I've been a slut for well-nigh of my lifespan. I had my anal cherry red popped when I was quite youthful after at least a yr of doing other things with a supporter. By then I was an complete cock-sucker and was fix for it. Within 2 year I'd had my first blackness rooster and was hooked ; that was the year that I also experienced my maiden little gang smasher with some Quaker. My mother confided in me, later in life history that, had I been a girl ( knowing how lots of a trollop I was ), I would get probably been scandilously significant before most had their start kiss.

When this happened I was 18 and the trollop switch was stuck ‘ on ’. Although I would take any cock, in either hole, I was becoming addicted to total darkness cock and, big ones - dom black ones. I loved everything about them ; the way they smelled, the way they treated me, the larger putz and, mostly, the way they fucked. Having a inkiness guy treat me like a fiddling white kick, fuck me raw then make full me with his ejaculate was an addiction. It still is.

This is about my low VERY big black peter ; not so practically the length of him but the girth of that dick. There are a lot of details that I can't remember and, while it was going on, I was consumed with a mix of infliction, joy and sheer pride. I can't even remember how many times he did me over those few days ; I do call back that I was left with my white bitch ‘ puss'gaping and raw every time.

I had both hired man around his cock ( my finger didn't quite touch due to the girth - except for my ovolo and index ) and there were still a few inch left over and, that was enough to consecrate me a material taste ! I'd talked him into this and now, I was trembling like a virgin Bridget on her wedding night ! He wasn't even completely heavy yet. I opened my rima oris as far as I could and went down on him ; I'd licked and kissed it enough. The direful feeling was there but also a need ; I ‘ wanted'to take on that hammer, as much as I could handle and, I wanted to fulfill him even if it meant that I'd be walking funny for a few 24-hour interval after.

I'd graduated from USN Boot refugee camp a few months 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 Browning automatic rifle that served u******e servicemen on a 3 day familiarity ; 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 putz and had wrecked a few fast young asses 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 certainly we got a room together. The elbow room were all double, 2 beds, we were in the Lapplander room. When the room access to the elbow room closed behind me is when the quivering started and I had a few secondment thoughts ; it was too late.

Now alone he became very friendly ; we sat on the one bed and talked for a minuscule while as he appraised his ‘ catch ’. 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 set forth a snuggling sitting with a girl. It was a distinctive kickoff that I was use to and had been there a one C times. In a very friendly way he started to unclothe me, feeling as he went along ; I got a modest erection from his touch after my gasp and shorts were taken down.

I was both electrified by his touch and scared shitless.

It was him who took my hired hand and put it in his crotch. The bulge that I pressed seemed immense ! I had a swelling in my throat that I couldn't swallow, my back talk was dry as Hades and I was panting. That was both awe and prediction. Once I had his cock out the real trembling started ; I was gently stroking what was the fully grown human being putz I'd ever touched ! He was simply FUCKING huge !

The stripping and petting continued until I was nude ; along the way he did a little light hugging, explained that he would exact his fourth dimension and try to be as gentle as he could be.

"You know I'm gon na'stretch that little cunt of yours out a lot…I'll take it slow and tardily ‘ til you can take it and…I want to see how much of me you can subscribe to. I want you to suck on me a niggling 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 botheration than pleasure. What I would suffer, in the ( sore gaping ) end, was a sensory faculty of superbia. The one matter I did have in my favor was, we spoke the same language, not like my maiden time penetration with our Shetland sheep dog trot ! I could ask him to stop, slacken down or anything else…he'd understand.

I sucked for a piece which got him a little harder and, of row, vainglorious then we spent some time rolling around on the bed getting to know each other a picayune better. He spent a lot of metre getting to eff my little ‘ bitch'; first some difficult pumping with one finger then a indorse one. I concerned myself with playing with the object that would put up a piffling joy and a lot of pain in the come near time to come. He did ask me how I wanted to strike it to begin ; I figured that the missioner side would be secure enough. That way I could be free people to contact back and pull my cheeks 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 mentation of a condom ; if I was going to call for him I wanted his come, all of it.

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

I got into placement for him to climb up me, pulling my stage up and bending my articulatio genus, rolled my hips then, grabbed my cheeks and pulled them apart as far as I could. After he teased me with the caput for a while he finally shoved it against my waiting rectum and pushed a trivial ; I held my cheeks apart and strained like I was trying to have a BM as he pushed. As the head slipped in there was some pain ; I started working my sphincter, clinching and relaxing it punishing. Past the head he was thicker and that's when the painful sensation 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 ring of musculus more then pushed again saying, ‘ You got half of it.'

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

The spasm started succeeding and the first off ones were pretty bad ! I just tried to loose as much as possible. My oral sex was pounding, my ‘ cunt'was on fire and I was having worry getting my breathing spell. He kept giving me cock until I had to beg him to stop. The hurting had me tearing-up. He did contain, still grinning at me but said, ‘ You're doing damned safe for a little squawk ; others been screaming their nous off by now.'

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

Very slowly the cramps went away, I relaxed a little more and was given to a greater extent rooster. It felt like I had a hot telephone perch shoved up my ass but…in a way it also felt well. He hit freighter at about 10 inch ; not hard but, hard enough to get a good loud squeal of bother from me ! I put one handwriting over my mouth and clamped it hard ; he pushed my legs up a little more and told me that there were still a few in of cock left. The cramps came back again before he started to pull back - that felt like my grit were being sucked out ! They eased as he did until only the brain was inside. He waited until I sucked a few late difficult breaths then started in again. I let out one long strong squeal as he filled me, took the cramps and him hitting freighter deep inside me again ( with a muffled cry of pain in the neck now ).

He was ‘ milking'me too. After a few minutes of long steady fucking my little limp cock was lying in a small puddle of cum. I had never been ‘ long dicked'like this though ; every stroking was agonizingly slow and deliberate. I could feel almost every nervure and prominence on that beautiful massive cock as he slowly slipped out then eased back in. I felt him rubbing the interior of my El Salvadoran colon as he kept at it and, when he gently hit bottom, he gave one final little push before pulling back. The painfulness 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 steady stream of heaving, moaning, gasping and squealing as it went on. He knew that part of me was enjoying it and the other component part wanted to stop and get away. I knew he was enjoying it because of the smile and difficult oink - his throaty moans and the way he slapped the hell out of my ass once in a while.

I really wanted to stay.

My cunt as well as the spot 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 slow incursion ; not severely contact but enough 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 got been making him happy as hell…I think it was. He then decided it was prison term to modify positions.

When he pulled out and roll me onto my slope it suddenly felt like I was empty ; I could also sense the aesthesis of my gaping ‘ cunt ’, god was I ever gaping. I clinched my face and it felt like I was making things risky, tingling, burning and cracking all at the Lapp time. He moved in behind me and gently penetrated me again, easing about half of his tool in before he stopped. Now, in this position, I could experience the head word poking around inside. The pain was down to a steady burn and he was rubbing my prostate…hell, everything that wasn't his rooster was pushed against it and moved when his cock did. I gasped and moaned/squealed like a thoroughly little 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 former feel started to build up. At world-class just a little ‘ tingle'then it became overwhelming at the speed of luminosity. The feeling that you're going to take an orgasm - during anal sex - begins with the feeling that you have to pee. I tried to relax and just let it ramp up, let nature take its path and, have a nice one. It was far from that ; everything that he was doing with that cock 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 patch, my sight was blurred and it felt like I was going to set off ! I moved around a little so that his cock was rubbing the same spot over and over…I do fuck that I was shaking like Hades, moaning and squealing but, I didn't want the feeling to end. He slowly nudged me in the right spot and kept the head there, right there, moving it slowly. I sucked one close long intimation as everything below my waist contracted hard one last sentence then covered my face with the pillow just in clip ! Overwhelmed by the feeling of the orgasm I screamed ! There was no early way to address it ; it consumed my intact physical structure along with my brain.

And I kept screaming while wave after waving ripped through my Whitney Young body ! I'd been milked pretty well while I was on my back so there weren't More than a few bead of cum…it was all just the very intense impression that kept going and going.

When I finally returned from Jove or wherever I'd gone his arms were around me and his rooster was buried as deep as he could get it in that stead ( or…I'd pushed back to take it cryptic ). I was impaled on him.

Once I calmed down I was rolled onto my rear, my legs pushed up and bedspread for his go. Completely worn out by then I just let him take me ; easing in slowly, burying his cock then starting to have a go at it all over again. It seemed to shoemaker's last forever but now, stretched out honorable, I could get down to enjoy it a little more. I locked my legs around him, clung to his arms and tried to control the volume of my lust as he pounded me like I was a objet d'art of meat.

In the end I had my hands over my mouth again, screaming like a bawd, while he finished deep and hard. He buried himself after one brutally rich stab, stayed squeamish and cryptic then filled me with his nice lading of black seed !

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