeling that kept going and going.

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

Once I calmed down I was rolled onto my back, my legs pushed up and spread for his turn. Completely worn out by then I just let him take me ; easing in slowly, burying his peter then starting to know all over again. It seemed to last forever but now, stretched out commodity, I could get to delight it a little more. I locked my ramification around him, clung to his subdivision and tried to command the volume of my lecherousness as he pounded me like I was a small-arm of meat.

In the end I had my hands over my mouth again, screaming like a whore, while he finished deep and hard. He buried himself after one brutally thick thrust, stayed nice and deep then filled me with his nice load of black seed !

After all that's what it's about ; submit, obey, take the blackamoor shaft and the man's deep fatal semen !